#I HOPE I GAVE A GOOD ANSWER

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

Hii :))

You are my favorite writer and I want to let you know how much I love your work 💜💜💜

Really, everything you write is just aghhhh I'm speechless

And I'm very curious what authors (both on AO3 and not) or books or fics you like and maybe recommend?

And what is your inspiration?

If you don't want to respond to these questions, feel free to just ignore this ask, but know your works always make my day

Thank you in advance, have a lovely day 💕

UGH ANON you're so sweet!!! you made my day with this. i'm such a silly little guy i'm so happy my keyboard smashing brought you joy i'm blushing so hard rn 💕

this reply is long, so it's under the cut!

i read a LOT, both fic and published books. in general, i have two genres that are my go-to's: romantic comedies and fantasy adventures. (now this doesn't mean high fantasy, cause i'm not a LOTR girlie, but if a story has rich lore with a soft magic system IM ALL ABOUT IT)

i'd recommend reading ANYTHING by Casey McQuinston for romantic comedies - i love their style SO MUCH. the way they go from writing dumbass humor to heartfelt romantic moments is just UGH CLENCHES FIST SO GOOD. for fantasy i can never get enough of Emily Lloyd-Jones. she's not super well known but she freakin' SHOULD BE, every time i read one of her books i'm in the ground for seven business days, she's so talented at creating magic systems.

i'm in quite a few fandoms and read a variety of ratings, so asking for a fic rec is kind of hard without knowing which shelf to grab from lol. HOWEVER, the fics that inspire me the most tend to shatter my world and rebuild it into something more beautiful. i'll list some of them here:

TTS - The Before and After by vaguenotion

Arcane - your teeth in my neck by b_o_i

VAT7K - The Silent Opera by littlemisslol

BNHA - literally anything by roadtripwithlucifer or SpiritusRex

Good Omens - A Certain Celestial Agency series by Atalan

BNHA - Missing Everything by Haptronym

TOH - With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray

A LONG READING LIST I KNOW IM SORRY but these authors and stories are all genuinely SO GOOD

honestly, my inspiration is trying to be as good as anyone i listed above. i want to be like them when i grow up. writing is subjective, but if i can make at least one person feel the way i do when i read something by those authors then i know i've done my job.

[salmon-vive]

So what are Fiddleford's thoughts on the whole... Willford situation? How involved is he?

Explanation:

At least during the building of the portal, fiddelford is not involved.

He began to see how his best friend crossed his boundaries. Ford began to become more consumed by his work and the desire to be recognized (and who knows what else)

This comic could be a continuation of this one. Will possesses Ford and feels sorry for Fiddleford, but Fiddleford doesn't trust whatever Ford is going to tell him because all the attempts to comfort him are just to keep him working, just like the coffee! usually ford just gives him coffee to keep him awake.

if only he could come back to those college days with ford...it would be so funny if Will made Fidds tought college ford was back for a moment-

[red-velvet-0w0]

Draw Holly 😸

did my best!

[good-beanswrites]

A little something featuring Fuuta and Es after talking about their criminal lack of interaction in fanworks with @waivyjellyfish ! You had such awesome ideas (a few of which I'm still bouncing around in my head to post at some point,) but this one ended up taking over my brain -- I hope you enjoy 😅 Attempting to answer the widely-debated question:

“Oi, why didn’t you hit me?”

Es looked up from their paperwork.

“Prisoner number three. Most people are glad when they’re not struck.”

“Well, I’m not.” 

Es usually left the door open at this hour, in case anyone had any last-minute complaints before curfew. No one usually took them up on the offer. They figured that if there was any prisoner they could count on to complain, it would be Fuuta marching through their door.

“You hit all the other guys. You even hit some of the girls that were giving you trouble. So what? You think I’m too weak? You think I can’t take it?” Fuuta spread his arms. “I can, so show me what you’ve got!”

Es sighed. They put down their pen. They folded their gloved hands together, resting their chin on top. “Fuuta, I’m not going to hit you.”

“Why not?”

“As of right now, I have no reason to. If you’re referring to the interrogations…”

They reflected on the first one they'd shared with him. To be fair, the thought had crossed their mind. It would have been satisfying to give this rowdy prisoner a taste of his own medicine – striking him after such a dramatic charge at them. But Es was always good at reading people. It didn’t take them long to understand Fuuta was the type to lash out first and ask questions later. In fact, that was likely what had landed him in Milgram in the first place. 

Although Es knew they weren’t here to do any reformation, they wanted to try to show these prisoners where they’d gone wrong. So, they resolved to act as the bigger person. They’d prove that senseless violence was just that. By keeping their composure, they’d show Fuuta just how childish he was being. 

That wasn’t my only reason. I guess that's true, my actions weren’t all purely righteous. I still spent the entire time looking for ways to make him squirm… But it wasn’t all cruelty. I really did want to understand. I wanted to help. That counts for something, right?

Es never struck the prisoners out of anger, or as a petty show of power. It was a way to force the prisoner to mind their ego. When they’d gotten a bit too full of themselves, a bit too comfortable with the awful deed they’d committed, Es’ blow encouraged them to feel a bit more humility and guilt. 

By the time the second trial arrived, Fuuta oozed guilt. 

The moment Es entered the interrogation room, it was clear that he needed no lesson in humility. He hugged his arms to his chest. His remaining eye darted around the room in thinly-veiled hysteria. His voice trembled when he spoke. It didn’t require any people-reading skills to hear the remorse that underlaid all of his accusations and threats.

Hitting the others felt like giving a dog a tap on the nose after breaking a rule. Meanwhile, Fuuta snapped and snarled like a stray who’d been kicked time and time again.

Of course, he could never know any of this. Any way Es phrased it, Fuuta would misunderstand it as pity.

Well, wasn’t it? I thought he looked like a kicked puppy – that sounds a lot like pity. No, it was out of respect. Does that mean I didn’t respect the prisoners I did hit? No. I respected them too. Then, what’s the difference?

Fuuta was still staring at them, asking the very same question. What’s the difference?

“Each of Milgram’s prisoners is unique.” 

They were met with an unimpressed glare.

Es chose their words carefully. “Each one responds best to a variety of treatments. Some need attention to be comfortable, while others need time. Some need validation in order to confess. Others, a bit of debate does the trick. Some need a show of force. You –” remind me too much of myself  “– require something else. I’ve learned to change my approach depending on the person I’m dealing with.”

Fuuta’s features flashed with confusion, then shame, then his usual mask of anger. “Tch. How pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

“So you just change your personality when it’s convenient? You put up fake smiles and fake attitude? Have some balls and just be yourself.”

Es was caught by surprise. “... I am. Those are all pieces of myself. I choose to bring out different parts when it would be most helpful.” 

“Sounds manipulative as hell to me.” 

It makes sense he doesn’t understand. He’s a very clear-cut person, with every aspect of his personality lining up in a way that makes sense. I find that predictability fun. Or, is it something that I envy? Could it be both?

They had no time to dwell on it, as Fuuta was struck with an idea. “Though, if you can do it on command, why don’t you give me the ‘you’ that wants to hit someone?” 

He spread his arms once more, hands gesturing to his chest. Es pretended not to notice him wince. They remained in their seat. 

“What are you waiting for? Hit me!” 

“I will not.”

“You just said you can change your personality on a whim, so let’s see it!” 

“That is not what I said.”

His good eye began to look frenzied. He raised his voice. “You scared? The big bad warden of Milgram, nothing but a big coward!”

“Stop this. You’re acting childish.”

“No! You’re treating me childishly! Let me see the Es that kicked Shidou! The one that slapped Kazui! Treat me like you treated them!”

“I hit them because they said something stupid. They deserved it.”

“Are you fucking kidding? I deserve it too! I deserve it! Come on!”

At the last word, his voice broke. He stumbled to his knees. He let his head drop. He sucked in strained breath after strained breath. Shidou would surely give him a lecture about getting so worked up with his injuries. 

Es finally stood.

They made their way around the desk. They knelt on the floor in front of him. 

“Why?” he wheezed. “Tell me…”

“Fuuta.” 

Should I just go ahead and do it, just to make him happy? No, I want to talk it out. But what do even I say? I'll tell him that I care. I can’t. None of the prisoners understand that I care. Why? Why is it so hard for them to see? I’m trying my best, why can’t they see? 

Es extended their hand carefully. They didn’t know what they hoped to accomplish, but in that moment their thoughts were too loud and conflicting. They needed to do something.

Fuuta saw the gentle intention, and immediately raised his own hand to strike. It froze midair, though whether it was from Milgram’s restrictions or his own hesitation, Es would never know.

Neither of their gestures connected.

Footsteps. Then Yuno’s voice, hesitantly from the doorway. “We heard shouting, is everything alright in here?”

Es retracted their hand.  A beat. Fuuta dropped his, too. 

“Yuno. Yes, we’re fine. Fuuta was just heading to bed. I’m going to walk him to his cell.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I said, I’m going to walk him to his cell.” 

Es stood, nodding to Yuno. When she’d gone, they turned their attention back to the prisoner crumpled on the ground. They made an effort to quiet their ever-racing thoughts. 

“Listen. I know you can handle yourself. I’m not doing this because I think you’re weak. You’re strong. Don’t think for a moment that I don’t see that.”

They held out their arm to help him up. He didn’t move.

“Sometimes you are a bit too strong, if you ask me. I mean, picking fights with your prison warden, really?” They clicked their tongue. “You should be grateful for a superior that gives you second chances.”

At last, Fuuta  took their hand. He avoided meeting their eyes, but his voice had softened considerably from his rant. “The only thing you give me is a headache.”

Es offered a dry smile as they pulled him to his feet. “The feeling is mutual.”

[ef-1]

not a day goes by that I don't think about this queen <3

[relnicht]

really need to legally change my name at some point but i just really really hate paperwork and struggle to get started on it especially if it has multiple steps

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

tumblr glitched and spared you all the most heated rant of my entire hoa fandom tenure

[singeamon-arts]

Question, How did Vesparose and Blitzwing meet?

I’m still kinda working on it but here’s my concept:

Vesparose accidentally transwarped to Earth (she uses that ability for energon deliveries), but due to a cooldown period, she was kinda stuck there for awhile. Unfortunately, the Decepticons captured her and quickly discovered she would glow whenever AllSpark fragments were nearby.

Blitzwing was assigned to work with her to go find the fragments, even though he wasn’t thrilled about it at first. Finding her relentlessly cheerful and optimistic attitude and positivity really annoying. However, over time, her warmth and unwavering kindness started to grow on him, much to his own surprise.

They’re very dear to me! ^^

[rivastraut]

Okay this question is gonna be a bit more serious

What is your attitude towards writing plot that includes problematic faves? Do you think writing a good redemption arc for f/o who kills people important?

How accurate is this redemption dynamic for Mike x Kleon? I look at many wholesome arts of them and it makes me think, did they manage to understand that all drug game is nothing good for them?

Did Mike manage to understand that he isn't doomed to do horrible things, that he can do good and is able to get redemption? Who undertood first that "the game" is fucked up, Mike or Kleon?

Imagine them slowly realizing what they really do, how Mike comes up to painful realization that he never will be able to actually help people he cares for by supporting the drug world and with his rising feelings towards Kleon, Mike understands that he only puts the person he loves in meaningless danger for nothing... and maybe his last meet up with Walter never happens and Mike doesn't ever give this nasty speech about "the good thing that worked like clockwork" because he can't come up with excuses aymore. He was forced to realize the terrifying truth that he can't protect anyone staying in the game and what is the cost of his illusions and how the one who pays isn't just Mike, but also the person he grew to understand and love deeply.

All these thoughts are pretty dark as anything in canon brba is. But imagine what a great and beautiful dynamic can be created, what tragic and inspiring moments it can bring. A story about two ruthless killers who open up their human side to each other and bond, slowly becoming better people through all suffering and obstacles

I really like this in depth question! Yes, Mike (and Kleon) have done some bad things that can never be fixed like killing and being loyal to a fault to a drug empire… I do like to imagine that they both try to bring out the best in each other, like Mike does not think he is worthy of being loved by Kleon because he’s an old man with an ugly past, but by being loved regardless by Kleon it makes Mike realize there is hope for him to be better, a second chance.

I think Kleon first realizes that the drug game is no good but both him and Mike realize too late once theyre in too deep, that’s Kleon’s whole life rlly like I need to rewrite his story on toyhouse but he got into the life of crime as a kid for the thrill of it/coping with his shitty home life, and he hasn’t really known anything since. But with Mike he realizes he can get that normal happily ever after marriage with him, that they can elope with the money they’ve accumulated from their job and live out a happy domestic peaceful ranch life in Alaska.

Of course this happy ending isnt without its angst though because yes they still carry that weight of being criminals but if anything, at least they get out of that dangerous lifestyle and live a normal loving life together

[hylianane]

Thank you to @melodylesbian for my first ask shdhs and for going out of her way to DM me because I was too much of a dumbdumb to realize I had them off for some reason.

anyway. Look at this man.

I. love. Jinbe. He hasn’t been with the crew for too long, but already I’m over the moon about him and the dynamics he’s already built with the other Strawhats. His guilt about Arlong which connects him to Nami is such a treat, but I’ve also said before that I find Sanji’s one-sided beef with him both hilarious and fascinating. His existence pushes all of Sanji’s buttons- a fierce fighter, who instantly takes a role of leadership amongst the crew, who has a muddled and hurtful history with His Nami-swan, and who has a bigger bounty than him?? While being so goddamn HUMBLE about it???? I almost get it, man, this man would give me an inferiority complex, too.

But instead, I’m almost hoping Sanji will be around the next time Robin calls him irresistibly handsome- and damn, I hope Jinbe is around to hear it, too, because even though I know Oda wouldnt follow through on a relationship between to members of the crew, exploring the idea of what Jinbe might feel if told that a human, a very beautiful one and a Crewmate on top of THAT, finds him attractive… I mean, that’d be extremely interesting. Wether he acts flustered at the compliment, or firmly discouraging romance within a crew, or downright guarded about the comment as if wondering if he’s being mocked- it has a chance to reveal a lot about how he views himself and his place in a human crew, a human family, now that he’s officially part of one. Also I think he and Robin are cute.

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I opened up about my body image issues and people called me a horrible person, told me I'm invalidating people with eds and that I'm body shaming people? God what the fuck? Ive got no fucking support system in real life and the Internet just hates me I guess.

[citrlet]

had a trip at the vet with one of my cats and found out they both most likely have feline herpes

[the-alphonze]

It must be terrifying to know that everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done, is going to be gone. Not even little Ollie gets to stay.

But it’s okay, yeah? Why don’t you spend today writing down as much as you can? Whatever you think is important. People, places, things you did, things you saw or felt or thought…

*A black and white notebook drops into your hands. If your hands aren’t out, it drops to the floor in front of you.*

Write.

We’ll keep the book safe for you until you’ve got enough of you back to handle it. Don’t want evil ChatGPT in there to destroy it, or for a newly reset Alphonze to try to get rid of something that can’t possibly be true, do we?

That’d be a lot to write down I’m not 𓅰 even sure if I have time

Look, Fuckass is up. Sourires next. I don’t have 𓅰 time. I already spent most of it just walkin’ around. I don’t. I don’t know

I’ll try though, don’t be surprised if there isn’t too much in it.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

(it’s creature-of-pizza btw this is my main)

Hey I saw ur tags on my fake pep animation and they killed me

Splatoon literally CHANGED me ajskdhakshf

Anyway thanks for the laugh and the kind words, hope you have a great day/evening <3

HEEHEE ur so welcome !! 🦑💖

[alectoperdita]

You don't have to answer this if you're uncomfortable, especially since it's a hot topic. Or you can even indirectly answer/post saying "to the anon i just got: yes/no" etc etc

But are you more of a ship and let ship person. As in you may not like something but you'll just move on/ignore it? Or more of the type who can't get along with someone if they ship x thing (examples: underage, incest, etc. Basically Dead Dead criteria). As in you'd feel they're a bad person/immoral

I don't want to just ask if you're "proship" or "antiship" because those labels seem to have s lot of mess involved with them lol

I put more stock on how people treat others than trying to infer morality based on their shipping/fandom preferences. Someone shipping the same thing as you is not a guarantee they're a decent person. There have been a number of assholes or just plain tactless people flitting in and out of my OTP's fandom over the year.

So if you must put a label to it, yes, I ascribe to a "ship and let ship" mentality. (I cannot emphasize enough how that and YKINMKATO were generally regarded as default fandom attitudes until several years ago.)

What a person likes or makes has no bearing on me, even if it's a ship I don't care for, whether it's due to disinterest or personal discomfort with the subject matter. Because if I don't care for something, I'm not going to actively seek it out. So people having fun or venting in whatever way they prefer doesn't affect me.

If I find someone's behavior toxic and unpleasant, I block that person. Otherwise, I try to afford people common courtesy. If we don't have any interests in common, then we're not likely to interact. That's just how it works sometimes. I have no interest in sports, so I'm not going to spend my time hanging out in sports bars or forums. It doesn't mean I want to malign every sports fan that crosses my path. That's the common courtesy part. 🤷‍♀️

[thomas-mvller]

Me and ander rn (maybe)