#jeez why do I write paragraphs for all these

[inkandpaintleopard]

Also 1 and 5 for Lila :>

Hrmmmm…

1: this goes for her and Skid, but I like that she has a purple color theme. That she lives and breathes purple. I also feel like sr pelo absolutely nailed the “mom” feel in her design, and also in the way she acts and stuff. I like all her outfits, in all their purple glory, and I like the way that top bit of her hair moves. Idk I just like all of her lol, she feels so expertly done.

oh also she has boots which are fun to draw.

5: the theory that she had some kind of past relationship with Bob. My first instinct when she sees that old photo of him and tears it up is to just think like “Oh that’s just because that’s literally the guy that spend all night trying to kill her and her son,” but-

Ok look; DHMIS taught me that not everything has to have a major hidden conspiracy behind it, sometimes things just happen for the sake of happening, and it can just be nonsensical and funny, and you don’t have to think too too hard about it.

and of course I'm thankful for that,

but now Spooky Month is making me relearn how fun it can be when everything is connected in one giant web. Someone sneezes and it’s probably hinting at a hidden audio file somewhere. One-off gags will always come back to haunt everybody (my favorite kind of joke yay). The idea that Lila knew Bob previously (or had some big realization at that one moment) used to seem far fetched to me, thinking she just tore up the photo as a final sPoOkY ending to the episode, but now I’m learning that it’s entirely possible, probably more likely than what I thought originally.

*cough cough* thank you for coming to my TED talk

[7-wonders]

Can I request a Morpheus x reader fic where reader is really tired, but she ignores it and keeps doing what she has to do, even though she feels overwhelmed. Morpheus knows from her dreams how she's feeling, he feels bad cause she didn't tell him anything, so he decides to ask her and surprisingly, she breaks down, telling him everything. He listens and reassures her, telling she doesn't have to fake emotions with him, he loves her anyways. Thank you <3

It’s been a long couple of weeks, and life seems to really enjoy just kicking you in the ass. Be it at work, where your boss continues to chastise you for problems that are not your doing (really, how is it your fault the internet went down for an hour yesterday?), or the deluge of school projects and deadlines that are all coming at you in a short amount of time, or even just petty drama within your friend group. It’s stressing you out to be so busy, but is life not just a series of periods so busy that you think you might be losing your mind?

You’ve been able to find absolutely no respite, not even in sleep. This, you know, will soon become a problem, thanks to the fact that you’re somehow in a relationship with the Dreamlord. Your dreams have been just as stressful as your waking life, actually nightmares about failing at all of the tasks you’re working so hard on, and they’re almost always fitful to the point where you’re not even asleep long enough to recognize you’re in the Dreaming and will yourself to the Dreaming proper before you’re waking up with a jolt and staring in resignation up at your ceiling. He’s going to find out, it’s a matter of when, not if, so you’re hoping you can somehow be faster and magically finish all these stressful tasks before he decides to look into why you haven’t visited him in the Dreaming lately.

That plan is almost immediately derailed by the essay you’re currently stuck writing. By stuck, you mean that you have absolutely no idea of how to finish it. It’s a longer assignment, 10 pages, and though you have about half of it written and know the topic and how you had set out to complete this assignment, it’s suddenly as though you’ve forgotten everything you knew about writing. For almost an hour now, you’ve been stuck staring at the cursor as it blinks mockingly at you, daring you to try and write something, anything, that will make sense.

(Jeez, maybe you really do need a break if inanimate objects are starting to pick fights with you. Narrowing your eyes at the offending computer pixels, your hands hover over the keyboard and you decide that, actually, the best revenge is to make this bitch work overtime as you whip out the rest of this essay.)

When you feel a pair of large hands settle on your shoulders, you don’t even flinch, too focused on finishing typing the paragraph to even summon enough energy to be surprised. Plus, by now you just seem to innately know when Morpheus appears in your general vicinity, and this also takes away from the element of surprise he used to possess when you first began becoming involved with the King of Dreams.

After you’ve completed your sentence, you tilt your head backwards in order to properly look upside-down at Morpheus, who’s already smiling at your antics.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hello.” He leans down to kiss you, before spinning your chair around so that you’re actually facing him. “You look tired.”

You huff out a laugh. “I’ve been tired for, like, a week now.”

“Your absence has been keenly felt by my realm’s denizens.”

With a raised eyebrow, you ask, “Just your denizens?”

“No being has missed you more than I,” he says with a smirk.

“That’s better.”

Gently, Morpheus tugs you up from your chair. “I believe that you deserve a break.”

“Isn’t that my line?” 

He just smiles in response (his smiles, of course, are fleeting and barely there, but you know how to spot them by now that you almost never miss them) and walks with you to your bed. Normally, when he’s spending too much time trying to get one of his new creations just right or when he’s too stuck on research and running himself ragged, convincing him to take a break is your specialty. You should protest this and insist that you need to finish your assignment first, but it’s almost impossible to say no to your beloved. Really, now you see why he gives in almost every time you pull this move on him.

When Morpheus does get you on your bed, he sits right next to you so your thigh is touching his. He’s so touch-starved that it would be almost endearing if you didn’t know the reason why. Instead, every time he has to be touching you, you just wish that Roderick Burgess was still alive so that you could beat him to death for what he did to Morpheus.

“If I have the wrong impression, feel free to say so.” Morpheus makes sure that you’re making eye contact with him, and you know that you’re screwed. “Are you alright, though?”

You were going to reassure him that everything was fine and that you could handle it, really, you were. And then he just has to go and cup your cheek with his hand and rub his thumb along the soft skin under your eye, and that ruins everything. The moment that he does that, you break and feel tears begin to spill down your face, which surprises you just as much as it surprises Morpheus.

“Y’know what, I don’t think I’m completely alright,” you admit through your sudden outburst of emotion. When Morpheus wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, your cries turn to sobs.

Sure, you know you’ve been stressed, but you didn’t think that it was “verge-of-a-mental-breakdown” stressed! Apparently, you were completely and utterly wrong, and now you’re facing the mortifying ordeal of being known in one of the most vulnerable ways that a human can be known.

One of the nice things about Morpheus is that he doesn’t try to fill any silences by talking or trying to distract you. Instead, he simply lets you cry it out. And cry you do, probably ruining his shirt–made out of the finest dreamstuff, of course–with all of your tears. You’ll worry about that later, though, when you don’t feel like your chest is caving in from crying.

When you finally feel like you can breathe, which is an indeterminate amount of time later, you pull yourself away from Morpheus’s chest and wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. You feel Morpheus push something into your other hand, and you look down to see he’s produced an actual handkerchief from out of thin air. Regardless of your continuing awe at the things he’s able to do, you take it from him.

“Thanks,” you say hoarsely, using the soft cloth now instead of your shirt. 

Morpheus allows you to collect yourself, rubbing his hand up and down your back and making sure that your breathing slows down to match his. Morpheus, of course, doesn’t actually need to breathe, but he’s currently doing so simply so that you have something to focus on. God, you love him so much.

Finally, you think you can form a full sentence without crying again. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I really didn’t think I was at the level of stressed where I start crying.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Morpheus says firmly, leaving no room for discussion. “Why did you not tell me you were feeling this way?”

You scoff. “What, like I’m gonna bother you with my silly little human problems? Tell you that I’m stressed because of work and school and my friends? You have better things to worry about than that.”

“There is nothing more important to me than you. Not my power, nor my realm, nor my station–nothing. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.”

“Why?”

“I could sense the nature of your dreams, and the way that you kept waking up throughout the night. I assumed, however, that you would come to me first with your problems and that I would not have to seek you out.”

“So you forgot that stubbornness is one of my most endearing traits,” you say sheepishly. You had that very thought, that you should talk to Morpheus about how stressful your dreams were, but then talked yourself out of it due to believing he had better things to do than deal with one human’s dreams.

“Yes. My mistake.” The dryness of his tone makes you laugh a bit, and the relief on Morpheus’s face is palpable. “My love, you need not hide your worries from me.”

“I wasn’t trying to do so on purpose, I just…thought I could handle it myself.”

“Is it not part of a relationship that we both support and take care of each other?”

You nod begrudgingly. “It is.”

“You take care of me so ardently, in a way that nobody ever has before.” He brings his forehead to yours, sitting with you for a moment before he pulls back just enough to look at you again. When another tear escapes from your eye, he’s quick to meet it with his lips. “Won’t you allow me to return your kindness?”

“If you think you can handle it, then sure.” You’re still feeling a little self-deprecating, which, by the pout on his face, it’s obvious Morpheus doesn’t appreciate it.

“Caring for you is the easiest and most natural thing I’ve ever done.”

It’s obvious that he’s going to take you to the Dreaming, but you can’t help casting a helpless glance at your laptop, still sitting open on your desk. “I really need to finish my essay first.”

“No, what you need is to rest and relax, both of which you shall do in my realm. Your schoolwork will still be here when you return.”

“What if I just write, like, one more paragraph?” you try to barter. 

Morpheus remains unimpressed. “If you’d prefer me to use force to get you to the Dreaming, I certainly can.”

“No, I don’t have the energy to put up a worthy fight.” With that admission, you have no choice but to let him lift you up into his arms so that he can take you with him to the Dreaming.

Plus, the more that you think about being pampered by your ethereally attractive, devoted, eldritch nightmare king of a boyfriend, the less that homework seems important. Not that you’re going to let him know that, though.

[the-down-upside-finch]

OC in 15 (Tag Game)

I was tagged by @aziz-reads in this post! I'm excited to try this one for the first time, so thanks for tagging me!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I think for this one, I'm going to share dialogue spoken by Sterling from Minding Q's, mostly because it's going to be really funny to me at least (CW: strong language)

“I wasn’t sure if it was gonna be warm or cold today, since it’s s’posed to rain later or whatever, so I just went with layers like usual. I think I made a mistake wearing pants, though. Damn, it’s hot out here.”

“Don’t die in there!”

“Wow—okay, stalker.”

“Okay, I should actually start heading back so I don’t get struck by lightning. Uh, but thanks for talking!”

“You’re not my real mom!”

“I don’t have a Pilea yet, actually. But-- I mean, if you want, we could swap. Not the whole plant! Just, like, a cutting. Or a leaf. I’d give you a cutting from one of my plants that you like. Maybe not the albo, though. Just ’cuz-- Sorry, I just sell cuttings from him, so I dunno if I could give you one for free. I could if I didn’t have to pay rent—but unfortunately, capitalism exists! And I have to buy groceries. Whiiiiich I totally forgot to do yesterday. Fuck—why does adulting have to be so hard?”

“Can you just let me deal with the consequences of my actions in peace?”

“Wait—oh my god, you’re right. It’s already Wednesday today. Ugh! I hate Labor Day! Not having classes on Mondays always fucks me up. I mean-- Sorry, you don’t mind swearing, right?”

“What! That’s lame. Seriously, why does being an adult have to be so lame?”

“Oh, sweet! They have grilled cheese sandwiches! I fucking love grilled cheese.”

“Sure! My class gets done at... Hang on. I literally just checked this. It ends at... No, not that button. That’s also the wrong button. Can I just-- Can I-- Oh my god—can I please open the right tab? There we go. That should not have been that hard. Uh... Thursday... Thursday... Where the hell did it go? Wait, I’m stupid—it’s right there. Jeez. Okay, it ends at two fifteen.”

“Yeah, I definitely was not paying attention.”

“That’s another thing I don’t like! Fucking roller coasters!”

“Huh? Oh. Oh, wait. Shit! I forgot—I’m super angry at you and never want to speak to you ever again!”

“Yeah, that’s prob’ly a good idea. I’m not really in the mood to die today.”

Yes I put those entire paragraphs in there on purpose. It’s just who he is.

I'm going to gently tag @mary-is-writing, @veneritia, @maddstermind, @asablehart, @amaiguri, @macabremoons, and anyone else that managed to scroll all the way down here!

[mbrainspaz]

stupid story time, where nobody wins or becomes a better person because it's the internet

the other day on insta I saw a fellow small-time writer/artist post a frame of a comic I recognized and he didn't credit the artist or say anything about the source. I commented a friendly 'this is from x by creator x and it's common courtesy to credit a creator when reposting their work.' That was my bit done. I wasn't gonna do anything about it if he decided not to. But this guy--who I really am not that familiar with at all--he snapped back with a several paragraphs long dissertation about the ethics of copyright in order to justify why he wasn't going to do it. For some reason there were references to Kermit and Honda cars. I'm already repulsed at this point but I respond that actually it does harm small creators when their content is distributed without credit. Simple fact, ok bye. He. Writes. ANOTHER. Wall of text. This time about how it's actually an important ethical debate or something. Idk. Tl;dr. I was just trying to get away at this point so I said, "whatever, man." Then the sting of indignation at having had that whole awful experience drove me to add "honestly would've preferred it if you'd just told me to piss off."

I unfollowed him to spare myself further trauma but I did see he replied later with something like 'I'm sorry I thought we were having a fun little debate.' No mate. You started ranting at a total stranger who tried to drop you some advice that might've helped you not get on the wrong side of a creator you clearly admire. Jeeze.

YoU Are nOT ImmUne To SociAL MEdiA DeBate LoRD BraiN Rot

[roxannarambles]

(Discussion of the Sar/Vio DLCs, very minor spoilers for Indigo Disk mentioned)

Somebody on ao3 left a comment on my Teal Mask fic and I had to delete it because it read, "Just so you know, [gives a whole paragraph of spoilers for Part 2 DLC]"

Honestly I found it kind of funny, I mean c'mon, who posts unsolicited spoilers in fanfic comments? Like jeez. Maaaaaybe the author doesn't want spoilers, not to mention the readers seeing the comments might not want them either. 🙄

Anyway they were an unregistered user so I couldn't message them and tell em why their comment got deleted, so if they're readin' here, you know who you are, lol. You probably meant well, it's cool, just show a little restraint next time. Some of us like surprises.

Obvs. I did not read the entire comment but I gathered enough to understand their argument was "part 1 of the DLC didn't have the Paldean pals because they wanted to have the time/space to establish the new characters in Part 1." (And yes, by now I do know that Part 2 will have the Paldean pals) And yeah, I understand the logic there. It does make sense they wanted the chance to establish their new characters. I also understand that in RPGs they want the player character being the center of the plot and the center of the action, so it's just easier to work with fewer characters sometimes.

The thing is, I don't care. I'm going to be salty about our friends being excluded from Part 1 anyway. If I was in charge, I wouldn't have spent the time making new *main* characters for the DLC at all. I would have doubled down on the main characters and the story themes already established in the main game. And any new characters in the DLC would have been purely supportive roles.

Now, the writing for the DLC so far has been good, and I'm not saying the new main characters (the Blueberry siblings) suck. They don't. I'm simply saying that I would still rather have the full DLC story with the Paldean Pals than getting brand-new stars, in an ideal world. Pokemon loves to make up tonnnnns of characters but they have a hard time actually fleshing those characters out. It was so nice to see them focusing on fleshing stuff out a little in S/V's main game, so I just wanna see that continue, ya know?

Enough rambling from me tho. Part 2 may be good enough that I'll forgive everything anyway. :D

(Probably not, my standards are waaay too high and I accept this fact)

[inklore]

What are your favorite things about each adam driver character?

oh jeez ok buckle up for the several long paragraphs i am about to write that no one's going to care about it because it's going to be feral nonsense ok <3 i'm just going to talk about my top favs since there's so many adc's and we'd be here all day.

— KYLO REN/BEN SOLO: putting our emo boy first because he's the first one i fell for (insane cause i went into the films ready to hate him because he killed off a fav of mine but then he took off his mask and i was like ....ima hear him out). as someone with both mommy and daddy issues it's no surprise i gravitated towards him and actually loved the dynamic he had with his parents because it's completely up to interoperation (i have read no sw books so exclude them), but han and leia both hint to them being not great parents. so thinking about the internal struggles that ben probably went through to become kylo and how easy it probably was to taint his mind because of absent parents or parents who didn't really know how to be their best for him literally sends me spiraling. not to mention this lil fucker is resilient as hell and he literally is just a ball of feelings and rage and doesn't know how to handle them because he was never taught how to and hellooo the call is coming from inside the house. his lightsaber is also superior (besides mace windu's). i will forever be bitter they focused hella on his relationship with rey than anything else (also this is no hate because i love rey ok). like i get it but also adam had the range to play as ben, to be something other than driven by trying to convince some girl to be on the dark side and take her down. like no hate but my boy deserved a bit better writing.

— ADAM SACKLER: i only watched girls for him and then i ended up really enjoying the show which was huge surprise but it just makes the rewatches that more special. but this little perverted freak is just so chaotic and toxic in his own way and it just makes me go dumb. because he's the little weirdo your girl friends will be like yeah stay away from him but he's the one who will love you so deeply to the point where it's a little scary and chaotic and toxic and dependent but he will also lift you up and do what he can for you and he's big as fuck and can carry you around everywhere, build you things, make you things, plus watching him in plays and little movies and shows ughhh. he's chaotic boyfriend material. a chaotic messy himbo if you will. he's just so unapologetically himself and has a lot more depth than one would think from first glance or the first two seasons of the show. and he's incredibly sensitive!! ok i'll shut up (but if we focusing on thirst um...the dirty talk?? yeah).

— PHILLIP ALTMAN: aka adam sackler's less-chaotic but a bit more toxic due to mommy issues counterpart (if we're being honest), i really have no real ground breaking explanation as to why i have intense feelings towards this man. it could be because the movie i really love the movie he's from?? like i don't know but when i think of him i just want to lay down and listen to lana and really think about how i could fix him by making him worse. i also think this character has hidden depth we didn't get to see and there's a lot of unspoken familial issues going on there and like he's a little lost (relatable). plus he's silly and his little dance hip thrust could convince me to forgive him of everything. plus the line "the stuff that's going on in fossil fuels is just really sexy" kills me each time.

— JUDE: i honestly think this character is insane. like he has a darkness to him that people either don't mention or just overlook because there's a kid involved. but even before said kid was involved he was...something else. like he's the worst baby daddy but also the best but also you get it but also you're like...do i get it because there's something off here?? like it's just one of those characters you're like do i like him? do i want him? is he okay? am i okay? what's even really going on with him? i just love it lmao.

— PATERSON: husband. boyfriend. material. that is all. you know the quiet soft boys that just make you want to scream into a pillow and be like 'when will it be my turn?' yeah, that's this man. he's everything!

[dialoguedailyish]

Devil: <inside pentagram, towering over Mortal, smiling menacingly> "So, thou wishes to acquire the powers of which I may offer? If so, thou shalt know that there is to be a price on such wonders."

Mortal: <standing by the pentagram> "Why yes, m'lord! Anything for a taste of your hellish abilities."

Devil: <laughs, leans towards Mortal, floating cliche paper and pen appear in their hand in a burst of flame> "Well then, thou must only sign this here contract and agree to the conditions specified, and my powers will be thine own to use~!"

Mortal: <hastily signs the contract without reading, contract and pen disappear in yet another cliche burst of flame.>

Devil: "All has been completed, mortal. Return to this place when thou is ready to deliver thy payment."

Mortal: "Of course, m'lord!"

[Later in the night, Mortal is reading the contract over.]

Mortal: <reading through the contract> "This thing is practically illegible! Jeez, I guess they must've made this shit on the spot."

Mortal: <arrives at the end of the contract, which sums everything they need to do up> "Okay, cool, let's see, that devil wants my soul, I should suppose- wait, what?"

Mortal: <rereads the paragraph> "No, no it really does say that. How strange... This is going to be expensive."

[Two days later]

Mortal: <reignites the pentagram, Devil reappears> "M'lord, I have gathered what you desire!"

Devil: "Why then, deliver me the goods thou hast gathered!"

Mortal: <hauls over a few trash bags full of something> "Of course, although if I may ask, why is this the price you have chosen?"

Devil, confused: "Why, what hast thou gathered? I have specifically requested for thou to gather 100 souls."

Mortal: <drops bags into pentagram> "Yes, 100 soles!"

Devil: <opens bags, sees many shoes filling them, laughs heartily> "Let me look into these bags- ah. I see."

Mortal, worried: "Is this not what you wished for, m'lord? I am sorry, will you have mercy and allow me to correct my mistake, oh lord?"

Devil, amused: "No, all is well, thou hast correctly fulfilled the contract given to thee, twas me who made this mistake in writing."

While reading over the demon’s contract, you realize it was riddled with typos. Notably, ‘soul’ was misspelled as ‘sole’. You thought the demon would be pissed when you handed him 100 pairs of shoes as payment, but he just started to laugh hysterically and clap.

[clairethecutepup]

Weekly Update: 3/11-3/19

Paragraphs ahead for: comic work, fan work, comic advice, advertising plans, gaming...

Jeez, why can't I seem to remember that Saturdays are when I'm supposed to post these? Aw well, at least it's being posted on a weekly basis, ja? So then, let's get into it...

I'm wrapping up the sketching portion of Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes' 7th page, and I've learned how to make lines less blurry: I need to alter the resolution before any potential drawing, and harden the lines for extra crispness. Hopefully, that fixes my little "fuzziness" problem...

Also, I've been thinking about blazing the entirety of Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes in a future post. I mean, I'll be doing a post with all the pages together, for viewer convenience, anyway. You see, I figured it'd be the best way to show my comic-related works to the world, via making posts with 50-ish comic "pages" to view. I know, I said I wouldn't do "blaze" posts with fan-related work, but work samples are work samples, ja? Hopefully, I'll have better luck in gathering a following and building up potential franchises, if I use the visual medium of comics, rather than simply posting chapter images with the accompanying paragraphs of literature.

Of course, I'm not just using a comic-styled medium for reasons of "easier attention-grabbing" alone, I also enjoy the idea of utilizing visuals/drawings than simple text walls. Why do you think I decided to add chapter images to Getting Your Goat, back when I stuck to mostly literary forms of entertainment? Plus, I feel like my art style would help my works be seen as more iconic/recognizable, compared to just a familiar writing style and the like. If you're gonna get anywhere, people gotta recognize your works as YOUR works, ja? Can't just rely on my blonde, little wolf-hybrid mascot to always tell you you're viewing something of mine.

Speaking of comic work, I really suggest doing it digitally for convenience sake. After all, do it traditionally and you'll be having a rougher/longer time altering outlines, panels and whatever else that'll take you a few seconds digitally. Sure, I won't tell you to fix what's not broken, nor am I demanding you forsake traditional art; but I will give recommendations where recommendations are seen fit. Of course, I don't want to forego traditional art myself, but I think I'll save it for reference sheets and other things that don't involve a bit more... "complexity," I guess is the word?

In relation to the workings of Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes, as well as the over all desire to make a fan comic series based on the "Assassin AU" of Ed Edd n Eddy, I admit a bit of nervousness toward people's potential reactions regarding Claire. No, I wanna include Claire and include her as is, so she's getting included and included as is: namely, animal-hybrids recently being made as the "perfect tool" for the organization's assassins.

Of course, there'd be hints the organization also plans to eventually make the dubbed "Werebeasts" independent enough, so it can MAKE its own and better brand of assassins, rather than spending the time/effort into abducting and grooming people as kids. At least, I think that's supposed to be the AU's backstory: they were taken by the spaceship, in the "Invasion of the Eds" episode, and "trained" into their assassin lifestyles?

However, you don't get anywhere in life when you're too scared to do anything, so I'll suck it up and see what happens. The important thing is, as long as Claire doesn't hog the spotlight nor be more Mary-Sue than character, it should be fine. Plus, I'm sure some of the EEnE fandom would appreciate the "Assassin AU" making a comeback, characters like Claire present or not.

In matters unrelated to creative workings, I've finally gotten Pizza Tower, and I love it! It's fun to take the slow, steady pacing of platforming while exploring the levels-- and then run like HECK, Sonic the Hedgehog style!! I don't think I'll go for all "P" ranks, nor even one, as I like my games to be fun. Instead, I'll go for the collectibles and find all the secrets!

Anyway, till later!

[captainsatspeed]

moving on - my thoughts

ive seen some people discussing why they think robin hasn’t moved on, because how could he possibly have some sort of unfinished business or something he needs to get over?

my personal headcanon for moving on is equally comforting and heartbreaking, which is that there is nothing in particular that triggers it. you dont really need to get over anything for it to happen, it just does. it’s just the way it is, some people move on quick, some take longer, some havent after thousands of years. it’s the same as life. everyone has an amount of time but they don’t know what it is until the end. there’s something comforting about knowing it’s not in their control.

or maybe they move on after they’ve gotten over whatever they needed to, just not immediately. that it needs you to do that before it can happen, but there’s no knowing when. perhaps robin got over whatever he needed to, but it took him so long he might never move on.

now i would say if they do make ghosts move on in the show it’ll be due to them sort of finishing their development, but to me in the context of the show’s universe thats so very sad. they’ve actually finally reached the best version of themselves they can possibly be and then they’re just gone before they can experience it.

and in terms of writing and the way the cast works, they can’t really make just one ghost move on. it would ruin the group dynamic, and they’ve just written a core cast member out. so the only way it can really work is if they all move on together. (i don’t think i could ever get over that if it happened.)

and i’ve just had a brainwave while typing this. maybe they’re stopping each other from moving on, by becoming a family. the ghosts over the years that moved on did so because they were ready, had nothing to leave behind. but they all have each other to leave behind. even if some of them are ready personally, they won’t go until they can all go together. jeez.

i’m sorry for this ending up as long as it is lmao i meant it to be a paragraph long.

[anotheroneofthegaysharks]

Happy Birthday!! As a little gift, I would like to supply this little brainrot Idea I had:

Not sure if you know, but in the canon novelization of the first two episodes of CS, Mime bomb sulks with Black Sheep on the beach after graduation, because he wasn’t chosen to go on the first mission. Black Sheep leaves after their conversation. But what if Thunderbird shows up after that?

Thunderbird was chosen to go on the mission, but after seeing how upset Mime Bomb was about not going, he decided to forfeit his role for the first heist, and stay with Mime Bomb. The two spend a while just talking and cuddling on the beach, until they decide to head back into the academy. But Mime Bomb sees Black Sheep and starts tailing her, leading to him telling the faculty about her escape. Though im not sure what Thunderbird would think of all this…

the idea is a little half baked, but I was hoping you could have some fun with it? I hope your birthday is a good one!

-Anon 1

Anon 1! Sorry, I got to this too late and it's no longer my birthday, but thank you anyway! Also WHAT? THERE ARE BOOKS NOW?? WHY HAVE I NOT READ THEM YET UDHFHDHD

ANYWAY I actually really like this idea thank you, I might write a full thing about this later but for now I only have the mental energy for a couple paragraphs or so

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As Mime Bomb came back from the faculty room, he was greeted by Thunderbird running up to him and giving him a big hug.

"Hey! What were you up to? My little snitch have any secrets to spill?" Thunderbird loved hearing about all the secrets and gossip Mime Bomb picks up from around VILE. Mime Bomb explained the whole thing about Black Sheep leaving with the others and Thunderbird didn't look all that bothered.

"...Honestly? Good for her. Girl's got skill, she deserves to be up there. Anyway- let's go back to the beach, I miss your cuddles."

It's only when the crew comes back that Thunderbird gets upset. Gray came back carrying a semi-conscious Tigress over his shoulder. Thunderbird went over to the crew and poked her on the head. She just hissed at him but seemed too weak to do anything about it.

"Jeez. What happened to pussycat over here?"

Gray glared at Black Sheep. "Why don't YOU tell them." Thunderbird could already tell there was tension and almost regretted asking. Well, he would've, if he didn't secretly love the drama. Black Sheep looked away.

"...So I might've tried to stop them from stealing the Eye of Vishnu. But-!"

"You did what?! Black Sheep, I thought you were girlbossing! What were you thinking??" Thunderbird was in disbelief. Black Sheep was one of the most skilled AND most determined students in his class. What happened to her? She tried to explain herself, but Thunderbird didn't want to hear it. He'd already walked away.

(ok so maybe that was more than a couple paragraphs whoopsie)

[mylordshesacactus]

4 and 22 for the writing meta asks?

4: Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of

Oh jeez. I have 115 fics on AO3 alone, give me something a little more specific and I can pick one XD

22: Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Oh, all the time! Why am I writing anything if not because it's the kind of story I find compelling? I probably reread my own fic more often than I read other fic. I'm just so good at catering to my own personal tastes.

[enjennie]

In The Limelight [chenle x reader]

Summary: Tutoring the CEO’s son, when you’re barely interested in business. And falling for him, when you knew nothing about love.

Genre: Fluff. Rich kid!Chenle Tutor!Reader

Warnings: None

a/n: not proofread! I’ve been in a slump lately ☹ my works haven’t been satisfying me but I hope you enjoy this! btw omg this is a reupload bc the first time... somehow, the paragraphs were jumbled up? 

 “Y/N, there are flowers on your desk,” your classmate gestures behind them to the classroom you were headed to before quickly passing by. You could only nod, a little taken aback by the sudden information you received. Flowers? As far as you know, Valentine’s had passed, so has white day and it’s definitely not your birthday.

But as you enter your classroom, the bundle of flowers catching your eyes, you knew one thing for sure was from who it was. As you approach your desk, you lift the thoughtful gift and inspect the small card attached to the string that tied it beautifully together. ZCH, it read in cursive.

 “How was your day?” Chenle’s voice can be heard from the other line, the smile on his face almost something you can hear along with it.

“It was great! Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They’re delightful,” you beamed, eyes landing at the arrangement that now sat on your vanity. Chenle chuckles, his laughter sending serotonin to run through your body.

“Not a problem, I’m glad you like them,”

“Though I’d appreciate if you gave them to me yourself,” you cheekily continued. Chenle could only smile, his face softening at your request. It was a simple request. Yet, he couldn’t do it.

When you notice the silence that follow, you immediately regret what you said. You desperately try to backtrack, sputtering out words. “Well- I mean-, It’s fine- Thank you, still! I love them,”

Chenle hums, “I know. Don’t worry. You’ll wait though… right? It won’t be long,”

You plant your feet to your carpeted floor and nod, even if he can’t see you. “Of course, Lele,”

 Zhong Chenle is the son of the most respected CEO of one of the biggest corporations in Shanghai the entire world. Chenle was the next in line to the company. After his brother had expressed how the business world didn’t interest him, the responsibility immediately fell into Chenle’s hands. And even if music was his love and calling, he had to let it go as to not disappoint his father.

Chenle had accepted it some time ago, going to school only for the degree so he could be eligible to own the business. He accepted the fact that he was going to be living the life his father made for him, not one he made for himself and it was the hardest pill to swallow. But things changed when he met you. There was more purpose to the things he does, it wasn’t just for nothing. Life had gone from monochromatic to colorful.

 “Miss, Y/N. Mr. Zhong just moved and he has to take this class to pass the semester. I trust you can fill him in with our module? Mr. Zhong, this is Miss. Y/N, she scored the highest during midterms,” your world economics professor had marched towards you after class, a tall boy following behind her. He looked just as oblivious as she did, to the sudden weight and pressure being put on you.

You merely nod and say a simple hello, not being able to say anything else. It wasn’t a question, this was a demand. Jeez if I was gonna teach your student I should get a portion of your pay. You thought bitterly. At the time, you were struggling to juggle a part-time job at a café while also maintaining your grades to keep your scholarship.

When your professor left you two, the boy kept his hands buried in his pockets. His clothes were semi-casual and his hair was styled nicely. Who the hell moves halfway through the year?

“So, Mr. Zhong-“ you take your books into your arms and lazily sling your bag over your shoulder, heading towards the door with him trailing behind you.

“Chenle-, You can call me Chenle,” he finally spoke, startling you a little with how cool and soft his voice is as opposed to his striking visual that intimidated you at first.

“Nice to meet you, Chenle,” you give him a smile.

You were gonna be around this guy for who knows how long, might as well try to be his friend. Maybe it’ll make the teaching less of a chore.

  “Wrong,” you huffed, marking his essay and adding in annotations. “Chenle, remember there is a specific way to start these essays and that’s by defining the terms you’re using,”

The boy sat opposite of you, arms crossed and back against the couch comfortably. You were in a café. The café you worked in, to be precise. Your schedule today overlapped with Chenle’s and as much as you didn’t want him to see you slaving around, you also couldn’t miss this paycheck at the café. You gave him an essay to write just to check on his phrasing and structure and left to buss some tables and serve orders. But when you came back, Chenle barely wrote anything and could care less about it.

“Can we not study today?” he whined.

You and Chenle have been meeting each other for a month now, and you’d soon learned about the type of boy he is, the life he led. In ways you didn’t expect to.

 The first time you found out about Chenle’s reputation was through the newspaper. No, not the school newspaper. Not even the local newspaper. But on the Wallstreet Journal, when you had to grab material from any recent article for a class. Chenle’s name floated along with the words ‘Young entrepreneur’ and their company’s name. You gasped so loud you had to excuse yourself from the library and leave in a hurry. That afternoon you smacked him on the shoulder with your thick world econ textbook.

“You’re from a family of business corporates and you’re learning world economics from someone who crammed the exam?” you exclaimed. He stared at you blankly, book in hand and pen in the other.

“And you don’t pay me!” you added. The fact that you’ve been tutoring someone as rich as Chenle just didn’t make sense to you. Why not go to a professional? Instead, he was here with a sleep deprived college student who sometimes mixes up business terms just because she couldn’t care any less. World Economics was a mandatory for you. You studied to pass, sadly.

“I could start paying you, name the price,” he said easily. But you shook your head.

“I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I actually don’t care about the money,” You led him to the picnic bench with the table outside school grounds and propped your book on it along with your bag before taking out your bento box. “Just blows my mind how you won’t just pay for the classes. I don’t teach that well-” you continue.

“I like you, though,” Chenle calmly interjects. You look up at the boy, movements being halted by his bold statement.

“Pardon?” you felt the need to have him clarify what he said.  The boy leaned across the table, over your textbooks and notes. “I like you,” Chenle repeated himself, but the impact it had on you was just as powerful and hit you hard. Your heart was doing somersaults.

Chenle’s eyes grew thin as he smiled, backing away from you and sitting back down.

“So, chapter 12,” he starts flipping his book nonchalantly, leaving you out of breath with a heart hammering in your chest.

  “What do you mean not study today? You have an upcoming quiz with Mr. Byun this Friday and mind you, that man searches for wrongs, not rights,” you raised a finger at him, shaking it matter-of-factly.

“No, let me help you. Do you usually run the café on your own?” he closes the book and takes his essay from your hand. You’re left slack jawed.

“No. I- Johnny couldn’t come in today,” you explained. Suddenly, you were stammering as if explaining to your boss. At first, you were doubting if it was the same Chenle you were reading about in the articles. The boy you were tutoring didn’t come off as someone who would be running corporates and buying stocks or whatever. He was more laid back and relaxed. Aside from the way he dressed, nothing gave it away that he was indeed the CEO’s son. But there were times where you got a dominant feel from him. Times when he stood with much authority and didn’t accept no for an answer. In those moments, you realize how Chenle’s presence alone demanded respect.

Soon enough, you found yourself behind the counter with Chenle beside you tying the apron to himself. He looked cute, somehow. The way he smiled at customers and tried giving them their recommendations set butterflies run free in your stomach, you almost swooned. He didn’t get much studying done that day, but you surely did. You learned the fact that you falling slowly but surely with Zhong Chenle.

  There were two chapters you’re left to cover. In the short month and a half, you managed to teach Chenle six month’s worth of topics. Seeing him every other day made Chenle a familiar face to see around. Of course, you never actually got to see him around campus when you weren’t tutoring him. It left you wondering if you were actually teaching a ghost. But all doubts went away when the girls in your class started whispering about the cute boy waiting outside class. You quickly found out it was Chenle who they were talking about, and he was there for you. It was safe to say he wasn’t a ghost and is in fact real.

Carrying his book bag, he was stood against the wall with reading material under his arm.

“Chenle, we don’t have a schedule today,” you walk up to him, trying to avoid the dozen pairs of eyes that watched you. Chenle nodded, “Sorry, I won’t be here tomorrow. My father is bringing me on a business trip,” he states.

It wasn’t new for you to hear this coming from Chenle. Just the other week, his father brought him along to Japan for a company deal and Chenle came back with a little keychain souvenir for you. The same keychain dangled from your bag now as you both walked to the exit of the building. “Are you free?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring my book with me tod-“ you begin searching in your bag, even if you knew it wasn’t there. You were just trying to ignore the way his question made your heart jump.

“I mean… for dinner. Are you free for dinner?” he places a gentle hand on yours, stopping you from looking further in your bag. Chenle’s bold movements sometimes took him by surprise as well. He quickly retracts his hand, shoving it in his pockets. You let go of your bag, placing your hands on either side of you.

“Why?” you squinted at him suspiciously.

Chenle’s smile is small, but doesn’t go unnoticed by you as he turns his head towards his car then back down at you. “Listen, you don’t have to overanalyze this. I just want to treat you,”

  Chenle had thought about it a hundred times or more, before finally making a decision. Although you’ve been seeing each other in cafes and libraries for some time now, he didn’t want to consider those as dates. Sure, it gave him time to admire you up close and get to know you but he wanted you to know his true intentions. The only problem was boy, was he a wuss. And were you oh so dense!

Despite the subtle and not so subtle hints he’s given you, you remained clueless about his feelings. Unsure, confused and just downright oblivious. From the way he looked at you to how he vocally told you he liked you. You shoved everything under the rug, afraid that this boy was just toying around with you and having a laugh. He found it cute.

 It didn’t matter that you were in your school clothes, carrying about three thick books in your shoulder bag. He thought you looked stunning. You ate at a pizzeria just in town and he expressed how it tasted just like pizza from Italy. You said you wouldn’t know the difference since you’ve never been, and had a laugh about it.

The walk from his car to your apartment wasn’t that far, it’s just that he had to park a little further since there was no more space left in front. As you walked together, you noticed how the vibe and atmosphere between you two that developed as the night deepened, was different. More lax, comfortable. Like friends? You were both silent, until Chenle piped up.

“I lied, I didn’t just want to treat you,” he muttered, looking into the distance of your quiet street.

You turn your face towards him and you catch a glimpse of his face in the moonlight before looking away. He’d taken your bag from you and had it around his shoulder now. Him in his white polo shirt and brown suit jacket. He was always dressed like he was attending some kind of formal event. That’s Chenle for you. Mr. CEO’s son.

“Then?” you prompted him to continue.

Chenle averts his attention towards you as you finally reached the front of your apartment. You both stop walking, facing each other with the moon as your spotlight. You look at him from the light of the moon, it illuminated Chenle’s features perfectly. You would be able to inspect him when he studied, but each look at him made you breathless every time you had to look away. Much like right now.

“I wanted to take you out. Like, on a date,” Chenle confesses.

You could never wrap your head around how bold Chenle could be. Always leaving you flustered after saying such things, this boy was your weakness. But you didn’t give in. At least, you tried not to.

“Oh,” was your only response as you put your hands together, looking up at the tall boy. You hoped it wasn’t obvious that heat was rushing to your cheeks and ears by now. You could practically feel your blood flowing through your body, making you feel warm all over. “It was fun, I enjoyed it,” you shyly admit.

Chenle takes a step forward, raising his hand to palm your cheek gently. It’s the first time he’s ever gotten this close. “But I’m not sure you’re ready for my world yet,” his voice is lower, cool. Like wind.

You part your lips slightly, willing yourself to breathe. Your breath is unstable, shaky. This time, you take a step forward. “Are you underestimating me?” You don’t know where the surge of confidence came from, but you were thankful for it. The look of surprise is quickly melted into amusement as this was definitely the first time you ever made the second move to the dozens of times he’d left you flustered.

Chenle dips his head down close to your face. Eyes trained on each other, you tried to get yourself to breathe. He looked alluring, and you watch his eyes drop to your lips. Your head had become blank, nothing in mind. Just him. Chenle, and nothing else. His calm eyes, button nose and plump lips that you so very badly wanted to press against yours. “Are you sure?” he whispers.

You close the space between you and Chenle, lining your lips with his and connecting them together. The sensation almost sending you on your knees, you grab onto his shoulder for support and he holds you up by the waist, swiftly wrapping his strong arms around you. It felt like such a big relief, you almost sighed.

When you pulled away, Chenle’s smile comes into view as you fluttered your eyes open. He places his hand at the back of his head and scratches, suddenly becoming shy. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“You’re something else,” you giggle, smacking his arm before snatching your bag from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. You feel his hand against yours, forcing you to stop. “I’ll see you after my trip?” he asks.

“Same time… for class,” you reply, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. Chenle lets your hand go, a smitten smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. Zhong Chenle wished things were simpler. He wanted to give you the world.

 “It’s just a black tie party and my dad’s forcing me to come with a date,” he fixes himself in the mirror. He looked handsome, as always. In an all-black suit that fit him perfectly. Dressed like he had someplace to be, people to meet.

You sat on your bed behind him, arms folded and face scrunched up into a frown. A date. Probably someone from a rich family, better than you, his future spouse. They’d have perfect little babies together. All these bitter thoughts were flooding in your brain. When he notices your unusual quietness, Chenle turns to face you and gives you a goofy smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he approaches the bed, placing either hands on the side of you and leaning in close. Chenle could tell when you lied and knew exactly how to make you crack. You pull your knees to yourself and don’t bother hiding the scowl forming on your face. You couldn’t do anything about it. After several talks with Chenle, he explained how much pressure he gets from the media and his family. How dating even became a hassle because of how the pressure would then be shared with his partner.

For years, it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t find anyone that sparked his interest, and only had meaningless one night stands. He was fine with it, really. But all of that changed when he met you. For once, he wanted to go after something he loved. Not let it go, unlike what he did with his own passion for the sake of his father’s dream and business.

You shook your head, ridding the thoughts in your head and throwing them out. “Nothing. I know it’s just business. Message me when you get home?” you didn’t need to ask, but you still do. Chenle always kept you updated, whether if it was how the party he’s in has a chocolate fountain or if the bathrooms have automatic toilets. It was always bizarre hearing about his stories and taking a peek of what his world is like. The world of corporates. You weren’t ready for it, and Chenle knew.

 The secrecy of your relationship didn’t last very long, soon enough it’s got media questioning who Chenle was seeing and your status. After a few run-ins with the paparazzi, you both decided it would be best if your meetups were more discreet. Luckily, the cameras hadn’t captured your face yet, but it was only a matter of time until they did.

To top it all off, the news had spread across campus. Girls left and right claiming they were the one dating Chenle, it didn’t bother you too much. You had a scholarship to keep and a job to go to. Sometimes, you’d find a single rose and a letter waiting for you in class, or at the café. Of course, you and Chenle had wrapped up the tutorial classes and he was able to pass the exam. He was one step closer to his degree, but happy wasn’t the word to describe him.

He yearned to be with you, have you in his arms and spend hours together just like you used to before things got complicated. Chenle grew lonely without your presence as months passed. Nonetheless, you hung onto the string of hope that maybe one day people wouldn’t care so much. That you could take all the criticism, the heat.

 It was around 2am when your phone rang, disturbing your slumber. It was a Friday night and you took it upon yourself to catch up on some sleep after the horrendous exam week you just faced. Chenle had said goodnight hours ago. You wondered who could be calling at such an ungodly hour.

You pick up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” Chenle’s voice filled your ear. Your eyes snap open and you shot up from your bed, pulling the phone away from your ear. Sure enough, it was him. Lele, with a little heart beside the name.

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask worriedly. His voice sounded slow and there was rustling behind him.

Chenle lets out a groan, and your heartbeat picks up its pace. You knew better than to think Chenle would cheat, but it was definitely worrying hearing this without any idea what was going on. “I miss you,” he breathed, voice raspy and low. You couldn’t keep the smile from appearing on your face. In the darkness of your room, your heart swelled with joy. “I miss you too, Chenle,” you whispered back.

Distinct voices come through the line, and you make it out to be Jeno and Jaemin. They’re bickering and you hear a guitar in the mix. “We’ll leave you here, Chenle,” Jaemin calls to his friend before you hear a door close.

“Why did you call?” you ask but you were happy that he did.

“Because I can’t be there with you. Even if it’s all I want right now,” he confessed. Your smile faltered and a hint of sadness falls upon your face as he continues. He was obviously drunk, but Chenle has always been really honest because he couldn’t lie. These days however, you haven’t had the time to talk much and you knew there was a lot on his mind. It hurt to know that it’s been this, and you couldn’t do much about it. “I just want to tell everyone about us. Screw what they think, YN. You’re perfect to me,”

Hearing his words gave you a glimmer of hope. You wished he was right, you wished you could believe it.

“Chenle-“ you sighed. “I want that too,”

There was a moment of silence before his voice came through again and you thought he’d passed out drunk already. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve sacrificed so much for my father, but you’re not going to be one of them,”

His words brought the smile back to your face, tears welling up in your eyes from how happy you were to hear them. It seemed at this moment that you could battle anything, because you were with Chenle. Everything would be alright. He was here and you are too, it’s the two of you against the world.

“Tomorrow, let’s make it official,” Chenle proposed.

You bring your hand up to your lips and bite on your nails, now fully awake more than ever. “Okay,” you agreed. Chenle grins, getting up from his bed. “I’m coming over,” you can hear him walking around now, keys jangling and shoes on his wooden floor.

“You can’t drive-“ you hurriedly try to stop him, keeping in mind his state.

“I don’t drive a Tesla for nothing,” he chuckles. “I’ll be there soon,” The outgoing beeping of the call followed afterwards as he ended the call. The realization hit you a moment later.

 The next day, you and Chenle arrived in school together. He stayed the night, carrying a change of clothes in his bag. For someone who was smack drunk, he sure did pack well.

From the moment you stepped out of his car, many students were around to watch. Exchanging whispers and staring, your cheeks set aflame when Chenle pulls you by the arm, your hands connecting between you and threading together naturally. It drew the attention of many onlookers and you chewed on your bottom lip, not used to the attention.

“They’re staring,” you whisper close to him.

“Let them,” He responds. Chenle tilts your head up to meet his gaze before planting a lingering kiss on your lips, confirming people’s already forming suspicions. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Write Up ~ KTH [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

GENRE: Fluffy, jealous, established-relationship

PAIRING: Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Seungmin (for like a couple of paragraphs)

A/N: As soon as I saw Puppy dog crush I had to make it Seungmin! Hope you enjoy!

Staring over at the clock on the wall you hoped it was just a little fast and that you weren't being stood up by your boyfriend Taehyung, time seemed to be moving slower now that you were staring at the clock on the wall. It was a Wednesday afternoon which meant it was his afternoon off and he could come and spend the afternoon with you in a small cafe in the middle of Seoul. It was the cutest cafe in the whole of the city, right down an alleyway which meant that hardly anybody knew that the place existed and that you were free to just let your hair down. The two of you had been together secretly for the last year and a half and this was one of the weekly routines that you would do together in this one spot. The owners knew you both well and would always make sure to have your orders waiting for you whenever you came in to work in the shop. You'd been working as a songwriter for years in the industry, working with people not just in the Kpop industry but with Western artists too. It was something you were very well known for since people liked to collaborate with you a lot, forming friendships and business relationships with different singers and groups was intimidating but something you'd always longed to do.

A couple of companies had gone to you with the task of creating some love songs for their performers, all you were told about them was that the people that would be singing the songs would be female. You weren't allowed to know anything else except for that which was why Taehyung had offered to come by and help you with writing. Writing songs alone wasn't normally an issue but you'd been struggling a lot with this one, Taehyung offered to help as a way of couple bonding with you. Spending time together while getting to write about your love life in a song that would be able to be heard by people all over the world. 

Tae: I got caught up, reschedule for next week? You smiled down at your phone, at least this time he text you telling you what had happened and you weren't left waiting. It wasn't like you were mad at him for being late or not showing up, you understood what it was like for him being so busy all of the time.

You: No problem baby, I'll head home after writing down some ideas x It wasn't as though it was a big deal having to write on your own but Taehyung felt bad for making you do it. He wanted to be the one there helping you out with the lyrics. In a way, it would be "your song" without everyone knowing that it was about your relationship. No matter how hard Taehyung had tried this week he couldn't seem to catch a break, no matter what he did everything seemed to pile on top of him more and more. Although he was supposed to have every Wednesday afternoon off he'd been so caught up and behind with recordings that he didn't have the chance to have the day off. It felt as though he was being rushed off his feet all of the time and had no chance for time to himself but he was going to make it up to you. 

"Y/n?" You looked up when you heard an unfamiliar voice call out your name and smiled when you saw who was standing there. You couldn't believe it when you saw who it was it was as if the universe was throwing you a bone since Taehyung wasn't coming to meet you. 

"Seungmin?" You questioned as you looked up at the boy you used to know really well. You and Seungmin had gone to the same school for years and got along well with one another but after graduating you grew apart and ended up losing touch with one another. He didn't look much different than before only a lot taller and his hair was dyed black rather than his natural brown colour but it felt so weird to see him after all this time.

"What brings you out here?" You laughed softly as you pushed the chair that was in front of you out from under the table so that he could sit down with you. It had been so long since you'd even seen him it felt odd to just bump into one another while you were out and around the city. You figured he would be too busy with his own group to come to smaller places like this. You'd watched him on his show and always sent moral support online whenever you could, not knowing if he'd see it but still wanting to be there for an old friend. 

"I come here a lot, I've never seen you before it's normally some couple sitting here," You felt the heat rise up over your body as you thought about someone see you and Taehyung here together and you nodded. Clearly, no one knew it was Taehyung since he was always in a disguise, the same hat, sunglasses and mask to keep himself hidden away. The booth was normally reserved for you and Taehyung to sit in by the couple that ran the cafe, they always made sure your spot was free.

"Guilty, it's normally me and my boyfriend," You smiled at Seungmin and he smiled back, the huge puppy dog smile you loved so much spreading across his face. 

"Do you want to join me?" You asked as you waved over the owner who had been staring at you wondering who it was that had decided to join you. 

"You look busy, I don't want to interrupt anything..." Seungmin said slowly as he looked at the papers that were covering the small table. Even though he really wanted to stay with you and do nothing but sit with you all day he didn't want to stop you from doing your work. The truth was that Seungmin had always had a crush on you even when you were in school together, he'd always had a puppy crush on you. Although everyone else knew that it was obvious you were oblivious to it all, just thinking he was a close friend. 

"I'm just working on a song but I'm struggling. Maybe you can help?" You suggested as you showed him everything you already had down which was half of a drawn spider-diagram with the words, "Lovesong," written in the middle. 

"Love songs? Not your field of expertise?" He asked as he sat down in the chair and looked over the notebook, small doodles of hearts and things were drawn around the edges but not much else. It was a lot like most of your work in school with the doodles around the outside edges.

"You would think I'd be great at them but I always seem to write the same thing over and over again." You admitted as you scratched the back of your neck, normally you would be able to write non-stop but when it came to love you only knew one kind and you didn't want it to be one-note for everything. 

"Can I get my usual please Zyliara?" You asked the owner who had already taken out her notebook and wrote it down before turning to look at Seungmin for his order.

"Oh, can I get a strawberry milkshake and taiyaki?" Seungmin thanked Zyliara and you laughed again at the thought of his order. Some things never changed after all the time in the world, 

"It's still your favourite? I remember you would only ever order that whenever we went out for lunch in our final year," You smiled as you remembered fond memories from your time in school. Seungmin made the process of something that was normally terrible that much more bearable. 

After catching up with one another the two of you finally got down to working on some love song lyrics. You had a small mp3 player with the track you'd made which made the process a lot simpler but what both of you had failed to notice was people seeing you both. Passing you in the nearby window and noticing that it was Y/n Y/l/n famous songwriter and Kim Seungmin from Stray kids. Once photos were taken of the both of you it spread like wildfire but neither of you had noticed since you were so lost in your own worlds. You'd gone home that night happy that the song was almost complete, you had some minor adjustments to make to the chorus and backing tracks but other than that the song was perfect. Seungmin had been a great help to you, you both exchanged numbers so you could catch up again and even work for him sometime in the future if his company allowed it. 

"Alright! I'm coming jeez!" You called out to whoever was frantically ringing your doorbell at 8 am on a Thursday morning. It was far too early to be woken up like this, you scrambled over to the door and angrily swung it open to see who was standing there, 

"Tae?" You questioned rubbing your eyes as he made his way into the apartment with an angry look across his face. He was red in the face as he burst through the door but you couldn't think why he would be so mad at this time in the morning. The last time you'd spoken to him was before you went to sleep after leaving him a voicemail telling him that you had finished the song you were working on and didn't need help anymore. 

"I thought we were going to work together...I thought it would be nice to write about our love life..." You frowned as he spoke so fast you could barely understand what he was trying to say to you. Shutting the door to your apartment you walked further into the house to ask him what was going on,

"Tae what are you talking about-" You stopped questioning him when he pulled out his phone to show you articles after articles about you and Seungmin sitting together. Photos were splashed everywhere with different titles, one of them being,

"The collaboration of a lifetime." And another of you and Seungmin rather close together edited with hearts around your heads and labelled, 

"Kim Seungmin and Y/n Y/ln spotted cosying up to one another...Another hot love life or another hot single coming to the charts?" You stared at the phone for a second before looking back at Taehyung. 

"Tae, he's an old friend..." You tried to tell him but nothing was going to stop Taehyung from being hurt by the way fact that you were writing a love song with somebody else. Somebody that wasn't him. 

"Does he even know you have a boyfriend?!" He snapped out jealously as he looked at you, throwing his phone down onto the sofa behind him as he waited for you to answer him. All he could think about when he saw the images was how everyone was going to assume you were a couple with him now. That his girlfriend was going to be seen with other male artists who were 

"Yes, he's seen us together before but he doesn't know who you are since you're always in disguise. Tae we're just friends," You told him again as you tried to make it seem as though it wasn't a big deal. Which it wasn't. Seungmin had always been someone you saw as a younger sibling, nothing more and nothing less. 

"But why did you finish the song with him...I thought we were going to do it together? We should have done it together, we're the couple here..." You knew why he was upset over it so you tried not to get angry at him for this. 

"Tae. You've been so busy I thought you would have been relieved not to have to stress out over another song with me." You admitted as you took his hand in yours, trying to calm him down as much as you could you gave it a small squeeze. You didn't want this to turn into a huge unneeded fight between the two of you. 

"It wouldn't have stressed me out...Writing with you is one of my dreams Y/n...We've spoken about it for months," He admitted as he looked at you you smiled weakly as you met his gaze, he looked tired. More so than usual now that you looked at him properly. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept much in weeks. 

"How about we write a different song together, our own song? One for you and me alone?" You suggested as you reached up to cup his face in your hand and run your thumb over his skin. His eyes slowly fluttered shut and a tired smile began to grow on his face at the contact of your hand and he leant against it, snuggling against your hand as he enjoyed the feeling of being there with you. 

"That sounds good." He moaned out tiredly, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his skin too much to fight back against it, not that he wanted to. The idea of you having your own song sounded better than someone else singing about your love together.  

"Do you know what will sound better?" You asked him as you moved your hand down to his shoulders and began to massage him through his clothes, 

"Hmm? What?" He hummed as he opened his eyes slowly to look at you,

"I run you a nice hot bubble bath, I give you a massage and then we order in? Let me make you feel good Tae," You suggested as you looked at him he nodded happily. Nothing sounded better to him right now than spending the entire day off. Since he'd already called in sick to the boys anyway, there was nothing back home that he had to get home to and he could spend all his time with you instead. 

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2, 13, 18, 28!

fanfic writer asks

2. What character(s) do you find the most difficult to write for? Why?

oh, jeez. i think kim is probably the most challenging character i’ve consistently written for, especially when i have a really strong idea of how she’s feeling but can’t quite wrangle a way for her to express any of it.

and drunk kim in the bourbon shots chapter was VERY difficult to write, especially compared to how much fun i have writing drunk jimmy. 

13. When did you start writing fanfic?

i probably have about 800 words of a bones and x files crossover fic from when i was 13 years old? that’s about the first thing i can remember, and i remember getting that far in and realizing i’d completely run out of ideas. 

18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

i do both! i’m not sure which i prefer. i think that editing as i write has easier to spot problems, at least, in that sometimes i can be prone to getting stuck on a paragraph or an opening scene instead of just moving on. i would never not edit something after i’ve finished it, and i really love that part of the process, and fine-tuning sentences. so i suppose i prefer that!

28. Is there a part of [Fanfic Name] you’re surprised no one has picked up on yet?

oh jeez this is a tricky one! i truly can’t think of an answer and i’ve been sitting on this for days now. like, for any of my fics. i think everyone is too good at picking up on all my sledgehammer subtle references 😂

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You can’t just provide us with a concept as wonderful as Biana finding Sophie au and then just leave. (exaggeration) I beg of you, do you have more ideas for this wonderful concept? What is Fitz’s relationship with Sophie now that he’s only met her in the elven world? Does being around her stress him out at all since he had to spend so long looking for her?

anon, i have so many ideas for this au. thank you for asking :D and also sorry this took so long to write lol. putting my real response to this under the cut ‘cause it’s a lot of words XD

so! the reasoning behind why fitz dropped out of the search is important to this au because it shapes his character and his family’s characters a bit. i said mental health issues, but i was mostly thinking “pressure from the search + pressure from the public + pressure from his parents + pressure from himself = severe mental health issues like really bad anxiety and depression due to gifted kid burnout and paranoia from the search”. and fitz is not the type to quit anything serious easily, so when i say it’s bad, i mean it’s bad. 

bad enough that when he breaks down at the dinner table about how he’s scared of everyone because he doesn’t know what their intentions are and how it’s so easy to be a disappointment and so hard to be someone people can be proud of, della and alden decide keep him from school the next day so he can recover and talk to them about it. and then when they hear about how he’s been having extreme thought spirals daily and anxiety attacks left and right at the littlest things, they decide “alright, you’re definitely not going into the search ever again, and let’s take the week off from school for now and talk to some people to try and get help.” and then the more fitz explains, the more clear it becomes that it’s gonna take a long time for him to recover enough to be able to be around large amounts of people - especially people he doesn’t know - and be relatively ok. so they decide to pull him out of foxfire too and homeschool him instead. which ends up working way better for him, but there’s still a bunch of horrible rumors that go around about him. which really enforces the whole “people are bad for my mental health” thing for fitz. 

jeez that was a long paragraph, sorry XD if y’all wanna hear how the background keefitz fits into this, send me an ask because i would love to ramble about the boys

moving onto your actual questions! fitz’s relationship with sophie does change, that’s for sure. obviously, it’s platonic instead of romantic in this particular. but that’s definitely not the only change lol. 

instead of being all smooth and going “is this you?” when he first meets her, he has a panic attack because you’re a stranger in my house and nobody gave me a heads up that you would be here WHA- 

when biana explains that sophie’s The Girl, he instantly goes from Panic Mode to Analysis Mode. a lot goes through his brain - ‘this is the girl i broke myself looking for’; ‘will you be worth it?’; etc. - and then he realizes ‘i’m putting the same super high standards on her that people put on me for the same reasons’ and then immediately feels bad. so sophie stresses him out, sometimes makes him feel irrationally angry because of all the things he’s been through that’s tied to her existence in his head, but he shoves it aside because he knows that’s not fair. what he does instead of cry or scream or all the things that Smol Fitz wants to do is offer a bashful smile and his hand and say, “sorry for being weird, i’m just, uh, not really used to seeing new people. i’m fitz.” maybe he says he was the one on the search before biana then, maybe he says it later, it doesn’t matter too much unless this actually gets turned into a fic lol. 

things aren’t negative between them, per say, but they’re awkward. fitz and sophie are both horrible at socializing, so they kinda just wave at each other when they see one another and give polite smiles, and then move on with their days because they don’t know what else to do. they both want to learn more about each other, but they don’t really know how to approach each other. 

and then one quiet day at everglen fitz hears someone sobbing down the hall. when he checks it out, it’s sophie curled up on a bench with ella. he does what keefe does with him when keefe walks in on a breakdown; he asks, “do you want to talk about it?” 

sophie immediately tries to shut down the waterworks, but fitz is like “i’m not judging you whether or not you ask for a hug or to talk or for me to leave because i do all of those depending on what day it is.” and when sophie looks up at him, she can tell he means it. so she asks to talk about it first. so she tells him about how she misses her family and she hates that she was finally comfortable, being at college and not being judged for straight a’s and having people look out for her and she was so close to being a forensic science major (i say this specifically because she deserves to have good death threats up her sleeves. as a treat.) then boom, that got ripped away from her and now she’s a dropout, which is just so not her and she hates it. 

surprisingly enough, fitz is absolutely delighted to hear this. not because he’s a sadist, but because he’s finally met someone who understands how hard it was to go from top of the grade to a dropout in a matter of days. so fitz shares his experiences in that area, and they finally, finally click. 

from there on, things are smoother. there are still rocky points (cough cough fitz opening up about the search and/or admitting that there are moments when he kinda hates sophie because of it and sophie feeling guilty and/or upset cough cough) but for the most part, they’re good. they learn (relearn, in fitz’s case) how to socialize from interacting with each other. and yeah, they end up picking up things that aren’t quite accurate and earn confused stares when they try it with other people, but that’s ok. they understand each other on their own unique wavelength, and they both treasure the unique bond they have. 

the tl;dr of the previous paragraph is just that sophie and fitz are unofficial cognates/queerplatonic partners and somehow it works better than their relationship in canon

if you made it to the end of this, congrats XD also if anybody wants to ask more about this au i’d love to talk about it!! thanks again for asking, anon :D

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Warning: AWTWB spoilers

Here is my rambling paragraph (or more) about how I liked AWTWB:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I LOVED IT SO MUCH! I WAS SO WORRIED! I think that this was my favorite Simon book! It was much more. . . domestic than I expected, and I love it for that! 

First, I think I’ll have to mention Niamh. NIAMH! When I first saw her on the inside of the back cover in the art I thought, “who the hell is this? They must be with Agatha.” AND I KNEW! I knew straight from the beginning that she would date Agatha! Niamh makes me like Agatha SOOOOOO much more than I did. Agatha kissing girls is just-- just so awesome. I love it so much. I ship it so much. 

Speaking of shipping, SHEP AND PENNY! I knew that they had to get together in this book, they just had to. Everyone wanted it. But frankly, I’m not sure I ship them anymore. I think I ship myself with Shepard. ‘Cause daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. He’s SO CUTE AND HOT JEEZ LOUISE! (But he goes with Penelope, and I like them together. *sigh*) I was happy when Shepard was uncursed/unengaged, but sad because I liked him with a tattoo and a jean-jacket. Though I’m sure he is much happier not being engaged to a demon. AND THAT STORYLINE! WOW! Surprising me at every chapter. And when you thought it would end, NOPE! He has some weird mermaid STD, or he has a giant friend named Ken, or he is engaged to a demon, or he lost his firstborn and thirdborn children! (One last thing. Penny, I think I need to see your knees?? Everyone thinks that they are super cute.) 

Nico and Fiona. What more do I have to say?

Simon and BAZ! I was so mad and sad for you when you broke up! LIKE WHY?????? But then I was squealing so much when you got back together! (I squealed a lot during this book.) I loved when you guys kissed and slept, I love YOU so much. Also, Simon, I think you might be asexual or greysexual, or somewhere on that spectrum. You just gave me, an asexual, so MANY ACE VIBES.

Okay. Ruth. I love you so much. But I was screaming and yelling “SIMON THAT IS YOUR GRANDMA!” I was so FRUSTRATED. THAT IS YOUR UNCLE AND GRANDMA YOU NUMPTY! Gosh. I’m very happy he found out though, because if he didn’t I might have exploded. 

Overall, this was an AMAZING book. It read like Rainbow had fun writing it. I certainly had fun reading it. It was happy and sad and made me SO ANGRY. (I banged it against my bed SEVERAL times.) It is my favorite Simon book, and I love it so much. 

(Also, I loved all the easter-eggs. Penny talking about how she could have purple hair as a reference to ALL THE FANART will Purple-haired Penny. And the “he kissed me” line--AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I cried so much at that!)