#i triiiiiiiied

[fobnsfwdoodles]

I will never be satisfied with any painting of him but here I wanted to paint him sweating off all his Halloween makeup

[weekend-whip]

-20 asks for Fic Writers-

hey-lo!! I was tagged by @rainofthetwilight for a fun ask game!! Thank you!! ^-^)/

for tags, any fic writer that comes across this and feels compelled! You have my blessing! Go forth and rant about thy fics!!! Share your words with the world!! Give people new stuff to read!! Flaunt your beautiful achievements!!

. . .

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

19! And counting!

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

...791,937 and counting *lies down* (at least most of it is just one fic? Ahaha? ha?)

3. What fandom(s) do you write for?

right now, just ninjago! I wrote for some other fandoms back in the day (with...equally ambitious endeavors) and I initially made my Ao3 account for Definitely Not Ninjago...but, here we are :d

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Born to Be a 21st Century Ninja: 1116

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: 560

Way of the 21st Century Ninja: 546

Assorted Thoughts and Feelings: 201

Married to the Sea: 161 (which I'm sure will get beat-out by GNL here soon haha)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I TRY, REALLY, MOSTLY, AND USUALLY but sometimes I get too excited and things shift through the cracks (hence why I generally make it a habit to respond to stuff I missed before/around/after a big update! That way it's on my mind!)

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

i haven't written it yet I MEAN WHAT it's Married to the Sea. I'm not big on writing overly bad/sad/tragic endings yet

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Paper Plate Moon, the only fic without an existential crisis of some kind (just a slightly lovesick Kai with a smaller scope crisis) Orrr, A Little More Than Sixteen Candles, which is also about Kai! Except he cries. But it's a happy cry!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No

(...wait, there's 'kinds' of smut?!?! do i dare even ask)

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

Braaaaah I looooooooved crossovers when I was younger. My biggest story from my youth was a crossover. ...I won't be telling you what it is, though. It's part of my dark, mysterious past.

(I also don't count Legacyverse as a crossover, either. It's more of a...fusion! But. Y'know. The roots are there.....)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only once, and it was the aforementioned crazy crossover fic from above. They were dealt with very swiftly tho :3

12. What's the longest time you've spent working on a fic? And what's the shortest?

Longest that I've finished would be Born to Be; that took me technically almost two full years to write x-x

Shortest would be all the Aftershock oneshots I manage to speedrun in a few scant hours on holidays lmao

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I've triiiiiiiied a couple times in the past; only one attempt was successful though.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? From all the fandoms?

Destiny's Bounty! Man, I adore that ship so much.

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

THE MERMAID AU or the Jesse Fanseason or all the little prompt things from June '22 that still haunt me to this day or some of legacy!sidestories I should've done ages ago or-

16. What are your writing strengths?

*grabs some stuff from comments* I have strength in character development and providing emotional depth for scenes! *I* also think I write some kickass fight scenes, thank you.

17. What are your writing weaknessess?

BASIC GRAMMAR LMAO and probably using too many commas and ellipses but I am trying to ween myself off of it and incorporate shorter sentences. I always forget to vary up sentence length until the end waaaah

(I also miss typos a lot but I am of the camp that believes it keeps one humble~ *should probably just get a beta reader but hnnng*)

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

Intimidating

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...something video game related

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Born to Be just because of how darn big of an achievement it is! and I reread it a lot <3 <3 <3 <3

[jrspore]

Triiiiiiii!!!!!! Thank you so much i really love it

Thistle needs to find some other way to entertain her lil buddies :P

Happy birthday @jrspore!!! Thistle is a good bap, she watches the forest.

[dearleader]

    @willofcausality 💜

    Polished fingers flicked through a sketchpad, filled with incredibly childish drawings. Then stopped at a sketch of two squares, one overlapping the other. One was half red and half white, with a smile on the red side and a tear on the white side. Kokichi examined the drawing, considering it deeply.

    He sat opposite the Ultimate Yakuza, the student he had decided to bother for awhile. It was a fairly easy task to fulfill.  

    “Hey. Do you like being in the Yakuza??” He didn’t look up from the drawing, but it sounded like he was genuinely interested.

[gayspaceshit]

[trickbluesimblr]

O hey so I only have one posts left in my queue cause I didn't have time to make any posts over the weekend and I suck sorry orz So Child Bea to be revealed like Thursday probably when I get off work early ;u;"""" at least I had a solid queue for a week.………….

[goldenhourglitch]

Daybreak responded by opening his until now closed mouth and snapped it shut, grin widening, "They triiiiiiiied that, Little Red, weren't you you you listeniiiiiiing before~ They aren't locking me me me away again, I made suuuuuuure of that that thaaaaaaaaaat."

Giggling darkly at the look on Finn's face, he slowly lowered them and replaced the icepack again, "You you you are to behave, do we haaaaaave and understanding?"

“I think that someone has something on their mind, hmmm?”

@goldenhourglitch

"There's always something on my mind, it's the downside to being a genius." Finn replied in a sharp tone. Then they lifted their head. ".....Who said that?"

[captmickey]

Whumptober Day 12 - Broken Down

There was one solid truth between the trio: they were a team. 

Without having to speak much on it, through the highs and the lows, the trio of adventurers stuck together no matter the obstacle... that’s just how things were. If one of them were in good spirits, they made sure to pass that energy along. If one of them just needed a day to sit and breathe, well, that was fine too. Some days they were pushing and jabbing at one another in good spirits and some days they would travel the path in silence with maybe the occasional banter here and there.

So of course there were some days where it was too much.

The obstacle ahead might have been daunting, or perhaps a wave of nostalgia or homesickness washed over them to the point where all they could do was sit in their thoughts. Sometimes... there were sleepless nights brought upon their worst inner thoughts. Those were the worst.

For as much joy and excitement the trio felt on their journey together, sometimes they would feel that it was all just... too much for them. The weight of the adventure sometimes simply felt unbearable to handle, suffocating even.

Sometimes they just needed to sit down and wait out the wave. But through thick or thin, they were a team. And they would ride out the wave together.

[agaywadarchive]

Title: My Fault Who: Claudia Daviau, Susana Daviau, Alex Reeves, Mentions of Jackson Kent Rating: R (I guess) For: for me cause I wanted to write angst. But @toptotoe / @ravenpuff-writes since it takes place in our verse Notes: mental illness, mentions of past domestic, medical, and emotional abuse. ALSO IT’S LONG. 

DAY 1

The picture they use on the news of her and Jack unsettles her. She is with him, his arm wrapped around her, sitting down on a park bench, smiling at whoever is taking the photo. They look happy and in love. Like soulmates even, but Claudia has more vile memories of when that photo was taken, and the shitty things that happened after.

 Seeing that photo makes the words “slut” “whore” “bitch” and “worthless” pop into her mind over and over again, causing her to stagger and lose her balance and grab hold of the couch. A few other words pop into her head, but she tries to push them out because she knows, that once they appear, they’ll keep showing up until she’s crying and in bed.

“YOUR FAULT”

While those words flicker in Claudia’s thoughts, the reporter covering the story states that from both friends and family that she and Jack were a loving couple who were inseparable during their adolescence and that they had no problems. The only person who argues against that is her father, who is very adamant that Jack wasn’t a good guy. The news wants everyone to believe that Jack is a good man though, and even with the press conference Alex made, everyone wants to believe that. It disgusts her. Makes her sick to her stomach. Makes those pesky words repeat in her mind.

“YOUR FAULT”

Claudia was completely fine with the press siding with Jack at first. She thought that eventually that everyone would side with her. That they’d get the story right because of her actions. She felt powerful knowing that she made plans to take initiative and take Jack to court and put a restraining order on him. Then her other plan to give women who have experienced domestic violence a voice also sounded like a good move as well. The thing was, the more she watched the news, and the more they showed her face - as a sick child with her mother, as reckless adolescent with her devoted boyfriend, and her as the adoring wife to a politician - the more awful she began to feel.

The photos being shown - the ones that were photos of her past, not the ones where she was smiling in the present with her husband - were reminders of moments she’d erased from her memory. They were photos from times where she felt weak and defenseless, and in turn, she began to feel weak and defenseless as she looked at them. That feeling of weakness and defenselessness began to feel like a heavy sadness and a need for air.

Moving away from the back of the couch, Claudia stands up to walk to her front door. Her goal is to check the mail and to get some air on the way there. However, the moment she tries to walk, she begins to stagger, her balance uneven as she takes a step forward. She stops for a moment to gather that balance back, but then those shitty words popped into her mind again.

“YOUR FAULT”

She sighs. She wants to go outside though, so she begins to walk again. This time, reaching the door, and achieving her goal of going outside. She thinks that everything is good again and that the onsetting panic attack won’’t happen, so she continues to walk until she reaches the mailbox. She stands there for a minute, not even opening the box, and stares at the rows of houses in front of her. Their neatly organized lawns and decorated front doors a comfort to her since they are familiar to her.

“YOUR FAULT”

She frowns at the intrusive thought, and then she loses her focus, and once again, her balance. Her body sways to the left, and in order to stop herself from hurting herself or the baby inside her, she puts her hands out and uses to them land her fall. For a moment, she contemplates getting up. She thinks of going inside and reading or watching a movie. But instead, she just sits on the curb of the driveway and cries.

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Day 4

Getting out of bed is hard. She tells Alex that she doesn’t feel good and that she’s been nauseous. He believes her, but he gives a look that makes her assume he knows something is up.

“YOUR FAULT”

So she smiles and assures him that she’s fine. He gives her that same look though, but replies with, “Okay,” anyways.

__________

Day 6

She works on, or rather stares at the word document of, one of her self inspiration novels and tries to take her own words into consideration.

“You are stronger than you think. Everyone has a hidden strength within them that they’ve yet to show to the world. Find your strength and show everyone what you’re made of. It’s what I did, and I’m pretty sure everyone else can do it,  too. Try,“ she reads out loud, not quite remembering writing it, and not really enthusiastic while reading it. Her eyes scan an earlier paragraph, but she doesn't’t read it. Just stares at it until the words begin to blur on the screen. There aren’t any thoughts going through her head, but the blur is comforting in a way, so she concentrates on it.

Or rather, she concentrates on it until she hears her doorbell.

Standing up slowly while holding her stomach, she scurries over to the door to open it. She doesn’t look through the peephole to open it because she’s not exactly here nor there and just wants to hurry up and open the door. So when she opens the door, she’s a little irritated to see her nosy, obnoxious neighbor at her home with a box of cupcakes in her hands. Claudia stares through her instead of at her, and gives her a feigned smile. Usually, she would say something snide and shut the door, but today she’s just going through the motions, so it doesn’t really matter that her neighbor is here.

“Hey, Claudia. The girls and I heard about what happened and we wanted to give you these. Bianca said you liked vanilla with strawberry, so that’s exactly we made for you,” Ingris says, a polite smile on her face. Claudia doesn’t want her to enter her home, but Ingris does anyways, and sits on her sofa.

Claudia’s home is messier than usual. There is a layer of dust on her furniture and there are pieces of clothing and oreo wrappers on the ground. There also books flipped over on two side tables, her coffee table, and her kitchen table. Alex cleans up a little of it everyday, but due to how busy he’s been campaigning, he’s much too tired to do anything once he gets home. So there’s mess all around. And Ingris looks a bit surprised - and by the turn of her mouth, happy - about it.

“Thank you for the cupcakes,” Claudia says quietly, taking them from Ingris’s hands before sitting on the lazyboy recliner near the sofa Ingris was sitting on. The last thing she wants is to feed Ingris what she wants. She doesn’t want her to see that she’s feeling awful. She knows that Ingris feeds off other people’s misery and then goes off to share it in the form of gossip. In her head, Claudia can already hear Ingris’s high-pitched voice calling her a “poor dear” while telling her friends much her “life was beginning to crumble” due to the little mess in her house. Because of that Claudia thinks it’s wise to find a way to get Ingris to leave. “They look delicious. I’ve been really nauseated lately though, so I don’t know how long I’ll be available to talk.”

Ingris seems to blur a bit, but Claudia does catch her leaning forward. Her neighbor then places her hand on her round stomach, causing Claudia to flinch and see clear again. She doesn’t like to be touched, and she especially doesn’t like to be touched by people who have no good intentions and play head games. “It might be good if I stayed a little while, I think. You look like you could use the company.” Ingris pats moves hand from Claudia’s stomach and places it in her hand.

Claudia looks at her hand awkwardly, again, not liking to be touched. Hand holding specifically, with the wrong person, reminds her the times where her mother would use hand holding to control her actions. “I don’t like my moth- “ she would start before her mother squeezed her hand and made her steal back her own words and correct herself, “I love my mother and I appreciate everything she’s done for me. She’s so brave, and I’d be lost without her.” Her mother’s hand would then loosen its grip, and she tap her hand with her other and smile at her.

As she sat with Ingris’s hand in her own, the lavender in her name began to slowly change into a blood red, lipstick stains beginning to smudge all around it.

“MY FAULT”

She pulls her hand away from Ingris, and places it in her own lap, looks away from the vile woman. She wants to hold her hand, but she decides to wait it out.  “I don’t need the company. I just want some time to myself. I am a big girl and I have everything handled. The only reason I feel so sick is because I’m pregnant. So you can leave,” she tells Ingris, her voice a lot less soft than before and a little more stern.

“What if I don’t want to?” Ingris counters, her tilting as her arms cross over to her chest.

“Well, I’d like you to leave. It’s my home.” Claudia glares at Ingris. Ingris glares back at her. They stare at each other for a while, seeing who will budge first. And when Claudia doesn’t Ingris stands up and stomps out the door.

“YOUR FAULT”

Once Ingris is out the door, Claudia opens and closes her hand, staring at it. If she closes her eyes, she can picture her mother beside her, ready to grab onto it before a show. “You know this is your fault. You were supposed to say what I told you say. Don’t ever go off course.” Her mother voice echos in her head. “Your fault - remember that.”

She leans her head back against the edge of the couch, and then she sighs.

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Day 10

It’s been ten days and she’s already beginning to question why she’s let it last so long. She should have asked for help - called her sister, spoke to Alex - but she just lets herself drown in her depression. She knows that she could have called a therapist. Called one of her friends. But she doesn’t want to do that though. For some reason the one person she decides to call is the worst person she could ever call about her feelings.

“Mom?” The sound of a heavy sigh could be heard from Claudia’s end of the phone. She has no idea if the person on the phone is Susana or her personal assistant. So when no one speaks, she asks again, though this time more desperately. “Mom?”

There’s another sigh, but this time someone speaks. “Yes, it’s your mother - what do you want? I already said you could have your segment on the show. Do you want something else?”

There is silence as Claudia’s eyes begin to water and her throat begins to dry and burn. She hadn’t thought much into it, so she doesn’t know what to say. Her chest just feels tight and the idea of hanging up crosses her mind but she doesn’t do it. “N-no, I don’t want anything else,” she starts before heavy sighing, her body already beginning to shake, “Or I do want something, but you’re probably not going to give it to me.” The last sentence sounds bitter coming from her lips because they are. But her tone is nowhere near as bitter as it usually is when she speaks to her mother. She sounds like cracked glass, and she knows - she just knows - that without much of a push, she’s going to break.

“You sound upset,” Susana states, her voice calmer and less annoyed than earlier. “What do you want, my angel?”

The words ‘my angel’ make her feel nauseous and are just enough to make the tears fall down her eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but she knew it would happen. While her mother is known to say and do awful things, she has always had a disturbing drive to baby and comfort. Claudia knows that the way to hurt her mother most is to ignore her and come to her during times of trouble, but today she doesn’t care about hurting her mother. She cares more about herself. “I want you to tell me everything will be fine,” she says quietly into the phone, before ugly crying into her hands.

The phone is still on speaker, so the sound of her mother in thought can be heard. And when she speaks that could be heard as well. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”

Claudia says nothing, just continues to cry.

“But I can’t continue this conversation at the moment. I have a meeting with my agent soon.”Her mother’s voice is quick, right to the point.

“YOUR FAULT”

“Okay” Claudia sniff, “Bye.” She hangs up the phone and then leans over her bed and then puts her head down in her pillow to cry.

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Day 13

“YOUR FAULT”

Claudia picks at her chinese take-out and stares blankly at the three vases full of roses on the kitchen table and the little tiffany box with the necklace inside of it beside them. Usually, all of this would make her happy, but she feels worse today than she’s felt for the past two weeks. She’d like to continue to hold it in, to make everything seem alright, but she can’t, so she begins crying at the kitchen table.

Alex looks a bit confused by her crying, but there’s no surprise in her eyes, nor annoyance. He reaches his hand out and awkwardly puts it on her shoulder. It’s something he’s done in the past that usually works, but makes her a bit nervous now, because now it’s so damn apparent he knows she is feeling bad. He doesn’t ask her what’s wrong though, or doesn’t pry. Just rubs his thumb against her back.

“Is this all my fault?!” she asks frantically with her hands out. “I keep thinking about how the news was putting the blame on me and it makes me think it’s all my fault. That nothing would’ve happened if it weren’t for me - if I would’ve just done something.” She’s still crying, and she wants to stop, but she can’t. “I know it didn’t mess up poll numbers, but I just - I just don’t like when my name is ran through the mud. I don’t like when things are blamed on me. I did nothing wrong.”

Alex quiet and he stops moving her hand. “I think you answered your own question.” His answer is simple and makes her sobbing quieter.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

He shrugs casually. “I’m not great at this, but you just said that you did nothing wrong, and I’m just agreeing with you.” He doesn’t make eye contact with her when he speaks, but she looks at him. She is no longer a sobbing mess, but is still crying, only this time not as much.

“But it feels like it.”

“It’s not.”

She sighs, rolls her eyes, and then begins to sob into her hands.  

It’s apparently not her fault, but it’s so hard to get that through her head.

[cant-think-of-anything]

TRI-

TRIIIIIIII

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

WE COULD BE HERE ALL DAY IF I WERE TO LIST EVERY SINGLE REASON I ADORE YOU. I LITERALLY CONSIDER YOU ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS AND IM JUST SO HAPPY I GET TO HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE. BECAUSE SERIOUSLY, I GO BETWEEN THANKING LIFE FOR LETTING US MEET AND CURSING IT CAUSE YOURE TOO FAR AWAY. DO IT AT LEAST TWICE A WEEK.

TODAY APPRECIATE YOURSELF, YOU DESERVE TO BE APPRECIATED IT

ILY

HAPPY BDAY <3

ZIA

I JUST

ILSYM I DON'T THINK I CAN ACTUALLY EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS, I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN PROPERLY THANK YOU MY BRAIN IS A USELESS MUSH OF CAT REACTION PICTURES I'M SO SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE LITERALLY THE BEST AND ILY AND ISTG ONE DAY I WILL LITERALLY REARRANGE THE WAY THE EARTH IS SHAPED SO THAT WE LIVE CLOSER THANK YOU SO MUCH <333

[kxhnum]

💕 can we get some romance after their last encounter?

Send 💕 and I’ll write cuddle headcanons for our Muses.

Onaga isn’t exactly fond of feeling Jax’s metal arms around her (it’s cold and strange to her almost feels like suffocation in a way) so she sleeps on top of him instead. Yes, on top of him. It’s a weird kind of intimacy that both of them have to learn to get used to and they do. Eventually the Empress learns to succumb to the strange position and grows accustomed to the sound of the major’s heartbeat lulling her to sleep. And Onaga’s weight on top of him slowly becomes the norm for Jackson.

Jax, being the lover boy that he is, always has to serenade his woman to sleep. And it always works. They’ll be lying together in bed after a nice round of lovemaking and he’ll just start to hum a lovely little love song softly into her ear. He’ll watch as she drifts into sleep, wondering how a woman so lovely can be so powerful and dangerous. And how he was lucky enough to love her and be loved by her.

Onaga is a little obsessed with Jackson’s scars and his chest. For reasons the major finds strange, the Empress will often kiss his battle wounds and ghost her fingers over them. He discovers that what she loves to do is toy with his chest. Poke and prod to find his weak points and tease him whenever the opportunity presents itself. 

[the-swiftie-scientist]

HEY, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU 💜

TrIIIIIIII MY ANGEL you are a true sunshine and I hope u always remember how much u mean to me. Hugs hugs hugssss

[chitsuu]

#Huevember 4

Yellow Ochre & Kerria Japonica

I triiiiiiiied and failed

Oh well

At least a little bit of what I experimented turned ok so I shall pursue that further

[theyforget]

@evercharmed      /      voicemail for tris!      /     prompt.

‘ triiiiiiiis ..... ‘ they say the vampire’s name , dragging it out before pausing for a moment , as if they had forgotten what they were going to say. then , letting out a loud gasp as if it hit them all of a sudden , what their initial thought was. ‘ i miss you and i think — ‘ there’s another pause , childish giggles leaving their lips as they continued on. ‘ i think i’m drunk , trissy. ‘ they whine softly , almost as if annoyed by their situation. ‘ i miss your voice ..... and how you smell , you always smell like fresh laundry or .... what’s that fruit? the orange one ..... oranges!! oranges .... are tangy , you know? ‘ there’s another giggle , yawn leaving them for a moment in between a giggle or two. ‘ i think i like - like you ..... because i wanna kiss you and make you happy and be with you forever ...... and i don’t think most friends are like that ..... ‘ there’s , once again , another pause. losing their train of thought again , they start going ‘ aaaaaaah ‘ ever so softly , then after a moment they end the voicemail with , ‘ i love you , bye - bye. ‘ 

[ghosty-goos-asks]

Fkshdsk Retaliate, Terry! I know you can!

i've triiiiiiiied i caaaaaant fluster her!!! - 🍫🔮

[mellorian-art]

Ko-Fi Sketch for @secretsofthemasquerade : Her OC Lyle Kersten

I tried to make him not handsome, I triiiiiiiied..............T_T

Ko-Fi Sketches