#i have like 85% of the overall fic done

[lord-squiggletits]

The reason I haven't posted a Big Bang fic preview yet is because I'm literally not done with it T_T I had to get an extra week extension and even so I'm not sure I'll be 100% done by then.

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Yandere! Yunho Analysis (3/8)

Disclaimer : In no way am I supporting Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is supposed to be just a fic and everyone must read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of Toxic relationships, stalking, murder, sexual punishments, other yandere behavior.

Basic Information

Name : Jeong Yunho

Date of Birth : March 23rd, 1999

Aggression level : 75%

Obsession level : 80-85%

Mental Instability : 75-80%

Overall threat : Average to High

Behavioral Analysis

He is a type of Yandere to have extreme emotional attachment with you. Would become suicidal if you say anything about leaving him. Causing him to also hurt you very much in the process. Will put the blame on you and act like the one who is the victim to get you to show him affection. Treats you like a royalty, giving you everything you want and surely will act like you're ungrateful if you try to escape and will humiliate you in front of everyone.

You were a stripper in one of the most famous bars which was owned by a rich CEO. You had never seen your boss, in fact you didn't even know his name.

You could say you were the best and most experienced stripper in the bar. Many men were ready to pay you millions just to get a free show from you. But you never accepted it, because all the rich men just spend money to get their dick wet and you weren't gonna help them with that.

It was all fine until your life turned upside down when your boss, for the first time in 8 years walked into the bar and asked for a private show from the best stripper. Obviously your manager, not wanting to disappoint him, begged on her knees for you to give him a private show.

You didn't want to reject him because technically he is the reason why you're having an average life. So you put on your best lingerie, and got your make up done.

As soon as you walked in, Yunho was rock hard. He was never into going to strip clubs but owned one just because his friends are horny little shits and always wanted free shows. But when he saw you, he was head over fucking heels for you.

You did your best performance, ending with you sexily leaning on the pole as you gave him your sultry eyes which you were famous for. You would be lying if you said that the man was not good looking and by the way his bulge was so obvious, you could see he was very big down there. Which made you slightly aroused.

It was all good until he said, "From now on, you're not giving anyone any show. And everyday I expect you to come to my mansion to give me my private show. Don't worry because your payment will be increased." "EXCUSE ME-"

Before you could procrastinate, he walked out of the room and made his way to the washroom (to relieve his rock hard cock obviously).

And that's how your life changed. The first day went normal until the second day, he started getting a little too close with you making you a bit uncomfortable. But you didn't pay attention to it anyway.

Until after a whole week, Yunho couldn't resist you anymore, as soon as you were done with your show, he bent you over his couch and fucked you relentlessly.

You obviously just thought about it as a hookup and loved every second of it, until your hookups turned into an everyday thing as you always found yourself on his bed at the end of the night.

You always treated him like a hookup partner, but Yunho obviously started developing immense feelings for you. Which was obvious by the things he told during sex to you.

So you decided to put an end to it one day. Similarly like any other, you found yourself pressed against his bedroom door, as he was undressing you. But you put a hand against his chest and looked at him, "We should stop. This is not gonna work anymore." You said it too coldly.

Yunho knitted his eyebrows, "What do you mean it's not gonna work? You love this as much as I love this ." "But Yunho, this is not supposed to be serious and should not involve any feelings."

And that's when my love, you unleashed a beast in him. He showed you exactly where and who you belong to. And that's when you knew it, you fucked up and you had no way to escape.

Next morning though, you woke up to leave until Yunho pulled you back making you fall on him. Then he slowly placed his mouth next to your ear, "You're not gonna leave me Y/n. You're only mine from now on. Only Fucking Mine."

Damn you were fucked. You never saw the outside world from that day and never saw anyone other than Yunho. Correction. Your Master.

Yunho treated you like his queen, like his entire world. You became his entire world. But you were mentally drained. And made a decision to run away when he is out for a business trip. Which was in two days.

But when he found out though, he emotionally black mailed you, he also started getting too aggressive with you once you refused to fall for his trick. And you couldn't help but accept defeat.

But you definitely didn't back out after that, you started becoming more misbehaving towards him which in return made him become more aggressive.

But because of how mentally drained you were, you slowly started losing yourself and fell for his tricks real bad. You started falling for him, and Yunho got you exactly where he wanted you to be.

You started becoming more obedient with him, and stopped misbehaving with him scared that he will get hurt by your actions. You just didn't want him to suffer so you started going according to his rules and soon you were very happy in your relationship.

You loved him as much as he loved you, and you vowed that you were gonna be with him forever and never leave him because you loved him.

But were you really in love with him? Or did he really hypnotize you into his illusion?

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Damn that was long, anyway I LOVED WRITING THIS. I literally imagined Fireworks Yunho while writing this damn. The other members will be posted soon guys.

-Jeong Aera

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

[calsvoid]

writing meme: about me

i got tagged by @lusthurts so thank you for that <3

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

ive been into writing for years before i got into fanfiction specifically so i guess just from reading fanfiction i guess, but if you want a longer story, i got more interested in writing from roleplaying on amino and got into fanfiction because the fandom i was in at the time got OBSESSED with this one popular work and i just HAD to check it out

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

officially, my ao3 account only has glee works rn but i do have a 911 fic im working on and i do want to venture into more fandoms, but i don’t really have the confidence to do so yet

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

i’ve been trying since 2020 to be more of a fanfic writer but never actually got anything solid until 2023 so 1-4 years depending on how you see it

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

definitely read im a slowass writer and part of that is because im too busy reading fanfiction instead of writing

5. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

overall in the years i’ve been a writer, i feel like i’m better at portraying characters as well rounded and creating characters that aren’t just one stereotype. when it comes to my time as a fanfic writer, im better at writing actual scenes rather than just random narration

6. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

the probability of survival when falling from certain heights. also ohio the glee writers were cruel for making their show based in fucking ohio of all places

7. What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i’m honestly not picky i love all types of comments, but if i really had to choose, it’d probably be any that point out a specific part or line or whatever in my writing. it makes me so happy when people have some detail stick with them

8. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

i honestly haven’t done anything too intense in my writing i think the most out there i’ve gotten is just emotional infidelity and that’s just standard for seblaine. i do plan on killing blaine in one wip of mine, but it’s just an idea for now because i’ve got other shit to focus on

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

longer stories are literally impossible for me. i absolutely SUCK at writing anything longer than a couple thousand words and even that is hard for me. smut is also hard but that’s because i haven’t bothered to write smut, so different vibes

10. What is the easiest type?

well if you see how many hurt no comfort fics i’ve published it’s obvious fluff is what i’m best at. but yeah short vignette angsty stories are super easy for me to write. it’s just 50% projection and 50% exaggeration and 100% gay, so no problem there

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

i often write at home, on my notes app, at any point of the day, and i post all my stuff on ao3. i will sometimes edit on my laptop on google docs, but i get lazy too and so my latest fics have been mostly raw and unedited.

12. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

smut and literally any ship that isn’t seblaine and also longer works. i’d love to be one of those writers who comes out with these multi chapter masterpieces but i’m just not right now. i’ve had ideas for other ships too, but i never really flesh them out because they’re usually stuff that would span across thousands of words and i don’t have the time, energy, nor skill level to do that yet. and again, for smut, i just never bother, and while i think im never going to be the explicit sex scenes type of writer, i love the angst potential of it

13. What made you choose your username?

acedisgrace is a name i’m like 85% sure i saw a joke about from a stolen tumblr post on instagram and i was like hey im asexual and a disappointment haha what if i change my discord name to that and then eventually when i got an ao3 account, i just went with it because i saw it was available there too. as for calsvoid, they’re my initials and i spew whatever bullshit i want on tumblr and also i wish i didn’t have a body and instead was an amorphous blob of nothingness

i don’t really know who to tag that i haven’t already seen tag so anyone who would like to do this can

[bitterflames]

fic writer interview

(tagged by @sunriseverse, tysm for the tag!! 💙 posting on my sideblog because it feels like the right place for this sort of rambling.)

How many works do you have on AO3? 10 (plus the one i orphaned, which still has my username attached). one is fanart. i'm... a very irregular writer.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 32,694 words (i do mean a very irregular writer lol).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) snow and repetitions of snow (elder scrolls) (169) 2) no takebacks (mysterious lotus casebook) (126) 3) a light that does not flicker (elder scrolls) (85) 4) what's in a name? (mysterious lotus casebook) (78) 5) to gravity and the unknown (elder scrolls) (50) the actual most-kudosed work of mine is the Accursed Orphan, red oni, blue oni (tensei shitara slime datta ken) with 2202 (oh god). it really, really wasn't my best work, i stopped following the canon when i got bored with the plot, and the constant stream of kudos emails started to get on my nerves, hence the orphaning.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try my best to! that said there are a lot of unanswered comments from periods where i just couldn't keep up with life. i appreciate each and every one though! i swear i'll get around to them someday 😭

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? i tend to write bittersweet more than outright angsty. maybe snow and repetitions of snow, featuring two shitty stubborn wizards who are on-again off-again exes/enemies with benefits. it ends on them realizing that their ideals and personalities are irreconcilable and yet they cherish each other regardless. sometimes it just be that way!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? no takebacks is very short but given that it undoes a major character death and ends with a sort-of marriage proposal: probably that one. sometimes you just gotta write fluff to soothe the soul.

Do you write crossovers? not really. occasional crossover cameos can be fun, but overall they don't interest me a ton? i much prefer fusion AUs, but i don't often write them; perhaps because my stuff tends to be shorter and more intensely character-focused than setting-focused.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? not openly. if anyone's hating on my fics in private that's their prerogative lmao.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? occasionally! there's one explicit fic on my account and numerous WIPs that may or may not ever see the light of day. "porn with feelings" is probably the best description for the stuff i tend to write. sometimes the characters are trying very hard to ignore those feelings but they're still there. (shout out to the one lin chen/mei changsu WIP in my folder which is Very Much That.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge. i tend to write for small fandoms and rare pairs so i'm probably not high on the radar for that sort of thing?

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! snow and repetitions of snow was translated into mandarin, i'm very happy that someone liked my fic enough to do so :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before? not yet, though i've done illustrations for big bang fics in the past, and RP'd and created shared AU verses with friends. actual co-writing isn't something i've done, but the idea is intriguing! (that said, i'm extremely flakey and wouldn't wish myself as a co-writer upon anyone.)

What’s your all-time favorite ship? "all-time" is a pretty broad category, wow. in terms of sheer volume of fics i've bookmarked though mei changsu/xiao jingyan are absolutely destroying the competition, no contest. in terms of "currently rent-free in my brain" i am frantically paddling this XJY/MCS/LC rareship against the current.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? (gestures vaguely at my entire folder of WIPs. weeps loudly.) tbh talking too much about my WIPs or even giving them a serious title until they're most-of-the-way finished feels like giving them the kiss of death. i'm not superstitious but i'm like a little stitious, you know?

What are your writing strengths? given that my entire writing process feels kind of like banging my head against a wall while crying: hard to say! i'm told i'm good with conveying tension though. in terms of characterization, insufferable theatrical magnificent bastards.

What are your writing weaknesses? long plotty fic and me are not friends. my pacing can be a bit mood whiplash-y at times. i abuse italics and semicolons like they're going out of fashion.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? depends on the cultural context of the canon, the purpose for doing so, etc... like pretty much anything else, it can be used to good effect, or it can be really grating. i think things like honorifics and terms that don't have a good 1:1 english translation are pretty much fine.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? idk probably some pokemon OC thing when i was like ten years old? in terms of fic completed and posted online, elder scrolls.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? (shoving numerous WIPs back into my folder) does NiF count? i haven't finished anything for it yet... in terms of canons i haven't touched at all, maybe sha po lang. i read the entire thing in one long weekend while house-sitting for a friend and i'm still not sure if it was good or if it just hit all my kinks just right, but either way there's probably something to work with here.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? it's also a WIP (mostly written, just lacking a solid ending) and it's utter self-indulgent nonsense designed to appeal to no one but me but: i'm very fond of how to deflower your martial brother (wo jia dashixiong naozi you keng). hanahaki disease, fucky shixiong/shidi relations, horrible pun in the title: these are a few of my favourite things.

tagging! @shararan @strandedchesspiece @foxofninetales @sinni-ok-sessi @junemermaid @melodious-tear @thebansacredbanned and anyone else who's interested (no pressure ofc!)

[gogandmagog]

Okay, cute! Tagged by @batrachised! Thanks so much for thinking of me, you’re the actual best!

1-How many works do you have on AO3? 

Aw, man. Not a single one. I’m on fanfiction.net, because I feel like it’s the best spot to find fellowship with other likeminded or book-based Montgomery readers. (At least for the Anne series.) 

2-What's your total AO3 word count?    Not a lot! I’ve written four weency sketches that don’t actually even count fully as stories, because there’s scarcely any plot, only niceties and overall sweetness. My word count is something around 6.7K, which is piteous, following batrachised! 

3-What fandoms do you write for?    Lucy Maud Montgomery. I’ve done a lot of Anne, and little of Emily. 

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?    I haven’t even written five! I’m probably unqualified for this whole list of questions. Is a kudo interchangeable with a follow? My most followed is the Smugglers Jug.

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?    Yes, of course! If anyone has a fanfiction.net account, and they left me a comment, I’ve responded over private message, which is the vehicle that ff.net allows for such correspondence. It never feels like enough, though! In a perfect world, I’d be able to take you out for coffee or tea, as a way of saying thanks. Comments or reviews mean so much. 

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?  

Angst? I don’t know her. 

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Sincerely all of them. Anne and Gilbert are happy in canon, and all I even do are canon expansion/inserts.

8-Do you get hate on fics? 

Mercifully, no. I’d probably cry. I can’t imagine what inspires people to leave hateful comments. It’s fan fiction! It’s supposed to be fun!

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

Please, I’m blushing. I’m actually writing something right now (when I say ‘right now,’ I just mean that it’s a Word document I’ve glanced at in the last six weeks) that I’ll have to label as M! But it’s not all that explicit, and it’s really just something seen by a third party. And anyway, we’ll see if I can ever summon the courage needed to post it.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet, sorry!

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?     I don’t think so! Small potatoes. 

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?    One time someone asked me if they could "podfic" one of my works, but this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to such a thing. 

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before? 

I didn’t even know that was a thing! I love it.

14-What's your all-time favourite ship? 

Walter/Una? Walter’s parents, too.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? 

I mean… speaking of crossovers! I have about 2K words done of an Ingleside/the Alienist (they exist is the same time period, and only 1200 KM apart; in my brain this is totally feasible) crossover that sees an awful murderer land in Glen St. Mary, and Doctor Blythe being relied upon by Doctor Kreizler for professional assistance throughout. I might have the time to complete this when I’m 85.

16-What are your writing strengths? 

I think it’s a strength that I always want to be writing, isn’t it?

17-What are your writing weaknesses? 

I can’t stop writing run-on sentences. Like… think an entire paragraph that’s one sentence. I’m wholly aware that I do it. But I still can’t stop. I’m out of control, really. In other places, while it’s true I always want to be writing, I also can’t write unless I have the right pen the exact environment and circumstances that I feel are conducive to my best writing. (A desk, my favourite lappy, an empty house, pink noise, and a coffee.) If one small thing is off, I’m useless to my own endeavours.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? 

I could do it in Lushootseed?

19-First fandom you wrote for? 

Lucy Maud Montgomery books. First I read for, first I wrote for, first I ever cared enough about to seek ‘more’ of. We can add ‘only’ here too.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written? 

Awoo, I don’t know! They all stress me out equally? No matter what, I’ll always think to myself, ‘yikes, I could have done that better.’ I wish this had asked for recs, though! I have a bunch of those.

21-Tagging:

@dandelionsandderivatives! 🫶🏻

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Zenless Zone Zero Masterlist

Current Interest Level: Decently-high

Click here for the Core Hub's Masterlist.

NSFW will be labeled as 🔞

If a work has trigger warnings, it'll be labeled as TW: [the trigger warning(s)]

Note: Each fic is also color-coded on how accurate to the character I believe I've done it to. Every character is also color-co-ordinated on how well I believe I can write them overall, which may be helpful if some of ya'll don't like OOC, or want to request something.

Here are the color-keys

LightBlue = Pretty Good(85%+) accuracy, these are what I believe are the most character-accurate)

Green = Moderately-well (55% and above, but at or below 80%). These are characters and works that I believe I can get in character, but there may be OOC.

Orange = 0% Accuracy, definite OOC. I don't know how they tick, or their personality very well, or I simply don't know how to write for them, but I'm willing and wanting to write for them anyway.

Purple = EXCLUSIVELY PLATONIC. This can be on characters, and fics from anyone. It's mostly just fluffy stuff, so I don't try that hard to be concerned about whether or not it's too accurate.

Red = Characters I WON'T write for, which are on the next line!

Will not write for:

Male characters. (I will not force-fem them, either.)

Characters I don't currently have: Ellen, Koleda, Grace

Characters I don't like very much: Corin, Soukaku, Piper

Most future characters: Trigger, Yanagi, Miyabi

I don't know how to write them to such an extent that I'm afraid to try atm: Rina, Nekomata

If the masterlist is confusing in some way, or you have suggestions for it, you can reach out and tell me.

The Cunning Hares/The Gentle House

Anby:

Nicol:

Public Security

Zhu Yuan:

Looking at Zhu Yuan's abs General Cuddletime, or maybe Officer Cuddletime... haha... sorry...

Jane Doe:

Sons of Calydon

Caesar:

Lucy:

Burnice:

Obol Squad

Soldier 11:

Strange Sight, Pt. 1

Proxies

Belle:

MULTIPLE!

What the ZZZ Girls Smell Like (Nicol, Anby, and Belle)

[mindthedocent]

6, 16 and 17 :333333

omg eden hiiii edennnnn :333

6. the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

I'm fucking embarrassed that my most used word is "MIN" and my second-most-used word is "RYAN" and my third-most-used-word is "MIN'S" and my fourth-most-used word is "LIKE"

so idk what you want man. i write at an 11th grade level according to this website LOL

16. favorite place to write

in a word doc DUHHH

no uhh i havent written in a while (basically since getting the new job) but it Used to be, at the desk at work while i was supposed to be standing and running around and working haha,

i also like writing in bed on my phone, and on the couch on my phone :3 is the computer better? absolutely. do i pull it out ever? no <3 <-guy who is on their computer right now hence the lack of emotes

17hold on post paused why did it do this

anyway 17. talk about your writing and editing process

so ive definitely talked about this before! but each part is difficult in its own way i think. if im not feral about a story its gonna take me a long time to write. but when i AM writing, i have to make an effort to set aside time to do so. i usually will try to aim for like, 100 words when ive made a decision to write. but sometimes its just a sentence! and thats okay, it happens! im glad to get something down when the going gets tough. but yeah what happens a lot is that as it goes on i get less excited about writing it and i have to really push to get it finished. i DO like finishing fics guys i PROMISE.

once its done i let it sit for between a week and a month. i dont look at it. i dont even Think about it (try not to anyway, lol). once ive decided that its editing time, i read through it again. this first time is not Really the time for spelling and grammar, but i do correct those things as i see them anyway. no the first read is for flow. do i need to add more detail? did a scene drag on too long? did a story feel too short?

(fun fact, in committing to the bit, i reread through it when i thought it was done and felt pretty bad about my contributions to it and felt like id have to go through a rewrite, complained to my cowriter about it, fell asleep, woke up to them giving me a lot of positive feedback, reread it again, and then added in a couple short scenes. and that fixed it.) (points to whoever can guess which parts i added in last)

uhhh and then after reading for overall flow, ill let it sit again for another few days, and repeat the process. if it feels good, ill go back in and read for smaller things. spelling, grammar, awkward sentences. let it sit again, read it again. once it feels upwards of 85% good to me, i decide im done.

WHEW. its a lot of letting it stew and rereading it. i think thats what it takes sometimes. that, and letting it be imperfect. its never gonna be Perfect, but there comes a point where its gotta be Done, u know? u know exactly what im talking about

thank uuuu for this ask ily!

the quastions

[obsidianvibranium]

💜 About Me

I love animals, memes, mental health positivity, and analyzing the media I consume. Marvel and cat stuff makes up about 85-90% of this blog’s content, so if either of those things is a point of contention, then this blog is not for you. However I am consistent in my tagging so you could block either if you wanted to.

I do read fanfiction for Marvel and I have an entire “side blog” for it: @violets-library. I also have a side-side blog where I keep my queue of fanfics I would like to read at some point, and where you can send me fic recs: @violetsreadinglist .

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This blog is movies, tv shows, literature, music, history, language, memes, more animals, comedy, franchises, and other stuff. I typically don’t post the same memes on both my main and this blog (unless its super important or super funny) so there is a difference in content.

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That being said, Marvel, which is owned by Disney, fits that same consumerist, money-making profile and I loathe it. They have great foundations for these characters but they refuse to do anything to maintain consistency between the individual hero franchises and the avengers/group films. An example of this is the overall plot for Steve’s character in endgame, but I won’t get into the details of that argument here. Another example is their inability to recognize Bucky as a hero and not a villain, and another, their treatment of Sam Wilson since he became Captain America (i.e. there’s no mention of him in any of the latest projects). Hence, my love/hate relationship with the mcu: a love of the characters but a hatred of the plots and the writers’ inability to maintain character consistency (which is why I read fanfiction).

This is also why I rant about it all the time and try to show what the characters should be like; you can find these rants and writings HERE.

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[sillygoofsterhihi]

I watched eternals, here are my thoughts

SPOILERS

Overall... it was okay, nice movie, would give 4/10. I have more thoughts and opinion about characters, so I would go about each of them. Not proof read.

Sersi

Main character with no personality. That's all I can say about her.

Ikaris

Bucky bait. Looks and acts like Bucky. Has his own "I'll follow you to the end" line. He's just a Bucky bait. His betrayal was a bit suprising but not that much. And then his suicide was kind of from nowhere . I feel like he also doesn't have personality. I don't like him. He has no emotions. He's just blank.

Thena

Precious baby. I like her. Her plot was okay but I feel like she also was a bait. I really like her name. The idea about calling her similiar to greek goddess? Love this. Great. She did okay. It wasn't painful to watch.

Ajak

Cult leader. Either Eternals where a cult or she started another one at some point in her life. I think she's supposed to be this "smart leader who knows evertything and is mysterious" but the cult leader vibes are stronger than her lovely aunt vibes and that lowkey kills her character.

Kingo

He gives me Shane Dawson vibes. Didn't like him from start but this started to change between middle and end of movie but I still don't like him. Sorry. He has kind of good plot about wanting to be like Ikaris but that imo wasn't explored enough. Him and that dude followed him had some good jokes and had some good jokes. So they're okay i suppose.

Sprite

Bruh. I liked her. Loved her from the start. Reminded me about kid Loki. Then the stupid as fuck plot "I love Ikaris" came up and I was done. Plot about wanting to grow up - good, great even, plot about Ikaris - why? She's 14, dude, she could go without it, no difference, she still could betray if you wanted. imo betrayal was at least a bit stupid and made no sense except "I love Ikaris". Loved her at start, then hated her, then liked her bit more. For my mental health I will ignore her plot about Ikaris.

Phastos

Best boi. Loved him from the start. As soon as I saw him. His name - same as Thena - love name and idea behind. And then he had a husband and a kid. Loved him more. He's so sweet. My fav character in whole movie. He's cool dad. Could have more screen time with family but that's okay. Love nonetheless.

Makkari

Didn't get much screen time. She was okay. Liked her relationship with Druig. Imo her character wasn't explored enough. Could been better if that would happen. Still okay character. I love that they casted deaf actor for deaf character.

Druig

We already had Bucky bait. He's Loki bait. Edgy teenager. I'm 85% sure he's bait for fangirls. So many similarities with Loki and this black haired dude from Star Wars. I was annoyed when he talked but had cute relationship with Makkari. Has punchable face. Fucking tumblr bait.

Gilgamesh

I liked him. He was so sweet with Thena. Then poof he died. And then they forgot about him. Like I don't think they told Phastos or Makkari about it. About Ajak - they told everyone, even not on screen, her death was important, they cried. And after Gilgamesh's death they said idk two things about him. I liked him. Why didn't he get some screen time? Why?

Overall characters are either not explored enough, annoying baits or have some stupid plot. Three characters i loved from this movie - one had stupid plot, second died. Like bruh. Bit dissapointed. CGI was good, liked stone hand at end. Main plot about Titanica however was this big boi inside earth called was okay. Plot about memories - also okay. Like I said 4/10. Could been better. At least they didn't ruin my boi Phastos.

Edit:

I was right about Druig. Eternals tag is filled with fanfics, he has so much fics already I hate this edgy teenager fucking tumblr fangirl bait but please don't @ me.

[sunrisetune]

Concept that I haven’t made an actual-actual thing of and probably won’t, but has arrived in my thoughts in a lot of detail anyway, Pt. 36*: (*No it isn’t, it’s the first and only iteration of this fic, but exaggerating the number of times I’ve written down is funny)

Dragon Age II “Accidental baby acquisition” fic, but the baby is a dragon

(Hashtag #Gen or any pairing, Bittersweet Ending, rated T for gore and fantasy violence,, Dragons)

-Sometime between act II and III, they hear a weird cry in the woods up by the Bone Pit and it turns out it’s a baby dragon that’s gotten its wing run through by a tree branch. It’s really very small, even smaller than the dragonlings who regularly try to eat them -And, listen, it’s been a long day. There’s been a lot of death. Hawke and co. are tired. There’s a 85% chance Merrill has cried a little on the way back and everyone’s done their best not to draw attention to it. And so at first Hawke’s like “Varric can you knock it out?“ and Varric does so, and is about to like, double tap but lethally before Hawke is like “Wait.” She heals its wing “so at least it has a chance”, then leaves with everyone in tow.

-Too Bad Dragons Have An Imprinting Reflex

--The dragon shows up at their campsite and wakes everyone up by rolling in the fire, before sort of cowering when Hawke stumbles out of her tent -The group recognizes her by the scar on her wing-- Hawke can heal without scarring, she’s a spirit healer after all, but damn it she’s doctor not a fantasy veterinarian, and they’d been short on time; plus, dragons are inherently pretty magic so it’d been weird trying to circumvent that-- but it is clear that she’s the same dragon -Overall everyone is baffled when she only crouches down and looks up at Hawke with big eyes, instead of attacking or running away

    --It becomes clear that the baby has imprinted on Hawke, specifically, and follows her outside the city wherever she goes

--She is at least as smart as a mabari, and is sort of trained to only attack people Hawke is attacking; or rather, she does attack people Hawke is attacking, and then Hawke’s like “Only These Ones though okay?” and like, bonks Baby on the nose with her staff when she starts growling at the others

--At first Hawke’s a little worried about the conspicuousness of a Fucking Dragon following them around, but 1. she’s only a little dragon (at first), 2. Varric tells everyone about it, immediately, thus ensuring no one believes it’s true, and 3. Baby still was raised partly by her mother and has fairly strong instincts with re: hiding, hunting (non-sentient species), digging, etc, so on her own devices she is both healthy and hard to find

 --Everyone else is sort of a mixed bag about it: -Varric is equal parts disbelieving of this weirdness and finding it hilarious; -Isabela coos over her and makes jokes about Hawke’s “”animalistic attraction””; -Merrill is thrilled; -Aveline is steadily disapproving of Hawke not killing it to begin with bc they’re a danger to cities, but she doesn’t disagree of Hawke checking on Baby whenever she’s up there, and when in the group will occasionally sneak her treats when she thinks no one is looking; -Anders doesn’t trust the dragon At All and insists on treating her like, at best, a not particularly smart dog. (Varric teases him that he’s just jealous); -Hawke’s mabari, relatedly, has like, Conflicted Dog Feelings; on one paw, big friend, but on the other paw, Mother not giving Dog her full attention?? Illegal???; -They collectively agree not to tell Sebastian; -Fenris is “a healthy amount of skeptical” but doesn’t overly object, esp. with the additional help of slaver murdering

         ---At one point Baby like, flies down to their campsite, walks up to Fenris, and deposits a very dead but only slightly devoured slaver body (Blind Man logo painted on their armour) on the ground at his feet, and then sits in front of him like a proud cat. It’s worth noting she is As Tall as him on her haunches at this point and also still has blood all over her snout. He’s like, “........................... thank you.”

-The most significant problem arises in Act III, with the mine massacre

-At first when Hawke gets there, she’s afraid that it was partially Baby’s doing, until one of the others points out that the damage from claws / one blow of breath was too severe to be from something Baby’s size Which is both relieving and signifiying a bigger problem

-They follow the trail of wreckage and bones into the valley to find the Bigger Problem

--At first the fight goes normally, but in the second wave or so of the High Dragon attacking,, Baby wings her way in and circles the group for a second, flapping to a stop midair as she looks from Hawke’s group to-- Hawke is now realizing--- her grandmother -Hawke yells at her to leave; whether or not Baby hears is up for debate

--After some uncertainty, it looks like she might finally turn away,, but instead as the grandmother rears back she flies down and plants herself in front of Hawke’s group, blocking them with her wings, and then screeches up at the other dragon    ----It doesn’t sound like a challenge; more like a plea? -The high dragon pauses,, her nostrils flaring and her front claws still in the air, and snarls something back --Baby cowers a little but responds again, and doesn’t move --The high dragon goes on all four feet again with a Genuinely Earthquake-like thud, and circles around to Hawke’s other side slowly, her neck low to the ground so they’re effectively eye to eye. --There is one, (1),, opportunity for a dialogue; her oldest remaining granddaughter has spoken out to defend this strange group, and she’d learn why. The high dragon is waiting.

--Hawke’s ordered everyone not to move; so they Stay Put  (remember when that used to happen  /jk) ----If the sarcastic or aggressive option is taken, canon follows its course, and it’s a fight to the death     ----However, if Hawke chooses the Diplomatic check, she talks territory and important groups: about the place above her being important because her people are there, and she doesn’t want to kill just for sport, but her people need to be defended and she will to fight to do so. --After a long moment, the grandmother heaves herself into the sky and leaves -All her remaining children follow with her, scrambling along paths over the mountains around the pit. (A group dragonlings is called either a thunder or a retreat)

    -But Baby has to stay behind -She and ends up calling after Grandmother, who bays something back but is already far away --She pauses for a moment, staring down at the mess of dead dragonlings from the first wave, but when Hawke tries to talk to her she turns away and takes a running flap into the cave on the far side of the little valley --Hawke and friends go back to the city to deal with Hubert,, taking the “the workers own this company now, Bye” route from the cut content bc I like it,, but after a few days they try to come check on her and it turns out she hasn’t left the cave yet     ---The cave which is, predictably, full of gigantic spiders, but eventually they find her in the back of it. She’s okay, just like. Sitting in the dark, alone, curled up by the nest where her hundred little siblings had hatched and grown.

-For a while after that they just let her be; there’s a lot of shit going on in Kirkwall that needs attending to, anyway

-The next time she shows up is when Hawke and friends are on the way to Sundermont (hopefully before the incident with Pride) -She flies down gives Hawke some stuff she’d scrounged up from Grandmother’s horde, and then nudges her; there’s a moment where they all kind of reckon with How Big She Is Now, and it’s implied that she’s finally going to fledge (if you will)    -She cuddles (cuddles!) Hawke, snoutbutts Fenris and Aveline, and Hawke’s mabari paws at her face in a friendly way and licks her nose (which they regret bc dragons, unlike sharks, are not smooth)

-Then she flies away, in the opposite direction than the others had, above the smoke of the foundries -Kirkwall freaks out about it and her shadow’s sighting gets gossip milled Immediately, but half of the city brushes it off by the next mornings’ news pamphlets as just stress, and / or heavy clouds mixing with the ashes to make strange shapes -The other half thinks of it as an omen of more bad things to come

-EXIT ALL

Thank you for your time, tip your waitstaff

[rainofaugustsith]

Thank you so much @tishinada for the tag! Tagging, um, @verbose-vespertine @a-muirehen

I think I can count this one for 100 Days of Writing today. @the-wip-project

My AO3 list of works is here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/RainofAugust

How many works do you have on AO3?

51. 

What’s your total AO3 word count?

460200. 

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

SWTOR on AO3. 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

An Open Affinity - 294 

The Eternal Wrath - 247

Sithy Snippets - 138

Five Times - 118 

Two Days - 85 

Do you respond to comments; why or why not?

I always do my best to respond. Every now and then there's been a comment that has gotten lost in my emails but when I see it I do respond even if it's later on. I really appreciate it when people comment. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably one I actually pulled down that was an AU called "Total Eclipse." It was an AU, worst-case-scenario story that Lana was in on things during the traitor arc (again, complete AU) and when Viri found out she had a complete meltdown and tried to kill herself. Because if she couldn't trust Lana she couldn't trust anyone and after everything in the traitor arc and Zildrog, it completely broke her. I pulled it down because it was really dark, and in my headcanon it does not work anyway - Viri and Lana cannot lie to each other. 

I am of the opinion that my characters need and deserve happy endings so that is what I write. They may go through all sorts of angst but nobody dies, nobody loses their wife or girlfriend, nobody ends the story with a sad conclusion. I try to end on happy notes, or hopeful ones. 

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3, knock on wood, but I've had nasty comments sent to me on Tumblr. There was someone who was throwing very open hate at asexuality (Viri is demisexual and that's integral to her story of falling in love with Lana) and someone else who was pissy with how Viri treated Theron after Nathema (he's still in the Alliance, but she doesn't trust him and he's not inner circle now - and not someone she considers a friend). 

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. Always sapphic, and I'm really big on enthusiastic, clear consent and emotional connection. I try to show Lana and Viri as being a couple that truly enjoys each other, has a lot of fun in bed (and out of it, given all the places they've had sex, LOL), and pays attention to what they each need. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not...per se. But I've found one that had a very, very similar word for word scene. I did not say anything publicly, I just cried a lot and talked to a friend about it. It honestly upset me enough that I stopped writing fanfic for a while and then wrote an angry fic where I had my characters say all the angry things I wanted to say about it. 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as far as I know.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Lana/Viri of course. 

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm struggling a lot with "The Two." It's meant to be Suvia and Viri during their Dark Council and Wrath days when they formed an alliance and became friends. I'm really stalling on it because getting my head into post-class story, pre-SOR space isn't the easiest task for me. 

What are your writing strengths?

I much do my best to consider backstory and detail. To use the blue curtains metaphor, sometimes the curtains in my fics are just blue - there's nothing behind them. But at the same time I do consciously often try to bake in a lot of my characters' backstories and make them multi-dimensional. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

Right now, finishing stuff. Also I tend to have very little confidence and assume everything I write is awful. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Every now and then I've thrown a word in Sith into a fic. Writing non-fic, every now and then I've used terms in Latin, French, Yiddish, Spanish or Italian that are commonly seen in English or are known. Like I've caught myself writing "it's a schlep" in Rain Plays SWTOR guides because that's what I'd say IRL. 

In general, though, when it comes to more than a word here or there, I write in English and then indicate that the person is speaking in another language. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I don't even know. Probably Star Wars. I wrote my own Star Wars stories as a kid. Nobody read them, but I wrote them. 

 What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

My favorite smut fic is "Been a Long Day." I think it's just really hot and well put together. Second is "Ten Ways To Please Your Lover." 

Favorite overall is "The Eternal Wrath" even though it's not done. Because I'm really proud of how I wrote the Machine Gods, Viri's confrontation with Zildrog and Viri's Force Walking illness. 

[aminiatureworld]

Storms

Ship: RFA + Minor Trio and GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5,431 words total; about 700 per person

Premise: A rewrite of an old request I wrote back in 2017 (link here).

Author’s Note: These are less headcanons and more fics outlines lmao but hope you like this rewrite. I do considering I can barely stand reading the original, my writing has thankfully improved, and I hope it will continue to do so. I haven’t written in 2nd person in literal years (3rd person ftw) so I hope it doesn’t come off too strange. 

Two notes. Firstly I’ve done my best to make the reader gender neutral. If you catch any gendered terms feel free to tell me so I can fix it. Secondly, I haven’t played Another Story yet, rip my broke ass, so if V and Saeran are a bit out of character, that’s definitely why. I’m working on it haha. In regards to V I simply know almost nothing about his route, and in regards to Saeran I’ve decided to ignore what I know about his route, mostly because this was hitting 4,000 words at that point and an in depth HC involving canonical thing would probably be about that length. Sorry this is so long and thus the final HCs a bit rushed. Thanks for putting up with me! Hope you enjoy!

Ao3 link in reblog

Zen

Having a fear of thunderstorms was one of the most obnoxious fears on the planet sometimes. Especially when one is surround by 60 mph gusts of wind and the house one lives in feels like 80% glass.

This was the predicament you were left in when a series of storms passed through the first week you and Zen were officially dating. Oh joy.

Despite how in love you were with Zen, revealing one’s fears, especially when they seem vaguely irrational, is a difficult thing to do, so you teetered towards Option B

That being: Don’t tell anyone, keep calm, if you need to take a break go to the bathroom or say you forgot something in the bedroom. Okay? Okay.

However this flawless plan of attack lasted only about five minutes, and the first clap of thunder had you ready to bolt under the bed.

Zen, bless him, was utterly oblivious, listening to the backtrack of a song he was working on and occasionally making such benign comments as “that’s a lot of rain” or “wow that was loud”

Yeah. That was loud. Help me.

Eventually it got a bit… much, and you had to make your excuses about getting a book from the television/living room. Since it was in the “basement” part of the complex you’d figured that it’d be easier to hide out there. Just turn off all the lights, try to find earplugs, then count down the time until the storms were over.

Unfortunately the weather wasn’t adhering to this plan very well, how typical of it, as the storms were supposed to last until the early hours of the morning. And it wouldn’t exactly be unobtrusive to not eat.

So after ten minutes in the dark you went out to help Zen prepare dinner. At least no one needed to go to the grocery store. And today’s menu included Japchae, so always a treat! It was going to be okay, nothing was going to happen. It’s fine.

At least that’s what you told yourself until a particular bright flash of lightning streaked the sky and you promptly jumped and dropped the sweet potato noodles on the ground.

At this point Zen switched from oblivious to overly concerned. Say what you will about him but he was truly a sweetheart when he noticed something was wrong. As he helped you pick up the spilled noodles, assuring you that there was enough still in the package to use, he asked what was wrong

You explained that when you were little your grandparents had a house in a village in the countryside and one summer day lightning struck a powerline, causing it as well as two houses close to yours to burn down.

Zen responded with such concern. “Oh MC I’m so sorry to hear that! Was anyone hurt? No wonder you’re uncomfortable around storms now.”

“It was such a long time ago, and it’s so unlikely to happen again my lifetime… I don’t know why I’m still so afraid, it’s so stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to be afraid of something. You don’t have to hide your fears around me sweetheart. There’s no shame in it.”

Unfortunately words usually cannot make fears go away, but safe to say you were touched. Picking up the rest of the noodles and disposing them you and Zen shared a sweet series of hugs, and maybe you wouldn’t continued down that route if the water hadn’t begun to boil and dinner was once more brought back into stark focus.

Afterwards you guys ate in front of the tv, turning on a random crappy show and making fun of the announcer.

You could still hear the thunder every once in a while, but Zen made sure you felt safe and happy, cuddling you, doing something to draw your attention to him at the beginning of each clap of thunder, and keeping up a steady stream of conversation, even about the most mundane of things.

Your fear still wasn’t gone, and you still weren’t excited for the rest of the week, but at least you had someone with you who truly cared and was actively trying to make you feel better. You knew Zen would always be there for you, and that knowledge would carry you through the most anxious of times, to the other side.

You truly loved him so much.

Yoosung

Sometimes you wished that you could disappear into something as easily as Yoosung did, both with his games and with his studying.

Yoosung was in his first year of veterinarian medical school and, having just passed the first series of exams, had invited you over to the apartment he was leasing, for an evening of games, television, and overall hanging out. It would’ve been more of a date, but the weather was impressively stormy and, much to your relief, it was decided that staying inside was the better option.

Yoosung was loading up a game on the tv and you were checking to see what remained in the fridge, when a bolt of lightning raced across the sky; suddenly you became aware of just how very high up apartment buildings tended to be, and, much like usual, the logical part of your brain repeating Googled information about lightning rods was replaced by a static of anxiety floating around in your brain.

Returning to the TV room you nervously picked up the controller, hoping that Yoosung wouldn’t notice. Not that you didn’t trust him to understand, indeed you’d hardly met anyone as understanding as Yoosung, but it was more that years of being told “it’s just rain” had kinda gotten to your system.

The first half an hour or so was alright, the quiet mental notes you were taking told you that the storm was still far enough away, although there was no doubt it was getting closer; something reinforced by your, hopefully, discreet checking of the weather app.

When the storm arrived, oh boy did it arrive.

The winds felt unbearable, screaming terribly, rattling the windowpanes with fast, stinging rain, so much so the outside looked less like the outside and more like the middle of a whirlpool. A whirlpool that occasionally set itself on fire, the lightning dispersed by the odd shadows of the rain.

At this point all pretense fell out the window.

“MC?” Yoosung looked over as you’d dropped the remote and drawn your legs up to your chest, burying your face in your knees, all thoughts blocked out. “MC.” Yoosung said a little louder, putting his own remote down on the coffee table and scooting over to where you were sitting on the couch. “Hey.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, something vaguely uncomfortable considering the position you both were sitting in, but still a welcome presence, a bit of comfort making its way past your wall of fear.

“Not a huge fan of thunderstorms I see.” He said when the storm had calmed down a bit. You let out a shaky sort of laugh. Understatement of the century, wouldn’t you think?

“I have an idea!” Yoosung ran out of the room, leaving you to curl yourself up again, until he came back, a pair of headphones in hand.

“These are the best noise cancelling headphones I own, and they cost a fortune so they’d better work.” He placed them over your ears, and immediately you noticed how muffled the sound became. Evidently it must’ve shown on your face, because Yoosung smiled even wider, nodding gently before picking up his remote again.

As the storm continued so did the gaming. At some point you guys ended up thrown about the couch, cuddling each other, and occasionally knocking elbows when the gaming got intense. When things were finally over you two lay there a little longer, although you’d taken the headphones off.

“Thank you.” You whispered, content.

“For what?” Yoosung smiled. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

“Not all boyfriends.” You countered “You’re special. The best boyfriend one could ask for.”

And you meant it.

Jaehee

I imagine both you and Jaehee not being huge fans of thunderstorms. They frightened you, and to Jaehee the volume gave her a headache, not to mention the fact you were both living in a cheap apartment on the ground floor while the coffee shop’s purchase was still new; and the whole structure had this obnoxious habit of vibrating with both the lightning and thunder, leaving everything a bit discombobulated and very unpleasant.

The coffee shop wasn’t much better really, open as it was, the whole front being 85% glass and only 15% brick.

So when you both checked your phones and saw that storms were on their way it was all about planning.

Since you couldn’t afford to close the shop for the week you instead put a large display in the windows, putting up cardboard trees, birds, and whatever else would block most of the view.

You went through the store, making sure everything unnecessary was unplugged.

Really it was probably a bit overkill, or at least Jumin and Seven certainly thought it was, but hey better safe than sorry.

The apartment was given the same treatment, blinds and shutters were closed, toasters and charging cords were unplugged, and Aspirin and earplugs were stocked up.

The week of the storms was really incredibly unpleasant, with you two sneaking in hugs and kisses whenever the line of customers was small, squeezing each other’s hands when a particularly bright streak of lightning flashed, or when the thunder seemed to become unbearable.

No dawdling home this week, much to the chagrin of both of you, who’d taking to park exploring and other such mundane things that both you and Jaehee had missed out on, her due to work and you due to being shut up in Rika’s apartment for eleven days.

Nevertheless neither of you were particularly keen to venture out in the middle of a storm, so instead you two headed home, a night’s worth of musicals and cuddling ahead of you.

Dinner was spent in front of the tv, although usually you two usually made a point to eat at the dining table it was in the most windowed room in the house and thus not meant to be.

Zen’s beautiful tenor might not have been enough to completely drown out the storms, but it was certainly a help, not to mention the large doses of cuddles you were giving one another.

But really the best part about it was just being able to talk freely about your fears, you both having the reference that those who don’t suffer with what’s widely considered an irrational fear in modern times don’t understand.

And that was really what kept it together for you two. You’ll always be there for one another, you’ll always understand one another.

Eventually the clock struck the hour and you both realized that not only would there be work tomorrow, but musicals can’t much be enjoyed when you’re only paying half attention.

You got ready for bed, both making a final sweep for plugged in appliances that might burn out if there should be an energy surge.

Right before you two drifted off to sleep you gave Jaehee a small kiss. “What was that for?” She whispered. Everything was so beautifully comfortable, so cozy and intimate, and your happiness in that moment overpowered all fear.

“I just love you, I love you so much.” You replied. Jaehee blushed, but returned the kiss.

“I love you too. Forever.”

Jumin

It’s not that you hid it from him because you were embarrassed, well at least that wasn’t the main reason. It was more Jumin’s habit of blowing everything out of proportion, to the point of hindrance. That was really what you were afraid of, you just needed calm, need comfort, not yoga or whatever was to be the cure. And not that Jumin couldn’t or wouldn’t give you comfort, but the likelihood of him giving you calm was maybe a bit more debatable.

So you tried to keep it hidden, mentioned nothing of it on your way out the door in the morning, avoiding the topic in the messenger, even when Seven started to go on and on about windspeed – did the bastard know something?

Things seemed to be going… okay? I mean they weren’t great, you were constantly pushing down the urge to hide in a closet or something, but hey Jumin wasn’t aware yet. Success?

The trip home was certainly unpleasant, and the text that your husband was working late again certainly didn’t seem promising, but hey there’d be Elizabeth, and the bedroom had amazing blackout curtains. So, yeah, it’d be fineeee.

At least it would be if the damn penthouse didn’t have windows for walls. Something that certainly wasn’t normal or part of the regular plan.

Nor was it really possible to take a nap with the thunder so loud and your thoughts running high, really it’d probably be better on the lower floors if you weren’t so sure of people being there.

At this point the plan became less of “don’t let Jumin know, play it cool” to “survive whatever the cost”, which yes perhaps was also an overreaction on your part, but you knew damn well that all rationality had long fled, and you weren’t about to go chasing after it, that wasn’t what you needed right now. Rationality was also what had you go into a google wormhole about terrifying lightning related accident. Need one say more?

So you picked up a perhaps a bit disgruntled Elizabeth the 3rd, and buried yourself under the covers, stroking her fur at regulated intervals, trying desperately to pay attention to the video you’d loaded on your phone, to less than perfect success.

You wouldn’t say that you were dozing when Jumin came home, it was more like you were so deep in your fears that you really didn’t have room to pay attention to anything else.

“MC?” Jumin was instantly alert when you didn’t run to greet him at the door, something that had really become tradition between the two of you. Him being also a bit of a worrier – and a bit being perhaps a gracious way of saying it, lovely though it can be ��� his first thoughts were that you’d hit your head and passed out somewhere, but the fact that Elizabeth had also not come to greet him clued him in that you two were most likely holed up somewhere, perhaps napping, as had happened a few times before.

His surprise then when you turned out to be in bed, distinctly not unconscious or asleep, holding onto Elizabeth like a vice, was really immense.

“Darling, is something wrong?” You knew he meant something rather more akin to “Something is definitely wrong and I’m very worried and hope you tell me, if not I might become a horrendous paranoiac and never stop bugging you but I also want to be polite about it.”

You folded quite quickly, deciding that it really wasn’t worth it, you were in such a state, and the anxiety was still in complete control of your brain, excuses weren’t about to be made.

In a moment Jumin had enveloped you in a hug, which you were glad to accept, discreetly kicking his phone away hoping that he’d not notice it and get it in his head to send for a meditative trainer or some such thing, since that wasn’t what you were looking for, at least not at the moment.

Thankfully though he seemed more focused on your wellbeing, asking you to talk through your anxiety, gently drawing circles on your back in an attempt to get rid of excess tension. It felt good to be able to release your stream of consciousness, even if it was a bit embarrassing. Every time you started feeling a bit overwhelming you’d insert an apology here and there but Jumin would simply shake his head and assure you it was fine

“After all, you were so patient and understanding when I went through a crisis of consciousness, when all my emotions were suddenly flooding my mind. You listened to me then, the least I can do is listen to you now.”

After you’d exhausted your thoughts and you two had laid there a bit, cuddled together, basking in each other’s presence, you two went to the kitchen, where Jumin insisted he’d make dinner himself.

You weren’t happy to be in the windowed room again, but one flick of a discreet switch and they were suddenly shuttered closed.

“You can do that?!”

“Of course?”

“Ugh, the idle rich.” You shook your head and Jumin feigned horror. This act went on throughout dinnertime, another thing to help soothe your nerves, as well as Elizabeth, who was being awfully nice, curled up in your lap.

Every clap of thunder and Jumin would hold your hand or give you a kiss or hug, again trying to distract you.

Afterwards it was watching trashy soap operas – really you couldn’t understand why Jumin adored these shows so much, he really did secretly have a flare for the dramatics – and more cuddling.

As the night got later and you got sleepier you realized that, though the anxiety wasn’t completely gone, you really were quite content.

“Ah, I wouldn’t mind this every time it stormed.”

Jumin chuckled at that. “Why not? Anything to make you comfortable and happy.”

“You’re going to spoil me terribly you know.”

“Again, why not? Comfort isn’t spoiling someone, and if it was I’d spoil you rotten. You deserve the universe, I’m just giving what I can.”

And really the comfort he gave you was worth five universes at that moment, but wasn’t he always worth that much?

Saeyoung

Saeyoung’s reaction to your fear would probably initially be teasing.

Not because he thought it was funny, more his brain still found sincerity a hard thing to grapple with, and he found his knee jerking reaction be to try and make fun, enough fun for you to forget about everything.

You knew this of course, had long ago learned his patterns, his mannerisms and habits, and initially you tried to play along with it, after all the only reason he knew you were afraid of thunderstorms was because he’d caught you running into the closet on the CCTV in Rika’s apartment. If it weren’t for that you would’ve been perfectly happy with him never finding out. Surely you could humor him a bit.

Well anxiety has a funny way of sharpening one’s nerves, and by the sixth joke you were ready to pull your hair out, both from Saeyoung and from the storm.

“Hey Saeyoung? I really do appreciate what you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, but I… I don’t think this is going to be the way to sort it out.”

“Oh… I see.” Saeyoung faltered. Saeran, who was also not a fan and was thus gaming, probably with the volume at unhealthy rates, still managed to snort out a “I could’ve told you that.” Saeyoung shook his head apologetically.

“I’m sorry MC… I, uhm. Yeah…” For a moment you both sat on his horrifically battered couch, the tension rising. Saeyoung screwed his face up in thought, before launching himself towards you, wrapping you up in a huge hug.

“I.. Saeyoung-?”

“Cuddles are a miracle cure.” He said, kissing you on the forehead. “They’ll chase away the storms, just you wait, and in the meantime, how about you teach me how to make something other than sandwiches.”

“I know you know how to cook.” You pointed out, at least happier with this approach, but Saeyoung shook his head.

“I forgot. I can now only make ham sandwiches, and that is truly a sad fate. Won’t you help me? Oh cook in shining armor.”

You rolled your eyes at that “Isn’t being the hero more of your route?” But agreed to make something with him.

Saeyoung really put everything into the “I forgot act”, and you soon found yourself distracted by his antics, peeling onions with a vegetable peeler, “accidentally” getting flour in your hair, tackling you with hugs and kisses the minute thunder or lightning even attempted an interruption. You found yourself either laughing or breathless from his attention, and when your anxiety was too difficult to ignore you allowed Seven to wrap you in a hug as you buried your head in his shoulder, his arms acting as a barrier for the sound.

Dinner took a horrendously long time to cook, something Saeran was sure to point out, but it really did help. As you two were cleaning up dishes Saeyoung paused for a moment.

“Being a hero really isn’t my thing you know.”

“Huh?” You’d sorta forgotten the earlier conversation amidst all the antics.

“You saved me MC, from myself, my own destruction. The least I could is chase away a few thunderstorms. I’d do anything to make you happy. So, I hope that you can be happy.

“What a silly thing to say.” You said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I’m already so very happy, so incredibly glad to have you in my life. Indeed, if this isn’t happiness then there is no such thing.”

He really was your hero, your knight in peculiar armor. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

V/Jihyun Kim

V hated thunderstorms. Although he’d agreed to get his vision fixed, the date of the surgery was still some months off, and in the meantime every storm sent him in disarray, the sudden loudness of the thunder a disconcerting reminder of his own vulnerability, the fact that if even one thing in his life shifted he was likely to run right into it.

Being someone who had such a visceral hate, he was quick to become aware of your anxiety as well. It was something he just picked up on, before you had the chance to even think about hiding it from him.

“I see I’m not the only one who hates when it storms.”

You weren’t really surprised by his fear, he’d made it quite clear how he disliked to be reminded of the vulnerability that came from being blind, his eyes were already an ever present reminder of his past, a reminder of the feelings that had rotted inside him, which were so difficult to reconcile with.

So during the storms he ended up focusing most of his nervous energy on you, preferring that to morbid thoughts about the path his life had taken.

Coincidentally you tended to have the same reaction, and thus stormy days, though far from pleasant, became a semi-pleasant ritual, full of affection and comfort.

You pointed out the lightning and counted the miles out loud for him, something that helped him ground himself in the world, feel a little more in control of the situation, and in return he kept up a steady stream of conversation, telling you how your fears weren’t silly, how much it mattered to him that you were happy, and all the things you’d do together when the storms passed.

Sometimes you two turned on a podcast, or a video whose audio V had heard multiple times before, another exercise in familiarity that helped comfort you two. He also didn’t mind whether you kept the lights on or turned them off, only wishing to keep at least one window open, to keep track of the storm’s progress.

He also was in the habit of singing or humming at random intervals, his voice kept you in the moment, rather than in an endless loop of “what ifs”.

By the end of the storm you two were often exhausted, which is why they so often ended with you two tangled together, already half asleep.

One such time you were about to sleep, only barely awake to nod when V said the storm had passed.

“Jihyun,” you mumbled, hearing a hum in return. “I love you.”

V smiled, hearing that from you always felt like a moment of rejuvenation, of sudden clarity.

Kissing your forehead he hugged you a little tighter.

“I love you too.”

Saeran

Saeran loved storms. Loved the sheer, raw, uninhibited power they exuded, the proof of how natural ruled above all.

You knew that. You also knew that storms were, in fact, the bane of your existence, and that you’re rather die than sit up and watch them with him.

But you also didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to be a source of unhappiness in his life, so when Saeran eagerly looked out the window and called out “MC! It’s thundering!” You reluctantly dragged yourself over to watch with him.

At first it was alright if you focused on him more than on the outside, the awe and glee he took in watching the rain was endearing, the happiness marked so clearly and without inhibition. It was something that almost took your breath away in how beautiful it was, the joy of somehow who’d had so little of it.

Then the first clap of thunder arrived and you’d nearly sprained your wrist, slipping on the counter and banging your arm.

Saeran’s attention was immediately turned away from the thunderstorm and he looked at you curiously.

“Are you alright MC?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just, I’m fine.” You didn’t want him to know. It made him so happy, how could you ever take away from that, holding you bruised elbow you excused yourself to the bathroom for a moment, saying you needed make sure nothing was serious.

Of course that excuses could only last for so long, but the bathroom seemed such a comfort compared to the windowed rooms, and you lost track of all sense of time or space, curled up in a ball, leaning against the cold wall, the linoleum tiling keeping you grounded.

Eventually however it came to an end, and there was a short knock before Saeran turned the doorknob and opened the door.

“Something wrong?” He asked, immediately realizing the answer to that question after looking at your position. Kneeling down to face you he cupped your cheek. “Thunderstorms?”

You nodded, despite yourself. You really didn’t want to take this from him. But he didn’t seem to have felt like anything was taken, instead kissing you on the forehead and opening his arms for you to envelope yourself in them, something you did gratefully.

He held you, rocking you slightly, whispering random bits of words, random pieces of song, anything to keep your anxiety lower. Nudging the door shut once more you two stayed there for a while, and you finally felt yourself calm down.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“For what?” His tone was that of genuine confusion.

“For taking away watching thunderstorms from you. I don’t want to take anything away from you of course, I really don’t. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh MC…” Saeran peppered your face with kisses. “You haven’t taken anything away from me. I can still watch the thunderstorms, can still love them. Your fear isn’t something to be ashamed of, we all fear things in our lives, all have things we’d rather throw aside. I’m always here for you, always. It’s something I chose, and would choose over and over again. And that choice doesn’t mean I cannot chose to love thunderstorms, or watch them. It just means I have to make sure you’re comfortable as well. Besides, I wouldn’t want to do something that made you uncomfortable, not if I could do something about it. So don’t talk like that anymore, okay?”

You nodded, feeling reassured and slightly sheepish. He really was too good for words.

You two stayed in the bathroom until it became too uncomfortable, when you moved to the bed. It was a lovely evening, the storms having mellowed into a gentle rain.

Wrapped in Saeran’s arms you suddenly felt such a rush of emotions overcome you, contentment, bashfulness, love. Especially love.

You loved Saeran so much. And you always would.

Vanderwood

You’d really rather not tell Vanderwood.

You two were the cynics of the group, sarcastic, unfazed, or rather you hid your general emotions to the larger group in a swath of wit and humor. You really didn’t want to tell him that you were afraid of what was essentially a fear that had outlived its purpose.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Vanderwood with your true feelings, indeed sometimes you felt as if Vanderwood was the only person you could trust with your true feelings, a sentiment they had reciprocated multiple times.

It was moreso you already knew how much people saw your fear as overreacting. Didn’t need your partner to join the bandwagon of slight bafflement and bemusement, even if they couldn’t help themselves.

So there you were, sitting on the couch, storm on full display, trying not to dig your head into the side of the lazyboy as Vanderwood sat typing away on their computer.

Unfortunately the storm grew more and more violent, and you quickly grew more and more uncomfortable, your plans of nonchalance having really taken a critical hit.

Before you could think of a proper excuse to go into the bedroom closet and have a bit of a scream a huge clap of thunder shook the complex and the book you’d held in your hands plummeted to the ground.

Vanderwood immediately got up and shut the blinds. “I forgot you don’t like storms.” They said, closing the last of the blinds before turning around to your startled face.

“You know I don’t like thunderstorms?!”

“Was I not supposed to?” They looked vaguely confused, and not a bit amused.

“No.” You buried your hands in your palms.

“No I was or no I wasn’t?”

“You weren’t.” You groaned. “It’s embaraassing.”

“Why should it be embarrassing? Look, MC.” They walked over to you, taking your hands in theirs. “There are a lot of embarrassing things people are in life. Of which I’m at least half of them. I cannot say a lot of things with great confidence, but I can say this. You aren’t the least bit embarrassing for having an incredibly common and practical fear.”

“A fear that should’ve died out with the invention of bricks.” You muttered.

“Perhaps. But we both know that’s not how it works.” They replied. “So don’t feel the need to hide something like that. Okay?”

You nodded and Vanderwood smiled, before giving you a hug, something which you gladly reciprocated.

It was a quiet evening, one of easy cooking and laughing at miscellaneous videos, of making fun of spy shows and swapping stories.

In the end you probably shouldn’t’ve been so surprised.

Vanderwood was an amazing partner, caring, funny, observant, loving.

Perhaps it was okay to have such a fear around them. And if it was okay with Vanderwood than everyone else would have to suck it up, because really two people’s opinions mattered to you on the fact, yours and theirs. And in this instance you’d found yourselves completely in accord.

[kedreeva]

Inspired by your latest post on cringe culture, I wonder if you have any advice on getting rid of internalised cringe culture? I am quite a massive fangirl and it’s hard not to cringe at myself just for liking something and enjoying it a lot. It’s also a bit of internalised ableism from neurodiversity, unfortunately. I sometimes tease myself by calling myself a nerd, which is mostly affectionate but I wonder if it contributes to this overall. Also, trying to write fic when you’re ashamed of 1/2

Liking something is really hard and painful. I can’t help liking it and it mostly makes me very happy but being ashamed of it is very hard to deal with. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense I forgot what I was saying in the first message but I hope I remembered enough. Thanks! 2/2

Well, you’re probably not going to like my answer but it’s the same answer I give for... a lot of things, when people ask me how to improve X skill: practice doing it.

If you are currently performing a behavior that you do not want to do (cringing), then you must practice performing a the behavior you want (not cringing). You will be bad at it at first, and that is okay! Pretty much no one is good at something they’ve never done right off the bat. The point isn’t to be good at it, the point is to try to be better at it today than you were at it yesterday, or a week ago, or whatever. Additionally, remember to be kind to your past self in this endeavor; their actions were the best they could do at the time, and cannot be changed, and the lens through which you can see them (time) always gives you much greater clarity than past!you actually had.

To practice, may I suggest going into something and telling yourself up front, “I am going to like this thing and that’s fine.” My usual go-to is a little more aggressive (”I’m gonna like this thing and anyone that wants to argue about that can come fucking fight me in the Denny’s parking lot”), but starting off I think you really want to come to terms with the idea of liking things not IN SPITE of whatever aspect you find yourself cringing over (because like 85% of things are completely harmless things, and the rest are things like ‘this show didn’t handle X very well, that’s true, but there’s enough that they did in ways I liked that I will like it anyway”) but BECAUSE of those things.

Like, okay, here’s an example: I LOVE bad end of the world/creature flicks. I love cheesy effects in movies. I’ve seen The Day After Tomorrow like 27 times and the wolves are ALWAYS animated badly and there’s like absolutely no good reason to have wolves in a downtown area MUCH LESS WOLVES THAT ESCAPED A FREIGHTER THAT CRASHED IN THE STREET oh my god it’s the most RIDICULOUS thing and I LOVE it. I love it BECAUSE it is ridiculous. There are people out there who would look at that kind of thing and “cringe” because the CGI is bad or because it makes no sense or whatever high horse movie snob reason, but like.... my favorite question here: so what. *I* like it, and that’s the opinion that matters to me.

I think in a LOT of aspects in life, people get wound up about “what’s correct” rather than letting themselves enjoy “what’s fun/makes me happy.” It doesn’t have to be perfect to be loved, and you can love something BECAUSE it’s just fun or silly or weird or terrible. Give yourself permission, and like. i dunno. positively reinforce when you like something? “I’m glad we liked this” “liking this was good for me” “This has made me happy and deserves being loved by me” or whatever way you wanna phrase it in your head.

The point is, there’s no, like... shortcut. You’ve been conditioned into a behavior by so many factors in your life, but that’s all it is, really. A conditioned behavior. And the best way to get rid of any behavior is to condition a new behavior over the top of it. And that takes practice, time, and effort, and patience. 

[veilder]

In order to usher in a new year, I thought it might be nice to do a little “year in review” sorta thing for my AO3? For posterity, lol. I only started publishing my fanfiction in January of 2019 but I’ve made it this sort of tradition to take a screenshot of my AO3 stats every year. And since I have two years under my belt now, I now have something to compare, lol! 😁

Let’s start out with my year totals:

So, here you see what my stats look like sorted by year? (And also that drastic change where AO3 shifted from blue to red, omg.) However!! This is not entirely accurate! It makes it look like I wrote a lot more this year than last. Which... I mean, I did, but it wasn’t by nearly that big of a margin.

Here is my current total:

As you can, the numbers don’t quite match up. That’s because AO3 only seems to total their years by story, not by chapter. The longest thing I’ve ever written clocks in at about 52k words. I started writing it in 2019, but I didn’t finish it til 2020. Hence the entire total is added to my 2020 word count. You can see it here when I filter by year:

A lot less than my 2019 year-end pic, right? 29,124 words less, in fa1ct. Literally the greatest majority of the fic was written in 2019 and I’m here to complain about how AO3 totals this stuff, lol.

But I digress: when we get down to the actual numbers, I published 77,991 words in 2019. Which is absolutely nuts to think about, omg, especially coming from posting nothing at all. However, I went ahead and blew that number away this year with my whopping 87,208 total!! Almost 10k more than last year! And that’s taking into account that I have been so heavily burnt out since the end of August, too, and haven’t posted a thing since September 1st. So like... Wow. I really didn’t expect it to be that much? Not in this, The Year of Unspeakable Traumas. 

Now, with word count out of the way, I wanna highlight a few more things!

1. Kudos: Personally, I find kudos to be probably the most accurate statistic when looking at how well-received a fic is. Because it’s such an easy button for someone to press and I think it’s safe to say that most people who like a work will do so. Now, again, AO3 tabulates these by year of publication, not year the kudos is given. This is why there’s such a discrepancy between my 2019 year-end screenshot and the current one. A 392 kudos difference, lol! But also! That means that my older fics are still being read and kudosed, which is fantastic! However, this also means that, as I’ve written more this year and gotten far less kudos for those works, my overall percentage is down. 

2. Bookmarks: I love bookmarks. I personally use them a bit like a favorites list, though I know a lot of folks actually use them as, y’know... a bookmark, lol. For keeping track of ongoing fics. I still really love the spike in them I had this year, though! Again, tabulated by publication date, not year they’re given, so I’ve gained an extra 90 bookmarks for 2019′s fics! Again, that still puts them over 2020′s so far, but it wouldn’t if we were just going by end dates! So I think that’s pretty great!

3. Subscriptions: I really like this stat, lol. Because it’s a lot more accurate than the others just purely going by year, right? And it’s been a good year for me for subs! Considering I only had 56 subs at the end of 2019 and I have 141 now, that’s an 85 sub margin! I will put this down to me being a bit more established in my fandom this year. And also having more accessible and longer multi-chapter fics. (Even though my longest fic has about the same chapter lengths as the ones I’ve been working on this year, it’s also very niche, lol.) I’ve also gained 10 new user subs, which dang, thank you! 😮 4. Overall: So, my most popular fic for two years running continues to be The Nearness of You. I appreciate the support for this fic so much, especially considering it was both my first multi-chapter fic and my first foray into romance, lol. However, this year has also had some good contenders? It continues to blow my mind, the reception that my oneshot, A Simple Equation, has gotten. That fic is now third in my rankings for kudos, which is nuts! And coming up right behind it is my longest work for the year, we’re just two lost souls (swimming in a fish bowl). Absolute madness! 

It’s crazy to me to see how much I’ve done according to these stats. I’ve actually accomplished a lot more this year than I thought, even though I only have four fics posted for it (and one of them is incomplete... >_>). But moving forward into 2021, I still have so many things I wanna accomplish! Maybe I’m jinxing myself here, lol, but for this coming year I’d like to:

1. Finish writing Reflections. I can’t believe I’ve left it on a cliffhanger for so long. 😫 2. Write more platonic/family stuff. Even though I always try to include platonic relationships in my shipfics, I wanna do more that’s focused purely on that again. 3. Finish my dang coffeeshop fic so I can start posting it! It’s been half-written for ages, omg! 4. More rarepairs! Because I love them! And I have so many ideas!! 

So yeah. This has actually been very fun? It’s nice to just take a moment to look back at things and see how you’ve grown. Hopefully, I’ll have even more to look at next year, lol! 

But most, thanks to all of my readers for giving me the opportunity to even analyze these stats. It certainly wouldn’t have been as interesting or fulfilling without you all. I appreciate every comment and bookmark and kudos you gave this year, never doubt it! 😊

And to anyone who actually managed to get through this trainwreck of a self review, feel free to post your own looks at what you’ve been up to in 2020! I’d love to see your own progress! Feel free to tag me if you do! 😁

[xbreezymeadowsx]

200 Questions

No one asked me to do it but I made @sharpiewashere do it so it’s only fair I suffer through, too.

200: My crush’s name is: Zach because husband but also... Tommy motherfuckin’ Flanagan

199: I was born in: New Hampshire

198: I am really: horny and annoyed

197: My cellphone company is: Verizon

196: My eye color is: Brown

195: My shoe size is: like 10.5W I think.

194: My ring size is: I think it’s a 9.

193: My height is: 5’ 3”

192: I am allergic to: cats and crop dust

191: My 1st car was: old ass shitty Jeep Grand Cherokee

190: My 1st job was: at a stand in a city mall where we had an inflatable slide and two bounces houses and served sno cones, smoothies, and novelty ice creams

189: Last book you read: Fangs by Sarah Andersen

188: My bed is: fuckin’ broken and uncomfortable and clearly not big enough for myself and my bedhog husband.

187: My pet: 1 old black cat.

186: My best friend: Yuki (that bitch is my best best best friend and I miss her to pieces)

185: My favorite shampoo is: Garnier Whole Blends: Honey Treasures

184: Xbox or ps3: Fuck both. Switch.

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: nada at the moment

181: On my calendar: is scribbles from my kid

180: Marriage is: Don’t marry a redneck!

179: Spongebob can: stop. Give me the early Bob but that’s it.

178: My mom: loves Unicorns

177: The last three songs I bought were? Wap metal version, Room with a Zoo, Shoop

176: Last YouTube video watched: GabSmolders playing Control

175: How many cousins do you have? technically only 2 by blood and actual familial connections. 6 if you count some others. 9 if you count step-cousins.

174: Do you have any siblings? 1 big Seester!

173: Are your parents divorced? Yeah

172: Are you taller than your mom? Maybe? IDK, we’re both shorties

171: Do you play an instrument? sadly, no.

170: What did you do yesterday? Slept and worked

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: yes

166: Yourself: HA, you’re funny.

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: these are...

163: Hell: ... kinda loaded...

162: God: ... questions

161: Horoscopes: maybe

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: yes

155: Magic: yes

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: unfortunately neither.

152: Phone or Online: online

151: Red heads or Black haired: black

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunette

149: Hot or cold: cold

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: straight

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD’s outta these choices but I’d take Steak’N’Shake over either.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk and Dark.

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Zach can be sweet (he certainly isn’t ugly to look at) and we’re definitely on the poor side.

137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (anybody remember Pepsi Twist? That was the best!)

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Buried or cremated: Buried I guess. Though, if I’m cremated, my ashes need to be spread in one place and no separating them.

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: I am a redneck, these things don’t mean anything to me.

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Either? I shop Wal-Mart all the time out of convenience but I do like Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I am overall not a fan of either barring a select couple movies (like Heavyweights and Little Nicky)

128: Manicure or Pedicure: no thanks.

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: Can I go to a Zoo instead?

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’ll say Sox because New England but I don’t particularly care for baseball.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: there’s a time and place

121: George Bush: he’s an idiot?

120: Gay Marriage: yay!

119: The presidential election: tearing families apart because people are stupid and vote for Trump

118: Abortion: this is a bit of a grey area for me. While I firmly believe in “my body, my choice”, I do not accept that argument if you are constantly getting them as if it is a form of birth control. Use proper contraceptives you slut.

117: MySpace: does that even exist anymore?

116: Reality TV: certain ones can assume me.

115: Parents: love them even when you don’t like them.

114: Back stabbers: pussies.

113: Ebay: never used it

112: Facebook: is reserved for pictures of kids, pets, funny videos and memes, and gifs.

111: Work: shitty... literally

110: My Neighbors: I’m just glad they aren’t the cousin-fuckers or the Methicans anymore.

109: Gas Prices: it takes like 20 bucks to fill my tiny car gas tank so whatever.

108: Designer Clothes: never fit me

107: College: didn’t go.

106: Sports: HA. My fat ass play sports? Maybe Badminton or Tetherball but that’s it.

105: My family: lives too far away.

104: The future: needs to be better than now.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: like 20 mins ago when my kid was trying to suck up to me to get a sip of my frappe.

102: Last time you ate: two hours ago.

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Zane’s first day of school this year. Miss Angie came over to see him off in the morning.

100: Cried in front of someone: probably a few weeks ago.

99: Went to a movie theater: Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2.

98: Took a vacation: three years ago.

97: Swam in a pool: probably close to 8 or more years ago.

96: Changed a diaper: 4-5 yrs ago.

95: Got my nails done: professionally? never. By Zane? last weekend.

94: Went to a wedding: three years ago.

93: Broke a bone: never. dislocated shit though.

92: Got a piercing: over a decade

91: Broke the law: probably frequently without realizing it.

90: Texted: couple mins ago.

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: oh I’m a funny bitch

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing? fuck this house. fuck this town. fuck this state. I wanna go HOME home.

87: The last movie I saw: Smokin’ Aces 2

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my nephew’s birth and the vacation we plan to take to see him!

85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: the travel for the vacation stated above.

84: People call me: a lot of things. most of them true.

83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus

80: The first person i talked to today was: my husband

79: First time you had a crush: I had a massive crush on Shawn Micheals as a kid.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my Seester

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: probably someone in the Flanaclan Chapel

76: Right now I am talking to: the Flanaclan on and off

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m supposed to grow up?

74: I have/will get a job: yes

73: Tomorrow: is Halloween

72: Today: I’m horny and annoyed

71: Next Summer: is a long time away

70: Next Weekend: work

69: I have these pets: already answered

68: The worst sound in the world: right now I’d have to say it’s Zane clucking his tongue.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself? or more specifically my anxiety brain.

66: People that make you happy: my Flanaclan friends, my bff, my sister.

65: Last time I cried: a few weeks ago

64: My friends are: on the internet and/or mostly too far away

63: My computer is: a hunk of shit laptop

62: My School: never going ever again.

61: My Car: looks like the car emoji.

60: I lose all respect for people who: beat animals

59: The movie I cried at was: recently? Up

58: Your hair color is: brown

57: TV shows you watch: SOA, SVU, SWAT, wrestling, Wynonna Earp, Van Helsing, Supernatural

56: Favorite web site: tumblr and youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, all that.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: dislocating my knee

53: How do you like your steak cooked: med rare

52: My room is: some boring off-white

51: My favorite celebrity is: Tommy Flanagan

50: Where would you like to be: New Hampshire

49: Do you want children: I have 1 and that’s 1 too many.

48: Ever been in love: yup

47: Who’s your best friend: didn’t I already answer this?

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls nowadays. guys around here suck.

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: reading Chibs fics, staring at Flanagan

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Flanagan

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I did not.

40: Last person I got mad at: me

39: I would like to move to: for the millionth time, New Hampshire

38: I wish I was a professional: dog sitter/walker

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37: Candy: Sour Patch Watermelons

36: Vehicle: 90′s Ford Ranger, Jeep Renegade, Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Gladiator, Ford Shelby GT350R 

35: President: certainly not the fuckin’ current one.

34: State visited: Massachusetts

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Aleister Black, Drew McIntyre, Luchasaurus, Sonny Kiss (and fuck you if you try to tell me they aren’t athletes)

31: Actor: Tommy Flanagan

30: Actress: Millie Bobby Brown

29: Singer: Ville Valo

28: Band: HIM

27: Clothing store: don’t care.

26: Grocery store: don’t care.

25: TV show: Law & Order: SVU (as much as I’d love to say SOA, Law & Order was my first real love)

24: Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You

23: Website: tumblr, youtube

22: Animal: dogs, wolves

21: Theme park: Zoos

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: professional wrestling, football, hockey

18: Sport to play: nothing that requires that much energy

17: Magazine: don’t read them much

16: Book: the House Of Night series and sequel series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast (I don’t care that I’m probably too old for them now, I love them)

15: Day of the week: Saturday

14: Beach: Hampton Beach, NH

13: Concert attended: 69 Eyes headlined (opening with Night Kills The Day, then Fair To Midland which were fine but also Wednesday 13!!!!!)

12: Thing to cook: fajitas

11: Food: apple fritters/apple cider donuts

10: Restaurant: Panda Express I suppose.

9: Radio station: WGFA

8: Yankee candle scent: Midsummers Night

7: Perfume: don’t wear perfume so much as body spray and it’s usually something like cucumber melon or some baked goods scent.

6: Flower: Tiger Lillies

5: Color: Green- specifically Forest/Hunter

4: Talk show host: idk I used to watch Maury all the time, does that count?

3: Comedian: George Carlin

2: Dog breed: Pittie mixes, mutts, labs, medium to big short haired breeds

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes I did.

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Honkai Star Rail Masterlist

Current Interest Level: High

Click here for the Core Hub's Masterlist.

NSFW will be labeled as 🔞

If a work has trigger warnings it'll be labeled as TW: [the trigger warning(s)]

Note: Each fic is also color-coded on how accurate to the character I believe I've done it to. Every character is also color-co-ordinated on how well I believe I can write them overall, which may be helpful if some of ya'll don't like OOC, or want to request something.

Here are the color-keys

LightBlue = Pretty Good(85%+) accuracy, these are what I believe are the most character-accurate)

Green = Moderately-well (55% and above, but at or below 80%). These are characters and works that I believe I can get in character, but there may be OOC.

Orange = 0% Accuracy, definite OOC. I don't know how they tick, or their personality very well, or I simply don't know how to write for them, but I'm willing and wanting to write for them anyway.

Purple = EXCLUSIVELY PLATONIC. These are characters I definitely don't feel comfortable writing about for smut, or in a romantic setting, so instead it's for fluffy friendship stuff.

Red = Characters I WON'T write for, I'll just get them out of the way, here though:

Will not write for:

Male Characters. (I will not force-fem them, either!)

Most Future Characters.

Some of the characters that I don't have.

Characters I don't care about.

Characters that I do not know how to begin writing.

The characters below meet one or more of the criteria. Ask me if you're unsure.

Bailu, Quinque, Hanya, Guinaifen, Huohuo, Fu Xuan, Herta, Jingliu, Sparkle, Sushang, Lingsha, Yunli + Future & Male Characters.

If the masterlist is confusing in some way, or you have suggestions for it, you can reach out and tell me.

Herta Space Station

Asta:

Ruan Mei:

Astral Express

Himeko:

March 7th:

Stelle:

Stelleron Hunters

Kafka:

Silver Wolf:

Firefly:

The IPC

Topaz:

Jade:

Belobog

Bronya:

Serval:

Natasha:

Seele:

Lynx:

Pela:

Hook:

Clara:

Xianzhou Luofu

Xueyi:

Yukong:

Tingyun:

Huohuo:

Penacony

Black Swan:

Siobhan:

Acheron:

Robin:

Robin Fluff Alphabet!

Multiples!

What every (non-platonic) HSR girl smells like!

Part 1 (Asta, Himeko, March 7th, Stelle)

Part 2 (Kafka, Firefly, Topaz, Jade)

Part 3 (Bronya, Serval, Natasha, Seele)

Part 4 (Xueyi, Ruan Mei, Yukong, Tingyun)

Part 5 (Black Swan, Siobhan, Acheron, Robin)

General.

(Aka: Nothing specific. Moreso world-building than anything character-specific. Currently only contains saHSRAU (self-aware HSR AU) "worldbuilding".

saHSRau.

General Worldbuilding (My personal ruleset-headcanons).

How Characters on a Secondary Account Work

A/N: Kinda crowded, honestly. I might need to make lists on just the areas, because this color splashing is almost eye-filth...