#IT‘S BEEN 7 YEARS

[little-devil-art]

[Spring has sprung!]⚔️👑🐰

(‼️OC Alice x Xander‼️)

I headcanon that Xander absolutely does NOT like the Spring Bunny Outfit but doesn‘t get rid of it because Alice keeps a close eye on it heheh- She‘s his worst enemy during early spring.

[furioussouls]

It will come back.

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[yandere! academic rival x plus sized! reader]

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Warning: yandere behaviour ( I dont condone this sort of behaviour in real life, but this is fiction. Enjoy), cursing, suggestive themes), mention of self harm and smoking, sacrilegious themes

Reader uses she/ her pronouns

Song: It will come back by Hozier

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Yandere type: masochistic, attention- seeker, clingy

You stared at the big grandfather clock behind your Professor, your own hands cupping your chubby cheeks. Worn down by time, one would assume that it looked less elegant, but it didn’t. Ever since you started going to Krepstom Academy 7 years ago, the huge clock has been there with you in every lesson and exam. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just the wooden clock that accompanied you through every step of the way.

„(Y/N) (L/N)“, the voice of your Professor, Mr. Bailey, shook you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes snapped towards him and a wave of embarrassment creeped it‘s way up your neck. You could feel the leering looks of some of your classmates behind your back accompanied by some hidden chuckles.

„Yes, Professor Bailey?“, you asked after clearing your throat.

„Where is Mr. Synovic?“, he inquired after glancing at the empty spot behind you.

Your eyebrows rose in annoyance at the mention of his name , but you immediately relaxed your face when Mr. Bailey‘s eyes found their way to yours.

„With all due respect, Professor. How am I supposed to know where he is?“ you asked him with genuine curiosity and a sweet smile.

Mr. Bailey‘s bushy, white eyebrows furrowed in confusion and then the right side of his mouth gently turned upwards. „Oh, I apologise. I thought the both of you continue this cat and mouse chase outside of the classroom as well. I shouldn’t have assumed“

Your saccharine smile turned bittersweet in a matter of a few seconds and you fidgeted in your creaky chair. Smiling uncomfortably at him, you crossed your plump arms.

Jesse Synovic was a thorn in your eye. You would not give him the satisfaction of having him play a bigger role in your life than necessary, so even his annoying existence was only bothersome - at most. The two of you have been competing in Mr. Bailey‘s class ever since your journey at the Academy began. In some cases, he’s the best in class and sometimes you are. It’s a constant futile battle, considering that neither the students nor the teachers care about who ‚the best‘ is. The whole „battle“ is entirely between you two. Suddenly you heard a few knocks. Somebody opened the creaky, oak door after hearing the affirmative hum of Professor Bailey.

Speak of the devil and he shall disappear. Jesse Synovic stood under the threshold of the door and apologised to your Professor for being late and sat down. His freckles adorning his aquiline nose and his familiar scent invaded your nose: mint and hibiscus.

You rolled your eyes when you heard him sit down behind you. The lesson could have been perfect; no annoying Jesse in the background, correcting your every participation in class. However, seems like you were not amongst any god‘s favourite mortals.

You looked outside of the stained window; the pitter-patter of the hammering raindrops against the glass mirrored not only your mood, but also perfectly reflects the season, which you are in right now; autumn. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his eyes on you. Your eyes switched from the window to him.

„What do you want?“, you mouthed to him. His mouth twitched up into a crooked smile and he shook his head, as if to say „nothing“. You stared at his face and his shoulders relaxed underneath your glare. He smiled lazily at you and fixed some of his black curls.

You rolled your eyes at him and focused back on Professor Bailey‘s lesson until the end.

After the lesson, you walked along the huge corridors of the academy. The huge stone pillars of the building reminded you of the fantastical buildings of your favourite fantasy books. While admiring the architectural designs of the building, you suddenly heard a deep, male voice from behind you call out your name, causing you to spin around quickly. Your mood dampened seeing Jesse‘s face.

„What?“, you demanded. He walked towards you with raised hands, his frame towering over your deliciously rounded one. You crossed your arms over your busty chest, causing Jesse‘s eyes to pause there and his eyes scanned you again from top to bottom and then settled on your stunning eyes.

„I‘m not here to cause a scene.“, he grinned at you, „ I just wanted to walk with you for a little while… and wanted to ask about your Astrophysics grade“, he asked with an innocent grin. His cheeks dimpled.

A ball of annoyance tightened your belly. Your nostrils flared and you pinched the bridge of your nose. His soft chuckle echoed through the hallway. “I’ve got 93%“, you hissed out and clenched your jaw. You turned around and made a move to start walking again, but he stopped you.

„Pretty good!“ he exclaimed and stretched his arms out and closed his long lashed eyes. You crossed your arms and looked up to the sky, already knowing what’s happening next. He opened one eye and looked at you. „I got 97%”, he smiled, opening his other eye as well and exposing infuriating pearly white teeth with naturally pointy canines.

“Uh huh, very nice”, you pressed out and continued to walk away.

“Wait, wait!“, he walked beside you and matched your pace. „Don’t you want to congratulate me?“, he beamed at your annoyed expression and tightened the tie of his school uniform around his neck.

„Why would I?“, you grumbled out. „The only reason you‘re in the Academy in the first place is because of your parents money. That I can congratulate for: Congratulations for being well bred“, you replied sarcastically.

He tutted three times. „Oh baby, we’ve been doing this for 7 years and your only argument is the fact that my parents are rich? I thought your argumentative skills were better than that. God should’ve spent more time on your brain, and not all of it on your body, yes?“ he retorted condescendingly.

Your steps slowed down and Jesse matched your pace, looking at you from the side in a questioning manner. His smile dropped slowly and his eyes scanned every part of your face, his own face reflecting uncertainty. As quickly as the uncertainty appeared, the expression left his face again.

You raised an eyebrow at him and the one side of your mouth tucked upwards. “ Was that a compliment, Scrooge Mcduck? Do you think my body is pretty?”, you grinned at him from one ear to the other.

His shoulders relaxed and he exhaled softly. He closed his eyes and then laughed „You crave my validation that badly?“, You made a gagging sound at the idea of you needing male validation and started walking. Your dog, following obediently behind you.

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Jesse‘s hands shook. He clenched and unclenched his veiny, long hand. Matching the speed of his curvy darling was easy, the few seconds before they continued walking weren’t; seeing her face drop at (what he assumed was) his insult made his heart clench. He wanted to die right then and there. It teared him apart like spiky thorns, which dug themselves further and further into his beating heart.

Well, he didn’t lie. Your body was carefully carved by the gods. Every curve was attentively sculpted. Every line carefully drawn with the most precise of utensils, and every round limb diligently molded. The strech marks on your body carefully designed after billions and billions of shooting stars and every dip in a curve accurately measured after the most beautiful mountains of this planet.

However, it’s not only your body that he is in love with. Your intelligence shocks him from day to day. You weren’t lying either; he can afford the most qualified tutors and the most intricate advanced courses to deepen his knowledge. You can not, and you are one of the smartest people he has ever met. And to think that he almost insulted and hurt you, and not in a bickering matter, made him want to throw up. Thankfully, you only cared about the part where he complimented your body. Jesse’s chest tingled and he could not help the grin that came over his face. God, he loves his darling so much.

Continuing the walk in comfortable silence for once without biting insults, and hearing both your steps ring throughout the halls of the corridor, made Jesse think of when you first met each other; You were both very young, and he was the embodiment of a broody, edgy teenager. Nobody talked to him, because of his reputation. Well, nobody except for.. well, you. You stood there with the biggest smile on your squishy cheeks and showed him kindness by hugging him. Little Jesse’s body warmed and tensed up. Not even his parents were kind to him like that. But no, they didn’t mistreat him. No, because mistreating him would mean actually spending time with him, and they are not the type of parents to do that. Indifference is so much crueler than hatred. You on the other hand, ruffled his hair and showed him affection. And like a sponge, he soaked it all up, like a stray dog after being fed, he came running back to you once he needed more. And what guaranteed your attention more than academically being on your level? What guaranteed your attention on him more than you showing your beautiful infuriation towards him?

His belly warmed at the idea of your pretty face scrunching up in anger at him. Pointing your pretty finger at him and roughing him up a little. He knows that he cannot make anybody as mad as you. You are special.

Jesse was completely lost in thoughts, reminiscing about the past when you ripped him out his trance with your beautiful voice: „I’ll get going then. Not all of us can bribe the Professors with money, can we? Some of us actually need to study and let our abilities speak for themselves.“, you nodded at him and turned around.

Jesse smiled at you, put his fist up in the air and called out: „Study hard! We‘ll need someone to secure the second place again!“

You kept walking and lifted your middle finger, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

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Jesse was sitting in the garden of the Academy, watching you study diligently. His veiny fingers gently put a cigarette in his mouth and he inhaled the toxic substance. Looking carefully around to make sure none of the teachers would catch him and interrupt his favourite pastime; observing you and your little habits.

The few birds around him, that haven’t started their journey to the south yet, sung the song of their people and the autumn sun shone brightly in his face. The garden around him looked like an idyllic landscape, but he doesn’t need to spend his time looking elsewhere for heavenly projections. He has found his own salvation. His beautiful, ethereal goddess sitting a few meters away from him.

Taking another drag of his cigarette, his eyes looked down at the faint scars on his palm and his wrist. The era of his life where he hadn’t met you yet; naturally it was the worst time of his life. He chuckled lowly and remembered the anguish he felt. Unnecessary, wasted energy. There’s somebody else that can spend all of their energy on him; the good emotions, the bad. Somebody that can order him around and insult him and.. more. Goosebumps of pleasure rose on his body and he shivered happily. He grinned and gently licked his portruding canine teeth and threw away his cigarette safely, his eyes never leaving your gorgeous form.

Do you guys want more of Jesse?

(Please do not copy, rewrite or translate my ideas:) )

[brainbowunicorn]

I don‘t know if some of you even remember me. Hi, I‘m Betty and I was an artist and a singer (bathroom siren video anyone?). I was also pretty active in the Dan and Phil Fandom, dark times, I know.

I‘ve been so inactive the last few years. Five years to be exact. A lot has changed over the years.

I got diagnosed with bpd, got admitted to a mental hospital and got trapped in an abusive relationship. This person made my mental health spiral out of control and it took a long time to cut this person out of my life. We dated for a short time but became so dependent on one another that I thought I needed to be with them 24/7. They also had bpd, which I think explains a lot.

I‘ve been with my girlfriend for almost 4 years now, we met in 2021 on an online dating side and things went good from there. I‘m currently sitting in our living room, it‘s 1 am and I‘m surrounded by our three cats and I am happy.

The time between 2019 and 2021 was especially hard for me. I remember very little of that period of time and I am just realizing that I was disassociating almost the entire time. My girlfriend was the one who pulled me out and I‘m forever grateful for that.

My mom got diagnosed with breast cancer in 2023, she went through chemotherapy and thankfully pulled through with no major complications. But shortly after my dad cheated and they separated. It’s been hard ever since.

I don’t know why I am writing all of this into what is probably an empty void. Maybe I just want to write down my feeling for no one I know to see.

Oh and the funny thing is: The apartment I‘m living in with my girlfriend is the same one my parents built 8 years ago. The bathroom is the same one where the siren video happend. My parents built a house with three apartments in it in 2015 and the bathroom was just finished. My mom was cleaning it and asked me to come over so that I could take some pictures of the finished apartments. So long story short I was waiting for her to finish cleaning the bathroom while singing with her.

It‘s actually quite funny how your life plays out. I never thought I would be sitting in my own apartment, my girlfriend, whom I want to marry someday, sleeping soundly in our bed, being surrounded by our three cats and having a job that I love.

[cottonlemonade]

A Simpler Life [Part 1]

word count: 1585 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.

When you decided on a clean break and moved to the little country home, you finally got your long harbored wish of a manageable veggie patch as well as a few fruit planters, breathing clear fresh air that the city life had you only dream about for so many years. At first, of course, the people were suspicious of the newcomer - the foreigner-city girl who came to their part of Hyogo with no clear intention but when you greeted each of them warmly around town and offered an open door if anyone ever needed help, they soon treated you as one of their own. The grandmothers of the neighborhood quickly kept an eye out for any eligible bachelors because “it‘d be such a shame if a pretty girl like ya would be all lonesome in that house of yers“ but while grateful for their concern, you were happy on your own.

Although, that didn‘t stop you from falling for your neighbor as soon as you met him.

Your first impression of Kita was that he was polite, caring and warm but maybe a bit shy. He bowed his head with a smile when he passed by your front yard in the evening heading to his house, looking exhausted but satisfied. You wondered if he lived alone, too, because no one else seemed to be going in or out of the modest traditional nouka.

You were privately looking forward to the evenings when you could catch a glimpse of him and bask even for just a second in the sunshine of his smile.

This went on for a week or so of you two simply exchanging nods, waves and smiles until, “Good evenin‘.“, he greeted.

The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. You were tending to your garden, having opted to weed in the milder evening rather than the afternoon sun. A straw hat on your head, muscles already straining from the unfamiliar work, you straightened, trying to suppress a groan. “And to you.“, you replied, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smearing some soil on your skin in the process.

“It‘s really comin‘ together.“, he noted and nodded towards the healthy green surrounding your ankles.

Don‘t blush, you told yourself. “Thank you.“, you beamed, “I am worried about my tomatoes, though. They look a bit peaked.“

You pointed to some sad little plants on the end of your veggie patch.

With professional eyes he wandered along the fence to inspect them.

“Oh, yea, they might have had a bit too much sun and not enough water. Don‘t worry, happens to all of us.“, he smiled, “I have some extra starters in my greenhouse. Ya can have a couple if ya like. I always grow more in case bugs get to ‘em.“

“Oh, really?“

“Sure, come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up.“

“Thank you so much!“

“What else have ya got here?“, he now leaned on the fence post, examining the rest of the plants. You listed the few you had.

“Ya might wanna add sugar snap peas. They‘re easy to grow and the yield is really good.“

“Noted! But I might have to wait until next season, I don‘t think I have enough space for any more.“

“Ya can grow ‘em nicely in planters. I can build ya one. It‘s not difficult.“

Your heart did a little jump. “Are you sure it‘s not too much trouble?“

“Neighbors gotta stick together, right?“, he grinned and stood back up, “I‘mma let ya get back to it.“ and he made to leave.

“W-wait!“

He turned back to you.

“One of the grannies in town gave me a bunch of fresh greens and tofu today. My fridge doesn‘t work yet so I‘m worried it’ll go bad. Would you like to join me for dinner?“

He blinked. For a moment you weren‘t sure if you hadn‘t been too forward but then Kita nodded and walked around the fence to your gate. Oh my, somehow the fence had underplayed his handsomeness. As he stood right in front of you, arms tan and taut with lean muscles from a day‘s work and a towel tied around his neck you forgot to talk for a second.

“This way.“, you gestured to the front door.

“Don‘t ya wanna finish up weedin’ first?“

“But…“

“I‘ll help ya.“

“But…“

And he got to work. Of course, his practiced hands got the job done so much faster than you and where you had only managed a fourth of the patch he finished up the rest in no time.

Kita knelt on a seating pillow you had laid out around your coffee table, patiently waiting for you to plate up the hearty stew alongside some grilled tofu and rice. You figured he must be starving after all that hard manual labor. But to your surprise he ate slowly, chewed carefully and seemed to savor the taste.

“It‘s delicious.“, he said and let out a small content sigh, “I usually don‘t have much energy to cook in the evenin’s. This is great, thank ya.“

So he did live alone. How the masses of overzealous grandmothers in town hadn‘t flocked together to feed this man yet was a mystery to you.

In all honesty, Kita didn‘t agree with the people in town who said you were “pretty“. “Pretty“ didn‘t do you justice. He thought you were breathtaking. Because that‘s how he felt when he talked to you for the first time. Like his breath was stuck somewhere in his throat. Your genuine smile when he complimented your cooking now had a permanent place in his mind - framed it hung at the very top where he could always admire it throughout his day. Where his thoughts were usually busy with plans for the following morning or simply quiet, while his hands moved automatically through the water in the fields, they were now interlaced with you. Your twinkling eyes when he told you he would build you a planter, your cute protests when he offered to help you weed that tiny little veggie patch as if it was the most daunting task ever encountered and your voice, bright and lively as you told him about yourself upon his request. His grandmother had told him many stories growing up, about right and wrong, patience, kindness and fate. She told him when two people were meant for each other, their souls would recognize it and be drawn to the other by some unseen force. Back then, young Kita wasn‘t exactly sure what to make of it. It sounded very fantastical and without any data to back it up he thought it was another one of his grandmother‘s folktales. Now he wasn‘t so sure anymore because you were his first and last thought of the day.

He doubted that someone as beautiful and worldly as you would consider him as a match but he was merely glad to know he could be of help and make your life a little easier. After dinner the previous night he had told you he had some business in the city the next day and you could please wait for him at his place in the afternoon to collect your promised tomato starters. He had spent the morning making sure the little plants were in top shape, selecting the very best of the bunch. He was eager to get back home but as per usual, city traffic had other ideas.

Every couple of seconds he glanced at the clock on the truck‘s dashboard, hoping he didn‘t make you wait too long.

When he finally pulled into his driveway he spotted you sitting on his porch, his black and white dog lounging in your lap, getting his ears massaged.

A bundle lay next to you.

The dog‘s tail thwacked on the wooden porch as he approached.

“Ya look comfortable.“ He had meant it to his (guard) dog but somehow it seemed like your full cheeks got a bit of color.

“I hope I haven't kept ya waitin‘.“

“It‘s fine.“, you said simply, “I had great company.“ You petted the dog's head again who let out a happy huff.

Kita grinned and looked towards one of his greenhouses. “I‘ll go grab the tomatoes.“

You were brushing some dog hairs off your pants when he returned. Without meaning to, he searched your hands for an indication of a wedding band but shook his head when he caught himself.

He held out the tray with the starters.

“Thank you so much! They look great. And here.“, you bent down to exchange the tray for the bundle, “Since you said you wouldn‘t accept any money for them I made you dinner instead.“

His eyes widened. “Ya didn‘t have to.“

You shrugged. “I know, but it wouldn‘t feel right otherwise. And it‘s not like it‘s even close to an equal trade once these start producing.“

He was a little disappointed. After all, he had practiced inviting you to have dinner with him his entire drive back, but having more of your cooking was the next best thing, he supposed.

The following morning you found the bundle neatly wrapped on your doorstep, the large square bento box inside had been thoroughly cleaned and a note replaced the food “It was really delicious. Thank you very much. - Kita“.

Your heart stumbled when you stared at the neatly written words and grinning so hard your cheeks started to hurt, you pinned it to a little cork board next to the door.

a/n: thank you so much to @makkir0ll for helping me hatch this ostrich-sized brain egg 🌟

art: coloring done by @keiko-chan

[part 2]

[austeerlitz]

Hetalia OC, Québec (Étienne Beauleau)

Hello, dear hetalia fandom, I'd like to introduce my son, Québec! 🇨🇦⚜️

Basic Information:

His full Human name is Étienne Beauleu, physical age: 27

Languages: Native French (Québécois dialect),English, understands basic latin (switches between French and English when distressed)

Birthday: July 3 (1603)

Romantical relationship with austria

Personality:

Witty, expressive, cold at times and confident | Québec walks into a room like he owns it (not out of arrogance),

He‘s not warm as in the way Canada is, his affection has edges,

Theatrical and sarcastic, but often with a dry bite

He chooses his words like weapons

That coldness isn‘t cruelty, it‘s defense. He‘s been dismissed, misunderstood and ignored too many times

He‘ll protect what he loves with fire and fury

He‘s a natural romantic and poetic, but it‘s icy and dramatic like an opera

listens to classical music like it‘s therapy

He remembers your favorite café order and acts like he doesn’t

Will never say "I love you" directly , but he‘ll look at you like you‘re a cathedral

Backstory:

Québec was born in 1603, the moment France planted it‘s flag along the St. Lawrence River. A colony child, delicate and dreamy, but stubborn as winter. He was France‘s favorite. France raised him like a prodigy, dressed him in lace, taught him manners. made him feel important. He thought he‘d be loved forever.

Then came 1763, France lost the 7 years war and gave Québec to England without a fight. England became his new keeper, cold, foreign, protestant, and entirely unwelcome. Québec rebelled quietly.

In 1867, he became part of the Dominion of Canada, but not by choice. They lived together, side-by-side, but never truly as one.

They 20th Century brought the quiet revolution, Québec fought for modernity, language rights and dignity. Twice (in1980 and 1995), he nearly left Canada. His heart is still torn.

Now he‘s strong, creative and culturally vibrant. But deep down there‘s still a boy, waiting at the docks for France.

Hobbies:

Playing the violin (he can also play any instrument but the violin in his all time favorite) 🎼🎻

Writing poetry

Ice skating

Thrift shopping for old coats (he love dramatic coats)

Reading old french literature

Sitting outside in the snow

Karaoke

Relationships:

🇫🇷: Father, Québec sees him as a father who forgot his birthday for a few century but still taught him how to kiss cheeks like royalty. He still loves him dearly, so does France

🇨🇦: Brother, Is and older brother to Canada and constantly roasts Canada, but if somebody else tries, he‘ll throw hands

🇦🇹: Loves, They bond over classical music, old books and mutual disappointment in everyone else

🇬🇧: hate, England erased his language and stories. If England tries to talk to him he‘ll say "Pardon?" and act like he doesn’t understand English

🇺🇸: Half Brother, they not always get along..

🇯🇵: Friends, they exchange traditional sweets sometimes

🇧🇪: Friends, Belgium thinks he‘s dramatic and that he needs a crossaint

🇪🇸: Close Friends, Spain thinks he‘s like a cat that needs to be cared of

🦅🔲 (Prussia): Close Friends, Oddly understand eachother very well

Nations That like Québec:🇦🇹| 🇫🇷| 🇨🇦| 🇮🇹| 🇪🇸| 🇯🇵| 🇬🇷| 🇧🇪| 🇺🇦| 🇱🇮| 🇵🇹| prussia| sealand| 🇩🇪| 🇺🇸| 🇨🇭| 🇩🇰| 🇫🇮| 🇲🇨 | 🇹🇷

Nations that dislike him: 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 | 🇵🇱 | 🇷🇺 | 🇰🇷 | 🇨🇳 | 🇧🇾 | 🇱🇹 | 🇱🇻 | 🇪🇪 | 🇮🇸 | 🇸🇪 | 🇳🇱 | 🇷🇴 | 🇮🇳 | 🇨🇾 | 🇦🇺

Fun Facts:

Owns three swords, one is from France (a gift), one from England (stolen) and one custom formed

Has an Unfinished Musical, it‘s about the Quiet Revolution. It‘s intense and has like 15 tragic monologues. Austria loves it, France cried and America fell asleep half through it

Keeps a pet raccoon named Maurice, it stealed crossaints and once has bitten Italy once

Bakes absurdly well when stressed

His favorite composer is Debussy

Is banned from Karaoke bars in Montréal

he can‘t drive

Eats snow straight fromn the sky

Refuses to watch American sitcoms

Has the best handwriting of all the nations

Thinks clocks are judgemental

Is banned from three libraries for arguing with history books

[amidnight--dreary]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @zsparz !!!💖

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

166!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

2.013.111. I write when I‘m stressed, can you tell?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly the MCU. Frostiron my beloved 💕 I recently posted a Huskerdust fic, though, and a couple years ago I posted some Good Omens stuff! I have another Good Omens wip brewing, but I haven‘t worked on it in a while.

4. Top five fics by kudos

First one up would be Your Call, a multi-chaptered ABO Frostiron thing that‘s sadly unfinished because I‘m not happy with where it was going somehow. Then Corners of Reality, my baby, Yes or No, Dereliktion and last but not least Vita Nova!

5. Do you respond to comments?

God I try. I’m so bad at it though. On long fics I always answer comments on the last chapter when I post the new one, but I keep forgetting to reply to comments on older chapters or oneshots😭 They all mean the world to me though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohh I wrote a few angsty oneshots but it‘s been a while. Maybe Here, that‘s the most recent one. Of the older ones I remember all my light most clearly. Tony is dead or dying in both of these lol, poor Loki.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I like to think the happiest endings in stories are ones you had to fight for a little bit, so maybe Dereliktion. That was a long ride filled with angst and messed up relationships lol. I think Haywire (my first and so far only Sentinel/Guide fic, I love that trope a lot akfj) also has a pretty fluffy ending, and I have some oneshots that are pretty much all fluff!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally? Just the other day I got another anon ask on here complaining about my recent stories. Makes me extra thankful for everyone who takes the time to tell me they enjoy my stuff!!💖

9. Do you write smut?

I do! Pretty much all the time lol. I love writing Dom/sub relationships!

10. Craziest crossover?

I don‘t think I‘ve ever written one before?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yesss. I‘m not sure if they just didn’t know any better though, they deleted the copied parts as soon as I told them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! I‘m always so happy when that happens!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also yes. One year I did a whole Frostiron Advent calendar with @rabentochter (do you remember this????? How did we have the time??????? Insane) and we wrote a few more collabs beyond that.

14. All time favorite ship?

Frostiron!!!!!!!!!!!! I love my sassy messed up geniuses lol

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhh I‘ve got a few. I‘d like to finish/rewrite Your Call. Once I also had the cracky fever dream of Loki doing random standup comedy shows in New York because he‘d KILL that. Can you imagine the sarcasm. The gallow‘s humor. Anyway I started that and then realized I Cannot Write Standup Routines at all. So there‘s that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

What I like to write the most is character and relationship development, so hopefully I‘m decent at that? Also dialogue, I hope, but that kinda comes and goes depending on the conversation.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I kinda suck thinking of longish plot that goes beyond “will they kiss?? Will they FUCK???” so I’ve been trying to practice that. Also scenes with lots of action😭

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it. I’ve been wanting to write a fic where Tony can properly show off his language skills but I don’t know enough languages to pull that off lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The VERY first was Dracula, back when I was 13 or so. I had a big thing for van Helsing back then. My first fandom on ao3 was Once Upon a Time!!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooohhh. That would be Corners of Reality, because I worked on it for years before I even started posting it and I love how it turned out. It’s a slow burn time travel enemies to friends to almost lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to allies to lovers fic. I had SO much fun writing it I still think about it all the time😭😭

I’m just gonna tag some writers I know are on here: @endlessstairway @xottan @izhunny @arabesqueangel @bouncydragon no pressure though!! And if you see this and you’re a writer please consider yourself tagged!!💖

[sharenadraculea]

I have once again been remembered how much I hate the execution of the story around Ba Sing Se in atla. There are two very interesting plot points here and they were forced to both center around the same city, creating a shit ton of plot holes and I hate it.

So the basic facts about Ba Sing Se are: it‘s name means Impenetrable City, it is the largest city in the world, more of a city state ruled by a monarchy, it is a in-land-city in the earth kingdom and it is protected by massive walls. In the present day there isn’t any fire nation controlled land near it. All pretty cool so far.

The first plot point is of course the Siege of Ba Sing Se. It happend about six years prior to the show, it was led by Iroh -at the time the best general of the fire nation and presumably had access to massive amoubts of ressources-, it lasted for 600 days and there was some amount of figthing, during which Lu Ten was killed, which led to Iroh abandonibg the siege. Due to Atla beeing a kids show for ages 7 and up, there aren‘t many details on the siege shown. The second thing is of course There is no war in Ba Sing Se. For some reason there is a massive conspiracy brainwashing most of the population into believing there is no war going on. This has been presumably going on for decades, maybe even since the start of the war. Ba Sing Se functions normally and like there is no war. City defemses outside the walls are minimal and Ba Sibg Se get‘s taken by four teens within less than a week.

Both of these plot points are very interesting in my opinion! I would love to see some explorationnof them unconstrained by beeing in a show for ages 7+! They just don‘t work if they both happen in the same city!

Sieging a city of that size for that long is pretty much guaranteed to cause a massive death toll, even just from starvation due to beeing unable to import enough food. Now add in death from figthing, diseases and possibly a limited supply of drinkable water and that‘s gonna be a lot of deaths. Which isn‘t something everyone will just forget within less than a decade! Or that a city can recover from so quickly! Like you‘d see the effects of that for decades. And Ba Sing Se beeing shown as basically defenseless and beeing taken so quickly also leaves the question of what did Iroh do for those 600 days? Was the best general of the fire nation just sitting on his ass and doing absolutly nothing?

Like, having Iroh siege a different city would solve the plot holes at the price of having to come up with a name for a second important earth kingdom city and having to think about stuff for a bit longer and some more implied horrors of war. (I personally would even love the option of Iroh‘s siege having suceeded but at the price of a lot of human suffering and also Lu Ten, and him turning sides despite achieving the impossible)

Anyways, early morning rant over, I‘ll go back to writing atla-rewrites in my head

[streatfeild]

i‘ve been tagged by @thethickofitt 100 years ago to do a thing (making my own post pc the original one was getting too long lol)

Last Song: Ryuusei by Mucc

Favourite colour: all of them, preferably at the same time. if i have to choose one i‘ll say (neon) pink.

Currently watching: Naruto (ugh yeah i know), started another Santa Clarita Diet rewatch today bc i miss that show. badly

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: mmmmm savoury

Relationship status: single

Current Obsession: Izumo/Kotetsu (i KNOW), Adam/Fergus, that procreate brush set i bought that i can‘t get enough of

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he also tagged me in a shuffle playlist meme that i‘ll put here as well. just because

Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your mp3 player, iTunes, Spotify, etc. on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then tag 10 people. Rules: No Skipping!

1. Epilogue from Les Mis in Concert

2. Horrible Theme from Dr. Horrible‘s Sing along Blog

3. shi shite katamari by Mucc

4. The Ballad of Sweeney Todd from Sweeney Todd

5. Live and never die by The Rasmus

6. It‘s not unusual by Tom Jones

7. Ragnarok V: End of the line by The Mechanisms

8. All God‘s People by Queen

9. Angels by Robbie Williams

10. Art Hoe by Call me Karizma

Tagging @witchkingofanmar @captains-clever-goose @ktsphere @spineless-lobster @keldermans @jammydormouse @captainsclevergirl @james-wilsons-mommymilkers @darkmistandodddreams @summerpoison and anyone who wants to do either of them 💚

[sabrinasopposite]

things you need to know about me; 💌

hi pookies! i am bored so that‘s why i am telling you some facts about me !!!!!

(if you guys read it- you are genuinely so cool)

1. my nickname is nellie

2. i can speak english, polish and german

3. i have a really unhealthy obsession with superheroes and nerd stuff- i really love marvel, star wars, dc and more.

4. i have a crush on peter parker since i am 3 years old

5. i am a cancer!!!!!!! an emotional bitch!!!!

6. i am a filmbro and love to spend my time on letterboxd

7. my biggest dream is to be an film director but i am studying social pedagogy

8. a lot of people are saying that i look like sabrina carpenter (it‘s feeding my delusions.)

9. i start writing when i was 15 :) but i prefer writing poetries and tragedies (i love romeo & juliet)

10. i have a thing for the first- love trope in super hero stories- i literally forget every time that mj watson is endgame and not gwen stacy

11. speaking of gwen stacy- gwen stacy is my favorite character of all the time. (the ORIGINAL gwen stacy- not spider-gwen)

12. i own a lot of comics

13. my favorite food is pierogi (polish dish)

14. i am 20!!!!!!!

15. i love classic book

16. as u can see in my account- i love sabrina carpenter

17. i met rooney mara!!!!!!!!

18. i am very active on twitter- and then i remember how toxic it is

19. my celebrity crush is tom holland- but i have way too many. i could write a list of it.

20. i love clark kent!!! who would have thought

21. my favorite movie is la la land because i love musicals

22. i have never been in a relationship and i think its for the better

23. my favorite city is london but i really want to visit NYC one day to fullfill my spider-man dream and broadway

24. i have a lot of phobias but the most ironic one is my arachnophobia

25. people call me that i am a sunshine and that i have a gentle and friendly appearance

26. i am a collector- i collect a lot of things which makes my mom mad lol

27. i own a lightsaber of ahsoka tano 😎

28. i really love the 60s fashion and i wish i could wear them more

29. i used to study product design but my teacher sucked so bad that i stopped it immediately

30. if i would be a rom-com then its how you lose a guy in 10 days

[ponytailzuko]

if you stay on sm honestly i‘ll probably follow you for that long tbh (it‘s already been years dang, wait, how old is your blog lol?)

AAA thank you!!!! thats so sweet. i will probably stay on tumblr as long as it exists because it gives me an outlet for my interests where i'm not spamming my friends direct messages. i've been on tumblr before this blog, but this particular one has existed since... 2017 i think? so coming up on 7 years!

[andifittakesmeyears]

I wish for a family (Chapter 7)

(Part 8 of 31 | Part 1 here)

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Diego is back when dinner starts. And - what really surprises Ben - he is not alone. Klaus also comes into the room just as Ben is sitting down. Ben has no idea when he came back, or how, or even why. He didn't expect to ever see Klaus here again. And he certainly didn't expect to see Klaus so beat up.

"What happened?" he asks. What did he take? Where has he been all this time? Why does he look like he died? Is he all right? Maybe he needs a hospital, or-

"Look who's back," Diego murmurs, then immediately falls silent when Dad gives him a scowl.

Which then immediately moves on to Klaus. "Number four," Dad greets him. "Where have you been?"

Klaus snorts, shrugging his shoulders. "It‘s called having fun, you wouldn‘t know it."

Dad keeps a straight face. "You've been neglecting your duties." He sounds even less pleased than he looks.

Klaus grins. "Well, I'm back now." He sits down, and the smile remains, but he doesn't sound happy, nor does he seem so be happy. And when Mom sets a plate in front of him, telling him to enjoy the meal, he just pushes it aside. "Not hungry."

Klaus has been gone far too long, if you ask Ben. Too long to say nothing about it. But no one seems to want to ask him. No one seems interested enough to inquire about his health, and no one welcomes him. Klaus doesn't seem like he's waiting for it, either.

"If you can't behave," Dad says, "then I see no reason for you to sit at the table."

Which, strictly speaking, doesn't seem like a punishment, but Dad has never made anyone get up early, or not voluntarily, so obviously it's meant that way, and it probably won't be the last thing he has to say about the subject either.

Klaus stands up without a word, turns around, and disappears from the room. If you ask Ben, it's sign enough for Klaus' condition, that he doesn't even give a retort. No matter what kind. In any case, it justifies the look Vanya gives him, which Ben can only describe as worried.

For a moment he stays, just to see what the others have to say, but everyone at the table is silent, and so he eventually goes after Klaus again.

Who is sitting on the bed in his room, hanging his head.

"What happened?" he wants to know.

Klaus immediately raises his head, and grins at him. "Hey," he sais far too cheerfully, "don't tell me you've never heard of this thing called knocking?" He laughs. "You really should learn about that, what if I had been naked?"

Somehow Ben preferred it when Klaus had nothing to say back. At least at the table he wasn't pretending to be fine. Which he obviously isn't.

"Klaus, what's wrong?" he persists in his question. Klaus looks like he hasn't slept in days. Or showered. He has way too big bags under his eyes, his hair sticks out messily in all directions and looks like someone has run a hand through it way too many times - Ben tries not to think about who that might have been, or whether Klaus might have been sober - and his clothes don't even look like they are his. They're not colorful, not flashy, and not anything special. Just some jeans and a t-shirt. Klaus last wore something like that voluntarily about probably six years ago.

"Where have you been?"

Klaus laughs. "Did you miss me?"

No. Yes. Maybe. That's not the point. "Klaus!"

"What?" He's still grinning. Then he rolls his eyes. "There's just some annoying ghost that won't leave me alone when he should really be seeking his eternal rest, that's all."

Wa- "That's not funny!" If he still had blood, Klaus would definitely make it boil. Why can't he just accept that someone cares about him? It's really not that hard to comprehend!

But Klaus just laughs, loudly and far too profusely, and lets himself fall backwards onto the bed. He doesn't seem to want to stop. Ben would really like to push him out of bed. Or throw something at him. Honestly. Like, really. But he can't, and somehow it all just makes him that much angrier.

"Can't you take anything seriously for once?!" Because that's how it always is with Klaus. He never takes things seriously. He just ruins everything, and that's all. And it's terrible. It‘s moments like this that he hates Klaus. Really. Especially because he's still laughing, even if it's not that hard anymore, and Ben is really fed up now. Let Klaus do whatever the hell he wants. Let him see how far he gets when no one else is here! If he wants to push away everyone who wants to help him, then let him see what he gets out of it!

Klaus' laughter still echoes in his ears when he finally leaves the house and walks away from the property for the first time without accompanying anyone or looking for Klaus. Maybe he should just do something else entirely. At least until he calms down, and then he can maybe try coming back again. Maybe.

[dhs-in-distress]

Time to rant about an OC I haven‘t touched in 3 years: Angelica, a Villainous fan character. Her story/ backstory is very not barebones, if present at all, but I‘ll talk about it anyway!

So first up is the backstory, which is an all-time classic. Orphan, got experimented on in an eViL underground (literally) facility and eventually broke herself and all the other kids/ teens out, loosing an arm and an eye in the process.

Of course she somehow managed to craft herself a ✨super cool✨ robot arm and eye while homeless (because of course she‘s homeless at the start, a lot of my OCs end up being homeless and I really need to start being more creative…) due to her knack for engineering and ✨science✨.

How did she manage to learn and teach herself so much about this stuff during her time in child-torture-jail? Originally it was because of a particularly empathetic scientist who totally wasn‘t going to turn out to just be Dr. Flug because I wanted a shocking reveal and needless conflict, but that might be a little… much. So idk yet.

8 years of homelessness later she finds an ad to work as a lab assistant for an engineering type guy, but the job would come with „certain stress-inducing factors“. You‘ll never guess who put out that ad! … Anyway, somehow she thinks it‘d be a good idea to apply for this job (in person, because she doesn‘t have a phone or anything of that caliber), and since I had forgotten that the Black Hat HQ is on an island… she just kind of,, goes there.

Flawless logic so far, I know, but it gets better! By some miracle Dr. Flug accepts to have Angelica do one week of test-work to see how she handles the… „stress factors“ (the details aren‘t important right now ok, I‘m just trying to get through this bs).

Long story short, she gets the job, mostly because she‘s been the only one so far the be able to handle the triple threat of the constant complicated stuff near 24/7, the Black Hat induced time crunch and Dementia‘s whole existence. To actually be formally employed and get paid she does however need to make a soul pact with Black Hat, because, like, it‘s Black Hat, what else would you expect him to do.

Alright, so far this was just a summary of the old-ass fic, I‘ll need to do a reblog with the actual rambles later cause I need to /sigh/ wash my hair

[12lovestyles94]

dear diary,

idk but you, but i actually can‘t read fanfiction anymore or anything on wattpad.

i‘ve been using wattpad for 6 years now and the time has finally come. i‘m thinking about deleting wattpad (and tumblr [but tumblr is like my diary ngl])

i‘m finishing highschool in 2 months and i‘m gonna do my abitur then (idk what abitur is in english 😭) so i‘m really trying to focus on that and i can‘t do that if i‘m on my phone 24/7

so maybe it‘s a good bye but maybe not

i guess we‘ll never know.

buuut i‘m definitely saying goodbye to wattpad 💀💀💀 i physically can’t read shit on that anymore

[kmjiscos]

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[hydrangeawise]

It‘s been a good while since I‘ve been Shokei Shoujo posting, BUT with the release date over a week behind us and the first wave of desperation and frustration out of the way*, I‘m happy to announce that Vol. 7 of my favourite girls is on the way to me. Finally. It‘s been ages. I‘m so so ready to screech about fantastic worldbuilding and feral girls again!

*for those who have been there as well, waiting over half a year to finally get to hold Vol. 5 in my hands even though I had pre-ordered it and all has left a big impression. A Big Impression.

[brainrotarchive]

honey… I didn‘t mean literal DAYS I‘ve been in this mess since I was 14 years old and I‘m now a 21 year old History major (yes, I watch the time travelling episodes with a fond smile shaking my head). I haven‘t known peace in 7 years. I write essays arguing about masculinity in medieval times and I‘m like yea that‘s so Dean coded. I have a real girl job and in my mind it‘s just spn scenes playing on loop. I‘m the mental health equivalent of mystery spot.

the term fandom is so misleading because with supernatural I‘m not a fan, I‘m an addict, a victim if you will. no matter how hard I try that shit show gripped me tight and pulled me into perdition and my sanity is on a hunting trip and hasn‘t been home in a few days.