#THANK YOU AMA MWAH

[gggoldfinch]

fave lingua ignota song, gun to ur head <3

FUCKKKK I’ll give top 5 bc I wouldn’t dare to choose between them

“THE SOLITARY BRETHREN OF EPHRATA” (this might be my true #1 if I’m being honest)

“Woe to All (On the Day of My Wrath)” (my first lingy song uwu)

“All Bitches Die (All Bitches Die Here)”

“MAN IS LIKE A SPRING FLOWER”

“DO YOU DOUBT ME TRAITOR”

fun fact i have the same vocal range as Kristin so I can sing along with her high and low notes (also the guttural primal screaming)

[liesmyth]

fic writer questions

tagged by @liamlawsonlesbian MWAH ily <3333 I was tagged over at my rpf sideblog but I started doing this and realised how pan-fandom my account is :D

how many works do you have on AO3?

158 fics on my profile, stats page tells me it's 195 including anoned fics. sounds about right

what's your total ao3 word count?

slightly over 1 mil (1.030 mil apparently)

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

older ones in big fandoms. I killed a clown. AMA! & no sense of living without aim (IT Movies); some new beginning & good old-fashioned lover boy (Good Omens); Once More, with Feeling (Ted Lasso) <- ok this one is from last year and the fandom isn't that huge, I just got lucky with post timing.

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I DO I love comments!! I think people taking some time to let you know they liked something is amazing. I want to reply to that and also feed more comments

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering I have written character death a few times... I think my angstiest fic is probably my Ted Lasso big bang entry, one more time around, not so much because of the ending but because of the emotional beats. It's an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind AU with all that entails (memory loss) & there's an open ending that could be read as hopeful!!! but I still think the flashback scenes are #angst

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

OHHHH. Good question. I'm not a pure fluff person but I like happy endings. Probably my some of my "fix it" stuff, like well I rose, and I rose (Captive Prince, Theomedes lives); and (I think) the kids are in trouble (IT movies)

do you write crossovers?

Not often, I feel like it requires a lot of skill to make work. I've written two short crossovers I really like: The Art of Survival (ASOIAF & The Inheritance Cycle) and my body on the waves (The Old Guard & Pirates of the Caribbean)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Throwback to the time I got twitter cancelled for writing age difference selfcest and someone left me this fuckass essay after they attacked me somewhere more public (cringe) and I said I would respond to concrit if they had it. I will always think with pride about the line "Another positive is to recognize that you are indeed a good writer. That's partly a negative because without that I probably would not have read on. Morbid curiosity can only take you so far and it's easier to dismiss something that's been poorly written." <- thank u hater <3

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I write lots of emotionally horny smut that often doubles as character study (not only bc I have literary ambitions in my smut just because I think it's hot). I only rate a fic E when the smut is detailed enough that I think "somebody could potentially get off reading this". Otherwise it's M.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! Many of my fics were written as exchange gifts to somebody else so I hope it never happens.

have you ever had a fic translated?

yessssss <3 I have a blanket permission to translate / remix / podfic so knock yourself out

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not YET but I workshop so many fic ideas with friends. One day maybe.

what's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly, probably Vegeta/Bulma from DBZ. My het ship blueprint.

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Some of my old Captive Prince drafts, probably. And no sense of living without aim, my IT Eddie/Richie fic... I got so much fandom drama that year that I could never finish the last chapter. But my heart didn't want to put it on this list so maybe there's hope yet.

what are your writing strengths?

I think I'm very good at setting up emotional beats and making character voices feel distinct, both dialogue and POV

what are your writing weaknesses?

Action :/

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

I think it's cool if it's used in a way where it enriches the story. The reader should be able to understand what it means from context, without needing an in-text translation, and if you're using a limited POV the character should be able to understand at least some words in the language <- those are pet peeves of mine

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

First fic I ever wrote was Eragon (Paolini) when I was in middle school to show to my friend. First fic I ever posted was also Eragon on FFN. First fic I posted on AO3 I believe was ASOIAF or maybe the Vampire Diaries.

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

As I was tagged on this from Roman Holiday Chalex AU Jo Liamlawsonlesbian on the RPF sideblog. Chalex. In terms of fandom probably.... well.... BTVS / spuffy. Also this one time an anon on FFA named me among the authors they'd have liked to see writing Oasis RPF. I've been thinking about it

what's your favourite fic you've written?

It depends! I have SO many children. Some faves in my most recent fandoms: my voice in your head (F1 RPF rule 63 femslash); as lost as lost can be (Ted Lasso, Roy & Isaac); After Me, the Flood & at the last trumpet (Locked Tomb, Ianthe/Augustine /& John fic & Reverend Parents doing child assassination fic)

no-pressure tags: @antspaul @theriverbeyond @saiditallbefore @vegasgrandprix @sionisjaune

[junk-whunk-punk]

Haiiii, love your art! I always look forward to the next post... it's my guilty pleasure, really 😳

Can I ask for 🐻 and 🎼 for artist ask?

lovas mwah

Uhmmm???????😳😳🥺🥺🥺

my honest reaction ↑↑↑

FUCKKKKK ITS AN UNBELIEVABLE ACHIEVEMENT FOR ME TO REALIZE MY ART IS SOMEONE'S GUILTY PLEASURE WTFFFFFFF IT MADE MY DAY COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HOW U R SO NICE AHEM???????¿!?¡????!?!?#?'?#(_($)'?MVM

(i cry it all out in chat one day cuz i dunno how to express all my scream rn sooooorrryyyyy🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹)

OKAY THE ASKS

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

Ow I NOTICED i need comfort often nowadays but, as i have a little soothing stuff irl lmao, i comfort myself with comforting pics😌 Usually I draw soft ships to soothe myself and then i cry why they are so sweet (im weird👹)

I KNOW I NEVER DRAW RUSSINGON. BUT THIS SHIP IS SOOOO COMFY FOR ME IN ANY WAY. I LOVE THEM and i hope i'll draw some sunny pics with them CUZ THEMMMMMM🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗

(ama permanent silvergifter so i draw Sawwuron and Celebrimbor in a healthy ship cuz i want my fav guys be happy with each other. If not me, someone must be happy here. Yeah. That😌)

SO THE CONCLUSION: to comfort myself, my go-to things to draw are healthy and happy ships. Or a character lying in the meadow grass. Or bottlings guts blood and fire when i need my anarchism burst.

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

Aaaa exact songs?? OH YEAS CATCH MY LATEST PLAYLIST FOR PICS I'LL NEVER FINISH

Ever Fallen in Love – Pete Yorn (to draw snotty happy sunny ships)

Shoot Him Down! – Alice Francis (to draw Langon×Thuringwethil or sexual-tension-silvergifting SORRY I DUNNO)

Forevermore – Lord of the Lost (TO DRAW DARK!CELEBRIMBOR WOOF WOOF BARK BARK)

Live Like an Animal – SOFT PLAY (to draw my punkzz)

Back to Paradise – Reckless Love (to draw ship stuff)

Fallschirmjägerglück – Bundeswave (to draw Langon i dunno again)

Puhe – Ruoska (to draw Melkrrrrr)

I can continue endlessly but I just love different genres but german and finnish growling voices strike right into my heart🫦 (Ruoska my love sorry)

THANK YOU SOOOO SO SO so SO So SSO sO MUCH MA BAE💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

[grimmwulf-a]

MUSE SURVEY: BATTLE EDITION.

↳ does your muse, whilst fighting...

bolded - main verses . italics - v4 specific . bold + italics - overlap .

fight honorably  /  fight dirty  /  prefer close - quarters  /  prefer range  /  chat during  / go silent /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  / aim to disarm  /   fight defensively  /  strike first  /  provoke easily  / provoke their opponent  / tease  /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and / or apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to  / fight because they want to  /  fight without regards to wounds  /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another  /  prefer a blade /  prefer a gun  /  prefer to use their ability /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle /  fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed /  use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings /  avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style /  making it up as they go  / mastered their skillset  /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  / elegant fighter /  accept defeat  /  refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls )  /  move efficiently  /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  / defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages ( ex: use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back /  fight ruthlessly  /  show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  /  fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight  /  has killed  / refuses to kill  /  want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly.

tagged by: @lapinferno [thank you mwah mwah] tagging: @fooltarot . @paradisecursed . @ama-tcra-su . @airxn [for xavier] . @fullmctal . @rhpsdys . @terribleweh . @rathalascendant . @wolfvirago . @lykaiia . @spiriitum . AND YOU!!

[barbieaemond]

I will humbly ask you my queen what is your favourite colour 🤲🏻 and btw since I almost never add anything serious in the tags of my reblogs besides stupid fangirling things, I want you to know you're AWESOME, and the gifs you make are amazing 🧡 not to mention your fics 🧡 so yeah I'll leave now bye mwah ciao ama

Amooo thank you so so much!! I fucking love your tags, especially the unhinged ones in Italian💀 Anyway, my fav color is black 🖤

Ciao ciao ciao mwah 😘😘😘

[thebestbossjess2]

The new AMA.

Please ask me disgusting humiliating degrading questions, or any other questions you want.

Every ask I get I will edge.

You can add a tit slap with my tack bra on, or an hour plugged. Just let me know in your ask.

Thank you @collegecuckcake25 for the ideas

Mwah

[hobgayblin]

Happy 4/4 I finally sat down and wrote my 2000 word essay on Jhin’s gay coding and why he’s a gay gay homosexual gay

I think tumblr is still weird with links so I’m going to post it under the cut and also link in the comments.

IMPORTANT NOTES: 1. I am insane I know this thank you mwah 2. This is mostly unedited because I am tired so if things sound weird I’m sorry gdfhfs 3. This is not meant for argument I don’t care if you think he’s another sexuality but I don’t want to hear it on my post about why he’s gay. I will block you ❤️

The (Probably Unintentional) Gay Coding of Khada Jhin

Since his release in 2016 Jhin as a character has hexed and bewitched me, a humble homosexual. Jhin is to date still one of the most interesting characters in League of Legends in all aspects: design, theme, lore, and character wise. One thing that has also caught my interest about him in all my insanity driven frantic delving into his character is the very subtle gay coding that exists in the writings about him. Very subtle meaning of course, easy to ignore and in some cases perhaps not even canon any more, (such as background information that was given about him on old official riot boards that have since been taken down). The coding still exists, however, and I’m going to unearth it like an archaeologist driven by some divine madness to tell everyone why this pixel man is gay.

To start off, it’s important to understand what gay coding is as well as why and how it’s used. Gay– or the more general Queer-- coding is a type of subtext in media used to imply a character is LGBT+ in nature without explicitly stating it1. Historically it’s been used in times where creators are legally unable to confirm such things, or cannot otherwise because of moral taboos against queer people. The same is still true now, especially for big game studios like Riot who don’t want to confirm their character’s being gay due to queer content being restricted in some countries internationally. However, this phenomenon cannot be blamed by that alone, as it is still largely due to homophobia in League’s NA servers, and Riot’s cowardice. This is especially true for not confirming characters as gay men as opposed to the several lesbians and bisexual women riot has confirmed, but that’s a topic I’ll get into later. Now to explain how the gay coding works it’s very simple: Use tropes commonly associated with gay people. To explain how some of these tropes are used, we’ll look into Jhin’s actual character, quotes, and backstory.

Immediately looking into the backbone of Jhin’s character we find the arts. He’s very theatrical, even working in the theater for quite a while in his youth, and obviously obsessed with creating art. While these aren’t exclusive to gay people by any means, these are both interests that are highly prevalent in gay communities and used to make characters in media read as obviously gay. Theater and the arts are also seen as more feminine, flamboyant, and campy in nature, which is also tied to gay men. Obviously Jhin isn’t interested in theater like a character from Glee, but he certainly fits into the role of “flamboyant performance artist5,” just more nuanced and evil. Again, obviously not every man interested in theater can be typecast as gay. The flamboyant nature and tone of most of his voice lines and speech mannerisms2,6 that go with his theater background, however, make it very gay. I don’t even have a semi-academic or succinct way to describe how the tone and wording choices for Jhin read as gay (without taking 10 pages to discuss every line). I, as a gay man, simply look through or listen to the words he says and think “okay [SLUR REDACTED]” we get it, you’re gay. Moving away from the association with theater and flamboyancy as obvious gay signaling, there are some other bits of Jhin’s character that read as gay as well.

On his release or near it, one of Jhin’s writers did an AMA (ask me anything) about him and his backstory. Tragically, the original boards were deleted, but a summary of some of the points was made by a reddit user4 on a discussion of his backstory. Before getting into it, it is important to note that technically none of what has been said in the forums/reddit threads is official canonical lore, or could be easily retconned in future stories, but I will be discussing it anyway because I think it’s important to the character. In the thread the fact that stands out the most to me is Jhin’s strained relationship with his father. Even going so far as to say “his father never accept[ed] him for who he was4.” Which of course is probably in reference to a young Jhin’s budding fascination with death, but is also the most explicit, slap to the face instance of gay coding in his character. The exact phrasing of his father “not accepting him for who he was” is a sentiment gay men, and other queer people, can frequently relate to and is usually used in media to tell that a character is gay. Again it has the plausible deniability of being about Jhin’s interests instead, and being on a social media board instead of written into canon, but it’s some of the only information we have regarding Jhin’s younger life/relationship with his family at this point in time. Going along with that also there is a point in the thread about Jhin’s father forcing him to learn his method of fighting with chi-daggers as opposed to letting him learn his own way (and then him rebelling by learning his own way anyway)4. This point isn’t directly related, but it’s not unusual for fathers to try to force their gay/seemingly gay sons into more “masculine” activities (such as fighting in this case) as if that will steer them away from being gay. Moving away from the bits of technically unconfirmed backstory (for now), there’s more to explore in his canonical interactions as well. 

Up to this point in my analysis most of Jhin’s coding can be interpreted as a general sort of queer coding. Everything mentioned could also be applicable to bisexual men or any other form of queer man as well, but Jhin has something extra that really pushes him into the category of specifically homosexual, in my eyes. In almost every instance of writing Jhin has been in, whether it be the Zed comic, or his short stories, or even his voice lines in the game itself, Jhin has shown explicit disinterest in women. The in-game voice lines are the most subtle of them for sure, and could probably be taken as misogyny instead of a nod to homosexuality. With how he comments on Miss Fortune “needing a wardrobe upgrade6” and Illaoi wearing “too much gold6” it doesn’t just read as him being rude, it invokes a couple other staples of gay tropes: 1. Being a catty bitch, and 2. Having an interest in and commenting on people’s fashion choices. This isn’t limited to the women either, he also comments on Tahm Kench’s fashion choices in two separate voice lines, so he clearly has at least a passing interest in fashion (gay). In the comic and his short story, however, his disinterest is much more explicit. He has, on multiple occasions, referred to women as looking “boring”-- In both the Zed comic2, when he is talking about a woman Zed has a crush on, and also his color story The Man With The Steel Cane3, when he is referring to a woman at an inn he’s staying at. Perhaps he is just talking about how boring conventionally attractive women look, but in a world where every single character is made to be beautiful and conventionally attractive I doubt there would be any women he doesn’t find boring. And also given his highly theatrical character, “boring” seems to be one of the worst things Jhin could find someone; how could he make art out of something boring, something devoid of inspiration? This also sticks out as disinterest in women due to the fact that it’s been said more than once, in what is technically two-thirds of the written stories for him. One could argue he is also not interested in men or any other gender either, and in fact the same message boards that gave us some of his backstory would agree with that. However, I am gay and I make the rules.

Much of this coding as well as a couple other things could potentially point towards Jhin being asexual, or even both gay and ace. Unfortunately I cannot find a good source, but I remember another AMA answer floating around of Jhin being called “gunsexual” when one of his writers was asked about his sexuality. Now, ignoring the minor homophobia of making a joke out of his sexuality, this can be interpreted in a couple ways. It can be interpreted as Jhin being asexual, and disinterested in anything aside from his gun, the source of his artistic expression. Or, it can be interpreted as dodging the question of sexuality because Riot cannot/doesn’t want to confirm characters (especially men) as being gay. I find it important to note that this, while a joke, does point to him being queer in some respect though, as I feel a joke would not be made to keep his sexuality vague were he just simply heterosexual. Going back to a previous point, I think Riot is dancing around Jhin being gay because they know announcing a champion, especially a popular champion, as gay will receive backlash. Looking again at characters they have officially announced as gay there are a number of lesbians (Neeko, Leona, Diana, Caitlyn, Vi possibly Nidalee), and bisexual women (Rell, Nami, arguably some in the lesbian category), but only one gay/queer man (Varus). This is because of a double whammy of homophobia and lesbophobia, wherein lesbians are more marketable to their huge userbase of cis heterosexual men due to prevalence of lesbian fetishization, and also gay men are reviled and would be seen as “ruining a character” due to the rampant homophobia of the same group. Which is to say, unfortunately I don’t think Jhin will ever exist as gay outside of just his subtle coding. That is a whole separate issue I could go on about at length, however that is not the topic of this essay.

Looking back at what has been discussed, it is incredibly clear to me personally that Jhin is a gay man. Possibly also an asexual man; though I personally feel that would be, in a canon sense specifically, a bad move for Riot to make him asexual. I do agree Jhin can be read as asexual and I appreciate ace Jhin headcanons from other fans, however, in the context of canon sexuality I think it would be sweeping all of his explicitly gay coding under the rug and label him as anything but gay. That, again, is another whole conversation to have in a place that is not this essay. Looking at Jhin’s backstory, his interests and mannerisms, his several accounts of disinterest in women, and other smaller details of his character, I feel it is fair to say this man is absolutely homosexual. He may be too busy with his art and murders to seek a relationship, but this man loves other men.

References: (version with links attached in comments)

1. “Queer coding”, Wikipedia, last modified on 28 March, 2022, 

2. Shafer, Odin. Zed, Issue #2 (other issues referenced as well), Marvel Worldwide Inc, 2019-2020.

3. Shafer, Odin. “The Man With The Steel Cane.” 

4. @la_goanna."Jhin's Family/ Backstory." Reddit, 2020, 

5. TV Tropes.  Performance Artist.(See also: All Gays Love Theater) 

6. League of Legends Fandom Wiki. Jhin/LoL/Audio. 

[kaimelia]

can you write something set some point after the finale where they’ve barely spoken but amelia gets sick at work and link puts everything aside to be there and help her?

july

a/n: this. may not have been meant for angst but oops

also literally thank you to the anon who sent this because for some reason this was like really quick to write and honestly the inspiration I needed mwah ily <3

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"Suture, please," Link asked, holding out his hand to take the suture from the nurse. "Thank you."

"Dr. Lincoln?" He turned around to see an intern in the doorway of the O.R. "You're Dr. Shepherd's emergency contact, and she's in the hospital."

"What happened?"

"I can close," Levi spoke from across the patient.

"You sure?" He nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Schmitt," Link handed the suture to him, pulling off his surgical gown and throwing it in the bin. "What happened to her?"

"She was in surgery and collapsed. She's been unconscious since. She's in 2304."

"Thank you," he muttered, breaking into a run towards the second floor, pushing past his coworkers until he burst through the door of the hospital room. "How is she?" Teddy glanced up from beside Amelia.

"She's been unconscious for about twenty minutes, but we've got her hooked up to an I.V., and we're waiting on bloodwork." Link pulled off his mask and sighed, leaning over as he placed his hands on his knees and breathed deeply. "She'll be okay, Link. Has she been feeling sick lately?"

"I don't-I don't know, I haven't-"

"It's okay," Teddy smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll come back as soon as we get the blood work back. I just didn't want her to be alone."

"Thank you." He watched as Teddy left before turning to Amelia, pulling a stool up to the bed and staring at her.

He wanted to reach for her hand, but given the lack of communication between them over the past week, he stopped himself.

There were dark circles under her eyes, and her skin was so pale that it nearly glowed in the dim light of the hospital room. She was hooked up to a heart monitor that was beating steadily and provided some solace to Link as he watched the rise and fall of her chest, the small reminders that there was, in fact, a person there.

He rolled the stool back against the wall and laid his head back, sighing heavily and crossing his arms over his chest to ignore the shaking of his hands. He looked up a moment later to see her eyes open.

"Hey," he whispered, hesitantly leaning forward.

"What happened?"

"You passed out in surgery. Blood work came back to say that you're not getting enough nutrition. You feeling okay?" Amelia glanced up at the I.V. bag above her and sighed.

"Just haven't been eating much recently. When can I leave?"

"You should stay until the I.V. finishes, at least. And then have a meal or something here. I can take you home tonight." She sat up in bed and reached for her phone on the table beside her.

"You don't have to do that. I'll get Maggie."

"Amelia, let me drive you to Mer's. I won't make you come home, I won't stay or anything, just let me take you back."

"Why are you even here? You should hate me."

"I'm your emergency contact; the nurse pulled me out of surgery to come, and I wasn't going to leave you alone. Amelia, even if I'm upset and confused about whatever happened, I still care about you and love you, so I want to make sure that you're okay." She stared at him for a moment before looking down at the I.V. in her arm, taking a deep breath before she yanked it out, wincing slightly. "What are you doing?" He stood up quickly and placed a hand on her arm, lightly keeping her down on the bed.

"I just wanna go home."

"You need to take care of yourself. You passed out in the middle of surgery, and I'd assume you're dehydrated. You look exhausted, and honestly, if you stand up, I think you might fall over. If you're not doing well, you can take the time to get better, but you can't show up at work and expect everything to magically get better." She glared up at him and shoved his hand away. "Altman won't even clear you to leave yet."

"I will sign an AMA. I can't be in this building right now." She shifted her legs off the edge of the bed, sliding her feet into her shoes.

"I'll get Scout from daycare," he grabbed his phone from the couch.

"No."

"No?"

"Nope. I need to be at home with him right now; I don't want to be without my son." Link cocked his head to the side and held back a groan as he watched her gather her belongings.

"I haven't seen him in almost a week."

"And whose fault is that? You could've called, you could've come over, yet you didn't. You've chosen to not see him, and I'm not going to let you take him now just because you sat by my bed while I was unconscious for a few hours," she muttered, taking the jacket Link had brought from her locker and pulling it around her body.

"You're talking like you don't trust me with him, Amelia; he is my son."

"And he's my son. And I want to be with him right now, so you're welcome to call another time, and we can figure something out, but for now? I'm going to pick him up and take him home." She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Thank you for staying, but I'm fine now."

"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself? Eat something when you get home, drink water, get some good rest."

"You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself; I'm an adult."

"But you're not. Taking care of yourself, Amelia, you look like crap. Your legs are shaking, you're as pale as I've ever seen you, your bloodwork made me think you haven't eaten anything in the past week; what the hell is going on?" She walked towards the door and stopped with her hand on the door handle. "Amelia, you don't have to shut me out. Just tell me what's going on."

"You lost the right to know that when you pulled out those rings, in front of the kids, not even bothering to pay attention to how much I've been struggling over these past few months. You don't get to know." She walked out, leaving Link behind with a slammed door and tears in her eyes.

[naminethewriter]

Mwah ha ha... You reblogged the ama about my writing Ask...

What was the last thing you thought about writing? :)

What an interesting question! That I found too hard to answer and then forgot about! So sorry 🙈 Now I��m tired so let’s see where the stream of consciousness leads us, shall we?

Writing is a beast. I enjoy it and I do it in my head almost constantly but it’s so much harder when I have a paper/laptop in front of me. Somehow the words then start struggling and  a scene, that just sounded so good in my head a moment ago, won’t let itself be written like that.

I have so much time on my hands, so many opportunities to write but every time there is a voice in my head telling me that it’s too hard, it won’t come out right and the amount of feed-back I’ll get will be so minimal, it’s not really worth it.

I’m writing for myself first and foremost but it still kills my motivation when a fic gets like 40 or so hits on Ao3 but only 5 or 6 kudos. Makes me wonder if people are stingy with them, if they dislike the fic or didn’t even read it till the end...

I love writing, I love sharing my writing but... I struggle with it a lot.

But as a New Years Resolution I figured I’ll try to publish at least one fic per month. Start with at least a little bit consistency 🥰

Thank you for the ask, @edupunkn00b 💙

[ash-and-starlight]

Hi! I don't usually do this but I see your other AMA posts and I have to second what they say about Aang and Rangi. Your interpretations of them are beautiful and have replaced whatever hazy, fuzzy image my warpy brain made of them (well, Rangi mostly) because they're so perfect. Also, I never considered Zukka before but your illustrations have opened my mind/heart to them :) <3 be well!

First thing first thank you so so much for reaching out! it means SO MUCH to me as an artist when people tell me that the way I draw a certain character feels right/ true to themselves, (like, as someone who mostly does fanart & tries to do these Beloved characters justice it is. Everything to me fkhdjd.)

And I’m so happy you like the way I drew Rangi too! I had such a clear picture of her while reading the books and the fact that you like my interpretation of her?? Priceless thank you so much T-T (as for the zukka omg thank you & you’re welcome lmao, this pairing hit me like a truck)

Tysm for this ask and take care!! Mwah mwah 💕💕

[ionianstar]

Some soft dom!Mammon love.

Not sexual, just soft and sweet. Dom/sub dynamic is only really visible in one tiny part so I don't think it'll be a problem for younger readers but as with anything, use your own discretion.

I'm using my f!OC Ama, but if y'all want me to upload a GN version, I can do that too.

Please enjoy 💛

Ama picked up her phone and opened the chat with Mammon.

She stared at the blank text box and then closed it, dropping her phone next to her.

She grabbed the pink sheep plush Mammon had bought for her and hugged it to her chest.

"What do you think, Sheepie? Text him?" Ama spoke to the plush as she rested her chin on its head.

She gave it a few moments before nodding.

"I agree." She gave the plush one last squeeze and grabbed her phone again, opening the chat once more.

Babe

It wasn't long before he replied.

Yea

Ama faltered and she bit her lip, contemplating how to say what she wanted. Mammon sent another message before she could begin to type hers.

You okay? Ya need something?

Ama made a strangled sound and typed.

canIcomeandcuddleand

youtellmeimyourgoodgirl?

She hit send before her embarrassment got the better of her.

Mammon didn't reply immediately, probably taking time to decipher her string of words.

After a few tense moments, his picture appeared on her screen.

He was calling her.

She groaned aloud and flopped back onto her bed, pulling Sheepie over her face before answering.

"Ya know, if ya wanted attention ya coulda just asked, babe."

His voice held the sound of a smile and Ama groaned again.

"Why'd you call? You coulda just answered in the chat." She brought the mic close to her mouth but didn't move Sheepie off her face.

"That woulda been too easy love. Besides, I missed your voice."

Ama's face burned and she made a tiny noise. Mammon chuckled deeply on the other end and Ama did it again, her heart doing flips in her chest.

"So that's what you want? Attention?"

Mammon's voice took on a familiar tone and Ama felt her stomach tighten.

"All needy and whiny for your boyfriend but can't even tell him cuz you're embarassed."

"I'm hanging up." Ama moved the phone away from her ear and her finger hovered over the red "End call" button.

Mammon said nothing for a few moments and Ama tentatively put the phone back to her ear.

"I thought you were hanging up, babe." Mammon's voice was low and teasing and Ama muffled a frustrated noise into the sheep.

"I'll be home soon, sweets. Just finishing up some work with Lucifer." A familiar deep voice sounded in the background.

"Hello Ama." Lucifer's voice held the same teasing lilt as Mammon's and Ama felt her entire body break into goosebumps.

"He's been there the whole time?!" She shrieked, embarassment flooding her entire body. Mammon laughed a full laugh and Ama couldn't help the fond flutter amidst the embarrassment.

"He's sworn to secrecy the same as I. We have an agreement. Don't we, brother?"

Ama heard a sound like a clap on the shoulder. Lucifer chuckled in the background.

"Indeed, brother."

Mammon said something to him that Ama didn't catch and then she heard footsteps receding and the distinct sound of a door closing.

"Sweets? You still there?" Mammon's voice was softer.

Ama made an affirmative noise.

"I'll be home in a few. Promise to be a good girl while you wait?"

Ama nodded on instinct before remembering he couldn't see.

"I promise. I just miss you alot." She flopped onto her side and hugged the plush closer.

"I know, babe. I miss you too. Just a few minutes, okay? We're packing up now anyway."

There was the sound rustling of papers and jingling keys and metal drawers opening and closing.

"Okay. Safe travels, both of you."

Mammon chuckled and Ama smiled at the sound.

"Thanks babe. See you soon. Love ya lots. Mwah!" Mammon made a loud kissing noise into the phone and Ama giggled.

"Love you too." She responded and Mammon chuckled once more before hanging up.

Ama put down the phone and allowed herself a giddy smile.

[gggoldfinch]

a little sad that The World Ender hasn’t gotten nearly as much interaction as From Eden (not that FE has gotten as much interaction either likely bc it’s like 60% xOC) but alas. I write for me and one (1) friend so at least we’re doing a silly little jig together 🤷🏻‍♀️🕺🏻

[hikineet-trash]

Everyone who's still finding and reblogging my post about the Failbetter AMA and coming here to interact a bit;

Know that I am obnoxiously kissing you on the forehead like an overbearing aunt at a family reunion.

*Mwah*

Thank you for the notes sweetpea, I love you! Now you go enjoy the macaroni salad, I made quite a bit and it needs to get ate, and lord knows your cousins won't.

[fallin-4-ya]

ciao, ciao friends! i am so sorry for disappearing! i really have missed all of you wonderful people on here.

i have pretty much been going through it. school has been hard and i got my heart broken. not a good combo. i’m still hurting a little bit, so i am not sure how long it will take for me to write again. but, i still want to be active on my account and post as much as i can! 

thank you all for all the love and well wishes you have sent, they made my heart so full. i hope to get back to writing soon and sharing some work. i am crossing my fingers that a wave of inspiration comes quickly and soon. i have dearly and truly missed you all immensely. sending you all the most love in the world.

cin, cin! e vi ama tutti! mwah!

[genshin-obsessed]

Okies! I've added you and my name in game is Ama with a Chongyun pfp 🥺❤

BTW CONGRATS ON 1K FOLLOWERS POCKET!! YOU DESERVE IT N SUCH MWAHS MWAHS -💧anon

I added you🥺🥺🥺

THANK YOUUUU💖💖🥺💖💖 MWAH

[yastaghr]

Broken Things Shine Brighter 14

You can find the next chapter of BTSB on Ao3 Here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13431909/chapters/47642734

Or under the cut!

Papyrus raced through the snow. His long legs carried him far and fast. He had to be the first one to get there. He just had to!

Finally he rounded a corner and caught sight of them. There they were. A human. The first human he would be able to collect a soul from. They were maybe a few inches taller than his brother, so something like five foot two. Their skin was a rich tan, maybe a little darker than the color of cinnamon. They had small brown eyes set high in their face. A broad nose filled out most of the rest of their face. They had prominent cheekbones and thin lips. They were wearing a loose black t-shirt and jeans over leather moccasins.

The human stopped walking the moment they spotted him. They held their hands up, showing that they held no weapons. Papyrus slowed to a stop about three feet away. The monster and the human stared at each other in silence. It was broken by a racking cough from the human that brought up blood.

“Heh. Sorry about that,” The human said quietly as they wiped off the little trail of blood. “It is why I am here. Are you a policeman?”

Papyrus blinked. He’d heard that word before. What did it mean again? “oh. i’m not a member of the guard, but i am a sentry. kind of like the next tier down. i can still make arrests and such. i just don’t have to wear the stupid armour. why?”

The human smiled. “The old man wouldn’t take my soul. I asked if a policeman would have the proper authority. He said yes.”

“why do you want someone to take your soul?” Papyrus asked with a frown. “you do know you’ll have to die for that to happen, right? why would you want to die?’

The human laughed. It fell apart into another coughing fit. More blood came up. “Heh. Pain will do odd things to a person, and I am in a great deal of pain. And even if I did not want it, death is coming to me. I am dying of cancer. It has already spread to too many places for even the best doctor to fight it. If I am going to die, it is better to make use of it to right a wrong than to waste it. My people have many stories, stories that have been passed down for generations in such a way that nothing is lost. Others may have forgotten about the monsters we locked down below, but we have not. We remember your bravery, your kindness, your generosity. You saved many of my ancestors’ lives. We were wrong to help lock you below. I am here to help you regain the sunlight you never should have lost.”

Papyrus blinked, dumbfounded at the passion in the speech this human had brought. Their eyes sparkled with a light he had seen before. A sense of justice was hard to deny. Who was he to argue with it?

“What is your name, human?” Papyrus asked as he summoned his weapon. It was a four foot glaive with a one foot blade of pure amber magic on the end of it.

The human eyed it with a calm acceptance he couldn’t help but admire. They closed their eyes and tilted their head back, ready to die. “Ama. My name is Ama. It means water in my people’s language, tsaligi gawonihisdi, or Cherokee in the language we are speaking.”

Papyrus readied his weapon, pointing it at their throat. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Ama. It will not be for nothing.

With that, Papyrus quickly sliced through their throat. Blood spurted out for a few seconds, then it died off to a trickle. Ama smiled weakly, closed their eyes, and collapsed to the ground. A few seconds later their soul floated into being above their chest. It was bright yellow. The bells faced upward. There were no pockmarks or scars on it. Papyrus could almost be jealous.

He didn’t take a lot of time to admire it. He dismissed his weapon and quickly grabbed the soul. He pulled a canister out of his pocket. It was a modified vacuum tube. The yellow soul fit perfectly into it. Papyrus smiled and pocketed the tube. One down, six to go.

Blue pulled himself up the staircase one hand at a time. He was exhausted and shaky and he really wasn’t in the mood for a fall. He was still too fragile; he wouldn’t survive. So he dragged himself up by the railing with a white-knuckled grip - at least, it would have been white knuckled if he had skin.

When he reached the top of the landing he paused. His breathing was harsh. Best to take a little break. He looked around at all the decorations, comparing them to what he could remember of his own. They matched up pretty well - a bone flag replaced their painting, the door to Sans’ room still had warning signs and caution tape, green and blue fire flickered from underneath Papyrus’ door - but then Blue noticed the shrine.

In the far corner of the upstairs hallway, wedged in between the balcony door and Sans’ room, was a little wooden shrine. It hung about three feet off the ground and was made of wood so dark it was almost black. Little candles riddled the shelf. In the center of them all were five jars.

“I SEE YOU HAVE NOTICED OUR SHRINE,” Sans said from just behind him. “IT WAS HARD TO FIND THE WOOD, BUT THEY DESERVED IT.”

Blue gulped and asked shakily, “um...who are they?”

Sans frowned at him. “IS IT NOT THE CUSTOM IN YOUR WORLD TO HONOR YOUR LOVED ONES IN THIS MANNER?”

Blue shook his head. “we spread their dust on the thing they loved most.”

“AH. I SEE,” Sans said quietly. “THAT IS NOT THE CUSTOM HERE. WE PUT THEIR ASHES OR DUST IN JARS AND KEEP THEM AROUND SO WE CAN REMEMBER THEM AND INCLUDE THEM IN OUR LIVES.”

Blue smiled. “that sounds nice. i’ve always felt weird about the dust scattering. you can never get the grit off of the item, and that means you can never use it again.”

“WHAT A WASTE. THIS IS MUCH MORE PRACTICAL,” Sans said proudly.

“it’s definitely different, that’s for sure,” Blue said noncommittally. “um...is it alright if i ask who is in your jars? i can’t remember having anyone that close to me and paps...although that doesn’t mean there wasn’t.”

Sans walked over to the shrine and pointed to each jar in turn. There were the suspicion of tears in the corners of his eye sockets.

“THIS IS POE. HE WAS A GOOD DOG - BETTER THAN SOME OF OUR SENTIENT DOGS. HE WAS NOT VERY SMART, BUT HIS SHEER SIZE MADE HIM A GOOD GUARD. HE WAS A NEWFOUNDLAND THAT FELL DOWN INTO THE DUMP AS A PUPPY. HE HAD A COLLAR AND MICROCHIP, SO WE THINK HE FELL DOWN BY ACCIDENT. WE HAD HIM FOR 6 YEARS. HE SLIPPED ON THE ICE ON ONE OF OUR WALKS AND BROKE HIS NECK.”

Sans moved on to the next jar and said angrily, “LOVECRAFT WAS A BASSET HOUND. HE WAS TALKATIVE AND FIERCE WHEN PROVOKED. SOMEBODY SHOT HIM, BUT THEY DIDN’T KILL HIM. HE WAS LAYING THERE SUFFERING FOR HOURS. WHEN I FOUND HIM I HAD TO PUT HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY. THE BULLET COLLAPSED ONE OF HIS LUNGS.”

Blue was horrified. “who would shoot a creature like that? non-sentient dogs are so rare. there… there was a waiting list in my world. we were pretty low on it, but we would have gotten one eventually.”

Sans smiled. “WE HAVE LOTS OF DOGS FALLING DOWN INTO THE DUMP OR BEING BORN IN LITTERS. CATS, TOO, ALTHOUGH THE CATS ARE LESS HAPPY ABOUT IT.”

“i can imagine,” Blue said quietly. “are the rest of the jars all pets?”

“YES,” Sans nodded. “THEY WERE ALL MUTTS, BUT GOOD DOGS. SHELLEY LOVED TO DIG. SHE ACCIDENTALLY CAUSED AN AVALANCHE THAT CRUSHED HER SPINE. STOKER WE GOT AS A PUPPY. HE LIVED FOR 14 YEARS BEFORE CANCER OVERWHELMED HIM. THE LAST JAR IS STEVENSON. SHE WOULD EAT ANYTHING. SHE ATE SOME RAT POISON AND BLED OUT FROM A CUT BEFORE WE COULD SAVE HER.”

“i’m so sorry for your loss,” Blue said, holding his hands out for a hug. “It must have hurt to lose them.”

Sans waved the hug away. “IT’S BEEN YEARS. POE WAS THE LAST OF OUR PACK. THE MAGNIFICENT SANS WOULD NOT BE SO CRUEL AS TO CARE FOR A DOG KNOWING IT WAS GOING TO DIE. THE DOCTORS HERE DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM.”

Blue tentatively asked, “are there no veterinarians here?”

Sans blinked at him as if he were speaking gibberish. “WHAT SORT OF NONSENSE IS THAT? YOU MUST HAVE HIT YOUR HEAD HARDER THAN WE THOUGHT.”

“a veterinarian,” Blue said quietly, “is like a doctor who only sees non-sentient creatures. we had a few back home. it’s a lot of schooling and studying. there’s way more people who want to be vets than there are spots for them in the schools. it’s a huge challenge.”

Sans stroked his chin thoughtfully, a wicked gleam glittering in his eyes. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERFECT CHALLENGE FOR THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! I WILL BECOME THE BEST VET THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! NO ANIMAL WILL DIE FROM SOMETHING I CAN PREVENT. ILLNESS AND PARASITES WILL TREMBLE BEFORE ME! I CAN SEE IT NOW! DR. SANS, THE GREATEST VETERINARIAN OF ALL TIME! MWAH HAH HAH!”

Blue felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer enthusiasm of the monster next to him. He couldn’t help but grin. “i’m sure you will be. if there’s anything i can do to help you achieve that, let me know.”

“I WILL DO IT ON MY OWN!” Sans said fiercely. Then, quietly, he said, “THANK YOU.”

Blue nodded happily. He was glad Sans was willing to acknowledge him. He knew he had it in him.