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theatrevelyan · 2 months

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Ok, I’ve binged the new ATLA live action and I have feelings about it so here are my incoherent thoughts! (SPOILERS btw!!)

I’m a fan of the original show and I approached this show with low expectations (namely the only expectation I had was “this can’t be worse than the movie, right??”) but I have to say I was pleasantly surprised!!

I mean sure some details have been changed to flow better in this rendition of the story but I’m fine with that so long as the heart that made the original special is still there and I know some people didn’t felt like it did but I had the feeling that it was.

Do I love absolutely everything about the show?

Nope.

I have some issues with the first episode being too stiff and some shots were outright weird?? Like the tilted camera when Grangran was speaking was a really odd choice??? Was it to signal that the world changed when the fire nation attacked? If so it missed the mark, it just felt weird… to be honest Grangran in general felt weird. Idk man, she felt like an exposition dump made flesh. Also I did like it better when it was Katara’s unchecked emotions that led them to Aang.

In general, the dialogues were… uhm, how to put it…? Too rigid? Not the acting mind you, but the actual script felt a bit stilted, I felt it more in the first few episodes but to me, the first episode is by far the weakest of the season in this regard which is odd since it’s your hook and most of the time you want to make sure the hook is if not the best at least a really solid opening.

I did not like Bumi, like at all. He was never a favorite of mine even in the original but still I found him annoying in this version and the fight in that episode was not the best to say the least but the rest of Omashu was good even if they changed it to include both Sai’s and Jet’s storylines. Too bad they didn’t include the loss of culture subplot for Aang but I get there was no time/place for it in this version of events and the rest was handled well… except for Bumi lol

On the more serious complaints… they butchered my boi HeiBai!!! That episode was all over the place in sense of scripting. I didn’t mind putting Koh and the owl there but we just forgot about the HeiBai plot along the way and we never got a resolution about it???? Like just two lines about healing the forest would have been enough, not good mind you, but enough.

Also I did not get why they changed the motivation for going to the North Pole from going there to train to go there bc of Kyoshi weird premonition thing or why Roku didn’t tell Aang about the comet????

Like ok the Kyoshi thing I can just wave it away like a minor change to flow better with the new structure of the episodes but I can’t ignore the fucking comet!!! That’s like a really important timeframe for the gaang to follow and maybe they will get to it next season since it was addressed on Ozai’s side of things but it felt still like a weird change.

Oh and why didn’t Aang learn water bending??? I mean I guess they probably wanted to elevate Katara’s skill level and have her be recognized as a master before she started teaching him besides him having still to come to terms with having to accept that he is the avatar and that he has to fight sometimes something that he doesn’t really do until the season finale and I can get behind that, I really can… but man… let him water bend just a little. Maybe in just one scene to show that he is picking up something from Katara even if she’s not his teacher yet. To show that despite all the doubts he’s actually trying to do what he’s supposed to. I guess this is a “wait and see” kind of change though so I’ll let it go… for now.

All that said, do I think the show is a good adaptation of the original?

Fucking yes.

It has its flaws for sure but there is also a lot of good things in it.

Sokka was the highlight for me. I really liked him in the original but i feel like he’s been elevated in this version of the story and the actor did a really remarkable job with him, despite my worry with the changes in his initial story arch they managed to give him another layer that I liked.

Actually all the actors did a very good job! Aang was spot on and Zuko had a lot more humanity in him from the start without losing his rough edges. And while I stand by that Sokka’s actor is the one that surprised me the most, Zuko’s was the one I had more fun watching. A really great performance in my opinion.

Iroh was a fucking delight and an emotional gut punch as always and while he was a bit more somber I really liked this version of the character.

They did Azula and Ozai justice showing how cunningly terrifying and utterly toxic they can be and I really liked that we got to see more of them in season 1.

Hell, even Zhao felt the right balance of unhinged cartoony villain and actual threat for the pov characters.

Katara was more of mixed bag for me. She’s my favorite character in the original (with Zuko being a close second) so I have higher standards for her and overall all she still feels like the Katara that I know and love but idk sometimes she felt too poised?? It’s more evident in the first few episodes to be fair and I don’t think it was the acting, the actress was great! Maybe it was the direction or the writing?? Idk man I still loved her, mind you, but in the original, Katara, while being kind and loving, was still a force of nature that you do not want to anger exactly like a raging river that can both be a source of life or a force of destruction. In this it felt like they softened her edges a bit too much. That might be a me problem though, as I said she’s my favorite so I have higher standards for her.

Ti be honest though, it seems that they softened everyone’s less palatable traits. Zuko isn’t as ruthless, Sokka isn’t sexist at the start of the season, Aang isn’t as goofy and so on. I didn’t mind it actually and most of the time it works really well in showing us new sides of these characters without losing who the are but idk man… while I still loved Katara it felt like she was missing something. And same with Suki! She looked fantastic and she was fierce as I expected her to be but she also felt more naive and love struck that she should have. Nothing terrible but enough to notice.

The bending was fantastic and it really felt… well real. Especially air bending! Appa and Momo were really well animated too! Big win for the VFX team!

The music too! It just felt right. And I’m still not over those scenes when you faintly hear leaves from the vines play in the background. Curse you and your great choices that made me actually cry my eyes out like a baby!

In the end I’d give it a solid 7/10. It was a nice watch and it brought me back to my childhood and I can see it’s potential to be something special on its own.

Mind you, this could still turn into a dumpster fire along the way. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened to a really promising Netflix show (I’m looking at you Voltron and the Witcher) but I have to say, I’m gladly surprised and mildly optimistic about this show!

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla netflix #I’m optimistic about this guys #never been more happy to be pleasantly surprised tbh

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annahxredaxted · 11 months

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Music to my ears.

Sweetheart is a well known musician! Milo owns a big record label company! Put two and two together you find love. But it didn’t always start that way.

Pairing: Milo/Sweetheart

Type: music

Tw: cursing.

For the sake of my fingers I’m gonna use Doja cats music bc it seems like something that would seduce milo. So uhm creds to Doja ig.

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“I understand I’ll be there tomorrow to record. Yeah, I get that, I’m sorry.” They excused their absence, to their manager and best friend— Harv.

Sweethearts cursed themselves out, missing another recording session, for absolutely no reason- well actually scratch that, they did have a reason, it just wasn't one they could use to get off doing their job.

“Yes I promise, I swear, okay. Yeah you too bye.” Sweetheart clicked the big red button, nearly slamming their phone on the counter in front of them- sighing.

Stress and worry flooded their mind, and they nearly broke down- but they persevered, I mean of course they always did. The night before they got dumped, by some guy they’d dated for a month or two. Not a biggie- but the things he’d said about them, and their characteristics and flaws hurt them deeply. Now they weren’t one to let shit get to them but damn, he just didn’t stop.

They were under a lot of toil with the deadline of their new album and all, and frankly they just wanted to rest- but a fact be a fact they are not a quitter.

sweetheart put all that behind them, they figured they should just cool off, calm down, and chill out for a minute- so they concluded they'd have a shower.

they made their way to their bathroom, going through the labyrinth of hallways in their house that their father had conveniently left them. they went into the master bedroom, placing their phone on their bed, all they wanted was a 15-minute break- nothing long, nothing extreme, just 15 minutes.

they turned the knob, stepping feet first into the shower, the hot water a brief relief for their aching muscles, sore from their workout they’d just finished.

Eventually their shower came to an end, they stepped out grabbing their towel and getting dressed, some clean sweats and a tee.

Of course they forgot the show tonight.

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They stared at the “Where are you.” Text from their crew for a good 10 seconds before running to the garage.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” They repeated like a mantra in their head, they made every arrangement and every detail to the T but when it was actually time for the show they forget.

They grabbed a random outfit, throwing it in the back of their car, and driving off to the stadium.

Stress filled their mind, sweat made its way to their forehead, trickling slowly but surely down their brow.

the worries of still not being able to impress flooded their brain, and fear of not being good enough went with it. they were in a constant state of stress, and they felt as if they never had any sense of closure.

finally, after a long mental pounding, they arrived at the stadium, sweetheart let out a breath they weren't aware they'd had been holding. they hopped out of the car grabbing all their shit and sprinting to their dressing room.

could anything go wrong? yes.

their endeavor to the dressing room was cut short when they crash straight into someone, crashing into his shoulder face first. ow. they thought.

"What the fuck?" they said looking up at the guy- the extremely handsome guy....

"Oh, I am so sorry- here," he held his hand out to them as they laid still on the floor, processing what had happened.

"he has a nice voice.." they thought before mentally slapping themself.

they rejected the help, hopping to their feet quickly, running off.

"it's fine just be careful." those were the last words before they ran off.

Milo Greer was heavily intrigued.

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screaming crowds were definitely no mystery to sweetheart. they had seen hundreds over the years, nor was writing their signature at the speed of light- or changing their phone number or going to some outrageous lengths to guarantee safety. But what was a mystery was that feeling they got when that saw Him.

They'd figured they were nauseous or something more believable. not love- that was something they hadn't experienced. maybe a few flings, a couple hookups. Never Love.

sweetheart genuinely didn't think they'd ever feel love. them? Have someone love them for well, being them. they assumed wishful thinking; love was a joke for them. sure, they wrote all these songs, but they weren't about something they'd experienced, they were something that would sell. sure, it was something they'd like to experience someday. but not today.

"I found it hard to find someone like you..." they sang, the words fell off their tongue and onto their lips so gracefully.

"I can't sleep no more,"

"In my head we belong"

"And I can't be without you...,"

"Why can't I find no one like you?"

Milo noticed it, the way they looked as if their earthly body was ascending and their soul took over, their eyes closed and serene, sweat beading up on their forehead. he deeply was mesmerized...

they finished the song, taking a quick breath and a sip of water as the congregation roared their name, screaming and clapping their asses off.

Milo placed his clipboard under his armpit and clapped as well, a smirk gracing his face.

"(sweetheart) you did amazing," Harv complimented, putting a little sing-songiness on the last word, laughing, ", per usual."

sweetheart smiled, "thank you I try." they admitted.

Harv had that look on his face when you remember something,

"Oh yeah! a recruiting agent was in the audience tonight. he owns a record label!" he exclaimed running out to go get him.

sweetheart sighed, of course, they had a screwup day when someone important was there.

oh. it was him. they thought.

Milo strode into the room; this guy radiated a proud gait and an ego. he was wearing all white- bold move. it accentuated his dark skin and made his stature heavenly, a gold chain drooped on his neck going down to his collar bone due to the top buttons of his white polo being undone, a piercing of the same precious metal on his lobe.

he was hot. not just attractive but extremely beautiful.

don't think that. they mentally screamed at themself.

"Hey there Sweetheart," he said grinning, arms crossed highlighting his biceps in the empty stadium's light.

they scowled. "Do I know you?" they asked, pushing past those persistent feelings.

he chuckled. "Not personally- but I could get to know you." he said, raising an eyebrow, "i came to make you an offer." he winked. he was coming off heavily flirtatious- but they had no complaints.

"I'm listening." they offered their statement back, crossing their arms in retaliation.

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that's all I got right now, and also i deeply apologies for not having posted any Fics recently but i guarantee I'm working on them :))

Tag list:

@itsdaifuku @shellssstuff @verrverii @youisagayhooman @darlin-collins @mrsmiagreer

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #singer!reader #singer!sweetheart #AU #i make the rules

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klqrambles · 9 months

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Q I need to hear you dump about all these musicals you like i am SO INTERESTED .

GRAHH the secret to my interest in musicals is: if it had a Korean production I probably like it /hj

Ok okokokokok I’mma try and summarize some of my current favs (i say current cause it’s always changing) feel free to ask me to elaborate on any of em

Also it’s beneath a readmore

Dorian Gray <- has been my interest for over a year now. Largely follows the plot of the book but what if Henry had the best character arc of the main three aka he goes from a silly little guy of an asshole to an asshole who regret his spaghet

Mozart l’Opera Rock <- follow the life and shenanigans of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart being the silliest queer man alive. Also Antonio Salieri has a lowkey mental breakdown about being gay for Mozart but that’s besides the point.

Swag Age: Shout Out, Joseon <- a story about a little guy named Hong Dan and his fight to be a silly little guy who does poetry in a country where poetry has been banned. A very very good rollercoaster of emotions

Frankenstein <- Not Frankenstein: A New Musical, but a Korean original. Does Not follow the book but has some highlights like Victor and Henry being Definitely gay for each other, Henry getting beheaded and turned into the Creature, the Creature being forced to fight in a fight ring under the most toxic queer couple to ever be in love(?), and Victor constantly referring to the Creature as Henry cause he can Not let his love die literally or figuratively

Pirates <- Follow Louis as he chronicles the Golden Age of Pirates alongside Captain Calico Jack, Anne Bonny, and Mary Reed. Also Anne and Mary are very in love (one of the songs is literally Love At First Sight) and Jack is smitten with Anne. Louis is Jack’s bestie and in some ways protege. Genderless cast aka both men and women are hired for the same roles, but the roles are always cast with the same gender pairs therefore it is always gay (so the guys play together and the girls play together but not across lines)

Mama, Don’t Cry <- uhm geeky little guy named V wants to be a vampire so he can get married to the love of his life so he travels back in time to get turned by Count Dracula. Count Dracula and V are a little gay for each other, V gets turned, V doesn’t get the girl, Dracula’s in drag, they end up possibly (definitely) in gay love forever and always 👍

Black Mary Poppins <- a tragic tale of four orphans, now adults, looking into the case of their Nanny Mary Smith and the lost memories of their childhood.

Diaghilev/Nijinsky <- two musicals detailing the lives of Sergei Diaghilev, Vaslav Nijinsky, and the rise and fall of the Ballet Russes. Gay and tragic and makes me wanna bite them /pos

Honorable mentions: Wild Grey (the Oscar Wilde musical), Western Story (cowboys but everyone’s lying), Brothers Karamazov (a condensed form of the series by Fyodor Dostoyevsky), Next to Normal (Mental health issues are hard), Salieri (what if Antonio Salieri had his own musical?), Mozart! Das Musical (Mozart’s life story again but make it focus on his times with Coloredo), Elisabeth (Queen Elisabeth of Austria-Hungary’s life as told by her assassin), Death Note (Death Note), Kinky Boots (Drag Queens lfgggggg)

#i Definjtelh forgot some shows #klq answers #musicals

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galaxythreads · 2 years

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Uhm... hi! Lore for Stygian? It's like one of my top favorite fics and I have it downloaded on my kindle to read offline, I love it sm!

I’m glad you love it so much. :)

I was working on this for two+ hours and then my internet crashed and deleted everything. Which. :/ Good and terrible. I do not want to restart. I’m exhausted. I need to sleep. Terrible because I worked so hard on it.

Good because. Well.

Moment of honesty here. As I was going through lore for this, I came to the realization that the reason I hate Stygian so much has less to do with the writing style and more with how deeply, deeply traumatizing this section of my life was when I was writing it. Reading over the chapters was actually greatly distressing. Love the story’s concept. Hate the story itself because of what was going on at the time.

I have severe c-pstd. This story has unfortunately turned into a massive trigger and I had no idea until now. Reading through some of the thoughts or the scenes was really, really hard. I was skipping entire sections of the story in the lore collection TM to avoid this. I’m fine with discussing the story as a whole, but the moment we start to dissect this and read specific lines is when I start to fall apart emotionally.

As for what this means for Death Must be Lonely Like I Am, fingers crossed it’s different enough to not trigger me as badly as this did.

I apologize that I can’t give as much lore for this fic as I could the others.

Here’s as much as I can think of in a bullet-pointed list in ten minutes and then I’m going to go to bed.

The entire story was planned in a notebook by hand with colored pens

There was no reason for Steve to be in the basement with Tony in chapter 3(?), tony just pulled him down there to get him out of guard duty

I did not know how to drive when I wrote the car chase

I researched washing machines for like an hour before writing the scene where Laura was asking advice from Clint

I fully embraced the tropes of hte time because they were fun and I wanted to work with them

English being the common-tongue on Asgard is the shittest thing I’ve ever read my past self doing.

i had a thing against all-speak when I wrote this

I want to formally apologize to Deaf people for how I portrayed Clint as a deaf person

Loki and Tony were always going to bond over the Void

Everyone had a meticulous character arc that I planned out with SO MUCH FREAKING DETAIL

The first chapter is not the actual first chapter, it’s an edited version from a year later

I did not originally intend for them to ever go back to Clint’s mental health hospital, it was a happy accident

Alexander Pierce was supposed to visit the Raft with them in chapter 1

the reason the Avengers get kidnapped and shipped in a van across the country is because I watched The Gifted

The grand reveal of Loki’s scars was - no joke - originally going to happen because Clint would dump boiling water on Loki

I found the Avengers chilling in the kitchen to be very comforting

I wrot ethe scene where Lila and Cooper find Steve and co by hand at first

I think I originally misspelled Lila’s name as Lilia, and if not in this fic it was another one

i was still using cats as a curse word, WHY is a story for another time and related to me getting bullied/harassed off of my first ff.net account

my memories of this are fuzzy, but i THINK that I uploaded a majority of Stygian all at once. Like chapters 1-10 were posted in a day. Or that was Append? I have no idea honestly. One of hte two.

I had already started Stygian when I got my a03 account though

Yes, loki has his sight back at the end of the story

God the actual deity is in this

Lila’s cat obsession was based off of my younger sister

I wrote the chapter where they wake up on the Barton farm while co-watching a sherlock holmes tv series (not Elementary or BBC Sherlock. An older version I can’t remember the name of right now)

The Avengers hunting each other through the Tower was inspired by not one but TWO separate fics where this happened

No one visited Loki while he was in the cell. That’s why he still had the muzzle on. Everyone was too afraid of him to approach the cell

Bucky being there was one of the base ideas for this. He was always going to be in the fic. He has a bigger role in DMBLLIA.

The narrative parallel of the Avengers saving Loki from the Raft and Loki saving them from HYDRA was built into the plan

someone yelled at me recently (in comment form) about how Bruce not feeling guilty about hurting Loki in chapter 8 was proof he was a psychopath even though the conversation was about not taking guilt for things that aren’t your fault. this was kinda funny.

I might add to this tomorrow, but who knows. I am going to bed.

asks about any of the bullet points if you want more information should tentatively be okay? if they’re not I’ll let you know.

#stygian #answered #anon #me as person

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peach-moths · 6 months

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Hii uhm, I've got a silly question: what kind of moth is ur sona? (Feel free to info dump if need be)

So my sona (Beep is one of their names Peach is another but I mostly use Beep) doesn't really have a specific moth species they're designed off of, its a mix of my own design with some pre-existing moth species!

Beep originally looked like this

they were for a printmaking piece I made in college, Beep had a super muted grey and beige color palette for a long time and was inspired by the small emperor moth (Saturnia pavonia)

So for a long time Beep kept that dark/muted color palette and I didn't stray from it for i think about two years . it wasn't until my senior year of college that I was suddenly hit with a wave of needing everything to be pink and orange hued in my work and that's when I changed beeps design they went from that muted palette classic moth look to an almost love core pink hued moth, this design was when i took direct inspiration from the rosy maple moth (Dryocampa rubicunda)

however i wasn't happy with those colors, i loved the design but the colors were too saturated cool toned pink and not enough orange so i ended up with this palette for Beep

while this design of Beep is far more detail-focused than what I usually draw them as the colors are accurate for the most part, it should be noted that Beep doesn't have the tails on their hindwing in the design that they have now the tails were actually added later and were based off a sketch I made of a fake moth species resting on a peach

Beep's current design is now no longer based on the small emperor moth or the rosy maple moth and is now taking more inspiration from the luna moth (Actias luna) and the comet moth (Argema mittrei) this is for a couple reasons, one the luna moth was the first moth I ever owned as a taxidermy piece and is what started my love for moths, and second reason is that the comet moth is my favorite moth species! I really like it, and had purchased a comet moth taxidermy piece the year i designed Beep, so i think subconsciously i always wanted Beep to have that comet moth design be it seen in the wing tails or the color palette but we got there eventually

anyway, this was a long post and I am very grateful for the question it gave me a chance to talk about my sona and I enjoy talking about them!! If you have any other questions about Beep let me know I am more than happy to keep talking about them

#peachmoths ask tag #moths #peachmoths sona tag #long post

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snowblossomreads · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

😌 thanks @smilingformoney for the tag (i know u tagged my main blog but that thot doesn't write anything but gibberish well..i guess it's the same here to..)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

113,472

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I would say Harry Potter but honestly, it’s just Snape and then other Alan Rickman characters…so Alan Rickman LOL. Also I’ve been known to write Final Fantasy fics (for 7,12 and 15 specifically) and a wild Naruto one in my olden days. There are others but Alan is my main thing rn and for the foreseeable future.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Bad Habits, Young and Beautiful, Seven Devils, Thrilling Tea Time, You Don’t Love Me Anymore

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

Yes because it’s just nice to talk to folks who have enjoyed your things ^o^!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t know what those are. I mean I guess Seven Devils? But it’s not really angsty (too me at least).

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

All of them because I don’t know what sad endings are. Havent my blurbos suffered enough.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not and hope not!

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

Yes (3 of the the top kudos are smut ranging from…unhinged to unhinged). I’ll write almost any kind of smut but I have some no goes but mostly anything.

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

Do I write them? No not generally. Have I written them? I was going to say no I haven’t and I would be lying. I have one that will never see the light of day that I wrote as a young teen that was a crossover between multiple fandoms that that had nothing to do with each other than I had OCs for each of them. The premise was that they all put on a homecoming production (if you don’t know what that is, in short students put on a whole thing where they dance and sing to songs from specific decades that end in the same date as the year the current year to celebrate alumni who graduated on years that ended in the same date. i.e. 2023, 2013, 2003 etc). ANYWAYS I don’t know what I was doing and it never got finished but I think about how unhinged it was. There had to have been like 5 different fandoms in it minimum. Man was preteen me having a great time.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No and lets keep it that way 😊 or else.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it would be a disaster tbh bc idk what deadlines are.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Any of my blurbos/OC or reader 😊. (i.e blurbo/me) LOLOL but like for a media where it’s not me, fictional me, or me again it would have to be Tidus/ Yuna from Final Fantasy X. They had a such a wonderful love story and they make my heart wobble.

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

All of them but unfortunately some of them (most of them) may forever stay unfinished because I’m just not good at writing multiple chapters. See Seven Devils and how long it took me to get the last 2 chapters up. AND IT WAS ONLY 7 CHAPTERS THAT WERE PREDETERIMED. Anyways I have a Final Fantasy 15 one I would like to finish because all the chapters were planned out but then I went to university.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Erm I’ve gotten comments about how well I write details and it’s flattering because honestly, I feel like I’m just word vomiting (stares at the next question with dread). But I guess details are my strengths? 😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything! Next question.

Jk (is she) Uhm I think my dialogues can be a bit bland and go on and on with no real end or why the conversation is going that way (she should go outside and talk to ppl more). Also the transition from platonic to romance (nervous laughter) it’s why one of my HP fics isn’t being written and why I usually just dump readers into things that area already established or almost close to.

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

What an apt question, I’ve actually been struggling with this for some fics lately because I have characters who speak another language (Mandarin). Some languages work well for fics written in English i.e the ones that naturally have Romanized words like French, Italian, etc etc . And some (stares at Mandarin) don’t because of how every word would need a tonal mark basically and it’s tedious (again just my thought). I could just write them in characters but that would be even worse for English readers LOL. So now I just go "and so said this in Mandarin" and sometimes I add clues giving readers a hint letting them know. Anyways TLDR: Go for it if you want to, some languages are tricker than others.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either Final Fantasy 12 or Naruto can’t remember 100%

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Really asking the hard hitting questions aren't yall 😭Erm um. Ayo I don't really know tbh. I'll go with Seven Devils bc it was absolutely unhinged and it was the first multi chapter thing I completed which I'm proud of!

But also I'm quite having fun writing my current fic (shameless plug for Entangled Hearts right here u should click it!) mostly because @smilingformoney lets me yell at her about my thoughts and she yells at me about her thoughts and we are like yeee good times. Also I can also give my OC some trauma LOL but also a sweet puppy in human form as a boyfriend (and maybe even husband)

That's it my friends thanks for listening to the rambles and thanks again to Millie for the tags (ilysm 🥰) feel free to be nosy whenever.

Tags: Anyone who wants to do this!!

#blossom answers #tag game #come be nosy

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lonewolfel · 7 months

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Fictober 2023 Day 6

Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you." Rating: Mature Characters: Zuko, original character, Iroh, (Mentions of the gaang) Ship: N/A Warnings: starvation, torture (yes including blood), dehydration, hallucinations, forced to drink contaminated water/eat contaminated food, pee, poop, vomit, thoughts of death, drugging (Please let me know if I'm missing something. I didn't have time to reread this before publishing.) Notes: So uhm my phone got stolen and I'm taking it out on Zuko. Sorry, not sorry. Sorry about the delay due to the above-mentioned phone stealing I have been busy so I didn't have time to finish this before today.

One moment Zuko was in his office reviewing the final details of a trading agreement and the next he was on a cold rocky surface with bending suppressant cuffs on.

The room was pitch black making it impossible to tell where he was. Due to the cuffs, he wasn't able to feel where the sun was in the sky.

Zuko tried to stand but his limbs were too wobbly over what happened to support his weight. His head pounded while it dealt with whatever toxin he had in his system. He laid there awake wondering when someone would come to see him.

There was the sound of metal screeching and then a small amount of light entered the cell likely through the small opening of the moved metal.

In the light, he was able to slightly make out his surroundings. The cell he was in was bare and only just big enough for Zuko to lie down in.

"Oh, good you're awake," a man said.

"Where am I?" Zuko tried to demand but it was little more than a rasp.

"You're new home," the man said.

Then there was something that blocked out part of the light. Then the sound of something ploping onto the ground.

"Eat up," the man said.

With that, the metal screeched shut blocking out the light and leaving Zuko in the darkness.

Zuko crawled over to see what was dumped into his cell. He felt that it was rice and there wasn't anything to eat it with or even a plate for it to be on.

Disgust-filled Zuko. He was not going to eat rice that had been dumped onto the floor.

That resolve lasted two maybe even 1 day when Zuko was feeling too delirious to ignore the cold stale dirty rice that was placed into his cell. It was gross but it was better than not eating for however long he hadn't eaten before.

The worst was when he was given water. Like the food, the guard just dumped it in and then Zuko had to suck it off the ground. He knew exactly how unsanitary that was but they gave him just enough water to keep him alive so in his dehydration he didn't care.

He also learned that there was nowhere in the cell to go to the bathroom beside the floor. He tried his best to keep it in a corner but there were moments where it was clear that it didn't matter and Zuko tried his best not to think about that when the food and water arrived.

Time began to hold no meaning. Without any light or the sun, Zuko couldn't tell how much time was passing. He knew that they waited days to give him food and water based on how weak, hungry, and thirsty he always felt.

After the fourth feeding and the third water dump the door fully opened.

Zuko scrambled back covering his eyes after so long in the darkness. The guard quickly shoved a gag into his mouth and a blindfold to cover his eyes. He then hauled the teen up.

Zuko's entire body shook with the movements. He hadn't managed to be able to stand on his own even with the cell wall's support.

Zuko was dragged down a hallway and the movement made him far too dizzy to even attempt to remember the halls they were leading him down.

Finally, they shoved him to lie down on his back on a table. They then strapped his hands and feet to it so the teen couldn't move. They didn't remove the blindfold or the gag.

They began to slowly cut into him. The cuts were shallow and there was no risk of death from damage but it was slow and a lot especially for his starved dehydrated body. When he felt his blood drip down his skin it felt just as sluggish as Zuko felt.

They did this until they were bored and then dragged him back to his cell. They never once talked besides that first day.

It was irregular when they took him and each time a different torture would be bestowed upon him, cutting beatings, burning as long as it didn't threaten to kill him they did it.

His cell was never cleaned. He was sure that it smelled awful for them but they didn't seem to care.

The infection began to set in. He was also beginning to lose his inner flame.

Firebenders weren't supposed to go this long without firebending. The longest Zuko had gone was two months after that fateful Agni Kai. It wasn't until Iroh had bugged him so much that he angrily firebent and later on forced himself to firebend. There wasn't even the sun to slow the process down.

It was pure agony the feeling of freezing due to his inner flame going out and the burning stings of pain that he had to constantly endure along with a fever.

Zuko then began to hallucinate.

Uncle would say proverb or offer tea. Aang would try to persuade him to play a game with him. Sokka would just tell jokes. Katara would say something about the way he was being treated and how awful it was. Toph would talk to him just like how they used to back when she was staying in the palace for a while.

They never stayed long or Zuko never stayed unconscious long enough for them to.

That was the point that Zuko knew that he was going to die. That he will die here alone in this dark cell covered in his blood, vomit, shit, and piss.

What a pathetic way to go!

There was a loud bang and suddenly there was a bright light. There was the sound of coughing.

Zuko closed his eyes against the sudden influx of light. He heard footsteps but he couldn't grip onto consciousness for much longer.

Before he lost consciousness he heard his hallucination uncle say, "Zuko, don't worry, I got you."

#avatar the last airbender #fictober23 #atla #zuko #uncle iroh

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orphicpoieses · 2 years

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Hi, hi! For weird writerly asks! 24, 32, 38?

Thanks for the ask!💕 You picked the tough ones... 😅

It's going to be a long post so the answers are after "read more".

How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

It actually depends on what people define as prepping xD Jokes aside, I'm not much of a prep-person in first place. I don't write down story structures, climaxes, etc. I don't even think about stuff like this! (which might sound strange to you)

But, I love working on my story even without writing my draft. I usually get my ideas based on aesthetic or (like actually most of my stories) they were once born in a game of written rpg.

When the story begins to grow, I do nothing. I just sit and wait. But as soon as I have the idea of where this is going, I write this down. Mostly, it's like a blurb (Wings of Fate is very different here, because I started writing without knowing where it will take me so most of it was created by accident...)

And then, I start collecting scenes. I write them in small notes on my Notion Page for the new WIP. Sometimes it's just an #info dump. Sometimes I list the outline of whole scene. It depends on what I have in mind.

I normally don't prep more than this. I just collect daydreams and vague aesthetics, plot points and ideas and that is my prep.

What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I don't have lines that stuck with me that I use for inspiration. Most of the time I see a quote on Tumblr or Pinterest (which is mostly a screenshot from Tumblr too...) and think: "Uh! This has a nice aesthetic!" And I save it to my boards.

But, I have two bookish quotes that have a deep impact on my everyday life!

One is from the Black Magician's Trilogy and it's somewhat about "Whine is for drinking, not for breathing." It's a quote by Akkarin when Sonja choked on her red whine and I annoy people all the time with it. Whenever someone chokes on any beverage, I just have to say "[insert beverage] is for drinking, not for breathing".

Second is from my other favourite book: Krieger des Lichts. (Again, if you understand German, go check it out! It's gorgeous!) In the boarding school, where the story is set, the headmaster is Archangel Raphael. And he has an office on the ground floor. And above his office door, he engraved a latin quote: Dum Spiro, Spero. It translates to "As long as I breath, I hope" and it touches me so deeply for many reasons that this phrase is the most precious quote I've ever read. I could make a whole post about the personal meaning behind this quote (not only because it perfectly represents Archangel Raphael!), but most reasons are very personal, so this short answer must do.

What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

Something weird. Uhm... I know very specific details about my characters that are not really irrelevant to the story, but there is simply not enough room to share everything within the pages (like I know exactly what kind of car Uriel from Wings of Fate drives).

What's probably even more strange is that I always have multiple story ideas to the same characters. They do not always match perfectly, but the character traits are often similar. For example:

Feathers in Florence and Wings of Fate. Asra. She is in both stories present, she has similar character traits but its not the same character!

I just like to daydream with my favourite characters and sometimes different stories evolve which are completely different to my original work. I tend to refer to it as "my own fanfic of my works" (because I have no clue how to call this...).

If someone experiences this too, please share it with me! So I won't feel strange about it anymore! 🙈

#long post #ask game #weird author asks #ofwordsandfeathers #answered asks #creative writing #writing #writerblr #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writeblr #writerscommunity #writersociety #literature #writblr

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sevengraces · 2 years

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The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, ch2, ch3, ch4, You, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, ch10, ch11, Title Card

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Wilbur and friends discuss, with probably too much interest/detail, exactly what's up with Technoblade. Rip to this child's secrets.

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Alright, despite the last chapter being like an obvious excuse to info dump about my fake lore uh this is the most questionable one lol. Solid chance this shit is out of character or just not how real people would act but we must move the plot along somehow and I'm autistic so this is the best human interaction you'll get outta me lol. CW's- Swearing Dissecting someones behavior Tommy being himself/vaguely insensitive Vague references to fantasy racism (?? possibly) References to canon deaths (past tense) (rip tubbo) Incredibly brief reference to suicidal ideation (wilbur was just like that in canon so y'know) Canon typical references to war/violence That should be everything, but as always let me know what I missed. (:

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Chapter 5 Anti-Plot Armor

Wilbur had really only stumbled upon Techno’s base by pure luck, and it was awfully convenient to find it while the piglin hybrid was home. He had told Tommy to watch himself, but it wouldn’t hurt to double check just how many strings were tied to this act of forgiveness.

It had definitely hurt, that much was clear.

The man stumbled out of the base and walked away as fast as possible, nearly running from what absolutely could not be the Blade crying. He eventually reached a clearing a good distance away, most sounds hidden by the trees.

“Fuck, okay that was fucking stupid, damnit.” the man collapsed against a nearby tree and muttered to himself.

“Why the fuck did I bother him that much, do I have a gods damn death wish? Well obviously but not like that. Damn okay, okay, okay. Let’s review, and then I need to talk to the others.” Wilbur closed his eyes and breathed in and out for a few moments. “Alright, there are no strings with Tommy, that’s good! Don’t think I could manage anything else to focus on right now.”

He leaned his head against the tree trunk, “He was angry that I asked, not in the ‘fuck you for bringing this up’ way but more like ‘why do you think so little of me’, and that is, uh, interesting for sure seeing as he did kill Tubbo like yesterday. And I mean that’s whatever, maybe he was angry that I was checking if he would be honorable or something? But he seemed so anxious.” Wilbur thought back to the beginning of the conversation. “He was on edge the whole time, because I nearly walked in on him without his mask. And y’know that’s fair or whatever but I didn’t even know that was like a secret kinda thing. But uhm, that freaked him out really badly. He was straight up panicking before he got the mask on, like hyperventilating. Which is pretty weird cause why does it matter what he looks like? I guess Dream is weird about his mask but like, that’s an identity thing and a drama thing, gods know he could handle it any other way, but Techno is widely known, he isn’t an Admin or anything like Dream is? So the mask isn't important for that.”

Wil traced the strings of the conversation, “After he got the mask he was still awkward and he kept slipping into piglin, and he doesn’t usually do that, though he was awkward like he was scared. Why would Technoblade be scared of me? I guess he didn’t think anyone knew where he lived and he had clearly woken up just then, but it feels like something else.” he sighed in agitation, “His voice definitely changed the longer we spoke, and y’know it would make sense if it was lower in the morning right? But it was definitely higher and then he made it lower in like one sentence, has he been putting on a voice this whole time?” The man laughed, “Damn, definitely can’t tell Tommy about that.”

“He was also embarrassed? When he got at me about lying he was super reluctant to actually explain himself, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it.” Wilbur scratched his neck absentmindedly, “But why would he be? Why would he say it if he didn’t want to explain it? He was almost acting like Tommy, snapping something and then backtracking when it invited more questions than answers on my end. But Tommy only does that cause he’s scared of honesty or whatever, and I mean, even Tubbo does it sometimes. It’s kinda like a kid thing to do? Why would Technoblade be like that though?”

Wilbur tugged his beanie down his neck and continued, “Okay, so Tech was anxious and off kilter the whole time, weirdly insistent on the mask but didn’t properly explain why, he was snappish and whiny, like he wasn’t even sure that he was allowed to be, plus he was definitely flinching every time I called him Blade, which is just odd.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like that moniker? But why wouldn’t he just tell us to stop? I mean we’d probably ask questions so if he didn’t want to answer them I guess that explains why he would just suffer through.” Wil huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “C’mon I’m close to something, what is it?”

As Wilbur muttered to himself Tommy and Niki approached slowly, “Wil? Whatcha doin’ out here?” Nikachu called out.

“Yeah, just weirdly talking to yourself in the middle of the woods or..?” Tommy chimed in hesitantly.

The man laughed quietly and shook his head, “Uh, no not like that, not this time. I’m tryna figure something out.”

Niki sat down across from him and pulled Tommy down next to her, “Can we help?”

Wilbur nodded and chewed his lip, “Yeah, uh where’s Tubbo?”

“Think he’s still sleeping in Pogtopia, why?”

“Just don’t want to repeat myself later, plus he’d probably be able to help too, y’know?” Wilbur pulled out his communicator and typed out a message to the boy in question before sending coordinates. “He should be here soon then, but ‘till that what have you been up to?”

Tommy rambled on for a few minutes with the occasional interjection from Niki. Wilbur nodded distractedly and hummed when needed.

“Having a meeting without me then?” Tubbo called teasingly as he entered the clearing.

Tommy laughed and shook his head, “Course not big man, just waiting for you to finally get up.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes and settled into his seat, waiting for the others to calm down.

Tubbo sat between Niki and Tommy directly across from Wilbur. The boy tilted his head and hummed out a questioning note.

“Alright, nobody interrupt m’kay? I’ve gotta get to the end of the new information and it is gonna be a tad uh, shocking.” Wilbur straightened against his tree as the others nodded and prepared to listen.

“I visited Technoblade this morning-” Wilbur began hesitantly.

“What!”

“By yourself?”

“How did you even find his house?”

Wilbur glared and waited for silence once more. “Anyway, as I was saying, I visited him today just to see if there were any conditions on Tommy’s-" he waved his hand vaguely, "-forgiveness or anything like that. When I got inside his little base he wasn’t in the main room so I called out to see if he was even home.” the man gestured widely, “And y’know he was, so I walked towards where he had yelled from and started to ask if he had a minute, like ya do, when he freaked out about me almost seeing him without his mask. He was kinda reluctant to actually explain why he was basically having a panic attack from the other room but once I got it out of him I just let him grab the mask so we could talk.”

Niki nodded slightly, “Yeah I don’t think anyone’s seen him without his skull mask thing.”

Tommy laughed, “He was really that freaked out? Not even Dream is all that worried about it and he has a secret Admin identity thing.”

“Does he have, like, a reason for hiding it? Did he tell you?” Tubbo asked.

The man let out a halfhearted glare at the comments but answered nonetheless, “Yeah he didn’t really explain, I asked sort of joking cause I was a little concerned he’d just murder me for almost seeing his face, but he didn’t give a real answer.” Wil sighed again, “So he gets his mask on and he’s still super nervous right? I figure, hey maybe he’s still freaked out about the close call, but it was different than that. Techno kept slipping into piglin to answer before changing it back like he hadn’t noticed, and he was all high pitched and crackly in the voice. Sounded kinda like Tommy to be honest.”

Tubbo and Niki laughed, but Tommy went bright red. “Hey! I don’t go crackly!”

Tubbo raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy for a long moment.

Niki bit back her snorts, “But, uh, why would Technoblade sound like that?”

Wilbur shrugged and continued, “Yeah, don’t know about that one. He kept being all sketchy the whole time but I eventually asked if he was gonna hold a grudge about the extraordinary Innit over here, and then he got super defensive.” He blew his hair out of his face. “Like all angry and shit, thought he was about to go on a rant about honor and all. Instead he snapped at me about mother henning you, and I just explained I had to keep you alive somehow. He insisted that if he wanted to kill a baby he would’ve, that you’d already been released and what else could we want from him.”

Tommy interjected, “Not a godsdamn baby. There’s no way he said that.”

“Probably did, to be honest.” Niki answered.

He rolled his eyes, “Well what he said verbatim was that: ‘If I was going to kill a runt with no thought then I would’ve done that.’, but I figured I could translate the culture shock and language issues out.”

Tubbo furrowed his brow; “Why would Tommy be a runt? Like he is smaller than Technoblade but he isn’t tiny?”

Niki shook her head, “With piglins all children are runts, he was just reaffirming how young Tommy is, not calling him weak.”

“I’m not a baby or a runt or a child.” Tommy glared, “I’m a big man. And I think all the time!”

Nikachu scrubbed her face, “Damn guys, Overworld is Techno’s second language, obviously. He must’ve been raised piglin which is why he leans on it when he’s stressed or tired, and they use different grammar and sentence structure. He was basically trying to say that it would’ve been easy to kill a child that didn’t know anything, so he would’ve done it before now if he was going to at all.” she huffed again, “I can’t imagine having to translate into a language with an entirely different style and adjust culture discrepancies.”

Wilbur cringed, “Yeah, he probably has a hard time with it huh?”

Tubbo rubbed his horns in sympathy, “Man it would get annoying being a nether-born hybrid, I bet the cold is a bitch.”

Tommy shook his head insistently, “Nah, he’s a big fucking dude, if anything pissed him off he’d just kill ‘em.”

Wil bit back a scowl and settled for rolling his eyes instead. “Tommy you know he’s a fucking excellent strategist right? Like he isn’t just strong? Sure he could snap you in two but he could also probably win a debate on the necessity of supplies in war or some shit too. Except when he gets all whiny, he’d probably lose then.”

“When he gets whiny? What’re you talking about? Piglin is a lot more nasally, s’that what you mean?” Niki asked.

Wilbur shook his head, “Well when I asked if he was gonna fight with Tommy over this he got all petulant about how he followed the rules and Tommy was the one who broke them. It was honestly kinda weird? Cause it isn’t like I was gonna chastise him like a fucking ten year old.”

Niki nodded thoughtfully and waved for the man to continue his recount.

“Well anyways, he insisted that he’d leave Tommy alone and the only thing to happen to the brat was that he’d have to deal with being untrustworthy or whatever. After he had asked what else we could want from him I had insisted that I didn’t want anything from him, to which he called me a liar a few minutes later into the conversation.” Wil sighed and rested his head against his knees, “I didn’t know what he was talking about, or when I had even lied, so I asked him. He got all embarrassed and awkward, like he hadn’t meant for it to come out at all. He did that thing that Tubs and Tommy do when they’re accidentally vulnerable? Where they walk back everything they said and get all defensive and nasty. I eventually got him to tell me what he thought I’d lied about, but it was like pulling teeth and he tried to kick me out a few times.”

Wilbur looked up at the other three once more, “After I figured out that he meant that we wanted something from him I clarified that I didn’t want anything new from him. It was weird he seemed all hurt and devastated and got all; ‘Of course you want something from me. I’m not stupid.’, it was honestly a little sad.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side, “What does that even mean, everyone wants something from everyone, he isn’t fucking special.”

The man shrugged, “Dunno, but it got stranger after that. He asked me if we had reached satisfaction, like this was another brawl or something. I told him there was no grievance, that we weren’t fighting, and he got all angry and embarrassed again, his ears were flicking around so much you guys.”

Tubbo laughed hesitantly, “His ears flick around when he’s embarrassed? That’s actually kind of cute.”

Tommy glared again, “It isn’t cute Tubbo, he’s a wrong’un.”

“Well whether he’s a wrong’un or not, he probably just didn’t know how to ask if you’d finished or not Wil. I don’t usually catch him struggling to translate but that early in the morning and being caught off guard it’d probably be harder than usual.” Niki chimed in.

Wilbur stared at the others with passive agitation then finished, “Anyways he got all huffy about my prying so I apologized and left him alone pretty quickly after that.”

Nikachu shook her head dazedly, “That is super wild, I’ll be honest Wilbur.”

Tommy laughed cruelly, “What? That the big pig gets all shy and anxious sometimes?”

Tubbo shoved him. “Don’t be an asshole Innit, of course he gets anxious and stuff, he’s just a dude.”

“A dude who killed you.” Tommy grumbled.

Niki cringed, but it was Wilbur that interrupted them, “Boys knock it off. I didn’t tell you all of this just so you could bicker some more, something isn’t adding up.”

“Yeah, there’s something off about this whole thing,” the boy nodded and continued, “I mean, he definitely killed me, but he did apologize beforehand. And afterward he was super polite and managed Tommy’s fuckup way better than he had to, what’s the thing we’re missing?”

Niki looked between the others, “Just, something about his whole behavior doesn’t read right, y’know? It’s inconsistent but not impulsive, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“I mean why does it even matter, maybe he’s just nuts, y’know?” Tommy added unhelpfully.

“I don’t think so.” Wilbur shook his head, “Whatever it is I wanna know though.”

#dsmp #c!technoblade #c!wilbur #c!niki #c!tubbo #c!tommyinnit #technoblades chat #fanfic #fanfiction #kidnoblade #kid!technoblade au #grace is writing

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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👄🗣✨👀 fluffy ending please!!

Sorry this has taken so long!

👄 sharing their first kiss

🗣 having an argument

✨ friends with benefits

👀 forced proximity

A/N - you can thank @smurphyse for giving me the inspo for this one!

CW - uhm…making out, illusions of sex but still SFW, sassy ready and bitchy Spencer.

WC - 1.7k

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End the Fight

When you broke off your five year relationship your first emotion hadn’t been sadness or hurt, which probably told you all you needed to know about your feelings towards your ex.

In fact the first feeling that flooded your body had been frustration, but that frustration was completely directed towards yourself. Because you’d ended your relationship and not given a thought to where the hell you were going to live.

Your old friend Penelope let you sleep on her couch for a while as she spent most of her time at her job anyway. But her one bed apartment was far from ideal for the both of you.

So when she’d told you her colleague at the BAU had a spare room in a fairly spacious apartment just a few blocks from your job at the bookstore, you jumped at the chance.

For all intents and purposes, Doctor Spencer Reid was nice. He was friendly in a kind of dorky way, he was polite and he allowed you your own space.

He was quiet and unassuming. He kept himself to himself and you did the same.

There was no reason for you not to like him. You just didn’t. Something about him just irritated you.

Maybe it was the way he always had to be making some kind of noise. Whether it be whistling in the shower or humming when he read or drumming his fingers on the counter tops when he waited for the kettle to boil.

Maybe it was the constant chaos in the apartment, books and case files left on tables and on the floor, you’d even once found a few books in the shower.

Maybe it was to do with the fact the man was so hard to converse with. He made it feel like you were sucking blood from a stone when you tried to have a conversation, usually only giving one word answers in response to anything you’d say.

Penelope had told you he’d been through a lot in his life and he had very high walls built up around himself by way of protecting him.

After his ex Max had dumped him after some kind of situation with a female unsub you didn’t have all the details on, his walls had gotten higher still.

Penelope told you to give him time, that Spencer was one of the sweetest, kindest men she knew he just needed to adjust.

But it had been six months now and he was still guarding himself with his practiced answers and unnecessary distance so you stopped even trying.

He split his time between the BAU and teaching. You preferred it when he was away on cases because it meant you had free reign of the apartment and didn’t have to haul yourself up in your room to avoid him.

You’d been looking for a new apartment but for all of Spencer’s flaws, he charged you next to nothing in rent and on your measly bookstore salary finding your own place was next to impossible.

He’d been away for three days and that night you spent on the couch with a pizza watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians on your laptop.

You wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties as you lounged on the couch. You had a slice of pizza in one hand and a glass or red wine in the other, your laptop balanced precariously on your stomach.

And then the front door opened.

In your hurry to jump up your almost spilt wine all over your laptop but just avoided the disaster.

You tossed your pizza crust in the box, setting the laptop and wine glass on the coffee table, tugging the hem of your shirt to cover your bare legs to no avail.

Spencer didn’t look at you as he hung up his jacket and satchel on the hooks before kicking his converse off.

When he did turn around he looked first at the mess on the coffee table and then at you, sheepishly still trying to cover your body.

“This is just what I need.” He grumbled, loosening his tie before pulling it over his head and hanging it with his jacket. “How much mess can one person make in three days?”

“You’re one to talk, at least I don’t leave books in the shower.”

“I read in the bath sometimes.” He shrugged, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. “Also, this is my apartment.”

He was always reminding you of that. Making sure you never got too comfortable by constantly refreshing your memory that it was his apartment, you just rented a room.

“Fine.” You couldn’t be bothered to argue. “I’ll tidy up and go to my room.”

You huffed as you heaved yourself up from the couch, grabbing your laptop, wine and pizza and precariously balancing them in your arms.

“What are you wearing?” Spencer glared at you as you went to pass him.

“A t-shirt. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of genius?”

Spencer surprised you when he took the items out of your hands and set them back down on the coffee table before pointing at your shirt.

“Didn’t realise you went to CalTech.” He folded his arms.

You looked down at the t-shirt in confusion and it was only then you noticed the logo.

You must have grabbed it out of the wash by mistake.

“Oh…uh…sorry I didn’t realise I was wearing it.”

“Maybe if you didn’t run around with your head in the clouds all the time, you’d notice these things.” He scoffed.

“I’d rather have my head in the clouds than up my own ass.” You spat at him.

You and Spencer hadn’t argued before, mostly because you didn’t spend any real time together. This was certainly gearing up for a fight.

He scrutinised you for a moment, eyes narrowed and forehead slightly scrunched, clearly trying to decide his words carefully.

“How Penelope ever thought we’d get along is beyond me. It’s like living with a petulant child.”

“Better that than to be a jaded old man.”

“You’d be jaded too if you’d been through what I had, sweetheart.” He spat the last word through his clenched jaw.

“I am not your sweetheart.” You spat back.

Spencer suddenly smirked at you, his eyes turning slightly wild.

“You’ll be whatever I say you are, princess.”

When he took you by the shoulders and pushed you up against the wall, you gasped and it allowed him the perfect opportunity to slam his lips against yours and slide his tongue in your mouth.

For a moment you stood frozen while Spencer explored your mouth. Your arms hung limply at your sides while Spencer’s pinned your shoulders to the wall.

You were so confused. Spencer had never shown any interest in you like this before, or was this all just to end an argument?

After a minute Spencer pulled back so he could look at you, eyes dark and pupils blown out.

“Are you really going to make me do all the work? You’re infuriating.”

“I…I…” you frowned, awash with confusion.

“Just kiss me back, Y/N. Stop making everything so difficult.”

This time when he kissed you again you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with ferocity.

He was the most frustrating man you’d ever met but he was an exceptional kisser.

You also found out after he led you through to his room and undressed you, that he was incredible in bed.

And knowing that about him, made it a little harder to hate him.

***

You didn’t speak about what happened between you and a few weeks later after he arrived home from a bad case, he picked a fight with you over a pile of laundry you’d left on the floor.

It had ended in his bed, between his sheets once again.

A week after that he told you off for leaving a pile of dirty dishes in the sink and he took you on the living room floor.

After that you started accidentally on purpose leaving messes around the apartment and waiting for him to pick a fight that always ended in the bedroom.

After several months of this new routine, when Spencer arrived home from another case, he surprised you by coming straight to your room.

You looked at him in confusion from the bed as he started stripping off his clothes to his boxers, before sliding in the bed next to you.

“Uh…are you drunk?” You frowned as he rolled into you, already capturing your lips.

“No.” He chuckled, kissing you deeply and rolling you on top of him.

“This is my room.”

“I’m aware, princess.” He started pushing your t-shirt up your torso and you let him take it off.

“What’s happening?”

He pulled you down by your neck and kissed you again.

“Well, I was kind of hoping we were going to have sex.” He laughed against your lips. “I know you’ve been deliberately making messes just so we’ll fight and end up in bed together. I’m proposing a new solution where we just do the sex part.”

You purred a little as he ran his fingers up and down your sides.

You were putty in his hands and you both knew it.

“Why does everything always have to be on your terms? I never get a say in-“

He silenced you with a deep kiss, making you melt into him.

“Just be quiet ok? Just be quiet for once and let’s have some fun.” He quickly rolled you over so he was straddling you, his messy hair falling into his face. “Can you be quiet for me, princess?”

“Oh but Doctor, I thought you liked it when I was loud.” You smirked and your words made Spencer hiss and roll his hips against yours.

“I hate it when you’re right.” He laughed, helping you out of the rest of your clothes quickly.

Things would certainly be better around here if the two of you could get along.

That didn’t mean you wouldn’t leave the occasional dish in the sink or clothes on the floor just for old times sake.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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lifeofkaze · 3 years

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Hi love!

Sorry for bothering you, but could you do something like really cute and fluffy between Charlie Weasley and reader where he's all shy and delicate maybe teaching her about dragons and their characteristics pls? Like, something that feels really intimate, you know?

I absolutely love your writing and I believe that you could make justice to the character.

Take care darling,

-A

Thank you for the request, loveliest anon! This is actually the first fic request I’ve ever gotten and I’m so happy you like my stuff so much, this makes me very very soft.

This fluff piece was just what I needed to get my mojo back hopefully. Please let me know if this is like what you had in mind - I for one had a lot of fun with it! <3

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Favourites

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Word Count: ~ 2.800

As a Care of Magical Creatures test covering dragons of all things is imminent and you were too distracted in class to pay proper attention, you know just who to turn to for help.

“You want me to do what?”

Charlie Weasley blinked at you in confusion. He could feel his blood rushing in his ears as he looked at you standing in front of him, clutching you Care for Magical Creatures book to your chest as you raised your eyebrows at him.

“I asked if you could help me studying for the test next week?” you repeated your question, brow slightly furrowed. “I can’t keep track of all these dragon traits and who would know them better than you?”

Charlie felt the heat creeping up on his face. Of course, the test. It was all he had been able to think about ever since Professor Kettleburn had announced the topic; all except you of course.

He tried to formulate a coherent answer that wouldn’t make him look like a blabbering fool in front of you, but the way the dappled sunlight that broke through the trees reflected in your hair distracted him more than he cared to admit.

So he resorted to a weak nod. “Uhm, sure, I’d love to. See you at six in the library?” he managed to stammer out eventually.

A beautiful smile formed on your face as you nodded in enthusiasm. “Sounds great, see you there!”

Charlie watched as you swished around and walked back to your friends, who greeted you with giggles and whispers as they glanced in his direction. You gave one of them a playful swat on the arm, before your clear laugh carried over to him onto the warm summer air and made his heart clench.

He knew all of his dragons by heart, of course he did; this test was the first he hadn’t bothered studying for at all. But now, he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to prepare himself.

The light of the sun had already started to turn into the beautiful golden shade that heralded the end of a warm autumn day as you skittered into the library. You were a little bit late for your study session with Charlie, and the exertion from running all the way from your Common Room flushed your cheeks slightly red. Your friends just hadn’t let you go, all of them just as excited for what they called ‘your dragon date’ as you were. Not that you’d ever tell them that.

You found Charlie sitting at a table near the windows and your breath caught for a moment as you took in the warm light that washed around his frame; it was making his ginger hair glow like fire, the only vibrant speck of colour in this dusty old room full of books.

He had his nose buried in a big, leather-bound tome, his eyes darting over the pages frantically; you noticed how the tip of his tongue stuck out between his lips in concentration. He was so immersed in his reading, that he only noticed you approaching as you sat down next to him. Jumping in shock at your sudden appearance, he almost knocked over his ink bottle, only catching it at the last second before its dark, inky content could wash over the thin pages of his book.

“Oh, you’re here already, I didn’t even notice you until now.” His freckled face had flushed a shade darker than usual as he put his ink bottle back into its position and made room for you on the table.

“I’d rather say I’m here finally,” you responded, feeling a little bit guilty at making Charlie wait. “But I see that you started without me.”

He hurriedly closed the book. “No, I was just reading up on some facts about Welsh Greens so I have them sharp in my mind,” he explained, “in case you have questions, you know?”

It was only now that your eyes took in the numerous heaps of books piled up on your table. “First question,” you said as you ran your fingers over the backs of the tomes stacked on top of each other. “I thought the test was about dragons native to Europe and not every single one in existence,” you pulled out a particularly old looking book containing myths and fables, “and beyond.”

You silently counted the numbers of books Charlie had amassed and your eyes went wide. “Charlie, these must be all the books about dragons in the whole library,” you laughed, giggling at the flustered expression of the boy beside you.

“Well, not all the books,” he clarified sheepishly. “There are quite a few in the Restricted Section and then there’s the two I have up in my dorm but forgot to bring and- “

You cut off his rambling by gently touching his arm; he shut up almost instantly, glancing nervously down to where your hand was lying. “It’s alright, it was just a joke.”

“Of course,” Charlie muttered slightly embarrassed. What was wrong with him?

He watched as you pulled your notes from your bag; they were rather sparse compared to the almost three scrolls of parchment he had scribbled down himself.

“Where do you want to start?”

You hummed to yourself as you considered your choices. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread inside Charlie’s chest as you drew your lips into a pensive pout and tapped your index finger against it.

Finally, a neat stack of white flashcards, that lay hidden behind a book on Sea Serpents, caught your attention. You reached over Charlie and pulled them towards you.

Your mouth dropped open as you flicked through them; on every one of the laminated cards was an extensive profile of every kind of dragon imaginable. The descriptions were written out in a neat, accurate hand that looked nothing like the careless scrawl you’d seen on Charlie’s class notes.

But what took your breath away were the detailed drawings below the text. They were done by pencil and although they didn’t move like magical pictures often did, they were so lively as if they only waited to pounce off the paper and take into the air.

Charlie watched you apprehensively as your fingers traced the outline of what appeared to be a Swedish Short-snout. He felt his heart beat faster at the soft, admiring look in your eyes as you turned towards him.

“Did you do these yourself?”

He nodded in response. “It’s hard to find decent descriptions all in one place,” he explained quietly. “I don’t know how accurate the sketches are though; I’ve never seen a dragon in real life.”

You flashed him a radiant smile that had his heart rate pick up considerably. “I don’t care if they’re realistic; they’re brilliant!”

Encouraged by your excitement, he took the flashcards out of your hands and fanned them out, their blank backs facing you. “Then I’d suggest we start with them; pick one!”

Running the fingers along the cards twice, you finally settled on one and drew it out of his grasp. Charlie’s freckled face lit up as he saw which one you had chosen.

“The Ukrainian Ironbelly,” he exclaimed, “my favourite!”

All of his former shyness was suddenly forgotten; this was his prime discipline.

“The Ironbelly is native to the Ukraine, as its name suggests, obviously. It’s considered the largest dragon species in existence with an immense wingspan, long talons and scales that are said to be harder to pierce than steel. It’s name stems from the metallic grey colour of his underside and ever since one particular large specimen carried off a whole sailing ship in the late 18th century, they are under strict observation by wizarding authorities.”

You did your best to jot down the information Charlie dumped on you with impressive speed but there was no way you could keep up with his excited ramblings. So you resorted to listening to him as he lectured you about feeding habits, hunting methods and the average temperature of the flames an Ironbelly could produce.

He sighed wistfully as he paused for breath. “They’re amazing.”

You couldn’t hide your smile at his dreamy expression as you picked out your next card from the stack. “Okay, how about this one?”

The dragon it showed had ridges running along its back, ending in a nasty, arrow-shaped spike at the tip of its tail. It barred its teeth at you in a vicious snarl.

“That’s my favourite, the Hebridean Black,” he repeated his words from before, positively bouncing with energy this time around.

You glanced at the card you two had just worked your way through. “I thought the Ukrainian Ironbelly was your favourite?” you teased him.

Charlie’s bouncing stopped instantly as he blushed bright red; you hadn’t meant to bring him down and felt sorry all of a sudden. So you propped the card against one of the book piles and turned to him.

“So, tell me more about it.”

Relieved to be able to tread on secure ground again, Charlie immediately recounted all the facts about one of the two dragon breeds native to the British Isles to you.

You continued in this fashion; your pulled a random card from the stash and Charlie would tell you everything he knew about it. He grew more animated with every new flashcard; as it turned out, every dragon you talked about was his favourite.

Seeing him so caught up in his favourite subject had a warmth spread in your chest and the smile on your lips never vanished even once. You had given up on writing Charlie’s words down about four cards ago and were merely staring at him explaining to you everything about these fantastic beasts that made up all of his dreams and musings.

His excitement quickly spread to you and you found yourself hanging onto his every word. But the more you were listening to him, the more you found your concentration shift from the dragons you were discussing to the boy beside you.

Your head propped on your hand, you admired how recounting scale colours and preferred environments of Romanian Longhorns brought a twinkle to his blue eyes and how his contagious laugh had you chuckle at the idea that people would confuse a Hungarian Horntail with a Norwegian Ridgeback.

The dimples forming in his freckled cheeks as he smiled at you were the exact reason why you had needed help with studying for this test in the first place. When you had talked about dragons in class, the eager smile and the slight scrunch of his nose as he scribbled down every single word Professor Kettleburn had to spare had left you breathless and unable to concentrate on anything but the butterflies dancing in your stomach.

The pile of flash cards had dwindled down until only a few more were left. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned around your next pick; the pictured showed a slender dragon directly from the front. It’s wings were outstretched and it seemed to be staring directly at you out of wide, pupil-less eyes. It was the only drawing so far that was coloured.

Your finger traced the subtle colour gradient rippling over its pearly scales as Charlie looked over to see which one was next.

“The Antipodean Opaleye,” he murmured, taking in your fascinated expression, “it’s singularly coloured scales and eyes are the stuff of legends.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, trying to imagine how the scales of a real life Opaleye might shimmer in the sunlight.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Charlie suddenly blurted out. The words had fallen from his lips before he’d even had a chance to stop them.

Both of you froze as what he had said sank into your consciousness. You couldn’t believe your ears and were half sure that your mind must have played a trick on you.

You carefully glanced over to Charlie out of the side of your eyes; he looked incredulous and you could watch the colour of his face turning from ghostly white to a deep, vivid scarlet that clashed with his ginger hair in a matter of seconds.

Feeling your own cheeks starting to blush at the unexpected compliment, you desperately were looking for something to say to take the shock out of his widened eyes. But your mind wasn’t working properly anymore, so all you managed was a meek “Wow, uhm, thank you Charlie, that’s really sweet.”

It was apparent your words didn’t help his flustered situation as he covered his face with his hands and groaned “I can’t believe I said that out loud; I’m such an idiot.”

You didn’t know what to do to help him; you felt utterly flattered and confused at the same time. You thought about putting your hand on his arm to reassure him what he had said actually made you happy, but paused halfway, not quite daring to touch him again.

Still unsure of what to do, you got up and picked up one of the books he had used to illustrate the facts on his flashcards.

“I’d better get going, I guess,” you stammered without looking at the wretched boy sitting at the table next to you, “thank you so much for helping me, I think I’ll manage the rest on my own. Can I borrow that book though?”

He didn’t raise his face from his hands, but nodded anyways. You felt bad for leaving him like that, but your head was spinning and you desperately needed to sort out your thoughts.

But seeing Charlie’s slumped frame sitting at the table, all the bubbly excitement from before completely drained from him, tugged at your heartstrings so hard it almost hurt. So instead of turning around and leaving, you drew a deep breath, gathered your courage and stepped behind him, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

You could feel his shoulders tense and his breath hitch as your hair tickled his jaw and were glad he couldn’t see the deep blush on your cheeks as you straightened up, picked up your bag and his book and hurried out of the library with a racing heart, too afraid to turn around once more.

Charlie and you hadn’t spoken again after what had happened in the library. It had taken him quite some time to be able to think properly again after you had left; he had just sat at his table, hand on his cheek where you had kissed him, staring into nothingness, the peachy smell of your hair still hanging in the air.

Even though the thought of how soft your lips had felt on your cheek had been the most prominent thing in his mind, he had passed his test with flying colours; some things just couldn’t be erased from his mind, no matter what was happening around him.

He had just returned to his dorm after a particularly tiring Quidditch practise when he saw it lying on his bed, propped up against his head bord; the book you had borrowed from him to finish studying on your own.

For a brief moment, he wondered how you had managed to get it up here, when he noticed something white sticking out of the pages. Curious, he picked up the book and flicked it open.

Even without looking, he knew what chapter it was you had marked with whatever you had put in there; he had read this book more times than he could remember. It was the chapter on the Antipodean Opaleye; he grimaced at the memory of when he had last thought about this particular dragon.

A white flashcard was stuck between the pages, its laminated surface flashing as Charlie turned it around to read it.

A big smile stole onto his face as he saw the photograph of you laughing and waving at him that you had stuck on the front side. His eyes swept over the lines written in your feminine hand and his smile grew even wider as he read the ‘special characteristics’ section:

It has to be remarked, that this particular specimen was able to pass her test with full marks.

He was glad to hear his blurted out compliment hadn’t affected your marks in the end. He sighed wistfully, when he noticed the very small, scribbled note at the very end of the card; it wasn’t as neatly written as the rest, almost as if your hands had shaken while writing it down.

Greatest weakness: While not many weaknesses are recorded of this specimen, it is said that it can be easily tamed by ginger-haired dragon trainers in the making. Whether these rumours are true, remains to be determined.

Charlie’s mouth dropped open as he read the last section over and over again, not daring to believe what he thought they said. But after the tenth time, he finally allowed the butterflies that had been fluttering in his stomach to spread into the rest of his body, his smile growing into the widest grin as he tucked the flashcard carefully into the book again.

This time, he was sure; this one was his favourite.

Tagging: @weasleysandwheezes

#harry potter #hphm #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #L writes #by request

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cttrajan1206 · 3 years

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#arrow sys#Love them#Absolute sweethearts all of em#And suoer fun to sprint with

FIRST OF ALL SOBS /pos

second,,, i know nothing abt twst or obey me but grabby hands at a ramble; i will absolutely listen if you wanted to talk about it :starry:

JSHDJF [WAILS ALOUD] I TOOK SO LONG SO GET BACK TO YOU THAT I FINISHED ONE OF THE WIPS IN THAT TIME LMAO!!

Well!! This is good promo! :> The one that i was typing up is finished now and it's the obey me fic! You can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33644662

Mammon and Movies:

Basically! Someone read another fic of mine that included my self insert flappy stimming and also getting mental breakdown so it asked if i could include a couple other stims in another work since he enjoyed my first one! I. Took that request and made an entire fic dedicated to him lmao. So! I asked it later on for what it would like me to include and which character to use and here we are!

This is a 4K fic of Mammon from Obey Me paired with a Neurodivergent!Reader. The plot is that of him showing you a magic trick and smoothly whipping out a movie ticket!! You've been wanting to ask him to see a movie with you for a while so this is perfect! So perfect in fact that you're overwhelmed with happiness and have a brief moment of being nonverbal as you're overwhelmed with euphoria. Then the next day, you meet him at the venue and the date begins! Other scenes include him allowing you to hold onto his bracelets as it's one of your stims (he wears one of every texture to accomodate to your tastes), you dissociating out of anxiety in a movie theatre and him helping to ground you, and finally! Him sleeping on your shoulder before the movie ends.

Ik i kinda just said the majority of the plot lmao but! Its just a fluffy and sweet movie date! I enjoyed writing it a lot although i got about 80% of it done a month ago and tyn didn't touch it for like 2 weeks sjdbsjd i was p sad abt that. I like finishing things quickly esp when its for other people!! But it was a comfort during a hard time to write this work at 2am under the light of a night lamp and to the tune of street life ambience.

ALSO I FOUND OUT THAT MAMMONS OFFICIAL SONG "ARE YOU READY" LEGIT HAS NO HOURLONG LOOPS AND THAT WAS A HARD HIT TO ME BC LIKE I WANTED TO LISTEN TO IT ON TV BUT IT WASNT HAPPENINGGG TWT WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE ALL THE OTHER OTHER BROTHER'S SONGS INSTEAD LIKE PLSSS

Anyway lmao i'm quite happy with this work, it feels very round and finished to me which makes me happy because it means I didn't need to worry about editing it to feel satisfied. The requester liked it a lot too! Which made me super super happy. :>

Now!! For the twisted wonderland!! That’s a comfort plotline of mine that doesn’t really have a title yet and is still a wip that is written through my friend’s DMs BUT! I will also take the time to promo my twst writing blog! It is dead QvQ On there, you can see a bit more about the self insert in question but for now, i’ll just put the ship name as the title.

https://twst-sumi-squad.tumblr.com/

Kalim Al-Asim X Sumi Bint Khattar (Plot line):

So!! This one stemmed from me drawing something out of self indulgence and to show it to my friend, I described Sumi B in full and then I told them about my ships and around that time I had like five love songs I was obsessed with. And for each of them. I had. A separate animatic. For like at least 1 ship, the average was two but one had three. Sumi B was the centre of the most ships but not the only one. Anyway!! I told my friend about this and asked if I could dump my ideas onto them! They agreed and I started with a summarised version but then realised I needed a bit more build up so I started to write it in a bit more detail. Hah. It ended up being a Lot More Detailed but even then, I would write the scenes in a much more fluid and descriptive way if it were Real Writing so! I call it a Plotline. It is very long.

The plot itself is. long now. it’s a slowburn lmao because most if not all of my self insert ships tend to be slowburns. But this one? This particular self insert? Sumi B? Yeah she’s the only one with trust issues so she mothers the BIGGEST slowburns known to history. It takes them a year before she even considers him a friend despite seeing him every day and also having multiple deep conversations with him. Anyway though, this one is a big comfort becuase it has something I didn’t really dare to do before. Kalim, the canon character, falls in love with my oc first. Normally I have it the other way round becuase I’m too scared to assume that I would be like, deserving or like desirable enough for someone to have a crush on me. But with Sumi B, even I have a goddamn crush on her lmao. I indulge myself a bit with this one and really play around with emotions and!! In the most recent scene! We have finally reached the part where she actually starts to love him back! :D

I started this one a loooong time ago, at least a month and maybe two? It was Intended to be finsiehd in one night and then i got carried away and my friend got invested and then I ALSO got invested and so I started to develop the plot further so make it more interesting and keep the buildup going. It’s very fun and though i try to limit myself to summarising actions and dialogue, i fail. very often. so it often has little tidbits of more beautiful sentences and tension lmao.

This particular fic is based off of my imagined animatic for the song “Would you be so kind” by Dodie! I didn’t know about the song until i saw other people’s animatics and I ended up taking it and running away haha! I’m currently really happy with it however I am really dreading the day where I actually write it out properly. If I don’t? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll post the plotline by itself. I have another fic just like it, one with a different self insert who (in fact) is very very close with Sumi B and considers her his older sister, that i ALSO wrote in semi detailed plot lines in someone’s DMs. Both are massive comforts to me and though i love them, their plot lines are so goddamn long that i will dread the day i decide to write them all out.

So uhm!!! Yeah!! XDD Those are the two fics I was talking about! I hope you enjoyed my small ramblings about them haha. I’m starting college soon though so I fear I might have much more time for fanfic.

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moistmailman · 3 years

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New Vegas AU

*A sweaty and slightly panting Pyrrha walks into highway 188*

Pyrrha: *looking at the Strip in the distance, the Lucky 38’s tower lighting up in the sky like a beacon*

Pyrrha, mumbling to herself while grazing her bullet hole scar: So that’s where the bowler hat guy is......wow.

Yang, from behind: You know, for a girl covered in grime and blood, you don’t half to bad.

Pyrrha, turning: Eh?

*Pyrrha turns and faces a tall buxom blond in raggedly clothes while sporting a powerfist and an equally as powerful smirk*

Pyrrha: *looks around confusingly before looking at the blond and pointing to herself for confirmation*

Yang: Yeah I’m talking to you hotstuff, who else would I be talking to? *winks*

Pyrrha, blushing: O-oh, u-uhm. R-right.

Yang, giggling: Relax, hotstuff. I’m just goofing around. So where did the wind blow you from?

Pyrrha, instinctively: The grave.

Yang, eyes widening: Oh shit. *whistles* Damn. Well if that’s how you look fresh out of the grave then I can’t imagine how you look freshen up.

Pyrrha: *slightly blushes again*

Yang, extending her hand: Name’s Yang.

Pyrrha, shaking her hand: Pyrrha, pleasure.

Yang, smirking: Pleasure’s all mine. So where ya heading?

Pyrrha: *points behind her with her thumb towards the strip*

Yang, whistling: Ah, well good luck with that then.

Pyrrha, tilting her head: What do you mean?

Yang: Only the highly privileged individuals get to go there. Or NCR troops who were lucky enough to be stationed in the place where they can gamble and fuck all they want while forgetting all about the poor people that surrounds their city. The strip is like a lone diamond that’s engulfed by a pile of shit called freeside.

Pyrrha: So it’s hard to get in?

Yang: It’s not if you have the caps for it. And don’t even think about sneaking in, unless you want to be filled with more bullets than blood. *snorts* Pretty sure the amount of money they spend on bullets for intruder is the same amount of the admission fee. Privileged assholes.

Pyrrha, frowning: Well shoot. I really gotta get in there though.

Yang: Don’t worry about it. They’re other casinos in freeside. They’re just not as fancy. And the chances of getting stabbed is much higher as well.

Pyrrha: No, that’s not the reason why I need to get in there.

Yang: Oh. You’re looking for escorts then? Again, there are plenty at free—

Pyrrha, blushing: W-What?! N-no, not that either! I-I— I have private matters to attend to!

Yang, smirking and raising eyebrow: Private, huh?

Pyrrha, blushing more: Not THAT kinda private.

Yang, raising hands up in a feign surrendering: Okay Okay Okay. If you say so.

Pyrrha: *frowns and pout*

Yang: So what IS your business with the strip then?

Pyrrha: I gotta meet someone there.

Yang: Is that someone happen to be a friend? Or girlfriend?*internally* Say no.

Pyrrha: Huh? OH, no! Heavens no. Complete opposite actually.

Yang: Okay good.

Pyrrha: Good?

Yang: I-I mean, bad! Or inconvenient! But not good! Obviously not good! *awkwardly chuckles*

Pyrrha:.......oookay?

Yang, clearing her throat: Anyway. How about I tag along with you?

Pyrrha: Pardon?

Yang: Me and you? To the strip. I’ll come with you on the journey.

Pyrrha: Why?

Yang, smiling: Would you believe that I’m a sucker for pretty girls?

Pyrrha, blushing: Erm...

Yang, smiling: And also, believe it or not, but you’re the first person I’ve seen here that actually looks like they can take care of themselves, especially since you already had a one foot in the grave and survived. You gotta be one tough bitch to kill.

Pyrrha: Oh, well uhm....thank you, I think?

Yang, smiling: You’re welcome. No offense to anyone else but everyone here looks like they might piss themselves to the sight of a mole rat. So it’s about time I find someone like you to travel with.

Pyrrha: Don’t you have a family here though? Or friends at least?

Yang: Friends? No. A family? Yes. Just not here though. They’re currently cooped up in a hole.

Pyrrha, raising an eyebrow: What?

Yang: Nothing. Rather not bore you with the details. So what do you say? I could be your guide for the Mojave, since you’re obviously not from here.

Pyrrha, self consciously: Is it really that obviously?

Yang: Well speaking on how you stared at Ozpin’s tower like a tourist with stars in her eyes, yes. You practically scream ‘out of my element’

Pyrrha: Okay. I’ll keep that noted then. Anywho, sure. You can tag along I guess.

Yang: Really?

Pyrrha: Yeah. I mean, i could use the guide. When I first woke up I got so much information dumped on me that it hurt my brain more than the bullet did.

Yang, choking: WAIT YOU GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD?!

Pyrrha: O-oh. You didn’t know that? I thought I told you.

Yang: No, you told me you almost died! I was expecting from getting shot or stabbed in the gut or something. Not a damn bullet to the head!

Pyrrha, awkwardly chuckling: Yeah. Kinda hard to believe myself.

Yang: Can’t tell if you’re extremely unlucky for getting shot in the first place, or extremely lucky for surviving it and being able to have coherent thoughts afterwards.

Pyrrha, almost proudly: The doctor who patched me did say it was a wonder the bullet didn’t bounce out my brain on it’s own terms with my luck.

Yang: Well color me impress them. I should keep your close with that knowledge, hot stuff. You can be my own personal luck charm. *winks*

Pyrrha, blushing: A-Anyway. Is there a place I can rest? I rather get some water and a good nights sleep before getting back in the scorching Mojave again.

Yang: Sure, let me show you around. Come on.

#Rwby #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #rwby greekfire #pyrrha x yang #Rwby au #Jimmy Ozpin

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a-snow-decahedron · 3 years

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alphys and flowey, with 22!

I'm so sorry for taking so long. Here we go. 22: books (from this prompt list)

This is for Alphys week! -> Day 6: Flowers

(who said it had to be several flowers?)

Crumpled Paper

Words: 1300

Read on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33809740

The first time he met the royal scientist, it had been during a visit she made to the castle, a day after he had emerged in his fath- Asgore's garden, crying out for help for the first time. She carried a bag, which she dropped the moment the king informed her of his finding. She examined him, checking on his magic levels, and as she worked, her face could barely hide her worries. Through stuttering words Dr. Alphys gave her report: she said he had no SOUL, but besides the fact, he seemed fine. She came by every few days to check his stats, apologizing profusely every time. What for? She couldn't explain herself without stumbling on her words, but he got something about an experiment. But it would be fine, she assured him!

He wasn't fine, he couldn't feel, no matter how much he tried. He was not the same and it wasn't worth it to keep trying.

But then he discovered the real power behind determination. Curiosity led him to various places, and soon he found himself outside of the scientist's laboratory. She hid something, and he was determined to find out.

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"Howdy!"

Alphys was startled by the sudden voice. She was back from a trip to the dump, holding a bag full of cans and metallic wastes. At this time of the day, she didn't expect to find anyone outside the lab.

A flower stood by the door, giving her a toothy smile.

"Howdy, doctor! Have we met before?" The flower snickered and winked, as if there was an inside joke she didn't get.

She recognized the kind of flower on sight, after all, she had worked with them during the last weeks. But just like her other experiments, it seemed determination didn't have the expected effects. She rememebered taking the vessels back to the garden and...

Oh no.

Not THIS too.

She tried forming a sentence. But what could she say? She felt herself start sweating, her breathing getting faster. She swallowed and managed to say "We do not know each o- but you said that we do..." She decided to set for a question. "Do you want to... come in?"

The flower's expression was blank for a moment as if considering his options, then he smiled. "Sure! Get me inside!" Alphys sighed in relief. This shouldn't be difficult, right? They could just... take their time to talk.

After some arrangements, she managed to fit the flower in her bag to carry him and set him in her workbench. His small black eyes examined the room, eagerly looking for something. What it was, Alphys couldn't tell.

She was filled with questions of her own. Dozens of theories were running in her head, but she feared the flower wouldnt be able to answer them. She watched him as he tried to pick up one of the books resting on her desk. They were too heavy to lift.

"Do you... want my help?" She held the book for him, which had a winged hero on the cover. She opened it on a random page, so they could both look at the drawings.

"What does it say?" He pointed at one of the speech bubbles.

"What?" Alphys was distracted looking at the pose one of the main characters, a human with human ears, was making.

"On the book. The handwriting's weird."

"Oh that... I'm not sure. It seems it's a human language, but it's not like the one we speak. I think it's called Japanese. It comes from the land where they make cool things like anime and..." She started going through the list of every little fact she learnt about the land through her TV shows, but the flower interrupted her.

"Why do you have a book you can't read?"

"It's called manga." She was quick to correct. "I'm learning how to read and write! I've been looking for books in the dump that can teach you how."

"Is that what you do as a sicentist?" He raised an eyebrow, which was as white as the rest of his face.

"N-no, but it's something... I do sometimes, when I have the time."

"Cool! Can you teach me?"

"To read Japanese?"

"No, I'll pass, it sounds complicated. My sibling would have liked it. They are such a nerd, always saying weird words."

Would that mean...? Oh no, one animated flower is a thing but more? Alphys would be screwed.

The flower opened his eyes wide at his words and he stuck his tongue out in thoguht, as if he was solving a mental puzzle. Alphys waited, was it the right move to ask questions? Would it scare the flower?

"Ah, my tongue slipped. I guess I'll have to tell you. But later, OK?" A part of Alphys wanted to turn to dust right there, a different part wanted to spit out every question that crossed her mind, but the saner part of her decided it was best to play along. Anything to make this less awkward.

The flower found a solution sooner than her. "Why don't you... teach me how to write? I don't know if I can." He looked down at his vines.

"Yeah, sure. let me grab some paper and pencils." Alphys felt the tension dissipate as they changed topics.

"Do you have color pencils too?"

"Uhm, we'll see what I can get."

Alphys found a box of pencils next to her computer, on top of a pile of paper detailing her blueprint ideas, a few scratched projects and a personal story she was working on. Her handwriting made her the least suitable for the job, but the flower was content with her lessons. They chatted about mundane topics, forgetting their situation for a moment. He was reluctant to tell her his name, and never mentioned the "sibling" again, but both of them seemed at ease.

"Do you wanna... stay here tonight? Or do you need to go to the garden?" He considered his options, then shook his head. Alphys leaned to look at the paper, it seemed her friend grew tired of writing and made a drawing. "What's that?"

"It's me! Well, not me me, but my cooler form!" It showed a winged godlike creature, shooting stars out of his hands. He was surrounded by a rainbow cloud.

"Oh! You drew inspiration from the manga I showed you?"

"Maybe? But this is way better!" He was grinning, proud of his successful creation. It took him some time to get used to grabbing pencils with his vines. Even though he couldn't make small things, his grasp was good enough to make a rough sketch.

"I like it! Give it a name!"

"What would they name it... " He whispered, barely audible. "Ah! I know what."

He took a black marker, and with a strange kind of handwriting and in all uppercase he wrote:

"THE ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH"

For the rest of the timeline, the drawing was put on the fridge with a magnet. He didn't get much information about the scientist that night, and saw less of her with every passing day

When he found out why, he reset. Many timelines went by. The ghost of the drawing was forgotten, but his ability to grab things stayed.

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Alphys walked into the lab, putting on her labcoat over her dress. Her day was eventful, and her confession marked the start of a new time. She was feeling... better? Sure, her confidence had a long way to go, but she could handle it one thing at a time. Her smile dropped when she found a crumpled piece of paper, with a message scribbled with a black marker. It was a strange kind of handwriting, in all uppercase.

It read: "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID"

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