#thank you for tagging me erika

[kedsandtubesocks]

all of you are the reminders that love always heals and returns to us, even when evening feels so intense and sharp - love comes back and sits with us and comforts us and I’m so grateful and lucky to find it among you darlings

my heart can’t handle how overwhelmed it is realizing how blessed I am to know you all

[jade-jupiter]

I am so sorry, but can we PLEASE talk about this picture of Erika Ishii???

[the-sera]

My name is Sera, you may not know me but you know my past work behind the scenes here and there, such as the Mass Effect trilogy, Dragon Age, Silent Hills, and many others.

I am an agoraphobic indigenous Kanienʼkehá:ka (Mohawk) mixed lesbian who has fought for several years a worsening health condition that is currently killing me. The point of no return is not that far away. I have spent years exhausting any paths and means to get help, enduring extreme and near endless pain. I have sold all I have, spent every dime to my name. I have received various forms of help over the years in this battle, but I have reached the critical point I have feared all this time. And to make matters worst, the family responsible for inflicting a lifetime of abuse on me is stalking me very heavily online, which has not only exacerbated my agoraphobia, but has also made the efforts to build this harder than I could describe. Know that I share as many details as I can while seeking to avoid undermining my immediate safety, I hope you understand. This post is a highly abridged version of the content in the link, the unabridged and unedited version is available below the Read More cut ❤

If you have been following me for a while, you are familiar with my struggle and saw me talking about it throughout the years. There are no other options or help besides this, besides you. I need your help or I'm going to die, this is the last chance I have left. I'm afraid to my core, I still have a life in front of me, dreams to pursue. If you read this far, I know you may be inclined to share and move on, but I am asking you to pause and think if you have a dollar that could make all the difference. I know it can be troublesome to stop and actually do it, I am asking you to please consider doing it.

If you yourself have a health condition, I salute you for fighting your own battle. Regardless of whether you donate or not, if you read this far, know that you are loved.

A warm thank you to @transmechanicus , the kind soul who made this possible. I would be lost and doomed without your help. Erika did not believe thank yous were necessary, but they are. Attempting to save a human being's life is no small act. Whether it succeeds or fail, no thank yous will ever be enough. Even as the pain consumes my body, I am able to feel hope thanks to this. There are no words invented to express this level of thanks, but if I get to live, I will search for it.

(Please don't put tags on this unless it is to actually talk or comment something. As always, kind words are appreciated.)

My name is Sera, you may not know me but you know my past work behind the scenes here and there, such as the Mass Effect Trilogy, Dragon Age, Silent Hills, and many others.

I am an agoraphobic indigenous Kanienʼkehá:ka (Mohawk) mixed lesbian who has fought for several years a worsening health condition that is currently killing me. The point of no return is not that far away. I have spent years exhausting any paths and means to get help, enduring extreme and near endless pain. I have sold all I have, spent every dime to my name. The system, I feel, is indifferent to my situation. I have received various forms of help over the years in this battle, but I have reached the critical point I have feared all this time. And to make matters worst, the family responsible for inflicting a lifetime of abuse on me is stalking me very heavily online, which has not only exacerbated my agoraphobia, but has also made the efforts to build this harder than I could describe. Know that I share as many details as I can while seeking to avoid undermining my immediate safety, I hope you understand.

If you are reading this, you are one of the few people who can help save my life. A single dollar is enough to make a tremendous difference. There is no other options or source of help besides this, besides you. I need your help or I'm going to die, this is the last chance I have left.

The goal is a series of treatments and challenging surgeries that will remove small metal shards near vital organs and bones in my body. It is categorized as severe internal injuries secondary to a traumatic event. As medical professionals have put it, "the lack of immediate surgical intervention necessitates a comprehensive, multidisciplinary treatment approach aimed at mitigating the risk of disease progression and optimizing long-term outcomes."

My injuries are from a car accident which injured me immensely and took the lives of my two closest friends in the world. This page does not ask for the full amount of the procedures and treatments, since it is a very large sum of money that cannot be reached that quickly. The page only asks for enough to get me started in the process and access proper vital treatments in countries of the european union. Adding time to the clock, giving me a chance to fight this battle and launching an important part of the process towards saving my life.

I know you may be inclined to share and move on, but I am asking you to pause and think if you have a dollar that could make all the difference. You may be but a few clicks away from truly helping someone who desperately needs it. I know it can be troublesome to stop and actually do it, I am asking you to please consider doing it.

If this fails to reach its goal, I will die. I'm afraid and I need your help. I still have a life in front of me, dreams to pursue. If you read this far, you are the only chance I have left. Don't underestimate the difference a dollar can make, your dollar could be the one dollar we come short of. The expenses covered by this amount ranges from the medical consultations, medical treatments, surgeries and, of course, accessing said treatment, reaching the places where I need to go. I will have a true chance at fighting for the remaining amount myself.

As for cheaper alternatives, it is mainly temporary fixes that would not fix the issue and waitlists that I would die waiting on years before my turn comes. This is it, this is the only way I have that provides the care I need, in the timeframe I need it, with a success rate that gives me a chance to live.

Thank you for reading this and for persevering in the brutal system we all live under. If you yourself have a health condition, I salute you for fighting your own battle. May we all make it and may we all have the softest of epilogues. Regardless of whether you donate or not, if you read this far, know that you are loved.

I would like to thank Erika, a dear friend who has made this possible at all. Without her, I would be lost. I would also like to thank immensely Milica, who has been on this journey with me for so many years, almost since the beginning. Her medical knowledge and her kind heart, her support and dedication, have allowed me to survive long enough to get to this point. I would not be here still without her. I would like to thank the amazing and loving Dana, who has been here during the good days as much as the bad days. She has been a beacon preventing me from giving up hope. I would have abandonned before getting to this point had she not been there for me. And thank you to Oli, who has been my champion, it is thanks to his help that I can move around where I need to go. A great support and a great friend. I would like to also thank Bruna, a kind heart who has never failed to cheer me on, even when her life was not perfect, she never stopped cheering and supporting me.

I would also like to thank my tumblr mutuals, you know who you are, those who have been in my DMs offering me your kindness, laughter and support in these dark times. Your help has also saved me more than once. You are true blessings. Thank you for never giving up hope during the days I felt like doing so.

You have all carried the torch during the days I couldn't, and for that, I can never thank you enough. I have lived and survived because of you, your help in every form has made a difference in the world. I am ready to fight for my life, and whether I reach my goal and live, or fail and die, know that none of it was wasted. You have all made me a better person and that is the mark of true love transpiring from one person to the next. Thank you for believing in me when I could not. I love you all.

[lewisvinga]

ultimate merc team | george russell x fem! reader

summary; no one expected mercedes’ rookie to already be soft launching a few months into her f1 career. turns out her mystery man is someone fans all know and love.

fc; erika hauser

warnings; ?one curse word i think

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note: requested !lewis n george pics are perf to use bc lewis is so small compared to george 😭😭😭😭

masterlist !

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liked by georgerussell63, landonorris, and others !

yourusername: monaco + mercedes double podium babyyyyyy !! what a weekend 🩵

tagged; mercedesamgf1, georgerussell63

username: miss y/n…. WHAT IS THIS??

username: she’s soft launching ???😫

username: FINALLY A GOOD WEEK FOR MERCEDES🙏🙏

username: used to pray for times like theseeeee

georgerussell63: you’re so small i almost didn’t see you on the podium ://

yourusername: LMAOOO i hate u sm im gonna crash into u next time 😂🤣🤣

mercedesamgf1: pls don’t

username: MERC ADMIN😭😭

username: the last picture wtf i’m so???&-@;&/

username: wdym y/n is taken😭😭💔

landonorris: i guess i know how merc’s ass looks like 😒😒😒

yourusername: george’s* ass

georgerussell63: it’s quite nice isn’t it 🤔🤔

alex_albon: funny one, george! hilarious even!

username: kakdoajcosk they’re all so😭

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[caption 1; all of my money goes to her but i don’t regret it one bit!] [caption 2; 🤍]

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[caption 1; when he won’t let you buy your own handbags… thank you sm my love 🥹🫶] [caption 2; styling my new baby for date night ❤️‍🩹]

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[caption 1; ‘george, take a picture of my the lighting is so good!’ proceeds to make me take ( i kid you not) 478 pictures)] [caption 2; 🌸🌸]

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liked by georgerussell63, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: our job is beach ☀️🏝️

tagged; georgerussell63

georgerussell63: beachhhhh🌊⛱️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 liked by yourusername !

username: what happened to ur bf???? are u cheating on him???

yourusername: ya he decided to cut his hair and shave his 3 facial hairs after i told him not to😢😢

georgerussell63: I SAID I’M SORRY IT WAS A MISTAKE I KNOW💔

username: HUHHH

username: george and y/n dating was NOT on my bingo list what

username: ugh y/n’s fits always eat, thank goodness merc got a fashionista after lewis 😫

username: the way u can see george’s shadow in the 4th pic nobody talk to me 😞😞

username: THE WATERMELON PICTURE?&/,9&/9;&

username: george russell i was unfamiliar ….

lilymhe: WOWZERS😍😍😍 i want u, leave him lets run away together 😘😘😘

yourusername: i’ll meet u in an hour my honey bunches of oats 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

georgerussell63: hold onnnn, not my gf take anyone but my gf 😞

alex_albon: how about TAKE NO ONE since lily is MY girlfriend😒

yourusername: false she’s actually mine🤍

georgerussell63: where tf does that leave me😒😒😒

landonorris: hey baby😘😘

georgerussell63: HELP ME Y/N😨😨

username: LMAODKSLDS

username: IM IN TEARSSS😭😭

username: the first fit is so mwah😫

username: merc serving cunt wowzers

username: how many letters in mercedes ?😋

username: ATEEE

mercedesamgf1: our drivers dating = the ultimate merc team😎😎 liked by yourusername and georgerussell63.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 12

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: I'm tryna rotate as much as possible.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Her name is Margot. She’s talkative but kind. She guides you through everything with patience. Tells you when to close your eyes and look up, how to hold your head, when to pucker your lips. She even explains exactly what she’s doing and why she’s doing it. Despite her demeanour, you still feel utterly stupid. Rather, you feel inadequate. 

Another woman shows up shortly after, as a brush traces the line of your cheek. She introduces herself as Darla, she has a whole rack of dresses lined up for you. Another inward cringe threatens to compress your lungs. 

As Darla presents you with options, you find it hard to breathe. It’s all so overwhelming, especially as a third woman, Erica, appears to do your hair, and a fourth, Nia, to tend to your nails. You could faint as you’re pushed, pulled, and prodded from all sides. 

“I like the red,” Margot suggests as you hem and haw.  

The dresses are all nice but you don’t even know what you’re picking it for. Honestly, none of them suit you. Too much skin for your liking. Not that that stays much; your comfort is jeans and baggy tees.  

Erika hums, “what about the teal, lovey? I do think you’d look marvelous with those cutouts.” 

“Yes, it is a pretty colour. You have the complexion for it,” Darla remarks. 

They’re all so nice but there’s something pitying in their voices. You feel like a child. You don’t belong here. You especially don’t belong with Bucky, apparently, he knows that too. Why else would he have these women plucking and picking at you? 

Margot finishes and brings you a mirror. As you see yourself, you blanch. It’s not bad. In fact, she’s done better than you could ever manage but you don’t look like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. If he wants you to be someone else, you don’t think you can do that. 

You feel yourself shrinking. Your shoulders slump and you wilt, stuttering but unable to say a word. Margot touches your shoulder. 

“What is it? Hon, have I done something wrong?” 

“No, no,” you croak and bring your hands to your throat, “it’s nice. Really nice but... I need some air.” 

“Of course, Darl, Nia,” she shoos away the stylist pinning your hair, “let her up.” 

The women back off and the fourth watches you from the rack, still holding a sparkly black get-up. You search the room and swiftly head for the door. You let yourself into the hall, fanning yourself with your half-done acrylics. You’re happy at least they aren’t long. 

You pace back and forth, watching your feet pass over the pattern of the hotel carpet. You can run. You could just leave right now. The thought only makes your stomach hurt. No, you can’t. Not after he’s gone to all this trouble. You’d hate to seem ungrateful. 

You continue your incessant laps back and forth outside the door. You hear footfalls from around the corner and pause. You should go back in before someone sees you. You grab the handle. Shoot, it’s locked. You wiggle it as a shadow appears at the end of the hall. You gulp and peer down. 

It’s him. You lean on the door and face Bucky. He wears a dark blue jacket over a black shirt and black pants. There’s patterning sewn into his jacket, subtle spirals all around. His dark hair his combed back to the ends flip out behind his ears and his dark beard glints with silver strands, a patch more obvious on his chin. He’s strikingly handsome. So much so, you can’t understand why you’re there. 

His brows form a vee as he nears and he tilts his head, a tick in his cheek, “what’s going on, doll?” 

“Um, just... locked out,” you turn the handle again to emphasize your point. 

“No, what’s....” he looks at you and gestures up and down with his hand, “no, this won’t do.” 

You blink and pout. After all that and you’re not good enough. He raps on the door with his knuckles and there’s some scuffing from inside before Margot opens it. She steps back to let you in and greets Bucky by name. 

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he urges you ahead of him, his hand firmly around your arm, “it’s too much. She doesn’t need all this. I told you, just a little enhancement. I don’t want her looking like a Barbie.” 

“Sorry, sir, it’s... standard.” 

“Doll,” he stops you with him as he plants himself near the racks of dresses. The women watch him anxiously. “What do you think? The make up; you like it?” 

You peer around and stare at Margot. She worked so hard and it isn’t that it’s bad work. She made you look gorgeous but you just don’t like all the layers. You slant your mouth one way then the other. 

“Be honest,” he insists. 

“I... It’s pretty but a bit... heavy?” You eke out. 

“I agree,” he lets you go, “I appreciate the hard work, Marg, but I want to see her natural beauty shining. And these dresses...” he turns, “these aren’t right. I said light. I said... Mm, no. Doll, what’s your favourite colour?” 

He faces you as you stand in shock. You feel horrible that he’s reproaching them like this. They’ve done all this for you and he’s just going down a list of everything wrong. 

“Erm, purple, I guess but--” 

“Darla, get her something purple. Lavender? Lilac?” He looks at you for confirmation and you just nod. You won’t correct him. “Erica, finish her hair, something a bit less... stuffy. Margot, clean her face up. Nia, the nails are looking good.” He turns to you and takes you by the shoulders, “and you, all you gotta do is be your cute little self, alright?” 

You gulp and nod. You don’t know what to say. He saves you from a response as he brings his hand up under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and your cheeks flame at the awareness of your audience. He pulls back and caresses your cheek before parts completely. 

He checks his watch, “don’t got all night.” 

He marches off, leaving you dumbfounded. He’s like a hurricane, coming in and blowing everything out of sorts. You look around guiltily. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Margot assures with a smile, “come, let’s get you fixed up, dahling.” 

She beckons you over and sits you back down. You give your hand back to Nia to finish the manicure as Erica once more goes to work on your hair. You stare at the wall and let out a nervous sigh. 

“That’s cute,” Margot says, “the way he looks at you.” 

“Hm, yeah,” Erica agrees, “he definitely has the eyes for ya.” 

You close your eyes as Margot gently wipes away the make up with a cool cloth from a package. You shrug, trying not to move too much, “he’s nice. He... did all this. Just for me. I... I didn’t ask for it. I’m sorry he didn’t like it.” 

“No, baby,” Nia says, “this isn’t about us. It’s about you. What do you like?” 

You open your eyes again and frown. That’s a good question. You lower your gaze to your lap and exhale heavily. 

“I’m figuring it out,” you murmur, “I don’t... I don’t get out much.” 

“Oh, this must be so exciting for you,” Erica trills, “oh, how fun.” 

“I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” Nia adds, “don’t be nervous. Just enjoy yourself.” 

“Can’t be that hard,” Margot clucks, “on a handsome man’s arm, pretty as a bow,” she cleans her brushes as she talks, “it’ll be a great night. I’m thinking...” she peruses her chest of makeup, “natural tones. A dewy look. Natural, subtle.” 

“Okay, uh, yeah,” you agree, “that sounds nice.” 

“Hmmph,” Erica hums, “she’s a sweetie, isn’t she, ladies?” 

“Nicer than the last one,” Nia cackles. 

You stiffen and shift in the chair. You look at the nail tech then Margot as she compares a tube to your face and shakes her head. You push your lip against your teeth and let it flick out. 

“Last one?” You whisper. 

The women share a look and smile, “well, Mr. Barnes is notorious. Surely, you know.” 

“Oh,” you think of the headlines you scrolled through online, “well, yes, I know. I guess... I didn’t catch what you meant.” 

“Enjoy it. I’m sure you’ll get a few pretty baubles out of it,” Nia says, “and some memories to long for when you’re old like us.” 

“Old,” Margot scoffs, “speak for yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I know. I’m just... another girl.” 

“Oh, dahling,” Margot intones, “but he seems really fond of you, doesn’t he? Maybe he’ll keep ya around a bit longer, eh?” 

You just sit there. You knew better than to believe it was anything but the obvious but it’s still a hard pill to swallow. You stare blindly ahead as Margot remoisturizes your skin. 

“Didn’t mean to upset you,” Margot says. 

“I’m not, I just...” you swallow, “I’m nervous.” 

“Mm, nervous? Well, I think that’s what the bar is for. Erica, fetch some of that rose. She needs a glass, Stat.” 

Your mouth opens to protest but you think better of it. You’ve already caused them enough trouble. You thank them instead and try not to let your shame burn through. They know why you’re there and they’ve left no doubt in you of the same. 

“Make sure to pour me some too,” Margot chirps. 

🃏

You stop after one glass. It makes your inside bubbly and eases the tension just enough that you’re not jittering. You feel better but still not certain. 

The women confirm your fears. This isn’t going to last. It’s not like you didn’t expect as much but hearing it is all the more real. You’re going to have to come up with yet another lie to tell. This one will hurt the most because it will be at least halfway true; you’re still a loser. 

You’ll try to take their advice. You’ll enjoy this night; this once in a lifetime experience. You don’t think you’ll ever be in a casino again in your life. They’re not for you. All of this is just above you. It’s better suited to someone like your sister. You can’t help but wonder why it isn’t Roxie here. 

The clock ticks. Well, not truly. The digital numbers count down the minutes as you linger in the suite alone. The gaggle of women left only a few minutes ago but not without a promise that you’re happy. You are, at least with all they did for you. 

You approach the mirror, almost shying away from your own reflection. You look nice. You might even call yourself pretty. Your eyes look more brilliant with the subtle lining and the precisely coated lashes; not too heavy. And your lips, shiny but natural, your cheeks dewy with a hint of colour to them.  

And the dress. Lavender satin with crystals embedded in the fabric, lines of smaller ones interconnecting the larger stones. You turn and check your figure. You look grown up. It’s ridiculous to think but you do. The heels help, not too high but enough to define your legs. 

You turn and tear your gaze away from the mirror. You don’t want to be vain. Besides, you probably don’t look that good. You just look better than usual. The comparison is enough to skew your perception. 

As you teeter on the heels, waiting, for what, you don’t exactly know. You can surmise what it will all lead to. What he intends. You can’t deny it any longer. A man doesn’t do all this for altruistic mean and even you aren’t that pitiful. Well, you hope not. 

A knock at the door trips you up. Your heart lurches. You’re not ready. But it’s getting late and you know it’s inevitable. You can’t move or speak. You just stare towards the door. 

You hear it open. You blink a Bucky’s shadow appears on the carpet and he strides into your sight. Your eyes meet his and his blue irises sparkle as he sees you. He stops and put his hand to his chest. His forehead lines and he bites his lip. 

“Wow, doll,” he rasps breathily and slowly steps forward, “you look...” 

You press your hands to your sides and give a toothy expression, not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. Sweat speckles along your neck as his gaze bores into you. You’re even more self-conscious as he closes in. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. 

“What don’t you know?” He asks as he reaches for you and takes your hand. He draws you near, “huh? Look at you, doll.” He purrs, “you look spectacular.” His other hand grazes down your side and he squeezes your hip as he holds you at arm’s length and ogles you, “mm, damn. You wanna know what I know?” 

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes, “what?” 

“That you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m a lucky man to have you walking the floor with me tonight,” he drops your hand and frames your other hip, drawing you to him, “I have half a mind to keep you up in this room.” 

You choke. Your lower lip trembles and you shake your head, “that’s nice but...” you look away. 

“But? You don’t believe me, doll? You think I’d lie?” He challenges. 

“N-no, I didn’t say—but--- before---” you sputter and put your hands on his forearms, “there were others and they were prettier.” 

“Doll, don’t worry about before. This is now. You aren’t them and I’m telling you, you are beautiful,” he trails his hand up and nudges your chin. You look at him again, your cheeks shaking as you try to smile. “Here.” 

He takes your hand, his eyes clinging to yours as he watches you. You can’t look away. Not this time. He leads your hand up his jacket and slips it beneath. He presses it to his chest. You feel the taut muscle beneath and something else. 

“You got my heart racing, doll,” he growls. “That ain’t a lie.” 

[meerkathideout]

Ruisrock 7.7.

So yesterday happened and wow, it was a day. I'm still recovering from all the fun, thank you to @harmaanoita @punanenmarli @frikatilhi @sepetajmikolikomehoces @maladroitoracle and @devotedlydarkcrown for being the best core group I could have wished for. I crashed so hard after BC that if I had been there alone I would have ended up in the first-aid tent and been sent home.

Shout-out to new friends like @paperphilia and all the joblr people who I said hi to whose usernames I can't remember <3 If you spotted a person with black neck paint and red eye make-up, then hi, that was me!

Highlights:

I got barricade for Blind Channel and met some lovely fans who have been to over 30 concerts

Somehow surviving seeing BC live after being a fan for years even if my neck is killing me from all the headbanging

Joonas singing Rory's part in Die Another Day and later giving me one of his picks

Seeing Käärijä live for the first time and being in the second row

Trafik and Europapa live performances

Seeing Erika Vikman live <3

Singing along to PMMP in the tent and confusing foreign Joker Out fans

Partying together with my friends at the Joker Out gig was somehow even more magical than the Kultsa concert

It was crazy, it was party, let's do it all again!

edit: tagging @devotedlydarkcrown again because tumblr didn't let me tag you in the first version of this post

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THE EPIC SEQUEL TO THE 2023 HIMBOFF IS COMING VERY SOON

I, @makerofmadness aka the host of the @2023himbotournament am already ready to present the epic sequel (which will not start until a bit after the himboff ends, I'm announcing this now 'Cus the conclusion of the himboff is near):

SUPER SMASH BATS

Aka: The Vampire Tournament!

The blood-sucking cast:

*Count Dracula (Dracula)

*Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

*Edward Cullen (Twilight)

*Draculaura (Monster High)

*Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

*Count Orlok (Nosferatu)

*Michael Morbius, MD (Morbius)

*Carmilla Karnstein (Carmilla)

*William “Spike” Pratt (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

*Bunnicula (Bunnicula)

*Count Duckula (Count Duckula)

*Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries)

*Alucard (Hellsing)

*Dracula Vlad Țepeș (Castlevania)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Blade (Blade)

*Count Nightwing (Goosebumps)

*Dio Brando (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)

*Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

*Slayer (Guilty Gear)

*Zero Kiryu (Vampire Knight)

*Benny Lafitte (Supernatural)

*Count von Count (Sesame Street)

*Sarah Fox (My Babysitter’s a Vampire)

*Lucifer (Dragon Ball)

*Vamdemon (Digimon Adventure)

*Rayne (BloodRayne)

*Nitara (Mortal Kombat)

*Remilia Scarlet (Touhou)

*Vamp (Metal Gear Solid)

*Vanescula Drakan (RuneScape)

*Vampirella (Vampirella)

*Lady Margolotta (Discworld)

*Aukon (Doctor Who)

*Dracunyan (Yokai Watch)

*David Powers (The Lost Boys)

*John Mitchell (Being Human)

*Edward Dalton (Daybreakers)

*Vladimir Dracula (Young Dracula)

*Grandpa Walt Montgomery ( R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour)

*Karin Maaka (Chibi Vampire)

*Bill Compton (True Blood)

*Hazuki (Tsukuyomi: Moon Phase)

*Vampirina Hauntley (Vampirina)

*Rudolph Sackville-Bagg (The Little Vampire)

*Erika Sendo (Fortune Arterial)

*Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

*Count Koopula (The Super Mario Bros. Super Show)

*Madame Gazelle (Peppa Pig)

*Lily Munster (The Munsters)

*Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

(For images of Ebony: on the roster I thought it'd be funny to have her basically replace the random character option, but for the tournament itself User @lil-tumbles has offered to draw her so a big thanks goes out to em for that)

Btw since this was a bit of a problem for me with the previous tournament: if you don't mind, could y'all put posts about this under the tag "super smash bats" so that I'll be able to look through that and see them? I like being able to tell what people are talking about, what characters you all are rooting for, etc. (it makes me happy to see people getting excited over stuff I do :'3 I'll admit it's kinda an ego thing but I just. Like knowing that I've made something that people care about and that makes people happy y'know-)

anyway this will probably start a week after the himboff ends, be prepared

[morri-draws]

Gwaine x Reader - 'The Threads That Bind Us' - Chapter 8

Story Summary:

You, a humble dressmaker from Camelot’s lower town, are commissioned to make a new gown for Queen Guinevere. Impressed by your skills, she offers you the position of Royal Clothier. During your time in the castle, you catch the eye of one of the knights of King Arthur’s inner circle, Sir Gwaine. What starts as a sweet courtship is turned upside down when misfortune strikes and you must deal with the aftermath, as well as an unwelcome visit from Gwaine’s unpleasant sister.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Female Reader/Gwaine, set between seasons 4 and 5, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Words: 2,253

Read Chapter 1 | Read Chapter 2 | Read Chapter 3

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You head to the market that morning, after preparation of a pitiful breakfast made you aware of your severe lack of ingredients.

You go to the baker’s first, purchasing a loaf of bread, before wandering down market street to see what fruit and vegetables are on offer. Stopping at a fruit merchant’s stand, you inspect the produce on display when you overhear a familiar voice.

“I believe I’ve seen him head toward her chambers a couple of times lately, but that’s all,” Erika says as she walks leisurely down the market street, arm-in-arm with a noblewoman. “He probably thinks she will be more inclined to lift her skirts in the state she’s in. You know, he was a dreadful flirt back home. The townsfolk hid their daughters from him,”

You do not hear Erika’s companion’s response as you turn your attention back to the merchant’s stand, realising the peach you’re holding is leaking juice through your fingers, which are clamped around the helpless fruit.

“My apologies,” You look up at the merchant standing behind the stall. “I will pay for it,”

You thoughtlessly select a few more peaches and finish your transaction quickly, before moving on to other stands to purchase the rest of your groceries, trying to control your emotions so you might get through this task without embarrassing yourself. Once all the ingredients are purchased and loaded into your basket, you walk back to the castle with a long and fast stride.

You cross the courtyard and head down the first corridor when you feel a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and spin around in alarm.

“Sorry,” Gwaine steps back, hands held out defensively. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve been trying to catch you lately, but I seem to keep missing you when I’ve come by your chambers,” His gaze falls to the basket in your hands. “Do you want me to carry that?”

He reaches forward to grab the handle, but you pull it behind you, out of his reach.

“No, thank you. I must be off. I have much to do today,”

You turn around and continue on your way, leaving the knight behind.

Back at your chambers, you place the basket down and sit at the table, chin resting on your fist.

Gwaine had been a smooth-talker from the beginning. While you did think him a flirt upon your first acquaintance, over time, you came to believe that there was more to the man. But looking back, the way he spoke with you was overly familiar. If you were a lady of higher standing, his familiarity would have been inappropriate. But you’ve never been one to put on airs or think yourself of higher station than you really are, so you accepted it, even flirted back. Were you a complete fool to be so taken in? During the picnic with just the two of you, perhaps he was hoping for something more to happen. Was it his first attempt to seduce you, and you were too naïve to see it? You let yourself think that he actually cared for you. Why would he? You’re no one special, just a nobody who got lucky enough to get a position in the palace, and he’s a knight of Camelot, of the king’s inner circle.

You move to rake your hands through your hair in anguish, but find fabric there instead, covering your cropped hair: your daily reminder of that horrible man, of his thick arms holding you as he used you as a human shield, as he took a part of you, just to make some coin. Holding your head in your hands, hot tears fall down your cheeks as you curse the day you were taken by those bandits, you curse the day you met Gwaine and you curse yourself for falling for him.

Your moment of despair is interrupted by a rap at the door. You raise your head and stare at the door as the visitor knocks again. You stay where you are, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but instead, the latch lifts and the door swings open. You quickly stand, hastily wiping your face on your sleeve as Merlin steps inside. He scans the room briefly before his eyes fall to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“It is customary to wait for someone to answer the door,” Anger flares at this intrusion during your moment of weakness.

“I’m sorry,” He replies. “It’s just… I saw you heading to your chambers so I knew you were in here,”

“So that makes it alright to enter without an invitation?” Your voice rises.

“I thought something might be wrong,” Merlin replies defensively.

“It isn’t your business whether something is wrong or not, if you have not been invited inside!”

Merlin stares guiltily, eyes wide, clearly choosing his next words wisely.

“Why have you come?” You ask before he has the chance to speak again. You wish for this encounter to be over.

“Arthur wanted to see you about clothes for the harvest festival,”

“Clothes? Does he want something made?”

“I believe so,”

“Very well, tell him I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,”

Merlin nods and leaves your chambers, hastily closing the door on his way out.

~

Merlin turns at the end of the passage, where he almost collides with Gwaine.

“Have you just been to see (Y/N)?” The knight asks as he turns and falls into step beside Merlin.

“Yes,” Merlin replies.

“Did she answer the door for you?”

“Well… not exactly,” Merlin shrugs.

“What do you mean?” Gwaine’s brow creases in confusion.

“I let myself in,”

“Merlin,” Gwaine says sternly.

“She was really angry,” Merlin grimaces.

“Of course she was, even I know you never enter a lady’s chambers without being invited,” Gwaine shakes his head. “Anyway, how was she?”

“Apart from looking like she wanted to throw something at my head?”

“Yeah, apart from that,”

Merlin stops walking and faces his friend.

“When I walked in, it looked as if she’d been crying,” He says in a low tone.

“Crying?” Gwaine’s eyes widen. “I have to see her,”

 He moves to head back the way he came.

“Wait,” Merlin grabs Gwaine’s arm to stop him. “You can’t go now, she’s about to see Arthur. Speaking of which, that’s where I need to be too,”

“Alright,” Gwaine sighs. “Thanks Merlin,”

~

You arrive at the royal chambers and knock upon the door.

“Enter,” The king calls out from within.

You open the door and step inside to find the king standing beside the fireplace, one arm resting on the mantlepiece, and Merlin, sitting at the table, mending a sock. He glances up at you and you look back at him, a tension between you from your recent encounter.

“You wished to see me sire?” You say as you step across the threshold, tearing your gaze away from the manservant.

“Yes,” The king straightens. “I thought it might be nice if Guinevere and I had matching attire for the harvest feast. Perhaps I could wear a doublet in matching colours?”

“Very good, sire. I will draw up some designs. I could return tomorrow for you to choose one, if that suits?”

“No need,” The king replies. “Guinevere is very pleased with your work, and I trust her judgment. I know you’ll come up with something good,” He smiles.

“Thank you, sire, I will get to work right away,” You turn to leave.

“One more thing,” The king says.

You turn your gaze back toward him.

“I want it to be a surprise, so don’t tell Guinevere,”

You nod and leave the royal chambers.

~

You wake to a chilly morning, wrapping a shawl around your shoulders before heading down to get a fire started. Once it’s burning steadily, you move to the kitchen bench and slice some bread and cheese, before starting to chop some fruit when there’s a knock at your chamber door. You instantly stop what you’re doing, placing the knife down gently before glancing at the door to make sure it’s bolted. If it’s Merlin, he won’t be able to let himself in again, although you were sure you had bolted it yesterday as well…

There’s another knock, slightly more forceful this time.

“I know you’re in there, (Y/N), I can hear you,”

The voice belongs to Gwaine. You can practically feel the colour drain from your face as you realise there’s nothing for you to do now other than answer him. Pulling your shawl tighter around your shoulders, you reluctantly make your way to the door and open it only a few inches. Gwaine looks at you through the gap, his brow creased.

“I know you’ve been ignoring anyone who comes to your door. Please, tell me what’s wrong,”

You swallow, embarrassed that you’ve been found out.

“Nothing’s wrong,” You say, voice unusually high. “I’ve just been busy,”

You cringe inwardly at the feeble excuse.

“I don’t doubt your work ethic, but I know the king and queen don’t overload you with work. So, unless you’ve another customer we don’t know about?”

You look down. “I don’t know what you want me to say,”

“The truth,” Gwaine says firmly, but not unkindly. “Why do you refuse to see anyone? Why do you treat me like a stranger now?”

The last sentence is spoken in barely more than a whisper. Your eyes prick, threatening to betray you.

“I know,” You force the dreaded words from your mouth. “That you do not care for me as I once thought. Especially now,”

“Don’t care for you? Especially now? what are you talking about? Why do you think I’ve been trying to see you? I want to make sure you’re alright. We spoke once since you got back and then… nothing. Then when I’ve run into you, you’ve been… cold. What’s going on?”

A single tear spills over and you wipe it hastily, wishing to retreat inside as soon as possible. You steel yourself to say what you need to say.

“I know that you do not act in a gentlemanly manner toward… women you are interested in,”

“What?” His voice flares with anger. “Where did you hear this?”

You keep your eyes down, but you can feel his gaze boring into you.

“Ah,” He sniffs. “I believe I know exactly who is behind this… information,”

You hazard a glance at him to see his jaw has hardened and his brows have knitted together in anger.

“I will leave you be, if that’s what you want,” Gwaine says. “But before I do, you must hear this: you can’t trust a word that comes out of my sister’s mouth. She’s a spiteful snake who can’t bear it when I find a shred of happiness. I’d pity her wretched existence if she hadn’t ruined so many things for me,”

His voice is filled with venom, speaking in a way unlike any you’ve heard from him before. Your heart thumps as you sense rage radiating from him, and his words run through your mind, their meaning falling into place, one by one.

“I’ll leave you now,” He says. “But please, consider what I have said,”

He turns on his heel and strides away, disappearing around the corner at the end of the passage.

You close the door and rest your forehead against the wood, thoughts whirring through your mind so fast that a sense of numbness washes over you. You don’t know how long you stand there like that, the spell only broken when a pang of hunger shoots through your stomach and you return to your abandoned breakfast.

~

You awaken the next morning feeling sluggish, and as much as you want to stay in bed, you force yourself to rise and make breakfast before starting on Arthur’s doublet. Having spent the time after Gwaine’s visit yesterday sitting around your chambers in a dejected daze, you are determined to use your time more productively today.

After cutting out the doublet pieces from the same green silk as Gwen’s gown, you begin stitching the panels together. Stitching in a line doesn’t require much concentration from you, so your thoughts inevitably drift from your task.

If what Gwaine said is true, then you have been very foolish and incredibly cruel. You picture the situation reversed, imagining if he suddenly refused to see you and tried to get away as fast as he could if he ran into you. Your heart aches at the pain you must have caused him.

You’ve known since that first overheard conversation between Gwaine and Erika that they have different ways of thinking. You’d assumed that was the reason they didn’t get on. While it was hurtful to hear Erika tell Gwaine that he should be setting his sights higher than someone like you, it isn’t exactly an unusual sentiment among noble families. In fact, it’d be fair to say that it’s the norm, so you didn’t really think of Erika as a nasty person, just a typical noblewoman. But if Gwaine spoke true about her�� you remember how troubled he was at the picnic after that encounter, how defeated he sounded when he said that he didn’t understand why she’d come to Camelot… he must have been afraid of the damage she would cause.

How can you ever apologise to him for being so taken in, and behaving so terribly? You want more than anything to heal the breach between you, but what could you possibly say to make this right?

[omniuravity]

I didn't check my poll because I'm an idiot, so here are my comic con pictures and experiences.

Here's some tags: @bloodypeachblog @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @dynogadget @moths-and-mantids @pinkhimecat

I saved up a lot of money from my summer job to pay for this because I am financially irresponsible. I also spend $100 for the VIP pass because I wanted the best experience possible for my first convention.

So there were lots of cool guests at the convention I went to, but me being myself, the people I was the most excited to meet were some of the cast members of Hazbin Hotel (specifically Blake Roman, Erika Henningsen, and Amir Talai).

Day 1:

I get to the convention center and find out my boyfriend (who took most of the pictures) didn't buy a VIP ticket because he bought his literally the day of the convention.

When we got there all the VA's had gone to their respective panels (there was a Hazbin one, a Fairly Odd Reunion, stuff like that), so we just wandered the convention center. I bought an Alastor print from a vendor, and he bought an Angel Dust print.

To pass the time we went to the Hazbin panel and I asked a question and gifted each of them bracelets I made. My question was, "What's your favorite line that you didn't say?"

Erika said, "Cause I'm having sssex with everyone here!"

Amir said, "Who gives a shit?"

And Blake said "What? They say insane shit all the time!"

After the panel, my boyfriend and I rushed to get in line, and he had to stand in the normal line (which was wrapped around the convention center). Meanwhile, I breezed past everyone in the VIP line and got the opportunity to talk with Blake, Erika, and Amir. Amir even traded a bracelet back when I met him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend didn't get to meet anyone that day before he got tired and we decided to go home.

Day 2:

I chose to cosplay as Valentino this day, and I really wish I wish I did it the day before so I could've met Blake in the fit. Anyway, I get to the convention center at 9:30 (since I thought VIPs were supposed to get in there at that time) and security stopped us and said VIPs get in at 10 or 10:30 I don't remember. Regardless, my bf and I went to Party City to buy a $10 feather boa that ended up basically disintegrating throughout the convention. I am still mad about it. When we get back and are allowed in, I brought him as my plus 1, so he got to be in the VIP line with me while he gave his ticket to two of his friends. We met Blake (I met him again). My boyfriend was especially excited since they talked a good while. We wandered the convention and bought more things before going home for the day.

Looking back:

I had a blast at my first convention, and adored meeting the Hazbin cast though I wish I made time to meet the Fairly Odd Parents cast while I was there. I also wish I had a cosplay planned for both days instead of just the one though I fucking rocked my cosplay.

Here are the pictures I took!

Day 1:

Day 2:

Thanks for listening!

[19982510]

Hi! How are you? 😊

I was wondering if you could share where Tycho's clothes are from in this post? https://www.tumblr.com/19982510/757755594536075264 (I'm in love with her)

Sorry if you've already shared it somewhere, I tried looking g trough your page but couldn't find it :( Hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Im good!!! thank you for asking, I hope you are good too!!

jius satin sandals (ik its not very visible but putting it here anyways)

1-800-CUUPID Call Me Top

botoxbrat whale tail (thong)

korkassims erika skirt

its okay! if its not in the #ts4 wcif tag then its alright to ask for something!! tysm!! have good day/night!!! :D

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

I have not even been crashing today, I have been consistently dead since Blind Channel last night. I was possibly still moderately alive when Ida Paul and Kalle Lindroth performed "Mä mietin sua" and had my soul ascending from the associated Bojere feels.

Just.

Thank you everyone who made this trip into something I'll cherish forever.

To my Kcord clowns and lukio AU potatoes, to new, absolutely delightful acquaintances like maladroitoracle and seokoilua and paperphilia (none of whom I can tag because tumblr do be dumb like that). To 4/7 molemates and so many wonderful greetings in my notebook: You made this weekend.

The insanity of seeing Ruoska live with Erika, getting Trafik!-premiere with Joost and fucking crying during Vem da greš and losing it over Šta bih ja was enough to carry me through the slouch to the bus (and somehow passing the same drunk dude at least ten times) and then to the hotel. I could have slept on the train, but instead I was just... thinking. Being so quietly filled with joy that I'll have this experience and these memories to look back on when I go back to trying to carve out a new existence and everything that entails.

(special shoutout to the person who ran up to me at JO and handed me the "in kje de fuck je Jure Maček", I was so gone already and I wanted to thank you more properly but the brain would not brain properly)

[kedsandtubesocks]

wow so bnha ended & I haven’t stopped crying lmao

[illarian-rambling]

For the ask game: 71, 81, 82

And I'll ask for Alekks/Erika

Whoops, I think you got me mixed up with @inky-duchess (who I invite to answer these too if so inclined), but I'll answer for my characters nevertheless :)

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?

Poorly, in both cases!

Astra has a temper already, and it's only compounded when used in the defense of her partner. Any insult directed towards Mashal, especially towards something he's sensitive about, will pull the pin on her proverbial grenade. She'll go fully past "bless your heart" and into "I pray the gods will have mercy on your soul when it's burning in hell." Her accent comes out even more when she's mad, so half of anything she says is unintelligible.

Mashal's anger is much quieter than Astra's, but no less potent. He won't react to everything. Astra gets worked up over many an imagined slight, and in those cases, he just tries to talk her down. But if something truly hurts her and she goes quiet, Mashal isn't afraid to use his words like a knife. He'll go for the heart, honing all his wonderful insight into one observation of the cruelest sort. He might not be as fervent as Astra, but he can be far more cutting in far fewer words.

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?

Astra found Mashal half dead on the side of a country road. Before she realized he was a broken robot, she figured that pile of shiny scrap metal might make her a quick couple of bucks. After she realized though, she fixed him up with the help of a friend. Mashal was very confused when he finally came to. His memories were gone and everything felt wrong, but he didn't know why. He had no place to go, so Astra let him stay with her until he got his feet back under him out of the goodness of her heart. So far, he's never left. I'll categorize that under train wreck.

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.

I've never gone on AO3 much, but I'll do my best!

Slow burn, strangers to lovers, short and angry x gentle giant, match each other's freak

Thanks for the asks!

[jakeyp]

CREATOR TAG GAME

thank you for tagging me erika @padme-amidala! 🥰

pick your 5 favorite gif sets of 2023 that got less than 1k notes and then pick 10 gifsets of someone else's that got less than 1k notes.

my sets:

this jake set (theyre all probably gonna be jake sets) cause that's when i started using those coloring settings that i always use now!

this other jake set cause it's my favorite combo of colors which is evident akshsd. it also was my first comission 🤍

this set and guess who's featuring it. jakey. not a fan of the 1st and 3rd gif but i love the rest

this set of leslie knope. jk it's jake peralta. and the set definitely deserved 1k notes 😤

and this set of not jake peralta! but it's andy samberg. it was easy to gif but one of my faves cause it's him

sets from awesome talented people: (ngl i had to scroll down some of their gif tags cause i'm not in all of their fandoms askjdhskdf)

merlin set by @ughmerlin i love her style so much, i even wanted to do a set inspired by it but i dont have the talent AKJSHDKS it's a really creative concept and the colors are so gorgeous and perfect for it!

sab set by @yenvengerberg she's a legend and this set is hilarious and i love the green! it's a crime that not all her sets get at least 1k notes cause they all deserve it

arthur set by @usershelby cause it has a quote from succession and also it's BEAUTIFUL. it was kinda hard to find a set of hers that didnt have 1k and i love that for her. also shoutout to this set cause why the hell not. and also this set. they're freaking mindblowing

jake set by @kitconnor it has a special place in my heart and ilysm mwah

got set by @padme-amidala it was so hard to pick one but this one is just... wow. those two colors go so well together and the typography is out of this world. also here's her gif page cause youre gonna wanna see it all

steve harrington set by @robin-buckleys i always recognize her gifs and i'm obsessed with her style! like the sharpening and vibrant coloring are so pretty always. i love this set cause of the color and also the no no no gif i love how each little "no" is arranged aksjhksd

bridgerton set by @cal-kestis i'm in love with the blue and the typography is so perfect. also their blending is always amazing and so smooth

sab set by @saws2004 this gifset is INSANE. like excuse me who allowed you to be this talented. blows my mind and it's one of the only things i've ever saved in fave to go back and look at it

percy set by @edwards-teach the blending on this set are you kidding me?? that second gif is straight up breathtaking i love it

heartstopper set by @lespanaye this set is hilarious and the coloring is *chefs kiss*

i'm also tagging the people mentioned above, no pressure :)

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Tagged by the utterly wonderful and always amazing @dunge0nkitty420 mwah mwah ily 🥺💜

Relationship Status: I have forgotten what human touch feels like 😅

Favourite Colour: mmm purple! Or red

Song Stuck in My Head:

Yes I've been listening to the Hazbin soundtrack on repeat what about it 😂

Favourite Food: hmm.. chicken parmy 🤤

Dream Trip: maybeeee New Orleans, I've always wanted to go.. or Venice again.. Australia to see family.. Copenhagen.. Amsterdam.. Rome.. Vietnam.. I want to go everywhere 😅

Last TV Show:

Spicy/Sweet/Savoury? Spicy spicy spicy spicyyyyyy!

Last Thing I Googled: minecraft furniture ideas 😂

Thank youuu for tagging me you sweet bean 🥺💜 tagging with zero pressure @sleepyscot @fantasiees @yourferalgod @satanicdollx @internetgothgf @primetime24-24 @champagne-drippp @lacunes @seraphicalsuccubus @shatteredroses @pennedwithpassion @ anyone else who wants to join in 🥰

[lamaenthel]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! 

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

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

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

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

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

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

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

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

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

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

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

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

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

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

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

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