#Em-J Writes

[odtherat]

Yall remember when the Hanahaki disease was all over the internet and in like every fandom

Idk why. But for some reason

I had a dream abt that shit with fukin maxley AND maxanne angst man

THESE DOGS ARE TAKIN OVER MY LIIIIFFFEEEE

Ofc it was Bradley who started throwing up the flowers first(Teehee). He doesn't want to admit the feelings he has. It's not that he's doing the whole "I'm not gay" thing, even tho I do love me some internalized self-homophobia. It's more of a "I refuse to like him because of WHO he is" kinda thing.

And Max. Well, he's got a girlfriend! In a considerably healthy relationship. So.. why did a petal just come out after he coughed?

Roxanne.. She's just too scared to break up with him and hurt his feelings. It's probably won't be until a good while until he tells her about the flowers tbh. Like, until they look almost like fully bloomed flowers.

Ye, Roxy kinda fucks up a lil in this, but her heart was in the right place.

LISTEN!! I RAAARELY LOOK AT LOVE TRIANGLE(ETC) STUFF COZ I KINDA FIND IT CRINGE SOMETIMES

BUUUT THESE THREE.

I NEED THEM TO HAVE THE RELATIONSHIP ANGST! I NEED TO SEE THEM SLOWLY GET TOGETHER AND SLOWLY BECOME A THRUPLE AND AND HAVE ANGST AND AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I need more sleep

[orange-artblog]

joking around was fun but now I did a ~final of Esther‘s design xp

she‘s a supposed Aim (post dark cream) x Axel (errorink) kid made out of the magic of headcanons and inside jokes (/j)

Aim is by @zu-is-here / Axel is by @ari-cuno

anyway I went and had some more fun with her

alsoo this

[numberonecolinbridgertonlover]

Both show and book Penelope Featherington are far better than me actually because if I had to witness all of the love matches of the ton confident that it would never happen to me?? You’d be reading about me in the regency newspaper.

[largemandrill]

Shipping your tarnished with their main spirit ash is not only healing for the soul, but also gets you into heaven guaranteed.

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

"how do you write so much?" "your writing's so good, how do you do it?" the spirit of alexander hamilton possesses me any time i sit down to write, causing me to, and i quote "write like [i'm] running out of time." i did not choose the life of a writer, it chose me.

[emmetverse]

Beans are freaking dumb. Not for eating - they're great for eating. But trying to figure out if they're ready to pick? Especially these- what, runner beans? Awful. If they stay on too long, they get leathery and stringy and bad. But if it's too soon, then Em will be on his ass saying that they're small and won't make a good dinner.

Roach huffed, throwing it into the basket by his feet. All of this would be worth it if Em made that sauce out of the tomatoes. Whatever that sauce was. The kinda sweet one with the oregano. Was the oregano even still growing? It looked...

He froze. He turned a little further.

A black silhouette. Something he could only make out from the ground and sky by the glitches that moved differently.

"What the f..."

It shifted. Was it folding its arms?

"... Hello."

Roach stumbled back, scrambling for the makeshift knife in his belt.

"Don't bother. You can't hurt me." Their voice was surprisingly normal, especially for what seemed to be moving black sand. He couldn't place it, but it felt familiar.

Roach pushed the thoughts out of his head, grabbing his knife anyway anyway and brandishing it. "What do you want?!"

"It was advised..." It hesitated, and the sands shifted a little. "... That I try to gain some 'perspective'."

It was dead silent. Roach blinked several times.

"... What?"

"Your friends. The Cops."

"That doesn't explain anything-"

"I don't know! They just-" It huffed, turning away. "They interrogated me, because what other hobbies are they meant to have other than working from home. And they seemed to think I should try and be a bit 'human'. Whatever that means." It gestured. Whatever gesture it was, Roach couldn't make out. "And you're the only one who can hold a decent conversation, so here I am."

"Wait, you're the one who's been-"

"Yes."

"I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY-"

"Shh!" It moved a little closer. "Don't get me wrong, you're crazy. But you know I exist. So... I want to talk to you."

Roach was quiet, watching the faceless form for a moment.

"No."

It froze. "What?"

"No. I'm not going to have some conversation with you. You're going to let us out. Now."

"... I can't do that."

"Yes you can!"

He heard a sound that was almost like a growl. Deep, echoing, quiet.

"This isn't what I'm here to-"

"I'm not going to be your friend. I want out."

It was quiet. The figure moved as if pinching the bridge of its nose. If it even had a nose. "Whatever. This was a dumb idea anyway."

Before he could even think of what to say, the sand fell into the rest of the blackness, as if it had been dropped. The sound of the sand settling churned in the pit of his stomach. What in the everloving f-

"Roach?"

He yelped, nearly dropping the knife as he spun around. Em reeled back, nearly dropping the bucket of water.

"Hey! It's ok. Just me." He smiled a little. "Was just getting some stuff for the plants, remember?"

"... Yeah." Roach glanced aside, checking for anything, but eventually deciding to put the knife away. He didn't trust that little pile of sand leftover from that thing, even if he couldn't even make it out agaisnt the rest, ensuring he stepped around it while headed back to the beanstalks.

Em dropped the bucket near another patch. "Uh.. Who were you talking to?"

"The sand."

"... Right. Yeah. Of course," He sighed softly.

Roach looked down into the basket. It was a pitiful amount of beans, and the vines hardly had any more to offer. At least it was just the three of them tonight. This wouldn't be near enough if it was all five of them.

He looked up to Em. Dutifully tending to the farm, as always.

"Have you been online at all today?"

Em looked tover. "Huh? Uh, no. Not since yesterday, actually. Why?"

"Just curious."

"... Alright."

[c1trvswurld]

same anon from earlier asking about the curly/jimmy yaoi. i went to see mouthwashing twitter. i understand now.

Evolution

[synthshenanigans]

Man its hard to have a second favorite when they're all insanely good augh

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

(Not sure if this was already asked, but do you think Solar Flare will ever exist in this au?)

-Crumpet

:3

[chesthighwater]

HELLOOOO GAY PEOPLE WHO LIVE INSIDE OF MY DESKTOP COMPUTER apologies for my absence once again<3 i'm going thru some unprecedented irl personal tragedies, but hopefully will have a crumb more time to spend doing silly things on the internet. quick someone catch me up on everything i missed the past (balks) several months

[octoagentmiles]

hello hello hello, i come bearing headcanons for my dearest octoagents <3 the old mens™

angst cw for some of em, woops- (mentions/descriptions of anxiety, and implied trauma)

Natquik:

the Antarctica Incident had a much greater toll on him than he realizes. he's just ✨ Fine™ ✨ y'know? nbd <3 (he's not fine somebody please hug him-)

has a Thing about things breaking/not working. it causes him to immediately panic and have a million thoughts rush through his head about how he'll survive the weather, how much food he has, etc., even if it's something small.

he also doesn't like being alone for too long. you'd think he'd be "used to it", but nope.

but on the bright side: contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely alone while trapped. he befriended a lot of penguins. mostly against his will, but still.

1000000000% views Barnacles as his son but he'll never admit it.

so gosh darn fluffy. basically canon but yeah. aside from the adorableness it's kinda a burden because he'd probably overheat really fast if he left his station.

fluent in Russian, and used to have a habit of muttering Impolite Words™ under his breath—until reuniting with a grown-up Barnacles who picked up some Russian in his worldly travels. now he only does it in private.

he watched the great penguin race. he saw and/or heard Barnacles there, but wasn't sure if it was him. they left before he worked up the courage had a chance to talk to them.

Calico Jack:

mmmmmmmmmm. undiagnosed autistic. masks really well but only among other pirates, who have completely different social rules and whatnot. he's struggling now because he doesn't know how to mask anymore. he doesn't need to, because literally all the Octonauts are neurodivergent, but pshh

he's going through a redemption arc in his head. no one else knows about it because everyone likes him already and thinks he's great, but he can't see that.

his leg will start to hurt really bad if he runs on it too much—he tries to avoid it if he can, but sometimes he's stubborn, or just forgets (until it's too late).

three words: phantom limb syndrome.

has anxiety and gets nightmares. he's good at hiding it, but sometimes a really bad one will bother him for a day or two.

Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Support Bird Pete Emotional Su-

wrote hundreds of letters to Kwazii when he was in the Amazon, but never sent them. he still wants to give them to him one day.

his eyepatch used to be covering the opposite eye—that's why Kwazii's is on that side, and why his statue (slime eels) and mini carving (pirate parrotfish) both have it on the wrong way. he switched it over when he left to hide live in the Amazon.

Marsh:

genuinely forgets that he's green sometimes. someone will comment on it and he'll be like "????? oh right–"

sings; he used to make up road trip songs with Tweak when she was little. he still knows them all by heart.

slightly hard of hearing (for rabbit standards). hi @timegays. you did this to me /pos

Him 🤝 Barnacles: separation anxiety and a secret fear of storms. i will not elaborate further <3

highkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures. every single one of them is like family to him.

he grew up side-by-side with a lot of the older swamp critters (Belle The Turtle, & maybe Flo The Flamingo), he considers them like his siblings.

his first name is literally "Ranger": he had it legally changed, so that he and Tweak (who decided to go by "Tweak" when she got into engineering) could both be named after their interests.

unintentionally inspired Tweak's engineering special interest. that motorboat he has in The Alligator-Shark? it used to break down constantly, until he taught her how to fix it. she fixed it ONCE and it never broke down again. it gave her such a rush of euphoria that she went around fixing everything, and eventually building new things. and she just,, never stopped.

[cringefailgirlfriendjohnnycage]

I wanna write gimme requests please?

I may not know certain characters, but I will try. Im most likely to know mk9-11, and mk95 (not annihilation tho) characterisations.

[emilycollins00]

one of the most complex aspects of writing (actually not the most complex? just difficult for me at least) is that I really want the characters to evoke and say inspiring, deep, and encouraging things but then I'm like damn, I'M the one who has to come up with them

[tijuanabiblestudies]

the thing is, i feel like i have a decent handle on how to write achilles, but then patroclus is so emotionally distant in canon and i want to write him as.....not that, but i'm afraid of straying too far into He Would Not Fucking Say That territory. and then zagreus presents a similar issue, which is like, he might think that, but would he, in fact, fucking say it? because i want him to be open and vulnerable and shit, and the vulnerability is definitely there in canon, but he puts up a cheerful front so much of the time.

or maybe i should stop overthinking and just write the damn thing lol

[spxcemuses]

" Absolutely not. I do not even know of this Maestro. I am a virtuous man through and through. "

[nem0-nee]

(Crying I don’t think my first ask went thru LMAO)

Can I get ∅ for Mayuu’s opinion on Nox? (And mby Saga if u want ksjfjsbdhfb)

DFFDSK the other one went through, but I'm answering this one to be silly 😈

Sadly no doodle for this one + the future ones... at least not yet >:o

[Flipping through the logbook, you're presented with two entries]

[What lies ahead beckons you to turn the page]

v [take the plunge?] v

[ TALE OF SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, CONT. ]

Teach me your ways!: You could say that Mayuu looks up to Nox in a sense, especially when it comes to dual-wielding combat. She’d definitely take the opportunity to spar with him for the experience! After all, it’s quite rare to come across another fellow dual-wielder. “Our battle may be legendary, so don’t go easy on me now” The prefect takes a stance, preparing herself for what’s to come.

Please don’t report me: Let’s just say that there were one…two?- Definitely a certain amount of occurrences where Mayuu almost struck Nox. She claims it was out of self-defense since she was caught off guard by his presence. Nothing says hello like an elbow to the face. “I’m so sorry- I SWEAR I didn’t mean to do that?!?!”

You’re a cruel one, Nox: Mayuu finds the degree of his dislike for fae to be odd. But she supposes she can’t judge him; she doesn’t know him too well, even with knowledge of him in past timelines. But still, it’s somewhat heartbreaking for her to see how he is with faeries, especially considering that the ones she knew were nothing but helpful. “Don’t you suppose that…you’re being too much?” Mayuu wears a look of disapproval.

[ TALE OF AGGRAVATING ANOMALIES, CONT.]

What the hell’s up with him?: He’s weird as hell, and that’s not really saying much… Everyone is strange and hella weird to Mayuu. But what separates him is his creepiness and overall vibe. She can handle nervous weirdos like Idia, but Saga? Yeah… No thanks. “If I had to choose between cleaning up the entire campus or hanging out with Saga for an hour, I’d be heading straight for the janitor’s closet right when you mention his name.”

Take a chill pill, I meant no ill will: At first, Mayuu didn’t really bat another eye at this fellow. NRC students are weird, she knows that well. But Saga’s accusations of her being suspicious of him? Especially with that “glare” of hers? The prefect felt… disheartened. Ah Mayuu, your natural RBF never fails to bite you in the ass… “What glare?! THAT’S JUST HOW I LOOK!?!?” Mayuu said calmly.

I’m crazy?? YOU’RE CRAZY!!: To no surprise, this poor prefect is fed up with Saga. No matter how many chances of redemption she gives him, it just seems hopeless. His remarks about her only add more salt to the wound. “Lord have mercy- this f- MAN is going to make me lose my hair before I turn 20!! I don't judge him for his 'hobby', so he better not judge me for strangling Kyuu.”

Understandable, please shut up: Despite being the listening type, Mayuu can’t help but get overwhelmed when this guy opens his mouth. His nonsense is just a neverending stream of negative blabbering… Believe me, she has tried to respond back, but that just seems to encourage him to ramble even more. “My brain can only handle so much… he’s like a toddler when he babbles. Christ, my head’s spinning again just by thinking about it.” Mayuu looked like she was about to lose it then and there. Yeesh, guess he was too much for her to handle.

[ - The clock has struck 12... END OF CHAPTER -]