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somerandomdudelmao · 11 months

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i was writing this all out in the tags of one of your recent updates (part 9 of 'donatello') when i realized i might as well just send it to you directly before i hit tag limit. (i hope you don't mind haha) this recent comic really reminded me of a concept that i've seen in your work that i haven't seen commented on a lot (though i could be wrong.)

casey jr and donatello's relationship as you've portrayed it is interesting in a number of ways. one i've been thinking about recently is the aspect of physical touch, and how you use that to represent the underlying themes/ideas behind their dynamic (and the story as a whole).

in the series, donnie is generally the least physical of his brothers, in that he prefers to be the one to initiate contact. (as a fellow autistic, i relate to this on a visceral level /lighthearted.) however, in your portrayal, this rule bends for casey's sake.

you've been setting up casey to follow in donatello's metaphorical footsteps for a while now, with this coming to fruition (to an extent) in recent storylines.

but going back a bit further. there's this major theme of... i guess i would call it 'responsibility?' that has been weaved through the story from... basically, day one.

in the first comic, his conversation with f!leo following leo's brief foray as a nugget (one of my favorite lines from this series overall is "...and leo-nugget." amazing, genuinely), casey admits to him that it was scary being responsible for someone that could get hurt so easily.

in one of the following chapters, we see the question asked: 'but who is there to save you?' (this chapter being a bit of a microcosm of the theme/story as a whole haha.)

though it was a chapter i had originally assumed was just for funsies and angst opportunities, i now realize i was wrong (though, i don't know exactly how intentional you were being with all of this, so i could be missing the mark here.) it actually sets up his arc rather nicely -- with casey being the one to save donatello when he was injured/knocked unconcious.

now, bringing this all back around to the original intent of this ask: how physical touch is used to represent their narrative dynamic (is that a thing? 'narrative dynamic'? am i just making shit up right now? whatever its fine /rehtorical)

taking everything in account, i want to return to a specific moment that really struck me in the comics leading up to donatello's death. it's the time where the resistance is being attacked, and donnie, despite being sick, goes out and uhhh... extirpates the problem (its always fun to see donnie go apeshit with dangerous weaponry /positive.)

during his dramatic reveal and attack, casey is by his side, clutching onto him not to cling, but to physically support him (at least, that's how i think that moment was supposed to be interpreted? i could be totally wrong here.)

i can't help but feel this is emblematic of the larger themes at play here-- i.e., casey's arc in relation to donatello.

i can't help but find it interesting how donatello, backbone of the resistance--

(despite his soft shell... which is why him no longer wearing his battle shell when he got sick was actually symbolic foreshadowing of-- *sound of gunshots*)

[editors note: i'm gonna stop myself right there, before this goes from ungodly long to "will break your dash and ask box if allowed to continue further"]

-- and certified plot mechanic (oh, so that's why he named it convenient plot-twist serum... finally, the mystery has been solved /joking /lighthearted), who is a very independent/self-sufficient character, allows casey jr to subvert his rules with casual touch. enough so, that when he is so weak that he can barely stand, he trusts casey jr to keep him upright.

out of everyone, he trusts casey.

casey jr, who, at the very beginning of the comic, saved donatello's life, physically carrying him back to the base. and casey jr, the one who, now, has rescued donatello from a fate worse than death, only to once again bring him back to safety.

(...can you tell i'm a little bit obsessed with your comic? lmao)

[also to note those most recent panels: a return to the "norm," with casey clinging to donatello's side, also providing a nice parallel. i know it's because he is very much reunited with his uncle who has been dead for two years, but c'mon. let me have this /joking.)]

anyway, i hope this made sense, and if you did manage to get through my pretentious (and probably somewhat far-fetched) rambles about the "symbolic narrative significance of touch" in a fanwork about the teenage mutant ninja turtles (/lighthearted), may i just say: i am in love with your work, and can only aspire to tell a story as engaging, heartfelt, and clever as the one you have woven.

you are a blessing to this fandom, and i am so excited to see where you go with this story.

I have to say that I didn't specifically do the mental planning for all of this. Most of this theme is simply because I do what I feel will be right. It's more of an intuitive desire than a prescribed plan, so it was pretty surprising to me to see this thought actually being formulated haha

Thank you:>

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muniimyg · 25 days

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KIMI'S FAQs

INTRO

hi ♡ i'm kimi

gemini & a filipina (yikes) ...

i'm in preschool teaching and specializing in children's special needs ! my favourite colour is pink but lilac is a close second . i love matcha . i have 11 piercings but no tattoos . summer is my favourite season but fall feels more romantic . i love picnics . i have a cat named loki . yoongi is my bias but i write more jungkook fics . sue me !

Q&A

what app do you use for your social media fics?

for my smau fics, i use the app social dummy. i've been using the app for almost 3 years now and it comes with formats for twt, insta, lock screen, facetime, imsg, youtube, news, etc. i've made a few one-time payments for the app to unlock specific features like unlimited msging and profiles.

for more recent social media features like insta dm's "replied to your story" formats, i use my own insta accounts and photoshop them into my msg edits. for the most part, i am using picsart, pinterst, or make-shifting the edits on my own.

with all that being said, i have been told that social dummy is no longer available on the app store. there are a few alternatives i've been looking into but ultimately have not been satisfied with the way the edits turn out. i will update this faq if and when i find something new and available for all.

what's your update schedule?

currently, i’m living the kdrama life of the poor full-time student girl with with 2 jobs. as much as i want to commit to updating on a regular schedule,, i can not. my work is usually a tba kind of vibe lol. for the most part, i update when i can and when i want.

what is your content style? what is the kimiverse?

a lot of my fics follow simple storylines imo. i think i end up writing a lot of college/uni au's because that's where my current state in life is so it's a lot easier to relate and gain fic inspo.

kimiverse sums up my fics & characters . it’s more known for the connection between fics like your universe & nonsense ,, casual & sour candy kisses ,, and paraluman & chaebol!jk

my fics are heavily influenced by ariana grande songs and tiktok edits lol

why do you content dump?

haha.

i go through impulsive moments of jus wanting to update. it usually happens when i'm avoiding school work.

how do i get added to your permanent taglist? fic taglist?

to be added to my permanent taglist, send in an ASK. the cut off of my 2024 permanent taglist will be may 1, 2024. i will reset sometime next year!

to be added to my fic taglist, send in an ASK with the fic name.

i will not be adding anyone who comments on the posts / series m.list. i feel more organized when the taglist inquires are all in my inbox and i can answer with a tag like #fic taglist: aao jk.

the alternative is to turn on my notifications!

what are your favourite fics?

my all time favourite fics are linked here.

@munirecs is my fic rec page where i reblog my current reads or my reading list.

why is your anon off?

anon is off so i can keep my blog as lighthearted as possible. i had it on for a while now but after a few asks that made me feel meh, i figured this is the best way to set my boundaries. let’s keep the asks kind!

if you want to send in but don’t feel comfortable with me posting my reply, you can send me a msg.

which order am i supposed to read the series if there are extras with the chapter numbers?

read the series parts first. the extras can be read after. i usually put a note in the beginning of the extras to state the time placement for the fic.

why are there so many typos?

it is what it is!

as much as i’d love to edit my work into perfection, i can’t. after i post a texting au, i’d recommend waiting 15 mins because i’m usually doing last minute edits. after i post a written, i’d recommend waiting 1 day because i’m usually re-read it again and again and again and making tweaks. no matter how much i reread or re-edit, i’m always going to be finding little things to change. so, for my own peace of mind.. i give myself the 15 mins or the 1 day before letting it be what it is.

can i critique your work?

no thank you.

i write because i like to write. i write and post content that serves my creative drive and growth as a content creator. i love positive feedback and getting to hear your opinions on characters, but i’d simply like to have my work remain as it is. i worked hard and spent time writing / making the content so jus enjoy it!

i’ll fix my grammar, my wordy sentance, and mis-punctuation when i get paid for writing fanfics… which will be ???

this is art! … and it’s literally fiction.

my main thing has and will always be to write something that makes people feel. if i’ve done that and you’d like to express it kindly, i await your words!

NOTE

— minors are denied from all of my content !

— i do not allow reposts, revisions, or translations of my work on any other platform or any other account ! if my work is being posted elsewhere, please let me know ><

— requests are closed !

— consider sending an ask / interaction for more updates and consistent activity !

#ask muni #🌱: kimi writes #kimi’s faq #bts fic writing #bts writer

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postmoderne · 2 years

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ranking my own zosan fics

tooting my own horn... or criticizing my writing.

11. snack time ahoy this one ranks last because its just a couple hundred word, a short experimental one shot/drabble. personally, i like it and think its cute

10. Once in a While yes, its the drabble collection, hahaha! some of the drabbles are of higher quality than others, but theyre all pretty short, pretty fluffy. nothing to be too mad at

9. attractive i know that this is, by numbers, one of my more popular fics but... its one of the more... low effort pieces, quite frankly. as always, its cute, fluffy, lighthearted, funny... i like writing more wholesome fics.

8. the GOLD we made along the way this fic is... an AU, for one, a modern AU. its also more angsty than my other fics, i think. idk, i feel like the characters are a bit ooc. which usually comes with them not being in their canon setting, i suppose

7. join the circus, it’ll be fun (they said) this is also an AU and tbh it’s a bit out there. its a bit off the rails. circus AU? i cant really explain this one. i think its fun, though

6. Something Golden one thing about me... i’ll use the word gold and something in a fic title. this one is almost set in canon universe. as much as a fic where two characters fall in love that wont ever fall in love in actual canon... can be. its sweet, bit melancholic at the end but tbh not really because we know... theyre gonna get together. in this canon-non-canon universe

5. Professional Hair Care this is a one shot where i think i might write a continuation. bc i liked the idea, i like writing “elderly” zosan, when theyre all settled down... i like this fic but id like it more if it was.... if i wrote... more. expanded upon this universe.

4. sanji hates (winter islands) my first zosan fic! i think it mostly still holds up, its also my second most kudos’d fic, so i think people like this one. its fluffy (as i usually provide, fic wise), sort of pre-slash. i kinda like leaving fics open as pre-slash but like. its clear theyre in love with each other, so its never that open of an ending.

3. Fisherman’s Delight to be honest... as this is a multi-chap fic and still on-going... lets just say i have hopes for this. i want to get it done, even if its all short chapters... i kinda want it to be/read like a diary? journal? but not really. id never write in first person, bc we have left that in the 2010s. its not high lit but im enjoying the journey of writing it so far.

2. Flutter Fairy Island technically canon. and also veryyy out there, i know. its fairy-tale based and i admit that its a bit... something else. however, i do think this is an underrated fic. but that might just be me. it really is a bit experimental but also, like, classic... classic tropes, iykwim? idk, i just like this one

1. Old Men Blues my post kudos’d fic! as ive mentioned, i love old!zosan. “old”. theyre ageless, timeless, haha! ive also thought about continuing this one bc... again... i love writing older zosan. settled down. househusband!zoro. hihihi

#zosan #one piece #zosan fic #zosan fanfic #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #fanfiction #fic #writing #op

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vimbry · 2 years

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Yanda for the meme!

ghgh sorry yanda. he's an entertaining character, but there wasn't much on the sheet that applies to him for me personally. however I Do have a lot of opinions still.

horrible person taken in the most lighthearted possible way! he is like 28 bullying a toddler, tbf. he does get better about that tho.

I think like pretty much every other character in the manga, yanda is someone I could see carrying his own story as a protagonist. an ordinary life as an office worker occasionally interrupted by fighting with his old school friend's weird daughter lmao.

for the deeper square, the small moment in the chapter where yotsuba gets art supplies and he's remincising about building models as a kid especially just, broke my heart when I first read it. for a series that doesn't really dwell on anything too cynical or negative, the way he quietly reveals how his mother kept her threat of throwing them out if he didn't clean up, so he lost his love for them and never made another one seemed surprisingly downbeat, and also showed a lot about his personality I think.

it's also been mentioned in an interview that the reason his interactions with yotsuba are so antagonistic and immature compared to like, jumbo and her dad, is because they're "more of an eldest brother type" while he was the youngest child. so it makes me wonder if yanda's supposed to have grown up somewhat bullied and neglected, and a lot of his teasing sense of humour is based in acting out (I'd say I'm looking too deeply into the character analysis if it weren't for the fact a lot of thought is evidently put into them in the first place haha).

there's something interesting too about him going out of his way to cheer yotsuba up when he sees her depressed over duralumin/sulking about him coming on the camping trip, like he can't stand seeing her genuinely upset/with him and wants to treat her better than he was, especially when it feels like he realises he went to far teasing her over the pancakes. he seems like he sincerely enjoys having her in his life and it's a very cute dynamic they end up with!

#alright actually that ended up a lot to say for only 2 squares huh #asks #character opinion bingo #long post

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deducitetemporacarmen · 2 years

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WIP Tag Game

I got tagged by @ivorydice :D

As far as I know it's about listing your wips and people can ask stuff about them, so ask away if you wanna ;)

This is not a complete list, but the fics with higher writing priority in no particular order (nobody wants to see the entire list, trust me lmao)

Hangover Cures (TMFU, Gaby/Solo/Illya): modern AU meet-ugly where Solo and Gaby meet on their accidentally joint walk of shame, things spiral from there ;D I only need to finish the last chapter, which is a helloween party, so it's off-season af hahaha This was supposed to be a one-shot, but of course that didn't work out as usual (Sorry duck for dragging out your birthday gift over years xD Nobody is surprised tho). This is pretty lighthearted for me, only some sprinkles of angst for the finale :D

Shadow Play (FFXV, gen): Another WIP where I drastically underestimated the wordcount. So far it's 40k of gaslighting the shit out of Noctis in an AU where Regis died early, so Noctis became king before he could befriend Prompto, who now needs to save the day as a junior Crownsguard. Angst and Suspicion everywhere. The Kingsglaive crew snuck in uninvited as well haha Honestly it's great fun, but also very intensive on the plotting side of things. I have the feeling I need just to wing the next chapter to get back into the groove

Synthesis (BNHA, Hawks/Dabi): Dabi basically outs himself as a Todoroki pretty much instantly, which gets the ball rolling for a lot of media and family drama (and a lot of angst). Hawks is still trying to get to the League via Dabi. Both Dabi and Hawks lie their ass off to each other and to the public and to everyone honestly and drag each other deeper into the mess. This is not really a redemption fic in the classic sense, I guess, but the ending is going to be somewhat happyish, whenever that may happen xD I knew this was going to be a long one, but nevertheless I underestimated HOW FUCKING LONG THIS IS GOING TO BE send help pls

[untitled sick fic] (TMFU Gaby/Solo/Illya): I wanted to write this pinch hit for the last TMFU gift exchange, but I had another fic ready that fit well enough, so it got sidelined. So basically it's just Gaby being the sick one for a change. Illya and Solo take care of her and Illya feels a little useless (but that gets resolved). Pre-OT3 but they're like 0.5s away from making out aka my favorite setting. The amazing thing about this is that I planned it as a one shot and so far it stayed a one-shot :') I'm so happy :')

En Pointe Blank (TMFU Gaby/Solo/Illya): Mission fic Red Room style. They're infiltrating a ring that trains kids as both ballet dancers and assassins. Again Pre-OT3, but I think I'll end it with them getting together. Gaby and Solo pose as Heir-of-the-Teller-Nazi-Clan and her himbo husband, Illya adopts a bunch of baby assassins as their trainer. This is honestly a tough one. I wanted to experiment with a non-linear narrative, which worked fine in Spes Ardens (FFXV), but somehow it didn't flow. I think I'm going to rework this into a linear chaptered fic, but I need to plot a little more first.

Tides of Time [working title] (FFXV, gen): This is a gift for Lemon, so I won't say too much, but Bahamut is doing his Thing, Noctis is suffering and Gladio needs to step the fuck up as a Shield in a situation where his combat strength is pretty much of no use ;) I'm looking at a 7 chapter outline and I'm 12k in, but I don't dare to estimate a posting date or a word count :D

That's it! :)

(it's definitely not it but let's not talk about the length of my wip list)

I'm tagging the writers of the saline squad! @deviantaccumulation @takingoffmyshoes @canardroublard @every-lemon @saathi1013 @coaldustcanary

And of course everyone who wants to do it, feel tagged! :D

#writing stuff #fanfic stuff #tag games

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cosettepontmercys · 8 months

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Hi! I missed you too! How are you? I totally agree about all your posts about the rerecordings which we have been over lol. The new Look What You Made Me Do sounded almost exactly the same to me lol. I would love a doc about the rerecordings and I hope it's a possibility! I will let you know how the shuffle listen of 1989 goes! I loved the green cover and especially the color of the vinyl. I'm excited to see the pink one!

Oh I totally forgot I sent that ask to you but I will be looking forward to hearing your thoughts on it. So take your time! It's just a discussion and not disagreeing or anything..if It came off like that..I can't remember everything I wrote lol.

I'm so interested in the Outsiders musical! That's one of my favorite movies but I do wonder what the songs will be like musically. Probably like 50s to match the time period? The only thing I knew about it is Angelina Jolie is a producer lol. That's such a hard question! I honestly don't know what I would pick. I think The Outsiders could be good though! Any of my favorite movies I would be interested about..lol but it's not something I've really thought about before. It's easier for me to say what kind of musical I would write. So that would be my question for you...but I'll think about it more. For the revival question, I would've said Sweeney Todd..which is already happening. I liked all the revivals from this year though. Maybe something older..but there have already been a few good ones recently..like Hello Dolly or Carousel or On The Town. Or maybe something lighthearted like Hairspray...so idk! Sometimes I like when they revive something I'm not as familiar with too..so then I can learn about a new musical. Like Spamalot is supposed to be coming maybe and I'm not familiar with it besides the Monty Python movie. Anyway what about you?

I actually read the a snippet of Red White and Royal Blue like the first chapter and I was shocked that they cut his sister out of the movie since she was in the first scene. Also that the book is his perspective..it seemed pretty equal in the movie to me. Idk when I will ever read anymore though. Cuz I still enjoyed the movie..but I totally understand what you mean too..and why you didn't..since you love the book so much! I do see a lot of gifs of it and will probably reblog at some point though. I've been pretty good! Okay great! I ended up reading up to chapter 5 and may read more tomorrow. I like it so far..it kept my interest and I like these kind of stories..since it's like past and present..we don't know exactly what happened yet. It kinda reminds me of another book I read called Some Other Now. Unfortunately that one was just okay for me but I have hope for this one. The chapters seem pretty short so I could probably read more. What pace are you thinking? I actually started another book too accidentally that seemed kinda similar. It's called I'll give you the Sun..have you ever read it? It's been on my list for a while..mainly cuz it's about twins! This one was a brother and sister though.My sister and I are identical twins haha so if you have any other books about twins..let me know lol. I am using it as an opportunity to start reading You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone again..which is also about twin sisters. I can't remember if you read it..i also loved it but I might have got busy or something. I am also still reading Business and Pleasure. So I already have a feeling I will love these and it made me excited for reading again! Like these are the kinda books I could read in a day. The movie Crush also had a pair of twin sisters which might be why I liked it more too haha. Unlike these books though, I have always mostly been super close to my sister so it's interesting to read another perspective. We have always been like the Weasley twins to me lol but if I feel disconnected to her, I can read these and feel better. I'm sorry about the health stuff and hope everything is okay as can be!

i am okay!! i have been all over the place lately </3 but things are a lot better now than they were last week! i hope you've been doing well and you have a great weekend!! 🤍

sometimes i log on and i see all these ... critiques about how things sound so different/so much worse/etc. and i'm like damn i know my hearing isn't that great but is my hearing really that bad? because it all sounds fine to me! i'm so so excited for the pink 1989 cover ! and i hope we get to do the vault unscramble again, i missed it for speak now 🤍

and you're good!! i love talking about little women, and i didn't take it that way at all! but i do have a lot to say about it (and i might end up rereading/rewatching parts of little women so i can better explain myself).

i'm so so curious about the outsiders musical! i hope it does well, and i hope it's a good adaptation. i really should get around to reading the outsiders soon! i loved the on the town revival! i really like dance heavy shows, and megan fairchild is such a beautiful dancer 🤍 i'm really torn on what i'd revive; i'd love to see a spring awakening revival but i think the deaf west revival was so perfect, i think we're due for a next to normal revival (wondering if the west end production will transfer), i feel like i have to say newsies for sentimentality's sake! i really like it when revivals do something different (like the recent oklahoma revival was phenomenal)!

and yes — june, my beloved :( very bitter about her being cut! i have not had time to read lately but i will probably sit down ... tomorrow ... and read it all in one go, hopefully! this weekend for sure! and then we can discuss!!! i read i'll give you the sun many, many years ago and liked it then but do not remember a single thing about it now! i have a lot of friends who love it though so maybe i should reread it at some point. it's so cool that you and your sister are identical twins! i'm totally blanking on books right now, but there are twins in the night circus by erin morgenstern, and i'll try to think of more twin books tomorrow!! i have not read you'll miss me when i'm gone, but it's on my list! i'm so glad you're enjoying your current reads!! 🤍

#post: answered #🩷 anon

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tensecondstomidnight · 10 months

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on to Show and Tell! back to an OG 4-pager with this one!

i bet this is the chapter that originally introduced lucy’s deaf ear! i mean, they haven’t really brought it up since the prologue chapter, i think.

CHILL MAN

we’ve got some great faces in this one. the eyes in the early pages are so appealing to me, we’ve got the dot eyes and the “kirby eyes” (pictured above) and then we get that sorta fusion of them that kinda looks like the eyes i draw!

see, like that. also what’s this about girly romance movies? BRING THAT BACK!!! that would be such a cute reference omgggg

anyways yeah, the bit of this chapter is genetics and the different species of the cats! lucy’s deaf ear is attributed to her being a blue-eyed white khao manee, which reflects real life! lucky that she didn’t lose it in both of them. they do a cute bit where yashy thinks her own blue eyes will turn her deaf. i really miss jokes like that, the pets are so cute...

RELAX

anyways mike’s a korat (makes a point of being like “surprised im not a russian blue?” which after looking at them im kinda surprised too!) and daisy comments that she thought mike was a british blue shorthair because he��s “so intellectual.” first of all, he’s totally not a british shorthair and daisy is stupid, but more importantly, what an interesting lore bit this is! everybody is so knowledgeable about cat breeds (makes sense! they’re cats!) but they also have preconceived biases about people of those breeds, likely based on common traits those breeds share in the real world. if you wanna overthink it a bit, daisy just racially profiled mike! looks like yashy is taking the second-place for racism this time around.

daisy is half selkirk rex and half ragamuffin. looking at pictures of those cats, it seems like she represents her breed best when she’s been out in the rain for a bit! she must put a lot of work into those curls.

check out this sequence at the end of page 3. this is soooo cute! lucy getting so visibly envious of someone else getting attention from mike feels like a rarity...

paulo shows up to boast about his breed too! the more they compare their genetics, the weirder it feels. but in a goofy way, because it’s all obviously so lighthearted! paulo is a somali, and the way his breed looks in real life reminds me of a warrior cats character. he mentions his dad is “kinda lion-ish,” can’t wait to see that guy. i headcanon him as sounding like bob from bob’s burgers.

this is another really cute sequence. i like seeing mike and lucy just be friends. sooo cute... and LOOK AT DAISY!! THE SPELL CANNOT BE BROKEN!! PAULO IS TOO COOL!! i’m huge on paulo x daisy so i’m probably gonna gush like that whenever i see them together, haha

the following panels are also such a fun microcosm of what paulo and lucy are. it’s like, the easiest way to explain their dynamic to someone. so perfect!

anyways, yashy claims to be a golden retriever (obviously unintentional but it reminds me of all those “attack helicopter” jokes from like 2016) and david shows up asking to hook up with the supposed golden retriever, only to see yashy and blanch, somehow avoiding getting called the p-word. i wonder why mike gets singled out so much? poor guy.

in the final panel, we get a really funny david drawing and they toss in sue and amaya’s breeds for us to gobble up like the LEECHES we are. obviously, sue is a european burmese, but she’s missing some of the markings you might expect from a cat like her. amaya is a super obvious tabby though, she’s right.

i figured i wouldn’t have much to say about this chapter, since it’s pretty one-note. i’m fine with putting it all in one big post! NEXT TIME: Gone Fishing!

#scratch.txt #reread #bittersweet candy bowl #bcb #lucy #yashy #mike #daisy #paulo #david #sue #amaya #show and tell

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kandisheek · 2 years

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Director cut commentary for dick pic verse please? 😌💕

Anything you would like to share is much appreciated😊

Sure thing, Ven! Thanks for asking <3

Alright, so, the dick pic verse. As weird as this sounds, this whole thing didn’t really happen because of an idea I had, but was instead kicked off by me finding a guide on how to make iOS Messages on AO3. I thought the design looked really cool and while I didn’t have any prior knowledge of HTML or CSS coding I really wanted to try my hand at it. I was actually kind of surprised by how much fun it was to make work skins on AO3 that way, and I’ve kept incorporating different types of code ever since.

So now I had this format that I really wanted to try and obviously I needed some content to fill it with. Thus I wrote the first chapter in like five minutes, just to test out the coding and see how it looked, and then decided to stick to that very basic premise of “Whoops, I sent you my dick pic and it was a mistake, sorry”. I didn’t expect much else to come from it.

So when I started posting Keep Boredom At Bay, the first fic of the Dick Pic Verse, it was very much supposed to be a short, kind of silly thing. I mean, with the premise of an accidental dick pic it doesn’t really sound like it’d be much more than that. Maybe 10 chapters or so of lighthearted fun, just to try out the whole texting format. And since it was supposed to be so short, I decided to try my hand at a daily uploading schedule, because keeping that up for 10 chapters didn’t seem unreasonable. Haha. Ahahahaha. *cries in foreshadowing*

The decision to include real life pictures and actual dick pics in the fic was one I made right at the start, mostly because I wanted it to feel “real”, but also because I wanted to see how people would react to it. Honestly I was expecting people to boycott the fic for that reason, but to my surprise that didn’t happen.

Instead the fic gained a lot of traction very quickly and I found myself having so much fun uploading a chapter a day that I was like, you know what? I’ll continue this. So I expanded the outline to 23 chapters, the 23rd being where they meet for the first time in real life so I could organically transition from texting to prose for the final chapter. I really thought that was going to be it.

BUT by the time I got there so many people were asking me to continue the fic, and I was still having a ton of fun writing it, so I decided to expand it, again. But to do that I’d need to generate some sort of conflict to further the plot, and since the fic was set sometime just before the events of CA:TWS I got this idea. What if I could actually tell the story of that movie through text and tie that plot into Steve and Tony building their relationship? I’m a huge fan of angst and the potential was JUICY, which was very, VERY exciting for me.

So I wrote that outline. And it was over 80 chapters long. I decided to commit to it though because I had really fallen in love with the idea, and in the end the fic came out to 76 chapters. Honestly the main motivation to actually commit to (almost) daily uploads for that long stemmed from how much interaction the fic itself got. KBAB has over 6700 comments at this point in time, and while I was writing it there was this awesome feeling of community there, where people were really getting into discussing the plot and coming up with theories and suggestions, which was so damn cool to see. I’ve never had that kind of experience on any of my other fics, where I could see people interact with each other within my own comment section. It was and continues to be beyond incredible.

Since then I’ve written three other fics in this series. All Sheep In The Flock, which covers the events of Age of Ultron as well as introducing Bucky into the Avengers roster; Steer Straight Through The Storm, which takes us all the way through Civil War; and its most recent addition We Build What We Know, which is a spin-off in which Peter and Tony develop their budding father-son relationship. I’ve tried my hand at a couple additional formats aside from the texting in those (emails, letters, the flip phone, etc.), which I will keep adding to in the future because coding those is almost as much fun as writing the fics themselves. Somewhere along the line this entire series turned into a gigantic effort to fix the entirety of the MCU canon through a texting format and a Stony lens, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I have several more spin-off fics planned, so this verse is far from over. It’s genuinely some of the most fun I’ve had with fanfic ever and I’m so happy that a lot of people seem to enjoy the universe.

For me personally this series really opened doors. I was made aware of and invited to the POTS Stony discord because of it, I started drawing fanart because of it, hell, I only have a Tumblr because of this fic. I was always on the outskirts of fandom, never really involved with any communities, and this was the first time that changed. I consider myself a fully fledged member of the Marvel fandom now, and I have this fic and all the people who commented on it to thank for it. I’m getting a bit melodramatic here, but this fic really had a huge impact on my life and I’ll never not be grateful for it.

So yeah, sorry for rambling on for so long, but that’s basically it. Thanks for asking about this, Ven, I hope you had fun reading through this ultra long post :)

#fanfic #director's commentary #kandisheek #dick pic verse #marvel #stony

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honeyapplepi · 3 years

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The Fall of L’Manberg pt.3

warning: angst, swearing, violence, descriptions of injury, this one is a lot more lighthearted and is mostly just to put an end to the story, not proofread

Dream SMP realistic au

a/n (I put another one at the end so read that too): This took a lot longer than i initially planned, but I just couldn’t find the inspiration to write, but here it is. This does contain the headcannon that Techno is Phil’s son which is not cannon. Also sorry this is mostly dialogue, but hey character development yk.

(PLATONIC) Dream SMP x gn!reader

masterlist | part one | part two

You felt the wind against your body as it fell through the air. You were convinced this was the end, but were quickly proven wrong when your back hit the hard rocks of the ground beneath you. Looking back up at the place you fell, it was only a few feet above you, but while you fell it felt like a long drop to your death.

You felt a sting in your arm, but you were more worried about getting up. Once you stood, you looked around. You were deep in a trench and soon enough more TNT would come falling down. You needed to get out there quick.

You looked around looking for your bow and sword. Your sword was fine, but your bow laid crushed in the spot you fell to. It was still in one peice it was just broken in the handle.

“So, that’s what broke my fall,” you muttered quietly.

You looked around again before seeing a part of the rock you could climb. You quickly ran to it before started to climb up the rock. Once you were up and back onto the, for now, safe parts of the ground you gripped your sword.

Mostly everyone was gone. The battle had ended pretty quick especially when TNT was falling from the sky. Finally taking a moment you looked at your arm and noticed the bloody gash that was in your arm. Ripping apart your sleeve you wrapped it around your arm and tightened it. Once you were back in your village you could get it properly treated.

Finally, realizing it was time to go home you started to wonder which way you would take. No matter what it was a long ways away, but it was either through the nether or across the water. You didn’t have a boat or wood so nether it is.

You began walking towards where the community house was. You made sure to be careful not to fall again. Once you reached the portal you noticed Technoblade and Phil standing there.

“Hello, boys,” you greeted as you reached where they were standing. You were about to walk past them and i it the portal when Phil stopped you.

“Are you okay? you’re bleeding like badly,” Phil said revering to your makeshift bandage that was stained red.

“I’m fine. Look at him, he’s got blood all over him,” you said looking towards Technoblade.

“Not mine,” Technoblade said. “Maybe you should come with us, I can help patch you up,” Phil said.

“Nahh, i’m sure she’s fine, Phil,” Technoblade said not really wanting to house one of his enemies.

“Yeah, I’m good. There’s a doctor in my village i’ll be fine,” you said about to step through the portal.

“No way your village is way too far. Techno and I’s home is closer,” Phil insisted.

“why do you know where my village is?,” You asked knowing the only people who had ever been were Technoblade and Dream.

“Techno told me,” Phil answered.

“Awww, Technoblade. Are you talking about me to your dad,” you said mockingly with a smile on your face.

“I just complained about the long journey,” Technoblade answered.

“It’s settled. Y/N, you’re coming with us,” Phil said.

Now you were sitting in a chair in Technoblade and Phil’s kitchen with your arm on the table. Phil was cleaning up your cut while Technoblade stood in the corner watching you.

“Didn’t your father ever tell you it’s rude to stare,” you said looking towards the piglin.

“I’m making sure you don’t do anything,” Technoblade said continuing to keep his eyes on you. Phil grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around your arm.

“There, all set!,” Phil said. You stood up and grabbed your sword and bag of arrows.

“Then i’ll be on my way. Thank you, phil,” You said ready to leave, but not before being stopped by Phil again.

“No way, It’s late. You can stay the night and then you can leave after breakfast tomorrow,” Phil said. You’d don’t even have a chance to say no before Phil was leading you to an extra bed they had despite Technoblade’s complaints.

You had been trying to fall asleep now for the past hour and a half, but you just couldn’t. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with what had happened earlier.

Picking yourself up from the bed you quietly tiptoed downstairs and out the home. It was cold out, but you lived in a village that, although didn’t snow, did get pretty cold during the winter, so you weren’t to bothered by the weather. Plus you had put on an extra layer of clothing, so you wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sitting on Technoblade’s front steps, you placed your head on your hand. You wanted to apologize to Quackity, truly, after what happened. Seeing Quackity, and thinking back to everything that happened in a clear mindset you started to what you had done wrong. Though you had no idea how you would.

Not long after you came out, you heard the door behind you open. You looked behind you thinking if it were anyone it was Phil, but were surprised to see the 6′2 piglin man standing behind you.

“Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep,” you said turning back to look at the snowy plains.

“Haha, very funny. What are you doing out here?,” Technoblade asked walking down the wooden steps.

“Concerned are we?,” you said mockingly looking at Technoblade as he struggled to sit on the step right behind you. You looked towards Technoblade waiting for a witty response, but were met by nothing.

“This isn’t as fun if you’re just gonna sit and mope around while I make fun of you,” you said frowning.

“Shut up,” Technoblade rolled his eyes.

“”shut up” okay what’s wrong?,” you asked completely directing your attention to the man behind you.

“And you care because..?,” Technoblade said setting his eyes on the cobblestone tower which stood a good walk away.

“Surprisingly, undue to popular belief, I’m actually a decent person,” you said being as genuine as you could with someone who you recognized as an enemy.

“You’re a tyrannical maniac,” Technoblade answered sharply.

“Was. Was a tyrannical maniac. Is it about that tower ‘cause no offense it kind of ugly, and aren’t you supposed to be hiding,” you said looking at the cobblestone tower.

“Tommy built that tower,” Technoblade answered.

“Oh,” you muttered. It didn’t take too much brain power to dissect the situation. Tommy was Technoblade’s brother and today Tommy was fighting for L’Manberg not against. “I’ve been there. Familial betrayal I mean, and I learned a while ago sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water,” you said.

“Was there a moral to that statement or..?”,” Technoblade said clearly trying diffuse the awkwardness that was the situation. It was obvious neither you or Technoblade were good at comforting or talking about how you feel.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that,” you said looking at him.

“Also, it’s freezing can we go inside or do you wanna mope at the tower more?,” you said meaning it less as an insult and more of joking banter.

“Yeah, we can go inside,” Technoblade said.

a/n: I know that is is like really bad, but honestly I just wanted to get it done because it was stressing me out sm. So if you like hate it just imagine that it ended last chapter and Y/N died or something.

#dream smp x reader #dream smp #technoblade x reader #technoblade #quackity x reader #quackity #dream #philza #tommyinit mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt

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7wanderingpaws · 4 years

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Simply, yours (13)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 4.3K

Warnings: language, description of injury, birth-giving (stuff around it)

A/N: First of all, I apologise it took me over a month to update this story that is so close to my ❤. Hope this update was worth the wait. We have two chapters left! Second of all, this is a tiny roller-coaster haha. Enjoy! Also huge apologies if I left someone out from the tags!!

tags: @milky-baek @itsbaekhyunsbutt @luvhtears @shesdreaminginoverdose @cynthbee @jummyjammy @junmyeonnoona @littleflowercrown13 @sebootyforlife (if you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know!)

MASTERLIST

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13

Winter left Korea completely, and warm spring slowly welcomed itself, together with it your due date as well.

Cherry blossoms were about to be in full bloom and you asked Sukyeong to join you on a weekend stroll while Baekhyun was away on a hapkido competition with the university team. You hated staying alone and he probably hated it even more, given your blood-pressure that still didn’t stabilize itself as it should have, though it never became as severe as before. He even made Sukyeong promise to stay the night at yours so that you could have a “girls night”. When you asked why so suddenly given you barely ever did those before, he just shrugged and said: “Once you give birth you won’t be able to enjoy her company.” And he was right. Both of your lives were about to undergo huge changes, so you supported Baekhyun in doing whatever he wanted and needed to do and the same went for you. The idea that your carefree, independent lifestyle was about to be changed scared you.

“Are you sure you’re fine with walking so much?” asked Sukyeong carefully as you slowly made your way around Socho lake, the highest building of Seoul, Lotte tower, hanging above you, throwing a humongous shade over one side of the lake.

You ran your hand over the huge bump as you smiled. “Yes, don’t worry so much. It’s not like I will give birth right now.”

“You know I’m pretty sure everyone here thinks exactly that.” She looked around, noticing few people giving you a look-over. “Do you always get this many stares?”

You shrugged and took a deep breath of air. The pollution was not bad that day and the sun rays warmed up your skin in a pleasant manner. “Yeah, I do. But what can I do.”

“When is the due date again?”

“Mid-May,” you replied, the mention of the big day dampening your mood for a moment, “but that is if the pregnancy goes as planned. Apparently it’s more than likely I will go into labor earlier.”

Sukyeong tried not to pale at that, instead cleared her throat and pointed to a nearby bench. “Let’s sit. Your feet are terribly swollen,” she said, trying to sound lighthearted.

Not wanting to sound stubborn, you followed her even though you wanted to enjoy walking a bit more. It would be a mistake and you knew it, so you sighed big time once finally sitting down, the pressure in your legs easing up a bit.

“Why does Baekhyun still leave when he knows you can go to labor anytime soon?”

“I didn’t say any time soon,” you retorted, giggling at her overprotectiveness. “And I managed to persuade him to do the competitions while he can. If anything the birth might come early May. Which is Baekhyun’s birthday,” you said smiling. “If that wouldn’t be the coolest gift I could give him, whew. Three kids,” you chuckled and Sukyeong followed.

“Well, just make sure you’re healthy. You come first no matter what.”

Her words reminded you of your boss and his daughter-in-law; how she passed away while giving birth. Trying not to let it influence your mood too much, you looked up at the cherry trees through which sunlight was making its way.

“It’s not like I can affect the outcome,” you finally replied, “but I will try my best.”

“You better,” she almost whimpered and you looked at her, just to see her eyes bulged in fear.

“Worst case scenario they will have to open me. Even worse? They might first let my vagina tear up before deciding the rest of the kids need to come out through c-section.”

You giggled when Sukyeong gasped in pure terror at what you just said. It was obvious she didn’t know all the things that could go wrong while giving birth and you weren’t about to spill all the secrets despite you wanting to vent about it because you were scared. So scared. Terrified.

“Can you still have sex after it... happens?” she asked warily.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I can. But let’s not talk about it, it’s giving me stress.”

She was fast to massage your shoulders. “Yeah, let’s not stress you out. Baekhyun will kill me if he finds out I have as much as made you frown.”

Finally, the days that you would have to wait in the waiting room of your doctor in the clinic were lessening. Bearing three babies, it meant appointment visits every second week. Surely, you would get tired of the place and dread coming every time. Especially when every second week you would be bigger and heavier than the previous one, making it more tiring to come and spend a couple of hours outside of the house.

You looked up with worried eyes at your boyfriend who was reading a leaflet about breastfeeding, which immediately put a gentle smile on your face. The idea of Baekhyun not being scared or deterred of these topics was incredible for you. He was a special man, indeed.

When sensing your stare, he looked up with big puppy eyes, his lower lip caged between his teeth. “Huh? You said something?”

You giggled quietly as to not to disturb other ladies in the waiting room and shuffled a bit closer on the seat to press against his side. “You seem to be way too immersed in that woman's breast, honey.” You flickered your gaze downwards on the leaflet; the smiling lady holding a baby to her breast with an alarmingly slim body, yet obviously very pregnant stomach, sitting uncomfortably with you. They photoshopped everything these days.

Baekhyun gave you a confused look, blinking twice before snapping out of his weird reverie. “Oh, this- no, no,” he shook his head, smiling abashedly which you found absolutely adorable. “I was just thinking that we should talk about your plan about breastfeeding with the doctor. Do you think you can breastfeed three kids?” he asked thoughtfully, waving the leaflet in front of your face while his other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it so that you would pay attention.

You sighed quietly, already tired at the idea of having to go through that process. It made you feel guilty, but if you were honest with yourself, you were scared and tired and achy and the last thing you wanted to think through was how your breasts would become the main food source for three tiny lives. You quickly rested your head on Baekhyun's shoulder so that he wouldn't see your fading smile. “I haven't thought about that, honey. But you're right. Let's discuss that. Maybe she can give me some life hacks.”

He chuckled softly and you instantly felt better, the sound lifting your spirits. He knocked your knee with his playfully before he settled lower on the chair so that you would be more comfortable.

As your eyes wandered around the room, you noticed several stares of the ladies who were waiting in the room, their gazes lingering on the two of you, some more on Baekhyun and some more on your huge stomach. You swore one of the young ones sighed while eyeing Baekhyun up, and you held back a scoff, feeling sudden pride that he was yours and the kids you were bearing were his.

“Your husband is so caring,” smiled the nurse that was at the reception desk, looking at you. “You both sure will be good parents.”

You pressed your lips together in a shy smile, not telling her that Baekhyun wasn't your husband. Baekhyun didn't say anything, either. The nurse continued anyway, saving you from replying: “You may enter now, the doctor is ready for you.”

“Thank you,” smiled Baekhyun handsomely at her as he swiftly stood up, holding your hand in his gingerly, both of you making your way into the well-known office.

Once settled inside, you faced the ever-so positive doctor of yours. It seemed she was more excited about your pregnancy than you were.

“So, the typical question,” she smiled widely, connecting her long, elegant fingers in front of her face, “any difficulties? Problems? Dizziness caused by blood pressure?”

“No, thankfully none of that.”

“Great,” she winked at you, “the date is fast approaching,” she chirped as she went through your records, “but as I said last time, it is very likely you will go into early labour. There is no need to panic, though, dear,” she told you kindly. “I suppose you know all of this information by now, but just to tell you once again: the best is to go to the hospital once the water broke. Unfortunately, the likeliness of them sending you home only due to slight contractions in state-owned hospitals is very high,” she shrugged, obviously annoyed at the fact. “Therefore, the best is to stay calm, wait until it becomes too much and the water breaks. Until it did, it is only the small prelude to what is about to come.”

Baekhyun was listening carefully despite knowing most of the information already, while you dreaded the entire talk about the moment everything would start happening. You kept imagining the whole process in your head, one imagination worse than the other. It was difficult to point out what exactly was it that scared you so much, but the entire idea of having to go through terrible pain, your body failing, or babies' lives failing was enough to send you into a severe panic attack.

“I can see you are worried,” said the doctor to you. “But it will be alright. Keep it up just like until now. You know, for the fact that you are expecting three, you both seem way too calm and zen about it,” she tried to joke, laughing.

Baekhyun giggled while you gave her a weak smile. “I guess we are trying to preserve the calm atmosphere before the arrival of the three babies,” replied Baekhyun lightheartedly.

You nodded. “But doc, you will be there, right?” you asked in a small tone. “I mean, in the hospital, when it happens.”

She smiled, her features softening. “I am not letting the chance to bring three babies to this world slip away, sweetie. I'll be there, and we will get through it together.”

Gracing her with a gracious smile, you nodded in acknowledgement before Baekhyun brought up the topic about breast-feeding.

“Oh, yes, very good question,” she gave him a huge smile. “You have a couple of options here. Obviously, you may breastfeed and you can also pump. Pumping is the best when having multiples, of course, but it is up to the mother what would work the best for her. Three babies can be quite the handful to breastfeed, but let's not forget that it is the best way to be close to your little ones. Mother's arms are the safest they will ever be.”

Baekhyun smiled down at you affectionately before turning to the doctor. “Yeah, we should still consider pumping-”

“Once the babies are born, we will figure out what works the best,” you chimed in gently, looking at your boyfriend who turned to look at you. You smiled at him. “We still don't know what will happen after the birth, but knowing that pumping is an option is certainly good.”

You knew well what went through Baekhyun's mind at that moment. He didn't like it when you conspired around what would happen after birth, because whenever you did, it almost always led you to two conclusions: either one of the babies would be dead or you would be dead. As much you both fought around it, you couldn't help yourself, and he tried to understand your train of thoughts, just to ease you up, but he would still voice out the hatred around the idea of him losing you.

That was why once you left the clinic, he stopped you on the street, his gaze heavy and serious. “Listen, I just want you to know that-” he took a deep breath, ignoring your eyes looking at him warily, “-whatever the hell happens during birth, you come first. I love our children already, and I couldn't be a more excited father-to-be, but-” he exhaled sharply and held your cheeks in his warm palms, his eyes glistening, “you come first to me. Always. I can't go on without you and if it ever, godforbid, comes to the decision to choose,” he shook his head, already trying to rid his mind of the terrible images, “I am choosing you over...over… the babies,” he whispered eventually, obviously pained.

You could barely make out the gentle features of your obviously scared boyfriend, because of the emotional tears that welled up in your eyes. You crashed into his chest, pushing yourself as far into him as you could, your hand having a death grip on his long-sleeved shirt. His words moved something inside of you, something much deeper than just a simple word of love and adoration. He really could get under your skin and make you feel special even through uttered words. Baekhyun was something so rare and so precious, it made you weep in gratitude. Because he was yours.

“You won't be going to training this evening?” you asked, emerging from the bedroom after your small afternoon nap you grew to be needing so much.

Baekhyun was crafting up some food in the kitchen and it actually made your stomach grumble in hunger. He looked behind his shoulder. “You're up, babe? Yeah, no training tonight for me. Jiyoung can lead the training by herself. I trust her on that.”

You nodded, coming to stand close to him, reaching up with your hand, drawing circles over his back between his prominent shoulder blades. “I'm glad you will be staying.”

“How are you feeling?”

You shrugged, still a little sleepy. “Alright, no pains so far.”

He smiled at you, nudging his chin towards the empty counter next to him. “Give me company?”

You nodded eagerly and he was fast to bring a chair to help you sit up on the counter before moving the chair out of the way. You leaned back on the cabinets while resting your hands on your belly. “What is daddy making, hm?”

“Something very delicious and packed with all the vitamins mummy needs,” he replied nonchalantly as he was chopping up vegetables.

Humming in satisfaction, you watched Baekhyun do his magic around the kitchen.

“Nothing gives you a tummy ache?” he double-checked again when he took out spam from the fridge.

At the sight of spam, you grew even more excited. “Nope! I already can't wait to try the food,” you wiggled your legs in the air and he laughed.

You chatted away the time he was moving around the kitchen, cooking and preparing plates. He was talking about the competitions and how well they had been doing in the ranks which made you proud, because of course Baekhyun would do well. He always did.

Baekhyun cleaned up the kitchen before serving the food on the plates and he walked to stand in front of you with a gorgeous smile. You returned it, opening your legs so he could stand a little closer, which he did. Leaning in and kissing you gently, he hugged you to him, hiding his face in your neck while one of his hands reached for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up to reveal your stomach. He wordlessly caressed it with gentleness before pulling away to give you another kiss on your lips.

“Love you,” he whispered into your lips, pecking you again.

You giggled and he moved his head to your tummy.

“And I also love each and every one of you, my loves,” he mumbled to the bump and pressed three kisses. Just then, you gasped, feeling the discomfort of the well-known action by now. Couple of tiny feet could be seen on your skin covering your stomach, and both you and Baekhyun laughed affectionately when you saw Baekhyun incredibly happy that the babies were so responsive to his honey-like voice. It had been happening for a few weeks now where he would kiss them goodnight or goodmorning and he would receive a kick in greetings.

Your heart swelled with love and warmth, and for a moment you became eager to see him with the babies and how he would play with them and treat them. He would look so lovely, you thought while watching your boyfriend giggle and caress you a bit more before bringing you into a happy kiss.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled in between and he gave you a curious gaze. You smiled. “I didn't say it back just now.” And then you pressed his cheeks together with your hands. “Aaah, what to do with you, you're so cute! Your cheeks!” you screeched in a coo-voice that made him frown at you which only made him look funnier to you. “Wah, but really, Baekhyunnie, what the hell? It isn't fair for you to be so dangerously hot and then suddenly cute like a puppy!”

“Yah, yah, enough,” he muffled through his squeezed lips, “the food will get cold.”

“But you are soooo cuuuteeee!”

“Enou-”

“Who are you this cute for?” you rambled on, giggling happily and finally let go of the poor man.

Baekhyun leaned away, still in shock at your antiques, though you could see amusement glistening in his eyes. “I suggest not to do this to our babies. It's a traumatic experience.”

You burst out laughing and he followed too,when he suddenly became serious and leaned in closer, his breath fanning your ear which sent shivers down your spine, halting your laughing fit. “You're so lucky I can't do anything to you right now, sweetheart. But just know that I am keeping a punishment list for you once you give birth, mummy.” You felt his hands squeezing the outer side of your thighs, his fingers sliding down and under your knees.

You swallowed harshly and looked at him when he turned to look at you. “That was hot.”

He smirked. “So I'm not so cute anymore, huh?”

It has been a day now that you started to feel slight pains just like on the days when you had a strong, painful menstruation. When the first wave hit, you started to get a feeling of what was about to happen. You just didn’t expect it to start happening so... soon. There were still a few weeks left. Were you even ready for what was about to go down very soon? You had to be even if you weren’t.

The next day you went to bed in peace, Baekhyun bringing your body closer to his even when he knew you would grow very warm over the night and shift away. He caressed your bump before he lifted the blanket and your shirt, and moved to kiss the skin tenderly.

“Goodnight, my loves,” he pressed three kisses and kept looking a little longer in hopes to see a kick back in reply. Few days ago one of the babies kept kicking like crazy and Baekhyun concluded it was the hapkido baby. You giggled, already imagining Baekhyun teaching your kids hapkido, them in their little uniforms and having little, clumsy moves.

“No activity today,” he rasped with an amused smile as he lied down next to you properly but you stopped him with a guilty smile. “Huh, what is it?”

“I really need to pee. Can you come with me to the toilet? Pleaseee,” you wailed, trying not to wiggle too much because you were growing uncomfortable with the slow start of contractions and the pee pressing down on your uterus.

Baekhyun smiled and nodded. “Let’s go.” He took your hand and helped you up.

Quickly tiptoeing to the bathroom, once finally inside, he leaned against the sink while you sat down on the toilet, looking up at him with big eyes.

He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt tightening around his pecks.

You felt a stronger wave of pain in your lower tummy and you groaned gently as your pee seemed to become endless. Baekhyun noticed too.

“Wow, when was the last time you went to the toilet? That’s a lot of pee there, mummy,” he joked, mistaking your groaning for relief but you didn’t feel the relief peeing was supposed to give you anymore.

You raised your butt lightly and looked between your legs (or wherever you could look due to the big tummy) at the water-like liquid streaming strongly down your thighs.

“You okay?” asked Baekhyun, frowning when he saw you looking longer than it was normal.

Another small, but stronger wave of pain washed over your insides and you felt like crying as you looked up at your concerned boyfriend. It was about to start.

“Baekhyun. My water broke.”

“I'm so scared, Baekhyun,” you whimpered when you were in the hospital room, both of you left alone until the contractions would get intense enough to go into labour. “I'm so scared.”

Finally, you could let your guard down. You were heaving, your body already reacting to the pains, growing more and more frequent and painful. Sitting on a huge, pink pilates ball, you tried to sway your body on it while your arm was connected to an IV drip, but there were tears streaming down your face..

“Shh, shh, it's alright, you're alright, baby,” he cooed gently as he sat behind you on a chair to hold you up. “You're doing great.”

You pressed your lips together to prevent an ugly sob. “But what if-”

“No what ifs,” he replied calmly from behind, sweeping your hair back and tying it into a messy ponytail so it wouldn't be in the way. “Everything is going as planned, honey.”

You were quiet for a minute, fighting the bulge in your throat. Your legs were wobbly and it seemed like you were heading straight into a panic attack, which was anything but good.

Baekhyun, sensing your stiff composure, stood up and right in front of you, helping you up on your legs. “Sweetheart,” he mumbled lovingly, searching your gaze. You focused your eyes on him. “I've got you. I'm here and we will get through this together.” He held you close, eventually deciding to hug you. “If you need to cry, do it. Don't hold back.” Lazily, he drew circles over your lower back that he knew was the most painful part of your back. It brought instant relaxation, though you still hissed at another wave of contractions that made your knees weak.

Baekhyun supported you, holding you up as you groaned, hiding your face in his neck. “It hurts,” you whimpered weakly and let out another groan when a strong pull rushed through your lower abdomen. Your breathing grew frantic, sweat breaking around your hairline.

“I think-” you paused, squeezing your eyes shut as the contraction wouldn't go away.

“Let's call the nurse,” suggested Baekhyun before quickly helping you sit down.

You would have called after him to stop him from going away from you, but you lied back down, pushing your legs together, the pain growing almost unbearable.

Nurse arrived quickly followed by your boyfriend who tried his best not to look too shocked. After a quick check-up, the nurse smiled. “We are ready!”

Three babies being born (two girls, one boy) too early, you were separated from them right after squeezing them out. Not having time to even properly hold them, you only got to see the nurses placing them in the blanket before rushing them out of the room while their cries were piercing through your ears. You were swimming between complete exhaustion and overdrive as you cried from pain that came from your body as a woman who just gave birth and at the same time as a mother who couldn't even hold her babies in her arms after finally helping them out and into the world.

Baekhyun was completely helpless, standing next to you and trying to get a glimpse of the little ones, but he wouldn't let go of your hand. You were desperately holding onto him for dear life.

Feeling his own tears roll down his cheeks at what just happened, Baekhyun quickly brought your head to him, hugging it to his chest while you cried, your voice already hoarse from screaming before.

Nurses were roaming around you and it was just a matter of seconds as you heard them telling you they had to stitch you up and your doctor, the ever-so-kind doctor, appeared in front of you. “Give her anesthesia.” She looked at you and Baekhyun, who wouldn't let go of you. “The babies will be alright, but they need to be in the incubator for the time being because of the early birth, sweetie. Please calm down. Right now we have to stitch you up.”

“S-stitch me up?” you stuttered.

She had an apologetic smile and she shot a glance at Baekhyun, who straightened up. “You are severely torn up. So let's quickly tend to the open wound.”

You grew almost sick at the idea and you were sure Baekhyun was completely frozen, though he snapped out of it pretty quickly as you whimpered again in fear. Exhaustion was taking over you quickly.

“You're doing phenomenally, my superwoman,” Baekhyun whispered into your ear as he caressed your hair, pressing multiple kisses there. He was completely shaken up by what he had just witnessed in the past hours, but he had to stay strong for you just a little longer.

You sighed once more before you saw the doctor ducking between your legs again and starting another small intervention.

You closed your eyes and focused on Baekhyun's powerful presence.

You were left without your three babies.

You were left torn open.

But you were alive.

You all were alive.

#baekhyun fanfiction #exo fanfiction #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun romance #baekhyun domestic au #baekhyun pregnancy au #exo fluff #exo romance #baekhyun smut #exo smut #mywritings

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moonawrites · 3 years

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it’s 2 am, i just finished fcac in 2 sittings (had to take a break to shower and brush my teeth etc), and i AM CURRENTLY SCREAMING.

to be 100% honest, i’m kind of surprised at how much i ended up liking the fic. it all seemed so silly and cliche at first, and it was supposed to be just a fun lighthearted time. but now i am thoroughly, passionately invested, and i really did have a full-on break down in that last chapter (in a good way, of course).

sending you all the love and patiently waiting for an update <3

that's funny, when I started writing fcac it was supposed to be lighthearted and fun and then suddenly i was having a full on break down too 🤩 i'm thrilled you had fun reading and glad to hear you took a hygiene break haha. thank you 💕

#ask #barnabasthebarmy #fcac

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durotoswrites · 3 years

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🧑💎🎁 i hope you feel better soon by the way! i’ve never had heat exhaustion but it sounds scary 😦

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I'm feeling mostly like myself this evening. It wiped me out a lot more than expected it to. Thank you everyone for the get well wishes!

🧑 Favorite character to write:

Short answer: Harvest Moon’s Cliff (all incarnations)

Long answer: I don’t think it’s really any secret that my favorite Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons characters to write for are the ones that reside at Doug’s Inn. I see Doug, Ann, Gray, Kai, and Cliff as a large, dysfunctional family – AKA Doug and all of his children, haha. There are so many different personalities in one small space playing off of one another, and there’s so much fun to be had. I loved how all the guys in shared a room in the GBA version of Mineral Town. It kinda reminds me of those cheesy sitcoms where clashing personalities all reside under the same roof. That being said, there is a particular shy, reclusive young man who blossoms with confidence as he finds purpose in his life. Bonus: he comes with a vague, tragic past that has tons of potential for exploration. I have a hard time resisting woobie-type characters.

💎Favorite trope to write?

Ah, there are so many tropes out there…

I really like writing characters who appear to be strong, but if they get hit in that crack in their armor, they just fall apart. Kinda like how in TSN Karen is very soft for her friends despite coming off as sassy and in control, and more recently some stuff has been going on with Gray, who typically can keep a stoic (or at least pissed-off) expression. Having those “stronger” characters actually lean on someone is really satisfying to write, and it’s also a great way to showcase how the “softer” characters are actually really strong themselves. On the flipside of that, I also like writing softer characters slowly realizing their strong points and becoming more confident, too.

Do those count as tropes?

Other ones that I like (not a conclusive list):

SLOW BURN

Found family

“It’s not what it looks like!”

P I N I N G

Awkward flirting

Begrudging friendships that turn into besties

Smartass with a heart of gold

Liquid courage

Party scenes in general

Cameos

Only one bed

🎁 Have a quote from a WIP?

I would take this to mean a quote for something upcoming. Here's a snippet for the next chapter of The Shy Newcomer that I drafted last night. Spoilers under the cut!

Cliff rinsed off his razor and continued, realizing how long it had felt since he had washed up and shaved on his own. He frowned; Elli was likely worn ragged from all the care she put into him. He thought of her kind eyes as she had helped him into the bath, her gentle voice as the warm water lapped over his skin. The nurse had told lighthearted tales about her and Stu or silly moments she and Mary had shared to keep the mood light and eliminate any awkwardness between them as she tended to him.

He had caught her eye from time to time as she had cut his hair, her cheeks blushing to a bright pink as she let out a nervous laugh, continuing her work. She really had been far too kind.

I asked too much of Elli...

I asked too much of everyone.

Maybe I always have.

The shaky smile he had forced on his lips dropped as he caught his eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

It's not a 'maybe' – it's a 'definitely'.

He focused on the tired bags under his eyes; they had been getting better but last night left him looking as exhausted as he felt. His face had lost a lot of the boyish roundness that was in his family photo. It had only become slimmer since he moved into town and he couldn't tell if he simply looked older or sickly. His gaze traveled down the scars that crawled up his arms and he let out a heavy sigh when he spotted an offensive row of marks and fading bruises left from the IV treatments Elli gave him; he avoided fixating on his reflection for a reason.

So pathetic... I'm not even allowed to lift things at work right now...

His gaze moved down his bare torso, and he sighed at his narrow waist. He was a far cry from his strong, barrel-chested father. Surely Flint had been much more capable than Cliff was when he was his age.

You can still almost see my ribs. It's like I undid a lot of the weight I managed to put back on...

I'm sorry Elli had to look at... all of this.

Bright sapphire eyes with flushed cheeks and wisps of golden hair made his heart throb, remembering the other evening.

Why would Claire ever want to kiss me? I'm so-

He was grateful for the smart rapping at the bathroom door.

“Yo! You can wear another one of my sweatshirts if you want today!” Gray's voice sounded more like a command than an offer. “Supposed to be cold...”

Cliff tore his eyes from the mirror grateful his trance had been broken. “Oh, uh... I have something I can wear...”

#ask box games #writing

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mistytpednaem · 3 years

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So, what’s up with Another Me?

Honestly, I tried to draft this post, but the mental block made me decide to just go for it stream-of-consciousness style. Which I hope doesn’t bode poorly or anything. But here goes!

The Past and the Present

As you may know, I’ve been at this for a while now! Since 2014, in fact. In that time, I’ve gotten through the prologue and... most of chapter one (fun fact: I do have the entirety of this story mapped out! We are transitioning into what should be the final scene of this chapter. Originally, I wanted to make this post - or something along these lines - once I finished the chapter, but I figured since the year was about to end I’d be better off doing it now).

Now, let’s not mince words: that is a long time. I have six chapters total (not counting the prologue) mapped out for this comic, and there is more I’d like to do beyond it (what I like to call Arc 2, or, as you may or may not know: The Part Where My Pet Character Marco Evangelisti Actually Shows Up). If I keep going at the current pace, I will probably not be done within my lifetime. So, if I’m aware of this, what gives?

... I mean, damn. There’s a lot I could point to; I was finishing my degree until 2016, and I suppose that takes something out of you. I have unreasonably high expectations for myself, as the people closest to me know. “2020 was a bad year for everyone,” I tell myself, before I also go on to say, “but even though updates slowed down even more this year, it’s not like they’ve been particularly speedy for the past couple of years, and I haven’t had that bad of a year anyway, so that’s a shoddy excuse.” And then some semblance of reasonable thought comes over me and reminds me my grandfather had a stroke in March of last year and passed away in early June of this year, and I’m like “I mean, okay, I guess I’ve been through SOME things.”

But lighthearted reflections aside, there are more actionable problems I have identified - such as, in an overarching sense, my attitude. My friends made me realise this some time late last year, and while I’ve been trying to work on it, I have to admit I’ve made very little progress: at some point, I developed a seriously unhealthy relationship with my art. Here is how my workflow has tended to go:

Start scripting update. I have a small readership, but that’s okay; I am grateful for every suggestion, I can work with this, and I AM building towards something that excites me.

Script done, regardless of insecurities. It’s time to start working on the actual panels. This sketch didn’t come out exactly the way I intended, but hopefully it still works (alternatively: this sketch looks promising! I am excited about this sketch. Sometimes, I do feel happy with my sketches).

Oh dear. I was hoping the lineart would help a little (alternatively: oh dear. the lineart completely ruined this perfectly fine sketch). Maybe it’ll still look alright with colour?

Oh no. I hate it, actually. I suppose I’m too sloppy; I should be more careful next time.

(Repeat for however many panels i have planned for an update, typically with mounting guilt the longer I take on each one, because I keep taking longer and longer and, to my eyes, there is no improvement.)

Well, as my friends keep reminding me, done is better than perfect. Let’s post it!

The update is posted to a small readership and a quiet response, which, again, is okay, but leaves me wanting for feedback that I cannot get because I am reluctant to spread the word for several reasons, one of them being that I’ve convinced myself my work isn’t good enough.

Rinse and repeat, with the process continuing to be slow - if not turning exponentially slower - because apparently when things make you feel bad your brain starts wanting to protect you from them.

Apologies if this is a little harsh, but it is genuinely the most sincere breakdown of The Whole Deal that I can produce.

The good news is there are things I can do about this! Not easy things, granted, as they tie deeply into a lot of the recurring neuroses in my life, but in theory, the more I embrace imperfection, and the less I worry, the faster I should be able to work, and I should start getting some serotonin out of the whole thing again. In theory. This is not the only issue, however, and I have good and bad news about the other issue I’ve identified:

I don’t think the forum adventure format is working in its current shape.

It’s not about the suggestions - I love working with suggestions! Reader interaction is fun, it’s already shaped a good number of things and I hope it continues to do so. It’s more of a matter of visibility. Tragically, forums are not the most In Vogue things these days, and that reflects itself in, well, poor visibility. I’ve tried to remedy this by allowing suggestions through MSPFA, Tumblr and Twitter as well, but honestly, it hasn’t helped much. I think I’ve only gotten one or two suggestions through MSPFA? And don’t get me wrong, I’m sure this is in great part because of my passive role in getting the word out! But it’s all contributing towards this strange, shrinking spiral of a feedback loop.

The good news is that, since I have identified this problem, there should be an actionable solution. The bad news is I’m not quite sure what form that solution should take just yet.

The Future

Whew, that was a lot. So, what’s in store for 2021 and beyond?

Well, er, like I’ve implied, I’m a little unsure. But that’s my default state of existence, so let’s go over what I think.

When I finish chapter one, I would like to find a proper hosting place for AM. As I said, I don’t think the forum thing is quite working out, and MSPFA is a wonderful website, but I feel AM has little to do with most of the content on it beyond the second-person narration and the script-style dialogues. Whether that means a change in format is needed along with the change in hosting, I’m not sure; I would like to keep the whole “one panel per page with text underneath it” deal, which... should be doable on most places, but in this current year, I’m frankly not sure how it would come across, haha.

(I’m also not sure what this hosting place should be, mind you; potentially a wordpress blog with a layout tailored for comics, but drawing isn’t actually my day job, so I’m not sure how viable paying for a domain name might be. Or hosting, for that matter, should I need it - but imgur has been friendly enough of an image host so far.)

What I do know is that I want to keep the suggestions, even though I’m not entirely sure how well that will work without a forum structure. Comments on a post, perhaps? Maybe. But we can’t forget that this doesn’t solve one of the other big issues, which is my reluctance to advertise. And there’s still, you know, my unhealthy, unreasonably high standards affecting my entire workflow.

... But that all kind of comes back to one thing, doesn’t it? The fear of taking the plunge? That’s what I need to overcome. Plans are a good first step, but they mean nothing if I don’t act on them. Which is part of the reason I’m talking about all this - so people can hold me to my plans.

(Plus, like, offer feedback and opinions. That’s very valuable too.)

This whole Future section is a whole lot more uncertain than, I think, even I hoped for when I started writing this post. But I hope what I’m trying to say comes across in some kind of way - not just in the sense of this being elucidating (which, don’t get me wrong, hopefully it is!), but also as far as conveying my feelings to my friends and readers is concerned.

I’m going to keep trying, and I know I’m a little lacking in the Doing department, but now you all know what’s been on my mind. Thank you all for the support, stay safe in These Trying Times, and hopefully we can all keep growing together.

#another me

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