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ginsengkitten · 9 months ago

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༺ Beautiful Dangerous༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter One:

Tower Records

word count: approx.: 2900

Trailer/Moodboard here :)

☆ Authors Notes ☆

ty for reading. This is mostly a world building intro but I hope y’all like it :) - also I will be including photos and music that inspires or I felt matches each chapter, just for fun. This story takes place in some sort of fictional timeframe of 1984-86 ish when GNR had just started developing/finalizing their OG line up. I know not all the pics and timelines necessarily add up but this literally isn’t real so whatever!

Track list:

You really got me - The Kinks

Green Onions - Booker T. & the M.G.s

Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix

Your parents had shipped you out to your cousins home in the Hollywood Hills every summer since you were 10. The sprawling green hills sprinkled with Tuscan topped mansions upheld to excite you. Simply because there was so much more to be discovered outside of the ritz. This summer was going to be perhaps the best one yet, because now that you were turning 18, Uncle Rob would finally allow you to go down into the city for the first time.

Uncle Rob and Aunt Shena were the most uptight, stick up the ass, pair of individuals to bethrall the hills. You would think with the unceasing access to every pill, herb, and juice in Hollywood from Robs fancy job would have eased them up over the years; their long time neighbor, Dave, was one of the most sought out coke suppliers in the area - or at least that's what your cousin Daisy has told you- and Daisy liked to dramatize occasionally.... Daisy also says that her parents think too much ibuprofen could spell a trip to the confessional at church. This statement however was proven to be true because of the time Aunt Shena almost refused to give you a 50 mg Tylenol the time you had started your period in their guest bedroom.

Needless to say, it was in agreement with your own parents that you'd not be permitted to go down to the city until you were 18. "The city is where the devil preys on gods most vulnerable and precious spirits" Aunt Shena would recite this at least ten times throughout each summer visit, sure to remind you of the evil that lurked in the streets below. Most summer weeks were spent at the house, but it sure beat Indiana summers back home. Mondays were family nights at home, Tuesdays were beach days, Wednesdays were usually home days too but occasionally sailing on the family boat was allotted. You didn't have a boat back home in Indiana. Daddy's money was steady but not BOAT money steady. Plus it was Indiana- where would the sailing even take place? Lake Michigan?

Thursdays, the cinema would have discount movie matinees. If the film had been pre approved through the other moms in Aunt Shenas crochet circle, then she would take you and Daisy to go see it as a treat. Occasionally, Daisy would ask to use the restroom and you both would sneak into another screen room to peek at the other movies you weren't allowed to see, up until you accidentally snuck into a showing of 'The Evil Dead'. Both you and Daisy had nightmares for weeks and her parents couldn't figure out why, and no shot in hell would either of you admit what happened.

Daisy was fun and secretive like that. You appreciated her ability to lie straight to her parents face. Daisy liked to adventure a little bit more than what her parents would allow. Naturally she became versed in the art of bullshitting her parents.

Daisy was almost like a stranger to her parents. It was sad in a way but mostly just impressive. Daisy would steal cigarettes from her dad and stash them in her pencil case and sell them to the other girls in her church group. She also snuck out regularly, mostly to the local park to meet up with boys from school. She was brave. Real brave. She was cool. Real fucking cool. In fact, she was so cool and so brave, that she got the mastermind plan to steal her fathers Pontiac Firebird while he was away on business and Aunt Shena was knocked unconscious from her qualludes. (But god forbid ibuprofen right?).

"I don't know why I hadn't done this sooner!" Daisy bounced in the drivers seat like a mental patient. The engine cried out aggressively and the whole vehicle roared awake. There’s no way the entire street didn’t hear that. "And you're SURE your mother isn't going to find out? What about your daddy?" You pegged for final assurance from Daisy before becoming an accessory to theft. "Daddy won't ever know. You know why? Cuz' you remember Jeff from my church? He showed me how to roll back the odometer on a car in exchange for...well for never-mind but you don't gotta sweat about a thing Y/N. Now cut the square talk we gotta get to Tower Records before it closes!".

That's another thing Daisy kept secret. Her music. Daisy had a whole stack of vinyl records along with a record player, stashed under her bed. She would purchase raunchy records like Tina Turner and Cheap Trick, and slide them in the back of the more inconspicuous records like Chuck Girard and Bob Dylan. One of Daisy's boyfriends last summer had gifted her an Aerosmith record. Daisy played it for you once and that's how you first learned what rock music was. Some kind of bug bit you then. You itched to hear more, but between the uber cult of Daisy's parents and your own sheltered family back in indiana, who were perpetually trapped in the era of disco music, rock music was hard to come by. Rock music was foreign to you but felt familiar. You'd never felt a craving for sound before hearing it. So when Daisy devised to steal her dads car to go visit Tower Records in the city, you shoved all notion of "evils that lurk below" and the two of you ripped down to the sunset strip.

It wasn't that you weren't adventurous too. You could be if you wanted to. You were just too busy to be bothered with mischief like Daisy. While you believed yourself to be an open minded individual, it was clear Aunt Shenas repeated affirmations of danger sat in the back of your mind, welling up further and further to the forefront while the lights of the city glittered closer and closer into view.

"Wow wow wow Y/N...look at it all right? You seein this?" Daisy's eyes glazed over as the neon lights poured over the Pontiac. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Or her. Daisy had only made it down to the city a handful of times but never at night. Each building had its own neon get up signage. Loads of people strolled the night street. It was busy! Your heart pounded in your chest a little bit. Fear and excitement all in one. You couldn't take your eyes off the passing sceneries. You tried to take it all in. Burger joints you had seen a million commercials for bustled with crews of hot rods parked in the parking lots, engines proudly displayed. Beautiful women leaning into the windows of old rusty cars, hung out on the darker corners in big groups for some reason. Was everyone down here revolting against wearing clothes?

"Tower Records baby!" Daisy sang as she pulled into the parking lot. Huh. It wasn't really a tower like the name had suggested. Rather a dingy stand alone strip mall off the corner of the strip. The disappointing reality shocked you back to your more cautious senses. If anyone finds out we're here we're totally busted.

You stepped out of the car and a wall of hollywoods finest scents burned your nose. The air down here wasn't like the air in the hills. Air can't be so different like that can it? "God I hope they have the new Cyndi Lauper release." Daisy said, pushing into the store door with her back.

The door chirped out a small out of tune "ding!" To notify the staff of the new and completely out of element customers entering. Two scrawny flower fresh girls in inconspicuous uniform-like attire, looking plain and straight as an arrow. The saying "bull in a China shop" but as if curiously reversed "China in a bull shop". Daisy somewhat fit the bill better but you-you did not look hip enough to be in a record store, or the state of California. Even if it was a dingy strip mall. Which made you all the more nervous.

A few other customers sleuthed the aisles, clearly regulars. You tried to stay out of everyone's way while you tried to keep track of Daisy darting into the vinyl labyrinth. You scanned the sea of music. Tracing your fingers along the spines of sleeves. So much rock music! You glanced around to see Daisy already chatting up one of the grungy male employees. Your eyes caught a gorgeous vibrant yellow sleeve and you plucked it out. 'Are you experienced' by Jimi Hendrix.

You'd heard of him you think. Maybe on the news somewhere? He seems like a big rocker name.

You made your way over to the front corner of the store by the check out where they had open record players where customers could play records and listen to new samples. You held the album in your hands and stared at its dazzling colors. Almost spellbound until;

"Foxey Lady."

The sudden voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked around. Suddenly catching the cashier at the empty register. Did HE say that? To ME? You hesitated to question if he spoke to you. He seemed like the type to cause trouble. Was this a cat call? Is this what cat calling is? One time mother had been cat called in front of a sears and daddy found the man who did it and really gave him a reaming. She warned you about dirty and dangerous men in the streets who call women obscenities for fun. What jerk cat calls a young woman shopping at their own store?

"Excuse me…?" You questioned.

"The record." He pointed to your hands gripping the yellow vinyl.

"Foxey lady. It's the best song on that album." He connected. Your eyes glance back down at the track list and sure enough 'Foxey Lady' was spelled out. Your face suddenly blooms pink in embarrassment as you look back up to him. That's not what you were expecting from this guy.

He leaned his back against the wall behind the counter. It was impossible to tell if he was looking at you because his eyes were protected from a curtain of thick, pretty dark curls and sunglasses….indoors….at night. His arms crossed coolly. He had an aura of mischief about him. He was almost like a ghost. Dressed in all black leather. You'd never seen someone dressed in only black clothes before. Maybe he was a rocker type too.

"Oh..uh….I'll need to give it a listen then." You replied politely and cordially with a nervous smile, averting his face to hide your obvious embarrassment. You became slightly flustered. He didn't drop his attention towards you. You start to fiddle with the record, somehow losing your sense of coordination because you were being watched. Suddenly the record isn't lining up correctly. The lid almost clamps on your hand but something catches it and spares your fingers. You look up again and he's now in front of you, acting like some sort of hero. An intense mixture of tobacco, rubbing alcohol and an almost sweet musk surrounds you. You now see that he is in fact looking at you. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Stunned, embarrassed and confused at how he managed to sneak his way over to you so quickly. "Here, I'll play it for you." His lips curl up slightly into an almost sickeningly lovely smirk. He places his hand upon yours and kindly removes it out of the way. You step aside and allow him to continue, still stunned and nervous.

Not only had your heart already been on high alert from the firebird thievery, a guy was now in your direct personal space. A potentially dangerous guy. Well no- he wasn't cat calling you after all right? And he just helped you and? He is sort of nicer than you expected. He just seems so...cool?

All up in your personal space. It wasn't like you were a prude! You'd kissed a boy before! Even held hands too. Granted the kiss was on the cheek. But this guy just kind of....took over. His presence was so laid back and yet demanded the attention of the room. It was hard not to want to stare back at him. You wanted to better analyze this predator/prey situation here. If he's so dangerous, why is he being so kind? It took one glance at him up close and you were starting to call bullshit on Aunt Shena's precautions altogether. You'd been in the city for almost an hour and remained entirely unscathed.

Your hand still felt electric from his touch. His eyes only briefly detaching from you to put the record on.

A funky rock ensemble flowed out of the record. The same type of musical pleasure you had heard from the Aerosmith record, revisited your body. A rougher, harder groove than what's on the radio. It was melodic and fierce. The guy redirected himself to you once more. Watching you for your reaction to the song. You nervously nod your head to the beat, meeting his gaze. Once you connect sights, your stomach jumps in a swirl. Butterflies soar in circles inside you. This oddly intimate interaction but you couldn't seem to pull away. Almost spellbound yet again but for an entirely different feeling.

He began mouthing the lyrics, still staring back at you over a sea of tension thick air.

'You know you're a cute little heartbreaker'

Your face is rushing hot. It was almost like he was intentionally singing these words to you.

'And you know you're a sweet little love maker'

He smirked at this one. You turned now what you must have assumed was red with embarrassment. You break your gaze and look down at your shoes and then glance around the shop to locate Daisy. The shop was mainly now empty as the night had grown in. Daisy could still be found giggling away with another boy in the far end of the store. Your heart fluttered rapidly. You suddenly feel the air in front of you grow warmer. Looking back he had stepped closer to you and space between you had shrunk. He continues.

'I wanna take you home-

I won't do you no harm'

He held a smug look on his face as his lips mouthed these totally obscene lyrics to you. Like he knew it was not something you'd ever heard before. Your naïve shock seemed to entertain him.

'You got to be all mine, all mine'

Ooh Foxey Lady.'

"You dig it?" He asked still holding a smirk. "Definitely" You admit all too quickly. He give a slight breathy chuckle. Your sure answer when you had seemed so unsure about everything else til then was cute to him. A gal who was on board for rock n roll was nothing but perfection to him. But you didn't look the part, and that amused him. Your light floral scent drifted sweetly around him, he was unable to ignore you as soon as you had walked in and he had watched your every move. A nervous animal. Timid and clearly not someone he had seen in before. The girls that normally perused Tower Records were hot but they were rough around the edges. You- you were something sweet…something different altogether he thought. You were like a breath of fresh air to him. What's that saying...opposites attract?

"You like it so much you can have it." He said, his voice a lower octave.

"Oh well I was thinking of buying something el-" you started to politely object.

"No. " he laughs at your oblivion. "Just take it. It's yours." He pushes it into your hands. You're a little in shock once more just at the thought of stealing? Twice in one night? You really like the record and you would love to own it...but. You look around nervously.

"Here Foxey, All you." He firmly asserts it into your grasp, lets go and begins to walk back behind his counter.

"Y-you could get into trouble for this you know." You point out with concern for this kind stranger. He waves you off with his hand. "we're closing miss, you'll have to get." busying himself in false cashiering practices he had probably never paid attention to until now. Daisy meets you mid store. She hardly notices the record in your hands or the insane cashier who just let you steal from his store. "I've just met the cutest boy, Y/N! And he’s in his own band! I'll tell you on the way back. “ She giggled. “Let's get sodas maybe too if some where's open." Daisy ushered you to the door, blind in her own personal thrills to notice you looking back over your shoulder to meet the gaze of the cashier once more, who to your delight had removed his sunglasses, already staring back at you, watching you leave. He gave you another sly smile and you returned one of your own, forming some sort of mutual pact of this secret.

Why did he think you would keep this a secret? Why did he trust you like that? You were going to after all, but how did he know?

Doesn’t he care about getting in to trouble?

#slash x reader #slash smut #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash #gnr x reader #gnr smut #gnr #axl rose #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin

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whispering-ways · 1 year ago

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•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 1) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Shinsou wasn’t a big fan of dating apps. He wasn’t even a big fan of talking to the people around him nevertheless new people. It’s not that he didn’t like people, he liked his friends of course, it was just hard to maintain a conversation with people is all.

But seeing all the couples on campus did honestly make him feel a bit lonely, leading him to download Hinge. He honestly never took it seriously; it was fun to swipe through profiles but he never took the time to have any sort of deep conversation with anyone. That is until he saw your profile.

He’d seen you around UA a couple of times and thought you were pretty, but Hinge let him see you in a whole new light. Apparently, you really liked crocheting, which he found interesting because he always wanted to learn how to do it, but never quite found the time to actually learn. You were a huge movie buff which was yet another plus since he was too. You also seemed to be really smart; UA didn’t just choose any old student to be part of the Department of Support after all. Something about you just carried this bright aura that pulled him in. Soon enough he was liking your profile and sending you his best pickup line in hopes of talking to you more.

You’d just gotten home from a long day of tinkering with a new gadget you’d been working on recently when you saw that someone liked your Hinge profile. At first, you were going to ignore the notification; you were way too tired. But even after you took a shower, ate dinner, and took a melatonin gummy, it seemed like you’d never be able to fall asleep. So you opened up Hinge, thinking that if you were going to be up, you might as well look through some profiles.

That’s when you saw that Shinsou liked your profile. You didn’t know him too well, but you had seen him pop into the support department a couple of times. You definitely thought he was cute, but you’d never really gotten a chance to talk to him since he mostly just talked to Mei when he needed repairs. But his pick-up line?

“‘Is your name yarn? Because you’ve got me all tangled up in your stitches’?” you said with a laugh. It was for sure one of the cheesier pick-up lines you’d been told, but still pretty sweet. You thought about it for a second and then decided to reply. I mean it’s not like you were falling asleep anytime soon anyways.

Lol that’s really cheesy, but you’re in luck bc cheesy pick-up lines are my fav :)

After a few minutes, you thought you wouldn’t hear a reply back till tomorrow morning so you started scrolling through Instagram. But after looking through a couple of posts, you saw that Shinsou sent you a reply back.

Haha, well I’m glad you like it. How has your day been?

Its been a little tiring tbh, I’ve been working on this one gadget for who knows how long and I just can’t seem to get it to do what I want it to do lol. How’s yours been?

This time the reply was instantaneous.

Tiring as well. I’ve been doing nothing but training all day today. What sort of gadget are you making?

That surprised you; most people thought making gadgets was boring and didn’t want to know too much about it. But as you gave him more details about what you were building, he seemed genuinely interested. It was refreshing, to say the least. That question lead you both into talking about your careers and the passion he had to be a hero was evident. It was inspiring to see how much he cared about quirks that were looked down on in society. To you, it was certainly admirable and made you want to work harder in your own career.

Shinsou thought your dedication to the support department was amazing. It was good to talk to someone who was equally as ambitious as he was, but not actively trying to be competitive, which was a big issue between students in the hero industry. As the night carried on, the both of you kept texting about anything and everything.

There was just something so comforting and natural when talking to you. It was just simple. Before you two knew it, it was 4 am and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d felt yourself drifting off a couple of hours ago, but the conversation was just too good for you to end it then. You and Shinsou said goodnight and you hoped that this wasn’t the end of the both of you talking.

When you woke up the next morning after talking to him, you were greeted with a text from Shinsou which immediately put a smile on your face.

Good morning. I hope you have a nice and hopefully less tiring day :)

It was simple, but sweet and lead you both to continue talking throughout the rest of the day. It had been now about three days since your initial conversation and you both had been texting the entire time. Getting texts from Shinsou had now become one of the most delightful parts of the day. Whenever you saw a notification from him, you felt a wave of giddiness flood through you.

Shinsou, although he didn’t want to admit it, also found himself grinning at your daily texts. Every time he heard the chime of his notifications, he secretly hoped it was you texting him back. And while he knew he shouldn’t be so quick to answer, he couldn’t help texting you back instantaneously. You were one of the only people he enjoyed talking to after all.

It took a lot of courage out of him, but after an hour of hyping himself up and drafting out the text in his mind, Shinsou finally asked you out on a date.

Would you happen to be free this weekend? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I’d like to take you out on a date if that’s okay with you.

When you saw that text, you squealed and threw your phone on your bed in excitement. After a moment, you realized that you’d actually need to settle yourself and reply to him.

I’d love that! Are you free on Saturday around 11am?

Shinsou’s nerves instantly settled; he was absolutely elated reading your last text. He took a minute or two to think of some places he thought you’d enjoy and then sent his reply.

Yeah, that works for me :) there’s a cat cafe nearby UA, would you like to go there?

That sounds lovely! I love cats, so thats acc perfect!

Great! I’m a big cat fan myself. I guess its a date then ♡

Soon after you two had set up your date, you both said your goodnights. But you were far too excited to fall asleep any time soon. You were already laying in bed, planning your outfit, and thinking about how you wanted to do your makeup even though the date was two days away

. A couple of blocks away, Shinsou was thinking about the date too. The more he'd talked to you, the more he truly felt this connection with you. It just felt like kismet. All he was hoping for now is that you weren't any different in person.

You spent most of the night thinking of different scenarios of how you thought the date would go in hopes of calming you down enough to fall asleep. However, it did the exact opposite, the lovely thoughts keeping you awake. After a while though (and with the help of a melatonin gummy), you were able to fall asleep and you dreamt of your date the whole night.

#mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bhna fluff #bhna x reader #ao3 shinsou #shinsou fluff #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #mha shinsou #shinsou x you #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #mha hitoshi #mha shinso x reader #my hero academia #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha fluff #hitoshi shinsō #hitoshi x reader

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ginsengkittensecondary · 9 months ago

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I HAVE MOVED TO MY MAIN. PLEASE FOLLOW GINSENGKITTEN FOR UPDATES. STORY WILL CONTINUE THERE. <3

༺ Beautiful Dangerous༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

༺☆༻

Chapter One:

Tower Records

word count: approx.: 2900

☆ Authors Notes ☆

ty for reading. This is mostly a world building intro but I hope y’all like it :) - also I will be including photos and music that inspires or I felt matches each chapter, just for fun. This story takes place in some sort of fictional timeframe of 1984-85 ish when GNR had just started developing/finalizing their OG line up. I know not all the pics and timelines necessarily add up but this literally isn’t real so whatever!

Track list:

You really got me - The Kinks

Green Onions - Booker T. & the M.G.s

Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix

You'd heard of him you think. Maybe on the news somewhere? He seems like a big rocker name.

"Foxey Lady."

"Excuse me…?" You questioned.

"The record." He pointed to your hands gripping the yellow vinyl.

Your hand still felt electric from his touch. His eyes only briefly detaching from you to put the record on.

He began mouthing the lyrics, still staring back at you over a sea of tension thick air.

'You know you're a cute little heartbreaker'

Your face is rushing hot. It was almost like he was intentionally singing these words to you.

'And you know you're a sweet little love maker'

'I wanna take you home-

I won't do you no harm'

He held a smug look on his face as his lips mouthed these totally obscene lyrics to you. Like he knew it was not something you'd ever heard before. Your naïve shock seemed to entertain him.

'You got to be all mine, all mine'

Ooh Foxey Lady.'

"You like it so much you can have it." He said, his voice a lower octave.

"Oh well I was thinking of buying something el-" you started to politely object.

"Here Foxey, All you." He firmly asserts it into your grasp, lets go and begins to walk back behind his counter.

Why did he think you would keep this a secret? Why did he trust you like that? You were going to after all, but how did he know?

Doesn’t he care about getting in to trouble?

I HAVE MOVED TO MY MAIN. PLEASE FOLLOW GINSENGKITTEN FOR UPDATES. STORY WILL CONTINUE THERE. <3

#saul hudson #slash #slash gnr #gnr #saul hudson x reader #slash x reader #gnr smut #slash smut #gnr x reader

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butchybats · 8 months ago

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ask meme: how many crochet projects do you have going at the moment ‘:|

Okay so it’s only four rn everyone cheer and clap for me HGHGH ideally I would take pictures but I don’t wanna get up so I’m just gonna talk about them <3

1. Halloween sugar cookie sweater!! This is definitely my biggest project as of right now, it’s meant to look like those Pillsbury ghost, jack o lantern, and cat sugar cookies and it’s so CUTE!! It’s seriously such a me pattern, I love it. I have the front panel entirely done, I need to finish the border for the back panel, crochet the shoulders for it, sew the two panels together, and then crochet the sleeves and add ribbing. Honestly that’s probably less work than what I’ve already done like it really shouldn’t take super long to finish, I just have chronic can’t finish things disease. That being said I did spend a good chunk of money on both the pattern and the yarn and plus it’s so cute that I really gotta try to finish it.

2. Cardigan for my sister! I literally just said that I have chronic can’t finish things disease and if you want proof of that then this cardigan was supposed to be done for my sister’s birthday in the summer! And then it was supposed to be done by Christmas! It is halfway done! To be fair I hate the pattern I chose to do 😭 it’s a granny hexagon cardigan and it actually looks pretty cool but it takes FOREVER to work up (probably my fault for using a 3.75 mm hook but it matches the yarn my sister wanted) and it’s literally halfway done like if I really put my mind to it then I could finish it. That being said just thinking about it fills me with dread LMAO I’m thinking about doing either a raglan or patchwork cardigan instead because I would like to actually gift her the cardigan I’ve been promising for like 10 months now 🤡

3. Beetlejuice inspired vest: this project is sitting halfway done on my table right now TAUNTING ME. I was having such a fun time with it when I got the genius idea last night to try it on for size. It is way too big which means I have to frog almost the entire thing!! Trying to tell myself it’s a good thing because it’ll be quicker to work up if it’s smaller but it’s also disappointing because I have to undo my work!! Also to clarify when I say beetlejuice: it’s this bulky yarn that changes color from black to dark purple, lilac, chartreuse, and neon yellow-green. Such a fun combo that I had to have when I saw at Michaels

4. Forever ago I told @loelett that I would make them a bat. Said bat literally only needs feet, to be sewed together and stuffed, and shipped out. I struggled so much with the feet that it got put on the back burner 😭 but other than that it went well HGHG

This isn’t even counting the ideas I have that haven’t made it to the crocheting stage yet (I want to make an iwtv sweater so badly it makes me look stupid) but hopefully I can finish these up soonish so that I can start on new ideas!!

ALSO I FEEL THE NEED TO SAY THAT I LOVE CROCHETING AND CONSIDER MYSELF GOOD AT IT BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THIS POST SEEMS KINDA DOWN JGVHGGHG i would literally be unstoppable if I had the motivation to finish things is what this post amounts to. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#thanks for asking!#charles 🐈‍⬛#bat notes

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gaviicreates · 1 year ago

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Stash Spotlight: Juniper Moon Farm -Nimbus Paints

Happy Stitchin! I've been asked to share some of what's in my stash, so I'm starting a new section of the blog under the tag #yarn stash where I'll spend some dedicated time on what I have on hand or share some of my acquisitions with you.

Disclaimers: 1) I'll start off by sharing that I am NEW to my fiber arts journey. Some of what I plan to do here is learn. I don't pretend to be an expert, and if I get anything wrong, I invite you to let me know, just please do so kindly 2) Yarn stash size is dependent person to person - having a small one or large one does not make any one any less or more a crafter, and it's important for you to know what level "on-hand" is right for you. I find myself accepting that yarn collecting is a different hobby than crafting, and having yarns on hand to touch and feel and be inspired by brings me its own happiness. 3) Just like the yarn stash, what materials you choose to work with also doesn't make you any more or less a crafter than other materials. I use all sorts of yarn fibers and brands of hooks, needles, and extras, and I love them all.

Nimbus Paints - here at Juniper Moon Farm website

I have three of the same colorway of Nimbus Paints which I saw in person and immediately was curious how they'd look up in crochet. The store I bought these from had a scarf on display, and it was soo lovely, but I felt a bit more difficult than my current knit skill set. There are only 6 colorways available, and the one I chose is called Sagtikos Boardwalk. It reminded me of a foggy morning, and I've been really gravitating towards greys lately. That soft grey caught my eye even before I saw the added plus of the green tucked away inside.

If you haven't clicked that link to Juniper Moon's website, I recommend you do so. While this is my first time using a yarn from their brand, I've heard of their yarns before, most especially "Cumulus", and I can't recommend their website more for learning about what they have and where to access it in your area. Besides the patterns and color names, I love that they also have the shades worked up to clearly see the gradients as well as an easy to use shop finder.

Nimbus is a Bulky Weight 5, 96% Israeli Mako Cotton, 4% Nylon, with the recommended care instructions to hand wash cold and lay flat to dry. Suggested is a US 9-11 (5.5-8mm) knitting needle or US K10.5-M13 (6.5-9mm) crochet hook to meet gauge.

One 100g ball is 164 yards/150m.

This is chainette yarn construction, and it is oh, so soft. You can see my squish test here:

It's pleasing to work with, and among the softer cottons. That said, if you are someone who doesn't like the feel of cotton there's no mistaking this yarn as anything else and it may not be for you.

As may be obvious, I started to work up yet another virus shawl with the three balls of Nimbus Paints I have. I don't usually work with bulky yarn, so it's been a delight having the piece work up as quickly as it is.

On to ball #2.

#yarn stash #juniper moon farm yarn #nimbus paints #crochet #crocheting #yarnblr #yarn crafts #crochetblr #yarn

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two-reflections · 4 months ago

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WIP Wednesday ✨

Minis ✨

No progress. *sigh*

I'm going to stop beating around the bush. Yes, I had Covid last week which made painting fully impossible, but the main problem I've had recently is something else.

Basically, I'm pregnant and off my narcolepsy meds, which means I'm generally not awake enough to paint at the moment. If I'm awake, my first priority is taking care of the flat, then catching up on work, and then writing my summer exchange fic.

I originally wasn't going to mention the pregnancy on here for gender reasons, but it's true and it's a happy thing in my case. Plus, it's somewhat dominating my life, so. Yeah. Now I don't need to explain again if I have another paintless week. 🤷

Fic ✨

My main focus has been on my summer exchange fic, of course.

The next chapter of Of Steel and Flesh needs substantial rewriting that I haven't had time for yet.

The final chapter of Even in Death is done, I just need to iron out a few comments from my beta reader. No spoilers this week! Instead, have this from another project:

Ah, the things I could say about this one. It's been a long time in the making. And it'll be a long time before you see any more...

And I know, this isn't how Salamander branding usually goes. There's a reason. You'll see.

Misc ✨

Moment of silence for my crochet project, which has also fallen by the wayside thanks to narcolepsy and pregnancy.

I'm playing a ghost of a Victorian occultist at a 1920's-inspired larp this weekend. This game is usually tons of fun, but I'm a bit worried this time. Usually, my favourite thing at larp is creeping around the woods and fighting things. Being off my meds, though, I really have to pace myself this time. I can still fight, but in moderation. Hopefully I can find something else in the game to get excited about...

#Mini painting #warhammer 40k #wip wednesday

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whimsy-artistry-design · 7 months ago

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In other news, I am almost done with one little character of my stop-motion project. Yes, I was inspired by indiarosecrawford's frogs.

So my idea is to have a little badger and armadillo, and just wing it from there (well, I say 'little' but I've been trying to follow a crochet pattern I bought from Etsy and it came out like 3x the size of what I was expecting but whatever, it's still cute).

So far, the badger I've named Byron will be dark academic, and Royal the armadillo will be cottagecore. I have drawn out what I expect their outfits to be, but I think I'll tweak Byron's.

And yes, I did actually manage to find fabric that precisely matched what I was going for with Royal. I was shocked, too.

But so far Byron is coming out great! I'm working on the last piece- the head- and will show y'all once they're completed. I haven't started Royal yet, but I'm sure they'll be just as adorable.

I'm so excited to finish Byron up and start on Royal, but I need to wait for Royal's yarn to arrive and both of their fabric for clothes. Plus, I need to get the buttons for Byron's sweater and the ribbon for Royal's shirt. But ahhhh, my first stop motion project! I've been fascinated with the art basically since Kubo and the Two Strings, so hopefully it's fun.

I have tons of ideas for practice stop motion pieces before I tackle Byron and Royal, so stay tuned!

#chiming in #pre production

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newlife-whothis · 2 years ago

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I feel a little unwell. *unwell song playnig in the background*

My inspiration is gone, my energy as well. Last two days I cant seem to do anything and am just tired and stressed.

Because of my backpain I cant properly exercise the things I would like to and I’m constantly worried it’s something more terrifying than it is. Also I’ve been to some test and they found I have high Blood pressure. *under pressure tum tum tum tudu tum tum*

I’m also thinking about my passed grandpa and thats also a thing which makes me sad.

I need to change my attitude but I don’t know how.

I can smell the spring in the air and it smells like my first panic attack. And the fact I had a pause in taking my medication (I know again) is not helping as well. I’m taking it 3 days already but it takes time until it kicks in.

Creating stuff helps. Kind of. I learned to crochet and I’m knitting a scarf. Plus I’ve been doing some ceramics.

My mom was a whole week at the cottage, came back for a three days and yesterday went back. I think that made me feel lonely and add up to the stress.

I need to change my attitude completely.

Where is the new me project? I think that’s the only way that can kick me to my butt and get me going again.

So the march is slowly coming to it’s end. I have my exam done but not yet because I think I failed. I will do another one at the end of April. But I don’t need to study that much for it.

So for the social part - which I feel is the worst right now - I need to chat with more influencers and maybe make some friends among them. I will network. I have to sign up for the social breakfast. Both of the things help me in my work. And also I need to find some events in my community to find new friends who will mou intellectual boundaries. Maybe I’m extrovert after all. But nah. I’m just a strategist. I need contacts and I need new things to move me from my state.

The me project the body is still the main goal. But when I’m stressing around it’s hard to keep it. It just adds to the stress. But I feel like I was maybe more goal oriented - focused on something and felt better in general when I was focusing on the diet. I don’t know. I’ll do me best but I somehow feel unmotivated. Maybe if I’ll track results. Not sure. ,

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shallahi-and-snowflake · 11 months ago

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My analyses and ramblings are to be tagged with #radiant ramblings rotomblr.

This is also my work-in-progress inventory page.

I have:

• Stationery.

• A pink diamond the length of one of my own, relatively long forearms, from Brightness Rochelle of @princesscut-carbink.

• A Perfect Diamond gem about the size of my thumb from Quasar of @rogue-nebula, during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A blue feather, an orange feather, and a green feather, from @swordsofunova (2-6-24)

• A plush Shark whose name is Shivers. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A plush Sylveon named Tali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers. The name is inspired by Barry the Harmonium Bomb, partnered to Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A belt-affixed charge pack for Radianting. I have found that Electric Energy can be used in place of Stormlight. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A Reshiram Pokeshi Doll named Raana (Aon Aan, “Truth, Fact”) made by Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion for Deliberd Day 2023!

• A Reshiram plush whose name is Tanali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers, received from Kittsu of @kittsu-and-company on Deliberd Day 2023!

• A handmade Green Squawkabilly plush named Shauka-Daughter-Shallahi, named after Shauka-Daughter-Hasweth, renowned Shin Logicmaster. Received from @plushanon on January 9, 2024.

• A Crocheted Espurr named Klaus Jr. from Champion Kieran of @not-gonna-lose!

• A Zygarde Pokeshi Doll named Tazia, after Talenel, Patron of Stonewards, carved by Idoli of @ghostlycombee!

• A Great Ball stress ball from the Johto League gift shop, from Maria of @lumenflowered!

• A Pikachu/Jigglypuff hybrid plushie named Jesadon, after Jezerezeh, Herald of Kings, coloured with the hex code ffe1e9, received from Hex Plush anon!

• A Carbink plush named Vedata, after Vedeledev, Herald of Medicine, received for Random Acts of Kindness Day!

• A Luxray plush named Shallahidi that is six inches tall and modeled after my full Luxray form, from @plushanon! (2-18-24)

• A little plush copy of me named Sealahi, (Aon Sea, “Chastity, Faithfulness”) that is six inches tall and based off of my hybrid form, from @plushanon! (2-29-24)

• A little plush of a Sopping Wet Litten named Chashara, after Chanaranach, Herald of the Common Man, received from an anon.

• A plush of Mors, for some reason. It’s very durable, apparently. (It’s since been ripped to shreds.)

• A six-foot-tall Shinx plush named Battani, from Randomly Generated Anon!

• Various forms of currency that I slightly collect on my travels.

• A well sealed jar of dried Skittynip.

• Two small wooden statues, one a Midday Lycanroc, and the other a Snowy Castform, from @sinnohs-eve.

• A sphere-cut gemstone containing a Cryptic (she/her) of some form. She doesn’t have a name yet.

• An hourglass-like device that works like a Slider bubble, from Mystic Anon: “For an hour of contained time, open and flip the hourglass within. Anyone within 3 meters of the orb joins you in time beyond time. When the hourglass empties, it resumes from when you left off as though nothing happened. It takes a week to recharge, and the sands will glow gold once more when ready."

• A roll of duct tape nabbed from Pebbin the Nabber!

• A Pink Plort(?) from a very Far Range, courtesy of Slime Rancher Anon!

• Two weighted blankets (~15lbs each) from Ren Amamiya @chaos-cousins!

• A rather battered copy of Root, a board game, courtesy of @the-craftsman-and-mover.

• An Abomasite from Acer of @yveltalreal!

• A set of strong chewlery from Hybrid Dynamics!

• A Luxray-ear headband, that I wouldn’t be averse to giving away!

• A small plush of Sword!

• The Handstime robotic exoskeleton, built by Quasar @rogue-nebula, that I use in order to have hands of my own.

• A Shinx plushie that Mx. Plush (@plush-anon) gave to me!! Her name is Tshikri!!!

• A bunch of shiny gemstones I convinced Mister Loopy to give me!! (Arséne Lupin III)

• Ten of each Tera Shard, kept in a secure, shielded box.

• A Luxray plush, whom I need to name, made by an alternate Dai.

• A pressurised tank filled with Catness!

• Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. It is a a large shuriken (throwing star) that shrinks into a holding device when not in use. The device can be worn as a gauntlet, or integrated into pre-existing armor. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• TM W24 Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. The user throws a shuriken, dealing damage, which then returns to the user on the second turn, dealing damage to the target again. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• A reverse-voodoo plush of Em.

• A hand-mirror that shows your Shadow or Persona!

FORMERLY OF RESEARCH TEAM BRIDGERUNNERS:

• A plush of myself named Shalon, roughly six inches tall, made and delivered by @plushanon. -Radiant Luxray.

• An itemcrafting kit, with a cauldron, emera dust, glass orbs and lenses, various kinds of sticks, some cloths, and everything else necessary for making basic equipment!

• A set of research tools, including a Connection Lens.

• Two “MILF HUNTER” shirts, one made for Luxray form, the other for hybrid form.

• A plush of myself named Thikir, about the same height, and made and delivered by the same person. -Cryptic Unown O.

• Two Team Bridgerunners badges and scarves.

• The Team Bridgerunners rallying flag. NOTE: No longer in possession; now being used by Scholarly Luxio of Research Team Moonlight.

SECTION END.

A variety of Seeds from the Thunder Continent, including:

• Warp Seeds.

• Joy Seeds.

• Reviver Seeds, both tiny and normal.

• Energy Seeds.

• Life Seeds.

• Stun Seeds.

• Heal Seeds.

• Eyedrop Seeds.

• Totter Seeds.

• Blast Seeds.

• A single Empowerment Seed.

• A device meant to play Journeysong albums from the Thunder Continent.

A variety of Journeysong albums, including:

• Rescue Team DX by Blastfire.

• Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky by Floor 98.

• Stormy, Blazing, and Shining Adventure Squad by Thundershock Cipher.

• Gates to Infinity by Tenacious Trepi-dation.

• Super Mystery Dungeon by Voidsnared.

Books, including:

• Various in-depth textbooks on Realmatic Theory and Investitural Mechanics from Silverlight.

• The Words Of Founding, all eighty-plus volumes in compact formats, from Scadarial.

• The entire pentalogy of The Belgariad, by David Eddings, from Quasar of @rogue-nebula during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A set of books on Iuncturology and Mysteriology from the Thunder Continent.

• A set of books on Thunder Continent cultures.

• A set of care guides for planting and growing the specialised Seeds from the Thunder Continent.

• A Comprehensive Guide to Items, by Acacia the Meganium of Team Seedlings, from the world of the Thunder Continent.

A set of influential volumes from Roshar, including:

• The Way of Kings, by Nohadon.

• Words of Radiance, author unknown.

• Oathbringer: My Glory, My Shame, by Dalinar Kholin.

• Rhythm of War, by Navani Kholin and Raboniel.

• Hessi’s Mythica.

Clothing of various sorts, including:

• An Alethi military jacket of Kholin colours that I have made my own with embroidery and pins. It belonged to a member of the Cobalt Guard who I had looked up to. There is a fabric glyphward sewn into the sleeve. Instead of a prayer, it reads: Zeradoreh. Helah. Abara. Kalak. “Stormlight binds (our) family eternally.” A reminder.

• A takama, an Alethi garment that is effectively the same thing as a kilt.

• A havah, a fancy dress, for special occasions.

• A Scadrian mistcoat.

• Various types of casual clothing from this world. Most are from the Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, (12-7-2023).

• My glasses, gold-plated mixed-metal frames with flat lenses. I don’t necessarily need these anymore, but I like wearing them.

• A small amount of various sorts of jewellery, such as hair-combs, hair-pins, necklaces, brooches, bracelets, and rings. Garnet is a running theme in pieces with gemstones.

• Some minor articles of clothing like gloves and scarves, some for humans, some for Pokemon. Several of such items are from the Café et Couturière Violet.

• Various sorts of shoes, sandals, and boots. I particularly like wearing a pair of boots that I bartered off of a former scout-turned-bridgeman. I wonder if he’s still wearing the ones I gave him…

• Work uniforms issued by the Nimbasa City Rail Depot.

• Wayne’s Lucky Hat.

• A fancy hat from Hattie:

• A case of Seolish Soul Stamps of unknown properties.

Names I picked up:

• “Weaver of Light,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Illusionist Trainer,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Lost Lightweaver,” from Igor of the Velvet Pokemon Center.

• “Radiant Luxray,” from a certain Hoppip from the Thunder Continent.

• “Cryptic Unown O,” from a certain Piplup from the Thunder Continent.

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) I’m human, Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.) I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Champion” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I use she/her, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine. (SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.) I like lies. You know this. (SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?) Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I’m also partnered with three Pokemon:

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squackabilly (She/Her).

• Zeradin, a Blitzle (They/He).

• Zan, a Dwebble (He/Him).

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

#shallahiposting #radiant ramblings rotomblr

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professorpski · 2 years ago

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Piecework, Fall 2022

Piecework magazine offers both historical articles on needlework and instructions with patterns for some of items featured. I must say I always feel the ones with patterns are the best although I have not yet made any of them.

For the instructions, we have the tatted doilies are drawn from an 1889 called Weldon’s Practical Tatting and Katrina King suggests more modern uses like earrings for the smallest motifs and wedding veil for larger ones. The long cream kilt stockings, from ones worn by men who wore breeches instead of long pants, are adaptations from 18th Century Cape Breton Island examples. Barbara Kelly-Landry offers full instructions and she and Annamarie Hatcher recount the history of such stockings and how men’s calves used to be an object of interest for their shape. Yes, women ogled men’s calves. Maybe that it why it is my favorite pattern in this issue. ;-) The other pattern is for the colorwork sleeves you see here which were a separate part of traditional Macedonian clothing according to Ali Giles-Damjanovska in one of two articles on that tradition. Plus an early American sampler pattern is included.

Then, there are historical articles with information and inspiration but without patterns. So there is one on bobbin lace from Puerto Rico by Diana P. Martinez Rodriguez from which this christening gown image is taken. I thought it was crochet at first glance which may explain the popularity of crochet trim in the late 19th and early 20th century: its ability to mimic lace. There are more articles including one on patchwork quilts from India, on early European couching stitch embroidery, and a dress created by someone in a mental asylum, and no, I am not making that last one up.

You can find it at your local bookstore or newsstand or online here: https://pieceworkmagazine.com/subscription/

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spiritofcamelot · 2 years ago

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MI6 Cafe Creators Tag Game

We’d love for people to keep getting to know each other after this year’s 007 Fest, so we’re starting this tag game!

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 3 new people to complete this. Also tag the person who tagged you and @mi6-cafe so we can reblog your response.

Note that when we say ‘fanwork’ in the questions below, that could mean a fanfic, gif, fanart, headcanon, cosplay, crocheted work---any kind of fancreation counts!

What work of yours challenged you when you were creating it? Public Knowledge was challenging because I wanted it to exist as an audio-only format. And given that I usually love writing descriptions, this was very hard. I am proud of how it turned out though.

What is a fanwork you’ve seen which gave you a new headcanon about a character? The Hearing by LivetoDream333 (orphan_account) I even have this one bookmarked as having given me a new headcanon! In this story, Q had formerly been a double-oh and was (and still is) way better at charming people than Bond is.

Is there a fanwork that you really want to make, but you haven’t started yet? Oh so many. I do have this growing idea of a story in which Q is lying throughout and you slowly realise - alongside Bond - that you don’t know if you can trust him anymore. Sure, the lies were a part of the plan for the mission, but it sows that seed of doubt.

What fanwork of yours surprised you, and how? Navy Material surprised me both because I didn’t expect retired Navy man Q to be a firm headcanon of mine, but also because I didn’t expect it to resonate so much with some of the people who read it.

What themes/styles/subjects are common across many of your fanworks? Alternatively, what themes/styles/subjects are you most interested in creating? Lies, disguises, and complicated loyalties.

What other fandoms do you create for, if any? I create for BBC’s Merlin, sometimes I can be tempted into Miraculous Ladybug, and I know one day I’ll return home to Lord of the Rings. Plus sometimes an idea just seizes and away we go. I once wrote a fanfic of a play I was running tech for.

Is there an artist that you like to listen to while you create? Or one whose work always inspires you? Austin Wintory. Just. So. Good.

Share a fanwork that you’ve found yourself thinking about weeks after reading/seeing it. Espionage is a Family Affair by nagapdragon is a very good story with incredible worldbuilding. I have a weakness for wing!fic and it’s partly because of this. I think it’s also the first fic I read where Q has a twin.

Finally, share where you post your works! You can find me on AO3 as Linorien!

Tagging: @3nigm4art @foxsoulcourt and @proserpinesbear

#tag games

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teddybasmanov · 3 years ago

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Different lists and takes/headcaons

Redacted ASMR/Audio:

List of characters’ name meanings – all names have meanings and sometimes they make you cry and sometimes they make you scream (yes, I’m looking at you, James).

Redacted ASMR as my favourite musical theatre moments – exactly what it says, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. Has a link to a YouTube playlist and a Spotify playlist with all the named songs.

Lovely’s trauma – a little headcanon about what triggers Lovely and how they react.

Hamilton AU (kind of) - a little angsty au with songs.

Equinox - a little sappy headcanon and a lot of song lyrics.

TES IV: Oblivion AU - AU headcanons with pictures and unnecessary details. Arsenal is drawing it and it’s a dream come true.

Redacted ASMR characters fruit headcanons - their favourite or what I think would suit them. Last day of summer vibes.

Some Memes - a very cursed post. Good job, everyone.

Redacted Pinboard - huge and sections are titled with song lyrics (mostly). The choice of characters is not the most obvious. Contains some disturbing imagery in some sections so proceed with caution.

I can’t see in the dark - NSFW Invisiboi analysis (I wanted to flaunt my sex-ed knowledge). SFW version of why I’m down so bad for Regulus. I know him better than everyone else - and I’m yet again analysing Regulus, in the light of fan works.

Thoughts on D.A.M.N. threesomes - NSFW (without details) thoughts on dynamics.

You’re the only one not sleeping, silly - Winter Solstice with the D.A.M.N. polycule.

Is Starlight real? - angsty Avior/Starlight headcanon with a song on top.

Will he peel tangerines for you - a New Year headcanon because I can.

Secret Recipe - Milo/Sweetheart fluff one-shot for the 2021 Winter Gift Exchange.

Non-native English speaker listener headcanons - how will he react to your accent and mother tongue.

Redacted incorrect quotes but it’s Starkid - David surprisingly is not the guy who didn’t like musicals.

Crochet things I’d make for Redacted characters (if I was actually good at crocheting) - a list + a Gavin bonus.

What if Love is manipulating everyone? - strong AI at its worst.

Dice Lasko bought that remind him of the D.A.M.N. polycule - forbidden candy, don’t eat dice.

Tiny headcanon for Gavin/Freelancer pre-wedding party - with a song, of course.

Redacted ASMR incorrect quotes Star Trek edition - I’m just assigning Sock’s lines to Damien and Avior.

Let Me Entertain You - a burlesque AU ficlet in which the freelancer flusters David.

Redacted characters with a foreign listener - another set of self-indulgent headcanons.

Musical movies I’d watch with Redacted characters - Teddy can’t shut up about musicals.

Incredibly OOC HC for right after Huxley’s introduction video - straight from October 2020.

How he reacts to tech/computer problems headcanons - inspired by my struggles with regional blocking.

Redacted characters nails/nailart headcanons - “demons have naturally yassified nails” (c) Mari.

Redacted cold weapons headcanons for characters and listeners - can you tell I’m very interested in weaponry. Brachium bonus.

Redacted ASMR Evil Dead incorrect quotes - I love you, Ashley Williams.

Redacted Mob!AU domesticity - with anachronistic aesthetic pictures.

The freelancer manipulating Kody and ruinining his life as a treat.

Gavin dressing up his partners in every AU.

Gavin and the freelancer on a museum date.

Redacted ASMR couples who would do Vulcan Kisses.

Hollow_VA:

We’re Choosing, We’re Being Chosen - angsty (slightly whumpy) headcanon for Pharos’ first listener.

I know Those Eyes - angsty headcanon for Pharos’s listener but now we’re talking season two.

You bite the feeding hand And it will crush you where you stand - how I think the Hollow_VA spymaster story should have ended.

Why am I so unhappy, Pharos got a new listener in the second season.

Hollow_va playlists in proper order.

Jim ち ASMR:

Jim ち ASMR Spy ASMR sotryline fully retold as I see it (plus a few Felix headcanons and a tiny playlist).

Felix and Agent A back home after the iron curtain is up.

“No Felix“ AU with songs from “36 Questions“.

Huge Commissar Elrick headcanon, because I’m too lazy to write the full fic.

Agent A and John watching Tom Lehrer’s Lobachevsky bit.

Agent A, Felix and John singing Abba songs at a karaoke.

Nomads Tales and Audios:

Yes, my King - some thoughts on Nomads Tales & Audios' yandere villain storyline (I like it a lot).

Nomad’s Tales & Audios Villain Husband taking care of an ill spouse.

Other:

Thoughts on Xanthus’s bond with his listener - do look in the replies.

Bits and pieces for GWAG:

Grinningpup: Orc/Elven Prince, Warlord/Prince bit one and and bit two (actually for the third part of the series), Omega Orc/Alpha Human Knight.

FunSize4Audibles: Human prince/Elven prince.

ThickDickEnergy fic rec – incredible author, writes for “Hollow_VA”, “Siren’s Son ASMR” and many other fandoms, as well as original works. All the links in the post.

“About Coffee” by Max Frai - I translated a lovely little (and significant in my opinion) text.

Big Recommendation Lists:

List of ASMRtists I follow and/or watch at least semi-regularly – yes, it has more than 90 names. Yes, Redacted is the first one. With little descriptions and tags (for whom do they make audios).

Alien ASMR recommendations - exactly what it says, because I want to be more of those.

#redacted asmr #headcanons #writing #master list #master post

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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years ago

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The Loft (Chapter 2)

After a bad break-up, Hermione Granger moves into a messy and dysfunctional loft with four single men. What starts as a temporary home until she gets back on her feet becomes so much more, as she learns there's a lot of life - and love - that happens at rock-bottom.

Inspired by the TV Series ‘New Girl’

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Chapter 2

[Ron]

Shoveling cereal into his mouth, Ron stares across the room to where Hermione's sprawled out on the couch amidst a crocheted blanket and a mountain of tissues. Apart from her personal bubble of chaos, the loft itself is immaculate. Over the past week, Hermione dedicated all of her free time to either crying over romantic comedies, or stress cleaning, and as a result, the loft looks like an Ikea showroom, and Ron's Netflix recommendations are all fucked up.

"Didn't you watch that one yesterday?" he asks with a mouth full of food.

Hermione props herself up onto her elbows and raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I did. Why does it matter?"

"Dunno," he shrugs, before slurping the remaining milk from the cereal bowl. "Seems kinda pointless."

Ron sets the empty bowl into the sink and is about to leave the kitchen, but stops when Hermione clears her throat.

"What?"

"You're just going to leave your bowl there?"

"Yep. That's how things work here. When you need a dish, you take a dirty one from the sink and wash it."

"I've noticed," she says, "and I think it's disgusting."

"Well, you're new here, so you're the one that has to adapt. It's simple, really."

Ignoring her eye roll, he breezes past the couch and into his bedroom. She can deal with a few dirty dishes.

Unfortunately, the interaction reminds him that he has a pile of dirty laundry to clean. Groaning, he trudges over to the closet and braces himself for the mess when he opens the door.

To his shock, there is no mess. In fact, everything is clean, folded, and neatly stacked on his shelves. What should be a pleasant surprise instead makes his blood boil — only one person in this loft would even think about doing his laundry, and it's the same person who has absolutely no right to touch his underwear. His face heats up as he realizes what she's probably seen — Ron's underwear collection isn't exactly manly, and there are certain things Hermione doesn't need to know about him yet. Or ever, for that matter.

Ron storms back into the living room, clutching a wad of clean boxers. "Hermione!"

"What?"

"What the fuck?" He waves his underwear at her. What's the point of hiding them anymore when she's already rummaged through them all?

"You're welcome!" she hisses. "Your laundry was getting full. And stinky."

"I didn't say thank you," he says. "You can't just go through my clothes! Do your own laundry."

She mumbles something into her throw blanket just as Ron slams his bedroom door behind him.

Once in his room, Ron scrambles for his phone to send a text to the loft's group chat — the one that doesn't include Hermione yet.

Loft meeting in ten. My room. Don't tell H.

There's a knock at Ron's door ten minutes later, and Ron opens it to find Neville waiting patiently, bouncing on his heel. Hermione's still curled up on the sofa in a pile of blankets, and bears him no notice.

"Are you sure you don't want Hermione to come?" whispers Neville as he passes through the door.

"Positive," says Ron once the door shuts behind him.

Seamus pops in a few moments later. "Is this meeting about me? Did I do something?"

"Nope," says Ron.

Another knock at the door reveals Harry, closely followed by his sister.

"Hey!" says Harry.

"Hi… erm...Ginny?"

"Hey, brother," she greets him smiling, plopping down on his bed next to Neville.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just hanging out," she shrugs.

"Did Hermoine invite you? You weren't watching movies with her."

"No. Harry invited me."

Ron shoots a confused glance at Harry, who's pointedly looking away. "Harry has your number?"

Harry shrugs and glances down while Ginny brushes the subject aside.

"What's the point of this meeting?" asks Ginny.

Ron scowls at the group. Harry and Ginny hang out? Since when? "You don't have to be here since you don't even li—"

"What exactly are we discussing at this 'loft meeting'?" asks Seamus, cutting him off.

A few Dorito chips escape Seamus's mouth at his question. Ron resists pointing it out to him for fear of undermining his own complaint. "Okay, listen. Have you noticed how clean this place is?"

"Yeah, it's awesome," says Neville.

"Seriously," says Harry, nodding in agreement. "The fridge doesn't smell bad anymore."

"I agree. What's the problem with that?" asks Seamus, squinting toward his closed door, from which they can hear the muffled dialogue of Hermione's movie.

Groaning, Ron opens his closet door and gestures to the neatly folded rainbow of underwear. "That's the problem."

Seamus laughs. "Hermione did your laundry?"

"Yes," growls Ron. "Can you believe it?"

"What I can't believe is that you're upset about it. I wish she'd do mine!"

"Of course I'm upset. She went through my clothes!"

"Don't be!" laughs Seamus. "This is the closest you've gotten to a girl touching your boxers in what, months?"

"Shut up," groans Ron. "She didn't do any of yours?"

Ron glances back at his roommates; they are all shaking their heads no. "We don't let our laundry sit for days on end. Not like you," mutters Harry.

"You think she's just picking on me because I'm the loft slob?"

"Well…yeah," says Seamus, while Harry shrugs.

"Ron, it's not that big of a deal. She's upset, and cleaning is a good distraction for her," interjects Neville.

"Plus, she still doesn't have all her stuff back," says Ginny. "She doesn't have her own things to clean."

"Her stuff is at her ex's?" asks Ron. It would make sense — she has been wearing the same pair of sweatpants around the house since moving in.

Ginny nods.

"If she needs clothes, I could let her peruse my lost and found drawer," says Seamus. "I have a drawer for leftover clothes from women I— ."

"Yeah, we know. You talk about it all the time," interrupts Ron. "Also, jar."

Seamus chuckles.

"Maybe if she gets her stuff back, she won't touch mine."

"She already tried," says Ginny. "Why do you think she's been a mess for the last twenty-four hours?" She gestures toward the living room, drawing everyone's attention to the sound of drama brewing onscreen, as a heated argument between scorned lovers fills the silence.

"She went there?"

Ginny nods.

"And it didn't work?"

"All I know is she left empty-handed and crying. Cormac has a way of doing that to her."

"Can you… encourage her to go back?" asks Ron, ignoring the lump in his throat that forms at the thought of Hermione leaving that douchebag's apartment in tears. He shakes his head to dissolve the image. He can't let his pity for her get in the way of maintaining the natural order of the loft.

"She'll need more than encouragement," says Ginny.

"Then let's go with her," says Harry, eying Ginny, who smiles at his offer. "We can help!"

"No," says Ron. "I don't want to get involved."

At that moment, there's a loud crash in the living room. A few seconds of silence follow, indicating the interruption of Hermione's movie, and then she shrieks.

"Fuck," groans Ron.

They rush to the door and pour into the living room. Hermione's on her feet, clutching her blankets around her, staring at the TV. On the floor. Shattered.

"What the hell, Hermione!" shouts Ron. The tone of his own voice makes his own hair stand on end, and he'd hate to be on the receiving end. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I...I threw the remote at the TV, and it knocked it off the stand. I'm so sorry!"

"Why?"

"Because Bradley Cooper was about to cheat on his wife with Scarlett Johannsen, and it made me angry. I just reacted."

"It's a MOVIE, Hermione! It's not real!" screams Ron.

"It's real for me," she says back, her eyes watering with tears.

"You owe us another TV," says Ron. He glances at his roommates, hoping for backup, but they all just stand there motionless, gawking at the scene before them.

"I can replace it!" she says. "I swear, I have another TV. I'll go get it!"

"At your ex's?"

"Yes," she says, her voice breaking like she's about to cry again.

Ron addresses his roommates. "We're going now."

Hermione looks unsure. "I… I can't."

Ginny approaches her. "You can. You just need some courage."

"When it comes to Cormac, I don't have that."

Ginny pulls out a flask from her pocket. "Now you do. Drink this."

"What is it," asks Hermione, sniffing it and wincing. "I'm not a big drinker…"

"Liquid courage. Drink it, and let's go."

They take two cars to Cormac's apartment, assuring that they'll have enough room to haul back Hermione's belongings and that Ron doesn't have to drive with her. He doesn't think he'd be able to resist yelling at her again.

Ron, Neville and Seamus pull up behind Harry's pickup truck and watch as Hermione exits, takes a deep breath, and scuttles to the front door of a modest duplex. A few empty beer bottles are scattered around the two lawn chairs in the front yard, and there's a small garden that looks like it stopped being maintained about a week ago. Hermione knocks and waits. Ron catches his foot tapping impatiently, and his frustration grows at Cormac's slow response to her knock.

When Cormac finally opens the door, Ron lets out a big exhale. His ears burn with the realization that he was holding his breath. Seamus sends him a knowing smile.

The boys watch as Hermione starts to argue with the tall, sandy-haired man at the door. He'd be quite intimidating if he wasn't wearing a bright green hat featuring the logo from the Broadway musical Wicked. His impeccable taste in musicals only makes Ron hate him more.

"That's her ex?" asks Seamus. "The dude has muscles."

Ron ignores the wave of insecurity Seamus' comment ignites.

"His yard plants look awful," adds Neville. "He should take better care of his ferns."

Leave it to Neville to notice someone's plant maintenance, but Ron latches on to his criticism anyway. "Yeah, he really should water those."

They watch their argument until Cormac opens his arms in invitation.

"Don't do it, Hermione," says Neville.

Yeah. Don't do it, Hermione.

Hermione collapses into Cormac's open arms, and he engulfs her in a hug, running a comforting hand down her back. Ron feels sick at the sight and looks away — it must just be disappointment at the thought of Hermione not getting her television...nothing more.

"What the hell?" says Seamus. "He's like her kryptonite."

Cormac and Hermione sway on the spot and then freeze. Hermione appears to stiffen in his arms before pushing him away and pointing at the dying ferns. "You were supposed to water these!" she yells, loud enough that the boys can hear her.

"Well, I'm not really a plant guy!" says Cormac. "And neither is Romilda!"

At the sound of Cormac's new girlfriend's name, Hermione reaches for the potted fern on the porch and lifts it overhead.

"What are you— argh!" shrieks Cormac as Hermione dumps the pot on top of him, showering him with soil before slamming the pot onto the concrete where it shatters. "What the fuck, Hermione!"

"Oh shit!" says Seamus. "Don't mess with Granger."

"That was scary," says Ron before he can stop himself. "Brilliant, but scary."

The door to Harry's pickup opens, and Ginny exits, slamming it behind her and sauntering across the lawn. "I'm going to get your stuff, Hermione," she calls, before swiping past a stunned Cormac into the house.

Harry follows and motions toward Ron to help.

"Let's go," says Ron, opening his car door.

Ron makes sure to knock into Cormac's sturdy shoulder on his way through the door, and waits until he's out of sight to rub it. He really does have muscles, he thinks to himself. His insecurity bubbles back up at the thought.

Ron finds Hermione stumbling down the stairs carrying a pile of clothing. The alcohol Ginny gave her must be taking effect because she loses her balance and nearly trips, just barely catching herself on the bannister. Her clothes tumble from her arms and onto the stairs. On instinct, Ron drops to the floor to help her.

"Ron, no!"

It's too late. Ron is already on his hands and knees gathering her belongings into his arms. He blushes when he realizes he's holding a pile of her bras and underwear.`

"Erm, sorry," he says, handing the pile back to her. Her cheeks are rosy, spurring Ron's guilt for making her feel awkward. Not that he has any reason to feel guilty for simply touching her underwear — Hermione touched his, after all.

Ron clears his throat. "I'll just… help my sister with your other stuff," he says, passing her on his way up the stairs.

"Sounds good," she says awkwardly, and the two part ways.

Half an hour later, both cars are filled to the brim with all of Hermione's belongings, except for one: her television.

Cormac is guarding the monitor with his life, clutching it with his ham-like hands while Seamus tries to tug it free. The boys managed to move it out to the lawn, but now Cormac is putting up a fight.

"You can't take this!" he yells.

"Give it up, Cormac!" says Hermione, her arms folded.

"Yeah, dude, it's not even yours!" says Seamus.

Ron approaches the two to help Seamus try to pull it from Cormac's grip.

"Who the fuck are you, anyway," asks Cormac.

Ron opens his mouth, but Hermione beats him to it.

"These are my roommates, and I love them!" Her words slur together.

"You… what?" asks Cormac. His surprise causes his grip to loosen just enough for Ron and Seamus to slide it from him. "Are you drunk?"

"I love them so much!" she yells, which adequately answers Cormac's question.

"Maybe cut back on the 'love' talk, Hermione," says Ron, his stomach churning with discomfort.

Hermione ignores him and addresses Cormac. "I love them, and I hate you!"

Discomfort aside, Ron can't help but chuckle at her passion.

"She's a lightweight. Noted," adds Ginny, mostly to a grinning Harry.

"Now I'm taking my TV!"

"No!" says Cormac. "You never even use it!"

"I paid for it!"

"We can work out an arrangement," he pleads.

"Bro, she's taking the TV," says Ron, as he and Seamus haul it into his car.

"One more thing," says Hermione. "That's my hat!" She points at Cormac's Wicked cap.

"No, this is Romilda's," he says. "She loves musicals."

"No, it isn't! I love musicals!"

Ron watches with wide eyes as Hermione opens the door to his car and sticks her hand into a box. She pulls out half a dozen hats, all featuring a different Broadway musical.

Cormac crosses his arms, standing his ground. "Will you just get out of here now?"

He looks ridiculous trying to intimidate in his Wicked hat, and two can play that game. Ron reaches into the box for a second hat and plops it on his head. He's excited to see that he selected Les Miserables memorabilia. "Give her the hat back, and she'll leave," says Ron, crossing his arms to mimic Cormac.

Neville reaches for a Cats hat and sticks it on his head. "Yeah. Give it back."

Harry fishes out more hats — Rent for himself, Annie for Ginny, and Fiddler On The Roof for Seamus — and the three pull them over their heads, cross their arms, and stare Cormac down.

"No," says Cormac.

Ron exchanges a glance with his roommates, who nod in understanding. "One, two, three!"

Seamus, Ron, and Harry rush to tackle Cormac to the ground. He's caught off guard, and stumbles back before collapsing, and the boys are able to pin him down as he struggles. Neville swipes the hat from his head.

"Get in the car, quick!" says Ron, holding Cormac down for everyone to get a head start. Feeling a sense of pride at tackling the guy, Ron roughly pushes himself off and sprints to his car door, slamming it shut and turning over his engine before Cormac's even able to scramble to his feet.

"Wooo!" says Ron. "That was awesome!"

He expects a response from Neville or Seamus but is greeted with silence instead. Ron glances to the passenger seat to find that he's sharing the car with only one person: Hermione.

"Oh, Hermione," he stumbles, immediately feeling awkward at her presence. "Where's everyone else?"

"Harry's car had more room," she says.

"Gotcha."

They continue in awkward silence for a few moments before Hermione speaks up again. "Thank you for helping. You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, well… now that you have your things back, you don't have to touch mine anymore," says Ron, "especially not my underwear."

Hermione laughs. "Well, something good came from me touching your underwear."

"What's that?"

"Now I know you're also a Broadway fan."

Wincing, Ron recalls his collection of Broadway musical-themed boxers at the bottom of his drawer. He wasn't sure if she was planning on bringing it up, but it might just be the only common ground between them.

As it turns out, he's also wearing his Hamilton briefs, but Hermione doesn't need to know that. She'd probably think they clash with his Wicked cap.

"Don't tell the guys," he says cautiously, knowing he can no longer deny his guilty pleasure." Erm...maybe we could watch a musical sometime?"

"I'd love that!" she smiles.

Ron smiles back. Maybe she isn't so bad.

"Does this mean we're friends?" she asks.

Ron laughs. "No. We're still just roommates." It's going to take a lot more than a shared interest in musicals for them to be friends.

Hermione nods. "I'll keep trying for friends, but I can live with roommates for now."

"Let me clarify. Roommates who don't touch each others' underwear," he says. "Deal?"

"Roommates who don't touch each other's underwear. Deal," she confirms with a small smile before turning her focus back to the road.

The phrase doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, and he can't prevent the memory of Hermione's bra in his hands surfacing. He stares intently at the street, and hopes she doesn't notice the blush creeping back up his neck — he wouldn't want to give her the wrong idea.

From the corner of his eye, he can see her face flushing too. Ron's heart flutters before logic takes over. Maybe she's thinking the exact same thing as him — hoping he doesn't notice her blush, so as to prevent him from assuming she's attracted to him, or something.

If so, it's a good thing they're on the same page. Roommates who don't touch each other's underwear.

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Instructions: Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you and leave 11 more for the people you tag!

TAGGED BY: @moonwoken <3

TAGGING (you don’t have to if you don’t wanna!): @aspcrnamentum , @violencefcrged , @mythvoiced, @tricksterreformed , @jcmesbuckybcrnes , @tinymute , @wedust and anybody else who wants to do it!

QUESTIONS I AM ANSWERING

1. how are things going?

been better, been worse. right now leaning to worse and about ready for them to spring back the other way, ya feel?

2. if you were someone else’s muse, how would your mun describe you?

quiet, sad, in need of hugs but also a huge nerd and animal lover

3. if you could only recommend me three songs, movies or books to get to know you better, which would they be?

lord h.uron’s ghost on the shore, abc’s forever, and not a movie, but Ask a Mortician’s yt channel

4. what was it that first inspired you to write? what inspires you today?

needed an escape and figured i wanted to make my own, which led me to the rpc here. now, its the friends i get to write with here and their fantastic muses.

5. if you had to put together a team of 5 fictional characters plus yourself to save the world, who would you choose and why?

andy from the old guard bc she’s kickbutt and immortal, amos burton from the expanse bc scary murder teddy bear, sherlock from the bbc version bc as much as i’d wanna strangle him he smart as hell, nook from animal crossing so we have someone with us we wont feel bad about sacrificing if need be, and maybe klaus from umbrella academy bc.... first of all i love him and secondly. there is no secondly. thats it.

6. what is your favorite fictional trope? least favorite?

hurt / comfort, people learning how to cope with their past with the help of others. ....... kinda dark, but the whole ‘ redemption for abusers ‘ thing, like the ‘ forgiveness helps you heal ‘. i hate that. makes my blood boil every time.

7. what unpopular opinion do you have toward the rpc or tumblr?

i feel like callout culture’s really harmful and unnecessary. if you have an issue with someone, block and move on. no one’s forcing you to interact with them.

8. if you could spend one day with your main muse (or your muse of choice), what would that be like?

listen. if i spent a day with mahia, it would literally be comprised of me getting as much food into her as i can, stocking her up with supplies, showering her with love and comfort and support....

9. if you found yourself in one fictional universe of your choosing, which would it be and why?

sub.nautica. i know its terrifying, but honestly i love the ocean and the chance to explore an alien world just me, myself, and my cuddlefish?? yes pls.

10. a character you’ve always wanted to write?

idk. u know me, im not one to hold back when it comes to making muses...

11. what are five things that spark joy for you?

my fiance ( when he’s not being a butt ), my cats, crocheting, spoooooky ghost videos on yt, mashed potatoes and gravy.

MY QUESTIONS FOR YOU

1. if you have pets, what are their names and how are they doing? 2. what song best describes your muse? ( muse of your choice if a multi ) 3. what’s your favorite urban legend / ghost story? 4. if you could visit anywhere in the world for free, where would it be? 5. what setting is your muse most comfortable in, ie. city, forest, ect? 6. have you drank enough water today? 7. what’s something that always helps brighten your day? 8. favorite snack when watching movies? 9. what’s one headcanon about your muse ( or muse of choice if multi ) that you haven’t shared, yet? 10. can you play an instrument? is there an instrument you want to learn? 11. are you doing okay?

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