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daimyosprincess · 1 year

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wip game: Sharp Objects

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.

It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee

Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭

As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.

18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“That was my fucking bounty.”

You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.

He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”

“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.

“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.

You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.

Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”

The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.

“You son of a-”

The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it.

Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.

The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?

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#yeah they're gonna have some of that nasty good sex for sure for sure #sharp objects fic #zwei writes #boba fett x reader #fanfic #ask #ask game #wip

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tinkertoysdamn · 6 days

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WiP Wednesday Two for One

Two, count them two WiPs!

1) YSA, IMIWYW in progress

As promised, Carol had called Muneeba ahead of time but they still felt a little silly. All Carol had managed to do in sending Kamala home was give her time to upload some assignments and have dinner with her family.

Then again, considering how little time Carol and Peter had spent with their own respective families, maybe they had done her a favor.

“She’s in her room,” Muneeba told them, escorting them into her home, still partially under construction from the unexpected Kree attack. The hole in the ceiling had a temporary patch of plywood while the drywall repairs on the walls were still unpainted. “How long do you think you’ll be away this time?”

“Maybe a day, two tops,” Peter said, following her lead. “It doesn’t take that long to make a planet.”

“Wait, you’re all making a planet?” That incredulous question came from an older man, obviously Kamala’s father.

“I’m making a planet,” Peter clarified. “Kamala’s there in case, I don’t know, the Kree renege on the treaty and we have to kick their butts or something.”

For that little comment, Peter got a soft punch in the arm from one Captain Marvel.

“Ow! What’d you do that for?” Peter asked.

“Saying that kind of thing out loud, you should know better than that.” So, Carol was the superstitious type?

Peter filed that information away for later. Maybe Rocket or Mantis might want to join in on a little prank when things calmed down.

2) BABISTH Chapter 2

When the song was over Gamora demanded, “Play it again.”

This time, Quill wouldn’t comply. The little scowl on his face was rather amusing. “I’m not playing it for a fourth time.”

She hadn’t realized that was the case. “Fine.” There were other forms of entertainment Quill could provide. “Tell me a story then.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “What kind of story?”

“An Earth story.” She liked those.

That gave Quill pause. “You sure you aren’t sick of those by now?”

Gamora’s eyes narrowed. “If I was, I wouldn’t ask.”

“So bossy,” he murmured, clearly pleased. “Okay, once there was this lady named Mary Poppins—” As he piloted their craft through endless space, Quill recounted the tale of a magical woman, a caretaker, and a teacher. Her lessons of magic and wonder had healed a family, allowing them to learn to reconnect with each other.

It was a lovely tale.

“Was that a history, or a culture story?” Gamora asked.

“Culture story.” It was pretty clear that Quill wasn’t used to anyone listening to his ramblings. “Say, why do you like my stories so much?”

That was a hard question to answer. Gamora had been all over the universe causing mayhem and destruction. Though she had technically stood on the soil of dozens, if not a hundred worlds, she knew little about any of them. She had never bothered to learn anything of the people she helped her father trample. Gamora had never indulged her curiosity, had never attempted to engage anyone else about their own lives.

Even her siblings she kept at arm’s length, wanting to know nothing of their pasts or their cultures.

Thanos had no need for music or stories of valor. She thought that she had been the same way, at least, until she met Peter Quill.

#tinker writing process #fic: tlslwr #starmora #Peter quill #gotg fic

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carlos-tk · 8 months

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hello d! nice ask week question for you - as a new member of the fandom, how did you come across 911ls? also, what inspired you to start writing fic? what's your favourite thing about writing fic and the thing you find most challenging? 💜

Hi Lola! Thank you for the question 💗 Sorry for answering this so late!

How did you come across 911 LS: Answered here 😀

What inspired you to start writing fic: Well first off the last time I had written fanfic was when I was like 15 writing about (redacted) 🤫 It was only a couple fics and definitely nothing good 😂 thankfully I had the sense to delete them from existence all those years ago 😅 I’ve written other things since then but not fanfic. Hence why I was so nervous to share my first bits of Tarlos writing. Now as for starting to write Tarlos: My inspiration was just the show and TK and Carlos themselves. Their story is just so beautiful, and I really connected with aspects of each of their characters. And then just reading fic again in general is inspiring me. So many talented people crafting their own stories and it just makes me eager to join the fun and contribute. I have a need to put them in even more situations 😂 I’ve been finding inspiration pretty easily at the moment. The way my brain works, I hear a lyric or see a random picture, anything as simple as that and I’m brimming with ideas. My number one thing I found inspiration in is literally just words. I’ll be reading a fic and someone uses the word ‘savour’ or ‘speechless’ and bam I’m thinking and I have to exit the fic tab and go start writing before I lose my idea. A few WIPs started from something as random as that. As an example the colleagues AU I’m working on all started from twos things: Someone [that may or may not be you and Rae] using the word ‘professional’ in their fic, which of course made me think of TK saying the words ‘what we did this morning was very unprofessional’ in that 2x04 scene. I went hmm professional? = work = colleagues = hookup in the office and so forth 😂 I now have 2 separate office based WIPs in the works because some of the scenes I’m writing aren’t working with the current plot so they’ve been shifted into a new doc haha. But I’m serious. Other writers are the reason I’m even attempting fic again no rules in breakable heaven by @strandnreyes and un(professional) services by yourself and @rmd-writes got my brain ticking and really gave me a kick up the butt to actually try write anything even half as good as those💗💗💗

What’s your favourite thing about writing fic: The strories you get to explore. Getting to have fun with the characters we know and love. Being able to expand on scenes and missing moments in canon, and weave my own intricate story whilst still making it feel faithful to them. Thinking up an AU and put them in whatever environment I feel like, I am really loving it atm. When I actually have the time to write anyway, because I certainly have not this week 😅

What you find the most challenging about writing fic: Sort of mentioned above because it’s a favourite and also challenging. But when crafting my own story, specifically an AU, trying to make them feel authentic to the characters we see on the show. Whilst also being fully fleshed characters in their own right in the little universe I’ve created. It’s got me like ‘would he say that? would he think that? would he do that?’ even in this made up scenario. And if there’s one thing I’m gonna do, it’s overthink 😂

#nice ask week #asked and answered

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babyybitchhh · 3 years

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Draken x Reader 18+

Title: The Last Stall

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 3,977

Warnings: daddy kink, over the knee spanking, punishment, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, public, toilet blowjob, passing mention of vomit

A/N: This is something quick and not overly polished I spit up instead of working on any of my existing wip's. lmao (but in sad) I really need to stress the warnings on this one, specifically the toilet blowjob part because I know that might squick some people out. u_u

P.S. yes, the title is a pun and I'm unreasonably proud of myself for that one, haha. Please enjoy (?)

♥♥♥♥

Your whining pleas fall on deaf ears as Ken drags you, tripping and stumbling, towards the nearest bathroom in the largely deserted train station. The hardly conspicuous snickers from the rest of the group filters up behind you, serving only to highlight your shame and make you further regret every poor choice you’d made today. Sure, you’d been acting like a brat off and on, here or there, but was it really that different from your usual?

And more importantly, was sticking your tongue out at him really where he drew the line?

“Please, Ken,” you mewl, tugging back on his hold even though you knew damn well it wouldn’t get you anywhere. “I promise I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a joke!”

He doesn’t respond, and your stomach does a nice little somersault when you glance up only to find the signage for the restrooms looming right overhead. You weren’t sure what he planned to do once he got you inside, though you could certainly take a guess, and you bring your opposite hand up to try and pry his fingers off your wrist in a last ditch effort.

No such luck, of course. He was just too strong, too big for you to escape from once he already had a hold on you and your feet inelegantly shuffle over the threshold into the men’s room no matter how hard you try to put on the brakes.

Stopping long enough to make sure no one else was already in here, Ken pulls you down the row of stalls and into the last one where he slams the door shut hard enough to make you squeak. Your heart is in your throat as you sheepishly peer up at him and he levelly stares right back as he flicks the lock into place without missing a beat.

“I’m sorry?” You try in a small, hopeful voice.

“I gave you plenty of chances to be sorry earlier.” He intones. “You’ve been asking for this all day, princess. Don’t act surprised now that you’re getting it.”

“But, Ken - -“

“The only butt I’m concerned about right now is yours.” He gives your arm a pointed tug. “Come here. Now.”

You momentarily consider kicking and screaming your way out of this but Ken must see the thought flash across your face, because his frown deepens in warning. Realizing he’d be just as happy to go about this the hard way, even in a public space, you hesitantly close the distance between you and him on shuffling little steps.

Satisfied with your decision to cooperate, he releases his hold on your arm so he can bend down and reach under the skirt you were wearing. A quiet whimper bubbles up in the back of your throat when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, falling into a crouch as he tugs them to your ankles in a single fluid motion.

“Step out.”

You comply, slowly, and he tucks them away in the pocket of his jeans before rising to his full, towering height again. It would be nice to say you’d come to terms with your fate, or rather the fate of your ass, but he still manages to catch you off guard when he reaches out to grab you by the back of your neck and yank you forward into a half bent position. The physical strength in his lanky body manages to be impressive even now, and you choke on a haggard sound as he loops an arm over your back so he can haul you right up off your feet.

“Wait!” You blurt, alarmed by how much of the tiled restroom floor was suddenly taking up your line of sight. “I’m sorry, Ken! I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do it again! Really!”

A sharply delivered smack over the cotton of your skirt has you yelping. “I bet you won’t after this. How’s it feel being drug off to the bathroom like a child to get spanked? Huh?”

You can’t help withering at that, and a startled whimper bursts out of you when he tucks you more securely under his arm with a rough jostle. Then, to your surprise, he pivots so he can smack his boot down on the edge of the toilet and pull you over his bent leg, propping your ass up in the air for the perfect angle to strike at.

Practically wheezing, you blindly reach up to fist one hand in the back of his jacket while the other latches onto the arm holding you around the middle. God, you’d really done it this time. He was not happy with you at all.

“First things first,” he starts, punctuating each word with a swat to either cheek. “You wanna’ tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn brat today?”

“No …” You murmur only to cry out when he brings his hand down again, harder this time.

“Second chance.”

Blinking back the sting of humiliated tears, you suck in a faltering breath. “I don’t know … I just thought it was fun.”

Barking out a humorless laugh, Ken lands two more slaps across your ass. “And are you still having fun, princess?”

“Mm’not.” You sniffle sadly.

“Good.” He hits the left cheek and then the right in quick succession, making you lurch in his hold. “I’d be doing something wrong if you were. But I think I was pretty lenient today considering all the shit you pulled. What made you think I wouldn’t burn your ass up for acting like that, huh? Thought you could get away with anything just because we were in public?” Another scoffing laugh to accompany the sting of his palm striking you over your behind. “Do I really seem the type to let shit slide because of that?”

“Nooo …” You whine, squirming at the steady burn that’s settled into your skin now. His hold on you is unfaltering though, so you resort to impotently curling your legs up in the air to try and dissuade him instead.

But Ken merely shoves them away so he can spank your ass twice more before flipping your skirt up to expose you to the full brunt of his swing. You seethe when the cool air touches your inflamed skin, goosebumps erupting all across your body when it makes the nerves sting even more.

“Then why did you try me, princess?” He prods, hand flattening across the swell of your ass so he can rub the pain in with his abrasively callused palm. “We didn’t have to do this, y’know. What do you think the guys are saying right now? You think they won’t know exactly what happened in here?”

The first smack against bare skin is easily the worst yet and you wail in agony, uselessly kicking your feet out behind you. “I’m sorry!”

“Not yet you aren’t.” He promises.

Another set of blistering swats has the tears you’d been fighting back so valiantly dribbling down your flushed face, unhindered, and you’re distantly aware of the soft plop of them hitting the restroom floor. The pain was starting to reach fever pitch now, you weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle without devolving into ugly sobs, but you already knew he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

That’s just the kind of guy Ken was.

“Daddy …” You choke out, hoping to appeal to his emotions even if only enough to cut your punishment in half.

It doesn’t seem to sway him though, and his heavy hand lands across your backside hard enough to make your head swim. “It’s a bit late for that now, wouldn’t you say? You don’t get to be daddy’s good little girl” smack “when you’re bent over his knee” smack “getting spanked like a bratty baby. That’s not how this works and you know that.”

Struggling just to breathe through it, you pitifully writhe against him. “Mm’sorry, daddy … I should have been good …”

“That’s an understatement.” Ken scoffs.

Readjusting his hold on you with a brief jostle, he spanks your ass a few more times before pausing to drag his palm across your blistering skin. You seethe at the stinging, burning pinprick sensation but he isn’t quite done yet, and a frantic wail rises up out of you when he starts up again.

“Next time you’re going to make better decisions, aren’t you?”

“Y - yes!”

“And you’re going to suck my cock when I’m done spanking you, right?”

“Yes, daddy, I will! Anything!”

He noises a soft grunt of approval as he peppers both cheeks with a handful of sharp smacks meant to drive his point home. “And then you’ll apologize to everyone for being such a bratty little girl when we go back out there. Look them all in the face and explain why you needed to get your ass beat.”

Hanging limp from his grasp now, all you can do is nod your head in shame but Ken clearly expects a verbal response, and he brings his hand down hard to make you squeal.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“I will! I’ll apologize to eh - everyone for being bad today!”

“Good call, princess.” Delivering another solid strike to both cheeks in turn, Ken finally lets up on your poor behind in favor of rubbing his warm hand across it. The hiccuping sounds of your crying quickly rushes in to replace the continuous slap of skin on skin that had once dominated the empty bathroom, and he quietly shushes you after a long moment of letting you get it all out. “Calm down, baby. It’s over. Just take a deep breath, okay?” He says, gentle now in place of the stern and reproachful tone he’d been using with you.

Obediently, you suck in a haggard, stuttering breath and let it out in one big woosh but it does very little to ease the hurt of your spanking. At his encouragement, you do it again and then again until you finally start to come down from it one piece at a time. Soon enough, your broken sobbing recedes to soft, sniffling whimpers and he gives your sore rump an approving pat that makes you hiss before moving to lower his leg off the toilet.

“You know I don’t like punishing you like that.” He murmurs, gently setting you down on your feet and even though you know that’s not the whole truth you still find yourself leaning into the comfort of his arms when he pulls you into a hug. “I just want you to be good for me. You know that, right?”

Face buried in his shirt, you nod your head.

He sedately drags his hand across your back in comforting circles until you eventually calm down a bit more some moments later. Pulling back to look at you once your shoulders have stopped trembling with muffled sobs, he reaches up to thumb some of the moisture away from your face. “There’s my pretty girl. You ready to suck daddy’s cock so we can get out of here? Hm?”

You offer him a tremulous, hopeful little smile and nod.

Pleased, he moves to unfasten his pants and you lick your lips in anticipation, squirming on the spot. You’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t just ever so slightly damp after that and it eagerly clenches when his thick cock springs up in the air. He manages to surprise you, though, when he shuffles around you and takes a seat on the toilet with his jeans shoved down around his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs in a wide v that leaves his heavy ball sac hanging in plain view.

You gulp. Hard. “Like that?”

Ken nods once as he reaches around to take himself in hand and slowly pump, the motion making his foreskin bunch at the top and then pull back just far enough for you to see the visibly wet glans poking through. “It’s what you deserve for being such a bad girl, isn’t it? A little humility will do you some good, princess.”

At your hesitation, he hums a low sound of warning and you grudgingly shuffle closer so you can kneel on the floor. Your stomach clenches and flips over itself, repulsed by your close proximity to the public toilet, but you were resigned to see this through to the end. A healthy serving of degradation was left on the negotiation table after discussing limitations and hard passes so it wasn’t like he’d presented you with a completely left field request.

At least you still had your safeword.

At least the toilet looked clean.

Drawing a steadying breath, you place your hands on Ken’s slim yet muscle heavy thighs and lean forward. His unoccupied hand comes up to meet you halfway, cradling the curve of your skull and guiding you to the waiting tip of his penis. You give it a lingering kiss as if in apology, then slowly work your way down the underside of it one peck at a time until your lips meet his curled knuckles where he’s still gripping himself. You kiss those too, reverential, before rising up on your knees even as they ache in protest against the unforgiving floor.

You weren’t sure which was more painful, that or the constant burning heat that encompasses your whole ass, but you resolve to ignore both for the time being. Opening your mouth wide, you flick your tongue out to lap across the exposed glans, tasting a dollop of bitter precum, and Ken issues a slow, sighing breath through his nose.

“You might not want to take all day, princess.” He murmurs, tightening his hold on your head and pushing down so that you’re forced to accept a quarter of his length into your waiting mouth. “The guys’ll start to get antsy if you don’t speed it up a little bit, and I don’t think you want another spanking for holding everybody up.”

Whining at the mere suggestion, you blink back a fresh rush of salty tears and begin bobbing your head, making sure to hollow out your cheeks on each upward pull. He moans into the still quiet after a long beat and then shifts, reclining against the back of the toilet. This alters the position of his pelvis, just as he’d likely intended, and with no other choice you hesitantly lean further over the bowl. The added effect of jutting your bruised ass up in the air only seems to highlight your humiliation even more, and you’re ashamed at the way your pussy needily clenches in response to it.

“Good baby. You look so hot like this, you know that? Don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner …” Pausing, he releases his cock and brings the hand up to affectionately brush some of the hair from your face. Gathering it up and then back, he digs his fingers in on either side and grips hard at the root as he pulls you into a faster bobbing motion that leaves your mouth noisily schlucking around him. “Only bad girls get treated like this, you know. I hope you remember that for next time. Come on, princess. Look at me while you’re sucking me off.”

Slowly, you swivel your gaze upward to lock on his face and you squirm when you find the heavy lidded stare he’s got leveled on you. If it weren’t for the slightest draw of his brows, the faintest dusting of pink high up on his cheekbones and the faint sheen of sweat on his skin you would almost think this were any other blowjob you’d ever given him. Not one administered after a blistering spanking nor one taking place in a public restroom over a toilet. The fact he seemed so unbothered, so impartial to the plight you’d brought on yourself only drives the point further home and you suck in a faltering breath through your stuffy nose.

The sound catches his attention, dark stormy eyes lighting up with alertness and he softly coos at you. “What’s the matter, baby? You feeling like a filthy slut down there or something?”

You pitifully nod your head, struggling to swallow around him. The flex of your throat makes him groan, very softly, before tipping his neck back in relish.

“Glad to hear it. That was the point, you know …”

The distracted note in his voice when he trails off tells you he’s enjoying your mouth, so you slide one of your hands inward to grip him around the base and pump, eager to be done with this humiliating act of service. Ken allows it for a long moment while he simply luxuriates in the sticky warmth of your tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, but then he stirs as if out of a light slumber.

“Don’t forget the balls, pretty girl. Ya’ gotta’ show them some love too.”

Actively grimacing in disgust, you start to bring your opposite hand down to caress Ken’s hanging sac but a low sound of warning stops you short. You understand what he wants all too well and you pull off him with a small wet pop, taking little gasping breaths as you regard the challenge in front of you. The toilet did in fact look clean - probably only recently scrubbed down before you got here. May not have even been used yet since then.

But knowing what it was still makes your gag reflex react, and you choke in the back of your throat. You didn’t really want to do this and, sensing your uncertainty, he lets up his hold on your hair in favor of caressing down the sides of your face in a comforting gesture.

“You wanna’ stop? Just say the word, princess.”

You seriously consider it for a short beat, but you ultimately decide not to. Not when you were already down here, demeaning yourself like this, because it would feel like a waste of your efforts. You’d gone this far, how bad could another inch towards depravity really be?

Besides, this was your penance for acting out so much today. The cycle of give and take you’d settled into with him couldn't properly come to a close so another could begin until after you’d earned his forgiveness for this transgression, and you so badly wanted that more than anything else.

Resigned, you swallow your nerves and tip his cock back towards his stomach, drawing his ballsack higher, and then lean down. Revulsion makes your stomach roil into a tight, uncomfortable knot even as you slip your tongue out to take a tentative lap at the sinfully smooth skin of his scrotum. When you don’t promptly retch and throw up all over the place (at least you were already in the perfect position to do so) you dip your face just that little bit lower to suck his left teste into your mouth.

Ken absolutely seethes at it, his thighs noticeably tensing up around your face. Apparently he hadn’t expected you to really do it and you feel a brief surge of victory, glad to catch him off guard even at the price of your own dignity.

Slightly more sure of yourself now, you suckle at his nut while lazily pumping him with your hand and you delight in the way the motion pulls on his sack. The groaning sound of fluster that comes out of him only further emboldens you and you let his teste pop out of your mouth with a wet smack so you can alternate to the other. The smell of sterile cleaning products, bleach and other disinfectants, swarm your nose, almost covering the heady musk of him while you make a pointed effort not to glance down at the bowl. A small relief at this point but one nonetheless.

You weren’t so sure your churning stomach could withstand the close up visual no matter how clean it looked.

“Shit, baby. That’s it. Such a good girl … you make daddy so proud, you know that?”

Warming under his praise, you release his sack and lick a wet stripe along the seam right up to the underside of his cock. You work your way higher still until you’re rising above his lap again where you guide him into your mouth, taking him as far as you can go. The muscles in his thighs visibly twitch, gradually tensing up for you, so you put your all into bobbing up and down his length again, squeezing the base where your lips can’t quite reach. That sticky schlucking noise pitches through the still air once more but you’re hardly in any shape to be embarrassed about that, of all things, so you keep at it until copious amounts of drool are running down his cock.

You only grip him tighter when it reaches your knuckles, leaving a bubbling mess across your hand. He’s getting close though, you can tell by the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and draws his brows up, pelvis tipping towards your slobbering mouth just a pinch. It has you leaning into your work, pumping your face over his cock so enthusiastically it almost makes you dizzy. Your reward, the pay off, finally comes in the form of his massive hands sliding back to grip at your hair, mindful even in this shuddering state not to pull, and you let him shove you down on him with a delighted little squeal.

The blunt head of his glans bumps against the back of your tonsils and then keeps going, wedging itself into your throat just enough to make you choke. You still couldn’t take all of him straight to the base but you could endure this much, your eyes rolling into the back of your head when he suddenly shoots hot, clumpy ropes straight down your gullet.

“Fuck!”

An undignified, snorting cough jostles you as you force yourself to swallow, working your throat around the intrusion, and that only makes him hiss at the contraction. Callused fingers tremble against your scalp while he holds you in place, shaking through his orgasm, before finally letting you come up for air once he’s spent his release into your gut.

You reel back with a gasp, head spinning and fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to try and steady yourself. Ken leans forward almost immediately with a soft coo, cupping your flushed face in his hands so he can tip your head back and kiss you. He moans quietly at the taste of himself on your tongue and you lean into the gesture, happy to be back in his good graces again, but he pulls away much too soon for your liking.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you for pushing through that.” He murmurs even as you whine at the loss of his mouth, thumbs idly brushing over your cheeks. “I know that was hard but you wanted to make it up to me for your bad behavior, didn’t you?”

At your sad little nod, Ken smiles and pulls you closer so he can kiss your forehead. Your heart gives a soaring thump inside your chest, a smile pulling at your lips despite your best attempts to fight it down. Reservations aside, that hadn’t been half as bad as you’d thought it would be and you were glad for that too.

“You’re gonna’ get a nice little treat for being such a good girl for me when we get home.” He promises in a soft voice that puts you further at ease. “Let’s go ahead and get cleaned up though. Everyone’s probably left us by now.”

All but grinning now, you lean up to accept the last kiss he affectionately presses to the tip of your nose. “Okay, daddy.”

#tokyo revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji #self insert bullshit #my writing #draken

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zulivaris · 3 years

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Art Block tips that helped me

I’ve recently experienced art block after 3 or so months of overcoming my last one. Thankfully this block only lasted a few days thanks to some things I’ve observed and noted down from the previous time. So I’m sharing these few tips in hopes that it might help someone get unstuck :D!

First and foremost if you’re tired, sad or anxious don’t be surprised that you can’t make art, go and take care of yourself by treating yourself with kindness and patience, the sketchbooks and canvases will wait for you :)

The tips are under here:

Separate art studies from the creative time: When you do art studies you’re there to focus on specific things, learn and understand how things work so you can apply them later in your art. Studies take a lot of energy and focus and are the opposite of the creative "flow” of making your own pieces. If you combine the two the results are either unfocused studies or stiff drawings. When you sit down at your desk ask yourself “Do I want to learn something new or do I want to create something of my own?”

When you have an idea don’t be afraid of being messy: Let’s say you want to make a picture of several cats kolo dancing in the moonlight. How do you go about doing this? Well since you came up with the idea you already have a vague image in your mind, sketch it out with simple shapes, stick figures, circle and spheres etc Don’t worry about cat anatomy, or the dancer’s moves, sketch out the essence of it. This method removes the need to be perfect or accurate.

Ok after the messy sketch then what? Well now that you have sketched out the essence of your idea (and hopefully had fun doing so) now you go on to look for references! You put the creative process on pause and you can do a few brief studies if you need to: anatomy, color schemes, values, poses. Pick out a few of your favorites but don't obsess over them, they are a guide, a tool.

You know much more than you think. You’ve probably been drawing for a few years now. You’ve probably done some studies and drawn more than one type of subject. Then you have already internalized some of that information. I used to be obsessed with capturing the minute detail of the subject, and not be able to draw ANYTHING without reference. Instead of a useful tool, references became another obstacle to my creativity. That’s perfectionism my friend, and that’s no good. Here is an exercise a good friend of mine offered: Draw a few characters, animals and objects from imagination. Make sure that the subjects have no personal value to you (no ocs for example) so that if you make a mistake you won’t feel bad about it. Make the process relaxed and comfortable, pour a nice cup of joe, listen to your favorite music ... You will notice that you do indeed know how to draw some things without reference, and it’ll help with your confidence.

The more you do studies the more you understand This seems evident but the more you understand your subject the freer you can be and the easier it’ll be to draw it from imagination in the future. If you really struggle with something to the point of frustration (as in you can’t get it right even with reference) It means you have to study it. Have a study list, for example: hands, perspective, color theory etc. And one of those days you want to study pick something from the list, and look for videos on youtube or useful sites like line of action etc. Only study one thing at the time. You can go from studying hands to studying arms since they’re more immediately connected, but you can’t study hands and then jump to learning perspective right after. Trust me you can learn perfectly fine with the resources online, and I’m sure you’re clever enough to do it :D

Mistakes don’t mean you “suck” I’ve noticed that the two most common causes for art block are perfectionism and lack of self-confidence. The two can often go in tandem which is worse :’D But let me remind you of something, you can fix your piece along the whole process. Use erasers, lasso tools, liquify , select, paint it all over etc If something looks off to you then you also know deep inside how to fix it. Useful ways to see what clunks: flip canvas horizontally (helps with placement, proportions), turn the image to grayscale (helps to check values and where your eye tends to look), look at your image in thumbnail size and ask yourself if it’s clear, see the pose’s silhouette and ask yourself if you can tell what the character is doing etc. Don’t fret, everything can always be fixed :)

Perfectionism, sometimes it stops you before you begin Perfectionism causes you to overwork a piece, it makes you draw less, it makes art stressful, it brings insecurity. Let’s remove it with a simple exercise. It can be combined with the “draw things from imagination” once you’ve drawn something you like: dont do line art, don’t shade it, keep it as simple and crude as possible and then...post it. Yes, post it. You’re not at your best? You’re only human, this will help you embrace that very human side of you. You make mistakes. So what? The more mistakes you make the more you know what you need to study and the better at art you become. Mistakes are there to show us what we need to learn. See them as another tool and not a sign of failure.

Make the process as enjoyable as possible: You like art. You love drawing. Never forget this. Otherwise why are you drawing if you don’t enjoy it? It’s easy to fall prey to the mentality of those relatable memes that “art= suffering” or “I can’t even draw the other eye”. No no no my friends, these messages are fueling your insecurities instead of overcoming them. Let me tell you what, art is fun. It is. Art is fun, because I decided to make it fun again. And you should decide on that too. Personally I adore lineart but my hand-eye coordination is lacking to do it digitally, so....I just skipped it. Yes. I skipped it. I do the sketch, I clean it up a bit and then jump onto color which I adore. It allowed me to draw more and more freely. When I draw I listen to music, make strokes with the rhythm, I take breaks often and I drink my favorite iced teas. If you don’t like coloring do it in grayscale, if you love lineart then do that etc It doesn’t mean you won’t learn your weak points in the future with studies and practice, but you won’t let your weaknesses prevent you from drawing at all. No no, you won’t let them. You draw because you want to, despite of them.

Don’t wait for inspiration, provoke it Inspiration is not a divine and capricious muse. You make inspiration. It’s easy just collect all the things you like, music, artists, objects, characters, animals, patterns, plants etc Make boards on pinterest or similar sites, combine things you like. You like suits? You like birds? You can draw a bird in a suit, or a bird-inspired suit design, there is frankly a lot of ideas that can spring up from little things like these.

When a project stops being enjoyable either pause it for now or move on to the next thing. Pieces aren’t precious. They’re not “the one time I got x right” they are one of many. This advice goes mainly to hobbyists who can afford the luxury of passing to a new project. I have a WIP of a character who is overly complicated (I enjoy a challenge from time to time) sitting for half a month. I sometimes come back to it and add something... but as soon as it starts to create discomfort and insecurity instead of enjoyment I move onto something else. In the meantime I created 3 or 4 new pieces. If I had waited on finishing that piece I would have been severely creatively and physically exhausted. The art comes from you, not inspiration. The more art you make the better you become.

That’s about it :D I know it’s long but I prefer to be thorough and cover all the possibilities. If you have read of this: Thank you so much I hope this helps you at least a bit, if it helps only 1 other person I’d still be very happy. Have a nice one, and kick art block’s butt!

#art block #art block tips #art block advice #art advice #art help #BloggityDiary #art reference #I hope this will help someone out #This will also help me remember my own advice sksksk

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life-in-the-garden · 2 years

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2022 grimoire challenge, week one

here are the first week's prompts of this witchy challenge if you want to see them for yourself. These prompts and this year's challenge in general are designed for intermediate-level witches. I am in some sort of nebulous "semi-confident beginner" stage where I want to attempt more challenging things but am not sure I'll be able to perform them gracefully. Therefore, I'll be doing both the 2019 challenge (aimed at beginners) as well as this one. You can see the first part of my 2019 challenge here.

I'm extremely late for this challenge, because my university semester has been kicking my butt, but Spring Break is finally here so I can do something other than homework. Let's get into the actual spellwork, shall we?

2022 prompt 1.1 - create your lab notebook/grimoire

a "lab notebook" refers to all of the notes that one takes before, during, and after the process of executing experiments using the scientific method. A grimoire can be much the same, but the experiments are spells instead.

I decided to use google docs as my lab notebook, since it's easy to edit/organize and I have access to it just about wherever I go. (Note: I do have a physical grimoire in a bound notebook, but that's more for witchy musings, tarot records, and the occasional note-taking spree; I don't draft spells in there).

2022 prompt 1.2 - design your own spell

Okay, this is where I initially started to despair. I've never made my own spell before, mostly because I have some serious self-confidence issues. I understand the basic principles, but I've been afraid to actually do original spellwork; I'm terrified that the magic just won't work because I'm somehow inherently flawed as a person and/or inferior in some way. (It sounds silly when I write it out like this and can read my own thoughts in this post, but I swear it's true).

Ultimately, I decided to just dive in and do my best.

I recently saw "The Green Knight" (2021) movie with my partners, and was impressed with Gawain's struggle with his ideal for himself as a courageous, honorable knight vs. his fear of death. I wanted to use the Arthurian legend and its movie adaptation as the basis for a spell, and I started jotting down my ideas in Google Docs around the theme of inspiring courage in oneself. This is still very much a WIP, but I came up with:

name: Spell for Gawain's Courage (working title)

genre: pop culture witchcraft

ideas: spell jar vs. charm bracelet vs. sigil

Each of the ideas have pros and cons.

A spell jar requires a jar (which I have) as well as ingredients (I have some of the ingredients I'd like to use, but I would need to buy others). My biggest concern is time, since I'm already late for this challenge and sourcing ingredients from Etsy would be too much waiting.

A charm bracelet adheres very well to the symbolism of "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" (in the story, Gawain has an enchanted green belt that protects him from harm). However, I have none of the jewelry-making supplies that I need on hand, which means buying beads, charms, cordage, and a clasp... none of which will arrive quickly enough, but which will altogether cost upwards of 30 USD.

A sigil is something I have all necessary materials for, such as green ink and paper. Unfortunately, my itch to make lasting things decries this option as overly simplistic and insufficiently compelling.

In the interest of time, however, I think I'll go with a sigil. Mod Hazel mentions in this post that we shall return to old prompts over the course of the 2022 challenge, so I'll buy some items that have symbolic value not limited to this particular spell, such as oak leaf charms and bloodstone beads, which will be useful even if my ideas change or I switch to a different kind of spell.

Timing - Because "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" (in both the original story and its movie adaptation) is a Christmas story, it takes place very close to the winter solstice. Because the plot of the movie symbolizes Gawain's symbolic death as a cowardly person and his rebirth as a courageous and honorable knight of the Round Table, I think that performing this spell under the dark/new moon would be best. The longest (and darkest) night of the year symbolizes the inner darkness of our deepest fears, which need to be illuminated by the flame of courage.

....unfortunately, the solstice and the new moon have passed, but I don't want to put off this spell, so I'm going to do it anyway. Fear can strike even without a cover of literal darkness, so I think that timing isn't the most important aspect of this particular spell.

Location - I'm a closet witch whose parents don't look too closely into my affairs, so I have some freedom to practice but not a lot. I don't have a dedicated workspace or altar yet. Location isn't an important aspect of this spell either.

Materials - This spell will require a candle. I'm choosing to use a green chime candle, since the color green (in the context of "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight") is very important here. I'll also be using paper, some green India ink, and a size 0 watercolor brush to draw my sigil.

Method - I'm going to draw the sigil representing my fears, light the candle, meditate on my intention (or at least try to) of overcoming my fears while watching the candle burn down, then gather my energy and burn the sigil before the candle completely burns out.

I'm really nervous.

2022 prompt 1.3 - perform your original spell

I designed my sigil to look like the Green Knight's axe, for which Gawain must kneel and accept the blow that he expects to sever his head from his neck and end his life.

The candle is burning down and I'm trying to meditate, but my cat is desperate to get inside my room and is mewing and scratching at the door. I don't want to let her in, because the chime candle isn't in a holder and could be knocked over very easily. I can't meditate with this noise going on, so I'm going to just burn my sigil (in front of an open window) and call it quits.

Overall first "proper" spell experience? 4/10

I need to invest in proper chime candle holders, I think.

#2022 grimoire challenge #baby witch #witchling #sol's grimoire #sigil making #sigil magic #fledgling witch #witchcraft #witchblr

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gravegroves · 3 years

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ace nancy 👀?? from your wips?

I'm gonna preffice this by warning that Billy knows about Asexuality but isn't all that good at explaining it or the nuanced spectrum of being Ace. Also it's the 80's, so please read the following with that in mind. (Clarification comes later in the fic)

So this fic is about Billy being pressganged by Mr Clark into joining the debate team for the State Championships for extra credit. Nancy would rather have a Demodog chomp her left leg off than team up with Billy Hargrove, but things have a way of working out.

A few excerpts:

"Be honest Wheeler, did Harrington make you come even once?"

Nancy blushes.

"Oh, holy shit, he really didn't, did he?"

"I didn't say that--" Nancy insists, loudly.

Billy laughs, "Oh, you didn't have to, Princess. Your face says it all."

"Shut up, Hargrove, just…" Nancy huffs in frustration and goes back to picking at the label a little more aggressively, "Just don't."

"Hey, I'm not judging you, that's all on Harrington. What a dick."

"He's not really. Not anymore. It's just," Her nail finally catches and she rips another strip of wet, sticky label off the bottle and flings it into the grass, "He was my first, you know? I didn't know what to do or how to - to move, and then it was over and I just remember thinking, is that all it is? And then I thought, maybe I'm just not good at it yet, maybe I just need to try again."

She sniffs, reaches up to wipe her face and Billy realises with a sickening lurch in his stomach that Wheeler is crying. He stares at her, frozen solid with uncertainty about what to do.

"And then I thought maybe there's something wrong with him, you know?" Her voice turns bitter. "Like, why couldn't he make it good for me? It's not like I hadn't heard about the other girls talking about Steve before we got together. None of them had any complaints."

"But then I got together with Jonathan and I thought this feeling, this is what I was missing. But-- it didn't fix anything! It didn't fix me."

Billy flounders a little, but ultimately goes with the first thing that pops into his head. "There isn't anything wrong with you, Wheeler."

Nancy cackles a little, sways on the spot, the drink clearly loosening her tongue as well as her body. "Yeah? You gonna show me what I've been missing out on, huh? You wanna take me for a ride in your Camaro, Billy?"

Billy gags a little at the thought, luckily Nancy is too preoccupied by taking another swig from her bottle to notice.

"Oh yeah, that'd end really fucking well."

*****

"You literally did an hour long presentation on Nicola Tesla last semester and spent a quarter of it talking about why he never got married. Don't tell anyone I said this, but you're not exactly stupid. Don't fail me now, Wheeler."

Nancy blinks, looks likes she's thinking real fucking hard. Maybe Billy spoke too soon.

"You ever heard of the term asexual?"

"I think so?" She says, slowly, sounding out the words with deliberate care and turning it into a question. A valley grows between her brows in concentration. "The farmers at the spring festival talked about-- about culling a rooster because it wouldn't, like, mount the hens naturally. I'm sure that's the term he used.

"Jesus Christ." Billy sucks deeply on his cigarette. "It means you don't wanna fuck." Billy frowns, waves his hand dismissively. "Like, you can like it just fine, but you don't think about it like most people do. Something like that."

Nancy straightens of her slouch to lean back and stare at him, jerking a little when she overbalances and steadies herself by grabbing the crook of Billy's elbow. "That doesn't sound normal."

He shrugs a little, takes one last pull from the cigarette before flicking the butt at the ground. "What the fuck is normal, huh?" He grinds the butt into the gravel and turns to look at her, "Let's get you back on your pea, princess. I think you've had enough for one night."

He holds out a hand.

Nancy takes it.

*****

Billy jerks out of doze when someone drops into the seat next to him. He already knows who it's gonna be before he turns to look.

"Morning Wheeler, you get lost on the way to your seat?"

Billy looks around pointedly, his little nook in the back of the bus cut off from the rest of the group by a good five or six rows of empty seats. Far enough to get the point across that Billy isn't there by choice or planning to socialise with any of these nerds.

"No." She says simply.

"You sure? Seems like an awful lot of empty seats for you to be getting all friendly. How's the head?"

Nancy ignores him. Stares at the back of the seat in front of her like it gave her a less than a perfect grade. She purses her lips in that awful way that reminds Billy of a cat's asshole, but she doesn't run off in a huff like he expects.

"You're right." She says, still not looking at him. He watches a muscle tick in her jaw as she grinds her teeth.

He grins.

"You about to have a heart to heart with me, Wheeler? Gotta know whether or not to turn the volume up on these things." He gestures to the headphones pushed partially off his left ear.

She turns her head and regards him cooly for a beat, before a hand shoots out and bats the thing off his head with a quick swipe.

"Watch it!" Billy scrambles to catch them by the cord before they fall to the floor.

Nancy smiles sweetly, "Don't be a dick, Hargrove."

He rolls his eyes.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Whore."

She shoots him a pitying look. "Oh Billy, we both know Christie Otto paid you twenty bucks to let her suck your toes."

Billy guffaws, taken completely by surprise and loving it.

Nancy stares, disbelieving.

"You actually did it?"

Billy grins.

Her face does a complicated thing before settling on a confused expression. "But why?"

"Twenty bucks is a hell of a lot of dough for us mere peasants, Princess."

Billy screws his face up, tries not to squirm uncomfortably in his seat at the memory, "Maybe I should have warned her that I'm ticklish. Almost kicked her face in, like, three times."

Nancy coughs. Covers her mouth as she laughs into her hands, like she doesn't want him to see that he made her laugh.

"Not that this isn't nice and all--"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you got somewhere to be, Hargrove?" She snaps, deadpan, but Billy can tell she's nervous from the way she wrings her hands and hides them up her sleeves.

"I just wanted to say thank you--"

"Don't mention it, Wheeler." He says, hastily. Actually he'd prefer it if they never spoke about it ever again.

She glares at the interruption, but presses on. "-- thank you and I wanted to know if I could talk to you. More. About it."

And now it's Billy's turn to stare. Nancy meets his eyes with a determined gaze. Whatever shit Tommy and the rest of the school likes to say about Nancy Wheeler, she's got stones, he'll give her that.

"Alright."

*****

The topic is announced.

Gay marriage.

Berkeley for. Hawkins against.

They win by a landslide.

Of course they do.

The team from Berkeley registers a formal complaint with the panel the second the win is announced. Mr Scott and his Berkeley counterpart are waved up to approach the judges table. Billy wants desperately to leave, but he's forced to sit and watch the Berkeley debate coach protest the unfair conditions his team had been placed under.

"No one in their right mind would chose to side with us on such a topic. No matter how well my kids argue their case."

"I'm afraid I disagree." Mr. Clarke argues. "We debate politically and morally charged topics all the time, Mr. Davenport. The judges judge how well you present your side, not their own personal beliefs.

Billy snorts. Feels unclean after having to stand on that stage and tell the world how unfit people like him are to love. To form families. To be allowed to simply be.

Even if it's all hypothetical, Billy knows those words came damn easily out of his team mates mouths, just as the words of support clearly left a sour after-taste in their opponents.

Nancy turns to look at him.

Fuck it.

Billy gets up and stalks out of the hall. Fuck it all to shit.

#billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #tag game #gravegroves writes #anon ask

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pencilofawesomeness · 3 years

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random NNT wip that I may or may not continue

(and if I do continue it, one day, it probably won’t look like this now that 4KOTA has given me more material to use)

More notes at the bottom, but I was going through some of my wips after thinking about this concept again on a whim, and I re-read it and I’m still happy with this scene, so I decided to post it for the kicks and giggles. It’s smack in the middle (early-mid?) of a whole story that I don’t have time to write (and 4KOTA is making me reconsidering things) so it may not make much sense, but that’s part of the fun.

Basic premise: a Tower of God AU for the characters of Seven Deadly Sins. I thought of it / wrote this after the NNT manga ended, but before Nakaba announced 4KOTA and published the Lancelot oneshot.

Howzer never imagined that he would be a scout when he first decided to climb the Tower. In fact, he was rather upset when Hendrickson labeled him as a scout back on the Floor of Tests, especially when he dreamed of being a spear bearer. Of course, he knew now he was nowhere near as talented with spears as Gilthunder or even Griamore was, though he had gotten pretty good at using his lance in close combat. The point was, Howzer had underestimated the importance and even the difficulty that the position of a scout had to offer.

It was a heavy load to bear.

He panted for a moment, hands on his knees. There was a short window he had to recover from that cheap ambush before he had to keep moving. He could buy himself some more time if he hid their bodies, to hide his tracks, but he was running out of time.

The thirty-second floor was nothing less than a battlefield wrapped up in a fun little ‘game’ the test director had the audacity to call ‘hide and seek.’ Essentially, the teams had to wander through the maze and duck under the hedges to make it to the center. If anyone was out from under the cover for more than three minutes, giant fucking birds would come down and eat them. Oh, and of course, the regulars were fond of killing each other along the way in the spirit of competition.

Lighthouses weren’t immune either, only allowed out in the open for a single minute before imminent, feathery, destruction. The hedges were nigh impenetrable, forcing the teams to funnel through the maze, so the spear bearers were relegated to straight ground attacks with the fisherman, once in engagement. In short, the entire test seemed to boil down to raising hell for the scouts.

Which, as previously mentioned, was him.

Joy.

He hadn’t really wanted to kill those guys, but they were annoying and bent on doing the same to them. There wasn’t the time to make a proper decision anyway. Howzer rounded the corner and dove back under the hedge, eyeing the three seconds left on his pocket’s timer. There wasn’t time to regret anything: he had to move.

No one had reached the end yet, which was both a good and a bad thing. Good, because it wasn’t a full-on race yet; bad, because Howzer’s specialty was following people, not mazes. However, he liked to think he was getting better at this kind of stuff. It was a shame his observer could only last as long as he did out in the open—but at least they weren’t on the same timer. When Howzer ducked into the hedge, he sent the observer out.

Luckily for him, his observer was picking up no more lifeforms. Well, no more living ones. It looked like a team found the wrong path before he came and paid the price for it. However, now Howzer knew the correct path for the next few turns, and they were all clear too. “I just sent the directions,” he spoke into his device. “You guys got it?”

“Yes,” Margaret’s voice came through from her lighthouse. “Although, I don’t think ‘take a left at the bush’ is an adequate description in a…hedge maze.”

“Nah, it’s obvious when you see it.” It was a different color and everything! His teammates were so picky… “But I gave the coordinates too.”

It was away from the receiver, but he heard the sigh. Picky and judgmental… “We’re on our way.”

Howzer rolled his eyes, grateful Margaret and Guila weren’t there to notice and gang up on him. Don’t get him wrong, he was beyond happy that Margaret joined their team (especially since Griamore was terrible at being a light bearer) but sometimes there was no winning with her. Not unless you were Gilthunder. Or Guila. Or Tristan… Okay, maybe it was just him. The fated tension between light bearers and scouts, he supposed.

“Not even a thank you…” he muttered to himself before jumping back out in the open. He already stashed his observer at the destination, so he just needed to reach it, quick and easy— “AH!”

“Agh!”

Howzer collided with a body as he turned the corner into the new path. He stumbled back a few steps, and the other person was sent flying on their butt. For a moment, he stared at her, dumbfounded. His observer excelled at sensing signs of life based on their heartbeats, so unless they had some crazy technique, not even shinsu could cover it; and this girl just came out of the dead end—where everyone had appeared dead.

Although, he was pretty sure he didn’t remember seeing her in particular. She was a slight thing, but with bright pink hair with a short cut and a sweeping bang that covered one eye completely. Plus, she was wearing armor, which wasn’t all that common. Surely, he would have remembered… Unless she was in the hedge. But even then, that should have picked up on his observer.

“Sorry,” she gasped. “I was in a hurry.”

He glanced at his pocket. “No kidding.” He wouldn’t make it to his observer now. Damn, a short break then. “Come on!” Howzer yanked the girl into the nearest hedge with him. Sure, she was an enemy, but she didn’t look like she was in good shape. Her armor was scuffed, the needle on her side looked damaged, and her skin was unnaturally pale. And Howzer wasn’t gonna’ let a girl die like that—especially not to frickin’ birds.

“Thank you.” The fisherman got back on her feet. “I was just trying to get my bearings. My observer broke though.”

“You’re a scout?!” he exclaimed reflexively. Damnit, he thought he pegged her. “I thought you were a fisherman.”

She glanced down at her needle and huffed out a quiet laugh, almost like she was remembering some past joke. “Our team doesn’t have a real scout, so I multi-task.”

“Damn, that sucks.” That was beyond reckless. Not that Howzer could say much, because his team tried to function with a proper light-bearer for nearly fifteen floors before Margaret joined them.

“Yes. It does. It worked out enough, though.”

Howzer can’t help but to wonder if the slaughtered team around that bend was hers. The far off look in her eye seemed to match his suspicions, too. Worked out, huh? Not forever…

She snapped out of her daze. “I’m Liz,” she introduced, offering a hand.

Howzer took it after only a brief moment of hesitation. She didn’t look like she had the strength to take him in a fight anyway. Besides, if she wanted to kill him like that last group did, then she had the opportunity to shove him to the birds a while ago. “Howzer,” he returned. “Here, let’s hurry up around this corner. My observer is there.” He couldn’t afford a new one if it was destroyed or stolen…again.

Liz nodded, and they took off. Despite her pallor, she was fast. He had the feeling that had he not been leading the way, she could easily outrun him. Strange, that someone with the ability to move through shinsu like this would be in the position she was…

They made it to their destination without a hitch, and Liz hadn’t even broken a sweat. Still, the question bothered him. “So, where’s your team?”

The beat of silence was answer enough that his first hunch was correct. “…they died. I’m…the only one that survived.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He really was. The thought of losing a single one of his teammates was painful enough, but all of them? Howzer didn’t know if he would have the motivation to still keep going. “…What are you going to do, then? Finish the test alone?” It was nigh impossible, but for a fisherman who knew the ways of scouting…

“I don’t know.” Liz picked at her armor, looking uncomfortable. He imagined it was a sore question, but he wanted to know her motives. She seemed capable enough, so if she wanted to get out of the maze, Howzer was willing to vouch for her and absorb her into the team, at least for the test. “There’s someone… I want to see. I can’t die until I see him.” The steel in her blue eye was testament to her resolve. She had something to live for.

“Hey.” Howzer laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know we’re not your teammates, but my team can get you to the end of this test. You go find that guy you’re looking for.” He was sure his team would be sympathetic, too. Gilthunder wanted to find his missing father. Guila wanted to make it back home to her brother and her hometown to protect them as a ranker. Jericho wanted to avenge her brother. Tristan wanted to find out who his family was. Everyone had someone they wanted to look out for.

“Thank you.” Liz smiled, and Howzer thought he saw a glisten on her cheek.

There was always sorrow behind resolve.

“Who are you?!” A needle pressed itself to Liz’s back. Oh, crap.

Howzer yanked Liz forward and intercepted. “Oi! Easy there, she’s with me!”

Jericho frowned, but she sheathed her needle. “If you hormonal boys don’t stop picking up girls, I’m leaving.”

His face turned red. (But not as read as Gilthunder’s and Margaret’s, a fact he was very proud of.) “H-hey, it’s not like that! I just offered to help her clear the maze, that’s all!”

“Whatever, lover-boy.”

Liz laughed, a short and sweet but very unapologetic sound. “Oh no, it’s not like that at all. I’m far too old for him, anyway. You must be Howzer’s team, correct?”

“Y-yeah.” Gilthunder cleared his throat, recovering from Jericho’s heckling. “We are. I’m Gilthunder.”

“Liz.” She gave a short bow. “Thank you for helping me.”

At their questioning gaze, Howzer filled in. “Her team died to the birds. I offered to help her reach the end, so she can move on and find someone.” He grinned. “We’re close to the end, too. I can feel it.”

“With what?” Griamore grunted. “Your impatience?”

“Nobody asked you, big guy. Anyway!” He clapped, turning on his heel to his beloved observer. “I’ve been tracking the paths on here. They’re narrowing and getting tighter around the curves, so we must be approaching the center of the circle. A few more trips, and I bet we’ll have made it.”

“That’s…” Margaret gave a soft smile. “Actually smart.”

“…’actually’?!”

His brow twitched. Whatever. They’ll appreciate his genius one day! Maybe. Howzer turned back to his observer with a sigh, ready to send it out again, but something caught his notice.

The observer counted seven lifeforms in the vicinity, including himself.

With Liz, there should be eight.

He had assumed it was a fluke that he didn’t see Liz on his radar the first time, and because she wasn’t hostile, he hadn’t thought of the implications too hard. But she was right there, and the observer wouldn’t read her. It was possible it could be some weird shinsu trick, but she wasn’t a wave controller, and he had never seen a regular with that level of skill otherwise. Besides, there was absolutely no point in her expending energy to hide herself now that she had allies.

It seemed like Guila noticed something about her, too. Howzer noticed the black-haired wave-controller frown pensively, her eyes opened to slits in a rare moment of appraisal. Howzer couldn’t ask her what she sensed without raising suspicion, however, so he would have to wait. He could send a message by pocket once they started scouting again, when messaging wouldn’t be abnormal.

When he looked back to her, however, Liz was completed fixated on something else. Her eye was wide, and her mouth was parted; it was slight, but there was a tremble to her muscles. It looked like she was afraid, but it wasn’t the kind of fear that Howzer saw on the battlefield. Her gaze was locked…

…onto Tristan.

He wasn’t sure how long this had taken place, but Tristan just noticed, meeting her gaze like an equally spooked deer. Parallel to each other’s, their blue eyes looked similar—but there was something deeper to Liz’s than in the kid’s. Something Howzer couldn’t quite recognize, no matter how it hurt his pride as a scout.

“You…” Tristan blinked owlishly, taking one cautious step towards the woman. “Do I know…you…?”

“…no.” Liz’s voice was thick. The entire team was frozen around their encounter, as if time or the test didn’t exist outside of the two. “N-no, I’m afraid you don’t.” She matched Tristan’s hesitant step forward, her hand reaching out slowly. “But can I…?”

There was recognition in her stance, however—in her hungry, pained gaze, and in her outstretched hand. No one knew Tristan, not really, but rumors of him spread around the tower. This wouldn’t have been the first time someone hailed Tristan as some savior, whether because of his strange shinsu control or his status as an irregular. However, this seemed different. Normally, those willing to cast their hopes on a complete stranger were not the hesitant type.

“Uh…” Tristan looked as confused as ever. “I’m not sure I’m following but…”

He didn’t stop her, and Liz inched towards him like she was still afraid of something—of him, maybe. Guila looked like she was about to stop her, but she was frozen in place just like Howzer was. Maybe it was curiosity that made them useless. Maybe it was something else.

Tristan gasped. “Your heart—!” Her heart? Has Tristan figured out why Liz mysteriously didn’t show up on his radar? “It’s not… It’s not beating!”

“I know,” she whispered solemnly. What?! It wasn’t beating at all?! Then how was she even alive?! “But don’t worry about me.” Liz didn’t take her gaze off of Tristan. “It’s beating somewhere else.”

Howzer blinked. What?

“What the hell…?” Jericho whispered, echoing his thoughts perfectly.

Liz looked up sharply, forcefully tearing her gaze away from Tristan, who still looked baffled and dazed. She bowed quickly in Howzer’s direction. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I must be going.”

Before he or anyone could even respond, and with one last longing glance at Tristan, she took off faster than untrained eyes could track. The team looked to him, but Howzer could only shrug helplessly. “I don’t know if I can catch up, but wait here.”

He did see which direction she was going, but he knew her speed was greater than his unless he reinforced himself with shinsu. However, there wasn’t the need, because she was headed back to the dead end.

If she was there to get information from them, she didn’t stick with it, and he knew for a fact that she was too distracted with Tristan to ever mess with his observer. It was almost as if Tristan was the one that she was looking for—or at least a sizable distraction to her goal, based on the fixation. However, she took off without accomplishing much besides confusing them; she took off with a level of panic too. They were safe in the bush though, and there were no teams nearby.

Howzer heard her before he saw her, and he slowed his approach out of both caution and respect, hovering on the other side of the corner. Liz screamed, wailing unabashedly with pent up sorrow that he could not fathom. She would have been out of earshot of the rest of the team, but just barely. But hers was a cry that came as a deluge; there was no holding it back.

He thought about just turning around and leaving her alone. He was intruding on something delicate and personal, but, as a scout he couldn’t remove himself without a final glance. Howzer peaked around the corner, in no way prepared for what he saw.

Liz was not the one crying. She was but a body on the ground, limp and lifeless. A white entity floated above her, with long silver hair and those same blue eyes, holding her stomach in her ghostly hands as she wailed.

This time, it was hard to ignore how much she looked like Tristan.

It wasn’t a suspicion he could follow at the moment, however. The test was still running, and they couldn’t afford to lose their chance at going to the thirty-third floor. Howzer turned around and left the woman to her sorrows, with the inescapable feeling that they would see her again.

another A/N

The story is/was going to be about the youngins’ dream-filled trek to becoming a ranker in the Tower, with the team consisting of Howzer, Gilthunder, Griamore, Jericho, and later Margaret, who are all regulars with various aspirations and goals, along with Tristan, a young boy who met the first four on Floor 1, who was sent to the inner Tower from outside known Tower boundaries, making him an irregular.

The main mystery was going to be finding out how Tristan came to be (which is to say, finding out what happened to his parents and the Sins) because his only memories are of a mysterious woman named Nimue caring for him, though much of his childhood was spent alone in her domain.

I’m pretty dedicated to the HTRYDS series right now, but maybe after 4KOTA gets farther along, I’ll rework the story to incorporate the new worldbuilding tidbits and the new characters. I had wanted the main team to be the “babies” but that required using the OG children and aging them down a bit to match Tristan, though they all still would have been older than he was.

Tbh, I had more fun comprising the backstory/alternate story that involved the sins and such than I did trying to figure out what the main group would be doing. I might just post my ideas and call it a day. Who knows.

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fille-lioncelle · 2 years

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Henry cavill muscletech pls and thx!

They hadn't meant to stay late, but the schedule for the next shoot needed finishing and then they'd fallen into a tangent about something or other the way they're wont to do and now Shane's staring at the bleary, bloodshot eyes of his reflection in their office bathroom, telling himself he'll get his work-life balance under control starting tomorrow. This time for real. Definitely. He'll do it! Just watch.

It's just difficult to do when Ryan is so firmly part of both sides of that equation and therefore Shane's day doesn't really feel like it's out of balance. But he can imagine the look that sentence would get him from Sara, or Scott, or pretty much anyone who knows him well enough, and he knows that's not right. Objectively, work with Ryan is still work. It's great that it's also fun, but that doesn't mean it's not work. And all work and no play makes Shane a very, very dull boy.

This is literally the entire WIP so far, partially because at this point I realised I was in danger of veering off course from the pwp-ish thing I wanted to write. Also because 2021 kicked my butt so hard and I wrote..... barely anything.

#sequencefairy #wip meme

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artxyra · 4 years

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Marinette, Bruce’s Little Sister WIP idea

I’m bored and my brain doesn’t want to focus on the three WIPs I’m currently working on and is behind schedule with. Seriously, I’m supposed to be on part 7 of TA Marinette and I’m nowhere done with part 6. Then I have like two other request that is seriously kicking me in the butt.

Nonetheless, my brain decided that making Marinette Bruce’s younger sister is a great fucking idea and I should do something about it so here’s this mess of an idea that still needs work:

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From Me to You

*I’m going with the idea that Bruce was 12 when his parents died. In this fic, Marinette is Bruce’s younger sister.

Marinette was barely a toddler when her parents died that faithful night. She doesn’t remember them the way Bruce does. Alfred was unable to secure Marinette’s safety and the state forces him to give Marinette up to a close family friend, Gina. Bruce was against the whole idea saying that he won’t lose the only family he had left. That doesn’t as plan.

Marinette grew up in Paris under the care of Gina’s son Tom and his wife Sabine. Every summer, Bruce would go to Paris with Alfred to see Marinette. That only last until he turned nineteen. At age 7, Marinette was beginning to see less and less of her brother.

When Bruce became Batman at age 25, he finally allowed Marinette to visit him after months of being pestered by Alfred. For Marinette, Paris was under siege by Hawkmoth and she was given the Ladybug miraculous. It’s amazing how the two becomes heroes in the same year without the other knowing.

Marinette spent her summers in Gotham and learning the insides business of Wayne Enterprises. All staff members were required to sign an NDA about the existent of the Wayne heiress.

*I’m not taking the salt route, but their will be subtle nods to Lila (ONLY LILA) bullying her throughout college.

When Bruce ended up taking Dick Grayson in, Marinette was ecstatic to have a nephew and ended up spending her breaks in Gotham that year. She tried to keep the spirits up, but even she can take so much gloom. Promising to be Dick’s acrobatic partner, Marinette continues to keep in contact with the Gotham family.

Bruce and Marinette stayed in contact, both having no idea the other is a hero (or a vigilante). That only last until Jason’s death (Bruce 34 & Mari being 22). One year after Jason’s death, Marinette marries Luka both know beginning their careers as a fashion designer and musician (somethings music producer).

Marinette never meet Tim, but she vaguely knows of him due to keeping track of the Wayne family. She knows Dick went off on his own and tries to keep in contact with him every so often.

Finally, after years away from Gotham, Marinette (27 almost 28) returns with a mission: to cure Gotham of its darkness.

*I really dislike different timelines. Seriously I cannot find concrete ages for these fuckers, but you know we’ll somehow make this work.

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #miraculous x dc #future fanfic ideas #sibling brucinette

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jinterlude · 3 years

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Mik’s Follow Forever

↳ Resource Credits: Seokjin | Floral PNG

Hi and hello everyone! Wow. Can we just take a moment to appreciate that we survived the shit storm that is 2020? Ranging from the pandemic to politics to social injustice happening around the world, we manage to stay resilience to the say the least. With that said, I wanted to finally acknowledged that I hit a big milestone as of November (?) or was it September (?) [I don’t even know anymore LOL😂]! Before I get into my letters underneath this cut, I wanted to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for following me! Even though, I post once in a blue moon, and my blog is run on queue 24/7, you still hit that follow button! For that, thank you so much for giving my blog a chance, whether it’s for the multi-fandom content I reblog or my very own creations, something made you stay 💙 Alright let’s get to the personal letters 💌

To Jey @softjeon :

Jey. Honestly, where do I begin with you? The End. Just kidding! Damn. I can’t believe you’re one of my oldest friend on this website. We have had our ups and downs, but our friendship always manages to come out strong in the end. You and I always manage to be on the same wavelength in terms of story telling, talking about everything and anything, or just shooting some random ass, extreme ideas that manage to go to the WIP pile in our brains. While, we do not talk as frequently as we used to (I blame school + internship on that part), I just know that I can always go to your DMs whenever I need someone to talk to or if I want to randomly bug you. You my hardworking queen is a force to reckon with, and I am forever in awe of your work ethics. Like who can simultaneously run 20+ blogs? You. That’s who. Granted, knowing you, there’s some tears and sweat (mainly tears with that), but the finished product is worth it in the end. I honestly can’t wait for the day when we have our own apartment, and we can just sit in silence in our living room couch with our fur babies. Can’t wait to see what 2021 has in store for you and know that I’m cheering you on every step of the way (whether it is in silence or vocally). Love you, Queen Jey!

Signed,

Your first wife, Kimi

p.s. thank you for giving/helping me with the idea of creating KWW and creating our seasonal themed headers (all while promoting girl groups)! Seriously, thank you for being and staying in my life. T-T

To my fellow BHQ Admin/Mod Team [ @chillingkoo @/guktro @mygsii @dee-ehn @nightowls388 @yoonqiful @taerseok @btsxdoll @minloop @namluve ]:

What can I say except this is an amazing team to be part of in terms of Networks? The Head Admins Vivi, Gray, & Renae are like the board of directors that help make sure that the operation runs smoothly. Then, us Admins (Danica, myself, & Daria) are like the VP’s followed by the amazing Mods (Beezy, Penelope, Daija, & Dani) are the Supervisors/Managers of each division. What I am going with this business analogy is that BHQ is nothing without the amazing team members that make up the network, and I am grateful to be part of a cohesive team where I truly felt like I was with Gray since the beginning of the network establishment. It is thanks to this network (BHQ) that I learned how to run my own network more smoothly and professionally. I can’t wait to see what 2021 has in store for BHQ. Thank you for being amazing and wonderful people and just being a rock for the members during the major events that occurred throughout this year. You’re the best!

- Mik

To my fellow KWW Admin/Mod Team [ @queen-of-himbos @atiny-piratequeen @sugarcookiesandsins @meraki-mark @samuelkimz ]:

First, can I say to the fellow admins, thank you for keeping me sane and helping me run this network while I was swamped with school + internship. Forever grateful of both you (Kes) and Fie for being a driving force and keeping the network afloat while I focused on my school work. It is no secret that I had confrontation, so I’m thankful that either Kes or Fie agrees to being the enforcer and messages someone for me T-T Also, Kes, thank you so much for taking over the coding/member page for me all while still doing the queue. I can never say this enough, but thank you for doing that. Fie, thank you for lightly slapping me and keeping me sane whenever I feel quick to jump the gun. You are there to help me see reason and point out things that I overlook a lot. (This is why I have Jey too lol) To my wonderful Queue-tie Pies! Thank you so much for dedicating a few hours out of your day to add content to the queue and keeping our blog alive! KWW is nothing without you amazing mods. I hope you all know that! Let’s kick butt together in 2021!

- Admin Mik

To my fellow supportive and loving SIMPS [ @ppersonna @jinned @sunkissedjk @hongism @monotape @wintertae @dreamyhan @koophoriia @j-sope ]:

First of all, how are you doing on this lovely Wednesday (well it’s Wednesday when I wrote & posted this lol)? I hope each and every one of you are doing fine! I feel bad that I haven’t been in touch lately uwu but I do silently stalk/lurk on the Bangtan University discord server or on your personal blogs (totally not weird whatsoever). I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Now, simply put, I want to say that I’m thankful that you all came into my life this year. In some shape or form, you made my 2020 incredibly bright and filled with so much inspiration and passion for writing that I honestly believed that I would not get back. Whether it is by joining a collab with you all, simply talking about ideas or just in general, or even screaming about potential AUs, you made me want to write again. For that, I am extremely appreciative of it and know that I will forever be a silent cheerleader for you all! 2021 will be the year I invade your ask box a lot more and just scream how much I love you all! You are all rays of sunshine on this website!

- Owner of Mikdonalds, home of the famous Mikimchi

To Kat @yeoldontknow & Sarah @yehet-me-up:

First, long time and no talk! How are my resident EXO wives doing? Are Chanyeol and Junmyeon treating you ladies well? I hope so! Anyway, I honestly can’t not include you two ladies in my Holiday thank you post because how can I not include the two authors I look up to the most on this website. With how you write your characters, the scenery, background information on the reader/OC, you just leave me completely speech less whenever I finish reading your works. Ah, I might start tearing up as I write this section because I just can’t thank God or fate enough for allowing me to meet two of the most beautiful souls on this website. While we do not talk as frequently as we used to, I wanted to let you both know that I hope you had a wonderful Holiday! Whatever 2021 has in store for you both, just know that you have a silent cheerleader in good old CA!

- Mrs. Kim Kim

To every single one of my followers (mutuals or not):

From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much, again, for following me and just staying with me. For my newly established mutuals, I can’t wait to talk and get to know you all in 2021! Granted, I suck at talking and keeping the conversation going, so I apologize for that. I promise I will be better!! I want more friends, okay! T-T

Anywho...

TLDR: Let’s kick butt together in 2021! Also, I’m establishing my New Year Goal of that I will become more consistent of writing + posting content. Instead of once every blue moon, it will be once every full moon. See? That’s doable, right? Right?!

- Mik

#mikdonald's 2020 final menu items #personal

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deliriumsdelight7 · 3 years

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Fic meme shamelessly stolen from @amuseoffyre . These WIPs aren’t gonna procrastinate themselves!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14 so far. Desperately fighting off several more until after I finish a few. You know in the cartoons, when a kid is told to clean their room so they jam everything into the closet and then have to lean against the closet door while it threatens to burst open, revealing their laziness? That’s me holding off at least 7 WIPs I haven’t started yet.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

490,989.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I mean... all of them are OUaT, but some are crossovers... so I guess three.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

What You’d Thought Lost. etc.: my Rumbelling of The Holiday which I swear I’m gonna finish once the seasonal depression hits!

Tattercloak: Rumbelling of Allerleirauh/Sapsorrow

Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat: Rumbelle Assassin AU set in the John Wick verse

The Language of Flowers: My first ever gift exchange fic. Enemies to lovers flower shop AU

Masters of Destiny: Dark One Belle fic that I really might need to restart because the ideas just aren’t coming together

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Almost always. Sometimes I’m too busy, or I can’t think of anything to say.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hahahahahaha this implies that I finish things! Seriously though I’ve only finished two things so far and they both have happy endings. I’m considering writing a oneshot of the events of The Crocodile from Milah’s POV - specifically the part where she runs away with Hook. That will probably not be popular with my readers but the idea intrigues me. That one won’t be happy I guess.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I am Anyelle trash. Any Bobby character that I can pair with a Belle (with a few obvious exceptions), I want. So far the craziest one is one I just started, “Finding a Cure.” It pairs virologist!Belle with Infected!Don. I’m still trying to figure out how much of the science my STEM-averse butt can get away with making up.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Outright hate? No. But in one fic, I really needed a character to do a thing, and I sort of had to force it. Someone pointed out (maybe not in the nicest way) that my characterization was inconsistent. Which... yeah, it was. They made a fair point. I always criticize writers for making a character do something OOC to force the plot they want to see, and I pretty much did the same thing.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

My smut is mostly straightforward, with the exception of threesome smut in Trinity, my Mad Rumbelle fic. I’m toying with some spicier ideas, but I really can’t start another WIP til I finish something.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I didn’t even realize this was a thing that could happen, so no. Before last year I’d never gotten involved in fandom.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I honestly can’t. I don’t work well with others. As soon as I have to work with other people, my creativity sort of dries up.

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean, if we’re going “of all time,” I’ve been an SS/HG shipper for probably 20 years, give or take. But nothing has inspired me to frantically write the way Rumbelle does.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Masters of Destiny. I started that fic without having any idea where it was going, and I’m thoroughly stuck. I have a few vague ideas of scenes and twists I want to include, but no overarching plot to speak of. I might start over eventually and come up with a more fitting title.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told I write good action scenes. Which is funny because when I read, I usually glaze over them a bit to get back to the plot. Maybe that’s the key - keeping them simple so I can get back to the good stuff.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pretty sure I use the past participle way too much in my writing. Oh! And I can’t write fluff to save my life. Angst always creeps in.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think you need to think about who your audience is and what you’re trying to convey before you decide one way or another. Are you writing for people who know this language? Or at least for people who you’re fairly confident will immediately plug it into Google translate? Cool, you do you. If not, then I’d say either just write the words translated, or make sure the person isn’t saying anything that’s vital to plot or character development.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

God. Self-insert Sailor Moon fic back in middle school. My friend introduced me to the concept of fanfic, which made my nerdy face light up as I realized that I could pair myself with the angsty anime boy of my dreams.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I love most of my fics, when Impostor Syndrome isn’t kicking my ass. They’re made with my own tastes in mind, after all. If I had to choose, I’d go with Breaking Cycles. I can’t bring myself to reread what I’ve got so far, because it was the first thing I’d written for fun in about fifteen years, and the prose and dialogue are clumsy. But it’s close to my heart, and I apparently have a weakness for sad/angry alcoholics in fiction.

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