#30 day gravitation challenge

[feelingsofaithless]

30 Days Music Challenge {2024 Edition}

↪ Day 20: A song by an artist with a voice that you love → Gravitate – Melissa Bonny It's a rollercoaster, baby Yeah, it's the fucking road to Hell and back And I don't think you'll make it out alive Oh, oh yeah it would kill you to try

[robreyart]

Dance 24 x 30 in, Oil, 2016

The dance of galaxies is at once both fast, slow, and ever so graceful. It’s gravitational choreography challenges our every day concept of time. While our solar system races with a speed of 220 km/s (490,000 mph) in orbit around the center of our galaxy, the Milky Way is so vast that it still takes 240 million years to complete one orbit - far longer than humans have existed.

In about 4.5 billion years, long after we and the Earth are gone, the Milky Way is predicted to be joined by a new dance partner, the Andromeda Galaxy. As spiral arms swing wide with fluid vigor, they will gracefully collide and become one. Yet even in such a cataclysmic union, there is so much space between each star that the collision of individual solar systems is unlikely. Stars will simply slip past each other and begin a new gravitational dance.

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[rosesnbooks]

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Uranus' moon Miranda may have an ocean beneath its surface, study finds

A new study suggests Uranus' moon Miranda may harbor a water ocean beneath its surface, a finding that would challenge many assumptions about the moon's history and composition and could put it in the company of the few select worlds in our solar system with potentially life-sustaining environments.

"To find evidence of an ocean inside a small object like Miranda is incredibly surprising," said Tom Nordheim, a planetary scientist at the Johns Hopkins Applied Physics Laboratory (APL) in Laurel, Maryland, and co-author of the study published in The Planetary Science Journal.

"It helps build on the story that some of these moons at Uranus may be really interesting—that there may be several ocean worlds around one of the most distant planets in our solar system, which is both exciting and bizarre."

Among the moons in the solar system, Miranda stands out. The few images Voyager 2 captured in 1986 show Miranda's southern hemisphere (the only part we've seen) is a Frankenstein-like hodgepodge of grooved terrain quartered off by rough scarps and cratered areas, like squares on a quilt. Most researchers suspect these bizarre structures are the result of tidal forces and heating within the moon.

Caleb Strom, a graduate student at the University of North Dakota who worked with Nordheim and Alex Patthoff of the Planetary Science Institute in Arizona, revisited the Voyager 2 images. The team set out to explain Miranda's enigmatic geology by reverse engineering the surface features, working backward to uncover what the moon's interior structure must have been to shape the moon's geology in response to tidal forcing.

After first mapping the various surface features like cracks, ridges and Miranda's unique trapezoidal coronae, the team developed a computer model to test several possible structures of the moon's interior, matching the predicted stress patterns to the actual surface geology.

The setup that produced the best match between predicted stress patterns and observed surface features required the existence of vast ocean beneath Miranda's icy surface some 100–500 million years ago. This subsurface ocean was at least 62 miles (100 kilometers) deep, according to the study, and hidden beneath an icy crust no more than 19 miles (30 kilometers) thick.

Given Miranda has a radius of just 146 miles (235 kilometers), the ocean would have filled almost half of the moon's body. "That result was a big surprise to the team," Strom said.

Key to creating that ocean, the researchers believe, were tidal forces between Miranda and nearby moons. These regular gravitational tugs can be amplified by orbital resonances—a configuration where each moon's period around a planet is an exact integer of the others' periods.

Jupiter's moons Io and Europa, for example, have a 2:1 resonance: For every two orbits Io makes around Jupiter, Europa makes exactly one, leading to tidal forces that are known to sustain an ocean beneath Europa's surface.

These orbital configurations and the resulting tidal forces deform the moons like rubber balls, leading to friction and heat that keeps interiors warm. This also creates stresses that crack the surface, creating a rich tapestry of geologic features. Numerical simulations have suggested that Miranda and its neighboring moons likely had such a resonance in the past, offering a potential mechanism that could have warmed Miranda's interior to produce and maintain a subsurface ocean.

At some point, the moons' orbital ballet desynchronized, slowing the heating process so that the moon's insides started to cool and solidify. But the team doesn't think Miranda's interior has fully frozen yet. If the ocean had completely frozen, Nordheim explained, it would have expanded and caused certain telltale cracks on the surface, which aren't there.

This suggests that Miranda is still cooling—and may have an ocean beneath its surface even now. Miranda's modern-day ocean is probably relatively thin, Strom noted. "But the suggestion of an ocean inside one of the most distant moons in the solar system is remarkable," he said.

Miranda wasn't predicted to have an ocean. With its small size and old age, scientists thought it would likely be a frozen ball of ice. Any leftover heat from its formation was assumed to have dissipated long ago. But as Patthoff pointed out, predictions about ice moons can be wrong, as evidenced by Saturn's moon Enceladus.

Before the Cassini spacecraft arrived in 2004, many scientists thought Enceladus was a frozen ball of ice and rock. But it was actually harboring a global ocean and active geological processes. "Few scientists expected Enceladus to be geologically active," Patthoff said. "However, it's shooting water vapor and ice out of its southern hemisphere as we speak." Enceladus is now a prime target in the search for life beyond Earth.

Miranda might be a similar case. It's comparable in size and composition to Enceladus, and according to a 2023 study led by APL's Ian Cohen, it may be actively releasing material into space. If it has (or even had) an ocean, it could be a future target for studying habitability and life. However, Nordheim cautions that there's still too much we don't know about Miranda and the Uranian moons to speculate about the existence of life.

"We won't know for sure that it even has an ocean until we go back and collect more data," he said. "We're squeezing the last bit of science we can from Voyager 2's images. For now, we're excited by the possibilities and eager to return to study Uranus and its potential ocean moons in depth."

Revealing the secrets of Uranus' icy moons

Uranus' icy moons have fascinated scientists ever since Voyager 2 captured stunning images of them, and valuable data about them, during its brief flyby in 1986. This latest study, led by Caleb Strom and APL's Tom Nordheim, is part of a broader effort at APL to uncover the secrets of these mysterious moons and the unusual planet they orbit:

2023: A team led by APL's Ian Cohen reanalyzed particle and magnetic data from Voyager 2's flyby and found Uranus' moons Ariel and Miranda may both be releasing material into the space environment around Uranus, possibly through plumes.

2024: APL's Richard Cartwright used observations of Uranus' moon Ariel by NASA's James Webb Space Telescope to conclude the moon may have a subsurface ocean that's replenishing its surface deposits of carbon dioxide ice—a topic he presented at the recent meeting of the American Astronomical Society.

IMAGE: Uranus’ icy moon Miranda, captured by NASA’s Voyager 2 spacecraft on Jan. 24, 1986. Credit: NASA/Jet Propulsion Laboratory-Caltech

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Short replies! As many as I can write in 30 minutes! Let’s goooooooooo

Anonymous asked:

Deuce should have put a ring on his mom if he didn't want anyone to flirt with her. she's free for picking

Yeah, by the time Deuce figures it out there’s going to be a line of people who want to put a ring on his mom, and I stand in this line too.

Anonymous asked:

Which anime characters do you love drawing the most?

This is such a difficult question to answer, I can’t pick 😭 Pretty much every title that we watch or read or play has a bunch of characters that I adore drawing, but I guess I gravitate towards characters with long hair and unusual hairstyles or outfits?? I also feel the urge to try to draw a character when they are out of my comfort zone, which doesn’t mean that I always do it or good at it, but I always have fun drawing stuff in a different art style (like the guys from Scott Pilgrim),with complicated outfits (like Barok van Zieks) or with mechanic parts (like Ortho!)… but the last one is pretty recent, I just noticed that I kind of enjoy drawing it. I guess I love a challenge? In a way? It’s just more fun that way.

By my comfort type of character and a default option would be a gloomy boy/girl in a hoody, my heart is always smiling whenever I draw this type.

Examples of some of my faves throughout the years (without twst): Levi (SnK), Ainosuke (sk8), Killua (HxH), Shiroba (DMMD), Apollo Justice (AA), Geto (JJK)… this is just a few of them.

I also still think that Prussia from Hetalia is our ultimate boy because I’ve been drawing him for about 15 years now lol

Anonymous asked:

Omg, your boob post,bless u... What would Riddle think of her childhood friend having those honkers though?? (Also, her burying her face in those tits or fondling them with curiosity lol)

Ahh thank you so much, Anon!! <3

I still giggle every time I think about how we ended up with poor Riddle being surrounded by busty girls, I swear it wasn’t intentional. But the more I think about it, the funnier and more Freudian it gets… what an aggressive way to heal mommy issues and an acute deficiency of tight hugs.

To answer your question, I think Riddle was kind of surprised when she saw Trey after being separated because she didn’t think boobs could get that big. Logically yes, it makes sense, but seeing it in person is different. Riddle always does her best to be proper and act like a lady, but I can imagine her eyes sliding down all the time during their first conversation. Trey would absolutely notice…

Riddle is indeed very curious, and it’s pretty obvious, but she would never talk about it or even ask to touch Trey’s boobs, but maybe one day… you know, for science… or Trey is just going to offer it herself lol save that girl, Trey.

Honestly? If Riddle could just bury her face in Trey’s chest for a minute or two, I think a lot of her tantrums would just… not happen. She would be so calm…

Alright, now Trey owes this to humanity.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Why do I deeply headcanon Night Raven Collage have orgies? I kind of blame you

😭Look at us being the worst influence on this fandom LOL

Ironically, I don't think we ever talked about orgies and such?

NRC might have a secret student society for orgies though...

Anonymous asked:

Eric Venue can get it though 🥵

And he did! That’s how we got Vil 🥰

hipsterteller asked:

Have you seen Vil’s father?! And why do I get a feeling you might be putting him and Trein together?

Yes, we have! He looks great, and based on everything we’ve seen and heard so far (as always, we aren’t watching the event just yet), he is everything we wished and expected him to be, so I’m very satisfied hehe.

I don’t know about your feeling though, do you want us to? 👀 Is it because of another certain stylish young man?

We don’t know who we’re going to ship Papa Schoenheit with though, only time will tell…

Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say i absolutely adore your Ortho x Vil stuff!

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 I am very happy that you love them!

Anonymous asked:

Do ya think Sebek has fantasies ab breeding Malleus

Kind of talked about it here!

But also in general, I feel like Sebek has all kinds of dreams about Malleus, like he wouldn’t dare to actively fantasise about it, but his mind keeps showing him so many naughty scenarios that he finds it very difficult to look at Malleus after that sometimes…

Anonymous asked:

Do you guys ever think about how Floyd would try to breed Riddle?

Because he probably didn't understand how human bodies work at first (was probably taught but got bored listening)

Floyd probably like : Where the baby bump?

Then Riddle would be like : Baby bump? I can't have babies -

*insert small sad Floyd in eel form here*

Awwww, poor eel, he was so sure that he found his mate 😔 Keep trying, buddy, maybe you’ll get him next time. Or the time after that. Basically, just keep mating with him until you change his entire anatomy lol

We haven’t really thought about this specific theme, but we did talk about Floyd being in heat and being all over Riddle, so at least there’s that!

Anonymous asked:

Hello!!  Iirc, you guys don't read the TWST mangas or light novel right?  There's a bit in the new 4-koma manga I'd thought you'd like: Rook, Leona, and Idia have to paint something and then make it move with magic.  Rook paints himself about to shoot an arrow that always aims at Leona.  Then the Rook in the painting comes to life and terrorizes the Savanaclaw students, so Leona smacks Painting!Rook with his canvas where P!Rook decides to stay.  Leona's okay with it cause it means he doesn't have to paint anything.  Idia's just there to judge I guess.

(new head canon, Leona's a pillow princess)

Hi Anon! Yeah, I heard that they’re making a 4-koma manga, and even though we don’t read any additional twst material, I really love that they’re making it! I love 4-komas, they’re silly lol

The one that you described is golden and pretty in-character; god poor Idia who had to witness all that lol I love that just running around and shooting beast boys is pretty much Rook’s entire essence…

It also makes sense that Leona would do something like this omg, paint your own picture you lazy bitch 😭

(also not a headcanon, Anon, this is 100% factual)

Anonymous asked:

I….That anon was….personally offended by a headcanon? I’m so confused…

(related to this reply)

Maybe?? I don’t know, but they weren’t rude about it or anything, so I hope it’s all good.

Anonymous asked:

Jade can gaslight me all he wants…

Don't encourage him, Anon... he is already very ill-behaved.

Anonymous asked:

Jinx from Arcane looks like Idia’s long lost sister.

Don't know much about her other than her design and some bits and pieces of her story, but Idia with two pigtails would look very cute.

[catsteinbooks]

Good Omens 30 Day Challenge! (x)

Day 8: Favorite Angel (not Aziraphale)

Look at them! They're so darn cute!

Seriously, Muriel is sweet and kind. They're helpful and enthusiastic. They're lonely and the other angels look down on them and ignore them. They deserve a hug. Muriel's good heart, curiosity, and fascination with Earth are enormously endearing. They fear doing the wrong thing, like all the angels do (damn you, oppressive Heavenly bureaucracy), but when faced with a choice, they instinctively gravitate toward doing the right thing. When Crowley insists on being taken to Heaven, Muriel frets about it, but still helps -- because they see Crowley as Crowley, not as "a demon" like the other angels do. Metatron might call them "dim", but really they see so much more than most angels do. They see outside the system and the black/white thinking. Makes you wonder how they ended up a 37th level scrivener, doesn't it?

[nuuralshams]

13.04.2023 - Day 36/42

Our office is moving because the gvt is demolishing our current building, and my colleague packed and sent over my stuff at the office. Pictured is almost 4 years of meeting notes, to do lists and braindumps 💭 I also had a super productive day wrapping up my tasks because I'm going to be utilising my sick leaves from the medical certificate I got from the doctor for the remaining days of my cast :)

Ramadan Challenge 2023

Ramadan Day 22/30: What is something you always miss about Ramadan when it’s over? / What do you think you might miss this year?

Definitely the "spirit" of Ramadan, that feeling that motivates all of us to strive to do our best in terms of worship and also in terms of our character this month. The way you gravitate towards good deeds and to better your akhlaq, it's truly special during Ramadan and in sha Allah, it lasts with us after Ramadan too. And also, the way there's more focus on family and community as well.

As for this Ramadan, it's a different one indeed and selfishly speaking, I think I might miss being exempted from kitchen duties when I have to do it next year 😂 Also will definitely miss all this extra time and freedom I got for worship as well as leisure 🤍

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2023 | Scogan Bingo challenge MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WHUMPTOBER 2023 SCOGAN STORIES PLEASE NOTE: STORIES OF DAY 7 - 31 DOUBLE AS ENTRIES FOR THE SCOGAN BINGO CHALLENGE, ROUND 1 (SBC_005)

Day 1 - NOW THAT WE'VE LOST THE MOON (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Safety Net”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 2 - ALASKA ON MY MIND (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Thermometer”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 3 - SMOOTH IMPROVISING (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Make it stop.”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 4 - REFRACTIONS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “I see the danger. It’s written there in your eyes.”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 5 - HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Pinned Down”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 6 - A VARIANT OF HAPPINESS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Made To Watch”, additional content for Whumptober 2023)

Day 7 - PICK YOUR BATTLES (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Alleyway”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Holding Hands”)

Day 8 - STILL ON THE CLOCK (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'It's all for nothing.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Caresses and Kisses”)

Day 9 - NO GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Mistaken Identity”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Pillows”)

Day 10 - REAWAKENING INSTINCTS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Broken Phone”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Breaking The Rules”)

Day 11 - JUST TO BRING YOU BACK HOME (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Captivity”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sneaking In/Out”)

Day 12 - IN THIS TOGETHER NOW (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Insomnia”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Facing The Darkness Together”)

Day 13 - SOME INNER FUCKING PEACE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Cold Compress”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Yoga AU”)

Day 14 - FEEL WHAT I FEEL (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Flare”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Soulmate: You feel the same sensations your soulmate is feeling [pain, touch, sexual]”)

Day 15 - SUNDAY MORNING AFTER (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “I'm Fine.”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Hangover”)

Day 16 - ON THE WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Gurney/Flatline/'Don't go where I can't follow'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Our Song”)

Day 17 - SWEETEST TEMPTATION (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Collar”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Dessert”)

Day 18 - OUR LOVE LANGUAGE DIALECT (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Blindfold/Tortured For Information”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Impulse Shopping”)

Day 19 - TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Floral Bouquet”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Poppy [Red] - Pleasure”)

Day 20 - COLDNESS OF SPACE (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Blanket/Found Family”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sharing Fantasies”)

Day 21 - BASIC INSTINCTS (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Restraints/“Don’t move.”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sharing Coded Love Words”)

Day 22 - LOOKING FOR SOMETHING DUMB TO DO (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Glass Shard/Vehicular Accident/'Watch out!'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Honeymoon”)

Day 23 - LET'S BE BAD GUYS (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'Who's there?'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Bounty Hunters AU”)

Day 24 - MY EYES WHEN I COULDN'T SEE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “If only I could dream in a little less colour”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Neighbors AU”)

Day 25 - FEEL I'M IN HEAVEN (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Storm”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Oral Sex”)

Day 26 - BATHE ME IN SIN (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “'You look awful.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Sex In The Shower/Tub”)

Day 27 - GRAVITATIONAL FORCE (Whumptober 2023 Prompts “Matches/Scars/'Let me see'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Pick-Up Line”)

Day 28 - YOUR TASTE ON MY TONGUE (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Bloody Knife”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Flavored Condoms”)

Day 29 - WHAT IS WRITTEN IN YOUR HISTORY (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Troubled Past Resurfacing”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Dirty Talk”)

Day 30 - OPEN MY EYES FOR ME (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Bridal Carry”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “Image Prompt: Red BDSM/sex toys”)

Day 31 - MY SPIRIT'S SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD (Whumptober 2023 Prompt “Emptiness/Setbacks/"'Take it easy.'”, Scogan Bingo challenge Prompt “FREE”, Scogan Bingo challenge Halloween/Spooky-themed adoptables “9 - Back From The Dead”)

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[e1ectrostatic]

30 Day Fictionkind Challenge Day 15

Q: How do you deal with kin-for-fun?

A: Eh... "Deal with" is a bit strong wording. I don't, really. I mostly just avoid them, I suppose?

They've muddied the waters with regards to the fictionkin community, that's for sure. It's hard to know for certain what someone means nowadays when they say they "kin" a character. Would they think I'm "taking things too far", or are they like me and just tend to use language and terminology associated with KFF?

It's impossible to know for sure, so I just tend to avoid socializing too much in spaces where KFF tend to congregate. I also choose to gravitate towards spaces geared towards alterhumans in general. If someone knows the term "alterhuman" and considers themself part of that community, they're probably a safe bet for pleasant conversation. Alterhuman conventions are also great to find like-minded folks.

When I do talk to kin-for-fun, I stay friendly, though, as long as they're friendly too. I've still had pleasant conversations with KFF about our experiences with fiction because they were understanding and accepting towards perspectives that differed from theirs. And on my end, it was interesting to hear about an experience that was different from mine, but was still an "alternative" way to engage with fiction.

I'll always feel like there's an invisible wall between us though, or "language barrier" so to speak. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy talking to people regardless of their experience as long as they're respectful, but it does feel nice knowing I'm among those that "get" me.

I also just wish misinformation on what fictionkin is wasn't so rampant. The sentiment that there's a barrier between us really just comes from the fact that misinformation has made the fictionkin community much harder to navigate. I'll always argue that KFF would be more than welcome in the general alterhuman community, as long as they're kind and respectful. There is terminology that better suits their experiences than "fictionkin", and I wish those terms (or just "alterhuman" in general) had more reach. That would help the community greatly. But I digress.

To sum it up, yeah I just avoid KFF, generally, and gravitate towards spaces geared towards alterhumans. I only interact with KFF incidentally, and am friendly as long as they're friendly too. I refuse to engage with those who are rude, toxic, or trying to troll. Blocklist 1,000,000 years no trial.

Eventually, I hope to have made a positive impact in combatting misinformation about what it means to be fictionkind. I guess writing my thoughts and experiences down like this is a good start.

[viperwhispered]

30 days of twst challenge - day 24: What club would you join?

So according to the wiki, these are the clubs we know of:

Spelldrive Club

Equestrian Club

Basketball Club

Track and Field Club

Film Research Club

Science Club

Pop Music Club

Board Game Club

Mountain Lover Club

Gargoyle Studies Club

Yeah I’d pretty much immediately gravitate towards board games. I’m not much for athleticism, and I do enjoy playing board games anyway, so I think it’d be right up my alley.

Just, maybe not joining the same table or game with Azul and Idia, because while I do take my games fairly seriously too, I’m not sure playing with these two tryhards would be necessarily enjoyable.

Alternatively, I could see myself joining / starting up a (yarn)crafts club or some sort of a fantasy reading club.

[latelyanobsession]

Hell To Play - Part 2

summary thinking you were nothing but a dump and run, your hot n' heavy heartthrob is back. but are you willing to play nice after the way he left you? he did drive all this way to see you.

warnings teen squabbling, cursing, little to no plot, smut heavy, rough smut, catholic schoolgirl/good girl & bad boy trope

word count 2,168

note this is going to develop into a smut leaning series. and will be updated as i find the time. hope you guys enjoy! also would love to hear input for what kind of scenarios you'd like to see reader and billy have in this series! so let me know!

Part One

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You exited the south doors of St. John the Divine Catholic High School, chatting happily with your friends about catching a movie that weekend. Reviewing the day's tests and giggling about the dumb thing that James Otterbine had said in Spanish class.

Your friend Kim, paused in the conversation, her eyes latching onto something in the distance.

"Um, Y/N I think that guy's staring at us..." she looked around you curiously.

You looked over your shoulder, "what guy?"

The smile fell from your face, and your gut dropped to your toes.

It was him.

Leaning up against his navy blue racer, was Billy Hargrove lighting a cigarette.

"Do you know him?" Kim asked.

You laughed nervously, "Me? No... nah. But tell ya what, I'll go get rid of him." You dropped your tone to barely above a whisper, "asshole."

As you stormed up to the camaro, he greeted you with a drawn-out exhale of smoke.

"Hey, schoolgirl. Miss me?" he asked smugly.

"You wish." you scoffed, arms crossing tight across your cardigan.

He shrugged, head tilting and unbothered as he took another puff of his cigarette. "Well that blows..." he concluded.

"Yeah and how's that?" you humored him, an eyebrow cocked.

"Cuz I drove all this way, and you're gonna put on a charade." He exhaled, his shoulders dropping for emphasis, "when we both know you're not the goody-two-shoes you pretend to be..."

Your face flushed, eyes flickering in momentary panic. "Shut up."

The smirk on his lips said it all.

He was right.

You inhaled deeply. You couldn't let him compromise your image, but you also couldn't deny the gravitational pull he held over you.

"Not here..." you pressed out reluctantly. "Come back in 30... When everyone's gone."

His eyes flashed bright, as he quickly flicked his smoke to the wayside, getting in the car, and leaving.

Walking back to your friend, you smiled weakly. "See? Problem solved."

A little over half an hour later you were sitting on one of the school planters waiting when an engine roared into the now empty school lot.

Pulling up to the curb, he rolled down the passenger window looking at you amused. "Comin?"

You rose without a word and got into the car. Eyes scanning around, on the off chance that you might be caught by someone you knew.

He blew out of the school parking lot, engine revving as the landscape around you began to blur.

"Where are we going?" you asked, expecting to be taken back to that same gritty service road you visited the first time you'd been together.

He looked over at you, smile pricking his lips, tongue peeking out at the corner. "You're that impatient, huh? Want me to stop anywhere and bend you over?" he challenged, foot toeing heavily on the brakes.

Your eyes went wide, heart thumping wildly. "N-no! That's not what I meant. I just..."

He took a sudden sharp turn down a farm access road, stopping short of a small thicket of trees. The fields were flat and barren in the early spring air, the planting barely starting.

"Billy we'll be seen" you hissed desperately, your eyes pleading.

He was already out of the car, coming around to open your door.

"Relax, no one's gonna know their ass from their elbow out here." he reasoned, leaning on your door.

Tentatively stepping a foot out of the car you looked around. "Are you sure? I don't wanna get in tro-"

Billy wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling you the rest of the way out, slamming the door, and pinning you against it. "Are you gonna be a good girl your whole fucking life? Or are you gonna live a little?" he growled.

You whined lightly, a conflicted expression working its way through your features. Your lip pouted and eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

His eyes regarded you hotly, a hand raking down your arm, the other pressing into your hip. "What's it gonna be?"

You tipped your gaze downward in thought, this decision was harder than it should be.

On the one hand, you had so many expectations to uphold, but on the other... his grip felt so nice and firm. You wanted to see what would happen if you followed him down this path of ruin and self-destruction.

Wrinkling your nose cutely, you fought out your decision before finally looking up at him. "Ok."

Leaning in for a kiss you were taken by surprise, Billy's hands wrapping around your waist and flipping you 180 from the passenger's side door and over the hood of the car.

Eyes wide, you winced, hands splaying out on the hood trying to prop yourself upright.

"Billy." you complained, trying to back off the car's nose only to feel his gruff hands hold you in place.

"Nuh uh, Baby." he tittered smoothly, pressing himself over you. His hand sweeping your ponytail aside to place sharp nipping kisses down the nape of your neck.

With denim rubbing on plaid, he ground himself against you. A small huff of pleasure leaving his lips as his hands rucked your skirt up your thighs. The chill spring air tickling bare skin as the material was flipped over the swell of your ass onto your back.

"Oh?" the questioning lilt to his voice made your head lift, looking back at him. "Do you wear these all the time?"

His palm ran smoothly down a bare cheek and then the other, fingers hooking into the thin line of material running betwixt them. Rubbing the red thong between his thumb and forefinger.

A sharp slap hit your skin, making you gasp in audible surprise.

Another cutting slap to other cheek, ripping a drawn out whimper from your lips.

"C'mon, Good girl. Answer me." he chided, with two more short slaps. His hand winding in your waistband and slowly pulling down. "Are you a slut for everyone?"

Whining childishly, you craned your neck to look at him. "No, I'm not." you ground out stubbornly, feet stepping from your panties one leg at a time.

He laughed, pocketing your underwear. "That so? Good girl to the end?" he taunted, knuckles traveling back up the length of your thighs. "We'll see."

He took a firm grasp of you. Hands digging into the flesh of your ass, and spreading you. His feet prying your legs apart and setting you wide.

"Billy what're y-?" the question fell flat as a long broad swipe of his tongue hit your cunt from front to back, a lewd whimper caught in your throat.

"Ahhh! Ah!" You simpered, hips slanting to meet his mouth as another thick wet stroke crossed your slit.

The lewd smack of his lips against your pussy as he pulled away briefly. "Something to say, Baby?" He asked innocently, before returning.

His tongue delved between your folds, padding south and rounding your clit in heavy circles before ascending again.

You had nothing to say. Jaw slack, and eyes lolling back lazily with each passing of his tongue. Chuffing out contented sighs like a sated kitten with a saucer of cream.

Shifting his jaw, his tongue flickered across your clit deftly. Lips suckling the bud with delicious pressure, before releasing with a wet pop.

You were squirming under his touch. Soft sighs growing to light panting moans. As his tongue ran up your length to settle heavily at your entrance and prod. His tongue lapping it's way into your hole with each push of his jaw, eventually setting. Tongue wriggling and darting within you before falling flat to lash itself against your clit once again.

"Billy please!" You whined, fingers curling. Looking for any piece of reality to grab hold of.

A deep rumbling growl vibrated through your folds as he pulled away. Strings of spittle connecting you. "Too much already Baby? Maybe you are a Good girl? Is that it?" He mused, fussing with his belt.

"Are you just too good? Can't handle a decent fuck?" He pulled his jeans down, cock springing free to rest on your ass making you shiver at the contact.

Taking his dick in hand he rubbed himself against you. The length dragging up and down your folds. "Which is it Baby?" He asked.

"Please..." you stated simply, panting and breathy.

He arched a begrudging eyebrow, "Please?"

You repeated yourself, voice quivering as you angled you hips high for him.

He laughed low and sultry, teeth flashing as he leaned in on you, picking up on your little game.

"Oh no. No no no." he cooed, tangling a hand in your ponytail and yanking you to his chest. "Use those big fancy words I know they teach you at that preppy school." He baited before releasing you, a hand resting on your ass, thumb stroking the skin.

The stiff crinkle of a wrapper entering the air, followed by a rip.

Tapping his dick against you a couple times, he teased his cockhead at your entrance, pressing just enough for you to feel the stretch only to be removed.

"Good girls use their words at least..." He growled apathetically.

Chest heaving, you gulped in air, trying to focus. "Fuck me. Please." You begged.

"And why should I?" Billy drawled, cock teasing you. Lightly prodding only to withdraw and rub himself against your folds.

"Because..." You swallowed thickly with a shiver "because I'm... not... Not a good girl."

His interest was peaked, dick pushing just a subtle amount further within you. "Are you now?"

"No", you whined pathetically in frustration, "please fuck me. I need you."

He bottomed out without warning. Ripping a loud keen from your chest.

"Fuck!" He snarled, with a snap of his hips. "Tight!"

The pace was brutal from the outset. Billy thrusting into you with sheer force, pressing you harshly against the car. Your feet barely touching the gravel, each stroke forcing you higher onto the hood.

Trying to steady yourself, you threw your hands out, palms sliding with a sweaty squeal across the metal. "Billy! Gah, ahhh!" you moaned, losing your balance.

A thick hand seized your ponytail, fingers entangling and jerking you back. Pulling you upright as his thrusts hit deeper, sending beats of eye popping pleasure through you. Guttural moans mixing with thick rasping grunts at each connection.

"Billy!" you whined, your breath hitching in heightened huffs.

A resounding slap hit your ass in response as he pressed his weight on top of you. His strokes growing meaner and impossibly deeper. His hand coiling around your hip toward your core, fingering your folds searching.

You arched into his touch when he grazed it, a strangled moan tumbling from your throat. The rough pad of his finger swiping over it again, his hips pressing snugly up against yours. Burrying himself in you to the fullest extent possible and putting tears in your eyes.

He stilled. "Are you a good girl?" he asked, voice gruff and husky.

You tried to push away from him. Anything to get even just a half inch between you, it was so overwhelming. "N-no." you whimpered brokenly.

"Then what are you?" he hummed, hand tugging your ponytail back. Cranking your neck until you looked up at him.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and doll like. A rut of his hips bringing you back to focus on your task.

"What. Are. You?" he commanded.

"Dirty." you concluded, with a mewl.

He growled, hand freeing your hair and locking around your neck. Drawing you up close.

"Damn fuckin right." he replied with a deep grunt, withdrawing and thrusting back, making you cry out.

Holding you close, his fingers pressed down hard on your clit, your legs beginning to shake.

"Billy please!" you begged, hands clutching at him. Any part you could take hold of.

"Say it..." he grated, hips faltering, hand wrapped around your throat.

"m.. your ... " you wailed, knees starting to buckle. Your world was starting to spin. You could feel that thin threshold about to give way. "your dirty girl." you choked out with each thrust.

With one final deep stroke, you came. Practically bawling. Tears beginning to twinge your cheeks as Billy's thrusts began to waver.

"Fuck..." he bit out, lips finding purchase on your shoulder. His hips stuttering and legs stiffening with a long drawn groan. "Fuuuuuuuck, my dirty girl."

Placing a kiss at the base of your neck he pulled out. You whined sullenly at the deprivation, before pushing yourself back onto both feet and standing.

Reaching skyward with a stretch, you rolled out your shoulders and began straightening yourself out. Retucking your shirt and smoothing your cardigan, you flipped your skirt back into place. "Billy, where're my panties?" you asked.

Zipping his fly, he looked out the corner of his eye at you. "You're not getting those back."

"Why not?" you gaped at him.

Slinging his arms around you he drew you in and kissed you. Lips pert and demanding, before pulling away.

"Because," he said, "Dirty girls don't need them."

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober Day 31: Pumpkinhead

Thanks, as ever, to @thestarlightsymphony for the prompt list…of what may as well be called Bebop-une at this point! I want to FINALLY finish all the Beboptober prompts—as out-of-season as this one may be!—so I can turn my energy to the lovely @bebopcrew’s 30-Day Writing Challenge for the month of July.

Fittingly enough, this fic is inspired by the work of @aldreantreuperi, one of the lovely admins of the Bebop Crew server—specifically, by THEIR final fanfic for Beboptober, taking place during Cowboy Bebop: The Movie—Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door and detailing how Jet carved Ed’s pumpkin mask and watched Ed construct her Halloween costume. I wanted to write some of that same scene from Ed’s point of view! Their fic, in turn, was inspired by @jetspikepub sharing the pictures from the brochure that came with the movie!

Also, tomorrow I’ll probably publish my collected Beboptober fics on AO3 and publish a link to them! (Update: Here’s the link!)

And with this, and after far too many months, I bid a fond farewell to Beboptober…

Ed strode into the Bebop’s storage bay decisively, Ein following closely beside her. They took a look around the area, piled high with sealed boxes, baskets, and crates, then immediately began searching through whatever was readily accessible. The two of them were on the hunt for anything that would make Ed the perfect Halloween costume—paired, of course, with the jack-o’-lantern that Jet, back in the kitchen, was carving out of the great big pumpkin he’d procured and that she’d already resolved to wear over her head. What was Halloween without a mask, after all?

She had carefully sketched out the design she wanted for the jack-o’-lantern’s face, and as Jet carved it, he’d sent her off to find other supplies for a costume. She was exultant with joy, already imagining running out into the streets of Alba City to trick-or-treat, snack on deliciously sweet candy, and see the big parade that filled the streets with big balloons and costumed revelers—a Halloween celebration the likes of which Ed had never before experienced.

But before she did all of that, she’d need a proper costume.

The first thing she gravitated towards was a huge sombrero with a wide brim. Ed liked the colorful pattern around the inside, but when she plopped it down onto her head, it promptly slipped right over her eyes. It took a bit of blind groping for her to get the thing off. No way would that work with the jack-o’-lantern mask she was planning. Farther into the storage bay, she discovered a pair of ruby-red stilettos that had probably belonged to Faye at one point. The heel of one of the shoes had broken off, and now the pair lay broken and discarded. But this didn’t stop Ed from slipping her bare feet into the shoes anyway and taking a few tentative steps, wobbly and uneven. However, it didn’t take long for her to kick the shoes off her feet, sending them sailing back into the oblivion of the storage bay. They probably wouldn’t have been much fun to trick-or-treat in, anyway.

She rifled through a few more boxes, some of which produced interesting finds—including a tie that looked like one of Spike’s, ballpoint pens that still had a bit of ink in them, some wires and cords that she’d have to remember to plug into Tomato to see if they fit, and the old holographic chessboard (she thought they’d lost it after her week-long chess game with the old chessmaster, Hex!)—but none of which were promising as supplies to use for her costume. She was about to give up and look elsewhere on the ship when Ein began sniffing at an old cardboard box, then barking at what he found. Ed bounded over and pulled out the object at the top of the box, and her face immediately lit up. “Great find, Ein!” she said, and the dog barked in appreciation.

Ein had uncovered an old piece of cloth, possibly some scrap material from an old blanket or jacket. Ed knew immediately what she could use it for: a cape! It was a dark turquoise color and would reach down to just past her bottom when worn on her back, and it was the perfect article to pair with her jack-o’-lantern mask to make practically any kind of costume she could imagine. And as a bonus, if she slung it across her back, it worked well for carrying the pumpkin when she wasn’t wearing it! She wasted no time in tying it around her neck and imagining its endless costume possibilities. Her imagination ran wild.

First, she drew the cape closely around her, grabbed one of the pens, and pointed it off in a random direction, shouting “Abraaaaa-cadabraaaa!” and “Alakazam!” in her most mysterious, commanding voice. She was Edward the Great, Edward the Mysterious and Powerful, master of the arcane magical arts, commander of the universe, bending the world to her whims….

But she quickly abandoned this idea, tossing the pen aside. The cape wasn’t quite long or dark or imposing enough to belong to a proper wizard or warlock; she was pretty sure real magicians wouldn’t have their skinny legs poking out from the bottom of it. Besides, while having magical powers would be fun, she wasn’t really sure she wanted to bend the whole wide universe to her whims. That would get pretty boring after a while. It was more interesting to see what life would bring her, where it would take her next. (Although having a bit of magic certainly wouldn’t hurt!)

Next, she adjusted the cape to flow behind her, clambered up to the top of one of the stacks of crates, and perched precariously on the edge, her fist poised high above her in a triumphant gesture. She was Super-Ed, defender of justice, savior of…uh, people who needed saving. There had to be a lot of those out there, right? And she could be the superhero they needed. “Up, up, and away!” she yelled out at the top of her lungs as she leapt off the top, feeling for a moment like she really could fly, like she had powers flowing through her veins.

Luckily, she was able to break her fall without hitting anything else in the storage bay or knocking over any of the crates. From there, she ran around the storage area as fast as she could, her cape flapping and fluttering behind her as Ein—her loyal superhero sidekick?—followed as fast as his stubby corgi legs would take him. In her imagination, she was flying across a bustling city, rescuing civilians, fighting bad guys—kind of like what Spike, Jet, and Faye did, but flashier. Not to mention more fun. “Shazam!” she shrieked as she leapt over boxes of random odds and ends. “To infinity…and beyond!”

At one point, she had the bright idea to grab the tie she’d found earlier and secure it over her eyes, just like the mask a real superhero would wear. She shut her eyes tight as she tied the knot in the back of her head; then, giggling madly, she set off in another run—and immediately crashed into one of the stacks.

Right. Real superhero masks had eyeholes.

After rubbing her lightly bruised shin and doing away with the makeshift superhero mask (it wouldn’t have worked with her pumpkin mask anyway), Ed pulled off the cape and sat for a bit in thought, going through her mental catalog of other suitable costumes—until, finally, she had it. She once again tied the cape securely around her neck, pulling the knot closed with a decisive, confident tug, and let it flutter behind her on her back. “Spooky, spooky vampire! A-ha-ha-ha-ha!” she said under her breath.

Then, she loomed over Ein—her face menacing, her hands with claw-like fingers poised on either side of her head, and pretending her teeth were long, pointy fangs. “I vant to suck your blooood!” she said in her best, slightly warbling, Dracula voice. Ein drew back and whimpered a little, his ears low on his head. Ed quickly snapped out of character, then gently pet his head to let him know she hadn’t really meant to frighten him.

The costume was perfect—perfectly spooky, for Halloween—and would fit right in with the masses of people trick-or-treating on Alba City. It was bound to bring in tons of candy, too. With this cape, she was fully equipped for what was sure to be the best Halloween celebration in the whole Solar System—or, at least, the best one she’d ever had.

“C’mon, Ein!” she exclaimed, and together the two of them ran back to Jet in the kitchen, crashing into things as was their wont. Ed was laughing, brimming with holiday excitement, ready to take this costume to the streets of Alba City. She couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.

Since she’d joined the Bebop crew, since she’d made these new friends that she loved with all her heart, she’d had so many adventures that she felt like they would never end. The world, in her eyes, was brimming with possibility and promise. Anything could happen.

Anything was possible.

[catsteinbooks]

Good Omens 30 Day Challenge! (x)

Day 5: Favorite member of The Them

While all of The Them have their own wonderful traits, Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, aka Pepper, wins the title of my favorite. She's got a number of iconic lines, she's snarky and prickly, and she doesn't take anyone's shit. She's not afraid to be potentially "unlikeable" and that makes her very likeable indeed.

She's also not a girl who wants to be a boy, but rather a girl who wants to be herself without any gendered expectations from society, and I think that's an important thing to portray. Cis people suffer from strict gender norms too! I always gravitated toward the "tomboy" characters when I was a kid, for now-obvious gender reasons. Pepper does a great job conveying important messages with her insistence that she 1) should not be excluded or ignored for being a girl and 2) should be able to like the things she likes whether they're "girl things" or "boy things".

Also, she starts the battle with the horsepersons by stabbing War with a flaming sword, and how cool is that?

[aeshnalacrymosa]

Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

My first finished fic was for Twilight. I was not a fan of the franchise, but I was enamored of the Leah/Sam/Emily subplot because I had enormous sympathy for Leah Clearwater in that situation. So I wrote a post-canon fic called “Wolf People” where Leah leaves La Push and falls in love with a man who has a few secrets of his own.

2. Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

I recently participated in Encantober and I am currently an artist for the Encanto Big Bang. If there is another similar event, I may try being a writer. (I think I’m a good writer, but I’m a better artist IMO.)

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

I write fics from start to finish, but I tend to conceptualize the ending first. The rest of the narrative works its way to it more easily that way.

4. Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I don’t do outlines. I let my writing lead me.

5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

Preferably alone in my room, with a personal mood music that helps me think.

6. If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

Roughly 1500 words.

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Sometimes there are characters that I just don’t know or don’t relate to very well, and I end up neglecting them.

8. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

Yes, I always listen to music when I write. I really like rock music, but sometimes it distracts me, so lately I’ve been gravitating to instrumental or foreign-language songs. (Not understanding the lyrics means I don’t get tempted to stop and listen.) In the last couple of years, it has been the compositions of Hildegard von Bingen for me.

9. Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Most of my fics are canon-compliant.

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

It’s going to be exposition for me. I enjoy being descriptive with the narrative, painting a picture with words. Dialogue is more of a challenge because it gets difficult to get different characters’ voices right, a lot of the time.

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

It’s definitely going to be angst. I’ve been writing angst for as long as I can remember, having been exposed to Philippine telenovelas as a child. I haven’t watches telenovelas in decades, but the sentimental dread of having bad things happening to good people has stuck with me.

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

A truly modern AU, with social media and smartphones and everything. Even for my present-day fics, they still feel like pre-social-media days because that’s what I grew up with.

13. Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

The they’re-cousins-or-siblings-but-they’re-not-blood-related-so-it’s-okay trope. NOPE. No. Not gonna touch that. It’s gross and it’s wrong. Adopted siblings are real siblings. Period.

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Irma Lair from W.I.T.C.H. and Isabela Madrigal from Encanto.

15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

It would be “Wolf People.” I think it’s going to be beautiful, visually.

16. What is your most underrated fic?

That would be “A Smile from Sara,” a smut piece for Sleeping Beauty (2011).

17. What fic are you most proud of?

Again, “Wolf People.” I think it features my best writing.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

In the first chapter of “Wolf People,” Leah meets her love interest, my OC, who is a photographer. She is 27, and he is 28. He’s not much to look at, at first glance, but he charms her easily. His conversational skills are honed by years of communicating with clients at his studio. They each share information about themselves without giving away too much. He compliments her beauty and makes her smile. Eleven years later, I read it again, and it still holds up.

19. Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

For my Melancolía series, the hardest character would be Abuela Alma Madrigal. In “The Two Healers,” I wanted to explore the triplets’ relationship with her, particularly Julieta, who is the fic’s POV character. I visualized it as being turbulent, with Alma having unresolved issues that lead to conflict between her and her children, especially Bruno and Pepa. But I found it painful to dig up memories of near-constant fighting with my mother in my youth, so I ended up “painting” the narrative in broad strokes and allowing the readers to paint their own picture. I think it worked, but I’m not entirely satisfied with how that looked.

The easiest character ended up being Bruno. I explored the idea that Bruno deals with depression throughout his life. In “Viñetas,” he is frustrated to still be battling inner demons after their house and their family is rebuilt. It was cathartic to go through that journey with him.

20. What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

I toyed with introducing the deleted character Bubo Márquez in my fic “Something Pretty, Something True.” It came out well, I think.

21. What is the one fic that got away?

I started to write a Hunger Games fic in which Primrose Everdeen becomes the new Mockingjay after Katniss and Peeta successfully commit suicide at the end of their Games. I thought it was really good, but I couldn’t get the climax to come together.

22. Have you cried while writing a fic?

Oh, yes. For my Encanto Sushi Day fic, Luisa is conflicted about her gift and her self-worth. Writing it stabbed at something in me and I had to put down my pen and cry.

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

While I am proud of “Viñetas,” it is one of the fics that practically wrote itself. If I were to remix it, I would have continued to write each chapter in a different characters’ POV. And maybe I might have included Abuela and Félix and Agustín, too.

24. How did you come up with title for “Viñetas”?

“Viñetas” is Spanish for “vignettes,” which was the plan for the fic. I wanted to have a different character in a moment in the life of the Madrigal family post-canon. But it wrote itself, as I said.

25. Which idea came to you first in “Viñetas”?

When I saw this post, I envisioned Bruno drinking alone in the kitchen in the middle of the night, in the throes of depression. I wrote “Viñetas” around that moment.

26. Which part of “Viñetas” was the hardest to write?

That would be Chapter 10, which is in Camilo’s POV. I think the chapter came out okay, but it became more about how Camilo perceived Bruno than about Camilo himself. I like how it came out, but I could have done better, I think.

27. If you were ever to do a sequel to “Viñetas”, what do you think might happen in it?

I actually have done a few sequels and prequels to “Viñetas,” mostly exploring Bruno’s depression pre- and post-canon. In “La Bruja del Encanto,” I explored Bruno’s relationship with my OC Aya before he went into the walls. If I were to explore their life together post-canon, it would be interesting to have my OC integrating with the Madrigal family.

28. In Melancolía, what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Bruno/Aya?

They may adopt orphan children from outside the Encanto.

29. Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.

Grinning, Aya put her arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Bruno, this is Emmanuel Morgenstern. I adopted him five years ago when I was living in Riohacha. He came to Colombia from Germany with other Jewish children. Manuel, this is Bruno Madrigal, mi media naranja.”

“Huh?”

Aya bent down slightly, smiling at the boy. “Er iz meyn gelibter—metuka sheli.”

29. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

Part of me still wants to finish that Hunger Games fic I’ve mentioned. I also wanted to write an Underworld fanfic where Selene falls in love with Raze instead of Michael.

Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them?

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

What is your most underrated fic?

What fic are you most proud of?

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

What is the one fic that got away?

Have you cried while writing a fic?

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

How did you come up with title for [x fic]?

Which idea came to you first in [x fic]?

Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write?

If you were ever to do a sequel to [x fic], what do you think might happen in it?

In [x fic], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [pairing]?

Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.

Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

[starsandauras]

Entry 11: Surrogate

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 11: Surrogate

Though Thancred William carried his name, Brigid’s son wasn’t Thancred’s. Not really. At best he was an uncle, if he was anything more than the lad’s mother’s paramour. And he was okay with that, truly. His and Brigid’s relationship was never meant to be more than something casual, something fun for them both.

Still, when he felt Thancred William’s tiny hand close around his finger that very first time Thancred held him, he could have sworn that the infant’s hand had closed around his heart instead. When Thancred William’s eyes opened and looked up at Thancred with Brigid’s eyes… he didn’t know what he felt. But it soothed him, somehow.

As Thancred William became Cred, the family finally finding a nickname for the lad, Thancred the Elder grew more and more fond of him. He still wasn’t Thancred’s son, never would be, but he found himself gravitating to him. When Brigid needed someone to look after him for a few bells, Thancred would volunteer. When Brigid was running herself ragged to raise him alone, Thancred stepped in, insisting that he take over for her at night, letting her sleep unless Cred was hungry.

Slowly but surely, so slowly no one noticed or commented, Thancred found himself taking on more and more of a guardian role. He would be the one to carry Cred around almost as often as Brigid herself. He had been there when Cred had first learned to crawl, encouraging him and making it something of a game of chase. It had simply seemed the right thing to do, if he was going to be part of Brigid’s life he would need to be part of Cred’s as well.

It was Cred who had first called him Da. Who had decided that it wasn’t a guardian role he had taken, but a parental. Thancred… didn’t know what to make of it. Didn’t know what to make of how that hand, still closed around his heart, had squeezed it again, so much that it made his chest hurt. How unworthy of it he was.

But how could he argue with this small child? The small child who carried his name, looked at him with his mother’s eyes?

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Week 30 is one of the most common summer holiday weeks in my country and it was also the week I returned from 3 weeks of holiday. It meant arriving at an office with just a couple colleagues - some who had just returned like me or some who were due to leave at the end of the week and begin their holiday.

It left everything feeling a bit liminal. We're on different contracts so I was doing 7 hours and a 30 minute lunch to make sure I wasn't actively eating into my flex time that I would rather spend when it suits me to take bigger stretches off. It meant I was often either the first person in the office or the last one to leave.

Those with more flexible hours came in late or left early, which made perfect sense because it wasn't very busy. It made sense because the majority of the orgaisation and collaborators were also on holiday. The lack of hustle and bustle was a chance to take it easy and ease myself into coming back to work.

It was a challenge to get back on a regular schedule having to be up early to go to work after three weeks where my sleeping schedule had been a bit up in the air and just whenever I felt like it. (Turned out that a 1 or 2 AM bedtime and waking up at 10 AM was what my body naturally gravitated towards).

Mostly, I'd been trying to get in early, so I wouldn't feel stuck around the whole afternoon. Thursday on my first back, I wanted to have a bit of a lie-in and arrived just around 9:30 AM at work, which meant would be leaving at 5 PM for a full days' work.

The last two hours of my work day, the whole office was just deserted. Such a strange thing to be faced with the open plane office where you almost always can hear someone. Typing on their computer, walking down the hall, using the coffee machine. Just little noises that fade into the background.

But still acclimating from being back to work after holiday, the quiet felt a little unsettling. On top of not being particularly busy and having a couple of task with no urgency, it was difficult to focus. Hours felt like they trickled pass, even as I tried to read or go on tumblr to fill the time in between staring at my tasks that I would have to stretch to fill the next two weeks.

Office spaces aren't meant to be empty like that. It echoes. The overhead light went dark because there hadn't been enough movement from me just sitting at my desk. Thankfully, it was bright and sunny outside and I yearned for the fact that we have no windows that can be opened.

Finally finishing work, I backed up, bounced down the stairs and into the warm sun. I need to remember to head down for fresh air on days like those. Maybe I'm meant to be a lil lizard on a rock in the sun, not sat at a screen for so many hours a day.