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meruz · 1 year ago

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another ask post

i mean i also read it because a friend whos rly into queer SFF fiction circles recced it but she did kinda lead with "the writer used to write hs fanfic...tasmyn..taz...?" to which i replied

of COURSE I read the locked tomb because i heard taz had written a book. of course. ill consume most any media made by a beloved homestuck bnf. thats also why i played undertale. and read like..snotgirl. and idk... watched the new dub of neon genesis evangelion.

if u made homestuck fanwork 10 years ago and havent even made it since chances are I still remember and I love you for it.

sdlkfhsg its funny you sensed that because that drawing did in fact start kinda more........ well, I'd be lying if I said my hands never wrought a drawing toeing over the pg-13 line LOL...

NOT to say i have a secret stash of porn or anything. in general im more interested in the implication of sexuality or mature themes over any explicit depiction. like everything i draw is so softcore itd almost feel silly to make a nsfw acc for anything.

but im not rly jumping to post anything on main either bc i get the sense i have a lot of kids in my social media following. it varies from site to site and fandom to fandom but the themes in my work often circle around childhood, coming of age etc and in general i like stories about kids so the fandoms i draw for have a lot of kids in them. even stuff like IT (stephen king) which is about kids but isn't necessarily for kids.. there were a lot of kids in that fandom lol.

actually thats why ive been censoring swears in comics lately because the tmnt fandom comes across to me as a little young...IDK I've had MULTIPLE people ask me what "sodomize" means because of the joke in this post and I'm like... I Cannot be the one to explain this to you. you have to look it up on your own klfsdhsdg like i wouldn't be doing this if i were doing a comic for mgs or even homestuck wherein the characters textually swear constantly LOL but sometimes u gotta change tacks depending on the faces u see in the crowd yknow.

i HAVE been thinking abt drawing nsfw of sunspot/richard rider/kobak from x-men red just because that comic seemed to be really asking for it. who knows.. if the need rly arises maybe my separate account policy will change.

its rly more a matter of the fact that i havent read/watched much of any other iterations... im sure id like most lol. I like most things related to my interests regardless of quality. i rly like the marvel ultimate alliance games for instance. sometimes seeing my fave guy is enough he doesnt have to be well written LOL. i dont exactly have a wealth of free time tho thats the real impediment.

i did watch the 2007 movie on new years eve and found it quite charming overall. and i have read about 30-40 issues between the mirage and idw comics. still feels like im barely scratching the surface but i liked em. i rly want to read all the sophie campbell stuff bc i think her work is interesting. jason aaron will be a mixed bag i think lmao. i say as the worlds biggest Wolverine and the X-Men (2011) fan.

hmm this is kinda hard bc i feel like i naturally draw very loose and the hard part for me is tightening it up. maybe some suggestions tho...

1) hand excercises. i think its easy to forget this when many artists sit in front of the computer all day but drawing is a physical activity u do with ur actual...bodys...muscles lol. if u feel urself tightening up it might help to strech (any google search for "artist hand excercises" should yield good results) or do a page of loose practice strokes like..big circles. long lines. scribbles. that kinda thing. whatever feels good for ur hand. this is also just good to do as a general warm up before u sit down for any drawing sesh.

2) draw further away from the canvas. as a general rule...when ur painting traditionally you do the big strokes with your whole arm outstreched and a long handled brush. and when you do the details its smaller wrist movements and a shorter handled brush. so it might help to take a step back or push back from ur chair a little.. or hold ur tablet a little further away. and hold your pen further away from the nib.

3) change mediums / brush types. some brushes and mediums are more suited to loose sketching and some more inclined towards detail work. so changing ur tool could help. also! i personally have this problem where sometimes if im using a brush i feel really familiar with the pressure to make a "good" "finished" "perfect" drawing is greater... if i want to force myself to loosen up ill switch to a tool i dont use as often so it feels like the pressure is off. a lot of times for me this is switching from digital to traditional. but sometimes its switching from a small pen to a big marker. or a smooth pen to a textured one. or a nice brush to a shitty dried up marker.

but also every body is different so i dont think these tips will work for everyone. u should listen to what ur body and mind tell u and how drawing feels to you

bro just sign up and set it up i dont think theres much to it... i dont rly think too much abt my itch.io store because its digital goods so u just upload the file and let it do its thing. no distribution work needed on ur part. youll notice i barely even advertise my itch unless i have smth new on there lol.. its easy. but good luck!!!

idk if im the best person to ask this im more a comic fan than i am a comic professional... a comic hobbist.

well. scott mcclouds understanding comics and making comics are good books on the craft. i think i had to buy them for a class in art school once.

other than that idk just keep at it. comics are really laborious i think for a lot of people the hardest part is sitting down and doing it.

i think a lot of people have a very instinctive understanding of how to read comics and what they look like so whatever you think seems like good way to tell the story you have in mind, its probably right. if u get stuck, study comics that have done something similar. most people in comics are relatively self taught and actually it can be problematic bc you can tell when a lot of comic artists are all copying the same like 5 old white guys LMAO. but on the flip side if you make sure to reference and study broadly your comics will almost assuredly feel unique.

sorry im responding to this anyways. this is just a really nice ask. i like when people reference my older work bc i feel like sometimes theyre subtly implying it wasnt very good LMAOOO. but its true! at least compared to the work i make now ^^ and the fact that im still making art is whats keeping me from being embarassed abt how much of my old art just floats around online lmao im never ashamed to be growing and learning. isnt that a nice thought <3

#ask #too much art talk in this one

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darkling-books · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 - The Clergy Came Knocking

Chapter 3: The Clergy Came Knocking

Summary:

Papa Emeritus 2 receives a letter from Cardinal Ricci, informing him about an orphan with the "eye of the emeritus line." Secondo, accompanied by his ghoul Omega, travels to Italy to meet the boy, named Copia.

NOTES: apologise for the wait for this chapter - currently dying of the flu and been spending my time catching up on fanfic while ive been poorly. please enjoy. as always please feel free to message me with any thing you think i should add.

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Papa Emeritus 2 had just taken over the reign as Papa from his brother Primo. They had been busy discussing the changes in the church that Secondo wanted to make during his reign, and how he wanted to push the ghost project further than before. Secondo and Sister Imperator did not agree on much, but they did agree that the Ghost Project was an amazing way to bring the masses to the church, a way to make new followers for the dark lord by spreading his message through music. This particular morning, he had meetings planned all day, it was not going to be an easy day. A letter arrived on his desk with the daily mail, with a post stamp from a small sect of the church in Italy. Secondo looked at the envelope with disregard, wondering what they could want, ever since he took over the church as Papa, everybody wanted a piece of him, he expected it would be as such, but he felt he might be spreading himself a little thin on the ground with his time. He was falling behind on paperwork and the last thing he needed was more worry to add to his every growing mountain of paperwork. He opened the letter with contempt.

Dear Papa Emeritus, 2,

I am writing from a small church in Italy, something important has come to my attention that should not be ignored, it is of high importance that we speak immediately and that the subject is overseen with great care. Congratulations on your new reign as Papa. I look forward to speaking with you.

Cardinal Ricci

Secondo rolled his eyes, what could be so important that they want to pull him away from his work? The letter came with a phone number to the church. He pulled his phone closer and dialled the number... The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, until a voice appeared on the phone.

“Hello, Cardinal Ricci of the satanic church. How can I help?”

“Cardinal, it is Papa. I have just received your letter. Please could you explain” he said in a short tone.

“Ah, Papa. Thank you for calling. Something, or should I say someone has been brought to our attention. We have an orphan in our care that would be of interest to you Papa.”

“And why would an orphan be of interest to me Cardinal? Do you not think that as Papa, I do not have more important matters to attend too” he said becoming frustrated.

Cardinal Ricci struggled out a response “Well Papa, he possesses the eye... The eye of the emeritus line”

Secondo sat in silence for a moment, wondering what the possibility could be that the Cardinal was wrong. That there was not another emeritus out there, that he did not have another brother about whom he did not know. Nothing would surprise him with his father, he was never one to keep it in his pants and he had never so much as cared about his current offspring, they were left to raise themselves as children.

“Are you sure Cardinal?” Secondo said in a hushed voice.

“Yes Papa, we are almost certain the dark lord has blessed him. He is a very smart boy and already beginning to ask questions. He has been with us since birth and has no known family.”

“Hmm... This needs to be kept between us as you can imagine it is a very delicate subject, I will catch the next plane I can. The boy must not know...”

Secondo hung up and sat back in his chair, his mind racing. Springing to his feet and walked at some pace towards Primos green house. If there was anyone, he could trust with this it is his older brother. He was not taking any notice of anyone as he walked past, bumping into siblings without even apologising and grunting back at them when they greeted him.

“Primo, we need to talk... In private” he said practically launching himself through the greenhouse door.

“Leave us …” Primo said to his lingering Ghouls, they nodded and exited the door. Closing it behind them…

“What is it, Secondo? You have not got a sister pregnant have you!!” primo barked at him with a scowl on his face.

Secondo paced the green house, wondering how to explain this to his brother. “It's nothing to do with me, brother” he waved off.

“I received a letter this morning from a small church in Italy, they have a small orphanage. The cardinal there, well. They have a boy in their care...”

“Spit it out Secondo” primo shouted. It was unlike Secondo to act this way. He was normally a man that did not struggle with anything, especially words.

“He possesses the eye, primo.”

They both looked at each other in shock.

“You are saying the boy has the emeritus eye? How is that even possible? it could only be possible if….” Primo stopped mid-sentence and glared at Secondo

“He’s in an orphanage, has no known family... He was handed in to the orphanage as a baby. Is possible that Nihil has a son about whom he does not know?” Secondo added.

“It would not surprise me Secondo, you know what Nihil has been like over the years... We should approach this care; we keep it from the old man and Imperator. At least until we have seen him for ourselves. If he is an emeritus, he belongs with us.”

“I agree primo. I will be on the next plane to Italy. Can you cover my midnight mass. People will suspect something is wrong if there is a disruption with service and this needs to be kept between us for now.”

“Of course… Leave it with me. Nobody will hear a word from me” Primo replied.

Secondo left Primo to get back to his work and walked back to his office, finding omega waiting for him at the door. The ghoul confused as to how he missed Secondo leaving his office in the first place.

“Omega, I need you to accompany me on a quick trip... we leave tonight” Secondo looked at omega who just nodded in agreement with Papa.

“Keep it between us, no one is to know…” Secondo urged.

“Papa, I’ll have the car ready and waiting.”

Omega was a loyal ghoul, one that would always do what his Papa asked of him, and this time was no different.

Omega packed an overnight bag, making sure he was not seen by anyone, even his pack and headed straight to Papa’s quarters where Secondo was pacing the floor waiting for him.

“Are you ready to leave Papa?”

“Yes, yes, I have been waiting for you. Let us go” Secondo said in a rushed tone.

Omega did not question it, he knew that whatever was the urgency to get where they were going, it must be significant. He pulled the car around and Secondo got in without a thought.

Pulling away from the Abbey, Omega checked his mirror, watching Secondo from the front of the car... He seemed worried, which wasn’t something that normally crossed Secondos face. He was a stoic man. A man that did not show his emotions often. It had not been long since Omega bonded with Secondo, but he already knew this was not how Secondo was. He caught a glimpse of his thoughts through their bond that they shared and it worried omega. Worried him that something was coming for them which he was not prepared. How was he supposed to keep his Papa safe when it was only the two of them, but whatever was coming Omega was going to make sure that his Papa was kept from harm.

They arrived at the airport and boarded the small plane that Secondo had arranged, it was not their normal plane, the one they used for touring that might as well have been a mansion with wings. This was a small plane, just enough room for 4 people. The plane journey was quiet, and Secondo spent most of it in his own head trying to unpick what was coming towards him at full speed. It had been less then 24 hours since he found out about the boy, and they were already in Italy. He did not want to waste time if what the clergy was thinking was true. He wanted the boy to be where he was safe with his family, his brothers. Where he could be kept safe from anyone that might want to use him to send a warning or a message to the emeritus family. He needed to be kept safe.

“Are you okay Papa? You do not seem yourself” Omega chimed in.

“Yes Omega, I am fine... my mind is just busy. Let us just get this over with. Stay close. We do not know what is waiting for us if anything” Secondo added.

They arrived at the orphanage in the middle of the night, it was dark. Quiet. Not a soul was around, other than the Cardinal who had received word that Papa would be arriving.

“Papa, Welcome. We have set up a room for you and your ghoul. You should rest. We can talk when you have recovered from your travels” Cardinal Ricci greeted them.

Secondo feeling weary agreed.

“Sister, please show Papa and his ghoul to where they will be staying.” The small sister appeared from the darkness behind the cardinal and grabbed one of the candle sticks lighting the dim room.

“Please Papa, follow me” she said as she headed off into the building guiding them down winding corridors with only the light of the candle that gave a small orange glow to the rooms they entered and passed. The building seemed old, run down and in the dead of the night seemed cold and uninhabitable.

As they walked the sister spoke up “if I could be so bold to say Papa, if you are here for the boy. I can inform you that he is exceptional... I think it would be in your best interest to take care of him. I’ve been giving him extra books to study in my spare time, and he loves to learn and read. I have become fond of him. I think he has great potential to do well within the church”.

“You would be so bold to say sister, and as for how this unfolds... Well, that’s none of your business… but if the boy was to come into my care, I can assure you he would be taken care of” secondo was irritated with the sister's bold words, but he can tell that they were from a place of love.

They stopped outside a small room.

“Here we are Papa, I’m sure you will find everything to your liking” the small sister announced as she pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Secondo nodded his agreement and waved the sister away. Omega stayed close by, never letting Secondo leave his sight. The room was tiny, just enough room for them both to sleep. It had an adjoining bathroom at least. Secondo was not expecting them to roll out the red carpet for him, if anything he did not want anyone to know he was here. So, this, this was fine. He hoped to be back home in his quarters as soon as possible anyway. They both settled down to try and rest, Omega keeping one eye on the door and one eye on Papa.

As day light broke outside Secondo was still tossing and turning in his bed, wondering how this was going to play out. He knew that he did not want the boy to know, Afterall they were not certain. all they had to go on about his heritage is that they shared the same eyes, the eye that the devil had given his family to show that they are his faithful leaders on earth. It was highly unlikely that he could be from any other heritage but his own.

A small knock arrived on the door as the morning called out sending light shining into the room. It was the sister that brought them to the room in the middle of the night.

Omega opened the door.

“Good morning, Papa, I trust you both slept well. The cardinal has asked me to drop you off some breakfast & some coffee. He asks if you could meet him at his office one hour.”

Omega nodded and looked back towards Secondo who was just finishing getting himself ready for the day. He closed the door and brought the tray of small pastries and two small cups of Italian espresso. Secondo smirked; the first smile omega had seen on his face in a while.

“Nothing can beat Italian coffee Omega; this may be a quick pit stop but at least we have the joy of coffee” Secondo said to his ghoul friend.

After finishing breakfast, they set about looking for the cardinal’s office... Which was hidden away inside the church itself. Every sibling they walked past took a second glance at Secondo, they were clearly wondering why the head of the church, Papa Emeritus 2 was here… and why nobody knew about it. He did not smile, did not interact... he just grunted replies as people said his name as they passed. He was still a very new Papa, and everyone wanted to be in his good books, it was something that he did not care for. He did not care for grovelling and right now he had other more pressing matters to think about.

They knocked on the Cardinals door and it was quick to open.

“Please, come in…” the cardinal said ushering them both into his office. A plush chair waiting for Papa by the fire of the room.

“So, Cardinal... Please. Tell me about the boy.” Secondo insisted.

“Well, He is 13… As he approached his teen years we noticed a change in him, his eye. Its magnificently white. Just like yours.” He pointed at Secondo.

“He has been with us since he was a baby, nobody really knows how he appeared here and there is no records of him arriving here. There are also no records of his family history at all. It is all mystery really. The previous caretaker of the church has since passed on, so there is no one to clarify where he came from. But he is a very smart boy, he is extremely interested in the dark lord and already expressing interest in wanting to join the church when he becomes of age. Would you like to meet him?”

“Yes, I think that would be the best way forward…” Secondo glared at the cardinal becoming irritated at his lack of knowledge towards the boy’s history. It was simply like he was dropped off in the middle of the night. However, he got here, it was for certain that they didn’t want to be known and they had covered their tracks well.

“The children currently have free time, but I know where the boy will be. He is most likely studying in the library.” the cardinal replied waving them all out of the room.

They walked slowly through the building and Secondo could not believe the state that church and orphanage where in, it looked like there had been no work on the building in centuries. He made a mental note to make sure he had one of his close clergy members look over what work needed doing here as it clearly needed attention.

They arrived at the library and the cardinal lead the way inside.

The library was well lit, but dusty just like the rest of the building. Secondo quickly noticed a small boy with messy mouse brown hair sat in the corner of the room with his head in a book and a small rat on his shoulder.

The Cardinal walked over to the boy and got his attention “Copia…”

Copia looked up from his book. He looked at the Cardinal and then at Secondo his eyes shifting between the both of them.

“Copia, this is Papa Emeritus 2” Cardinal Ricci added.

Copia got to his feet, dusting himself off… the small mouse running into his pocket for safety and offered his hand to Secondo.

“Papa, Hi... Please to meet you, I am… Copia”.

Secondo and Omega stood looking at Copia, not taking his hand but just staring at him. His face as stoic as ever, you could never tell what Secondo was thinking but right now he was silently looking over every inch of Copias face for a hint that he was his brother. Secondo coughed and grunted out a “Hello” in Copias direction. He was taken back by what stood in front of him. A teenage boy, who looked just like them. Who nobody knew existed. It was true after all and how could he deny that they had the same eyes? he could not.

“I’ve seen enough cardinal, let’s go back to your office” Secondo ordered. Leaving Copia with a confused look on his face. Copia shrugged off the whole situation and sat back down with his rat friend and his book.

The Cardinal, Secondo and Omega left the library and headed back towards his office, arriving swiftly and without conversation. Omega had finally manged to click on about what this whole situation was about, the boy was just like Secondo.

“It’s clear to me that what you have told me is the truth, the boy does in fact share our gift but as his heritage is unknown… it hard to confirm if he is in fact of the emeritus bloodline but because of his gift he should be brought back to the main abbey where we can him safe.

The boy should be happy enough, we have the best teachers in the clergy at the abbey that can help him excel in his studies and should he want to stay on within the church, he will be welcome to stay.”

The cardinal nodded “I will have his things packed up and sent to the abbey within the week as I think you would agree that a matter of urgency is needed….”

“Me and my Ghoul must return tonight, as I have clergy matters to attend too. I am sure you will agree that this will bring apprehension within the church. I am going to need you to keep this between us, the boy must be kept safe and one way to do that is for nobody to know about him. I will make sure everything is ready for his arrival.” Secondo urged.

And with that short conversation, Copia’s future had been made for him. His new life awaited him, and he didn’t even know. Seconds trip back to the abbey was uneventful, him and omega travelled overnight to make sure that Secondo didn’t miss another days' worth of paperwork and meetings. As soon as he returned home, he updated Primo on the situation.

“So, the boy?” primo asked

“He has the eye Primo, it’s clear. I’ve asked the orphanage to move him here. Where we can keep an eye on him.”

“Should we say anything to Nihil?”

“Let's just get the boy settled first, we wouldn’t want the old man or imperator getting in the way of keeping him safe. We don’t know how either of them are going to react. He’s just a boy. We know how much of a hag imperator can be, if she finds out the old man has another son she doesn’t know about, well... She just might kill him off…” secondo laughed.

Fate had been woven, and secondo was feeling pleased with himself… The boy would be where he belonged, even if it meant that taking him away from the only life he had ever known.

Notes:

#the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa copia #papa emeritus 4 #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa secondo #papa i #papa emeritus 1 #papa emeritus 2 #papa primo

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miraculoussage · 5 years ago

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like siblings - copycat

Rating: G Pairings: Marinette & Adrien, Ladybug & Chat Noir (No romance) Length: ~ 2,260 words Type: Episode rewrite

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Marinette was in hyperfocus mode, working on a dress design and experimenting with different fabric and thread and stitch patterns. She had a pretty unique design in mind, encouraged by Adrien, and it would require her to try a lot of new things. She was completely time blind, and only realized how long she’d been working when her phone buzzed with urgent texts from Alya. Apparently, Chat Noir had just stolen the Mona Lisa from the Louvre in broad daylight, surrounded by stunned onlookers. There were so many things wrong with that, and Tikki agreed. Setting her project aside, she hurried outside and transformed, getting right down to business. Something was up, and either her best friend was in trouble, or an akuma was on the loose.

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Late to the statue unveiling, Chat Noir thought Ladybug would be there before him, but to his surprise she was nowhere to be seen. He even scanned the trees and the roofs of buildings to see if she was watching from a distance. Something must have come up, and since there was no akuma alarms, he was pretty sure it was something in her civilian life. He wouldn’t ask her what made her miss the unveiling, but he worried about her. He hoped she wasn’t in trouble.

Theo, the artist who made the statue, looked pretty sad that Ladybug wasn’t there. He went on about how he admired her, complimenting her a lot, and rather creepily holding a newspaper clipping of Ladybug’s picture. It would be less creepy, he thought, if Theo also wanted his autograph, but the guy barely acknowledged that Chat Noir, a superhero, was talking to him and sitting right by him.

Ladybug still hadn’t shown up, and after the statues were unveiled and the crowd started to disperse, Chat Noir was starting to feel glad that she didn’t. The artist didn’t even acknowledge his complement on the statue, only talking about Ladybug. He wanted to ‘express his admiration’ and ‘get to know her’, and it was unnerving to hear someone really talk about Ladybug that way.

Sure, she would get shouts from fans while they were out and about, and lots of people complimented her appearance- Chat Noir too, to a lesser extent; even he thought his bugaboo was far greater than himself, though he did strive to be as good of a hero as she was. But the way this Theo guy almost obsessed over Ladybug, sounding like he wanted to date her or something, it rubbed him the wrong way.

He didn’t want Theo to harass her, so he... didn’t tell a lie, but he insinuated that he and Ladybug were very close, then left the scene before Theo could ask questions. It was true, they were very close, but not romantically. That was for Theo to assume, and not Chat Noir to tell. It felt a little bad, but to protect the city, he had to protect Ladybug, and having someone always trying to get her attention and get close to her was dangerous for them both.

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Later, in the car, Adrien was stunned to silence to hear that he stole a painting from the Louvre. Either he was in two places at once, or someone was an impostor. He better get there quick.

..... The police trapped him. Not only that, but it was Roger that tricked him. He couldn’t just STAY here. He found a clue, and knew the impostor was Theo. Regretfully, he has to use his Cataclysm to escape; Ladybug would probably have something to say about him using it so soon, but he didn’t feel that there were any other options.

He had to admit, though, knocking a bunch of riot police over felt good. When he got to a safe place, he called Ladybug, hoping she believed in him. She picked up, running up stairs, and he frowned. “You know I didn’t do this, right?” Please, please, have faith in him. Ladybug seemed worried, and she was taking this very seriously, but before they could talk more, there were helicopters chasing him down. Off to Theo’s place he goes, then.

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Ladybug was thrown. It wasn’t often that she had to fight or figure out a mystery without her partner by her side, and more than that, she was worried about him! What kind of trouble would he get himself into? He was already deep enough!

He was calling her again, and she picked up right away. A brief and vague conversation left her even more confused, and worse, Chat Noir was trying to fight this akuma alone! She didn’t have any siblings, but she imagined this was what it felt like to have a younger brother that got into trouble, tried to fix it himself, and made it even worse. She could feel it in her gut that Chat Noir was not going to be able to do this himself- She wouldn’t be able to either!

She checked his location and leaped off towards him, surprised to get another call saying that he caught the akuma. She didn’t believe a word that cat said, but played along. When she got into the building, the two Chat Noir’s fighting an even match, but they both stopped when they saw her.

“Wow, I have to say, I’m impressed with how good the copy is. Physically, at least...” She sounded uncertain, and both Chat Noir’s could tell. They both started yelling about which one the real impostor was, and she put her face in her hand. “Both of you hush.” They complied, the argument fading out.

“Now, I can’t tell by looking, but I need to fight one of you, and only one if you is the Chat Noir I love. Whoever it is is going to have to prove it, somehow.” She kept her face blank aside from intense focus. Time to see which one was the fake.

“Ladybug, of course I’m the one you love!” cried the one on the right, desperately.

“LB, you have to know that I’m the real one,” said the one on the left, frowning, “We share a special bond, can’t you tell I’m the one?”

“Bugaboo, don’t listen to him, he’s the liar! We can take him down and be together again!”

Ladybug held up her hands to get them both to quiet down again, coming up with something to say quickly. “Whichever one of you is real... Remember the promise we made to each other? Our secret promise, about, you know...”

The one on the left looked confused, and the one on the right looked surprised.

“Yes, of course I do!” It was the one on the right that spoke first. “How could I ever forget?”

Ladybug walked over to the one that spoke, soft smile on her face, and she put her arm around the back of his neck. “I knew you wouldn’t forget,” she said, putting her free hand in his, “Our promise was so secret...” she leaned in, “that even we don’t know about it.” She pulled the ring from his hand and forcefully spun him around, hand gripping his shoulder. “Chat Noir!” she called, and threw the ring to the other one, the real one.

But he didn’t Cataclysm it, or even try to break it. Trying to hold onto the fake, who was struggling under the knee she had shoved into his back to knock him down, she only caught a glimpse of Chat Noir’s ring and saw two toes missing.

“Ladybug, this isn’t the object! It’s in-” and suddenly Ladybug was thrown, the fake Chat’s staff jabbing painfully into her stomach and knocking her off of him. He got up with Chat Noir’s speed, and snarled at them.

“You tricked me!” he hissed angrily, looking between both of them who were now in defensive positions.

“Yeah, duh, we’re partners, we know each other more than any obsessive fanboy ever could,” Chat Noir teased with a taunting grin showing his slight fang-like canines. His distraction gave Ladybug a chance to call her Lucky Charm, and then the fake was attacking again. Tape. She had gotten red and black spotted tape.

Struggling as the fake tried to pin him, Chat Noir tried to kick him off, but paused when he saw Ladybug approaching from behind with a strip of tape. She just managed to get the tape stuck to the fake’s arm before he was turning on her and shoving her away from him. Taking the opening, Chat Noir sent Copycat flying with his own momentum, away from both himself and Ladybug.

His ring beeped again- the last beep before he would detransform. “Ladybug!” he shouted, knowing she heard the beep from the look on her face as she ran back towards Fake Noir. Fierce as ever, and evidently just as clever, she drove Copycat back, towards one of the metal support beams. Without warning, Ladybug used the tape like her yo-yo, grabbing the loose end and tossing the roll towards Chat Noir. Fortunately, he had figured out her idea as soon as he saw where she was moving the fight towards.

He leaped forwards to catch the tape roll before it could hit the dusty floor or get twisted, and continued to run towards the pair just as they reached the beam. Fake’s back hit the beam and he shouted, trying to leap to the side, but he was already being snagged on the tape.

Ladybug and Chat Noir ran circles and circles around the pole, using the whole roll of tape to wrap Copycat securely to the metal beam. He struggled and struggled, but couldn’t get out or even move his arms, and even lifting his feet off the floor just left him suspended. From out of the range of the flailing legs, Chat Noir retrieved the newspaper clipping and handed it to Ladybug.

“OHhhh... That’s... Flattering,” she said uncertainly, tearing it in two, quickly purifying the akuma, and using the empty tape roll to call the fix-it buggies.

Theo was confused as he was suddenly released from the tape, staggering forwards. “What- what happened? Oh! Ladybug! My newspaper clipping, can you sign it?” He held it out to her with a marker from his pocket, completely unaware of what had just occurred. Ladybug, never one to turn away a fan, signed it quickly and gave it and the marker back.

“Thanks for and sorry about the statue, but we’ve gotta jet!” she said, pulling Chat Noir against her and sending them both through one of the open windows of the studio. His ring beeped insistently, and Ladybug closed her eyes, landing them on the roof she’d aimed for, thankfully out of sight of any civilians. “We cut it close,” she said with a smile. “Need help getting down, or can your kwami recharge?”

“I have food for Plagg, but thanks for the offer!” he said as he ducked behind a roof-top AC unit. “I’m hidden now, you can open your eyes, I don’t want you falling off the roof when you try to leave,” he laughed, and she laughed with him. “See you later, bugaboo!”

“Later, Chaton,” she said, her voice full of relief and cheer, and she left without looking back.

“Plagg, do you think Ladybug’s family would adopt me?” The kwami had just stuffed his face with cheese, and froze at Adrien’s question. Swallowing the cheese after a moment, Plagg only said, “I think you would have to not have a parent for someone else to adopt you. Human laws are weird.”

“There’s certainly some strange ones. Did you know that in some place in the United States, it’s illegal to have an ice-cream cone in your back pocket?”

“Yeah, I did! The law is because of horses,” he said, nodding as if this made complete sense with no more explanation. Adrien just laughed, and transformed to go home.

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The next day at school, Adrien was turned around in his seat talking to Marinette and Alya as they all waited for Nino to come in. “Some guys are just super creepy,” he was saying, frowning. “I may not know what it’s like to be in love or flirt with anyone, outside of the polite half-flirting my father makes me do at events with girls my age... But I know enough to know when someone is being sleazy.

“THANK YOU,” Alix yelled from her desk, “at least ONE boy understands,” she said, looking pointedly at Kim. At his startled and confused look, she explained, “you don’t ask a girl out by complimenting her butt! And you wonder why she pepper sprayed you.”

Adrien just motioned to Kim as if to prove his point to Marinette and Alya. “When I see someone talking or acting like that, I get, like... Protective, you know? Especially if it’s about someone I care about. Not that girls need protecting, but why should they have to face that kind of behaviour anyways?”

“You’re cute, Adrien,” Marinette said, lightly pinching his cheek and putting on a fawning-relative voice. “Little Adrien, look at you, so mature and grown up, knowing about social issues!” The three of them laughed, and Marinette patted Adrien on the head from where she was above him. “Keep being a good person, Adrien,” she said with a fond sigh. He was clearly already growing up to be a better person than his father could ever be, and Marinette wanted to help him stay on that path, as long as she could.

#like siblings AU #me: hmm ive never posted fanfic before #also me: writes and posts a bunch in one day #miraculous ladybug #tfw the show's lucky charm is really complicated and all you come up with is Tape #idk if it's clear but she put the tape on fake chat to be able to easily tell them apart just in case they got mixed up again #also adrien drinks his respect women juice #he was oh so confused when ladybug mentioned their 'secret promise'.#he was trying to remember what the secret promise was. was it a secret code they came up with at some point??#and he was like 'oh the secret promise is fake PHEW now I dont have to tell ladybug that I forgot whatever the important secret promise was #btw im fully on board with ADHD marinette #hyperfocused AND time blind? how lucky!#too bad tikki was busy reading cookie recipes from marinettes family cook book #also theo was super creepy. celebrity crushes are weird when youre trying to meet and befriend a local celebrity for the purpose of dating #get a crush on a real person and not a superhero's public persona

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patchworkstateofmind · 4 years ago

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Returning a Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 1

Uhm, Ive never actually posted on tumblr before, and also never written about Marvel, so I hope if anyone even reads this, you will hopefully be nice ^^

So, anyways, this is a scene from an Idea I had, it takes place in the time between Spiderman Homecoming and Avengers Infinity War. If you like the idea or my writing style, make sure to let me know, so I can continue my Idea^^

I actually recommend to listen to some music while reading this, I suggest a dark academia, royal core playlist on youtube. (I think its suits this story the best, but you do you)

Okay I should stop blabbering, Lets go!

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Title of Chapter: Ballroom Talk

Word Count: 2,4k

Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch.2

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The music hangs heavy in the air, as you leaned against the wooden railing of the staircase. Dozens of couples twirled and turned over the marble floor and the golden chandeliers, lit with real candles set the ballroom in a magnificent golden light. Golden specks of dust whirled through the air and the movement of the puffy skirts only made them twirl even more.

You looked down your crystal glass, hmm, empty. Sighing you placed your glass on the platter of a waiter that walked by you. Your gaze crossed the room, looking at the majestic oil paintings, probably worth thousands of dollars. Decadent.

Your eyes met brown. Great, the eyes you were trying to forget. You adverted your gaze and turned around, the skirt of your dress swaying as you made your way down the side of the ballroom, trying to get away. “Excuse me.”, said a voice behind you. You sighed.

“look, I don’t have time for this right now.” You turned around and he stood in front of you. Towering at least 2 feet over you normally, he now was eye to eye with you. Heels do seem have a good point. “I know, I’m really sorry, but I was told to do this.”, he said, so he knew too, that it was just an annoyance, rather than a mission. Gosh, he sounded so much like a teenager, it was almost embarrassing.

“I know too. But I am not joining your little team of ´Revengers´”, you painted quotation marks in the air and even though the half mask on his face managed to hide his emotion quite well, you were sure you could see him snarl. You chuckled lightly. “Let me guess, your friends are right out there, ready to crash the party any moment”. You nodded your head towards one of the stained-glass windows. “Okay, kiddo.”, you began. Actually, you weren’t quite sure how old he was, he seemed at least your age, if not older, but you liked the way it railed him up.

“I know that normally, we would have a nice fight of words and then your teammates come crashing in, saving you, because you obviously aren’t strong enough to handle me on your own. You and your friends set everything on fire, I get away and yet again you think you’ve won because you’ve killed another ten old bastards, that don’t mean anything to us. But you need the accomplishment, and we don’t want you to feel like you always destroy everything without any results. And yet you do.”

He opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but you simply talk over him. “Let’s face it. You couldn’t find a point to start your search, so you thought you would show up here, thinking that we are dumb enough to not disguise a hidden meeting better than a ball. And you thought you could crash this meeting but then noticed, that it is a real ball. And now you want information, so they sent you in her, totally blending in with everybody here.” You reach for his neck and fix the collar of his button up.

“But now you noticed that there is no one important here, that actually has information. And I know that your teammates probably realised this, but I’m not quite sure if you are intelligent enough to do too, so I’m throwing you this bone.” You make an eccentric pause. “Peter, have you noticed that not even one important person is here.”, you pointed towards the dancefloor. “And you know why? Because there is a hidden meeting, but we all know that you and your little team aren’t even remotely clever enough to even think about this, so we sat up this ball. Of course, that’s not the only reason, its also to get rich old bastards on our side, feeding them with bacon wrapped dates and hors d´oeuvres and telling them that we are this”, you pinch your fingers together. “Close to curing cancer.”

“Are you serious?”, Peter brushes his hand trough his hair. “So this is all a setup to lead us into the false direction?”. “You look distressed”, you say and reach for the tablet of yet another waiter that walks by. “Here, try some of that, it will calm you down, but yes, this is just a setup”. You take the glass and press it into Peters’ hand. He doesn’t seem to pay attention to you though, his hand lays on his ear and the other, with the glass, he raised up to his mouth. “Did you hear that Mr Stark?”, he asked.

You try to swallow a giggle. “So, I was right”, you say and turn around, making your way down the corridor. “You really couldn’t think one step further and realise that we aren’t dumb enough to hide secret things better, tsk.”

It takes Peter a few seconds to notice you are leaving, but when he does, he is sprinting down the corridor after you. “Wait!”, he yells. “Come on Peter”, you answer annoyed, it comes out as a snarl. “Why are you so relentless? You had the mission to get information, I gave you information. Its not my fault that the information is that you suck”

“Hey! We don’t suck!”, he defends and jumps around, side to side, trying to move in front of you, but your massive skirt is blocking his way, making him dance around you. Though you must admit that even though this tight corset and the puffy skirt annoy you, you can’t seem to help but thank the 18th century fashion for making people stay away from you.

“Why don’t you just go back to your friends outside, because as you can see, there is nothing interesting here, just a bunch of old dudes, dancing with young and impressionable girls on the search for a rich sugar daddy”, You say. You are really done with this shit.

“I don’t think we have that what we want yet”, a voice came from in front of you. To be fair, you didn’t expect anybody else here, which made you stop in your tracks. You needed a Minute to calm your muscles again, trying to keep your masquerade on. “Oh, thank god”, Peter huffs out from behind you. Great, you are stuck.

You raise one side of your mouth to a smirk. “Captain America, didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you would be busy with squeezing yourself into those tight spandexes.”, you say. “Though I must say, tailcoats suit you much better, you should make them into your uniform, rather than that ridiculously patriotic Costume you always wear.” “I could say the same to you, oh, wait, you look like the wallpaper of my grandma exploded on you”, he says and grins. “Ouuh, burn”, You say mockingly. “You know you could just say you like me better without clothes”, You say and glance back over your shoulder. Only to find that Peter is blushing, you look back at Cap, he’s blushing too. Double kill.

“Well, if you would excuse me Gentleman, I’ve got a dinner date to keep”, You try to manoeuvre your skirt around Cap, but he positions himself right in front of you. “I don’t think so.”, he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s not very nice, to keep a lady from following her plans”, You say and try once again, but he takes a step sideways, blocking your path yet again. “Let’s see it like this”, Cap begins. “You can either talk with me right now, or we will take this outside and you can see if you were right with the assumption that it takes more people than one to fight you.

You sigh. “Nice move, America. Taking advantage of the girl in heels, so it can’t run away.” You turn around and look at Peter. He has taken off his mask and you lock eyes with him. “Well then kiddo”, you say and open your hand. “Give me your glass, if you don’t use it, then don’t mind if I do” He hands you the wine glass and you throw your head back, downing it in one swift motion. You place the glass onto a side table and motion for Captain America to follow you. “You want to dance?”, you ask. He lifts an eyebrow. “So, you really wanna fight”, he asks. “Nah, not now. I mean it literally, if I have to spend more time here, then why don’t use it”

He turns around to look at Peter. “Go outside, I will meet you there, if I don’t come out in ten Minutes send them in” You can’t help but snicker at this and now its your turn to cross the arms over your chest. “Are you so afraid of me? The mighty Captain America- Oh wait, the mighty one was Thor, wasn’t it? Well anyways, I’m gonna spend the rest of my evening on the dance floor”

With those words you make your way back to the ball room. The music is still the same, eerily beautiful, like from an old historian drama. You reach the end of the hallway and look at the Captain. He reaches into the inside of his tailcoat and pulls out a velvet mask. “Glad to see you thought about bringing one yourself, I counted on the fact that I would have to lend you one of mine.” You tap onto your mask. A light beige, velvet half mask, adorned with blue pearls and light blue lace. It matched with your dress.

He holds out his elbow and you interlock your arm into his. You make your way to the dance floor, its not a formation dance, so you don’t stick out when you two join in in a free space. He places his hand on the side of your body and you reach out to place your hand in his. You begin the turn around the floor, not thinking about a choreography.

“Okay, Mr. America”, you say, now quieter, although the music and the chitter chatter all around you should make it hard for anybody else to hear your conversation. “You have this one dance, if you want to talk any longer, we will have to fight. And we both know that a fight will end in at least on person to be hurt. And I don’t know why, but I don’t think it will be me.”

He meets your stern gaze with just as much aversion. “I do think too that one dance is more than enough”. “By then, start your questions”. You turn outwards and twirl yourself back in under his arm. “Why are you doing this ball?”, he asks. “Like I said, its easier to have meetings that shall not be interrupted, if you have something where the people that could interrupt are occupied” “So, I guess that’s why you are here too, because they don’t want you to interrupt either?”, he asks and you can hear his intention right through. “I am really sorry, but I think we both know that you will not be able to question my loyalty”

He leaves your hand to place his on the other side of your waist and you place yours on his shoulders. With a swift motion he lifts you up as the music reaches its climax and with a turn puts you back down on your feet. “Next question”, you say. “You are running out of time”

“Why this masquerade?” You sigh. “I know, it’s very cliché isn’t it; I also don’t know why it has to be in this Victorian style, but I guess it should make the people here feel more at home, old people like old stuff, don’t they? But of course, I shouldn’t tell you about old stuff, I mean, you’re the 100-year-old” He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant”. “Ugh, I know, you see, this is a disguise for a meeting, but its also a coming together of really rich people, and really rich people tend to do really bad stuff. Its easier to gather blackmail bait when people feel safe because of a mask that isn’t hiding anything.” “So, it’s a trick to steal money from the rich?” “No, its to steal Power from the rich. If you want to really win this game of power, you got to have the rich and powerful on your side, not only the handymen. And based on the facts I do know; you don’t even seem to have the handymen on your side. The Avengers, always there for the people”, you sigh mockingly. “but doing nothing more, than leaving a trail of misery and destruction. Cut to the chase, what is really the reason you and your friends are here?”

“Where is the secret headquarters of Hydra?”, he asks, and you drop your smile. “Oh, straight to the point I guess”, You say and take a step away from him. He grabs your hands and pulls you back in, this time his hand lands on your back, holding you firmly in place. He leans down to your ear. For other people it must look like you are a couple, but the snarl in his voice is more than enough to find out the real affirmation between you two.

“Cut it, we know that you and your little crew have connections to hydra” You lean back, trying to bring space between you two and snarl back. “You should be careful who you make assumptions about, some people are not very happy to be affiliated with those people.” “Those people!?”, he gets louder. “Last time I remembered you blowing up a part of Siberia, destroying everything in a 100-mile radius. You are nothing better than Hydra.”

“I am not in affiliation with Hydra, but remember this for the next time we meet, America.”, you hiss and now you lean into him. “I will rip everything you love apart if you don’t keep your dirty hands of my business. And I think we both know that I won’t hesitate. But maybe I shouldn’t threaten you” You lean back and push against his chest, stepping away. “If you dare once again to interfere with my business, I will destroy everything any of you are fond of. Your little boy, Peter. This naïve and sweet boy. How about we start with him? Or maybe start with something that hurts. I come to know about a certain woman named… What was it? Peggy?”

With these words you turn around and storm of, you don’t hear footsteps behind you, and you are really sure that he won’t be following you.

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atths--twice · 5 years ago

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After the Credits

Hello there! Today is the 20th anniversary of Hollywood A.D. and I thought I would post my fic set directly after that episode. I’ve posted it before, but with a link to it and not HERE. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t know how to do much. I’m still learning, but I know a bit more now and thought I would reshare it here.

When I first started to write fanfic, I wanted to change the ending of My Struggle IV. I wanted to do it for ME, but others showed interest when I would make comments regarding what I was thinking, so I started writing it in earnest. It quickly moved to many stories and THAT particular story was posted months later, with many stories in between.

But this story... this is my baby. I actually posted it near the end of April in 2018 so it’s the anniversary of the story as well. I love this story. It’s fun, funny, lightly angsty, happy, cute, sweet, and sexy--VERY sexy. I’ve written over 100 stories and this one still remains the number one read story. I love that so much as I had an absolute blast working on it. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One The Limo Ride

Mulder and Scully spend the night after Hollywood A.D. putting Skinner’s credit card to good use. Fun times and hijinks ensue. Also, sex! Delicious wonderful sex!

They walk off the film set, hand in hand. Both still giggling over the absurdity of the film based so loosely on their lives. What a joke it has become.

Mulder opens the door that leads them into the main studio lot. He holds the door as Scully passes, letting go of her hand, placing it on her lower back. The lot is busy with people hurrying to different sets. For a second, Mulder loses sight of Scully as a large group of people descend upon them. Dear god, it is a wall of muscly men, very scantily dressed, coming straight at him. Mulder stops walking and waits for them to pass. He has to close his eyes as too much muscled men skin bumps him on all sides.

Scully turns when she notices Mulder is not at her side. She looks back trying to find him in the crowd of people. She sees him attempting to make himself physically smaller as the throng of half naked men squish past him. She feels a giggle bubbling up as she sees his eyes close, most likely holding his breath, wishing they would hurry. She starts walking back toward him.

He opens his eyes and comes face to face with more flesh. This time of the female variety. About thirty exotically dressed women are hurrying past him. They all smile as they pass and a few even touch his arms or even his chest. He cannot help the goofy smile that comes onto his face. As they pass, he turns and watches them go. They look back at him, giggling and waving. He looks his fill and then turns around, face to face with an eyebrow quirked and arms crossed Scully.

“Coooo!” he exclaims as he stops himself short from plowing into her. “Jesus, Scully! You scared me.”

“Hmm,” she says with a tilt of her head. “Yeah Mulder, I saw that you were a bit.. distracted. You see something that catch your eye?”

“Me? What are you talk? I was simply waiting for the onslaught of half naked men to pass by,” Mulder says, his face the picture of innocence.

“Uh huh,” she says, rolling her tongue against her cheeks. “But the uh.. “onslaught” of half naked women was no trouble?”

“Scully, I am certainly not blind to the beauty of a woman’s body. Especially when presented in such.. minimal packaging.” Mulder says as he slides his hands into his pants pockets, a sheepish look on his face.

She stares at him, eyebrow firmly in place.

He looks in her eyes. Then down to her lips as he licks his own. Then he leans forward and whispers in her ear, “However, it leaves not much to the imagination. It is so much more titillating wondering what could be under.. say.. a business suit..or even a little black dress... and then getting to use your hands, lips, and tongue to find out.”

He straightens up and takes a step forward. He hears her quick gasp of breath. He did not have to see her eyes to know they were dark with desire. He has been witness to it often enough recently to recognize it. He has seen it when he kissed her into a daze, when she has trailed her hand down his arm as they left the office- the silent invitation to come over. When he has made an innuendo and she can no longer simply ignore him. And his most favorite, when she looks up at him as he slides his cock into her. Every time her eyes are pools of desire from which he never wants to escape. He would gladly drown in them, if it means he could stay physically connected to her forever.

She is still standing there, arms crossed, but trying to control her racing heart and breathing. God, he sets her pulse racing so easily. Truth be told, he always could. But now.. now his whispers and closeness are not pushed away and called up later in her fantasies. Now his whispers fill her ears as he trails his fingers down her naked skin. As he squeezes her fingers when they leave work -telling her he will be over later. When he stands so close she can smell him, when he brushes against her and it is as if an electric current passes through them. Imagination no longer is needed because she knows how the crook of his neck smells and tastes. The way his body feels on every inch of hers. She shivers and turns around.

He has taken a few steps past her but has paused waiting for her to catch up. He is not looking at her, but he has his arm crooked out, knowing she will slip her arm through and join him. He waits and then feels her by his side. She surprises him and slides her hand down his arm and then laces her fingers with his, in his packet.

It makes him jump in surprise. This is different, they have never done this before. It feels so incredibly intimate. Considering the amount of time they have recently spent naked and sated, this small act should not make his heart pound in his ears. Her small hand in his though, touching his thigh, so close to his groin.. god, he feels his cock start to stir. If she moved her fingers just a little, she might find a surprise.

He pulls their hands out of his pocket and clears his throat, but keeps their fingers locked together. “So.. uh..” he says as he licks his suddenly very dry lips. “That uh.. credit card.. what did you uh.. have in mind?”

He glances down at her and sees laughter in her eyes. Jesus, she is so beautiful. She is so happy tonight; her eyes are shining enough to light up a city.

“Well,” she begins, her voice sounding like it did back in the studio lot; reminding him they were still young and alive. “What do you think about getting some food? That food at the cast party was a little too.. frou-frou for me. And, such small portions- such a waste of time. How about we grab a bite and maybe head to the beach?”

She suddenly grabs his hand with both of hers and squishes close to him as more people rush past them. He feels her body press against him, her breast against his arm. Any thoughts he may have had, go right out of his head. All he wants to do is fuck her senseless. Food? He could take it or leave it. The beach? He did not care if he ever saw it again.

If he is honest, all he really wants to do is go back to the hotel and spend the next twenty four hours with her-naked. They could order some room service, that was food, right? Christ, he has spent seven years not being naked with her and he wants to make up for lost time.

“Scully, you know, they have this amazing invention called room service. We could order in, maybe watch a movie.. whatever.” He says nonchalantly, as if his only thought is not getting her out of her dress, seeing which panty set she had on tonight, taking it off and making her come on his tongue.

They reach the street where the limos sit waiting. Scully feels so happy and carefree, she needs to do something. As much as she enjoys sex with Mulder, and oh god.. does she ever, she wants more than that tonight. She knows if they go to the hotel, they will end up in bed, no food, until they were both satisfied by each other’s bodies. God.. it makes her wet to think about it, and she almost relents. But, she wants to do something fun with Mulder that did not involve being naked. Spend some time in the California ocean air.

She takes her hand from his in case someone from the film is out here and is watching. Turning to him, she looks up at him and motions for him to lean down. She stands on tiptoes at the same time and whispers in his ear.

“Mulder, I want to get some food, take a walk on the beach. Do something fun with this credit card from Skinner. A non-work activity that we can remember and enjoy. But Mulder,” she puts her hands on his chest and trails them down to his waistband. “rest assured, you will definitely be coming inside me tonight. Hopefully, many times. And I am looking forward to coming on your tongue. You know how I enjoy that every time you do it. How wet you make me.”

Mulder is breathing like a man who has just finished a marathon. As she steps back, she gives him a sultry smile and waves to the limo driver. He grabs her waist and puts his mouth against her ear.

“Fucking hell, Scully..” he rasps hoarsely. “You don’t play fair. I don’t get to see how your body is responding, but mine is on full display. You’re going to pay for this later.”

Now it is her turn to breathe hard as she feels her core throb. She feels herself get even wetter. She knows how much the dirty talk turns him on, just as it does to her. God, they have been mind fucking each other for years, no wonder they both get off simply from the other speaking. She had actually come just from Mulder talking to her the first time they had sex. He had not touched her. Just told her what he wanted to do, how he would do it, and how amazing it would feel when he did. After she had had a mind blowing orgasm, he had made good on all he had promised. Slowly and with immense care.

He begins to straighten up and attempts to conceal his arousal, just as the limo reaches them, she whispers back to him, “You can’t see it, it’s true, but just know that I am positively drenched. It’s a good thing I decided to wear panties..”

The limo driver stands there and clears his throat. Scully turns toward him with a million dollar smile. Mulder feels his knees actually go weak and he turns his back to the both of them. He is painfully hard and knows it is going to be difficult to hide. He takes off his jacket, commenting on the heat. He keeps his jacket in front of his crotch as he hears Scully and the driver discussing places to eat.

“Mulder,” she calls in a voice as sweet as honey. As if she had not just told him she wanted him coming inside her later. That she wants to come on his tongue. God, she is a vixen. “What do you feel like eating?” Her eyes are dancing with mirth. She knows exactly what she was doing to him. He stares daggers at her.

She is trying so hard not to laugh. She knows exactly where his mind has gone with that question. She smiles so happily at him, he smiles back. “Whatever you want is fine with me, Scully,” he says. He really does not care. If she is happy, then so is he.

After some discussion with the driver, they decide on a Mexican place that boasts serving the best guacamole. Bonus, it is close to the beach.

Scully climbs in the car and slides across the seat. Mulder slides in after her. He keeps his jacket on his lap, still keeping himself covered. As they began to drive away, she kicks off her shoes and he reaches up and unties his tuxedo tie. This one is worse than the every day ties he has to wear. He pulls the tie out of his collar and puts it in his pocket. He undoes the first few buttons on his shirt, then rests his head on the back of the seat, turning toward Scully.

She has been watching him. He looks so handsome in his suit, but watching him loosen himself from the confines of it, is sexy as hell. She recalls all the late nights, on so many cases, when he would sit across from her with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. She sees him smirk. She knows he knows where her mind has gone.

Two weeks ago, they barely made it further than her entryway, before they were on the floor engaging in fast, frantic sex. They had been on a case, a tough one. They had agreed to no physical activities while working. God, but it was difficult. This was still so new, it was hard to keep their hands off each other.

He had walked her upstairs after catching all the flirty sexy eyes she was throwing his way. After they had walked in, she pushed him into the door and shoved her tongue in his mouth. Clothes had been ripped off, bodies caressed, completion achieved.

After, she held him close, still joined, on the hard floor, uncaring and unwilling to have him move. She stroked her nails up his back and in his hair. Mulder had been surprised by her eagerness, but incredibly pleased. He murmured so to her as he lay on top of her, trying to catch his breath. She had given a low chuckle and told him it had been how he was dressed. His sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging down. All these years how sexy she found him when he had sat there with her, dressed in the same way. How she had had to stop herself so many times from climbing in his lap and fucking him senseless. Now though, she had said with a thrust of her hips, feeling him stir inside her, now she could do something about it.

She breaks from her memory as she hears Mulder asking the driver a question, never taking his eyes off hers. “So, about twenty minutes?”

“Give or take,” the driver replies

“It’s been kind of a long night. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to close the partition so we can rest a little,” Mulder says, his eyes burning a fire into hers. He did not wait for an answer, just put the partition up.

“Mulder,” Scully starts to say, but is cut off by his mouth on hers.

He kisses her slowly, savoring the feel of her lips. He licks across her lips and pushes his tongue inside. He buries his hand in her hair as she shifts to climb onto his lap. She straddles him as their kiss deepens. He holds onto her hip and keeps one hand in her hair, anchoring her to him.

God, she loves kissing him. She has spent so long glancing at those full lips, wondering how they would feel on her mouth and her body. Now she has access to them any time. He is an amazing kisser, making her knees weak and body tingle.

He breaks away, catching his breath. Then he begins kissing her jaw, her neck, sucking her earlobe.

“Mulder,” she murmurs as she rocks her hips against him. “You need to move your coat.”

His head snaps back and he looks at her in surprise.

“What?” she asks looking innocent and sinful at the same time. “Did you think you could kiss me like that and I wouldn’t want more?”

“Thought about it, but didn’t expect it,” he says as he brings his hand to her inner thigh. His thumb stroking small circles, setting her skin on fire. His hand starts to creep up. Jesus Christ, he can feel her heat already. He pushes her dress up and his thumb brushes across her panties. God, she was not lying, they are drenched.

She gasps when he touches her and throws her head back. He rubs his thumb across again and she whimpers. His other hand reaches for the zipper of her dress.

“Mulder,” she says grabbing his hand from her zipper and bringing it to her breast instead. “We don’t have time for that. Fast, hard. I want you inside me. Move your coat. Get your pants open.”

She climbs off him and stands bent over enough to work her panties off. He watches her with lust in his eyes, but does not move. Goddamn, she is truly the sexiest woman he has ever seen.

She holds her panties in her hand and looks at him. She raises her eyebrows and looks down at his lap. He grabs his coat and tosses it without a care. He starts to struggle with his button and zipper, never taking his eyes off her. Standing there with her panties in her hand, knowing how wet she was, makes him incredibly hard.

He finally gets his pants open. He raises up enough to pull them down over his hips, taking his boxers with him. His cock springs out and he grabs a hold of it, stroking. She bites her lip as she watches him touch himself. It is so hot, watching him do that.

She had urged him to let her watch him one night. Watch how he liked to touch himself so she could learn what he enjoyed. Just before he had come, she had taken him in her mouth and swallowed every drop. Their love making that night had been hot and dirty. They said filthy things to each other and tried many different positions and places in her apartment. Scully had lost track of how many times she had come. It had felt like she had a nonstop orgasm. Never had anyone made her feel so wild and carnal as he did. He knew exactly how to touch her, to make her scream, make her wet, make her come. It was like he had a guidebook to her erogenous zones. Even from the very first time, he played her body like a well tuned instrument.

She steps toward him and straddles him again, her knees on the leather seat. She pulls her dress up to her waist, still holding her panties in one hand. Mulder looks down at her body as he continues to stroke his cock. He can see her pussy glistening with her juices and his cock throbs.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and lifts up higher and closer to him. He looks back up at her as he runs the head of his cock across her slit.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” she breathes out, staring down at him. “Jesus, Mulder. Oh my god...”

He pushes the head in as she starts to sink down. They both hiss at the contact. She is so wet, he slides to the hilt with one thrust. She sits flush against him as they try to control their breathing.

She wraps her arms around his neck and places her mouth on his ear. “We have about ten-fifteen minutes before this car stops and we need to be presentable. Think you can make me come in about seven minutes, Agent Mulder?” She raises off his hard cock, her pussy slick and tight around him.

“No, Agent Scully,” he says as he slams her back down. “I think I can make you come in five.”

With speed and agility she did not anticipate, she finds herself on her back on the floor with Mulder still deep inside her. He begins to pound into her, her legs wrapped around his hips. He bends down and sticks his tongue in her mouth. He knows that she likes that. She had told him, the feel of his tongue in her mouth while his cock was inside her, made her feel like she was being fucked at both ends. She called him, after he had left one night, and told him how she had taken out her vibrator and fucked herself with it while thinking of his cock and tongue. He had stroked himself to an orgasm as she told him how it had felt.

He strokes his tongue in and out as he did his cock. He feels her tighten her legs around him and her internal muscles grip him. He knows it will not be long for either of them.

Scully reaches under his shirt and scratches her nails down his back, landing on his ass and pulling him close. She can feel her orgasm coming on. Christ, it does not take much. With other lovers, she had needed more.. everything. But with Mulder.. Jesus.. she seems on the cusp all the time. Seven years was a long time to deny physical needs, true, but it was more than that. They were connected in so many ways, that sex just added to it. Made it better. God.. so much better.

“Three minutes, Mulder,” she says as she pulls her mouth from his. “I’m close... so close. Talk to me.. I need to hear your voice.”

“Mmm Scully, three minutes is more than enough time. I’m close too. God, you feel so good, Scully. Every time.. so good. Do you need..” he trails off as he brings his hand to her clit. He starts to rub and she stops him.

“I.. no.. just.. just..harder.. faster. Talk to me. Your voice makes me come. Your voice..”

He swells inside her as he starts pounding faster and harder. He moves his hands down and cradles her head. He leans close to her ear. “Scully.. god.. I am so close. Oh.. god.. do that again.. yeah.. do you feel how hard I am? How hard you make me? Oh Scully.. you just got so wet. I felt it.. come on Scully.. come for me. One minute Scully. Come Scully.. come..,” he nips just below her ear as his thrusts became faster and sloppier.

Scully scrapes her nails up his back and digs them in his shoulder blades. She cries out as his words bring her over the edge. She feels herself coming and him right behind. He keeps thrusting as he empties himself inside of her. He kisses her again as he feels her pulsing and releasing around him. She is humming against his lips, her body thrumming. God, he is so good at this. So good. A couple more thrusts and they are still.

Mulder raises his head and looks at her. Her eyes are closed and she has a happy smile on her face.

“Time’s up, Scully,” he says with a smile of his own.

She opens her eyes and chuckles. “Five minutes on the dot, Mulder. You’re good.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at her as he begins to pull back and then out of her. On his knees, he looks around and finds some linen napkins. He wipes himself off and then pulls his boxers and pants back up, but does not button them. He then turns and uses the napkin to gently wipe up Scully. He reaches up and takes her panties out of her hand and moves to her feet to slide them back up her legs. They are still damp, but better than nothing.

“Up,” he says as he got them to her hips. She lifts her hips and he slides them into place. He pulls her up and pulls her dress back down. She feels weightless and blissful. She reaches over and starts tucking Mulder’s shirt back into his pants.

“I can do that,” he says, as he moves her hands away. She turns and grabs her shoes as she sits down. She slides them on as she watches him tuck his shirt in and button his pants. He puts the napkin he used on them in his pocket, planning to throw it out when he found a trash can. He looks at her and they both grin. She smoothes her hair and starts to take out her headband.

“Leave it,” he says, reaching for her arm to stop her from removing it. “You look so adorable with it on.”

She smiles again and leaves it in place. He picks his jacket up and puts it back on, no longer needing to hide his erection.

She rolls the window down, telling him to do the same. “It’s stuffy.. and it smells like sex in here,” she says as he gives her a questioning look. He nods his head, smiling, obliging her as he sits next to her. She reaches over and locks their fingers together.

“Thank you,” she says in a low voice. “That’s one..”

“One?” he asks her, confused as he rubs his thumb across the inside of her palm.

“Of many,” she says nodding, watching his thumb.

He looks at her with a frown, not understanding her meaning. The limo is beginning to slow down and he turns toward the window. She tugs on his hand, silently asking him to look at her. “I told you earlier..” she leans close, kisses his cheek, and whispers in his ear. “You will hopefully be coming inside me many times tonight... so.. that’s one..”

She sits back, smiling sweetly, keeping her eyes on him, as the limo stops completely. He leans in and kisses her softly. “In that case, I promise it’s not the last of the night.”

The door opens and he pulls back from her, reaching for her hand to step out of the car.

#Hollywood A.D.#sexy times #limo sex #happy #new relationship #discovering things about one another #putting that bureau credit card to good use #not exactly what Skinner had in mind

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snowflake-of-destruction · 4 years ago

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numbers 3,6, and 9! please <3

Name a fanfic/story you are particularly proud of writing.

Hmm, I’m not sure, and I don’t mean that in a flat out self-deprecating way, because I do like a lot of what I write. But when I think about stand out work, or what I would most want to recommend to someone out of what I’ve done, it tends to be stuff that’s only just really beginning and the attitude of future focused, this is going to be cool, even if I like what’s already there. Even in the midst of writing I always have a “well, if I can get past this part then next time oh it will be good” even when I am at what was deemed “the good part” previously.

I think my favorite one-shot I’ve done is the Twilight Years one with older Axel and Roxas and their family.

What would you say your strongest genre to write for is?

Can I say dialogue as a genre?

Care to share a sneak peek of a WIP?

Hmm, let me find a WIP I never posted a sample of before that I remember

It was all Selphie's fault to start with, though if she was going to be ascribed the blame for the hurt feelings, she would have to be given credit for all that happened after, which Riku and Sora both agreed she did not deserve, even if Kairi was more magnanimous, so it became habit just to talk of the ice cream and the impact it had on their future. Still, the most accurate account begins with: one day when they were all young-- too young to even be allowed to swim in the water surrounding play island without an adult in the surf with them, if that gives perspective--Selphie, to everyone's surprise, scored the winning goal in the game of land-blitzball the group of them were playing in order to decide what game they would really spend the day playing, and chose, to absolutely nobody's surprise, house.

Everyone accepted their fate and divided into family units with minimal grumbling, phrasing which means that Wakka threw the blitzball into the sea and lost it forever when Jecht--the parent chaperone on play island that day who was five minutes away from falling asleep on the sand and typically didn't care what they did, unlike most parents who at least had restrictions about not hitting each other in the head with wooden swords or throwing sand, and was the favorite of the children for that attitude of freedom to make mistakes being a better teacher than rules--refused to go into the water after it.

Selphie, however, found a problem with Sora, Riku, and Kairi's family. Specifically, she didn't like that the family was Riku, Kairi, and Sora all together parenting a yellow coconut Kairi was trying to rock to sleep while Riku built him a bed out of sand and palm fronds and Sora cooked dinner for the household--a savoury stew of sticks, sand, and mushroom. She stood with pursed lips and hands on hips, and declared that their proud coconut son, Rekka, couldn't have all three of them for parents because that wasn't how things worked.

"Why not?" Sora asked with all the curiosity and innocence of a child.

Riku tried a more practical, solution based approach with, "Can we change the rules?"

Kairi was more direct and firm, her, "It does if I say so," leaving very little room to argue.

Selphie, however, stuck firm in her first assessment, voice gaining volume and rising in pitch to an affronted shriek that doubled down on, "It's just not how it works!" that was rooted in fear that they were trying to sabotage her game on purpose and embarrassment at being left as a single mother since Tidus and Wakka had happily coupled up and were introducing a piece of driftwood they had named Chappu to the newly dubbed Grandpa Mark IV Jecht who "just wanted a damn nap."

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lesbianstarlightglimmer · 5 years ago

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1) Ducktales 2) Drakepad 3) Della (even if i was only supposed to send one, at least you have options for what you want to answer ^^)

Ducktales

Favorite character: Drake!

Least Favorite character: M*rk B**ks

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): drakepad, fenro,dellumbra,dellene, three gay caballeros!

Character I find most attractive: seleeeeene!! and della

Character I would marry: frank’s alluded to morgana coming to dt17 and im staying hopeful so...magic wife

Character I would be best friends with: launchpad bc he’s everyone’s friend!!

a random thought: its a good show watch it @ my non dt followers!!

An unpopular opinion: change is good just because they changed your fav character from the old one doesn’t mean the new one and the old cant coexist and be loved by everyone w/o any fighting!

My Canon OTP: there’s no real canonical ships except maybe scroldie? which i do like even if i constantly battle between gay scrooge and lesbian goldie and then back to bi for both

My Non-canon OTP: drakepad hands down!

Most Badass Character: ms. beakley!!!

Most Epic Villain: lunaris was p formidable imo!

Pairing I am not a fan of: besides the obvious incest (this includes webby and the triplets yall!!)/pedophilia...c/rackbea/ks is the ship name i think for fenton and m*rk?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hmm not really thinking of anything atm except ig that it feels like there should be more about donald in the terms of him post moonvasion (but like obviously we arent that far so it might get expanded on so thats why i dont wanna concretely say he was “screwed up”)

Favourite Friendship: all the kids being friends makes me 🥺🥺🥺

Character I most identify with: drake and huey probably!!

Character I wish I could be: an interesting question that i don’t quite have an answer for yet!

Drakepad

When I started shipping them: well i kept seeing cute fanart of them before i even got into dt and after i saw the hype for dwd i explored more, found drakepad, but didnt REALLY ship it til i gave dwd a try and was like “ok wow the fans werent exaggerating the gay huh”

My thoughts: its such a good ship i want it desperately to become canon i’ve never wanted a ship to become canon so badly before this is THE OTP for me.

What makes me happy about them: they care about each other sm and are already a family and are always trying to make the other be a better version of themselves

What makes me sad about them: that nagging negative feeling that theyll only be implied or never shown beyond platonic

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: tbh i can’t think of anything bc all the fics ive read of them are super sweet!! especially @/mighty-ant @/bassiter’s fics @/taylorthegiant@/transdarkwingduck(and some others but idk their tumblr urls)

Things I look for in fanfic: mutual love and understanding (also lots of angst AND PINING GOD THE PIIINIIIING!!!!) its also really great if gosalyns in there too bc then fambily.......

My wishlist: canon kiss on screen WHERE YOU CAN SEE IT NO IMPLICATIONS ITS BLATANT LIKE RUPPHIRE WEDDING! ALSO THEY ADOPT GOSALYN AND SING LITTLE GIRL BLUE TOGETHER AND OOOGH!!!!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i lowkey like fenton with either!

My happily ever after for them: get married and adopt gosalyn and then grow old together :’)

Della

How I feel about this character: she’s badass and complete wife...

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: selene and penumbra!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: i really love how much she loves her kids she wants to be a good mom and i love it ;u;

My unpopular opinion about this character: she deserves her time to shine screw what my uncle says she ain’t annoying! we’ve had a bajillion years of donald and della only made a select few appearances in some old comics no one really knows about so!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: she faces her fear of not being a good mom and just growing and adjusting and facing what she went through for over a decade

Favorite friendship for this character: donald and i really want for us to see her and gyro itd be hilarious

My crossover ship: um...idk if crossover since she might appear but...morgana x della? i would think morg would be the same age or only a couple of years older in the reboot!

Thanks for the ask(s)!!

Send me a fandom, ship, or character!

#asks #answered #ducktales #ducktales 17 #dt #dt17 #darkwing duck #dwd #drakepad #drfennel

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nightshade-zoe · 5 years ago

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AWAE 3x06 Commentary

Matthew’s Radish ❤️❤️

Anne has a cold and she’s baking a cake. . .uh oh (for context in the books she tries to bake a cake for the minister’s wife at tea but she puts liniment flavoring instead of vanilla because of a cold).

Wow her hair is so glossy and the loose braids are 😘

Is Matthew going to have a heart attack ....oh no

Holy **** that radish is huge

She smashed the vanilla and yes they’re definitely going the book storyline.

No Anne please ask someone to smell the bottle 😣

I live for Bash sass.

Okay so I’m like a little bit whiplashed here. Last episode we saw Gilbert just suggesting winnie visit. How have they been communicating? Have they been on that many tea dates? It seems like they only saw each other four or five times after their first “date”. But I guess it’s been two months since then.

“But your mother wasn’t skittish” I’m dead.

No he hasn’t settled on Winnie. Does this mean Bash knows about Anne? She’s “easy to be with” okay I guess it makes sense Gilbert is stressed about constantly feeling things for Anne.

“Fond enough to marry her?” Bash literally slipped that in because Gilbert was talking about marriage last week.

“Winifred doesn’t have such expectations” dude you’re meeting her parents in the 1890s of course she does.

Gilbert you literally were considering marriage last week.

Josie doesn’t want to create a scandal yet her mother seems to be pushing her to it??

Anne crying over Mary my heart it can’t ❤️❤️❤️

Poor Anne is so flustered because she wants to not look like a mess in front of her crush. So relatable.

Gilbert, do you see any onions???

It’s interesting they showed this scene between Gilbert and Matthew when we barely have their interactions. Gilbert is denying it’s a special occasion when we’ve just seen him freaking out about his appearance.

The framing of Anne by the window is gorgeous. Also this episode seems designed the humiliate Anne every way possible.

Why is she sneaking out to go to Diana’s??

She’s going to confess to Diana isn’t she. This seems like really fast development for Anne who has recently been like I am the Bride of Adventure.

Yikes Minnie May overhearing this and finding Jerry’s gift.

I think it’s interesting and important (because even though I’m sure this episode will be painful) Anne’s crush is very much romanticized and infatuated. While I’m unsure about her realizing her feelings this early, the comparison to Mr. Darcy, the reference to novels seems in character even if the fact it’s Gilbert is sudden.

Can someone make a gif set of all the Cuthberts straightening up in front of a mirror.

Wow Anne really jumped to daisies. I definitely feel like they’re trying to do the whole dramatic teenager I LOVE THIS BOY AND WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH HIM angst rather than set up her real love for him yet.

THE FOAL IS SO CUTE ❤️

Dellie and Bash ❤️ also oh my goodness he was knitting yellow socks for her.

Noooo Gilbert don’t belittle yourself. You’re an orphan and are incredible. Anne’s an orphan and she is too.

“can’t cook”.

How has Anne recovered from her cold this fast also?

They’re definitely going up in the hot air balloon.

Subtle reminder Ka’kwet is still in hell and we need to get her out.

There’s a stiltswalker. I literally wrote that into my fanfic.

I’m so scared about this cake but at least it will look beautiful.

Wow Rachel not making me mad for once ❤️

What is this ear pulling Matthew?

Also omg the white grub reference I can’t get over the throwback.

The fortuneteller and the smoke haha. I feel like this Anne would have more sense than to believe in fortune telling though?? I agree the daisy was more helpful but this is clearly just meant to amplify Anne’s infatuation.

It’s interesting that they spent so much time on how the fortune teller is clearly a fraud.

Diana please pay attention to and comfort Anne.

Aghhh I clowned myself I was right Diana was leaving because of something related to Jerry’s family but also they made Anne look this devastated over Winnie.

Also ugh it’s such a trope to have her see Gilbert help Winnie when she stumbles.

But also the handkerchief book signaling Derry thing was so well done.

The Rachel/Stacy development has been interesting also wow the shooting.

It’s interesting we have Prissy who is super feminist and advanced, Billy who’s a sexist pig, and Jane who is still figuring things out.

Wait so Mrs. Barry and Winnie are the only two people I’ve seen with parasols. I’m guessing it’s a status symbol? Something only rich people carry?

I hope Minnie May has her own storyline. She does reappear in a later episode.

DIANA A QUEEN I LOVE I SCREAMED. THEY KISSED.

But I feel like we definitely will see some sort of rift/problem given how fast this has been accelerating.

Also the musical theme for them (which also played during the scene by Diana’s house where Jerry quotes Frankenstein) is so so beautiful

No, Anne don’t go back to the fortuneteller.

Why is Gilbert so condescending about Queens? Also he’s not admitting that the Sorbonne is a dream because of money. Instead it’s the impression he thinks he won’t get in.

I’m learning so much about Winifred’s dad and yet I still know nothing about her. I hate when characters are so one dimensional.

“Can we PLEASE just enjoy the day” paralleling Gilbert earlier saying he’s just going to try and enjoy the day

What is this ear pulling thing we have now seen Matthew, Jack, Thomas Lynde, and Nigel Rose do.

Why do Gilbert and Mr. Rose pronounce Sorbonne so differently?

Couple points on Winnie. She seems to represent the part of Gilbert that was never content with the small town life and now also the part of him that is tired of fighting with Anne. So she really has been boiled down to whether he will choose an easy life with connections but no fire or Anne who makes his life incredibly complicated but extremely lovely.

Also it was interesting that they again paralleled Winnie stumbling with Josie stumbling earlier this season. (Post episode addendum her Mr. Bones scene weirdly foreshadowed Josie’s situation)

I swear Gilbert just visibly hesitated to introduce them to Bash. Also they really are making them out to be the perfect family which rings the alarm bells that either they are not or all they’re meant to do is be a foil for Gilbert’s current life/affections.

Okay it seems really extreme to have Anne call Gilbert her true love. Like I get they are trying to emulate teenagers but Anne is not like this and we already did this with Ruby.

“I want to believe you that it was true that someone could look at me that way. I never even dared to hope before” this hurts so much because we have seen how much Gilbert adores Anne. But also it hurts because Anne has just been able to accept family love and shes been told her whole life no one will ever want her. I’m crying.

But also I think it’s very important that this is a very idealized crush and is definitely emulating teenage fancies and the real realization from Anne will be much different.

I love all the eye/I puns and how this fortune teller goes against herself and decides to comfort Anne because Anne is just endearing like that. I think we’re supposed to simultaneously feel Anne’s pain while also being amused at the melodrama

Oh no they’re really doing this with the cakes.

Your schoolmate Gilbert? Really??? At least say she’s a friend.

I know they’re trying to make Winnie seem really nice but it’s strange she asks how Anne spells her name. It’s like it’s meant to add more weight to the visual way in which we see Anne comparing herself to Winnie.

Bash is so amused by the Winifred Anne meeting. I guess it’s also important Gilbert has told Bash about Winnie but still keeps his feelings for Anne a secret (even though they aren’t)

This cake thing bothers me so much. There was no need to take a relatively funny book scene, humiliate Anne in front of a large group of people and add to the already massive embarrassment she feels by having Gilbert and Winifred both be there. This episode just really was out to get Anne

Hmm so I think it’s definitely telling that Gilbert’s automatic instinct was to run after Anne to comfort her and he definitely looks upset when she runs off but I also don’t think he was super helpful. He clearly doesn’t get why she’s upset and also Mary would’ve been more likely to run after Anne and console her. I miss Mary.

Anne no ❤️ she’s hiding under the exhibit she was looking at with such wonder earlier.

Really? They couldn’t even let Matthew win. This is an adorable adorable scene between them though.

Matthew, Marilla how do neither of you realize Anne is upset because Gilbert is walking around with a super high class, beautiful girl.

The music when they get into the balloon is the same as Anne visiting Ka’kwet the first time + Gilbert taking the flower + Derry walking home the first time = new adventures?

Marilla on point “we are literally going to hell in a hand basket” “before I die, fly”

Yes Anne embracing her uniqueness ❤️

This is the most beautiful and joyous scene this episode and the music is excellent (ive definitely heard it’s before but I don’t remember which episodes). Well it plays when Marilla and Rachel head off to the oculist and Marilla tells Anne not to get into trouble

It’s beautiful seeing how Matthew and Marilla have grown due to Anne. This balloon ride is like symbolic of their relationship.

Passing over the first part of the dance scene which is clearly just an inverted love triangle from the last episode . .though Gilbert does look over at Anne after the dance ends...he also looks uncomfortable in certain shots with Winnie

I guess also “Seems like you’ve done this before” “I can’t hear you” parallels the first tea scene a bit.

I’m frustrated Ruby is basically the exact same just with a different boy who I guess at least shows interest in her

Also Anne dancing with Charlie >.<

It’s really effective that the scene with Billy and Josie is outside in the dark compared to the bright barn but also that you can hear the dance music and it seems garish and grotesque. Also FUCK BILLY ANDREWS.

Props to Anne for noticing something is off :-/

They do a good job portraying how rumors are spread fast and also twisted because it goes to people saying they saw billy and Josie

Hit him Anne HIT HIM . . .okay I guess I’m satisfied with yelling. Also I would like to point out everyone else looks shocked and confused.

I guess I understand why the other girls don’t get it given their different experiences but SIGHS. Also Diana constantly freaking out about Jerry when no one knows what she’s talking about

No Gilbert this is important

Okay but Anne’s references. Whose CABBAGE IS BIGGER. You don’t need a CRYSTAL BALL. Clearly salty about the fortuneteller and Matthew’s loss.

Oof she’s clearly jealous but also angry for her friend and I get that Gilbert doesn’t like being yelled at but also for him to just shake his head as if this is a normal Anne tantrum

Peep Gilbert looking back at Anne twice

Moody the mediator. I like the effect of everyone’s voices blurring together and fading

YES ANNE ACTIVIST WRITING but also im so scared about the potential backlash. I really hope they treat this story carefully because I’m so worried about Josie and Anne now and so so mad at Billy

#awae spoilers #anne with an e spoilers #anne with an e #awae #anne shirley cuthbert

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rennegades · 5 years ago

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I’m in such a mood. I just want to change everything.

I’m choosing to blame my dad because he offered the advice of using my “temporarily laid off time” to find something I like doing better and just get a new job on the other side of this mess and now it’s like. Hmm, maybe I should change all the things? Make myself happy with me again.

Which has so far led to:

dying my hair pure blonde again & not immediately putting “fun” colours in

deciding that yeah. i’m going to get the breast reduction that ive been contemplating for a decade

committing to a pure bred dog because every fucking rescue org is like “this dog is good with cats!” but when you do to the specific animal’s page it’s “lol actually they’ve never met a cat so we don’t know!” and I’d rather my cat not die

tearing the wallpaper off of my basement walls and discovering that it’s all bare drywall and I will have to mud and tape and prep and do about 10x more work than expected

buying lolita fashion for the first time since that disaster in 2008 (2009? shit when did tekuno wear my dress? that happened like a year after the disaster) (okay technically this purchase happened a couple weeks before I got laid off and I spent $500 non-refundable. part of me wishes i hadnt but part of me is going oooooo pretty dress!!)

deciding to tailor all of my clothing to my actual sense of fashion instead of whatever the fuck ive been doing

unfollowing blogs that post way too much political stuff even if they’re real life friends of mine because i use tumblr to escape that stuff thanks

and Im sure there are other things, but my mind is blanking and ive been looking at this post for twenty minutes

and in staring at this post for twenty minutes ive been staring at my username and icon for twenty minutes. ive been feeling disassociated with the name rennegades for awhile now. It’s my brand but. I don’t really like being called renne anymore.

i accept sam because i can feel my great grandfather rolling in his grave every time someone does and that’s fucking hilarious (he swore there would never be another sam in his line because too many of his relatives were named samuel and so was he), so if you know me as sam then. it’s whatever. keep calling me sam.

but honestly i’d prefer my current pen name. which is rivienna. riv is an acceptable short form. if you follow that link you’re going to get hit with a lot of teen wolf self insert fanfic. i’d apologize, but i’m still actively writing it so i’m really not sorry.

anyways. i still want to hold on to rennegades for my art stuff, but I also kinda want to swap it out to a sideblog and use the main blog for fandom stuff again. i miss doing that.

of course that means ya’ll will have to deal with a lot of buffy and teen wolf and star wars and mcu. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if I could flip a switch and swap primary from rennegades to rivienna i would do it in an instant.

#riv just wants to be happy #the mood swings of the last week and a half are awful

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hideyoshineki · 6 years ago

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Writers Reflections: Tag Meme

I was tagged by @oathkeeperoxas my ultimate writing senpai uwu ❤💛❤

Rules: answer the following questions about your own writing, whether fanfic or original. If you can't/don't want to answer a question, just put N/A. If you don't have that many posted works, tell us about your WIPs or individual chapters/drabbles or even your ideas! Then tag as many writers as you like :)

AO3 name and link, if applicable: angeltrumpets

What's your most popular fic, by whatever metric is most relevant to you (hits, kudos, comments, reblogs, some other trait)?:

By Any Other Name is the most popular on AO3, but it's the only fic of mine that isn't a oneshot and it's also a soulmate AU (Hdkn from TG) so that just kinda automatically makes it more popular than my other fics.

On tumblr tho, my most popular fic has easily been A Source of Warmth, which as of now has 87 notes. It's a Hdkn TG oneshot I posted when the fandom was at its peak in 2015, however about a year ago it got a bunch more notes like a sudden attention and idk why but it was unexpected that's for sure.

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

Hmmmmmm Dancing Fireflies is my favourite in terms of the context behind it and how much damn fun it was to write, because it's a crack fic, but treated seriously, which made it more fun to write, and I also like going back and reading it again. It's also the fic with the most entertaining comments.

What's your best fic, and is it different from your favourite fic?

Recurring Illusions. It's the most recent thing I've written. (Hdkn oneshot, angst, an excuse for me to never stop being owned by Chapter 136). It really does FEEL like my best fic, as in I had a really good feeling as I was writing it! I was doing a lot that I hadn't written before, and I worked really hard on it! It came out really good!

Unfortunately because the fic is tagged with Graphic Violence and Implied Character Death, not many people are clicking to read it, but I expected that. The Graphic Violence was actually one of the things that was new to me, because most of my writing is very.... hmm uneventful? Like nothing big happens in most of my oneshots. Whereas here it was like Im writing a scene where he's killing people or eating people here how does that get written. Especilly the eating. I am very proud of the eating part of the oneshot especially because I pushed myself to go further with it and not shy away from details. I also am proud of the choices I made when writing it to display what state of mind Kaneki was in at certain parts.

Do you have a fic whose popularity surprised you?

OMG YES!!??!! Coffee And Thieves!! It's my second most viewed and kudosed fic on AO3 and I'm ????? like I'm still lost!!!!! It was a secret santa fic I wrote of the Amon/Hide/Kaneki poly ship and its popularity confuses me for two reasons: 1) I had no idea this many people would be clicking on it and reading it because honestly it's a super rare ship especially being a poly ship and I wouldn't have even known of its existence if it weren't for who I was gifting the fic to! But apparently more people are looking to read the ship than I thought! And 2) quality of writing wise it's more simplistic than some of my other fics. Like it's just fluff and I know people like reading that but it also means there's less room to like... show-off writing capabilities, you feel? Altho again, it's not like people are looking for that when it comes to fluff.

Do you have a fic you wish more people would read?

THE WITCH'S SERVANT! It's easily the oneshot I spent the most time on like I posted it months after starting it because I spent so long getting it right and soooooooo many hours working it out. But yeah it got comparatively much less attention than my other Hdkn fics. But I am still proud of it because I worked really hard on it and I got to write up what I wanted, which was the play that Hide and Kaneki brought up in the series. I wanted to look more into that and write about it, because I had seen meta and theory writers talk about Hide and Kaneki's roles in that play in relation to their roles in the overall story of TG, so I tried to integrate a little of that meta into the fic. I also included dialogue from the unused draft from the last ep from Root A in the fic. So there was a lot I was putting in, and yeah while it's a shame it didn't get more attention, I'm still happy with it and proud of it.

Is there a ship or fandom you haven't written, but really want to?

I have been wanting to write Reigisa from Free since fckn 2014. Every year I have been like "This is the year I contribute to Reigisa Week" and then I don't. And since Ive been with the ship for a long time and seen a lot of it, I feel like I know the characters and ship dynamic well enough to be comfortable writing it. But yeah Ive never gotten around to completely writing anything. Ive started a few, but they had always ended up abandoned.

Tell us a random fact about your writing process:

Ok so Im slow as shit right, like my multichapter fic from earlier has 2 chapters written and I started the fic in March this year so lol i know slowness and going ages without writing is common with a lot of writers tho

Usually what gets me going is a song putting me in a mood. Often the song won't match the mood of the fic I'm writing, as it'll almost always be a more angsty emotional song that gets me motivated, even if what I'm writing is not emotional at all. It just makes me feel like I can get things out more easily and write more interestingly.

I also save my writing docs in dropbox so I can always add to it either on my laptop or phone whenever I feel like it and it's synced up, but it never really ends up that way because nothing happens when I try to write on my phone I'm rarely able to write without the laptop setup.

Tagging @akaaka04 because Red ur the only mutual who first came to mind when I was thinking of mutuals rn who write, anyone else I can think of I'm either not mutuals with or I don't know for sure if they write or not. Sorry if I'm forgetting someone

#tagged #long post

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kyloren · 7 years ago

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Mileven post-S2 fanfiction recommendation list: PART IV

This is a continuation of my ever-growing Mileven Fanfiction Rec List (see instalments I, II, and III). If your fanfic isn’t featured, apologies. Message me and we’ll amend that grievance in the next rec list instalment.

* marks the ongoing stories.

canon:

interludes by veausy: “They stood like that, dimly lit by the hallway lamp, until Hopper cleared his throat. “Mike,” she breathed.”

+ its sequel: idylls by veausy: ““You should get a Mike,” El offered. Didn’t everyone have one?”

snowbound by hannahberrie: “When El invites Mike to spend the day at the cabin, Hopper finds himself supervising a sleepover he didn’t sign up for.”

.. ._.. ___ …_ . _.__ ___ .._ (i love you) by AriaCessair: “El wants to learn about kisses, but the end result is much more than she expected.”

anything short of a miracle by youheldyourbreath: “Mike has spent the last year in abject agony over losing Eleven. And then, he gets her back.”

the 436 kiss by youheldyourbreath: “Mike and El have 435 kisses that are short, sweet and perfunctory. Kiss 436 is not that kind of embrace.”

we were just kids when by DarkBeauty_890: “Hopper arches a brow, giving Mike a once over. He sucks in another puff of his cigarette, before stubbing it out and scratching his nose, “Elle’s not here. She and Red went out to go see a movie about an hour ago.” Mike clears his throat and doesn’t break their locked gaze, “I’m actually here because I wanted to talk to you.””

the invasion* by ValBirch: “Hawkins, 1985. On the day of her first birthday in Hawkins, El starts having nosebleeds, even when she’s not using her powers. That night, Will’s nightmares return, but they’re different this time. Everything is different this time.”

winter, spring, summer, fall* by returntosaturn: “A collection of first experiences for El during her first year in Hawkins, outside of the lab.”

radio static* by Archer of Ecclesia : ““Mike,” El had scarcely noticed her seizure of the radio. Garble filled her ears. Her grip around the radio tightened as she quickly switched it off, breathing shallowly. She almost threw the device across the room when the garble continued, and worsened, more severe than ever. Or, a new creature lurks in Hawkins, Indiana, this time, closer to home than ever.”

to find you again* by MuffinLove03: “Finding her was only the beginning. In a town still vulnerable to inter-dimensional threats and sketchy government agents, it's going to take a lot to keep her safe and bring her home. But he was prepared to do whatever it took. He promised.”

the artemis institute* by Arnarkusaga: “Starting from the night the gate was closed and detailing the events that follow, including unexpected doings at the Hawkin’s Lab, and a mysterious underground resistance movement.”

kissing cousins by pathvain_aelien: “Mr. Clarke at the Snow Ball.”

+ its sequel: eleven’s story* by pathvain_aelien.

snowed in by luxuriousvoyage11: “A bad snow storm makes for an unexpected sleepover at the Byers.”

only this by Val_Creative: “Eleven and Mike and their relationship through Hopper’s eyes.”

a ghostly encounter* by PlaidDino: “The boys (and Max) go Trick-Or-Treating on Halloween, but these Ghostbusters find themselves being followed by someone in a ghost costume.”

the best night of your life by wheezy: “Her lips are parted in an almost smile and Mike sends a prayer he won’t have to wait 353 days to kiss them ever again.”

funny business by rainingcatsandkisses: ““On one condition” Hopper had said when El had asked if Mike could walk her home instead. “You come straight home. I’ll be waiting at the turn by Pinewood. And,” he’d added darkly, staring at Mike, “No funny business from you, Mr. Wheeler. I will know.””

i think we’re alone now by cali-chan (girls_are_weird): ““Listen, I’m no t supposed to leave you two alone here. Hopper will have my head if he finds out, so just… behave, okay?””

day two hundred and five by Someone_else_before: “In which Mike has a birthday, El has a daydream, and Hopper says, “Soon.””

eleven, mike, and the flu by loti_miko: “She quickly put the blindfold over her eyes, her surroundings going dark, and in an instant she was at Mike’s. He had his eyes closed; his cheeks flushed bright pink, a colour quite distinguishable even in the darkness of The Void.”

el byers and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Eleven moves in with the Byers’, learns to adapt to ordinary Hawkins life, and tries to figure out why Mike has been acting so oddly since their kiss in the cafeteria.” [post S1]

+ its sequel: dustin henderson and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Dustin is head over heels for a girl in his class, and he asks Eleven to use her powers to help him in his quest to win her over.”

stay in the dark by ceruleanstorm: “Mike’s waited 23 days to see Eleven again after she saved the damn world. But there’s a big reason El isn’t as excited to see him.”

pretty scary, pretty good by nonoma: “His girl’s going to be the scariest girl at Hawkins High.”

behind enemy lines by therealfarklenation: “He was stepping behind enemy lines, praying he wouldn’t get caught. She welcomed the risk with opened arms, praying that he wouldn’t stop.”

the first summer* by Kiddo7: “It’s the gang’s first summer all together, and Mike can’t wait to show El all that it has to offer.”

prepping for high school* by DarknessFallsLikeFeathers: “Mike is excited to be able to go see El at the cabin and help her with her studies. However, summer break is around the corner and a new challenge shows up on their doorstep.” [I, personally, am on the fence about how I feel about this fic: it’s interesting, but it also is featuring an OC quite prominently, so…*shrugs* take that as you will.]

green-eyed eleven by Brown Eyes Parker: “Eleven experiences her first bout of jealousy when a new girl moves to town.” [from a post-S2 hindsight, this is really funny. it’s funny cause it’s true.]

not knowing what it was by 27vampyresinhermind: “We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.”

you feel it too* by Maiasaura: “Mike and Eleven were more alike than they knew. Mike had been broken for years, and Eleven broken her whole life. The events of November, 1983 only fully destroyed them both, and a year apart only further drove the wedge.” [beware: this one is super depressing. like, all the content warnings apply.]

alternative universe:

roller coaster day by SmoothFluffle: “She was beginning to doubt herself as she listened to the anxious boy in a cap list the most atrocious accidents that happened to people while being on the metal ride. Suddenly, she wondered if this roller coaster thing was such a good idea.” No Supernatural AU.

cigarettes, eggos, and the secrets between us* by salavibes: “Popular, high-school bad-boy, Mike Wheeler finds himself falling for the shy and nerdy new girl who’s hiding a deep secret. Will they ever set aside their strikingly different personalities and pursue a relationship? Also what happens when they begin to both change each other in ways they never expected?” bad-boy!Mike AU.

crossover:

may the force be with you* by serendipitous_rambles: “El has always dreamt of seeing the galaxy but simply can’t leave Tatooine. But she has powers she doesn’t even know she has. Yet plans have been discovered of a Death Star that could result in the deaths of millions. Along the way she meets a smuggler called Mike, and some trusty resistance pilots Will and Lucas, along with their engineering best friend Dustin (who just can’t get his droid Steve to shut up). An adventure in a galaxy far far away with rebellion, hope (and a disgruntled old Jedi Hopper).” Stranger Things x Star Wars AU.

the second coming* by TheDevotchka: “In 1983, the so-called ‘Loser’s Club’ defeated It, a monster who had plagued the town of Derry for millennia. In 1984, the new Librarian of the Hawkins Public Library makes a series of phone-calls after the suspicious and unpleasantly familiar disappearances of three children. Seasoned monster hunters, the Loser’s Club teams up with another group of unlikely heroes — Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will.” Stranger Things x It Crossover. [okay, so I lied. This one isn’t really Mileven…so far.]

+ bonus: Wherein Mileven are not quite Pure™:

sex ed by Phantasmoplast: “El hears a new word for the first time, and decides to ask Mike what it means.”

+ its smutty outtakes: sex ed chapter 5: shower and sex ed chapter 8: homework.

dessert by wynniethecat: “When El teases Mike under the dinner table, he decides he needs to teach her a lesson about proper table etiquette.”

+ you know, if you want aged-up!Mileven smut, just go check out wynniethecat’s profile. She has tons of it.

+ bonus 2: Wherein The Party is prominently featured:

you fight like a baby(sitter) by nicefacepotter: “With his reputation ruined, Steve’s main source of social interaction is a group of middle schoolers. Now that group of nerds wanted him in their D&D campaign. What did he get himself into?”

in the aftermath it is quiet (as we wait for everything to begin again) by Dontfloatthe100: ““So,” Steve says as he scrapes the last of the eggs off his plate, “you must be Eleven.” El nods as she finishes up her own. “Hmm. I thought you would be taller.””

fun with jim and jane* by clarabelle: ““Mouth breather, huh? Another new word you picked up?” “No,” El says, and she sounds almost wistful. Probably thinking about that Wheeler kid again.”

time and time again by sporadicallyceaseless: “Five times Chief Hopper gets called into the school because his kid is a goddamn menace.”

20 questions by liadan14: “A few questions Eleven asked before she turned eighteen, and one she didn’t.”

+ its sequel: just can’t face myself alone again by liadan14: “Dustin and his friends grow up in fits and starts. These are a few of them.”

don’t lock her in by SmoothFluffle: “El gets locked in inside a school closet.”

imma gonna be making these till i’m old and grey, aren’t i?

UPDATE: part V is out.

#mileven #mileven fanfiction #mileven fanfiction recommendation list #mileven fanfiction recommendation #character: mike wheeler #character: eleven #pairing: mike x eleven #tv: stranger things #fanfiction recommendations #in this tag resides fanfiction #♔: victrix #*

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isisisak · 7 years ago

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73, 74, and 80 :)

73.What is your favorite fanfic or headcanon & why?

Ok since I JUSTanswered the fanfic one (at least for recent ones) ill go with headcanon!! I adoooredthe one where someone – I cant remember who and its driving me up the walls ifsomeone knows pls tell me bc they deserve recognition for this – posted aboutthe days when Even feels like shit and self depreciative and like its him beinga burden and his fault and all that isak prints out head scans from neurotypicalppl and ppl with bipolar so even can see the evidence that its not just himbeing an awful person but someone whos chemicals just don’t work the way theyto for others and that its neither his fault nor his wrong doing – I love thissm bc its so amazingly kind and so in character for isak to BE so kind and warmand its just such a simple thing Id never ever have the idea to do that for aperson but its so effective bc its science and science doesn’t lie

74. Who is your most favorite person in the fandom and why?

….areyou trying to get me into trouble m8?! Ok hands down idk ive met so manyamazing ppl friends BEST FRIENDS talents ppl who inspire me or amaze me ormoved me …. Idk I don’t have ONE fave person I can tell you my fave like 10 butthat would take too long and I feel weird to list my friends so just all thespecial ppl who became my friends – some closer than others – you know who youare and I love you (sorry to weasel out of this one

80. What is a fandom related url you wish you had?

Hmmmmmmmm uuuuhm …good question hmm I didn’t really think about it tbh I think I saved a bunch but never used them (they weren’t any good – before youcome at me) but if I had to pick one that wasn’t isi’s isak (I wrote it likethis so the isis jokes wont arise anew) which my awesome @designnerds recced meand if it was WHILE skam was still going on id maybe go with mypalmydudemybrowiththebrowsbc I loved tagging Jonas’ posts with it and miss it (and him)

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angustully · 7 years ago

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fanfic asks: 1, 8, 18, 21, 32

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

umm ok u cannot judge me for this. you guys are on my side. i was like somewhere between 12-14 and wrote like. self-insert jonas brothers fanfic for me and my sisters to read oh my goddd fdkjsk. i wish i still had those notebooks. but sv was the first like actual fandom i wrote/posted fanfic for!!!

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

gosh i dont even know, sometimes ill get like. just a sentence or bit of dialogue or even a scene description stuck in my head and ill form a whole thing around that?? or try to anyway lol

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

SO MANY and its mostly that like! if i dont write something in one sitting, or at least write as detailed an outline as possible before walking away from it, when i come back ill have completely lost my momentum/train of thought/even just the same mood i was in when i started. which is a really dumb excuse lol but yeah. ive found wips where i just stopped in the middle of a sentence that i dont even remember where i was going with it, so it feels like ill never be in the right mindset finish it lol.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

honestly i feel like everyone in the sv fandom is a better writer than me lol like everyone has such nice prose or a really creative way of writing what the characters are thinking and i.. consider myself more dialogue heavy and just kinda cut and dry most of the time lol. but idk maybe thats not true at all!! its just how i see my own writing. oh also anybody that writes smut is a god and im not worthy

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

hmm i wouldnt say the characters are necessarily? but some dialogue is stuff from real life or are things my friends have said/joked about. (my fic street light is super personal and i debate deleting it from ao3 like almost every day bc a lot of it came right out of my own mouth!! ha ha ha)

#ask

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silentauroriamthereal · 7 years ago

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Okay, so this is extremely long, but my good friend @ravenmorganleigh tagged me in this a few days ago, and I would never refuse her. I’ll put most of it under a cut! This was very interesting to answer!

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

Ooof, that’s a big ask! My very first fic was a Harry/Snape (yes, I know, groan away!) and the fact that I haven’t re-read it in well over a decade is suggestive that I never will, lol. I couldn’t even remember what it was called, so I just looked it up. It’s called Things Change (not linking it, sorry!!) and it was posted on skyehawke.com after fanfiction.net banned me in September of 2004. Lol. It’s still there, along with all of my other Harry Potter fic (of which there is over 1.4 million words).

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

I just posted Out of the Woods yesterday, which is an intentionally light-hearted story. My last serious one is the one I wrote just before it, The Clouded Eye, and I would say that between these and my earliest stuff, there is a significant gap in quality, yes. :P

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

That’s honestly impossible to say. It depends what you’re judging on. For intricacy of plot, clearly my novel, Against the Rest of the World. For sheer fixing for series 4, which is a herculean task to explain, fill in the gaps logically, and then actually make it palatable, I would give it to the fix-it that most clearly addresses the most issues with series 4 – the Holmes family history, Eurus’ existence in general, Sherlock’s memory problems, Mary’s wholly unbelievable and unsatisfactory death, the practical issues with the entire concept of John and Sherlock having a child at 221B, etc – and that fic is Hell Hath No Fury. It’s a bittersweet ending, and honestly the most realistic I can see after that disastrous series. For sheer levels of how much it explains and delves into, I’m very pleased with it. For depth and intricacy of emotion, my personal vote goes to The Wisteria Tree. For pure porn, it has to be Best of Three. For one of my overall personal favourites, Bridging the Ravine.

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

Far and away it’s Best of Three, which is rapidly closing in on 100,000 hits, probably the only work of mine that will ever achieve this milestone.

Putting the rest under a cut!

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

I’m equally proud of all of my stories, for different reasons.

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

Nah. I’m frankly proud of the silly ones and as to the early stuff, everyone has to start somewhere!

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

I have no unfinished stories at the moment. I just finished one, so I’m officially between projects. That will probably last for all of 2-3 days and then I’ll start something new.

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

Not applicable; I always finish my stories.

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

No, and no offense, but I find that entire concept ridiculous and rather disrespectful to the source material. Even when I disagree with the canon, I have legions of respect for it.

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

Yes, I have exactly one Star Wars fic (though I think I took it down for some reason, years ago) and one Lord of the Rings fic, and I still have never read any fic for those fandoms other than my own.

11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?

Only once, at least knowingly: after writing three long series 4 fix-it fics (A Case For Domestic Propinquity, Hell Hath No Fury, and From the Bottom of the Well), I decided that I wanted to finally give in and write a well-known trope, and wrote a fake-couple-for-a-case fic (Bridging the Ravine), which is now up there as one of my favourite fics of my own collection. Happily, I have a personal policy that I don’t read other people’s stories while writing my own, as a deliberate attempt to keep myself free of influence. The downside is that I miss out on probably a lot of good fic. For this trope, I’d only ever read one or two stories that would fit that description and they were literal years ago, so I don’t remember any of their details and didn’t want to. I make a pretty strong effort to not just reproduce the same ideas that other people have already done, which is a tricky thing to do in a fandom that has a lot of similar ideas and desires for the final results (aka, Sherlock and John getting together). I really do try very hard, though! This particular story also contains way more original characters than any other I’ve ever written, many of whom have developed enough backstories to work as stand-alone characters in their own stories and I’m proud of that, too! There are 24 in total!

12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why?

No. There are story ideas I’ve refused to let myself write, though. Or several that I’ve sat on for months in trying to refuse to write, like my first Freebatch fic. I have mixed feelings about Real Person Fic and tried very hard to suppress the urge to write The A.G.R.A. Complex, and managed to keep myself from doing it for nine months. But then I caved. For the few I’ve refused to write, either it’s been because the concept itself made me sad, or it centred around an unpopular sexual kink, or some other reason like that. But generally, if I want to write something, I’ll just write it, and if I write it, I’ll post it.

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

I wouldn’t say that there’s been a huge change. I wrote more chaptered stories in the beginning, but I’m very busy and the stress of updating regularly is too much for me right now. I found my stride in the long novella. I strongly prefer the single-chapter format, but if it’s over 40,000 words, I’ll make myself break it up into chapters. The last WIP I posted as I wrote it was Against the Rest of the World, which I wrote over four months in the fall of 2013, leading up to the release of series 3 – in fact, I finished it two days before TEH aired! I was updating on average every six days, and some of those chapters were over 10,000 words long. It was a strain to keep it up, honestly – it meant that I was writing around the clock, day and night. It was the first thing I would do in the morning and the last thing I would do at night. I would come home on breaks at work to write, or take my laptop with me. I lived and breathed that story for four months. It’s told in first person voice (Sherlock’s POV), too, so it meant that I had Sherlock’s voice in my head at all times for four months. I missed him when it was over.

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

I wouldn’t say that there’s been one. I’m always trying to go further and further into the characters, their feelings, their experiences, and relate them so that the reader can ideally not just watch the story unfolding, but feel everything that the POV character is feeling at the same time. One can always go deeper, and I will never stop trying. Obviously different stories call for a heavier or lighter touch that way, but you get the drift.

15. Have you ever purposefully written one fandom/fic idea over another because you knew it’d be more popular?

No. I write the stories that come to me. I never write aiming for popularity. Though of course, I paradoxically always hope that my stories will be! But I never think, “Hmm, what would the fandom market really go for?” I just write the stories that I feel I need to tell.

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention?

Never. I think that’s lame.

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

My most popular, Best of Three! Similar to Bridging the Ravine, I wrote this one after I’d written my initial big trio of series 3 fix-it fics (Deductions of a Lesser Mind, Act IV, and Vena Cava), and just needed to take a break and write something lighter. I wrote the entire thing in under 24 hours. I get why it’s popular – the combination of humour, sheer smut, nod to The Three Garridebs, and then the twist of romance at the end is a fairly unbeatable combination, but at the time I was indignant by its popularity, honestly! I’ve written many, many better, less popular stories. What can you do? Over time, I’ve stopped being exasperated and just rejoiced in Best of Three’s popularity.

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

Ha! That’s so subjective! I really can’t answer that. Instead, I’ll just list some stories of mine that I’ve been very proud of and sometimes wish people would read more: Hell Hath No Fury (again, very proud of this one for its sheer amount of fixing), A Satellite Out of Orbit (this is a companion story to Where My Demons Hide that features Sherlock’s visits to Ella, set just before and during TLD, but also extending to after the point where the original story stops – not compliant with TFP, as both stories were written before it aired, but I’m still proud of them both!), Munich (probably less read because it’s an established relationship, which tends to be less popular), The Legacy of Martha J. Hudson (this one is SUPER sad and I’m not surprised that people have shied away from it, but I still think it’s worth the read! Good for when you need a cry? Because, as the title heavily implies, Mrs Hudson dies in it), Pater Noster (a rather dark fix-it, wherein Mary’s first job was to kill John’s father – I was looking for a reason that Mary thought that John really wouldn’t love her anymore that was that much worse than her trying to kill Sherlock!), The Final Proof (this is even sadder than the Mrs Hudson story – it’s a retirement fic wherein Sherlock dies, then John dies at the end, too. Everyone who has read it has cried (seriously, like 98%) but also said that they found it really beautiful, so - ?).

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Well, that’s easy! (Note: it’s not!) Possibly Vena Cava.

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?

No, I wouldn’t rewrite a fic. What’s done is done. Although there are always the typos I missed the first time around. :P

21. If someone starts kudosing and commenting your fics in a spree and has a few works of their own, would you go look through theirs?

Only if I weren’t working on something of my own at the time, which almost never happens. What I really don’t like is when someone reads something of mine and then obligates me to then read something of theirs in turn. It makes me uncomfortable and I find it a bit rude. When I discover that a regular commenter also writes, then I will often make an effort to seek out their work when I’m between stories, but I hate having it pushed on me.

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed?

Yes, but not in this fandom.

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

Impossible to say. I’ve been graced with some of the best, most thoughtful readers/commenters in the universe!!

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it?

I don’t like to focus on these, but I’ve received numerous death threats for my portrayals of Mary, especially back in 2014 (the year series 3 aired) when even Johnlockers still liked her. That only changed within the past year or two! Disliking Mary was an extremely unpopular stance at first. I received a number of these as comments on stories, particularly after I disabled anonymous asks here on tumblr. For a long time, one specific Mary stan kept on reading my stuff and leaving me hate. I really wondered why they kept reading my stuff when it obviously was never going to be what they wanted to see. Note to haters out there: that’s a piss poor persuasion technique. As to my writing itself, no, not really. When I started writing fanfic in 2004, in the world of Harry Potter, one of the worst things a reviewer could call a fic was “fluffy”. The meaning of this term has changed significantly in the past 14 years, but what it meant then was that it was a story seriously lacking in real substance, OOC as hell, and badly written. While these days it tends to me “romantic, light-hearted, heart-warming, sweet”, etc, it still makes me wince any time someone calls a story of mine “fluffy” for that reason.

25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?

I wouldn’t say that there’s one aspect that gets commented on in a regular way. Though @totallysilvergirl beta-read my novel and pointed out a specific thing I do in terms of sentence structure, but it never made me feel badly to have it pointed out.

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

I’m always glad to hear when someone liked the main POV, and I tend to get that compliment the most when it’s a Sherlock POV. I’m also always pleased when people comment on how much a story made them feel – that’s really what I’m going for! Also, in Against the Rest of the World, I spent hours and hours on background research – locations in particular, but also things like local architecture, shipping routes and times, flight times, time zones, language, etc, so I’m always pleased when someone comments on that level of detail in that story.

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick?

Single fandom, all the way. I’m not a fan of crossovers or AU’s. I’ve written exactly two crossovers in my time. One was a Harry/Draco story in which Draco nominates Harry for the old TLC show What Not To Wear, to Harry’s fury. I had fun with that. The other, and this is pure crack now, was one of my earliest stories, a Darth Vader/Voldemort crossover. Though it isn’t actually a crossover, as DV was Harry in Polyjuice. It was very silly.

28. if you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick?

Single fandom, again.

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

Not applicable here; I only write for one fandom at a time. JKR turned me off Harry Potter with the ridiculous epilogue on book 7 and then her attempts to include more “canon” information in her interviews. It annoyed me hugely – but mostly it was the epilogue, which was (deliberately, most of us thought at the time) extremely difficult to write around, though I tried it for a few stories. When I finished that (my last HP story was posted in 2010, but it had been a year since the one prior), I thought I was finished with writing and with fandoms in general. Then I discovered Benedict Cumberbatch in May of 2013, and through him, Sherlock. By the time I was on ASIB, I knew with a sinking feeling that I was simply going to have to write this fandom, too. Lol. I posted the first chapter of my first fic on June 15th, 2013.

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?

History would show that I focus strictly on the new one. The only exceptions to strictly Sherlock have been my four Freebatch stories (The A.G.R.A. Complex, Having Your Cake, Always Through the Changing, and A Room with a View).

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

No one, I hope. I’ve written a large number of the characters in the Sherlock universe, including (in approximate order of frequency): Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Lestrade, Mary, Molly, Janine, Ella, Mrs Hudson, and Sally Donovan. Sherlock and John are my favourites to write, Mary and Molly my least favourites.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

Sherlock, absolutely. He’s where my heart lives. That said, some of my favourite stories of my own are John POV’s.

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up?

No.

34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

The first time I wrote a Mary POV (Moving on/Making do), I was honestly afraid that I’d made her too relatable, too likeable, but the people who read the story still disliked her. Ha! And again, the sheer popularity of Best of Three always surprised me.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

Yes, I never meant to ship Harry/Draco, but it just happened.

36. Have you ever sincerely written a ship you do not support into a fic?

Yes, for the necessity of canon compliancy, I’ve written John/Mary, which I loathe.

37. Have you ever purposefully bashed a character/ship in a fic?

No. I do my very best to portray the characters as I see them in canon. There are definitely people who would said that I have bashed Mary in my stories, and I respectfully and thoroughly disagree. Mary is canonically: an assassin who killed for the highest bidder, meaning that she killed without principle, for nothing other than money. Personal gain. Gross. She’s also someone who cut and run, leaving at least half of her team alive to be killed or tortured without even checking to see if there was any possibility of rescuing them. She displayed the same urge to run away and leave John behind later, too. I find this distasteful and cowardly in the extreme. On top of this, she canonically gaslights and belittles John, which is emotionally abusive behaviour, yet “playfully” insults both him and Sherlock on an ongoing basis (“I’m not John; I can tell when people are lying” – two insults with one comment!). She displays incredible entitlement after she attempts to murder John’s best friend and doesn’t seem to think that she should need to apologise for what she did, nor that John had the right to be incredibly angry with her over it. She also showed zero signs of remorse for any of her behaviour, past or present – lying to John, anything and everything she did in her deeply criminal past, etc. When people comment and say, “I loved your evil Mary!”, my typical response is “do you mean canon!Mary?” because that’s all I’ve ever tried to write. The ONE exception I will make here is my story Scars, which is a deliberate attempt to extrapolate from Mary’s canonical gaslighting and show where that behaviour typically leads. I did my homework and consulted two therapists who work specifically with men who have been abused by women for this story, and both confirmed that they saw Mary’s behaviour as gaslighting and abusive, too. I wrote this story partly to combat the then-popular notion that Mary and John displayed “playful banter” or “bickering” at the beginning of HLV, when I saw it as clearly one-sided and not at all playful. I still don’t consider this “bashing”, however.

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?

Yes, the above story. Why? Because it was a story I felt had to be told. Also: The Final Proof (the one where Sherlock dies of old age), which I knew would make people cry. Again: I write what the muses prompt me to write!

39. Do you consider yourself to have a readership?

Yes, I’m very lucky to have a huge readership and it’s wonderful! (Thank you!!!!!) I don’t have any specifics on the numbers in this fandom, but when I was writing HP fic, someone wrote her doctoral dissertation on HP fanfic and she collected stats from the various archives that were active at the time, then contacted the twenty most read authors in the fandom. To my shock at the time, I was apparently the eighth most read author in the slash fandom (male/male fic), though I was far from being the eighth most popular!! She estimated my readership at close to 200,000 readers. This was HP, though, the biggest fandom in history. I don’t imagine that my readership is anywhere near that here in Sherlock-land.

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

Um, yes. I’m now close to 1.9 million words over 78 stories. I write constantly, when I have the time to do so. Occasionally a commenter will say something like, “write more, please!” and while I know it’s meant as encouragement, it can also feel slightly exasperating. I honestly don’t see how I could humanly be producing MORE. But I try. :P

41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?

I only use ao3 these days.

42. How many views has your most popular fic gotten?

As I said, Best of Three is closing in on 100,000 hits now.

43. Your least popular?

My least-read story would have to be my most recently posted, which I wouldn’t consider my least popular by a long shot. That’s honestly difficult to identify because of course one has to consider the length of time a story has been posted. It’s not fair to consider a story posted yesterday against a story that’s been up for four years. But the newest story has about 2,000 hits at the moment.

44. Do you follow/favorite/kudos/comment/review more stories than you have received?

Thanks to my readership, I don’t think that would be possible.

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

I really only have one major work that isn’t fanfic, which is the original novel that I’m still working on getting published (and by “still working on”, I mean that I haven’t had time to work on this since July or so, whoopsie). Its technical genre definition is spy thriller, so let’s go with that! It’s loosely based on Against the Rest of the World with a dash of Vena Cava, a spy thriller with a gay romantic subplot.

46. Do you consider yourself a diverse author?

Yes. While my stories typically come to a similar result, I think they all get there in noticeably different ways! I’ve written amnesia, hurt/comfort, disability, many different character POV’s, gentle romances, heavy angst, deathfic, retirement fic, thrillers, fix-its, addiction (more in HP), magic (HP again), long novels, short sketches, character sketches, silly stuff, dark stuff. If you look at my stories chronologically, you will see a pattern of dark-light-dark-light – if I’ve just written a heap of angst, I’ll typically switch it up and write something lighter, or a different character voice, or a completely new idea (such as the Mary/Molly pairing in The Clouded Eye), etc. I do try to keep it fresh!

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Only if they were already familiar with the canon and open to reading graphic male/male sex, and that limits most of the population that isn’t already in the fandom.

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too?

A few people know. I’m very careful about who I tell.

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?

My mother. :) She reads all of my stories. We have a very good relationship!

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

Yes, it’s had a huge impact on my life. It’s been my secret other life since 2004, with a 3-4 year hiatus in there. Sometimes the drama gets to be a bit much, but the creative outlet of writing and the joy of sharing the love for these characters with a whole universe of other people is just unbeatable.

#writer stuff #my fics #silentauror #ravenmorganleigh #interview questions #johnlock #fanfic #writing

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Hiiii :) I hope you’re having a good day! Idk if you’re still writing but it says fanfic requests were open so I thought I would ask if you could write a mini Drabble about nalu and their kid? If not it’s okay! I just love how you write, especially fluff and it’s just the kinda thing I need to read rn after the disaster of anti posts ive seen 🙄 LOL but if not it’s okay! I hope you’re doing okay 💛

Hello!!! I am indeed, thank you! Haha well I haven’t given up on writing, but true, I’ve been on a rather long hiatus. You know what? Sure!!!! I was excited about the Nalu kid and we need to celebrate it somehow. Mini drabble it is! Thank you so much!! I hope you have a lovely day :3 Hope you don’t mind that their kid is a baby… Idk that’s just kinda what my fingers did. Also this is short and pure pointless fluff and I don’t really know but I tried:

Lucy usually woke up to the crying first.

Maybe it was a mother thing, but a single wail from Luna would cause her eyes to snap open while Natsu snored away beside her. Every once and awhile, she was completely exhausted and would smack his shoulder, mumble about how it was his turn. He always went, if not with minor grumbling.

Tonight, however, the cries she awoke to were accompanied by Natsu’s most soothing, “Shh, hey, ohh, it’s okay, it’s okay… we gotta be quiet so that Momma doesn’t wake up, alright? Papa’s here, it’s okay…”

It was sweet of him, but she was already awake. Stretching her arms over her head, Lucy let out a yawn and slowly slid her legs from under her comforter. She rubbed her eyes, straightened her nightgown, stuck her feet into her fluffy slippers. Padding from her room, she peeked into the one next door, where the door was cracked open and Natsu’s back was to her. He was rocking the baby back and forth slowly while humming, Luna’s thick, pink hair splayed over her father’s shoulder.

Luna was still sniffling, occasionally whining, so Lucy started forward until-

“Well, I guess I can’t hum or sing for the life a’ me. Sorry, kiddo. I mean, I never wished that I could before, but anything for you…”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, and rested her head against the door frame.

Natsu looked down at the little girl, wiping a tear off of her round, rosy cheek. “You know, even if you’re all whiny sometimes, you’re the best thing in the world. You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen. You know that, Luna?”

The baby’s eyes drooped, and she relaxed against her dad. He went on, “When I met your mom, she was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was nice to me. Me, that guy that everyone was always annoyed with! I mean, she was annoyed with me too sometimes, but still nice… So I asked her to be my partner, and she said yes!”

From his angle, she could just make out his smile. His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. He kissed the baby’s head, and rubbed her back. Natsu’s head tilted in thought as he added, “And then she was selfish and weird sometimes, but she became all brave, strong, and patient. So I married her! You have her eyes, ya know. You’ll be just as nice as her. I know it. It made her powerful, see. Powerful enough to make me her friend and love her and stuff.”

Natsu absently carded a hand through Luna’s hair. “That’s what’s important, okay, Luna? You don’t need to be have powerful magic or big muscles or beautiful or anything. Being kind is the most powerful thing out there. You hear that? Nah, you’re already out… that’s a good girl… I’ll tell you again someday, kiddo, when you can remember…”

With a smile that felt as if it would last forever, Lucy finally crept into the room and hugged her husband from behind. She kissed his neck. “Thank you for getting the baby.”

He turned, so that he faced her, and put his baby-less arm around her with a soft grin. “Well, she’s my baby, ain’t she? Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I’m glad I did,” she sighed, eyes settling upon her sleeping child. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Tying with you, of course.”

“Well, look who’s being all mushy tonight,” Natsu teased, carefully laying the baby back down and brushing her bangs from her face. Afterwards, he turned back to Lucy and encircled her within his embrace. Natsu rested his forehead against hers. “What happened to ‘shut up, Natsu’ or ‘Why do I bother, Natsu?’”

Lucy slid her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I dunno. I must love you or something.”

“Yeah, somethin’.”

She laughed, and after a quick kiss (or three) she moved her hands down his arms, past his scars and strength, and squeezed his large hands in her own. “Back to bed?”

And he held her as they laid back down, consciousness already fading.

“Natsu?” she murmured without really thinking.

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re pretty nice, too.”

A breathy laugh. “Well, thanks. I’d hope so, considering how you married me and all…”

“I’ve always thought you were nice. And you’re an amazing dad.”

And now a pause. “Thank you, Lucy.”

Natsu was warm, humming lightly to her, her baby was in the next room, and for at least a single moment before Lucy fell back to sleep, everything was perfect.

#asks #anon #this is rushed and not my best work but i hope you like anyway?#fairy tail #ft #nalu #fairy tail fanfiction #ft fanfiction #nalu fanfiction #nalu kid #my writing #my fanfiction #drabbles

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