#maybe if i have this ill stop starting new WIPs just bc i want to write something with a particular vibe/character archetype etc...

[six-of-ravens]

this is pure procrastination, but I kinda want to make a database of all my WIPs with like, a short synopsis, the characters, the setting, and the vibe.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.)  “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?” 

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

[idiotsonlyevent]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ i hope 2024 is kind to you and that if any difficulties do arise, they can be resolved quickly and easily!!!!!

some thoughts about my 2023 + 2024 are under the cut for personal reference but feel free to read if youd like

OUGH so many things happened this year. it was. a lot. some bad. but also lots of good!!

things i've done in 2023:

- played p3+p4: some of my favorite games of all time!!! i love you persona!!!!!

- started writing fics: ive published more than 30k words since i started, and have AT LEAST 5k scattered across various wips/ufos. which is!! thats a lot of writing for someone who only did academic stuff for the last couple of years!!!! and it feels especially good since i haven't been able to draw or make music so im glad i was able to find another creative outlet and build new(/different?) writing skills :)

- lost my job :(( but found a better COOLER job!!!

- played ghost trick: GO PLAY GHOST TRICK RIGHT NOW!!! please 🥺 best game of all time i will shill it forever

- one piece: i would kill for monkey d. luffy. that is all. haha just kidding i love you one piece thank you for the joy and whimsy youve brought into my life lets keep it up 💪💪💪 lets stay silly and work to overthrow corrupt systems and stop injustices in our world 🔥🔥

- got a surgery ive been planning on for a long time and it!! went well?? which!! yay!!! ill be officially out of recovery in a few days and its :^) nice

- also i graduated therapy for the first time ever!!! it was nice actually having closure and 'ending' the relationship on a positive note, not just being thrown to the dogs in the middle of treatment

things it would be cool to do in 2024:

- travel, even if its just a day trip. literally i've only traveled to visit my family since covid started in 2020. i need to see the ocean soon or ill die

- try revisiting the p2 duology !!! i miss my kids 😔😔 and the music 😔😔 and persona in general and since im abstaining from p3re id like to do something to 'make up for it'

- start playing bass again!!!!

- maybe start up art again?? idk :// as much as i want to get back into it, i have so much difficulty transferring what i see in my mind to the page that a lot of times it more frustrating than anything but it might be worth a shot

- read dungeon meshi

- read dandandan (+ watch the anime if i like it!!)

- write more fics!!!! hopefully i will finish my vinsmoke-centric series!!! id say finish my law series too but that might never happen since i cant shut up abt this guy lmao. and i still want to write more persona!!! so many ideas AND so much time!!!!! no need to rush!! just gotta keep chipping away!!! and trying new things!!!!!

- WATCH STOCEAN. BC I STILL HAVENT < fake jojos fan 🤡

- play the zero escape series

- play twewy/neotwewy > if theres time !!!

- probably more!!! idk!!!

[set-phasers-to-whump]

thanks for the tag!!!

top 5 works (aside from the first, in no particular order):

1. fight, flight, or freeze whumptober fic for the prompt ‘blood covered hands’ ft. illya and napoleon, plenty of blood, Hands, and a first kiss (sort of). this is the first Definitely Romantic thing I’ve written for tmfu and I’m quite pleased with how it ended up :)

2. been beat up and battered round (you’re the best thing that i’ve ever found) febuwhump fic for the prompt ‘“does that hurt?”’ with sonny carisi and rafael barba from law and order svu. I don’t write svu a whole lot so I sometimes feel shaky on the characters but I’m proud of how this one turned out!

3. i just thought it didn’t rain in california buddie fic with a car accident, water whump, realizations (and declarations!) of love, first kiss, sharing a hospital bed, etc. this was also my longest fic this year and one for which I learned many interesting facts about the LA River. this isn’t my top buddie fic I’ve written but I am pretty proud of it!

4. hanging by a threat karppi fic for the whumptober prompt ‘reluctant caretaker.’ I’d been wanting to do a sickfic for this fandom for a long time and I think that this turned out pretty good!

5. “911, what’s your emergency?” this one was my first person of interest fic for the whumptober prompt ‘self-done first aid’ and I was really nervous posting it bc I’m new to the show and at the time hadn’t even finished the first season. I was so worried it was going to be super ooc but people liked it so I’m now quite proud of it :)

top 4 WIPs:

so I don’t usually have WIPs but I’ll bend the rules a little and say some prompts from my bthb card that I’m gonna write!

1. accidentally hurt by friend + illya - the person who requested this prompt was thinking about illya hurting one of his teammates and I’m thinking some kind of field medicine situation where he’s grabbing someone’s hand bc it Hurts and he ends up hurting them too (tho not very seriously lol)

2. taking the bullet + nurmi - i had two requests for this one but I think @thecolourblood’s idea of having him take the bullet for karppi is superb!! (though the other request for gereon is also top tier, so I may write that at a later date lol)

3. bruises + nurmi - don’t have any solid plans for this yet but I think he’d look great with a black eye :)

4. concussion + illya - I’ve sort of done this already but I’m thinking of a new situation, maybe focusing on different symptoms and a different setting etc!

top 3 improvements:

1. I think I’ve gotten a little better at summaries (though they’re still my bitter enemy). at least, I’ve gotten pretty good at figuring out which piece of my fic best represents the whole lmao

2. specifically for karppi, i think my characterization has gotten better. from the first fic I wrote back in february to my latest one I feel like I’ve gotten much more familiar and comfortable with the characters (notably I’ve stopped being on last-name terms with the characters when I’m writing from their own pov lol)

3. I feel like maybe I’ve gotten better at writing sickfics? I believe I’ve written more of them this year than any other year and I think I’m sort of sticking to one illness’s set of symptoms which helps me like, more accurately describe everything

top 2 resolutions:

1. for my blog and not at all related to my own writing, i want to publish my fic list. it’s a massive beast that I’m always adding to but I’m never convinced its layout is perfect so I haven’t shared it yet (though it was actually one of my new years resolutions last year lmao). maybe this year…?

2. i’d like to finish my bthb card and start a new one, hopefully with the aim of writing more consistently throughout the year as opposed to only really posting works for big events

number 1 favorite line this year:

this is so hard bc I’m Not going back thru all my fics but I do quite like this one (or three) from fight, flight, or freeze (dang I’m getting a lot of mileage out of this fic lol)

“Anything I can do to help?”

Yes. No. Let go of my hands. Pretend this never happened. Never stop holding onto me. Come closer.

“I don’t know.”

idk, a couple people pointed out that they liked it and I remember liking it when I wrote it, I’m a big fan of the indecision and knowing what you want but knowing you shouldn’t want it…yeah.

this was so fun!!! I’ll tag @whump-captain @deepwoundsandfadedscars and @thatsgonnaleaveamark and also anyone else that sees this and wants to do it!!

I was tagged by @wanderlust-t, thank you very much <3 and I’m not even ages late, yaay for me loool

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Top 5 works (from least to most recent)

Aren’t we just terrified? (Yenralt) because it’s angsty bed sharing that doesn’t really fix anything, it’s just a bit of post-s2 angsty Trying To Coexist somehow and I’m a little angst gremlin

Lifesaver (Napollya) because “Napoleon pretends to have amnesia so that his sort-of-frenemy Illya will pity him and help him out” is a ridiculous premise and I stand by it LOL

That girl is everything to me (she gets that from you) (Yennefer&Ciri + Geralt/Yenralt), AKA the MCD AU. Have I mentioned that I’m a little angst gremlin?

At the end of the line (Napollya), because it’s pointless whump and I love writing pointless whump LOL.

A room full of strangers (Gapollya), which is the TMFU exchange fic, and honestly it’s not perfect but it came out better than I thought it would LOL.

Top 4 current wips

A Napollya time travel AU where the time travel is just background, because UNCLE as an organization chases people wrecking havoc through time. It’s a getting together fic so I anticipate it will take me three thousand years and a blood sacrifice to finish it LOL

A few new Napollya fics for the Witcher AU collection.

All the WIPs left for the Whumpcember prompts honestly LOOOL including two “let me make a demon deal and sell my soul” fics and something for the Immortal Napoleon series.

That damn 5+1 fic about Illya being touchy with Napoleon and Napoleon having a crisis about it that I’ve talked about before and I WILL FINISH SOONER OR LATER OR SO HELP ME

Top 3 improvements

I managed to write way more fics than usual for a monthly challenge because I actually managed to come up with a bunch of shorter ideas lool, good for me. I didn’t actually finish it, but I never expected to, so LOL

I hope that my English has improved somewhat and that it will keep improving loool

I still struggle with titles but I am struggling a little less than before, so. improvements LOL

Top 2 resolutions

Finish that 5+1 touching WIP I swear to god— Actually finish one of the multichapter WIPs I have in my pc. I wanna. but I just. don’t.

I would like to try writing for some new fandoms (like some Nabrielise for instance) but it always takes me a WHILE to get in the headspace for that so, hopefully!

Number 1 favorite line this year

I wrote……WAY to much for this to be the ACTUAL number one, I’m probably forgetting something, but the first that came to mind was:

He carries on his skin the proof that once, when he had the choice, Illya decided to do everything he could to save his life. He thinks that, no matter how things will end, that means something. (x)

Idk, I like the angsty but the-love-was-there-it-didn’t-change-anything-but-it-matters-that-the-love-was-there vibes loool

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Tagging (no pressure and I hope you didn’t do it already LOL): @cha-melodius @set-phasers-to-whump @witch-and-her-witcher @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @statusquoergo @ialwayswilll @shineyma

[batteryrose]

What If adam topping is sfw and adam hug is the nsfw one. Dum dum dum dum. Okay but please let me know what "Would you say that you love me" is about (if you want to)

If you read the two wips it actually just boils down to Adam Cute. And you're correct bc I APPARENTLY HAVENT EVEN STARTED WRITNG THE NSFW PART. Anyway,

It's about.. well, Nokto asks that to Adam, and the wip is just strings of dialogue between them with barely any descriptors. Here, I'll even paste the whole thing below. I had a slower more mellow pace in mind and they're both speaking in a soft voice, but this way it kinda looks like they're talking super fast. Maybe gotta read it a bit slower or something:

"Would you say that, you love me?"

"Well,"  Kain let out a sigh, spoke with his tired voice.  "Broadly, do I love you? Of course. There's no other way to call it, is there."

The prince had the look of a startled man. "...I don't get how easy that is for you to say."

"No one needs to make it hard. It's all quite simple." “If it’s there then it’s there. Unless you dislike me saying it. Then I won’t, I suppose.”

“That’s it?” Is there anyone alive that have asked him to stop?  “But, if nothing becomes of it then.”

“What else does it need to become?”

"So if we stay just like this, you would be fine with it?" 

The marquis only blinks. He’s waiting for the prince’s point.

"Even if at the end of this I'll leave you to be married off to a woman somewhere.” He leaned his elbow on his knee, his chin on his hand. “You would be fine with it."

"Have I ever said otherwise before?"  "We wouldn't meet the same way. But I don’t know how anything will change." 

"No fucking way." Nokto snickered. "That is… hard to believe. From anyone."

“...What’s so hard to believe.” He shrugs.

The marquis is a, very light soul.  If he falls, or is thrown, he will land safely. Such is always the case.

“I don’t know. Perhaps I wished for more fervour from you. Heh.” Nokto starts. “A loud ending, you know. A bang. The entire world crumbles and we come out of it very bitter. With a completely different self-worth. Lower. With worrying tendencies. Maybe a tad more… self-destructive?” The prince snickered behind his grin. “A breakup of a lifetime, I will coin it.”

Kain went silent, for a long while. His expression tight, like he’s mulling his next words seriously. “Nah, I….” He suppressed a laugh. “Look for someone else for that. You haven't known me all that long, your Highness. So you may not understand me all that well yet." “But no, nevermind. This is just a way of saying it for you, isn’t it?”  Many such cases. Most people had the word ‘love’ stuck in their throats like a thorn and would rather choke to death than ever be earnest. “I’m flattered. Or not, because you’re such an arse, what do you want from me?”

The prince doesn’t know what he wants. He never does.  All he does is… walk and walk, and wait for the sky to fall on him so he doesn’t have to do the effort.

“I would never say I wished that to anyone. Much less to you.”  “So get over yourself, get over that rubbish.” “Leave me out of it. Or just don't... speak to me that way.”

“Hah. I’m sorry, Kain.” “Thought you’d take a joke.”

“It’s not a joke to you sometimes.”

What the prince wants, is something stupid. Something that doesn’t exist.

A woman, that would complete him. Make him a completely new person. Every single day he would live for her. And she would pick up his pieces and build him back anew. Patience as vast as the earth. Every soul of hers belongs to him and his to her.

And he doesn’t want… the other to be heartbroken.  He loves him too, not in the way that he’s looking for,  though, in the end, what… difference, is there, really? 

It’s all the same isn’t it?

It is, you ungrateful fuck. You ill, ill son of a bitch.

“Alright. You're right, that was too much. I’m sorry. It’s not true anyway.”  “You’re my friend, and I do… love you. In a way. And I don’t want that to change.”

“That's all. ...It comes out easier than I thought.”

“It does, doesn't it.”

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[workingchemistry]

Fanfic Year In Review

Wasn’t tagged. I just want to lol.

How many works do you have on AO3?

37– 10 this year.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

239, 386. 13, 610 were this year.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Unfortunately comic fandoms are weird in that they’re different for each comic which is different for almost every character. So I’m lumping DC into one DC category. So in total 4 I think. DC, Descendants, Star Wars, Newsies, and Detroit: Become Human.

Are there any new fandoms you want to write for?

Yes, but I’m writing for them under another less active account.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. May I Hold You coming in at 3235 kudos.

2. Homeward Bound, Safe and Sound with 2114 kudos

3. Hide the Bullet with 1511 kudos

4. Finally I’ve Come Home with 1475 kudos

5. And I Will Make Thee Beds of Roses with 1170 kudos

Which of your fics do you want more attention for?

I don’t know. It’s hard to say I want more attention tbh. Some of my fics have been obscenely popular for no reason and it’s stressed me out so bad I stopped writing for a while. But if people wanted to comment on I Could Be in Someone Else’s Story I would send you platonic kisses.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! I have chronic illness/fatigue and that makes it hard for me to do hobbies like I used to even just a few years ago. When May I blew up I got really overwhelmed and now I’ve got 691 unanswered comments. Every so often I feel up to it and I’ll reply to 20-100 in a sitting but I haven’t been able to get it under 500 in two years. Also this sounds like a lot of comments but the oldest one is 821 days old and the newest is 13 days old so most of them are from years ago at this point.

What sorts of things do you normally write?

Found family fics. More recently I’m exploring romance. I also tend to write some variation of a dom/sub or aob AU. I’ve got a misogyny kink and I find it really hard to project onto women due to being afab brought up in a purity culture who is also not a woman.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I had to think bc I try to end on hopeful notes. But probably Just Don’t Go Without Me in which I try to explain why Bruce doesn’t notice Jason’s grave being disturbed with the most angsty reason possible.

What’s a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

Not published yet, but I’m co-writing a story with @bionerd2point0 and we’re maybe getting a little spicy. Honestly bless her for dealing with my inexperience and anxiety. 😂

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write crossovers so much as character transplants and probably my DC/Descendants AU, Singing This One Like a Broken Piece of Glass

Have you ever had a fic translated?.

Yeah. Two. Both in Chinese I think but idk if there’s regional dialects. 😔 I’m monolingual with a little Spanish and sign language. One is May I and the other is Homeward Bound

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. Many times when I was younger, less frequently now but there’s one that I’m working on with Bio that I’m excited for.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

May I. Idk. I’m so burned out on it and every time I sit down to write on it I don’t get more than a line or two. It’s not abandoned but the hiatus is lengthy.

What are you currently working on?

A Playmating AU with Bio, marvel stuff for another account, descendants stuff. Probably some other Jason stuff too but it’s coming much slower so idk if it even counts as actively working on it.

What are your writing strengths?

Evoking emotion?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Most recent?

Warrior Cats or LOTR. I started writing for both around the same time when I was 13/14 ish. Idk where any of it is and I quickly hopped into original fic exclusively for years until I wrote You’re Alone. Most recent is Newsies or Marvel.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

You’re Alone ‘til You’re Not Alone It’s an old one but it was my first finished project in a long time and it did some neat things that were not common at all in the fandom at the time. (Robin Jay, aob with omega Jay, platonic aob)

What fic are you most proud of?

Currently When Everything’s Made to Be Broken I think. I was experimenting with a new style, narrative distance, and unreliable narrator that came together to be imo pretty cool.

[bluejaybabbles-archive]

please. please may i hear more about throcky and/or midwest monsters wip 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes. My ADHD is wild and rules over what I remember to address ajfnznfjk)

So let's start with Throcky of When the Waves Kiss the Trees!

- Kalem "Throcky" Throckmorton started as a joke based on those posts that went around a while ago about the math problems that included "my cousin Throckmorton." My friend asked me to have a side character named Throckmorton in exchange for...something. I honestly can't remember it's been a couple years I think ajfnnzfn BUT!! I agreed, and thus Throcky was born.

- At the beginning of WTWKTT, Rute doesn't know he's a changeling. He's still stuck in the human form his fae mother put him in. However! The city he's currently living in has started to industrialize, and as factories pop up, he begins to get sick. A sudden rise in the iron around you will do that, I suppose!

- The doctors are like "get some fresh air!" and his mom, instead of taking him to the park or smth idk, is like "you're gonna go live with your reclusive cousin and his goats for a while" and Rute, deliriously ill, is just like "yeah ok makes sense"

- Everyone give a round of applause to Throcky for nursing Rute back to health!

- More info about Throcky! He basically has a backyard farm where he keeps mostly chickens and goats. Sometimes something else wanders into the yard and he's like "well I guess you live here now"

- He has a fat grey tabby named Celery! She's a menace and we love her.

- Along with his animals, he's got a baller garden. It extends to inside his house bc holy shit, that's a lot of plants, sir--

- He makes a KILLER rosemary bread (among other things. Honestly Throcky is husband material the more I think about it.)

- He has a milk delivery service! Once a week he'll deliver goat milk to folks in town and also! To the castle! He'd do it more often but he's just one guy. (Rute eventually helps out with deliveries and that's how he meets Oliver 👀 Goat Milk Said Gay Rights!)

- Throcky got this little house away from everyone to be ALONE okay people are TOO MUCH all he needs are his GOATS and his CHICKENS and CELERY

- Honestly tho he cares way too much. He loves his family and he loves the people he delivers to, he just also loves having a place alone to retreat to at the end of the day. Classic introvert. Anyway stan Throcky

Okay! Now on to Midwest Monster Hunting WIP!

- So first of all I'm currently hyperfixating on The Witcher so jot that down

- Second of all, this takes place in Ohio, and Ohio (as described by my partner) is a strange lovechild of the Midwest and the South so. Jot that down as well

- It's still in the planning stages, but! What I'm thinking is, at some point humans kinda decided "so we don't feel like giving our children to the fae anymore, this seems Fucked Up. We're hardy folk we can totally take whatever punishment you decide to dole out" (now that I'm thinking about it like. How very American of y'all)

- The fae, of course, Don't Like Not Getting What They Want, and so oops! They "accidentally" unleashed otherworldly monsters into our world! HOWEVER if u give us ur babies we'll train them to fight and kill these monsters to protect you 👀

- Humans are like. Shit. I guess you got us. Have our babies. Never mind that you're gonna keep releasing more monsters so that we keep giving you our children. This is Fine.

- The monster hunters will eventually get a Cool Title but I'm not that far yet

- There are a few main faerie courts in this story! We've got the seasonal courts (spring, summer, autumn, winter) and the celestial courts (sun, moon, stars). If you give your kid to one of the seasonal courts, you'll probably definitely see them again once they've been trained up! If your kid ends up in a celestial court.....well, they'll be damn good monster hunters and the pride of your town if they survive!

- OH ALSO your kid isn't gonna come back looking the same. In general, their hair is gonna look more like....like if they were fae that grew up in that court. They're gonna have cat eyes to better see in the dark. There's gonna be an otherworldliness to them. Also they'll probably be sporting a new name. Apologies.

- The story follows Avery (name pending, I'm not entirely attached to it), a monster hunter from the Court of the Moon; Antonia Figueroa, one of the more prominent local witches; and Javi Justiniano, this weird person who just has weird magical things happen around them more often for some fuckin reason idk I totally dk but that's Spoilers

- They will all kiss. Eventually. Listen I like slow burn in theory but it's so hard to write I'm so impatient I just want them to KISS--

- Avery doesn't exactly....kill the monsters. Unless he HAS to (ie it's fatally wounded when he gets there). What he does in most cases is sedate them, and then put them in a pocket dimension he creates for that kind of monster to thrive in. Is this a power he learned in the Court of the Moon? Possibly. That's a cool idea

- If someone wants like, Proof that he killed it, he'll just glamour a rock or smth to look like a tooth or an eye or w/e

- Of course, once you've created like. A TON of pocket dimensions. Something's gonna notice, and that Something probably won't be too keen on you playing with the fabric of reality so much. Also you're gonna get tired I feel like

- Antonia (aka Toni) is the local witch, and thus helps monster hunters by creating sedatives for the monsters, or making antidotes for various monster venoms, or breaking curses. Among other things!

- She knows how Avery works and like, she's worried about him, but she helps him anyway. She doesn't stop telling him that he's gonna get himself killed this way, tho!

- Javi seems to attract magical phenomena, but also, monsters seem to be drawn to them and become calmer around them. They don't know why, but like, if a monster flies in through their bedroom window and curls up to go to sleep in their bed, they're just gonna let it, y'know? Maybe give it a pat. Feed it some Oreos or smth. Can weird flying monsters safely eat Oreos?

- There will be adventures! There will be demons in the corn! There will be cool monsters! There will be Gay! There will be polyamory! What's not to love?

This ended up being wAY LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED but it was a lot of fun so!! THANK YOU MAX FOR THE ASK AND FOR MY LIFE ILYSM!!!

[pinkykitten]

I was tagged by @writing-with-melon I hope my answers aren’t complete waste or if time and if so I’m sorry and I love you

Rules: Answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

1. What song automatically plays in your head when you look out the window on a long drive? 

i dont really have an answer for this. i think i just automatically think about any song ive been listening to recently or any song that has been stuck in my head. 

2.  Do you have some snacks nearby when you write?

well i live in a two story house so the kitchen is downstairs and im usually lazy busy so since i have a mini fridge upstairs i just usually get water to drink while im writing. its kinda hard to eat and write cuz i loose focus really easily so when i am writing i am writing! i am in the zone! but if i am a little hungry ill usually snack on candy like chocolate kinder joys i love them but they r so expensive or snack on chips but i get like salt on my fingers or i like cheetos so cheetos dust and that just gets everywhere and later my hands and keyboard kinda smell like fart. 3. What do you do to combat creative burnout?

so burnout happens to me a lot so to get inspiration i either read other stories or fanfics which gets my head gears turning or i admire a piece of art or photography or a song. whats so unique and satisfying with writing you can explore and go anywhere with it, hehehe erotic if you know what i mean lol jk there are no barriers with writing just your imagination. there is inspiration any where you go and id advise to never stop writing. even if its a few short sentences or paragraphs about anything even bird poop its still progression and your mind is working and your searching for words like its all good for you bby.  4. Do you use (or like to use) prompts? 

i do ill put the link here. im thinking of changing it though to do something different. 

5. What is your favorite place to write?

lol boring, i know but my room. my room is really bright in the mornings and comfortable and chill and i have a candle of the pandora ride in disney that smells like the ride so its all good and relaxing and super peaceful plus i have a picture of myself the age of like 9 on my desk idk why but it encourages me and makes me focus to make sure i never get that cringy again. 

6. What is a hobby or yous that you usually don’t talk about?

well i like working out HAHAHAHAHA jk that was a joke...get it...cuz i much rather be eatingokillstop. but i really like to draw which i have a art page you can see it if you click here pls look at my failed attempts to be hip and cool with the cool kids and being artsy fartsy. another hobby is i really like to do makeup and nail art, nail art is really tough guys no joke if you do it like you got wizard powers are something. maybe its bc my nails are shorter than pete davidson and ariana grande’s relationship, alright im trying to stop i swear!

7. Do you play an instrument? Which one?

no i wish though. i always wanted to learn to either play the piano or electric guitar cuz H.E.R looks so cool doing it. 

8. How do you feel about your handwriting?

it sucks dont even try me. my sister can barely read it like no wonder nobody wants to steal my signature heck they can’t even read it!

9. Can you tell us of a story that marked your development as a person? As a writer?

ok sit back guys, sniff a nice amount of crack and get ready for the most cringy moment of my life but also a time when i knew i was meant to be *inhale* a fanfic writer. 

so it was elementary school, i think 3rd grade and for my writing assignment we were given a prompt of idk what the heck tbh i think it was like be outside the box and im like ok imma nail this cuz im a weird child and yeah so i got my papers and pencil and i went TO TOWN on this paper. so i wrote two stories. one short story with a picture to go with it and one long story that yeah i buried years ago. so my first story was about a farmer was about that farming life. he had chickens and dairy. so i cant remember if the cheese was spoiled but doesnt matter. anywho these cheese and a chicken were alive like they could talk in the story and i gave them faces, yikes. but the whole story was the farmer was a b*tch and he was trying to eat the chicken and cheese so they hatched a plan to get away from the farmer. they did it successfully and they ran away. yay happy ending my teacher actually liked that one me too and my school mates were thinking what they heck is this girl on i made a story about how me and justin bieber made cookies for Christmas you know. so then my other story i was more proud of this one cuz it was a tone of paper, sorry trees, and this story was about how a female hippo (girl i was all about plus size and thicker girls and no body shaming) and an male ostrich were kidnapped from their own habitats and taken to become circus animals. failed version of Madagascar hey mine was before the circus movie OK THEY STOLE IT FROM MEEEEE. so they get taken and are treated to harsh punishment and the animals can talk and i think its in the point of view of the male ostrich guy thing. they are in the circus and they start to have this relationship happening. love starts blossoming its all good. im happy with this cuz i believed in love at age of 8. they find a way thru a kick butt scene of the animals escaping and the hippo and ostrich are so in love that they run away together and they have half hippo half ostrich babies and i think i named the species  hipstrich or like ostppo idk but i was so proud of this story and when my teacher read it she was worried about me lol i think she thought i might like mate these two animals like secretly idk but she was like it was ok and i was like what this is frickin William Shakespeare writing or like F. Scott Fitzgerald writing. nevertheless it taught me a lesson that nobody else needs to like what im writing the main point and only thing that matters is if your proud of it and you like it and i really did. i will remember that story forever and thats what made me want to be a writer. lol sorry that was a lot. 

10. @emdop I’m going to use this great question: Explain one of your WIPs in the most ridiculous way possible. 

wellllll im working on my peaky blinders oc story its a lot of drugs money killing weapons jewelry rich profanities like its the show but written from my stubby hands so my oc and whatever its great and so excited to show it to you guys. 

MY QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO START TUMBLR?

2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING OF THIS WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

3. WHAT QUALITY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT?

5. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE?

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD?

7. IF YOU COULD VISIT A PLACE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

8. WHAT SHOW OR MOVIE UNIVERSE WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IN?

9. WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

10. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE IN THIS WORLD THAN ANYTHING ELSE?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories, @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms, @naughtyneganjdm, @lenahellgizibe and two random followers @spiritsent, @sucker-for-my-fandoms

i was tagged by @writing-with-melon again ty btw, ps i felt so much pressure lol jk 😊

Rules: Answer 5 questions, Ask 5 questions, Tag 5 people.

1. What is your favorite book?

fifty shades of grey hahaha naw my favorite book is obv you all know this is series of unfortunate events but i never usually cry period and i never cry for books ever so when i read mrs. tom thumb by melanie benjamin, its the part when her sister minnie dies i cried so hard idk it was just emotional the wording the way she described her pain it was so beautiful written yet so sad and that was just amazing to me cuz im like this book made me feel things and im like wow i would love to write a book one day and make someone feel something whether it be sadness anger happiness annoyance anything they are having an emotion and that is super powerful to do that with just words. pls go check out that book its a good read. also im a fan of the greatest showman so i really enjoyed it. there are many other books tho that i thoroughly enjoy so much. 

2. What piece that you’ve written are you most proud of?

oh my god ive always wanted to be asked this question hands down i am always proud of my platonic gender neutral tony stark fic called in·con·sol·a·ble window to me i wrote it so sad and i was feeling like depressed lol when i saw peter die in infinity war like i didnt know what to do with my life tbh but im so glad that @impetrichorny requested it tysm i just like how its not based on romance or fluff or happiness it is based on when you lose someone the nightmares and sadness you go through and that there is nothing nobody can do about it except just be there for that person so i really like writing angst and something that was out of the box. ive been thinking tho of doing a part two since the fate of all the characters has changed after endgame. who knows tho. 

3. What is the last song that inspired you? 

well for art it would have to good news by mac miller when i did that kobe bryant memorial on my art page. i dont want to give it away though but ill just say some very powerful womens music inspired my oc writing and making. 

4. How do you feel about letting people read what you write?

at first i was scared cuz i thought i wrote like trash which that feeling kinda doesnt go away like some days i feel that way others i feel confident or it depends on the request it just depends but anyways i was always insecure about my writing so when i started writing it was more like lets see how this goes if not ill delete the whole page. im glad to say it went great but in the begging it was hard cuz i kept putting myself down but i learned to accept or just understand that you keep learning with writing you always learn knew things with writing how you can explain something better or you words get more intricate and people see the improvement and you do too thats why i applaud those who dont speak english that english isnt their first language. you are doing a tremendous job and keep practicing cuz you’re gonna make it to the top. ive also learned that some days are not my days and you can take time off when youre not feeling it when you have writers block. just recollect your juices sip some tea go to the beach relax your mind a little and take as long as you need to come back and give it your all. also comments and reblogs and likes a follows those meant so much to me and encouraged me. thats why i cant express it enough how much all those mean to writers, artist, photographers, anybody who is truly trying their hard in this area of social media. its makes a person happy smile and confident in their writing but first train your mind into loving what you make not what others thing. you have to be happy with the outcome that is what truly matters and what makes your writing the best. look at me getting philosophical. 

5. Do you get distracted easily? If yes with what?

yes and with porn haha i get distracted easily like very easily homeschooling was really tough for me. music distracts me, netflix, the urge to watch david dobrik or unus annus or buzzfeed unsolved on youtube, heck my farts distract me. i gotta be like troy bolton i gotta get my HEAD IN THE GAME!

MY QUESTIONS:

1. IF YOU COULD BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE NAMED?

2. WHAT PERSON INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?

3. IF YOU KNEW THE WORLD WAS ENDING TOMORROW WHAT WOULD YOU DO TODAY?

4. WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER?

5. WHATS YOUR WEIRD COMBINATION FOOD?

im tagging: @thatlittlered​, @ardentmuse​, @acciosnapes​, @lotsoffandomimagines​, @collecting-stories​ AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS IF YOU FOLLOW ME OR LIKE MY STORIES TAG ME ILL READ YOUR ANSWERS. HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING MWUAH 

[thinger-strang]

🌟Author Meme🌟

tagged by @gideongrace ilyssm 😚💖🥰

(honestly it's hilarious that im doing this bc ive only finished and published the one fic (thx adhd) but i have so many wips, ill just talk about those)

author name: ezra_mara on ao3 and thinger-strang here

fandoms i write for: mostly just stranger things right now (harringrove primarily but im trying to write more of my other ships too) but i did write some star wars and spiderman stuff once upon a time but never finished or posted

where i post: mostly tumblr and ao3 (I'm still new to the writing game so nothing too fancy)

most popular oneshot: lmao i only have one posted so that'd be Singing In The Shower And Other Sins on ao3 (im on mobile rn so i can't link rip)

favorite story i wrote: a tie between my surfing fic and my roommates fic (both wips rn but im close, so close to being done with both im stoked for y'all to read them)

story i was nervous to post: tbh all of them? I don't have a lot out there rn but posting any of content is nerve racking

how do i choose my titles: generally just a little thing from the fic, I can't do song titles bc music and writing don't really exist in the same place in my brain (but I can do playlists which is funky)

do i outline: not at first but if i get stuck or need to remember stuff i want in the fic but haven't quite gotten to that part ill write it down so i don't forget

complete: ...just the one i think?

in progress: oh boy, 35? maybe? but a lot of those are like revamps of earlier stuff or a mash up of a bunch of wips into one, i need to clean up my stuff tbh

coming soon/not yet started: okay, a lot is coming up BUT i have a surfing fic that's v billy centric, a roommates modern fic that's very near and dear to my heart (and also it's apparently really funny?), a nonbinary steve thing, and a coming out fic (these are the big four yes)

do i accept prompts: ive never received prompts but i might be down? writing is weird for me bc it's a bunch of random ideas that i can't stop thinking about and eventually have to write down but if i vibe with a prompt enough id be down to give it a shot?

upcoming story im most excited to write: honestly the nonbinary steve thing, as someone who is nb and is still figuring it out, it'll be really fun to have my favorite character go through all the same shit (but in a better way bc I can't make him suffer like that)

tagging: @harringrovesfawcettspray @grabmyboner and anyone else who wants to!

[mirohed]

kim seunghun | love me, love me not

pairing: kim seunghun + gender neutral reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: hanahaki au + angst 

synopsis: daffodils represent unrequited love. is that why you keep coughing them up?

warnings: implications of suggestive content, descriptions of illness (and mention of surgery), mention of alcohol

playlist: love me, love me not.

a/n: happy birthday to me!! im glad i finally got to finish and post this (its,,, been in my wips since at least february LMAO) !! they prob wont read this but i wanted to thank my irls for dealing w me and my kpop bullshit (esp bc none of them stan ygtb 😔)

It's getting worse.

Your knuckles turn white, gripping the porcelain of the toilet. Tears and blood alike fall into the bowl, disturbing the gentle peace of the water. You pound at your chest, the action causing you to hack up yellow daffodil petals stained suspicious red. It's a monotonous process at this point. Pound. Cough. Pound. Cough. Repeat until the damned coughing stops.

It takes ten minutes before you return to normal. Or at least as normal as you can get. You got lucky this time.

You watch the petals spiral downward into the gaping hole in the toilet and get flushed away.

Being with Seunghun wasn't always accompanied by a tightness in your chest and petals tickling your throat.

june 19, 2005; 2:52 PM.

"I wanna grow up," you had grumbled, your hands squeezed around the chains of the swingset. You and Seunghun had been riding your bikes for the first time since getting the training wheels off. You had sped down a hill ("First one down’s a rotten egg!") and lost control, falling off and scraping your knee on the pavement. He rushed you to your parents' house, supporting your weight with an arm around your waist. The two of you had settled for playing on the swingset in your backyard instead.

"Me too," he said. "I think." He'd been rocking forward and backward on the swing, eyes focused on the blades of grass underfoot.

"You think?"

"I don't know." You stayed silent, trying to gain as much height as possible with your uninjured leg. "I don't wanna grow up and stop being friends." That got you to stop right in your tracks, your leg planted on the ground.

"What?" You sent an incredulous look his way. "Why would we stop being friends?"

He had let go of the swing, his hands finding his lap. "Some of the older kids stopped being friends when they grew up," he mumbled. "I don't wanna stop being friends, but neither did they..."

You got off the swing, limping over to him and wrapping Seunghun in the biggest hug your six-year-old arms could muster.

"We're gonna be best friends forever. Don't forget that."

"Best friends forever." If he wrapped his arms tighter around you then, you didn’t pick up on it.

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i had fun today :^))

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i wanna adopt a puppy!!

[09:55 PM] huniebee🐝: will you promise to help me take care of it

You brighten as the messages come in, your phone's vibrations distracting you from the way your throat clogs.

[09:56 PM] you: ofc

[09:56 PM] you: well be the best puppy parents the worlds ever seen

[09:57 PM] huniebee🐝: wait i need to send the pics from the pet shelter

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You save each picture, cooing over the puppies you got to meet. This time, you only get a precious few minutes of relative clarity before things get too distracting to ignore. You return to the bathroom with a resigned sigh that devolves into a fit of coughs.

You cough and retch and cough some more. By the time you're done, there are less petals and more blood in the toilet bowl. Your chest still feels full of something you can't quite spit out.

Then you hack up something new: a bloody stem with wet flowers still attached.

There's nothing left to do but cry, your whole body wracked with pain both physical and emotional.

august 29, 2011; 3:15 PM.

"Today was fun," you said, making yourself right at home on Seunghun's bed. Your new backpack hadn't lasted more than a couple minutes in his house before getting neglected on his carpet. Your best friend hummed in acknowledgement, already sitting at his desk with his workbook out. "I'm glad we got to meet some new people," you continued, "but that Hyunsuk guy? Seems like a major pain in the ass."

"Give him a chance."

"I know, I know. I will. But still," you huffed, “it was his first day too. No need to act like a know-it-all."

"I know. But it's the first day. Maybe he'll even himself out with time."

The conversation ended there, and you spent some time staring at his ceiling fan, the blades going round and round in a big, beautiful blur. Before long, you had grown bored, looking over at him only to see his pencil flying across the paper.

"Hey. Let's go to the mall and get pretzels." Seunghun spun around to face you, a foot stopping his chair from going too far.

"Sure," he gave a placid smile. "Do your work first."

You groaned as loudly as you could, sounding much like a petulant child straight out of elementary school. (Which was more or less the truth, but you thought you were better than that.) After a few minutes of uninterrupted whining and failing to get Seunghun to break, you spoke up. "Why do I need to do my work? You're Mr. Hardworking, Mr. Teacher's Pet."

"We're in middle school now," he had said, and you remember thinking you were in for a long lecture, "and pretty soon, we're gonna have to go to high school and take entrance exams and decide which university we want to go to and..." He averted his gaze, put down his pen. "We need to start growing up."

"We're still young," you reasoned, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the side of his bed. "If anything, this is our time to experience things and, you know, make mistakes before we become adults!"

He was silent for a few long, agonizing moments, long enough to make you think you'd won. The pretzels were within reach; all you had to do was ask for them.

"I call a compromise."

Shit. Compromises were common in your friendship. Seunghun was always a little too good at stopping you from making stupid decisions. The worst part was that you could never argue with them. "We go to the mall to get pretzels—my treat—if, and only if, you do your work. We don't go until we're both finished. Deal?"

You opened your mouth, determined to pick the proposal apart, but his reasoning was (unpleasant, yet) bulletproof. Instead, you reached for your backpack with a heavy sigh. "First of all, fuck you. Second of all," you said, tugging your own workbook out, "you're impossible."

"I know. Do your work."

"Fine."

The math problems had been difficult, definitely harder than you were used to, but doable. If anything, the greasy mall pretzels that were way too salty to be healthy made it all worth it.

Seunghun gets understandably very worried when you text him from the hospital, but he comes to see you nonetheless. In his arms is a bouquet of daffodils.

"They symbolize friendship," he says, setting it down on the table next to you. You stare at the pristine yellow petals and flatten your lips in a tight smile. How ironic, you think, that he doesn't know they also symbolize unrequited love.

"The doctors wouldn't tell me why you're here. Classified information, they said." That much is true; nor much is known about the disease outside of shitty romance movies with unrealistically happy endings. Seunghun always believed in them. You never did.

You don't think your story's gonna have a happy ending.

You didn't want him to know anyway, lest he worry. (And you don't want to think about what would happen to your friendship if he found out he was the cause of it all.) "You don't have to tell me," he begins, sitting himself down on one of those rigid hospital chairs, "I just wanna know if it's bad. Like, well...you know.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Terminal."

"Like if I'm gonna die?"

"Yeah," he rubs the nape of his neck, a bit abashed, "more or less."

"I don't know. Sure hope not," you chuckle. That brings on a coughing fit, and Seunghun looks on, brows knit together. He moves close to offer what little comfort he can, but you hold your hand up to stop him; having him near will only make things worse.

Petals threaten to spill out of your mouth, and panic bubbles in your chest when he asks if you're okay. Your doctor, bless her, chooses that moment to enter. She shooes him out "to speak to you in private." Seunghun, to his credit, obliges and flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up as he goes. You try to mirror his expression (and hope your smile isn't more of a grimace).

The door closes behind him with a soft click. "Friend of yours?" the doctor asks.

You spit the blood-stained petals into your hand, your doctor graciously looking the other way as you toss them into the trash. "You could say that."

october 4, 2013; 5:11 PM.

You tugged at your clothing, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as you waited for your best friend to show up. The DJ, a former student, was already hard at work inside the gym. You heard the bass-boosted beginning of the Cupid Shuffle and shot a frantic text to Seunghun.

[05:11 PM] you: holy shit theyre playing the cupid shuffle can you PLEASE hurry up

[05:12 PM] you: idc if this is our first homecoming you better get your ass over here

[05:12 PM] huniebee🐝: give me like two minutes!!

[05:12 PM] you: THE SONGS GONNA BE OVER IN 2 MIN

"Are you waiting for Seunghun?" Hyunsuk had asked, tie already loosened. You two had gotten close—not as close as you and Seunghun, of course—this year as a result of having classes together. You wondered why you ever hated him.

"Yeah. He won't be too late, thank God, but I'm pissed we're missing the Cupid Shuffle. What about you? I remember you bragging all week about 'flexing your dance skills in front of the ladies.' Or are you all talk, as usual?"

"You know, it's almost like you don't want me to wait with you."

You had laughed, knocking your shoulder into his. The chatter kept up for a minute or two before he made his leave. ("Well, it's time for me to flex my dance muscles in front of the seniors," he chuckled, giving you a salute as he walked off.)

"I'm here! God, I can't believe I missed the Cupid Shuffle," Seunghun said, head hung low. You began to feel a little self-conscious; you were feeling out of place in your semi-formal outfit, yet he looked right at home in his dress shirt.

Chasing those thoughts away, you grinned. "You're here now, aren't you? Come on." You took his hand and dragged him into the gym.

You don't talk to Seunghun or to Hyunsuk after that. You're not sure if you should tell Hyunsuk about the whole situation when he texts you. Seunghun must have told him something was up, of course, and he's insightful enough, sensitive enough (when he wants to be), but you worry. You're afraid he'll open his big mouth. Instead, you send a few messages to your best friend.

[04:29 AM] you: hey

[04:29 AM] you: i just wanted to say in advance that im sorry

[04:29 AM] you: im so so sorry for everything ive done and for what im about to do

There's one last message in the text box, daring you to send it. "I'm sorry I love you," you whisper instead, deleting the message before you do something you’ll regret. To seal the deal, you tap through a few menus until you reach his contact. The picture you've assigned to him is one you took; he's about to take a big bite of cotton candy bigger than his head.

With a heavy heart (though you hope it’s just the weight of the daffodils in your chest), you block his contact. It's better this way. It has to be.

Your doctor said you could get rid of the thick, thorned vines with a vicegrip around your heart and lungs, could pluck the flowers that threaten to spill out at the mere thought of your best friend.

The biggest side effect of it all, she told you, was that you'd forget all about Kim Seunghun. So you steel yourself.

The last thing you think about before they insert the thin needle of anesthesia in your veins is Seunghun's smile, and how you'll never see it in person again.

And how even if you did, you wouldn't remember it as the grin from the boy you love.

october 4, 2013; 9:16 PM.

The frenetic strobe lighting in the gym slowed to a stop, having been replaced with a spotlight making lazy rounds through the gym.

You knew that marked the beginning of a slow song, and dragged Seunghun off the floor in search of some punch. He seemed to have different plans, tugging you back on the floor and pulling you flush against him.

"Where are you going?" he had asked. "You're the one who wanted to dance the night away." His hands found your waist, yours instinctively folding behind his neck. You had wanted to say something about how that claim was void now; he was the one that made you miss the Cupid Shuffle, but the words get extinguished when you look at him.

It was just like that time you practiced in fifth grade, but you swore there was something different about tonight and the way you swayed. You thought back to your practice session in fifth grade, how you had stepped on each other's feet, how you spent the whole time laughing. (For the record, it wasn't for any lack of balance; you started it, laughing as he cried out before he stomped on your toe.)

There was no laughing during the song. Everything was vibrant and deafening and there all at once. But at the same time, it was like everything had been stripped away. Everything but you and Seunghun.

Things changed after that. You were left with a dizzying, free-fall sort of feeling that picked up with each glance at your best friend. Almost every butterfly in the world was taking current residency in your stomach, making you feel light as your body moved to the music. Before long, there was something lodged at the back of your throat, nudging its way forward.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," you said, a particularly heavy cough bringing the mysterious lump to your mouth.

Running your tongue along the smooth texture of the lump (okay, so not phlegm), you spat the offending object into the sink: a single yellow petal, coated in saliva.

You blinked.

Blinked again.

"Oh, what the fuck," you muttered, unlocking your phone. One quick Google search later—why the fuck am i coughing up flowers—you found an answer.

Flora mortem. You were loath to believe WebMD, of all things, but you found yourself tapping the link regardless. There was another term for the rare disease: Hanahaki.

Revising your search query was a mistake. The first result was the "hanahaki" tag on Tumblr, which showed nothing but models with tears in their eyes and bloodied flowers in their mouths. Yikes.

You made your way back to the party after that, but lingering in the back of your mind was the cause of the disease: a severe case of unrequited love.

There is only one definite cure for Hanahaki Disease: having the object of the afflicted's affections return their feelings.

You almost manage to purge the petal and the stupid WebMD page from your mind for the rest of the night.

Almost.

You wake up hours later. It's a little disorienting, sure, to come to with little memory of what landed you in the hospital. You peek under the oversized hospital gown to see bandages over your chest, get tempted to rip the IV drip from your arm. The doctor comes in right before you make a move on the needle. She tells you all about how the flowers in your lungs are gone for good.

"You're saved. But the final test," she says, pulling a phone from her pocket, "is this. Do you recognize the people in this picture?"

You recognize yourself next to a boy you don't know. His hand's around your waist, pulling you close. You wear matching grins. Given the way you're both dressed, you suspect the picture's from your freshman year's homecoming dance. Weird. Memory's kinda fuzzy from that night.

"Yeah. Myself. I don't know the other guy. Am I supposed to?"

"No. You're not. Congratulations," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're cured."

You look through all the old messages and pictures when you have some time to yourself. You reach out for the memory, the feeling of knowing Kim Seunghun. You get nothing, and while your brain knows something's wrong, you're more concerned about being able to breathe easy.

You move to a new city, far, far away from the place you grew up in. You finish your last year of high school, get a job, start college. You make new memories with new people. You forget all about Kim Seunghun.

It gets easy to forget that you weren't born with the ugly faded red scars that run up and down your chest. It's your only remaining tie to the man you loved so much you almost let yourself wither away. You think it's a good thing you cut him off; why stick around, why force yourself to suffer, for someone who doesn't love you back? Why be with someone if it physically hurts to stay by their side?

But sometimes you wonder. What happened? What happened to him after his best friend walked out of his life for good with no explanation?

Those days are never good. You distract yourself then, often with the familiar kick of alcohol burning in the back of your throat. You've never been much of a drinker, but you figure it's never too late to start.

Sometimes, the distraction comes from being in the arms of another.

(One of your favorite distractions, a young man named Byounggon, had run his fingers along the angry lines one night, jotting them down in his map of your body.

"Do you regret it?" he asked then, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. You cupped his cheek, ran a thumb along the planes of his face.

"I wouldn't be here if I regretted it, now would I?" He let the corners of his mouth turn up just so, pressing his lips to yours.

You don't talk to him much nowadays, your interactions reduced to likes on Instagram, views on Snapchat. He's moved to a bigger city. "More opportunities," he said. You keep up with his dream of being a musician, always. There was a time when you were his number one supporter, after all.)

"Will that be all?" the cashier asks, jotting your order on the plastic cup. When you nod, he asks for your name. He jots that down too.

But then his eyes widen and he looks at you with renewed interest. "I'm sorry?"

"Is there a problem?" you asks, peering at your name (spelled correctly) on the cup. His eyes search for an answer within yours, some sort of explanation you can't seem to give. He averts his gaze, shakes his head, places your cup in the queue of orders.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Just thought you were someone I knew. Have a nice day." You parrot the phrase, catching a glimpse of the young man's name tag.

Seunghun, it reads in cheerful yellow. There's a doodle of a puppy in the top right corner. You think it's rather cute.

Two weeks later, you meet Seunghun again. This time, you're out for a morning jog. The crisp autumn air greets you as your feet meet the pavement and let out a satisfactory crunch under the burnt orange leaves on the sidewalk.

You both get stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. While you catch your breath, you don't miss the way he flinches, as though he didn't expect you to show up. He schools his expression into something friendly within no time, and you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.

"The weather's nice, isn't it?"

"It is," you pant. "On your way to work?" He raises a hand to tug at the strap of his backpack with a small smile.

"Yeah. You should come by, give us business," he grins. "On mornings like this, I recommend the hazelnut latte." You hum in agreement, not yet recovered enough to converse. "Tell you what, you come and get one when I'm working, I'll make sure it's on the house."

"Really? Maybe I'll swing by." The light changes, and you leave Seunghun behind, waving goodbye as you do.

You come in later that day, ordering a hazelnut latte as promised. Seunghun's manning the register, same as two weeks ago, and when he takes everything down, he smiles. You miss it as you pay, but there's something extra on your cup.

As you take a sip of the (delicious; his coworker Yedam must be some sort of brewing prodigy) latte, you catch a glimpse of the extra writing.

Along the side of the cup is his phone number.

[10:58 PM] seunghun!: more than anything i want to adopt a puppy

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: or rather another one

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: i named this one after an old friend

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The picture of Seunghun and his dog brings a smile to your face. You've been spending more time with him recently, whether it be going on coffee runs ("Are you sure you're not just using me for my employee discount?") or complaining about life as a broke college student ("My card got declined trying to buy a bag of chips last night...").

It's nice. Spending time with him is...nice.

It's more than a simple distraction, somebody to hold close on nights your decisions try to haunt you. It’s friendship, something to hold onto when you lose your way in the dense forest of your mind and to cherish when you manage to make it to a clearing and bask in the sunshine.

You've caught a cold recently (probably from that bastard Seo Changbin in your communications class). Seunghun's given you some homemade tea, swearing on its usefulness. It certainly tastes good, the sweet honey chased by tangy lemon. Unfortunately, the tea isn't able to stop the persistent cough you've been plagued with.

Feeling phlegm start to come up, you turn the bathroom lights on, hacking it up and spitting into the sink.

Huh. That's weird.

There's no phlegm.

The only thing in the sink is a single golden petal, coated in saliva.

[lauxxury]

STONE COLD - Bucky x FemReader

Summary - You never wanted to come back, not after how you left things with everybody at the Avengers, but especially him. 

Pairing - Bucky x FemReader

Warnings - this is kind of angst, mentions of being hurt but not too much really.

Word count: 1200 more or less

A/N: so yeah this is the first thing i’m going to publish and i’m nervous af. i hope at least someone (1) likes it, just that would make me incredibly happy. Tell me if you’d want another part bc is something i’ve been thinking about. Gif not mine, creadits to owner.

Snow covered everything you could see, from what was supposed to be green grass, to the green leaves of the trees, those of them that still had leaves. You didn’t know how you ended there. Well, you did know: mission gone wrong. but walking in the freezing winter in up state New York was the last way you thought this mission was going to end up.

 Your arms were wrapped around your torso trying to maintain the warm you still had in you. This was the last place you would want to be in, this is the kind of help you never wanted to ask for, not after everything that happened and how things were left. But it was either that or dying, so you made the hard choice.

 At least you could see now the building you knew you were approaching, you knew this path by heart having walked around this fields everyday a few years back. The Compound hadn’t changed a bit in 2 years, 3 months and 12 days. That’s how long you’ve been away.

 Sirens started, you knew it was meant to happen. A small sigh left your lips and your body went crumbling to the ground. They knew you were there. You knew they would save you, at least for old time’s shake when you still were an Avenger.

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It was a high beep what you first noticed of your surroundings, it was also what made you regain your consciousness, its annoyance making you open your eyes slowly trying to figure out where you were. You knew where you were. Up state New York. Avenger’s Compound. Med bay.

 You were alive. They saved you.

 “You scared us, kid” a deep voice sounded on the side of the hospital bed you were laid down. It was familiar, even though you hadn’t heard it since more time than when you left, at least 4 years, give or take.

 “Bruce...” your voice sounded harsh, unused for some time and also breathless, even though you weren’t having troubles to breath. Bruce got closer to you and pulled the oxygen mask off your face. “… you’re back”.

 “I am. And I’m better. But you… No one told me where you went. No one would even talk about you, what did you do?” He took a seat right beside you on those typical hospital chairs they had for the families and friends of the ill.

 “They never knew where I went. I just left” your voice cracked at the end, as if it didn’t want to come out of your mouth, as if just talking about it made your heart break. And it would have, but it was already broken, and sore, two years had done absolutely nothing to ease your pain.

 “I know about Buck-“

 “Don’t. Please don’t. I can’t… I don’t want to…” it was starting to get harder to breath. That was the main problem, heartbreak wasn’t supposed to make you this weak, it wasn’t supposed to make you physically ill.

 “I’m sorry. You should rest”

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The second time you awoke there wasn’t and oxygen mask on your face, but you still were in the same bed in the same room. Everything was exactly the way you saw it last time, but you felt in your bones that more time than you thought had passed.

 You felt better. The numbness in your arms and legs you felt before was now gone. You were fine and ready to go. This was a bad decision. It saved your life, but it was bad.

 You left the bed and as soon as your feet touched the floor an alarm started beeping. What was it with the avengers and alarms? Did they have one for every single thing or what?

 You heard steps approaching the door of the room and knew you were going to have to face them someday, if not today maybe in a couple of months or years but it was inevitable. And you owed them a thank you, for saving your life.

 The door opened slower than you thought it would and there he stood: the man, the legend, the one who not only broke your heart but made you run away. You knew you shouldn’t blame him, he just fell in love with another person and fell out of love with you. Who would have love you anyway? But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was knowing who she was and how it all happened in front of your eyes, but you didn’t notice. You never noticed.

 “You shouldn’t be out of bed” his words were harsh laced with disdain. He hated you, you knew it was meant to happened, you knew him well after all.

 “Am I a prisioner?” you asked looking straight at him. He was still handsome, the most handsome men you’ve ever met, he aged like fine wine even for someone who was over a hundred. You knew you sounded like a child, trying to start a fight, but it was your natural response to Bucky after everything that happened.

 “You’ve been in here for two weeks now, you should stay in bed until Banner says otherwise” he was talking as if he was your father and you hated it, you always hated being treated like a kid, even when you knew you were acting like one. You were to answer him but he cut you before you could start. “Don’t you dare. I was the one to find you, you know? You were literally dying out there in the fucking cold. I don’t even know how you’re still alive. You didn’t even have a fucking heartbeat, for fuck’s shake!” his hands went up to put away some strands of hair that were falling into his eyes. He had cut his hair short, a little longer than how he used to wear it back in the 40’s. It suited him, made him look younger. “You were dead! What the hell were you doing out there? It’s been two years! Two years of not knowing a fucking thing about you! Nothing! And that’s how you come back? Almost dying!”

 The sound of someone clearing their throat at the door of the room made Bucky stop his rambling. There she stood, still beautiful but not redheaded anymore. That was a change you didn’t see coming.

 Bucky looked at her as if he was caught doing something illegal, guilt all over his features. Then he looked at you and the only feeling his eyes showed was pain, those eyes piercing to the center of your body making you feel the emptiest you’ve ever felt. And then he turned around and left the room, heavy steps echoing in the hallway.

 “Why did you come back?”

 A/N: so that’s it. im tagging @itsbuckysworld bc you tagged me in the wip name tag and althought this wasn’t in the list that tag made me want to write something, gracias. You can find chapter 2 on my masterlist on my bio!!

[aharris00britney]

ASKS 06

Ummmm stuff I’ve ignored and let build up ;-; MM hairlines, a pic of me, default replacement hairs, donation stuff, using my hair conversion meshes, a male hair wip, recolor requests, and other stuff UwU

Anonymous said: face reveal?        

lmao this is from October but I never take pics of myself besides snapchat so UwU

@wildfire607​ said: I love your content for the game! I have my notifications on for you. Much love from Texas. ♥️

omggg thank you!!!! literally I don’t feel like people would have notifications on for me ;n; again, thank you so much <3

@standardheld said: Hey there! I know you don’t take requests so take it as an idea. Maybe you’ll like it. Otherwise, please don’t feel forced to do anything! So here’s the idea: I haven’t fount an adult’s version of you YeoJin hairs with big pigtails. Remember Cassandra Goth from The Sims 2? It think it would look beautiful and I know you’ve got the necessary talent. If you like the idea, please let me know :)        

Hello!!! Lmao I am kinda swamped rn to start ‘new’ things BUTBUTBUT I don’t mind if somebody uses my conversion meshes like YeoJin Hair since all it is is a conversion. So if u wanna do it or wanna ask some other people, feel free!! <3   

@pxelsquid​ said: The WIP hair in your play list post is so beautiful! I can’t wait for it!

Thanks! Planning to get it out in the next week or so

Anonymous said: What do you use donations for?

(answer in bold) lmao I actually don’t get many, at least not enough for them to go towards anything. But I do get a few dollars every couple of months (and that still makes me super happy to see ty to anyone who has donated ever UwU) lmao so I don’t really know what the donations go towards though I guess packs?? which rn I prob wouldn’t buy a pack w/donation money bc irl stufffff but I would think donations on a sims account should go to more sims stuff if you don’t need to money for personal life situations :)

Anonymous said: Hello! Would you ever consider some of your hairs for male sims?

You should be able to disable to masculine filter and see them?? If not go in S4S and edit the tags to let it be seen

Anonymous said: about your last hair: NOPE. 

all night all night all niiiiiiiight ✨

Anonymous said: I’m so happy you made the Jennie Hair without headband! I really like it so far. Good job!

Yay!! I’m glad you like it. Thank you so much <3

Anonymous said: When will you be releasing the braids on your post /post/168877609911/ ?

Yeah!! They’ve been done a while, hopefully they should get posted soon. Here is a link if u want early accessssssssssssss UwU

Anonymous said: why did u and yoshi break up?

Richard ( @cas-fulleditmode ) shares the same fetish as me (M*** P**f) lmao im kiddingggggg UwU me and @ayoshi​ are married in Korea still

Anonymous said: BOOOOOI! HAVE YOU HEARD “BLACK DRESS” BY CLC? IT. IS. LIT

i dont think u get…. my k-pop obsession ;-; lmao I literally keep up with like every girl group and watch the album teasers/everything UwU I still prefer Where Are You? to Black Dress though.

Anonymous said: Are you friends with grimcookies?

to an extend I think so, yes. We have only messaged a few times in the past week or so bc of memessssss

Anonymous said: Can you please post some eyes or tell me where I can download cc eyes? I hate the eyelashes that sims has.

My resource page has the eyes I use and the no EA eyelashes mod link :)

@saurussims​ said: Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

My birthday is this month so I’m happy about that lmao

Loona

my pug UwU

my friendssss

getting new clothing

Anonymous said: aghhhh your sim style is so nice! Have a nice day!

Thank you so much!!

Anonymous said: Hello! ^_^ I just dropped by to tell you how much I appreciate your hard work in making hairs. I don’t know how much time it takes you to make such wonderful creations, but they definitely made my sims better-looking for your CCs are amazing and they are of matching lengths and styles that really made planning my sims’ hairstyles easier <3 Sorry I’m too broke to donate, and all I can do is THANK YOU :( But please know that you deserve all the praises you get. More power to you and your blog! <3

omggg this is so sweet ;-; thank you!!! I really really really appreciate stuff like this. <3

Anonymous said: Would you consider making more hairs (preferably a long, casual style and maybe a ponytail?) with the Candie/Maja bangs? They’re soooo cute!

I have made another hair with those bangs. Hopefully it gets posted soon :)

Anonymous said: Can you please make the laundry day hairstyles base game compatible?

I actually didn’t buy laundry stuff lmao college/senior payments are taking all my money rn so I prob won’t get any packs anytime soon :P

Anonymous said: all i want in life is curly maxis match boy hairs ahhh :((((((((

aweeee I am really bad at male hairs or I would try :( this is a male hair I did the other day and it is super super basic but like I’m surprised it wasn’t super fucked up ;-;

@jacazul​ said: ✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out 💛✨ <3333

Thank you!!! <3

Anonymous said: how do you get all your sims to look so cute??? every time i think i’ve made a super cute sim i see one of your sims on my dash and i’m like WHOA NEVERMIND THEN. seriously tho what are your secrets

ummmm I use all my sims and then just do ‘make twin/sibling’ and then I get a clone to mold like clay wedgfhv

Anonymous said: which recolor palettes do you recommend for hairs? I like the EA colors but I would like to try some others.. especially after seeing the hair color you put on your sim with the jennie hair in your latest post

Obvi I like the anathema palette bc I put my hairs in that, but the saccharine (?) is really really good and there are tons of hairs in that. and the WMS palette is so so so good there are just too many swatches for me to do that palette tbh

Anonymous said: Are you going to make more hairs that are ombre accessory compatible?

Maybe! I am not sure tbh, it depends on the mesh I use and abunch of other factors :)

Anonymous said: Question, I love your Jisoo hair, it’s well done, but the ombre part, what’s the file name and how do you download it? I’m a noob when it comes to this. Sorry to bother you.

file name -> JisooHairOmbreNaturals[AH00B].package

just put it in your mods folder like you would normal CC. It is in accessories :)

Anonymous said: I’m legit falling in love with you and all these cc’s ❤❤❤

<3333 Thanksssssss UwU

Anonymous said: not to rush you but are any male sims coming out soon :0

My male sim has been in my drafts with all the CC links and everything the past MONTH but I haven’t had the motivation to export his download file omggg. He is on my gallery @ spotharris if u really really want him right now

@bob10112006

​ said:

I love you and thank you for your cc and can you make not so berry cc?thanks!

People have made recolors of my cc in not so berry colors :) check my sideblog @aharris00britneyrecolors​

Anonymous said: Hi! Are you planning to make the Go Won hairs into a bob? the same hair and all but shorter. I just think it will look really nice as a bob.

Maybe?? no plans as of right now though

Anonymous said: please upload your red-ish haired sim! :) x

Already did, check my sim download page

Anonymous said: damn, those new hair really sucks. sorry… but. yeah.

well maybe if you stanned LOONA then you would like them UwU

Anonymous said: I checked out your sim page, they’re so gorgeous! I remember at some point last year you mentioned maybe sharing Briella after you stopped using her, and I haven’t seen her in a while in your posts. Have you considered sharing her or is she just officially retired? She was a very cute sim and is iconic!

Briella wasn’t actually my sim! Her original download post is here

@ayoshi​ said: Are you gonna tell your followers why you didn’t give me a valentine gift or…???

Me and @cas-fulleditmode​ were too busy to take a stop in korea sorry UwU

Anonymous said: heey :) could you maybe put the hairlines your were talking about in the latest post for download? i use hairlines myself and i really like your hairs in tge palette you are using and i can’t find any hairlines in it soo? could you do that? :)            

the hairlines I made are actually in the saccharine palette bc so many clayified hairs come in that palette lmao. They are kinda messy rn but if I eve use them on a sim download ill link them there :)

Anonymous said: Could you please recolour some of wild-pixel’s hairs in the palette?

Anonymous said: can we give you recolor requests?

Idk if I will do recolors that often but when I do I kinda just do what hairs I find myself using at that time :P

Anonymous said: Will u ever upload girl from “tell me why, why i’m so lonely” post?? Please consider it, she is soooo cute 😍😍😍

I didnt save her :(

@investedwheat40 said: Would you ever consider uploading your joy hair as a default replacement for that one hair Zoe Patel wears?

Prob not since it uses different textures/shadows and stuff, it would be the same size and stuff as the normal Joy hair

Anonymous said: Is there any way to download you models? Because I live how they looks and really want to use them.

I got this before I made my sim download page, but lmao here is a link to my sim download page :P

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

the lorax, but everytime a character appears its bnha and every time u read it u want 2 die

summary: oh you know damn well whats coming, sweetie 

notes: its 2:35 am. i spent over an hour writing this. pls clap. 

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it was a suny day in thneedville and the sun was shining but it was COLD and DARk in dekus hart as he gazed sadly off intot he distance. “mommm wy doesnt todoroki senpai-san NOTICE me???”” he lameneted to his mom.

“maybe its ur ugly little pissbaby child face” inko suggested as she cooked up a spaghety for brekfast.

“how can i impress him??” deku questioned

“try lifting, cucklord” said his grandma recovery girl as she casually bench bressed 600 pounds of rocks.

“how bout i find him  a plant insted?” deku sugested thinking about the tre todoroki painted on his house. he had asked todoorki if he liked trees and he sed ‘ya sur i gues’. “bitches lov plants”

“yeeee i kno wat u mean giv him some *lettuce*” recovery gorl winked

“wat a bout a tree” “but TREEs are DEAD” inko exlciamed! she threw the spagheti on the floor for dramtic effect and cltuched dekus head in his hands. “Son do not SPEAK of such things or The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM wil BUST thru the ROOF and kill you! Now sit down and eat ur capitalism! Consumerism is god hallejeuluah amen!”

“tree” deku whisperd

the hose exploded and every1 died but they were okey. avaracious all-for-one’hare, a tiny liitle with a shiny bowlcut and tiny little man feet bitchslaped deku across the face. “NO TREES ALLOUD!!1!”  he shrieked. he bloo a kiss ot dekus mom “that plate of capitalism u have is cooking upped looks lovly mam”

inko blsuhed. “thanks”

“just make sure to keep the kiddo here away from any” all-for-one’hare, lowered his voice, which was hard bc he was already so short and low and close tothe flor. “trees”

inko gASPed! “of CORSE! i wil keep him away from the place where the trees once were by the Forbindden WAll u buildt with ur money to keep out the Bad COmmunist SentimentsTM”

recovery girl made shifty suspicious looks on her face “sure yea me too”

all-for-one’hare, was convinced. “I AM CONVINECED” he sed “by felicia!” he hopped on his hoverbord and hoverborded away.

inko cleaned the spaghety off the flor and recovery girl pulled deku by the leg into the backyard. “YO FUCKER U BETTER RUN UR ASS OVER THE COMMIE WALL AND GET A TREE SO U CAN START SLINGIN SOME MAD PUSS”

“but gramma im gay”

“then start slingin some nuts my d00d the POINT is get a TRE e” she scremed. “when i was, a yung boi, my ffather, took me over the wall, to see a bunch of trees, he sed son when, u grow up, dont kill them , the trees, and bring the nonbelievers, to come and plant new trees”

“k”

she siezed dekus sholders “GO FORTH CHILD BRING THE TREES SO WE CAN MAKE THEM GROW ANEW AS THE PROPHECY HAS FORETOLD, OUT BEYOND THE WALL LIVES A MYSTERIOUS MAN CALLED THE ONCE-FOR-ALLER, FIND HIM, HE WILL TELL YOU HIS TRAGIC TALE OF TREE AND BRING NEW LIFE TO THIS BARREN CAPITALIST HELLSCAPE, NOW GO”

“k” deku hopped on his totaly radicel scooter headed 2 the wall. a robot cat watched him forehsadowingly.

it was hella empty over the commie cuck wall with not even a bORger king in site!!!1! tree stumps covered the flor and clouds of smonk from a thousand vape pens darkened the sky. a ded bird lay deadly on the ground while its bird children cried over its bird corpse. it was sad. deku took a sad face selfie with the ded bird then did a sick ollie over the corpse and headed toward the mysterious shack in the distants.

the shack had  a bucket in front of the dor labeled “piss”. deku hopped on in the piss bucket “YO ONCE-FOR-ALLER U GOT KIK??” he cried. wind wistled past his ears and he coffed from the vape smoke but then the pis buckt got pulled up on a ROPE and deku found himself hOISted up to a wINdOW!!!! he stareed face to face at a pair of black eyes with blue spots in the middle like limpid tears and some long bony arms with glvovs and yaoi hands reached out to slap him.

“WHAT” he yelled “ARE YOU DOOING” he leaned closer “IN MY SWWAAAAAAMP!????”

deku wet his pants and criied. “i sutjj,,, i jstu  wann, t  a t;rree,,” he said sobbily. “i,m tr yiyng to get s enpai , t o noticnse me,, an ,n  and i  thgout,, i fi  got, hima   t,r,ree, he wo uld liek me”

“fucken millenials” snarled the once for aller “its always senpai this, thrussy that, my neck my back, my snapping-chat, wy wold i giv u a tre??”

“b-because i,, i brought u a SPAGHETTY” deku exxclaimed, pulling pounds of spagheetyi out of his pockets

the once for aller slorped up the spaghetti hongrily “ya ok i gues i can tel  u my storey now. its a dark and trageic tale of capitalism, like the star wors preqols” a tear ran down his bony old cheek. “but insted of jar jar binks thers only me, booboo the fool”

there was  a crossdissolve and suddenly they were in the once-for allers past where he was a big bara man with bara tiddies and twinky skinny geans no where near the size needed to accomodate for his phat dong. he rode along in a cariege puled by a single muel

“FASTER AIZAWA KUN” cried the once-for-aller hapily. “those proletariats arent gonna exploit themselves!”

aizawa the mule grunted sexily and plowed on, workin that tight little mule ass.

the once-for-aller started shredding out a sick nasty solo on an elextric guitar and it was RAD AS HELL as he blasted out the opening cords to jake pol’s magmnum opiss “its everyday bro”. “we gotta dab on those haters aizawa kun” said the once-for aller with  a very gay wink

aizawa the mule grunted in annoyance. he could not dab, for his sexy mule bodey had no arms.

they fond a metric shitload of trees and there were like wildlifes and shit running around. bears (like endeovor) froclikced int he woods with their hairy bara nippels exposed 2 the world, tsuyu and her frog pals swam in the woter, and tokoyami the borb boy  floo in the sky wich was pure and clean without a single trace of vape smoke. the tres looked fuckable so the once for aller busted a nut against one trunk then wipped out a glock and started shootin them down “YEHAW fuCKERS iTS HIGH NOON” he screamed in texan, his native language, as he mowed downt he trees the way present mics sexy voice mows down the pussey.

sudenly DANY DEVITO IN A FURSOOT APEARED. he was tiny and magestic and orange and so fucken valid. also he was grand toledo. “CUNT” he yelled kicking the once for aller in th e kneecaps. “THIS IS THE ENVIROMENT!!!!1! YOU CANT JUST START WEED WACKIN THES TREES WITH YOUR YANKEE DONGLE DANDY AND SHOOTING THEM WITH GUNS!1! THAT IS BAD AND WRONG! CAPTIN PLANET DIED FOR OUR SINS”

the once for aller looked down at the tiny orange man then down at his own big bulgin bara tiddes “i cold crush u 2 deth with my tiddys, maybe u shuld stay out of my way dude’

dany deveto gasped angrely. “how DARE!!1!” he screamed, punching the once-for-allers big toe. “BUDDY I WILL PERSONALLY FUCK YOUR GRAVE WITH MY OWN TWO ASSCHEEKS IF YOU SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD, I DEFY U TO TALK SHIT, COME AT ME SCRUBLORD IM RIPT”

“try me gardfielf” the once for aller laffed “iv ben drinkign plenty of nut milk so my boneses are helthy and Stronk”

daney devito pulled out his 20 inch thunderdong and beat the once for aller in the head with it until he was past oout on the ground. the woodland crreatures danced hapily around the bodey but then he woke up

“u kno wat” he moaned “mabye capitalism isnt so good, lets al liv together in communism and friendship, and i wont cut and/or fucc any of the trees”

danny deveto was mostly appeased. “ya ok, but if u try anymore fuckin shit ill go back in time and cuck ur grandparents.”

dannneie dievoto tried to hav the once-for aller killed on at least 10 separate occasions and the once for aller did slip in some clandestine tree fuckage now and agein, but other than that the communism and friendship was good. but everything changed went he fire nation atteacked, they defeeted endevor esily but then the once for allers slutty, sluty family showed up to REEK HAVICK :0 !!!1!

the once for allers ugley mom, sir nighteye, stepped out of their cheap car and did the anime glasses thing “toshi u commie thot” he said with distaste “stop being poor”

“but MOM” the once for aller wined “i HAV to be por! its good for the envorionemnt and my new animal frends and if i dont dany devito will beat me over the head with his massive meaty man-canoe!”

“dont b lil bitch, do a capitalism.”

the once for allers loud cosin hizashy jumped out of the wagon. “YAINT” he shrieked at 1000000 decibels, killing 90% of life on erth. “ARE WE GON FUCK SOME TREES OR WHAT”

the once for aller looked at his disproving mom, then at his loud cosin, then at the very fuckable trees. his eyes lingered on a sexy sap hole. “yea we are” he said, pulling out his gitar sexily. “how bad could it posbiley be??”

the answer was prety fucken bad as it turned out. a metric fuckton of people paid to watch the once for aller and his family fuck trees to deth by throwing moneey at them like they were stripers, but then al the tres were fucked ded!!11! the bears starved into ity bity twinks, unable to maintain the THicc, tsuyu and the frogs choked and coffed up water ful of human piss as they peed in the water while laughing in delite at the once for allers antics, and tokoyami and the birbs coffed out their organs from the clouds of vape smoke filing the sky.

soon ther was no one left. the once for allers familey left with al the money, aizawa the fuckable mule was ded, and it was just the once for aller allone in the rouns of his former capitalistc glory with only the bright yellow banana suit on his back to remind him of those days.

dani devioto looked at the once for aller with sad eyes before kciking his own ass so hard he got sent rocketing thru the stratusphere, leaving behind an imapct crater with a single word

“cunt” deku whispered softly in the present as he gazed into the crator.

the once for aller sighed sadley. “iv wondered for years and yeers wat he ment by that, but i think i understand now. unless some1 like u stops being a cunt, then nothign is gona get better, u nut”

“shit fam thats deeep” sed deku

the once for aller looked at dekus pissbaby child face. “i lost evrything to capitalism, my friends, nature, my family” teers rolled down his cheks “i even sold my organs to buy cocane and strippers so now i hav a total of 2 orgens in my hole bodey.”

“kinky”

“but we can change that!” cried the once for aller passionetely. “i am going 2 giv u a tree to plant in thneedvil so communism can return and bring back the life stole from this world with my big stick diplomacy. go now, young midorieya-shonen my boy, GO FORTH IN THE NAME OF COMMUNISM AND UN-CUNT THIS MISEREBLE WORLD!!1!”

ther was an epic radicel chase seen wher deku had to fite the The All For One’HAre Corporation Copyright TM and his grandma recovery girl did sik triks on her moped and deku almost but not quite got to kis todorki senpai but they made it to the town square.

deku held todorokis hands and tenderly put the baby tre in it “here” he sed “take my seed”

todoroky noded solemly. “i hav never wanted anything more than to be given ur seed midoreya” he was about 2 plant the seed in the ground when all for one’hare appered! “NOT SO FAST FUCKHOLES” he yelled capitalistically. “this TRee is COMMuNISM!!1!” he cried to the townspeople. “do u RELLY want to be FILTHY COMMIES???”

“Commies hate micdonaleds!!1” screamed one impassoned townsperson.

“LETS BOIL THEM IN OIL” some one else agred.

“but guys wait!!!” deku cried “dont u want like, nature n shit?”

“CAPITALISTS WANT TO REPLACE EVERY REMOTELY FUCKABLE PERSON WITH A TREE” all for one’hare screamed

teh twonspoeple gasps, thens tarted chanting for deku todo and grandma to get boiled in oil

deku sweated nervosly “um but,, treees,, r good?”

“OIL OIL OIL”

“BACK IN MY DAY WE FUCKED TREES AND WE LIKED IT” recovery girl rored!

that was acomeplling argument. the boil in ooil chanting slowed

all for one turned to his henchperson stain “STAIN” he yelled “TEL THESE HIPPY DIPPY COMMIE TREE FUCKERS WHAT WE REALLY THINK OF THIS CAPTEN PLANET B-ROLL BULLSHIT”

stain cleered his throt and burst into magnificent song “let it gro let it gro, so we can have trees to bone” he sang. he was The Ultimate ChadTM so every1 agreed with him imediately. they throow all for one’hare into a pit of spiders where eh was eten and killed and planted the seed in the fertile butthole of the earth wher it could blosom and gro.

in the folowing yeers trees started groiwng beyond the wals and the once for aller crawled out of his shame sahck to water them with his nut as an act of penanc.e

slowly, magesticsally, danny devito in a fursewt flew down from the sky. “ya done good cunt” he grunted, tenderly slapping the once for allers boney ass with his furry orange old man boner. “ya done good.”

they both floated up to gay heaven by their ass skins wher the once for allers big bara past self greeted them with open arms. “all of ur trubles are ogre” he whispered tenderly in their tidditlyated ears. 

the once for aller caressed his past self “oh oncey” he whispered sweetly “are u shure we should do this?? can u even,,, oh, how can u love me in this broken down form??” 

past once for aller smiled and did the kabedon thing with his future self who whimpered arousedly and blushed carnelian. “its not who we are on the outside” he shoved his entire arm up his entire ass“its who we are inside” 

danney devito cheered the once for allers on as they fucked together for all of eterneity and it was very communiest teh end 

[atheneumoftheadored]

F/Os , get your F/Os here—

A list of characters I feel things for. For better or worse. List is subject to change as characters solidify. Most important at the top.

Edit: defunct F/Os under the cut bc I still want people to enjoy their tags if they like.

THE BIG LUVS, I am obsessed with them,:

💖 Michael/The Distortion, The M.agnus Archives

Consider this a major WIP as I continue listening to the series and learning more. I love him A Lot though and I grow more ill with every appearance of his I come across <3

Tag: TBD

💖FWEEEEDOM, M.onument M.ythos

Sometimes you get lost in the Grand Canyon and a scary sentient statue thinks you're cute. And drags you away to play with

But then you meet the other people inhabiting her and become like family to them 🥺. She thinks of you as hers, of course.

This one is very fascinating for me and fleshed out, including ideas that maybe I end up working at the national park or volunteering to stay near her at least seasonally, to even continue into some au shit where the Crawfords and Freedom are freed from the statue in some sort of divergence of the canon Great Division. Her wuv her sweet pretty little boyfriend. Fiercely protective statue woman.

Tag: she has his eyes

💖Thomas C.rawford, M.onument Mythos

He's so fucked up ♥️

I am fascinated with him in the statue and beforehand. Himself as a loving husband and father and how his relationship with his daughter must have been ruined by him competing with her for control of Freedom. How he probably always cared for her, how he relates to his living work of art, god.

I think his relationship with me would be very clingy and possessive because I care about Freedom, his daughter Nina, and him by extension. I'd be the first person to become close to him and his daughter in over a hundred years. I think over time he starts to see me as a new wife, eventually so blinded by his want to have a companion again who can love him and his daughter that his missing Louisa fades.

I do have a verse (re: Freedom "everyone is freed" au shit) where he no longer occupies the statue and it's pure indulgence in me exploring his pain and his newfound adoration for me. Doesn't make canon sense but I grow more and more interested in it.

Tag: he couldn't stop laughing

💖KIRK/The Last Son, M.onument M.ythos/N.ixonverse

He's my sweet boyfriend. He's so puppy boy. I love him. I'd do anything for him and he deserves it and did you know he's just the goodest boy in the world???? Did you???

I spoil this man. Kiss kiss kiss big sweet shy hunky bf. And his tiny twink boygirlfriend. Our house pet is Lanky.

Tag: so I can save everyone

💖 The H.orned Serpent George fucking Washington, M.onument M.ythos

This is with my alter who is also written as an oc, Ophaniel, so take your complaints up with him lmao. This ship has gotten more sweet as I've developed it, and plays more on George's isolation and loneliness as a bizarre multidimensional creature, and the companionship Ophaniel offers Sneorge as a fellow weird ass entity.

(Nobody calls him Sneorge)

I really love exploring the Horned Serpent's characterization, as a hungering abomination but also the general conceit and retained personality elements of the human that has merged with it. Like more than anything he craves bloody sustenance and to propagate and expand, but he's still the 18th century general.

Tag: sink into my dreams

Past faves. The cut is being finicky on mobile, sorry about that.

The H.eadless Horseman, The Legend of S.leepy Hollow

THE ORIGINAL BF

Tag: you can't reason with a headless man

Moebius, L.egacy of Kain

Tag: sordid little schemes

D.age the Evil, AQ but mostly AQ.3D

Tag: souls like yours and mine

Death, AQ.3D

Tag: makings of a good reaper

Buzzer, G.I Joe

Tag: c'est la vie; mate!

[thewhumperinwhite]

WIP Wednesday

okay, i’m about to start working on some café bc that’s what wants to come out today (wkw is next I solemnly swear) but first bc I mentioned it here’s a snippet from My Actual Serious WIP, From Which All Others Have Grown.

@whumpitywhumpwhump

By the time the boy scrambled up out of Jasper’s bedroll, hair and eyes wild and almost taking the ratty old traveler’s tent up with him, the sun was already halfway up, and the small fire Jasper had lit was mostly embers.

    The boy stared at Jasper, out of breath, and positively swimming in the tunic Jasper had leant him. He hadn’t packed with dressing skinny teenagers in mind; the rough green wool hung down to the boy’s knees and the collar showed all of his sharp jutting collarbones and most of his narrow chest. His eyes were wide and the color the sky would be above the Wastes at noon, and his face was sharp and angular, probably by nature and certainly by starvation. There was a long sharp scar from his left brow to the corner of his mouth, to match the stab wound in his stomach.

    “My sword,” was the first thing the boy said, voice cracked from thirst and probably also fever.

    Jasper blinked up at him. He had pulled the boy’s sword-belt off in the process of bandaging his gut-wound, because the old cloth wrapped over the wound had clearly not been changed in far, far too long; it had been many years since Jasper had had to look at a wound like that, and in the old days they’d never have let one go so bad; Silex would have had kittens. Jasper had peeled the remains of the boy’s white shirt off as soon as he’d carried him to a decent campsite, and then when he had to take breaks from the awful business of peeling bandages out of half-healed muscle to recharge his magic and settle his stomach, he’d set up the tent and made the fire. The shirt hadn’t been worth saving, so torn and stained with blood and sweat he couldn’t even tell what it’d been made of; the boy’s trousers honestly weren’t all that much better, the legs tatters from the knees down, but Jasper would have wanted to wake up in his own pants if their positions had been reversed, so he’d left them. The only other thing the boy had been carrying was the sword itself, and the belt for it, which was bloodstained but clearly good leather and had held alright, so Jasper had set it aside and gone back to the business of saving the boy’s life.

    He hadn’t purposefully confiscated it, in other words; it hadn’t even occurred to him that the boy shouldn’t have it. It was a preposterous looking thing, anyway, all curlicues and glass of all things; he’d barely registered it as a weapon, but hearing the boy ask for it with such breathless urgency was a bit on the worrying side.

    That said, the boy seemed to be staying upright through a serious effort of will alone, so he probably wasn’t going to do a lot of fencing at the moment. Jasper pointed wordlessly to the left of the boy’s feet, where he’d piled his own pack and staff beside the tent; the glass ball at the pommel glinted redly under the desert sunrise.

    The boy looked down, saw the sword, and sagged in relief so completely that his knees simply folded underneath him and he fell into a sitting position beside Jasper with a small thump.

    “‘Morning to you too,” Jasper said, amused.

    “Sorry,” the boy croaked, scrubbing a hand over his forehead, and then, “Thank you.”

    Jasper waved that away. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “I’ve not done as much for that wound as I’d’ve liked, boy. I’m no Healer.”

    The boy blinked at him, and then looked down at himself, and lifted the hem of the borrowed tunic out of the way to examine the wound. It probably hadn’t been large, at first; the center looked like a single stab from a short-bladed weapon, deep but not wide, and it might have even been partially healed by someone with more skill than him when it was new, but running was bad for gut wounds--for most wounds, really--and the edges were raw and angry with infection; it had taken most of the bandages in Jasper’s pack to cover it, and the boy had to expose an uncomfortable number of sharply-visible ribs to see all of Jasper’s handiwork. The boy frowned down at the fresh bandages and then up at Jasper, looking uncomfortable. He would probably have been handsome if he’d ever eaten before, and although he didn’t look older than seventeen there was an old break in the bridge of his nose, on top of everything else; crooked like any break that had gone too long without healing or re-setting, but clearly not new and raw like the cuts in his face and stomach. Jasper hoped he hadn’t been too young when it had happened.

    The boy fingered the wool of the tunic awkwardly, and opened his mouth, his expression clearly suggesting a repeat of both “thank you” and “sorry,” but Jasper held up a hand to stop him.

    “I mean it, don’t thank me yet,” Jasper said, and took a deep breath; it was best to get this part over quick, like pulling off a bandage that didn’t require peeling. “I couldn’t find your friend, boy,” he said roughly, looking into the fire instead of the boy’s face, since he’d always been a coward.

    “My what?” the boy said, voice still scratchy but otherwise nothing but bewildered. Jasper looked back up at him, startled.

    “The little girl,” he said. Nothing but confusion on the boy’s face. “The little girl who was with you in the woods. I heard her voice, before I saw you, but I searched that little grove for damn near an hour, and I didn’t find any sign of her. I didn’t find much blood that wasn’t yours, either, though, for whatever that’s worth.” He stared at the boy, who only looked more lost. “You have no idea what I’m talking about,” he said slowly.

    The boy shook his head helplessly. “Sorry.”

    Jasper shook his head, reaching into his pocket for his pipe. “That’s--damn queer,” he muttered, filling the end with tobacco from the pouch in a different pocket of his cloak. He’d thought it was strange not to find--any evidence of a whole human being being eaten by wolves, if that was what had happened; and he didn’t see how anyone could have run away fast enough to leave no sign they’d even been there, but-- “I was sure I heard a little girl’s voice,” he said around the end of his pipe.

    “What did she say?” the boy rasped, curiously. 

    “Govnoyed,” Jasper said, and snorted at the boy’s startled blink. “I know. Foul-mouthed little thing.”

    “You speak Crythian?” the boy said, and then winced, like he wished he could take it back.

    “Not as well as you do, I imagine,” Jasper said, amused. “There wasn’t much point in pretending to be a native,” he pointed out. “You’re probably the only blonde in a hundred mile radius.” The boy’s hair looked like it was cut unevenly even without a night of hard sleep in a strange tent, and Jasper couldn’t guess when it was last washed, but underneath the grime and a certain amount of blood it was the color of pale gold.

    The boy looked away, flushing unevenly underneath the spots of red his fever had already put on his pale cheeks. “I--wasn’t,” he said softly. “I only--” He cleared his throat, scrubbing a hand over his mouth as though it hurt to talk. “Sorry.”

    “For what?” Jasper said, laughing, and then he leaned forward toward where his pack was sitting, on the boy’s opposite side. “I hardly think--” 

    When Jasper’s hand came within a few inches of the boy’s knee on its way past, the boy went immediately white to the lips and hunched in on himself, squeezing his eyes shut. 

    Jasper stopped, raising his eyebrows.

    The boy’s eyes opened immediately and he looked at Jasper, color rushing back into his cheeks too fast, apparently mortified.

    “Sorry,” he muttered, visibly forcing himself to relax and looking down at his hands, tight on the torn fabric of his trouser legs. “Sorry.”

    “I was reaching for my pack,” Jasper said slowly, and the boy nodded eagerly, still very much not looking at Jasper. Jasper shook his head, feeling a confused smile start on his face; if he didn’t find this funny it was going to be tragic, and Jasper always preferred funny. “I thought maybe I’d offer you some food.”

    The boy stared at Jasper, shaking his head. “I can’t take your food,” he croaked desperately. “I’ve already--” He looked down at the borrowed tunic, and to Jasper’s mild horror, began to tug it off over his head. “I can’t take your things, I don’t want them--”

    “Woah, stop,” Jasper said quickly, raising his hands in surrender; the boy froze at the order, the tunic already halfway off. Jasper could see too much of his hip bones and ribs, it was making him feel slightly ill. “Cross-God,” he said, “put it back on. Please.”

    The boy did, rather reluctantly. “I don’t want to put you out,” he said faintly; he looked rather worse for wear for the sudden movement. Jasper felt rather out of breath himself, just watching.

    “Boy,” he said finally, “who are you?”

    The boy blinked at him, as though startled by the question. “Oh,” he said quietly. “I’m--Willem Price. Will, I suppose. If you like.”

    Jasper laughed a little, helplessly. “Well, lovely to meet you, Will Price, but I’m not sure that’s really what I was asking.” He shook his head at the boy, who was still looking at him with wide eyes; they were really an almost shocking color. “What the hell are you doing in the Waste-Lands, kid?”

    Will Price looked at him, and blinked his wide blue eyes slowly, and then, very carefully,  shrugged.

    Jasper stared at him.

    “Uh-huh,” he said slowly. “And--where were you planning to go from here?”

    The boy looked away, reaching up to scratch at the scar on his face with one finger, and shrugged again.

    “Uh-huh,” Jasper said, frowning. The boy kept his eyes firmly off to the left, across the Wastes, tugging slightly at his scar and not looking at Jasper. “Fine. Here.” He took advantage of the boy’s studiously averted eyes to reach past him and grab his pack--the boy kept his flinch to a minimum, though Jasper could see his muscles tense--and tossed a small packet of traveller’s bread in the boy’s direction; the boy just barely caught it before it landed in the dust, presumably because he was still feverish. “Eat that, and then get some more sleep, if you can. I’d as soon not carry you to Atychia Town if I don’t have to.”

    The boy turned sharply to look at him, alarmed. “I don’t want--”

“Shut up,” Jasper said firmly. “I am taking you into Atychia, because you are a child, and I am not a monster.” The boy opened his mouth to protest, but Jasper pushed on before he had the chance. “The choice that you have is whether you walk, or I carry you.” Honestly, the chances that the boy would be able to walk before his wound or fever would need attention Jasper couldn’t give it were practically nonexistent, but Jasper raised his eyebrows and said in mock offense, “Are you going to make me carry you?”