#thank you for the ask my dear!

[renegadeknight]

Ooh what's Safe Haven? <3

Hello! Safe Haven is a modern au that came about from chatting with @marceltheshellwithflipflopson ! it's Joel meets new/young mom Anna and then keeps running into her until they eventually fall into a weird little happy family together.

It started with Joel finding Ellie hiding in the pancake section of the store and then my brain did what it always does and started filling in a whole plot to get them to the happy little family part so I might not have the # of wips that bumble does (affectionate) but the few I do have always explode into longer multi chapter fics 😅

you can find some snips on my pinned post if you like!

the game

[skywalking-through-life]

I think the sparring thing is pretty spot on lololol

(in reference to your recent headcannon post)

Lolololol, thank you very much. Honestly, I think I can admit to this being one of my favorite percabeth headcanons in general - I've already written it once, and I can practically guarantee I am going to write it again. 😂

I will take any percabeth sparring prompts/requests, because I am literally ALWAYS down to write that - sfw, and NSFW, lol.

[hells-most-powerful-overlord]

No bitches

Bully Anon

What now?

[nightofnyx8]

Hello friend :)

For the fanfic writer ask game:

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

and

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! (Maybe trying to get a sneak peek hehe)

Have a nice evening!

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for these wonderful questions!

15. I like short, symbolic titles. One striking image that perfectly encapsulates the fic that's also easy to remember. The Woman in Red and many of my royai fics fit into that category. A lot of them have lyrics from songs in them, like As Time Goes By (a popular song during WW2) and i'd risk it all just to be with you. Some are from poems (marriage in a bottle and if the stars could speak), and some are from book titles (All the Things We Cannot Say). My favorite fic title would probably have to be Song of the Raven, as one of the recurring symbols in that fic is music. "Raven" is a term used during the Cold War to describe a male agent who obtained sensitive information through the act of sex. Each of the chapters from Loid's POV in that fic are musical terms to fit the motif.

9. I unfortunately don't have the time to write every day, especially during the school year. I work best when I have a few hours blocked out for it, usually during the weekends or at the very end of the day. Though there is the rare occasion that inspiration strikes at 2 AM and I get no sleep whatsoever (often when my best writing happens though, for some unknown reason).

Here's a sneak peak for the next chapter of As Time Goes By!

[crownleys]

Sun, earth, seedling for Kira? :D :D :D

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Kira is 100% a morning person. She'll be up at the crack of dawn most days, to get an early morning run in before work! 🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them? Absolutely. It's as easy as breathing. There's nothing more important to her, including her own self, than her loved ones.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

This one was honestly really really hard, because I think a lot of things would stand out to her from her childhood! She carries her past kind of heavily. One memory that comes to mind, however, that would 100% stand out sharply for her would be her 10th birthday I think. I always liked the idea it was one of the few her grandparents were able to attend, and they gifted her a massive dollhouse of a Victorian-style home -- the fancy kind that's fully furnished with real wooden furniture and can open up or close fully. It would have been one of the things that sparked her love of antiques!

[thatndginger]

Happy Saturday!

Please share with me something about your recent writing that you are proud of. It can be a line you are proud of writing, an idea, progress you’ve made, anything.

Heya Avra! Happy Saturday!

So the thing I'm really proud of right now isn't entirely related to writing, but it has a big impact on it. I spent about 6 months off my meds for various reasons, and during those six months I didn't do hardly anything with my writing. My Conspiracy Wall went neglected, my desk piled up with all kinds of random detritus, my google docs looked like a drought-stricked desert...

BUT! I'm back on my meds now, and I'm creating again! I spent about a week updating and expanding the Shapeshifter Conspiracy Wall, I finally sat down and pulled together all the little notes I've scattered around in the last six months, and I've made some pretty good headway on solidifying the worldbuilding of some key parts of the Shapeshifter world. I haven't gotten to actually adding to the draft yet - I think that will have to wait until I'm no longer working 26 of my 36 weekly work hours in the span of two days (one more week!).

I'm proud of my ability to bounce back, and to delve back into something that for a while just made me kinda sad because I couldn't really enjoy it. I'm proud of the progress I've managed to make in a short amount of time being fully 'back in' ^.^

[koholintz]

they’re the family ever

[i-got-da-rubes]

“Thank you for asking what nobody else did.

What not even I considered.”

Drawn with my non-dominant hand.

[mochasucculent]

Well your "Dumb thing that wouldn't leave your brain" nearly made me wake up my partner who is asleep next to me lol

Honestly this fandoms artists making Viktor and/or Jayce (honestly usually both I've noticed, its awesome) is so good. Makes me very happy to see so often, being transmasc myself.

I'm so honored by people legitimately laughing out loud at it lolol thank you

And yea I feel like trans Jayvik is such a beautiful self sustaining ecosystem cause I have seen so much trans Viktor stuff that whenever I see cis Viktor I'm like "where are his top surgery scars???" forgetting that he is not, in fact, canonically trans

[rakiah]

so i read that lions will follow females they're interested in and this gave me an idea for a funny scenario:

leona peacefully taking his nap, waking up the instant he hears vil's voice, and instinctively trying to get up before actively stoping himself while cursing his cat instincts

probably the moment he goes "fuck i'm in love with him aren't i?"

Give me more time and I’ll do a short comic about that cause this prompt is gold ✨

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[renegadeknight]

11 & 15 for the ask game 💋

hiiiiiii Lauren ❤️

11. a WIP you'd like to finish someday

aside from the obvious answer of stubborn love, I have a Joel and Ellie get separated by the fireflies as they're approaching SLC, they whisk her away to an alternate location to start working on a cure and leave Joel for dead on the side of the road WIP that I'm really excited about!

15. favorite weather for writing

you're gonna hate this lol (or maybe not cause it would make you want to stay home?) but I want it like 50 degrees and grey and raining, so peaceful, bonus points for a thunderstorm but we don't get those very often

fic writer ask game!

[fidgetspringer-art]

Hi, I need more cowboy x punk stuff after the suggestive boots, I also kinda wanna see them slowly infect each other's style since they look like similar sizes

I'm never gonna pass up the chance to draw Noah wearing Martin's clothes ;)

[hells-most-powerful-overlord]

Did you just call me a deer.

(This is what you get for pointing out my typo)

I believe Angel called it a typing quirk

It’s a pun, it’s more entertaining this way

[gomzdrawfr]

your ocs and their partners as monsters? (like what would they be if they get to choose to be monsters :))

ooo...mmm..delicious thoughts....

((forgive me this is very much a "level 100 idea skill level 5' doodles but))

I imagine Raven would wanna be something snake related, like Naga or Hydra...and Price prob dragon or centaur

Jelly wanna be a fairy...but also slime...Ghost as wendigo (I go so insane at this thought bUT IDK HOW TO DRAW EM BUT IDK IF YOU SEE MY VISION....)

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

…may i offer you a tiny Timothy in these trying times..?

(hope you feel better soon! 🫂)

I love you so fucking much rn- did not have the energy to respond yesterday but I started crying laughing imagining lines from Timothy being a lil bitch but in a baby voice looking like THIS

"I will swue you meanwies >:(" "Imm called a nepo bwaby ;)" "I am da pwince of Gothwam!! >:D"

LOOK AT HIS STANCE

Words alone cannot express my adoration <33