#thank you everyone for 300 followers btw!

[tojiscrack]

I started reading liar liar a couple weeks ago but I had it bookmarked on AO3 for a really super super long teime cause I had exams and I wanted to binge read it w/ an all nighter and it was SO GOOD like SO good 🥴 I swear I thought I had a dream about Megumj the next day or sum 🫢

Y/n is so funny like I was gigglinh to myself cause she always has Megumi GAGGED 😭😭 I need to know the inspo for the way she is cause I’ve never reas a xhafacter like her before EVER - and I read a lottt of fics (not just for Megumi but Sanemi, L, Kakashi, Zoro, Oikawa, Kaneki and I’m forgetting some but yeah)

Plzz don’t die I really like ur work and I’m thinking of making a tumblr account fr so I can actually send messages and stuff with a real account 😎

‘liar, liar’ masterlist here:

oh… a long message 🙂 (🫢😫😩🥳🤩🤪😁😋🥳🥳🥳🥳)

pulling an all nighter for this story is crazy to me bc i’m pretty sure all of the released chapters (4/?) bring the word count to some number over 80k so… your eyes must’ve been STRAINED after that 😟

but that’s so nice of youuu 😭💞 i’m sooo glad you enjoyed it (i say that to everyone but that doesn’t mean that i mean it any less)!!

as for the inspo for y/n’s character… this is gonna sound so generic, she’s a self insert 💀 i mean, i don’t like megumi in that way (if anyone knows me, they know i’m in love with GOJO my literal soulmate) but because my writing is always rom-com — extra emphasis on the com — i needed a character that would bring my readers extra amusement, and who’s better in doing that than the funniest person on the planet, also known as ME?

i also just really enjoy writing funny scenes, it gets me excited and giddy and more motivated, yk?

a lot of the stuff i wrote in y/n and megumi’s story is shit that’s happened in my own childhood, so yeah, i get why you wouldn’t find a character like her in any other fic lolol (i’m showing off but i’m not — i am).

ty for your really kind message <333 and you absolutely should make a tumblr account so i can follow you and we can talk all day long about everything under the sun pookie ❤️‍🔥

[corvusphobia]

Sorry!

Well, hope that makes a lot of people happy or angry or whatever. Btw thanks for 300 (almost 400 at this point) follows, dunno how dead this gonna be when my motivation dies, but as long as everyone having fun Here is a gift, hope you enjoy it, I am sure some of you would

[4doll]

Theo i'm already read all your rules for request and in that rules you will write +18 but , in the rules you will not accept it says sexism . does that mean sex?! correct me i was wrong . btw, did I request Michael myers , brams heelshire , and bo Sinclair the s/o really likes getting her big tits massaged .❤️😩

You don't have to do it , if you don't feel comfortable wit it .

Btw, i like your blog

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

Micheal first discovered that you liked having your breasts massaged when you were riding him and started to massage your own breasts.

He watched you for a moment, his hands moving up to your waist.

His hands simply took yours off of your breasts. You were confused at first

Then Micheal started to massage them for you, enjoying watching you realize what he was doing and ride him even faster.

After that he had started to massage your breasts during when you would ride him and with positions he could do so.

He loves running his fingers over your hard nipples, grazing over them enough for you to feel it while he’s massaging them.

He also has discovered he loves massaging your breasts, the pure pleasure of watching you ride faster and harder as he massages them turns him on.

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄

Even if he didn’t know that you liked having your breasts being massaged he was obsessed with your breasts.

His hands were always on them, he never noticed how your breath hitched up or the small blush on your face every time he had his hands on your breasts.

But when you letting him thrust up into you he watched you intently as you massaged your own breasts, clenching around him tighter.

He quickly understood, moving your own hands out the way and does it for you. Looking up at you in awe waiting to see your reaction.

His fingers ran over your harden nipples and you came. He was absolutely even more obsessed with you, watching you cum from his a simple touch over your nipples made him teeter over the edge of an orgasm.

After you and him calmed down and cleaned up he asked “So you like when I massage your breasts?” he noticed the small blush on your face and took that as a yes.

He was obsessed with your breasts before but was even more obsessed now. After learning how you can cum from a simple massage and his fingers running over your nipples.

Ever since then every single time you fucked his hands were on your breasts no matter how complicated the position was.

And ever since then he likes cow girl and missionary. Making it easy to massage and touch them.

He loves watching them bounce in his hands as he thrusts into you.

𝐁𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑

He’s very observant, so the first time he had touched your breasts during sex he noticed how you clenched around him and how you rode him even faster.

During when he first touched your breasts during sex he asked “You like that, huh?” and you nodded as you rode him faster.

Ever since then he would massage your breasts during sex and not during sex.

He loves to surprise you from behind when you’re doing something by him putting his hands over your breasts and pulling you close to his chest.

When he doesn’t get to massage your breasts when his hands are full or if the position doesn’t work for him to massage them. He just watches you massage your own breasts, he thrusts into you faster after watching you.

He finds it so hot when you moan and massage your own breasts and clench around him from your own touch.

He also ever since he found this out he has been obsessed with your breasts, he was obsessed with them before but even more obsessed with them after seeing you ride him faster from your own touch.

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A/N: To answer Anon, no that doesn’t mean sex! And btw thank you! Also for everyone because I’ve hit 300 followers I’ll be posting 3 fics / headcanons over the next few days🤭 Thank you so much for 300 followers btw! <3

[somewhereincairparavel]

congrats on 300 followers!!!

anyway, do you think you could make a drabble of Pollux and Castor picking strawberries and just bickering with each other? like being brotherly and stuff? you don’t have to if you don’t want to btw, just a suggestion!

"Let's party!"

-Platonic! Castor × Pollux

Author's note: thank you anon! My 300 follower event is honestly so fun to do! Also ahh Castor and Pollux are so underrated! I had to research on Dionysus children to write this efficiently, also anon, you made me realize how mis-characterized Dionysus children are :( they are so underrated and great?? Thank you for making me realise this. instead of strawberry picking, I chose grape picking, I hope you don't mind! This is a little short though, I'm sorry, but Enjoy!

"Yo Polly, these grapes have worms in them, Dad's going to disown us if he sees us making wine from these decayed fruits"

Pollux stopped picking his grapes from the vines. "I didn't pick that! You did! I saw you put them in the basket"

"Nah dude, I'm the finest fruit picker in camp, I don't disgrace our dad like that" Castor snided.

"No it was definitely you who picked that"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"stop it both of you! you're giving me a headache, these plants can't grow with both of you yapping like ducks!" a random demeter kid barked as she passed by, she was attempting to grow strawberries in the camp half blood fields.

Castor and Pollux rolled their eyes at the same time. Typical demeter kids and their you-must-grow-plants-like-your-life-depends-on-it behaviour. But then again, Demeter and Dionysus kids were the "plant kids" of camp, so they were in no position to comment.

Castor hated being known that way. Everyone always thought that Dionysus kids were lazy, conceited, aloof, drunk, and useless. But it wasn't true. He wished people saw the good side. Sure they didn't have fancy powers like the other demigods, but so what?

Dionysus kids were the life of the parties, they arranged the snacks, the games, they helped campers with their mental health counseling and they were good at theatre and opera performances.

But their dad didn't seem to care about what people thought of him. I mean, castor knew his dad had heard the demeaning whispers of campers conceding him, but the wine lord didn't give a flying fuck. So why should Castor?

"Cas?" Pollux looked at his twin in concern, "you good, bro?"

"O-oh, yeah. I'm fine. Let's continue picking, we need the wine to be supplied to the big house by 5PM" Castor evaded the topic, but Pollux knew his brother was lying.

"Alright fine. I am the one who picked the decayed grapes, not you. You are the master of grape picking. There, feel better?" Pollux asked, with a smile in his eye.

"Yeah. I feel better, thanks polly" Castor laughed lightly. Even if his brother didn't know what was making him sad, he still made him laugh.

"By the gods, can you please stop calling me that? 'Polly' sounds like something a doll who's hair had been washed with dish soap by a little girl would be named as."

Castor broke out into fits of laughter.

"Now that was a little too specific, dude, have you met a doll named polly who has bad hair?" He asked in between his laughs.

"Yeah. As a matter of fact, i did, actually" Pollux glared.

"Well, that explains it." Castor concluded. "Polly" he added slyly.

Pollux sent grape vines to tangle his brother's legs, Castor ran away laughing his head off as Pollux began chasing him throughout the fields of camp. The grape baskets being completely forgotten on the ground.

Unbeknownst to the twins, Dionysus was watching them both amusedly from the big house windows, sipping on his diet coke, muttering "Silly kids".

[gibberishfangirl]

300 FOLLOWERS ♥︎𝜗𝜚

OMGG?? it’s only been about one week since we’ve hit 200 followers and we’ve grown to a little over 300 now ?!?! 😭 thank you so much for the support everyone! i was having such a bad case of writers block that lasted for like 2-3 weeks. however, i’ve been feeling so much more motivated to write again! im definitely back and better than ever. thank you again to those who have been patient with me <33 i did close requests since i received so many (THANK YOU ALL FOR THAT BTW i love seeing all your ideas) which i wasn’t expecting to see. i will open them back up once i catch up all my previous requests! im glad to see so many of you enjoy my writing, thank you all once again and have a great day everyone! 😊💚

[anzynai]

Hi hi! It’s me again ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

For your 300 followers event, (congrats btw!!), could I request a Drabble with Riddle, Trey, and Chenya when they were kids? Like Riddle’s having a bad day because he’s really stressed with all the work his mom gave him and so Chenya and Trey decide to cheer him up?

I didn’t see anything about a character limit on it, so if you have to trim it down to just two that’s fine! I’m excited to see what you write! ☺️

HEYYY THANKS FOR THE ASK!! i will always love lee riddle too (and so does everyone else bc the amount of lee riddle requests i get is literally insane) anyway, it was fun writing them as tiny kiddos and i hope i wrote them well!! enjoy :))

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“what’s wrong, riddle?” little chenya pouted, poking riddle in rhe side. when riddle had gone out to play with them for the day, both trey and chenya could tell that he was feeling down. and what kind of friends would they be if they didn’t try to cheer him up?

“hkk!” riddle gasped, before shaking his head. “s-sorry. it’s just there’s so much i have to do when i get back. even being here is gonna make me get finished with it later.. um— not that i don’t wanna play with you guys! it’s just—“ riddle rambled, not realizing the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. trey put a comforting hand on his shoulder and he abruptly stopped. riddle rubbed his arm, sheepishly. “sorry..”

“it’s okay! work is stressful, you know?” trey said. “we can cheer you up, if you want. we can’t do your work for you, but chenya and i have this little thing we do when we’re sad.” chenya’s face lit up at that.

riddle wiped his eyes, but he looked curious. “what is it?”

“tickling!” chenya exclaimed, pouncing on riddle as he was still processing.

“w-wahahait, tihihihickling..?!” riddle burst into giggles immediately, his reflexes telling him to push chenya away. trey smiled before he decided to join in as well.

“it works pretty well on us, so maybe it’ll make you happy too,” trey explained, his small hands working at lightly pinching his abdomen. chenya went straight to tickling his ribs and armpits. even when riddle’s arms were clamped down, it offered little protection again chenya’s merciless hands.

“t-trehehey! cheheheenya!” riddle giggled, bubbly and light and absolutely adorable. chenya laughed along with him, and soon, trey was as well. laughter was quite contagious, indeed.

minutes later, the three were spread out side by side in the grass and all that could be heard were the sounds of riddle trying to catch his breath, and residual giggles from all three, which was ironic because riddle was the only one being tickled.

“are you happy now?” chenya asked, and riddle smiled.

“yeah. i’m happy.”

[jumpscaregoose]

ok I'm finally doing it I'm finally drafting up this post. if you've spoken to me about shaman king literally ever or even followed this blog for more than two days you know this one

goose's Renmei Thoughts™ aka:

(thanks @gelatinous-jellyfish for making me this wonderful image a while back)

(quick explanation for everyone unaware, renmei is the canon relationship between iron maiden jeanne and tao ren from the sk sequels. I never explain this in the post but if you want to read it and don't know that's what this is. also I mention this takei guy a lot he's the mangaka)

so pov you're me circa feburary 2022, currently unaware of the kzb manga ending or sequels because you got into sk 6 months ago and the 2021 anime isn't over yet. you're innocently googling your girl jeanne for idk drawing references or whatever and BOOM autocomplete drops the most confusing spoiler of all time on you

that's how I remember finding out renmei exists, and at the time I'm pretty sure I was like "oh this must just be a popular het pairing from the Olden Days or something it'd be ridiculous if that was-" it was it was canon. cue a terrible amount of suffering april 21st 2022 when episode 52 of the new anime aired and it was what it is

of course I was upset but in an attempt to not be That One Annoying Fandom Person I sat down and thought about it and gave the concept the benefit of the doubt for a bit and now I have a pretty solid idea of how I feel about it. my renmei thesis is basically:

well that could have been a good idea but wow did takei completely fumble it

part a why it's not conceptually terrible: this one's really simple it's just that they're both similar characters. I'm anticipating you the reader have actually read/watched shaman king so I'm just gonna present you with the chart I made a few months back

murderous child -> oh shit -> what now it's quite similar

btw this file was named "the.png". that is such an unhelpful file name I had to DIG to find it. wtf past me

basically if it was actually written properly I think we could have gotten some cool things out of a romantic relationship between these two characters. however

part b: we didn't

my favourite way to describe renmei is that it just wasn't written. because it wasn't. across over 300 chapters of mainline and spinoff manga they have maybe four interactions, three of which were after they were already a couple (and the fourth one is that time she raised him from the dead and they didn't speak. does that really even count?). and those three actual interactions were flashbacks and not... actually important. I think one of them was just about cheese. as a reader your experience is

2 characters who never interacted -> literally what the fuck when did that happen -> she's DEAD???

when my friend was reading the manga I had to tell her to reread a scene because the panel where they explain it is such a blink-and-you-miss-it moment

literally the same pacing and payoff as CANON DESTIEL.

their entire actual relationship happens during the downtime between the main manga ending and the sequels beginning. and I'm going to bring osp into this because I think this graphic is helpful

(side note as I was scrolling through this trope talk I noticed a problem red brings up that does apply to the sk sequels but that's for another post...)

this is from the osp trope talk on sequels, and it shows the difference in Stuff Happening levels between plot time (red) and down time (grey). the issue with renmei is that it is an IMPORTANT PLOT EVENT (two characters with little interaction having an entire love story) that happens during DOWN TIME, when the audience only sees things through flashbacks in snippets. and it doesn't help that we never get any flashbacks to before the event happened, before they got together. it's jarring because the ENTIRE THING happens during down time. plot time 1 (the main manga) ends with no interactions between them, and ONE scene that's supposed to set ren up for getting Straight Married that in my opinion didn't work. because it is stupid. plot time 2 (every sequel manga) starts after jeanne's death. it's literally the inciting incident for red crimson. their entire 7+ year relationship is encapsulated in foggy down time, and we're expected to care.

and this especially doesn't work because we aren't set up to care. again, 1 interaction in the main manga, where they don't talk (but I will go to bat for the inherent intimacy of raising someone from the dead like we could have done something there). it's pretty clear to me from rereading the manga that takei didn't know these two would get together when he was writing it. that one scene I mentioned where he tries to set up ren getting Straight Married? if you've read it you know it's incredibly vague and with how takei wrote literally everything else it sure doesn't work as intended. or I'm too aromantic and yaoipilled to understand his literary genius idk. it's clear from some other missed opportunities that the jeanne part of the equation wasn't exactly planned from the beginning. which is even more insulting tbh

part c jeanne character assassination: out of the both of them jeanne really got the short end of the stick in terms of characterization in the sequels. I say this because I actually really like ren in the sequels I like the way takei took his character, so holy shit does sequels jeanne look even worse in comparison. the whole housewife thing is eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh, not really a fan of that but I'm also not mad enough to comment. her death I do have some thoughts about. conceptually the beheading herself with shamash thing is BADASS AS HELL and I do like it conceptually, I also know like, the themes. yeah remember that time "atoning for your crimes with your death isn't the right thing to do" was an important part of the plot. TWICE. FUCK THAT I GUESS. there is some equivalent exchange bullshit happening with these two and the continuation of main manga themes and I want it to stop please

part d tao men: one thing I've thought about a lot is Why. why fumble this so badly. why do this at all. what do we get out of this. and the answer is an inciting incident and tao men. and the fumble bag continues because tao men deserved better this is a tao men appreciation account. we could have done some cool shit with his revenge thing but nope fuck that I guess. poor guy

part e contrast: so the sequel manga where renmei is most relevant is red crimson. I absolutely love red crimson I recommend it to everyone. and that's because of jun and pairon (and chapter 9 full transparency). jun and pairon in red crimson have one of the most beautiful relationships I've ever seen. they have an established dynamic and baggage to work through and that's what the manga focuses on. and it works it works really well. however this is also the Renmei Manga, and having most of that stuff right next to jun and pairon just makes it look worse

those are all my renmei thoughts I remembered while writing this post, I think that covers most of it but I may reblog this later with stuff I forgot

[eunoiaastralwings]

inactive because of a head cold – I shall get back to requests asap, sorry for the wait everyone

They are still open btw :)

p.s. thank you for the 300 followers – excuse me while I cry now

[otpcutie]

hii omgg thank you sm for including me in the creative tag!!🥺🥺💗💗 really made my day today🥰🥰 (also i ofc thought of doing the tag bUt then i realised id literally tag everyone i follow and thats like 300 people🫣🫣💗💗)) - @professional-benaddict 🐇💗

Ofc!!🥺🧸 & hehe that’s so fair🥰 @professional-benaddict sorry I missed this until now btw D: 💚💚💖

[huntingingoodwill]

CARMENN!! hi :) CONGRATS ON 300 BTW?? YOU DESERVE ITT IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU :p

okok (heads up i had too much coffee so i have way too much energy i think that comes w sleeping for 13 hours for the first time in MONTHS- im getting off topic ok ANYWAYS)

blurb request from the build a blurb thing so i was gonna ask for fluff but i decided why not break all of our hearts a little

🗣🍯and go crazy w it ig? i literally have no idea i just want angst

oh and again congrats <3

masterlist

pairing: tommy shelby x fem reader

tw: swearing, mention of death, tommy being mean (lots of angry, impolite dialogue because arguments are often both angry and impolite and include a lot of dialogue)

a/n: angst angst angst. thank you for the req razzie <3 you're a real pal. i hope you get more 13 hour sleeps in the future and i hope you enjoy :)

“Leave.” A chill fell across the room as Tommy uttered the word, his voice dangerously calm.

You were fairly far away from him, leaning against the wall in the corner, but even from behind his desk, the icy gaze he caught you in made you feel exposed. His eyes used to be softer when they looked at you. Kinder.

Arthur cleared his throat, an anxious smile pulling on his lips.

“Come on, just think about it Tom-”

“Everybody, fuck off.” Tommy snapped. Arthur’s nervous laughter dissolved. “(Y/N) stays.”

His request to adjourn the family meeting took immediate effect, and your eyes followed everyone as they filed out of the room. Arthur gave you a resigned, apologetic look before trailing off, shoulders drooping in his dress shirt.

Alone in the lion’s den.

It never used to be like this with Tommy. You used to love being alone with him. It was like the world around you ceased to exist, but you were never lonely. You still felt that way sometimes, when he smiled at you, or slung his arm around your shoulder like he did when you were younger, walking through Small Heath. Back then, the pavement could have imploded beneath your feet and it wouldn’t have mattered. You had him. Even now, on good days, when you caught his lips twitching upward, the universe would fall away. It was like you were kids again, like you had your best friend back.

But he didn’t smile much anymore.

He turned to pour himself a drink, making a point to fail to pour one for you.

He was angry. You knew it.

He was always protective of you. Even as your friendship grew more fraught, that aspect never faded. Which is why you knew he’d hate your plans.

You had discussed it beforehand with everyone else in the family and had gotten their approval. After much dread you finally broke the news to Tommy during the family meeting.

The Shelby’s had always treated you as part of the family, but such affection didn’t extend to paper. Document-wise, you had no affiliation with them. You were a nobody. Which is why you were the perfect candidate to keep an eye on Sabini.

The grand opening of his newest club was next week, and the papers had been plastered with ads as his men scrambled to find staff to fill the place. You’d go to London and be a cigarette girl at Sabini’s place, a job of low enough profile, but one that would allow you to hang around tables of drunken gang members, obscured by the darkness of the club and by the dismissable nature of your role. Drunk men had loose lips.

You’d learn about his operations, relaying valuable information back to Birmingham. The Blinders would be one step ahead of him, always.

Tommy lowered himself into his chair, nodding at you to sit. You crossed your legs, picking at the hem of your skirt as you watched him take a gratuitous drag of his cigarette. The grey smoke spilled from his lips and shrouded his face as he took his time, making you impatient with the suspense.

Finally, he spoke. “Are you fucking mad?”

“Here we go.” You rolled your eyes.

“Answer the question.” His voice was low through gritted teeth.

“No, Thomas, I am not ‘fucking mad’.” His name tumbled from your tongue, foreign and prickly. You’d always called him Tommy.

“You’re acting it.” He said, lips curling into a frown. “It’s suicide.”

“It’s not.” You said resolutely. “Have faith in me.”

“Faith?” His voice was eerily quiet, the condescending look on his face making your mouth go dry. Your tongue felt like a pile of dust. “Faith’s not going to help you when that man has a gun pointed at your head!” His voice crested, jabbing a finger against his temple.

“I’m doing this for the family.” You realised you’d been clenching your jaw, an ache spreading across your cheeks as you ground your teeth, frustration beginning to bubble in your chest.

“And whose family is it?!” He yelled, almost lunging out of his chair. “Whose fucking family is it? Who are you?” You felt your fingernails dig into your palm as your hands curled into fists. “You said it yourself in the meeting. On paper, you don’t fucking exist to us. I don’t need an outsider fighting my battles. My family, (Y/N), my blood-”

“An outsider?” You snapped, rage ripping through your veins. “This family has always treated me as one of their own-”

“Oh, well that’s just our problem isn’t it?” He slumped back in his seat, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. “We’ve always been too good to you. But, what can I say? We Shelbys love a lost cause.”

A lost cause. You scoffed. The feeling of betrayal swarmed through your chest, an ugly, hollow pain in your heart. Your own best friend.

“You’ve changed.” You murmured, voice blunt but accusatory.

“I grew up.” He downed his drink. “You should try it sometime.”

“I’ve grown. ”

“You have, have you? Because all I see when I look at you is the naive little girl I met all those years ago. Miserably, pathetically clinging to my family -my fucking family- , the ungrateful one, the one who never listens. Throwing herself into danger. I don’t even know why I’m trying to save her. I’m not gonna fucking miss her.”

“You’re a cunt.” You spat. The insult was almost instinctive, matter-of-fact. A response to the pain that shot through you. It was as if he’d reached between your ribs and wrapped his hand around your heart, digging his fingers into the muscle. It subsided quickly, replaced by an empty sorrow. The fucking traitor.

A silence hung between you. You wanted to scream, call him every awful thing you could think of. But you couldn’t. Your mind was clouded by one phrase.

“You were supposed to be my friend.” The words clawed themselves out of your throat, your voice cracking defeatedly.

“I am your friend.” His fist slammed against the table, words laced with a ferocity he’d never used with you before. “That’s why I’m telling you this now. Do. Not. Go.” His finger stabbed the air as he pointed it at you. “If you go to London don’t expect me to forgive you.”

“You’re not my friend.” The statement crowded the room. “Not anymore. Not this Tommy.” You paused. “I’m doing this. If not for you, for the family. The rest will take my messages.”

“Fine! Go get yourself killed, go be a martyr, I don’t fucking care. I’ll have you buried somewhere nice, one last act of Shelby generosity.” He hissed.

You felt a palpable, molten anger stew within you. You thought of his brutality, how he spoke of you like a burden. You wouldn’t burden him anymore.

"Typical. You don’t care about this, you don’t care about that, you don’t care about fucking anything, and one day you will wake up and realise that that’s exactly why no one, and I mean no one, cares about you.” You rushed to stand up, almost knocking the chair over, your frustration showing itself in your careless, destructive manner. “I’ve spent years caring about you. But after today I am fucking done.”

He looked up at you from his seat, and you forced yourself to hold his gaze. Your chest heaved, the rage within threatening to make it burst.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You said, nodding your head decidedly. “If- no, when I get back from London.”

“Done.” He retorted, immediately taking great interest in a document on his table, waving you away dismissively.

You tried to push the pain away as you turned, storming out of his office.

Tommy only looked up once your back was turned, watching you walk away from him, his head swimming with guilt as you receded into the distance.

[thefoxandthepenguine]

Your Name Engraved Herein (Part 4)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have known Wanda since you were ten until destiny drifted you apart. What would happen when you meet her twelve years later after you join the avengers?

Warnings: Angst, slow burn

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m so sorry it took me forever to finish this chapter. Still a bit angsty for this chapter, but I promise the upcoming will be fluffier (for now). Again, tell me what you think about this by commenting, reblogging or leaving me an ask. Bold and italic fonts indicate flashback.

Btw, thank you for 300 followers! I know I haven’t written a lot of stuff and I haven’t updated for a very longgg while, so it’s pretty amazing to see the number of followers increases bit by bit each day! Thank you so much!! It’s really my honour and pleasure to know people out there actually like my writing! So thank you for each and everyone of you! ❤️ I Promise I’ll definitely finish this series (though I’m not sure how long will this takes lol) as there’re plenty more going on in my head!

Previously on Your Name Engraved Herein: You met Wanda in the orphanage after your parents were killed in the Novi Grad Bombings when you were ten. You became close friends with the twins and even lived together after moving out from the orphanage. However, destiny drifted you apart after the three of you volunteered for the Hydra experiment: you were traded to Dreykov and became one of the Widows. You were mind controlled for five years until Natasha and Yelena freed you from your subjugation. You decide to join the Avengers with Yelena, knowing that Wanda was one of them, after you are resurrected from the Snap. That is when you finally meet Wanda again, twelve years after you last saw her. You thought everything will be the same as in the past. However, what you do not know is that Wanda is grieving for the loss of her love.

Above is a very short summary of the previous chapters as it’s been so long since the last update. I tried to summarize it as best as I can, but I still recommend you to take a peek just to recall what happened. I am really sorry for the waiting 😢

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Christmas Spin-off

Chapter 4

The wall built around Wanda dissolves after that day in the rain. She leaves her room and smiles more every time you are around. It is just like the old day - the two of you have been inseparable since then.

If your life had been a drama…well, it has been a drama. But it certainly is not a comedy.

So the truth is things do not really change much after that day in the rain.

You still try your best to invite Wanda to join you and Yelena whenever she seems to be available. Yet Wanda declines your offer most of the time without much surprise. Even when she is in her better days and agrees to spend some time outside her room, it does not seem like she is enjoying your company anyway. She will force a halfhearted smile to some of the dumb and cheesy jokes made by Yelena before excusing herself and end the night way earlier than expected. She looks exhausted and desolate from behind and you just want to do something, or at least say something, to comfort her. However, you always struggle coming up with something right to start a conversation with her. Your heart wrenches every time when you watch her walking away in silence.

You have never cursed yourself so much for being so hopelessly inarticulate.

But life must go on, especially when you are in this line of work.

Recently you have spent most of your time in the laboratory tailoring your own sets of uniforms and weapons with Yelena and Natasha. You are actually fine with anything as long as they are handy and you have seriously considered going with a bullet proof vest, but Natasha banned the idea the moment you proposed it. Whereas Yelena is very excited about having her own new uniform. So here you are now, stuck in the laboratory and looking at the draft for God knows how many times.

“Yelena, we can’t possibly have anything better than this. Are we done?” You sigh and look down at the finalized version of the draft for the very last time before passing it back to Yelena.

At least you hope this is the finalized version.

“But don’t you think we should have two more pockets on the side? It’s more handy that way.”

“This is literally a walking pocket now,” you tap on the draft and try your best to put the brakes on that idea, “we don’t need any more pockets on the uniform.”

Yelena pouts her lips and you can tell she is thinking what she can possibly put inside the imaginary pockets now.

You exchange a knowing look with Natasha in silence and shake your head slightly in sync. Both of you giggle and step aside to leave Yelena harassing the designer all over again.

You are leaning against the wall when your gaze falls on the door across the room. It somehow catches your attention as you have noticed no one has walked through that door for the last few days. You have tried to open it yourself, but unfortunately it is locked.

And you are definitely not a big fan of staying in a room with potential danger lurking behind a locked door.

“Why is that door always locked?” You cannot help asking Natasha.

Natasha furrows her brows in confusion for a brief moment before following your gaze and realizes what you are referring to. To your surprise, Natasha lets out a deep breath and walks slowly towards the door.

There is a hint of melancholy in her eyes. An expression that you have seldom, if not never seen on her face. You follow her quietly, waiting for her to organize her thoughts.

“Vision used to live in this room. He has his own room of course, but he always said it’s more convenient to stay here,” Natasha chuckles softly and places her hand on the handle gently, like it was something delicate, “and Tony and Bruce would just stay in the lab with Vision when they’re here. The science geeks could stay here all day if I didn’t come and drag them out for dinner.”

You nod your head slowly, understanding why the room is no longer in use now.

People who used to stay in this room are not around anymore.

//

Wanda is a bit surprised, and relieved as well, to find the common room empty when she finally leaves her room to find something to eat.

She is not hungry at all. But she feels like it is about time for her to eat something. It is more like an obligation, rather than fulfilling her own needs.

Wanda gets herself a bowl of cereal and sits alone on the couch to pick at it. She indulges herself with a moment of complete silence until she begins to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

The room is way too quiet to her liking.

She cannot stop her mind from replaying her last moment with Vision, and how the light dimmed in his eyes.

Wanda turns on the television with a flick of her palm. She tries to lose herself in the world of television, but even the sitcoms fail to save her from drowning in her thoughts.

She has not realized until now that spending time with Y/N, Yelena and Natasha outside of her room is the rare moment that she could take a break from the waves washing over her.

Wanda sets the empty bowl in the sink and spaces out until the bowl overflows with running water. She can either go back to her room and curl on her bed until Y/N or Natasha tries to drag her out, or she can take the initiative this time.

Wanda bites on her lower lips thoughtfully and lets the water run on her palm. Maybe this is the change that she needs in order to save herself from the endless nightmare. Maybe she should not just sit around and wait for the others to come to her.

Wanda walks hesitantly towards the laboratory, wondering what she should say when she sees them. She keeps fidgeting the rings on her fingers before finally plucking up the courage to push open the door.

Wanda first notices Yelena talking agitatedly with the woman in suit at the working desk near the entrance. And when she continues to look around, she finds Y/N and Natasha talking right in front of the door to the room that she has not been to since the battle against Thanos.

The room. Vision’s room.

Wanda kept fidgeting the rings on her fingers the moment she stepped into the laboratory.

After spending years undergoing different experiments in the HYDRA research base, it would be an understatement to say the laboratory setting left an unpleasant impression on her.

She knew she was safe now with the Avengers and she was not even the subject today. But she could not help but feel a cold shiver of fear run through her when she was surrounded by the four white walls.

“Um…are you sure you want me to do this? I can’t…I may not be able to control it.” Wanda’s gaze shifted between the Android standing right in front of her as well as Stark and Banner standing outside the booth.

“Please go ahead Miss Maximoff. I can assure you no harm can be inflicted on me by such means.” Vision looked into her eyes and stated it matter-of-factly.

Wanda took one last look at Vision before raising her hand hesitantly towards the stone embedded on his forehead.

It was not like she enjoyed digging into the minds of others. Every time when she used her power to look into others’ minds or create a vision, she would somehow feel the same as that person, though to a lesser extent.

And it was mostly distressing.

Vapour of red hue emanated from her palm when Wanda began to concentrate. She took a deep breath and prepared herself to be washed over by whatever it was in Vision’s mind.

She waited for several seconds before fluttering her eyes in confusion.

Nothing strong came.

There was a lot running inside Vision’s head. Truth and knowledge. Wisdom and the Universe. But there was not much personal emotion, just pure innocence and curiosity. And looking into Vision’s mind offered her a haven of peace away from the stress of the real world.

Serenity that she had not felt in a long time.

“What can you feel, Miss Maximoff?” Vision asked when the magic finally vanished from Wanda’s palm. She noticed that Stark and Bruce were looking at her expectantly from the corner of her eyes.

“Just you.” Wanda murmured.

Both Y/N and Natasha turn their heads and widen their eyes when they see Wanda standing at the entrance.

Y/N is the one who makes the first move. She walks closer towards Wanda and tugs her lower lips between her teeth before speaking, “Wanda, we’re just…”

“This is not what you should be prying into Y/N.” Wanda notices the hurt expression on Y/N’s face and yet she leaves the room without looking back.

//

Wanda actually regrets what she has blurted out the moment she rushes back into her room and locks the door.

She crawls onto her bed and lies on her back, replaying what happened again and again in her mind.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Wanda could not tell how surprised she was when she felt Y/N sitting down on the pavement next to her.

Her clothes were soaked through.

“I’m here with you this time.” Y/N’s voice was as soft and gentle as usual.

Wanda looked into Y/N’s eyes and she finally had a feeling that she was not completely alone when she saw the determination in her eyes.

The raindrops kept spattering on her face and there was this wave of exhaustion washing over her again. She could not help but to lean her head on Y/N’s shoulder. She used to do that when she was upset, and Y/N always joked that this was her special spot.

And this was indeed her special spot.

“What if you were gone too?” Wanda mumbled in the rain to herself, not really expecting Y/N to answer.

She was afraid. Everyone she cared for and loved was gone. Having Y/N back in her life was like a candle lighting up in the complete darkness. She did not think she could take it anymore if she lost this last hope.

Wanda knew Y/N heard her by holding her hand tightly in the rain without saying anything.

She knows Y/N. She has known her since they were kids and they have literally been sleeping on the same bed for more than five years until they could not fit into the same bed anymore. How could she say, or even think Y/N is prying into her life when she knows deep down in her heart that all Y/N wants to do is to help her.

She wants to apologize. She needs to.

Wanda keeps tossing and turning all night. It is one of the few nights her mind is occupied by something else other than Vision.

She does not wait until someone comes and drags her out of her room the next morning. Instead she rolls out of her bed before breakfast time, knowing Y/N is always the one making breakfast for everyone each morning.

But to her disappointment, Y/N is not there when she rushes into the common area.

She thinks she can apologize to Y/N later that day when she sees her. But it turns out she does not even have the chance to talk to her for the next few days.

Y/N is definitely shunning her.

Y/N never shows up at her door and asks her to join them after that day. Hell she does not even show herself up during meal time. Even on the rare occasions that Wanda gets to see her, Y/N is either busy talking with Yelena and stops whatever they are discussing right at the moment she steps into the room, or they are on their way walking to one of the conference rooms and lock themselves there for the whole day.

This is just getting unbearable and Wanda decides she has had enough.

She is pacing up and down outside Y/N’s room early in the morning, finally plucking up the courage to knock on her door when the door springs open right in front of her face all of a sudden.

Y/N does not seem to be surprised when she sees her standing across the door, probably given away by her footsteps.

“Good morning, Wanda.”

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[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

Anisa Anka and #19? Extra Angst please, love your writing btw!

Anisa - Prompt #19 "Do you hate me?"

Thank you so much! I kinda went overboard with this one but I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Anisa x GN!MC

Word count: 929

Warnings: Arguments, overall unhealthy relationship, OOC (Anisa's overworking puts her at her worse),

Summary: Your relationship takes a turn for the worse one day when you get into an argument with Anisa

Masterlist | More Fictif content | 300 follower event

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In the beginning, your relationship with Anisa was everything you could have hoped for and more.

However after you came down from cloud nine, your relationship seemed to change. Anisa was buried in her work, and she would come home at odd hours. You had small arguments about it but nothing major.

It got worse as time went on, with the two of you hardly ever saw each other. She never took time off, she never took breaks.

But you were a proud partner regardless. Her work was important and you knew that, but her health was a concern of yours. She worked herself tirelessly and seemed to get no recognition in return, so you had an idea.

You thought about dropping by while she's working, bringing her a nice meal for lunch and help out as much as you could with her paperwork. Surely, she would like the extra help right?

So, when she left early, you got to work. You made a simple meal that the two of you could eat together, and you packed it up before making your way out the door.

You were pretty excited to be honest. It was a beautiful day out, all the more motivation to help Anisa get out on time so you could take advantage of the weather.

You arrived and waved to everyone around you, stopping to have a quick chat with Sage and Felix, handing them some extra treats you brought for Stella.

You made your way toward Anisa's office and spotted her speaking to another knight. When she turned and spotted you, you waved happily.

She looked around nervously, as if someone would judge her for having you there. You looked around too, and no one spared the two of you a glance.

She brought you into her office and closed the door. She didn't say anything right away. You set the dish down on her desk and took a look at the papers on her desk. "Wow, that's quite the load of paperwork." You commented and she only hummed in response. "Hey, how about we eat and then I can help you out a bit? I'm sure there's something in here I can help-"

"No, MC, I'll be fine on my own." She said, taking a seat at her desk.

Alright, there had to be something else bothering her that she wasn't telling you. She wasn't normally that snippy at all. "Aw come on. At least take a break with me. I miss you, you know. You're hardly around."

"And that's not my fault. There are plenty of people who depend on me, and I can't afford to slip up with this extra responsibility that's been given to me." She said, standing again.

"Anisa, I know your work is important, but so is your health." You explained, "I'm just trying to look after you."

That was the final nail in the coffin. She went on a long rant about how she didn't need you to look after her, she was capable of doing everything on her own. She never raised her voice, but she spoke to you as if you were a small child.

You fired back at her that you loved her and that you were just trying to do something nice for her. You wouldn't have done so if you knew she would be acting so harshly. "Have fun eating lunch on your own." You said before marching out of her office, ignoring her when she called out to you to wait.

Did you really intrude by showing up like that? You recalled the way she acted when you first showed up like she was embarrassed and your heart ached.

When you got home, your eyes were stinging with tears of anger. You felt like she completely disregarded your concerns and just wasn't listening to what you were saying at all.

The next few days were filled with tension. She continued to come home late and leave super early, and when the two of you happened to be around each other neither of you interacted. You wanted to talk about what happened, but you didn't know where to start.

A couple days after your argument, Anisa came home earlier than she usually did. She didn't say anything when she walked in right away, but instead, she forced a smile when you looked at her confused.

You focused on making dinner before your thoughts spiralled. You told her that dinner was ready, and she filled her plate with a quiet thanks. She didn't go to sit at the table, instead, she walked away to sit elsewhere.

You couldn't help but ask. "Do you hate me, Anisa?"

She paused, looking at you with wide eyes. She hardly moved for a moment before setting her plate down, folding her hands in front of her. "I could never hate you," she said.

You almost sighed in relief, but you felt that she wasn't done speaking.

"But... I don't think I'm ready for a relationship just yet."

"Oh." was all you could say.

"But, we can still be friends in the meantime. I'm just... not ready."

You stood there, feeling numb. All you could do was nod. She gave you a sympathetic smile and thanked you for understanding. You didn't understand, you felt confused.

You ate alone, buried in your thoughts. You hoped that maybe things would eventually work out between the two of you, but a part of you worried you would just end up in the same place all over again.

[haitanishve]

hello !! first of all, congratulations for your 300 followers !! you deserve this and so much more - although i'm mostly a silent reader i really appreciate the content you're sharing with us - i just hope you'll keep enjoying what you're doing <3

may i ask you something about kazutora x gn!reader? i'm stuck with this picture in my head: the chilly wind that blows softly though autumn leaves, pitch black sky filled with stars, clouds that sometimes obscure the moon and kazutora on his bike, who starts the engine and gets ready for a night ride - it could be sfw or slightly nsfw (i'm almost 21 btw) i don't really care how it turns out, i'll just love to read something related to this concept with perhaps a song i never heard associated to it

thank you so much for the event, it's absolutely not shitty trust me <3

This is so cute please 😭😭😭

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TW: NSFW / PUBLIC SEX

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♧ he loves having you behind him while riding his bike, he loves the way you hug him and how you make him feels strong enough to protect you

♧ he has a lot to talk about so more than often he takes you on night rides just to go away from everyone and be alone with you, he needs to talk and being just with you helps him a lot

♧ always make you sit in front of him, facing him is the best option when you two wanna talk about something and definitely he love it so he can kiss you when he wants to

♧ always brings an extra hoodie just for you, if it's too cold he just hand it to you to wear

♧ he loves fucking you in the middle of nowhere on his bike, making you lying how you can and pounding into you while you hold the bike for dear life is the best for him

♧ "are you really gonna cum on my bike baby? Should i make you cum on me instead?"

♧ sometimes he let you come on his ride, other times he picks you up and makes you ride him, not that his bike remains clean after it anyway

♧ he just loves making you scream since no one can would hear you, and he definitely loves to makes you cry so he could see the soft light of the moon reflecting on your face

♧ he always tell you how much he loves you and how much he loves looking at the shining stars with you

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This was supposed to be fluffy but heh i got carried away omg, hope you like it tho ❤

Here is your song:

[dreadnotau]

Happy one year of Dread Not, everyone!

Yeah, it really has been that long already. It honestly doesn’t feel like it’s been a year at all! Even if you just recently found the comic, or stuck with it since the first promotional post, thank you. This project has been one of the most fulfilling I’ve taken on in a long time. And, as usual, I’d like to say some things on this occasion.

Firstly, hoo boy the numbers are bigger than I imagined they’d be. As of writing this, the Tumblr account has 295 followers, and the Twitter account is sitting at a comfortable 41. That is a LOT of people. As some of you may recall, I made a milestone post when we reached 100 followers on Tumblr, and I genuinely thought that would be the biggest milestone I reach that year.

I didn’t even notice when we got past 200 followers (most of whom were coming from my youtube channel of all things), and now we’re close to 300! That’s madness!! Especially for a project like this that’s being handled by exactly one person with minimal help from a friend. (That friend is @meowchela btw I feel like I don’t promote her enough. She’s basically the reason this comic exists at all, she’s wonderful).

Obviously I don’t want this whole post to just be about the metrics, I wanna talk about other things that surround this comic. Like how much of a mess working on it tends to be. I don’t wanna turn this into me whining about school but, long story short, I’m in my last year of high school right now, prepping for college and writing my thesis (I think that’s the right English word…) and it’s all VERY hectic.

I’m not gonna pretend that I’m trying my hardest at all of this, I will be the first to say my time management is awful, I’m just bringing this all up for anyone wondering why updates are so slow, and why I missed the page upload on catholic Christmas. It all gets a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, but I won’t stop working on this comic, that’s for sure! Paradoxically, somehow I’m more motivated to work on Dread Not if I should be doing other things. I think it’s pure spite at this point.

Speaking of responsibility, I promised more bonus content both on Tumblr and on Twitter on several occasions and, as you all can probably see, that has not happened yet. The simplest explanation is that I often don’t have ideas for what kind of bonus content to even make. Sketches of the characters? Finished drawings of the characters? Scrapped scenes from the comic? Non-canon scenarios and scenes? The characters’ design references? Canon facts about the characters and the world that I wasn’t able to include in-comic? More speedpaints??

I’m sure these all sound great on paper, but I have no idea how much time and energy I’d have to potentially allocate for each, and how much they’d actually impact people’s interest in the comic. For now, the bonus content will stay minimal until I can think of something reliable and interesting to release as said bonus content.

If you’re really invested in Dread Not, though, I’d recommend joining the discord server! It’s not too big, it has around 20 people in it so far, and I like to think it’s a fairly casual server! The reason I’m promoting it here is because it helps with my motivation to work on the comic a LOT. It really makes a world of difference when you can talk to people one on one instead of just relying on numbers on a post.

If you don’t want to join the server but still want to share your thoughts on the comic, the ask box is always open, and so are my DMs! Both here and on my main Tumblr. My main Tumblr got a bit of an upgrade recently, so I’ll maybe be more active there than I was before. Maybe. No promises.

On the bright side, I have nearly the whole story planned out now! I know that might not sound like much, but the story has been very loose with it’s structure so far (as you may have noticed). The story jumps from character to character at near random, some ideas are left hanging for tens of pages on end until they’re picked up again, and the narration in the yellow boxes feels arbitrary at best and out of place at worst, at least when I go back and reread it myself. This is because act 1 was sketched out in it’s entirety before I started actually fully rendering and releasing the pages online. So, the story of act 1 was made in a very “explorative” way, in that I had only vague concepts I wanted to get down on paper eventually in my head, and a blank canvas to work with. The pacing and structure of it has been a little lacking because of that, and I’m doing my best to right that wrong by planning out acts 2, 3 and 4 before beginning to sketch them properly.

Speaking of, I can finally put a somewhat number to how long this story will be! All of what’s been released so far, and what I’ll release in the foreseeable future, is only part of Act 1. Act 2 will be a bit more hectic, and although I don’t have the exact number yet, I’m *assuming* the overall page number of it will be similar to Act 1. Act 3 will be a doozy, as it’ll technically have two intermissions as well. And Act 4 is a beast of it's own. It’s all almost too long to even think about without getting stressed immediately. But I know it’ll be worth it! Now that I have an actual path set out for me, I can try and tackle this growing giant of a project with more of a plan than I had when I started.

Although this is Dread Not’s first anniversary, I’ve actually been working on the comic for quite a bit longer than that. If we don’t count the concept phase, then just the comic itself is nearly two years old! (Jesus, time flies) But I do want today, the 23rd of January, to be the proper and official Dread Not Day. It doesn’t have any significance other than bringing a smile to my face, though. And hopefully to yours, too!

Here’s to another great year of working on this behemoth of a project, and probably several more after that because this story isn’t gonna be done anytime soon! Pour one out for my drawing hand, folks, it’s a long road ahead.

And, again, thank you for reading. Thank you for sticking with me and for enjoying what I’ve made. I hope you’ll enjoy what comes next just as much, maybe more. Stay tuned!

[a-shy-blueberry]

Blue’s 300 Followers Event

Art by @denkissme

Hi everyone just wanted to say thank you so much for 300 followers I can scarcely believe there are already so many of you 🥺

I wanted to do something fun to celebrate so I decided a little event with some options for interactions would be fun.

Slots 2/?

Headcannons

Send me a character and an idea to associate with them.

Ex: "Hi Blue! Just to let you know I'm 19, thank you so much for doing this, I was wondering about headcannons of Tamaki as a father?"

Slots 3/?

Kink Drabbles

For this pick a character and a kink (please check my rules prior, I have a list of ones I love just as an idea as well as the ones I won't right for)

Ex: "Hello Blue, love your stuff, for the event I was wondering if I could see Denki + Exhibitionism? Oh and I'm 21 btw,"

Slots: 6/10

Match ups

Send me a fandom and a description of yourself/personality, zodiac, mbti, likes/dislikes whatevet and I’ll match you up with a character from that show.

Ex: Hiya Blue, hope you are well, for the event I was hoping to get a matchup from Attack on Titan (preferably male, I am 30, I have dark hair, freckles and am fairly tall, I am very smart, and I think funny, my zodiac is Scorpio, I'm a Enfj, and I really love pizza."

Rules:

Basically this will follow the same rules as my requests and accepting anon requests in addition to normal asks but I do request that all anons please have an age included in your request otherwise I have to delete it.

Event Dates:

September 16th - October 1st

One last note, I'll be tagging everything to do with the event as "blue's 300 followers event" so please blacklist if you do not want to see that.

Sukuna + Marking Kink Drabble

Masterlist:

Headcanons

Draken Proposing to you HC (SFW)

Izuku's Crush Confessing To Him HC (SFW)

Pegging Tamaki Headcanons (Smut)

Fics

We'll Be Watching You (Smut)

- Tamaki x Exhibitionism

Honey (Smut)

-Denki + Overstimulation

Drabbles

[heathercubedfic]

odd numbers x

thank you heatherrr btw everyone shut up and read recurrence. heather wrote that. it's fab. sound of the summer

1. give short descriptions of all your current WIPs.

atla - sokka is suspicious of zuko when he first joins their group, idiots to lovers ensues. 1400 out of an estimated 3000-5000 words.

thg - longform piece following johanna mason from her games through to the end of mockingjay. in very early planning stages

h*rry p*tter - an old drarry soulmates au, 1400 words, shelved permanently. might try to rework the soulmate concept for another fandom and pairing.

yugioh - gen ghost hunting au, in which yami bakura is ryou's demon bodyguard, yugi is a psychic, and atem is his guardian angel. 8300 words, needs heavy revision

ouran - tamakyo zombie au. 5900 out of an estimated 12,000+ words, needs heavy revision

ouran - tamakyo, what i have jokingly titled "why does tamaki call you babygirl". 800 words of fragmented scenes, needs work

ouran - kyoya and renge bitching at each other. 300 words, more of a scene than a fic, needs work

3. what makes you love writing?

i think i write because it's an elaborate version of playing pretend, but instead of stuffed animals i play with blorbo from my shows.

5. what do you think is the most important part of writing?

i think i've answered this question before with "research", but now i would say intention. like, being intentional about what you say and how you are saying it, to what effect, etc.

7. what books have shaped the way you think about writing the most? why?

the hunger games trilogy and the ballad of songbirds and snakes, because it only gets better when i come back to it as an adult, now that i can adequately understand the rhetorical and narrative devices at play.

the works of vladimir nabokov and ernest hemingway have also influenced the way i look at writing. nabokov is meticulous and hemingway is succinct, so both of them measure their words heavily in order to give the right effect. reading them has made me more deliberate about my creative choices.

9. what are you best and worst at when writing?

i think i'm consistently strong at dialogue, but pacing is my achilles heel. that was always the number one critique i got in workshop, i never know intuitively where to pick up or slow down.

11. give three songs or images that fit [WIP].

we're gonna go with the johanna fic bc i have a playlist that has fueled so much of my obsession

good lie by sammy copley

fire by kimya dawson

that unwanted animal by the amazing devil (!!!!!!!)

13. describe your writing style.

the characteristics that get brought up the most are my sense of humor, voice, and character work, which are obviously what i focus on, but i'm not sure how i would go about describing those any further without sounding like i'm totally up my own ass about it.

15. what do drafting and revision look like for you?

i don't usually do drafts for fanfiction. revision usually consists of me coming back to a project repeatedly to tweak things and rework ideas that i've grown sour on.

17. how do you determine what mood each project has?

basically whatever i feel like writing at the time. the mood and vibes come with the initial idea far more than any plan for a plot does. heather cubed was primarily comedic because i wrote it for fun, but progressed to be (even if only slightly) more mature and heartfelt as i got more sentimental about the project, despite the absurd plot.

19. do you plan out your projects? if yes, to what level? how well do you stick to your plans?

i plan bigger projects like heather cubed, but my shorter pieces are played pretty much entirely by ear. it's easy for me to get stuck in the planning stage though, so that's why heather cubed is my only multichapter story.

my plan for heather cubed was mostly a list of plot beats to incorporate, but i strayed from that sometimes if it felt more organic to go a different route. i also had a running list of jokes i'd try to incorporate, if i saw or overheard something funny and didn't want to forget, like the mattress store phone call.

21. what are the most important facets of creating a character, to you?

voice is always number one on my list, but i've been trying to get better at zeroing in on character motivations. without a plot, your story is driven by your characters, and i do a Lot of character studies. so it needs to sound like them, and the psychology needs to track.