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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Tʜᴇ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Wᴏʀᴅs | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!sully!reader

➜ Warnings: kissing, fluff, not properly proof read.

➜ Word Count: 0.9k

➜ Notes: Thank you for 300??? Like this is honestly insane, I appreciate all the love I’ve received for this mini series, y’all are amazing! Please tell me if I forgot any warnings, and a reminder that my inbox is always open for asks!

Also I feel like this is kinda bad...anyways enjoy <3

Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2 | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Aonung watched from afar as you handed the necklace to Tsireya, a shy smile on your face as she took it from you and examined it happily. She pulled you into a hug with a bright smile, thanking you profusely and complementing your work before tying it around her neck.

A sense of jealousy bubbled within the boy as he watched the friendly exchange. Since when had you been friends? Let alone friends close enough to gift each other things.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that you were gifting things to a practical stranger while shoving him - someone who you knew and had showed very obvious romantic interest in you, or at least to his standards - was being shoved aside.

He turned away, unable to watch as Tsireya ran her fingers across the finely woven thread and handpicked stones that sat on her neck and walked away.

Aonung made many more little check-ins on you in the next few days, often times his time was cut short by his own jealousy or sorrow. He was following you around like a lost puppy and although he would never admit it, in the short time you had stopped speaking to him, he had actually come to miss you. You’d been on his mind constantly as he tried to figure out how to fix his actions and make up for his harsh words from the other night.

“Hey are you even listening?” Rotxo asked as he stopped, planting his feet in the sand and looking at Aonung.

“What- Yeah of course I am!” Aonung responded, lying straight to his teeth to his bestfriend. He'd only been half listening to Rotxo as he talked about his latest village ‘adventures’. Rotxo opened his mouth to argue that he really hadn't been, when they were interrupted by a body colliding with Aonung. Aonung looked down, a glare set on his face as he got ready to spit venom at whoever had just bumped into him, only for the words to hitch in his throat as he saw who it was.

That was the other thing, ever since your argument with Aonung, he had been on edge, tense and extra mean. He’d begun picking on your brothers even more, waving off his friends and getting angry over the smallest of things. The boy just didn’t know how to handle losing someone over his own stupidity, and it was eating at him.

“i’m sorr-” you began to apologize, looking up but you cut yourself off as you saw it was him. Your face fell, jerking your hands back from his torso like he’d burned you and glaring at him. He just stared down at you blankly, unsure of what to say or do – he always felt unsure around you. Suddenly the air felt thick as the two of you stared at each other. Rotxo was quick to pick up on the tension that now surrounded the two of you like an aura, mumbling something about needing to go help his father and running off.

“Y/N...” Aonung started, and immediately you were pushing past him, refusing to waste your time on another of his bullshit apologies. He grabbed your arm, preventing you from running of and forcing you took look at his pleading gaze and your resolve crumbled. No matter how mad you were at him, your heart still seemed to be in the palm of his hands.

“What?” you seethed, yanking your arm out of his grasp, “Are you here to tell me how ridiculous I’m being again?” he shook his head, casting his gaze to the ground and swallowing his pride as he prepared himself to be transparent with you.

“I just – I just really miss you.” He looked guilty and regretful as he spoke, he even sounded genuine. For a moment you wanted to put it all behind you and forgive him because you’d missed him too. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your thoughts and steeling yourself. He didn’t deserve forgiveness after what he’d done.

“Aonung I already told yo-” he sighed in frustration, mumbling curses to himself. Reaching out, he grabbed you by your forearm and pulled you into him. You stumbled forward, hands placing themselves on his chest, you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing and looking up only to be cut off as he captured your lips with his. Your eyes widened in surprise as he kissed you, your brain short circuiting as you froze.

Only when you began to feel him pull away did you come back to your sense, slipping your eyes shut and moving a hand to cup his face and pull him back down to kiss him back. He smiled into the kiss, placing his hands onto your waist as he kissed you. Hips molding against yours in a slow flurry of passion, each kiss hotter than the last until he was biting at your bottom lip gently, and then letting it go with a wet ‘pop’ as you pulled away with a small smile.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Aonung spoke,

“You still mad at me?” he asked, and you nodded with a hum,

“Very.”

“I’m really sorry, I just didn’t know how to show you I liked you so I picked on you and I just took it to far, and I have no idea what you're going through but whatever it is I want to be there for you,” he said with a sigh, sincerity evident in his voice as he poured his heart out to you.

“You could have just told me like a normal person,” you snipped in amusement.

“Yeah...” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’ll make it up to you though. I swear.” You nodded in agreement, placing a hungry kiss against his lips as you mumbled,

“Let’s finish this first.”

@oomietopia@iam-mentally-unstable@yeosxxx@heartueheartue@lola-bunn1@eywas-heir@sseleniaa@shebeast7121scared@a-romantic-twst

#adrunkskeletonsduck #x reader #avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #aonung x y/n #aonung x you #avatar twow #Aonung fic #fluff #avatar fic #avatar

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phantomrose96 · 8 months

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I remember a while ago a post (I think from you) about ask culture dying and was reminded of it because I saw the spider post followed very quickly by you answering as ask that was clearly prompted by your post- would you say you get asks / check your asks very often? I feel like in the 2018 era big blogs had to make blanket statements of like “I probably won’t see your ask bc I get like a hundred a day” but I guess it really has kind of died off.

Not sure I’m asking anything specific here beyond curious if you’ve got any more opinions on that topic regarding ask culture and stuff?

Yeah, ask volume on tumblr has ABSOLUTELY dropped off. Some people have pointed out that tumblr finally adding (well, fixing) replies filled a niche which was previously occupied by sending asks. But in general sending asks is absolutely way less common.

For a number of years I had a sentence in my bio that included one of those "if I don't respond to your ask sorry! just know I probably saw it and it made me happy." because there WERE a lot of asks. An "I can't keep up with this number." (I don't ever delete asks, they would just go guiltily unanswered lol) and currently there are 16,132 asks in my inbox. The vast majority of those are from like 2013-2018. I'd often go on a spree trying to answer a chunk of them, but usually that would prompt more people to send asks (which was fun) since they saw you answering asks. But also it was a losing game since like for every 2 asks answered there were 4 more. Nowadays I feel like I maybe get like, on average 1 ask a day? More if I've done something that prompts the sending of asks, but still never a ton.

I don't care overly-much about it, since tumblr is not a serious thing and change is inevitable. But I am nostalgic for it. It made things feel a lot more communicative and collaborative. Especially in fandom spaces.

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utilitycaster · 3 months

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I will say the current discourse becomes a lot funnier when you remember that Imogen suggested to and in front of Laudna (she did it more than once!) potentially siding the Vanguard AFTER one of them murdered her in cold blood just to get a rise out of Imogen -

- and *somehow* that hasn’t had the lasting impact on fandom that Orym fucking nodding at Laudna as she kills someone who just tried to murder them has?

Truly, bowlgate could *never*.

Hey anon,

Honestly while this is all very speculative and based on the relatively small cross-section of the fandom I see, as a person who will not touch Reddit and barely checks Twitter, the Orym and Laudna stuff feels cut from the same cloth as Bowlgate.

For reasons I cannot accurately pinpoint, though I have my theories, since I started watching and joined the fandom with the start of C2 there seem to have been people - maybe the same people, maybe there's been turnover - who have decided any interaction Marisha and Liam's characters have that isn't clearly entirely amicable (and some that are) is in fact an act of hostility. This has always baffled me, given that in Campaigns 1 and 2 they played characters who are particularly close, and that in Campaign 3 Liam's character is very much in homage to Keyleth. Insofarasmuch as I know the lives of the cast (ie, I don't), they seem to be extremely good friends, and from what I see at the table they have remarkably similar styles, a shared love of character conflict, and excellent chemistry (platonic or romantic). It has never made sense to me how intensely some people pit them against each other, either as Beau and Caleb or as Laudna and Orym, particularly when Marisha and Liam have never seemed to have even an ounce of rancor towards each other.

It feels very much born out of the "the only way to be a good character (or fan) is to be entirely deferential to my personal favorite character" mentality, and I've always found that mentality to be...deeply sad, honestly. I've said before that it baffles me that people watch a show with an ensemble cast of 7 players and act repulsed and offended when it's not a solo act. And for a fandom for a show where we just, demonstrably, treated a 3.5 hour episode as "unexpectedly short?" That is a huge amount of time to sink into something where you are miserable every minute that Laudna, or Marisha (or whoever your favorite character or actor is) isn't in the spotlight and leading the charge and given the royal treatment - let alone to watch CR with what appears to be an assumption that nearly everyone else at the table is actively out to undermine your favorite actor. That sounds exhausting and painful, and once I started thinking about that it made much more sense how vile and bitter these comments about an extremely mild choice from Liam and Orym is; because it's not really about Orym. It's about the nature of the show itself, which has always been the case and is unlikely to change. It might be other long-untended resentments as well. I'm reminded, tangentially, of how when I was frustrated with FCG as a character early on, I'd occasionally get people piling on in my inbox for utterly unrelated criticisms not of FCG but of Sam as a player that I found really offputting and which often made me pretty uncomfortable.

I do wonder if these people are not just upset that Orym (and Liam) are simply present; but if they are also frustrated with other things - perhaps with the campaign generally, or perhaps with Laudna herself - that they are afraid to admit they feel given how much they have staked their identity on their fandom preferences. Which again, sounds terribly lonely and draining and something to be pitied, irritating as it is for the rest of us.

Anyway, I think the best thing for everyone in the fandom not trapped in that particular mire of bad faith, cognitive dissonance, and curdled resentment to do is move on. I actually found it really heartening how many people on my post about Laudna's anger at Orym being entirely about the power from the siphon and nothing personal to Orym were like "until I saw this post it did not even occur to me that there was another interpretation of this scene." I certainly haven't been as good about this as I'd like to be, but I've really been trying as of late to approach the above paranoid reading mentality by depriving it of oxygen. In addition to the interesting conflicts brewing, there's been some great lore drops as of late. How about that portal?

#answered #Anonymous #cr spoilers #long post

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mossymandibles · 8 months

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can you tell me about gen?

Sorry this took me so long, sometimes I forget to go back and check my inbox. Here’s a somehwat ‘official’ bio for her, under the cut. It has some more random stuff about her as well.

(I can’t seem to find what I’ve already answered for her, the organization here is balls and it gives me more incentive to make a separate space for character info)

She’s a child that Kraw has taken upon himself to look after ever since he found her aboard his fishing trawler while he was making a delivery run. She was scuttling about half wasted away by sun, starvation and other mysterious means.

As far as the more mundane stuff goes; Gen enjoys doodling, tagging any surface she can get her hands on, beach visits, creepy crawlers, and spicy, pungent food. She also enjoys taking apart stuff to see how it works, she’s very much a tactile learner.

Kraw notices that she seems to have a slight case of agoraphobia.

When he first had her aboard, she would often sleep in the engine room of the boat because the cramped spaces and sounds were comforting to her, probably reminding her of the city.

She also often has stomach problems, due to nerves. Kraw usually keeps saltine crackers or ginger ale on hand for her.

She has a knack for animals too, often trying to keep pets despite Kraw’s protests. This interest helped her get used to staying with Sylvaine at times whenever Kraw had to make longer trips and wouldn’t take her along at first, since Sylvaine has plenty of interesting creatures around. Gen would rather spend time learning about them rather than on her usual homework. This interest grows when she starts helping Kraw out with fishing more, seeing all the different creatures of the ocean and all.

Despite her having rambunctious, trouble-making tendencies, she shows high intelligence and fast learning capabilities, not that she enjoys sitting and exercising that ability very often. Kraw would notice her quickly getting a good grasp on the boat engine’s inner workings whenever she has to help with such things, since he can’t really fit in the engine room. She has her own names for the parts and jstuff that she made up.

The growth taking up the right half of her face was thought to be a fungus of some sort, assuming that she was a ‘Myce’ or of a fungal fae type race. It turned out she was a newer generation of human. The growth was an inexplicable calcification that Gen said she woke up with after “seeing the eye”. Kraw and Sylvaine were able to gather that she was originally from Piranesi’s Fever; a huge, industrial type city which was built outside the citadel surrounding the impact site of the celestial body. Gen seems to have little to say, or refuses to say, much about it.

She appears to be about 7 or 8 when Kraw finds her (although sometimes I draw her around 11) but nothing is really known about the newer generations of humans born under the Ladder’s jurisdiction. They are thought to be more affected by the isolated biome created by the rotting celestial body. There’s lots of speculation about what Gen is capable of exactly. Despite Sylvaine’s burning curiosity, Kraw refuses to let her run any tests since he’s taken Gen under his wing. He doesn’t want her to feel like a science experiment and he thinks she seems to be doing fine and wants to believe the growth is just a cosmetic thing. He’s kind of in denial, even with obvious signs from Gen’s occasional strange temper outbursts.

Here’s a wip of her from a comic I got in the works. Before her eye was mangled :0

#asks #gen #gen asks #character lore #i guess I don’t use tags right or something but my archive seemed confusing as well so idk

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ahedderick · 1 year

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Is it paranoid if . . ?

An older friend of mine, whose children are grown with children of their own, visited me today. While we were having a Really Nice walk through the valley and admiring the spring flowers, I ended up telling her about several school stories dating back to when my son was in high school.

It all started with me checking his grades online on the school’s website quite near the end of the year. He had a B in biology, which I was happy with. So imagine my distress when the marking period ended and he got a D. When I looked at the website, there were several assignments from a month or more previous that were listed as ‘missing.’ Those zeros dropped his grade substantially. However - I KNEW there had been no ‘missing’ assignments when I checked the week before. I was furious that I had no way to PROVE that something fishy was going on . . and decided to start taking screenshots of grades for both kids for all classes going forward.

That ended up coming in handy twice for my daughter. In one case, when I saw her grade drop (again from a B to a D) right at the end of the marking period, I emailed the teacher right away. I let her know I had a screenshot of all the assignments and grades as of a certain recent date. She wrote me back to say that a poor grade on a quiz had caused the drop (uh, no), too bad. Then she immediately fixed whatever ‘error’ had caused the problem, and the grade went back up. If I hadn’t had the screenshot - I certainly wouldn’t have been able to resolve the problem.

For my son in college, he literally took a photo of himself putting an assignment into a teacher’s inbox (with their room number in the picture) at one point. When the teacher said he had not turned it in, he provided the photo and - miraculously - the teacher found the missing assignment. ah ha-ha! no worries!

Later, when he transferred from community college to regular uni, we drove to campus and handed the admissions staff his transcript in person instead of mailing or emailing it. A few days later, when they said they didn’t have it - I reminded them that we had literally put it in their hands. Miraculously - they found it! Right away! What the actual . .

So I’ve spent years saving receipts, taking screenshots, meticulously documenting stuff, and teaching the kids to do the same. It is unreal - and unreasonable - how often that has been necessary. And my friend, who also had two kids go through school, said she’d NEVER had anything like that happen. She was just boggled. I have to wonder. Am I under a curse? Does bad luck attend my family unusually closely? why meEEeeee?!

I just took about 8 screenshots of (the very long list of) Son’s ecology grades. I hope I don’t need them - but if I do . . .

#school #momblr #student #teenager #I HAVE RECEIPTS

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busycloudy · 10 months

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Request Are Closed

"Oh? I didn't expect to see anyone this high in the sky. Well, care to stick around with this lonely cloud?~"

Heya! I'm BusyCloudy, but you can call me Cloudy! My pronouns are she/her,but I'm fine with any pronouns. My age will not be revealed anytime soon. Although,I will say I'm a minor! This account is used for my fanfics. If you want to speak with me about anything else or wanna see my drawings tag/go to @cheezy-moon please!

More Things About Me: My Interest include drawing, writing, and obv Twisted Wonderland. My favorite characters are the Octotrio, Lilia, Ruggie, and Chenya. I love otters and possums also! My birthday is September 27th, and my favorite color is purple!

----------------------------------- ☁️MC will always go by they/them pronouns in my fanfics unless requested otherwise. Although, as I am not a male myself, I won't be good at writing a male MC, so it's more like a they/them MC or a female MC.

☁️I write sfw fanfics only and that will never change!(I can barely even read nsfw fanfics tbh) So when requesting, sfw only please!

☁️I'll do slightly angsty fanfics, but just know I'm inexperienced with it, as I mainly write fluff/crack!

Events!

100 Follower Event!(Closed)

RULES:

☁️Fandoms I write for: Twisted Wonderland... that's it at the moment. ☁️I don't write nsfw as I'm not comfortable writing that type of fanfiction and just simply don't know how to write it. I mainly write fluff and crack fanfics, and as stated above I also wanna start writing angst, but do know I'm inexperienced with it! ☁️Be kind. It's that simple. I don't expect to have issues with this, but just a reminder! ☁️If you sent something in my ask box/inbox and I don't respond, you're not being ignored! I might just have forgotten to check or I'm busy at the moment!(Or I'm working on it) I will delete a request if I won't write for it, but please don't take it personally! ☁️I will take a long time writing for request or just writing things in general (as you can see with The Love Potion series) so please be patient with me!

I'm Called BusyCloudy For a Reason:

Unfortunately, I still have to go to school, meaning I'll have less time to write. I will work on things Saturdays and Sundays (Maybe Fridays), but I probably won't post fanfics those days very often since it takes me a while to think of things. I'll try my best tho!

Masterlist Tags! @silvers-numberonefan Kei! @eynnwwyjth Faye! @dove-da-birb Dove!/ Dovey! @i-like-forgs Ryo! @angelhairpastawithherbs Angelhair! @red-viewe Red! @twistwonderlanddevotee Sophia! @citrusitonit Citrus! @queen-shiba Shiba! @duskymrel Dusky! @the-banana-0verlord Lilian!/Banana-Overlord! @krenenbaker Krenenbaker!/Henry! @minty-bubblegum Minty! (I'm aware not everyone is tagged, this is under construction and I'm very tired) Anons: 🍳Anon(move over to @cheezy-moon, and talk to me when you've done so please!) Hashtags: #☁️cloudy's events⁠☆- When I am doing an event. #☁️cloudy writes⁠☆- Fanfiction, HC's, ect, that I write

#☁️cloudy's events⁠☆#☁️cloudy writes⁠☆

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jokerownsmysoul · 1 month

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🥘What wip are you most excited about? 🥺👉👈 🐌💗

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, girl 🥹 I should check my inbox more often 🙈 I know it is obvious and silly, but I start saying that every wip I have makes me very much excited, everything I create is my baby, whether is a drawing or a story 🥹💙 I've always considered my creations as my babies; I love them all the same amount 🤎 that being said, I do have some wips that I really can't wait to finish. What makes the difference I guess, is that some of the things I create come from a place of my heart that is a little deeper than the other places, and touch specific strings of my heart with different notes. 🥹 The soulmate AU piece is definitely one of them 💙💙 I've started writing it in 2020, yet it's far from being finished 🥲 I care about it a lot and I want it to be as magical as my heart imagines it. Another wip that means a lot to me that's starting to get a little old, tells about Arthur coming back home from Arkham, and I really hope that I'll be able to finish it soon. 💙 I think the stories that are inspired by my dreams I had in the past and that I wanted to turn into pieces, are also included. The dreams I have of Arthur are very special to me and I love when I dream about things that inspire me to write. 🥹

These are the pieces that came to my mind when I saw this ask, but if I keep thinking about it I'll find many other wips I could mention. 😂 I hope my performanc anxiety and my perfectionism will be kinder to myself in the future so I will be able to finish these stories without too much pressure on myself 💙 I try my best to remind myself that this only happens because of how much I care about my writing. I'll be extremely happy and content with myself when I'll get them done! 🥹

Writing ask game

#Thank you for the ask bb ��🫂#Tally-kiza #Ask game #Writing ask game

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rainbowsky · 1 year

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My Masterlist Post

I've been getting a lot of questions lately that are covered in past posts. Just a reminder to everyone that I have a masterlist post you can browse to see some of the topics I've previously covered. There's also a BXG Glossary of key fandom concepts.

If you ask a question that I've already covered, I'm just going to be going to my masterlist post to find my previous post about it. That's something you could (should) be doing yourself.

It's always best to thoroughly explore those past posts before sending in an ask, not just because it saves me time, but also because when you already have a grasp on the basics you will be able to ask much more well-informed questions that will help get you to the details you're most interested in.

I also often skip those basic questions I've already covered (due to time limitations), so there's a good chance that your question won't get answered at all unless you've done some background on the topic first by browsing through my masterlist post.

You can also use the search function to find things, and explore the tags on my posts (you need to do both of those things from the main page of my blog or else you'll also get other people's content from all over Tumblr, and not just my own).

No shade on anyone who has asked basic questions lately - my inbox is open to everyone - I just want to make y'all aware of these things because I think you might find it very helpful.

Here are a few topics recently asked about that are covered in my masterlist post:

What is a supertopic? (also check out my glossary)

Why didn’t DD make a public statement about 2/27?

Why did GG and DD ignore each other on Weibo night?

Difficulty of such famous people having a relationship

Fake Rumors

GG and DD and long distance relationships

#masterlist post #ask

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panicatthefandomboy · 3 months

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Happy scam email panic day everyone!

Just, be me, (easily scared and rather gullible🫠😇)

Find a "pegasus virus warning mail" in my spam inbox. (Dafuq is this🧐)

Somehow it is send by what looks to be my own account. (Wait what the hell😶)

It even mentions what i believed to be my password (turned out it was a old one i've switched out of 2+ times😬🤔)

It mentions some interresting video's being made of me. (Oh lord, but at best they see only my face, i know my camera angles🥵🤯💀💀)

Warns about me having 2 days to pay up or the video get's send to everyone in my contacts, 1450$ in bitcoins (oh crap i don't even have that😵‍💫)

Wait hold up that was sent 7 days ago (i really need to check my mail more often🦥)

Try to log into the account through official site, see if/what devices are connected (go go inspector mode🧐)

At the same time running multiple types of antivirus on pc and phone (i'm fishing for whatever spy you claim to have on me🎣🤨)

Aaaand i have to go through 3 different security checks to even be able to login to my own account on my own device. 1 of them being a random authenticator code another being a direct text message. (Aint no way some scammer gets easy acces while i have to jump through three hoops🤣)

I'm outta my panic and laughing my ass off. (Thank you annoyingly overcomplicated login system. And thank you password reset for telling me i entered the wrong password, which was the one mentioned in the scam mail🤠👍)

Anyways, hope yall are having a great day and also remind yourself to change passwords every now and then, and don't panic!

#random #long post #scam email #dont get scammed kids

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infiniteimaginings · 6 days

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Hey guys,

so if you message me asking about anything related to writing and I tell you to give me a few days so i can research…

I will say “message me in a few days to check on it”. I say this because i do write notes everywhere about it, but I also am still writing for other requests and I have ADHD.

All in all to say, I’m going to forget to either tell you about the answer or to watch source material. I will do research, then put it off due to something else I forgot, and forget.

If I say, check back on this day or in a week or something, please do so, or send in a request/question through the inbox.

I check that thing everyday.

I’m human. I forget things more often than other writers on here might. But, I swear I’m trying, I just have a million thoughts and projects.

I try to remind myself, but it would be more helpful if you guys actually checked back in with me.

This was a little message because i was listing requests and suddenly saw a ton of notes about watching some source material and researching for people who message requested weeks ago but, none of them ever got back to me to formally ask for the request.

I hope this isn’t rude or expecting too much, I just wanted to explain that unfortunately my memory is awful when it comes to things I need to do. I want to do these things for you guys, I’m not trying to forget you guys, I don’t, but if I’m not reminded of it then I won’t remember until I see it again. Which would be, god knows when.

Thank you for hopefully understanding!

Love you!

#writing update

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andreafmn · 2 years

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Heartbeat - Chapter 3

Word Count: 3.7K

Story Description: (Y/N) Marks had no free time. From studying for med school, working her rounds for clinical, and the occasional babysitting her sisters sprung on her, she was all booked up. But none of that stopped her from aiding her sister and their best friends to rob a grocery store. She could have never guessed those couple of minutes would be enough to change her life forever or that it would lead to her meeting the man that would catalyze that shift.

Mood Board/Character Face Claim

Chapter: 3/?

Warnings: graphic mentions medical procedures and possible death, mentions of blood and violence

A/N: Had to repost chapter three for some reason. But, here it is. Give some love to this story, please 😬 I love it too much

If you enjoy my writing, I’ll also be posting them with original character inserts in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories. You can request at any time any story or one-shot you desire. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 3

“Before getting to what you need to do,” he licked his lips. “I’m gonna need to make sure you don’t got anything on you that can be used against me.”

“I have a bag full of medical equipment that could harm you,” she retorted. “Need I remind you I am here as a doctor. And if you contacted me, it’s because there is someone that needs medical attention.”

(Y/N) knew she was pushing her luck, but she had the upper hand at that moment. And she was going to play it.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little body check, (Y/N),” the man chuckled. “Or is there something you’re hiding from me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Then you won’t oppose to a little body search.”

“Fine.”

The girl set down her bag on the floor, spreading her arms and legs into a star pose. He neared her slowly, his eyes perusing her body like she was the last drop of water in the desert. The man stalked his prey, taking his time to drink in her image before placing his hands on her.

He started by the arms, making the hairs on her body stand upright, directing chills all over her veins. His hands were rough, a little calloused. He drove up her arms, kneading her skin softly through the long-sleeve T-shirt she had on. He landed on her shoulders before falling to the sides of her breasts, earning a strangled breath from (Y/N).

She had been holding her breath since she first felt his touch, but the closeness of his hands to such a sensitive area drew out an unconscious sound from within. (Y/N) felt his breath on her neck as he chuckled at her reaction. He was so close she wasn’t sure where his body stopped and hers began.

The man continued the search, sleuthing for something he knew was not there. The most dangerous weapon the girl had on her body was her smile – one glance of it and she could have whatever she wanted, not that he’d tell her.

They both knew he was toying with her, coming up with a baseless excuse to feel up her body. But neither minded much. If there was a speck of honesty between the pair, they would confess that they’d rather forget there was a person in need of medical help and engage in a more… physical activity.

A minute later, the man was standing in front of her. “I need to check the front too,” he said.

She nodded her head slowly and gulped loudly. His eyes never left hers, that cocky grin plastered on his face.

He repeated the same steps he’d done from behind. He started at her arms, slowing down on (Y/N)’s most sensitive spots – her chest, her hips, between her thighs. The only thing keeping her up was the knowledge that once he was done, she had to treat a patient.

“Well, Ms. Marks,” he cleared his throat. “It seems you were telling the truth.”

“You may be surprised, but I often do,” she retorted. “Now, can we go see if my patient is still alive?”

“I’m sure everything’s fine,” the man chuckled. “Someone would have already told me if they were dead.”

“I’m sorry, they?”

He motioned for her to follow him, and she scrambled to grab her bag. He led her down two corridors, ending up in front of a room with a closed door.

Behind, there was a scene (Y/N) wasn’t quite prepared for.

Five men, all with different emergencies, were loudly arguing about who was at fault for their injuries. The man with a knife in his leg was being yelled at by a man with a dislocated shoulder; the man with a deep laceration on his arm and chest was yelling at the man with a wound on his shoulder; another man with a wounded shoulder was yelling at all of them. The mix of Spanish and English had (Y/N)’s head spinning, unsure of where to start.

“Excuse me,” she managed to peep out. “Excuse me!”

“YO!” the man yelled out, earning complete silence from the room and their full attention. “The lady is speaking. Go ahead, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” she sighed. “I need to know what wounds I’m treating, and I’m gonna need a clean room to perform whatever procedures I need to.”

“Alright, you heard the lady,” he commanded. “Blaze, Philly, make sure the room next door is completely clean. Don’t want these fools getting an infection. Anything else, ma?”

“I’ll let you know if I need anything else,” she smiled before turning to the man she recognized from his visit to Beth’s house. She took out a notebook to create a makeshift patient intake form. “Alright, I need to know which wound I need to treat first. So, what am I dealing with here?”

“These two, GSW to the shoulder. The bullet went right through, no major arteries hit,” he started. “That one obviously has a knife sticking out of his leg. My guess is nothing major was hit, there wasn’t much of a bleed. The other one has deep lacerations on his arm, chest, and back – I think closing him up with a suture is fine. We were able to get everyone’s bleeding under control. And, obviously, there’s the dislocated shoulder.”

“You seem to know your stuff. Any medical training?”

“Nah, I just watch a lot of medical shows,” he shrugged.

(Y/N) made her way to the man with the knife stuck to his leg, the only one whose condition they weren’t certain of. “What’s your name, sir?”

“Do I look like a sir?” he spat aggressively.

“Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm down,” (Y/N) asserted herself. “Or I can deal with everyone else and leave you to possibly bleed out right here. It’s your choice.”

“It’s Francis,” he grumbled. “My name is Francis Kirk.”

“Alright, Francis. I’m student doctor Marks,” she smiled forcefully. “Since you were wounded to right now, has there been any massive bleeding in the area?”

“No,” he groaned.

“Okay, that’s a good sign.” (Y/N) then called out to the room. “Do any of you know how big the blade on this knife is?”

“It’s four and a half inches,” the man with the dislocated shoulder answered. “Can I get it back when it’s out of this fool?”

“Okay, that’s deep enough that it may have nicked an artery,” she spoke to herself. “Twitch, I’m gonna need to check on his leg here. Move everyone else to the sterile room. I’m gonna need your help here in case the knife did pierce through an artery. I’m certain you guys want to keep this out of the hospital. So, I need your boss to know that if it did get that deep, and I’m not able to cauterize that vein in time, he could die.”

“I’ll let him know,” Twitch scrambled. “Okay, guys, let’s go to the next room.”

As everyone left what (Y/N) could only make out as a storage room for… Christmas wrapping paper, Francis started fidgeting. She could tell he was worried about the reason behind everyone’s departure. But what worried her was that he was beginning to show signs of going into shock – clammy and pale skin, rapid breathing, and his eyes were looking frantically around as if he was dizzy.

“Francis, I’m gonna need you to keep very still, okay?” (Y/N) instructed as she pulled out sterile gloves from her bag before checking the man’s pulse. “The knife is deep enough that it could have nicked an artery and I need to act quickly if it did.”

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die,” he breathed out. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I, Dr. Marks?”

“Not if I can help it,” (Y/N) tried to ease. “I’m gonna need you to lay down, okay? And remember, try not to move too much.”

“The room’s spinning, doc,” Francis panicked as she helped him lay down. “I can’t… I can’t breathe.”

“HEY! I need someone in here!” (Y/N) called out to anyone. Francis was losing consciousness and there was a possibility he could stop breathing. She needed to ensure that the knife didn’t move even a millimeter more. “Francis, I’m gonna need you to stay with me now. Keep those eyes open.”

“I can’t, doc,” he slurred. “They’re so hea…”

As Francis started to flutter his eyes closed, his boss burst through the doors, Twitch following behind.

“What’s going on?” he worried. “Francis was fine.”

“He’s gone into shock,” (Y/N) explained. “I’m gonna need you to hold his leg very still while I check his pulse.”

The man knelt and held onto Francis’s leg, his eyes following the girl’s every move. She placed two fingers on the injured man’s neck, checking his pulse.

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?”

“He has a weak pulse,” she answered as she placed a finger under his nose. She quickly sprung to action and started hands-on CPR. “His breathing is too staggered.”

“What can I do?” Twitch asked.

“Do you know CPR?” He nodded. “I’m gonna need you to continue compressions on his chest while I take care of the stab wound. You,” she pointed at the boss. “Sanitize your hands and put on some gloves, I’m gonna need your help if this starts to bleed hard.”

She took scissors out of her bag, cutting the man’s pant leg carefully around the wound as the man in front of her slipped on a pair of gloves. The fabric was already soaked in blood as she discarded it to the side, a slopping sound following it hitting the ground.

“In the bag, you’re gonna find something labeled clot gauze,” she directed. “If when I pull the knife out there is a massive bleed, I’m going to need you to press the gauze into the wound as I prep my materials to stop the bleed. You’ve gotta be quick. Can you do it?”

“Yes,” he affirmed. The man rummaged through the bag and pulled out the gauze. “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “I’m gonna pull the knife out now.”

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around the handle, tugging softly upward. She breathed out and prepared herself for the worse. And speak of the devil and he shall appear. As soon as the blade was completely unsheathed the wound spurted blood, splashing her sweater and face with blood.

“Go,” she commanded. “Put it in, now.”

“How much do I put in?”

“As much until we can stop the bleeding.” (Y/N) let him stuff the wound, rummaging through her bag for some iodine, a scalpel, a stretch band, and a suture kit. “Twitch, can you check his pulse?”

“I-I don’t know how.”

“Just count it out until I tell you to stop.” As he started, she looked down at her watch. She only needed fifteen seconds. “Alright, stop. His pulse is getting a bit low – it’s at 58. Keep those compressions going, Twitch. Don’t stop.”

“Wh-what’re you doing?” the boss asked as (Y/N) wrapped the stretch band carefully around the leg. He was clearly getting worried about Francis.

“I’m applying a tourniquet to his leg to stop the flow of blood to it. That way I can find whatever is causing the bleed and close it up,” she explained. Her hands worked gently, but swiftly. He wasn’t sure how, but she was making everything look so easy. “This will also alleviate some of the pressure on his heart. Once I stop the flow it won’t need to try so hard to pump more into the leg.”

“Look, the bleeding has stopped,” he mused.

“Perfect,” she breathed. She drenched the area with the iodine solution and the scalpel, making sure it was as clean as possible. “Once I open this up more, I’m gonna need you to hold the wound open until I find the nicked vein.”

“Yeah, alright.”

(Y/N) could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had done many of these procedures whilst working in the emergency department, but she had always been accompanied by someone that knew more than her. In this situation, she was the professional and all the pressure fell on her.

She took steadying breaths before pressing the tip of the scalpel onto the skin after removing the clot gauze. She needed to move quickly, and there was no room for mistakes.

“Okay, take your index and middle finger and spread the area open, enough to let my hand fit through.” After he did as told, (Y/N) slid her hand in and felt around for the wounded vein. “I’ve got it. I’m gonna need you to open this up a bit more while I sew this vein shut.”

She packed some more gauze around the nicked vein, clearing her way for the sutures. (Y/N) opened the new kit and set to work on closing the nick. Suturing had become second nature after all the practice and all the patients she’d had to close up at the hospital. Making sure to do the right sutures was the hard part. But with the forceps, she closed the small incision the knife had left on the vein. As she looked at her work, she took in a breath she didn’t know she needed. The hardest part was over.

“Check his pulse again, Twitch.” Fifteen more seconds. “Alright, heart rate’s going up, but keep compressions going. You can take your fingers out. I’m gonna close the incision now.”

Superficial sutures were easy enough, she had done a couple just mere hours before. It only took a minute before she was relieving the stretch band and starting to dress the wound.

“Wow,” the boss breathed. “Is he gonna be okay?”

“Stop compressions,” (Y/N) instructed. She removed her bloodied gloves and checked Francis’s wrist for his pulse. “His heart is beating steady. It seems he’s gonna be okay for now. Let’s transport him to the clean room so I can start an IV line. I’ll start treating the others after. Now, on three, Twitch, you’re gonna grab him by his armpits. You’ll grab that leg, and I’ll take this one.”

On her count, the trio lifted the man and carried him to the room where the rest of the injured were quiet for the first time. All conversation ceased when they saw their friend unconscious.

“Place him on this table, carefully,” she mandated. “And get me something to perch the IV bag on.”

“Does that lamp work?” Twitch asked.

“Yeah.”

After finding a vein, (Y/N) started an IV drip with 10 milligrams of morphine. The man would be in enough pain as he recovered. She then clipped the bag to the highest part of the lamp and allowed the drip to do its work.

As Francis recuperated, (Y/N) set to work on her other patients. Marcos and Willie were her GSW patients, followed by Danny the laceration victim, and finally Ethan with the dislocated shoulder and the loudest mouth. Not once had he stopped complaining about his pain. She was suturing men with a simple lidocaine shot and he was crying over a popped shoulder.

“You know if it was so easy, you could have put my shoulder into place first,” he mumbled.

“I treat people depending on the emergency level,” she gritted her teeth. “Your popped shoulder is at the bottom of the list.”

“You could’ve at least given me something for the pain,” Ethan argued.

“The man you stabbed almost died an hour ago,” she exasperated. “My face, my clothes are drenched in his blood. Instead of complaining of a little pain, be thankful you didn’t lose someone from your side.”

At her outburst, the man finally quieted down, his head falling in shame.

“I can give you some Ibuprofen for the pain right now,” she sighed. “If the pain continues, continue taking it every six to eight hours and you’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” he answered sheepishly. “Thanks, doc.”

“Sure.”

(Y/N) needed a breath. She could feel the walls around her closing in on her and the eyes of everyone on her. She just needed a second.

She pushed through the door and closed it behind her. In the empty hallway, she allowed her back to hit the wall and she breathed. She closed her eyes and breathed.

“You did great in there,” his voice brought her back. “I would’ve thought you were already a doctor.”

“We could’ve lost Francis back there,” she sighed staggerdly. “And I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.”

“You should go home,” he blurted.

“No, I’ve gotta wait until Francis wakes up to make sure nothing happens,” (Y/N) retorted. “After he wakes up, I’ll go.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Look, I need to make sure he’s okay!” She felt a tear fall from her eye. “Look, um, if I’m gonna continue treating your workers like this I’m gonna need you to get some medical equipment and medications. I took these things yesterday from the hospital, just in case. Once or twice I can probably get away with it, but if it becomes recurring…”

“You could get in trouble,” he finished. “Get me a list of what you would need in stock, I’ll make sure we have it for you.”

“Yo, he’s waking up,” Twitch interrupted.

(Y/N) followed behind the man, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. All she could hope for was that she didn’t damage his leg further than the initial wound.

“W-what happened?” Francis choked out before trying to sit up.

“Woah, Mr. Kirk,” (Y/N) stopped him. “I’m gonna need you to stay lying down for a sec.”

“Why am I hooked up to an IV? And why are you red, doc?”

“Well, Mr. Kirk, you went into shock,” she started. “When I removed the knife it revealed that your femoral artery had been nicked — there comes in this lovely hue you’ve painted me. But luckily we were able to get the bleeding under control and the vein stitched up. Now, I’m gonna need you to do something for me, Francis.”

“Anything, doc.”

“I’m gonna need you to push on my hand with your foot as hard as you can.” And he did. (Y/N) could feel a weight leave her shoulders — she didn’t paralyze him. “Good, that’s very good, Francis. Now, I’m gonna leave you some detailed instructions on how to care for your wound, alright?”

“Yes, thank you, Doctor Marks.”

“Sure thing,” she smiled. “No more stupid fights, alright?”

“Promise, doc,” rang out through the room from the ashamed men.

“Okay, you guys,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Take it easy now.”

She picked up the instruments she couldn’t sanitize and put them in a biohazard bag – probably would need to sneak it in with the hospital’s trash. Her rush was finally coming down and she could feel her hands starting to shake. It was no secret where she worked that she was always quick to action, a great diagnostician, and a proficient treatment doctor – most of the doctors she worked with told her that she had a gift. But there was a danger to doing all of this by herself. (Y/N) knew a lot, especially about the theoretical side of medicine, but what scared her was everything she didn’t know in practice.

“Go clean up your face,” the man interrupted. “I’ll pack your stuff up, ma. Twitch will take you to the bathroom.”

“Uh, sure,” she stammered.

She let go of the vials in her hands and turned to follow Twitch out of the room. Her breathing was staggered, and she felt her limbs going numb, tingling running through them. The crash after an adrenaline rush.

“You okay, doc?” Twitch asked before she nodded. “What you did in there was incredible, man. You could skip med school and just come work with us here.”

“As tempting as that sounds, I do need to at least finish up the last year and a half of med school,” she chuckled dryly. “But who knows? Maybe I’ll skip my residency and come straight to you guys.”

“Sounds good,” he laughed. “Bathroom’s through there.”

With a smile she disappeared through the doors, allowing herself to let out a strangled sob.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she wasn’t sure who was looking back. The image was straight out of a horror movie. Her face was splattered with dried blood, her auburn hair streaked as well. The grey t-shirt she had on was darkened by the crimson liquid. At the hospital, she was able to remove any sign of being involved in surgery before she looked at herself again. But these were her clothes, the way she had to walk into Beth’s house inconspicuously.

She ran the water, washing her hand furiously before rubbing her face. (Y/N) stared at the water running red down the sink, all evidence of the treatment disappearing with the stream. She gripped the edge of the counter, listening to the water droplets dripping onto it, focusing on her breathing. But a knock startled her.

“Yeah?” she called out.

“I got you some clothes, so you don’t have to go home looking like that,” the man offered. “And, uh, thank you for helping Francis out. We didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Thanks,” she responded. “And that’s what I’m here for. Please tell me this takes care of what I owe you.”

“Yeah, we square.”

“Great,” (Y/N) breathed out.

“But I’m guessing you’re not done here,” he chuckled. “You gonna come back? Start making some real money?”

“I was serious when I said you’d need to get some supplies. They cost a shit ton of money, but it’s better than having your people die,” she started. “Francis could have died today, bleeding out over a pissing war between your subordinates. And I understand why you would rather let him die than take him to a hospital, but I’ve seen far too many people pass because of gang violence. If you can’t control your own people, it’s not worth it.”

“A’ight,” he surprisingly affirmed. “Just get me that list.”

“I’m gonna have to text it to you,” she teased. “But I’m not allowed to contact you first.”

“I can make an exception,” he grinned. “Get home, (Y/N). You did some good work today.”

“Wait,” (Y/N) stopped the man. “I need a name, your name. I can’t keep calling you boss or that man in my head.”

“Rio,” he grinned. “You can call me Rio.”

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HI IM BACK uh vampire tsukasa, amane with reader who's adhd and gets hurt alot 👨‍🦯

Vampire Tsukasa and Amane with a s/o who had adhd❣︎

Warnings: none

A/n: HELLO AND WELCOME BACK!!!

Sorry for the wait, I’m very close to having my inbox empty!!!

For a while I thought that I could have adhd since I am “always bouncing off the walls” and my teacher told me to go to a doctor about it- i don’t know

I also hope i captured what adhd was-

I do hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

- When Tsukasa first met you, he noted the fact you had energy

- He loved it since he also has a lot of energy

- He loves this about you! It’s so fun to play with someone who has lots of energy like him!!

- Normally people get tired of playing with him or annoyed, so this is great to him!

- But this energetic was different then his childish personality

- You had adhd and you also had the tendency of getting hurt a lot

- Not a good combo

- He will try and keep you out of harm's way!!

- Even though he does get distracted sometimes

- He tries his best!

- If he noticed that you are in a situation you are bound to get hurt, he will rescue you from the situation as soon as possible

- Situations as big as going into the dangerous parts of the woods or stubbing your toe

- If you do get hurt, he will bring the med kit!!

- Then he will try his best to bandage you up

- He did a terrible job but he tried

- Ether his brother, Sakura, or Natsuhiko will noticed the fact that you bandages are falling off and will bandage you properly if they have too

- Tsukasa will pout saying that he did a good job and they messed it up-

- Will try and get you things for you to fidget with if needed

- If you don’t like any of the things he has already brought you, he will gladly go into the village to find more stuff!!

- He will rest in your hands in his bat form and let you play with his wings if you wish!

- He will gladly do this for you<3

- When he saw how much energy you had, it reminded him of his brother

- Though, he found it cute

- You were always messing with something

- After a while, it hit him

- You had adhd

- He probably wouldn’t mention it but he might ask if his curiosity got the best of him

- He will keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t leave the hotel

- You are a simple human and their are parts in the woods outside the hotel that are very dangerous

- He would do this if you didn’t have adhd, but he's checking on you more often now

- He doesn’t want you running off and getting hurt

- However, you find a way to get hurt even with his careful watch

- This will upset him slightly

- He is trying his best to take good care of your fragile body, how are you still getting cut and bruises?

- He considers humans like glass

- So a bruise will be a big deal to him and he will probably think you are dying

- He will bandage ever cut and bruise with such grace, you forget that he is a human eating vampire that slaughtered countless of villages due to his own bloodlust

- We all forget that sometimes, huh?

- He take extra special care of you, wanting you closely and always knowing where you are

- He is a bit overprotective but can you blame him?

- He will also give you countless of things to play with, you will find your favorite fidget thing

- When he goes out he will always bring a gift back and most of the time its something to fidget with for you adhd

- He brings home the best gifts though!<3

Tagging~ @cobertoravermelhado @hanako-san @old-poptart @sleepless-simp @bladethrowsshade @kaz6lvr @alicetordmikey

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rozugold · 1 year

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Hello friend!!

Apologies for the wait it took me to respond to you — I only just checked back in with my ao3 account and noticed your comment, and since you don’t have an account yourself I’m unsure if you’d see my reply. So here I am, plaguing your inbox with it instead! I do hope it isn’t a bother, haha.

I was really very happy to see your name again. Admittedly I’ve saved all the incredible artwork my fic received over the course of my writing it, but yours genuinely have a very special place in my heart as some of the first and last I ever received. I still recall opening my inbox and seeing the notification the first time; it was so surreal to me that people would draw anything based on my works. Your art of Tommy and Techno sitting back to back, as well as your art of the forest trio at the end, serve almost as mental book-ends for me; I return to them often just to admire it, and to remember how happy it all made me. I can hardly believe it’s been more than two years, goodness.

I was also shocked to hear you may be putting together a playlist—if you would be so kind, I would love to know what songs might be on it! At your leisure of course, and only if you feel like sharing it, the thought alone is more than enough <3 thank you kindly for all of your support, truly, and once again for your gorgeous art. The memories have gotten me through many a dark day.

- Que (WWHWI)

HELLOOO QUEEEE it’s so good to hear from you again :D!!!! And yeah I should really get on getting an account already, it would probably make things a lot more convenient. BUT account or not you’re always welcomed to plague my inbox :]

And waaa I’m happy that you still like the fanart I made! I’m glad it’s stuck with you as much as your writing has stuck with me. SPEAKING OF WRITING I forgot you had so much of it??? Once life settles down a bit im definitely gonna make my way through them, so don’t be surprised if you see my name in the comments later on eheheh

AND YES PLAYLIST!! OK if I’m gonna be honest, the reason I started making this is because of god of war sjshSJDHD Every time I get into new media it only gives me ideas for the old media I’m trying to escape /j Two years man, and still these blorbos live in my brain rent free

I’m gonna ramble about each song now >:D warning spoilers for if you hadn’t read the fic!

First is Cave by Cody Fry! I wanted an instrumental to start it off and a song to represent the explosion of Manburg; I think this song serves that purpose well!

Half-Mast by Branches is a song I use in my other dsmp related playlists to represent Doomsday but it works so well in this context

^ this bit especially reminds me of Tommy and Wilbur ;;;;;

Casualty by Hidden Citizens & Tash is just absolutely perfect for Tommy. The scene of him screaming out in grief surrounded by the rubble that used to be his home- waaa it’s so good, both the song and scene

Sorrow by Sleeping at Last is for Tommy slowly learning how to live after the explosion (or at least learn how to function again :[ pobrecito..)

The Corner Dwellers by The Vocal Few is a Techno and Tommy song! It simply reminds me of them :’]

To Forgive or to Kill by Bear McCreary was chosen mostly for the title and the fact that it was from the God of War soundtrack skdhdhdh Incase you’re unfamiliar with the game, this song plays during a scene where one of the main characters is debating on whether to forgive or kill another character but ultimately realizes that she can’t do either. So naturally I thought this song would be good for when Tommy saves Schlatt from Technoblade! I’d like to have more instrumentals in this playlist but we shall see,, I’m very picky when it comes to instrumentals skdjddj

Carnivore by Bear Attack! Ok I might replace this song with something else later since it reminds me of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship more than Tommy and Schlatt’s from WWHWI. But it’s works for now! Something to represent their first argument chat after the whole getting locked up bit

Marble Floors by Vian Izak & Juniper Vale is here to sorta represent Tommy longing for his life before the explosion and when he still had Tubbo.

^ also just,, this bit.. Ow

Drown by Seafret is for when Tommy gets blown up by the creeper. Just that scene where it starts off as a dream sequence then slowly twists until he’s suddenly shocked back into reality— GOSH it’s so good. And then the crisis he has afterwards when he bandages himself up, it’s probably my favorite scene. It’s so well done and makes me feel so much ;;;;;

Battling Life by The Dunwells is for Technoblade!! (And a little for Tommy too, now that I’m looking at the lyrics again) Gosh, the man gets injured but he doesn’t let that stop him from taking care of things and taking care of Tommy. You captured his perseverance and stubbornness perfectly :’]

Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier & Bear McCreary! Here I go, to shamelessly smoosh two of my interests together again skdhdj This song is also for Technoblade but more for his exhausted god-ness you characterize him with. (Atleast I think he’s a god in WWHWI? Or is he just a well known champion? Immortal? My memory sucks, I’ll have to find out when I reread it) This song is just super cool and reminded me of technoblade and is part of the reason why I started making this playlist skdjdjjd

Brother by Kodaline… what is there to say? They’re brothers :’’] BUT ALSO WHILE SKIMMING CHAPTER 15 EARLIER I FOUND THIS LINE: “"Stay here," he said to the man who'd long since become his family…” HELLO?? EXCuse me while I go sob

Sirens by Oliver Daldry, I may be wildly misinterpreting this song for this playlist but SCREW IT it reminds me of them okay

This repeating lyric serves as a little nod to the fact that this is an au. How Techno, Tommy and Schlatt would have all been strangers in this world if certain circumstances didn’t lead them to eachother

This bit reminds me of Schlatt @ Tommy, I don’t think he ever outright asks for forgiveness but in time they both find some peace with eachother.

All three of them are so different from eachother but they still care for eachother :’]

The Cave by Mumford & Sons acts as a sort of summary of this story to me! I imagine the first verse is from Techno’s pov, the second is from Tommy’s, and the last is from Schlatt’s.

This bit changes meaning depending on the pov. For Techno it’s him taking care of Tommy, ‘changing his ways’ yknow, or atleast adding the family role to his list of titles.

For Tommy it’d be him taking care of Techno, “finding strength in pain” and learning to move forward despite everything that’s happened

And for Schlatt it’s for him rushing out to help Tommy and Techno during the final battle. Man doesn’t even hesitate :’D

Gosh and just the line “I’ll know my name as it’s called again”. All three of them grew into people they never thought they’d be!! And despite a huge part of their lives is shaped from tragedy they’re okay in the end. It was far from easy but they’re okay. And that’s just so comforting yknow? This story is so comforting and beautiful and raw and I just love it with all my being ;;;;;

Wow that was long and a little all over the place lol!! I’m still working on this playlist as I go but that’s all I have so far :]

#I hope you can see why this took so long to answer sjsgsjk #also it makes me so happy that the playlist starts and ends with a song named Cave :]#rozu asks #anonymous #WWHWI

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