#fun fact one of my friend asked if those two were ocs from me I said no and showed her pics of the shows and she deadass hit me with a

[kori-senpai]

Yes, of course Lance became a farmer, he wanted to provide a safe place for his badass space boyfriend to return to. obviously

[filiazpink]

HEYYYY IM THE GIRL FROM THE COMMENT SECTION OF YOUR ORION AND D-16 AND THEIR SUPERIOR FIC!!! i just wanted to let you know it was adorable and that if it’s alright with you i would love to see a part two! 💕💕💕

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orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 - part 2

warnings: MAJOR transformers one spoilers, sentinel prime likes the reader too HELP, my cutie patootie oc being mentioned once, darkwing being darkwing electric boogaloo, cheesy stuff once again

summary: takes place during the iacon 5000, and a bit of the aftermath that follows. orion's crush is still very obvious and d-16 is warming up to you.

a/n: SO MANY NOTES ON PART 1?? TYSM EVERYONE 💗💗💗💗 and also a round of applause to this lovely requester here sending the ask that motivated me to make a part 2 :3 sorry it took so long i was busy with art commissions and writing my dark deception fic :( hopefully this will live up to the expectations of the 30 ppl that sent me in inbox to make a part 2 !! if you guys want a part 3 with even more stuff, lemme know in the inbox! it would be kinda fun to make a mini series with this idea for the whole movie !! ENJOY !!!

word count: 1740

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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somehow, you managed to gain one of the best spots in iacon to watch the race take place.

well, it was easy to know why.

sentinel prime himself considered you as one of ‘his closest friend’, so he reserved a special seat just for you: right next to him.

best seat in the house.

it was a very overwhelming experience overall, with cameras all pointed towards you and THE sentinel prime, the fact that you were simply next to the savior of iacon, the slight confusion you had for what you and sentinel were. i mean, you only spoke to him professionally, and those were rare occasions. surely, he met thousands of new bots everyday, yet he remembered you of all bots. 

but all of that couldn’t compare to the dread that took over your entire body as soon as you heard sentinel utter the following:

“i’m sorry- are those miners in the race?” the two of you turned around to the giant screen to see that, indeed, there were cogless bots participating in the race.

and not just any cogless bots, bots from your sector!

and not just bots from your sector, it was those two charming bots orion pax and d-16!

your optics widened at the revelation, on the point of transforming to go and stop them before they get damaged beyond repair but sentinel held you back.

“hey- hey, what are you doing??” he mumbled, looking back at the cameras every few seconds to make sure they weren’t focused on him.

“those are workers from my sector!! i-i know them, i have to sto-”

“come on, (y/n), relax! they’ll be fine! besides, think of the inspirational boost it’ll give the other miners if they do win. they’ll be delighted.” he tried coaxing you into relaxing, going so far as to gently rub your shoulder in an attempt at comforting you but you had none of it.

“this is a first in iacon 5000 history!”

“oh primus, please, please, please keep them alive!,,,”

“how are they going to survive?”

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eventually, the cameras couldn’t pick up feed on the tunnel that the majority of the racers, including orion and d-16, were in. the thought of finding them crushed or in worse condition sickened you. with a trembling hand, you quickly gripped onto sentinel’s, who couldn’t help but look smug at your reaction.

“they’ll be okay,,, right?!” you asked him and the prime sighed.

“don’t worry. if they end up hurt, we’ll just send them to medbay-”

“i don’t believe it! the miners take down darkwing!”

the crowd went wild at the display, somehow getting louder than it already was. the femme and the prime watched in astonishment as the miners went from last place to third place in such a short amount of time. 

well, now you knew that darkwing was going to complain about that to you for the rest of the work cycle.

you let go of the blue and golden bot’s hand (much to his very visible disappointment) to place it over your mouth. your optics shined in absolute amazement, watching the main screen showing orion and d-16 looking more and more hopeful. 

“OHH, MINERS!” darkwing literally roared at them, his fists clenching in total anger. 

“great effort, darkwing!” orion attempted to cheer on darkwing for his efforts, but deep down, he knew once this was over, he and his companion were royally fucked.

“t-that worked! it actually worked! you think (y/n) saw all that?!” d-16 beamed, getting more and more excited at the thought of you watching them- watching him win the race.

“i’m sure she’s watching! she’ll be so proud of us!”

after passing the magnetic obstacle course tunnel (much to your relief, poor bots would have been crushed beyond repair), you felt like your body couldn’t handle all the amount of excitement, especially with the announcer going:

“a four-bot pile-up in the magnetic tunnel and the two miners are now in first position! this is UNBELIEVABLE!”

the speechless prime turned around, facing the finish line, pulling you alongside to observe. 

from the corner of his optic, he watched your reactions with envy. you never reacted that way whenever he showed up to your office unprompted.

were those two cog-less bots really that important when he’s here?

however, his train of thoughts was interrupted as a shattered piece from a nearly crushed racer hit d-16 from behind, making the grey bot trip and fracture his leg. you gasped at the outcome, praying they were still close enough to make it.

orion reached for d-16, pulling him up and slinging him onto his back, slowly making his way to the finish line. 

everyone was losing it, including sentinel, who was on the edge of his seat. will they make it in time? 

even the announcer seemed to be overly excited!

orion quickly looked up to your radiant face, feeling another rush of energy flow through him simply by seeing your wonderstruck expression. by the allspark, you looked glorious with all the different lights shining onto your armour.

“one miner is now carrying the other, mere steps from the finish line in the most amazing, sensational, dramatic, heart-rending, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of-”

and all of a sudden, all of it was cut short as a white and cyan mech ran into the smaller bots, knocking them back down. the mech transformers and slid across the finish line, throwing her fists in the air.

“WE HAVE A WINNERRR!! CHROMIA COMES FROM BEHIND TO TAKE THE PRIZE! talk about an iacon 5000 for the ages!”

your excitement died down. sure, you were happy for chromia, she won fair and square, but,,,

you sighed as you watched every other surviving racer fly past the two miners, still trying to see the small mechs as sentinel let out a chuckle, dragging you away with him to congratulate the winner.

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“mmh, they should be right here, miss.”

“thank you, mekastat.”

the pale red and pink bot nodded at you with a courteous smile, walking away from the medbay you were informed that orion and d-16 were in. you let out a long sigh, clearing your throat and before you could knock at the door, you managed to overhear the ongoing conversation.

“we are SO screwed!” you could distinguish d-16’s frustrated voice through the commotion, followed by orion’s more gentle tone:

“i thought you weren’t talking to me,,,”

“hey, look, i know it's all a big joke to you, but not me! i was paying my dues. i was going places and now they're going to bust me down- i don't even know how many tiers-”

“d, i’m sorry-”

“A-AND NOT JUST THAT! SHE SAW IT ALL HAPPEN! SHE,,, she saw everything.” she? no, that doesn’t matter. your curiosity will be your downfall.

with a quick knock, their conversation was cut short as you quietly walked in. orion immediately sat up straight, his optics wide open. a blush (that you assumed was out of embarrassment) decorated his face. d-16, however, didn’t even look you in the eye, his head hunched over in shame.

“hi.”

they waited for any form of reprimand from you, but since you simply stared back at them as to wait for them to speak, orion decided to be the first to break the ice.

“,,, i’m so sorry, (y/n), i was the one to s-suggest the idea of us participating. demote me but not d-16, i practically dragged him along into this.” d-16 turned his head just a little bit at his friend, the tension in his yellow optics leaving just a tad bit.

you thought for a while, looking away and missed the way that even in such a situation where you were supposed to, yes, reprimand them, orion looked up at you like you hung the moon and the stars combined. even in the poor lighting the room had, your armour still shined in a hypnotizing way. at least, in orion’s eyes.

“i should punish you for breaking protocol like this.”

“we know,,,” “but.” you got down on your knees, still towering over the miners, and with a small and gracious smile, you said: “i won’t. besides, even if you lost, that was still the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.”

hearing that made d-16’s helm rise back up to stare at you with a bewildered expression, matching his friend. 

“really??”

you then let out a small giggle and gave them a bigger smile, which totally didn’t make the two smaller bots swoon. “it was amazing! you were both so fast, and you managed to take down darkwing?? he’s never going to hear the end of it! do you know how long he’s been training for this day and he was beaten by you two, who never trained for this type of action?!”

they’ve never seen you this excited, just the sight made up for the fact that they had lost and possibly humiliated themselves to millions of cybertronians. 

“if anything, if sentinel doesn’t end up giving you guys a prize for making it this far, i’d think he’d be wasting an opportunity to celebrate true racers!” 

“oh- wait! sentinel! what’s he going to do with us??” asked d-16, nearly getting up from the table, stress once more filling his processors. 

your excitement died down at the mention of his name. oh, right. him.

“um, i could try to convince him to not do anything drastic! he considers me a friend of his, apparently.”

“that won’t be necessary.” another femme’s voice droned out, one that you immediately recognized. 

“i’ll take it from here, (y/n). head back to your post.” airachnid ordered, stepping aside for you to leave. you turned your helm to the miners and waved goodbye, still watching them as you walked away until they were no longer in sight.

as you were about to leave the building, you bumped into darkwing, who despite not having visible facial features, you could tell with the way he was walking that he was still absolutely infuriated.

“darkwing,,,?” you asked and in response, he swiftly turned around, grabbed you by the shoulders and screamed:

“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND VALUED BOT IN MY LIFE.” and so he power walked into the hospital, leaving you utterly confused.

,,,

what.

wait why was he going in the hospital?

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[panther-os]

@amikoroyaiart did this awesome commission of my OC Lennie and my version of Ghost! I've wanted to commission her since I first came across her art over a year ago but it took me a while to save and just ahhhhhhh so worth it

Fun fact! The pants are uniform accurate. 141 is an international task force, and while Ghost and many of the rest of the team are SAS and wear black or navy fatigues, Lennie is an tArm (Irish Army) and wears that specific camo pattern! Their neon pink hair is definitely out of regulation, but no one dares call them on it.

Lennie is nonbinary and their full name and rank is Lieutenant Lennie Lynch. They're from Carrick-on-Shannon in Leitrim County of Ireland, and they're the 141's Chief Logistics & Supply Officer. Anything from toilet paper to ammo to fresh fruit to video games, it all goes through them. They have a ton of smuggler contacts in order to get supplies out to remote areas, and they use this network for information as well.

Basically Laswell's job, but more focused on keeping people alive via food and bandages and etc than keeping people alive via intel on the enemy.

Price met Lennie at the same time he met Nikolai. It was a joint an tArm and SAS operation where the two squads wound up trapped in a snowstorm with dwindling supplies, including much-needed medical supplies. Lennie asked for an hour with the sat phone, spent that time making threats and promises and calling in favors, and then Nikolai (the only pilot good enough and crazy enough) dropped off the supplies not too much later, which is how he and Price met. Then, a few years later, Price pulled Lennie for the Taskforce knowing their skills would be needed.

Lennie drinks far too many cups of coffee a day, barely sleeps, and spends the majority of their time in their dark office staring at computer screens. Their first date with Ghost was a joint nap on their office couch. Their best frenemy is @atohii 's OC Niko, the Chief Medical Officer, friend because they've made him weep tears of gratitude over the supplies he needs to keep everyone healthy, enemy because they've cut him off from energy drinks (the hypocrite) and gotten the entire rest of the base involved in it.

It's best assumed that Lennie knows everything and could be anywhere. They walk very quietly and often surprise people by slurping their coffee from right behind them. If they were an animal, they'd be a wild hare - the kind that surely speaks a thousand tongues and knows exactly how you die.

Ghost is still with Soap, and Soap is also with Niko, and sometimes Ghost and Niko are together as well, but romantically, Lennie's just with Ghost. We love a poly141.

This Ghost is based on TikTok cosplayer Kuromi (his account is tagged MDNI, please respect that) and Irish actor Fra Fee (because Les Mis is an old SpIn and my Ghost is Irish, his ggparents immigrated to Manchester during the Great Hunger). I don't have any specific scar or tattoo headcanons for Ghost, but I like Amiko's usual spread so I asked her to just use those, and I'm thrilled with how it came out!

And just ahhhhhhh I'm still screaming over Lennie 😍

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Stuck with me - Kim Seungmin

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

tags: fluff, clg bf Seungmin, popular singer boy seungmin, mention of previous breakup, oc gender not specifically mentioned, friends to lovers, puppy seungmin

a/n: not proofread, just trying to live my delulu through writing, Seungmin in glasses has been stuck in my head

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"You what?" Your voice comes out in a screech that turns many heads in the cafe you frequented often, like most other students from your university.

Seungmin, who stood in front of you, looking calm and gorgeous as ever stared back at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You heard me." He says in a cool way that throws you off more.

"I- I need a minute." You manage to let out and cover your head in your hands. The embarrassment from screeching in the middle of the cafe and the shock of what had just happened was all too much to take in at once. You need to breathe.

It was yet another normal weekday filled with assignments, delusional romcoms and endless caffeine ingestion. After a rough summer filled with heartbreak and a depressing start to the fall semester, you had finally gained your footing. The fall had brought with it a lot of changes in you.

You found new classmates who had helped you through the rough times and cared about you. Amongst those classmates was also Seungmin, the menace of the group but surprisingly your favourite confidante. He had been nothing but a little prankster and a comedian who ensured the other boys- Hyunjin, Changbin and Jeongin, never got a single second of peace.

He went a little easier on you and Ryujin, the other girl in the group, and you figured it had less to do with your gender and more to do with the fact that he was positively scared of both of you. While he had been a little less annoying with you, it didn't mean you were entirely free of the classic Seungmin pranks either.

Which is why your first instinct on b being asked out on a date by the Kim Seungmin was to believe he was pulling a prank on you.

Seungmin might be a comedian amongst his friends but you were very well aware of his status as the golden boy of the university's band and the boy with the golden voice. On top of that angelic voice, the boy also had a face that could make everyone melt. That smile had made your heart skip beats on several occasions too.

You had met him on a very surly day of your class during the first week of the semester to discuss forming project teams. What began as a purely academic bond evolved into a sureshot friendship as his friend group got acquainted with you and your friend. You had grown very fond of the boys as they helped you forget your pain.

Seungmin was the first one to reach out and notice your melancholy and something about him made you open up about your struggles. It had been two months since then and he had been your source of support through the entire time. While the other boys were also sweet and Ryujin was your primary pillar of support, Seungmin gave you a comfort that felt worlds apart from the others.

You had your fair share of childish fun with him too. You started to notice how he let only Jeongin and you tease him. Changbin and Hyunjin never stood a chance against Seungmin and despite the latter's fear of Ryujin's brash honesty, he never let her off the hook easily either. It was not exactly a surprise to realise that Seungmin had a soft spot for you.

The surprise was that he had walked into the cafe on a random Tuesday afternoon and chose to utter the words "Will you go on a date with me?" in the most nonchalant Seungmin way with absolutely no warning.

And an even bigger surprise was how your heart was skipping several beats on hearing it and your brain was practically shouting at you to say yes even though you had never let yourself think about Seungmin in that sense.

Correction- you had consciously tried your best to not let Seungmin and his actions, smile, voice, hair or even his pranks affect you in a romantic way. You had just come off a horrendous romantic experience that should keep you sworn off romance for a decade at the least. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't thought about being with Seungmin at least a couple hundred times in the last month alone.

It had all started with that dream. One cold October afternoon, you decided to make the mistake of taking a nap and ended up dreaming of cuddling with Seungmin while watching the snow from your window. The dream threw you off balance and ever since you have been trying and failing to remove Seungmin out of your mind. The random blushes creeping up your cheeks and a pang of jealousy weighing down your mind every time he performed on stage and you had to watch all the girls drool over him. It was all really frustrating, to have to act normally around him while convincing yourself that you are better off as friends.

Especially since he had started wearing his new prescription glasses and smiling at you randomly. Everything he did got magnified and took up extensive real estate in your brain. Each night you convinced yourself you don't have feelings for him and each morning he would do something so small that would have you fighting for your life trying not to melt.

And now he had the audacity to prank you with something as big as a date and you had no idea how to react.

You parted your hands from your face to look up at him through the gaps in your fingers to find him missing. This made you sit upright and look around, part of you hoping he had left and another part sighing in disappointment at the idea of it being a joke after all. But no, there he was, waiting in line at the counter for his order- which you knew was an iced americano, no sugar and extra ice. You watched as he politely thanked the lady who handed him a drink, then turned around and smiled at the group of freshman girls giggling at him. An involuntary eye-roll escaped and you turned toward your laptop waiting from him to take the seat opposite yours.

"So?" He says, placing his drink on the table and placing his hands on the table as he leans forward.

God, that smirk on his face made your stomach do a backflip.

"So what?" You forced yourself to look and sound as normal as possible. And judging by the smirk that has taken on residence on Seungmin's face you weren't doing the best job.

"Y/N, come on. Stop playing hard to get with me."

"Seungmin what the hell! Stop trying to play one of your stupid pranks on me." This broke his stance. His face turned from playful to serious and it only made your heart beat faster.

"I'm not playing pranks y/n. I am serious." And he looks it too. You gulp down the ball of anxiety forming in your throat.

"You want me to go on a date with you? For real?"

Seungmin flinches at your tone. "Is that really such a weird thought for you?"

The doubt flashing on his face tugs at your heart and you immediately leap to say "no".

This brings the faintest hint of a smile back on his face. He takes a sip out of his drink and says "So it's a yes?"

You say the only thing that comes to your mind at that moment. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Seungmin's voice is barely above a whisper.

"Why me? Why now?" Your voice falters at the thought of being vulnerable only for him to end up calling it a prank or a mistake. But the way his face softens at your question removes the worry from your mind. He reaches out and takes your hand in his. The butterflies are doing a full ballet routine in your stomach and your heart thrums in your ears in anticipation.

"Y/N, I knew you were dumb but never thought you were this dumb!" You pout in response and he chuckles. "Okay okay, I was joking. But what I mean to say is... I've liked you for a while now. So I thought I'll ask you out on a date, see if it is an infatuation or something more and then figure out what to do."

It was very Seungmin of him to say that.

"What about my feelings for you?" You questioned out of curiosity.

"That's obvious. You're already head over heels in love with me." He says it with a shrug and you remove your hand from his in frustration. "Ya Seungmin, do you have a death wish?" you exclaim and roll your eyes. Of course, you knew he was joking but your stomach still churned in anxiety.

"Jokes apart, I really do like you y/n and I hope you give me this chance to show it to you. I was waiting all this while for you to take your time after your breakup and move on. Yesterday when you said you didn't even think of any of that mess or feel sad anymore I decided it is time to make my move. And of course, there is no force on you and I won't hold it against you if you reject either. But I really hope you give me this chance. The semester is almost over and we can go on one small date during the break and then figure out everything else. Please?"

Everyone called Seungmin a puppy and you were wary of the nickname initially but at that moment he was looking at you with the softest eyes, lips in a pout and a questioning look that made him look like the cutest puppy on the planet.

His heartfelt confession gave rise to a gazillion butterflies and everything beautiful in your stomach. The big smile formed on your face involuntarily.

"Seungmin that was... cute", you said chuckling. "Who knew you could be this wholesome!"

His pout intensified. "Hey, I am very cute always. But the fact that you haven't slapped me yes makes me hope I might get a yes?" The last sentence sounds more like a question even to Seungmin and you let out another chuckle.

"Yes, Seungmin. I will go on a date with you. Just one though." You feign nonchalance but he sees right through you.

"Y/N, please! I know you are squealing with happiness on the inside right now."

"Yea sure, like I am one of your cringe fangirls ugh! I am just doing this as a favour to you."

"Ahha I see. How kind of you ma'am." He says with a mock bow while his face is glowing with joy.

"Ya stop teasing me or I will back out." The ultimatum sounds like a joke even to your own ears but you keep up the act for the fun.

"No, you're stuck with me now. No backing out!" He said with indignance.

"Do you mean just about the date?" The question left your mouth before your brain could understand it and you regretted it the instant his expression turned serious again.

Seungmin looks into your eyes for a moment too long before responding, "You're stuck with me. That's all."

And just like he leaves for his next class, leaving you to smile to yourself like an idiot. A ping from your phone distracts you.

Seungmin: I'd be wholesome to you forever if it meant seeing you smile like that.

You didn't know what the impending winter would bring but for now, you decided to bask in the happiness and this new facet of Seungmin.

[v1nuswrites]

Chapter Three: Party?

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Summary: https://www.tumblr.com/v1nuswrites/749849029310021632/all-my-unconditional-love-carina-x?source=share

Please read the summary before continuing with this fic ^^

Chris x female! OC

Chapters:

Part One, Part Two

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Carina didn’t know why her friends had decided on that particular dare, but Chris' actions soon made blindingly clear to them that it wasn't going to work, and eventually, they gave up. However, that didn't stop people around the school from talking.

All Carina could hear throughout the day was whispering about her and Chris holding hands, most of them ignoring the fact that straight after he tripped her up. She'd already heard so many ridiculous theories by the time lunch rolled around, she practically collapsed onto the groups lunch table, making her embarrassment and annoyance clear.

The group only glanced at each other, Nick smiling sweetly.

"Everything okay?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Peachy" Carina gritted out, deciding to let it go, the gossip wouldn't last long anyways.

"I just can't believe anyone would think I would go as low as to date Chris" She couldn't help but mutter. However, her direction of thoughts was quickly altered as she noticed just how close Luca and nick were to each other.

Cute.

Carina turned to Matt. She soon noticed he was looking over at Chris on the other side of the lunch hall. Recently, he had begun to sit next to Soren with the 'popular' group.

"I can't believe Chris doesn't sit with us anymore" Matt said sadly. It was clear that the group shared the same feelings, excluding Carina of course. Still, she felt sympathetic for them, especially Nick and Matt. They hadn't been in separate friendship groups well ... ever.

"Oh by the way guys, Olivia Is holding a party to celebrate the start of Senior year, were all invited so you guys better show up" Maya threatened, clearly trying to keep the group positive.

"Sounds good" Nick replied. He quickly glanced at Luca in a questioning manner, silently asking if he would be coming. Luca nodded in response.

"I'm in" Carina nodded. She actually enjoyed parties most of the time, and she definitely needed to loosen up after the stress and embarrassment of the past few days. Maybe she could even use this as an opportunity to stop those rumours once and for all.

They all sent a pleading look to Matt, knowing he would be the hardest to convince.

"Come on Matt, it's the first party of senior year, you have to be there!" Nick tried to convince him.

"Pleaseeee" Maya and Carina began to beg.

"Fine" Matt gave in smiling.

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Carina looked at herself in the mirror as she zipped up her emerald green midi dress.

Her mother was right, it really did compliment her auburn hair. She didn't know how long she looked at herself in the mirror, mostly out of surprise, but her trance was broken as she heard a honking outside her house. She quickly added some finishing touches to her make up and left the house.

"Great, she's coming"

Carina could already hear Chris' outrage and she had only just stepped out the door. She couldn't help but grin; making him annoyed was one of her favourite hobbies after all.

"Everything okay Chris?" She smiled sweetly, but he could immediately detect its teasing edge.

"Fuck off and turn around" Chris seethed from the passenger seat. Carina couldn't help but think he looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Oh that wouldn't be much fun now would it?" She replied. Carina honestly didn't recognise herself around Chris, she never acted like this with anyone else, and from what she had seen, Chris didn't either.

"You better stay away from me tonight, I don't need more rumours spreading, its embarrassing enough as is" Chris said as she got into the car.

"Trust me, staying far away from you won't be a challenge" Carina retorted as she sat beside Maya.

"That's enough! You two can get really annoying when you argue. Seriously, I think I'm getting a headache" Matt warned as he continued to drive.

"The Mattitude tonight is crazy" Maya whispered next to Carina and whisper like laughs could be heard from the very back seats - Nick and Luca.

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By the time they arrived at the party, it was at its height. Music was blasting from the speakers around the house and Carina wondered how the police hadn't already been called for a noise complaint. As they entered the house, it was chaos. People were making out in corners, others were taking shots from precious looking vases and a group of guys were sliding down the large staircase using a surfboard.

How innovative, Carina thought dryly.

As Carina walked into the kitchen with her friends, she realised that the backdoors led straight onto the beach, where even more people were. Carina had been to her fair share of parties over the years, mainly thanks to Maya and her many friends, but this one was for sure the biggest she had been to.

She instantly turned to Matt, realising he was picking his fingernails. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Want a drink?" Carina shouted over the music, hoping it would calm his nerves.

"Please, nothing too strong though" He replied.

As Carina looked around her, she realised Chris was gone. It hit her that he had likely gone straight to Emily, and Carina felt anger well up within her at the idea, but she wasn't sure why.

Ever since they had started high school, Emily and Chris had been dating on and off for years, seemingly relishing in the drama of breaking up and getting back together again shortly afterward. Carina couldn't stand it. She knew all about Emily. She knew how rude she was to everyone but those who she deemed 'good enough'. Over the years, she had tried to tell Chris, but of course he didn't listen to her.

Trying to distract herself from getting angry, Carina poured a cup of whatever she could find on the counter for herself and Matt, handing it to him.

Suddenly, Olivia, the girl who Carina distantly remembered as the host of the party, practically popped up from behind Matts shoulder, nearly scaring Carina to death.

"Want one guys?" She asked as she held out a tray of jello shots. Her voice was bubbly and bright, the kind of voice which would normally make you feel welcome, but Carina could instantly detect the melancholic edge it held. She decided now likely wasn't the best time to ask, she didn't want to upset the girl even more.

Carina had already finished her first drink, so she shrugged and said "Why not?", grabbing one from the tray.

They were delicious.

Carina wasn't sure how many of those jello shots she had, all she knew was they tasted delicious and there were sooo many different flavours... She was listing them in her head; grape, cherry, strawberry ....

Suddenly, she bumped into a strong frame sitting on the floor. She vaguely recognised the figure as one of the football players on the same team as Soren and Chris.

"I'm so sorry!" Carina gasped as she finally realised she had hit him.

"No worries" He laughed, turning his head to her and away from the beautiful view of the ocean.

"Why are you out here all alone?" She asked as she sat down next to him. Normally, Carina wouldn't sit next to a stranger, but the alcohol circulating her system had other plans.

He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "No one to sit out here with me I guess"

Carina knew this couldn't be true, distantly remembering he was quite popular within their school.

"Carina" She said simply.

"Joel" He replied.

-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹-------

They talked for what felt like hours, but Carina knew it could have only been forty-five minutes. Joel was surprisingly great, and easy to get along with. It also helped that they had a lot in common.

She was enjoying herself until she felt a harsh grab at her shoulder, practically dragging her away from Joel.

"Time to go" The voice said casually.

She could recognise that voice anywhere, Chris. Immediately, she tried pulling away from him, but his grip was surprisingly strong considering the fact he wasn't hurting her at all.

"I wasn't done!" Carina exclaimed, annoyed Chris was ruining things for her once again. She immediately turned to Joel who was getting further away by the second. His face was one of pure shock.

"Bummer" Chris said, clearly not caring.

"I thought we agreed to stay away from each other!" She seethed, looking at him. She continued to try and tug her arm away, to no avail.

"You agreed to stay away from me, I said nothing of the sort" He smirked, knowing he had her trapped.

This was why they never agreed on anything.

Well, apart from that one time...

She shook her head to rid herself of the thought and stayed silent as Chris led her out of the house and into the car where everyone was waiting, not letting her go or softening his grip for a second. Carina silently blamed her sudden compliance on the alcohol.

She and Maya were dropped at Carina's house, Maya staying the night for a sleepover. Not that it would be much of one considering the drunken state the girls were in.

When they finally got to her room, Maya stumbled into a medium sized pink box on the floor, a gorgeous velvet ribbon neatly sat atop it.

"What's this?" She giggled as she asked Carina.

"Oh those are the love letters I wrote for Soren years ago, before he rejected me" Carina told her. The whole group knew about her and Soren anyway, they had all helped her through it, so she didn't really see the point in lying.

Maya opened it, trying to read one of the letters but failing, her drunken state causing all the words to swirl and move around the page. Carelessly, she dropped the letter to the floor.

Or, at least, what she must've thought was the floor.

-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹-------

A/N: This is a bit of a longer chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying it so far :) I'm certainly having a lot of fun writing it and putting my own spin on all kinds of cringey romantic moments! As always, thanks so much for your support <3

[patternwelded-quill]

Myka's (New) Intro!

I'm going to make me a fresh 

Writblr Intro

Just like revising a story!

I kinda-sorta did before, but not really, so here's a new one. I'll also be rolling the status updates for my fanfics in here for those of you following me for my apparent obsession with Ranma and elves...

My name is Myka, she/her. Nice to meet you!

I'm a trans swordsmith, armorer, jeweler, and watchmaker. I'm also an artist and author, and like all creatives, I have my days where I love my works and days where I hate them and think they're trash. For example, I did the trans flag colors on the rank pips of my PFP, but they're too tiny to see, so I'm planning to redo it out of frustration!

I'm here to build friendships and community. So feel free to send me a message or an ask about metalwork if you're looking for answers or curious. Tag games are great, too, I try to get to them within a day or so of the notif.

Original Works:

Red Angel Saga (Irae, Interitus, Impere): The story of Relarial, an elven mercenary warlord and grandmother, as she attempts to avenge the death of her family, recover from that terrible loss, and return to some semblance of a life she understands. Rated R (for Relarial, hah!) for ultraviolence and the fact that she can't avoid constant profanities.

-Status: Book 1 is being revised/rewritten, book 2 is rough drafted, and book 3 is outlined and halfway drafted.

Blades of Fate (Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove): Captain Malekah Thaynn was a divisive figure, known to some as a hero and others as the 'Butcher of Borderwatch.' The latter helped get her tossed into a dark hole for years until someone thought she'd be useful to their ambitions. But you don't pick up the epithet of a butcher of anything by playing nice with assholes.

-Status: Book 1 is a rough drafted hot mess, but it's my hot mess, I guess.

Fanfiction:

Wet Behind the (Long) Ears: What if Ranma was knocked into the 'Spring of Drowned *Elf* Girl'?

-Status: Part 1 is complete, and I am contemplating continuation!

The Stone Will Sing: Thematic companion to WB(L)E. Maybe Ranma's so short as a girl is because it was a young dwarf girl who drowned in Nyannichuan. Or perhaps the Khazad didn't die out, but vanished as a distinct race. Worldbuilding crossover with LoTR.

-Status: Have yet to be accused of blasphemy against Tolkien. Second arc updating!

Big Wish in a Small Pond: What happens when you mix video games, wishing swords, and a damn fool? More trouble for Saotome Ranma, that's what.

-Status: First arc completed at chapter 11!

Blood in the Water: Nǚyāoguàinìquán: the Spring of Drowned Demoness. Though a redheaded Ranma still emerges from the waters, things quickly prove to be more than they seem.

-Status: 6 chapters posted!

Once We Were Warriors: OC Relarial is isekai'd into a 1996 Tokyo shared by Ranma 1/2 and Sailor Moon. This was prompted by a convo w/ a friend about our OCs as Senshi.

-Status: Complete!

A Fire Inside Me: Sequel to OWWW. The things from the space between spaces that followed Relarial from her world to Japan are becoming an increasing threat. Only by working together can the semi-feral martial artists (looking at you, Saotome Genma!) of Nerima and the Sailor Senshi fight back.

-Status: Posting, chapter 6 is up.

Twice the Curse? Double the Fun!: Ranma discovers that P-chan is actually his old frenemy Ryoga. But somehow the Lost Boy managed to get himself *two* Jusenkyo curses. ...or, did he? One-shot for muffinmoonn.

-Status: Drafting, using as a nice palate cleanser when I get stressed with other writing.

Child of Sin: Soun and Genma end up in debt to an old-school fae, but one of them (nobody is surprised) reneges on the deal. Amusement at his suffering ensues.

-Status: Drafting

[yellowgreendinno]

My Ick

You know what gives me the ick? The fact that Fuenozel would be a much more popular ship (more than it already is, because from what I've seen, many ship them or say that it would compel them) if it was straight. Just imagine the following, because I assure you that with what society has taught us during our lives, this will look much 'cuter' and 'shippable' than the original. These are my Fuenozel headcanons that I've decided to publish with my not really OC, Nobuko Silva. It's their story, gone from 'oh my god, I love gays!' to 'ugh this is so chiché' with the simple act of genderbending one of them.

!Recommendation! - Listen to "Kyoto" by Phoebe Bridgers

Enjoy~

Imagine two little royals, one is six and the other's just barely five. A little red head boy and a tiny silver haired girl. They meet for the first time because his mom was busy, and so decided to ask her mom to keep watch of him and his big sister. They arrive to the Silva Castle, where the woman by the name of Acier Silva awaits with a little girl hiding behind her long leg. So, naturally, he goes to say hi to her the first, while his sister stays behind to chat with the beautiful mother, who seems interested in the youngling's fast whit and attitude even at such a young age. The both leave, leaving the boy and the girl on their own to play house or whatever kids their age do, said his sister. The girl is shy at first, and genuinely thinks her new playmate is a demon because- Momma are those fangs and eye marks even human?!

And so it goes, and they meet regularly. And by the age he turns ten and she's barely nine, he's managed to get the girl to see him as a friend. Her best friend, actually. But he knows she'll never admit it out loud. One day, she asked him what his dream was, not expecting his friend -his all too sensitive friend, in his opinion- to throw a tantrum, because- "Not fair! Becoming Wizard King is my dream! You stole it!" Obviously, he didn't want her to be upset, so, with a hug that held the sentiment of their pure little age, he promised that - "We can compete to see who becomes the Wizard King, I promise"

And just like that, their dynamic has changed completely. By the time he turns twelve and she's barely eleven they meet every day before lunch time at the Vermillion Estate's training grounds to fight, gaining more and more control over their mana every time they spar. It's never seriously though, they wouldn't dream of hurting each other. At least seriously. How many of her favourite blouses were torn and burnt? And just how many of his blue jackets were cut apart? How many scars does she have from third-degree burns? How times has he gone to Owen because of mercury poisoning? They're young and they're having fun, that's what matters.

But of course, things change. And soon, let's say by the time he turns thirteen and she's barely twelve, he finds himself spending more and more time inside her room than in his. They hang out, talk about their dreams, and simply are. They were friends before, but now their bond was deeper, nearer. She wouldn't find it to be a surprise to see him slumped in her own home, in her own room, in her own bed, after a long day. She would still get scared when he sometimes slammed the door open with a loud noise against the wall, his loud voice wanting to tell her something he'd done the day. And for him- he lived to see that reaction every day. If you asked him why, he would answer that- "It's hilarious!"

He starts to get scared when he turns fourteen and she's barely thirteen. She's starting to learn what stoicism is, and his sensitive crybaby of a best friend is slowly but surely slipping from his fingers. Things don't change much aside from that as time moves on from that year. But they become close, inseparable. More than they ever were before. His sister, her mother and even Lady Theresa Rapual had noticed it. There was a subtle change in his mana. Lady Theresa once told him that one's mana shifts to appease and please the ones close to oneself. That's why his mana had always been loud, fiery, dangerous, booming, wild, savage. It mirrored his sister's. But the Lady had noticed, however, that her devoted student's mana was slowly becoming more collected. It imposed respect. Beauty. The inexistent coldness of the crackling fire. But she knows better. The girl is often seen in family dinners now. She talks to his parents as if they were her own, to his sister as if she were her own. He, in exchange, finds himself holding a baby boy with white hair and blue eyes as he walks into the Silva Castle, his presence now brotherly and calmly. He finds himself witnessing a little girl with pink eyes create specks of mist with her own hands for the first time. Being without each other equals to cutting off their dominant hand now. It feels good. Lady Acier's somewhat like the non-neglecting mother he wished he had. And he found himself blushing once he barged into her room one day, and found the sight of his best friend in a towel, in the midst of styling her damp hair. He tells her what he was about to with excitement, and then goes out of the room. He tells her to meet him outside, and their sparring session goes by as it normally would. They gone to Raque and the volcano's hot springs together. And it goes on as usual - the playful pushes into the water and booming laughs. There was only one problem. The one thing that scared him. He found himself thinking about her white, damp hair and fair, wet skin afterwards.

It all changes then. By the time he's fifteen and she's barely fourteen. Acier Silva falls and so does the earth under his friend's feet - and consequently, under his. The only thing that his mother- Lady Acier had left behind was a small baby with all to big lungs. He spent the night after her death. He saw it all. The quivering mess his best friend has become. The screams. The tears, sorrow, guilt, all the hairs pulled out of spite. She wears a golden choker now. She tries to comfort her siblings, but she can't even comfort herself. So, he climbs up the tallest tour in the kingdom - to her window. And in all those years, he had never seen her cry like that. The sobs and screams. The next morning, she assured him he was better. So he left the Castle with an uneasy feeling. He doesn't see her in a year.

Then, he receives a letter. This happens probably when he turns sixteen and she's barely fifteen. He got a pretty silver decorated card with a place, a time, and a dress code - an invitation. To her Grimoire receiving ceremony. His mind runs a thousand miles a second as he dashes to his chambers to prepare himself. And now... now is when that funny feeling appears. He finds himself searching purpousely through all of his clothes to find an outfit that she'd like, he cleaned up perfectly, sprayed a bit of cologne on his neck and wrists - the one he knew she liked -, and made sure he was the most charming picture of a royal man. He wonders what she'll look like... Will she wear a Silva dress, or a tailored one? Will she wear heels? "No, she probably has grown" Will she be up for a spar, or has she turned into a pretty royal? Only now- he realises she's always been pretty. He jumps on the carriage for it to take him to the Silva Castle, the place he's avoided for a year. He feels mighty as all those faces turn to look at him, a perfect single young man who could make a match for all those noble's daughters. But it doesn't matter, because they all disappear once he makes eye contact with the person he misses the most. She wears a tailored dress. A white one, adorned with feathers. Heels hold her weight, and a silver tiara adorns her perfect white hair. He wonders if she stares at him too, watching his perfect vermillion mane wave in the open window's breeze. If she wonders what he smells like, what his now calloused hands will feel on hers after a year. They walk closer, and he sees - she hasn't grown a bit. Not in height. He looks at her closely, and notices he always knew his friend was pretty. She always knew her friend was pretty. But now? They see each other and only see the perfect image and the whole epitome of ethereal beauty. Her new Grimoire glows beside her, but he couldn't care less. He now has to look down at her, as she has to crane her neck to make eye contact with him. He places his hand on waist, her hand going to his shoulder. "May I have this dance?"

[icedteaandoldlace]

1, 3, 5 [Right at Home], 11, 12, 13, 14, 30, 37, 43 for the fic writer questions!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

My go-to is A Little Help From Your Friends because it's a fun feel-good fic, but I think the fic that's most representative of my style as a writer might actually be Heartless. Funnily enough, it has been the introductory fic for quite a few readers, because it's a fix-it for a canon issue that just about everyone in the Glee fandom is unhappy with (regardless of who you wanted to end up with the jacket, the way that storyline ended was stupid and we all know it), so every now and then it lures someone in, and then I can tell by the trail of kudos that it made them want to read some of my other fics, too. :)

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I write about grief a lot, and I'm not sure where that comes from, because it's been a common theme in my stories since before anyone I love had even died. Open endings are also a recurring theme, because I love giving readers room to interpret and headcanon certain things the way they want. Sometimes it's more fun to read something that stokes your imagination than something that spells everything out for you, and those kinds of stories are fun to write, too.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Right At Home? Answer it now!

I don't know what the question leading to the answer would be, but Evie was based on someone I know in real life. Not someone I know well, but she was a friend of my brother-in-law's when he and my sister were still dating. She would talk bad about my sister behind her back to his other friends, making it sound like she was a bad influence on him, and you can see her glaring in the background of several of their wedding photos (fun fact, she caught the bouquet, and there's a photo of her and my sister together right afterward, all smiley, and it makes us laugh because of how fake it is). The coffee thing really happened, too, only it was at work, not at a birthday party, and with a different couple. She brought coffees for everyone except her boss's fiancée, who also worked there. Obviously I had a delightful time dragging her in that fic.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

The characters I write about are almost always my favorites. All my Gossip Girl fics are Eric-centric, and all my Glee fics are Kurt-centric. I have exactly one (1) Outsiders fic in me (which I may or may not finish, we'll see), and it's all about Johnny. I'm more flexible with The Flash, but the majority of my Flash fics are about Cisco—whether or not he's the POV character—and/or Kamilla. And obviously it follows that the pairing I write for the most is Kamisco. As for what draws me to those characters, my favorites tend to be whoever I relate to the most or find the most interesting. And in the case of Kamisco, their relationship is very similar to the relationship between two of my oldest and most beloved OCs. Giving them more development comes very naturally to me, since they have the sweet, supportive kind of relationship that I love most to write about.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I've warmed a little to soulmate AUs since writing my own, but I still have my reservations about them. And enemies to lovers is a strong hit or miss. It's either the best thing ever or the worst thing ever, there is no in between, it's all about who's writing it (and who they're writing it about).

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

Writing-wise, I don't think so. I did try to write a few fantasy novels/series before and finally gave up on the idea, not because I don't like fantasy stories, but because fantasy world building just isn't something I'm good at. Of course that's more of a genre than a trope, though.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I can't think of any tropes specifically, but yeah, I'm sure there are. I know I avoid fics with M ratings like the plague because I hate smut, but I've made a few exceptions because I trusted the authors. @daftydraw and @jwmelmoth in particular are really good about setting markers in their fics to warn you when things are about to get steamy, and their collab fic Glad You Stayed also deals with some very heavy subject matter, but they handled it with the seriousness and sensitivity that it deserves (and lots of trigger warnings), so they're in the trusted author category for sure.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

My post-Mirrorverse WIP is very much out of my comfort zone, and tbh I'm still trying to figure out exactly how to approach it. The idea is that the reason Cisco and Kamilla bounced back faster than Barry and Iris in canon, is because they had a long conversation about it sooner. And it's a very uncomfortable conversation for both of them, because it means addressing Cisco's time with Mirror Kamilla and calling that implied (in this fic, confirmed) sexual assault what it really was, so it's quite a challenge as a writer, trying to find the balance in writing dialogue that dances around a sensitive subject because the characters don't want to be talking about it, without me dancing around the subject myself, because addressing the issue head-on is the whole point of the fic.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I know one of the main reasons it hasn't gotten much attention is because I only have one chapter up, but Nights That Never End is one of my all-time favorites. I ended up putting more into that first chapter than I originally planned, and I love the way it turned out. I may have dragged things out a bit in some spots, but I really loved exploring the dynamic of Cisco and Kamilla's relationship at such an early and in-between stage, and sorting through Kamilla's emotions as she's processing the fact that A) Cisco died once in another timeline, and B) her feelings for him are stronger than she realized. It also gave me a chance to write about secondhand trauma, which isn't something that gets talked about a whole lot, but is a very real thing that people experience.

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

I occasionally take prompts, when I see a good list and I have the time and energy to do it. I think my favorite might be Alive Again, because it's so light and fun, and because I love stormy days like the one in that fic. Kurt and Adam were both done so dirty in canon, and this was a very satisfying way of fixing that. And of course, This Can't Be How It Ends was a big challenge, and I'm incredibly proud of how it turned out.

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Alright, you guys remember this post?

You don't? Alright, let me summarize so that you don't have to bounce back and forth between this post and that one. So, I've been writing a full length fic for Charlotte (my Nimona OC, see original post here), taking place within the Nimona (movie) world (I may write an adaptation if I ever get my hands on that book). I really want to start posting it on Ao3 (and possibly tumblr as well?). I have a couple chapters done, but I'm unsure of how long it's going to take to write the whole thing. Most of the plot is laid out in the tumblr posts, but I'm filling in some gaps. It's not done (nor is it close to being done) yet, but I thought I'd get some tumblr opinions. I made a poll a little over a week ago.

So here were the results of the poll

...not all that conclusive, hm? Let’s put the tied two in another poll and hope it’s more conclusive (thanks to those 7 people who voted I love y’all)

And, I'll once again ask if anyone would prefer I post it both on Ao3 and on tumblr, or just on Ao3. Thanks friends!

Tagging people who used to read my tumblr posts about Charlotte since they might care more??

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx @floxu

Oh, and as a little treat, I made sim version of Charlotte's fiancée and her now ex-girlfriend from her cadet days (now as an adult). I like them a lot, I'm pretty gay for them. Thanks. See them below the cut.

Up first we have Charlotte's fiancée, Norshe

How'd she get the scar? Idk I just thought she looked cool with a scar.

And second we have ex-girlfriend and current knight, Alieza (she has two versions. The first is the persona she puts up for the public and the second is closer to who she actually is as a person)

Fun fact: I've decided that the necklace is meant to have come from Charlotte when they were teenagers. Even if she doesn't hold any romantic feelings for Char anymore, it still means a lot to her.

[pizzacrustdisposal]

I promise I'm gonna answer the ask you sent the other day evenetually- until then- Do you have any art of your ocs that you'd like to share? in some sort of compiled format? maybe with fun facts about them,,,?

ouuu woe is me for not drawing my babies more……. at least Gossamer got some finished pieces before i burnt out forever!

so here’s some juicy info about Gossamer, Melrose, Casper, and their shared species!

don’t mind how they all use my fav colours. not intentional 👉👈

Basic shadow facts!

When the Void Mother (not even sentient) gets too big, it expels excess space goo in all directions. Some of it pools up on Earth and feeds off our life essence to develop sapience.

Shadows spawn in pitch-darkness. Usually during full eclipses or new moons, and in holes or under things.

Most have visible eyes or mouths—they can change this, but it uses the same parts so they’re the same colours.

Their bodies are slime-like, as opposed to shadow demons which are gaseous. And totally unrelated, despite common belief and the fact that they can both solidify if they want to. They tend not to get along as a result of being confused so often.

A shadow can lose some mass and be fine, but it’s really weird if a different one absorbs. Like... ew?

Gossamer K. Eldridge

he/they, average height. No one knows his sexuality, but the answer is probably yes. Or no.

Anywhere from mid 30s to around 1000 years old, depending on who you ask.

Cursed to spend an eternity in the Orb, but some fucker broke it and now he’s. here.

I imagine them as chill af, but (debatably) not fully sane. He’s just learned to roll with anything by now, even his own flawed perceptions.

They might even be the one who’s written off as crazy, but ends up being right most of the time. Still mentally fucked though.

His middle name is just K.

Goss and Mel say they’re 2nd cousins. They’re not even related. Friendes

They aren’t really involved in the magic community, they mostly just hang around the local wizard academy and lie to students right before their final trials :3

They have a ukulele!

I have no memory of naming them. I don’t know where it came from. They’ve always been Gossamer to me.

Melrose Sandbourne!

they/them, 5’0. Late 20s. Pansexual.

Their middle name is Whiteclaw.

No I don’t know why.

They spawned in an abandoned wizard tower with 5 or 6 other shadows, though not all on the same day. That means they have a family! I’ll draw them eventually.

They run a small magic shop with Casper.

People have told them they’re too short to pole dance. Those people were wrong :)

Pretty hyperactive, easily bored, and tries to see the good in everything. They might be a little naïve sometimes, but there’s always room to learn.

LOVES flowers! If they weren’t fully devoted to magic, they might consider floristry🌸

They have two cats, Biscuit and Morgana. Not allowed in the shop, but one of their sisters babysits.

They love you!💚

Casper Blake

He/him, 5’7, 25.

Gay as hell.

Spawned in an empty rabbit warren in someone’s backyard. The homeowners took him in and raised him with their kittens (hence the catboyishness).

^ He usually has big fuckin front paws, but sometimes he morphs* them into hands for dexterity reasons. He doesn’t like doing that, but he hasn’t found a good middle ground yet :/

Chronic fatigue is a bitch. If it gets too bad, he just stays in a puddle of sad goo until Melrose comes to keep him company :’(

@catboy-familiar

He’s really good at baking? Like his pumpkin muffins are legendary in Harvest Hill.

* Casper’s the only one of this trifecta who actually manipulates his own mass. Which is weird because he still chooses to be fluffy instead of anything else.

^ related. He stores things in his body. Mostly the stomach region because it’s easier to reach, but he’s eaten some trinkets in his time. It never ceases to amaze/disgust witnesses.

Because of the eye/mouth thing, Casper’s teeth are gold-ish and his tongue is orange-red. Vewy scawy >:3

He can purr. If you care.

[zaltynn]

What is one lore tidbit about your characters that you've always wanted to share, but nobody asked about it?

this is suuuch a good question i dont even know how to BEGIN to answer it omg

ill start easy with aki! here's his first ever reference sheet next to his current one!

he started out as a simple white hare but is now an arctic hare; i chose arctic over snowshoe because i wanted him white all year round and it was between those two species because im canadian and so i prefer to pick animals that are in or close to my country :D (snow is important to the canadian experience asdadfasf)

he's actually a kinsona. my first ever, and lemme say, it has been a very positive experience. at the time, one of my friends had made another kinsona (they had a lot already), and it was from a fandom i knew and i guess it finally clicked what the merit was to having kinsonas (i didn't understand for a loooong time. embarassing really) i made akitoshi in the image of all might from my hero academia (my at the time obsession) and ukitake jushiro from bleach (one of my favourite characters) since then, he's aquired hints of baizhu from genshin impact, fierce deity from majora's mask and others.

also ive had a few people ask what are the tubes he's wearing, but ive never had anyone ask why; aki wears oxygen support because of his inspirations who some have either; crippling injury to lungs, chronic illness affecting the lungs, terminal illness of the lungs- so it kinda was the idea from sketch #1 that aki needed o2 support as a way to represent that. (nowadays i just kinda ascribe him to severe scarring in the lungs paired with reduced capacity and leave it at that. i aint a medical expert lmao)

his inspos mean so much to me still

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next lets do... cassius! he's my main bloodborne oc, who i like to throw into aus a lot.

he was actually my first ever file in a souls game, so he's really special to me. He was already visually planned out in my head before i got the game and made him. i knew i wanted to do white hair and red eyes, classic vampiric look for a spooky blood-related game :D

something i dont talk about much with him is how his in game experiences has effected his character a lot (though that feels pretty standard). The whole reason he deals with chronic pain and a bad knee is because of his in game-attire that had the knee-brace like decoration, and his scars are so numerous because it was my first souls game and i was WOEFULLY AWFUL at it XD

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next lets do kyrey!

hes also an oldie who's been around a long while. here's his first ever ref and his current:

thats wild to see side-by-side omg

a lore with him i dont talk about much is the situation with his wings. He grew them due to a side effect of a magical transformation that's ruining his health (irreversible malady type thing). what happened is that he was in captivity once as a p.o.w. and in order to escape he had to cut his wings that were tied down (he wasn't thinking too straight at the time) and since they were so damaged upon getting help, it was the safer bet to completely amputate them. He deals with phantom sensations a lot from it that i dont really write or draw about.

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lets do one more for funsies!

dereck, my boi!

fun fact about him, is he wasn't even supposed to be the main character lmao i designed him to be the older brother figure of rylan, who was back then my only and main piglin oc.

here's a pic of old-design dereck (left) and old-design rylan (right) together

crazy how the time passes- like, dereck BARELY looks anything like he used to XD

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anyway, thanks so much for the ask!! thank you so much for all the likes and comments, it means so much ^-^

[marshmallowloves]

can I tell you guys a secret about my history with my crash f/os... well here it is anyway cause I feel like rambling more about them fjdhfj

back in 2013, maybe even a little earlier, I got this little palm-sized notebook with teacups on it (which I referenced in this post for my crash self insert!) that I called the Tiny Tea Journal.

2013-2015 was a very tough time for me for many reasons. moved schools, family things, all that stuff. but I also happened to be very into crash bandicoot at the time! so in this journal, I wrote dozens of pages of dialogue exchanges between N. Gin, Cortex, and myself...or rather, Twist (my OC at the time, before I made a proper self insert) about stuff like people who annoyed me at school or my friends and family or struggles I had with studying. I also had a word document where I did the same thing, but the tea journal was more portable so there were way more entries in there.

this journal quickly became very important to me, as did the two doctors in question. Actually, it was originally just N. Gin... I shipped him with Twist before even starting this journal. but I came to adore Cortex as well...or I guess my own interpretation of him at the time. when I wrote him in the journal he acted somewhat differently from canon, he still had classic evil tendencies like wanting to vaporize my classmates and his usual brand of humor/theatrics, but he also treated me/Twist kindly - the whole "only exception" thing I'm a sucker for.

N. Gin didn't really have many tweaks to his personality when I wrote him. he was still unhinged as usual and I always imagined him to be polite and affectionate if he liked someone a lot anyway, so it worked out for the journal~

eventually I started flat-out self shipping with both of them, but nowadays I try to write them as close to canon as I can, because a.) that's what I initially fell in love with anyway and b.) I've grown up and realized it's waaay more fun and interesting to use their current canon personalities when making my s/i interact with them.

but...there will always still be the Tiny Tea Journal version of them that lives exclusively in my head...and in that book. (which is sort of why it's been a struggle to flesh out Synes and Cortex's relationship lately... I never had to think too hard about whether he'd love me genuinely or not, because of the way I wrote him all those years ago. he just...did fjdhfj)

bonus fun fact as a thank you for reading to this point: the reason my ship name with N. Gin is Fuzzy Slippers is because when I was writing those entries, I was mostly picturing the CTTR/Titans/Mutant version of him. there's one mission in CTTR where he asks for fuzzy slippers to complete a weapon and for some reason it just kinda...stuck with me, to the point where he would call me/Twist his fuzzy slipper as a term of endearment in the journal. and now it's carried over to Synes fjdhsf

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Twenty Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @st-eve-barnes (ily)

1. how many works do you have on AO3 tumblr?

i am fairly new to a03, so my only fic on there currently is 'a fine line'. all of the rest of my works are here, on tumblr. so i'm going to just going to change a03 to tumblr for the sake of this little quiz.

2. what's your total AO3 tumblr word count?

approximately 115.2k, there are more because i have removed things from my masterlist that you can still find out there but i'm re-writing those currently for other characters.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing for HOTD. previously, i have written for marvel, stranger things, the walking dead, and my very first fics were about members of bands that i loved.

4. top five fics by kudos:

age of consent (eddie munson) || a fine line (hotd) || casual (eddie munson) || i wanna hold your hand (bucky barnes) || dinner & diatribes (hotd)

5. do you respond to comments?

i try my absolute best to! comments fuel me in a way that i don't think anyone understands.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it isn't anything that i have published but after 'a fine line' (which is also pretty angsty) i'm going to roll out a new series called 'leave it untold' which will have the angstiest ending i've ever written.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of my fics have a happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

i have only ever received two hate comments. one was warranted. the other called my oc a 'fat cow'.

9. do you write smut?

it's hard for me to NOT write smut.

10. craziest crossover?

i'm not a huge fan of crossovers.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of and hope it never happens. i work really fucking hard on these fics, like my world revolves around these stories. it's all i ever think about.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not!

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

no, but i'd be happy to collaborate. or at least try!

14. all time favorite ship?

me and aegon ii targaryen.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i'm terrified of not finishing 'a fine line'. i'm going to, but it's not complete and i'm just scared that i'm going to let everyone down. fun fact about that story is that it started as a steve x reader x bucky (marvel) fic. someone liked the first chapter so much that they messaged me and asked me how i envisioned it ending. i told them the entire plot. so someone out there knows how it ends.

16. what are your writing strengths?

scene building (in my personal opinion)

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

transitioning between scenes

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i am bad enough at english, i don't think i personally could pull it off. but if there was a fic out there that i liked and it happened to have dialogue in another language, i wouldn't be opposed to reading it.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

emo bands of 2006.

20. favorite fic you've written?

at this point in time i'm going to say 'age of consent' because it's a finished series. it gained me a lot of new friends and followers. but as far as how passionate i am about a fic... it's 'a fine line' hands down. the way that fic has taken hold in my brain. it's so personal to me, too. i started writing it in a time where i was so uncertain of myself and what i wanted. and what i have planned for it is really good, i think.

no pressure tags: @madame-fear, @lovelykhaleesiii, @inthedayswhenlandswerefew, @sapphire-writes <3

[sincerely-sofie]

Do songs that you listen often to ever remind you of characters or events from TPiaG or other stories you've written? It happens to me a lot with stuff from a story with OCs I've been helping my best friend make for years now.

Anyways, I'm asking about it because a song from my playlist reminded me a lot of Twig when I heard it while driving the other day. I had heard the song a million times before, but when I was thinking about the lyrics more they seemed to perfectly fit her internal conflict. The song was Blurt by Mega Mango if you want to take a listen.

The song is definitely just about dealing with mental health issues in general, but my PMD brainrot made it so that this was all I could think about after my epiphany. On that note, I want to offer you a congratulations for writing characters so well that they takes over my brain from time to time. I greatly appreciate it. :D

First up: Thanks so much for your kind words! Second: Oh my goodness. My friend, you are opening up Pandora's Box. 

TPiaG doesn't have as many songs associated with it as my other projects because it hasn't been in development for several years— however, a vital part of my story development process is listening to music and imagining all the animatics of the characters and storyline that I want to make set to them. I do this for every project that sufficiently resonates with the blorbo frequency in my brain, and TPiaG is no exception! 

In terms of songs that embody specific events but aren't connected to a single character, I regularly listen to “Turn the Lights off” by Tally Hall and imagine a sort of extended theme song animation for if TPiaG were an animated series. There's so many lines that mention concepts important to the story!

Another animatic song, this one set in the Dark Future when Twig was human and starting her and Grovyle's quest to save the world, is "Running Out Of Time" by Lin-Manuel Miranda--- specifically the stretch spanning at roughly 1:10 to the end of the song. I have a very vivid image of Twig repeatedly shouting at Grovyle that they need to abscond ASAP as he frantically gathers supplies that spilled out of his bag while they're being pursued by the sableye, and then of Dusknoir being dismissed by a ferryman as he's interrogating him on which way they went.

I also still listen to “Let's Get This Over With” by They Might be Giants and imagine the rest of that one unfinished animatic I posted forever ago. That song isn't as blatantly connected to the events of the game, but there's a few anchor points in the lyrics I really enjoy. 

As for individual characters and songs I associate with them, here’s a selection with links to Spotify for easy listening!

Twig:

"Hey, Doctor Doctor" by Milk in the Microwave

"Monster" by Half Moon Run

"Smile" by Ukuletea

"Feelings Are Fatal" by mxmtoon

... And now, "Blurt" by Mega Mango as well!

Ark:

"Problems" by Mother Mother 

"Rule #21- Momento Mori" by Fish in a Birdcage

"What You Know" by Two Door Cinema Club

Kip:

"I'm Not Fine" by Blixemi

"Don't Throw Out My Legos" by AJR

"Just Take My Wallet" by Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Grovyle:

"The Villain I Appear to Be" covered by Annapantsu

"Surface Pressure" covered by Annapantsu

(I don't know why both of these songs are specifically the versions sung by Annapantsu. Apparently she's Grovyle-coded in my head.)

Celebi:

(Insert any bubblegum pop or kawaii future bass song of your choice here.)

(Celebi has somehow evaded my ability to assign her songs. I’ll get her someday.)

Dusknoir: 

"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young

"Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives

"I Was Me" by Imagine Dragons

Twig's Aunt:

"Family Jewels" by Marina and the Diamonds

"In Fact (Demo Version)" By Gregory and the Hawk

"Ain't It Fun" by Paramore

Twig's Mother:

"Brother" by Madds Buckley

And for those who'd enjoy some Travailshipping songs...

"You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound

"Dark Clay" by Levi Weaver

"When the Day Met the Night" by Panic! at the Disco

"Can I Have the Day With You" by Sam Ock

"Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives

[sleepy-writer84]

S15 Ep9 The Trap

Authors Note: This is based on episode 9 of season 15 of Supernatural with my oc Hunter. Fun fact, she and Kevin share a kind of sibling bond, and I would love to write a little one-shot about that. I might write something next regarding their relationship alongside the bond I have Castiel and Kevin have too!

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Last Part: Moriah

Screwed. That’s the only thing that Castiel could think of right now. He was properly and utterly screwed for lack of better words. He and Dean had gone to Purgatory, Michael opening a rift for the two. They had exactly 12 hours to get a Leviathan Blossom and return. Michael had given them a spell that would trap Chuck, and with Sam and Eileen being kidnapped by God himself, the two were running out of time. Everything had gone semi-smoothly when he and Dean had entered Purgatory. They had run into a Leviathan, and he had shown them to a location where the blossoms bloomed. Turns out it was a trap though, and Dean had been knocked out, while Castiel had been kidnapped. Now, he was walking through the woods, two Leviathans grabbing his arms and dragging him down a path to Eve. There were three more Leviathans in front of him and two more behind him. Part of him wanted to fight back and escape their holds since they weren’t really tying him up or subduing his powers, but he was outnumbered and didn’t know if it would be possible to brute force his way out of this. All he hoped was that Dean had gained consciousness and made it back to the portal, escaping this place before the doors closed. 

A sudden pressure on his arms pulls him back from his thoughts. The Leviathans had stopped moving, and as Castiel looked up he saw three black-hooded figures blocking their path. He couldn’t tell who these people were, but by the way the Leviathans had acted, they weren’t on the same side. “Get out of the way” one of the Leviathan barked, the one who was leading the group. 

One of the hooded figures steps forward, speaking in a cajun accent, “Now why would we do that?” the man asks, tilting his head. 

“Because Eve commands it,” the Leviathan answers, sneering at the man, “You’re outnumbered, if you’re smart you’d turn back”. 

This causes the hooded figure to chuckle, “Head back, nah I think we like it right here. Though, if you let go of the angel, we could spare ya”. 

The Leviathans all laugh at this, one of them speaking up, “Spare us? You’re outnumbered, you really want to stand in the way of what Mother wants?”

“Oh she’s no mother to us we got our own lady to listen to, so again let the angel go,” the man with the accent laughs. 

“Who are you anyways?” one of the Leviathan questions. 

“Who am I? Little ol me? Surprised you can’t tell, though it was rumored my own kind ripped me apart huh?” the cloaked figure mumbles, taking a few steps forwards before reaching to take off his hood. Castiel’s eyes squint as he takes in the appearance of the man, realizing it was Benny, the vampire who had helped him and Dean when they were trapped in Purgatory all those years ago. 

“So you’re a dead man walking huh? I guess nothing stays dead for long” the frontman Leviathan snarls, “You think we're gonna go running just because we've seen a ghost?” he chuckles. 

“Maybe? But to be honest, Imma think you’re gonna go running because of who you threatened here, see our lady friend wants the angel safe and back home, and well you’ve gone and messed up his pretty face, and she’s not happy” Benny says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You think we’re afraid of some bitch?” the frontman asks, his eyes on the cloaked figures. 

“Buddy if I were you, I’d choose your words a bit more carefully” Benny warns, raising an eyebrow. The cloaked figure who was in the middle steps forward, placing a hand on Benny’s back. Benny nods his head to them, letting them step forward. The cloaked figure slowly tugs off their hood, revealing blue eyes and wavy black hair. The Leviathan freezes, the ones holding onto Castiel loosening their grip on his arms. Castiel however, is frozen too, taking in the sight of her, his Hunter. 

“You’re in my territory,” she simply speaks, walking forwards, causing the Leviathan to step backward, terrified of the cambion, “And you have my angel” she snarls. 

“We didn’t know it was you,” the frontman speaks quickly, urgently, “We didn’t know this was your territory” he adds on. 

She laughs at this, and even though it's a dark and dangerous laugh, all Castiel can think is how beautiful she is. How tired she looked, how determined she was. “You saw the marks on the trees, right? Or are you just not that bright? And that graveyard you defiled, that was my garden, my territory that you poisoned, that you defiled with that angel trap” she snarls. 

“Must have slipped our minds, Eve, Mother, she was insistent on capturing the angel the moment he arrived” the frontman tries to explain. Hunter stops him, holding up her hand and causing him to choke. 

“I don’t care what Eve wants, we made an agreement, this is my territory, and I don’t want your filth invading it. I told her this is my land, and to keep away if she wanted to stay in power here”. She clenches her fist, black goo foaming at the lips of the frontman, “But I see that none of that matters, she sent you here, to capture my angel”. She releases her fist letting the frontman breathe. “And I told her I didn’t want anyone I cared for to be threatened, so I suggest you let the angel go and crawl back home”. 

The frontman gasps for breath, nodding his head before running off. The other Leviathan tries to run off too, but she holds up her hand keeping them in place, “Nuh-uh” she says in a singsong voice, “I only need one messenger, isn’t that right Benny?” she asks the vampire. 

“You’re right about that” Benny grins, “I think we need to make a new garden here since they ruined your last one darlin”. 

After that, everything moves fast. Castiel still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Hunter was here, in Purgatory. When she had gone missing, presumably dead at the hands of Jack, the Winchesters and he alongside Rowena had tried every tracking spell they could to find out where she was, if she was dead or not, but they had no luck. It was a dead end every time, and with everything that happened, the boys were forced to move on, to find a way to subdue Jack and end Chuck. There was no time to chase deadends. If she was dead, they should have known. If she was here in Purgatory, they should have known. Yet here she was, perfect and beautiful and Castiel was stunned and surprised and so much more. He had missed her so much, missed the way she would smile, missed the way she would sing, missed the way she would love. She was the brightest person in the world, with a heart of gold. She was pure and kind and everyone who knew her loved her. He had and always did love her. As the fight breaks out, he punches the Leviathan on his left holding his arm. The one holding his right arm lurches forward, stumbling before kicking him down. He falls onto his face, wrestling the two Levithan before the third cloaked figure throws something on them, causing them to hiss and burn. The third cloaked figure, pulls Castiel up off the ground, quickly making a ring around them. Castiel, who was supporting a broken nose and bloody face looks around frantically, seeing Hunter and Benny fight the other four Leviathan. 

Castiel starts towards them, but the cloaked figure pulls him back, taking his hood off. “Kevin?” Castiel asks gruffily, recognizing the prophet. The last time he saw Kevin was months ago when he had escaped hell when God opened it up. That's when Castiel, Sam, and Dean found out that instead of Heaven, Chuck had sent Kevin to hell. They had the demon possessing Jake open a rift in the portal they made in the town nearby to let Kevin escape and roam the world, but somehow he was here, in Purgatory. 

“Yeah, it's me” Kevin responds nervously, his hold on Castiel tight but weak, “Listen, she’d rather us stay in this circle okay, they can’t pass it. I figure since she makes me stay in these things during fights so no one touches me, she’d want you to, as well”. 

“How are you here?” Castiel questions, his eyes leaving the boy's face to look at Hunter who had just killed her second Leviathan, “Last time we saw you, you went wandering around Earth so you didn’t have to go back to hell”. 

“Yeah, I know. It’s a long story, basically, she brought me down here, to keep me from going insane” Kevin answers, “She was fading up there, her soul not being able to remain on Earth, so she took me here with her to try and figure something out”. 

“Figure something out?” Castiel asks incredulously, “What do you mean?” he shifts towards the boy, grabbing onto the front of his shirt. 

“Listen man I don’t know, just please don’t hurt me” he squeaks, holding his hands up to shield his face. 

“Looks like your angel is mad” Benny scoffs, walking towards the two, Hunter following behind him. 

“Put him down Cas” Hunter says gently, moving to place her hands on his back and Kevin’s shoulder. Castiel looks down at her, his grip on Kevin loosening but not letting go. 

“I need answers” he growls, “Why is he here? Why are you here? Where were you? What happened” he responds in a gruff voice. 

“Shaking the kid won’t solve that” Benny calls out, causing Hunter to scoff. She meets the angel’s eyes with her pleading ones to let the boy go. Reluctantly he drops Kevin’s collar, who takes a step away from the angel.

“A lot has happened, let's talk on the way back to the portal okay? You’re runnin out of time to get out of here” she responds calmly. Castiel squints his eyes at her, not believing this is her, but motions to her to lead the way. Hunter turns to look at Kevin and motions with her head to join Benny. Benny and Kevin walk down the path that the Leviathan had taken Castiel on his way here, her and Castiel walking behind them. 

After a moment of silence, Hunter speaks up beside the angel, “It wasn’t Jake you know”. Castiel looks down at her, his brows furrowed. 

“What do you mean?” he asks wearily. 

“I mean, I saw it, you all blamed Jake, assumed he killed me..like he killed Mary” her voice falls softly, “But he didn’t kill me”. 

“Then who did?” he asks. 

“Chuck,” she says simply, “I..I was there, at the cabin, when Jack lost it. He..he fried Nick, and then I went into labor. Mary wanted to get us back to the bunker, but Jack had panicked. He didn’t want her to tell Sam and Dean…you..what he had done. I felt it, the change in energy, the baby could sense the danger..so it took me somewhere else right as Jack..” her voice cracks. She clears her throat before continuing, “The baby sent me to another universe, to give birth. Afterward, Chuck..he showed up”. 

Castiel stares down at her, his throat tightening, “He killed you?” he asks, trying not to let his voice crack. 

Hunter nods her head, her black locks bouncing on her head, “He did” she confirms, her voice breaking. “It was all a joke to him” she continues after a moment, “All of it was. He told me he never planned to let me live. That other cambion, the child, he had killed him after Dean and Sam convinced you not to. Once he got light of me, he was going to kill me too, but then I became close to his favorite toys, so he thought why not make it entertaining” she lets out a dry laugh, kicking a rock on the path they were walking. 

Castiel could feel his pulse quickening, could feel the conflicting emotions suffocating him. Of course, it was Chuck, of course, God had played with her life like everyone else. “Why?” Castiel asks, “Why kill you?” 

“Because he saw me as a threat” she answers him. “Growing up, the only ‘powerful’ thing I did was weaken the yellow-eyed demon when he had come for me to create his new generation of psychics as he had with Sam’s generation. After that, the abuse my father put me through weakened my potential, I was too scared of myself. I grew close to the Winchesters, and he enjoyed that story. Remember how he told me, that once I gave birth I would reach my potential? Well apparently that potential was becoming strong…almost as strong as him. That threatened him” she explains taking a deep breath. 

“He came to me after I gave birth in that apocalyptic universe, and he went off on a tangent. How he could never control me. How just like Jack he couldn’t watch me…he couldn’t script my story. So he settled on involving me in the stories he’d write about Sam and Dean. He gave me permission to have kids with you, just so it would happen. Another tragedy, a perfect tragedy he called it. He was so sure I would die during childbirth, but I didn’t so he had to kill me. Because someone like Jack and I, walking around with so much power, with the ability to stop him, it wasn’t allowed” she breathes shakily. 

They had finally reached the portal, Dean nowhere to be found. Castiel could hear Benny calling out to them, saying he was gonna go ahead to make sure Dean was on his way, telling Kevin and the rest of them to stay put. He could feel the pounding in his head, the ringing in his ears. He heard Dean’s voice. Not near them, but as if the man was praying to him. Telling him he forgave him, that he was sorry, that he hoped Castiel was okay. Everything was too much for Castiel. Everything came crashing down on him, and he leaned his forehead on a nearby tree, trying to calm his uneven breaths. This was really her, this was really happening. Chuck had killed her. Chuck had given them hope for a future with the intention of taking it away all for his epic story.

Hunter places her hand on Castiel’s back, her head tilting forward to look at his face, “Angel look at me please” she begs. He opens his watery blue eyes, meeting her own dull and tired ones. 

“You’re real” he repeats over and over again, “You’re here and I didn’t come and get you”. 

“Oh Castiel,” she says heartbroken, “It isn’t your fault,” she tells him gently. 

“I was supposed to protect you…I failed” he admits, his voice cracking. 

“You could never fail me, angel, you had so much more to worry about than a lost soul like me,” she says softly. 

Castiel shakes his head, his hair matted to his forehead, “I was supposed to protect you..and our kid..what happened to our son?” he asks painfully. 

“Chuck killed him too” she answers him, her eyes watering, “I don’t know where he is, but I’ve never given up. I will find a way back to you, to him” she promises. 

Castiel closes his eyes tightly, letting out a broken sob. This wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. “Come back with us” he begs. 

“I can’t” she whispers, “I go through that portal and I disappear. This is only half my soul, the other half is at rest in the Empty,” she tells him, “I can’t go back until I find a way to wake myself up” she explains. 

“How…” he begins to ask but Hunter cuts him off, “I did a little spell, something Rowena taught me, in a desperate attempt to get back to you all. I cut my soul in half, good thing I have the brightest and biggest soul in the world huh?” she laughs wetly, leaning into his side, “When Chuck killed me, I went to the Empty, but the part of my soul I ripped from my body when I was still alive, it came back here, to this universe. That’s where I met Kevin, that’s how I watched you and the boys. But I was fading, fading to this place. I was able to take Kevin with me, and every day I try to find a way to wake myself up in the Empty. Once I get that far, I’m sure I’ll be able to get back to the bunker, but for now, I just try and gain strength, try and get through the day” she mumbles. 

“I’ve missed you” Castiel admits, staring at her, letting her lean against him. 

“I’ve missed you too Angel” she sniffles, leaning her head onto his shoulder. The moment is interrupted by Dean and Benny making it back. 

“Cas?” Dean calls out. Castiel straightens up, walking over to Dean. 

“Hello Dean” Castiel greets, blocking Hunter from view, not on purpose, he was just glad to see Dean alive.

“I thought you were dead, they took you man” Dean lets out a breath of relief. 

“I let them take me, to keep you safe since I was the one that Eve wanted” Castiel explains. 

Dean nods his head before clearing his throat, “Look Cas…I…” Dean begins but Castiel cuts him off, “I heard your prayer, Dean, it’s okay you don’t have to say it again”. Dean looks appreciatively at Cas, really not wanting to have a ‘chick flick moment’ like he would put it. But the moment that Hunter steps up to stand beside Castiel, all of that is forgotten. 

“Hunter?” he asks quietly, afraid if he is too loud he will scare her away. 

“Yeah it’s me Deano” she whispers, tears stinging her eyes.

Dean wastes no time, walking over to her. He picks up a strand of her black hair, twirling it in his hands, his eyes moving towards her face, almost like he was making sure she was real, before he wraps his arms around her tightly, “I missed you Hunnie” his voice cracks. 

Hunter laughs at this, holding onto his tightly, “I haven’t heard that nickname in years” she mumbles against his shoulder. At the scene, Castiel feels guilty. He hadn’t hugged her, hadn’t even held her hand when he first saw her, too skeptical that any of this was real. Instead, he had spent all his time with her questioning her. 

As Dean and Hunter break apart, she smiles sadly up at Dean, “I can’t come with you” she tells him with a broken voice. 

Dean’s jaw tightens, and he nods his head, “I figured” he mumbles, patting her shoulder. “So I’m guessing a couple of months ago when I saw you with Jack at the graveyard, that wasn’t a trick of my eyes?” he asks her. 

Hunter shakes her head, “That was really me” she promises, “A part of my soul, it was on Earth for a bit before being dragged down here,” she explains, “I just…I wanted to show you who the real enemy was”. 

“Chuck…he was the one who killed you” Dean’s voice sours, putting two and two together. That’s why all those months ago she had appeared to him and only him, almost like a warning, to not go along with God’s plans. 

“You’re smart sometimes” she grins sadly, “You need to be going, the rift is going to close soon,” she tells the boys. Dean pats her shoulder again before stepping back, nodding his head. “Here” she mumbles, reaching into her bag, “I used a spell to make it look prettier, but I heard you were looking for a Leviathan Blossom so hopefully this works”, she takes out a blood-red flower handing it over to Dean. 

“Thank you” Dean mumbles, holding onto the delicate flower, “What are the chances we trap god and then come back for you? And you let us?” Dean asks pained. 

“It can’t happen,” she tells him sadly, “I can’t come back till I get my other half in the Empty, this is something you just have to trust me on. I’ll find a way, I always do”, she smiles at him. Dean nods his head, clearing his throat. 

As Dean says goodbye to Benny and walks over to talk to Kevin, Hunter looks back at Castiel. “I don’t want this to be goodbye” Castiel breaks the silence between them, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to fight off the pain he feels. 

“It doesn’t have to be” she calls out to him, her bottom lip quivering. Castiel reaches out to her hesitantly, before pulling her into a hug. Hunter rests her chin on his shoulder, her arms desperately clinging to him. 

“Let’s hope the next time we meet I’m whole” she whispers into the crook of his neck. This only causes Castiel to hold onto her tighter. As they break apart, Castiel looks down at her heartbroken. The nagging feeling that even if she did make it back to the bunker, whole and alive, the moment would be cut short. Dean pats Hunter’s back, saying one final round of goodbyes before going through the rift, leaving Castiel there for a moment. Castiel clears his throat, waving goodbye and thanking both Kevin and Benny for keeping her safe. He then looks down at Hunter, kissing her forehead before stepping away, forcing himself to go back through the closing portal. Once he is back in the bunker, only one thought goes through his head, how he is going to fail Hunter once again, because if she ever made it back here, he would be happy, and in that very moment of their reunion, he would leave her. The deal he made with the Empty weighed over him heavily at that very moment.

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Hi Sas!

For the writers' ask game how about 12, 34 and 68?

Hi Lola, thank you for the ask! 

Fanfiction Writing Asks

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

I think I’m one of the most detailed outliners I know! And I have a lot of writer friends, so that says a lot, LOL. I go as far as color-coding by POV per section, so it’s not even “this happens in this chapter”, it’s “this happens in this SECTION.”

But there are things I leave to the spur of the moment too. I write a lot of action sequences, and I try to leave the specifics of the fight for when I’m drafting because I have to get the “flow” of the action to see what outcomes naturally fall into place. Or if I need to know the outcome to outline the next part of the story, I “write” that whole sequence in a messy outline like a “draft 0.5”, and then make a concise version of that fight to put in my outline so I can get on with the rest of my plan. 

I also love writing stories from multiple POVs, so sometimes I’ll plan out whose POV I want to incorporate in which section, but I’ll leave wiggle room for sections where I realize someone else’s POV works better, or if I realize I need to split them into two or add more scenes. Though I will say that none of these changes will make me stray from my outline, because I’ve usually worked out where I’m going with a story before I start drafting.

Fun fact: a lawyer friend once saw a screenshot of my notes for the climax of one of my fics, and she said they were as detailed as her court notes! I still brag about it from time to time. Like right now.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

A fair amount, although it’s more coincidental. I’m not specifically drawn to writing certain characters just because they’re “like me”, for instance. So if I know about something from my past that’ll help with my WIP, that’s cool. But if I don’t, that won’t put me off from writing the story—in those cases, instead of trying to “relate”, I would go about it intuitively and hypothetically, and defer to my research and/or my imagination.

Also, if I happen to have experiences that are similar to the backstories of certain characters, I will embrace them and try to reflect on them in order to to help me narrate the thought process or motivation that this character might have. But I try not to project myself into the whole story, so my character might respond to their situations differently from how I responded when I went through something similar, because I’m not them. 

Bonus: I majored in psychology back in undergrad, which comes in handy. I definitely use a lot of knowledge from my degree to come up with solutions to the emotional aspects of my work or to figure out what a character would do given their circumstances.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

I would say no, because I started off writing original fiction when i was 15, and I didn’t get into fanfics until about 5 years after that, so by the time I was writing my first fic, I already sounded like ME (in terms of a “voice” and style). 

While fanfics haven’t influenced the way I write, they’ve influenced my ideas and setups. For example, I’ve got an OC who is a ghost, who plays an active role in the plot. I won’t reveal too much right now, but the idea of having a ghost OC comes from the MHA fanfic “Yesterday Upon the Stair” on AO3 (highly recommend!). I also get ideas about magic systems from published fiction or even TV shows, and sometimes I might end up adapting certain fanons I see from other fics into my own fics with permission from the author. 

Oh, I also started writing in present tense after reading some fics in my past fandoms where the author wrote in present tense, and I wanted to try it out. It turned out to work really well for my style, so I adapted that into my own writing. But that’s the most influence that any fics have had on me stylistically. Now I’m flexible and I can switch back to past tense if the story works better like that, and I’ve also got fics where I write flashback chapters in past tense, and “current storyline” chapters in present tense.