#NONE of this is inspired by ANYONE i am friends with btw

[sage-nebula]

Time for some hot takes™ about Sonic because it's been rotating in my mind since yesterday's bumblekast, and I'm hungry so it's an apt time to make a poor decision by posting unfiltered thoughts on tumblr (albeit unrebloggable because I might be hungry, but I'm not stupid).

The whole discourse over Sonic not killing his enemies is so mind-boggling to me on so many levels, both from the "why do you want him to take the easy way out" level, to the "it's really not that deep, he's a very easy to understand character so it's very obvious why Sega sees him this way" level, and also the, "the IDW comics have every single issue's script OK'd by Sega SEVERAL times before the issue goes to print, you can't say 'this isn't Sega's Sonic' because it IS Sega's Sonic, as in, the Sonic that Sega is putting forth right now at this very moment in time" level.

On the first level — maybe this is just because I grew up in the police state that is the United States, or maybe it's because I'm a naturally assertive-borderline-aggressive person, but to me, punishing a person for doing something heinous—whether it's punishment via incarceration or punishment via death—really is the easy choice to make. Like if I hear that someone has beaten a child to death, my first instinct is to want to beat that person to death with a baseball bat, or at least put them in a dark room to suffer for the rest of their lives. Does this make me a horrible person? Well, debatable—but regardless, my first instinct when I hear that someone has done something heinous is to want to punish them. I want to make them hurt, just as badly as they made that innocent person hurt.

And like, that's easy. I feel like for most people, that's the instinct, right? You do something wrong, you get punished. Only the social science says that this doesn't actually benefit society in any way. Incarceration is NOT effective at making society safer. The death penalty certainly isn't, especially when it comes to the fact that there are people who are sentenced who weren't guilty of the crimes they were convicted of. We know these things, and yet, the first instinct for many of us is still, "go to jail forever" or "die" when we hear about something like a man raping and murdering children.

So for me personally, on a logical level I totally understand why prison abolition is important, I'm against the death penalty, etc. But emotionally it can be so hard to not want to say, "except for . . ." because again, there are people who do truly heinous things. But if you are for prison abolition, or the abolition of the death penalty, you can't have an "except for." Either all people deserve civil liberties, or they don't. This isn't a thing you can go halvsies on. Because when you start drawing lines, then people start finding ways to finagle it so that the people they don't like cross those lines. Systemic racism, and how that is reflected in the American prison system, is a great example of this.

So to say, "well Eggman will obviously never get better and so Sonic shouldn't give him any more chances and should just kill him" — you're basically, imo, wanting Sonic to take the easy way out. Because it's SO EASY to just want to one-and-done it. It's SO EASY to say, "well he never will change, so why bother giving chances?" But the thing that's actually hard is saying, I know that he probably isn't going to change. I know that we'll have to teach this old man this lesson over, and over, and over again. But he's still a living person. And living people deserve freedom. So I'm going to give him that freedom, over and over. And I'll beat his ass when he uses that freedom to try to take over the world again, but I'll still give him that option. Because he's a person, and people deserve freedom, full stop.

Which brings us to level two, which is, Sonic stands for freedom in all forms, that is his BIGGEST thing. Like yeah, he's snarky and he cares about his friends and he likes to have a good time. But one of the driving points of his character from the very beginning is that he hates oppression in all forms. This is why he fights Eggman. Don't get me wrong, the fights are fun! But even if they weren't fun—even when he's very clearly not having a good time, like during the Metal Virus arc in the IDW comics—he still does it because he hates oppression and he wants everyone to be free. Free to do good, free to do bad—that's not his call to make for anyone else. His call is, "you're free to do what you want," and all the consequences that come with it.

Now of course, sometimes these consequences aren't good. Again, he has to teach Eggman the same lesson like a hundred times. Surge makes it clear she won't rest until he's dead. Metal Sonic won't override his programming to turn against Eggman any time soon. The Zeti will try to kill everyone if they come back, etc. The thing is, Sonic isn't saying, "my way is definitely the right way." The fact is, there ISN'T a universally right answer to this question, but even if there was, Sonic wouldn't be concerned with it. It's in numerous theme songs over and over again, but he thinks "it doesn't matter what is wrong and what is right," in terms of, whether people agree with his actions or not. This is why he's unbothered that Surge takes issue with how he lives his life (in the sense that, he doesn't care if she doesn't agree with him, but also he'd like her to be less murdery about her disagreement). All Sonic's concerned with is, do you have the freedom to make your own choices? Yeah? OK. That's it.

Now again . . . he's not twiddling his thumbs. He'll stop you from killing people. But as soon as the danger's passed, he peaces out. You can go on to make more bad decisions if you want. And he'll intervene then. But he's not going to take your freedom from you, either via jail or death. Because wrong or right, that's not who he is.

"But he imprisoned Erazor Djinn in the lamp and then threw the lamp in lava! But he killed Emerl and Biolizard and thought he killed King Arthur!"

Well, first off, I think there could be debate over how "alive" the storybook characters are. Sonic was isekai'd into books in those games. If you were isekai'd into a Mario game, and you stomped on Goombas, are you now a murderer? Should you update your tinder bio to say you killed people when you get back into the real world? Is killing Goombas while you're in the Mushroom Kingdom equivalent to killing a person who you meet out on the street in New York City? I ask these questions because I honestly wonder if that's where Sega's head is at on the storybook games—if perhaps Sonic acts the way he does there because to him . . . well, those "worlds" are just stories in a book. I don't know if that's the case, I'm just speculating.

The actual answer is that Erazor Djinn isn't dead though, just trapped in the lamp (though he still shouldn't be trapped but that's neither here nor there), with Emerl there was literally no other option, same with the Biolizard, and the actual Big Bad of Black Knight was Merlina and she didn't get deep-sixed by Sonic. At least according to yesterday's Bumblekast, those are Sega's official stances on those stories.

Regardless, let's suppose for a moment that there was a game from, I don't know, 2003 in which Sonic decided, "you know what, everyone sucks, I'm gonna go on a murder spree" and he did just that. Let's say that in 2003 Sega made "Sonic Murder Simulator" where you, as Sonic, went around killing people. That was back then. Right now, in 2023, Sonic isn't about murder, and he's not about imprisonment, because he wants everyone to have freedom even when he is personally fucked over by that, because to him, the freedom to do what you want, when you want, and how you want is the most important thing in the world. That's Sega's view on this character right now. It's not that deep, it's not that hard to understand, I honestly don't know why people are making up conspiracy theories that Ian Flynn is gaslighting this fandom, I really don't.

(But also, I honestly feel like there are some people in this fandom who just want Sonic to be Shadow. They want Sonic to kill bad guys. They want Sonic to be angsty about his past, burdened by trauma, and that's just not him. Like don't get me wrong, Sonic has been through some shit, but he's not the type to angst. He's not the type to brood. And he's definitely not the type to kill. If you want a Sonic character who is broody, reflective, traumatized, and willing to kill, the one you want is Shadow. He is right there. He has been right there for like two decades now. Go enjoy him, instead of wanting to make Sonic be him. It's literally what Shadow's there for, it's why he was revived.)

This is a long, unfiltered ramble that I might regret posting later, but either way I just had to get it off my chest. Especially the bit about "IDW Sonic is not real Sonic, he's not Sega's Sonic" because he literally is. Not a single micro-expression gets published in that comic without Sega's express approval. You don't have to like it. You can think that Sega is Ruining Sonic Forever. But to say that Sega's Sonic isn't in the comics is just batshit fucking ludicrous. Ian Flynn is not some criminal mastermind who's scheming to ruin your childhood or whatever. He certainly doesn't hate Sonic or Sega's vision for Sonic, because if he did, he wouldn't still be accepting work from them for this franchise. Whatever he does, and whatever Evan Stanley does, is with Sega's approval. Full stop. Like it or hate it, but at least take issue with the correct people, ffs.

Anyway, I need to go eat some mac'n'cheese now. Vent over.

[dovand]

i am as always thinking about 14 and the nobles... specifically 14 & shaun. CRIMINAL lack of 14 & shaun content . excuse me that is my emotional support deranged lovers-in-law prongs of a queerplatonic throuple V. that is my little scrinkly wet cat and his chill saint bernard friend. that is my symbiotic relationship weirdos who sleep back-to-back to 14 can a) leech his body heat b) cuddle donna c) not fall off the bed. that is my favourite “both wake up early but one of them is being clung to like they are a teddy bear and it is Not Shaun, who is making ‘too bad’ faces at 14 and tiptoeing away” dynamic.

(14 either ends up dozing again after he wakes up early or just lays there curled up thinking—but, either way, when shaun shows up with breakfast in bed every sunday, he is treated to the beautiful sight of the two huge autism creature eyes peering up at him from behind the most bedraggled mop of hair ever seen. whether there are any thoughts behind those eyes depends on whether their owner has been napping or Pondering)

(yes this is all made up in my head!!! yes i am dismayed by there only being FOUR FICS (4!!) using it as a tag and none of them (afaict) doing it in a qpr way. where is my deranged weirdplatonic polycule!!!)

further insanity under the cut pleasseee please please read. please i need to be insane about this with people

(also btw this post is about queerplatonic doctordonna, doctordonna shippers i love you and you are welcome to contribute but it is a Little squicky for me so if tag ur additions (so i have a heads-up) that would be so lovely and i would adore you forever <3)

shaun likes listening to people ramble and 14 likes rambling so it is a regular occurrence to find the two of them like. standing in the kitchen holding cups of tea except one of them is actually drinking the tea and one of them is talking too rapidly about equivalent exchange to remember to blink, let alone have a sip of earl gray that has veered violently past lukewarm and is headed straight for room temperature

if 14 is in a not-wordy mood tho… thru shaun’s expert tutelage he has mastered the art of the Dad Nod. he passes shaun in the hall and gives him a little nod. shaun gives him one back. 0 words are spoken but they understand each other on a deeper level than if there had been.

they go on a Family Outing to a thrift store. rose and donna disappear to the dressier sections. shaun creeps along the racks of trousers, solemnly comparing seemingly identical pairs of jeans. 14 follows him and stares for a while, then silently hands him a loudly patterned pair of shorts. shaun takes them without question and adds them to his basket & sylvia loses her mind just a little bit when she sees him wearing them

(^ this inspired by going thrifting w my friend and looking @ everything and then finding her dad looking thru the racks of shorts comparing two beige ones, and my friend handing him a pair of pink shorts with penguins on and him buying them. because he has some . i think plaid shorts? at home and when he wore them his wife said he looked gay. so he’s trying to do it More) (it's an incredible family dynamic there. i have no idea what is going on)

god jesus. 14 learns how to cook so he can be the housething (as opposed to housewife or househusband. he is just a weirdgenderthing. little creature). someone buys him a nice apron and he wears it with so much delight. chases everyone else out of the kitchen so he can concoct something lovely. runs out into the garden to stick something into an oven in the tardis kitchen because “i am not working with enough ovens, here, people!”. organises the pantry and gets this crazed look if anyone tries to stop him. “how will i know where things a—” “it will be LABELLED.” brandishes a label maker that DEFINITELY is not from modern-day earth given that it seems to take dictation as input and can print in colour and has not needed a refill of paper even though he has extensively labelled EVERY PLASTIC BOX of stuff in the pantry

sometimes he gets into Moods where he needs to solve a problem before it makes his head explode and that used to be a like. tinkering in the tardis thing. where he’d have himself and whatever poor companion he was with just floating in the time vortex for a week while he tries to make this bit of the tardis do what he wants it to. now it’s a day or two spent almost entirely in the kitchen trying to find the scientifically optimal method by which to make meringues. he starts gesturing dramatically with a spatula forgetting it is not a sonic screwdriver. makes a sonic spatula. realises he doesn’t often need to like. scan a pancake for malware. sadly puts the sonic spatula away

he is absolutely a nightmare to watch movies with btw bc a) can’t sit still b) so tall. either he is bouncing his leg and shaking the whole couch or he is stretched out across the entire sofa. no in between. donna buys a thick rug so he can just lay on the floor. the rug is TOO comfortable and he starts just spending time laying on the floor which would be fine if he thought to turn the lights on because people keep almost stepping on him while he’s having 4am Floor Time (on the nights he's not drooling all over donna's pillow)

if anyone else has thoughts about Them PLEASe share i will love you so much and forever. doctor~donna/shaun weirdcule is the only thing in my head

[viisator]

The Prince of Elfhame

Tittle: The Prince of Elfhame

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Fantasy

Summary: Niki is the only son of Jude and Cardan Greenbriar, and he has a human maid, but his maid and he don't get along pretty well, and he has this secret crush on her that he's bitter about, he couldn't believe he's liking a human maid, it's just not on his ligue.

Warning: none

Not Proofread

Short scenario • • •

INSPIRED BY "The Folk Of The Air" by Holly Black

– Can I have a request, please? After/before you read this(thanks for checking this out btw) like or reblog, or both; is really appreciated!! And it will help my blogs reach other ppl too!! Thank you!! Have a good time reading!! –

(I CAN FINALLY SHOW MY LOVE FOR THE FOLK OF THE AIR!!!)

(The devil's contract isn't finished yet, that's why I wrote this so the wait is quite worth it...and it's been a lot of months since I posted the teaser and until now I haven't finished the story:'( I really really am sorry)

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Y/n have been walking upstairs of the palace where she would be serving his highness the prince, a cup of his afternoon chocolate tea with a strawberry on top. 

Ever since she'd been to Elfhame, all she ever felt was a surprise; and it's been four years since she'd been there. The first thing she was shocked with was her Majesty the Queen, she never thought a human would be ruling a kingdom of faeries; she often wondered if the Queen was ever been afraid, and the fact that humans can always be harmed by glamours, but she still stands so tall whenever they stumble upon each other; but what surprised her the most was that the prince- son of the king and queen- was always been kind with everyone except her.

They first met at the ball, the very first ball she ever attended on Elfhame. There was dancing and laughter with singing, and people who only care for free food. There was a loud bang in the hallway on the outside when the knights on the stand announced that the prince has come. Everyone cheered - the loudest was the king - and girls heave deep sighs as they hear the name 'prince' when the door opened and a tall young man, hair as black as the night, lips lump with rose tint, pointed ears, and a kind smile that convinced everyone that he should be loved; and Y/n was caught by it. She also heaves deep-long sigh and all she could ever think is that he looks more majestic than any other creature she has encountered here in Faerie.

That night didn't end up the way Y/n had dreamt of, the prince- Nikael Greenbriar - seems to not like her face so much. The first encounter was at the table of sweets when Y/n grabbed a strawberry tart with extra cream and microwaved(seem so) strawberry on top, and Nikael -mostly known as Prince Niki- grabbed her hand tight and shoots her a glare that almost poked through her eyes. They stayed staring at each other for a while then the price yanked away the tart from the girl's hand and walked away. And that's how everything ended at the ball.

One day, Minji, one of your faerie friends, told you that the palace needs one more worker for the laundry work, and that's the start of your getting promoted as the prince's maid. But everything just didn't work well, and it seems like the prince hold grudges since the night you stole his tart.

As you open the door, Niki is laying down on the couch while he's staring up at the ceiling.

"You spend two hours making tea?" He gave you bored looks and a sigh, unfortunately, your attention is on the tea; and when you finally put the teapot down, you straighten your back and answered him.

"Fourty-three minutes your highness. It was never an hour or more." He hated the way that you smile with so much sarcasm. He hated that you stares back at him with no slight bother. And he hated you the most because you always make him feel powerless, but of course, he'll never tell you that. Not anyone.

He answered you with a short eye roll and a groan. Three minutes had passed and you're standing still at his side as he consumes his tea very slowly, waiting for his next order.

"Do you hate me?" After three minutes long of silence, you were surprised by what he asked you. You barely know what to say.

"Why would I, your highness, my prince? I've no complaints even though I have more than a hundred, I still have no complaints, and I should never hate you. And that is because I don't-"

-like you? Was that it? you don't like me?" He shift his look to you, his brows meeting each other as you gave him another sweet smile.

"Your highness, I will be very honest. I hate you with every inch of my being." Your stare was intense, it made him put his teacup down and look at you fully. He was very much surprised you could say such things that never, not even one had ever told him.

"How about you, your highness, how much do you hate me?" He did not answer, but instead, he got up and walked out and shut the door loudly.

The next thing that happened is at the dining hall, when the king, queen, the queen's sister and her child, prince Oak, and prince Niki are eating dinner. You were standing at the side with the other maids when Niki keeps on looking at you, but when you make eye contact he abruptly changes his view, either to his food or to his uncle who keeps on talking. Niki is very loud whenever he talks with his uncle, but always quiet when the King is in view. So when the King talks and brought out a topic concerning Niki, he slams his utensils down and got up from his chair and walked out. And you guess he loves to walk out whenever he's mad. And nobody stopped him.

The next scene was in the garden when the Queen asked you to follow him and let him talk of what had offended him with his father's word. You see him by himself sitting on the well-cut grass, while you were standing close to his back.

"Why did you walk out again?"

"He said something about what a prince should do. But he never saw my efforts! that I always try to be a better prince and all he can see are the things I did not do. The things I couldn't do!" You were a little surprised he said those openly in front of you without hesitation.

You sit down beside him and you listen to his thoughts until it's nearly daytime.

"It's nearly time for bed...thank you Y/n, I never had someone to talk to either than my uncle. And it's been a while since I let someone hear my concerns." The morning sunlight that hits his face was yellowish red, his side view was the most beautiful view you've ever seen. He looks so majestic. The most beautiful faerie you think there is to live.

"Why do you hate me?" It was an inch distance between you two, and you were lost in his eyes that you think it was glamour that made you advance more and put your warm lips into his plumpy rose red lips and he gladly return the kiss.

His question was never answered, and after that night when the sun finally stands tall, you both got to bed, and the next day, everything seems to be normal again with your daily dose of bickering, but it seems different from the previous fights because he doesn't smile or laugh after the arguments before. But he'll never say he likes you, and so do you.

(I hope you liked it<3)

Masterlist

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[tv-gh0st]

Oumota Monsters au

I have a tag now #Drv3 Monsters

i thinkkk im gonna make kaito a vampire might change eventually bc uhm im like hella indecisive

IF ANYONE HAS OPINIONS PUT IT IN TAGS PLZ PLZ PLZ

anyways i wanted to talk specifically about oumota in this post bc uhm there down bad for eachother

my main inspiration for this was the song Ghosting by mother mother (also i think its worth noting @lampochkaart also helped inspire this au with some art they made ty ty ty)

so i wanted a big premise of there realationship to be Kokichi Haunting Kaito

and bc im a hurt/comfert enjoyer i love it dearly<3 i think how they get together should be very hurt/comfort vibes ya know

like kaito gets fed up and wants kokichi out and kokichi whos down bad but has horrible coaping mechanisms(pushing everyone he loves away[WICH BTW I WANT TO INCLUDE IN HIS DEATH]) is like OKAY BRO I DONT NEED U

but a ghost without anyone to haunt is like

not great

and kaito straifht up doesnt realize hes down bad for kokichi is like fuck man

they have a depression arc where they both are like shit im in love but refuse to make rhe first move

and idk how they find eachother again but they do

and i think kaito would be the one to say it because he genuinely hates tip toeing around eachother OR OR OR kokichi would say he loves him in a fit of rage/just tired of keeping up his masks(cas he thought once he died it was done he would be free but nooooooooo he lives on as a ghost)

and then its all comfort from there babes

i think maki would be very against there realatjonship and shuichi at first would be indifferent(kokichi orginallly haunted shuichi and i think in this au haunting someone would kinda mean something) but in general shuichi doesnt have a problem with it

kokichis main friends(miu and rantaro) dont mind at all he also has ties to kirumi(mom) and gonta neither of which care(nore are told emiditly)

i dont think being monsters changes there dynamic to much there like the lovingly bickering and then look at eachother like the other is littarly everything in the world <3

its a bit of a slow burn bc there both idiots and dont know how to do feelings

and none of there friends are super into playing march maker(except probably miu)

ALSO maybe adding rantaro into the mix at some point

im not aure but if i did it totally be less angsty

rantaro has his feelings in check okay atlest romanticly

he doesnt really have to much experience but that doesnt mean hes a complete idiot who doesnt know how to communicate

i think kaito and kokichi would both be looking at rantaro being like shit hes hot and i want to make a deep emotional conection with him but how do i tell my idiot bf that AND THEN tell rantaro that

abd rantaros just like

yo am i aloud to join or what

BOOM POLYAMOROUS FOR THE WIN

thats how i imagine it going down

honestly them being monsters again doesnt change the dynamic

dw tho there will be angst in other parts of there not-lives

i just wanted to talk about my gay ppl

AND DONT WORRY THERE WILL BE OTHER SHIPS

including Tenko x angie x himiko kaemaki (possible kaemakiiruma or whatever) some tsumugi x kaede(its complicated) so yaya gay ppl are tots winning

[tweettweetie]

The final parts to the animal jam saga because I THINK I THINK I swear I think my animal jam obsession is actually finally running out (for now), I swear on my life I am not usually this obsessed with animal jam I just randomly became addicted to it in like the past month for some reason. I joined in like 2015 and played a lot like 2015-2019 and I kinda stopped playing in like 2020 but yknow I would kinda have like a yearly checkup on the game for like a few days but usually the yearly checkup didn’t last like A MONTH.

Anyway I started wondering what if my ocs played animal jam .. specifically Alfred for some reason, in his other post I mentioned I think he would scam kids on animal jam and I still stand by that. I think it’s just really funny to imagine a 40 year old medieval earl playing an online furry mmo for 12 year olds, because I know he would enjoy it. He’d be like, one of those sweaty Brady’s lab dwellers that only plays the game to trade and had like 17 headdresses for some reason.

First pic (ignore the random arwen sketch) is his official animal jam avatar btw, I’m sure he obtained that beta elf helmet through very fair and legitimate means (none of this probably makes any sense to anyone reading this who hasn’t played animal jam).

2nd picture is him and Lucius, who is a character I haven’t introduced yet but basically he’s a knight and he’s kinda friends (more a crony) to Alexander cuz they were like in a war together and he trains William to fight and he looks like the Roblox man face. I think Lucius would be like one of those level 40 non members that just do the adventures.

3rd and 4th pic uhm.. explain themselves. Although the one opening the door in the back is another character I haven’t introduced yet, Aiden, he’s emo and from Houston Texas and he’s from like modern times, idk how to explain why him and Alfred are interacting it’s just.. idk all my ocs basically exist together at this point even if they’re like 800 years apart….

5th picture isn’t really necessarily animal jam but it was animal jam inspired. I just thought it would be fun to draw them as furry things.

6th picture is just another painting I redrew on animal jam. It’s Raphael’s presumed self portrait of himself this time.

[nobleriver]

I was tagged by @doctortomyriver a loooong time ago, but I never saw it til now because I was on hiatus. But it’s too much fun to pass up because I love the questions lol

Out of curiosity I’ll tag @benoitblanc @thebadtimewolf (love reading your tags btw) @beingshakespeare @autisticwho and @wibblyowzah

Tag Game: Doctor Who Edition

The rules are simple - answer the questions, then tag other Whovians to get to know each other better/find new people to follow, message, etc. If there are any questions you don’t have an answer for, feel free to skip them!

Doctor you started with: Nine. Ten. Eleven. Long story, but I watched all of them in same month or two. 11 was airing once a week. 10 and Martha were marathoning. And a friend gave me the Series 1 boxset which I devoured in a day because 9′s her favorite doctor. It was such fun to experience Who that way. Would do it again. I got them all at once.

Favourite Doctor: The Doctor

Favourite companion: None

Favourite episode: Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead. The Girl in the Fireplace. School Reunion. 

LOVE LOVE LOVE Sarah Jane and Moffat wrote a classic when he did The Girl in the Fireplace. Those two eps are why I love S2 so much. I can literally quote from each of these episodes:

“Are you alright?” “I’m always alright.” “Say it.” “Goodbye...MY SARAH JANE!” 😭😭😭😭😭😭 She’ll always be important to him! HELPPP! And of course, “Stay with me. C’mon! You and me, one last run!” That’s the title quote on my blog!

DW OTP: Doctorriver

Favourite line/quote: “Stay with me! You can do it! Stay with me! Come on! You and me, one last run!” - 10 to River 

ALKHSFASJHKFJHSLJFALJF I’M A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR.

Favourite character that isn’t the Doctor or a companion: River Song. She’s my favorite period. She pulls me back to the show again and again.

BrOTP: 10 and Martha. If found family counts, Doctor x The 3 Ponds and River x TARDIS

Favourite DW fic (if you have one): None. Just started last year. Haven’t read enough. I am writing one though. And if we count Big Finish as official fic, then, The Tenth Doctor and River Song. It’s insane how good that is.

Favourite DW fanart/blog (if you have one): Currently @expelliarmus and @tenriver 

But special shoutout to 3 of the greatest colorist I've ever seen @borntosavethedoctor @doctorwhoblog (aka @amywiliams ) and @tillthenexttimedoctor The way they color remains an inspiration. 

If you could pick anyone to be the next Doctor, who would it be? (Why, if you feel like explaining.): This question is outdated because I received this before the new Doctor was announced. Now, we have two new Doctors lined up to go, and I’m excited for both of them!

So I think I’ll change the question to 

Who are you most excited to see in the next series? The Duchess! She’s screaming female Time Lady and I’m curious, curious, curious.

[waldau-archived]

REN MY LOVE 🫶🏼

🍓 🦷 🌿 ☁️

(I was in the middle of typing my emojis for u btw and i saw ur ask 😂🥰)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

my writing journey started on none other than wattpad™. i was really into this one fandom (that i would like to forget) for quite a while and after reading a bunch of works i decided to write some of my own. i was pretty surprised when people found what i'd written and even commented on it (still am hehe). since then i've always written a bit for every fandom i've been a part of because i always get inspired every time i consume something new!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

not my own, but i completely endorse the "hack" that if you want to write better, you have to read books. every time i read a book i look at my drafts in a slightly different light. i don't know how or why it works but i'm not questioning it :D as for personal wisdom, something i've learned is that it takes time to find the right people that really get you and let you be your true self with them, so you can't rush it. it took me years, but the friends i have now are why i'm so happy these days.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

i'm not even joking, i looked back at our messages just two days ago because i was in a slump and all my ideas looked the same to me. my advice would be to always, always remember that you write for yourself before anyone else. these are your words, and you get to spin them how you want to create the world that you want to, regardless of what anyone thinks. whenever i feel like i'm not being creative enough i just take a random sentence prompt and write a little drabble, and if i like it enough i expand on it to create a bigger story. or i pick a lyric from a song i like and weave a little story around it. writer's blocks are absolutely natural because there's no way we won't get burned out, but like you've said it's important to remember writing is a hobby we do for ourselves and we need to have fun with it <3

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

i'm really bad at picking usernames! one of my irl friends suggested this name because nikolaj coster-waldau is her favourite actor, and i went along with it because it was short and simple and sounded good. even though i know nothing about the actor, i like how everyone on here calls me waldau half the time :D

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

Hi! I came to say I loved your new fic, I am so so invested.

I am probably being super impatient here 😭 but I couldn’t decipher their feelings in this first ep, like how dani feels about jamie and viceversa (cause it surprised me jamie didn’t know about dani having sex). But I’m sure you’ll explain. Also I’m intrigued about eddie + jamie dynamics like jealousy (?) or idk

Btw are they childhood friends? Feel free to answer any or none of my questions hahaha

Hi! No please I love talking abt this fic! I'm gonna do my best to answer em all without spoilers.

I think Dani going to Jamie before literally anyone else abt her pregnancy is kinda indicative of how she feels abt her. Jamie is her safe place. She knew she wouldn't judge her and would help her do whatever she needed to do. She might not fully be able to contextualise what that means but the love is there. They've been friends for a long time and while Dani getting pregnant and having this commitment to Eddie might complicate any other feelings they have about each other for a bit, they've got a happy ending coming. We're gonna see more of how they feel about each other as the fic goes on!

Jamie in that moment when Dani told her was more bewildered about the prospect of it all and just kinda asking questions she already knew the answer to to try and process. I might go back and edit that a little because I can see it's not totally clear. Jamie definitely knew what was happening in Dani and Eddie's relationship though lol.

Jamie and Eddie are friends. There's not a lot more to that dynamic, at least not yet. Dani is definitely the thing that ties them together but they get along fine besides that. I can't really get into it too much more without spoiling things lol.

Also i wanted to ask you if you’re gonna be updating once a week or just when you please?🫶🏻

I wish I could say there'll be lots of frequent updates but I'm really not sure. At least once a month but if I get really inspired it might be more frequent. I'm trying to keep chapters relatively short n easy so I can write and edit quicker but I do have a few other writing projects so I'm generally just trying to go with the flow.

Thanks for the support! So glad you're into this fic <3

[letterstobojack]

Dear Bojack,

I was going to replicate the letter you wrote in the episode that opens with the letter to secretariat but it wouldn't fit  well because I'm not sad (unlike 9 year old Bojack), at least not anymore. In addition to the multiple self-help and psychology books that the show has veered me towards, in order to discover the amplitude things I don't know, what I definitely do know for sure - is how much impact you've had on me through the darkest time of my life. Which is pretty ironic because I know that the depth of depression goes deeper, and we are so blind to it yet we don't realise it (I hope you liked the 'd' alliteration btw). Anyways, it was a catastrophic time that inexorably kept carving away at my soul... but then I found you - especially the Free Churro episode (because it was related to my mom as well) and trust me when I say that that month alone, I watched that episode at least 30 times.

In a lot of ways, I noticed that I related to Bojack, but not particularly in the sense of his reckless/alcoholic/misogynistic behaviour but that I kept questioning myself if I was 'born to be sad'. I know it sounds ridiculous, but for pretty much most of my life, I've lived and enjoyed in solitude, therefore it never occurred to me until I ended things with my first love that perhaps; I was always meant to be alone? I can't quite explain it, but it was an overwhelming feeling that perplexed me for days on end - and I came to this epiphany that regardless of your misery (sorry but I must be blunt), no one is responsible for anyone's happiness. Not your family, friends nor your lover - you and only you are responsible. The great fear in delving into sadistic art, whether it be Bojack or despondent music & films, is that it might suck you into its suffocating chasm - you need to come out of it! It must never be a means to an end, and I realised that, and through all the 'cleansing' from rewatching those episodes, I truly felt that I was mentally more powerful than before. 

I am almost certain none of the writers or anyone involved in creating Bojack will read my personal letter, knowing that they will flooded by countless other fan letters. However, if by some miracle you do, please note my absolute gratitude for the miracle that you've created and how much I've enjoyed your powerful dialogues & monologues! So much so, that you've inspired me to do creative writing again.

I love you Bojack, 

22 year old dentistry student in spain

[shaarlslec]

Ahí! Just saw that your request are available, so I thought maybe give it a chance. May I request: b,7,8,9 with Mick pls!! If you can if not there’s no problem at all. Thank, Love your job btw!!

Prompts: I think I am in love with you. & You don't get it - I have never said that to anyone. (I went with two cause I have another one in making for the 7a);

thank you so much for your request!! honestly just send me mick requests and I will stay up all night doing them; let me know if you liked it!!!

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prince charming

short-summary: you mistake mick for your blind-date, turns out he is your prince charming;

words: 6400 & warnings: none, pure fluff in the form of mick schumacher;

Growing up as a naive young child who was fortunate to be raised by the most lovely parents in the whole wide world who were also your first-hand example on how healthy love between two people really is and looks like and how that can be fully projected on the third party of the family, you were subjugated in buying the whole “meet-cute” and “fairytale type of a love” tropes from all of the movies you have watched and all the sugar-coated stories you have heard from the adults around you.

Your parents met in college studying the same subject, and they felt in love at first sight irrevocably so. Hearing the story countless time, you would have wished to have this type of a love story for your children to hear when the time will come for you to have them, but then again, not everyone has such a lucky love as your folks. 

What your parents managed to do was to inspire you in believing that love can be randomly found one morning of a late breezy autumn day just like it happened to them, and yet they mistakenly failed to protect you from the reality of the harsh dating word that you were confronting after the edge of twenty – that most men are shit and they treat you good for the first couple of weeks before they ghost you while you end up falling for them and cry over a glass of wine with your best friends. 

That sadly had been you luck so far as a twenty-something woman navigating the world of dating in the search of that love at first sight that your parents had. You had quite a few boyfriends up until now (high-school was your prime), but none of your relationship lasted for more than a couple of months, and you had never told anyone those three little words that everyone seemed to be so eager to mutter to their significant other, leaving you all wondering if you were the “wrong” one for not getting the “I love you”s out of your mouth so easily like everyone else around you did. You heard the words coming from between your father’s smiling lips towards your mother when she was cooking his favorite dish, and then from your mother to your father when he was fixing a lightbulb or when he was helping with the groceries. You heard your friends when you were out muttering or slow mumbling the words to their significant other across while deeply gazing into each other’s eyes as if they were the only ones standing on the surface of the earth and oh, how you envied them for that, and how much you would have loved to – at least for once – be in their shoes. 

You wondered how that must felt, you had known love and loving coming from your family and friends your whole life, but you had never experienced that warm feeling within that chest of yours engulfing your torso whole as you guessed people feel when they are told that someone loves them back, noticing how their eyes soften and eyebrows slightly crumple up while the chest barely lifts to make room for the emotion to navigate their chests, shoulders, arms, and then within the whole body from the crown of your head to the tips of your feet. Must be nice, you often thought. 

You never told one of your boyfriends that you loved them because you never felt like doing so in the first place as being untruthful has never been your forte, and each time one of the boys that pretended to be in love you love bombed you with these three words and the variations of them, you bolted – literally bolted out of the relationship at the first exit you could take. You wanted to say the words out loud too and to be sincerely honest when doing so, especially when everybody around seemed to be in their happy fairytale type of a love story (family, friends, even that one co-worker that you despised and never understood how he got that beautiful and smart girlfriend of his) while you were spending most of your days alone, and yet you were getting exhausted to wait for your fairytale or to want to make it happened by any means. 

The whole idea of searching for love became too much for you after many failed trials of talking phases and unsuccessful first dates, and you grew extremely sickened in putting on your best clothes, doing your hair and make-up just to spend – out of politeness – one to two hours with random men telling you about their hot takes on the most boring, obnoxious subjects that have ever existed. You had accepted that dating might not be your thing for now at least, and that if dying alone was what was fated to you in the stars, then so be it. You will build your own house, adopt two or three pets and live into your cool divorced aunt without children phase for the rest of your days. Not a very bad narrative indeed, you considered the thought. Men were stupid, anyways.  

You had finally decided to take a break from the dating scene, to delete Tinder and to refuse any other offer for the blind-dates that your friends has been arranged for you in the last couple of months. Damn, those were the most atrocious tries of hook-ups that you have ever had. Your friends that settled you up for dates in the past time meant nothing but good, they all wanted you to find someone better than your exes, and yet somehow, they ended up pairing you with sore losers all the time. Just your luck, once again.

“Come on Y/N, just one last time!” Your friend cried over the phone after already talking with your blind-date partner that you will make it to the date without letting you know ahead of getting him all excited, “I know this guy from work, and he is nothing but amazing – he is blonde, tall, buff and he has amazing blue-greenish eyes that I know you have a thing for! I can send you some steamy pictures if you want.” They pleaded in a perverted tone, making your eyes heavily roll up to your brains, “I know you said that you will take a break from dating, but let it be after this one last guy!”

“You have already told him that I am going, have you not?” You scolded her through the speaker, grabbing your forehead into your hand as that little part of you that always wanted to not cause any conflict even with people you never laid eyes on and especially with your friend who already talked in your name, activated within that anxious brain of yours – your friend promised, you must then go. 

You heavily sighed, “Ok, good. I will go only because you put in your word, but that is the last time I am agreeing with one of these.” You answered with a frown feeling the little creases of your forehead with the tips of your fingers, “Is he really that handsome as you are describing him?” You wondered for a second, thinking about how she always talked that highly about the other guys she set you up with before only to exalt you to the maximum for a little while before your blind-dates and then for reality to crush you down to the ground the minute you arrive at the meeting point with your partner for the evening, “You know what?” You paused after yet another sigh, “Do not send me any photos – I want a surprise for my last blind-date.” You decided then, “You will be the complete matchmaker for this one.” You added, setting the conditions of her choosing the place, day and time. 

Your friend was more excited than you the evening of the date while you were already made an excuse in the back of your mind to leave as soon as you exchange politeness with the man, and then act crazy for him to want to leave too. You were doing it for your friend, and yet on your way in you had decided that a little spoon of entertainment for you on the side will not ruin her friendship with him. 

She sent you all the details after texting the one you were supposed to meet first, doing her matchmaker chores perfectly up to that point. You should make a job out of this, love – you texted her in the middle of your ride. She told you the name of the restaurant, and that you would have to meet him at 19:30 sharp, along with the details of what he was wearing and at what table you two shall be seated. 

Taking a deep breath in as the last from your friend came through, you exited the cab and walked straight into the beforehand restaurant of your blind-date’s choosing. White t-shirt and checked blue flannel, washed-out blue light jeans, the second table next to the right window right before the bar and a smile to die for – that was what you were in searching of after your eyes relaxed underneath the warm-yellow dimmed lights of the restaurant after you went through a literal blizzard outside. 

It took you a short while, and after moments of looking surprisingly disoriented right at the entrance of the place – you spotted the white t-shirt and blue flannel guy seated at the nearest table close to the bar and without thinking about that twice, you went straight for it without checking the distance from the bar to the table twice. 

You took a big gulp of air into your lungs. Let’s finish this quick. You thought, cleaning your throat by coughing twice before taking a seat at the table as you took your first full glance at the one in front of you. Your friend was right for the very first time since she begun to set you up with these random men. The one who was now slightly confused as he was looking at you casually take was diviningly handsome. 

Blonde, tall, buff (as your friend described him), and yet without any hint of green into his eyes but rather a spectacle of clean blue waves hitting the shore on a slow and lazy Sunday’s morning at a wild untouched by human presence beach in a place close to the edges of the Mediterranean Sea far away from the heavy winter outside the window at your left in Switzerland.  

“Exc-” The beach boy spoke, and yet interrupted by your first attempt to pretend to be crazy in front of your blind-date. No matter how deep you had leapt for a second there into the shimmers of his eyes, you wanted to stick to your plan, exquisitely handsome men that you met so far on your dates in the past couple of months were usually jackasses most of the times anyway – nothing could have convinced you in that very moment that the beach boy was far different from the others, you were not lucky like that. 

“Ok pretty boy, look how this is going to go.” You breathed into his direction, watching him watching you back with even a more puzzled look, sign that you should have taken before diving into a long monologue that was meant to scare him enough to take his little rucksack that was laid next to him and leave, “I am going to tell you my name, and then you will ask for mine and then some nonsense about what we both working, and we will pretend that we are listening to each other when in fact I am thinking about the lamest excuse to be back into my comfortable bed with my two cats while you are thinking about ways in which you are going to leave me three months from now that is if we go on a second date or – that is if you already find me attractive – how to lure me into your pants tonight.” You bluntly reverberated, speaking quite loudly and too rapidly for the stranger in front of you to fully comprehend your words as they were spoken, “Heads up – we will probably not be having a second date, and for the sex part,” You paused, taking a chug of water from the glass half-emptied already that stood in front of him while giving him a scan from head to toes quickly, “I might consider it for now.” You finished, hands now clasped together on the table in front of your chest, “Questions?” You inquired, spotting the half-smile that the man had on since your first words went out of your mouth spreading in a short giggly one. 

“I am flattered by the words, miss.” He then uttered, calm wave-like eyes following creasing due to the smiling, “But,” The stranger paused, slightly looking over his shoulder for your eyes to follow the trajectory of the man’s look only to find at the end of it what you were looking for when you entered actually – the second table to the bar at which a man dressed in a very much similar outfit composed of a black t-shirt and checked blue flannel was enquiringly eyeing into your direction as he was recognizing you from the pictures your friends sent to him, the type of pictures that you should have asked for as well. 

Your heart raced for a two good seconds as the beach boy ended his sentence with a chuckle as he turned back to you fully, “I do not think that I am the one who you are supposed to meet here.” He added while leaning back into his chair with both arms crossed at his chest and still an amazed grin sprinkled on the entireness of his face while you embarrassingly switched your glare from your actual blind date to the one seating in front of you, “Don’t sweat it pretty girl, I also got confused when I got at my table and saw the man next to it almost in the same outfit as me.” He chuckled once again, “What a coincidence – right?” 

What a fucking coincidence that was, indeed. You cleaned your throat with a dry and embarrassed cough; your cheeks immediately went redder than they were once you entered from the cold outside, and yet you tried to look calm and concealed as you straightened your shoulders at your back and silently left the seat you so confidently assumed it was yours just minutes ago. 

The beach boy blinked his eyes at you twice and that was when you noticed that they had attached the most beautiful pair of long light eyelashes that you have ever seen a boy carrying, and as you nervously touched the surface of the woodened table with your fingers to have something tangible to sustain yourself on during what was most probably one of the most embarrassing moments lately, the stranger’s look went around your fingers that for a moment there he felt the instinct of holding to return the feeling of comfort and confidence you had when seated first in front of him. 

“That was embarrassing.” You articulated with a nervous chuckle, that was reciprocated by the stranger’s comforting lift of lips and a nonchalant hand waving in the space between your bodies, “I apologize, I think I should go now.” You awkwardly added, titling your head to the other table direction where you were supposed to be right from the beginning. 

“No worries, that was fun.” He then softly spoke with a slight grin playing on the top of his rosy lips, “I think you should, your date looks impatient.” The beach boy smiled after a quick turn of his head, and for a minute there you would have hopped not to be wrong when you first sat in front of him rather your actual blind-date partner – the boy’s smile was nothing but astonishing, and there was something so soothing flickering in the calm blue irises of the guy that you once again associated with the calming foaming Mediterranean waves that you never got to see up until that very moment. 

You excused yourself with a nod of the head, and the stranger did the same. Taking another full breath into your lungs, you finally took the seat that was rightfully yours. 

“I really hope you have not heard that.” You nervously still spoke, your focus now on the man you were supposed to date – a knock-off of the one before. Still blonde, still tall, and still buff and yet nothing but peering eyes on you. Your date declined with a shake of head telling you afterwards that he was paying attention to his phone up until now and that he hates ears dropping to people’s conversations, giving you a sort of relief that – although you spoke quite loudly – you did not embarrass yourself twice that day in front of another stranger whose name you learned was Mikael, and whose name was carried through the spaces in between your tables to the beach boy as well whose lips were still plucked in a short smile. Even our names are similar, Mick thought. 

Mick was the type of person who strangely believed in coincidences, and the boy believed that they do happen for a reason and nothing is random within our lives. Much like yours, the hopeless romantic’s mind imagined that fate must have brought you to his table first, and that there was something more to be unwrapped there that evening – and if it was not fate after all, Mick thought about giving it a chance still.

You were so pretty, unutterable pretty for him – rosy cheeks, lined red lips, and with that huge scarf covering most of your neck only to reveal the sweetest tone Mick had heard in a while talking to him, just to scold him seconds after in a rasping demanding octave; and then telling him that he might have had a chance of going home with you.  

The beach boy – Mick – was there to meet some of his friends during a quick return to Switzerland for a couple of days, and those friends of his were late to the hang out for just enough time for him to have one of the weirdest, yet somehow interesting interactions in a long time with someone who was not aware of who he was or what his deal was. When you took the seat in front of him confidently and convincedly so, Mick thought that you just might be one of his fans who has no idea of what personal space meant and he slightly panicked. But then, you begun to speak and that was when the fun started for him, putting the pieces together as he strangely noticed the man at the other table being so close-looking with him right when he arrived at the restaurant. 

Too many coincidences, way too many – that intrigued Mick the most, besides your trembling fingers on the top of the table and the way you called him a pretty boy in that honied tone of yours. As Mick was waiting for his friends to arrive, he took the time to focus his listening on your discussion with Mikael and oh boy, what a boring conversation that was. 

Mikael let you talk only for the first couple of minutes, and that was all. You introduced yourselves, you made small talk about the weather and then a few questions about your common friend. Then, Mikael unlashed – talking about him, and only him. You knew what he was doing, you have been on the market for way too long to not figure out the “let-me-impress-you” speech right at the beginning of the date. You nodded, and nodded, and nodded. “Yeah”, “That’s so interesting”, “I see”, “I understand” being your most used lines. You even slightly rolled your eyes two or three times as Mikael was talking to you about the finance world and how much money you can get investing and cryptocurrency. You had no idea what he was talking about, and yet you let him talk thinking that at some point Mikael will get bored and annoyed with you not participating at all at the conversation, and that would be your cue to go home and relax back into your bed. 

From time to time during your already awful date, you peeked into Mick’s direction. You were not to blame at all; those kinds of eyes do not tend to be forgotten so fast, hardly ever if we were to be honest. Mick’s friends had arrived ten to fifteen minutes after you left his table, and you noticed them sharing drinks, joking around and overall having much more fun rather than you. You sighed, noticing one of the girls present rubbing Mick’s shoulder as he was telling a story that had happened to him on the track last season in which he crushed the car and was cautioned for ripping it in half. Not being able to hear the conversation clearly, you neither got the story and the reason for which the girl was comforting him, and neither the beach boy’s name which you regretted not asking the first time now that Mikael turned out to be just one of those many guys that go on dates without any effort to make the other person contented into their seat but only talk, and talk, and talk about themselves. 

Mick noticed your sigh and the roll of eyes as he shortly glanced over his shoulder to look on how your date was going while his friends were having a heated argument at the table over what type of bread is the best bread for sandwiches. 

“Mick!” One of the uttered, slapping the table in such a fashion that it made everyone around you attentive towards the group – even you, “Toast or baguette, which one do you prefer mate?” He then asked, but Mick’s eyes were now locked with yours rather than giving a slight to no attention to whatever was discussed at his table. 

You caught his glare on yours, and your cheeks went back to pink. You smiled silently, both of you as an understanding that the space in between the two of you was larger than it should have been and that you should have stayed at the table with him instead of going to the next one. 

“That’s my cue.” Mick announced in a loud tone, and without saying any other world he got up and came straight to your table. You, Mikael and Mick’s friends were taken aback by the boy’s swift move, and what followed made you even more surprised. 

“I cannot stand it anymore, sweetheart.” Mick then spoke, faking an enduring accent while gathering both of his hands at his chest, “I am standing over there while you are having a date with another man?!” Mick busted in a loud theatrical sigh, “How can you be so cruel to date someone else when we just broke up last week?” He then added, and that was when you figured out that he is planning a way to get you out of your date. 

You laughed, “Oh, now you are jealous?” You spoke, immediately getting into Mick’s play although you had not even the slightest idea about his name even, “Pretending to care now after we broke up looks great on you, tough.” You inquired, clicking your tongue and leaning back into your chair now to switch your focus from Mick to Mickael who was a mere confused witness of your juvenile performance. 

“Is he your ex-boyfriend? That’s why you talked to him when you arrived?” Mickael questioned, thinking that he put two and two together as he was already taking his jacket from the chair’s rest to cover his shoulders with.

You and Mick both nodded at the same time, in a perfect synchrony about which you were both proud of judging by your grins and stolen looks from each other in front of Mikael whose chest pumped in front of Mike as if he wanted to protect his marked territory now, thinking that you were in the perimeters of it, “Look my guy,” Mikael spoke, “I thought she has been single for a long time, her friend told me that she had not had any boyfriend recently and I thought tha—” 

“I was kept a secret, my fellow friend.” Mick attend with a sob, “She is a cruel woman, this one.” Mick spoke, looking down at you who were barely able to hold in your laughs – the beach boy made the scene all so credible, “Why you think her friend picked you to date her – she is into pretty boys that can be easily manipulated.” Mick then continued to lie, pointing to him and then to Mikael, “We even look alike.” Mick declared while getting his blonde locks all ruffled with one of his palms, as the other one rested on the table next to yours. So close next to yours. 

“Oh my god,” Mikael admitted after scanning Mick from head to toes after a long glance, “You are right, you do have a type Y/N.” Mikael added with a sense of repeal into the tone of his voice, grabbing now his jacket fully on him while getting up from the seat, “I cannot be part of this – I think I better go.” 

You nodded, “I do have a type.” You continued with a swirl of your tongue, “You would have been my next victim, yes.” You chuckled, sounding exactly like you wanted to sound – a crazy insane person. 

Mikael left right away without saying his goodbyes or leaving any money for the bill, while Mick’s friends erupted in laughter after they went quiet as the whole play developed right before their eyes, wondering what the hell was their friend up to. Once they spotted you and your red painted lips, all smiling and giggling at him now as Mick took Mikael’s seat as a turn of events – they understood what was going on, and they were going to play their wingmen roles accordingly to the plan. 

“Thank you.” You laughed, seeing Mikael’s feet stepping out of the restaurant for good, leaving the spare seat for Mick to fill, “Why did you do that?” You then asked, hands apprehensively clasped on the table in front of him now. 

Mick’s shoulders shrugged as his lips were spread into that pretty smile he already got you used to; Mick was as clueless as you about how did he came up with the whole story in the fractions of seconds in between the two tables, and yet what thing Mick knew for sure, “I thought you were giving me a sign from across the table, you seemed like you needed a little bit of help to get out of that boring conversation.”

You smiled back to him, “You were ears-dropping?” You inquired, your feet accidentally touch his underneath the table – making Mick’s heart jump, and one of his eyebrows twitched as you two had your first slight form of contact of many more to come. Your lips plucked together in a straight line, picturing somewhere in the back of your mind how the one standing in front of you were to react if you were to touch him more, in many other places and with less to no clothes on you. 

“Who does not?” Mick spoke, “Those who say that they do not, they are just trying to pretend they are better than anyone else around them.” Mick added as he followed your example and had laid his hands clasped together in front of yours, slightly leaning forward as if he would have wanted to take a better look at you. 

You agreed with a nod, the picture of Mikael showing into your brain for the very last time, “You are right –” You paused leaning forwards too, “Excuse me, I do not think that I got your name – and you just got mine.” You spoke, never breaking the eye-contact in between you and the blonde, no matter how intimidating you wanted to seem and no matter how far the waves of carrying you. 

“Mick.” He simply replied, “What are we going to do now? Talk about our jobs?” He then laughed, glaring for a short while to his table, “Or perhaps – would you like to join us?” Mick inquired with a soft smile, cracking you whole right from the start as that was the very first time you had realized that it would be quite impossible to say no to him in any matter whatsoever while he was looking so dearly into your eyes. 

You joined Mick’s table and his group, and you joined many of the tables and groups you were invited to from that evening on as Mick’s girlfriend, but that happened a little bit of later down the road.

The attraction between the two of you was obvious right from the start, all of Mick’s friends told him that after the first dinner you two shared together in their presence. 

Rosy cheeks, shaking legs underneath the table, short, muttered excuses when one of you would accidentally touch the other hand while eating, long interminable arguments about silly subjects (baguette was the winner), and eye contacts that seemed to be impossible to break by someone else’s interruption. Everyone at the table sense it, and they hoped for you two to get it too – and fast. 

You did, but not as fast as they would have thought. You were just friends at first, although friends do not text for hours, go on “hang-outs” such as long walks in the park during a harsh day of December just to warm each other’s hands by rubbing them together in a bar where you got completely drunk on liquor just to go and watch Christmas lights late at night after that, sillily embracing each other’s bodies to sustain both of your stabilities. 

You made a habit of hanging-out every single weekend while Mick was in between seasons (and some weekdays too), and you were making excuses to leave your job earlier on Friday just to go and meet him. Tell anyone one example of a just platonic friendship where that does happen – where both parties want to spend each day of the week together, and they will tell you that the involved parties are insane for not admitting their feelings. None of the things you and Mick did were friendly, especially when the man’s hand was on your waist holding dearly for his life as your body was glued to him in a crowded club. 

“Uhm,” Mick breathed right into your ear as he let yet another person pass by his back while trying to shield you from the crowd, keeping you safe within the space between his chest and his length of arms, “Coming here might not have been a great idea.” He chuckled, looking down at you all flustered being this close to him for the very first time – this close to his lips, and with those eyes of his looking down at you. 

You gulped, and then nodded at the man’s words, “Want to go home?” You had asked, not mentioning either of your places in replying, bumping Mick’s confidence in believing that one day you two might share a home. 

He smiled back to you, “I will drive you; I only drank non-alcoholic beer.” He admitted, taking your hand into his so he can easily guide you through the crowded pub. 

You watched the man’s wide back as you were passing by all those strangers, those strangers who had no idea what you were holding in between your fingers and how right it felt for you to hold your Prince Charming’s hand. The tingles in your palm went up into your arms, lengthened their stretch up to your chest and found their place and spot there forever from then on. That warm, loving feel make its nest within your ribcage, extending throughout your whole body as days and nights in the presence of Mick’s followed. 

Mick made you feel safe, extremely safe in all matters. There were no bad bones into that body of his, and no bad intentions within his brain. You were not believing your eyes each time you saw him smiling what it can do to your heart, and how much such a mere movement of lips can make you feel. You loved when that happened, and you began to think that maybe it was not just that that you loved ardently – but Mick in all his completeness. 

“Mick,” You paused as the car’s engine sound slowed down in front of your block of apartments, “I think I am in love with you.” You muttered in a whispered voice, your eyes aiming from the clutched hands sitting on your lap to the man’s face who was already staring at yours with an innocent grin spread all over.   

Mick took one of your hands into his, both sitting now on your lap before he unclasped both of your safety belts for him to lean towards you with more ease and for you to wrap your other arm around the man’s neck just for the tips of your fingers to play with the hair at his back while Mick begun to talk before a lick of his lips that immediately drove you insanely crazy, wanting nothing more but to have a bite of that too. Inches away from each other, almost being mouth to mouth, Mick’s whispers set the mood even better – his confession came through in the somewhat the same words as yours. 

“Y/N.” Mick paused too as his gaze longed into yours for a while, the tingles of your palms basically burning at this point as the waiting period of your lips on him prolonged with every warm and hot breath of him that you felt on your face, “I know I am in love with you.” Mick then spoke, and that was enough for both of you to cut the chase and for your mouths to finally press-stud on each other just as they should have right from the beginning. 

You laughed into the kiss at Mick’s choosing of words, of course he had to take it as a competition and top you somehow. Therefore, you decided in the spite of the moment that you will be the one to top him up in the car as you went into the man’s lap, hands around Mick’s neck while you two were hungeringly making out after all these weeks pretending that that was not the main thing you wanted to do. Fools, such fools to think that restraining will do you any good in the moment, besides only wanting now to kiss more, touch more, feel more all at once. Mick’s both hands went to your waist, and yours found their perfect spot in the curves of his neck and shoulders. 

When you departed, Mick childishly nuzzled your nose with his and then uncovered your face from beneath your deranged strings of hair with two of his hurried fingers to be back on your waist and to hold you as close to him as space permitted, and that evoked something within you that you were not expecting – sorrowful bittersweet happiness for feeling for the first time that you were able to feel what everyone else was talking to you about. That was love, and you were living it. 

“What’s wrong?” Mick concernedly quickly asked, seeing your eyes water into the thought and getting both hands on your face now to caress your burning cheeks. 

“I am in love with you, Mick.” You repeated, kissing the boy’s lips again, leaving him all confused as why were you on verge of crying if you were in love with him. 

“I am in love with you too, Y/N.” Mick nervously chuckled, “Is that a bad thing?” He then uttered, watching you vehemently declining with a shake of your head, “Do you want us to stop?” Mick worryingly continued with widened eyes, fearing that there was something wrong in the things he done, said or touched. 

Your eyes softened and your eyebrows scratched up in awe to him, “You don’t get it – I never said that to anyone else before.” You confessed, hearts beating crazy into your chest as if it was ready to break out of you at any moment now and that only to be tamed by Mick’s soft lips on the top of your head, and then both of your cheek, and lips. The soft pressed peaks on your skin as you curled into the man’s embrace put a hard stop to the tears in an instant. You had this from now on, and that meant that you will never have to cry for not being able to feel love and to think that you were not worthy of that. 

“Thank you, and I am sorry.” You whispered back to him, sobbing quietly as the man’s hands went from your cheeks on your neck, and then on your shoulder to stroke each – a mere gesture that meant so very much to you. 

“You do not have to be sorry, pretty girl.” Mick chuckled, taking your mind out of the present moment right to your very first meeting, “And, just so you know – I get it.” Mick commented, and then time stood still for a little short while in which you two have done nothing but giggle like high schoolers hiding from peering eyes under the benches to make out. 

You were patient enough to wait for your Prince Charming, and then you got a very much very improved version of one in the name of Mick Schumacher who – even after years of dating – still was shaken by your touch underneath the sheets, and whose heart raced faster than all of his cars when you softly placed one of your signature kisses underneath the man’s left ear, and with whom you learned that that warm feeling inside of your chest that goes from there throughout your whole body never calms down, and never fades, but it only grows with each “I love you” and all its variations.  

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

[asavt]

Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

[lokislastlove]

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Ok some of these I have already answered so I’m just gonna skip those 😊😊 thank you for always making me feel loved sunshine!

4. There are probably so many… but the first one that came to mind is “darling”. Maybe it’s because I always hear it in Hiddlestons sexy sonorous voice. But dude if anyone called me darling I just melt and then wanna jump them. 🤤

5. I don’t think I do have any writing superstitions except maybe that if I’m tempted to add another sexy man to a story it’s inevitable that they will try to take over. Loki is particularly adept at ruining my plots. Haha

6. Oof I mean I write for fun so I don’t have big expectations for it, but I am terrified people who know me will read it and realize how fucking nuts I am. 😬

8. OMG only action or dialogue??? Ahh!!! That’s so horrible. I mean I think only action might be easier for me… but I have no idea how I’d do that… 😱

9. LOL! I LOVE ghosts and supernatural shit, but until I see or experience anything in real life, I maintain my skepticism. I’m definitely a Scully personality.

12. I’d wish to never get writers block! I’d wish that I could write well enough to make it a career. I’d wish that writing stays a joy in my life. 💕

13. Hmm I mean smut is always difficult for me in general but more troubling to write? Hmm I guess I just don’t write things that make me uncomfortable which is probably odd considering what I write 😬 none of the writing is easy to be honest. Hahaha it’s always a challenge, but a fun one.

16. My brother gave me a tiny dream catcher when I was a kid that I loved and used as a bookmark for a while. Kinda bummed I lost that thing.

20. Hahaha Life is a bitch… um I’d probably still pick love over a career. I’m a romantic bitch.

21. I mean I haven’t been writing that long so I could probably go back to life without it.

27. Stressful character?? Hmm I can’t think of a good answer. I feel like Loki is a struggle for me sometimes.

28. I mean I do think that Ransom and Lloyd are the most fun to write for. I don’t know why but I love them.

29. I don’t really have any one place I go… it just kinda hits as I’m reading or watching tv or whatever. Then I just write the idea down and develop it in my head.

31. I really am at a loss for words when it comes to how much I appreciate this community and all the readers here who have been so welcoming and encouraging to me. Fanfiction really has saved me. And I cannot express my gratitude toward everyone here who have given me an outlet and an escape from the stress of my life! I love you all so much. 💕

35. There are rules for this?! 😬

37. HAAAAA!!! Omg could you imagine? People would be terrified about how horny and dark my brain is.

38. Uhhh I mean we all probably write similarly… right? I do find it weird I keep writing everything on my phone rather than using my computer. 😅

39. Uhh well I haven’t reached that point yet. I mean sure not all my stuff gets a lot of feedback but it doesn’t bother me cuz I already wrote it and I enjoyed the process. I guess I just like the feeling of getting these fantasies out of my head. And I actually enjoy being able to go back and read something I wrote and going “oh I like this” hahaha it’s a pleasant experience even if I find things I wish I could have written differently.

[thisdreamplace]

ashamed to say the 3D reflects our true inner reality, yes? my ENTIRE family has turned against me, after some atrocious conflicts in which they all ganged up on me nd judged me, name-calling, very hurtful things too, provoked me. i been dealing with some serious mental uh 'issues' on my own nd when this happend i was already on the verge of a breakdown nd the good news is while the conflict happened i kept telling myself theyre only reflecting me u can get thru it etc. Later i looked at the hard facts nd realised some of the hurtful things they said were my deep secret feelings abt myself. BUT my question is why the HELL cant they talk to me like normal people? confronting one person vs whole family, why?! i felt so small nd like an object, nd not a single person defended me. am i not a part of the family?

Part 2 is simply its been a week and theyve still been cold towards me as if I yelled AT THEM ABT THEIR PAINFUL 'tRuThS' in front of EVERYONE LMAOOO. At first if i was around we'd have dinner together while they'd all talk to each other like best friends aka sickeningly overly friendly while completely IGNORING me while i sat there. i could tolerate it. I WAS PISSED AT THEM TOO Now its too painful. They're having dinner without telling me, yesterday didnt leave enough food for me knowing i hadnt eaten, serve tea/snacks without my portion. i honestly feel so unspeakably trigered nd sad. worst is these things r reminding me of deep school memories when id feel excluded like this by other kids at parties or class activities nd its like im back there. anyway im glad i controled myself a bit nd didnt counter with horrid things abt them to THEM yet they think they can say the same to me. im so hurt rn i cant even tell u lol i was okay the whole week but now its too much,, ive been crying the whole day

thing is, ik this seems like 'im a victim oh noooo they ganged up on meee'. Nope its more like how do i change myself to change them?! u could say why not talk to them how they made u feel, except whenever ive defended myself in the past regarding hurtful things they/anyone in family did, the siblings/parents would say irritating things like: "oh so YOU'RE the one hurt? Oh thats right, its because YOU'RE right! yes, yes, you're always right. Forgive me for saying anything against the perfect person u are." Or one of them says: "You?! I hurt YOU? What about me? You don't care about me! So you think what ur doing is okay?" or "no, who do YOU think u are to tell ME what to do?" it just goes in circles like this! i dont deserve to hurt myself or do smth to myself even if they dont give a damn, even if years of silent suffering of the 'mEntAL pRoBlEms' (which my lovely parents have already told me is my fault years ago, hence why I NEVER show it to them, unless im crying too much then lol they just mock me, but idc abt THAT bcoz now ik i hav a right to let out my emotions)). i mean this is worse rjan usual. its kinda insane nd when guests come they start talking to me as if nothing's wrong then when they leave, they ignore me!

this whole twisted dynamics, feelijf left out nd helpless is ig some crazy assumptin from childhood of being alone nd unable to defend myself. plus when they argye with anyone, they become overly self-righteous nd over the years its clear they can only scream, blame the scapegoat and never talk abt serious matter like normal ppl. And yes, in the past when i bring this up, they like to reply with stuff like: "no YOU'RE the one who doesnt talk to US bla bla" like, when i do u just shut me down? have belittled my mental 'issues', mocked me when im at my worst, stabbed me with cruel silent treatments nd thinking its alright "bcoz of self-righteousness blegh". Or maybe i think its okay for them to punish me? or whatev? Like law says u get what u r. if these ~~~ keep doing this to me, im doubly ashamed to say this means im the one at fault?! i let this monster assunptin grow nd now idk what to do. the worst thing imo is how i failed to tell them,even if they ignored me in the past, how i feel when anything like this or a conflict happens nd none of them stand up for me, or at least are neutral to me. bcoz now if i do, they say nope, u dont care what we do, YOUR the shameless one :! so yeah they hav the advantage of 'numbwrs' while im too afraid to stand up for myself lol. btw they never apologize nd i suspect they expect ME to apologize to TYEM bcoz everything's already ruined bcoz of 'me'..... i give up on them, i really do, but my heart hurts. Either i harden my heart, nd save up to move out, OR i try to change my self or whatev assumptins i have. But how do i do that? i try afirming: "my familys so nice to me, im respected by them" but it feels so fake tears literally enter my eyes lol

firstly i want to say, thank you for coming here to vent and being open about your feelings. it’s so important sometimes to just let it all out, without holding back. so that way you can move forward more bravely, to create the life you truly want to experience. that being said, i am going to be completely honest with you here in hopes that perhaps it may inspire you and you will be ready to do what is needed for the life you truly want to experience.

“BUT my question is why the HELL cant they talk to me like normal people?” -> “i felt so small nd like an object, nd not a single person defended me. am i not a part of the family?” here is your question, and here is your answer. i think that being completely honest when venting your feelings can actually be so helpful, because if you read back what you have said, you will be able to clearly find the patterns that are creating your personal hell. FEELING IS THE SECRET. ASSUMPTIONS HARDEN INTO FACT. the true way you feel, becomes your experience. Feelings/assumptions/beliefs come first, and the experiences come second to confirm them. That’s all that’s happening here.

i am glad that you were able to keep your reactions to a minimum! that's wonderful and as many of us know, it can sometimes be hard to do in such hurtful circumstances. but you managed to do it, this shows just a small glimpse of the power you truly hold within. although emotionally you may feel out of control, there is still the choice to choose better for yourself which you demonstrated through your reaction to them. good for you!

the truth is, you acknowledge the victim mindset to seem like you’re not engulfed in it, but no, you’re still very clearly engulfed in it. as i have said before, you can’t be a VICTOR and feel bad about it. feeling bad about taking responsibility, about everyone is you pushed out, about any of these types of concepts automatically shows a victim mindset. talking to them won’t do anything, because there are no second causes. you could talk to them nicely, you could be the nicest person in the world. but you can’t pretend your way out of your inner world. your inner world is the one and only cause of your experiences. until you change the story you tell yourself, they will stay the same. this is a hard pill to swallow sometimes. and it can feel heavily, because it’s ultimately only you’re choice. they can’t change until you do. the heaviness of the situation may make it seem impossible to turn around, but that’s just an illusion. your emotional attachment to the situation makes it seem so real and hard to change, but no. that’s just an illusion too. however, it’s ultimately your choice. Do you want to take responsibility for your life, or do you want to keep being tossed around like your lost at sea, victim to the merciless angry waves? Because we always have a choice. No one chooses your inner world, you do. No one can go into your mind and decide things for you, that’s only your job.

you can harden your heart, but who would be the one who suffers more? It won’t be your family, i can assure you. it’ll only be you. by doing that, you keep that old story alive and therefore you keep experiencing it. you keep those stories alive that are desperately showing themselves to you, saying “LET US GO.” but you remain identified with those painful stories, so you grip onto them tight. you keep on thinking of possible reasons for their behavior, but you could just read your entire ask back to yourself and you’ll see every reason. your reactions, your beliefs about them, your emotional pain. its your refusal to let those things go, and focus on what you truly want that keeps you in this state and keeps them in this state. sure it’s painful to face the responsibility at first, but it’s not a blame game. thinking its about blame is just a misunderstanding of the teachings. it’s not about they’re so perfect and you’re so not, so you have to change your ways. it’s about this is how life works here. this is about... you can ONLY ever experience self. whatever is going on within, will be reflected in your outer world. it’s about how they can’t change, UNTIL YOU DO. so instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you have to decide to give yourself the gift of a wonderful life because you have that power too. you stop deciding they can be in control of your experience, and you decide your experience yourself.

to change your assumptions, stop trying to affirm over them and actually face what’s keeping you from believing in your desires. yeah, it’s going to be painful and uncomfortable. but you need to face the pain that you’re running away from, so that it can finally be released. you have to realize, it only stayed true because you believed it to be true. and if you are to live a life free from that story, and experience a more desirable story, then you must let the pain go. give yourself love and grace as you work through it, and know that there is a more beautiful side of life that awaits for you to accept it in.

No One To Change But Self

There is Nothing to Forgive

How to Sit with Your Triggers

give yourself the time you need, it's not race. the love that you wish to experience exists, allow it in. 💖

[kae-karo]

fic writer interview!

i saw @prince-liest do this and thus i will take ur 'tagging anyone who wants to do this' seriously lmaoooo (also hi btw hope ur well!!! 💜💜)

How many works do you have on AO3?

ahaha,,,,,159 lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

fdsjkkjlsfdklj as of today, 2,089,769

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

only three fsdjkldslfkj the phandom (dan&phil), bnha, and genshin!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

chosen (x) - zhongchi (genshin)

to love (and be loved in return) (x) - kaeluc (genshin)

little bird (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

feet don't touch the ground (x) - xiaoven (genshin)

i knew you were fire (x) - dabihawks (bnha)

honestly none of that surprises me except that little bird is still up there, although i think i owe that to sif (@the-final-sif) for sharing it around the time it got posted since it was partly inspired by her raptor stress grip post!!

the rest are all chaptered fics, which is mostly what i expected to be in the top 5 lmao

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yes!!! always!!!! no matter what u comment, i will respond!!! and if i don't, it's probably cause ao3 didn't notify me properly or i didn't see it in my inbox or something

as for why, it's mostly to do with like...i know how hard it can be for some people to comment, even just a bunch of heart emojis or a 'i loved this!' or something short and simple? and it means a lot to me that ppl are going out of their way to say something nice, no matter how small, and it's really really important to me to acknowledge that

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

hmm,,,,,this is a hard one, cause for a very long time, my policy was that my fic would always have a happy ending? and for a long time, that was true!! but the dabihawks interaction (during the raid) broke me, and from an emotional standpoint, i think freeing icarus (x) is probably the one that has the angstiest ending of the two or so that i wrote in that time?

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

u know i really haven't written any crossovers? it's normally not my thing cause my brain typically focuses on a single thing and doesn't really have the capacity to think about more than that, so i end up writing just au-style or fusion-style (shoutout to that one bnha but it was scooby doo fic i wrote - x)

i don't think i'd be opposed to writing a crossover but i'd have to be SUPER inspired by the idea and both fandoms lmao

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aha yes, i have. the only straight up hate i've received was on a kaeluc fic (surprisingly not because it was kaeluc, but bc i was 'mistreating' kaeya in the fic) - to be entirely fair, the commenter pointed out something that i hadn't realized myself, and it led to a second piece of the story that helped me tie up some loose ends, but...let's just say they weren't very kind about their feelings lmao

other than that, i had someone very upset because i didn't tag which character was bottoming in a fic (valid if that bugs u!) and they read through most of it before getting to the smut (and said that they enjoyed everything up to that point) then said they were 'disgusted' by it. i have opinions on that and a few other comments they made, but i will keep them to myself lmao

and beyond that, just a few ppl on my xiaoven fic saying that they were unhappy about the background kaeluc (which is tagged lmao) - really no hate whatsoever til genshin, honestly, which is...very hmmmm :) lmao

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yep!!! mostly vanilla or vanilla-adjacent lmao i'm not super into heavy kink, although i know if epi reads this she's gonna call me out for being a monsterfucker bc of my dragon!zhongli smut :) lmaoooo but really i tend to write pretty vanilla smut! i also prefer to avoid any noncon/dubcon or hate sex or anything particularly angsty, just not my jam to write!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hmm i don't think so? although i don't heavily monitor ao3 (or wattpad/ffn), so i can't really say that for sure lmao

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! i've had a few fics translated to russian (little bird is one of them!) which is very sweet and i hope that anyone who prefers to read in russian has been enjoying those fics!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

alksdfjklsdf only once, and it's deadass how me and rose got together. we decided to co-write a podcast au fic for the phandom (x) and ended up flirting via google docs asldkfjkldsfj

What’s your all time favourite ship?

what a horrible question, making me choose between my children like this!!!! sdlfkjdskf tbh i'm not sure i have a real answer bc it changes as i go? and 'favorite' is so vague,,,,,favorite to read? to write about? to think about? asdklfjkjsdfk i really don't know if i have an answer, but i'll maybe say kaeluc for now lmao

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

well first and foremost, with only 2 exceptions, i never post a fic unless it's done. i tend to follow wherever my passion leads my brain, so i'm notorious for jumping around between stories and taking breaks from long fic and returning later on to finish them, and i know that i would not do well under the pressure of posting something unfinished and trying to finish it in a timely manner

that said, many wips sit in my google doc folder, but one is Well Known as the one that has followed me through both the phandom and bnha (rose keeps asking who i'm gonna switch the chars to in genshin, but i think it suits bakudeku too well to do that) - only the lonely survive. it sits at like 36k in my wip folder, and i adore the story dearly and i want very much to finish it, but it never makes it quite to the forefront of my motivation, and so it rarely if ever gets worked on...i hate the idea of 'never' finishing it, but it's unfortunately quite likely that i won't 😭😭😭

What are your writing strengths?

emotion!!! and immersion!!! it's my goal in a fic to make it as immersive as possible and saturated with emotion to help convey that feeling of being in the place of the pov character, and i think i do it pretty well. also just bc i feel a little obligated to say it - another strength is actually sitting down and putting words down. i know that's a struggle for a lot of writers and i often get,,,,lovingly bullied? i guess? lmao for being able to bash out a few k in a day most days

What are your writing weaknesses?

this isn't so much a weakness i guess but i am basically incapable of treating crack fic as crack. if i have a cracky idea, it will, without a doubt, end up turning into a Perfectly Serious fic somehow (notable 'crack treated so seriously that it's no longer crack' fics include: todoroki doing the freeze-the-ocean thing from frozen 2, 'shmigaraki', todo and denki get together bc of vine references, the league sells feet pics, shiggy and natsu own a nightclub/bakery, scooby doo but make it bnha, and dabi getting his ears pierced at claire's)

but in all seriousness, i think my main weakness is that i often get comfortable? and i'm not one to typically push myself forcefully out of my comfort zone when it comes to stories that i come up with on my own, which often means that ideas inspired by discussions with others are what prompt me to branch out and try new things?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think, like anything, it has its place? there are certainly stories where it makes sense to do that and even adds depth to a story, although i personally am not exceptionally comfortable enough with other languages (except maybe asl) to do that in fic myself without the assistance of someone very comfortable with that language lmao

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the phandom! not really my jam to write rpf anymore but it definitely got me started and i'm really grateful for my time writing there, as everyone was super supportive and kind, and it was really a perfect place for a beginner to get comfortable and practice

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

again, forcing me to choose between my children...i really don't know that i can pick one fic bc they all exist in such wildly different spaces? i poured my worldbuilding soul into the king of disaster series (mainly dabihawks - x), exile (dan and phil - x) was my first massively long fic, our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone (chayea - x) is probably my favorite character/character dynamic study, i'm exceptionally proud of the smut in chosen (zhongchi - x), the list goes on and on and on lmao like. i could probably list half my fics as favorites in some regard dsflkjdfsjkl

anyway, tyty bellamy for putting this on my dash so i could do it as well!!

tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this, i have so many writer friends slkdjfjklsdf but please please tag me if u do it so i can read urs!!! 💜💜💜

[papa-evershed]

Tagged by the lovely @anna-hawk (Jon fandom is extremely lucky to have you BTW ♥)

1. Why did you choose your url?

Yes I just used this as an excuse to change back because I’ve been meaning to do it and I’m lazy. It started as a joke with friends that I worshiped Jon much like some folks worship Jesus and almost immediately I told them “Yep, gonna make a Tumblr URL from this” 🤷‍♀️

2. Any side blogs?

None that I use

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Since July 2012 according to my archive

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Nope. Keeping up with a queue just seems like more work and who has the energy for that? I just like stuff I wanna reblog at some point and eventually when I’m bored I go look at my likes and reblog the shit.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

My sister had also just made one and I wanted to get in on the action for access to Michael C. Hall and Dexter related stuff and thangs.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

He’s beautiful

7. Why did you choose your header?

Same reason, he’s beautiful.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

This gifset of Jon on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. (which just proves we all want more softer Jon content)  Also my dumbass had to google how to find my post with the most notes lmao and if anyone else is interested use this website

9. How many mutuals do you have?

No idea!

10. How many followers do you have?

Iunno, l got some

11. How many people do you follow?

I don’t feel like closing this to look but I think it’s about 300ish

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I’m not entirely sure what qualifies as a shit post but lbr, any text written by me is a shit post.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Some days a lot, other days I don’t even look at it

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once?

I’ve been dragged very hard for my thirst tags, one girl even had to go all the way to Twitter to CaLl Me OuT and there was definitely an explosion of shit because of her actions. IDK? Is that a fight? I get yelled at a lot by the purity police on Tumbly. I used to anyway. Now I just don’t have the mental energy to care enough to thirst tag anything, maybe I’ll find my groove again tomorrow. Or never.

15. How do u feel about “u need to reblog this” posts?

The second I read any variation of that phrase I scroll without even finishing the rest. IDGAF.

16. Do you like tag games?

I actually really love reading other people’s answers especially when the questions are something a bit different, ya feel?

17. Do you like ask games?

Same answer. (keeping @anna-hawk‘s answer)

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

You’re all famous to me. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

There are a lot that I’m genuinely inspired by for a variety of reasons! ♥

tagging: YOU if you’re reading this and want to do it. For serious. Just put that I tagged you because I am and I want to read everyone’s answers, thanks.