#at least i know that his writing style gets better eventually since i have read the final conversation and i thought that was good

[transmasc-tabris]

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[goingmerryfics]

❤️ Your Blog. Can I request something? 🙏 Id love about Law and reader who is very affectionate and caring, e.g. brings him snacks in his office when he's working late, cheers him up when he is upset. All in all reminds Law alot of Cora.

Kind and caring S/O w/ Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* I love this idea! I got a lot of good ideas when I sat down to write this and it all pretty much amounts to “this man truly needs a break.” which means I went a little haywire with it. Spoilers for Dressrosa/Law's backstory

Happy reading :)

Law

Dating you was absolute bliss for Law

If he was shut up in his room working, he knew he could count on you to come visit eventually

Even if, after responding to your knocking and saying that he was busy, you still enter

You’ve got some lemon water and specially made Onigiri by your own hand all set up pretty in a tray

He tries not to smile too much while you set it down, kiss the top of his head, and quietly urge him to take a break- or at least stand and stretch because how he’s sitting can’t be good for his posture

Normally he wouldn’t pay that any mind, but you had an effect on him that he couldn’t explain. You gave him a special sort of feeling in his heart- a feeling that only one other person had ever given him in his entire life

Law gets up to stretch and to reach for you, that way he can press a kiss to your cheek and tell you he loves you

You’ve noticed he’s softer around you, though he never could quite tell you why

You also notice that whenever you two are sitting close or lying together, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing- he likes to look into your eyes as much as he can

He can’t explain it- it doesn’t matter that your eyes aren’t exactly the same colour as his. They’re kind, they’re caring, just like he is

One day, the heat on the submarine gives out and you seek Law out to ask a favour

“One of my sweaters? Yeah, you can borrow one. Just don’t ruin it.”

The warning means nothing, he knows you wouldn’t destroy any of his things on purpose

So you head for his room while he returns to helping the others fix the heat, shivering in your suit

Law’s room is an organized mess of books, clothes and sheets. He was never the type to keep anything clean for too long, but then again he was a busy man. You didn’t mind it, but you do know how he appreciates it when you can help him out with the little things. First, a sweater. You swear that you’re about to start seeing your breath from how cold it’s getting.

You dive into his closet and sort through his things for that yellow one you like, when you notice something interesting. Something hung up, obviously important since it’s in one of those zippable clothing protectors. A suit, maybe?

The thought of Law in a suit makes you squeal a bit. Now you have to see it.

Carefully, you take the hangar out and your first remark is at how incredibly light it is. It’s not heavy enough to be a full suit set, so you start to unzip it to satisfy your curiosity.

A few loose, black feathers hit the ground before you can figure out what you’re looking at. It’s a full feather coat. It looks like it’s been tailored- the collar has been cautiously cut with a loving hand, which makes you remember the strangely similar style of feather collar on his blue sweatshirt. There are also some messy holes in the back of it.

You hum curiously, and put it back into the protector bag for the time being. Then you grab the sweater you’d come here for, take the hangar, and bring the coat with you back to your room.

The heat returns. Heart Pirates huddle around the heat and try to warm up quickly, but Law has a better idea in mind on how to warm up. He also just really wants to see you in his clothing. But he spots something as he’s headed down the hall that makes his heart drop. A single black feather.

He’s wearing his blue sweater and he hasn't touched the coat. So why…

He rushes first to his room, throws the closet door open and his eyes widen at the missing coat, so he makes a B-Line for your room

It’s not that he thought you would wreck it, but it’s something he’d rather keep safe. Those feathers fell off every time he touched it, and he wanted so desperately to preserve the last item he’d ever have of his beloved Corazon.

When he reaches your room, he barges right in without knocking and finds you holding it up, looking it over. Your room is a mess of loose thread. Your desk has sewing scissors and a little ball with various sized sewing needles poking out of it, and your sewing machine is on.

“See?” You hold it up to him, showing off your handiwork. Slack-jawed, he scans over the once bullet holes that have now been expertly closed and repaired. “I’ve never seen you wear this, but I guess it’s because all those feathers kept falling off, right?”

He’s silent, but he knows just what he wants to say. It just takes him a moment.

“Law?” You ask, smile falling a bit, thinking maybe you’d done something wrong.

“Put it on.”

“Huh?” You take another good look at the coat. “You sure?”

He nods, and watches how you pull it over your shoulders. It’s way too big for you- did a damn giant wear this!? -but you still strike a pose, holding up a peace sign next to your face for Law and grinning wide.

“Do I look good?”

He takes a few steps forward. You open your eyes again and get the quick glimpse of tears in his eyes before he pulls you in for a hug tight enough to crack your spine. You can hear his quiet sobs and gasps in your ear, and it breaks your heart to think that maybe you’d done something wrong.

But he whispers that he loves you, and then he whispers it 3 more times just to be sure. You tell him you love him too, and he takes a deep breath to pull himself together.

“Are you ok, Law?” You ask, eyes glued to him. “I can put it back if-”

“No, just…” He wipes his face, then takes your hands. “I think there’s someone I’d like to tell you about.”

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: transmasc Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Yandere AU: Mythical Creature AU Prompt: Sugar Daddy Gift Giver: @remisloves

Summary: Fleeing a restrictive life that didn't allow you to be who you were, you eventually caught the eye of a powerful beast in the forest. This powerful Naga's favorite thing to do is adorn you in nothing but precious metals and jewels.

Content Notes: implications of mind control, yandere, consent is on thin ice but exists, double penetration, two dicks one naga, use of good boy, mentions clit, cunt, and no mentions of chest.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The jewels were heavy on your skin.

Cold and glittering, they laid against you because you wore nothing else. The light that trickled in was enough to send glints and glimmers against the dark walls.

Cool, large hands with tattooed fingers and soft calluses, move over your skin, shifting the treasures and gems that you wore. The sensation sends a ripple of goose bumps over your flesh, but you don’t shiver anymore. The room itself is warm enough, but the naga that has adorned you so, always runs a little colder than you do.

Of all the delicate and glistening items you wear, there are two heavy golden shackles at your wrists. His fingers move over them, lifting each one carefully while he checks for any raw spots on your skin. His long tail slides under your legs as he helps lift you out of bed.

You wouldn’t consider getting up without him, not anymore. Not knowing how much he enjoyed bringing you to your feet.

And your knees.

“`Did you sleep well, snow drop?” Law questions, the light in his eyes illuminating more tiny glimmers of light from your jewels.

“Yes,” you answer softly, perhaps shyly, feigning an early morning haze just a little.

“You’re due for some proper sunlight,” he muses, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and slipping a forked tongue under the golden collar to lick at your skin. “Some fresh air,” he continues, fingers trailing over your limbs, making the gold and jewels clink softly. “A little exercise.”

Your body shivers at the statement of exercise, and a soft gasp of air escapes your lips. Not enough to be a moan, but enough to show some semblance of agreement toward the idea. He unlocks the cuffs at your wrists, setting them down slowly, his golden eyes on you, waiting for confirmation.

“Yes… please.” You manage, as he scoops you up into arms, cradling you to his chest as he slithers through the cave. A long hand over your eyes covers your sight, as always, and the long trip begins.

You have no idea how intricate the cave may or may not be. Only that the room you stay in has some openings too high up the wall for you to reach. Enough to let in fresh air and enough light for you to see by, but as far as you knew the rest of the cave was too dark for you to see anyway.

You feel the warmth of the sun on your skin before you can see it. He sets you carefully onto your feet, soft moss and grass tickling your toes as you slowly open your eyes, taking in the lush green forest and the bright light of the sun in the small clearing near the cave.

The clearing had been your favorite place for years. You’d come here and read, or practice sword forms where no one could find you - or so you’d thought. During that time you’d caught the eye of the Naga that now held you close.

Law circles around you a couple times before disappearing into the thick tree line. You know better than to try and run, he’s not gone, not far enough away at least, he’s just checking the perimeter and making sure that there’s no one nearby to bother either of you. Naga can cover far more ground than a human, as you’ve long since learned.

When he returns he coils loosely around you, giving you a bed of tail and scales to lay on. The two of you bask in the sunlight for a while. He even dozes off enough to be fully asleep, jerking slightly when you turn over, turning your back toward the sun so you don’t get burned on one side.

Once the sun dips low enough in the sky he stirs and shifts, pulling you to his chest, and coiling around you carefully. The scales tickle your skin, sliding between your thighs and pushing your legs apart. A sweet sound escapes your lips, if nothing else, giving into the beast that’s decided to care for you had more than a few perks.

You ate well, wanted for nothing, and didn’t need to hide in order to read or practice your sword forms. The powerful naga had even supplied you with swords. The only things you weren’t allowed were clothes and the freedom to leave.

The ridges of his scales are slick against your clit and you gasp, causing you to lean into the sensation and thus leaning into him. The steady shift beneath you has your legs trembling in just a few short minutes. He tilts your face up with a single finger at your chin, smiling warmly down at you.

“That’sss my good boy,” he hums, the tip of his tail slipping around your wrists and pulling them behind your back as his hips align with yours.

The sweet kiss sinks into your lips, the tender warmth easing your muscles as the heads of two cocks probe against your entrances. What’s freedom in the face of such a tender embrace? What freedom did you have before, denied your dreams and stuffed into a role that wasn’t for you?

The pressure of both heads push against your body more. There was nothing that felt more satisfying than being stuffed full by him. Nothing else that relieved the ache in your soul. The stretch as he pushes into your ass and cunt at the same time makes you cry out.

His lips devour yours, consuming the decadent cry that escapes you, filling the air instead with the soft jingle of the jewels and metals that adorned you. Your wiggle against him, breath hot against his tongue as he breaks the kiss, licking your lips when you moan softly for him.

“Law,” you murmur, pleasure and comfort already making your mind hazy. He was always so warm like this, so gentle. “M’yours.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his body roiling beneath you, the trembling thrusts shivering down the entire length of his tail. “All mine, my sweet snow drop.” Fingers thread between yours, his tail wrapping around your hands.

You roll your hips, riding him as well as you can in your current position, and he matches your movements, pushing deeper and faster. Soft words of praise falling from his lips.

“Good boy, jussst like that. You don’t have to ask for permission, just cum when you want.” He assures you, free hand holding your face, his finger against your tongue. “Don’t think, don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve got you.” The light of his eyes flickers against your skin, sending glimmers and sparkles off the gemstones against your skin, reflecting back into his gaze.

Back into yours.

What even was freedom?

“You’re mine.”

He never called you the wrong name.

“I’ll give you everything.”

Never the wrong words.

“Just sssink, and enjoy it all.”

Pleasure soaks into your body, and you murmur his name as the soft orgasm saturates every cell of your muscles. He licks the tears from your cheeks, riding you through the pleasure as you tremble softly in his coils.

The haze takes you and you sink into him. You feel his fingers tighten against yours as he cums inside you, the grunt from his lips, the rush of blood in his cheeks, the warmth as you leaned against him, feeling his heartbeat against his chest.

It was a pleasant clearing. Maybe you could ask Law to let you read out here, the next time the weather was nice.

[adamnablelittledevil]

Just finished Part I of The Vampire Lestat and here are my first impressions (I skipped IWTV *for now* since the show has already covered it... I'll read it eventually):

I can't tell yet if I like it or not.

So far, I enjoy the concept and the characters seem to be compelling. In terms of eventfulness, there hasn't been much, but I do have some interest in these people. They all appear to be complicated and have a lot of baggage, which I guess makes them appealing and gives the story potential. Let's see where this goes.

I don't hate, but I also don't love Anne's writing style. I don't think she narrates and describes things very well, she lingers on stuff I don't care that much for and doesn't provide details on things I'm actually curious about? There are some abrupt changes that annoy me sometimes as well.

I do believe this might be an attempt to get ourselves in the mind of Lestat and how he process to the world around him, though? It would make sense considering how chaotic he is.

Another thing I like is how he got so obsessed with the 20th Century, music and theater. The descriptions really give me the idea of someone experiencing the world for the first time (in a while) and considering how isolated he was growing up or after everything that happened with Louis/Claudia, it makes sense that he is so fascinated by all these discoveries. And it's really immersive and sweet to see how he in awe he is with all of it.

He also speaks like he is somebody born in the 1700s. So I give her credits for that as well.

Pretty sure Lestat is neurodivergent at this point (ADHD is basically a yes from me, maybe he has dyslexia and/or autism too).

And his memory is trash. So often he doesn't know if he actually did something, or if it were someone else, or if it was just a thought... I'm like, ARE YOU OKAY (he isn't)? By the way, this is painfully relatable because I also have poor short (and long-term) memory. Heaven help him (and moi).

That boy is a water sign if I've ever seen one.

He cries A LOT. I don't remember ever seeing any (book/show/movie) character cry that much, specially in such a short time lol. And the fact this is coming from a man and not a woman... There you go with defying gender norms, king!

Lestat having Borderline Personality Disorder isn't even a headcanon at this point, but a FACT.

He probably hasn't been hugged enough times in his life and it SHOWS.

Even with the abuse in his family, his frustration with his mother and the "malady of mortality", he manages to stay optimistic in a way that feels so childlike and naive that makes my heart warm and ache for him. I'm like, you deserve better.

Again, I don't know if I'm enjoying or not, but I do like the fact I can imagine Sam's Lestat doing all of this on season 3. Picturing Sam bringing these moments to life is the BEST PART of the reading.

Would I still read these books if the show never existed? That's what I need to find out.

I can see why some people got so invested in this character, though. At least for now. Some stuff hit close to home and I find myself rooting for him. I imagine that for the ones who read it at as a teenager, it must've made them feel less alone and seen to some extent.

At this moment, it's Lestat > Gabrielle > Nicholas for me.

Lestat's father isn't a person I care about, but depending on how the show adapts him, I guess it could be a good opportunity for a blind actor. It would be killing two birds with one stone, because it would develop Lestat's backstory, but also give space for a category that barely gets any job in the industry. I would love to see a powerful guest star that is a an actual disabled person playing a disabled character. Sure, we would hate him, but if someone manages to show their potential, book more roles and maybe even earn an award or nomination, why not?

Whenever Lestat talks about kissing his mother I get confused if the incest is already happening or not lol. Because I normally would just imagine a platonic kiss on the cheek or forehead and I haven't seen anything explicitly inappropriate. I don't know if it's because I'm reading the Brazilian Portuguese version, or if Anne wasn't that clear, or maybe I'm slow and naive, but nothing big seems to have happened? But I'm familiar with those spoilers, so... Anyway, whatever. It's not like I was counting the days to read about incest, so I don't really care about it being evident or not. I just mean that for now they seem to be more of a "parent that didn't want kids, but cares for him in a distant, but still real way and child that seeks for any crumbs of love and affection" kind of relationship.

Speaking of that, Lestat is SO DESPERATE for love, omg. Nicki was basically the first person besides his mother that was nice to him and he told the guy ALL OF HIS LIFE STORY AND FELL IN LOVE almost immediately? Get up!

Peak BPD/ADHD/maybe autistic/water sign/Scorpio behavior. MY GOD.

Still don't know how to picture Gabrielle and who I fancast playing her. I do think I have some sense of who she is now, which is nice. I also have some actors that could pass for Sam's parent and have the appropriate age to play her in my mental library, but I can't form a face yet. Not the face of a real actress or even an imaginary face, it's just a blur so far. Which sucks because I loooooooooove imagining fancasts, specially for a show as great as this one, but I'm just waiting for the revelation to come to me lmao.

[electronickingdomfox]

"Timetrap" review

Novel from 1988, by David Dvorkin. A very short story that could have been an episode without much editing. The writing style is plain, even simplistic, but there's a certain skill in plot building, and it kept my attention at all times. I'm not gonna dissect the plot here. Just a brief outline: Kirk gets lost inside a strange space-time distortion, while trying to rescue the crew of a crippled Klingon ship. He loses consciousness, and upon waking up, he finds himself one hundred years in the future, in a Klingon Empire totally different from what he knows. The Klingons here are kind and civilized, after having achieved peace with the Federation, and they call themselves the "New Klingons". Having lost both his ship and friends in the past, Kirk finds solace in the love of her Klingon tutor, Kalrind. Besides, the New Klingons have a special task for him since, according to their history, it was Kirk precisely who made possible the peace between Federation and Empire. Though of course, things aren't that simple...

The story does a good job of keeping the reader in the dark (or almost as much in the dark as Kirk) by selectively giving information in small doses. And I think the sense of gaslighting and eventual disappointment, shared with Kirk, was effectively done. It's not very difficult to guess there's something else going on, and expecting a plot twist. But what exactly entails that plot twist isn't all that obvious, in my opinion.

Characterization doesn't have a lot of depth, though Kirk and Kalrind are alright. It made me feel bad for poor Jim, his heart break at the end, and all the manipulations he goes through. So yeah, this is one of those "make Jim suffer" novels. It's also interesting to see Kirk changing his opinions on Klingons, for better or worse, and starting to hope for an eventual alliance. As well as see him falling in love with a Klingon woman that, at first, doesn't match his beauty standards, and even terrifies him a bit. This is one of the cases where the romance subplot makes sense in context, and adds to the story, rather than being there "just because". For his part, Spock keeps his Vulcan facade at all times, though there are hints at his rogue tendencies. He's placed in a position of command after Kirk's disappearance, which creates much friction with McCoy (similar to "The Tholian Web", which the novel references on several occasions). McCoy is very, veeeery grumpy in this one. At times even malicious. Must have had a bad day... There's a funny bit where Kirk calls him out on his bullshit about being an "old country doctor", as he points out that McCoy, like everyone else in that era, just went to the medical academy.

In summary, this may not be one of the best novels, not by a long stretch. But it's a fun, quick read if you want the feel of a TOS episode.

McSpirk Meter: 6/10*. Kirk feels pangs of sadness whenever he thinks about Spock or McCoy (and the Enterprise too), since he's lost a hundred years in the future, with no hope of ever seeing them again. It's most noticeable in the case of McCoy; Kirk is said to experience a powerful emotional reaction when he gets reunited with the doctor. And McCoy spends the last chapters being a mother hen for Kirk, and chasing him around to get his much-needed rest. McCoy also feels at once that there's something very wrong with Kirk, through mere intuition and his deep knowledge of his friend, even though medical instruments say otherwise. On the other hand, Kirk is said to know Spock better than anyone else, and noticing subtle gestures in the Vulcan that others can't. Spock, as usual, is disobeying orders (or at least bending the rules) to find the truth about Kirk's fate and save him.

[salbertwolf]

Talent Swap Au - Part 3!

I'm so normal about them what do you mean

Decided to just post the remaining ones here in just one batch because I need to throw the ideas somewhere and I do not have the patience I would like to imagine I have, especially not with stuff I want to talk about.

Be warned! Some spoilers for DR1, read at your own discretion.

First Group - The Deserved Better Gang

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Ultimate Idol

Going through his Hozier era, good for him <- Friend about him.

This man can fit so many conspiracies in his head.

Him and Mondo know each other in a daily basis because of some reasons I'll say later, you can imagine how his dead impacted the other.

Why pick Sakura? He's dumb but not that dumb.

"Those are some weird blood splatters" "It looks like a tree" "Huh" Truth Bullet Added! "Poorly Drawn Tree".

Sakura Ogami - Ultimate Baseball Idol

She's wearing a 50's style baseball uniform, this is not her usual uniform but she likes how it looks so sue her.

The deal with the mm still happens and goes as you'd expect.

She didn't kill Hiro because she wanted, Hina was the original target for the letter so she went to confront him about it.

Aoi Asahina - Ultimate Programmer

I had to look up so many Y2K fashion girl I'm so sorry that this means you died 3rd.

Alter Ego takes mostly the form of her brother and she created both to help and cope with everything.

Her death happens because her and Makoto have heard of each other through her brother, he didn't mean to kill her he swears! Still happens, I hug her.

Second Group - Trouble Trio

Kyoko Kirigiri - Ultimate Gambler

She went to live with her dad when she was little but the deduction talent runs through her blood, she is type of player that counts card and doesn't get caught.

Eventually reconnected with her grandfather and flips her dad off a lot.

Case 3 was not for the money, it was a revenge thingy.

Makoto Naegi - Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Still a sweethear! Just a good boy that could kick you in your knees and send you to the hospital

Started the gang more of a personal thing but then it got out of control and he doesn't know what will happen if he decides to leave (Especially since the Crazy Diamonds guys left so some of the members moved to his gang).

Sister is his second in command

Expected to get caught in Trial 2, then the whole meddling with the crime scene happened and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Fanfic Creator

That type of nerd that corrects you even if you get a tiny detail wrong because "How dare you get this wrong even if you are just starting to learn about this piece of media? You are unworthy of calling yourself a true fan!".

Loser, L.

Doesn't know how he became friends with Makoto but case 3 certainly did happen got killed LMAO.

Third Group - The Allies(?)

Hifumi Yamada - Ultimate Moral Compass

I struggled so hard giving him a talent I tried my best.

The type of hall monitor that strucks a conversation with you while walking and you not realizing he took you to detention or the office.

Nothing like canon Hifumi, just, nothing, the best way to write Hifumi is not writing Hifumi.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Ultimate Martial Artist

The main 6's emotional support through everything, elder sister tired energy.

Her and Junko didn't get separated at teens but they are friends, she really cared about her sister and loves her very much.

MM deal hurts her soul... case 4, yeah.

Celestia Ludenberg? - Ultimate Fashionista? Toko Fukawa - Ultimate Soldier

Omg is that Celestia Ludenberg the Ultimate Fashionista she looks so cool???

She looks different than in the pictures... Huh

Most be kept away from Taka at least 3 rooms appart if they are not in the group.

"WHY WEAR GLASSES IF CONTACTS?" "BECAUSE THEY DO SHIT SHE'S STILL BLIND AS A BAT"

That's all, thank you for hearing me ramble once again

Case 1 aftermath being like:

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[violet-prism-creatively]

For Huntlow Week day 2 (umbrella), I was inspired to write a little fic! Plus a sketch to go with it:

Image description: A pencil drawing of Willow and Hunter standing under a tree. Willow is holding an umbrella over both of them and they're smiling at each other.

Read the fic on Ao3 or below! (745 words)

Willow's therapist had told her she didn't have to be the responsible one all the time, but right now, Willow wished she'd been a bit more responsible.

The first drop of boiling rain hit her shoe with a sizzle. Willow ducked under the shelter of a tree, not quickly enough to avoid another droplet on her arm. She hissed. She hadn't packed a first-aid kit, or an umbrella, or even a raincoat. It was just supposed to be a little walk in the forest. And now she was stuck in a surprise boiling-rainstorm, utterly unprepared.

Text friends, Clover buzzed. At least Willow's palisman was with her.

Willow pulled out her scroll and sent a message to the groupchat: "SOS caught in rainstorm"

Almost immediately, responses flooded in: "r u ok??" "Take shelter!"

"I'm under a tree," Willow replied, and sent a selfie. "just annoyed that I didn't think to bring an umbrella and now my dads prob won't let me go out alone again for a while"

"I cAN bring you an umbrella,. send location." Hunter's texting style had been getting better since Willow had first met him about a year ago, and at this point, she found the occasional errors endearing. (As well as his nerdiness, and his sense of loyalty, and a lot of other things... but that was another discussion.) Even though he was obviously the only one who could come rescue her, with his immunity to boiling rain, she couldn't help but smile at the offer.

Willow shared her location- a forest not far from Bonesborough- texted her dads that she was okay, and settled in to wait. Clover rested on her shoulder. It wasn't a heavy rainstorm, but drops occasionally filtered through the edges of the tree's canopy, and Willow pressed her back against the trunk to avoid them.

Soon, Hunter arrived on his mechanical staff. He wore a raincoat, but where the rain hit his bare hands and face, it slid off harmlessly like human-realm rain. "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he'd landed. "I got here as fast as I could, but I had to find an umbrella first- here." He handed an umbrella to Willow.

She opened it, feeling much more secure under the boiling-rain-proof material. "Thank you. I'm okay, but I really appreciate you coming here."

"No problem." The tension in Hunter's body drained away, leaving him standing there awkwardly. He eventually asked, "Do you want to fly back to your house or stay here?"

"I was always taught it's safer to shelter in place till the rain ends," Willow replied, "and besides, it would be kind of hard to hold the umbrella while flying."

"If anyone could do it, it would be you, Captain. Or I could hold it over you if you want- I just don't want to leave you here alone."

Oh. "You could wait here with me," Willow suggested. That... would be kind of nice, actually, she thought.

"Oh yeah. I could." Hunter gave a soft smile.

"Come here." Willow beckoned Hunter closer. "I know the rain doesn't hurt you, but it's cozy under here."

Hunter obliged, and she shifted the umbrella to cover both of them. Their arms were touching... Then Hunter noticed the red mark the boiling raindrop had left on Willow's arm.

"You're hurt! One second, I brought a first-aid kit." Hunter rummaged through his bag.

"It's just a small burn." It didn't even hurt anymore, but Willow was touched by his care nevertheless.

With the precision of a field medic but the care of a friend, Hunter dabbed antibiotic cream on the burn and covered it with a band-aid. Willow tried not to focus on his hands on her skin, how close he was, the intimacy of him caring for her.

Hunter released her arm when he was done- was she imagining the blush on his face? "There you go."

"Thank you." Willow could tell she was blushing too. "I feel so silly for not bringing a first-aid kit or umbrella of my own."

"You don't have to be perfectly prepared all the time. I've got you."

Willow's heart was glowing and blooming and doing ridiculous somersaults. Did Hunter even know he had just said the sweetest thing ever?

"Thank you." Willow tentatively reached out and took his hand. It was warm and calloused and fit perfectly with hers.

And so for a while, they stood together under the umbrella, holding hands, watching the boiling rain.

[sporco-filth]

Superhero to superslob: pt. 1

(I really need to come up with better titles)

Anyway, this story idea was actually suggested to me by @thespiderpig1999 (thank you!)

The request: "I had an idea for a story about a neat looking, athletic built superhero who gets hit by a ray that at first appears to do nothing but over time he starts to get lazy, fat and becomes more slob like! Eventually he loses his super strength and becomes an obese lazy slob and powerless!"

Now, this has to be the most amount of writing I've posted on here with barely a single slobby thing in it. This part is really just exposition and if you don't want to read it, that description above would give you the basic idea and you can wait for part 2.

I couldn't decide on whether to make the villains really evil or more comical, but I ended up making them a bit silly to make it more fun since there wasn't any slob in it yet. But I mean, they are still villains and I mean they probably will still be quite evil in the end. Boh, I don't know. The story will go where it tells me it wants to go, I'm just the author.

Anyway, if you want to read my silly comic opening to this story, read below.

It was a sunny afternoon in Cascade Falls. The crowds cheered as the city's protector, Jupiter, Flew overhead. He had once again foiled the plans of the dastardly villain Corruptor and was on his way home to his secret hideout.

Jupiter landed on the top of a nondescript apartment building and pressed a button disguised as a brick. A hidden trapdoor slid open in the floor, and he stepped down into the passageway beneath. After a few twists and turns, he arrived at what looked like a dead end. Pressing a few bricks in the correct order, the 'wall' opened to reveal a lounge room furnished in a clean, modern style. Jupiter shut the door behind him, removed his mask and sighed.

Back home in his hideout. Or rather, the apartment he used as a 'hideout'.

When he wasn't fighting crime, Jupiter was a regular office worker, his real name being Justin Steele. He undid his supersuit and placed his sweaty clothes in the washing machine. Being a superhero was a demanding job, and Justin was proud that he managed it while also maintaining a perfectly clean house and a perfect body. He flexed his bicep in the mirror as he stepped into the shower and grinned. Of course, having super powers helped, but he still made an effort to go to the gym and eat properly. And unlike some superheroes, he didn't have butlers to handle the menial tasks for him.

After he had washed himself clean and gotten changed into his sharply-pressed silk pyjamas, Justin sat down to enjoy the healthy meal he had cooked for himself. Another win against the forces of evil, he thought, picking up a novel to read while he ate. If only I could defeat Corruptor once and for all; he keeps evading me. I wonder what he's planning now…

Hidden away in his lair underneath the town junkyard, Corruptor paced angrily. This was the fifth time this month he'd lost to Jupiter. "I should've listened to my mother and gone into podiatry," he muttered. "At least with feet you don't get kicked in the face once a week." Corruptor pondered the validity of that statement and then shook it from his head. "GLOB!" he yelled. Immediately, a runty, greasy-looking woman rushed out from the room next door. "Yessir!" Glob replied, saluting. "What's wrong?" "What do you mean 'what's wrong?' Didn't you see that failure out there? It was miserable! Your stupid giant mecha froze up!" "But it's summer?" "Jupiter has freeze breath! I told you, you need to account for these things!" Corruptor sighed and collapsed onto the worn-out sofa, closing his eyes in frustration. "I, uh, have a new plan…" Glob stuttered. "If it involves another giant mecha I don't want to hear it." "It doesn't, it's a giant ray gun." Corruptor sighed again. "Didn't we do that idea a fortnight ago?" "Yes… but this one's different. This one I've designed to make Jupiter weaker and lose his powers." At this, Corruptor perked up. "Really?" "Well," Glob cleared her throat. "It's experimental still. I haven't quite determined if it will have that exact effect but in theory it should." "That's good enough for me!" Corruptor rubbed his hands in glee. "Get it set up! We'll test it out tomorrow!" He rushed off before Glob could utter another word. "I need to work on a new monologue!"

The next morning, Justin was watering his plants when the alarm went off. It sounded innocuous, anyone else would've thought it was just the microwave, but Justin dropped his watering can and rushed to his bedroom (super speed wasn't one of his powers, per se, but his super strength gave him a boost nonetheless). This was his Jupiter Alarm: a warning signal that something bad was going down in Cascade Falls and his help was needed. In his bedroom, he opened a secret compartment in his wardrobe and typed a code into a keypad. A panel slid aside to reveal his supersuit, freshly washed and perfectly ironed. Justin slipped it on and became Jupiter, defender of Cascade Falls! "It seems Corruptor is up to his old tricks again," he muttered, looking at the intel from a screen on the wall. "It looks like he's… stealing coins from the park fountain?" It was suspiciously mundane, and Jupiter's intuition told him not to underestimate Corruptor and his evil plans. Leaving the apartment via his secret exit tunnel (different from his secret entrance tunnel), Jupiter flew off to the local park to confront his nemesis.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Corruptor," Jupiter said, landing softly on the grass. "Looking for trouble? I thought you would have had enough of a lesson yesterday to know better. Today you're days of evil end!" Jupiter was about to leap forward when Corruptor, who had been grinning to himself in a decidedly suspicious manner, cried out "NOW GLOB!" From behind Jupiter stepped Glob holding a strange-looking ray gun. Before he could do anything, he felt the ray beam strike him, causing an odd tingling sensation and a mild case of pins and needles in his left leg. Corruptor laughed. "MWAH HAHA HAHAHA HA! You've fallen for my trap, Jupiter! Within moments my brilliant depowerifier ray will take effect, sapping you of all strength and rendering you weak! WEAK! A mere mortal! For too long you have laughed at me and my failed plans, but now it is I who will do the laughing! HAHAHA! I am laughing! HAHAHAHA! See! It is I who is laughing! HAHA―OOF!!" Corruptor lay on the ground, curled over in pain after one of Jupiter's famous Galactic Kicks. "I think you need to work on your ray guns, and your choice in evil invention names, and your monologues," Jupiter said, standing proudly over his defeated foe. "But this farce has given me my chance to put you behind bars once and for all!" Before he had a chance to grab him, Glob zipped out from the bushes she had been hiding in on a scrappy-looking, oddly-shaped hovercraft-y device. She scooped up Corruptor and flew away, spraying a thick cloud of smoke to obscure her from Jupiter's vision. "Hack! Gah! I can't believe he got away again… maybe I need to cut back on the monologuing myself…"

Meanwhile, aboard their escape vessel, Corruptor was berating his henchwoman. "Your stupid ray gun didn't work! It did nothing: that was one of the hardest kicks he's ever given me!" "I tried to warn you I didn't have empirical evidence of its effects!" Glob shook her head. "This is what I get for choosing to work for a man who majored in theoretical villainry…" After the rest of the ride was spent in an angry silence, they were soon back in their lair. "Well, what are we going to do now?" Corruptor asked. "Don't worry," Glob said. "I've been looking over my calculations again and I think I've worked out there's a 70% chance it still worked, but the effects are just delayed." Corruptor smiled. "I like those odds! How delayed are we talking?" "Between one week and about a year. Two years max." "Ugh! I can't wait that long…" Glob quickly pulled out a small device with a screen on it. "Well, maybe this'll cheer you up? While you were distracting Jupiter with your monologue, I stuck this tracking device on him. We can follow him and discover his hideout." "Yes! Great thinking Glob! This is why I hired you." "I've sent out a spybot, and it's seems he's stopped somewhere. Look!" The two peered over the screen that showed grainy footage of inside Justin's apartment. He was carrying a basket of laundry with his supersuit in it and was beginning to iron it while watching the news on TV. "That's Jupiter?" "I guess so." They watched more. "Wow is this guy boring," Corruptor yawned. "Why don't we just ambush him?" "No! We'd give up our advantage! If he really is losing his powers, we need to wait for the right moment." Corruptor scratched his chin. "Hmm… I suppose so. Plus I'll need a bit of time to recover from that kick to the gut." He rubbed his stomach and grimaced. "A period of surveillance sounds like just what the doctor ordered."

Back in his apartment, Justin looked up when he heard the news reporter mention the altercation in the park. A ray to depower me? he thought. I definitely felt something, but surely it didn't have an effect, right? Jupiter shook his head. When do Corruptor's plans ever work? I'm sure I'll be fine…

[alexanderlightweight]

In your Addams au there is the line about Magnus being a victorian maiden and since reading that I can't stop thinking about a regency Malec story with victorian era shadow hunter Alec and dual identity Magnus with Lady!Magnus and the rogue Warlock!Magnus with poor Alec not understanding why he is attracted to this one woman or him having feelings for both... and of ending in Alec realising how much he enjoys being pressed down by silk stockings ;)

loved writing this so much, thank you for the prompt i hope you enjoy and yes you can laugh at the dialogue, i was giggling a little as I wrote it tbh

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It’s spring when Alec first sees her, atop a bay stallion, riding astride in a full bustle that he knows from Izzy takes time and effort to put on.

Shadowhunters don’t bother with such fuss but Izzy’s tried a time or two, for what she calls fun but always leaves her grimacing and sore. As they live mostly glamoured from mundanes, they live their lives wearing mostly leather and wool or linen and Alec is grateful for the simple layers and styles.

Alec’s not been at the London Institute long, but he’s to be Head of New York someday and now that portals exist, the clave is willing to try for better relationships with, at the very least, warlocks.

So here he is, in London, staring in shock as a gorgeous victorian maiden gallops by, laughing gaily as an older gentleman trots after her and waves a closed parasol in outrage. 

Alec gets back to the London Institute, buries his face in his hands and tries not to scream.

It’s only two days later, when he’s walking through the park and getting some time away from all the busybodies who want to know what kind of training New York does that’s different from London. 

Alec is exhausted.

He’s good with politics, with talking with other leaders and peers and listening to orders. He is not good at casual conversation or worse, the dreaded small talk.

The bright of the sun is soothing and warm and he shivers, the cool damp of London different from the warmth already spreading through the streets of New York.

Alec can’t say he minds the change. It means he has to use less cooling runes which means his clothes last longer.

And then he sees her.

She’s at a casual walk now, talking with the same older gentleman who looks just as exasperated if not quieter about it. 

Her parasol is crimson and bold and lined with gold and Alec watches as she leans to pat the horse and whispers in its ears.

She’s beautiful and for a moment Alec hopes, but then it’s gone. He wants to know her, to see her again. His eyes long to watch her and he wishes he could know her name, hear the song of it in the air and taste the ambrosia of it on his tongue.

But he doesn’t want her, not in the way Alec desperately wishes he could.

Alec doesn’t understand why he would be tormented like this, with the hope of finding someone, even a mundane, whom he could fulfill his duties as heir with.

Only to realize he merely is haunted by her visage and the fact that his very soul yearns to know who she is.

Alec stays away from the park, only allowing himself to be tormented by glimpses of her for a few more times until she disappears, as if she’s been here for a trip. A spring blizzard that melts into nothing.

And then, Alec finds his entire world changing.

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Alec meets Magnus and knows instantly that he wants him.

That he wants to be wanted by Magnus in return.

Alec knows now the difference between appreciation and attraction, because of his haunting lady of the park. Magnus is everything about her that Alec adored but so much incredibly so.

Alec actually wants to kiss Magnus, wants to feel his stubble rough against Alec’s own shaven skin and wants to feel Magnus’ arms around him, holding him down and devouring him with the passion of an endless night.

They get to that, eventually.

Apparently Alec’s London relatives haven’t done him any favors and it turns out he rather looks more like a Herondale than a Lightwood and there are some very mocking comments.

Until Alec takes Gabriel Lightwood down several pegs and says, “I take after my mother,” and smiles.

And everyone in the vicinity knows who Maryse Trueblood is and while it’s not official yet, Alec will be taking over heirship of his maternal house and leaving the Lightwood to Izzy who might decide to let it pass to the London branch of the family.

However, seeing what kind of lout his cousin was, Alec resolves to encourage his sister to embrace heirship. He hardly wanted to be recognized publicly as having been related to such a cretin.

However Magnus seems to forgive him his poor family relations almost instantly, hand on Alec’s thigh and murmuring, “already forgiven, darling.” In his ear, which is good, because otherwise Alec would have needed to put a permanent end to Gabriel.

Magnus is... quite magical and Alec doesn’t know if he will ever have the heart to leave him but he’s running out of excuses to stay and when he laments so to Magnus, Magnus looks at him in shock.

“Beloved? My nightlark,” Magnus murmurs and soothes the jagged edges of Alec’s fears, “truly, this is what has you in such a state?”

And Alec nods because what else can he do but admit that he fears he might throw away all he’s due and earned and desired for the caress of Magnus’ eyes and the agony of his touch.

“Now darling, my sweetest light, how can you be so silly. Didn’t I create the portal, hmm? You think I cannot see you whenever I want, no matter where you are? And who is to say I must stay here. There is certainly nothing holding me here, indeed far too many memories plague my mind of late. None of them are pleasant. Ragnor himself, my dear fellow, has been encouraging me to go abroad.”

“Ragnor will never let you hear the end of it, if you do. You’ll be receiving message after message of  messily scrawled tirades if you ‘betray’ him by moving to ‘the colonies’.” Alec murmurs and marvels at the way Magnus allows his words to caress his cheek.

“Tosh, what do I care if Ragnor wants to be a fuddy-duddy. He can’t tell me to leave and then get upset that I go somewhere he doesn’t like. Tis the height of ludicrousy. Now then, you stop delaying your departure and I’ll portal over to New York in a bit and find somewhere I like.”

Alec can only smile and lean up to nuzzle his nose against Magnus. The contact is a thrill and then both smile, soft and daring as their lips meet and part in a kiss so heated it could parch the earth.

It’s later, after they’re sated and content and keeping close and Alec goes to find clothing that their peace is disturbed. 

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“What in the angel’s name is this! Magnus!”

Magnus has been happily enjoying some tea while waiting for a glimpse of Alexander as he gathers clothing for himself in Magnus’ rather incredible closet. 

He’s never heard quite such a panicked, confused, angry tone from Alec and certainly never directed at himself.

“Alexander?” He asks, gathering his robe about him as he glides over to the closet door. “My light, what on Edom could have you so flus—” And Magnus pauses in heart-dropping horror when he realizes Alec is holding one of his dresses.

Because while Magnus is not at all embarrassed and will not apologize at all, he has rather forgotten to dispose of the evidence until a more proper time to explain to his beloved that at times, Magnus enjoys experiencing things. And sometimes, Magnus likes to experience things very thoroughly.

Especially things that were trending.

Like the elegance and coquettish behavior of a delicate victorian maiden... by being one.

Magnus isn’t sure which conclusion Alexander’s mind has gone to, but as long as he doesn’t immediately assume Magnus is seeing some woman and walks out, Magnus knows he can salvage this. 

“Ah, well you see darling. Some—”

“That was you?” Alec is growling, interrupting him and Magnus is quite confused. “I recognize this dress! This, oh by the angel this makes so much more sense. Magnus, do you have any idea how confused and startled and absolutely going out of my mind because of you?”

“What?” Magnus can only ask because he’s quite confused himself.

“The lady in the park, my lady in the park. You. The only woman I ever looked twice at. Not enough to feel the ardor I feel for you but enough that I wanted to memorize her face. Commission a painting perhaps, so I could gaze upon her beauty and graze and be moved by the depth that her visage spoke to me. All along, it was you.” And Alexander is stepping forward after that amazing, orchestra of confusing words but then Alexander is kissing him with a passion Magnus normally has to stir from him.

A searing heat that makes Magnus’ toes curl in the silk stocking he now knows why Alexander was so willing to try.

Magnus can’t help it, he laughs breathless and wild into the kiss and tastes joy in return and Magnus swears, if he hadn’t already invented the portal, the thought of possibly losing the man in his arms would have been enough for him to do it now, even on his own. 

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*also just so it's clear. Magnus considers gender a perception and he doesn't care to be perceived. when she is a victorian maiden, alec is not attracted to her in the same way because she is in fact, female. and it has nothing to do with genitalia because the readers in fact, have no idea what magnus kept or didn't keep or added or didn't add and i'm not telling.

btw if magnus wanted to be victorian maiden while alec is in a relationship with her, then alec would be okay with that and they would not have sex during that time because she is in fact a woman then, regardless of what genitalia she keeps. alec loves magnus, not the body, but his attraction is different based on the gender magnus feels, not what he presents. 

[genericpuff]

How has rekindled impacted your original work? Ive seen some people on the ULO subreddit asking about it 👀

Ouu, great question, but buckle up because that means I'm about to go off LMAO

I'd say it's less that Rekindled has impacted my original work and more like my original work has impacted/influenced Rekindled? Like, there are so many things in the original LO that I can totally resonate with, from its character archetypes to some of its (attempted) themes, so making Rekindled has unexpectedly become a really good fit just because I've been spending the last decade working on a project that now feels like part of the groundwork for it. It's like Time Gate unknowingly became the training manual for Rekindled. Obv that's not 100% true because Rekindled is just a foefiction project I started up out of spite, but the only reason I'm able to write and draw Rekindled as it is now is partly thanks to Time Gate and all the blunders I made and learned from working on it the past 10+ years.

And if you don't believe me when I say that LO and subsequently Rekindled have a lot in common with Time Gate? Hoo boy, there are a ton of big and little things that can be pointed out between them. Whether that means I was always meant to make a foefiction for LO or if Rachel and I are both just that basic, no matter what the underlying explanation is it worked out well and I think it's why I enjoy working on Rekindled so much, it feels like a fresh twist on an old look.

CW: blood, violence, mild mention of trauma

Like, you want the dichotomy between Persephone and her wrathful side? Have some Uzuki and her parasitism.

You want the reluctant relationship between Hades and Persephone who are from completely different worlds and have no business working together? Have some Uzuki and Mitsuhiro.

You want the interpersonal conflicts and contrasting worldbuilding of Olympus and the Underworld? Unifreya (the Light Realm) and the Trinity's Vigil (the Dark Realm).

Shit, we even have a self-insert OC who's a victim of severe physical and mental trauma who doesn't remember what she went through because the guy she's with took matters into his own hands and erased her memories of what she went through, instead of allowing her to make her own decisions in her healing.

And yes, we've got a tyrannical time-manipulating god, too.

Anyways, all that aside, I've definitely been finding people going back and reading Time Gate since I started Rekindled, my monthly view count has also gone up since I went on hiatus with it, so I suppose Rekindled has impacted Time Gate in that way. Though it's no guarantee that if you like Rekindled you'll like Time Gate, it's quite an old series and it's gone through a lot of growing pains LOL but it definitely shares a lot of the same characterizations and themes so it at least has that going for it! See what I'm like when I'm not purely writing out of spite LMAO

Speaking honestly - and just because it's been on my mind a lot lately so your question was perfectly timed - I've been struggling to get back to Time Gate. On the one hand it's been great to work through the burnout by pre-occupying myself with another, fresher project (Time Gate's been on hiatus since about December/January), but on the other hand it's making it harder to get back to Time Gate because that's like asking me to try and squeeze into old outfits that don't fit me anymore? Like, I still love the style and the aesthetic, I still totally want to wear it, but I'm trying to figure out how to transition it into a bigger size that fits better. IDK if that analogy works here but that's just the first thing that came to my mind... and as I said above, it's been on my mind a lot lately.

I'm hoping, at the very least, that anyone who does find Time Gate through Rekindled enjoys it. I'd like to get back to it eventually, I just don't know when that time is. This isn't my first burnout sesh, I know I'm capable of bouncing back as I have many times in the past, but right now it just doesn't feel like a comfortable fit. I need to rest, to do other things, to give my brain something new to chew on. Rekindled is definitely helping a lot with that, especially with all the similarities it naturally shares with Time Gate, it's like I get to have my cake and nibble a bit of it too LOL I owe it a lot for that and I hope I can some day make room for both Time Gate and Rekindled. I have a feeling they'd get along great.

[specialshipping-blog]

I saw the "100 otp questions" by the-moon-dust-writings on Tumblr, and I wanted to answer all of them. I thought it would be a perfect first post for this blog. ^^

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1. Who loves flower crowns more?

Yellow. Red doesn't like them that much, to be honest he's not a big fan of flowers in general. However, he likes seeing Yellow wearing them, especially because of the cute, somewhat embarrassed face she has when putting them on. This look makes him not hate them that much.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

Red. He's completely touch-starved.

3. Who has awful taste in music?

I feel like neither, but I think Yellow's the type of person who would listen to the same song over and over again for a few weeks, to the point that Red leaves the room whenever he hears it.

4. Who is the meme lover?

Red. This one is just from the vibes alone, he's been spending way too much time with Gold. His favourite ones are the ones that can annoy Yellow or at least tease her.

5. How did their second date go?

They probably had dinner somewhere quiet, surrounded by candles and flowers, talked about most random things, had dessert and a few drinks.

6. How many children do they want/have?

2-3.

7. Who hides the weapons?

Red.

8. Who is the better dancer?

Also Red.

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

Probably something in cottagecore style.

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

Red's parents are most likely dead or if they aren't, then don't give a damn about him, so Red wouldn't care about their opinion anyway (similar with Yellow's). Yellow's uncle was very cautious about Red and them dating at first, yet later he warmed up and was happy for them. Yet he still threatened him during their wedding that if something happens to her, he will get him.

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

In public, no. When they're alone, 100% yes.

12. How did they get together?

After emerald arc they slowly started to realise that they actually enjoy each other's accompany yes Yellow had a crush on him since they first met, but she was always a little intimidated by him, since earlier they didn't have time to meet up or even talk on any sort of occasion, to be honest except for the times when they had to save the world together, they barely knew each other. So they slowly got to know each other better and eventually decided that they want to be together.

13. Who asked the other to get married?

Yellow actually sort of decided they'd get married eventually shortly after they first met, and was already making plans. Once when they were passing the jeweler's Yellow saw a gorgeous ring and immediately fell in love with it. Red saw it, but pretended he didn't. Later on he bought this ring and popped up the question durning one of their walks in Viridian Forest, and was very nervous about it, even though he knew she'd say yes. 

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

Red.

15. Who is the nerd?

Yellow.

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

Depends on what you mean by obscure. Useless curiosities, mostly about pokémon? Red. Medical shit or sometimes botany? Yellow.

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

Yellow. If she has to wear one to please both Red and then years later their kids, then she's making him wear one too.

18. Who likes to read?

Yellow definitely, however Red also reads something from time to time when interested.

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Red, because he's her handsome husband and he has the right to annoy her.

20. Who tutors the other?

Depends on the topic, but mostly Yellow.

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

No. Red can't stand rom-coms, meanwhile Yellow is not that fond of thrillers or horrors. Which concludes in them barely watching something together. It's not like they actually watch TV that often though.

22. How do their personalities compliment each other?

I could write the whole analysis with multiple paragraphs about this, but in order of keeping it short I would say that Yellow makes Red prioritise his emotions and needs more, instead of being a people pleaser to everyone like he always is. While Red makes Yellow believe in herself more, making her notice all her worths.

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

Either Yellow is making a sweet speech during a dinner with the people closest to them, or Red just randomly mentions it, completely out of context durning a conversation like it's nothing.

24. Who has better fashion sense?

Surprisingly, Red. He often has to help out Yellow choosing what to wear.

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Red will beat the shit out of anyone who even dares to think of mistreating Yellow.

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

Songs by their favorite artists or the soundtracks of the movies, tv shows and musicals they liked.

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Kokomi and Gorou from Genshin Impact. I feel like they would go on a double dates with Gold and Silver.

28. Who likes to prank the other?

Red.

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

Yellow. She likes to keep pictures as a way to always remember the good things that happen to her, she even prints those photos just to keep them in the albums or on her desk.

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

I mean... *cough* we already have a canonical explanation to that, Yellow is embarrassed, but sort of happy, meanwhile Red is pretty much chill about it, but doesn't seem to mind.

31. Where would they live?

Somewhere quiet for sure. Either in Red's house in Pallet Town or they would have a small cabin nearby Viridian Forest. 

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

I don't know much about dragons, but they probably would have the baby ones, that are not too big and don't make that much of a mess.

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

Yellow would be a pacifistic vampire, that feeds exclusively of animals. Red would probably be the same, but from time to time he allows himself to drink blood of the bad guys.

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

I don't feel like they would dress up, but nun and demon/fallen angel seems suiting.

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

Absolutely.

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

They both love to call each other darling.

37. How do they cheer each other up?

By being there for one another, either to give advice/help, or just to listen as they vent about their feelings.

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

Yellow dislikes PDA as she doesn't like being in a centre of attention, she simply feels uncomfortable by it. Red respects it, but from time to time he might kiss her or do something else in front of the others just to tease her.

39. How old were they when they got together?

Yellow was around 17-18, Red 19-20.

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

Yellow. It's actually oblivious at this point.

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

They can do any pose.

42. What is their song?

"If you come into my heart"

43. What does their room look like?

Pretty simple, with some basic furniture and a lot of things like photos, things they like or have good memories with, also a huge bed.

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

Red kills the zombies, while Yellow provides healing and support.

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

Red.

46. Who loves kids more?

They love their children equally, Yellow just shows it a bit more.

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

Nope.

48. What are their favourite colours?

Shades of red, gold and green.

49. Who likes to cook?

Red, because he's ridiculously good at it.

50. Who is the forgetful one?

Yellow. She is smart, but sometimes she forgets about the most simple things.

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

If it's about pokémon battles then both, if not then Red.

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

They do whatever they love doing together. Go on a walk, maybe fishing or even if one of them finally gives up on what to watch, aka Red 99% of the times they watch some movies as they're hugged into each other and they fall asleep like that later.

53. Who swears more?

Red.

54. Who has the better comebacks?

Again Red. I mean, when he's mad he can kill people with words.

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

ONCE AGAIN RED.

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

Yellow, when she has nothing better to do.

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Yellow.

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

Red probably.

59. Who can rap better?

My money is on Red.

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

They both probably thought about it once or twice while flying on their mons.

61. What do they usually text about?

Literally anything that they're thinking of.

62. Who is the dramatic one?

Red is the dramatic queen, I make no rules I know I'm correct.

63. Is either one confrontational?

It depends on the situation, but yep.

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

Any position that allows them to easily and comfortably fall asleep in each other's arms.

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

They can't decide as most of the times they like only 3 songs at maximum from each artist.

66. What are their parenting styles?

Yellow is very caring and understanding, yet a bit more strict, and Red is just a spoiling dad, he wants to be the best father ever for his children as he never had a parent figure himself, so he knows the pain. They're both very loving and protective over their kids.

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

Yellow.

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

Red.

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

Red keeps random secrets from his early childhood about stupid things and Yellow knowing wouldn't affect anything. He keeps them for no reason, other than a feeling of pure embarrassment he would feel if he told her.

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

Gold and Silver.

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

They both only don't do it when the waiter/waitress did a bad job.

72. How do they work out a fight?

Dialogue.

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

Yellow.

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

Red doesn't care what side of the bed he sleeps on, since he knows Yellow only cares about using him as a pillow.

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

The photo of their first kiss after being officially married.

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

Yellow.

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

Red.

78. What movie did they first see together?

"Titanic" probably, when they started dating it was going currently on the TV and Yellow loved this movie and wanted to watch it with him. Red agreed only because he didn't want to make her upset.

79. What do they like to see each other in?

Yellow likes seeing him shirtless in his tight tank tops. Red loves seeing her in beautiful dresses and cute clothes in general, including his clothes, that are oversized to her.

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

Red, because he can't read the room sometimes, or he just wants to annoy someone on purpose.

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

Probably as soon as they get married.

82. What do they love about each other the most?

Red loves how kind and loving Yellow is, while Yellow how passionate and hardworking he is.

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

Depends on their mood and on the subject.

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

Yellow would make a short sappy, but really cute note about their life together, how proud she is of him,  how happy he makes her everyday etc. Red would write a bunch of compliments and loving phrases.

85. Who is bad at math?

Yellow.

86. Who googles everything?

Yellow, especially when she argues with Red about something. Red doesn't need it, he knows he's right.

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

Usually Red, but Yellow has her moments too.

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

Lots of cuddles and emotional support.

89. What is an inside joke they have?

They probably often quote some crappy movies quotes, that they regret watching.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Both.

91. What is their favourite holiday?

Christmas, Red used to hate it before, but after he met Yellow he slowly grew on it and started to enjoy it. For them this holiday is just a perfect opportunity to spend some quality time together without anyone interrupting them.

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

Usually Yellow is calm and collected while Red is angry and destructive. Usually.

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

Chess. Pretty basic, but they're both pretty competitive when it comes to it.

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

Red, probably when he's training with his team.

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

Yellow, because she knows she would be too stressed to rob.

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

Mareux maybe.

97. Who sleep talks?

Yellow literally does this canonically, Red finds it pretty cute.

98. Who is the more social one?

Red obviously, he loves being with other people as he doesn't want to feel alone, yet he ends up spending most of his time with Yellow anyway after they get together.

99. What are their karaoke songs?

They don't like karaoke unless they're drunk and when they're drunk they sing everything.

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

Red. He has a psychological need to make his girlfriend smile.

[thr-333]

hi 👋!!! I LOVE your Tmnt mm x 2012 crossover so far! Please continue it!! Your art is also so good! While I’m asking got any writing tips for fanfics?

Ahhh thank you! Actually posted the second chapter just now so I will be continuing. As for writing tips I’ve never been asked that, so this is gonna come out rambly and very much neurodivergent.

I’ll first establish I have aphantasia, meaning I don’t ‘picture’ things so much as I think in words(and in abstract concepts of movement). So when I write I don’t spend much time describing what things look like, I can’t picture it so why would I spend time explaining what it should look like? This means my writing is very dialogue heavy. It focuses on what character are saying and how they sound and what they do when they say it(because of how I think about movement)

So one of my best writing tips is when I get stuck or am slowing down with a scene I’ll start jotting down the dialogue. No actions in between, no they said this or that, no quotation marks they waste time, usually I won’t even note characters names and trust future me to know. Or trust I've written the charcters with strong enough individual voices that it's obvious at least to me. For example later in the fic is this scene:

We actually don't have a last name

Not until we had to go to school then we had to choose one

We didn’t really know what to pick so we settled on Stockman!

Stockman

Yep that’s our cousins last name and Baxter Stockman technically created us so that makes him our uncle-dad

I see, here Baxter Stockman is an associate of the shredder

… yeah we learnt that yesterday, but our Baxter stockman never did anything really bad!

Unless you count animal extermination as bad

Which we do

It’s still better than going with something like Smith

Writing it like this means the dialogue flows better. It also helps my brain out since I don’t have to constantly switch tracks meaning I can write faster. Also lets me move onto other scenes I have the itch to make. Often I won’t come back and fill in the gaps until I’m editing.

Another thing that helps me is using the fact fanfiction comes with prebuilt stories to work on top of. I like having an episode with premade plot points to build off of. My best example of this is another fic I wrote, The Bat Trap which was based on The Parent Trap(a movie I love). In it I had a bunch of one liners and situations from the movie that I wanted to include, so I would follow(and adapt) the plot to fit and follow. While in other places I could go off script so I wasn’t following it word by word. To this day it’s the only longform fic I’ve completed and that's entirely due to following a movie plot, so I had an endpoint I could work towards. Instead of an overeaching storyline I made myself with no end in sight.

And my best piece of advice! Give yourself a voice in your story. Especially if you’re doing something comedic. It’s all well and good to give your characters hilarious lines but ultimately only a fraction of your writing is going to be dialogue. Most of it is that connective tissue, what characters are thinking, where they are, what they’re doing. So think as the ‘narrator’ of these parts as a character equally capable of jokes. Such as my favourite technique the ‘smash cut’. My art for the first chapter is an example of that. 

“They will be fine”

“Mikey was not fine”

It’s a fun way to open a new perspective and I will use it at nauseum because it entertains me. Ultimately it’s fun! Have fun writing, undercut your serious scenes. You want to add something but it doesn't fit the tone? Screw that, write it anyway. It doesn't matter if people don’t like it, because you’re gonna spend a hell of a lot more time writing than they will reading. Eventually that becomes your writing style and people ask you for tips:P

[craw-dacious]

Thats the art of getting by, by sarewolf

Again, new to marauders. This fic 3 that I’ve read. Feel free to shoot me recs, currently looking for ~100,000 word fic with a good angst balance and no major character death.

Summary: Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter one

I already like the opening quote. Can tell the writing is going to be good.

God the angst is already great

He’s only 24 wild

I kind of forgot just how much he lost that night, like all of his closest friends were dead. Even in canon, with no world star this probably sucks the worst for Lupin.

Okay I’m actually crying already

I’ve been wanting a babyfic since the first one I read

This is such a hard thing to do, parenting is hard without the trauma and sob storying

Chapter two

I wonder how they are going to reincorporate Sirius

And I’m concerned about Harry’s quietness, I feel like that’s not consistent with who he grows up to be

Hoping for some baby Ron and harry content eventually 

I never give Kudos until the end of the fic, this is incredible and I absolutely adore it already

Literally crying from how sad Remus is Jesus

Chapter three

YES love old lady gossip

Neris is so cute delicious

Plus Harry is opening up a lot, so far very happy chapter!

So gay bruh

HARRY BEING SAD TOO IS KILLING ME JUST A BABY FR

This is actually fucking INFURIATING him being like “Sirius never loved us” like BRO I know you’re being LIED TO but I CANNOT HANDLE IT TOO SAD

Chapter four

Now I need to be a depressed widow with a three year old son who loves me

Like I think just having a child would patch my soul

This is actually the cutest thing ever love love love

I think me and remus lupin are the same person

Like gay traumatized werewolf = teenaged girl

“Oh the memories, oh the love” SO ME

YES RON AND HARRY BEST FRIENDS IM GONNA SOB

Damn he’s in love with Sirius fr fr

Can tell this is a shift, so gonna do a small recap

Wonderful characterization

Remus kind of being forced to push forward is great narratively, a little concerned about how it will work with pacing

They write Harry very well, not annoying as children can often be in fic

Chapter five

This is what I wanted, you see James and Lily in harry and remus is just thoughtful and reflective enough to show the audience the importance of this its just MWAH

Oh my god

Baby trauma. He’s so cute and being such a little bitch

Literally so sad, like remus is such a better parent than the Dursleys could ever be but him knowing what harry had makes it sad

If I have to read “angry fucks” again im gonna lose it, say sex please, at least sometimes

YES HE’S FREEEE

Chapter six

God this sucks, like I know they aren’t truly in danger but the emotional turmoil goes crazy

3 chapters till we get Sirius saying it now

Cannot understate how much remus’s pining and distraught connects to me

Like I can tell they were in love but SO TOXIC which, again, is teenage girl core

Not to diminish the relationship, I think the way teenage girls evaluate breakups and romance is like peak human condition and is incredibly poignant amidst the issues of war and death and loss.

YES FUCK YES HELL YEAH INNOCENT INNOCENT INNOCENTTTTTT FUCK PETER HATE THAT SON OF A BITCH

Chapter seven

UGH I know I said fuck Peter but this still sucks ass

When do I get to see Sirius. Ik I said 3 chapters but I didn’t mean it

Damn Petes evil as fuck

The justice in him being DECLARED innocent is so beautiful. I wish that could’ve happened in the books, he died being known as a shitty, terrible human being

Chapter eight

Ok skip this shit and jump to the gay sex I do not want a flashback rn I need TEARS

Jk obviously its important and builds suspense, well written two with good symbolism

Fuck fuck fuck fuck just kiss please I need them to kiss please

Like I actually cannot watch them be fucking roommates ill vomit

Sobbing sobbing sobbing “I hope not” Jesus fucking christ let me suck the authors dick I love this sm

Chapter nine

Just taking in the idea that both Sirius and Harry see each other as a replacement for James in the books, that is such a beautiful like concept with such horrible influences on how they treat each other and I really want to see how its reconciled here, if its relevant at all

Harry with his two dads that barely speak to each other

I do need reconciliation but making sure the weight of tragedy is like there also seems important

But also, please, just fuck already

Chapter ten

Ok remus time to put your big boy pants on and apologize

Like actually nothing will fix itself until you say sorry man

“He’s pack” BRUH harry

Pls having to tell everyone you’re living with this famous not-criminal is so funny I actually am losing it

Pls just be nice to each other for once bruh

Yay!! Nice!!

They’re so like fucked up its messy brother

Chapter eleven

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA KMS

The dog plushie, the memory album, literally everything god I love Christmas

Omfg. Sweater. Sobbing.

AND HITTING ME WITH ANGST AT THE END. This is such a good joy-depression balance

Like its SO SO SAD like irrevocably depressing and filled with grief but also like LIFE and CHILDHOOD and JOY and bruuuhh

Chapter twelve

evil

Chapter fourteen

Basically skipped twelve and thirteen

Jesus Christ

That was gay sex fs

The dementors kiss scene was fucking heart breaking, like devastatingly sad but obviously Peter deserved it

Actually idk, soullessness is so horrific

Then THE KISS and the SEX and everything it was so raw and good and Jesus fucking christ

I want to have sex with eric again bruh

Just so sad, and so happy at the end with the talk of learning to live with it and just UGH amazing I love it

Literally cannot think of a critique atm, im sure ill have some at the end though

FULL RECAP

Yes I know I skipped 16 and 17 and I'm sorry.

Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH. I will say I wish there was more to the plot than “everyone is sad and trying to not be anymore”While that is a completely reasonable story, it does make it a little boring. But because this fic is fairly short it works out alright. My only true criticism is going to be on the pacing. I am not sure at all when Harry and Remus were introduced to each other, or how far after that Sirius came into their lives. I also think Harry and Sirius’ connection, while amazing, was a bit unrealistic at the beginning. For a child with this much past to IMMEDIATELY latch onto someone like this is kinda wild, but it works for the story so no big deal honestly. I think characterizations were good, not great. However, this is a situation we haven’t seen marauders in and I’m not super familiar with how marauders are usually characterized outside of reading the books and watching movies, so I’d reevaluate characterization stuff once im more engrossed in the fandom.

This is something I just thought about while adding tags, having moody in this fic was nice. He's a character I'd like to see more out of what I've read so far in marauders

9/10, truly loved this one

[pbandjesse]

I am feeling just slightly stressed out. I think I am just very tired. I am feeling better but I am just exhausted.

It was a pretty good day. I slept alright. And woke up feeling fine. Getting up was hard. But I got myself together and James made the bed and gave me my lunch and offered to carry my drinks to the car but I was alright. I just wanted to leave with them.

I was surprised that the car had frost all over it. I didn't want to scrap it off the glass so I waited for the car to warm up and watched James bike off. I didn't have to wait long.

It was a fine drive to camp. I don't know why but I did not wear my puffer jacket and I was very cold outside even with a sweater and a fleece. I would be inside for the majority of the day though and would be fairly comfortable.

I drove up to arts first to drop off all my large stuffed animals. Some will probably still come home but for now at least they have a safe place to be. Once those were put away I went back down to the office.

I could see over at the nurse's office there were some work trucks. I wasn't sure what part they were working on but they were doing something.

When I got to the office I microwaved my breakfast and set myself up. I drew the card for my neighbor's. I wrote out some well wishes and told them I was sorry I couldn't do more. It was nice to draw. I was in a drawing mood.

I would actually do some more prep work for my daily sticker project. Just getting some early work done so if I fall behind I will have something to fall back on. Especially since everything is so busy right now. And it's only going to get worse. Not at work but in life. And it was nice to work on the style I'm going for.

As I was drawing I saw the men from the nurses office walk over. They came in the office and said they needed the nurse key and that they would be back to work in the basement. They were very nice. I texted our office group chat and told them we had men in the basement. Which is the most ominous way to say that. But it was true!

Eventually everyone else came in. I told them about the detectives coming to my house. And the card I wrote. I had James print that to give to the neighbors and apparently Jessica thought it was incredibly sweet. I'm glad no one thinks it's weird. I just felt like it was the least I could do.

It would be a nice day. I would have emails to write and some things to create for sending interest emails out for staff. Me and Sarah would also do a bunch of research to find vendors to email about possibly being a part of our music festival. That took a surprisingly long time because we had to find emails and not everyone made that easy!!

I did get a lot of reading done today too. I finished my book about the 1793 yellow fever endemic. It was very interesting and honestly while it was sad it wasn't as bad as I anticipated. There was some hope at the end. I do wish they did an epilog like the Dear America ones do but that's okay. I still enjoyed it.

The day would go pretty fast. At one point Dad asked me to call and we discussed some house stuff. And he asked if I could try installing zippers in some of his pants. I can sure try! He's sending them with Mom tomorrow. And I will do my best to get that done ASAP. It was also just nice to talk to him. He sounded healthy. And he's really proud of us about the house and that feels good.

I am a little stressed though because Jennifer, the loan processor, asked for some information from me but when I followed up with what I think is what she's asking for she didn't say anything! I wish she would send confirmation emails but she didn't with the last documents either and it just stresses me so bad. Especially on a holiday weekend. Like girl. Please just tell me this is what you need so we aren't going to have to push back the closing. James thinks it was the correct info though so fingers crossed I guess.

I am excited though. Like it's happening. That's so cool. I'm going to miss this apartment a lot but this is new! This is going to be great! And if I keep that energy it will be true even if it is hard.

The end of the day came pretty fast. I was ready to get out of there, mainly because I was excited to go hang out with Callie. I said goodbye to everyone and they reminded me that MLK day is Monday. But I already don't work on Mondays so it didn't matter to much. But I hope they all enjoy the extra day and I'll see them Tuesday.

On my drive my blood sugar felt incredibly low. My hands started shaking. I sent Callie a text I would need to run to the grocery store to grab a piece of a pizza. And she was totally cool about it. I just couldn't think and needed food immediately.

As soon as I parked I saw her and we walked over and I quickly got my pizza and basically inhaled it. I was actually able to talk and focus once I ate and I was slightly embarrassed that I got that bad. But she was cool about it and she filled the air while I couldn't talk.

We went over to amazing glaze and I finished eating my pizza and we decided what to paint. She picked a tiny trinket dish and I got a pasta bowl/plate. I have done this shape before buts its one I go for at home a lot so it seemed right.

And I had so much fun painting. She filled me in about school. I filled her in about the house. She painted a bunny and I painted a bedroom with little beads all tucked in. I impressed the workers which is all I'm ever trying to do. And while we were there for 2 hours, and I for sure could have been there longer, I am super proud of my piece.

I really enjoyed Callie's company. We talked about camp and life and she offered to help us move because she's great. And I had a very good time.

We finished up a little after 630. Just as the rain started. We hugged and said goodbye. And it really felt like we left at the perfect time because right after I got home the storm picked up and got very heavy and very windy. I was happy to be home.

But I was in a weird mood. While me and Callie were painting I texted James something time sensitive and they didn't answer me. It was going in 40 minutes and I finally called them and asked them to answer my texts and I hate the this is something we continue to struggle with. It's literally the only thing in our relationship that makes me angry. And it's because it makes me feel like I can't call them in an emergency. And it upsets me really bad. And they felt terrible but it doesn't fix it. And I just want them to try to be better.

So my mood was sour but I'm sure I also was just tired and it made things feel worse. James did tell me they knocked on our neighbor's door and gave them my card and apparently she was super grateful and told James if I didn't call her husband could have died. And I am horrified that it was that bad. I am glad that he's home. I'm glad I was able to help. I still wish I could have done more.

James was in the kitchen doing something for a long time. I opened the mail and texted my mom about tomorrow. I'm really excited to have her and my aunt visit. I just have to be well rested for it!!

I took a shower. I was hurting a bit. My lip has been doing better and I didn't wear a bandaid today. But then I hit the wound with the zipper of my fleece and it hurt so deeply and continued to hurt for hours. Cleaning it in the shower also hurt but I am still trying to baby it. It's getting better but it's still split. At least it's not as swollen.

I am in bed now. And I am very very ready to sleep. We are going to have a long day tomorrow.

Mom and aunt Nadine will be here for brunch. And then we are going to the visionary museum. And I'm really hoping for a good day. I hope you all sleep well and have a nice day tomorrow. Be careful in the heavy winds. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[anxiouslyfred]

Froward

Summary: Thomas has a difficult day dealing with Remus interrupting constantly with disturbing ideas.

Authors Note: According to 'An Emotional Dictionary' Froward means 'Perverse and hard to please'. This was the definitiion in my head while writing. The definition at the end literally is what came up when I searched 'define froward' but thankfully still fits

/\/\

Thomas was getting more tired by the minute and it was entirely because of Remus and his need to contradict everything today.

First he'd had plans to meet his friends in the morning and had Remus and Virgil talking about all the ways he could die the entire time he was out. Remus had gone so far as to give him a nightmarish daydream over getting into a car crash with a bus and all the injuries, blood and damage that would be caused by it.

He'd honestly felt like kissing the ground after parking his car and only part of that was from Virgil cheering that they'd left the mobile death trap as Remus had convinced him the car was.

It hadn't gotten better from there. 

One of his friends had mentioned something they were struggling with which of course left Thomas and Patton beyond ready to help, but gave Remus the chance to imagine how said friend could die either doing it alone or by Thomas murdering them under the pretense of helping. Patton's lecture on how that's wrong still hadn't really ended having changed to fit the rest of the things Remus had been putting into Thomas's mind since getting home.

Eventually something in Thomas just snapped, "Fine, Remus! Let's entertain you for a while. What is going on that you're so desperate for attention?" 

"I'm just froward, Thomas. Nothings going on, yet at least. But how about we set a challenge hunger games style for your fans; survivor gets to decide the next video to be posted on the channel and it has to be up within a month of posting. Losers are dead so we can attend their funerals acting like the spurned loved ones who'd vowed revenge when rejected." Remus grinned offering the suggestion instead. 

Logan popped up then, at the same time as Thomas threw his hands up in exasperation so he wasn't certain if he'd accidentally summoned him or his logical side had just decided it was time to intervene. "I believe you mean you are forward, Remus, which we've all known for a while and doesn't explain your behaviour."

"I said what I said and if you don't know what my words mean I don't need to tell you." Remus countered, laughing at the confusion of sticking to his words caused. "Actually let's go matilda style. Thomas you've gotta eat your dictionary right now! Logan is missing knowledge of words."

Thomas blinked between his sides now, glancing over to where Patton was currently still muttering over how the competition Remus had suggested was wrong in so many ways, not including giving inviable timescales. He could see Logan preparing to say something more, perhaps elaborate on how being forward doesn't mean someone shares all their ideas to upset others and Remus already smug at having a counter to whatever could be said and that made Thomas's decision.

He went and pulled down the dictionary, setting his phone beside it. "I'm not going to eat any books but I will look up whatever you think Logan has misunderstood. You said froward, right?" 

"Yup freaks roaming over willys after radiation disaster." Remus cheerfully nodded, blinking each eye individually when he got a side glance aimed at him.

Thomas turned through the f section of the dictionary for a few thankfully quiet moments. "It isn't in this dictionary so I'll Google it, but after this, you can sit down and get all your ideas out while I write some fanfiction. Okay?"

"Look the word up first, Thomathy." Remus goaded, agreeing to nothing.

Thomas read the first definition and decided now was the time to follow Logan's advice from the first time he met Remus and convince Patton, Virgil and Roman to stop reacting to him

froward

ˈfrəʊəd

adjective archaic (of a person) difficult to deal with; contrary.

[protonpowered]

For the ask game: 4, 25, 28?

Thank you for the ask! It's been something for me to mull over at work today. This answer got quite long so I put it under a read more

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

I don't know if this means good feral or bad feral, but I can't think of a bad feral right now so lets talk good.

A word by itself cannot make me go a good feral, its about the context and the connotations.

In this case, Want, and all its variations (wanting, wanted, etc).

I have had part of a phrase stuck in my head for a while - “wanting to be wanted” - I don't know what brought it on exactly. I suppose it's one of those basic desires, isn't it? Everyone wants to be wanted, at least to some degree, and when no-one wants you I suppose you pine for it. In the context of my current writing and WIPs, I suppose Ranger Nefarious would embody that phrase of “wanting to be wanted”, particularly in later chapters.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

If I am limited to only one, then probably how my version of Captain Qwark is really into lingerie. It has little to no bearing at all upon the overall plot of Ranger Days and beyond, it's more just of a fun aside. He has quite the collection in his condo, of all sorts of colours, fabrics, and styles. He enjoys collecting it, admiring it, wearing it when he has the chance and when he can get something in his size that can withstand his musculature. There is quite the collection in his condo, but the most part he is rather quiet about it. Everyone has their own private hobbies and joys, don't they?

The idea grew naturally out from his canon penchant for going in disguise in various feminine outfits, Nurse Shannon in ACiT, the maid outfit in UYA. I imagine he goes all in on such disguises, right down to the underwear. The only bit that isn't changed, obviously, is his cowl.

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

This is a two part answer because I don't have just the one anymore.

Doctor Nefarious is my primary answer. He has been living rent free in my head since maybe 2017 or so, it's been years and it was after the movie+game was released. When a character lives that long in your head it eventually feels natural when writing them. When I am in the right space, I can hear his voice in my head as I write out his dialogue (Or not, and if not then it probably isn't something he would say). Even without that he is fun to write. I haven't properly gotten around to writing Doctor Nefarious, rather I've been writing Ranger Nefarious, but there's still shades of the later doctor in there that I'm weaving through as I write Ranger Days. Ranger Days is a corruption arc, fallen hero, type of a story.

But whether he is a Doctor or a Ranger, Nefarious is just plain fun to write and imagine scenarios with. He's loud, exuberant, funny, intelligent, doesn't give up no matter how many times the universe sends someone to kick him down, has good chemistry with his counterpart Lawrence. I could go on but this ask post is getting long and I'm not even finished yet.

Emperor Nefarious is my secondary answer. I have only recently started actually properly writing him and thus thinking as he does so I can get his voice and character right. Whilst he has some similarities to the doc, there are some key differences too. In my drafts on my unnamed Rivet and Emps fic, he's the constant winner now dealing with the personal, messy aftermath of being a first-time loser. He's bitter, he's a mess (mentally and physically), if he wasn't an alcoholic before, he is now, but even with all that he's still gloating bitch we all love, even if it's perhaps not to the same degree. He does get better during the fic to at some extent and becomes at least somewhat more functioning, literally and mentally. It's going to be a balancing act of portraying a broken man trying to pull himself back together after a crushing defeat, and pulling out the old playfulness and humour of his mannerisms in his Emperor days.

As a newer favourite character, he's still something of a puzzle and a challenge to work out, I'm still getting to know the ins and out of his character and mannerisms, and that in itself has been fun. I try to be as authentic as I can whenever I write characters, so with major characters especially I try to dig deep and understand them in order to portray them accurately. I'm looking forward to the challenge of writing the Emperor-Who-No-Longer-Is.