#god I’m so sorry this took so long!!!

[quixoticprince]

When your medic leaves to go pocket another man or something

[samglyph]

Careful boys, you’ve got a tail.

Commissions and Tip Jar

[popagan]

‘The rate of which I make art for AO3 fics in the library VS. the rate of me adding in new fics into the library’ makes an unfair battle. 12 pieces in and 90 fics (and counting) in store…. This is not a war I can win….

P.S. I make them simply to decorate my Apple Library with AO3 fics I like (self-indulgence). The drawing is dependent on my mood + what I felt like drawing/trying out, and the content of the fic. It is as subjective as it is NOT indicative of what the fic is like. I highly recommend you check the following fics out yourself.

Links to the fics:

City of Sunshine

see you on the other side;

Like a Promise

All That Hate

Grief

Under the Surface

[anicehomicidaltree]

i know you haven't posted about it in a while, but i'm very very obsessed with your priest mind au. if you're willing, could we get a tiny lore tidbit relating to it? /nf

Gladly!

Mind was praying at the altar early in the morning when suddenly a bright flash of light beamed in front of him. He startled when his vision cleared and he saw what was clearly an angel.

Needless to say Heart and Minds first meeting was awkward.

[dibbzzeopozzum009]

For @zleepysnails , I’m done with da fanart!! :D

Also happy Halloween!! 💀🎃

[losersimonriley]

At the tail end of a long, grueling mission that had them run around half of Eastern Europe, Laswell had given Ghost and Soap three days of leave before they'd be flying back home. She'd even booked them a hotel in a tiny spa town for two nights. Yet even though they arrived early in the day, Soap was still exhausted enough from the mission to just let Ghost handle the check in.

Something was off, though, when Ghost returned to him. He could tell by the square set of his shoulders and the slight frown on his brows. Even without his usual balaclava, his hood and face mask hid most of Ghost's expressions from inexperienced viewers.

"Good news: Laswell's paying for two dinners each at the in house restaurant. It's supposedly very good," Ghost reported.

"And the bad news?"

Ghost subtly shifted his weight. "Only had rooms with double beds left."

"You mind sharing?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

"Nah. Thought you might."

"Nah. Let's get up to our room then. I'm right knackered from the trip."

Ghost rolled his eyes at the phrasing, but didn't comment on it. When Soap punched his shoulder to signal go time, he obediently followed to the elevator.

As forewarned, the room only had one bed. But at least it was the softest, most cloud like bed Soap'd ever had the pleasure of sitting on. He wanted to immediately lie down and never get up. First things first, though.

"Mind if I take the first shower?"

Ghost shrugged. "Feel free. Thought I'd have a look around town. Find the spa. Try the public fountains. Look at the local attractions. Tourist shite."

"Have fun. I'll cover home base while you're out on recon, then."

Ghost huffed out a small laugh as he turned to leave the room.

Soap hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself off with extremely fluffy towels and then got himself comfortable in the bed. He'd planned on a quick nap, but when he woke up again, it was because someone had chucked a paper bag at his head. It smelled deliciously like baked goods.

"Got you lunch, Sleeping Beauty."

"I'd be so mad at you for waking me like that," Soap said as he sat up and bit into the bun that'd smacked him in the ear. "If this weren't so good."

"Up for an afternoon trying all the healing springs? The park is twenty minutes from here and has at least ten different fountains with different properties. Maybe one can cure stupid."

"Maybe one can cure being a dick."

"You'll never know."

They spent the afternoon together trying the water from every single fountain in the park. It had clearly been built sometime in the nineteenth century, Soap pointed out, citing the architecture and decorations. The water was various kinds of salty. More than half the fountains were claimed to have uranium in the water, a fact that led both Ghost and Soap to come up with more and more outrageous movie mutations caused by too much of the spa water. Dinner at the hotel's restaurant was fantastic. The chef didn't skimp on the fat, nor on the herbs and spices.

Soap had almost forgotten about the bed in their room by the time they got ready for bed. "I can still sleep on the floor, LT."

"Why?"

"Dunno." Soap shrugged. "Thought it might be weird to you."

"'s not." Ghost took off his boots, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs before he slipped under the covers. "Fuck. 's like a cloud in here."

Quickly, before either of them could change their mine, Soap undressed and got into bed as well. His hammering heart forced him to keep a fair distance between himself and Ghost.

"Figured you'd be a cuddler," Ghost mused.

"That an offer?"

"Mh." Under the covers, Ghost reached out to pull Soap closer to him. "Don't mind if it's you."

Soap swallowed. He let himself be pulled against Ghost, head resting on a broad chest, hand over a heart that was beating it's staccato rhythm in tandem with Soap's own.

"G'night, Simon," Soap whispered, not trusting his mouth to say more.

"Night, Johnny."

When he woke up the next morning with his Johnny sprawled out on top of him, with his breath hot against his bare neck, Ghost was immensely glad he'd convinced the hotel clerk to give them a room with a double bed. Even if it was just for one more night, he'd treasure this closeness for the rest of his life.

This felt like getting tucked into a comfy warm hotel bed of my very own <3 I hope everyone else enjoys this cloud bed as much as I do god BLESS

[stealingyourbones]

Spent so much time making sushi for dinner and was so excited to have a funky little sushi roll and eat it like a burrito but then my nori ripped apart mid roll and I had to eat it as a salad and apparently my brain doesn’t like the texture of imitation crab + seaweed and rice rn :(

[shurikenfox]

Do you trust him, Princess?

+ no BG/rendering version

[justkillingthyme]

Hi do you have thoughts on Leon Bronev i saw the video you made of him on tiktok and i wanna know what you found

I want to crunch him.

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about him in relation to Emmy. About how he acts to her and how it differs from how he treats Theo and Hershel

I haven’t looked back to the end of MM and AL in a while so I’m just gonna ramble about early Bronev rather than totally brainwashed Bronev.

I think he was a good father to Hershel and Theodore. If a little strict, he cared. He loved his family, and tried to raise them the best he could. I haven’t thought much about his family, but I think he was Literally Just Some Guy.

In one of my fics I detail Rachel’s death and a bit about them together. My personal hc revolves more on the side of her being immunocompromised and they were a bit anxious about having children lest they inherit her immune system. But Hershel was healthy and Theo was too (eventually).

Nest Era Bronev was just kinda trying to get by. Eventually he succumbed to the whole Targent System of abuse and had his morals bend little by little. It was a years long I’m in a cult thing for him.

Emmy is a decade or so younger than Hershel, so depending on how old you place Theo (I now place him closer to 7), Emmy was born 3 years after the Bronevs were snatched. I hc he started mentoring her around the time she was 7-10. So by the time started with her he was already 10 years into the system.

Writing the targent Hershel fic and canary shifted a lot of my perspective on how intense Targent is about obedience and how far they will push a person. It’s kill or be killed. Cognitive dissonance on his part, but we know by the time he’s been there for 30 years he truly believes he’s in the right.

Emmy cannot be a daughter for him. He already has two sons. Around the time he takes in Emmy he starts looking for Hershel (and finds Theo instead/learns about the swap. That’s a whole other thing for me to talk about). He’s still sentimentally attached to his family, and having attachments Can And Will be used against you.

Especially once he gets into a position of power. If Emmy is seen as an attachment, it could be used against him. I hc bronev took power when there was a vacuum.

Even if he wants to love her, he can’t. Not traditionally at least. It would be dangerous for the both of them. And at some point he might believe that the way he treats her isn’t anything wrong. Either that it’ll help toughen her up, or that she’s a subordinate and that’s all she is. He can’t let himself see her familiarly, or as anything more than a weapon amongst many. She cannot be special.

[chialattea]

Would you perhaps like to share your thoughts on WHA? 👉👈

YES INDEED

SO!! This is going to be a very disjointed ramble, I’d like to write a proper essay about the manga, its themes and the way it characteristically deconstructs popular character tropes and plot points while also serving as a love letter to manga as a whole. However the most important thing for me, at least while I’m writing this, is the way disabilities are treated in this manga.

The whole “magical world inaccessible to all but a select few” is something so common nowadays many shows take it as face value and run with it, not bothering to spend more than a few seconds to think about how such a place would naturally develop. Like yeah yeah you know the drill, magic exists but only if you’re cool or chosen, now let’s get on with the wish fulfillment etc. WHA however has too much respect for the reader to let that fly, and just as it does with so many different topics the author sits down and fleshes it out. Things like, “what sort of implications does a world where a life-changing power only exists for those born in certain groups” and “why the actual hell wouldn’t they just take over the world/ why would they hide/ how is it even POSSIBLE for them to hide/ are they stupid?”. Because. You mean to tell me there’s a group of people with the power to level continents flat… and they’re still paying taxes or whatever? Why the hell would there be kings unless they’re witches? And HOW would the common folk not know like, at a certain point some secrets are impossible to contain, and the existence of magic is quite the flashy one. The principles every witch has to follow works perfectly as both a quick way to set the scene (there are principles, which means they have superiors that dictate their code of conduct, which means that witch society is highly organized, which means it has a WAY of enforcing said policies given the existence of outlaws, which means there’s also a way for witches to communicate between each other plus their own culture plus so many cool stuff) and ALSO as the first taste of the conflicts the manga will deal with (blindly upholding rules of old without considering the subtleties of every scenario, a society clinging to tradition and denouncing any sort of change, the inherent classism of having the means to save people but refusing to do so in an almost paternalistic sort of way)

[estrellami-1]

I've been itchin for some good old fashioned steddie hurt/comfort, maybe steve with migraines? I know its been written a lot, but its always so soft and loving

Okay so this took FOREVER but muse deserted me like. Two days after I asked for these prompts. I’m terrible 😂 but I finally feel like I have something, so hopefully this suffices!

Courtesy of my dad putting a meat thermometer in the car on a 110°F/43°C day:

155.5°F, y’all. 68°C. That’s hot, no matter where you’re from. I’m not from Indiana, so I’m gonna go a little easy on Steve and say it’s barely breaching triple digits where he’s at, but if anyone’s from Indiana and wants to correct me, then by all means, please do!

It’s the heat that finally gets him.

Steve can deal with rain, with snow, with wind, hell, he can deal with interdimensional creatures.

But the heat is what finally takes him out.

His ears are ringing, his head is pounding, his stomach is churning.

The kids are out in the backyard, screaming.

He’d been out there with them, supervising, playing, settling fights. Being the babysitter. But he’d overdone it, and now he’s stuck inside. Can’t move from where he’d collapsed into a kitchen chair.

He’s got a cold Coke can by his elbow that he snagged from the fridge. Contemplates grabbing it and holding it up to his forehead, but everything feels like too much work right now, and he shuts his eyes against the tears that want to come.

The back door opens just as Dustin begins screaming about something else, and Steve can’t hold in the whimper, or the way he curls in on himself.

“Shit,” someone whispers, and Steve hears their footsteps approaching. “Steve?”

It’s Eddie. He’s whispering. Steve’s never been more grateful. He manages half a nod, to show he’s listening.

“Can I touch you?”

Another half-nod, and he grimaces at his head and stomach yelling at him.

“Okay, hey, shh, it’s okay, don’t move. I’m just gonna grab your hand, okay?” He does, grabbing the hand Steve hadn’t realized was tugging at his hair. He holds Steve’s hand with one of his and with the other, rakes his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve leans over a little, closer to Eddie, letting out a breath of relief. “Squeeze my hand once for yes, twice for no, okay?”

Steve squeezes once, and Eddie lifts their joined hands to his mouth, kisses the back of Steve’s. “Okay. Headache?” A squeeze. “More?” Another squeeze. “Stomach?” Squeeze. “More?” Squeeze. Pause. “Can you point to it?” He points to his ear with their combined hands, and Eddie hums. “Ringing?” Squeeze. “Dizzy?”

No squeeze. He’s not sure. “Okay, that’s alright. D’you want the coke?” Two squeezes. “Okay. If I get you some water, d’you think you can drink some of it?”

A hesitant squeeze. He can try, sure, but he’s not sure it won’t come right back up. Eddie squeezes his hand, gently places it on the table, and kisses his forehead before moving away, getting a bottle of water from the fridge by the sound of it. He comes back quickly, lays a gentle hand on Steve’s shoulder and rubs it down his back for a second.

Steve sighs, bowing his head, and Eddie chuckles softly, placing the water down in favor of getting both hands on Steve’s shoulders. He squeezes and kneads his thumbs in, on either side of his spine, down to the middle of his back and up to the base of his skull.

He continues with the massage for a few minutes, until Steve’s practically melting onto the table, then drags one hand down his arm to his hand, taking it again so Steve can squeeze. “Did you take anything for your headache?”

A pause, because he’s berating himself for not thinking of that when it would’ve been the most effective, then two squeezes. Because Eddie’s perfect, he says, “That’s alright, Stevie, I know it’s hard. Let me get you something for your head. You want something for your stomach, too?” Steve could cry with how in love he is. He squeezes twice and hopes Eddie doesn’t notice the tear making its way down his cheek.

Eddie’s lips intercept it about halfway down. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, carding a hand through Steve’s hair again. “I know. You’re doing so well, Stevie, I’m so proud of you. The kids are okay, and I’m here to help for as long as you want me to, alright?”

One last squeeze before Eddie pulls away. Forever, he means, and the lips on his temple make him think Eddie understands.

He’s back in a few seconds with two pills. He hands them to Steve, but they’re small and he thinks he might drop them, might spill the water, so he presses them back into Eddie’s hand.

Another pause but Eddie understands a few seconds later and the pills are at his lips, and he’s opening for them, accepting the water that’s next, slowing down when Eddie murmurs. “Careful, slow sips. Just a little for now, you can do more in a minute, just let this settle first.” He pulls the glass away, sets it down on the table, and takes Steve’s hand again. “How about we go upstairs? Maybe take a bath? I think there’s some of that lavender oil still.” Squeeze, pause. Upstairs. Squeeze, pause. Bath. Two squeezes. Lavender.

Eddie seems to understand, thankfully. “Okay, no lavender. Want me to carry you up?”

Not for the first time, and probably not for the last time, Steve internally curses his parents for buying the biggest, grandest house they could. He squeezes once; even if he would prefer to walk, he’s not sure he can right now.

Eddie moves to crouch beside him, pressing another kiss to his temple. “I love you,” he whispers, lips brushing Steve’s temple still. “So much.” He gets his arms around Steve, adjusts a little, and counts down so Steve knows when he’s going to move. Steve loves him an insane amount.

Instead of saying anything, he loops an arm around Eddie’s neck, tucks his head into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and presses a kiss to Eddie’s collarbone.

Eddie gets him upstairs and in bed with minimal jostling. “I’m gonna go grab your water real quick,” he whispers. “D’you want the bath now, or later?” He quickly thrusts a hand back into Steve’s. “One for now, two for later.”

Steve thinks about it, honestly doesn’t know. Holds up a weak-feeling w to his chin. Water.

“Okay. I’m gonna let the gremlins know too, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Logically, Steve knows he will be back in a few minutes. He knows he’s in a sweat-soaked tank top and swimming trunks. But it’s somehow cooler upstairs than down, and his window is closed, and his head is pounding less, enough so that he’s falling asleep by the time Eddie makes it back up.

He startles awake when Eddie places a hand on his forehead, then winces when his movement causes everything to hurt more. “Shit,” Eddie whispers. “Sorry, baby, didn’t think you’d be asleep yet. Can you drink a little bit more water for me? Then we can sleep.

Steve frowns, lifts a clumsy hand to sign. Bath?

“Do you want one right now? Because I’ll go set it up if you do. But I think your body knows what you need right now and is trying to give it to you.”

Steve thinks it over, then agrees, asking for water again. “Yeah, of course, here, lemme just…” he maneuvers behind Steve, props him up some, and lifts the bottle to his lips. “Small sips, baby, it’ll be here later too, m’kay?”

Steve obeys, taking small, slow sips, tilting his head up when he’s finished. Eddie places a kiss on his cheek as he puts the bottle back on the table. “Go to sleep, baby,” he murmurs, laying them down. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Steve frowns, signs one more word. Kids?

“I let them know you’re not feeling well. They’re packing up, Nancy and Jonathan are gonna take everyone home. Robin threatened me with dismemberment if I didn’t tell you to call her when you’re feeling better.” Steve smiles. “Oh, sure, just laugh at a threat to me, what’s gonna happen when-” he splutters when Steve puts his hand over Eddie’s mouth. He grins, kisses his palm, and grabs his wrist, slotting his thumb into the pulse point. “Love you, Stevie.”

With the hand still held aloft, Steve sticks out his thumb, pointer finger, and pinky. I love you. And with that, he drifts off to sleep.

When he wakes up, the little bit of light coming from his window tells him he’s only been out for a few hours. He takes stock of himself: his head still hurts a little, his ears aren’t ringing anymore, and his stomach still feels a little weird, but he thinks he might just be hungry.

He rolls onto his side and comes face-to-face with a sleeping Eddie. As he watches, Eddie’s brows scrunch, he mutters something, and he stretches out, one arm creeping across the sheets towards Steve. His hand pushes against Steve’s chest a few times before he mutters something else and wraps his arm around Steve, pulling him closer.

Steve can’t help it. He grins and kisses Eddie’s forehead, so in love with this dork he’s just about shaking with it.

Eddie’s eyebrows scrunch again and his eyes flicker open. He smiles at Steve. “Hi, baby,” he whispers, sleep-rough. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Better,” Steve whispers back. “Head still hurts a little, but it’s not bad. Mostly I’m hungry.”

Eddie hums, tucking his head under Steve’s and rubbing a hand up and down his back. “What’re you in the mood for?”

Steve hums back. “Feels good. I dunno. Think there’s any burgers left? Might do one of those.”

He can feel the face Eddie makes. More so, he can hear it in his voice. “You want leftover burgers?”

Steve lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “It’s easy.”

“Stevie. Baby.” Eddie pulls back to press a kiss to his lips. “I asked you what you want, not what would be easy. If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Steve thinks about it, then starts laughing. “Honestly? McDonald’s.”

Eddie chuckles too. “Then McDonald’s you shall get,” he swears. “Wanna come with me or stay here?”

Steve’s brows raise in surprise. “I can get it, Eds.”

“I know you can. I’m asking if you want to come with me or if you’d rather stay in bed.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’d rather stay in bed with you,” he says, causing Eddie to smile.

“Ah, but we can do that after I get your food. You want your regular?”

“Yes, please. Think I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay. I think the sun might make the headache worse.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie soothes, standing up then bending over to press a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Be back soon.”

“M’kay. Thanks, baby.”

“Anything for my love,” Eddie grins, bowing before he walks to the door.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head at his boyfriend’s dramatics, shifting in bed to get comfy again.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but when Eddie walks in, he blinks awake, stretching as he smiles at him. “Hi, baby,” Eddie whispers.

Steve wants to kiss him, so he does, sits up and drags Eddie closer, food all but forgotten. “Hi,” he whispers against Eddie’s lips. “Thank you.”

Eddie hums as he kisses Steve once more then pulls away. “Anything,” he says, and Steve knows he means it.

They eat in relative silence until Steve asks, “how’d the kids react when you told them?”

Eddie smiles. “They were mostly worried for you. I think Dustin was about to bust inside and demand why you didn’t tell him you weren’t feeling well, but then Nancy gave him a look—you know the one—and told him in no uncertain terms that they were going to leave you to rest and could check in on you tomorrow. So expect a call from him.”

“Or twelve,” Steve chuckles. “Speaking of, I should probably call Robin, huh?”

“Probably,” Eddie agrees, then grins. “Or I can think of something else we could do instead.”

Steve pretends to think about it, then leans in. “Robin can wait,” he agrees, matching Eddie’s grin with his own.

[spoiledleaff]

ohhhh leafyyyyyyyy how do you feel about size kink mount and aurora 😎👉👈 I need him to manhandle her

basically, i’m incredibly normal for them, naturally, of course, obviously— (lies).

( click >>here<< for the uncensored version on pillowfort! ♡♡♡ )

[lightbluesleeper]

finally finished portal 2 and i won’t be able to think of anything else for at least a month

[foreststarflaime]

Ikol visits the SOLDIER floor, what type of chaos and trolling do you think will ensue?

Ohhhhohohohohoo he and Genesis should have never been allowed to meet. They make each other infinitely worse. Them:

Ikol-loki is very confused at first when he plops down in the middle of the SOLDIER floor one day. But he’s used to random things like this just happening to him, so. He gets up, dusts himself off, magics himself into a him-ified version of the SOLDIER uniforms he sees around, and promptly joins in the definitely illegal game of poker Kunsel was organizing in the corner of the lounge (Zack is losing horrifically). This turns into a very intense battle of wits as the two of them try to gain as much information off of the other without giving too much of their own.

Then the Firsts walk in after a good spar in the training rooms, and Loki takes one look at Sephiroth and is like waiiit a minute. I’ve seen that guy before. Isn’t he that video game guy a ton of humans are obsessed with? Ohhh yeah from Final Fantasy!

Genesis locks onto him nearly immediately and is like Finally someone else with Style! And is waffling between yay and ! Threat!! Genesis begins sizing Loki up, Loki is definitely trying to fuck with him—Angeal’s life flashes before his eyes because Oh God There’s Two of Them. His sanity is not surviving this. Lazard, despite not being in the room, instantly gets a headache.

Loki finds it very refreshing that no one seems to know who he is here, and thus his reputation as the god of lies/evil does not precede him, and he’s free to write his own story in that sense.

When he has a moment to himself, Loki whips out his phone courtesy of his magic cell service and begins googling Final Fantasy 7. He actually likes these funny weird dumbasses goddamnit and he wants to continue fucking around with them to the best of his ability. And, yknow, maybe fix some things while he’s at it so they don’t all die horribly.

After the third or so suspicious fire in the science department that Sephiroth, when dispatched, has mysteriously not found the culprit for (he chooses to ignore the spark of magic and mischievous smile he saw in the corner of his eye, invisibility isn’t a thing after all), Shinra begins to catch on that that new weird guy in SOLDIER is not in fact one of theirs. Upon the discovery of his magical abilities that make him slipperier than a fish to catch, they conclude:

And so of course they immediately throw everything they have after him to try to control him. It goes about as well as it always goes when people try to control a Loki or stuff him in a box (metaphorically or literally).

Loki pops down to the slums and has a nice day out with Aerith, whom he is instant besties with. This promptly gives the Turks a heart attack (they shouldn’t worry—when Sephiroth and the gang come along in pursuit, Seph instantly recognizes his long lost lab sibling and they have a touching reunion. Angeal and Genesis also love her, and now they’re a quartet instead of a trio ig, good luck ripping your mentor and his besties away from your new gf Zack she has joined the chaotic bestie gang). She is now primed to hopefully be able to cure the degradation when it rears its ugly head.

Loki is quite sympathetic to the plights of the Firsts. He, too, knows how it feels to suddenly find out you aren’t who you thought you were your whole life, and to be used by those in power. To have your story told for you. It doesn’t feel good, and he’ll do what he can to help. In his own way, of course.

The Firsts are sent on a merry chase after him across all of Gaia. They never quite catch him, always losing him at the last second in a chaotic turn of events—nor do they particularly want to. He’s making it quite fun, like a good spar, and they are having quite a good time. It would be a shame if it were to end, only for their strange new frenemy to end up strapped to a table in Hojo’s lab.

So, does it work out? Does this turn into the most unlikely fix-it of all? I’d like to think so. Things don’t usually turn out well for Loki, with his good intentions backfiring spectacularly and tragically; but neither do things for AGS, and maybe this time two wrongs can make a right. Maybe, just maybe, their respective plans will collide to create the most unexpected chemical reaction possible that goes so catastrophically wrong that everything somehow turns out right, Jack Sparrow style.

Let’s just hope, for all our sakes, that they never ask Loki how he found out so much about them. “Well, they’re really obsessed with you guys on this website called tumblr. Here wanna see—“

[cowbutchranch]

6, 10, & 16! 🥰

6. Favorite band: UM. I don’t listen to very many bands actually. my first thought was The Band Camino, even though I hardly know their music but I do really like what I know, and I have seen them in concert.

10. Biggest turn ons: oh god uh. so many things? literally just someone who can be flirty and good at teasing. i’m a simple guy, a pretty girl gives me a attention, and it’s pretty easy from there 😌 also the standard things like confidence, someone who can approach me instead of expecting me to do it, but also someone who gets shy and flustered by me in return. tell me what kind of effect I have on you. it drives me absolutely wild when people say I make them feel things they normally don’t feel

16. Favorite movie: again- bad with favorites 😅 uhhh one of my fairly recent favorites was Anyone But You. (also Wicked)

Get in my business!

[carpetbug]

WIP reblog game!

thank you for the tag @wehadabondingmoment <3

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you’re looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Five Titles (I don’t have very many fics that I update so these are all complete wips/ideas lol)

La Llorona - one shot about emilie trying to drown adrien when he was little :)

I Can’t Help (But Wonder Where You Are) - poem type fic abt marinette thinking about where chat might be at any given moment

Swimming in the Rain - established marichat one shot about swimming when it’s raining (this is a remake of an old fic I wrote)

Seating Arrangement - mariblanc au adrinette get sat together due to the new seating arrangement. marinette is seething. adrien is enjoying marinettes seething.

Bug Breath - chat blanc might have eaten his lady. oopsie

Upcoming

I’ve never really written Emilie before so I’m excited to figure out how to portray her! definitely looking forward to writing her being a really manipulative/gaslighting mom to Adrien while being the ‘loving’ or ‘affectionate’ parent compared to Gabe. I just love the idea of Emilie being an equally horrible parent but in a much different way.

Looking forward to writing a fic in a poem style! Never done that before so i’m interested in seeing if it fits me

Definitely most looking forward to just rewriting an old fic! My writing has changed a lot so it’s gonna be fun to see the difference (when I actually yk. write it)

So excited to write Adrien being the brattiest mf solely to bother Marinette <3

Honestly. Cannibalism as a form of unhealthy love/obsession is just pure gold in writing. I have so much fun writing kinda nitty gritty bloody scenes + I have mad brain worms for chat blanc so I think it’ll be fun!

Poll

I think everyone I know of has been tagged, so if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged <3