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ticklet0d · 4 months
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FANFIC #1 HENSPER
When Jasper was younger, he had a crush on his best friend named Henry. I'm sorry, did I say had? Like it was past tense? Oh, sorry, my mistake. He still has it, actually, he's in love with Henry. Overly so if you ask me.
It's obvious yes? You've seen the show, so you'd think anyone could see it from a mile away, right? WRONG!
Henry hadn't even noticed.
Sure, he thought it was odd for his best friend to call himself Henry's soulmate, or he thought it was odd when Jasper would get a little too upset when he would get into a relationship. Sure a little odd, but that's just Jasper for you.
I mean, no, Henry hasn't seen him act like this with anyone else, but he's Henry's best friend, there are just, things that are different between them than with other people. It's not anything out of the ordinary, right? Wrong again.
Man, you aren't good at this.
You may have noticed earlier that I said Henry hadn't noticed. Past tense. Henry now started noticing these things.
Henry noticed every time Jasper would change the subject when he'd talk about Gemma or any other girl he'd be seeing at that time.
Or the way he'd get a little too touchy, don't get Henry wrong, he doesn't mind but he notices. He notices when Jasper tries to sit as close as possible to Henry whether there's plenty of space or not.
Call him crazy, but he swears he's seen Jasper try and hold his hand.
What Henry didn't notice at the time was that he liked it. Nay nay, loved it.
He gets this weird thrill when Jasper says something that wouldn't be considered normal things to say about your guy best friend. (Which why not?)
But that doesn't matter, because that's just Jasper, and maybe Henry's stomach does a tiny backflip when he sees Jasper's hand get a little too close to his.
Maybe.
And maybe Henry gets the thought of holding Jasper's hand a little too often than he'd like to admit.
Maybe Henry thinks a lot about Jasper and the things that could be a little too often than he'd like to admit.
Maybe.
But don't take my word for it, I'm just the writer.
So, I can't write fanfic on ao3 and I have a terrible disease called "writer's block," pray for me guys, let's hope I get over it😔
ANYRAY, hope you liked the read
Also, if you want to read better stories I've written - I promise they're better than whatever this is- check out my ao3 ' Vibezwith0llie' if you feel like it :))
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the-coffee-fandom · 9 months
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Ao3 is down and I don’t get to read the next 2 chapters I didn’t get to read because I fell asleep before the updates so I shall make sad memes 😞
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^ not mine
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flippythegodzilla · 2 months
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Don’t you just love having panic attacks because your afraid your freedom of speech and fandom will be lost? Yeah….
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zer0-thehero · 7 months
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Drawing I made for my story Can't help but be in your arms I wrote in AO3!
What do you all think?
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wanderingmoonmen · 7 months
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hiiii my kennderland goddess so ive been catching on to ur series of kennderland sooo much im so hooked to it ITS SO GOOD GODLY DELICIOUS KAWAII DELIGHTFUL GOODNESS i love it so much and like its the reason why im into crackship SO like im not rushing u or anything im just worried if theres anything wrong around u cuz u havent updated since july and i kinda worried ..... if u answer this THANKS SO MUCH for answering and i hope ure always doing well in everything !!!!1!1
Oughhh this is such a sweet ask 😭😭😭 There hasn't been anything "wrong" necessarily - I've been struggling to get through this part of the planned story as I am... way more comfortable writing angst/hurt/comfort/more plot nonsense rather than fluff. I love drawing fluffy stuff! Struggle to write 😅
Between that and just general ~adult life~ fun times (job has been stupid, but now I've committed to finding a new one so that's given a lot of relief, after a couple other med changes for the Mental Illness I'm finally finally feeling better) I haven't been able to progress
However! I do have.......... a lot of other stuff written (both for james/Leon and me falling down the rabbit hole of wesker/Birkin and intertwining everyone between SH and RE) that hopefully once I get through this slump I'll have a little bit of backlog (tbh getting this ask has kinda motivated me to wanting to try and work on this :) )
I also literally have an entire sketchbook full of drawings and have been drawing Entire Group Nonsense that I can hopefully post? I won't promise because it's annoying to scan stuff lol so maybe I'll take some pictures if that's something you'd want to see too (I do have some stuff on here already that went to the drawings on ao3)
It also has passed the one year of drowning into this nonsense where I accidentally drug myself and @fly-rye into this. Seeing these awful unpracticed drawings is so funny and scary 🤣 with me drawing Leon with SUPER emo hair
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I'll also in lude some doodles for the last chapters uploaded for PE
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Also James' big beautiful body in unrelated stupid shirts
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(I've done this on mobile so hopefully the formatting isn't horrendous 😅)
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feyrshin · 1 year
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runpastpolyphemus · 10 months
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ddejavvu · 2 years
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kinda wish i didn’t look into this
but in conclusion
snakes and lizards have 2.
and apparently some earwigs and millipedes??
i dunno 🤧
but bats do not have multiple dicks 🤩 just one ❗️
wait snakes have- i've written some snake hybrid!fics in the past few years YOU'RE TELLING ME HE COULD HAVE BEEN DOUBLE-DICKED???
it's okay bat!eddie has two dicks he told me himself and i saw them and there were two !!
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bangtann-bangdamn · 1 year
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Me drafting the next update: huh, I don’t remember it being this short
*moves to next part where something is mentioned that hasn’t happened yet*
*looks at the original version of the draft*
*sees a whole section wasn’t included*
Me: I am stupid 🙃
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i think i may have just written one of the funniest things i’d ever write. i used up all my funny on it, i may never write anything funnier
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clingyduoapologist · 2 years
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I’ve been in such an art block
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the-coffee-fandom · 2 years
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Tim rolled his eyes as he entered the coffee shop, slamming his thumb on the end call button and shoving it in his pocket. Stupid Bruce couldn't do anything could he? It was his company and Tim basically ran it because he refused to even come into work for more than five minutes a day.
Tim walked up to the counter, ignoring the stunned and starstruck faces of some of the patrons around him, and looked the barista in the eyes. He already had his wallet on hand and slammed a twenty on the counter.
"Give me whatever has the most caffeine and then add as many as you legally can. Keep the change," he gruffed.
Now usually Tim liked to be more polite. After all, they never did anything to him and they were providing him with his caffeinated god that he so needed especially on a day like today where his workload was packed sky high all because Bruce never showed up and only informed him last second that he needed stuff done for him because he was busy. But while he was usually very good at just shoving his emotions in his pocket and slapping on a false smile that could woo any crowd as easy as it was to hang up on his adoptive father, he just was not in the mood for it right now.
The barista nodded his head and quickly typed something into his device. He didn't give his name as everyone already knew it. He slipped the bill into the cash register, not taking out any change, and waited a few seconds for the receipt to print before pulling it off and handing it to him.
"Here..."
Tim took it and grunted his thanks before moving out of the way for the person who had just walked in the door so he wasn't blocking the counter. He scanned the room for an extra table, finding one in the corner. Perfect, exactly where he liked to sit. He walked over and sat himself down, taking out his laptop to do some work. He refused to go into the office early today as a silent protest towards Bruce, instead opting to stay in the tranquil atmosphere and refreshing scents of the coffee shop. He could always order more coffee later anyhow if he stayed without having to make another trip or be forced to only have the office coffee. It wasn't the worst, but could be better.
He'd only just logged into his laptop when a name was called.
"Drab!"
His eye brows creased together as he heard the distinctly feminine French accent twirl around the word. No one else moved nor had the only other person in line finished ordering. It must have been his. He stood up and slowly approached the counter. Maybe she had just pronounced it wrong? Was she just learning English?
He got to the counter and met eyes with a black haired beauty. She was wearing the standard coffee shop black apron on top of a nice collared white shirt and black pants but had embroidered on in pink the word Marinette. She was petite and when their eyes met she gave him what was clearly a fake smile, holding out his drink.
"Have a nice day Monsieur," everything about it screamed fake and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. She just rolled her eyes, turned on her heel, and joined her blue haired buddy who was at the counter attempting to help the woman trying to order something.
He looked down at his hot cup, turning it so the name was facing toward him and low and behold, scribbled onto the cup was TIM DRAB. He wondered briefly if this was for his behavior towards the other employee and he had a flash of guilt for that. He walked over to the tip jar, catching the girl's eyes once again. He gave her a sheepish apologetic smile and pulled a fifty out his pocket and stuck it in the tio jar before heading back to his seat. He could feel her curious gaze upon him even after he sat down.
Tim made it a habit to come to that coffee shop every day. Not because of the girl- Marinette was her name- but because they served amazing coffee. Yeah, that was it.
He walked in this morning in a much chipper mood. He was looking forward to seeing what she would put on his cup today. He had gotten Drape, Duck, Ram, Rim, Drame- which he found was French for drama- and even began just putting random names on his cup as she couldn't think of anymore. It always brought a smile to his face as she purposely butchered up his name. At first it was because he was a dick, but he's glad she never stopped even as her smiles became more sincere. They were more beautiful that way. He especially loved when she would doodle cute little things on his cup as well. He had gotten a duck,a liliac, a cute landscape, and even him with a coffee cup between his hands.
He ordered his usual cup of the most caffeinated drink they could offer plus as many shots they could legally put in and went to his table to wait, going through his daily routine of taking out his laptop to begin work.
"Tim," a male voice called.
Tim's head snapped up to lock eyes with Marinette's blue haired companion, an easy but sympathetic smile on his face seeming to already know about the tightening of his chest and disappointment like a stab wound infecting him. She wasn't here? His eyes flickered around for a moment in disbelief only to find her absent. He sighed and got up, heading to the counter dejectedly and grabbing his cup.
"Today's her day off," the man- Luka his name tag showed- informed him with a slight upturn of his lips and a shrug, "she doesn't take them often so it's actually good she's giving herself a break."
He would never admit it aloud, but he was sulking in his usual corner as he sipped his caffeinated beverage and typed up the latest evidence on a crime Bruce had put him on, finally deciding that they needed Red Robin's help; but only on the sidelines. He rolled his eyes and closed his computer, annoyed. He wanted to be useful, but all he was.... he didn't even know.
He stuffed his computer in his bag annoyed at Bruce for piling up his work onto him, annoyed at his brothers for never wanting to hang out, annoyed at everyone for never needing or wanting him, annoyed at the stupid café that Marinette wasn't here to make his day better, annoyed at the world. He aggressively zipped up the bag, snatched it up, and stood quickly only to almost run straight into someone.
"Sorry, sorry I didn't know you'd stand so suddenly."
He knew that voice...
He actually focused on the person only to find Marinette in a cute navy blue blazer and dark grey pants with a white t-shirt underneath, embroidered on the blazer was a delicate pattern of cherry blossoms and roses and a few daisies. Her hands were up in a placating manner as she had a nervous smile on her face looking up at him through her lashes.
He blinked, "Marinette?"
She smirked back, "What? Can't recognize me without the uniform?"
He couldn't help as his lips quicker up as she teased him. He was relieved to see her. Probably more so than he should have been but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"Marinette."
She smiled and picked up his cup, inspecting it before picking a sharpie out of her pocket and began scribbling on it. Her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she worked and he couldn't help but think how it was just the cutest thing. She finished and handed the cup back to him with a sweet smile. He took it with a soft smile of his own. As she put the cap back on the marker he looked at what she had written but was surprised to find no picture nor misspelling of his name.
It was a phone number.
He looked back up at her in shock to find her looking down, fiddling with the permanent pen in her hands.
"You don't have to do anything with it, I just thought..."
"Would you go out with me?" Tim interrupted before she could fluster herself up more.
Marinette looked up at him in surprise for a moment before a happy grin grew on her features, "I would love to!"
Tim returned her smile. Marinette's eyes glanced down to his bag before they snapped back to him.
"You're leaving, let me walk you out."
Tim just nodded and walked besides her out the door. He looked down at her and smiled. She met his eyes and before he knew what was happening her soft lips were pressed to his for a very brief moment before she was sprinting away.
"NEXT WEEK TUESDAY SAME TIME YOU'RE ALWAYS HERE. DON'T BE LATE!" She called over her shoulder.
Tim stood there stock still for a moment before a dopey smile infected his face. Yeah. He loved that girl. He turned on his heel and headed towards Wayne Enterprises. Maybe today wasn't so bad.
He knew even if the days were shit he always had his mornings.
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hana-loves-bumblebees · 2 months
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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”
My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding
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faeriekit · 5 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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wanderingmoonmen · 1 year
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They keese...
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animentality · 9 months
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