#e answers q's

[sukehiroselei]

hiiii!! for the fanfic writer ask game could u do 40 59 and 60? :D

Hello anon!

40: If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

First of all, I would cry out of pure happiness, and two, I would love for Operation: Parent Trap to get artwork, specifically the scene where Anya is holding both Yami's and Charlotte's hands while walking through a carnival. Just pure self-indulgence 🙈

59: Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes! Many people know I write fics, although none of them, not even my boyfriend, have ever read any of my works. I'm way too shy to share them (esp because I'm venturing into smut), although I'm sure if any of them were brave enough to venture through the YamiChar tag on AO3, they'll quickly figure out who I am. lmao 🫣

60: Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Oh my god, yes! A few times, to be honest! I took screenshots and texted my boyfriend about it and basically rode a high for the rest of the week, so yeah. It's awesome.

As a writer, it means a lot when people leave comments, and I truly love reading them. 🤍

Thank you for the ask!! 🥰

[hemorrhoidbabe69]

Pokemon ive heard of em

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Q&A!!!!

1. Whatcha think the most underrated TMNT show is?

2. Have you ever watched Miraculous Ladybug?

3. Have you ever made any OCS??

Hm…well, in my opinion there is a TON of underrated TMNT media. But for a show…? Most DEF Rise. The reasoning behind that is probs self-explanatory 😅👍🏾.

BUT ML⁉️⁉️⁉️

I WISH MY ANSWER TO THIS WAS HECKS TO THE NO OMG

I refuse to even acknowledge that show exists 😭. I watched the first season with one of my best friends and my little sister and Jesus above…it was the most B O R I N G and most I R R I T A T I N G thing I have ever watched.

The plot is dry. The main character sucks. And the animation is wonky as hell…

IT WOULD’VE BEEN SUCH A BANGER SHOW IF FREAKING ADRIEN WAS THE MAIN CHARACTER OH MY GOODNESS I WOULD PAY GOOD MONEY TO SEE THAT 💵💵💰💵💰💵💰💵‼️

But it kinda amazes me that a show like ML has like…9 season (PLUS also getting rebooted AND multiple movies) while a show like Over the Garden Wall just gets completely forgotten 😐🫥😶…

And as for the OC thing…that’s…a good dang question.

I haven’t made OC’s since like…late 2020 omg. If I do some digging in my old sketchbooks, I’m sure I’ll find something 🫡💞

[starry-blue-echoes]

in the Narrator Speedwagon au, does he narrate part 1 and 2 as well? Because I can only imagine how funny and confusing that could get.

For years Baron Zeppeli had the most annoying voice in his head narrating things, and then he meets Speedwagon and it’s like “YOU!!!” And it’s on sight

meanwhile Suzie Q has no idea who’s voice she’s always hearing until Speedwagon introduces himself to her after Joseph’s funeral. “Oh! The voice in my head!”

“pardon?”

HSRBVHSEBFHBVEHBAEHVBAHEV W H E E Z E -

OH MY GOD I WAS THINKING THAT SPEEDWAGON ONLY VOICED PARTS AFTER HIS DEATH BUT HOLY FUCK THAT'S SO MUCH FUNNIER

oh my g o d I haven't laughed this hard in ages thank you for this I love it

Zeppeli had beef with this voice because he only ever seemed to appear at the worst possible moment. His ship's being attacked by vampires and his father nearly killed him? Finding the Hamon Masters and trying to convince them to take him in? Being told he has a fucking death prophecy??? Now is not the TIME voice so please for the love of all that is holy please s h u t -

this is the real reason the Baron hits Speedwagon so hard when he explains that he wants to learn Hamon

and just. wesfcujaebfuae Suzie sweetie honey-

I LOVE the mental image of Suzie just saying this with a perfectly straight face and Speedwagon's just sitting there like "what :D?" and has honestly no idea where to take this conversation from here

[slashingdisneypasta]

F/O Imagine/Question

Thinking about Adult Online Shopping with your F/O(s). Like, not even searching for toys to use together- you were just casually looking for something new for yourself, your alone time, and your F/O(s) just happen to walk by and get curious. Did they know before you that you masturbate? If not, how do they feel about it? Are they shy about looking at this stuff with you? Do they try to initiate funky time because of this? Are they cool an casual?

Now imagine actually going to the adult store with them XD

[pulim-v]

Eu absolutamente adoro seus desenhos e eu sempre estou ansiosa para vê-los!!!! X3💖✨️💕

AGSHSHFHHD CROI VOCÊ NÃO SABE O TANTO QUE ISSO SIGNIFICA SUA ARTE É TÃO LINDA E INCRÍVEL EU ACHO MTO LEGAL VOCÊ GOSTAR DA MINHA ARTE 😭😭😭😭

VC É INCRÍVEL❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ TE ADORO

E honestamente eu digo o mesmo, toda vez que eu vejo um desenho seu eu acho o máximo, tipo o do cachecol da mãe da Irina????? Genuinamente fantástico adorei

[lvcdrms]

➹ + xiao zhan

➹ for a character created on the spot

talvez. só talvez. eu não consiga decidir entre dois possíveis ocs, então vamos lá.

li yu

26 anos, príncipe mercenário.

faz muito tempo que eu quero um oc baseado no ji chong de the wolf, porque o xiao zhan estava um deleite no papel e ele foi a melhor parte do drama... enfim! falamos de um rogue, o que muitas pessoas pensam quando falamos de mercenário ou caçador de recompensas. alguém disposto a cometer uns crimes em troca de uma quantidade suficientemente agradável de dinheiro, afinal tem que usar suas exímias habilidades com armas e a sua lábia para alguma coisa. aos olhos da maioria das pessoas, li yu é alguém inescrupuloso e hedonista, que só serve a seus próprios interesses, e sua única moral é o que for mais interessante para si mesmo. e isso é... parcialmente verdade. a verdade é que ele tem, sim, uma ética e uma moral muito bem-delimitadas, mas a única pessoa que as dita é a própria cabeça dele. agora, se alguém sente que ele não tem respeito algum pelas autoridades, é porque ele não tem mesmo, e não se envergonha do fato. e se sentem que ele é boêmio, hedonista, self-indulgent, que acha que as alegrias da vida estão em coisas mundanas como uma saborosa taça de vinho e uma bela pessoa (de qualquer gênero) em seu colo... é porque isso tudo é 100% verdade. sim, ele gosta dos prazeres da vida e odeia tédio. sue him.

agora, o que poucas pessoas sabem é que ele nasceu em berço de ouro, um dos príncipes do reino vizinho. pena que o pai sempre foi um canalha inescrupuloso. a verdade é que li yu tinha princípios demais para o homem, e isso sempre foi fonte de conflitos entre ambos. esses conflitos, entre outras coisas, muitas vistas como traições e desacato à autoridade de um homem já paranoico, culminaram com a retirada do título de li yu. destituído de seus títulos reais e militares, ele fugiu para as terras mais próximas e teve de recomeçar de algum lugar... e trapaça e sacanagem davam mais dinheiro que qualquer trabalho honesto que conseguisse. e, ei, ele só trapaceia com nobres e ricos, nosso robin hood! eles que se entendam entre eles. enquanto isso, li yu volta à fronteira dos países regularmente para tentar ajudar um vilarejo a se reconstruir. um vilarejo que, ele sabe, foi impactado por suas próprias ações, ainda que ele estivesse só cumprindo ordens. a culpa disso ele vai guardar pra sempre.

alternativamente...

yuwen qingxuan

29 anos, imperador

the gilded cage! heavy is the head that wears the crown! onnomnomnom nessa casa amamos clichês. e esse é o famoso clichê do personagem para quem o poder é um fardo, uma condenação. qingxuan não nasceu com ambição no coração, mas nunca teve muita escolha. ser declarado herdeiro do trono era a consequência natural de ser o único menino que seu pai conseguira gerar... mesmo que sua mãe estivesse longe de ser a imperatriz. e mesmo que a imperatriz e outras concubinas de mais alto escalão (até o nascimento de qingxuan, claro) jurassem que ele fora escolhido, que o imperador desistiu tão facilmente, por conta da predileção por sua mãe. as origens menos que humildes da mulher, antes uma cortesã, não ajudavam.

desde seus primeiros passos, qingxuan foi treinado para seguir os caminhos de um imperador. todas as suas aulas eram pensadas para torná-lo o melhor político possível. o melhor guerreiro também, embora a saúde física de qingxuan não fosse lá das melhores, e ele foi logo ensinado que isso era algo que teria de manter sempre em mente para que não fosse usado contra si. ao mesmo tempo, a mãe encargou-se de arranjar um tutor que ensinasse ao filho a arte da a politicagem de um jeito que os tutores formais da corte dificilmente fariam, fosse porque ser franco seria considerado demasiado vulgar, fosse porque seu pai, apesar de tudo, e apesar da adoração pelo menino, jamais confiaria nele tanto assim. queria lhe passar o trono, mas não tão cedo. não queria morrer por outra coisa que causas naturais, veja bem.

qingxuan nunca teve a chance de saber o que queria, pois a escolha nunca foi lhe dada. a autonomia nunca foi lhe dada. desde cedo, também aprendeu outra coisa: que teria de pertencer a todos, menos a si próprio. pertencia ao reino e seus interesses políticos, pertencia ao povo. mas não reclamaria muito dessa parte. seu lado idealista ainda sonhava em, um dia, se devesse herdar o trono, ser o melhor imperador possível. alguém que pudesse trazer melhorias reais à vida das pessoas. e, hoje, faz o que pode, tentando ter a humildade de se encontrar com os súditos em pessoa quando possível e ouvir suas demandas. também investe significativamente na arte e nas ciências, e, desde que assumiu o trono, poderia se gabar que o estado tem florescido sob sua administração, se consolidado como um hub cultural na região. a verdade é que sempre achou algum prazer na pilha de livros que era obrigado a ler. e a verdade é que qingxuan mesmo é um poeta, com uma série de versos escritos desde a adolescência... mas estes ele não assina com seu nome, é claro. apenas circulam por aí sob um pseudônimo.

ainda assim, o fardo da coroa é pesado e não o deixa dormir direito à noite. quanto mais considerando as múltiplas tentativas de assassinato que sofreu durante a noite. ainda tenta domar a corte caótica que tem, mas não é pulso firme, ou quiçá tirano, o suficiente para isso, então lhe resta ter jogo de cintura. calcula todos os movimentos que pode quase que obsessivamente. e talvez com o tempo ele tenha, sim, passado a se perguntar como seria ter coisas como liberdade e autonomia. talvez escreva também por isso. mas são apenas sonhos. qingxuan também fez as pazes com seu harém, ou ao menos acha. já viu o suficiente para começar a pensar que, francamente, se nenhuma das mulheres tentar matar a ele ou matar umas às outras, está tudo bom demais. até agora, tudo parece estar sob controle, a não ser que algo tenha sido escondido dele. ao mesmo tempo, ainda precisa encontrar uma imperatriz, e sabe disso, pois todos insistem em lembrá-lo incessantemente.

e acho que ele funcionaria bem com um plot de casamento arranjado (tava pensando nesse gifset quando comecei a escrever), mas também de amor proibido!

[bucket-of-amethyst]

tu é de onde??? sp?? Mt?? 👀 ou minas msm?

ES! Mais conhecido como a praia de vcs sksjd Se vir pro litoral tem chance da gente se esbarrar no caminho kkkk

[taegularities]

rid 🤨 what are u dropping tn 🤨🤨🤨

my sister gave me covid so im prob going to knock out before ur mysterious surprise fic comes out (🤨) but just know that when i wake up at the crack of dawn still coming down from my fever i will gobble it up ‼️

there are quite a few possibilities tbh... 🥹

wait, covid? nooo, i'm sorry, sending (virtual, bc can't come too close) hugs.. may your senses stay unaffected. and djdshsksjs take your time, rest !! i'll be here whenever for the chaos hehe <3

[imoutoni]

Shinobu: "my work is my life". To start our Nezuko & Shinobu thread~!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Whenever Shinobu spoke like that, the young Demoness couldn't help but get excited! The ethereal butterfly was constantly teaching her new things, whether it be something she read in a book, or wise words of advice. They had a very amicable relationship despite the burning rage the Insect Hashira held toward Demons. The only time Nezuko properly felt threatened was the foreboding smile Shinobu would give her when she was scratching up the wooden tables or stealing her goldfish bowl without permission. In her defense, Zenitsu was to blame for pointing its existence out to her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It wasn't only that the shorter female was smart, she had such a passion for chemistry, always showing the girls what herbs to grind and coming up with new ways to weaponize wisteria. What was lacked in strength was made up for by resourcefulness; Nezuko respected her greatly for being both small and scary all at the same time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There appeared to be something specific and deliberate about her words this time. Did the grinning butterfly want to talk to her? Not that she didn't love company, but due to her piqued curiosity, she was caught up in suspense as to what she had to say. With a hum and a head tilt, she prepared to listen.

[sukehiroselei]

For the fanfic ask game, 1, 14, and 16 please E 🥰? Thank you and I hope you have a good day~!

Hi Lyra!! Thanks for the ask! 🩷

1: Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Hmmm, this is tough. I often start out writing and intending my fics to be one-shots, but they typically evolve into multi-chaptered fics. 😂

14: How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

Ooh, great question! Most of my fics so far have been romance-based, so the big emotional moments are often confessions and/or realizations that one of the characters is In Love™.

These scenes typically have a "purpose" (often to advance the plot or spur character growth), so I try to think of the story in its entirety—how we got here + what will happen from then on. I find that this is one of my short-comings as a writer, so I'm trying to remedy it with my current Black Bulls-centric fic to have these emotional tableaus without necessarily having a "purpose" for them other than to create depth in the preexisting characters.

There are times when I try to put myself in the position of the characters I write about, although I wouldn't say I can feel what they feel. For me personally, it's a slippery-slope if I think of myself as the character; I find it difficult to separate *my* feelings from how the character would *actually* react, resulting in a characterization I don't like. (Heavy Disclaimer that this is just my personal preference for my own fics, but I love reading everyone else's interpretations of the characters!!)

I think it's inevitable to draw from personal experiences. I don't think I'm a good enough writer to pull emotions out that I've never experienced myself lol

tl;dr: I revisit the canon and extrapolate from there

16: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Oh my god, there are so so so many. My Google Drive and Fanfiction account is full of unpublished/unfinished WIPs hahaha. I have a notes app document with brief outlines for Black Clover fics and that alone has 30+ items so far. 💀

I'll share a few here because why not hehe:

A) Current working title is In Another Life (although that could still change) — Mereo x Princia fic

Follows the events of the movie, where Mereo scours the ends of the earth for a way to contact Princia in the past. It's a little angsty and a whole lotta doomed by the narrative. An excerpt I really like:

Your soul is molten down by her fire and you hope that maybe she could smith you into something useful. Perhaps a shield in the next lifetime instead of a spear.

B) Memento Mori — Speculative fiction from Julius's POV

Idk if I'll continue this fic, mostly because it strays a lot from the canon and I'm always scared of wandering too far haha. It's basically a fic of how Julius was conscious of Lucius's existence all this time & actually took steps in countering The End to the best of his ability. A little excerpt:

It is a wonder how one could look ahead to the threads of time being woven into an ever-changing tapestry without going mad. Born into a body with two souls, Julius knew that the Other lay dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to take over this mortal shell they shared, and burn the tapestry into ashes.


A lesser man would have gone insane, but Julius willed himself to be strong. So much so that he earned the only coverless grimoire in existence, learning whatever magics he could to keep the End at bay somehow. [...] He could see how each decision could alter the future weaving in front of him. Every word spoken, every action, is a seed being planted to defeat the inevitable End. So this is how Julius lived his life: always steps ahead to ensure that the foundation he builds would be strong enough to keep standing, even when the time that the Other soul fully takes over his body comes.

Thank you so much for playing!! And apologies for the big block of text omg I didn't think my answers were going to be this long hahaha 🙈🩵

[lajoyeusemelancolie]

Tattica migliore per conquistarti👀

Se è una domanda la tua, direi che la tattica migliore è quella di lasciar perdere da subito :)

[therxtking]

She’s eyeballing the shit out of Ira (mostly because she has a lot of eyeballs), tail flicking, ears pricked forward. It’s hard not to look threatening with a face only a bioweapons engineer could love, but the involuntary head tilt probably helps the image a bit.

The obsidian-armored Manticore slowly circles the strange and definitely not a viral mutant creature for a better look at her (and also to turn broadside as a subtle display of her own size, just in case Big, Red, and Pointy is thinking about trying something), but doesn’t get much closer.

Ira is mirroring the behavior. Not outwardly aggressive yet. Circling right back and letting her bulging and rippling muscles do the talking...

[circulating-eel]

I dont wanna spam so. No more for now but,

Behold, ONE BIRD, 5 centimos, 5 pfennig, and THE SQUARE [50c]

OOOOOO THE DESIGNS! THE DESIGNS!!!!! I LOVE THESE!!! i've never seen the the cayman cent before, the sharp angles of the branch on the round coin is so pleasing to the eye.

(also never think you're spamming me, there is nothing i love more than seeing other people's collections)

[desperate-whre]

oh noooo that's so open ended hehe

well let's start here 💕

preference for girls or guys? or equal?

is the kind of friendship you post about something you'd want for real, or is it just a fantasy?

what kinda toys do you own?

do you like to masturbate on your back or on your stomach? it's easier for me on my stomach and i don't like penetration >.>

weirdest kink?

Ohhh I'm sorry you're right that is hard! XD Well if you ever find a cool ask meme, feel free to recc it to me!

You've done really well though, these are great questions XD

Feel free to respond and give your own answers to the same questions!! I'd love to hear ^^

1. Women for sure ^^ Especially older women. So pretty?? Boobs are so excellent??? And I crave the feeling of a cunt rubbing on mine ^^ The hornier I get though the more attracted to men I get til I'm just s o wet and slick and just need/am ready for a cock to ruin me 👅

I do have a huge professor kink though and that is usually a guy in my fantasies ^^ (I have a huge thing for Callahan in Legally Blonde the musical ver XD 😅😅 that v o i c e! XDD )

Oh and werewolves. Ughhh, a big Werewolf cock ravaging me would be so perfect XD

2. For real!! Not with my existing best friend (she's aroace ^^ I'm aro for the record) but if I could meet someone/some people new in real life who are interested in that then that would be 👌 Awesome.

3. I used to own a lil pink bullet but it died on me ): I have been d y i n g to go back to the store and get something new (maybe a suction toy!! I really wanna try new stuff on myself. Get real dirty 😇) but I'm just so busy at the moment 😅

4. I masturbate on my back, propped up on a pillow, or sitting up with my back to the bathtub and my feet propped up on the wall ^^ Though I have done it on my stomach before like you, I just find it easier on my back to reach. I tried standing in the shower 🚿 the other day, too- didn't work. Very sad 😅 I've also grinded on my pillows before which was soooooo good, fuck, but I just feel self conscious about that!

5. Weirdest kink... hmmmmmmmmm... furry stuff? There are some really good twitter accounts that make this beautiful animated art of, like, built anthropomorphic bulls and bears with huge leaky cocks burying themselves in eachother and that puts me over the edge pretty often XD Only cocks I've ever wanted to put my mouth on 👅👅👅

[quillheel]

❝ the more you freak out, the faster you’re going to bleed. just take it easy. ❞ / anatoly :]

Anatoly could hardly hear Jamie over the blood rushing in his ears.

Or maybe that was the pond water keeping pressure pinned inside the delicate inner-workings of the exposed organ. there was watery plant-life clinging to his limbs. cold and wet as his clothing hung and stuck to him like a grotesque mangled scarecrow. his own hands dark with blood and mud and the green syrupy chlorophyll of the plant-life he’d inadvertently dredged up in his struggle. His lungs heaved and bloated their veins like inflated wild streamers in his chest, pained like a lightning strike, either trying to gouge out the water from each of its tiny pockets, or shuddering a terrible frozen shaking throughout him; body heat as a distant memory. 

He would’ve been terrified of suffering from a heart-attack if not for the fact he could barely find the mental distinction between the sections of his chest. ribs and stomach and collarbone fusing in his clouded nerves, his more delicate senses useless against the intensity of his panic. a drowned rabbit’s heart racing when the crane dives into the lake reeds, not expecting it to wriggle its way out of its talons, not expecting the canine to hound in after the both of them, wolfish and smart and vengeful, not expecting both to emerge on the bank; and it not to. 

Anatoly could already only barely remember. A pounding dream of water and color and movement, the muffled sound of gunfire, the tangling of many limbs, the scramble for the surface and the blood that bloomed around him.

His own blood, he knows a breath after he can breathe at all, his own blood.

Teeth marks stretch and mar the skin of his right shoulder down his arm to the joint, like a beast not biting but dragging as though trying to pull the flesh with it, interrupted only by the clean ( or cleaner ) tunnel line of a grazed bullet; likely going for the head. Cloth flaps uselessly in his shivering, or slaps in on itself, the fibers clinging to each-other, greatly like how Anatoly now does to Jamie. Unintentional. His arm is almost black with his blood. ( you think his other hand might be locked into it’s grip on your coat, too cold to move, the joints disobedient and him, unaware, but desperate. perhaps not for you, but for safety, for survival. )

The words take root a 10~20 seconds past their origin date, and his wide dark eyes glance up at Jamie, looking shallow, and dazed, and already dead.

( at least when he starved it was a quiet shutdown. at least when he starved it was easier to look at. at least when he starved, by the time you’d find him, there was nothing to left talk to. )

He isn’t, his body screams even if his mind hasn’t quite caught up yet, he isn’t he isn’t he isn’t he isn’t he-

The first sound that emerges from his throat is entirely incoherent, the attempt of language lost entirely on waterlogged vocal chords and shivering that goes down his throat & chokes him. His second attempt is better, a word — or more accurately approximated sound — that Anatoly taught to mean something like ‘okay’ where he came from. A mother tongue that comes more naturally than English in his distant but confused state. he stops squirming as much, at least for a minute or two, before he starts again like a compulsive writhe, before stopping again. he murmurs something in that same language as he tugs back at the hand locked to Jamie’s coat before seeming to realize what had happened, and changing to the other hand, attempts to roll up the soaked sleeve of its own wounded arm overtop the gashes that may or may not have been wrapped already by the time of his realization. 

Had it been 10 minutes since he was pulled from the water, or 20?

It wasn’t as though he had a watch, either way…