#thank you for repsonding

[renonv]

JUST LEARNED YOU CAN FINALLY RESPOND W UR SECONDARY ACCOUNT TO REPLIES YEASSSS

[tilkikedi-blog]

I'm very glad I brought up interesting points, I was worried I was becoming a pest. I'm so glad that you are willing to discuss these ideas with me, because they have been on my mind.

Tangent #1

I should probably go back through season 3, as I don't remember seeing Rapheal as an antagonist. (To be completely fair, I might just be miss-remembering, and now having Rapheal as a sprited character it is influencing my opnion.) But I feel like I always interpreted Rapheal as similar to Lucifer in being strict and aggressive. So when his more "antagonistic" actions were presented I didn't read it as antagonism, but rather "oh, he's like Walmart Lucifer."

I can definatly see what you are talking about in the season 3 epilougue though. There's a lot of unsaid tension in the scene. But I think that brings us to another issue the writers tend to have with "writing as they go." Where they might genuinely intend for the game to go one direction by the end of one season, but it gets slightly changed once the next season has begun. (Also the little rehtocns and inconsistencies scattered about the game)

Tangent #2

I did not hear about Thirteen's reception to Japon, I've only followed the American reaction. Which, there were some people who were NOT happy. But now I'm curious as to how the Japaneese fandom responded.

I would love for Thirteen to get more dynamics with the rest of the characters. Rapheal and Mestipho have the benefit of having previous relationships with the rest of the cast before they were introduced. But at the time Thirteen only had Solomon as a dynamic. But I am definatly looking forward to her gaining more dynamics, like they introduced with Barbatos.

I definatly agree that they seem to be doing a tsundere approach with Mephisto, especially considering the interactions between him and Thirteen. The little Stan vs Anti-Stan thing is kinda funny to me.

Honestly, just RIP to Raphela this season, I hope next season does him better. But were gonna have to wait and see. I honestly don't think the next season can fix this plot twist, but they might add something that will make it better? (Probably not)

Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to guess this plottwist. The "hints" given don't feel like hints. I'm wondering if maybe there were possibly more "hints" that were lost in translation (im thinking something like formality. I dont know how formal Micheal and Rapheal speak compared to each other, but maybe if one was more formal that could have hinted). But even then it really feels out of nowhere.

Can't believe Micheal is a theatre kid.

Tangent #3

I agree with your purpose of the HL/unlockables. And I also agree that filler should be kept to a minimum (keep that shit in the events).

In my personal opinion, the unlockables(A,B,C) are easier to unlock, and therefore more "vaulable" information can be placed there. Things like world building, or important character moments. 65-A is a pretty good example of what I would expect in unlockables. It gives the audience more information about Simeon, and also serves a good character moment for Lucifer.

For Hard Lessons, I would want the focus to be on the characters not in the main plot. A brief look at what some of the other characters are doing/how they are feeling about the main plot. (Mephisto and Thirteen bar scene would be a good example).

I would have to think a lot more about which information is so "valuable" that it must be presented in normal lessons. But I am going to say any plottwist should probably be in the main story.

(S2 is also my least favorite, however my issues are more with how little the character arcs do.)

Most importanly: The Micheal Rant(TM)

First, The "Nice" Micheal rant:

Micheal isn't evil. He's just sad (like all the other angels) that his brothers left him.

I presume that the nameless voice from season 2 and 3 is Micheal, and he shows regret about loosing the brothers. I think he cares about the brothers, and it even shows a little bit in Nightbringer.

We get in season 3, from Luke, that Micheal is just sad and misses the brothers. He is in permanent sad Boi mode.

He states in season 2 he would make different choices if he could redo things. He's just a sad little (pathetic) boy.

I think a lot of people attribute any bad action from the Celestial Relam to Micheal, when it's more likely coming from Him (Father).

Did Micheal or Father humanize Simeon? I would vote Father based on Simeon's reaction to the Boogeyman in season 3. (Plus with Micheal's precious statements in Season 2, which he says he would redo actions)

Did Micheal or Father start the Celestial War? Who knows. But are you going to tell me that this sad little man, who is just a clingy little boy, started a war with his brothers? That feels counter-productive.

I do not feel like Micheal is that bad of a guy. He is a person, he makes perosn mistakes. But he doesn't seem evil the way a lot of the fandom seems to talk about him. I see a lot of posts that paint Micheal as someone who made the brother's lives horrible. And I just don't buy that.

And now for the "mean" rant:

Everyone needs to stop projecting their Religious Tramua onto Micheal. I feel fuckin gaslight by this fandom sometimes, cause every scene with Micheal is just "sad little baby," and then I look at the fandom and it's just a sea of "evil evil icky man."

I've read too many theories and characters analysis and fanfictions where Michela is Evil. I can read between the lines, I know it religious trmaua I can sense it. It doesn't need to be here, it needs to be in a therapy office, not the character analysis. Please take it out of the character analysis.

The amount of fanfiction I have read that is supposedly "cannon compliant" and yet Micheal is over here abusing Luke. I dont think Micheal is abusing Luke, he's too busy being sad (that's a season 3 plotline).

Like, yeah the brothers probably didn't like Micheal in the Celestial Relam, but more in a way that you don't like your boss. Not in a culty way.

Like this fandom paints his ass as despicable, not even like morally grey. And I'm just sitting here like "are we playing the same game, where the fuck did you get THAT from??"

No but fr fuck that Hard lesson, Raphael stans keep losing I guess 👎👎👎

[bug4932]

@cpericardium SAYING I IRRITATE HER SHES BULLYING MEEEE

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

♻️ 🛠 ❤️ for that ask game :-]

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Thank you ❤️ I am so sorry for taking a bajillion years to answer this

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Yes.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Part of why I took so long to answer is because I haven't actually scrapped anything from the current chapter (that was longer than a sentence). However! I did some digging and found some old writing that got cut from chapter 7 of Misfits! I'll put it under the cut.

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Ingo turned to look at him and they were suddenly nose-to-nose. His eyes widened as he realised how close they had gotten. He scrambled backwards stuttering, “M-my apologies!

He felt much colder without Ingo leaning against him. Impulsively, he reached over and pulled Ingo into a one armed side-hug. “I don’t mind. You can stay. It was nice…”

Ingo froze, and his hands balled into tight fists on his knees. Even though they were technically in the same positions as earlier, this felt starkly different. This felt nothing like companionably sitting side-by side, now he was tense and wild eyed, trapped but too polite to tell Emmet to fuck off.

He hadn’t put space between them for Emmet’s sake. He had done it for his own.

Feeling stupid, Emmet withdrew his arm and retreated to give Ingo his desired space. “Sorry. Won’t do it again.”

A wild noise left Ingo, and he lunged at Emmet.

They collided with a hard clack and nearly fell off the bench. Ingo restrained him in some sort of grappling attack, pinning his arms in place, and clawed at his back.

Emmet had brought this on himself. What had he been expecting? Handing Ingo a proverbial knife and going, “here are all my weak and vulnerable spots,” and then prodding him until he snapped. Truly the height of stupidity. He clearly had no self-preservation instinct.

It wasn’t a verrry effective attack, honestly. He wasn’t doing any damage, and Emmet could easily wiggle his arms free if he tried. His grip, while tight, was easily breakable. Unclear what Ingo thought he was accomplishing.

Then Ingo’s ineffective scratching grazed his key, and it suddenly didn’t seem so harmless. He shoved Ingo away as hard as he could.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me!"

----

If it's not obvious, the reason it got cut is because there was no way it would be Ingo initating that hug. lol. lmao.

The hug scene had several revisions, probably the most out of any scene so far. This is really old, probably from around when I was writing like, chapter 4 or something? Regardless, a fair bit changed between now and then.

[jaal-ama-daravv]

I have just discovered your Emmrich writings, and I love them so very much!

I have a headcanon question for you.

Emmrich says his parents died and then he went to live with the Mourn Watch... but why?

Why would they take the butcher's boy to the Necropolis unless he was discovered to be a mage, and why the Mourn Watch instead of some Mortalitasi boarding school (Circle?)

What are your headcanons around the emergence of Emmrich's mage powers, especially in relation to his parents' deaths?

Hi!

And thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy them 🙏

I don't have much in the way as headcanons for this scenario but more of the canon reasoning -

The Mourn Watch is known to take in young children who possess magical abilities that connect them to the fade and / or the undead. Specifically referring to Rook Ingellvar, whilst Rook may not particularly be a mage, they have a connection to the undead, and the undead wouldn't let their crypt baby go. Regardless, Emmrich possessed magical abilities at a young age and stated to Rook that he was able to communicate with spirits and vice versa.

In Emmrich's initial graveyard scene when he reveals that he in an orphan, Rook can state that it must of been lucky for him to be a mage, to which Emmrich will repsond -

I can't say for certain how long between his parents death and his magic manifesting occurred but I assume it wouldn't be a significant amount of time. The Mourn Watch often adopts young individuals into their ranks, particularly ones familar with death.

It is likely that the Mourn Watch noticed these abilities manifesting in him after his parents' death when they attended to his parents. Since the Mortalitasi are specifically known as death mages, this checks out.

[nrc-extras]

[ Video has been added ]

[ The video starts with the dormuniform of Octavinelle, put up messy and rumpled. Octavinelles Great Shark stands before the camera, disgruntled.

"Crimson," he nods at the camera. "I usually avoid you." The Shark bluntly states, which has the camera whipping around to the colours of Pomefiores Dormuniform.

"You can't just say that!" Pomefiores Raven hisses, before fixing the camera.

"Sorry! The crew and I have acknowledged and taken your invitation for future interactions into consideration!" He cheers as he tells, smiling despite the cameras quality.

Their faces are not captured right.

"And yeah, you can call me Raven or Cameraman! We usually go by our aliases used on the blog, anonymity and all, got it? We're like, an open secret in NRC, funnily enough..."

There are multiple snorts behind the camera, and with a rough grab, more of the crew are shown.

"Is it only me that finds it funny that there is another Octavinelle Student with Red as name?" Heartslabyuls Cat snickers, his white, black and red dormuniform swaying with his body.

"Hey." Octavinelles Great Shark scowls, crossing his arms, and Scarabias Tiger leans in, ready to provoke.

"Pretty funny, your names match, his hair colours and your eye colours too. Are you sure you don't have a long-lost sibling?" The tiger teases, tan skin glinting against their clubs light.

The camera is shaking again, and the cameraman is forced to switch the view to Diasomnias Owl.

"Hello," they greet politely. "The reason our dirty rat (Mouse) was chased yesterday was for provoking our hot heads. You'd think he would learn with Cat in the same dorm as him. But alas..."

The Owl Fae gave a sheepish grin, throwing his arms out in a 'what can you do?' gesture.

The view changes again.

"We're still missing our Mouse as for now, he's got detention, I think? It was lovely to get a response so quickly! I've been following you for quite some time on Magicam, Aros!" They gush with a giggle, holding the camera close as if telling a secret.

The video ends as the door gets kicked open, the Mouse standing there with a maniac grin. ]

You guys rock! Our rat is a bit off his braincells rn, but it's handled! We eagerly await a response!!

Also aros, if you need anything on any student, know I have my eyes everywhere ;)

— Pomefiores Cameraman, the crew @nrc-extras

I just realised how rude my words were, sorry about that.

— Octavinelles Great Shark, the crew @nrc-extras

[ The video starts with a greeting.

"Aros~!!!" Pomefiores Cameraman calls out, filming the corridor. "Wait shit— don't tell vil said that." The camera is fumbled with, grumbling can be heard.

The view turns to the window, and a sleek glove and black arm are seen opening the window. The camera zooms in on two students, chasing a third and fighting each other on the way.

The chasers, nor recognisable, were Scarabias Tiger and Octavinelles Great Shark. The chased, the Mouse of Heartslabyul.

"Geez, I wonder what he did today."

The video ends with a wave to the camera. ]

And here I was, trying to make a super cool video for you, Aros. My crew is very fight happy. It has me concerned even!

Have a great day you all~

— Pomefiores Cameraman, the crew @nrc-extras

Edit; concerned? Don't make me laugh. You threw your glove at me.

— Scarabias Tiger, the crew @nrc-extras

You have recieved (1) Notification from Aros Clairze-Allaine , @nrc-asteryn-crew ]

[ There is a slight pause, for a couple of the seconds, while the camera is propped up on what seemed to be a specially made stand, proper lighting coming through the back, just as one would expect from a celebrity like Aros was.

The phone's camera was positioned so that Aros' upper torso and face were visible and centered in the camera, much like one would present themselves in a typical video call.

"Hello, Ah- ...Raven? Is- it alright to call you that? I'll assume so, for now, however please feel free to correct me if there is another term you'd rather me use."

He greeted, with a small, polite nod.

"It is certainly... a change of pace to have a video such as this in my inbox. Your 'super cool video' has been received with amusement. Your crew seem like a lively bunch, as is the 'crew' I too find myself in. They are... very, 'fight happy', as well.

"My my, I am no such thing! Your words truly wound me, Aros."

Another voice chimed in, sounding to be farther away from the camera than Aros was. Aros stepped back, and turned his head around, for a brief moment, solidifying this belief, scoffing, though fondly.

"Would it kill you to not eavesdrop for once in your life, Crimson?"

Aros spoke exasperatedly, bringing his attention back to the camera after he had glared half-heartedly at Crimson, and spun the phone into a landscape position instead, the camera now capturing more of his room behind him, featuring Crimson sprawled out onto his bed, messing up what was otherwise quite a neat area.

"Who knows! I certainly wouldn't want to try it. Who knows what would happen!"

Crimson responded, with an exaggerated, yet obviously fake gasp, his tone filled with cheek and sarcasm alike.

Aros rolled his eyes at Crimson's antics, before addressing the camera again.

"I shan't drag this on too much longer, though I do send my well wishes to... uhm- was that... Mouse, perhaps? And Tiger and Shark. I hope they haven't gotten themselves into... too much trouble."

He spoke, with a slight chuckle, while Crimson can be seen grinning amusedly at Aros as he spoke, sitting on the edge of his bed now.

"If there's anything you need, Raven, even if trivial, feel free to keep reaching out."

"Say Hi to Shark-ie for me, whoever's watching! Hm... I do wonder which traits of theirs are more shark-like. Ehe~"

Crimson piped up, having suddenly popped up behind Aros, in a tone that sounded equal parts teasing, and serious, throwing up finger guns at the camera, accompanied by a playful wink.

"Sure. And that, I suppose."

Aros tagged on, about to give the camera a wave when-

"Oh oh! If you find out what Mouse-y did to get chased by the others, I'd be very amused to kno-ww~!"

Crimson continued, in a singsong voice, giving the camera finger hearts, seeming very content to be messing with Aros, as well as the people who would inevitably be watching the video later, all at once.

"As long as you're not planning on using it for blackmail, or some kind of business leverage..."

Aros responded with a sigh, raising an eyebrow at Crimson, who only giggled in response, blowing Aros a kiss with teasing grin.

Aros just sighed, and turned back to (finally) give a polite wave to the camera, Crimson giving a much bigger wave in the back, before the video abruptly ends. ]

- Aros (and Crimson)

[ponyosmom35]

protective

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter eight!

summary: reader is harassed, ghost takes matters into his own hands and fixes it.

warnings: cursing, blood, gore, use of c word, creepy guy, harassment please don't read if that is potentially triggering!

Liability masterlist

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

After a rowdy dinner, she returns back to the med bay where she needed to do her rounds. She was working the nightshift to cover the other medic who was running a fever this morning. She didn’t mind the change. After her intense conversation with Price she had been trying her best to show him how much it meant to her that she was here. When someone needed to cover she volunteered, despite having her normal hours for the next morning. She could handle it. 

Phoebe walks out of a patients room and notices a soldier sitting in one of the waiting chairs. She walks up to him with a small smile. “Hi, do you need treatment?” 

“I do actually, Keneth Johnson” he says reaching his hand out, she goes to shake it and he takes her hand and kisses it gently. She pulls her hand back and writes him name down. 

“Okay Keneth, what’s going on?” she asks 

“I’d rather talk in private” 

“Of course, come this way” she says leading him into a private exam room. She sits on the stool and watches as he makes himself comfortable, his intense gaze causing her to shift awkwardly. 

“How can I help you today?” she asks

“You see I have a problem” he gestures to his pnats, specifically the obvious boner he had. She nods, and keeps a neutral expression. 

“You’ll have to be more specific, is there something medically wrong with you tonight?” she asks 

“Yes Doctor, I’m in dire need of an full body exam” 

“Okay, if you’re going to waste my time then I’m going to have to ask you to leave” she says in an even tone, trying to keep the situation from getting out of hand. 

“You’re a doctor! How are you going to deny me the right to medical attention”

“Keneth this is highly unprofessional” 

“You have to help me miss!” he demands 

“Leave” she replies angrily 

“And if I say no?” he repsonds, as he stands to his feet and walks over to her. 

she glances at the door, realzing that in order to get out she’d have to get through him. She was alone in the med bay, nobody would hear her. He pauses, mere inches from her and she shoves him back as hard as she could “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Or what? Are you gonna tell Ghost?” 

“Without a doubt” 

“I heard he hates you since you stopped fucking him, can’t imagine he’d care too much” 

“Do you really wanna find out?” she threatens, watching as his face registers her words. Just the mere threat of Ghost was enough to get him to back off. 

“Whatever, you’re a fucking c*nt anyways” he snaps before rushing out of the door. 

Ghost sighs as he nears the medical unit, he went over his apology in his mind hundreds of times. Feeling frustrated with himself for getting this worked up over the situation. He rubs his gloved hands together nervously. He was thankful for the mask, knowing that she’d instantly be able to see how uncomfortable he was without its protection. Ghost is annoyed as one of the younger soldiers stomps out of the exam room. They make eye contact and his posture stiffins. He begins to walk quickly

“evening Lieutenant”

“Is y/n working?” Ghost asks

“I uh - I’m not sure Sir”

“Keep moving soldier” he responds, narrowing his eyes at the kids suspicious behavior. Ghost watches as he scurries away, he looks around for the ginger haired medic. He spots her walking out of the exam room and frowns. She moves over to the table and takes off her gloves, breathing heavily as her body trembles. She leans against the table, unaware of his presence. 

“y/n?” he questions, he watches as she jumps yelping loudly in surprise. She looks up at him and holds her hand to her heart. 

“Lieutenant” she says in a shaky voice “you surprised me”

“Is there a problem here?” he asks, moving past the seating area and closer to her. She backs away instinctively and his heart shatters. Something had definitely happened. She was sacred.  

“No everything’s fine” she lies “what can I help you with?”

“Are you lying to me?” 

“No sir”

“If I ask you a question I expect the truth” he says lowly. She swallows warily. 

“Nothing happened” she says apprehensively 

“Did he hurt you?” he demands 

“No”

“Did he try to hurt you?” he asks, she pauses and looks away from him before meeting his eyes once more. 

“No” she lies 

“I don’t believe you. I will be checking the cameras tomorrow”

“No ghost-” she stops him holding her hand out “he didn’t hurt me, he just… he scared me” 

“In what way?”

“Listen there really is no problem here, no need to tell Price or anyone else” 

“Thats why you’re covering for him? You think when Price finds out you’ll be kicked off base?” he questions 

“How do you know about that?”

“There’s not much I don’t know about”

“I can’t risk going home, I’d rather just put this behind me” she states 

“Thats really what you want?” 

“Yes” she answers 

“Right, well have a good night then” he says before walking away.

-

The rest of her shift went by without any issues. She was worried that she’d be seeing Ghost again, but he never did show. She was thankful that he decided to let it go. She was working hard to stay on price’s good side, she wanted nothing to do with drama at this point. It was 5 am when one of the other medics arrived. she greeted her happily and begun debriefing her night shift. They are interrupted by two solidres dragging in another who had been beaten to the pulp. She gasps and the pair run over to him. He was unconscious and bleeding. 

“why don’t you get soem rest, I got this. Just be back by 9” 

“Are you sure? I’m totally fine to tough it out, I can get more coffee-”

“Get some sleep”

She smiles and discards her gloves and walks through the base. She passes by Price and Ghosts offices on the way. The sound of Price’s voice echos through the hallways. She peaks inside curiously and notices the Captain screaming at Ghost who had his arms crossed. She accidentally makes eye contact with him and her eyes widen. She nods to him awkwardly and hurries off towards her room. Her heart stops as a door opens behind her. She continues walking, hoping that it wasn’t her that he wanted. 

“y/l/n get your ass in here now!” he roars

“Fuck” she murmers, unsure what she’d done this time. She nervously walks into the room, instantly getting chills throughout her entire body at how tense it was. “Sit down”

“Sir may I ask-”

“Shut your mouth, you will speak when spoken to” he snaps, she stops and her mouth dries as her hands sweat, she anxiously awaited his next words. He sighs and takes off his hat, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“My Lieutenant was informing me about the incident that took place last night in the med bay, he tells me that another solider was sexually harassing you, is that true?”

“I uh- Sir listen this must be a misunderstanding-”

“Are you saying that this did not occur?”

“No - I mean yes it did but-”

“I watched the footage” Ghost says, cutting her rambling off

“What?” she asks 

“And you feel that what you saw in the footage warranted a proper beating?” Price yells

“Yes”

“Goddamit!” he responds slamming his hand on the table, he points his finger at him as he begins to yell “you could’ve killed him! How do you think it looks having my Lieutenant beat a insobordante solider near death? How am I to handle this?” 

“That was you?” she asks, recalling the solider who’d she seen earlier “why would you do that?”

“You had no part in this?” Price asks her

“No!” she expresses 

“Is that true Ghost? You acted on your own accord after seeing this footage?” 

“Yes sir” 

“Lieutenant I’ll deal with you later” Price says 

Ghost stands wordlessly and walks out of the office leaving her alone with the angry captain. She shifts in her seat uncomfortbaly, her eyes wide and glossy. He sighs and takes out a cigar, lighting it. He offers it to her and she shakes her head.

“Are you okay?” he asks 

“Yes”

“I will be reviewing the footage and dealing with Keneth, he won’t be bothering you or anyone else again”

“Thank you”

“Ghost tells me that you tried to cover it up because you thought this would be strike three, is that true?” he asks 

“Yes”

“This is not something I would punish you for, this was not your fault”

“I didn’t wanna keep creating drama, but I guess I did anyways”

“What Ghost did is not on you”

“Captain if i may” she starts, watching as he nods in approval “I know what he did was wrong, but please don’t fire Ghost, I would never forgive myself” she begs 

John Price laughs loudly, a full belly laugh as he leans over, clutching his stomach. She frowns in confusion and laughs along with him nervously. “It would take a whole lot more than this to get rid of Ghost! He’s a fucking necesity, without him there is no 141”

“Right, sorry” she answers 

“I can’t condone violence amongst troops so he will be punished, nothing too bad. Might just put him on dish duty the rest of the week” Price chuckles 

“That’s a sight I’d like to see” she smiles 

“I’ll certatnly be using as many dishes as I can per meal” he jokes “alright love, get some rest they need you back by nine”

“Thank you captain” 

“Grab Ghost for me will ya?” 

“Of course” she nods before slipping out of the room.

She spots the man himself sitting in a chair outside of the office. He looks up at her as she closes the door and stands. 

“He wants to talk to you” she says soflty “won’t be too bad though”

“Ok” he says moving to the door

“Ghost?” she asks softly 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for doing that, you didn’t have to-”

“Get some rest medic” he says emotionlessly before walking into Price’s office and closing the door. 

She frowns as she walks back to her room. Her mind reeling. This man was so fucking complicated. He watched the footage on his own accord, and took it upon himself to beat the shit out of the guy who harassed her. Now he spoke as though it meant nothing, like she was beneath him. 

After speaking to Price for nearly an hourl Ghost exits the room with dish duty and a heavy consciousness. He didn’t regret what he did, he told Price as much. 

“I can see what’s happening here Simon, I’m happy for you really, but you can’t let this interfere with work”

“How do you mean sir?”

“I’m not stupid, I can see how much you care for her, even if you pretend you don’t. Thats fine, just don’t let it take you from us right? We need you able body and able mind” Price warns 

“Of course sir”

“She’s a good girl Simon”

“I know”

“Alright” he nods 

Simon Ghost Riley had been falling for the medic from the moment they met. He knew it, the whole fucking team knew it. But he couldn’t entertain it, if she knew how he felt then things could get serious. This wasn’t a one nightstand, this was the type of girl you marry. He knew that. He would never be able to provide that for her. To put it simply, she was the most terrifying threat in the world. She represetned a life outside of this, a way out. He could not allow another loved one to die for him. She was much safer thinking that he hated her. 

a/n: AHH GHOST IS SO CUTE OMG, THE DRAMA, THE ANGST, LIKE COME ON I'M LOSING IT

[blackdollette]

reqs still open 👀? i want 2 req somno with jack :3 but specifically him waking you up with his cock in your mouth !!

thank you both for the jack requests! i decided to merge the two because they kinda went with each other :))

"talking in my sleep again." | jack thurlow

in my feelings. - lana del rey

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female!reader x reader

word count: 929

contents: somnophilia, blowjob, cum eating, jack is an incubus, cnc

incubus!jack thurlow who decides to drop by on a lonely night…

the truth was, you were partially at fault for keeping your window open just a crack on all the nights you couldn’t bring enough pleasure to yourself. but his visits were the one thing you could consistently look forward to.

you fiddled with a lock of your hair as you glanced at the clock. it flickered 1:32am in neon red printing. you sighed deeply, rolling over as your purposefully short nightgown clung to your figure.

you didn’t consider yourself to be desperate, but what could a girl do? jack had spoiled you by waking you up to the feeling of his vast rod pumping in and out of you while you were simply too tired to fight. your clit throbbed as you envisioned him in his usual attire: fingers adorned with metallic rings, hair slicked back in a tight bun with a few rogue strands hanging free, and his body clothed in nothing but a pair of jeans that gave you a peek into heaven.

you were tangled up in your sheets, picturing how pretty you’d look in his arms, clinging to his heavily muscled biceps as he claimed you and treated you like the whore he always knew you were.

your heavy-lidded eyes fluttered shut, catching one last glimpse of the flowy curtains that framed the window, jack’s choice. you fell asleep with your hand clasped around the inside of your thigh, trying to calm the pounding sensation in your core. you drifted off, waiting patiently for his arrival.

your beau made his grand appearance shortly after, standing right in front of your bed with his imprint pressed against the jeans that rode dangerously low on his hips. he gazed at you through his eyelashes, reaching a hand forward to gently caress your cold cheek. “couldn’t wait up for me, my angel?” he cooed, using his thumbs to part your lips.

he knelt down next to you, pulling the blanket off of your body and drinking in the sight of you. you looked so ethereal, like a piece of art the no one would dare to touch with their bare hands. your nightgown, the white silk giving you a pale glow, giving him a view of your erect nipples and trembling hands. he loved the way he had inched himself into your mind like this.

he got back to his feet, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as he slowly began to palm himself through his jeans. seeing you in this position of purity only fueled his desire to destroy you and at this moment, he just couldn’t resist. 

he whipped his cock out of his pants, giving it a few lazy strokes as short gasps slipped from his lips, eyes locked on you with that lust-filled haze as he touched himself to the sight of you. he brought his tip to your lips, tracing small circles onto them and watching the way your body repsonded to it.

your hot breath hit him on a sensitive area, making him swallow a groan. the last thing he wanted to do was wake you up. he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, using the other to open your jaw just enough to let his wide girth slip in.

he pushed in one inch, then two, until the bulge in your throat ran all the way down to your collarbone. he stayed still for a moment, making sure you could readjust and were able to breath through your nose. once he got the green light, a malicious grin lit up his face.

with a strained grunt, he positioned himself in a way that made your tongue rub against the underside of his cock. he slowly began thrusting his hips, feeling himself throb inside of you. your throat was warm and soft, just like a good dream.

he wrapped his hand around your hair, groaning lowly as he fucked your throat, his balls slapping against your chin as spit and precum bubbled from it. you were already making such a mess, your bedsheets getting sticky as he pushed himself into you, a gag erupting from your throat.

he tossed his head back, hissing as your teeth scratched along him. precum dripped down your throat and you slowly started to regain your consciousness. jack was fucking you aggressively now, using you as a toy that could be summoned upon to bring him pleasure.

his hands firmly gripped your head, your throat bruising as his lustful moans echoed throughout the room. before you knew it, his molten hot cum you cascading down your esophagus, all the way down to your stomach. you broke into a coughing fit, finally letting him know that you were awake. 

his thrusts became sloppier as his deep groans turned into shaky whimpers, his cum pouring down his legs as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you. then he met your doe eyes looking up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock as cum leaked from the corners of your mouth.

he pulled out, panting like a starved dog as he shoved his cock back into his pants and tucked it away. you spat out a few bubbles of cum, sitting up and meeting the grin on his face. “rise and shine, angel. just thought i’d drop by to say hello.”

he gave you a pat on the cheek, kissing you sloppily before fading away, leaving you desperate and alone until the next time he decides to visit.

author's note: in my lust for life era.

[martinfreemanspotter]

A busy month with a few highlights like the Dish podcast and, of course, the release of season 2 of The Responder.

May 1st

Martin was the guest star on the Dish podcast, together with Tony Schumacher.

Also available as full video.

May 4th

A new interview in The Standard about season 2 of The Responder.

May 5th

The Responder is back! S2 is now available on BBC iPlayer.

May 6th

Tons of great reviews for s2 of The Repsonder, a short promo clip and a new project for Martin.

Also, a short tribute to Bernard Hill.

May 7th

Martin and the crew attend a special screening of The Responder in Liverpool.

May 9th

Martin was on the BBC The One Show.

May 12th

BAFTA time! Martin presented the award for Supporting Actress. And he looked great on the Red Carpet, of course. ( x ) thanks to @a-freemaniac ( x ) ( x )

May 13th

New lovely pics from last night ( x ) ( x ), a new red carpet video, Rachel sharing pics. 🥳 Also, this video.

Aaaand this video. So much. Woohoo.

May 14th

We finally learned which role Martin will play in the upcoming Momo film.

May 16th

The official Bafta photo has been released.

May 17th

Martin will read 1984 on BBC RADIO 4 soon.

May 21st

Martin Freeman attended The Prince's Trust and TKMaxx & Homesense Awards 2024.

May 22nd

Martin met King Charles today.

May 26th

We got to see a few BTS bits from The Responder and Rachel showed us Martin's backside.

Wow, that took a while to put together. Good! We can never have enough Martin.

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[dema-heart]

Thank you😭 it was lovely 💜

Just a little reminder

Hobie x fem! reader

Sfw

Totally not a self-insert story

Use of pet names and innuendos

Mentions of a birthday because my birthday was August 6th, and I got my piercing right before it as a gift to myself!

Was inspired by the song below and my imagination running right after I got it♡

"Even when the sky comes falling

Even when the sun don't shine

I got faith in you and I

So put your pretty little hand in mine

Even when we're down to the wire, babe

Even when it's do or die

We could do it, baby,

simple and plain

'Cause this love is a sure thing"

"So" Hobie smirked, raising a hand to grab your jaw so he could get a look at the silver that looped your lip. "Went through with it did ya...looks good on you"

"yeah...does um...do you like it?" Your voice was shaky as your eyes shifted away, his gaze too intense for your insecure state of mind. The hand on your jaw squeezed lightly in warning, careful of the possible sorness it could bring to your lip.

"look at me, doll. So I can tell you how absolutely wicked and sexy that piercing looks on your lips" He said playfully, tone teasing but firm.

Your eyes shift back to his face, first making contact with his lips, then up his defined cheekbones,past his nose, and finally on his eyes. You gave a small laugh before wincing. "please don't make me laugh it hurts" you whined, smiling regardless of the pain. Hobie smiled, eyes locking with yours to make sure he had your attention.

"Now then, pretty girl... it looks amazing on ya. None of that bad mouthing my girl, yeah. Especially when her birthday is so close... and I can't even kiss away the bad thoughts" his smirk never fell but his words were soft bringing tears to your eyes that you tried to blink away nodding to the best of your ability with his grip on your jaw.

Sniffling, you looked up at him. "You can try? There's more than just mouth kisses, hobie...." You pleaded softly, looking up at him with teary eyes. Kisses sounded nice, but there was no way he could kiss your lips without hurting you.

His smirk widden as he got that mischievous sprakle in his eyes. "My my didn't think you'd ask to get freaky so cutely! If that's what you wanted...all you had to do was ask,luv." He chuckled as your face flushed.

"Not that,you perv! You know what I meant." You swatted at his chest playfully as he snickered. The smile on your face was worth the hit. As the sparkle in your eyes came back, tears fading.

"There she is," he smiled. The hand holding onto your jaw, gently turning it to place a kiss on your left cheek, then the right, next your nose, and finally your forehead.

"Love ya ,sweetheart...love your new look, loved your old one, love ya regardless of either, m'kay" He mumbled as he leaned down, dropping his hand from your jaw, to place them both on your waist instead as he leaned his forehead against yours looking into your eyes.

Your hands came to rest on his cheeks as you stared up at him, smiling softly. "I love you too..." You give a relaxed sigh the anxiety from earlier, fully leaving your system. "I'm sorry, i don't know what came over me... i just...Mm..nevermind... just... thank you for..." You mumbled cut off by hobie shaking his head against yours.

"Don't thank me for taking care of you,luv. It's what I'm here for. Making sure that big brain of yours doesn't run ya into a rabbit hole" He said before rubbing his nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss casuing your eyes to flutter closed as small giggles left you.

"Okay okay i get it!" You chuckle, heart swelling with affection. "Now get off so I can clean my piercing. Someone's had their hand on my face too long." You tease playfully, smiling softly before squealing as hobie picked you up, sitting you on the counter.

"I've got it for ya,doll" He grabs the saline and a q-tip as you nodded grabbing your phone to play some music. 'Sure thing' plays and you hum along as hobie cleans your piercing and tells you some tips about taking care of it. You nod along, falling further for him as he goes out of his way to be careful but thorough in cleaning it.

"There all done" He goes to move away and you wrap your legs around his waist, yanking him closer. He has to use his hands to catch himself placing them on either side of your hips. He looks at you bewildered as you move to place your arms around his neck.

You look into his eyes, blinking in false innocence. "You said earlier all I have to do is ask right...well i'm asking..." You give him a sweet seductive smile, hobie watched the sliver ring on your lip fall to the side and felt the way your hands tapped gently at the back of his neck.

"well aren't you feeling cheeky ,huh. Me taking care of ya tip you over the edge, or were you planning this from the start." He asked, smirking.

Hobie leaned in kissing the side of your lip before lifting you off the counter quickly, hands tucked under your thighs as he halled you off to the bedroom, practically running.

Your laughter filled the place as you squealed.

Kinda wanna do the nsfw part, but we'll see🤭

I did it!!! I got my lip pierced last Thursday😭. Thank you to @the-kr8tor and @hobieswifyy for the encouragement through your stories and kind words. (I totally read them twice for motivation before even stepping into the shop ;^;♡) Everyone should totally go read the stories(and all their other works)! If you haven't yet i have them rebloged on my page a lil lower)

Also, the pics are me! That's what my piercing looks like!

[lesboygamzee]

love hearing about your bloodswaps, theyre pretty cool [thumbs up emoji]

hi thank uou . Unrelated but i keep seeing you in my notifs and mistaking your pfp for a tinkaton tahts mostly why im repsonding to this

[luv4byers]

with you - (w.b.)

gif is not mine!

author's note: this is my first fic, I hope it's not too bad. this takes place right after mike and will's little fight.

paring: (s3) will byers x male reader (i'm praying this timeline is okay)

warnings: nothing really, i hope fluff won't harm you.

word count: 528 im sorry its so short

Y/n means your name :)

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"it's not my fault you don't like girls!"

that short sentence struck me harder than anything else could.

i just wanted to spend time with my friends. i just wanted to play dnd with them. but all my friends were kinda busy. busy with their girlfriends. all the time. even if they weren't with their girlfriends, they seemed like they didn't really want to do anything with me. as if my likings appeared childish to them.

take this, for example.

mike wheeler was one of my close friends. but ever since he got a girlfriend (which i have nothing against, she's a nice person), he stopped spending time with me.

but never my best friend y/n never did that to me.

y/n never turned down the offer to play dnd, and he always came to see me. y/n always saved me a seat whenever we went to the movies. when i was with him, i never felt left out. he made me feel loved and wanted.

so instead of going back to my own house, i found myself at his doorstep.

i knocked on the door.

"will, what are you doing without a coat, or an umbrella? you're soaked!" he exclaimed and grabbed my arm to take me inside.

"i wanted to see you" i told him.

"is it that bad that you forgot to wear a coat? was it bad enough that you couldn't wait until the rain stopped? what happened?" he asked me.

"mike, we got into a fight.." i repsonded

"you can tell me after you change your clothes, you're gonna get sick" gosh, he sounded like a mom. "change into what? i didn't bring extra clothes." i asked.

"you can change into my clothes, its all good." i thanked him, and went to his bedroom to get a pair of sweatpants and one of his t shirts.

i went back downstairs and sat next to y/n on the couch.

"i'm listening, you can tell me what happened"

"so basically, i kinda told mike that he was always with eleven more than he was with me. then he just said something"

"what did he say?"

"..."

"i won't judge you, will. you know that."

"i- he said it wasn't his fault that i didn't like girls.."

"oh.."

i was scared. the blood was rushing to my cheeks, and my heart was beating fast. did he know?

"so you like boys?"

"yeah.. i do.. i'm sorry y/n." tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes, i was getting ready for a harsh response.

but instead he said"sorry for what, will? there's nothing to be sorry for. because i'm not sorry"

i looked at him. was it true? or was he just playing with me? he pulled me into a hug, and whispered so faintly, that i almost couldn't hear it.

"i love you will."

"i love you too, y/n"

we both were crying. crying with joy, and crying just with the thoughts of what could have happened if other people found out.

"you make me feel safe. i always know i'm safe when i'm with you." i whispered to him.

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and that folks, is the end of my first written fic.

tbh i always had this in my head and i just couldnt get it out until i wrote it. anyways love y'all !

[empress-simps]

Danger Meter [5]

》Miscommunication《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Warnings: Language

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and Fluff

▪︎Synopsis:Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

》 Masterlist 》Bradley's Masterlist

》Previous 》Next

You pretended you couldn't feel Rooster staring at you from across the room.

You pretended you couldn't see the longingness in his eyes, as you laughed with Bob or joked around with Hangman.

You also pretended you don't think that he's your soulmate.

The past few days has been rough on you, the mental exhaustion evident on your face as the light from the Hard Deck illuminates your face.

"Robby, what brings you here?" You looked over your shoulder, leaning against your car that is parked infront of Hard Deck.

"I know what you're thinking, y/n/n."

You raised one eyebrow, "Care to be specific? I'm thinking 'bout millions of things, Robby." You chuckled, he neared you until he's next to you, leaning against your car.

"I know that you think he is the one." Bob answered, looking at the night sky. You stilled, damn, you couldn't really hide anything from him. Bob already memorized your actions, feelings, and thoughts like the back of his hand.

It's not like you're not the same to him, you know what he wants you to do before he can even say it out loud.

"You want me to test it out." You stated, which made Bob look at you and smile. "Who knows?" You closed your eyes and drew in a breath, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

"I'm scared."

Bob reached for your hand and gave a comforting squeeze, urging you to continue. "Why?"

"What if he isn't the one? I'd feel like I'm betraying my soulmate because of my feelings for him, Robby." You looked down as Bob widened his eyes, "So you admit you like him?"

"Yes. I do like him, but he probably doesnt' like me." You confirmed as bob shaked his head, telling you that Rooster doesn't dislike you. He needs to talk to Pheonix about this later.

"As long as ypur soulmate isn't Bagman then they're okay to me." His statement earned a chuckle from you, but a thought crossed over your head which dampened your lightening mood.

"And with the Uranium mission coming up.. If I ever get picked for it, will I even come back alive? Will I ever come back at all?" You asked yourself, fear evident in your eyes.

"I want to meet my soulmate before I leave for the mission, I might never come back, Robby. Just once and I will be happy." You looked away. Bob knows exactly what you mean as he shaked his head.

"We will come home safe." Bob stated, as he gripped your hand and made eye contact with you. You could feel him determined, and somehow, his words bring you a sense of comfort.

"So hot." You moaned, fanning yourself with your hands. Jake who coincidentally walks past you, winked. "Thanks sweetheart." You made a disgusted face at him.

"What the.. I was talking about the weather. Shut your trap statefarm or else I'll make you eat sand." You shaked your head as he laughed, walking away. "That damn mouth of his, I swear." You grabbed your sunglasses as you sat at one of the beach chairs.

"Mind if I sit here?" You heard someone asked.

Looking over your shoulder, you repsonded "Sure, whatever. Don't think it's occupied anyway." Rooster looked at you for a long while and sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for ignoring yo-"

"Rooster, I forgive you. Let's just put it behind us, yeah? I'm sure you have your reasons." You mumbled.

"It still doesn't give me the the right to be a douche." He shaked his head, being sincere.

"Sorry about Hangman too, he's a fucking asshole, I know." You added. You heard the chair creak as he sat beside you.

He tried to look at anything but you. But his eyes seemingly cannot do it, he's mesmerized. The fact that this is one of the few times he got to see you without your uniform or flight suit is doing things to him. It's not helping that the navy blue sports bra and white shorts are complimenting your body.

And you acted like you don't know he was checking you out.

"You don't need to apologize on the behalf of him. He's not your responsibility." He stated. You chuckled, "Well, I feel kinda responsible."

"You and Hangman are getting into fights recently, I heard that you got into a fight at Hard Deck." You looked at him.

Rooster drew in a breath. Did you know the reason why they fought? Has Hangman already brainwashed you that he's no good for you and that he's a player?

"I don't know what ypu guys fought about but from what I heard what happened it seems serious."

Rooster stilled for a moment, opening and closing his mouth. You don't know? It's a miracle it hasn't reached you yet, considering almost everyone knows about it now. Bob and Pheonix did a good job at keeping things seemingly under the wraps infront of you.

"Yeah, it is." He mumbled.

"Care to tell me about it?"

"Well.." Bradley hesitates, he doesn't know how.

"I don't bite. Lay it on me, dude." You grinned. Rooster sighed, "We fought because of a girl."

He noticed your smile faltered, or maybe that was just his imagination? Maybe he's just being delusional.

"And? What? He likes the girl and you like her too?" You tried to act like that it didn't affect you. But it did, it felt like someone stabbed you as you listen to Rooster talk about this girl that he's head over heels for.

You weren't dumb, you can see that Rooster is hopelessly in love.

"I like her, I think she's my soulmate."

Tears sprang onto your eyes as you try to keep your smile and voice steady, thank goodness you were wearing sunglasses. Rooster didn't seem to notice it.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, but Hangman.. He doesn't like that idea."

You need to get out of here, you need to ne away from Rooster. Tears are threatening to spill from your eyes as you can feel your heart hurting.

"Oh, maverick's here.." Your voice cracked, before he can even ask what's wrong you were already jogging towards Bob and Pheonix.

"Rooster, do you realize how fucking dumb are you?" Pheonix asked, glaring as the taller man looked away.

"So that's why she wasn't her usual self earlier in the beach.." Bob mumbled, Rooster asked "Wasn't she just down because she didn't win?"

Pheonix rolled her eyes as she face palmed. "Are you that dense Bradshaw? It's clear that she's painfully inlove with you! You think she's upset over the football? No! It's because you were talking like you have another girl in mind that you like!" She threw her hands up in the air, almost smacking Rooster in the face.

"You think so?.." he asked, looking down.

"That she's inlove with you and that you're dumb? Abso-fucking-lutely."

He wants to fucking believe it, he wants to think that you feel the same way to him. He wants to think that there's a chance you like him and think that he's your soulmate.

"You better figure this out before the mission, Rooster." Pheonix shakes her head. "Do you have any intel, Bob?"

Bob looked at Pheonix uneasily, "This will be the first and last time I'm going to snitch on her, Pheonix."

He knows that snitching on someone isn't good, but he could endure you being angry at him for a few days than not say it. He knows that this is going to be the important key to stop the misunderstandings between you and rooster.

"Yeah I know Bob, get on with it!" Pheonix turned to look at Rooster, making sure he's listening.

"She likes you, Rooster."

Rooster couldn't process it, he blinked a couple of times. "Hold on, one more time." He urged Bob to repeat what he said, maybe he just misheard.

"She's inlove with you, Rooster. She thinks that you're her soulmate."

Bradley Bradshaw couldn't believe it, his mouth opened as he asked a quite ridiculous question. "Are you sure?"

Bob sighed, shaking his head. Love makes people dumb, he thought. "Look man, if you don't believe me then I don't know what to tell you except for find it out yourself."

"Try to touch her subtly, like brush your hands against hers during class and stuff like that. See if your mark will glow." Pheonix suggested, Bradley hummed, considering it.

"What should I do if I find out we're soulmates?"

"I- Rooster, does Bob and I look like an instruction manual for how to deal with your soulmate?" Pheonix facepalmed.

"I was just asking..-"

"Well then it's a dumb question!"

Taglist [Closed]: @auszimbo @twsssmlmaa @looneylikesbooks @krys-orion

[silversupremacy]

Yawwnnn it is ONE. !! AM!!! I thinj

His ears look fluffy

SORRY I forgot to repsond to this cause it was late oclock I think

BUT ANYWAYS YEA THANK YOU <3 <3 this is adorable <3 <3

And yes he ears are fluffy, if I design a plush you KNOW Im gonna use some luxury soft fur fabirc and perhaps weight the ears w/ beads... He will have to be very soft,,,

[raccwho]

i love your casey desgin a lotttt :D

i got this so long ago and i didn’t repsond cuz i got a little flustered…….. but i’m so glad you do … here is a doodle of him….. i need to draw this freak more.. thank yuo

[theresthesnitch]

20 questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @puuvillaa!

How many works do you have on AO3?

106 total.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,313,884, but that includes a few cowritten things, and I couldn't begin to break down how many of those belong to jus tme.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just HP!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A. Step & Repeat - Wolfstar, Celebrity Sirius fake dating AU, Rated M, 62k words

B. Three Strikes 'til you're out - Jily, Celebrity James fake dating AU, Rated E, 69k words

(I have not, until just now, put together that those two are so similar)

C. Bathed in the Moonlight - Wolfstar PWP, Rated E, 2.1k words

D. Ignite - Jily, 7th year Canon, Secret relationship smut fic, rated E, 192k words (WIP)

E. One More to Love - Wolfstarbucks, omegaverse w/ Pregnant Omega Remus, written with @krethes. 146k words, Rated E, WIP.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Omg 🫥. I do.... sometimes. I really, really love comments, and I need to be better about responding to them! It's a mixture of social anxiety and savoring them that leads me to not responding, and then I wonder if it's too late to respond, and then they stack up, and then I'm anxious over how many there are and I just.... never repsond. i try to repsond to at least some of the, but I'm very anxious about how many unresponded comments I have. (My inbox currently sits at 1136, and I've cleared it out before.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Dusk. However, i have 2 more in the works that (assuming I ever finish them) may be worse.

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

Most of my fics have a happy ending, so I'm not sure what the MOST happy ending was. Maybe Save the Groom? I can't imagine STG James being any happier than he is in that epilogue.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally. It's rarely hate but I do occasionally get dissatisfaction, like "i don't like the way you ended this" or "I read the side along you wrote and I'm no longer interested in the main story" which is weird to get.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

Lol, yes, and.... all kinds? Honestly, what does that mean. I've written MM, MF, and FF. Also Multi (though mostly MMM+). I've also written both vanilla and kink?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

NOPE. Not something that really interests me, tbh.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but I wouldn't be surprised.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had a couple of people ask, but no one who has delivered on it. or at least no one who tagged me the way I asked them to if they did it.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes, a few! I'm actually very fond of cowriting. Quietlemonhush and I have been working on cowriting more, and I adore working with him.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I've gotta go with my Wolfstar boys. 💖

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doublt you ever will?

I'm not ready to call anything that's posted now and a WIP abandoned (though I know I occasionally get comments calling things abandoned). I think it's probably unlikely that I ever write my Voldy Wins AU at this point because I've been sitting on it for 2 years at this point, but it was never posted.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding and tension building, I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking to a plan. 🤣

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it before, and I'm not a huge fan, tbh. I probably won't do it again unless I have a cowriter who is fluent. It's a pain if you don't know the language, and there's no way to really build the dialogue as you would in a language you know.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

HP, but make it Hinny.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Oh, gosh. I think maybe The Way We Fall. Ask me next week and that will be different.

No pressure tags to @krethes, @charmsandtealeaves @annabtg @mppmaraudergirl @eyra @wanderingdonut