#I’m counting this as day 4 for my inktober but whatever

[cuttlefishink]

Day 1 of Reigenweek— Costume/Fashion

[shout out to my roommate for the idea, this is for u, girl 😘]

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY  "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme.  These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2020 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruised, #stabbed,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfw, #nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020​ blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters answering one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes,  but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day's prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

Yes, but please do not use a specific prompt twice. We have also created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from [here].

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What's whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn't whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time”.

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. emeto tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.  

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the whumptober2020 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, just be sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies of whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

[luxusnoname]

A Long Forgotten Ache, Pt.1 (Xigbar/Vexen)

Summary: Being a Nobody is easy without all of those messy emotions weighing you down. Still, Xigbar gets to thinking and maybe he misses it a little. Or, rather, he misses someone. But he never goes about things in a straightforward way. The first half of a two part fic.

Characters/Pairings: Xigbar/Vexen

Rating: T (swears, fighting & some blood, nbd)

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: Part two is technically done, but I definitely want to do some quality edits before posting. Both parts were actually written last year with inktober prompts, but ended up fitting together nicely as one story. I made a lot of improvements to this portion and want the continuation to be on that same level. So in the meantime… Happy 2/4 ^^

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A Long Forgotten Ache

When Xemnas asked Xigbar who he wanted with him on a recon mission in a world with no magic, the freeshooter was perhaps too quick to volunteer Vexen. He could tell that answer wasn’t exactly what the Superior expected.

“Are you… Quite sure? You wouldn’t rather have Xaldin or Lexaeus accompany you?”

“Look, I know he’s the resident egghead and not exactly our best fighter, but he’s the only one around here with an eye as sharp as mine. Well, almost.” Xigbar grinned and pointed to his good eye to reinforce the point. “Yeah the other two have brute strength, but I could really use his intuition on this one.”

That, of course, was only part of the reason. Vexen was also incredibly fun to agitate. The rise he could get out of him wasn’t the same as it used to be, but it was better than anyone else in the Organization. Plus, they hadn’t spent much time together since becoming Nobodies. He would lie if he wasn’t a little curious as to how much of Even was still left. But personal curiosity and entertainment didn’t make for a good argument, so he said nothing more.

Xemnas hummed to himself, considering. “I suppose that would work. But see to it that he’s capable of defending himself without his magic, should there be any difficulties on the mission. You’ll depart at the end of the week.”

Xigbar gave a flippant salute as he summoned a corridor to the academic’s lab. “You got it, boss.”

As expected, Vexen was less than pleased with Xigbar’s request. Something about his talents being best utilized for research, having no interest in a fruitless recon mission, and honestly Xigbar kinda stopped listening at that point because it turned into a full on laundry list of reasons why he had better things to do and he would not be wasting his time with this.

“See, but here’s the thing,” Xigbar cut in a few minutes into the scientist’s rant, knowing full well he’d be there all day otherwise.  “I’m not just asking you politely. These are orders straight from the top.”

Vexen sputtered, nearly dropping his beaker full of who knows what chemical. “Lord Xemnas himself picked me for this assignment?”

“Well, I made a case for you but yeah, boss man’s orders.”

Vexen finally turned from his experiment and narrowed his eyes at the freeshooter. “If you made a case for me, then I suppose my only way of getting out of this is to make a case against myself. Provided, of course, that’s an option.”

“Heh, you’re welcome to give it a shot,” Xigbar shrugged, “be my guest. But I really doubt he’s gonna budge on this one. I was pretty convincing.”

“We’ll see about that…”

In the next morning’s meeting, Vexen made his case. Or, rather, he tried to make his case. It had only been five minutes and most of the Organization was tuning out. Luxord shuffled and cut his deck, starting up another game of solitaire. Xaldin leaned back in his seat, appearing to nap with his eyes closed. Zexion rolled his eyes as the others quietly chatted amongst themselves. Eventually Xemnas cleared his throat, interrupting the academic and regaining the attention of the meeting.

“While your research is of remarkable importance to the Organization, so is this mission and every other mission we undertake. Do you mean to suggest that the orders I give are frivolous?”

“Of course not, but Lord Xemnas-”

The Superior shot him a withering glare that silenced him once and for all. “My word is final, Number IV. You are going on this mission and I’d rather be certain that you’re prepared for it. Whatever form that preparation takes is up to Xigbar.”

As Xemnas disappeared from the room, uncomfortable glances were exchanged among the remaining members before leaving to begin their own missions. Xigbar shot Vexen a smug grin, receiving an irritated huff in return.

After the meeting, the scientist pulled him aside in the Grey Area. He was slightly subdued after Xemnas’ scolding, but Xigbar could tell if he had emotions that he’d be fuming inside.

“While I believe our Superior has far too much confidence in you, I have no other choice but to comply. So how would you like to do this?”

His lips curled into a cheshire grin. “Meet me back here later tonight and I’ll brief you on the mission. Tomorrow morning, we’ll spar so I can test your readiness.”

Vexen gave no indication that he would comply as he stomped off into a corridor, but Xigbar knew he would show. He may grump and argue until he’s blue in the face, but he followed orders. That was one thing that hadn’t changed about him. About Even.

Xigbar caught himself smirking - no, smiling - at the thought of the academic’s Somebody name. Huh. Despite it all, maybe he hadn’t changed much himself.

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The next morning found Xigbar waiting for Vexen in the Hall of Empty Melodies. It was his favored room for training because of all the different ways he could manipulate it with his spatial powers, but he also found himself going there to organize his thoughts when his own room became too stifling. He perched himself on the balcony, one knee drawn nearly up to his chest and the other dangling over the edge.

It wasn’t often that Xigbar found himself pondering his past life. He was essentially still Braig, after all, just without all of those messy emotions. And boy had Braig been a mess. Drifting through life and never getting too attached to any person or place for long, bonds weren’t really his thing. It was strange when he found himself becoming one of the Apprentices. 

Ansem was never much more than his employer, to be honest. The man had taken him in, sure, but the guy was the king of Radiant Garden. To consider him a colleague would have been laughable. Really, he spent the most time with Dilan and Aeleus. They were two of the only people he’d ever considered friends. He got on their nerves and he knew it, but he never pushed it too far (though they might argue with that.) But they never got seriously upset with him. Not like Even.

Even. The academic was skeptical when Braig showed up. Understandably so, but did the cold shoulder really have to be so cold? It was no surprise that the man was a master of ice magic; everything about him was frigid, from his stuffy posture to the very air around him. But it only made Braig want to get closer, to get past the ice and warm him up… 

Heh, now those were some thoughts he hadn’t had in a while. All in all, it hadn’t been too bad there at the end. He had coworkers and a routine and a life. A place to call home, despite never having asked for any of it.

And then he gave it all up.

Did he regret it? Sometimes.

There were moments, when they began falling to darkness, when he considered the consequences of his actions. He hadn’t meant for them to be caught up in everything, but then again, how could it have been avoided? He never once went back on his word to the old man, but he’d be lying if he said there were never nights where the guilt gnawed at him, moments he looked at Ienzo and saw a boy that would never truly grow up because of him.

But that was the old life. He stirred out of his thoughts and assessed the room below him. Vexen wasn’t there yet, but would be showing up soon. Xigbar dropped down onto the main platform. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this fight, but he was hoping to be surprised. 

Even had never been the physical type, relying on his magic for self defense. But there was a noticeable difference between Even and Vexen. Despite lacking emotion, there was something about him that suggested fire beneath the Nobody’s icy surface. Or so Xigbar hoped.

“Apologies for being late, I didn’t want to be here.”

Xigbar smirked at the approaching scientist. “About time. I was starting to think you got cold feet and stood me up. You ready?”

“If I have to be,” he grumbled.

With a nod, Xigbar unzipped and shrugged off his coat. The freeshooter still had the standard uniform of black shirt and pants on underneath, but made a show of dramatically rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He snuck a look at Vexen, who was watching with no expression save for a raised eyebrow.

“You failed to mention we’d be disrobing for this,” he muttered, his eyes drifting up and down Xigbar’s form. The freeshooter wondered if he was conscious of it or not.

“C’mon, you call this disrobing?” Xigbar barked out a laugh, peeling off his gloves and throwing them down. “Don’t tell me you’re going commando under there.”

“Well of course not, but-”

“It does wonders for mobility, trust me.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Vexen grumbled to himself as he shed his own jacket. Xigbar couldn’t recall ever having seen the man’s arms bared before - well, mostly bared. His broad shoulders had always been obvious, so it shouldn’t have been too surprising when the scientist wasn’t as scrawny as he’d imagined. Of course, Xigbar couldn’t really talk because apart from Zexion, he was definitely the smallest of the Apprentices in both stature and mass. He gave an appreciative nod before getting into a fighting stance.

Vexen copied the motion as best he could. His form was a little loose, suggesting the lack of experience that Xigbar had expected. But that’s why they were there, right?

He knew the answer before he even asked, but gave Vexen the benefit of the doubt anyway. “You ever done this before, Snowflake?”

“No,” he admitted, “but I don’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter, now do I?”

“Damn straight. After I’m through with you though? You’ll be more than ready for the mission.”

At Vexen’s nod, Xigbar gave a silent countdown. Three. Two. One. Without giving Vexen a moment to think, he lunged and closed the distance between them, hoping to catch him off guard with a swift uppercut. To his surprise, the blow was deflected with relative ease. He took a step back to reassess his opponent.

“Well well well,” he huffed, “I should’ve known the nerd could block a punch. I was gonna take it easy on ya, but now…”

Trailing off, he moved back in and followed up with a series of hooks and jabs, all of which Vexen managed to block. And with each passing second, each failed attempt, the scientist was looking more and more smug. He knew the freeshooter had underestimated him.

As they circled each other, the room silent save for their labored breaths and footfalls, Xigbar grew impatient. He hadn’t managed to land a single hit yet. It wasn’t as if he’d gone into the sparring match with the express purpose of beating on the academic, but he just didn’t understand how he was doing so well. Sure, Vexen wasn’t exactly firing back, instead focusing all of his efforts on defense, but Xigbar was no stranger to a fist fight. So what gives?

And it was then that he remembered Vexen’s signature wasn’t a weapon at all, but a shield. Well, he’d just have to give him something he couldn’t block that easily. He locked eyes with the academic before lunging again.

As expected, Vexen was ready for the attack, dodging the first hit and continuing to deflect the rest. After a few more unsuccessful blows, Xigbar saw his opening and took it. The freeshooter threw all of his weight into a tackle, grabbing the man’s wrists as they both went down.

He sat up, slightly dazed and his own body sore from the fall, but kept the scientist’s arms pinned to the ground. And the momentary look of shock on Vexen’s face - if he could feel shock, anyway - was well worth it. The scientist looked down to see Xigbar straddling his waist and shot him a sneer.

“I didn’t realize this was a grappling match as well,” he hissed between shallow breaths.

Xigbar gave a toothy grin. “Can’t have you being the only one full of surprises, now can I?”

He kept Vexen pinned a few seconds longer, looking down at him. The academic was a mess of blonde hair and faux anger, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as he caught his breath. He glared at Xigbar, waiting for him to say or do something. Daring him to make a move. And so without a second thought, Xigbar dipped his head and pressed his lips to Vexen’s in a fleeting kiss.

Or, what was meant to be fleeting. The kiss was unexpectedly returned, Vexen’s mouth parting with a quiet ‘mmph’ before falling into sync with Xigbar’s. Something sparked in the sharpshooter’s chest - a long forgotten ache, right where his non existent heart should be. He pulled back, unable to keep his jaw from going slack as he stared down at Vexen. The man’s face was a mirror of his own, almost as if he was equally surprised at the reciprocation. Unless… he felt it too? Xigbar almost thought he saw color beginning to tinge the man’s cheeks when-

CRACK.

In his moment of distraction, Vexen had freed his right hand and swung with all of his remaining strength, landing a solid blow against the freeshooter’s face and effectively knocking him off.

Xigbar clutched at his bleeding and likely broken nose, eye wide with shock. His breath came in gasps as he stared at Vexen. “… the fuck?”

Vexen stood up and grabbed his jacket, furiously brushing his hair back into place. His face was definitely turning red and for a moment Xigbar could swear he was looking at a flustered Even, not the heartless Nobody that had just decked him.

“I’ll see you on the day of the mission, and not a moment before.” He gave the sharpshooter one last glare before disappearing into a dark corridor.

Xigbar couldn’t even think straight as he tried to process everything that just happened. The fight was over quicker than expected. Shit, had he technically lost? Did he just get his ass handed to him by Vexen? All because of some… stupid tingling in his chest that shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. Or at least, it hadn’t been in a long time. Why had he done that?

He laid down, head thunking against the floor as he clutched at his still bleeding nose. Well, maybe it wasn’t all bad. Vexen wouldn’t be telling anyone about their little match after that stunt, so at least his dignity was spared. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

In private, Xermnas had confided in him that regrowth of one’s heart was theoretically possible. It was gone now, but he still felt the ghost sensations of a pulse, the flickering of a flame that had long gone out. Maybe there was something to that theory after all. Not that he’d be reporting this back to their Superior any time soon. Or ever.

Instead, it might be worth it to look into the phenomenon on his own. And if he played his cards right, Vexen might willingly help him. He allowed himself a chuckle before closing his eye. After all, research was easier with a partner.

[seleeneparis]

Mass Effect Fictober 2019

Welcome to Fictober, Mass Effect Fan Fiction Writers! Where our fics are made up and the plots don’t matter! Instead of following Ao3′s offerings, our Mass Effect Fan Fiction Writer’s Group on Facebook decided to put together our own. This doesn’t mean we didn’t snag any of their prompts though. Not part of the Fan fiction group? That’s okay. You can play along here on tumblr too, but I totally suggest joining our group. They are an awesome group of people who are supportive of each other regardless as to what ship we sail on and we always welcome those who are like-minded. 

What is Fictober? You’ve heard of Inktober, I’m sure. Artist focus on doodling in their mediums. I’m of the firm belief that writers are artists too. Our medium is with words rather than with sketches done with pencil or paintings done with watercolor. Heck, I still use a pen to write my fictions before I post. So I guess there is that. That counts, right? So writers, let’s have some fun with our medium of choice.

Here are some basic guidelines and etiquette we are asking of our participants:

1) Write a story with the prompt given. Post it preferably on the day the prompt is assigned to. We would also prefer if they were new stories rather than old ones.

2)Please indicate the following at the beginning of your post: a) title b)rating preferably with why c)pairing if applicable d) Andromeda or Original trilogy e) tag it #MEFFictober2019  f) indicate which prompt it is for

3) Do not worry if you skip a day or whatever. The main point of this is to have fun. Post late? That’s okay. Combine themes? Coolio too (please indicate which days you’re combining). If you only take a part of the theme? I approve! 

4) We are going to do something that not a lot of fictober events do. We’re going to offer a weekly prompt in addition to daily prompts. There were those who expressed in our group that they’d like to see a weekly prompt for those who could not do a daily situation. Not that a daily thing is mandated, but I figured that would be fun too. The prompts will be posted on a seven day interval (ie. if the prompt is for day one, the next one will not be assigned until the 8th).

5) And finally, remember this is meant to be fun. Please have some. Don’t stress over it. :D I promise I won’t come after you with my best witch impression and asked why you haven’t done your homework yet.

Without further ado, here are your prompts. Yes, I decided to theme it a little  bit. No surprise, I know. 

Weekly Prompts:

1st-7th: Sweaters (thank you to Heroofshield)

8th-15th: AO3 prompt: “It will be fun. Trust me.” Bonus: if there is a haunted house or corn maze involved.

16th-23rd: “If I die, Shepard, I’m haunting you.” -Jack

24th-31st: Zombies Bonus: the mutant variety

Daily Prompts:

1) Autumn Leaves

2) “It’s a scream.” (AO3 Prompt)

3) Sugar Skulls

4) Friendly rivalry Bonus: involving apple bobbing (Thank you Snakarian)

5) Ghost

6) Scars

7) Space Hamster

8) “You keep me warm” (AO3 prompt)

9) Skeleton

10) Mad House

11) “I never intended...but I did.” Bonus: if they are talking of falling in love. It’s my 7th wedding anniversary with my husband. I’m being sentimental.

12) “Scared? Me?” (AO3 Prompt)

13) War Stories

14) Reapers

15) Pumpkin Spice vs. Apple Spice vs. Peppermint Bonus: if you’re referring to the coffee beverages (thanks Snakarian)

16) Hot cocoa and bonfires

17) EDI’s “cold”

18) “It’s the most haunting time of the year!”

19) Trick or Treat

20) Cats, Bonus: if it’s black

21) “Now? Now you listen to me!” (AO3 prompt)

22) Rachni

23) “There is a certain taste to it” (AO3 prompt)

24) Apple cider 

25) Mischief Night

26) Collector Base

27) Pumpkins (thanks Snakarian)

28) Beyond the Veil

29) Ghost town

30) Geth

31) “This is Halloween!”

Good luck all!

[alarawriting]

Inktober #19: Sling

Here’s a scene I alluded to in “Dr. Ultraviolet Meets Her Nemesis” (again, lack of functional website, cannot link because that makes the post unsearchable, but you can click on the tag to find the rest of what I’ve got for Dr. Ultraviolet.)

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“What exactly is this… stuff?” Ultraviolet asked her sister, with a sneer that she hoped was making it clear she could be using stronger language.

“You asked for books,” Scarlett said, “so I brought you some of mine.”

Ultraviolet tried to count to 10, but Scarlett interrupted at 4. “I think you might really like Chiaoscuro. It’s about a superheroine who falls in love with a magnetic, charismatic villain—”

“It’s a romance novel,” Ultraviolet said.

“Yes. I know they weren’t your favorites but—”

“I despise romance novels,” Ultraviolet said. “Would it have truly killed you to go to a bookstore and get me something I might possibly enjoy, rather than just bringing me whatever dreck you happened to have lying around on your bookshelf?”

“There aren’t any bookstores around here. Everest drove them all out of business. I could have ordered from them, but they’re evil.”

Ultraviolet happened to know that this was absolutely true. The last time she’d been invited to attend the Villainy Connection yearly networking event for supervillains, Everest’s CEO Josh Bevel had been the keynote speaker. Given that she herself was a supervillain, this was hardly a dealbreaker for her. “Libraries exist, then. And what about used book stores?”

“Look, I went out of my way to do you a favor, Violet,” Scarlett said. “It’s not like I don’t have a lot going on. I’ve got four kids, the economy’s been slowing down and people aren’t buying houses so much lately, and I’ve been having issues with Gavin.”

From long experience with her sister, Ultraviolet knew that Scarlett wanted her to ask about her issues with Gavin, but Ultraviolet would have had difficulty caring less. “How hard is it to bring me a book that isn’t a godawful romance novel? Do I look like the kind of suburban mom who’s wasted her life dreaming of some Mr. Wonderful sweeping her off her feet?”

“It sounds like you’re saying that’s what I am.”

“The shoes don’t just fit, Scarlett, they’re on sale and you have ten pairs in your closet.”

“Fuck you, Violet. I didn’t need to come here. You know, the doctors told me you were in traction and you broke an arm and both legs and you might have fractured a vertebra in your neck, and I was worried about you.”

Ultraviolet sighed. “I appreciate that you were worried—”

“And I didn’t just bring you romance novels. This one, All The Pretty Little Horsies, is about the hunt for a serial killer.”

“What made you think I was interested in true crime, either?” They were in a private ward, but the door was open, nurses bustling around outside, so Ultraviolet didn’t say what she really wanted to, which was “I’m a supervillain, my life is a true crime story, why would I want to read about cops hunting a criminal down?” Admittedly there was a huge difference between her genius and ambitions to reshape the world in the image she wanted, and a mundane serial killer getting his jollies by killing teenage girls or something, but on principle Ultraviolet did not want to be sympathizing with cops.

“Well, it’s kind of like what you do for your career, right?”

Ultraviolet couldn’t control the exasperation in her sigh. “Only in the sense that your career involves selling people haunted houses where evil brownies will crawl out of the walls at night and devour them.”

“That… has nothing to do with what I do.”

“I rest my case.”

“Usually I don’t even sell the houses! I prefer being a buyer’s agent. The seller gets money at closing, but the buyer gets a new future. A place that’s going to change their way of life. Something that might be an anchor, a touchstone for them for the rest of their lives.”

“Scarlett. I don’t care. The point is, I’m not a serial killer, I’m nothing like a serial killer, and we are not in the same line of work. I am a scientist.”

“I thought you were an inventor.”

“I am. I’m an inventor and a scientist. All the greatest inventors were scientists.”

“Thomas Edison wasn’t.”

“Thomas Edison was a liar and a thief who stole everything he did from Nikola Tesla, among others.”

“Henry Ford—”

“—wasn’t even an inventor. Dear lord, Scarlett, what did they teach you in school?”

Scarlett glared at her. “You went to the same school.”

“Yes, but I didn’t learn anything there. Everything I learned was self-study. I didn’t actually pay attention in class.”

“Then how do you know that what they taught me was wrong?”

Ultraviolet glanced up at her IV bag, which was full, and at the clock, which was stubbornly nowhere near the end of visiting hours. “Get me some books about scientists. Preferably books where scientists are right, and everyone else is wrong, and all the people who are wrong get eaten by dinosaurs, and the scientists get to say ‘I told you so’ and end up very wealthy.”

“That’s… really specific.”

“It doesn’t have to be dinosaurs. The people who are wrong could get eaten by aliens. Or viruses.”

“I don’t even know how I’d find a book like that.”

“You’d ask at the library, you heathen. Don’t you read?”

“Yes!” Scarlett snapped. “I read a lot of things! Among them, romance novels and true crime, which are apparently not intellectual enough for the great Doctor Ultraviolet to want to sully her eyeballs—”

“Scarlett! Secret identity!” Ultraviolet whispered in a loud hiss.

“No one’s paying attention.”

“Captain Cosmic knows he dropped me. I wouldn’t put it past him to be searching the local hospitals.”

Cosmic had been trying to fly her to the Max, the ultra-secure supervillain prison that so far, no one had managed to break out of. Ultraviolet had used her nanobot lubricant on him to force him to drop her, without perhaps fully considering the fact that they were a thousand feet in the air by the time it took effect. With lubricant in his eyes and covering his hands, Cosmic couldn’t even see her to catch her, and when he’d flailed around by accident and grabbed her foot by trying to figure out where the screaming was coming from, he hadn’t been able to hold on. She’d had to use her prototype antigravity device to save herself, and it hadn’t had enough power to prevent her from hitting the ground hard enough to break most of her limbs, several ribs, and possibly her neck.

She’d already been in traction for two days, completely immobilized – chest taped, head in a neck brace, legs mummified and hanging from pulleys on poles attached to her bed, arm in a sling. She was bored out of her mind. The only entertainment the hospital offered was a television, and just hearing the sounds of daytime game shows and soap operas and Judge Jeri made her want to kill everyone in the hospital, or at the very least her immediate neighbors on the ward who wouldn’t stop watching that crap. Actually having to see it herself might make her brain fatally overheat with rage.

So when her sister had called and offered to visit, Ultraviolet had begged her to bring books, to alleviate the horrible boredom. But this… dreck wasn’t worth the name “book”. It was a bound collection of paper, containing letters arranged into words that had been assembled to produce some sort of simulation of syntactical meaning, that was all.

“I think if Captain Cosmic was here, there would be a lot more shrieking, and people begging for his autograph.”

“He has a secret identity too. He could be walking right past us dressed as a nurse and you would never guess.”

Scarlett sighed. “All right. I’m sorry I said it, Violet. But you need to stop acting like, just because you’re a genius, everything you don’t like or don’t approve of is stupid. And you could be a little bit grateful. I drove way out of my way to visit you.”

“I’m sure your conscience would have nagged at you if you hadn’t.”

“I tell you what. I’ll go to the library and get your books about scientists, and I’ll bring them by tomorrow.”

“That would be suitable.”

“And I’ll bring Alan. He’s sixteen, so he’s allowed to visit, and I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his aunt and explain the plot of Battle Island to you, or Kraftwerk, or one of those other video games he’s obsessed with.”

“No! Scarlett, I’m not interested in listening to your offspring prattle on about whatever degenerate pastime has caught his fancy.”

“And I’m not interesting in helping a bitchy older sister who can’t even say thank you, but I’d feel bad about leaving you here all alone. So I’ll bring Alan to entertain you.” Scarlett smiled widely. “I’ll tell him that you’re feeling cranky because you’re in pain, so he should ignore any rude thing you say to him. Since you’d be incapable of asking him to stop politely, I guess that means Alan’s going to have a captive audience tomorrow.”

“Scarlett!”

“See you tomorrow, sis!” Scarlett caroled, and left the room, leaving Ultraviolet to fume about the unfairness of it all. If only she could get decent henches, she could get someone to transport her to her base, where her rapid regeneration machine could heal her within minutes. But no, the union had blacklisted her, and you couldn’t trust non-union henches. Totally unfair. Every other villain had henches lining up around the block – even the ones who routinely shot their own employees. But you mutate the henchmen into anthropomorphic sharks one time… and now, because of that idiot Captain Cosmic and because of the moronic Henchman’s Union, Scarlett was going to force her to listen to her oldest child ramble on about whatever stupid garbage he was in love with right now.

If she could only reach her crutches, she’d get out of this bed and hobble out of the hospital right now.

[sicksweetcreamy]

OC-TOBER

i did a inktober challenge for my OC uwow more under the cut

Day 1: intro

meet Maro Moon; theres the reality version (Mareal/MRL) and the dreaming version, (Maream/MRM). Both are the same person, MRL is just the outer shell and MRM is the inside of the shell

Day 2+5: family+younger verison

MRL: I have a dad and a mom and a bunch of cousins and aunts and uncles that I don’t really know. This is the only picture I have of myself as a kid, because I didn’t really like photos. Mom and Dad died a year ago, but just from old age, I guess.

Day 3: friends

MRL: I lost contact with all of my school friends. My coworkers aren’t exactly friends, but they’re the closest thing to it. There’s Neil, Rebecca, Sammy, and Brandon. I don’t know very much about them, except that Neil smokes weed and that Rebecca’s hella rich but her parents made her find a job and that Sammy and Brandon are dating, but that’s about it. We work at a movie theater and it’s a pretty okay job.

Day 4: youngest memory

MRL: My memory’s pretty bad, but I think that when I was about 4, we went to the beach and I got salt water in my eyes and I cried, but it was a fun trip, even if that’s the only part I remember. In fact, I think that the photo I showed you is from that time.

Day 6: dreams and ambitions

MRL: I don’t really have any big goals as of now. My job’s okay and my apartment’s nice, so I can’t really ask for much. I guess a boyfriend would be nice and we could go on dates and kiss and hold hands and do boyfriend stuff together, you know?

Day 7: worst memory

MRL: Oh man, there are a lot. I'm really bad at choosing the-best-of-the best or the-worst-of-the-worst, but I guess there was this one time when I cried in the school bathroom and someone asked to use the stall I was in because the other ones were full, so I had to go and find somewhere else to cry in secrecy. But there was also the time where I cried because I didn’t get enough Christmas presents. Or when I killed my super most favorite and rare and expensive houseplant. Or when i accidentally broke someone’s ceramics project. Or when I threw a basketball at someone and sprained their finger. Or when...

Day 8: living space

MRL: My apartment's small, but it’s home. My landlord’s good enough, and my neighbors are quiet. It may not be perfect but that’s no reason to just move out. (In Maro’s world, you can afford a single person apartment with a slightly-above-minimum wage job)

Day 9: important object

MRL: Like I’ve said, I’m bad at choosing a number one object so I’ll just list a bunch of stuff. My phone’s important, and my laptop, my Starlite Spark “Shine Brite” Album CD that’s actually autographed by the band, my Allison Sunderland figurine key chain (the only anime merch I will ever allow myself to have), aaaaaanndddd my apartment, I guess. And living essentials. I also guess.

Day 10: unusual outfit

MRL: High fashion is kind of weird. I get that it’s just a show to demonstrate your technical ability and skill or whatever, but it feels like a waste of space sometimes. How did I even get into this outfit anyways?

Day 11+26: time period+royal/poor AU

I guess it would play out like Cinderella, where Maro’s, like, a servant or something, but transforms into a prince in his dream world. His dream world would be a lot more fantasy like, or whatever time period Cinderella takes place in.

Day 12: fighting style

MRL can’t fight in real life, because then he’d get fired and arrested for beating the crap out of some customer, but MRM is free to do whatever he wants, which includes going absolutely ham on various dream NPCs with various methods and tools. He floats around really elegantly, but his attacks are really devastating. If he was in a fighting game, he’d be a slow heavy hitter, even if he looks far from the type.

Day 13: love life

MRL: It’s about what you’d expect from someone with no friends. Non. Ex. Istant. It’s really pathetic, don’t you think...?

Day 14: seduction

MRL: *likes your post* *likes your selfie* *never interacts with you in a meaningful manner* As you can see, Maro’s very shy. Too shy, in fact, to even approach someone in real life. It’s hard to seduce someone if you can’t even interact with them physically.

Day 15+19: color palette+reversed personality

If they reversed personalities, I guess that MRL would have a bold and inconsiderate front, while being more reserved deep down. It would be a pretty interesting AU, and the colors look good, too.

Day 16: doing what they do best

Sleeping! Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. Maro’s special ability is to fall asleep whenever and wherever he wants. He can also wake up when he’s tired of dreaming, but time passes differently in the dream world, so either no time or a lot of time passes by when he wakes up.

Day 17; conflict

MRL meets a lot of unsatisfied customers at work, but the only thing to do is to quell the storm and to go along with whatever they wish. He’s not an entire pushover, but he’s not going to talk back either. MRM, however, is free of consequence to do whatever he wishes in the Dream world so he’s the type to create conflict or to react with more violence.

Day 18: alt. hairstyles

A ponytail makes MRM look very cheerleader-y doesn’t it? MRL doesn’t have enough hair to make a ponytail effective or nice looking, but he can still make one, even if he never does in the first place.

Day 19: mentor(s)

MRL: Mentors? Do teachers count? Even if I didn’t learn anything in school? I guess my parents were mentors too, but that’s just a given. There’s the guy who trained me for my job, but I haven’t seen him ever since.

Day 21: hobbies

MRL: I guess blogging is kind of my hobby. Even though I’m just talking into the void, it’s kind of comforting to imagine somebody relating with my posts. I used to like plants, but I gave up after I killed my most favorite one. Now I just... go on the internet and occasionally post things onto my blog.

Day 22: injured

It’s all in his dreams, so it’s okay if MRM dies or gets hurts.

Day 23: major flaw

Maro’s apathy to the world around him would probably be his biggest flaws. His general “who-cares” attitude makes him rather self centered. It’s hard for him to find use in living to the fullest, or self care, or caring for others, which is why he’s so mediocre.

Day 24: alt. outfits

Work uniform (Polo shirt, nametag, hard pants, shoes) Shopping (Hoodie, t-shirt, sweatpants, shoes) At Home (Blanket, t-shirt, underwear)

Day 25: drunk

Maro rarely gets wasted, because it’s kind of hard to get back home when you have nobody to call, but when he gets drunk he can’t dream properly so MRL gets all fuzzy and weird.

Day 27: bath

Maro takes showers most of the time, but on occassion, takes a nice bubbly bath if he feels like it.

Day 28: losing something loved

I nearly lost a key chain because the ball chain unclasped, but I found it right away. But if Maro lost his Allison Sunderland keychain forever, he’d probably cry and then accept it with apathetic resignation.

Day 29: 10 years later

:)

Day 30: alt. future

Maro is actually a redesign of a previous redesign of previous redesign disguised as a separate OC with another redesign of an OC i made when I was like 12. Complicated, right? The Original design has been lost to time, but I drew some of the other people Maro used to be.

Day 31: life changing moment

Maybe one day, I’ll finish Maro’s story and you guys will be able to see for yourselves :)

until then....

[grilledkatniss]

Speedy Gonzalez did it

E3 days of Inktober cramped up in one late night! ...in just 40 minutes of that late night. While having a chicken leg. Okay, let’s get right to it.

Prompt for day 4: FREEZE

Does it look like Fitz? Cause it is. Season 5 Dr. Leopold Fitz of dear Marvel’s Agents of Shield, when he went into cryo to go float for 90 years in space with Enoch and catch up with the rest of the team and ask Jemma to marry him while saving the day. That beard tho..

Prompt for day 5: BUILD

Here you have a very crazy looking Leo Valdez building something... The hella hot son of Hephaestus with his fiery hands. I don’t remember which book it was that he had to work on a super complicated ball to save the day too but, and also I don’t think he actually used a hammer in that scene and that whatever definitely doesn’t look round enough but oh well. I must admit I did it in a rush but this is nothing compared to 

Prompt for day 6: HUSKY

... I feel like I don’t really need to elaborate on this gud boi right here. Lol couldn’t be bothered to finish it BUT YOU PERFECTLY RECOGNIZE HIM so I count this as a perfect win.

Some blogging? 

I’m jamming to Girls Aloud right now and feeling pumped out. The whole house is feeling a bit mm not up for eating? The collective stomach of the household is very upset here and we don’t want to pester it any more than it already probably is. My sister and I went out for tea and I couldn’t stomach the tiramisu cake, couldn’t even finish my frappuccino. My dad is constantly in the bathroom, hasn’t had a proper meal since the day before yesterday. Now, mom is getting there, opted put of dinner today. Mm I call something viral but we’ll see. OMG Racy Lacey is TEA dam gurls who u slut-shaming. They’re so good. Fix Me Up slamming it. K stop

My dad wants to drive us to another province in the morning so I better turn these lovelies off. I’m planning on hijacking the stereo in the car so they’ll have nuf GA to spare. They’re so gonna hate me I can’t waittt!!

Okay have a good night’s sleep and make sure to have Girls Aloud be the background music to all your beautiful dreams.

[bymyside-fic]

Inktober Day #4: Freeze (~1000 words) read on AO3 // AFF

- October 4, 2007 -

"Summon!” Flitwick’s voice squeaked out above the commotion in Classroom 2E. 

“Uh...uh...” Travis looked all around the room, shaking his wand as he tried to focus on literally any object.

“Accio...chalk!” Analecia shouted, pointing her wand at the chalkboard across from her and reaching up to catch it as it flew toward her. 

The Slytherins in the room cheered, and Kibum repeated clapped his hands on Minho’s shoulder in victory as Flitwick marked down another point for Slytherin. Pop quizzes in Charms were honestly too much fun. Flitwick made a game out of it -- pitting the two Houses against each other and having them race to perform the spells they had learned over their years at Hogwarts. The prize was always ten points being awarded to the winning House. He said it was a great way for them to think on their feet, and it would apply to their real lives, outside of school. 

But honestly, it was just really, really fun. Especially when Slytherin was in the lead. Like they were right now.  

“Okay,” Flitwick shooed Analecia and Travis away from the podium and looked around the room. “Mr. Choi, Mr. Kim, you’re up.” 

A chorus of amused ohhs surrounded them as they slid off the bench and started for the front of the classroom. Kibum grinned, glancing around at the rest of the classmates as Minho stepped up beside him. For whatever reason, everyone loved to see the two of them being pitted against each other during these pop quizzes.

For his part, Kibum didn’t mind either. Actually, he really liked it. And, judging by the twinkle in Minho’s eyes as he turned to face him, he enjoyed it, too. 

“Wands at the ready!” 

Minho whipped his wand up, holding it in front of his face as he made eye contact with Kibum. His nose scrunched up as he smiled at him, and Kibum’s eyebrow rose haughtily as he lifted his chin. Grinning now, Minho swished his wand back to his side, and Kibum did the same. 

They had five spells that they would battle over, and a quick glance at the hourglass behind Minho told Kibum that this would be the final “duel” before the end of class. Slytherin was in the lead by two points, so he had to make this count. 

“Fire!” 

“Incendio!” They both yelled at the same time, but a jet of flame spurted out of Minho’s wand first. The Hufflepuff around the classroom whooped and hollered, and Minho extinguished the fire with a pointed grin at Kibum. 

Kibum licked his lips and glanced over at Flitwick, waiting until he opened his mouth to say the next prompt before he caught Minho’s eye and winked cheekily. Minho’s cheeks colored and he blinked. “Lift!” 

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Kibum said, directing his swish and flick toward the stack of books on Flitwick’s desk. 

Another point for Slytherin. Kibum smiled with a little bob of his head as Flitwick marked it down. Across from him, Minho huffed and Kibum glanced his way with a chuckle. “Light!” 

“Lumos Maxima!” Kibum blurted out but didn’t move his wand. Minho, however, properly flicked his wand as he said it, and the point went to Hufflepuff.

The Houses were tied. 

“We usually do five charms,” Flitwick said once the students settled back down. “But there’s a tie and we’re running out of time, so this will be our last one. Are you ready?” 

“Yes,” Kibum said at the same time Minho said, “Yes, sir.” 

There came a crumple of parchment from Flitwick’s podium. “Freeze!” he said, throwing up a handful of parchment. It fluttered through the air, and the spell Immobulus niggled at the back of Kibum’s mind. He raised his wand to perform it, but...

“Petrificus Totalus!” was what came out instead. He clapped his hand over his mouth when Minho froze up, his eyes widening as he fell helplessly to the side and onto the floor. “Oh, fuck!” he said...in English... His wand clattered on the table as he rushed to Minho’s side, his hands flitting over his petrified body. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean...I...I can’t hear you, what?” 

Minho yelled something, but it came out unsurprisingly muffled. 

Flitwick stepped up beside him, holding his own wand and swishing it over Minho. “Finite Incantatem!” 

Instantly, Minho relaxed, his movement returning to normal, but he stayed laying on the floor. “I’m so, so sorry,” Kibum said, sputtering the words out. Minho, for whatever reason, just smiled in response. “Are you mad at me?” 

“Of course not.” 

“What were you trying to say before, then?” 

His eyes flicked behind Kibum’s head and back to meet his gaze. “I won.” 

“Wha...” Kibum’s brow furrowed as he looked up and found the parchment leaves that Flitwick threw were suspended over the podium and the table that had been between them. 

“Good game, buddy,” Minho said, patting Kibum’s shoulder before he held onto it and hoisted himself up. 

“The point goes to Minho, which means ten points to Hufflepuff!” The bell rang then. “Alright, you’re dismissed. Enjoy the rest of your day!” 

Kibum grabbed his wand from the table and Minho stretched as he fully stood. He accepted his housemates’ congratulations with a quiet nod as they made their way back to their seats. Minho plopped down in his seat and grabbed his backpack from beneath the desk. “You know I’m not gonna forget this, right?” 

Kibum’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “Shut up.” 

“I should write Jonghyun!” he said, standing up in mock outrage. “He needs to be warned about this, too!" 

“Don’t you dare!” 

“You can’t stop me!” 

“Apparently, I can.” Minho fell back into his seat, laughing, and Kibum snorted before he tugged on Minho’s robe. “Come on, let’s go study.” 

[canonicallyautistic]

Inktober week 4: sorry for akutagawas (week 3) (week 2) (week 1)

22. This is a mockup of my Halloween costume. it’s not going to look like this because I overexerted myself and got really sick this weekend when I could have been buying supplies and working on it. but the last time I came up with a good Halloween costume idea as an adult, I reused it for like 3 years, so there’s always next year

23. Giorno meets the gang exactly as it happened in canon

24-25. I always dread drawing faces and when I add a face is usually when I go from thinking a drawing is decent to being ashamed of it. I drew too many hair and clothes on figures with no faces for years and my face-drawing skills withered away. anyway first of all it’s important that I learn to draw this one’s face since I draw him so much, so I redrew some of my favorite panels of him being creepy cute and tried some of my own expressions. I’m going to count this as a couple of days since I added more over several

26. I don’t think it’s difficult to guess what Chuuya is ranting about here

27. Continuation of Port Mafia Halloween from last week. Apparently all that practice didn’t do shit lmfao but Gin’s face is great and I am taking notes on whatever I did here for when I draw her in the future

28. I thought I would be drawing figure skaters like half the time in this challenge but I finally drew one! I drew this based on this gifset of Jun Hwan Cha at the medal ceremony in Canada. he’s so roumd

[teenytraveler]

Get to know the writer

Thank you for tagging me @ionica01​!! Totally unexpected but hey, I’m gonna have fun with this! :D 

So let us move on to the questions! ouo

1. Pen or pencil?

Both I guess? :’D I mean, I like pencil because it’s faster for me to write or doodle something, but I also like the pen because it’s more visible and permanent and I don’t have to sharpen it haha (after drawing inktobers for the whole month...)

2. Have you ever drawn your OCs?

Yes, I used to draw them a lot! Not as much these days tho... Which is sad considering I treat them as my own children and they are very close to my heart! ; u ; 

3. Does your writing ever make you cry?

It has never happened before but...you know...sometimes when I think of the things I want to put in the story for the plot make me all teary eyed - some of the stuff I want to write I had experienced before so... I guess you might count is as that? :’D

4. If your Muse was a person, what would they look like?

Oh wow, an interesting question! Hmmm... Usually my “Muse” as you call it, it doesn’t even feel like a person - more like a feeling, but if I were to describe it to you - sometimes my Muse looks like my ocs when I write my story and sometimes it looks like an excited kid, it really depends on what I’m writing/drawing/ thinking about!(and all of them  t a l k  to  m e), so yeah, definitely a funny feeling from time to time!

5. Which of your pieces would you choose to be remembered for?

Honestly? Any fragment of my story would be great, really (I want to finish at least with one book in my life!! ; u ;), because I put much work into writing (and constantly rewriting) it! It would also make me happy if someone remembered me for one of my poems, now that I think about it! 

6. How much have you written or worked on your WIP so far today?

I was waiting with this tag specifically to finally sit and write lmao I wrote 3 pages last night, which is a milestone, considering I had a very long writer block (could be), so I’m proud of myself for finally finishing writing that first chapter and I do like the way it turned out in the end!! :D

7. Have you ever based a piece (or a portion of a piece) on a dream?

I feel like I have, kind of, unconsciously! :’D I have so many weird dreams that it would be a shame not to use any, so I write them down sometimes as ideas for my story! 

8. Do you prefer silence, a little noise (music, ambient noise, fan etc) or a lot of noise when you are writing?

Music is my life, so it’s always there with whatever I’m doing really, especially when I’m writing/drawing! 

9. Do you have any routines before you sit down to write?

I don’t really think so...? When I tell myself “hey I’m gonna write now”, I just turn on the music that plays in the bg and we can call it a go! Should I mention I usually write at 1-2 am because that’s when everything I create turns out the best? :’D

10. Have you ever participated in a NaNoWriMo or a Camp?

Nope, never have! And I never heard of it and because I’m not as much of a writer, I’m gonna skip this question, if you don’t mind!

Thanks for the tag again, Lo!! <3 I had tons of fun! :D Tagging every writer that wants to share some answers!

 Go ahead and tag me in your “Get to know the writer” post so I can read your answers and get to know you more, guys! :D

[masasei]

2017 year in review!!

notes under cut...

y’know when you hit that plateau and you struggle to go up from there? yeah that was me this entire year.

my 2017 folder looks so sad and empty... except i have folders for specific projects. out of sight, out of mind, that’s how i operate. (also this doesn’t count the endless doodles in my 6-7 sketchbooks HAH)

... i’m just forgetful.

anyway

this year i said fuck it i’m gonna draw what i love (hachisuka) and don’t give a fuck about trying to draw things i’m only lukewarm about for conventions lol

highlights i guess

jan. fell deep, deep into sword musical hell and never recovered. a good death. bungou to alchemist is still going strong.

feb-march: ????? hachi TL got taken over by puchisuka and i did a ton of doodles of that too. also sleepy kotetsu draws... also commissions?

apr was attempt at first book but i got 4 pages in and died-- more commissions too? i forgot about those. damn.

may was dying while drawing my double-sided toumyu idol charms HHHHH

june’s tnzk was so much fun to draw, i should do more trad lines with digital colours...

jul was pulling out my tablet monitor again to draw things and while it’s definitely easier to draw with in some aspects i still prefer my tablet. that hota was lined with the tablet monitor tho

AUGUST!!! hachi month!!! man i was so productive. good job me. wow. amazing.

sept, acrylic stand hell i guess. also mochimochi charms.

oct, in which i said ‘fuck it just draw a goddamn book dont care about how shitty it’ll be’ and i did. accidentally drew it on a4 size instead of b5 size whoooooops. also i did like 5 days of inktober or whatever

nov: touken matsuri and then being too exhausted to draw properly afterwards LOL

dec: HHHHH gotta draw /something/ so i took my sketch from march and lined and coloured it. luv nagahachi

one failed resolution was to draw a lewd a month WAHAHhaha oops

next year!!!!! more books!!! more merch?? print a damn book... T_T

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

[actual-lich-queen]

I’m not sure if it’s lazier to fill this out again or go find the one from earlier in my tags...but filling it out again is the kind of lazy I am feeling. I’ll try and at least give different/varied answers as I can.

Tagged by @katalyna-rose, author of all things sexy.

Name: Andee

Nickname: I usually list Minty, but lately those who know me from tumblr have been trying to find a short hand for my handle here. I’ve gotten “Adventure” and “Strange” so far...I’m...kind of sadistically intrigued what it ends up being? If anything.

Zodiac: Wood Rat (on the Chinese calendar)

Hogwarts House: I always say Hufflepuff, and mention that Pottermore sorted me into Gryfindor but that I disagree with it. But! I have also been sorted into Slytherin before (by online quizzes). The only house I haven’t been put in is Ravenclaw. Which I really just think strengthens the Hufflepuff argument.

Height: 5′5″

Ethnicity: I love pumpkin pie spice lattes and Ugg boots.

Favorite fruit: I’m feeling peachy tonight~

Favorite season: Baseball season! There’s something still so iconic about listening to the Tigers on the radio while working on the car.

Favorite book series: Discworld usually wins out here. So let’s talk comic books. Gail Simone’s run on Red Sonja is how you define perfection. I literally cannot decide if I want to be her or be her girlfriend.

First book series: My first exposure to LoTR was my dad reading it to me and my little brother for bedtime. I love The Hobbit, but don’t have a lot of patience for the trilogy proper. I just never identified with any of the cast in LoTR.

Favorite fictional character: Right now I’m crushing pretty hard on @shannaraisles‘s Avvar!Cullen in her inktober series Kindled

Favorite flower: Today after my exam I picked some lavender and crushed it in my hands, rubbing the stems between my fingers until they were green and I could smell nothing but the mint.

Favorite scent: I regularly shove my face in my cat’s fur and inhale deeply. One day she will be gone and scent is the most powerful memory.

Favorite colors: For tattoos? I am a big fan of the American Traditional 4 color palette (black, red, yellow, green). As well as the style.

Favorite animals: When I was still small enough to ride on my dad’s shoulders, we were walking in the woods of Wisconsin when we came upon a buck that to my young mind, had the rack of a mythical wood guardian. I think because I was riding on dad’s shoulders, the hart had no idea we were people and let us get close enough that I reached out and pet it’s nose before it ran away. And that is why I like deer.

Favorite bands: I like the radio frequencies (ba-damp-tch)

Average hours of sleep: 6 ish

Number of blankets: Currently 2

Dream trip: Once I dreamed I opened my chest and as my ribs broke apart, galaxies poured out.

Last thing I googled: When daylight savings begins/ends/whatever. I want that extra hour of sleep, yo.

Blog created: 2012

Blogs followed: 411

Follower count: 227 - I should do a thing? Give away? Something? Where did all you people come from.

What I usually post about: Art, currently with a heavy focus on Dragon Age. Dear 60-some followers I had before that - thank you.

Do I get asks regularly: I do not! Not sure what people would ask about anyways?

tagging @smorgsbord

[vampamber]

“When a Trickster Comes Knocking” (Inktober Day 4: Mythology)

Title: When A Trickster Comes Knocking

Author: VampAmber

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Summary: “Hide me!” The stranger shouted the moment Dean opened his door. The man had been banging on it for well over a minute, waking Dean up out of a deep sleep filled with dreams of a certain someone that he knew he could never have.

“What, why?” Dean mumbled, still not entirely awake yet. It was late at night, after all, the moon only starting to go back down before the sun came to take its place.

“Because I need hidden, obviously,” the stranger replied snarkily, looking like he was about to start pushing his way into Dean’s hut at any moment. Dean rolled his eyes, but moved aside to let the stranger in. He was obviously not going to get anything out of the man until he did as he was asked.

“Okay, now you’re hidden,” Dean said as he closed his door. “Why exactly do you need to be hidden?”

Word Count:  1999

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12266442

“Hide me!” The stranger shouted the moment Dean opened his door. The man had been banging on it for well over a minute, waking Dean up out of a deep sleep filled with dreams of a certain someone that he knew he could never have.

“What, why?” Dean mumbled, still not entirely awake yet. It was late at night, after all, the moon only starting to go back down before the sun came to take its place.

“Because I need hidden, obviously,” the stranger replied snarkily, looking like he was about to start pushing his way into Dean’s hut at any moment. Dean rolled his eyes, but moved aside to let the stranger in. He was obviously not going to get anything out of the man until he did as he was asked.

“Okay, now you’re hidden,” Dean said as he closed his door. “Why exactly do you need to be hidden?”

“Freyja’s on the warpath again, and right now I’m her only target,” the man admitted, though he didn’t look near as terrified as a statement like that would normally warrant.

“What in Odin’s name did you do to anger a goddess?” Dean asked, plenty terrified for the both of them. Freyja was known for having a temper, especially whenever people such as Loki did something to earn her ire. Whatever this guy had done to set her off must have been quite horrible.

“Well, she’s pretty much always angry at me anyway, so I’m not sure which thing it was this time,” the stranger said, causing Dean to get a sudden sinking feeling. It couldn’t be…

“Loki?” Dean asked anyway, not sure if he believed it himself.

“One and the same,” the trickster god said with a grin. The grin was replaced quickly with one of dread when, outside of Dean’s hut, the sounds of an obviously displeased goddess started getting closer. “I think she followed me, where’s a place I can hide?”

“Oh no, no way am I getting in between two battling gods, especially when one of them is you,” Dean said, heading back to the doorway. “Out, get out now before you bring her wrath down on me too, for protecting you.”

“Please, don’t make me leave?” Loki begged. He even went so far as to get down on his knees, much to the amazement of the very mortal Dean. “Keep me hidden until she’s gone, and I’ll… I’ll give you a boon! Whatever your heart desires, I promise. Just don’t make me face her when she’s in the middle of a tantrum.”

Dean wasn’t a greedy man, not by a long shot, but a boon from a god was not something you passed up, no matter the god. “Fine, I have a trunk you can hide in.” He led the god into his bedroom and emptied out the trunk he kept at the foot of his bed. He’d never fit in it, because he was too tall and wide, but hopefully Loki would.

“Thanks, Dean-o,” the trickster god said before hopping in and closing the lid himself. Dean bristled, not liking that nickname at all, but the lid was already closed so there was no point in complaining now.

He went and poured himself a cup of mead, sitting down in his most comfortable chair to wait out the angry storm of noise outside. He probably should have gone back to sleep so that he wouldn’t be exhausted in the morning, but he knew there was no way he’d get any rest with Loki hiding only a few feet away. It took Freyja over an hour before she finally gave up and left the village, but when Dean checked the trunk to let Loki know that he was safe to come out, it was empty. The god had left him a pile of money, though, so at least it had been somewhat worth his efforts.

As Dean fell back to sleep, he wondered what it would have been like, had the boon been of his choosing instead of the pile of coins. While he knew that he probably would have asked for health for his family, mainly his brother Sam and his wife and children, Dean knew what his heart would have wished for. The man who lived across the courtyard from him was named Castiel. It was an odd name for an odd fellow, but it seemed to fit him perfectly. He collected books and gave sweets to the children, and took care of the elders without asking, and while Dean would never admit it out loud, he was completely smitten with the man. He often caught himself staring at that mop of messy, dark hair, and whenever those blue eyes were turned on him he would blush and look away immediately. It was with thoughts of Castiel floating through his head that Dean fell back into a dreamless sleep.

When he woke the next morning, the emptied out trunk with the pile of coins still in it let him know that all of the previous night’s events had actually happened. He took them to the lady Moseley’s hut to get them blessed, just in case. It was well known that bad luck tended to follow those that were unfortunate enough to have dealings with the trickster god. On his way back, he stopped at his brother’s hut to leave most of the coins with him. His sister by marriage, Eileen, was to give birth to his third niece or nephew soon, and everybody knew that children were expensive. Especially considering the two boys that Sam already had ate more than the horses their family took care of. Dean had to lie about where the money had come from, though he kept somewhat close to the truth by saying it was a boon from a god for doing them a favor. He was just conveniently vague on which god.

After many thanks and hugs and a much heartier breakfast than he ever would have made for himself, Dean finally headed home. And as was just his luck lately, Castiel was outside his own hut, tending to his garden. The other man smiled widely and waved, as was his habit. But he was friendly like that with everybody, so Dean tried to not get his hopes up.

“Ahh, so that's what your heart desires,” said a voice from behind him. Dean jumped, he was so startled.

He whipped around to face Loki. “Don't do that, you freaked me out,” he scolded, before he remembered he was scolding a deity. How had this become his life? “Wait, how did you do that? You weren't there a moment ago.”

“Hello, trickster,” the shorter man drawled out. Dean was really starting to understand why Freyja and the rest of the gods were so often annoyed by him. “I can pop in and out whenever and wherever I want.”

“Then why did you need me to hide you last night?” Dean asked, trying to not show his annoyance. He mostly succeeded. “Why not find a mountaintop or an island far away from here instead? Somewhere less obvious than an empty storage trunk.”

“Because, Dean-o,” Loki started to say, before vanishing. “She could've tracked me if I had,” he continued, now once again behind Dean.

“Fine, whatever,” Dean huffed as he turned around once again to face the annoying little god. “Thank you for the coins, it was very helpful. I appreciate your boon,” he said, his voice dull.

“The coins weren't your boon, they were just to make up for the mess you had to clean up,” Loki said, rolling his eyes. “I said 'whatever your heart desires’ and I meant it. And from the looks of it, your heart’s desiring that handsome gardener across the lane.”

Dean started choking on air. “No,” he sputtered out, probably looking as stupid as he felt right now. “I have no idea what you’re even talking about. Why would you say something so crazy?” Hearing the truth, as much as he was currently denying it, come from another person’s mouth was just too much. Especially since that other person was technically a god.

Loki just laughed mockingly, the jerk. It took him a few minutes to finish, all the while Dean burned bright red from embarrassment as he prayed to literally any other god that wasn’t the one in front of him that Castiel wasn’t paying attention to the spectacle currently going on. “Sorry Dean-o, that was just way too hilarious,” the trickster god said, when he was finally able to speak again. “But extreme denial or not, I can feel your longing from Valhalla. He’s your heart’s desire, so he’s what you’re gonna get.”

Dean rolled his eyes and let out a tortured sigh. “Fine, you’re right, I have a… thing for him. But I would never have you force him to be with me with some love spell or whatever. It’d be fake then, and I know damn well my heart doesn’t desire that.”

“Who said I’d have to force him?” Loki asked, giving Dean a look that showed just how stupid he thought the mortal was. “You think your longing is big? I could probably hear his from the farthest reaches of Asgard, the kid’s heart is screaming so loudly for you. No clue what he sees in you, because you’re obviously a clueless idiot, but at least the pining is mutual. Makes my job a lot easier.”

Dean felt his eyes widen and his jaw drop, but his brain was too busy imploding in on itself for him to truly care. It wasn’t one-sided? “He… he likes me?”

Loki snorted. “Your mom dropped you on your head as a kid pretty often, didn’t she? Yes, dumb ass, he likes you too. Now go over there and start courting or whatever it is you kids do these days.”

Dean felt dazed by this news. “Yes, of course. Thank you Loki,” he mumbled as he headed over to Castiel’s hut to speak with him, not even paying attention when Loki disappeared from sight.

Gabriel watched on from above as his little brother opened the door for Dean, and smiled as they started talking. This happened every single time with those two. Lots of staring and mutual pining, but they were always too afraid to make the first move until he intervened somehow. At least this time he didn’t have to be as subtle, since Loki was well known for showing up randomly and doing whatever he felt like.

He sensed his Father appear beside him when the two currently-human idiots shared their first kiss. “He always does end up with the Righteous Man, doesn’t he?” God said fondly as He began watching as well.

“That one’s more on you than me, Dad,” Gabriel responded, and God just shrugged. “Aren’t you supposed to be off winning absentee father of the year or something?” He teased. The archangel smiled as his Father chuckled.

“I like keeping an eye on your little ‘experiment’,” He admitted. “Having the seraph live mortal lives, even if he doesn’t remember them afterwards, is definitely changing him for the better. It’s teaching him to love humanity, the way I wanted you all to.”

“If by ‘humanity’ you mean ‘the Righteous Man’, then yeah, it’s definitely teaching him that, Dad,” Gabriel joked back.

“You know exactly what I meant,” God scolded, though Gabriel could tell He didn’t really mean it. Whenever He popped in to see how His youngest son was doing, they always bantered like this. They were quickly becoming some of Gabriel’s favorite moments. “They have a lot of difficult times ahead of them, quite a few centuries from now. I’m glad they can have these moments before then.”

“Yeah, me too,” Gabriel agreed. The two stopped watching once Dean and Castiel started towards things no family member should ever witness, and Gabriel grinned as he started to wonder when they would show up next.

[autisticlassiedog]

I was tagged by @pknumba1 :)

Rules: Answer 30 Questions then tag 20 blogs (I’m too lazy to tag anybody :P)

Questions:

1. Nicknames: Collie, Tiff

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Cancer

4. Height: 5′

5. Time: 11:37 pm

6. Birthday: June 29th

7. Favourite bands: Relient K, Owl City, Imagine Dragons, Seitchfoot, Red, Skillet, a bunch of more random assortments of either hard rock or j-rock I listen to

8. Favourite solo artists: hm

9. Song stuck in my head:  I’m playing Good Time by Owl City right now, so that

10. Last movie watched: movie, hm, movie....it’s been quite a while since I watched an actual movie, I have no idea

11. Last show watched: Dragon Ball Z Kai The Final Chapters, yesterday or the day before I think?

12. When did I create my blog: June 2014 I think

13. What do I post: Whatever I’m currently obsessed with tbh, plus I have a daily queue of the various stuff I either watch or in some cases really want to watch, to keep things interesting for my followers

14. Last thing googled: “mouse running” for an Inktober sketch

15. Do you have other blogs: Several. I made some extra blogs so I could talk about other stuff without being annoying. Plus my two RPs blogs, which I’m planning to make another XD

16. Do you get asks: Not anymore....pay attention to me D:

17. Why did you choose your url: lifelong obsession with collies tbh 

18. Following: 160 (on this account, my RP accounts are probably more)

19. Followers: 233

20. Favorite colors: purple, blue, stuff like that

21. Average hours of sleep: 8-10

22. Lucky number:  8 

23. Instruments: I can play piano but I haven’t practiced in months and haven’t practiced properly for a couple years

24. What I am wearing: blue shirt and pants, I haven’t dressed for bed yet

25. How many blankets I sleep with: right now I use one (my favorite quilt CX) and hug another bc I like to hug things in my sleep for some reason (I’m kinda like ”no touchy” when awake though, so idk why lol)

26. Dream job: working with dogs in some way :D

27. Dream trip: I’d love to visit anywhere tbh. Preferably another culture.

28. Favourite food: I inhale chicken

29. Nationality: American, a small bit of hispanic if having a hispanic grandparent counts

30. Favourite song right now: Deep Sea Girl, tbh

[lysitheaioandeuropa]

1-100 cute questions

:~)

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?- more cereal than milk! it has to be crunchy and milk is fucking gross, even though i use almond milk instead

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- FUCK yeah, especially if it's also sunny outside

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?- grocery receipts are the usual culprit. maybe i should make my own bookmarks!

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?- rn i'm having sugar free white chocolate w half & half and 3 splenda

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?- i'm self conscious of my entire existence my friend

6: do you keep plants?- yes! she gave me and orchid and a bamboo plant a while back, and i have ian my aloe/succulent

7: do you name your plants?- lmfao yes, ian! she named the bamboo melman, and i never named the orchid. zack and sabrina are no longer w us unfortunately

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?- i used to write and draw a lot. i don't get a chance to do it as often now but i rly am trying more. i'll even try my hand at inktober this year but yikes scared bc i can't actually draw

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?- hell yeah bitch if i am in the mood for it

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?- all of the above? lmao. my back is most cozy but sleep paralysis, so a mix of side stomach like its a specific diagonal ass position on my bed lol

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?- "coming this soon"

12: what's your favorite planet?- FUCKING JUPITER BRO OMFG MY URL ARE TWO OF MY FAVE MOONS OF JUPITER TEST ME BITCH

13: what's something that made you smile today?- i don't think i've smiled today? maybe something michelle said earlier when we went to lowe's

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?- *takes pics of my current place*might have a little more aesthetic to it just bc location though. and if i live in a bigger city than orlando that means i have more money to REALLY fulfill my aesthetic wishes

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!- Recent work by planetary scientists has indicated that the deep atmospheres of Jupiter and Saturn may contain chunks of diamond floating in a liquid hydrogen-helium fluid. MEANING, it rains diamonds on jupiter

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?- permission crusted chicken, w angel hair in a lemon butter sauce

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?- i was going for a magenta over the summer and was p successful but my mom paid for me to not keep lightening and shit, that wasn't my money so idc lol rn its auburn-ish. i rly do still want a light blond/almost gray though

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.- the time i got incredibly drunk, like, throwing up and dying can't even walk drunk like wow i'm not like that lmao so when that happens it's wild

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- i have multiple journals and a sketch book. the sketch book is whatever i feel inspired to draw atm and bc thats so rare i just be picking it up and going lmao. i hardly write anymore, these questions kinda keep me going

20: what's your favorite eye color?- light brown is vastly underrated tbh, like yeah green is cool but i have always been a sucker for hazel or just noticeably lighter brown eyes. i remember this one boy in the 8th grade had me swooning w that alone lmao and ofc my gf now its soo nice

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.- i no longer have it, but i had the same jansport since the seventh grade. i used to customize it and sew on letters or iron on, change it up ever so often, and got rid of it senior year of high school

22: are you a morning person?- i really am not, but everyone thinks i am since i'm up at 6am even the days i ain't got shit to do

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?- PLAY VIDEO GAMES. draw, do these questions, sometimes even brainstorm ideas about books i'll never write

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?- shit every single one of them? well nvm, yeah there is. jordan. that's my ride or die forreal and honestly i think she does know ABSOLUTELY everything there is to know about me. timmy too actually!

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?- hmm idk if it counts but this one "abandoned house" in the gables to smoke, and the rooftop of merrick park late at night

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?- bro i had these low top black and white converse that i got for christmas one year from this boy that rly liked me lmao i kept them for a hotttt minute, through college i think but had to throw them away when the sole finally gave out

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?- just mint is fine

28: sunrise or sunset?- sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?- just how she remembers and notices absolutely everything. i moved a pin in my room once and after not having been over for a week she asked me where it was as soon as she walked in

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?- yeah last night when i was home alone and i swear i thought i heard knocks on my bedroom door which would be impossible. fuck no i didn't open it

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.- i think socks are cool, they make my feet soft if i put them on immediately after showering & moisturizing. they protect your heels from getting too cracked as well. i don't care for white socks, but am a slut for black no show ones. i sometimes have to buy kids socks bc my feet are so fucking small that no show, still show. i like aesthetic socks! like the ones w cartoons and stuff like that. and knee high socks can be sexy, just maybe not on me?

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.- i don't be w friends like that? OH but this one night we went to see Laidback Luke at Space and then we went to Nikki beach to drink some more and watch the sun rise and we all rly bonded and i learned some shit about my friends i def ain't know before it was rly nice. there was a dog we met there named molly LMFAO

33: what's your fave pastry?- i like lemon and red velvet stuff. guava and cheese pastries are good too i miss them

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?- okay i didn't rly have any stuffed animals as a kid, but that boy i was obsessed with, omar, he gave me a plush lil puppy one year for christmas and omg i cherished it lmao. but then my dog got it and i was so sad :(

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?- FUCK YEAH I DO. i use them often, though not as often as before like i need to get back on track w being organized

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?- arctic monkeys, always

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?- clean!!!! i finished cleaning it completely today and wow i feel like a brand new person

38: tell us about your pet peeves!- messes stress me outtttttt, like gross unhygienic messes omfg

39: what color do you wear the most?- black bitch, next

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?- i have these 1/4 carat diamond earrings that i received as a christmas gift last year from one of my kids and it was just so sweet and i rly love them, they're the only earrings i wear now

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?- the zodiac series! and lord of shadows!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!- no i don't, not yet at least. i would like to find a rly rly nice one, maybe we'll go hunting for one next weekend. there are two rly good boba places i like though!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?- michelle maybe? and no gaze, we just noticed the starts were nice during that hurricane lmao

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?- july 8, 2017 it was short lived limited to just that day lmao but it was nice

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?- some times? my instincts don't be telling me a lot tbh

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.- "what did the cell say to his sister when she stepped on his foot? Mitosis"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?- sea food? fucking pickles!! mustard too

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?- roaches, and possibly hell yeah

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?- i do! but i have apple music now so i do not buy music or anything any more

50: what's an odd thing you collect?- tickets. plane tickets, parking tickets, concert tickets, admission tickets, sometimes even receipts, if it has a nice enough memory attached to it i collect it

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?- nothing i can think of at the moment

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?- salt bae, all the "it" memes, the neo yokio memes, "i had to do it to em," x-files memes

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?- i'm familiar w rocky horror & the heathers, love beattle juice, haven't watched pulp fiction

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?- myself whenever i look in the mirror

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?- i don't rly be doing shit "just to prove a point" thats rly petty

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?- love when their faces light up talking about some shit that gets them hype

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?- i rly don't fucking care for bohemian rhapsody like why is that a thing

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?- i am vodka aunt

59: what's your favorite myth?- I LOVE ALL GREEK MYTHOLOGY EQUALLY. norse mythology is cool too, as is celtic but i think greek is my fave

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?- poetry is hard to get into bc so much of it doesn't resonate w me or comes off as fake deep tumblr posts (i'm looking @ you milk and honey). howl by allen ginsberg is still my fave

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?- i'm always surprised to be getting any gifts at all, i don't think i have ever received anything "stupid." my gf used to love giving me food and candy though but like i'm fat so no. and i don't give gifts without putting any thought into it so i have never given a "stupid" gift either.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?- no, i drink ice cold water and coffee. sometimes crystal light which isn't rly juice to me i think its just flavored water

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?- nigga YES! i just reorganized my entire bookshelf and my itunes is not as neat bc i'm behind but i also keep that rly meticulously done

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?- blue-ish gray

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?- my gf, lmao. thuy!!!! nick and andres too omg!!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?- not roses, it'd be an assortment of a ton of flowers, lots of pink and green and white

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?- i fucking THRIVE it's nice, scary movie and reading weather

68: what's winter like where you live?- it's FAKE AS HELL. i wish it just a tad cooler, like ten or fifteen degrees

69: what are your favorite board games?- i like scategories and the game of life. candyland!

70: have you ever used a ouija board?- those are caucasian activities no thank you

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?- great tea or tazo passion tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?- HELL YEAH and i'll note it down multiple times like written, typed, phone agenda, etc it's hard and i hate my shit memory

73: what are some of your worst habits?- procrastination is the worst i think

75: tell us about your pets!- i don't have any :( i would count zeus but i'm also deathly allergic to him

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?- yeah!!!!! smh

77: pink or yellow lemonade?- "why not both?" probably pink more

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?- hate that shit they're so ugly and annoying and gross and hate how they talk like bro

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?- i never thought my mom cared about me tbh but she threw me a huge graduation/birthday party i cried.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?- they're a nude/beige, i didn't pick it but i'm also not painting over. its nice though

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.- this sounds nice in theory but i dont rly have the energy for it rn lol

82: are/were you good in school?- i was but i coasted, had i tried a lot harder and dedicated more time to it i could have been better

83: what's some of your favorite album art?-i can't think of any rly  

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?- i have to add to what i have on my back, and have a few more i would like but am not sure about

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?- i do! i'm actually reading one now on tumblr, its called countdown to countdown and its rather interesting. i like twd comics, and am also reading the OoT manga. i rly love manga too actually, inuyasha was the first one i read that got me into it

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?- BECAUSE THE INTERNET, CHILDISH GAMBINO

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?- i've seen a ton of movies dude. i think spirited away or kiki's delivery service, or princess mononoke. ghibli movies w strong female leads. howl's moving castle too but it does focus more on romance. i should reread the book

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?- i'm not familiar enough w art to tell you! i think art is rly interesting though, and don't particularly care for modern art

89: are you close to your parents?- not rly, but am more so as an adult. i don't tell them my business or anything like that though

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.- seattle just really resonates w me and the more i talk about it the stupider it sounds. but i have been to quite a few cities, DC, atlanta, Tallahassee, miami, san diego, vegas, the list goes on. none of them made me feel the way seattle does. maybe bc i went alone? maybe the time period that i went? some of the memories attached to the city kind of suck now, lol, but still rly important to me

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?- nowhere in particular this year, but i'm def going back to seattle next year guaranteed, maybe doing paradiso

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?- if its my own sauce then no cheese at all, otherwise olive garden def hates me

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?- i just wash it and wear it down

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?- today is felisha's bday apparently

95: what are your plans for this weekend?- uh idk, ig see my gf. i'm avoiding a baby shower but idk what we'll do instead

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?- i procrastinate on them a ton lmfao "remind me later" yeah bitch in like a century

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?- INTP, gemini, ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?- i don't think i ever have gone hiking

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.- i'm sure there are a few but nothing i can think of off the top of my head. reflection by 5h actually lol

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?- FIVE YEARS INTO THE PAST and five years ago is a rly good time to go back to!!! i was 20 and going through suchhhhh a bad break up but i wish i could have gotten up and been a bad bitch sooner lol i love the stuff i experienced that year, went to my first edc and whatnot. 2013 was rough on me but i pushed through it! 2014 i made some bad choices that i would change, 2015 wan alright but i can do it better and i'm not even sure what 2016 was. i would have started teaching sooner had i known it was something i could do i think. i would have worked harder and been more responsible especially financially, though tbh i did pretty well. i'd just do adulthood a lot better and start off a lot stronger. I WOULD REDO THAT LOCKHEED INTERVIEW AND ROCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT.