#ladyoftheshrimp

[descaladumidera]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by wonderful wifey (@illicien) 💜

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

25

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

227,907

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel is my main fandom. I recently wrote a Doctor Who fic, though, and I still have some old Fantastic Beasts fics up, 'cause they were collabs or gifts, so I didn't delete them.

4. Top five fics by kudos:

Safe With You (IronStrange) Wildflowers (IronStrange) like lead in my heart (Matt & Peter and SpideyDevil) Sex With You (IronStrange) Talk With You (Stephen & Peter and IronStrange)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to. If I'm writing a multichapter and haven't updated in quite some time, I feel too ashamed to reply, though. It's not malicious. I will reply when I update next.

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

Never finished the fic with the angstiest ending, but the one that's finished is probably Hollow and Terribly Lonely (IronStrange).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhh … Probably Wildflowers (IronStrange), 'cause it was in general a no drama at all fic. Just pure fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm not popular enough to get hate, lol.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah.

10. Craziest crossover:

I don't write crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Eh. Once. Got it resolved easily.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah. Once, I think.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah, but only one. Still treasure the friendship that came out of it! (Love you, @ladyoftheshrimp! 💜)

14. All time favorite ship?

Changes with every fandom I stumble into.

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

All of them? I'm really not good at writing multichapters and finishing them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't think I have any strengths tbh. I'm just bumbling along, trying to have fun and not be too hard on myself for a hobby.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably a lot.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Depends on the context and the characters and the plot.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Naruto.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

See, I'm my own worst critic, so, naturally, I hate everything I have written. And yeah, I know it makes me look bad that I think my own stuff is kinda terrible. Eh. If I have to say something, I'd probably go with this too shall pass (Fourteenth Doctor) and give it 'til i beg (give me some more) (Fratt)

[eskel0002]

@ladyoftheshrimp You are not related to the lady of the lake, are you?

[powerofadyingsun]

Moodboard Game

Tagged by @andordean 🖤🖤 all about the peachy oranges for me (and also a v accurate depiction of my life, I have so many photos of clouds and sunsets it’s unreal)

I tag @cahirdyffryns @elleinmotion @ladyoftheshrimp @timeladyjamie 🖤🖤

[faetxlity]

🎶✨ when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 5 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨🎶

I was tagged by the lovely @whataboutthefish

I have varied taste.

1. Ain't Nothing 'Bout You by Brooks & Dunn

2. Maybe There's a Way by K.Flay

3. I'm Going to Go Back There Someday by Gonzo (Jim Henson)

4. All The Small Things by Blink-182 or Puddles Pity Party

5. Пятница by Pizza

Tagging: @ladyoftheshrimp @shadowy-dumbo-octopus @lambden @akilah12902 @procrastinationoverlord

[sayatsugu]

One of my closest friends just sent me a package and it had Meno Mosso in it. Something I'd been coveting for so long. I'm simply astounded by how amazing it is! The art is gorgeous, the story delightful and the book itself is so well made. I am in love with it. Oh! And the postcards that came with it were super adorable.

OH WOW this message really made my day! thank you so much

[magziraphale]

It gets so hot in MACUSA that people are allowed to go to work in sleeveless shirts. Percival decides he's going to wear shirtless sleeves.

Just imagine those perfectly pressed trousers wrapping snugly around lithe hips, no jacket to drape over and hide that perfect bubble butt. Broad chest, strong shoulders, littered in scars. No one is getting any work done while watching the muscles shift and flow along his back as he walks prowls. The ensemble is finished off with two perfectly pressed white sleeves held up only by shiny leather garters, and a crisp black bowtie around his neck.

He struts into the budget meeting at noon as if it’s a stage. Takes his seat next to Seraphina, smug little half-smirk while she drills the side of his head with a basilisk stare. Barely moving her lips, she murmurs for his ears only.

“I’m not excusing you, nor are you getting out of this meeting you egotistical harlot.”

He spreads his legs just a bit wider. Someone in the back appears to have fainted.

“That’s what you think.”

[paintingraves]

Here's something for you to think about. Tactical suits. Sod the aurors' fancy leather coats. When shit goes down they wear tactical suits. Tight, no loose bits, body hugging tactical suits. The highlight is when Percival goes on a serious mission with them because he too wears one. Everyone falls in line behind him not because they respect his seniority and leadership but because they want to check out that booty. And he knows but just doesn't care.

I support that idea 100% friend - his booty is a work of art. 

[aethelar]

@ladyoftheshrimp mentioned you on a post “Theseus: Why can't you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom? Newt:...”

@aethelar Yes! Only when you put it into words like that do I realise what this fabdom needs. Dinosaurs!

/slams fists on table YES

Someone give me time travel shenanigans where Newt ends up in the early triassic when the world was barren and dry between the monsoon rains and the earliest dinosaurs are successful because they’re intelligent and inquisitive - and a small group of coelophysis discover that this strange coloured biped can produce his own water. Further, that if they ask very nicely (insistently, loudly, and with many teeth) the strange coloured biped will share his water and decide that while he may be made of food, he is Not Food. The problem though, the problem is that whenever Newt spots another creature that he thinks he might like to go and look at, his adopted pack of vicious predators charge at it full throttle and squealing because The Water Source Must Be Defended

Or! Newt goes diving after a particularly elusive leviathon and, that deep in the sea, time is bit... fluid, shall we say so when he surfaces he does it several million years in the past and not only is his boat gone but so is the land mass that should have been visible from it. Newt treads water for a minute trying to work out where he is before his Creature Senses start tingling and he goes back underwater expecting to find his leviathon but that’s a fecking liopleurodon bitch have you ever fenced against something with three meter long jaws because let me tell Newt does not want to repeat the experience please

Or or or the thing about us muggles, right, is that we love dinosaurs so try and tell me that there was never a muggleborn that tried to recreate them and can you imagine our palaeontologist necromancer slow-marching through the Natural History museum with his hands outstretched as all around them the skeletons start hauling themselves free of their displays and swaying rhythmically after them and I kind of lost the Newt thread here because if I was a wizard my man I would ride Dippy the Diplodocus out of the museum to a backing track of o fortuna with velociraptor skeletons stalking at my side and the haunting echo of pteradactyls overhead and just give a minute here I require this

[angryzilla]

After a raid Percival ends up with 3 dragon eggs. He keeps them safe until Newt can get back. But they hatch and imprint on him. He’s got 3 baby dragons following him round MACUSA. When Newt gets there he takes them into his case. But every time Percival visits the dragons act like overly affectionate cats. As they get bigger they know when they’re in MACUSA and break out of the case to find Percival. Imagine some teenage dragons bouncing through a meeting to pile on top of him in a happy pile.

I had a lot of fun with this prompt! Thanks Nori

“Winston! Philip! Barnaby! Enough is enough!” Newt shouts through the room as he walks into the meeting Percival is currently holding with his team regarding the process of securing a specific upcoming event Picquery is going to get part of. “Leave your father alone! He’s working!”

The three teenage dragons look behind them curiously at that, eyeing Newt with happy faces and glints of absolute tenderness. They start squealing a little and curling more into Percival’s lap, whose face is split in such a stellar smile Newt melts right on the spot.

“Look at you, all grown up and shiny and gorgeous,” the older man coos softly. His hand rubs up and down their heads and backs. Their claws thump against his chest as soft squeals burst from them yet again. “But I can’t play now, my loves. Go back with your dad, please?”

Percival pulls himself up as gently as he can, but he still staggers as the dragons try to keep piling up on him. Newt grins a little, comes forward and caresses his husband’s face gently, his golden ring glinting in the low friday sun.

Percival pulls Newt toward him and kisses him long and proper; his fingers find his chest, brush the expanse of tissue stretching over the skin all over it. “You sound like a jackrabbit,” he says, closing his eyes, and Newt chuckles.

“I was worried they made a mess and disturbed the meeting,” the mazoologist murmurs, nuzzling into the other man’s chest, “which is why my heartbeat is a little high.”

He's so lost in thought — thinking this man is my husband, he is gorgeous, I love him, how did I get so lucky? — that it takes the Director a minute to realize Newton is staring at him; Percival smiles back softly, kisses him briefly before they part.

“Boys, we’re leaving Dad to work,” and Newt reaches out and takes Percival’s hand, interlaces their fingers; the dragons follow, and they exit the room with their teenagers.

“See you tonight,” Percival whispers, and can’t help stopping Newt as he walks out, pressing him quietly against the wall to press kisses to his neck, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. “Love you.”

At the table, Johnson narrows his eyes and a grin blossoms along his mouth. “Do you think Scamander calls him Daddy?”

“I heard you, Johnson!” Percival calls from the other end of the conference room. “You don’t want to know what my husband calls me in private, I assure you!”

[mamin-the-troll]

Percy and vamp!Newt have a battle. Percy has made Newt a castle from notebooks, Newt wears a thimble as a hat and Percy flicks paper balls at his castle in an “attack” while Newt defends it.

Yesssss SO CUTE!!! AHHHHHH

Newt will defend his castle with everything he has!! but imagine the paper ball knocks Newt flat on his ass tho! ‘Percy you meanieee’ --- Little vamp angry voice XD

[questionartbox]

Credence Barebone's patrons is a Gloster Canary and nothing can convince me otherwise.

Oh my goddd these things are so dumb I love them?? The bowl cut hair, the sad little look. I had never heard of them before, this is absolutely ridiculousArt blog: questionartbox [Commissions] [Ko-Fi]

[powerofadyingsun]

5 drinks

...and what it says about me. Tagged by @andordean

Coffee:

Of all kinds, i don’t have a standard way I like it. I almost always try seasonal/special drinks at coffee shops. I like flavored coffee and black coffee. gas station coffee to fancy coffee places, I like it all, as long as it’s strong, weak coffee is an atrocity against god. Right now, i’m having a moment with espresso tonics.

seltzer: also a fan of all kinds. the only flavors I’ve not liked have been cucumber and watermelon. Polar and the wegmans brand are a current favorite.

tea: love strong black tea, also love fruit flavored teas, generally with honey.

Celsius energy drinks: because I’m trash, and am exhausted at all moments of my life because small business life/jack of all trades/harm reductionist.

Sonic diet limeade with mango: see above, I’m trash and I like a huge vat of carbonation. Quantity over quality here, baby.

Tagging: @cahirdyffryns @usuallyherdragon @astaldis @poetikat @ladyoftheshrimp

[auroargraves]

There’s a lot of scar and freckle love out there for Newt and Graves. But think of this. The Graves family is renowned and powerful. Percival as a child never had to over exert himself, everything was handed to him so to speak. So it stands to reason he was a tubby child, one who only got into shape when he began his auror training. But with all the weight loss came something else. Stretch-marks. He’s embarrassed of them, hides them and is rather body shy as a result. How does Newt react?

Newt doesn’t react when he sees the long almost translucent pearly white stretch-marks along Percival’s flat tummy, nor does he say anything when he sees the lines running along Percival’s thighs and the soft globe of his round arse.

But he does shower them with kisses; nuzzles Percival’s warm skin lovingly even when the man tries to squirm away to hide his body.

“They’re ugly,” Percival whispers, an arm shielding his face from watching Newt tracing the stretch-marks; hiding his embarrassment when Newt continues to explore his body languidly.  

“I used to be a fat kid,” Percival says, body twitching slightly when Newt licks the stretch-mark on his waist. “My Nana fed me sweets and she always made sure I had second helping even when Father protested. The women in my life spoiled me until I had rolls of fat ‘round my belly and my thighs and my arms.”

Newt smiles, presses a soft kiss on Percival’s taut belly – pinching the hard flesh until Percival yelps in surprise. “I bet you were so soft and squishy to cuddle.”

Percival chuckles, short and bristle; self-deprecating rearing its ugly head up. “I got teased a lot when I told my classmates that I wanted to be an Auror. They said I’m going to fail the physical exam even before I started it.”

One look at your fat ass, MACUSA will reject you.

Newt rests his face on Percival’s thigh, squeezing his flank in comforting manner as he looks at his lover’s face– mouth twisted into a sad frown.

“The stretch-marks are the ugly reminders that I’m not perfect to begin with,” Percival murmurs softly, hiding his face behind his arm once more; not wanting to see the pity in Newt’s eyes.

“I think they’re beautiful,” Newt says, thumbing the pearly stretch-mark on Percival’s belly; back and forth, back and forth. “They’re your battle scars. A victorious reminder that you’ve lost a lot of weight and aced your Auror training.”

Percival moves his arm from his face, eyes wide with surprised as he looks at Newt who is smiling at him with such fondness.

“You’re the Director of Magical Security now, Percival,” Newt reminds Percival in a gentle yet firm voice. “You’re the President’s right hand man and someday, you’ll even be the President of MACUSA too if you want the position. Those naysayers can bugger off because you’ve won the battle with yourself. You’ve showed them and these are your battle scars to remind yourself that you’ve come this far despite their negative words, my dearest.”

Percival blinks, his throat clinking when he swallows and one, two tears roll down his face and Newt is quick to move a bit up to kiss those tears away; to murmur softly against his beloved’s lips that he’s such a brave man.

“So perfect in your imperfection.”

[mamin-thetroll]

You posted the GIF of Newt giving up Pickette and wiping his nose/eyes in despair. Unfortunately my cold little heart could only think “use a tissue you heathen, not your coat sleeve” and now all I can think of if Percival telling little Newt that (in perhaps a gentler manner).

Well... You did ask for it, Percy.

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@ladyoftheshrimp 

Don’t scold me but I must confess that... I do use my clothes to wipe my eyes/nose too ; w ;

[textsfromnewtscase]

ladyoftheshrimp replied to your post “(501): If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling...”

Oh my word, you got it perfect! This had me giggling for a good few minutes, thank you!

I’m so relieved you enjoyed it! I loved the text you sent and so had to give it a try!

[magziraphale]

I know the intercom was invented in the 30's but...just imagine one being installed in the auror department and every day Graves uses it as a PSA and general venting device. There's a click and his voice booms though the offices "In today's news: Collins is still an incompetent idiot who cannot fill out reports to a satisfactory standard. The weather today is gloomy with a 75% chance of rain. And it will get even gloomier unless someone brings me a coffee - black, two sugars."

Yisss - it’s totally believable, maybe it’s a magic version? I like to think someone kept charming the memo mice into memo dicks, so it’s an official experiment because no one could successfully turn them back (or so they all said anyway).

Because Graves is in a position of authority, he can also override other people’s messages, interrupting them with monotone injections of “Boring” or “Truly fascinating O’Brien, and yet I’m still not seeing that report on my desk that was due yesterday.” 

The only time he’s vaguely polite is when he’s calling for Queenie - “Miss Queenie Goldstein to the Director’s office, Code Red.” 

This is the code for how strong the coffee needs to be, and whether the comfort of sugary pastry is required:

Code Black = regular black coffee. 

Code Red = ‘someone will die soon if I am not sufficiently caffeinated’. 

Code White is when she apparates straight up, as it generally means ‘We need to reanimate my barely functioning corpse, I’ve had three hours of sleep in two days and I can see sounds’ 

He’ll call for the others to bring him some just to annoy them, but he and Queenie have an understanding. “Collins doesn’t deserve any more coffee Miss Goldstein, he’s cut off until his typos are down to two per report.”

Occasionally there’s an intercom war between Graves and Seraphina:

“The President would like to remind all heads of departments that the budget meeting will begin in the Pentagram Room in precisely twenty minutes. Director Graves is particularly advised to attend.”

“Director Graves is currently attending to a serious injury sustained on the job, and as such will not be attending.”

“Director Graves is reminded that papercuts do not count as serious wizarding injuries.”

“Director Graves was unable to fully hear the last message due to blood loss and being buried under paperwork.”

“Director Graves needs to postpone his monthly injection of a sense of humour and report to the aforementioned meeting immediately.”

“Unfortunately, Director Graves has passed away.”

“I find that extremely doubtful.”

(mumbling) “As if any of you would notice.”

“One day that’s not going to work Graves.”

“You’ve reached Director Graves’ ghost - I am uncomfortable leaving my physical body alone in the office at this time.”

It’s the highlight of MACUSA’s week. They actually bring Graves coffee unprompted that day, which starts off another memorable use of the intercom - Top Minion.

“This week’s Top Minion award goes to Auror Lopez - excellent proofing. Please leave a note with the blend of that coffee when you come to collect your prize pastry. Auror Goldstein is commended for effort, but please never bring a hot dog into my office again. Aurors O’Brien and Collins are warned that any attempts to commandeer Lopez’s hard-won prize will result in a 24 hour flaccidus hex.”

Someone eventually asks why Queenie Goldstein never wins. Graves looks aghast. “Miss Goldstein is a Colleague, not a Minion, have some sense.”