#I might have been hungry while writing this xD

[superdcchick]

Making time for each other

word count: 1,273

Walter x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI. sex (p in v). unprotected sex.

A/N: This is something I did quickly, trying to write to prevent writer’s block XD I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs. appreciated!

Walter has been working more these days and more late nights at the office. Of course, you understand that when he is on an important case he will have very little free time. Making dinner for him every evening even though you know he won't be home to eat it so you put it away in a container and leave it to the side. But when you wake up the next morning it's empty. Whenever he gets home he heats it up and eats. You check the trash and it doesn't be thrown in there. Then he quietly slips into bed without waking you, when you wake in the morning his side of the bed is empty. He left early to be back in the office. Always trying to stay awake to see him come home, but you're never successful. You left him a note one night on his pillow to wake you when you got home but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. That morning you woke up to a note from him on the kitchen counter "I couldn't bring myself to wake you, sweetheart. Please accept my apology with your favorite doughnut. I miss you, baby"

Making yourself a cup of coffee, you sat on the couch while eating your doughnut and drinking your coffee. When you were done you send him a quick message. "Thank you for my favorite doughnut babe"

You get a red heart back a few minutes later, making you smile. He's busy with the case so he doesn't have the time to write a full message. But hopefully, this makes him think about you more and maybe just for this one night, he will come home early. That night you went to bed alone, trying your best to stay awake but failing. When Walter got home, he saw you laying in bed with his grey jumper on, making him smile. He takes his clothes off and slips into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You turn to him in your sleep and rest your head on his chest. He stays awake a little longer just holding you and kissing the top of your head. When you wake in the morning he's gone again. "Dammit! Stupid cases!" Sighing and galling back onto the bed.

Later that evening you thought you would visit the station and bring the guys a pick-me-up by bringing coffee and doughnuts. Making your way inside and saying hello to the receptionist, telling her the coffee and stuff was for everyone. She thanked you and told you that Walter was in his office. "Thank you, I'll just check in on him real quick" making your way back to his office and knocking on the door. "Come in!"

"Hey honey"

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah everything is fine babe, just brought everyone some coffee and doughnuts and I thought I might actually get to see you"

"I'm sorry honey, this case is driving everyone crazy"

"It's okay, I was just starting to forget what you look like" you laugh leaving his favorite coffee on his desk and leaning against it in front of him.

"How's that case coming along?"

"I've put so many hours into it and I seem to be getting nowhere"

Stretching out your arms to hug him, he leans in resting his head on your chest. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your perfume. His hands sneak into your coat and up along your back. Resting your head on top of his and playing with his hair. After a few minutes, he looks up at you, resting his chin on your chest. Leaning down, kissing his lips softly. His hands begin to pull you closer to him as he kisses you back. He stands in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks as his kisses become more fierce and hungry.

Pulling away and looking into your eyes "I've definitely missed that" smiling and leaning back in kissing him again. You can feel him smiling against your lips, it becomes more heated, hands roaming each other's bodies. Taking his hand and guiding it to your clothed pussy. His other hand grabs the back of your neck making you stretch it out so he can leave wet kisses along it. You can't help thinking to yourself "YES! it's finally happening!! I've missed all of him so much"

The very second you put your hand on his belt there was a knock at his door. He sighs leaning his forehead against yours. Another officer looks around the door "Hey Marshall, we've got a lead on the case. Meet me at the car in 5"

"Okay"

The door closes.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I promise I'll make all of this up to you"

"It's okay Walter, I understand"

"Come on I'll walk you to your car"

Smiling, taking his hand as he walks with you, giving you a long lingering kiss before you got into your car and drove home. Dropping your keys on the coffee table and flopping down on the couch, turning the TV on, and flipping through the channels.

About an hour later you hear a car screech to break outside and the door slamming. Jumping up from the couch wondering what the hell is going on. The front door opens and slams "Y/N!? Y/N!?"

"Walter? I'm in here, what's the matter?"

He comes around the door smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. "Walter, what happened?"

"Nothing, couldn't stop thinking about you"

He carries you from the living room to the bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. Nothing is going to interrupt us this time so you're not asking any more questions. He lays you on the bed undoing your jeans button and zip as he kisses you, dipping his fingers into your heat feeling how wet you are.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry for being so busy"

Gasping as you feel his fingers start to dip inside you.

"Please Walter, just shut up and fuck me"

He laughs kissing you again while curling his fingers inside you.

Pushing him away and sitting up to undo his belt and jeans, both of you made quick work of taking your clothes off. He crawls up your body, his cock bumping off your pussy making you gasp. Reaching out for him and guiding him into your heat. He fills you slowly with all of his cock. The sting of the stretch is what you missed but when he started to move, fuck you couldn't help moaning. He starts with slow strokes. Every time his cock filled you it sent sticks along your spine, your moans becoming louder as he got faster and harder. He brings one of your legs up, resting it on his shoulder giving him a new angle making you almost scream. He feels your pussy clenching around him "Yes baby right there! I'm gonna cum!"

Just a few more hard thrusts and your back arches off the bed. Your vision turns white with pleasure from your orgasm. His head falls into the crook of your neck, sucking marks all over it as his seed spills inside you. His cock twitched inside you. Both of you stay in the same position for a while. Just looking at each other and playing with each other's hair and giggling. Pure bliss that you have both missed so much. "I'm sorry my love"

"Shh baby, I told you I understand "

"I know you do and I'm thankful for that but I'm gonna make more time for you, I promise"

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𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖘

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ɢɴ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

Tw: y/n being a bit mean, wounds, bit of jealousy, hunting, blood, skinning, cooking

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this part too, the reason why I used jaguar patterns on the na’vi was because I looked up an animals the Mayans worshipped and I came across the Jaguars. Writing about food makes me hungry XD

P.s. Also, idk how many parts of this series I should make, perhaps another ten? Or thirteen maybe? 

Masterlist

After breakfast, while Neytiri and Ronal went to talk with Nicté, both Y/n and Yolotli guided the boys around, showing them places they could go explore and such. The whole time, Y/n had been talking along with swearing in  Yucatec, both Neteyam and Ao’nung had no idea what they had been saying, Yolotli had to translate to them, she apologized when Y/n had calledd them an insult such as ‘Idiota’, it was their own word for Skxawng.

The group of teens had arrived at a small opening in the forest, that was around where the volcano was. Some girls who they assumed were y/n’s friends tagged along, again speaking in Yucatec to one another. They kept looking at them males and saying things about them, some had been staring a bit to long at them, even giving them smiles and giggling when they caught the boys off guard.

“Okay, first, you must make a bond with the Nì’awve “ she said, turning to the woods and began to make a hissing noise, having her tongue between her teeth. Then movements from the bushes came, two large creatures came out. they were large snakes with coal colored skin that apparently was hard as the volcanic rock, they were almost as big as a Thanator. “You must bond with them, once the bond is done, then you will learn the ways of how to control fire” she said.

Y/n had been chating with her friends, then she saw that the Ni’awve had arrived, then stopped and said. “Le ba'ala' kun u jats'utsile' “ this should be fun, then they departed from her friends walked over next to Yolotli. “Who wants to go first? I mean unless you’re scared” they said making the other girls laugh. Yolotli gave them a warning look. Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at one another. “I’ll go” Neteyam said walking over.

“Okay, just stay calm” Yolotli said as she helped Neteyam get onto the beast. “Its important to have a good position” she said as she began to position him the proper way. Yolotli then carefully went behind the beast’s head and got a small antenna. “Here, make the bond” she said as Neteyam then grabbed his queue and attached it to the beasts. Then the Ni’awve began to shift harshly, but he held on tightly to the beasts. “Its okay, be calm” Yolotli said as Y/n was holding back laughter “you also, might want to hang on tightly” they said as then the Beast just took off.

Neteyam held onto it for dear life, the Ni’awve was going too fast, he tried to remain calm but the beasts movements were making it difficult. The beast continued to move fast and out of control, then out of no where the animal had thrown Neteyam off. He had landed on the floor hard, while he was laying on the floor in pain, he heard the group of girls and Y/n laughing their heads off. 

“Neteyam!” Yolotli shouted as she ran over to the boy on the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked, helping him sit up. “Yeah, just... in pain” he said rubbing his back. “Its okay, I fell my first time too, would you like to try another day?” she asked then Neteyam shook his head. “No, I’ll do it again” he said as Yolotli nodded and helped him up, walking over to where the beast went, back to the group.

Y/n was still chuckling with tears in her eyes, Neteyam also noticed that Ao’nung was trying so hard not to laugh. “Sorry, its just” Ao’nung said as he then just laughed. Neteyam glared at him, this reminded him of the time when Lo’ak had fallen off his Ilu. “Are you going again or have you give up already?” y/n asked Neteyam who walked over back to the beast. “I’m going again” he said as Yolotli got a settle for the beast, she got it from one of the girls who was holding two saddles. Once she put the settle on the beast, Neteyam hopped on, sitting on the beast’s back. “Suit yourself” y/n said smirking at them. Yolotli gave Neteyam an apologetic look “be careful” she said.

Neteyam connected his queue into the beast, then the beast took off again. This time Neteyam was holding tightly onto the saddle. When the beast took off, this time Neteyam held on tightly into the saddle, he was going to bond with the beast no matter what, even if he had to fall accouple more times, he will bond with it. After a little while from riding the Ni’awve he didn’t fall, this time the creature seemed more friendly towards him. He had bonded with the beast. 

He let out a victory cry, also seeing that the group of girls looked stoned, they celebrated as well. Yolotli ran over to him with a smile on her face. “You did it! You bonded!” smiling at him. Neteyam had forgotten about his injury, after wards he then felt the pain come back. The adrenaline had worn off and he groaned in pain. Yolotli than helped him down from his now beast. “You okay?” she asked as he just nodded. “Yeah, it just hurts” he mumbled as Yolotli walked him over to y/n.

“Y/n/n? Can you take Neteyam to mama?” she asked as y/n who had not said a word nodded. “Yeah, lets go” they said, leading Neteyam away while Yolotli helped Ao’nung. As they walked side to side, y/n spoke. “I had to admit, that was impressive of you Netnet” they said smirking at the boy, they noticed how his cheeks turned purple. “Thank you” he said as they both arrived at a small hut

It was similar to a home like his temporary one, except there was a small cot, two little stoles, some herbs hanging on the wall, and on the middle was small fire bit, which was lit while a small caldron hanged above the fire. He saw a woman there, she was making something on the small table that was on the corner of the hut. “Mama? I need your help” y/n said as the woman turn to look at her.

The woman was just like everyone else, pale skin, and dotted patterns. Her eyes were a golden color, her hair was as long as her queue, she was wearing an bld dark blue huipil skirt with different patterns, that went from her waist to her calves, she had no top on, thankfully her hair was the thing that covered her chest. She had also had a symbol drawn on her chest and others symbols on her cheeks near her mouth. She had wooden earrings and a piercing at the bottom of her lip just like Yolotli. Neteyam did not miss her beauty, she seemed as if she was gift from Eywa.

“Oh, what happened?” the women asked, taking Neteyam by the arm gently, guiding him to sit on the stole. “He fell off the Ni’awve” y/n said chuckling, the woman examined him. There were some scrapes on his back and elbows, the woman then got some water from a bucket and began to clean his wounds with a cloth. She had a very gentle touch “y/n make some tea” the woman said as y/n nodded and got to making tea. They took some dried herbs from the wall and got to work, crushing the leaves and putting them in the caldron with water to boil. 

After the woman was done cleaning his wounds, she got a little bowl with a strange colored paste and began to put some of the paste on him. Neteyam winced in pain, it burned. “I’m sorry that it hurts, but this should heal your wounds.” The woman said as she she continued. Y/n had approached with a cup, that had the steaming tea and handed it to the woman. “Here drink this, it may taste bad but it will help with the pain, it best to drink it hot” she said smiling. Neteyam nodded and drank the tea fast, it tasted horrible and it was hot. 

“Oh, how rude of me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Patli, I am the mother of both y/n and Yolotli.” She said kindly at the boy. “Its a pleasure to meet you” he said smiling at her. Patli smiled and walked over to the table that had freshly cut herbs, taking some and tied them with a smile string. She walked over and handed them to him, along with a little wooden tin with that paste. “If the pain comes back, you can make a tea with these herbs or you can chew them. They should take the pain away.” She said kindly. “Thank you ma’am” Neteyam said respectfully to her. 

“Okay, we’ll be on our way” y/n said as Patli pulled them into a side hug and kissed their forehead. “Stay out of trouble now” she said as but y/n let out a dramatic gasp “me? causing trouble? never” they said as Patli gave her a look of ‘I know how you are’. Both y/n and Neteyam walked out of the hut. “Patli is very nice” Neteyam said as y/n responded as they walked back to where the rest of the teens were. “I mean, where do you think Yolotli got her kindness?” they said. “So, it was her that birthed her?” he asked as y/n nodded. “Yup! and my other mother Nicte gave birth to me” they said. Now it made since, y/n shared a lot of Nicte’s traits and Yolotli shared a lot from Patli’s traits.

When they returned to the spot, Ao’nung was on the back of an Ni’awve, he seemed to had got the hang of beast, he probably already bonded with it. The group of girls then spotted Neteyam and ran towards his direction, all the girls had tried to get a hold of him. “That was so amazing!” one of them said, then another much taller girl chimed in “yeah, who would of thought a forest na’vi would bond with a Ni’awve” she said a bit too flirty. Other girls had chimed in talking over each other, completing Neteyam. 

Y/n had been watching the whole time, and for some reason, they did not liked how her friends were putting hands on the boy na’vi. They glared at the group of girls trying to get Neteyam’s attention. “He is a ladies magnet alright” Ao’nung who was now standing next to you said. “Really?” y/n asked looking at him, the Metkayina boy nodded “Yup, back home he had a load of girls chasing after him.” He said as Y/n continued to watch. “Where is Yolotli?” they asked “oh, she went with my mother and Neytiri, she said she wanted to teach them how to cook stuff from here.” He said.

Then y/n got an idea “would you like to go hunting?” they asked as Ao’nung saw the smirk on their face, a toothy smirk he already knew to well. He couldn’t help but also notice some jade gems on their teeth. “Sure, why not” he said as Neteyam had managed to get away from the group of girls towards Ao’nung and y/n. “What are you two planning?” he asked as y/n responded. “We’re going hunting, I want to see how good you are” they said as they began to walk away. The boys followed y/n, they had gone towards her home which was the giant pyramid. They walked all the way to the top, y/n had no problem, but both Ao’nung and Neteyam got exhausted, as soon as they got to the top, they dropped to the floor trying to catch their breath. Y/n had gone in to get their weapon of choice.

Once they came out, they had three spears, a knife and a Macuahuitl. “Come on, lets go” they said walking down the steps. The boys looked at each other then groaned. They all walked down the steps, again both boys were exhausted. The trio reached the forest, then y/n began to give each boy a spear. They had tied their Macuahuitl onto their hip. “Okay, now that we are all set, lets go.” They said as they went into the woods.

They went deep into the woods, trying to find a prey. They continued to walk until y/n stopped. “Listen” they said, they all stayed quiet, listening to the forest at first but they began to hear heavy sounds, sounds of an animal. Y/n then began to climb on a tree, Neteyam followed while Ao’nung also followed but he had was having a difficult time climbing. Y/n crawled near a hug branch, staying quiet as possible, looking down, spotting a Tapirus, by it self, eating the grass peacefully. 

y/n turned to see the boys behind them, they lifted their finger to their lip, signaling them to stay quiet. They then got their spear, aiming the weapon towards the animal. y/n waited for a bit before throwing the weapon, hitting the creature in the right spot, instantly killing it. “Yes!” y/n said in victory, both Neteyam and Ao’nung were surprised. “Damn” Neteyam said as Ao’nung had his jaw dropped. “I guess we’ll be having menudo or may be Chile Colorado” they said as they jumped down to retrieve the creature, the boys followed behind. “Chile what now?” Ao’nung said confused making y/n roll their eyes. “Chile Colorado, its a dish, very spicy, the spicier the better for me” they said.

Y/n pulled out the spear from the creature, getting some blood on them, some landed on their face. They touched the spot on their cheek which had blood, and they licked the blood of their fingers. Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at one another surprised by their action. “So, where else should we hunt for?” they asked as Neteyam then said “Fish? Do you guys eat fish?” he asked as y/n responded “we rarely eat fish, we like to eat meat, we could go for some fish” they said. Y/n had picked up the animal, carrying it on their back as if it were nothing to them.

“Would you like me to carry it for you?” Neteyam asked as y/n looked at him with an eye brow raised. “Are you sure?” they asked as Neteyam nodded. “Okay” they said removing the animal from their back and put it on Neteyam’s back. As soon as the beast was on his back, he nearly fell, the creature was heavier than him, he tried to stay up the creature’s heaviness was greater. “You need help there?” Ao’nung asked with a smirk. “N-no.. I’m doing just fine” he said as he nearly was about to fall. “Yeah, give it here” y/n said taking the creature off his back. “You okay?” they asked Neteyam who was catching his breath. “Never.. been better..” he said trying to catch his breath. 

They continued their hunting. They had arrived at a river nearby, both boys had jumped into the water in search for fish. They had been in the river for a while, catching as many fish as they could. After a while they had got a lot of fish, enough for a lot of people eat. They began to head back to the village, back to the boy’s temporary home. Yolotli had been there helping both Ronal and Neytiri with the cooking. She had brought them a clay cooking pot along with other dishes. “We’re back” Neteyam said getting their attention. “Oh you brought Tapirus” Yolotli said as Y/n placed the creature down “yeah, we could teach them how to make Chile Colorado.” They suggested, as Yolotli responded. “That sounds good, I’ll have to go get some Red Chiles though” she said giving both Ronal and Neytiri a polite smile and living to get red chiles. 

Y/n began to skin the animal while both Ao’nung and Neteyam watched, as they skinned the fish they brought. The boys had skinned animals before, but they this was different, they watched them with fascination, as if they wanted to watch them do this for a life time. They were both snapped out of their thought when Ronal had called them over to bring her the fish. Y/n had put the remainings of the animal in a basket so that they could feed it to the Ni’awve. Yolotli had returned with the chiles. That whole after noon they had been cooking. Since they were going to stay with them for a while, they might as well learn.

Yolotli had been teaching both adult women how to make the red Chile Sause, while y/n was showing the two boys how to cook the Tapirus meet for the stew. They also added other ingredients to the stew. They had also introduced them to red rice. After the food was ready, Neteyam and Ao’nung had invited both y/n and Yolotli to stay for dinner, as a way to thank them in helping them that they. They both stayed to eat dinner with the family.

Everyone was talking about their day and other stuff that will be happening towards the week. During the conversation, Ao’nung mouth had been on fire, due to the food being very spicy, he nearly drank all the water just to cool off his tongue. Y/n had been laughing since they weren’t used to eating spicy things. Both Y/n and Yolotli had been eating the spicy stew as if it were no problem. After dinner, y/n and Yolotli helped clean up and left back home due to getting dark. 

That night both Neteyam and Ao’nung couldn’t really sleep, they had been thinking y/n and y/n only. They really couldn’t understand why they had been thinking of the Tsahìk ‘s child. They weren’t sure why, but they both knew that sooner or later something more might happen.

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[twistedtummies2]

We all know who you think can eat the most at NRC but I'm curious as to who you think can eat the LEAST. (Also love your work. Might actually write some stories based off of some of your headcannons/prompts if you don't mind)

First of all, by all means! I am happy to be an inspiration. It is most flattering. ^///^ Second of all, if you're referring to the main cast...well, if we disregard Ortho and the staff members, and we only stick to canon characters...ooooooh, that's still a REALLY hard one, for a LOT of reasons. 'XD I'm gonna saaaaay...Silver. Now, I know some people - I'm specifically looking at you, @belliesandburps, if you're reading this - will disagree, because Silver makes a very good "lazy eater," being the sleepy, deadpan, socially inept sort he is. And I do agree, that is a good headcanon and point. HOWEVER, there are two reasons I choose Silver. One: because I'm just not into him, really, myself. So, therefore, I have no guilt picking him and denying a lad I AM into, even though I doubt I would do so anyway. LOL But two, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY...I think that Silver is CANONICALLY the smallest eater of the bunch. What makes me say this? Well, here's the thing: to my recollection, Silver has almost never complained about being hungry in any Events, Vignettes, or parts of the Main Story. If he has AT ALL, indeed, then I can't remember them, so it's clearly not been very often. In fact, I looked at his Voice Lines, just for a start, and he never complains about being a hungry goober as far as I can tell: quite the opposite, in fact. He mentions that he's glad OTHERS are eating well, and he does mention he wants to learn to be a better cook, and he does bring up how bad Lilia's sense of haute cuisine is...but he never once complains or even considers getting food himself at any point, as far as I can find. IN-DOUBLE-FACT, there's literally a line for his Birthday Card where he expresses CONFUSION at people bringing him so many sweets and such, and wonders if they think he's "really that hungry." The only instance in the Voice Lines I could find where Silver mentions his own appetite is him offering a protein bar to the MC and saying he likes it, himself. That's literally it. Silver is also one of the few characters with no Cards that reference his appetite in any way at all. I looked at all the available Card Art so far, and aside from Culinary Crucible (which is more about cooking than eating, you'll recall), he is never shown with food ONCE. Now, I should immediately add, he is not alone in that: Malleus, for example, also has no Cards that visibly reference his appetite in any direct fashion. BUT, the difference there is that Malleus' appetite has been quite noticeably focused on a few times, and it's memorable when it happens: it's not just a passing mention of him being hungry that I may or may not have forgotten, it's stuff like him talking about swallowing several people whole, or references to him eating a lot of fast food (which I still find amusing, by the way), or him devouring (or at least trying to devour) a whole cake. So while the occasions may not be FREQUENT, they are NOTEWORTHY. Silver doesn't have any of those, as well as no visible art that I can find. One last thing to note, which I think is important, is that Silver is something of a foil for Sebek. Why is this important? Because while the pair are equally loyal to Malleus and Lilia, how they express that loyalty, and the kinds of personalities and traits they have, are deliberately meant to be opposites of each other. So, just based on that fact alone, in a lore-type of sense, if you will...since Sebek is a NOTORIOUSLY big eater (and possible canon pred), it stands to reason that Silver would not be just because he is the total opposite. In fact, that was one of the things I noticed about his Voice Lines: more than once he comments on Sebek's appetite, but he never brings up his own. Sooooo...yeah. While I get the appeal of Silver as a "lazy eater," I would venture to say that, just based on canon evidence, he is probably the "smallest eater" among the main cast of TW. And since I don't particularly favor him myself, either, I see no reason to disrupt this plausible headcanon.

#ask #answer #q&a #kink-related #disney #twisted wonderland #stuffing #headcanon #silver

[eponastory]

Heya! Me again! XD I might need some writing advice.

First of all, I'm trying to get back to writing something, but I want to write an ATLA AU retelling where the characters are older and it's Zutara/Sukka/and Taang-based! :) Problem is, I have like 23 unfinished stories on AO3(four more on FF.Net), and I don't want to like, make another story to add it onto the pile, but...well, in your expertise (I mean, I hear that you write really well), should I just focus on the ones I've written now?

Secondly, how do I get back in the groove of writing? I feel like when I get myself going back to it, it just makes my head feel heavy or something, or I'm just tired. ^^; I don't know, maybe I'm writing too much. I just got other stories to update that I haven't for a while and I want to like...not let everybody wait for the next update on those stories, and...well, I just need some advice on procrastination, I guess. ^^;

I hope I'm making sense. I want to write, but I can't seem to get it going. Maybe I'm distracted too much. What do you do when this happens? What should I do? :O

(Also, no worries about the crossovers! I have two one-shot fics of ATLA, but they're both Taang-centric. ^^; They also have Zutara and Sukka in them, but they're only minor. XD I also did some Taang Week stories that I did in 2020. :) Either way, if you don't do crossovers, there are those to read! :D )

I will definitely check them out!

When I can. Because I've got like... four papers to edit for these people in college that are too lazy to edit their own. That's okay, I get paid for it.

And then there is my current fic I'm obsessed (it's unhealthy, I know) with and then I have to start planning for ZKBB...

Please have mercy on me.

I'm also pretty hungry for Chicken Shawarma for some reason and I really need some ice cream. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

@omegansamurai *edited because I am a dingus*

I totally missed the middle part of this ask. I apologize for that... I feel like such an idiot for missing that.

So, a neat little trick I like to do is a word avalanche. It helps get the thoughts going and keeps you on track. You just start with one word, and then you find the words, emotions, or senses that go with that word. It helps with creating scenes and prompts, you name it. I've been doing it for years, and sometimes, it ends up being a whole outline for an epic adventure.

If you have the opposite problem of too many projects at once, cut back on the stories that you feel aren't cutting it. Don't try to force something if you get stuck. Let it sit. Think about it while working on another project. Then go back. I like to keep a journal of all my thoughts that randomly pop up when I'm having a difficult time with a story. I write down those thoughts so I can go back to them later. Most of the time, especially with some of my original works, I get really stuck, and they sit for months. With fan fiction, it can be years before I go back to them. But when I do decide to pick them back up again, I have a journal with everything written down on where I wanted to go with it.

Prompts are also a good thing to practice getting better at introspective and character analysis if you are having issues with that. Putting characters in sticky situations tends to develop them more.

Also, it's totally okay to let go of stories you don't feel connected to anymore. You can always go back to them later on if you ever get the drive for it.

But rule number one is always do what you can make the time for. Overwhelming yourself will cause burnout. One idea at a time. Develop it, write it down. Make it work. But don't try to do too much at one time.

Again, I'm sorry for totally missing the point of your ask... I think I had just finished up that chapter and was posting on both my phone and computer.

#thanks for the recs #asks #zutara #taang #fanfiction review #writing advice

[luna-rainbow]

Do you ever think about Bucky cooking for Steve? Like he's been taking care of Steve all his life but during the depression they didn't have any money and they went hungry despite their best efforts. But now, in the modern world they money and can buy good ingredients and try cuisines from around the world. Bucky primary motive is still to care for Steve so he cooks for him while he recovers from Hydra and maybe decides to open a restaurant eventually.

I do indeed! I know in my last story I had Steve be the cook and Bucky being...a little too avant-garde for human taste, because I thought it would be funny. (In the current AU I'm writing, Bucky's the cook XD)

Food is such an important part of our well-being, and it's such a strong expression of love when someone takes the time to cook. It's also a strong method of self-expression, which fits with Bucky's need to make his own choices and decisions. It's also such a big part of his physical recovery arc, I think, because I've always headcanoned him not getting fed normal stuff as the Soldier, and he has to relearn the entire food and eating experience.

I love the idea of them exploring different cuisines. People who lived through the Great Depression were experts at making mediocre ingredients taste better and last longer. I think their journey to enjoying newer spices might be a little slower -- I've always imagined the serum would make them pretty sensitive to different scents/tastes, and they might be pretty overwhelmed the first time trying a curry, for example, before slowly getting used to it and loving the complexity of it. I imagine Bucky would be more adventurous than Steve in that regard, and once he got used to the taste he'd love experimenting with the ratios to find what works for both of them.

I wonder if restaurants would be too stressful and high pressure for Bucky to retire into. One thing I haven't seen much outside of Asia is something like manga cafes, where you can rent a book and sit inside for hours reading, and they would have some simple dishes you could order so you can stay there reading even when you got hungry. I'd love the idea of him precooking some stuff that he can then reheat for the patrons, while he spends most of his day time just shelving and reading books.

It would also be amazing if Bucky puts his super soldier taste to use, like being a food and wine judge or something, being able to taste such subtleties while being very open-minded about new experiences.

#bucky barnes #stucky #asks

[sansaorgana]

Thrown to the Wolves is so good!!! We need more Feyd PoV! But readers relationship with Feyd-yess. But the pregnancy is scaring me a bit especially after one of the former maids said.

Also, this might not be related to the story but more to the character:

It seems like Leto didn’t take Reader/OC seriously & that because she is a woman & the child of her mother (instead of Lady Jessica) she is less than Paul. That’s the vibe I’m getting. I just want to get more understanding of that relationship that lead to her being very power driven.

Hiii!!! 👋🏻 There will be more of Feyd's POV as I promised to my readers – I will include something about him thinking of his wife's pregnancy but I am waiting for the right moment in the plot to include it. 😊

Yes, what she said was worrying but The Reader has that creepy medic injecting vitamins and minerals and proteins and literally everything in her so I don't think her child will weaken her so much. However, as the Baron mentioned to Feyd – the risk is that she will share her mother's fate and die in childbirth (spoiler alert – she won't because I never kill the Reader xd I mean I did that a few times long time ago in a different fandom and it always felt bad and I decided to never do it again)

Now, about the Reader's relationship with Leto — it's how I imagined it while writing it but of course everyone is welcome to have their own theories and feelings (the death of the author – my theories are as valid as yours!!!)

You are right – she was a girl and she was a daughter of a woman whom Leto didn't love; just a fruit of an unwanted arranged union – disappointing fruit as well since his wife was supposed to give him a son (as we know Lady Jessica was supposed to give birth to a daughter so he'd be left alone with no official male heirs).

But was Princess Atreides really treated so badly? Of course she felt worse because she was a girl and she couldn't inherit despite being older than Paul and not being a bastard. And it was making her angry just like the fact his mum was alive and hers was not. But in my opinion she is exaggerating a lot when she's describing her life on Caladan.

Now again, every person would react differently to such upbringing. Not everyone would grow hungry for power. She was either born this way or maybe she inherited it after her grandfather... After all, her mother might have been delicate and timid but her family's far from that. There is also another possibility that I like the most – she grew up with Lady Jessica who was the only mother figure (or the closest to it) she had. She is Lady Jessica. She learned from her.

I personally see the na-baroness a spoiled girl who is angry that her little brother is inheriting everything just because he's a boy and she thinks she'd make a better Duchess. She interprets every action of her family as something aimed at and against her and she kinda has that victim complex, exaggerating every single thing to make herself look like a martyr. There is no doubt Leto and Paul loved her dearly and even Jessica held some maternal feelings for her. But it was simply not enough.

I never meant for the Reader to be written as a good person. In the beginning it was less visible but on Giedi Prime her true self can bloom.

#im sorry it is so long i have so many thoughts about this fic #sansaorgana: Answered #missbingu #tttw

[popotobun]

WIP Wednesday!

It's Wednesday again!! There's still only one thing I'm working on at the moment, so anyone actually reading this has to deal once again with the silly Tangled!AU Scum Villain fic. (Which hopefully I'll have the next part done before the end of the week, but writing is hard guys...)

Time for lots of thinking! (Liu Qingge dislikes that xD) Eventually they're going to get somewhere, I promise!

While he finished making the rope, Qingnian got himself ready for the journey and then started cooking, having decided they needed a good meal before they set off. Qingge had a feeling that he just needed something to do to keep the apprehension from setting in too deeply, to keep the panic from returning. It wasn’t to the same degree, but he understood the fear of the unknown. It had been years since he’d felt it, but he’d seen lesser men frozen by it. The boy… he shook his head as he finished off another knot. Shen Yuan would be 18 now, he should stop thinking of him as a boy just because he looked young. They were nearly the same age.

The next knot was tied off, the motions simple enough to allow him to stew in his thoughts. Should he tell the other man who he is? That he’s got his own troubles to contend with? Should he admit that he knows who Shen Yuan is? Tell him about the reward? Would he lose the trust he’d obviously gained? It might not be much trust, but who would agree to go somewhere if they didn’t trust their companion?

If he didn’t tell him, though, would it be worse? He pulled another knot tight, chiding himself. Keep your head on straight, Qingge. It’s just like any other bounty. You’re not here to make friends.

(‘I’ll make sure you’re safe’, he’d said. Why did he say that? He wasn’t cut out for protecting, really. He would get too focused on the fight for that... He’d just have to avoid a fight, then.)

He took a deep breath and tied off the final knot, unceremoniously dropping the makeshift rope out of the window to test its length. It pooled slightly on the ground in a satisfying way, leaving enough length still in the room to be secured to the bed. Pulling the rope back inside, he left it coiled by the window and sought out Qingnian.

He was tasting a small portion of whatever he’d been cooking, the smell drawing a growl from Qingge’s stomach that set Qingnian to laughing, “Rope’s done. Did you need to get anything else?”

Qingnian shook his head, “No, but you can show me how you wanted to pack things while we eat. Hope you don’t mind mushrooms, I don’t usually have a lot of meat and they work well instead! I grew the ginger myself, just so you know. It’s the best you’ll ever have.”

He accepted the bowl he was given before sitting at the table, blowing on a small spoonful before he ate it. It wasn’t an impressive dish. He’d had better quality rice in the cheap stalls he frequented for meals, but the mushrooms added texture and flavor and the ginger was fresh and bright. Somehow the expectant look on the other man’s face had him going for more before the first was swallowed, the appraisal of “It’s good” managed between mouthfuls.

Looking absolutely delighted by this response, Qingnian sat beside him to devour his own bowl in silence, either too hungry or too in a hurry to want to add on more small talk. Qingge was decidedly the latter and assumed the other was more the former, with how much he seemed to enjoy talking about whatever seemed to come to mind. Oddly enough, the random chatter didn’t bother him like it normally did.  

That was honestly something he didn’t really want to examine too closely.

#wip wednesday #my writing #tangled!au #svsss #liushen #liu qingge #shen yuan

[redfurrycat]

💕Know Your Tumblr Friends💕

Tagged by @callsign-crow, @itshoneywhatever, @mafiatsunafish, @merryandrewsworld, @perishablealex, @renai-chan in different versions of the tag game, so I just took all the questions and answered them all in one post, if ya don't mind, you lovely souls! 💕

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Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun  Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O 

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

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I know there are A LOT of questions, feel the heck free to choose which ones you want to answer, IF you want to of course! Have the sweetest of days! <3

#tag game #get to know your lovely tumblr people tag game #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[tervaneula]

It's 1.4k but why did i felt it's longer? It's beautiful and oh my stars am in love with those smitten goofy goobers💙🤍

I don't blame leo for begin in love with Usagi's touch, i believe a rabbit fur is itself heaven's touch! So for him to put Usagi on his lap (best place btw) is understandable 💙

But poor little mikey is what am feeling him, you don't miss with a hungry person ask me - the hungry person begin me - and he had to wait for like.. 30 minutes? Bruh if i were him i'd order and leave those 2 doing god knows what (hint; cuddles, cuddles and much more cuddles).

Usagi getting shocked to see the turtles retract to their shells was actually funny, imagine this happened when they watch horror movie, Usagi will not be able to sleep for a while. (May i say how much i love how he says " oh my stars "? I actually love it).

Finally after cuddle show ended, they can go grab food and when mikey took the sword i was surprised " wait i thought leo can teleport only " but he failed miserably, obviously LOL.

I must say i didn't except this type of chapter but didn't thought i NEEDED it oh my lord thank you so much for blessing me with it 🩷🩷🩷

I think my favorite was their noses touching each other because i see it as a cute couple move 💙🤍

Oh goodness yesSSSS RABBIT FUR IS SO SOFT AND FLUFFY 😭

I might have been projecting because my cat has super soft fur which I love sm and cuddling him reminds me of the fur of a french lop I had years and years ago so obviously Leonardo loves it too lmao......

And yes omg Mikey was at the end of his rope there, he definitely had to wait for longer than just thirty minutes and I feel so bad for him but the comedy demanded it ahjasgdhj

I'M SO GLAD YOU THOUGHT YUICHI GETTING SPOOKED BY THAT WAS FUNNY I was almost cackling out loud while writing that part :D Yuichi got lucky to witness it before any horror movie nights that's for sure lmao (and I love to make him say oh my stars THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYY IT'S SO CUTE)

Since Splinter is able to use Leo's sword and make working portals, I thought that the rest of the family would like to try their hands at it too but unfortunately Mikey isn't very good at it yet XD

BUT GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'm incredibly glad you enjoyed this little extempore story and left another amazing comment srsly I love these I love YOU and the nose touch is my fave too ;_; These peepaws can fit so much adorableness in them

(i'll make a proper post for it later but the fic is also on ao3 now)

#asks #leoichi

[hiding-in-the-vault]

So, so, so. First off, I hope to xd that I won't accidentally sent in an ask without anon-ing. happened yesterday and that was when I was just excited not dru--- okay, I am lying, I was slightly tipsy.

ANYWAY. I am thinking about how to start and I had the idea of bbh pov, pre-escpae shot vs post escape shot. I've scrapped that. (I actually don't know about sandwich thing, sorry)

But then I had a better idea, going from Dream's pov and I have the feeling that if Philza or Techno knew that Dream was blind he wouldn't let him go off on his own but we need that aka I need that. So, how do I get around that?

Have Dream have his mask on. Like he said in his interview, no one knows what he looks at behind his mask so no one would know if he didn't look at anything.

But if he had his mask on, he wouldn't have been blinded, right? So, so, add on more angst. by. Quackity pressing the mask back on Dream's face, being kind, giving Dream hope of getting released JUST TO SHATTER THAT HOPE WHEN TWCHNO comes in.

and that's , that's a good snippet to start on, right?

Lol, you might be getting my thoughts ebhing writing.

Lmaooo i believe in you, anon

You don’t know about the sandwich??? Outrageous :0 /lh While Dream was in prison, Bad made a comment about visiting him sometimes while on his guard shifts, and would sometimes sneak him sandwiches because he looked hungry :( important BBH lore ✨

Anyway, I love that. Q knows techno is coming and doesn’t want him to see Dream has been blinded? Mask up, babeyyyy! You could say Dream might also want to hide it from Techno too, although that is a Bad Idea for planning their escape- but this man is not in his right mind!!!

But I will argue that there is no world where Dream would ever expect Q to release him. He’d sooner be killed. Unless it was a horrible trick akin to mock execution. But he surely also doesn’t have a good hold on his emotions anyway!! ;D

Anyway I’m shaking your hand and clapping as you type out your words, anon 🙌👏

#vault asks #how fun :))

[heniareth]

oh hello I've been waiting for this otp asks Astala and Zevran 😘 27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party? AND 36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Hellooooo Icy!!! Such lovely questions XD XD XD Here I come with answers!

27. Who is the lightweight that needs to be taken care of after the party?

Is it cheating if I say none and both? XD Because Astala is definitely not a lightweight, but she's able and sometimes willing to drink over her tolerance level. Zevran has had to steer her to bed a few times, although it never got so bad that he had to carry her, thankfully. Zevran, meanwhile, is a bit more sensitive to alcohol I think (or maybe not. Maybe the Crows exoose their recruits to alcohol in the hopes to raise their tolerance level). But I do think he would very much avoid getting drunk. Maybe he'd go so far as to be slightly buzzed, but an assassin has to keep his senses sharp, and alcohol doesn't help with that. One moment where I could see him getting drunk would be on his and Astala's wedding; not so much because he'd overindulge in drink but because he might not have eaten before because of the nerves. It's fine though. Astala's got him and he's by far not the only one drunk. Yey for pervasive alcohol culture and all that

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Again both! With varying degrees of success XD Given that Astala has a very deep sleep I think she'd end up stumbling around in the kitchen for a while before she got anything decent together. But she gets there, and it's a solid meal. Zevran meanwhile would be much quicker because he wakes up much easier than Astala.

One thing about this situation however is that they will try to sneak out of the bedroom and just make their food themselves. Astala will bump into something and wake Zevran up. Zevran loves asking Astala for favors and is torn between letting her sleep and asking her to share some food with him until his stomach growls loud enough to startle her. Then they'll spend the next minutes trying to get the other one to go back to sleep, finally the hungry one will relent and they'll eat the midnight meal together. Maybe even cook together while they're at it

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Thank you very much for these asks!! I hope you enjoyed the answers (I sure did enjoy writing them XD XD). Have a lovely day!

#astala tabris #zevran #zevwarden #dragon age #dao #ask game #for fun #these were really lovely questions XD XD XD

[sonnetnumber23]

Thank you dear @curiouslissa and @maniacalmole for sending me questions from writer’s ask! I found them very interesting and inpossible to answer, lol. It was real fun! Sorry the post is so long – I guess, I very much enjoy talking about doing things instead of, you know, actually doing them.

I’ll combine your asks, okay?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I don’t really have rituals now. I just want silence and my computer. Oh, and I suppose I can’t write after meals. You know as they say: “An artist must be hungry.” It’s hard to write when I’m hungry, but it’s absolutely impossible to write when I’m full. So you see that there’s very little opportunity and time for me to write, lol. Now you know why it’s always taking me so damn long to finish stuff.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I’m not sure I fully understand if “go feral” is positive or negative in this context. :’D

So I’ll just mention things that make me feel things, lol.

The English the word I absolutely dislike for some reason is affection. Ew! It sounds so formal – as if a person considers all feelings to be some sort of mental disease or weakness of soul. There’s something both in the formation of the word and in the sound of it. Why don’t they just say “love” or “fondness”? XD

The word I absolutely adore is vulnerable. Every time I see it in the text I go numb and cold inside for a moment and then feel a weird aching fondness spead all over me. :D It’s also amazing ‘caus it doesn’t fully translate into Russian (my first language) – we’d need like three different words to choose from, and none of them would convey the whole range of meaning.

In Russian I can’t really come up with a word that affects me on its own. I really hate the word сердце (‘heart’) when it’s used in literature to describe feelings. I have good imagination and I understand metaphors and stuff, but every time someone says something like ‘I love you with all my heart’, I immediately picture an organ, and all that anatomy doesn’t help me feel for the characters.

I love the word хотя (‘although’) – it sounds and feels like a small door opening into the wonderland of possibilities.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

When someone reads it, of course! XD And quotes it back at you, and says in which moments they laughed or gasped. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t say it. But if we mean the process, I really like the moments when a supporting character you hadn’t cared for too much before suddenly starts opening up, and you fall in love with them so much that they might even overshadow the main characters for a while.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Oooh, there’re several questions in one! I fear this is going to be boring and pretentious. Sorry!

I think I started when I was like 5-6 y.o, and I was making up stories in my head which I can now describe as hurt/comfort original stories and fics. I have no idea why. Always was ashamed of those. I wish someone had told me back then that there was a whole genre for them and a lot of people who enjoyed the same stuff. Later, I started writing down stories mostly about characters I knew too well (as they were all based on me and people I knew) and things I knew nothing of – like spies and made up politics or magic and places from my dreams.

There was an episode when I was about 15 and was writing one of my rather childish fantasy novels. I met a person in my music club – he was about 40 then and loved asking people questions like: ‘What was your creative journey?’ And he asked me: ‘So, you write. What are you writing for?’

I thought a bit and said quite confidently, because it has always been the purpose for me: ‘I want to make some people happy. I want to bring some joy.’

Later it transformed a bit, and the main purpose of writing became: ‘I want to talk. I can’t talk directly, because I’m afraid of being misunderstood, but I want to, and I want someone to hear me.’

Oh yeah, there were bumps! :D I suppose the biggest bumps happened when I sent my works to a few of young writers’ contests. I mean, those are places where you’re lucky to even be selected as a participant. And they chose me, and I was delighted. And then, during the seminars where the writers and editors are dissecting your story or play you realize what a complete useless looser you are. And the worst thing is that you understand that they are right and it really is a shit story/play. XD The fun thing is that it never made me want to give up writing. Not in the slightest. If anything it made me want to work harder to show myself and everyone that I have something give. But it did make me feel less about myself. And it made me give up on going to the contests and conferences.

However, what saved me from that upsetting period was fanfiction. It made me return to my original purpose – writing for the sake of fun and for bringing joy to others. And it’s the thing that really matters, I think.

Now, as I’m trying to go back to the original thing I’ve been writing fot a while already, I’m trying to make it a talk that could probably make someone happy along the way. Or at least make someone feel things. I dunno.

 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Nothing’s irrelevant to the story, c’mon! :D

His door bell doesn’t work. His clients always inform him beforehand about their visits and his friends never come to his flat (for reasons). Therefore every time someone knocks unexpectedly, he’s stressed.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I start by playing the part. Like I’m in the theatre and I’m acting out this scene, playing the character. So I need to feel how they move, talk, and think. Then to make them plausible and relatable, I bring as much of myself into them as it seems natural for this or that character. Just some random thoughts or little details of habits. So at the end it’s impossible to say who’s in whose head.

I don’t so much regret as I sometimes envy those of them who – even though they’ve come out of me – managed to become better people than I am.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Shame. The simple thought of: ‘What’s the point of you if you can’t even do the only thing you love doing?’ XD

#writing #long post #procrastination

[bluethude]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

tagged by @galaxies-unknown for some mysterious reasons but hey, I thought it would be fun doing it ! Spent way more time on it than I thought I would ✨​ ​Let's go ! ✨​

1.    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒  /  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : bluethude/The Blue Thude though I have some other alias, I won’t tell. 2.    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: March 14, the same birthday as Acting Grand Master Jean from Grenshin Impact or Albert Einstein ! Fun fact about it, but my immediate blood family was all born in January, lmao, I’m the only one being unique in this household 3.    𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: On the Sun zodiac, I’m a Pisces. On the Moon zodiac, i’M a ViRgO Moxxie is the best when left (un)supervised with Blitz 4.    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: ... Uh. I’m 1m70, and it’s five centimeters less than Bucky Barnes in the comics so he’s not that tall, it’s Sebastian Stan who’s taller than the comic version xD Another fun fact, I’m the short one in my family lmao. In the foot unit, it’s 5,5 foot I think ? 5.    𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 : I enjoy watching various AMVs and Edits on various stuff, writing, listening to music, annoying people with my existence, being hungry and reading mangas. And rambling non stop about various things, universe or characters 6.    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : It actually depends on the hue, but I really like purple. I think it represents me quite well (despite what my blog’s color scheme might show x3), like in between the red and blue, meaning something but covering many secrets. 7.    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: I do not have a favorite book, each piece of me is scattered across what I suppose can be said to be my favorite books. Excluding mangas/comics, if I have to chose, it might be Keepers of The Lost Cities or maybe the trilogy of the “Corps royal des Quêteurs” which Google Translate changes into “Royal Corps of Quests” as I didn’t find its English title, if it even have one, since this book is originally Spanish. The two book series are completely different, sure, but honestly, it is a very tight match, if not equal as they both offer epic adventures and a relatable protagonist, complex and believable relationships and they are just bringing you a sense of wonder and secrets. The second spot will probably be occupied with another equal match between the series Strange the Dreamer and The Hotel Between. Fun fact, except for the Royal Corps of Quests, all the series are published by Lumen ! And each time it really brings me to tears as Lumen seems to be a pro at finding people with stories who casually destroy you. 8.    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 : According to YT, it’s Run Away with Me - Carly Rae Jepsen. According to my music gallery, it’s No Filter - Neffex and honestly, go support Neffex bc their music is free and it’s just awesome. 9.    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄  /  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 :  ... Last movie I saw was Venom. It has been a week since I started to watch it on loop because of how much I love this movie. It’s just Eddie Brock living the worst days/weeks in his life and trying to stay alive and sane while his angry alien spouse is just screaming about hunger or how Eddie is a drama queen for having some human common sense. I really need to watch the sequel Venom : Let there be Carnage, with Venom’s angry son (Carnage) who inhabits a serial killer while Venom and Eddie have some relationship problems get couple therapy, jesus. Last show, it’s The Crown, a very good show about the English Crown’s institution in all its cruelty. 10.    𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 : Including mangas and all, it’s Dai-9 Sabaku and the latest tome of The Ancient Magus' Bride - Psalm 108: Wizard's Blue. If we talk about Webtoons, it would be the currently latest chapters freely available from Clinics of Horrors and Homesick. 11.    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : It really depends, but most of the life plan is likely music, especially Neffex, and various characters across all the stories I’ve read until now. On writing plans, it’s kinda the same, only adding video games, shows and movies. 12.    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐔𝐑𝐋 : Okay so, I was decided to get a blog to write on, to fight off my wild mental state and some personal stuff and honestly, idk, depression = feeling blue and I was listening to Colors by Halsey so it kinda clicked. And since I’m not a girl or a boy, thude seemed to be the best choice and that’s how bluethude came. (About the pp, I was reading Edens Zero and I already had a character to use as the pp, who’s Sister Ivry, but I felt it wasn’t reflecting enough the url, since she only had blue eyes. And then, I got into the arc following Ivry’s, where you meet Hermit, an android who’s all blue, literally and figuratively because trauma hits hard and she starts to get better by the end of her intro arc, trusting again humans thanks to Shiki and it seemed obvious to use Hermit as pp, bc Hermit is small bean who needs to be protected. Though, if you want the entire anecdote, I got a small moment of hesitation between using a picture of Hermit (Eden Zero) and Adaman (Pokémon : Legends Arceus).) 13.   𝐅𝐔𝐍  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 : Uh. Did you know that in the comics, Bucky was actually 16 years old when he got caught by Hydra and changed into the Winter Soldier ? 

Okay, not such a fun fact. Quick, another one !

A good part of my fictional crushes have the red color on them, or are related to fire, or are just red haired, when it’s not the three at the same time ! Which is kinda funny and it sounds like I’m doing it on purpose but not at all. Like, it started with Azula and Zuko from Avatar : The Last Airbender and right now, the last fictional crush I have is Hunter from The Owl House who has reddish eyes and Navier from The Remarried Empress, whose signature color is red. And before that, it was Benimaru and Veldora from Tensura, like the fire oni with red clothes and a dragon. Anyway, y’all get my point. 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐈'𝐃  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  .

Nah. To whoever sees this, you can continue the chain if you want ! I don’t have people to tag x3

#know me #anime #marvel #helluva boss #the remarried empress #bucky barnes #keeper of the lost cities #edens zero #the crown #pokemon #the ancien magus bride #venom #genshin impact #atla #yes those tags have zero sense #my post my rule #The Blue Thude

[incorrectmarvelkids]

Tony: Peter, I'll be the first to tell you, money doesn't buy you happiness.

Peter: Well duh, but if I'm gonna be depressed either way, I'd rather be depressed and able to afford extra guac than depressed and broke.

#I might have been hungry while writing this xD #and peter def gives a shit ton to charities like all the time that's why he wants the money #peter #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #spiderson #tony #tony stark #iron #iron man #irondad #incorrect #incorrect quotes #incorrect posts #incorrect marvel posts #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect marvel #incorrect marvel kids #avengers #avengers kids #marvel #marvel kids #joke #jokes #pun #puns #it's punny #tumblr

[swanimagines]

Hi, it's me again! If it's ok, can I ask for D11 + Pin for the Freddy Carter event, please? And if you don't mind, can it be platonic, please? I always have a soft spot for platonic fics (I think you noticed this by now...) and I love how you write those!

FREDDY EVENT, send in requests for any of Freddy Carter's characters (NOT the man himself (= no Freddy Carter (the real person) x readers), only his characters)!! The event will be on for an indefinite time, if you're unsure, see if the event post is pinned. If it is, then it's still on. (Other requests are open too, but they go to my normal to-do list which I'm not able to start doing til March at earliest)

I bought 16 books at the start of the year so it's a relevant topic XD My head pounded as empty though when I tried to start this so this might feel a bit random, but I hope you like it anyway! It wasn't all about books in the end anyway, my first idea was them being in a bookshop together and Y/N buying a big pile of books but it didn't carry.

Prompt: D11. Books

Word count: 818

Your favorite way to past time, beside horses, had always been reading. You'd found a book in the library you had been drooling for months, but it had been sold out everywhere, and now you were quick into devouring it. You snuggled up at the hay shelter with a blanket as you read a few chapters more. At least you meant for it to be just a few chapters, but you suddenly snapped into reality when you realized that sun had already almost set and that you should have probably headed back to Pin's house hours ago. You hoped that his father wouldn't be mad at you, after all, he had kindly took you in when you came to visit the island from the mainland, despite not seeing you since you were no taller than a fire extinguisher. You and Pin had been best friends until you had to move to the mainland, but you had come back to visit once you saw the picture of the new Duke of the island and recognized the name.

Your stomach let out a loud growl in protest of not eating anything since lunch, and you groaned, climbing down from the hay pile.

"Y/N? What are you doing here this late? We thought you went home, almost everyone else did too," you heard a voice say from the left and you turned to see Pin. You smiled sheepishly.

"Got lost into a book again..." you replied, waving the said book in front of him. "I just get so invested in them, I didn't look at the time, and now I'm hungry. I know missed dinner, sorry."

He chuckled. "Don't worry about it, we all know how it is. I think there's some snacks in the fridge in the tack room, you'll manage with them until the morning. Come on."

You followed him to the tack room, and soon you had a sandwich in your hand and a bottle of fresh juice in the other, gratefully munching away and sipping the cold drink. Pin waited around until you had finished eating, making notes of all the work the team had done that day and after that, you mounted your horses and began riding towards Pin's castle.

"So... any exciting stuff in your book?" Pin asked after riding for a while and you snorted.

"If you keep asking for spoilers, you have soon read the book without reading it. You have to read the book, I refuse from giving away any more."

"Fair enough then," he chuckled.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the castle and you dismounted your horse and led her to the stable, taking off her equipment and giving her some hay and fresh water, before you kissed her goodnight. Pin waited you outside the stall, already having done it with Elvis. You yawned and stretched, trying to find the energy to go upstairs, change into your pajamas and brush your teeth. The thought of that all felt very unpleasant while being so tired. At this point, you weren't so sure anymore if you had been the hero in the story instead of the protagonist, at least she had done a lot during those chapters you had read.

Pin looked amused when he saw how tired you were. "Do you need me to carry you?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Oh stop it, I'm perfectly capable of going upstairs by myself."

He grinned and nodded towards the front door, where Arthur was already waiting for you. He gave you a friendly smile as you passed him, and you went straight to your room, brushing your teeth and changing into your nightwear. You went to bed and closed your eyes - but suddenly you weren't sleepy anymore. Your eyes automatically drifted to the book peeking out from your bag, and you sighed.

No. You're sleeping. You are not picking up the book, you'll read the whole night again. You nodded at yourself determinedly, pursing your lips and rolled over to forget about the book.

But like many mornings before, when Arthur came to wake you up for breakfast, he found you with your book lying beside your pillow, you having fallen to sleep while reading your book. So he closed the door, deciding to let you sleep for a while longer, already knowing that Pin would agree on that too. They all knew about your severe case of bookwormness, but it wasn't a bad thing. Pin liked hearing you rambling about your favorite characters, and everyone else at the stables had so gotten used to you sitting somewhere quiet with your book that it would feel weird not seeing you like that for longer than a week.

You just were part of their days, even when you hadn't been on the island for a long time now, but you had quickly grown to be one of them.

Pin taglist for Freddy event: @scandalous-chaos @brekkers-desigirl @mentallynotstableghost // send in an ask to be added, and specify which of Freddy's characters do you want to be tagged on! (This taglist is for Freddy event only, I won't take character taglists for anyone else than Freddy's characters)

#pin hawthorne x reader #pin hawthorne #pin hawthorne imagine #free rein x reader #free rein #imagine #imagines #my works #reader insert #drabble #freddy event #platonic #gn reader #pin hawthorne drabble

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello! If this prompt is to your liking - something along the Ladyhawke plot? Basically, during the day LWJ is turned into an animal while WWX is human, and in the night returns to human but then WWX is turned into an animal :) Or, for simplicity’s sake, I‘d just like to see LWJ turned into a bunny XD attempting to communicate with WWX who is oblivious, as you’d expect. Thank you! Your writing is amazing and I’m so pleased to read it always.

The f‎irst thing Wei Wuxian was aware of in his new life, before he ever recalled his name or recovered his cultivation, was the feeling of safety and security that came from being held in the palms of two hands, strong but soft.

Wei Wuxian had been the last and smallest of a too-large litter, causing his mother to bare her teeth at him and chase him away no matter how pitifully he cried. By the laws of nature, he should have died, unloved, but even before he remembered his past deeds he was never one to be bound by those laws. He was lucky: the soft hands came for him then, lifting him high off the ground, letting him shiver against a warm breast and even faithfully feeding him milk from a hollow reed every time he was hungry.

After some time, the haze of infancy cleared from his eyes and, for the first time, the soft hands offered him a leaf instead of milk. It was a good leaf, too. Crunchy and firm, unmarred by any insect bites and still wet from the morning dew.

Wei Wuxian gnawed on it, quite content, and reached up with his left hindleg to lazily scratch at his long floppy ear. For a rabbit, this was the very definition‎ of paradise.

Not bad at all, he thought to himself, quite smug, and not for the first time considered himself rather lucky in comparison to his stronger brothers and sisters, who were probably being taught to forage even now. They might have a mother, but Wei Wuxian has a pair of soft hands framed by long, sweeping white sleeves, and he thought that he did quite well out the bargain.

With such thoughts, he was naturally reluctant to be left behind. He followed those hands on their daily rounds, hopping‎ down dabbled forest pathways made of stone and painstakingly climbing steps to sit in cold rooms that smelt of sandalwood while the soft hands plucked at the strings of a guqin. He wouldn't hold himself back, either: he would nuzzle a kneeling thigh or try to clamber onto the man's belly to sleep, and he was never rejected. Even when he couldn't keep up, he shamelessly cried until the hands came and gathered him up close, letting him rest his sable head against the stark white robes and listen to the comforting sound of a strong heartbeat.

All things considered, Wei Wuxian was quite pleased with his life, a state of affairs that lasted right up until the first time the hands wrapped up the guqin in a white cloth, drew an ice-pale sword from its sheath and took to the air, leaving Wei Wuxian behind, abandoned and bereft.

Obviously, this was absolutely intolerable.

Wei Wuxian settled himself down on the bed and began loudly crying. Other pairs of hands, smaller ones that sometimes brought treats, sought to comfort him‎, but he remained steadfast in his misery, lying prone on his side and weeping until he fell asleep and then waking up and starting all over again.

"He missed you a lot," the white-clad ‎child murmured anxiously to the soft hands when they return a few endless days later. "He wouldn't even eat - I even tried offering him some of the pickled cabbage he's always stealing from your table, but he wouldn't take it. Forgive me, Hanguang-Jun -"

"Forgiven."

Something about that voice echoed in his mind as familiar, but Wei Wuxian was distracted by picking himself up and throwing himself at his pair of soft hands at once, unable to hold a grudge and act indifferent the way he'd schemed he would, taking a mighty leap that did not even begin to trouble his pillar of stability though it did make the child giggle.

"I told you he missed you!"

"En."

The soft hands caressed Wei Wuxian quietly, then - as if familiar with the pain of separation, the torture of longing for what is not there - did not put him down. Instead, they brought close a dish of leaves and grasses for him to eat while still pressed up close to that broad chest, his ears full of that strong heartbeat that showed he was still alive, warmed by the bright golden core within.

Wei Wuxian, as always, forgot his woes, and was happy.

He was full, he was warm, tucked in safely into the collar of long white robes embroidered with clouds‎, and he could think of nothing at all that might disturb his joy.

That state of affairs lasted for about an hour, until another voice, also familiar but less so, said, "I am pleased that you have returned safely, Wangji."

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, startled out of his planned nap.

Wangji? Lan Wangji - Lan-er-gongzi - Lan Zhan -

White robes, like mourning; clouds, to signify the main family; soft hands, a gentle voice, upright manner, the guqin -

His soft hands were Lan Wangji!

‎Wei Wuxian remembered, suddenly, all of his past life of toil and hardship - his carefree youth at Yunmeng, his brief time at the Cloud Recesses, his wide broad road turning narrow and dark -

He dismissed the latter part as unimportant.

"It seems your pet rabbit had also missed you," Lan Xichen, now recognizable, added, his voice slightly mischievous in a way that was familiar as well.

"En," Lan Wangji replied, calm as ever.

Wei Wuxian began cackling at once, little huffing rabbit sounds.

Who would think, he thought to himself gleefully as he raised up his head to take a look, that Lan Wangji, of all people, would break the rules of his sect to adopt ‎-

To adopt -

A rabbit.

A rabbit!

He was a rabbit! Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, Yiling Patriarch, demonic cultivator -

He was the rabbit Lan Wangji had broken his sect's rules to adopt!

Wei Wuxian's head lolled back, stunned into a daze that did not abate even when Lan Wangji gently caressed his small head with his soft hands.

Of course Lan Wangji would adopt a demonic cultivator rabbit, he thought. That would just be his luck, breaking his precious rules for me of all people. But what did I do wrong to be reborn as an animal?

Well, actually, he'd done rather a few things wrong, come to think about it. And even if he was a rabbit, he'd had the best possible‎ life as one - he barely had to twitch his nose for a half dozen Lan disciples, not to mention the great Hanguang-jun himself, to scurry over to tend to his every need, so clearly the heavens weren’t intending on punishing him that badly.

Not to mention, he ‎seemed to still have his spiritual awareness - something of a new development, in fact, as he'd only noticed Lan Wangji's golden core for the first time today.

Of course, that didn't really matter. What use was spiritual awareness to a rabbit? All it meant was that he was now a yao, capable of cultivating and, if he turned evil, to be a target for a night hunt led by righteous cultivators.

He'd had quite enough of tha‎t in his last lifetime, thank you.

No, there was no benefit, except maybe the possibility of one day cultivating enough to form a beast core and transform into a human being -

Hm.

"Are you sure you will head out again so soon?" Lan Xichen asked. "You are still barely recovered from your injuries; for you to go out alone could be dangerous -"

Wait, what? Lan Wangji? Injured? Alone?

Absolutely unacceptable!

Clearly Wei Wuxian was going to need to get on that yao cultivation business sooner rather than later. Someone needed to take care of Lan Wangji, if he wasn’t willing to do it himself – and why not him?

After all, Lan Wangji was his pet human.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #my fic #my fics #okay this is the exact opposite of one of your prompts #but hopefully it still works for you #untillambsbecomelionss