#estrellita is shining

[estrellita-the-north-star]

Lady Estrellita, could I ask you something?

@demigod-jack-hearth

Lady? I not lady i thinks... I only 5 in god years but whats you want mister?

[yurnu]

||(BUTTERFLY EFFECT AU)🍃🔱¡Levántate y brilla estrellita! ¡El mesozoico te dice hola en tu primera día!

Rise and shine little star! The Mesozoic says hello on your first day!🔱🍃||

[martsonmars]

Thanks for the tags @monbons @hushed-chorus and @whatevertheweather. I'm back and it's pick a WIP Sunday!

I really want to get back into writing Snowbaz and participating actively in the fandom. I don't exactly have more free time but I did graduate and I am technically on holiday until October, so let's try.

So I'm sharing snippets from 6 WIPs and maybe I'll be inspired to finish one of them. Help me out!!!!

1. Where Baz is a different blood sucking creature than usual. Prince and the frog but the prince is just a guy and the frog is trying to steal your blood.

The heat would be more than sufficient to make Simon reconsider all of his life choices. Give up on meat. Never touch plastic again. He'd do anything.

But no, clearly whatever sin he's committed—was it writing Jesus/Judas fanfiction when he was 15? It wasn't even explicit!—was enough to condemn him to this.

2. Holiday with the Grimms, where Simon and Baz share a bed in the same room as Malcolm and Daphne.

“Sorry I haven't delivered to my father an updated list of all the cocks I've sucked.” He wasn't smiling, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. The fake smugness. I know he's sucked half a cock (half sucked one cock?) and it was quite a disaster. “He doesn't know how deeply my virtue has already been fucked.”

I still snort at the thought. (The answer is not deeply at all.)

3. TA Simon and Baz showing up to class in a slutty Blackbeard cosplay.

I don't need a complaint for assault (let alone sexual assault) to drive my doctorate even farther away from my grasp.

I just need Grimm-Pitch to leave my classroom and come back wearing proper trousers before my overworked brain cells decide to go on permanent strike. (I'm not sure they haven't deserted me already.)

More snippets and tags under the cut!

4. Where Baz is a dryad and Simon is a woodcutter.

Simon didn't know many things, but he was pretty sure that pines weren't pretty men with long dark hair and pouty lips. Of course, Simon had never seen a man with dark green skin before, either, but he resembled a man more than a pine.

“You are not a pine. You're a man,” Simon voiced his scepticism, and he was rewarded with one more pine cone hitting his forehead. If nothing, the tree man had an impeccable aim.

5. Secret concept for this one.

Tucked in a corner as if he was trying to make himself seem smaller, yet he's got my attention like the masterpiece in a museum. Even the dim light of the pizzeria is enough to imagine the shine of his bronze curls under the summer sun. He's pale and freckled, broad and solid. Sturdy like the old table in my living room. I can perfectly see how he'd fit there, between a stack of Spinoza's complete works and the cabinet where my grandmother's Capodimonte porcelain sits unused. His back to the floor-to-ceiling window that opens on the terrace, surrounded by the bright halo of the hours before sunset. Bright like a Michelangelo in a room that's all Caravaggio.

6. This one I'm going to continue for sure when inspiration strikes, so it's not part of pick a WIP Sunday. It's maybe guess the WIP Sunday in this case.

“Sounds like you could use a break,” his deep voice says from a corner of the hall, as if he's read my mind. I see a pair of long legs first—legs for miles—crossing the room towards me, wrapped in a pair of trousers so tight I can't help but wonder how he'll take them off. (Not that I'm thinking of Baz without trousers.) (I mean, I've seen him without trousers. He wears chitons most of the time.) (He also wears really short shorts.) (I just mean I'm not thinking about taking his trousers off.) (Just. I mean.)

Tags!! No pressure just saying hi because I miss you all!!!

@facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @larkral @raenestee @stitchyqueer @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon @j-nipper-95 @imagineacoolusername @blackberrysummerblog @theearlgreymage @rimeswithpurple @messofthejess @alexalexinii @nightimedreamersworld @captain-aralias @jbrrring @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @best--dress @theotherhufflepuff @run-for-chamo-miles @valeffelees @dragoneggos @gekkoinapeartree @ionlydrinkhotwater @erzbethluna @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @shemakesmeforget @basiltonbutliketheherb @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @aristocratic-otter @noblecorgi

[drowninginships]

Wip Wednesday

Very excited that I finally made a banner! Did I do this instead of actually writing something for this post? Yes! Did I let it stop me? Absolutely not. Everyone has a banner and I wanted to fit in.

Anyway, thank you for @monbons for tagging me! You're so nice and you make my heart happy <3

So I guess I'm finally gonna share a snippet from the (currently untitled) Wing Fic. I'm writing this as a gift for my best friend @valeffelees even though I have never ever written wings in anything. But I love him, and for him, I will learn.

I'd rate this M, but I'll just put a disclaimer here, this is pretty mild but technically NSFW :)

Against my will, my eyes slip closed and my world goes dark. There's only pressure, only friction, only heat. Only Simon. Only ever Simon. When I finally manage to pry my eyes open again, hoping to see the expression on his face, my breath is stolen from my lungs. Red. Everything is red, and orange, and soft, and warm. Simon's wings have fully expanded in his passion, and as I gaze through the clouds of my lust, I can see the sunlight shining through the thin leathery membrane. Small, delicate red veins spread like a mosaic before me. I've never seen something so exquisite.

And there, that's all you're getting from me today. I hope you like it, please let me know what you think!! And I'm gonna add some no-pressure tags <3 @beastmonstertitan @valeffelees @roomwithanopenfire @mooncello @thewholelemon @youarenevertooold @raenestee @blackberrysummerblog @prettygoododds @brilla-brilla-estrellita and anyone else that wants to participate!

[estrellita-the-north-star]

Ums... I is Estrellita ands... Mama cheated on papa with Pan ands thats whys im growing horns...? I also has wings from papa Astraeus!

ands I brought Konpeitō!

// I see some tag games and want to recreate it, this is just to be fun //

Greetings. We are doing a "trauma candy salad" (because I said so), where we go around, naming a depressing experience, and bring a candy. I shall start. My name is Hera, I am in a loveless marriage.

*tears up* And I brought gummy worms.

Tag list (please let me know if you want to get removed) @penelope-is-waiting @cloak-of-ares @the-speedster-god @demigod-jack-hearth @by-the-decree-of-my-crown :)

[guardianasdelrpg]

El amor es intrínseco al ser humano, por eso llamamos inhumanos a aquellos que son incapaces de amar. // De acuerdo con la estrellita, pero cuidado con ir al extremo. No todo amor es romántico, y las personas que no quieren romance en su vida (ni en sus tramas propias), o que están en el espectro asexual o aromántico, no están rotas ni son menos humanas. Cada estrellita brilla distinto, y está bien.

shine bright like a diamond

Ahri❤️

[ministar100]

⭐Little Star⭐ (Digital Version)

The Digital Version of my one of my Inktober 2023 drawings. Mini is the little pink star who will shine until the end.

��─── ∗ ⋅✧⋅ ∗ ────

⭐Estrellita⭐ (Versión Digital)

La Versión Digital de uno de mis dibujos del Inktober 2023. Mini es la pequeña estrella que brillará hasta el final.

[elrincondelcinefilo]

𝕃𝕠𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤 (2024)

'Los vigilantes' es un digno debut de la hija de M. Night Shyamalan

Esta es una adaptación de la novela homónima de A.M. Shine, y está dirigida por su hija, Ishana, que debuta en la realización de largometrajes tras haber cogido callo en varios episodios de la serie ‘Servant’, que ha ido cogiendo cierto culto y ha lanzado a la joven realizadora que, si bien no alcanza a su progenitor, sí que muestra parte de su talento.

(The Watchers en versión original), nos presenta a Mina, una joven artista de 28 años que se ve a sí misma varada en un bosque al oeste de Irlanda de camino a realizar un encargo. Es un lugar inquietante, que no aparece en los mapas y que, según parece, no es posible abandonar.

Ni su furgoneta ni el móvil responden, así que no le queda más remedio que internarse en él para encontrar algún tipo de ayuda, pero para su sorpresa lo que encuentra es a una mujer que la urge a entrar en una suerte de cabaña.

Una de las paredes es un espejo que no permite ver qué hay al otro lado pero sí ser espiado y las luces eléctricas se activan al atardecer, cuando las personas encerradas en ese lugar son observadas por criaturas que emergen de la tierra sin que se sepa cuál es su propósito.

Lo peor, claro está, es que el destino de quienes no consiguen llegar a la cabaña a tiempo parece ser terrible, como atestiguan los gritos.

Las normas son claras: no pueden abrir la puerta después del atardecer, deben mantenerse siempre a la luz y no pueden acercarse a las madrigueras de las criaturas. Mina, no obstante, tiene cierta tendencia a desafiar las reglas, lo que pondrá al grupo en más de un aprieto.

Lo mejor y lo peor del debut de Ishana N. Shyamalan es que comprime material para tres temporadas de estas series en solo 100 minutos, lo que da lugar a una sobreexposición constante a través de libros, recuerdos de personajes, cajas con fotos, cajas con pergaminos, vídeos antiguos, secretos y más secretos escondidos que hacen su guion una sobredosis de letra e información. Pero por otro lado, en comparación con los cliffhangers y eternos secretos de esas series interminables, al menos sales del cine con todas las respuestas.

Algo hace para que sus sorpresas logren acabar cogiendo desprevenido al espectador. 

El terror se aplica atronando y mientras el ritmo avanza sin pausa

Me ha parecido GENIAL y le doy cuatro estrellitas ⭐⭐⭐⭐

[estrellita-the-north-star]

i fronting! new vocal stimm acquired! mwaaaaaaa!!

[giftideasfromaycaramba]

In his first collection of bilingual poetry for children, José Chavez shares lyrical reflections that shine a light on a young Mexican-American boy who sees stars dance across the night sky, longs to sail to Mexico, paints his mother's smile, and loves his grandmother's green chile stew. With two cats and a friendly pig to keep him company, the curious boy embarks on a journey through his imagination as he contemplates what stars do in the daytime, and thinks of questions for the planet Saturn.

En su primera recopilación de poesías bilingües para niños, José Chavez comparte reflexiones líricas que iluminan a un joven México-Americano que ve las estrellas bailar en el cielo nocturno, anhela navegar a México, pinta la sonrisa de su madre, y le encanta el chile verde de su abuela. Con dos gatas y un cochinito amistoso, que lo acompañan, el niño curioso emprende un viaje a través de su imaginación mientras contempla lo que hacen las estrellas durante el día, y piensa en preguntas para el planeta Saturno.

[sgt-morgan]

Favorite things 🧸

Moonknight Masterlist

Part 1: Estrellita✨

Summary: Cassie learns a lesson about respecting others things from her favorite uncles.

Warnings: None, it’s tooth rotting fluff up in this house. (As always, inaccurate depiction of DID as made cannon by the show.)

A/N: I saw a Tik tok of these boys who have a mom that’s like super into teaching them to be respectful humans and I thought of this.

Cassie is a very respectful child. She always uses Kind words. She was always very well spoken, and enjoyed complementing people when they did something she liked. (Just like her mommy does with her.)

“Amo Steven, I really like how you make me smile with your funny stories. You are a very nice uncle.”

“Uncle Marc! I love playing baseball with you because I like to see you more! Thank you for playing!”

“Tío Jake, gracias por dejarme montar en tu coche de lujo. I always feel very safe with you driving.”

She used gentle hands when she was playing with her uncles and cousin, (except when she play fights with Uncle Marc and Tío Jake, then she doesn’t have to be as gentle.)

Cassie sat with her cousin as you finished heating her bottle. She stroked her little cheeks so softly and whispered to her sweetly.

“What a pretty baby my Aurora is! Hi sunshine girl!” Cassie said in her baby voice, then she started singing the song you always sang to your baby. “Good morning star shine the earth says hello! You twinkle above us, we twinkle below!” You couldn’t help but grin in delight as Marc made a face that told you how painfully cute this was from where he sat with the two tiny girls between his legs, helping Cassie prop the baby on the boopy that rested over her legs.

‘Oh my god!’ He mouthed at you, making a motion with his fist striking his heart and fake crying. You laughed as you shook the bottle and approached the trio, starting to hand Cassie the bottle. She gently guided the bottle into the baby’s mouth with your help. Then she sat and fed her, Marc reaching out to help her adjust if needed or to wipe drops of milk that leaked out of Aurora’s tiny mouth. Cassie kept singing the song while she fed the baby, and when she finished, she placed a gentle kiss to her head. You could have sworn Marc teared up.

Cassie was good at many, many things. But she hadn’t grasped the idea that not every thing was hers.

She had OCS (only child syndrome) as your sister so bluntly put it, grousing that she was desperately trying to break the little girl of this habit, but she couldn’t seem to understand that her things were her things, but other peoples things were not under her control, and not to be broken on a whim. You recognized this in Cassie too. If she likes something, she would take it from someone, and unfortunately her uncles were enablers. Steven would let her take his little Egyptian knick-knacks if one really tickled her fancy without hesitation, and quickly assuaged her tears when she broke them (often). Marc would always tell her that his guitar was her guitar and would often let her take it home, leaving him without his favorite pastime, and when she brought it back it usually had a broken string. Jake had an insane collection of hats, but it began to dwindle, because Cassie would often claim them and take them home and color them to make them ‘pretty’. Don’t even get her started about your chapsticks. You felt like you’d spent thousands on the stuff because if Cassie asked for it, you let her have it because when she applied it, she ruined it.

With the baby though, things were different. Aroura had gotten really attached to these pacifiers with stuffed animals on the end of them. She had one of every kind, because you had to have one at any available second. Aurora had lions and dinos and elephants and dragons and llamas and ducks and cows and penguins and cats and dogs and even a tiny Spider-Man one from Peter. It was a vast collection that bordered on hoarding, but if it stopped her from crying, who were you to complain. The baby’s favorite one you had noticed, was the one that was shaped like a frog. If nothing would soothe her, the frog pacifier always did, so you had a stockpile of about forty at this point, to ensure the thing didn’t go out of stock or get discontinued leaving you without a backup. Recently though, Cassie had also taken a keen fascination with frogs. This lead to a very exciting afternoon at your mother’s that your family wasn’t soon to forget.

The baby was screaming, howling in fact. You had put her in a swing in the play room at your parents house with her frog pacifier not ten minutes ago, and she was perfectly content. Now though, now she screeched as if someone had gnawed off one of her limbs. You and your sister rushed into her room from the kitchen, your mother on your heels to see what made her scream like this. What you found was Cassie, playing with the stuffed frog, as she tried to shove the frog-less pacifier into Aurora’s mouth. You gasped and picked up the baby as Jake entered the house with a backpack that thankfully had a backup frog pacifier.

“Cassie! What did I tell you about doing that!” Her mother admonished with exasperation clearly staining her face.

“It looked like fun momma! And he’s so green, and I needed him for my tea party!” Cassie shrugged, getting back to her tea party.

Jake heaved a heavy sigh as he handed you the pacifier. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. He said crouching to the girls level to make eye contact. They talked for a long time while Cassie sniffled and wiped tears. Once Jake was done explaining, she threw her arms around Jake and went back to playing.

“what did you say?” You asked, watching her calm down soundlessly and clean up her little mess.

“Nothing much mi vida, she gets it now.” He shrugged, taking the baby gently from you and assuaging her tears instantly. Your baby is a total daddy’s girl. (So we’re you though so, who are you to judge.)

From then on Cassie grew a new respect for peoples things. She could often be found putting things back where they belonged, pushing them back onto the counter more firmly so they wouldn’t break, truly listening when other children said they didn’t want to share their favorite toys. A necessary and refreshing change of pace from her previous antics. You’r sister heralded this new update as a miracle, and it further cemented Jake’s talent as a child whisperer in the eyes of your family. Cassie was now very respectful of others things, but it came with a very surprising (and adorable) side effect you weren’t expecting.

You and Cassie were constantly chasing each other around. Roughhousing was a common pastime in your household, and it was never shocking for you or the boys to be chasing the small girl around the house or vice versa trying to smack each other (lightly). You were running around smacking each other on this particular day, and Cassie had just caught up to you, and was about to smack you on the butt when she weirdly stoped and looked very serious all of a sudden. Then she stopped fully and said she didn’t wanna play anymore.

“What’s up Cassie? Why did you stop?” You frowned, crouching to talk to the little girl.

“Nothing, I’m just being respectful of Tío Jake’s favorite things!” Then she skipped off, going back to playing with her stuffed animals and coloring books. It took you a second to catch up to what she was saying.

“JAKE LOCKLEY! VEN AQUÍ AHORA MISMO!” You yelled from the kitchen. He wandered in holding your very happy baby girl with a shit eating grin.

“Sí, Mi Vida?” He grinned even harder, bouncing the giggling baby girl in his arms. “What’s the problem, you wanted her to be respectful of other peoples favorite things, it’s not my fault she’s a very perceptive child. ¡Tu glorioso trasero es lo que más me gusta!” You grinned and smacked him on the arm, and he feigned a wounded look. “Te quiero, cariño.” He said puckering his lips at you and leaving the room.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

[estrellita-the-north-star]

yeyeyey! tanks miss persephone i wont lets you downs i promise!

hallo miss persephone! cans i be a helper? i wanna help!

@estrellita-the-north-star

of course you can dearie!

[littlepadika]

Will the Thief join the daddies?

And what would his Little's name be? I could see it being Jewel or Diamond. Something shiny. ;)

I like little gem for sure buuuut what about Estrellita (little star)? Because of all the shiny things he can steal, it never compares to his little star 🌟🥺

Warnings: DDLG

"Try it on, mi Estrellita." He calls you over, holding the diamond necklace between his fingers. You giggle as the cool diamonds touch your neck. "There. Papi's little star shines even brighter now."

"Thankie daddy" You beamed up at him. "What did you get?"

"Look at this." He placed a gold crown on his head.

"Papi! Are you a king now?"

"I think so. Only if you'll be my queen, estrellita."

~~~~~~~~

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[bizarrebaby]

Preview!

Here’s a little passage from a Pero Tovar/Virgin!Reader I’m working on!

CW: sexual content

Pero did not fancy himself a teacher, he saw himself as a taker, one with no patience for uncertainties and incompetence. But for you, he would be anything. And regardless of what he was, what you deserved was a gentle touch. Subtle, comforting, patient, and understanding. 

All words that had never been used to describe him.

Over time, the kisses grew deeper, the touches flirted further beneath the clothes, until the night came where he held you against him in his bed, eyes begging for more as you looked to him for guidance. Never had he been so frightened at the thought of bedding a woman. He was a scoundrel with hands only fit for killing, and he was terrified of hurting you somehow.

But he’d be damned if anyone else took this honor.

With every piece of clothing he stripped your body of, you looked at him with such trust. He felt your heart beating in his rough palms, like the flutter of a bird’s wings. Never before had he been responsible for something so pure, so delicate. His relations before you were intimacies he had paid for in coin, encounters that didn’t require any gentleness on his part, where he cared little about any pleasure or pain besides his own. If he were to do one thing in his life with tact and delicacy, it would be this, he promised himself. 

“Tell me again, hermosa, how many before me have seen this beautiful body?”

“N-none. You’re the first, Pero.” 

He hums in satisfaction, running his hands up your stomach to cup your breasts. His thumbs stroke over the hardening peaks, causing a hitch in your breath as you shudder. 

“Oh, mi estrellita, so sensitive,” he descends, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking almost harshly for just a moment before pulling away, admiring how your breast shines with his spit. You squeak out a shaking moan. “I wonder if you’re this sensitive everywhere else? Don’t tell me. I’ll find out myself.”

[nickitxrres]

Nicki's offer to take all the blame was more deep-rooted than others maybe really knew. It was just always easier for people to blame her because the amount of times she screwed up - it was conceivable to believe that anything going wrong was her fault. Why not throw the blame onto the usual mess? She was used to disappointment and anger and she could handle it well enough. But Fleet was right - he wouldn't do that to her and she knew that. He really was the sugar cube in the mountain of salt.

She let go of the spoon as he pulled her bowl away. Obviously she wasn't going to need it in the near future. But before she could hide her hand back under the blanket for warmth he had captured it in his own. Damn if she didn't feel the heaviness in her heart just a bit more when he did. But she pushed it down to look up into Fleet's eyes so he knew she was listening to him speak. He was right - while he had mentioned that Zack wanted Fleet exclusively to himself, Fleet hadn't mentioned that Zack had explicitly singled her out. She didn't know if she should feel flattered or insulted by that. Nicki was gonna choose the former.

Her question wasn't going to remained unanswered. Well, at least not totally unanswered. Even Nicki heard what he was saying, even if the massage of her hand was incredibly distracting at this point. "You know, you should start offering massages around town because this feels amazing." Once again she realized she was pivoting the conversation to something less deep but when she started facing moments like this, it was easier to deflect. "Zack really has no idea how lucky he is to have you, does he? You are the sweetest, kindest, warmest, touching soul that I've known. If anyone can show him what it means to be happy, it's you. Of that, I have no doubt."

"But I want you to do something too, okay?" She had pulled out her other hand to clasp over his to pause the kneading he was doing on her palm so he could listen. "I want you to make sure you're happy too. And I'm not saying that with any poke at Zack because I can tell you're happy with him, but don't worry so much about making him happy that you forget your own happiness too. You deserve to be as happy as you want others to be. Keep your shine, mi estrellita."

"Nicki," Fleet exhaled her name, a little exasperation in it. "Why would I put all the blame on you? I'm not that much of a jerk." He knew the bit about letting Zack getting a couple of jabs in was her way of trying to keep things from getting too serious, but Fleet didn't want the more concerning part to get lost in Nicki's habitual need to keep things on a joking level. Fleet had no room to throw stones, considering his own kneejerk need to smooth things over and placate everyone, but hey -- he was trying to be more mindful of it, so he might as well drag Nicki along on the tandem bike ride to allowing themselves to acknowledge when they were upset.

Fleet put his bowl on the nearby table and dragged his chair closer to Nicki's, taking her bowl away for the moment too and reaching for one of her hands with both of his own. "It's okay," he said, and didn't want to leave it there so he continued, "we were both a little messed up at the moment. In prime mistake-making territory. And you didn't know that I'd promised Zack not to sleep with you, specifically, again. I mean, not with anybody else in general but yeah. Not with you."

He stroked her wrist and fingers, pulling down the lengths of them in a sort of massage as he held Nicki's gaze. "You know why, right? Why he'd tell me not to be with you?" It wasn't a test, so Fleet said it: "You're his friend. I think he likes keeping things separate, y'know? He didn't want me sleeping with you again because I'm his lover and you're his friend and he doesn't want things getting messy. And I want to make him happy, Nicki, he's known so little happiness. That's what I'm the most upset about. I made a mistake, sure, and he's forgiven me and everything, but I can't stand that I made him think that I don't care about his feelings."

[drowninginships]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

First of all, thank you soooo much to @monbons and @valeffelees for tagging me, I nearly had a whole breakdown over how nice this fandom is and how good it feels to be included in something like this. Yall are the sweetest, thank you <3 1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Uhhhh, yall name your WIPs beforehand? I currently have two documents titled "nose ring simon" and "wing fic" and I typically title it just before I post it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” I think you'll find this is a pretty easy formula for most, if not all, of my fics. Simon + Piercing + Baz Horny. Alternatively, Simon + Wings = Baz Horny. Sensing a theme?

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Explicit tags, for sure. It'd be pretty funny to tag the wingfic as monsterfucking, so I'll probably do that, but otherwise, nothing crazy going on here. Just boys very much in love.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? "wing fic" often affectionately gets called "how the fuck do wings work" or "goddamn motherfucking physics"

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next? Definitely the piercing one. The wing fic isn't cohesive or coherent at this time, and it's more of a collection of scenes rather than a whole fic, anyway. I'm having a lot of fun writing the piercing one!!!

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) Please see answer #1. It's truly mind boggling to know that some of yall are out here naming WIPs.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

Of course it's gold. Everything about Simon is gold. His mind, his body, his soul. The color of his skin and his hair when the sun shines through it from behind. The small loop now adorning his nostril.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. For wing fic, I was trying to figure out a way to make an au scene where everyone has wings, and I could do a little, like, wing caretaking session? But I couldn't find a solid enough reason for everyone to have wings, and also I realized I just didn't care enough about that scene to pursue it further.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? I find this question particularly difficult. I don't know that there are any stories I want to tell, right now. Usually when I want to write something, I schedule it in and I do it. Right now, there's nothing on the back-burner.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Only the 2! I'm not usually one to work on multiples at a time.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Re: "goddamn motherfucking physics," I've never been super into fantasy or a fandom that particularly liked wings, so I genuinely have no clue how these things work. I took on this project as a gift for @valeffelees after he lamented the lack of wing fics for him to devour, and while I'm not an expert, I'm certainly trying my best. But like, the anatomy??? of a wing???

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. Again, thank you both so much for tagging me. You're exactly who I would have tagged here, so instead of tagging you both again, I'll tag @thewholelemon even though I know you've already filled this out <3 Also, I'll tag @chaoticgaywitch @iamamythologicalcreature @youarenevertooold @beastmonstertitan and @brilla-brilla-estrellita because you all played our stupid little poetry game and brought me a lot of joy!