#ALSO!!! Soon getting back to the 300 art requests

[puowei]

Would anyone be interested in portrait commissions like these?

Or...my TWST merch:

[twotangledsisters]

I just realised I'm going to be hitting 100 followers very soon on Instagram which is really cool, as an artist, having people see my art is an amazing feeling.

But also, it's the first milestone I've hit on a social media site since 300 subs on DeviantArt back when I was 16 XD (over ten years ago... omg)

(well... technically there's tiktok but that was more cause I was the victim of content theft... it's a long story)

ANYWAY

I'm not sure what to do when I hit those 100 followers... am I supposed to do special art? take art request there? if I do take art requests is it just like, first person to come? bunch of doodles? most upvoted comment???

I feel so stupid for not knowing what to do when you hit a milestone but I'm so used to existing in isolation on the internet XD

So I do nothing and just be happy??? I feel like that's the right answer but it's also the BORING one!!!

Then again... last time I opened myself up to art requests here on tumblr I got the greatest heartbreak any artist can get (zero requests)... so maybe I should stick to the boring option XD

[dairyminki]

woaahh congrats on 300 followers hun!! could I request jongho x reader fluff, maybe where he tells mc he loves her for the first time? that'd be lovely <33

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: i love hue

pairing: choi jongho x fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship

warning/s: none

wc: 1.1k

a/n: tysm anne!! hopefully, i was able to deliver your request well ahhh <33

* reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

—

It was a lovely Saturday for Jongho—he's sitting on a wooden stool, an easel stands in front of him holding the canvas he's currently painting on with a picture of—wait what is he exactly painting?

He's quite not sure, to be honest, because as he let his dominant hand gently drag the paintbrush across the canvas, he can't stop himself from sneaking a few glances at you every chance he gets.

By chance, he means, everytime you're not looking in his direction, but rather, you're smiling down and talking to the young students who enrolled in your weekend art class.

Jongho looks back at his own painting, tries to scrutinize it and then look back at the paintings done by the others, in an attempt to compare them. He then chews his lip, frowning, when he realizes that his painting sucks and that the kids around him are doing a much better job at painting fruits, houses, and stuff.

One kid was even painting a unicorn with a carrot horn. Also, Jongho thinks he just saw someone painting a yellow sun with eyes, nose, and lips.

Jongho didn't know painting pictures would be this frustrating, especially for an adult like him. Has he lost the power of creativity or imagination already? Because the beach he imagined is way off better looking in his head than on the canvas in front of him.

The more he looks at the blue paint with the thick shaky strokes he made in the center the more it mocks him in the face because it certainly isn't pleasing to the eye, instead, it looks like someone spilt milk in the middle of the ocean.

Jongho was about to throw the brush when he hears laughter behind him.

"Well, it certainly looks like you're having fun." He hears you say, and when he looks back, it was like he was staring at the sun itself.

How could someone look so radiant and resemble a goddess even when they're covered mostly in paint splatters?

"I didn't notice you there…" Jongho says, one of his hands rubbing at his nape, a shy smile decorating his lips.

"Maybe because you were so busy trying to fight your painting. If it helps, I think it looks pretty," You say, and Jongho knows that you meant it, though he can't help but scoff.

"Now, if I didn't know you all too well, I'd say you're just faking nice."

"It's a good thing you know me then." You smile at him, and Jongho senses you were about to say something else, but then one student was calling out to you for help.

Jongho only nods in understanding. Smiling, he says, "Go. Your student needs you, teacher Y/N."

"I'll be back later," You say, patting him on the shoulder before you left to attend to your student.

As soon as you left, Jongho doesn't even dare on going back to painting, he just simply puts the brush down and ends up looking at you who's now crouching to teach the kid how to paint Spiderman.

And then something happens, and it came to him like an eye opener.

"I love you, Miss Y/N," The kid exclaims, kissing your cheek after.

Jongho thought he'd be jealous, but it turns out that a kid stealing a kiss from you is the least of his worries. Because at that moment, all he could see was how your face lit up in joy, making you more radiant looking than just moments ago.

Before Jongho knew it, every single kid in the room was shouting the exact three words to you. His heart beats loudly at the sight of you, who looked like you were at your happiest.

And then Jongho comes to realize that he still hasn't said those words to you ever since you two ventured into a relationship. Well, he does remember you both coming to an agreement to take things slow. However, right now, he can't help but wonder when will he finally get the courage to say it to you because deep in his heart, he knows he does love you, more than anything.

—

"Thank you."

Jongho hears you say softly, so soft that he had to ask you to say it again.

"It's no big deal, actually. It was fun seeing you in your element," He says, squeezing your hand that was clinging to his left arm. The both of you were on your way back to your apartment, and you figured that walking would be a better option since it is a lovely day after all.

"You have no idea how confident you made me back there, really. I mean, you already know I'm not that good with kids right?"

Jongho feigns a gasp, "Really? Because it seemed to me like you were doing a pretty good job handling and teaching them, love," He says and stops walking to face you. "You did a great job today, Y/N. I mean it." Jongho smiles and gives you a few pats on the head.

And then you start to cry.

"I- why are you crying? I didn't even get to say I love you yet!" Jongho says in a panic that he doesn't even realize what he just blurted out in the first few seconds. But you did.

You heard it loud and clear.

"S-Say that again?" You said with a sniff.

"Say what?" Jongho chuckles awkwardly. "I didn't say anything."

When he attempts to look and walk away, you say, "Say it or I'll charge you with that art class earlier."

Hey that's not fair? Jongho thinks. You were the one who offered him to attend for free because you badly needed his support in the first place.

"You'll never let me live this down won't you, unless I say it again?"

"Yes."

"Fine." Jongho replies, almost sulkily, meanwhile, you're trying your best to suppress a smile.

"I've been really meaning to say this to you, but I didn't know when would be the perfect timing. And, uh, earlier, when that kid said it to you—"

While Jongho's explaining, your giggles reach his ears, and he can't help but eventually smile too, his nerves, starting to loosen up.

"I love you, Y/N, for quite a long time now," Jongho says, taking your hands in his. His eyes never left yours, patiently waiting for your reaction—if it will be just like when those kids said it you earlier or—oh.

You're crying, again.

"At this point, people will start to think like I'm being mean to you," Jongho chuckles, all the while he wipes your tears.

"Well, you are being mean to my heart, Choi Jongho. And for the record? I love you too."

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys Idk about you but I saw this one post and I had to fill it out 👀✨

Link to the original post if anyone wants to do it: here

And I added Gerome because I also have things to say about him:

Alright

Can I talk with you guys for a sec?..

As you’ve noticed I haven’t been very active like 24/7 on Tumblr as I usually am, and there really isn’t much to it except I’m feeling the burnout.

Like, burnout HIT me like an actual truck going 300 miles an hour-

I’ve been trying to get myself to draw but when I do I end up just sitting there and starring..

(It took me an entire day yesterday to just do an art trade with someone. It was fun while doing it! But YIKES did I procrastinate-)

Just in general I might take this and half of the other week to try and get my art energy back up, cuz right now it’s real low, and I don’t wanna work on requests and end up making them look like shit-..

I hope y’all can understand 🫶🫶 Who knows- maybe tomorrow it’ll just bounce up again, but for now I’m gonna take a lil’ break. Just a little one! 🤏

Seriously love you guys 💞💞 I really hope this predicament gets solved soon-

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Fic Recs (under 300 edition)

So I wanted to get back to reading Swan Queen fic regularly, and I asked people to rec longfic that they'd read (not written) and loved that had fewer than 300 kudos! I haven’t read most of these, but I’ve collected them here so y’all can go through the list and discover some new fics with me! Please try to kudos and review every fic that you read! It means the world to the writers and will keep em writing, and then we all win. 😁

Atonement by SgtMac (M): With Regina's magical heart failing thanks to years of previous evil, Emma and Regina and Henry (and Granny!) set out to save her life by traveling to the Enchanted Forest and requesting help from ancient magical beings known as the Guardians. Given a mission as simple as it is impossible - to achieve atonement by creating peace - the ladies find themselves joining a rebellion and fighting for the very soul of the Enchanted Forest all while trying to help Regina to understand that the self-loathing and guilt which have driven most of her actions don't have to doom her chance for a new beginning or even, a chance to live and love again. A S4(ish) SQ love story set against the turmoil of war and the chaotic savagery of the old world.

Blood and Sand by cheshire6845 (E): A/U The Savior is a slave forced into the role of fighting as a gladiator for the House of Hearts. The odds are against her survival as she will have to win in the arena, navigate Cora's schemes, outlast a general's vengeance, and not be killed out of spite by the current House of Hearts Champion - Regina the Undefeated. This story follows the major plot points of Starz Spartacus with some twists along the way.

But what if there was no time by KizuRai (M): When she wakes up, it's dark. She can't move, she can't see, she can't feel and she can't hear. Where am I? She feels a forceful oppression, pressing her down, draining her of her energy and she's powerless to stop it. How did I get here? The question of here is relative, she's not even sure where here is. What happened? There must be some reason for being stuck here but her memory is fuzzy, like all her thoughts are being sifted through a filter. Who am I? She's not sure if she actually exists or she suddenly became sentient in the darkness.She hears a voice reverberating in the distance, it's distorted and quiet but she hears it all the same. It breaks the monotony of the silence. Someone's coming for her, they will get her out. She's just not sure she wants them to as the price might be too great.

Finding Home by evl_rgl (T): “I wanted to remember you so badly that I pulled back your cursed town just so that the memories would make sense. I needed you so badly that even when I had no memory of you, I still tried to find you.” Regina gave Emma and Henry memories of a happy life together before they fled Pan’s curse, leaving them with no memories of their lives in Storybrooke. However, when the memory spell shows signs of failing, threatening to rip apart the minds of both Emma and Henry, Regina makes a drastic choice to go back and fix it, understanding that it will mean living alone in a world where her son doesn’t know her. Was the spell really faulty, though? (swanqueen)

Five Flames by MariaComet (U): In the past, Emma Nolan disconnected from her peers in high school, preferring to keep to herself. In her sophomore year of high school, she decided to try and join the boy’s wrestling team because she was bored. She didn’t expect herself to become the champion of the most bullied kid in school or the secret best friend of the school queen. She also didn’t expect to join a club that would change her life. In the present, Emma is trying to cope with a humiliating loss in her martial arts career. She claims to be “training” but is stuck in limbo between wanting to retire and try again. She is isolated from her former best friend, Regina Mills, a local celebrity chef and the rest of her old friends. When one of them calls her with an idea to honor their deceased teacher, she is confronted with unresolved feelings and questions about how powerful love truly is.

A Glamour of Truth by PrincessCharming (T): After 2x10, Regina uses magic to show Emma the obvious truth. A tentative trust forms between them amid hilarious bickering. With Emma's help, Regina struggles to regain a place in her son's life... until Cora arrives, wanting her daughter back. Pieces of Regina's past emerge showing that the board was set long before the game started. The final battle begins soon.

His Dark Materials 'verse by MoonlitMidnight (M): A modern Alternate Universe in which Dæmons (the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner self' that takes the form of an animal) are present. In which Emma and Regina have led slightly different lives and they make slightly different choices.

How Many Miles to Avalon? (WIP) by RavenOutlander (E): Regina would do anything to save Emma from the darkness and bring her back home safe and sound. Even put up with the two idiots, Captain Guyliner and a bunch of dwarves she decidedly wanted to drop off at the nearest exit. But in their search for Emma, they find that she might not need that much saving after all. Caught up in a search for the infamous Philosopher Stone, an all out war between DunBroch and Camelot, and ghosts from the past to haunt her every waking moment, Regina finds herself scrambling to keep her and her family's happy endings from falling apart.

The Hyperion by FrankenSpine (M): After wishing upon what she believes is a shooting star, Emma Swan finds herself aboard the Hyperion, the royal starship of an alien Queen from a faraway galaxy. She quickly learns of the tensions between the Queen's people and her own, but the Queen takes an interest in her and agrees to take her away from Earth forever. Adventure awaits. *(Loosely based on Guardians of the Galaxy with just a hint of Farscape)*

If Wishes Came True (It Would've Been You) by Angeii_K (M): After Regina films a guest appearance on her friend Neal’s popular show, he invites her to spend the weekend with him and his girlfriend. What she never expected was to actually like the woman. Sparks fly between the two, which results in them questioning everything and making choices they will later regret. 4 years later, they meet again in the most unexpected of ways. Now co-stars on the same show, they are forced to work through the emotions from their last encounter. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

The King Doesn’t Have To Know (WIP) by highheelsandchocolate (M): The White Knight had never seen anyone like her before: the Queen was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her possessive yet neglectful husband, however, was another thing entirely.

The Lich by Dangereaux (M): Gay disaster Emma, exasperated Regina, and a monster. A Halloween special.

Maybe if We Close Our Eyes we Can Reach the Stars by wellthizizdeprezzing (T): Emma is a lonely astronaut. Regina is an adventuring alien. Their paths cross leading them onto a journey of new discovery. Between galaxies and many miles of cold black space, despite not speaking the same language, they manage to fall for each other. An out of this world love story.

A prisoner long forgotten by sugarsweet_19 (M): ‘I wish I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood and as black as the wood of the window-frame. Soon after she had a little girl, who was as white as snow, with lips as red as blood and with her hair as black as the ebony of the window-frame. She was therefore called Snow-white.” This is how our story starts but how will it end?The evil queen as been locked up in a tower and forgotten that is until princess Emma looks for a place to hid from her parents after they tell her she has to marry Neal the son of the dark one.

Revenge of the Three Little Pigs by mskyo (M): Regina and Emma find themselves alone and looking for the rest of their party. The Evil Queen must face the consequences of her past actions. Will Emma come to her aid, or understand that justice must be served... *Some chapters have fairly graphic sex, and violence*

Things I Almost Remember by cheshire6845 (T): A/U Despite an oncoming war between the Dark and the Light, Emma and Regina are best friends growing up in the Enchanted Forest. When war does come, they find themselves on opposite sides. Regina will have to defy her mother to save Emma. Will Emma be able to save Regina when Cora curses her daughter to live in the Land without Magic?

What We Make (WIP) by DiazTuna (M): “My mother.” He says calmly. He’d known all along, she’s aware. But he’d known that today would be the day that would get this going. She wants to ask what it was like, to have woken up this morning, laced up his boots and walked into hell just knowing. “It’s programmed the cyborg to kill her. Before I have a chance to be born.” -In which the leader of the future sends his best soldier back to the past to save his mother from a killer cyborg. Terminator AU.

The Wrong Way by pcworth (M): Takes place right after Zelena steals Regina's heart. Zelena offers Regina a chance to go back in time with her and change both of their lives for the better. But what will be the price of that decision. Slow-burn to SwanQueen

zombie trash by 13pens (T): Zelena could have her brain and eat it, too. Fic operates on three premises 1. this takes place in any universe where zelena is a reformed asshole 2. zombies are a thing and exist iZombie style 3. i have NO chill

[anystalker707]

It’s not going to be alright

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort TW: Anxiety attack, sort of Summary: (Y/n) brings Gerard to meet their parents. It doesn’t go as well as expected. Requested by @thegnotecannothurtusanymore​ a/n: I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it

"Do I look fine?" Gerard still sounds insecure as he stands in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket lightly while also checking his hair and makeup, turning his head from side to side slowly a few times. He repeatedly runs his fingers through his hair, a sharp sigh escaping his nose.

"Of course, you always do," I say with a smile, standing behind him and observing him through the mirror. "C'mon, you don't need to be so nervous. I don't even care if they don't like or approve you, this is just because they're curious about you." Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I pull his hands away from himself in an attempt of helping Gerard with calming down. He's already perfect.

"But... Still, what if they try to separate us?" To say Gerard is worried is a euphemism.

I push Gerard to sit down on his bed and place my hands on his shoulders. "Listen, they're just my parents, not me. It doesn't matter whether they like you or not. They can't control me the whole time. We can, dunno, run away if we need to, don't worry about it!" I smile in an attempt of cheering him up and it seems to work.

Gerard noticeably relaxes under my touch. He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, his head against my abdomen.

"It's going to be alright, Gee," I tell him softly as playing with his hair. He nods hesitantly.

We've been together for around a year now and, from hearing so much about me having a boyfriend and never seeing him, my parents decided that I should bring him home for dinner. Gerard almost freaked out because of it at first, something I completely don't judge him for. He was desperate about finding formal clothes for the dinner, but I told him to dress... like himself, just a kinda formal due to the occasion, but not completely. There would be no point for him to dress up in something he is uncomfortable with and to pretend to be someone he isn't just for my parents. If they're going to accept him, they must accept him the way he is and the way I love him.

Not to mention that we wouldn't be able to sustain a lie for too long. It's relatively easy hearing rumors about Gerard – after all, there aren't many other punk kids in the city. Also, if they hypothetically liked him like that and called him over for dinner more often, it would be an even harder thing to maintain. He can't hide all the scars or wounds all the time neither lie about some of them.

"What time is it? Maybe we should get going," Gerard says as he reaches for his phone and checks on it without letting me move away. "Yeah, we should," he answers himself and looks up at me, smiling a bit.

Soon, we are in my car and heading over to my place. I had come over to help him with getting ready and just to make sure he wouldn't mess up with anything because of getting too anxious.

"It's going to be alright," I repeat myself before we leave the car. Gerard does his best to smile in response while nodding. We leave the car and move to the front door, where I reassure him once again by giving his hand a light squeeze then I walk in. "Hey, we've arrived," I call to my parents as Gerard closes the door behind us.

"We're over here in the dining room, dear," my mother's voice comes from the said place.

The table is nicely set, the trays and pans filled with food we usually just eat on Sundays or certain occasions, what makes me smile at the same time I see it. Gerard seems just as pleased, an also appreciative air over his features as he looks at everything, cheeks growing red when his eyes meet mine.

When I look at my parents, however, their reaction isn't in any way pleasing. They look at Gerard like if they were expecting gold, but were just given a cheap copy instead or something completely different.

"Um," Gerard breaks the tense silence, seeming to not really have noticed my parents' reaction. "I'm Gerard, Gerard Way. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, looking at the two with nervous eyes. Well, now he's noticed it.

"Oh, so you're Gerard." The word sounds bitter coming from my father. He looks away, lips pursed and he doesn't make any effort in hiding his light displeasure. My mother takes the same path, a clearly forced smile decorating her lips as she slowly nods, drowning the room in awkwardness. I hate her for it. I mean, they don't even know Gerard yet.

A sigh escapes my lips as I just pull on Gerard's hand for him to sit down already as I do so myself, concluding my parents won't tell us to do it. Annoying. My parents do the same.

"Okay, so... Gerard," my mother speaks up first while everyone is serving themselves. He hums questioningly, smiling a bit. She continues. "Do you work? Do you do anything besides studying?"

"I actually don't need to work," Gerard replies, pushing his chair closer to the table after taking all the food he wanted. "I draw a lot in my free time and I've been trying to publish a comic."

Approval? No. The same displeasure shows itself on their faces, poorly hidden by fake smiles.

"Oh, that's... interesting," my mother breathes a chuckle, looking down at her food. Her chuckle sounds more of a 'look at how stupid he is' thing. Okay, okay, maybe I'm imagining things, right...? Let me avert my attention away from it.

"Gerard is excellent at drawing." I smile proudly and share a look with Gerard, who seems more relieved with my comment.

My mother makes an unconvinced face, but she doesn't have the opportunity to continue talking because my father speaks up next. "And you're off school soon, right? Have you already applied for any college?" He seems a bit more friendly than my mother, something I believe to be a brief impression due to how he's barely talked until now.

"Yeah, I've been accepted in the school of visual arts in NY," Gerard breathes with a proud air, already concluding how tiring it's all gonna be. In a social battery sense. The two will probably question Gerard until he walks out that door. It's going to be exhausting.

"Arts?" More reproval. My father raises his eyebrows amused after Gerard nods and my mother holds back a sigh, moving to sip on her glass of soda like if she can't handle it all. "That's peculiar, certainly. Something really difficult to get a future in, isn't it?" He says in clear mocking and looks at my mother. Look at this fool; I can practically hear them thinking. I don't know if it makes me angry or sad or both. Honestly, I already predicted things weren't going to turn out well, but this is just terrible.

"Like if Gerard would ever fail in anything while he's got so many talents like that," I roll my eyes. My comment goes ignored apart from how Gerard blushes and grins.

"Oh, but I've got a band in case anything goes wrong!" Gerard shrugs in a sudden wave of confidence.

"His band is awesome," I add. Ignored. Hah.

"A band!" A laughter comes from my father and my mother follows suit. They spend a moment laughing, but reality seems to hit them again before the fact Gerard and I remained in silent, both of us observing them in disbelief.

My mother shakes her head in dismissal as covering her mouth for a moment – at least making an effort, what seemed to be too hard to my father. "Erm, that's wonderful! Wonderful," she says.

A sigh escaped my lips at the thought I'll probably pull Gerard out of here myself soon if things continue like that.

Thankfully, some minutes into the dinner, we've got some peace, but all the evil comments and mocking continue right after. Sometimes my parents do apologize. Not genuinely, tho. For real, I feel like it would've been easier if they just got angry and kicked us out as soon as seeing Gerard or something instead of opting for psychological torture. I'm feeling attacked myself.

The dinner being over almost feels like a miracle to me – I quickly stand up from my chair and pull Gerard along with me.

"So, I'll be heading to Gerard's tonight. I'm spending the night at his place, like I promised," I say as giving his hand a light squeeze, running my thumb over his knuckles softly.

He seems really uncomfortable.

"Oh, you are?" My mother sighs, shaking her head to herself. "Okay then, just remember to come home. Love you, dear, see you," she says to me before she takes a good look at Gerard, then walks away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes in hands, not even bothering to tell him a goodbye or anything.

"Goodbye..." I mutter, starting to walk.

"G-Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. (l/n)! Thanks for the food and for receiving me," Gerard calls, the nervousness starting to show when we're about to leave the house. If I were him, I wouldn't even have said anything.

Feeling the cold night air embracing me is extremely relieving. Being away from the two is relieving. I'm still revolted about everything that has happened; it wasn't kind at all. I look at Gerard, worried. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, sugar, don't worry," he reassures me. His words sound empty. I don't question.

Gerard tries to keep the tough posture until when we arrive to his place and we're already in comfortable clothes, lazing around on his bed. He's clearly not fine – you can notice it through how he acts, his glassy eyes, difficulty on keeping his focus... We will talk about it whenever he is ready.

At some point, my phone starts ringing. My mother. I sigh.

"I'll be right back, Gee, my mom's calling." I press a kiss to his cheek then leave the room and the house, heading to the back porch. It will be uncomfortable having anyone else listening to this while Mikey and Donna are also so nice to me.

"(Y/n)," the angry tone comes from the other end of the line as soon as I answer the call. "That boy is terrible. I'm sure you've noticed how we didn't enjoy him any bit. He's stupid, he's just got no future. You deserve something better, my love," her voice softens. "We just let you go over to his place because it would be impolite to not to after everything."

Ah, there it is. The hypocrisy.

"Well, and I'm sure you've noticed that I don't care about what you two think. You liked Gerard and everything I told you about him until you saw him. That's stupid. You guys didn't even allow yourselves to get to know him properly and already got like that." No, I've got no patience to deal with this. I groan to myself as leaning against the railing and observing what I can see of the back garden.

"We know that kind of people, okay? Trust us, you're not gonna-"

I hang up. And set my phone in the do not disturb mode. I'm not listening to bullshit about Gerard while he's so sweet and loving and...

Putting my phone away, I rub my face and try to get rid of the stress before walking back in.

Gerard is startled by me walking into the bedroom suddenly, eyes widening once they land on me while I close the door. It looks like he's been crying; eyes puffy and red, makeup smudged. "(Y/n)," he cries, reaching his arms towards me as I approach, "don't leave me, oh God, I love you so much. Without you I can't-" He interrupts himself with a sob, starting to cry again.

"I'm not going to leave you!" I sit beside him, pulling Gerard for a hug. I wipe his tears away before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I would never, I've told you! Their opinion about you isn't relevant to me! They don't know you like I do! I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."

"Sorry," he sobs against my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me like if I would disappear if he let go. "I wish I was different, damn, I'm sorry."

It's always terrible when Gerard's anxiety attacks, but things seem to be going way worse now and I curse my parents for it. They had literally no reasons to have acted the way they did. Even if they dislike Gerard, everyone must be respected. Seeing Gerard like this hurts.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I rub soft circles into his back as continuing to hold him close, doing it for a few moments in an attempt of getting him to calm down. "Gee, Gerard, listen to me," I say once he's calmed down a bit and take a gentle hold of his face, making him look at me. "All that matters is us and nothing more. I don't care if my parents don't approve of our relationship or if the world does, I just care about us, if we are fine. And, of course, if you are fine. I hated that you needed to go through all of this, I'm so sorry." I press a kiss to his cheek, starting to run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault," Gerard says softly. He is silent for a moment before the tears start again and he buries his face in the crook of my neck again, clutching onto me tightly.

"Let it all out, Gee, it'll help you." I comfort him, pressing kisses to his neck and going back to rubbing his back. "I love you, okay? And that's all that matters."

[kiranatrix]

Need some Death Note fanfic to read while avoiding family, recovering exams/work, or just cause? Here’s everything I wrote in 2020 for Death Note. I’ll be updating this post for 2021 eventually. I organized them by type of work (in-progress fics, finished chaptered fics, tumblr fics, and one-shots).

IN-PROGRESS FICS BEING UPDATED NOW

Dial K for Kira: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light needs some easy money to finance his Kira plans, and notices there’s a big demand for Kira roleplay phone sex. So he figures, “Why not? Pretty sure I’ll be convincing.” He raises some fast cash and plans to shut the whole thing down and get back to writing names, until he gets a request from somebody who wants to “roleplay” as L.

Catch Perfect [with @resilicns]: Lawlight/Rated M. Summary: Light’s desk catches on fire during the placement of L’s illegal surveillance cameras in the Yagami household, burning up the Death Note. Light forgets everything, the killings suddenly stop, and Kira fades away from the public consciousness but never from L’s. Six years later, Ryuk returns to Earth with a new Death Note for Light, now an agent in INTERPOL, ready for Round 2. L’s ready too.

Good Bones [with @main-exam]: Lawlight/Rated E. Summary: Mello and Matt have a seance with a cursed Ouija board but summon a very annoyed Ryuk from the Shinigami Realm into the attic of a gothic mansion. Fast forward a few years and Light Yagami is a realtor in England, vying for the title of Realtor King from the current champ. He's determined to sell this discount mansion with a bad reputation, but just as Light starts to make friends with the mansion's ghost, a ghost-hunting detective gets wind that something spooky is going on.

FINISHED CHAPTERED FICS

Koi No Yokan [with @ghostoftasslehoff​]: Lawlight//Rated E. Light decides to take a little risk and seek a no-strings-attached hookup and gets a surprising (accidental) match. Light and L gradually open up to each other over the course of a night, not knowing who the other is. However, as they go back to their lives in the morning, suspicions take hold and secrets come to light. The chance meeting starts to feel a lot more like fate as L closes in on Kira, and both must decide whether they felt anything real for the other and what that means. 

Lux Aeterna [with @ghostoftasslehoff​]: Lawlight//Rated E. Vampire AU. The world’s greatest vampire hunter, L Lawliet, heads to Romania with his mentor Watari to investigate some odd disappearances. Meanwhile, the 400-year-old vampire, Light, has recently awoken from his century-long slumber to find the world has changed, but his thirst for the blood of sinners hasn’t. 

Enemy of My Enemy [with @my-one-true-l​]: Light Yagami/Beyond Birthday//Rated T. It’s just another day for To-Oh’s top student Light Yagami, until he runs into a mysterious new student in class who can see Ryuk. Beyond is set on getting to Kira before L does but things take a twist when Light gets him alone.

TUMBLR FICS

Strange Fiction: Death Note Ficlets: Various//Rated Gen to T. Thirty-nine ficlets and more added periodically. Lawlight, Ryuk & Light being bros, MikaLight, gen fic, Remisa, Android AU, stories of Light and L’s childhood, etc.

ONE-SHOTS

Get Well Soon [with art by @sketchyspirit​]: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light buys Misa a birthday present which L jealously intercepts. Possessiveness and misunderstandings threaten to rock the precarious agreement between Light and L, where each has made dangerous sacrifices to stay together after the end of the Kira case. 

Phototaxis: Lawlight//rated G. Summary: L comes over to the Yagami's household for dinner and to work on a project with Light. On the menu are suspicions, ulterior motives, and nobody saying what they mean.

Orbit: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: Light’s having lunch under the cherry trees with his friends at To-Oh, but L unexpectedly shows up and runs everyone else off but Light. A missing scene, a private conversation with L's 'first friend' and rival under the spring sakura.

Appetites: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: It was never about cake.

Main Attraction [with @ghostoftasslehoff​, with art by @ohgodplsdontlook​]: Lawlight//Rated E. Summary: Light invites L to the movies but L expects to be bored since Light picked the flick. Light has a secret plan to make sure that L will be on the ‘edge’ of his seat the whole time-- a toy that L doesn't know is remote-controlled. L finds out the hard way, and at the worst (best) moments.

Obsolete: Ryuk/Light//Rated T. Summary: Light lives all his life in the span of a day, but Ryuk will live that day over an eternity.

Beholder’s Eye: Lawlight//Rated M. Summary: Light's rudely awoken and seemingly kidnapped to face his execution, but all is not what it seems.

One of a Pair [with @ghostoftasslehoff​]: Lawlight//Rated M. Fencing AU. Summary: Light has just quit the To-Oh fencing team and the team Captain, Ryuzaki, will do just about anything to provoke him to come back, including challenging Light to an illegal duel.

Restitution: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: L tries to pay Light a salary for his work on the Task Force to assuage the prickling of guilt he feels, but that’s not what Light wants.

Kodama [with @ghostoftasslehoff​]: Lawlight//Rated T. Summary: Seven years after L’s death, Light feels compelled to visit his grave and take solace under the strange, dead tree nearby. L’s watching from Mu and takes residence in the sacred tree, changing it and Light, who can’t see him.

Still Life: Light/Light//Rated T. Summary: Light stumbles upon a painting that he bears an uncanny resemblance to and discovers a magical secret behind who was cursed to dwell within it for 300 years. It might just be the best luck of his life (or the worst).

Dark Horse [with art by @daathdweller]: Gen fic. Linda left Wammy's House for a brilliant art career, but never forgot how she'd been passed over as one of L's successors. She decides to work in the shadows as the detective L2 when a new Kira appears in 2019, moving fast to tackle the case that the 'official' L seems content to ignore. Roger told her art never helped solve a case, but he was wrong. 

Technology Liaison: Light & Ryuk. Light gets curious about what the Death Note is really made of and asks Ryuk. What happens when paper becomes obsolete in the increasingly digital world?

Yosuzume [with art by @ikathemadhatter​]: Beyond-centric//Rated T. Summary: Beyond’s shinigami eyes have always set him apart and given him knowledge no human should possess. His obsession with divining and controlling the future has led him to develop his own rituals, which weave themselves into his life and the events of the LABB case.

Names and Distant Things [with art by @ikathemadhatter]: Beyond/L// Rated T. Summary: Beyond knew when L was planning to visit Wammy’s House because a padlock would appear on the second refrigerator in the kitchen. A day or so later, a green Aston Martin would roll up the long, oak-lined driveway in the dead of night, headlights off and practically invisible. Not to Beyond, though; his strange eyes had always seen more than others could-- names and distant things; an antique car in the darkness or the date someone will die.

Copper and Silver: Beyond/L//Rated M. Magician AU. Summary: There had always been two types of magic in the world. One was quite real but elusive, and more of a curse than a blessing on those who could channel it. The other was the magic of mankind-- the sleight of hand or memory trick, the careful distraction or well-placed mirror. It was the business of the famed illusionist Lazarus, also (un)known as L Lawliet, that no one in his audience should ever know the difference.

For fics before 2020, check out my AO3 (ZombieJesus) here!

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Omg can you write a one shot where Lexa is paid by her college peers to write love letters to their gfs/ppl they want to date. So Finn asks her to write for Clarke and it becomes a constant. Until one day clarke goes up to her and says I know its you

OKAY. So this has been sitting in my asks for like a year. There will be a few (but short-ish) parts to this. And before anyone asks, this is not based off of “The Half of It” ... but here ya go.

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Letters

PART 1

It was Polis Record’s fault. Lexa’s atrocious week was definitely Polis Record’s fault. Had Titus not been a complete asshat of a manager and dicked the schedule around, Lexa certainly wouldn’t be having this predicament. Had Lexa’s hours not have been cut back, she wouldn’t be where she was. Had Lexa not known that her next paycheck would be half of what it normally was, she wouldn’t be writing a fake love letter to the devastatingly beautiful girl in her Astronomy class. Had Finn Collins not offered her cash to do so, she wouldn’t be writing this letter on his behalf, even though she was the one that’s had an earth-shattering crush on the recipient ever since their Freshmen orientation, four long years ago.

Let’s rewind.

“Titus, are you kidding me?” Lexa huffed at the bald-headed man who was scurrying around the break room like a headless chicken. “You did what?”

“Lexa, listen,” he tried to calm her down. “The schedule will be back to normal before you know it. I had to hire her. There wasn’t another way around it.”

She was mad. No. More than mad, “There was. But you just didn’t have the balls to tell your mistress’ best friend that you already had a full roster of people on your fucking schedule.”

“Can you keep it down!” He hissed. “This is temporary. I’m sorry. I couldn’t dock my cousin, okay? The schedule will even itself back out. You’ll be back to selling these shitty, scratched up vinyls in no time. Ride it out for two weeks, it won’t kill you.”

What he didn’t realize was that two weeks of half-pay because of shitty scheduling could actually kill her. He just didn’t realize that. There was the pressure of doing well in school, that was one thing. But there was also the pressure of doing well enough to keep her GPA high enough to keep her partial scholarship. And then the pressure of her shitty part-time job at the local record store to help make early payments to her student loans so she wouldn’t have to worry about crippling herself into debt once she figured out what to do with a fucking degree in Geology.

“Two weeks,” she warned him as she started to storm out. “This better be fixed in two weeks, Titus.”

Spoiler alert: Two weeks had come and gone, and Lexa was still screwed off of her work schedule.

“C’mon,” Finn pleaded at Lexa’s side. He had managed to weasel his way into the vestibule of Lexa’s apartment building. “I took that writing class with you last year. I know you’re good. I just need one letter. Typed. That’s it.”

She was already on the verge of a massive outburst after her conversation with Titus. The dickwad that he was, managed to screw her hours up for another week, even though he promised he wouldn’t, “This is not a good time, Finn. Seriously.”

“$200.” He stood tall in front of her. “$200 in cash right now, and all you need to do is type up a page of words that will have her vaguely interested in the person who wrote it, and that’s it. $200 right now. If you do this, then I’ll never bother you for anything again.” He scratched the back of his neck, “Listen, I just need a good way in. I can take the rest from there, okay?”

$200 was enough to cover a good portion of what she would be missing out on for the week. $200 was enough to get by. $200 was enough to get her mind to start churning.

“$300 and it’s a deal,” she tried to match his height. She straightened her back and broadened her shoulders as far as she could.

He laughed at the request, “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“You’re the one that needs me,” she reminded me.

He let out a huff and pulled another Benjamin out of his leather wallet and clumped it with the other two. “Fine,” he shook his head as he handed her the wad of cash.

Lexa nodded as she took the money. She buried the pang of guilt she felt into her pocket, alongside the earnings she just made and was ready to make way up the two flights of stairs when she felt Finn grab her arm.

“Hey,” he called out. “Wait a sec. I started a letter already, but didn’t get very far. You can just go off of this,” he handed her a folded piece of paper.

She opened it and read it aloud, “Have you ever felt like you couldn’t breathe? Like the weight of everything you’ve been carrying has amounted to this one moment in your life? Like there’s this burden placed so heavy on your chest that has left your lungs struggling for any ounce of air?”

Finn nodded as the words poured out of Lexa’s mouth. He was more than proud of what he thought was eloquently poetic. Lexa’s look of confusion went missed by him as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Pretty good, right?”

“Finn,” she deadpanned. “It sounds like you just described having the fucking Spanish Flu. I’m not using this. You sound like a serial killer.”

“What?” he yelped. “It’s poetic!”

“It’s a terrifying beginning to what’s supposed to be a love letter,” she deadpanned again. She shook her head as she finally made her way to the flight of stairs, “Give me a few days, I’ll come up with what we need.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine. But you better make it good.”

She made it good. She made it really fucking good.

Clarke ran her fingertips over the paper as she scanned the words again. She had no idea who had left it for her—she walked into the lecture hall a few minutes early, as she normally did, and saw an envelope pinned to the corkboard with “Clarke” scribbled on it. She looked around, wanted to see if anyone in particular was looking in her direction. It was the usual suspects that always got to class a little bit early. Monty, the one who was always quiet in class but loudest at the neighborhood bar during happy hour. Echo, the girl who always sat in the back row and snoozed as soon as the professor opened her mouth. Finn, the boy who always found a way to have an uncalled for argument with the professor. Lexa, the one who was always in the front row and tended to herself.

Not a single one of them was paying her a piece of mind, so she let her eyes scan the letter one last time before the room filled up.

Clarke,

I was sitting on the lawn behind the library catching up on reading for a class last week. I was skimming through Voltaire’s words:

“Sensual pleasure passes and vanishes, but the friendship between us, the mutual confidence, the delight of the heart, the enchantment of the soul, these things do not perish and can never be destroyed.”

This particular passage struck a chord with me, and it was mostly because when I looked up after reading it, I immediately saw you consoling who I’d assume to be a friend of yours. I’m not sure what had happened, but she looked like she was crying and you showed up with a blanket to sit on, a bowl of fresh fruit, and sat with her and listened intently while she spoke. It was life imitating art, right before my eyes.

Voltaire’s writing is mostly straight and to the point. It isn’t hard to decipher the messages he often tries to relay, but it was most certainly a breath of fresh air to finish that passage to find a parallel to present day. Your actions on that lawn helped me see things a little clearer.

I suppose I just wanted to thank you for that. SO, thank you for being the catalyst for making something in my brain click.

Before I close this letter off, I do have a question for you. And if you feel so inclined to indulge and answer it, you can drop it back into the envelope where you found this one and pin it back to the board.

Has anything happened to you recently that struck a chord? Something that stood out to you, but you haven’t had a chance to dive deeper into it? I’d like to know.

Enjoy your week, Clarke.

Upon tucking the printed note under her laptop, she took another look around the hall, which was now practically full. She moved her computer to the side and pulled a notepad out of her bag. The professor had started her lecture, but Clarke’s mind wandered from the images pulled up on the projector from the Spritzer space telescope as her pen started to move across the page.

Hello,

I believe you’re at an unfair advantage here. You know my name. You know what I look like. Yet I have absolutely no idea who you are. So if you write back to this, I’m hoping you’ll share some insight on the person behind the pen (or keyboard, in your instance).

I’m happy that the interaction you saw helped bring better insight into what you were working on. Coincidentally, the friend that I was with when you saw me is also reading a Voltaire piece for an assignment. I wonder if you’re in the same class?

She’s taking “Romance Studies” as an elective. I tried to convince her that there was no point harping on what was considered to be “romantic” through archaic literary pieces that are now long gone, and replaced with mediocre-at-best Netflix series about teenage love.

It always seemed that with the way things were going in our lifetime… that all “romance” really was, was when two people swiped right on Tinder.

With that said… I guess I can honestly say that your letter is what struck a chord with me. Especially after freshly coming out of that conversation with my friend.

I don’t want to be presumptuous. But it seems that this gesture of yours, whether it was meant to be platonic, or if it was meant to imply a sense of something more, is making me realize that maybe—just maybe—the practice of sharing words on a page isn’t so archaic after all.

-Clarke

She was happy with the end result of what was hurriedly committed to the page. Clarke quickly tore it from her notebook and tucked the loose piece of paper back into the envelope. She scanned her fellow students to see if anyone was watching her. She slunk further into her seat and wondered if the recipient was there, sitting in that very room. Unfortunately for her, the lecture that was being given on the Nebular Theory kept the attention of every other person in the hall, so she quickly reached for her computer to start typing notes on the theory’s premise of how every planet in the system was formed.

A tedious hour later, her fellow classmates started packing up and rushed towards the exit door. Clarke took her time shutting her computer down and tucking things away into her bag. She was suddenly aware that the person who wrote to her—the person she now wrote to—could be in the room watching her to see if she had a written response back.

She waited a few more minutes, and finally deemed it safe when the last few people in the room seemed to be chatting with one another or finishing up straightening their notes from the lecture. With a big exhale, she pinned the envelope back onto the board and made a swift exit.

Lexa felt a tap to her shoulder, which caused her to look up, “What do you want?”

“I think it worked. She put the envelope back!” the excitement in Finn’s face didn’t go unnoticed.

“Okay,” Lexa lowered her head to finish writing out her notes from the class. “Job’s done.”

“I’m gonna go get it so we can read it and figure out what to do next,” he giddily let out before darting out of Lexa’s peripheral.

She let out a sigh of distaste when he came back half a minute later and pulled a chair close to where she was sitting. “Finn, you said one letter. I did it. This is on you now. And if you don’t mind, I need to finish up here,” she raised her hand, showing she was still trying to get some of her notes done.

“Fine, suit yourself,” he propped his feet onto the table in front of them while he silently read Clarke’s reply. “Hmm, Voltaire?”

The author’s name caught Lexa’s attention. She suddenly looked up to where he was sitting, “What about him?”

“I don’t know. Clarke said something about him. That’s the bad dude from Harry Potter, right?” Finn brought his attention back to the letter. “What did our letter even say? You never even showed me.”

He handed Lexa the notebook page with loopy and wide writing on it. The edges were jagged, as if Clarke did the whole thing in haste.

“What do you want me to do with that?” Lexa eyed the piece of paper.

“Read it and let me know if you think she likes me,” Finn shrugged. “But also, why didn’t you put my number or something on it?”

“Because it’ll probably take more than one letter for her to even be open to the idea of you,” Lexa chided in her reply. She let her eyes quickly scan the girlish handwriting and folded the paper back up. “She’s definitely intrigued.”

Finn finally set his feet on the floor as he leaned forward and rubbed his hands together, “Okay, great! So what do we do now?”

“We,” Lexa pointed her pen between the two of them. “Do nothing. You can write another letter and see if she wants anything to do with you, Finn.”

“C’mon,” he nudged her shoulder. “I’ll pay ya for another one. Another $300. But we need an exit plan for when we move this from letters to texting or something.”

“Her reply literally just said that we’ve opened the idea to her that letters are romantic,” Lexa shook her head. “Your take on that was to immediately turn this to a texting conversation?”

He grabbed the letter from Lexa, “What? Where’d she said that? It doesn’t say that, Lexa.” He scratched his head.

Lexa let out a defeated sigh, “Finn. She literally said something like, ‘maybe the practice of sharing words on a page isn’t so archaic’ or something. Did we not just read the same piece of paper?”

“See, Lexa,” he smiled as he patted her shoulder. “This is why I need you. Just one or two more. Same price per letter. I just need a little more help and then I’ll be outta your hair. Promise.”

She took her palm to her forehead and rubbed her thumb into her temple. One more wouldn’t hurt. Mostly because the $300 definitely wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine,” she finally let out. “One more. Give me her letter back. I’ll have our reply ready for this same class next week.”

“Excellent,” he grinned as he handed the piece of paper over to her. “You’re a lifesaver, Lexa.”

She felt anything but that. But at least it meant she’d be able to get by for the next week or two, while Titus still screwed around with her hours at the record store.

[natsora]

art by the amazing @sky-ham​

Always Been You

A soon to be posted Cassandra Pentaghast / Female Inquisitor modern AU story.

What would you do for your friend? What would you do for your best friend? 

Trev has the answer: she’d take a bullet, she’d lay her life down. As Trev’s life hangs in the balance, Cassandra struggles to find answers of her own.

Cassandra prays for the Maker’s mercy. When Trev wakes remembering little of the past few years, Cassandra's guilt threatens to swallow her whole. 

A story of recovery and coming together, a bond forged and strengthened through adversity and a friendship that means everything.

A snippet from Chapter 1 under the cut (longer than the last one)

Chapter 1 - The OG Gang Reunites

Trev stood in front of the mirror adjusting her vest awkwardly. Her black hair, though short and mostly an undercut, had a long fringe and it had already stuck to her forehead. She hadn’t even put on actual clothes. This was just the bullet proof vest going over her sports bra and tank top. There was still the uniform Josie had insisted she — correction — all of them wore.

At least it isn’t that hideous red version.

Perspiration rolled down her neck, she wiped it away roughly with the back of her hand. “Do I really need to wear this?”

Cullen gave her a look. He was no stranger to being present when she changed. Both of them were military, him of the Ferelden Templars, her of the Ostwick Marines, naked bodies weren’t uncommon with communal showers and sleeping quarters. 

“Do I really have to spell it out for you,” he asked, “Inquisitor?”

She glowered at his reflection in her mirror. The black hand brace wrapped around her left hand, keeping it still lest it hurt more. It was that kind of day and it seemed it was going to get worse. “You know I hate that title. I do have a name.”

“Yes, yes,” Josie tutted, glancing up from her tablet. She must have been waiting for it to refresh. Her eyes were usually glued to that thing. Wrangling the Inquisition’s public image via their social media accounts and websites on top of fielding all sorts of strange requests from the media was more than a full time job. With Josie at the helm, she made it look easy. Hell, it was amazing enough she managed to secure funding when they were just a ragtag bunch of survivors on ground zero. “We all know that, Inquisitor.”

Trev’s frown deepened, knowing what Cullen and Josie were trying to do. They were trying to made it so irksome to be in their presence that she would hurry the fuck up and get dressed. Then, they could be on their way. They after all had a chartered plane to catch, paid for by the Chantry to boot. One of the many perks of being the Inquisitor, no doubt. 

“You have,” Cullen said, taking the tablet from Josie, scrolling through a document on it, “at last count no less than 300 death threats from the last six months.”

“347 to be exact,” Josie added. 

“Fine, fine,” Trev growled, checking the straps again. She didn’t need it to chafe. Chafing would be bad, very, very bad. She truly wasn’t looking forward to what the media was already calling the meeting that would mark the end of the Rift Incident. 

Yes, the initial Rift above the Scared Ashes was closed two whole years ago. Ground zero five years on bear no mark of the event that shook Thedas. Most had thought the Rift Incident was over but even as hard as they worked to locate and close all secondary Rifts, there were still reports of more being found. Plus, there was also the recovery efforts to consider. The Scared Ashes might be fine now, but there were places still rebuilding from the sheer damage and loss of lives. Nobody was looking out for the little people as Sera would say. 

Trev knew what the people would think — have a grand party, pin a stupid medal or two on her chest, even though she was discharged from the military so many years ago, and call it done. The Inquisition’s work wasn’t done and wouldn’t be done for a good while. 

In truth, this Exalted Council was called to address the concerns of the governments of Thedas, in particular Ferelden and Orlais, given the Inquisition’s base of operations. Neither would stomach the Inquisition’s continued existence as a citizen militia any longer now that Thedas wasn’t going to end next Tuesday. 

Trev sighed, buckling the last button. Whatever complaints she might have had about their uniform, she had to admit it made her look good. Tugging her jacket straight, her eyes traced the lines of her black jacket. It was accented with white threads and silver buttons. A black belt clinched around her waist and it was all completed with a pair of black pants and shoes. 

“Now was that so hard?” Cullen asked, stepping forward to brush some imaginary dust from her shoulders. 

“It can’t already have lint and shit sticking on it, can it?” Trev asked. “Where’s that lint roller?”

He turned and went looking for it through her drawers while Josie folded her arms across her chest. “I know what you’re doing.”

Trev’s eyebrows rose. “I’m just trying to look the best I can,” she said as innocently as she could.

“No,” Josie rebutted. “You’re stalling. You do know this is a chartered flight right? It won’t leave without you.”

“I am not,” she protested as Josie handed her hat. For the record, it was also all in black. 

Josieis finger stabbed in the direction of the door. “It’s time to go, Inquisitor.”

Trev sighed, tucking the hat under her arm. “Do I really have to?”

Cullen chuckled. “Yes you do. If you don’t, I think Leliana will come and drag you there by your ear.”

Trev shuddered. Her former spymaster was a formidable woman. She did not want to incur the wrath of the woman who was now in charge of the entire Chantry. She had the Templars and Seekers at her command. The Inquisition’s bare bones troops was no match for that. 

“All right, all right,” she raised her hands up, “you win.”

“It will be good to see the others again,” Cullen remarked. 

Trev stiffened. It would, it really would, but it also the main reason why she was so reluctant to go. There was no way to get out of this, she knew that in her heart of hearts. “The ceremonial sword is packed?” she asked, taking the first steps towards the door. 

“Yes,” Josie said. “It’s already in the car.”

“What about my pistol? You can’t possibly ask me to go unarmed. You just told me I have a shit load of death threats,” she pointed out, this question she directed at Cullen. He was her second after… after she had left to take her place by Leliana’s side, not that she begrudged Leliana of her choice. Well, she kind of was, but still…

“Yes, I’ve had it secured and got it cleared with customs on both ends,” Cullen said. “It’s already waiting at the other side.”

“No more stalling,” Josie snapped, putting her tablet away. 

This was how Trev knew Josie meant business. Almost nothing could drag her attention from the carefully curated social media empire she had crafted for the Inquisition. Trev held her hands up and surrendered, knowing she was only delaying the inevitable. 

The plane was more like a jet. Gleaming white and polished against the empty tarmac. Staff were loading the cases into the jet. 

The last time Trev had to move was when she was discharged from the Ostwick Marines. Everything she owned then could fit in a duffle. She didn’t have much but she had the financial ability to enrol into university thanks to the GI bill. Now, it seemed now she couldn’t do anything without someone trailing after her. She was supposed to take advantage of the bill, get a degree and find a job in a field that didn’t involved waking up at the crack of dawn for morning PTs. Look how well that plan turned out. 

Go to a TED Talk, they say. It’s the Divine, they say. Look what the fuck happened. 

Five years on and still Trev sometimes daydreamed about a world where the Rift Incident never happened. Thedas wouldn’t have been on the brink of destruction over a science experiment gone horribly wrong. She wouldn’t have been part of a militia force of people banding together because they needed protection, they needed some kind of leadership. Well, that and she was the only one who wasn’t affected by the Rifts. 

Here she thought she was done with fighting. What a joke that was. She spent more time in combat in those five years with the Inquisitor than when she was enlisted. 

The Rift Incident had left her with more than just a gash across her left palm and a hand brace to manage her nerve pain. It had left her with a family formed not of blood but of bonds, a family that loved for who she was, not how she could potentially benefit them. 

“The plane’s cleared,” Cullen said. 

Trev straightened and picked up her bag. This she insisted on carrying herself. She was no spoilt little Free Marcher noble. Hopefully, she’d be able to catch up on the books she had downloaded onto her kindle for the five hour plane ride over, and not be forced to read dossiers upon dossiers of the various head of states that were going to be present. Maybe the ten books she had prepared was a little ambitious even taking the return flight into consideration. 

“You know, if I were to assassinate someone like myself, I’d steal a missile launcher and fire it while the plane is taking off,” she pointed out. 

Cullen blanched, half turning towards Rylen, orders poised on his lips to have the entire airport checked over again. Trev chuckled until she realised Cullen was taking her seriously. 

Oh shit, I’ve broke Cullen.

It seemed, five years on, Cullen hadn’t catch her brand of humour. Cassandra would have snorted and ignored her. No, she corrected in her head, snorted, rolled her eyes, then ignored her. A pang of dull ache flared in her chest, and she quickly forced down. “It’s a joke,” Trev said, reaching out to grab Cullen’s shoulder. “A joke.”

Cullen’s eyes widened. “A joke, but it might be real too.”

She sighed. “Come on, let’s go,” she jerked her chin at Josie who was tapped her foot impatiently, crooking a finger in their direction. “We shouldn’t keep Josie waiting.”

Trev wouldn’t take no for answer and tugged Cullen along behind her. He had to follow or risk tripping, but he wasn’t to be deterred either. He shouted a stream of instructions at Rylen who stood on the tarmac, waving them off. “Just text him, we do actually have 4G network now,” she pointed out. 

Trev couldn’t read, so much for that idea. She stared at the words on her Kindle and her eyes just kept skipping over lines. The plane was too noisy. It wasn’t that Cullen and Josie were in a non-stop conversation since they took off. Far from it, Cullen was vigilantly typing away at an email for Rylen, filled with instructions, protocols and guides so that he could run the Inquisition smoothly while Cullen was away. She sent a whispered prayer, to a Maker she didn’t really believe in, for Rylen’s sake. It would be one hell of an email. Josie on the other hand was editing photos she had forced Trev to pose for. Non-candid candid shots, according to Josie was where things are at, nobody liked obviously posed shots. Those photos would probably be going up their social media feed once they land. 

What kept her from reading was the low level hum that came with all flights. Noise cancelling headphones only made Trev feel sick so that was out of the question. Listening to music made it impossible to concentrate on the words on her kindle. More overwhelmingly was the knowledge that after two years since most of the core members of the Inquisition had returned home or to new missions, Trev was going to see Cassandra again. Every second she spent on the plane, was one second she was getting nearer to Cassandra. It was a meeting she dreaded and craved all at once, it was unbearable. 

In a bid to distract herself, Trev pulled up the itinerary Josie had sent to her. 

Friday 21st March 17:17 Arrival at Val Royeaux International Airport

Friday 21st March 18:47 Clear customs, depart for Grande Royeaux Hotel

Friday 21st March 19:42 Check in at Grande Royeaux Hotel

Friday 21st March 20:00 Check in on the Inquisitor, make sure she is dressed for the Formal dinner.

Friday 21st March 20:15 Formal dinner at Restaurante Drakon

The itinerary went into more and more minute detail, stretching all the way down to the point where her shower and sleep were scheduled. Is there anything not on the itinerary? She checked, Josie had allowed her for a very healthy eight hour of sleep. It was generous but unnecessary in the grand scheme of things. Sleep had never been great for her and the Rift Incident had only made it worse. 

Life was much easier when she was back in the Marines. It was almost relaxing before she was caught up in a bid to save the fucking world. Hell, even leading the Inquisition squad fighting rioters, gangs and whatever else that the Rift threw at them was less taxing than this. Politics would always be the bane of her existence. 

“Josie,” she called out. “What’s this about a formal dinner?”

“It’s just a little gathering among friends,” came the reply. 

“But a formal dinner isn’t quite what I picture for a dinner with friends.”

Josie shifted, the cream coloured leather yielded easily with the motion as she turned to face Trev. “Well this is Val Royeaux after all. Everything is formal here.”

Cullen looked up from his laptop. “Does that mean we still have to wear our uniforms to the dinner?”

“Maker, no. It’s for the press when we disembark.”

He straightened in his seat, closing the laptop. Trev knew he meant business now. “Press? Are we not landing at the private terminal?”

“Oh no, Cullen. We’re landing at the international terminal. If we want to maintain any say in what happens to the Inquisition,” Josie threw her a glance, which she averted her eyes, “we have to milk all the public appreciation we can get.”

“But security will be a nightmare,” he groaned. “We need more manpower.”

“I know and the Divine has provided us with her best.”

Trev stiffened. The Divine’s best was her right hand. And that meant…

“Cassandra will be there with Bull and his men,” Josie completed Trev’s thought. 

She swallowed stiffly. “But wouldn’t Leliana need protection too? Why would she send the Seeker?”

Josie’s gaze softened, no doubt reading between the lines of what Trev couldn’t put into words. Her attempt at romancing the former and current Right Hand of the Divine had been short lived and apparently very public. That was something she didn’t realise it at the time. Trev had hoped she could, would, move on eventually but months and years on, it seemed it was still very much a work in progress. 

“Because you’re a VIP and it would not do to have you assassinated at the event of the decade,” Josie replied breezily. 

Trev appreciated not having her rather obvious attempts to avoid meeting Cassandra not be remarked upon. She should get out while she’s ahead. “Yes, sure but I guess if someone assassinated me, it would solve everyone’s problem. The Inquisition has gone from the saviour of Thedas to a thorn in their side really quickly. 

“Do not say that, Trevelyan,” Josie said, her eyes flashed. 

“Yes please, my heart can’t take this stress,” Cullen added. 

Shit. Now I’ve upset them. Trev chuckled. “It’s just a joke, all right?”

Josie and Cullen exchanged glances. Neither looked assuaged by her words.

“Look, I’m sorry,” she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “Let’s just enjoy this little peace and quiet before the media circus descends on us.”

“Maker, yes,” Cullen scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’m not worried about today, but I am about the photo op tomorrow morning. It will be hell to secure. I should go over the plan again.”

Josie shot her one more look before turning back to her work. The silence - not silence returned. It was the hum that invaded her head and refused to leave. Trev leaned back against the chair and clamped her headphones over her ears, determined to disappear into the rhythmic yelling, smooth vocals and gentle guitar strings. 

I don't wanna spend my life Trying to fight for what's not mine

But no amount of Hoizer or Lumineers was going to ease the weariness that had descended upon her shoulders. 

I don't wanna lose myself In someone else's dream

She fully expected to be told to smile, to look dashing in her uniform and all the while she would be dying slowly inside standing next to the woman that — She yanked her thoughts back. It was enough she’d have to live the reality, she didn’t have to drown in them preemptively. 

I know I was made with a purpose To reach past the surface Live life fearlessly

Letting loose a frustrated growl, she dug around in her backpack and pulled her tablet out. 

I want nothing less Than to be who I'm meant to be

It was battered, the screen chipped off at the corners, a long crack ran down its length. The cover was dog-eared and covered in stickers. She unlocked it, purposely ignoring the photo album app, opting instead to bring up her journaling app. With a sigh, she settled into writing another entry into it. 

“Trevlyan,” someone called and shook her shoulder. 

Trev jolted to full wakefulness, her hand went straight for where her pistol would typically be, strapped to her thigh. It wasn’t there. “Fuck, Cullen, please,” she hissed when she managed calm her thumping heart. 

“Sorry, but we’re here.”

Here, as in Orlais. Here, as in Val Royeaux. Here, as in soon she’d be seeing Cassandra. Fuck.

She pushed herself off the seat and strapped on her vest again before shrugging on her jacket. As she made her way towards the exit, Josie stopped her. Reaching towards her hair with a comb, Josie dragged it over her hair, trying to tame the mess she had acquired from the nap. Deft fingers teased her straight hair into artful stylised soft curls. “There, now you look presentable,” she declared before handing Trev the ceremonial sword. “Got to look dashing for the cameras.”

Trev rolled her eyes and grinned. “I’m already handsome enough as it is.”

“I wish you let me put some makeup on for you.”

“No, I might be the Inquisitor, I’m not a celebrity or superstar, I don’t need makeup. I just need this over so we can continue our work.”

“Maker willing, we’ll be done in the projected a week,” Cullen said. 

“Rylen will be fine,” she and Josie said in unison, and they shared a chuckle. 

Trev took a deep breath and buckled the sword on. “Come on, the fucking press awaits.”

Trev stepped off the plane and found Bull grinning at her. “Welcome to Val Royeaux, boss.”

She laughed. Bull, or officially named Iron Bull, and his biker gang were mostly former military. It was an easy choice to recruit them to the cause. They had been vital in extending their reach beyond their initial staging ground in Haven. Now Bull and the rest of the Chargers had been contracted to play private security for this particular circus. 

“How are the others? The Chargers doing well?” she asked, staggering a couple of steps forward as Bull slapped her shoulder. 

Grimacing, she knew it was going to bruise tomorrow, and she punched the bicep Bull offered her. It was a special little greeting between them, a tradition they made up since his time with the Inquisition. Her fist thumped solidly against pure muscle and her knuckles protested. 

“Are you getting soft, boss?” Bull asked, laughing. 

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “It’s been a while since we had to head out to close a new Rift. But there are…”

“Seven pending cases for Harding to check out and report back,” Cullen finished her sentence. 

Trev shouldered her bag. “That.”

Bull took her bag out of her hands and handed it off to one of his people. “No stuff. You have the press to meet,” he reminded her. 

She rolled her eyes and entered the airport terminal, making her way towards the customs, the private one. Blackwall who was standing inside the terminal, looking dangerous with the same black tactical gear Bull and his Chargers were wearing. He immediately flanked her and the others as Bull peeled off and went ahead. Apparently Leliana had hired all former Inquisition members to act as her security detail. She was glad to see Blackwall had landed on his feet. Blackwall was a former Warden, one of the few people who had volunteered and survived gene mods that enhanced his physical ability. It made sense Blackwall continued to make use of them. 

“Are you working for the Chantry now?” she asked. “Or have you joined the Chargers?”

Blackwall smiled, lips emerging from the thick dark beard that wrapped around his face. It turned his face of stone into one of a gentle teddy bear’s. “Just for this event,” he replied, his voice low and warm. “She thought it will be good to have everyone here together.”

“One last hurrah?” Trev raised an eyebrow. 

“Well that reminds to be seen,” he pointed out. “You should get a move on, I’ll see you for the dinner later.”

She snorted and clasped his hand, nearly getting her hand crushed for her troubles, before striding ahead. 

Getting her passport stamped was quick and painless, unless she counted the officer asking for a selfie. Josie was shooting daggers at the oblivious officer. She all but shoved Trev along as the officer grinned and waved at them. 

“I thought you wanted me to make nice with the press?” Trev asked innocently. 

“You know very well the customs officer isn’t the press,” she hissed, her slender fingers doing its damned best to clamp over Trev’s wider and more muscular arm. 

Trev just chuckled and allowed Josie to steer her through the wide empty passageways. Her mirth died as soon as she neared the doors. Those doors would lead her out into the main areas of airport and then towards… 

Her breath lodged painfully in her chest. It twisted in her lungs seeking a way out, preferably via her heart. 

Cassandra. 

Lyrics taken from Who I’m Meant To Be by Anthem Lights

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Fic Writer Interview!

thank you @lydias--stiles for this tag, you never fail to make me feel so loved

all of my fics will be hyperlinked in this post so if you wanna check em out i won’t stop you ;)

name: chloe (blushandbooks on ao3)

fandoms: i really only write for jatp right now! i started writing for the tv show stitchers, and also have a fic for anne with an e. i have to be very invested in the characters of a tv show to write and read fanfiction for it!

where you post: archive of your own / ao3, and here on tumblr if i get a lil request ;)

most popular oneshot: umm i’m pretty sure it’s my juke thanksgiving one titled cinnamon. that one was entirely written on my phone and i was shocked at the reception it got but it has the second highest kudos count on ao3 out of all of my fics at over 300 kudos, and is my oneshot with the most kudos.

most popular multichapter: been dreaming that you feel it too, which is my fluffy pining canonverse juke 5+1. i am honestly so proud of it and am endlessly grateful for the love it has received <3

fics you were nervous to post: always am nervous to post my angstier ones (got you tonight and another broken-hearted good morning to the good side of your ghost) because ik they’re sad and no one really wants sad juke... but i gotta put them somewhere!!! lol 

how do you choose your titles: i think of song i like. i look up lyric. i look for aesthetic lyric. no aesthetic lyric, i think of new song. repeat process until fitting lyric found. 

do you outline: never aha

favorite story I've written so far: honestly i am really happy with been dreaming only because i feel like it has helped me grow so much as a writer! i write a lot of original material as well, but fanfiction to me is like coming back home to reevaluate your roots and remind yourself what is important. it is a true art that always helps me refresh what i love about writing, the passion i have for it, and how characters and character building is so fucking important. also, i can’t dare to dream about you anymore because i was more poetic in that fic than i ever have been or ever will be in my life, and i love gold rush by taylor swift, and i was honestly so happy with the balance of fluff + angst + happy ending it had

complete: ... only my one shots are complete luv

in progress: been dreaming. my high school au, i’m terrified (but i can’t resist) has 3 chapters and i will be focusing more on that when been dreaming has been concluded. i also got new au ideas from discord and may be doomed so... stay tuned. 

coming soon: the last few parts to been dreaming, more chapters of i’m terrified, and any more oneshots/au multichaps that i am too inspired to not write :) also a couple requests that i still have to answer but honestly it may never happen... school starts next week i gotta get it together

prompts: requests are closed currently but in my masterlist you can see how i have responded to prompt requests i have had in the past!!!

tagging: literally ANYBODY who sees this and wants to promote themselves. say you were tagged by me. 

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What do you do for work? I work at a public relations agency, so I handle servicing for a good number of clients across different industries. PR is basically like the extroverted sibling of journalism; and since I turned out to not enjoy journ, I gave PR a try halfway through my time in college and ended up liking it more.

What would you ideally like to do for work? I actually really enjoy what I do, like getting to work directly with big local and even international brands. I’m glad I made the decision to make the career shift because I can’t imagine how miserable I would be in a newsroom.

What are you doing in order to achieve this? I’m already where I want to be, at least for now. I don’t see it changing any time soon because I’m nowhere near tired of the work yet.

What is the meaning of your life? What is it that you really live for? Erm I don’t really try to define it or have an answer to this right away because I feel like it puts a lot of unwanted pressure on me, by me. As long as I’m satisfied in the present, I shouldn’t be worrying for whom or what my life is ultimately supposed to be.

Have you ever REALLY thought what it means to have children? Yup. Having kids would be the perfect life, but realistically speaking I am not at all ready to start that particular chapter. I don’t make enough money to be able to build a family, and I’ve never even tried changing a diaper yet...then you have to think about weekly formulas, what school to enroll them in, building a nursery...it’s all very hectic and stressful and it’s definitely not a priority as of the moment.

Are you planning to have children anyway? It would be nice, but I still don’t know if it’s in my future.

What is the most awful thing about the world today? I doooooooooon’t understand racism. It’s those videos of white people being caught on tape harassing POCs without a care in the world that get to me the most. It’s horrifying and it’s made me have close to zero plans to travel to the places where the videos usually come from. It’s happened too many times and too many clips have gone viral, that I can’t help but think it would happen to me and my family as well. What do you think is the worst being on the planet? Abusive and/or neglectful parents.

Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? Nopes.

Have you ever been in court? If so, in which role? Definitely not.

Which do you think is a more valuable being, a human or an animal? I don’t think it’s fair to compare. A life is a life.

What, in your opinion, will cause the end of the world? I’m gonna let science answer this and refer to whatever predictions they have for the future based on their calculations. 

What does your mother do for work? She works in an international hotel chain as an executive secretary, but work is actually kind of slippery for her at the moment because of Covid. There are only certain days in the week where she’s called in to report for work, and there is a chance those requests will stop coming in at a certain point.

^If she's a homemaker, any specific reason for this? She’s not anymore but she did enjoy a brief period of being a homemaker after resigning from her previous workplace back in likeeeee 2013 I’d say? which according to her had increasingly turned into a toxic environment after 20+ years of working there.

What about your father? What does he do? He is an executive sous chef. Cruise ship industry, so his situation is also actually quite bleak. Fortunately the job security with his company is a lot stronger and more guaranteed.

How do you like your coffee? I like it sweet and for its color to be light brown.

If you're of age, what's your favorite alcoholic drink? Tequila shots if we’re going hard. Long Island Iced Tea or Zombie if I’m looking to have a chill session with friends. Red Horse is fine as well, whatever. I hate beer with a passion but I’d drink it if everyone in the table is having a bottle.

If you're under-aged, what is your favorite soft drink? Bold of you to assume all minors like soda hahaha. I don’t, though.

Do you smoke? Yeah, just super seldom though because I don’t want to form a habit. I had the opportunity to last Friday but voluntarily skipped out on it, but that was also because I already had a vape pen on me.

^If so, did you start when you were 18 or were you younger? My first cigarette was when I was 21. Start of 2020.

Did your parents approve of your smoking/alcohol use before you turned 18? They wouldn’t have approved of it at all. And I wouldn’t have let myself either.

Do you have siblings? If not, skip the next few questions. Yeup.

Are you eldest, in the middle or youngest? I’m the eldest of two siblings.

How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? With my sister, 2 years. With my brother, 5 years.

Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Not at all, actually. We were all well-behaved, aka the three of us were always too shy to do anything bad or mischevious. I guess the biggest issues with each of us were - I was very messy with my stuff and ignored all my homework; Nina was a crybaby and would get into tears over literally any inconvenience; and my brother was a violent crybaby, which means he is Nina but always ready to punch you in the face, kick you in the neck or stomach, scream into your ear, etc.

If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? My sister is taking up digital filmmaking in an art school; my brother is only in his junior year of high school.

Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? I’m not jealous of her, but Nina is amazing at art and drawing and painting and all that stuff and I always wish I shared even like 1/98th of her skills, hahah.

Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my family, yeah. I’m nowhere near ready to start being on my own.

What do you think about growing up? Like what Paramore said (heheh), has to happen sometimes.

What about having responsibilities? I don’t really think anything of them? They’re kind of expected.

Do you know how to cook? Nope.

^If so, what's your favorite thing to cook? I don’t know how to make anything yet, but some dishes I would love to be able to master are risotto and paella. I’d also love to inherit my grandma’s kare-kare recipe but I’m already 300% sure from this early that I’ll never be able to make it as good as she does.

What about baking? I also can’t bake but some stuff I’d want to learn how to make are cupcakes, macarons, cheesecake, and a chocolate chip cookie recipe so good that my kids would literally bring their friends over to our house just to make them try it.

Do you ever drink tea? Iced tea for the most part. If I do ever drink the traditional hot tea, it’s usually because it’s served either at a hotel I’m staying at, or at an Asian restaurant.

Have you ever followed any of these fad diets that go around? I don’t follow a diet. I’m usually open to trying out foods that are packaged to fall under a certain diet, though – paleo, keto, etc. - just to experience how much different it could possibly taste from the food I typically have.

What do you usually order at your favorite restaurant? I usually get rosu, a type of tonkatsu cut that has a lining of fat on its side. My favorite restaurant then provides unlimited rice, miso soup, and cabbage with my order.

Do you prefer a proper restaurant to a fast food place? Not necessarily. I love a lot of either.

What's your dream vehicle? A Mini Countryman.

What about your dream house? I don’t have an exact image of it yet, but I always said that my dream house, wherever and whatever it might be, must have a room for all the wrestling memorabilia I plan to collect in the future. It’ll be like a ~mancave~  as I also plan to have a couch and a big TV in it so I can watch documentaries and pay-per-views there.

What is the biggest dream of your life? Right now, I would say the ‘biggest’ - since I’ve established it since I was a kid - is to go to the 50th installment of Wrestlemania, which is like the Superbowl of wrestling. This year it’ll be the 37th, so I have 13 years left to plan the dream out and save up and stuff.

If you could travel to another country right now, where would you go? Morocco.

What is a country you'd never ever visit? There isn’t a country I wouldn’t want to visit at least once. I’d probably avoid the ones that have dangerous political situations or are literally at war at the moment, but it doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to step foot in them.

Are you good at taking care of your finances? I’m getting there! I was able to have a good amount of savings this month :) My finances were shit for the first two months of my job because there was immediately soooooooo much to pay for, but I’m glad everything is on track now.

Have you ever had any trouble paying your bills? Well no, because I don’t pay my own yet. I do hand a portion of my allowance to my parents every payday so that I can help out with the family bills, though.

What about your rent? We don’t have rent.

What do you think is the best thing about being an adult? The freedom that comes with it is very empowering. I don’t technically have to ask permission to go out with friends anymore, or be scared of a curfew (but my mom still imposes one, LOL. It’ll mellow it within time though, I’m sure); I make my own money and can spend it however way I want while the rest I can save; I can take a drive or book an entire trip altogether as long as I can afford it...it’s letting me get to know myself even more, in a way that college and my teenage years weren’t able to do.

What about the worst? Being expected to have my shit together when I’m very clueless still about so many things in life. I make fuckups at work at least once a week and I always feel like I’m going to get fired with every mistake, lol.

Is there a person in your life, who wastes their life somehow? Hmm, I don’t think so. I have an uncle who had seemed to be headed nowhere before, but I think he’s slowly getting back on track. I think. At least I don’t hear anything about him anymore.

^If so, how are they wasting their life? Never had a stable job, was a neglectful husband and father (I think he still is), was never able to secure a house and even a car for his family, and deals with his problems by drinking...and worse, drunk-driving, sometimes. It’s an embarrassment and I don’t care if my grandma tells me off for giving him the cold shoulder every family gathering. I’m not gonna get close to someone who negatively affects my mood and my energy.

What is something you need to do, but you keep postponing it? Getting a new pair of glasses. Booking an appointment is a Newly-Unlocked Adult Thing that I’ve never done yet, so I’m nervous and I keep putting it off, hahaha.

Do you think life should just hand things to you? Not at all.

Or should you earn the things you want and need with hard work? Yeah, there you go.

Would you rather live off government benefits or earn your own money? Earn on my own, as much as possible. But some balance would be nice as well so that I can start feeling as if the government is actually helping and serving me.

When you take a survey, do you skip questions? Typically, no. But some of the older ones I’ve seen made by, like, 15 year olds of the time will have nonsense, downright immature, or lowkey racist/homophobic questions that I will have no problem deleting altogether as I think no one here would have any interest in answering them either.

Why, do you think, people write lyrics as the title for a survey? To be creative and catchy, I guess. And it works - I do tend to click on surveys that use lyrics.

If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? Look for things to share, mainly. I’m fully back on it now after going a way for a bit to do some healing on my own.

If you have a Twitter, what do you use it for? As a space to let out literally all my thoughts and brianfarts. No one cares on Twitter, so it’s the perfect space to make a mess and be a mess.

If you have a Tumblr, what do you use it for? I used to have a wrestling-themed Tumblr (and before that, many more other themed Tumblrs), but when my interest died down I soon switched to using Tumblr for my surveys and being more lowkey altogether on here.

If you have an iPhone, why? I find it easier to use, and I like the interface more. The camera’s features are also more to my liking.

If you have an iPad, why? We have a really old model of it, and we bought that because iPads were all the rage at the time. It had been the newest concept from Apple and most people felt they had to have one, including my family. We definitely don’t feel the need to get another tablet anytime soon since it just functions like a giant phone for the most part.

If you have the latest electronic gadgets, did you pay for them yourself? I’ve never paid for a gadget before.

Do you always put your litter in a trashcan? Of course. I know how to pick up after myself like a respectful human. < Yup.

When you walk/ride your bike/drive your car, are you careful? Yeah, unless I’m mad. Sometimes road rage will take over me tbh, especially if other people on the road have been stupid for quite some time.

What is the rudest thing a person could do or say to you? Something phobic after seeing Jess and I together. < This reminds me of when my ex and I used to get stares or whispers in public. But to be honest, I actually enjoyed those encounters because it only served as fuel for me to get even more affectionate and piss them off more, lol. Good times. 

Anyway, the rudest thing I can think of at the moment is being cut while in line. Some people do it so subtly too, and their shy, careful shuffle to get in front of me is what irritates me the most because THEY KNOW they’re doing something shitty and yet are being so sneaky about it.

Have you ever been that rude to someone else? I have never cut in line, never will.

Do you think your parents are proud of you and what you do with your life? I don’t know. I hope so. I don’t know if they’re expecting me to move out at this point, but I hope they’re at least proud of the fact that their first kid managed to land a job, especially considering we’re living in Covid times.

Which would you rather be, famous or a "nobody"? Why? Can’t I be somewhere in between? When it boils down to it, I’d probably go with being a nobody...I’d miss the socialization and having friends, but at least it means I can get away with more.

Do you need to have the latest fashion in clothes and accessories? It would be nice, but I’m not desperate to have them.

If you have a job, do you get along with your co-workers? Yeah, I’d say so. I definitely have never fought with anyone yet. It’s hard to gauge my relationship with each of them because I entered the workplace while we’re under WFH so I’ve only gotten to talk to most of them through Viber; but so far, so good.

What kind of hobbies do you have? I like traveling and learning, so anything that’s got to do with those - going to museums, visiting ancestral houses, trying local art forms - I would definitely dive into. But if I’m not in a new province or country altogether, I like trying out new food and new restaurants, embroidering, watching my favorite shows, coloring, painting, and reading essays about history. :)

Would anything in the whole world make you give up any of those hobbies? I’m not super attached to painting anymore, so I guess.

Have you had/do you have any pets? I currently have two dogs. In the past we’ve had a cat, a rabbit, two birds, and several goldfish.

Do you even like animals? I love them, except insects.

If you aren't already, would you ever get married? It would be a nice thing to tick off my life event list.

If you are already married, what was the ultimate reason for the marriage? -

As a child, did you do anything really bad? I was raised in a highly violent household with the worst influences as my elders. Yes, I managed to squeeze in some horrible stuff when no one was looking.

^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? I was violent towards my brother but won’t get into it. The only thing I’ll mention is that I used to chase him around with a knife whenever he’d start becoming too much of a headache.

As a teenager, did you do anything really bad? I don’t think so. I was well-traumatized and abused by the time I was a teenager so I was afraid of fucking anything up and being in more trouble.

^If so, what was it? What were the consequences? The worst thing I did was lie about my performance in school, honestly. Which, looking back now, doesn’t even seem like a big deal considering I was only in high school then and grades from there barely matter.

Do you have a problem with authority? Nope. Well, a good number of my teachers didn’t seem to like me for some reason. I’d say it’s their problem though since I never did anything to raise hell in school, ever.

What's your favorite comic strip? I don’t have one.

Is there a piece of clothing you absolutely must wear every day Underwear... < Yep.

Has a doctor ever told you to lose weight? No. I’ve always been on the lighter side so that has never been a comment given to me by anyone.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a lifelong disease? Isn’t scoliosis a lifelong thing? If it is, then yes I have been.

What is something you absolutely hate? Fruits.

What about something you absolutely love? Seafood! Which is why I have spicy tuna salad and dynamite rolls with me at the moment :)

[publishinggoblin]

How to Run a Kickstarter, pt 1

Hey y’all! 

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

So I’ve run a few Kickstarters now (3 on my SevenThirteenBooks profile, and 12 on my CosmicMirrorGames profile), and I feel like I can share my learnings!

Note, though I’ve run 15 Kickstarters, 5 of them failed or were cancelled. Three of those were for one project that I just kept trying to fund, and still haven’t been able to make successful. I am working on it more and more though, and plan to do a big Kickstarter launch next year with it one (hopefully) final time with all the things I’ve learned. 

Another got relaunched and was successful, and the final project was relaunched.... and was successful! So the 3 failed projects? Those are just one thing that will be successful next time. Why? Because I’ve learned a key element.

How to be honest. Let’s break it down.

If you are considering running a Kickstarter, it starts with being honest with yourself. Consider:

What is the purpose of my project? Is this something I actually need a Kickstarter for, or is this something I can afford out of pocket? Remember that the core purpose of Kickstarter is to crowdfund your idea, to help you afford something you couldn’t afford on your own in order to bring together a big project that your backers can have a part of.

What will my project cost? Note that since you’re doing a Kickstarter, this doesn’t just include what it will cost for art or design work, or even just the manufacturing of your item-- it also includes the production of items for your backers and the shipping to them! You have to figure out the price points for your production. What is the minimum you need to get the money to artists/factories/manufacturers/designers/yourself to get the work done to make the item? Okay, now you can double that. That is roughly going to be your base goal for funding. 

Is that attainable? Now that you have a good idea of what your base funding goal is, you need to take a step back to be honest with yourself, almost brutally so. Is your project unique and cool enough to bring in enough people to fund that goal? Do you have enough followers to bring in on your project? Or more, do you have enough marketing know-how and gumption to self-promote like wild? Assume that you are going to be having the lowest pledge tier be at least double production cost. How many people do you need to fill out the base funding goal? 

Some stories from me on this part. My first project, Umbra & Mirn, had a funding goal set at $1500. Why? I don’t know, it was totally arbitrary. It seemed like an attainable number. 38 people supported it, giving me $1687. Seems like a win, right? Except-- not at all. I used all of the money  outright to get 6 pieces of art from one artist. It was a 300+ page book that just.... had 6 pieces of art. So then I had to start shelling out from my pocket for more art, and do some of the art myself, and then when it was all put together? What a mess. No cohesive art to the book, and now I needed to ship out 38 copies of this book to people, having already gone over the money I earned. That was easily over $1000 more I had to spend.

So what could I have done differently? Let’s mirror what’s above:

I didn’t know what the purpose of my project was. I knew I wanted to make a TTRPG book, and I knew it would be roughly 200-300 pages, but I had no idea what the purpose of the Kickstarter campaign was. I know now, without a doubt, it was to help fund the art. Which leads me to the next point.

I had no concept of what the art would cost. I knew vaguely what art could cost, but I hadn’t been reaching out to artists and getting quotes for pieces. I didn’t even know what art pieces I wanted-- I had 0 concept for what I was doing. Starting a Kickstarter begins first with outlining your costs and understanding what you need to have done. You certainly can run a Kickstarter not knowing these things, but that tends to lead to failure on the backend, when you have the money but don’t know where it all should be going.

I had 0 concept of what I could earn. This is probably true for all first time Kickstarter runners. I figured that just among friends I could make $1,500-- but again, I didn’t even know where that money was going. I made no attempts to go big or go home-- to reach out to communities that would care or do research about what groups would want a game like this. I just threw it out there without any real preparation. Bad! Bad design!

Whereas with my more recent Normal Tarot project, done with CT, I took the time to consider what we could do. I looked at our previous joint project, Furiously Prognosticating, and knew that we could do probably a few thousand more than that project did-- knowing both that there is a big market for tarot decks on Kickstarter, and that with each project I run on either account, I get more and more followers and return backers, and tend to make more money.

I budgeted out what the artist requested, plus factoring in manufacturing and shipping costs, I drew out a fair number with clear stretch goals. I was honest with myself and underestimated the crowd we ended up drawing, which was for the best. In the end, with good marketing and posting, we succeeded, but it all starts here.

With being honest about your project, what it’s for, and what it needs.

Pt 2 coming soon on how to prepare for your project after the honesty what nots.

[qrbie]

The Masterlist

Hey. I know it’s been ages since my last fic rec, but my motivation is slowly building again and I think I’m going to have a big one coming up soon. Meanwhile, I tossed a ton onto @0nceuponafanfic, so she might have something brewing for y’all. Anyways, I’ve been updating this thing, so if you ever need a pile to fall back on when I’m MIA, here you go!

Please tell me if I’m missing something, like a trigger warning or a link to someone’s Tumblr. Also don’t be afraid to rec me your favorite fics or even your own fics! I wanna see them. If you want to request fic recs, I’m open for those too! Even if you don’t have fics or even a specific purpose, come to my inbox and mess around. I’m bored and want human interaction.

‘allo people! yeah yeah yeah It’s been AGES since the last update so I’mma dump some new fics into here soon. I’m also gonna fix up the organization a bit. so sayonara and see ya later!

As always, stay hydrated!

Happy pride, everyone!

Last updated 6/23

1-Chapter bits of fluff or angst or something else

one hell of a hook | A TodoBaku fic... but don’t let that drive you away! This is an amazing fic, so please give it a try before you judge.

Mafia Au | What if Present Mic was a yakuza boss and Aizawa was a spy? (There’s a lot more to this, including a lot more art, over at @nartothelar‘s blog)

UA Music Conservatory | a series of one-shots in an AU where UA is actually a music school.

Silent Shadow | has the potential to evolve into something bigger. Nomu!Midoriya is Kurogiri’s protege. So cool.

Present Mic’s Awesome Mixtape 2.0 | Aizawa doesn’t like any kind of music. Shocking, right? After discovering this, Yamada has a new goal. Find a type of music Aizawa likes.

cultivating something so divine | Vet!Kiribaku, with so much fluff and animals and mutual pining that even the hardest of hearts can be softened.

The story of how Midoriya Izuku won the Sport Festival | I love a good dose of Crack Treated Seriously, and here’s some.

Trash Goblin Finds Love | “Bakugou. This is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.”

president of the krbk club | Whenever something exciting happens, what does Midoriya do? Whip out his notebooks, of course. So what happens when Bakugou isn’t pushing Kirishima away?

It's Hard to Get Past Some Things | Whenever Midoriya’s drunk, Todoroki’s his designated caretaker. What happens when drunk Midoriya decides to talk about kids (or pups, whatever)? (A/B/O)

it's just the little things | Bakugou’s interactions over the years (stealing from the official summary here)

The Knock-On Effect | There’s only a couple types of knocks that Bakugou likes. Kirishima’s knocks in the middle of the night are one of them.

Smile for me, would you? | Unlike the rest of us, Present Mics has goals, and actually follows through with them. This goal? Make his neighbor, Shouta Aizawa, smile.

Shadowed Soul, Electric Eyes (We'll Be Okay) | What if Tokoyami and Kaminari, people with completely different quirks, got quirk-swapped?

A Matter of Pride | How everyone in BNHA came out. That’s it. It’s so fluffy, though.

firedancer | Unlike the rest of these, this one has the tiniest bit of angst. So little you’d need a microscope, though. Whenever someone falls in love, romantically, platonically, or any other way, a flower appears on their skin. Kirishima has a ton of flowers, but where are Bakugou’s?

A Mile in New Shoes (and A Mile Too Far) | Artist!Bakugou is invited to his first house party... Luckily he has three guys showing him around.

Boy things | Ashido loves her friends, but sometimes it gets lonely being the only girl in the Bakusquad. Good thing they understand!

come home to me | Kiribaku might’ve gotten a telepathic connection... There’s so much fluff in this one!

one to ten | Kirishima wants to date Bakugou, but he’s gotta climb the ladder of friendship first!

Get Mad! | Bakugou teaches Eri how to cope, and Eri returns the favor.

bakugatsu | Yeah, I know this is 20 chapters long, but it’s basically 20 drabbles compiled together by the amazing wonhaebunny!

a mix of six | Probably my favorite series of all time, no matter the fandom. What happens when Aizawa and Hizashi adopt Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou and Eri?

KiriBaku Week 2020 | A series by PoorUnfortunateSoul - full of fluff!

Safety In Numbers | A little bit of fluff and a lot of parental Erasermic.

Multi-chapter Stories

How To Get Adopted Without Letting Your Dad Know He's Adopting You, A Guide By Class 1-A | Good old fashioned school fluff. (WIP)

Dandelion | No masterlist is complete without at least one fic from the legendary Broken Realities, right? So here’s @owlf45‘s fic... (there’s a lot more! Check out the Broken Realities Collection on Ao3 for at least some of them... I bet there’s a lot more floating around.) (WIP)

Phosphenes | A Naruto/BNHA crossover, Mina is reborn from Naruto, and learns to navigate life even with such a big burden on her shoulders. (WIP)

Flour Power | Kirishima and Bakugou are supposed to take care of a sack of flour for a school project. What could go wrong?

Not really a villain, but close enough | “Aizawa didn't expect the raid to go so well. he didn't expect the informant to be so useful and well-mannered. who was hi kidding? Aizawa didn't expect the informant to be a kid. but the green-eyed boy cuffed to the interrogation table was wiling to help, and Aizawa wasn't one to look the gift horse in the mouth“ (WIP)

green haze | Vigilante!Midoriya is known as the Green Haze, a vigilante, Eraserhead’s supposed to capture. Shenanigans happen.

2am Knows All Secrets | One of those classic Kiribaku fics that trickle through the ranks. Lots of fluff, with good ol’ tropes like sharing a bed and mutual pining and Good Friends, and-it’s great.

The life of a hero | Such a good series. It’s so amazing. It gives angst and pain but then soothes it over with fluff, but then it tears you apart... and then it gives you life... a great read.

The Last Resort | This is basically pure angst. It’s so painful, but it’s such a good story... Shinsou was sold as a young child to a yakuza. This yakuza would rent out people for their quirks... This is an amazing read, but don’t expect any fluff from this. (Check the tags! WIP)

¥300 Shampoo | When Aizawa’s working on a book at the cafe, he certainly doesn’t expect someone pulling his hair. He definitely doesn’t expect getting a free haircut out of it, either.

quote love unquote | Take the official summary “When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.”

lovin is easy | Blasty doesn’t get “feelings,” so here’s five times Bakugou doesn’t get love and one time he does. (WIP)

The Empath & The Mind Reader | Bakugou is a mind reader, and Kirishima is a empath. If both of them can literally know what the other person’s feeling/thinking, why are they still dancing around each other? (WIP, Contains smut, Anxiety attacks)

and finally I see the world in color (the violet stands out, thanks to you) | This fic deserves a LOT more than just 76 kudos. Sometimes people miss out on amazing fics just because it’s a femslash. Momojirou, where Yaoyaorozu is a businesslady who is bored with her life and everything else, until she happens upon the rambunctious band Dark Shadow. Seriously, please read this! (WIP)

Behind The Scenes | A KiriBaku actor AU. What happens when you start falling for your co-star - and your on-screen love interest? (WIP, It’s rated E for smut, but there isn’t any yet)

We Didn't Start the Fire | What if Touya decided to make something out of himself instead of becoming a villain? This is amazing, by the way. (WIP)

it seems i'm never letting go | Here’s how I summarized it to myself... “Koi no yokan... will Blasty experience it? (His sister left)” By the way, koi no yokan is basically love at first sight, Japanese-style. (WIP)

Lips Like Blood | What happens when Bakugou, a mage, falls in love with the one person who can’t love him back? (WIP)

Charm Me, Loser | A Hogwarts AU that has no right being that ingenius and amazing. My only problem with it is sorta small... There’s already a wizarding school in Japan... Why aren’t they going there? (WIP)

Gotta Get Away | Tsuyu and Bakugou are out getting some new hero merch together because of the new buddy system at UA. What happens when they’re mistaken for a couple? (WIP)

Opposed to the Typical | A fashion AU. This is ridiculously good. It feels like the author was actually in the Japanese fashion industry! (WIP, smut, past child abuse, mental health issues)

One Day at a Time | Pretty genius idea, actually. Bakugou and Uraraka are trapped in what is essentially a time-speeder-upper. What’s going to be a day for their classmates is going to be a year for them. What will they do in that year together? (WIP, it’s rated Mature but it’s pretty innocent so far)

The UA Quarantine Collection | Basically, a bunch of authors got together and made a ton of one-shots of what Class 1A is doing in quarentine. Technically it isn’t a coherent story, but I’m counting it as one. There’s two versions, a clean version and a version with all the smutty bits. The smutty one’s the second story in the series. This one’s linked to the clean one. (WIP)

Midoriya Fuckin' Izuku | This is an amazing fic! It has a ton of TWs, though. Make sure to read the tags before starting it! (WIP)

Seeing Double | A very good, and very long, fantasy AU. (WIP, smut)

Broken, but Still Good | Bakugou was rescued, after four years, from an illegal alpha fighting ring. Can Kirishima, a beta, help him back to society? Pay attention to the tags. (WIP, A/B/O)

Broken Wings | Kirishima’s a dragon who was rescued from the dragon slave trade by the mysterious Bakugou Katsuki, I don’t know what else to say. (WIP)

The Roast of Class 2-A | Have a crackfic. (WIP)

The Space Between | Midoriya’s a photojournalist who is just starting out. One fateful night, he goes to photograph the Antiheros in concert. (WIP, mild smut)

A Fissile Family | Bakugou’s been kidnapped by the League of Villains again. They’re actually sorta a weird family. (WIP)

Mochi Mochi | Just take the official summary. “Ochako never saw a problem with DM-ing an internationally known actor her grocery lists, absolutely certain that he'd never see them. That is—until he replies. And who the hell does he think he is to tell her mochi isn't real food?”

Green as the Leaves, and Red as a Rose | A TodoDeku flower shop AU. (WIP)

remember my name | Post-UA, Bakugou realizes that some things are for forever.

Blinding Shapes | What happens when soulmates, a blind abstract artist and a burnt out barista meet?

a heart swelled to bursting | Mind the tags, here. Training camp part 2 for Class 2A. (WIP)

manly man falls for manliest man | What happens when businessman!Kirishima meets his idol, and maybe biggest celebrity crush ever, actor!Bakugou? (Smut)

Miscellaneous Stuff From Other Fandoms

I have some Harry Potter fics lying around somewhere, so I’m going to add those later.

Stucco Hearts | One of my absolute favorite soulmate fics ever, from Percy Jackson.

Christmas and Chill | A old series I sorta just came across again from PJO.

The Florist and the Punk | Maybe another old series from PJO.

Hearts Need Love | Keep an eye on the tags! This is my favorite PJO fic of all time.

Our Songs | It’s good if I spent half an hour trying to find it again. It’s a Solangelo songfic.

Some random writers I recommend (A lot more coming along-I’m in the middle of a ton of different fics right now)

aloneintherain | @captainkirkk

wonhaebunny | @wonhaebunny

rosedvst

Sif (Rosae) | @intothedarknessigo

kiritime

sinderellaa

aloera | @aloera

Argentina | @junepixel

KuriKuri | @letaizawarest

[lgcmanager]

PRODUCER MISSION 003

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: Cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise

on OCTOBER 7, REO KANGDAE has summoned all the CURRENT PRODUCERS, old and new. in this early in the morning, the meeting with kangdae is still as informal as ever. the man has even brought pastries, coffee, tea and hot chocolate to each preferences. “hey guys, nice to see you.” he says, a friendly smile on his face “we have some new faces with us, so here’s a tl;dr about me; i am the head manager of LGC CREATIVES, i oversee pretty much everything creatively wise within the company. i’ve been spending a lot of times on future dreams and project origin lately” he confides.“anyway, one of my assistant managers is assigned to this team, called the junior producer team. you have your own office as a team, with desks for each one of you. there are a couple of recording studios in the new building, so no worries, you’ll just have to reserve them when you’re ready to work, there shouldn’t be any overlapping issues.” he makes sure that no one has questions before continuing. “you’re going to have to bear with me, because we have a lot more to discuss.”

DORMS

“for our new producers; those who are confirmed to leave can do so now, and the rest can move in the dorm.” he take a sip of coffee. “as i told the others before, since you’ve taken the producer path, we’re going to be a bit more lenient with you guys, but keep in mind that you are still artists under legacy entertainment and if you ever wish to dip in other path, you better watch yourselves. if we hear of bad behaviors, rules breaking or anything that could tarnish legacy’s image, unfortunately it won’t go unpunished. so don’t disappoint me and break a trusting bond, please.” he’s obviously not to please to have to talk about possible disciplinary measures.

SNS

“all the rules that we stated previously about having a PUBLIC INDIVIDUAL INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT haven’t changed. once you have completed a full trimester in this path and have at least 6 posts on the legacy entertainment account, you’ll be allowed to have one. we just want to make sure that you can be trusted, but you already know how it is. be smart. don’t make us take it away from you, got it? now, there are a few of you who are eligible for this new ... privilege,” he chuckles to himself, “anyway, the information will be provided to you separately. for the rest of you, better luck next time.”

DEBUT CONTRACT

“for the new producers, you must sign your NEW CONTRACT. don’t forget to read the fine print, that’s where they get you, of course, and once you’re good with it, sign it and bring it back, hm?” 

( this is just an ic note, there is no need to submit this ooc )

PRODUCER MISSION: PRODUCING K-ARTS

“future dreams season 3 is about to begin, and i’m going to be honest, i wished i could put you all on the project too, but legacy has a partnershit with K-ARTS and they have come to collect. and this is where you guys come into play.” kangdae omniously begins. “don’t worry, we’re not sending you out there to study, but rather produce debut songs for some very talented students from the Departement of Vocal Music. those songs will not be major releases, but will be performed during the university’s prestigious talent show.” he smiles at the group, knowing that this is their first opportunity to work directly with artists on their own.

“you may pair up for the project if you wish, but can also work on your own. teams of two or individuals will be responsible for ONE student.”

** ADMIN NOTE: you may pick any songs released after january 2018 sung by a solo artist. please make sure to validate your choice with the main to make sure the song is available **

PRODUCER MISSION: PRODUCER NAME

“with your public debut coming soon through the k-arts partnership, we’ll request you to submit THREE name ideas that you will use as a producer”

** ADMIN NOTE: please submit your choices through the lgcmanager account **

REQUIREMENTS

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:producermission for everything related to this event. you have until JANUARY 9, 2020, 11:59PM EDT to complete the following requirements:

PRODUCING K-ARTS: write a 300+ words solo or a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with a partner about anything related to this event  +5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +3 NOTORIETY ! ** this can be claimed 3 times, if you are working in teams of 2, one requirement MUST be with your partner **

BONUS: we know that the producer path is quite limiting, that’s why we will give +8 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE for any 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) threads not related to any events done between today and january 9, 2020 11:59EDT. ** this can be claimed 2 times **

to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before JANUARY 9, 2020, 11:59EDT.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ PRODUCER MISSION 003

PRODUCING K-ARTS: +5 (skill points distribution) +3 notoriety [ LINK ]

PRODUCING K-ARTS: +5 (skill points distribution) +3 notoriety [ LINK ]

PRODUCING K-ARTS: +5 (skill points distribution) +3 notoriety [ LINK ]

BONUS 1:  +8 (skill points distribution ) [ LINK ]

BONUS 2: +8 (skill points distribution ) [ LINK ]

[personinlovewiththeimpossible]

Alright 300 follow special, from now until 10:30ish pm tonight and tomorrow 1pm - 10pm, I will answer asks honestly and as soon as I get them:

Also I am requesting 1 reoccurring anon that signs off with a specific emoji

Also I’ll take fanart requests I guess

(I have my fandoms listed on @justmescreamingandfangirling33 but I’m open to doing art for things I’m unfamiliar with, it might just take longer. And as always, i retain the right to reef use making art that makes me uncomfortable)

Oh and this: