#i had fun writing it

[honnelander]

How did Sanji and reader meet the first time? What did they think of each other at first impression 👀?

hmm interesting question! i feel like it would go a little something like this (in my main "mutual pining" series):

You had originally joined the crew back in the beginning with Luffy, Nami, and Zoro when they were going up against Buggy. Since helping them slice that clown pirate down to size, you were a straw hat.

You never particularly had a dream of your own or knew where you wanted to be, but once you met Luffy and his endless optimism and kindness?? You knew it then: you had found your people.

So when did you meet Sanji? At the same time as everyone else, at the Baratie.

After Nami slipped the host some berry to get your crew a table, you all made your way down to the main dining area. Watching Zoro struggle to slide into the booth because of his swords was practically the funniest thing you've ever seen so you couldn't help the laughter that came out of you and in turn, that made the rest of the straw-hats all join you in poking fun at Zoro and laugh your asses off (much to Zoro's chagrin).

"Fuck you guys," Zoro muttered as he gave each member of the crew their own personal death glare.

When the swordsman locked eyes with you for your own personal Zoro Death Glare, you couldn't help but laugh louder.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, everyone's favorite blonde-haired chef was busy making the infamous bluefin tuna special that led to him getting kicked out to wait tables that particular night.

As Sanji put the final touches on his off-the-menu special, wiped the edges of the plate clean, and confidently strode to the front of the line, all while bantering with Patty, he felt on top of the world.

Until Zeff crapped all over his dish and kicked him off the line.

"Fucking old man," Sanji snarled under his breath as he pushed the kitchen doors to the dining room a little more harsh than necessary.

As he walked into the dining room, slinging his suit blazer over his shoulders, he was fuming...until he heard a loud chorus of laughter come from his right. He looked up in curiosity as he buttoned his blazer in the little alcove next to the kitchen and scanned the dining room. Baratie was a more upscale, fine dining experience (especially for pirates), so for a table of guests to laugh as loud as he was hearing was certainly new to the cook. Whoever they were, they definitely must not be from around here.

His blue eyes immediately went to the table nearest to him, table eight, where he had his eyes set on the pretty blonde woman earlier in the night in hopes that she was the one laughing loudly but, no she wasn't. When he took the plate of pastries and took a few steps into the dining room, he heard the laughter towards his right and immediately looked that way with a cool gaze.

And the sight he was met with nearly took his breath away. At table ten, he saw the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen: you. There you were, sitting there at the table, laughing your ass off at the green-haired guy next to you, laughing so hard you were hitting the table with your fist, not a care in the world. It looked like everyone else at your table was laughing along with you, all except for mosshead (a stick in the mud, Sanji thought with a scoff).

Only one thought occupied his mind now, not Zeff, not the bluefin special, not being kicked out of the kitchen, just: you. You and your infectious laugh.

Everything after that happened in a blur. The two pirates at table eight both stood up enraged, yelling insults back and forth along with threats to kill each other, ripping Sanji's attention away from you and pissing him off all over again.

Could anything go right today?

Once he kicked those two pirates unconscious, he then smoothed out his suit jacket, let out a small exhale of satisfaction, and picked up the plate of pastries again. As he strode over to your table, he put on his most charming smile and placed the pastry plate right down on your table like nothing had just happened.

And to be fair? Pirates fighting did happen all the time, that was just another typical Tuesday night at the Baratie.

But meeting you? That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he'd do anything to hear you laugh and see your gorgeous smile light up that pretty face of yours again.

He stared right at you as he said, "Good evening, and welcome to our shitty little restaurant: the Baratie."

At his tone and choice of words, you couldn't help but look at your extremely attractive waiter in surprise and confusion and let out a surprised laugh. Didn't he work here?

He kept going though but his charming smile only widened at hearing your laugh, his smile reaching his eyes as he said, "My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?"

And in that moment, without the other person's knowledge, you were smitten with each other.

Taglist: @smolracoon25

#sanji #sanji x reader #asks #sanji x y/n #opla!sanji x reader #opla!sanji #idiots in love series #friends to lovers #mutual pining #thank you for this ask anon! #i had fun writing it #i literally can't get enough of them #this is the most productive i've been in days #once again i get carried away #go fish! au #blurbs

[sheavesandbounds]

sometimes her family looks at me and their tongues curl around the name of a dead girl i stare them in the eyes with an unfamiliar smile until they swallow it down uncomfortably they do not know what i am all anyone knows is that she went away and i came back in her place i wear her skin i carry her flesh and bones and puppet them as if they were mine but they do not fit me and so her family wails and cries: how could i desecrate her memory? how could i even consider changing her body? how could i mutilate her? she is not the one being mutilated i have sliced and torn and ripped away parts of my soul to try and fit this body, yet it slowly rots around me i can feel it coming apart at the seams from the pressure of containing even fragments of me and still they call me her name, as if they cannot smell the stench of death

i understand that they loved her they miss her they mourn for her they think that i am doing this to hurt them her can they not see that dragging around this corpse under the guise of being her is more disrespectful to her memory than anything else? can they not see that i loved her too?

the girl is dead but the body remains i will reshape it to fit me and it will be my turn to live.

Inspired by this post and the tags

#pretty proud of this one #i had fun writing it #I know the original post itself was about literal undead but I got all metaphorical which was like the opposite of the point lmfao #(even though I used very zombie-demon-whatever focused language) #so I decided to make my own post #writing #my writing #original writing #zombies #demons #possession #sorta those vibes #undead #transgender #trans #transmasc #transmasculine #queer #lgbtq #queer writing #writeblr #poetry #mild body horror #maybe? #just in case #death #okay now i'm done with tags

[floweringpopcat]

hey!! i wrote a thing!!! a 1k fic about watcher!grian, with scar, for any who are interested

#give it some love will you? #i haven't written and posted a fic in a year lol #if you read it i hope you like it! #i had fun writing it #tag time #my writing #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #grian #watcher grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #hermitcraft #trafficblr #gtws #gtwscar #mars babbles

[lenievi]

Spones Day 2023 fic

Canon divergent universe where TMP never happened. Takes place a few years before TWOK (but if TWOK happens is in the stars). Kirk has retired from Starfleet (just so you’re not confused), because I like that tidbit from Generations.

#McCoy didn’t know they were dating #first kiss #strangely proactive Spock

~1000 words. | G

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The door to the Transporter Beam-up Center opened, and mixed groups of various species started to come out. McCoy moved to the side to not stand in their way, his eyes scanning the crowd for Spock’s familiar face. It was a few minutes before he heard, “Doctor McCoy.”

McCoy startled. “I need to buy you a cowbell.”

Spock lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been saying that for years, Doctor, and I’m still waiting.” He raised his hand, fingers spread in a Vulcan salute. “We meet again.”

McCoy blinked and looked at his hand. His third finger quivered as he tried to connect it with the fourth one, hoping to form a V, but with no success. He gave up, shaking his fingers a bit, relieving the slight pain in his ring finger. One day, one day, he would succeed.

Spock held out his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. 

McCoy glared at him. “You could’ve done it from the beginning.” He clasped Spock’s hand, soaking in the warmth he hadn’t felt for three months. “How was the trip?” He let go.

“Commanding a ship full of cadets on their training voyage is hardly a trip, Doctor.”

“You visited Vulcan before that, didn’t you?”

Spock gave a stiff nod. “Sarek sends his regards.” He beckoned toward the exit. “Shall we?”

Spock led him to a nearby restaurant.

Even after three years, it still felt odd whenever Spock invited him out. Sometimes to a science or technical museum, sometimes to a restaurant, sometimes to an arboretum. Just the two of them. If anyone had told him that ten years ago, five years ago, hell, even three years ago, he would scoff and tell them not to drink anymore. But Spock kept reaching out, and McCoy kept saying yes.

“Have you spoken to Jim recently?” McCoy asked after they ordered. He kept his eyes on the tabletop, not wanting to see Spock’s judging expression.

“Not since before my trip to Vulcan,” Spock said. “He acquired a dog.”

McCoy raised his head. “Jim has a dog?”

“His name is Butler.”

McCoy blinked.

“You would know that if you called him,” Spock said, his eyes piercing.

“Well…” McCoy wet his lips. “He could call me.”

“You informed him rather vehemently you didn’t want to see him unless he comes out of retirement.”

“You can’t tell me you think he can just live on a farm in Idaho and be happy.”

“That is not for us to judge.” Spock sipped his tea. “He appears to miss you.”

McCoy’s stomach did a funny flip. He reached for his glass of water and clasped it in both hands. His argument with Jim was ugly, and they hadn’t seen or talked to each other for two years.

“So, uhm…” he started but was saved by the waiter bringing their meals. The plates were placed, and McCoy grabbed the utensils. He should not think about Jim. Spock had always made it clear that they should resolve it themselves and did not wish to discuss it.

“It’s good to see you, Spock,” he said instead.

Spock smiled. 

They dug into their meals.

“My father offered me to work with him and accompany him to Ensis,” Spock said between bites.

McCoy frowned. “You want to leave Starfleet?”

“It would not immediately come to that, but it is an option I am considering.”

First Jim. Now Spock. McCoy had stayed in San Francisco because he wanted to stay close to them. Then Jim left. He stayed because Spock would have someone welcoming him back whenever he left on a training voyage. He stayed because… because he… 

He swallowed.

“I wanted to ask for… your opinion,” Spock said, his eyes focused somewhere behind McCoy’s shoulders. 

“My opinion?” McCoy put down his utensils. He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

“I have… always appreciated your company, Doctor.” Spock frowned. “Leonard.”

McCoy's heart skipped. He didn’t remember the last time Spock used his name.

“In the last three years, perhaps before that, the appreciation evolved, changed.” Spock looked him in the eyes. “I do not enjoy the thought of not seeing you for months.”

McCoy didn’t know what to say. His mind was flying at warp speed. The almost realization a minute ago. Every time Spock invited him to go somewhere. Every time McCoy invited Spock to his apartment, sharing meals, cooking together. The soft brushes of their shoulders, as they passed each other in McCoy’s narrow kitchen. The soft brushes of the back of their hands, as they walked down the streets or halls of the museums. Spock’s fingers on his elbow, demanding his attention. So common, so frequent that he didn’t even notice them anymore.

“Are we dating, Spock?” McCoy blurted out.

“As there hasn’t been an official agreement, we are not.”

“Do you want to?” McCoy asked before he could think about it.

The tips of Spock’s ears darkened. “That was the matter I wanted to discuss today. In order to answer my father’s offer, I first needed an answer from you.”

“Why?”

“I have already told you. I would have… missed you.”

McCoy could not hold back his smile, his cheeks growing hot.

“If you did not answer positively, creating a physical distance between us would be a logical thing to do.”

“The distance wouldn’t help,” McCoy murmured.

“Perhaps.” Spock inclined his head. “But it appears we do not have to test it.”

“But your father –”

“My father is aware.”

McCoy opened his mouth and closed it. “You…” He wet his lips. “You talked about us with Sarek?” Us. There was an us.

“My father thinks highly of you,” Spock said. “Mother too. She’d like it if you accompanied me next time I visit Vulcan.”

McCoy blinked.

“You don’t have to give me an answer today.” Spock bit his lower lip. McCoy hadn’t seen that habit in years. “But I would like to kiss you.”

McCoy nodded, lost for words. His heart beat loud in his ears. He raised his hand.

Spock leaned across the table and pressed their lips together.

#spones #sponesday2023 #sponesday #leonard mccoy #spock #my writing #i finished something \o/ it's probably not as good as my other stuff but it's very self-indulgent and despite me complaining all the time #i had fun writing it #even though it's very dialogue heavy and would probably benefit from some introspection but... not today #spock likes mccoy and wants to make it official... basically #hopefully in a spock way but i took liberties #i normally don't care because i'm normally confident but if you leave a comment i'm gonna love you forever <3

[yaksha-lover]

I remember you saying that the bite of a vampire in your AU kinda gives the human a kinda emotional boost (?) Thing - idk happy chemicals - but is there any particular kind of aftercare for a bite that the guys would do? And how would they differ (e.g. Leona getting Ruggie to handle it, newer vampires getting the more experienced ones to lend a hand lest they fucketh up idk lmao)

I'm guessing cuddles are on the agenda? (At least, if their human is a cuddler idk haha.) Also would the human act kinda drunk? Or floaty in any way - idk if this makes sense lol. (I'm just sorta curious about your world building ig haha)

Yeah, I would say it’s kinda like getting drunk. They will feel good/happy and calm, but also a little disoriented. Thus, the human would need a decent amount of aftercare. 

Physically, while it may feel good intially, as soon as the good feelings stop the human will feel all the negative things that have been held off. So they definitely need to eat at least something (just like after blood donation) and the human will not be in a state to cook, so it’s pretty much on the vampire to take care of them. Also just taking care of the small wound/cleaning it up.

Emotionally, the human would probably experience a huge drop once they come out of the happy/pleasurable state. They would suddenly be a lot more aware of things, and it can be a pretty vulnerable time, especially feeling so weak, that if the vampire doesn’t properly comfort them however they need it, they would have a pretty bad time.

Overall, cuddling or at least letting the human be comfortable and lay down to sleep/rest is the best thing to do for their recovery. The cuddling or some kind of act of affection is essential to mitigate the vulnerability and anxiety a person might feel coming out of this kind of state.

I imagine Leona may have a hard time being so openly affectionate at first, but he’d pay Ruggie take care of any food/medical needs thoroughly. He might have to start with just tucking you in to bed and leaving you for a nap with just a kiss to your head, but if you express to him you need more, he would eventually be comfortable enough to stay and cuddle/nap with you.

The newer vamps who are not prepared for this definitely seek the help of one of the more experienced vamps. I imagine Ace/Deuce/Epel/Jack would all be pretty scared to even try it for the first time because they’re scared of hurting MC, but Lilia would eventually take pity on them to teach them. Also, while the human may be disoriented, they’re still able to speak and everything, so as long as they listen to MC’s needs, they will be good to go.

Some of the others who have been vamps longer but are still inexperienced would just do a ton of research on proper care, like Riddle/Azul/Jamil/Idia.

Lilia/Malleus/Sebek/Silver are all pretty knowledgeable about these things for obvious reasons.

#thanks for the ask! #i had fun writing it #au asks #twst vampire au

[teejaystumbles]

Part 4 of the 1889 drabble (why do I still call it that) incoming on Ao3, had to polish it a bit and reach a point where I can cut the scene - will post in a moment, eldritch Dream incoming!

#excited what you think #I had fun writing it #1889 drabble #own writing #the sandman fanfiction #dreamling

[nyxqueenofshadows]

new fic!

#my fanfic #ryu ga gotoku #fanfic #goda ryuji #han joongi #rgg online #wrote most of this in one go after finishing ryuji's story #and then spent like the next 2 months trying to make it readable asdfghjkl #to the very few people this will appeal to #i hope you like it #i had fun writing it #not queued

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

Summary: Finnick Odair returns to the Capitol for the 73rd Hunger Games, grappling with his inability to save anyone, his clandestine relationship with Annie back home, and a growing unease in the nation.

He doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing this.

#I have been in such an odesta mood lately #I hope you enjoy this one #I had fun writing it #odesta #finnick odair #annie cresta #the hunger games #thg #my fic #thg fanfic

[ardentfervour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: takes place in S1E4 aka the first “I forgive you”, but callbacks to S2E6 “I forgive you”, Fix-It, read from Aziraphale's point of view, Aziraphale in Denial (Good Omens), ...and experiencing anger at the fullest for the first time, he takes it out on Crowley in the most wonderful way, Frustrated Aziraphale (Good Omens), Pining, Kissing, Angry Kissing, Making Out, 80 percent kissing be warned, Touching, kind of spicy by husband standards, Feelings Realization, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens) Series: Part 1 of Crowley + Aziraphale Appreciation Week 2023 - horrorriz Summary:

Aziraphale knew how to keep his emotions buried better than anyone, certainly when it came to anger. But he wasn’t prepared for the end of the world to put a stop to that vaunt in the erupt manner that it did. Crowley certainly had not the faintest clue what had overcome his Angel, but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens fic #ineffable husbands fic #ineffable idiots #ihaw23 #kingy fic #I did the thing #this is like a rollercoaster of desperate emotions so have fun #I had fun writing it #DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT

[clementinecrane]

28 for geraskier ^-^ just gettin comfy 💕💕

This was cute and fun! Thank you for this. If you want to prompt me, I have a couple of prompt lists here!

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    The third time they share a bed together, Jaskier decides to be a bit bold. Geralt is lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and Jaskier snuggles under his arm to lay his head on Geralt’s chest and wrap an arm over him, or at least he tries to. He’d gotten as far as lifting Geralt’s arm to snuggle under it when he was abruptly stopped.

    “What are you doing?” Geralt grunts, snatching his arm back from the bard.

    “Just getting comfy,” Jaskier responds rather flippantly.

    “And what does that have to do with me?” Geralt grumbled, folding his arm back over his chest where it had been before Jaskier had taken hold of it.

    “What? Have you honestly never been cuddled before?” Jaskier asked, not expecting an answer, and in fact all he got in response was a hum.

    “Well then, now’s as good a time as any to start,” Jaskier told him, “now give this back.”

    He said this while grabbing insistently at Geralt’s arm which remained steadfastly on Geralt’s chest, tensing only with the effort it took to resist Jaskier’s pulling. Finally, after a few long moments of tug of war that he was sorely losing, Jaskier sighed and flopped down beside Geralt and snuggled as close as he could, resting his forehead against Geralt’s shoulder.

    “You know, this could be a lot more comfortable if you weren’t being such an ass,” Jaskier said pointedly.

    “I’m the one being an ass?” Geralt asked incredulously.

    “Yes, you are,” Jaskier pouted, stubbornly wrapping his arms around the one that Geralt refused to relinquish.

    “What would the end result be? If I let you have my arm back,” Geralt asked.

    “Well if you would let me, I’d show you,” Jaskier said.

    With that, Geralt’s resistance faded away, and his arm became relaxed in Jaskier’s grip. So Jaskier lifted Geralt’s arm and snuggled under it, pressing his head against Geralt’s chest, and tugging Geralt’s arm over his waist. He threw an arm of his own over Geralt such that he could curl a hand around his opposite shoulder. Finally comfortable he let out a contented sigh.

    “See? Is this really so bad?” Jaskier asked.

    It was as he was slowly drifting off to sleep that Geralt’s hand settled on Jaskier’s hip, and he thought he heard him say, “No.”

#geraskier #my fic #prompt fill #cute and fun #thank you for this! #I had fun writing it #I hope you like it

[moorwood]

im going to become a pest in your inbox now that you’ve invited me into your home by accepting my kiss request. anyways can you share world trade center facts with me please i want to hear about them so so bad

You sent this way back in April so I’m not sure if you’ll see it, but I’m finally answering on skyscraper day! 🎉

I’m limiting it to three things I want to share since I could probably go on forever lol

1. Minoru Yamasaki

Mr. Yamasaki is the architect that designed the WTC complex. He was Japanese-American and was born in Seattle. The twin towers were the most intricate and biggest structures he ever designed; before the Port Authority of NY + NJ proposed the project to him, he’d never designed a skyscraper before.

[ ID: A black and white photo of architect Minoru Yamasaki from 1959. He is a Japanese man with short hair combed back to the side. He is wearing a suit and tie. Yamasaki is looking at the camera with a smile. There is a small note in the upper right corner of the photo with, “Minoru Yamasaki, 37” written on it. End ID ]

Two of his other notable works in the US are/were Pruitt-Igoe (urban housing projects in St. Louis) and the Pacific Science Center (in Seattle).

He was given rather good acclaim in his early days but the WTC was a project that turned off a lot of dedicated fans and critics. Their criticisms usually had to do with the WTC losing a sense of humanism his other work offered or claiming that his usual aesthetic and design motifs didn’t work on something so large.

The WTC received a lot of criticism even beyond architectural circles for a good few reasons but Yamasaki really wanted his most ambitious project to be successful. He actually made a several-page long response to an article criticising the towers written by a long time fan, trying to convince her that the project wasn’t what she thought it was and giving his perspective.

He passed in 1986 so he definitely didn’t see what became of it all. But I often wonder how he felt about the gradual change in attitude towards the towers specifically in NYC as time went on. Some people held negative feelings towards the towers even after they collapsed, though.

2. Window Washers

Minoru Yamasaki was a pretty short guy, and he had a pretty big fear of heights. So when it came to designing two towers with 90+ floors each, he made the windows in a way that he thought would make everyone inside comfortable. They were tall and thin, measuring a bit higher than the average person. Each floor was about an acre in size, and that led to there being 43,600 windows between the towers on all sides.

So they came up with a mechanical window washer that could clean every window in 20 days. People would still have to go out on the sides of the towers hundreds of feet in the air for maintenance, but most of the process was automated. I’d imagine it was something considered pretty inventive in the 60s/70s. I wish I had photos of it.

3. Tower Differences

The towers were not the same height! WTC 1 (North tower) was 1368 ft tall, while WTC 2 (South tower) was 1362 ft. However, it wasn’t very noticeable since it’s only a few feet in difference and they both had 110 floors anyway. The reason for the difference was WTC 1 contained an office floor for the Port Authority that had higher ceilings.

WTC 1 also had a ~360 ft tall antenna on the roof. It was primarily for broadcasting; upon being built, the WTC inherited the Empire State Building’s power over all the TV channels in the city. To put the height into perspective, you could fit the Flatiron Building (285 ft) on top of the roof and then some.

[ ID: A picture of the roof of the North tower of the World Trade Center. There is a large mast in the middle, sticking straight up into the sky. The antenna/mast is sectioned into various smaller parts of black and white. There are also much smaller antennas scattered around the roof, looking like twigs compared to the central mast. The landscape is covered in a thick, pinkish fog, but the Statue of Liberty can be seen silhouetted in the background. End ID ]

[ ID: A bird’s eye view photo of the Flatiron Building in Manhattan, New York City. It is a wedge-shaped building with a roof and foundation shaped like a scalene triangle. It is surrounded by two streets, both of which you can see cars and people moving about. They look small in comparison to the old skyscraper. End ID ]

Lastly, WTC 1 had a critically acclaimed restaurant on the top floors known as Windows on the World. It ran from 1976 up until the very end. Look up pictures of the interior, there’s so many nice ones that I can’t choose. Very pretty.

WTC 2 had an observation floor and deck! The floor contained small restaurants (one I can name off the top of my head is Sbarro), stores, and a mini theatre with a motion platform ride inside (the short film it went along with can be found fully remastered here!)

There was gonna be more to this post but I ran out of juice so hopefully this piques interest as it is. I am always open to questions about the WTC, it’s been a main special interest and important part of my life since 2019 and I always love sharing what I know. It bothers me that so many people see the towers and only see their destruction, not the life that came before it.

Now, a book recommendation. I highly recommend Sandfuture by Justin Beal. It’s part biography about Yamasaki, part autobiography about the author. But there’s a lot of information about the towers and how they came to be, including an interesting parallel/critique of modern skyscrapers in NYC. I’d love to know if anyone reads it :-)

Anyway, happy skyscraper day. Thank you for the opportunity to ramble a little ✌️

[ ID: A photograph of two businessmen in black suits conversing on one of the towers’ lobby floors. They are inside by a railing; large, shiny steel beams that split off into fork-like tridents high above them line the windows on the outside. They are very small in comparison to the tridents. End ID ]

#my rambles #ask box #wtc #world trade center #im nervous that the information i have here isnt as interesting to everyone else as it is to me but whatever. #i had fun writing it #i couldnt attach a link to pruitt igoe no matter how hard i tried sorry about that

[thewigsnatcher764]

The Snatcher's Rants (Chapter 94)

Gotta love the duality of Gris’s driving, man can go from 0 to 100 like that.

Also in this chapter, it shows that there are different species of animals besides cockroaches n shit. This opens a lot of doors because they’re are many different species that can survive these conditions. I wonder what their utility would be, like would they carry things, fight?

I also noticed that in this chapter the trash beats were animals. This was interesting since the first time we see trash beasts they're... well monsters. They're big and scary, the average monster. These beats were in the really contaminated zone, while these ones were in the less contaminated zone.

It's pointed out in like chapter 4 or 5 that thrash beats are also made a Amina: negative energy. Does this imply that a certain mix of trash and Amina can create different beasts? cuz that would be really fucking cool.

Also, they didnt give Fuu a mask....

#tell me if i should keep doing these #i had fun writing it #the snatcher"s rants #gachiakuta

[inkblackorchid]

I hope this isn't detracting from TBoU (bless Aki for being there for poor Yusei and helping him chill) but ch. 2's snippet with the boys is such a choice interaction. The way you portray Jack I couldn't put to words before but his dialogue here made me realise what it was that I find so entertaining: he's actually pretty intelligent and says intelligent things but has NO tact and is so dense it makes him look like a total dumbass, thank you for that, the man's on a completely different planet

Why would it detract from the story? I'm glad you liked that particular interaction that much!

And yeah, this is actually spot on in terms of how I interpret Jack: He isn't actually stupid, he can be fairly smart, there are just three particular caveats to his intelligence when I write him: One, what you mentioned. The guy is about as socially inept as it gets in his own, particular way, and thus manages to come off as stupid even when he isn't. Two: I think Jack is primarily interested in a few, particular topics (one of which is duelling) and doesn't care to inform himself much outside of those, leading to him sometimes coming off as stupid even though he could easily comprehend what's being dicussed, he's just not interested in it. This, in turn, is related to three: I think Jack despises doing things he can't get good at quickly. This is, for example, the reason why I recently described him as being "suspiciously good at figuring out issues with his runner". Because the thing is, I think Jack understands how his runner works and what's wrong with it decently (because turbo duelling is adjacent to duelling and thus something he's interested in and cares to inform himself about), he's just dogshit at fixing the damned thing himself because that would require the patience and dedication to learn and practice how to fix it. And if there's one thing Jack Atlas does not have, it's patience. (This is also why I think he's a godwaful cook, for example. Because I'm convinced living in NDC as King gave Jack the necessary palate to know how good, qualitative food is supposed to taste—but learning to cook that himself would, again, require patience, of which he has absolutely zero.)

On a completely different planet, indeed.

#yugioh 5ds #jack atlas #ask the orchid #work: to be of use #headcanons #I guess? Idk how other people see Jack in that regard #anyway thanks for the ask! glad you enjoyed that bit in particular #I had fun writing it

[sh-0-w-1-sh]

A small scene from the newest chapter of my 2nd story!!

#they were all just panicking #I had fun writing it #also I tweaked Sonic’s and knuckles design #wanted to spice it up #miles tails prower #sonic fandom #sonic the hedgehog #tails and sonic #tails fanart #sonic au #knuckles the echidna

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This is for Lex’s Spicy Six Winter Fic Challenge. Writing prompt was "I may have used too much glitter" and somehow my brain ran away from the cute holiday party idea straight to the 'afterparty' as it were. OOPS

Enjoy more smut than I've ever written! LOL

@thefreakandthehair thank you so much for hosting this challenge, it was super fun to write for!

#pls read the tags #it's very smutty #I had fun writing it #i hope you like it #I take any excuse to write about these idiots #lexswinterficchallenge #strangerthingsfestivefun