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yestrday · 1 year

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I recently read the newest edition to your hybrid au and !!! omg !!! it was REALLY good. your work never disappoints, whether it's a drabble or a full-fledged fic !! I really admire the route you're taking for some characters and their hybrid counterparts. I can see how much thought u put into it ^o^ and otter!xingqiu is sooo cute >_< I honestly thought he was going to be a dolphin since they're intelligent, but an otter makes sm sense now that I think about it :D

I was curious about this for awhile.. but the characters have animal characteristics while in their hybrid forms, right? like ajax has his little horn, and venti has wings (?). with that being said, since scara is a bird hybrid, wouldn't mc have been able to notice hes a hybrid upon first meeting him? since I assume his wings would be present? and could you possible give a further visual for ayato ;; you mentioned he had a fin, but does he also have legs? or is it like a fin coming off from his spine? (does that make sense ;;)

OH ALSO :3 do they inhabit little animal habits, like does aether purr in his hybrid form?

(sorry this is rly self indulgent pls forgive me 🙏)

hybrids have the ability to switch between their animal and human forms and everything in between!

their animal and hybrid forms take up the least energy, while maintaining a fully human form drains them of their energy fast! scara was in his full human form when you met him, hence mc couldn't tell what he was when they first met them!

when first meeting ayato, you meet him in his half-hybrid form— think a mermaid, but with a sawshark's fin and denticles. however, when he lounging around your home, he takes on a pair of legs for convenience, but has his tail coming off his spine for energy saving.

all your hybrids tend to take on a humanoid form in your house, as they're comfortable doing so and it's easier interacting with you. some traits they have include (click for an extensive list of their hybrid traits):

aether: cat tail and ears, and set of canines too! often insists on acting as unhybrid-like as possible because he thinks its a weakness (past trauma lmao) but he's very prone to purring when someone scratches him behind his ear. although he can be stoic, his tail is very expressive, and it often gives him away whenever the group is playing cards. prone to biting people when they annoy him << happens a lot

venti: a pair of wings and feathers around his legs and ears. think like a harpy for every bird hybrid on this list. he makes small little coos every now and then, especially when he's relaxed. sometimes is an idiot and forgets he has a human mouth so he just... pecks off the food from someone's hand sometimes.

kazuha: a fluffy tail and ears, along with his fluffy flying membrane too! when given the proper surface, kazuha will hang upside down when he's eating his food. when he's landing, he'll use his fluffy tail as a balancer, though he'll also wrap it around you to earn some cookie points :p he's often seen perching off trees or railings

xiao: a radiant set of feathers stem from the side of his head! he's vigilant most of the time, so only when he feels at ease does he let the wings show. he acts less hybrid-like from his peers, because being a mythical variant means he's less affected by his animal instincts. on the whole he acts... xiao, but he's actually very insecure about his feathers because they're not as nice as he'd like them to be.

scara: the smallest set of wings known to hybrid kind lmao. gets very insecure about it. very picky with his food and only eats the colorful kind ( read this and was like wow, very scara-like). makes a lot of clack clack noises that makes him sound annoyed (most of the time, it's true). since he barely has anything to offer, he reverts to his animal form to woo you with his cuteness.

heizou: again, a pair of (very expressive) wings and feathers jutting from his skin! has learned to overcome his jealousy and share (ural owls are monogamous). often jokingly swoops in for the smaller animals and 'eat' them. makes a lot of 'hoot hoot's when he's not paying attention.

ayato: has a fin coming out of his spine and denticles throughout his skin... and a killer smile. has an unnatural mouth make-up due to being a shark (is this ur kink guys). likes mudbaths thanks to his animal nature. jokingly acts biting smaller hybrids cuz he thinks its funny. (not so) jokingly bites you. he's not attracted to human blood, but he thinks the scent of yours is alluring.

childe: a horn and shimmering mottled skin. literally moans when you feel his horn it's kinda disgusting (it is also not an overexaggeration as the other hybrids believe, they really are that sensitive). would like you to ignore the fact that the tusk is a tooth when in his hybrid form. likes his seafood too much and ends up gorging on them whenever it's served.

xingqiu: otter ears, clawed hands and a cute tail! and some fur around his neck and legs. also.. sharp teeth. often sunning on the lake banks like the primadonna that he is. scents you and his favorite people (just chongyun & aether). reverts to his otter form to persuade you to do his bidding lol, crafty dude.

#woah thats way too much #yester.shorts #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yester.au — hybrids 🪶#yester.au — hybrids 🐾

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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heya!! do you not mind me requesting luxiem college au? like u're both in a healthy relationship idrk hhh

College AU Luxiem

a/n: i think anon sent this after reading my first yandere fic 😭 check out the original boyfriend headcanons if u haven't~ ALSO YES IM SLAPPING THIS FIC AT YALL AFTER JOTC'S PREMIERE IT WAS SO FUCKING LIT AHHHHHHHHHH

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

content utc!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

would take performing arts as his major since he's super interested in voice acting!

you'd think he would take history as an easy way out seeing as he's lived for centuries now but bro i can tell you that he probably sucks at it :'

i can't imagine him taking anything else than performing arts. even then he wouldn't just focus on voice acting only. he'd perfectly take a role in acting too

dancing and singing maybe not too much-

but vox would enjoy them nonetheless since it's all about having fun

he's the popular student, whether he intended to be one on purpose or because he's just naturally charming. not all the guys rly like him since he's practically had all the girls drooling all over him

even the female (sometimes male) professors can't find themselves in the right position to teach him

not with that devilish smile, nope

he aces his practical exams and projects super well, not so much his written tests tho :o

students would sometimes ask advice on voice acting since he was doing that pretty well

no shortage of times where they asked only to get in contact with him, his number if they were lucky

doesn't really do tutoring sessions since he believes he still has a lot to learn himself, asking for advice sure, but teaching? nah

the film/animation students fight over him whenever they're assigned to make a movie production

vox might actually be interested in joining the student council and it's no surprise he's accepted since he's very charming, has relatively good grades and is flexible in group projects

on a more serious note, he loves meeting new people and making new connections so yeah!

besides the student council, would also join the drama club and most likely met shu there

again, for connections and to practice his skills

there have been one too many times where he was casted as the main characters throughout the years he was at college

what can i say? he captures an audience so well~

part time job is obviously barista.

i think vox low key has always wanted to become a barista

to him there's just something so attractive about being one?? or is this just a stigma that i have

whatever, being a barista is cool as hell

oh and he loves the idea of putting down whatever message he wanted on the customers' cup, he could be sweet or flirty

he likes it because he has the chance to make someone's day by simply writing a message to them <3

the job pays well, he can experiment with types of drinks and when there are leftover pastries from the day, vox gets to bring them home to eat

vox is a interpersonal (social), aural (audio) and a visual learner. as mentioned before, he won't be too good at taking written tests so linguistic is out of the question (doesn't mean he dislikes reading tho! i've heard him say that he reads books)

i also don't think he's the biggest fan of studying alone either so he'll always rope in a classmate or two so it's not so quiet

vox remembers much easier when there's something to look at, like pictures or something

audio learner because he wants to be a voice actor duh

he would have to get used to listening to other actors do their work to pick up on how they act in terms of their voice

how you and vox met was through a cinematography project you had

you were required to make a film production with a certain theme and of course as the rumors spread, you heard about everyone in your year fighting over vox as their cast

you too wished you could cast him but seeing as he was probably busy helping the others, you didn't really bother to ask

but vox was working at the cafe your team agreed to work in and he overheard your wonderful ideas for your project, so when he personally delivered your drinks, he also asked if you were open for casting since you came from the same college anyway

surprised to say the least but you couldn't refuse him, so he officially became part of your team too

so that was how you met your current unseiso of a boyfriend they call vox

he asked you out once the project was finished, saying that he didn't wish to stop meeting you

cheesy but romantic all the same

the perks of having a boyfriend who was in the performing arts major rly helped you out as a film student. you got to meet a lot of talented actors and you could ask for vox's help

as long as you paid in kisses and cuddles

at the end of the four year study, vox was obviously asked to make a speech. when he stepped on that stage, he did not forget to mention you:

"and to my lovely y/n, who's given me a path to so many opportunities to help with my development as an actor. thank you, darling."

may or may not have proposed in front of everyone

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

criminology

because he thinks it's super cool he could track down criminals with rly cool techniques

but then he realized how fucking hard it is to be a criminology student and wished he could've picked something easier :"D

(let's pretend he didn't drop out okay <3)

ofc college was not cheap so at least mysta tried his best to get through

asking for a ton of help from his classmates or straight up the professor

he sure as fuck did not take another four years of this shit

anyway

although mysta is not the best in the class (bottom ten), a lot of people like him for his humor and his rly eccentric attitude about things

his fashion sense became one his trademarks

a good break from the stress of college rly

but people rly do question why the heck he chose this major but eh

definitely the type to hog for homework answers

i actually think mysta would make a huge contribution tho despite his lack of skills in the department when it comes to group projects

what i mean here is that he's always hands down to help however he can, especially the more physical and tedious workload

like needing to print papers, looking for as much material needed for the project or setting up the contents into a powerpoint

i still think that counts as a lot of work <3

professors know him because he frequents them for tutoring sessions, so it's safe to say that mysta is super close with all his lecturers-

but that's not a bad thing at all!

in fact, without mysta rly realizing, this has become his benefit. with most of the teachers aware that he is struggling in his classes, they tend to grade him based on his efforts more than the results of a test

so even if he thinks he's falling behind, ask his professors and they will say the exact opposite!

for school activities, i would say mysta would like to join the sports club as long as his classes don't take up too much of his time

he wants to be able to stay active instead of sitting down and studying all day, plus he gets to meet a lot people and actually where he met the super popular kaneshiro kid!

part time jobs is also something mysta could commit himself to, especially if it meant helping out with student loans

anything works out for him so long as again, it didn't take too much of his time and don't tire him out

lot of times where he fell asleep in the library when he should be catching up with homework and reading tests o.0

speaking of studying, mysta is definitely a visual and kinesthetic learner mostly bcs he's not the type of guy to just sit still and read that fucking textbook

far from being a verbal learner. def not the type to like reading for long periods of time

he claims to be an interpersonal (social) learner, but with a lot of people around him, it's more likely he won't get anything done

this is where you come in

you and him were paired up, and it just so happens that you were one of the students who was doing pretty well in criminology

anyone would've been happy to be paired up with you but mysta is a bit different than just anyone

he was actually intimidated by just how well you were doing and he kept telling himself that he was being such a burden to you

but you never fail to patiently get mysta to work on the ones that need more thinking, even if you have to guide him

for once, mysta knew what the assignment was about this time, due to your composure during work

after that, he may or may not have braved himself to be in one group with you a lot more

it's just that people tend to just give up on him but there you were, staying up late with him just so he could get some material down for an upcoming test

when you fell asleep, mysta let the words of falling for you slip

"really?"

"HUH? YOU WERE AWAKE--"

"i like you too, dummy. now get back to studying. we'll go on a date after the test."

final project weeks were the same. lots of staying up late together (mostly bcs of mysta) and checking each other's work.

when the results were almost out, you actually had to stay over at mysta's bcs of how fucking nervous he was. was he going to graduate? did he have to start another year over?

as you held his hand tightly, mysta opens his results and sees his passing grade, officially now graduated from college

he sobbed against you that night, thanking you over and over again for always there to help him and being so patient

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

he took me a while to figure out what major best fit him (disclaimer: i swear i've heard him mention what major he took but my tiny brain forgot what it was and from what stream ;-;)

sooo i think it's most likely business since he is in the mafia

the skills could be super useful if he's going to need some extra funds for his syndicate

he'll take only a bachelor's degree because he wants to focus on his mafia work as soon as college finishes

luca is most obviously the jock of the school and one of the more popular students because of his extroverted nature

tbh tho his grades aren't too great??? let's say average :D

he's more like the guy who's looking for the fun of college instead of actually getting the education-

because of this, a lot of people like to hang around him. sometimes students who have super good grades can be a bit unapproachable, ofc not because of the students themselves, but others tend to not feel relatable to someone who does very well in academics

so luca is extremely approachable, easy going and friendly

not the smartest but its the quality of the company that counts right?

professors know who he is because of his popularity and although most of them are okay with luca, some do appreciate him bringing the mood up when classes are tense

the younger lecturers are most likely best friends with him lmao

as aforementioned, man is a jock and is just naturally energetic

OF COURSE HE WOULD JOIN THE SPORTS CLUB

he religiously participates bcs he gets to see his buddies and would always join in on whatever challenges were set onto him. he's not afraid to lose

i also think he would be interested in joining the student council and he did make it! which brought him to meet with vox ^^

luca brings a ton of ideas for student activities and is always happy to help out with whatever he can. with his popularity, it's easy to rope students into whatever event they had going on too

because he has a mafia to run, he rly doesn't make time to do a part time job

definitely a physical (kinesthetic) and interpersonal learner. man can't just sit down to read something and he most certainly will go crazy if he's not loudly memorizing his flash cards without someone else there

so how does he meet you?

the student council asked him to go to the art club to find someone who could handle illustrations for an event they were holding, so luca pitched in and saw you busily working on something in the club room

you didn't really know anyone from the student council so you pretty much had to cling onto luca the entire time when you met up with the student council (esp when this guy from the performing arts department kept hitting on you. vox was it?)

in the end, when the event finished, luca got used to hanging out with you. then he confessed when he realized he was crushing on you :3

he asks you to come by to the sports club all the time so he could introduce you to his friends and when you're alone, you and him would sometimes work out together

you guys go out on a lot of study dates

...which turns to playing around and not really getting anything done :")

luca always teases you to draw him "like of your french girls" but he was caught by surprise when you actually do ask him to model nude for an assignment

he was more embarrassed than he thought he would be

but he liked knowing he could help you out!

he would sometimes cry when you give him a drawing you did of him just because you wanted to. he's framing them all in his room

as a graduation gift, you actually gave him a super elaborate artwork in a pretty big medium too. and well, it's safe to say luca shamelessly shed some tears at the ceremony, showing off your work to everyone there

as his gift to you, he took you on vacation to somewhere you've always wanted to go to.

to luca, you definitely made his time in college so much more fun

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

pretty obvious he took up literature

but let me tell ya, i think he will take literature for his first four years and after he got the degree for that, he's going to change his major to music because again pretty obvious reasons

he would take literature first so he has the writing skills needed later in music making

or, ike could take the option of a double degree since i see him as the type of person who rly likes to bury himself in work especially if it's the things he really is passionate about

but for the sake of his social needs and sanity, let's say our man ike did not take a double degree

ike eveland is obviously the star student of his class, perhaps even top 5 of his entire year

he's also pretty humble about his achievements so he's not the snobby kid who flaunts their good grades

everyone absolutely respects and admires him for it, even going out of their way to ask for tutoring sessions with him

paid tutoring sessions, mind you

he'll take some, but not so much his schedules are full much to the student body's dismay

his professors love him so much as well, using his work as examples no matter how many times ike insists there's no need to do that

is ike the type to join the student council?

ehhhh not rly i don't think?

there was a time where he did consider the choice, seeing how he has potential and all the people around him supported him to join

but i think he wouldn't take up on the opportunity, mostly worried he won't be able to have any time for himself

like i said, ike is super passionate about writing and music so he's going to take all his time really immersing in that world

even outside college hours, he'll do personal projects and all that

so yeah, no to the student council and tutoring sessions if ike wasn't looking for the extra money

i do think he'll take a part time job tho! that's where he gets most of his money

librarian ike anyone? well it's obvious he'd work there.

he's an aural (audio), verbal (linguistic) and intrapersonal (solitary) learner

ike likes to record his professor's lectures and listen to them when he goes back home or while he's practicing his music. even for his literature studies, he usually sings out the things he needs to remember or listen to some music while studying to help him get in the mood

DEFINITELY THAT SUPER COOL DARK ACADEMIA STUDENT ALWAYS FOUND IN THE LIBRARY, HEADPHONES ON WITH A SIDE OF HIS FAVORITE DRINK AHHHHH

also bcs he does frequent the library, he meets this rly weird grey haired guy from criminology who goes there to "study" but ends up falling asleep.

now, what happens after he meets you? :3

i headcanon yall met during his tutoring sessions bet

while he would usually not let students ask for his time for a session, ike would make an exception for you

he'd push away all the other slots so whenever he does have a tutoring session, it's mostly with you

after building up the courage to finally ask you out, tutoring sessions became less and less with the other students

ike prioritizes his study dates with you

ALSO

since he is in the art field, it's very very clear you've become his muse throughout college (both literature and music)

whenever he gets a project to create something, he'll find a way to have it tie to you

especially for his final project

write a story?

you're the main character

compose an entire song?

you're the theme

no shortage of times where he reads out a poem/story or serenade his own songs to you during late night studying

you become his number one proofreader and critic for everything he creates since he trusts you a lot with it. ike would heavily appreciate it if you could give him honest feedback

if it's boring tell him! if it's too cringey, tell him!

ike can take the criticism since he wants to be a good producer one day <3

on the day he finishes his studies and he's called to give a speech for being valedictorian, this is the highlight line you'll forever remember:

"y/n will always be the reason why i'm here today and all the tomorrows. why i've achieved so many things and create stories and songs for everyone to enjoy. thank you so much, y/n, for staying by my side and i hope you continue to stay."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

unfortunately modern day colleges don't have sorcery or black magic as majors :D

soooo shu would probably opt for computer sciences!

nerd shu poggers

would only take a bachelor's degree for this tho, but he's happy with where he is ^^

shu would much much like it if he stayed on the sidelines minding his own business, meaning he just doesn't wanna be popular. but it's kinda hard staying under the low with how skilled he is in his classes

honestly students just look up to him with how chill he is with his college life

sometimes they would even ask shu to be their partner in most projects since he's super reliable and good at what he does

he's known to be rly patient when teaching someone too so-

but don't get me wrong, shu will fucking now if someone is only taking advantage of his kindness and smarts

you don't wanna rly know what he can do to ruin your college career o.0

AnYwAY

the professors know who shu is and definitely appreciate him for helping out the students whenever possible, although his grades aren't always top of the class, his character and attitude makes up for it

shu would definitely like to join clubs outside his academics, say like the performing arts club

look i know but i can't stop thinking about shu joining the theatre club, just hanging out with a whole bunch of different kids. he likes making friends! plus he likes working backstage more

plays need a reliable technician like him after all

or if not performing arts, most likely an anime club if it was available lmao

unlike ike, he's not one to rly delve into his college life all the way back home. so once he's out of class, he's focusing on his non academic skills

besides clubs, there's a big chance shu works part time, preferably jobs that let him work at night since he has a rly bad sleep schedule.

the atmosphere is quiet too so he can take advantage and use it to study if it wasn't busy

a 24 hour store of some kind should be alright for shu, it doesn't have to be related to his major either

he's more of a interpersonal and visual learner i think

he likes studying with someone there with him like a study buddy since it makes it less boring. visual because he likes to doodle things so i have a feeling he illustrates something he finds hard to remember

also, of course studies only at night time if possible

because of his interpersonal type of learning, this was how you met him

you two were both looking for study buddies then through your friends, you guys met and agreed to study together

originally it was only for that one test you were super nervous of, but as you aced that one because of shu's help (his assignment flawless because he had you to it check over)

yeah you guys enjoyed each other's company and decided to go on more "study sessions" together

i think the way shu would confess to you would be that trend where you would make a program and you just click a ton of buttons saying how much he likes you

and then at the end there's a message box that asks you:

be mine?

with the choices being yes or yes 😭

you go to your next study session, now named study date!

for his final project, you were obligated to stay over at his place until he submitted it. he claims that his brain works more efficiently when you're there with him, plus he'll have a second pair of eyes that hasn't been glued to the same codes over and over again

when shu announced the results, he treated you to some sushi and an all you can eat barbeque for helping him graduate pretty much

with a full stomach, you and him are cuddling for the rest of the night until you felt like getting up

Masterlist!

#author chan’s delivery service 🧺#luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart

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amemenojaku · 9 months

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for the character ask prompt! what about Keiki?

General opinion/How much I care about them: She's a very solid character and surely part of the reason why WBaWC feels like one of the most-liked recent games! When the full version came out a lot of my friends and mutuals who were past touhou fans but had lost their interest came back thanks to that game specifically, so in my brain she's linked to that moment of shared happiness. I like how she's very much a classic god in terms of personality while being easier to reach than the others thanks to her role to the human spirits. I feel like she'd be easy to talk with, as long as you don't forget she's still a god of course, and I really like characters who act as a bridge of sort between others. She's also definitely unhinged under all that and it's fun to imagine situations where the politeness just goes out of the window.

A ship I love: (puts on my clown makeup again) My favorite Keiki ship is with Okina..... It's pretty high up there in my fav touhou pairings overall too lol. They're both loners and I tend to really enjoy romantic pairings where two people get to feel a bit less lonely together. I just think they'd get along really well! and I like their shared connection to art in general. The two of them crafting something special together is a nice image... It's also funny to imagine Keiki playing along Okina's boasting about her status and her powers as a secret god etc when Keiki is a god herself. She's Keiki's poor little meow meow!!! Oh and I also quite like Keiki/Mayumi too. I wish the fanon interpretation of them as parent/child would die down already... it's a bit sad that they didn't take off on the english speaking side as well as they did in the jp community even though literally everyone asks for more knight/princess wlw ships. It's Right There

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Gotta admit I haven't thought about her sphere of relationships much beyond the ones that also work as romances, but I love the implication that she's Eika's younger sibling if you follow the mythos. Keiki would probably be quite protective of Eika despite being the little sister... And with the recent addition of Hisami I'm really excited to see more fanworks with the characters based on the Nihonshoki/Kojiki (this better not monkeypaw on me). They need to have tea and chat about the old times!!!

The NOTP: It's Yachie/Keiki, sorry guys but I'm a yachisaki believer.....

My biggest headcanon about them: I'm pretty sure I've already mentioned that one in the past but the beast-shaped aura in her portrait looks like a familiar to me! Maybe some kind of fire spirit to help her crafting :)

An idea for a fanwork I would like to make/see about them: I'd like to read a good fic/comic where she interacts with the other beast leaders seriously... I'm so sad she didn't get proper dialogue with Saki or Yuuma despite them being as much of a threat as Yachie. As for something I would like to make myself... A visual retelling of some of Koda Rohan's works (especially Furyubutsu) but with Keiki as the protag is an idea I've had for 2-3 years but if I ever get to it, it'll probably just be little doodles :-)

Something that makes me think of them: Koda Rohan's work again lol (delusional)

#didnt mention it but she's also really pretty......#thank you for the ask!!

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osaemu · 5 months

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Do you have any advice for people who want to start up a blog for their fanfics?

ofc! i wasn't rly sure exactly what you meant so i kinda just dumped a bunch of random tips that i wish i had when i was first starting out, hope this helps!

to start off i'd recommend making a pinned post to organize your navi, especially the rules so you can filter out ppl you don't want interacting with u. it doesn't have to be fancy, just a couple dni criteria shd hopefully do the trick.

and if u want to expand ur reach, make sure u tag your posts properly. if it's a gojo x reader fic, use that tag. personally i wouldn't recommend tagging just "gojo" bc then your fic is also competing with a million gifs and one-liners for reach, and you'll get the audience you're looking for if you tag the x reader's or x you's.

also, if you're looking to get a bigger audience, it helps if your blog is visually pleasing! obviously the content matters more, but when it comes to attracting ppl, a little bit of organization and aesthetically pleasing setups do a lot of the heavy lifting :) if u need inspo, just browse around the tags and look at some blogs' themes. but make sure u don't steal anyone's layouts and always give credit where it's due!!

i think the whole credit thing is something i see around here a lot where blogs just take other creators' layouts and claim them as their own and i'm just like.. why r u so scared of giving credit lol. there's no shame in saying "oh i got inspired by xyz".. anyways.

and finally make sure u remember that writing fics shouldn't feel like a job or an obligation—it's a hobby, and hobbies are supposed to be for fun!! and if you enjoy what u do, your work'll be better and it'll come easier :3

#⌨️ — help

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leonstamatis · 8 months

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10, 14, 29 for the fic asks?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

god yeah i continue to be blown away by the response to symbiosis, a follow-up to the dnd movie from this year that is about two girls who, frankly, were underutilized in the movie itself. if you look in the tag for that movie it'll be a lot of fic about the main m/m ship (unsurprising) and i fully thought, like, okay, i'm going to post my little "angry woman mentors small child" thing and it's going to get some attention from a very specific viewership of this film, and that'll be all, and that's fine. but no! so many people have been so kind on this one, and it's resonated in a way i didn't think it would. it's nice.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

yeah, sure. i think stellar drift should be a big-budget dramatic film. it's cinema, to me. i think it deserves an oscar. (alternately, roots should be an indie movie. not because i see it as one. but because it is long enough.)

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

ohhh lemme poke around. i'm sure i have something. PFFT OH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS. stara i'm gonna give you a whole 12x100 i hope that's cool.

(this is a sebderrick fic that's an au of the stephanie me//yers book the host. it's from a good like two and a half years ago and, while shared in a friendly server, was not ever posted i think.)

Nothing had prepared them for the slow, creeping infiltration. This, Derrick thinks, is what every science fiction movie got wrong, what every book missed. It wasn’t a fleet of spaceships blocking out the sun one day; it was a few people at a time, almost but not quite normal, eyes flashing silver when the light hit just right.

They’re imitations, like off-brand cereal from the local dollar store. Almost enough to be the real thing, so long as no one got too close. By the time anyone realized the danger they posed, they far outnumbered anyone who might stop them.

ii.

There are a lot of empty houses now. Derrick doesn’t know where everyone went. Much like with everything else, it seemed like something that started slow and coalesced all at once. Everyone packed their bags and went into hiding, and no one bothered to tell him.

He finds his own way, breaking windows and picking locks to find whatever food was left behind. Stopping for gas is a risk, so he doesn’t; Derrick drives until a car stops going, and then he steals a new one.

He doesn’t know where he’s going; that’s a problem for when he gets there.

iii.

He meets Tiana somewhere around Idaho. She’s hiding in a library, living off vending machines, surrounded with books and movies. When they’re found out, she agrees to leave; Derrick can tell she doesn’t want to.

Bennett ducks into the backseat of the car while Tiana and Derrick are raiding a house for supplies, somewhere near Ohio. Tiana says they can stay before Derrick can argue.

Shaq shows up in North Carolina. Derrick opens a pantry and ends up pinned to the floor by a flash of bright florals, and it takes twenty minutes of fighting to realize they’re both human.

iv.

The four of them have a system, trading off driving and navigation and recon. Some days are easier than others, but even when it ends with lighting something on fire to make a distraction, they find a way to get by. It feels like something they can make last.

Derrick doesn’t remember who it is that first mentions the hubs, the idea that there are underground cities out there somewhere that they could find. But they’ve all heard of them, and once it’s out, it’s all they think about.

In their excitement, they get sloppy. And then Derrick gets caught.

The room is so white it’s almost blinding. All the clothes hanging in the closet are the same way, not that Derrick has tried any of them on. If he takes off his hoodie, he suspects he won’t ever see it again.

Parker stares him down with a smile that’s probably supposed to be friendly, ends up somewhere closer to predatory. This is the fifth Parker that has come in, not that Derrick is supposed to know that.

“Where are your friends?” they ask.

“Rot in hell.”

Derrick resists the urge to throw things at their head when they leave.

vi.

A man with three eyes brings his dinners. They don’t talk to each other, but he sits at the table and waits for Derrick to finish his food before taking away the dishes. As if Derrick could do anything with them; no meal ever requires a knife.

“Where are you from?” the man asks one day, eyes flashing silver in the sunlight through the window.

“Here. Where are you from?”

“The Gamma quadrant,” he says. “But I like it better here.”

“Sure,” Derrick snaps.

They both know the part he leaves unsaid. That’s why you took it from us, right?

vii.

His name is Sebastian. Before this, he lived across half a dozen planets; he’s been a lot of things, something like an elephant, a dolphin, a telephone signal. That last one, Derrick learns, is where he’s from originally. If he stands too close to the television, it will flicker to life. Radios tune into his signal, too, although Derrick doesn’t have one around to test it.

“What’s so great about being human?” Derrick asks. “Why couldn’t you all leave us alone, if there are so many other places to be?”

Sebastian shrugs. “Other things don’t feel the way you do.”

viii.

The escape plan, surprisingly enough, isn’t Derrick’s idea. Sebastian steals him a pair of decent running shoes one night and tells him to listen for the static of a dropped call, and Derrick isn’t even entirely sure what it means until the lock on his door snaps open with a dull buzz. He scrambles to his feet and opens it to find Sebastian on the other side, eyes glowing as he takes Derrick’s hand.

“Follow me,” he whispers, and Derrick doesn’t have time to ask questions before he’s being tugged to the emergency exit at the end of the hall.

ix.

Things feel emptier than they did even before Derrick was captured, streets devoid of other cars and store parking lots deserted. The endless open space of abandoned farmlands makes Derrick nervous, sets him twitching.

“Do you know what happens?” he asks, if only so he can stop turning the question over in his mind. “To the people you replaced?”

Sebastian hums, and it reverberates around the metal of the car in a way that sets Derrick’s teeth on edge. “They don’t ever tell us about it.”

That’s more than enough. Derrick feels a spark of gratitude, or fear; maybe both.

There’s no way for them to know where they’re going. Derrick wears sunglasses constantly, a thin veil of protection while Sebastian does most of the talking. It’s easier to get supplies this way; Sebastian can walk into stores without questions, second glances.

Derrick eats a strawberry for the first time in years. It’s the greatest thing he’s ever eaten, and he says as much, sitting on the hood of their car.

Next time Sebastian goes shopping, he comes back with a whole crate of them, too many to possibly eat before they go bad. Derrick laughs until his stomach hurts.

xi.

Finding the others is easier than Derrick thought. They go back to where he remembers being, the night he was taken, to some shitty art gallery where they’d spent all night smashing sculptures to take the edge off. It was stupid, a silly think to risk their lives over.

He’d thought they would move on by now. It’s the sensible thing, the safest. But he and Sebastian spend the night asleep under the medieval tapestries, and in the morning, Tiana and Bennett and Shaq are looking down on them with wide eyes

“Welcome back,” Tiana says slowly. “Who’s your friend?”

xii.

Sebastian says it’s different to feel human. The way the sun darkens his skin, the taste of strawberries, the sight of ocean waves crashing against the shore. There’s a while where Derrick wonders if maybe it’s more than that, if there are other feelings that Sebastian is talking about; he doesn’t bother to ask about it, right up until the day that he does.

“What did you mean,” he starts, words half-caught in his throat, “when you said other things don’t feel the way we do?”

Sebastian smiles when they kiss, and it sets Derrick’s lips tingling until they’re numb.

#tam.ask #thehallstara #ask meme #THANKS STARA <3<3 #i forget sometimes just how many dusty old fics are lingering. unposted. in the depths of my pc.

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F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

for theeeeeee ask meme! thank you for asking!

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

probably Warrior Cats - I got on the ~official forums~ when I was 11 or 12 and got into RP, fanfic, fanart, and watching/making animations by the time I was 13. I RPed for a few years, wrote fic for a few years, and kept doing fanart and animation off and on through college.

when I was 17 or 18 there was a situation where Al Kat, the person who pretty much built the entire Warriors animation fanbase and multi animator projects from the ground up, was essentially run out of fandom by people harassing them for being "too old" for a fandom with "minors" (they got into the fandom as a teen and were like in their... early 20s when this happened). my disgust with this is what started me drifting away from the fandom and I just kept on drifting, especially after my disillusionment with the animation industry + wanting to get better at drawing people + not caring to keep up with the books anymore.

that being said I still feel pretty passionate about my old faves (especially Ivypool and Russetfur), I still keep up with new multi animator projects/AMVs, and I have a long playlist of my favorite animated fanworks that I like to watch all the time! if that counts as being in the fandom that would be around 15 years

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

for tlt, and they're all art related,

more art of characters that aren't the big 6 (6th, 9th, tridentarii) - everyone and everything in this series is described as looking so INTERESTING and unique, by design, and I would like to see so much more of that

character designs that don't take tmuir's personal appearance/ethnicity headcanons as gospel (there are so many interesting visual possibilities based on the descriptions we have to work with in canon! she herself is out there telling people to draw babs as a lizard! is this just about me wanting to see desi 5th house (how I've always imagined them)? maybe!!!)

more environment art, set design, and full illustrations - again - this is such a fascinating series visually not just in terms of the characters but with the settings as well and it's always so fun when people explore that. I know this is tough in fanart because character focused stuff is easier and usually gets more notes but I love it whenever I see environment art or illustrations for TLT specifically.

oh and not art related but needs moar noncon

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

AUs if that's not too broad - whether that's setting AUs or plot AUs or the hard to define ones like rule 63 or daemon AUs. love that stuff!

usually for more specific tropes/kinks, it's not a one size fits all since my faves and OTPs can vary a lot between fandoms, but I usually like pretty much any tropes/kinks related to consent issues

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

I broadly agree with people who say the plot/pacing of Dungeon Meshi has issues, especially the first 20ish chapters of the manga, but I don't really care because I didn't get into it for the plot - I got into it because I kept seeing the most gorgeous concept art and character designs crossing my dash. As a vehicle for delivering Ryoko Kui's world and character concepts I think it's phenomenal and I love all the bonus content. Usually you have to find good, in character, prolific fanartists to get that kind and volume of content and it's absolutely magical to have so much of it coming from the creator herself. Also GOD I forgot how strongly I prefer canons that have no romance or sex at all between anyone. It's so easy to fumble, I usually don't really care about canon ships, just let fandom handle all of that... thank you Ryoko Kui...

#anonymous #ask #self

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Mox has a Grindr date, but he's not quite sure who he's looking for. He sees the tall, handsome blond guy walk in the door, and assumes, incorrectly, that's his guy. And that guy has incorrectly assumed as well.

A mistaken identity prompt from Sarah @sarahcakes613! This fic gave me surprisingly a lot of *grinds teeth while trying to word* but I had a bunch of fun with the concept. I hope you enjoy!

Mini playlist:

Hey Cowboy - Devon Cole

Giddy Up - Shania Twain

Throat Goat - Kim Petras

Oh My - Gin Wigmore

“How do I look?” Mox yanks at the collar of his shirt.

“Like a horny mess.”

Mox throws the shoe at Eddie, who leans so casually to the left that it’s like he expected it. He probably did. Dickhead. “Seriously!” Mox says, fidgeting. “I don’t want to freak the guy out.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “So you think the handcuffs are a good way not to freak him out.”

“He specifically requested a – a visual.” Mox’s face is burning. This is hell. “So he knows it’s me.”

Eddie laughs, something that he’s clearly trying to hold back. Mox considers if it’s worth taking off the other shoe. “And your go-to was handcuffs?”

“I panicked!” Mox says. “Look, I haven’t – you know I don’t do the internet thing.”

“I know,” Eddie says, and he seems kinder, now. Maybe. “I’m sorry. I just – you really went from zero to sixty, Grandpa.”

“Shut up.”

“Luddite,” Eddie says, the grin back. “Mr. ‘I don’t use twitter, but I’ll go on Grindr to hook up with a guy who wants me to bring handcuffs.’”

“Okay, the handcuffs were my idea,” Mox interrupts.

“Christ, you’re an idiot,” Eddie sighs. “Go find your fuck buddy, and I’ll help you make a new Facebook profile when you get back to get hooked on multi-level marketing schemes.”

“That was one time!”

Eddie’s still laughing when Mox gets his boots laced up and slams the door behind him.

It’s – it’s not a bar, technically, but it’s barlike. Enough to make him a little itchy. Dark atmosphere, country music playing in the background. He should have googled this place before suggesting it, but he liked the name when he drove by it last week. A new place, Rowdy’s Bar and Grill. He’d hoped it would lean more toward grill, which is does, but still. At least he there’s the bar area and a seated area. He’d rather wait by the tall tables, though, where he has more space to move.

He’s standing at a bar table, drawing circles in the condensation dripping off his glass of Coke when the door shuts heavily. He looks up – nope. The guy he’s looking for is blond. The guy who just walked in, while gorgeous, is not the elusive Jamie.

It happens about ten more times, and the handcuffs in Mox’s front pocket are starting to get heavy, a weight like embarrassment. Mox is beginning to wonder if he should have insisted on a face picture instead of just the basic description and handcuffs, halfway through a detailed water-drawing of a skull and crossbones, when the door swings open.

And Mox has to sit.

The man walking in is broad shouldered with curly blonde hair, the kind of profile they’d write epic poems about in ancient Rome, and a pair of jeans that leave nothing to the imagination.

Mox swallows a giant sip of Coke. Fucking this up is not an option. He lets the guy order a drink, and catches his eye as he scans the room.

“Hey,” Mox calls, and, thank god, the guy looks at him. “Over here.”

The guy, Jamie, he supposes, nods and walks over. “Hey. You the guy?”

Mox nods. “Yeah. Come sit.”

Jamie slides into the barstool across from Mox, and nods down to his pocket.

“Handcuffs,” Jamie says, grinning. “Subtle.”

“Well, it makes it easier for people to find me,” Mox jokes. He feels good. He’s making it work.

Jamie slides into the barstool in front of him, face more serious than Mox would expect for a first date, but everyone handles jitters differently.

“You got the details on the package?” Jamie says. It’s forward. It’s blunt. It’s good.

“For you, baby?” Mox says. “Of course.”

Jamie blinks. “Um. Okay.” He glances around the room, a little hesitant. “So, tell me about yourself.”

“Right, course,” Mox says. “Uh. I live around here, with my best friend. Eddie. Mid-thirties, unless I forgot about my birthday again.” He pauses. “I really like The Troggs.”

Jamie stares at him. “Right. Uh.” He pauses.

“What about you?” Mox asks. “I don’t know a lot about you. What’s your – deal?”

Jamie blinks. “I mean, I’m kinda well known across the country, in my line of work. Got a decent list of references, if you want to know about my previous success rates.” Mox is about to ask if he accidentally hired an escort when Jamie interrupts. “Alright, enough of the small talk. Tell me about the guy.”

Mox pauses. Did Jamie think he was bringing up Eddie as a…as a thing? They were, back a couple years ago, but figured out they worked better without dicks involved. Maybe it’s written on his face? “Oh.” He swallows. “Oh, he’s, uh. He’s not an issue here.”

Jamie tilts his head to the side. “So…we’re dealing with a woman? Nonbinary person?”

Mox blinks. “No, he’s a man.” He stares, a sheet of horror falling over him. “Um. You’re Jamie, right?”

Jamie stares at him. “No.” The man who isn’t Jamie, then.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who are you?” Not-Jamie asks. He starts scanning the room rapidly, a controlled panic. “How many guys you got here? You from the Cartel? Irish mafia?” His gaze settles on Mox, burning. “Fucking Christ, if it’s House of Black with a hit on me again, I’m gonna have to change my goddamned name.”

“Whoa,” Mox says, hands up in front of him. “I don’t have guys. Well, except for Eddie. And he’s cool with this. I mean – wait, who are you?” He can’t stop asking. This was too – the guy walked up to him and intentionally mentioned the handcuffs. How do you fuck that up?

The man in front of him studies him with painstakingly precision. Mox feels like he’s being undressed, only more vulnerable. “You’re not a cop.”

Mox scoffs. “Fuck, no.” He doesn’t break eye contact, but the blue eyes in front of him are piercing. “I’m Jon Moxley.” He sticks out his hand, still not convinced he’ll get it back intact. It’s worth the risk.

The man studies Mox’s hand for a second, that careful gaze, and then reaches out to shake it. “Hangman,” he says. “Hangman Page.”

Mox raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t let go of the grip. “You some sort of hit man?” His laugh isn’t fearful, but it’s not…it’s not normal.

“Bounty hunter,” Hangman replies. “Was coming here to meet up with a cop, get some details…” He trails off. “There’s this person running around, going after kids.” Hangman’s eyes darken. “I intend to bring him in, take the cash, and make sure he’s not able to hurt anyone again.”

Mox considers it. “And you’re so sure he’s the bad guy because?”

“Because there’s video footage of him committing the crime,” Hangman says, steady. He takes a sip of his drink. “Only way I’ll take a hunt. It’s gotta be confirmed.”

“Dignity and morals from a lawman,” Mox says. He shifts when he realizes he’s mirroring Hangman. “Never see that.”

“I ain’t a lawman. I just know when somebody’s got to get put away.” He looks down. “Are you sure you’re not a fuckin’ cop?”

“I’m not a cop!”

“You’re wearing fuckin’ cop shoes!” Hangman says, and, okay, fine, they’re shiny, but Mox likes his boots to look nice.

“They’re combat boots!”

“They’re cop shoes,” Hangman repeats.

“I like the way they look.”

“Of course you do.” Hangman leans over, gives a pointed look over by Mox’s pocket. “The handcuffs, then?”

“It – I thought I was meeting a kinky motherfucker!” Mox is starting to feel panicked. He’s not used to being off guard, to being the one laid out on in front of somebody else, defending himself. He tries to convince himself he doesn’t like the challenge, but his dick would call him a liar. “It was the way he’d recognize me!”

There’s a split second of an interested smirk on Hangman’s lips before it disappears. “You go on a first date and you think of handcuffs?”

Mox licks his lips. “You ever been on Grindr?”

Hangman adjusts in the barstool, posture loosening. “Point.” He takes another sip from his glass, eyes locked on Mox’s the whole way. Mox adjusts in his seat. “Where’s your date?”

Mox slumps back into the barstool. “Thanks for reminding me. Dick.”

“Hey, I’m just making conversation, since I’ve probably blown my chance to run into the cop, if he’s here.” His eyes dart around the room again. “Been talking to you too long.”

“And, you know, doing business with a beer in your hand is probably a bad look,” Mox muses.

Hangman pauses, frowns, then looks at the glass in his hands. “Oh, no. This is ginger ale.”

“Ah,” Mox says. He holds up his glass. “This is Coke.”

Hangman’s smile goes genuine, almost sweet, his glass meeting Mox’s. “To Coke and ginger ale, then.”

The conversation flows easily, Mox talking about the person Jamie allegedly was, and he appreciates that Hangman doesn’t mock him for being stood up. Eddie’ll take care of that when Mox gets home.

It may be the fourth Coke getting him jittery, but Mox finds himself leaning in closer to Hangman as they talk about some of each of their work escapades.

“Yeah, and then he threw a glass bottle at my head,” Hangman says, leaning forward to show him a scar right above his eyebrow.

“No shit! I have one there too!” Mox points. “Least of my scars, honestly, you should see my back.”

Hangman raises an eyebrow. “That an invitation?”

It wasn’t. But it is now. Mox licks his lips. “You want it to be?”

Hangman laughs, low and tempting. “Maybe.”

Mox shifts in his chair, leaning a little further forward in his chair. He nods toward the door. “Wanna hit the bathroom?”

“Should of known you’d be one for the bathroom hookup,” Hangman laughs. “I guess I should tell you my actual name first, huh?”

“Oh, I just thought you popped out and your parents were like, ‘aw, he has blue eyes and curly hair, let’s name him Hangman.’” But Mox can’t deny the curiosity.

Hangman’s smile holds a little darkness behind, the kind of dirt Mox wants to get his hands into. “I’m Adam,” he says, putting out his hand to shake Mox’s. Mox takes it, and it feels like foreplay. “Adam Page.”

“I’m still Jon Moxley,” Mox says, and he doesn’t want to let go of Adam’s hand. “Meet me in the bathroom in five?”

Adam chances a look around the room. Mox gets a look at him, silhouetted in the red bar light, and he thinks Adam looks a little like a god. “Not even sure if we have to wait, but sure.” He licks his lips, turning back to Mox. “If you gets you going.”

“See you soon, then.” Mox sends him a wink and slides off the barstool. He does his best not to look behind him as he makes his way toward the bathroom. It’s surprisingly clean, for a divey restaurant like this, and it’s got a couple of roomy stalls. Perfect.

He rolls his shoulders, bounces on his toes a little to rid himself of the nervous energy. He can do this. He can suck a dick with the best of them, but it’s been a while and part of him worries he’ll be rusty. The other part of him remembers what he did to his last one night stand, and Yuta’s been texting him for tips and ideas ever since then, so. The worried part is small.

The door to the bathroom swings open, and Hangman walks in like he owns the place. His expression is less confident, a little more pinched.

“Hey, Hangman,” Mox says. “Looking for someone?”

Hangman laughs, head tilted down. But at least he’s back to smiling. His hands are shoved in his pockets. “Uh, I forgot to mention.” His voice is less confident now, the barest hint of a shake. “I kind of. Have never.” He pauses, looking up to meet Mox’s eyes briefly. “I’ve never had a one night stand.”

Mox immediately laughs, and regrets it. “No! Not funny. I just – you could’a fooled me.”

Hangman’s smile comes back. “What, like you’re such an expert?”

Mox walks up to him, covering the space in two shorts steps. He feels a strange compulsion to calm this man, to make him comfortable. “I mean, I got references,” he flicks his eyes down to Hangman’s lips, “unless you wanna figure it out for yourself.”

Hangman – or Adam, Mox supposes. He should start thinking of him as his real name, if his dick’s about to be in his mouth. Adam wraps his fingers around the collar of Mox’s shirt, pulls him in. There’s a second of hesitation, but Mox leans in to close the last moment between them. Their lips meet, a slight hesitation from Adam, but then he’s all in. Hands slide up the back of Mox’s jacket, pulling him closer, lining their bodies up together. Mox gasps into Adam’s mouth, tongues sliding against each other.

“Hold on,” Mox says.

Adam pulls away, blue eyes darker than he remembers. “What?”

Mox kicks the trashcan in front of the door, grinning. “Don’t want any visitors. Or interruptions.”

Adam crashes back against him, pressing him against the wall, and he pulls Mox’s shirt up, pressing hands against his stomach, sides, around to his back. Mox focuses on drawing those little sounds from Adam’s lips as he reaches down and grabs his ass, hauling him up a little closer.

Adam leans down, pressing his lips to Mox’s neck where it’s exposed in the v-neck.

“Your handcuffs are hitting me,” Adam mutters against Mox’s neck.

“Yeah?” Mox huffs, hands gripping at Adam’s denim jacket. “You want me to break ‘em out?”

“Maybe next time.”

It’s enough to get Mox to yank Adam’s mouth back to his own, to taste those words before they fall into the air. The idea of a next time, the idea that this won’t just be one quick fuck in a bar bathroom. He wants to hold it tight. Adam stumbles into him, crushing him against the wall, and Mox is temporarily struck with the image of this happening in a bed, on a couch. At a home.

Oh, he’s fucked.

He moves his lips to Adam’s jaw, throat, bites a bruise into the warm skin to draw a truly great moan. He know the guy would be a talker.

He walks them backward until he has Adam away from the sinks and against one of the walls. “You good if I blow you?”

Adam laughs, dropping his head back, the clonk a little louder than it probably should be. “Yeah. Course I am. Oh, my god.”

Mox grins up at him, and gets his belt undone. It takes longer than it should, because the damned thing is overly ornate, and slowly slides Adam’s jeans down his hips. He chances a glance upward, concerned about the tension in Adam’s thighs, but Adam’s just looking at him with an gaze so intense it makes Mox want to shiver. “Good?”

Adam nods. “Just – don’t make fun of me for my boxers, okay? I didn’t know I’d be – this.”

Intrigued, Mox gets a better look. “Really?”

“I thought I was on a job!” Adam groans, running a hand over his face. “Look, they’re lucky, okay?”

“Your Dolly Parton boxers are lucky?” Mox asks. “Please tell me you wash them.”

“Of course I wash them! What do you think I am, a dirtbag?”

Mox shrugs. “You work with cops.”

“I do the jobs cops can’t do,” Adam retorts and, fair, so Mox decides to pull down the, frankly hilarious, boxers and get a look at Adam’s cock. When he licks his lips, he hears another clonking sound.

“You keep hitting your head that hard, you’ll knock yourself out,” Mox says, spitting into his hand.

Adam lets out a delirious kind of giggle. “Fuck.”

“Okay if I blow you?” Mox asks.

Adam stares at him. “Yes. Oh my god. I already said yes.”

“Just checking.” And then Mox sinks down on him. Adam makes more of those little, unhinged noises as Mox flicks his tongue against the slit as he pulls back, sure to keep working. He grabs at Adam’s legs, nails digging into the golden skin. Adam makes delightful little noises, rests his hand on Mox’s jaw, and it feels almost demure, subtle, cute for a bathroom hookup.

Mox reaches down to press at his own dick, which is growing more and more interested as each second passes by. Adam laughs.

“You really get off on this, huh?” he mutters, voice low. “What would happen if we got too loud and somebody walked in?”

Mox pulls off. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Hangman.” He chances a wink, getting a flustered groan in return, and gets back to work.

It’s clear it’s been a while, with the speed at which Adam starts pulling at Mox’s shoulder. “Close,” he gasps, “if you don’t wanna – if you don’t want me to.” He cuts himself off with a groan.

Mox wants him to. He so wants him to. He gets his hand a little more involved, focuses his tongue on the head of Adam’s cock, and the way Adam’s hips push in proves him right. Adam’s coming down his throat within a second, and Mox takes it with a smug satisfaction. Serves that date who stood him up right.

Adam tucks himself back into his boxers. “Get up here,” Adam groans, grabbing handfuls of Mox’s jacket in his fists. Mox stands, trying to figure out how to ask if Adam’s cool with getting him off, too, when Adam’s shoving his hand down the front of Mox’s jeans.

“Whoa,” Mox laughs, “let me get my belt off first.”

“Gotta get you,” Adam says, a little desperate. The blown-out pupils haven’t dissipated, haven’t gone back to the normal blue. “Want you.”

Mox leans in and kisses him, holding back in case Adam’s not a fan, but Adam dives in, licks inside Mox’s mouth like he’s chasing the taste of himself. Mox’s dick throbs in anticipation.

For all his reported inexperience, Adam makes up for sheer frantic enthusiasm. He sucks dick sloppy, like he’s so focused on doing it well that he’s not worried about how it looks.

Mox is obsessed.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he says, testing a theory, and Adam looks up at him and, fuck, moans around his dick. Mox’ll have to put that in his back pocket for later.

He rests his hands on the top of Adam’s head, silently asking permission, and Adam pulls his mouth away. Mox pulls his hand back.

“Oh, no,” Adam says, grabbing his hand. “Keep doing that. If you don’t pull my hair, what’s the point of it long?”

Mox laughs, but it’s quickly cut off when Adam takes him in his mouth again. He slides his hands into Adam’s curls, soft and smooth against his fingertips. He doesn’t pull too hard, just enough to hold Adam where he wants him. Adam responds to it, pulling against it just a little so his eyes flutter shut.

“There you go,” Mox murmurs, and he gives a little test of a push with his hips. Adam leans in further, taking more of him, and Mox is beginning to think he won’t be able to let this be a one night thing. Goddamn his weakness for pretty men with good smiles.

Adam does something particularly interesting with his tongue, something so good and unexpected it makes Mox lose control, and it gives him the half second to say, “I’m gonna – ” before Adam looks up at him, then dives back onto his cock with a single-minded goal.

Yeah. He’s gonna have to get this guy’s number.

Mox comes with a hoarse groan, fingers tightening in Adam’s hair. He shivers a little as he feels Adam’s throat work, swallowing down everything like it was no chore at all.

“Hey,” Mox says, running his fingers through Adam’s hair. It’s a little fucked up now. It looks good on him. “You good?”

“So good,” Adam mumbles, voice sounding beyond wrecked. He stands slowly, a little smile playing across his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Like you have to ask,” Mox says with an eye roll. After fixing himself in his underwear, he pulls Adam in by the back of the neck and kisses him, shuddering as he tastes himself, and wonders how stupid it would be to ask Adam back to his place tonight.

They pull away, and Adam rests his forehead against Mox’s in a way that’s way too charming. “This was a really dumb idea,” he laughs, fingers playing with the zipper of Mox’s leather jacket. He looks up, dead into Mox’s eyes. “Thank you.”

“Can I get your number?” Mox asks. “I mean, in case I need you for a reference. Or a repeat.”

Adam grins. “I’m only in Ohio for a few days,” he begins, “and I go all over the country, for the job.” Mox pretends he isn’t deflating. “But you can call me whenever you want.” He reaches into Mox’s jacket pocket, and pulls out his phone. He points it at Mox’s face to unlock it, fiddles for a second. Mox isn’t able to stop himself from tucking a curl behind Adam’s ear. “I put my number in here. I, uh,” he steps back, a little smile on his lips. “I probably should get back out there, just in case the cop shows up. They’re doing a shit job of catching that scumbag and,” he gestures to himself, “well, in that way, I’m the best.”

“In a lot of ways,” Mox teases. He takes the phone back. “Go catch your guy, Cowboy.”

“Bounty hunter,” Adam corrects, his smile growing. “I’m a bounty hunter.”

Mox shrugs. “Kind of a cowboy, too, though, right?” He nods down at Adam’s belt buckle, at his boots, as he does up his own pants.

Adam shrugs. “A little bit. Yeah.”

They get themselves together in a bit of an awkward silence, dancing around each other as they check their clothes, their hair, their faces.

Adam wiggles his phone at Mox when he’s finished drying off his hands. “I’ll text you. Yeah?”

Mox nods, feeling strange as Adam walks backward toward the door. “Yeah. Soon.” He smiles.

Mox is in a bit of a daze as he makes his way out of the restaurant, into his car, and back home. He tosses his keys into the bowl by the door.

“Hey, playboy,” Eddie calls from the couch. “How was the date?”

“He never showed.” Mox throws himself on the couch next to Eddie.

“Aw. Sucks for – wait.” He frowns. “If your date didn’t show up, why do you look all freshly fucked?”

“I don’t look freshly fucked!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “You got that somebody-sucked-my-dick glow about you.”

“There may have been another guy,” Mox tests. “Who thought I was a cop.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “And you let him get on you after that?”

“Honest mistake,” Mox says. He can’t fight the smile. “I thought he was my date. We both fucked up. And, uh. Blew each other in the bathroom of the bar.”

Eddie groans so dramatically he almost throws himself off the couch. “Great. Now we’ll have another one like Yuta hanging around all the time.”

“I don’t know,” Mox says. “He’s a bounty hunter or whatever, so he’s only in Ohio for a little. He might not be back in the area for a while.”

“Oh, I see what this is,” Eddie says, grinning, “a clandestine hookup with your boyfriend from Canada?”

“He said he was from Virginia,” Mox retorts.

Eddie laughs. “Sure. Because that’s the word you should be reacting to in that sentence.”

Mox opens his mouth to respond, but his phone buzzes. There’s a little cowboy emoji followed by a blue heart. He smiles. He can’t help it.

“Oh, boy,” Eddie laughs. “You’re down bad for this guy, aren’t you.”

“Shut up,” Mox replies. But he texts Adam back. text me when ur in ohio hangman

The response is almost immediate. Will do 😉.

#HangMox #Hangman Adam Page #Jon Moxley #Look at me WRITING A FIC!#I finished the motherfucking misery of a thing! I did it!#in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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idoodlestuffsometimes · 1 year

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I just looked at your Owl House AU and I didn’t know that you had described the pictures already, I’m visually impaired and I never got to read a comic before. And you let me do something I always wanted to do. I love how you describe it and I would like to make comics too, I was wondering how you script them to describe them like you did?

oh my gosh!!!! This makes me so happy, you have no idea! I'm so glad you were able to have that and that you enjoyed it! I often don't really know what I'm doing, but I've tried to make these in such a way that as many people as possible are able to read them. (this is also why I avoid anything too inappropriate and mark anything that might be so, because the Owl House is ultimately a show targeted at kids, and even though Tumblr is aimed at an older audience, I would like those here to be able to share it with younger friends and family if they want.)

I haven't been sure about my image descriptions though. I've been fumbling my way through them, clueless and sometimes a bit dispirited because I wasn't sure if they were actually useful to anybody or whether I was doing it all wrong. Tumblr also makes it tricky for me because, on PC, long ALT descriptions have a tendency to run right off the screen and I have no idea whether screen readers can see them, or how read-aloud tech works at all. I'm extremely glad that it worked for you.

It does concern me that you couldn't tell at first that there were descriptions attached though. Is it easier for you if I write them under a read more instead? Also, if you use a screen reader, how do paragraph breaks work for you, because some of my descriptions include them and some don't, due to the off-the-screen issue I mentioned before. Also, if anyone else would like to pitch in and let me know whether they read the descriptions, ALT or otherwise, when the images aren't loading or something, please do!

As for the scripting in the descriptions, I try to describe things in the order that you would look at them if you were looking at the composition (not just the order of panels, but also the order you would see the parts of the image and dialogue inside the panel, according to visual hierarchy.) I also tend to think more in terms of how I would describe what's happening if I were writing a fic, even though I'm describing an image, and so I try to write in a way that reads smoothly like I'm telling a story, while also balancing the inclusion of visual details that impact the mood and understanding of the viewer. I'm fortunate to have studied both creative writing and visual storytelling, so the two are a bit married in my head. Ultimately I'm trying to use the description to tell the story rather than to describe every minuscule detail (other than the ones that help tell the story and set the mood).

Anyway, I'm so glad you liked it! Please never hesitate to ask me for a description if you ever run into an image here on my blog that hasn't been described and that you would like to see. Feel free to mention it in the replies or shoot me an ask, and I will reply privately to let you know when it's updated.

#Brother's Keeper au #doodlereply

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jimmymcgools · 2 years

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Hi Jimmy, I'm the person who asked you "How did you become the best writer on the whole damn internet????" earlier, and while I did mean it as a compliment, I genuinely want to know how you became such an amazing writer. School? Work? Reading good books? Just a whole bunch of practice? Something else? Whatever you're doing, it's working!

oh anon, i'm so sorry! i'm happy to answer this seriously. my meme response was partially true -- i do care too much, so this answer might be a little insufferable, but i do really love talking about writing.

(and feel free to stop reading this when you get bored)

i'm still very much working on becoming a better writer myself, so this is more of a "here's the advice i try to follow" answer, if that makes sense.

there's a quote: read like dracula, write like frankenstein. suck all the good shit out of what you read and then stitch it together into your own monster.

if i had to pick, that's the biggest thing that's helped me with my writing. reading stuff i love and paying attention to what i love about it, then trying to replicate that. like maybe it's just a really cool word, or a really vivid adjective.

or did that description of that person really stick in my mind? i'll underline it and try to remember how the author did that. i'll never write anything i love as much as ray bradbury's "She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room", but i can remember the idea of describing someone using a surprising simile.

(and then much later i read tolstoy and he described someone as "as narrow as a dining room clock", i was like oh hey, maybe mr. bradbury was reading like dracula, too)

paul mccartney tells a story about how he was playing/singing like ray charles when he wrote "long and winding road". the song doesn't really sound anything like a ray charles song in the end, but paul aped someone's style and it unlocked things creatively.

when i read over my writing, i can see the jigsaw pieces of inspiration. in my new fic, "There’s a line of dead pixels along the bottom. They’ve been dead for months." is me doing vonnegut. so it goes.

"And did she know his uncle’s company sells golf clubs that use the same titanium as the space shuttles? That’s why they’re worth so much." is something i started trying to do because of jane austen. the fancy phrase is "free indirect speech", but the hope is that you know these are glenn's words, not kim's, even though they're in the narration from kim's POV.

(but the last sentence there is also just a quote from the 1998 classic 'you've got mail'.)

(i really do care too much about all this!!)

i think this frankenstein work is more rewarding than getting bogged down by writing guides on the internet. common writing advice would probably tell mr. bradbury to not use "very" and to drop the adverb from "seen faintly" -- and maybe some people don't like that sentence, but i do. i love it.

imo it’s helpful to learn rules and hear what the popular advice is, but it’s less helpful if that advice makes writing boring and soulless for you. experiment with shit! if your favorite author does something, see how it feels to do it, too!

i also did you a kindness and didn't give bradbury's whole quote before. let's have it now:

She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses but moving also toward a new sun.

fucking hell, ray.

the dracula/frankenstein process can be even bigger though. suck good ideas from wherever you can. visual artists use references, writers can, too! i make fun of myself for how much i research things, but the truth is it makes the writing easier. it's easier to describe a place when you have a visual reference for it.

maybe a photo of a house at dusk with the lights on makes you feel a certain way? i try to channel the feeling into my scene, picking what parts of that image might be creating the mood i'm feeling.

i also read things out loud. i think rhythm is more important in writing than we sometimes give it credit for. things feel good if they flow together well.

and then like you say, i practice. it absolutely helps. i was just as strongly opinionated about things a couple of years ago, but i think i’m a better writer now, and so much of it is just that i’ve... written more. hopefully i’ll be even better two years from now.

and i hope this was a more interesting answer than a screenshot from parks and rec! it was a treat to talk about writing, i really do love it.

#thank you again!!#asks #anon

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nikkxb · 1 year

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Y'all, it's been a year.

I have some absolutely wonderful asks in my inbox. They've been bright moments over the last few months. I will get to them, but please know I see them.

I've written absolutely nothing since the Inu-spiration reverse bang in June. Not a single word. I'm not stressing about it, though I've received some lovely comments since then on a few of my fics. I've been slowly working my way through responding to those comments and I'll be taking each day as it comes. I have no promises. I know what I want to finish. I know what's important to me to work on. I cannot make any guarantees.

Work has been good. Stressful recently -- I switched over to an online booking system and have a small handful of clients who are fighting tooth and nail against the change. I knew this was coming and prepared for it, but it's still exhausting and frustrating to deal with. (On the flip side, it's been a fucking dream of an asset with a great majority of my clients.) And I'm getting busier, so there's that.

Personal life is...a handful:

Me and the husband are great. We're dealing with a few things in our relationship, but we're working through them and he's still my lobster.

My relationship with my family is great; their relationship, not so much. One sister has been having massive problems with her husband, to the point that we genuinely don't know if we'll see him next year for Christmas. It's been very stressful and very hard to talk about.

Two very close friends of mine are going through a divorce. It wouldn't be messy if he (my closer friend of the two) would accept the consequences of his actions and let her fucking go. But it seems like he's having to learn a lot of things the hard way and I'm not sure what will be left of our friendship when all's said and done.

Husband and I are in the process of buying the townhome we live in. It was sprung on us a little over a week ago and while I'm trying to keep everything organized, it's been a mess. And so incredibly stressful. It would be one thing if we were buying because we were ready to; another thing entirely to be buying because the alternative is to find another place to rent in the worst renting market I've ever seen.

I went to a book convention that was an amazing experience, spent a lot of money, bought a lot of books, met a ton of wonderful people. Started reading said books -- and I absolutely hated the first four I picked up. Definitely worried that I'll hate most of the books I bought, which has done wonderful things whenever I remember how much money I spent. /s (Silver lining is that those four books were only from two authors. Much easier to accept I don't like an author than a ton of unconnected books.)

My house is a mess. It's an absolute mess. The only clean room is our bedroom and I refuse to do anything but sleep and read in there. Everywhere else is cluttered and messy and disorganized and such a visual stress, I haven't been able to do anything. I'm sure once it's cleaned, I'll be able to decompress, but the house has been like this since the beginning of June and I don't know how to fix it.

That's the cut and dry of it. I tried to keep it condensed. I'm sure there's more.

A lot of good happened this year, too, but I'm mostly just letting y'all know I'm alive, I'm okay, and why I've been so silent. Hoping to see more of you in the new year.

Oh, did I miss anything? Is there really porn back on tumblr?

#me #personal

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crazy-walls · 11 months

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Für trigger: 4, 21 & 47; 8 (and you're not allowed to say anything from "The Great Depression"! xD), 25, 39,45 & 50? 💕

ohhh so many :o thank u <3

4. What detail in [trigger] are you really proud of? - not really a singular detail but the small, somewhat "hidden "mundane" things throughout the story that come together by the end and make up the bigger picture - Skinny's comments in the beginning that Cotta only understands after Skinny blurts out his allegations, the plastic card Cotta finds and forgets about that leads to him figuring out that Skinny messed with him and the way Mike's death fits in, showing more connections and leading to another revelation. it was quite tricky to get everything in the right order to make sense but it feels very rewarding!

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [trigger], what would it be? - ohhh good one! the first thing that came to mind is Skinny's waiting for the news of Calhoon's arrest and the fallout regarding the dirty cops - the hours ticking by, him getting more anxious because he knew this *could* happen but didn't really expect it, slowly turning incredulous, then furious but also even more anxious because he has a pretty good idea what they'll do to him if anyone finds out he was involved (and not knowing if Cotta will actually keep his mouth shut). that would be really interesting, but not something i wanted to focus on for the fic

47. If [trigger] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. - a pair of black boots you've owned for quite a while, on the cheaper side, and you've tried wearing them for long walks or on busy days but they're never quite as comfortable in the long run as you'd hoped so they are kinda scuffed and a bit dirty but get pushed back into a corner more often than actually being worn

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? - oh oh oh! i have new answers! because recently there've been 3 songs i've been listening to a lot that are really great inspo for fic and i'd like to think about them a bit more (and hopefully write something eventually)! one is Venom by OLLIE, then there's Deep End by I Prevail (which is also great for editing, especially trigger!) and the third i'll keep to myself for now ^^

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? - just answered :)

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who? - if we're talking about just process i'm pretty sure James Oswald also drinks lots of tea & curses at the computer, but that's a coincidence ^^

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic? - writing descriptions, definitely. since i'm a very visual person i've realised that just looking for a few pictures for inspiration helps massively, too, which makes writing them easier and more fun :)

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!: 23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? - so there's been this idea for a priest!Bob/Skinny fic that's been coming back to me for quite a while and i'd really love to read that (write, well, maybe a little less than love) but i have like, four funny lines, a bunch of vibes and no setting or plot whatsoever for it so we'll see how that goes if i ever have time to write something new that'd take longer ^^"

fic writer ask game

#thank youuu <3 #i cooked & ate dinner first so this took a bit #there's at least one other scene in trigger that i'd like to write but most likely won't but that'll stay my secret for now #also i don't have a 'process' i just hope motivation energy and hyperfocus happen to fall together once in a blue moon #ask game

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ipsen · 1 year

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1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12 and 13 for Holometabolism

Hoho, boy, here we go. After a read more!!

1 - What inspired you to write/update this work?

I once put in the tags of a post I can no longer remember that there are only two things that fuel the creative process: love and spite, which are ultimately the same thing-- a desire for something better than what came before.

I am not upset that Eto was scrubbed out of her role in TG:re. I am upset because she was ultimately treated as an afterthought by the story, and that most of her efforts are just attributed to Arima. It's one of Tokyo Ghoul's worst habits: giving men more pity and attention than women. And this is a story with really good women characters that fall flat simply because the story refuses to utilize them.

That is ultimately why I made Holometabolism.

4 - What’s the most challenging part about posting new/updated work? Do you find posting stressful or invigorating?

Posting as I go is probably the only way I can motivate myself to continue a multichapter work. I need some extra validation from sources besides myself, because personal passion can only get you so far in life. You must be uplifted by others in some capacity to, ultimately, make it anywhere.

The hardest part about posting is, to me, clicking the post button. Because I just know there's gonna be some formatting error or whatever that I missed and now I have to go back and FIX IT.

Oh well.

5 - How do you decide how long your fics/chapters will be? Do you have a word count goal?

For Holometabolism specifically, I liked to shoot for at least 4k words because that's a nice healthy number for me. It just seems like the longfics I myself enjoy have a similar word count per chapters, and I've just kinda grown accustomed to it.

But usually my process involves a vision, and then writing to get to said vision. I visualized an EtoKen ending for this fic and then went from there (I actually fleshed out Chapter 4 the most before any of the others, and it's the chapter that's retained the most of its original draft form). Word count isn't a generally a factor, but it does help keep me within a certain limit.

I'm all for a word vomit, but constraints are an integral part of quality. Also makes editing much easier when there's less to actually edit. I like editing the least.

7 - What part of this fic/chapter was the most fun to write?

Now here's a tricky question, because I have a lot of parts that I had so much fun, to the point where ranking them is honestly impossible.

I liked Eto and Touka's first conversation in Ch2. They are foils to one another, with similar backstories and personalities, but they approach things differently. Establishing that was important groundwork for their friendship later on in the fic.

Every time Hinami interacted with Eto was a joy. Hinami is this weird cross between Kaneki and Eto, like a strange brain child of theirs since she was influenced by both of them at key stages in her life.

Ch4's climax (haha) is near and dear to my heart. Not my best work by a longshot, but a very important piece that I'll cherish for a long time. Reconciling your ugliness and bearing it in the hopes for something better is something I want to believe I can do too. So I wrote two people doing it (haha).

Ch5's ending!! I loved taking "I am a ghoul" and making it a positive, awesome slogan! I felt bad having to follow it up with Ch6, honestly. SPEAKING OF--

Eto and Furuta's conversation and "rematch"! So much fun. What better to demonstrate her character development than by having her confront someone she definitely hates? Gotta pat myself on the back for that one.

8 - Which line/paragraph are you most proud of? Why are you proud of this?

Tricky question #2, I see. Well, if I have to pick one, then:

“Please don’t die, Eto,” [Hinami] choked out.

Eto pursed her lips. “Why?”

A few tears dropped onto their hands, coalescing into a small puddle on Eto’s knuckles. “Because… Because I’m not ready to say goodbye.” Hinami pressed their hands against her forehead. “Please… Even if you can’t smile, or laugh, or cry… Live.”

I intended this to be the turning point for Eto's character in this EtoKen fanfiction. A sin, to some, to not have the love interest be the one to start the redemption journey.

Hinami is another one of Eto's foils who is also in the unique position of being capable of holding real and sustainable affection for her. It was important to me to showcase that that was what it was: real, genuine love. Because Hinami, besides Kaneki, is the only person Eto would actually believe in 99% of circumstances, since the girl is both similar to Eto and honest with herself.

12 - What do you hope readers will take away from this work?

"You are worth it, even if you don't think you are." "There's always a little bit of hope for everyone." "Even if you can't smile, laugh, or cry... Live."

Life is mostly good, I like to think, and I wanted to underscore that belief with this fic. I want people to know that hope is stronger than despair, and that it is hope for the future and yourself that drives positive change. Something like that.

13 - Are there any cut lines/scenes from this work? Why did you cut them?

I have an entire document dedicated to "scenes that were Good to me, but either didn't flow properly with the story or just contributed very little to the progression of those involved." There's at least one scene per chapter, too.

I might actually post some of them here on tumblr someday, when I'm feeling enough energy to format each LOL

That's everything! Thanks for the ask!

#ask #tg #holometabolism

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