#ask hipsofsteel

[hipsofsteel]

Happy birthday!

Thank you for this incredibly appropriate gift, considering my Zodiac sign. Screenshot of this ask covered in crabs to follow.

#ask hipsofsteel #youve given me too much power

[morning-glory215]

@hipsofsteel you sent me the infinity sign but mobile tumblr is a Bitch so I'mma have to do it here. Anywho.

In your light by Gotye

And when you're smiling on me That is all I need To put behind me all my worry And life's complexities It may be only a moment But the world just falls away And I forget myself And everything…

Our playlists really be messing with us today haha. This is already a really upbeat song but this is my favorite part of it tbh.

#ask meme #ask #hipsofsteel #ily babe thank you for asking

[trilliumvevo-moved]

As an Oregonian, should I explain the new partial (no, it's not statewide) self serve gas law and why we don't already have one?

Yeees please, go ahead (nothing against OR in particular, I’m just slightly confused because I haven’t really heard of having a gas attendant before until now)

#ask #hipsofsteel

[queerpyracy]

first line tag game

tagged by @mickeymagpie​

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors! 

i’ll get as close to 20 as i can and not in any particular order bc god help me if i can remember when i started anything. you’ll recognize some from this post. as always i love to talk about my projects so you can ask about any of them

under the cut 👇

1) the expedition of the witchbane (fantasy, maritime adventure)

The crew of the Witchbane knew exactly three things about Second Commander Ulric Helde.

2) the devil’s daughters (space western)

Rachel quietly closed the door behind her, and sat down across from her father’s desk, waiting for him to notice her.

3) meda (fantasy)

Meda watched the sea as the carriage drew near to the estate.

4) queen of fire (epic fantasy)

I was at archery in the gardens of Alameya when news arrived that my mother had died.

5) bedfellows (fantasy)

Liese and her mother are hanging out the laundry to dry when Hevris Anaan stops at their back fence.

6) idw2 pre-war starop (transformers, starscream/orion pax)

Pity things on Cybertron only seemed to get interesting the moment Starscream was away.

7) bearskin (fantasy, post apoc but like, Very Post)

The orchestra of crickets and frogs was still going strong as Ian put another log on the fire to keep the coals hot through the night.

8) saint thunder (fantasy, post apoc)

I suppose the Saints were born before Oasis was.

9) salt and steel (urban fantasy)

The storm has already rolled in by the time Inez is ready to leave her apartment.

10) the courtesan (space opera, my 2020 nanowrimo)

When I first meet Janai Tiresos, she’s ninety-three years old.

11) untitled thinly-veiled fantasy frankenstein fix-it fic

Lady could smell autumn on the air.

12) dawn star (fantasy, erotica, dead dove do not eat)

“No need to look so morose,” Yura says, his amusement evident on his face.

13) undying (modern fantasy)

Has he gotten any better?

14) shadow of the mountain (fantasy, romance)

We had no name for the land in which we lived when the others came.

15) prince of ashes (not related to queen of fire, a sports anime fantasy au with the serial numbers scrubbed off and genderbent)

“Kestrel.” Someone kicked her boot, and Kestrel groaned, pulling an arm over her face.

16) radiant sun (space opera)

Tirem had waited six weeks for their security clearance to go through.

17) salt moon (fantasy, romance)

Kirin sits very quietly, watching the other women fidgeting nervously.

18) the flowers of copernicus (sf)

Bren sets up the camera, making sure the lamp doesn’t render them blinding white on the video image.

aaaaaaaaaannnddd that’s all i got. tagging @hipsofsteel and anyone who got this far and wants to do it

#tag memes #babbles #my writing

[mintyowlfish]

for ze meme 🗿

what a beautiful head

you are my:

(  ) mutual

(🗿) friend

(🗿) close friend

you intimidate me:

(  ) yes

(🗿) no

do i want to talk more:

(🗿) yes

(  ) no

have i ever had a crush on you:

(  ) yes

(🗿) no

best feature:

(🗿) @

(  ) layout

(🗿) posts

random

( ) you’re very funny

(  ) you’re adorable

(  ) i freaked out when you followed me

(  ) i feel like i annoy you

(🗿) i love seeing your posts on my dashboard

(  ) you’re so pretty

(  )  i love you a lot

(🗿) you’re so relatable

(🗿) i’m grateful for you

(🗿) i wish i could meet you one day

#hipsofsteel #asks

[aoiszaizen]

For the send me a fandom post, Hetalia (because I had too).

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

the first character i ever fell in love with: Germany

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: N/A

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: N/A

my ultimate favorite character™: Germany and Canada

prettiest character: Ukraine

my most hated character: N/A

my OTP: GerIta/FrUK/Ametralia/CanUkr/Giripan

my NOTP: Us/Uk

favorite episode: Buon San Valentino

saddest death: DAVIE

favorite season: 5

least favorite season: N/A

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: N/A

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: I guess America counts here - he’s kinda trash and a cinnamon roll at the same time?

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: CANADA AND UKRAINE.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: N/A

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Ameripan

#hetalia #ask #hipsofsteel

[bottot]

Dear Anon who messaged hipsofsteel today

There has been a problem this morning, and hipsofsteel believes they have accidentally blocked you. Here is a message from them below.

Hello to the anon who sent me a request this morning. It involved cuddling between Chris and Beverly as an important part of their sibling relationship, and requested a fic made out of it.

I was planning on answering. However, before I answered, I decided to clear out the two hate anons I had with my block button.

And when I reloaded the page, your asks were gone too.

Now, I like believe and err on the side of caution that this is a tumblr glitch. As we all know, this site is held together with silly string and glitter glue, so it’s quite possible that tumblr just decided to erase many of my recent anon messages. It’s done stranger things before.

I’ve asked my friends to post and reblog this. In case you have gotten blocked, reach out to me at my ask blog, @ask-the-west-coast-trio, as it’s a seperate account. Please DM or send me an ask there. You will be kept anonymous to anyone besides myself. I promise you that.

I hope to here from you soon.

-Jess, AKA hipsofsteel

[thatsarcasticcollegenerd]

Tagged by @stark-international                                                                             

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 people you’d like to know better.

Nicknames: Amina or Gabrielle Gender: I guess female? Idk I don’t really identify as anything, but I use she/they so Star Sign: I don’t believe in it, but Aries Height: Short (5′1) Birthday: Nope. Favourite bands: I am terrible at band names. Favourite solo artists: Uh... Last show watched: The Librarians When did I create my blog: Because back in middle school I wanted to be one of the cool kids and I ended up meme trash. What do I post: what DONT I post?  Last thing I googled: Denver airport (I am trying to book a flight and I needed the airport code). Do you have other blogs: I used to have a writing blog but not anymore. Do you get asks: Lol no Why did you choose your url: Honestly I have no idea, I literally just picked four words. My previous user (thewildpowergabbi) was also my Youtube channel. Following: 1,687 Followers: 378 Favourite colours: Blue and emerald green. Average hours of sleep: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Lucky number: 19 Instruments: Piano, Spanish tambourine, my vocal cords What am I wearing: Pink floral dress, white undershirt, black “librarian” jacket, and grey sparkly hijab. How many blankets I sleep with: Currently, 2. Sheet and a blanket for weight. In the winter I add in a comforter and 2-3 blankets on top (so about 4-5 layers). To be fair, I also keep my room really cold. Dream job: Actor and/or film editor Dream trip: Is it cheesy as a Muslim to say Mecca? I also want to go to Sweden. Favourite Food: Um... food. Anything except olives and most pickled things (minus pickles ofc). Nationality: American Favourite song right now: Oh idk... Despacito ONLY because of the rhythm, and Hasbi Rabbi Jallallah

I will tag @ameliastardust @dsm-v @humorking @patrik-star @corixr @torchwicktrash @hipsofsteel... idk, anyone who wants to. Do I have to tag 20? The last guy didn’t! :P

#tagged

[hipsofsteel]

It's your birthday? Well, happy borth! You were one of the first people I followed on Tumblr 5 years ago. Can't believe how fast time went by. Hope you had a great day!

good lord, has it been that long? it should not have been that long. illegal, i say! illegal!

it was a very good day. thanks for the birthday wishes!

#ask hipsofsteel #me: i refuse to believe 2018 was five years ago #the concept of the solar year: well unfortunately-

[hipsofsteel]

Happy birthday Jessie!

thank you, clover!!!!! 🍀🍀🍀

#shout out to you #you awesome and fantastical human being #ask hipsofsteel

[hipsofsteel]

Happy Birthday!! Here's a duck for you🦆

Thank you! He shall join my wooden duck and ceramic chicken on the display shelf.

#ask hipsofsteel

[hipsofsteel]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

thank you!

#:D #ask hipsofsteel

[hipsofsteel]

merry birthmas!! :D

aw! thanks jackie!

#ask hipsofsteel #this just in: local oregonian history buff weirdo turns 25

[hipsofsteel]

69 for ColCa, 21 for Rusty & Kitty and 5 for Chris & Evelyn :]

Well, my beloved, either you picked awful numbers, or I have awful taste in music (unlikely for the Cyrano soundtrack features heavily on my Wrapped this year), because #69 is Mongolian rock music, #21 actually will work for that ship but not in a fun way, and #5 is the song I use to try to calm down my dog whenever the concept of wind gives her anxiety.

Anyhow, everyone whose old enough to remember when this was a Hetalia state OC blog, watch me return to my embarrassing ways.

Also, my most beautiful dearest... Tumblr has FUCKED their post editing and I really despise doing THREE of these fuckers in ONE ask. Goddamn NIGHTMARE post.

This ask is in reply to

#69, Carson and Roberto

"I'll pick #69 for the horniest characters," Katie thought. "Surely the funny number will correspond with a song that's worthy of the number." And then Jess looked at her playlist and found Mongolian rock music. Which was good music, but FREAKING HARD to adapt for these characters.

Absolutely no warnings for this, but the others will feature content warnings of a sort.

*

"What on earth are you listening too?" Carson asked as Roberto was at his desk in the living room, editing a movie script and actually wearing his reading glasses for once.

"Music." Roberto answered, chewing on the end of his pen. A habit he'd developed when he quit smoking.

"I can tell that." Carson deposited the decaf coffee next to his significant other, before taking a sip from his bottle of beer. "But where the heck is it from?"

"Mongolia." Roberto answered. "Bev sent me the album, said 'it fucks severely'. And she was right, it does."

Carson bit back a chuckle. "Of course she did. Is that script even set in Asia?"

"The vibes I need to edit does not have to match the vibes of the screenplay."

"Doesn't answer my question."

Roberto doesn't even glance at him, making a few quick edits and then frowning at something. Carson could have sworn he heard Roberto mutter well that's just a little too cliche for me even as he scribbled something out. Carson just watched him work, and sighed, settling down on the couch with his beer. Roberto's dogs were already fast asleep in their beds.

In a little while, he'd drag him off to bed. But for now, he'd just listen to this music with Roberto, and wonder if that script was set anywhere near Mongolia.

*

#21, Rusty and Kitty

Well. Sure this won't be sad/dark/SOMETHING EMOTIONAL.

Quick Author's note: This is set sometime in the late 1800s, North Carolina, and contains some allusions period typical racial violence. However, the characters, being capable of resurrection, do more violence in revenge. So you're warned in advance.

*

The problems always began when the area they'd managed to eek away a safe place to live in became too settled. When more people came, and asked questions about why a black woman and a white man were living together. Of course, Rusty knew that if the situation were reversed, it would be far worse. But still...

Here he and Kitty were, resurrecting in the ashes of their burned cabin. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Slowly, he got up, and went looking for their stash.

The spare clothes, food and water, and the weapons were out by the time Kitty stirred. Rusty helped her clean up and get dressed before he worried too much about himself. But once they were both done, they looked at each other with tired eyes.

When they'd come home after re-admittance to the Union, they'd both prayed things would get better. But as Reconstruction had faded away, they'd watched it all go to hell again. Rusty didn't even have to ask Kitty, tossing her a fully loaded pistol and a rifle with a bayonet already affixed.

They didn't speak. No banter of Yellowhammer or Tar Heel. Kitty simply crested the slight hill to look down on the town, and when Rusty joined her, she pointed out the houses of each of the men who'd burned down their home. Tired green eyes met exhausted brown ones, and they sat down, recovering and waiting.

And when night had fallen again, when the town was silent and still with sleep, they went down.

They stayed at each other's backs as they broke down doors and walked into bedrooms. As they shot their way through men who had shot them. They only killed the ones who'd been involved, leaving the others in each family behind.

And in the morning, they were somewhere in the mountains, sitting on stolen horses, and nursing cups of coffee with reloaded pistols.

Others in the north could preach about peace. Of a house divided reuniting. But the North, the Union, had abandoned them.

Alabama took North Carolina's hand as she walked them further south. They'd take shelter in Ashton's home for a while. South Carolina would have probably have heard of the murders by the time they got there, but he wouldn't turn out his sister, or Rusty. He'd frown, and quietly let them in.

Violence answered violence. And as long as justice was not served in this country, Rusty and Kitty, along with all the other states, would have blood on their names.

*

#5, Chris and Evelyn

Not much to work with from a calming, instrumental piece, so I used the title more as the prompt than anything else.

Quick Author's notes: Nothing too serious in this one, but there are some musings on death, so be warned.

*

They're sitting on the porch of Christopher's home in Wallowa county as the last light of the summer day fades into the night. The insects are singing, and the wind is whispering all around them. Both have Pendleton blankets across their laps, just existing in a peaceful silence.

And then, Chris speaks.

"How do you think it'll be when we die a permanent death? Do you think it'll be violent? Or will we just go to sleep? And- will we leave behind any signs we lived at all?"

Evelyn blinks, startled out of her silent reverie. "Well. How long have you been sitting on that one?"

"A bit." Chris admits, looking out at his horses. "I guess it's mostly in the abstract, but the succession movements always bring it to mind."

Ah, this was about Greater Idaho. Fifty years ago, it was about the State of Jefferson. Ten years ago, it was about Cascadia. Chris and Beverly constantly remembering that if they became too fractured, one or both of them might fall.

"Maybe it'll be violent. But I think we'll just- just disappear." She looked towards the softly colored sky, still clothed in dusk rather than night. "People will know we existed. We'll leave behind some sort of legacy."

Chris looked doubtful on that. She knew why. He'd watched languages and people die, while the conquerors tried to pretend they'd never existed at all. She took his hand.

"If something happened to you, and I was still around, I'd make sure you were remembered. Adam would. Clark would. We all would. I promise you won't just disappear.

He nodded, giving her a grateful look without looking directly at her. As their hands fell apart from each other, she heard him whisper.

"I'd do the same if anything happened to you."

#aph california #aph colorado #aph north carolina #aph alabama #aph oregon #aph kansas #oc roberto #oc carson #oc kitty #oc rusty #oc chris #oc evelyn #ask hipsofsteel #my fic #fuck tumblr in particular for giving me an error message unless i used their ''new improved'' post editior which i hate

[hipsofsteel]

Living in the free world, we're so fucking blind - praying we'll be fine. (Yes I stole a lyric from a song. Sue me.)

for this ask prompt

living in the free world, we're so fucking blind - praying we'll be fine

Elijah wishes he could say he's surprised as he watches the world change for the worse around him. He and Fatima always talk about places they could go if things get worse. If they become more dangerous, or more frightening.

But he worries. Will they really know when it's time? Will it be enough time to get out and away? To find safety elsewhere? And how will they stand what they have to leave behind? Their lives and friends, their pets, and above all else, their family.

They talk about leaving practically every night now. Fleeing for another hemisphere. But they don't book the flights, or look at visas. They just fall asleep, wake up, and go to work. Rinse and repeat.

Living in the free world has never felt so much like being trapped in a cage.

#aph new jersey #aph michigan #oc elijah #oc fatima #this one would be a human au #morning-glory215 #ask hipsofsteel

[hipsofsteel]

fake title prompt: Weep for yourself my man

for this ask prompt

weep for yourself, my man

Lupe has many regrets about having to stand with her state during the Civil War. She could have abandoned them and proclaimed her personal loyalty to Alfred, but what good would that do? She was the embodiment of Texas, and they needed her.

She convinces herself of this with her hair cut short, disguising herself as a man to fight and protect her home. She buries those regrets as much as she can, begging them to stay down and dead.

But when she and Roberto find themselves staring across each other in battle, one specific regret comes to mind. And, when they find themselves separated from their respective units, Roberto mentions the only name that can shake her to her core.

"Lupe... Beverly misses you so much."

Lupe knows where her loyalties lie. She cannot abandon her people. But that little girl needs her too.

And yet, she turns and rides back to Texas, abandoning her yet again. Abandoning all of her family.

When she next sees Beverly, it's 1877. No longer does a bright eyed girl of nine beam up at her. Instead, a lost and confused fifteen year old searches for answers. Answers Lupe does not have and cannot give, ones she can only aide her in finding. And as Beverly rides at her side, Clark misses his older sister.

Lupe can only weep for what this has done to all of them.

#aph texas #aph california #aph oregon #aph idaho #oc lupe #oc roberto #oc beverly #oc clark #anonymous #ask hipsofsteel #little lion man was playing as i answered this bc yeah i know that lyric