#WHEN U WRITE A DIFFERENT VERSION OF ALL THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN BEFORE

[hircines-hunter]

Hello hello :3c For the firsts asks: 6, 19, G, U, 💋 and 📝 for any ship of your choosing fufufufu

Thank you so much Senu!!! This took so long to make… the patients won’t stop.

6.First time they realized their "calling" in life

Sifkni’s calling will always be a werewolf. She was born as one. But after her first transformation she knew what she was made for. It takes her awhile to feel comfortable with being Harbinger. But when she kicked Vignar out before she was thought of as a potential candidate for Harbinger.

19. First time they felt rejected by another character

Sifkni does not like Brynjolf. He’s very dismissive of her in general and it is to protect Estinan. It is the first time she’s been affected by a rejection.

G. First time seeing the other one sick/injured

Farkas is injured during Dustman’s. That’s the first time Sifkni sees him seriously injured. And things happen to Sifkni later, that are more plot relevant. I won’t reveal it.

U. First pet names/nicknames they give each other

My love is probably their most used names for each other. Farkas does call her Sif a lot before and after they’re together.

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

Good gods. Uhm. Original Siffy is uh.. the writing is bad.

Original draft

A Nord woman stumbled across the vast Skyrim landscape. Her only light were the twin moons and stars above. She just instinctively ran. Her long auburn hair whipped around her. 

She couldn’t stop running. 

Not just yet. 

She needed to get farther away from the Pale. The farther away the better.

The woman came across a small house near a river. She came to a slight halt and decided to go ask for shelter. Before she even reached the house, outside the mines, her world went black.

Third and Posted draft

Sifkni’s feet carried her far from her home. Far from everything she’d known. Everything she loved. It didn’t matter anymore. Her heart dropped. What was she going to do now? Everyone was gone.

Papa. Rithle. Estinan. Lucret. Thonro.

Sifkni didn’t know how long she had been running. She figured she had been running all day and all-night judging by how she felt. Her legs were numb. Her lungs were on fire. Her feet were raw. Her body finally felt the elements. She shivered against the chill morning.

She felt the grime of sweat and dirt. And blood. Her auburn hair stuck to the grime instead of the breeze. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but not from exhaustion. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

Sifkni paused to look around.

Where am I?

She didn’t know where she was located. She knew she hadn’t left Skyrim. But the landscape changed. The forest was different. It was warm compared to the Pale. But the exact location evaded her. None of this was familiar to her.

She saw the early morning rays of the sun shine from behind the distant mountains. Smoke billowed from the chimney of a nearby house. At least someone lived out here.

She looked down at her blood covered hands. The disarray of her clothing or lack thereof. The rags she’d thrown on her body before running, barely covered her. Hopefully they could help her. The residents of the house. Hopefully.

She started her way towards the house. She desperately needed help. She reached out to knock on the door.

Someone shoved Sifkni to the ground. She screamed and struggled against the person holding her down. She was too exhausted. She choked back on a cry. Her eyes glinted silver before her captor hit her head with the back of their axe. Pain seared through her head and temple. Her world went dark.

💋 Favorite "first kiss" scene you've written between two characters

Ah…. Hmmmmmmmmm…. You know. Probably Sifarkas’ first kiss. It’s…. Just very….healing for her.

I’ll put it under read more!

At midday, Farkas grabbed her arm. “Ah. I forgot. Sorry. It’s your name day today. I have something for you.” He patted his pockets.

A gift? Sifkni’s heart pounded. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I know…. You might not want to accept it. But, it’s yours. I can hold onto it longer… if you need me to.” He rummaged through the pockets of his coat and pulled out a delicately wrapped gift. “It reminded me of you.”

Sifkni took the gift and opened it. She saw the antler handle and the leather cover. A knife? She took the cover off. She stared at the icy blue blade. It sparkled in the sunlight. Beautiful. She looked at Farkas and then at the knife. “It’s … gorgeous.” Her eyebrows furrowed. She was at a loss for words. Was this really hers?

“The color reminded me of your eyes. And I thought you would like something useful and sturdy. Since you like hunting.” He held his hand out. She placed the knife in his hand. “It’s stalhrim. It’s as strong as ebony I think.” He looked over the knife with a soft smile on his face.

Sifkni looked at him. Her cheeks flushed at his comment. 

This wasn’t a bribery gift. 
This wasn’t from Thonro. 

She took a deep breath.

“I can hold onto it. Until you’re ready.” He smiled. 

Sifkni stared at him. She took the knife back and looked it over. She held it in front of the sun. The light prismed across the ground, casting sparkling rainbows on it. Beautiful. She moved it, causing the rainbows to shift around them. “I love it. A lot.” She looked at Farkas, a smile on her face. “I really do.” She said above a whisper.

“It’s okay. You can let me hold onto it until you’re ready. If it’s later today, tomorrow or even 10 years from now. It’ll be yours.”

Sifkni looked over the knife. She put the cover back on and she put it into her pocket. This wasn’t Thonro. This was Farkas. Farkas genuinely gave her a gift. Because he cared for her. It was a thoughtful gift. She did need a new knife. And it was the right amount of gorgeous and useful. She felt her eyes well. “No… no, I’ll take it now. It makes me happy.” She looked back at him. She turned and faced him. “Really.”

Sifkni wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close into a hug. Her cheeks brushed against his unshaven beard. She pulled away slightly to look at his face. His lips. He had a smile on them. His eyes were soft. Sifkni put her hand on his cheek, fingers trailing across his beard. His scars across his cheek and his lips. She leaned up and kissed him. Gentle. Soft. It felt natural and right. She felt her cheeks heat. 

Farkas put his hand behind her head and tilted her head, kissing her deeper. His fingers trailed through her hair. He pulled away and smiled at her. He wiped her tears away with his thumb. 

Sifkni’s face turned bright red. “I… I’m sorry!” She looked away. She should’ve asked first. Her happiness overwhelmed her.

“No….” He put his hands on her face and turned her face to him. “Don’t.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for a long time. Don’t apologize. Please.”

Sifkni didn’t think her face could turn any more red, but she felt it grow hotter. “A long time?”

He nodded. “Aye. I….” He looked at her flushed face. He cleared his throat. He could barely see her freckles under the blush. “I… I never thought you would actually…”

Sifkni had a small smile. “Me either… I. I think… I have wanted to kiss you… since we left Jorrvaskr.” She put her hands on his. “Can… Can I kiss you again?” She asked as she leaned up.

“Aye. Anytime.” He pulled her closer as they kissed again.

[steelycunt]

hello my darling fun little ask game going around…

“Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤”

would u like 2 talk abt some of ur fics…to me…

hello my love...im blushing...i do not really have very many to choose from so there'll be no deep cuts here but anything for you...tucking them all under the cut nice and snug..

lunch poems (5k) which is my most recent fic from like. ten days ago which i wrote as part of the mwpp project...very different from my usual thing but my prompt was a bookshop meetcute and it was fun writing about books and brighton's pebble beach and twister lollies and little red short shorts 💌

the son and heir of nothing in particular (23.7k) my love letter 2 r in all his freaky self-obsessed hopeless martyrdom and teenage grief...and also to national express coaches...so much fun 2 write and to fill with superfluous and trivial details that were for My personal enjoyment...loved 2 write s from his pov he is one of my favourite versions of him that ive written i think he turned out so fun and cool and pretty and just a tad embarrassing still..

and only felt good while moving (17.2k) until recently my only au...for a fest where my prompt was 'my pal'...remains one of my personal favourites despite how comparatively low the stakes are i think this is probably still the most feverish and insane ive ever managed to write them!! s in particular he's fucking rabid. lots of fun sweltering london heat and grossness...and of course i love a sad ending...

of witness testimony (16.7k) umm this one is quite old now so possible quite clunky idk i cant bear to revisit any of them once they reach a certain age but. probably one of my favourites in terms of premise this is my peter-pov prank fic...him watching s fall quite furiously in love with r over the years and all its little consequences for them...writing r/s from an outsiders perspective is soooo much fun i would love to do it again with james some day

on the issue of fever and delight (12.1k) my r-pov post-prank fic...where a few weeks after it happens when they are still not talking r/s find themselves locked alone in detention together for the evening....r kills himself before during and after about twenty million times...s grovels and is not very good at it...everyone else is tired...also has one of my favourite scenes ive ever written in it so thats fun : ^ )

thank you for dropping in my love!! this was fun 🌚🌚

[elliedafish]

How about you

what are you top five Taylor swift songs and albums

you can do go in to depth if u want as well :)

Thanks for the ask! This also answers @cherryswift13's question.

Top five songs:

cowboy like me - This song just drew me in from the beginning. The instrumentals and Marcus's backing vocals are so perfect with Taylor's main vocals. I love the story in it as well.

gold rush - The message is perfect and I love the "gleaming, twinkling" part. As well as how it changes from being like yeah this happens to it's just a fantasy.

Death By a Thousand Cuts - This is the best Lover song. I don't really know how to explain it, but it's wonderful. I just love it and love it and love it.

illicit affairs - Everything below top 3 can change at any point, but for this long illicit affairs has practically been in the top 5. I really like her "angrier" version during The Eras Tour. It's so personal but it's written in a vagueish (I think that's the word) way where you can apply it to your life well.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - I say this is Taylor's most personal song. Listening to it is so sad; it's like illicit affairs where you can apply it to your life because of the way she words it; the different variations of the "always wondered" line makes me go feral!

Top five albums:

Evermore - Folklore also has great story telling lyrics, but Evermore has sonic variety that makes each song give you the same nice feel and gives your ears something a little different and less repetitive. It has awesome 3 track runs (what I think is one of the most important features an album should have) and only one real skip (coney island).

Speak Now - My favorite era. It's so relatable to anyone, whether you're a teen or a young adult or a middle aged person or a senior. Everyone has been through and is still going through life changes and this album really shows that.

Midnights - I love the introspection and retrospection. It does have similar base sounds but the songs all sound different enough where your ears don't get tired easily. She writes about thoughts that other people definitely have at night too and the way she words it makes it easy to insert them into your own life.

Lover - I don't think this one really has an explanation. You've heard the album so it's understandable. No skips (other than The Archer) and always a vibe whenever it comes up.

Reputation - I love how dark it is on the outside but lovely when you take the time to actually listen. I love her persona (or whatever it's called) that she has in this album and I wasn't a big fan before I became a Swiftie but I can now recite all of the songs (except for So It Goes) on the spot. It's truly enchanting.

[randomeanonjustwatching]

i read ur pinned and saw tom, so can you write for tom? either version youd like, and ofc u dont have to

and for trope,, (wholesome) only one bed ,? or honestly anything youd like its ur blog djbdhf

One bed? Yours.

[Gn!Reader x Boris!Tom from Batim/Batdr, written from third person/Tom's perspective? ]

(So Imma straight up say thank you for reading my pinned post and choosing a character other than Bendy because I swear everyone wants me to write him, but tbf the demon boy is popular.)

Tom had never expected this too happen.

But of course it did.

Allison had found another person similar to her, but they were more quiet and didn't talk much, only when they needed.

Oh how Tom wished he could talk, to blurt out everything to get Pendle to remember.

But then he saw you.

And remembered farther back. You were his lover. Before Allison.

But of course you wouldn't remember that. Not after all the years you've been here.

Right?

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I felt my foot shift as I stared.

Is it really them?...

The features were similar, just more.....inky. Toonish.

"Hi." They said quietly, and I only nodded slightly, heading to the other side of the bunker to feed a fish Allison recently caught and kept calling 'Dolly'.

"Sorry about Tom, he can't speak and he's a little hard-headed." I heard Allison say, and my ear twitched.

Hard-headed?..Really?

I dropped a can of bacon soup into the tank and Dol...no, the fish ate the entire can in a bite.

Still don't know how they do that.

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Tom didn't realize the main issue.

With Allison sleeping in one bed, that meant there's one bed left.

There's no couch, and Tom was fine with sleeping in a chair, but you kept insisting that it was his bed and you can sleep on the floor or something.

"It is your bed though, I promise I can just sleep on the floor." You said quietly, and Tom shook his head.

So you two made a compromise.

Sleep in the same bed, one on each side of the bed, different blankets and facing different directions.

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God, can't sprawl out like I normally do.... my arm hurts from the metal...I complained in my thoughts.

Eh, what are they-

You had snuggled up close to me, rolling and then hugging me in your sleep.

And for some damn reason, I didn't move you.

Maybe.......No, that's a silly thought, Thomas.

You mumbled something along the lines of "Warm.." and then just snored slightly.

My face blushed.

Even if you don't remember loving me....I'll still love you and Allison all the same.

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Extra random headcanons from this trope/one shot:

Tom probably tries to point out things to you that you two liked in your past, and if you get excited or happy over them it's one of the only times he truly smiles.

I BET you and Allison have a fish collecting hobby, and Tom just ends up making sure the fish don't eat eachother so you two don't get upset.

If you have longer hair (and whether your boy/girl/non binary) he braids it early in the "morning" for you.

He probably does it for Allison too, but you always compliment how good he is at it instead of a thank you, and his ears go down in slightly shyness.

I bet his robot arm gets squeaky and rusty tons, and Allison doesn't like doing it, so the entire time your oiling his arm he's just sitting there blushing but trying to hide it till you notice and ask if you're too close.

[familyvideostevie]

um, hi Emma. I've got a question. How do u understand a character, what's your method what do u do to get into their psyche and mannerisms and how they talk and also do u keep a doc of all the headcanons and idk what I'm trying to say it's just that I'm struggling with the characterization. I love that character but writing is pretty daunting.

hi friend! wow, what a question! i think i went overboard here, so sorry in advance for a whole lot of rambling.

characterization is one of my favorite parts of writing. i think it's why i write fanfiction in the first place -- i want to see just how well i know a character, how much i know about the source material, how much i can bend the story without breaking it. i guess my goal when writing fanfiction is that i want you to feel like you're reading the story. i guess that's kind of simple, but it's often what i strive for! i want the character to be so vivid for you that you slip into the plot seamlessly. and i think it can take time. you have to try things out before you hit your stride!

anyway. my approach to characterization is basically one core question: what would it take to get them to x. to do something, to say something, to think something, to be something, etc etc etc. i'm always seeing how i can push and pull what canon gives me and how far i can take it. and to do that successfully it's all about feeling confident in my knowledge of/understanding of/opinions about the source material.

so like, take steve harrington, the first character i wrote for on this blog. to feel like i knew him and could be inside his head i basically thought about the core moments of his character. when do we see him sad? when do we see him happy? what got him to those places? and then i just sort of build the image of him in my head that i want to work with out from there. what does he wear when? what does he look like when he's sorry? how does he tell jokes? what confuses him?

or let's talk about joel. joel is different because we have two versions of him, right? game!joel and hbo!joel. so there, i sort of think about who joel is to me (which is, ultimately, like 85% game and 10% show and 5% my own opinions). when i want to hear him in my head i usually play the game a little bit. maybe i read some fanfics i think really nail him. i think i know him pretty well but there are still things i don't know -- like if i want to write about how he'd decorate his house while living with someone in jackson, i'd look at picture of his house from the game and see what i can fill in the blanks with. not a ton of clothes -- would share his closet, obviously. he's little wooden animals on his coat rack and ellie's art on his mantle so maybe he'd be happy to have a partner display trinkets of theirs. small shit like that, right? i see how he interacts with the world around him in canon and i apply it to my story.

i don't know if any of this is making sense. another thing i do is talk about The Character with other people! Yes, we all have our own version of them in our heads who suits our desires and the stories we want to tell. But it's fun to do that -- like, if someone ordered Joel a martini, would he drink it? If Steve got the flu would he be a baby about it? This is the kind of shit i love to talk about with friends.

okay, and lastly. i want to say something about like, doing a "correct" characterization or whatever. i think that it's up to you what that means. i prefer to write as close to canon as possible and if i cant figure out a way to get a character to do something, i won't have them do it -- and i'm sure there are folks who think the way i write characters is totally off-base and not for them! and that's fine!! they don't have to read wat i do.

but at the same time, it's whatever you want it to be. i love this post about that -- like, do whatever you want!! in the end i think you should feel good about what you've written and that's what matters to me. you don't need to keep a doc or a notebook, they can be ever-evolving in your brain. it's supposed to be fun!

okay. TL;DR

-feel comfortable with the source material/whatever you want to start with regarding knowing the character -believe that you know them! you do! -talk to other people who love The Character bc its fun and useful -make sure you are enjoying it and writing for you!

i hope that made sense and im so sorry its so long. i love you! you can do it! if you ever want to talk more shop i'm around <3

[woodrokiro]

Jammed Window (fic)

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: Rukia planned many things for the night before her wedding; she did NOT plan for Ichigo to barge into her quarters. Written for @deathberryprompts‘��“time.” 

Rukia planned many things for the night before her wedding: taking care of some last minute paperwork for her captain, catching up on her reading, drawing a nice hot bath. Some “her” time, if you will.

She did not–absolutely not–plan on Ichigo barging into her quarters at 10:36 in the evening.

She stares. “Ichigo, what–”

“Yo. We gotta go.”

He heads straight to the window and starts to fiddle with the latch. Suddenly remembering the the cup of tea halfway to her lips (frozen in middair due to the interruption), she quickly sets it down and gets up, bewilered. “Is everything okay? Is there something going on in Karakura–”

“What, like a hollow? Hell no, you know I could’ve taken care of that.” He stops fiddling to give her a look. “I’m getting you out of here.”

She’s at a loss for words. “Excuse me?!”

“You know: eloping, running away, cold feet–well, I guess that would just involve you and not an outside party, huh? Anyway, I’m helping you cancel your wedding.”

“…Ichigo.” After a moment of complete and utter bafflement, she lets out a sigh. “We’ve been over this before–”

“Jesus, what the hell’s wrong with this window? Byakuya locking you in or something?”

“The window gets jammed. These are the division quarters, I don’t even live with Nii sama anymore–” She shakes her head, remembering priorities. “As I was saying, we’ve talked about this.”

“Yeah? Remind me again.”

She grits her teeth, stifling the urge to smack him because while he is purposefully playing stupid this is… A delicate issue with both of them and she really needs to be the mature one here considering the other is trying to escape through a broken window when there’s a perfectly good door he just went through. “We live in two separate worlds–”

“So we’ll live in the same one. The living one, for now. Might just be easier to lay low from Soul Society for awhile.”

“Okay, fine, but what of our aging differences? You’ll grow old and die and I’ll practically be the same age and you’ll be the dirty old man married to a twenty year old!”

He looks at her like she’s the crazy one. “We’ll ask Urahara for a favor and a few gigais at different ages. Might be creepy, having the extra ones sit in a box in our attic but… And when I die, you can just rejoin me at Soul Society. Things will boil over by then.”

“What if–what if we have children? We’ll just leave them in the living world on their own?!”

“Woah now, Rukia, we aren’t even living together yet. Children? You are moving just a tad too fast for me.”

“Ichigo, I’m serious!” She huffs and hates the way Ichigo’s eyes twinkle before he turns back to screwing up her window even more. “This is no small thing! And… And what about Renji?”

“Renji will be fine. He’s our friend and he loves you and he wants you to be happy.”

“Then why can’t you feel the same way?”

He stops his handiwork and turns slowly to her. Rukia keeps her eyes trained on a point to his left as he walks her way, afraid to look him in the eye.

He’s a hand-width away from her when he gently tucks his forefinger and thumb under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Because you’re not happy,” he answers quietly.

She blinks, trying her best to keep the sudden (stupid) tears at bay. “How do you know?”

There is a silence as he searches her face, before he frees his hand.

“I just do.” He shrugs, childishly, like he knows the sky is blue or that fire is hot or that he is completely head over heels in love with Rukia Kuchiki and that she feels exactly the same and that he has never not known all of her.

He strides back to the window as he leaves her there completely amazed as always.

She waits a moment before she joins him.

“As usual, your timing is absolutely horrid,” she states dryly, pulling open the window with an experienced tug.

He grins. “Yeah, well--being on time never was my style.”

He holds out his hand and she takes it.

[mitchelljoni]

Hey, I wanted to leave a comment right after reading the new chapter but I needed some time to process it. I reread it just now. It's beautiful, you know. The thing that I noticed first was probably the striking difference between this chapter and last chapter. How much both of them have grown since the events of ch8. How painful ch8 was and how safe this one felt, it was like coming home indeed. Which all speaks how well you've written it. A couple more things. That break from Sam. Whereas in ch7 during the dinner, Sue had to spend all night looking at Emily talking with Sam, this chapter there was no such thing. Sue was looking at Emily again, but this time Emily was looking back. Another thing is they are sober the entire chapter. It doesn't sound big but it is a change. And of course they are not having sex. This is the first chapter where it really feels like they're actually communicating in a healthy way.

Emily, I'm so proud of her. All the things she said and did. The patience and the devotion we see her showing. Emily in this chapter understands Sue. At least better than any time before now. The beginning with Emily being sick and Sue taking care of her. Sue making chicken noodle soup. And the bread. You know that felt like home. Sue taking care of Emily and doing it with so much love and affection. Sue is good at this stuff, taking care of people, caring and loving so much. It's crazy. I love that she's a good cooker too. Like hey how can Sue Gilbert be any sexier?? Well, imagine her also cooking so good. Yeah, yeah okay.

I feel like the more I write here the more I lose the train of the thought I had when I started writing a comment. There is a lot to be said about Sue and Austin's conversation. I love their relationship. Also, I love Sue's friendship with Ben. Like in the show they don't talk with each other, but this version of them, I dig it. I want it to be that way.

Sue's feelings during ch8 and after it. How she tried to put distance between herself and Emily. How this was her last visit to New York?? Pain. The change that Emily for sure has felt. Then the decision to live together. And them coming together again. The way Emily'd be the one to initiate things but most of the times it's Sue who takes them further first. That first time in their new shared apartment and the tenderness of it. And Emily saying we've tried everything, we've tried the distance and the closeness, we've tried other people, I don't want to try not loving you because I love you and I love loving you. I think this is all Sue needed to hear to gather to courage and I guess now it's all up to her. But this one was big for them. Like I was afraid they'd keep twisting the knife. But this. This is good. And though Sue's eyes is def so easy to see how much Emily has changed, how much she's grown.

Thank you, thank you!! Every update has been a pleasure to read. I'll write here again when I feel like I can formulate myself better and this got so long again, sorry. But thank you for this fic!

OKAY SCREAM WHY ARE YOU SO INSANE OMG.......ok ok ok bullet pointing again bc u drive me crazy f.r.

ok yes yes 😩😩😩 COMING HOME YEA!!! lol me when u mention the lines i wrote into the chapter: YEAH EXACTLY!!! but also....EXACTLY!!! so glad it felt that way - the idea of ch9 is not just this feeling of safety and internality (which u noted with the break from sam thing!!!) but also a sense of the WHY, like, not just why of why emily loves sue (which ok will address next bc u have pointed that out) but like... why their love is valuable to them and therefore why they kept like. going with it, even in its worst moments, it was really about building value around their relationship in a way that went beyond "they're IT for each other" (bc like thats bullshit anyway lol but also its LESS FUN!!) and part of that was like. trying to create a window into their home/life which is what sue values too much to give up (which she thinks a romantic relationship will) but emily, conversely, thinks should be the REASON they embark on a romantic relationship), blah blah blah. anyway YES. exactly. the safety the purity behind it. kind of almost wanted to bring it back to a more youthful/innocent setting for both of them because obviously their childhood is something they share too. but in doing that it invokes sue's trauma etc etc...anyway spoilies for ch10 but yeah u get it u get it so good 🤠🤠🤠

emily best woman in the world!!!! yes i hoped this chapter would really reflect the growth shes had over the couple of years between ch8 and ch9, i.e. ch8 interval is "please tell me what you want/ok i guessed what you want/ok even when you try to tell me im only going to process it in the way i want to and hear what i want to hear" and ch9 is "hey, i see you, i know you, i'm not using that to hold you hostage, i want it all, i love you". which is Brave as all hell but also (at least i hope) tender and not pressuring/pushing in the same ways she had previously. i really wanted it to be a sense of emily standing up for herself and reaffirming her devotion to sue but not in a way that compromised her own self-respect (because you can only get strung along for so long!!! lol). and i hope that came across.

yes sue is a good cook! this to me is so so essential! firstly i believe it feels canonical in its own way. secondly i like the idea of her having cultivated it essentially as a result of a bad thing (i.e. the loss of someone to cook for HER at a young age) but using it almost without thought to keep hold of everything good to her. whenever sue is in a bind or wants to express something she finds herself in the kitchen and i wanted that to be internal (i.e. she clears her head through cooking or washing dishes) and also external (i.e. how do i apologise to emily? i make her clam chowder. how do i tell emily i love her? i make her soup. how do i give something to austin/give my love to him? i make dinner with him. how do i share in something with lavinia? i split a bottle of wine with her). ch9 for me really feels like the realisation from sue's POV that the people she loves actually do already know how much she loves them and they understand that. that was also partly the reasoning behind emily's choices in this chapter. i don't think she would have gone in as honestly and plainly as she did if she didn't already know that sue loved her. thats honestly never in question!! it's just trying to figure that out. anyway yeah also it's sexy. lol. we love a chef

also aaahh aahhh yes i LOVE sue and austin's relationship in the show (the eventual resolution they reach in s3 and in the series finale feels so right to me and also!! is actually quite accurate to how they were irl despite him later cheating on her lol) and i really enjoy the opportunity to explore it in fic. also just having sue make connections with other characters in the show is v fulfilling to me so glad u like reading it as much as i like writing it!

also sdclkjflkgj yeah honestly....thats enough twisting the knife. theyre friends w benefits and the benefits are love :)

thank YOU for reading and writing this gorgeous ask. i love it as always <3

[sk3tch404]

LMAOOO what if I was hackerman Nonny all along? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): "r u lost bbgrill?"

JKJK I don't think I have enough power to type with his ultra long Snapchat girl acrylic nails unfortunately 😔 that's exactly why my nails are always short af for maximum keyboard comfort

Yeah those darned creepypastas (affectionate) actually immunised me to nightmares in the end huh, talk about having the opposite of the intended effect lol

Elaborating on that Jason dream, I was in some small dilapidated room when I fought him, the dream was very much horror game inspired, because that room was one of many, it was basically like a liminal space house maze and Jason was the one chasing me through the various halls&rooms with the typical shitty lighting.

Apparently dream!me had enough of this shit though, so when he eventually cornered me in a dead end, I just straight up picked up an abandoned bat(or maybe it was actually rusty crowbar, because of a later scene I just remembered) and hit him on the side of his head after I dodged his Machete attack. I was apparently strong enough to K.O. him with just that one hit, which I couldn't really complain about because why would I lmao

After knocking him out I wondered wth I was gonna do now, because even though I defeated my primary concern, I still didn't know the way out of this maze. That was, until I noticed a vent in the corner (this was before amogus I swear- it was like 2014~2015) so I forced it open and crawled into it, chalk it up to dream logic because for some reason I thought this would get me outside faster.

So I was crawling in the vents and just as I was about to reach the outside(at least that's what it felt like because I saw light) I heard the mf sounds of smth crawling really fast and rapidly approaching me in the vents. I then woke up w/o any sort of closure ._.

Back to the discussion(and making this ask bible length again because ig that's my anon gimmick 👉🥲👉)

AYO YOU HAD A RISOTTO DREAM?? BRO WHAT- ID GIVE EVERYTHING TO HAVE THAT (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

The only jjba dream I've had was about going on a shopping date with Bruno in a big mall, where we got a big sea turtle plushie and saw Abbacchio(he didn't play a big role in the dream, he was more of a cameo really lmao). Don't think I've ever had one of HxH though, but meeting Chrollo would certainly be interesting (inbefore he decimates me if I ever dream of him 😔) can we trade dreams? 👉👈 /hj

Also about that Man Door Hand Hook Car Door thing I was talking about. Yes it's the story you're thinking of BUT it's a special shitpost version of it, like it's written in extremely broken English, you have to read it for yourself because it's hilarious as hell 😂

Take your time with responding to my asks honestly, because it definitely takes a while to read&respond to something as big as my essays, considering how long it takes me to even write&correct them myself lmao the writing burnout is real (I got sidetracked like 5 different times while writing this one, this includes me correcting an old "script" for a 20 minute English presentation I had to do last year, which never ended up happening anyway, because the teacher straight up forgot I still had to do the presentation 💀💀 so correcting it was absolutely useless actually :,))

the only thing I was really worried about, was the possibility of tumblr eating my asks, because as you've already seen, they're super long, so it'd get instant eMOtioNAL DAmAge if they were to ever get lost (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) but luckily they didn't so I can rest easy 😌

And finally, TELL ME ABOUT THAT RECENT DREAM 👀👀 YOU CANT JUST HINT ABOUT HAVING AN INTERESTING DREAM AND THEN NOT TELL ME WHEN ITS BASICALLY DREAM SHARING HOURS (unless it's due to your writing burnout, if that's the cause, take your time, no need to hurry of course^^)

-Ren'py anon

Omg you've actually been hacker nonny all along? 😱😱😱 IM UR #1 FAN PLEASE

Jk lol but wouldn't it be nice to have the ability to type with long hot pink nails and SLAY while doing too? 😪

That Jason dreams of yours is so REAL. I HATE UGLY BADLY RENDERED 3D HORROR MAZES. It's giving free mobile games 🙄

AND YESSSS YOU DID THAT! ONE SHOT HIS ASS BECAUSE YOU THE CRAZIEST BITCH ON THAT MAZE BLOCK 😝 But fr that vent part sounds scary asf 😭

I can take vent mechanics in games but oh my god I HATE IT WHEN THE ENEMY CAN FOLLOW YOU INTO THEM. Jason probably just shrank to vent size or smth idk (or maybe it was the Rake coming for revenge again 💀)

RENPY NONNY YOU DO NOT WANT TO EVEN MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH RISOTTO. I ASKED HIM ONE CASUAL QUESTION AND HE SAID NO. IT WASN'T WEIRD BUT OH MY GOD MY FUCKING HEART STOPPED FOR A SECOND.

I SAID OK, RAN AWAY AND HE LOWKEY CAME AFTER ME??? IDK ALL I KNEW WAS I WAS GETTING LESS AND LESS CONTROL OF THE DREAM AND WAS TRYING TO RUN. LORDIE IS HE TERRIFYING 💀💀💀

CHROLLO IS TOO. He was like, obsessed with my cousin and we were playing this tag game with a lot of other people. He caught her, But I guess we had multiple lives. When she poofed into thin air, he was PISSED.

Then he suddenly looked at me. OH MY FUCKING GOD HIS EYES WERE SO INTENSE. IT WAS WITH MURDEROUS INTENT I SWEAR, NOTHING ELSE. I TURNED MY STUPID ASS AROUND AND RANNNNNN FOE MY LIFE.

I got to a safe distance and was cursing my ass off. This dude was there and told me to stop cursing so much. LIKE NO. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST WENT THROUGH? NOOOO SO DO THE HOKEY POKEY AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.

But on a brighter note, at least you had dad Bruno on a shopping sate with you 😭 you even got a hot Abbachio cameo. AN ABBA CAMEO ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

YES WE CAN TRADE DREAMS. ONLY THE JOJO AND CHROLLO ONES THO, I DON'T WANT NONE OF THAT JASON AND RAKE 😰

I will never get that special experience of being Bilingual and foreign to mainly English, and reading badly translated stories 😠😠😠

And yes I have been taking time working and answering asks, especially yours! Im just glad we're on the same page with all the spelling correction and how everything looks in general. I enjoy how you have so much on your mind and try to share as much as you can within one ask! I really love having honest and fun conversations on serious and stupid topics.

I've just been taking time to live life and work on games and such. If it seems like I haven't answered your ask for a while, please don't worry! I'm just taking a small break from writing since dialogue writing for Ren'py and a recent commission has drained me ^^ please no more EmOTioNaL dAmAGe for you Renpy anon 😭

My recent 'interesting dream' was basically me trying to save my friends/family from these really hot yanderes. Mind you I have NEVER seen these men in my life. Not even in fiction.

One of them kind of looked like Ren or whatever that red haired guy with goggles from Final Fantasy name is. The other I think had white hair or something idk. My memory is really foggy because you can't remember faces you haven't seen url while in dreams.

I was driving on the street in a suburban neighborhood in this race car/go cart thing (I know it sounds goofy but it was kind of cool ok) It kind of looked like my old neighborhod streets back in Wisconsin. Anyway, AIN'T NOBODY WAS PARKING RIGHT. Crooked asf, not even on the side of the road, but like SIDE WAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.

Who do they think they are? Walter White??? 😷

Anyway the yanderes pulled up not too far behind me and I legit started to panic, but I took this chance to assassinate the people I were trying to save in the back of the car with a rifle? Idk maybe I was trying to shoot their seatbelts off lmao 😋

The bullets phased not only though the car but the hostages. While I was doing that, the yanderes (who were in suits btw) were acting like the traffic police and telling people to fix their shit in the middle of the night very nicely (they were assholes 😤)

Right then I guess they were ignoring me, but it skipped to a struggle in their car? It was different from the one the darlings were in. We were fighting about it and I guess my torso was sticking out of the window while I was holding onto a stick with decorative pink lights loosely on it. The red haired one was fighting me, but then I think I said something that made him stop me from flying out of the car.

I legit think that I reminded him of his darling (because it probably one of my family members BLEUGH 😷) He looked at me with these crazy ass eyes and this insane shocked look. Like, you know the yandere girl from the game Crimson Gray, and the image of when she saves the protag from killing himself. Yeah looked just like that.

He then said, "Do that again."

I WAS FUCKING FREAKED DUDE. I WAS SO CONFUSED AND SAID, "WHAT?"

HE JUST TOLD ME TO MAKE THAT EXPRESSION AGAIN AND I WAS SOOOO CREEPED OUT MAN.

After that he drove me to this school and told me if I could do 100 do-dares, then he would let my friends/family go. I think I also had to do some other things, but I don't remember.

After I entered through those doors, the girls already stared giving me dirty ass looks 💀 LIKE BITCH WTF YOU LOOKING AT? SHIT IM JUST TRYNA GO TO THE BATHROOM BEFORE I DO THESE DUMBASS DO-DARES MAN. NO WONDER HE SENT ME TO THIS SCHOOL TO DO THESE STUPID DARES. Y'ALL ARE MESSY ASF.

Anyway I went to my first class and the teacher passively told me to focus because I was zoning out. I got angry at her and starting arguing with her.

I can't zone out now? Damn it's not like I'm human or anything, AND YO CLASS BORING AS SHIT. By the end of class she just got real frustrated and the class got a free show so that was okay I guess.

After class there were these 'special' vans outside the school that do all sorts of business. I tried one of them and by the end, I didn't get to do anything bc an old friend of mine just took me away to hang with her? Like, the dude was gonna wait for me in the bathrooms (ew) but this girl really went and snatched me up for herself 😭

It was this dating thingy and the only reason I followed the dude who ran the van is because he told me the guys weren't nasty or disrespectful (which was probably a lie but whatever)

That's where it ended.

MY GOD I NEEEEEEED TO DREAM OF THIS PLACE AGAIN. THIS PLOT IS SO GOOD AND IM PROBABLY GONNA USE IT FOR A FUTURE GAME OR SMTH.

Ah I love talking about dreams, thanks for sending in this ask anon! I'm glad we could bond over our weird dreams <33

[clan-fuildarach]

I'm not sure if you talked about it more before I started following your blog, but I'm pretty curious about the origins of your dragon characters tbh. Like, are they like ur OCs you had in a big story you had in your head or smth that you adapted to write as dragons in a separate AU-type thing? I'd love to hear more about it or be directed to a place where you've written about it somewhere.

well you’re mostly right! many of my characters here (luke rúth delta neven john mikaelxandra rezann leo) are just au versions of characters i already had. and it’s less a big story i had in my head and more a 10-year project that’s over 2 million words long and 2 rewrites deep atm - i’ve written eleven or twelve books (it’s subjective) and done countless more au stuff and exploratory stories that just get into anatomy and worldbuilding and stuff like that (so like... stuff that would be really boring to anyone but me). i’m not saying any of it is any good or worth reading, but it sure is a thing. 

i stopped incorporating my old characters into fr dragons in 2015 so any dragon i’ve made since then is original to my fr lore (which started off as a fantasy version of my other story but then diverged wildly off into completely different territory) 

i do have a blog dedicated to it but it’s password locked and i’m not giving out the url. i do have a blog supposedly dedicated to my personal creative work over at @fuildorcha but it’s been a while since i posted there (but i might start posting soon since i’m starting to get back into writing and planning and what have u) 

uhh i’ll do a really basic bare-bones plot summary and a quick intro paragraph to where each character comes from under the cut here so u all know where i’m coming from 

basically it’s a first-contact story? but with alternate dimensions/parallel universes rather than straight-up aliens. each one of the characters listed above (except for the last 3) belongs to a different dimension, and the story is basically about how they meet. and there’s the added uh emotional poignancy in the fact that the first 6 of them are not human and are supposed to be the only ones of their kind, so basically each one has lived a life expecting to never ever meet another like them, to only have humans for company. but obviously they do meet. and they end up doing some really dumb but also heroic stuff while also liberating a bunch of people from oppressive regimes. they also learn that maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way 

the main character is luke who is fond of making these super unhelpful crusades against those he considers to be his allies but really no one wants his help because he just makes things worse like constantly, as a habit, without really caring about consequences. he’s a jerk of course and permanently fucked up after the death of his sibling way back when. but one day he makes a Big Terrible Mistake that killed a lot of people, irradiated a major city, and would have resulted in him being imprisoned for basically the rest of his life and also introduces the concept of laser superweapons to humanity (this can only go well lmao) and - as a knock-on effect - the ability to break the dimension barrier. like he really fucked up. but instead of being sent to jail he gets forcibly drafted into the service of a government scientist, emma, who gives him an ultimatum: work for me for free and get exploited endlessly, or rot in jail for the rest of ur life. his treatment at the hands of his captors (who pretend they’re on his side, they’re very evil) results in a vengeance crusade on his part that sets off the whole first-contact chain of events. he lives in a world like ours, except that there was a rebellion against the british monarchy a couple hundred years ago. on the run from the law he meets a very lost and very confused stranger who doesn’t speak a word of english and is also rúth. the two of em fall in love. aw (luke is still nonbinary and given the chance would use ‘they’ pronouns here too but i wanted to make the world like ours as much as possible and luke hates standing out in any way so he wouldn’t want to use a non-standard pronoun set. so he just uses the set that matches his name) 

john comes from a radically different dimension, one where the monarchy spread and basically controls the entire planet. but, unsatisfied with that, his queen alexandra began colonising other dimensions and stripping them of their resources (and thus ensuring that her own home is the best-equipped and richest and all that). john is the queen’s weapon, it’s his job to “quell dissenters” which is a nice way of saying that he goes in to contested areas and massacres everyone. but he is beginning to doubt his role and the ethicality thereof, and is very curious about the numerous blank patches in his memory that seem to coincide with every previous occasion he entertained potentially treasonous thoughts. seeking to put an end to luke’s campaign against her, emma reaches out to the monarchy to ask for aid. the queen sends in john to do his normal job but things don’t go as planned. john switches sides and becomes basically the most wanted person in the universe.

rúth’s dimension is inextricably linked to john’s - it is the victim of the monarchy’s first attempts at extra-dimensional colonialism. the monarchy fucked up a lot back then, before perfecting its technique, and the battle between rúth’s predecessor and john’s predecessor over the territory completely destroyed the entire mediterranean, turning it into a desert. rúth’s predecessor lost the fight and the monarchy took root in france and spread south. but an unintended consequence of the battle were the chemical reactions in the soil and atmosphere that led to the formation of dye deposits - the only ones of their kind in any dimension. if not for them, the population would have left the desert, but they hung on to mine out the dyes. rúth lived a relatively peaceful normal life until accidentally stumbling through a monarchy portal into luke’s world. with a french-english dictionary and a lot of sign language, luke manages to communicate to rúth that he needs help to fight against john

now ok, neven comes from a parallel version of rúth’s world where the monarchy lost the big battle, but the desertification happened anyway. neven’s people sought safety in the monarchy dimension and took on the mantle of being imperialist jerks. eventually a bunch of bad shit happens and the dimension becomes uninhabitable, so they do the most logical thing and build a space ship to live on. neven is there the whole time, being treated as the avatar of god and the champion of their race etc etc. in the early 1900s, the space ship breaks into a new dimension which it allies with, and neven finally meets another one like them. the two never get a chance to communicate much, but they fight together for about a hundred years and neven falls in love. aw. eventually one of the space ship’s oldest allies - the monarchy from john’s world - gets absolutely destroyed via mysterious circumstances. commander of the space ship, rezann, decides to take the opportunity to cannibalise the monarchy’s remains and execute anyone who might attempt to resurrect it - this includes john.  

delta (for it is he whom neven loves) is literally the parallel version of luke. like they are the same person, genetically identical, but their dimensions veered off very early on, so due to the two of them growing up in completely different circumstances, delta bears almost no resemblance to luke besides appearance (and then only barely). delta comes from a wonderfully idyllic background - sent to a workhouse when he was young, he was part of a rebellion that saw the workers take control and basically start their own little settlement. this prospered for hundreds of years, with delta as its guardian, until that world’s monarchy went to war. the men of the village were hit by the draft and delta decided to go with them to keep them safe. unfortunately he was discovered as Not What He Seems by the king and instead of helping his settlement, he inadvertently causes it to be wiped off the map by revealing its presence (and the presence of its pagan, blasphemous population) to the king. delta gets mind-wiped, forgets his real name, and gets thrown onto the front lines to fight beside neven. later - years and years later - he gets in some real bad shit, gets basically everything taken from him, and would probably die alone and in pain, but he gets rescued. he gets a happy ending 

leo comes from a completely different unrelated story, he’s a frustrated IT technician working in a computer shop who basically becomes the plaything of the gods. but there’s no real plot to be had, i just liked his character enough to move him over into fr at the time (2014). fr!leo has had way more character development than og!leo who i don’t really write about any more