#also if ive managed to tag someone who has no idea who i am please ignore me lol

[shadesofdeviant]

For the fanfic asks … all of them? 😁

HAHAHA Ginger! I mean...you said you'd ask for all of them XD So...I guess I'll answer them all XD.

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

A variety of ways, sometimes I get inspired to write an AU based on an episode of a show, or a novel etc. Or sometimes my brain just pops ideas into my head.

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I am very much a plotter. It's also why I don't often get much written because I need SO much to be planned before I can write.

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

Fluff, 5+1, Domestic Slice of Life, AU's - I am an absolute sucker for AU's.

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

As much of a problematic person as they were, Anne Rice's first 3 vampire chronicles books were the books that got me thinking...oh I really wanna do this kind of thing. J R R Tolkien's descriptions very much shaped my own (i used to write horrifically long paragraphs). Neil Gaiman inspired my shorter style, quirky dialogue with inside jokes aimed at the reader.

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

My favourite fic is a toss up between "Your Arms Are Like Corset Strings" (9-1-1, Buddie) and "Rainbow Coloured Monstrosity" (9-1-1: Lone Star, Tarlos).

The rest I'm gonna put under a cut haha or this post is gonna get SUPER long.

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

When I work it out I'll tell you haha. I don't think I've ever managed beyond just pushing through and hate-smashing at the keyboard, or just waiting for the inspiration to come back by itself.

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Honestly as cliche as it might sound, all comments I get are my favourites. I couldn't pick any specific ones, I enjoy comments so much.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I use a lot of notebooks, I also get really sad and make powerpoint presentations of planning. Then I either listen to music, or put on some series that Ive seen enough times that it can be background noise.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

I HC a few things for different people but they're not exactly huge things, but have a few examples. I headcanon that Alec Hardy is a huge fantasy novel fan. I headcanon that Eddie Diaz has chronic pain in his shoulders. I headcanon that Aziraphale hates the scent of pine.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

I'm writing a huge multi-part reincarnated soulmates AU, in which the soulmates meet each other throughout history and have different names etc. and it's...taking me soooo long. And honestly it's just because it so long and has so many historical points I need to research hahaha.

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

I'm...not sure tbh. Theres a lot of genre's/tropes I don't like or I'm not comfortable with so won't ever touch. But the ones I do like, I've attempted or I am in the process of attempting.

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

Just go for it. Find something you really, really want to see written and write it, because at the end of the day you write for yourself first and foremost. If you try to write to please everyone you'll stress yourself out too much.

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

Bad feedback is never warranted. I do not write for profit so therefore do not need amazon style reviews. Nor do I ask for constructive criticism. I appreciate if someone wants to tell me they like what I wrote though.

🥑What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on a bunch of things: Doctor Who x Good Omens crossover - The events of "The Giggle" with Crowley tagging along. Broadchurch Whump - 2 entries, poor Alec is getting tormented. Broadchurch x Good Omens x Rab C Nesbitt crossover - Alec, Crowley and Davina are identical triplets. Shenanigans ensue. Buddie birthday gift for someone dear to me. Buddie soulmates AU.

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

I finish writing it haha. I let it come to a natural stopping point and then try not to over think it.

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

My reincarnated soulmates AU. I've changed so many historical points and condensed some and completely scrapped a whole half of it haha.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

Powerpoints. Powerpoints and mind maps haha. If I'm going AU I will plan it like I'm Tolkien creating middle earth haha XD.

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

I don't. My brain goes brrr and tries to plan all of them at once to the point I can't work on ANY of them haha.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

I have been writing on and off since I was 13, and I used to write entirely for the audience and it stressed me out. Whilst I enjoy audience responses and like to receive comments confirming that they enjoyed what I wrote, if I don't like it, I won't post it, but if I enjoyed what I wrote I will love it regardless.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Fanfic writer asks #ask game #Thanks for this! haha #These took me so long to write as well

[missmorosis]

sweeter than you

part of my weeklong shopping spree! (one 500+ word drabble a day!!)

request from anons! <33

pairing: guard/masked man!oikawa x princess!reader genre: fluff to angst i believe!!, royal au,  w/c: 1.1k warnings: none!! a/n: OKAY I HAD NO IDEA WHAT A HISTORICAL AU WAS SO I WENT WITH A ROYAL ONE BAHDHDHD- also UUHHH ive never written for anything other than the canon era so BDBFJFJ HERE WE GOOOOOO

Princess Y/N L/N.

All the kingdoms knew your name. The one who was full of beauty. Full of grace.

All the men wanted you near them, likely for the power, which was why you held masquerade balls.

There was only one rule: you had to be royalty to enter the ball, just to ensure both safety and the pure, royalty bloodline that your father pressured on you so hard.

You couldn't say you loved these balls, despite holding them so often. You did, however, keep holding them so that you wouldn't judge others by power like everyone did to you. If you didn't know who these men were, you wouldn't be able to judge them based off of social class. Simple.

If only it were the same for you. You were required to keep a mask off at all times, because these balls were for you to find a new king, whom you were to marry. How would they approach you if they didn't know who you were, after all? Men had been coming and chatting with you all night, and not one of them appealed to you.

And great: another approached you.

The man in front of you certainly didn't seem bad... not that you could tell with his mask hiding most of his face. He said a quick hello, and his voice sounded like you heard it before. The one downside was that you couldn't necessarily see who you were talking to. Maybe he had approached you earlier?

"Miss Y/N, correct?" A small bow, polite, but powerful.

"Why yes, I'm charmed to meet you." A quick curtsy, as graceful as can be. "You here to find love?"

"Here for a chance to make my future brighter, so that would be a yes," he said inevitably. Of course he was: everybody was.

They were all looking for you, of course. Your hand in marriage was insanely important, but also insanely hard to get... especially because you already had your eyes on someone who was deemed "off-limits." By off limits, you meant that the one that has somehow captured your heart was merely a guard, and you needed someone of royal status.

Oikawa Tooru, the royal guard, had somehow managed to charm his way into your heart. The heart that so many were after.

Which reminded you...

"I must ask... are you of royal blood?" While it was a requirement to enter the ball, you had to make sure. You took a small sip of whatever drink was in your cup. It was likely a delightful punch: one of your favorites.

"Let's say I am not, what would then happen?" the man pressed.

You pondered for a moment, "Well then, all hopes of a chance at a future together would be crushed, I suppose." Another small sip, but this time, you hid a smile behind it.

"Well then, I am of royal blood." You bit your lip. Maybe this one had a chance? You weren't sure what it was, but he was special. With that thought, you chose to offer him a drink.

"Would you like... some punch?"

"I would be more than honored," he bowed once more. You smiled, pleased with how this was turning out, as you poured him a glass of the blood-red drink. "I could never be loved by anyone sweeter than you, princess."

The term "princess" had never been told to you so endearingly before, but you couldn't say it didn't make your heart skip. You felt your cheeks turn rosy; if it weren't for your mask, all of the guests around the ball would have seen you flustered beyond belief. The man in front of you seemed to notice: his eyes gleamed playfully.

Why was he different than the others? Why were you blushing? you asked yourself. Something about his aura was humble but arrogant, powerful and charming. It drew you in.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that," you replied with a polite giggle, to which the stranger promptly kissed your knuckles on your left hand, aiming for the fourth finger from the right.

Where the wedding ring would traditionally go, you noted. You couldn't tell if that was intentional or not, but the gesture itself was touching enough. You also didn't know why your brain shifted to marriage.

"I assure you, I do," he whispered. You caught a glimpse of the sweet smirk on the other side of the mask this mysterious stranger was hiding behind.

His dark brown eyes bore into yours; the amethysts decorating his mask sparkled in your view, begging for the spotlight, but the real gem was his soft, comforting gaze.

A soft, comforting, and... familiar gaze.

"Do... do I know you?" You knew that you knew him... from somewhere. A wave of deja vu washed over you, but you couldn't quite place a finger on where you recognized him from.

"Miss-" His voice suddenly broke character as he switched from playful to desperate. He could no longer keep up the act.

Your fingers slowly reached for his mask, ready to pull it off, and it finally clicked. Cursing at yourself from falling too deep without noticing his true identity sooner, you didn't even need to take off the mask to know exactly who it was.

"...Tooru?" Your heart sank. "From the royal guard?"

You remember him now: the sweet, charming guard who was always by your side. The one who didn't let you out of their sight. The one who never failed to make you laugh, and the one who happened to be standing in front of you, posed as royalty.

The one who you named "the person who captured your heart."

"I'm so sorry-" He froze, not even knowing what to say now that he wasn't hiding in the safety of anonymity any longer. "I- I must go."

"Wait-" you reached for his wrist, making him pause momentarily.

"I could never belong to anyone sweeter than you, Miss Y/N," he pulled away from your grasp, your fingers grazing st the fingertips for just a second longer before he let go. "But alas, I am nothing but a guard."

As the eldest child, your responsibility was to marry royalty, and while the ever-so-charming Oikawa was right there for you, it was true that he wasn't royalty. You knew of this, of course, and you would eagerly get rid of this rule if it weren't for the consequences that came with it.

Oh, the sacrifices for love.

"Good bye," he whispered, before disappearing into the night, and never seen again.

tags!! @floralkawa @ray-ofmoonlight @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner @idontlikeyourjob @sushijimawakatoshi @bokutsumie @felixsamour @kozu-zumi @tsumushima @jesssobs @nachotrash @tsukkisberry @crystal-lilac @hannas16 @cherriesradio​

#hqcorenet #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu royal au #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa tooru x y/n #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #oikawa tooru angst #oikawa tooru fanfiction #haikyuu x you

[toruvi]

LEY HONEY!!! I’ve been putting off sending something for some hours now cause every time I think of something, I see someone else asked it or mentioned it and my questions are answered aisknfjd BUT NEVERTHELESS I HAVE SOME THINGS I WANNA SAY

1. I wanna thank you for making this sugar daddy Levi as he now just haunts my mind 24/7 alongside Liv’s percolate Levi and have combined together when I think about my fwb who reminds me so much of Levi to begin with?? like this is all my stupid little mind can think about and both of you spoon feed it repeatedly and it doesn’t help that this little fwb of mine decided he wanted to give a relationship a try because it’s me ?? LIKE SOME OF THE THINGS HE SAYS I SAEAR IVE READ THEM IN BOTH OF YALLS FICS AND I CANT HELP BIT THINK “does he read them too? or does he listen to me so well when I talk to him about these fics because he actually cares??” OTS UNHEALTHY HOW MY THOUGHTS ARE JUMBLED UP AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE OF THIS (sorry for this little rant, I had to get it out)

2. Now for the good part, HOLY SHIT LEy the TALKING OF THE TOYS ??? If you do one of those where he has full control of it and they’re somewhere like say the event that he was going to ask her to join him to (was it a ball of sorts?? I already forgot!!) but I’m just thinking of them doing this there and him watching her lose her mind while she’s trying to manage a conversation with maybe Erwin or even Hange or just anyone!! and he’s watching from afar until she just excuses herself and he follows in pursuit and when he catches up to her tells her something like, “who said you could just leave when I’m having fun?” (IDK MY MIND ISNT GREAT AT THINKINN OF LEVI THIS WAY BUT I CANT STOP THEM)

3. If it is someone else who said hello upon answering the phone call, i won’t hate you and I’m sure none of us will (it’s your story, you do with what you will!!) BUT OMG THE AGONY ILNGOING TO FEEL !!! unless it is Levi and he said it in a question because they haven’t talked in like a week and she’s suddenly calling so he’s confused and worried ??! (I know my comment on ao3 showed a different perspective on this but I’ve had time to think okay??!) if I knew how to hack your computer, I would just so I could see what you have planned out next for these idiots!! I JUST NEED LEVI TO GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER AND KISS HER OR FOR HER TO JUST SUDDENLY KISS HIM AND WHEN SHES ANOUT TO LULL AWAH FOR JIM TO GRAB HER AND KEEP IT GOING !!!!

4. I forgot what else I wanted to say/had in mind so uh, I’ll leave it here and just tell you to have a good day!! You deserve it!! Take your time with the next chapter/s, we’ll all be patiently waiting for whatever you’ve got up your sleeve!! 🤧💕 I just hope my heart won’t be broken 🥲💔

ALEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX GODDD YOUR THOUGHTS i LIVE FOR YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE.

god okay let me just say Liv's percolate Levi...i am both intimidated but also in love with him. i am so fucking in love with her depiction of him bc it's very similar to how i view him actually shhh don't tell her. or do idk djkfhsdk

also her moodboard for him i have not forgotten and fdhfjkhs i lowkey had some of the same pics for reference in my pinterest for paychecks levi uwu

YOUR FWB WTF omg I'm?! VERY HAPPY FOR YOU WHATG THE HELL IF HE'S TAKING NOTES IM-GIIIIRL he better treat you right <3 you deserve it <3333 PLEASE IM LIVING FOR THIS I truly love that for you :')))

oh my god i--i have IDEAS. WAY TOO MANY FUCKING IDEAS and it's gonna be so hard to weed them out. i honestly might have to just make oneshots after paychecks ends because of the possibilities jfkhsdfjkh "who said you could leave" GOD PLEASE you're only feeding more into my ideas holy shit.

I CAN'T WITH THE PHONE THING LMAOOO i really don't know how to respond to it when you guys bring it up but i will just casually slip in the reminder that there is a light angst tag on this story (tho idk how accurate it is anymore) and a happy ending tag so :) take that as you will <3

and not to sound ominous but next chapter is another one i've been looking forward to working on so much, it's probably one of the more cathartic ones that i've written so far. <333 i love the change in your perspective though!!! it's so interesting to see how just a little bit of time can shift things sdfjhksdkj

BESTIE if you SAW the draft it's a complete MESS BUT bc i love you im going to offer the smallest of crumbs and to any1 who bothered to click the readmore HAHA (ill put it at the end in case you don't wanna read it)

bb as always thank you for reading and offering me such wonderful input and your thoughts, truly live for them bc the same way HAHA GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR MANS BTW OMG dsjhkf ROUTING FOR YOU<3

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It’s loud. Unbearably loud. Levi has Hange to thank for that. They’re rambling at an unnecessary noise level, completely inappropriate for the setting that they’re in.

#sorta kinda paychecks spoilers for next chap but not really #pwasoi.ask

[swordmaid]

creator tag meme

tagged by the local angel @giuseppearcimboldo thank you so much lizzie!

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

VERY happy i can fill this out because i’ve been so productive this year lol. also this is all gonna be jb bc ive been RELENTLESS and spamming and i would apologize but i wont lmao 

1. jb eros/psyche au.

i am talking about everything i have done for the au btw, because i’ve done quite a handful of things and honestly i really love all of them--even the doodle ones which rarely happens. anyway, i love this au in general. i think the tale is perfect for them, and i’m happy with the works that i managed to put out most esp this one that’s based on canova’s sculpture of eros and psyche. translating sculpture into digital art was interesting since it was all about converting the weight and structure of the sculpture into the screen and i think i managed to do it imo! i love how brienne looks heavy in his arms, i love how strong jaime looks holding her up and i especially love the way i shaded her dress to mimic the lines that the statue has. all in all, this au slapped and i actually want to do more of it but i have no inspiration right now. 

2. jb as classical art series. 

honestly i never thought that this was going to be a series lol i thought it was just a two time thing, but then i did another one, and then another one, and then another one and now here we are. i love all the pieces that i’ve done for it actually. my favourite thing is that they’re all not direct translations of the original art. there are some aspects that i’ve taken and adapted while also putting my own flair into it. i love the reverse colour scheme with klimt’s kiss and my own rendition of it. the gold being the accent highlight in a field of murky brown/black whereas klimt has the black squares present to emphasis the richness of the gold and yellows. i also like the little thing i did where i put the geometric shapes outside of the subject instead of inside (what he did). i put on the tags that i didnt like how it turned out but i actually like it lol i just didn’t like how long it took me i get too impatient with my art i think. anyway. i love this whole series sm i think all the pieces have their own character, and tbh i always get nervous adding another piece into this just because all the ones that i’ve done has been so well received i don’t want to be a disappointment lool. regardless, i love classical art and i love jb and i love being able to put the two together hehe we love to be self indulgent

3. la belle fleur sauvage commission. 

aka THIS commission that was based from SD’s fic, la belle fleur sauvage. some behind the scenes with that one--that one took me SO long to do, like it was taking longer than i had wanted and i felt very bad and i am forever thankful for sd’s patience 😭😭😭. i really can’t be too mad though since i was working on the third year of my degree, but i still would’ve wanted to finish it sooner than i did. but as for the art itself---i actually love it lol. i always say to zoom in on my stuff to see all the details but i WISH folks would zoom in on that because it’s so big and so intricate. i love how everything turned out; i love how rich the colours are, i love the composition for all three panels, i love how the SKY looked like actually that’s the first time i sat down and painted clouds with that technique and i am so happy and pleased with how it looked im using it for everything LOL, i love jaime’s outfit in the 2nd panel---i actually designed a whole outfit for that and he DOES have his pouches and daggers, etc. stuff that he would have with him if he was a mercenary, but because of the cropping, those details were taken out but it’s THERE. i love the colours and the shading on the 3rd panel. it looks so soft and romantic and it’s everything 😭😭. honestly i didnt know if i was able to finish whole three panels just because of how big the project seemed, but tbqh this piece really pushed me as an artist and im really happy that i had the chance to work on it (-’: 

4. early morning.

this one is a more recent piece and i was thinking post canon jaime/brienne married and either living in casterly rock or evenfall hall. originally the sheets were gonna be red with the gold brocade but i just made it green to make their location more ambiguous. they’re in a castle because of the finery, but which castle i have no idea. anyway i love their faces here in particular--jaime because it’s not often that i draw him old (this is the second time i drew old jaime i think?) and i love how he turned out here. i love how he looks like a silver fox and a dilf and we really do love that for brienne. full disclosure, i have no idea how to draw older folks since i don’t have a lot of practice in that area so im glad my lack of experience doesn’t show lmao. i also love how soft brienne looks here! the little smile on her lips is very sweet, her body language and how relax she seems is very telling abt her confidence in this scene also i think i drew her hands hella well haha. all in all i think it’s a really sweet art! and the full version is not so bad either jaime’s ass was referenced from marble sculptures so you know im aiming for Quality. but i love this headcanon of a younger brienne tiring jaime out, i’ve read a handful fics about it and im happy i can do my own version of it hehe 

5. unravel.

wow we love domesticity. someone said that if you compile all my ns*w art of them together it’s like they haven’t left their bed ever since they got together and you know what? love that for them it’s what they deserve. anyway i chose this one because of how sensual and simple it is. their body language really does all the talking ; jaime’s hand pulling on the ties on her shift, her hand on his hair, how soft and lazy their kiss looks--it’s enough to tell the story me thinks! i just love how simple this whole thing is but it’s very effective. there’s really not much to it besides what you see but that’s really enough.

i am actually very proud of myself with how productive i’ve been. it’s really not often that i get as much drive and energy to post so much art. iirc my art tag is nearly 200 content already (i think it’s 180 ish rn?) and honestly that’s a LOT if you told me ill be making more than 100+ content for jb i would’ve been like nah im too lazy for that lmao. but im really proud of myself this year! i think i pushed myself as an artist and i’ve familiarized myself more with my strengths as well as my weaknesses. i have a clear idea on the areas that i need to work on, and i’ve really gotten more comfortable with being happy with my own pieces and i’m trying not to put myself down more if something doesn’t go the way i want it to. also, i’ve had the opportunity to work with more people this year--so for the people who has commissioned me or IS commissioning me rn--- thank you so much for trusting me with your visions 😭😭 ive never expected to get this kind of reception with my art but i am very grateful for all of it. 

anyway as for the tagging i tag -- @na-bruma-leve / @dreadwulf / @dilfjaime / @fawnilu BUT i would highly recommend you to come along and snatch this tag meme up like a little raccoon because we all should start being proud of our own works imo !!

#long post / #this whole ass essay is me gushing about myself how gemini can i be

[pleasantsaladnerd]

It's aphobic to think yasha couldn't get pregnant without having sex why do you hate asexuals

*deep sigh* Ooohhhkkay anon I don't usually respond accusations like this as they have no substance but you managed to hit a nerve. I don't have many of those so "well done" i suppose. While I understand why you may be upset at my post earlier if you bothered to have a look at my blog you would know that I am ace and proud to be Ace.

Its also very not okay to call me aphobic as someone who has experienced aphobia I am going to assume that you haven't. Accusing me of aphobia is very tone deaf.

Immaculate conception is very different to being ace. Ace arent magic they can have sex if they choose to we aren't the Virgin Mary. Also im just gonna point out Yasha has not identified herself as ace and in game she had a wife and jokes about having sex with Beau... So i have no idea where your insult came from

Second I'm assuming you are the person who came up with the yasha pregnant theory... While you are entitled to your opinion I personally need a little evidence to help me understand where you are coming from. All your posts state your theory and telling people that you are right but you haven't said where your idea has come from so it comes off as a wild theory with no back up.

You are welcome to have your opinion but i am also able to have mine. If you had some evidence, a time stamp from and episode or an answer from talks. I am open to reconsider.

I apologise if I offended you but there is no need to attack me personally please in future be accepting of others and their opinions

I'm sorry to everyone else ive tagged it as cr as i dont know how else this person will see this

Anyway love you all

P. S. Nerd

#Yasha #Answer #Critical role

[maraudererasmut]

Black and White (Part XXIX)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX | Part XX | Part XXI | Part XXII | Part XXIII | Part XXIV | Part XXV | Part XXVI | Part XXVII | Part XXVIII | Part XXIX | Part XXX

Remus Lupin was standing in the middle of a gallery that was hosting his art show.  

This was something he had always dreamed of, but never expected to actually happen. There he was, in Black and White, with his paintings on the wall, each with a price tag next to it. Better than that, there were art collectors and consultants roaming about, viewing this work, considering them for purchase. This was everything Remus had ever wanted.

Why, then, was his mind focused on something entirely different?

As Remus shook hands with wealthy people and smiled professionally at them, his only thought was of his kiss with Sirius. It was tender and intimate, with Sirius' hands holding him, finger tips tangling through his curls.

Every once in a while, Sirius would approach Remus, his Gallery Owner Grin plastered to his face. For all intents and purposes, it felt like a professional dynamic— then Sirius' hand would surreptitiously graze the small of Remus' back, gently guiding him towards something or someone. Was that normal? Did Sirius always place his hand on the small of people's backs? Was his smile always accompanied with that rosy glow of his cheeks? Did his eyes always sparkle that much?

At some point during the evening, Lily caught Remus on his own, approaching him and giving him a tight embrace. 

"Congratulations, Remus. This is an amazing turnout! And people keep saying how much they love your art! You should be so proud of yourself!"

"Heh… thanks, Lily," Remus responded, tearing his eyes off of Sirius, who was standing next to Dorcas and laughing. "And… you too. Your art is also beautiful. I've heard Dorcas is considering buying something for one of their clients."

Lily beamed at Remus, bright red lips parted joyfully. 

"Thanks, Remus! Yeah, they talked to me about commissioning some stuff. It's pretty exciting!" Lily paused, looking at Remus expectantly, raising a delicate eyebrow. 

"What?" Remus asked pointedly, trying to keep a straight face. "You clearly want to say something. Spit it out!"

Lily's ivory cheeks flushed as she glanced behind her shoulder at Sirius before turning back to the other artist.

"He seems to be in good spirits..." 

"So he does."

"Remus, what happened? You two were arguing and now… you haven't taken your eyes off of him all night!"

Remus shifted his gaze away from the gallery owner, who he just happened to be looking at. He brushed his hair from his eyes, trying to detract from the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lily."

"Mhmm…" She clearly didn't believe him.

"Look, we'll get coffee tomorrow, okay? For now, I have to concentrate on being…" Remus gestured to himself, as if he was wearing some sort of costume and had to ensure that he was acting the part. 

Lily leaned in to give Remus a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the arm. She pulled away and winked at him.

"It's a date. We'll talk tomorrow."

As Lily glided away, Remus felt a hand press firmly on his shoulder. He turned around and grinned at James, who looked completely and utterly satisfied with himself.

"Glad you fixed it," he said, his eyes lingering on the lithe silhouette of his wife. "'Cause I was ready to hit someone."

"I'm glad you didn't," Remus responded with a chuckle. "My face is far too fragile."

"I never said it would be you…" James put his arm over Remus' shoulder and tugged him closer, causing the artist to stumble slightly. James was quite a bit stronger than he let on. "So!" He continued cheerfully. "You haven't introduced me to your friends or family yet! Which of these guests are yours?"

Remus shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let the sudden heaviness in his heart ruin the mood. 

"I didn't invite anyone."

"What?!" James pulled away from Remus, placing a hand firmly on each of the artist's shoulders and bending down to look him straight in the eyes. Remus stared straight ahead, his mind focusing on the deep, ruddy brown of James' cheeks, the velvety darkness in his eyes. "Why didn't you invite anyone?! This is your first art show, Remus! You should be celebrating! Your family should be here with you! Or your friends! Someone!"

Remus steeled himself, trying not to show any of his anxiety on his face. He thought of painting, he thought of colours, he focused on the man in front of him. James' colours always reminded Remus of autumn, with their warm glows and subtle orange undertones. Autumn and summer— that was James and Lily.

"My friends are here," Remus managed to choke out, trying not to get emotional. "And I'm so glad that you guys came."

Remus was losing his resolve as he watched James' dark brown eyes fill with tears. James scooped Remus into a bear hug, squeezing tighter than the artist thought possible.

"We love you, Remus. So much." James' voice was muffled in Remus' shoulder, but the artist managed to make out the words. He patted James on the back, glancing over to Lily pleadingly, hoping for some kind of explanation.

"I...uh… I love you guys, too? Thanks James…"

James pulled away and held Remus' arms at his side.

"I'm so honoured to be your friend, and I'm thrilled that I get to celebrate this with you."

"Uh… right back at you, James…"

"James, honey!" Lily appeared out of nowhere, placing a gentle hand on her husband's shoulder and offering Remus an apologetic look. "Let's let Remus mingle with the other guests. He has some art to sell!"

"Yes, yes! We'll see you later, Remus. Good luck!"

James and Lily departed, leaving Remus stunned in the middle of the gallery. Just as he was about to go to the bar to grab himself a drink, he was approached by someone he hadn't met before.

"Remus, is it?"

"Yes?" The artist smiled at the stranger and held out his hand. He was used to the routine by this point in the evening. "And you are?"

"Caradoc. Dearborn. Pleasure to meet you."

Caradoc's grip was surprisingly firm as he shook Remus' hand. He was a large man, taller and broader than Sirius, and he held himself with confidence. He had beautifully dark skin, emphasized by the contrast to the bleach blonde of his closely shaved hair. When he smiled, gleaming white teeth showed and his rich brown eyes glimmered with excitement. Caradoc had round cheeks and a chiseled jawline, classically handsome features that Remus' heart responded to with a few sporadic thumps. 

"Likewise," Remus mumbled, lost in the woodsy colours that made up Caradoc's irises, and the smokey scent of his cologne. 

"Figured I should introduce myself to London's next big thing. I want to be in your good books for when you're famous!" He accompanied his grand statements with a cheeky wink.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Remus said casually, trying to remain modest despite the flattering words. "This is still my first show."

"And what a show it is!" Caradoc motioned around him, his arms spread wide in a bold gesture. "Look at everyone! They can't take their eyes off of your art! I've already heard talk from the owner of a second show!"

"Have you now?" Remus raised an eyebrow and glanced over to the spot where Sirius stood, chatting to a group of wealthy socialites. "I hadn't heard that from him."

"Well," Caradoc continued with an almost wicked gleam in his eyes. "If your next show isn't here, you should definitely consider showing elsewhere. It'd be a sincere pity if you didn't continue to ride the wave of your success." Caradoc pulled out a card from the inside of his jacket and leaned in close to Remus to slide it into his breast pocket, giving it a pat for good measure. "If you do feel like showing elsewhere… or just want to discuss the future of your art career…"

He gave Remus another wink and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Remus standing in stunned silence.

Was this really happening? Were other galleries propositioning Remus? Was this show exactly what he needed to kickstart his career?

Remus was so excited by the prospect that he nearly spun around right into Sirius Black, who held his hands out to catch a potentially falling artist.

"Oh, hello, Remus…"

"Hello…" Remus tore his eyes from Sirius', trying not to get lost in their depths. He knew he was blushing, but he couldn't help himself. He felt Sirius' grip tighten slightly on his arm as the gallery owner leaned in closer.

"The show is going wonderfully. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am," Remus mumbled, staring at the pair of lips mounted on the wall and desperately not thinking about Sirius'. "Tonight has been… amazing."

"It's not over yet…"

Remus didn't have a chance to ask Sirius what exactly he was implying before another guest approached the two of them and began discussing Remus' work. 

The entire evening had been a whirlwind thus far, and Remus just had to remain afloat as the rippling crowd tugged him this way and that. It would be over soon, and he would finally have a moment to himself to decompress and wrap his mind around everything that had happened. 

((Author’s Note: I know this chapter isn’t my strongest one yet, but I really wanted to get across that feeling of being pulled from every direction and the hectic feeling of being the center of attention at a show! I also wanted to introduce a few new things so that I have some new plot points to explore in future chapters. Please forgive me for this one!)

#Wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #black and white #black and white part 29 #part 29 #part xxix #My writing #my fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #artist remus #gallery owner sirius #b&w #bakcground jily #jily

[zevlors-tail]

Hi! Could i get a match up with any mha male character. I’m a female about 5’2 and ive got long straight hair. I’m not too shy like i still find it hard to talk to people but if im more comfortable im really talkative. I’m a capricorn. I am really impulsive I once woke up and decided to get three ear piercings. I’m a dancer that specializes in ballet and I love playing the piano and the violin. I also am really clingy and love to cuddle. For the autumn drabble could I get scary movies and rain

I’m SO sorry this took so long. Matchups are so hard for me to do and I was a little too ambitious with adding the drabbles at the end. ;w; Here it is! I hope you like it!

I match you with: Denki Kaminari!

-Maybe you sometimes find it hard to talk to people, but this boy is going to make it incredibly easy for you to feel comfortable with him. He just has that aura to him; it’s like you’re meeting up with a long lost friend you haven’t seen in ages when in reality you barely even know him. But he makes it feel like you’ve known each other since kindergarten, like you two were best friends your whole lives. You two are cozying up to each other in no time.

-Impulsive? PERFECT. Kaminari is that friend who will push you around in a shopping cart through the middle of the store on a dare you made 3 months ago that the two of you suddenly remembered. Honestly, you two wreck so much havoc with each other, even Mina struggles to keep up with your shenanigans. And anything you want to do? He supports it. You want 3 ear piercings? Go for it. Wanna get a tattoo while you’re at it? “Do ittttt!” Honestly, if you need someone to hold you back or keep you in line, don’t expect Denki to be that person. He’s gonna be the exact opposite. If you really need someone to keep you in check, make Bakugou tag along with you; he’s really the only one who can stop the both of you from destroying the whole city.

-Kaminari loves to watch you practice your dancing. He thinks you’re absolutely graceful and could watch you for hours at a time. He never gets tired of it. He gets mesmerized every time you move and wonders how you manage to make him feel like he’s lighter than air. He will 100% come to any and all of your shows if you have them, and will always support you no matter what. Catch him in the front row crying tears of joy because, “That’s my babe up there, that’s my Y/N!” He can and WILL drag the whole Bakusquad along btw. You’ll always have support from your friends. :)

-Also very supportive when it comes to your instruments! Listening to you play makes him very emotional, but in a good way. He could be sobbing while you practice and if you stop and ask him if he’s okay, he just chokes out “I’m fine, please continue!” and gives you his signature thumbs up. He looks anything but fine, although he’s telling the truth; he just wants to hear you play. Kaminari is an emotional guy, and he expresses it freely, so tears are natural. He also has favorites out of the songs he’s heard you play! Sometimes he might request a certain song if he hasn’t heard it in a while. Better yet, if you write him a song of your own or learn a new one in secret to surprise him, he will melt. You’re gonna kill him. No really, you’re going to make him feel so loved.

-Denki is also very clingy and cuddly, so you better prepare for koala hugs and lots of kisses and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’ve had the best day of your life, the worst day of your life, or if it was just an average ordinary day, you’ll still get cuddles every single night. And he gives really good ones too; the way he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him makes you feel the safest you’ve ever felt, like nothing can touch you while you’re with him. He’s also a fan of playing with your hair and giving you head pats. Of course he likes them too, but he likes giving them to you much more than receiving them. The best feeling after a hard day is Denki running a hand through your hair to relax you while you snuggle into his arms.

Fall Drabble: Scary Movies/Rain

This drabble kind of got away from me so now it’s less of a drabble and more of a scenario but oh well-

Heavy rain swirled outside in the wind, water droplets sticking to the window and sliding down slowly as you listened to thunder rumble in the distance. Lightning accompanied it a fraction of a moment later, the flash of light illuminating the whole sky for half a second so you could see the gloomy clouds in full. You and Denki originally had plans to go to a fall festival of sorts, but the two of you had waited too long to get ready to go, and now (a whole half hour later no thanks to charge bolt himself) it was too late; there was no way either of you were going out in this. Even if Denki was immune to lightning, you were not, and the wind and rain both proved challenging foes to your clothes and hair. You would both look like a mess by the time you got there, if you hadn’t fried on the way there.

“Soooo, I guess we’re staying in for the day. No way we’re going to the festival in that,” you said dryly.

“I’m sure we can find other ways to pass the time, babe. We can always catch the festival tomorrow!” Ever the cheerful one, it seemed. That was something you really loved about Kaminari. No matter the situation, he was always willing to find the silver lining.

“I suppose you’re right. Well, what can we do in the mean time then?” you wondered aloud.

“No idea, but this storm sure is getting spooky...” Denki subconsciously scooted closer to you as the wind howled outside, a high pitched sound reverberating through the room as it picked up speed.

“Yeah...” 

You both went quiet, Denki’s focus on the storm outside while you thought of ways to pass the time. You would have invited the squad over to hang out, except this was supposed to be date night. You loved your friends, yes, but date night was special to you, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to share your boyfriend with anyone today. So friends were a no go...and you couldn’t go anywhere outside either. That only left a handful of activities. You looked around your room for something useful, anything exciting that you hadn’t already done today. Suddenly your eyes landed on an old ticket stub, namely the one from the very first movie you and Denki had seen together on your first date, and you were struck by an idea.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

And that was how the two of you ended up laying on the floor a half hour later, a giant blanket draped over your shoulders and pillows in front of you, popcorn pieces strewn about and cans of soda off to the side as a horror movie played in the background. It had been a while since either of you had seen a proper scary movie, so you agreed on one you hadn’t watched before and started it up without a second thought. The rain in the background helped to enhance the spooky mood for the night, a different sort of darkness seeping in and washing over the room after the lights had been turned off.

A jump scare startled you both a little, causing Kaminari to bump into you gently. You dropped a few pieces of popcorn, and your boyfriend couldn’t keep himself from poking fun at you.

“If you’re scared, Y/N, you can always hold my hand!” He gave you a wide grin and giggled, his tone teasing yet lighthearted. He could never truly give you crap about being spooked by a scary movie, especially when he had been startled himself.

“We’re already holding hands, you goofball!” You nudged him playfully and laughed with him, lightening the mood a bit after the jump scare. Eventually you both returned to watching the movie, your fingers lacing into his as you held hands still.

Fifteen minutes had gone by before the storm really started to pick up outside, wind howling relentlessly and rain pelting against your roof. You and Kaminari were so engrossed in the suspense of the movie that you didn’t notice anything at first; the woman in the film crept closer and closer to the basement door, pitch black coming from open entrance, and the both of you huddled close together as you watched in suspense for something to jump out from the darkness. Suddenly something hard fell against your roof with a loud Thump! followed by several other similar sounding noises, and you and Denki whipped around to look behind you for a culprit, spooked by the horror movie and the strange noise you had just heard. Just as you were about to ask him if he also thought that was hail, the TV shut off unexpectedly with a soft powering down noise, and the both of you were left in complete and total darkness as the storm raged on outside.

“Denki?” It was hard not to notice the tremble in your voice as you spoke quietly.

“I’m right here, love.” Kaminari’s voice wavered slightly as well, though he tried to be strong for you. Both of you were scared, but the least he could do was be there for you.

Down the hall, you could hear your fellow students mulling around in their own dorms and asking if everyone was okay. You put two and two together and realized the storm must have knocked the power out. Without warning, Kirishima thrust open the door to your bedroom and shined a flashlight in, causing the two of you to scream in unison as he finally focused it on your shaking forms.

“Why are you guys screaming?” He tilted his head in question while you tried to gain your bearings, and you secretly decided you would never watch horror movies during a storm ever again. “Yo, Kaminari. We lost power ‘cause of the storm. You think you could give the generator a jump?” The redhead rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly sent over to ask for Denki by someone else.

“Nah, you guys are on your own. It’s date night with my baby, so no can do!”

“Awe, dude, come on! If you send me back with that sort of answer, Bakugou is gonna come storming in here himself!”

“Sorry, man. I’m sure the power won’t be out for that long, anyway. Bakugou can deal with it. 

“If you say so. I’ll try my best to sugarcoat it, but expect an angry looking Bakugou sometime in the near future.”

Kirishima turned away with a wary look, trekking back down the hall the way he came. You turned to your boyfriend and snuggled into him, thankful for having such a loyal person as your partner.

“You could have given their generator a jump, you know,” you said softly.

“I know. But then I’d miss out on date night with you, and that wouldn’t be very kind of me, would it? Date night is just for us. They can figure stuff out themselves.”

The two of you sat there for a moment as you held each other before there was a loud crash from down the hall followed by angry stomping sounds.

“KAMINARI I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN UP!”

#kaminari denki #denki #kaminari #300 follower event #bnha matchup #matchup #anon #anonymous #300 follower special #mha matchup #answered

[5sosbitchfest]

Alrighty, Nonsters.  We currently have 290 Asks in our box!  As much as we might try, I know there is NO WAY we’re going to be able to get through all of them.  Everything exploded this weekend when MessyGate went down!   I don’t want to ignore any asks just because I already answered a similar one.  So, I’ve tried to gather as many similar Asks as possible to let your your voices be heard.  Y’all are definitely NOT alone in your feelings.  Get ready for a lot of opinions on Messy’s Twitter Drama.  

Also, if you sent in an Ask and we haven’t answered it yet, please feel free to resubmit it!  I do try to scroll through all of them but it is a daunting task and personal stuff and work make it difficult for me to get through everything in a timely manner!

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Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I’m really disappointed in Luke and this band in general, the way they deal with things. “honest policy” with messy? So he knew all of this and it was okay? Or he confronted her on this and he is okay with what she has done? I’m not sure this whole thing would be a deal breaker for me, but it certainly would make me real mad at my SO and some whiny excuses wouldn’t be enough to make things alright. Radio silence would’ve been much better than that story he posted, made himself look like a fool.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: These girls will sooner or later become their downfall if their management or them does not realise they should rely on other things than bringing relationship up front to sell their music. I find it extremely bad that they are behaving as if nothing happened, I hope there will be changes once touring will be possible again and we won’t see these girls tagging along everywhere or being brought up in interviews all the time but somehow I’m not counting too much on that.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I wonder if Luke knows everything that Messy got exposed for or just the parts Messy wanted to show him. Bc Luke said in his Story that he wasn't online lately so maybe he wasn't on Twitter too and Messy just showed him the parts that make her look good and he still doesn't know that she spoke bad about Ashton or how she stalked the fans also after she knew that they didn't hack his email adress cause he wasn't on Twitter so he couldn't see the screenshots.🤷‍♀️

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm just waiting for the day one of them date someone who isn't a part of their circle. tired of them passing around the same toxic girls.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: These girls are just digging a whole for these guys and they want be able to get out of it soon

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: It was a chicken move for Sierra to do it as a reply and no one has talked on twitter that she deleted it because they probably think her deleting it is saying it wasn’t true

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Am I the only one who thinks that guys really only heavily interact with us when they want to promote something or say something about the music? I do understand they have lives so being on Twitter isn't number one priority and with all the drama that surrounds this fandom its very easy to not want to be online a lot, I just can't help but feel that way

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm talking about this messy situation (no pun intended) with my friend and she said to me that Messy should consider changing her career if she can't handle that not all people are going to like her. (that ofc doesn't include any form of harassment bc that's not cool)

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I really don't know how to feel about the Luke situation. At first I was upset and disappointed of Luke but now I almost pity him bc real or not either the management would want Luke to defend her or Messy. And I think Luke isn't the kind of person who would stand up against the management or Messy (even though it would probably be better for him if he would). And most people don't realise when they're in a toxic relationship so I can't really blame him. I just hope this ends asap.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I literally was so angry and frustrated with Luke and this whole situation yesterday that I couldn’t even look at him on my home screen, I had to change it. It’s really a disappointing thing to witness. Whether management put him up to this or he genuinely believes this toxicity is okay, I’m just very grumpy with him at the moment. He deserves better and WE (the fans) deserve better.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I think Luke really needs to be in a relationship with sb who either isn't famous and doesn't want to be or with someone who is famous bc they have a successful career too and who doesn't need Like to be famous.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I’ve only seen a few accounts on Twitter who are attacking Messy and Crusty to the core and exposing every bad thing they’ve done with receipts for the sossies defending them! I’m happy that karma is finally getting to those con artist who think they can get away with anything

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: that recent lierra picture is photoshoped lmao. if you look at Sierra's hand you can see color coming off from it and her arm looks hella weird.her forehead looks hella weird and look couldn't have taken the picture because I doubt that he could stretch his arm that far and make a perfect picture. also we haven't even seen Sierra's face so I still don't believe they're together

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: The Lemon pic was like a punch in the face (even though Petunia and Luke are looking cute there). But I've been asking myself lately if Luke has seen the whole drama going around on Twitter or just the posts Messy wanted him to know so the ones who make her look like the victim (and not the ones where she insulted Ashton or she made it clear that she stalked his fans). Cause Luke said he hasn't been online lately.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I mean we dont know how much of the story he truly is aware of and how much s changed to fit her narrative and get L to feel bad for her. Plus he was under pressure from management to do damage control and not standing up for his gf is a very bad look for outsiders who dont understand why she's at fault. It was a pretty neutral statement and he was obviously told to make the post so I dont blame him and just blame her more for putting him in the situation in the 1st place

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I wonder how much toxicity happens behind the scenes, we know S is very manipulative and L is very much a people pleaser so.. and with how much they have to sell their "love" and "happiness" in the relationship. Minipulation is a powerful thing and it could explain why hes out of touch with reality, especially lately since he's isolated with her and doesnt have the voices of the band to raise any concerns and he's been getting skinny again and seems very "meh" rather than happy, idk

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I feel so disconnected with this fandom rn. I feel like no one is streaming CALM and that makes me sad bc it's such an amazing album. The boys aren't even online anymore, everyone is mad at each other and now Luke comes up with this shit... tbh I wish I would wake up tomorrow and see him tweeting something like yeah I'm sorry about my ig story I still love y'all lmao

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Wait wait wait wait ive been gone from the fandom for a little while now and what the fuck is going on with Luke and S? What did S do that she made a fake ass apology for?? I’m so lost please help me! 😂

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm seeing a lot of my mutuals unstanning and I'm just so mad bc Sierra started this drama and got Luke into it and I'm sad that people are leaving bc of this, it's just too much toxicity and it shouldn't affect the band and their connection with the fans but with Luke saying this he makes it seem like he supports the ugly things she does

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I am a Luke stan and I've always loved him bc he has inspired me so much through the years but when he does this things it's like...damn. I feel like he's invalidating the fans' feelings by being like "if you don't like my girlfriend, ur fake" like he has never noticed me on Twitter or anything but my biggest fear is to be blocked by him or just ignored bc I don't like her (although I never expressed it publicly) n yeah anyways :// It feels weird

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Going back and re-reading the DM’s messy literally confirms that she accesses Luke’s account by saying “we couldn’t get in” or some shit like that

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I hate being a luke stan, sometimes it just seems like he doesn't care? he always puts these toxic gfs before the ones who adore him and pay his bills. might just move into Cashton's lane. unproblematic kings.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: He literally posted a picture of him cuddling her and petunia within the hour

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: The saddest part of this situation is it’s like a repeat of Arzaylea. Luke has no idea what a respectful, mature relationship is. We saw it with Arz and were seeing it again it’s just a little bit different. He stays being controlled and manipulated by toxic partners. I really think homeboy needs to be single for a WHILE and focus on himself. He needs to unlearn the things his past and current relationships have taught him about love because if I know anything, it’s that this ain’t real love.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Is it bad that I just want the larzaylea drama back?? Like everyone could at least agree on their feelings then...

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Just checked messy’s insta and of course, everyone that still supports her filled her tagged with just the single picture

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I feel like the reason Sierra is getting away with what she’s done is because she isn’t that known. Like yeah she’s associated with 5sos, but they’re also like not that big which is probably why it’s getting swept under the rug. I’ve only seen the 5SOS fandom calling her out for her actions. If this had happened with a well known celebrity, they probably would’ve been dragged and been trending on Twitter. I might be wrong but I feel like this is what’s happening which is just unfair.

#kirby #luke #lemon #messy #messygate #messy's twitter drama

[albapuella]

How to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failure (Chapter One)

AO3

Fandom: Homestuck

Summary: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU Dave needs to win a bet; Karkat needs to write an article. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: Humanstuck, alternate universe - no sburb session, POV switches galore, implied/referenced child abuse Author’s note: This story is the result of a jam session I did with aceAdoxography on the davekat thirst federation discord server. This one's a little out of my usual wheelhouse, but I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. New chapters every Saturday/Sunday.

I also tried to be fancy with the html, but it didn't come out right (you will see what I mean). However, I'm leaving it as is for now.

Chapter 1: Inciting Incidents 

Day 0:

“I'm smooth as peanut butter,” Dave protested, his coffee sloshing in its cup as he swung his arm out. ��Choosy moms might choose Jiff, but I ain't in the market for an older woman at the moment. Just call me Skippy, because that's how smooth I am.”

Rose looked both unimpressed and unconvinced. “Really?” She took a small, dignified sip of her tea.

“Yes!” Dave frowned. “I'm like super suave. Fucking James Bond over here.”

She squinted at him for a moment. “You do realize that James Bond is characterized by his inability to keep any woman with him longer than the length of one of his movies.”

“That's only because he's too much man to be tied down,” Dave said. “And that's not even the point: the point is that the fucker's suave. He can have any girl he wants.”

“And I suppose you can get any boy you want?” It sounded dismissive. “It would be wonderful if you managed that feat before my wedding. You know how mother worries about you, and I would rather not spend the first day wedded to my wife listening to mother wailing about how her poor little Davey's going to be all alone in the world.”

Dave felt the flush creeping up his cheeks, and he wasn't sure if he was experiencing his future humiliation already or if he was getting mad. Just because he couldn't keep a relationship going for long, that didn't mean he wasn't smooth. It wasn't his fault that up until very recently he'd only pursued girls because he hadn't wanted to admit he was gay... Okay, yes, that actually was his fault. The point was of course those relationships had failed. His relationship prowess had never been given a fighting chance. “Yeah, I could. In fact, I could make any of the guys here fall for me.”

“Very well, brother of mine,” Rose said, smiling that particular smile which tended to portend bad things for the person it was directed at, “how about that one?” She pointed to a man sitting alone at a table on the other end of the cafe.

Dave looked over at him without making it obvious he was doing so. Damn, Rose. The guy was a snack, obviously, but his expression indicated that the whole world had pissed in his cornflakes one at a time and had made him miss the bus to his job at the blow job factory. Still, it was too late to back out now. “Fine,” he said, setting down his cup just a little too hard. “I'll see you in two weeks, Rose, and I'll have him on my arm in a matching tux. We're going to be the hottest, gayest penguins you've ever fucking seen.”

She laughed at him. Which was fine: he was going to have the last laugh here. And there was no time like the present. He stood and strode over to the other table, curving his mouth in his smoothest, suavest fucking smile.

The man had noticed Dave's approach and looked up from his coffee, the ire on his face now joined by confusion. “Can I help you?” His voice was rough but not unpleasant. His tone was less pleasant, but Dave had expected that from his expression.

“I sure hope so,” Dave said. He put one hand on his hip and held the other out to the man. “I've just lost my name: can I have yours?”

The man blinked. Then he laughed—less amused and more disbelieving. “Seriously? You're seriously going to open up with that? That has to be the cheesiest fucking pick up line I've heard in my life. And I've heard a lot of them.”

Dave only grinned. Breaking the ice was just one of Dave's many talents. “What can I say, dude, I'm a connoisseur of fine cheese. Premium, aged in wooden crocks or whatever.” He waggled his hand. “Don't leave me hanging.”

The man looked from Dave's hand to his face and back again before heaving a sigh. He shook Dave's hand, his grip solid but not crushing. “Karkat.” Then he frowned. “What do you want?”

“Thought that was obvious, Karkat,” Dave said, trying the name out. He liked it. “I want to ask you out. On a date. I'm Dave, by the way,” he added quickly. It probably would have been smarter to open up with that. It also occurred to Dave that there were a lot of other variables he hadn't considered until this moment. “If you're single. God, I hope you're single. And into guys. Otherwise, I'm going to feel pretty stupid.”

Karkat opened his mouth but didn't speak as something too quick for Dave to pick up flashed across his face. Then he grinned, perhaps a little too widely. “You're in luck,” he said. “I am in the market for a date.”

Oh. “Cool. Cool, that's—” Dave broke off with a fake cough into his fist. “Yeah, uh. So, are you free tomorrow? Night?”

A slow nod. “Yeah. Sure. Sounds great.” He dug through his bag and took out a small notepad. “Do you use Pesterchum?” he asked as he scribbled something down.

“I think everyone and their grandmother uses Pesterchum,” Dave said, still kind of surprised that this was going as well as it was. “Not my grandmother, I don't have one, but you know, grandmothers. Or the tech savvy ones anyway. I think your average grandmother might have some trouble—the text is kind of tiny, isn't it?”

Karkat looked up from his writing. “Right.” He ripped the page out and held it out to Dave. “Message me, and we can set up that date.”

Dave took the paper. “Thanks, I'll, uh, message you soon!” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and made his way back to Rose. He knew his face was burning, but he decided to believe it was the flush of victory rather than anything else. She was still smiling at him, and he held the paper out in front of her face. “See? I've already got his chumhandle. You're going to eat your words, Rose. I hope you like the taste of humble pie.”

Rose laughed behind her hand. “Nice work, Dave,” she said once she'd recovered. “Try not to break his heart, won’t you?”

“What?” Dave shook his head. “His heart is going to be wrapped in three layers of bubble wrap and under ten pounds of packing peanuts.” He shoved the paper into his pocket. “I got this thing on lock.”

---

Karkat tore his eyes away from the retreating Dave to jot down some notes on his notepad. Looked like he'd be able to write this article sooner rather than later. Unless Dave had been dared to come over and get his phone number. That had happened before. He scowled into his coffee. Well, if Dave never got in touch with him, then he'd just use his last disaster of a relationship to base his article on. That was what he'd planned to do originally anyway.

It wasn't a secret around the office that Karkat Vantas, despite being a font of romance wisdom, was dead in the water when it came to dating and keeping a boyfriend. He attributed this mostly to his abhorrent personality and lack of self-control. Whenever the opportunity came up for him to stick his foot in his mouth, you could find him there, furiously chewing on his toes. He'd lost count of how many times a date had ended because he'd said something he shouldn't have. Or rather, screamed something he shouldn't have at the top of his lungs with more profanity than was warranted in retrospect.

So, of course, the boss knew about Karkat's lackluster love life, too. The assignment had been one of her little jokes. One of her little mind games. “Oh, Mr. Vantas, please write an article about how to fuck up a relationship in less than two weeks—it should be easy for you seeing as you're such an expert at being so noxious that no one but your handful of friends can even stand to be anywhere around you, never mind a stranger who doesn't know your history or has any reason to want to stick around and deal with your bullshit.” Paraphrased, of course. Her version had been much less honest.

He re-read his notes.

* Dave, no last name given. Terrible pick up line. Rambles. Idiot or awkward. Or both. Dresses like a color-blind douche bag. Obnoxious sunglasses. Vision impaired? Hot. Attractive. Moderately attractive.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he set down his notepad to fish it out. He frowned down at the screen. A notification from Pesterchum? His heart rose a little despite himself until he saw the name. Kanaya. He sighed. While he was happy she was happy, he couldn't handle being gushed at right now. He put the phone on the table and finished his coffee.

---

Dave dithered for hours before he finally decided on the perfect message to open communications with.

TG: this is dave from the cafe TG: wanted to say hey TG: and ask what you want to do Saturday

Okay, so it wasn't the best rap ever, but he was stretched for material here. Also, it probably wasn't a good idea to blow up this guy's phone before Dave got some confirmation that this was even Karkat's chumhandle. It wouldn't be the first time someone had given him a dud. At least the messages were going through: that was a good sign.

CG: ARE YOU RHYMING ON PURPOSE? TG: hell yea dog TG: mc strider here by popular demand to lay down the jams TG: ive got all my adoring fans just waiting for me to shower them with stanz- TG: -as like youve never seen its a dream come true straight to you

That was enough; he had to give Karkat some time to respond. Assuming this was Karkat.

TG: this is karkat right? CG: OH I CAN TALK NOW? CG: YES THIS IS KARKAT. CG: AS CHARMING AS THIS IS (AND I AM SO UTTERLY CHARMED RIGHT NOW), DO YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME? TG: totally i totally do i knew as soon as i saw you yea im taking this total snack on a date

Which was not a lie, technically. Yes, Dave liked how Karkat looked, but he probably wouldn't have gone over to his table without Rose egging him on.

TG: where do you want to go skys the limit TG: but not really TG: cause no offense but i just met you TG: and i dont think were at the stage where id be willing to sell one my kidneys TG: to make your dreams of jumping out of an airplane onto the back of a narwhal or some shit like that come true TG: thats like after at least date number 5 and id expect some kind of thanks TG: at least a tongue kiss or something TG: not that i think you need to pay for dates physically TG: thats all kinds of gross TG: forget i said any of that please CG: … CG: HOW ABOUT DINNER AND A MOVIE. LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE. CAN WE DO THAT?

Dave grinned with relief. He'd thought for sure he'd just blown this.

TG: sounds great nothing beats the classics

With that sorted out, the rest had been easy. Dave closed his phone, feeling accomplished. He was really doing this. He was really making this happen. But first, he had some clothes to throw in the shower!

---

Karkat slid his phone back into his pocket with a sigh. Well, now he had a date for tomorrow. He looked down at the new set of notes he'd written during that 'conversation'.

* Last name Strider? Raps without provocation. Definitely visually impaired. Goes off on wild tangents. I'm going to be murdered. What the hell am I doing?

It had been difficult not to react in his normal way to the frankly bizarre things Dave had said, and he knew that was only going to be more difficult to manage in person. Still, he had to 'hook' this man as best as he was able before he could fuck it up like always. After all, he couldn't 'lose' a guy he never 'had', right? He idly entertained the thought of what 'having' Dave might be like. He was clearly crazy, but there was something endearing in his total inability to communicate like a regular person. The way he'd been so obviously nervous and out of his depth when he'd come over to ask Karkat out. The way his cheeks had flushed when Karkat had accepted. The way his body had moved when he'd walked away.

Shaking his head, Karkat tucked the notepad into his bag. No point in even thinking about it. Even if he weren't getting into this just to ruin the relationship for his article, the end would have been the same anyway. Honestly, he was doing Dave a favor: at least this way, Dave would only be wasting ten days worth of his time rather than torturous months of dealing with Karkat's bullshit before finding an excuse to cut him loose.

#homestuck #fan fic #humanstuck #my fic #wip #the html looks fine on my end #don't know why it's messed up when it goes live #*shrugs*

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ten questions tag | i was tagged by: @mshelleys, @emdrabbles, @pe-ersona, @evergrcen and @septemberliterature. thank you so much, and i’m so sorry i’m getting to this so late!

everything is under the cut!

@mshelleys

i. if you could change the genre of one of your wips, what would you change it to and how would the story/characters change?

So, trahison already features a ghost and a brief stay at a manor. have i considered turning it into a full fledged horror because of that? perhaps.

ii. do you think of your characters as actors playing a part in a movie or as people in history actually doing things that effect the future?

i think of them as actors playing in one long, crazy, unpredictable play. 

iii. role swap your protagonist and antagonist but keep their personalities the same; how different would your story be?

honestly, not different at all, because when it comes to it, the subject of trahison’s antagonist (s) is pretty complex. 

iv. are any of your characters based on you, family, friends, or someone else you know?

oh, absolutely. my characters range between self inserts, to characters i wish i was more like, to characters that are essentially walking, talking, breathing love letters to the people i care about.  

v. how long have you had your main protagonist(s) of your wip(s)?

I’ve been working with marin, nate and ruby for years, long before they were even called that and were a part of a dystopian crime novel (don’t ask). antoine joined them soon after, followed a while later by beth and isadora, and miles was invented during the plotting stage. 

vi. do you prefer to write chronologically or just make a bunch of scenes and order them after they’re written?

it depends on what i’m working on and how serious i am about it, but if we’re only talking about trahison, then chronologically!

vii. imagine the problem in your wip is sorted out, how would the protagonist recount the story to their children if they asked?

with a far away look in his eyes and an uncharacteristic fondness in his voice, marin would turn to his children, and tell them how extraordinary his friends were during his university years—their zeal, their inquisitiveness, and conveniently leaving out the uncomfortable loyalty they all had towards each other, until time and life’s commands separated them. 

viii. favorite (non-spoilery) line(s) of your current wip(s)?

This small bit of description, albeit a little purple prose-y, is one that i’m very, very proud of.

“ The morning rain had made its grave in the dirt, the bittersweet smell—like exotic black tea—rising into the air. It was the night pluviophiles came to dance. If I think hard, I can still taste the ghost of the raindrops on my tongue and sense Beth’s radiating warmth beside me; its own ghost ” - trahison, chapter three

ix. if your wip was a movie, could you see it be done in the 70s, 80s, 90s, 2000s, or 2010s? why that decade in particular?

so, fun fact, i hadn’t decided when to set trahison (see: the big question mark in my plotting notebook) but i have recently made up my mind and decided to set it in the seventies! if it was a film, then i could see it being made in seventies france! very a la the dreamers.

x. are you able to just make up a story on the spot, or do you need help (plot generators or other outside influences)?

sometimes i’ll take the help of prompts or media, but otherwise i just come up with things on my own!

@emdrabbles

i. what do the names of your main characters mean? did you pick them for the meaning or another reason?

i picked the trahison characters’ names based on two things: how much it related to the character’s backstory or personality, and how pleasing it sounded out loud. here are the meanings of their names:

marin — of the sea

ruby — deep red; precious stone; behold a son

elizabeth — god is my oath

nathaniel — gift from god

antoine — priceless one; beyond praise

isadora — gift of Isis

ii. what book are you currently reading?

I’m currently reading the time machine by h.g wells!

iii. last sentence written?

“ When the end of the world comes — I’ll film it ” — copycat, or the one where i predict the future. 

iv. who are some of your faceclaims?

i usually don’t use faceclaims, but if i had to choose:

marin van doren (trahison) — timor simakov

eloi hill (psychophantia) — maxence danet fauvel

cass parker (penny lane) — monica tomas

v. gimme some worldbuilding facts!!

alright, here’s one: in the world of psychophantia, not only is the magic system and your powers controlled by your morals, but so is your social ranking, your education, and any future you may have—to an extent. 

vi. do you outline? if so, do you have a specific method?

i’m a plotter and only really work well with a solid outline, however, my outlines range from a series of messy, incoherent bullet points to meticulous scene-by-scene planning based around the three act structure. this post is my go to for plotting assistance! 

vii. favourite author?

Like every tumblr user ever, i love donna tartt and maggie stiefvater, but i’m also a huge fan of f.scott fitzgerald, agatha christie and vera caspary!

viii. what is your oldest wip?

trahison! It went through many, many changes — from changes in genre to changes in character names, and there’s still a possibility that it could change even further. 

ix. what is your favourite wip?

every wip i reblog under my #others. tag! You all are so damn talented!

x. where do you get your inspiration from?

everywhere around me! from conversations i have with people, from films and books i consume, from the music on the radio — i like that anything and everything can inspire me to create.

@pe-ersona

i. in one sentence, explain your current wip!

a group of secretive students attempt to become immortal, only to uncover the worst parts of themselves — and each other — as they do. 

ii. was writing your main interest or did you have other interests?

although writing is my main interest (see: my social media bio on every platform ever), i also like to journal, sew, cook and make videos! my interests usually do have to do with the intention of creation. 

iii. what’s your favorite genre to write? to read?

I love writing horror and mysteries. those are my favourite genres, but i also love reading a good contemporary romance!

iv. what is one goal you have for your wip this year? how’s that goal going?

to finish the first draft! so far, not so bad, though i do wish i could write more, but unfortunately, time constraints plus school restrict me from doing so. 

v. how old is your wip? or when did you start writing your wip?

trahison is nearly three years old, but i only started writing the current version of it a year ago. 

vii. what scene made you cry or laugh or both?

these lines made me laugh out loud the first time i wrote them:

“ Up the stairs stumbled Miles, my slovenly genius roommate. He grinned at the giggles and winked at the exasperated stares. 

The gall of him! 

I wanted to be him. 

He managed to find his balance enough to reach our dorm. I immediately stepped back to let him in, and to make sure I was in no association with his uncomposed state. Nate gave a disapproving look at his back as he staggered in. 

I took another step back, raised a pointed eyebrow, and closed the door ” — trahison, chapter three

vii. how many ocs does your wip have? who’s your favourite?

my main wip, trahison, has six main characters. out of the main six, my favourite has to be nathaniel. he is very much the epitome of pure, and sometimes i wonder how he ended up in the middle of such a dark plot. 

vii. you have a brand new idea for a wip, what do you do? 

brainstorm, brainstorm, brainstorm. scribble down whatever the hell pops up in my brain, attempt to link it together by a thin string of yarn, cross my fingers and hope for the best.

ix. you are having your first book-signing, where are you?

i’m in a small bookstore, nestled in a corner near the storage room. almost no one knows about this town, so the line is small but chatty, fans exchanging theories and analysing certain paragraphs. the sight of them makes me feel warm inside. 

x. you have the ability to live in any book, publishing or not, what would it be?

would it be too cliche to say the harry potter universe? other than that, other worlds i would love to be a part of is the world in my novel penny lane, or in midst of a detective story.

@evergrcen / @septemberliterature

i. how did you come up with your wip’s title? what does it mean in relation to the story?

okay, so i discovered the word ‘trahison’ after hearing my french teacher say it, and immediately knew i had to use it for something. ‘trahison’ means betrayal or treason in french, which is one of the main themes in the novel. 

ii. do you title your chapters? if so, what’s your favourite?

I don’t, but I would love to!!

iii. what’s a recent line you really like?

Not a very dramatic or noteworthy line, but here’s one from a poem i’m writing:

“ So the two of you get in the car, proceeding to have an argument with the radio ” — examples of easy solutions, or the one where the internet has no answers. 

iv. are there any writing-related quotes you really like?

“i think a lot of art is trying to make someone love you” — keaton henson

v. do you have an idea for a cover design for your story?

A black background with serif text, that’s it. It’s simple. It’s mysterious. It’s the type of vibe I want to exude. 

vi. what sort of au can you imagine your story being?

...dark academia au anyone?

just kidding. in all seriousness, though, i can see a royalty/political au for trahison, or a medieval fantasy au!

vii. which oc would be the most angry with you as the writer?

eloi. i really need to give that poor boy a break. 

viii. if you had to tell the story from a different pov, which character would you choose?

ruby! she’s the token enigma of trahison, so i think her point of view would be very interesting to see. 

ix. what would be your oc’s taste in music if they lived in our world?

OKAY let’s see:

marin — classic rock, so the who, queen, def leppard.etc

ruby — that one person who you’re pretty sure only listens to classical music, but is actually very attuned to modern day music. she would mostly listen to female singer-songwriters, so take lorde, marina, lana del rey, and other such artists. 

beth — take one look at her playlist, and you’ll see that ninety five percent of it is mitski, while the other five percent is bedroom pop. she would like very tender, calm, cry to in bed music. 

Antoine — same as marin, but add other modern day music artists with eclectic sounds, such as twenty one pilots, arctic monkeys, that sort of thing.

nathaniel — classical music, instrumentals, and film soundtracks make up his playlist. if it has sung words, he won’t listen to it. has little to no understanding of modern day music and is too scared to find out more about it.

isadora — 2000’s diva pop plays in the background of her life. rihanna is her go to whenever she gets to control the party. Don’t be surprised if ‘rich girl’ by gwen stefani starts playing in your head at the sight of her. 

x. what’s one personal goal you want to achieve by the end of the story?

finishing it with pride!

#( FINALLY i've caught up with everything i've been tagged in ahhh ) #games. #long post

[wingsonghalo]

2 and 5 for project matchmakers? Your writing is GODLY

A response once more to this!

2. What scene did you first put down?I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I ACTUALLY HAVE A CHATLOG WHERE THE VERY EARLIEST IDEAS THAT WOULD BECOME PROJECT: MATCHMAKERS EMERGED. THE ANSWER IS: A WHOLE LOT OF THEM (shoutout to @ittybittytoostormy for being my muse here on Skype)

1) [12:16:27 AM] WingSongHalo: And I could totally see Phoenix reacting like “dammit Trucy not again” like what if she’s hitched a ride in Edgeworth’s car to crime scenes because the defense can’t be at those crime scenes but the prosecution can so Trucy tags along and does scouting for her Daddy and Edgeworth makes notes about the case rather more loudly than he needs to and Trucy furiously scribbles them down in a notepad. Later,“Trucy where in the world did you get all these statements??”“It’s maaaaagic!!”“…Trucy you need to stop coercing Edgeworth into helping us.”“How rude!! I never have to coerce him, Daddy! >:T”[12:17:04 AM] Stormy: oh my gfucking godhs that is so cute its making my heart hurt

2) [12:27:23 AM] WingSongHalo: Oh my god. What if Kay shipped them.[12:27:31 AM] Stormy: you know she fucking woud[12:34:59 AM | Edited 12:35:29 AM] WingSongHalo: What if Kay stumbled upon a diary where Edgeworth chronicles all of his cases, and Edgeworth of course has his own notation system, so he refers to Phoenix in his notes as “P.” and Kay’s like “HEY MR. EDGEWORTH WHO’S THIS MYSTERIOUS ‘P’ PERSON? YOU SURE WRITE A LOT ABOUT HIM”[insert that entire scene from chapter 3][12:37:23 AM] Stormy: you NEED TO FUCKING WRITE AND PUBLISH ALL THESE FIC ALL OF THEHM SO I CAN FAV[12:37:56 AM] WingSongHalo: IF YOU INSISTI’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE (WRIGHT?) A WRIGHTWORTH BUT I NEVER SEEM TO COME UP WITH FIC IDEAS UNLESS YOU’RE AROUND SO[12:38:18 AM] Stormy: NO YES YOU MUST PLEASE IM OBVS NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS THIS[12:38:27 AM] Stormy: I WILL STAY HERE ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT IF YOU NEED

3) [12:49:30 AM] WingSongHalo: What if. What if Pearl. Found out Mr. Nick was dating someone (because Trucy whispers it to her one night). And gets really mad and starts spying on him and is determined to figure out who the foul little temptress is. And she’s like “Goodness, Mr. Nick sure does talk with Mr. Edgeworth a lot on the phone” and “Wow, they even meet outside the courtroom all the time. I’m glad he has such a nice friend!” and “WAIT DID I JUST SEE MR. NICK TAKE MR. EDGEWORTH’S HAND”and then she accidentally becomes a yaoi fangirl, thinking “oh no, imagining Mr. Edgeworth allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of Mr. Nick is such a nice idea…!” and then finally weeks later she manages to finally say “Mr. Nick!! I’ve been meaning to say this for a long time, but um…congratulations!!”[12:52:30 AM] Stormy: OMG WING I PRETTY MUCH HAD THE SAME HEADCANON LIKE HOW COULD SHE NOT NOTICE HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND TOGETHER AND START THINKING OH CRUD I MADE A MISTAKE WHEN I WAS A KID AND THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT SHES SO ADORABLE SHE WOULD ACT JUST LIKE THAT MY POOR CHILD[12:56:30 AM] WingSongHalo: IMAGINE HER JUST GATHERING “EVIDENCE” THAT THEY’RE DATING, WHICH BASICALLY BECOMES HER YAOI FANGIRL SCRAPBOOK, AND SHE PRESENTS IT TO HIM LIKE “TAKE THAT!”[12:57:40 AM] Stormy: OH MY GOD THAT IS CUTESTS THING IVE EVER HEARFD[12:58:42 AM] Stormy: THIS BETTER BE A FIC TOO YOU ARE ALSO WOKRING ON PUTTING TOGETHER TO PUBLISH CAUSE IT NEEDS TO BE[12:59:40 AM] WingSongHalo: OKAY OKAY I’LL START WRITING IT TOMORROW IT WILL BE ABOUT PEARL, TRUCY, AND KAY ALL SHIPPING WRIGHTWORTH IN THE END, ATHENA, MAYA, AND APOLLO ALSO HELP THE TWO IDIOT LAWYERS TO GET TOGETHER

Other scenes that were pre-written:-Maya suggesting “PLSNO” and “EWUGH” and “STOP” as names for the group-Trucy “convincing” Apollo to join P:M-Athena Mood Matrixing Phoenix-The Voicemail-The presentation of the unicorn-The moment Ema walks in on them in chapter 14

If anyone wants to see more of these chatlogs please let me know because I’ve been considering doing a sort of Behind the Scenes feature on P:M for Patreon??

5. What part was hardest to write?

Oh gosh. Umm, the case. Definitely the case. I spent hours just staring at a blank planning document until my head literally hurt. I thought about Cayley, about whether she really had killed herself or not. I thought about the names of all the kidnapping victims. I thought about “the twist” that would enable me to extend the mystery more than a few chapters. I thought about how I could still make it a surprise that Trucy would be kidnapped even after we knew the criminal’s MO. I thought about how each girl would survive after being dumped off in uninhabited places of the Los Angeles area, which also needed to be researched. And I did a LOT of research on soil sample forensics, LOL.

Thanks so much for asking, hon. You’ve always been so sweet and I love you

#wrightworth #narumitsu #ace attorney #project matchmakers #stuff i write #ask

[smoliboops]

so i woke up this morning (so apologies if i sound a bit off or groggy in this haha) but i awoke to a lot of posts discussing about “drama” and speciffically first saw @turquoisemagpie​ ‘s geniuinely curious post about the community’s status.

i’ll start off by saying 1) im also genuinely curious about all this. i care about this community and ive been in the tumblr one specifically for 4 years now, and this seems to be the first anomaly ive seen in my time here that hasn’t been one off but “underlying”.

2) im human, lol. i’ll be honest, ive never gotten involved with stuff like this (the only one i think would barely count was when the community was debating over anti’s portrayal back in december 2017). this is just what i think in as objective and analytical of a way i can place it, and it’s not wrong nor right. just my own thoughts. (also note, i have two exams tomorrow, so i  probs wont be on here afterwards anyway cos i need to study else i die lol, but i just wanted to chime in like anyone else would)

ok first point- the drama is not shallow enough to solely revolved around the intro outro changing.

it is not the issue itself; rather it is the situation, or window that is giving us a bigger picture in the new, wierd mood that the community has been in for a while. 

im human, but personally, in the large amount of time ive spent everyday scrolling thru the tag i have not legitamentely seen a post saying “oh i dont like that jack isnt doing the intro anymore im unsubscribing.” it doesnt seem logical to me that someone who dedicates themselves enough to the channel that they are a active member of the tumbtlr community, to throw all that away just for an intro.

what i have seen instead are 2 things:

1) usually when i scroll thru the tag and see a current hot topic, i try to scroll back up til i find the post that probably originally started it all. this, along with the first type ive seen in the tag, are people saying that “some people are unsubscribing cos of outro...how can they do that..they have to understand change is normal...people act like children sometimes...i cant believe it those people are not part of the community they should just leave...etc

2)the people i have seen saying “ah man i miss the intro and outro....i miss them it feels a little weird without them...i hope they dont go away forever i’d miss it”..etc

number 2 does not match with the people number 1 are talking about. unless i am wrong (i am human so if you have actually seen this on tumblr send me a link to the person’s blog or post) the people missing the outros have never said they would leave the community. Simply expressing a sentiment for something that has always been the norm that is now changing, that’s all it is for most people.

BUT, the misunderstanding/missalignment i see between 1 and 2, is that people in 2 is either being generalized/misslabeled/or lumped by others as the “leaving the community” group. and this can even apply to number 1, where some who genuine simplly want to say “the outro might be gone, but it’s ok to change” are grouped into the others saying “leave the community you kids dont belong here” and this is the window into the main problem i think in the community.

jack is changing. this is the happiest ive seen him be in 4 years and you have no idea how happy i am for him that he is choosing to take care of himself more and finding/discovering what he truly wants for himself, his style of commentary, the channel, and the community. 

No one wants to get in the way of that. not 1, not 2, no one here wants to legit do that because we all so so deeply care about him. he brought us so much happiness, friendships, friggin several couples proposed in front of him over the years cause he indirectly helped them find love. we care about jack so much, that as a community we’re trying our best to give him the best atmosphere to change. but it’s a big community, so of course people have different ways of doing so.

we love him fiercely, so we either protect fiercely or we speak up fiercely. and then the whole tag is on fire. you’re on fire. you try pouring comforting pics on it oh no that was gasoline help-

people want to help jack and the channel/community through feedback; if something is felt to be wrong by a person, they’d want to let the captain know that something’s amiss and how/why it is and if they can fix it.

people want to help jack and the channel/community by protecting/managing it; if we dont want to sink the ship, we have to keep up and remember the duties as a member what we should be doing so that if we see a hurricane coming, we can deal with it the best without getting the ship damaged.

both are good, you can’t have one without the other. without proper management the ship will sink, but if there’s a solution outside of protocol it should be considered. if the new idea/solution/feedback is faulty enough that it would put us at even greater peril, the rules serve as a guide of judgement in doing what’s best for the ship.

no one side is right on its own. if there’s no way of feedback or communication to the captain, or anarchy is assumed among the members and the captain is overthrown, the ship will sink.

cooperation is key. nothing is black and white, its gray and our relationship with jack is a conversation. 

agree or disagree, we need to not dismiss one in favor of ourself, we need to listen, be open, and use other’s ideas (whether good or bad, evil or rightous, selfish or selfless, or just plain neutral) in forming our own and vice versa, creating a cycle of healthy conversation rather than attacking or defending blindly. 

and as well, the captain has had years of hard work, dedication, knowledge, and experience to get to his position. and ultimately it is Jack who is the one to decide how to run this ship. there can be members whose feedback is unjustified, or even hate-filled. there can be members who feel a one particular way is the right one over all else . but Jack is the one who chooses what to take into himself and the channel. does he think this feedback is valid? he’s open to taking it into consideration. does he disagree with it? that’s ok too, he still decides what he’ll take from it, good or bad, and move on.

experiencing things, toxic or healthy, we as individuals have the power to choose what to take in, not take in, and how we proceed with the information we take in. the actions of others have no rule over you, you rule over yourself. you choose what to take in and how. if we restrain ourselves/others, or protect ourselves/others, from this, then that right to choose is taken away before we even get a chance to choose. we just become isolated and very very, very alone.

tl;dr: TALK, FOR THE LOVE OF ANALOGIES AND GOD AND EVERYONE, JUST TALK CIVILLY AND NORMALLY WITH EACH OTHER. WE’RE ADULTS. JACK IS AN ADULT. CONVERSATE. NO ONE IS PROBLEMATIC AND NO ONE IS UNPROBLEMATIC. WE’RE ALL HUMAN, WE’RE ALL GRAY. WE ALL LOVE JACK WE ALL LOVE THIS COMMUNITY AND WE’RE ALL SO VERY GRAY AND SO SO SO COMPLEX AND HUMAN. SO PLEASE, P L E A S E

why dont you just talk to each other....

#jacksepticeye

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Sander Sides and Dissociative Identity Disorder

This is a topic that wanders in and out of the sphere of focus amongst the Thomas Sanders and Sanders Sides fandoms (the Fanders). I feel inclined to give our input as well as a thorough explanation, because I’m long winded like that.

For the purposes of credibility and clarity, we are officially and unofficially diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (which used to be called multiple personality disorder). By this, I mean more than one therapist and a psychiatric nurse have told us it’s highly likely we have this disorder. However, our various institutions of mental treatment do not provide the primary diagnostic tools used to diagnose DID. We are having a hard time finding someone who can administer either the Structured Clinical Interview for Dissociative Disorders (the SCID-D) for either the DSM IV or the DSM V, or the Multidimensional Inventory for Dissociation (the MID) who also accepts our insurance. So according to medical professionals, we’re diagnosed. However, there are people in the community who will say you can’t be diagnosed without one of those two tools. My sibling is also diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Since I plan on tagging multiple tags outside of the Fanders, I will very briefly summarize Sanders Sides. This is a youtube series starring a singlet by the name of Thomas (Thomas Sanders being the owner of the channel and actor, but he has made it clear that the Thomas in the series is a character and not himself). In it, he talks to different “sides” of his personality, exploring all sorts of issues while doing so. These sides are logic, creativity and morality with a fourth side of anxiety being added later (for those in the fandom, I know I’m leaving information out. Shhhhh. I am specifically doing so in case anyone outside the Fanders decides to go watch it). Later on, these four sides reveal their names of Logan, Roman, Patton and Virgil respectively. For those amongst multiplicity cultures, you should already be able to see why this might cause controversy.

Dissociative Identity Disorder is an extreme on a spectrum of multiplicity. For the purposes of this discussion, let’s give a quick run down of the typical names and types of multiplicity across this spectrum. (Using gender neutral pronouns because I cannot be bothered to type himself/herself/themself repeatedly)

1. Singleton

This is the average individual you will run into. This type of person is whole in and of themselves. They might have different ways of behaving with friends versus family versus work versus alone, but that is typically accepted behavior for a singleton.

2. Median System

This is someone who’s behavior implies more than one person. They may or may not consciously recognize this vague division with themselves, or they might have consciously or unconsciously created more extreme modalities of behaving for the purposes of getting things done. They are neither singlet nor multiple.

3. Tulpamancy

Originally a monk practice, this is when someone consciously personifies different aspects themselves. This can be either to sharpen skills or to learn about themself. An example would be someone who pushes their sadness into a box and talks to it in an attempt to understand their sadness. Eventually, this box is supposed to evolve into an independent being inside their head. Once fully developed, they are officially called a Tulpa, thus tulpamancy being the practice of creating them. They may or may not have a name or gender. They are neither singlet nor multiple.

4. Borderline Personality Disorder

I hesitantly place this on this list, but I feel it’s worth discussing for the purposes of this discussion. On the spectrum, BPD could arguably be placed anywhere on the spectrum below OSDD. There are 9 symptoms to diagnose this illness, and there are entire books written on it. I am not going to dig into that here, but suffice it to say that BPD could be argued to be on this spectrum. This is someone who is characterized by a distinct instability of self. They may or may not go by multiple names, but what defines them as a person swings wildly around. They feel or act unstable. They might change behavior, clothing style, or friend groups rapidly. This is a MENTAL ILLNESS and not something to be pursued. If you think you might have BPD, please seek professional help. They are typically considered an extremely unstable singlet or perhaps median at most. However, it is not uncommon for someone with BPD to pursue tulpamancy to help understand themselves or become an endogenic system to help define their unstable state of being. (However, if this person developed BPD as a result of trauma, they could arguably be placed within the traumagenic area of this spectrum)

5. Endogenic System

This is a broad term. Technically speaking, an endogenic system is strictly a system that came to exist naturally (essentially, trauma did not cause their identity split). As a result, this could include Median, Tulpamancy, BPD splitting their different ways of behaving to understand themself, or anything and everything in between. Some claim they just grew up this way. Due to the broad nature of the definition of endogenic, there is a lot of controversy surrounding it. I’ll touch a bit on that controversy later. Within endogenic culture, they are considered multiple.

6. Quiogenic System

This is a system who has no idea why they’re multiple. They don’t know if they’re traumagenic or endogenic, if its caused by childhood trauma, if they grew up this way, if they accidentally created their multiplicity, or any combination of the above. They might be singleton, they might be endogenic, or they might be traumagenic (Worth noting is a lot of traumagenic systems are amnesiac of their trauma. Something could have traumatically happened, but they have no recollection of what happened. Some are even amnesiac of their own amnesia. Meaning, they don’t know what memories they don’t know, and/or they don’t even realize they’re missing significant portions of their life where trauma occurred. This naturally causes a lot of concern and confusion). If you don’t know why you’re multiple, you deserve professional psychiatric help if it is something you struggle with.

7. Imitative Dissociative Identity Disorder

This is where we lean into the multiplicity debate heavily. Imitative DID is not an officially DSM recognized illness (DSM stands for the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and is the accepted standard for diagnosing mental illnesses). However, it is gaining recognition within professional psychiatric fields and multiple articles have been written on it. This is someone who either deliberately or unconsciously created their multiplicity. Believers in Imitative DID would argue everything discussed thus far would be Imitative. You can easily see how this causes strife, as this essentially states anyone who isn’t traumagenic is making up their multiplicity for whatever reason. Since multiplicity is so closely tied to how someone understands themself or themselves, this is like a slap to the face. It is not uncommon for traumagenic systems to call anyone else fake and incapable of understanding true multiplicity. Which traumagenic multiplicity comes with a LOT of problems that makes life terribly difficult or hellish. They get angry because they feel like endogenic systems are encroaching on their clinical terminology and stealing/redefining it. This in turn is considered to be devaluing their mental illness and struggles, ruining the official credibility of a set of illnesses that is already extremely stigmatized culturally and professionally. They also feel like endogenics are stealing/overwhelming/corrupting their admittedly few areas of clinical support. Knowing all this, it should be pretty obvious why there’s so much controversy here and why it can get so vicious.

8. Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

This is not yet a DSM recognized mental illness. This is a form of PTSD created for the purposes of better encompassing chronic abuse symptoms such as childhood abuse. However, this could also include trauma caused later in life such as war. There are other examples, but these are the most common cases. In that case, C-PTSD would be diagnosed instead of PTSD if it presents with what appears to be multiplicity, such as severe emotional dysregulation (inability to control emotions) and emotional black outs. This person can present with one or two other supposedly different identities. The difference in personality is usually very obvious, and the individual does not typically remember what happened in this alternate state. It is unclear if they are truly multiple or not, although most will argue not. If you think you have PTSD or C-PTSD, you deserve help and should seek it out as best you can.

9. Traumagenic System

These are systems that are created due to trauma. Clinically speaking, the large majority of professionals state this can only be caused by chronic childhood physical, sexual or emotional abuse. PTSD is almost always diagnosed comorbidly (comorbid illnesses simply meaning illnesses that are frequently diagnosed together on the same person). All traumagenic symptoms are defined by two or more distinct personalities/personality states/alternate personalities/or simply put: alters. These alters can be completely different ages, genders, or even ethnicities. Alter don’t even have to be human, presenting as animals, fairies or even rocks. This becomes terribly difficult to live with when say… a 5 year old, a wolf, or a rock alter ends up taking control (the clinical term being “fronting”) around family, friends, or even at work. Functioning independently can easily become impossible, although plenty of people manage it with treatment. If you think you might have DID or OSDD, you deserve professional help and should seek it out as best you can.

9a. Other Specified Dissociative Disorder

There are several different types of OSDD, but for the purposes of multiplicity only type 1 applies. Subtype 1a includes alters without clear boundaries between each personality. Subtype 1b is essentially DID without “lost time” (time during which the body was doing something but one or more alters do not remember what).

- I will add the caveat that OSDD 2 might apply depending on your POV. This is someone who has become convinced they are multiple via severe coercion/abuse.

9b. Dissociative Identity Disorder

This is a single body with two or more alters. In some cases, none of the alters will remember what anyone else has done. They might only be able to communicate via leaving each other letters. Other times, some alters might share memories and others might not. In order for DID to be diagnosed, there has to be lost time somewhere between the alters (as in, alter 1 might remember what alter 2 did but alter 3 might not). Whether or not this lost time has to be something that occurs in recent times or only something that occurred in childhood is a decision left to individual professionals.

Now back to Sander Sides. Knowing all of the information above, it should become obvious why there might be controversy surrounding the Sanders Sides. If you watch the series, it quickly becomes obvious that Thomas is a tulpamancer. Outside of the show, people have argued that Thomas Sanders himself might be median. Thomas Sanders himself has strictly denied any similarities between Sander Sides and Dissociative Identity Disorder.

This obviously puts Sander Sides dead center of the Imitative DID debate (endogenic versus traumagenic). Aside from that, there is the fact that tumblr in general has a gatekeeping culture inside it especially concerning any and all mental illnesses.

As for our personal opinion?

By all means, promote Sander Sides. We don’t even care if you present or consider Sander Sides to be representative of multiplicity, although I would generally discourage saying it is DID specifically, only similar in some ways. In the face of movies like Split and Sybil, multiplicity and DID especially needs better cultural representation. The fact that DID only ever makes the news when a criminal has revealed themselves (Like Billy Milligan, Billy Joe Harris, and Dwayne Wilson) makes this representation particularly important. As someone with DID, I would die for more media presenting DID as something other than dangerous. In fact, someone with DID or OSDD is far more likely to be victims than to create victims.

-On a side note: If you’re curious about multiplicity and how this may or may not apply to singletons in general, I highly recommend reading The Myth of Sanity: Divided Consciousness and the Promise of Awareness by Martha Stout. The DSM V is also a great resource for obvious reasons. For DID specifically, I recommend did-research.org . If more resources are desired, I can add them. I’d also encourage someone to reblog this with resources for these various mental illnesses, but I’m a bit too spent to attach that right now after typing all this.

Aside from all the debates, Sander Sides has helped multiple people come to accept their DID or OSDD. For some, it’s brought awareness to those mental illnesses. I know for multiple people with DID or OSDD, Sander Sides has been a huge relief. Finally, we get to see something that shows debates similar to the arguments that happen in our heads every single day. It’s a breath of fresh air.

Is Sander Sides DID? No.

Do I promote it anyway? Yes.

Do I think comparing it can do more good than harm? Yes.

Do I think it’s possible for it to cause harm? Certainly, but there is far more good that can come out of it. It’s worth the risk.

Editing real quick to say that I'm more than willing to answer any questions, related or no. Comment, reblog, Ask, PM or whatever else you can think of.

(tagging @aromantic-asshole cause he asked)

(Also tagging a few big name Fander blogs, because we would really like this to make the rounds)

@tinysidestrashcaptain @treblesanders @randomslasher @sanders-sides-thuri @princelogical @milomeepit @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly @2queer2deer @ironwoman359 I know for a fact I’m forgetting people, I’m so sorry. I also don’t personally know over half of you and if this is unwanted, I apologize for that too. This just means a great deal to us, and we finally worked up the courage to say something. Also screw it, let’s tag @thatsthat24 and @thejoanglebook

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sander sides #actuallydid #dissociative identity disorder #median #tulpa #tulpamancy #borderline personality disorder #bpd #endogenic #traumagenic #quiogenic #imitative did #ptsd #cptsd #c-ptsd #osdd #osdd1 #osdd1a #osdd1b

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rules

01. hello !!! so so glad you’re taking the time to read, or at least skim through this page. i’m ligaya and grace is one of my many babies on this website. while i can’t expect everybody to remember every rule i’ll be listing below, please keep in mind that you can always revisit this page or send me a question if you’re unsure of something concerning one of these !

02. as much as i’d like it to be otherwise, the state of this blog is usually slow - reply and low activity. i’m a biology major who has classes 4 days a week, around 7 hours a day on average which means i’m almost always busy and on mobile. other factors to me not being around doing replies would be my personal life outside of academics, of course, and the writing highs and lows all roleplayers regularly have. however, just because i take long in getting to our thread, writing your starter or replying to you on IM / discord doesn’t mean that i don’t want to write with you ! life can just get really busy and tiring sometimes, i think we all understand that.

i won’t follow anybody who uses dove cameron or thomas doherty as a faceclaim. their anti- tags on tumblr say it all, and i know i can’t force anybody to do this but if you could tag them for me ( i.e. dove cameron // ) then that would be much appreciated.

03. this blog is mutuals only so yes, that means we’d have to be following each other in order for us to interact. this isn’t me being prejudiced or elitist or anything; i’ve always been selective with who i choose and choose not to follow, and i do this for my own management and comfort.

04. i write grace based off of what we see of her in the show. i’m yet to read up on the comics, however this blog is mostly show - based and heavily influenced by my personal headcanons.

05. on the topic of duplicates — i love that someone else out there wants to write grace and i have the utmost respect for you choosing to write this angel ! however, if you write her too then i do hope that you can respect that i won’t be following any back, and i ask that you don’t follow me either. the only exception to this is if we’re friends or if it’s a multi-muse ( though i will still be extremely picky ).

06. feel free to tag me in random starters, send me random ic asks and such !! i love writing out starters and plotting but spontaneous interactions are the best. i track #botmum so if you ever wanna drop me a line make sure it gets into that tumblr tag so that i can see and get to it in time !additionally, i am always up for plotting things out so don’t be afraid to run something by me if you have ideas.

07. the only reasons for me dropping a thread would be that i A.) lost it somewhere along the way or B.) felt it had too little to go on. but if i do drop a thread, you are very very welcome to come plot another one with me ! i also don’t mind having multiple threads with somebody, so even if we’re in the middle of one and you wanna start something else then by all means, be my guest.

08. i'm not really looking to ship grace romantically with anybody, but i would love to build up on other dynamics !!

09. grace is a robot so, you know, no smut at all on here. other heavy topics will be tagged accordingly.

10. i like knowing the people i write with, so if we’re mutuals then go ahead and introduce yourself to me any time !!  tell me about your day or your dog, or blab on about how much you love your muse. let’s be friends.

11. i am not affiliated with my faceclaim, netflix, the umbrella academy writers and / or franchise in any way.

#( why it took me so long to write this ?? #ya girl doesn't know either but here it is )

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And ALSO talk to me about Roy and Riza in the aftermath and a pair of hospital beds close enough together to hold hands

The adrenaline crash started to hit Riza while Roy was commandeering the army.  With General Armstrong currently missing and, on last report, injured--and widely suspected to have a hand in the coup, as far as the public was concerned--Roy held the dubious honor of highest rank left alive and unarrested.  And he’d always had that talent for gathering up the pieces of a chaotic mess and putting them back together in accordance with his goals.

He was issuing orders to the remainder of Briggs and Central to bring forward their wounded so that ambulances could get the worst to Central General when Riza wavered.

She didn’t feel it coming, the end of her strength.  It washed over her all at once like ice water--her vision greyed, her breathing hitched, and her heart hammered in her ears, so strong it made her head ache.  Closing her hand sharply on Roy’s arm, where she had been holding on to guide him, took more effort than moving a mountain.

“Lieutenant?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think I’m about to fall over,” Riza said politely as she swayed in place.

“What--damn,” and then there was an arm around her ribs, her arm draped hastily over the shoulders of a military uniform, and the Colonel was taking her weight, half-holding her on her feet.  “You should have said something.”

“I did say something, sir.”

“Said something earlier, then.  Can we walk to the ambulances?”

Riza took a moment to assess, blinking away the sparkling grey and black haze in her vision until she could see a tunnel of clarity directly ahead of her.  Can we walk meant can you see, right now, and they both knew it.  

"Yes, sir,” she said once she was reasonably sure of herself.  Talking was so much work.  “But I’m not going to the ambulances.  Take me to the medical tents.”  The medical tents were barely more than a staging area with a tarp tacked up on poles to offer some shade.  It was the first thing thrown together when the nurses and doctors and paramedics showed up from anywhere and everywhere, and anyone whose injuries were not immediately life threatening was getting stopgap care in its shade.

It was also right in the center of the ruin that had been Central Command, a perfect place for Roy to hold court while Riza drank some juice or whatever they had in store for her.  The idea of leaving, of leaving Roy here alone without her, was horrifyingly wrong to some intrinsic part of her blurred mind.  She would stay, here, with him, where she could protect him, as shoddy a job as she’d done of that over the last day or so.

“Lieutenant, you’re going to the hospital.”

“I most certainly am not,” she said stubbornly.  Her vision was beginning to go again, and she took a deep breath as she tried to force it to clear.  One of Roy’s hands flashed in front of her as he made an angry gesture with his free hand, the glove still marred with blood and split open from Bradley’s sword.  She should make him go to the hospital.

“You had your throat slit barely an hour ago, Hawkeye, I’m not kidding around--”

“I’m not bleeding--”

“Riza.”

Her name stopped her cold.  It was ragged, as if it had been torn out of his throat, and his arm closed so tightly around her ribs that they creaked, and his blind eyes turned to her wide and not a little desperate.  She could hear the strain of having been in control of himself for all these hours beginning to show.

“Please,” Roy said quietly.  “Please go to the hospital.”

“You should too,” she said.  “Your hands--”

“I will.  I will, as soon as I’m sure things are secure here.  I’ll make sure the medical tents have a look at me, and we have people to fall back on.  But you’re going to collapse before then.”  His voice faded even farther, until it was as fragile as it had been underground, when he had been trying to hold her life inside her throat.  “You lost so much blood--”

Riza took a deep breath and then another, trying to slow her stumbling heartbeat and soothe her spinning head.  “All right,” she finally agreed.  “Eighty yards to two o’clock, then, sir.  And watch your step for the rubble.”

Roy tried to grin at her through the layer of dust and soot and occasional smudged blood.  The smile fell short of success, and his voice was still thinner than usual when he said, “That’s your job, Lieutenant.”

The two of them made slow but respectably steady progress across the ruined foundations, Riza aware that she was mostly upright by virtue of Roy’s iron grip on her, murmuring warnings to step around or over broken stone or cracked pavement.  Roy continued giving orders as they went, whenever Riza greeted someone approaching them, and she focused on her breathing, keeping it deep and steady, to get and keep as much oxygen in her system as possible.  Her fingers were so cold they were starting to go numb.

She felt like she should be applauded, for managing to stave off unconsciousness until they were nearly at the feet of a paramedic.  Roy caught her on the way down, and she felt his hand close around her arm as she was bundled onto a stretcher.

“You’re still under orders, Lieutenant,” he said sharply--so dramatic all the time, her Colonel--and then the world faded away.

Riza woke several times, half-surfacing to consciousness in a hospital room that seemed, according to her experience, understaffed.  She was fairly sure, by the second time, that she was being given a sedative, based on how quickly the darkness surged up to take her again, but by the time she caught a nurse’s sleeve, she was already sinking again.

She woke for the fourth and final time with a sudden rush of--not panic, exactly, but the abrupt and acute knowledge that she had failed to do something important.  Sitting up made her head spin and ache, and she dragged in a few breaths through her gritted teeth as her chest ached and her stomach rebelled.

“Oh, Lieutenant Hawkeye,” a nurse said, smiling.  “You’re--”

“Where’s the Colonel?” Riza interrupted, one hand clenched around the rail of the bed to keep her up, and the nurse’s smile turned resigned.

“He’s fine, Lieutenant--”

“Where is Colonel Mustang?”

“He’s in the long-term care ward, being a pain in another nurse’s ass, I’m sure,” the nurse said dryly.  “And if you try to get up,” she went on as Riza started to scuffle her way out from under the sheet, “I’ll sedate you again.  You’re staying in urgent care for a while longer, Lieutenant, whether you like it or not.  You were in rough shape when we got you.”

“I feel fine,” Riza lied.

“I very much doubt that.  As you can imagine,” the nurse said as she paced over to inspect the IV shunt in Riza’s forearm, “we’re under a lot of strain for resources right now, especially blood, so you haven’t had as many units as you should.  You lost what we’ve estimated to be about thirty percent of your blood volume, Lieutenant, maybe a little more.”  She gave the IV bag, full of clear fluid, a quick tap and turned back to Riza.  “You’re extremely lucky to be alive.”

Thirty percent.  It had been a long time since Riza needed to know medical statistics, but that one every soldier knew by heart--if a comrade lost forty percent of their blood volume and there wasn’t a doctor already there, the best you could do was bring home their dog tags.

“Noted,” Riza said, subdued.

“Ideally, we should have given you four units of blood as soon as you came in,” the nurse went on, a little more gently now that her patient wasn’t actively trying to escape.  “But we’re dealing with a lot of casualties, so we’ve been trying to ration our blood supply and you only got about half that.  We’ve put out a general call for donors, anyone who can pretty much has, but we’re going to be short for quite some time.  We’re keeping your blood volume up with saline until we can get you at least one more unit to bring your hemoglobin levels to a more stable level.  That’s why you’re dizzy, by the way.  And then,” she added to cut Riza off before she could speak, “you will be moved to the long-term care ward, yes.  We wouldn’t normally, but we just don’t have the luxury of keeping people here for observation when we need the beds so badly.”

“Thank you,” Riza said, and sighed, settling back against her pillows.  “How long has it been since the battle?”

“About nine hours.  We kept you sedated for most of it, trying to keep your system as calm as possible while we gave you transfusions.  Also because you tried to leave the first time you woke up, which I assume you don’t remember.”

“No.”

“Massive hemorrhage can do that.  Now,” the nurse said, arms crossed.  “Are you going to go back to sleep or do I have to drug you again?  Short of a few more units of blood, sleep’s going to be better for you than anything else.”

Riza smiled faintly and closed her eyes.  Maybe it wasn’t just the sedatives dragging her down, then--she remembered dozing for hours upon hours every day while her back was healing.  Then, she had been in her apartment, getting checked on twice weekly by a doctor who had been sworn to eighteen different kinds of secrecy by Madame Christmas, and being fretted over by Roy whenever she was awake.  He worried himself sick at every turn of the healing process, no matter how many times she swore that yes, she really was getting better, no, he really hadn’t done permanent damage, yes, she still had full range of motion, and on and on.  She hadn’t held his anxiety against him then, but she wouldn’t much want to be the nurse keeping him in the long-term care ward now.

Someone in the distance coded, and Riza tried to stir herself to see what was going on, but the darkness was dragging her down again.

She woke again to morning light and someone switching out her IV, and Riza was startled to see that it was blood, this time.

“I thought you were out,” she said, blinking, and her nurse gave her a look.

“This,” the nurse said, “is specifically marked for your use by the donor.  As long as I’m on the subject, you soldiers and your dog tags--so helpful.  We normally run out of O-neg in the first hour of a crisis but almost everyone came in helpfully labeled, this time.  This is O-pos, by the way.”  Not the same type as Riza, but a donor match.  Blood types and the various ways that donations did and did not cross was something else every soldier in combat knew--in a pinch, Riza could probably have figured out an emergency donation, and knew that Roy had done it at least once.  

Riza wasn’t a convenient donor type, A-positive.  But Roy--Roy could donate to eighty percent of the population, give or take.  

Riza looked at the tube running down to her arm, red and glossy in the light, and said, “Thank you.”

“Once we’re sure this transfusion goes well, we’re going to move you, which I’m sure you’re thrilled about,” her nurse went on, picking up Riza’s chart.  “But that’ll be a few more hours.  So sit tight.  Have another nap, maybe.”

Riza didn’t go back to sleep.  She held polite conversation with the nurses and doctors who popped in and out, and wished, idly, that she could have visitors.  It was as hectic in the urgent care ward as her nurse had claimed, though, every bed filled and patients being turned out as soon as they were stable enough to be passed onto some other ward.  It made her eye the IV bag with a fresh level of appreciation for her condition, to know that they had kept her there anyway.

It was possible, of course, that they had kept her in urgent care because they’d been reluctant to let someone directly involved with saving the country get lost in the shuffle.

“How do you feel?” her nurse asked as she unhooked the IV bag and replaced it with something that she’d casually identified as a banana bag, which was a bridge too far for Riza’s limited medical vocabulary.

“I feel fine,” Riza said.  She was still a bit dazed and light-headed, but her heartbeat didn’t hurt in the thin skin of her temples and throat anymore, so.  “Much better.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No,” Riza said with a bit of a grin.  “I’m stubborn, not stupid.”

“Good answer.  I’ve been given orders to take you to long-term care, where they’ve apparently managed to clear a bed for you.  Shared room, but everywhere except urgent care is sharing right now.  You’re right down the hall from those two boys, I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear it."

"The Elric brothers?  How are they?”

“Well, one of them’s had about a dozen bits of metal pulled out of his shoulder and the other one can’t stand up without falling down in a heap, from what I hear, but you’d think they’d both won the lottery from the way everyone who talks to them comes away grinning like an idiot.  Oh, no ma’am you are getting in this wheelchair,” her nurse added sharply when Riza started to stand.  “I’ve been on shift for twenty-three hours, you don’t want to fight me on this one.”

Riza considered the look on her nurse’s face for a moment, and nodded.  “Fair enough.”  Once she had been bundled unceremoniously into the chair, she asked, “Has everyone here been working since the battle?”

“Yes,” the nurse said without hesitation.  “Some of us have been here almost thirty-six hours, if they were working before it started.  We’ll start sending them home at the forty-hour mark, probably, assuming nothing else goes wrong before then.”

Shaking her head, Riza said, “We always have the easy part, don’t we.  Soldiers, I mean.  We just break things and wait for you to put them back together.”

“Sometimes,” her nurse said, quiet and considering.  “But from what I’ve seen outside, no one had the easy part today.  Come on.”

They made their way through the hospital in silence.

“All right,” her nurse said brightly as they stopped at a door.  “Here we go, Major.”

“I’m a lieutenant,” Riza was saying as her nurse opened the door.

“Actually, you’ve been promoted,” Roy said from his bed, turning blindly toward the door and smiling.  His hands were bandaged, although not heavily, and there was an inexplicable stack of books already taking up residence on the table at his elbow.  He looked, not to put too fine a point on it, absolutely terrible.  “I said they couldn’t take my assistant away when they made me Brigadier General.”

“Sir,” Riza said, a rush of relief making the word raw.  Roy’s smile softened a little at her tone.

“How are you feeling, Major?” he asked.  He blinked quickly a few times, as if to clear his vision, and Riza felt something in her chest wrench--she’d gotten so used to the regard of those dark, cunning eyes, for most of her life between his time as her father’s student and Ishval and her time as his second.  Now his eyes were clouded to grey, and his unfocused gaze was pointed just over her shoulder, not quite pinpointing her face at the distance.

“Better, sir,” she said, her voice steady.  Her nurse wheeled her over to the bed and helped her up, and offered her a smile and a wink before departing with the chair.  Riza waited for the door to close before she untangled herself from the bed and wheeled her IV stand along with her to Roy’s bed.  “What about you?”

“Sit down, before you fall down,” Roy said sharply, and Riza made a dismissive noise, but she did as she was told and settled carefully on the edge of his bed.  “How’s your throat?”

“Much better,” she said.  “Ms. Chang didn’t quite get all of the damage, but it probably won’t even scar.”  

Roy reached out carefully and bumped into her shoulder, then tracked his fingers up until he encountered the square of gauze taped over the last of what had once been a mortal wound.  “Good,” he said.  Riza held very still, feeling his fingers tremble against the bandage and the thin skin of her throat.  “I--good.”

“You did the right thing, sir,” Riza said firmly.  “No matter what might have happened, you did the right thing.”

He made a sound that could have been a laugh, or at least an attempt at one, and his hand dropped from her throat to rest on the bed near her knee.  “I thought I’d finally gotten you killed."

“Well, sir, with all due respect, I’m perfectly capable of getting my own self killed,” Riza said, a touch of humor in her tone.  Roy tried to smile at her.  “Really, sir, how are you feeling?  You look exhausted.”  She reached up thoughtlessly and stopped herself just short of touching his cheek, pale and drawn with sleepless circles under his eyes.  Letting her hand drop, she asked,  “Have you slept at all?”

He pressed his lips together, but there was only a moment’s pause before he admitted, “No.  I’ve been--worrying.”

“About?”

“What isn’t there to worry about,” he said frankly.  “The country’s a wreck.  Your grandfather is taking the throne, obviously, and he seems to have it pretty well in hand, but I’m sure we’re going to be rooting out corruption for the next ten years.  And everyone’s having to face the reality of Ishval--I’ve been reading up, or rather making the others read me up, so I think we can be useful there.  And,” he said reluctantly, “I’ve been worrying about you.  No visitors in urgent care until things are under control there.”

“I did notice that there was suddenly another unit of blood from a mysterious O-positive donor,” Riza said calmly.  “Marked for my particular use.  Aren’t you O-positive, General?”

She watched calmly as Roy’s exhaustion-grey cheeks slowly colored, until he was blushing as red as he ever had as a schoolboy.

That night, once the nurse--almost deliriously happy to have Roy rendered mostly compliant--had turned off the light, Riza dozed lightly and listened to Roy’s breathing to her right, deep and steady, calming.

When he startled awake with a cry strangled on his lips, she blinked open her eyes and murmured, “It’s okay.  It’s all over.  We’re okay.”

“Riza,” he said, and she didn’t need to ask what he had seen.

“I’m fine, Roy,” she said, shifting onto her back.  She could see the shadow of his hand in the dark, reaching through the barred support of the bed toward her, like they had from time to time in Ishval.

Their beds were just close enough that she could lace her fingers through his and squeeze.

“It’s all over,” she repeated, holding onto his hand.  

“I know,” he said quietly, and squeezed back.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #otp: you're useless in the rain #starlight writes stuff #uh...3k later..... #i did finally get to the actual hospital bed thing but i just #talked about a bunch of other stuff first #i've written so much warm and fluffy shit for this series i'll probably go into anaphylaxis any minute now #because this is VERY warm and fluffy #also featuring: medical history inaccuracies made with full cognizance of their inaccuracy #this is TOO ADVANCED medically for--what--1918-ish setting? #but not like IRRATIONALLY so i just bumped them like a decade forward in terms of blood transfusions #also hawkeye would NOT have been bumped from icu that fast but i'm taking some liberties based on the massive number of casualties #clearing beds is absolutely top priority in those circumstances #also featuring the WORST thing about medical people writing fic: 'romantic symbolism about blood types exists right?????' #in which hawkeye can't donate blood to mustang but he can donate to her #well i'm done here i guess #also i stated in another thing that hawkeye was promoted to captain to serve as brig-general mustang's aide #have since found out she would be a major #sorry about that #fixed it here #probably won't fix it there because i don't care that much #i should probably put this on ao3 #idiot teenagers with a queue #sroloc elbisivni #asked and answered

[franeridart]

Where you going for a shark girl and lava boy mirror for the kids

Nope, they were based on Bakugou and Kirishima themselves. Now the real question is, has Horikoshi based Kirishima and Bakugou on shark boy and lava girl? That’s a question I got no answer to, though.

Anon said:That smiling Sero... my heart... can’t take it. You contribute so much to the BNHA fandom... I appreciate you, I appreciate you so much. Thank you, it’s great, all of it is so good

I wouldn’t say I contribute much at all, honestly lol just doodles, but I’m glad you like them! :D

Anon said:Jeez-la-wheeze

...?

Anon said:The comic strip of Baku exposing Kiri's black roots made my day. I now use it too cheer me up.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad people are still somehow finding that one hahaha 

Anon said:I'm. So. That comic w the kids was so lovely it's one of my fave things EVER I love how u portrayed them it was so so perfect but. I ran out of tags for the first time bc I was rambling about it so much. That's. how much I love it bless u for my life jfghjghfj

;O; thank you so so much!!!!!! I’m super glad you liked it that much!!! ;A;

Anon said:I LOVE SEEING THE KIDS HELL YEAH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D glad to hear that!!!

Anon said:I feel like That one meme comic would fit the Baku and Kiri fam well the one where someone would swear and the other person with cover the ears of the innocent with a >:O face then the innocent would swear and >:O would beat he crap out of the peep who taught them

Lmao but to be fair considering how Mitsuki is and how Bakugou turned out, I would find it hard to believe if at least one of the kids didn’t end up swearing haha

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art so much and I just want to wish you happy holidays!!!!

Thank you!!!!! I hope you’ll have great holidays too!!!

Anon said:I really like the kid characters you created they are really cool! (In your opinion which kid is closer to kiri and Baku? I have a mini head cannon about it but I would like to know your thoughts!!) I would love to see more of them when ever you feel in the mood to draw them!! :) love all of you work you are consistent and talented and I really enjoy checking your page to see all the new art you post!!

Thank you for liking them!!!! And hmmmmmmmmmmm let’s say that Mako’s closer to Kiri and Tai to Baku, but not by much - a bit because Mako’s a high energy type of kid and Kiri has energy to spare always, a bit because Tai is the quiet type and Baku’s good at keeping him busy and entertained with things in his comfort zone, but also because back when they adopted Mako Bakugou was... really scared he would fuck it up so Mako ended up growing closer to Kiri first, and because when they adopted Tai Baku was the only one he for sure wasn’t gonna accidentally hurt with his quirk so he grew closer to Baku first. Bakugou’s also better at keeping calm and working out what’s the problem when the kids cry (surprisingly) (Kirishima more often than not ends up crying with them) so since Tai gets easily overwhelmed he seeks him out often - ah well, in general they’re all really close, but, yeah. This is how it is.

Anon said:Were those Kirishimas scars???

They were! I came up with the design after he got hurt but before Hori implied he got no permanent damage, so Rappa’s fight influenced it!

Anon said:YOU DREW MORE KIDS OMG IM FUCKING DYING. IM CRYING. YOU MADE MY NIGHT. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THESE KIDS YOU CREATED AND THIS AU I'M SO GLAD TO SEE MORE OF THEM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOU'RE A BLESSINGGGGG!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Anon said:I did ask how the kids were doing!! Yay I love seeing them! They're great!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad to know I didn’t imagine that ask then hahaha

Anon said:I just noticed that Bakugou is playing with Kirishima's foot in that one photo where he's just talking to help keep Kiri's mind off Bad Shit, and omg it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen? Just how adorably comfortable and casual they are together and gahhhhh I love them so much

;O; glad you caught and liked that!!!

Anon said:not to be controversal but uhh do you like mp100 or are you full bnha :0

lmao I’m the furthest thing from full bnha you’re gonna find anon, I’m in way too many fandoms honestly, I just happen to always end up drawing bnha lately lol I did post a couple of mp100 things before, tho they’re p old by now :O

Anon said:Consider - minamomojirou

I still don’t understand minamomo tho :O

Anon said:Dude I'm like...legit in love with your art style it's so GOOD it makes me wanna stare at any of your drawings for like. My whole life

*sobs* thank you so much???? ;;;;;

Anon said:The sad paramores make me sad. ;-;

I’m sorry ;-; (.......... that was sort of they purpose tho :0)

Anon said:Idk if this is weird or not, but I love how you draw feet. Like they looks so nice? And I just??? Is it odd to think someone draws feet nice?

I don’t think it’s odd at all! Thank you!!! :D

Anon said:i have a hc that kirishima is from a foster home and at some point fatgum finds this out and is like 'this child is mine now ' and adopts him. he even gets permission to come to the dorms and ask kiri for permission only to watch the mofo cartwheel down the hallway and crash into a wall yelling 'IVE GOT A DAD' happy hugs ensue

That a good headcanon!!!! A pure one!!!! A warm one!!!!! We do know he’s at least got a mom, tho :0

Anon said:Your art always puts a little smile on my face and brightens my day up! Thank you for sharing it with us :)

!!! Thank you for liking it!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I'm not sure if you remember, but a couple weeks ago I asked you about your process making comics! I finally had time to sit down and draw following a similar procedure you described, deciding to start drawing my ideas out on a huge canvas like you do, and I'm AMAZED at how much easier it is to draw on a huge canvas rather than trying to figure out how to lay out panels on individual smaller pages. Thank you so much for explaining your procedure, it helped me out a lot and I-- (1/2)

-- ended up making a comic that I'm actually pleased with for once! (2/2)

OHHHHHHHHHH you’re most welcome!!!!! I’m so glad to hear that actually helped you out!!!!!! :D !!!!!!!

Anon said:The way you seem to have so much fun drawing has inspired me to start drawing, too! I'm pretty shit at it atm but I keep thinking about this thing you said one tine about how it's awesome how one creates something out of nothing when one draws (no matter what the drawing looks like), and that helps me go on! So!! Thanks!!!!!

IT’S TRUE!!!! IT’S AMAZING!!!! YOU’RE AMAZING!!!!!!! I hope you’re having as much fun with your art as you can manage, anon!!!!! *O*

Anon said:Your bakusquad doodles give me life, who do you consider to be the Squad Mom out of the lot?

.....................it’s Bakugou, isn’t it (and thank you so much!!)

Anon said:Ah! I love all your art (even the fandoms I'm not a part of and all your OCs!) I also really like your headcanons and opinions so I have a quick question: Do you have any specific or persisting (as I'm sure it could change a lot) headcanons on what the BNHA kiddos will look like as pros?

I don’t, actually! :O I do hope Aoyama will do something about the lack of redirectors for his laser to his hands, and I ALSO would love for Kaminari to get some close-range weapon (anything metal would work for him, really, but I’ve been thinking tonfas lately 👀), but aside from that I’m all up in Horikoshi’s hands! I hope he’ll make me see cool updates to Bakugou’s costume with this new arc, actually :O didn’t get to see him fighting all that much, during the license exam!

Anon said:Hiya! I really like your art and all, and since I'm on mobile, I normally save it in my phone. Is that okay? I don't repost it anywhere at all! I just like keeping it so I can enjoy your art. I really hope you don't mind because I never claim anything against of or use it for unnecessary stuff. Thanks!! 💞💞 also I really love your art like yes

That’s fine by me!!! Thank you for liking my stuff enough to give up archiviation space in your phone for it hahaha

#fran answers #there's short talk about the krbk kids in this #writing it out here more for myself to find it later really lololol #anonymous