#flapjacques

[mirrorbird]

he's been living in my head for weeks

#the owl house #toh flapjack #toh hunter #palisman swap #flapjacques #dapjack??

[your-dearest-antego]

ok the reason why is because i read an article that nintendo made them taste bitter to deter children from swallowing them since they're so fucking tiny so my 23 year old self was like ok how bad could it be and yeah. bleh.

at first I was a little incredulous. but now I kind of want to taste a Nintendo switch cartridge for myself. what hav you done

#flapjacques #must #resist #temptation

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Tagged by @jo-harrington. Thank you!

1) How many works do you have on A03?

According to AO3, 195. However I do know it’s more since I have made a few drabble compilation. Someday I’ll reorganize everything.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

686,641

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Baldur’s Gate 3, Stranger Things, Marvel/MCU, Star Wars, The Magnificent Seven, M*A*S*H, Good Omens, and a scattering of other fandoms here and there.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Skipping Drabble/Headcanon compilations

I Want It All (Astarion x Ace!Tav)

Life Is Inevitable Like That (Ineffable Husbands)

Trust Me (Poe Dameron x Reader)

An Unspoken Thing (Doctor Strange x Reader)

Questions (Ineffable Husbands)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to most of them, or at least try to. I think it’s important to building a community, which is what I hope I encourage. Also as a way to show that yes, I did read it and yes, commenting does matter.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What If…Loki Lost His Love?

I don’t do major character death or angst in general. It’s just not what I’m looking for in fics, but I actually think I did a good job on this one.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them? They’re basically all one-shots with happy conclusions. I think if my recent stuff, probably I Want It All.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I did get one “kill yourself” message a few years ago, but it was just one person on anon. The reception to basically all of my fics have been positive.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds?

I’ve written some smut. I’ve done a couple of Kinktobers and some for Clone Wars. I think the best way I can describe the way I write smut is “sensual”? And it’s a little rougher. Idk, somebody better versed than me could describe it better.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Not really

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I did have a few of my Poe Dameron fics stolen a few years back, but I messaged them and they quickly deleted the fic. That all being said, if anybody notices my works being stolen or copied, please let me know.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that anyone has told me.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My sister and I have talked about it, but no.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Ineffable Husbands

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

*glances at all WIPs I already have published and drawers full of WIPs saved on my computer*

What are you a cop?

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization and emotions. At least that’s what people have told me.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Prose. I’m still working on getting more creative with my descriptions. I could also really get better at scene setting in general.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’m not against it, but use it wisely.

If you want to reader to understand what is being said, write it out in the language of the fic. This isn’t a movie. Putting a translation at the bottom of the chapter or in the middle of the sentence makes it sloppy. Instead type out “they said in X language, “___”.

However if you want a character to hear something being said in a different language and they don’t understand it, then type it out of you want.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished? Harry Potter

Published? Sherlock (no you can’t read it)

20) Favorite fic you've written?

Don’t make me pick. I’ve written so much and I have a soft spot for so many for a variety of reasons. If you want to send me a fic title and ask me about it, I’ll gladly answer any questions you want.

Tagging @leighsartworks216, @kittttycakes, @can-of-pringles, @flapjacques and anybody else who wants to join in!

#about the author #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion x tav #ineffable husbands #good omens #poe dameron x reader #Star Wars #doctor strange x reader #marvel #mcu

[nuketowncryptid]

AFTER TEN LONG YEARS WE FINALLY DID IT!!!!!! @flapjacques I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

#ALSO HELLO HI THIS IS MY FACE AND MY VOICE WHO CARES JUST LOOK AT USSSSSSSS

[babbushka]

Kylo could be a for-profit tomb Raider instead of some humanitarian supplying museums. Then, he’s still kind of a villain, would have tension with Indy senior over that issue, and he could have the badassery of a bounty Hunter or a mercenary all bound up in it too! If you want lol. I’m loving this!!

His girl could be the evil collector who spurs him on too! A life of luxury plus adventure is always a win win!

I've been doing a ton of thinking and I LOVE the idea that my friend @flapjacques replied in one of my posts that Ben breaks into museums and steals the artifacts that Indy works so damn hard to put in the museums in the first place!

I've also decided that Indiana never knew he had a second son, that Ben just goes off on his own and tries to make his way in the world before trying to hunt Indiana down, angry that he was absent all those years! And of course Indy is shocked as all hell when he finds out Ben exists, he had no idea, lol.

The main girl is the daughter of one of Indy's mentors, and also Indy's assistant in the university -- who through a series of unfortunate events, gets roped into joining Indy on an adventure where it all takes place!

[fatstinkynuts]

@flapjacques

Thanks for being a real bitch I love you

[noelevangilinecarson]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Thanks @mya-devries for tagging me!!! I've got a lot of obscure ones for y'all. Per usual: these are in no particular order.

1) Charlotte Malcolm (A Little Night Music)

2) Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins [preferably stage version but all the versions of Mary Poppins make my brain light up])

3) Greta Gill (A League of their Own)

4) Ellie Sattler (Jurassic Park)

5) Margaret Houlihan (M*A*S*H)

6) Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

7) Arabella Hempnettle (The Worst Witch)

8) Mae Tuck (Tuck Everlasting)

9) Lenara Kahn (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

10) Dolly Gallagher Levi (Hello, Dolly!)

Tags: @maurafreakinisles @themarbledfox @flapjacques @gibson-girl483 @trekkette @notogdenjesse @ladycayman @neednottoneed @bowandfez @raydorforpresident

I never know who to tag, so please, feel free to hop on in! 💚

#tag games #10 characters #10 fandoms #10 tags

[scribbledghost]

YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT OUR COWBOY LET'S TALK ABOUT OUR COWBOY!! he's such a great tactician and so fucking clever but when he comes to asking you out, he is dumbfounded. he tries to think of clever ways to ask you out but nothing seems to be worthy of you. this goober just wants to sweep you off your feet but how???? and then one day you invite him to dinner and he almost forgets to say yes

YES LETS!!

Also I completely co-sign this. I headcanon that he can flirt up a storm when there aren’t any Feelings(tm) involved (like if he’s trying to seduce a target), but as soon as he actually has a crush on the person he’s trying to flirt with? All that just... goes out the window. He gets flustered, blushes, stutters over his words, the whole nine yards. It’s actually pretty cute to witness, cause you can tell he just wants to impress you and let you know how much he likes you!!

And when he finally gets the courage up to actually ask you out on a proper date? He just doesn’t know what to do with himself. He thinks about it for days, maybe even weeks, trying to come up with a good way to ask you out. Eventually he settles on sending you a note, because at least then he  can think about what he’s saying and edit it and re-edit it just to make sure it’s perfect. He doesn’t have to worry about stumbling over his words that way.

But before he can finish the letter, you ask him if he’ll let you take him to dinner. You know. As a date. And his eyes get real big and it’s not until you get this disappointed little smile on your face that he realizes he forGOT TO TELL YOU YES so he immediately fixes that.

#agent whiskey #ghost scribbles #flapjacques

[anderfels]

dude i am so fucking upset about this game grump news i am so fucking angry

I fucking know right? Like... I’m going to be honest, out of everyone on the internet, I honestly would’ve expected Dan the least.

What a prick. What an absolute prick. Here’s to hoping he gets what he deserves. 

#flapjacques

[cptnbvcks]

OH WOW HEY YOUR BOSS IS HOT

WHAT WE’RE NOT GONNA DO IS HAVE A DISCOURSE ON MY BOSS’ ATTRACTIVENESS

I WILL NOT STAND IT I AM NOT DOING THIS 

#inbox #flapjacques #I refuse I refuse I will not do this #my boss has a brain full of rocks I will not

[alwayshinee]

hey i love it when you go off about your interests

;; ngl i’m crying a bit right now... thank you... seriously you’ve followed me through at least 3 blogs i cannot believe you do not have whiplash from the sheer amount of times i have changed interests (and sometimes went back to old interests), and i’m really grateful for you!

#flapjacques

[wheezingghoulbois]

youre the first person to notice the tail in krampus shane drawing lmao thank you

lmaoooooooooooo really? love that ahsflajklfajslkfja krampus tail rights akjsflkajsflaksfjlaskfj

#asks #love your art! 💖 #that tail is haunting everyone should remember it ajlskfjalksfjalksjf #flapjacques

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Strange Things Can Happen

OC x OC, Fluff, Light Angst, Self-Doubt, Character Study

Summary: Juliana comes to understand how little she knows about the world and her companion. Turns out, it's not always a bad thing.

Tagging: @flapjacques, @ghostface001, @arcanerazil, and @everything-intertwined (Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in the future. Totally understandable if you don’t)

For reference

A/N: I'm sorry, this really is all by brain can focus on. Please indulge me a little while longer.

Word count: 1.8K

Juliana took a careful sip of her drink as she watched Finn make his rounds about the room. 

He had finished his set and as per usual took the time to scrounge any extra coin he could from the patrons.  This took the form of charming smiles, flirtatious winks and occasionally lending an ear to anybody who cared to bend it. He was currently engaged in the latter, listening intently to an older man while occasionally scribbling something down in his journal. 

In these moments she couldn’t help but admire him. There was no performance when he wrote. Every glance and laugh was genuine as his face lit up with inspiration. It was endearing. 

The two men seemed to be finishing their conversation, the older shaking hands with the younger, parting with words she couldn’t make out.  

“Productive day?” she asked, as Finn finally made his way to their table. 

He met her with a grin. “I’d say so.” He nodded back to the bar. “Apparently he was stationed all the way to the Isles of Remora during the war. He swears up and down he spent an afternoon with a dragon after getting separated from his battalion. The way he tells it, the dragon was the perfect host, just wanted some company.”

She suppressed a smile of her own. She had been asking about the money. Of course, he was thinking about the stories.

“Should I leave you two alone then?” she asked, glancing down at the journal.  

“Jealous?” 

She gave a short laugh. “Hardly. I just hate to be a third wheel.”

“Not to worry my lady, I’m all yours for the remainder of the evening.” He then slid in beside her, tucking the journal away as he did. 

She slid over his drink in turn, each of them taking a swig as she allowed her eyes to wander the tiny inn. 

Snow drifted down past the windows, illuminated by the firelight within.  They were deep in the mountains now, slowly making their way towards Ak’Linas for no reason other than that neither of them had seen it before. 

They had decided to travel by foot rather than by airship. She had to admit there was no other way to truly appreciate the stark beauty of the East; however, the novelty of snow had run its course. She was more than grateful to have a warm room for the night with a proper bed and blankets. With any luck Finn had made enough for them to find another tomorrow.

She turned her gaze towards him, only to find him staring off into space. It was a familiar expression. No doubt the man’s story had sparked the beginnings of some new creation. 

“If you do need some time alone, I really don’t mind,” she offered. 

He blinked back to present, his dark eyes creasing in an appreciative smile. 

“Just organizing my thoughts,” he assured. 

“You think he was telling the truth?”

He considered a moment before shrugging. “No way to know for certain, but stranger things have happened. Speaking for myself, I’d like to think we live in a world where it did.”

She couldn’t bring herself to argue. Finn had shared with her a number of stories he had gathered over the years. Pages upon pages describing awe inspiring bravery and mundane serenity while never shying away from the horrors of the world. It was enough to make one believe in the gods and despise in the course of a paragraph. Despite this, he always found a way to find something hopeful to hold onto. In his world, at least, a friendly dragon could easily find a home. 

​“Do all soldiers carry such tall tales?” she asked.

“Most of them,” he admitted. “Growing up, the sailor’s quarter was full of men drafted into the King’s war. Those who came back had to find a way to understand what happened to them. Telling stories was part of it.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. Maybe it was different for foot soldiers. Her own father rarely spoke of the war. Even her uncle kept a tight lip about those years. Of course, neither of them spoke to her about anything truly important. 

“Is that how you started writing?” she asked, instead. 

“More or less. Seemed wrong that only some court-hired historian got to dictate the nobles’ victories. It’s not like they were actually there.”

Her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a hard line.  “Plenty of lords served on the battlefields, not to mention the king.” 

​He scoffed. “Maybe a few, but just as many were ready to sit back and point soldiers to where they wanted something killed. Who’s going to argue with a lord over credit when you’re just thankful to have all your limbs at the end of it.”

​She wanted to argue but felt herself come up short. She didn’t exactly have authority on the matter. What she learned about the war, she learned from her father and other lords who served under him; all exactly the type of people who would be willing to diminish the effort of their troops to uplift their own importance.

​She must have been silent for a long time, as Finn gave an awkward cough.

​“Sorry,” he said. “I sometimes forget who I’m talking to.”

​She shook her head. “All the more reason to tell me. I think I’m starting to understand how little I actually know.”

​A smile touched his lips. “That’s not a bad thing.”

​She couldn’t explain it, but something in his look made her feel just a little bit taller.  A warmth came into her cheeks, and she averted her gaze to her cup in hopes he wouldn’t notice.

​“So, I take it you had someone in the war,” she asked, deciding to change the subject. 

“My father,” he confirmed. “Second gunman Simon Greenwood of The Carotta.”

There was a pride in his voice that couldn’t help but make her smile. 

“Where is he now?” 

​“Back home, the Kingdom. Some old mates of his pooled their money together after the war and started a shipping company. My mum helps where she can, same with my sister and her husband.”

​“You have a sister?” she asked, but wasn’t completely surprised. It felt only natural.

​“Two,” he clarified. “Lyra is the oldest. Like I said, married, deliriously in love and has three beautiful children as a result.”

Her smile only widened at this new information. It was easy to picture him gathering a small brood in front of him, making them gasp and laugh and he told tales of his travels. 

​“Why do I have a feeling you’re their favorite uncle?” she said.  

​“Well on their mother’s side. It’s a stiff competition.”

She laughed, shaking her head. ​“And the other?”

​“Syble, second oldest,” he answered. “She’s in Tremora studying at the mage’s college. Knowing her she’ll be running the place within the year.”

​“And that makes you the baby?”

​“And the family's disappointment.” 

She frowned. He said it as a joke, but no laughter came to his eyes. Their usual spark dimmed in a way much too familiar to herself. 

​“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.

He glanced at her in surprise, but recovered quickly. 

​“Well, maybe disappointment is a strong word,” he allowed. “More like my father is still waiting for me to settle down and get a real job.”

​“You have a real job,” she defended. “All that scribbling isn’t for nothing.”

​“It’s not exactly going to get me a home in the Enclave is it?”

Her frown only depended. None of this felt natural coming out of his mouth. She hated to think how many times he had to listen to his father or others repeat those words to him. It was enough to make her want to march back to the Kingdom and knock heads together.

“Would you even want a home in the Enclave?”

He waved her off. “That’s not the point.”

“It’s the entire point!” she snapped. “If that’s what you actually wanted, you’d be in a clerk’s office somewhere or working to become an officer or any number of things. Instead, you’re here because you want to be. Because you’d be miserable doing anything else.”

​His brows creased; his expression unreadable as he stared. He then turned his eyes to his cup, his fingers drumming the rim as if to distract himself.

“Maybe,” he murmured. 

This wasn’t right. Minutes ago he was practically glowing with the love of his craft. She hadn’t met anyone with so clear a purpose in her life. It hadn’t even occurred to her that he could doubt himself.

​“Look,” she said, gently. “I don’t say this often because I didn’t think you needed the ego boost, but you have a gift. You’re an insightful writer and an inspired musician. And maybe those skills aren’t valued the way they should be, but that doesn’t diminish them. I can’t speak for your family, but from my own experience, I can’t imagine you disappointing anyone.” 

Finn remained silent for a long time, his dark eyes peering into her as if waiting for the punchline. He could keep waiting. She meant every word.  

​He let out something between a breath and a laugh. “I think that might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

​“Just speaking the truth,” she said, plainly. 

A wide smile spread across his face. ​“Oh I like this.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “What else is true about me?”

​She rolled her eyes. “You can be a real horse’s ass sometimes.”

​“Clearly. What else?”

​“You’re an idiot.”

​He hummed in agreement.

​“Not to mention impulsive.”

​“I prefer the word adventurous. It’s more romantic,” he amended. 

​“You should have died over a dozen times since I’ve met you.”

​“I’m lucky.” He shrugged.

​“And now you’re making me regret saying anything.”

​“Oh now, don’t say that,” he teased. “I can tell you what’s true about you.”

 “I’ll pass.”

​“Really?” he said, as he leaned in closer. “Because I would tell you…you’re a fighter.”

​She rolled her eyes.

​“Bit hot headed.”

​She thought on it for a moment before conceding with a tilt of her head.  

​“Stubborn.”

That earned him a glare.

“Beautiful.”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to be funny.”

“Me?” he said, clutching his chest in offense.

She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Damn him. 

He knew he caught her, grinning as he moved those last few inches so there was just a breath between them. 

 “I’ll tell you one more thing I know to be absolutely true,” he said. 

“And what’s that?”

“You’ve never disappointed me either.”

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say. There was no question in her mind; he meant it. Every word. 

He raised his glass then. She joined him in a silent toast, making a promise to herself and to him. 

She wasn’t perfect. She wouldn’t even say she was good, but, in his world, she could be. It was enough to make her want to try. After all, stranger things had happened.

#d&d #dnd #original character #juliana dawnborn #finn greenwood #oc x oc #d&d character #dnd character #d&d oc #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons oc

[nuketowncryptid]

one really funny thing that occurred while i was visiting @flapjacques was when they elaborately described dennys and 7eleven to me as though i was from a completely different country instead of from two states away. god i miss them 💕

#i thought it was really funny and endearing. i miss spending time with them they truly are my best friend in the whole wide web and world

[spursnroses]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💕

Aw this is one of the nicest asks I’ve received on here! Thank you 💙

#flapjacques #asks

[babbushka]

Beyond Reasonable Doubt sounds interesting and you don't post that much. your masterlist of fics is easy to follow. tumblr also has this weird thing about tags. sometimes they work, sometimes people don't get notified.

Lol thank you, I hope that it’s a fun read for everyone! I know, I used to have a taglist back in the day and it definitely was acting up. The thing with the masterlist is that it only gets updated once a month, which I know isn’t the most convenient for folks who miss when I post something. So while the tags might be temperamental, they would at least be better than that, maybe? lol idk it was just a thought!

#flapjacques #cowboy answers