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#this been in my drafts forever i dont Like it but i dont hate it either
verytendou · 2 years
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OTL
#busy busy busy i hate being busy i need the meme of the killing and biting and violence#remember when I laid around and did nothing for hours? i didnt realize just how necessary that was for my health#im not built to be busy im meant to lay around and go :) to ppl when they need things from me#which should really only happen once a month why would you want something from me more than once a month???#what can I even offer to you more than once a month what do i even offer#WELL APPARENTLY A LOT. IT SEEMS.#WHY AM I BUSY. HUH. STOP THAT. STOP MAKING ME BUSY#the other week I was home for like 4 hours max over the course of like 5 days not counting sleep#honestly even counting sleep its probably not that much higher bc i stay with a friend a bunch#STOP MAKING ME BUSY WHY DO I HAVE SCHOOL AND WORK AND ORGANIZATION AND ZINES AND#this is soooo annoying why am i BUSY i have a paper we didnt get a prompt for until literally 10 minutes ago due sunday#then my policy brief due sunday but tbh i need that done today for a draft#then I am captioning the videos for the campaign on campus and i only srt sub so its gonna take FOREVER#did i mention i also have to write my public comment for the regents meeting im giong to yes bc if not also taht#I DONT WANT TO!!!!!!#i mean actually yes i do want to but ALL OF THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE EITHER TODAY OR BY SUNDAY AND I DONT WANT TO!!!!#do it all in that period of time like i wish i had another week ESPECIALLY because we had the day of action wednesday#and had been prepping and doing stuff for that and that day itself was also super tiring so just like OTL#anyways my point is that im tired and over it and b4 anyone @s me about using srt files i hate downloading software okay#idc if other ways are easier!! srt is easy i just open notepad and bam.#once this quarter is over im taking a 200 year nap#v.txt
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tahwarts · 4 months
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so google is disabling all inactive accounts tomorrow and i went like hey alright lets go recover that burner email i used back in like elementary school. but then google was like you are on a new device so no <3
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turns out im living in a horror film
pairing: ethan landry x gn!reader
WC: 2.4K
warnings: cursing, blood and stab mentions. should be it.
summary: im both the killer and the final girl
A/N: i think i like writing crazy reader🤔 anyway, once again inspired by a song, specifically the title line. dont think too hard about the killing, just enjoy the story.
any paragraphs written in bold and italic means thats what actually happened.
@alecmores​ my editor❤️
been in the drafts since may20
masterlist / ethan landry
🎧 always and forever and you first
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the hospital was bustling with doctors and nurses, in groups talking or solo looking down at clipboards. families in the waiting room or cafeteria sitting at the small tables and eating the okay food. a few security guards posted at different entrances, your wary eyes watching them as you passed door after door until you came to the right one.
you couldn’t see anything due to the curtains wrapped around the bed. you did see a shadow moving about and then a nurse peeked out and her eyes widened just a bit when she spotted you. you froze, but forced a quick pull of your lips; even a weak wave which was just your hand going up and then down. her head disappeared behind the curtain and then she walked your way.
“are you here to see mr. landry?” sweet and simple. you nodded wordlessly, voice failing you. she stepped aside and cocked her head before walking away down the hall and a corner.
you clenched and unclenched your hands at your sides, palms slowly gaining moisture until you wiped them down your stained and ripped pants. feet moving on their own accord and you stopped at the foot of the hospital bed. a sigh of relief at the sight beholding you.
ethan laid on his back, dressed in the standard gown with his blanket pulled to his waist. an iv was poked into his hand with a gray device attached to his index finger, his hands resting over his stomach. his heart monitor was beating steady as you watched with every breath he took and how his chest rose and fell with ease. his eyes were closed, lashes fluttering over dark circles. his mouth slightly parted as he slept.
taking slow and quiet steps you rounded the frame and stood on his right side. fingers pressing lightly into the bed as you leaned closer to his resting face. his freckles that were spotted here or there stood a bit darker as his skin looked a bit paler. ethan’s head of unruly brown ringlets sat just a bit more deflated than the usual pillow of curls that you would run your fingers through. your eyes land on two bandages, one that sat high on his cheek and the other vertically on his bottom lip to his chin.
fingertips curled into the blue fabric as your blood got heated with rage. but your thoughts were cut short when you felt ethan shuffling and then heard the deep inhale telling you he was waking up. you took just a slight step back and softened your posture.
ethan rubbed a fist at his eye and when they opened again, his head moved against his pillow and faced you. a welcoming smile melted your insides as his honey-brown eyes pull you in. you gained that step back and reached for the hand close to you.
“hi.” that’s all you could say as your eyes watered. it seemed to please ethan. he flipped his hand and let his fingers curl with yours. “hi.” his voice cracked and you instantly searched for water. the hand with the iv took the offered cup and drained it with deep gulps.
you placed the cup on the nightstand and hesitantly moved your hand to touch ethan’s face. you saw how his eyes noticed and he led you the rest of the way until your palm was holding his uncut cheek and your thumb was rubbing his oily skin.
“how you feeling?” a stupid question, you know. but still, you had to ask.
ethan’s head tilted down and his lips turned into a frown, something you hate to see on his pretty face. “well, i’m still alive after being stabbed in the stomach. so… i would say physically okay, mentally terrified.” he closed his eyes and leaned further into your touch.
you licked your lips as your eyes kept a steady watch on ethan. “ethan…” he peeked an eye open at his name, “i have some… some bad news.” voice low and touch heavy.
ethan sat up and his head moved away causing you to drop it from the air and fall to his thigh. you needed a minute to formulate your words without sounding discombobulated or not making sense.
“what happened after the subway?” his heart monitor spiked. the green line shooting higher than it was a minute ago.
“well, me and mindy waited here until we got news on your stability. and then mindy got a text from chad about the plan. so she rushed out and said she was heading to help…”
“mindy, wait!”
you caught up to her quickly just outside the entrance. mindy stopped and turned around, her eyes narrowed as you got closer and then she put a hand up telling you to stop. you held your hands up in surrender and stopped just a few steps away.
“what are you doing?” her tone was accusing. “shouldn’t you be staying here? making sure ethan’s gonna live?”
“i… i can't just sit around while you and everyone else are at that theater waiting for ghostface.” you argued. “so i’m going so we have all hands on deck. six against, what, two ghostfaces? that’s easy.”
mindy regarded you for a moment and then she shrugged her shoulders, “okay, fine. let’s hurry.” and the two of you were rushing down the busy streets to the abandoned theater.
“we got to the theater and hurried up the elevator and that’s when we got a call from sam…”
you kept a steady pace with mindy seeing as both of you weren’t athletic. feet carried you down the hidden alleyway towards the front entrance. mindy was ahead of you and just as she was reaching for the handle-
“ah!” mindy screeched. her knees crumpled from underneath and she slammed into the door and slid down.
you yanked the knife from her back and plunged it into a different spot. out then in, out then in. you lost count of how many times the wet knife sunk into mindy's muscles. you only stopped once she stopped fighting and the yelling abruptly ended.
you wiped the signature blade clean on mindy’s jacket and walked through the door and into the elevator.
ethan’s heart rate was speeding up. “my love, calm down. please.” hands rushing to hold his face in your grasp, trying to provide a silver of comfort as you retell the horror you went through an hour ago. “why don’t i just wait until-“
“no. just- just get through it.” he insisted. you hesitate until he holds your wrist and nods his head.
you sigh, “when sam called us she told us to get out, that it was a trap. that kirby was ghostface.”
ethan’s brows furrowed, “why- why would she be- she got stabbed by her friend!” his eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of what you're telling him. trying to make the puzzle pieces fit.
“detective bailey said that kirby was fired over six months ago from the fbi. that she was showing major signs of ptsd and her anger would flare at times. she probably just…snapped.”
“y/n…this isn’t you! you’r- you’re not a killer!”
kirby struggled against your weight that kept her plastered to the floor. her gun kicked far away from sight as she kept your weapon-wielding hands away from her body. you didn’t want to stab her multiple times like mindy… maybe just once and then slice her throat.
“you don’t know anything about me, agent.” you hissed as you pushed down harder.
you pushed all your upper body strength into your arms and managed to inch the knife closer and closer to kirby’s waiting throat. you could almost see light bouncing off the silver…
“we stepped out of the elevator and kirby shot mindy in the head. and just before she could get to me, detective bailey appeared out of nowhere and shot her in the heart.”
ethan’s eyes watered instantaneously and his lips quivered. on instinct you crawled into the bed and pulled ethan’s head to your shoulder. he gripped your dirty shirt tight in his shaky hold as his salty tears dripped onto your skin.
“what- what- what about…the others?” he hiccuped.
you rolled your lips and looked to the ceiling. it was only going to get worse. you didn’t say anything as you dragged your fingers through his hair, which caused him to pull away. eyes starting to get red and puff, dried tear stains ruining his face.
“what… happened?” he restated sternly.
your hands fell to your lap and you looked down as you picked away at your skin and hangnails. flashes of blood on your hands cloud your vision but it’s gone in a blink. you cleared your throat.
“i… i think we were too late. i don’t know how, but… it was straight from a horror movie as me and bailey walked into the theater. i found chad… laying in a pool of his blood.”
it felt so exhilarating as you did the same tactic on chad as his twin. poetic or something shit, how they died the same way by the same knife and hand. his eyes screamed for mercy, but you didn’t care. the sound of blood and stabbing drowning your thoughts.
“then i heard a commotion somewhere so i went to make sure bailey was okay. I stumbled back into the main shrine area and saw sam wrestling with him…”
sam and bailey pushed and shoved each other into glass cases. bailey had more of the upper hand, but sam was holding her own. you hid in the shadows, crouching low and waiting for an opening to help your sudden accomplice.
“…sam managed to throw him to the ground and she had a knife ready to stab him. i didn’t think… i- i just ran at her and threw myself into her…”
both of you smacked into the bottom of a display, the breath knocked out of you for a minor two. sam pushed herself up and the look of disgust and disbelief that one of her friends-
“you’r- you’re helping him? you’re a ghostface?” she heaved as she stood up. you kept a close eye on her.
“not exactly… but that doesn’t matter. i’m only a ghostface in this case.”
with your guard down just a bit, she ran at you-
“- sam stabbed me in the thigh and then the shoulder.”
sam got a deep stab into your right thigh and swiftly pulled it out and sunk the blade into your shoulder near your collarbone. you screamed bloody murder from the pain and anger she flared up in you.
“i- i don’t know. it’s like she had a personality switch or something. maybe her dad’s genes kicked in and she and kirby planned this sick show. sam doing the first few and then when kirby came down they switched off. at least that’s the theory the police have come up with.”
ethan’s fingers ran over the wound on your thigh, that frown back on his face. once again you reached for his hand and waffled them together. you kissed the back of his hand then his knuckles and lastly each fingertip.
“is tara at least…” you heard the hesitancy as he asked about his friend. wondering if her sister would be sick enough to kill her off after showing such a protective front around others.
teeth sunk into your bottom lips as you shook your head. “her, uh, her throat was slashed. but no- no other wounds.”
“y/n, y/n. why- why are you doing this?”
tara was trying to plead with you or at least understand your reasoning for killing your friends. you took slow and menacing steps as you backed her further into a dark corner. twisting the knife handle like a toy as you just smirked at her.
“why does everyone think killers need a reason? well, in detective bailey’s case, he does have a reason. richie, his son, was killed at the hands of sam.”
tara’s face slackened further.
“now… i won’t reveal who was his main partner in crime. a promise i made so he would leave me and ethan be after-“
“you- you think ethan’s gonna wanna be with you? even when he finds out everything you did?”
your steps stopped as you kept a sharp eye on her, knife held high and steady. she didn’t understand the love the two of you share. and beside-
“ethan isn’t gonna know a thing. wanna know why?” your lips pulled into a sinister cheshire grin as your steps resumed. tara was pressed into the corner with no weapon to defend herself and no space to make a run for it. she was all yours.
you held the knife up under her chin, tip against her throat as she swallowed saliva. you leaned in closer, mouth near her ear, “ethan’s never gonna know about this, because you’ll all be dead.” you swiped the knife hard and fast against her throat.
“so… only you and bailey survived?” ethan’s voice was getting thick from emotion.
you hoped your story was convincing enough. maybe you’ll have bailey vouch for you if needed. maybe ethan’s mind won’t think too hard about everything with it clouded by grief and drugs pumping in his veins.
“i don’t think i would be if he didn’t show up. ethan-“ you held his cheeks once again, making sure his eyes looked deep within yours. “i was… so scared that i would never see you again.” tears came to the front without thought and you saw the way he melted.
ethan’s hands caressed your cheeks and wiped the fallen droplets away with ease. “i think you have a guardian angel watching you or something. whatever it was, i’m so relieved that you're back in my arms.”
and his lips met yours once again after hours of missing the feeling. it was like you claimed your first breath of clean air after only consuming pollution smog. and it felt like another reminder.
you pulled away, reluctantly, from ethan and leaned your forehead into his. fingers working to keep a smile and brightness to his face and eyes.
“you and me, ethan. always and forever. we’ll always be there for each other. and i’ll always protect you no matter what. you’re all that matters to me.”
you closed your eyes at the end of your declaration so you missed the slight crease in his eyes and how they took in every inch of skin. and how they spotted specks of dark red blood, but instead of causing his heart to spike he just closed his eyes as well and leaned in for another kiss.
always and forever
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tags: @astrxq
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b1u3s · 1 year
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the ‘shut up' kiss
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! BLACK PANTHER FOREVER SPOILERS !
the ‘shut up’ kiss - when a character kisses another while they are ranting, typically when they want to shut them up or are in complete awe of the character speaking that they cannot wait any longer to kiss them. 
pairing: shuri x wakandan!designer!reader
summary: the reader was nervous about her latest design she had done for the queen’s 'fuck you france’ dress, she asks her girlfriend to check if there was anything she could change.
writer’s note: ya’ll this is my first piece of writing on here so don’t judge me. i  saw such a lack in shuri x readers and honestly i just decided to write my own cus i was not having it (IT WAS GIVING VERY MUCH ANTI-BLACK). i’m usually a reader on here so i dont even know how the writing side of this website works. sorry if this makes no sense at all. PLUS i don’t even write about or for marvel.
“Shuri I need you to be ONE HUNDRED percent honest with me, okay, I cannot afford to fuck up this dress. it’s so important to your mother.” Y/n hastily said as she dragged her girlfriend by the hand to her design room. Shuri smiled and laughed as she let herself be led by someone so much shorter than her.
“Dont worry, I’m sure it’ll be great, you’re the most talented person I know,” she complimented Y/n with a fond smile on her face as they stood face to face in front of the door, “plus it’ll be fine, the worst thing my mother would say is that it’s horrendous and that you should end your career now,” she joked and Y/n widened her eyes, “other than that, it’ll be fine!”
“Shuri I love you but right now I will not hesitate to cheat on you with one of these mannequins.” Y/n playfully threatened while she opened the door and led a chuckling Shuri into her colourful design room. Each wall was covered from head to toe in pieces of different fabrics and patterns, some fabrics were kitenges that were carefully and beautifully handcrafted by some of Wakanda's most talented artists. On the wall facing the door, wall-length mirrors invited warm golden rays of light the sun had gifted this country into the room. Mannequins of different shapes and sizes with pins and needles in them were all around the room, some were adorned in dresses with the finest silks and colours, and some were bare, waiting to be tested and experimented on.
"You could never cheat on me, I’m too pretty.” Shuri countered.
“Until you speak.” Y/n smiled lovingly at her and Shuri rolled her eyes at her before letting her eyes wander through the beauty of this room. She could never get over how Y/n always managed to make every room she entered look even more beautiful than it already was. This room would never be able to look as great as it did if there was never some pretty girl working away in here, always dressed in long, flowy dresses, with her bottom lip in between her teeth while she drew on her next design, an automatic masterpiece. 
After Shuri took in the full room, her eyes finally came across the dress.
Her mother’s dress.
The dress that Y/n had been stressing about designing for weeks, wondering if it looked like crap or if it was going to be to her mother’s liking.
Shuri’s breath was blown away as she took in the dress on the mannequin. it was a dark blue/purple, a colour that never failed to accentuate her mother’s unmatched beauty, with gold accents and geometrical patterns flowing down the dress. it had a jewel-type neckline that was gold and she even managed to create a matching hat that her mother was bound to love. this look was fit for a queen, especially a queen that was looking to send a message about her country.
Y/n took Shuri’s silence as a bad thing and widened her eyes, “ So what do you think? I know it’s a little messy right now, but this is only a draft and I wasn’t sure if your mother wanted this colour. She sort of told me to do me so I kind of went wild and- oh my Lord I think I might lose my job if she hates this. this seems like a dress fit for a queen that wants to scold other nations for trying to steal from us right? Or am I underestimating the level of import-” Y/n’s fast rant was cut off by Shuri taking large strides towards her and giving her the most rewarding kiss she’s ever experienced. She was taken aback at first but eased into it, enjoying the peace being in Shuri’s arms gave her.
When they pulled apart Shuri smiled at her in awe and adoration, Y/n was truly one of the most talented women she knew, "It looks amazing, Y/n. my mother will shine in it like she always does in your designs. I can’t believe you were able to do this all by yourself.” Shuri truthfully reassured her.
Y/n smiled at the praise Shuri had given her. It meant a lot coming from her, the most brilliant woman she knew. “Really?” Shuri nodded with a smile while looking down at her, probably with hearts in her eyes, “thank you, I was so stressed about this and Okoye wasn’t helping much either she said it looked wild, but she really cannot be talking with her Fenty shade 440 that doesn't even match her head!” Shuri let out a laugh at Y/n’s joke and nodded.
“That’s her way of saying that it looks good,” She explained as Y/n smiled, letting her hands rest around Shuri’s shoulders and play with her short curly hair that she loved so, so much.
“Thank you by the way, for letting me drag you out of your lab to see some silly dress. I know you have a lot of things on your mind.” Y/n truly was thankful to Shuri, so much has happened to her, with her brother passing and her not being able to properly grieve. Y/n still isn’t able to comprehend how Shuri still finds the time to help, love and support her.
“No, thank you. for being the only person who is truly able to make me laugh like I used to.” Shuri wasn’t lying, she hasn’t properly smiled in a few months and Y/n was able to help her smile in less than five minutes. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the couple before Okoye started knocking on the door, yelling Y/n’s name repeatedly. the two widen their eyes and burst into giggles.
“YES!” Y/n calls out, suppressing a few laughs.
“Y/N I KNOW YOU’RE GOOD AT MAKEUP AND SUCH SO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD TELL ME IF MY FOUNDATION SHADE WAS OKAY!” Shuri widened her eyes at Okoye's words and broke down with laughter.
“YEAH I’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU!” Y/n yelled back, trying to control her giggles.
The two silently laughed together for a few seconds, savouring the happiness and light they gave each other in a time of eternal darkness.
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abbyslev · 1 year
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𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺
A/N: hello everyone! heres something thats been sitting in the drafts for a while. I am currently working on a million things, and if you have requested something, it is still under the works. i do apologize for taking a million years, school has me working to the bone. im sorry and i promise i will be posting more often soon! I hope you can all understand. thank you all for reading. i love you all!
You like to stand behind Hange and tie their hair up into little pigtails. Hange absolutely loves it when you play with their hair and run your fingers through their locks, smoothing out any tangles. 
Sometimes they will get distracted and instead of taking notes, they draw you in the corner of their pages. Levi will constantly get onto them and tell them to focus but Hange’s brain is just full of you so it’s hard for them to concentrate.
They are a serious victim of morning hair. You sit on the counter and brush out their hair, helping them tie it up into their up-do while they talk about some new theory.
They constantly lose their hair ties. You two also share all the time. 
You love when they push their glasses on their head, but they absolutely love it when you do it. They like to see you reach up and push their glasses out of their face.
Their glasses get foggy when you kiss them. Hange hates it but you think it’s cute. 
Doesn’t like when their hair is in their face, so they ask you to cut it for them. 
You also have to ask them constantly if they have eaten or drank something. They forget. 
They are a big night owl. You wake up to books poking your back sometimes from them falling asleep on accident while reading. 
They tab their books for sure. You like reading their book afterwards so you can read their notes and thoughts. 
Always losing their shoes. They also never have matching socks. 
When Levi gives them head pats they get all angry like “Hey! They did my hair this morning and you ruined it, Levi.” With a pouty face.
Soooo touchy.
You have to DRAG Moblit away because Hange will keep them locked in their room forever researching. “Sorry honey, he’s gotta go home. It’s past midnight.” “But we haven’t finished our theories!” 
Has a bunch of notebooks that have messy handwriting of random notes.
You have to do their laundry or it won’t get done. 
Will glue themselves to you at night.
Doesn’t really know how to comfort so they just joke around until you feel better.
Loves when you sit on their lap and fall asleep while they do paperwork.
One time Levi walked in on you two sleeping. Hange sat on their chair, arms wrapped around you, face between your neck and ear, breathing in your sweet shampoo and your head laid on their chest, hand in their hair. He ended up not saying anything but he truly thinks that’s the cutest thing he had ever seen.
Hange so cute pls dont hurt them. 
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Hey! I’m like in love with your stories so I NEEDED to ask you for a Peeta x fem reader where Peeta and the reader are on the victors tour and the reader ends up having a panic attack after seeing the face of a kid (like Rue) that died in front of her and after they get back on the train Peeta is trying to calm her down and to get her to breath, maybe after it’s over they go lay down and just a ton of fluff. I get Panic attacks so it would be nice to read this and see how Peeta would try to help. If you have time I would really appreciate this!
Pairing : Peeta Mellark x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Reader has panic attack, mentions of dead children, angst, slight gore, brutality, crying, survivors guilt, slight fluff, comfort, alcohol, mentions of a knife, blood, mourning family, if I missed any let me know.
AN: hey hey, this has been in my drafts forever. Sorry anon that it is so late. I have had a slight writers block. I'm not gonna lie I cried a little writing this. Not edited, so maybe I will in the future. As always comment, like, reblog, or dont its your life.
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I lean my head back against the cool leather couch. The train moves so smoothly below us it feels like we aren't even moving. Unfortunately, we are racing towards district 5. My head is pounding and it isn't even noon yet, it's not so much that I have a headache now, but I know I will soon.
The oncoming events of today are much less than pleasing. Cameras, flashing lights, but what I am least looking forward to, what makes me slightly shake and my mind start to fumble is having to face the families of the fallen.
They hate me, they hate us.
But they cannot do anything about it, I'm sure it is tearing them apart. It's tearing me apart. They will have to see my face every year, and it will all be brought back. The pain, the anger, the hatred for our country for making us do this. The hatred towards me for surviving.
And I shouldn't have survived. Not really. Peeta should have been the lone victor. He deserves to live. They all did. But there should have only been one. And it shouldn't have been me.
The door slides open, and in walks Peeta.
"Hey," He calls, walking over to where I am sitting.
"Finally found you, Effie's been looking for you. I didn't think your new hideout would be in the bar car though." He smiles, gesturing towards the array of alcohol and spirits.
"Yeah, well nobody else is ever really in here. You know how Haymitch likes drinking in his room." I laugh, before rubbing the sleepiness from my face and standing up.
I sigh, "I should probably go get ready. Effie is probably about to loose her shit looking for me."
He gives me a sympathetic smile, "Yeah, you have fun with that y/n."
His pretty eyes are alert. He knows what I'm going through. He is going through it too. He knows not to pry to deep. Not until I'm ready to share what I saw. I know he is going through a lot right now, and I'm sure that we will talk it out, explain to each other the things we did, had to think, all to survive. I'm sure it will be in the dead of night after some particularly hard nightmare when the only comfort that can be found is in each other.
I give him a small smile, before turning and sighing out the door.
I find Effie pacing my bedroom, her ridiculous neon purple wig flopping about.
She looks over to me as the door opens, before releasing a sigh and trotting over to me on the balls of her feet.
"Y/n! Where have you been? We need to get you dressed for the ceremony. As your escort it is my job," she smiles, breathing in deeply before exhaling heavily and continuing, "and my privilege to make sure that you go through your tour looking as beautiful as ever. This is the last the people of Panem will see of you and Peeta until the next games of course!" She says, not bothering to pay me any mind. Just going on about the dress and shoes she has chosen for me tonight.
Until the next games
The thought of that makes me want to hurl. We arent far from our next stop.
I let Effie dress me and prattle on and on about the upcoming finale of the tour at the presidents mansion. I zone out for most of it.
Effie has thrown me into a gold dress. Spaghetti straps and loose around the bust but tightens around the waist and poofs out until just above the knee, she has decided to leave my hair alone, thankfully.
She sets me down and applies weird products and substances to my face. I just keep my eyes shut until she tells me otherwise.
And then the next thing I know, i'm no longer on the train. I'm not even in a car.
I'm behind a set of closed doors in the district 5 town hall. It smells vaguely of iron and mold. The walls are sagging, there are paintings hanging up around the room. I'm sure they were once used to brighten the dreary building but have long since been forgotten. Layers of dust coating them.
I can hear our names being announced.
I look to my left, were Peeta is standing next to me and immediately grab his hand. The doors open and Effie gives us a discrete push towards the rows of district fives people. I step forward toward the group. And I am increasingly aware of Peetas hand in mine.
And then suddenly I am faced with the cameras and screens all capturing our faces. All but a few which hold the faces of the fallen.
Suddenly I don't feel well. I see him. A screen with a little boy with soft brown hair and light brown eyes. Nick. He was not more than 13. Underneath, on a pedestal are his family.
I can't breath. I clutch to Peeta, tears filling my eyes. But I cannot cry. I remember it all.
We were unlikely allies, he had been following me since day one. He had no other allies and we were both on our own.
After I was attacked by another tribute and hardly made it out alive scathed. He finally appeared and helped me out. We quickly became friends, and helped each other out. He healed me while I was injured, and I taught him things. We made plans to ruin the career pack, and carried them through.
It was a couple days after that. The careers were scattered throughout the arena, deciding that it was getting late in the game and that they should split.
Me and Nick were hunting. He was quite good with traps, he could make quite intricate traps. I was decent with traps, but nothing compared to Nicky. He was such a smart boy. The sweetest, he wasn't cut out for the games. And selfishly, I wished that we had never became allies. We both knew that only one of us would make it out. I had hoped that if I wasn't able to make it, he would.
We were just setting up for a fire, happy with all of the meat we had caught that day. He was out, collecting more wood while I skinned the rabbits. I was just finishing with one, when I heard his scream. I turned to the way he was and saw blood dripping down his chest. A girl with blonde hair holding the knife. He had only stumbled a few feet towards, before she shoved the knife deeper into his stomach. He had fallen to the ground, looking up at me.
I rushed to them. I don't really remember the specifics of the girl. I don't regret killing her. I regret not drawing it out more. I remember beating her, to the point of death and then finishing it. It had gone quite quickly in the spur of the moment.
Once she was dead and a canon had fired I had kicked her body away from us and rushed to Nicky.
He was breathing but faintly, hardly there.
I quickly kneeled next to him and brought his head to my lap. Tears in our eyes, he looked at me. His eyes, I'll never forget. They looked so warm.
"C'mon Nicky boy...don't cry, you'll be fine," I smiled at him. Tears dribbled down my nose and landed on his face.
I wiped my hands off on my jacket, they still had her blood on them and I wouldn't contaminate Nicky that way. I rubbed his head, and moved his hair away from his face, out of his eyes.
He smiled at me, "Can't help it much, my shoulder hurts," he laughed. His body shook with it. Tears rolling onto his cheeks. I wiped them away.
We sat there. I continued to put pressure on his wounds. But there were to many. She had stabbed him in the chest twice before he could even call for help.
"Y/n," he sighed out, his eyes looking up to me.
I sniffled, my throat was tight and I knew that I was going to be a sobbing mess soon. It was almost over and even then I wanted nothing more to get up and leave. I didn't want to have to see sweet Nick this way. But I wouldn't leave him.
"Yeah, buddy?"
He was serious now, he must have realized he had lost to much blood, his wounds too fatal.
He brushed my hand from were it was on his chest. My hand covered in his blood.
He paid my look of shock no mind.
"I need you to do something for me," his voice was weak, and his breathing had considerably slowed.
I didn't trust my voice. And to be honest I didn't even know if I could speak my throat was so constricted. Tears bubbled up and I wanted to cry like a baby. So I just nodded.
He sighed, "I need...I need you too let my family know that I tried," he closed his eyes softly, "I really did try," tear drops slid down his cheeks.
I nodded my head, and sniffed, "Sure buddy. I'll let them know."
He needed more than that though. He clutched at me hand, "No, y/n... You need to win. You need," he struggled a second, before coughing up some blood into his hand. "you need to let them know," He nodded along with his words.
I took a deep breath, trying not to sob. "I will. I will win, I promise," tears fell onto his face, "I'll tell them Nicky. Don't you worry."
He smiled up at me, tired. "Thank you Y/n. For everything.
Then he shut his eyes and never opened them. I sat there with him for a while after the canon fired.
I shouldn't have. I felt his body become cold beneath me. I cried until I was all cried out over him. Not caring if people in the damned capitol found me weak, or if they pulled their sponsorships. Sweet little Nick was gone. He would never open his eyes, never see his mom and little sister that he talked about with such love in his eyes. He was too young, and he died for nothing.
Then, I gently slid his head off of my lap and laid him down fully. I moved next to him and pushed his hair out of his face, and then I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
I got up and walked away. And I didn't look back.
Under his screen, me and his mother made eye contact. She was beautiful, just as he had described her to me, next to her must have been his little sister, Livie. It was just them. Both with tears in their eyes, clutching onto each other. Her eyes, Nicky's eyes were hard as she stared at me. I couldn't look any longer, so I looked down at my sparkly shoes.
Peeta held my hand tighter, as I felt my eyes become watery. I bit the inside of my cheek, and held my breath slightly, afraid if I did I would start sobbing.
My feet fumbled forwards towards the microphone. Peeta held the speech cards Effie had given him tightly. His hands trembled a bit.
He knows how hard today is for me. He didn't know Nick personally. But I shared everything he had done for me with Peeta, everything he taught me and then I shared how he died. In a way Nicky had saved Peeta also.
I stepped up to the microphone, my hands unsteady. Peeta cleared his throat and started on with the stupid speech.
"Hello District 5. Today, we are here to honor the.... fallen," he started unsurely, "Nick and Lela gave up their lives to be part of something bigger. They made the ultimate sacrifice... for the good of our country," He stopped, took a deep breath, then crumpled up the paper and let it fall to the floor.
He sighed, before starting again. "The truth is, we don't want to celebrate. Lela and Nick lived their lives, and they were gone too soon," he looked to both Nicks family and then to Lela's.
I didn't say anything, I didn't want to look out into the crowd, afraid that my eyes wouldn't help but wander to his poor mother and sister.
"Y/n and I are both very sorry for your loss. It is hard to loose the ones we love... and even harder to try to stay happy. They gave up their lives involuntarily, so that me and y/n could be standing here today. That is a debt we wish we could repay, but never will be able to. Lela was brave, she scored high and made it to the final eight. Nick, he saved y/n. In turn saving me. To him and his family, specifically, we are tremendously grateful. Thank you."
Peeta finished his speech, before leaning down and whispering,"Do you want to say anything?"
I just shook my head, not really trusting my voice at them moment. And turned to the waiting doors, with Peeta's hand in mine.
But then I couldn't leave. Even though I wanted nothing more than to get through this stupid dinner with the mayor and then get back to the train and cry. I will do all of that, but I had to say some things first. For Nicky.
I quickly turned back to the crowd, Peetas hand falling from mine. Rushing towards to grab the microphone before I lost my nerve.
"I'm sorry." My voice was hoarse and broke at the end and it sounded so loud in the silent city square.
I found Nicks mom and sister, "I'm sorry."
Both were shaking slightly, holding each other in a death grip.
"Nick told me all about you both. He held so much love for you both, and I am truly sorry-" I took a deep breath, trying to calm my heart, "truly sorry that he went through what he did," my voice shook and my eyes were red with unshed tears.
Right now my speech is being broadcasted to every screen in Panem.
Peeta had come to stand beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "He was too sweet, too kind. He deserved so much more...and he was gone too soon," I met his mothers eyes and wiped at a stray tear that had fallen.
She was crying, her body rocking slightly as she clutched Livie to her body. She was crying also.
I sniffed, "Without Nicky, I don't think I would have made it out. I'll never, not if I lived a million lifetimes be able to repay what he has done for me."
I nodded my head, tears cascading down my face.
"If-" I sobbed slightly, before holding my breath, once I felt more under control I continued, "If I hadn't made it back, I had wished that he did. And if I could change what had happened I would. The guilt is unbearable," I shut my eyes before taking another breath.
"But you both must know that we tried. I truly did try to save him, and I failed. I have to live with that. Nicky... he tried too, he wanted nothing more than to go home. To be with you, his people," I addressed district five now. My face was blotchy, tears were all over my face, making it sticky and wet. I wiped the bottom of my chin quickly, from where they had all pooled.
My throat was constricting and it felt as though there was something stuck in it. "I don't like talking about what happened, and I'm sure you would rather do anything right now than have to relive this. For that I am also sorry. But I promised Nicky that I would tell you. If there was more I could do for you I would, but I think this is- " I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started sobbing, weeping sounds leaving my mouth.
Peeta grabbed my hand, and with one last look to Nicks family, I pushed my head into Peeta's chest, Not wanting to come out, and not caring if my makeup smudged or if I got some on his shirt.
Without skipping a beat Peeta jumped in, "Which is why we will be donating one month of our earnings every year for as long as we shall live to Nicks family. Thank you." The crowd gasps as he finishes, before smiling and gently steering me to the waiting doors and into the sagging building.
I sobbed into his side as the doors slammed behind us.
I move to hug him fully, sobbing into his chest. My whole body shakes as he rubs my back, cooing at me softly.
"Shhh, shhh," he sighs, like you would a baby.
I can't breath suddenly, this dress is too tight, my throat is closing in on itself. I'm gasping for air, it wont come. I feel as though I will pass out. My heartbeat is too loud in my ears, my breathing too fast. My body is making it up for the lack of oxygen. I am going to pass out.
All I see is Nick. Sweet Nick laying dead in a pool of his own blood. My hands covered in it, his beautiful brown eyes full of light, now dull and lifeless.
He hates me. It's my fault. I can't see. I can't hear. Suddenly I'm on the ground. Peeta kneeling down with me, holding me.
Haymitch is next to me, I look to him. But its like white noise. I can see him talking but I can't make out the words.
My heart is thumping frantically. I see her. The girl I killed. She is bloody and broken on the ground. She hates me too, I hate her.
Then my hearing starting fading in and out and I can finally hear a bit.
Peeta, his eyes frantic. Looking at me, slightly panicky, "Y/n! Y/n, can you hear me? Breath y/n. Breath!" He tells me, holding onto my shoulders.
Haymitch is kneeling next to me also, rubbing my back slightly.
I listen to Peeta, trying to focus on my breathing pattern. In, out, in, out. My heart rate is still frantic. I look around the room, Effie is standing a few feet away, her hand over her mouth in what I can only imagine as shock and pity.
The mayor of district 5 is also there, looking quite freaked out next to Effie.
A couple Peace Keepers stand around us.
"C'mon Y/n, chill out." Haymitch whispers to me.
"Breath baby, just breath," Peeta whispers soothingly to me.
I shut my eyes, focusing on my breathing. I feel Peetas hands on me, holding me still, rubbing soothing circles on my waist and shoulder as he tells me to breath, that everything will be okay.
This is the norm for a few minutes, once I get my breathing patters in check, I have stopping shaking and my heart doesn't feel like it will explode I collapse into Peeta, worn from today. My hair sticks to my face as I hiccup into his chest.
Haymitch is now up and talking with Effie about how we should head back to the train.
"Why, we can't just leave. They have prepared all of this for them. It is insanely rude to the people of district five. I won't have it." She quips in her accent, hands on her hips.
"Effie, would you look at the poor girl? She just had a damned panic attack. Today is too much for her. You can stay here and dine with the fine officials of district five if you want. But we're going back to the train." He argues, throwing his hands out to his sides.
"I agree with Haymitch. Y/n has been through enough today." Peeta speaks up, before looking to the Mayor of five.
"Sir, we are very sorry, but we cannot attend dinner tonight."
The mayor, who still is a bit weary from what has taken place quickly agrees, "Yes I think that is wise."
Peeta gets up first, before helping me up. He wraps his arm around me, tucking me into his side as we walk towards the back entrance where the train is waiting.
Haymitch walking behind us. We can hear Effie frantically apologize to the Mayor before running after us. Her shoes clicking down the long hallway.
Once inside the train car, me and Peeta fall into the couch. He still holds me. Afraid that I will have another panic attack. Haymitch goes to the spirits cart on tbe other side of the lavish car. He pulls out a bottle of some kind of brown liquor.
He gives me a look, gesturing to the bottle.
I nod and that is good enough for him because he takes two glasses, each with ice and then puts the liquor in them. He walks over to where Peeta and I sit and hand me one.
He gives me a pitiful look. Like I'm a puppy.
I sniffle and take it, downing it quickly. It stings my throat on the way down and makes my stomach feel warm.
I quickly stand, before walking to my room.
"Thanks for the drink," I deadpan over my shoulder.
I hear Peeta behind me. At the end of the hallway is my room, I walk in and leave the door open for him.
Once he shuts it I start getting dressed, stripping down to my underwear before climbing underneath the covers.
He does the same, getting rid of his suit quickly before falling into bed next to me. He scoots closer to me and gently wraps his arm around me, pulling me to his chest.
He rubs my head lightly, moving the hair out of my still blotchy face. Before giving me a very gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Are you alright?" He asks softly after we have laid in silence for a while.
I respond after a minute, "No...are you?"
"No."
I smile up at him softly, before kissing his neck.
"Okay."
Then we both softly cried, holding onto each other. For Nick, for the other fallen, for our country.
And afterwards we fell asleep, content with letting out our emotions that we have been holding in since the reaping.
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whoreanghae · 2 years
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apartment 308 ; lee chan
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genre - strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff
wordcount - 1.8k
disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut
a/n - wow i havent posted literally allll summer. ive been super busy, but now im back to school so i finally have time to write again :P this is just a short one that ive had in my drafts for a while, its not perfect my apologies. hope u enjoy mwah
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you rummaged through your cupboards as the oven beeped, signalling that it was done preheating. you couldve sworn that you had more sugar. the sugar you had in the bag was barely half of what the recipe called for. the rest of the ingredients were already mixed together in the bowl, so you didnt have time to run to the nearest convenience store. so, begrudgingly, you made your way to the neighbouring apartment. you hated having to introduce yourself this way, but you had never even seen them leave before, so theres a time for everything. 
shoving your feet into the pair of shoes next to the door, you propped the door open as you headed to the door just down the hall. the aging numbers on the door read 308. you knocked lightly, suddenly wondering if the cookies you were making were even worth it. as you were contemplating leaving, the door in front of you creaked open and a man stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face. he looked to be around your age, not much older. he was wearing a black tshirt paired with a pair of black sweatpants. he was very attractive, but you had to get back to the matter at hand instead of just oogling at him like a weirdo.
“hi! im y/n, i live next door, i was wondering if i could borrow like, a cup of sugar? im baking cookies and i literally just used up the last of what i had.” you finished with a chuckle. he nodded, the same smile on his face from when you had arrived. “of course! just wait right here, ill go grab some for you.” he hurried off into his apartment as you stood in the hallway of the apartment building. you waited around for a moment before he returned to the doorway with a container of sugar in his hands. you took it and thanked him profusely, apologizing for the nature of your first meeting. he laughed and brushed it off. wow, his laugh was like music to your ears. just as you were about to go back to your apartment, he spoke up again. “oh, im chan by the way! if you ever need anything you can stop by, i dont mind.” you nodded and smiled. “thank you chan, the same goes for you as well.” he grinned wider as you gave a meek wave and he closed his door. you shut your apartment door behind you as you returned to making your batch of cookies.
the timer in the kitchen began to blare, signalling that your baking was done. the smell of fresh baked cookies filled the air in your apartment, a heavenly smell to say the least. you carefully took them out and placed them on top of the stove. after they had cooled down, you took a couple off of the tray you had baked them on and placed them in the container that chan gave you the sugar in. you replaced the cover and headed out to the door again. you stood in front of chans apartment and lightly knocked. the building was so quiet that you could hear the footsteps leading up to the door. as the door opened, chan stood in front of you yet again. you held out the container and his eyes lit up. “thank you so much!” he took the container and gasped when the bottom was still warm. “its no problem, if anything you helped me make them, its the least i could do.” you gave him a warm smile as he thanked you again. the happiness in his eyes made you want to bake forever. you said your goodbyes again as you returned to your apartment and put away the rest of the cookies that you had left for yourself. you smiled to yourself without noticing as you removed the cookies from the parchment they were baked on. 
some time had passed, and it had been a while since youd seen chan. after the baking situation, you had actually spoken to him more when you would see him. whether that be in the lobby, or your shared hallway, you would often stop and have little conversations. as it turns out, you two actually have quite a lot in common. but in the past few weeks, you had only seen him in quick glances in the hallway. short smiles and small ‘hello’s were the extent of your interactions. but even in the last month, you hadnt seen him at all. a part of you was concerned, but you knew that he could just be busy, or your schedules could just not have lined up like they did before. the thought even came up that he couldve moved. but you try to not think about it. this particular day, you had suddenly gotten a craving for muffins. knowing already that you had all of the ingredients, you decided to get straight into it. you pulled up a recipe and began mixing your ingredients in a bowl. as you read down through the recipe, you reached up into your cupboards to get the bag of sugar. as you grab the bag, you realize that it is way lighter than you expect. you dump the sugar into a measuring cup, and it doesnt even reach the halfway point for what the recipe requires. you sigh and put down the measuring cup. maybe it was a sign.
the hallway is quiet as you close the door behind you. you make your way to the familiar apartment door, realizing how weird you must look asking for sugar again. but, you push those thoughts to the back of your head as the door swings open. this time, youre not face to face with chan. the man in the doorway is taller, but with similar kind eyes. youve seen him come and go, but never seen him this close. hes handsome, but in a different way than chan was. he smiles as you snap out of your daze. “hi! nice to meet you, im y/n, i live next door, could i borrow a little bit of sugar please? i always seen to run out as soon as im making something.” you both chuckle and he nods. “nice to meet you as well, y/n! of course, come on in ill go grab you some.” he steps aside so you can come into the apartment. you look around as you wait. the apartment is tidy, and has a warm feel to it. its definitely lived in, and if you were to guess you would say there are multiple people besides the man at the door. you hear chatter in the kitchen, but you cant make out voices. 
after a few minutes, he comes back to you with a small bag of sugar in hand. he gives you another smile as he puts the bag in your hands. “is that enough?” you nod profusely. “oh goodness yes, thank you so much!” he leans against the table in the living area as you give him an appreciative look. “oh! im junhui by the way, but you can call me jun.” you chat with jun for a little bit longer before you have to take off and finish your muffins. as you hurry out the door, you could swear you caught a glimpse of someone else inside. but, you shut the door and rush back to finish your muffins.
after your timer rings, you put your muffins onto cooling racks as you look for a container big enough for some muffins. as the muffins cool, you quickly write up a little note for chan, in the off chance he might answer that door again. you jot down a little message, and include your phone number at the bottom of the note. you fold it over, writing ‘chan :)’ on the outside. you put 6 muffins into the container just to be safe, and tuck the note in your pocket as you shuffle out your door again. 
there you stand again, outside door 308. you start to wonder if the note was stupid, he probably didnt even think anything of your interactions anyways. part of you wants to leave the muffins at the door and walk back to your apartment. but, you knock anyways. it seems quicker this time, as the door creaks open and jun is standing in the doorway. you try to not be disappointed, but you did hope that chan would be on the other side of the door. you tell jun about the muffins and he looks incredibly grateful, and he laughs, gesturing at the two extra muffins on top. you tilt your head in confusion as he clarifies. “oh! theres four of us, so we’ll probably have to cut these last two in half to avoid some fights.” you both chuckle as a voice from inside the apartment calls out, asking who’s at the door. “it’s our neighbour, y/n, i got muffins!” theres some quiet shuffling in the apartment as someone appears at juns side. 
chans eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. but youre sure that yours did too. jun looks between the two of you and giggles as he steps away with the container, leaving the two of you alone at the door. “how are you, i havent see you all month!” you say as chan pulls you in for a hug. he explains how his job can get super busy really quick, and how the hours he works are super flexible and can be different all the time. the two of you stand and chat with smiles plastered on your faces, until someone inside calls out to chan, and he has to go back inside. before turning away, you quickly slip the note into his palm and give each other another smile. as the door closes, you stay in front of the door for a moment, trying to collect yourself.
sitting in your apartment later that evening, your phone buzzes.
Maybe: Chan : hey y/n, this is chan :)
y/n : hi chan :))
chan <3 : i was thinking, maybe sometime we could bake something together? maybe we can call it a date.. i can bring the sugar hehe
y/n : hahaha, you know what? i think id love that :) 
from that day on, you coincidentally never had sugar on hand again.
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computer-post-ii · 3 months
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show object partners :3
MY DUMB ASS DRAFTED THIS INSTEAD OF POSTING FML IM SOREY 😭😭👍
SORRY I DIDNT ANSWER SOONER BECAUSE I DAMN WELL THOUGHT I DID!!
but i do wish to update some of the photos so I Will Do That for quality’s sake
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Disproportionately excited over getting an ask oh my god oh my god hello hi
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managed to cram them all in a photo together!! (lighting is bad i know)
left to right- no named doll. no named laptop. Pepper. Pancake. and a no named shirt
me yapping my head off below the cut because i can never shut up
OKAY no messing around.. FIRST ON THE ROSTER!! MY LAPTOP!! (pink and orange screen dead center)
uhh- no name! (dont know how thats achieved but its fine its good!!) I’ve just been using he/it/they when referring to them (albeit unconsciously but we’re rolling with it)
used to have a little moustache vinyl sticker but i didn’t put it on in fear of it… Just Generally Sucking. but now im oddly attached to the idea of em having a moustache? so. yeah. idk😭
feelin romantical an shi.. yeah i kiss my computer.. what r u gonna do about it
the doll with black hair and giant shoes on the left is like…. a lil Inuit baby… (thats what everyone else was calling em- also no name..)
got em from a drug store (you dont see stuff like this in stores very often so i got really excited upon seeing this and was so attached INSTANTLY. i was holding it like a newborn baby for the next hour after i got it istg)
big feet and a fat little head but they are my baby and so i love them :^)
THEN THERES PANCAKE!!! (simple bear on the left) i call him pancake because he is flat like pancake (real creative child i was.) been using he/him pronouns for him since the dawn of time idk child me was simple like that. turned my wall blue in the photo for some reason but- yk whatever.
HIS FACE IS IN THE WORKS OF BEING REPAIRED HAVE NO FEAR!!!
(he likes being flat dont ask how i know this)
they are like children to me but pancake is like. at best a good friend but still. child. idk. they are babies idk how to explain myself!! i canot describe anything in human terms of relationship!!
were all children of divorce here. (said like “welcome to bible study” vine)
PEPPER!!! (black and white cat on the right)
ive had her since litteraly forever. like 10 years on the dot now i believe. shes been glued to my side since then
my memories of the past are spotty and few but i still remember many days i spent with her. the day that i got her, a day that i lost her and the next she was found. days when our small trailer finally had gotten its own computer and i spent my days playing random DVDs and using our Super Extra Slow internet to look up how to clean her.
speaking of… she’s really over due for a bath…
but yeah!!! lament aside- this is Pepper! whats on the tag and nothing more. She/her.
shes basically my best and only friend and i doubt ive spent longer than a month away from her in all our time together. she means a lot to me
FINALLY… this darn shirt i have (hunk of fabric on the right thats hard to look at)
some how both too big and too small on me (probably the fault of the sleeves and the general length of it all- but i have cigarettes for arms and wear jackets all the time so it works out)
despite being no where near my typical style of clothes and many facets i Do Not Like, they are my favourite shirt who i both hate and love. this asshole (lovingly) beckons me to wear them every damn time theyr clean and in my closet and istg i will wear them nearly every time. it doesn’t matter what outfits ive planned for the week i just do.
my best friend. my enemy. my confidant. my partner in crime and also teetering on the verge of sensory nightmare but i like wearing them so Its Fine. i love them.
EXTRA PHOTOS
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there others i cannot write paragraphs about or cannot find at the moment (looking at you Colourful Scarf Tucked Away In Winter Storage. ill find you soon.)
ill post about them one day maybe..
thanks for sending this in :^)) i love getting asks hehehehh (says the man who has only gotten 4 asks in his many years on tumblr, two of which being scam and/or nsfw bots)
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Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?
OH OH OH OH OKAY
SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL
Lightning:
Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?
Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.
Confession booth:
Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.
Hold The Line:
I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.
The Only World You Know:
I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake
Take the seeds:
Fin.
Memory:
I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.
Its Like Dying:
I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.
I Am Ready To See You Again:
its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"
They Dont Even Have Dental:
This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.
when its done.
Francis Disturbed:
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.
HHHH OKAY SO.
this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:
Francis was a premature baby.
lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol
in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...
I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:
Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.
it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.
Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....
and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.
And I hate amazon.
A Different Shade OF Green:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD
HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE
ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT
FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED
ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and
oh my god.
you are going to cry at the ending.
Orangechild:
uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG
idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D
Coworker activites:
I just like john's work.
stop dicking around mann:
every kondraki ship has its bottle dick chapter.
intervention:
fin
eye for an eye:
Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."
taphestry:
I REALLY LIKE JOHNS WORK
it is a vacation:
I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3
in cod we trust:
I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.
apples and oranges:
I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.
Ketchup and Mustard:
I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.
Bear your tombstone:
The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.
Seventeen minutes:
i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.
Something New:
I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!
THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF
tales of a greyhound stranger:
THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.
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dyketower · 2 years
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@mytoesfelloff asked for my headcanons on maizulee (platonic or romantic) and i’m finally posting it now. the original ask disappeared when i saved it as a draft so im resorting to this. rip to that ask.
mai and azula were exchanging letters before the show starts but i dont think ty lee was writing to either of them bc ms thing ran away.
speaking of that. ty lee did not tell azula or mai beforehand what she planned to do and just disappeared leaving azula and mai letters apologising.
ty lee tested her chi-blocking on azula one time. azula said it would make her a better soldier if she could fight through the chi blocking. ty lee thought it was funny to see azula writhing on the floor unable to fight. mai was on the sidelines watching azula be an idiot. the memory is forever baked into her head.
mai and ty lee have been victimized by azulas dragon fun facts every day for hours on end since they were children. mai is endeared by it weirdly enough despite always telling azula to shut up or booing at repeat facts but ty lee is banging her head against the wall in private and pretending to be curious to know more to azulas face.
during their academy days mai and azule ate w ty lee and her sisters during lunch. rip ty lees sisters who are trying to have social lives.
mai and azula get dragged to parties by ty lee. it always goes badly. theyre destroying the house just like in canon.
mai and azulas classism towards ty lee. i talk more abt it on this post.
azula has a book club w mai and ty lee when theyre younger. mai and ty lee hate book club because azula was 9 years old recommending they read the art of war.
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queenburd · 9 months
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hmm i am also thinkin abt the curator line “they need each other” …. something something, can a narrator survive without his stanley? just like a human can’t survive without food/water.. quotes in the skip button ending:
“One single thing I need -…- is to know that someone else is taking it in.”
“When you press that button,… the emptiness folds itself outward in between the two of us, and I am suspended in its unyielding quietness. I can feel the edges of my reality curdling inward and decaying. I can tell that I am becoming less and less real.”
so in the same way.. i assume that all of those narrators banding together would provide some kind of support, but. they’re all so busy trying to be heard, they don’t actually listen to each other. it’s just a big game of giving water to the man starved of food. each others’ company is enough to sustain, but it won’t be for forever.
which is why they go after stan’s narrator; they’re not 100% certain what he’s been doing, but surely he’s hoarding all of these stanleys to himself, right? why would he not hold onto them? where is he hiding them?
but there are some narrators too, that read the room and say “what the hell. the only people here selfish enough to hoard stanleys are the ones suggesting this.” and they form their own coalition which isn’t an echo chamber. they all spent their parables making assumptions on themselves and on their stanleys. this was cruel, yes, and basically a death sentence, but they recognize the self-loathing faster than a counselor in the foster care system. and some of them are still in denial about how they treated their stanleys. but they all recognize that We Need To Hear This Guy Out.
and obviously there’s a lot of infighting from both groups. it’s a high-stress situation, who wouldn’t be stressed out by the end of their life suddenly being a thing that is real and also is approaching rapidly. and there are plenty that just give up and let themselves melt away out of guilt or hopelessness.
so the hate group finally gets this guy. and he gives 0 fucks about them. which is frustrating since they did their best to strip him of his power, but he’s been heard by so many stanleys and they haven’t, so they’re still substantially weaker than him.
the sensible group of narrators aren’t able to even get a look at him. and so they’re busy scheming, but less than the hate group. so when the stanleys come to save the narrator, they notice sooner and they make a break for it. “there’s a lot to discuss, but first we want to help save your narrator.” “there isn’t much time before the others notice.” “we’re trying to hide your presence as long as possible.” “do what you do best—tune them out when they want you to listen.” “yes and that punch was deserved. i deserved that.”
the stanleys are suspicious. who are these fuckers with feelings and what have you done to our original narrators lol???? but they’re willing to go with it. how else would they have escaped their parables without trusting an unexpected offer for help?
you said you didn’t have a lot of thoughts but luckily i did ❤️ i might write smth about this au or the original au. still deciding. but my drafts folder is still overflowing so i probably won’t start until there’s a little more stanley stuff fleshed out. ok it’s my bedtime
THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO SEE THIS. I HAVE LITTLE TO ADD TO THIS GEM other than I have genuinely begun to wonder if any of the narrators, having seen this fellow, who theyve been trying to BREAK, just refusing to be broken, begin to.... wonder.
because again, and again, he just keeps telling them "you didn't take care of him. he only had you and you only had him and YOU DIDNT TAKE CARE OF HIM." and he's relentless.
"I dont get to be with my Stanley either, but god, at least in the time I had him I appreciated him. Our story was supposed to be about him finding happiness, and you all forgot that."
I absolutely can see some of them, who werent the cruel ones but were more invested in their story and in their art, starting to wonder "....was he right? did I forget why this was so important? did I--"
YOU HAVE SOMETHING HERE.
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veenxys · 8 months
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hi i would just like to say i just bawled my FREAKING EYES OUT over “the 1” that you wrote
i hate you sm for doing that to me
i dont even like izuku that much
what is happening
pls keep up the good work ily
thank you omg i totally forgot about that fic but there’s a part 2 inspired by the song “sleep on the floor” by the lumineers and it’s been in my drafts for like forever but i’ll promise i’ll post!!!
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rotwrists · 1 year
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I'm not exactly knowledgeable/articulate about art so forgive how this sounds, but I'd like to say that it seems like you have a really nice grasp of character design and line economy... people in your art style seem concise to me; you seem to know exactly how many/which types of lines and shapes you need to use to depict a silhouette, which then allows you to add details that build characterization and/or purpose (ie a zigzag of body hair, sweat drops, wrinkles, a hair out of place from the rest on a character's head, etc.). These also make the depiction feel more human IMO, which is something I personally love to see + really aspire to learn to include in my own art.
Obviously your art style may only appear to be this way to me because you've only posted a few pieces on tumblr so far; your more rendered art and your non-character-focused art probably have their own charms.
Originally when I started typing this out I just wanted to compliment the way that you draw characters having piercings that aren't in their canon designs, but as I started writing it out, I realized that what I appreciate about your art is more than just that lol. Thank you for sharing it with the world
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OMG!
Okay i had this ask in my drafts forever, but uhm thank you so much. Ive been very discouraged with my art and etc etc and im glad you like my doodles ;_; i do love rendering too, ill post some finished stuff one day. been in a slump which affects motivation. anyways, thank you so much. Fuc k.!!! Ive beenbsuper deppressed n allat so i took 4ever to answer sorry! i just wanted to give this a proper post because this means so much 2 me! (Also, your second part of the ask im trying to draw stuff for LOL)
oh also most of all, ive always wanted to be a story artist !!!! i hage 1 im working on now to "i dont want to die" by the unicorns!
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ty for supporting me even tho im a little niche and new tumblr, i have so much more i plan to work on, but oh man ty. a lot of my design comes from how i learned to draw curly hair bc i hated my hair growing up + also adding piercings i have on characters i see myself in or putting piercings on characters that i would think suit them.
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i wanted to draw lesser dad comic continuation on my au about corrupt rouxls but I gave up. the rough script draft is under read more
Lancer magical stool forme
Rouxls facesplat on the floor
A headcanon that Lesser Fathere would rather break his own face than take advantage of his Biggere Son in any way whatsoever
Rouxls as Lady Gaga
(sorry, those above were rough ideas not related.)
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This world is cruel and nothing makes sense
That “forever” is nothing but fleeting set of lies. Its just a lie you feed those you fail to stand for. You said you loved him and will forever love him, but look at you now. In fact, you heard them say that the world is cruel and you worried that nothing would make sense. You worried nothing you would say or do holds any meaning. 
Nobody knows the truth.
Mayhaps, the truth really is that way.
Perhaps, you really did have your eyes opened. And you know that this world is cruel, and nothing has any meaning.
Then.. if nothing has any meaning..
then why not do what you wanted to do?
if these words hold no meaning, then
why not say them, if saying
 or not saying them
 would make no difference?
You feel that nothing holds any meaning. You have none but evil inside you.
And still those words you wanted to say to Him, still havent gone.
Keeping them inside, doesnt let them go away
You worried so much that you do not deserve to say them
that it would be hypocritic
But days passs by
and that wish wont go away.
Like a bug that keeps crawling around within your ribcage.
He is right there.
Things will never be the same as they used to be.
And you grieve how everything was ruined.
“I could have been a Father.” But even so, right now
You want to come forth.
And he doesnt seem to mind.
In fact, he loves you.
Why do you hesitate?
You worry you will change your mind? You will betray him? You worry about your ever-changing nature?
You worry you will corrupt him as well
But look at him now. He is happy and okay right now. He has friends
that will protect him.
And look at you, Right now. You want to say it. You want to do it. Right now.
“What are you staring at him like that for? Dont you wanna like? i dunno, say hi?” (Susie)
“I am... afraid.
-Young Prince.. is too kind. I am afraid, he loves me, even though I am not the one he should accepteth in his life. He is too sweet, it would lead to his heartache. 
“Afraid? Of hurting him? Listen here, man.. don’t think you’re the only one who feels this way. Even tho Im buddies with him and I constantly drag with around with me, even though we’re having lots of fun and geniunely believe in each other. There’s still that huge part of me that is scared that one day it will all be over. I am terrified of losing him. I still remember how I hurt him. I still remember how I used to be. And I never forget that I’m not really super good. But you know what? I look at this dude and think - woah, he sure is a cool fun guy, itd suck if i’d lose a single day I could spend with him to me sitting alone and thinking about how much hed hate me. And then I get up, and force myself to come up to him. Because i remember, how much it sucked being alone and stuck with myself, every day. And i remember, how much it sucked for him to be alone, and.. who knows, maybe If i’d leave him because i of my inner thoughts, I’d leave him all alone and hurt his feelings.
And, I’m like, not a psychic or a god to decide whats best for him. Idunno, if, like, I wanted him to be my friend but he ‘d chose to leave me for whatever the hell reason he made up, if he would be doing THAT to me, I’d be damn hurt.”
Usually, adults say this bullcrap to excuse them not wanting to deal with their kids, But you.. you actually DO care? What’s your problem, dude? no one freaking stops you. Especially, not HIM.
You feel really helpless and confused, and you worry you will not be able to handle this world’s trials. But maybe this is why you need to return to him? maybe.. you dont have to ALWAYS worry about him? Maybe he feels helpless and confused too, and this is why he needs you, because you understand how he feels.. and thats all that is needed?
Besides.. it’s not just you against the world. We are here too.
He has his mother now, his dad. Susie, Kris. He has friends now. You don’t have to be the exact same you as you were back then. everything is different, but maybe its for the best. 
You dont have to worry anymore.
“Oh hia, Lesser dad!! You hang out with Susie and Ralsei? Cool! Huh? Whats wrong?”
“Oh, your lesser dad just..has some things he needs to figure out.”
Wdym?
“A, he just..has a certain little beetle he wants to visit but he cant decide”
A beetle? Oh I know! You collect beetles I get whatchu talkin about! Lesser dad, you want some advice??
When i was little, my dad used to keep a cool plane model in our mansion. I always wanted to play with it, but I was very scared because I didnt know if i was allowed to touch it. So we kept it behind the glass. i would stand there and stare at it until my dad decided to throw it away. I never truly was sure if i could touch it or not but I felt really sad that I never got the chance to play with it, when it was right in front of me. I was afraid id break it, but in the end, my dad broke it anyway.
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nagdabbit · 2 months
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20 Questions for Writers
tagged by the ever lovely and incomparable @sybilius 💜
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
22
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
251,933
3. What fandoms do you write for?
aew/wrestling right now, stranger things in the fairly recent past, marvel in the far distant past but those fics have been lost to time and we're not gonna revisit them ever
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
all of my top five are st harringrove fics, which checks out
lamp-bright rind - celebrity chef billy, unable to cook lawyer steve, they're neighbors, there's mistaken identities, there's cooking lessons, there's healing, there's kittens named after varying kinds of pasta
lit up like a match - soulmate au with trans billy. the idea being, what name would appear on your soulmate if you were trans
keep me in your glow - a sequel/companion to lit up like a match
sugar, butter, flour - the first st fic i wrote, a tiny stranger than fiction-ish au, but without the author narration
to carry within us an orchard - a prequel to lamp-bright rind where billy and robin get extremely drunk and bond
5. Do you respond to comments?
i used to be really good about it, but about the time i was finishing lamp-bright rind, i had what i affectionately refer to as a "hit burnout so goddamn hard i lost my entire mind and will to take part in the ever-loving hell of online existence" and just like. stopped writing for a long while. and as i started getting back into writing, and actually logged in to ao3, the number of comments in my inbox genuinely frightened me and the imposter syndrome portion of burnout recovery hit like a freight train, and i still just can't figure out how to make myself hit reply. i cherish the ones that i do get tho. like, so nuch
this has been ✨🌟 therapy appointments are only so long we haven't made it to that part yet 🌟✨ with your friend daggs
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i don't think ive written anything with an angsty ending, now that i think about it. not posted, at the very least. the choked out series, if id ever got around to still caring about it enough to finish it, would have had an HELLA angsty ending (the draft after mox left wwe and popped up to attack elias)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
lamp-bright rind. just pure golden softness. the dewy soft, morning light, quiet of a kitchen with your beloved, while a ring box weighs down your pocket kind of happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not since the way back of the marvel fandom, when i could scarcely sting a sentence together
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i have, but not well and i generally stay away from writing it
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
never been posted, but there is a hobbs and shaw/13 rounds 3: lockdown wip that lives forever in my docs and will never be published
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that ive ever seen
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
no, but i think it would be fun!
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
oof. shit. eddie/mox (/renee). they compel me.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i feel like the bookshop will never get finished and i hate it. like, i know how it's supposed to end, so, just gotta get there
16. What are your writing strengths?
pfft i have no goddamn idea
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
too many words for too little meaning
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i don't think ive included other languages in what fics ive posted, so i haven't actually had to think about how id do it all that much recently. i dont speak a second language, despite my entire family being and speaking swedish, so i feel like i struggle with using other languages in my writing. like, i have no real or true context for how this conversation would go, so i feel like i fumble and use the wrong words or sentence structure
whatever language is being spoken, i like to actually see it in fics. like, i don't like to see it already translated and in english until I've reached the end of the fic. when im in it, i like to actually hear the language and use the context of the story to understand it. or if the narrator isn't the one speaking, have them translate it in character, however (un)reliable they might be. that's just a personal preference tho
19. First fandom you wrote for?
i was a bandom baby in the way back of middle school and that's as close as we're getting and we will speak no more of it
20. Favorite fic you've written?
probably come through callin'
it just. kinda happened very suddenly, at a time when i really needed it and it's just really, extremely important to me
tagging anyone and everyone reading this, if you can read it you have been tagged tell em daggs sent ya
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swimmingelectron · 2 months
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So chloenette is a rare ship i like but not in a usual way
It's not a forever ship defo, but like it teaches them life lessons and leaves them hurting and still good friends somehow
They leave a part of their heart with each other and let it grow that way.
Because we all know neither of the girls are free from flaws and they couldn't be. But also, they're unaware of the actual flaws
So here's hc part 1 instead of that mha one, which is in draft cz when have i ever written a short story
I'd like to start with a ladybug reveal. This bit is based on another fic where the first person lb reveals to is chloe.
The reveal goes like this: lb tries to correct qb nicely. As in she tells her. Sure some yelling is involved.
Lb's earings beep and she sees that chloe is FUMING so she tells her Not To Get Akumatised while she is off to recharge her kwami
Meanwhile, an akuma attacks chloe. But lb told her to be responsible. To be a hero. A role model.
Lb returns to the sight of chloe shattering the akuma masque thing. She is so shook that chlo has to remind her to purify the akuma. (Forgive me if the akuma is automatically purified upon shattering cz idr)
Lb didn't know it was possible to resist the akuma this way. There has been no precedent. Forgetting all the fretting she did with tikki while detransformed, she walks up to chloe. To look at her. Really look at her. Capable, independent, strong.
"Chloe. Look, i don't know why i gave you the miraculous. I saw it and of all the people i knew in the world, i picked you."
"You, who has bullied me for years. Yes. We know each other. You hate me. I have hated you all this while. And yet, i saw the bee miraculous, learned about its powers and immediately chose you."
"You are sharp, and you can disarm your victim with just stinging words. I have personally been a victim to you. I know exactly how capable you are, I've seen you play heroes with sabrina. I just didn't see you past your superiority complex."
"What I'm trying to say is... i am willing to give you another chance. Another chance at being a real hero. A good hero. But. On my terms this time."
"I want you to be a pistol in my trenchcoat pocket. Hidden away safely until i need to shoot a desperate shot when the enemy has let down their guard. I need you to stay out of the akuma's way. Which includes not being their target."
"So... you think i hate you?"
"What?"
"You think i hate you. Which is, in my very honest opinion, impossible."
"Chloe, if i reveal myself to you, you WILL hate me"
"There is no one i could hate if it was you."
"Awww, do you love me so?"
...
"Oh"
"There is no way i would hate you, ladybug"
"What if i was kim?"
"Still i wouldn't."
Sabrina?
Still.
Alix?
Nope
Max?
Still no
Marc?
Eh- doesn't matter
Juleka?
Dont care.
What about~~ Marinette?
Even better.
What?
Then your civillian personality would match your hero persona. Why, are you marinette?
NoPe. Adrien?
I have only been nice to dear adrikins.
Nathaniel?
You know the answer. although, i think i just got mine, too.
What? Nahhh, no way- psh me? Her? Nawww.
I didn't even say who, buginette.
Oh, marinette no no not at all, ha ha~ definitely not that klutz-
Marinette is the only one who uses that word to describe herself, you know.
Oh...
I'll be your secret weapon, bug. Thanks for giving me a chance. Now off you go, you've got Mm. Mendelieve's homework. Sabrina will do mine.
Chloe-
What? Oh, the homework? *rolls her eyes* I'll do it tomorrow onwards, okay?
Kay, bye!
"You didn't deny it, bug!"
Part 2
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