#but then i have to go back and tag all the Clef posts...

[honeyconez]

thinking about how I got into tf2 is so hilarious because it was one big string of events I might’ve talked about it before but I forgot

big post warning- I didn’t mean to write this much

it all started about 2-3 years ago… I was watching Minecraft brainrot when a matpat video about Minecraft(maybe it was another thing idk I assume it’s Minecraft) was in my recommended to me. This, friends, was the turning point in my life that possibly saved my childhood. I watched matpats videos until falling upon one about undertale. It fascinated me, who was this sans the skeleton and his brother papyrus? I slowly became obsessed with undertale… my very first fandom. I watched so many undertale comic dubs that it was probably unhealthy. This eventually led to deltarune. Dear god I was the worst spamton simp. But slowly, ever so slowly, the hyperfixtation started to fade away as I discovered Pinterest. Voila. Scp. I see funny plague doctor man and I think he’s interesting. I watch scp memes but the hyperfixtation fades quickly. One fateful day, chikn nuggit appears on YouTube sharts. I fell in love with it immediately. Truly wonderful. But alas, after watching all the episodes 3 times over, with no new content, it too faded away and became a distant memory… I go back to Pinterest, and rediscover scp. Now instead of being more into the scps themselves, I become a doctor fan… Dr iceberg was my favorite, until I discovered alto clef. I am not kidding when I say I have read almost every single page on the scp wikidot with clef tagged on it. Up until now my hyperfixtations had been lasting for up to 2 months at most(except for undertale I think that one was 6 months) but there was so much content on the wikidot that it fueled my hyperfixtation. That’s when, one fateful day on Pinterest, I discover these wonderful Microsoft paint drawings. I fall in love with them immediately. But I cannot find the original artist because the asshole posting them didn’t link them. But my friend who was also in the scp fandom at the time discovered a silly animation with the same art style, I looked at the channel and discovered their tumblr. I found all their doodles and they were so wonderful and amazing. During this period, I had felt like my hyperfixtation was slowly disappearing, but these doodles saved it. Until… one fateful day… they posted hlvrai au art. At first I paid no mind. “Ah. These are funny.” Is what I thought. Then I ended up really liking how the characters were designed, so I decide to watch hlvrai. At first, I am doodling the funny parts as characters from scp. Then I realize I really like hlvrai. I go to tumblr and I start looking at the tag. Yes. These are wonderful characters. This marks the end of the second scp phase. One fateful day, as I am scrolling the hlvrai tag, I come across a link. To AO3. I have never heard of ao3 before. It is a fanfiction about Benrey and Gordon falling in love. I read it. I love it. I look for more. I discover the fanfiction “human resource violation.” Truly wonderful and completely irrelevant to what im saying. I discovered ao3 from hlvrai. Soon later, I discover what being trans is. I realized that I may be trans. Wonderful. What else will I discover from hlvrai? Valve. Half-life. Portal specifically. I love these games. They are so fun. I play portal, and I go onto Pinterest to find art. And that’s when I see this silly little creature with a gas mask. Its name, Pyro. I immediately fall in love with this little creature. But I still love hlvrai. But the hlvrai hyperfixtation is old, and I am fascinated by this “pyro” and the other 8 “mercenaries” so I draw pyro. I put the drawing in my phone case. Wonderful! I am now in love with tf2. But that isn’t it. At first, I just scrolled Pinterest, but I didn’t really like it that much. So I decide to go back to tumblr.

That’s when I discover from a post that there are videos made by valve about the mercenaries. I watch all of them and expiration date and end of the line. I fall in love with these sfms. And also scout. I love scout a lot. I kin him, and start drawing him. That’s when I discover speeding bullet. Amazing name, and I love them. I read a few fics about them on ao3 and this is also when I discover that ao3 tf2 was not the same as ao3 hlvrai. When I’m scrolling on tumblr, I see a post about a series called team neighborhood. Still one of my favorite series. I watch it. And now there’s more tf2 related videos on my yt fyp. Amazing! I watch all of them. One day, im on tumblr again when I discover something interesting. Painis cupcake and freak fortress. I think this is fucking hilarious and I find out there’s a whole page of all the freaks on fandom. I have watched nearly all the videos. This is when I start noticing soldier more and how awesome he is. I have literally never been hyperfixtated on a character like soldier before. The earlier ones were all twinks. I think soldiers really funny, so I look for more content.

I get interested in boots n bombs. I love boots n bombs. I don’t want to ship red soldier with anyone because I still really like red solly and Zhanna, so I decide to make ocs for helmet party since at the time I wasn’t sure about multi shipping, and helmet party seemed interesting. Now, the birth of my literally favorite ocs ever, honeysuckler and honeysuckle. I get hyperfixtated on them and now they have a whole plot line made up in my head and I decide to make more OCs. There is an entire au now. Then, as I would like to call it, the dark ages. I still liked tf2, but I just didn’t really feel hyperfixtated on anything. That’s when I rediscover freak fortress. Yippie! All is well and a few months go by. I realize this is my longest hyperfixtation yet (7-8 months now) and now I’ve kind of settled down with tf2. I think one of the main reasons I’ve been hyperfixtated on tf2 for so long is because of all the content. Freak fortress is a whole other thing with a shit ton of series, and then there’s sfms and series like team neighborhood. But this literally could have taken a completely different turn if I didn’t watch that one matpat video. Also the person with the silly mspaint doodles liked overwatch, so I could’ve become hyperfixtated on overwatch instead and could’ve despised tf2.

Wow that was a lot myb

[plural-swag-competition]

(in response to those mean tags)

No offense to any fans of Dr alto Clef, whom I know nothing about, but in the comics the Gamma System (aka The Hulk and pals) are not only canonical representation of DID, but pretty good rep, especially in the Al Ewing series (tw for body horror tho) and have something theme wise I really like such as a persecutor turning into a protector over time (Joe Fix-It), care-takers (professor Hulk) and even littles/regression (the King in Black Christmas issue where Hulk gets to play with a rocket ship is so important to me, lmk if you want me to link a post with the panels). Plus! It's canon that Bruce has had alters since childhood (triggered by abuse), the Gamma radiation just gave them all physical forms, and the trauma of the radiation is I think what made Joe Fixit split.

Anyways, my point is Hulk is actually a really good rep of DID, a very long standing one (you can see references to it even in the 80s!), And means a lot to a lot of people.

Just, Hulk really deserves to be here and I want everyone to get to understand why.

Best, Conner and Red

(Honestly the first set of Not Great tags they left a while back is what had us so willing to block. This was more final straw than anything.)

The Gamma System is such a fun name for them! Wish we had heard that sooner!

Also dang where's our gamma radiation to give us all physical forms? /j We have so many headmates that are very Size™ and there's only so much to be done about it.

Jokes aside (please don't go searching out radiation), if you @ us in the post or send a link here, we'd love to see it!

[marmolita]

Tagged for a bunch of tag games by @tulakhord !

(1) shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks

I don't use Spotify so instead I went for the "most played" list in the app I used and I'm skipping the ones that are only repeat played by my kids and not me. This list is kind of heavily influenced by me listening to the theme songs for a couple fics I wrote on repeat 🥲

New World - L'arc~en~Ciel

First Time - Lifehouse

Paris - The Chainsmokers

When I'm Up - Great Big Sea

TEXAS - Haloo Helsinki! ft JVG

Hide and Seek - Kodaline

Between the Raindrops - Lifehouse ft Natasha Bedingfield

Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse

Walk On The Moon - Great Big Sea

dears - Gackt

(2) a questionnaire!

Tea, coffee, or soda? Water, tbh, but of these options tea.

Dogs or cats? Dogs 100%

Can you play any instrument? Violin and piano decently well (haven't practiced violin in a long time but I was concertmaster of my college orchestra; piano I quit in 11th grade but I'm decent at it). I can play the recorder a bit, and given a little while to refresh my memory of alto clef I could get by on a viola.

What's your sun sign? Virgo, though I never pay attention to it

First song lyrics that pops into your head? Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car / with the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop [they were playing this at the gym yesterday lol]

Do you have any tattoos? Nope!

Favorite place you've travelled? Gosh this is a hard one! I'm gonna have to go with the UK I think, which feels like a cop out because I have been to many countries and places so picking one that speaks my language and has a similar culture seems silly, but I have been there twice and enjoyed it thoroughly both times.

What's the last movie you've watched? Uhhhhh I don't remember?

What languages do you speak? Fluently, only English. At one point I knew enough Japanese to reasonably get me and my husband around Japan for two weeks, but I have since forgotten most of it. I've been doing Spanish on Duolingo for two years but I would classify myself as a beginner still since I never actually try to talk to anyone.

Do you have any hobbies? Yes? I mean, depends what you consider a hobby, but: writing fanfic, reading, playing piano, jigsaw puzzles, going to parks, going to museums, shopping, and lately I've picked knitting back up and dabbled in embroidery.

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? 🤔 Trying to balance here between people I'm obsessed with and people it would actually be fun to hang out with. I think I'm gonna go with Sarah from Sarah and Duck.

Compliment yourself: I'm doing a pretty decent job raising my kids I think!

(3) ao3 first lines tagline

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

From newest to oldest...

"And how's my frock coming along?"

"Ah, yes, Tim, come in."

The Magnus Institute's library gets a decent amount of use by academics.

"They want us to do a Valentine's Day special. What do you think we should do? Chocolate?"

It's all a panicked blur: pushing Sasha to run for help, trying to escape to Jon's office only to find it full of worms attacking him, jumping out of the way and landing painfully in a pile of fire extinguishers.

He wakes in the middle of the night breathing hard, covered in sweat, but not from fear.

The door creaked open with its usual unpleasant squeak, drawing Jon's attention irritably away from the files he was paging through.

"You have two hours to get me an answer on what that thing is," Elizabeth says.

They lose the game, which maybe makes it even worse.

"Suomalainen on velho ja ruotsalainen on viikinki."

Tagging though ofc with no pressure to do this: @notthequiettype @ivorydice @footnotesandendings @shoujocowboy @helens-squid and/or anyone else who wants to do it!

[mushroomjeremy]

Moldy Writing Masterpost

I didn't know a better way to start off showing my writing so I’ll make this masterpost that will update with new writings or delete projects I don't want to finish.

For anyone who doesn't want to see these post the blockable tag is ‘Moldy Writing’

This is the format I will explain the works in

This also included other smaller writings:

Working Title | Shortened Title | Status | Length | Type | Fandom | Description

Any with ‘Working Title’ means it doesn't have a title yet or it will be changed to something else in the future.

Single means I’ll write one chapter but I’m keeping open minded to writing another story that follows the previous writing. One-Shot means I have no intention to continue the story from that point.

Fanfictions :

Two Greens in Hunters' Clothing | Two Greens | Chap 3 In Development | Multi-Chapter with no known end point | Found Family with Timeline/Reality Jumping | SCP | For currently unknown reasons D.C. Al Fine adopts a young Agent Ukulele. With a background of the Ichabod campaign going on as well.

Kingson: Seven Hectic Days | Hectic Days | Chap 9 WIP | 15 Chapters | Angst Couple Fic | SCP | Through a phenomenon excessive to Dr. King called the Narrative causes him to turn into the Scarlet King; Dr. Clef, who has barely survived his own past with a Scarlet King, while having a paranoid breakdown that is ignored by all, notices things he perceives as warning sighs in Everett goes to warn and protect Dr. Edison, King's husband, from ending up as he did decades ago trying to teach Edison the lessons he had to learn the hard way before they meet the same crossroads.

Anomalies on the Run | Anomalies |  Chap 2 WIP | Multi-Chapter, Unknown Amount but has end point | On the Run Ship Fic | SCP | “Clight” slow burn fic where Clef and my SCP 963 Jair Shimmer both breach containment after 70 year and are on the run to reach an anomalous safe zone to live in.

Mini Bite - Part A: Spicy Nuggets | Spicy Nuggets | Done | NSFW One-Shot | SCP/Humanized County-balls | After Goc gets raided by CI, he shamefully goes to Foundation to get information and help. After the Foundation notices how stress the Goc is currently he add an extra unplanned section to help.

Mini Bite - Part B: Whiskey Coffee Cakes | Whiskey Coffee Cakes | Done | One-Shot | Fluff Fic | SCP/Humanized County-balls | Same as Spicy Nuggets above but the plan is drinking coffee cocktails and a lot of kissing.

Mini Bites - Vodka Shots | Vodka Shots | NSFW One-Shot | SCP | Next propaganda fic about humanized SCP x GOC. This one they are have a drinking contest.

Seamounts & Scarlet Kings | Seamounts | Chap 2 WIP | Many many Chapters | Cross-over mash of 6-7 plots | SCP/Dungeon & Dragons/PlanarScape | A crossover where SCP-verse getting sucked though a portal into PlanarScape and wider worlds of DnD. This one deals with various group and GoI that deal with the Scarlet King all with there own plot the sometimes connect back into one another there are currently. : Main Scarlet King where he is trying to get back his “wives” by starting a war with the whole sphere of DnD, Daevites plot where the remaining Swords of Daeva have to come together to establish a settlement in planarscape to help with the Scarlet Kings war efforts, Children of the Scarlet King plot where they are racing with the Foundations to get who can find the most leviathans over the other, a side b to the Cotsk’s plot is Robert Montauk helping his brother Jacob/ SCP-3554-A find the other kids/instances, and then a side c where Montauk is trying to cause Clef to go into madness, there a CMA plot where they are this evangelical raiding band to get recourse for the daevite settlement, and finally the last plot I’ve called Bitch Plot where its about Lily waking up if people some how really wants her to show up. There’s more plots now I need to do back and fix this later.

Anomalous Omegaverse Hell - Clef Edition | Omega Hell | WIP | Single | NSFW A/B/O | SCP | Just some pure cursed content with A Major System and Alpha/Beta/Omega. Don’t mind me.

Working Title: Smoke | * | Pause | Single | NSFW | SCP | Pwp with A Major and my SCP 963 rewrite Jair Shimmer. They smoke a fictional drug.

Mini Bites - Cherry Chocolate | Cherry Chocolate | Pause | WIP | NSFW One-Shot | SCP | A SCP 173 x Clef fic that taken place in an AU where every anomaly is “mostly” human. This is so AUed that I would even say that it is Freeform in nature.

Mini Bites - Whiskey Truffles | Whiskey Truffles | Pause | WIP | SFW One-Shot | SCP | One-Shot about my version of the Administrator with one of my Dr. Wondertainments. Self-indulgent as this is my rare-pair.

Mini Bites - Irish Cream Waffle Cones | Waffle Cones | SFW One-Shot, Seven Minutes in Heaven Closet Fic | SCP | Agent Ukulele and Agent Shard get locked and forgotten about in an empty utility closest. Ukulele is shit at words and feelings. Takes place in my Split AU.

Mini Bites - Spicy Noodles | Spicy Noodles | Pause | WIP | NSFW A/B/O One-Shot | SCP | It’s Clefdraki and that's all I’m giving.

Dark Moon Dance | Dance | Pause | WIP | Single | AU Self Indulgent Fix - It | Dungeon & Dragons/Forgotten Realms |  A story of ex-lovers coming together at a dance festival hosted by Eilistraee. So much to explain yet few sentences between the two.

 SCP -  Α Β Ω  Omega Virus | Omega Virus | WIP |  Multi-Chapter, Unknown Amount | Horror A/B/O | SCP | A slightly fix-it Robert Montauk returns to the Foundation adamant that he has been mind controlled. When a mysterious virus shows up and shows sighs of being an STD as it appear sexually transmutable, however not entirely just that. Montauk get spared from death if he uses his obsessive and moral-less personality traits to help research it. Also just an excuse for me to writing about my full Greek alphabet Omegaverse.

 Fusions | None | WIP | Multi-Chapter, 0/3 Done | IDK | SCP | Short stories that will go with some fusion designs of the SCP doctors.

Family of Bluee | * | Pause | Single | Family Reunion | SCP | Mr. Redd goes to talk to his family.

Mother of Blue, Son of Green, Family of Red | Mother of Blue | Pause | Multi-Chapter, Unknown Amount but has end point | Self-indulgent Family Reunion | SCP | I just wanted to write about Lady Agora and Clef interacting. That was all. There’s no other plot but that.

DND Flavor Text:

Elemental Plane of Smoke - WIP - Currently filling in Biomes (need basic ideas for how each one would look like being near current other elemental planes)

Colothys - WIP - Currently filling in Inhabitants (a few NPCs I have)

Vanishing Tower - Currently Filling in Biomes (Indoor Floors of the Tower, currently Floor 2 out of 10)

Ellaniath-Svartalfheim - Currently Filling in Events

Hidden Shadow/AU-ed Vhaeraun - Currently Filling in Relations with Races (with Drow specifically)

Black Dragons- Currently Filling in Personality (on average)

Dragoth Mistbasalt III - Personal NPC - Filling out History

Other:

Pinata Court - An AU of Viva Pinata where I’m writing my own version of journal entries - Currently working on Mothdrop (Residential Requirements)

Pokemon Eatillity - Large Doc of me going on and on about if a Pokemon can be eaten and how or if it has anything to help get more food. - There a few different one I haven't finish and I could always add another Pokemon

I have a lot of things dealing with an SCP/DnD crossover with giving SCP Stat blocks, long flavor text, as well as mechanics to add to DnD games. I can work on any of these.

[loopyties]

Hello everyone! My name is Loopy! I go by any pronouns, but usually stick to they/she :)

Facts about me -*_

I play multiple instruments! They include drums, guitar, bass guitar, baritone, and trombone! I also know how to read bass clef sheet music :)

I love writing, so I made this account to share my blurbs/hcs/ideas with you all! I hope you like them :)

I know this account is cutesy, but i mainly listen to metal/old rock, and i look VERY metalhead-ish

I love creepypasta! Like- so much.

I write gn!reader unless requested otherwise, but i prefer to keep things they/them because a lot of writers only post with she/her pronouns

Thats it! My request/ask rules are below :)

Rules -*_

Fandoms list : Criminal Minds, Creepypasta, MCU, Stardew Valley, FNAF, The Umbrella Academy, and so on! If i get an ask for anything I’m not sure about, I’ll reply to it explaining :)

I’ll write for pretty much anyone, but i wont write pedophilia, non-con, or anything of the sort. If you send an ask in and it breaks this rule, I’m deleting it.

I’m not the most comfortable writing NSFW. I mean, I’ll do it if it’s requested, but I tend to gravitate toward fluff and such.

If you want to be assigned a specific emoji/word for your anon, feel free to ask! I think this concept is adorable, and I’ll include the emoji/word in the tags :)

I’ll also answer other questions in asks! They don’t have to be requests, feel free to ask other things as well :)

Masterlists -*_

Empty for now! Come back later :)

My favorite song rn, btw, is this! It’s so adorable, and for someone that mainly listens to heavy music, its rare to find a softer song that I genuinely like :)

(plus the tt trend is so cute, too)

[dragbunart]

kaede started wearing shuichis hat after they started dating, and then a few months after that clef warmed up to shuichi, so now clef just sometimes sits on kaede's head under the hat because it has aspects of clefs favorite people, and one time clef hid under the hat when they went on a date and neither of them realized it until kaede felt her hair being nibbled on

Kaede has a terrible habit of stealing Shuichi's clothes?

Jacket? She steals and wearings instead of her jacket.

Hat? She doesn't want him hiding under it, only solution is to wear it herself.

Old emo band t-shirts? SHe wears them proudly around the dorms.

So now Kaede just kind of smells like Shuichi? So Clef gets used to his scent and has even fallen asleep on his lap without either of them realizing it.

They 100% do find Clef under SHu's old hat, but Shuichi will also find Clef randomly in coat pockets of his. He once accidentally took Clef to a crime scene (only for Clef to pick up the scent like a bloodhound and help Shuichi find the thief)

[psalloacappella]

Red (oneshot)

Title: Red  Pairing: SasuSaku legit i don’t write anything else  Word Count: 3400~ Rating: E, for like explicit, not for everyone. NSFW. Ya get it. Tags/What you’ll see: Sakura getting the office and oral she deserves 

Summary: An old dress, a new office — Uchiha Sasuke offers regards to both.

Ao3 | FFN |  ↓

(I have to preface when I post this that my top-tier amazing friend convinced me to do so and reminded me not to delete it this morning in the cold sober dawn lol. I consider this absolutely self-indulgent)

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“Ah, Sakura?”

Jade eyes alight and ringed with red, her subordinate regrets interrupting what seems to be a bout of sickness or sadness; she’s been busy lately. They all are.

Spine bent in bass clef camber, in exhaustion, she straightens at his words into a ramrod illustration of diligence. Over scrolls and haphazard paperwork, empty mugs sitting in their own fossilized dregs, she snatches up a fountain pen to preserve her dignity and reputation. At her age she’s been handed enormous tasks that she only imagined in her wildest dreams, and most of those, in the past, were of love and marriage and not the nightmares and duties which replaced them.

Extreme stress manifests in mysterious and chaotic ways; she intuitively knows this, especially today, as she basks in the quiet glances, the way their eyes follow her long, long legs leading into ankles in heels that feel like cages. Her choice of a dress underneath her white coat today feels like a wanton beacon, but her battle reputation precedes her, legendary and terrifying; no one will dare blithely approach legs like those or earn the ire of her dangerous hands, so delicate until they’re crushing mountains and throats.

Electricity, a buzzing in the marrow of her bones; she taps the pen on the desk in a stilted rhythm.

She regards the young medic with a hazy gaze for a moment, then waves a hand. “Sorry, I’m just—”

He steps over the threshold; Sakura raises her chin, lips taut.

“No no, I’m sorry,” he insists. Under her bright eyes he feels the beginnings of idiocy and bumbling; his boss makes him tongue-tied, stupid. Younger than him, in a league of her own as she stands at shoulders with new legends; lethal, inured to all the stories about herself.  

He notices the ochre on her lips like an invitation.

“I wouldn’t come too close today,” she says. Grants him a demure smile, the type that doesn’t quite fool her friends but still works with fools like him. “I’m not feeling the best. It could be contagious, and that wouldn’t be helpful to our operations right now.”

“Yes, of course.” Agreeing, nodding fervently with the obedience of a particularly compliant breed of dog. “If I may — you work so much. Too young to be feeling so tired.”

A laugh, it bubbles — starts from her chest as a giggle and drips from her lips as honey. Makes her quake, mottled red seeping through the skin of her chest as a sieve, collarbones sharp.

She looks feverish; she looks like a dream.

In turn she struggles to keep the waver out of her voice, knowing she’s lit up as fulgent as rouge festival lanterns and there's no way to kill the current.

I’ll never live this down — have to get him out of here

The cough she musters up is weak and if this was Ino, or gods forbid, her teacher, they’d call it pathetic. For a young man trapped in her sphere of admiring attraction, it does nothing but induce sympathy. But her legs are shaking, the situation is dire, and she’s loath to have another round of torrid rumor on the flapping lips of civilians and staff.

“Ah!”

At her cry, she lets her temple fall into her hand and her subordinate rushes forward. Gasping, she raises her other one, trembling.

“No, please. That sounded worse than it was. Just a headache coming on. In fact,” she rasps, “if you can let Shizune know I’ll be taking the next hour to recoup? A nap, maybe that’ll help.”

“I don’t know if I can leave you like this.” His tentative step earns her sharp gaze again, pursed lips that start his mind wandering in a way that makes him blush. Physically shaking his head to clear it, he nods slowly, finally, backing out of the doorway.

The hollow sound of Sakura’s kneecap hitting the underside of the desk rings in the space. Her gullible underling starts forward again, but the foreboding slap of her hand on the desk stops him cold. Acute, like it’s one to the face.

Sakura brings her knees together, swift, crushing his damn near regal bone structure and the handsome high bridge of his nose between the muscle of her thighs. A warning.

She glances down at him, he’s slicked with sweat — the glimpse of his glittering black eye and swirling purple one bring her too close to a wave she can’t indulge; she’s still this unwanted visitor’s boss until he closes the fucking door.

“Just me being clumsy! Do as I’ve asked and let her know, and,” here her breath hitches, hand leaving the desk, fingers burying themselves in dark messy hair, “th-thank you for worrying. I appreciate it.”

She’ll pay for the smile she gives this man, a sparkle of hope, like he’ll ever earn his boss’s favor in that way, as if he’ll measure up in any lifetime to the man that has her heart, the man on his knees under her desk.

“Sure. I mean,” horrified at his own too-familiar tone, “of course, right away, ma’am. Miss. I—”

“Oh go now. ” It stutters out in jete musical meter, resembling pain — or other things. “Please.”

She doesn’t have to tell him to close the door, though she’s surprised he didn’t find another excuse to stay with her. Oh, he has it bad. But there’s no time to think —

Sinking into her chair, her hands grip the armrests with an intensity that forces music from them, cracking underneath her fingers. And now all the words of the last few minutes tumble from her lips, an unintelligible medley of curses and pleas cradling the half-formed shell of his name.

Without warning, she yanks him back by the hair and almost comes right there:  His eyes scalding her, the mess on his stupid and incredibly fuckable face, a talented and dangerous mouth settling into a smirk as he thumbs an errant bit of her off his lip.

“That was close. Ah, so are you.”

He says it with such smugness and vanity. Quivering in her office chair under nothing but his stare, still in the grips of the unrelenting buzz and hum he’s enticed, and he absolutely notices.

“One of these days, we’ll be caught!” Tries to sound stern even as he rolls his neck and shoulders with a pithy nonchalance. “Stop that. So arrogant, preening like that—”

“Me? That’s rich.” He lazily trails a finger from her swollen, hot clit to her opening, lingering and lush to force all the heat and sounds he’s craving — her fingernails dig into her thigh while the pallor of her skin and dress seep and marry, reflections of one another. “Why did you wear this, Sakura?” Nudges the fabric with his nose, and she mumbles something hazy under his resumed touch; lost in orbit, in a void, in a place unearthly.

He starts the routine again, pressing his mouth to the inside of her thigh. Frowns at the irritating strip of fabric that constitutes clothing; it’s been twisted and pushed aside anyway. Her skin burning against his face, a lean cord of muscle taut underneath her pale skin. Vaguely threatening, but she’s yet to crush him to death and he’s on the second round of bringing her there and back again, and close calls such as those seem to stoke something smoldering. Some days, it feels like the only thing worth pulling himself out of bed for.

He fucks like he fights:  Relentless, consuming. But that essential difference for the former is he never gives an inch; here, he pours it all in, something like an endless apology. Maybe she knows and that’s why she wears the red dress he won’t admit he prefers and paints her lips and runs the entirety of this village hospital system with grace and her own brand of gentle ascendancy — why he’s desperate for just the ragged edge of danger.

One of her legs shudders, the frenzied tap-tap-tap of her heel stammering against the floor in a cadence fit for instruments. “Sasuke-kun.”

Between the presses of his lips leading a hot, agonizing march back to her core, an arrogant noise in his throat escapes, rich and amused. “So this — is your new office?”

“Mmm,” she confirms, still clinging to the chair. The only support she has; the room’s spinning and every cell is vibrating, pink eyebrows knitted as she fights to remain upright and solid and somewhat human because the door’s not locked and she knows he knows, knows he doesn’t care and frankly neither, really, does she. Melting like basalt in unending, stifling heat.

Calloused fingers walk up the soft skin of her calf, catching and searing, sundering the delicate layer where they brush to release the pent-up steam underneath.

He’s fire; she is earth.

Always, all of him ablaze —  possessive in its own discipline but a thing begging for taming. He builds the pyre here, as he has been for the last hour or so, to focus himself, patiently coaxing it into something chaotic but fruitful. Lately all he’s felt is the joyless, sober embodiment of a tool to be used though perhaps this is the same, a compulsion by any other name.

But it can’t be, not with her looking like this. Striding down her hallways with purpose while bending the horrors and ills of the world to her indomitable will. Certainly this dress is no accident, as it never is, not with him coming off a mission full of blood and necessary evil.

Dragging the thin, sorry excuse for fabric down the burning skin of her leg, Sasuke’s tongue finds her clit with terrifying precision and rips a moan from her throat, pulling a jerk of her hips against his mouth. The shockwave shared, vibrating as wires intertwined, a forcible current.

Leans back, takes her in:  Her trembling, knuckles white from the fatal grip on the arms of the chair, knees sinking inward toward one another. The sight of this rich red dress against the stark, starched white of her coat blending with the mottled pinks and crimsons painting her cheeks and chest. Unraveling before him, extraordinary, even while this space belongs to her.

This, sometimes, feels like undeserved forgiveness.

Because she is always, always in living color.

Adjusts his own knees, shifts, a catch of air in his throat as he accommodates the hard length of his own caged cock. They’re no stranger to claiming desks and other surfaces as their own, but she has strings on him and there's authority in here now, where she holds men at the door with a flicker of her gentle jade eyes borne of the grueling process which created her.

Sliding the useless fabric into his pocket, raises his chin to her. Stares as she bites her lip and struggles for composure, though it’s difficult under the gaze of a man like this.

He waits, and the only sounds are ragged breathing from both.

“Please,” she whispers. Quivering, even at the ask. “Before someone comes back.”

“You worry so much,” he says. “Relax.”

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“What did I tell you,” he hisses, “about apologies?”

She blinks, startled, and her lips part. A sparkle, a brilliance emerging in her eyes as she clenches and unclenches her fingers. Still, they shake a bit, the anticipation and remnants of the rise and current before still lingering, lying in wait. Predatory. A wetness floods to her lips and she swallows it down, leveling her eyes to his glittering, savage gaze.

With a deep inhale, she spreads herself before him, knees apart. Blushing invisible, lost in the red that’s already dappled every inch of her, she exhales the rest of her timidity with an edged, sharp expression and hopes she’s being clear—

Sakura just barely glimpses the fierce red in his gaze before he answers with his tongue, deft, ardent, and divine.

Breaking the chair arms beneath her delicate hands again, scrabbling to stay on the beautiful planet before it turns her loose. Sinking, again, the boundaries of atoms dissolving — they are nowhere but bliss.

Like before, the careful building of a fire, the agonizing escalation:  He drops a kiss here, employs a firm tongue there, skirting the easy option in favor of the tease as he peels her back, layer by layer. Running it the length of her slit, heart skipping a bit at the dangerous quake of her thigh muscle; how long it's taken to differentiate between pleasure and impending crush. Again, the sensation of crawling into the den of something prized and feral. He feels it, her writhing and the pace and canter of her breathing and she’s liquid gold, fucking melting —

Her hips jerk, hard, when his tongue swirls around her clit, the cry coming from her jagged as broken glass and trembling like music, all things that make his own situation difficult to manage but he will, because these sounds entrench him firmly in reality. Alive. Knees screaming on the hardwood floor, unyielding as his cock cradled only by fabric and not as he wishes, by her hands or her red, red lips like the kind she’s wearing now.

Instead he slows her down again, pendulum swings between teasing and a furious rhythm that coaxes the full spectrum of human sounds from her beautiful throat. Rewarded for it with a whiny gasp as if breaking the surface of water, mingling with his own as he catches his breath. The end of it careens into words, something rough, he’s not even quite sure what he’s saying but he imagines, neither does she.

This—fucking dress—!

Nice, isn’t it?

Gets you attention

But only from you, S-Sasuke-kun

And her hand lands on his head again, thin fingers yanking his hair and guiding him as he splays her open, lays her bare. His name never quite fully leaves her lips, dancing with fragments of alternating pleas and curses. Just for that, for something he’d never thought he’d ever hear in his life, he grimly knows he’d write a fucking sonnet just to hear her like this — and with his tongue, he does, or at least approximates. The tremors of her shift deeper now, approaching release; she’s so slick it feels vile, indulgence in sin. All of which is smeared on his lips, his face, tasting of tang and salt; how many times has he been told he’s selfish? Guilty. Greedy, too, as he pauses to breathe—

looking up at her, he has an idea but can’t possibly know the extent of this, how she’s absolutely wrung out and beyond this dimension, hell, this galaxy, every inch of her humming in tune with the universe and brimming with absolute, inescapable heat, muscles taut and and begging for climax. Though the soft edges of her green eyes that see through him and everything else, rolling back, mouth open and lips parted in mimeo of an oracle, sunken in the weight of divinity, might give him some clue.

Don’t stop, please—!

— he’s there, with his fingers buried and soaked and deep, playing that just-right rhythm with a thumb on her clit that’s been worked to the edge and back again over the span of her busy afternoon. Hairs part from his scalp without remorse; her nails scrabbling and fingers clinging as she prays and sighs and curses occasionally, quietly, into the limp back of her hand. As if she’s really still trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism in the throes of being launched into orbit.

So very close. He knows by the slightly erratic rhythm, the pulsating of muscles inside and out and around him, tight and he steals a quick breath to endure and ease his fingers out to redouble effort with his mouth because the way she’s sounding, that sharp icy note on the ragged edge of pleasure and pain, tends to be the signal, the tipping point. The tremor her free hand sends through the bones of the chair. Knees apart as far as she can manage and desperately meeting him at the hilt —

Steady through until the end.

Release comes as glass shattering, atoms splitting. Unintelligible words trapped in amber, in a moment, in desire. With a mouth full of fire, he rides it with her through every wave, persisting through her slow and ebbing tumble back down to earth. To him.

He leans back at last, groaning at the pain in his knees. Watches her tremble and twitch, wringing out the very last dregs of her orgasm, displacing everything coherent left in her head.

Seconds stretch into minutes, and he gets to his feet as she languishes in a pool of pleasure, steeping as scalding tea.

At some point her hand rises to her own lips, limp and wavering, to clean her own unabashed drippings with an expression of dizzy surprise. The white dissipates from her vision and she finds his eyes on her again, one still richly red in its sole mission of memorizing the glowing after.

“Oh.” That’s all she says, breathless.

Sasuke brings fingers across his own mouth, rolls his jaw side to side, and something about his expression of smug satisfaction resonates, strings of a plucked instrument, a pull again of desire that threatens to ruin the sanctity of this brand new office and the role that comes with it.

For a moment she leverages the chair to rise, then loses strength — she lowers herself back in it, arms still quaking.

She reaches for him, plucking at his shirt. Hair flyaway, askew from her frenzied fingers, still in his mission gear.

Yanking him down by the collar, she crashes her mouth against his, red and hot, the tang and taste of herself immiscible with his own. Whatever sound he makes, this growl or rumble or ache, splits them open.

What pulls them apart is the grating sound of their former sensei’s voice:  “I heard from a bird that someone in here was sick?”

Sasuke feels them in the room now and pulls away. Half-turns, finds himself leaning on her desk in a way that’s almost too casual, but necessary — his knees are shot through. Sakura smiles too widely, masking a secret; after all, both still feel the pinpricks of liquids drying in the new air.

“From your darling subordinate,” Kakashi twinkles, grinning underneath his mask.

“That one who follows you around like a puppy,” Naruto supplies, pouting.

Kakashi tilts his head toward him, both still lingering over the threshold. “Terrible, hm?”

Naruto misses the jibe and instead turns his wide ocean eyes on her new space. Whistles. “Man, Sakura-chan, this office is niiice. I’m jealous.”

“You’ll be in your new one soon enough,” she says, and there she is, her usual self. “I have faith. Anyway, this office comes with responsibility.”

“Well if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“He was under the impression you were sick. Looking at you now, though,” and here Kakashi pauses in a manner all too deliberate, eyes sweeping over Sasuke’s cloak and belongings in a chair, and ends it with looking right at him, “you seem all right. Exhausted, I imagine.”

Her flush threatens to undo them both.

“He’s . . . sweet. To care.”

“He’s a fool,” Sasuke mutters.

“Perfect, you’re dressed nice,” Naruto crows. “How did you know we’d come make you celebrate? You didn’t eat, I bet you didn’t!” He eyes Sasuke up and down, at his unusually ruffled appearance, and clicks his tongue. “You didn’t even go home first, did you? Shitty boyfriend.”

The damage he committed on his recent mission pales in comparison to the crimes Sasuke wants to indulge now.

“Anyway, we’ll wait out here. After all,” Kakashi says, inclining his head, “this is your space now.”

Sakura exhales long and slow as they step out into the hallway. Covering her face with her hands, she groans. “No matter my job, I’ll never escape embarrassment, huh?”

Standing at last, she readjusts her clothes and kisses the underside of Sasuke’s chin. She reaches for his pocket and he moves easily out of her grasp.

“Sasuke-kun!”

“Pointless now. I’ll keep it.”

No matter what time, season, dimension, he regards all of her — the dress, the lips that held their color, the new flush simmering on her neck and chest — and craves, endeavors, to always love her red.

[buticancarryyou]

Fic Writer Questions

@wincestismyheart thank you for tagging me in this. I love these kinds of things. Sorry it's taken me over a month to do it myself! Ha!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 27 works currently. I've deleted a few over the years.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

207,118. That's actually crazy to think about.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Predominately, Supernatural. But I do write for Skam and its Remakes as well (Skam France and Druck currently).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) The First Time I Saw Your Face (263 Kudos, 4k, wincest) - I posted this one in 2019 crazily enough, so it's semi new and its also the only fic I have on ao3 that I attempted no promotion of. So how it ended up with the most kudos, is a mystery to me. This fic was a WIP for so fucking long and 2019 was a good year writing wise for me, so I was able to finish it up and post it. It's actually very endearing to my heart, because it's an over-compassing story in short glimmers of their love story from Sam's birth until Stanford!Era / Pilot.

2) Two Hearts, One Home (230 Kudos, 5k, evak - skam) - The first published fic for these two and it's literally just fluffy and porn. For some reason when I write them, I turn into a porn writing champion, which is a strange turn for me--as I usually struggle with it! Written in 2019.

3) Close Your Eyes & Make A Wish (203 Kudos, 7k, Datteo - Druck) - The first Druck fic I ever posted and it's a recanting of one of their episodes. I love Matteo and David so fucking much and they will always live in my heart. So happy I wrote this piece. Also written in 2019. (see what I mean about it being a good writing year?)

4) To Rise, We Must Fall (197 Kudos, 11k, Wincest) This was written for the 2014 reverse big bang. It was my first dip into challenges and I'm happy it exists because it gave me courage to attempt other challenges. I def don't think it's the strongest thing I've ever written, but I love it because it's Boy King related.

5) Treble Clef Confessions (191 Kudos, 1k, Elu - Skam Fr) - The first and only thing I ever wrote for Skam France. I don't anticipate writing anything in the future for them, but I do love this short little piece that reimagines a scene. This was also written in 2019.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Oh yes, I absolutely do. I am so grateful for any comments I get, because unfortunately they are few and far between. I wish my readers left more tbh, because they just fuel my desire to keep writing. So I definitely love to take care of those that do, just to also encourage them to do the same for others.

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

There's two that I think of, but I'll go with the one that has had more responses from the fandom. Everything's For You was written in my earlier tumblr days for a tumblr challenge. The prompt was basically to imagine: “Dean says time is different in hell, but what if it’s not? What if Dean really spent 40 years in hell before Cas put him back to 2008? Write what 40 years without Dean may have looked like for Sam.” And well, things get a little sad.

7. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I feel like I try to make sure all of my fics end on a happy note, just because I like to make the angst so severe throughout the fic. Lol. But the Skam piece I am currently working on and isn't posted yet, is def going to be the happiest. So look out for, A Weekend To Remember.

8. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

I haven't written one yet, not to say I never would.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say hate, but I have had people challenge the way I write and say it's too flowery. People also try to correct the way I write Brother in Wincest fics with a capital B, but that's my creative freedom as a writer. They're not just brothers. They're Brothers. <3

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do write it, but it really depends on the fandom I guess. When I write for Sam and Dean, I feel like the smut I write is few and far between. Not that it's hard to write, or that I don't enjoy it--but I enjoy writing them without it. Sometimes I feel like it means just as much without it, because that's just them. But then I put my Skam glasses on and I'm suddenly on a smut roll.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I hope that never happens; I wouldn't handle that very well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would be open to it under the right circumstances.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing posted, but maybe between friends--yes.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Def, Wincest. I don't care how far away from SPN I get, I walk by a flower stand and see sunflowers and with always instantly be reminded of Sam. I'll see wanderer things and think of Sam. I'll see leather candles and think of Dean. I'll see an impala on the road and think of the boys on the road in the middle of the night. I will always see them everywhere and they will always be a part of me.

15. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably the 900 J2 fics I've started. I want to finish one, but I usually get distracted and start something else.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think for me, it is dependent on how well I know a character...because if I know them like the backs of my hands, I can really get into the vein of them and write them well. The worst feeling for me is when I can't feel a characters voice as I write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably that I get distracted entirely too easily. An idea will come up and I'll be all about it, write 10k of it and then think of something else. And then it'll sit in my drafts as a WIP for years, staring at me with pleading eyes and I just try my best to not think about the 'what-ifs'.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I try to stay away from it if I can, because to me it is distracting.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished Nsync fanfic for sure. LMAO. But second fandom would be Supernatural.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

There's so many things I want to say, but in this moment, I can't help but think of: A Brother's Lament (A Slow Death). It was written for the spnj2bigbang for 2016 and it's probably the longest fic I've written, being that it's 46k. It is a love story to Dean's slow and maddening deterioration after Sam's death in Swan Song. Of how he tries to live the life he promised, but finds that he physically cannot do it. It's sad and violent, dark and upsetting, but I put my whole heart into it and it's not even the most well received thing I've written--but I fucking love it so much.

Tagging: @sammichgirl @nyxocity @hellhoundsprey and @homo-pink because they're some of my favorite writers. <3

[vmheadquarters]

We’re still playing our game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors are taking turns to tell a Veronica Mars mystery story. Each writer crafts their chapter and then “tosses” the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected!

Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. --Chapter Twenty-Six of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @jeanie205​. And stayed tuned next week for Ch.27 from @nevertothethird​ - tag, you’re it!

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX by @jeanie205​

Business hadn’t exactly been booming at Mars Investigations lately, and even though she knew her dad was right, that the PI business, like almost everything else, was cyclical, Veronica still chafed under the inactivity.

She’d filled in her time the past few days with a flurry of office organization and some paperwork she’d been putting off for weeks, interspersed with a couple of bread-and-butter infidelity stakeouts. But either the unfaithful spouses had gotten stupider over the years, or Veronica had just gotten a lot better at sussing them out.  Because while the pay had been good - great, in fact - it hadn’t taken her long to come up with the Money Shots.

So now she was at loose ends again.  Even Mac had taken the day off after completing her update of the MI website, which she’d told Veronica was “a disaster.”

“They aren’t going to hire you if your site looks like it was designed in a high school IT class,” Mac had said, shaking her head. 

For as much good as it’s done so far, Veronica thought, sitting alone in her office with nothing to do.

Her glance fell unconsciously to her bottom right-hand desk drawer.  The deep one.

Well, maybe she didn't exactly have nothing to do.  

There was a case of sorts, if she wanted to count guessing the ending of a whodunit written by the least likely mystery writer she could ever have imagined.  An activity that Veronica had so far found not particularly entertaining.  Mostly because the plot was already so convoluted that she doubted the eventual reveal could ever make much sense.

On the other hand, she’d become rather fond of Ruby Jetson, and knew they probably owed her for helping to exonerate Logan of murder.  Besides which, she had promised.

With a guilty sigh, Veronica pulled open the drawer and hefted out a thick envelope.

Ruby had brought her the manuscript nearly a week earlier, eager to know if the story was good enough to “fool” the seasoned detective.  Although she’d shown up without an appointment, Veronica had taken the time to read several chapters, Ruby smiling delightedly whenever she’d frowned in puzzlement.

“I knew it was a good mystery,” Ruby had boasted gleefully.  “That even you wouldn’t be able to figure it out.”

By then, it had become apparent that Ruby expected her to read the whole damn book right then and there!  Thank god Mac had soon caught on and poked her head in the office door, reminding Veronica about “her appointment.”

Ruby had looked disappointed when Veronica carefully re-stacked the loose manuscript pages and slipped them into the large envelope, stowing everything away in her bottom drawer.

“I’ll finish it soon,” she’d promised faithfully.

But she never had, although Ruby had called every day, looking for an update.

“Hurry up, Veronica,” she’d complained only the day before, the exasperation clear in her voice.  “I need to send it to my publisher.”

Veronica had been surprised.  Ruby already had a publisher?

As she slipped the manuscript out of the envelope, quickly flipping to the red post-it she’d left to hold her place, she fleetingly wondered who in hell might actually want to publish Ruby’s novel.

Picking up where she’d left off, Veronica noted the same peculiarity that had struck her the week before.  Ruby’s chapters often varied so wildly in both style and format that it was almost like they’d been written by different people.  She paused in her reading, considered for a moment if Ruby might have some kind of dual personality disorder.  After all, the woman did have two names.

Or... maybe the answer was much simpler.  Maybe Ruby had a collaborator, the same person, Veronica thought with growing certainty, who’d passed along all the personal information that Ruby could never have dug up, no matter how much “research” she’d done.    

And that was another thing.  Veronica’s annoyance rose as she came across yet another intimate-sounding encounter between book-Veronica and book-Logan. Ruby had promised her faithfully that the names in her roman a clef-slash-murder mystery would definitely be changed in the next draft.  Veronica sure as hell hoped she followed through.  Otherwise, the fledgling author was going to be bombarded with lawsuits. And Veronica Mars would be at the head of the line.

She sighed, turning back to the story just in time to find that... Ruby had killed herself off!  

Or at least, she’d killed off Della Pugh.

Veronica’s eyes narrowed in surprise at this fictional turn of events.  Was this some sort of symbolic “killing” of her original self so that her Ruby persona could thrive?  She shook her head, finally deciding she was no better as a psychologist than she was a literary critic.  She flipped quickly to the next chapter and soon wished she hadn’t.  A delusional, Veronica-obsessed Duncan Kane was not exactly pleasant company.

Veronica was considering with wry amusement how the man himself might view his portrayal (should he ever see it) when she was startled by the ringing of a phone.  Not the office land line but the cell phone that she had to dig out from the depths of her well-loved but totally inconvenient studded black leather bag.  

She might not have even bothered had the sounds of the Perishers’ “Sway” not told her it was Logan calling.  She’d assigned him that ringtone in a burst of nostalgia the same day she’d updated his photo from pukka beads to dress blues.

The fact that he was calling was in itself unnerving.  If Logan wanted to communicate with her during the day, he almost always texted.  So of course her mind went immediately to the worst-case scenario.

“Logan!  Is everything okay?  Is my dad...”

“Veronica!” Logan cut in on her abruptly.  “Are you watching the news?  Turn on the news!”

“Wh-what? You mean, like... CNN?”

“No.  The local news.  It’s a breaking story on a continuous loop.”

“Okay.”   Mystified, she grabbed the remote from a drawer and powered up the wall TV that she hardly ever used.

And there was that creepy newscaster, the one who invariably reminded her of Vinnie Van Lowe.

“... a tragedy right here in Neptune last night when promising new writer Ruby Jetson was murdered in her own home.”

Veronica gasped.  It couldn’t be!

“Veronica!  You still there?”

“Yeah, Logan, I’m here.  I can’t... I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.  And there’s more.  Keep watching.”

Onscreen, the newscaster was just beginning the introduction of an “important witness” to the tragedy.

“We’re fortunate to have with us here in the studio the man who discovered the body of Ms. Jetson.  Neptune’s very own school principal turned book publisher, Mr. Van Clemmons.”

Veronica nearly fell off her chair.  Holy shit! Clemmons was Ruby’s publisher?

She quickly turned up the volume, desperate to hear every word.

“I understand you were about to publish Ms. Jetson’s first novel, Mr. Clemmons?” the Vinnie-clone asked in that fake tone of sympathetic interest that all newscasters somehow managed to perfect.

Clemmons nodded.

“That’s right.  Of course, I’d known her as Della Pugh back when she was at Neptune High, but she’d made some changes in her life, and if she preferred to be Ruby Jetson, who was I to say she shouldn’t?”

Veronica rolled her eyes.  Right, Van.  You were always so forward-thinking.

“And the book?” the newscaster encouraged, refusing to be shifted off-topic by anything about the actual victim herself.

“Well, ah, Ruby came to me with the idea.  Some kind of murder mystery.  Very popular genre, of course.  But the story was to be based on people she’d known in high school. I thought it sounded... promising. And she was just about to deliver the first draft.  Said she’d finished it but was waiting for some feedback from a trusted friend.”

Veronica blinked.  A trusted friend?

She wrenched her mind away from dwelling on the sheer... unexpectedness of Ruby regarding her as a friend, because Clemmons was still talking and she didn’t want to miss a word.

“Ruby kept delaying turning in the first draft, so I stopped by last night to see if I could... hurry her along.”

Clemmons paused briefly, and for the first time looked visibly shaken.

“And that’s when I... found her.”

The newscaster nodded slowly.  “Not a pleasant experience.”

“No, indeed,” Clemmons agreed.

“And the book?”  Vinnie’s doppelgänger was not to be thwarted.

Clemmons shook his head sadly.  “I’m afraid that’s not going to happen after all. Only Ruby had copies of the manuscript, but there weren’t any in her apartment. And her laptop was missing, too.”

“The police...?”

“Didn’t find anything, either.”

“So the book won’t be published.”

Clemmons shrugged.  “I can’t publish what I don’t have.”

The newscaster paused to make sure that viewers caught the significance of his next question.

“Do you think it’s possible that poor Ruby was killed because of something in that book?”

Clemmons hesitated.  “I suppose it could be,” he said finally.  “But I guess we’ll never know.  If there ever was a manuscript, it’s gone forever.”

Veronica stared at the screen for long seconds before she muttered the words under her breath.

“No, Van.  Not quite fucking gone.”

She switched off the television and picked up her phone.  “You still there, Logan?”

“No, I’m here,” he said, appearing suddenly in the office doorway.  “Thought maybe I should come by.”

She nodded, and as one their eyes fell on the loose pages still sitting in the middle of Veronica’s desk.

In seconds, she’d scooped them up and shoved them back into the envelope. But this time, the manuscript wasn’t crammed unceremoniously back into that deep bottom drawer.  This time, Veronica opened their rarely-used safe and locked the thick envelope securely inside.

Veronica thought Logan must have sensed how shaken she suddenly felt because he was across the room like a shot, and in seconds she was wrapped in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Veronica,” Logan said softly, breathing the words into her hair.

“Yeah, me, too,” she murmured into his shoulder.

Then she took a deep breath and stepped back from Logan’s arms, determination stiffening her spine as she gazed up at him.

“Somebody killed Ruby over that damn book, Logan. And we’re gonna figure out who the hell did it.” 

[clandestinemeetingsinthetrees]

Thanks for the tag @twerkforpizza!!! This is the first time I’ve done something like this lol

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs (that I will never reach) you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

Name: Isabella

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aries sun, Taurus moon, Virgo rising

Height: 5′4″ 

Time: 6:45 PM (EST)

Birthday: March 28

Favorite bands: AJR, The Driver Era, Saint Motel, Wallows, Neon Trees

Favorite solo artists: Taylor Swift (obviously lol), Ed Sheeran, Harry Styles, I’ve gotten really in to Conan Gray recently, and Selena Gomez 

Last movie: Wonder Woman 1984, I actually got to see it in theaters cause my skating coach rented out the theatre for New Years Day! The movie was kinda bad but the experience was really fun!

Last show: I’ve been binging ATLA with my mom (as you all know), but I’ve also been watching Schitt’s Creek and Part 4 of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

When did i create this blog?: Originally 6 years ago but I recently started posting again last month

What I post: Mainly ATLA at the moment (specifically zutara), but I also reblog a lot of stuff and post crap about my personal life lol

Last thing i googled: "Ratatousical” cause I just watched the Ratatouille musical with my brother

Other blogs: I have like 3 side blogs that are more fandom specific that I used to post on many years ago but were all abandoned when I stopped using tumblr like junior year of high school and I don’t have time for that anymore so I’m just mutlifandom trash now

Do i get asks?: Not often but I didn’t really start getting back on Tumblr till like last month so we’ll see lol

Why I chose my url: So I used to just use the same username I use for everything but when I decided to start posting on here again I figured I should change it cause I don’t want people irl to find me so back when Taylor Swift dropped folklore I wanted to have a lyric inspired url so I used two names from her folklore bundles, “clandestine meetings” and ‘in the trees” to form this mess lol. Now I really like it though cause it gives off old woman living in a cabin in the woods vibes which  is my greatest aspiration

Following: 129

Followers: 291

Average hours of sleep: Depends on if I have the ability to sleep in, if I can probably like 9 but usually I only get 6

Instruments: I started playing piano when I was 3 and violin when I was 10 and now I’m a music major! I can also play viola (thought I’m very bad at reading alto clef), a bit of guitar, and some cello and bass but I’m not super great at those 

What am i wearing: Literally the clothes that I slept in, a T-shirt and shorts

Dream job(s): I’m pre-med and I really want to be a pediatrician cause I love kids. I think I’d also really like being a music teacher and I literally auditioned at all my schools as music education then changed my mind before I started freshman year. If we’re talking completely unrealistic, I’d love to be like a singer/songwriter 

Dream trip: I just wanna go everywhere! I think I’d really love to tour Europe but I also really wanna go to Australia to see the Great Barrier reef and I really want to travel the East and especially Japan

Favorite food: I love all kinds of pasta and also cuban-style pork and rice

Nationality: American

Favorite song: I’m so bad at picking favorite songs cause they change pretty much everyday but right now I’ve been obsessed with gold rush by Taylor Swift, My Play by AJR, and Maniac by Conan Gray

Last book i read: My book club just read Girl, Interrupted which I really loved and I’m reading Little Women right now along with The Dream Thieves (from the Raven Cycle)

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: Definitely ATLA, Harry Potter, and Percy Jackson (this one was surprisingly hard cause though there are many fantasy worlds that I love to read about, a lot of them would be a really bad place to live lol)

Tagging: @bagelbitch666 @wtf-jily @formerlygoldilocks @cattaralol @jubblybubblybrit @jazzy-chan1

[rockinthebeastmode]

What up lady, hope all is well and work is not driving you crazy. I getting giddy just thinking of the new fics that you have been mentioning lately. I hope you have a great week and take care.😚😙

Hiya! All is fucked and work is actually going well (while still driving me crazy of course) but things’ll improve eventually. I mean they have to right? right???

This is a bit late and I’d promised previews on another ask but Ima post em here and tag it later instead 😝 I’m gonna try to get back into writing, I promise. Hope you enjoy!

Over the Moon

“Oh no…” Finn muttered, rolling his eyes. Rae’s head whipped towards him, her hair swiping him across the ear.

“What?” she accused, Finn rubbing his ear with a scowl.

“They locked us in.”

“Shit.” Finn glanced at Rae as her breathing shortened, her eyes widening.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not gonna attack ya,” he snapped. Rae’s panic shifted.

“Don’t have a go at me,” she shot back loudly, her arms crossed defensively.

“Chill out—”

“Don’t tell me to chill out, this is all your fault!”

“Fucking wha—No, it’s yours!”

“Alright, lovebirds, we’re off.” Chop interrupted. Through the slats of the closet door, they watched him tip an imaginary hat before wrapping an arm around Izzy’s neck. “Try and get along by the time we get back, yeah?”

Finn rattled the door, the two of them cursing at their retreating figures but their protests were completely ignored.

“Anything good at the cinema?” Archie’s voice followed them out of his room and the two slumped back, Rae’s shooting him a dirty look.

“This is bullshit.”

***

Half an hour passed in angry silence. His nan had always told him if he didn’t have anything nice to say, say nothing at all. And he had nothing nice to say to Rae Earl.

She didn’t seem to feel that same sentiment.

“Unbelievable,” she sighed roughly, leaning against the wall.

Finn shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. They stood uncomfortably close, surrounded on all sides. He felt sweat drop down his temple and he shucked his jacket off with a huff, trying to sit in the cramped space. Rae immediately hugged the wall, looking him over.

“The hell are you doing?” He adjusted himself on the floor, raising his brows at her.

“What’s it look like?”

“Such a prick…” She bit her lip, her head shaking slowly.

“Just sit the fuck down, Rae.”

“Excuse me?” she scoffed, her eyes narrowing.

“Sit. The fuck. Down.” She stared defiantly and he shrugged, folding his jacket into a pillow and resting against it, his eyes closing, “Whatever.”

He couldn’t hold back a smirk as he heard her let out a disgruntled grunt, her flannel coming off a moment later and she sat beside him, moving as far away as possible.

“What, d’ya think I have cooties or something?”

“You might,” she retorted, “I dunno where you’ve been.”

“Ha ha.”

Rae moved her flannel over her lap, resting her arms on top.

“It stinks in here.”

“Yeah, I add that boy smell so you know you’re in a bloke’s closet.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised you bring girls in here.”

“I don’t—” She smirked and he rolled his eyes, “You’re such a…” He trailed off and she nudged him.

“Such a what?” she prodded, poking his shoulder hard, “C’mon, Nelson.” Seeing his annoyance grow, she went on, “Spit it out!”

“Dickhead!”

His voice rang out loud and rough in the small space and Rae’s eyes widened before she broke out laughing. He couldn’t help but join, his lips reluctantly curling.

“Jesus,” she giggled, “You’re the dickhead.”

Silence fell as they caught their breath, slight smiles on their faces. Finn half shrugged.

“Wanna play a game?

- - - - -

You're a Wolf

Finn pulled the tent flap aside, squinting through a haze of incense and cigarette smoke. An older woman emerged from the cloud, her deep red lips twisted into a sly smirk. It faded as she took him in.

“Ah, you’re nought but a wolf pup—don’t see a lot of kids wanting readings,” she said gravelly, raising her brows.

“How’d you—”

“I know a great many things…” She tapped her temple with a wink, “Y’want your mark read, yeah?”

Finn nodded and bit the corner of his lip, slightly intimidated despite his skepticism. She held out her hand.

“Ten quid.” He sighed and handed it over before dropping to the chair opposite her.

“Let’s see it.” Finn lifted his sleeve and held his arm out, exposing his inner wrist. An inky black bass clef was revealed, a stark contrast against his skin.

She took his hand in one hand, her other moving over the mark. Her fingers circled it, feather-light as they traced the thick lines. He watched as her eyes closed and she took a deep breath.

- - - - -

Wrong Date III

“Chlo mentioned you were a year ahead of us,” Rae started, sipping her snakebite as Finn nodded.

“Yeah I was,” he replied with a shrug, “Ended up moving to Leeds for a bit.”

“What’s in Leeds?” she asked, her glass hiding her mouth as she looked him over.

“Something different…” he sighed, his head tilting as he glanced over the bar, “Stamford isn’t exactly the land of opportunity.” Rae nodded.

“I went to Bristol for uni—couldn’t wait to get out of here.”

“And now we’re back,” he drawled, raising his Fosters to cheers. She laughed and raised hers.

“Right…”

In the silence following, he reached into his pocket, slapping a few 20p on the table.

“For the jukebox—this music’s doing my head in,” he explained, starting to stand. She snatched them away, shaking her head.

“I’ll do it.” At his raised brow, she continued, “You can’t be trusted.”

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, is it?”

“That’s how it’s gonna be.” She stuck her tongue out at him, starting to back away as she scoffed, “You and your crap reggae.”

- - - - -

Fade Out

“Dad said you stopped by the other day,” Finn started, pausing when Rae bit her lip and looked down, “What did you want?”

Rae looked up, meeting Finn’s eyes and she smiled tearfully, her eyes shining.

“I wanted you,” she sighed, her voice low and shaky. Finn’s eyes widened and he bit his cheek as a tear fell down Rae’s cheek.

“I’m so sorry for that night you came over, I should’ve said something,” she said, her hands clasping in front of her, “I never wanted you to leave, I never wanted any of this.”

Finn shook himself out of his dumbstruck state, Rae continuing to babble in front of him. He stepped up to her, his hands rising to wipe the tears from her face.

“--so stupid to break up, I should’ve just talked to you,” she continued and Finn moved closer, his thumb swiping at a final tear, his other hand cupping her neck. Her lips parted to speak again and Finn leaned forward, cutting her off.

@eveerez @i-dream-of-emus @lilaviolet @laurielau @hey1tskat1e @tinakegg @kneekeyta @likeashootingstarfades @girl-looking-out-window @stinemarine @lurkernolonger @crystalgiddings1993 @milllott @milymargot @vivammfd @finn-nelson-for-the-win @ifinallyknow @isthistherightwayround @believethaticanandiwill @paisleystuff @arathewallflower @whatthefuckisthisfuckingfuckery

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

Charmed to Meet You

A/N: Bleh. This is short and not necessarily the best thing I’ve ever written, but I wanted it out there. Based on this post by @crypticasterisk​. This is LAMP, because I felt so inclined to write it this way. Enjoy? -McGee

Words: 1,090

Warnings: Food mention at the end

“Hey, Roman!” the stage manager exclaimed.

Roman looked up from where he was strumming his guitar and humming a tune under his breath with a smile. “Yeah, Marcus?”

Marcus walked up with a scrawny man by his side, giving him a light rap on the back. “This here’s Virgil. He’s the new light tech, figured you might want to give him a run-down of what happens during your concerts.”

“Of course,” Roman said, holding his hand out for Virgil to shake. “Charmed to meet you.”

Virgil took the offered hand limply and gave it a shake, when both men felt weight add on their chests. Together, they looked down at their necklaces and into each others’ eyes. Marcus looked between them with a wide smile. “Oh...I’ll leave you two to it, then?”

Marcus left the stage quickly and Roman realized he was still holding Virgil’s hand. He quickly let it drop, examining the charm that had just been added to his necklace. He had all sorts of charms, an “R” from when he was born and named Roman, a guitar from when he found out he loved music, a smiling-frowning mask charm from his first theatre performance, the list went on; he had lots of significant moments in his life. But this new charm threw him off guard. It was a silver skull with gold accents, which seemed to mirror Virgil’s; it was a silver staff with golden music notes and a treble clef on it.

“I...can’t believe it,” Virgil said, still in a daze. “I didn’t think I would have a soulmate.”

Roman gestured to the floor next to him. “Why don’t you sit down a while? We can talk about the lights in a bit.”

Virgil blinked and after a second sat down with a blush. “So...you’re Roman?”

“Roman Price,” Roman said with his most dazzling smile. “And you’re Virgil?”

“Virgil Johnson, yeah,” Virgil mumbled. “I’m sorry, I’m not good with people, and this is a little overwhelming...”

“Oh...oh!” Roman said. “Do you want to move off-stage? I can’t imagine anyone would be in the costume room at this time of day.”

“No, it’s okay,” Virgil said. “I just...I don’t know what to say.” He laughed.

Roman laughed with him. “I know, I haven’t the faintest either. Um...why don’t you choose a charm on your necklace and explain it to me?”

Virgil looked down at his necklace and fiddled with it. “Oh. Um...I don’t know. Is there one that you’re curious about?”

Roman looked at the necklace Virgil was wearing and noticed a small music note shoved between headphones and pointed to that one. “What’s that headphone charm?”

“Oh,” Virgil said with a deep blush. “That’s...kinda embarrassing, but it’s...the first time I heard your music.”

Roman’s face heated up. “Really?”

Virgil nodded. “It was when I told myself that no matter what, I was gonna work for this guy one day.”

Roman giggled and put a hand up to his mouth. “Oh my gosh, Virgil, that is so sweet!”

Virgil blushed profusely. “Say what you want about it, it’s still embarrassing.”

Roman laughed. “Not to me,” he said softly.

Virgil gave him an uncertain smile. “You’re the first person to ever say that to me,” he admitted.

Roman put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “I guess it was just meant to be.”

Virgil chuckled and stood up. “So, what is it about the lights that you need me to do tonight?”

That night was the best performance Roman had ever done, and he attributed it to Virgil being right there to help him with it the whole night. At the end of it, Roman and Virgil were hanging around backstage, saying hi to the people who wanted to meet Roman and congratulate him on another successful performance. He wasn’t famous enough to go on tour, but he was certainly getting there according to certain people in town.

Two men walked up to Virgil and Roman, and Roman took them in. They were holding hands and the one who had a sweater tied around his neck like a rich kid was grinning from ear to ear, while the one with a tie had on an indulgent smile.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Price, it’s such an honor to meet you!” the one with the sweater said. “My name’s Patton, Patton Greene, I just love your music!”

“It’s true, it’s all he talks about,” the one with the tie laughed. “He’s been wanting to come to you backstage for weeks.”

“I’m honored!” Roman exclaimed with a laugh, sticking his hand out. “But please, Patton, just call me Roman.”

“Roman, okay,” Patton said, still a little starstruck as he shook Roman’s hand.

Roman felt another weight add to his chest and his eyes widened involuntarily when he saw another charm resting on his necklace, a golden sphere made up entirely of hearts. Patton had the same music charm that Virgil had gotten earlier that day. “Wha...” Roman said, turning to Virgil.

Virgil’s eyes were just as wide. “You’re polyamorous too?” he asked.

“It appears so. And I suppose Patton is as well,” the as of yet unnamed tie-man said, fingering his own heart charm. “Though I always suspected.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Shake my hand?” Virgil offered.

Patton did so and he got the skull charm as Virgil got a heart charm as well. “No way,” Virgil breathed. “No way, no way, no way. Not one, but two soulmates?! In one day! How?!”

“Logan, Logan! You have to try too!” Patton exclaimed.

Logan cleared his throat. “Oh. Um, I suppose...” he muttered, offering his hand out to Roman.

Roman shook it and immediately he had another charm, silver with deep blue gems, a moon in a midnight sky. Roman laughed as he saw the music charm appear around Logan’s neck as well. Virgil immediately offered his hand out and said, “Couldn’t hurt, right?”

Logan nodded and shook it, and each of them had each other’s charms appear. “This is unbelievable,” Roman laughed. “I just...I can’t believe it! What are the odds that we’d all get to meet each other today?”

“Infinitesimal,” Patton said, while Logan for some reason groaned. “But I’m glad we did! Hey, Logan and I were going to go out for pizza after this, would you two like to join us?”

“I’d love to,” Virgil said. “I’m Virgil, by the way.”

Roman shook his head and laughed. “I’ll come along, too, I’d love to get to know my soulmates more!”

Tag List: @lilbeanblr​ @kittyboof8​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @loganpatton​

[nurseconscience]

Tagged by: @shxcklash (Sorry this took so long to complete!!!)

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs to get to know them better.

Nickname: Miranda

Gender: female

Star sign: pisces

Height: 5′ 6″

Time: 10:56 am

Birthday: Feb 27th

Favourite Bands: This list would never end.... But I will say Mother Mother, Honor Society (now disbanded sadly. Great guys.), A Band of Buriers, Phantom Planet, Rooney, The Coronas

Favourite Solo Artists: MAX, Jesse Kinch (CD just dropped), and David Bowie. And my friend, Jamal Moore. (CHECK HIM OUT. He was on The Singing Bee a few seasons ago and was AMAZING. He really does sing like that in person. His voice is amazing. I grew up hearing it in the halls at school for many years.)

Song stuck in my head: Smokestacks by Layla

Last movie I watched: Dare to be Wild; an indie film NOW ON NETFLIX about a young Irish woman entering and winning the Chelsea Flower Show. Based on the true story. The love interest in it is my FC for my Sherrinford Holmes account: Tom Hughes. Highly recommend.

Last show I watched: Humans. I marathoned both seasons and am now on a fanfiction craze because THIS SHOW IS AMAZING. I didn’t think I could enjoy Colin Morgan more. But I do.

When did I create my blog: Jan 2018

What do I post: RP for Nic, The Resident gifset reblogs, and lots of random medical things I find interesting

Last thing I googled: how to measure pulse

Do you have any other blogs: ....if I listed all my blogs I would look insane. There are too many voices in my head....I don’t even remember them all. My current semi-active ones are @ladytimctravclcr (Primeval), @fieldcoordinatcr (Primeval), @nctanthca (Sherlock), @nctwilliam (Sherlock), @fangedearring (HP), @madamprcsident (Fantastic Beasts), @barnxradio (Haven), @macusaxroyalty (HP/FB) and so many others. I have a few for Broadchurch but that fandom is basically dead...

I normally log in every few days to see if anyone is around but for the FB/HP or Primeval blogs, the fandoms are small and so they don’t get to do much. Which is fine, since I am trying to keep Nic and Anthea (nctanthea) going. Sherrinford (nctwilliam) is also coming into his own currently. He is my child and I love him. A lot of them are sideblogs so it is easier to check them/group them by type. 

Do you get asks: sometimes; I really like them so feel free to send them in!

Why did you choose your URL: Well ‘nurse’ because Nic is a nurse. Kind of self explanatory, and ‘conscience’ because in a lot of interviews Nic is described as the conscience of the show. She’s the moral compass and is the one that kind of talks to everyone, gauging their feelings and sometimes can talk them down from whatever crazy idea they might have ( looking at you Conrad ).

Following: nintey-one

Followers: sixty-three

Favourite colour(s): dark green or burgundy

Average hours of sleep: five

Lucky number: six

Instruments: violin, piano, and I have a cello, balalaika, guitar, and uke. The balalaika was decorative originally from my grandmother but one of my music professor friends fixed it so I could actually play it. Sadly it needs some repairs. I know one song and it is just from memory years ago. The Uke I can’t really do anything with but I want to learn. I can tune instruments by ear easily. But I don’t often have time to learn new things. My guitar I can not do much with and my cello I can figure some things out by ear. Violin and piano are the instruments I can at least BS some decent knowledge on. I can read all clefs. 

What am I wearing: green trousers, a black blouse with birds by Atmosphere I picked up in Primark last year, and a blanket with a sleeping cat. ;)  [ I only specifically remember the shirt because I bought it on vacation and I love it so much. ]

How many blankets do I sleep with: as many as I can find. I like the cold but nothing beats a good blanket.

Dream job: writer; librarian

Dream Trip: I love visiting London so that is normally what I dream of when work is killing me. It is legitimately my dream trip. How I keep myself motivated from not killing coworkers. haha But I also really want to go back to NZ. I miss my NZ family.

Favourite food: chicken cordon bleu. favorite condiment is aioli. [ I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT IS NOT REALLY A THING HERE IN THE STATES. ]

Nationality: i’m american, but when traveling I am often mistaken for Canadian or Irish. Heritage is English, Irish, and German mainly. So basically all of myself hates the rest of myself. lol

Favourite song now: Soldier by Fleurie ; heard it while looking up Becker/Jess videos on youtube and it fits them real well and her voice is just fantastic. 

Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done this yet. it’s been in my drafts for around a month. Whoops.

[yonderlad]

Tag Game/ Get to know me ~

Tagged by @trekkybear ! 

Rules: answer30 questions and tag 20 people.

Nicknames: Ru, Ruru, Jet, Moony

Gender: Male

Star sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′4″

Time: 00:55

Birthday: 5th of February

Favorite bands: Mumford and Sons, The Cure

Favorite solo artists: Frank Turner, Laura Marling

Song currently stuck in your head: Running Through Rivers by Carrie Hope Fletcher

Last movie: Assassin’s Creed - not terrible.

Last TV show: We tried to watch Campion today but realised we’d seen every single episode of it so we didn’t watch a whole one. Before that, Stranger Things.

Why did you create this blog: I swear this site was cool in 2010

What do you post/reblog: God knows. Mostly shitposts, I think. And birbs. 

Last thing you googled: ‘tumblr stats checker’ Before that, ‘following the light of the sun christopher columbus’

Other blogs: my only active one: @sometongueofold . But I have 44 urls on this account and at least 15 other blogs somewhere.

Why the URL: I like the show yonderland and I thought I was funny

I follow: 2,286

Followers: 1,177

Lucky number: 8

Instruments: I’m very bad at playing several instruments, including the flute, ukulele, guitar, and bass guitar. I was once just mediocre at playing the flute, and have a grade 3. If I ever re-teach myself treble clef, I could reasonably play a keyboard

What are you wearing: I live in pajamas now

Dream Job: probably either that cool but slightly flaky history professor who you’re fairly certain is only 35 but they look about 50 and at the same time immortal, who knows way too much about their own subject but fails basic maths and wouldn’t know justin bieber in a line-up of the guys from N.W.A. or that guy from the post about bees who makes his own honey and sells it at markets and all the local bees come over and chill at his stall and he feeds them his honey except I’d also grow vegetables and ethically raise sheep and pigs and a cow for milk and all my clothes would be handmade and nobody would see me except for on market day when I’d come down and sell my surplus supplies for money to spend on books

alternatively I keep working with my parents on their narrowboat until I take over the family business and keep on at it until I’m 65 and everyone along the whole cut either knows me by sight or by reputation

Dream trip: I go with someone I love to a farm in the middle of a moor, and we work hard all day on the farm in exchange for a home-cooked meal and a warm bed, and on our days off we take ourselves up onto the moors and eat honey sandwiches curled up together hiding from the winds in a tor, running the last few hundred metres back home because the rain starts to pour, thanking the day itself for staying dry for the rest of our ten mile walk

Favorite food: I really do like honey, and I like trying all sorts of it. I have tried at least ten different local honeys so far this year, and my favourites have been Stratford-upon-Avon honey and a local Worcester one. I’ve just bought some lavender honey from here in Portugal which I’m excited to try. 

I also really like cheese.

Favorite song right now: I don’t have a favourite right now.

Last book you read: Finished; Dot Con by James Veitch. Read; Blood Sisters, by Jane Corry

Top 3 universes: His Dark Materials, that one where Narnia exists, the one in Redwall

I can tag… @zashford @bobmcbobbertson @doncarlosi @sitbackandenjoytheshow @ithoughtyoumightcall @gigi-van-damn @smooshless @geothebio @iamthebricklayer @awfulrobot @knuffelkusjeprinses @la-morgana-of-templeton @toyourliking @iseektheholygrail @bluejayjeans @patch-of-shore @artistigeist @do-you-have-a-flag @thatgeeklover @catglows

hey @itsourparis haha tag ur it too

[astrologicallyperfect]

Rules: Answer the questions you’re given, write 11 of your own and tag 11 people.

Tagged by: @allie-jayne-leister/ @susicivxs​ (thank bby)

1. What’s your favourite sentence you’ve written in the past day? I wrote for an essay in English “His morality and the sound of a bell are one in the same” 2. Favourite item of clothing? I have a shirt with a lil alien hidden in the pocket. 3. Last thing you cooked? I made cookies with my friends and they were v good. 4. Your favourite muse (your own or someone else’s) to draw? It’s for sure a tie between Gabbie and Bonnie. Aaliyah is coming close, tho.  5. A stereotypic character trope you’d like to create a muse based on? I already have a butch female mechanic so there u go. 6. Favourite stuffed animal toy? A widdle shark that i got for 3 dollars at walmart and he turns into a walrus he’s versatile. 7. What’s the book series you’d most recommend and why? A safe bet for me is always the Percy Jackson series it’s so good. I’d also recommend Whispers by Dean Koontz, even tho it’s not a series. 8. If you could create a band, what would they be called, and what instrument would you play? Tbh my band would probably be named something v dumb. Like “please listen we can sing we swear”. I’d play piano, seriously. As a joke I’d play triangle. 9. If you could play a character in any book series, how would you be described and what part would you play in the plotline? I’d be in the Percy Jackson and I wouldn’t even be that important it would just be a background character doin their best. 10. Last book you read? I read “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” and “The Crucible” at the same time. 11. What place in the world would you most like to visit, and what would you do there? I wanna visit germany and buy the german version of the emoji movie.

My Eleven Questions:

1. What exotic animal is your favorite? 2. If you could travel to any time period where would you go? 3. If you could switch places with any celebrity who would it be? 4. What anime or cartoon world would you want to live in? 5. Any phrase or meme you quote/like unironically? 6. First fictional crush? 7. Favorite item you own? 8. What is your favorite candy bar? 9. If you play a sport, what sport is it? 10. Are you more artistic or athletic? 11. What’s your favorite vine?

Tagging: uuuuhhhh anyone who wants to bc i am uncomfortable tagging people.

answers for susicivxs under cut.

MY ELEVEN QUESTIONS

1. Your first muse ever? Can you describe them? (Not necessarily on here.) My first real muse was a Percy Jackson OC named Belle and I loved her so much back then but now I realize she was a super bad OC and revamped her but she ended up so much like Bonnie that I scrapped using her and am now using Bonnie instead. 2. If you could decorate your room however you wanted, how would you do it? I’d do a cool music themed room and paint my room like a continuous treble clef. 3. The fictional character you hate the most, and why? Orin Scrivello from Little Shop of Horrors bc he’s a trash baby but not a good one. 4. Your most treasured piece of artwork (whether it’s a fanfic, drawing, etc.)? I love this piece so much bc I practiced a lot with it, like anatomy and backgrounds and i also love marian so much. 5. The last TV show you watched, and your favourite character from it? The last thing even close to a TV show I watched was Haikyu and I love Asahi Azumane with all of my heart he’s my precious baby boy. 6. Post a YouTube link of the last song you listened to? I listened to Feed Me from Petite Boutique of Boos. 7. Favourite fruit? Strawberries 8. Favourite vegetable? Mushroom 9. The funniest thing you’ve read or heard someone say in the past week? ”because i’M A MIGHTY KID” 10. Least favourite movie/movie series and how could it have been improved for you? Ummm.... I don’t like the hunger games series bc towards the end Katniss became an unlikable bitch. If they had kept her likeable i would have preferred the series. Also get rid of that unnecessary love triangle. It added literally nothinng to their characters. 11. If you could rewrite one book series, what would it be and why? I’d rewrite The Outsiders. It’s not a series, but I wanna write something from the other guys POV.

[geleixi]

i was tagged by @meggannn in this thing!!

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs. you are all now contractually obligated to complete this.

Tagging: god i don’t even know 10 people in real life uhh.... @sofonisbaanguissola @millesbianfalcon @zethia (jess i feel like u just did a v similar tag but W/E i’m rly happy we’re both getting back on tumblr at the same time) @itstimetodrew @rustboro-city @aimmyarrowshigh ?????? do it if you want to!! or don’t!!

Nicknames: i mean gracie is a nickname but it’s already what i go by on ~the internet~ so

Gender/pronouns: she/her/hers or anything gender neutral

Star sign: listen....... i’m

i have A Lot Of Feelings

Height: 5′ 2″

Time: 6:17pm

Birthday: july 14!! i could’ve made an indie band named bastille if i wanted to

Favorite bands: ah.... i’ve been in a weird music limbo for a while and it’s been hard for me to decide what music i really like and what music i just hang onto bc of nostalgia, but. i like babymetal, panic! at the disco, sound horizon, stars, and within temptation

Favorite solo artist: right now it’s lights!! her most recent album is Too Good. she also, like, discovered and explored her bi-ness through it!!!! she’s so important to me

Song stuck in your head: the intro to forsaken by within temptation got stuck in my head as soon as i typed their name

Last movie you watched?: i actually...... have no idea............ it honestly might have been wonder woman???? holy shit. i don’t remember movies

Last show?: runaways!! i have mixed feelings

Why did you create your blog?: deviantart used to be my internet fandom space, and i remember a big exodus where a lot of people i followed started making tumblrs and becoming more active here. it took a while for me to get on board tho, i don’t remember exactly what got me to make mine

What do you post?: fandom stuff and social justice stuff and dumb personal stuff

Last thing you googled?: i googled the lyrics to forsaken that were stuck in my head bc i forgot what the song was called lmao

Other blogs: i ran @youngjustice-secrets back in the day but i can’t look at it anymore bc i was so cringey and i don’t like the idea of confessions blogs anymore lmao. a few blogs for personal shit that i’d rather not share. @cutiewithabewdy just for seto kaiba shitposts bc i liked the url. @prettyguardiansinsailorsuits which is my blog for postivity/growth/healing, mostly for myself but others are welcome to follow as well

AO3: i....... don’t write a lot of fic and i’m embarrassed about it when i do, so i don’t have one

Do you get asks?: occasionally, not very often

How did you get the idea for your URL?: it’s gracie but the pinyin for how you’d say it in mandarin

I follow: 316 blogs, but most of them seem to be inactive now bc it doesn’t really take too long to go through my dash

Followers: not a lot but enough that it’s kind of scary to think about

Average hours of sleep: i don’t feel good unless i get 10-12 hours lmao. but during the semester it’s something like 3-5..........

Lucky number: mine are 4 and 7 too!! 4 is supposed to be bad luck tho, but i’ve always liked it

Instruments: played piano for 4-5 years when i was little and then switched to violin for ~8 years and subsequently forgot how to play piano. now i can’t really play either, but i’d like to pick them up again. i took a music theory class this past semester which has helped me relearn how to read bass clef, so we’ll see??

What are you wearing?: burgundy sweater with a peplum, jeans, striped ankle socks with dogs above the heels

Dream job: god i don’t even know anymore. honestly i just wanna make cartoons or video games or comics but i don’t have the skillsets or connections for any of those. or, like, sometimes i fantasize about opening a cafe for lgbt+ woc

Dream trip: everyone in my family has been to japan except me so i’d really like to go sometime, maybe with friends. i have weird feelings about travel tho :/

Favorite food: mangoes!!

Significant other?: a doomfist main

Last book I read: i think the last full book i read was a pamphlet from 1893 that i read for a final paper in a history class i disliked; written by ida b. wells, frederick douglass, irvine garland penn, and ferdinand l. barnett; called the reason why the colored american is not in the world’s columbian exposition: the afro-american’s contribution to columbian literature; edited by robert w. rydell

Top 3 fictional universes: ahh this is hard so i’m stealing answers lmao

pre-lok avatar: the last airbender

pokemon

i tried thinking about it for a long time, and even though i don’t really think much about it anymore, i think artemis fowl’s universe was super compelling for me and had a pretty big impact on me growing up, so i’m gonna say that