#seriously ask me things

[cricketnationrise]

for the ao3 asks

3,6, and 7

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

From the mouths of babes - I love Lina and it was the first time I posted something I hadn’t been planning to write.

White House, 3:14am - I just really love Shaan and Zahra and how much they love each other. Would read a whole ass book about their love story.

Downburst - I was so fucking nervous, first time writing serious angst instead of just waving cheekily at it as I sashayed away toward the fluff and domesticity.

6. Favorite title you used?

Why Do We Even HAVE That Curse?

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I only used a couple of song lyrics this year and they were all one offs - Queen, [Unrevealed] and Sara Dowling.

Burnin’ Through The Sky

You’ve got my heart on a string

AO3 Wrapped List here!

[jmrothwell]

For the fic asks! ❤️ 14, 23, 49

Thanks for the ask Ash!! ^_^

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I tend to read a lot of stuff that I would normally be squicked out by if it's written by friends or a writer I trust. I actually find it a great way to gauge how I still feel about a trope or ship etc.

But so far I don't have specific tropes that I outright refuse to read......but that could also be because I don't stray too far from my lil comfort zone XD.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Oooooh interesting.

I eventually want to write a nightmare fic.....a couple of them actually

I really want to play around in the "ghost powers meets caleb / parental death ptsd nightmare hurt comfort fic." Like one of those where the others feel the panic or get pulled/called to the one having the nightmare.

Then the OTHER nightmare fic would be like a trying to escape the night mare thing....maybe also messing around with potential ghost power/magic weirdness. . .Like a weird dream sharing situation, where either Julie or one of the guys is stuck in their nightmare and the others try to follow in order to wake them up. Only they get pulled into THEIR OWN nightmares, and so now they all have to deal with their own issues.

Really I only have one mental visual associated with it: Julie's nightmares keep looping and every time they do i's because she hears her name echoing all around her. (like someone trying to wake her up). Eventually this does build up to her literally running into the others in her dream where they try to tell her she's dreaming.

Keeping on the angst train I did have an idea for a song fic that would for Kelly Clarksons "My Life Would Suck Without You" which would be like a band break up / make up fic. THe thing I could never decide on though was if it would be a JatP break up or Sunset Curve break up.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I am slowly chipping away at my unnamed rulie fake marriage fic. And I am desperatley trying to not start posting before I have it fully written and snippet sharing has helped with that, so have this small moment from the first chapter:

Before Julie can ask what she was not getting mad about, Carrie pushes onward, “I may have invited my cousin, who’s in town on business, and his friends to join us tonight.”

“Oh, which cousin?” Julie smiles at her friend. She wasn’t entirely sure why Carrie would think she’d get mad about it. Julie actually liked most of Carrie’s cousins and in all honesty she didn’t mind the idea of more people joining them.

The more the merrier as they say right?

Carrie huffs as she exchanges a look with Flynn, the three of them now walking towards an empty booth with a larger table than they’d usually get for themselves. “It’s Bobby.”

“Bobby?” Julie freezes in an awkward sort of squat position, caught between sitting and standing. Carrie rolls her eyes as Flynn shoots a sympathetic smile towards Julie, she knows her answer before she even asks her questions. “As in Bobby Shaw? Sunset Curve Bobby?”

Ask me things!?!?

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[solarmorrigan]

Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3

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“I need you to buy me.”

Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steve’s declaration.

Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.

“Y’know, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,” Eddie says slowly.

“At the charity auction,” Steve clarifies. “I need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.”

Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be “auctioned” off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). It’s generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate – and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of “serial killer” Henry Creel last spring.

“And what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?” Eddie asks drily (he’d never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddy’s money who won a date– that is, a day with Steve Harrington).

“It wasn’t always a girl who won,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. “One time it was Mrs. Dalton – you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eddie drawls. “And I’m sure she definitely didn’t sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.”

“She did not– she– I mean she was on the porch, but, like– she wouldn’t have– she’s, like, seventy, Eddie,” Steve splutters, and it’s all Eddie can do not to laugh.

“Older gals have needs, too, Steve,” Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. “So she was checking you out from the porch, huh?”

Steve goes red. “Shut up, that isn’t the point. I’m trying to ask for your help.”

“Right, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?” Eddie asks.

“The kids are planning to bid on me,” Steve says gravely.

Eddie blinks at him. “Okay?” he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. “You basically do most of what they ask, anyway, so…?”

“Okay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.” Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway, this is all Henderson’s fault.”

“It usually is,” Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.

“He decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with you–” Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, “but Wheeler doesn’t want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.”

“So let Wheeler win.” Eddie shrugs.

“No! I can’t let fuckin’ Mike win, he’ll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!” Steve exclaims. "He’ll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and he’ll probably include the stupid hat.”

“Wait, I thought El broke up with him,” Eddie breaks in.

“No, they’re on again,” Steve says absently, shaking his head. “Which is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.”

Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask “How can you tell?”, going instead with, “I thought she and Sinclair were on again.”

“No, they are. That’s why no one’s been actively murdered,” Steve says.

“How do you keep track of all of this?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.

“It’s a natural skill. And we’re getting off track,” Steve says quickly. “Normally, I wouldn’t be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.”

“This is getting very involved,” Eddie says.

“So you see why I’m stressed!” Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now won’t be appreciated). “Lucas is on Dustin’s side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobody’s goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually I’d have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.”

“Wonder who he got that from?” Eddie mutters.

“Okay, we do remember that I’m not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?” Steve snaps.

“Well now we’re just getting into nature versus nurture–”

“Eddie.”

“Right, sorry, continue.”

“Well, Will took Mike’s side–”

“Shocking.”

“Right? But anyway, I don’t know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.” Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.

“You know you don’t actually have to do what they ask you to, right?” Eddie points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. It’s a whole…” he waves his hand vaguely, “thing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.”

“Ah, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,” Eddie hums.

“So, I just need you to bid on me and win, so I’m not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Or– whatever,” Steve says.

“Okay, not that I don’t understand your predicament here, but I think you’re forgetting something kind of important, Steve,” Eddie drawls.

Steve’s brows draw together in question. “What?”

“I’m fucking poor.”

“Oh.” Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t mean– no, I will give you the money, you don’t have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.”

“Why not have Buckley do it?” Eddie asks.

“That was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and it’s kind of a big deal, so I don’t want her to cancel,” Steve says. “But I assumed you wouldn’t be busy.”

“Wow, rude,” Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.

“Fine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldn’t be busy.” Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that he’d be able to say no. “Please?”

Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like he’s deflating.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. “Oh my god, I owe you.”

Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. “You know I’m not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?”

Steve’s eyes drop for just a second—maybe down to Eddie’s lips, maybe not; who can say?—before he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. “I think I can handle it.”

Slowly, Eddie grins. “We’ll see.”

[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[messrsbyler]

ao3 authors who have no social media are are so mystical. they really be writing and posting some of the most perfectly crafted pieces of media and then disappearing without a trace

[chinelacanta]

i love putting dragon in Situations <3

BIG FAN of the ‘dragon is xebec’s son’ but i can’t decide if i like it in a funny way or a sad way 😭. do you think dragon thought he’d lose his father’s love if he knew he was taken in by a marine. do you think he mourned garp’s favor when he also failed to be a ‘good man’ and turned to revolution, that he wasted garp’s life efforts in saving a child from evil and a life lead to a death sentence. do you think dragon grieves that he managed to disappoint both his fathers. do you think that when he held luffy for the first time he realized he was no different then xebec, that he’d condemned his child to the stake for the crime of existence, a life of loneliness if he lived, a forced marine career and shackled dreams from his only ‘relative’. hey man what if i cried real hard abt it

[ekingston]

What do you think would be lena's courage gaunlet test

therapy

[iooiu]

sister of four younger brothers = violence at every corner

[frownyalfred]

still thinking about BVS Bruce Wayne who had range enough to go from “I like those shoes 😏” to instructing his subordinate to evacuate an entire building and being the one person calm enough to make that call amidst the chaos of Black Zero. like, the juxtaposition is startling.

[afro-elf]

you are the one who has been in My inbox for days over a white woman who has been AWARDED for lyricism despite writing shit most 16 year olds could probably achieve with some practice./

Ok write a song then. Lets see your lyrics. Its easy to say "anyone could do it" and never do it yourself

how's this?

[onerudegentleman]

I wanna hug your Horror so bad. I wanna platonically hug him. Plz- your art of him makes me wanna platonically cuddle him🥺🥺 he looks so scrungly🥺🥺🥺your art is so MMMMMMM- yesh. Forever keep up the good work✨ oh yeah! And have a good day/night!

dont you have any sort of self preservation?

[chirpsythismorning]

I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat Finn’s drive playlist that he made during s3 filming, with songs like Me and Michael, The Basement, Gay Thoughts and No Woman lmaoooo

[thedevilandhisbride]

very violent in your face reminder that you should NOT grab someones wheelchair and start wheeling them out of the way or to another area without their permission i went on a fieldtrip yesterday to a university and while my friend who was wheeling me around the entire time stepped off to the side to do something, my teacher unexpectedly came up behind me and started to wheel me over to another area when i was in the middle of doing something. she did not warn me or even bother to tell me that she was going to start moving me. this is only because i am in a wheelchair. it scared me and it was not okay at all. its the same thing as taking someone forcefully by the shoulders and moving them somewhere else when their friend who was walking with them stepped off to the side for a moment and they were waiting for them. you dont do that because its rude, weird, and disrespectful towards them- so why would you do that to me, or any other wheelchair user?

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.