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direwombat · 2 years ago

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That anon again. Thank you for listening to my rambling. And if it matters any, Joseph gets plenty of chances to Suffer during my dep's canon. Because we're (plural because this is all from an RP verse my best friend and I have where she plays Joseph and a 'John fucker' GFH while I play my dep and John) bitches like that and can't let the Seed boys get away with being the worst without suffering for it. (1/?)

A major theme of Joe and Dep's relationship is 'be careful what you wish for' since he spends a good early portion of things wanting to change her to fit his whims (for her 'own good' of course), but oops, he gets attached to who she is but by the time he realizes it, his actions are already responsible for her having begun to change for the worse. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Joseph. Now suffer. And I'm rambling again, but I had another question to ask. Two actually.

First: how did you first get comfortable with sharing Syb with the rest of tumblr? I ask because part of me is tempted to do this with my Dep, but the other part of me is scared of being perceived and judged for my dep, my interpretations of characters, etc. Two: With Augustine becoming Faith, did Joseph specifically pull this to punish Syb? Because I'm getting big 'you took my family member, now I take yours' vibes. And it sounds about right and petty and fucked up enough for Joe. (3/3)

f;lakdjfaldfkj that's TOTALLY FAIR i sure as hell don't let jacob off easy either fal;dfjkadf

and OOF well...to answer question 1: i've been shouting about my ocs into the void of the internet for the past several years (got started in the dragon age fandom, moved to the general dnd fandom, and ended up here) having friends already on tumblr/in the fandom space to share ideas and bounce off of certainly helps. it's for sure scary!, but tbh? the more you talk about them the more curious people will get. at least that's been my experience. and then of course, engaging with other people who have their own ocs, rb-ing their art/fic/sending asks for ask games and prompt lists are a great way to kind of find your place in the fandom/community and make friends! And to address your fear of being judged for your dep/interpretations of characters, i'll just say this: fandom would be boring if everyone had the exact same interpretation of the characters and it's ok to disagree with an interpretation as long as you're not a dick about it, yk? And, just like people irl, everyone's deputy is different and adds to the fandom!

my advice: do whatever you feel most comfortable doing. make your characters in picrews and do those uquizes! I normally open tag, so if you see one from me that you like! tag me! this includes wip wednesdays/whenevers too if you ever feel brave enough to share any writing you have! BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, you are your oc's number one fan! if (god forbid, and i've never seen this happen personally) someone doesn't like them and has the gall, the sheer audacity to say that to your face? block them. have fun with your oc is what i'm getting at. they're your little barbie/bratz/whatever doll that inspires the most nostalgia for you. we're all just playing little games, telling little stories and dressing up our personal blorbos however we want. :)

as for question 2:

ahh.. poor sweet Augustine. So, Augustine is a park ranger who was on duty at the Whitetails Ranger Station the night of the Reaping and was injured in a pretty nasty fall. One of his coworkers (another oc, Shaw) is one of Jacob's Chosen (who spent a lot of time undercover as a civilian), and after hearing that the Deputy escaped, he essentially lets Jacob know that they have a piece of leverage against her. He's sent to Joseph to heal, where he's very subtley and slowly indoctrinated into the cult. He keeps Augustine hidden from Syb and he also keeps it secret that Syb is the one causing misery to the Cult/newfound family Augustine has found himself welcomed into (as much as he and syb love each other, they're not perfect and uh...there are some abandonment issues there). anyway, i'm still kind of ironing out the details of it all, but essentially, after john and faith are neutralized (john dead and faith/rachel safe and getting clean) jacob and joseph are like, "alright, time to use our secret weapon." Syb knows they have Augustine at this point, but she's under the impression that he's a prisoner, not a member of the cult.

So they meet up on neutral ground (i'm thinking tanami island) only instead of a loving and wholesome reunion, Syb finds out that her brother drank the kool-aid and Augustine finds out that his sister is the one causing the "unnecessary" violence plaguing the Project (which also, Joseph is very careful to shield Augustine from the actual violence, and paints the Project as a much more peaceful organization than it actually is). Anyway, cult tactics win over in Augustine's head and he turns against Syb, and given the power vacuum in the Henbane and his *ahem* closeness to Joseph, he's offered the mantle of Herald/Brother Faith. And. Yeah. It's definitely a method to punish/break Syb, and it's also a way to reward Augustine for his loyalty. Even she wouldn't kill or arrest her own brother. That reunion with her brother is the beginning of Syb's breaking point, and everything after that is just her slipping into misery, helplessness, and despair. everything about this is exploitative as hell :)

#faldjkfadf i'm sorry this got so long. again i hope i answered your questions #i've been in fandom (both actively and lurking) since 2011 and i have very few fucks to give #which makes sharing 'cringe' things like ocs and x reader fics SIGNIFICANTLY easier #but i also understand that's not an easy thing for everyone #but genuinely: fuck what other people think and have fun

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saturn-sends-hugs · 10 months ago

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Thanks for the tag, Ace!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

... 3... WAIT NO 4 omg ok it's 4. listen I'm a super slow writer and every sentence has to be dragged kicking and screaming out of the recesses of my brain. (the amount of started wips/ideas I have is an entirely different thing, though)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

52,268. Again, don't write much.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (TBB, TCW, and Rebels), Hermitcraft, and the Life Series! (although I'm taking a break from SW rn)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

HA top 5, anyway here's all four ranked: (pretty sure I can guess at this lol)

oh! I was wrong actually, first is

1. On the Reg

2. Slow Down

3. Hope is a lie

4. Arc Business

always surprised that people read On the Reg lol

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

YES!!! They're pretty much the main source of motivation for me to continue fics lol, and I love hearing people's thoughts! I know every time I leave a comment and get a response from the author, it always makes me smile too :)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm well that's tricky, neither of said "angstiest endings" are written yet and the finished fics don't have angsty endings like at all. So I'd say either Slow Down (muahahahaha no spoilers), or surprisingly Arc Business, which is meant to end in a rush to save Echo's life. (Which now that I explain that, it isn't as descriptive as I thought it would be considering how most of my fics go. Huh.)

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

On the Reg!! They all cuddle and take a nap, it's great. And that's probably gonna be the happiest ending I ever write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? I just don't really write ships or anything that clashes with canon or whatever, so it's all pretty tame and people are usually nice :)

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

nO. Absolutely not, nothing whatsoever against anyone that does, but I'm aroace and couldn't if I tried. The most I'll do is make the silly guys kiss, but even then, I'm autistic and will be gritting my teeth through the whole thing (it's for the STORY like it's so much better if they kiss but i don't know how to wRITE THAT)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope :/

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No thank goodness (and I'm not sure why anyone would)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

if by "all-time favorite ship" you mean "the only ship you would write for" then I'd say Solidaritek (not rpf ofc), but I'll read things like Codywan, Scarian or OC stuff for sure :)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh. oh girl. listen... i have it all mapped out and it's just a matter of motivation, but... Slow Down is so far back on the back burner that I don't know if she's ever getting finished. I'm kinda just waiting for season 3 to come out and drag me into bad batch brainrot again, but until then, I'm taking a break from it. (really, Arc Business is the one I have no intention of really finishing lol)

16. What are your writing strengths?

um. dialogue? I think once I get someone's voice down, I can write pretty convincing banter without it being too far out of character? ofc, that's just in my opinion :D

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

procrastination. motivation, distractions, losing focus, etc etc, basically it takes me eons to write anything and nothing ever gets finished :/

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's a fake/dead language like Mando'a or old Latin, then sure! If it's real, absolutely not, I'm not bilingual and would make a fool of myself if I tried (anyone who can translate/write in another language is an absolute god)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star wars :) On the Reg was literally the first piece of fanfic I ever wrote (yes I'm that new to this lol)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Oh it's gotta be Slow Down, I'm super proud of that one and I like where the story is going so yeah! I feel like I made a lot of progress from my earlier works to there, and I think it shows :)

woooo this one was fun! no pressure tags: @floundrickthewayfarer and @inkstainedhandswithrings

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23 public but I’ve archived 26 so total of 49!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

344,609

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars! Specifically the clone wars and bad batch eras

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I Bleed the Same (M)

Evenly Trimmed (E)

Phonetic Convergence (T)

Two Years to the Day (T)

Getting Some in the Gunship (E)

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

Yes! I love gushing with people who are excited about the same things that I am. Also to give my thanks for taking the time to read my works.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess the only one that followed canon where Wolffe makes it to where Rex and Ahsoka can’t have contact

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

All of them except the above mentioned

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I’m aware of! I do have a secret hater from afar though hehe

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

I do!! And I’m not sure lol. The nothing-is-left-to-the-imagination kind? Copious use of the words cock and cunt? What do you want me to say?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also not that I’m aware of! ALSO ALSO! I just want to take this opportunity to say that fics that share ideas or tropes don’t count as plagiarism. Unless it’s a word for word verbatim copy, please touch grass.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

Yes! It was such a good experience and I highly recommend!!

Sheevy SithDonald’s (E)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rexsoka!! 💙🧡

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of the other longfic ideas I have lmao

16. What are your writing strengths?

I guess writing the thoughts of all characters present? Third person omniscient I believe

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing action scenes. Actually, anything that’s not romance or smut, I’m staring into the void of the google doc

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

In a fictional language? Sparse use of Mando’a can be fun! I’ve not yet attempted an irl language other than English

19. First fandom you wrote for?

…One Direction… please don’t look at me I do not wish to be perceived

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Evenly Trimmed (E)

Thank you @sleepingbeauty21 for tagging me! This one was really fun!!

No pressure tags @whyamismall / @maxrebofeetpics / @melting-houses-of-gold / @taylorswiftscar / @lamaenthel and whoever else wants to!

#tag game #also ACE OMG THAT HUNTER IS A TIRED DAD CONCEPT SOUNDS SO GOOD????#and ofc it's the one you're struggling to write so i can never actually read it 😭😭#i feel your pain those wips can be so mean sometimes

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“The Marauders Speak” || YEAR 3 – Ch.29 (HP au)

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Day posted: 10/27/2020

Word count: 3, 561

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

Hey! Sorry this is a whole week late but I am back! Thanks for being so patient :D

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“Wait!” Harry stopped just below the incline up to the witch’s statue and stuffed the cloak in a little crevice. “Just in case we get caught.”

They were sweating and red and panting from the long run. Heather couldn’t protest, knowing if they got caught, the statue would be sealed and the cloak would be unreachable from the castle, all she could do was nod her head and huff a breathy “Ok”.

Heather started climbing up with Harry right behind her. She stopped at the statue, gripping the walls of the tunnel, and wished she knew what the situation was on the other side. Were Draco and Professor Snape waiting for them on the other side, arms crossed and fuming? Technically, only Harry was spotted. She could hide in the tunnel until after he got caught… She sighed and tapped her wand on the smooth stone and listened to the soft scrapes of the stone sliding out of place.

She stepped out into the hall and looked around. No one nearby. No one had spotted them. She stepped aside and helped Harry out. They closed the witch’s hump and wiped their faces with their sleeves, making them damp.

“They must be searching for us if Draco’s made it already.” She pulled Harry’s collar and wiped a bit of dirt off his cheek. “We should split up so – ”

Harry’s eyes moved from hers and focused on something in the distance. She swallowed and turned, watching as Professor Snape walked swiftly towards them, robes billowing back, cutting through the air with every long stride he took. It was like watching the grim reaper stalking towards them down the dim hall, the warm tones of the torch flames doing nothing to counter the harsh coldness emitting off him. She’d never felt more like a dear, watching dumbly as he stopped in front of them with a deep scowl set in his face as his eyes danced over each of them.

“So.” Professor Snape’s scowl lifted into a relaxed look of triumph, seeing as his effort to catch them turned out to be no effort at all. “Potters. My office.” He turned on his heels and led the way down the hall.

Heather and Harry looked at each other, wishing they had whatever twin telepathy Fred and George had so they could get their stories straight. As they walked, Harry motioned at their hands covered in mud and started wiping them clean. Heather did the same as she thought. Technically they could just say they were playing tag or something, and that was why they seemed so sweaty and out of breath… Do wizard children play tag? She and Harry certainly didn’t but maybe it’d still be believable if she said it.

They walked down the dungeon stairs and turned a corner into Professor Snape’s office. She had already grown comfortable to the threatening atmosphere of the room, having been inside only a thousand times asking countless questions – half of which were always answered with ‘Leave my office and ask again next year’ – but by Harry’s face she knew how intimidating it really felt to be in here.

The fireplace was half lit, casting everything in a dim green light, accentuating the sliminess of things stuffed in jars and mounted above his desk. She could never tell if the room was round or square or if there were any doors inside the room; there was never enough light to tell. The only well-lit area was his desk with the dozens of candles floating around and set on books and inside jars or stuffed in the necks of old and empty tall glass bottles.

They walked up to the only chairs centered in the room and looked at him as he stood in front of his desk with a small smile.

“Sit,�� he ordered them.

They sat, waiting for him to take his own seat behind his desk but he remained standing, towering over them a few feet away.

“I’ve just heard the strangest story,” he began, speaking casually as if they were long-time friends. “Mr. Malfoy has just told me of his strange experience by the Shrieking Shack.”

Heather swallowed.

“See, he had run into Weasley – apparently alone – and was standing talking to him – ”

Heather looked over at Harry, watching as his lips moved to say something, probably wanting to say Draco had been teasing Ron about his family, but he remained silent.

“When a large amount of mud hit the back of his head.” Professor Snape paused for a few seconds. “How do you think that could have happened?”

Heather kept her mouth shut and glanced at Harry who looked very surprised.

“I don’t know, Professor.” Harry looked very innocently back at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape’s calm demeanor slowly drained as his eyes bore into Harry. “Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition… Can you imagine what it might have been?” His eyes turned to Heather’s.

Heather shook her head. “No.”

“It was a floating head,” he said sharply. “Your head. Mr. Potter.”

Heather and Harry stayed silent for a long while. An uncomfortable long while. Professor Snape seemed to be waiting for them to give up, give in, he had them cornered and there was no escaping Draco’s very factual story.

Heather took a breath and before she could speak, Harry’s words cut the silence.

“He ought to go see Madam Pomfrey, if he’s seeing things like – ”

Professor Snape leaned in. “What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade?” he asked softly. “Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade – No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade. So how had your head made it there?”

“Professor – ” Heather started, ready to plead guilty and beg for anything but expulsion.

“We know all that,” Harry cut in quickly. “It seems like Malfoy’s having hallucin – ”

“Malfoy is not having hallucinations!” Professor Snape snarled. He bent down and placed a hand on each arm of Harry’s chair so that his face was a foot away from Harry’s. “If your head was in Hogsmeade… then so was the rest of you.”

She knew they had been defeated and caught. There was no way they were getting out of this one. He knew Harry had been there and if they kept up their ignorance then the punishment would only get worse. “Prof – ”

“I was in Gryffindor Tower,” Harry interrupted her again. “You told us to go to our common rooms and – ”

“Can anyone confirm?” Professor Snape slowly turned to her as well, triumph back on his face. “And you? Can anyone confirm you were in the common room or even inside the castle while Mr. Potter’s head was floating about Hogsmeade?”

“No,” she sighed.

Professor Snape straightened and his thin lips curled into a smile. “So. Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep the famous Potters safe from Sirius Black. A murderer who has been spotted in the area and has already attempted an attack on one of you… Except the famous Potters follow no laws or rules. They let the ordinary people worry about their safety. Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants, with no regard for consequences – And of course where would he be without his most devoted follower.”

Heather’s face went red and she looked away. She felt the bag of ingredients under her sweater and counted the bottles, trying to calm down. He was trying to provoke them, make them admit their guilt. She had wanted to give in already, but now her anger melted her lips shut and her throat closed.

“You’ve no proof.” Harry sat up again in his chair. “Just because Malfoy Hallucinates my head in Hogsmeade doesn’t mean I was in – ”

Professor Snape looked down at him. “How extraordinarily like your father.”

Heather and Harry looked up at him suddenly, blinking with true surprise.

His eyes glinted at their intense attention on him. “Your father was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us. As you do, Potter.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. Heather’s stomach felt like stone, heavy and cold.

“He too strutted ‘round the place with his friends and admirers at his heels – The resemblance between you is uncanny.”

Harry’s resemblance to their father had always been mentioned with praise, but Heather could see a deep hurt setting in. Harry was no longer looking innocently astounded that such a tale could have been spun about him from Malfoy. His eyebrows were pulled in and the distant green flames of the office danced on his eyes.

“Our dad didn’t strut. And neither do I.”

Professor Snape looked at them and shook his head slightly. “Your father didn’t set much store by rules either.” His words dripped from his mouth like venom.

Heather glared at him. If there was anything she hated more than hearing good things about her parents… it was hearing awful things about them. The rocks in her stomach had disappeared, replaced by a deep and hungry pit that fed on her anger. She was mad there was no one here to defend her father. Mad that she felt the responsibility was on her. According to the world, their father had been amazing, and funny, and talented, and loved… and here Snape was painting a very opposite picture. One she hated thinking about more. It gave her father flaws, something that made him feel infinitely more real and alive than anything good he’d been before. He was feeling real… too real.

Snape’s thin face was full of malice and spite. “Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup winners. His head was so swollen – ”

“SHUT UP!”

Harry was on his feet, hands clenched, mouth open – except the words had not come from him.

Snape’s dark eyes were glaring at Heather dangerously. His teeth were bared as his upper lip curled up in a snarl. “What did you say? Potter?”

Harry was still staring at her in disbelief and she stood with him. Tears were streaming down her face and she could feel her hands shaking. “I said shut up about our father.”

Harry turned back to Snape. “You’ve no right to say what you’re saying. We know the truth – Dumbledore told us. You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for our dad!”

Snape had gone the palest Heather had ever seen him.

He stared at them rigidly and slowly his black eyes focused and the small bit of color returned to his skin. He let out a harsh and shaky breath. “And,” he whispered, “did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life? Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for the Potters’ sensitive ears?”

The room was silent, except for the quiet crackle of the logs in the fireplace, and the occasional drip of candle wax onto books.

“No,” Heather whispered.

He took a step and stood directly in front of both of them. “Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Your father selflessly coming to my rescue? Let me correct you – your saintly father and his dear friends played a highly amusing joke on me. One that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t finally come to his senses at the last possible moment. There’s nothing brave in him saving his own skin. Had their joke succeeded, him and his friends would have gotten expelled… and worse.”

Heather’s forehead hurt from frowning. She relaxed her face and wiped her tears away with the palms of her hand. She stared at her tears and sniffed. She was done with Snape’s cruel tactics and whatever he gained from ruining the memory of their father. She could no longer feel her stomach, or the anger that had been boiling in her veins. She didn’t feel sad. She felt empty. And all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep and forget she ever heard anything about their parents.

She sniffed and turned, taking a few steps towards the door.

“I haven’t dismissed you, Potter.”

Heather stopped walking.

“Both of you, turn out your pockets,” Snape spat suddenly.

Heather walked back and turned out her skirt pockets, showing the empty white cloth and a small bag of coins that she placed on his desk. Harry swallowed and placed his Zonko’s bag of tricks and the Marauder’s map next to Heather’s coin bag.

Snape picked up the Zonko’s bag.

“Ron gave those to me last time he went to Hogsmeade.”

“Indeed? How sentimental of you to be carrying them ever since.” He picked up the bag of coins and shook them. “And what would you be needing money for?”

“They were just left in my skirt from – ”

“The last time you were in Hogsmeade?” Snape picked up the map.

Heather glanced at Harry who looked confidently relaxed.

“And what is this?”

Harry shrugged. “Just a spare bit of parchment. For essays. You’ve assigned a lot.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed and stayed on Harry as he spoke. “This parchment is too old to hold much ink… Why don’t I give you newer parchment… and throw this one away for you?” His hand moved towards the green fire.

“Don’t!” Harry blurted out.

A twisted grin appeared on Snape’s face. “So. Are you going to tell me this is another treasured gift from Mr. Weasley? And not some sort of letter… or instructions written in invisible ink? With directions on how to get into Hogsmeade without passing the dementors?”

Heather swallowed. “There’s no way to not pass the dementors. And Professor Dumbledore has secured the whole castle so how could there be instructions for that?”

Snape’s eyes gleamed. “Why don’t we find out?” He spread out the map and took out his wand. “Let me see… Reveal your secret!” He tapped the map but it remained blank. “Show yourself!” He tapped again but nothing changed.

Heather was starting to feel less and less numb as dread took over. This was the proof he needed to prove they had been in Hogsmeade. She hoped endlessly that the Marauders had thought of teachers trying to reveal their map. Just because Mr. Filch hadn’t been able to did not mean Snape couldn’t, or wouldn’t make it his mission to find out the secrets to Harry’s ‘treasured’ old bit of parchment.

“Professor Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield information you conceal!” Snape hit the center of the map with his wand.

Harry snickered but his amusement turned to horror as words appeared on the surface of the map, letter by letter.

‘Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.’

Heather stared at the words in alarm. The terror continued as more words appeared, one mark at a time.

‘Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.’

The words just kept appearing.

‘Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.’

Heather’s knees buckled and she sat back down on her chair. Harry covered his eyes with his hands as the map wrote out more.

‘Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.’

Snape was frozen in place, staring at the words. Heather imagined this would all be very hilarious in the far future, if Harry and her could manage to walk out of his office alive.

“So…” Snape said softly. He strode to his fire and grabbed a fistful of powder from a jar on the fireplace and threw it into the fire. The powder glittered in the air and popped as it reached the flames, turning them a lighter green. “Lupin! A word!” Snape yelled at the wild flames.

Harry sat in his chair and both Heather and him stared as a shape appeared in the fire. Moments later Professor Lupin was stepping out of the fireplace, brushing ash from his mustache.

“You wanted a word, Severus?”

Snape’s face was contorted with fury as he stepped back to his desk and pointed at the map. “I have just had the Potters empty their pockets and he was carrying THIS.”

The words were still shinning as if freshly inked. Professor Lupin glanced down and nodded.

“Well?” Snape waited.

Professor Lupin looked like he was reading over the map but he was taking far longer than necessary.

“Well.” Snape repeated. “This is evidently full of Dark Magic. Which is your area of expertise, is it not? Lupin? Where do you imagine he got such a thing?”

Professor Lupin gave a controlled chuckle. “You really think this is full of Dark Magic? It looks as if it is merely an old bit of parchment charmed to insult anyone who reads it. Does that really seem dangerous, Severus? Seems childish to me. I would guess Harry’s gotten it from a joke shop. Perhapse Zonko’s – ”

“A joke shop? You believe he has gotten this from a joke shop and not from the manufacturers themselves?” Snape’s jaw went rigid with anger as Professor Lupin smiled amusedly.

Heather didn’t know what was going on or what Snape was talking about, as apparently neither did Professor Lupin.

“Harry, Heather, do any of you know these… ‘Wormtails’ or whoever these men are?”

Heather and Harry shook their heads.

“Now you see, Severus. This must clearly be from Zonko’s.” Professor Lupin leaned on Snape’s desk and waited for him to say anything else.

There was a loud THUMP and the office door swung open. Several jars shook and clinked from the commotion and Ron came running in, out of breath. Ron Stopped next to Professor Lupin and huffed.

“I – gave – Harry – and Heather – that stuff.” Ron took another deep breath. “Bought it… In Zonko’s – ages ago…”

Heather felt the sudden need to laugh and held it in. Harry did his best not to look at Ron too cheerfully and they both held in their astonished faces, making sure to look utterly unamused, as if the world’s dullest mystery was finally solved.

“Well,” Professor Lupin clapped his hand to Ron’s back. “Thank’s so much for clearing this whole mess up, Mr. Weasley. Now let’s get out of Professor Snape’s hair, shall we?” He took the map and folded it into his robes, “Severus, you won’t be needing that will you?” He turned and faced the three of them. “Harry, Heather, Ron. A word about the vampire essays I’ve assigned to you – Good rest of your day, Severus – ”

Heather and Harry stood and were herded out of Snape’s office without a glance back. They walked out of the dungeon and remained silent until they made it to the entrance hall. Harry stopped and turned to Professor Lupin, who paused before turning to him as well.

“Professor, I’m – ”

Professor Lupin held up his hand. “No explanations.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “I know that Mr. Filch had confiscated this many years ago. I know what it really is. I’ve no idea how you have ended up with it but I am truly shocked that you never turned it in. Especially after the last time a student left information lying around the castle… I won’t be handing this back to either of you.”

Heather nodded. “Did… you or Snape know Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, or Prongs?”

Professor Lupin sighed. “They were well known… somewhat. Now, I won’t be covering for any of you next time. You two may not take Sirius Black seriously, but I would have thought you two understood the sacrifices your parents made to keep you both safe… Sneaking off and putting yourselves in danger are poor ways to repay them.” He looked away from them and walked up the stairs.

Ron, Harry, and Heather stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs. Heather was less so hurt by his words than by the fact her new favorite teacher likely thought they were childish and selfish and reckless with their lives.

“I’m sorry. I kept trying to convince you to two to go to Hogsmeade. It’s my fault.” Ron crossed his arms over his chest and kicked at the dirt.

Heather put her hand on his arm. “It’s not your fault… or not JUST your fault. I knew we shouldn’t have gone but I had things to buy.”

“And I went knowing I shouldn’t’ve. We don’t blame you at all.” Harry started up the stairs.

They followed him up, all deciding to skip dinner, and walked up to Gryffindor Tower in silence. Heather was about to say goodbye to them when she noticed Hermione walking down the stairs towards them holding a letter.

Ron frowned at her. “Come to gloat? Don’t bother telling on us, we’ve already been told off by Snape and Lupin.”

Hermione ignored him and looked at Harry and Heather. “I thought you’d like to know… Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed.” She held up the tear stained letter and walked back up to the portrait hole, stepping inside.

The three of them stared at the letter, recognizing the giant tears of Hagrid.

“We should have helped more,” Ron whispered.

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Rose (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to slight fluff

Summary: Bakugou has a crush on you and uses Kirishima’s party as the perfect time to confess. He’s practiced so many times, but things don’t go according to plan.

Inspo: “Forever Now” by Ne-yo and this TikTok

Word count: 2,241

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: I think y’all have been too spoiled with all the fluff I’m putting out, it’s time you start crying and screaming.

Also I tried something new with this. I put it in Bakugou’s POV, so for the first time in all my posts, I’ve actually had to use (y/n). It feels so weird! In all my past writing I use OCs, but this fandom loves (y/n) so much.

I think it’s pretty canon that Explosion boy has a secret inferiority complex, so I tried to channel that here too (aka slight cursing warning? But it’s baku, it’s implied) Enjoy!

Alright, dumbass, you're doing this tonight whether you're ready or not.

My reflection stares back at me in the mirror as I ruffle my hair for the who-knows-how-many time in the past hour. I need to put in the extra effort to look particularly handsome tonight. Instead of going in jeans and a shirt like I always do, I chose a white button down, black jeans, a black belt and all black sneakers. I triple checked my breath and sprayed myself with deodorant twice for good measure. Nothing can ruin this, nothing should ruin this.

I hope.

"No, idiot!" I point at my reflection. "You gotta believe you got this! She's gonna be blown away by how hot you look and how suave you are!" I take deep breath and adjust the collar of my shirt. "You're the man. Why wouldn't she like you? You're a catch." I pause, realizing what I'm doing. "Fucking moron!" I growl, convincing myself I'm not crazy for talking to myself.

I grab my bomber jacket hanging from my doorknob, a rose already tucked in the inside pocket. I'm confessing my feelings for her today, it's now or never.

Ever since Kirishima dared us to kiss a few weeks ago at lunch as part of a game, I can't get her out of my head. Her lips just mold so perfectly against mine. I would've kept going if she hadn't pulled away and we had to play it cool afterwards. Even before that, I guess I had feelings for her. A girl that can be affectionate, can hold her own in a fight, and can put me in my place with a sharp tongue; that's the kind of girl she is. With such a great personality, she could have anyone she wants, I just hope she chooses me too.

I shake my head, dispersing those thoughts. I have to believe she's interested in me too. We have good chemistry, even Kirishima agrees that we would be explosive together. I can feel her sometimes get nervous around me, light up a little brighter when she sees me.

Soon enough, I find myself outside Kirishima's place, the faint sound of bass bumping leaking from behind the door. I take a deep breath and let myself in, the background music hitting me first and the smell of sweat second. Everyone's gathered into their separate groups at different corners of the room. (Y/n)'s with Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari near the snack table, so I slip over.

"Woooow Bakugou! You cleaned up nicely!" Ashido squeals as I approach them.

As all of their eyes turn to me, I tug at my shirt collar again. "Yeah, yeah, shut up about it. I just didn't wanna look like a bum."

"You look great, dude," Kirishima shoots me an 'ok' gesture.

"Brooo, if I were a chick, I'd bang you," Kaminari slurs, leaning into me.

"Hands off, dude," I push him away from me. "What's up with him? Did Jirou taze him again or something?"

"He's had a few too many drinks," Mina shakes her head at him.

(Y/n) snorts, taking a sip from her plastic cup, "I smell gay panic."

"I'm not gay!" I scream a little too defensively.

"There's no need to hide it, Bakugou, we'd still support you," she continues with her teasing, looking me dead in the eyes with her suave glance.

For a moment, I'm tongue-tied and my heart skips a beat. I cough to cover it up. "Good to know, but sadly for Kirishima, I'm not into guys."

"Hey!" the redhead pouts and Ashido pats his shoulder comfortingly.

We continue talking about whatever. I don't miss the few times (y/n) sneaks a glance at me. Maybe it inflates my ego, but I'm relieved she noticed, especially since I dressed up for her. It's a good sign, maybe things will go well later.

The only annoyance is the way Kaminari's messy behavior, throwing himself all around and slurring. It clearly puts off everyone, (y/n) included. The good part is that he's making a fool of himself and (y/n) scoots over closer to me to avoid him.

"Is that dumbass getting on your nerves? I'll destroy him for you," I whisper to her.

"No, it's fine, he's just having a good time," she responds, scooting a little closer to me until our arms touch. She bites her lip before adding, "You look really handsome today. Did you finally look through your closet for once?"

I shove her with my shoulder. "I have someone I wanted to impress."

She quirks an eyebrow and smirks at me. "So you are gay for Kirishima?"

It's so hard for me to be angry at her when she looks at me like that. It doesn't help that she looks amazing too. Her leather pants hug her curves and her velvet black crop top exposes just enough stomach. "How can I be gay when you're standing right here?"

Her body shifts towards me. "I guess I should take that as a compliment?"

"What do you think?" I lean in closer to her. The flowery scent of her perfume fills my nose and it takes everything I have to not kiss her right there.

She glances down at my lips for a moment, biting her own. "I think I wanna dance." Finishing whatever's left in her cup, she grabs my arm and brings me to the middle of the room where I hadn't even realized everyone else in our group was dancing. Jirou had stolen Kaminari away to dance with his drunk ass and Kirishima's with Ashido.

I start stepping to the music with (y/n). I'll admit I'm not the best at this, I don't even know what to do with my hands. Can I put them on her waist? On her hips? Is she cool with me touching her at all? She senses my hesitation and places me hands just above her hips where the exposed skin is. Surprisingly, it's warm despite being out in the open.

"What's got you so tense?" she smirks at me as she sways her hips to the music.

I smirk back at her. "Just wanted to make sure you can handle me touching you."

As we continue moving to the music, her arms wrap around my neck, bringing us closer together and my heart pounds. "You look beautiful," I half-yell in her ear over the noise.

"Thanks." She pauses before adding, "I was joking about the Kirishima thing."

I lower my hands to her hips, making sure not to touch anywhere else by accident. "I know. He's not the one I'm trying to impress."

I watch as she bites her lip and looks down at mine. Her body almost instinctively leans into me, letting me feel her. My head spins out of control. Now, idiot! Now's the time to do it. My throat feels dry, the words I've rehearsed countless times failing to come out.

The thought of rejection enters my mind and I freeze up. I'm not ready, I can't do this. "I'll be back, I'm getting a drink." I unwrap my arms from around her warmth. She blinks, seemingly dazed, and I escape, trying not to reveal how nervous I am.

I lean over the table, suddenly nauseous and cold all over. Idiot! You just blew your chance! That was the perfect time! I stuff pretzels in my mouth, cursing myself as I try to relieve my anger by crunching something.

"Whoa, are you good, dude?" Kirishima approaches me, an eyebrow quirked. "I thought you and (y/n) were getting it on dancing well?"

I growl, "I chickened out, I couldn't do it."

My best friend crosses his arms. "Come on, dude, grow a pair and just say it. Like ripping a bandage off." His face lights up. "I know. You just need some liquid courage." He pours me a shot of whatever these idiots managed to smuggle in here into a smaller plastic cup. "Down the hatch! I'll link back up with you in a sec. Good luck!" He pats my head and flashes a shark-toothed grin before heading somewhere else.

I don't even bother looking inside it before gulping the whole thing down in one shot, the liquid leaving a burning trail as it slides down my throat. Scrunching my eyes and shaking the pain away, I let out a whoop of confidence and take the rose from my jacket. I take a deep to calm my nerves again. "Let's do this," I chant, turning around.

And I wish I hadn't.

Kaminari's lips are against her's. And she's not pushing him away.

My entire body grows cold, everything in slow motion and muted as I watch them. I drop the stupid rose and run outside, slamming the door behind me. My breaths heave in my chest as I try to control my emotions. White hot fury, regret, and misery mix in my veins and my head becomes too heavy to bear. I feel like punching something and crying at the same time. I don't know who I'm more angry at. Kaminari for being a drunken asshole? Me for chickening out and ruining a perfect confession? (Y/n) for kissing him and leading me on this entire time?

I lean against the wall, clutching for something to hold onto as the world spins under my emotions. The thing that grounds me is the sound of the door opening.

"Bakugou?" her voice follows against the music. "Kiri said you ran out-"

My instincts act before I can stop myself, fueled by rage. I push her up against the wall with a thump. "What the fuck was that?" I growl from low in my throat. She freezes, knowing she was caught. "Why were you kissing that idiot? And why didn't you push him away?"

Her broken face betrays no words, she barely even wants to look at me, frustrating me eve more.

"Damnit!" I roar, slamming my hand into the wall next to her head, making her flinch. "I know you like me. Either that or you're leading me on for your own entertainment. Tell me the truth or I'm walking away."

(Y/n) finally lifts her head and stares into my eyes. She looks almost as emotional as I do. "Denki and me... We were together before!" She screws her eyes closed. "Things we just not working out, and when we broke up, I thought we were fine. We were both cool with it. But he was a drunken mess and he was crying about how much he missed me out of nowhere and I was just overwhelmed, okay!" She's shaking now, but manages to open her eyes and shoot me a malicious glare. "And how can you be angry?! I thought we were having a great time dancing and getting closer to each other and then you pull away! What was I supposed to think? I took that as a rejection!"

I groan out and scream, "I fucked up, I know!" My hand collides with the wall again, lolling my head onto her shoulder, breathing in her scent again. A mix of her and my anger makes me snap my head back up and grab her shoulders. "I... (Y/n)." My words won't come out, and I growl again. "I fucking like you! That's what I should've said and all this would've been avoided! I should've fucking kissed you when I had the chance!"

With that, I angrily smash my lips to her's. She tastes slightly of alcohol and the cherries I remember from our kiss a week ago. "I wanted to be the only one kissing you tonight," I murmur, crushing her into the wall with my body and attacking her again.

My heart skips a beat when she pulls me by my collar, moving her hands up and grabbing my nape, nails slightly digging into my skin. She kisses me just as angrily and passionately, each of us trying to dominate the other. Our kisses become sloppy as the heat rises between us, trying to nip at each other, me ultimately winning and capturing her swollen bottom lip between my teeth.

I push her away, both of us panting for breath. "Well? Are you just gonna kiss me or are you gonna say something?"

Her face turns a deeper shade of red. "I-I like you too. Stupid."

The way she's so flustered almost melts the anger out of me, but her acceptance of my feelings is what completely erases it. I clear my throat. "Good. So now you're mine. And if I catch that electric idiot trying to kiss you again, I'm pounding his face in."

She shoots me a look. "You don't have to act so tough. I know you're just insecure."

My face heats up. "Shut up, idiot. I'm not sharing you with anyone, that's all." I remember the rose and start frantically patting my jacket for it, until I look down and see it slightly worse for wear. I pick it up and cough. "God, I rehearsed this so well and look what happened."

(Y/n) plucks the flower out of my hand and pecks my cheek with a grin. "I think it was a lot hotter this way."

I chuckle. "You're right," I sneak my hands to her hips again, like it's become a new routine, "I'm not cut out for that vanilla bullshit anyway."

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petork · 3 years ago

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-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like

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spnreactionblogging · 4 years ago

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INHERIT THE EARTH

SPOILERS BELOW but I guess I’m late to the party huh

oh boy here goes, it's 12/10/2020 as I write this and I've had social media blacklisting SPN tags for the last month so I could get into the headspace to deal with this, I have not heard good things but although I got 15x19 spoiled for me I have somehow avoided 15x20 spoilers so let's see joining me is Two Brothers Pinch of Grace beer and Angel's Envy rum cask rye whiskey a "familiar face" returns? the dog? oh boy it's a buckleming episode I can't wait. how much of this footage was shot after lockdown, is what I want to know. what changed. I am upset that I'm walking into Jack Dying, the episode, on the heels of Cas Dying, the episode the violin is soulful and good at least thank you Jack. thank you for asking where he is. I love this shot of sam against the power lines. he looks so small. dean I really don't want you to be the one pretending you give a shit and trying to "comfort" jack. nice reverse establishing shot of the earth. "hokay. so, here's the earth." oh hey jake abel. I guess I knew that. doesn't mark pellegrino show up too. they're the only PCs left oh sweetheart :( he's trying to pray to him. so buckleming remembered that was an option, huh, just not like. in the ma'lak box jack sitting on that giant retail planter is so damn sad man the fucking uh, the empty news chair with the camera rolling is wild. I love you sam I love rob and every time I see him I'm sad that they made chuck such an asshole calling jack a "lapdog" wow. indeed. okay chuck you're ripping off The Road or whatever, we get it jack has like honest to god pajamas. maybe they were from the dryad or whoever for christmas dean passed out on the floor huh he found a liquor store and he drank it is jack hearing angel radio again doggo "I love you miracle dog" this dog honestly is the best thing oh there he goes :( rickrolled "maybe that's the point. no one left to save. no one but us." sam is better at reading than dean is okay that is a COOL fucking camera angle looking down from above the crucifix this does feel a lot lonelier, like early seasons are we looking at the stations of the cross, is that what the pages were turned to. I couldn't quite see jake abel, I wish I had not missed your baking show with misha that instagram failed to record :( "poor bastard never caught a break" no fucking kidding, RIP adam (finally) michael's been running PR on earth I can't get over how much it looks like jack and adam/michael should be related can michael read the death book? lmao this is how a lot of people seem to feel about books in general, like it's causing them pain to try to read. dramatic music as no one can read it's chuck pranking them again. guaranteed. LMAOOOOO OR LUCIFER so the empty can eject angels back onto earth. fascinating. ah, betty is a reaper. she's gonna come back as death, huh so she can read the book tbh good for her the headbutt was good death starter kit with the decoder ring lmaooooo GOD talking to them like they're petty children is honestly making my day!!! "not a group project" I mean even if she was with them she could just lie about what it says. not okay with leaving jack and lucifer alone "almost-mighty" is really funny the house of cards is good lucifer's right about "fuck god" is betty the empty hahaha you guys got fucked "mikey's a cuck" wow. thanks buckleming. cuckleming? archangel blade??? jack u ok did sam hook michael up with that??? sam is smart. thank fuck. sam'll have it cracked in an hour. sam's got the book of the damned and google translate: enochian (that he cowrote with castiel) sam's a witch wherever they're filming is gorgeous GET HIM, SAM, PUNCH GOD IN THE FACE that was inspired. that was like bobby singer shooting lucifer levels of inspired. buckleming had to get their torture in. last hurrah for the torture train where's jack??? this is what people mean when they say "I like to torture my OCs" you know you didn't have to be an asshole to your grandchild, dude I like when everybody's eyes glow but especially jack's this empty book is trump's COVID plan. just blank sheets of paper stapled together sam is smart. jack's like a mushroom. just soaks up all the good juices in the pan. what if sam and dean make out in the next episode and we find out becky wrote the whole show. maybe you just have to be a regular jackoff, chuck. dean pretty much is the ultimate killer. I mean yeah that is who you are, dean how victorious. you die sick and alone and forgotten with no healthcare. america! this is a bummer. is this victorious? did we win? lmao the sign "ONE MORE!" is that a teal impala over there how do you have extras in this episode, yeesh how much was stock footage, if any "What do we call you?" "Who cares what we call him? All that matters is that we got him back online." fuck off dean at least let jack answer "of course he's coming back" fuck off dean why would he come back with you if he can do anything he wants GO FIND CAS fuck off dean just fuck off dude, you don't get to boss him around how freudian, kill your grandfather who is god very demiurge of you, jack jack's off to be a blind watchmaker I love how he waves, jack is adorable god they're like literally red oni blue oni (red jackass, blue jackass?) over here lmao, these shirts when did cas and jack write their names on the table, they only count now that they're dead? or did I miss something earlier this shot of "what is and what should never be" absolutely breaks my goddamn heart. top fave. fuck. this is a sweet tribute how is this not the end???? I like how kim rhodes and misha collins get special guest star credits for their voicemails/fake phone call literally how is this not the ending to the show. why is there another episode. sans undertale appears to warn me not to watch the next episode. "you're gonna have a bad time." a friend who's not in the fandom asked me "is the tetanus thing for real" and I was like "??????????" and that's the only thing I know going into this. what do they do, drive into toluca lake have a jared and jensen spa day I caught wind of someone saying like "what if sam wakes up to 'heat of the moment' again" which would be BRILLIANT but they're not that clever do they just get stabbed by a regular-ass ghost? do we delete the whole universe and salt and burn the show itself? where do we even go from here. how many sharks are left to jump. someone said "sam gets shot by navient for unpaid student loans" and that is fucking funny and too real sam dies of muscular dystrophy and dean sings "heat of the moment" to congress to allow stem cell research? what. what could you possibly write from here. and why would you. I feel like any shitpost thing I say is still gonna be more clever than what they came up with and I'm not sure I should even watch it. I also hate the idea that buckleming would have the last word but it was surprisingly watchable is this SPN's equivalent of the candy epilogue, but with zero self-awareness? the network swooping in for a final "fuck you" like they did to mark sheppard? what. what even. I don't know if I want to know

#s15e19

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jack-o-chica-multiverse · 5 years ago

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Since it’s been a while since I’ve posted this, here’s a little introduction and PSA for Jack-O’s blog:

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Just to get this front-and-center, I want nothing to do with maps, LBGTQIA-phobes, transmeds, exclusionists, terfs, racists, and anyone who is even complacent with pedophilia or incest. If you fall within any of those categories, don’t interact with my blog. And hey, do yourself a solid and learn about why those leanings not only hurt you and the people around you, but society as a whole. Hate and abuse are not welcome here.

Also no shipping/romantic rp’s with Jack-O, please. She’s got a lot of love in her charred little heart, but it’s all platonic. And it’s going to stay that way.

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Multi-fandom and OC friendly! Seriously, OC’s are amazing and I love having Jack-O meet them!

Mostly long-ish form rp’s/replies. I ramble a lot … in case you couldn’t tell from this post, heh. Sorry. I do try to tag longer threads with #long post once they take a couple swipes to scroll through.

I’m prone to fewer/slower replies, especially during weekdays. Fyi, mun lives in the Pacific Time Zone, and is more likely to be active in the evening.

This blog can tread some pretty dark/angsty/violent/emotional ground and I’m fine with that … but I know not everyone is. I try to tag the big triggers, but if there is ever anything anyone wants me to tag - no matter if it’s a trigger or squick or whatever - please let me know.

And since we’re here: please, if you feel like you need to unfollow for any reason, you do you boo! That’s not just for subject matter but also because I’m an adult mun and I know that’s something that not everyone’s cool with. Your well-being will always be more important than following me - or anyone, for that matter! You are the curator of your Tumblr experience and if I can help you keep it safe by tagging or just not being part of it, that’s totally ok!

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Jack-O: she/her. Was human and female-presenting back in ye olden days (aside from that – up to interpretation). Besides her murder she doesn’t really remember her life, but she does get the faintest sensations of déjà vu that call back to who she once was.

Mun: she/her (but I’m comfortable with nb adjectives like they, too). Ace panro and more-or-less cis (I think?). Adult. Absolute nerd with too many hobbies and never enough time. RP-main is @Malady-red-rp (’Malady’), non-RP-main is @Inga-DON-Studio.

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Jack-O is based on the non-canon Halloween-y version of Nightmare Chica from FNAF4: The Halloween Update with … a lot of creative license thrown in.

Basic backstory below if you want to read it (it’s sort of ramble-y - eventually I’ll try to simplify it but hopefully it does the job for now):

Essentially, she’s a several-hundred-year-old dream-demon (aka a Nightmare in her universe) who took the shape of her prey’s greatest terrors and fed on their fear via relentless, ongoing ‘hunts’ in the mindscape and in waking nightmares. She would usually be freed from her chosen form once her prey’s mind was too shattered-apart from the constant assault to maintain a singular, cohesive personification of their fears, but on that last hunt … the situation never reached that conclusion. Thus, she’s stuck in the form that The Crying Child’s mind created for her before his death as a result of complications from The Bite of ’83 and his weakened state from the Nightmares’ attacks. Some things went down with the other Halloween Nightmares that night, resulting in her complete abandonment of the hunt and what it was to be a Nightmare (the birb done woke). Thirty years of coming to grips with all the evil she had done over the centuries and one hell of a massive guilt complex, she wants –more than anything- to try to put some good back into the world, even if she knows it will never balance out what she has taken from it.

She awoke to October’s calling on Oct. 1st, 2018 to find herself in a multiverse of sorts- and just kind of rolled with it. There were plenty of familiar faces – and many, many new ones – and she quickly embraced the chance at a new start, silently promising to try to stand up against the literal and metaphorical representations of what she once was. As she made friends who have become the truest sense of a found family, she has become fiercely protective of the people she cares about … even if sometimes she’s a little lost on how to really help them. Hey, just cuz she’s a few hundred years old doesn’t mean that there isn’t still plenty left for her to learn - and she knows it.

I do reference back to some past events (like Ink Stains) and she mentions other muses on occasion – some no longer active around here but remembered as cherished friends who left a lasting, important impact on her. No, you’re not expected to know about them. It’s just an important little part of who she is- that she doesn’t let go of things easily now that she has people and memories worth holding onto…

(The Ink Stains event was a biggie because she was one of the corrupted, and for the first time it forced her unwillingly back into something like the Nightmare she once was. It also cemented in her mind how important the people in her afterlife are to her, and how much she needs them. So, mentions of ink and corruption still find their way into conversations fairly often.)

#It's been way too long since I posted this - especially since a couple things needed to be updated #OOC #PSA #About The Blog #Added this to the 'About' header #Yeesh I really need to streamline that back-story section :P

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melyaliz · 5 years ago

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Platonically sleeping togeather

Fandom: DC / Red Hood and the Outlaws

Summary: You missed Roy and Starfire while they were on a mission and can’t sleep. But Jason was still around so he’ll do.

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC

Notes: Last week while I was sick and dealing with emotions I ended up reading a bunch of Red Hood and the Outlaws and got slightly inspired so I wrote some short Jason stories. I’m going back and editing them now.

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“We will only be gone a few hours promise.”

That had been Roy and Star’s promise as they left on their secret mission leaving you alone with Jason at the base.

A promise that had been made over 24 hours and was now well into the evening of the second day.

And you couldn't sleep.

To say you had abandonment issues was putting it lightly. It was more of a, someone leaves you for two seconds and you’re convinced they were never coming back.

It didn’t help that Roy had stopped texting you around hour 10.

Jason had said they were fine. That they would be back soon. To stop asking about it. Just relax

How the HELL were you supposed to relax when your family was on a mission that was taking twice (close to three times) as long as it should and you hadn’t heard anything?

You just have to accept they aren’t coming back. That evil little voice said in you head over and over again. People leave, it’s part of life. You need to stop being a baby about it.

Letting out a long sigh you sat up rubbing your eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. GIRL! Pull yourself together, this was NOT the time to cry.

But you also couldn’t sit in this empty room anymore. The lack of laughter and presence of your friends was just too loud.

Getting up she slowly walked down the hall noticing Jason’s light on. Gently knocking on the door.

“Yeah?”

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Jason couldn't sleep. But that wasn’t new. He never slept. Tim Drake had nothing on Jason Todd. The sleepless boy wonder. Years of living on the streets having to fight for his life and then growing up spending late nights on patrol had trained Jason to… well, not sleep.

Not to mention that ever plaguing nightmares that lurked right behind his eyelids.

A soft knock on the door broke him from the book he was reading. “Yeah?”

The door slowly opened to reveal you standing in the doorway. Eyes bloodshot and nose red. If Jason didn’t know any better he would have thought you had been crying.

The idea made his stomach drop for some reason.

“What’s up snickers?”

“I… can’t sleep” you mumbled looking down at your slippered feet feeling like some small child. This was fucking stupid. You were being stupid. “I’m worried about Roy and Starfire, Could I maybe… just hang with you for a while.”

“Yeah, sure it’s not like I’m sleeping anyway.”

Nodding you walked over before jumping into the bed.

“Jesus your feet are cold!” Jason mumbled as he toes touched his legs. Also realizing that even though he was in a long-sleeved shirt he was only wearing boxers. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like was sexually attracted to you. You were like a best friend to him. Someone who had always been there no matter what. Someone he truly relied on.

Glancing over he felt a weird fluttering in his chest again as you fluffed his extra pillow and spread out the blankets getting yourself comfortable before cuddling down into the blankets. Body cuddled up to him.

You body was so warm, not uncomfortably just… warm in like a soothing way. Almost like the warm milk Alfred use to make when he was a kid to help him relax. It probably had something to do with the fluffy panda hoodie you were wearing or just natural body heat.

Whatever it was Jason didn’t hate it.

“Shhhhh”

“Just one more”

“You are going to wake them.”

“But they are so adorable, wonder if they missed us.”

“Oh shhhh”

Jason woke to two idiots standing over him. What time was it? Blinking confused he realized by the light in the window that it was morning. Roy clicked his camera a few more times while Starfire stood behind him trying to keep her lover from waking up the two. Seeing Jason waking she gave him a gentle smile.

“She looks so cozy” The alien nodding toward You. It was then that Jason realized you had fallen asleep pressed against his chest. Breathing peacefully Jason couldn’t help but agree with Star, you did look cozy.

“You both did” Roy snickered as he texted God knows who seeing as all his friends were in that room. “Asleep like babies. Star broke a lamp coming in here and you guys didn’t even flinch.”

“If I remember correctly Roy, the blame for the broken lamp lies with you.”

“How… what time is it?” Jason mumbled rubbing his eyes trying to get a bearing on what was going on. How long had he been asleep? And boy did he feel good. Is this was a full rest felt like?

You let out a soft sigh as he tried to sit up, your fingers clutching onto his shirt pulling it toward yourself as you buried your face it the soft white material.

“Looks like you’ll be there for a while.” Roy said, “I’m going to shower and then make breakfast.”

“May I join you?”

“Ohhhh I’d like that”

Jason tried again to sit up only to have you mumble in your sleep stirring. A few seconds later slowly starting to wake.

“Hey sleepy.”

“Where….” you blinked confused looking up at him.

“You fell asleep in here remember.”

“I did” mumbling you rubbing your arm on your face cheeks flushed from sleep. Something about the way your hair was all messed up and eyes blinking owlishly trying to wake up was doing things to Jason. He wanted to grab you and pull you back under the blankets and hold you forever.

“Yeah, once you wake up Roy said she’s going to make breakfast.”

“They’re back?” instantly you were awake.

“Don’t hurt yourself” Jason tried to warn you as you almost tripped out of the bed in your haste to see your teammates.

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“So how was last night?” Roy asked winking, he had always known there was SOMETHING going on between those two. They just didn’t want to admit it.

“I think she freaked out because you guys were gone so long,” Jason said taking a bite while Kori explained to their teammate in question how the mission had gone.

“Yeah, I know she has some abandonment issues due to her past.” Roy said, “Part of the reason I had her join us. Glad she had you there at least.”

“Yeah…” Jason’s voice trailed off as he watched her giggling at something Kori was saying.

“Did something else happen?” Roy question pulling him back to reality. His gaze studying his best friend. Since last night Jason hadn’t seemed to be able to take his eyes off of you.

“Nothing happened… well…” his voice trailed off for a moment.

“What?”

“I just… have never slept that good before in my life.”

Roy laughed shaking his head, “maybe you need to platonically sleep with people more.”

“Yeah maybe.”

“Unless you don’t want it to be platonic…”

Jason chocked slightly on his coffee at the though. The coughing sound causing Kori and you to turn confused.

“Everything ok?” You asked

“Oh you know me, just helping my friend realize the obvious,” Roy said flashing you a wide grin that told you he was up to no good.

“I missed you guys,” you said decideing if you needed to know you would end up finding out.

“Seem’s like you found a way to cope.”

-GET TAGGED!-

Tagging: @royslittleharper @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @werewitchling @xx3fsxx @daisyboobear @ @jason-redhood @hello-i-lovespiderman-blr @ocelysium @pinkwitch21 @tomhncharliep

Jason: @cryptoregan @winterssoldierrs

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 5 years ago

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asks (28)

Anonymous said: CAN I GET A HULLABALOO CANECK CANECK IN THE CHAT

GIG 👍🏼

@justyoungice said: Ever consider writing a multi-chapter fic? Your writing is so good! Been a fan ever since I ventured into this fandom =) 🎈

It happens once in a blue moon, but it’s not my preference. I like my one shots. I did, however, find an unfinished chapter fic a few nights ago that I could be persuaded to post as it is (meaning I probably won’t finish it)

Anonymous said: Am I allowed to say you're really pretty??? 😱😍

Oh thank you friend you are most definitely allowed and in fact encouraged

Anonymous said: You cute 😚really cute

I am in hearteyes with you anon

Anonymous said: I am LOVING these batfam snippets so much!!!

2017 Amy was very funny wasn’t she?

Anonymous said: Ok but do you remember the time in no man’s land where two-face held a trial in which he was the prosecuting lawyer against himself?

Two-Face be like “I am here to conduct an entirely improper court proceeding”

@wingedskyes said: Okay.. Side q. Did neeb mean Tim as a cup of coffee in space or Tim made of coffee while floating in space? 🤔

When I asked she said only that I would know her intent in my heart

@cafeamericano10cm said: Congratulations on finishing your exam/class!!

Thank you!!! I’m so relieved to be done

@betterbekind said: CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!! Im so happy for you and hope you treat yourself to something nice for surviving!!! You absolutely rock!

:) :) :D

@nightwing1536 said: Have you ever worked with an artist to make a comic? I’ve seen people do fan art and a page or so of a comic with your stories as the message. But I’m wondering if you ever worked side by side with an artist to make a comic?

nightwing1536 said: Not necessarilyDC but anything

I have! My friend @neebluarts and I did a collaboration project where she produced the most beautiful art in the world to go with a lil comic I wrote. She’s amazing. Here’s the finished project.

I also did a smaller piece with @kurawastaken where we wrote a fic together, and she drew some pictures for it. You can find that one here.

@kurawastaken said: Im love ya

K the muse in my soul bears your face

Anonymous said: On that time travel anon's behalf, your "mobile links" link is broken and any pages other than posts/ask/submit are just plain non-existent on the app. Do you have a "for mobile" tag on posts that contain all that info or anything like that? Whatever the link in your description is, it tried to open up my web browser, so I'm guessing it's not internal to Tumblr?

Hmmm the mobile links work for me if I press down for a few seconds, but I think that’s about the best I can do? I’ll do some research and figure it out.

Anonymous said: Thoughts on young justice? If you’ve watched it what did you think about the third season? Is Wally really dead because I’m deep in denial

I love YJ but no, I haven’t watched the 3rd season. I don’t think I have access to it, but I might try to find it now that the hard part of school is done.

Anonymous said: Omgggggg amesss you're gonna be a lawyer (a badass one i bet). Cheers dude!!!!!

That’ll be oh-mother-of-darkness, esquire

Anonymous said: Congratulations!!!!

I’m over the moon :)

Anonymous said: Hope you’ve been taking time to Relax

I had a pretty chill week, yeah! Been sleeping mostly, and hanging with my online folks

Anonymous said: ⊂ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ⊃ This is Hug Bear. He heard you were having a bad day and had come to offer comfort.

Why thank u hug bear

Anonymous said: hey dude I've been there I cried in my moms arms for an hour the other night because of job hunting difficulties which is hard to face at 25. things will get better for us both so hang in there buddy our time is coming 💕

Ah anon I feel that so hard. Good luck my love

Anonymous said: We're here for you if you need to vent ames

lil kissy face emoji

Anonymous said: I hope you feel better and you’re not getting ship asks again. You’re one of my favorite people on tumblr.

You would think after all this time I could rest but ALAS

Anonymous said: Just wanted to say this last fic with Tim getting angry and venting some of his feelings really hit close to home in a good way and I really love it and thank you!

It seems like that one resonated with a lot of folks, and I’m glad. We all need to scream vicariously sometimes

@chiefqueenenthusiast said: I love your work so much. You let Tim go OFF and I live for it

Thank youuuuu I’m glad you liked it

Anonymous said: Your Damian and your Tim just seem to *get* each other on a very specific level. It’s something that I love from your writing. It’s probably why they fight so much but it’s also a connection they only have with each other. Tim asking if he was allowed to be mad and Damian immediately saying yes just reminded me of it ❤️

Oh anon I’m getting emotional thank you so much

@eatthepoison said: I'm not sure if your fics remind me of something musical yet, I need to sit and think about that, BUT your url reminds me of the song Dread in My Heart by Mother Mother. I think maybe because the song has "oh" a lot in it and because of the alliteration of "darkness" and "dread". So like, everytime I see oh mother of darkness my brain always follows up with oh dread in my heart. Idk my head makes leaps sometimes.

eatthepoison said: Also, I'm sorry your feeling frustrated :( if you ever want to talk I always open to listening. I'm not a content creator yet, at least not one big or well known, but I get that it can be overwhelming at times. If its worth anything, i think you're one of the most talented persons in the batfam community. Of all the stuff I've read, your one of the authors I think "damn they fucking NAIL the characterization of the fam every single time like holy shit".

Y’all got me sitting at work thinkin bout all the good things in my life rn. And I know that song! I like it very much

Anonymous said: Such a good little kitty. So cute too!!

She is my darling girl and I love her so much

Anonymous said: My DC oc , Is a waitress named Jess. Her and Jason met during his brief time in foster care. She's not a superhero or anything , she owns a diner where Jason is welcome anytime, no questions asked and always willing to listen. Banged up or bloody ,doesn't matter. She's good with guns cause how else is she gonna protect herself/business in gotham. She was a teen mom and brings her kid to work with her. She's asian/hispanic, curly hair. That's about it

Hey this is a reminded that I probably will write a few paragraphs for your OC but you do have to DM me about it

Also hella cool OC you got there

#asks #yj spoilers #i guess #ah i love y'all you're so sweet

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fandomn00blr · 5 years ago

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Author Interview

Tagged by @charlatron for these questions a long, long time ago...thank you, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this! It got lost in my Drafts folder, and I decided to clean that out as I procrastinate on other things, so...umm...yeah!

Name: Adrian

Fandoms: Dragon Age (and everything else, but still mostly Dragon Age)

Where you post: AO3, and here (WIPs and random drabbles, head canons, and excerpts)

Most popular one shot: “...And when it comes...” a tooth-rottingly sweet fenhawke+kids two-chapter thing where I introduced dad!Fenris as a habitual hair-braider (also includes a really disturbing flashback, so CW for slavery and implied/suggested sexual abuse). It was also the first fan fic I ever shared publicly!

Most popular multi-chapter story: lol...I don’t talk about this much (watch me talk a lot about it right now), but it’s a Seven Deadly Sins Jericho-centric fic, called Walls Tumbling Down (har de har har!). I’ve only ever watched the first two seasons of the show on Netflix because me and my real-life partner like to occasionally binge watch anime for shits and giggles, but I’m not involved in the fandom at all (a lot of stuff about the show and I assume the manga is actually a little squicky for me). I started writing this because I really liked one (1) character who deserved more attention and more opportunities to yell at everyone (and she does that! and it’s really cathartic to write!). About once a year I get inspired to add a chapter (it’s all outlined, and ends with some closure for my girl) and somehow, those blessed kudos keep trickling in...

Favourite story you wrote: I think In Deep is my most self-indulgent fic right now, even though it’s not complete, and it’s in a different world state than most of my other stuff. It’s mostly about Anders, post-Inquisition, following Dread Moon, a collab multi-chapter fic I wrote with my buddy, @figgypudz about her our OC Alarion, an elf who was spying on Dorian for this mysterious organization, the Agents of Fen’Harel (it takes place pre-Trespasser). Anders and Alarion are boyfriends now, and they are on the run (sorta) and Anders is getting a chance to process and heal and be adored by someone. Oh, and Cole keeps popping in, too. <3

How you choose your titles: Ok, so I thought that said “titties” and I was like, “I’m not very particular...” and I guess the same goes for my titles. If it’s a multi-chapter thing, I try to figure out a theme or a pattern for naming chapters. Same goes for series. My Lost and Found series was originally all verby-sounding titles, but then I got distracted by spin-offs. Sometimes it’s a character quote or a reference to the source material that is particularly relevant to the theme or situation. I’m terrible about using song lyrics or poems or whatever. So, yeah...IDK...

Complete: 7! Whaaat?! (Most of those are one-shots or parts of a longer series...)

Incomplete: 8...plus everything else I haven’t even started sharing yet...eeeeek!

Do you outline: Yes. Obsessively. Often. All over the place. With arrows and links and omg...my brain needs to just knock it off with all the planning and mapping sometimes.

Coming Soon: Oof...um...I’m three two chapters away from finishing Fly Away of my Lost and Found series and those chapters are already mostly/sort of written! There’s gonna be some more fenhawke smut, and a lot less drinking for one person in particular...

Do you accept prompts: I suck at focusing enough on something I’m not completely passionate about to pull this off, I think, and I find the idea of writing for other people really intimidating! Those of you who can just take someone else’s suggestions and run with them are amazing and I admire you. Maybe once I get all these stories out of my head? So...probably never.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: The next part of Lost and Found, Part IV (I think?): Legacy, should be kinda fun (and shorter, I hope!), cuz it will feature a super pregnant Hawke trying to do the stuff from the DA2 Legacy DLC (with some help from some familiar Wardens and some other friends/family members she has been missing since she left Kirkwall)...but I made goals for #theWIPproject2020 of working on some of my current WIPs, so that might have to wait!

I’m tagging @factorykat, @serial-chillr, and @hermiowngranger. Please ignore if you’ve already done this or just like, don’t feel like it, maaannnn...

#about me #my writing #author interview #tag

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buns-with-a-book · 5 years ago

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Every Dog Has It’s Day

Dogs and Dante, what could possibly go wrong?

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC/Dante (familial) Tags: @furyeclipse @nimnox @synchronmurmurs @harlot-of-oblivion

Summary: Cassandra expected a lot of things in her line of work, including whatever trouble Dante got himself in. Just...not this brand of trouble.

She should’ve expected something the moment Dante returned, the energy seeming to have been drained from the devil hunter she considered a brother. Barely a wave before he collapsed on the couch, snoring away. It was rare that Dante came back to Devil May Cry dead tired, at least while Cassandra was awake. But, ever dutiful, she let him sleep and threw a blanket over him to let him sleep.

It was after hearing Trish yell for her that she realized something was up.

After some grumbling from her, she found herself in her pajamas, staring at Trish with a giant snow-white retriever on the couch, covered by the blanket and Dante’s red coat.

“What happened.” Cassandra groaned, leaning against the railing. She did not have enough coffee in her system to deal with this, this early in the morning.

“You tell me.” Trish replied, sounding equally as tired as she did.

“Look, last night, Dante came in dead tired and now there’s a dog where he was sleeping.” She paused. “Hey Dante?” The dog perked up. “...olives.” He let out a growl. “Yep, that’s Dante.”

“And...how are we supposed to fix this?”

“Ugh...hold on.” She walked back into her room. She paused and stepped back out. “Oh, and call Lady! Bring her up to speed!” She went back into her room and began to pull out books. She heard Trish pull back the chair and talking, probably to Lady to get her up to speed or Morrison to let him know Dante was going to be out of commission for a bit. Either way, she took the books and walked to the desk, setting them on the warm brown wood. Trish gave her a look as she hung up.

“Lady’s on her way.” She said, taking a book. She flipped through the pages. “Where’d you get all this?”

“Never hurts to keep a stockpile of books about cures and such.” Cassandra hummed. “Curses are nasty fucks though.” She closed her eyes. “Dante was...on the outskirts of Red Grave, right?”

“The northernmost part of the city, yes.”

“The fuck was he doing up there…” She muttered. “Do you know anything about that mission or did Dante decide to not say shit and go off to do his own thing?” She ignored the growl she got in return.

“I believe the mission came from a witch’s coven in the area.” Trish closed her eyes in thought. “The leader went to Morrison and Morrison called us.” Cassandra let out a sigh, leaning against the desk as she flipped through the pages.

“Can you get information from Morrison about the mission? Anything?” She asked. Trish didn’t answer, but Cassandra could hear the sound of the rotary phone clicking at each spin. It was answer enough, she thought, as she flipped through the pages of her book. She heard a thump and glanced up, seeing the Labrador pad on over and lay down next to her, belly up. She looked to his belly, to him, and then to his belly before reaching over to get it a rub.

‘This is weird...but we’ll have you back to normal before you know it.’ Cassandra thought, smiling as his leg began to kick. With that, she went back to reading. She heard Trish talking to Morrison over the phone, she hoped he could provide insight into what he was fighting.

The sound of screeching tires broke the serenity, making her and Dante jump. The door opened, with Lady entering the shop. She barely took a breath before Dante bounded over to her. She leapt back out of surprise, causing Dante to leap out into the street. He looked around, tail wagging.

“Dante!” Cassandra snapped, standing up. Dante looked back before sprinting off. “FUCKING DANTE!” She scrambled to the doorframe, looking to Lady. “Lady. Assignment: Figure out how the fuck to break curses. I’ll get Dante.” With that, she ran out into the street, chasing after the white Labrador. She skidded along the streets, running after the canine as fast as she could.

Her feet led her to the local park, where Dante was bounding around happily.

“DANTE! DANTE!” Cassandra called, wheezing with each breath. “Fuck, and I thought I was in shape!” She gasped, leaning against the tree. The park, a small park with some trees and a little playground, was mostly bare with a couple children at the playground. She watched as Dante padded over to the children and panicked. She quickly trotted over to the playground, ignoring the aching pain in her chest from running for so long. Dante let out a whine, rolling over to look as cute as possible.

“Dante! I’ve been running across half of Red Grave looking for you!” She panted. While that certainly wasn’t the case, it felt like it. Her burning chest made it feel like it. Dante looked back, panting happily before bounding off. “DANTE! Earthmother help me.” She fell back onto the bench. She watched as the Labrador jumped up the tree, trying to follow a squirrel.

‘He really is getting into the whole dog thing.’ Cassandra thought, running a hand through her sweat-dampened hair as she recovered from the chase. She glanced up at the sky, white clouds peppering the bright blue expanse. The air felt clearer, there had been rain the night before. A sudden twinge of fear hit her, the fear that there was no cure for the curse. She frowned and shook her head. No, they would find a cure for the curse. They just had to find...something. Anything.

A sudden bark got her attention. She looked up, seeing Dante rolling around in the mud. She groaned as she got up, staring down at the now dirty dog.

“You’re having a grand ole time, aren’t you?” She huffed, crossing her arms. Dante just wiggled around in the mud. “You think this is all fun and games.” She hoisted him up in her arms, ignoring the mud smearing on her clothes. Dante pressed a muddied paw against her face. She groaned as she walked all the way back to Devil May Cry, scowling the entire way.

As she approached the shop, she noticed Trish standing outside. The door to the shop was wide open, as if she had been waiting for Cassandra to return. The demoness smiled, a bit sympathetically, as she approached.

“What’s up?”

“Lady found a cure. It involves a lot of salt though, so I’m standing out here.” Cassandra huffed. Demons weren’t too fond of salt, being a universal purifier and all.

“What kind of cure?”

“In short, saltwater bath.” Cassandra knew that such a thing involved a lot of salt so it made sense that Trish would stay out of the building. Trish looked at Dante, her face changing to one of confusion. “What happened to Dante?”

“He did the dog thing and rolled in the mud.” Cassandra sighed. “After making me chase after him. Everything hurts and I’m certain you don’t want to hold a muddy Dante.”

“Well, at least he looks cuter as a dog than his normal self.” She smiled. Dante let out a whine, squirming in her arms. “Trish! Come on pleasseee!” Cassandra whined, shaking as she tried to keep a grip on him. “He’s gonna get you muddy too and you’re gonna get pissy at me!” Trish laughed.

“Alright alright. Sorry Dante.” She petted his head, causing Dante to settle down. Cassandra let out a sigh.

“I am not chasing him all across Red Grave for the second time. If he leapt out of my arms, I was gonna make you go after him.” Cassandra huffed. Trish laughed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, urging her inside.

“Well, better get to breaking that curse.” Trish said with a smile, guiding Cassandra to the open door. She quickly stepped into the shop, walking to the bath. Lady was sitting on the couch, watching her go.

“I owe you.” Cassandra said in passing. Lady nodded, watching as Cassandra stepped into the bath and closed the door behind her. She looked into the tub, the water faintly obscured by the salt within. She lowered Dante inside, the dog whining loudly as he was set in the water.

“It’s ok Dante. You’ll be back to normal in no time.” She said, grabbing the sponge and getting to work cleaning him up. As she went, she prayed fervently that this would work, scrubbing gently through the loud and insistent whining of the Labrador.

After a few minutes, Cassandra noticed he had stopped whining. She glanced up, her eyes meeting the Labrador's ice blue. She knew that a quiet Dante was either plotting something or was upset. And that, despite his current state, was a look of him plotting something.

“Dante.” If he could grin right now, he was probably doing it. “Dante. Don’t you fucking dare.” He suddenly began to shake, earning a shriek from her. “DANTE YOU ASS!” She shrieked, covering her face as water and fur got everywhere. After a few minutes, she lowered her arms to see the damage.

There were splotches of wet dog fur all over the dingy bathroom, Cassandra was certain that they would be a pain to clean up, but sitting in the bath was a fully human and nude Dante. There were still spots of fur on him, to which he was already pulling off and throwing them into the tub. They fell into the tub like wet hair, with a rather disgusting smack.

“Dante…” Cassandra grumbled. He grinned at her. She pulled off a chunk of fur that landed on her arm and threw it at his face. “That’s for making me run around Red Grave looking for your furry ass, wrestle you down in the mud, and getting me wet and covered with dog fur!”

“Ok ok! I’m sorry!” He laughed.

“Sorry my ass, Dante! You’re not getting pizza for the rest of the week.” Cassandra crossed her arms, giving Dante the sternest look she could muster. “Get your ass cleaned up quick, I need the shower.”

“And I need a dr-”

“No booze.”

“Caasss!” He whined. She threw a glare at him.

“Don’t. Test. Me.” She growled. Dante held up his hands. She stepped out of the bath, slamming the door behind her. She buried her face into her hand, groaning. A drink sounded great right now.

“Cass.” She glanced to the side, seeing Lady with an outstretched glass of Scotch. She promptly took it and chugged it, pulling back with a soft ‘ah’.

“Thanks. I needed it.” She smiled to Lady, handing the glass back to her. “Dante’s back to normal.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“He’s buck-ass naked though, so you might wanna...I dunno, give him pants or something.” She sighed. “I’m...tired. When he’s done in there, I’ll take a quick shower and a nap. Earthmother knows I need it.”

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante

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ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive · 5 years ago

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rp guidelines.

Mun is Ash. She/Her. 21+. Ruthless Drama King keeps me prisoner.

This blog is 21+ Nsfw/smut will not be written with those under 21 years old. I will not write with minors.

I know there are a lot of rules here now but incidents, past stuff in rp scene kind of made it mandatory for myself to put down. Common sense lacks in some too so sorry it’s so long but ya know. Gotta do what we rpers gotta do. <3

tw: potential for triggering content & subject matter due to crime scene investigations/forensic profiling. strong language expected. he is simply a problematic aggressive character in most verses.

no godmodding. unspoken rule but please do not control my character under any circumstances. if you continue to break this rule however I may have to cancel our thread. only in extreme cases.

Don’t have personal triggers but I will not write my muse forcing themselves on any other muse.

any personal triggers you are uncomfortable with I will not write and vice versa.

multiverse/oc friendly. au friendly: discussion on AU’s are love. same char different mun friendly. duplicates are always welcome. personally I love OC’s and this boy cannot get enough interaction from them ever. just so you know.

Do not screenshot my posts: ooc, threads etc. It is MY content. I should not have to add this but yes this has happened without my knowledge - at first.

Unfollowing: If there is something you disagree with, do not favor about my writing, portrayal, muse(s) or views the button is always there. Please soft block to unfollow. I will do the same and quietly if it calls for it.

PSA: Don’t call 60 Connor. He is not Connor. He is his own person. This sort of trumps the significance I have built for him as an individual entity in my characterization/ headcanons/ personal iteration in a fandom where he is overlooked. Also if you do refer to him as such verbally to his face you consent to the wrath and animosity he will bestow upon you be it verbal or potentially physical. Trust me 60 is not fond of being mistaken for his predecessor. (It’s a pet peeve and I’m sorry lol but they’re two separate people. I mean I write Connor too so bear with me.)

plots are love. let's discuss story, char relationships, just anything really. down for plotted, random prompts and memes. my dm’s are always open. if I don’t respond straight away I’m either not on at the moment or I’m just swamped in drafts. I still want you to drop in tho.

replies may take a bit. this is a hobby. if I take a while it doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp. sometimes I forget, tumblr eats my notifs or I haven’t thought up a decent reply as of yet. please be patient. I always offer the same to my rp partners. also I do get swamped in drafts and asks so this does contribute to my reply speed. TLDR: I am slow af but I want to write with you.

want to drop a thread? we all lose muse, get too busy, overwhelmed at times. it is perfectly OK. when I do thread purges I will always post an update and @ those I am keeping threads with. the number of follows I have it is just easier for me to do it this way.

shipping: will ship with chars but there are some I may turn down depending on personal preference. typically ships with another RK800/RK900 are a no. sibling, platonic, enemies is where I go. some exceptions may apply depending on verse type but his exclusive and only RK800 ship is with @rob0badge . 60 also would like platonic, friend and enemy ships to counter his romantic ships. any and all are appreciated.

open to smut threads. 21+ very explicit at times depending on verse. 60 is ruthless. fair warning. also smut is not a requirement for romantic ships. if you’re not down for that then 60 is all about the respect of his partner’s wishes.

multiship friendly: winning rk800-60's affection is not easy in the long run. remember he is not easy to get along with.

Shipping Additions: I WILL NOT ship cross unless it is plotted mutually between all parties. even then I will be selective about it. please respect this. multiverse is a thing and that is what my blog is. it will just be ignored.

Content Trigger: 60 is very much ruthless despite his fall into deviancy. if you are uncomfortable with intense personalities this may not be the rp blog for you. certain themes will be highly thematic, problematic and even controversial at times. all of these will be tagged accordingly and put under read more for my followers/mutuals. he will be aggressive and hateful depending on circumstances. he is not very nice. however, the mun does not reflect this characterization and is extremely nice to followers. 60 may not share that affinity but the mun has no malicious intent. Only this ruthless boy does.

threads containing 18/21+ material always go under read more. please adhere to all warnings. some subject matter may be unsettling. remember any dark or triggering themes are NOT condoned by me irl. it just needs to be said.

Interactions: non-rp blogs, personals or those not part of current threads: DO NOT REBLOG. this is becoming a problem lately and I really don’t want to be that person but please follow this rule.If you continue to do so you will be BLOCKED. You can like my posts just fine however. In fact it’s welcome! I like to see others enjoying what I write for the ruthless king.

DBH VERSE REQUIRED: It just works better to be able to write adequately and since my muse is from this universe it’s a given. I rarely do crossovers as I feel some just do not work or fit my muse. If I do they are with main mutuals depending on fandom or personal preference.

Mutual Exclusive/RP Blogs Only: This blog is now private. If you follow me and I do the same back it means I want to interact. Otherwise assume I won’t be following back if I haven’t in a week. I have had some odd things come 60′s way and it is why this blog is locked down now.

Follows: If I follow back it means I want to interact with you. If you're a mutual and you still have not interacted with me after several weeks I WILL unfollow. This is nothing against anyone or meant to be unfair/mean spirited. The blog is an rp blog so of course I want to interact with you all. Also I do not just give free follows since this is not a personal blog.

I would love to follow back depending but if I see no rules or somewhere that states 21 and above for the mun on your blog I won’t. I interact solely with those 21+. I myself am 28 years old. Respect this and don’t lie about your age to me. I have had people lie to me in the past and they’ve been dropped faster then you can shout “Deviant Spotted!”

I reserve the right to unfollow anyone for whatever reason including but not limited to rp politics. Ya gurl not here for rp snobbery or assumptions made. If I become uncomfortable I will soft block to unfollow quietly. I also practice block back. Meaning if I’m hardblocked (which is in anyone’s right who is uncomfortable with my content) I will hardblock back. It’s only fair and honestly it’s a lovely page taken out of one of my waifu’s books.

OOC: If you post a crap ton of ooc posts (I mean plz it’s your blog and your content is yours so go for it) I may unfollow if I cannot blacklist them properly. I mean things that aren’t rp related. This is only in extreme cases. My blog has overwhelmed me so the dash being flooded is something I want to clean up.

Replies: As I have stated in updates on this blog I am super busy and backed up. My reply speed is slower due to lots of drafts and asks. You can remind me but please don’t come at me or try to push me. Muse can be fickle. Some days I have it for a specific verse, others I have it for shorter convos or text threads. I aim to reply to everyone but keep in mind running this blog is not easy and I want it be fun for me. It’s a hobby. When I have to worry and hide from people this is no longer that. If it continues I will drop the thread completely. Only in extreme cases.

Pressuring: Do not come into my inbox on anon passive aggressively asking when I will reply to threads. If you honestly want to remind me like a normal person my dms are open to mutuals only. Do not guilt me into rping. If you pressure and attempt manipulating me you will be blocked. This has happened and I will not put up with it.

Please reblog any memes/prompts from the source and not this blog. I am not an rp source or creator of these. If you continue to do this and just harvest my blog for memes without even interacting I will unfollow/block. If you reblog send me one then. If not well do not do it. non-mutuals do not reblog anything at all from this blog. Also I have to mention some people have used me as a source WITHOUT reblogging from me. Meaning they see the meme and reblog it for themselves as a means of bypassing sending in anything. If we’re mutuals why are you doing this? It will just make me think you do not want to interact.

Asks: Do not reblog asks. Please if you wish to continue make a new post and link back to ask. It just makes my dash a little cleaner and I want to avoid extra asks in the inbox continuing it when we can turn them into convo threads. So please don’t keep sending asks to continue a plot line. Thread it.

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT HATE & ASSUMPTIONS: If I discover you sending hate on anon to anybody you’re gone. If you send hate to people about what they ship, especially to female muns/muses, you’re gone. I will not tolerate hate of any kind and if I see you talking negatively about any female muse I will soft block you quietly. I just do not want to interact with you. People who assume generalized posts are about them when I follow you will be softblocked as well. Honestly it’s a given that if I’m following it’s not directed at you. I will not put up with assumptions or continue to view it on my dash. Unfollow me, softblock me, etc. It’s not difficult. My comfort levels are important to me as well as yours should be.

I will not interact with egoists. If I see anything that wigs me out I will just softblock quietly. Elitists go home. I don’t want you here.

I will never rush or be pushy at my partners. I’m so chill about threads. please take your time. let’s never take the fun out of it. never think you’re taking too long or bothering me. DM’s are open to my mutuals only.

I do not do passwords or send messages of any kind. If I am following you rest assured that I have read your rules. I do this automatically when someone follows me and vice versa since I expect the same. If I’m liking update posts you can consider that me seeing it as well.

unfollowing/refollowing: Don’t do it on my blog. If you follow and then unfollow but for some reason come back to follow you get blocked from my side. I don’t need the bs or the attention seeking.

Duplicates are amazing but I will be selective who I follow back and interact with. Nothing personal but I have been the victim of theft in the past. It’s an unfortunate thing but my characterization and headcanons for 60 are my own. I have been writing this boy forever even long before I made this blog. I’m highly protective of my ruthless king. He is my baby after all.

softblocks: I remove people by doing this. It could be for any reason to be honest. We never interact, you keep dropping our stuff, show no interest, I don’t see us interacting after all or any number of reasons to make my dash more comfortable. Do not ask me why I did it. That’s my comfort. No hard feelings. Just move on. I don’t have to cater to you. If you don’t like my methods use the unfollow button and leave my blog. Simple enough.

hardbocking/blacklisting: Yes I have done it. Am I going to blatantly broadcast it for all to see? Nope. I am not obligated to explain why I blocked you. Most times you have broken my rules despite me reminding to read them. Other times there are people I just do not want to see and that is my right not to see them. Same goes for you. Block me if you do not like what you see. I will not censor myself, my writing or who I interact with.

ostracizing people in the rpc: If you don’t like who I am interacting with use your blacklist function. NEVER tell me not to interact with them. If I find out you practice this exclusion tactic on others in the rpc I will purge you off my blog no questions or explanation needed. I totally get it. There are people I don’t like. No one is going to like everyone but do you see me telling others NOT to write with them? Hell no because I know for a fact they have done it to me and others love to listen without all sides to a story.

I also drop people who vague in public servers because it’s straight up childish behavior. I also will not follow or interact with anyone who guilt trips, suicide baits or lies with a pity party song and dance. When you’re found out to be lying or telling other people not to interact with somebody in this RPC I want nothing to do with you. Move on. That’s it.

Drop a like if you made it this far. Whew! No passwords needed. Even if you don’t drop a like it won’t prevent me interacting it’s just nice to see.

#[ooc files]#{~status: updates}#{~status: guidelines}#{{rule post to be linked for a more mobile friendly view}}#{{new rules fully integrated}}#{{thank you loves}}

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lettersofwrittencollective · 6 years ago

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The Pull (15/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word Count: 1368 (Apologies for the shorter chapter!)

Warnings: I don’t believe there are any. If you find anything let me know :)

A/N: As always, please let me know what you thought. Any comments, questions, or concerns. I LOVE hearing/ reading your thoughts!!

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After picking up Lydia, she and Stiles realize that they’re not actually sure where Kira lives.

“She doesn’t live too far from here, actually.” You say as you pull up her address in your phone. At the looks that Lydia and Stiles give you you shrug your shoulders, “What? I went over once. In case you hadn’t noticed we’re both new here.” You pull up the directions and it seems that Kira lives less than 5 minutes from Lydia.

Stiles drives quickly, following the GPS directions. As you pull up, you see Scotts bike and something on the floor. As you get closer, you realize that it’s Scott's body on the floor.

“Stiles?!”

“Yea, I see him,” Stiles says as he comes to an abrupt stop. Before Roscoe's even fully parked, you’ve jumped out of the passenger seat and are making your way towards Scott. As you get closer, you’re distracted by Barrows' scent. Stopping, you don’t notice Stiles and Lydia pass you.

Stiles shakes Scott awake and Scott confirms that Barrow did, in fact, take Kira.

“Lydia, Scott have either of you heard from Allison or Issac?”

Both of them shake their head and you pull your phone out, dialing Isaac's number. He picks up immediately, his voice laced with worry “Natasha?”

“We’re ok. Stiles, Scott, Lydia and I are all fine.. Look, Barrow took Kira and we need to know if you found anything out from the Bestiary?”

“No, Nothing. Just stuff about flies and the dead nothing else.”

“Damn it! Alright, thanks.” you hang up the phone and shake your head at the group in front of you. “He’s got nothing.”

Scott lets out a groan, “We have to think of something. He’s going to kill her.’

“Natasha, Scott- can’t you guys follow Kira's scent?”

“There’s too much gasoline,” Scott says and Stiles turns to you.

“It’s here but Scott's right. There’s too much gas and we wouldn’t be able to track it through the car anyways.”

Stiles turns to Lydia, “You heard the flies, right?”

“What do you hear now?”

Lydia looks toward the ground as if she’s trying to focus and a moment later is shaking her head. “Nothing, I feel like I can do this. But I don’t know what to do. It’s - It’s like it's on the tip of my tongue and I don’t know how to trigger it!” She’s becoming visibly upset and you grab her hand. When she looks at you you squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s ok, we’ll figure this out, Lydia…”

She nods her head before taking a deep breath. Pulling away from you she runs both hands through her long red hair as she says “I just… I swear it literally makes me want to scream!”

Stiles connects the dots before either you or Scott. “Okay, then scream.” When Lydia, doesn’t immediately scream, he says “Lydia, scream.”

She doesn’t hesitate the second time and lets out a high pitched scream... You and Scott both flinch and Stiles covers his ears completely. As the scream ends, Lydia almost seems relieved. You’re surprised that the sound didn’t set off any alarms or any of the neighborhood animals. No one says anything and a minute later, Lydia’s head is tilted upwards towards the sky, “It’s not flies,” she turns to the three of you, a look of certainty on her face. “It’s electricity!”

“Wait a second,” Stiles begins. “Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation.”

“What substation?”

This is a question that no one can actually answer. No one’s even sure where the substations for Beacon Hills are.

“Can anyone get me a laptop?” you ask the three of them as a thought occurs to you. Pulling out your phone, you send a text to T. He’s going to be able to find the information out the fastest, the boy has an uncanny ability to dig up all kinds of information.

You: Need your help with something

Lydia’s house is the closest. You check on Scott and ask if he’s ok to ride on his own. He seems a bit confused by the question and so you hold your hand out for his keys. “I’ll take the bike, go with Stiles and Lydia,” you tell the brunette and while you can tell that he wants to argue but he seems to figure that it’ll take longer arguing with you so he nods his head and heads towards Roscoe.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you look at the screen. Sure enough, T has already responded.

T: What’s up?

You: Power substation in Beacon - how many are there?

T: Not sure - shouldn’t be too many though it’s a small town.

You: Need to know which one Barrow worked at. Do you at least know the company they use?

Putting the phone in your pocket, you startup Scotts bike and follow Stiles back to Lydia's house. Your phone is going off and you know that T is freaking out but you don’t have the time to argue with him. Thankfully, the drive back to Lydia's seems even shorter than the one to Kira’s. Pulling up to her house, you pull the phone out and dial him.

As soon as the line connects, you say “I promise, whatever crazy is going on, I am not in any immediate danger. But there is someone who is and we need to save her. So, please T? I know you’ve already got the information for me.”

He growls over the phone and you have to wait a moment before he sighs and gives you the name of the power company that is responsible for Beacon. He then makes your night that much easier by giving you the address to the one that houses Beacons power grid. After thanking, him.

“Stiles!” you call out, when he pops his head out of the house you tell him you have the address.

“You sure?”

“Positive! Now let’s get going!”

He nods his head and calls Scott and Lydia while coming to you to get the address. As he puts it in his phone, you tell him that you’ll follow on Scotts bike. Pulling into the substation, you’re quick to jump off the bike.

Scotts not far behind you and you find that he’s actually pretty fast. You hear Stiles telling Lydia they need wait for the cops to come and you don’t blame him, the two of them would probably get hurt if they went in.

You make your way inside and a moment later, someone runs into you. They almost knock you on your face but there’s an arm around your waist suddenly that’s keeping you from falling. Looking at the arm, you realize that it belongs to Stiles.

Stepping out of his arm, you turn to see him with the same aluminum bat you had asked about not 24 hours ago. It takes a second for you to put two and two together, “That’s what you meant by protection?!” you yell at the brunette.

He seems confused by your outburst “Yeah, what did you think I meant?”

You’re about to respond when you hear Kira yell for Scott and then a loud crash. You watch as Stiles takes off towards the other end of the empty room and you follow after him.

As you enter the room, you hear Scott telling Barrow that he’s got the wrong person with Kira. You figure that he’s going to transform in front of the man and so you rush past Stiles. Whatever Scott did, Barrow has decided to ignore him because when you round, you see Barrow moving towards Kira. There’s something in his arm that looks like a hose with electricity jumping out of it.

Thankfully neither Barrow nor Kira have seen you and you think that you may be able to actually sneak up on Barrow. As he gets closer to Kira, you begin to speed up, running towards him when Barrows putting the hose to Kira and suddenly, electricity is flying through the room. You flinch and try to cover your eyes but the next thing you know, there’s a sharp pain coursing through you as the world goes black.

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obvidalous · 7 years ago

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11 questions

Thank you for the tag, @bitter-stella! I love memes! I know it took me forever to do this, sorry… I was caught in an endless loop of exams and it wouldn’t let me go until today ;) Now I’m on holiday (yay!), so let’s go back to business xD

RULES: Answer 11 questions from the person who tagged you and then make 11 more for the next people that you tag.

1. If you could only pick one OC to play in every game, who would it be and why? I.e. You can only play as your Shepard for example, but that Shepard would be your protagonist in every future BioWare game/game that allows you to customize the protagonist.

Without any doubt, Sara Ryder. I really fell in love with her. She’s fun to be around, always ready to kick ass, and she loves a good pun as much as I do! I’m sure I’ll never get bored of her, whatever the game. And I love the idea of playing a totally different sort of game with her! I’d love to see her in a medieval armor, leading a charge straight into an army of orcs!

2. What is one movie that you have watched recently that completely blew your expectations out of the water?

I’m afraid I’m not a big fan of movies. I prefer series… I recently watched Treme, a very very VERY good one. If you have not watched it yet and like jazz music, you definitely need to watch this. It’s about New-Orleans, music, and… life. And it really blew me out of the water (no pun intended… I swear!)

3. Name an aspect of your personality that you think is your best.

I am a dreamer. As long as I can dream, I’m happy. I guess that makes me an optimistic, too. Of course, I have bad days like anyone else, but I usually try to see the good side in everything. And when I like something, I never hesitate to say it out loud!

4. What is one luxury you don’t think you could live without?

I’m not proud to admit it… cigarettes. For some it’s coffee… but me, I cannot wake up if I don’t have my morning smoke. Nobody’s perfect, right?

5. Without giving their name or a lot of specifics, describe your favourite romance in a BioWare game and explain why - focus more on how the romance made you feel and what resonated with you.

No need of names, y’all know who I’m talking about ;) What really got to me in this romance, is that it’s not a classic love-at-first-sight story. It’s dark and deep, and with so many things at stake beyond their mutual attraction. It’s a story for grown-ups. And yet, it is also so, so sweet! The way I picture their relation is a mix of all that. And I can really relate to that. And to the handsome smuggler (oops, I said it!)

6. Picture a paradise in your mind’s eye. What do you see? I.e. What does paradise look like to you?

That’s such a hard question! My paradise needs to be sunny, and warm. But what’s more important, is the people that are with me. I don’t really care about the place or the scenery – I need my friends and the people I love to be with me. And my cats. And my computer. That’s all ;)

7. What did you want to be when you were a child? A teenager? An adult? How much has it changed, if at all?

When I was a child, I wanted to be a vet. But I quickly changed my mind when I realized how long I would have to study to do that! As a teenager, I wanted to be a poet. Gosh, disillusion came fast, though. As an adult… I’m studying to become a teacher. I still dream to be an author, someday… but I’m far from achieving that goal. So, teaching would be nice, you know, to start with.

8. What was your very first fandom? Very first pairing/OTP?

I’ve played many games, but ME:A is the first fandom that really got into me, actually. I guess my very first OC was my DA Inquisitor. When I have the time, I’ll try to post a pic of her, I spent so many time creating her! She romanced Cullen (of course… I’m so predictable��) but I wouldn’t consider it my OTP…

9. What’s the last song you listened to?

Janis Joplin – Summertime (listening to it as I’m writing this)

10. Regardless of whether you write or draw, how would you describe your style? How do you perceive it?

Another tough question here… I’m not sure I really have a style, per se, but I like to put some humor in my texts. I just can’t resist a good pun! And a lighter mood gives more impact to the dark side of the story, that’s how I see it anyway. And I also believe in the power of words, so I put extra-care in my choice of words. I mean, if I curse, there’s a purpose to that. Sometimes, it’s relevant to use the f-word – and sometimes it’s better not to. I like to play with words…

11. Why are you here? (I.e. On tumblr or in the fandom) What was the allure?

Well, I’m here for the fun of meeting new people whom I share interest in video games with (irl most of my friends don’t play video games… it’s such a shame…), and for all the gorgeous art, and wonderful fics! I needed more content for my favorite games – and here I can finally get all I want. And even more!

My 11 Questions:

(damn, making up questions is even harder than answering yours…)

1. Current favorite song, album or artist to recommend?

2. Why did you start writing? And how old were you?

3. Is English your mother tongue? And do you speak any other language?

4. Any New year’s resolution? (it’s not too late to choose one…)

5. What’s the first thing you do in the morning?

6. How long have you been on Tumblr?

7. If you won a million dollars, what’s the first thing you would do/buy?

8. Do you have any pet peeves?

9. Do you enjoy multi-player games? Why/why not?

10. What’s your dream destination? What makes you want to go there?

11. Imagine you meet your favorite OC – what’s the first thing you’d say to her/him?

Ok – now I’m gonna sleep for like 12 or even 15 hours, catch up on 72 hours without Tumblr, post my next chapter… and sleep some more.

And I tag (with no obligation)

@ladyinthebluebox @notebookalpha @joufancyhuh @makocartwheels @kenshi-vakarian7 @effelants and @bitter-stella (because I’m evil and I want to know your answers to those!!)

#meme #bitter-stella #about me #about writing

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