#asks: answered

[rolkstone]

sideshow bob and sideshow mel doing phantom of the opera

[c-167]

"This question is for Beth, do you regret marrying Jerry or does it just...ehh you know wash off with the rest of life."

@nihilistic-rick

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

@fractiscruentamorte asked: "WILSON! Are you even listening to me? Hey, focus up here, buddy!" Nathan states, sighing as he's about to try to explain the plan for the fifteenth time in the last fifty-seven and thirty-six seconds of his life.

Wade blinked, snapping his head toward Nathan. His masked head tilts, and even without seeing his face it's clear that he was grinning. ❝What? No. Yes. Maybe. Listen, big guy, I can multitask. Just because my eyes were definitely not on you doesn’t mean my ears weren’t engaged in full-on learning mode.❞ He taps his temple like there's actually something functional in there.

Then, without missing a beat, he rattles it off: ❝Step one: We break in through the east entrance, because apparently bad guys don’t believe in security cameras over there. Step two: You do your whole Terminator routine while I provide ‘distractions,’ which may or may not involve a dance that I memorized for such occasions. Think you can record me for Tiktok while you shoot baddies? — Nevermind. Step three: We grab the goods — by which I mean the stolen tech, not your ass, unless you want me to multitask. Step four: We get out, you grumble about how I didn’t follow the plan exactly, I make a joke about your metal arm, and then we ride off into the sunset. Did I miss anything? — Oh, and no unnecessary murder.❞ He squinted. ❝That part was directed at me, wasn’t it?❞

He waves a hand before Nathan can confirm. ❝See? I was totally listening. Just also thinking about how much I want a Pink Drink from Starbies. And, you know, existential dread. But mostly the Pink Drink. Do they even have those here?❞

[trialbystory]

Favorite RWBY character and why?

RWBY character you are kinda interested in maybe writing into a story you haven't written yet, but haven't found a way to work 'em in, and what drew you to them.

Windmill slam Robyn. I love me a good Robin Hood fantasy, and I don't even care if it's on the nose just do that kind of story with her and the Happy Huntresses. I wanna make a Leverage-style contemporary 'band of thieves pulls heists in the name of helping people who've been screwed by life,' fic centered around them. Maybe throw in CinWin as well, because that's a ship I've grown to enjoy quite a bit and there's a few ways to play it that would be a fun dynamic to add to that setup.

Second choice: Raven. There's a lot of raw cool factor at play behind this one; I think she's got a great design visually. Plus I've read enough fanfics that approach her in both canon-compliant and AU settings as someone who got scared and/or overwhelmed and made bad decisions because of it but has a heart of gold deep down and now struggles with reconciling that mostly-good core with the guilt of her damning past. I think she could slot into the above hypothetical fic as well. Hell, I'd probably end up pairing her with Robyn in it. That sounds fun.

[unrclypirxte]

Scene Prompts! — ACCEPTING

@t-errifier said: loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. / beth !

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Killer clown — a tad CLICHÉ, right? Beth was having fun telling him that, calling him Pennywise and John Wayne Gacey ( he seemed happy about that! ) . Honestly, she was having FUN at the start. The jokes, the blood, the vague torture-murder thing.

She didn't quite know if he was trying to torture or kill, but that was neither here nor there.

Of the same ilk, she thought. Moreso when he turned on her. And yes, she would've done the same. Didn't make her any less annoyed by it. A good thing ruined. OH WELL.

She left his lifeless body with dripping hands, heaving breaths, and an axe wedged into his neck. She came away not unscathed, but injuries she could manage. Rook ensured that. She limped away, out of the room and into the adjacent hall.

She leaned against the wall, scowled at the mess on her hands and the ache in her muscles, and for a while she stood there. Staring at her hands. The blood. The mess. Viscera. Huh. She didn't notice the cut right th—

A horn caught her attention, ears pricking at the shrill sound. She pushed off of the wall and spun on her heels, eyes widening at the sight. Her mouth fell open for a moment, closing only when she managed to blink.

Pennywise indeed.

"Oh." Was all she could muster for a moment. Then, she smiled, something that reached her eyes. Going out on my own terms. "Is...is it my turn to die now, mate?"

[grollow]

Happy Birthday!!!

thank you my dear <3

[alwaysgodownwiththeship]

I think your comment that Paul ‘froze the others out with impersonal politeness’ is actually very perceptive. The general consensus among Beatle scholars and fans is that Paul was desperate to reunite with John, but I’m not so sure. He gave an interview to a British newspaper about 10 years ago and said something about John phoning him in tears, begging him to reform the Beatles. I think Paul was very hurt and couldn’t get past how the others had treated him. If anyone was dragging his feet on a Beatles reunion, I think it was him.

Thanks!

I hadn't heard about that interview, I'll have to find it!

I think he wanted it the least, for sure, for a variety of reasons. Not just hurt. Perhaps once he was out of the Beatles machine he also felt a little more free.

I don't reuniting with John was the same thing as reuniting the Beatles for Paul. Linda did say that Paul was desperate to write with John again, but that's not to say that he always felt like that since they broke up. That's not even to say that Paul ever said that directly to Linda and she wasn't just inferring from what she knew of Paul. (Because she knew both of them better now and thought she could see past their games.) And she also said it after John died after all. People have had cynical interpretations as to why Paul felt desperate to write with John again. But as to why, I think the truth was that by the late 1970s, Paul had thawed out towards John, meaning he was more open than he had been before towards being close friends again. They had both made steps towards repairing their friendship, but there was still some space between them, on both sides I think. Paul and John have always had a musical connection, and I believe Paul wanted to renew it because it was (for him) a part of renewing his friendship with John. Think of how Paul wanted to play to play live again, first on Let It Be, then as touring band again in small clubs, I think he wanted that as a way to connect to the others emotionally again, and that this pattern repeated itself with John.

Which is to say: No, Paul didn't want to reunite the band- he was still very hurt and angry about it all, but he did want to be friends again by the end of 1970s with John. (Not sure what Paul's feelings were towards George before John died).

[tomblr-man]

endogenic systems are literally. scientifically not real ☠️☠️ can you get a grip and stop taking resources from people who actually have osddid by saying 'Noooo this is real you should cater to their needs!'

Babe, I can give you so many resources from scientific sources, it ain't our fault you refuse to read them.

Also not endogenic, but nice try!

[thereyoflights]

I'd love to request or give commission for a supergirl fanfiction. Do you take those? :)

I’ve never done it in the past, besides for some close friends, but I’m honestly not opposed to it at all! I don’t know much about other Supergirl ships, but I’m definitely comfortable writing some Supercorp prompts or requests if that’s what you’re interested in. It’s a ship I’m relatively new to, but I’ve quickly come to understand why everyone loves them, and I’m down to write them more. I tend to write one-shots for the sake of my sanity, even if they’re on the longer end, so ideally it could be something that fits within that range. I’m honored someone would even want me to write something! If you’d like to discuss it further, you can send me a message or drop an idea in my inbox :)

[survivintothrivin]

❤️💙 💓💘

❤️ A happy memory that makes them smile

A happy memory that makes Gwendolyn smile is when she was 15 and spontaneously went to a rock concert with her older brother Lasse. He is much older than her, very guarded and most of the time he wasn’t home because he’d joined the military as soon as he could, so she never got to be that close to him. One day he came to visit the family and much to Gwendolyn’s surprise, she truly got to know her brother for the first time. They got along incredibly well and she found out that not only she’s had a wrong impression of him all along, but that they were alike in a lot of ways. They spent all day talking and Lasse introduced her to rock music.

Because Lasse’s friend couldn’t come to the concert planned for the next day due to an injury, the next morning Lasse asked Gwendolyn if she wanted to come with him. She agreed and that day she found out that she had a friend out there her entire life; she just never knew. Since that day they’d developed a special friendship, distant but among the most meaningful Gwendolyn has had.

💙 A sad memory that makes them cry

Christmas 2009. She had been so happy thinking she would be able to celebrate it with her best friend Clara and she had prepared some things to cheer her friend up on that day, but Clara took her own life shortly before Christmas. Christmas Eve had been an even worse day for Gwendolyn than when she found out about Clara’s death because as she woke up on Christmas day, for a brief moment she forgot about everything and looked forward to spending the day with Clara, only to be hit with the realization that she is no longer there. The hollowness of that realization is a feeling Gwendolyn still vividly remembers.

💓 A memory about their friends

A day she spent with a couple of school friends she made during her exchange year. After an exhausting cheerleading training session, they made a bonfire and ate some s’mores. She misses the time because of how novel everything was to her and how carefree she had navigated through life back then.

💘 A memory that gets their heart pounding

The time when her best friend and crush told Gwendolyn that if she were a boy, she’d be dating her. It definitely hurt Gwendolyn to hear that, but at the same time it gave her butterflies.

[rolkstone]

Chalmskinn cyberpunk astatic

[c-167]

A "Genius" Jerry? Hehe, what'd he *burp* do? Find matching socks?

- @coffeerick

@coffeerick

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

@painofhumanity asked: ❛  sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.  ❜ (Maggie to Dominic)

A gentle, hint-of-a-smile crossed over Dominic's features as he looked up at Maggie. ❝I think you might already know the answer to that.❞ He said softly, and his eyes searched her face. ❝But if you want a verbal conformation ... ❞ He swallowed, nerves threatening to stop him, but for once, it was the good kind of nerves that tingled, felt soft and warm. ❝You'll have to start by telling me what you about me.❞

[trialbystory]

Do you have any playlists for your fics or favorite fandoms? Any songs you want to share that remind you of your story?

The most thought I've put into deliberately pairing my fics with music are the time I assigned entrance music for Beacon and P2W in one of the later chapters of SoC when I posted the chapter link here on tumblr. And the whole-ass fic I wrote inspired by The Longest Johns' The Hammer & Anvil Song, of course. Also the oneshot I wrote for Power_Taco last month was originally inspired by Paradise by Within Temptation, I guess. That said I am a music lover, so there are links that get formed in my mind almost semi-consciously. For example Evolve: Infinity by Zaid Tabani feels especially well-suited for Spirit of Competition. Which makes a stupid amount of sense, considering SoC is a story of chasing eSports glory and that song is the main theme for EVO. And Home from Beetlejuice: The Musical exemplifies the feelings I was having writing the last two chapters of Hammer & Anvil, though the exact circumstances differ pretty hard between the musical and my fic.

Obviously my current front-burner WIP is inspired by You Didn't Know from Hazbin Hotel (enjoy this semi-genderflipped version by Caleb Hyles and some others) and as I'm working on the first chapter another Beetlejuice number The Whole Being Dead Thing, which is not thematically appropriate at all, occasionally plays through my head. Hopefully it'll keep me from making the first few bits too depressing.

[unrclypirxte]

I Can't Find The Meme!

@b3ast0fburd3n said: (If you're looking for more threads! //ignore otherwise)

"Since I've met you, i've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait < and I don't even know your name." From Elias to Beth

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Today was one of those unhinged days — moreso than usual.

She had been putting off trying out that new café type place that had opened up, even at the behest of other pirates who urged her with pulls and pushes and promises of how good it all was. Even in a rare moment of downtime, she chose the local dive over something better. Glancing around, she spotted the owner of the newer place at the bar, made a mental note to strike up a conversation.

How was she supposed to know that Rakyat would hit with a good bit of arson ( hey, molotov cocktails were HER thing! ) ? Beth hadn't even gotten to order when it happened! So, through frantic noise and panic, her and the owner of the newer place - Elias, if she remembered correctly- ended up trapped in a smaller back room, flames closing in, bullets flying. But they got out. Beth made SURE they got out.

The gunfire became even worse as they breached the outside. She made sure to keep Elias down, or let him be helpful, if he could muster it. All good! All swell! Until a few Rakyat snuck behind and managed to strike Beth from behind, rendering her unconscious for a little while. When she came-to, surrounded by water and hearing chattering, she sprung back into life.

Despite the fact that he had almost drowned ( so had she, admittedly ) , they were alive! I mean, Elias definitely almost got dismembered by a machete there, but Beth WOULDN'T let that happen. A flash of teeth and blood and gurgles signified the end of that attempt. And that's where they remained, white smoke in the short distance indicating that the bar was, in the very least, no longer actively burning.

All things considered, this went surprisingly well.

Beth sat in the shallow-enough water, a leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee, watching the smoke and steadying her breathing. It felt like hours were passing, but when he spoke, it had only been a few minutes. A laugh filtered from her, light and airy and DELIGHTFUL. For someone who didn't know her, it made her seem normal. Harmless, if not for what he had seen during the attack.

"Not bad for three o'clock on a Tuesday, no?" She flashed teeth then, pure delight and humour plastered on her face. Laughing still, she placed a wet hand over her chest in an attempt to steady herself. "You know me, mate. Or you know OF me." A hand extended itself towards him, an offer of a handshake, genuine in its appeal. "I'm Beth. You're that, uh, guy who owns that place? Elias? You alright? Any major injuries?"

God, her head was beginning to ache.