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thescrapwitch · 6 hours

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4, 14 and 27 for the fic writer asks!

asks from here

Thank you!

4. A story idea I haven’t written yet:

I'm sure no one will be surprised to learn that I have, like, a million ideas in my head that have yet to be written, so I can answer this one more than once :)

Bright Hearts of Numenor, also known as I will find a way to write a found family AU-fic set during the fall of Numenor featuring: a "reborn" (aka Sauron necromancy) child Celebrimbor who has no memories of his previous life, Tar-Miriel doing her best to navigate the viper nest the court has become, best dad Elendil finding himself the leader of a rebellion, Anarion deciding that Celebrimbor is perfect little brother material, and Isildur, who would love to take a fucking nap but his family keeps getting into danger and this magic sword he found named Anglachel will not shut up.

This will probably be another series, so I absolutely need to finish a lot more of my one-shots/multi-chapter fics before I commit to it. I don't like having too many long projects on the go at the same time (it stresses me out), but once I start I have some fun PLANS for these characters. Plus, it will be my first time writing a Numenor focused fic, so that'll be a fun challenge!

14. Where do I get my inspiration:

Lots of places! Daydreaming mostly, I like to listen to music as I walk and just let my brain run wild with possibilities. Throw the characters into "what ifs" and see what my brain does.

I find interacting with other people in the fandom give me some great ideas too. The Maglor is an Eldritch Horror series never would have gone past the first fic if one person hadn't asked if an overprotective, spooky Maglor meant that Celebrian might live. That sent my mind dreaming up what could happen, which lead to Lindir, which lead to almost 90k more words.

27. My favorite part of the writing process:

There's a moment I find when the fic starts to click. I'll be writing - and it takes me a bit to start, a lot of circling around the fic and writing nonsense lists in my notebook and trying to get comfortable - and finally I'll just sink into it. That doesn't mean that the words will always come easily, but I'll want to fight to get them out. I just sort of drop into whatever I'm writing and want to see it through to the end (or at least to the end of the scene). Its such a great feeling, watching the fic start to build, watching the sentences assemble into something you're proud of, fighting and then getting just the right line to end a fic on. Its so much fun and makes all the hard parts worth it.

#thank you again for the asks!#my writing #silmarillion

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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

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thebaratie · 7 months

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I was just mindlessly scrolling, but I followed you purely because that one Luffy post had so much chaotic good energy that I had to follow you for more content of the silly little guy.

TYSM! here's a little captain for your passage!

#sea mail #plusultrayokai #this is SO late but thank you so much again! being able to go peek at this ask in my inbox was such a treat!#also i wanted to draw a doodle for it.. hope he holds up!#sailors log

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originalartblog · 7 months

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Question, is there tiny soukoku corruption??????

With big Chuuya around I don't think Tiny would ever need to use Corruption. His tiny gravity manipulation isn't as strong.

But you got it in my head so let's picture it: there is this 3cm-tall dude that faintly glows red and throws deadly baseballs around. He's fast, dangerous, and, again, 3cm tall. Good luck catching, or even spotting him.

It's Chuuya who ends up having to catch him and throw him at Dazai like a ping pong ball so Dazai can nullify him. Or maybe throw Tinyzai at him. Your pick.

and then Tiny rolls over and starts snoring the hurt away because he's Chuuya and he's just built different.

tiny snore

#you made me think about it and therefore i'm making it everyone's problem #bonus for maximum hurt/comfort:#imagine both chuuyas ended up using corruption here and since the dazais (and/or anyone else there) can't catch tiniya-#-chuuya ends up getting back up and going after him like described above before passing out #thank you for coming to my ted talk #once again thank you remi for the brainstorm <3 #tiny skk adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #nawy's doodles #ask answered

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butraura · 1 month

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It’s the way that when Buck told Eddie that he and Natalia broke up, Eddie said, “welcome back to the world of the living, Buck; you were missed.” It’s the way that at the graveyard, Eddie said, “to be honest, you haven’t been the same since [the lightning strike] happened… but how could you be?” It’s the way that, to Eddie, Buck died for 3 minutes and 17 seconds, but he never came back to life. It’s the way that when Buck said he broke up with Natalia because all she wanted to talk about was death, Eddie saw the light in Buck that he hadn’t seen since before he was struck. It’s the way he missed the Buck he was before he died, but didn’t push him. The way he said, “you don’t have to be anything for anybody,” when Buck said he felt that he had to try to be the “same old” guy he was before the lightning. The way that even though Eddie did miss the old Buck, and he did want to be there for him, he gave him the space he needed to heal, even if it meant healing with Natalia. It’s the way that, when Buck told him that he broke up with Natalia, he raised an eyebrow and immediately welcomed him back. In that moment, Buck was alive again and Eddie had him back. It's the way he loved Buck back to life. It’s the way Eddie loves him to his core.

#I'm not okay actually #thank you for asking #eddie is so in love with Buck it's unreal #buck is alive and eddie can breathe again #he missed his best guy #the love of his life #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 #buddie #spoilers #7x01 #rambling

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temeyes · 2 months

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sobbing I LOVE YOUR STYLE One moment it's all serious then we just have it to sweet litol big-eyed babies 😭

I shall ask if i can feast on your art 🥺

oh yes you may feast- doODLEBOB GHOST PUT THE PEWPEW DOWN!!!

#sorry. he's a little jumpy today (he's lacking sleep)#thank you bestie for loving my art!! hehe <3 <3 #also im gonna nap again. i'm still very sleepy (it's 12PM on a Sunday and it's TOO HOT TO DRAW)#answered asks #sweetsweetsaturn #call of duty #2024 #ghost cod #soap cod #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #simon riley #simon ghost riley

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rayjeff · 2 months

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hello !!! i wanted to just say that i love the way you draw alastor so so much hes so round and i wanna squish him AUGH

his redesign as well !!! its such an interesting design !!! i do wonder what was the thought process behind some of aspects like the turtleneck and stuff?(if any, i know sometimes changes r done like . because Looks Cool

and of course the rest of your art looks so cool !! like the dca and your sonic drawings OUGRH

THANK YOU THANK YOU!! <33

to be 100% honest

The thought process was "how can i draw this man in a different way and still keep him hot classy and appealing??"

some main things i changed a lil:

Turtleneck - i always thought that turtlenecks looked elegant! Alastor in his oryginal design has covered neck and I wanted to keep this aspect and give it more class (I think he would like it :] It's simple and imo suits him, makes him look wiser and more confident)

Glasses - I got inspired by his human redesigns! I like to think that his eyesight isn't perfect and he would use these glasses for reading or something. He looks like someone with fucked up vision lol

Hair - i believe in hot man with long fluffy hair supremacy, don't judge me asghdasd

Ace ring - I own one! :D Thought it would be nice to have a more subtle portrayal of his sexuality :>

Tail - tail.

Shoes - i remember seeing similar shoes in the past, they look silly

"Claws" - deer with claws??? how cool is that

and yes you're right, some changes were made because they looked silly =v=

#thank you again!! Stay safe and hydrated! :]#my asks #hazbin hotel #quick sketches #alastor

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thescrapwitch · 9 months

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For the fanfic ask game:

1, 4, 7

Thank you for the ask! :)

1 What is your most popular fic?

Sorting by kudos, that would be Rescue Mission, my LU fic where Aryll mistakenly believes that the Chain has kidnapped her big brother and so, with the help of her seagull bffs, sets out to rescue him. Very fluffy, very funny. It was actually my first attempt at writing a more humor-focused story and I’m really glad that so many people like it!

4 Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

One-shots! As fun as multi-chapters can be - and as much as I love throwing in a good cliffhanger and watching people in my comments scream - there is something very satisfying about just writing and posting a fic and having it complete. All done. No worries or stress about not updating it fast enough or struggling to figure out how to write what happens next.

7 What’s a troupe you love to write?

Found family! It's my favorite. I love writing family/group dynamics, having different personalities grow to care and love one another. (see my entire Eldritch!Maglor series for the best example of this)

#thank you again for the asks!#my fic #silmarillion #linkeduniverse

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hedgehog-moss · 5 months

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HELLO! We do not know each other but tumblr listed you in my “in your vicinity” or whatever and I was bored and your top post featured a NOODLE-LEGGED VOID-BEAST on an icy road.

So I drew them

Have an excellent day!

That's such a cool gift, thank you so much!! Noodle-legged void beast is right. And I haven't even trimmed his leg hair to prevent icicles yet, which will make his shape even sillier believe it or not.

You've inspired me to make a collage! using only photos taken in the past week (minus one from last year, I had a gap to fill). Here it is:

The title is "The Shape of Pandolf."

#ask #thank you again for the artwork! <3

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parablesystem · 2 years

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3. How connected do you feel to your source? - 6. Do you have any sourcemates in your system? - 17. Does this universe differ at all from the one in your exomemories/source? - 22. What activities/things remind you of your source? - For Min ❤️

!! Thank you for the questions!!!!!

3. How connected do you feel to your source?

At the moment quite a bit, but that could change in the future, considering I haven't been here very long, and we're still kind of obsessing over my source for now.

6. Do you have any sourcemates in your system?

I do! River, Sid, and Catherine! I don't think I'm really friends with them. But they're here, and I'm happy about that.

17. Does this universe differ at all from the one in your exomemories/source?

I don't think so, other than that some things that happened in my source didn't happen here, obviously.

22. What activities/things remind you of your source?

Spy media, obviously, because it's a spy series. Also, bikes/cycling, a little bit. Maybe that'll be my hobby. I'll actually ride our bike once in a while.

- Min

#min #ask response #thank you again for the asks!

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