#if you wanna be real technical fanfic has never been free

[mannatea]

Fanfiction writing and posting culture has shifted so much over the last 20 years. Every time I read anything on r/fanfiction, not only do I lose brain cells, but I feel like a huge, huge part of fanfiction culture has moved toward reading only completed works and avoiding engagement at all cost, but particularly until a work is finished. There was a post yesterday by someone celebrating the fact that a fic they had on alert updated because it had "been so long" since the last update: it was a wait of one and a half months.

That isn't that long for a writer with a spouse and/or children and/or a busy career and/or someone busting ass at school and/or a life outside and off the internet.

While a lot of comments did chastise this person for their perceived idea of a long wait for an update, there were also a few comments from readers proclaiming that this was why they never read incomplete works.

Heck, there were one or two (upvoted!) comments about how writers should simply pre-write everything if they wanted feedback.

Don't get me started on the posts by people that read hundreds of fics a week and yet never comment. "Gosh, I wish I there were more fics for xyz." As if there's not something they can do about that by simply commenting on the works that do exist to show the authors the content they made has an audience!

As a fanfic writer specifically, I find this weird attitude toward the creative work of other people more than a bit discouraging (and sometimes deeply uncomfortable). Fanfiction, like fanart, is a social experience. I create a thing and then others engage with it to encourage me to do more of the thing. I am not a machine and I do not exist for your entertainment or pleasure, but the way fandom leans these days would lead you to believe authors and artists exist for the purpose of consumption.

I am a whole person and doing this costs me my time. For a long story, many many hours of time.

I don't think it's asking too much for people who took the time to read a story (and in particular those who enjoy it) to engage with it.

This doesn't even touch the weird "I only read completed fics" mindset and how it feels to see that sentiment echoed as an author.

"Just write it all in advance before posting it then." Do you even know how long it takes to write a story—to write a longform fic with a plot to completion?

Break Open the Sky was 102,000 words long (and this is short compared to a lot of longfics, so keep that in mind). Even if you assume a writing speed of 1,000 words an hour (generous, because some difficult passages will be much slower to write), that is a whopping 102 hours. That doesn't include the time I had to spend to go back and re-read to continue the story. That doesn't include outlining. That doesn't include note-taking. That doesn't including mapping out locations and distance for travel. That doesn't include editing or formatting to post, either, which took hours per chapter.

I have to sacrifice something else to be able to write. No video games, no movies, no books, no television, no nap, no goofing off online.

Comments become a big motivation, especially on a WIP. It doesn't feel like a waste of time then, to get a little less sleep or take a little less time for yourself; it gives the writer something to look forward to: interaction and socialization with fellow fans. And I don't think the cost is that high for a reader compared to the hundreds of hours it might have cost me to be able to show it to them in the first place.

But nope, r/fanfiction is really out there complaining that fics don't update (even though they didn't bother to comment) and that longfics aren't finished before they start being posted (even though they still don't comment as the story is being posted) and then complaining that there aren't enough fics for [ship]/[trope] even though they are really out there refusing to engage in fandom in a meaningful way that might encourage authors whose work they enjoy to continue to create.

TL;DR: creation costs time.

[fan-dweeb]

(large spoiler) Ever think that quirkless Keigo is just gonna keep going with his model career?? Like he's not a pro hero anymore, so he just keeps the modeling gig?? I wanna know your thoughts on this lmao

Hii!! Small disclaimer, I’m actually not caught up with the anime, let alone the manga, at all, so most of what I say is based on snippets I get from fanfics and meta lmao

Hmmm this is really interesting. Short answer: I think with the way that Keigo has finally been set free (symbolically with losing his quirk, and literally from the HPSC (I think)), he’ll probably stop everything else related to Hawk’s job as well.

Slightly longer answer:

From Horikoshi’s perspective, Keigo has already served his original purpose as a character so it wouldn’t really make a difference either way canonically. If he does intend to have those ‘5 years from now’ snapshot, I feel like Keigo will be overseas travelling or something rather than modelling though, if just to be consistent with his theme of being set free. If not as a personal choice, ‘do it for the plot’ lmao. I do mean this quite literally though, because now he’s got so much potential for the ‘self-discovery slice-of-life’.

,,,, but I personally think this is a bit of a cop out choice for Keigo’s future.

I’m not gonna be the analyst who says ‘he never had a chance to make his own choices’ because technically he did. This doesn’t mean he made a good one, but if you step away from popularised fanon, he did agree to going with the HPSC because he wants to be a Hero and not because of his mum. This isn’t so much that I haven’t ‘read between the lines’, but that he never once looked at his mum or made reference to what would happen to his mum if he followed the HPSC. Unless ‘reading between the lines’ include fabricating entire dialogues under an assumption that Hawks was suppressing his memories, I think it’s safer to assume he just couldn’t care less loll. But that’s the thing; his whole life revolved around Heroes, whether as Keigo or as Hawks. Now that it’s been brutally and suddenly ripped out of his hands and NOT in the form of death like he was probably expecting? He has to find something else to do, whether it be modelling or travelling or being a librarian or whatever,,,,, that is, if we make an assumption that he can’t keep being a Hero.

Look, we know he wants to help people. Some might even say he’s kind (that might’ve been drilled out of it by HPSC’s cold blooded training, but hey, maybe it’s just buried really, really deep inside). If we look at this not from a story writing perspective but purely from the character Keigo’s perspective (a bit counter intuitive, I know but bear with me), I honestly think at some point in the far future he might try to pursue a career in Heroism/ the police dpt / the fire dpt (hAH irony)/ some kind of physically-inclined job that traditionally seeks to help people. I think most people tend to stick to things that feel familiar with them even if it’s an unconscious decision.

So how does this link to whether he continues modelling? (because I’ve totally been building up to a point and not just going off on a tangent lmfao)

I think a lot of the fandom sees modelling as Evil, whether this be because of the horror stories of modelling in real life, because of an understanding of mutant quirk discrimination, wing kinks, and thinking Hawks definitely didn’t like being seen in that light, or because of some mixture of other reasons. And I think that’s true in the sense that it probably wasn’t what Keigo had in mind when he first signed up to being a Hero.

With that said, I’ve seen a particularly well written fanfic (I forgot which tbh) where Hawks is explaining the importance of modelling in promoting a sense of safety in civilians, especially for Heroes with anthromorphic quirks, outside of just gaining popularity. Which I think is a really fresh and extremely valid argument. As such, modelling could be a very nice supplement to him regaining popularity or at least, regain familiarity with both the general public but also his roots of inspiring confidence and safety if he decides to pursue any of the jobs I’ve mentioned above.

There is a counter argument, especially for Keigo being a Hero, that the quirkist ideas are so ingrained him (subconsciously or otherwise by the HPSC) that being a Hero again, or just doing any job at all without a quirk probably never crossed his mind. And if he wanted to keep up with helping people, there are a multitude of other jobs he could do. (Which modelling still doesn’t quite fit but ehh maybe as encouragement to/ empowerment of quirkless people?). But, I think this is a rather naive and simplistic analysis of Hawk’s and Keigo’s character of a person too deep into fanon.

If there’s one thing Hawks fans can agree on, please let it be that he’s really freaking complex.

He’s seen the worst and the best of society. He’d just about experienced every facet of society possible as a person in the bnha universe besides being an Average Joe. And now, he’s about to head into the small undiscovered area of quirklessness. (We as readers get a bit of this from Izuku’s POV, but for Keigo this is about as novel as it gets). Speaking as a writer, whether modelling is part of that experience remains entirely on what you want to explore with Keigo as a character.

Lmk what you guys think as well!! (in comments/ tags/ dm/ asks, all are ok :D )

(note: apologies for the barely organised word vomit and non-answer at the end, this was typed impulsively from my phone lmao)

[otp-holic]

Will this be the night? (ALSO IN A03)

A random piece of online advertising unleashes some movie memories of a Summer afternoon in 1932

1.5 Ks Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3) Silly drabble born from my love of classic movies... that ended up not having anything to do with classic movies.

BROOKLYN'S KING'S THEATRE

Poster for Cary Grant's Retrospective. Printed paper 2025.

A poster for the upcoming month long celebration of the movies of Cary Grant to be held in Brooklyn.

Bucky is not expecting a vivid memory of the past to jump at him from a piece of online location-targeted promotion popping on his phone as he and Steve are wandering around the neighborhood on a random Friday.

But the 21st century works in mysterious ways and Google is kindly inviting him to check “Cary Grant: A Celebration”, a month-long chronological retrospective of all his movies taking place at a nearby hipster cinema starting… in half an hour.

He beams as a long string of memories of the both of them in different afternoons and movies plays in his head; how they counted the cents for the admission price, and how Bucky learned to sneak into the movie every time that did not add up to two full tickets.

“Buck, you’ve been smiling at your phone in silence for a whole minute,” Steve interrupts his daydreaming. “Should I be jealous? Worried?”

“Sorry,” he answers, still smiling about the memories. “I think I’m leaving you for Google, they see inside my one hundred years old soul; But I might give you another chance if you don’t mind a change of plans for the afternoon.”

“Lead the way, but can you give me some heads up?” Steve chuckles, more than used to Bucky’s ways.

He takes Steve’s hand to direct them towards the movie theatre and thinks about how much information he wants to share.

Although he is the one who still relies on the comfort of 30s and 40s movies whereas Steve keeps getting bolder with his options, Steve has always loved Cary Grant and Bucky thinks he’s going to appreciate his choice since this particular movie has a history (sad history, maybe) for them, so he debates on whether to tell him or not.

“We are going to the movies. But the real ones, not that shit on Netflix you keep choosing,” he settles for half-disclosure.

“Damn, mister life in black and white strikes again. Embrace the 21st century, Barnes, I think you’ll like it!”, Steve laughs.

“Hey, I embrace it more than you do! At least I look the part of a mid-thirties man from it instead of a fifty-year-old hiding in fucking khakis. Albeit a very hot one, I’ll give you that.”

They both laugh. It’s not the first time these remarks fly between them and having a routine, running jokes, and running pet peeves is very soothing after everything they have gone through.

They’re getting closer to the cinema now, and Bucky can already see the Billboard announcing the retrospective and a small queue forming upfront. He takes a side look at Steve to see if he has noticed and he can certainly tell that his curiosity has peaked.

“Surprise! Call it a win-win, it might be up my alley, but you used to love Cary Grant movies,” Bucky smiles as they reach their place in the queue and glance at the program for the afternoon.

‘This is the Night (1932)’, the poster says, ‘Cary Grant's feature film debut on the big screen’

Bucky is deep in nostalgia, remembering a summer day of 32 when they were waiting in line for the same film and how the evening turned out, but when he looks in search of his partner’s reaction, it’s not what he expected at all.

“Steve, you ok?” he asks, worried at seeing Steve frozen in place.

Steve nods. His whole face is deep red, but at least he is responsive. He looks ashamed and Bucky is shifting from worried to curious.

“Jesus, this movie,…” he chuckles now.

“You seem to remember, then. I thought you might.”

It was not a happy memory: Steve had felt really ill halfway through, looking white as a sheet of paper and about to die on Bucky. They had to leave the unfinished movie and run home, as per Steve’s request. But as far as Bucky remembers, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Why are you acting weird? Oh my god, Steven, are you allergic to this movie?”

The silence before Steve answers is a little too long and the queue moves forward.

“Shit, this is not easy to say and I’m sorry in advance.”

“Duly noted, but could you try to explain? I’m lost and I didn’t expect a full-on confession of something to be sorry about when I decided to follow Google’s intelligent advice to an unfinished movie. I just thought it was a good excuse for a change of plans. And kind of closure.”

Steve takes a breath and starts talking.

“I wasn’t honest with you, Buck. Back then…” he stops, searching for words, nervously musing on his beard. “Ah, I cannot believe this hasn’t come up at some point, but there it goes. I absolutely lied to you that day: I wasn’t sick or half dying and I am very very guilty of using my poor health to run away from that place and that movie, but I did the only thingI could think of.”

Bucky is at a loss for words, he’s still deciding if he is angry, curious, or somewhere in between.

“But… but you were feverish and white as a ghost and you said you had palpitations!”

Steve seems to think for a moment again and the bastard laughs so loud they get a curious look from the people behind. And taking advantage of the queue moving up again, he gets really really close to Bucky who honestly thinks he’s going to try to kiss himself out of the situation since it’s a bulletproof strategy.

But he doesn’t: He goes for Bucky’s ear instead, and whispers.

“I had a boner like you wouldn’t believe.”

Bucky gasps loudly totally taken aback while Steve takes a step back and looks at him in the eye more amused and hungry than ashamed, but still blushing.

“But hey, not all lies! I was somehow sick. And pale since my blood was… otherwise occupied. And I was barely 14!”

Bucky laughs at the dork. His dork. But the information is still making its way into his brain.

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as it starts to settle, “You piece of shit, you pulled the poor sick child card when you were just plain horny. I was worried to my bones as we run to your home. Shame on you Rogers!”

“Me? It was your fucking fault! Yours and Cary Grant’s and your stupid grins and stupid chins, those clefts!” he’s screaming in whispers so Steve Rogers’ teenage boner doesn’t make it to the news, but he’s talking as if he was pronouncing an important speech to the UN, “What was a 14-year-old in the fucking 30s popping one upon seeing an actor who kind of looked like a very tall version of his very male best friend to do?”

He is about to say something, but Steve literally covers his mouth with one hand giving Bucky no other option but to stick his tongue and lick the palm.

“Gross, Buck. I’m not done!”, he dries his hand on Buckys’ shirt before he goes on. “I’m not done because as I was still processing all that, you kept brushing your goddamned hand with mine when you went for popcorn! Over and over and over. It was torture. I have palpitations now just thinking about it.”

Bucky full-on laughs. One of those real ones that come more and more lately and that he honestly thought he would never get to experience again.

They have reached the box office, so he doesn’t push it further. For now.

“Two tickets for `This is the Night´, please.” Bucky smiles at the box-office guy. “He is paying, tho. I paid last time we tried to see this one and he didn’t have the decency to stay until the end.”

He actually feels like a teen as Steve takes his hand into the theatre, as he very intentionally buys popcorn to share, and as they start full-on making out on their seats during the commercials once the lights are out.

“Wanna know another secret, Buck?” Steve whispers a few minutes later, eyes on the starting movie as he brushes Bucky’s hand with intention over the popcorn bucket. His flustered face and recently kissed lips bathed by dancing lights and shadows coming from the screen. “It’s a good thing we were already together in ‘38 when “Bringing up baby” came out because I was able to plan ahead and lure you into that memorable window fuck at our old apartment before the show, or we would have totally missed one of our favorite movies, too.”

Bucky hates Steve with the force of the universe. Or maybe not, but he’s not playing clean.

“Raincheck on the movie?” he manages to whisper back as he drives Steve’s hand to his already noticeable hard-on. Two can play this game.

“Oh, poor Buck. Do you have palpitations” Steve chuckles, lips wet on Bucky’s ear and gripping harder on his bulge instead of letting go. “Was that the memory of the window fuck? Or all the making out? Tell me so I don’t do it again.”

“You are a punk, Steve Rogers,” Bucky answers before standing up to leave, closely followed by a smiling Steve.

Argh, sorry for deleting and uploading again, but i had technical issues with this.... so here it goes again. I need to free myself from this one!

[numberonephantompizza1]

Poppy Fanfic: “Ask Her”

For context: This is a fanfic I wrote in order to join the Poppy Milk dev team and show off my writing skills. Since the callout at the time said we’d need to write a lot of sidequests, I wanted to ask the question of what a Poppy-centered side-quest would be like. I got the idea that it would be from an Asker’s perspective, and everything sort of came naturally after that. Even though I’m on the dev team right now, it’s not canon to Omega Timeline: Poppy’s Story and even has some inaccuracies that contradict canon. With that said, please feel free to read the story below the cut.

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You noticed something very different inside your room when you woke up. The lights were off and the sun hadn’t yet risen, but there was a certain… aura, coming from your door. You were filled with a certain trepidation, but… you approached it. It was hard to see in the light, but it looked… grey. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped through...

...and found about the last person you would’ve expected. The spitting image of Frisk - CORE!Frisk, that was, looking up at you, in the middle of a white void.

“Wh- You’re real?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I’m real. Have you been taking all this multiverse stuff for granted? Everything is real somewhere,” Core answered, simply. 

“I… I don’t… and you, me…” you panted, starting to feel a small panic attack coming on.

“Focus,” Core snapped their fingers, grounding you back in reality. Okay, this was happening now.

“Let’s get down to business. Simply: you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But we BOTH like Poppy. Poppy, my dear, sweet angel… has unfortunately recently come to the realization that Askers ALSO exist in the multiverse. And now she wants to do a ‘meet n’ greet’ with one of her fans. Trust me, I TRIED to talk her out of it, but she can be darn persuasive when she wants to be. And as you’re now realizing, that’s where you come in. 

“I wanna make you a deal. You play along with whatever Poppy wants until she gets bored of this. If you’re on your best behavior - and that means, don’t give her anything bad, don’t tell her anything you KNOW she shouldn’t know, don’t use any magic, and be a general good influence - if you play nice, in exchange, I will allow you to hang out with ANY resident of the Omega Timeline. 

“Want to spend a day full of wacky hijinks with a Papyrus, or even an Underswap Sans? Consider it done. Want to know how Deltarune Chapter 2 plays out ahead of time? I know a Susie with your name on it. Whatever you want, so long as you play by the rules, and don’t ask for anyone obviously ridiculous. So… do we have ourselves a deal?”

You contemplated that offer, and everything that was happening, trying to suppress your inner urge to geek out for just a few moments. The Omega Timeline, Poppy, and all the AU’s you could think of and more were real. And you just got an invitation to visit them.

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded excitedly, though your enthusiasm only seemed to make Core more anxious.

“Don’t make me regret this…” Core sighed, as the whiteness seemed to melt away into a cozy-looking house with wooden floors and lime walls, where you were standing directly outside of a white door. Core seemed to have disappeared.

Technically, there was nothing stopping you from exploring. So you did just that. You walked up to a shelf with some family photos. One was a photo of Poppy, Core, Dusted and Rust all together, in some meadow, looking happy. At least, you assumed Dusted and Rust were happy, they didn’t show up well on camera. There was another photo of Poppy alone, looking somewhat younger than she did on the blog, seated on a chair in a photo that looked far more staged. She held an actual poppy flower in her hand and smiled brightly.

You opened the cabinet doors, curious of what knick-knacks you might find in there. Some crayons, a few random glass cups, some art by 3-year-old Poppy that was so poorly done its meaning was hard to decipher, and a locked box. You reached for the box--

“Getting a bit sidetracked, aren’t we?”

You jolted up, and faced Core behind you. Even though they were child-sized, they crossed their arms with the poise and authority of a stern parent. You laughed anxiously. “Ahahaha… ahaha… ha……..”

“...Strike one.” Core said, and vanished. The meaning of that was all-too clear. Deciding not to dilly dally any longer, you went to the room you suspected to be Poppy’s, and knocked. 

“Just a sec!” Poppy said, and opened the door. She looked up at you, and gasped. “Wow, Granpa really did come through…!” She twirled excitedly. “You must be my adoring fan, aren’t you?” she asked.

You stared down at the girl in stunned silence.

“To be honest, I kinda figured you’d be some gray guy with sunglasses, but that’s kinda silly in hindsight. How you doin’?” She asked that last line in a mock accent as you continued to stare.

“Baby,” you said.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you quickly tried to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s… y’know, it’s great to be here…” You clasped your hands together, biting your lip. You were in an Undertale AU, faced with the AU granddaughter of another AU character. You still weren’t entirely over that. Was this fever dream? Fandom heaven, or fandom hell?

“I know! Once I heard you guys weren’t from the Omega Timeline, I realized I hadn’t met even ONE of my fans… even if you guys are super annoying some of the time.” 

“Uhhh, yeah…” you wondered if you should apologize on behalf of the askers who put Poppy in the hospital that one time. Then again, it seemed kind of awkward, and it might have been best not to bring that up while Core was watching, which was always. Looking down at the cutesy girl, it was almost tempting to pull her into a hug, but you managed to keep your composure. 

“I wanted to do something a little more special than just some sorta interview, though, because you ask me questions all the time anyways,” Poppy said. “Granpa said you’ve never been to the Omega Timeline before, so I wanna give you the big tour!” Poppy went to the door. “I’m gonna be outside when you’re ready!” She left the room.

Seeing the empty room in front of you, you were tempted to snoop again, but you’d learned your lesson after last time. You headed straight out after Poppy.

You couldn’t help but gasp in awe of the serenity of the great outdoors as you were beckoned to it. You’d been outside before, obviously, but everything just looked so… nice. The blue sky, the grassy grounds, the ornate buildings… you’ve seen this place in pixel art and a couple drawings before, but seeing it with your own eyes was another story. And the next thing for you to nearly faint at was seeing the Undertale characters running around, Sanses, Undynes, Frisks, even goat moms. 

Poppy smiled. “...It’s nice, isn’t it? I KNEW taking you on a tour was a good idea.” She smirked. “Now remember, just because this is a meet-up doesn’t mean it’s free, and there WILL be a fee at the end of our ride.”

“...Uh… I left my wallet at home,” you said, patting your pockets, “And I don’t have any, uh... ‘G,’ I think. Unless the G stands for ‘Gratitude,’ amiright?” you did finger guns.

“G stands for Gold,” Poppy corrected you bluntly, unamused. She returned to her chipper attitude just as quickly, though. “Now, let me show you around!” She led you down the street. 

Walking with her, seeing so many versions of your favorite characters in the flesh, walking around… well, the temptation to talk to SOME of them was irresistible, Core be damned. You did resolve not to go too far off-track, but you shared some words with the folks you passed by, Poppy thankfully stopping each time you did. You met two Frisks - one boy, one ambiguous - an Underswap Undyne, a human version of Toriel, and surprisingly, a version of Princess Peach.

You and Poppy approached an elegant fountain, stood upon proudly by a statue of a mustachio’d CORE!Frisk. “This is the Timeline Plaza! It’s sort of the local park, where people meet up to do... stuff. Just hang out. Make a picnic. Play ball. All that good park-y stuff, y’know? And there’s stores in all directions, so it’s pretty good.” She proudly showed off her home to you, with a smile.

You talked to more on the way to the next place. An Inverted Fate Papyrus. A weird Ralsei who said his name was “Noyno.” An Asgore wearing a hoodie, who you assumed was swapped with Sans. (Poppy did scold you a little bit for this, telling you that just because someone has a hoodie you shouldn’t assume they’re swapped. You apologized.)

“This is Grillby’s! One of them, anyways. The nearest one to my house. It’s pretty good if you want an OK burger. Sanses love the place, though. It’s… kind of unhealthy. And a little gross.” Poppy said. “Especially when they just drink… raw… ketchup.”

“Can’t handle a little ketchup?” you smiled mischievously. “We drink it by the gallon back in my universe,” you lied.

“...I really hope you’re joking,” Poppy said, alarmed.

“Am I?” you smiled brighter.

“...W-well, we’re not going in there, so you can FORGET about drinking that much ketchup!” Poppy said, afraid of the sheer power of your ketchup-drinking.

You and Poppy moved onto the next spot. You met an Underswap Alphys who seemed to be trapped in a red-and-gold palette. You met a robot dressed as a circus ringmaster, who claimed to be a Chara. You met a Dummy dressed in a Frisk shirt. (You didn’t assume it was swapped with Frisk this time, which turned out to be a mistake, because it was.) Poppy stared at you awkwardly now, wondering why you were talking to all these random strangers. Finally, you and Poppy reached your next destination.

“The theater! Where we show off all the greatest hits! Including MY movie, which, not to brag, but it’s--”

Except, you’d been distracted by a hyperdeath Asriel, and were ignoring Poppy for the moment.

“...” Poppy spoke up. “That’s what I don’t get about you.”

“Huh?” that seemed to wake you up, and you looked at her. 

“Everytime it’s always, ‘have you met Underswap Sans,’ or ‘have you met JangoTale Frisk,’ or some other weird thing. You always ask that. But… they’re just people. Why do you always assume I know some random Sans or Frisk or someone?”

“I…” you were a bit taken aback. “...I don’t… we don’t assume you know them, they’re just… they’re just important.” 

“Important?” She asked. “...I-I mean, yeah, EVERYONE’s important, but, I don’t really get what you mean…”

“They’re all--” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, think of everything you knew from the blog, and tried to actually talk to her. “...They’re like friends to me. Kinda.”

“...You guys are friends with them? I thought you were stuck in your world…” she frowned.

“No, it’s like-- I’m not ‘friends’ with Underswap Frisk, or-- or Storyshift Frisk, or Shifty or whatever, I’m just friends with… Frisk.”

...Poppy stared at you like you just said the ground was turning to jelly, or something equally bafflingly inane. “...I… think you’re confused. Look, sometimes newcomers struggle with this. Your Frisk isn’t the only Frisk--”

“I know! It’s… You don’t get it. This world, these worlds are so special and creative, and they mean a lot to me. I know we can be really edgy, and I know we ask weird questions about Dusted and Rust, but that’s all because… because...” you paused.

Poppy looked, seeming upset about hearing her siblings mentioned in the context of ‘edgy’ questions, not seeing what you were seeing. Core, standing behind her, holding up a hand signal.

The number two.

You were getting carried away. You overstepped.

“...Um… I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a hug as Core vanished. “There’s really no reason for us to ask those questions. We can just be dumb sometimes.”

“...” She hugged back. “Yeah, it’s okay. I knew you guys were super weird and dumb before I convinced Granpa to let you in here, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming,” Poppy smiled, regaining her confidence as you did your best to not be offended at being called weird and dumb.

“Okay! I think I have just one last stop in mind to cap this tour off on a high note! Literally, hehehe…” She giggled mischievously. This time, you didn’t stop to talk to others, following her directly as you approached a peak overlooking the town. For yet another time, and probably the last, you couldn’t help but ogle at the town’s beauty. “Pretty good, right?” She sat down.

“Ha… with all the climbing, I was worried we’d fall down a mountain,” you joked. Poppy seemed to roll her eyes, as you sat beside her. “...I guess I get how you can call this place home. I mean, once I stop nerding out, anyways. You don’t see stuff like this in my… reality.”

“Just gallons and gallons of ketchup, huh?” she commented. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah.”

And you two just stared into the distance for a while. ...She wasn’t just a character. She was a human being.

...Or, technically just a ‘being,’ scratch the human part. Still, you felt a bit desensitized to all this. And so did she. You related in that way.

“I can’t say you exactly passed with flying colors, but you fulfilled your end of the agreement well enough.”

Without any warning, you were back in a white void with CORE!Frisk, just like before. You almost forgot about the deal you made, what with all the time you spent with Poppy. You stood.

“Uh… yeah. So, my reward…” you drifted off, remembering the offer Core gave you. The chance to meet just about any AU character of your imagining… or at least, any that would be peaceful enough to be in the Omega Timeline. Which still left a WIDE variety of options…

Who did you want to see? What mattered most to you?

...

Thinking deeply… you told Core their name.

“...Oh. Really? Well, I guess it makes sense for you that you’d want to see them,” Core remarked. “I can’t guarantee they’ll give you what you’re looking for, but a deal’s a deal. Let’s head off.”

You and Core went somewhere else.

---

And that’s all she wrote! If you read this far, thank you. Working on the game since then has been fun, and I think you’ll like what we have in store. Until then, ciao.

[kittyprincessofcats]

She-Ra S5 E03 - Corridors

Sorry this one took me so long to write up. But even though it’s now been a while since season 5 was released, I still really want to finish writing up my thoughts on all the episodes, so here we go.

This episode. THIS EPISODE. GOD. I love it so much! I predict this post is going to be full of me gushing about how amazing it is. Also, there might be spoilers for the rest of the season in this post.

- First of all, I love how this episode begins with so many “oh shit” moments for you as a viewer. First you realize there’s no scene before the opening and you’re like “oh shit”. Then you realize it opens with a Catra flashback and you’re like “oh shit”. Then you see present!Catra looking down on her planet getting destroyed and then standing undecided between two corridors - one light and one dark - and you’re like “oh shit, guess we’re finally answering the ‘redemption or not’ question.” I love how it’s set up in a way that everyone knows within the first few minutes what this is going to be about and that shit’s about to get real.

- I also love that this season didn’t beat around the bush and did the redemption so early on. I was worried that we’d have to wait until the very end and wouldn’t get to actually see Catra work and bond with the good guys. And like I said before, all the groundwork for the redemption was already there after season 4, so I’m glad they didn’t make us wait.

- I like that Catra runs on all fours when she’s trying to be fast.

- I really like that first scene between Hordak and Catra. I generally think their relationship is super interesting, since they’re not as different as they think and they’re narrative foils to each other in many of the same ways that Catra and Glimmer are. And they’re in a very similar situation as Catra and Glimmer, too: They don’t particularly like each other and were fighting/trying to kill each other before getting abducted. But now they’re stuck on Prime’s ship with no way out, and are one of each other’s only reminders of their previous lives, so they still end up reaching out for each other (albeit in a smaller way than Catra and Glimmer do). I like how Hordak calls her "Catra", clearly showing that he does remember, and how Catra immediately recognizes him because of that and calls him by his real name as well (though she doesn’t realize what consequences that’ll have for him). I also like that despite their history, Catra tries to bring his memories back and tries to bond with him. I also find the line “It’s good to see a familiar face” interesting, since the clones all technically have the same face. (Basically, I need more fanfics about Hordak and Catra talking things out and becoming friends post season 5.)

- Bow being an exhaused parent who’s trying to keep Adora and Entrapta from destroying the ship is hilarious, but I also feel really bad for him.

- I also just realized that Bow, Adora and Entrapta are the rescue party, while the respective people they’ll end up with (Glimmer, Catra and Hordak) are trapped on Horde Prime’s ship... there’s fanfic potential in this.

- The entire talk where Catra and Glimmer bond over Adora - Do I even need to get into how perfect that scene is? “You’re lonely, aren’t you?”, both of them admitting it helps to talk to each other, them sitting back to back, Glimmer talking about her perfect day and Catra looking visibly sad when she mentions Adora, but Catra NOT lashing out and acting jealous this time but talking about her own memories of Adora, them bonding over memories of Adora - JUST YES. GOOD STUFF.

- “We’d play tricks on Kyle, stay up all night whispering about... you know, whatever.” And that was another one of those really strong Catradora hints. I didn’t pick up on Horde Prime’s “elevated heartrate” line in S5Ep1, but this line I did notice and it was my first “omg, this is actually happening, isn’t it?” moment. (Because I kind of just assumed that Noelle wouldn’t queerbait us and wouldn’t put in so many Catradora hints if it wasn’t going to happen.)

- Glimmer: “I’d do anything to go back and make it right.” *camera focuses on Catra’s sad face* Enough said.

- “There’s nothing for me on Etheria.” The fact that Catra was so surprised to even be asked what she’d be doing on Etheria speaks volumes, imo. She never considered the possibility of getting to go back there and never really thought about what she even wants.

- I love that Entratpa named the ship “Darla” and the other characters (and Darla herself) just go with it without even questioning it.

- “If I could tell you where Adora is, I would. She’s my enemy, I want her gone!” This whole exchange is so brilliant. Prime is such a good villain. I love how he sees through Catra’s lies right away. Also love how he refers to Adora as “your Adora” (he definitely low-key ships them). I also love how Catra is still trying to protect Adora, even when Prime sees through her bluffs. And that shocked expression on her face when Prime asks if she wants to be “free” of her feelings for Adora - poetic cinema.

- Hordak’s purification: God, this scene is so incredibly messed up and creepy - I love it! Starting with Catra’s worried expression when she looks at Hordak and how she angrily glares at Prime, how Horde Prime does the creepy face-touch thing, how Hordak looks back at Catra with this sad, resigned expression, the creepy clone cult with their glowing eyes and their chants, Horde Prime’s whole cult language (“suffer to become pure”, I mean, wtf?), how Catra’s so horrified by the whole thing and Prime tells her "Do what I ask of you” (the threat very clearly being “or I’ll do this to you, too”). 10/10

- Catra blushing as she brings Glimmer the cake... she is baby.

- “Adora’s on that ship, isn’t she?” This line gets to me every time. I already love how before this, Catra was talking to Glimmer quietly, trying to make sure the clone in front of the door doesn’t hear them as she tells her about the ship - but this line kills me every time. How Catra whispers it so quietly, how she looks so concerned for Adora, how you can tell in just that one line how much she still loves Adora - seriously, shout-out to AJ Michalka for how she spoke that line.

- I feel like everyone has already spoken at length about the rest of Glimmer and Catra’s talk, but seriously, it’s amazing. I love how Glimmer reasons with Catra and points out the flaws in her thinking, and I also think she really got through to Catra here. It might be the memories of Adora that finally get Catra to make the right choice in the end, but I think Glimmer’s words really got through to her as well. “Do one good thing in your life” - I mean, damn!

- I also just noticed that Glimmer and Horde Prime act as foils to each other in this episode as well, with how they’re both trying to convince Catra to make a different choice. Glimmer bonds with her over their memories of Adora, while Prime offers to “free” her of those memories. Glimmer begs her to not to sell Adora out and tells her Prime will just get rid of her, while Prime assures her she’ll be “raised above the other creatures of her homeworld.” Both of them at one point ask Catra what she really wants. (Glimmer: “If Prime captures Adora, he can use the Heart of Etheria to wipe out the whole universe. Is that what you want?” / Horde Prime: “ You will be exalted, raised up above the other wretched creatures of your home world. Is that not what you wanted?”)

- Adora hanging from a mess of wires and saying “I have everything under control” needs to become a meme, please. It reminds me of that comic where the dog’s surrounded by fire and says “This is fine”.

- That whole scene where Bow’s ranting at Adora and then Entrapta just shows up in the background floating around outside the spaceship this absoltuely hilarious.

- “I made spacesuits for us and then I fixed the ship from space. Where I am! Aahahahaha....” Oh, I love her. Poor Bow, though.

- How can Entrapta use a blowtorch in space, though? Like... there’s no oxygen, how can she... you know what, I’ll just stop questioning the science here.

- I love the whole suspense of Catra selling Adora out at first, then remembering their childhood and changing her mind - good stuff.

- Also, I’m not crying over that childhood memory, you’re crying over that childhood memory! Did you see how little!Catra blushed when Adora said she was always going to be her friend? And the music is their childhood theme from “Promise”. I also love the callback to “Promise” in general - back then, the memories were projected by Light Hope and pushed Catra away from Adora by only showing her the worst ones. This time, Catra is remembering herself, remembers Adora being there for her and decides to protect her.

- “I’ll never say sorry to anybody, ever.” Yeah, we’ll see about that.

- And here’s one of my favourite moments of the entire season: Catra visibly feeling guilty, remembering herself and Adora playing in the hallway, then that beat of music where she changes her mind and turns around. When I first watched this episode, this was the moment where I started so cheer and said “Well, finally!” Here we go on the redemption road!

- “I wanna do that one good thing in my life. Like you said. So... come with me.” That’s another amazing moment. And the music when Glimmer takes her hand... The entire episode from here on is basically just amazing moments with amazing music.

- “Are you saving me?” “Not you... Adora.” She did it for Adora... hold me. (I do think she also did it for Glimmer, though.)

- “Even if I sent her a message to stay away, she’d still come for you, that’s just how she is.” The heartbreaking part about this is that Catra genuinely didn’t realize that Adora would also come for her.

- “There’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me.” *cut to Adora*

- The whole scene where Catra saves Glimmer and sacrifices herself just gets to me every time. Starting with the music - it’s Promise, which played during the cliff scene in “Promise” (and will later play during Catra’s love confession in Heart Part 2).

- “Adora... I’m sorry! For everything!” 😭😭 What makes this scene work so well for me as a starting point of Catra’s redemption is that she was being completely selfless here. She wasn’t trying to gain anything out of sacrificing herself. She wasn’t asking for forgiveness, pity, or gratitude. She didn’t expect Adora to come back for her. She just wanted to keep Adora safe and let her know that she’s sorry. There were no expectations behind this apology or sacrifice. (And that’s not even getting into how she knew exactly what Horde Prime would do to her - because she saw it on Hordak earlier - and still decided it was worth it to save Adora.)

- “No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Catra! Come back!”  😭😭😭😭

- The spacesuit designs are so ridiculous, but I kind of respect the show for saying “Yeah, we know this will never look realisitic anyway, so let’s just make it completely ridiculous. Ab-window for Bow? Hole for Adora’s ponytail? Let’s just do it all.”

- While I love that scene of them catching Glimmer in space, I’ve got to say it kind of makes me anxious to think about how lucky they were here. I mean, Catra’s plan was a little dumb here, sorry. Imagine if Entrapta hadn’t fixed Darla in time and they wouldn’t have been able to get to Glimmer? Imagine if Darla had been too slow? If the teleporter had been faster? Or if Bow and Adora hadn’t had spacesuits? If Glimmer hadn’t been able to survive in space for a few ‘I’m still glowing green from the teleport thingy’ seconds before Bow caught her? This ‘I’m just going to teleport her into space’ plan could have gone so wrong, just saying. (Also, why didn’t she just teleport Glimmer to Etheria? Wouldn’t that have been easier? And safer? Though granted, it wouldn’t have made as good of a story.)

- “I think Catra saved me. I think she saved us all.”  😭😭 Yes, she did! That’s my wildcat and I’m so proud of her!!!

- Can we talk about Horde Prime tilting Catra’s chin up with his foot? Everything about him is so creepy and evil, I love it.

- Catra just laughing in Horde Prime’s face... honestly, what an icon. (I also love the “What did you expect?” line. I mean seriously - what did we as viewers expect? I’m pretty sure most people expected Catra to redeem herself eventually.)

- “It doesn’t matter what you do to me. Glimmer is gone, and you will never get your hands on Adora!” She loves Adora so much I 😭

Amazing episode. Definitely one of my favourites. There’s probably way more stuff to talk about here and I only scratched the surface - but this post is getting way too long as it is.

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40 Fanfic Q’s Answered

the server wants answers, and they want them now!!! from this post

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Smut and pining all the way. Also, falling in love via laughing

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Eh...I don’t think so, I’m always 100% self-indulgent, so what u see is what I want

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Anything that has to do w mega sadness, I just Don’t. I can’t write anything sad, and if I do, there’s certainly gonna be A Lot of comfort afterwards

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have 91 wips, motherfuckers!!! My latest wip is a daddy month fic!

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think, since I’ve been trying to be sparser in my words, I’ve been able to better emphasize what isn’t being said

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

No action scenes from me are ever good, lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was late at night, when he started to cry.

He didn't want to cry, but he did.

It's been years since he's last let himself feel, or was it since he was last allowed to feel?

He choked on his sobs, uncomfortable with his tears. He's forgotten how to properly cry. His entire body is shaking, and the connections between flesh and wire hurts.

He stops crying. He starts crying again.

This continues for another few minutes, until he feels as if he can't possibly have any more tears.

He wipes his face, pulls the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep.

(from Twilight on the Sea) I really like this bcus I don’t think I’ve ever really typed out crying in this way, n I tried to make it feel like it was a lot

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Cass was quiet for a moment. “... you know what? Maybe I’ll just go up there and surprise you.”

“If you do, then you already ruined the surprise, haven’t you?”

“Eh, I dunno about that. Seeing my beautiful face is a shock for many people.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, Koda? I don’t know about you, but it’s really late here.”

“Really?” Koda asks, then remembers that time zones exist. “Oh crap, what time is it over there?”

“It’s midnight. What about you?”

“It’s eight o���clock. Only four hours difference?”

“Oh hey, that’s not so bad.”

“It reduces our time,” Koda said, a bit whining.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What are you going to do? Move here? Send for me?”

“You’ll see.”

(from Together) This was a gift for one my best friends on here, @suncatchr​ , and it’s about his ocs!!! I love this a lot bcus while it’s a soulmate au, it’s not ur average soulmate au, and I tried making it as original as possible! And this blurb, I just wanted them to effuse so much love w/o having to say love...cries

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If this is by posted fics, then I remember writing Look What You’ve Done to Me was very very difficult, bcus, since it’s also a gift, for @daniel-bryan​ , I wanted to write it Good, n since my buddy usually wrote from the love interest’s pov, I felt a weird pressure to write Daniel Bryan’s pov as good as I could

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

2 of my fics in Spanish!!! My oc centric one, Rayos y Centellas, and my shyan one, oye cariño, solo pienso en ti ! Turns out writing in ur native tongue makes everything easier

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a very passionate hobby!!! I just!!! try to pour all of my love into everything I write!!!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I’m not sure!!! I just watch movies n quietly scream to my gay lonesome bcus No One Ever Watches Movies ;-;

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To just keep writing n not stop for details or forgotten lore, bcus it’s important to write down what’s firing u up Right Now. Of course, it’s very difficult following that ;;-;;

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“No adverbs!” “No ‘said’!” “It has to make grammatical sense!” sometimes things Need those

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Was gonna say my rewrite of the end of The Rover, but actually, my SPN fic Ube . Shit was peak inspired

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Eridirk (Eridan Ampora/Dirk Strider from Homestuck) all the way. The one otp that’s stayed thru thick n thin <3

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little mix of both, and tbh it depends on the fic, but I tend to write chronologically

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I’ve started bullet pointing my ideas out before writing my fics, and so far, it’s been helping me be more streamlined n get my things written out faster n clearer!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Is the need for representation in all the niche movies I keep watching a muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

In my dark room, w music blasting from my laptop, the TV w a soft hum, I have the perfect playlist to get the mood right, curled up in my blankies, n my plushie Sweet Pea by my side

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Zero, we rely on autocorrect & editing while typing and die like men

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

YOU DON’T SEEM SCARED.

Del Rio shrugs. “Working as a cop, it makes you numb to some things. It’s good, it lets you react to things as you should, and not how you’d want to.”

YOU SOUND SAD ABOUT THAT.

He makes a noncommittal noise. “It is what it is.” He eats another spoonful of his ice cream, then gets a thought.

“Can you show up?”

HOW SO?

“Can you,” he tries, waving his spoon around, “Manifest?”

I DON’T KNOW. I’LL TRY.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Del Rio assures, and he can feel the air around him smile. The...world, he thinks, around him shifts just slightly, and there seems to be a chink in the armor for a moment before it goes away, as if someone had wiped the glass clear. He realizes that this is her, trying to show up in a physical form, step out of the phone.

He doesn’t know where to look, but then his confusion wanes when a butterfly shows up, fluttering towards him. It lands near his phone, skitters a bit, flaps its wings.

“Lucy?” he asks, transfixed on the butterfly. Its orange wings are bright under the sunlight.

I THOUGHT I’D TRY SMALL, FOR MY FIRST TRIAL.

“Well, you certainly nailed it.” He smiled warmly at the butterfly, and he had the crazy notion that it smiled back at him.

(adapted from The Policeman , the first fic I posted!)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Yeah, probably The Policeman lmao, I remember it today n I cringe a little at the very obvious refs to other fandoms I made. Despite that, it continues being one of my best hits!

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Never

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I’m just thankful to have gotten a beta in general in life at all

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I beta’ed once, and since English is my 2nd language, I pointed out syntax confusion, typos, n continuity errors

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Can be done, it’s just that I am frightened. Tried doing that, it fell thru, n the new thing that came up, I still have to hold up my end of the bargain ;;-;;

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

cries omg ok so!!! Chancy_Lurking ( @lurkerviolin​ ) is one of my faves, n we’ve become friends, n their Felix+ Sense8 series is the reason for it all, and u know it’s good if it managed to make a friendship that’s last its good while, and also they’re so nice, and we vibe so well!!! thegoatz ( @daniel-bryan​ ) is also now one of my bestest friends ever, and I wuv him so much, he is such a good kid, n he’s so enthusiastic about writing, and I hope that spark never goes out!!! And adamwhatareyouevendoing ( @skatingthinandice​ ) bcus she’s doing a rewrite of The Last Kingdom where it’s all gay where it should be and vnjkdfsnvkd God, what a wonderful friend!!!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually technically am working on a sequel to @rettaroo​ ‘s A New Kind of Touch ! Another promise I have to hold up eventually ;;;-;;;

30. Do you accept prompts?

Sure!

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I try to follow canon as much as I possibly can!

32. How do you feel about smut?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

33. How do you feel about crack?

Eh, it’s alright. I don’t normally look for it, so I don’t really have a solid opinion on it

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I don’t want to read it, but I have so far encountered it twice very amicably: once here in a ficlet, and another in a longer fic on AO3, and they were both very good

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Probably not, I don’t like sad things!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3! I’m RedLlamas on it!

37. Talk about your current wips.

Lmao which one. The one I’m currently working on is an impregnation kink turned “oh no I actually do wanna have a family” feelings fic!

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Gonna be real w u, the best comments I’ve gotten have mainly been from my friends, who either write a paragraph or two going into detail of the fic, or just send a one sentence comment that’s just “screams!” I’ve gotten very few paragraphs from other people, n they’re always so!!!

My friends are the realest :’)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The perks of being a rarepair writer is that the only people who read my fics are the ones actively looking for content!!! And they can’t complain about my work because No One Else Is Writing For It!!!!!!

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

All my fics are masterpieces, so I’ll do a summary change! For don’t you just know (exactly what they’re thinking?)

Dakota finds himself in unexpected heartbreak, and the universe decides to bring him in the direction of a night club with a dancer with stars on his skin.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Can You please do a fanfic where Remy is sick with a bad flu or cold but still wants to go out and is determined to do so Patton has try to handle a whiney clingy baby that is Remy? 

It took me too long, but HERE IT IS, precious, patient Anon. Thank you for your patience. As per usual, I doubt it’s what you imagined, but. C’est la vie.

Warnings for Brief Remus mentions VERY BRIEF Deceit mention

• • • •

A single knock immediately followed by a bellowing, “Helloooooooooooooo, Sides!” shocked Patton from his quiet evening of binging Parks and Recreation on the couch.

“Well, you’re early today!” Patton smiled and stood to greet the embodiment of sleep as he burst into the MindScape, sipping from the reusable Starbucks cup Roman had conjured for him.

“Yeah, planning a big night.” Remy took a large gulp from his drink before continuing. “First I’m gonna go bug Little Wernicke to get him to tell me about language stuff.” Remy took another sip. “Then, I gotta go visit Ol’ Ponyo (he hates when I call him that) to get Logan’s whole ‘sleep schedule’ thing sorted, and then I’m-”

“Hey, Remy, are you okay? You sound like you ran here.”

Remy cut off his current sip and replied, “Whaddyou mean? I’m fine! Just excited for tonight is all.”

“Are you sure? You sound breathless-”

“So anyway, I showed up because I have nooooo idea when I’ll be back, and I didn’t want you sending the snake or freaky Rere to hunt me down for bed time.” Remy took another sip.

“We never sent them-”

“Well, relay the message anyway. Keep. Away.” Remy took multiple sips from the cup as he turned from Patton. “Tata, Papa-”

“Wait! Don’t I get a hug?” Patton reached out beckoningly and wiggled his eyebrows.

[[MORE]]

“Uh, sure, I guess? Anything for you, Peachy Pat.” Remy crossed to Patton and lightly wrapped his arms around the Moral Side who squeezed him in return before swiftly leaning up to kiss his forehead.

“Oooo you’re hot!”

“Well, I know, but I definitely didn’t expect-”

“No, literally, Remy; you’re sweating.”

Genuine confusion overtook Remy’s features. “But I’m freezing-”

“Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

Remy gawked.

“No, not like that. Wow. I’m sorry. You’re just very, very rosy cheeked, Remy, and not in a cute way.”

Remy gaped indignantly. “I am always cute-”

“Remy, are you sick?”

“No, of course not!”

“Remy.”

“Seriously, I’m Sleep. How could I get sick?”

“Look, I don’t know the fancy details of it, but I know Lo, Ro, and Vee have been sick before from like...working too hard, so I’m sure you could get sick, too!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m not like the rest of you!”

“Remy. You’re sick.” Patton slipped around Remy to shut and seal the MindScape door. “You need to rest and get better. Stay in for a night.”

“Patton. I’m fine.” Remy bit out.

“Then why are you drinking so much? Thirsty? Or is your throat not doing so well?”

Remy swallowed thickly and pulled the straw from his lips. “I just...you know I love coffee.”

“You don’t smell like coffee. I don’t see anything dark coming up that straw. That’s pure water. You know you’re sick, Rem; please, just stay here!”

“I told you, Pat; I have plans tonight! Important ones to help our Resident Brain, too!”

“Cancel them. Logan will understand.”

“Patton. I’m going, and you can’t make me stay here.”

“Oh, you wanna bet?”

Remy had never seen such a dark, nearly wicked look overtake Patton’s features, but he had no time to process before the other was coming at him.

•••••••••••

Strangely enough, finding Patton forcibly wrapping Remy in a blanket wasn’t the oddest thing Logan, Roman, and Virgil had ever come across. They stared for a moment in a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern from their various positions on the stairs, having been coaxed out of their respective rooms by Remy’s shouts of protest.

“Uh, Patton?” Virgil called from his spot on the topmost step, brow quirked and a frown on his lips. “What are you doing?”

“Why are you preparing a Remy Blanket Burrito, Padre?” Roman chimed in from the bottommost step.

“Guys!” Remy gasped dramatically, now fully wrapped and perched on the couch. “Thank GOODness you’re here! Save me from this MAD man!!”

“Oh, Rem, you’re fine.” Patton scoffed lightly as he pushed himself off of the embodiment of sleep, clapping his hands together in a satisfied fashion before giving Remy a light pat on what was probably his leg. “Well, actually, you’re not fine, and that’s why I had to get you all nice and swaddled up!”

“What is the matter with Remy?” Logan asked abruptly, eying Sleep carefully.

“Nothing!!!” Remy screeched indignantly; if he could, he’d likely cross his arms and slouch in pouting protest. “I’m perfectly fine, but your father figure over here has decided that I’m sick.”

“You ARE sick, Remy!” Patton cut in. “You have a fever!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m Sleep; not human!”

“But you’re part of one!” Patton retorted while retreating toward the kitchen. “And you need to get better! I’ll be right back!”

“Is Thomas sick?” Virgil piped up in a tenser tone.

“Not that I am aware of.” Logan reassured him. “But I believe as we can experience illness due to burnout, Sleep could conceivably experience the same if Thomas is not resting adequately.”

“I definitely wouldn’t say he’s been chummy with the Sandman as of late.” Roman muttered, rubbing at his own eyes.

“I’m not sick! I can’t get sick! Thomas has adjusted to his...unique sleeping habits, and so have I!” Remy’s voice faded into a rasp at the end of his terse tirade, drawing looks from the three Sides.

“You sound rough, Rem.” Virgil gave him a soft, sad smile. “Please give it a rest and let Patton take care of you. Give me one less thing to worry about for once.”

Remy sighed loudly and threw his head to the side. “Fine. Only for you, my nightly nuisance. You keep me busy, but I’ll give you a break.” Remy huffed, side-eying Virgil.

“Promise?”

“Oh my god, are we five?” Remy’s eye roll and Virgil’s intense stare created a tangible tension, neither speaking as one finally cracked under the other. “FINE. Yes. Yes, yes, I can promise to let myself be sick and taken care of and whatever other junk.”

“Good.” Virgil turned back toward his room.

“What? You’re not going to keep me company?”

“Nah, man. Snarky you I can do, but this whiny version of you gets my heart feeling uncomfortable.” Virgil pats over his heart before climbing the stairs.

“But you don’t really have a-”

“Please take care of yourself.” Logan interrupted. “We need you in peak state to get Thomas where he needs to be. Especially since you finally agreed to the sleep schedule.” Logan leveled Remy with a look before following Virgil’s path.

Roman crossed to the couch and put his hands on his knees. “Do you need anything? I can conjure up whatever you want that isn’t coffee or anything else to keep you awake.” Roman laughed at Remy’s groan. “You need sleep, Sleep! So, again: need anything?”

“Not from you, traitor.” Remy snarked with no real malice; he winked before finally submitting and wilting into his blanket with a weak smile. “Actually, if you could help me out of this blanket bind and into some PJs, that would be great.”

“Absolutely.” Roman began untangling the enormous blanket and laughed softly. “Patton does go overboard, but only because he cares. He’s good at what he does, especially the father role, so let him love on you for a bit.” Roman whooped and grinned in victory as he freed Remy from his cocoon; the prince reached out and pulled his friend to his feet, snapping his fingers to trade Sleep’s typical leather jacket for a lightweight white pajama shirt and black pajama pants with sleeping moons.

“Appropriate.” Remy chuckled and collapsed back on the couch, provoking a cocked brow from Roman.

“Need anything else?”

“That’s it for now.”

Roman gave him a look.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure PattonCake can handle anything I can come up with, but I’ll let you know.”

“Very well. Rest well, my friend. I will see you in sickness and in health!” Roman sunk out just as Remy coughed out, “uh, I do?”

Remy sat in the sudden silence for a moment, just breathing and taking in how he really felt. He’d spent most of the day avoiding Roman’s freaky brother and his endless stream of whacked out sleep deprivation experiments and disturbing dreams, as he had been for a little while now, and honestly it was becoming exhausting. Tragic was the day for him that the other half of Creativity was set free.

“Here we go!” Patton breezed into the room with a tray which he sat on the coffee table in front of Remy, who’d rearranged the blanket in a less restrictive fashion. “Cute jammies! Roman?”

Remy nodded as he eyed the food on the tray. “Tea? Soup? Pat, I’m serious; you know we’re not actually human, right?”

“So? Nothing wrong with some herbs and homemade soup for any type of being! It’s good for the soul!”

“Which, again, we technically don’t have.”

Patton ignored Remy in favor of settling in beside him on the couch. “So, what do you feel like watching?”

“I don’t really care. Whatever you were watching is probably fine. Parks and Rec for the 18th time, I assume.”

Patron shrugged happily and pulled up their favorite streaming service.

“My god. And you guys wonder why I go to the hippocampus for my entertainment.” Remy mumbled and settled in to the couch, slouching into himself a bit. “Way funnier stuff in there, especially from the teen years.”

“Ooooo any baby Thomas stuff in there? I’d love to see that.”

“Well, apparently the memory parts of the brain didn’t really figure out how to communicate properly until Thomas was at least 4 or 5, so Small Tom Tom is a yes, but Tiny Tom Tom is a no.”

“Aw, man. That’d be cute, too, though! Maybe I should go with you some time!”

“Mmm maybe.” Remy assented as he settled in to the couch; the familiar theme song played, and Patton stretched before settling in himself.

“Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo.” Patton sang along, waving a finger as the theme came to an end, and Remy chuckled lightly.

“You know the whole theme song? Even though it doesn’t even have words?”

“Sure. It’s pretty simple, especially when you’ve heard it hundreds of times.”

Remy just laughed again in response. After a few minutes, he eyed the tea and soup, eyes turning down at realizing Patton’s efforts for him, and he leaned over to pull the tray into his lap. He just caught Patton glancing at him with a small smile before he quickly turned back to the TV to give Remy some privacy while he ate. Remy’s own lips turned up as he brought the tea cup to his lips, his eyes widening at the taste; it was actually delicious. He’d never been a fan of tea that wasn’t green or the occasional black of the proper variety, but Patton somehow knew how to get the right taste for him. Roman was right; he was good at this. Remy scooped up some of the soup and couldn’t contain a small whine of relief as it soothed his aching throat the way his water hadn’t been able to.

Before long, Remy polished off everything Patton gave him, and he settled back with a contented sigh, his eyes drooping heavily.

“Good?” Patton murmured quietly so as not to startle Remy from his sleepy stupor.

“Great.” Remy mumbled with another sigh and hugged the blanket around himself tightly.

“Hey, Rem?” Patton whispered.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna snuggle?”

“Um who do I look like, Logan? Absolutely.”

“Well, I mean, you do...”

“Oh my god, Father of the Sides, cuddle me already.” Remy grumbled and thrashed out of the blankets to throw his arms around Patton’s middle, his head on Patton’s upper chest.

Patton just chuckled in return and pulled Remy in close, gently running his hands through Remy’s sweaty, slightly tangled hair.

Patton’s hold suddenly loosened, and Remy let out a discontented grunt. “Hold on. I gotta get something.”

“Noooooooooooo,” Remy moaned pitifully when Patton extracted him from his embrace; Sleep flopped down bonelessly as Patton stood and went into the kitchen. The Moral Side quickly returned with Remy’s cup filled with water and a damp washcloth.

“You’re still all sweaty and feverish even though you’re shivering.” Patton sat down and gently laid the cold cloth on the back of Remy’s neck, leaving his hand there to keep it in place. “I’m gonna help your body with getting your fever to chill out, okay?

“Bad pun.” Remy muttered and pulled Patton toward him; Remy let his head loll and fall to rest on Patton’s shoulder, the full body exhaustion finally kicking in now that he was settled and full. “...thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.” Remy breathed in Patton’s ear before moving to lay in Patton’s lap.

“Too tired to sit up?”

Remy nodded mutely in response, his eyes closed, and Patton rubbed Remy’s back under his shirt, his hands warm and providing a slight reprieve from the chills Remy couldn’t shake.

“You sure...I have a fever?” Remy mumbled sluggishly as he rolled over to get more comfortable, his nose now touching Patton’s stomach and his arms wrapped around the other’s torso.

“Pretty darn, but chills with a fever aren’t uncommon with something like this.” Patton kept his voice even and soothing as he explained, “Lo, Ro, and Vee all experienced symptoms like this when they were burnt out. That’s all this is. You’ve just worked yourself too hard, like a computer that hasn’t been turned off in too long.”

Remy hummed in acknowledgement of Patton’s speech, the other unaware if the sleepy being even heard what he said; Remy’s breathing, though raspy, was becoming heavy and even.

Patton turned on the subtitles and turned down the volume on the TV; he ran his hand over Remy’s back in time with his slower breathing, hoping to help lull him all the way to sleep.

Patton’s gaze snapped up when he heard voices and saw movement on the stairs; Virgil and Roman froze midway down, staring first at Patton and then at Remy before silencing themselves and tiptoeing the rest of the way down. They slipped in and out of the kitchen quickly enough, Roman conjuring a whiteboard to ask Patton if he needed anything before they retreated for the rest of the night.

Patton shook his head with a small smile and a mouthed “thank you” as the pair nodded and headed for the stairs.

Virgil flashed him a thumbs up and mouthed an exaggerated, “no, thank YOU” with a point at Remy and slunk up the stairs after Roman, the latter blowing kisses from his perch before vanishing as well.

Patton shook his head, trying in vain to hold back laughter at his boys’ antics. Remy shifted in his lap, groaning unhappily as he tried to settle back in to comfort; he hugged Patton closer, like a child to his teddy, and sighed one last time in contentment before fully slipping off to sleep.

Patton kept on hand on Remy’s neck and the other on his back, keeping Sleep in safety and comfort until he awoke hours later, every bit as sassy yet clingy as he had been, though the hints of gratitude were far more obvious than before.

[franklyshipping]

The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 3 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

PAAARRTTT 3 OF THIS SERIES, LET'S SEE THE NEXT PATIEEEENT WOOHOO LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @thegoodnewsdoctler @erik-lee-derekson and @ericleederekson @doctoripliler

Dr Iplier was a very, very happy man. His coffee machine was working at full capacity, he had no outstanding paperwork to pore over; he also only had one major appointment today which was with one of the sweetest people on the planet, and was with someone who the doctor was very excited to share company with. Iplier grinned when he heard the all too familiar, tentative knock at his door that was accompanied with a faint sniffle and shuffle.

'Come in!'

The doctor smiled fondly when Eric Derekson slowly entered his room, a timid smile on his face as he muttered.

'H-Hey doc, are you having a nice day?'

Iplier grinned and strode forward, engulfing the nervous man in a warm bear hug as he replied happily.

'I most certainly am....and don't tell anyone, but having your appointment today is the main reason!'

Iplier winked at Eric after releasing him from the hug, which made Eric giggle bashfully and mime zipping his lips shut before he skipped to the doctor's medical bench and laid down on it, as per usual. The check-up was of course related to maintenance of Eric's feet prosthetics that started from the bottom of his shins. Google, who developed them, obviously took care of the technical side of everything, whilst Iplier made sure that the real skin in contact with the artificial materials was kept strong with a salve that was applied every month so that Eric's skin layers would be tougher. Eric always enjoyed these appointments since he was basically just getting a massage.

After removing Eric's shoes and socks and rolling up his sweatpants, Iplier started rubbing some of the salve between his hands to warm it up as he grinned at his relaxed little patient.

'Is sir ready for the skin strengthening massage this morning?'

Eric burst into giggles at Iplier's put on posh accent, and nodded giddily as he put on a poncy voice of his own.

'I am indeed ready, and do hurry up I have a brunch appointment that I cannot be late for!'

The doctor gasped dramatically and bowed his head in mock respect of Eric's CLEAR superior station, and started massaging the skin that met with the prosthetic on his left leg.

'Of course sir of course, my apologies for my tardiness.'

Eric giggled happily before relaxing at the soothing treatment. Despite his stumps having healed long ago, it was important for the skin to be strengthened on a regular basis because of something in the prosthetic materials that would weaken his natural skin. Eric never complained because he got a free massage every month, and it always helped him unwind and forget about his anxieties for a little while. Until....this occasion, when a little crash from under Iplier's desk made Eric jump and bolt upright.

'Wh-what was that?!'

Eric looked around, not out of fear, but out of curious confusion. Iplier's office was the one place that had the fewest random, strange occurrences, so this was most irregular. Then he looked curiously to the doctor, since Iplier had sighed and smiled as he wiped his hands on a towel, before looking to the floor near his desk.

'That, was the world's smallest troublemaker.'

Eric furrowed his brows before following the doctor's gaze, and he gasped at the sight that he saw. It was Gooper. Eric had heard about the little creature from the septics but had never actually met him before! At present, Gooper was on the floor next to Iplier's metal, mesh trash can...which had been tipped over. Gooper was engaging in a tug of war, with said trash can, for a paperclip that had gotten caught in the trash can's wire mesh. The little monster was quite annoyed about this, and was letting out a constant stream of growls and snarls as he tugged and tugged at the little piece of stationary. The doctor grinned, and then cleared his throat.

'Uh....bud? Why are you fighting with the trash can?'

Gooper growled even more, not relinquishing the battle as he hopped up and down with clear annoyance; the doctor by this point, had learned to understand Gooper's little language since it was always a combination of sounds and movements. Eric covered his mouth with his hand, giggling as the doctor sighed softly.

'The trash didn't steal your paperclip!'

Iplier stated pointedly, before letting out a little gasp when Gooper's growling got even deeper as he strained to reclaim HIS paperclip.

'Don't you take that tone with me! The trash can is inanimate and the paperclip just got stuck! Ugh, frigging squish....'

Eric kept giggling as Iplier sent him an apologetic look, and he observed curiously as Iplier went and crouched down to Gooper's little scene of attempted conquest. He swiftly unhooked the paperclip from the metal mesh and gave it to Gooper, who let out a quiet little gurgle that served as a thank you, and as an apology for being a grumpy squish. Iplier gave him a little pet before picking him up and taking him to Schneeple's jumper, wherein Gooper swiftly scooted into the bundle to deposit his little treasure. Eric couldn't handle it. He was too cute.

'I-Iplier p-please may I hold him he looks so cute and soft and adorable please please tell me I-I can hold him?!'

....the doctor thought that his heart was legitimately going to melt. He took one look at Eric's puppy dog eyes and hopeful smile, and smiled back.

'Of course you can....hey mr, you wanna meet a sweet friend of mine?'

One soft gurgle later, the little creature emerged from the jumper, and squeed at the sight of the new Iplier person who he hadn't noticed before. He crooned as Iplier scooped him up, and immediately mewled warmly when he was placed in Eric's hands softly; this Iplier's pets were particularly tentative and gentle...Gooper reasoned that this Iplier was absolutely very cute because of how gentle he was.

'H-H-He's s-so p-precious....'

Eric sniffled and stammered happily as he ran his fingertips over the creature carefully, he didn't want to cause him ANY kind of distress. Dr Iplier smiled and decided to stroke Eric's hair softly, because Eric had soft hair so why the hell not. The doctor smiled fondly at Eric's soft sniffles, before grinning and whispering.

'Careful, if he thinks you're upset he'll tickle the hell out of you.'

Eric's cheeks went a soft pink as he giggled, a little shiver going down his spine at the thought of the little creature finding all his tickle spots....but then he remembered, he was a big human! Eric figured that he could keep the upper hand easily, and so he looked up at Iplier and teased back happily.

'N-Not i-if I t-t-tickle him first!'

Iplier let out a soft laugh as he watched Eric carefully scratch Gooper's underbelly....and the doctor did consider warning Eric that there was NO way Gooper would let him get away with that....but this was too cute to hinder. As Gooper squealed and wriggled, the doctor teased softly.

'Wow, you're such a meanie!'

Eric grinned bashfully, but ended up whining to the doctor in an attempt to justify himself.

'B-But he's so cuuute, h-he has goofy baby squeals!'

Gooper, without a doubt, turned a few shades darker of green when he heard the new Iplier blatantly teasing him. That was not fair, he didn't have baby squeals he didn't he didn't! He couldn't help how he sounded! Gooper had never felt more embarrassed in his whole life, and ended up squealing more as he curled up around Eric's tickly fingers. This was so not fair! Meanwhile, Iplier ruffled Eric's hair and gave him a playful nudge, deciding that it was Eric's turn to be on the receiving end of some teasing.

'Oh yeah? How would you like it if someone tickled your tummy and teased about it?'

Eric froze, stopping the tickling, and blushed a bright red as his words failed to come to him. And that....was Gooper's cue to take his revenge. Before Eric could even react or retort to the, now excitedly smirking, doctor, his attention was caught by a certain little squish...letting out quite the battle growl. Gooper scooted faster than he ever had scooted, shooting up Eric's sleeve before dropping down in search of the goldmine that was Eric's tummy. In Gooper's book, gentle people often have sensitive tummies....and as he latched onto Eric's and vibrated his form, he was NOT disappointed.

'EEEHEHEHEE AHAHAHA OHONO-HEHEHEEELP!!'

The doctor stepped back away from Eric, laughing at how he immediately arched his back along with flailing arms and kicking legs. There were no build up giggles or titters, Eric was just straight up consumed by the cutest high-pitched laughter that Dr Iplier ever had heard.

'Hey you started it! Gooper's just getting revenge, fair and square.'

Iplier smirked as he mused, and chuckled softly when Eric sent him a VERY strong pout. Eric couldn't believe that Iplier as just watching him being tickled! No, scratch that, tickle tortured! Gooper was nuzzling and vibrating so deep into Eric's chubby tummy that it felt like Gooper was ticking him from the inside out! Eric couldn't stop squealing as he hit the medical bench with his hands desperately.

'BUHUHUT IHIHI DIHIHIDN'T TIHIHICKLE THIHIS MUHUUUUCH!!'

Eric whined amidst his mirth, but the doctor merely remained an amused observer as he replied frankly.

'That may be, but you did tease him too!'

Eric proceeded to hide his face in his hands as he cackled, predominantly due to the fact that Dr Iplier's words were entirely truthful....he'd started it....so he deserved to be tickled in return. How could he have been so silly to think that this clever, adorable tickle monster wouldn't get revenge on him?! Oh this was such an evil pickle for Eric. For Gooper though, he was having the absolute time of his life. There. Was. So. Much. Tummy. Everywhere around him, it was just tummy, and part of Gooper honestly hoped that he could just live engulfed by this warm softness forevermore....but then he figured it would be a bit TOO mean to tickle the soft Iplier here forever. So, Gooper wriggled down to Eric's waist, nuzzling it happily. Eric, of course, shrieked with a new-found need to justify himself. 

'B-B-BUHUHUHUT HEHEHE'S T-TEHEHEASABLE!'

...yes, that really WAS the best that he could come up with. Eric had rolled onto his side and partially curled himself up, laughing as he twitched and jumped as his waistline was played with. Iplier folded his arms and raised an eyebrow as he looked over the sweet boy, shaking his head as he taunted.

'So are you, tickle boy.'

....Eric had been in the midst of peeking through his fingers to look at the doctor. He aborted that plan, with immediate effect. Eric hid his face in his forearms as he wailed. It wasn't even a detailed tease, and yet it affected him. It wasn't even very personalised, and yet it affected him. Which thus proves how Eric is in fact, incredibly teasable

'NAHAHAHA NAHAHA SHUHUHUSHY!!'

Eric cried out, since Gooper was becoming more and more in earnest as he wriggled over and nuzzled into his waist, the little fibres at his underbelly fluttering and scratching away rapidly as Gooper got more and more excited. And, as you can probably tell, an excited Gooper is a far more evil Gooper, hence the increased rapidity of his tickling. Iplier of course continued in his role of teaser, since it was pretty hard for Gooper to tease AND tickle, so the doctor kept up his assistance. It was only fair.

'Woooow, rude much? Especially since you're the one loudly shrieking, not me!'

Iplier replied to Eric with the utmost indignance, looming over a writhing Eric who simply tried to curl up more because now he was being attacked on two fronts and all he could think to do was to try and hide away. All Eric really ended up doing though was proving Iplier's point....by shrieking.

'IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T HEHEHELP IHIHIIIIT!!'

Thankfully for Eric though, with his echoing cry, he was granted a tad bit of mercy. Gooper relinquished the torture at his waist and simply rested on it, and gurgled in amusement when he heard the little yips of hiccups come from the gentle Iplier's mouth. That was cute. Hiccupies are cute. Dr Iplier thought this too, and he couldn't keep the fond smile off his face as he looked down at Eric who was hiccupping and giggling residually.

'Poor little Eric.....such a loud little ticklee....'

Eric gazed up at Iplier pleadingly, his eyes begging for mercy from the teasing as his face burned with embarrassment. Eric was trembling and smiling preciously, almost overcome from it all. However, Gooper was not quite yet done. Gooper had spotted the little indents that were the bowels of Eric's hips....and so decided to see what would happen if he nestled into one of them, nuzzling it a little. The results were not disappointing. Eric let out a soft, initial gasp, before descending into a mess of purrs and titters. Gooper had found his melting spots.

'N-N-Nuuuhhuhuhuhehehhh nnnuuhhh.....'

Iplier blinked in confusion for a few moments, hurrying to place his forearm behind Eric's head as it lolled back. The doctor soon understood the situation however, and was just entirely enamoured. Iplier knew that practically everyone had melty areas or spots, but he'd so far been under the impression that Eric was someone who did not have such places. The doctor was so damn pleased to be wrong.

'Awwww what's thiiiis? I think someone has some sweet melty hiiiips....'

The doctor purred as Gooper kept up the gentle rubbing into the soft flesh, relishing in Eric's weak little whimpers and barely coherent slurs of speech.

'Pleheheeee.....nuhuhuhuhhh teheheasssee....'

Hearing the gentle Iplier react like that was beyond sweet, and part of Gooper wondered what would happen if he went for both indents at once, which he easily could by splitting his form. However, he could see that the gentle Iplier was having a very nice time, and after all the tickling he'd done, Gooper wanted to make sure that he didn't go over the top again. So, he carefully moved the bowel of Eric's other hip, giving it the same treatment whilst gurgling sweetly at the doctor Iplier's previous words; these were definitely special me-eelty (?) spots.

'Well I think Gooper agrees with me....'

Gooper let out another little gurgle of confirmation at Iplier's next purr, before merely continuing the treatment that he knew the gentle Iplier was enjoying. And Eric was enjoying it....partially. I mean, he was clinging to the doctor's arms and shoulders by this point as he whimpered and giggled as tickly, warm tingles shot through his meek form. However, that new warmth did help to melt away some of the anxieties and stresses that had built up in his system....so yes, he was definitely enjoying it.

'Mmmnn.....m-meheheaniesss....b-behest meheanihiiiies....'

Eric stammered with a lazy smile, hiding in Iplier's chest and blushing crimson when he felt it quiver with the doctor's amused chuckles. Iplier's heart just swelled at how unbelievably sweet Eric was....if he hadn't been holding Eric to his chest, the doctor might have convinced himself that such sweetness was merely in his imagination. Gooper thought that Eric was sweet too, sweet and gentle and precious and soft and perfect. So he decided to have mercy for real this time. The little creature could feel how the tension had bled away from Eric, so he figured that it was the perfect time to stop, since Eric was in the perfect state of relaxation and un-stressiness. As Eric gasped and shivered, Gooper slid out from under his shirt, resting on Eric's lap. He immediately yipped when he saw both Ipliers in an embrace; the doctor smiled, winking proudly at the creature.

'Good job buddy.'

There were a few moments then where Gooper rested on Eric, and Eric rested on Dr Iplier's chest. Gooper was recovering from all the tickling he'd inflicted, Eric was recovering from all the tickling he'd received, and Dr Iplier was recovering from how much insane cuteness he had perceived. All in all....it had been a lot. Soon though, after making sure Eric was okay, Iplier quickly went back down to his shins to make sure all the salve he'd rubbed in earlier had sunk into the skin properly and evenly. Gooper of course rolled himself down Eric's legs so he could have a look at the special parts that the doctor Iplier had helped put on the gentle Iplier; Gooper knew he couldn't significantly contribute, but gave Eric's shins a little head-butt each of affection to show his love. Eric smiled and gasped softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

'Th-thahank you....b-b-bohoth of you...'

The doctor smiled as he scooped Gooper up into one of his hands, before helping Eric to his feet carefully, whilst teasingly remarking.

'You are most welcome Mr Derekson.'

Iplier spoke airily and poshly as a homage to their earlier conversation, but was surprised to see Eric suddenly blink and become rather bashful. Eric took in some air before speaking, with the most amount of pride that Iplier had ever heard.

'A-Actually....i-it's Mr Iplier now. D-Dark helped me sort it.'

....now Dr Iplier was the one with the tears in his eyes. I don't need to explain why, I think it's pretty clear why this is so damn meaningful. Iplier nodded and brought Eric into a swift hug, making the man giggle happily.

'Mr Eric Iplier....that definitely suits you.'

Eric grinned, still with a strong sense of pride, as they parted. And after giving the happily squeaking Gooper a final pet, he left with his head held high and his strides solid and steady. Before the doctor could weep however, he felt something nuzzling his palm. Iplier grinned when he looked down at a, rather needy, Gooper, whining and head-butting his palm as a cry for attention. Which he certainly deserved, since whenever he administered a great bout of tickling he always needed after-affection to help get his strength back up. Iplier of course complied, stroking Gooper with his fingertips as he sunk into his desk chair. Iplier made a mental note to find some more paperclips.

WOOOO HPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS NEXT PART WOOOOPPP LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOO LUV YOUS XX

[twentyghosts]

Another Meme? Why Not

@sallyidss tagged me for this, thanks for asking! 

1. How long have you been writing fanfic?

I suppose about 20 years, off and on?

2. Who most influences your writing style?

Hm. Well, like @sallyidss said, I try to match whatever canon I’m writing for. I think (I know this is an uncool answer but whatever I am what I am) Kevin Smith and Joss Whedon really influenced my affection for pop culture reference-y banter from a young age. More recently, I owe a lot to many YA and/or romance authors, particularly those who are outspoken about how important/valid/nice it is (particularly in These Trying Times) to read a story with a happy ending in favor of something that’s relentlessly gritty in pursuit of realism. Meg Cabot, David Levithan, Alyssa Cole, etc. I definitely used to feel like I needed to be more grimly realistic and now I’m like, what if just a string of pleasant things happens to characters I like? (Not to say that there isn’t a place for the grim angst, but I used to buy more into some kind of idea that it was better to write some sad shit and now I don’t.)

3. Favourite type of scene to write?

Nonsense dialogue banter, snuggling, AU worldbuilding infodumps.

4. What trope is your favourite to write and/or read?

A gentle low-stakes AU. Mild hurt/comfort. There Was Only One Bed/We’re Snowed In And Must Cuddle To Preserve Body Heat.

5. What is one trope that you dislike?

I’m pretty squeamish about body horror and things like that.

6. What AU do you wish to write but feel like you won’t manage?

Why doesn’t this question believe in me :(

IDK I intended my Bruce/Tony Fae/vampire AU to be a one-shot but a few folks kindly inquired about more and I’m thinking about it but there would be a lot of magical rules to work out etc. Also I deliberately stopped writing before vampire blood stuff happened because SEE PREVIOUS QUESTION so idk I’ll let that simmer for awhile.

For awhile I was batting around a Mean Girls AU but I might have worn out my high school AU mojo and/or just lost interest in the idea.

A summer camp AU maybe? That’s for sure in my wheelhouse but IDK if I’m feeling it.

My Bruce Banner bingo card has a TON of AUs on it, including some I’ve never really thought about before (soulmate tattoo AU, fairytale, restaurant, flowershop??) so IDK I’ll think about this...at least enough to get a bingo anyway!

7. Do you outline, or write as you go?

Mostly write as I go. For longer stories I usually have at least a rough arc in mind but I don’t always know exactly how things will go from point A to point B until I get there.

8. Past tense or present tense? Why?

I default to past tense for adult POVs and present tense for YA POVs, which is sort of the trend for published fiction (obv not universal) but generally that makes sense for me? Sometimes I’ll flip to present tense if I’m writing something action-y or that I just want to feel more immediate.

9. Do you prefer to write one-shots or multi-chapters? Why?

I mean I prefer to write one-shots because they are less work? But I like the satisfaction of completing a longer story.

10. What is the kindest comment you’ve received on a fic? (Feel free to paraphrase or generalize!)

Well, anyone who comments along as they read a multi-chapter fic (rather than just 1 comment at the end, or a kudos or a nothing) is a true light of my life <3 I know a few folks (including @sallyidss!) have mentioned they tried a book or movie or music or something that I name-dropped in a fic, which of course releases a potent dose of dopamine in my librarian brain.

Also @godlessondheimite commissioned fan art based on one of my stories which is not technically a comment but was very kind!!! (LOOK AT IT)

11. What is the most gratifying aspect of writing fanfic for you? 

The real fandom is the friends we made along the way!!!! I guess specifically I love gift fics in both directions, I love writing weird niche shit that I know will delight one specific person and I love receiving my own weird niche gifts (shoutout to @fourteenacross for writing me so many cat-self-insert fics over the years)! I’d rather write something that one person will LOVE than something that 10 people will mildly enjoy. (Also sometimes that one person who loves it is just me and that’s fine too.)

tagging (only if y’all wanna do it—no pressure): Sally tagged a lot of folks I would have tagged, so, you’re double-tagged, and I’ll add @godlessondheimite @fourteenacross @rhysiana and whoever else might be laying around uselessly soaking up air conditioning tonight, or whenever (time is a flat circle)

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Swipe Right - Chapter 4

Swipe Right: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2100ish

Warnings:  None for this chapter.

Synopsis:   Steve is pulled away on a mission.  When he comes home, he only wants to see you.

A/N:  Re-uploading from @emilyevanston.  

THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC THAT ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY.

Chapter 4

Steve had gone home from the date feeling good.  He’d learned a lot about you, which surprised him considering how much he already knew thanks to how much you talked.  Plans were made for the following Friday.  Dinner and a movie.  A little cliche maybe but he couldn’t just expect you to want to spend all the time in your apartment even if he did feel really comfortable there with you.

Of course, Sam had wanted all the details.  The word of Steve dating had started spreading through the team had gotten word that this might actually be something serious and not just one of Sam’s stupid ideas that wasn’t going to work out.

“You didn’t kiss her?  Come on, Cap.  It’s a whole new millennium.  You gotta go in for the kiss.”  Tony scolded.

“Give him a break.  You gotta set the pace that fits.”  Sam argued.

“She said for me to go with my gut.  I’m gonna do that if that’s okay with all of you.”  Steve said.  “It’s one of the things I like about her.”

“Wait… wait.  Didn’t you say to me that you were the expert on taking to long?”  Bruce asked.

“I won’t take too long.  I’ve only been on two real dates.”   Steve argued.

Tony snorted.  “I’d have gotten laid eight times in two dates.”

“Oh, leave him be,”  Natasha said.  “She has autonomy too.  If she thinks it’s going too slow she can nudge it along.”

Otherwise, it was just a normal week.  That was until the signs of HYDRA infiltrating the three different multinationals.  He and the others were going to have to weed them out and force their hand before the whole thing got out of control.

He’d never felt guilty about needing to go on a mission before.  The only other relationships he’d had were with other people in the same position as him.  Often they went on the missions with him.  He felt terrible.  He hated that he was letting you down.  He hated he wasn’t going to be able to speak to you every day.  Most of all he hated that you were almost definitely going to worry.

Steve looked over the briefing for the mission as he buckled up his suit.  It wasn’t going to be quick that was for sure, but to narrow it down to a specific time wasn’t going to be easy either.

That guilt set in.  He didn’t want you to worry about him.  He knew what that felt like first hand.  The feeling of helplessness.  It wasn’t fun.  He wasn’t sure what he could say that would take it away though.

The change in topic was startling and Steve had no idea what it meant.  Were you not worried?  Why did you want a photo of him in uniform?  Those fears of you seeing him only as Captain America returned and he tried to push them away.  He knew you.  He knew you weren’t that.

He stepped in front of the mirror and took a photo feeling extremely uncomfortable.  He was still not at all used to this trend of taking photos of yourself.

Steve started laughing.  Just like that, his mind was put at ease.  He could see what you were doing now.  You were trying to let him know you were okay.  So that he wouldn’t worry about you.

The mission dragged.  He spent a lot of time indoors on comms while Natasha and Clint did the things they were good at.  Tony drove him absolutely crazy as he paced the room using his tech to hack into different accounts and pull out details of plans.  It was long and often boring but there was a blackout.  They didn’t want to risk HYDRA realize they were there.  So no personal communication.

He missed saying goodnight to you at night.  He kept finding himself reaching for his phone every time it was his turn to sleep just to tell you goodnight.

When shit had finally hit the fan and the huge firefight had gone down, he was thankful.  He could do fighting.  Fighting meant not being cooped up.  Fighting meant it was almost over.

The arrests were made and the team limped home.  As soon as he got his phone back in his hand, before he even took off his uniform, and even though it was late, he texted you.

“Cap.  What are you doing?  We gotta debrief.”  Sam said packing his wings away.

Steve looked over to him and blinked.  Of course, they did.  Not that he’d forgotten.  He just wanted to put your mind at ease.   “Yeah.  Just letting her know I’m back.”

“Alright, loverboy.  We all wanna go to bed though.  So hurry it up.”  He said.

Steve really, really wanted that too.  It took a long time to debrief and he didn’t want you to stay up all night waiting for him.  Especially, when really what he wanted was to see you again.  To have that date that you missed out on.

Going to the farmers market sounded good, to be honest.  A really normal couples thing to do.  He knew that the Union Square one was a little safer for celebrities too.  The New York rule of leaving people be, came in to play.

The debrief took hours and he was really glad he’d convinced you to go to sleep.  After it was done he dragged himself to bed he passed out almost immediately.  He woke as early as he always did and did his run by himself.  Sam would take no part in going for a run after a mission.  He once claimed it went against the natural order of things.  After his run, he showered and caught the 6 train to Union Square.

He scanned the markets as he headed into them from the subway station.  He spotted the stand and then you, standing scanning the crowd.  He came up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Oh my god!  Steve!”  You yelped lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.  You hugged him tightly and for a split second, he was completely startled, just holding his hands out not sure what he should do.  He wasn’t used to public displays of affection and generally, he wasn’t a huge fan of them.  On top of that, the two of you was still just getting used to physical affection.

He knew he liked it though and he relaxed, welcoming it and wrapping his arms around you, melting into the embrace.   He breathed you in happy to have you in his arms and to be back and safe.  “I missed you.”  He whispered.

“I missed you too.”  You replied.  “I kept checking my phone every morning, expecting my good morning message.”

Steve chuckled and nuzzled in a little against you, enjoying the warmth and closeness between you.  “Mm… It felt very weird not saying goodnight to you when I got into bed.”   You let each other go and he offered you an elbow as he looked down the farmer's markets.  “Are we shopping for anything particularly?”  He asked.

“Just some fruit and veg.  There’s a place that does some really nice bread and I might get some cheese if it grabs my fancy.”  You answered.  “It usually does.”

He chuckled.  “It is hard to resist.”

He walked with you slowly down the rows, stopping when you saw something you needed and putting it in one of your shopping bags.  Steve loved how genuine this felt.  How real.  He carried one of your bags and stopped to try free samples always particularly liking when it was something he hadn’t tried before.  While he had dated before, those people technically worked with him and they’d never just done something as mundane as grocery shopping before.  That on top of being out in the sun, in his city, the Flatiron building so close as well as being in view of both the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings.  He felt like a normal guy and he hadn’t felt like that in over 70 years.

“Can you talk about it?”  You asked.

The question didn’t surprise him.  He also couldn’t answer it.  It was all ‘need to know’ and you were not ‘need to know’.  He gave you the answer he gave anyone who asked.  “The mission?  Not really I’m afraid.  It went as expected.  There was a firefight.  Minimal casualties.  None on our side.”

“You’re okay though?  I mean… you’re okay?”  You asked him.

He looked down into your eyes and saw the concern there.  He smiled softly both touched and hoping to reassure him.  “Yeah.  I’m okay.  We do what we have to.”   The sight of dozens of different chilis caught his eyes and he stopped to look at them.  “Look at all these peppers?  You think they’re hot?”

“Oh yeah.”  You answered.  “That one will burn a hole through your poor Irish tongue.”  You added pointing to the basket of wrinkly red ghost peppers.

He laughed touching his chest.  The fact you called back to his comment about his Irish parents touched him.  “Well, I don’t want that.”

“No.  How about instead we try all the different fruit butter in that stand there?”  You said taking a blueberry out of the punnet you’d bought and tossing it at him.  Your aim was terrible and while he did his best to compensate the berry just hit him in the cheek and bounced away.   “Hawkeye, I am not.”  You said as you both laughed.

“No.  If you were Clint, I’d probably be dead right now.  Would have choked on it.”  He replied as you moved to the next stall.

You chuckled.   “Well, just as well I’m no Hawkeye then.”  You said and lifted a popsicle stick with a scrape of apple butter up to his mouth.  He parted his lips and sucked the slightly tart apple butter from the stick as he gazed down at you.  His eyes traced your lips as he thought back about the day you had spent together.  How much he missed you while he was away.   This felt like it.  Now was the moment.  “What?”  You asked.

“I just… I really want to kiss you right now.”  He said.

“You should go with your gut.”  You replied.

He leaned down, hesitated for a moment and brought his lips to yours.

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“tougher than the rest” impressions

{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}

Help, I am having an emotion!

Several, actually.

Too many, really. There was a lot going on, and I shall yell about it under the cut.

OK, first of all, August, we have to talk.

also yay, August is here!

That is not how “The Ugly Duckling” goes. I went and checked. The poor little guy didn’t even know what a swan was (and, apparently, neither did anyone else) until the very end. I mean, the reader reaction can’t be wrong, as we know, but I think this tale can be much more easily interpreted as a story about the importance of finding a community you can be yourself in than a parable about “changing your fate by wishing hard enough”. But I see where you’re coming from, so I shouldn’t be too much of an ass about it, I guess.

And while I’m going off at people: take a goddamn nap, David. Poor Snow is missing all the action, and it’s not like you’d be the one who would tell her that Emma is gone. (Also, Regina is on the job. You should know she’s got this. Seriously, my guy. Sleep. It’s nice.)

someone give this man some valerian tea

Speaking of Regina…

…OK, maybe she hasn’t quite got this. Look, I do like the exploration of “what could have been” here, and the scene with the feather was really sweet. That said, bringing this guy along is so going to bite them in the ass later on. I’m not even wondering at this point, I just know. And I like this Robin! It’s not that I think he’s a terrible person, why can nobody see that? He’s just… trouble. Then again, at least he knows how to pick a lock. And am I the only one who’s wondering if Rumple actually wanted them to escape? Because that was awfully easy, I have to say. “Just let me leave you both in this cell that’s not locked with magic and then leave for an undetermined amount of time so you can sort out your emotional baggage and escape.” Yeah, something’s off there.

And speaking of wish!Rumple…

somehow I cannot help but notice that this is NOT a complete human skeleton. what, pray tell, happened to the rest of her?

Dark, show! Please pick up a mirror, look yourself in the eye, and ask yourself, very seriously, “was this necessary?” I’ll wait.

You know, I assumed the “off to raze some fake villages” thing was an off-colour joke, but considering that this version of Rumplestiltskin has now lost both Belle and his son twice, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just went through with that.

And, really, nobody bothered to check the extremely obvious and very high tower in Regina’s castle? What happened to the other prisoners? Are there just a dozen people dead, not for any cause or crime, but simply because they were stuck in Regina’s dungeon and nobody bothered to free or feed them? Really, show? (I’m not even blaming Snowing for this, it’s just too ridiculous an idea.) Could at least have had Rumple say something about how the tower could only be accessed by magic, or something. I’m willing to accept a handwave here, but you have to actually wave the hand!

::deep breath:: OK. That’s out, now. Bye, bye, wish realm, and thank you for all the glorious fanfic.

Oh, before we go, have another picture of happy, well-groomed woodcarver!Pinnochio and happy pornwriter!August.

I don’t know, I just have a soft spot for the guy.

Back in the real world…

I am going to personally murder the Black Fairy! : D

And I was going to say “unless Rumple gets there first”, but honestly, the guy already had to kill one of his parents twice, so I’d say he deserves the break. Belle can have this one. The Gold family really got hit with the full dose of OUaT’s Bad Parenthood Shit, didn’t it? Parents separated from their child, child kidnapped, child returns a fully-grown adult with a terrible childhood… As hilarious as Gideon’s “I don’t need your help!”-tantrum was, the poor guy is clearly hurting badly, and… I don’t even know. Just let them be happy? Please? (Which is more than a little difficult, because those 28 years aren’t just going to go away. They never saw their son grow up, and instead of a loving home with two parents who adored him, Gideon had… whatever that shit in the flashbacks was. …did I mention that I am going to murder the Black Fairy? Because I will.)

Oh, and just as an afterthought... wanna see two people go through four out of five stages of grief in under a second? (Different stages on each face) Because this is what happened when Rumple asks “did she hurt you?” and Gideon answers “depends what you mean” (which means “yes”, obviously):

Enjoy!

I’m… not going to comment on the whole “if Emma dies, there will be a new Saviour” thing, because I was not aware that being the Saviour worked the same way as being the Slayer, and until I get more information, I’m not going to speculate too much. Current hypothesis: he’s lying for some reason or other.

Really, the only good thing to come of this is that Belle and Rumple almost automatically started working together again, because whatever their faults and differences, their main concern is their child.

…and they seem pretty much completely alone in that. This scene was just baffling. I mean, I get it. David’s daughter is in danger, of course he’s going to put her wellbeing first. It’s a terrible choice to make, but I won’t blame him for choosing his daughter. That said, the complete lack of sympathy from both him and Hook was staggering. If they’d said “well, sucks to be you”, it couldn’t have been much colder. Like I said, not expecting either of them to lie to Belle, but some show of “oh no, that must be terrible, is there any way I can help?” would have been the decent thing to do. What the hell, Charming?

And while Belle was over at the loft getting absolutely no help and even less sympathy…

Someone please tell me why I have this weakness for characters with a massive streak of self-loathing? Or, rather, don’t. I don’t think I’d like the explanation very much.

This scene was so good, though. And heartbreaking. Mostly heartbreaking. Because not only is this the first time Rumple is alone with his son, he’s also pretty clearly testing just how far “gone” Gideon is. Please don’t imagine the thought process that must have gone into “now let me check if my only living child is completely evil”, because it is not a happy picture. And just… everything about this. Rumple’s desperation. The “make me pay”/”hit me” that starts off taunting and ends up nearly begging, because of course he’s blaming himself for this. That’s how people react to tragedies, and in this case, it’s a whole mess of “if we’d only” and… guh. Pain. There is a lot of it.

And speaking of pain…

“Please, he’s my son.”

For the record: yes, the sound of wailing in the distance was, in fact, me. I’d just heard this line of dialogue, and there’s… a lot going on there. Both on Rumple’s and on Emma’s part, I think.

I assume that when he says those words, it reminds Emma of that day in the woods, when, you know, the man she loved died in her arms and his father was helpless to do anything about it. And I think we can safely assume that Rumple remembers the exact same thing, because how could he not?

And as a “bonus”: Emma now has memories of her wishverse-self, who clearly had a loving and happy relationship with that Baelfire, however long it lasted. His portrait was displayed in a prominent place. She told her son about him. I can’t help but wonder how that played into her emotional landscape, here.

Whatever her thoughts on the matter, she did the Emma thing in the end and let him go, so… yeah. Big relief, there. Apart from “how about we don’t murder the kidnapping victim”, killing a child in front of their parents just seems… several shades darker than this show needs to go.

behold: the most awkward parting in this show’s history

This moment was actually darkly hilarious to me. Because you could see them both going “oh, right… we’re not actually back together. we should… yeah. bye. laters.”

And I’m not complaining, because that led to the scene at the well, which… I died. I just dropped dead from my chair, and I only came back to life so I could see the rest of this arc.

Look at my two idiots, not fucking up at a well, for once. …OK, it’s the second time, technically, but still. People on this show make a lot of bad decisions around this well.

@idesignedthefjords and I were joking that the only reasonable explanation here is that they were saving up all the good dialogue and character development in 6A for this scene here. They actually get to talk! About their fears, and insecurities, and how their good intentions paved the road to this hell. I can believe this dialogue, even when I don’t agree with all of it. Oh, and what Rumple said about being “so desperate that [you] reach for the cure, when in fact it’s more poison”? Yeah, he was totally talking about Gideon there. Sure he was. That’s what this whole bit of the conversation was about. (Pssst, he was talking about himself, mostly.)

They just were both so very, very tired, and it hurt to watch. Because this isn’t the end of their troubles by a long shot. Frankly, I’m still waiting for the Black Fairy to make a personal appearance, because I know what Murphy’s Law is, thank you very much.

and we just had that fixed, too...

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I Am But a Humble Cryptid...

...but I was actually tagged to do a thing, and I’m very happy to have a pleasant distraction from all the bullshit that’s happening in the world/my life right now ♥

Tagged by: @joeys-piano rules: answer 30 questions and tag however many blogs you want!

name: Tavis (still haven’t been able to afford to make it my legal name, but it’s my name whether legal documents think so or not D:< Feel free to call me Tav!)

gender: Cryptid. No but really, what the fuck even is gender anymore? I’m transgender, in the nonbinary department, but it’s easier to just tell people I’m a man so I go with that as a default. More in the agender territory though, with masucline leanings, and my pronouns are he/him and they/them. Either or work.

star sign: Taurus, and I’m very much like my star sign. Just wants peace and comfort, sorta stubborn (over dumb things, usually), likes food, and I’m a big guy so I intimidate people by just existing. I could be staring into space and freak someone out, it’s weird...

height: 5′11″, or 180 cm. Does not help my case of “intimidating by doing absolutely nothing”, let me tell you...I’ve learned to capitalize on it, though, and work security these days ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

time: 6:36pm mountain time, currently.

birthday: April 22, 1989. I...am old (ᓀ ᓀ)

favorite band: Not sure I have one, really? The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, they’re pretty good. I’ll forever love Evanescence, fight me. And, hmmm, I dunno, Panic! At the Disco? That still counts as a band, right? Oh! Breaking Benjamin is amazing. Really, I tend to just like single albums, or a song or two, so bands in general aren’t favorites of mine, but I suppose the ones I mentioned are ones I’m fond of, at least.

favorite solo artists: GACKT, Daughtry, and, I dunno, the Me of several years ago, before I started T injections, who could hit those high notes that my cracking voice no longer can achieve  ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

last movie: GIVEN The Movie. WATCH IT. IT WAS SO GOOD. @ladyxxdaydream knows what I’m talking about!

when did I create this blog: 2013? Or maybe 2012? Around that time.

what i post: Shit like this, where I got tagged lmao. Also art and fanfic, but none of my work would really be considered popular in any of the fandoms I contribute to, so I don’t really see my work as even ‘posts’, and more like me just chucking things I occasionally make into the void.

last thing i googled: Fujiwara Keiji—cause I was watching “Devil and Realist” and heard his voice, and then got hit with emotions cause I had the faint recollection that something had happened to him, googled him, and yup I was reminded that he died last year. Talk about a punch to the gut, remembering that out of the blue (ಥ﹏ಥ)

other blogs: I technically don’t have any other blogs, but I’m a mod for @one-ace-man​ 

do I get asks?: Very rarely, but when I do it’s usually from a mutual whom I love and cherish them for humoring my want to fill out ask memes.

why I chose my url: A billion years ago I wanted to spite the antis in the OPM fandom who had it out for the Asexual fans in the fandom, so I took “Caped Baldy” and made it into “Caped Ace”, just to really rub it in. And basically say, “FUCK (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ OFF”. I also really loved superheroes like Batman and such at the time (still do, but not as much), so it worked on another level for me. Now, neither of these things are really my focuses, but while I’ve been considering a name change for awhile, for the time being it sure has stuck around ☆～('▽^人)

following: 425

number of followers: 829, and hoping most of those are real people and not bots.

instruments: The only thing I ever got any training on, before life flipped me the bird and told me “fuck you, you don’t have the time or money to learn an instrument”, was the keyboard/piano. Always wanted to learn cello and/or violin, but again, no money for that. Drums was something I was very interested in and took a percussion class during middle school, but AGAIN, could never afford official lessons or the equipment so, right alongside everything else, I just never learned.

what am i wearing: Oversized pink hoodie that says “I’M TIRED” on it, surrounded by roses (it’s a mood, okay), and khaki joggers that make me look like a hobo but are at least comfortable.

dream job: An overnight security position in a cemetery/graveyard. Legit. Sign me the fuck up for that—I wanna walk patrol a dark, empty area that’s spooky as hell, and there’s no one alive around me that I’ll have to perform customer service to.

dream trip: I’ve wanted to go to Japan for a billions years, but also Ireland would be amazing, and any place with amazing temples/historical sites I could see and/or explore respectfully.

favorite foods: I love all kinds of curry. Japanese, Indian, Thai—if it’s curry I love it and will eat the fuck outta it. This one Thai place in Hillcrest (San Diego, CA) had the spiciest and most delicious curry, and they made these things called Curry Puffs, which I would sell a kidney right now for.

favorite song: This is an impossible question to answer ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)

nationality: Caucasian. White as fuck. Mayonnaise with a side of sour cream.

last book I read: If light/webnovels count, then Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. I haven’t finished it yet, I’m milking it for as long as I can’t because I don’t want it to end, but god damn it’s so good...no wonder it’s loved by so many people in and outside Korea ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Might re-read TCF for the third time, but the KR fandom’s shenanigans towards international fans on twitter lately has made me take a step back from TCF for the time being. SMPU (What Happens When the Second Male Lead Powers Up) is very quickly becoming a favorite of mine, even if the only way I can read it right now is on Ridibooks using Google Translate, which is...not ideal, but it’s better than nothing!

top 3 fictional universes I would like to live in: Pokemon for sure. The Cat Returns (oh to live as a cat in the cat kingdom, and dance at the cat ball with the Baron, voiced by Cary Elwes  (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡). And any of those crazy universes that KR webnovels exist in, be it like SMPU’s world that’s from a romance novel, or Solo Leveling, which is the whacky ‘life became like a dungeon crawler game’ world. I might die in .002 seconds if I suddenly had game stats and monsters were everywhere, but it’s better than living in late-stage capitalism any day.

Tagging: @ladyxxdaydream @liveandletrain @guardiandae @jojoeatsflan @synasays and anyone else who wants to do it!

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Gremp Review: Dr Herregods

Okay, today’s new grandpa that I adore!

I’ve been playing the remake of Sonny lately and TOTALLY having a nostalgia explosion! Its like a reboot of an old classic Flash game series I used to play a lot as a kid. The art, music, and everything has had a HUGE update, and they even added some new characters! Its a shame, however, that we lost the animated sprites and ability to see visual changes as you equip stuff. I’m guessing they just didnt have the budget to make it happen with the high res graphic update. Also some of the story changes are a bit weird, but an equally large amount of them are super good, so it all balances out. I just wish all the new characters didnt REPLACE the old characters, yknow?

At least Veraduz stuck around, and now he’s got a cool expanded backstory and reasons for joining your party. Its not just ‘we’re both zombies, lets stick together, i found a robot suit and somehow instantly knew how to use it’. Nah, instead now he’s a regular human who actually OWNS that robot suit, he starts off on the other side and joins you after seeing you’re sentient and deserve to live. Also he’s a disabled veteran whose robot suit is basically a mobility device to replace his lost legs. That’s instantly incredibly sympathetic and interesting! And still he’s our cool sassy giant buff healer dude and major BROTP with the protagonist. Woo~! ANYWAY, less rambling about loving that character, and more rambling about loving the new ones!

One of the best new changes to the plot was the addition of Dr Herregods, aka SUPER SCIENCE GRANDPA!

Further review below:

He’s actually the only new character who technically did exist in the original flash game, he used to be a tough bonus boss battle and got promoted to playable here. Obviously he took a huge power cut, but he’s actually still pretty damn strong! He starts off fragile but he gets A LOT of really good attacks. He can set up barriers and regen on his allies and DEAAAAR GOD am I happy that the ally AI is great in the remake, he’s saved me so many times! And his actual damage output isnt very good even if you buff him up, but he has Acid Element which bypasses defense buffs. Usually you have mr fragile grandpa dealing half as much as everyone else, and then when you face some overblown buffed up thing he’s suddenly the sole savior of the world! AND he can deal useful attack debuffs, so he frees up a move slot on your protagonist if you dont need to worry about those. Here I’ve got him very stacked up with defensive items at the expense of everything else, cos even if he’s buffed its not like he’s ever gonna be super fast or strong. Its best to just cover his fragility! Currently he’s actually one of the best defenders, I went with fragile speedster build for my other two party members Sonny and Kara. (Incidentally I love Kara! I wish Felicity didnt have to be replaced by her tho, is it some sort of rule that these games must only have one playable lady?) Tho the fragile build is fun to play in its own right! It just feels super in-character that he’d be like an overpowered useful buffer mage dude that you have to protect. The enemy still seems to try and take him out more often than not, even when he has enough extra defense to withstand it. LEAV GRANDPA ALON

Anyway, the Sonny games have never been super dialogue heavy or well written, tho the remake adds a lot of extra scene which has been nice. Its still kind of a crazy cliche storm, but its a sassy one with high production values and a SUPER well developed high difficulty battle system. The ways they make buffs and statuses and passives interact.. god, its beautiful! And in the remake you have a choice of way more elemental paths to customize, and can even ‘evolve’ moves mid battle. its like a limit break but you choose to turn one of your regular moves into a limit break and it stays that way for the rest of the battle! So you get advantages the longer the fight goes on, and the more damage you can take without dying. However the limit breaks are subject to the RNG so sometimes you get a bunch of buffs that arent actually useful for your selected move, and you basically waste your whole bar. Alas! ANYWAY LESS RAMBLING ABOUT HOW FUN THE GAME IS, YO

So yeah, nobody has a super developed personality or many scenes to show it off in. But still I LOVE NEW GRANDPA! He’s my favourite sort of thing: an evil grandpa that isnt evil. He’s your own personal mini evil! He’s got all the character traits of an evil scientist, apart from the bit where he’s on your side. And he gets to act as the comedic guy with all the vices, but still he remains loyal to you guys, and his whole moveset is supporting his friends, and i just LOVE HIM!!! *hug* I am a bit sad tho that he’s another different medic character, so you kinda have to choose between him and Veraduz. At least everyone still gets to appear in story scenes regardless of who’s in the party, so it doesnt really matter. Veraduz is still your super bff who gets the most screentime of everyone! OH, but actually ALSO a reason I love new grandpa!!! He becomes the guy who gets the second most scenes after Veraduz, and he’s like THE MOST IMPORTANT to the story! His introduction works REALLY well to make the early stages work a bit better. Before you were just journeying wildly with no real motive except ‘people are trying to kill me, keep running until this problem ceases to continue’. Now you meet a rogue scientist early on and he gives you a general goal and motive, you’re trying to find out what’s actually going on and he’s analyzing the different zombies you find along the way, showing you directions to find his laboratory eventually. He falls out of focus after he gives us this motive in the intro, but he still remains pretty useful in tutorialing how to use your new mutation specializations. And its justified that you get them cos he stuck a syringe of his latest crazy experiment into your neck. He’s helping!! In his own special way!! Seriously this is just WHY I LOVE HIM! He’s such a nice good hero man who 100% thinks like a sci fi villain, and the contrast makes for a lot of funny scenes. I legit thought he was gonna just be a temporary party member who backstabs you at the end of the chapter, i was SO GLAD that I was wrong! Ominous ambiguously evil man who never becomes evil ever is such a better trope! “Hey look that latest terrifying enemy is really damn cool, I’d love to cut it open. And genetically engineer a new and better zombie virus. And test it on you, specifically.” *does so* *and nothing but good things happen* *thanks grandpa*

FINAL GREMP RATING!

Personality - How much of a unique self this grandpa has, and how interesting. Stereotypical grandpa archetypes are still loveable, but it doesn’t exactly stand out above the rest!

Dr Herregods has the same sort of appeal as other fave characters of mine, like Charon. Except with even more appeal cos he actually does join the hero team! He’s a big eccentric that you wouldn’t usually expect for this kind of medic class gramps role! ‘Evil science man’ is kind of an archetype that’s often given to grandpas, but I mean you can’t say it lacks personality! I’m just... predictable!! I really love when the ‘mad scientist’ gets to turn good! ITS SUCH A GOOD PERSONALITY, DON’T LIMIT IT TO VILLAINS However Dr Herregods isn’t grumpy or sassy, he’s just more of a cheerful dude who really loves his job of making super zombies and is comedically oblivious to everyone else thinking its an evil hobby. That’s endearing in its own way! Nobody really gets a huge amount of dialogue or development in this game though, so take his rating with that in mind.

6/10

Design - How appealing does this grandpa look as a character? How endearing, how distinctive, how much does it suit him?

His design isn’t particularly new or interesting, he honestly just looks like the third stage of bugcatchers in pokemon.

However it’s still nice that he became a grandpa at all in this remake, when his original design was just this generic npc model.

3/10

Prominance - How big of a role this grandpa plays in the actual plot or gameplay.

This is actually where he excels! its so rare to find a good playable grandpa that isn’t like a super tiny plot role, or vice versa. And most of my faves are usually neither, and mad science grandpas especially tend to get the short end of the stick! I love him just cos he’s like if someone like Charon or Hojo got to be the hero of the story! Also he is REALLY USEFUL in a fight! Also DID I MENTION I LOVE THIS CHARACTER??

9/10

G R A N D P A -  Bunni’s very personal concept of what makes me want to adopt this grandpa. How well does he fill the void in the life of someone who had a shitty family devoid of loving guardian figures and projects way too much onto fictional characters?

OH MAN, I think if he was my actual grandpa we would have all sorts of crazy adventures together! And we totally have the same opinion on how monsters are HELLA AWESOME and it would be epic to gain super undead powers! Yo grandpa give me the super juice, I wanna shoot lightning from my zombie eyes!!! Also he’s just... like... GENUINELY GOOD! For once he’s not my guilty pleasure redemption fanfic dude who would never actually join the hero team in canon. This grandpa would legitimately be a caring friend! Even if he’s also a bit of an irresponsible space case. But seriously, DUDE, SAME! We’d be so bad if we became friends, nobody could stop us from making terrible life decisions to go poke giant monsters with sticks and chug mutagenic liquids

8/10  G R A N D P A

Literally the only reason he won’t get a 10 is the same as I mentioned above, nobody gets very much dialogue in this game so he’s just like a lil slice of perfection covered in a pile o headcanons.

Final Score: 26/40

[bromfieldhall]

In The Dark - A Mentalist Fanfic

TIMELINE: Set sometime during season four. AU.

SYNOPSIS: What happens to Jane and Lisbon when they're left in the dark? Pure fluff. Jane/Lisbon oneshot.

RATED: K+

IN THE DARK

"Seriously, Jane, what is it with you and making me hide in small dark places?" Agent Teresa Lisbon grumbled irritably as she tried to shift one of her legs into a more comfortable position.

They were hidden in a bedroom closet of a hotel room waiting for a killer to make his move using one of their CBI team as bait. It was late at night and the lights were out but the curtains and window had been left deliberately open. There was a half moon outside that lightened the shadows in the bedroom enough so they could see what was happening through the slats of the closet door, but not enough to produce anything more than a muted glow at best for the couple within.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean?" came the innocent sounding voice of her consultant, Patrick Jane, from right by her side.

Lisbon snorted derisively. "And I'm sure that you do!"

"Oh hush, Lisbon. Doesn't catching the bad guy make this tiny bit of discomfort all worthwhile?"

"Tiny! Tiny? This closet is tiny, not the level of my discomfort!" she retorted, smoothing a hand along her leg as she tried to get the circulation going again. "What kind of high end hotel has a wardrobe this small for goodness sake? It's a joke!"

"Guys! I can hear you," called out Agent Van Pelt in a hushed tone. She was nervously lying in bed bracing herself for the arrival of the suspect and the bickering she could hear coming from the other side of the darkened room was aggravating.

"Sorry, Grace," Jane called out. "You know how cranky Lisbon gets without her regular half hourly intake of caffeine."

Annoyed, Lisbon kicked out her leg and caught the consultant hard on his ankle. He let out a hiss of pain that had her smiling vengefully to herself. "Sorry," she said quietly, her tone sounding anything but. "Needed to stretch my leg."

He mumbled something about, 'vicious, vindictive women,' under his breath then leaned forward to rub at the offending area.

"What was that?" she asked pleasantly.

He chose to ignore both her question and the quiet chuckle that followed it then leaned back against the wall again with a sigh.

His movement now had them sitting shoulder to shoulder and Lisbon turned her head away from him slightly as she felt the usual spark of attraction that hit her whenever they happened to touch. Even though she knew she didn't mean anything to him in a romantic sense, it hadn't stopped her own feelings developing over time and she usually did a pretty good job of hiding them…when she could walk away. Being stuck in this closet with him, however, was going to prove awkward if she didn't get at least some kind of distance between them.

Jane looked over at Lisbon as she bent her knees up and encircled them with her arms before moving forward and resting her head on top of them to stare out of the slatted door. He immediately felt bereft at the loss of contact but then realised that her change of position now meant that the small amount of moonlight that filtered through into the closet was shining on her face. Smiling softly, he slowly studied her features, memorising them for a lonely day.

Truth be told, Lisbon was the real reason he often suggested they hide out together in cramped, dark little spaces. As well as giving him the opportunity to be physically close to her without her being able to do anything about it, he was also able to just stare at her, unguardedly. It was something he never allowed himself to do in the harsh light of day. There would be too many repercussions, not least of them being that it would attract the attention of the notorious serial killer, Red John. No, he had to keep his feelings locked deep down in order to keep her safe. But here, in the dark with just the two of them, he could nudge the door open a little and let his love run free for a bit.

"No sign of him yet," she commented softly, keeping a lookout. "Are you sure this little 'play' of yours will work?"

"When have I ever been wrong?" he asked. She opened her mouth to reply but he cut her off. "Meh, I mean apart from that one time? And it still turned out OK in the end so, technically, that doesn't really count either."

"So modest," she murmured wryly.

"Just honest," he corrected with a smile. Lisbon shook her head slightly, drawing his eye to the silkiness of her hair as it caught the moonlight. His hand twitched with the urge to touch it but he held back knowing it was wrong. He needed to find a distraction. Fast. Letting out a huff of air he said the first thing that came to mind, "You wanna play a game?"

"What?" she queried in surprise. "No."

"Come on, Lisbon, I'm bored."

"Oh, well, if you're bored…" she began sardonically.

"Good!" he cut in delighted, deliberately ignoring her caustic tone.

"No."

"Please, Lisbon," he needled. "Twenty questions?"

"No."

"Animal alphabet?"

"No."

"I spy?"

She snorted. "Really? In the dark?"

"At least you'll get all the answers right," he pointed out reasonably.

"No."

"Truth or dare?"

She snorted again and shook her head. "In this tight a space? The dare wouldn't even be worth doing."

There was a slight pause as if he were deciding what to say.

"Oh, I don't know," Jane finally intimated in a low voice. "I can think of quite a few things we could do that'd be utterly worth it."

Afterwards, when he had time to think about it, he knew he wouldn't be sure why he'd said what he had. Whether it was the moonlight, her close proximity or the simple fact that he was just plain tired of always denying his feelings. Whatever the reason, he knew he'd just taken a step closer to the proverbial line and how she reacted next would determine whether he finally crossed it…or not.

Lisbon immediately turned her head to look at him uncertainly. It was hard to make out his face in the dimness of the closet but the innuendo had been blatant…hadn't it?

"Like what?" she asked, cringing inwardly at the breathy sound of her own voice.

The consultant moved forward, drawing up his knees and encircling his legs with his arms, mirroring her own pose as he met her gaze. Leaning towards her a little, he chided lightly, "Don't play coy, Teresa, we both know exactly what I mean."

Her heart jumped at his words and she glanced at his mouth before allowing her eyes to slide shut. Their lips were inches apart now and she could feel his warm breath skimming across her cheek as she slowly moved to meet him halfway.

The sudden sound of the bedroom door squeaking open had Lisbon snapping back to attention and pulling away from Jane before they could finally kiss. The consultant internally cursed the suspect's bad timing and raked a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew the moment was lost and that Lisbon, being true to form, would pretend nothing had happened.

He sat back as his plan for catching the killer came to fruition just as he'd expected. Van Pelt and Lisbon easily dealt with the guy and had him in cuffs before Cho and Rigsby even appeared. Lisbon read the man his rights then told the others to take him back to CBI headquarters to get his confession. It wasn't until the criminal was just about to be led away by the three other agents that Jane finally made his way out of the small wardrobe, stretching his arms above his head and yawning widely.

"Well done, all," he congratulated with a cheerful grin. "Another bad guy down, thousands to go."

Van Pelt and Rigsby rolled their eyes at his comment while Cho just looked at him with narrowed eyes. Jane held his regard, fake smile firmly in place until the other man's gaze slid to Lisbon for a moment, then back to the consultant.

Whatever he saw seemed to amuse him as his lips hitched up slightly before he looked away and headed out with the prisoner, Van Pelt and Rigsby following close behind.

Jane's smile faded and he automatically started for the door when Lisbon's irate voice stopped him in his tracks.

"And just where the hell do you think you're going?"

He briefly closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for her tirade before opening them again. He knew letting his feelings show to her was going to come back and bite him in the ass. Raising his arms up in a gesture of surrender, he plastered a placating smile on his lips and turned to face her. "Now, Lisbon…" he began in a cajoling tone.

"Don't you want to finish our game?" she interrupted lightly as she slowly walked towards him.

The consultant looked back at her in confusion and let his arms fall to his sides. "What?"

"Truth or dare," she reminded him softly as she came to a stop in front of him. "Don't you want to play?"

Jane was speechless…almost. "I…uh…I mean…um…yes!"

Lisbon smiled. "OK then, Patrick, what'll it be? Truth…" she paused and glanced at his mouth before adding, "Or dare?"

Jane's heart skittered at the use of his Christian name and he smiled tenderly back at her while closing the distance between them a little bit more. "Dare," he whispered.

Lisbon nodded then placed her hand on his shoulder and raised herself up on tiptoes. As she leaned towards him, Jane closed his eyes and briefly felt her breath on his cheek as she moved past to place her mouth close to his ear and whisper, "I dare you to dress like a clown and ride a unicycle around the bullpen five times while juggling and whistling Dixie."

The consultant opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise. She couldn't help the chuckle that escaped and he found himself grinning back despite his disappointment. "Nicely played, but I'm afraid I'll have to forfeit, my dear," he told her regretfully. "I never learned to ride a unicycle."

He stepped back and was about the turn and go, when she unexpectedly grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him back to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself against him and proposed hesitantly, "Then how about I dare you to…to finish what you started in the closet?"

And there it was, the hand offering to help him take that final step across that dammed invisible line. Grasping it with both hands, Jane slid his arms around her waist and held her back tightly.

"Now that, my love, is a dare I'm happy take again and again and again," he murmured before pressing his lips to hers in a gentle first kiss.

THE END

[artificialscorpio]

3,4, 10, 20

Sorry I’m answering this so late, but life ya know (my computer kept freezing, traveling, then school, work and sleep). Thank you, love for sending in some numbers; I never get asks when I reblog asks post, so now you’re my favorite person ever- for the week.

3- Name three favorite (rpdr fanfic) writers

@lindseyluvsdrag pearlet is amazing. She’s one of the few that still writes pearlet and I adore her as much as I adore her fics

theartificialwolf and aphistas on AO3 are incredible writers their Vatya fics are so fucking perfect and just have the best plots (I recommend To Make an Angel Fall it’s so good and it’s complete)

One of my favorite writers on AQ is Ruby his fics Jealousy and Cigarette Burns are so good and I love the way he writes.

Honorable Mentions: Dani from AQ, who no longer writes (for AQ anyway) I just love their stories, Hot Pink, who I’m hoping comes back and @veronicasanders because she’s incredible and always has these amazing ideas that just appear from thin air

4- Name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why

This was the hardest of the asks for me (and unfortunate for you the longest), because 1- I haven’t read an actual book not required for a class in a long while and 2- I’m not attached to any particular authors, I look for plots instead of name’s if that makes any sense. Also, I just pull my inspiration from so many places. So, I put a twist on my answers.

Tim Burton (screenwriter, but still). His work is my biggest influence as an artist. I’m a big fan of fantasy films and I love the way he creates these weird, but enduring characters and the way he presents his stories. I love that odd, gothy aesthetic that is so famously Tim Burton. I just feel like he creates these worlds that you can get lost in, i.e. Alice in Wonderland, Jack and the Giant, Nightmare Before Christmas, and one of my all time favorite movies Edward Scissorhands. I’ve always been attracted to the ‘odd’ characters in books and on screen, even in real life I’m attracted to people who aren’t technically mainstream; I love my artists, free spirits, rebels, just people who don’t fit the mold and gets the most shit in life for being them and a lot of my characters fit that description in someway.  

Comic Book writers. I’m a fucking nerd and though I don’t read comic books I love them because they are the base for superhero movies and television shows, which I love. My first fic on AQ was a superhero au, inspired by X-Men. I’m a big fan of action, but action with superpowers are just a million times better. Superhero movies always have backstories, adventures, fighting, supernatural stuff, they usually are comedic and also have angst (someone dies or gets seriously injured and half of the time it’s like my favorite character), which is like this perfect combination for me because my life has been fucking crazy and I’ve always found finding the comedy in a situation a perfect way to balance the craziness and an outlet. I just think everything needs something that will make you cry in heartache and cry in laughter. Plus I really want superpowers, so one of my goals is to be in a superhero movie. I really wanna roll over or run over a moving car while running from people, and beat up several people at once.

Songwriters. Like 94.7% of my inspiration for my works (example in Tree House Kisses, each chapter title is a song). Music tells stories and they give me story ideas to write.

10- How do you do your researches?

Oh, man. Google is my best friend. I don’t have a strategic way to research, but it’s super random and the stuff that I research is super random. For Just Some Runaways, I mostly was googling maps and cities to know where they were located,  (I didn’t take geography in high school), what they were like/attraction, cost of train tickets, where it stops. For my Superhero AU, I was googling types of superpowers and the name’s of them. For Tree House Kisses, I’ve googled dates of when song, movies and tv shows came out, the different types of clothing styles, little stuff like what technology was out, but mostly I’ve had help from Veronica with anything I’ve been unsure about. And even parts of a gun for a fic that I’ve started writing, but its on hold for write now.

20- Favorite character to write?

Adore, she’s so open with her emotions and her philosophies and just the way that she thinks and stuff that it’s really easy to take aspects of her personality or just really be able to translate her personality that into whatever setting I need. Plus, she’s really fun to write.

Again, thank you so much, babe for being curious about a nobody like me.

[xdreamer45x]

Hey, guys! I finally got my dragon ball discord server up and running! Please message me for an invite if you’re interested! I’m gonna be a bit selective at first over who joins, just so I can get a feel for how to run things since I’ve never been an admin for anything before XP

Admins for the server will be me (server owner) and punkheart11

Here are the server rules/guidelines, I have these posted over there as well (let me know if you're unable to access them over there so I can fix it)

SERVER RULES:

- This is a server for Dragon Ball and ONLY Dragon Ball. Please refrain from discussing other topics unless it directly relates to the Dragon Ball franchise. Admins will take action if this core rule is not followed. 

-If you are having personal problems in your life and need to discuss them, please DM an Admin or a friend within the server that you feel comfortable with so that they may help you, do not announce it to the entire server. This is a place to ESCAPE the stresses of real life and have a positive space to hang out in, it is not a platform to air out personal issues.

- Be respectful towards others. Bullying and rudeness will not be tolerated. Admins reserve the right to kick/ban members who don’t play nice with others.

- If you are having issues with a particular user within the server, please DM an Admin so that we may act accordingly and keep this space comfortable for everyone.

- Memes and/or shitposting are only permitted if it is related to Dragon Ball in some form. Memes/shitposts for other fandoms are not allowed.

- Absolutely NO SHIP BASHING. Seriously, there’s separate channels to cater to everyone’s basic shipping needs, and new ones can always be added should the need arise. If you don’t like a certain ship, please be respecful to those who do enjoy it.

- Admins reserve the right to delete any and all content that breaks any of these rules.

CHANNEL GUIDELINES: 

- the_hub: This is the channel that will be used for general discussion of any aspect of the Dragon Ball franchise. Talk about the latest episodes, the newest merch, favorite movies, characters etc., share YouTube links; anything goes!

- fanart: This is the channel to post your own original artwork or to share artwork from others that you think is really neat! Creativity and feedback are highly encouraged!

- fanfiction: This is the channel to share your own original writing, recommend fics for others to read, share ideas for stories, discuss other fanfics, etc. Just like the fanart channel, creativity and feedback are highly encouraged!

- canon_ships: This is the channel to discuss any of the canon relationships in Dragon Ball (GoChi, VegeBul, K18, etc.) 

- yaoi_ships: This is the channel to discuss any and all male/male relationships, from popular to obscure to everything in between ;) The sky’s the limit!

- yuri_ships: This is the channel to discuss any and all female/female relationships, from popular to obscure to everything in between ;) 

- non_canon_het_ships: This is the channel to discuss any and all male/female relationships that don’t fall into the canon category, anything you like that has a guy and a gal!

- poly_ships: This is the channel to discuss any and all ships that involve three or more people, regardless of their gender or sexual orientation; basically a giant free-for-all where your shipping preferences can run wild!

- nsfw: This is the channel to post anything 18+, from either images or written content. Here is where you can post things that otherwise would make others uncomfortable in the other channels, as well as keeping more graphic content away from minors and/or those using discord in public spaces. No kinkshaming allowed, this is a safe space to share your dirty desires ;)

- xenoverse: This is the channel dedicated to the Dragon Ball Xenoverse game series. It has such vast potential for character and world building, which leaves it with lots of room for a ton of discussion! (Also helps that I (xdreamer45x) love this series to death and can talk about it for days XD)

- other_dbz_games: This is the channel for those who aren’t interested in xenoverse, or people who wanna talk about other dbz games that they love! (or hate, not all games are winners)

- dbz_ocs: This is the channel to talk about any dbz ocs that aren’t apart of the xenoverse world/storyline. Original characters of any type are all welcome here!

Thanks for reading! Hope to see you there! ;D Let me know if there's any technical problems with the server and I'll try to fix it :3