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10- Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up
okay this is for "blinked" bc it's all i could find and it comes from my (very angsty) millers crossing au:
"Jeannie?" He sat up, shuffling his chair slightly closer. She blinked a couple of times, looking around the room before her eyes settled on him.
11- Link your three favorite fics right now
okay i just did another post with my 5 favourite fics i've written so i'm gonna do 3 different ones:
John felt himself smiling. The tension in his chest lessened slightly as he thought to himself. Ronon was right. Nothing could stop John from finding Rodney.
this one is a very short one shot, just a little look into how john was feeling after rodney was taken in millers crossing
“It’s not the jumper problem that’s bugging you, Sheppard. You and McKay are both being idiots, you just need to bone.” Lorne cringed heavily, eyes going wide at the blunt words Ronon suddenly spoke.
“What did you just say?” Sheppard asked, whipping around and narrowing his eyes at Ronon.
this is just that scene from brooklyn 99 but mcshep it's silly it's cracky it's funny i love it
It was a silly story from his childhood, a story he heard as a young boy on a family vacation. It was about werewolves and how they could turn back if someone who loved them, someone who trusted them, someone without any fear, called them by name.
The more Carson thought about the story, the more he wondered if that was what was happening. He had heard the story in Greece, was it possible it was an evolved version of a story an Ancient told? Had they seen something similar happen?
im so proud of this fic, i spent so long working on it and i'm really really happy with how it turned out. i think a lot about the context in which rodney uses different names for john (his rank vs sheppard vs john) and how intimate it always is when he calls him john and i like how that intimacy comes across in this fic
26- Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
out of my published fics, probably Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (it was SO stupid writing it i loved it) out of my wips probably either my millers crossing au or Who Hurt McKay (both VERY angsty fics about rodney bc i love putting that man in Situations)
27- What is your most and least favorite part of writing?
i answered my favourite part already in another ask but my least favourite part is trying to get past writers block. i hate it when i know where i want a scene to end up but i can't figure out how to get from point a to point b. it's frustrating and makes me wanna stop writing (and is a big reason why i have so many unfinished wips rn 😅)
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3,6,9 for the OC ask?
~atmosghoul
Gorgeous amazing thank you Atmos!! I give you my sorcerer Katya, my new cleric Meryneith and my ghoulsona/future bardlock Nocturne.
3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?
Katya: Hubris. Well, simultaneous hubris and refusal to do anything with what she's been given. She is a wildly powerful sorcerer with a connection to the divine and she refuses every opportunity to make something of herself. She thinks she even can turn it down. She thinks demanding angels listen to her will go well.
Meryneith: Insecurity. She's an oracle, and she's not exactly good at it-- she has to work so much harder than the rest of the priests she was raised with to achieve just as much, and yet her goddess has chosen to favor her, and the bulk of the responsibility for divining has been placed on her. She struggles with handling this kind of pressure and finally couldn't take it anymore. Better to vanish than disappoint.
Nocturne: Lack of direction. She and her brother got lost in the turnover between Papas and now they're just... not really part of the Clergy anymore. But they can't go home. So she's unmoored and can't decide where to go from here.
Meryneith and Nocturne are both self-aware enough to realize these about themselves. Katya is not.
6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?
Katya: It would take some convincing, and there'd have to be something substantial in it at the end for her. She's grown a lot as a person since her initial iteration and even her debut where I play her now, but she's still got a selfish streak that can be appealed to. Her nemesis is about to recruit her to kill his angelic guide. We'll see how that goes.
Meryneith: Difficult if not impossible. She's a good kid. Good conscience.
Nocturne: Lol what moral compass? "Don't be a dick" shall be the whole of the law.
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
Katya: Like whole playlists holy shit. The one I'm planning to get tattooed comes from "Ptolemaea" by Ethel Cain:
You poor thing
Sweet, mourning lamb
There's nothing you can do
It's already been done
Meryneith: I haven't had much chance to look up songs for her yet!! I'm reasonably sure that "This Is A Life" by Son Lux from Everything Everywhere All At Once fits her (specifically the version with Mitski and David Byrne)!
This is a life
Free from destiny
Not only what we sow
Not only what we show
Nocturne: God I gotta be obvious. The end of "Darkness At The Heart Of My Love" by Ghost:
When the summer dies
Severing the ties
I'm with you always, always
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onsen incident — gojo satoru
synopsis. gojo satoru gets everything he wants and right now he really wants to go to an onsen with you.
contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he's just a cute loser, highschool!gojo (first year), he needs to be locked up asap
notes. this is part ii to indulge me? and a piece in the series, but can be read alone.
you’re not sure how you ended up here. one moment you were exorcizing a grade one curse that rampaged a small town with gojo and now you find yourself back at the ryokan you had stayed at the prior night. except this time around you have an overly excited gojo, still at a high from the successful mission.
“suguru mentioned how nice the onsens here were,” he brings up innocently, his lips curving into a sly grin. you spare him a side glance.
“we should be heading back to the airport to return to tokyo,” you asserted, eyes trained on the entrance of the onsen— a wooden paneled door leading to the private hot spring that came with the room you and gojo had unknowingly reserved.
gojo stretched leisurely, his body arched like a cat as he yawns, “i don’t know about you but i’m beat! that curse wore out all my energy and a quick dip in an onsen is just what this body needs.” he opens one eye, gauging your reaction.
you don’t buy his act. “you exorcised the curse instantaneously, gojo.”
but gojo doesn’t back down easily, “yeah, well that took up a lot of cursed energy and now i’m drained,” he reasons. the white haired male solidifies his argument by collapsing on you just to show how fatigued he was. his dramatic show nearly sends you tumbling.
annoyance simmered in you, arms folding over your chest. the flight back to tokyo was in a couple of hours, and you had hoped to be able to go sightseeing.
but gojo’s sky-blue eyes plead silently as they look up at you, unblinking. his pink lips start to quiver. it was hard to deny him when he was basically begging. as comical as his dramatics were, you could almost argue how hard it was to resist his unwavering gaze. plus, he was the one that completed the mission singlehandedly.
“fine.” you yielded. “thirty minutes and then we leave.”
he perks up happily.
“great! let’s go!” without wasting a moment, he seizes your hand and practically skips to the entrance.
you recoiled, nearly shrieking, “you pervert! i’m not going in there with you! i’m going to go sightseeing.”
gojo looks at you like you’ve sprouted two heads.
“... then what’s the point of the onsen?” he looked at you incredulously. it deeply troubled you that someone so conniving could look so innocent.
your response is caught in your throat, leaving you flustered and unable to make eye contact. arms remained crossed, you mutter, “you’re insane if you think i’m stepping foot in an onsen with you.”
gojo’s tongue prodded at his cheek, lost in thought, “they do say you have to be insane to be a jujutsu sorcerer." he looks at you all enthused, "don’t be shy now, we’ve already slept together after all.” there’s a teasing lilt in his voice.
“we slept in the same bed– not together! don’t you go spreading that around now,” you jump to cup a hand over his mouth. you feel him grin underneath the palm of your hand.
“same thwing,” gojo’s voice is muffled, but he doesn’t bother taking your soft hand off his face.
“it is not,” you furrow your eyebrows.
“it can be.” he wiggles his eyebrows, a boyish smile growing.
you remove your hand from his face, “have you no shame?”
“not a shred,” he declares cheerfully. “come on, we’re wasting precious time standing here. i can feel the steaming water calling our names.”
“i’ve told you already, gojo. i’m not going to a hot spring naked with you.”
he waves his hand dismissively, “you don’t have to be naked, it’s not unheard of for people to go in with a towel.”
you sigh exasperatedly at his stubborn disposition, “it would still be highly inappropriate.”
“as inappropriate as cuddling with your classmate while he’s naked and unconscious?” he raises an eyebrow suggestively. gojo was once again referring to the previous night’s moment of vulnerability.
you stiffen.
“it was not like that and you know it. for all i know, you were the one cuddling me,” you retorted, crossing your arms with a huff.
gojo raises his hands in defense, “how about we call it even and hop in the hot spring together as a compromise?”
“that doesn’t make any sense.”
“it makes perfect sense. just two classmates relieving the weight of the world off their shoulders.”
you hate that he’s starting to convince you.
the knowing smile creeping on gojo’s face signals that he’s sensed your weakening resolve. he decides to deal the finishing blow.
“this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. with busy lives like ours, who knows the next time we will be able to visit one of the world’s best hot springs?” he gestures dramatically. reluctantly, you start to give into his words.
“fine. but if i see you indecent, i will kill you.” you point a finger threateningly at gojo.
he simply chuckles, “kinky.”
operation satoru x [name]!!!!
gojosatowu
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shoko.ieiri
what the actual hell gojo.
i did not need to see a picture of you with nothing but a towel on. ts is disgusting.
getosugu
where is [name]? i thought you guys were returning from your mission today.
gojosatowu
heh
the two of us are going to take a little dip in kyushu’s world famous onsens haha :3
shoko.ieiri
WHAT
getosugu
you?? [name]?? onsen?? together??
gojo satoru explain
hello?
shoko.ieiri
where is [name] you dirty pervert
i swear i’ll murder you if you pull any dirty tricks
answer now
gojosatowu
gotta go!
ive been dreaming of this day ><
shoko.ieiri
don’t you go ignoring us!!
you’re already settled in the hot spring by the time gojo arrives. with a snug towel secured tightly around your body, you are submerged underwater from the chest down. the steam curls lazily into the air, casting a dreamlike haze around you.
“for someone that was excited about the onsen, you came awfully late,” you quipped at the snow-haired boy. his signature glasses are absent, allowing you complete access to his azure eyes. on the other hand, gojo is granted the opportunity of seeing you in all of your natural beauty.
gojo enters the steaming water just a couple of feet away from you, “had to calm myself before seeing you.” he sighs contentedly when the water envelopes him. it was true. his nerves were a lot calmer when he was fighting the grade one curse than the short walk from the changing room to the hot spring.
you can't help but roll your eyes at his obvious flirtation attempt, but you decide to let it slide.
the conversation lapses into silence, an awkward veil settling between you. you were starting to regret ever entertaining gojo’s invitation to the onsen. to escape the discomfort, you divert your gaze to the steam rising from the water's surface and the surrounding rocks. the trees around you start to look interesting as you focus on not letting you eyes stray on gojo’s solid buil—
breaking the silence, gojo interjects, "did ya think i looked cool taking down that curse?"
your eyes shift from the rocks to gojo’s face, “it was quite impressive how you were able to crush the curse with your infinity.” you have heard of stories of gojo’s strength, but seeing it with your very own eyes was truly incredible.
he preens under your praise, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
"perhaps i deserve a reward," he suggests, his voice taking on a playful tone.
you entertain the idea, your curiosity piqued. "i suppose you do."
a deeper flush tinges gojo's cheeks, and he averts his gaze. without warning, he points at his cheek, anticipating something. you tilt your head, puzzled by his unspoken request. he keeps pointing to his cheek, poking it multiple times.
“…”
“give me a kiss!”
the water ripples with how fast you lean back, “huh? no way.”
undeterred, gojo shakes his head. "fine then. i guess i'll have to kiss you.”
your eyes widen as he leans closer, and you instinctively scoot away, surprised by his boldness. "what? no!"
“eh?! why not? i went total snowagumon on that curse!”
“that’s your job gojo,” you respond matter-of-factly. you’re a bit taken aback by his digimon reference. how dorky.
gojo clicks his tongue, feigning indignation as he looks away. “hmph. can’t even get appreciation for keeping the world in balance.”
you let out a resigned sigh, realizing he's being dramatic again. it almost feels like dealing with a child. but you suppose you’ll play right into his hands this time– and this time only. he has worked hard on this mission, taking on all the work while you watch idly from the sidelines.
hesitantly, you inch closer towards his frame. the distance closes as you lean towards his face. it was only a split second, but your lips placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
you watch what once was a pink blush blossomed into something deeper. gojo sits up a little straighter and you notice how the corner of his lips are slightly upward.
“gojo, are you oka–”
“satoru. call me satoru,” he interjected, sounding breathless, his eyes locking on yours.
you look at him, uncertain. “isn’t that a bit too informal? we’ve only known each other for a couple of months.”
“if it was up to me, we’d be married by now,” satoru closes his eyes nonchalantly, sinking deeply into the water until half of his face is under. he blows a series of bubbles. he really was a child.
your laughter rings out melodiously as you throw your head back, finding his remark utterly amusing. “you’re actually ridiculous.”
satoru watches you with a soft smile, his heart feeling lighter. it was criminal how cute you were. if this was his reward for exorcizing a measly grade one curse, he was willing to wipe out all special grades on the earth just to receive your praise again. maybe next time you'll even kiss him on the lips (he'll die a happy man if that happens).
"i am, aren't i?" he muses, basking in the joy of the moment.
extra notes. i lowk hate this but due to popular demand i had to write it. ps i dont even know anything abt digimon i js know gojo likes it gn (forgive me if my digimon reference was totally wrong)
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