#for them (writing/ask games etc)

[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?

[silvery-bluish]

12, 33 and/or 40 for Ars plus their guys, and 1 or 25 for your special mystery box edition, whichever fits The Vibe (tm) more?

Here's some kisses!! Prompts from here. Oops all chargestep. (plus some original work stuff)

2k-ish of various kisses. I don't think? Any warnings really apply?

And 33 answered here

12. Kisses on the corner of their mouth - FHR - Chargestep, 720 words

It’s kind of mesmerizing, watching Arsinoe scale the side of a building. Handholds seem to present themselves without hesitation, their gloved fingers digging into brick or finding safe places to rest on rusted fire escapes.

Better still when they're coming down from a building, towards him, their jacket zipped and mask covering their face. Dropping into freefall for the last portion of it, rolling with the landing and coming to their feet like this is what they do every day of the week. Probably is, knowing them. Knowing the business they're both in.

“Gone,” they report, with a slight shake of their head. “Headed out of the city, I didn’t catch where, exactly. North, but they could double around.”

There’s shades of frustration in there, they’d been trying to catch the group, not just following them as they tried to shake off pursuit. But one of them was handy with a… small explosive of some sort, and it had caught his bike, and they couldn’t keep up with cars on foot. Even if Arsinoe was moving in a straighter line than the poorly-planned Los Diablos roads. Earthquake only made that worse.

Ricardo offers them the energy drink he’d stuck in his jacket pocket when he’d stopped to fill his bike’s tank with now-burned gas. "Here," he says, and they take it from him, frustration blurring to resignation.

Arsinoe pops the tab on the top, and hisses in annoyance when the carbonation fizzes out the opening and over their hand. Mask still over their face, so he can't actually see the glare they shoot his way, but the snap of their head towards him is plenty implication.

“Hazards of the job,” he shrugs, spreading his hands in supplication. “Figured you could use it.”

They shake their left hand out, trying to get the worst of the drink off, before pulling their mask up over their nose to expose their mouth. “Something that isn’t carbonated travels better,” they say, before tipping the can against their lips and taking a long drink.

“What, no thank you?” he jokes, to fill the silence as he watches the motion of their throat as they swallow. “Criticism is all I get, even when I’m being helpful, I see how it is.”

Arsinoe puts the can down on a window sill, and takes a step closer to him. They look up at him through their mask, stare intense despite the fabric in the way.

“You’re too calm about this,” they accuse him, “You don’t like losing someone any more than I do.”

“I got a tracker on their car,” he says back, smug. “Unless I shorted it out or they’re smarter than I think they are, we should be able to catch up when they slow down.”

A beat. He’s not sure what they’re doing, exactly, but he can afford a couple seconds to let them work it out, gears practically smoking between their ears.

And then they make whatever decision they were thinking through. Arsinoe yanks him down by the collar of his jacket, gloved hands fisted in cloth, and it takes Ricardo a moment to realize they’re kissing him, not headbutting him.

Mostly because they missed, and pulled too hard, so it’s really more a collision of the side of their mouth with his cheek and just a bit of his lips.

A smile breaks across his face. He’s kissed them before, sure, and they’ve let him, haven’t kneed him in the dick for taking liberties, but they haven’t kissed him before.

“Want to try that again, Ars?” he laughs, and they grumble at him, before shifting to kiss the other corner of his lips. Deliberate, this time, a punctuation mark, less a punch than a tap this time, before they step back with an air of finality. He stays leaned over for a moment longer.

"No, shut up, we're busy," they say, shoulders rising as they turn to pick their drink up again. "If we backtrack and steal Chen's car we can catch up."

There's sugary energy drink on his jacket now, too, and it's going to dry gross and tacky while he tries to get Chen's keys out of him and Arsinoe probably just hotwires the damn thing, but that's alright. Ricardo trails after them as they stalk off, grinning like an idiot.

40. wake-up kisses - FHR - Chargestep, 640 words

They’d have an easier time appreciating breakfast in bed if they weren’t still trapped there. Arsinoe picks up the coffee cup and nurses it, warm ceramic in their hands, and eyes the accompanying food.

Huevos rancheros. Ricardo’s a good chef, and they like his food, but it feels a little weird to be eating something actually prepared for breakfast instead of just grabbing a protein bar.

“Something wrong with it?” Ricardo asks, from his own chair next to the bed. He’s holding his plate in one hand, fork in the other, mostly watching them. Still all scratched up, so they blame that for him almost dropping his bite instead of the fact that he’s watching them instead of his food.

Arsinoe shakes their head. “Going to get me used to room service,” they joke, putting the cup down to pick up their fork. He has a bed tray table. They can’t tell if he had it before all this, or if someone purchased it very quickly after the car crash. Can’t check by peeking at his brain, although they could ask.

They won’t ask.

“Would that be so bad?” Ricardo says, instead of joking back, and they wrinkle their nose.

“It’s not very efficient.”

That startles a laugh out of him. “Mierda, Ars, it’s not all about efficiency. And you’re more efficient when you’re rested and fed real food instead of just downing another cup of coffee.”

“And a protein bar,” they clarify, instead of calling him the pot to their kettle. Like he’s ever slowed down to rest when he wasn’t physically incapable of continuing.

“Oh, and a protein bar, my bad,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Eat the eggs, Ars. For my soul.”

“Dramatic,” they mutter, but they comply, so he ignores it. The food is good. Arsinoe thinks he made the salsa, too, not just something canned. And he doesn’t stare at them about it. Just eats his own food.

They set their fork down, and go back to curling their hands around the coffee cup. Not as warm anymore, but they're pretty used to lukewarm coffee.

“Real breakfast has its perks, hm?” Ricardo asks, verbally poking at them now, and they roll their eyes, more to keep from admitting he’s right than because they disagree.

Give him an inch, and they’ll… end up living in his guest room, apparently. Arsinoe hums into their cup, not an affirmative or a negation. But they know which he'll take it as.

When he comes to collect their plate from them, he leans closer over them. Close enough for them to smell his soap. Hands taking the tray away from them, so they don't have to contend with the extra annoyance. He starts to lean away, but some impulse makes them grab his shirt, hand curling into cotton.

“Need something?” he says, deliberately flippant, and they can’t really see his expression from this angle, don’t think Ricardo really needed to lean this far over them to pick up a tray. Just the side of his face, the stubble because he hasn’t shaved yet this morning, the lines forming at the corners of his mouth and his eyes. Smiles and worry alike.

Arsinoe turns their head to kiss his cheek, barely more than a brush of their lips against that stubble — prickly, not their favorite sensation — before releasing his shirt. “Thank you for breakfast,” they say, annunciation careful and precise.

“You’re welcome,” he says, the response automatic as he leans back. And then he smiles, just setting the tray on the dresser instead of taking it out of the room. “Should I get the kiss the cook apron out?”

“Incorrigible,” they mutter, but they’re smiling too, even as they cross their arms over their chest — ow — and settle back into bed. This could be worse. At least there’s good room service.

1. goodnight kisses - Original Work - Shell, Rill & Des, 529 words

Rill punches Des in the shoulder, and he laughs at them, which makes them scowl. “You’re just proving why you failed the fitness test, Rill,” he says, and they roll their eyes.

“And who’s the only reason you passed the damn ‘basic intelligence’ test? You’re shit at math and we both know it.” They know they sound angry, but Des just keeps smiling. All bark, no bite with him. Basic intelligence their ass. Random smattering of math problems and logic puzzles, just another stupid hoop to jump through, another trick to perform.

“Yeah, I’d probably lose my head if you weren’t there to remind me about it,” he slings an arm around their shoulder, bringing them close. “It sucks that I got the job and you didn’t, Rill, but c’mon, we split rent anyway. Next round will be on me and my newly-gained riches?” The job didn’t pay so well as all that, testing out parts for a company who hadn’t felt inclined to share its name, but it didn’t have to. Just had to clear checks, and plugging stuff in to make sure it worked wasn’t hard, just boring. Rill couldn’t help but smile back at him— infectious.

“Damn right you better get the next round,” they say, and then Desmond’s pocket starts ringing.

“Eleven,” he says, fumbling his free hand to switch off the alarm. “Why’m I the one who has your pill alarm?”

“Tit tacks,” they say, correcting him to something more fun than just ‘pills’ instead of answering the real question. They’d ignore the alarm, left to their own devices, but they won’t ignore him.

Rill would spring for something long-release so they don’t have to worry about it, but that’s more expensive, and Des is cheaper than an implant. Also, he’s the only one of the two of them who has a job, and the ink is still drying on that contract. It’s back to the boards for Rill in the morning, which they aren’t looking forward to. But it’s something, at least.

Rill fishes the blister pack from the inside of their shirt, and swallows a pill dry. Waiting for a cup of water feels like too much effort, when they’re also watching Des fumble with their apartment key one-handed.

Their apartment is kind of shit, peeling paint and busted heater that means all the water runs ice-cold, but they’ve been burning goodwill with late rent for months at this point, so the two of them have to take what they can get. It’s got what one could generously describe as a ‘bedroom’ that’s more ‘closet with delusions of grandeur.’

Rill sleeps on the fold-out.

“I’m going to sleep,” Des says, yawning, and he smacks a wet kiss to the shaved side of their head before stumbling off towards the bedroom. “Love ya, Rills.”

“Swap out your patch,” they call after him, and he flips them off before disappearing through the doorway.

It’s only once he’s gone and asleep that they finish processing what he said, and his first shift starts early enough the next morning they don’t catch him beforehand.

And then they don’t see him for a long, long time.

25. kisses in the rain - Original Work - Problemsolving, Gabi & Michael, 573

Gabi's lucky they brought an umbrella. They stand in the rain at the edge of a park, devoid of people because it's, you know, pouring down rain, but it's nice to be alone for a minute.

Too many people talking, yelling… they'll get carried away by it, yell back, and that always sucks. Easy to say stuff they don't mean, when they're angry. Better to take themself outside and get their socks wet.

The windows of the cafe glow warm orange behind them, more friendly ember than bonfire-in-progress this way. They shut their eyes, breathing slow and even. Maybe they'll go back in, after a walk. Just a bit more space to clear their head. Calm's easy, when there's nobody to fight with.

The sandpit has gone solid, water pooling silty and brown in the valleys left by children. The benches would all be awful to sit on, unless they're trying to get wet pants. Even the pavilion wouldn't offer much protection, the ceiling more pergola than anything else. And the hiking paths are too muddy, really, they're wearing the wrong shoes for all that. But they trail along the paved walking path, usually populated by joggers.

Just them, right now.

Not for long, though. There's the pound of feet on concrete, and when they turn slowly, Michael's standing there with his fists balled at his sides and trying to catch his breath.

Gabi almost laughs. They don't, because he'd probably take it badly, but Michael really does look like a drowned cat. Borrowed t-shirt and too-big pants darkening with the water, wicking up the legs where they trail over his shoes a little. He's not actually a small man, but he does look rather silly like this. Hair frizzing and flattening, shoulders hiked up like he's squaring up for a fight. Or bracing for impact.

"You don't have an umbrella," they tell him, stating the obvious, and then something clicks, and they do laugh. "Are you--" having a romcom moment, chasing after them into the rain because they were leaving-- "I'm not going anywhere," they say, firmly, and his shoulders dip slightly. "You're getting drenched, My."

"You didn't say anything," he says — grumbles — and they drift back towards him, holding the umbrella up a bit higher so it covers both of them. "Thought you weren't coming back."

And also they abandoned him with a bunch of people he barely knows, or has barely started talking to again. They wince, but he doesn't seem mad, mostly just a little petulant. "Just needed a little space," they say, shaking their head. "Or I was going to punch Shaw in his stupid smug face."

Michael huffs a little laugh at that, trying not to let it show and failing rather spectacularly. "He is smug. You deal with that all the time?"

"It's offset by the fact that he's usually right," their turn to grumble, but they pivot to a smirk, tilting their head to look at him. "We can go back in. Do you want to do your romcom thing first?"

"What?" Affronted, feathers ruffled, head snapping up to look at them.

"We both know you were thinking about it, the emotional run out into the rain with no umbrella, the silly dramatic lighting thing, I dunno, you're the one who watches all those—"

He kisses them like a punch to the mouth and they laugh into it, umbrella falling to the side for verisimilitude.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

As someone who watched last night’s episode, you had the right idea to stop.

Why’s it so bad

Because Tim Minear is a power-drunk hack.

[littencloud9]

”you remembered that?” + kunikidazai ? :D

hehe hi anon!!

"Kunikida-san, do you want one?" Kunikida looks up and sees Atsushi holding out a plate of donuts from the café downstairs. They are all topped with different flavours and decorations. "Oh, thank you. Any is fine," Kunikida replies. Atsushi nods, reaching for a napkin and the chocolate-covered donut when Dazai suddenly speaks up. "Kunikida-kun likes vanilla best. The one with the— no, the other one. Yeah, with the drizzle." Kunikida glances at him in surprise. "How do you know that?" As Atsushi passes him the donut, Dazai gives him a weird look. "You said it yourself. That time when we got donuts for everyone last Christmas." Kunikida gapes. Now that Dazai mentioned it, he did say that, but that was almost seven months ago. He can't believe... "You remembered that?" Dazai flinches. He turns away, resting his chin on his palm with an air of faux nonchalance. "I just have good memory." Kunikida's heart skips a beat. He huffs, kicking Dazai gently from under the desk. "Thank you." Dazai doesn't reply, but he kicks back with reddening cheeks, and Kunikida smiles to himself.

[lemonadeslice]

hello i may be coming to the end of my reserves of sibling horror movies that i can draw vague thematic through-lines through! i would love suggestions if anyone has more!

ideally they'd be stories where the focus is on the siblings' relationship as opposed to just having siblings in, but i've bent the hell out of that rule myself, so tbh i'll accept anything. basket case is on my list. this is a lawless place.

[f0linasahl0]

hi!! hello!!! please feel free to send me asks!! i'd love to answer them!! might take a second for me to do so though as my notifs are broken or something.

though seriously feel free to ask me anything in the asks. anything !!

though here's some of the things i enjoy if you wanna ask about any of these:

-squid game

-twenty one pilots (lore and non lore)

-the maze runner series

-harry potter series

-breaking bad

-supernatural

-stranger things

-anything i've reposted or posted about

-etc etc etc

pls pls pls don't hesitate!! i'd love to answer anything you all ask <3

[kakusu-shipping]

Sorry to say that I am once again coming to bug you about the Swatchlings specifically jgufhgjgk

The mental image of them parading you around is just sooooo cute to me and I must know more about your dynamic!! Whatever you’ve got on them!!

Also you should share about Watanuki and Doumeki, if that’s not too much!!

NO THANKYOU FOR BUGGING ME ABOUT THE SWATCHLINGS I FINALLY HAVE MORE TO SAY ABOUT THEM THEN JUST "Colors... pretty <3"

First of all I just found this term yesterday but it's perfect so; All the Swatchlings are Butler Caregivers.

They like to take care of a little like they're nobility. Bring them fancy desserts and finger clean foods and teas on silver platters. Button their shirts and tie their shoes just so. Follow them around exactly two paces behind, hands off unless absolutely necessary or directly asked for.

They like to use names like "Young Master/Mistress" or royal variations if requested, and play up the act of the cool collected butler who diligently watches over the house's perfect little bundle of joy.

They do tend to be. Pretty excitable though.

If their young master is looking particularly cute that day they can't help but squee over them. Cooing the sleepiest babies, or repeatedly pouring compliments over a little's hand chosen outfit that they put on all by themselves.

They're also all big Commit to the Bit types. Give them a role in playing pretend and they will play it as straight as Shakespeare, as serious as the most committed stage hand. This is their life now. Should they be the biggest bad in all the seven kingdoms or just a humble guest to a tea party, they are committed, and they are dramatic.

Their favorite activity is painting with their little, though will have a moment of panic if the baby, or surrounding area, gets too filthy. Their least favorite is Hide-and-Seek, just because they're all very quick to assume they've lost the child forever and will never find them again. Also if one of them looks in a hiding spot and sees a Maus then everything goes to chaos.

Each Swatchling is a little different of course, and I just tend to break them into the 6 colors to talk about so for specifics

Red is overly romantic, they love a story to read bedtime stories about princes who save princesses from dragons, or better to act at the princess being saved by their heroic knight. They're the best cook of the six but get depressed if they're missing baby time because they're in the kitchen making all the tiny food, so they tend to shove their responsibilities off on the other Swatchlings. They get lonely easy and tend to be just a bit clingy compared to the other 6, they need more hugs, kisses, and gifts than the others by quiet a bit.

Orange is a perfectionist who loves to pick out his little's perfect outfit, button their shirt, and tie their shoes just so every morning. He'll also brush and style their hair with little ribbons and bows if he's allowed. They're the first to go hands off when a little gets too messy for them, opting to go find a change of clothes for someone else to put them in to, that they'll then adjust as needed after they're all cleaned up. The most he'll do is gently wipe his little's face with a napkin while they're eating, but even that they may have to change gloves afterwards

Yellow is a lot more about the stuffie parties, especially ones he made. Serving over tea parties with all his little's stuffies, setting up movies and placing every guest so they can see the screen. He enjoys a good pillow fort with soft blankets and hot tea and quiet sleepy nights. What she hates is being the one who has to clean it up because she's the Caretaker so it's up to her to put everything back where it goes when blue eventually comes in and carries the baby back to their big plush bed. He just wants to go to bed but he's gotta take all these pillows back to their original rooms...

Green loves to be outside with a little. She wants to set up an easle and a canvas and watch her young master sit peacefully in the rose garden weaving flowers together to make wreaths and bracelets and crowns. She enjoys the babble of the brook and the rustle of leaves in the wind and the warmth of the sun. All idealized versions of the outside she adores. Heavy forbid though her little prefer to dig in the dirt, or stomp in puddles, or run and be loud and messy. She's more of a nice calm picnic in the sun outside type, not so much tag and red light green light red rover play outside type.

Blue's a music lover, they love to sing to their little or play the piano for them, write them little songs about how great they are or how fun it is to do basic chores like brush your teeth or eat breakfast. They're more of a bedtime caregiver, they love a sleepy little to listen to their lullabies, to rock gently and tuck comfortably into bed. They're the shortest of the six Swatchlings and just a little touchy about it, so little things like not being the first choice for carrying the little or struggling to place dangerous things out of a baby's reach would get to them. They're also the only Swatchling to place and uphold rules like Bedtime, Clean up, and Time Outs (if need be). They're the leader when Swatch isn't around.

Purple is the odd one out of the Swatchlings. She LOVES a chaotic baby, she loves a mess, splatter paint and mud and food fights. She loves bath time with an entire bottle of sudsy soap and lavender lotion. She loves toys all over the floor and snacks on every surface and open but not yet finished juice boxes. She comes across a lot more like an older sibling CG than a butler. She tends to get scolded a lot by Blue and is usually more on clean up than play supervision, however she's the only Swatchling willing to deal with a messy baby meaning she eventually has to be the one to step in and change her little's clothes, help them wipe up a spill, or get them ready for bathtime. She's the oldest of the six and the most mellow (but she still can't handle Maus)

[altschmerzes]

🌹🌹 Wriggle Up and/or New York Minute pleassssse 🙏

yesssss okay new york minute has taken over my brain for a moment so i'll go with an excuse to share some of that one

('new york minute' is my first fic for the bear, btw, it is a cousin michelle from the christmas episode pov of The Whole New York Debacle. as always i am really really anxious taking my first try at character voices, and picking a pov character who is a minor side character in one (1) episode has been both freeing and anxiety provoking LMAO. so. here's this.)

(also it's.... long. we know this about me and clips.)

As soon as Carmy is under her roof, safely tucked away in her guest room, Michelle takes what feels like her first full breath in since Christmas. It’s not like everything is magically okay now - Carmy certainly isn’t okay, and he’s just one little piece of the whole fucked up puzzle, but she’s finally done something about it. Michelle has found the one piece of that puzzle that she can do anything about at all and she’s done it. That’s the part that’s driven her the most out of her mind - knowing that things need to be done, that nothing is alright in Chicago, and not knowing what to do. Who to try and help, never mind how.

Natalie has Pete and her friends from school. She’s got a home and distance and she’d mentioned while on a walk with Michelle, looking away like she wasn’t sure what the response would be, that she had started therapy after Thanksgiving. And Michael has… Well. When they talk on the phone, Natalie doesn’t have a lot to say about Michael that’s encouraging. Michelle is worried about Michael but it’s not like she can do anything about that. They were close when they were younger but the older they got and the more Donna took a shine to her the more strained her relationship with Michael got. They were a competition of their own, really, or at least a battlefield on the war between their mothers.

Grandpa Berzatto, right? Michael Berzatto. A looming figure gone before any of her generation was born, and so of course the oldest grandchild is named after him - both of them were, at the beginning and the end of the same year, one down each branch of the family tree. Michael and Michelle. They thought it was funny when they were younger. Used to tell people they were twins, when they were real little. It’s not like that anymore. At least Richie is there, though. At least Richie is always there.

Thank god for Richie, said almost no one ever and Michelle several times over the course of her life.

One time, she was seventeen and going out with a guy who was far too old for her and a massive asshole on top of that. When she finally dumped him and his reaction scared her enough to tell them what was going on, Michael and Richie got a baseball bat and a tire iron out of the garage and broke every window and light cover on the guy’s car. Richie took one of the pieces from the tail-light to wood shop class the next day and while the teacher was off making sure some sophomores didn’t lose any fingers using a table saw, he sanded down the edges and put a hole through it, then gave it to her on a keychain. Michelle still has it somewhere. Michelle still has that keychain somewhere and Richie still has Michael and so that’s one thing she doesn’t have to worry about not being able to fix.

So there’s nothing to do for any of them, because Natalie is going to be okay in ways that even Michelle isn’t, and Michael is out of her reach, and Donna is out of everyone’s reach. (Donna needs help. She’s obviously suffering and needs some serious help, but Michelle learned long ago with her own mother that there’s no forcing help on someone who won’t accept it and will stop speaking to you for months if you try to push it anyway.)

But Carmy… Carmy is in her guest room and it’s still pretty early but she thinks he’s asleep and this she can do. This, him, Michelle can help.

(Michael caught her on the way out, when she and Stevie were leaving. She was worried for a moment, because he had that intense look on his face that meant trouble could be coming, and when he said heard you asked Carm to come stay with you for a few days in New York she steeled her nerves for one last explosion for the road. Michael was silent and Michelle was silent and he still had a hold of her arm but he wasn’t squeezing or anything so she let him keep his hand for now. And then he just said Good. Get him the fuck out of here and do not let him come back. Then he gave her a hug so tight she couldn’t breathe and kissed her on the cheek and said love you, Mitch and he was gone.)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I forgot about this interaction lol... *plunges your favor literally into enemy territory just for rejecting a cup of tea rudely*

[fujouppy]

worst thing about having ones number one drive as a "writer"* be wanting to write the most unpleasant-in-a-funny-way shit forever is that . sometimes youre gonna put your ocs in a low sci-fi setting happening only like 100-120 years in the future & start writing the most bizarre theoretical worldwide politics shit that you should probably never show anyone ever? or theyd kill you?

[mabledonut]

hi Mable! 🌻

for character ask game: 5 - Obito; 13 - Kakashi; 21 - Kushina

hi thymus!! 🧡

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

i have so many probably this one, The Black and White by The Band Camino. I was listening to this band a lot right when I was finishing watching Naruto and had just gotten to the War Arc with the big reveal. I remember getting in my car to drive to work and this song came on and I literally just got lost in a kakashi-obito fanfic world on the drive to work that day. hopefully i didn't crash into anyone 😅 I ended up using a track by the same band as the title for my first Naruto fic, I'm At Home I'm Waitin On Ya, and so now I just feel like all their songs put me into a Obito-Kakashi headspace. I like how a lot of the lyrics fit either character's perspective, due to the circular/spiral nature of their dynamic:

Call it what you need But don't blame yourself for me Don't blame yourself for me

'Cause I spaced myself from you 'Cause I got tired of hurting you But now I'm hurting too

Call it a rivalry, call it a fight Call it what you want But I need you tonight

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

honestly I don't use emojis a lot, so i'm not an expert, but

🍆 but I feel like he lowkey wouldn't use it in an innuendo sense very often, like he'd be fully aware of the innuendo and would use it to surprise and shock people at certain moments, but would also just use it very frequently in an eggplant sense, that's just who Kakashi is to me

also since emoticons count, I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ is peak kakashi representation, it's one of my favorite of his stock poses

...sasuke thinks so too.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

ohh good question! kushina is a fun character to write because she's very opposite to me personally, and is the kind of person who is just fleshed out enough that we know who she is and understand how she thinks, and just underwritten enough that I can project or invent a lot of things for her.

I was definitely a shy kid growing up and would have related a lot more to someone like Minato or Hinata who does a lot of watching the loud kids from the sidelines. I was always nervous around groups, and spent a lot of time watching people like kushina who could stand up for themselves and make jokes and capture the attention of a roomful of people without flinching and who took no shit from local bullies and that sort of thing. I didn't feel like I could do any of that for myself for a long time. so I like writing Kushina (and Obito, and Naruto, and other outgoing strongwilled characters) as a sort of Who I would be if I were braver/cared less what others thought of me. I don't tone down their responses to situations the way I would tone down and moderate my own in real life. I let them say things awkwardly, and badly, and exaggeratedly, because those are often the thoughts that are passing through my head that go or that went unspoken, by and large. I'm a lot more assertive and even sometimes quite dominant now, but it was definitely a learned skill, and I learned it by watching people and characters I admire stand up for themselves, and I group Kushina in with those kinds of characters. so one of my favorite things to do when writing her character is just say to myself, what would I say in this situation if I didn't give a damn about people's opinions of me, and then just go from there...

that said, she's a very passionate character, and her feelings and gut instincts guide most of her judgments. one of my writing pillars is to never lean away from exposing a character's flaws and weaknesses, no matter how much I like or admire them. Kushina is no exception. she's intuitive, but she says things unthinkingly that hurt others. she's passionate, but she annoys people with her tics and heightened emotions. she's kind and nurturing, but she can be bossy and convinced she knows better than others. she's silly and playful, but she can be unserious and out of line sometimes too. she has strong preferences and speaks up for herself, but she also picks favorites and doesn't care who knows it or how it might make others feel. These are all things that make her fun and interesting to write and read, so I tend to lean into the back-and-forth of positives and negatives, instead of going wholly to one side or the other.

one thing I don't like about writing her character is that the datte-bane can feel a little repetitive sometimes. I try to go for different interpretations of the same tic, or put a different spin on it whenever I can, because ending all of her sentences with the same stock phrase feels weak. I often use "if ya know what I mean" or "if you get me," but I like when an idea suggests itself for how to reinvigorate the reason behind the phrase or give it a new fresh feel, like here in the Minato story for example:

...which is just a phrasing that always makes me laugh a little.

And the above one isn't a good example, really, but I'm pretty sure kishimoto or the anime said at one point that the datte-bane thing is an anxious social tic that stems from her feeling nervous or unsettled, or trying to prove herself or act like she's daring someone to challenge her authority, which is a lot like naruto's dattebayo, so I also try to write it as a thing she says more frequently whenever she is feeling more internal pressure as a result of the situation she's in, not just as a thing that she "always says" for no reason. so like here in a recent UATW chapter for example:

here it slips out because she's already thinking ahead to how to break the news to Kakashi about the recent death, and she doesn't really know how to come right out and say it or explain why Obito was up late crying. it's almost like the phrase is a little verbal security blanket she uses when her mind is elsewhere.

thanks for asking this question! I love getting to talk a little deeper about writing choices, and Kushina is such a fun character to write. I always hope I do her justice, because I really love her canonical red-hot habanero self and am so pleased when I get to write a section from her pov.

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what's the worst thing that's ever happened to u? and would u use it in fanfics?

the worst thing that's ever happened to me is probs being asked what the worst thing that's ever happened to me is !

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WIP ask game!

tagged by the lovely beatrice (@the-sparkling-diamond-satine), thank you so much ❤️

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

just to remind people, this year *majority* (well let's be honest, all of them) of my WIPs / fics posted have just been christiansatine fics, i've enjoyed writing about them a lot and i'm still continuing to do so (and i hope i keep this energy going on and on!), which means i'll be listing down the titles of what i've got written on my doc about them and it's a mix of what i've posted vs what i haven't yet

we'll be fine

(not) a quiet night

being with you feels like a dream i don't ever want to wake up from

flowers

snow drop

always and forever

missing garret scene

getting flirtatious

i can't stop thinking about kissing you

after the honeymoon fades

the only words i know are lost inside your body

rain kiss

domestic cs with their kids

imperfect for you / modern au

If I knew loving someone would hurt so much, I still would've loved you.

nowhere i'd rather be than in your arms

missing scene when they sneak out before zidler sees them (he goes down on her he has to)

i've been waiting for you

modern au / the polaroid photos

down at the ball / cinderella au

rain kiss

sleeping beauty au

let me wipe your tears away

tagging: @mihrsuri @gingerpeachtea @greenfinchwriter @satinechristian @galacticwildfire @cromwelll @elvisqueso @islayandlochs and anyone else who wants to do this!

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For the ask meme: 18, 24, 39!! ^^

18. Do you play video games?

I do! I'm not a very gamer-y gamer, but if a game has a good story and characters I love, and/or is just lots of fun, it's easy for me to get invested. Some of my favorites over the years have been Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (just... the sheer themes of "finding beauty in the midst of tragedy" and love in that game 😭), Stardew Valley (breaking: local girl who lives on farm sometimes forgets she should go outside and actually produce actual farm products for actual money), LEGO Lord of the Rings (childhood classic, still hilarious), and honestly way too many lemonade stand-type business games. Bonus points if the latter involve a creative aspect, like building a zoo or making pizzas.

24. What have you learned about yourself?

Something I've noticed about myself that's helped a lot is that even if I don't feel like doing something that's good for me, if I push myself to do it, I'll feel a lot better in the end. I used to mostly avoid social situations if I had the chance—but I noticed that when I did go, nine times out of ten I had fun, and I could tell I was learning how to hold enjoyable conversations and getting more comfortable with hanging out with people. Kind of basic adulting stuff, but it made a huge difference in my self-confidence, and it helped me to feel a lot better about myself in general!

39: Are there wise words you live by?

The first quote that came to mind is one of my favorite Bible verses! “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” (Philippians 4:8, KJV) I've always loved things that have those traits, so it's encouraging to be reminded that it's good to focus on them.

The second is one of my all-time favorite stories, about the Boy and the Starfish. According to the Wikipedia rabbit hole I just fell down, it was originally a much longer piece called The Star Thrower—but the version I remember is one I read in a shortened/adapted form years ago. It tells of an old man who was walking along a beach where the tide had washed in thousands of starfish, which were now stranded for miles on the hot sand. He felt sorrowful that such a thing would happen to them, but knew he couldn't save all the starfish, so he kept walking. He came upon a boy who was frantically throwing starfish back into the water.

"There are so many; you can't possibly save them all," the man reasoned. "Or even enough to make a difference. What does throwing them back matter?"

The boy paused with a starfish in his hands. He looked at it, then smiled. "It matters to this one," he said, hurling the starfish back into the sea.

I loved the reminder that if something matters to even one person, it does make a difference, and it's worth it.

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💕I’m so excited!!! WAAHH could I get a 💎💎💎??? for whomever you please 💕

Agria's face lights up. "Oh, Lariel! You could walk Golarion for a thousand years and never find another person like her again. I love her dearly. Lariel is so honest, so willing to be open with others even when they haven't done anything to 'deserve it.' Some might call it naivete, but I never would. It's a choice to offer the world that sort of kindness, and it's an incredibly brave one.

Her expression dims--though only slightly--into something more thoughtful. "It's a little hard to explain. She reminds me of myself but in negative space. Like fire and water, if I were willing to be unforgivably trite. Each of us has what the other will need to get by without.

"There is so much about Lariel to admire. She makes me want to be more like her, more vulnerable, more sincere." Agria's smile grows chagrined as she continues, "And part of me hopes that I inspire her never to take any less than she deserves!"

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about the fanfic assumption game: i think you have a very tastefully organised scrivener (or other preferred writing place). kind of placid arrangement that gets a third party to say, well you do run it like the navy! mostly bc you have a very structured approach and poise in planning&writing fic!!!

I do use scrivener! And I'm kind of? organized about it—it's descending into chaos recently though because my method is to have one file for a main-focus multichapter WIP, with my side projects as their own little documents in the "research" section of the file (so they don't count towards the global word count, but also I'm just opening one file whenever I write).

This....would work better if I finished my side projects more quickly. (Now I'm on my second multichap file and finishing side projects in there, but the old versions live in the Haunted One file, so I'm constantly going back, being like "what was that line I cut again???")

Very accurate read on my personality in general, though, my work life is exactly this!