#fanfic emoji ask game

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

For the fanfic writer ask game.

💖🌠🦗🛌🐸

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

The fics I'm fond of even across fandoms are usually not the most popular, but I love them anyway 🥲 For Tolkien, I play around with different versions of Glorfindel and Erestor, but these ones are the closest/most pleased I am with them:

Something Lost, Something Found

Tilion’s Night

And might be weird, but this smutfest still brings me so much joy 😂

Tales from the Black Book

🌠 What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

Third Age of Arda (Tolkien)

Friends to Lovers

Rivendell | Imladris

There's a certain vibe I like, I know 😂 If we're talking about just tropes though, it would be these three:

Friends to Lovers

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Pining

🦗 Do you write in sequence or jump around?

Jump around. I cannot write in sequence to save my life.

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

Regency AU! A true frustration that I cannot write it, especially since I think Glorfindel especially fits in a Regency AU.

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

This one was answered here! 💛

[eridanidreams]

fanfic writer asks

🤡, 😈, 🛒, ❌, 💔

🤡What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Sloane's gaze narrowed. “I can still throw you right off this roof,” she threatened, not entirely facetiously. He had an Icarus; it wouldn’t kill him.

Adam’s eyebrows went up, and his eyes creased in amusement. “Don't bother. I bounce.”

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

The two ways I'll tease my readers is a) with a cliffhanger--the cliffhanger in Chapter 11 of Odysseus Gambit was entirely deliberate--and b) with foreshadowing or a twist reveal. Admittedly, the fact that I tend to write slow-burn may also be 'mean', but that one's not intentional--I just really like slow burn!

🛒What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Themes: the unloved finding love. Found family. Finding or making hope in a fucked-up world. Characters that love very intensely and fiercely, no matter how much they struggle against it. Characters struggling with loneliness and self-image issues, touch-starvation… If a character has some sort of power or enhanced ability, it's never just beneficial. There's usually a cost or a struggle involved. I'm a big fan of characters discovering their own agency and finding ways to claim and reclaim it even against efforts to deny it.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Disposable Love Interest (specifically women, but men too). Fridges are for the safe storage of food and biological samples. …okay, that came out weird, but what do you expect when one of my OCs is a biowarfare specialist?

💔Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

There's a couple chapter sections in Odysseus Gambit and stars: the bit in OG Chapter 10 where Adam rips open Sloane's trauma, and later in 13 where she's being eaten by survivor's guilt… the hints at Cait's backstory in stars chapter 11… And there's stuff I've written the first draft of for both stars and OG that… yes. My heart will break some more.

[evilwriter37]

🦅 for the ask meme!

Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

For one-shots I just take the idea and run with it, unless it happens to be very long or for a commission. (Commissions often get outlined.)

Long fics? I start by the seat of my pants to get a feel for it, get a few chapters in, and then outline. Knowing the tone of the fic before outlining it can be incredibly helpful.

[sleepingsun501]

💖 and 🦅 for the emoji ask game!!

Zwei!! Thank you for the ask!!

💖 What made you start writing?

Honestly, I think it was boredom 😅 Either that or I felt the need to write my own versions of stories. I’ve been writing short stories about random stuff since I was little, and I’ve always really enjoyed it because I loved reading books as a kid. I guess I just wanted to tell my own stories with characters I loved because I was inspired, and it carried over into adulthood.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I think it’s a little combination of both. I try to outline most of my fics at least a little, and I like to have an ending in mind, but oftentimes the ending (or the whole story) changes as I go. I’ll get a new idea in the middle of whatever I just wrote and just run with it. That’s why it takes me so long to crank out just one chapter. I had a creative writing professor that told me once…

Writing is the least linear process of all time. You have to be crazy, or at least open to being crazy, to do it well. C.S. Lewis said it best, “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad… You must be or you wouldn’t have come here.”

…and omg was she right. So even if I manage to outline a fic, it usually ends up completely off the rails and even better than what I had in mind to begin with.

[woodswolf]

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Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask Game

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

Back in high school I used to carry around a notebook everywhere and be constantly writing in it, but ever since I've had consistent access to computers I haven't seriously used anything else lmao. As for specifically what I use, it's more "any computer + Google Docs" because I find the ability to edit anything anywhere very useful since it means I can easily write at work and at home and on the go in some cases.

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

not a specific line or paragraph but rather an entire scene and a half or so. DLD chapter 4's second subsection (xiii. love (as a wound)) consists of three scenes, only one of which was entirely "new" material (the first scene). the other two on the other hand were partially rewritten and expanded (the second scene) or left almost entirely unchanged from the original draft that i first wrote back in September (the third scene). so like, i think the fact that those were still strong enough to hold up to the quality of everything that was written after it is just really cool and im really proud of those sections as a result.

(i might put those old drafts up on tumblr some day, along with a few other old drafts that were partially written and then scrapped, mostly because i think they're just very interesting in showing how things have shifted over time as i've written more and figured out what worked vs didn't. but some stuff like the original draft of chapter 1 was straight GARBAGE you couldn't waterboard that out of me there's only one section i still kinda liked from that)

thanks for the ask!!! :D

[avatarskywalker78]

🥺 🛒 💞 - for the writer emoji ask

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Friends and family comforting each other - normally with hugs!! There can never be too many hugs!!

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Reconciliation tends to be a recurring theme, as well as open communication, because that is just...so rare in the media I watch, like please, talk to each other!! It would solve so many things!! I also feature insecurity a lot (totally not projecting of course), which of course leads to the comfort part of hurt/comfort.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

My sunshine fave Eddie Thawne!! And also Cisco Ramon, I love him!!

Fanfic Emoji Ask Game

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!��� Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[saynomorefic]

Wilmon hits 5k fic rec challenge

Reblog to receive fic rec asks for a Wilmon fic that:

🌞 made you laugh

😭 made you cry

💔 broke your heart

🌋 got you hot and bothered

🫢 made you do a double take

🧠 made you think

🎧 was an indie hit

🎁 was underappreciated

🪼 hurt so good

💀 nearly killed you

👁️ brought you back to life

💜 was your favorite simon

🧡 was your favorite wilhelm

👥 had your favorite support / side characters

⛪ was your fav Hillerska

🖌️ was a creative concept

👑 fav canon / post canon

💎 fav AU

🩶 self rec: first wilmon you wrote

💖 self rec: fav wilmon you wrote

💛 self rec: your sleeper hit

❤️ self rec: your fic that deserves more love

🖤 fav dark-fic

💟 fav kidfic

💋 fav gender bent / gender swap fic

💥 fav kink fic

🍏 fav post-canon fic

🐤 fav canon divergent fic

🎙️ fav singer simon fic

👑 fav kronprins wilhelm fic

🥀 fav wilhelm renounces fic

💕 fav happy ending fic

🫂 fav unhappy ending fic

💍 fav marriage / engagement fic

🔮 random / other / self rec

Don't forget to tag your posts #Wilmonhits5k

<3

[minisugakoobies]

Oh baby you knew I was coming

Yunho ❤️ because we've been talking about this

I'm not surprised you picked Spider-Man but I *am* surprised at your idol of choice for it...

*****

"Please?" your boyfriend begs, brown eyes wide and pleading. He looks both ways, then leads you down a darkened alley, not really waiting for your answer to the question that he'd just caught you off guard with.

"Really? That's what you want to do?"

Yunho nods as you laugh. The earnest expression on his face is killing you. You love your big nerd so much.

"Ok, come on."

With a wild grin, Yunho kisses your cheek, then starts to climb up the fire escape ladder behind him. When he's just high enough, he leans back to hang by his knees, facing you upside down. His mouth hovers just over yours.

"Got the right height on the first try? Have you practiced this?" you tease mercilessly, giggling as your boyfriend grasps the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. It's clumsy, the two of you bouncing off each other a bit, him licking your chin by accident at one point, but then you find a rhythm, and it occurs to you that there are worse things than dating a Spider-Man superfan. 💕

@kiestrokes

Send me an emoji and I'll write a fic for a kiss

[darkkitty1208]

☕☀️🥰

fanfic drabble emoji game: the comeback

Stephen watches the street outside his kitchen window, slowly stirring the spoon in his teacup. He hears soft footsteps approaching him from behind, and can't help a small smile.

He hears a whine as Tony wraps his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over Stephen’s shoulder.

“You left me,” he mumbles, yawning. Stephen chuckles, placing his cup on the counter and turning around to face him. 

He notices Tony wearing a certain Columbia hoodie. 

“And you stole my hoodie,” he accuses, lips tilted upwards despitefully. 

“Found it in your closet. Mine now.”

Stephen shakes his head, but laughs fondly. 

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

💻🤷‍♀️📈🌹 for the fanfic emoji ask game

💻 What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

All my fics were written on my phone, please I love my phone, my entire fandom life is in this phone, for a cheap phone it has a capacity of 400 gb I'm not even kidding📱✨ 

🤷‍♀️ What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

Keeping Up Appearances confuses me to this day. I think I wrote that fic without thinking too much about it, it was simple indulgence for me (because fake dating in Middle-earth, come on now). Didn't expect it to do as well as it did. Still doing well now, actually! I'm very grateful. ☺️

📈 Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

Ooh, this one’s interesting. I didn't think to check this before! The top three for Tolkien are: 

Keeping Up Appearances 

We Meet Again in Imladris

I Have a What? 

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

My great passion project has to be The Witch-King's Curse. I think it's the fic that got the most research and features my most indulgent Glorfindel headcanons. I also started writing it when I was in grad school, so it also had a lot of psych concepts I wanted to play around with at the time. The fic is currently on hiatus, but I hope to still be able to finish it someday. 

Out of my completed works though, Lórien Dreams was my honest favourite for a long time even though it wasn't as popular. I'm not sure if the tags scare people off, but personally I really like breaking up and making up fics, like make me cry and then put me back together again, that's my jam. 🥲

[vvachillessongvv]

Hello! ❣️

For the Wilmon fic ask, any or all you want!

🧡🌋🩶🪼🖌️

Hi! Thank you, I so enjoyed combing through my bookmarks for this!

🧡Was your favorite Wilhelm:

So hard because I love every Wille! But I think I have to say "for the trees sake" by @enjoythesilentworld

Clumsy, sweet Writer Wille with his poetic words. No wonder Simon fell fast and hard. Totally obsessed with him in this one.

🌋Got you hot and bothered:

This one was difficult because there's so much good smut in my bookmarks but "Sit back and watch (I'm gonna dance for you)" is a recent one by @skibasyndrome (I've bookmarked sooo many of his fics. The smut, their chemistry, it's always 🤌 absolutely perfect)

🩶Self rec- first wilmon you wrote:

Popcorn wilmon my beloved! I can't believe it was only this past June I began writing. It's silly and cute and ends with my first smut scene ever written 🫠

🪼Hurt so good:

This one confused me- do I choose one that hurt but then felt good, or it hurt but it was just good? I'm going to choose one of each since I've got so many to choose from anyways.

Hurt then felt good: "and if my heart should somehow stop" by @grapehyasynth

Sometimes you just read a line that rewires your brain a little bit. For me one such line falls at the end of this little fic "...his lips refute Hades, and his tongue tastes of decades to come." I can't believe some of the wonderful, beautiful things that come from your mind dear author 💜

Hurt but it was good: "Your King" by @idreamofcrackinglocks

It is sooo beautifully written and so very sad and I still think about it.

🖌Was a creative concept:

Ivy by @unfortunate17 comes to mind. Navy Officer Wille x Pirate Simon! Such an incredibly beautiful version of wilmon that lives in my heart.

Ask me about Wilmon fics!

[evilwriter37]

🤡

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Lol, this exchange between Hiccup and Toothless in my latest fic is going to have me chuckling for a while.

[kindlythevoid]

Y’all, y’all, I know this is (among many, many other things) the talk-about-your-fanfics site but I physically cannot talk about them without being prompted. However, because I am dying to talk about them, I have decided to do it in the format of an ask game.

What story (stories?) are you writing rn that you’ll most likely publish next? ∩(´∀`∩)

What story (stories?) are you writing rn that will most likely linger in your head for an undetermined period of time? (*´▽｀*)

What tropes do you like writing about the most? (´▽`ʃƪ)

Lore dump about the OCs (see tags for options)! (∩˃o˂∩)

One individual fun fact for each OC in the tags. ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

Longest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Shortest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ‹•.•›

Fic that is near and dear to your heart? ♡

Top three fics you’ve written (in author’s opinion)? ♡♡♡

Story Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the story; author makes). (◡‿◡✿)

OC Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the OC; author makes). ❀☉‿☉❀

Write another line in your WIP (rude, productive, but okay). ◔̯◔

Drop a playlist for a story! ♪♡♪

Umm… yeah, so feel free to reblog to use the ask game yourself!! Fingers crossed all those nervous writers get to lore dump, yeah?

[lenaboskow]

Bae idk if I can ask for multiple but if I can 🏠and 💀 por favor<3333

🏠--

“What’s up with Buckley?” Lena asked as they made their way into the building. Buck was a few paces ahead of them, and with all the noise, he was out of earshot.

“This is his building. Seventh floor. He’s fine, I promise. Well, mostly, I guess, but he can work, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Damn. There’s no way his apartment survived,” Lena said, stating what Eddie, and most definitely Buck, already knew.

“Yeah, he’s staying with us. Well, if Bobby doesn’t force him to stay with him and Athena. And Maddie, now that I think about it. I think I have competition?”

💀--

“Diaz, Buckley, report. That was an earthquake, we need to get you out before the first aftershock hits,” Bobby calls out on the radio.

“Buckley reporting. I have the couple with me. Eddie… fell when the tremors hit. He was standing on the ledge. His rope snapped.”

There was silence for a second. Then, “Get out of there. We’re sending another crew down. Get the couple out of there. That’s a direct order.” A pause. “We’ll find him Buck, don’t worry.”

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both of these are longer fics (probably ending up in the 30-40k marks) but i won't start publishing until i have several chapters finished because i'm taking a class at the community college this summer and still have to work full time, unfortunately. if you want to be added to a tag list for either of these fics, reply with the corresponding emoji!

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send me an emoji and force me to write the next scene/page, and i'll respond with a snippet of the wip!

[sturniolo-rat]

Lucky because if that anonymous emoji poll even got 1 yes I was gonna do it lol😌 start sending ur emojis to my inbox immediately!!!!