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indieninja92 · 3 years

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i was tagged by the frankly effervescent @fremulon in this fic ask game and gods know i love an ask game xD

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 274,221

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Just three - Good Omens, Lord Peter Wimsey, and that one sad lingering very likely abandoned Dragon Age Inquisition pwp wip lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Grindr Logo Doesn’t Even Have A G In It

In The Pocket Of The Universe

You Can Cut My Hair But You’ll Never Cut My Comedically Long Fanfic Titles

Hozier Missed A Trick When He Called It ‘Real People’ Instead Of ‘Joe Bloggs Snogs’

Sure Hope This Doesn’t Awaken Anything In Me

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? pretty consistently yes, the ones i dont reply to are usually if someone has left “omg love this!” on every chapter, in which case i usually just reply to the last one, or occasionally if someone has said something uhhh how do i put this, incredibly fucking stupid lol

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? um???? i suppose in the pocket of the universe originally had an angsty ending when it was just the first chapter, but then i went back and gave it a fluffy ending instead xD i suppose Valentine's Day Is Kind Of A Scam But I Do Love Getting Presents ends with the implication that crowley spent money on a harry potter book, which is pretty revolting

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? no, but not in a strict ‘i dont write this’ way, just ive never had an idea good enough or that i was excited enough to bother with

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? no, ive never got any hate on the internet and honestly i feel like im doing something wrong. feel v left out tbh. my kingdom for some anon hate :(

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? you betcha. ‘what kind’ um idk the kind where handsome boys touch each other’s peens lol idk i suppose cosy bondage comes up a lot?? is that a thing??

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no lol imagine

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? no, alas! i dont think my puns work so well in other languages haha

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no but god imagine if me and @mortifyingideal joined forces IMAGINE mort answer my texts im begging you

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? ten/rose <3 shipped it before i knew what shipping was haha

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? ill finish the ones i want to finish, i dont think ill finish the DAI one but im alright with that, otherwise the only wip i have atm is God May Not Play Games But These Two Goobers Do and im damn well going to finish that! eventually!

15. What are your writing strengths? im wile funny and i can write cosy bicker flirting like u wldnt believe

16. What are your writing weaknesses? i have none <3

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? polari counts, right? otherwise yeah why not

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? dragon age inquisition

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? im on a wimsey kick atm and am very proud of This Space Reserved For A Title As Long And Idiotic As Lord Peter Wimsey’s Nose, not least bc ive got some lovely comments on it from ppl who havent even read lpw and still enjoyed it! also every time someone says the style reminds them of dorothy l sayers, a part of me ascends to heaven

i am tagging @summerofspock, @amuseoffyre, @themoonmothwrites, @ashfae and @brightwanderer but no pressure and if anyone else sees this and wants a go, consider yourself tagged!

#reading this back and seeing all those titles together like #wow i really am Like That #not going to stop tho

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ciaran-archive · 3 years

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"neil being stupidly in love with the protagonist and doing a highspeed retake of that process with the younger version of him"

aaaaaaa i love how you describe this so much omggg this is EXACTLY it??? also how neil is Not Okay(TM) throughout the entire movie and hides it so very well (except for his completely trashed and heartbroken looks during mumbai).

i believe the protag is actually aware at some level, of neil going around in this perpetual sadness, but is just much too much of a professional to ever bring up something that's obviously very private and personal. he had most probably thought that after the world is saved and the dust has settled, they would have finally have time together, and he can ask neil about it. neil has promised his life story, after all.

but alas. neil goes off to die instead, to save him. so now what 😭

anyway praying to the fic gods for the rest of your tenet fics to see the light of day! <3

neil probably spent the days and weeks after protag died in his timeline daydrinking and crying and then ives bangs on his door and tells him he has to go to the past and rescue protag and neil is MY TIME HAS COME and just throws on a suit and travels back and forgets how fucking wasted he looks. we love a grieving pining idiot.

i love the idea that the protag is aware of neil’s sadness but doesn’t feel able to do anything about it and he can’t even bring it up....and honestly neil kind of doesn’t give him a chance? he’s so On all the time because he’s a chaotic little performer and it’s been a while since he’s had protag’s eyes on him and he wants the thrill of that attention again without distracting protag with his own shit (and in the middle of saving the world, no less). so that leaves the protag thinking they have time and neil going “i have five minutes to save the world and make him not hate me go go GO” and it’s just [holds them gently] [locks them in a room together].

i’m toying with the idea of neil leaving letters behind. i bet the protag didn’t tell neil about the sator thing until the end (if at all) but he must’ve told neil about his other cases, and i’m really into the idea of neil leaving letters for the protag to find at the end of every case. i imagine the protag’s really lonely in the long shadow years between neil and neil again, busy establishing tenet and their networks and it’s satisfying but it’s exhausting and idk i just like the idea of neil writing stuff like “that kid you tossed out of the way of a bomb last week will go on to work for doctors without borders and save three of our agents’ lives thirty years later,” and just...a lot of stuff that reminds the protag that he’s not saving the world for nothing.

when he meets neil again, neil doesn’t know about the letters, but i bet he finds the box of them that the protag keeps and reads a couple before the protag takes it out of his hands and that’s how he starts writing them and making agents leave them in the past...finding ways to take care of his husband in the years he wasn’t around to do it himself.

my unposted/incomplete tenet fics are as such

aforementioned letters idea but very different; neil leaves himself letters.

a character study thing about neil pining for protag while protag’s busy burning himself out to save the world

He’s so much more delicate than anyone understands, and so much more lonely. When you were fresh out of MI6 and dead not six months you thought that was projection, but it’s not. He’s as steady as time and as ineffable as the ocean, but he’s only a person at the end of the day. He needs someone to bring him dinner and pour him a glass of water.

You aren’t sure what you are to him, but you know you’ll be anything he wants you to be. When you were young you thought of yourself as an action-hero, like all young boys—but this is his movie, and you’re just the guy that dies to save him.

You’re okay with that.

?? fic about neil being a jaded washed-up genius physicist that no one takes seriously due to the esoteric nature of his work when the protag meets him, and the protag being fascinated by a version of neil that isn’t the enthusiastic, eager, devoted one he remembers.

thank you for your interest in them! <3 i hope i manage to get them to a place i’m happy with at some point

#the second one is so sad which is kind of why...i want to complete it #but it's nowhere near done #the first one is the most complete but i'm the least happy with it #fksdjkas #tenet #bloodredandvividblue #asks #writelogging

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xiaomomowrites · 3 years

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Genshin Impact | TartaLi/ZhongChi

Summary: It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole tangent about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

Or, Zhongli and Childe finally have the conversation that was long overdue.

A/N: I’ve been playing genshin for roughly four or five months now, I can’t remember exactly when I started, but boy do I love it. No you don’t understand, I’m obsessed. But these two have been taking up room in my big brain, so I wanted to write for them. It’s been awhile since I wrote for pleasure so hopefully this is satisfactory :,) and tomorrow, I’m back to school, so I thought I’d enjoy my last day of freedom and post this today. Fun fact, I’m minoring in professional writing, so I’m hoping that it’ll improve my writing skills when I write for luxury, too. Anyway, this was a really fun piece for me to write and I hope you share the sentiment.

Also thank you guys for being so patient with our inactivity and just being such a chill audience to write for. Other social media platforms have become so...demanding haha. I appreciate y’all! Feel free to message us or talk to us about whatever :) -u.n.

Find this on AO3!

Spoiler alert: this fic does contain spoilers for the A New Star Approaches arc, so read at your own risk.

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In Childe’s line of work, he is no stranger to betrayal.

Working as a Fatui Harbinger meant an unhealthy amount of fighting, betraying one person, deceiving another, and then on occasion, getting betrayed himself. It was all in a days’ work. Childe knew he would just have to roll out his neck and move on. He’s done it before, he can do it again. He would think that, after nineteen years of this grueling rinse and repeat, that he’d be able to tolerate a lot in the field. In fact, working with that wretched colleague of his, Scaramouche, and serving the Tsaritsa with a loyalty unmatched explicitly calls for the patience and tolerance of a saint.

Alas, Childe is the furthest thing from a saint. And still, Zhongli’s betrayal stung the most out of anyone else’s, the reason still unbeknownst to him. He tells himself that it’s because he had actually befriended the other man. That, unlike his other missions, he developed more of a friendship with Zhongli than he has with anyone else in the past. Not to mention how he really thought he’d find the gnosis, in all its golden glory, seated deep within the Exuvia, and not within his friend.

Which is why after he watches Zhongli hand over his precious gnosis to Signora of all people, Childe makes haste to return to the inn he had been staying at to furiously pack his things and leave first thing in the morning. Seeing Signora in Liyue so close to Zhongli had triggered a deep seated feeling of possessiveness over him and the city. Liyue was his territory, as far as he was concerned. It was assigned to him by the Tsaritsa and no one else. And yet, despite his unspoken possession over Liyue, its people turned against him and viewed him as the enemy. As if Childe didn’t already know that. As if he hadn’t already grown up with a layered villain complex, subconsciously looking for a fool with a hero complex to match him. Then entered Zhongli, making himself at home in Childe’s life, and he was immediately enamouring the Harbinger.

Screw Liyue.

Screw all their traditions, the stupid glaze lilies, the delicious cuisine, the obvious livelihood that fills the streets in stark contrast to his own icy hometown, screw all those goddamn unnecessary mountains, that fish market with that abhorrent smell he gradually got used to, and screw Rex Lapis. Screw Zhongli, that handsome bastard, for stringing him along like his plaything the entire time.

Childe knows, he gets it, that Zhongli simply did what he had to do because it was best for his people. And what other way for the oldest of the seven to go, if not for a grand finale? And yes, Childe admits, luring out Osial was a stupid move, but it certainly served its purpose for testing the strength of Liyue and its defenders.

Zhongli and Signora knew he would do something stupid and reckless as soon as he caught wind of the Exuvia serving as a decoy. They knew, and they played the game so well, that Childe really thought he was the mastermind puppeteering the whole show.

What a fool he was made out to be.

Childe aggressively shoves blazer after blazer into his travel duffel, angry, pathetic tears pooling at the corners of his eyes without his consent. He sniffs angrily and swipes at his cheek as soon as the first tear falls.

Fuck this, he’s not crying over a god, he still has some dignity.

But still. Pride aside, it hurt. And it wasn’t even necessarily the deceit that hurt the most. He’s dealt with that previously. It was… more personal. More of an internal struggle than an external issue. Childe truly hates those the most. At least he can shove his fist through any external problem, but he can’t exactly do the same with his feelings, or whatever they’re called.

It was the way Zhongli’s warm amber eyes suddenly were not as warm anymore. The way he looked at him with a piercing look, void of remorse, as he handed his gnosis over willingly to go on a whole spiel about how his “duties were done”. It was the way he turned and treated the precious traveler with the same amount of kindness and gentleness the Childe had received the previous night, with such ease; it was a look he thought was reserved only for him. It was the way he was able to turn back around, stare at Childe with an unreadable gaze, and walk away without so much of a goodbye.

The same eyes that gazed at him with such affection and kindness were suddenly replaced with the eyes of a soldier. And it was only then that Childe fully realized the force he was reckoning with. Zhongli was a withered god who lived too long for his own good. A powerful deity that held the ability to shake the ground with a look; he who had been humbled by time and his sharp edges eroded by the millions of faces that passed him. Simply put, Childe was just another one of those faces. And again, he understood. If he lived for six thousand years, he wouldn’t want to be alive after the first hundred.

It was the duality that dug the blade deeper into his already bleeding chest. He felt used.

“I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, Childe,” Zhongli had said to him on a warm Liyuen night, “a friend of mine, a long time ago, told me that I was… bad at connecting with people. Emotionally stunted, is what she called me. And she is correct, as I have definitely struggled with making connections in the past. But with you… it’s different. It’s easy.

Childe is thankful for the discretion that night provides him; Zhongli would have easily spotted the blush spreading across his pale cheeks had it been daytime.

“So you had trouble making a couple friends, so what?” The ginger shrugs, “I wasn’t the best at making friends, either. My mom always said I was too aggressive. Apparently that’s not such an appealing trait, after all.”

Zhongli chuckles, a beautiful sound. “It was a bit deeper than that, I’m afraid. Understanding the complexity of another’s emotions was always difficult for me, whereas she… she was loved by everyone. Adored by the youngest of fawns to the oldest of horses. It came so naturally to her. I was the opposite. Not that everyone hated me, no, people just had a harder time getting close to me. Which is why, upon meeting you, I was shocked to find that we clicked so well. Befriending you was as easy as breathing air.”

Oh, Archons, help him.

“And,” Zhongli continues, as if he hadn’t already wrecked the man six ways to hell and back, “I must sincerely thank you for indulging me once again.” The deity glances down at the bag full of antique trinkets in his lap. Childe’s lips turn upward into one of his more genuine, rare smiles.

“What’s with you tonight?” Childe responds, and Zhongli looks at him questioningly , “I mean, you never had a problem with me spoiling you rotten before. You’ve never even acknowledged it. Why start now?”

Zhongli tears his gaze away from the Harbinger.

“And,” the ginger continues, “it almost sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

Zhongli smiles at him then. He wore a kind look on his face, eyes so impossibly warm that it reminded him of his grandmother’s pirozhki. Hot and steaming from the center, melting on his tongue, dissolving deliciously in his mouth and defrosting his entire body. His smile felt like it wrapped itself around his chest and squeezed the best way possible, fitting him back together in places Childe didn’t even realize he had broken.

“What makes you say that?”

Oh, Childe is pissed.

Fuck tomorrow morning, Childe is leaving tonight.

The memories of last night crash over him not unlike a tidal wave and suddenly, he’s drowning. Filled out the brim with a familiar rage burning through his chest and searing his finger tips, his legs, his fucking toes.

He stands abruptly when he realizes he’s been sitting and resumes his packing. It doesn’t take very long after that. A couple toiletries get shoved into the side pockets, his vision is hooked back onto his hip, and his mask is slid into its’ usual spot on his head. He looks at himself in the mirror on the way out and scowls at the way his hair looks more disheveled than usual. Red rims his dulled blue eyes, forcing him to accept that maybe he cried more than he’d like to admit. Whatever.

He swings the door open and-

“Childe,” lo and behold, Zhongli stands in his fucking doorway, “I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.” The man looks slightly disheveled. He’s a little out of breath, Childe notices, like he ran up those ridiculous flights of stairs to get to his room- which, by the way, he never disclosed that information with him.

The man in question huffs a laugh. “It’s not.”

He makes a move to brush past him, but is stopped by an unreasonably strong grip around his bicep.

“Tartaglia,” he pleads, “please.”

Childe snatches his arm back and spits, “don’t call me that.”

He retreats back into his room anyway, hearing Zhongli close the door behind him. He dumps the bag back onto his bed and curses himself for not leaving a millisecond earlier.

“You’re angry with me.” Zhongli starts, face as unreadable as ever.

“The sky is blue. Snezhnaya is cold. Are we still stating the obvious here?” He’s too angry to carefully choose his words. Too hurt to slip on his pleasant facade.

“Tartaglia,” he presses, and Childe really hates how his name sounds on his tongue, “I truly am sorry for the way things had to go. It was not in my intentions to… hurt you to the degree in which you feel. I simply was upholding the end of my contract and doing what was best for my people. I implore you to believe that making you feel used was not my main objective.“

Oh god, his apology sounds so robotic.

“So you’re aware that what you did was a little fucked up.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that almost the entirety of Liyue places the blame on me.”

“Yes.”

Well, shit. “Good talk, Zhongli-xiansheng. If you’ll excuse me, I must begin my trip home.”

He stomps toward the door only to be stopped once again. Archons, if Childe had any motivation left, he most certainly would challenge him to a spar. The ginger huffs, and looks to the heavens in a silent plea for patience.

“Tartaglia, please, I’m not finished-“

“Yeah, well I am.” Their eyes lock. Blue meets gold in a hostile hold, refusing to break. “The second you handed your gnosis over, my business here was done. Whatever… relationship we had is done. You were my consultant and was a Harbinger here for business. A Harbinger that you obviously used for your disposal. So now that that’s over and done with, I really need to report to Tsaritsa, lest she have my head on a silver platter-“

“I spoke with Tsaritsa already.” Zhongli cuts in, his grip tightening around Childe’s wrist. “I asked her for more time with you.”

“You what.”

“Surely you are curious about the deal I struck with Tsaritsa. The contract to end all contracts, yes?” Childe’s wild look on his face eggs him to continue, “I struck a deal that granted you more time here in Liyue. With me.”

Childe is silent for a moment. The ex-Archon opens his mouth to continue.

“And I’d like to say I’ve known you long enough to know that you seek freedom. From what that may be, I do not know. But Tsaritsa has agreed to give you a choice, at the very least, a temporary one. An extended vacation or complete retirement is a choice to be made by you.” Zhongli finishes, looking to Tartaglia with hope.

“THAT is worth your fucking gnosis?!” Zhongli’s gnosis. The entire essence of his being. The very thing that makes him divine (thought it certainly isn’t the only thing that makes the man ethereal), was traded for him.

“Yes,” Zhongli replies with such ease it makes Childe’s head spin. “Among other things, of course.” An aggressive why is lodged in the back of Childe’s throat. Why me? A million questions swirl around his head, knocking him off balance. He would have swayed on his feet had Zhongli not been there to hold him upright.

“That’s insane. You’re insane. You…” Childe lets out a tired sigh, “I don’t understand you.” And he doesn’t. Because one minute he’s a cold hearted businessman, and the next he’s at his door, reduced to a mortal, begging him to stay. Granting him freedom. Really, what kind of fucked up game is this? Why didn’t anyone tell him he was a part of it?

Zhongli smiles. He smiles. “You remember our conversation from the night before, yes?”

Childe rolls his ever-blue eyes to the back of his head. “Remind me, Zhongli-sensei,”

“I said,” the deity starts, drawing both of Childe’s calloused hands between his own, “that I struggled to connect with others. Guizhong, the Goddess of Dust, was the one to bring to my attention my emotional constipation. And like I said, she was correct.”

Childe’s anger withers.

“Unfortunately I understand naught of the depth of your feelings of betrayal,” he continues, “but I do wish to understand how deeply humans feel. And in our time together, I’ve begun to understand through you. Despite your… complexities. And I wish to continue to learn. With you.” I wish to feel human is left unsaid, and laced between his words instead.

“What are you saying,” the Harbinger asks weakly.

“Take me with you.”

“What.”

“Take me with you. Wherever you go, I will follow, if you will allow it.”

Well duh, he’d allow it. Zhongli just had to work for it a little more. He can’t just waltz in here after breaking his heart and ruining his trust, demanding his friendship and companionship or whatever, after everything he was put through-

“Okay.”

Very nice ass to mouth filter, Ajax.

Zhongli’s eyes glow impossibly brighter, “Okay?”

Childe tugs his hands back to his side. “Yes, yes, fine. Whatever. But you can’t just. You can’t just use me again in the name of experimentation.”

“Tartaglia, I would never,” he assures him vehemently, “Of the seven, I was always the one most oblivious to emotions. You may ask Barbatos if you want. But I know that what I feel for you is real and I would not trade it for the world.”

Childe’s mind reels. Barbatos? Feelings?

“‘What you feel for me?’”

Zhongli cocks his head in confusion, as if his feelings were the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, yes. And you feel the same, no? It need not be said aloud.”

“It really doesn’t,” Childe affirms, “you can save me the embarrassment.”

“Wonderful,” Zhongli’s face brightens, and it’s only then that Childe is hit with the full realization that Zhongli is free. No longer is he tied to the city and burdened with the weight of the people. No longer does he have to associate himself with the likes of the Tsaritsa. Finally, after centuries and centuries, he is allowed the pleasure to smile so brightly despite feeling pained for finally leaving his people. He is Zhongli, and no longer Rex Lapis. Morax is long gone, too. The man before him is a man reborn, and Childe’s heart aches with happiness for him.

“Okay, well,” he clears his throat when he notices he’s been quiet for too long, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired. I think I’m just gonna take a shower and turn into bed and think about the rest tomorrow. Save it for future Childe, you know?”

He pads over to his hastily packed back and zips it back open, pulling out the toiletries he aggressively shoved in less than an hour ago. He digs his fingers into his neck and sighs at the release of tension. Summoning an angry ocean god took a lot more out of him than he anticipated.

“I agree,” Zhongli says, and begins to strip. “Personally I prefer the left side of the bed.”

Childe gawks at him.

“You-!” Truly an emotionally constipated god, indeed. He sighs and his shoulders droop, the fight leaving his body. “Fine. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a bit.”

“I eagerly await your return,” Zhongli comments passively as he slips under the covers, a book he didn’t even know he was carrying tucked under his arm. Childe sighs for the nth time that night and turns to close the bathroom door behind him.

Future Childe certainly has a lot to deal with in the morning.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fan fiction #Tartaglia #Childe #zhongli #tartali #zhongchi #i love them so much it hurts #childe x zhongli #angst #character introspection #when this chapter ended i was incredibly emotional #i just want them to be happy

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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hello and hi! it’s me the sleepy/tired annon again (gonna be honest i didn’t expect to find the urge/want to send another ask as to not be a bother, but alas here i am)

i have to say that cough syrup has an unfortunate iron grip on my brain! or maybe a fortunate one, i could always use things to think about! however i have two weeks of finals and eocs and all assorted tests awaiting me so maybe i shouldn’t have filled my brain right before then but oh well!!!! i’m here now and i’m having a blast

i swear reading it has felt like a reeeeally good dream or something which is probably because i spent a whole night and day dedicated to it.

and my brain will now forever associate cough syrup with the fic so yay! ye

i just keep thinking and stuff and how one of these chapters the bubble will pop… like cs!ranboo is gonna have to talk about things and a whole lotta truth is gonna have to be thrown around. but i know that it’s gonna have to probably get worse before that point is reached.

but i’m also thinking about how i can’t wait for more cs!beeduo moments of any variety because i’m jus brain dead and they are my new blorbos and every time they interact i cry (internally)

and i’m just so hyped and i know there isn’t much here about like coherent thoughts on characters or plot lines but i’m bad with words like that so you get incoherent screaming instead.

look i used to be the bomb dot com in english class but now my brain is so full of fog i just giggle and go “ha the characters are charactering”

however i am going to try and draw some scene from the fic soon me thinks, i just need to decide which one and also make a crap ton of doodles to make coherent character designs.

i’m also hyped for the next chapter, whatever it may be! i’m also thinking i’m going to read your 30 days smp fic soon i just should probably process cough syrup and finish testing first

yea!

i’m also thinking of rereading and taking notes on some things that i like and stuff (which i usually do with fics i really like) ya know, trying to keep the english skills alive here and actually process the story beyond rushed reading and stuff.

your writing is just super good it’s like the kind where i’m reading and my brain completely forgets everything around me and i look up like what in the world this is a story??? in my phone??? huh???? yea it’s amazing

anyway have a good day! maybe i’ll be back to scream after the next update or somethin! and good luck on whatever tests you have coming up! (i hope that doesn’t sound weird i just remember seeing a post from ya mentioning that you have a test or something) ye!

SLEEPY TIRED ANON MY FRIEND! never worry about being a bother i literally love asks so much holy shit i am always here if u wanna chat :D

HELP SHAKING UR HAND cough syrup cannot be what my brain is fixating on when i have like six exams coming up yet here we are. i'm genuinely so so glad u like it though :D hopefully its uhhh more convenient to enjoy in the summer LMFAO (which will be when the big plot stuff moreso happens >:3c)

YEAHHHHHHH eventually cs!ranboo is going to reach his breaking point and MAN i hope i can execute that the way i want to because i have so many plans and i like. i want to make sure i nail the reveal very well. hope that i do a good job with everything :]

never worry, u will be seeing some cs!beeduo... soon! very soon in fact :D

"look i used to be the bomb dot com in english class but now my brain is so full of fog i just giggle and go “ha the characters are charactering”" this might be the funniest fucking sentence ive ever read i was not expecting this it got a loud laugh out of me JKFSHDHDSF

oh yeah no rush with the 30 day fic, lungs has a lot less frequent of an update schedule and i've gathered that it's a lot more bearable to stay caught up with since it's fairly shorter as well, at least right now. so yeah absolutely if u want to check that out (which btw !!!!! thank U :D) then you can hold off. im... actually postpoining POSTING a chapter cos of exams LMFAO so like. so so fairs of u

OH MY GOD IF U DRAW ART ILL CRY /POS if u need like my character references doc i can! rb it yeah :D but yes yes yes i would love that but also 0 pressrue! and no worires about coherency these asks mean the world to me already so like no worries about needing to be More coherent or anything, just whatever u want :D

doesn't sound weird at all, i actually really appreciate the well wishes!!! thank you SO much for your kindness :D excited to see u maybe on tuesday >:3c

#nightmare.ask #nightmare.cough-syrup #nightmare.fave #sleepy anon ☁️#long post

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