#but hey this is on my list of otp tag lines so we have to do it lol

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

58 days.

[cassieuncaged]

Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

[sunday-romance]

Sunday Romance - Week 11

Welcome again Everybody!

Here we go again, after the wonders you created last week!

As before, you may use the prompt in any shape or form, as an inspiration, use the line, don’t use the line, whatever you like.

There are two versions and I’d like to ask everyone to tag properly so those who don’t want to see NSFW content can block the tag:

clean tag: #sundaylove

NSFW tag: #sundayheat (trigger warnings are highly appreciated)

Everyone is most welcome, this is a safe place for all of you.

And now to the point, this weeks prompt is:

“Under the blanket”

Is something naughty happening under the blanket? Is your OTP just tired and cuddling? Someone covering the other while they shiver? It’s all up to you.

Word limit: 100-1500 (please, put it behind read more over 500 words)

You have until noon, 9th November (UK time)

If you don’t see me interacting with your post, it means Tumblr didn’t notify me, feel free to DM me.

Works submitted at a later time are going to be posted at the end of every month in a master post.

Have fun and keep the romance going xx

Tag list under the cut

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Please, let me know if you’d like to be added/removed.

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

shipping info !

answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what is your otp for your character?: 

look I know it's a Crack ship but Karen and Lysandre weirdly works for every reason they shouldn't. They're definitely these opposites attract and each of them kinda of counter in some ways the other's more extreme mindsets or challenge them in a way that makes character development very easy. For example Lysandre despising those that manipulate others and Karen hates judgemental society people. Well Karen used to be a criminal and manipulator but uses it for good now to help those that need it challenging his view and she challenges his in that (especially anime Lys) he maybe high class judgemental but it started from trying to be a good person and getting burned which she can relate to.

So opposites atttact, or hateship changing to mutual respect to crush works too, and basically I just really love the character interplay that's possible.

The height difference jokes are a bonus. Lysandre putting something on a high shelf in her line of sight and moment later hears banging about to find her 5'5 self managed to climb her way up there anyway. Goblin energy meeting refined energy is a ✨ vibe ✨

And my favorite joke: if Karen is linked to Ho-oh, fire, and Lysandre messes with Yveltal, dark, birds of a feather fly together cause they were just looking for the right type. :D

what are you willing to write when it comes to shipping?: 

Ah alot generally. My only limit is nsfw tho I'm trying some of it on discord with Bruno wik ship to get more comfortable with it. Like if someone wants to get dark, lez get dark.

I will say tho fluff usually bores me terribly. I mean in writing anything can happen so I enjoy writing angst, things that have arcs, or force character development.

Just the usual day to day stuff gets old fast, or a ship that's like too perfect with one being overly gushy because then it just feels mundane. Also if one partner is great all the time then that's horribly boring, they gotta be equally troubled or the relationship just feels unbalanced.

Also no pokemon, especially if they lack a human form, I feel like that should be obvious but.....well you'd be surprised.

how large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?:  

If you do the age divided by 2 minus seven but throw that in reverse the oldest person Karen can Date is 56 so there's the answer there. For younger it's 25, so we'll go with those numbers.

are you selective when shipping?: 

Fairly to some degree. Unless I see a good dynamic I usually don't go for it. Tho Karen hasn't had much experience with relationships so sometimes I make a bad call cause I think I see something, but then later realize that maybe there isn't the development here I thought there was.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered nsfw?:

Making out with clothes on and no touching the chest and crotch area. So hollywood pg13 style. If there is a steamy moment we both feel the characters would have a fade to black waking up later is what I go for.

who are the characters you ship your character with?: 

Ah too many. Giovanni would be fun for twist Karen which I had started with someone, or mainverse if she's befriended a Silver cause well dad issues. Looker would be fun cause I feel like they'd step on each other's turf and lime he'd know she was doing crime but trying to prove it would be fun. Also home girl is bi but has mom issues so I do want to ship her with more girls just to explore that. Had one ship with an Elsa which low key could of been cute.

But yeah I have a long list but those are some highlights.

does one have to ask to ship with you?: 

Yes please, but hey we can have casual rps first if you want to test the waters and then pop in and be like,"hey I think a ship might be here." If I feel it ill tell you if not I'd be super excited tk see what ideas you might have.

how often do you like to ship?: 

Whenever it happens tbh 😅

are you ship obsessed or ship more - or - less?: 

Leaning ship obsessed when I see a possible one but also I didn't have ships on this account for like 2 years so again it's more kinda I take it if it happens.

are you multiship?: 

Gosh yes there's too many dynamics and rpers that leave like a revolving door sadly so multiship is the only viable option I can see. Bless yall that single ship you are amazing as well I could never do it.

what is your favourite ship in your current fandom?: 

Jessie and James. I've loved it since childhood despite my first fictional crush being James. Just gosh they're so cute.

finally, how does one ship with you?: 

Usually just ask early and we'll work something out in messages to see if it'd work, or we rp for a bit and pop in messages if you've got a ship dynamic. My messages are a friendly place folks.

tagged by: stole it from @piercethepiers

tagging: 

Steal it gremlins

[missyriver]

The Gift (fanfic)

Merry Holiday's Friends:

This is my official first Kdrama fanfic (be kind). I got to play Santa for @eunsjisoo by @kdramanetwork. I'm a huge fan of Fight For My Way and this OTP. Here is a little holiday fluff to enjoy. Follow me her or for more kdrama love @kdramama​

Also tagging some of my favorite Kdrama addicts.  @mel-loves-kdramas @kdramaxoxo @kdramaomo @sirlairla @tea-and-autumn​ @so-jjang​ @florence-bubbles​ 

"I need you," the voice desperate on the line.

"I know what you want and I can't help you," she said slightly distracted. 

"You can't or you won't!?" He demanded.

"Three days before Christmas it's the same thing. This is your problem, you need to figure it out."

"You are the only one that can help me. She is your friend."

"You've known her longer than I have and she is you wife." 

"It our first Christmas together as a couple. Last year I gave her a CD and a bag of chocolate. She threw the CD at me and ate the chocolates. How was I supposed to remember I gave her the same CD for her birthday." He whined.

"That is exactly why I am not helping you. She'll know if I helped and then we will both pay for it. She been extra moody lately and I am not going to get on her bad side."

"Seol-Hee," he drew out her name his voice high.

“Dong-man,” his long time friend mocks in a sing song voice.

“Give me a hint? Has she said she wanted anything? I new rice cooker? A toaster? Coffee Maker?”

“Are you kidding? Do you want Ae-ra to kill you? You said everything you definitely should not give. I’m surprised you didn’t add treadmill,” she sighed over the phone.

“Did she say she wanted a treadmill?” He asked hopeful. He was starting to make good money training at the gym. 

“No!” Seol-hee yells into the phone. “Give her something from the heart and she will like it.”

“That is not helping,” he groans.

“Well it's the best I can offer because I will not, can not help you.”

She hung up the phone and his last chance of easy shopping was lost. Dong-man cursed under his breath and looked around. He has known Ae-ra for most of his life and he has never been able to give her a gift she really wanted. He had no idea how he has been able to convince her to marry him. 

As soon as she agree he rushed them along to get married scared she change her mind. They moved into a her bigger apartment and Seol-hee took over his. He retired from fighting as promised and started coaching. People were coming from all over the country to work with him. Ae-ra announcing career was off to a promising start. The talent he’d always know she had been recognized by others. He always made sure to make video recordings of everyone of her broadcast. 

Dong-man knew he needed to get her something special but no matter how many years he knew his best friend Ae-ra he was still getting use to his wife Ae-ra. They still argued, still teased each other but now fights ended with kisses and teasing leads to the bedroom. 

The store he chose had everything from home goods to cosmetics and not one thing screamed his wife. Frustrated he shoved his hand in his sweatshirt and hunches his shoulders to stomp out of the store. A flash of light stops him. He looks down into the glass counter his heart beats faster. 

For the first time in twenty years he had found the perfect gift and she would not out do him.

Dong-man was the first one to wake up Christmas morning. He looked down at his sleeping wife. Most days she’d be the first one up demanding the first shower in the last few weeks she started sleeping in. Fighting a stomach bug the drained her and messed with her appetite. He made her promise to go to the doctor after the holidays are over if she did not get better. 

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before crawling out of bed. The dark circles under her eyes worried him and he wanted her to sleep as much as she could. They had plans to meet up with their friends later and a visit to her father this weekend. All in all, it was the perfect way to spend their first holiday together. 

An hour later Ae-ra dragged herself out of bed. Her hair stuck up in different angles. She rubbed a hand over her stomach and grumbled. She sat down at their small table and shoved the plate of eggs and rice away. 

“Just toast, I can’t even look at eggs today,” she mumbled. 

She took small sips of water and small nibbles of toast. 

Dong-man reached out and pressed his hand to her forehead. His body relaxed when she didn’t appear to have a fever. 

“Did you make an appointment for the doctor?” He asked concerned. 

“Already went early this week. I should be fine in a few weeks.”  

He dropped his spoon. “Weeks, he said weeks. Is this a real doctor? Did he give you anything to help you keep food down? Or tell you what’s wrong?”

She shoved toast in her mouth, eyes wide and nodded.

“I’m fine, I promise. What time are Seol-hee and Joo-man coming over?” 

Dong-man scowled at his wife's attempt to change the subject. He was not ready to let go of the idea that she could be sick and there is nothing he can do to help her. His biggest fear is losing her and watching her get sick day after day was driving him crazy.

“After noon I believe. They were going to make a few deliveries around town first. I think they just wanted to give us some private time.”

Dong-man stood from his chair and reached out his hand to her. She took his hand and stepped into his warm embrace. His chin resting on her head. 

“In case I don’t tell you enough, I love you. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side and I will spend my life loving you.” 

She snuggled closer tightened her arms around his waist and sniffled. 

“Why you have to go and make me cry first thing this morning?” 

“Hey, don’t cry Ae-Ra. Come here,” he coaxed her toward the couch. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She snuggled into him rubbing her nose on his shirt. 

Dong-man smiled, he dragged and hand over her hair. Laying the curls down and calming her emotions. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the small box and placed it on her lap.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a kiss on her forehead. 

“It better not be another, EXO CD.” She said with a chuckle.

“You like EXO and this is too small to be a CD.” 

“If this is an MP3 player with EXO I will also kick your ass.”

“Again I know you like EXO so stop pretending and just open it.” Dong-man grumbled.

Impatient she tore the brightly colored paper. A small velvet box sat in her hands. She slowly lifted the lid and gasped. 

Inside was a rose gold microphone pendant encrusted with tiny diamonds on a rose gold chain. The microphone was delicate. Ae-Ra started to cry again. 

“Those are good tears right?! I did good? I can go get the new EXO album you’ve been dancing too.” She shakes her head and flingers her arms around him.

“It’s good, it’s very good. I love it.”

“I am so proud of you and just wanted everyone to know.” 

“You are at every one of my announcements and I believe you cheered louder for me then anyone there for the actual fight. No matter how many times you deny it I know you created the Ae-ra fan club on Instagram."

He rolls his eyes and shrugs,  "I will always be your biggest fan."

She kisses him soundly on his lips then each cheek. Before crawling off his lap. He reached up for her trying to pull her back down for more kisses. She dodged his outstretched arms and grabbed a small box out from under their tiny tree. 

"There is no way your going to top my gift this year. You may have reigned supreme for years but I have this one in the bag," he bragged.

She handed him box a smug smile on her face. 

"We will see about that, just open the box."

Dong-man open to box. Under the lid was a black and white blurry picture he couldn't make out. He pulled back the tissue paper. Inside is two little red shoes. A folded white shirt tucked under  the shoes with big bold letters saying "hi daddy." 

He dropped the box and jumped to his feet. His eyes wide, mouth open words trapped in his chest. Tears welled in his eyes and fell to his knees in front of her. He pressed kisses to her stomach while wrapping his arms around her. 

"Seriously!? Really your preg.." he choked on the word. His throat closing up with overwhelming emotions.

"I'm eight weeks and the doctor said the baby and I are fine." She lifted the box up and pulled of the picture he ignored. "Here is the first picture of our baby. No bigger than a blueberry."

"A blueberry," he said in awe. "You win, I can never beat this gift."

"Technically you gave it to me first." She said with a slight smile.

Ae-ra drops down to wrap her arms around him. They are laughing, crying though their sloppy kisses. Dong-man lifts her up into his arms walked back into their room and gently places her on the bed.

"Can we still…?"

"We can definitely still do that." 

Dong-man kick the door shut and spent the rest of the day celebrating the world's best gift and the woman that made it possible.

"You don't think he gave her another CD and she killed him?" Joo-man asked. 

They had been standing at their friends door for almost 20 minutes knocking with no answer. The phone calls sent straight to voicemail. Seol-hee had avoided the newlyweds home unless invited scared she walk in at the wrong time.

"I doubt it, at least I hope so. I am terrible at lying and haven't updated my alibi list since they got married."

"Want to go get something to eat and watch a movie?" Joo-man offered. 

"I pick the movie." She said with a toss of her hair walking down stairs toward the main street.

"Yes, of course, whatever you want."

Joo-man dropped the gifts at the door knocked once more before chasing after her. The small box burning a hole in his pocket. 

[masked-disciple]

1, 4, 5, 6, 11, 15, 21, 22, 23 for the writers ask?

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Currently, I’m working on a fic titled A Monstrous Manifesto, which is a fic entirely inspired by Cat Valente’s poem of the same name. Every line is a chapter, every noun is a part of that chapter, and every single beast named corresponds to a Spectre, allowing me to dig directly into their heads and demonstrate their full psychology. 

Progress stopped unfortunately back in July on part four - a fiend, which I picked Deadly Beetle Stand for, because I just couldn’t get into his head. Kiril played soundboard for it and I’ve been humming and hawing over him trying to figure it out, but let’s be real it’s gonna come to me in a dream.

Because see here, most folks who’ve read my works, if told to point to my best, it’ll either be a) my breakthrough with Armour Adventures (which tbh if I redid I’d do better on), b) In Kismet Marcescence (which I need to sit down and plot out properly before I continue), or c) rather unexpectedly to me, Green Grows The Asphodel. Guess everyone likes that soft MiAlba where Alba gets his bastardization arc, but also I let him speedrun it in Broken Shine The Stars and people seem to like that one too, so.

The thing is with AMM is that this would be my greatest work. Like AA, it’s gen, but here’s the one advantage I’ve realized I actually have over pretty much everyone else in this fandom: I am myself a monster, fictionkind and all. I’m a Devil and a feral little beast, which means when you offer me Spectres - warriors of the dark and death who are all based around animal motifs - I take one look and go “oh! You’re like me!” and proceed to write them as actual monsters while having some unspoken and long-winded conversation about what it means to be human, what it means to be shunned, and what it means to belong among the broken.

It means that I write Spectres wildly different than anyone who isn’t Kiril (who is on the same wavelength as me and we argue back and forth about the inner details of everyone’s monstrosity), which means when I do it, nobody’s seen this shit before and apparently people seem to think it’s cool. So AMM is the very epitome of that style, of that psychological and philosophical discussion. I don’t really have a background of research in either of those things, so any similarities to works or theories already out there is entirely coincidence. Cat Valente’s poem was the first stepping stone I ever took to accepting myself for who - and what - I am. I owe as much of my identity and confidence to her as I do Zamorakian philosophy, which built my personality and is a major part of how I survived the middle school era of my life. The least I can do in return is offer the best of me out into the world.

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

“Somewhere deep below conscious thought, below his training and the life and this Lemurian body, buried under lifetimes of war, buried under the idea that a Spectre was a fighter, his blood remembered how to love the memory of the fallen.” - Beneath Blood Ties

BBT is one of my most unappreciated fics, which makes sense as it’s set almost two thousand years prior to Classic, starring a fourteen-year-old Lemurian Minos and the Saint who raised him, Aries Kirien, whose name is probably still spelled Kiriel at least once in the fic because no beta we die like Gold Saints.

The original inspiration comes from Seanan McGuire’s Once Broken Faith, and the line in question is Toby reading the Luidaeg’s blood memories after the latter told a young Karen that she couldn’t speak Faerie even in her dreams - she speaks it in her blood memories, and Toby notes that her blood remembers.

It stuck with me, though I’ve read OBF approximately a million times. It, along with A Killing Frost and An Artificial Night, are my three top Toby books. And it responded to me as someone who’s fictionkind: I couldn’t speak the language I spoke as a Devil in my dreams, or in the waking world, but I know some part of me remembers it. Would know how. The Chaorruption filters all of that into English because it thinks it’s helping, but if I were a magical creature right now, in this world, I’m pretty sure my blood would remember.

So I wrote about Minos, and the sorrow he carried. The premise of BBT is that a Pope realized some Spectres come back, went around before they became Spectres, and kidnapped the lot of them to train as Saints, leaving them all traumatized as fuck, unsure of who they were or who they followed, and messed up for lifetimes. I also wanted to show more that Spectres were more than what the Holy Wars made of them, and about digging through that exotrauma to remember that they could be kind.

Spectres, originally, would make sense as really just Hades’ servants and the ones who keep the Meikai running. Pretty sure that means they know every single death rite that’s existed in the past three millennia. Pretty sure they know how to be respectful of the dead. Pretty damn sure that below all that soldiering and war, they’re all really exhausted librarians who want to do their job and also dig graves.

But I like this sentence here best, because that’s pretty much the climax of the plot here: that there is, in fact, something underneath all his exotrauma, all the current trauma he’s been dealing with. That below all of that bitterness and war, he’s a better person than what Athena made of him.

Idk, I just think it’s neat and no I’m not projecting being ‘kin on him again. /j

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Albafica, to nobody’s surprise. I mean, come on. A guy with a fuckton of traditionally-feminine beauty whose looks keep getting brought up, is very introverted, has seen some shit, just wants to kill people who hurt what he cares about while also not hurting the people he does care about, really wants you to keep your damn distance, is super touchstarved, and holding onto his humanity with his fingertips? Come on the only things he’s got that I don’t is an actual male reproductive system and naturally blue hair.

Once you realize that especially in TLC Athena’s actions are pretty damn horrific, especially to her Saints, Albafica has the perfect setup to become a Spectre. Seriously, if he’d been offered Luco’s deal but while holding a dying Lugonis, do you really think he wouldn’t have taken it? I explore that more in Broken Shine The Stars, but like. Albafica is the perfect fallen angel of a character. He has genuinely good intentions. He’s hurting so damn bad and only fucking once in his entire onscreen performance is that acknowledged (shoutout to Luco for that one), and if you take his sorrow and let him turn it into anger, he’s a glorious monster indeed. Albafica’s descend into monstrosity and Spectrehood is exactly what would happen if I got angry and also hadn’t been fucking nerfed physically.

I love him way too much.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Surprisingly, Aiacos. Alba’s hard as fuck to write. Aiacos, though. You’ve heard me go off about Aiacos at length, but like. He’s the very embodiment of the worst person you can become while still loving, still surviving. Aiacos is the type of person we’re all capable of becoming, and we all should be terrified of becoming, because every single choice he’s ever made is completely understandable and that much more horrific for it.

It’s somewhat unsurprisingly easy to get into his head. He’s fun to write because he scares me. Because if I let him do all the dumb, selfish, sadistic-looking, survival-focused things, then I don’t have to worry about doing it myself. I let him look out for only himself when the pieces are down, so I can do better.

Also I haven’t seen anyone else write him that way (Kiril being the obvious exception here), so it’s double the fun because new territory.

11. What do you envy in other writers?

Hey. Hey you fuckers who can plot shit. Give me the number of the demon you sold your soul to. Let me PLOT SHIT.

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Summaries! Titles are easy, I steal them from songs and Toby books. They’re just fancy wordplay and I have literally a list on my fic spreadsheet of titles I want to use. Summaries, though, are very important. People don’t pick fics based on title and tags, they pick based on summary. They’re your hook into the work, so you’ve got to give the audience your premise short and sweet and actually sounding appealing.

Sometimes I can write them no problemo. Other times, they’re a fucking nightmare. I try to imply the tone of the ending in my summary, because I have absolutely been blindsided by the ending in a way I really didn’t like because I thought the summary was hiding the ending. (Example - there was this one fic that made it sound like my OTP was going enemies to lovers, and it wasn’t, it wasn’t, it needed the fucking dead dove do not eat tag, stopped just short of serious nonsexual noncon (which wasn’t tagged at all), and ended very unhappily and it messed me up for days, I did not like it.)

So for my summaries I set the scene, set the tone, and imply the tone of the ending so you have a vague idea of where it’s going. Easier said than done.

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Anime, probably! Manga wouldn’t lend itself too well to my style, but I’d enjoy short anime episodes, I think. I honestly don’t know. Someone tell me what my stuff would work good as. I dunno.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

For fic, all the time! I write what I want to read, and since six out of seven of the Dohko/Kagaho works on AO3 were my fault, I’d better get used to reading my own writing for pleasure. Fortunately, I like most of my writing recently, so that’s pretty all right!

Don’t ask about what I had up on ff.net. Don’t. It’s old and bad and I didn’t know how to write.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Hmmm... I want to rephrase this better as ‘what fic exists only as a concept and has done so for the longest out of all the concepts of fics currently in my head’, and hmmmm. Honestly, it’s either Shion and Aiacos’ romance fic where they also get a daughter (which has a title actually, The Lost Sea Fantasia, but still hasn’t been written); or it’s Wyvern Rose and the Trials of Lightning, which is about 15th century Rhada’s two daughters, the elder of which is surprise-given his surplice and his job when he dies right before Hades does, and the younger of which is kidnapped by a spiteful goddess who doesn’t like the elder of the two.

ToL is a fic that I have somewhat plotted out, but really needs a lot of work. I’m not really sure how to go about writing it, because whenever I sit down to sketch it out, it never comes to me. It does, however, lend itself well as a bedtime / campfire story that Albafica tells Regulus while they’re out on a mission together, as part of Alba sneakily teaching Regu how to be a Spectre without anyone knowing. It’ll stay a concept for a long while until Rose crashes into my headspace and actually fucking tells me more about herself other than “oh yeah btw I’m fucking Julia” like thanks, already knew that from Julia herself, tell me more about you you awful little Judge of a dragon princess.

[ask game here!]

[takingcourage]

Flat

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 1,750

Summary: A blown tire leaves Arden stranded on the side of the road. Will she allow Jaime to help, or will her stubbornness get the better of her? 

Note: My sincere apologies for failing to update Additions last week. School was all consuming and the time I meant to spend editing part 5 went to grading instead. Life should settle down soon, but in the meantime, here’s a quick little story that started as a drabble and got out of hand.

Thanks, @krishu213 for requesting #2 from the 45 OTP Prompt list! : ) The prompt itself is in bold.  

Kicking the driver’s door shut behind her, Arden sidestepped to the back of her car. She swung the trunk open with one hand, using the other to raise her cell phone to her ear. The tinny speaker rang twice before Jaime picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe,” she started casually. With her free hand, she rummaged through a mess of papers and her spare umbrella, tossing them to one side of the spacious trunk. “I’m just calling to let you know that I’ll be a few minutes late tonight. Nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”

There was a pause before his response. “Are you on the highway?”

Arden winced at the realization that he could hear the speeding traffic from the other end of the phone. “Uh…” 

She couldn’t lie. 

They didn’t lie to each other. Especially not after that disastrous second interview with Carmichael a year ago. Resigned, she sped over the response to his question. “Yeah, changing the tire real quick.”

“Arden…” He wasn’t upset, per se, but the resignation in his tone still stung.  

“I know how to do it,” she protested, wedging the phone between her cheek and shoulder. As she listened to his tentative breath across the line, she tossed an empty suitcase to the side of the road. “Jaime, even if you hadn’t taught me how to do this, there are Wiki-hows and tutorials all over Youtube. I’ve got this covered.”

With a grimace, she recalled the fact that she’d barely been able to get the lug nuts off when they’d practiced in their driveway.

“I taught you in case of emergencies. This isn’t an emergency.”

Arden soldiered on petulantly, ignoring the sheen of sweat that was breaking over her forehead. With a quiet grunt, she yanked up the floor of the trunk to expose the donut and jack. 

“Babe, get back in the car,” his tone was gentle, but commanding. “Turn up the AC and hang out for a few minutes. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

As much as she wanted to argue, just the sight of the pitiful replacement tire was enough to stir up a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. With only a moment’s consideration, she dropped the flap back down and returned to the driver’s seat. “Okay.”

“Thank you. And thanks for calling me. I know you didn’t want to.”

“You’re welcome,” she mumbled. With an extended sigh, she started the car and watched the traffic through her rearview mirror. There were still a lot of sunlight hours left, but she couldn’t wait for the day to be over. 

A key interview had fallen through this afternoon at the last minute. She and Ellen had been this close to completing their one-year retrospective on the state of Oak Hills, and today’s interview was supposed to be the finishing touch for the entire project. If they didn’t find someone else to fill the gap, the final third of the article would no longer fit the way they’d intended.

Arden leaned into the vent, trying to keep her burning eyes from breaking into tears. Such disappointments were inevitable in her line of work, but the stakes felt especially high with this story. She knew those farmers personally. She and Jaime had helped in the efforts to clean up the damage that the oil pipeline left behind. Better than anyone, she knew the work that still needed to be done in the months and years to come. Letting their story go forgotten was intolerable. 

Jaime’s engine revved on the other side of the line. 

Leaning back into her seat, she reached for her briefcase. “I should probably let you focus on driving,” she offered as she slipped the laptop from its sleeve.

He was quiet for several moments. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Biting her tongue to draw out the sting of disappointment, she pressed her face into the flow of air a second time. “It’s just been a long day,” she told him finally. “I’m ready for it to be over so I can come home.” 

“Okay. I’m coming as fast as I can.” 

“Thanks. I’ll see you soon.” 

“See you. Wait, Arden?” It sounded like an afterthought. “Please stay in the car. I want you safe.” 

She smiled despite herself, giggling softly at his unnecessary worry. “It’s the back passenger tire. I could get out and fix it without ever being on the side of traffic.”

“No...”

It was impossible not to challenge him when she heard the unease in his tone. “I’m serious! I could head out there and start loosening things up for you.”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I’ll bet I could have the lug nuts off by the time you get here.” 

She could just hear his chuckle over the line as he realized she was joking. “I’m sure you’d threaten them into submission. All hundred and five pounds of you...” he added under his breath. “Just hang tight. I’ll be there in less than fifteen minutes.” 

“See you soon,” she agreed, feeling more at ease than she had in hours. 

True to his word, he arrived some thirteen minutes later. In the meantime, she’d started outlining potential changes to the article’s organization. It hadn’t been much, but the work she’d done was enough to persuade her that there was still hope of finishing the story well, with or without the interview. 

Arden closed the computer as his familiar truck slowed and came to a stop on the shoulder behind. Both exiting carefully, they met one another on the stretch of pavement between vehicles. 

She flashed a shy smile, unable to keep her eyes from drifting over the sorry scene she’d caused. From the wilted tire to the contents of her trunk that were strewn along the shoulder, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Jaime’s gaze remained trained on her. 

“You look like you need a hug.” He was inches away, the mingled scent of his deodorant and aftershave heady in the summer heat.  

“It’s hot and sticky,” she protested weakly. Even as she did so, she dropped both hands to her sides and fell into his broad chest.

He pulled her close, enveloping her every sense. “We’ll be home showering soon.”

Arden’s lips tickled with the sigh she exhaled against the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “Good. I’m so done with today.” No matter how wonderful he felt, the evening sun was quickly making their hug unbearable. She stepped back and straightened the hem of her blouse. 

Jaime hiked a hand through his hair before turning his attention to her flat. “Wanna tell me about it while I get this tire straightened out?”

“Not yet.” She circled the car with him, propping a hip against the passenger side door. “I’m still trying to figure out how to solve it at the moment. But I’ll fill you in once I do.”

“Deal.”

She watched as he returned to the open trunk, noticing the skeptical look he’d cast over the belongings she’d tossed to the side of the road. 

Although he said nothing, she hoped he didn’t notice the way the tags on her suitcase fluttered under the pressure of speeding traffic. Or the tear in the plastic wrapping of her value-pack of toilet paper. Or the fact that her twelve-pack of ginger ale was being exposed to extreme temperatures while sitting out on the asphalt. 

“I know, I know. My car’s a mess.” 

He met her eyes with a lopsided grin. “You’ve just gotta stop using your trunk as a catch-all for things you don’t feel like carrying into the house.”

“But it’s such a good place for storage!”

Jaime rolled his eyes and lifted out the donut for inspection. “There are shelves in our pantry for all of that stuff.” 

Pursing her lips, she reluctantly acknowledged that he was right. “I’ll empty it when we get home.” 

Shaking his head, he knelt to begin removing the busted tire. Arden held out a hand to take the lug nuts, one by one. 

“I’m glad you called me. These were stuck on pretty tight.” 

“I would have gotten them eventually.” 

His arm paused as he squinted up at her. “I know. But you don’t have to wait for eventually. I can have you out of here as soon as possible.” 

A flare of jealousy turned her appreciation into anger. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it, but the implication reminded her of the afternoon’s previous failure. Faced with the memory of something she couldn’t do on her own, it was difficult to swallow the pride he took in his own abilities. 

“I’m not helpless,” she mumbled, not intending the words for anyone but herself. 

Jaime dropped the tire iron with a clatter and stood to his feet. He kept his dirty hands far away from her clothes, but brushed a knuckle along the back of her wrist. “Arden, look at me.” 

She obeyed, cheeks throbbing red from the heat of her frustration. Her husband was as calm and collected as ever, his own muscles relaxed even as she tightened her grip on the small metal circles in her palm. 

“Babe, you are absolutely the furthest thing from helpless. I hope that never changes. But it doesn’t mean you can’t let others help you from time to time.”

“I just hate being needy.” She glanced back toward the battered tire between them. 

“Two things.” He made sure that he had her eyes again before continuing on. “You aren’t needy, and I really enjoy helping you. I have for a long time.”

The corners of her mouth curved up, leaving brighter thoughts behind. “You really are Mr. Fix-it, aren’t you?”

His face quirked with a dubious slant before settling into a smile. “For you? Happily.” 

Arden swept up the tire iron and handed it back to him with an affectionate grin, her lungs inflating with a new sense of purpose. “Then let’s finish up here and go home.” 

“Wanna go for a swim when we get back?”

Feeling the burdens of the afternoon lift from her shoulders, she threw her head back with a laugh. “Yes, please.”

“But Arden?” He wrenched the final nut loose and handed it to her with a flourish. 

“Hmm?”

“We’re emptying that trunk first.” 

She giggled as she caught his sidelong glance. Suddenly, the rest of the day didn’t seem so bad after all. 

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

hey all, I do commissions!

here’s a post where I advertise my writing skills so perhaps interested parties will want to commission me to write a story that they would like to see in the world! :)

The concept: I write your own custom fan fiction! Do you have an idea for a story you want to see in the world, but don’t want to write it yourself? Do you love your OTP and want something cute (or perhaps a little smutty) with them, but don’t really know what to write? Maybe have an imagined scenario between canon characters and want to know how it would play out? Don’t worry. I got you.

Prices: Prices: A 500 word drabble is 15 USD. With every extra 500 words, the price increases by 5 USD. So 1,000 is 20 USD, 1,500 is 25 USD, and 2000 is 30 USD. I am capping this off at 5,000 words. If you want something really grand, like this one maybe I would ballpark at at least 100 USD, probably more, because it would be a considerable time investment. Once we talk and we discuss, I will confirm your slot and send you a paypal invoice, and I will ask about things necessary for the scene. Once the payment is done I will start writing. If I cannot complete your commission I will give you a full refund.

How it works: Since starting these, people have either given me a step by step breakdown of what they would like to see, or just the scenario and let me go from there. Either way if I am working with an original character (like an Inquisitor or Warden) I’ll need to know a bit about their personality and how they interact with the others in the scene. Pinboards, tumblr tags for the character(s), anything you feel would help me get a better grasp of your OC’s personality are things I encourage sharing! Also, as a general rule of thumb, drabbles are more focused on emotions and feeling, while longer scenes have more beats and an apparent plot line. If you suggest something a little complicated at the price of a drabble, I may suggest a longer scene to fit it into what you would like. I always manage to land in the realm of the word count paid, and I usually go over somewhat, so think of the word count as an assurance. If I go significantly over the prince paid because the muse really was into the scene, I do not charge extra. When I have completed the commission, I will let you read it and I can make changes if need be. I can also provide updates/snippets if need be!

Fandoms and things I like: Game of Thrones/ ASOIAF, Dragon Age, Mass Effect (1-3, maybe Andromeda, depending.) Detroit: Become Human, Red Dead Redemption 2, Skyrim, Fallout (Only four at this time.) Also, I like a variety of different things, you may inquire about other fandoms. If I’m not familiar with it I still may be able to deliver, especially if the piece is character focused. Anything too ingrained in plot, probably not.

Want something wholly original? Can do that as well!

What I can write, and what I won’t: I’m comfortable with romance, fluff, angst, smut, or any combination of the above. I’m also good with slice of life moments, platonic relationships, reflective moments, etc. When it comes to smut however there are some kinks I would like to avoid. (For example I’m okay with light BDSM, heavy BDSM, probably not.) If you’re unsure feel free to shoot me a message. Also, if I deem the concept offensive, I will not write it. I may also decline if I feel like I can’t execute the idea properly. Here is are my previous commissions to get an idea.

Slots: I run things via a queue, on a first come first serve basis. If I have a long list I’ll close commissions and then reopen.

Have any questions, or would like to commission me, please send me a direct message.

ALSO: I have a ko-fi if you would like to support me through that or just like my long fics I write, which is greatly appreciated and nets little “thank you” pieces <3

[greencrusader13]

OC OTP Song List

I got tagged for this by @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond​ ! Thank you, and sorry it’s taken so long to crank out!

To be perfectly honest, I have a much more comprehensive list of OTP songs for my original story - Rogue: The Razimarr Quartz Story - than I do for All Were Innocent Once. As such my descriptions/reasoning for those pairings will likely be much shorter than those I’ll provide for my other couples. In fact, I still don’t really have a song for Eonur and Lana, but hopefully that will come with time.

Anyways, on to the pairings and their accompanying songs!

EDIT: Now with links to the songs! :D

Tagging: @terrelian-inquisitor @dingoat @kunoichi-ume @cinlat @melissagt @chubbyooo @made-of-starr-dust

Raz/Mynai (adolescence)

“Closer” cover by Boyce Avenue feat. Sarah Hyland

This song has always just kinda struck me as a Raz/Mynai song for a variety of reasons. It kinda works better as a song where Raz is reflecting on their relationship as an adult, the opening lines matching his behavior a bit more as an adult than as a teenager (”Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you/ I drink too much and that’s an issue but I’m okay”). The repetition of “we ain’t ever getting older” reflects their mindset while dating as teens; it’s a quasi-blissful living-in-the-moment and enjoying what they have despite knowing at the back of their minds that one day it’ll all fall apart.

Raz/Mynai (adulthood)

“Swimming in a Lovely Sea of You” by Michael Whalen

This is sort of an odd one to have on here due to the fact that it has no lyrics. It’s melancholic, but kinda peaceful too. It’s a song where I clearly picture Raz waking up in the middle of the night beside Mynai while in the cartel and feeling torn between the life he has now - filled with excess and hedonistic pleasures - versus the life he had with her as a teenager. He feels considerable guilt for carrying on with other women despite being reunited with her, but is simultaneously afraid of losing her again and unwilling to let himself be vulnerable around her either. This is a song for those quiet moments where Raz’s conscience starts coming through again after he’s pushed it down so much in the cartel, putting fractures that wall he’s put up until it finally comes crashing down not too long later.

Raz/Rysha 

“Work Song” by Hozier

The quintessential Raz/Rysha song. The lyrics have so much to do with being loved despite all of the bad they singer has done in his life, which is almost exactly how Raz’s story has gone up to meeting Rysha: “My babe would never fret none/About what my hands and my body done/If the Lord don’t forgive me/I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me.” Just the total sincerity in the song and how much peace the man’s lover brings him strongly resembles their relationship. She is someone in whom he has placed all his trust, all his love, and for the first time ever he feels totally safe with that. 

Terasas/Valika

“Our Song” by Ron Pope

Nothing super in-depth about this one; I just find it a cute little song that matches them. The opening few lyrics mention the singer and his love dancing together slow on the riverbank, and since Terasas and Valika live right next to a river (and since Terasas is the kind of romantic that would do this) I can see him pulling her close to hum a song for her while they dance. There’s also the fact that the singer gets along well with his love’s parents, which is true of Terasas with his in-laws. That being said Terasas doesn’t exactly ask her father for her hand because Terasas’ proposal is more brought on suddenly by Valika’s surprise pregnancy with their daughter.

Terasas/Mynai

“At the Beginning” by Richard Marx feat. Donna Lewis

I had trouble picking a song for these two, but I ultimately settled on this one. Both Terasas and Mynai go through so much before finally finding each other. Mynai was Terasas’ first real crush back when she was dating Raz, and for a long time he had to conceal his feelings for her as to not betray his friend. Since they meet as teenagers, and go through so much before finally winding up together, this song reflects that journey they both underwent before finally ending up happy together.

Cirak/Dekon

“Under a Dome” by Of Monsters and Men

Honestly I can’t say too much about this one due to spoilers for All Were Innocent Once, but definite parts of the song work for their relationship. Particularly I imagine in the second verse them watching fireworks together on the beach by their home on Ord Mantell: “Under a dome/Where I met you first/Fuck the way we were/Wait/Watch the colors burst.” There’s a scene in my head actually - if I were directing a show or something - where I would place this song, and it’s not actually AWIO (maybe class story...or later?) >.>

Tyar/Jaesa

“Heathens” by Twenty-One Pilots

Okay, to be perfectly honest, this freaking couple was the hardest one to find a song for. Tyar is batshit crazy. DS!Jaesa is batshit crazy. They are a batshit crazy couple whose favorite activities swing between crazily butchering their enemies on the battlefield and engaging in rough carnal passion back home. They are not stable. That being said, I think “Heathens” works moderately well. The lyrics that stick out to me in particular are “You’re lovin’ on the psychopath sitting next to you/You’re lovin’ on the murderer sitting next to you/ You’ll think “how’d I get here sitting next to you?” which works for the fact that they’ve both fallen so far from their respective days as Jedi.

[pxperhearts]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:   I would def suggest just looking at each of their bios on the rules tab cause they each have a ship bias list now and there’s absolutely too many for me to mention sadlksjadlka though perhaps my biggest otp is kaitlyn/varric. and lately starmora is rising up there cause starmora (and I finally get to rp it so you know)

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:   uhhh pretty much anything, even unhealthy dynamics so long as we talk about it. some of my muses have to have unhealthy dynamics cause of their personalities. I basically draw the line at non-con type stuff

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: as long as no minor are involved, I’m comfortable with age gaps. Typically I draw the line around the youngest age being 24/25 and then once both muses are past that, I don’t really care. past that point, it’s more about their dynamics to each other, power relation, etc.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:   mmmmmmmm only to the point that I prefer to do it with friends because it’s an easier dynamic to discuss ooc. generally it won’t work out if we don’t talk very often, you know? cause my anxiety will convince me you don’t really like me asldkasjkda 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: When clothes start coming off, basically. But hey, that’s what the nsfw sideblog is for!

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: I get very shippy with @fondlyembraced, @handpickedriot, @voiceofmany, @multifandommuseroulette and @atonings/your other blogs. it’s just... it’s a lot of fun! i love romantic ship dynamics.... 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:   Yeah, although I don’t mind testing the waters with asks and such, though you might wanna tell me cause I never want to assume someone is going for a ship without hearing it from them

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:   I...I like to ship a lot.... I try not to but................. I generally won’t bring it up until I’m 100% certain or if I know the mun really well and we’re both just Like That

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yes, though a few muses are private/single ship

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: somewhere between ? I try not to make it the only thing I’m about but I can’t deny I really enjoy it, and what am I here for if not to enjoy myself

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:   ehhh that’s a lot of fandoms.... lara and gamora have been the most active lately. I don’t have a canon ship for lara so much but I do like the idea of her and Jacob. and gamora, ofc, starmora

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:   Ask! at the very least, I’ll be open to discussing dynamics

tagged by: no one, I stole it

tagging: Anyone who wants to <3

[pearlheir-archived]

SHIPPING MEME

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

Jacqueline x happiness. I don’t really have any otps for Jackie since she’s an oc. There are characters I think would have an interesting dynamic with her, and maybe a few things I could ship, but I’ll keep that to myself. sdljsldjg

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

I guess it depends on what this question is asking. If you’re talking about themes and subjects? There’s not much I won’t write. I don’t agree with censorship. So long as what you’re writing is done tastefully and respectfully and not romanticising whatever it is, I don’t think it’s anyone’s right to tell you not to write something. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Personally, I don’t really have a huge problem with age gaps, so long as they’re both consenting adults. I mean, there’s some huge age gaps throughout my family so I've always just kind of grown around it-- so yeah, ages don’t really bother me as long as everyone is consenting adults. 

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Not really! I find relationships, and especially romantic relationships, incredibly fascinating because no two relationships are going to be alike. So, having the chance to explore different dynamics between different characters is something I really enjoy and I’m not ashamed to say it LOL.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

When the clothes start coming off and the hands start wandering is where I pretty much draw the line and bring out the read mores. Nowadays though, I tend to take that stuff to Discord just for my own personal comfort. 

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Jacqueline x happiness. Jacqueline x chemistry. There are a few characters I follow that I think would make for an interesting ship to explore, but I don’t want to list them and make people uncomfortable/obligated to write it, you know? So yeah, the first two I listed are really it.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yes and no? If I reblog a very obviously shippy meme, I expect that anything I get sent in is obviously meant to be responded to in that manner, so in that way, no asking is necessary--in fact, sending a shippy meme in lets me know there’s a line of communication open for discussing a possibles ship between our muses. But like, if you just randomly start tagging me in ship starters and posts? Yeah, I’d need to discuss it beforehand. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

I LOVE SHIPPING OKAY AND I WON’T APOLOGISE FOR IT. This doesn’t mean I’m going to shove ships down people’s throats or expect to be shipped with. I’m not about forceshipping. It just means that I LOVE exploring relationships. Some of my best threads have come out of exploring the dynamics between two characters and the thing that I love about roleplay is that you can ship with two of the same character and end up with vastly different relationships. 

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I don’t really like the way this is worded. I like shipping. I like writing ships, but I’m not going to force it down anyone’s throats. Nor am I going to forceship Jacqueline on anyone. I also won’t jump into interactions just thinking about shipping. Shipping is fun and all, but it’s not the be all, end all. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

Yes! Multiship and non-exclusive. Idk, I just find that if the opportunity comes up to ship with two of the same character, it’s fun to explore and see how different they turn out from each other. Because like I said, no two relationships are going to be alike. 

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Ben/Evie, Jane/Carlos, Ben/Jane, just to name a few. These are all entirely the fault of my friends though LMAO.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Honestly just jump in my askbox or IMs and be all “hey bitch, we’re shipping now” LKAJDLGSJDG. No, but seriously, just start a conversation with me and tell me you’re interested and we can plot and see where it goes!

Tagged by:   no one, but i stole it from @martyrcrowned Tagging:   steal it !

[sunday-romance]

Sunday Romance - Week 10

Welcome again Everybody!

Here we go again, after the wonders you created last week!

As before, you may use the prompt in any shape or form, as an inspiration, use the line, don’t use the line, whatever you like.

There are two versions and I’d like to ask everyone to tag properly so those who don’t want to see NSFW content can block the tag:

clean tag: #sundaylove

NSFW tag: #sundayheat (trigger warnings are highly appreciated)

Everyone is most welcome, this is a safe place for all of you.

And now to the point, this weeks prompt is:

“Rose Tinted Glasses”

Are those rose tinted glasses still on for your OTP? Did they already fall off? Tell us all about it!

Word limit: 100-1500 (please, put it behind read more over 500 words)

You have until noon, 2nd November (UK time)

If you don’t see me interacting with your post, it means Tumblr didn’t notify me, feel free to DM me.

Works submitted at a later time are going to be posted at the end of every month in a master post.

Have fun and keep the romance going xx

Tag list under the cut

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Please, let me know if you’d like to be added/removed.

[sazandorable]

Hey, can I ask for some TMA, Let's say, Martin and/or Elias and/or Gertrude?

why would you even leave me the option to choose, ever

Cut for spoilers! *grin at the usual suspect…….i can’t even put an ‘s’ here because the other one is already spoiled to hell and back and is definitely going to read this anyway, bad girl :/*

Martin

favorite thing about them: i agree with all the good things that have been said about martin blackwood in this tag recently, but my own favorite part, i think, is his choices. He seems to be a scared, oblivious, naive doormat but as the seasons go you realize how self-aware he is and how deliberate he is about insisting to keep things going, to be brave, to stay by Jon’s side, to take risks, to confront things or to not confront, to trust, to hope… So, it’s probably his willpower, probably?… the gay part is my second favorite thing.

least favorite thing about them: ……….. i probably wouldn’t like him in real life if he were my coworker and i hate that;;;;;;;

favorite line: oh there are soooooo many, and I’m in love with the entirety of MAG22, 39, 117 and 118, but it’s probably (“Why are you here, martin?”) “Well, well, Prentiss is out there and you can’t run so—”. THE FACT THAT THIS IS HIS INSTANT REPLY. I already adored this boy but this is where I knew he really was a cinnamon roll, too pure for this world.… that one “I’m sorry” and continuation from MAG40 is very high up that list too though, as you know. And all the “Please.”s :))))

brOTP: spider george MELANIE&BASIRA (I WISH) AND TIM (I WISH)… dark canon give us the times he went over to tim’s house and was Forbidden to mention jon and they just had a good time

OTP: /jon, /happiness, /only good things happening to him from now on

nOTP: any woman, he strictly gay in my heart

random headcanon: he’s a shockingly skilled liar. he might panic and be unable to keep it up when confronted about it, he gets stressed when he thinks too much about it, but he’s very good at weaving detailed but simple, believable lies and keeping them up long-term and never getting mixed up in them, never getting details wrong… and it’s an ingrained reflex that comes to him naturally by now. He’ll lie about random things about his childhood to make it sound like the typical childhood of a happy kid, and go to ridiculous lengths to keep it up, even though no one would care enough to check. He has three made-up friends from college that he sometimes “goes out for drinks with”, and he does go, so he can say “oh they’re late” if he runs into someone there. He once recounted a warm childhood story about his mother teaching him how to make a Polish meal, and when he went home he learned the recipe.

unpopular opinion: my reading of 118 is that he knew that, he expected that, hurt like fuck but he was fully prepared and a part of him still completely in control and calculating and estimating time the entire time. Like, he needed a minute to get back up, but yeah, that went as planned. He’s taken by surprise by the mention of Jon because that seemed way too insignificant and obvious to him to be an option.

song i associate with them: i obviously have a LOT of martin->jon but hey let’s have some Just Martin: Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons and Big Houses by Squalloscope (i see him as actually Polish, Catholic-raised)

favorite picture of them: ALL MARTINS I’VE EVER SEEN ARE FANTASTIC but that top-center one by @marimo-art

Elias

favorite thing about them: yeah it’s definitely the voice huh

least favorite thing about them: he… has fucked up. i mean it’s hilarious, but also takes some of the terror away. well it’s also terrifying to know sometimes he does things even he agrees he’d better not have done;;;;;

favorite line: shockingly, MAG92′s “[PLEASURED EXHALATION]”. though “Yes, I’m calling to report a crime in progress.” is still hysterical too and there have obviously been some also amazing lines from him since then.

brOTP: …………..peter? sortof.

OTP: ->jon, but like, for a given definition of the term

nOTP: i’m tempted to say melanie and yet. i’d be interested. but kldfjkdslfjsdf i’m still mostly “LEAVE HER ALONE” in canon.

random headcanon: uhhhhhh. right, i’ll say this one here i guess: he has a glass eye which makes everyone wonder at first (like Shadow about Wednesday in American Gods) which is glass and which is the real one. This accidentally makes his “I only have two eyes, after all” an even worse “haha third eye” joke.

unpopular opinion: EVEN IF HE’S NOT 65+ HE DOESN’T LOOK THAT YOUNG!!! MAKE HIM OBVIOUSLY MIDDLE-AGED OR MORE AND DISTURBINGLY ENTICING

song i associate with them: they’re both just elias->jon and. 1) i promised i looked for something else but… i really have to say take me to church. 2) to make up for that have The Royal We by the Silversun Pickups (tho that’s mostly jon pov)

favorite picture of them: this one by @centaurianthropology, still not QUITE my headcanon elias but the closest i’ve seen yet, and also, super rad

Gertrude

favorite thing about them: RUTHLESS, she’s such an unexpected and SO refreshing female character.

least favorite thing about them: uhhhh that she’s dead i suppose

favorite line: “[…] I feel almost… bad, but there’s ten years yet before I can afford a conscience.” not the question but i also really love the line “and Gertrude’s eyes turned cold.” and its delivery.

brOTP: leitner and adelard dekker sound like it? also the statement-giver from Crusader, i didn’t care much about the content but that episode was such a delight to listen to, I love old people…

OTP: Mary Keay

nOTP: idk. nah. nop. bring on all the terrible gertrude ships

random headcanon: jude perry was kinda mad she didn’t get to kill her herself and burned down a few buildings to celebrate/make up for it.

unpopular opinion: the pretending to be gerry’s mother was 100% a joke on mary (and gertrude/mary) and completely unrelated to Gerard himself, she didn’t feel much for him. … knowing this fandom that’s not even unpopular.

song i associate with them: uhhhhh i had to look for this one but oOOOHHH yes: Bones by MS MR. also Mr. Zebra by Tori Amos is her (+ mary) driving elias insane (and for bonus fitting points i originally knew it from a best-of album titled “Tales Of A Librarian”)

favorite picture of them: hey i don’t have any :( more gertrude fanart! give me short fat squat curly little granny in floral pastel pink dresses.

[solomonara]

A03 Filter Meme

I was tagged by @gavotteandgigue. Thanks for the tag!

1. What’s your first and second most common work ratings?

Teen and up: 17 Mature: 7

And the mature ones are usually for, you know, blood and violence rather than smut so don’t get too excited :P

2. What’s your most common archive warning? Least common? Do you consider yourself an adventurous writer?

Most common: No Archive Warnings Apply (21)

Least common: Major Character Death (1) (Don’t look at me like that, that character was already dead, more or less...)

This isn’t counting the warnings I’ve never used at all, which is exactly half of them! You can probably guess which based on my most common work ratings lol

3. How many fics have you written in each relationship category? Is this more accidental, or do you have preferences?

M/M: 19 (two of these are translations and one is a podfic so I guess the number is really 16) Gen: 9 F/M: 2

F/F: 2

Look. I’ve got a lot of opinions about the prevalence of m/m fic over f/f fic in the world (they mostly go along the lines of: if all the best-developed characters from the largest and oldest fandoms are male, of COURSE this is going to happen). This is shifting lately, which is fun and exciting as new shows/movies/books/etc develop their bases with more diverse characters but... wait. That wasn’t the question. Hang on.

I guess my answer is, there can be no accidents as you cannot divorce yourself from the society in which you live, and the things mentioned above are clear predictors of the relationship categories that will be produced if you’re writing in certain fandoms, whether or not you are aware or engaging subsconsciously. So. Um. Yes and no?

I dunno, up until looking at these stats I would have said I prefer writing gen. Oops?

4. What are your top 4 fandoms by numbers? Are you still active in any of them, and do you tend to migrate a lot?

Top 4 fandoms: DCU, Batman, Superman, and then Supernatural and DCMK are tied

Technically, the ones in DCU, Batman, and Superman are all kind of the same since comics are a mess. And yes, I’m still active there! I’ve been writing in various DC universes for longer than any of my previous fandoms (or at least, the ones from my time on AO3. We won’t talk about the before-days)

Supernatural I’m definitely not active in anymore.

DCMK, I do a lot of beta-reading for one specific author, but I probably won’t be writing any more there myself (though who knows!)

I tend to pick a fandom and live there for a while until a new one grabs my fancy, but I don’t really write for several at the same time.

5. What are your top 4 relationship tags? Does this match how you feel about the characters, or are you puzzled?

Top 4 relationship tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester (5) Kudou Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito (5) Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent (4)

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd (4)

Ah ha ha destiel is still at the top despite the fact that I haven’t written anything for Supernatural since 2015 XD Oh gosh. I think it’s probably because I don’t really do OTPs. I multiship, especially when it comes to DC universes so I guess I don’t have the concentrated numbers to overtake my old fav.

But hey, I would only have to write two more superbats or two more jaydicks to send them to the top of the list! Hmm...

6. What are your top 2 most used additional tags, and your bottom 2? What would happen if you combined all 4 of these into a fic?

Top two: Humor, kidnapping

Bottom two: Post-Conan Kudo Shinichi, Drugs

*sigh* I think I’ve actually written that one already. What can I say, I have a brand.

7. How many WIPs do you have currently running on AO3? Any you don’t plan on finishing?

Just the one! And, confession, it’s already finished, I just haven’t posted all of it yet. I never start posting a fic unless it’s already done for a variety of reasons. A lot of the time, I need to go back and fix things when I get to the end and realize that the fic has changed significantly from what I wanted it to be, or something like that.

If you’ve ever sent me a comment complimenting my pacing, this is why it turns out well: I work on one fic as a whole piece rather than as a chapter at a time so I can do a lot of polishing to the finished work. The drawback, of course, is that no one gets to see it for months while I’m working on it, which can make it hard to keep going sometimes.

I also do this because my writing schedule is really erratic, though. Sometimes I write steadily every evening for weeks at a time, sometimes life happens and I don’t touch a keyboard for a month. I couldn’t take the pressure of people waiting for more! Plus I have definitely gotten 3/4 of the way through a fic before deciding I wasn’t interested in writing it anymore and just abandoned it. The guilt I’d feel doing that if the fic had readers would probably completely incapacitate me from writing any more for weeks.

Usually when I’ve gotten to the point where I’m posting a fic on AO3, I’m already working on the next one :)

Okay! That’s it! Now I tag other people, yes? Okay, @paperempires, @pentapoda, and @salmonellagogo if you’d like to take a whack at it!

[burmecianblackmage]

Shipping Info Meme

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

I wouldn’t say I have an OTP as such, seeing how Sceada is a creation of my own mind, and largely shaped by his interactions. There has been a number of pairings I have been very, very fond of (because, let’s face it, if I’m not fond of a pairing, I won’t ship it, so all are fond to me), but I can’t name an OTP from them. In order to be able to give an answer here though, I’ll name the one that has persisted for the longest now, and that would be MariaxSceada. They have such a lovely and also healthy dynamic between them, it is always a pleasure to write them, even when things don’t go so well.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Off the top of my head, I cannot think of something I would not be willing to write in regards to shipping, so yeah. I’m here just as much for the build up, the pining and longing, the getting together and the happy life as a couple, as I am here for the angst, the hardships, the tragedies and, sometimes, even the break ups.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Well... neither of the parties should be minors in my eyes, but beyond that, it’s really hard to nail down an age gap. For instance, Sceada has both dated woman that were a few years younger, as well as some that have been at least a few years older. So long as their dynamic and chemistry fit, it’s gonna be fine in my eyes. And besides: If we were to say that it can only be so and so many years, how are we going to deal with the ships where Sceada is with someone at least decades older, like Fran? Or centuries, like it is the case with Rosalia, who’s virtually immortal? Nah, I don’t believe in setting down a line at so and so many years.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

To an extent, yeah. There needs to be some chemistry, and a ship has to make some sense for me.I mean, sure, you can always find ways to make a ship work, even if it makes little sense at first sight and appears contradictory, but let’s be real here: There are just some things that don’t work, and that’s fine. I mean, you wouldn’t ship mortal enemies together, right? --- --- what? You would? Oh for crying out loud guys...

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

I vary that depending on who I’m writing with. Usually we can always find a middle ground both are comfortable with, where then things just flow naturally, so to speak. And depending on the partner, that can indeed go quite far... That said, I am also always happy to accommodate those who prefer a lighter route, and would rather have us fade to black. Either way, if explicit stuff is written, it’s always tagged and more often than not under a read more.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Okay, so... lets go through them all, shall we? First, we have Leonora, a ship that sadly grew apart but I still hold very dear. I was lovely, and it offered Sceada so much to learn, and gave him a lot of opportunity to grow, which was sorely needed in those early years. If I’m completely honest, I’m still a bit sad that it ended, especially the way it did... Maria then, as I’ve already mentioned, is a ship that just seems to click so well, with both being able to offer the other something they needed. And it has given us so many memorable and great scenes, too! Like when Sceada found her after a nightmare and comforted her, claiming that no matter what she’d confess to him, he would not love her any less? Ahhh, so many feelings that come from this ship. I’m really glad it developed into such a long-standing one. Selphie is another ship, and probably the one that developed in the most amusing way, namely through a lot of “Hey, what if” and “Wouldn’t it be interesting if” as well as an impressive amount of “I have a bad idea” moments between the mun. And it has had such a great payoff and developed into the probably most progressed ship? They are married now, after all, and have a wonderful baby boy! Truly, I’d never have imagined that when things started all that time back... - nor by how they started, hehehe. The next ship to mention would be Aria, which is a bit of a special ship, to put it that way. It didn’t get much time and room to grow, and was sadly often pushed on the down low due to Aria’s mun being rather busy and sometimes absent for extended periods of time, but... it has really grown on me, you know? It’s a great ship, one that has a lot of potential, and an interesting dynamic, where Sceada is much more in the role of a protector than in any other ship. Not that Aria can’t defend herself, no, that’s not what I mean. But this is a ship where he can offer so so much to her, and be there for her, showing understanding and care and genuine love, and... - uhm, well, you can tell that I am quite fond of it, so... let’s not delve further into this now... After all, there’s many other ships left to talk about still, starting with Fran. This ship is intriguing in that it started originally as a sort of silent admiration and fascination, and has grown to be at the same time one of the most eloquent and one of the most carnal of ships - a weird combination, I know, but it worked here very well. And I am glad that this is a ship that could be further developed in Discord, where it has reached some interesting points indeed... Next up is Rosalia, who I’ve already mentioned in regards to age differences - but what do you expect when a goddess and a mortal fall for each other? I really enjoy the dynamic between them, that started out as mentor and student, and from there steadily grew. And, well, I’ll admit it... I have a soft spot for ships that are MortalxImmortal, or close to that. Anyone who’s ever asked me about my favorite book series and then asked me why I love Spice and Wolf so much can tel you that... Now, we have Emerya, who may not necessarily be a ship outright, but might very well develop into one I feel - I can at least see some potential for it. And should the mun choose to explore it further, I’ll be curious to see where it’ll lead. I can just see them finding a lot of common ground easily, both being outsiders to an extent, and that time they performed with their magic together was an absolute delight. Plus, a free spirit like Emerya is a nice challenge to a somewhat shyer version of Sceada... Then, let’s also not forget Leila, who although it never grew into a ship really, still left quite the impact on Sceada, and across all verses - and that on a ship, no less :D But yeah, that was interesting as well, and deserves mention. Furthermore, there’s another muse played by the same mun on Discord that has a very intriguing relationship with Sceada, so there’s that too. Lastly, let’s also mention both Adara and Anna, who are written by the same mun, and where interactions have been mainly based on certain types of asks. Though, I have to admit, I could well see thing working out especially with Anna, and I’m always open for more interaction between the two of them.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Well, to me it is equal parts communication between the muns and chemistry between the muses. I’ll say this though, I don’t necessarily need prior communication though if things start to develop between our muses, and am always down for seeing how that’ll evolve, but after a certain point, I think communication is an absolute must for this, yeah.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

Whenever there’s the chemistry and the desire for it. I’m not one to turn down potential ships, really. Though that does not mind that shipping is the most important thing for me regarding Sceada. No, certainly not. It is a nice thing though, and I enjoy doing it.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Probably somewhere in the middle? I dunno.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

If the list further up wasn’t enough indication, allow me to state so here as well: Yes, I am multiship - with the main verse also being what I call “polyship”, meaning that there’s multiple ships in the main verse that actively affect each another, and can cause a number of problems like jealousy or the like.

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Puh... let’s see... what FF IX ships am I fond of... Well, there’s GarnetxZidane for sure, and I guess SteinerxBeatrix too in IX. A few years ago I might have said FreyaxAmarant, but I’m no longer as big a fan of that pairing. Hmm... In other FFs, we have BartzxFaris I’m fond of (or BartzxKrile, but the way the former is played here on tumblr won me over), then I’d say AerithxZack and SelphiexIrvine, and TidusxYuna, though those three are all the kind of where I say, nice that they exist, but not a must for me. Same goes for PeneloxVaan and FranxBalthier. Oh, here’s an amusing one: RamzaxAgrias! And how about RitzxMarche and LusoxAdelle from the Tactics Advance games? If we’re talking cross-game ships, then the first that comes to mind would be MilleudaxLeon, followed by Warrior of LightxLenne. There’s probably more still that I’m forgetting right now, but I’ll spare you those^^’’

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Find chemistry between our muses and play with me - that’s always a good start. And then, let’s talk ;)

Tagged by: @runexxknight​ here: [x]

Tagging: For my personal enjoyment, I’ll just tag everyone I am or have been shipping with~ @containyourmainposure​ @artemisxbow​ @sunny-explosions​ @nymphaxea​ @feralstriike​ @rebirthxguardian​ @atieflingwarlock​ (possibly? We’ll see) @dancing-dagger​ @deriision