#and I remembered this incorrect quote I read long ago

[dreamingaboutsakuratrees]

Jason: is it hard for you to maintain a tan?

Tim: ...what?

Jason: you know, since you're always living in my shadow

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Random incorrect twst first-year quotes I saved

Deuce: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!

Ace: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!

Yuu: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!

Jack: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!

Sebek : Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!

Epel: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!

Yuu: Time for plan G.

Jack: Don’t you mean plan B?

Yuu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Epel: What about plan D?

Yuu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Sebek : What about plan E?

Yuu: I’m hoping not to use it. Deuce dies in plan E.

Ace: I like plan E.

*when the Squad drops food*

Deuce: Eh, oh well.

Epel: FIVE-SECOND RULE!

Ace: FUCK!

Jack: *just gets more food*

Yuu: *drops to their knees and mourns the food*

Sebek : *eats the food off the ground*

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Sebek, Jack, and Deuce: *spinning a little and talking*

Epel, Ace, and Yuu: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Epel: The floor is lava!

Jack: *helps Sebek onto the counter*

Ace: *kicks Deuce off the sofa*

Yuu: *lays on the floor*

Epel: ...Are you okay?

Yuu: No.

Jack: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Yuu, watching Sebek screaming, Ace trying to set a sleeping Deuce on fire, and Epel choking on air: I don't know either.

Deuce: We need to distract these guys

Ortho: Leave it to me

Ortho: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Yuu, Ace, and Epel: *Immediately begin arguing*

Jack, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Ortho: I can help you with it!

Deuce: Yeah, sure.

Yuu: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Ace: lol nope.

Epel: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Jack: *Read 5:55pm*

Yuu: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Ortho: >:O language

Deuce: Yeah watch your fucking language

Epel: OKAY WHO TAUGHT DEUCE THE FUCK WORD?

Ace: 'The fuck word'.

Sebek: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Deuce: Oh my god they censored it

Epel: Say fuck, Sebek.

Ace: Do it, Sebek. Say fuck.

Yuu: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!

Jack: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Deuce: More or less, I guess...

Ortho: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!

Epel: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.

Ace: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Yuu, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Ace: Hey.

Deuce: Hi.

Jack: Hello.

Ortho: Hey!

Yuu: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Epel: We were out of Doritos.

Ortho: Hewwo.

Ace: Hihiiiiii!

Sebek: Greetings, Humans.

Jack: Three kinds of people.

Deuce: I want pudding.

Jack: Four kinds of people.

Yuu: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Jack: Five kinds of people.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce-

Ace: Yes.

Yuu: I didn't even finish!

Ace: Sorry, continue.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce for 10 dollars?

Ace: I would do it for free.

Deuce: Rude...

Epel: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Epel: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Grim: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Yuu always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity…

Ace: It’s funny how well you and Sebek get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

Yuu: Sebek hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

Deuce: Where's Epel?

Yuu: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Yuu, shouting: Jack sucks!

Epel , distantly: Jack is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Yuu: Found them.

Yuu: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Grim : Mine just says "Grim no."

Yuu: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Yuu: I have an idea.

Jack: A good idea?

Yuu: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Ortho: You believe me?

Yuu: Ortho, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Yuu: I give up. I am so tired.

Ace: Get the emergency supply!

Ortho: *carries Grim and places them in front of Yuu*

Grim: *smiles*

Yuu: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

[daisies-daydreams]

Hi! Can I request of TF141 x Fem! Reader who is cold hearted when going in war but she kind snd smile when helping the civilians and children. Like the tf141 never see Y/n smile after joining the military. And when they see her smile the first time, they felt heart warm and almost cry see Y/n smile as an angel.

Take all the time you want. No need to rush.

Pairing: TF141 x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Category: Fluff & Angst

Warnings: Suggestive Comments, Blood, Injuries, Swearing, Depictions of Child Labor

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! (I love your incorrect COD quotes btw, they’re so much fun to read! ☺️).

“Bliz”

That’s what you were known as when you were in the SAS. It was short for “Blizzard”, and that you were. Your taciturn and cold demeanor made other soldiers weary of your presence.

“We call her Blizzard cause ‘Ice Queen’ was just too damn long,” you remember on of your fellow soldiers remarking when he thought you couldn’t hear him. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to deal with such idiocy now that you’ve been recruited into Task Force 141. When you walked into Captain John Price’s office and he congratulated you on being selected, he seemed a bit put off by your stern attitude.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Captain Price,” you replied, your lips in a straight line. The Captain gave you a small smile.

“We’re on the same team now. Just call me Price,” he said. You stood in place and straighter your shoulders.

“I prefer to call my fellow soldiers and superiors by their rank,” you explained with a flat tone.

Your introduction to the rest of 141 went about the same way.

“Hey there! Name’s Soap. Nice to have a new face on the team!” Soap beamed with an outstretched hand. You eyed him up and down, mouth curved in a frown.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you shifted in place. Soap’s hand twitched slightly as he lowered it to his side. He watched you introduce yourself to Ghost and Gaz before you brushed past them.

“Come on. We have a meeting in five,” you stated. The three men watched you walk towards Price’s office for the newest mission’s pre-briefing. Soap clicked his tongue before walking in the same direction with Ghost and Gaz, your frame already out of sight.

“I thought ‘Blizzard’ was just an exaggeration,” Soap muttered.

“She’s SAS-you know the shite she’s probably seen,” Ghost said. Soap sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Not every girl’s gonna want to get into your pants, Johnny,” Gaz retorted. Soap scoffed.

“That’s not-“ Ghost and Gaz gave him a knowing, sideways glance. Soap huffed through his nose. “Ah, what do you know? Probably haven’t even held hands with a lass,” Soap waved. Gaz’s nostrils flared but he kept walking. The men rounded the corner and stepped into the office. You were standing at the other side of the room, your arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed. Soap could’ve sworn that he saw you narrow your eyes at him.

“Right. Let’s begin,” Price said. A thick layer of unease settled over the room during the prebriefing. Soap would glance over at you every once in a while. You were like a statue, your eyes glued to the Captain as he explained the ins and outs of the mission.

“Your objective is to infiltrate a weapons manufacturing plant in the town of Nahr. It belongs to one of Al-Qatala’s allies: the Riah Sharquia,” Price explained.

“The Eastern Wind?” you asked.

“Never heard of them,” Ghost added. Price nodded.

“They’ve been operating underground for the past ten years. Just announced themselves publicly about a few weeks ago,” he stated. You nodded, gaze intensely set on the Captain.

“Anyway, back to what I was saying. You are to capture the head of the western plant, Adil Malik, and interrogate him,” he continued. “Best to keep your wits about you: These bastards have the region in an iron grip. They’ve been taking local people and forcing them to assemble their weapons…mostly children,” he continued. Your face twisted into a deep scowl, hands clenched into tight fists. It didn’t go unnoticed by Soap.

“Wheels up at seventeen-hundred tonight,” Price said with a nod. Time flew by quickly and before he knew it, Soap was sitting next to you on the flight. You were sandwiched between him and Ghost, the two imposing men towering over you even as you sat down. Gaz sat nearby along with some other soldiers crowded in the bay. Soap leaned over with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, Bliz,” he smiled. You kept your gaze forward, lips sealed tightly. “What smells like red paint but is blue?” Soap snickered. Ghost rolled his eyes, as if he were one to talk about bad jokes.

“Blue paint,” you replied shortly with a straight face. Soap twisted his lips.

“Yeah that’s…that’s right,” he muttered awkwardly. Some soldiers across from you whispered, only to cease when they realized your icy gaze was locked on them. Soap sighed and leaned back as much as he could.

It was going to be a very long flight.

+++

You pushed through the rickety door, splinters flying across the room.

“BLIZ! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Ghost barked. You gasped at the sight before you: a group of children huddled together in the corner of the filthy sweatshop. You heard the lieutenant rush up behind you. His eyes widened when he saw the group of gaunt faces.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he seethed while clenching his fists. You stepped forward and pulled your black mask down, revealing a gentle look on your face. A small lump formed in the lieutenant’s throat as he watched you kneel down on one knee.

“It’s okay. We aren’t going to hurt you,” you cooed softly as you slowly held out your hand. A young boy shuffled forward, hesitantly slipping his hand into yours. You helped him up, causing the other children to mutter to each other.

“GHOST! BLIZ! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!” Gaz suddenly shouted over the coms. “THEY FUCKING RIGGED THE PLACE TO BLOW!” Both of you exchanged glances before looking back at the kids.

“Aitabieni,” you said calmly. Some children anxiously huddled near your side as you rushed them forward. Ghost surveyed the area before motioning to move.

“Soap, are the exits clear?” Ghost asked.

“Aye,” the Scotsman replied.

A sense of relief washed over you as you saw sunlight pour through a crack in the exit door. A sudden shriek pierced through the hallway, causing you to stop in your tracks. The other children ran past you as you whipped your head around. A young girl was crying as she held her bleeding foot, a shard of glass with crimson on it lying nearby.

“BLIZ! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!” Ghost bellowed. You sprinted down the hallway, grabbing the child and scooping her into your arms as you rushed outside. Just as you reached the gate, you heard a rancorous crack behind you.

“(Y/N)!” Ghost shouted. You curled yourself over the small one, keeping your arms wrapped around their head. The shockwaves sent you tumbling forward. Rubble flew past you as you did your best to shield her from the blast. You held onto the child tightly as the ringing in your ears continued to bombard you. The smoke and embers were searing hot as they cascaded from what remained of the building. You coughed when the dust finally began to settle.

You looked down in your arms, relieved to see that the child was still breathing. The young girl had her face nuzzled into your chest, hands white-knuckling your shirt as she sobbed. You heard Ghost's muffled shouting as he ran towards you, helping you while Soap took the little girl. You tried to stand, only to fall on the ground. The world was spinning as Ghost picked you up in his arms.

“Make sure they’re safe,” you smiled weakly before your vision suddenly went black.

+++

You gasped as you shot upwards on a hard surface. You groaned as a throbbing pain shot through your skull. A dark haired man stood near you, his lips curving into a smile when he locked eyes with you.

“She’s awake!” he sang, his voice slightly muffled. You grunted as you tried to sit up, only to fall back down on the scratchy mat.

“Easy there, Bliz,” Soap said as he came to kneel by your side. You blinked a few times, your vision becoming less blurred.

“Where…what?” your voice croaked. Ghost and Gaz stood in the corner, their attention quickly shifting from their conversation over to you. All of you were in a small room, a lamp dimly lighting up the space. You trailed your fingers over your head, feeling at the blood-soaked bandages.

“You took quite the spill out there,” Soap said. He tilted his head towards the man who was preoccupied with preparing some medicine. “Doctor Kaan said he wasn’t too keen to taking in outsiders-but since you saved his wee lass, he made an exception,” the soldier beamed. A small face suddenly appeared behind the unknown man. Your eyes widened when you realized it was the young girl you had rescued from the hallway. She smiled sheepishly as the man turned and patted her head. He swiveled back to look at you, a wide smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

“Thanks to you, my little Emel has come back to me,” he choked. The girl tugged on his shirt. He chuckled as he brought her into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. The doctor stepped closer, holding your hand and shaking it. “Thank you, thank you,” he sobbed repeatedly. Your cheeks tinted with pink as the corners of your mouth finally curved into a complete smile. Soap felt his heart flutter as he stared at your soft, angelic face. Even the corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkled, and Gaz couldn’t help but crack a small grin. Your face truly shined like the sun when you smiled.

“Anything for the little ones,” you beamed.

+++

Epilogue

Soap watched you with a bright smile as you kicked the football back to a group of kids. They giggled and went on with their game. The empty streets before were starting to bustle back to life. Ghost and Gaz were…busy at the moment. Soap strode over to where you were seated. Your peaceful expression shifted into a slight frown.

“What is it, Sergeant MacTavish?” you asked bluntly. His shoulders bounced as he slid next to you.

“You know you can just call me Soap, right?” he nudged your arm. You rolled your eyes, only to flinch when the ball came flying towards you. Soap reached his hands out, catching it just inches from your face. You blinked as he chuckled and threw it back to the kids.

“How’d you do that?” you asked. He looked at you with a glint in his eye.

“I might have a tad bit of practice,” Soap hummed. You gave him an unreadable expression before turning back to the game.

“Thank you…Soap,” you murmured while looking forward. He grinned.

“Anytime, bonnie”.

————

Thank you for reading! ❤️

@silverwolf-108

[part-time-zombie]

Waiting Out The Storm

pairings: roceit (could be romantic or platonic)

summary: After a rather nasty storm ends up ruining both Roman and Janus' plans, the pair find themselves coming together and putting their differences aside as they cope with the weather.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, both sides refuse to talk about their feelings, Virgil's a bit of a jerk for a moment, no other sides are there

word count: 3733

A/N: This fic was the result of me getting inspired by the most recent incorrect quotes video, writing two very similar fics, and putting them together because they fit so well in my head. I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope it's still good.

Janus should have known this would happen. He had only meant to find some proper peace and quiet by retreating outside to read his book in peace, it’s not like he was asking for much. Of course it was going to rain today. Logan had actually mentioned that to him before he headed out, now that he thought about it. He hadn’t bothered to listen to him at the time, and now he wishes he did. The rain was pelting fiercely around him, and the flimsy awning he was hiding under hardly provided any cover against the seemingly unending storm.

He tried to head back inside the second he felt the first raindrop, only to find the door stubbornly locked and barring him from refuge. No one seemed to hear or acknowledge that he was still outside, no matter how loudly he knocked at the door. They all must be busy in their own rooms, unless they were just ignoring him. Janus didn’t know, but at a guess it may be a mix of both. Patton and Logan have yet to fully hate him, so the only reason they would abandon him to the weather is that they simply didn’t realize he was still outside. Remus was probably doing his own thing as well, because even he wouldn’t subject Janus to this indignity too much. Maybe for a little, but not for this long. Virgil, on the other hand, likely wouldn’t care if Janus were locked out all night.

He had seen him, of course. Virgil just happened to descend the stairs shortly after Janus had knocked, presumably to investigate the ruckus he was making. Looking through the glass, Virgil saw him outside huddled close to the window in a desperate attempt to stay dry as the storm continued to rage around him. Janus gave him the most pitifully helpless look possible, hoping he could appeal to some speck of sympathy in Virgil’s heart. It almost seemed to work for a moment, his face softening in realization as he saw him.

Then he closed the blinds and left him stranded outside.

At any other time, Janus would have found that hilarious. It’s the kind of thing he would do himself, and if he weren’t currently on the receiving end of it he’d be laughing. Right now though, he could only shake in the rain, unsure if it was from the cold or anger.

Janus had hoped that Virgil was willing to move on after all this time. Sure, there had been a falling apart between them years ago, but Janus didn’t hold it against him. Not anymore, at least. He had grown past what had happened, but it looks like Virgil hasn’t forgiven him yet.

He’s really going to let him have it when he gets back inside.

It’s not like they can lock him out forever, right? Surely they wouldn’t do that. Patton likes him at least, and Logan respects him enough. All he has to do is wait until they remember he’s out here and then they’ll let him in, a thousand apologies spilling from their lips.

Janus dismissed the thought with a willful shake of the head. Who was he kidding? Logan didn’t really care about him, and Patton probably forgot about him entirely. The only one who knows he’s out here is Virgil, and it was clear he wasn’t letting him in anytime soon. He thought about finding a way to break in somehow, but he knew he wouldn’t actually do it. They need him to be good before they’ll accept him, and good guys don’t pick locks or use dirty tricks to get what they want, even if it’s just to seek shelter from a storm.

He was already on thin ice after everything else he did, he can’t make it worse now.

Roman actually didn’t mind the rain all that much. Sure, it came with the risk of ruining his outfit, but it was usually worth it.

Besides, they were bound to let him in anytime now. He just has to wait a little longer…

He had merely gone out for a quiet stroll in the park, a chance to clear his head and be by himself for a moment, when he heard the distant clap of thunder rapidly approaching. Luckily, Logan had warned him of the storm and he brought an umbrella just in case. At first it simply made for a nice prop, a bright red to compliment his sash as he idly carried it over his shoulder as he walked. With the rain now cascading all around him, he’s rather glad he thought to take it with him.

The weather hardly hindered his time outside, if anything it only improved it. With the rain came a lovely quietness and solitude he didn’t realize he needed, and as he reached out a hand from under his umbrella to feel the rainfall, he found it to be very grounding and calming. It also gave him the opportunity to quote musicals and romantic movies, though it would be nice to sing a proper duet with a partner some day.

That thought had him somberly slow his steps as he headed back to the apartment. He knew no one would want to do that with him. Logan and Virgil would only roll their eyes in quiet criticism, and as enthusiastic as Patton would be, he wouldn’t take it seriously and would probably only make it into something foolish. At least Roman could sing a few songs by himself on the walk back.

By the time he had returned from his walk, the rain had gone from a light shower to a full-on storm, and he was now more than eager to head back inside.

He almost didn’t even see Janus huddled up by the door, shaking and soaking wet.

Janus looked up and saw him, expression shifting from desolated to defensive. He looked away quickly, wrapping his arms even tighter around himself as he tried his best to look unbothered by the rain, and failing spectacularly.

“What are you doing out here?” Roman couldn’t help but ask.

“Enjoying myself, obviously,” Janus replied with a sarcastic sneer. “I just love being subjected to the elements for hours on end, don’t you?”

Roman rolled his eyes as he walked to the door. If Janus was just going to start another petty squabble again, he’d rather get somewhere dry before the fight could start.

The door didn’t budge when he tried to open it.

“It’s locked, idiot,” Janus muttered. “It’s not like I’d still be out here if I had a choice.”

Roman bit his tongue before he said anything too hurtful. Now was not the time. He knocked loudly on the door, to no response.

“Don’t you think I’d have tried that already? They’re not opening the door; they either don’t hear or don’t care.” Janus sighed, absently kicking at a puddle as he spoke. “I doubt they even know it’s you knocking, they’re probably too focused on letting me suffer to remember you’re stuck out here too.”

Roman only huffed in response, grabbing his phone to call someone only to remember all too belatedly that it had died halfway through his walk. Great. Locked out of the house during a storm with Janus is exactly how he wanted today to turn out.

“I don’t suppose you have your phone on hand, do you?” he asked with a sigh.

Janus shook his head in defeat. “Left it in the house by mistake. I doubt anyone would have even answered if I called them, though. They likely have my number blocked.”

“Why the hell would they lock the door on us?”

Janus only shrugged for a moment, leaning against the wall as the rain continued to pool around his feet. “Who’s to say? Maybe they forgot we’re out here, maybe they thought you had come back by now and just wanted to keep me from getting inside, maybe they knew we were both outside and thought it would be funny.”

Roman didn’t respond to that, instead turning and pounding on the door again, though he knew by now that it wouldn’t work.

“If they didn’t know I was out here, they might have answered by now,” Janus commented. “I think they’re too busy ignoring me to remember you.”

Roman started getting defensive. What did Janus know anyway? “They wouldn’t do that.”

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And you’re so sure?”

“Of course, we may all joke around but we’d never be so wicked as you’re suggesting.”

Janus turned to face him head on, his expression hardened and full of resentment.

“Virgil closed the blinds on me,” he started, voice flat and deadpan. “He looked right at me and left me out here, knowing full well how bad this storm is.” He gave Roman a humorless grin, one that was sharpened with grim understanding. “Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing. Tell me how you wouldn’t even think of doing that to me.”

Roman swallowed uncomfortably. He wanted to say that he wouldn’t, but in truth, he probably would. He might have even locked the door on Janus, if it were him.

That’s hardly heroic of him, but it’s the truth. It’s the horrible, horrible truth.

Janus seemed to take his silence as answer enough, as he hummed knowingly before turning away and watching the storm instead.

Roman looked at him, feeling the weight of what he had said settling over him. Sure, he was still angry about what had happened between them, and that pain may never fully heal, but do either of them deserve that? How much longer will they continue to let each other suffer, all because they’re both too proud to do anything else?

The water was now pooling at Roman’s feet, but he hardly paid it any mind. This always happens, doesn’t it? Roman and Janus fight and no one else does anything about it. It’s almost become as predictable as Remus making a mess or Patton messing up.

He gasped as the thought entered his mind. How could he have forgotten? Roman moved away from the door and started blindly feeling around in the rocks by the back porch with his free hand, much to Janus’ confusion.

“What is it that you’re doing now?” he asked, exasperation evident in his tone.

“Usually it’s Patton who gets locked out of the house,” Roman explained as he continued his search. “And it happened enough times for Logan to get fed up and make a spare key. Virgil insisted we hide it to be safe, and it should be right about…” he trailed off, finally locating the large rock it was under. “Here!”

Roman lifted the key with a victorious flourish, hurriedly unlocking the door. Janus all but raced inside and made a beeline for his room, with Roman hanging up his umbrella close behind.

He, unlike Janus, froze in place immediately when he realized just how dark the apartment was. All he could focus on was the suffocating darkness that had filled every corner of the room and flooded his mind with panic. The whole apartment was vacant and void of light, casting eerie shadows and creating frightening shapes in their wake.

The power was out.

It was no secret that Roman disliked the dark, though he tried to downplay just how badly he was frightened of it. It obscured and obstructed his sight, leaving the surroundings open to his overactive imagination (which always ran the risk of manifesting) and left him feeling far too vulnerable and exposed for his liking. He felt simultaneously cut off from the world and surrounded by danger, and despite the faint flickering of a few candles that had been lit to compensate for the darkness, Roman could only think to search of light and safety.

Janus had gone upstairs, and the other sides must be up there, too. Even if he can’t find light he can at least make sure he’s not alone with the shadows. He hurried upstairs in a frantic search for sanctuary, pausing to recollect himself after finding the hallway to be even darker than the living room. Roman tried to gather his breath and cleared his head before finally spotting a sliver of warm, welcoming light peeking out from behind one of the bedroom doors.

Safety at last.

Eager to escape the darkness that surrounded him, he hurriedly tried to open the door, knocking loudly when he found it locked.

Janus finally opened the door, a warm glow from his room seeping out behind him. Despite his time spent left out in the rain, he was surprisingly dry.

“Are you trying to break my door down?” he hissed. “Not to be rude, but I’ve had enough socializing for today, so if you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone now.”

Janus started to close the door on him, and Roman felt his heart lurch as he realized he would be deprived of that safe, soothing light in Janus’ room. Panicked and desperate, Roman reached out a hand and caught the door before it could close, trying his best to force it back open.

“Are you serious?” Janus exclaimed, still blocking Roman from entering his room. “I told you to go. You’ve been more than willing to avoid me before, right?”

“Please,” Roman ignored the shake in his voice. “The power’s out and it’s dark everywhere else.”

“So?”

“So I can’t stand it. I just want some light, that’s all. I don’t like being in the dark. Please, Janus.”

On any other day, Roman would die from embarrassment at the thought of him begging Janus for help. Especially when the help involves admitting to his own weaknesses and fears. Right now, though, all he can focus on is how well-lit Janus’ room is, and how badly he wants to feel safe.

Janus stared silently back at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You’re scared of the dark, aren’t you?” he finally asked, an unpleasant mixture of condescension and intrigue in his voice.

Roman nodded, an inkling of shame now joining with his still present fear. Of course Janus would mock him for this. What is he thinking, going to Janus for help? It’s not like they’ve buried the hatchet in the storm outside or anything. Janus still hates him, and going to him for help is still a terrible idea. He must have lost his mind to think anything good would come of this.

“Please,” he whispered.

Janus gave him another look before letting out a deep sigh and stepping back, granting Roman access to his room.

“Normally I’d say no, but since you got me out of the storm I’ll oblige this one time,” he said with a groan. “Besides, I don’t like owing people.”

Roman thanked him before quickly heading inside, already feeling himself calm down now that he was out of the dark. Janus’ room was surprisingly decent, with ornate furnishings and regal gold decorations that stood out nicely against the black accents. On the wall to his right was a large, lit fireplace, the source of the reassuring light that lured Roman in here.

Janus sat down on a plush cushion close to the fireplace, picking up the book he must have been reading when Roman interrupted him.

“I wanted to enjoy some much-needed peace and quiet today, and I still intend on doing so, so while you’re here I want you to keep your hands and opinions to yourself, alright?” Janus asked him, the stern tone in his voice leaving no room for debate.

Roman nodded.

“Good, now make yourself comfortable and I’ll do the same.”

With little else to say or do, Roman obediently grabbed a cushion of his own and seated himself on the other side of the fireplace, close enough to be eased by its light while maintaining a respectful distance from Janus.

He didn’t have anything with him to occupy his time, so he instead looked around the room as his mind wandered, taking in the intricate and presumably expensive décor Janus filled his room with. Everything was organized and majestic, and despite Roman preferring lighter and more colorful shades, the lavish accents and atmospheric layout of Janus’ room were surprisingly appealing to his own personal tastes, save for the excessive snake-themed memorabilia, that is.

Roman’s gaze eventually wandered back to Janus, who was still focused on his book and seemed to be trying very hard to pretend Roman wasn’t there. The firelight illuminated his features and wrapped him in a warm and not unpleasant glow that, Roman had to admit, made him look more delicate and even approachable in an enigmatic but alluring way.

“You’re staring,” Janus muttered, eyes flicking up to him for a moment before returning to the page. “Is there a problem, or am I just that handsome?”

Roman flushed, looking away for a moment. “What? Oh, I mean, it’s just… I guess I wanted to say thanks. For letting me in your room, that is.”

Janus looked back up at him, eyes shining by the firelight. “… oh.”

“Uh, what are you reading?” Roman continued, now feeling obligated to keep up the conversation.

“Why are you asking?”

“Well, I’m curious. Is it a good book?”

Janus shifted in his seat. “I think so, but why do you care?”

Roman shrugged, not quite sure how to answer. Why does he care?

Janus let out a huff before going back to his book, muttering a quiet “that’s what I thought,” under his breath as he turned the page.

Janus continued reading, shuffling even closer to the fireplace with what sounded like either another sigh or a shiver. Considering the slight tremble in his hands that he couldn’t fully hide, Roman was tempted to think it was the latter.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” Janus replied with an unsubtle eye roll.

“It’s just, you’re kinda shaking a little bit. Do you not like the dark too?”

Janus stiffened slightly, his grip tightening on the book that he tried to look invested in. “I’m not afraid of the dark, Roman. You’re projecting.”

“Then why are you sitting so close to the fireplace, and why did you light it in the first place?”

Janus sighed before giving Roman a look that suggested he already knew the answer. “Fire isn’t just bright, Roman. Surely you’re clever enough to piece it together.”

Roman ran it over in his head. Janus had shivered just now, but he didn’t look afraid. He definitely didn’t look comfortable, though.

“Are you cold?”

“Congratulations on solving today’s puzzle,” Janus teased, his tone now a mocking version of a game show host for a moment before returning to its usual sardonic state. “Why else did you think I’d have a massive fireplace in my room? It’s good to have a backup heat source, and besides, it does set a rather nice ambiance,” he explained.

Well, it did make sense. He was coldblooded, after all, and even if it’s not freezing right now, a sudden chill can’t be good for him since the weather had taken out the thermostat with the lights. Roman wordlessly summoned a blanket before tossing it over to Janus, only shrugging in a vague response when he looked up at him in confusion.

“I suppose I should thank you,” Janus muttered, not fully looking at him as he wrapped himself up in Roman’s offered blanket.

“If you want. If you do, though, I should probably apologize.”

“Do you want to?”

Roman didn’t know how to answer. Part of him wanted to put this whole mess behind the both of them so they could at least try to get along together, but another part of him was still far too bitter and stubborn to let go so soon. They had both hurt and been hurt, and that pain wasn’t going away any time soon, but he’d be willing to apologize as long as he wasn’t the only one doing it.

“How about we leave it unspoken, then?” Janus offered with a small but sincere smile.

Roman gave him a similar half-smile in return. “That works for me.”

Janus gave him a brief nod in agreement before returning to his spot on the page, now looking noticeably more comfortable and far less displeased.

Roman couldn’t help but smile to himself, partially at having earned some gratitude from Janus, but also at how endearing he looked while bundled up in one of Roman’s blankets. Roman didn’t expect to actually refer to Janus like that, but then again he didn’t think he’d wait out a power outage with him either. This whole situation was surprising, but Roman didn’t really mind.

“You’re staring again.”

Roman felt his face heat up, and most certainly not from the fire. “Do you want me to stop?”

“… Not really,” Janus muttered. Roman only just managed to catch the slight blush on his face.

The two sat in silence after that, but it was a comfortable one with none of the tension from before. The rain could still be heard outside, though it was considerably quieter now. The storm must be passing now, and with luck the power might return within the next few hours.

But on the off chance that it didn’t…

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Janus mumbled, almost like he didn’t want to say it out loud.

Roman leaned forward slightly, straining to hear him better. “What was that?”

Janus held the book higher over his face, as if he were hiding behind it. “I was saying that if, for whatever reason the power is out all night, you’d be allowed to stay over. I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Wait, really?”

“You’re sleeping on the floor, but yes.” Janus lowered the book again, staring at Roman. “Unless of course you’d rather be alone in your own dark room all night.”

“Absolutely not,” Roman replied, a little too hastily. “I mean, um, I’m not against staying over, as long as you’re fine with it. Thanks, I guess, for offering.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Janus gave him another subtle smile that Roman found himself returning, and he realized he wouldn’t mind it if the lights didn’t come back on right away. Spending a dark and stormy night like this with Janus might not be the worst thing in the world.

taglist:

@lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @nico-the-overlord @rougeside4 @britt-ish123 @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @holdnarrytight @new-zee-land @yuckypuppie @can-i-take-a-stab @keitaisghost

[fazedlight]

Fandom creators tag game

Thank you @waytooinvested and @fabulousglitch for the tag!

1. What sort of content do you create, and what is the thing you’ve made that you’re most proud of?

Proudest fic - There are a few I tend to choose from, but right now it's Even Though You're Kryptonian

Fanvid - My Rise vid

2. What fandom(s) do you create for?

Supercorp. (And a very tiny amount of Dansen and soon Rojarias.)

3. What is your current favourite ship (or brotp if you prefer), and how controversial is it?

Supercorp!! I don't think it's a controversial ship, lol.

4. For your answer to question 3, are they canon?

They are to me 😌

5. What was your first fandom, and how old were you?

My first obsession (and still greatest love) was Xena. I started watching the show a few episodes into season 1, when I was 6 years old. It was very formative.

That said, I didn't really get involved in any fandom communities until Supercorp (in early 2022).

6. What is your most unhinged fandom creation to date?

I don't think I get super unhinged, but as a pilot I did like creating this dumb incorrect quote.

7. Do you remember what started you off creating fandom content, and if so, what was it?

I was getting frustrated at not being able to find certain types of fics, and it struck me that... I was allowed to write my own.

8. Do you let people you know in real life see your fandom creations?

Yup! My partner read my first two fics in support, and several of my IRL friends have read at least one of my fics because I didn't have the good sense to keep that information to myself when I was getting started. It's mortifying lol. But my friends are very cool people.

9. How do you feel about fanworks of fanworks? Has anyone ever made something based on a thing you made?

Fanworks of fanworks are amazing!!! I've been incredibly lucky to have that happen three times (post), and gotten asked for permission for a different continuation and a podfic that may eventually happen.

10. What feeling do you most often try to evoke with your creations?

Angst. Longing. Bits of compassion too.

11. Has someone ever paid your work a compliment (in any form) that has stuck with you, and what was it?

I love each and every one of my commenters ❤️

Honestly, the compliments that stick with me most are "I came back to reread this" or "this idea is still living rent-free in my head" type comments. I think that's what all writers and artists want - to feel that their art lasted in someone's mind beyond the first time seeing it.

12. What’s your favourite thing someone else has made that you’ve seen in the last 24 hours (and link it if you can find it again!)

Technically it was more than 24hrs ago but this art by @awaitingrain is so fucking cute!!

13. Give a small sneak preview of something you’re working on right now (eg a couple of sentences of fic from a WIP, a gif set theme, a small piece of a larger picture, whatever you feel happy to share)

I have a ficlet (that's getting out of control), here's a snippet:

Lena was cozying into the warmth of Kara’s body, when Lena spoke. “I’m thinking of visiting my mother’s house soon,” she said shyly. “I want to find out more about her. Where I came from.”

“That sounds lovely,” Kara said softly.

“Do you want to come with me?” Lena asked.

Kara hesitated.

14. Have you ever seen/read anything made by the person who tagged you? If so, what was it and what was your favourite thing about it? (pick a favourite if there are several)

Both of them are on my reading list 👀

15. Do you leave comments on fandom works, and if so how would you describe your comment style?

Some of my comments are very simple, some of my comments are very long. I've tried to get more consistent about commenting ever since starting to write, because I know how important it is. Unfortunately, I also read a lot less now that I'm writing more.

16. How many works in progress do you currently have? Will you finish them all?

I have 5 WIPs! I'm very confident I'll finish them all.

17. what’s the longest it’s ever taken you to finish a fandom project?

I guess my worldkiller Kara fic took a bit over 3 months, though part of that was spacing with the Supercorp Big Bang.

I tend to write fast. One of the things I'm actually trying to do is slow down to fill out the story a bit more.

18. Describe the thing you made most recently in a way that is technically true, but also completely misleading. Link the thing if it’s published!

Lena has a bad day in the lab (Clockwork).

19. Do you ever engage with fanworks for a fandom you’re not in? Which one(s) and how did you get into it?

I totally engage in fanart from other fandoms that cross my dashboard, particularly korrasami. I don't tend to read fanfic of stuff I haven't engaged in, though.

20. Recommend a fan work from your fandom to your followers

This fanvid is probably my favorite in the entire fandom.

Suggested tag list, but there are no rules here, follow your heart.

A mutual you have never actually spoken to but think seems cool - oh there are so many of these!! I am tagging @mssirey who I don't think I've had a proper convo with yet

The most recent person whose content you engaged with (eg read a fic, reblogged art, whatever form you feel best fits) - @thealieninhiding (though by the time I finish this very long post it might be someone else lol)

Someone whose content you saw via tags/reblogs and you followed them because of it - @jadedloverart!

Someone in your fandom that you think makes cool things - @ekingston

Someone in a different fandom that you think makes cool things - tagging @thatonebirdwrites who makes korrasami stuff too

Someone you always tag on things like this - I'm not sure there's someone I always tag but I'll pick @nottawriter as one of the people I frequently tag when I do these things

Someone you have never tagged before - @rebellionbear have I tagged you before?? you are cool so I am tagging you!

Someone you would like to get to know better - @femslashhistorian

Someone who makes art you like - @awaitingrain along with others above!

Someone who writes fics you like - @luthordamnvers along with others above!

[porcelainpocketfighter]

the Flight Rising NPCs as Jerma quotes

Tomo: So, you figure anything out in there? 'Nah he's clean, it's back to the drawing board.' Well, that's- uh- that's great. I don't know how to draw, so you're gonna have to do it for me.

Scribbles: [writing on parchment] Absolutly destoryed on red wine, sory guys

Crim: I need that claw. I need that tail. I NEED THAT TOOTH.

Pinkerton: Yeah, I got glasses but I don't really need 'em. I'm just gonna put 'em up there just in case I need to read something… like your number.

Swipp: We're gonna go over these (Funko Pops) one by one and we're gonna talk about if dragons would want them or not, okay? Let's be honest. Chun-Li? [nods] Ding, okay. Ding ding ding. Sure, fine. Ren & Stimpy? [incorrect buzzer noise] No. Half of the people at the Trading Post don't even know what that show is.

Pipp: I will try my hardest to eat one small- a 4x4 piece of plywood.

Tripp: My father is selling this item for one treasure. I mean, let's be real here: at what point do you just burn it?

Roundsey: People just come up to me and give me money, apparently because I remember what they look like.

Baldwin: Like, when you buy yogurt, you know, you can put it in the fridge for a long time. It's preserved! There's organisms that keep that shit alive. It's- I mean the- you could- there's bio… chemical… in there. [pats cauldron] There's biochemical in there.

Galore: You know what fuckin' dragons are supposed to be doing? We're supposed to be fucking picking up a wheelbarrow full of like, treasures and just, like, slowly walking with it and then delivering those treasures to the community… we're not supposed to be like, GIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITYGIGGITY.

Fiona: [to her roc, Prudence] Okay, wait. Lie down, roll over, claw. Oh, she's so fucking smart! Only my girl!

Arlo: What happened to the dinosaurs, anyway? Did they get extinct? I mean, did they— did they get extinct?

Avery: I can smell you making fun of me. Stop or I'll cry. Stop or I'll cry! STOP OR I'LL CRY!

Glass & Gloss: [singing] One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. One, two, threeeeeee-aaaaaah-ooooooooh. Hey, do that one again. Eeeeeeeeeeee-

Sage: When in doubt, radish it out.

Arvelle: What's my favorite flavor of gunpowder? Uh, blue raspberry.

Higgins: I feel like I'm the demon in this house. Like, there's a family of seven that lives here, and I don't even see them. I died here like 25 years ago, and I'm just in the house. Opening up the fridge, they hear weird noises from the basement at fuckin' 7 or 8 o' clock.

Marva: This is performance art! You guys don't understand, this is- this is a living painting that you're seeing. Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, they're all dead. I REMAIN, you understand? I REMAIN as a performance artist!

Joxar: I'm not Team Wind, and I'm not Team- uh- Lucas, or whatever it is. I'm Team Merchandise. I'm the guy who- I see what's going on here, and I start designing t-shirts for the eleven flights and make a trillion gems.

Patches: Hey guys. You want me to get drunk on Pirate Week and play with the ship's cannons?

Susie: Bitch I'm going uwu mode?

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

More SAMS & MAFS incorrect quotes becuse LUNAR!

Sun: Why would you give a knife to Puppet?! KC, shrugging: Puppet felt unsafe. Sun: Now I feel unsafe! KC: I’m sorry… KC: Would you like a knife?

Puppet: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Monty: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts? Puppet: If a alligator eats your dad, they become your new dad. Monty: I... don't know how to respond to that...

Moon, probably: It's not ugly, just aesthetically challenged.

Monty: Can you be serious for five minutes? Lunar: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Monty: Hey. Foxy: Hey? Monty: I can't sleep. :/ Foxy: I can. Goodnight.

Rays: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Moon: I don't have pupils.

Monty: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Puppet. Puppet: Hey, fuck you.

Moon: Is… he meant to be on fire? Monty, staring at Pops on fire: No… not really. Moon: Are you going to do something about it? Monty: Hm… nah.

Monty: Yesterday, I watched Lunar try to eat a decorative rock from Earth's potted plant. Sun caught them, and told them they can't eat rocks. Lunar started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

Rays: slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. Monty: This is light?!

Foxy: Remember what I told you. Monty: Don’t be a cunt?

Monty, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often? Earth, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.

Sun: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Monty: The afterlife, I guess.

Moon: Earth, gather the others. We need to have another Sun-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Monty: You bought a taco? Puppet: Yes. Monty: From the same truck that hit Lunar?! Puppet, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help them.

Moon: So what do you have planned for the future? Lunar: Lunch. Moon: No, like long term. Lunar: Oh…um, dinner?

Eclipse, done with everything: I don’t think my death ray is working. I’m standing right in it, and I’m not dead yet.

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. Puppet: Which one? I have three. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Puppet: Which one? I have three. Monty, distantly: HEY!!!

Monty: seductively takes off glasses Wow, you're… blurry. (I like to think their sunglasses are prescription)

Earth: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Puppet… Monty: As you should be. Earth: No, for real, they're kind of- Monty: As. You. Should. Be.

The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one Monty: I'm going to let you down. Earth: Sounds fun? Puppet: K. Moon: No, I'm fucking not. Foxy: Do I have to be? Sun: Please god, I am so tired.

Rays: I don’t need to touch grass, I need the fall of capitalism.

Monty: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Sun: But don't you hate yourself. Monty: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

Sun, on like 5% seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Sun, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Puppet: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

Lunar: Puppet, what if there are monsters? Puppet: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… Lunar, lying awake at night: I am the monster.

The squad is playing a team sport Earth: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Lunar? Rays: Have you ever played a game with Lunar? Earth: No… Rays: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine? Meanwhile, on the other side of the field Lunar, chasing Sun: I SAID STOP FUCKING TALKING!! SHUT YOUR TRAP! COME HERE I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU!

Everyone is playing a board game together Foxy: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Earth: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Monty: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Moon: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Monty:... Earth: Oh dear Monty: flips the board

Foxy, at Monty's funeral: I need a moment with them. Pops: Of course. He leaves Foxy, leaning over Monty′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Monty: Yeah, no shit.

Puppet: Are you listening to me? Monty, who's been zoned out since before the conversation started: nods Puppet: What did I just say? Monty: nods Puppet: …

KC: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!! Rays: KC- Rays: It- it was just an ant-

Foxy, to Puppet and Monty: holding knife out in front of them Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Puppet: … Monty: … Puppet: That is such an open-ended question. Monty: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-

Foxy: What’s it like being tall? Foxy: Is it nice? Foxy: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Monty: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want. Lunar: It was one time!

The Squad is at Home Depot Lunar: Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section Monty, Puppet, & Sun: Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles while Sun is screaming his head off, he wanted no part in this! Moon: Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes Rays: Just wanted some goddamn light bulbs and everyone ruined it Earth: In the car sleeping

Monty, to themself: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Monty: I just heard Lunar call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

Monty: Just be careful, Lunar! Lunar: heading out the door I'm always careful, Monty! Lunar: It's everything around me that's careless.

Earth: I don't want to fight you! Moon: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Puppet: What’s something you guys are better than Monty at? Foxy: Mario Kart. Lunar: Yeah, video games. Earth: Emotional vulnerability.

Moon: I wasn’t that drunk. Sun: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Moon: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Lunaar: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Rays: That sounds like a terrible plan. Sun: Oh, we've had worse.

Monty: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. Monty: That's why I own TEN guns. Monty: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

Foxy dies in a game with ships Puppet: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us. Puppet: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury. Moon: Legend has it that Foxy still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks. Foxy: Of course I do.

Puppet: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Monty: Yeah- Moon: kicks in the door

Monty: shatters a window and climbs through it Monty: turns around and helps Lunar through it Breaking and entering is wrong Lunar. Lunar: Okay.

Lunar: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Eclipse: But did I make you cry? Lunar: cries on the spot Eclipse: …Shit.

Monty: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

[mag7dumbies]

4 years ago I sent this to a complete stranger…. I have no idea why I sent it or why it is completely deranged but I sent it and 4 years later we are probably closer than two people 1,000 miles away could be

Kaz it’s been 4 years, 1,461 days, that have been the best days of my life, because you have been in them. You are my oracle, my rock, and the other half of my brain. I have no idea what I did to be so lucky to have met you.

In the first days of our friendship I think we wrote 4 peer reviewed papers just on Ezra Standish alone. I don’t think I ever told you this but I saved some (most) (for at least the first week) of our messages in a word doc because I liked rereading our convos. You are still just as verbose and detailed as you were back then and I consider myself so lucky to be able to read about your OCs and Aus whenever you get a hankering to share (which is fortunately often)

You have made me grow in so many ways, with your kindness and your snark. I strive to be as good a friend to you as you are to me. You’ve broaden my tastes to the moon (Fire and Ice and The Eagle are still burned into my brain) (Special mention to Rem Lezar and those eps of Rawhide because I can’t put those psychological horrors in this category but I wanted to mention it because they would have been good cause to lose my number... and yet)

Kaz this message could probably last at least 3,000 words, when it probably needs just three, I love you, I honestly believe it’s more than love, it is just a natural part of my heart, that you now inhabit. There is not a quality that you’ve shown me that I don’t love, from your strong convictions (that have rubbed off on me), your imagination that knows few bounds, and especially your patience. You are probably more important to me then you know and I hope I give as much as I get because you deserve it. Kaz you are the whole package plus about 6 other packages that I didn’t expect but happily unwrapped

I remember in 2022 when our friendship went from a casual, still very close but casual relationship, to what it is today. Our first watch party was the last two eps from Our Flag means Death season 1. What babies we were back then, there was little talking (due to how we watched but still) there was no screaming no brain melting a far cry from today. Our Saturday nights have always been sacred to me and I will/have bent over backwards to not miss them, they make getting through the week an easy task because I know I will be able to hang out with you for approximately 4-8 hours which sounds crazy and is crazy. Anyway now in 2024 I literally can’t imagine a day we aren’t in contact (I still get soft when I remember that week where I barely had the energy to open your messages and yet you were here on Tumblr being a bright spot which i definitely needed) And I get to have that everyday even if it’s just a check in or a in-depth psychology analysis on Jess Harper I get to have the pleasure of talking to you which is priceless.

One more thing Kaz when I met you I didn’t have close friends I had a couple but they felt very hollow and it was hard to communicate with them sometimes, due to my Visions TM (it’s probably the autism but I’ll blame Visions and not how my brain functions) my real world friends did not share my interest in Gay cowboys or weird shows from the 70s so I felt very alone for a long time but then I threatened a random Incorrect quotes blog and I found someone I could make a home out of a multitude of fandoms with. You will have no idea what an impact you’ve made on me. And I hope we have at least 80,000 more anniversaries that we can share

I could go on, I should go on because I definitely don’t think I talked enough about how perfect you are and literally you are perfection but this has to come to an end for one our sakes lol. Kaz you really are the breath under my wings and I want to make sure you never forget just how much I cherish you

I am so excited to see you in person in 144 days!!!

@incorrect-gunslingers

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

I TORTURED GOV! <333 I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE- YALL CHOSE HIM FOR THE TORTURE VICTIM MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-[dies]

@misery-has-no-company-now :)

Summary: life gets too much for the poor suit bastard and he snaps at PA

TW for: mention of wanting to do s3lf h4rm, but no actual sh. And talks of alcoholism and possible 4bus3?

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    It was around 8pm and Gov had just about had enough. Enough of what? Life. F*cking life. Email after email......document after document......scolding after scolding......paper after paper......coffee after coffee...... sleepless night after sleepless night......he was simply done with it. This was his life every day. God everything was so loud...

    Gov eyed the dagger on the corner of his desk. He remembers his sister, International District of Columbia or just IDC, gifting him the dagger a few years ago, though he couldn't exactly remember why. And he wasn't going to try to. He was way too tired for that. He continues to stare at the dagger for another five minutes, allowing those thoughts to fill his already crowded mind. He didn't exactly want to die right? No...... Just a little bit of blood...nothing much... he started to reach for the intricately designed blade. C'mon... no one will even notice...just a little... He pulls his hand back before it makes contact with the hilt. No. He couldn't. Not after the years of being clean. He can't. But would anyone actually notice if I just took a little blood...? Yes. Yes they would. ...but would they...?

    He was quickly ripped out of his thoughts as he heard a knock on the door. Gov quickly ran a hand through his hair and wiped away the tears that he hadn't even noticed had built up in his eyes. He took a sip of coffee before saying:

    "Come in!" in his voice that was raspy from disuse. He turned back to his work. He heard the faint sound of the door opening. And the sound of it locking. Through the corner of his eye, he could see Pennsylvania. Why him... he didn't feel like talking to his father. If he could even call him that. He never acted like much of a father to be honest. A good father isn't supposed to get drunk and thrown into a blind rage almost every night. A good father wouldn't neglect and ignore his son until he needed him. A good father wouldn't sit calmly knowing that his son was being bombarded with unreasonable amounts of work that was definitely too much for one man to do on his own and then getting yelled at or worse when there's a small mistake or when one little paper amongst several doesn't get turned in. Yeah. Pennsylvania is hardly what Gov would consider a good father. Yet still, he turned his chair towards him and put on his very practiced polite voice:

"Hello Pennsylvania, how may I help you?" he asked, smiling politely. That smile that was for sure not genuine. The one he used when talking to politicians and sh*t.

"C'mon. Ya need to take a break idiot." said the keystone state, his voice filled with...concern??? Well that's new...

"I'm fine." muttered Gov, voice barely above a whisper.

"No yer not. Ya can't go this long without sleepin' or eatin' or drinkin' anythin' besides coffee and energy drinks. It ain't good for ya."

"...since when did you care?"

"what?"

Gov looked up from his work to weakly glare at his father. "I said, Pennsylvania, since when did you care?"

"What are ya on about?? Yer my kid! O' course I care about you!!"

Welp. That was the last straw.

"What the hell do you mean ya care??? Since when didja ever care about me????" Gov said, raising his venom-filled voice a little as his NE accent started making itself known.

"What??? Gov, you're my son, why the f(speaks PA)k would I not care??? What are you on about????"

Gov laughed a bit in almost a psychopathic way. Pennsylvania backed up slightly as Gov arose from his seat, staring down into his very soul.

"You???? THE Commonwealth of Pennsylvania?? Cares about me??? Oh that's gold." Gov said, towering over his father.

"What the F(SPEAKS PA)K are you talkin' about?! Since when have I ever stopped lovin' you?!" Pennsylvania shouted.

"So the years of you watching me constantly getting bombarded with overwhelming amounts of work was love?? The constant nights of you gettin' drunk every goddamn night and bein' thrown into a blind rage by every little thing was love??? Every single time you sat by and watched as I was brutally scolded and sometimes hit by my handlers was love???? Only ever bein' proud of me when I was workin' my ass off was love????? THAT was love?!?!" Gov shouted. Damn did it feel good to yell.

"......"

"WELL?! ANSWER MY GODDAMN QUESTIONS GODDAMNIT!!" Gov shouted again, tears rolling down his face.

"I- I know that you're angry......"

"I'm not angry, I am in pain, and YOU put me here!!" said the younger personification, holding back a choked sob. He glared not daggers, but swords into his father's soul. The Keystone State squirmed a bit uncomfortably at the feeling of his son's gaze. Good.

"I-"

Gov chokes back another sob, "You! The person who's supposed to love me more than anything..."

Pennsylvania finally backed out of the corner he had backed himself into. "G-Gov I-" he placed a hand on Gov's shoulder.

"Git the HELL OFF OF ME!!" Gov said before delivering a harsh slap to Pennsylvania's face, leaving the older state in shock. After a few seconds, Gov came to the realization of what he just did. 'I'm such an idiot...' he thought to himself as he frantically looked for an exit.

Gov got up and ran towards the door, shoving his father out of the way in the process. He bolted through the Northeast Floor of the statehouse, trying to ignore any confused looks from the NE states that were still awake and out. He ran about halfway before stopping near a window. He knew that right below the window was Louisiana's room. Loui. Loui is safe. Loui is good. Must go to Loui. Gov opened the window and jumped out, ignoring the slight pain that shot through his legs when he landed. As he started to catch his breath, he heard a window open and a few soft voices:

"Sha??? Are ya aight??" Loui...

"What the hell?? Damn Fed I didn't know this was mission impossible!" Florida...

!SMACK!

"Ow!"

"Shut yer damn mouth Florida! Hon are ya okay??" Texas...

"Eh he'll be fine it ain't that big of a drop." New York. Duh.

"York it's at least a 4 or 5 story drop!" Cali...

"And?"

"I-"

Gov never thought he would feel so relieved to hear the voices of his boyfriends. He never thought he would be so relieved to feel strong arms pull him up and in through the window......

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[alec-onion]

YAYAYAYAYAY!!

so this is my intro that I’m sure literally NO ONE will read but I’m bored so :3

HAIIII!! I’m Alec/Len! But you can just call me Alec to avoid confusion with Len Kagamine, if you’d like! I’m 15! Somehow. I still can’t believe that I survived this long..

Anyway, You can use whatever pronouns! I don’t mind :D

My other blogs:

@proseka-incorrect-quotes (Dead until further notice lmao if you want pjsk incorrect quotes go to incorrect-pjsk-idk) (NEVERMIND ITS BACK)

@alec-reblogs rb acc!! Mostly just to spam reblog kanade-memes-daily’s posts lmao

I love:

-Vocaloid (LEN, OLIVER, GUMI, AND PIKO ESPECIALLY!!)

-Drawing (ART ART ART ART!!) (I cant really draw digital though-)

-PROJECT SEKAI!! (Words cannot explain how I feel for this game)

-FNAF!! (I LOVE FNAF OMG)

-Genshin impact (FURINA ESPECIALLY!!)

-Gravity Falls (Yes I know it ended YEARS ago but I’m still not over that show)

-OMORI (I omor!!)

-Len Kagamine (I’d never draw myself so I just draw him instead lol)

-Ships: AKITOYA (omg omg omg-), Honakana, Arlefuri (but idrk if thats ok tbh, I’ll judge after im done with fontaine.), Ruikasa, RANPOE (I DONT EVEN LIKE BSD THAT MUCH ANYMORE BUT OMG…), Cynari, SETHOSCARA, Xingyun

I’m okay with:

-Ships I don’t ship (As long as they’re not problematic or weird!)

-Personal questions (I can still not answer!)

-Cursing (Slurs and Cursing are DIFFERENT, I’d like to remind you)

Im NOT okay with:

-Using my art w/ no credit, sure none of it is impressive but if you end up using/saving tell me! Im curious abt how many ppl actually end up keeping my art anyway. You can use it without credit as a profile or banner I guess.. Just don’t claim it as your own or repost it (without credit ofc)! :D

-Insults like: Kys, Your mom didn’t love you, or you were an accident/mistake are TOO MUCH.. (Especially since I barely say anything controversial I think-)

-Calling me names/Making fun of me because of my sexuality or gender makes me sad

Please avoid sending pictures of food (unless they’re a drawing or smth) it isn’t too bad if you end up doing that tho! I just have personal problems with food.

REMEMBER! “WERE SILLY UNTIL IT MAKES SOMEONE UNCOMFORTABLE!” -A wise man (literally just me)

TAGS:

#alec rb (reblogs!)

#alec srb (self-reblogs!)

#alec art (my art!)

#alec yap (any post with more than like two sentences of text)

#alec answers (IVE NEVER USED THIS ONCE ASAAHSHGWHAHA 😔😔)

*insert Ego rock (specifically the wonderlands x showtime cover)*

[thegeminisage]

i'm 'tell me what it was like in 2014' anon and can i just say. i am so honored by the time and care you put into that answer. WOW. it was such a delight to read and kind of vicariously experience. i'm 18 now so i was 9 when winter soldier came out, needless to say it was not really on my radar. But i've always been interested in those kind of golden tumblr age fandoms (doing destiel from 2020-2022 was like. the best experience of my lifeeee) and even like in middle school i was scrolling through pinterest screenshots of avengers incorrect quotes etc. that creative generativeness and collective celebration seems like. such a utopia honestly. what you described, and the cultural context of it being the mid 2010s and how media and politics and the internet wereback then seems so perfectly aligned. i'm happy you got to experience something so special! re: not easily conquered. i read it a few years ago just because of how renowned it was and. well you KNOW. and anyway the crazy fucking whiplash i got from realizing the supernatural blogger i followed later was EMILY??. the fandom's interest in history and culture is also especially beautiful to me. i will literally never see the winged victory the same way again. ik people always say fics written 2012-2015 have crack in them but stucky was on another level. people were doing literal highbrow analysis and art..that banana fic. i have i love you like rlb saved on my notes app from like 2018 when i was in middle school. the dedication and like crazy amount of work that went into the fandom is just out of this world to me. like i'd give my soul to be there honestly.. you just dont get things like that anymore. again thank you so so much for your wonderful long answer, and like honestly. if i ever pursue some project on fandom history i might ask to interview you or sth. but anyway, suffice it to say: i really really wish i could have gotten to see it first hand, but thank goodness i can still go back and read fic and look at fanart and. thank you it's been long long time by helen forrest. and i''m so glad people who were active online then are still on tumblr to talk about it all

hi sorry it took me a minute to reply i was doing accursed ten year rewatch of Movie. i have an extended reply.

you should listen to this...someone sent this to my friend and it unlocked memories i didn't knew i had

much like rlb, which was insane of you to remember, because i sure didn't. dropped that on the groupchat earlier and got to gleefully watch the horror of memories unlocked unfold on their faces

also so true about destiel tumblr. sustained madness. i romanticized stucky tumblr a little in my answer bc of nostalgia like i wasn't also making mortal enemies at the same time (i sometimes spot the urls of people who made me mad back then and have a ratatouille flashback) i was making those lifelong friends BUT you're not missing anything major bc the destiel madness FAR exceeded the stucky madness. there was just so much more mania to it.

when i was in high school i had the enduring desire to have been born in the 60s so i could be a hippie full time. i thought their clothes and anti-establishment attitudes were groovy. i feel like this is you about mid-2010s tumblr and i absolutely love that for you.

that said, you may not get movies like cap2 anymore but you will certainly get fandoms like it...i recently got into trek and reading spockanalia and all their vintage fic from the 60s and 70s and 80s and seeing in some ways how spock shock is so similar to destiel madness (and THEY didn't even have the internet) has taught me that the girlies gender neutral have been out here and primed to go insane from day one and that as long as there are mentally ill teens and 20-somethings who like media there will always be people who go insane about the media. they will grow into the 30-somethings and 40-somethings and higher that write the good fic and sell the smutty fanzines under the tables at cons. there will never be another tos or cap2 or nov 5 but certainly there will always be SOMETHING to go joyfully nuts about on the internet. the tricky part is just finding ur people

[skyward-floored]

Hi!! I saw ur fandom veteran post, and I was wondering if you think the fandom has expanded or shrunk since say, the bunny legend stuff for example? Like are there any notable changes you’ve witnessed over the years. No pressure to respond I was just curious since I’ve only been in it for a year or so haha

Well let’s see... my memory with dates and stuff isn’t the greatest but here’s what I do remember.

For a long while we were rather small. I pretty much knew who everyone was (this was before I had a tumblr of course, I just lurked and sent occasional anons) and there weren’t a ton of newcomers. There were about two incorrect quote blogs, and everybody pretty much knew everyone else. Chain meets wild fics were just starting to grow in popularity as I recall XD

Somewhere around divine dark reflections (and/or pandemic I think, somewhere in there) our number upticked pretty quick; we certainly didn’t get on trending or anything but there was a lot more fan content and blogs, and if you said ‘linkeduniverse’ to a zelda fan there was a fair chance they’d know what you were talking about.

So we were steadily growing, but not too ridiculously fast. Lu was still a small fandom, but considering it was for a fancomic we were pretty big.

But then I think right around last June when we had that month of weekly updates was when the fandom really exploded; suddenly we were on trending, we were number one on trending, everyone wanted to know what lu was (who the dog that died was hah) and we had tons of newcomers.

I’d say since then we just kept growing, going from small to at least medium sized, and we were no longer a teensy fancomic fandom, we’d gotten on trending. Compared to how the fandom used to be we were huge.

And of course, the bigger a fandom gets, the more problems it attracts.

There were a couple incidents, but the breaking point was the whole... everything, about you-know-what a month or two ago. It really shrunk us. A lot of people left, which is fine I totally get it, but we’re way smaller now.

I think we’re still bigger then we were back in the day. But we’re certainly much smaller then this time last year; I’d say maybe we’re about the same size of when bunny Legend was revealed or so (that’s a very vague estimate though)

And honestly I prefer it that way XD smaller fandoms tend to be nicer, more fun, and just better in general. Less mean anons anyway.

That being said of course, I do think we’re growing again. Not too fast. But we are. It’s just the nature of things, and linkeduniverse is just so good that some people are always going to be interested in it.

Hope this was what you were looking for, reading back on it I’m realizing I got kind of rambley XD

[aerequets]

hello I am obsessed with you and your mind, and I must ask you for recommendations of miraculous comics/fanfics/artist/etc because I trust your opinions and I am in love with you okay thanks

the way this made me laugh SDKLHSLHFW if i was not on my computer right now i would spam with the sparkly eye emoji (pleading emoji? idk what its called but its like O_O but less. creepy. okay im done)

i made this mini rec list a short while ago for some of my favorite fics off the top of my head. i would dig through my bookmarks on ao3, except i made it really recently and i only have like 7. rip

as for fancomics:

@hamsternamedmarinette invented comedy. literally so funny like.... how does her brain work? if you want a good laugh (like a full on belly laugh, wheezing laugh, painful laugh) this is the blog. every comic is just whiplash in the best way

@anna-scribbles draws them so soft???? AGAIN if i could use emojis YOU KNOW THE EMOJI IM TALKING ABOUT.... LIKE THE o_o CUTE ONE? her art is the personification of that. and its also so funny and the punchline always hits just righttt

@zoe-oneesama i think pretty much everyone knows about her Scarlet Lady AU, but just in case you don’t, it’s a reimagining of the show where chloe steals the ladybug miraculous from marinette and becomes a superpowered pain in the butt. it’s,,, so well done and really funny and lots of things that bother me from the show bother the author too so she fixes them LMAO 

@buggachat again, i think everyone knows about this blog but just. top tier comedy. such funniness. but also hella angst sometimes. they’ve got a baker enemies AU going on rn and its DELICIOUS. basically hawkmoth has been defeated, everyone knows it was gabriel agreste, and adrien (who was chat noir, but never revealed his identity to mari/LB) is suspected by everyone and ostracized :( this “everyone” is namely MARINETTE who thinks he’s after her bc he found out she’s the guardian and. it is a lot so i won’t try to explain it all but hopefully that gives you the gist of it LOL

@carpisuns was debating whether to put this blog under fancomics or fanart BECAUSE SHE DOES BOTH AND SHE DOES BOTH AT THE SAME TIME AND SHE DOES THEM SO WELL !!!! FULLY COLORED COMICS? SONG LYRIC COMICS?? AND THE FEELS.... the feels hit you hard here. but the fluffy feels too so dw

now FANART

@rosekasa CUTE. SO CUTE. LIKE U JUST WANNA KISS THE ARTS LIKE MWAH they’re so cUUUUTEEEEE her style is like a marshmallow, it’s so fluffy and sweet and. its just so cute oh my god i have no other vocabulary for it 

@jjuuppiter artwork? ON POINT. aus? ON POINT. ANIMATIONS? SO ON POINT !!!!! THE ANIMATIONS BLOW ME AWAY you might have seen one where it was like an anime opening as miraculous? like i didnt know the anime but i cant tell you how many times i’ve rewatched that animation BECAUSE IT IS JUST SO COOL. i love it sm its crazy good

@lc-holy this is another one of the fancomic/fanart crosses because ALL HER COMICS ARE COLORED AND SO BEAUTIFUL... i put carpisuns in comics so im putting this blog under fanart, that is the only reason LOL but PLEASE CHECK THIS OUT the work she puts into the comics is amazing and you can just see it ....... so good. such good food

@picayunearts  (for some reason tumblr wasnt linking this blog so i manually did it and hopefully i did not mess it up) literally jaw dropping. their use of colors and mood setting is GORGEOUS and as a chicken-scratch artist who never colors i am so envious LMAO. it’s just like... u can just stare it at for at least six minutes straight. at least i did 

now for headcanons and stuff (there’s only 2 but i had to mention them)

@gale-gentlepenguin amazing AUs, amazing headcanons, you get the whole package, angst, comedy, fluff, NAME IT. (also amazing april fools jokes LOL)

@sariahsue lots of incorrect quotes!!! was lowkey stalking the blog to see if i could draw any LMAOOO (i think they write fics too, and im pretty sure i have read them before i had an ao3, but because im 99.9% sure and not 100% this is not under fics) 

okay this got super long and i just KNOW im missing so many blogs. these are the ones i could think of off the top of my head while im in english class (oops). i will definitely add on more when i remember them, but theres just so much TALENT IN THIS FANDOM this post could be miles long and still not include everyone 

[octoagentmiles]

Hey! I’m a massive Octonauts fan (I’ve even written a musical based on my favourite episode, Amazon Adventure). I have autism, but I don’t talk about it because I don’t like the way it makes me act/feel sometimes. I just want to say I feel so accepted and happier about myself when I read your Octonauts headcanons. What are your hcs for Kwazii? He’s my favourite character.

Your ask made me really happy 💓💓 aaaa~

I'm glad that my posts make you feel accepted, honestly I feel the same way about myself sometimes, and these headcanons are a way that I make myself feel better. Some Kwazii headcanons coming right up!

to quote a post I made full of headcanons a long while ago; "kwazii has adhd and he's trans. and y'know how everyone's eyes are just black? well i think if they had actual colors, kwazii would have heterochromia. he can purr but it's really quiet and he's embarrassed about it, so the only way you could hear it is if you were hugging him really close. the captain is the only one who's heard it."

I still believe all that, and here's some more:

Him and Barnacles sometimes have days reserved just for training. Mainly for training Kwazii to be Captain one day, either temporarily in an emergency, or if something really bad happens. Despite the pressure, the two tend to have a lot of fun on these days.

Due to being alone for most of his pirate days, he still isn't used to being surrounded by friends all the time, and definitely not used to talking about his feelings, so he probably just doesn't often. Barnacles is the only one whose ever gotten close.

Y'know how extroverts like to adopt introverts? That's his relationship with Peso. He took one look at that blob of anxiety and said "Ah. Guess I'm a father/older brother now."

Tweak used to be annoyed with him most of the time, especially in the season 1-2 era, but he grew on her eventually, and now she's only slightly mad when he crashes a gup. (as opposed to very mad.) Now she is to Kwazii what Kwazii is to Peso. He activates her primal mom-friend instincts.

He likes to try to impress Shellington every chance he gets. Luckily for him, it's very easy. He knows not to mess around in his lab, though.

He's secretly a really good artist! He drew almost all of his maps himself. He also drew the picture he had of Barnacles and Peso in The Caves of Sac Actun. He probably makes comics of his monstery tales.

I think he may be dyslexic, because one: he consistently struggles with big words and pronunciation, and two: the way he speaks is grammatically incorrect. He misuses pirate dialect constantly, ie: saying "mateys" or "me hearty" interchangeably, when irl "matey" and "me hearties" are meant to be used as singular and plural forms of the same word. The reason he does this could also be because he didn't grow up near a crew who he could of picked it up from. Instead, he likely just vaguely remembered how Calico Jack talked, and ran with it. Interestingly, Calico Jack so far has not misused these words.

[a-lil-perspective]

Hi there, I'm fairly new to your blog, and I love your posts! Particularly the incorrect BB quotes 🤣 Forgive my confusion, but do your posts referring to Auntie/CH and Cyare/Hunter related to stories that you've written? Because of so, I would love to read them, but I'm not sure where to look! Thanks for your time and for sharing your work ☺️

Hi, welcome to the playground. XD Thank you for showing interest!!!

I think the incorrect quotes are middle ground here for a lot of fans. XD I’m more funny than I am a waxing poetic, I think, lol.

So! To answer your question:

It’s… actually a long story???😂Kind of complicated so bear with me.

So, for Hunter and Cyare, I don’t have full length fics/storylines on them or what have you, though I do write the occasional drabble in their favor. You’ll find them maybe under my #papa hunterverse tag or #cyare. Also #papa and honey or #the adventures of honey and himbo. I’m suddenly drawing a blank as to what all I’ve created for them. XD I don’t even remember how they came to fruition. Something to do with me envisioning Hunter fathering a lot of babies and there you have it. XD So their storyline is pretty straightforward. Lots of domesticity and a crap ton of children (all girls). XD Also, the character “Cyare” is a bit ambiguous. She’s Hunter’s wife/significant other, but she’s not an OC, and she’s not a reader insert, not exactly. I’m not really sure what she is. I don’t even have an appearance for her or an image of it conjured up in my mind. I don’t even have an actual name for her. I just know her personality and I build up around that.

That being said, it’s kind of nice because the reader (you all) can interpret her however you wish; she’s multi-faceted so if you view yourself, as the reader, in her place, right on! If you view her as an oc or independent vessel, right on! I like to keep my creative channels as open and inclusive as possible.

Now, for Crosshair and Auntie. A good question, and not simple to answer.

Almost two years ago, I began writing and posting a multi-chapter fic that was post-order: 66 and revolving around the BB and Crosshair, but mostly Crosshair and his significant other. I’m not gonna link that, because I never finished it, and it kind of brings up icky feelings for me. It was my very first “story” and it’s very cringe.

Anywho. I’ve sort of taken bits and pieces from that (including Cross’ son Asher, who was a major plot point in that story) and transferred it over to present day; in which is now my #crossverse by and large. I’m still building on that. #cross’buir, #ram’ser husband, #crosshair and auntie, and #domestic!crosshair are all good places to look. Also, do have a look at #vigilante!crosshair sometime; I won’t explain it here because I don’t want to overwhelm you anymore than I probably have but it’s pretty neat.

OH OH check out the #ba’vodu crosshair tag because there’s some fluff, fluffy stuff with our grumpy sniper and Hunter’s children.

As for “Auntie”; she’s Crosshair’s wife/significant other and like Cyare, she does not have a consolidated appearance or name and is open to interpretation. Actually that is a lie I DO have a name for her and have for some time but I’ve just been hesitant to share lol. Hers and Crosshair’s story/relationship is far less straightforward. Whereas Hunter x Cyare is very lighthearted, very domestic fluff, Crosshair x Auntie center around more mature themes, allowing me to dabble into more relationship strife and growth. Because they do have quite a lot of it. Because let’s face it; a relationship with Crosshair is NOT easy. They’ve been through the ringer. I’m working on and off on a large fic (that tbh I will probably never ever finish lol) with the intent on hopefully bridging together every point and premise I’ve ever created for them. But that is a far cry.

Anywho, I feel bad that you have to go scouring and please know I don’t expect you to; I’m a little all over the place on a good day and unfortunately that transfers over to my creations. So, just kick back and enjoy the ride and tomfoolery. There’s quite a lot of it. Thanks for being here.

[nightwingsaregoths]

4/30/22

TL;DR: Being bored in online class is why this blog exists and why I even started writing a Thorn x Stonemover fanfiction and got back into Wings of Fire.

Today marks the day where exactly a year ago, I opened up my fanfiction document and tried to write a Thorn and Stonemover fix-fic. But, honestly, my efforts have been a little longer than that (this blog exists because of a domino series of events)

Okay, but I got bored in class around last year’s February and searched up how to draw Sunny. Anyway, I had such fun that I decided to reread The Brightest Night because I remembered it fondly. It was my first Wings of Fire book ever, actually. I was reading about Sunny ending the war and I’m pretty sure that I didn’t even read The Dragonet Prophecy until a year after that.

So yeah, I read up to the chapter where Sunny met Stonemover and I felt so bad for him :( That turned into a decision to try and write Stonemover a happy ending because he deserved better.

Approximately weeks and garbage writing later (youch, it was bad. I don’t think I’d count it as actually writing fanfiction but that was around March 2021). I realized that I wrote garbage, promptly abandoned it, and started again, before rereading Wings of Fire and getting into the fandom again. Also, I started accumulating incorrect quotes like a sick dragon on top of a hoard of gold.

At 4/30/21, I made a new google document! Then, I spent 8 months being miserable while writing something that I didn’t even want to write. I mean, good effort, past me, but not particularly what I wanted. Especially because I had about no plot and intricately described the setting instead of actually having said plot. I think that was a big struggle period while writing, things were tough ;-;.

Anyway, in June of 2021, I believe I published my Wings of Fire incorrect quotes and memes on wattpad because my meme document was about 70 pages long and I needed to get rid of them. Anyway, I think I had about what, 11 pages left before I decided to delete it all, but I’m somehow still ongoing with my Wings of Fire incorrect quotes and memes because I’ve gone to tumblr instead of hitting the generator.

In August, I was walking in the woods and had a weird idea, so I pumped out Corn, and gave up after about 2 months. (I might update it one day, just because why not, but currently my main fanfiction is my true love. I actually don’t mind it, I made up names for every one of Coral’s unnamed 28 sons but it was sort of crack-y and Thorn and Coral wouldn’t actually be compatible with each other at all. I only wrote it because it was weird and a little funny, which was the opposite of my other fanfiction at the time). 

Sometime in November, after putting Corn on the backburner, I think I rewrote my fanfiction again. But, I was still unhappy while writing that, and realized that I didn’t like it, but apparently I hung on because I was a fool. Anyway, I did create a stupidly long outline doc so there’s that. I learned the Three Act Plan and had this whole plot that I may or may not scrap now, and I’m sorry to anyone who had to listen to me ramble back in the day. 

Around December, I wrote, and abandoned an 80s songfic that had a trashfire of a main pairing. I don’t think I would ever let it see the light of day, but bits and pieces of it still exist in my main fanfiction. It was called “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight” after the Cutting Crew song and if I told you the plot, it would be potential spoilers. I’ve decided to put it in as a backstory, but I tweaked it quite a bit. But yeah, I set my love interests up to be a garbage fire because they would never work well, and that’s partially why I stopped.

In January, I had a mild crisis and probably tried rewriting my main fanfiction because I was still unhappy. I mean, it did make me feel unhappy. Back then, and for the last year-ish or so, I only wrote in Stonemover POV and that was frustrating and it felt like being trapped, in a way, because on one hand, I wasn’t letting him talk or be free, and it felt like yanking teeth in order to write. Also, it just felt very, I don’t know, one sided? Before I did my rewrite in February, I always felt frustrated because I’ve realized that Stonemover was only really one part of the plot, and that he was deprived of information the most, while also having pieces of his past that were missing (spoiler alert: He was supposed to figure it out with time). It was pretty hard to write, anyway.

Around February, I made my tumblr blog a little before that in January, but Valentine’s Day rolled by. Anyway, this is probably a personal confession in here, but I felt personally disheartened in myself for not writing fast enough or creating any cute romantic content for my own OTP (hahahahaha. rarepair pain.). So, soon after that, I wrote a plot bunny named after another 80s song called “Careless Whisper”. Yes, the song with the sick saxophone riff. (You can figure out the plot from the lyrics). Anyway, I knew that it was terrible, and that the main characters were all committing mistakes and screwing up in their own way, but I was actually evilly happy writing that. Of course, I didn’t have the heart to finish it, but it felt extremely refreshing and freeing to write from Secretkeeper POV after writing from only Stonemover POV for so long. 

So, by the end of February, I was inspired to rewrite my fanfiction, but this time I had changing character POVs, which is MUCH better, I’ll tell you that because every POV has both 

1. A person they love, and

2. A hidden agenda.

And now I’ve realized that in my previous fanfictions, Stonemover didn’t have either of that because I never wrote it in well enough. Anyway, I haven’t written his POV in my fanfiction yet, but at some point I’ve come to enjoy writing mutiple POVs, because the whole mess of NightWing politics and how it’s changed everyone’s life and how each decision and each hidden goal everyone had was why things turned out that way, and when I was only writing from Stonemover’s perspective which was only one facet of the situation and I missed out on everything else while everyone else around him seemed to have their own things going on at the same time, so I chose to write that as well. So, my silly little romantic fix-fic has now turned into this somewhat pre-arc 1 NightWing politics-y story in order to set things up for later. 

Anyway, sometimes I feel as if everything I’ve done wasn’t so bad. I mean, it did take me a while to get somewhere where I was actually happy with it, and it came with a rather unexpected miracle, almost. And I’ve watched this thing that once said that creativity and other projects inform each other, so it makes me feel better that my half-baked WIPs that I’d probably never finish still live on in what I’m doing right now, and it’s nice to know that going a little off the rails helped me with writing, even though I used to feel guilty (and still will) when I decide to indulge in plot bunnies instead of focusing on my main work.  

I probably won’t release my Thorn x Stonemover fanfiction until it’s finished and fully edited because even though it’ll take me even longer, I just don’t want to go back and realize that I want to revise something or end up taking it down because I felt unsatisfied or whatever. Also, I didn’t want to keep any readers hanging for an update (haha, I haven’t updated Corn in six months. lmao.). 

And, that’s been my year! Hang in there, it’ll only take me a few more to finish my Thorn and Stonemover fanfiction ;)