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biskael · 8 months

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" What happened? You seem distraught. "

HOW OFTEN WOULD THE HUNTER EVER be caught like this ? trapped , with things so rarely , if ever , felt . long had quilge thought his age of emotions were long-since dead . killed & slaughtered by his own hands ; he had not to feel any longer since that time in the forest . to raise the blade with conviction . a strike he would gladly give to just about anyone . and a cruelty he looked upon with pride . there were many men within his ranks , unfamiliar with the storm of warfare & savagery that strode alongside it . crying aloud in the night . not so cold as their captain . fresh souls to the beast within . that that was why their kind had fought , to begin with . monsters killing monsters .

not many are close to the jailer . most often by choice . the grandmaster , quilge is gracious to have near , of course . and rarely is there another he would choose as a confidant amidst these chains of time . loving him as blood , as brothers . beneath the veil , however , slumbers the hunter's own worries . that he is not strong enough , despite everything he has done . or that his loyalty would become an undoing ------ a shattering deeper than the flesh , but splintering into the soul . severed from heaven & to be cast down into hell , as the stories of eld told of a beautiful , radiant liar . voice a soft sunlight . yet , everything , across eras , had lead to this . what their Father had accomplished so long ago had yet to be wielded .

his eyes , sharpened in the afterglow of a palace of ice . his laugh , gently grim . a soft sound that echoes before it is engulfed by the cold , the silence of a world being slowly devoured . such as he , the longer quilge keeps such an ache to himself . a striking worry , the likes of which he had never considered . an impossibility . he had not locked himself so deeply away as he'd thought . even after what seemed to be eons .

" i trust that you , of all people , would speak to no one of this , bruder . " except , perhaps , to their Father , as one could expect . but that could come later . he'd dreamed . and , for once , in a long time , he'd hoped . " that my affairs are my own , and not some lighthearted gossip that thrills the vultures amidst our ranks . "

a pause . almost uncharacteristic & foreign . eyes searching behind crimson glass , staring into the gleaming emerald his brother possessed . holding his stare in equal .

" ... one of those arrancar has pierced my heart . nnoitra , the former fifth espada . a man so bestial & ferocious , there wasn't any doubt that i had to make him mine . & that he had claimed me , in equal earnest . we had both refused to leave that desert without the other in tow ------ be it caged , or devoured . " an admittance that then silences him , for only a moment . to catch his breath . " i could not bring myself to kill him . i didn't wish it , despite the carnage both of us had caused towards one another ... "

with a hand , quilge reaches for his left sleeve , and pulls it upward . the flesh of his forearm is riddled with new scars : deepened wounds , some healing , and some , freshly scarring . all widened , dense teeth marks . the dull fangs of this beast he claimed to carry some affection for . no doubt a badge of honor for a man like himself . something that refused to fade , however , unlike other injuries . darkened & bruised , like velvet scarlet .

" i only wish for understanding , bruder . that you do not see me as any different for my affections towards ... our own enemy . "

@za-baransu

#zabaransu #oh to be close enough to quilge to actually say this to him #& not get your entire head shot clean off .#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | incharacter .#mmm ... this took ages . </3 #but i missed them ! i missed you too !#( i also completely forgot the context of this original message . so long ago . )#( but i figured making it about my ship seemed apt . )#( LMAO . I KNOW I NEVER SHGUT UP ABOUT THEM . )#( but ... to be fair ... IT IS something quilge starts worrying about . )#( for NUMEROUS reasons . )#( & i don't recall ever writing a more fleshed out RP scenario to their conversations about it . )#( HHHHHHHHHNNNNN . AAAAAAA .A AAAAAA . )#( then again he WOULD only discuss the seedlings of this relation TO JUGRAM TBH . )#( NO ONE ELSE GETS TO KNOW TO BEGIN . )#ask to tag .#donotlookforfilter

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acrux-jr · 6 months

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Carousel - part 3

Ahhh okok so maybe I lied, I was sick in bed and had nothing to do lmao so i did the only logical thing: sleep write smut.

MINORS DNI // NSFW 18+

Tags: smut, fluff, dreams of pregnancy, age gap(forgot to mention reader is 20 to 23, Mike is said to be around 25-29)

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: It gets hot and steamy with Mike.

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The two of you sat like that for a while, basking in each other's presence. You moved your shoulder and signaled off. You started up, and his hand snaked to yours.

"Where are you going?"

You gave a small chuckle and crouched down. "I'm just going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I'm assuming based on that fast grab you want me to stay over?"

He nodded. The Mike now was a completely different Mike from when you first met him but still the same somehow.

"Come on baby, let's go wash up and get ready for bed." Mike stood up and you grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

When the two of you entered the bathroom, a thought suddenly popped up. "Mike?"

"Hmm?"

"Who was the girl in the hospital?"

Silence hung in the air.

"I'm just asking because the two of you seemed close and she was in a serious condition being hooked up to the machines. Plus she looked really familiar."

"Um she's a police officer. She helped me get settled with the old security gig."

"Oh okay. What happened to her if you don't mind me asking?"

Mike froze. How the fuck was he going to explain that she was stabbed by her psychotic father who also kidnapped my brother, killed him, and 4 other children who he stuffed into suits which possed animatronics that tried to kill him and Abby. Just casually blurt that out?

You saw the gears turning in his head.

"Okay. You don't have to tell what happened, don't worry. Just one thing." He nodded. "Were you two close romantically?"

"God no. Not at all. She's just a friend." He shook his head no and blurted that out.

"Okay okay calm down you're not on trial Mike. It's been two months and if you tried to date another person or had a one night stand I would get it, like I said for 2 months we were done."

Mike tilted his head. "Were you with anyone?" There wasn't an accusation tone per say but more of a jealous one?

You raised an eyebrow and hoped on the sink counter. "Mike Schmidt. Are you jealous?" You crossed your arms and tried to fight off the smile.

He rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath. "What if I am?" Was his snarky reply.

He went in between your legs. "How could I not be?" He whispered to himself as he kissed your jaw leading down your neck.

You uncross your arms and place them on his shoulders.

He gently nipped and sucked your l/t/d skin. Your breath hitched and your legs spread a little wider for him.

He smiled against your flesh. His hands gripped your thighs and gave a soft squeeze. You hummed in appreciation and scooted a little closer to be flushed against him.

His hands traveled up your thighs and to the small of your back, pushing closer. You rubbed against him, and he pressed firm. Your breathing became ragged with desire.

"Mike…," he gently kissed your neck, an acknowledgment of sorts,"n-hmm not here."

You gently pushed him back. "Stay right here. Come to your room in 5 minutes." He groaned and looked at his clock.

"5 minutes?"

You rolled your eyes at his exasperated tone,"Yes Mikey 5 minutes, it's not gonna kill you."

As you left you heard a faint, 'It just might.' You giggled and rushed to the room. Most of your stuff was left here, even your lucky lingerie. It was dark green with black accents.

Mike always went a little longer and a little harder when you wore this. You slipped out of your clothes putting on the lingerie.

You bit your lip in anticipation, and waited for the last minutes to pass before Mike had permission to open the door.

The door knob jiggled and turned and there Mike stopped in his tracks. The tent in his pants moved from the twitch. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, with the dark green see through lingerie dress. He quickly regained motion and hurriedly got in and shut the door, not needing to re-traumatize someone.

It fits perfectly against your skin. He slowly walked over to you, in between your legs again. He grabbed your chin and gave you a chaste kiss. "You're beautiful." You flushed red and bashfully looked away.

Mike dropped to knees and pushed your legs open more. He caressed the inside of your thighs, capturing the full view of you.

Dark green baby doll dress, tied in the middle with a black bow. And the fark green and black lace thong that was in his way. He kissed your knee, then traveled upward slowly. It was agonizing. Your thigh twitch and another grin spread across his face, a cocky grin and eyes looked up at you and slowly licked the rest of the way towards your pussy.

You were on fire. Every kiss, lick, and breath on your skin makes you burn. And you knew Mike was being a little shit going fucking slow. You rest on your hands, looking at Mike.

He glanced up at you and raised an eyebrow. His hands were hovering above your thong, a slight nod from you and they were moved to the side. A light moan escaped your mouth as Mike gently rubbed your clit.

You bit your lip as his tongue dragged upwards and circled around it as well. Your hand shot out and snaked in his hair. You bit your lip and pressed Mike a bit closer.

Mike licked and sucked your wet heat. How he wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck you silly, but he had to wait, take his time. One more rough lick up and kiss to you abused clit and he entered one finger.

Your hips shifted and pushed the finger in. A whimper left your lips as Mike held you in place. In and out, pumping in and tou clenching around his finger drove him insane. He pumped another finger in you and curled them. Your breathing was ragged and moany.

He let you fuck yourself on his finger, admiring how you already looked wreck and he hasn't even unziphis pants. He kissed your thighs again and gave a gentle nip. You tightened around his finger. He gave another shit eating grin and you had enough.

When he took his fingers out of you, you gripped his jacket collar, and pulled up towards you, laying down with him hover above you. Your mouths met, and you licked his bottom lip. Your hands trailed down his firm body, stopping at the zipper of his pants.

As you sucked his bottom lip, your hands quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. This time Mike was breathing hard, uncontrollable even.

You grabbed it firmly, and slowly started to move. He was thick and warm. It made your cunt ache, it clenched at the idea of him.

He whimpered as he started to fuck your hand. His big brown eyes pleading now.

"Want do you want Mike?"

He was falling apart at the simplest touch, "W-want to," he groaned, "to fuck you."

"Oh yeah?"

He nodded feverishly.

"I thought you knew how to ask nicely Mike."

He flushed, "Please."

"Hmm I don't know, you were oughtly enjoying teasing me earlier. Maybe I should do the same to you."

He gave a slight glare and leaned down. Kissing your neck he spoke, "Baby please. I wanted to make you feel good."

Heat pooled in your stomach. "Fuck me Mike." He quickly got up right and positioned himself. You nodded and he pushed in.

"So fucking tight and hot." He muttered to himself. Your back arched slightly from the intrusion and adjustment.

He was flush against you now, fully in. He waited for you to nod before thrusting.

He towered over you, and with one hand holding himself up the other found its way to the tied ribbon, he quickly pulled loose.

Your breast was exposed, and his mouth found its way to your nipple. He lapped his tongue on your perked nipple. He whimpered as you pushed his head down and grinded against him, pushing him all the way in again and clenching.

His hips stuttered as you gave him a hickey and gently tugged his hair. "Fuck." Mike groaned in your ear.

You were close, Mike thrusted hard and his hand made it down to your clit again. Gently rubbing as the two of you kissed.

A moan made it to Mike's ear as he felt you cum, squeezing harder than he thought was possible. A couple of more thrust and Mike finished, he filled your cunt and cum leaked. He stayed in you as he softened.

An image if you were pregnant popped into Mike's head and he twitched. You raised an eyebrow and he gave a sheepish smile. He pushed it in the back of his mind, he didn't have the energy for round 2 or to even think deeply about that image right now.

He fell next to you, both of you out of breath.

He reached out and grabbed your hand. "I'll be back. Let me clean up." You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard Mike shuffle around getting ready for bed. You felt a slight shake.

"Y/n."

"Hmm?" Your eyes fluttered.

"Let me clean you up, love." You gave a nod as Mike manhandled you getting you cleaned up and more warm clothes on.

You heard a distinct voice arguing as you stirred away.

"Abby! Go away!"

"No! I want to see y/n!"

"Not now."

"Move."

"Ow Abby what the fuck!"

As she ran past Mike, after stomping on his toe, he heard simultaneously the two of you yell, 'Swear jar!'

Abby jumped on the bed and snuggled up right next to you. You were extremely grateful that Mike helped you change last night.

You glanced up at Mike and he gave you a deadpan look. Silently giggling, you motioned him over. Mouthing 'hurry up.'

Mike sighed and climbed into bed. They three of you laid together in bed, Abby falling back to sleep. You looked at her and smiled. Mike's heart was filled with love. He was grateful, happy, and stupendously lucky to have you. He was never going to mess it up again.

An exchange of 'I love you's' was softly spoken between the two of you, as you both nodded off to sleep too.

Strangely enough, all three dreams were filled with you, Mike, Abby, and one little baby girl learning how to draw with Abby.

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Ive seen those clips of those um *cough cough* josh h. edits and bro the way i scream and had to laugh was something else 😭

Hope you enjoyed- the other 3 oneshots will be a bit later I got a chem test coming up and i need to study. Wish me luck or pray for me, whichever gets me an A 😭

Taglist: @hellothisisprincesskitty @stinkii-boii

#mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x reader #x reader #fluff #smut #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie

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quodekash · 9 months

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guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

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thedeadspeak · 4 months

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I completely forgot to do some kind of pinned post and the cover art is a bit dated at this point so HERE WE GO

The Dead Speak is a canon divergent Star Wars fan comic that picks up after the events of ep. 8, The Last Jedi.

This comic is very AU! It mostly stays true to the ep 1-8 cinematic canon but I sure do play fast and loose w backstories / supplementary info. A lot of those things have been altered and remixed a bit so they're more interesting to me personally. It SHOULD all make sense within the context of the story, but I'm happy to answer questions if anything's ever confusing! (no spoilers though)

I post it in a couple of different places outside of tumblr, but the two best to read in bulk are probably

ComicFury - The Dead Speak Ao3 - The Dead Speak (Ao3 only updates after every 'scene' so it's usually a bit behind CF)

The ships are reylo and stormpilot, but god is it fucking slow burn good luck lmao

(I think i've been a little confused about tags so far but now that I have this overview I'm gonna be sure to tag individual posts only w what's relevant directly in the art of the post I SWEAR)

Thanks for reading my unhinged fanfic!

#comic #fan comic #star wars #the dead speak #reylo #sw fanart #rey star wars #star wars fanart #finn star wars #kylo ren #poe dameron #finnpoe #stormpilot

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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For the warmup prompts can you do Beetlejuice and Lydia (platonic! I do not ship them romantically in any way whatsoever) with the dialogue of “I bet I can get you to say my name.” If not, I totally understand!

So for people who haven’t seen/listened to the musical the vibe is completely different from the movie LMAO less “this is our weird uncle beetlejuice the family won’t talk to him he’s wanted by the feds and can’t come within 500 feet of the house” and more “cool but still weird cousin beetlejuice who collects strange rocks, is always in danger of being actively actively on fire, and is wayyy too into dark humor”. It’s a good show! If you like comedy musicals with a rock lean to the soundtrack, you’ll probably like it. It’s got a Little Shop of Horrors sensibility to it, I think.

If anyone tags this as ship w/ Lydia and Beetlejuice I will crawl out of your screen like the girl from the ring and gnaw on your bones I’m so serious

AU where the plot of this show doesn’t take like. A week LMAO. Basically Lydia hasn’t said BJ’s name yet but she also hasn’t decided what to do with her dad yet. So they’re at an impasse. Lydia regularly goes to hang out in her haunted attic and lament because Delia won’t go up there, thus making it safe. Beetlejuice keeps doing Say My Name-style ad pitches to get Lydia to summon him properly but he’s not very good at it.

EDIT: FORGOT THE BODY HORROR WARNING OOPS!! It’s very mild but just in case anyone needs it <;3

Full-Time Spectres

Lydia’s life is far from conventional, perfectly so, but she’s started to adapt to the strangeness in the walls of her house. She doesn’t have the one ghost she wants most of all, but she’s got three that do just fine for entertainment and scheming purposes. She’s gotten used to the cold spots, the occasional flicker of the lights, and Adam’s habit of walking through walls rather than doors--he figured out that he could and never wanted to stop.

Some things she’ll never adjust to, though, like her attic being strewn with scraps of brutalized board games.

Monopoly’s been pinned to the wall with a knife, Ludo sits perfectly still on a shelf with suspicious-looking green liquid in the shot glasses, and a chess board hovers in the air, eternally aflame. It’s a massacre and she doesn’t know where half of these things came from.

“What’s, uh…what’s happening here?” Lydia kicks the door shut behind her. The door creaks open. She kicks it closed again with a frown.

Adam looks up and squints at the door. His eyes dart around as if he can see the schematics of it and diagnose the problem from halfway across the room. Lydia allows herself a tiny smile.

“Adam’s teaching me to play checkers.” Beetlejuice beams, which is unsettling in itself.

“Well, I tried to reach him to play chess, then a few other things…it didn’t go well.” Adam pushes his glasses up his nose and surveys the board in front of them. He captures one of Beetlejuice’s pieces with a triumphant little ‘aha!’.

Beetlejuice takes a long, pensive look at the board. Very thin tendrils of smoke curl out of his ears as he tries to decide which piece to play. Adam, sweet Adam, goes to help him make an advantageous move, but Beetlejuice shushes him.

“What are you doing?” Lydia sidles over to Barbara, who fumbles with an old lamp. She sets it down before she can shatter it.

“Well, it was going to be a surprise but…” Barbara gestures excitedly to a small nook in the attic. She’s rearranged various boxes of her former belongings to build a shoddy sort of booth. A heavy, ugly floral curtain hangs precariously over the doorway.

“It’s a dark corner!” Lydia gasps sarcastically.

“No—well, yes, but it’s supposed to be a kind of mini dark room? I don’t know much about them but I know you’re always taking pictures.” Barbara shifts awkwardly.

Oh. Oh.

Lydia cradles her camera in her hands, running her thumb along the outside. The pebbled texture is a kiss to her fingertips. If she concentrated hard enough, she can remember the feeling of her mom’s warm hands over her own, showing her how to hold the camera.

“If you don’t like it—“

“You made this for me?” She whispers. She tries to swallow the lump in her throat.

“Still workin’ on it, but yes.” Barbara gestures lamely.

“You…didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got nothing but time. Might as well use it right.” Barbara shrugs. Lydia bounces on her toes.

“I’ve still, um, gotta clear out all of our junk. Adam and I don’t need it anymore, not really, and you need room to breathe. I know it’s not much, but--”

Lydia crashes into Barbara for a hug. She’s icy to the touch, but her touch is the most comforting thing Lydia can imagine. Barbara pulls her in close, cradling the back of her head with her cool hands. There is no heartbeat in her chest, but Lydia can feel that it’s not empty.

A memory of her mother prickles at the back of her mind. She pushes it down.

“Do you want help?” Lydia pulls away and looks towards the dark room, ignoring the twinge of grief in her gut. She can see its potential around the edges.

“It’s your surprise! You can’t help with that!” Barbara gasps, affronted.

The curtain falls heavily from the hooks and thumps into the ground. A plume of dust kicks up and Lydia coughs.

“Okay. Maybe you can.” Barbara scratches her head. Together, she and Lydia hoist the heavy curtain back into precarious-looking hooks embedded in the wall. As they back away from it, silently begging it to stay in place, Beetlejuice sits up ramrod straight.

“Adam, Barbara’s throwing away your coin collection,” Beetlejuice gasps and points over Adam’s shoulder.

“What? They’re vintage!” Adam whirls around. Beetlejuice moves a bunch of pieces around, making a bunch of captures, and eats a piece for good measure. He winks at Lydia. She fondly rolls her eyes.

“You know I would never.” Barbara says. Adam deflates. She kisses his forehead. He grumbles a little but accepts it.

When Adam turns back to the board, Lydia has the express joy of watching him go through the five stages of grief in real time. He looks from Beetlejuice to the board in sheer despair.

“Why do you keep eating the pieces?” Adam puts his head in his hands.

“Because, Adam dearest, it makes you mad.” Beetlejuice pats his shoulder solemnly. Lydia snorts.

“Well, I’m officially out of games.” Adam pats his thighs and stands. He ambles over to Barbara and appraises the curtain. He puts his hands on his hips and starts muttering about supports and tracks. Lydia tries to follow along but her eyes near-instantly glaze over.

“Sooooo, Lydia.” Beetlejuice slides over to her. “Have you given my offer any more thought?”

“You still haven’t given me a convincing argument. Calling yourself ‘the worst of the best’ isn’t exactly a glowing review.” Lydia wrinkles her nose.

“These two like me!” Beetlejuice points at the Maitlands. Barbara gives a teasing ‘meh’ gesture just to see him splutter in offense. She laughs softly.

“I’ll admit, I’m coming around on him.” Adam chuckles.

“Thank you, Adam. Mwah.” Beetlejuice blows a kiss in his direction. Adam turns a little pink and goes back to working on the curtain. Barbara whispers something in his ear that makes him turn even pinker.

“They like anyone. I’ve met cardboard with stronger opinions than them.” Lydia scoffs, then turns. “No offense.”

Adam and Barbara both shrug.

“Fair point. Counteroffer: you hate your dad, I hate your dad, let’s kill him.” Beetlejuice gives his most enthusiastic jazz hands. Lydia stares at him blankly.

“Denied.” She pushes his hands out of the way.

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that you suck. Your fate hinges on me and you can’t even get me to say your name. You spend all your time cheating at board games because you need me more than I need you. That’s pretty lame for a big, scary demon,” Lydia says mockingly, curling her fingers into claws. When Beetlejuice gives her the finger, she gives two right back with a smirk.

“Lydia, be nice,” Barbara chides, goosing Lydia’s side. She yelps and smacks her hand away.

Beetlejuice gasps. Lydia slowly meets his sparkling eyes.

“No.” Lydia points at him. Beetlejuice smiles slowly, wicked and full of mischief.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you--”

Lydia steps back, Beetlejuice steps forward, and all hell breaks loose. Lydia springs over a pile of Maitland junk and ducks under Adam’s arm. She shoves him into Beetlejuice’s path.

Beetlejuice simply picks Adam up and deposits him elsewhere like a Maitland mannequin. He squeaks and leaps out of the way of their chase.

The two of them circle each other around an unbuilt dining room table kit, Lydia just barely keeping out of arm’s reach. She bolts past a dilapidated spin-your-own-yarn kit and dives through Barbara’s legs to hide behind her.

Beetlejuice stops and visibly considers the consequences of doing the same. Barbara gives him a withering look. He tries to circle around her, but Lydia’s excellent at moving her around like a meat shield. Beetlejuice visibly starts scheming.

Barbara looks at Lydia, looks back at him, and slides out of the way.

“Barbara!” Lydia screeches in outrage but there’s not enough time to screech and run. He grabs her and pulls her into a bear hug.

“Thank youuuu, Babs!” Beetlejuice grins at her. She shakes her head fondly and honorably discharges herself from the battlefield.

“Hey Lydia…I bet I can get you to say my name.” He cackles evilly. Lydia hisses at him, but damn it, she’s already giggling nervously. He swoops his hands over her stomach, wiggling his fingers but not quite touching.

“B-Beetlejuice!” She squeaks and rocks up onto her toes in lieu of running.

“That’s one!” He singsongs, finally touching down on her stomach. She folds into his hands—unwise, really—and curses Beetlejuice to the high heavens and below.

“Think we should help her?” Adam leans over to Barbara. They both watch Lydia worm around in Beetlejuice’s arms, not making much of an escape attempt despite the volume of her threats.

“Nah.” Barbara moves a crate of nearly-unused embroidery hoops out of the way with tender care. The curtain collapses again. Both Maitlands sigh.

“Beetlejuice, you fucker!” Lydia growls, but quickly loses it to laughter. He’s doing this infuriating little pinchy-thing to her sides, one that makes her leap clear off the ground each time. She tosses her head back and cackles, her whole face scrunched with the force of it.

God, she hasn’t laughed like this since…well, it’s been a while. She’d forgotten that she could.

“Eh, that probably counts. One more!” Beetlejuice finds a deathly spot on her lower ribs and decides not to leave it alone.

“Beeeeeeeeeeeee--AHHH!”

“Hm, yeah. See, now we’re gonna have to start over.” Beetlejuice tasers her sides, right at that spot, and feigns disapproval. Lydia makes a noise at a pitch audible only to dogs and demons.

Crunch.

Lydia’s foot connects directly with his face in a frankly-stunning high kick. He drops her roughly. Something goes flying across the room and hits the wall with a quiet thump. Barbara gasps sharply and covers her mouth in shock.

Beetlejuice touches his nose—or rather, the space where it used to be, and a thick hush falls over the attic. Everyone’s eyes drift to the nose, now fallen among jars of the most rancid-looking kombucha on the face of the earth. It twitches plaintively.

He laughs, loud and boisterous. His lack-of-nose whistles as he does. Adam picks up the fallen nose and gags before tossing it to Lydia and wiping his hands on his shirt.

“Got your nose,” Lydia giggles weakly, depositing it into Beetlejuice’s hand.

“Nice shot.” Beetlejuice chuckles, uncomfortably nasally, and shoves his nose back into place with an awful crack. He takes a long, wheezing inhale and gives her a thumbs up.

“So…” He sidles close to her, bringing back the jazz hands.

“No.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” He sighs.

“Lydia, are you alright?” Delia’s voice curls faintly up the rickety staircase. She climbs up, but not all the way—Lydia can tell by the shuffling of her awful shoes.

Everyone freezes.

“Lydia?”

She opens her mouth to answer Delia and Beetlejuice squeezes her sides. She yelps and whirls around, but he doesn’t even have the decency to feign innocence. He just does it again, waiting for the precise moment she goes to speak.

“Y-Yeah, I’m o-okay.” Lydia wrestles with Beetlejuice’s hands, her voice shaking with barely-restrained giggles.

“Oh god, please don’t make me come up there.” Delia’s ‘whisper’ is anything but. Beetlejuice snorts.

“I’m fine! Just, uhm, doing spring cleaning.” Lydia calls back, stomping on Beetlejuice’s foot. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Okay.” A long, heavy pause from Delia.

“You can go now!” Lydia yells. Delia’s heels click quickly down the stairs, back towards the dreary living.

“You’re insufferable,” Lydia hisses at Beetlejuice, punching his shoulder. He holds his hand over his heart and gives a grand, sweeping bow. When he stands up, he smacks his head against the dagger in the wall. Lydia snickers at him.

He turns around like a penguin, never one to do things normally, and makes a delighted noise at the pierced Monopoly board. He pulls the knife out of the wall and pokes his finger with it a few too many times, fascinated with the sharpness of it.

He stretches, makes a bunch of vague measurement and aiming gestures, then lobs the knife straight upwards. It lodges into the ceiling with an enthusiastic ping! The blade warbles with the force of it.

Beetlejuice slaps the Monopoly board down on the floor and plops down in front of it. Adam bemoans the state of the attic ceiling as Barbara consoles him.

“Wanna play?” Beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the board changes, shifting into black, whites, purples, and greens. Graveyard moss creeps along the edges of the board. Monopoly components spawn into existence on the board, appearing in puffs of fog and comically-quiet wails of the damned.

“Sure.” Lydia sits opposite him. She pokes at some of the moss. It sprouts to meet her touch.

“If you get stabbed, you lose?” Beetlejuice casts a cursory glance to the still-wobbling knife. The blade shifts slightly out of the ceiling.

“Deal.” Lydia sticks her hand out to shake. Beetlejuice takes it with gusto.

“You guys wanna play?” Lydia turns to the Maitlands. Barbara and Adam look at each other, communicating in that telepathic way of theirs. Barbara grins and leads Adam over to the board to sit.

“I call thimble!” Adam reaches for it. Beetlejuice swats his hand. Adam reaches again. Beetlejuice swats him a little harder.

“You can’t have the thimble. I’m the thimble.” Beetlejuice pinches it between his fingers.

“Can I have the thimble?” Barbara leans close to Beetlejuice and looks up at him through her lashes. Lydia never would’ve guessed that a demon could blush, but sure enough, Beetlejuice’s face takes on the slightest bit of color.

“I sense that I’m being manipulated.” He narrows his eyes.

“Is it working?” Barbara smiles.

“Yep.” He slaps the thimble into her hand. She passes it to Adam. He beams. Beetlejuice rolls his eyes but his gaze lingers on them for just a bit too long.

“Well played, Babs. Well played.” Beetlejuice scoops up the racecar piece and frowns at it. Its tiny metal form melts and reconfigures into a small hearse. Satisfied, he places it right next to the cat piece—Lydia’s, of course. Barbara takes the top hat with pride.

When Beetlejuice jumps Adam for his extra get out of jail free card—of which there are a suspicious amount in Beetlejuice’s version of the game—Lydia laughs and swipes a bit of Beetlejuice’s money. Adam’s hiccupy cackles are the backdrop for Barbara robbing the bank in broad daylight, taking as many bills from the tray as her heart desires.

Lydia’s life is certainly very strange and painfully unusual, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She can only hope that her mom will love being part of the attic’s menagerie of ghosts and ghouls as much as she does.

#this...this got out of hand #rewrote it twice so it might be a bit of a mess but i think i got to mash together the concepts i was leaning between #hope u enjoy it anon!! thank u for this!!!#my fics #beetlejuice musical #ticklish!lydia #lil bit of adam at the end too but im not gonna tag it #lydia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #beetlejuice #not gonna tag delia either but bless her heart #not explicitly ship but. i think adam barbara and beetlejuice hold hands sometimes idk #tried to include a couple easter eggs/references i hope ppl enjoy those hehe #also bj is just so much fun to write. funky lil freak

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resident-gay-bitch · 26 days

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This could be overstepping, but would it be possible for you to stop using the tag 'platonic prongsfoot'? Or at least not tag platonic prongsfoot alongside wolfstar, so the wolfstar content doesn't show up under the prongsfoot tag? It's difficult enough to avoid wolfstar, and the prongsfoot tag is already misused in a lot of ways (ex. to talk about why people don't ship prongsfoot).

No offense meant, and of course you can disregard this completely, but I figured it might be worth the ask.

hi hiiii, sorry this took me so long to get too! i started replying a while ago, got distracted, stashed this in my drafts and then completely forgot!

this is not overstepping at all! i actually completly agree. i used to use the platonic prongsfoot tag a lot before i realised people shipped them romantically, and then still for a while before i got into romantic prongsfoot and then i was like looking in the prongsfoot tag and only seeing platonic shit and wolfstar and it was pissing me off!

so thank you for sending this ask and i think it's a good idea to keep sending asks like this to people that have yet to understand that prongsfoot is a romantic ship and that the tag gets flooded with other things due to confusing and incorrect tagging!

i haven't tagged platonic prongsfoot in ages as far as im aware, but there are probably still posts circulating with platonic prongsfoot tagged on them. i'll see now if i can find some and change the tagging.

anyway, thanks for doing your bit for the cluttered prongsfoot tag lmao, it can get so annoying looking for rare pair content and getting wolfstar or jegulus. (also i'm sorry for previously being part of the problem!)

#jay answers #prongsfoot

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burntblueberrywaffles · 6 months

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Fic tag game

got tagged by @fangeek-girl ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 works but 3 of them are fanfic lol

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

1896 words total. Your girl is definitely one for brevity LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday, that one drabble I made for The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, and I've been writing for Star Wars (though I haven't posted anything yet) and Mrs maisel (i wrote a whole short fic for that almost a year ago but I forgot about it completely until I found it in my notes apps, I should get around to posting it)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I don't have 5 fics total but here's my current count in order:

1-Lies

2-The world's a little blurry

3-Pretend

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes always! the fact that people are READING my stuff and taking time to comment has me 🥺🥺🥺

My writing ao3 isnt linked to my main email adress though so sometimes it takes me a while to respond because I wont see it until I periodically check my fic stats

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

.....Probably The world's a little blurry let's be real (I'm going to fix it it in the next one in the series, I promise!!!)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

akdadhjgsjgd hard to say all my shit is angsty, I guess Pretend?? kind of, it's less of a downer than the other ones. The final part of Come a little closer will have a happy ending though I promise! (already finished writing the end, I just need to write the beginning lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No ❤️ I don't think any of my stuff has gotten enough attention for that lol

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

NO my ace ass has no experience with that so I wouldn't know how 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(I might need to in some future project, fortunately a lot of my friends are perverts (affectionate) so I could probably ask for some guidance if it comes to that LOL)

10. Do you write cross-overs?

No, I'm not a big fans of crossovers in general so certainly have never felt compelled to write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

So many ugh I cant even choose, it's more rare for me to actually finish something than the opposite, that's why I'll never post anything unless the whole thing is finished (only exception is my current series, but that's because I felt like each fic making up the series were self-contained enough that they didn't need to follow up immediatly to work? if that makes sense - plus the first one was a one shot and only thought of how to follow it up after posting it)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

ANIDALA MY BELOVED

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at imagery and emotion (being a poetry writer goes brrrrr)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS oh god I'm so bad at it. My fic are vibes only lmao, what are they wearing? where are they? what movements are they doing? NOT IMPORTANT how about I offer you 12 metaphors on how this character is feeling instead. (though I'm forcing myself to work on it haha)

I also struggle with any longer story arc... there's a reason all my stuff is so short lol

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's in french it would be pretty fun since it's my ✨first language✨ hehe. For other languages I'd see if one of my friends speak it but otherwise idk if I'd include it bc I don't want to butcher another language, I've seen too many english authors put french through the ringer it's painful 😭

18. First fandom you wrote for?

I guess Julie and the Phantoms? I never posted it but I had a pretty advanced fic for that. unless you count the 13 reasons why fic I posted on wattpas when i was early teen but we dont talk about that

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

right now it has to be The world's a little blurry, I just love how it came out hehe

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

none right now.

Anyway tagging @nonamemanga @beri-allen @unlifeira @realmermaid333 @suchaladyy @witchysith @king-crimson-works @theycallme-thejackal and anyone else who might want to do it!

#tag game #burntblueberrywaffles

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rrcenic · 1 year

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about me !!!

basically im like if kaveh had a dad

hi i’m nic!! he/him, ftm, gay, and polyamorous. dating the cutest handsomest silliest dude ever @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks <33

im 15! audhd + bpd + anxiety + depression. been on t for a year

i stole my personality from ben balmaceda

FREE PALESTINE

dni if ur an asshole its not that hard to be kind to people :)

my youtube account (i upload animatics and short animation shitposts here)

my ao3 account (i upload my fanfics here)

my tiktok account (general shitposts, animations, cosplay

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interests/fandoms:

i like ships (im deranged about gay people) especially haikaveh tartali and diluven

proud navia main 💪💪 ar 55 usa server, uid is 648133957

main interests: genshin and lord of the flies

other things: les mis, dead poets society, hazbin, spto, good omens, enders game, mcr

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my art - art tag

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warnings:

-i post about triggering topics

-i use slurs that apply to me

-i am a minor, but i still enjoy mildly nsfw content. do not be alarmed. i’m simply a freak.

-i’m literally insane if ur nice to me once i’ll tell you i love you

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pssst, if you’ve made it this far, go follow/check out these people:

@cissyenthusiast010155 my cousin, the dysfunctional sherlock to my mom friend watson. has a lesbian army and enjoys tall women

@alreadykindled my other cousin! though i rarely see them irl, it’s so lovely to stay in touch on tumblr :)

@casimirt cannot stress enough how much i adore them. they’re so sweet and kind and their writing!! it’s incredible!! they always have something silly or sweet to say and everyone should go send em some love and support right now!!

@mnemosynthetic she is unhinged and i am here for it <3

@peachtaglia grrr such a cool person!! cannot stress how amazing it is to have a mutual who’s into genshin, good omens, AND lotf!! very fun to chat w

@mccall-me-maurice / @toddreblogslotf / @todd-anderson-trash always creating beautiful art and being an amazing friend <3

@saturns-ringg talented and sweet and kind! the number one mitski stan

@that-other-fruity-emo always ready to be a strong friend or to just interact! creates so much content and is always online

@grumpyheartbear i adore living vicariously through cal and cat’s silly stories of their amazingly cool lives

@twinknightmare thanjk you for reblogging this bc it reminded me that i completely forgor to tag you lmao

@candle-buds so mad that i forgot to add you to this list bc you genuinely have some of the most amazing art i’ve ever seen. it makes me very happy

@kunfire epic lotf posts!!

@charli3emily they accidentally deleted their old account sobs,,,

@felixfeliccis i like ur silly comics and your little creatures :)

@haythenonwolf @wyntercrystal9 fellow grippy socks survivors, heads full of musical theatre lyrics. psyched to be mutuals (i love dumb puns). miss you guys.

@orel-missing ur dps art inspires me so much <33 i literally adore ur ideas about characters

@thatdumbgoth <333

@cowboylexapro i love chatting w you!!! you have amazing anderperry headcanons

@hhyphae thank you for being very kind :) i hope to be closer w you in the future and like being your friend very much

@kenonade ILY AND UR ART ITS SO GOOD AAAAAH

@br4e1yn you.r art skills,,,,, hhhhng they are very very good ,,,,

@nocoisrealinmyheart cool homie!! i miss like. hanging out and interacting w you lmao

@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks THE COOLEST!!

@nickwildelvr childe slander <333

@imlight amazing artist grrrrrr

#introduction #nics stuff #my art #about me

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You’re welcome! I honestly imagine Husband!Ed and Dad!Ed like a Hughes 2.0 - in the good sense of course, not in the tragic sense. Like I can totally imagine him going to visit Roy sometimes just to a) talk about his beautiful wife and their wonderful children for as long as possible and b) tease Roy about Riza and ask him WHEN he plans to propose to her, if ever (especially if Edwin gets married first which will prob be the case)

And totally agreed on Al - he’ll be the best uncle. He’ll love those kids so much (and I bet Mei will be a really fun aunt too)

Oh and I almost forgot, if you like Royai the most, you’ll be well fed because they have SO many fanfics. And SO much fanart. They are the FMA ship with the most fics on AO3, maybe FFN too. The manga may be a bit lacking there but the fandom content isn’t 😂

YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!!!!!!! I think he's the most annoying, sweetest dad in the whole world. He won't stop playing with his kids, hugging them, and crying if he has to go for a while. He says he is not like that or as emotional as Hughes but Al mentions it once and it's stuck in his mind forever. And look, it's not a bad thing to love the people around you okay <33 And he definitely keeps teasing Roy about Riza and,,, Those two are complicated. I just know he'd tell Roy about proposing to Winry and Roy instantly would go crazy because "this kid can't do this shit first. I need to be the one doing it first" because the beef these two have is amazing. But he's a bit of a failguy so you can imagine how that plays out. And Al and May??? Those kids love it every time those two come over. This family is just adorable.

No, yeah, I figured I'd be well-fed. It's really funny because my friend (the one I watch anime with and the one who showed me Fmab) and I usually go through the main Ao3 tags in the fandom like mid-show?To see the most popular tags just because. I mean, he goes through the tag and tells me the ships without spoiling anything lmao. The thing is- I knew from the start there was a lot of Royai content and I was like "?? That's surprising. Idk. Aesthetically they don't look like the type of couple to have that many fanfics and fanbase" and then I watched the show and I completely understand why everybody needs to consume Royai content because if I don't I'll probably die. They live in my mind rent free.

#i usually hate shows that end with 'and they got married and had kids' but in this case they do deserve to get married and have kids #the things is this anime is well-written enough to do the most basic ending and it's the most beautiful thing #women writing shonen i love you so much #fmab

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angeart · 3 months

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ask game 12 &13!

yayy more questions! okay i'll start with 13 because it's simpler:

13.Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it? (because it moved you deeply)

so. i cry easily. but i don't tend to cry while writing, i think? i don't have the greatest memory, so i can't be sure. i remember one time i cried while writing hmtb, but it wasn't because i was moved deeply jcnbjk (it was actually a mellow scene and i just. unexpectedly triggered an unpleasant memory, oops.)

in a way, i think it's easier to get emotional while working on RPs, actually. i might've cried at those in the past, mmh.

now, if you asked me when did i get anxious while writing. that's a whole another thing. i do deal with a lot of heavy emotions in writing, and, yeah. anyway, the answer is yesterday. (hmtb grian is doing perfectly well wdym-) (i had to stop writing after 8 sentences and take a break everything's fine-)

12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

this is a fun one! i don't think i have a favourite, i'm not the best with putting things on a scale and deciding that's the most this or that. add my bad memory into the mix, and about a year of writing a multichapter fic, and- well. but! i dug through and made a small collection of comments that amuse me! (there were many more, but i'm trying not to swarm you completely.)

i cannot tell you how much i appreciate and value the comments i get. i read every single one, and they matter a lot! they help me immensely and i am insanely grateful for them. <33

anyway, the collection of comments that make me giggle is under the line!

♥ please, consider this a love letter to all the commenters. ♥

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 3 of Elegy: ANGE UOU ARE THE SINGULAR SOURCE OF MY ANGST AND DEPRESSION (…) POOR GRIAN HE BETTER BE ALRIGHT OTHERWISE I WILL CHUCK A TENNIS BALL AT MY TOE

ghostpi on Chapter 7 of hmtb: TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND.

Eucalypta on Chapter 18 of hmtb: I forgot this had a ship tag so I was reading all previous chapters like: "what deep soulmates they are! Wait … Thats a bit gay. Well sometimes platonic love goes very dee- No thats definitely gay… What were the tags again?"

Tiand on Chapter 21 of hmtb: So- uh- Where can I send my therapy bill?

wimrow on Chapter 26 of hmtb: WOOOOO I DONT FEWL LIKE SOBBING WITJ THIS CHAPTER!!!!!! (this will absolutely change later on won’t it)

genderfluid_bitch on Chapter 29: *does a little jig* THE BABIES ARE HURTING AGAIN

Amabsis on Chapter 30 of hmtb: “Grian, are you okay?” NOBODY IS OKAY IMPULSESV!!!

Chat on Chapter 31 of hmtb: THATS A BRILLIANT WAY TO END A CHAPTER BUT OH MY FUCKERY ARE YOU CRUEL FOR IT.

peskytimes on Chapter 39 of hmtb: everytime i read this fic my mental state gets worse <33 /pos

Alcea_42 on Chapter 42 of hmtb: so sometimes 42 doesn't solve everything-

Holly_Loves_Reading on Chapter 46 of hmtb: Oh my god they’re so cute! Not even a little bit healthy, but so cute!

Pidgey05 on Chapter 47 of hmtb: Omg 200k words of pain and now finnally some fluff T^T it was so beautiful thank you author, for this gift 🤣

SongbirdQuela on Chapter 48 of hmtb: Everything’s going so well! Oh jee wiz I hope nothing goes incredibly wrong, boy would that be a rollercoaster, oh golly I can’t wait to see absolutely none of the characters doing anything self destructive!

Heartpaw on Chapter 48 of hmtb: “Did you two have a romp?” Says you. Your the one not wearing you own pants. Are you sure YOU didn’t have a romp

also have a kiss collection of you guys going insane <33

The_Pesky_Crow on Chapter 28 of hmtb: 12 Chapters from now, in a land far far away, the Grain kisses the Scar

Linkito on Chapter 41 of hmtb: I absolutely cannot believe that I binged this FORTY ONE chapter fic of A HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND WORDS and these idiots haven't kissed. Unbelievable. You're taking slow burn to a whole new level bless you and also I hate you LMAO

Bones_exe on Chapter 44 of hmtb: I'm going to be a crinkly old man by the time these two smooch huh?

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 44 of hmtb: JUST KISS ALREADY. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. PLEASE JUST KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xanadu:Wynter on Chapter 45 of hmtb: PLEASE JUST ONE KISS

Bioluminescence on Chapter 45 of hmtb: I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KISS I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH AND THEN THEY DIDN'T this is honestly so predictable of you though smh

and some bonus screenshot stuff <3 (first two from elegy, the rest is hmtb)

(in the one below you can see a beautiful duality of comments /pos)

i hope that was fun. i had fun putting this together <3

love you guys!!

----- questions from >>this ask game<<

#ange answers #comments appreciation #seriously comments mean so much to me #thank youuuu #ange rambles #i can't help it sorryyyy kjcnbxk #feel free to come ask more stuff <3 #and yes link #your comment got featured #i love it #i love all of them

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whichwoods · 6 months

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ask game going around, ty for the tag @girlpinkdress 💕:) tagging anyone else who'd like to participate

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

3! (completely forgot about my lsts oneshot when i first posted this lmao)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

64,757

3. What fandoms do you write for?

hotd, pjo, and otgw (counting wips and tumblr-exclusives)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i do not have that many lmao — but in order it's 'like the stars that shine' and 'lightning-stained skies' (though the last is really only still up just because i try to avoid deleting fic on principle 🥲)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! especially if it's one i can tell someone put a lot of effort into 💕 i often fall behind on replies though, like right now with my tumblr inbox 🥲

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what endings?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

again, what endings?? (my old-ass oneshot that's still on ff.net implying piper and conrad from the girl who could fly get together)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no! i've been very lucky in that realm

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yes! mostly your basic abo, piv smut, though i also have some softcore typical m/m in my drafts :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

yes, but it's the only one i'll ever write simply because i couldn't shake the concept of dipper, wirt, bill, and the beast from otgw and gravity falls as the most dysfunctional friend group ever 🥲 (i encountered the fandoms before i watched both shows) otherwise i don't really care for them lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so! (if i do,,,, when i catch you ricky,,, 👹)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not! i'm very open to it, though, if anyone is ever able/interested and wants to reach out :)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no! tbh i don't think that'd jive well with my writing style 😅

14. What's your all-time favourite ship

hard to say! measuring by longest love, maybe piper and conrad from tgwcf 💕 honestly i'm always cycling between ships though — for a long time i would've said percabeth from pjo and i still have a soft spot for them :)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

my post-canon poetree slowburn for otgw 🥲 i'm thinking of maybe posting scattered oneshots so at least some of it can see the light of day

16. What are your writing strengths?

i usually say dialogue, and that's also feedback i've been given! but that's also what i frequently get insecure about lmao 😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

people's physical descriptions 🥲 always has been

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i usually opt for just italicizing in english for fictional languages because i'm lazy lol, but i think writing it out in the other language looks better. i don't really care when i'm reading as long as there's a translation somewhere in the chapter :)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

percy jackson 🫶🏻

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i guess lsts!

#ask game #life of wynch #wynch writing

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Triples Talk

I still don’t know what With Imagination is tbh. Previous parts: one, two, three, four

They were in Los Angeles.

Well, technically they were on Hollywood Boulevard. Raven kept her hood up as she passed by the multitudes of tourists and street performers, feeling Talia’s disgust at the sheer amount of urine stains and garbage that littered the stars. The teen had already experienced the ‘wonders’ of this particular section of road after a mission gone awry and Beast Boy’s adamance that they relax before heading back to Jump; according to Robin’s reports from the rare times Bruce visited the west coast for business, she should’ve teleported them to Calabasas, or Brentwood, or even Santa Monica if they wanted to see the movie stars and celebrities instead of too-loud tourists with no grasp on the concept of personal space. And the mage would’ve had Harley not been so insistent on sightseeing.

And while she regretted it now, when they first met up in front of the Hollywood sign an hour prior Talia hadn’t given a damn where they were going, deciding to give Harley full rights to Raven’s skipped choice after their short lived meet-up in San Francisco nearly three weeks ago.

Unlike her friends, Gotham’s most beloved clown was having the time of her life; she’d already taken a selfie with Godzilla’s star of fame and had swiped three novelty t-shirts, aware that the Titan had certainly stopped to discreetly pay for them while the blonde rolled onwards. Harley cackled as she skated through the crowd of people, her laughter bubbling up an octave higher as she passed by the third imitation Raven in the last five blocks, the purple-wigged woman’s fanny pack filled to the brim with dollar bills from taking pictures.

The faux-Raven glared at the Titan as she passed, smelling of cigarette smoke as she sneered towards the girl, “Get off my turf.”

Despite her annoyance at how exposed they were around all the tourists, Talia couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off her face at how deeply Raven sighed, the curl of her shoulders underneath her cloak speaking volumes. The assassin’s steps quickened as she tried to catch up with Harley as the Gothamite rounded a corner, hoping that the blonde’s enthusiastic twirling wouldn’t lend to her accidentally tumbling over someone. Following the red and blue-tipped pigtails and the rollerskates’ obnoxiously bright lights, Talia let her shoulders relax as she turned and spotted Harley taking an extra taco from a guy resting against a food truck.

Spinning in a circle as she savored the stickiness of car exhaust in the air, Harley took a bite of birria and thought of home. She turned at the honk of a horn, not stopping her chewing as Raven’s magic silently enveloped Talia’s hand to prevent the assassin from fully drawing whatever dagger she had strapped to her person.

The siren looked like a child in a candy store as she rolled up to her friends, blue eyes zeroing in on the ‘$15 tattoos, 15 minutes, no wait!’ sign not even a foot away. Lit up by the neon lights that adorned the tattoo parlor behind them, Talia looked murderous as she tried (and failed) to run a calming hand through her hair. The tourists gave the trio a wide berth at the sight; the parlor’s owner seemed hesitant to step out and shoo them away for loitering, obviously unsure if her blade was a plastic prop or not.

Brown lips curled into a frown at the inadvertent attention and Talia fully sheathed her dagger. Raven pinched between her eyes as the assassin hissed out, “Harley, why are we here of all the damned places?”

Bright blue eyes went wide, “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to visit La La Land!”

Green eyes narrowed and Talia let her nostrils flare. “I’m choosing the next place,” The assassin grumbled under her breath, shoving aside a passing tourist and stalking towards a barely lit alley.

Harley let out a laugh and called to her friend’s back, “C’mon, Tally Marks!”

At her shout, a tourist across the street let out a happy chortle as he noticed them, the flash of his camera going off in their direction. His voice carried over the sound of traffic as he blabbed to his family, “She’s got a really good Harley Quinn costume!” The headphoned teenager next to him rolled his eyes and let out a derisive, “Too bad she’s in the wrong city.”

Harley pouted at the remark and let Raven tug on her arm, her wheels lighting up neon as the pair followed Talia’s path. They ducked around a corner and into an alley, the shadows instinctively curling around the goth as Raven kept them against one side of the alley’s brick walls. Along the other side there was a man sitting at a fold-up table, his fanny pack filled with cash. He shuffled the well-worn deck of cards in his hands as he tried to sweet talk Talia into joining his scam disguised as a game, “C’mon, now! A gal as pretty as you wouldn’t be in an alley if she didn’t like to gamble, now would you?”

His words trailed off as the assassin merely lifted her elbow to partially brandish her dagger; the conman raised both palms in the air, “Fair enough, Doll.”

Raven’s steps hastened as she felt the violent pulse of Talia’s anger, not wanting either of her friends to be arrested during their outing. As the purple-haired hero stepped out of the shadows the man finally seemed to notice Harley and the Titan; grinning, he ashed his cigarette on one of the table’s metal legs and gestured to the card game, “You ladies wanna play?”

Talia aimed a scathing glare his way and the man held up his palms again, flawlessly hiding his nervousness at the air of lethality that cloaked the trio, “Get all three and you win. But you gotta put down at least a hundred each.”

“No thanks,” Raven hummed out. Her magic wrapped around Talia’s wrist as they kept going through the alley, seeing the neon of Harley’s skates in her periphery. The blonde eagerly rolled up in front of them, skating backwards as she chatted, “I dunno about this, Tal. We make a great team already--”

Raven let out a snort and Talia shook her head, “No.”

“--Let’s make some money off him!”

Talia narrowed her eyes and repeated again, a bit harsher but less forceful, “No.”

The clown smoothly rolled around the cracks in the concrete and the miscellaneous cans and bottles that tried and failed to trip her. A pout had worked its way into Harley’s voice, “But we gotta do something together! We’re tourists in La La Land, you two.”

“Oh!” Harley’s eyes went wide as she grinned at her friends, suddenly remembering why she had been so insistent to get them somewhere so public. Big baby blues were shining as the clown spread her arms, “We should go to the theater!”

Talia kept walking, glad that the wannabe scammer was intelligent enough not to keep trying to coax them into his games even as he so obviously tried to listen in on their conversation. Olive eyes scanned the area where the alley turned into an intersection, her attention on the streets around them as she jumped a broken down fence. Talia considered the sheer amount of people they’d seen along the storefronts and already knew the buzz of herded humans was not something she or Raven would like. Clicking her tongue, her rejection wasn’t as harsh with the lack of bright lights and noisy people around them, “No.”

“There’s a pretty famous pier if we head towards the ocean,” Raven shrugged out. “They’ve got vendors selling great strawberries on the side of the street if that’s better.”

“I do want food, but we need to steal--” Harley’s voice skipped at the look the Titan aimed her way, her excuse forming a new idea instantly, “--the night away and team up! Mess with some bad guys, get some food, flirt with our babes…”

Talia raised a brow at the last one, “Excuse me?”

Harley pretended not to notice, “Think of it! Rae’ll teleport us to get everyone and then we can head out! Kicking ass and taking names and eating cheesecake, the six of us--”

Talia cut in again, “Six?”

“Oh yeah, six.” The clown’s grin turned impish as she held up four fingers and a peace sign. The Gothamite tilted her head Raven’s way, “Remember when Moonbeam had to leave early when we were in SanFran? Well when I got home, Pam and Kitty were getting comfy.”

Purple eyes closed, “I don’t like where this is going.”

Harley wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing her cheek to the teen’s temple as she giggled out, “You should, Ray Ray!”

She brought her hands in front of their faces, her red and blue glitter nail polish sparkling as she spread her palms, showing off an invisible screen. Sighing happily, Harley tried to get her friends used to the idea, “Think of this: triple date night tonight!”

Before the two rejections could come, Harley rested her cheek on Raven’s head again, “You and Starshine, Pam and Kitty, Me and Tally Marks.”

Despite her better judgment, the Titan felt a lazy smile tug on her lips. She tilted her head to glance towards where Harley’s cheek touched her temple, “There are better ways to ask her out, you know.”

Grinning wide and turning on her heel, the siren abruptly flung herself into the assassin’s arms. Talia kept her face blank but couldn’t keep the hum out of her throat as Harley sing-songed, “So, what d’ya say, Tally Marks?”

She pressed a kiss to Talia’s cheek, leaving a black and red lipstick mark along tan skin. “Triple date night? You and me?”

Olive eyes closed and a sigh escaped. Despite her training, Talia couldn’t keep the tiny curl off her lips, especially when a pair of big blue eyes were batting their lashes up at her. The assassin hoped that Harley wasn’t close enough to feel the barest heat fill her face, “Fine. But I choose the place for our next outing.”

#with imagination #talia al ghul #harley quinn #raven #my writing #clownmurder #<- I think(???) that was the tag for the talia/harls ship. I know it's also for rose/duela but ??? it fits too well #this fic(??) is that mushu 'I liiiiive' gif tbh #I legit Completely forgot about these. someone liked the texas one a few weeks back and I just went :0 bc its been so Long yknow #I really should just put these on ao3 shouldn't I??? just have it be in random order as I think of them. make the plot secondary #I hit a snag with the couples therapy fic. I wrote a really Raw angsty line and now I gotta work thru it to get thru this chapter lmao #can yall tell how much I Hate hollywood blvd?? bc when my aunty was here we went there like 4 diff times and ppl were so crowded together #and so Loud g o d. I did not see any faux ravens but I *did* see a starfire!!! she was just a Super cute girl in casual cosplay tho

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