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CHRISTMAS SPIRIT 🎅🏼🎅🏼⁉️⁉️
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dylanduke.25 : Christmas is an annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ, observed primarily on December 25 as religious and cultural celebration among billions of people around the world.
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a/n: as yall can tell i was supposed to publish this last Christmas 😖😖😖😖 but i forgot and did it today 😏😏 anyways this is a short chapter so hopefully you enjoy this :)
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DRAGONSPAWN - 02
02 – Daughter Of Valyrian Doom
Prologue, 01, 03
- Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and other stuff you don’t recognize from the books and the show. This chapter is also highly inspired by the first book, everything you recognize belongs to our god of death George R. R. Martin.
- Warning: This story is rated M. It will contain incest, violence, blood, gore and other mature themes. It is GoT fanfiction after all. Expect more AU in the coming chapters and all the other fluffy stuff.
"When I am queen I will insist with perfect scars upon my wrists that everything you once held dear is taken away from you. When I am queen sweet girlscout's face and not a one will fall from grace if all their hearts I could replace, but until then I'll have to drown myself."
– ‘When I am Queen’ by Jack Off Jill
Dothraki loved to dance. They thought that dancing will turn them into legendary stallions and mares. They thought magical dancing will make them appear as they are horses caught in the storm, in the wild winds of a magnificent century. With their shamelessness, bloodthirst and sex they saw a future for them breaking the world with their hordes. Enemy widows and children crying and dying, begging gloriously for their deaths.
Visenya saw them differently. They are so predictable. Just chaos and brute force. No strategy. No order. Fine killers, but a terrible army. She lazily watched from the sides as women and men both danced before Daenerys and Drogo. Their wedding was anything but boring. Apparently Dothraki shared Visenya’s distaste for unnecessary bards and their tedious songs. They preferred killing and fucking in front of the whole world. And they compare themselves with horses? They are more like rabid dogs in heat. Visenya scoffed in her head. This whole thing was getting ridiculous to her. She was having seconds taught about this plan to take them across the sea. But what done is done. Khal will never give Dany back now.
"A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair." Fat magister leaned to her brother and they laughed. Older Targaryen girl only frowned as the blood of decapitated Dothraki sprayed across the ground. They’re killing their own for pleasures of the flesh. Do they eat they dead as well? Viserys and she were seated just below Daenerys. They both wore black with scarlet dragons decorating the abyss. Illyrio and Ser Jorah sat beside him. Theirs was a place of high honor, just below the Khal’s own bloodriders
Visenya took a glass of fermented mare’s milk to her nose and quickly removed it trying not to vomit from the strong smell. Roasted horseflesh wasn’t so bad, and honey had just the right flavor to it, but this milk was too much. She soon turned back to Illyrio’s wine.
“My fellow magisters have doubled the size of the city guard,” Illyrio told them over platters of honey duck and orange snap peppers one night at the manse that had been Drogo’s. The Khal had joined his khalasar, his estate given over to Daenerys, Visenya, and their brother until the wedding.
“Best we get Princess Daenerys wedded quickly before they hand half the wealth of Pentos away to sellswords and bravos,” Ser Jorah Mormont jested. The exile had offered her brother his sword the night Dany had been sold to Khal Drogo; Viserys had accepted eagerly. Visenya, on the other hand, was suspicious of him and his name. You are just paranoid. She told herself day after. Lions and fat stag can’t get to us here.
Magister Illyrio laughed lightly through his forked beard, but Viserys and Visenya did not so much as a smile. “He can have her tomorrow, if he likes,” her brother said. He glanced over at Dany, and she lowered her eyes. “So long as he pays the price.”
Illyrio waved a languid hand in the air, rings glittering on his fat fingers. “I have told you, all is settled. Trust me. The Khal has promised you a crown, and you shall have it.”
“Yes, but when?”
“When the Khal chooses,” Illyrio said. “He will have the girl first, and after they are wed he must make his procession across the plains and present her to the dosh khaleen at Vaes Dothrak. After that, perhaps. If the omens favor war.”
Visenya’s purple eyes slightly narrowed. The magister’s answer was, even more, pleasing to Viserys who seethed with impatience. “I piss on Dothraki omens. The Usurper sits on my father’s throne. How long must I wait?”
Illyrio gave a massive shrug. “You have waited for most of your life, great king. What are another few months, another few years?”
Few more years – few more nooses around our necks. The Older silver haired girl answered in her mind.
Ser Jorah nodded in agreement, much to Visenya’s annoyance. “I counsel you to be patient, Your Grace. The Dothraki are true to their word, but they do things in their own time. A lesser man may beg a favor from the Khal, but must never presume to berate him.”
Viserys bristled. “Guard your tongue, Mormont, or I’ll have it out. I am no lesser man, I am the rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. The dragon does not beg.” Ser Jorah lowered his eyes respectfully. Illyrio smiled enigmatically and tore a wing from the duck. Honey and grease ran over his fingers and dripped down into his beard as he nibbled at the tender meat.
"They will cross the sea and kill our enemies as promised. I’ll drag them in the chain there is I have to." Visenya said sharply and Mormont stiffened at her coldness but remind silent none the less. Illyrio stopped eating and grinned looking at Targaryen princess, with pieces of meat still visible between his teeth, "Now that would be an interesting sight to see."
He is mocking me. Visenya opened her mouth to bark at him. To scream and stab her host with a knife from a nearby table when she felt firm grip of her brother’s hand. Rage was replaced with disappointment as her fires were restrained, for now. Pity. Dothraki would love to see more blood. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to calm herself more. She sensed Viserys’ fingers intertwining with hers. He was holding her hand tightly, much like a man clinging to a rock that was saving him from drowning. Opening her light orbs, she met the darker shade. They promised flames, hers promised vengeance.
When at last the sun was low in the sky, Khal Drogo clapped his hands together, and the drums and the shouting and feasting came to a sudden halt. Visenya watched as Drogo stood and pulled Dany to her feet beside him. It was time for bride gifts.
Her brother Viserys gifted her with three handmaids and her sister Visenya gave her miniature dragon made of crystal, the only possession she had from Westeros.
"It’s for good luck," Visenya told her sister. "It brought our ancestors hope when they forgot who they are." Dany thank warmly at her sister’s gesture knowing it was hard for her to give up only thing she had from home. Still, Visenya was content with the knowledge that Daenerys will keep it safe. She will need it more than me after this is over.
Ser Jorah Mormont apologized for his gift. “It is a small thing, my princess, but all a poor exile could afford,” he said as he laid a small stack of old books before her. Then Illyrio murmured a command, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze. When she opened it, she found piles of the finest velvets and damasks the Free Cities could produce … and resting on top, nestled in the soft cloth, three huge eggs. One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks. Another was pale cream streaked with gold. The last was black, as black as a midnight sea, yet alive with scarlet ripples and swirls. “What are they?” Visenya’s sister asked, her voice hushed and full of wonder.
“Dragon’s eggs, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai,” said Magister Illyrio. “The eons have turned them to stone, yet still they burn bright with beauty.”
They are not like mine. Visenya noticed quickly. Something was odd about them. She could feel them rippling from the distance. They are not like mine. I can sense them, but they are silent. And silent they were with calling of a different kind. Visenya didn’t like how they slept.
Visenya didn’t want to go with khalasar. She wanted to stay behind and make backup plans, but Viserys did not want even hear about it. And that was that no arguing or common sense could ever change his mind anymore. He wanted to make sure Drogo does what he promised. Problem was, Visenya knew, not that Drogo will not honor what he said, the problem is when he will take his khalasar across the Narrow Sea. Being so close to making that final step, so close to sailing home, Daenerys’ siblings were constantly on the edge. She was always so sheltered. Visenya often remembered. She was never there when the Red Keep fell. Sweet sister never had a responsibility of a failure. When Rhaegar was killed, the weight of the throne fell on Viserys. Targaryen loyalist filled his head every day what he must do, what is his destiny. Their father promised him the crown as it was his birthright, and when Visenya was born he promised her to Viserys as well. Older Targaryen girl was aware that she was speared mostly from such bothering of those loyal to her great House. Firstly, she was a woman. A woman can never hold the throne alone. Secondly, she was born as the third child, and the middle doesn’t favor even the male heirs. While Visenya was pestered with head filling fact about her destiny to fallow her brother like her mother did their father, she was mostly left alone. Dany, on the other hand, was never touched by such stories. She was the youngest child. A princess that everyone protected. Tales for her where gentle. No one ever died in them and dragon knights always saved their ladies.
Silver locks fell into her pretty face when khalasar was suddenly halted. She stopped her golden coated horse who obeyed instantly when one Dothraki yelled from the front of the horde. Of course, he obeyed. It was theirs after all. This stallion was one of the few palomino horses they had in their khalasar, Drogo’s bloodrider Qotho gave him to Visenya, as her black mere died few years back.
She didn’t like Qotho at all. He called her jeshven nayat; icy girl, when she ignored him when he was speaking with her. He laughed off hysterically at her confusion when she asked Ser Jorah what the last words meant. Visenya fumed at Mormont’s revelation. "It means ‘icy girl’, princess. He also complimented your eyes."
As khalasar was halted, Visenya was informed that their horses will rest here before taking them any further. She was then soon taken to her tent by one of the Dothraki girls that Daenerys sent to serve her and keep company when she couldn’t. Her younger sister was obviously trying her best to help Viserys and Visenya feel safe and welcomed here. As days when bay and more Dany spent time with these horseman, more bolder and confident she was becoming. Good. Little sister is learning. Visenya smiled when she saw her next to Khal earlier this day.
Entering her tent with Dothraki girl Nehagi, Visenya found herself once again surrounded with horse skins, furs and all kinds of breeds of mud and dirt. She wrinkled her nose before putting her black hooded cape on the bed. She was wearing her ridding attire decorated with ruby red dragons, but even that couldn’t prepare her for days of riding. This was a rare day the horde stopped, which was only to feed and water their horses, and now Visenya could feel all the aftermath of riding. Everything on her hurt. Her legs, skin, hair…
She was standing in the middle of the tent with her eyes closed trying to relax her aching muscles when Nehagi spoke up, "My lady?"
Targaryen girl opened her eyes slightly surprised. Dany must have taught her that. She slowly turned towards the dark skinned girl behind her. She was a small but visible strong young woman. Her long black hair was tied into a loose braid and her big brown eyes observed Visenya with hidden fear behind their doe innocence. "You can speak the Common tongue?"
"Little. Khaleesi spoke to me some." The girl slowly answered, her exotic accent and a weak grasp of the language clearly showing.
"That will be sufficient." Visenya nodded in approval before starting to undress herself further. "I will need a bath." Nehagi quickly did as she was ordered to do and left the tent to fetch some hot water.
The silver haired girl was about to last piece of her black attire when she felt strong pull over to the chest in the corner of skin decorated tent. Without hesitation she when to open it. It was there as always, her bloody colored dragon egg. It’s warm. She noticed when she took it in her small hands. Do you feel the presence of your brothers? Visenya wondered as she stroked its scaly surface. Visibly, the egg was still the same. Dead as ever. But Visenya felt a sudden wave of adrenalin every time she touched it. It began when Dany got her three eggs from Illyrio. Strange feeling in Visenya’s chests was subtle at first, but as the sun went and came again over and over again, that feeling became stronger. Something has changed. Visenya knew it in her bones.
After carefully locking the red stone up again, Visenya finally full undressed herself feeling immediate relief to be out from the stench of horses and their manure. Nehagi entered the tent with a pot filled with hot water and hurriedly emptied it in the wooded tub. She swiftly turned to go fetch the next one when Visenya called her name, "You are in the hurry." She observed.
Nehagi stopped dead in her tracks as her dark eyes met purple ones. Silver princess continued archly, "When I think about it, all of you are in a hurry to run away from me. Why is that, horse girl?" The Dothraki never stuck too long around Visenya. At first, it didn’t bother her, but as time went by their running away and hushed whispering in wild language just became annoying. Except Qotho, no one of her people ever came near her.
"They are afraid of you. There are stories." Nehagi answered truthfully.
"Stories?" Visenya asked curiously now.
Nehagi nodded, "Yes. Stories. We hear Khaleesi talk about the scar on you. You have no heart, yet you alive. That’s blood magic. A bad omen. Some say you will steal their heart to replace what you lack."
Visenya’s palm subconsciously touched long scar between her breasts. At least, she is honest. "Then why do you serve me? Aren’t you afraid I will rip your heart from the chest and feast upon it like a monster that I am?"
The Dothraki girl paused before finding her words, "I serve because Khaleesi told me so. And I don’t believe in what others speak. My lady looks nothing like Doom of Valyria." After a long time, Visenya laughed. Doom of Valyria indeed. Maybe it’s better this way. As long as they fear me I will have control.
Nehagi was not affected by her lady’s sudden outburst of laughter. She observed silver haired girl a lot as she did her biding. She understood how and why so little she smiled.
Cold.
Visenya suddenly felt cold. She stopped laughing as her breath was throw out from her lungs. The pain from the memory was suddenly back. Like it was called forth by some ironic god. Falling on her knees, Visenya lost herself in the pain. She could hear Nehagi calling her name in panic and iron pot hitting the ground. The girl hurried next to Visenya trying to comprehend what is happening. But Targaryen princess was miles ways from answering. The only thing she wanted is for the pain to stop. Realizing that she couldn’t help her lady, Nehagi yelled something in Dothraki before everything went blurry for Visenya.
Next thing she remembers was many people entering the room rushing next to her naked body, shaking her and trying to get her attention. They couldn’t chase her pain away and every breath she took felt like another dagger between her breasts.
It was becoming too much for her so she just let go all of her strength. The last thing she remembers was few Dothraki keeping their distance at the entrance of the tent, Ser Jorah desperately trying to find the source of her pain, Viserys yelling and pushing him out of the way harshly, then taking her in his arms.
I am weak. Scared, weak, they are all seeing me broken. Her last toughs before blackness were of fires.
"Love always wakes the dragon and
suddenly
flames everywhere."
– Richard Siken
#game of thrones#got#fanfic#oc#imagine#romance#daenerys targaryen#dragons#house targaryen#dark#viserys targaryen
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boyscout camper mao mao!
remembered when i went camping as a girlscout from forever ago
he pretends to have a tiny adventure in the woods but actually it’s just him playing around the edge of the forest near his house while his sisters watch over him
at one point he’s about to eat a beetle and one of his sisters is like “MAO MAO WHAT DO YOU HAVE!?!”, but he just shoves it in his mouth and runs away like a little gremlin while she chases after him
brunhilde taught him how to catch fish with a spear
he got impatient with the marshmallow but also got distracted by the fire so it caught on fire, can relate, fire is mesmerizing
art reference i based his uniform off of the wood scouts from camp camp
i basically traced the tent tho tbh, lost the art reference :/
#art mine#2021 art mine#digital art#shapeshiftinterest#cartoons#mao mao heroes of pure heart#mmhoph#mao mao's sisters#mao mao#fanfiction prompts#cats#bugs#fish#animals#basically traced that tent tbh :/#yes i was a girlscout from before#no i didn't eat random berries or acorns#no i didn't go fishing#this isn't an alternate universe btw#just an idea i had
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Girl Scout Fangirls
rrequest: Would you be able to write a Spencer Reid x reader (who are dating) where after Spencer goes to reader's house a few times, a group of little girls knock on reader's door to ask if their "boyfriend" is there and reader says he's not their boyfriend to mess with them and one of the girls says "do you think he could be my boyfriend?" and reader take the story of the Reid fan club of giggly girls back to the BAU the next day?
Warnings: Nothing :) Pure fluff.
A/N: This is a shorter, more drabble fic, and it isn’t my best work, but i just couldn’t get motivated at all when writing it, im so sorry!
You had noticed the group of four little girls watching your boyfriend after the fifth time he came over, but you had simply brushed their ogling eyes off and took Spencer inside to cuddle.
The next time he’s supposed to come, he has to reschedule and your sad momentarily, but hurried knocks at your door quickly fix your day.
Opening the door, you crouch down to the young girls’ height, you speak in a cheery voice.
“Hiya! What can I do for you?”
“Is our boyfriend here today?”
You’re momentarily taken aback, a smile still on your face.
Surely they don’t mean Spencer right?
“Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah! He’s super tall and has long hair and he’s super handsome!”
They mean Spencer.
You let out a light chuckle. You were not letting Spencer live down the tale of the Girlscout fangirls any time soon.
“Girls, he isn’t your boyfriend.”
“Can he be my boyfriend?”
The girls couldn’t be more than five or six, so you sat on your butt, preparing to tell a story to get their attention away from Spencer.
“Lemme tell you girls something. He’s ancient! Super old! Do you girls believe in dragons?” The girls eyes widen and they nod eagerly, “Well he’s a dragon!”
The girls gasp, looking at each other frantically in fear.
“Then are you the princess he kidnapped?”
Sounds accurate enough.
“Yes! He took me from my kingdom and keeps me here! Quickly, if you get caught by him you may never return! I will be fine, but you must return to your homes! Go now before he catches you!”
The scream and run away, making you laugh and stand up. You always loved the idea of having children, but not right now. Spencer came by about an hour later, laughing at the story of the little girls when you told him.
“I’m not that old.”
“They don’t know that.”
He laughs, snuggling you closer into his chest. You two stayed curled up against each other for quite some time.
The next day, you bring the tale to the other members of your team.
“Big news everyone! Gather around!”
You shout, Spencer sighed, plopping his head in his hands with a smirk as everyone creates a circle next to you.
“Don’t tell me. You’re pregnant?”
Rossi guesses.
“Oh no! Not gonna be pregnant until we’re married. Buuuuuuuut, Spencer has a fanclub!”
Spencer groans, plopping his head on your shoulder. You go on to tell them about the group of little girls, adding every adorable detail.
“Ha! She called you ancient!”
“Those girls sound adorable!”
Penelope says, you nod your head, your eyes furrowing together as she grabs you arms.
“I know, I just wanted to smuggle them with hugs!”
You respond, petting Spencer’s head from behind you. Derek continued to tease Spencer as you spoke with JJ and Garcia excitedly, talking about how adorable it was.
Derek never let Spencer live down the tale of his fangirls, and the girls often visited you to hear tales of “The dragon” and just to see if you needed to “escape”. Their parents found out and invited you to dinners often, keeping the girls entertained was fun.
As for you and Spencer, you found out you really wanted kids, and Spencer gladly gave them to you.
#criminal minds#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds fic#spencer reid#dr. spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fan fiction#spencer reid x y/n#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#derek morgan#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#luke alvez
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I just found your blog and it is ✨amazing ✨
Anyways, I love how you do match-ups! (I've never asked for one so this is my first time!) Can it be with Star Wars Prequels, Mandalorian, Star Wars Originals and Marvel (MCU)
My name is Leanne, I'm 16, I'm a Virgo ♍, I'm a girl and I'm straight. I am quite a shy person due to my anxiety but once I get to know someone, I'll never stop talking to them.
I only speak sarcasm and quotes
My entire life is based around TV shows, Movies, writing, gaming and TikTok.
I find it hard to have attachments but once I do, I never break the bond that is there.
My trust for people has gone down the drain since my ex broke up with me to get with my best friend.
I don't back down from arguments or fights (but when girls come for the hair ✋) and I usually am the one to find ways to put big words in to demolish the other person (yes, I'm a little bit of a bish when someone angers me)
When I get my 'attacks' (anxiety of anger flares) it's hard to get over. Sometimes I wish I just had someone who didn't try and tell me to "calm down" and just sat next to me and hugged me, saying it would get better, ya know? I hate it when people say "calm down"...Like...THATS WHAT IM TRYING TO DO DEBRA ✋
My humor is quite dark/dry but sometimes it is light and appropriate.
I'm taking a Level 3 course for Early Years Child care.
I hope this is enough for the match-up, it is my first time so I'm sorry if it's terrible but it would mean the world if you would do one for me!!
(Btw, you're the first person I've like opened up to 🖤🖤)
Keep up with your amazing work ❤️❤️
~Leanne (but you can call me Lea) xx
please I’m crying. I almost finished this request and then my Tumblr crashed and it didn’t save ;-;
Anyways, thanks for your request and thanks for the compliment! It really made my day ;-;. Also, your remark about people telling you to “calm down” is so reLATABLE. PLEASE IT’S SUCH A PROBLEM.
For the Mandalorian, I ship you with Din!
• This one was probably the most obvious. Sarcastic humor? Trouble forming attachments? Say less.
• Okay, so as stated, this man has trouble forming attachments too. He could be a Jedi for all I care. But we see how much he truly cares when he becomes connected to Grogu. The same goes for you. One time you’re fighting him, then you’re traveling with him through the galaxy while babysitting a green frog with overgrown ears.
• He is sarcastic himself too, so you’ll often have loads of (fake) arguments that mainly consists out of stupid, sassy comments. It’s hilarious really, because it’s the one thing that can truly make him laugh.
• He knows you don’t hold back during arguments. Sometimes, someone will disrespect Din or Grogu and then you just go off, saying anything you want to against that person. Din will just be standing in the background, holding Grogu’s ears while his face is similar to this one: o-o
For the prequels, I ship you with Obi-Wan!
• This one was a bit difficult for me, so it might be a bit out of character. Sorry in advance!
• He is the sass-king himself, but he knows his boundaries. You do not. Sometimes you’ll be talking before thinking and he’ll be the one to tell you to shut up. At first, you’ll test the waters and make another remark, but when you see his face, you quickly stop.
• He knows how to help you during your anxiety. You made that very clear to him. He’ll just get you out of the room and just soothe you in a way you prefer. He’s so gentle and calm, it’s adorable, really.
• He’s definitely the more reasonable one out of the two of you. During arguments, he has to drag you away, quite literally. You know it’s no use fighting him, so you’ll just let him drag you away while you flip the person off who angered you, adding something childish such as blowing a raspberry.
For the Original Trilogy, I ship you with Lando!
• Listen, combine the two of you and you’ll have fun for days. He’s such a cheery person to be around and you humor is so easily combined. He loves your smiling and hearing your laugh, and you love to make him happy, so it’s a win-win situation.
• Even though he loves your humor, he fell for your caring side. You met when you were watching a couple of children and, for him, it was love at first sight. You looked do peaceful and happy, that it just made his heart melt.
• Keep the one above in mind, he’d be so surprised when he sees you during arguments. With others, he’ll join in, but when he realized how quickly your mouth runs, he picks you up under your armpits and just lifts you out of the room, while you’re still talking and calling that person out.
For the MCU, I ship you with Stephen Strange!
• This was a close call with Tony, to be honest. Yet, I feel like you and Stephen have more in common.
• Even though his earlier path was on physical health and not mental health, he knows how to best help anxiety and what it does to you. Therefor, any overwhelming situations? He’ll get you out of there immediately as he tries to calm you down in the way you once instructed. He’s surprisingly gentle, bless his heart.
• He has much difficulties with attachments too, but he lets go relatively easy around you. He’s very comfortable with you and loves to talk about everything, really. Seeing him talk to you so easily, helped you a lot in opening up to him too.
• Sarcastic remarks all the time. “Where are the cookies?” “At the C of cookies.” or “Why did you donate that much money to the girlscouts?” “World domination.”
• He is not great with kids, but you are. Kids love you. At first, he’d be a bit confused by it, but after a while he learns how to get along with them (thanks to you) and grows to love the little gremlins.
I hope you liked it! Stay safe during these times please❤️
#self insert quotes#requests closed#requests#my asks#match up#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange x reader#lando calrissian x reader#obi wan x reader#din djarin x reader
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10.19!!! watched it, had thoughts about it, wrote them down. the usual under the cut.
there is a random man in steve’s kitchen (is it the helicopter guy? i... don’t know him well enough to be sure but i am genuinely unsure who else it would be) wearing a “seals do it better” apron while he’s cooking and talking to junior about how this recipe helped him “seal the deal” with the love of his life. okay, random man. you’re not acknowledging it, but you just made a seal pun, so you have my attention.
btw, for a good long moment i genuinely thought this guy might be danny in some kind of weird dream sequence future. i mean, old danny in steve’s kitchen wearing a seal-themed apron and making waffles? i wouldn’t hate it.
junior about how it’s going with tani: “it’s amazing.” okay a) YAY and THAT IS VERY CUTE and b) even so, it’s hilarious to me when random guy says “sounds like you’ve got it bad” just based on junior saying that it’s amazing while he kind of smiles vaguely. cute as it was, it wasn’t a passionate love declaration.
junior lies in bed awake at night dreaming of his thing with tani working out (and not sleeping because he’s scared it might not) and i just !! he’s a smitten mess over her and i adore it, even though his level of anxiety sounds like it’s a little detrimental for his sleep, omg.
fjdkfd we get a scene of adam and quinn who went surfing together and OF COURSE they’re standing under the beach showers as they talk because i feel like adam is literally contractually obligated to have a certain number of shower scenes each season.
tani!! gave quinn!! some surfing pointers!! let’s review: we know that tani is really great at surfing and definitely better than junior, because we had a scene once of them getting back from a surfing trip and junior was slightly pouty over it and tani was absolutely unwilling to downplay her own skill and it was Very Good, and now, in these last few episodes, tani was first present during noelani’s surfing lessons and now she’s apparently been giving quinn advice, and the idea of the h50 women hanging out? the idea of tani being supportive and sharing her knowledge? it’s all so good, ahhh. (ALSO. my mighty need for tani and kono to meet grows with each and every mention of tani’s surfing skill.)
oh my gOD i wrote that bit in brackets and hit play on the episode and IMMEDIATELY adam says that he’s used to being second best in the ocean because “my ex wife was a pro surfer, and very competitive.” YES. GOOD. LOVE THE KONO REFERENCE.
quinn gets a dramatic call from an olivia! i read an episode description, so i know that’s her ex-step daughter. i’m a little hesitant about this “btw quinn has an ex-husband” subplot, but also curious to see where they’re going with it, and quinn jumping to help out a teen girl that she still has a strong bond with is an angle of approach that could potentially be very very relevant to my interests.
cows! “moooo” say the cows, quietly, under the music. they’re not important or plot-relevant, i just like cows.
fjdkfd olivia has a Bad Dad and yes, i do want quinn to adopt her now. it could be good! she could swap tips with steve about how to let your adopted teen know they’re loved and safe and worth so much more than what their parents gave them.
tani to junior: “what, you think i didn’t have a life before i met you?” junior’s eyes: [shoot up to steve, standing right behind tani, who is junior’s mentor AND boss, making it slightly awkward to have a relationship talk right in front of him during work hours] POOR BOY (but also, yes, tani, tell him).
junior is now obsessed with the mystery of why tani is so familiar with a random rancher bar an hour away from her house, and to be honest, so am i.
tani wON A LINE DANCING COMPETITION FOUR WEEKS IN A ROW. that is the BEST solution to the mystery, my gosh.
tani: [brags about her line dancing skills and calls herself the queen] junior: “who are you?” fdjkfdjkfd junior, i don’t even know why you’re suprised that a) tani slays at something she did or b) she is utterly unapologetic about that fact.
olivia says that maybe quinn could come watch her play volleybal some time and quinn says that she’d love to but it’s complicated and don’t do that, quinn! my heart hurts now!
OKAY so olivia isn’t doing cheer this year even though she was captain the previous year and she makes up an excuse about it being because of the other girls but it’s actually about HER DAD taking the money that quinn gave her for a UNIFORM which means she probably couldn’t even try out and I HATE THIS. find your ex and kick his ass, quinn.
lou, after talking about macadamia farming: “but here’s where the story gets a littllllle... nutty.” tani, fistpumping: “nice one.” punner solidarity!! good stuff, good stuff. (though i do wonder what happened to danny’s punning streak in later seasons. anyone remember 1.14, when he joked about the head in a box? he’s lost his appreciation for this fine art and it’s a tragedy, honestly.)
quinn has enlisted adam’s help in tracking her ex (jake) down and she’s telling adam a little about how she never thought she’d fall for a guy like him but he was charming, and then she says “and olivia” and THAT’S when she really smiles, and look, PLEASE don’t let this episode end with olivia still living with her dad because will have to write fix-it fic.
quinn: “i haven’t told anybody i was married, not even steve.” that’s cool, but like, do we believe that means steve doesn’t know? if his background checks haven’t gone completely downhill in the last few years, i would assume he’s figured this out, right? (i love quinn’s “in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not really a sharer” that she adds, because it fits with her personality and it’s just nice to have a female character that’s allowed to be a little secretive about her past in a way that doesn’t feel, idk, sensationalized.)
i have seen a lot of gifs of this episode by now and they’re all of steve and danny and the horses so i’ve seen most of their very polite discussion that ensues when danny calls steve out on not asking him if he wants to ride along, but it’s still utterly glorious. grace gets mentioned, too! and the way danny ends it with “why don’t you try to keep up?” as he passes in front of steve, with steve watching him go? that is flirting. blatant flirting in front of all of their poor teammates. (at least now junior can feel a little less awkward about bringing his relationship with him on the job!)
fjdkfdjk lou’s “all this and they still go time to argue, isn’t that nice?” is A+
steve and danny, as they’re super leisurely chasing some criminals through the woods on horseback: yes, this would be a good time to make up an argument about absolutely nothing at all.
oh gosh, okay, danny says “you know i can uh, i can hear you at night” and steve’s response is “why don’t you get some earplugs?” and um. uh. it’s followed by context, i know, but come on, jfc.
“when i moved in a couple months ago” he’s just GOING for it now, omg. not “came to stay with you”, no attempt at hiding that he’s been staying with steve for literal months at this point - just. when i moved in. a couple months ago.
(i am obviously also very aware of what danny is saying about steve not sleeping and how that’s a new thing because it wasn’t like that a few months ago and steve’s evasiness about it and i am VERY WORRIED ABOUT THAT but i’m also electing to somewhat ignore it because. my god. screw that. we don’t want any of where that seems to be headed in this house.)
“i appreciate it. thank you.” this is growth and it’s good and it’s steve realizing that maybe just his quippy putdown isn’t enough of a response to danny’s genuine offer of support! (and again, we’re not thinking about reasons why he might want to think twice about how he treats danny so danny will know he’s appreciated, because there is no reason for steve to be worried about that, because nothing is going to happen.)
steve: “cuff him, danno.” DANNO. danno has returned from war!!
fjdkfd and then steve says it again in like, the next sentence he says. really cramming in those danno’s suddenly.
oh noooooo. quinn tells adam that jake could be a very good dad (which is valid! addiction is a disease and it’s good to know he wasn’t always like this to olivia, even if i don’t think it excuses what’s happening now), but then she says that jake was all the things she always wished her own dad could be and that maybe that’s why she was so drawn to him, and. okay. did not need that. h50 has a tendency to make women compare their love interests to their dads that makes me very uncomfortable. (the other big one that springs to mind is when abby and chin are courting and chin opens a car door for abby and she says something about how she always admired chivalry in her dad and she thought that died out with his generation and it’s this weird thing where she seems to be flirting by going “wink wonk you make me think of my dad” and oh my god. let’s just say it’s very much not my thing.)
steve and danny end up holed up in a cabin while seven people shoot at them and ahhh, just like old times. also just like last episode, to be honest, with the whole cabin filled with poison thing, but at least there’s no poison this time! that’s a plus!
steve’s improv involves LASSO’ING a guy i’m screaming
dude gets the drop on steve, they have an epic fight, steve HITS HIS HEAD and the dude picks up a GIANT LOG to hulksmash on steve’s head, presumably, and then danny swoops in to the rescue and!!! that’s also very much like old times!!! especially with this forest green color scheme and steve lying on the floor a little dazed it really reminds me of that episode with the girlscout troop in season 3.
(so. in this possible universe we’re not talking about where steve might be sick again and could be pacing at night because he knows or fears he’s going to die (you know the one) do you think that maybe part of why his first words to danny are “why’d you leave the cabin? that wasn’t the plan” is that he was kind of... hoping the other guy would get to finish him off? do you ever think about how steve mcgarrett, man of action, would almost definitely rather go out in a blaze of glory after taking out six guys all on his own with danny having his back, than after watching his own body slowly betray him and give out on him after losing a painful and drawn-out fight with itself?)
confused, frowny steve who almost definitely has a concussion and is also still very bloody is oddly cute, gosh. also, nincompoop! definitely one of danny’s most wonderful insults yet.
quinn gets her ex arrested and yells at him and tells him that if he doesn’t clean up his act, he’ll lose custody of his daughter, and then she drives away and she’s sobbing and trying not to and just !!!!! this was definitely the good kind of “quinn has an ex-husband” storyline, but also very painful.
the sunset scene! seen this in gifset too, but hoooo boy, it hits very differently with actual sound. (i may also have described the scene to my sister and mentioned the “probably ‘cause i figured i’d see a million more” and her immediate response was “oooh, he’s dead” and yES, that’s what i was TELLING YOU i’m worried about and also what i’m not thinking about so let’s just pretend i’m not typing these words right now.)
fdjkfdjkfd i’m sure that steve turning to danny just as he says “those are the things that you’re gonna miss the most in the end, you know” after mentioning things you see every day is just. a total coincidence. yeah. he’s totally just turning away from this sunset he was so entranced by a moment ago to look at danny’s face because he wants to stretch his neck. uh huh.
there’s banter about squirrels and it’s good and then steve says “admit it danny, you’re gonna miss this when it’s done” and that sounds very meta, omg, but it gets better when danny says “yeah, maybe, but i would never say it out loud” because that is literally a way to say it, out loud.
a very good episode!! i loved meeting olivia and learning about quinn’s background and there was some prime tani content and to top it off a lot of mcdanno in the second half, and if we just completely ignore that this episode also made my anxiety about the series finale skyrocket (which i knew it would, based on what i’d gathered of other people’s response to it, but that still didn’t accurately prepare me) it was wonderful and i liked it a lot!
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Icing on the Cake
For: @books-tea-ghosts
From: @samantha-girlscout
Hello lovely, Lily! I’m sorry that you were the one ghosted this year. I thought about continuing Quality Ingredients (I swear I will some day), but nothing was coming out for that and instead this did. In a way it’s kind of a spiritual successor to that and A Small Reprieve (where the OC in this came from), But it’s also it’s own thing. It mostly came from your comment about how Naru deserves to be happy. I agree whole-heartedly. I hope you like this!
Naru knew something was up the moment he opened the front door.
It was just him and Ellen this Month. Mai had some business back in Japan and they’d decided it was better for the two of them to stay behind. It was the start of Ellen’s ninth grade year and Naru had work he still had to attend to at the main SPR office. It only made sense for the two of them to stick it out until she came home.
Currently, they were almost three weeks in, and they’d established a system. Unless Ellen wanted to hang out at a friend’s house, she would come home and work on homework until Naru came home with dinner. Occasionally, his mother and father came over to cook, but that was only about once a week. Otherwise, it’s easy, familiar, and routine.
Until today.
It had been a rough day at the office. One of their investors wasn’t happy with the results of one of the most recent cases coming out of the Japan office. It had taken far too much of his day calming the man down so that he wouldn’t pull his funding. Between the amount of time it took and just how demanding the man was, Naru was ready to call it a day.
But, as he entered the house, he gave pause. It smelled as though something were burning. Thinking the worst, he immediately dropped everything and ran into the kitchen. As he crossed the threshold he found Ellen, in tears, looking dejectedly into a baking dish.
“What’s wrong?”
His daughter started and looked at him with fearful eyes. She couldn’t hold his gaze for long, though, and cast them to the ground, her lip quivering terribly.
“I’m sorry, D-Dad,” She hiccupped. “I wanted to bake you something, but now—”
“Are you hurt?”
“No… But the cake is ruined.”
That gave Naru pause. “Why were you baking a cake?
Naru gestured to the kitchen table and Ellen sat without much fuss. He then took stock of the kitchen. Ellen had cleaned up most of her mess, though it looked like there were dishes soaking in the sink. The ‘cake’ though was burnt to a crisp.
He turned on the fan above the stove and went about opening the kitchen windows as he waited for his daughter to answer.
"It's… It’s your birthday.” He turned and saw her fiddling with the table cloth, a habit she picked up from her mother. “I know you don’t like gifts. But I… I still wanted to do something for you.”
A pain went through him at the realization. He looked to the wall calendar and, yes, it was September 19th. How had he lost track of time so much so that he’d forgotten what day it was?
No matter how much time had passed, his grief was always strongest on his and Gene’s birthday. His brother had always enjoyed celebrating. Whether it was just the two of them, or then the four of them, or a whole slew of people, Gene thrived on the excitement and theatrics that came with it. Naru wasn’t all that keen on most of it, but he still usually found himself enjoying the time with his brother, regardless.
Knowing what day it was, Naru wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the day away. He was so exhausted already that he didn’t even have the energy to process his grief how he normally would, through self-reflection and writing a letter that he would never send and that his brother would never read.
But he couldn’t do either of those things.
“Now I’ve just ruined it,” Ellen said bitterly. It looked as though she was going to nearly tear the table cloth in her upset state.
Naru took a look at the cake. Now that he wasn’t fearful of his daughter’s well-being, he could see that the cake didn’t look nearly as bad as Ellen was making it out to be. It looked a little dry, and the sides were most certainly a little hard. But memories of his brother’s poor attempts at baking told Naru that the chocolate cake was by no means unsalvageable.
“Did you plan to frost the cake?" Naru asked as he walked over to retrieve a bread knife.
Ellen shook her head. "I forgot to buy any.”
“Fortunately, your mother keeps us well stocked. Go get powdered sugar, vanilla, and butter from the pantry and milk from the refrigerator.”
Ellen looked up at her father, confused. “Why?”
“To make frosting.” Naru took out a cooling rack and placed it atop the baking dish. “And get milk and butter from the fridge as well.”
Ellen did as she was told, albeit with very visible confusion on her face. While she was scavenging for the necessary ingredients, Naru went about the task of cutting off the worst bits of the cake. It wouldn’t be a very pretty one, but he supposed that it would be fine for the two of them.
By the time that she returned, Naru had disposed of the worst of the cake and leveled it off as best he could. In that same time, Ellen had composed herself as well she could. Which he was grateful for. Because while his ability to comfort others had improved over the years, he still didn’t know what to do when someone was crying.
Ellen placed the ingredients on the counter. “What else do we need?”
“That’s it. Unless you’d prefer something besides vanilla. I’d have to consult a recipe for that, though.”
“Vanilla is fine…” Ellen watched attentively as he began mixing the ingredients with the mixer. “How do you know how to make frosting?”
“Your grandmother taught your uncle Gene and I when we were younger. Though, he always forgot to set a timer so he always burned whatever he was trying to bake.”
Ellen giggled.
Good. He hated when either of his girls were sad.
“Your grandmother and I always tried reminding him, but he’d always forget.” He sighed. “That left me to salvage whatever I could.”
“Do you miss him?”
Naru paused, staring at the frosting. He sighed and then nodded as he retrieved a frosting knife and went about the task of adding it to the cake. It was still a bit warm for his liking, it would most likely melt the frosting some, but hopefully that would help moisten the cake some as well.
A silence of sorts fell between them. He could tell that his daughter was trying to piece something together. She was just as easy to read as Mai was, though there were times when she adopted his mask. He was grateful that she didn’t do that too often, though, as it always worried him when she did.
“Did you want any toppings?”
Her look of concentration broke as she considered his question. “Do we have anything?”
Naru hummed as he went to the fridge. There was a package of cut strawberries from his mother. On top was a note reminding the two of them to not eat out so much. He retrieved it and handed it to Ellen.
“Put these on top however you like. I have to go get something.”
“Okay!”
Naru went to the entrance way and picked up the carry out that he’d dropped on the ground when he’d first entered the house. He shook his head at his own carelessness. Thankfully, after a quick inspection, he found the food to be alright. He locked the door and returned to the kitchen, food in hand.
Ellen raised an eyebrow at him.
“I left it at the front door.”
She laughed.
“It smelled like the house was burning down,” Naru grumbled as he set the plastic bag on the kitchen table.
“What’d you get?”
“Curry.”
Ellen’s face brightened. “Yay! Thanks, dad!”
“Of course.” He walked over to the cake and inspected it. The strawberries were a little unevenly placed around the top, but still looked carefully placed. “Looks nice. Let’s eat dinner first then we can see how it turned out.”
“Thanks.”
Dinner was mostly uneventful. They chatted a little bit about their days, but otherwise there was a comfortable silence that Naru welcomed with open arms. Before Ellen was born he’d have only found solace in silence with a book in his hands, but he’d begun to appreciate these small moments more and more as the years went by.
Once they were finished, Ellen pushed their disposable dishes aside and went to retrieve the cake from the counter. The frosting had held up surprisingly well. After setting it down he expected her to go and retrieve a candle or sing, but instead she just stood there, contemplative.
Over the years, most everyone gave him space on Gene and his birthday. Beside the gifts that everyone still felt obligated to give him, they didn’t ever plan any celebrations for him. They allowed him to retreat into himself and grieve the loss of his brother.
Except for Ellen.
No matter what either of them did to deter Ellen, she always attempted to force a small celebration, such as today’s, on him. When she was younger she would toddle behind him singing happy birthday. As she got older she mellowed out her attempts, but every year, without fail, she’d attempt to force him to celebrate.
It usually hurt some, despite how adorable her sincere attempts to cheer her father up were. Normally, Mai would catch her halfway through and shush her or distract her with something else. Without her mother around to curtail her excitement, Naru was fully prepared to take the brunt of her excitement.
But, instead, she just stood there, looking at him.
It was obvious that she had something that she wanted to say, but was unsure of how to. A younger Naru might have lost his patience minutes ago, but he allowed his impatience to dissipate. Instead, he sat there, expectantly and waited for her to speak.
Eventually she took a deep breath and spoke.
“Do you hate celebrating your birthday because Uncle Gene isn’t around?”
Naru closed his eyes. He’d never said as such to anyone, but, considering her mother’s intuition, it didn’t exactly surprise him that she’d picked up on why the day upset him so much.
“Yes,” he said after quite a bit of time passed. He was sure that his face was pained, but he decided not to mask it. He was too tired for that right now. “It wasn’t supposed to ever be just my birthday.”
He opened his eyes and found Ellen looking at him, contemplative. After a few moments, she nodded and went to retrieve utensils and plates for the two of them. As she went about the task, Naru stood and made tea for the two of them.
As he waited for the kettle, he watched as she approached him. She was somewhat hesitant, but he could recognize Mai’s determination a mile away.
“I don’t really know what it’s like to lose a brother. Or anyone really…” She trailed off for a moment and then continued on. “And, I never met him… But wouldn’t Uncle Gene want you to be happy?”
That gave Naru pause.
There was a part of him that wanted to immediately shoot her down. That, because she didn’t know anything about his pain, obviously she was wrong. That, because of his failures, what he deserved was to suffer.
That he didn’t deserve to be happy.
But there was another part of him, a quieter part, that said she was right. That, he could grieve, but he shouldn’t torture himself in the process.
That of course Gene would want him to be happy.
Naru felt torn on which side to listen to. But as he stared at his daughter’s quickly deteriorating face, there was only really once choice to make. If not for his own sake, but then for the sake of others.
He stepped forward and pulled his daughter into his arms and hugged her. It was awkward, as he was not nearly as well-versed in them as Mai was, but Ellen immediately returned the gesture.
“You’re right,” he said as he pulled away. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
He went about finishing the tea as Ellen retrieved a candle and lighter from another drawer. They bantered a bit about making sure that she didn’t actually burn down the house this time. But, otherwise the kitchen was mostly silent.
Once the tea was finally done, and Naru was seated at the table, Ellen lit the candle.
“Happy Birthday, Dad.”
She didn’t sing, but he took the invitation to blow the candle out all the same.
“What’d you wish for?”
Naru stared for a moment.
“Don’t tell me you forgot to make a wish!” She sighed and lit the candle once again. “You have to make a wish when you blow it out!”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, though he didn’t work too hard to cover up the small smirk that was worming its way onto his face. Of course she’d insist on such a superstitious act.
“Alright. Fine.”
He watched the flame on the candle dance for a few moments. He had most of what he could wish for, aside from Mai being away from home. But perhaps…
He blew out the candle and wished for the strength to accept the happy days that may come.
“What’d you wish for?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Isn’t it tradition to not say the wish aloud for fear that it won’t come true?”
A bright smile broke across Ellen’s face. “So you do know what you’re supposed to do. You were just being silly!”
He crossed his arms. “Of course I know about it. Gene always made me make wishes. I just thought that I’d be able to get away without this time.”
Ellen rolled her eyes. “Well, if I have my way you’ll never get out of it.”
“And there’s your Mother’s stubbornness.”
“You’re stubborn, too! And don’t make fun of Mom when she’s not around to defend herself.”
He sighed. “Fine. But just wait until the moment your Mother is back."
Ellen giggled as she cut out two pieces of cake. She set one in front of him and took her seat as well. Naru paused before taking a bite. It was a pretty good. A little dry still, but nothing a little tea couldn’t help.
"I love you, Ellen.”
His daughter paused to smile at him.
“I love you, too, Dad.”
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11 Questions Tag
Tagged by @theevolutionofledarose thank you!
1) What’s the greatest feedback you’ve received so far, the one you carry in your heart and it still warms you? (If you haven’t published a piece of work yet, what would you like to hear the most?)
I started reading old fanfic comments to pick one and it was heartening, not going to lie. I don't think I can settle on just one. Every comment is dear to my heart, long or short.
2) Is there a trait that is a reappearing one in all your OCs? What is it? Why do you think that is?
At this point of their development, I haven't noticed any traits (yet)
3) Have you ever written fanfiction? If yes for which book/movie/series/anime/videogame, if not, if you had a chance to write for something, for which work would your write?
Yes, I write fanfiction! You can find me on AO3 and FF.net as RaisedonRadio and FortressofmyPast. (links in my bio) I've written for: Ghost Hunt (manga/anime), Final Fantasy VII & XV (games), Pandora Hearts (manga), Death Note (manga), Vampire Knight (manga), and a handful of others
4) Is there a genre you can’t imagine writing under no circumstances? Why?
No, I'm open to trying any genre!
5) Do you snack during writing? How about during reading?
Sometimes I snack when writing, but definitely when reading, lol!
6) Do you re-read/edit your story before posting anywhere or hit the button and hope for the best?
I re-read, edit, and have at least one beta look over it. :)
7) Who is the character closest to you from your own works/series/films/books? Why?
I actually can't think of a character that makes me go, 'yep, that's me.'
8) What is the smallest thing you appreciated in a character, that likely didn’t matter to others?
This is a great question, but unfortunately I can't remember any instances! I'm sure there has been, I'll need to pay more attention in the future
9) Do your wips have a message, or are written simply as a form of reading entertainment (in other words, a story for someone to chill or get lost in a fantasy world and forget all their problems, etc.)?
I don't purposely put messages in, but I don't purposely keep messages out, if that makes sense!
10) Do you delete works you don’t like or pile everything?
Pile everything, but I have to admit I didn't move everything that's on FF.net to AO3. ^^;;
11) Have you ever written anything based on a dream?
Surprisingly, I don't think so, but I have written down a few notes from dreams. Maybe one day they'll be put into something!
These are great questions, so I’m passing them along instead of making new ones!
Pulling from my activity feed - no pressure if I tag you! Hopefully you’re a writer if I’ve tagged you but I apologize if someone slips through.
@pinky-duchess @writercorianarose @eyeliner-vampire @feel-the-cosmos @im-running-out-of-words @mirror-of-too-many-books @samantha-girlscout @writekaywrite @somethingwriterly @cherish-writes @dreams-of-kalopsia
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I was tagged in August 2018 by @myseryluvscompany
Rules: Tag ten followers you want to know better
Name: Tiffo
Star sign: Sagittarius
Height: 5 foot 6 1/2- 7 inches, different doctors have it different
Middle name: I’d rather not, it’s part of my dead name. If I get a new one eventually I will be down to share.
Put itunes( I use youtube music so that is what you get) on shuffle. What are the first four songs that popped up:
What about us-P!NK
Mr. Brightside- The Killers
Work Song-Hozier
Tourniquet-Evanescence
Grab the book nearest you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17: Uh the book closest to me is the one I wrote. “That doesn’t mean I can’t help you out before you go away for, probably...”
Have you ever had a poem or song written about you: One song, but when I went to the show to listen to the band perform the sound was so bad that I couldn’t understand anything that was said. So I have no idea what it was about. I have to assume it was kind, but I would have loved it if it was actually like an ‘I hate you song’ and this guy had me come just to hear it out of some sort of revenge only at the end of the concert to have me be like “ oh yeah, uh, it was great.” *Shrugs and goes home*
When was the last time you played air guitar: Hmm about 8 or 10 months ago. Another thing I haven’t kept up on.
Who is your celebrity crush: Janelle Monae
What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love: Sound I hate - ASMR breathing/talking, it makes my whole body fold in on itself. too close tooooo close. Sound I love -Popcorn popping
Do you believe in ghosts: I don’t have to believe in something to decide not to fuck with it.
Do you believe in aliens: I feel like in some way it is inevitable, infinite space and all. I don’t expect to get to know in my life time.
Do you drive: Yes, I wish we had better public transport/ I had less responsibilities that allowed me to use PT. I would get so much reading/writing done if I didn’t have to control my means of conveyance.
If so, have you ever crashed: Been hit or hit others? I have had both. Uh, three times total?
What was the last book you read:
Paperbook: This Body’s not Big Enough for the Both of Us by Edgar Cantero (Fast and funny Noir PI read)
Audiobook: I finished ‘The Vanishing Stair by Marueen Johnson today and started ‘The Alloy of Law’ by Branden Sanderson
Do you like the smell of gasoline: I mean I don’t want to smell it that is usually a bad sign. But it is not repugnant.
What was the last movie you saw: Avengers: Endgame
Do you have any obsessions right now: Mentally, yes. That I actually get to act on? No, unless you count trying to figure out why I am always tired and tring to find ways to not be tired.
Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong: Not anymore. I’m to tired to give them my energy anymore. I will cut them from my life if they have mistreated me or my friends but I have no feelings towards them. just a removal. What is dead can never die.
Are you in a relationship: Yes, I will be married 12 years soon. So my home is always busy.
I tag: @feel-the-cosmos , @queenofhearts7378 , @xerampelinaekiss ,
@typintypos , @ursula-witch , @samantha-girlscout, @sprghosthunter, @seoulsborne123
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Fanfic 2018 Review
First of all I'd like to complain about this damn mobile app. Why can't I highlight the original post so I can copy/paste the template??? And why is it so hard to highlight texts so I can bold each line?! Fuck.
Anyway.
I thought I didn't write anything at all last year, but it turns out I did so here I go. Thanks to @eyeliner-vampire for the tag.
Total number of stories (completed/WIP: (1/4)
Contact Mind Reading (fin); Finding the Balance; Game, Set, and Match; GH/Bloodborne crossover; Ascension
Total word count: 11.5k of published
Fandom written in: Ghost Hunt, Bloodborne, own shit
Looking back, did you write more fic than you would this year, less, or about what you'd expected:
As much as I expected. I started grad school in August last year and really didn't have time to do much writing or drawing. I am hoping this year will be a little better.
What's your own favorite story of the year?
Contact mind reading. It was nice to let the idea stew for a while before writing it out. Usually I'm the kind of person who comes up and writes out all sorts of ideas first, then I shave off what doesn't belong, etc. For this I had to do careful research about the Contact Mind Reading definition. I even watched videos on how people do it, read some Hocus pocus books, some more legit sounding ones, etc.
Did you take any writing risks this year? Do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year?
Not really much risk technique-wise I think. Maybe you could count going for a Masako/Mai/Naru ot3 plot a risk. Haha. As for my goals, I would like to write at least 3 chapters for Game, Set, Match so I can inch toward wrapping that up...
Best story of the year? Contact mind reading. I feel it was very on character and I really tried to make it like canon. People also told me it sounded legit so I believe them.
Most popular story of the year? Game, set, match
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Contact Mind Reading. Not many people left reviews (though those that did really gave me such an overwhelming kudos). I think because most people read fanfic to deviate away from canon, maybe? That's why tennis god Oliver Davis is a bigger draw.
Most fun story to write:
Game, Set, Match is always fun. Some of the scenes are drawn from experience, some quirks of the characters were from people I knew. This makes it very organic for me and... Just fun to write.
Story with the single sexiest moment:
None yet. But I had a sexy moment for Finding the Balance that I have not been able to write at all, and some mild teasing with Game, Set, Match. I always chicken out of these...
Most sweet story:
Sweet? None... I just realized my stories/chapters last year was mainly about Masako being left behind or being sad! Whut.
"Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story:
Nothing, anything is possible for me. Except sexy times I guess. Damn, one day!
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters and most unintentionally telling story:
Contact Mind Reading. I really tapped into Masako there. This led to Finding the Balance, and got me thinking more about her role on Game, Set, Match.
Hardest story to write:
Game, Set, Match. "But you said that was 'fun' to write!" Yes yes, but it's just so hard to sit down and actually work on it!!
Biggest disappointment:
Myself. Lul, no. Nothing really. I'm okay with last year. Things come up, it's no big deal. The world isn't ending so I'll try again this year.
Biggest surprise:
That I actually wrote. I seriously didn't remember. I thought it was all 2017.
Tag: @flychansan @tiffotcf @samantha-girlscout and I'm not sure who else haven't been tagged so please fill one out... If you do end up writing one, I hope you tag me so I can make sure to read it!
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from good friends and true
For: @dreams-of-kalopsia
From: @samantha-girlscout
You asked for a glimpse of your fave. Well… I hope you don’t mind a whole fic about him.
It’d been an especially tiring day. He’d had a couple of tests and an unexpected amount of homework had been assigned for the weekend. Add in the especially long train ride and all he wanted to do was make something simple at home and go to bed.
But, a figure standing just outside the entrance to his apartment building gave him pause.
“Oh, hey Yasuhara,” She said as she gave him an awkward wave from where she stood.
Yasuhara blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected any of the gang to come and visit. It wasn’t as though he was keeping his residence a secret from any of them. Or that none of them were welcome. He just hadn’t taken the time to update anyone besides Naru. But, he supposed, it wasn’t all that surprising considering just how close Mai and Naru had become over the past two years.
He returned her wave and gave an easy smile.
“Hey, Mai! What brings you all the way out here?”
“Well…” She dug the toe of her shoe into the ground below and did her best to hide a bag behind herself. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought it’d be a good idea to stop by and say hi!”
Yasuhara raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh? Isn’t your school about an hour away?”
Her eyes widened as she realized that he’d caught her. “Yeah,” she laughed. “I guess I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. It’s been a while since anyone’s heard from you.”
He winced. Yeah that was mostly his fault. He was getting pretty invested in his studies and hadn’t quite remembered to reach out as much as he’d planned.
“Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s okay.” She smiled. “I figured that since the office is closed today it’d be the perfect opportunity to check in.”
“Well thank you for that. Did you want to come in?”
“No, I just wanted to stand outside and talk.” Mai rolled her eyes.
“Well, suit yourself. I’m going inside.” He started towards the entrance.
“Wait! I was just kidding!” Mai waved her hands in an attempt to placate him. “I’d love to come up.”
“I don’t know…” Yasuhara pretended to think about whether he wanted to let her come up or not. It was hard to not break into a grin at how hard she was trying to not seem overly eager, but also not be left behind. Eventually he broke down and laughed. “Alright, alright.”
Mai sighed in relief and laughed a little herself.
“Follow me,” he said as he led her into the entrance of his apartment complex. There wasn’t a whole lot on the first floor besides apartments and a small office. “Hope you don’t mind climbing stairs. There isn’t an elevator here and I’m on the fifth floor.”
“I’ll be fine.” Mai laughed. “So how’s school going?”
“Hey, that’s my line.” He laughed as Mai stuck her tongue out at him. “It’s fine. Just lots of home work, but I wouldn’t expect any less. How about you?”
“It’s going pretty well. It’s been pretty tough working and studying for exams.”
“Do you need some help?”
“Maybe?”
“Well, I’m always willing help if you need it.” He came to a stop before his door to unlock it.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mai smiled as she followed him inside.
He flicked on the light, revealing his small apartment. “It’s not much. I think it’s even smaller than yours.”
“It’s fine. In fact I think it looks pretty cute!” Mai toed off her shoes and walked into the center of the studio apartment, looking over what little he had. Besides his bed, a small bookshelf, a floor table across from a television, and a small night stand, he had no other furniture. There were a few pictures on the walls, mostly taken with his high school friends and the SPR gang, and one poster that he’d snagged at one of Monk’s concerts a while back. Otherwise the walls were bare.
Yasuhara took off his own shoes and set his bag beside the door. “ I was thinking of making some ramen noodles and then just chilling out. Did you want any?”
“No…” Mai turned and watched him as he turned on his electric kettle and pulled out a package from his half-stocked pantry cabinet. He then pulled out a drink for each of them from his fridge. As he turned to offer one to Mai, he found that her face was concerned. “Yasuhara, have you been eating well?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“What have you eaten this week?”
He had to stop and think. “Mostly instant noodles…” She frowned. “But I was planning to cook this weekend! I just have long days is all.”
Mai sighed. “C'mon. Let’s go get something. My treat.”
“Mai, I’m perfectly fine with—”
“Nope.” She walked over and turned off the kettle and put the package back. She then grabbed his arm and tugged him towards his door. “Let’s go.”
He tried to dig his feet into the ground, but he found himself sliding on the wooden floor. “Mai!”
“I’m not taking no for an answer, Yasuhara.”
He sighed in resignation. He could tell that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. “Fine. But I’m paying for myself.”
“No. I said I’d pay, so I’m paying.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses. She really could be stubborn sometimes. He was pretty sure that if he wanted to pay he’d have to steal the bill or something if he wanted to keep her from spending too much money on him.
He’d watch for an opening.
It took far less time to get downstairs. He was pretty sure that it was going to be pretty tiring to have to climb up the stairs again after this little escapade, but he couldn’t say that he minded all that much.
It was nice to have some familiar company after nearly a month of trying to make new friends. Not that he didn’t enjoy them, most of them were pretty nice. But he hadn’t been able to hang out with them much outside of classes so they weren’t much outside of convenience friendships, yet. So it was nice to spend time with an old friend.
“Where should we go eat?” Yasuhara asked as they started walking towards the road.
“I’m thinking… Barbecue.”
Yasuhara’s eyes widened. “Mai, that’s usually expensive. Why don’t we—”
“Doesn’t matter! C'mon!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him in the direction of the nicer restaurants.
“Y'know I think it does matter. I know you don’t make a whole lot. I’d hate to put you out.”
“It’ll be fine. Trust me, okay?”
He sighed. “Fine.”
“Yay!” She didn’t let go of his arm as she continued to lead him away from his apartment. “This is going to be so fun!”
“Yeah.“ They slowed down to a more easy pace. "Hey, how’s everyone else doing?”
“Pretty good. Everyone’s been kinda busy lately, but I think Naru’s found a case for us to do in a few weeks. He hasn’t said much about it, but apparently it’s a few hours away and is taking a bit of coordination.”
“That’s good.” He felt a bit sad at the prospect of missing a case, but it was bound to happen. “If you guys need any help from Tokyo, just let me know.”
“Will do! Though depending on how crazy it is, don’t be surprised if Naru asks you to come out for the weekend”
He laughed. “I’ll be sure to keep my schedule open.”
It took a while for them to finally get to the barbecue. It was an enjoyable walk as they passed quite a few shops and some parks on their way. Mai kept fawning over all of the cool things that were in his area. He had to admit that he was in a pretty great location, but hadn’t really had the time to go exploring like this to find out what exactly he had.
“Do you think we should have called ahead?” Yasuhara asked as they approached the crowded entrance.
“Naw, we’ll be fine.” Mai smiled, a small mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. She walked up to the counter and greeted the hostess. “We’re here for the Taniyama reservation?”
“Right this way, ma'am.” The woman said as she started leading them towards the back of the restaurant where a couple of party rooms were located.
As they walked along, Yasuhara tried to catch Mai’s eyes in an attempt to ascertain what exactly was going on. No matter what, had she planned to drag him here? Also, why were they heading to a party room? There were only two of them so they should only need a small table, unless—
Unless everyone was here.
The door opened and a wall of sound hit him as everyone from the SPR gang shouted “Surprise!" Well, everyone save for Naru and Lin, of course.
"What’s all this about?” Yasuhara asked as he and Mai entered the room.
“Well, a little birdy told us that we missed your birthday last month,” Monk said as he patted the open cushions on either side of him. “Add in the fact that it’s been a long time since all of us hung out, and we all thought it was about time to organize something.”
Yasuhara raised an eyebrow at Mai.
“It wasn’t me. My job was just to get you here.” She covertly glanced at Naru as she took the seat to the right of Monk and next to Masako.
Yasuhara looked to the man sitting at the head of the table. He was reading something, probably something paranormal related, but he looked up when Yasuhara sat beside him on the other side of Monk.
Naru shrugged. “There’s a case coming up that I needed to speak to everyone about. Considering the office is closed in the evening, this was the most logical type of place to gather.”
“I suppose.” Yasuhara wanted to tease his boss, but his attention was stolen away soon enough with all of the gifts that were thrown into his lap. Some were far heavier than others and he nearly dropped all of them when Ayako tried to put her large gift into his arms as well.
“Calm down there,” Monk said as he helped set the gift to the side. “Wouldn’t want you to break my gift.”
“Considering who gave it, I’m sure he wouldn’t miss it.”
“Excuse you. I’ll have you know I worked really hard to find something that he’d like.”
“Oh? Was it a CD of your band?”
Yasuhara looked down at the small package in his hands that Monk had handed him. It did have a very particular shape to it…
And from the look on Monk’s face, Ayako probably hit the nail on the head.
“Oh my god, Monk,” Mai said through her hand as she tried her hardest to not laugh at his expense. “Don’t tell me you did!”
Monk looked away, embarrassed. “It’s the first copy of the newest album,” he muttered as Yasuhara tore into the wrapping paper. “No one else has a copy yet and it’s signed by everyone. You mentioned you liked our music so I thought—”
“I’ll only accept it if you sign it with a kiss.”
Monk spluttered. “Wh-what?!”
“Well how else would you sign it? C'mon I’m sure Ayako has a spare tube of lipstick.”
“Like I’d waste a tube on a miscreant like that monk,” Ayako pulled her purse tighter to her body and glared at her compatriot.
“What’d you say? I’ll have you know that I look way better than you do in all shades of lipstick! I just. Don’t feel like wearing it right now!”
Yasuhara lost all composure and laughed out loud at the scandalized face that Ayako gave Monk. As if the thought of him looking better than her was ten times worse than the idea of him using her lipstick. It was just too much!
It took a little while for he and the rest of the group to calm down enough for him to finally speak up.
“I love it Monk, thanks.”
“No problem, kid,” Monk groused as he glared at Ayako.
The rest of the gifts were a bit more practical. Ayako gifted him a large box filled with various kitchen supplies. Something he’d, admittedly, neglected to buy for himself. Mai gave him a blanket. It felt handmade and from the tag that she’d sown into the corner, he was pleasantly surprised to find that she’d knitted herself. Masako gave him an ornate set of chopsticks and some teas. Lin gave him a gift card to a convenience store nearby. John gifted him a set of high quality towels. And, lastly, he received a set of paranormal books from Naru.
It was far more than Yasuhara ever expected from any of them.
There were a lot of things that Yasuhara expected to change when he went off to college. The most of which was getting to spend less time with this group. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d just figured that they’d all go their separate ways eventually. But it seemed as though he’d been wrong.
He should have realized that it wasn’t necessarily an option at this point, though.
They were his family, after all.
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a bittydex/nurseshark suggestion:
takes place in year 2, all pretty canon compliant for a bit
the fighting between dex and nursey is bad, like in canon, so chowder goes to bitty
bitty goes and does his mediator thing and it doesn’t really work, so instead of letting it go, chowder insists on tag-teaming the sitch
now, dex seems pretty wary of bitty, so chowder knows he should probably have bits go work on nursey, but chowder might have a tiny crush on nursey and might want to spend more time with him
maybe
probably
and bitty doesn’t seem to mind dex so he agrees, saying dex reminds him of a few of his daddy’s players and knows how to talk his language
(chowder isn’t close enough to bitty yet to recognize the red flag that is comparing dex to one of the football players from bitty’s past)
so bitty and chowder get coffee pretty frequently to meet and discuss what they’ve learned.
but the thing is, this has stopped being about getting the d-men to get along anymore, at least for chowder. they’re freshman, everyone’s kind of terrible as a freshman in one way or another. they’re both already maturing and growing as people, and chowder has it on good authority (bitty) that jack has talked to the boys himself, and probably had more of an effect. nursey and dex are already getting along better.
and yet. the coffees keep happening.
yes, chowder likes hanging out with bitty, but he’s starting to worry bitty will realize he’s bordering on obsessed with nursey. how could he not be though, when nursey’s so cool! and handsome! but also a goofy mess and a really emotional person, in private.
but bitty doesn’t bring it up. he just smiles at chowder’s latest stories and counters with snippets of his own dealings with dex–how he taught dex to make bread this weekend, to surprise his mother over break; how dex taught him how to unclog the shower the other night; how dex got so angry when bitty told him about an argument he had with his father.
(chowder doesn’t quite put it together, but he knows these conversations mean something.)
“we should all hang out,” chowder says one day, maybe early november. “all four of us. might be good for them.”
“that’s a great idea,” bitty replies, looking up from his twitter feed. “rans and holtzy are throwing a party on friday, we could all pregame in my room?”
so that’s how chowder ends up sitting on bitty’s bed, pressed up against nursey, a tervis tumbler of whipped cream flavored vodka in his hand.
(bitty, it turns out, has an entire stash of weirdly flavored liquors he’s inherited from people like lardo and shitty who buy them, try them once, and hate them.)
it all happens in a weird, slow motion mess the way most things happen in pregames.
first, chowder notices that dex–mr. ‘i only drink beer and whiskey’ poindexter–is sipping on the boxed wine bitty loves. even chowder thinks it tastes like terrible juice, but dex is choking it down for some ungodly reason.
second, either nursey pregamed the pregame or he didn’t eat beforehand because he’s barely touched his drink but is all up in chowder’s space: leaning against him, touching him, laughing in his ear. chowder doesn’t mind in the least, but his cheeks have been hot since he sat down.
and third, dex and nursey are being…weirdly cordial. even on the ice, where they’ve learned to put the team first, they don’t act like this. but they keep exchanging weird looks, which makes chowder nervous.
a drink in, bitty decides to put on his beyonce party playlist, to “get them in the party mood.” nursey chirps him for it, but dex just smiles.
and of course if music is playing and alcohol is flowing, then bitty is dancing. chowder wishes he could dance like bitty, all confident and flirty, but his sister always tells him he dances like a pogo stick or a white suburban dad.
“you gonna dance with your man?” nursey asks in an undertone, and chowder is bewildered.
“my man?” he asks. “who’s my man?”
“bits,” nursey elaborates. “i know it’s on the DL, but dex and i have been talking and we know about your coffee dates…”
“those aren’t dates, those are- those are business meetings,” chowder says, because how else would he describe them? “we talk about- about important things.”
“it’s okay,” nursey whispers. “i mean, obviously, but also, like, we won’t tell anyone-”
“we’re not dating!” chowder says a little too loud. it wouldn’t be a big deal, normally; one of the baristas at annie’s thought they were a couple the other day and it was a little funny then, totally harmless. but not coming from nursey, the guy chowder’s been pining after for months now.
bitty stops dancing, eyes widening. dex is looking between them, bewildered.
“oh.” nursey looked a bit ashamed, a bit confused. “uh, sorry for assuming?”
“no, it’s fine,” bitty says quickly, clearing his throat. “who wants to do dirty girlscouts?”
dex chokes on his wine. “excuse me?”
nursey relaxes a little. “oh, sweet, we used to do those at school. shitty’s obsessed with ‘em.”
“alright, boys, on your knees,” bitty says, and chowder watches dex’s face go from pink to cherry red. he rummages through the collection of bottles on his desk and pulls out a half-empty thing of peppermint schnapps. “i already stole the whipped cream and chocolate syrup just for this.”
chowder and nursey hop off the bed to kneel next to dex. chowder goes first, taking the shots of syrups, schnapps, and whipped cream while bitty laughs and squirts a little extra cream onto the end of chowder’s nose.
“i’ll get that,” nursey says, and before chowder can react nursey’s licked the whipped cream from his nose. bitty laughs again and dex tells him that’s gross, but chowder thinks he might pass out from how turned on he suddenly is.
“c’mon, licky mcgee, your turn.” chowder watches in horror and wonderment as nursey takes the syrup and the schnapps alone, adam’s apple bobbing once, tantalizingly. nursey casts him a look with hooded eyes, and chowder feels like he might explode.
then he looks over, at dex, who looks like he’s feeling the same as bitty stands over him and pours schnapps into his mouth, followed by the whipped cream. dex chokes on it a little, some spilling out the corner of his mouth, but he wipes it away and stares at bitty chugs schapps straight from the bottle.
and that finally clicks for chowder. all of it, really. he can see the longing in dex’s eyes, the way bitty is showing off, the suggestion in nursey’s expressions…
“you wanna take a walk?” he asks nursey, probably too loudly. but dex and bitty are either ignoring him or hoping nursey will say yes, so when nursey does chowder has him out of the room and alone in seconds.
they don’t walk far–just around the block where no one is watching–before chowder takes nursey’s hand.
and chowder does not believe in things like subtlety or miscommunication. “this is what you want, right? because I really, really like you.”
and nursey, astounded, answers chowder with a kiss.
(it takes them a while to get back to the haus, which is now alive with partygoers. but when they duck into the kitchen, dex has bitty up on the counter, the two of them kissing languidly among the abandoned fixings for sugar cookies. chowder laughs, softly, and lets nursey lead him into the living room, where they both dance like pogo sticks at a suburban barbeque.)
#check please!#omgcp rare pair#omgcp rare pairs#nurseshark#bittydex#nurseychowder#chowdernursey#dexbitty#anna writes things#(bullet fics are all i'm capable of these days but i think it's a step in the right direction)#somebody with skill and energy write this plEASE
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Tagged by @eyeliner-vampire back in Aug 2018. (I’m only 8 month’s late, it’s totally cool)
Rules: Answer 10 questions, write 10 questions, and tag 10 people
1. Do you name your characters with nicknames in mind, or prefer to call them by whole name only? OR what’s your wackiest/coolest character name to date?
100% I always think about possible nicknames when I pick character names. As someone who lives now by what was once a nickname I think names given by those who come into your life can have a pretty big impact. Especially, if the character felt like they didn’t have a place that they belonged before.
2. Do you talk about your WIP to others or prefer to keep it close to the chest?
It kinda depends, I think I mostly keep things to myself unless it is someone that I have specifically decided that they will be my sounding board for this story. Or if I am talking about the story to someone who I know will never read it. Then I will spoil them all day. because I am talking to them about story crafting and not just this work in particular.
I don’t like to talk about something that is coming up with people who might read it because I want to know what they think of the actual story as it presents itself, that way I know if it is working.
3. What’s something you’ve learned during your growth as a writer?
Oh man, a lot of things. Like personal ways of thinking about things and like stylistic things. And of course true to writing I can’t think of anyone thing in particular now.
I think something with my recent edits to KH that I kind of learned/evolved in is letting the audience fill in the gaps. When I did my re-read & edits there were times where I realized I was hinting at how things were going and then I would just flat out say them and I realized that the second part was probably redundant so I cleaned a lot of things up so that there are more things for the audience to piece together but that it is still clear what is going on.
The other BIG thing I tried to evolve with is giving the characters agency even if it means I don’t get the ‘moment’ or trope that I wanted. Especially because often I found that if I let them act things ended up falling into place just not in the way I had originally forced it to.
4. What’s your average number of characters in your works? Do you think you could handle more/less?
Hmm, this varies. Though in general I think of stories in terms of novels. It is really hard for me to think of a short story and that means that I have a long list of massive stories that I want to do and I can never get anything out and done. KH eneded up at about 100k words and I am happy to have others end up just as long if not longer.
5. What’s your religion system like in your WIP? Is there one?
Well one of my WIPs has a relationship with Buddhism but who knows if that story will every get done.
Religion in most of my other stuff is either not mentioned or it is a tool and belief system of various secondary characters.
6. How do you balance your writing with daily life?
I can’t and I really need to find a way to do so because I really miss writing and desperately need to get back into it.
7. Are there any stories behind any of your characters, creation wise or other?
Uh, depends on the story.
For KH obviously the main characters are based on the series characters, so for that I will talk about the two main original characters.
Yuuki Oshiro- he is the bad kind of ‘soft boy’ he has been sort of dismissed by his family and kept quiet about it. But when he finally finds the strength to do something for himself he goes about it in allllll the wrong ways. He expects the world to pay him back for all the poor treatment he has received and he doesn’t think of others in pursuit of this expectation.
Fun Fact: Since it might not have been obvious in the book, Mai’s is not the first body Yuuki tries to steal for Eloise. He actually got his feet wet in the body stealing game by trying to have Eloise possess his brother’s wife. :/ (there is a whole world of issues wrapped up in there) And it was his and Eloise’s attack on her that leads his brother to call on SPR.
Jack Murphy- He’s an actual narcissist; self-important, lacks any sort of empathy, fantasies about power, has a MASSIVE sense of entitlement, has a history of exploiting others for personal gain, and as most of you know he is directly based on my old boss. He’s a real piece of work and some of the worst things he says are basically things I got to hear IRL. One positive of working with that thing. Good story fodder.
8. What’s your setting like in three words or less.
Uh, I guess I will do this for the story I am supposed to be working on ATM
Wet, salty, hot (ewww, I don’t really like it when I say it like this)
9. How many different colors/shades are you currently utilizing in your WIP? Do you use color for any specific reason (emotion, tone, etc)?
oh color, Well in this story blue will be a thing I think for sure. Turquoise blue, like a coral pink, and maybe gold. Hmmm. I find that color tends to come for me as I am writing and then I will end up seeing a pattern emerging that I can end up leaning into as I move forward or go back and edit.
10. Do you gain inspiration from any source outside of writing (video games, rp, real life, dreams, etc)?
Sure, I think about everything in terms of story telling. When I over did it at the gym last week and had to lay on the floor trying not to puke or pass out. I tried to think about how to describe how this felt and how my trainer was acting as she worried over me and my reactions to her. ( I wish I had a video of it to know what it looked like) But I totally was thinking about how I want all of this information for a scene where someone has fought hard against something but eventually they are reaching their limit and their body just turns against them and they can’t anymore. I also thought about how much that experience exhausted me for the rest of the day and how it was effecting me hours and even a day or two later.
I have thought about wiring out the stories that I started when I did TTRPG with my friends. We all got too busy and stopped playing all of our various games at this point but I love a number of the stories that we started with and the variety of characters we had and since we stopped I think about just continuing things but... I don’t have the time. Need to work on the stuff I have.
These two long rants are to say yes. Inspiration from almost everywhere.
Questions Time!
Because of how my brain works a lot of these are linked to one another.
1.If you could write anywhere, where would you write?
1a. What is the weather there?
1b. What do you hear/ are listening to?
1c. What are you drinking/eating?
2.If you could come up with any story, your dream story, what would the setting be?
3. Do you have any preferred patterns for setting yourself up to write or rituals that help you get into the flow?
4 Can you write for just a few moments at a time here and there or do you need larger chunks of time to even get started?
5. What is your favorite piece of work?
6. What is its main theme? What about it holds you so deeply?
7. Pick a character you are writing/like to write, where is their favorite place to go?
8. What is their favorite sound? food? time of day?
9. What would the character you were just thinking of have to say about you?
10. When you are stuck how much compassion do you show yourself?
Tagging time!
@sprghosthunter , @seoulsborne123 , @radiowrites , @amynchan @taniyamamaiumi, @megabadbunny, @samantha-girlscout,
@frenchcirce, @csakuras, @snavej
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