#I'm also glad I got to pick up writing again as a hobby it really helps me a lot with feeling better

[cerise-on-top]

Hi! I hope you've been doing alright!

I was wondering if you could possibly write something for Valeria comforting reader having a bit if a meltdown. Something along the lines of reader being overwhelmed by their job and just the emotions that come with the end of the year, and having Valeria just hug them, maybe do something sweet like surprising them with their favorite treat, etc. because she had been noticing the way reader had been a bit off. essentially some fluffy hurt/comfort <//3

I don't know if that's a bit much, but you're welcome to say no! Anyways, I just want to let you know that your writing is incredibly awesome and I hope that the new year treats you well! You put out a lot of great content but i really hope you're not overworking yourself either, make sure to take breaks and take care of yourself and yeah, ♡

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Anon, unless you tell me to either write the most gruesome thing imaginable or straight up something that is not meant for minors, then I have no problem with any request! I tried to make it good, but I've always struggled with writing dialogue, and for that I am genuinely sorry! I hope it's still enjoyable enough, though! It's more of a fic again than anything else, at a good 3.000 words! I'm wishing you a good 2024 and that the new year may treat you more kindly than the current one has! Best of everything to you, anon! And best of everything to everyone else too, of course!

Valeria Comforting Reader

You had always been a strong person in Valeria’s eyes. You had to be in order to be with someone like her, after all. Caring for someone so vile in many people’s eyes, knowing fully well of her business, it was in spite of all of that you stayed with her. The way she could come home to you, giving it your all at work, giving her that kind smile of yours she was certain she didn’t quite deserve, it made even someone of her caliber a bit softer than usual. For as little as she cared about anyone else, wishing to have most people’s head on a stake at this point, if you gave her the command, she’d burn down every inch of this sorry planet just to see you smile again, just to watch the flames of life dance in your eyes. And from the ashes she’d raise something new, something better than what was right now. Valeria knew she could count on you, no matter what, but she hoped you did the same for her too.

Your eyes used to be full of vivacity, so lively whenever you got to see her, there was you trilling a song like a nightingale when you made her a cherry pie, from time to time she had to shut you up considering you never stopped talking whenever she came home. Bloody Valeria, who knows how many people she has killed? How many people would continue to suffer because of her selfishness? She had been called many things, a witch, a wench, a worthless wanton. But in those beautiful eyes of yours? The way you’d call her over, using sickeningly sweet nicknames in Spanish you picked up from somewhere. “Mi alma, mi tesoro, how is the most beautiful wife in this universe doing?” Granted, Valeria cringed when you suddenly started speaking Spanish to her of all people, but even so, she had to admit, you were so adorable, leaving her no choice but to respond in nothing but Spanish for the evening to compensate.

But even among the lovely banter the two of you often found yourselves in, it wasn’t enough to keep the light in your eyes from extinguishing. Your beautiful voice became rarer and rarer until you only spoke when spoken to. Whereas Valeria would once need to tell you to stop hugging her in public, these days she was happy if you as much as grabbed her hand while you were both seated on the couch. What happened to you? She wanted to know, she needed to know, but you wouldn’t budge. Whatever weighed on you took its toll on you, it wasn’t something Valeria could just fix with money, it seemed. A forced smile, empty eyes. Ever since you started that new job of yours a while ago, it seemed to never end for you.

Even as she sent one of her trusted people out to check on you, you were wary, knowing fully well about the dangers Las Almas posed to anyone living there, especially Valeria. You did not hesitate to tell her about that odd person coming to your workplace, that man could have been anyone, could have killed her. She was grateful, to have you be this open with her on a matter that concerned her, but in the same breath she cursed you for not taking better care of yourself. If she could, she would have come to your workplace to kill your boss, your superior, anyone giving you a hard time yourself. But alas, Los Vaqueros were on her heels again. And thus, she fled for another few weeks, leaving you alone in your unbearable misery. By no means was Valeria a traditionally affectionate person, but if she had to be more “normal” in that regard to see your happiness again, she could try.

The new year seemed nice around this year, with the first of January being on a Monday. The beginning of the year was also the beginning of a new week. Valeria could have stalled for time, waiting until it was midnight, but she decided to come home to you without intervention this time. That she decided until she found a small bakery, run by an elderly lady and her husband, that she had known for a while. Evening of the 30th, the shop was just about to close up when Valeria drove by, stopping right in front of it. The couple didn’t seem to mind her being here this late, giving her the usual wishes for a new year. May she be healthy, may she be happy. Lovely, if only such a thing would hold true for you instead. The wares seemed promising, obviously homemade. The bright, white cake with the strawberries on top seemed to catch her eyes. There weren’t many baked goods left, namely some cakes, some cookies and some rolls, but that tres leches looked delicious.

It didn’t take long for her to have bought the little treat. Enough for you, enough for her. Maybe such could cheer you up, if just a little bit.

The night was cold this time, with the clouds not covering a single bit of the sky. The moon was waning once again, leaving behind the world for its own purposes, leaving it in the dark where anyone and anything could be hiding. For all Valeria knew, someone could decide to try and pick a fight with her right now. Someone would die, but it wouldn’t be her. Never her, she had someone to come home to, after all. Whatever slug decided to rob her on a night like this, they would come to regret their mother’s birth. However, as she got closer to your little abode, she couldn’t help but worry. What if it wasn’t her to get hurt, but you instead? By no means would that be likely, hidden away like the treasure you were, for her eyes only, but it wasn’t impossible. Valeria pressed harder on the gas pedal.

Only when she saw the lights on this late did she finally calm down a bit. You were home, everything seemed in order. With the cake in one hand and her keys in the other, she unlocked the door, pushing it open. She had every reason to be mad at the incompetence she had to work with on the daily, but somehow, she had even more reason to be worried about you. Her worries were only reinforced when she heard quiet sobs coming from the living room. Normally, she’d burst right in, her revolver in hand. But this time? No weapon in the world could fight your demons, she could only watch as you tried your hardest to fight another day, to make it through alive and somewhat well.

Slowly, she opened the door this time as well, making just enough noise for you to take notice of her. Like a deer in headlights, you stared at her, choking back another sob. Clearly, you didn’t expect her to be home this early at all, but it didn’t matter. You seemed scared, ashamed even, as your mouth hung open, trying to find the right words to say. Regardless of what it was that would leave your mouth, Valeria wouldn’t get mad, not this time. Having put down the tres leches, she turned to you, approaching you slowly so as to not startle you. Your eyes were red and puffy, your voice hoarse as you finally spoke. You wiped away your tears, giving her a forced smile, like you had been for a while.

“Valeria, welcome back! How are you doing?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying your hardest to not make it as obvious that you had been crying. A futile attempt, but an attempt nevertheless. If she could have, Valeria would have wrung out your little heart, ridding you of your demons if just for this weekend, but alas. Sitting down next to you on the couch, she took one hand of yours in hers, the other arm slung around your shoulders.

“Cariño, what’s the matter? I’m not mad, I promise, I just wanna know.”

Your mouth formed an o, clearly trying to think of a bullshit excuse she wasn’t going to buy anyway. “Be honest with me!” Valeria’s voice was calm, even if she could feel the anger bubbling up inside of her. Whatever was eating at you, gnawing at your mind and your heart, you were going to tell her, preferably tonight.

Holding onto her hand, you squeezed it, looking away for a moment. She had her nails done that pretty pink again, the color you always liked so much on her. But even so, it was apparent you didn’t know what to say. Rather sooner than later, you had to come clean to her eventually. You had joked about it, but one of these days Valeria might just interrogate you for your mental wellbeing, counterproductive as that might be. Tears welled up in your eyes again as you bit your lips, hoping to seem just a tad bit less pathetic than before. Valeria was so strong, you had always been a joke in comparison.

“You know, you’re actually really tough, Valeria. You’re always on the move, always evading the bad guys, always doing what needs to be done in order for the both of us to have a good life. But look at me: I can’t even work properly without my co-workers trampling all over me. Every day I have to endure things that no one wants to put up with, every day I can’t say no to them even if I tried. Sometimes I do wish I was more like you, really. It’s just… I haven’t accomplished anything. Nothing I do seems to matter. This year was awful, and I have little hope that the next one will be any better. As much as I love you, Valeria, and you know that I adore you, I hope you’ll find someone better next year. Someone who’s worthy of having you around, someone who won’t bitch and cry over every single little thing. I’m a weak and pathetic little loser who’s nothing like you. Can’t say no, and it’s slowly killing me. I want to just run away forever, never to be seen again, and become a cryptid of sorts. I fucking hate myself, I hate this miserable, shitty planet I was born on, and I hope next year is going to be my last! I don’t think I can make it through another one.”

For a second, even Valeria was quiet, not thinking it was going to be this bad. She knew you were unhappy, but she didn’t think you were hoping to die this soon. You and her had your entire lives ahead of you, preferably together. There was no way Valeria could let something like this just slide. This was something big and important, not something you should just sweep under the rug and never talk about.

Valeria removed her arm and hand from yours, only to grab your face, cradling it somewhat roughly, to make sure you would look at her. Despite never having been an emotional person, this was important. You were going to look at her, no matter how much you protested, wanting to look away, and you were going to listen too.

“Don’t you dare say something like this ever again, you hear me? You’re going to live alongside me, and you’re going to live well. If I have to kill all of your co-workers myself, I will. You’re the last person that should die on this rotten planet. I had to live this long without you in it, you’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of it. But don’t you fucking dare ever think about dying again, alright? If your boss is a bastard, who gives a shit. Same for your co-workers. You need a job? A good one you’ll enjoy with nice people? Cariño, I can get you in just about anywhere. You wanna work at a bakery? At an elementary school? You wanna work an office job? Hell, if you want I’ll make sure you’ll get to do home office whenever you need it too, but you’re not going to leave me alone just like that. The next year is going to be good to you, and it won’t be a matter of if. It’ll be a matter of when, and at my command, a good year for you will start on Monday, and that’s final.”

Her voice was almost loud, she was clearly mad. Not at you, you could never do any wrong in her eyes, but at the people who made you feel this way about yourself, about everything regarding you. It scared you, you wanted to pull away, but her grasp on you grew stronger. She meant well, you knew that much, but never did you think you could make her this mad. You were gentle, you were kind, and that also showed in how Valeria would treat you. You weren’t some kind of replaceable lackey, Valeria would never find someone like you again.

Your eyes were wide in fear and Valeria’s expression softened up a bit. “Look, I’m sorry for scaring you like that. But I need you to understand that you’re scaring me too when you say things like that. We’ll get through this together. You quit your job, we’re gonna find you a new one with good people that you can enjoy. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you next year, that I’m going to make sure myself. I’ll try to take off more days, try to get more time for you so we can be together. But please don’t do anything too rash, please don’t do anything dumb. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you. Alright?”

Once again, you teared up, but this time you couldn’t look away either, Valeria was still holding you.

“Alright?”

“Alright, fine. Valeria, I’m so sorry.” Your voice was quiet, broken by your current circumstances. When was the last time someone cared about you like this? Valeria was the most dangerous woman in the country, and yet here she was, comforting a little no one like you who happened to meet her by happenstance. You didn’t bite back your sobs this time, letting it all out instead. It’s not like it was the first time she had ever seen you cry, but you wished it would be the last time. This was humiliating, even if your wife had found you in much worse situations. You closed your eyes, letting your tears fall freely.

“Please don’t apologize.” She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before giving you a long and tight hug. A token example of how she cared for you. Despite not being one for physical affection, even she couldn’t deny you a hug when you were downright miserable. Although she wasn’t usually very warm, something about tonight, maybe it was the feeling of being disposable, made you feel warmer than usual. Valeria was by no means a kind woman normally, but somehow, you got to see this side of her that was unknown to everyone else. You knew she was the one for you.

Maybe leaving her alone would have been such a cruel thing of you after all. The way she held you when she was drunk, the way she’d kiss you when she finally got home after months of not seeing you, the way she’d look at you when she thinks you aren’t looking, it was all reminiscent of a fantasy you dreamed about when you were younger. Maybe you really didn’t need a hero, the villainess worked just fine for you. She held you like you were the most worthwhile treasure in the world. A hero would never do that, a hero would likely die to attain some silly goal. Valeria was different from that, she would litter the world with the corpses of those who wronged you. It was a challenging sort of love, but it was love nevertheless. You wanted to show her the same kind of love. Maybe you weren’t ready to kill someone for her just yet, but if it ever came down to it, maybe you could try to live again. Perhaps not for yourself as you were right now, but for Valeria. She was worth more than a planet made of pure diamonds.

Eventually, your sobs turned to sniffles, your sniffles died down. Valeria never stopped holding you until you had finally calmed down. It felt surprisingly good, letting it all out for once, not having to worry about being judged. Not many words were exchanged that evening, but they were sincere. Valeria loved you, you loved Valeria, it was that simple. You were going to remind yourself of that fact for the rest of eternity if you had to. Until you never had to actively think about that again, until it was that ingrained into your mind.

“Do you want some tres leches? I got some just for you on the way back home.”

You still held onto her shoulders, giving her the first proper smile of the evening. “You spend too much money on me, and you know it.” You playfully and lightly hit her chest, giving her a bashful look. “But, you know, I wouldn’t say no to it either.”

“There’s that beautiful smile, mi bello amor.” Once again, she cradled your face, this time much more gently than before. Once again, she gave you a quick kiss to your cheek before getting up to get the cake. Naturally, you followed suit, allowing her to take the lead as she always had. “Do you want the big piece or the small one?”

“I want you to have the big piece for being the best wife out there!”

“Wrong answer, you get the big one.” And with that, two plates and two forks had been prepared, each filled with some delicious, beautiful cake.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #this year has been quite something but I can't say it's been my worst one yet #anyway more valeria content again <3 #she's such a popular character on this blog but I don't mind that in the slightest #I'm just glad I get to write for the girls and make sure they're loved as well #I'm also glad I got to pick up writing again as a hobby it really helps me a lot with feeling better #even if it can be overwhelming at times haha #anyway some lovely and soft Valeria for once even if she would kill someone for you #but that's just classic Valeria for you! #please enjoy anon and thank you for the request! #happy 2024 to everyone!

[deadbydangit]

I love your works so much, i speed read your blog for like, the fifth time the past three days while I've been stuck inside, they've been a big comfort while it just rains non stop.

I also have no ideas how to make requests, but can you do some of the killers seeing their S/O speed by them on sparkly pink roller skates? Like obviously having no idea what they're doing, screaming and trying to stop, before they eventually just crash.

You're too kind. I believe I can do something like that. I'm going to switch it up a little bit to make it easier to write something. Please enjoy.

With a reader who roller skates: Ghostface, Skull Merchant, Knight

Ghostface

At first he doesn't think it's fair.

"How come you get roller skates and I don't?"

So, get him a pair.

And watch him fall in his sorry ass.

Multiple times.

He'll be really embarrassed, so don't give them too hard of a time.

After about an hour of trying he's going to give up completely.

But he doesn't want you to give up on it.

You look like you're having fun, and who is he to ruin it?

Everyone has something they enjoy.

For him, it's killing people and photography.

For you, it's roller skating.

Danny has no issue with that.

If you end up falling and crashing he'll absolutely be laughing at you.

"Ha! Nice work."

He's not being malicious though.

He will pick you up off the ground and patch you up if needed.

Make sure to tease him once in a while, skate circles around him.

He'll act super pissed. But he's actually having a blast trying to catch you.

"Oh, you think you're hot stuff? I'll get you. When you least expect it. I'll get you."

And, he will eventually catch you. Though it will take a long time.

But don't expect to be going anywhere after.

He's got you in his arms. He doesn't want to let go.

Skull Merchant

Adriana doesn't take the roller skating as some sort of threat to her power.

She sees it as a challenge.

"So you can skate. You're pretty good."

She tends to be very competitive.

So this, this whole roller skating thing, she's going to learn how to do it too.

And she is Hellbent I'm getting better than you.

Not really to tease you or anything.

It's really just her way of showing that she loves you.

Even if she can sound mean at times.

Because this girl, she is the queen of trash talk.

"Eat my dust loser."

"Who's the top dog now?"

Lots of trash talk.

But it's never anything malicious or obscenely cruel.

She sees roller skating as an activity that you both can do together.

Something you could both compete at but still have fun with.

It's your hobby, and she wouldn't want to take that from you because she wants to be better.

She knows where to draw the line.

If you end up crashing, don't worry she's got your back.

She might laugh at you first. But she's still going to help you.

"I think that is the hardest I've ever seen someone fall on their face. Nice."

Again, all fun trash talk.

No matter how much she trash talks you, just know that she does so from a place of love.

Knight

Tarhos is impressed.

He doesn't know what roller skates are. But he's impressed.

He just knows they're the things you roll around in.

And he sees you do it all the time.

Modern technology is incredibly fascinating to him.

Of course, he's thinking of how he could use such things in combat.

It's a whole knight thing.

However, he knows he will not be able to.

"It isn't compatible with armor. Perhaps one of the others would make better use of such equipment."

But, he's glad you know how to.

"Should the worst come, I know you could move out of the area quickly."

He's telling you he'd rather you run away than fight any enemy.

But it's also him placing his confidence in you. That you could take care of yourself.

And that's a very high honor to earn from a man like him.

Should you fall and become injured, he will come to your aid.

As someone who has gotten hurt whilst training, he knows how frustrating that can be.

He'll make sure you aren't too hurt, patch you up if needed, then send you to continue roller skating.

He knows sitting down and moping isn't going to make you any stronger or any better at what you want to do.

Every time he sees you try something new with your skates, he feels more and more proud at your bravery.

You never cease to amaze him.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd knight #dbd skull merchant

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

hey dude, love the writing! your characterizations are so on point for em :0 what do you reckon the merc's hobbies are in their downtime? like knitting, golfing, stuff like that.

TF2 Mercs and Their Hobbies!

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I'm glad people think I'm good because that justifies the fact that this is what I do with my spare time 😭 (kidding) Also again mandatory mutual appreciation, love ya for that 🫶🏻 and ty for loving my writing, I really appreciate it <3

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This one's definitely got me smiling and kicking my legs bc something about the idea of these guys being happy and doing normal human things makes me happy.

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Demo knits! He also sews and crochets. This man is just a little grandma (affectionate). His mom taught him, and he just always liked it. It's calming, has definitely given the other Mercs blankets, and just claimed, "Oh well, I found it somewhere." Like it isn't in their well-known favorite color or subtly customized to them. I think he'd also be into most art. Painting and wood carving are two I think he'd fine interesting.

Engie- This man loves Legos. He has at least ten finished sets and about six unfinished ones lying around. He buys the adult sets for himself but has bought Pyro smaller sets so they can build together. Also isn't opposed to going fishing.

Heavy- Did you know he likes rock climbing? Turns out it's a lot easier to get into that hobby if you're strong. He's also a fan of hiking and swimming. Also very good at chess, he and Madic play a lot.

Medic- He loves music! He's good at it too, (I've seen others hc that he plays violin and please I love that, I love violin.) Along with the violin he kills on piano. It's actually really nice to hear piano coming from the lab and not screaming. Who knew? THIS. MAN. LOVES. TO. DANCE. He knows how to and loves to teach people. He specifically likes ballroom dancing, he can waltz, he can swing, if you can think of a dance he probably learned how to do it at some point.

Scout- Sports are probably the most obvious hobby I could pick for Scout, with video games coming in second. But I am a man who deviates from the obvious. He likes to bake and cook! Like I've seen people say this man can't boil water, and that's an insane take to me. Sure, it's funny, but this man loves his mom. Do you think he didn't bake and cook with her to help her out? He has a box of recipes that have been in the family for years. This man is killer when it comes to food, and I will die on this hill. (When he's baking, though, Pyro comes out of nowhere to "help." If any fellow bakers know how annoying it is to have a partner in the kitchen, you'll know how patient Scout has become, but he aurally doesn't mind Pyro baking with him after a while.) Don't ask him to do paintball with you! He loves it a bit too much.

Sniper- My man loves plants. He loves to garden. He has a little windowsill planter in his van. He grows little fruit plants sometimes and has a few cacti scattered around. He also has a bonsai tree, which he is meticulous with. You'd think this man would take up these hobbies to relax, but no. He is also insanely good at poker.

Spy- Really in to calligraphy, origami, and wine tasting. (Also, not really a hobby, but I hc that he can bartend if need be). He's just really into the "fancier." Hobbies that can also show off his art skills, also he likes wine so yk.

Soldier- Like Sniper, he's a really good poker player. He's definitely more into it than the other guys. He hates losing. He also does the traditional suburban while dad hobbies. He watches football and likes to grill. He's just a silly little American man.

Pyro- For the most part, they don't have a singular hobby they really do by themself. Scout and Engie just tend to include them in theirs, so they've never really had to figure out what to do in their downtime. But that doesn't mean they didn't find one eventually. They get into collecting! Specifically, bugs! They have at least two orchid praying mantis and one normal green one in a shadow box. Plus, they have a small collection on honeybees and even some scorpions and spiders (I know they aren't bugs, but I feel like most bug collectors have them too.) Engie went into Pyros room once because Pyro wanted to show off their collection and nearly fainted when Pyro showed off their favorite spider, it was a camel spider. (Look them up if you want but good God, they're so gross 😭)

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One of my favorites to write, super cute and wholesome idea. I smiled the whole time writing this.

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#tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 pyro #tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress headcanons #tf2 soldier

[canonical-transformation]

was rereading the last bits of No Bird An Island; are u ever gonna do smt like it again? it was rly cool, esp while it was updating since comment interactions

alsoalso there will be more in the noir!Fischl series rite? no rush no rush jus wondering ehh

In order: (1) probably not (but it's possible); (2) probably (but that could mean months or years).

1) I went waaaay outside my comfort zone for No Bird an Island. Normally I don't push myself to write towards deadlines (writing is a very chill hobby for me!), and I needed a huge backlog to make the 3–6 microchapters per day work. I also needed lots of free time, which I don't usually have!

It was a really fun experience but also pretty tiring+stressful: I'm glad I did it, but I'm not in a rush to do it again 😅 I really enjoyed all the interactions in the comments, and getting to build up to the big reveals and action scenes!

I was inspired by hyperdimensional hopscotch, which Exstarsis (@chrysoula) did last November, as a kind of topsy-turvy Nanowrimo alternative. I really liked the experience of it as a reader, and I wanted to recreate that 🙂 If you find someone else doing something like it, please let me know! (It also counts if you talk a writer you know into doing it :P)

2) All of my fics and series are on indefinite hiatus all the time. This is for my own sanity 🙃

(I, uh, burned out of fanfic a decade ago because I wrote something that got really popular in its niche and felt obligated to continue it even as life got busy and inspiration ran dry. So when I started again last year, I decided, if I have to choose between stalled WIPs ("deadfic") vs turning my hobby into a "duty", I'll pick the former. Other fanfic authors may make different choices!; this is mine.)

Having said that, noir!Fischl is up there with the Tao!Retainer AU in terms of (i) it's fun to play around with, (ii) when I reread I always want more. So I think it's not a question of if, but when!

I'm not sure whether the next noir!Fischl stories will follow up on her friendship with Nahida. As usual, it depends what's noir enough for Fi :P

#asks #frostywisp #why write when i can talk about writing #noir!fischl #fanfic meta #deadfic #meta: pinned posts #me

[charmixpower]

You said you were happy to give more ,so I'm back for the sweet sweet child Valtor HC's (any plans for writing a fanfic? ). You've opened pandoras box and you can't close it now.

Muah! I'm so glad you're enjoying this little crack au that I got WAYYY to attached too and am now taking seriously XD

I could do like a one shot fic or something but my main concern rn is surviving s6-8 and wow

Anyways here's some SWEET headcanons

Not all of them are nice bc I cannot be dragged away from the angst but most of them are!!

Valtor is legally a ward of Light Rock and will be until he turns 18 and competes in his rehabilitation. I imagine that Light Rock is actually a nice place, the Trix just did not jive with it or the concept of becoming better people. He does therapy at the compound, and his favorite type is art therapy. Valtor really likes it there with his 76 well trained older brothers who are also technically guards

He picks up a bunch of different hobbies at Light Rock. He loves all the activities. They introduce him to theater and it goes exactly like you expect. He LOVES it, and invites the winx et al to all of his shows. He loves the costumes and dramatics about it, and eventually he's listening to Stella talk about types of stitches so he can make his own clothes too

You know those magic limiters the Trix wore on their foreheads at Light Rock? Valtor wears one but he can break it and take it off whenever they want. They're still trying to find a way to actually limit his magic, at some point Valtor got involved in the process

People were first really worried that Valtor could take off the magic limiter whenever he wanted but it slowly became clear that he's perfectly content to stay put so eventually no one cares. The Light Council even gives permission for Valtor to use his magic eventually, despite the fact he's supposed to be limited

Valtor was the one who told Bloom how to get to Obsidian. Like he was there when that happened and he spent all his time after the Ancestrals got trapped trying to get them out so he can just tell the Winx

He obviously doesn't go with them, just because he has the ability to use free will and the obedience built into his essence is now gone doesn't make him immune to mind control spells and he'd rather not. He also REALLY never wants to be face to face with Belladonna ever again, Icy was bad enough tbh

When Bloom puts her hacks powers back where they belong (in Domino) and becomes a normal ass (still stupid powerful, shes related to Daphne AND part of fire mixed with her magic at this point) fairy, she has to learn how to fight like a normal person instead of abusing the fact she doesn't get magic exhaustion. She spars with/around Valtor, primarily because as the Wizard of Magic he can tell her when she's getting exhausted bc she doesn't notice

When the Winx practice group combat they usually spar with Valtor too, who is ecstatic to spend time with the Winx AND use his magic, and they're all there like "if you didn't pull your punches for most the year and have an obvious exploit in your design (aka if you were a nomral born person) we would of never won."

Valtor is technically transformed 24/7 and can straight up die from magical exhaustion. Unlike other magic users who would just detransform, collapse, and pass out, he's far too sustained by his magic to survive without it. This is one of the said design flaws that could be used to defeat him, please note how both this and ripping his elemental components apart would both kill him

He's a kid but he's the WIZARD OF MAGIC, literally anything that's magic is under his domain and he absolutely treated their fights as games bc he COULD curve stomp anything. Belladonna wasn't fucking around when she created him

He still considers Bloom his sister after she gives up her HAXXS that makes her magic feel like his. Bloom thinks this is adorable and takes him out for family time. Valtor looks forward to whenever anyone comes to visit him, especially when he gets to leave the compound (it's nice there but he's used to having access to a lot more space) but especially when Bloom does it

Magic attaches to symbols easily, and Valtor made his mark to make really complicated magic (like Witch magic mind control and Fairy magic power boosting) easier on himself. He made the symbol at like 4ish and has been using it since. Sometimes he makes the symbol from his hands when he just shoots magic at the problem bc he thinks it looks cool

Eventually Helia takes over administration over RF from Saladin Valtor likes to hang around the place and he gets to help out with combatting magic lessons! Exciting for Valtor, terrifying for literally all the students. Riven and Diaspro tend to be around™ bc Helia harasses them into being around and they do not help the situation. The staff at RF uses Valtor to haze the freshmen. Valtor eventually notices this and is stuck between intentionally freaking them out and not wanting people to be afraid of him

Bby Valtor is Belladonna's biological son, no father. He's made from a combination of all the elements instead of just fire and his true form is more uncanny and otherworldly instead of chthonic looking. A very strong "I shouldn't be looking at this" energy, his appearance sets off the flight or fight response but it's not incomprehensible or anything. He's still humanoid it's just when you're a creature closest in make-up as all 5 of the gods of your world you end up looking weird. Still dragon looking tho

Nabu comes around often to just chat with Valtor about his magic. As a scholar Nabu is thriving asking questions about Valtor and Valtor loves the attention, everyone else is a little concerned if Nabu should be getting child that nearly took over the dimension thinking about how to use his magic more efficiently but it's fine. Valtor is a good kid now

Btw if the planet of Espero (where dimension wide government buildings are hosted, including Light Rock) was ever attacked....no it wouldn't be <3 Valtor would put an end to that shit so quickly it wouldn't even be a fight

#winx club #asks #child!valtor #winx au #rus chatters #winx Valtor #winx

[autisticblueteam]

Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...

And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.

#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content

We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.

So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...

I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.

I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.

So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.

“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”

AND then a little later...

“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.

Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.

#blue is a writer #fic: the only me is me #gen:lock #each part is meant to be like a single season. so part 1 is like a new season 2 and part 2 is like a season 3 #and if i ever actually finish this. i might plan out a 'season 4' #the ending i have planned sets me up for it #i have grand ambitions and so little ability to sit down and just get it done LMAO

[ariaste]

Hey! I picked up A Taste of Gold and Iron after I saw we got it at our library (I work there so I get first pick of new stuff lol) and it's literally the first book I've read in YEARS that I finished in less than a day... I just wanted to say THANK YOU for writing this!! I'm constantly looking for fantasy novels that have a gay male protag and AN ACTUAL PLOT with worldbuilding, and you novel scratched every single itch!! I'm an aspiring author myself, and I wanted to know, what inspired you to write this book? Also, what kind of research did you do to construct your world? Thanks again for writing this book, I'm gonna start looking for the rest of your novels next, lol

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it :)

Re: What inspired me to write this book -- I decided to write the most eat-an-entire-chocolate-cake-by-myself self-indulgent book of my heart that I possibly could. So I sat down and started thinking of all the things I love best (character dynamics, tropes, plot beats, themes, relationships) and I tried to pack as many of them into one book as I could. When you write something that you love that much, the work is never a burden and your patience for the process becomes almost limitless. Re: What kind of research I did -- All of my fantasy books are set in the same world, so listing all the bits and pieces would be almost impossible. To put it in terms that would be useful for an aspiring author... Notice the world around you, ask questions about it, have lots of experiences, meet lots of different people, try lots of crafts and hobbies and foods. Look at pictures of faraway places (and visit them one day when you're able!). Watch documentaries, go to museums. Watch fantasy movies made by and for people besides English-speakers and notice things about the costumes, the hair, the jewelry, the food, the music, the background details. Read lots of random Wikipedia articles. Read lots of really niche history books, the more specific the better -- read more general history too. Understand how people works, how power works, what communities are FOR.

Be fascinated with the world. Be a sponge, and soak up as many interesting and beautiful ideas as you can. Be a magpie and collect all the prettiest baubles into a pile.

Then anything you make up will have all that wealth and depth and texture of experience and knowledge behind it, and any further research you do will be a lot easier and more straightforward -- more about checking the details rather than establishing an entire foundation. :)

#alexandra rowland #writing advice

[scintillyyy]

I can’t believe I had followed you this long without realizing you had a whole >100k word fic you were working on. I spent the past few days reading My Baby, You are a Gift, One I Will Cherish.

Your writing is honestly so amazing. I can’t remember the last time I read something that long from start to finish in such a short time. The characterizations, the reinterpretation of canon events; so many things were just incredible. It really shows how much work and care you put into it.  

It’s so nice to have a story that puts so much effort into fleshing out a character like Janet Drake. Was there anything in particular that inspired you when you were writing her?  

hahaha, yep, that's me! that fic is my baby lol. thank you, i get very bashful about my writing lmao. im glad the characterization had been decent, i'm always so worried about that. anyways, this answer might get a little long so i'm putting it under a cut lol

as far as anything in particular that inspired me? uhhh, well i guess i'll have to go into something that you're basically almost never going to see me talk about ever on the internet if i can help it so i'll still keep it vague-ish: i actually have a young child of my own. (i mean. if it wasn't super obvious already. people usually don't get into attachment science on a whim. they do it because it's 4:37AM and someone has only slept in half-hour increments since 11:30PM and they've been crying off and on for the past 2 hours desperately hoping that the someone will just fall asleep for 2 hours please and all they do is research everything about parenting obsessively because that's the absolute only thing they can do-). so i have spent a lot. and i mean a lot of time in parenting spaces. i'm part of my local area moms group in all their glory (they're very, uh, special), and i personally know a lot of other parents, and i'm basically immersed in a very interesting and complex culture (marriage and parenting culture). and i have seen my fair share of conplex, not great marital dynamics. and now that i have a kid that's what the majority of my patients talk to me about, so i get to hear a lot about different views and experiences of parenting from a lot of different viewpoints.

so anyways after the batman came out and my husband and i went on a date night to go see it, i ofc got the itch to get back into reading dcu fanfics and comics after not doing it for years since the nu52 (i also saw that they rebirthed tim's original history back, so i forgave dc a tiny bit), so i got myself the dc app so i could re-read all my beloved post-crisis comics. and it was a nice hobby to pick up again because it was very easy to pick up and put down in 20 minute increments and work around, you know, child care. i was devouring all the most popular fics (which 90% are fanon, lbr) while re-reading old storylines, and while the absolute disconnect between fanon and canon was fine for me at first because it's all fiction and i really didn't care that much, i eventually started to personally get a bit...discontent at fanon in general and the fanon drakes, especially janet (but jack too. like it or not, he does have an established characterization!). like. i read the comics!! she wasn't necessarily a great parent by any means, but the five panels she got prior to being fridged for tim to officially become robin basically showed her being physically affectionate, caring, and generally supportive of her son. who was this weird, cold woman who never once held her son and didn't care about his well-being at all?? she was unrecognizable to me. and as i started to make my way through post-crisis, i also became a bit mad at dc for killing her for tim's character and then basically making her a non-entity that barely got mentioned. despite her failings, tim was legit devastated when she died (and he later said he can't let himself drown in his grief for her--he clearly must have loved her so much) and then they did nothing with it. what was their relationship?? who was she?? why was she a generally loving mother yet left with jack?? did she think tim was okay?? what were she and jack constantly arguing about?? why did jack say to tim that his mother wouldn't want them to be so far apart?? did she maybe have some misgivings about traveling, did she not necessarily like being far away from tim?? how does this woman become the mother she does?? what were her intentions?? she deserved to have more character development in my mind! why does this woman basically get flattened into the worst mother ever? i know a lot of imperfect mothers who are in complex marriages and are just trying and not always succeeding. what exactly did that look like to me? how do i marry the two ideas?

another thing that interested me immensely was the idea of a difference in perception from tim and from his parents regarding tim's childhood. obviously, we know tim's pov. but what did his parents think? did janet think everything was going fine?? did they have a rosier picture of tim's childhood than he did? and thus, the first fic was born. me blathering for 27k words trying to showcase janet as a parent who was trying her best, who was semi-isolated by life circumstances, but was simply unable to balance work, kid, marriage and was unintentionally making tim feel abandoned by her, something she never would have wanted if she had realized. and that was going to be it.

and then i got sad about her, because janet as i view her (i like to think a lot of tim's good traits come from her) i think would have done a lot better with a second chance with tim than jack did! like, she, as a mother, might have a very different response to the tragedies and loss of her husband and try to focus more on her son than jack did. she as a widowed mother would also face very different judgments than jack did (society is obsessed with the idea that boys need a father figure--so she'd probably be more likely to let tim hang out with bruce rather than jack fighting their relationship at first because "it's good for him" to have an older man he can look up to) she's more supportive in her appearances, after all, saying that tim could be just like dick when he grows up. i think that she'd find out a lot sooner. and i think her surviving wouldn't have changed any of the big events, and i became obsessed with the idea of "but how would she deal with this canon event vs jack". she is, after all, a different character who deserves her own internal feelings and motivations. the drakes weren't great, but i don't think they're that irredeemably bad. and i think tim would want them redeemed too!

and nobody else was writing the canon-but-with-janet fic in my head that i couldn't stop thinking about, so i figured i'd give it a shot just in case there was one other person who felt the way i did and wanted to see it lmao.

anyways tl;dr a lot of inspiration comes from the fact that i am a mom and have spent way too many hours dissecting parenting in my head and the fact that i know a lot of moms who are very complex, imperfect humans and i just like stories about motherhood and allowing mothers to be nuanced and to redeem themselves.

#scintilly ask tag #hyperanaemia

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Girl, im in the same boat as you. After the pandemic, things are finally starting to pick up pace for me and I began this year busier than ever. My twitter account was starting to collect dust and spiderwebs, and I said ok, perhaps this is it. It may be time for me to find a different hyper fixation or a new hobby. But these bitches saw me walking out the door and pulled me back in. See? Now this is why I got into kpop. It takes so little to make a woman's heart soften, and yet most days I had to sit through the most unhinged and boring drama ever. Listen, I just wanna be entertained, is that too much to ask?

Well, today it looks like my prayers have been answered. I woke up to some delicious baemin content. Loved that they showed us a little bit of the rehearsal, and have you seen how jimin talks to his hyung? I don't know how taeyang deals with the urge to pick him up and take him home. He's so strong and brave 🫡 then we finally got the live jimin has been promising since last year and i cant believe he keeps getting prettier and cuter every time i see him. How can a grown ass man be that cute and lovely? And he keeps talking about how much he's working and all the things he's preparing... honestly I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but really when it comes to jimin i cant help but get excited. And then, jk's weird ass back at it again! which i was especially glad for because I missed his live yesterday AND with the addition of jimin's comments?? he really got me feeling things ngl I was giggling and kicking my feet, I can't say I wouldn't pay them money just to see jimin tie jungkook's hair. I'm just a girl you know...

So yeah, just like that, I missed a good chunk of my morning looking for translations and staring at my phone like a dumbass. Maybe some other day i will find a more productive way to waste my time, but for now it looks like I'll stick around 😮‍💨

Girl!

We're having almost the same experience 👀

In my case, I don't need another hyper fixation or anything. I've had enough of such intensities since 2020, but as you said, mostly it's just witnessing mindless drama and the usual bullshit. And on top of that, in terms of the music and other content, what is there left for now? I've been through almost everything BTS. I'm not gonna write about the same thing until I get grey hair. Which means I'm left with paying attention to the solo projects. And since life's too short for me to spend time writing or watching what people do, especially if I don't care much about them, I'm left with the biases. Jungkook is on a break (those saying he's not getting work because the company doesn't offer him opportunities are simply demented) and the only one left is Jimin. And his solo work is starting to pick up and it's really the only relevant thing right now for me.

The problem is that it's become a habit. Keeping up to date through social media, which means that as much as I try to avoid it, I still have to see things and people against my own will and I'm too far into this thing and in my life in order to pretend that I still want to pay attention and write about it. I mean, lately I've made my position even clearer than it was before because it just doesn't matter at the end of the day. I'm in a speeding train caught on fire and at some point I will have to jump. Because I know what awaits me out there. Instead of reading and debating daily fandom bullshit, I can dedicate more of my time to watching films and pick up my dusty books from the library, knowing that there's no way I can be as disappointed as I feel after 2 hours in bts/fandom spaces. I need that dose in order to remind myself that there are things that bring me joy and I don't have to witness stupid people writing nonsense on twitter.

I also have fun here, with its ups and downs. But there's the risk of becoming repetitive and that's the death of passion. No thank you.

And then there's days like this in which it's fun again, starting with that performance rehearsal and ending it so nicely. I missed it. Like you said, I want to be entertained. That's all. And that includes everything, from frivolous aspects like watching JK eat chicken on a vlive, to a song release, a Fashion Week appearance or putting out a fascinating portfolio.

#bmt asks

[troubadour-malin]

"Slip and fall (in love)" is both a great title and an adorable premise for a meet-cute~ 💕 could you share some of your ideas for it? 😘💋

Aaaah thank you, I'm so glad you like it heheheh

Putting all if this under a cut because I got carried away and it got a bit lengthy oops

So it all starts with : Ollie watched Yuri On Ice once and thought to herself: "How hard can it be?" (very hard I'm afraid). Right from the start, you need to know that Ollie is, in fact, very stupid.

So the main idiot is Ollie. Either short for Oliver redacted or Olivia original character, still thinking about it (but it's most likely gonna be Olivia hehe, I'm feeling the pull to write wlw these days).

That day where everything happens, she's only ever had one ice skating class. She'd decided to practice on her own on an early morning. She thought the rink would be empty, and that she could goof around for a bit and fall flat on her ass in peace. But when she arrives there's already someone there, skating on their own.

That's our second character: Leo! Leo's been figure skating pretty much her entire life, she's done competitions, she's won medals, in short, she's good. She doesn't do competitions anymore though.

When she sees Ollie stepping on the ice with her rental skates and clothes that aren't appropriate at all, she doesn't think much about it. She thinks she's gonna skate for a few more minutes and then leave. She usually comes here to be alone, so no point in staying, right.

So Ollie starts "practicing" and Leo decides to call it a day. She goes over to the entrance thingie and is putting on her skateguards (is that what it's called? The plastic covers you put over the blades so you can safely walk on normal ground).

At the same time, Ollie gets cocky, and wants to try something that clearly is too hard for the level she's at. She picks up speed - too much - and she fails to stop and ! BAM! She slams into poor Leo who didn't see it coming.

They both fall over, ouch. Good for her, Ollie isn't too hurt. Because Leo cushioned her fall. Woops. Ollie profusely apologizes, and leads Leo back to where she left her bags and stuff.

Ollie's training in school to be a nurse, so she patches Leo up. (Classic wlw stuff, is it really a wlw fic if there is no patching up involved?). Anyways, it does NOT go well, Ollie's really nervous, ends up spilling some of that "eosin" red stuff that stains all over both of them, it's BAD. Leo is not having a good time, Ollie isn't either. Not a good start.

Eventually they both leave, not on especially good terms. Leo seemed quite resentful (she wasn't hurt that bad, but still). While she leaves, Ollie swears she's never coming to the rink on this particular day of the week at this particular time so she doesn't have to see Leo ever again and suffer through the shame of it all.

But the thing is. This town, it's not a big one. And ice skating isn't that popular. You can bet all the local skaters know each other. Which means...

Leo needs a job (cause she has another secret hobby that requires money, don't ask me what that hobby is because it is a secret also to me). And how lucky! One of her friend wants to give up teaching one of their classes, maybe Leo could teach it in their place? Great, the director of the ice rink's okay, it's all set up. Leo's gonna start teaching kids. She doesn't like people in general, but kids, they're alright. So it's great right?

You see it coming. She's teaching that class that Ollie signed up for. Aand the classes are non-refundable. Shit.

Aaaaand that's all the outline I got (which is already a lot). After that they obviously don't have a choice but to spend time together, eventually Leo starts to grow fond of Ollie, eventually they fall in love, eventually they kiss.

Tadaaa. No angst, no misunderstandings, no love triangle this is gonna be pure fluff and fun (for me at least) from start to finish (if it ever sees the light, that is :>> )

I'm really excited about that one, I feel like I'm gonna have a blast writing it hehe.

#so' speaks #so' writes #this is probably so much more than what you asked for slklskfld I'M NOT SORRY I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT STORIES #it's funny telling it that way slkds kinda feels like gossip except it's all made up hehe #thanks for the ask friend! really cool to know you're excited about it!!!

[tokkias]

Lucy for the ask thing <3

send me a character . always open

Why I like them because she's my perfect little babygirl?? because she's the kindest, prettiest, softest, most badass woman alive. because she's so full of love and im so full of love for her that my heart is about to explode rn.

Why I don’t my god girl! grow a fucking backbone! stop putting up with the horrible shit people put you through! you don't have to forgive everyone! hold a grudge every once in a while!

Favorite episode/scene all of them. every single one. every time she is on screen i die. dead. killed. deceased. murdered. slaughtered. etc etc. this might be a case of recency bias but i do really love lucy vs. kiria, specifically the gemini x aquarius star dress.

Favorite line again. lots of good ones. i would be hard pressed to pick a single one. but this one makes me laugh. she's so me.

Favorite outfit are you kidding me? that woman has a million different outfits oh my god. i'm going to cheat and give three different answers my favourite "default" outfit is her x791 outfit my favourite stardress is capricorn my favourite other outfit is her gmg team fairy tail a outfit

OTP NALUNALUNALUNALU<33333

Brotp her and levy

Head Canon during her year in crocus she didn't have a lot of work-life balance. she was either working, looking for leads on former fairy tail members or doing nothing. she tried to pick up new hobbies that weren't reading or writing because she was already doing so much of that, but she didn't do much long term. the most significant thing she did was teach herself how to juggle over the course of about a week when she was bored and she got really good at it. no one finds this out about her until years later and natsu and happy are absolutely enthralled by it, they make her show everyone at the guild. she thinks it's silly that they're so excited over it but she's glad she actually gets some use out of it.

Unpopular opinion i like her aquarius x gemini star dress. it's my favourite of the mixes and i like it more than a good chunk of the regular star dresses. i also really like the regular aquarius one too. i literally do not care that they're just bikinis. she's hot. and discourse over if it's oversexualised overlook the fact that it's probably the coolest magic she has????

A wish i want a taurus x aries star dress and i want a big badass moment where she saves everyone and i want a nalu kiss please please please please please.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen sigh. i don't want her to get aquarius' key back. i think it would undo the progress she's made without her.

#mya's mumbles #lucy heartfilia

[jennyandvastraflint]

Very glad you rebloged the ask game, I was hoping you would :D I hope you don't mind that I am sending too many questions. Just pick whichever ones you'd like to answer!

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Your beauty never ever scared me? Answer it now!

(11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

just kidding, I know the answer to this one but feel free to talk about them anyway <3)

20. If you wrote a prequel to Lizard Queen, what would it involve?

22. Who is your favorite character in The Knight and the Dragon and why?

47. If the pirate/mermaid AU (all together or each part on their own) was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

and

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

So I'll be guided towards the next thing to read again ;)

Thank you so much!!

Okay, let's see!

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Your beauty never ever scared me? Answer it now!

I think the inspiration for it in the first place! I technically wanted to write a Beauty and the Beast-inspired story, but halfway through planning I abandoned a lot of these aspects in favour of including a bunch of characters as cameos. (I kept the rose, though it had a different use.) It was very intriguing to explore a human curse (something I've now explored a bit, but always from Jenny's POV, as I realise. I'll shed light on Vastra's POV at some point in a different fic I think)

(11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? Okay we all know I'm extremely partial to my wives XDD I *will* make everything about them (yes ik it's annoying <3 But this is my account heheh), and will include them even in other works for a bit at least. It is 100% because I relate a lot to many aspects of them - the fun of Jenny's horrible parents, queerness, and the isolation they both feel to name some of them - and I'm well-aware of it XD Also my brain chose them as my special interest years agooo.)

20. If you wrote a prequel to Lizard Queen, what would it involve?

Oh, I have two answers for this... Either Vastra getting cursed in the first place and navigating life as a tiny lizard (maybe she meets Strax somehow just because.), OR the story of Jenny's mother and what happened to her. (As a sequel, I'd look at Vastra finding the ruins of her realm.)

22. Who is your favorite character in The Knight and the Dragon and why?

I'm obviously in no way biased because a) I wrote it and b) it has the wives, and since choosing either of them feels like cheating, I'm gonna say... Out of the rest of the cast, Ada? I think. I loved bringing her character to life in a different setting, especially since she's a character I very rarely see anywhere (and she had potentialll!!!) Her story can be adapted beautifully, and I feel like she would flourish with a job or hobby like that, working with herbs and healing. I'm definitely going to include her in Turn Loose the Mermaids btw!

47. If the pirate/mermaid AU (all together or each part on their own) was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

You really went with this one, hu... Okay, I'm thinking leather boots, worn, been through quite a lot, but very solid shoes you can always rely on. They're a pretty inconspicuous brown, a bit broken in parts but fixed up. They go almost up to your knee, hugging your legs very comfortably. They're also padded so they keep you warm in even the darkest winter nights. The laces on the sides have been added later to help the boots stay together, and they have beautiful jewels in different shades of green on the side that shimmer in the sun.

I hope you like this description!! XD

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I have a bunch for this, I think XDD (Especially since archive-locking my fics my kudos have declined a lottt)

The first one would be A Lonely Place, which is a sort of Fantasy AU for the Paternoster Gang! I love how I came to explore pollution and environmental destruction in it, and also how Jenny and Vastra - in this at least - reluctantly grew closer. (Please they are such disasters especially in the beginning)

Then my Turn Loose the Mermaids series in which Jenny's family are a bunch of shitty scammer pirates, and Vastra is a mermaid (and later can shift). The first two parts are out rn, and I hope to write more of it soon-ish (uni is killing me I'm so sorry)

There'd also be my winter rose in which one Silurian goes splash in a river when it's very cold :D I love how that literally was my prompt for writing it...

And last but not least, I want Popcorn to get some more views! It's a Strax-centric fic (I knoooow, there's not much interest in that, but give my boy (gn) some love) set shortly after Demons Run, and it takes a look at Strax dealing with silence and peace after... well, a lifetime spent only in war zones? The Doctor gives him a way to cope with that, but it escalates a little. It was I think my first full Strax-POV fic, and he honestly has such a unique and intriguing view (which I wish Big Finish would explore instead of once again reducting Strax to comedic relief like the show already did :/)

Yeah, I think that's about it for now? I can't think of more specifically for this, but I'm leaving you a few more recommendations I think you might like! Rapid Fireee

you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be

The Case of the Egg Thief

Sick fics for Jenny being sick (watch you sleep.), and Vastra being sick (Sleepy little darling, snuggle in tight) respectively!

Meeting Torchwood Paternosters meet vicious, sadistic Torchwood sapphics from Victorian England!

Right, I'll end this here now (it may have taken me almost the entire lecture btw to write this while paying attention as well) and I hope you are satistifed with all these answersss

#ask game #doctor who #madame vastra #jenny flint #jenny and vastra #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[justagalwhowrites]

No pressure if you don’t want to share, but I’m so curious what you do for a living and/or what your educational background is. I’m so impressed with your storytelling skills that I feel like it cannot be accidental. I have a fair amount of experience as a reader/writer (though not professional) and have a college level writing/English degree and again I’m just so impressed. I wish I had the patience like some to bullet out specifics within a chapter but it’s like moment to moment you just don’t miss.

The exchange with Tommy and Joel in this chapter was superb. The way you write sometimes there isn’t much explanation needed, you do a beautiful job of showing vs telling. You let details unfold in such a subtle but very intentional way. I never feel like, “Oh, here’s the exposition”.

Beskar Doll and Lavender have been two of my absolute favorites and truthfully the initial plot around Yearling didn’t interest me but I trusted you based on the others. It’s becoming my favorite of the three. Like I don’t even care if it gets smutty (and… I usually want that), the story and character development are enough.

Anyway none of this to say skip the smut 😂 But please you how talented you are, especially considering your writing speed. You’re cranking shit out fast and nothing ever feels rushed or unintentional❤️

OMG Hi Bestie!

I totally don't mind sharing! I work in communications now (I write a lot of emails and blog posts, the occasional journal article, etc.) but I was a journalist for a decade before I sold my soul to the PR gods. I have a degree in journalism so my background is definitely all writing! And I have always done creative writing for fun. My mom went through boxes of my elementary school stuff like a year or two ago and found a little novella I wrote when I was like seven lol. I started writing my first novel (it's very bad though I did finish it) when I was 11 and writing novels has been my primary hobby ever since, really. When I got into fan fic earlier this year, I just kind of picked up what I do in novel planning and whatnot and plopped it into the fic space. It means so much that you think it's high quality work! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it!

And OMG this is so exciting about Yearling lol. Yearling has made me so nervous from the start? It was a story I really wanted to tell - trauma, recovery, finding home and family, forgiveness, growth - but it was the first fic I started writing that I thought people might be reading from the beginning and I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Every other fic I started writing thinking no one would read it so the stakes were INCREDIBLY low lol it was just for me! It's a little different now because so many kind, wonderful people have read these stories. Yearling is obviously a slow burn, which I know isn't what people always go for, and there's a LOT of plot - again, not always what draws people into fic! - so I'm thrilled that people have connected with it. I'm extra happy that you're a convert to it!! That made my day, for real!

Don't worry, smut is coming soon in Yearling lol! Smut is never the point in my fics, more just sprinkled in for spice (not that there's anything wrong with PWP!! I love that! I'm just AWFUL at writing it) but I love having it. I may not be as explicit when I write books but I find stories for and about adults unrealistic if it doesn't include sex or romance as some kind of driver (unless the characters are aro/ace) so it's a safe bet you'll find smut in my work! Also love that you think I'm writing fast lol I feel like I'm going so slow compared to Lavender but I really needed to have better balance between life and fic writing this time. While it's not written yet, I do have the whole fic story mapped so there's a plan for every major plot point. It's definitely intentional! I hope it keeps coming off that way and that you keep enjoying it!

Thank you so so so much for reaching out and for spending your time reading these fics. I loved reading your thoughts!! Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #yearling #lavender #beskar doll

[dreaminghour]

9, 10 & 11 for the ask game 😊

thank you so much for the ask, nasti <3

from "cool asks for fic writers"

9. Do you ever have plans to write anything other than fic?

i used to mostly only write original fic, for a long time my fanfic writing was only occasional. the last novel i was working on i started in 2013 and i've basically taken a hiatus from working on that. i'd basically stopped writing when i got super depressed in 2018 anyway. i went to finish my degree and picked up fanfic again in summer 2020.

i love the lack of pressure of monetization for fanfic. i was so stressed about querying and marketability when i was writing original works before. it was so hard to just keep my eyes on my plate. i'm really glad i leapt into this hobby with both feet.

i sometimes think about posting original works on ao3 but i'm not sure about it.

10. What inspires you the most?

i already answered this one, but i'll expand on my second point which is getting inspo from others' fanworks

sometimes when i'm new to a trope or a pairing or a show, i feel like i need something to build on.

it's a combo of needing to know what the water is like while also finding out if i want to pour a volatile compound into the mix. sometimes seeing people on the same wavelength is super affirming and sometimes i just want to sow chaos >:3

but it's also like... i want to be influenced by others, i want to get into the pool and splash around with some strangers, does that make sense?

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

hmm... probably dragon porn. i'm really into the idea of Qui-Gon fucking a dragon right now.

sorry this got so long!

#dreamy does asks #ask game #obiwaned #(formerly known as) #coldwaughtered #writing stuff #brief mention of #quiani #cool asks for fic writers

[12romy]

Ahh I love Arthur and Fabian together bxnwjywn is it too much to ask if you could write how they got together? 🙈

Eheh it's absolutely okay to ask, I really enjoy rarepairs x)

Thanks for the prompt, enjoy!

Arthur would probably have to thank his brother, at some point, because he was only getting this date with a hot guy because of him. Well. Date was a bit of a stretch. Arthur was meeting Fabian over a drink for a "strategy meeting" because their brothers were blind idiots.

Sebastian and Charles were obviously in love, so much that it was frankly embarassing to watch them danse around each other without making a move. And both Arthur and Fabian were tired of watching them, so they had decided to do something about it. Thus the strategy meeting that Arthur definitely had to stop calling a date in his head.

He still dressed as if it were a date, picking his best looking shirt and the tight jeans that made his ass look great. He hummed to himself a catchy tune as he tried to tame an unruly curl of hair and went as far as checking his supplies of condoms and lube before remembering again that no, it was still not a date.

He was ten minutes too early at the bar and would've be doomed to wait like an idiot if Fabian didn't show up barely a minute after him. He waved at him and the man approached with a smile.

"You're early," Fabian said.

"Didn't want to be late," Arthur replied with a charming smile. "Besides, you're early too."

"Guilty," Fabian winked and finally sat down. They both ordered a beer and Arthur was almost surprised with how well they were getting along. No weird silences or struggle to find a conversation subject. They started by talking about racing, but the discussion quickly evolved on their hobbies and much personal matters. Arthur was having the time of his life.

Not only did they get along, but he could also feel the way Fabian looked at him, sometimes, a hot gaze that made him think that maybe it was a date after all.

After three whole hours, Arthur realised they hadn't even talked about their idiot brothers yet.

"Well, I think you're much more interesting than them," Fabian replied when Arthur told him.

"Are you flirting with me?" Arthur joked, and realised it was very much not a joke when Fabian hooked his foot around his ankle, under the table.

"What if I am?" he asked, leaning over the table to murmur it to Arthur. Arthur blushed, clearly not prepared for this situation despite daydreaming about it.

"Well... I guess I was not being delusional when I hoped it would be a date," Arthur mumbled, embarrassed.

"You were not," Fabian smirked. "I was hoping the same."

"Wanna get out of here?" Arthur blurted out.

"What about our strategy to get Charles and Seb to realise they're in love?" Fabian teased.

"Ugh, too bad for them, they'll have to do without our help. I'm sure they'll figure it out," Arthur grinned. He got up, paid for their drinks, and grabbed Fabian's hand to pull him out of the bar.

He was very, very glad he checked his condom supplies before this.

Send prompts!!

#f1rpf #fanfiction #fabian vettel #arthur leclerc #prompt answered

[dazzle-writes]

Thank you!! I'd love a stranger things matchup <3

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her, I'm 20.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love getting all dressed up.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films of all kinds.

I'll be okay with whatever you want, headcanons or otherwise!! Can it be please angst with a fluff ending? I'd also like the nsfw if you're okay with it!

Thank you very much!! I love your energy, it's adorable!! hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

UWAAA!! I'm so glad you like my energy!!! I am really excited to write this!!

I was originally going to match you up with Eddie but....honestly I could see you two as being related or siblings more than anything!! Straight up twins!

I DEFINITELY match you up with Steve!

Steve is a fellow romantic, so I can totally see you two constantly out-doing each other in big romantic gestures!!!

However, you both met in high school, when Steve was still very much so a Huge Asshole, and occasionally picked on you.

You often huddled in the library, pouring over books and mystery novels like you couldn't breathe without them. You often hid out there instead of in the noisy lunchroom, eagerly reading or even writing your own poetry. You had a small notebook, filled with your favorite poems and small verses you had written, doodles and even notes from your friends. It meant a lot to you, and you carried it with you everywhere.

The perfect target to really get under your skin.

It was Nancy who finally got them to stop, Steve and his little gang having been tossing your notebook back and forth, ripping a page from it each time and tossing them onto the ground.

"Hey, C'mon, give it back! It means a lot to me!!" You said, trying to jump and catch the notebook. Steve and Tommy just laughed and snickered at you, before Steve cracked open the book.

"And to my great love, the daydreams of my mind, I promise thee space in my thoughts forevermore." Steve read out a tiny verse you had written, mockingly waving his hand in the air. "Seriously, what is this shit! You think you're some kind of Hemingway?"

You groaned and picked up the abandoned pages, wincing as he ripped that one out too. He crumpled it up in his hand, and you fought very hard to hide the tears building in your eyes as he continued to destroy your journal.

"You know, you're a special kind of asshole to do this, Harrington!" You said, jumping for the notebook again. Steve tossed it over to Tommy, but it was quickly intercepted by Nancy who had a bitter look on her face. She began chewing Steve out as you took your notebook and ran, unable to find the page with your own poem on it.

You quickly switched to the art room when Steve learned you frequented the library, indulging yourself in painting and sketching instead. You soon found peace with that hobby, letting yourself have a little break from your notebook. This little hobby stuck with you while you graduated and got you through a horrendous job waitressing at a local diner.

Finally, you landed a gig at Scoops Ahoy. Your coworker Robin was a dream to be with, she got your style and your humor. She even convinced you to start a new journal, so you pasted all the old pages from the first one inside, and began writing again. You worst nightmare came true one day, when you saw Steve Harrington walk through the door instead of Robin.

You had half a mind to quit right then and there, and the other half to chew him out for every tease and torture you went through with school.

"You son of a bitch!" You said, the second option having won out. You threateningly waved your scoop in his face, as if you were a lion tamer in a circus. Steve raised his arms in surrender, backing up away from you.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you wave that thing! Easy, Y/N!!!" He said, as you chased him around the tiny ice cream scoop.

"I'll wave this wherever I damn well want! You deserve worse for the number of times you made school living hell!!!" You screamed. He yelped as you swung at him, jumping on top of a freezer and waving his arms out to you.

"Okay, I do! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Y/N!!" Steve said, flinching as you wielded your mighty ice cream scoop.

"Yeah you better be-What? What did you say?" You asked, staring at him incredulously. You both were breathing heavy, adrenaline and anger flooding your veins. Steve merely gulped and slid off the freezer, still holding his hands out to you.

"I.....I said I'm sorry. I can't make up for high school, I know. I was an asshole." He said, before he scratched the back of his head. "If I could take back all the things I said and did I would."

You stared at him, surprised to see this level of maturity from someone who used to laugh when Tommy called you "Edgar Allen's Hoe". You looked him up and down, before finally easing your stance.

"Your girlfriend finally teach you to play nice?" You sneered, putting your scoop back into your apron pocket. The tension between you two was thicker than steel. Steve just snorted at your comment and shook his head.

"Ex. She left me because I was an asshole."

You found it hard to feel bad for him when he said that. You huffed through your nose and crossed your arms. He just sighed before rooting around in his pocket. "I actually begged Robin to switch shifts with me today, because I wanted to give this back to you..."

He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, not meeting your eyes. You gingerly took the paper and opened it up, gasping as you saw the page of your notebook you never found.

"You.....You kept it all this time?" You said, reading the tiny verse you had written over and over again. Steve nodded and chuckled.

"I thought what you wrote was...pretty." He said, turning away to hide his pink face. "Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd like to start over? And maybe be friends?"

He stuck his hand out to you, still giving you the space to say no if you wished. You decided to give him a chance, seeing as he had returned that final piece of your notebooks puzzle to you.

"Fine. But I won't hesitate to shove this ice cream scoop up your ass if you test me again, Harrington!!"

He smiled with relief, and you two shook hands to honor the deal. You quickly grew into a routine with him as your coworker and friend, often times the three of you Scoops Ahoy employees grabbing dinner after work together. Steve quickly wormed his way into your life, and your wriggled your way into his. Carpooling when you had shared shifts. Hanging out at the library to try and help him figure out what he wanted to do with his future. Occasionally babysitting his gaggle of middle school friends with him. Overall, it was rather nice seeing him so domesticated and grown up.

Some days you really regretted saying yes. Like right now, when you were screaming bloody murder as you tried to escape from Russian clutches. He tugged you behind him as you separated from the rest of the group, and you dove for a utility closet, tucking yourself against each other. You both flinched, grabbing onto each other as guards ran past, muttering to each other in Russian. Steve began to gently pat the top of your head, trying to calm you down. He whispered into your ear as quietly as he could that he was so sorry that you got pulled into this mess.

"Hey, when we make it out of here, I'm gonna take you to that bookstore down the street and you can pick out whatever you want, okay?" He said, pressing his forehead to yours, and gently stroking your cheek. "And....And I'm also going to ask you out properly, because I've begun to really like you. I like the way you talk about things. And I like the way you sketch on napkins at work when you are bored. I like your hair and your eyes. I like the way you describe things when you write poems in your notebook. I like you."

You both flinched again as you heard a loud bang, but stayed hidden in that closet.

"So, when we get out of this, what do you say?" He asked, staring at you again.

You figured the kiss you gave him was answer enough.

(NSFW below!! Done more headcannon-esque)

Escaping the Russian lab was easy. Keeping Steves hands off of you while you two were together? That was a task no man could handle.

He never pushed your boundaries; he always knew just when to kiss you and just how to slide his hand down your back to make you weak in the knees. For as much as a loveable goofball he was on the outside, Steve was an utter devil with you in bed.

He would eat you out until you couldn't remember your own name. Sometimes he would make you pick a poem so he could mutter it to you in between your thighs, his lips constantly grazing over your clit. He was eager to please you, so much so that he often forgot to do anything for himself.

Fav position is def missionary. He just can't help but want to see your face and kiss it over and over! He just cant help but want to please you again and again and again.

Lord if you call him a good boy? Get a wheelchair.

Sometimes you have a deep urge to walk up to Nancy and ask her why the hell she left Steve. He tells you that he wasn't always this good, especially when the two of them were together.

Listen, he has such a breeding kink but he does not want any mini-hims or mini-yous until he has two rings on your finger and a roof over your head, so he is a condom KING.

never unprepared to fuck. NEVER.

His only thing is he doesn't like doing it when he's drunk because he gets pussydrunk on you so easily and doesn't have the willpower to control himself anymore and can easily overstimulate you.

AAHHHHHH!!! I hoped you like!! Its been forever since I've watched stranger things so I was scrounging tik tok for edits to get a good image of him in my head, I hope you enjoy!!!

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #matchups #razz writes