#idk why her horns are light i set them to black but idk i think they're kinda cute

[voerman]

steam is giving me a cloud sync error so instead i'm gonna inflict Her on you guys

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ok putting my saiki k pony ideas here, mostly so i can maybe draw them someday, but also i put so much thought into these ideas and i want everyone to see them

tried to do EVERY character

kusuo- alicorn, no cutie mark

hides his wings under clothes and pretends he doesnt have them, would rather hide his horn but cant and just pretends he doesnt have much magic instead

why does he not have a cutie mark, you may ask?? because he hasnt accepted his quirks+powers as a part of himself.. his special talent is probably helping people but he thinks he only does that because the magic he has makes him basically obligated (its not true ur just a good person!!)

nobody really calls him out on constantly wearing clothes with so much coverage because they think hes just insecure about being a blank flank so late in life (kinda true, but it defeats the point if everyone KNOWS..)

will he ever get his cutie mark?? um.. i dont know.. maybe ?? definitely not in his high school years

chiyo- unicorn, baking cutie mark but idk what specifically, maybe a heart shaped chocolate like the one she made for kaido

specialty magic for tracking, she was a late bloomer with her cutie mark because she discovered her tracking talent really young and thought that had to do with her special talent for a longgg time

shun- pegasus, black feathers cutie mark

underdeveloped wings (like scootaloo obvi)

convinced hes just a late bloomer but hes almost an adult and still cant fly (never will but he doesnt know that)

gets these cool wing extensions that allow him to glide but still not fly

tells people his cutie mark is his "jet black wings" but its actually writing quills

riki- earth pony, heart shaped ramen bowl cutie mark ?? idfk what his special talent is i just think he has a lotta love in him..

HUGE stallion.. HUGE..

aren- a kirin..

has a huge scar where a cutie mark would be on a pony in the shape of an exclamation point

used to let his anger free when he was a delinquent and when he transferred, he was pretty self deprecating about his control of himself but he actually has a crazy amount of self control..

chisato- pegasus, hammer cutie mark maybe ?

almost made her an earth pony cuz of the brute strength thing but i like this better

got her cutie mark REALLY late because she was absolutely convinced her special talent had to do with food, and when she got it while doing a job she was like "WORKING IS MY SPECIAL TALENT??" but it wasnt about the job, shes just really strong, hardworking, and adaptable

kokomi- zebra, golden heart cutie mark

couldnt decide if she was a crystal pony or a zebra, decided on zebra

her mark LITERALLY seems to glow golden light, it doesnt actually but.. it really seems that way

ik her being a zebra may not sound like it makes sense because zecora got a bunch of NEGATIVE attention, but HEAR me out okok.. this pony au would be in a modern setting with more diversity and people would focus less on her being a zebra and more on her being beautiful and having such a unique pattern..

zecora is the only zebra we see in mlp so theres no reason to think other zebras couldnt have blue hair, esp in the era of saikis mind control (idk how that would tie into this universe cuz ponies already have crazy colors but shhh) so her hair is prob blue with dark and light stripey highlights

mikoto- griffon

ik she might make more sense as a unicorn but her fortune telling strikes me as more of an.. outside magic ?? like.. she was born with the ability, but its not a physical magical power, its like pinkies pinkie sense!!

so yea i like her as a griffon, its unique and i like the idea of her feathers having a unique pattern around her eyes thats akin to gyaru makeup (see: gilda but make it gyaru esque)

and yes she can still be colorful, we see colorful griffons in the late seasons of mlp

metori- a crystal pony, diamond ring cutie mark

tells people thats his cutie mark because its expensive and hes rich as hell but his special talent is actually MAKING jewelry..

i like the idea of him lying about his special talent so i had to think of something that he could say its cuz hes rich.. i kinda wanted his talent to be baking for some reason but i couldnt think of how that would work

reita- earth pony, cutie mark is like a cartoon-like ghost surrounded by a scary purple and black aura

was gonna make his mark something more meaningful but i think its funny if people see it and are immediately scared of him but literally all it means is like he SPEAKS to ghosts, like in the most normal way possible

and same thing as miko, he doesnt need to be a unicorn cuz his powers are different from unicorn magic..

touma- unicorn, magnifying glass over a thought bubble cutie mark

the mark is hard to explain but tell me u get me when i say its because hes got stupidly good detective skills and can tell what people are thinking

jokes around and manages to convince people he has crazy magic and his cutie mark actually means he can read minds but he actually isnt very good at unicorn magic at all

kineshi- is a changeling..

why ?? because he just is!! doesnt it make sense for him to be a creature that feeds off of making other people feel happiness and love ? it totally makes sense

honorable mentions 😛

saikis parents are both earth ponies, and i have no idea what their cutie marks would be but heres some silly ideas: kurumi has a cradle cutie mark (meant to be a mama😋) and kuniharu has a boot and he tells people that it's symbolism for like hard work but people know hes lying and think it means hes a boot licker METAPHORICALLY, which is almost right but.. it means literally

kusuke is an earth pony and his telepathy canceler is probably shaped like a unicorn horn in this universe hehe, and his cutie mark is maybe like a microscope or something ? hes just a mad scientist idk

btw chono in this au would def be like trixie lulamoon if u know what im saying.. he would be a unicorn but his special talent is STAGE magic and his horn doesnt do anything☠️

satou prob has that little hourglass cutie mark thats really common in background characters for animation purposes, idk what his special talent is but that would be really funny

[abiteofhoney]

@threedaysgross this is a rough draft, my dear, but you had said that tzipora’s magical explosion was something you wanted to read :) (i’m thinking about making it more gory but idk yet). i re-emphasize: rough draft.

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Kieran stands at the door, trying to listen past the sound of his own rapid heartbeat. In the background, he hears the chatter of many men. They’re aware by now that Tzipora has escaped her cell, and it sounds like they’re waiting for them. Waiting to attack.

Kieran takes a step back, placing an arm in front of Tzipora.

She laughs. Loudly. The noise on the other side of the door quiets. “You’re scared!” she taunts. “You’re actually scared of those little rats. They cannot hurt you, Kieran. Let me show you.”

Tzipora pushes his arm out of her way and steps forward. She reaches out for the door and swings it wide open before Kieran has the chance to stop her. Screams and yells ring out from the men inside, and in an instant, an arrow pierces her abdomen.

Kieran lets out a pained yelp, unable to bear the thought of Tzipora getting hurt, but she turns over her shoulder to look at him, a wide smile on her face. “Oh, pet,” she purrs. “I do love when you worry.” Another arrow pierces her. And then another. She doesn’t even flinch, but she winks at him and says, “Don’t look away.”

He starts to ask why, but as he draws in a breath, she turns back forward. Arrows continue to fly.

Tzipora explodes into a blinding ball of light, sparks of electric blues and fiery reds flying in all directions. Kieran gets smacked with a burst of cool air, stumbling back a step, and even though it whips him in the face, he doesn’t even blink. He’s not even sure that he could if he wanted to, but he doesn’t want to miss the scene in front of him.

The light dims just enough that he can see the fuzzy outline of Tzipora, her small and frail form. She holds her arms out to her side, head thrown back as magic surges around her. Her waist length hair swirls in the air, her loose dress getting caught up in the wild wind. Another wave of light pulses from her, accompanied by her soft laugh.

Kieran watches in awe and slight horror as she explodes in a magical burst. A rainbow of colors flash from her, and what sounds like a load full of feathers being dumped from the heavens. He even feels a few of them caress his skin as they flutter around him.

What’s left standing where Tzipora just stood is a being almost twice Kieran’s height. Large, blue-black wings stretch out to either side of her. Two gleaming horns sprout from her forehead, pointing up and slightly back with a deadly twist. A second pair of arms fits right below the original pair, all four arms spread as wide as her wings with her palms facing upwards. She spins around, catching Kieran’s gaze, and she gives him a familiar toothy grin, showing off a fresh set of sharpened teeth. A forked tongue snakes out from between her lips as she giggles happily.

Kieran basks in the godly beauty radiating from her.

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[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Without A Scratch: Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S.: Hello, heres another fic. I know Im very inconsistent with writing but Im working on it! Thanks to everyone who likes my posts I really appreciate it!! Hope you like this one!

Warnings: Car crash!!, police officers, medical staff, panic attacks... idk what else, let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1,834

* I know it says Avengers x Reader, but it only features Tony, Nat and Bucky.... :)

** Mx: gender neutral for Mrs., Miss, or Mr. jsut an fyi for anybody who doesnt know! 

MASTERLIST

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There was a distant ringing in my ears. The sound of honking horns and brakes screeching to a stop and sirens seemed muffled. The sun seemed brighter than it had been. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and the feeling in my fingers was gone.There was debris amongst the road, pedestrians standing along the road or with one foot out of their car looking over their opened doors.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” a grey-haired woman stopped my wandering, her hands placed on my shoulders. Others stood next to her, barely within my vision through my helmet.

“I think so.” I mumbled, turning around to the wreck that I had just barely escaped with my life. My motorcycle laid in pieces off to the side of the intersection. The car that had run through the red light was wrecked, the front slightly crumpled from impact.

Police cars surround the area, immediately blocking off the road and encouraging pedestrians and drivers to detour. Emergency medical staff jumped from the ambulances, two coming towards where I stood with the older woman, and two to the man who looked unconscious in the front seat.

“Mx, my name is Alex Khan and this is my partner Trey Alpin. Do you know your name?” His voice was urgent and demanding, but not aggressive.

“My name is Y/f/n Y/l/n.” My voice wavered and shock began to overwhelm my senses. My hands grasped at my helmet, struggling to pull it off.

“Hold on, let me help you. We don't want to add insult to injury.” his partner insisted his hands hooking under my helmet and carefully pulling it off of my head. 

“Alright Ms. Moon. Can you walk?” and despite it sounding like the dumbest question considering I was standing right in front of them, my knees gave out before giving them an answer. “We’ve got you.”

I turned to the older woman who still stood there with her hand covering her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you.”  she replied with a simple nod and a reassuring smile before the two paramedics helped me to the back of one of the ambulances at the scene.

“Is the driver alright?” I asked after they sat me on the end of the truck, a shock blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

“Lets focus on you first then we’ll get an update on him for you.” Alex smiled. 

Trey stood to the next to him jotting down notes, before setting it to the side as Alex moved to the other ambulance.

“Stare at my finger for me.” he said, holding his index finger in front of my face before shining a light into my eyes, checking for the pupil's reaction. “Good, no concussion.” He said with a reassuring smile.

He wrote it down amongst the other notes on the clipboard before turning back. “Do you mind taking off your gear so I can check for breaks or sprains?” I nodded quietly, shrugging off the shock blanket and tugging at the zipper of the leather jacket covering my top.

“Also do you have someone that you can call?” He asked, filling the silence as I winced pulling my arms from the sleeves.

“I do but my phone was in my bike’s hideaway compartment. So I highly doubt it's functional anymore.” I said, giving a small smile.

“No worries, you can borrow a phone from any of us after I check you over for injuries.”

 His hands were cold compared to my burning skin as he ran them down my arms, moving my wrists careful of the road rash across my knuckles that wore through my gloves. “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no as he repeated the same motions on my other arm receiving the same response.

His hands moved to the back of my neck squeezing along the sides of my spine, eliciting a slight wince from me. “Did that hurt?”

“Just a little.” 

“Sorry” he pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped to the side continuing down my back with one hand without any other trouble. “Just some slight whiplash, nothing major, just be cautious with activities.”

He moved back in front of me, his hands settling on my highest rib, slowly trailing down my sides before I grimaced at the gentle touch he was using. “Sorry” he muttered before continuing.

“So that might be a break or just a crack but you'll have to take a ride with us to get that x-rayed.”

“Uhm, can I actually make my call while you continue to check me over?” I asked quietly, my mind still a little muddled with the fact that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fractured rib being my worst injury.

“Of course.” He pulled his phone from his uniform pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the keypad. “Here you go. I'm just going to run over your legs and then wrap your hands.” I only nod in confirmation as I begin typing in the number.

After a few rings, the line clicked. “Tony Stark who is this and why are you calling me?”

“Tony…” My voice cracked trying to hold back the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.

“Y/n/n? What happened? Friday get a read on the call.” he called to the A.I. frantically.

“I got into a wreck.” I said my voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over “Im at 42nd and 11th.”

“On it.” And with that the call ended, and the panic set in.

“Thanks. Can I get oxygen or something? I- I cant breath.” I say handing Trey his phone back, my hands shaking and my breathing become erratic.

“Yea, of course one second.” He agreed hopping into the truck grabbing a tank and mask, setting up and bringing it back to me. I held the mask over my nose doing my best to take calming breaths as he brought the blanket back over my shoulders.

Commotion amongst the street caused me to open my eyes back up to see Tony in his Ironman suit landing next to the street blocked signs. A black lamborghini pulled up behind him, Bucky and Nat stepping out. It was amusing to watch the police hold their hands out, trying to block the trio from entering into the restricted area, but with a flip of a badge from Nat and a scolding from Tony, they stepped aside. 

The trio took a minute analyzing the damage, noting the obliterated bike that belonged to their second youngest Avenger. The plastic and metal spread across the street casting shadows from the flashing red and blue lights. The car that was stopped in the middle of the intersection with the hood crumpled. 

“Oh my god, Y/n/n.” Nat was the first to wrap me carefully into a hug. “Are you ok? What happened?” Bucky and Tony stood behind her both with rage in their eyes.

“Some guy ran a red light. I’m ok.” I said casting my gaze to the other ambulance where it seemed that the driver was still unresponsive.

“The only points of concern are thier minor whiplash, the road burns and fractured ribs 5-7 on the left side. I suggest getting an xray to make sure they are only fractures and nothing more and a CT scan for any other internal injuries that I can't diagnose here. I would offer a ride to the hospital but I realize that you will have better medical technology at the Avengers Tower.” Trey listed, smiling at the three Avengers standing there.

“Thank you very much for taking care of her. Apply at Stark Industries, I’ll find a place for you on the medical staff.” Tony smiled.

“Let's get you home.” Bucky spoke quietly, and I agreed adamantly.

“They’ll have to report to one of the police officers before leaving the scene.” Trey reminded us as I grabbed my jacket and helmet.

“Thank you.” Nat said, helping me from my spot. “Can you walk?” I nodded. Setting down the oxygen and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. I gripped onto her hand and pushed against the ambulance bed with the other to get onto my feet.

I took a minute to find my balance, hanging onto Nat for support. Her arm was wrapped around my waist as she helped me walk over to one of the police officers.

“Are you the motorbike rider?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, releasing my grip on Nat, noting that Bucky and Stark were standing closely behind on guard.

“I just have some routine questions for you quickly.” I nodded my head and he began asking the questions.

After the officer finished his follow up he thanked me before Nat began to pull me away from the scene.

“Wait. I asked about the driver of the car. I haven't heard anything.” I stopped turning around to see paramedics surrounding the bed of the other ambulance.

“Honey, don't worry about him. Come on let's get you home.” Nat insisted. I pulled away from her grip stumbling slightly.

“Just because he ran a red light and hit me doesn't make him any less important. I just want to check to make sure he’ll recover.” I argued before making my way over to the commotion.

The paramedics and a few police officers were congregated near the end of the ambulance as I approached. I could hear the orders for medical equipment being called out as I grew closer.

“Excuse me.” I tapped on someone's shoulder. 

“Y/n? Why are you still here?” Trey asked once he had turned to see me.

“I asked earlier about the driver. Will he make a recovery?” I asked peaking over his shoulder to watch paramedics lifting the stretcher into the back.

“He’ll make a full recovery. He'll be spending a few years in prison for this though. If you're worried about insurance coverage dont worry. Officers will get that sorted when he's responsive.” Trey explained.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure he’ll make a recovery. Thank you.” I smiled before turning back to the three Avengers waiting at the police barricade.

“Ready to go?” Bucky asked as I joined them. I simply nodded my head as Nat wrapped her arm around me again leading me to the car.

“Let’s go get you healed up. I heard Cho is working on something with broken bones. Maybe you can be a guinea pig!” Tony exclaimed with a smile.

“As intriguing as that sounds I doubt that I’m stable enough to endure whatever it may be.” I replied as I settled into the front seat of the car.

“Fair enough.” Tony smiled. “Im proud of you ya know. For that little thing you just did. For understanding that his life is still important.”

“I learned from the best.” I looked at the three of them, each having a proud smile across their face.

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S.S: Hope you all liked it!! Again dont be afraid to request. I also realize that alot of my fics seem to have a little (or lot) of angst. Ill try and make some more fluffy fics soon! Thanks for reading!

[thegempage]

i!! was tagged by @adventuresloane​ thank you very much my friend!!

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(i’m gonna put this below a cut bcus it’s long and idk how to resize images)

(also if this has taught me one thing it’s that if you want to see my art you might do better following my twitter and deviant art as well as this blog bcus i post art sporadically everywhere lmao)

1. the first answer is BEHOLD, MY MAIN PROJECT (at least as of writing this post):

beyond the divide and into adventure is an original fantasy universe homestuck au centered around the beta kids + a few others that’s kind of just about having adventures but also about how the relationships we forge are important parts of understanding ourselves but also about saving the world (eventually) (it’s mostly the first two right now, we’ll get to the saving the world later)

i do art for it, i’m trying to update it more often, and hey there’s a discord!

2. i also!!! have almost completed a series on youtube for the first time and i’m counting it as art bcus i put a lot of work into it lmao

Let’s Play Hiveswap Friendsim (For The Third Time) is a let’s play designed not to show new people the game but to replicate playing a game with a friend(s)!! it’s got jokes, it’s got fun voice acting, it’s got reflection on the game itself and the writing, and sometimes i go on long tangents about lore bcus i got excited lol. the final episode comes out in a few weeks and i’m planning to do a few more let’s plays in this style!!

(i also sometimes bring in a guest and then the conversations just get even more fun)

3.

[image description: a drawing of an Imposter-sona from Among Us, who has taken the form of a chubby white person in the pink astronaut suit an a doctor’s outfit. The Imposter is wearing dark sunglasses and is arguing with a small, pink-suited robot who resembles a human girl with short hair. end description]

(see the full version here!! you can zoom in and see the details and stuff)

this is a doodle of my imposter sona jfkdaslf basically in this idea the Imposter is an alien who takes over the body of a person it’s killed (aka my crewmate-sona) and runs around in that body to complete its plans! it’s arguing with the robot bcus the robot is a helper specifically programmed to the original crewmate and has trouble understanding the Imposter!

4.

[image description: a sketch in pink pen of a crewmate-sona from Among Us, depicted as a chubby person with long hair and glasses wearing a docotor’s uniform over a pink suit. They’re standing one one leg and looking at a wire in confusion. A small, humanoid robot with short hair stands next to them and gives them directions. end description]

for comparison, here’s the crewmate!! i can’t link it bcus i never posted it anywhere but this is what they usually look like and an example of how the bot might help!!

and fuck it, here’s more homestuck art

5.

[image description: a drawing of two characters side by side, talking together and laughing, set against a background colored like the lesbian flag. The left figure is a chubby tiefling with gray skin and red horns; they have long red hair, a long tail with black puff at the end, and are wearing a blue robe over pajamas in various shades of red. The right figure is a Homestuck troll with a long, black to gold dyed mullet with shaved sides, curved horns, and a prosthetic arm; they’re wearing a blue outfit and have big, orange wings. They are both discussing axes and their respective romantic partners.  end description]

twitter / deviant art links!! this is The Heir/Guts (left), a future d&d character/fankid, and Clairre (right), my current and beloved d&d character and fan troll!! the Heir is actually a human but took on a tiefling form for d&d reasons and is the heir of blood, and Clairre is a knight of breath!! they’re both nb lesbians and i love them

6.

[image description: a drawing of Kanaya and Karkat from Homestuck, grown up and sitting on a bench together, labeled “wait for spouses to finish a meeting.” Kanaya is tall, with gray skin, tall orange horns, and short hair. She’s wearing a yellow dress and shoes and is sewing something. Karkat is shorter than Kanaya and is chubby, with short hair and short horns that have grown down across the sides of his face. He’s wearing a sweater that says “imagine there’s a crab here” and is looking at his phone with a bag in his lap. end description]

twitter link; this one is dumb and i literally just made it to make myself laugh and show off a dumb hc idea i had (link to image of the hc, but the basic idea is that mutants have fucked up horns). most people who see it think it’s gross lmao

7.

[image description: an image of Snowman from Homestuck imposed over a photo of a hallway that has been layered with a sepia effect. Snowman is a tall, thin black carapace woman wearing a long suit coat and a wide-brimmed hat with the image of an 8 ball on the front. She’s smoking from a long pipe and saying, “Do you know what makes the perfect disease, Karkat? I’ll tell you.” On the floor is a word in an alien language with a long pink tail, which translates to “rat.” end description.]

twitter / deviantart link

so this!!! this is fanart for someone else’s fic for once jklfadskl this is a scene from Alternate Universe, a homestuck college/fantasy au that you should definitely check out bcus it’s 11/10 and i adore it and trying to summarize it would probably spoil more than i want to. the journey it takes you on is so fun and this scene just! stuck out to me

8.

[image description: a digital drawing of June, a light brown skinned woman with long dark hair wearing a rose-patterned cropped hoodie, jeans, yellow shoes, and glasses, curled up into a ball. Wind, show in various shades of blue, is whipping around her and pulling her hair and hoodie up. She seems to be bracing against the wind. end description.]

this is just!! a little preview of something lol

i’m making a thing for beyond the divide and this little piece of a panel was cute so i clipped it on its own!!

9.

[image description: a digital painting of Barry Bluejeans, a white man with red hair and glasses, leaning on the ground as if he was struck, clutching his chest. He’s wearing a red robe over jeans and a white shirt. The world appears to be ending behind him, and he’s saying “Why do you tramble on our love?” end description.]

twitter link!! okay. so this was technically done in dec 2019 but i was reminded of its existence while looking for twitter links and it’s still one of my favorite fucking pieces of art

this is a reference to a video that no longer exists but in the hearts of the few who knew it while it was still live and i put way more work into it than i needed. if the line sounds weird it’s bcus it was originally in poorly translated japanese lmao

iiiii don’t know who to tag jkfldaslk if you get this far and you want to do this go ahead!! i’m just too nervous to tag anyone rip

[shadowlorddemon]

Thomas Sides Mario AU belongs to @sugarglider9603

It was story-set of Super Mario Galaxy & Super Mario Galaxy 2 with fantasy mythology and star constellations plus references of twelve star signs and couple references of Greek myths.

But... I want to focus on Virgil as main protagonist here instead. With Logan, Roman, Patton, Remy and Bowceit as victim of kidnapping.

Through the storyline, there’s lot of references to Greek myths. (Idk why but I’m obsessed with Greek mythology)

The story went that Remy invites Sarcastic Bros and their prince boyfriends. Along Bowceit and his kids.

Remy want to show them his favorite planet that was filled of... dragons. Not just your typical dragons. These dragons are unique. (There’s a fucking dragon in Super Mario Odyssey. Why not having dragons in Mario AU too)

Remy: Hey! Let me show you my favorite planet that filled with dragons!

Virgil & Logan & Roman & Patton & Bowceit: DRAGONS?!?!??!!!

The dragons are called Star Dragons. These dragons are ‘born’ from the leftover of dead stars. (When the star went supernova).

When the ship lands on the planet called Contellstars and in the town called Gromeek the two first star dragons they meet is Pandora and Sirius, the sibling dragons.

Sirius is a light gray scaly dragon with orange, yellow and red spots that spattered across his chest, back and back legs. He bore a 5 feet wide leather dragon wings. He have white horn. (Like Impalas) He is stoic boy that rarely express his emotions to public. Only his sister can read him. His tail is club shaped tail.

Pandora have dark gray furry with dark purple and dark blue stripes on her back and tail. She bore 7 feet wide feather bird-dragon mixed wings. She have black horns. (Like Highland Cows) She is anxious but cheerful girl that can read her brother’s emotions. Her tail is spiked tail(three spikes on both sides of the tail).

Pandora: Hello, Remy! Brought your friends?

Sirius: Greeting.

Remy: you betcha! Everyone, Meet Pandora and Sirius. They are Star Dragons I told you about.

Patton: Oh my gawd! Sirius looks cool!

Roman: Yo. What kind name is Pandora?

Pandora: ...Rude.

After meeting star dragon siblings, they meet the dragon princess named Pavo.

Pavo is light green scaly with light blue underbelly. She bore five feet wide feather bird wings that have eyes shaped on each of her feather.(Pavo is the name of the star constellation that represents the peacock after all) She have yellow-green horns. (Like Bongo Antelope) She is peppy girl that like to move around a lot.(dance, fly, jump etc.) Her tail have a single long feather that is same with her wing feathers.

Pavo: Remy! My bestie!

She welcomed Remy first before she noticed Remy bought guests.

Pavo: is these cuties your friends?

Remy: Yup!

She then invited them to her castle which is typically medieval styled castle.

There, they meet the older brother of Sirius and Pandora; Pluto.

Pluto is a gray dragon with light gray under belly with two green spots on each side of his shoulders. He bore six feet wide scaly dragon wings. He have silver curly horns. (Like Kudu Antelopes) His tail have no distant features. He is a geeky boy that have interests in archeological. He wears a emerald green rimmed glasses.

Pluto notices that Pavo brings Remy and guests. He greets them, then asked for his siblings’ whereabouts. He then mentioned that he want to tell them about the stories that he found from the ruins nears the Stardew Valley. That catches Logan’s attention because he is a fucking nerd.

He would like to see the ruins.

Logan: Hey, Pluto? Can we come to the ruins with you?

Pluto: ???? You want to know about the ruins????

Other gets curious as well(except for Roman) and Pluto agreed to take them to the ruin after he finds his siblings.

Soon as he finds Sirius and Pandora, he takes the group include Remy and Pavo.(the star royalty have to go with the guests)

There they found bunches of ancient drawings of certain creatures and objects. Pluto begins to describe each drawing and tell the story behind the drawing.

Roman: Nerd.

Patton: Ro, be nice.

As he reaches the large drawing that features a large dragon with eight stars.

He begins to tell the story of Nova, the great star dragon that grants wishes to whom summons her with eight star stones.

Virgil: is he usually gets this excited about these old stuffs?

Pandora: yea. He does.

As Pluto finishes telling the story, a loud explosion sounds out from the outside of the ruins. Everyone runs out to see the antagonist.

The antagonist is a large black scaly dragon with golden underbelly and red stripe that runs from the back of his head to the tip of his tail. He bore 16 feet wide scaly dragon wings. His tail is two feet long blade(like a dagger). His name is Hercules. (I want to create a villain with unlikely name. I thought since I choose to use Greek mythology, why not use Hercules name? Yes I choose the Greek hero name for the antagonist. Sue me for want my fanfic to based on Greek mythology. Beside, a villain with heroic name? That’s little twisted in a way.)

Pavo looks pissed off when she see Hercules. She then called him out, stating that he shouldn’t be out of his prison.

Pavo: What the fuck, Hercules. You shouldn’t be here.

Hercules crackles manically. He then told her that he found a way out of his prison. Now he’s here to carry out his plan he had for long time.

Hercules: I would get Nova to grant me a wish I always want to have.

He then spotted new unfamiliar faces. He then decided to snatched them up. He summon bunches of five feet tall black griffins to snatching them.

Logan tried to protect Patton but both gets snatched up.

Roman draws his sword but it gets thrown off his hands when he clashed the sword with his own sword(dagger). He then gets snatched up.

Bowceit gets angry at Hercules and breathe fire at him. That didn’t affect Hercules but it angers him. He slammed Bowceit; knocked him out and grabbed him as well.

He grabs Remy which tries to protect the snakes kids. The kids gets grabbed as well. Only Bowceit Jr. escaped.

Pavo then ordered Pluto, Sirius and Pandora to get away and take Virgil with them as well. Pavo doesn’t want Virgil to get snatched. She unfortunately gets snatched.

Virgil: I don’t wanna to abandon them!

Pavo: You have to. Hercules is too dangerous to engage in battle with. Pandora, grab him.

Pandora just grabs Virgil by the hood and lift him up. (Bowceit Jr. end up running straight to Virgil and he just... pick him up and hold him close)

Out of three dragons, Pandora is faster than her two brothers so Pluto and Sirius ends up getting snatched.

Pandora: Bros!!!

Pandora takes Virgil and Bowceit Jr. to Remy’s ship.

Virgil is panicked. Bowceit Jr. was near to crying. Pandora joins Virgil’s panic time.

Virgil: Roman gets kidnapped! Lo gets kidnapped! Patton gets kidnapped! Even Remy and Bowceit get kidnapped!

Pandora: My brothers get kidnapped too. Princess is kidnapped as well. What the fuck should we do???

Bowceit Jr.: I WANT MY DADDY!!!

Soon Pandora calms down and calmed Virgil down.

She then explains that Hercules was probably trying to summon Nova. She tells him that Hercules is very dangerous to them for he won’t hesitate to kill others if they gets in his way. She then muttered about something about Andr-something. Virgil didn’t catch the rest.

She then asked him if he want to rescue others, he need to understand that it won’t be easy since they would likely to travel across the space. Virgil is little nerved by that fact but he is determined to save his brother and the princes along Bowceit. (They are on somewhat good terms here)

Junior(Bowceit Jr.) says he can help too.

Junior: I want save my daddy and my brothers and my sister.

Pandora and Virgil reclusively lets him come with him.

Pandora then tells him that she have ideas of whereabouts of eight star stones but Hercules would try to summon mythical creatures to stop us from sabotage his plans.

Virgil asked Pandora if she would came with him.

Pandora: ???? Of course??? I am not letting you go against Hercules and his summoned allies alone.

Virgil is relieving to hear that.

Virgil: Thank gods I am not alone in this like last time.

Pandora: you are absolutely insane for thinking that I won’t help you.

Somehow, they figured out how to pilot Remy’s ship. (Junior figures it out to Virgil and Pandora’s surprise)

Virgil: how did you know to drive a ship like this?!

Junior: I used to hijack daddy’s ships!

Pandora: I am almost afraid of you.

And their journey begins...

(The story will be launched in AO3 about mid-July, given or taken.)

[annathesimple]

What everybody brought to the ESC (sprinkled with my humble opinion)

Albania: desire to call the storm your brother (yeah, I dig it and it made me poetic, shut up), run from civilization and make the spirits of the wild your allies. Also: Cleopatra Mom in a Pride dress can I squeal with joy??!

Armenia: empowering song and beautiful performer. I hope she brings her suit *winks*, oh, yeah, and the braids, the braids!! And a familiar face to Ukrainians! ;)

Australia: stop shitting on them, the pips know what Eurovision is about, look at them this year: try to describe this without the word extra. They just embodied the moth&lamp meme. Brought: the daughter-dress of 2018 Estonia and Russia paired with the sexiest dementor you've seen

Austria: if she will look into me like she did in the music video than maybe I will break down, she is tearing at my walls. Brought:  blue hair to make me listen, and it works.

Azerbaijan: a medal for aesthetic goal. It might not exist yet, but it freaking should. Also, I am stealing so many of the things that they used in the music video, you just watch me

Belarus: that white outfit of hers. Or the legs. No, the outfit. Or the legs?.. Which one of these makes me keep staring? (Also brought all these dislikes from Belarussian people, which reminds me - RIP the potato masterpiece of this year)

Belgium: quality Netflix Original's soundtrack. Also a soundtrack to a montage of you running towards your goal and honestly - it's sweet.

Croatia: KAO HEROOOOOJ!!! Also: piano?? hopefully a piano?? We need it, come on, people need to fill out theirs esc bingos, people want to get drunk and we will help them! Also: stairs?? Possknly many stairs??

Cyprus: "Fuego" got reborn and we are being delivered heavy dance beats again, yay!

Czech Republic: oh, the funk, they stolen it? and added an 80' bassline? I hate it and I love it, you have no idea how hard are my relationship with this song is. But facts are facts.

Denmark: A MOTHERFUCKING HUGE CHAIR, I hope they bring it: I am supporting a policy that if you have a lot of space - you should do crazy shit with it. Also: brought German, cause Germany couldn't

Estonia: Aviici wibes and, oh yeah!, another song about a storm! I vote to start a new category for esc bingo: songs featuring storm in their lyrics or title. Also: guitar? Pretty please

Finland: Darude. As a rule I don't list people here, but the rules don't apply to you once you become a meme. Also: Poison Ivy just came to dance on a rotating cube in the middle of the stage - cause that's what you do, that's what I would have done if only I have been confident enough.

France: good boy, cinnamon roll, his wigs are the best and are not to be snatched, ok??! I am getting serious "Phoenix" wibes. Also: cute glasses!

Georgia: yes! They brought these awesome back vocals for which I love them so much!! Also: I feel like Georgia has its goal to make us love Georgian, and idk about you, but it works on mee~~

Germany: SISTAH!!! It's caraoce night and Elsa and Pocahontas are winning it. Also: can I talk about how refreshing it is to see a female duo?

Greece: actual Greece aesthetic wibes?? Beauty, so much beauty. Also: give them swords!! Allow them swords on the stage, cowards!!

Hungary: a song about a dad! I sense a streak! And I want to kiss everybody responsible for keeping it in Hungarian. Also: whistling! That you cannot get out of your head!

Iceland: they got last place last time so they are angry now, ahah. But honestly, we haven't even started yet  and Hatari is already a meme, and we all know that it's the true currency of Eurovision fame. They are worth an essay, it's just I won't do it here.

Ireland: light happy pop for you to finally relax. And, for some reason, nostalgia? I blame Irish magic.

Israel: an Israeli Freddy Mercury with a strong song and a pinch of Disney sound. Interesting in a good way vocals.

Italy: "ramadan" rimed with "Jackie Chan", a big fuck you to all the haters and international versions of D.Trump. Also: ~~soldiii~~, ~~soldiii~~

Latvia: your soundtrack for soft and quiet, warm night walks. Magic the color of black and crimson velvet. The ocean of the eyes.

Lithuania: that one song that encourages you to stand up and go towards what you want, plants a seed of self appreciation inside of you. Good stuff. And his voice is higher than the expectations of your relatives.

Malta: another aesthetics award!! Also - I can't possibly say no to people who put chameleons into music videos. Also: another member of "nana" squad!

Moldova: this year it's them who is bringing us a ballad: and a solid one, + the voice

Montenegro: oh yes!! Finally!! A grandpa!! With a beard!! Playing a traditional instrument!! The sacred commandments are being followed!! Also snow in May aesthetic.

North Macedonia: a powerful ballad for girls and I am here for it!! Go and break the rules! Make everybody fucking emotional!! We need it and we deserve it!

Norway: the sickest Christmas party in a Narnia setting: LET ME IIIN.The furry jokes. And if u think they will stop any time soon - you are wildly misguided. And now we have another version of what does the fox say!

Poland: if you haven't heard them already - probably they brought smth you haven't really expected from them as a folk band. They make me feel things. The outfits!! I said THE OUTFITS!!

Portugal: a true to life representation of my last two brain cells. It's so eary, so unusual that I am in love. Back in my days (and it's like a week ago) I had to do a half an hour long deep YouTube dive to get to music like this. Artttt

Romania: abandoned mansions aesthetic, possible mythical wibes, yessss, bring it to meee!

Russia: Lazarev. They brought Lazarev. You know who he is, what can I say except for: why is his signing is so good??hmm

San Marino: a true leader of "nanana" squad appears!! I like to think that's how San Marino celebrates all of its national holidays. They've always came to Eurovision to party, and they are proving a point once again.

Serbia: I know many like to complain about ballads: but come on, we need at least some, and Serbia delivered, at least we always can rely on Balcan countries for that! Also: I hope she brings her crystal horns with her to the stage, they paid them so much attention!

Slovenia: depressed youth love brought you some indi to relax but also to float into space contemplating your choices.

Spain: is here to cure your depression in case any of the previous songs triggered it. Brought a party, the Sun, and the most Spanish sounding thing I have ever heard. I feel like they thrive out of dandelion wine.

Sweden: changed their formula a bit and suddenly in works on me, and it works very well! There is a literall door to heaven above the stage! That's where they came from! Also: I am in love with the back vocal singers.

Switzerland: a Spanish wibe + some Asian notes/sound?? + heavy dance beat = yeah, they got me, it is indeed good to dance to.

The Netherlands: brought sensitivity and forced it on me, brought tears and put them behind my eyes. Goodness gracious, whyyy

UK: such a sweet happy song, love how the entries from UK tend to be so sunny and bright recently. Brought me desire to hug my friends and close ones.

Please note that I have no intentions of offending anybody, we all are here to have a good time. I respect everybody on this list.

[owlespresso]

Silicon / Mollymauk Tealeaf/Reader

IDK incubus Mollymauk AU. This is smut, so be warned. My tip jar is open! I write headcanons in exchange for donations! If you’re interested, check it out HERE. I am also open for commissions, information HERE.

Your plans for Saturday had been sitting on your couch, absentmindedly scrolling through your laptop. It would have been great, fantastic to settle your weary back against the soft couch cushions, maybe shut your eyes and take a nap because you had nowhere else to be, nothing else to do.

Needless to say, that simple plan did not come to fruition. It was your fault, honestly.

Janet, a work acquaintance with an aggravatingly big heart and the puppy dog eyes of a practiced actor, had bumbled up to your door with tears running down her cheeks. Somehow, she charmed her way into your apartment and sat on your couch, telling you that the volunteer project she’d been apart of was falling apart. Her best friend cancelled last minute, the building materials weren’t being shipped fast enough, and soon, her idea to build houses for miners near the silicon-filled caves of the outskirts would be ruined!

In her desperate time of need, who else could she turn to but you? You, who always got your work done on time? You, who worked late hours and was the star of the company? Her praises were lavish and had you been in your right mind, you would have denied her, shoved her out of your apartment and onto the cold streets where do-gooders like her belonged.

But you didn’t. For a moment, something warm and idealistic seized you, and you thought “What if I could make a difference?”.

You rationalized it in your head in a split second and soon, she was giving you a tearful hug, going on and on about how great it was to have you on the project. Then, the door shut behind her and you felt like the silent, still remnants of a town that’d just been rolled over by a hurricane.

In all honesty, you could have cancelled, but Janet had friends in the decrepit hierarchy of your workplace, so you didn’t. Doing this small favor for her would be worth it if she put in a good word for you with the higher-ups.

The toe of your sneaker hits the edge of the mirror—it this close to the door—and sends you falling. Adrenaline jolts through your system and you brace for the shattering of glass, the ripping of your skin, the howling of an ambulance, stitches, the pain of recovery—but it never comes.

You open your eyes and there’s only blackness. There’s solid floor underneath you, sure. But everything else is black. The void is chilled and no sound travels through it, not even your footsteps as you begin to move forward. As much as you should be, you aren’t panicked. Your brain scrambles to rationalize the situation and does a pretty damn good job of it.

You passed out, and this is a weird dream. Eventually, you’ll wake up in a hospital bed, the glass shards picked out of your skin and organs or wherever they wound up. You really weren’t looking forward to it, but there was nothing you could do to change the situation. The darkness that swelled around you, unmoving, static, boring. The only change is that the mild chill has actually vanished, which only makes it more dull.

Maybe you should sit down and wait? Maybe lay down and try to wake yourself up? If this is a lucid dream, then you should be able to—

Something stirs in the distance, and your heart jumps into your throat. It’s the shift of something large against solid, hard ground, a subtle but voluminous noise of giant footsteps coming closer. On instinct, you shuffle back, back, back, suddenly forgetting that this is very probably a dream as your carnal, base emotions overcome your coherency.

A pair of vibrant, solid red eyes peer out at you from the dark. Each one is the size of a dinner plate. They pierce through the veil of blackness that encompasses the area, their soft glow freezing you in place. Somehow, the form behind them is completely invisible. The light they emit is only going forward, looking right at you. Your breath seizes in your lungs, heart thump, thump, thumping in your chest.

“Tripping and falling is one thing. Tripping and falling into a completely different dimension is another thing entirely.” It’s a smooth, masculine voice that rings all around you, encompasses your entire body. There’s an amused lilt to it, and if you weren’t scared out of your mind, you’d probably admire the rich sound.

The bottoms of the eyes curl upwards. You can only hope that means it’s smiling.

Despite its lack of pupils, you somehow know it’s looking right at you. Uncomfortable heat swells over your skin and pulses inside of you, making your fingers twitch.

“This is just a dream,” You take in a deep breath, trying to calm the manic pounding of your heart.

“I hate to break it to you, but it’s not. We’re real and we’re one-hundred percent right here,” It continues and its voice dips into a sneer. The fear in you is starting to settle, given how it doesn’t seem like it’s going to attack you.

“Whatever you say.” You huff, your agitation twitching, leagues above the dull fear that’d previously seized you.

The temperature of the room begins to dip, and a humid quality slowly infiltrates the air. Your eyes narrow, but you don’t mention it. Dreams are weird. The subconscious is completely possible to understand and you’re not going to try it anytime soon.

“Hey, so, what are you?” Might as well amuse yourself while you wait to wake up. You cross your arms and your posture stiffens, attempting to look assertive. You sincerely doubt that whatever is on the other side of the room respects you or is capable of being scared of you, but it’s worth a try.

“What am I?” It echoes, “Well, that’d take a lot of explaining, and believe me, it’d be boring to listen to and talk about, so—”

Suddenly, the darkness begins to ebb away to the far corners and reaches of the room like a cloud being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. You squint against the sudden change in light—fortunately, it’s still dim, but what you do see elegant, polished wooden floors that stretch far in front of you. Shelves that reach near to the ceiling stand on either side of you, stacked with pretty, leather-bound books. They’re not just next to you, but across the room, on all sides, arranged in a square around an open area—an open area which houses a large, circular bed.

Its covered in lavish, iridescent blankets and the matching pillows look soft beyond your wildest dreams. The entire room, instead of being clouded by darkness, seems to be filled with light fog. It leaves you astonished and hot and somehow hazy, creeping arousal rolling up your spine.

It’s a hot, flushed feeling that bewilders and frightens you all at once, but dreams are known for being spontaneous, right? It can all be explained.

You take a step forward, cautiously surveying the area. There’s no evidence of the creature that’d spoken to you only moments ago. Maybe the subject of the dream shifted? That’s happened to you before?

The sound of footsteps behind one of the shelves forces your adrenaline to surge. Your wide, frantic eyes look in the direction of the noise, and you’re unprepared for the figure that emerges from behind one of the shelves.

Purple is the first thing you register. Deep, purple skin. It’s a tiefling.

Two sets of horns curl out from dark, curly waves of hair. The dim, red lighting from lanterns hung from the ceiling give the locks a vibrant sheen. His eyes are deep and red but what really attracts your focus next is the smattering of tattoos along his arm, bare shoulder and torso, that winds up his cheek. The colors are deep and vivid and you’re both surprised and impressed at your own imagination.

“Sorry for the scare,” He apologies. His grin widens the closer he gets, revealing two sharp fangs that stretch from the top lip. “But to be fair, there was no good way of introducing myself in that situation.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow and fix him with an unimpressed expression, absolutely not convinced.

He stops to stand in front of you. Now that he’s completely up close, you can make out the finer details of his tattoo. There’s a snake on his hand, designed so its mouth opens and closes when he moves his thumb and index fingers. There are scars all over his body, faint but still there. Two, small nipple rings catch the overhead light and gleam, held on (admittedly impressive) pectorals.

“Alright, I’m lying. But the look on your face was well worth it,” He tips his head and his smile becomes crooked, smug. “That’s all in the past, though,” He dismissively waves his hand. “My name’s Mollymauk. Molly to my friends.”

“Okay, Mollymauk.” Maybe it’s bitchy of you to emphasize that you’re not friends straight off the bat, but that’s what he gets for scaring the shit out of you! You cross your arms and cock your hip out. making sure that every inch of you oozes challenge.

“Well, I think you should at least tell me your name, seeing how I was polite enough to give you mine.” He mimics your posture, resting a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow at you. The ridiculousness of the situation almost makes you give up, but the stubborn part of you stays firm, refuses to buckle no matter how minor the act of giving him your name is.

“I don’t see why that matters. I’ll probably wake up in a minute.” You’re actually not looking forward to that.

“You really have a bad memory, don’tcha?” The corners of his lips press into a flat line and you feel mild satisfaction at managing to wipe the grin off his face. “This isn’t a dream.”

“That sounds a lot like something a dream would say.” You retort and tilt your chin up, haughty and arrogant.

“Bless your little heart,” He takes a wide step forward, into your personal bubble and you freeze. He looms over you, suddenly so close that you can make out every single eyelash, every stroke of the tattoo that crawls up on his right cheek. He’s admittedly handsome, but the sudden pulse of arousal that strikes your lower stomach makes you shift uncomfortably. “You’re real stubborn, but I can prove that this isn’t a dream.”

One of his hands reaches forward and presses onto your hip. You can feel the heat of his skin through the fabric. The atmosphere between the two of you has been turned on its head, leaving you flailing and unsure how to react. Your voice stalls in your throat, tongue fumbling as you try to materialize some witty retort, something smart to say that’ll smack that stupid smile off his face.

But his face moves closer, and his hooded, red eyes draw you in, keep you quiet.

It’s bizarre—unreasonable—heat presses up your body with unbidden suddenness and your skin gets hotter where he grips it.

“Uh-huh.” You say, trying to find as forceful as possible to make up for the pure lack of wit. Something about him muddles your thoughts and god, he’s so close, but you don’t want him to move away. As miffed as you are, you’re also curious about this imaginary figure that your mind has conjured up. “I don’t think you can.”

Contrary to what you were expecting, his gaze softens and his eyelids dip low. His other hand reaches up and cups your cheek, so direct that you almost don’t notice the press of his hips against yours as he shuffles closer. Something hard rubs against your crotch and oh.

You’ve had lewd dreams before, but never one as intricate as this. It has a whole plot line and everything.

Just a dream, though. So anything that happens here should be fine.

A little voice in the back of your head asks, “what if it’s not?” but it is. It is because you don’t have the energy to believe it’s real.

“I can fix that.” He coos, and the honey of his voice makes another wave of heat ripple through your body. The mist seems to thicken and coagulate tight to your skin. Your clothes start to stick and the need to get out of them is sudden, but overwhelming. “Do you want that?” His voice, a slow and rich drawl, beckons and calls. Your pride swells, tells you to hold your ground, but his sculpted body is pressing against you entirely and his clothed cock rests wantonly against your cunt and god, it’s so hot. Why is it so goddamn hot?

You nod before you can think and he leans in, presses your lips together with no preamble. The kiss is soft and you tilt your head into it. The hand on your hip reaches for the buttons of your shirt and undoes them with deft, practiced fingers. The more clothing that comes off, the cooler you feel. His tongue brushes against your lips an you open them, letting him slide into your mouth. Your hand reaches for his broad shoulders. Warmth pulses under his heated skin.

Desperation takes hold as he pulls away, grabbing your sleeves to yank your shirt off. In the split second he’s not pressed against you, you notice the vibrant glow of his eyes and his grin, wild, carnal, ravenous—

And then he’s on you again, hips shoving tight against yours, forcing you backwards. You stumble and struggle to stay on your feet until your knees hit the back of the mattress.

The library rushes around you as you topple onto the bed. The silky sheets are cool against your back and your gaze draws up to the lanterns that hang from the ceiling. Mollymauk’s hands slam on the mattress on either side of your head, effectively caging you in and monopolizing your attention, holding it captive.

You focus on the splash of vibrant green against his lavender skin until he gives you a chaste kiss, before trailing a path of them along your jawline, dipping down to your neck. You give a soft keen, tilting your head to the side. Goosebumps spread over your heated skin at the low noise of approval he makes, pleased at having more skin to cover in attention. His tongue scorches over you and wow, it’s forked.

The realization jolts you, leaving you momentarily distracted and able to be surprised when he nips at the crook of your neck. You squeak and he apparently he likes the sound, because he repeats the motion and soon the amorous affection becomes rougher, more impassioned.

The cool sheets are a striking juxtaposition against the sear of his body, and your hands eventually find his shoulders, caught up in the picturesque stretch of colors that make up his being.

“Lovely.” He praises, voice a balmy whisper. He raises a hand and light catches off his ring finger and pinkie, nails both akin to sharp talons while his pointer and middle are perfectly manicured.

There’s the tearing or fabric. The middle of your bra snaps, jolting you from your stuptor. The garment is haphazardly tugged off your body before you get the chance to scold him, and you suddenly realize how exposed you really are.

His hands run down your sides to perch on your hips, slow and tender, like he’s really taking time to savor you. The right comes back to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple, teasing the nub to full hardness. His eyelids droop as his face looms over your other breast, lavishing the soft skin with kisses. They’re the short, teasing kind that make your insides feel all hot and hooey, the kind that make you arch your back for more, more, more, the slightly wet kind that chill your skin and make you squirm.

“Mollymauk, stop teasing!” The ache between your thighs swells and you rub them together.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge here.” He punctuates his statement with a harsh squeeze to your breast, earning a gasp. His palm brushes tight against your nipple. “You should at least say ‘please’ when you ask for something.

His dexterous tongue curls around your untouched nipple and makes you wiggle against the covers, swathes of sticky warmth making your cunt wet, before he finally slides down the bed. His lithe body wiggles to rest in between your knees, and the visual makes your cheeks hotter. He grabs your thighs and tugs you down the bed with surprising ease. The suddenness of the motion jolts your inebriated system, but the unexpected strength behind it sends another pulse of warmth to your core.

“Mollymauk,” You breathe as his thumbs hook under the waistband of your shorts and panties, bringing them down in a single, swift movement. For as inconsiderate as he was with your bra, he has the decency to set your bottoms aside. You instinctively close your legs but he snaps his grip to them, pulling them apart, pushing passed the soft cotton of your sheepishness like a wolf’s teeth through the hide of a lamb.

The gentle press of his inner thigh makes the muscle twitch. You can’t see his pupils but can somehow feel the heat of his gaze. It pins you in place, keeps you pliant as he trails kisses towards your cunt. Arousal thuds in your body and sloshes in your veins, makes your fingers curl into the sheets.

His teeth catch on your skin and you jolt with a gasp. A velvety chuckle rumbles against your thigh as he continues to trail up, up, up. Trepidation trembles deep in your chest and promptly vanishes at the drag of his tongue over your slicked folds. A squeal flies from your lips and he responds with an eager moan.

Your hips instinctively roll off the bed, into his mouth, desperate for more.

“Stay still, alright?” His arms wind around your thighs and squeeze as if to remind you who’s in charge. “I can’t work my magic if you’re wiggling all over the place.” His lips pill away from your cunt and you whine at the chill that settles in his absence. Impatient, wet kisses spider up your other thigh and his tongue again rasps a single stripe up your slit. Your hips roll again and the muscles in his arms flex briefly as he holds you in place, not lifting his face away for even a moment.

Delight sears up your spine as one of his fingers dips against your entrance. God, please, please—your need boils deep and smothers you. The slender digit teases you for what feels like years, time stretching until he slides one finger inside. It’s impossible to stop your thighs from trying to clamp back together, but he holds you open still.

Knowing he can keep you pinned to the bed as long as he likes terrifies and exhilarated you at the same time.

The broad of his tongue swipes at your bundle of nerves, the forked tips delving deep and making you squirm with each steady thrust of his finger. One of your hands flies down to grip hid horn and he snarls, the vibration making you shake.

Another finger slips in alongside the first. You jolt—it’s covered in something slippery and wet, but the realization melts like flimsy sea foam as he moans again.

The stretch of your walls doesn’t feel like much of a stretch, but the slow pace is agonizing. You suppose you should have expected this, especially after the haughty way he’d presented himself. Such a lascivious creature probably couldn’t resist the temptation to tease and torture you. You want to tell him to go faster, harder, but you’re inevitably enraptured by the flutter of his eyelashes and the sheen of his sweaty bangs pressed against his forehead. His expression is set into something fascinated and so thoroughly concentrated that it makes you feel like a specimen under a microscope, like an insect under the heel of a god,

He keeps the fingering slow as you start to whine, thighs tensing, legs trying to wrap around his head. The sweet mist swells around you and sticks to your skin, another sensation to add to the pile.

“Mollymauk!” You hug his horn again, try to wrench him away, but he stayed affixed to you, fingers tilting at a new angle that makes your shoulders slam back against the mattress, pleasure dancing up your spine and jumbling the words off your tongue.

And then you cum against his face, voice pitching into something pathetic and akin to a sob, a loud noise that sounds alien to even yourself. He groans in unison, tongue continuing to lave over your cunt until your thighs go limp. Finally, he lets them collapse onto the mattress. Your body feels like fucking jello.

Your sweat-slicked chest heaves up and down. Your unfocused gaze jostles down to him as he gets back to his feet, lean abdomen sleek with sweat or moisture from the air. The smirk he levels you with brings you back to your initial meeting.

“Good?” The bed creaks under his weight, knee dipping onto the covers. He drops onto his side next to you, elbow pressing against one of the many puffed pillows, cheek idly resting against his hand. His other hand reaches over and combs through your hair and fuck it, this feels so fucking nice. Your eyes shut and your head lolls against the pillow. “Mhm.” You’re too tired to pretend it wasn’t absolutely phenomenal, not when you feel so nice and sated. It’;s been ages since you’ve had such a great dream, but your consciousness begins to yawn and lull.

“Go to sleep.” His voice purrs in your ear. “We can play again, later.” Sure we can, you think sarcastically. As though your brain will ever let you have something this nice ever again. It’s going to suck to wake up. The memory of your plummet into the mirror almost makes you stir, but the afterglow sedates your mind and body, sending you into inky, black unconsciousness.

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You don’t know how long you sleep, but when you wake up, you first notice the gross taste of sleep in your mouth and a plush bed against your back. Your eyes open and a vaguely familiar ceiling greets you, the lighting dim and purple—but wait—

You shoot into an upright position, urgently blinking the sleep from your eyes. Alarm shoots through you as you behold the same library from your dream.

No, no, no! Numb horror assaults you as you roll out of the warm bed. The ground is cool against the bottoms of your feet.

This is still a dream. It has to be—shit, shit, shit, it’s not. It’s really not, huh? But where are you? Were you kidnapped by that purple bastard?

Your frantic gaze snaps at the sound of heels clicking against the polished wood and air constricts in your lungs as he rounds the corner. He blinks briefly, looking surprised at the sight of you, before he gives you a grin, warmer than it is smug.

“I told you it wasn’t a dream.”

[weaselbeaselpants]

Rewrite challenge: #10 and #19

#10 The Black Cauldron

Oh poor, poor Black Cauldron. All the “lackluster” Disney films (besides Chicken Little, that one sucks) I feel sad. Katzenberg vivisecting the film didn’t help matters, but the big problem is the world building in my eye.

Prydain feels so underpopulated in the film. I don’t remember any locations with humans in it that weren’t Horned King’s castle or the farm where Taran lives. This is a fantasy world! Where is everybody!? The world building affects our characters too because we don’t know anything about them besides them being a hero or a villain.

The Horned King is in DESPERATE need of a backstory. I’m not too big on Lord of the Rings, but I know that Sauron is connected to the One Ring which is why he’s trying to get it back and we have a pretty good idea what will happen if he gets it back and why everyone else wants it for there own. The motives the Horned King has for finding the Black Cauldron are clear: he wants to bring back an army of the dead…but…why? To rule? To fight? He mentions in the end that his army is moments away from victory. Is he just out to start a zombie apocalypse? What will having an army of the dead accomplish for him? Where’s the profit? Was this somehow explained in the book better? I don’t think so since from what I’ve read the Horned King is a composite character of two villains from the books.

My friend Amelia has the right idea of making Horned King tied to Prydain’s history. My version is a bit though. I’d rewrite the story so that he is the “dead” king whom Taran’s sword once belonged to. He sought out the Black Cauldron but it backfired and he now seeks it to bring back the army that he killed and rule again. After what’s probably been hundreds of years of exposure to black magic, he’s basically rotted from the inside out and his sanity has gone, as he’s now under the delirious impression that Prydain is just waiting to have it’s ruler back when in reality the country has moved on.

That’s another thing too! Is Prydain under-populated because of a war or something, one not specifically tied to the Horned King? That would be interesting. The rest of the world fears The Horned King of course but they don’t consider him much of a threat to their needs. Taran can be one of those people who’s more interested in being a soldier than an apprentice and pig keeper. Maybe the Horned-King-before-he-was-Horned-King started a war or conflict of it’s own centuries past and Taran and co. don’t find out until later.

You had the chance to make the Horned King a real bawss of a villain. Not a sympathetic one, just one with clearer motives and a horrible history. He could be like Sauron/Golem/The White Walkers all together but instead he’s just “the guy who’s gonna use this thing to do this other thing”.

But Horned King is at least interesting. Taran and Eilonwy are boring and it has nothing to do with them being clichéd good-guy hero kids (though I admit, a Black Cauldron starring Fflewddur does sound more unique). I kinda though Taran was gonna be more interesting cause when the film starts he’s all like “yeah I wanna fight the Horned King and be a hero” but the minute Hen-wen is stolen he remembers that he’s just a scared boy. When he finds himself in the Horned King’s castle and has to make Hen-wen use her vision he’s immediately like “I wanna go home nevermind!” I think it’d be more interesting if, once Hen-wen was safe, he was like “fts I’m going home” and wanted to nothing to do with the Horned King or the Black Cauldron but gets roped back in because Gurgi guilt trips him or something. Make him a reluctant hero who looses his wide-eyed wonder of the world but gains real confidence and strength. When he’s about to sacrifice himself to the cauldron it’s not really earned. It feels like he’s doing it because…he’s the hero.

Much as I hate Doug Walker now I remember his Disneycember from way back when mentioning how Eilonwy is a princess but of a kingdom we never see. We should really see that kingdom. There are two ways you could go with this: Make her an actual scullery maid disguised as a princess as a decoy to escort the weird light-thing away from Horned King, since that’s why he captured her in the first place – much like how Taran got roped into all this with Hen-wen; or make her the princess of Prydain and connect her with the going’s on of the outside world that don’t involve the Horned King. Like Taran, she’s also just looking to safely get away, expect once she learns of the Horned King’s whole plan and knows there’s gonna be casualties, she’s all “we gotta stop him!” and springs into action.

In both cases I think she could be a little more feisty – pissed and rage driven to be kidnapped or held prisoner for something that doesn’t even involve her. Make her a no-nonsense girl who has less tolerance for Gurgi and Fflewddur than Taran. Maybe she’s the one whose all like ‘Ima jump in the cauldron’ in the endbut Taran stops her and reminds her that she, like him, is just a kid. Also make her ball of light more connected to the overall story and world of Prydain as well. Something needs to be done with her because, as is, you can cut her out of the movie and nothing would be lost.

Also fix Gurgi’s voice. He’d be a fine character if he weren’t so hard to understand.

…that’s all I got! If it isn’t obvious I haven’t read the Prydain books to know what stuff apparently HAD to stay in despite the filmmakers already taking liberties with the source material. I don’t think I’m the right person to revamp this one as outside of Game of Thrones and Star Wars (it counts) I’m not a fan of high-end Euro-centric fantasy stories. If the movie is being remade than it better be done by someone who knows, likes, and is talented within that genre. Hire the Game of Thrones folks or someone who’s not Peter Jackson cause Peter Jackson’s lost his mind. IDK. Let poor Black Cauldron spread its wings and find it’s home rather than being a victim of cuts from a studio going through growing pains.

#19 The Book of Henry

If you’ve seen Folding Ideas video on it, you’ll know how much of a mary-sue Henry is and how badly this movie handles themes, tone, and morals. It seems like a fanfic written by a future rampage killer who doesn’t understand what about Henry’s actions are “bad”, and how NO ONE in the world has the solution to the problem except him. In a good movie, someone resorting to killing a child-predator as the only option could make a good story - it just has to have a little thing called consequences to it! No story that has implied child rape in it ends with happy goody-goody Butterfly #1 cliffnotes.

While I don’t watch him anymore, I remember Brad Jones made a really good point in his Midnight Screenings of that movie. That being: what if Henry was wrong about Glen, the adopted father. What if this was a misunderstanding and this kid was a psychopath. It would make for a good purposeful tonal whiplash. So here’s my rewrite:

Henry is the eldest, favorite child of a hands-off single mother Susan. Henry prides himself on the lie Susan tells him that he is the real provider of the house. He is mean to Susan (who takes it and says she deserves it) and lonely school cause his attitude isolates him from peers - though he thinks he’s too good for them anyway. Henry begins to grow interested in his teenage neighbor Christina after he hears her screaming in the middle of the night. He comes to believe that her step-father, Glen, is abusing Christina. He stalks the two of them and writes hundreds of notes and tapes about their house and his understanding of their living situation - that Christina’s mother is out of state and Glen is a kind of passive aggressive police chief who doesn’t get along with Christina in public.

Then Henry dies. Not by a tumor. In a freak accident.

Susan goes mad with grief while her remaining son Peter tries to cheer her up. She comes across Henry’s many notes on Glen and Christina. Susan does her own investigation and comes to the same conclusion that Henry did about Christina being abused and, through misguided encouragement from Peter, decides to kill Glen like Henry intended to do. 

Glen meanwhile tries to be a good neighbor by helping the grieving Susan anyway he can. He allows her to watch Christina while he’s at work. Susan, Peter, and Christina bond it up while Susan uses their visits to plan out Glen’s murder. Christina begins to feel more confident and comfortable with herself and even agrees to drive Peter to his school talent show. That same night, Glen is home alone after a long week of work and is unaware that Susan is setting up a sniper riffle from her porch. Before she can shoot, however, Christina comes home and stops Susan in the nick of time. Glen comes out when he hears the scuffle and Susan screams about all the evidence she and Henry have stacked up against Glen and what she was going to do. Distraught, Christina runs inside crying. Glen calls the police on Susan for attempted murder and assault on a minor. As they wait for the cops, Glen tells Susan the real story Henry was not privy to:

Christina was abused - by her biological father, whom her mother is currently battling in a nasty court case. Glen has been left to care for the traumatized Christina. What Henry thought was rape one night was actually Christina having an episode in which she almost killed herself before Glen got home and stopped her. Glen fully admits to not knowing how to take care of children and that Christina wears him out, but chastises Susan for trying to “save” Christina without doing the right thing and contacting child protective services. Susan, looking deeper into Henry’s notes, finds that Henry disliked Glen after he pulled him over one night for walking alone to the grocery store - Henry was channeling his desire to kill Glen through this false-fantasy of saving Christina.

Susan goes to jail. At the court house Christina calls Susan out for only caring about her because of Henry and trivializing her abuse as a means to kill her Step-dad. She even testifies against Susan in court showing her newfound confidence and will to get through life and confesses to Glen that she’s almost grateful to Susan for inexplicably helping her heal. She also pities Susan, who now has to live with the fact that she loved Henry as an ideal son and not for what he actually was - a trait that probably led to Henry’s sociopathic behavior. Christina wishes Peter well as he’s taken into foster care and promises him that things will get better.

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

A One Shot Series - Peter Parker/OC

Word Count: 3285

Warnings: Idk language? Teens being awkward and fluffy.

A/N: Do you like how every time I post a ‘one shot’ I add another eight hundred words? Eventually these won’t even be one shots lmao.

MASTERLIST | PREV | Three

The full magnitude of what he had done didn’t hit him until the next morning. Peter woke with a start, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a half-formed haze. 

“I tol’ ‘er em Spid-man!” 

“What was that, Pete?” asked Aunt May, who was unloading a basket of laundry onto his dresser. 

“Uh—nothing! Sorry, um…morning, May.” 

“You too, sleepy head. Get going, will you? I don’t want you to be late again.” 

Peter was anxious all morning. He sprinted to the train, to school, to class. Even when he was safely in his seat, five minutes before the bell, he couldn’t stop himself from twitching. What if she told someone? Would it matter? What if someone followed him back to his apartment one day? What if they found out who he was? What if May found out what he was doing? Shit, if May found out what he was doing he was so, so, so dead. No one could know what he was doing. 

The whole day, Peter kept expecting someone to point at him and say, “Look!” But no one did. He told himself he was being irrational. He hadn’t even told Yasmin who he was, just the name of the mask. There was no way she’d be able to recognize him. They weren’t even really friends. 

He kept an eye on the news as well, just in case there was any gossip. One of the local channels covered the break-in the next morning, but it was a short piece. There were a couple shots of the store, one or two of Mr. Delmar talking to the police, but it was all swept under a tight voiceover. Two robbers, one gun, apprehended by a masked individual before the police could arrive. No name, no sketch, and no mention of spider-webs. For the most part, he seemed to be in the clear. 

Still, Peter decided it was better safe than sorry. He skipped out on his trips to the Delmar’s bodega for the next week or so. It didn’t look like they were losing patronage anyway. Any time he dared to pass on the corner, the place was packed with customers. Mr. Delmar had the front door replaced the afternoon after the robbery, and the new metal stood out against the window frames. Peter could only imagine that he’d been explaining what happened all week. Everyone wanted to hear the story for themselves. 

Or maybe they just really liked Milo’s sandwiches. Peter didn’t want to be self-absorbed. 

The curiosity was eating at him, but he stuck to his decision to keep his distance. It wasn’t until one day when he was helping Aunt May with the grocery shopping that she made the decision to swing by. 

“I just want to get some ham,” she said pulling him into the store. “I know you usually eat at school, but just in case you want a sandwich or something…” 

“Ay, Ms. Parker!” 

Mr. Delmar was beaming behind the counter. He’d never bothered to hide his shameless flirting with Aunt May. May always brushed it off, saying that was just the way he was with people, but Peter had never seen him flirt with any of his other customers. Customers, Peter noticed, that were not flooding the store for the first time in days. It seemed like the crowds were finally starting to thin out. 

“Hi, Ricky,” Aunt Mat said with a smile. “How are you doing?” 

“No, no, no. More important question is how are you doing, bonita?” 

“Oh, stop. I’m good. I’ve been good.” 

Peter rolled his eyes, going to grab a bag of chips from the rack. He eyed the jalapeño flavor longingly, but stuck with sour cream and onion. 

“Now, this might be a silly question,” Aunt May started as Mr. Delmar wrapped her purchase, “but didn’t your front door used to open the other way?” 

“Yup,” he answered, irritation clear in his voice. “That’s what I get for hiring a rush job, I guess. Had to replace it last Sunday.” 

“Oh no! Why?” 

“Why? Didn’t you see on the news?” He gaped at her, almost affronted when she shook her head. “Well, someone tried to break in. Did break in, actually.” 

“Oh my God!” 

“That’s awful,” Peter chimed in, nodding. 

 “Well is everything okay? What happened?” 

Mr. Delmar leaned forward over the counter. He clasped his hands in preparation for his story. 

“So, Saturday night we’re closing a little later than usual, and I ask Yasmin to finish up for me—she’s fine,” he added at May’s gasp, “really, she’s fine. I get her set up, go upstairs to help Abuela, and then I hear this crash. Loud. So I call downstairs to her but she says she’s fine. Now, I knew she sounded worried—stressed—but I figure, you know, maybe she broke something. I’ll give her a minute or two to fix it before I go down and find her. And that’s when I hear the gunshot.” 

“They had guns?” May asked, horrified. “Oh no, Ricky…” 

“I go running downstairs. I grab my bat, I’m ready to go, but by the time I get down there, everything’s stopped. Yazzy’s behind the counter, temblorosa, and there’s three guys. One’s all red and blue—he’s got the mask, he’s got the gun—and the other two are in black, strung up in these spider-webs. And I mean up, like cocooned three feet off the ground.” 

“What?” 

“Exactly what I’m thinking. So, of course, I go to take out the guy with the gun, and Yaz runs up waving her hands. ‘No, Dad! He saved me! He saved me!’ Apparently he came out in the middle of the robbery, shot out these webs, climbing up the walls. Stopped the whole thing before I could even hit the stairs. Another one of those enhanced people, you know? Saved Yasmin’s life.” 

“Oh my goodness,” Aunt May sighed, hand on her chest. “Ricardo, I am so sorry. How’s she doing? Is she alright?” 

“She’s doing okay,” said Mr. Delmar, nodding solemnly. “I think she’d having trouble sleeping, but you know kids. She doesn’t want to tell me that. And when she’s awake she just won’t stop talking about this Spider-Guy.” 

“Well, he saved her life,” said May. “I don’t blame her.” 

“Y-You know that’s really crazy, Mr. Delmar,” Peter piped up. “I didn’t see anything about that on the news. Wouldn’t that, you know, be…news?” 

“You’d think,” he said, and jabbed a finger at Peter’s chest. “Everyone’s been coming in here, wondering what really happened. Not a peep on any of the reports. And you know what I think? It’s the cops.” 

“The police?” asked May. “They wouldn’t do something like that, would they?” 

“Course they would. After all that shit in Manhattan? That Devil guy, the Punisher? All makes people think they can’t trust the police. Like they don’t do a good enough job. Last thing they want is more people in masks.” 

“But—But this guy was just helping, right?” Peter asked persistently. “I mean, he—uh—it sounds like he just caught the guys. You still called the police, right?” 

“Yeah, I called the police. The Spider-Guy, he was…I don’t know. He was a little weird.” 

“Bad weird or just weird weird?” asked Aunt May. 

“Nah, nothing bad. But he didn’t seem like the big ones, you know. Sounded like he didn’t really know what he was doing either. He didn’t have a supersuit or anything, just like a little track suit with the face covered up. Wouldn’t take any kind of reward, didn’t want to stick around for the cops or help get rid of the robbers. Just took a bag of chips and skipped out.” 

“That’s totally weird,” Peter agreed, nodding sagely.��

“Hey,” Mr. Delmar said with a shrug. “Guy could wear a tutu if he wants, for all I care. Long as Yasmin’s alright and my store’s still upright. Hell’s Kitchen’s got their masked guy, and now it looks like Queens has got our own.” 

“God, I couldn’t even imagine,” said May, still shaking her head. “Peter Benjamin Parker, if you ever see anything like that, I want you to run as fast as you can in the opposite direction, do you understand? The last thing I need is to worry about you getting caught up in some robbery or vigilante or conspiracy plot or…” 

“No worries, Aunt May,” he promised. “I have no desire to be anywhere near a gun.” 

Again, he added to himself silently. At least any time soon.

They left shortly after that, heading home so they could put the groceries away and Peter could finish his work. The whole time, he kept playing the conversation over in his head, different parts sticking out to him at different times. Was he really making life harder for the police? Was Yasmin having nightmares? Was he doing more harm than good as Spider-Man? Was she really talking about him non-stop? 

It wasn’t a conscious decision. At the same time, Peter wasn’t surprised to find himself out that night, perched on the snow-capped building opposite the bodega. The lights were on in the apartment upstairs. Blue lights flickered through the cracks in the blinds, someone watching TV on the other side. A set of pink curtains glowed with lamp light, the yellow bulb making them red in the darkness. As Peter watched, someone pushed them apart, a silhouette with elbows propped on the window sill. 

A car passed, and for a moment, Peter could just make out her face. He could see what Mr. Delmar meant. He hadn’t seen Yasmin in days, but she looked tired. Peter wasn’t even sure what time it was. She just sat there, staring listlessly out the window. The only time she moved was when some kind of noise echoed down the street—a car horn too close, the slam of a dumpster in another alley, a cat’s yowl. Every sound made her jump a bit. Peter could sympathize with that, at least. It wasn’t always fun, being hyperaware of everything around you. With him it had been involuntary, a side effect of his powers. But after what happened to Yasmin, he couldn’t blame her. Slight paranoia was probably part of the reason she was having so much trouble sleeping. 

Beneath him, someone slammed their window shut. Yasmin flinched, and ran her hands through her hair. Then she froze. Peter looked around, trying to find the focus of her attention. Until she raised a hesitant hand and waved. 

“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” 

He considered ducking, considered sprinting off the other end of the roof and bolting it all the way home. But that wasn’t exactly going to change anything. He’d already been caught. It would look just as bad if he ran away after being caught, if not make it look worse. Besides, he reminded himself, his face was covered. He was Spider-Man, the crime-stopper, not Peter Parker, the awkward nerd. 

Uncertainly, he raised one of his hands to her as well. Any doubt faded away instantly as another car passed by, lighting up the smile on her face. 

Peter took a running jump, and flipped across the street. He landed on the wall just beneath her window. There was a metal grate on the street side—an empty flower bed that had never been filled—and he scooted up to fold his arms on it, his feet sticking to the bricks below. 

“Uh…hey there.” 

“Hi,” Yasmin managed. She’d clapped her hands over her mouth when he jumped, and had to lower them before she continued. “You kind of scared the crap out of me for a second.” 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to—you know, I wasn’t trying to be creepy by watching you. Not that I was watching you! Just that I was sitting across the street watching…the street…” 

“It’s fine! I guess that’s what you do, right? Go out at night and keep an eye out for trouble?” 

“Well, yeah. Sometimes.” 

“Actually, it uh…kind of makes me feel better. Safer.” She bit her lip, nervously winding the ends of her dark curls around her finger. “Sorry. That probably sounded weird.” 

“No, not at all. I mean, there’s a guy hanging from your window in sweatpants, so…I don’t think I’ve got any room to decide what’s weird here.” 

She grinned and relaxed a bit. Peter tried to keep his eyes from wandering into the room behind her. Her walls were a light blue, clothes and books scattered around the floor. There were a few band posters around the walls, and the yellow lamp that was still shining on her desk. When she leaned back from the window, he could hear the squeak of bedsprings. Her bed must’ve been pressed up against the other side of the wall. 

“I’m Yasmin, by the way.” Peter blinked at her as she continued toying with her hair. “I didn’t get the chance to say that the other day, with all the…guns and stuff.” 

“Right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Yasmin. Officially. And um, like I said—I’m Spider-Man.” 

He was not expecting her to smirk at that. 

“Well, Spider-Man, I think you kind of lied to me the other day.” 

“I…did?” 

“Well, you told me you were nobody, but as it turns out, you are all over the internet. I found like six different videos of you on YouTube—backflipping off buildings, stopping car crashes, saving cats from trees. And there’s a whole thread of tweets with people talking about this crazy guy that’s been doing parkour all over Queens in a red and blue sweat suit. Like, jumping-off-buildings and flying-through-traffic parkour. I even found a blog post where someone cut down the webs you left behind and they saved them. There were pictures and everything. Kind of crazy.” 

This was all news to Peter. Sure, he’d kept an eye on the news, on the trending topics, but seeing as nothing had gone viral, he’d thought he was in the clear. He hadn’t heard anyone talking about it at school, and he figured hallway gossip would be his first sign of trouble. Despite this, only one part of the conversation seemed to stick with him. 

“You Googled me?” 

Yasmin flushed. 

“Hey, a mysterious stranger in a onesie saved my life. I’m allowed to be curious.” 

“No, totally. I just didn’t realize you were running a background check.” 

“Shut up.” Her eyes popped wide and a hand clapped right back over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That sounded so rude. I just meant…” 

“Yasmin, it’s okay,” he chuckled. “You are definitely allowed to tell me to shut up.” 

“Right.” She shifted again, hugging her knees up to her chest. “So uh…what brings you back to the neighborhood?” 

“Well, I wanted to check on the store. Make sure those guys didn’t have any ideas about coming back with reinforcements. But uh…I also guess…I wanted to see how you were doing. Most people wouldn’t be great after something like that.” 

“I’m fine.” 

Peter hoped that his disbelieving expression could still be read through his mask. Yasmin must have gotten the message, because she sighed and pulled her legs closer. 

“I will be fine. As soon as I start sleeping again and Dad learns to trust me and things go back to normal.” 

“What do you mean trust you?” 

“Just that he won’t leave me alone anymore. I can’t open the store. I can’t close. I can’t run the register if there’s not at least one other employee in the room with me. And I get it. I don’t think I’m ready to be alone there either, but it’s—it’s everything else. I have to text him when I get to class and when I leave practice. Call with every change of plans if I’m going to a friend’s house. He’s even on my back about walking to school.” 

“Well it sounds like he’s just worried,” Peter reasoned. 

“I know he’s worried. I’m worried too. That doesn’t mean he has to coddle me every second of the day. Bad things happen sometimes. It’s not like getting robbed increases the chance I’m gonna get snatched off the subway.” 

Yasmin shut her mouth abruptly. Eyes squeezed shut, she forced a deep breath in and out of her chest. 

“Sorry. You don’t need to hear this.” 

“Hey, I asked. If talking about it makes you feel better, then I’m all ears.” 

“Oh really?” Yasmin peered down at him in amusement. “I didn’t realize therapy was on the superhero agenda.” 

“You didn’t? Shit. I guess I can’t charge you for this, then. Normally, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” 

Yasmin laughed again, the sound too loud at first. She frantically looked at her bedroom door, as if expecting someone to come barging in. But there was no movement in the rest of the house. Another thought seemed to occur to her. 

“Actually, that reminds me.” 

She rolled off of her bed, moving to grab something in a corner Peter couldn’t see. When she came back, she was blushing again, chewing on her bottom lip. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” she warned. 

Peter was about to ask why when she handed him a brown paper bag. The top was rolled down like an old-school lunch bag, and there was a poorly doodled spider on the front. 

“Aw, no way! Is this what I think it is?” 

He scrambled up the wall, moving to sit on the iron flower bed without invitation. He ripped the bag open, and inside was a pile of snacks—water bottle, apple, granola bars, gummy worms, jalapeño chips, even a few lotto tickets. 

 “I was gonna make you a sandwich or something,” she explained, “but I didn’t want it to spoil with the meat and everything, or if you even eat meat, or if I was even gonna see you again. And—wow, now that I said that out loud this whole thing just got even more awkward. Please pretend I didn’t say any of that.” 

“I don’t think I wanna do that,” Peter said smugly. “I think I’m gonna remember that.” 

“Smart-Ass.” 

“Yeah.” He rolled the bag up again, swinging his legs idly over the street. “Really, though. Thank you for this. I’ll probably stash it up on some rooftop for emergencies. Last minute snack reserve. Except the apple, obviously. But man, I love these chips now. I kinda just grabbed them on a whim, you know? I’d never tried them before, but they’re crazy good.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind. And if you ever want some more, um…you know where to find me.” 

Another car drove by, and Peter tensed. 

“Ah, I—you know, I probably shouldn’t. If I’m hanging out of your window all the time asking for potato chips, people are probably gonna start to notice. Then they know where to find me, and…” 

“Right! Oh my God, totally. I get it. You’ve got to stay undercover.” 

“Exactly, yeah.” He forced himself to climb off of the grate and back onto the wall. “I should probably get going. Try and get some sleep tonight, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will,” she promised. “And…thanks for listening, Spider-Man.” 

“You got it, Yasmin.” 

She beamed at him, and Peter quickly jumped off the wall before he could change his mind. He’d stopped by to make her feel better, and he had. Job complete. If he was going to keep being Spider-Man, he had to be smart about it. Don’t give away your identity. Don’t take the same patrol route every day. Don’t stay in one place for too long. Simple stuff. 

He just had to stay smart. 

FOUR

[plantanarchy]

so I saw @drowsymanatee‘s fish timeline and saw a few other people do theirs as well and since I have a similar “started from the bottom” type timeline, here we go

Under a cut because large images lol

Age 5+

My first childhood fish and first real pet was a comet goldfish won at a fair when I was very young. Obviously the care was mostly in the hands of my mom and she did decently well for the fish, I think. At first, he lived in a small one gallon tank with another goldfish and a bunch of guppies (not the fancy kind... just regular guppies). I have a picture of that somewhere but can’t seem to find it currently. But eventually, he got moved into a 55 gallon with various other goldfish and it turned out he was actually a decently fancy veiltail and he turned completely white and lived ~8 years and maxed at ~8 inches long in the body, nearly a foot with his tail included. He should have been in a pond and the tank was way overstocked with fancies and single tails with nowhere near enough filtration.

Age ~12?

I also had a fish that was “mine” for a while who lived in a 10 gallon tank outside my bedroom that I called “Neighbor Fish” that I think was actually a silver dollar. My mom had tried to set up a tropical community with fish her friend didn’t want anymore and Neighbor Fish was an asshole to the other fish (I don’t blame him) so got separated and lived in the 10 gallon until his heater malfunctioned one day and cooked him. No pictures but I technically was in charge of him for a while and would feed him (but didn’t do water changes) Poor dude.

Age 19

In the beginning of my sophomore year at college, my ex and I decided to get two betta fish together. We kept them in one of those terrible 1/2 gallon “tanks”. They were named Michael and Lucifer because we thought we were clever lol

My suitemate who kept a betta in a heated, filtered 5 gallon told me it wouldn’t work longterm and I’d need a heater at least, so I got one of those but didn’t get a bigger tank. Yeah, needless to say, Lucifer passed within a month and Michael looked like this:

He clearly has fin rot in this picture and is underweight, stress stripey and just awful looking but I had no clue. I was distracted by my friends and by my relationship and I did do a 100% water change every week or so, but mostly I didn’t pay attention to Michael at all... eventually, I got him an “upgrade” into a 1 gallon tank with a bubbler from Petco that was on sale... and then second semester sophomore year, my friend went abroad, my ex was busy with rushing a frat and I had more free time... and that’s when the special interest level of fish research began.

First “real” tank, February 2014

I upgraded Michael to a heated, filtered 2.5 gallon after reading a lot on betta forums. I was taking a break from tumblr at the time but I eventually came back on tumblr that summer and discovered fishblr.

Soon, Michael looked like this:

I was really getting fond of him and the difference was incredible. 

Second tank, March 2014

Within a month I got a 5.5 gallon tank and a second betta named Kaiju. It was hideous and had bright blue gravel and didn’t have a lid for a long time.

First divider attempt, 3rd fish

So yeah, like an idiot, I tried to divide the 5.5 gallon tank with a craft mesh divider. Didn’t go so well, both fish were very stressed and I returned my third fish, Kenway, but actually went back and rebought him a few weeks later. 

And promptly panicked thinking my parents would hate me for having three fish tanks (lol in retrospect this is hilarious), so Kenway lived with my boyfriend for the summer and got less than stellar care.

Third tank, 4th fish

So as soon as I got home for the summer, I promptly got a third fish anyway... I had never seen a plakat betta in person before and the majority of fish I’d seen were not that interesting color-wise either and Odysssey was just... a dream. He lived in a 1.5 gallon Tetra cube which I actually really liked the look of... but was far too small.

Also, Kaiju got sand and a lid and his tank looked no longer super awful except it turned out the sand I got was too fine and developed some wicked anaerobic bacteria smell and it was awful. I replaced it with black sand within a few months lol

Age 20, Junior Year 2014-15

So I went back to school with three fish, plus Kenway who I took back not long after coming back. Michael passed in September and not long after, I got my first female betta, Wyn.

These were my tanks at this point:

And Wyn, when I first got her:

Divided 10, January 2015

So I found a $5 ten gallon at Good Will over winter break and divided Wyn and Odyssey (which was dumb) with a DIY mesh divider (which was not safe) and lit it with an under cabinet light ducktaped to the wall (which looked hideous holy shit)

Second divided 10 gallon

Found a $15 10 gallon with an Aquaclear filter (my first HOB) and a hood so I upgraded Kenway and Kaiju to an equally unsafe and ugly divided 10 but at least it was slightly less ugly. 

Then, that summer I took all my fish on an 8 hour road trip to NJ to be babysat by roommate while I was in Europe? I’m not sure why that was necessary but ok

First single betta 10 gallon, July 2015

About a month after returning from Europe, Odyssey unfortunately passed away. I decided to keep Wyn by herself in the 10 gallon because she loved the space so much. And I got an actual light. Wyn had grown into a beautiful lady fish and she was the best and most precious thing in the world to me.

No more divided tanks, Octoberish 2015 idk

Kaiju developed a tumor sometime in the beginning of my senior year of college and as his swimming began to deteriorate, I moved him into his own 10 gallon. Despite his tumor, he actually outlived Wyn, who passed unexpectedly after a year and one month with her.

Kaiju just before I put him to sleep:

And my Wyn’s resting place:

I cried for days after Wyn passed and didn’t really want much to do with the hobby. I still had Kenway but mostly just maintained his tank and didn’t do much with him. He was pretty slowed down by his big fins and was going blind.

Age 21, February 2016

After a few months, I brought home Durriyah, a new lady betta and put her in a HIDEOUS 10 gallon by herself ft. return of the awful blue gravel

Age 22, still 2016

I graduated and came home with two bettas in 10 gallon tanks. Towards the end of the summer, Kenway passed away, and I got Zazzle. And then a month later impulse bought Buzz and set up the third 10 gallon and got a rack. My ability to not make tanks look like garbage had improved significantly.

March 2017, Planted, Community Tank and Exponential Tank Increase Begins

So this is getting long as fuck but ok, in March I got ~employed~ so decided I had money for trying out planted tanks. Bad mistake, 10/10 do not recommend for the sake of your wallet. I also got into a bunch of fish Youtubers and tried out some DIY shit and became way more present in fishblr but also branched out more

I also added a small school of 8 ember tetras in my 10 gallon tank with Zazzle

They did pretty well together!

One month later (after some rearranging and some plant death)

20gal community, May?? Idk what is time

So then the next big fish thing was my decision to upgrade the planted 10 to a 20 and start an actual tropical community.

Planted 20 when first set up:

Most recent picture of the planted 20 ft. dwarf gourami, harlequin rasboras, ember tetras, and horned nerites. I am very proud of this tank today and though I’m currently dealing with some illness and lots of algae, it is eons better than my beginnings.

Some other stuff happened with my tanks within there but all that feels too recent to really talk about. Currently I have six bettas and 8 tanks overall. I continue to learn constantly, especially about plants, filtration, and fish illness. My fish opinions have changed SO MUCH since I was a wee baby betta blog back in 2014 it’s ridiculous... and I thought I knew shit back then and would attempt to give advice like a dumbass. 

Important fish thing to remember: you are ALWAYS LEARNING ALWAYS. There is always something you don’t know or haven’t encountered. Most of the advice you’ve heard/give others will turn out to be bogus. RESEARCH ALWAYS.

 And it’s also ok if your tanks are hideous because pretty tanks can be very very expensive and I feel you, I was cheap as fuck for a long time. Your fish doesn’t care that you have rainbow puke gravel and ugly tattered plants. Your fish just want food and clean water and not much else. 

Take risks, do your research, and branch out. Keep what you love, not what other people love. My favorite tank by far is my snail tank full of pest snails lol My favorite fish is my ugly, plain looking female who hides 99% of the time. I have been keeping fish for over four years and have made MANY mistakes and had a lot of ugly tanks and setbacks and times I almost quit. 

I have spilled a lot of water on stuff I shouldn’t have spilled water on. I have ended up with lots of sand in my bed and on my floor. I have gone through more towels than you can believe and blown a lot A LOT of money on nice pieces of wood and weird sponges and rocks. I can no longer sleep without the sound of a whole bunch of air pumps and filters. I wouldn’t trade any of it, even though I started off a bit rocky and almost quit after losing Wyn and would have way more surfaces and more money if I didn’t have fish. I can’t even imagine it though. My fish got me through a bunch of rough patches in college and tank maintenance has both caused me a lot of stress and eased my anxiety at the same time. 

Whew this is long please do not read this whole thing lawd

[bluegrasshole]

do all the get to know your author questions bc they're all good and i can't pick

ko…. you need to work on your decisiveness (but thank you)

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

i mean.. not really. i had decided not to write any more fanfiction to focus on an original story i started but then… i wanted to get used to the setting, work through some personal stuff… kind of warm myself up while still writing the other one… so i’m writing a nurseydex lighthouse story like i said i would

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

my entire fanfiction.net account is bad. so so so bad. and surprisingly recent. also i HATE my early zimbits stuff, but of course one of them is like my second most popular piece so i can’t delete it. like really hate. and it’s frustrating because i have good stuff from that time period, so i don’t even fucking know what was going through my mind.

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

chronological but i tend to go back and add things obsessively. i like getting the skeleton down first just to get the basic plot and know where i’m going, then i go back to add in details – the meat of the skeleton if you will… and you know i like details

4) favorite character you’ve written

any dex is my favourite, but also specifically jack from samwell gentlemen’s hockey because he cracks me up, and i really loved writing parvati in that one parvender piece. 

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

camilla? in strange lovers i didn’t even know i was writing camilla until i realized like 3k in that my character who i’d named millie and was blonde was in fact… camilla. she snuck up on me

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

oh… i do go back and fix things often (in strange lovers i went back to rewrite parts of ransom’s character and his role months after i originally posted it because i realized i had written some pretty shitty stuff regarding black men) but, meh, row upon row is always one i’d like… want to go back and fix, especially the rushed ending, but i can’t go back and change it now because it’s been read by too many people…

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

super embarrassed. only my best friend knows because she’s also a writer but i still don’t feel super comfortable talking to her about it. we’re getting there with each other. she doesn’t write fanfiction ya feel though i think she’s read some

8) favorite genre to write

lmao idk i like writing comedy but plot is hard so i don’t often do it. character studies i guess, AUs, angst

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

music, and listening to people tell stories about themselves or others, just being around people is inspiring to me. i recently went to a show that was a mix of folk music and storytelling about prince edward island? and it was incredible i left there feeling so invigorated

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

i do most of my writing in a café a minute from my apartment, with or without music depending on if my wireless headphones are dead or not, always w a blended matcha latté

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

oh man. i mean since i started writing in like, 2010? i mean, everything, obviously. but since 2015 – christ. still everything? well, definitely verb tenses/points of view/epithets/general structure and technique, definitely better at rhythm though that took some serious work and a couple stories focussed solely on rhythm and flow. i think i’m much better at nuance now – weaving different themes together to make at least a semi-coherent story… and general prose, i think. finding a balance between minimalism and appropriate imagery. i’m more comfortable playing around with grammar then i used to be. idk, i think my voice has just overall developed into something clearer and distinct from others.

12) your weaknesses as an author

plot and dialogue-heavy scenes. i like writing dialogue and i think the lines themselves are good usually, i just have a hard time, like finding the balance between dialogue, dialogue that has to accomplish something, and prose. and writing a neat point-a-to-point-b plot is a losing battle

13) your strengths as an author

i’ve been told setting, and i think that’s about right. i get obsessive about crafting like, a complete world where it feels like there are things that happen outside of the plot and the main characters. building fucking lore into the setting is the most fun for me. i think the details make the story.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

heeeelll yeah

15) why did you start writing?

idk i spent a lot of time on the internet and all the quote unquote cool kids were doing it. i was in a RP where we were all pretty close friends (still follow them on all social media including fb) and we just like, wrote each other fic. i was pretty good at writing before then (for a kid) and even was runner-up for a national award or something in grade six? i barely remember what it was for but i do remember the piece was called “autumn’s opus” and it was comparing the seasons to an orchestra or a piece of music idk. it was pretty killer for an 11-yr-old if i do say so myself

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

oh i don’t know about haunt but i do get sad about jack and kent all the time

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

read your dialogue out loud to see if it sounds natural (it probably doesn’t) and put dooooown the epithets. it’s lazy writing and you don’t need them. and reread reread reread reread. in different fonts, different colours, on differents days, out loud, by different people… reread!!

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

absolutely anything by fluorescentgrey but especially her historical AUs, familiar’s character designs and rawness, waspabi’s dialogue and humour, montparnasse’s prose and tenderness, misandrywitch’s everything, and this piece which inspired a tattoo and pushed me to start experimenting with my own writing a couple years ago… among many others

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

oh i usually just give up halfway through that’s how

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

usually i go to the café and sit for like 5 hours and if i get a few hundred words out of that i’m happy

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

ugh it’s so bad and shitty and i hate it all

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

well, yeah. i don’t like writing about religion so i just… don’t, much. strange lovers had the most religion of anything i’ve ever written. and i’m cautious about writing about race though i’ve done it a few times… i don’t super like writing traditional coming-out stories because i just don’t care all that much so i’ll usually twist them around somehow if they’re necessary. 

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

all of my life experiences inform my writing. that’s not me being facetious i just mean that i really like listening to people tell stories and telling stories myself and gossiping etc that i think it’s clear that i prioritize that in my writing

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

ah yes coal mining in 20th century nova scotia lmao

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

the very first paragraph from my nurseydex wip: 

There are days where you think you could lose yourself in the fog and there are days where you wouldn’t mind. When you wake and it’s there eating the world up, surrounding it all like a living thing, voracious, and it’s even hungrier at night, and the only thing that reminds you you belong to the earth and are tied to it like the oldest and most solid daybeacon in the harbour is the horn, loud and long and haunting and filling. And the light. The light, the light, always the light.

[deukaeloveclub]

SONG: I was also not sure what to expect I was curious what different genre they would go into while maintaining the badass feel that has been successful for them but, they’ve really found their sound. The drop was totally unexpected but good. My first thought when the song started was reggae? Those horns remind me of like car horns or fog horns rather than like brass horns. But yeah some sort of industrial horn with some crazy filters. They use some pretty unique sounds/synths like none of them have reminded me of anyone else. What I like about this instrumental is that it’s never doing too much? It’s never really busy but it’s never too sparse. It’s (relatively) “simple”, I think there’s like around 5 synths/sounds at most going on at once and I think part of why they can do that is they are harmonizing the most we have heard them in any of these badass songs (Hobgoblin, Black Dress, No) This song relies less on the beat to carry it. Even with the instrumental being so minimal the song the producer still managed thin and thicker the instrumental throughout the song (props). I like that Yeeun’s switched up her rap cadence in this song. I think this is vocally their best title track because it highlights each member’s voice so well. Also idk if it’s just me but Eunbin singing really improved? Yujin in the bridge? *chef kiss*. They literally also sound so great tho. The repeat word chorus doesn’t bother me too much. I prefer it over a totally instrumental chorus.I know what you mean about Seunghee singing!!! HER PARTS were so great and I really feel like it suited her voice. And not just that but I can hear her in the back a lot ad libbing and harmonizing throughout the song 😭😭😭😭

DANCE: I love me some center Elkie. And they start off making some beautiful pictures. Whew, they dropped it low and picked it back up in canon (and the hair flip). The choreo when Sorn is center is like mesmerizing/alluring. Oh that move where they gesture at their face is familiar they did that in another song too. The picture when the instrumental is clock ticking is nice. There’s one move during Yeeun’s rap that I really love but I don’t know how to describe it. They’re making a lot of nice pictures which makes because the lyrics are talking about beauty. I love the choreo in Elkie’s second center part even more than the first. (sidenote: seunghee hitting notes live :’)) There’s a lot of leg and hip happening and it’s ... a lot.

VISUALS: Elkie was surrounded by elks :D we love symbolism (i already had a high elf elkdong idea and this only makes me want to develop it more). Also you right the lighting was amazing I hope she took lots of selcas to release later 😋 Is it just me or does Seunghee/Sorn set remind anyone else of the rotating Pepe set? Yeeun was holding the hand from the clock! If you notice when she has the red thing in her hand the hand on the clock is gone! Seunghee staring at a girl again 😏but seungyeon as venus? fair analogy. That woman is like beyond gorgeous. Seunghee looking royal but also v gf-like in that big yellow chair 😔Eunbin was feeling it in her solo shots. Sorn Yujin.  I love the first group shot where they’re just sitting in their uniforms staring at the camera! Oh the transition from the uniforms in the green well lit room to elkie’s white well lit room is very nice. I love the different crowns they have. The black out fits are good. Oh is the ink/paint covering the venus painting a callback to black dress when they poured paint on a venus bust? Yeeun on top of the clock is a visual! Oh rewatching it I’ve realized the darker uniform group dance shot is the same room as before but now it has a totally different vibe! Good set use. Also the solo closeups in the uniforms 😭😭and anytime Elkie and Seunghee shots are back to back 😭👌🏾😭👌🏾

THEM:

seunghee: period. I feel so well feed :’)

seungyeon: always trying to break necks (and succeeding)

yujin: was up front a little less but every time she was she slayed. we love a lead dancer

sorn: that black crop top and high ponytail? rest. I absolutely adore her hair color right now

elkie: after letting me chill a bit in NO she came back to attack me. Her shots in the second half esp, who is she looking at like that?

yeeun: this child has never not looked amazing and again i really liked the switch up with her rap

eunbin: I have to agree the confidence was overflowing. Go ahead maknae!

Han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on CLC’s “ME(美)”

aka im literally just being a LOUD CHESHIRE™ ON TEXT POST

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I can't tell if ".________." means you'd *like* an ask for it, so no pressure, but if it DOES I'd give an eyetooth to see a DVD commentary for "a double dream." Or the second section of "all they had to lend," if you'd rather a more recent one. *baits breath*

I’LL DO the second section of “all they had to lend” just because “a double dream” is kind of long—if you want to pick an excerpt though? .___. does indeed mean i want asks for this, I’m just. ashamed.

Vingilot’s oars worked stiffly in air. Vingilot’s sails were not savaged by the winds that worked on Elwing; Vingilot seemed rather to feel that changeless wind which fills the moon’s trim crescent.

blah blah blah I like ALL of Tolkien’s ridiculous [x celestial body is actually a boat] suggestions. Did he ever actually mention Tilion with a sail? doesn’t matter. I’m unstoppable.

By a miscalculation she shot past the railing and had to alight, from above, on the bow.

…I love writing flying. I’m bad at it, but I love it: 3D maneuvers! Wind texture! I should do a fic where she takes Elrond on an aerial tour and Elrond is like, half-dead with terror but VERY EXCITED  

“I don’t remember commissioning a figurehead,” said her husband. He planted a hand on her foot, but made no other move to steady her. “Who carved you?”

dirtbag Eärendil. I don’t think I planned this before I started writing he just. Came to me.

“I—I was a birch tree, in Doriath’s woods, and I have greatly fallen in station,” she said, trying not to laugh. Her wings beat time to the hiccups she suppressed.

“Elwing obsessively namechecking Doriath,” check. “Elwing managing to do it frivolously and casually”: a first for my fic??

Her husband frowned. His hand crept to her ankle. “You’ll have redress. This is the West. Yet whoever he was, he must have been a fair craftsman: and so, your legs… ah!” He fell away from the kick, coughing his laughter. Incensed, she hopped down to give chase.

A lot of the flirting here was weirdly utilitarian, in that I felt like I was ticking these boxes of… you know…

– “Eärendil and Elwing both subsurface uneasy about the success of their errand, it comes out most when they’re comfortable + happy + joking around”

– “Elwing assumes the discomfort is her fault! Eärendil is passive-aggressive”

They were busy while the ship, of her own genius, laid anchor like Arien in the sea; busy when fishermen came to fling sweet wreaths and shout, because without Eärendil to pilot it, the ship made port near a Teleri settlement, north of her tower. At last a pounding on the cabin door roused Eärendil, who woke her carefully, with a touch on the wrist—as though it mattered now if they made noise.

“because they were having horrendously noisy sex before” SEEMS to be what I was implying?? I can’t remember. I’m not sure I picture them as a loud sex couple. On the other hand, it’s funny.

In their hurry she ended up in his tunic, while he went shirtless to the door. She had time to lace her sandals. Eärendil adjusted the Nauglamír from where it had slipped over one eye, and slid back the latch.

I do remember being set on “Elwing makes Eärendil wear the Silmaril during sex.” Look, small pleasures. Is that weird if it’s alive?

The fishermen carried her out and carried Eärendil out on their shoulders. They tossed him after her into the stinking dinghy, then jumped down themselves, with very little discussion. It was night faster than night had ever come in Sirion. The Silmaril paved the water with silver and gold.

I like the blocking here, I wish I’d spent a little more time on it; I was pleased with the image of them rowing away from this half-submerged spaceship (technically!) 

Then on the pier they must all drink to the departed fleet, and weep for those who would come home from the Halls and not the sea. Someone lent Eärendil their black cloak, saying, wisely, that he must be chilled. Elwing ate shrimp, and piled up shells in a glassy heap, and drank sparingly. The headache from the feast was not quite cured, and it came and went with bright evenness, like it took what it was owed—just half of time. Eärendil, noticing her silence, offered her the Nauglamír. After a minimum of protest she let him transfer it to her neck; its weight sharpened the pain to a cruel point, then plucked it out, leaving a fuzzier, enduring warmth.

Again I feel like I was kind of rushing to finish here because I really liked the first half, which I wrote in one sitting, and I wanted to show it off—I mean, uh, you know, artistic motives, something something something. But I like the quick setup strokes, I think I just didn’t do enough food description. I should write more about food, that’s the only thing I really enjoy reading about so it’s pointless for me to devote time to the other senses.    

The Silmaril plastered the pier with fine snow. In the alcove of its light, smoke from the brazier hung as rags, and the coals glowed almost pink.

But I like this anyway.

“I have a brother,” said the man opposite Elwing, “who has a wife. She goes to fight. He promised me he would not leave the ship. Do I believe him?”

“No,” said Eärendil, sounding apologetic. He had an arm over Elwing’s shoulder. “Your brother will wait till the horn is sounded and leap over the side. He’ll run through the foam and say to his lady, ‘I fell overboard!’“

I think Eärendil only learned about passive-aggression recently, but what he lacks in experience he makes up for in eager vigor. etc.

“Do you get along with his wife?” Elwing asked.

Elwing on the other hand is an untaught natural. (and concerned with these issues of permeable identity borders and inescapable Noldor kinship, etc., etc., but mostly these asides just COME to her)

She was drowsy and leaden, plagued by untouchable hunger. The absence of pain clasped her throat, scratching her with gold links. She wasn’t drunk. But she had Eärendil by her, and the Silmaril on her breast. When the fishermen had had enough of their own clear liquor to make requests, she sang a canto of the Lay. Lúthien before Morgoth.

In retrospect I should have done more Lay summary/recap here, and telepathic blossoming song-images, since it’s what the genre is for. Though I wonder if those effects apply less to the singer, especially if she’s one of the peredhil. 

In eagerness she misplaced a verse, and told how Fingolfin rode over Dor-nu-Fauglith. “In overmastering wrath and hate…” but no, no, it was her grandmother, Lúthien, who wore the demon’s skin and flew. She could salvage that. She went from Fingolfin’s challenge to Lúthien’s lie, binding together two broken couplets.

Elwing loves Lúthien’s story; temperament-wise I would say she’s more Beren’s granddaughter than Lúthien’s, which is of course one reason Lúthien’s story is so important to her; as duelists facing Morgoth go she has more in common with the Noldor’s most famous berserker. One difference: her cause was better and more just than Fingolfin’s (LOVE YOU FIN)???

At midnight the fishers went singing and rowing away to the cluster of huts on the headland. Elwing heard the enchantments of Lúthien fitted, first with caution, and then with increasing creativity, to a drinking song—though the words were archaic, to her ear. A tumbled version of Eärendil’s mother tongue.

She was listening with interest; and then she had jumped to her feet. Why did she have to go? She ran up the length of the pier to the beach, heard her footsteps, and ran faster. She would have taken flight if it had occurred to her, but the stars were out, and Eärendil ran behind her, so she had no wings. Her hair swung over her face. Ticklish, dyed muddy red by the jewel; suppose she lay hidden in a deep brake of reeds, while hunters made old music.

This transition doesn’t make a ton of sense, I think, but it’s meant to be the like, Telerin Quenya triggering a flashback to the sons of Fëanor and their followers in Doriath; I feel like I had a chain of reasoning about why people in Aman would generally speak Sindarin to Elwing and Eärendil rather than Quenya, but I can’t remember what it was. Maybe that by this point victims of the Second Kinslaying would already have been released from the Halls of Mandos, so Sindarin would have spread to settlements in Aman? idk.

She fumbled at the Nauglamír’s chain.

Eärendil came and stopped her, and helped her. Throughout she could not tell him why she had to have it off: she could not be found, could not be caught with the light. She was its protector. Eärendil kept one hand on the side of her neck while she spoke. He gathered the Nauglamír idly in the other, like a torn scrap of mail.

This part was very painful in my head and I don’t think I really got down what I meant, which is, Elwing thinks she has to lose anything she wants to save. She’s wrong, at least!

“We should go back to the tower,” she said, losing the thread of her long explanation. “Olwë gave me a stone—you should see it. We can speak with the host. Not—Finarfin, right now, perhaps—but someone must stand watch.”

He said, “Would you like to fight?”

She tried to understand. Her panic had almost subsided, though it rose and fell with the hissing from the waves. Eärendil seemed sorry not to have made himself comprehensible; he took the corner of his mantle and draped it over the Silmaril, and the Silmaril, obedient, drew half its light out of the air. What was left had a shape. It flamed in pieces on her face. It made a prism of her lashes, radiant and alive. Eärendil put his other arm around her shoulders. He pressed his cheek to her cheek, and rubbed between her shoulderblades, away from where her wings would sprout. His fist with the stone he laid over her heart, as a friend seeking entry.

“knock knock” “who’s there” “your extremely troubled heritage”

Finally he pulled away. He smiled at her in a way that meant he had solved his trouble, and yet doubted himself. But he looked at her longer and the smile disappeared, it became just the forgetful pleasure in a smile—pleasure graven deeply on flat calm. He said, “What I do, you do. So do you want to fight?”

It was as though they had a secret language, which she had neglected to learn. It was like nothing he had ever said to her. Not when he left, or returned from his voyages, and not when he asked her to stay aboard the ship, lest she be killed.

Then she remembered. It was used by the twins. When they were separated by sickness, or a parent’s unreasonable whim: what I do, you do.

She and Eärendil were not clear of the tide. A wave crashed down, spray raining onto their heads. She could not think how to tell him he was ridiculous. (”Yes. Of course we will fight.”) She saw for the first time that in the future their lives would be better; she would have peace, or have it longer, and he would be less patiently afraid. She covered his hand with hers and tugged aside the mantle.

The darkness, with the roar of the sea all around them. The Silmaril whitened her chest from inside a ring of red. Red for a warning—she liked that the Silmaril still flashed its warnings. Any word to steer by, in this unending storm.

…I still like this fic a lot. I like Elwing and Eärendil taking solace in their kids, with nothing else left to do for said kids—though at some point I do plan to write it the other way around. They don’t get the chance to raise the twins, but there’s also no wrenching the amazement and sense of privilege away from them? SIMILAR TO their relationship to changing the world    

[crow-caller]

all the oc question because what even is sense of scale. (or, in case you do happen to possess a sense of scale: 2, 11, 20, 21)

you gotta live life fast and hard

a l l

you can use my /ocs page for background LORE

1. who's your favorite oc?

it’s michael. WE ALL KNOW THIS

it’s michael.

he’s terrible but my friend and I love him

2. who was your first oc?

I suppose Asterix? Counts? I’ve revamped her into ASTER but she was technically an OC back in the day, even if I did nothing with her but... imagine

here she is:

she is... well, she was a total mary sue type. oh my. had red hair with blue tips (or vise versa?) naturally, her mom tried to kill her but a kyogre saved her life and she grew up with team magma as an admin (her dad was leader) but her mom was an admin of team aqua. and she was raised by the legendary pokemon who could turn into human forms, and Ho-Oh was a god of the universe and took her under his wing...

and then she became a god thanks to genetic experiments and got her own planet and traveled the galaxy saving alien species from planets that were about to be destroyed. also preforming experiments on human children. she had tons of kids and they were all girls.

she also could turn into a purple wolf with black wings and feathers in the fur...

3. how many ocs do you have?

I did a count and I think like exactly 50 technically. most are termi, AR has 4, GA is like 8, MSQ is like 8

4. have you kept all of your ocs since the beginning?

Funny!! I almost always forget... about this but there was a character who was CUT from terminal!! both my head lore and like the book. Two charas were cut from book, actually: Roy (a conspiracy freak/revolutionary Mannie runs into and used to be friends with) and Tom (Christina’s younger brother, who lived with her on Earth). Tom was someone I just realized wasn’t needed, never showed up, never did anything, and didn’t like. Roy was a minor part easy to cut.

but most of my OCs... like I said, MSQ is a revamped ‘tales of asterix’, so most of those old OCs have been reborn. A few didn’t get a chance to show up in MSQ but if there was a sequel, they would (Yggdrasil, Mary, Chaos)

I’m gonna mention it next Q but I had a fandom OC once too.

5. are any of your ocs based off of a show/book you like? if so, who?

I don’t really do fandom OCs!! I never write fanfiction or anything.

the MSQ charas mentioned above: like I said, MSQ used to be a crazy mary sue crossover adventure I lived in my head, so while the new charas are quite diff from their canon ones (enough that I can change the names and promise nothing is being stolen), Yggdrasil is from Tales of Symphonia and Chaos is from sonic the hedgehog. They were both OCs of mine in that they really had limited connection to canon LOL.

I also used to have an invader zim oc?? Her name was Kalat and she was weird I guess? I don’t remember much, I do have some DOCs about it. she was an idiot who wanted friend- HEY WAIT A SECOND

6. what is the species of the majority of your ocs?

Because of Termi, the majority is certainly demon! I like angels waaaay more than I like demons, but termi takes place in hell, and most of the cast is demons. I have minority humans, actually. MSQ has some gods/aliens, but it would go Demons Angels Humans.

7. are any of your ocs an original species? if so, what's the species and who?

Not really. Only one would be Ikina from MSQ, but they are still based on... they call themself an ‘incubus’ because they are a sex-fluid shapeshifting creature which is energized through sex (and steals energy through their partner).

8. if you can, draw (oc name)!

heres an old doodle I found.... it is OBSCENE (iofiel holding hands with maalik)

9. write a few sentences as (oc name)!

People always seem to forget that I’m the center of the goddamn universe.

That’s just a good line. This is a tough prompt IDK what any of my OCs would say. I need context.

“hi my name is iofiel angel of beauty and I love friends I just want to collect as many friends as I can have, and hug them, because friendship is magaical and fun”

10. are any of your ocs part of a story? if so, what is it about and who's in it?

TERMINAL TRILOGY is about mentally ill people being dicks to each other

MSQ/THE ASCENSION is about a very nonplussed kid being made into a god against her will

GA/GOOD ANGEL is about an angel who just wonders, why can’t we all just get along?

AR/ANGEL RADIO is about one girl who is very, very alone, except for the weirdo aliens

11. do you have any twin ocs?

Just one! Michael and his sister Lucky.

I don’t think I’ve drawn Lucky in a long time, not digitally at least. she has importance but is still very minor.

Chrstina is part of a set of triplets (two brothers, they are identitcal)

I don’t have many sibling/family relationships in general!

12. are any of your ocs siblings?

Michael has a big family: Gabriel, Raphael, URiel, and Lucky

Christina is from a set of triplets, also has an older brother and two younger sisters

Kell probably had an older brother

Umbel has a set of sisters as main characters, there’s siblings in Radicle too

13. what is the gender of the majority of your ocs?

It’s legit 100% an even 50/50. well, like 49/51, slightly more dudes, and there is one NB chara. I always feel like I favor men but it turns out it’s quite even

14. make up a new oc right now based on (concept/show/color/etc.)!

EFF OFF

I actually really need to make a new OC soon for a new project coming up... but btoh my potential choices I’ve been having a hard time being creative lately.

I think she’s going to be very average type, and it’s set in the real world too, which I’ve never written before? so it’s hard. good thing I like to steal from myself?

she’s very book smart but hasn’t done a lot. Got into an ivy league-ish school but isn’t like, amazing, just smart enough to have made it. Kinda rich, some connections, so she kinda thinks that’s why she made it. Wants to be weirder, do stranger things, but is very paranoid, anxiety.

but that’s so generic!!! so boring. I need to figure a way to make her more interesting. the story is about secret societies and demons N stuff. maybe I should make her more of a wild card and base her on the side of me that loves cults

that’s it. her secret obsession. her special interest: cults. she just loves conspiracy theories cryptids and CULTS. and ends up getting involved in real ones.

15. would you ever give up any of your ocs?

WHO IS ASKING

16. who is your oldest oc (age-wise)?

some of the MSQ ones are like immortal gods, so it’s probably.... Eii in that case.

Archangel Michael from GA would be about as old as the universe...

In Termi, one of the angels is likely to be about 230.

17. have you ever roleplayed as your ocs?

back in the day, I did have profiles! I don’t think I ever used them, but slightly before I began writing termi I wrote up roleplay profiles for Christina and Percy from Terminal.

Here it totes is (note it is all not that canon for termi now):

Name: Percy Gender: MaleAge: Very old, though his physical age is around 19.Species: Angel (Seraph)Appearance: Percy is tall and lanky. He has slightly curly blonde hair and unnaturally blue eyes. He typically will dress either in a terrible sweater-vest and shabby coat, and favors very plain clothing styles. He also hates tight or uncomfortable clothes. He needs glasses to read, but would never admit it. He is a seraph, the highest sphere of angel below the Arch-angels, meaning he has way too many wings. Seriously, who thought six wings was a good amount? He is capable of hiding them, and typically flies with just one set. They are also light minty green.Personality: Percy can be really arrogant sometimes. He looks down one anyone he considers less then him, but often more in a piteous way. He does his best to be good and responsible, and especially feels the need to set a good example for the other angels. He is very unfamiliar with most human culture, as he only just recently came down to Earth for personal reasons...History: He has always served the Arch-angels, and he is content to do so. He doesn't have much of a history beyond that, as that is all his life has every known.

Name: Cris (Christina) Gender: FemaleAge: 17Species: Demon (lesser)Appearance: Cris used to have long, fluffy blonde hair. Now her hair shorter, and bright red. Her natural form includes curly black horns, somewhat red skin and a small arched tail, but she is able to change to a human form for disguise. Sometimes if she's surprised she will revert to demon again, but is quick to fix it. She likes hoodies, shorts and stockings, often in a very cliche black and red. She also likes to tie her hair up.Personality: She's pretty chill most of the time, but is easy to work up. She gets very excited by her favorite shows and books. Cris has a bit of a self-esteem issue, and occasionally feels really depressed about it. She's also sort of a wimp. And she loves cats.History: Cris was a human who sold her soul, but she doesn't really remember much of her life as a human. She knew she was blonde, and she knew she made a wish for attention. Everything else is missing. She doesn't really care much, and sort of likes being a demon. Because she's such a weak demon, she isn't very good at combat, and her job is basically an office job. It bores her, and she wants to get out (into sales, preferably). I also have an old profile of a pokemon OC who was part of team magma, and named Mack. I love magma.

18. how many of your ocs were adopted from someone else?

NONE

I MEAN I STOLE ARTEMIS FROM MY BROTHER

19. who is your least favorite oc?

Uh?? MIDORI from AR I just plainly have never liked. And Senya from MSQ. I just really don’t like them, and not because they are total jerks.

Midori is a bit annoying, she was mildly a response to some tumblr stuff at the time, and is a weirdo, overly soft wiccan who just wants to put flower crowns everywhere... I am exaggerating but I don’t know, she never clicked with me

Senya didn’t exist in the MSQ lore, he just showed up one day and hijcked the plot.

mido

senya is on the right

20. which oc do you think has changed the most since you made them?

Michael I bet? He really wasn’t much of anything in draft one of termi, he didn’t show up at all, and later showed up but only spoke in questions, and was very annoying. over the course of radicle I figured out who he was a lot better.

Aster is a good example of someone who changed a lot too, but I don’t count that as much. Mannie went from an angry ranting fool to a sad angry ranting fool I guess

21. who is your newest oc? optional- doodle them to show!

minor character in evergreen (terminal novella)

22. have you ever cosplayed your own ocs? if so, who?

no, but when I put on a button down and feel very tired, I think that counts as a closet cosplay of mannie

23. which oc do you think has affected you the most as you've grown with them?

michael................ my boy. he’s just kinda picked up a lot of my problems (EXAGGERATED) and evolved to carry and represent and deal with them. as mentioned, he didn’t really matter until he did

24. have you gotten cosplayers of your ocs? if so, of whom?

who the hell can answer this with a ‘yes’

25. do you have any ocs that you haven't drawn/written as/talked about in a long time? if so, who?

HMMMM??!??

I don’t talk about my AR ocs very often, or my MSQ ones.

you know what was crazy in AR? Gav’s original name was Paschar. I don’t remember where I got that from, but I changed it like 75% through with the book. Frigging paschar.

Eii and Ikina (left, right) are MSQ charas. Eii is based on Mew, Ikina is from Ho-Oh. They are... quite different from the original pokemon basis, I am legally obliged to note, but just wanted to say.

Eii’s role in the story was a total surprise, and a weird one. Writing blind lends itself to some odd plottwists.