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prompthaven · 10 months ago
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inbox game for fanfic writers 📨🖊️
when did you first start writing?
what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
do you ever read your own writing for fun?
if you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?
do you prefer writing longer or shorter works?
do you have a “guilty pleasure” (trope, character, au etc.) to read or write?
what is your favourite thing that you’ve ever written?
tell us the titles of your three favourite works in progress.
which app do you use to write?
what is your most favourite character to write about and why?
what is your least favourite character to write about and why?
do you read a lot of fanfiction?
how do you shake burnout or writer’s block?
do you write smut? if yes, would you ever stop? if no, would you ever consider it?
are there any works you’ve written that you personally dislike?
when do you think you’ll stop writing fanfiction?
how many wips do you have right now?
name three fic writers you personally like to read from or are inspired by.
do you proofread your writing before you post it?
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alchemistc · 7 months ago
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for the intimacy prompts, it's buck & tommy so of course gotta go with #7 kissing scars or #50 patching up a wound or whichever other prompt sparks joy for u <3
Buck's late. Holy shit he is so late. He'd promised Maddie he'd be at the house like, half an hour ago, but he'd gotten caught up in a conversation with Jana from B shift on his way out the door and it'd been just enough time to cause an extra half hour backup on the highway that had clogged up all his usual back road routes, too.
With this in mind, he's rushing as he parks the Jeep, barely paying any attention as he shoves his door closed and practically sprints up the walkway.
And of course, of course, he's jittery, rushing, so it takes him three tries to get the key in the lock, and by the time he swings the door open with apologies on his lips, he sort of wants the floor to just swallow him up.
There's no Maddie. There's no Maddie or Chim, who would definitely be standing in the entryway giving him shit for somehow ending their shifts at the same time and still managing to be late.
All there is is the faint sound of voices coming from down the hallway, so he follows those until he catches the light leaking out from the open door of the bathroom.
As he nears, the voices become a little clearer. Jee says something, too soft for Buck to catch, a little strain in her voice he's vaguely concerned about until the other voice responds, in a familiar cadence that has Buck stopping dead in his tracks for half a heartbeat before he remembers - crap, he'd invited Tommy over, too, when it became clear it was the only 'free' night they'd have for like, six days, and now not only is he late to babysit his own niece but he's left Tommy the task of sending Maddie and Chim off on their date.
Buck ignores the little skip of his heartbeat at the idea that Maddie and Chim had felt comfortable just ... leaving Jee in Tommy's hands. That's a dumb train of thought - Chim knows Tommy, and Maddie hasn't made a secret of how much she likes Tommy, too, there's no reason to get gooey about it.
"...and viola!" comes Tommy's exclamation, and in the bathroom, Jee giggles. He must be making a face, or doing some gesturing. Jee's a little obsessed with Tommy, still, just as enchanted as Buck by the way his focus is always so intent when she's telling him something, by the way he's always got a follow up question, by the way he's not remotely afraid to dissolve into giggles with her.
"Now you!" Jee exclaims, and Buck knocks on the doorframe, tilts his head in to get the scope of things. Jee's up on the counter, legs kicking, a bright orange bandage on her knee and the box in her hand being brandished in Tommy's face where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. There's a tube of Neosporin open next to her, and some bloody paper towels in the trash, but Tommy and Jee both glance up at him with smiles on their faces.
"Hi Jee," Buck says, and Jee waves, in that weird age where she'll be talking a mile a minute and then go completely mute for like twenty minutes until she's had time to process something. She kicks at the cabinet below her and shakes the box of Band-Aids at Tommy's head, and Buck gets the message. "Hi, Tommy."
Something soft and quiet passes between them. Buck's trying to be cool about this relationship, but there are times where the comparisons start to rattle around in his brain, a bit, and he's - it's never felt like this. He can't imagine Chim and Maddie even feeling comfortable enough to leave Jee alone with Natalia or Taylor, let alone actually asking them to join him for an evening of Bluey and hotdog Mac and Cheese. And it's - maybe he's just older, more settled in his bones. Maybe the secret sauce is those relationships not working out, so that Buck knew exactly what he was looking for, and what he wasn't. He's grateful for that, but mostly he thinks it's just Tommy - how steady he is, how grounded, how one look from Tommy can ease a days worth of worries crawling under Buck's skin.
"Sixty words a minute for the last forty-five and suddenly you don't wanna talk to your Uncle Buck?" Tommy teases, massive hand curling around the bottom of Jee's foot to shake her leg, and Jee giggles and ducks, arms crossing and head shaking 'no' as she presses her heel into Tommy's palm and nearly launches herself into the mirror behind her. Buck slides a hand behind her head to steady her - clearly she's a little accident prone today, and he's not particularly in the mood for a visit to the hospital this evening.
The movement brings him close enough for Tommy to touch, and he wraps his free hand around Buck's calf, squeezing for a moment before he uses it as leverage to lift himself off the bathroom floor. This bathroom isn't nearly large enough for two grown ass men standing shoulder to shoulder, they barely fit toe to toe.
"Hi," Buck says, when Tommy comes level with him, chests brushing and a familiar fond look in his eye.
"Hi," he repeats, grin going wide, and next to them Jee squirms and grabs at both their arms.
"No kiss!"
Buck tilts his head, and Tommy mirrors it, brow raised. "You heard the lady," he admonishes in a wry tone when Buck's gaze darts immediately for his lips.
This doesn't seem to satisfy Jee-Yun, who leans forward to smack at Tommy's wrist. "No, kiss!"
The change in tone is enough for both of them to glance down at her. She's pointing at her bandaged knee, which makes a lot more sense. Shed spent the last 118 barbeque demanding every couple in her immediate eyeline kiss for her entertainment, like an extremely cute fork against a champagne glass.
Buck's not thinking about weddings, though. He's not.
(He absolutely is, but at least he and Tommy have, like, talked about it. In vague hypotheticals, but... still.)
Jee slaps her knee for emphasis.
Clearly whatever she did hadn't injured her too badly, but there is a rule. You bandage something, you gotta kiss it better.
Tommy eyes the distance back to the floor like he's eighty years old, not a fit forty, so Buck makes it easier on all of them by squeezing in and swinging Jee over his shoulders, her legs fucking pinwheeling enough to force Tommy to duck as her breathless giggles fill the echoing tiles of the bathroom. Settled onto Buck's shoulders, Jee digs her fingers into Buck's hair, and Tommy leans in and makes an exaggerated smacking noise as he presses his lips to her bandage.
She shifts her weight, pleased, and tugs hard on Buck's ear. "Okay, now kiss," she demands, and Tommy snorts with laughter as he leans in.
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gayhoediaz · 10 months ago
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bucktommy + “come back to bed”
“Come back to bed.” Still half asleep, Buck’s morning voice is so thick, so rough that he nearly sounds sick, even to his own ears. “Too early,” he adds after clearing his throat, bullying the side of his face deeper into his boyfriend’s soft pillow.
Tommy chuckles from somewhere in the room, the sound just as soothing as the faint, sound of rare drops of rain tapping against the bedroom window.
“I was gonna make you breakfast,” Tommy tells him, a large hand sliding into his hair, combing it back towards the pillow.
“Really?” Buck blinks his eyes open, taking in the view of Tommy towering over him, eyes warm, a wide, close-mouthed - fond - smile on his face.
“Mhm,” Tommy hums, trailing his hand down the side of Buck’s face as he rolls over onto his back, casually allowing his eyes to drift up and down his body, appreciating his bare chest before they settle back on his face. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night,” Tommy says, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re sweet,” Buck hums, happiness fluttering in his stomach as he catches Tommy’s hand in his own.
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renmackree · 1 month ago
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#20 Sterek
send a ship and a number, get a kiss || Open
20. ... on a scar
Stiles shivered as Derek dragged his claws over his bare skin, the hand making its way from his tailbone to nape and back to tailbone.
"You know that tickles right?"
"Tell me to stop then." Derek's voice rumbled as he continued to trace designs and patterns down Stiles' skin with the tip of the claws, pausing as he brushed over a scar. "What's this one?"
"That one's from Jackson's claws."
Derek paused his exploration, the claws suddenly disappearing and replaced with flat beds of his human fingers. Stiles turned back to see his face was human again - eyebrows and all.
"Why'd you shift back?" Stiles asked, turning so they were face to face again. He could see Derek was fighting with something in his head, he always took on a deep furrowed brow when he was trying to grapple with his insecurities.
"It's better this way."
"For who? Wendy the HOA representative? I'm here on a Supermoon with a werewolf, it's easier for you to let it out. That's what you said right?"
Derek didn't answer but Stiles could see he was both embarrassed and nervous about something. He didn't give the wolf a chance to think, just leaned down and pressed a kiss against Derek's nose.
"If you're really wanting to feel guilty about a scar, you can kiss the one right here -" Stiles put his hand on his head right above his temple where his hair barely grew. "Erica slammed me pretty hard with my car part and that was your fault. You should have told her to be gentle."
Derek chuckled softly and leaned up to press a kiss on the area Stiles pointed out. "Any other places you need kissed?"
"Oh I can think of a few."
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rainbowdelicsunshine · 1 year ago
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Please go into my inbox to psycho-analyze me like one of those long video essays about cartoons and tv shows....
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sephirthoughts · 12 days ago
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For the four headcanon’s ask. Could I please request 🌈 Tseng 🌈
AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT MY BABE! no one asks me about him even though i love him so much 😭 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
[this ask game]
Headcanon A:  realistic
Tseng is a Daoist who doesn't really believe in ontological evil or black and white morality, per se, so he has been able to accept the heinous things shinra makes him do, as part of his path. death and destruction are also elements in maintaining balance, after all.
but shinra are reallllllly starting to push it
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
tseng is the biggest vincent valentine fangirl on the planet and knows literally everything about him and secretly runs a Turk Vincent Valentine fan forum and very successful fan blog, under the name Vincent'sValentine. when vincent appeared, alive, during the events of rebirth, tseng almost snapped and left shinra to follow him. almost. he's still thinking about it actually
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
he still hears zack's voice, sometimes, when he's in places with a lot of people, and he catches himself whipping around, heart pounding, expecting to see that face, smiling at him all bright-eyed and hopeful. sometimes he does see it, is the problem. in crowds or across a busy street, always just a little too far for him to get there, before it has vanished into thin air. those days are what the bottle of whiskey in his desk drawer is for
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
tseng and the turks have always had multiple failsafe systems in place to eliminate president shinra in the event that he went too mega-villain and endangered the lives of their own people. fortunately sephiroth took care of that for them.
rufus better watch his step
thank you for the asks! my revenge shall be swift!! 🖤
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redd956 · 1 year ago
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Random Questions Ask Game
📸 - What's one of your favorite photos in your phone?
🐈 - If you had to pick, cat or dog?
🔮 - What's a paranormal or scary encounter you've had?
☠️ - What's one of your most controversial ships you like?
✨️- What's an article of clothing essential to your IRL character design?
🍙 - What's a food you've always wanted to try?
💎 - If you could steal anything without consequence, what would you take?
🧨 - You get to destroy a company. Which one and why?
🤩 - What's an unpopular thing you find attractive?
💗 - Name an accent you love to hear
💣 - Hot weather or cold weather?
🎵 - Do you play any instruments?
🍎 - What brought you to tumblr?
🍔 - What's a food you don't like/eat, but it still looks appetizing?
🌷 - How many languages do you know?
🌍 - Have you been in any natural disasters or major weather events before?
🎊 - What was the last thing you celebrated?
🍉 - You're transformed into your favorite blorbo. On a scale of 1 to 10, how screwed are you.
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eevylynn · 1 month ago
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ooo for the kiss ask game - sterek with some #9. …in public. 😘
Send Me a Ship, I'll Write a Kiss
Sterek || 9. ...in public
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It wasn’t Stiles’ fault he forgot their relationship was still a secret from the pack.
He was just so damn relieved. Derek had not only survived going up against Deucalion at his weakest but had also regained his alpha spark—because of course he had. Derek was amazing like that. Stiles didn’t care who else was there.
The second he saw his exhausted boyfriend, Stiles ran straight to him. He threw his arms over Derek’s broad shoulders and planted a kiss on him right then and there.
Derek didn’t disappoint. His thick arms wrapped around Stiles, pulling him flush against his chest as he tilted his head and opened his mouth to Stiles.
They got lost in it—licking, nipping, breathing each other in. Everything else melted away.
Until someone cleared their throat behind them.
They broke apart, turning as one to face the group.
The pack stood scattered in various states of battered dishevelment as they stared at the pair in front of them. The Sheriff looked annoyed, but resigned. To his left, Scott was standing there completely gobsmacked.
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bassettmemes · 1 year ago
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Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)
meme created by @noshxme and reposted with permission.
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groovitrons · 8 months ago
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Tell me your opinion or hot take on something, and I will respond with whether or not I agree and why.
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alchemistc · 7 months ago
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Oh, those prompts are so good! If you’re inspired, either 21. listening to someone’s heartbeat or 23. wearing someone’s clothes for Buck/Tommy? Thank you!
He's so fucking tired, is the thing. He's tired, and he's cranky, and this shift had taken ages to end, so when he sees the slash of bright bright blue bleeding out of his duffle and knows immediately what it is, something soft and achy blooms in his chest, and he ignores the subtle eyebrow from Lucy when he pulls it out.
The problem is she's seen Evan in this sweatshirt, less than a week ago when he'd dragged everyone out to trivia, when they'd all been well rested and happy to pepper Evan with stories about Tommy and the more sedate hijinks that Harbor station gets up to. Tommy ignores her look and shrugs it over his shoulders, dragging his head through the neck hole and not minding too much when the hood goes crooked, half stuck in his hair as he gets a wash of pleasant smells - Evan's aftershave, the detergent he uses, a hint of musk, Christ, he'd tucked it in to Tommy's bag unwashed like he knew exactly how much Tommy would want that.
Tommy does his level best not to look like he's huffing glue as he adjusts the hood around the back of his neck.
Donato bites her lip. Sighs, heavily. "Did you steal that, or are you guys in the part of the courting ritual where you do this exhausting shit on purpose just to point out how single the rest of us are?"
Tommy sends a half-hearted glare her way, gets another whiff of aftershave and tries his absolute hardest not to sigh like a lovelorn idiot. He's maybe half successful.
"You are choosing to be single. You have a great guy who'd absolutely love to lock you down, Donato." Tommy stuffs his hands into the front pocket and cocks a hip, and Donato frowns.
"He likes me too much. Don't trust it."
His huff of laughter cuts through the quiet of the locker room. "Hate to break it to you, Luce, but you kinda gotta open yourself up to the possibility of someone enjoying your company, if you want a glimpse at annoying, exhausting, stupid relationship shit."
"I'm trying to mock you, not get relationship advice from your domestically blissed ass."
It's not the first time someone has pointed out Tommy's supposed blissful status, but his body and his mind are so fucking tired and there are apparently, if Evan's last text is to be believed, a couple good cuts of steak seasoned and waiting for Tommy to fire up the grill at home. Which means there is also a man waiting for him there, too, a man with seemingly limitless energy and pockets of technically useless information, a man with silver-cast blue eyes and a birthmark over his brow that Tommy wants to bite every time he catches a glimpse of it out of the corner or his eye, a man he'd given his spare key months too soon just because he liked the idea of coming home to him, liked the idea of him creeping in while Tommy was passed out across his bed or shifting tools around in his garage or -
"Ugh. Gross. I'm leaving, now, tell Buck I said hi."
Tommy isn't actually sure he's going to do that, because he's just realized something that takes precedent, and no offense to Lucy, but she's already wormed her way into one of Evan's defining relationship moments and he's not giving her this one.
He waves her off and shoots Evan a text to let him know he's on his way.
Going home right away doesn't feel right, actually, now that he's thinking about it. He should get flowers, or - maybe learn a foreign language. How much Spanish have Christopher and Eddie taught Evan? Does Jee have some event he could crash?
(Tommy would like to point out that while he hasn't quite said it in words, he's not exactly upset about the way he and Evan are maybe a little batshit insane about each other. If Evan doesn't have any complaints, he's not going to put a damper on it, either.)
The drive home gives him enough time to talk himself down from hiring a skywriter, his cab awash in the scent of the armor-all Evan had spilled in it last week when he got distracted from 'helping' Tommy clean, the hints of scent from the hoodie that's maybe a little tight around the shoulders but still a perfect fit. For him. For Tommy.
Fuck. He should at least get the flowers.
Tommy makes himself keep driving. He's delirious with exhaustion, actually, that's why he keeps overthinking this, there's a steak dinner and a beautiful man waiting for him at home and Evan had probably gotten flowers at the market anyway. Because he does that, constantly, to the point that Tommy had run out of vases to keep them all in.
Tommy sits in the cab once he pulls in and tries hard not to romanticize the idea of Evan's Jeep looking right at home in the spot next to his.
Evan greets him at the door with a wide grin, a spoon in one hand, the other held under it to keep from spilling. "Taste," he says as a greeting, and Tommy opens his mouth more for the pleasure of seeing Evan's eyes light than any expectation for what's being put there.
Cucumber, vinegar, dill - he moans around the mouthful and barely chews before he swallows, suddenly intent to get his mouth on Evan's mouth. His duffle lands in the entryway with a thunk and he gets two hands into the hem of Evan's shirt, intent on tugging him in. "Hi," he says, and swallows whatever greeting Evan tries to return.
When they come up for air Tommy's pulse is racing, Evan is breathing heavily, and he's pretty sure there is a spoon tucked into his back pocket, left there when Evan slung his arm back to get a handful of Tommy's ass.
"Hi," he says, finally, eyes lingering on the neckline of the jacket he'd snuck into Tommy's bag.
The significance of the moment finally catches up to Tommy - the memory something Tommy sometimes falls back on when he gets too in his head about where this is going - stumbling through the emergency room doors with the leers of exhausted firefighters echoing in his ears, Evan a vision in blue (this blue) barely letting him get an apology out before trying to eat his face off in front of three amused nurses.
"Hey," Tommy says, feeling the day just slough off of him. His left hand has tucked itself neatly between Evan's impressive pectorals, and he contemplates, for a moment, just saying fuck it to the steaks and shoving him back until he can press Evan to his sheets, blanket himself atop him, press his cheek there instead of his hand and listen to the steady beat.
Evan blinks back at him, his eyes doing something unbearably sweet, and Tommy has to tell him, he really, absolutely does, only -
"I'm in love with you," Evan says, laughing a little breathlessly once the words are out, hands pressing in at Tommy's waist, a sort of wondrous expression leaking in around his smile lines.
Tommy should maybe feel like the wind has been ripped from his sails, but the fever-pitch beat of his heart won't let him.
"Y-you don't have to, like, say it back. I just. God I like you so much but I'm also - I love you," he repeats, or amends, or - there's something settled, in his expression, like just saying it was enough, like he doesn't expect Tommy to feel the same.
Tommy waits a beat. Slides the hand on his chest up over the rasp of his end-of-day stubble, thumbing the crook of his chin, fingers dancing over his cheekbone. "Evan," he says, sounding a little breathless, which should be embarrassing but Tommy doesn't care, and Evan's gaze catches and holds as he waits for whatever Tommy has to say next
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gayhoediaz · 10 months ago
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bucktommy + “you wanna come over later?”
“You wanna come over later?”
With a hand on his waist, Evan says the words with a smile and eyes so bright that Tommy thinks his mouth goes dry - only emphasized by the fact that they’re… standing in the middle of his station, the one-eighteen gathered all around, clearly trying not to pay attention - but they’re not fooling anyone.
Tommy had only come by to return a jacket Eddie left in his helicopter during their Vegas trip, he really hadn’t meant to do… this at all. They haven’t been seeing each other that long, and it’s the first time Evan is with a man - the last thing Tommy would ever want to do is push.
“I mean…” Evan starts to go sheepish when Tommy apparently takes too long to answer, his hand disappearing from his waist. “…unless you have other plans, I-“ Tommy cuts him off by catching his hand in his own before he’s able to rip it too far out of his reach.
“Yes,” he says, chest blooming with warmth when Evan ducks his head, grinning, returning the squeeze Tommy gives his hand. “But you, uh…” he says, then, not taking his eyes off of Evan’s. “…know everyone’s watching, right?”
“I don’t care,” Evan says. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week. Kiss me.”
And of course - Tommy does.
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renmackree · 1 month ago
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27…as a suggestion for the kiss game. Derek ship of your choice!
send a ship and a number, get a kiss || Open
27. …as a suggestion
"Truth."
"Boring!" Stiles called out as Kira spoke. "I thought the game was called 'Truth or Dare', not 'Only Stiles picks Dare because everyone is a scaredy wolf'."
It had been the third truth in a row and no one was asking any good questions. Everything was all PG things he knew from just stalking their Facebook profiles - even the dares were something you'd see in a teeny bop romance movie.
"She doesn't need to pick a Dare, Stiles." Scott warned, but Kira sat up a little straighter on the couch.
"No, I change my answer. Dare."
Erica shot Stiles a look of thanks and leaned forward. "Take off Scott's shirt with your teeth."
The crowd oo'd and Kira's face flushed as she leaned down and began awkwardly taking Scott's shirt off. It didn't take long until she had taken the white t-shirt off and spat it onto the floor. Stiles could see Scott's ears turning pink and knew at least he was having a good time too.
Kira reached over and spun the bottle, watching as it landed on Stiles. "Oh, Stiles. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare. Naturally."
Kira looked over to Erica, cocking her head as if she was asking a question. Erica nodded and Kira turned back to Stiles. "I dare you to kiss the next person to walk through the door."
Stiles snorted, looking around the room. Everyone who had said they were going to be here was here. The next person to walk through the door would either be Jackson (big nope since that little lizard was still slithering somewhere in London still) or Derek and there was no way in hell Derek was going to just show up without-
The door opened and Derek walked in, eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a deep frown. "Isaac, why did you text me 911?"
Stiles whipped his head over to see Erica, Isaac, and Boyd trying (and failing) to hide shit eating grins on their faces.
Oh Stiles was going to fucking murder them.
"Stiles are you a Scaredy Wolf?" Boyd asked as he motioned to Derek. "It's called 'Truth or Dare' not 'Stiles chickens out'."
He narrowed his eyes at Boyd, pushing up from the armchair so he could saunter his way to where Derek was standing confused. This was it, this was how everything ended.
"Hey honey bee," Stiles crooned, kissing Derek on his lips firmly. Derek's arm wrapped around him tightly, pulling him closer before breaking the kiss.
"Hi, Wildflower. What's the emergency?"
Stiles wished he had a camera for their faces.
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rainbowdelicsunshine · 5 months ago
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Heya Guys, I got a pretty fun idea for an inbox game/prompt for you guys to send over to me:
How would I and the 9 Mercs from TF2 get along? How would our dynamics be? Are some of us friends, acquaintances, crush, Hell, Maybe even see me as family? (I esp wanna learn this with how me and Spy would get along specifically)
Please please PLEASE send these in I'm BEGGING to know, I NEED to know!
Hope to see what y'all can come up with!!
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sephirthoughts · 2 months ago
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🧡🖤💕
(from this ask game) BWAAHAHAHA
i'm doing FF7 cause you didn't say i couldn't
🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?
If there's any lore theory I fundamentally disagree with, it's probably not all that serious a theory. I tend to take lore with a grain of salt, because it's a video game series made by a ton of people over many years, and soemtimes things have to change and be retconned. I like to know my stuff and be accurate, but that's because it helps ground me concretely in the story world, for when i write.
Mostly, my disagreements come from people misreading characters and creating a whole fanon misrepresentation of them and then spreading that fanon as if it's actual canon, and tainting the general perception of a character for people who don't know better. This does not apply to headacanons, obvious OOC, crack, and jokes. I don't care what people want to imagine with the dollies we're all sharing. Let's just have funsies.
🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?
(fucking strap in because i wrote way more than i intended to)
Lucrecia Crescent.
All I see in fandom is her getting painted as this benevolent holy mother who would have been a warm and wonderful and nurturing caretaker to Sephiroth, if only that bad bad man Hojo hadn't ruined everything.
To quote Benjamin Franklin: Fuck off with that.
There is nothing NOTHING in canon to suggest Lucrecia would have been a warm and nurturing mother, aside from her being a woman. That is misogyny (yes, it's still misogyny even if you personally think a stereotype is positive). We also have Sephiroth's 100% delusional fantasy ideal of a "mother," which is all in his imagination constructed from a single photograph and his childlike desires.
The rest is baseless presumption.
HOWEVER. When i say she'd not be the idealized holy mother character that Vincent, Sephiroth, and fandom want her to be, it's not a criticism of her. It's a criticism of the role being projected onto her by Vincent, Sephiroth, and fandom.
Things that are canon facts:
Lucrecia was a scientist. Not just a scientist, a brilliant, dedicated, highly motivated scientist. She LOVED her work. She was competitive and passionate to the point of being obsessive. Anyone who has known any brilliant scientists can tell you, this is pretty much the standard personality type among those who succeed in any meaningful way.
She was never ever shown to be the happy hausfrau type. Lucrecia's character was marked by her determination and drive, not her motherliness. She was friendly with Vincent and she wasn't a total monster, that's all.
Assuming that a woman scientist would have the inclination to abandon her life's purpose and turn into a nuture-dispenser, just because she gave birth, is the kind of misogynist bullshit I thought we'd moved past back in the 1990s. The FF7 game devs are absolutely misogynists (love you devs but yes you are) but that's a whole separate dissertation. We in fandoms have no excuse for this type of 1950s gender-role presumption.
Lucrecia may very well have adored her child. That's certainly likely. Would that make her a good mother? Highly unlikely.
Before we go any further, there is one thing that i need to make sure we are abundantly clear on:
NOT BEING A WONDERFUL MOTHER IS NOT A CHARACTER FLAW, NOR IS IT A MORAL FAILING
Motherhood is not the end-all be-all of feminine existence, nor should it be. Some brains are not built for parenthood, and these brains often tend to be the ones built for science. No one faults brilliant male scientists for being distant and distracted, neglecting their family life in pursuit of their work, and not being good at affection/nurturing. No one should fault Lucrecia for it, either.
Lucrecia Cresent would not have been a good mother, and that is ok. She is allowed to be single-mindedly dedicated to science, at the cost of her relationship with her son—much like her mentor Grimoire Valentine—which she certainly would have been, based on every single thing we know about her.
Fact: Lucrecia made the choice to experiment on her own fetus, in vitro. That takes balls. Lady balls. It also takes a level of scientific detachment and objectivity that crosses over into callousness. Her pursuit of her work is the most important thing, to her. The risk to her unborn infant is a price she's willing to pay at first.
After Hojo kills Vincent and reveals his true colors as a monstrous bastard, she certainly questions her decisions. As the baby grows and her delivery date nears, she starts to feel more connected to it and starts to regret her choices. These are very normal reactions and do not change her character fundamentally. She's not a moustache twirling villain, she's just a human and a scientist.
Only when the baby is taken away, and she realizes she's basically being imprisoned by a madman, does she seriously begin to show concrete character growth.
She is racked by remorse and genuinely tries her best to unfuck the ratfuck she caused. She makes a MASSIVE scientific breakthrough, finally realizing the goal of Grimoire's research. Unfortunately, it's far too late, and only makes everything worse.
BUT what does she do then?
She does NOT stay and suffer with Vincent. She does NOT go in search of her SON. She gives up and tries to commit suicide (she can't kill herself because of Jenova for some reason, so she winds up running off to become a very lovely statue) because she can no longer face the overwhelming guilt of the suffering her choices caused.
That is an understandable and human and inherently selfish decision. One could say it was a fluke born of desperation at the end of her rope, but if we look at the whole situation objectively, she has made nothing but inherently selfish decisions, all the way down.
Does that make her a bad person? I don't think so. "Bad" in the moral sense is a subjective judgement, that is ultimately irrelevant in this particular case. Selfishness is human.
What is relevant is that it doesn't make her a bad character. In fact, it makes her a far better, more nuanced, real, three-dimensional, deeply compelling character, than she seems to be when she's being beatified in fandom or sexist-stereotyped by the game devs.
TLDR: Lucrecia does not get a free pass from me for participating in highly unethical and wildly inhumane genetic experimentation on human beings, including her own child, just because she regretted it later. But she doesn't get a villain stamp for being a person unsuited to the traditionally constructed role of "good mother" either.
And she CERTAINLY doesn't get stuffed into the holy refrigerator to be a serenely smiling icon of virtue and perfect love, just because she happens to have ovaries, but would also be far too old to be viable as a reproductive machine, and thus must elegantly and gracefully exit the stage, so that the involved male can move to greener pastures. Except oopsie-doopsie that's exactly what the game devs did.
💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?
WEISS/NERO MY BABIES
it's only unpopular because most people didn't play Dirge and don't know who Nero and Weiss are, and also there are a lot of cowards who don't like gay incest ships, even when they are 100% canonical, like this one.
square enix bestowed this brocon shipcest gift upon us, and it is our duty to appreciate it, by producing as much smut about it as we can
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thank you for the ask!!! i'm coming over there to see if you answered mine BEWARE!!!
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goremojiz · 4 months ago
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Hey, btw im accepting any and all trick or treaters in my inbox this month, but ONLY if u give me a description of what imaginary costume you're wearing
It'll be a game. If you say trick or treat and describe your imaginary costume, I'll flip a coin for a trick or a treat, treat = drawing, trick = anything else i desire
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Happy october
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