#that scene was so fluffy and angsty lol

[thewallofclaire]

we live in time (2024) cinema screening | photo taken by my best friend on nov 9, 2024.

best friend: ooh spicy sex scene. me: this feels so sad at the same time. best friend: sappy and spicy.

[ronearoundblindly]

a kiss out of envy + ari 🤭

As promised, love, I give you...

frat boy!Ari Levinson x reader, one of my Valentine's Fics of 2024 (yes, you read that correctly, and no, I don't want to talk about it. 🥲 It's been a rough year lol.)

Summary: You and Ari want each other for all the wrong reasons.

Warnings (regarding both parts of the story) for drinking and partying, language, shitty behavior from...yeah everyone is a bit of a mess in this ngl (it's college), vaguely taboo mutual pining, and not-really cheating/implied cheating (applies to multiple people). This is an angsty weird fluffy sorta romance with an ambiguous ending because no one can communicate to save their f**king lives...BUT HEY! KISSES. MINORS DNI. There's plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but not here! WC 3.9k

A/N: This is the first half from Reader's perspective.

College is…predictable.

You spent the first weeks of your freshman year faking self-assurance you didn’t actually feel because confidence is sexy—or whatever the saying is,—and if you had to start from scratch, you might as well start from a place you’re proud of.

You made friends. You went out with your roommate. You stayed out late with lots of people you don’t know, and you smiled. Holy shit, did you smile…

The attempt to ‘get out there’ brought constant stress; you wanted to define your social life right off the bat, but good people are hard to find.

You officially decided you were looking in the wrong place for any good people while at the Lawn Party three-quarters of the way through your first semester.

Finally, you’d tried. You pulled out all the stops. You wore the nicer, trendier clothes that you splurged on for events just like this. You put on extra makeup, brought some with you in your little purse to touch it up, and when you smiled in the mirror seconds before running out of the dorm with your roomie, you really were self-assured. You felt sexy.

Though the party was outdoors, you stuck with just the one layer of a light-colored, flowy top, something whimsical and fun, something less useful and more useless, but that’s the idea of fashion, you suppose.

When the breeze caught the fabric, you imagined you were in a movie, one of those scenes where the heroine is about to get noticed by the man of her dreams.

That is exactly the opposite of what happened.

You’d been there all of half an hour, your roommate off to get drinks (after you whined and waited and stalled, hoping to strike up some conversation without partaking in the shared, bad decisions of the swath of 18-22 year olds meandering across a grass field behind the sports complex), when you heard a really loud, shrill laugh behind you and turned.

A red Solo cup crumpled against your boob and beer exploded across your chest, drenching your shirt and dripping grossly down your stomach.

“Wooooah,” the big guy still gripping shredded plastic drawled, eyes glued to your see-through blouse as it clung to your front. “Sorry.”

The girl who laughed with him put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh. My god.” Yet she just laughed more.

That was it. That was the sum total acknowledgment of your destroyed outfit and evaporated dignity.

“Ari,” someone called, startling your assailant to look away with his unresponsive, blown pupils.

You noticed a few drops of beer on his letterman jacket, so, sure, in comparison to your entire front half being soaked, that seemed a fair-and-equal trade for your embarrassment.

Then he was gone, the laughing girl following the asshole, Ari, and his idiot friends as they recapped the football game from…whenever.

You left the party once the waistband of your jeans felt soggy.

You spent longer washing your beer-sponge bra in the dorm sink than you did on the lawn.

Now you know college is a fucking joke. That party became a defining moment in your social life. You realized men—no, boys—like Ari will never care about you as you really are, and finally, you’ve accepted that you don’t want them to.

They don’t deserve to know you.

Sophomore year. Women’s Studies. Of all the fucking classes…

On day one Ari plopped down in the desk next to you.

He plopped because his whole left leg was strapped into a thick brace that kept it straight and jutted out, unable to fit in the tiny seat. He’s so tall his thonged foot tapped at yours beneath your own chair.

In your utter frustration and irritation (since the professor had already started talking), you automatically muttered an apology—to Ari, like some pushover—and moved your legs.

“Not your fault,” the footballer softly chuckled, taking another long moment to settle his crutches on the floor.

Were there no other seats?

You sighed and knew, you just knew down in your bones, that this would be a long damn semester. You also had every faith, however, that this fuck-boy classmate would do just about anything to stay in the course dedicated to his favorite pastime: women.

Though that was an assumption, Ari proved you right, and it sucked.

It took all your innate kindness and compassion not to spit on him. Honestly, the guy is just…dumb. When your eyes wandered every so often, you always found him looking confused, but he wouldn’t ask questions. Several times you caught him sneaking peeks at your notes. You just couldn’t take it.

He fell asleep in one class!

With the course final mere weeks away, the OCD part of your brain kicked in and shoved several sheets of important points you’d written down into his lap before he fully woke up.

His brace was off by then, but Ari still moved slowly.

Again, he looked so confused.

“I expect them back on Wednesday,” you said with a tight jaw, barely restraining the choice names you’d wanted to call him.

You’d been conditioned so heavily to be nice that you smiled at him. A small smile, yeah, but you smiled at the coddled asshole who did not deserve to pass the class. You should have let him fail. You should have let him lean harder on that damn scholarship.

Football held his dead-weight up this long; what’s a few more years?

Nearly the end of your Senior year. Off-campus. You’ve tried.

Socializing is a hit-and-miss game, and you’re learning that sometimes the miss happens slowly, without failed plays, with all the effort you could muster.

“Look, if we’re not doing anything here, then I’m going to the party. You coming? The house is two blocks away.”

Your boyfriend, Billy, stands with his apartment door open and his roommates calling to him from down the hall. He’s frustrated, you know that, but his frustration doesn’t negate the uneasy twist in your gut you get whenever he tries to take things further than making out.

Billy is perfect on paper. He studies hard, has a job already lined up for summer, is driven to achieve…and desperately wants to get laid.

He’s cute, totally adequate in that department, yet still, you can’t force yourself to let him touch you any more than absolutely necessary. You two have excellent conversations, multiple shared interests, and you have no words to describe your lack of…want. It eats you up right along with that twisting aversion to fuck him—because it is specific to him.

You don’t lack for interest in men, even if these are still boys around you. You’re attracted. Kinda. You thought attraction could grow from affection, too, but it hasn’t in months with Billy. It doesn’t make you think he lacks in some way; you feel lacking.

Maybe you lack sympathy. Maybe you lack understanding. Maybe you are just as superficial as those slutty girls you hate, the ones sure to be at this party. Maybe Billy thinks those girls will rub off on you if you’re surrounded.

There’s no one thing, no quantifiable logic; he just doesn’t do it for you. That won’t change.

Your relationship has an expiration date, and you feel it approaching.

Unsurprisingly, you can’t bring yourself to be mean and tell him an outright ‘no.’ It’s rude to say ‘I’m not attracted to you,’ right? You’re a nice person, and it’s not nice to hurt someone who hasn’t done anything wrong.

The heavy pain in your belly grows dense, but still, nothing changes.

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to touch you, but it doesn’t matter. He walks a few feet ahead to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver past the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her chest covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone beneath him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs, a room with no space to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either. That’s not even a trusting him problem; for all you someone else made the drinks for Billy, and then you absolutely don’t trust it.

If he can’t manage to notice your reticence, why should Billy care if you’re comfortable?

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets whisked away for the next partnered game, and relief washes over you.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You take a detour to dump your cup in the crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe, welcome, or seen. College is predictable this way.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

Looking to your right, you don’t see anyone paying attention, and looking to your left you see a sloped wall.

He’s looking directly at you.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a polite ‘no, thank you,’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and Coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly Coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

You can’t help but blurt, “you live here.”

“That is an astute observation, smartie pants,” he adds with a proud smile. Those, you imagine, might be the biggest words the guy knows.

You also imagine he wouldn’t drug himself with anything,, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand, your pinky running the length of his forefinger in the process, knuckles hard beneath callused skin, and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

His smile softens. Your pinky tingles even after you return his drink.

“Where’s whats-his-face?” Ari scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as he takes another swig of soda, pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump. He only had stubble in class two years ago. You shouldn’t be thinking about what those lips might feel like. Hell, you shouldn’t be sharing a drink with anyone because that’s more intimate than anything you’ve enjoyed doing with Billy recently.

Billy is pushy and inexperienced. Every time he goes to touch you, it reminds you that he’s desperate for it, but…not in a flattering way. It’s difficult to describe.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw out loudly, keeping your guess silent. Perhaps hugging the toilet bowl?

Though a simple question, Ari looks somewhere between giddy and chided while contemplating his answer. He’s so dumb, poor thing. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Ow, rough gig bandana girl. That’s a little harsh: being fobbed off mid-party. Although, you aren’t exactly replacing her. Ari is just talking to you. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s sitting beside you, only a little closer than Women’s Studies, sharing a sip of soda. That’s all.

“So, genius—”Ari elbows you gently, taking advantage to stay arm-to-arm this time “—how you been?”

You notice you’ve been shrinking against the wall and straighten as best you can without looking as if you’re pushing your boobs out.

“Fine. Just…busy with school work.”

Internally, you groan, hating to sound so boring and feeding into this idea you are nothing but a bookworm.

Ari swallows the last of his drink, and you watch as his adam’s apple bobs lewdly—at least, it should be considered lewd with how the motion leads your eye down to the matching dark chest hair peeking behind the shirt collar. He scrunches his nose when the bubbles hit the back of his palate.

“Good. You always seemed happy. Bet you’re top of our class.” He emphasizes the year because he should have graduated already. Originally, he was a year ahead, but then he took a red-shirt year while injured. Ari doesn’t appear to mind that’s something else you share.

You bite your lip and wonder if he’s baiting you. If there’s one thing you’ve heard consistently in your whole young adult life, it’s that you ‘look angry’ and could ‘benefit’ from smiling more.

“I’m…somewhere up there, yeah,” you allow.

He points over his other shoulder and shimmies the empty cup in front of him. “You want one? What’s your favorite?”

For the first time all night, what you want has been considered. Not only if you want a drink, but which one do you want. Such a small thing, and yet the twist in your stomach unfurls a little. The drink itself doesn’t matter; the thought does. That, and being comfortable near him.

“Whatever you’re having.”

Ari flashes that megawatt smile of his and says he’ll be back in a jiffy.

The true value of a beautiful idiot is you don’t have to be on edge. Your basic knowledge of any subject (save sports) would read as genius to a guy like him…which is also why it feels so unbelievable Ari’s choosing to hang in this corner with you. He’s friends with everyone. He could get anything from anybody here. It’s nice to be wanted, not needed.

He returns with two cups, one with a couple shots worth of Jack Daniels, the other full of CocaCola. He looks at you for approval, hesitating in case you want just plain soda, and then makes a huge show of his ‘mixing’ skills.

Absolute moron did not consider the carbonation exploding with every pour back and forth.

It’s a horrible mess of foam and splashing liquid. Both his hands are dripping and sticky, but you laugh freely by the end. You never thought you’d see the day Ari Levinson spilling a drink wouldn’t be triggering.

Not even a fleeting image of that ruined blouse crosses your mind while you weakly clinkthe plastic cups together. It’s the epitome of the college experience in your eyes. For once, you aren’t upset by that fact.

You keep smiling, wrinkling your nose at the fizz bursting on the back of your tongue. You can’t help it.

Ari is a happy drunk, and he starts talking, joking with you, tucked away in your own little bubble.

It’s the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

He’s self-deprecating about the same, drunken party behavior that you have watched him participate in for years, and yet you dismiss that as nothing, normal even, and unconsciously nudge closer to Ari, your side flush with his as you bend to see the person he’s bad-mouthing now.

He seems to like the irony in that and chuckles as he says someone over there is getting sloppy, lifting his Solo to his mouth with a dainty pinky raised in defiance. He’s a goofball. You haven’t been so relaxed with someone in…months.

Both drinks are finished quickly, and Ari offers to grab more.

The warm buzz humming beneath your skin tells you ‘yes,’ but your higher brain function steadfastly puts a foot down.

“I shouldn’t,” you mutter, sounding undecided.

He shrugs. For whatever reason, you appreciate that Ari isn’t pushing for anything from you, but that’s exactly what makes you want more from him. He stacks the empty cups and mentions walking you home. He could use some fresh air, he says.

“I should find Billy���”

Ari rolls his shoulders and thinks, his eyes follow suit, scraping his peripheral vision for an alternative that never presents. He stands up, arms akimbo, dramatically squinting to ‘think’ harder.

“He was wearing that red ball cap, right?”

“What?” You’ve never seen your boyfriend don a hat once but suddenly remember the pong partner who pulled him over. “No, that’s Leo,” you scream over the noise now that Ari is standing a few paces away. “Billy’s in, like, a neutral t-shirt.”

Ari smirks, scanning. “One beige Billy, coming up!”

Off he darts into the crowd, much faster than you’ve ever seen a drunk man move, and you skitter behind, realizing Ari stops at the kitchen only when you slam into his back.

He throws the empty cups into the trash and turns to the sink, washing his hands with dish soap, drying them on his shirt, leaving darker streaks of blue.

“Okay, not sticky,” Ari beams, “so now we go.”

Easily, naturally, his hand scoops up yours, and Ari leads you deftly through the throng.

He’s holding your hand. It’s damp and rough and cool and warm all at once. And you grasp it. You’re holding his hand back.

Though tall enough to see over most heads, Ari takes a good long while to notice everyone because they keep moving about. 

Pointing with your still-joined hands, you shout to check the beer pong room, but no Billy.

You two amble through the entire lower floor, stopped several times by people greeting Ari, and he introduces you automatically. You hope none of these other drunk frat boys remembers seeing you hold his hand while asking where your damn boyfriend is.

Without fail, each friend asks if you two are together, and to his credit, Ari quickly changes to “have you seen a guy…” and describes Billy.

“Dunno, man. Check upstairs?”

Ari thanks them and glances at you, a look of defeat creasing his forehead.

He drums his free fingers on the banister. He hesitates.

“Wait here?” he offers but drops your hand and doesn’t pause for your reply.

Using a football drill tactic, Ari bolts expertly up the stairs while you get waylaid by some girls holding up a selfie-stick to make a video. They bitch at the angle, ignoring you, and have to reshoot. You can’t get past.

Yelling.

Suddenly, there’s lots of yelling coming from the packed second floor and a door slams. Half the people in the stairway and hall look up.

More crashing and thudding noises ring out.

With everyone frozen, you shove your way through.

“What the fuck,” you hear just as some guy backs away, almost knocking you down. “Who the hell do you think you are, man?”

Your legs take you inside though your heart lodges in your throat.

Ari’s got Billy pinned over a wrecked desk on the other side of the room while the girl with the bandana top stands by a bed, pulling down her mini skirt. She snaps for Ari to mind his own business, and Ari immediately shoots a glare at her over his shoulder, keeping Billy pinned beneath him.

“Beks, for fuck’s sake,” Ari starts, but quickly, the guy who pushed you in the hall cusses her out louder than anyone else.

“Serves you right for getting back with Erin,” Bandana Girl snaps.

“Eat shit, Rebekah. You don’t actually care!”

What…is going on? These people are nuts.

At least four more bodies squeeze through the door, all looking blazing-mad while you get pushed farther into the suffocating room. You’re bewildered and overwhelmed.

Blocker Guy lunges forward and shoves Ari off of Billy.

Your hands are up, claiming space to breathe, but there’s way too much going on. No one—not even you—can hear your voice crying to be let out.

Funny thing is, you aren’t crying for Billy to help you. Only after you yell for Ari does your brain process that your boyfriend’s fly is down, his jeans unbuttoned, too.

A large, rough hand grabs your wrist and yanks you to the door, barreling you both through the crowd to another room down the hall. It’s surreal to see the group descend on the fight like moths to a flame, drawn to watch what horrible thing these students will do next.

Ari man-handles you inside without hitting a light switch. It’s pitch black, but the closed door at your back muffles only a fraction of the commotion.

From the other side, you hear Billy calling your name, but Ari’s soft, panting breath steals your focus as it gusts across your neck.

His lips shift close to your ear.

“Don’t do it, smartie,” he whispers. “Leave him.”

The stale smell of beer wafts forward when you lean farther into that letterman jacket Ari keeps prominently hung. You feel the ribs of the cuffs against your bare arms until, suddenly, it’s the ridges of Ari’s rough fingers ghosting over your skin.

If Billy’s still screaming, you can’t tell. Your heart thunders in your chest as the hot breath rolling over you moves up your neck and over your jaw.

He’s right there.

He’s right there. He’s drunk. He’s stupid. He doesn’t matter. You don’t matter to him. It’ll never work and it doesn’t have to. This could be so simple.

You envy how easy this is for him, always another girl around the corner, in the next room, who will want him, but you can’t bring yourself to feel bad about wanting to use him. He’s right there, willingly, single or not, sober or not, and so you grip the soft linen of his shirt collar and tug him straight to you.

It doesn’t matter how sloppy you are, how shy or how forceful you get, because you live like him in this moment.

Ari doesn’t care about anything. Self-assured. Confident. Sexy. Popular. He doesn’t have to care.

Now, neither do you.

[Next Part]

⬅️ Steve Rogers and a kiss where it hurts

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[lookingfts]

My Works in 2024

As we're coming to the end of the year, I thought it might be fun just to look back at everything I wrote in 2024 (33 fics!) and talk about some of my most popular (and personal favorite) stories.

Most popular multi-chap: Sugar (by a lot) This became one of my most popular fics ever and I wasn't expecting that. My favorite part to write: probably when Kate and Anthony argue over him paying Edwina's tuition. Kate just having no idea how to handle such a big gesture and both hating and loving Anthony for doing it.

Personal favorite multi-chap: Lover Mostly because it's so different than everything I've written before, and allowed me to explore romance and passion in a different way. My favorite part to write (so far): The scene where they reconcile in the garden after she ends their affair. I love how desperate they are for each other.

Most popular one-shot: Sweet (sort of, but also tied with Full) I don't know what it is but I LOVE a sex pollen fic. I've written like four of them and will absolutely write more. I think it works so well for Kanthony, so in denial until something forces them to confront their feelings. And this is one of my more fun, fluffy takes on this trope, so I'm not surprised it was popular lol. My favorite part to write: Kate interrupting Anthony's panic spiral to tell him that she never actually ate the brownies.

Personal favorite one-shot: If I hurt you (I'd make wine from your tears) Every once in a while I write something that I feel in my chest, and this was that fic. My favorite part to write: all the angsty flashbacks. It was fulfilling to be able to write Kate and Anthony in rough places in their lives, and how much more meaningful it is when they heal and find each other again.

Thanks for all your support this year! I look forward to where we'll go in 2025.

[primofate]

Off Topic from Genshin for a moment,

Can I just rant about an Otome game I recently rediscovered.

If any of you know Prince of Tennis, this is a Prince of Tennis otome game for the DS called: Prince of Tennis Motto Gakuensai no Oujisama

You have a potential of 37. YES 37 guys to date, all characters from Prince of Tennis.

It's a very simple game, but whoever the writers were, they knew what we ladies wanted lol.

Spoilers about the game and gameplay below the cut

First off, you can choose which school you go to. Prince of Tennis is kind of like Haikyuu, but with tennis. So if you're interested in a certain character, you would have to choose to go to their school.

Second, the story is totally something a fan author would write lol. It's totally a Y/N moment. You're part of the school festival committee and you're helping the tennis team build and manage their booth for the school festival. The story only spans I think, 2 weeks in game and if you really speed run it, in real time it would take around 30 minutes to an hour to finish one guy.

The way to romance a guy is pretty simple, and also very slice of life type. There's no complicated backstory, since you're just an average high school girl. Basically you just try to keep talking to the guy you're interested in and you get to know each other in the span of those 2 weeks. Sounds boring right?

But the dialogue in some of the routes is extremely fluffy.

Example: There's at least ONE scene where the guy worries about you.

One of them is when it's a particularly hot day during the school festival and you pass out. Cue the guy panicking and taking you to the infirmary, worried sick.

One of the other scenes involved the guy getting into a fist fight with another student and your character sort of tries to stop them and gets in between but instead you get hit (yes, really) So your guy is obviously panicking and angry. (The dialogue for the guy went something a bit like "...I can't believe you got in between us and got hit! I don't know what I would do if you--" and then he cuts off there cause guy hasn't confessed to you yet)

AND THEN there's another one where you go into the storage room with the guy and you're trying to find something in one of the boxes, but the box is too high and it ends up almost falling on you but you somehow evade it, except that you now have a sprained ankle. And then, of course, the guy is again extremely worried.

I'm not even kidding about how angsty/fluffy some of these scenes are. Like, I'm rambling! and remember there are 37 DIFFERENT GUYS WITH DIFFERENT SCENARIOS! (Actually I could probably get some writing ideas off of these lollll)

I am SO glad I found this game again (Playing it on a DS Emulator and I patched the game so that it was translated to English)

[tealenko]

Bioware fooled me and I'm not even mad about it...

You see, I always go for the "golden retriever" kind of romance in fiction. I cannot help myself, give me a strong man with the heart of a puppy who excels in emotional intelligence and ufff, you got me good.

Yeah, give me a fluffy ship and oh boy, I'll sail with it for the rest of my life.

So, when I was about to play the new Dragon Age I was like: you know what? Let's break the pattern. For once I'm gonna choose the angsty romance, you never go for the bad boys (except with Reyes Vidal lol, but that's a topic for another post)

Anyways, I go for the one that has a demon inside of him, that usually does the trick, doesn't it? He's an assasin, I'm breaking him out of jail... Oh, and did I mention he has a fucking demon inside of him!? Cool, this is gonna be ansty as hell, no?

Well... No.

Turns out fucking Lucanis Dellamorte is the sweetest, earnest, kindest and romantic being in existence who, yes, happens to kill people on the side in between cups of coffee but: OH MY FUCKING GOD I SWEAR that Bioware wrote this shit knowing my taste and tbh I cannot complain about it (could've been longer, feel a bit robbed, but then again, a topic for another post)

So yeah. I'm 10000% down bad and madly in love with him... *cries in: could you talk to me? Your voice is a comfort* Another obsession to add to the list lol

Oh... man... I can't... I guess that's all then, this is already too long anyways. That final sex scene though, and the conversation before and after they bang, uf... top tier, seriously... In a: "you make me feel human" kind of level, which almost feels like a blasphemy to say lol

[lizard-zombie]

Just saw the Mario Movie and I got a few things to say

1) overall, I enjoyed it a lot and referencing stuff from the games tickled my brain. It’s a fun movie and I wouldn’t mind watching it again

2) heLLO???? THE MUSIC????? FANTASTIC. Hearing the little iconic tunes are making me giggle lol

3) the animation is so pretty! I don’t know much about art, but I thought it was really really nice. Lighting was really cool and the detail on the world and characters was impressive

4) Peach was not being an insufferable “Strong Woman” like I feared. She was there doing what she needed to do and not making a huge deal about it. Thank you for that. She’s my main in smash and kart and I would die for her.

5) speaking of Peach, she and Mario did not end up in a romantic relationship at the end. They are partners, friends. If they were to get into a relationship in the far future, I think this is a good starting point to build off of.

6) and speaking of Mario, the guy was pretty cool. The Pratt man wasn’t terrible. I was iffy at the beginning of the movie but I was over it after a short while. I cringed less than I thought

7) I am so so so happy they didn’t pull a “What is this? Im the chosen one? But im just a dude” trope. Mario is just like, “ayo im a guy and im confident that I know how to do plumbing things and I love my brother.” Love that for you, Mario.

8) The Mario and Luigi’s brotherly relationship is everything to me. It was beautiful and all I ever needed in the franchise. I want more. And to get more, i need Luigi to be by Mario’s side and not trapped in a cage for most of the movie. Luigi is my baby and I love him and he’s doing great in every scene. I just NEED him to have MORE screen time.

9) up until this movie, I did not ship Bowser and Luigi, but now I’m considering it. They’re interactions were sus as hell and the chemistry was undeniable. That’s just the truth sorry not sorry

10) JACK BLACK WAS AMAZING AND HES EVERYTHING AS BOWSER AND YES MAN SING IT

11) I love Bowser with all my heart and he was so good in this movie

12) D. K. DONKEY KONG

That was the BEST way to introduce him and I nearly went feral when it happened

13) I need more DK and Mario friendship please and thank you

14) I want more content and I hope the internet will supply me with fun and fluffy (or angsty) content otherwise, I will cry

15) Charles Martinet as the father makes me gakshsjgsksgsskyespleaseandthankyousomuch

16) so this is not “a few” haha I don’t remember everything wanted to say because it’s been a couple minutes since I started thinking and now my brain is foozy woozy mushy wushy bye bye

[luvismenu]

Little cute drabbles ideas for owiu. Obviously write only what you feel like and whatever speaks to you.

- oc brings jk to her parent’s house. Usually it’s very stressful for her but with jungkook by her side she’s more calm. This is probably fits after the series ends?

- smutty scene from jk pov. Guilty confessing that I currently write one for my fic, because I love we can see how whipped the man is. This can also be trying something new for them / jk is trying to do something he thinks oc would love. I just love their sexual chemistry.

- they go for a real first date.

I tried to think about something angsty because it’s usually my go to, but I can’t think of any. Maybe they’ve been through enough.

these are amazing!!! aaaa it's so hard to pickkk—

imma let u guys choose one keke

(read under the cut if u want a glimpse of the drabbles, to help u choose one!!!)

parents scene would be funny cuz jungkook's gonna be like "oh yeah i will impress them, dw about it" and oc thinks that they would love him immediately but in reality it's gonna be a little awkward cuz her parents are kindaaaa on the strict side so ykyk there would be ✨some tension✨ like—

“i think your parents hate me,” jungkook murmurs into your ear

you immediately shake your head, offering him a reassuring smile. “they’re always like that, babe. don’t overthink it. we’re just here for calvin,” you say, throwing a pointed glare at your brother.

calvin stifles a laugh, clearly enjoying the situation. “maybe your boyfriend should join dad and me for golf tomorrow,” he says casually, but the glint in his eye tells you he’s doing this on purpose.

jungkook stiffens, and you don’t miss the way he subtly swallows hard. his gaze darts to your dad, who’s glaring at him like he’s the villain in some movie. and you can almost feel jungkook’s soul leaving his body.

“great idea,” you say as you pat jungkook’s arm, trying to ease some tension. “i’m sure he’d love to spend some quality time with you two.”

“what?” jungkook hisses under his breath, eyes wide with panic as you flash him an innocent smile.

“it will be alright, babe. i'll be with you.” you whisper

jk's pov during a smut scene is gonna be sooooo crazy omg, he LOVES her okay, would basically be a "whipped jk moment" likeee—

“f-fuck baby, so fucking pretty—god, you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen,” he growls into your ear, his voice low and rough as he pounds into you from behind. one hand grips your hip tightly, guiding you back onto him, while the other rests on your neck, firm but never rough, just enough to hold you in place.

“y-you’ve seen other women?” you gasp out, your voice breathy but still trying to tease him.

the corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk before he presses his chest to your back, his lips brushing your ear. “no other woman could ever compare to you, baby,” he murmurs

his hand trails down from your neck to cup your breast, his fingers brushing over your nipple as he whispers, “you’re a goddess. the prettiest damn thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“all fucking mine,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

their first date would be cute jsjskegishe just some fluffy moments + banter cuz why not lol they're crazy like—

“what are you looking at? don’t tell me there are men here more handsome than me,” jungkook asks, casually twirling his pasta onto his fork, though his tone is playful.

you pause, narrowing your eyes at him before an idea sparks in your mind.

“yeah, actually,” you say with a smirk, leaning forward “i was checking out those guys over there.”

his fork freezes mid-air as he frowns and immediately glances in the direction you’re looking. his expression shifts to confusion when he spots two elderly men engrossed in conversation.

he turns back to you, rolling his eyes. “it’s our first date, and you’re already eyeing other men? seriously?” he jokes, but the way he says it makes you laugh.

“what did you expect?” you tease. “i was just looking around because, seriously, this restaurant looks ridiculously expensive! how much are they charging you for this pasta?”

“does it matter?” he grins, leaning back in his chair. “i think you deserve everything, baby”

ty anon ily!! 🤍

[tetheredfeathers]

Some of my favourite fics set during CF

My favorite everlark moments are the months before and after the announcement of the quell. Anyway here are some fics to fill that void. All are canon compliant except for one.

Because she couldn't possibly..... by ETNRL4L

An absolute favorite, the eyelash scene in Peeta's pov. The writing is impeccable.

knit 2 together by loveleee

Katniss knits, Peeta paints. So sweet.

Seven Days by ThirtySomething

Another one about them working on the plantbook, so bitterweet.

The Archer's Aim by sophinisba

A villanelle for the Catching Fire training montage. Let's just say I cried.

The Last Sunday by IzzySamson 

Training before the quell in Gale's Pov. Loved the insight into Gale's head watching everlark be so angsty and obvious lol.

Capital Vices and Distinct Virtues

This one is so beautiful and well written I cannot emphasize enough.

Katniss and Peeta debate the merits of mankind, its virtue and vice, with District Twelve as a stage. Katniss begins to realize something she won't fully understand until after the rebellion. Canon-compliant CF interlude. Round 4 PiP submission for the sin of pride, though all seven make an appearance.

Sneak Attack by burkygirl

This one is so fluffy and cosy, ughhhhh loved it. SLight canon divergence tho. This is the only one rest are all canon complaint.

A surprise during Peeta's walk home from the bakery could change everything. A little winter Everlark interlude post-Victory Tour. Written for Day 1 of the Yuletide in Panem: 12 Days of Christmas challenge on Tumblr.

Intimate Bystander by burkygirl

Love this author so much.💕💕

Katniss said it was just for the cameras. Gale believed her until he discovered she screams for Peeta in the night. In the days before the Quarter Quell, Gale finds out there’s more to Katniss’s relationship with Peeta than she’s led him to believe. In-Panem, mostly Canon. Everlark Fic Exchange, Springtime Edition, Prompt 1 – Gale walks in on/eavesdrops/overhears Everlark being intimate.

Conversations by tethered_feathers

Last but not least one by me, still writing tho.

Peeta and Katniss' conversations over the course of CF

[tevanavernus]

To survive the week long breaks between the episodes and stress at work I think I need to overcompensate by writing lol. So if you have any angsty or fluffy prompts or anything you want to read, feel free to shoot me a prompt and I’ll see what I can do :) also pls include the level of commitment eg is it at the beginning of their relationship, married ect ect.

Also Im not excluding smut but I have written like 2 scenes so as a caution my experience is very much like ‘they kissed kissingly’ lmoa. Jk ofc I’ll try but it’s not my strongest point heh.

And ofc my main fic takes priority in terms of writing but it would be nice to write something in the meantime and it having very little consequence to overarching story.

[fir-fireweed]

today is a great day ( or night for those who have a different timezone ) for ANGST 😈😈 ik this isnt possibke but how would the ros react when they see the mc dead? ( in the relationship stage btw! )

Omg Anon, wwwwwwhhhhhhhyyyyyyy??? 😭

Ok, full disclosure, I have a real mental block with angst. I tried to think about these and my brain put up a barbed wire, electric, 50 foot brick wall and was like HARD NOPE! I understand angst and conflict is necessary for stories and character growth, but I really struggle with writing it. I’m all about the fluffy bunnies and puffy rainbow clouds and unicorn farts and everyone singing kumbaya.

So I did what I do when I have difficulty writing angsty scenes… I called my sister, lol. She helped me write or even wrote herself the angsty scenes in Viatica and helped me construct this answer. Love you @orangeflavoryawp 😘

All of them would be devastated, obviously. But Ferret and Heron in particular would not be able to overcome it. Ferret would let the anger consume her and would most likely get herself killed trying to burn the world down, no fucks given. Heron, it would crush his spirit; he’d retreat back into perfect worker mode and be a shell of a man for the rest of his life, not caring however long that would be.

Lion would be overcome with crushing guilt and regret, and take it as a personal failing. He’d eventually recover but he would never love another. Robin out of all of them has the most hope and resilience. They would be overcome with grief too, of course, but they would turn that grief into action; they would use their memory of the MC as a catalyst for creating a better world.

But all of this is null and void because they’re all going to live happily ever after, of course! 😅

And sing kumbaya.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[dipplinduo]

How did you first start shipping Kiki and Julie?

Oooh fun question!! So I thought Kieran's immediate admiration was adorable, but didn't think too much of it. Then as more time went on in teal mask, with the scenes like Kieran coming abnormally close to Julie with the Rotom phone map scene, asking to go to the festival together, "I don't know if we have enough room for you in the house", "Whoa..." at the jinbei getup, "You're....you're special"

*pauses to take a breath*

Jeez, he's so got it down bad. LOL

The innocence and purity of it all was really adorable and I was like "Aww, this is cute" right then and there, right.

BUT THEN

BUT THEN

The Change™ started happening, and Kieran instantly became a much more compelling character by the end of Teal Mask. I am very big into the rivals to lovers/enemies to lovers trope, and its my favorite romance thing ever lol. Older pokeshippings I like tapped into the dynamic a bit, but I love love loved the dimensionality in dipplinshipping. Never really tapped into friends to rivals/enemies to lovers??? But oh my god???? Suddenly it was "Oh this idea is cute!" to

"Oh.

OH.

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING."

The most enjoyable part of the ship, too, is that there's a lot of depth and breathing room for all sorts of different dynamic scenarios for Kieran and Juliana because of their canon history. It can be fluffy and wholesome, it can be angsty and charged, it can be...sweet & sour (ba dum tss), and it all makes sense and blends well.

[gigi-the-writer]

Ooo can I make a request? Ik there’s the whole hero x villain trope but I raise you: villain x Just Some Dude.

The vibe no matter which character is very much “we have GOT to stop meeting like this”. Imagine you’re just trying to work as an Uber driver part time and you pick up Demencia only to end up in a high speed chase (a little like that scene in Deadpool where all this shit is going on and the poor driver is just like “yea aight this is normal”.) She’s arguing with Flug in the backseat bc the Hatship needs repairs and god this is the worst Home Depot trip ever-

Or she frequents your family’s restaurant so often you know her order by heart, always having it ready for pickup. Studying for exams when you get a phone call asking if you can pick her up from jail “because the nerd said I had to stay and learn a lesson”. She’s the type that just drops into your dorm window the night before a big exam like “you should just ditch lol come play mailbox baseball with me”

On the other hand, Flug with a civilian s/o is simultaneously relaxing and worrisome to him. Like yes he can get an escape from the stress of work and all, but if you’re seen with him it’s dangerous. But you’re so sweet to his son, maybe you’re a teacher or daycare worker or really just anyone who works with kids, and a major sweetheart. Or you run a bakery or diner he loves going to (my moms hometown has an airplane themed one that serves the absolute best breakfasts so def got some inspiration there lol)

Often finds himself sneaking out to see you on down days, but unlike Demencia he tries to keep you his little secret. Will help you with your lab report if you ask.

There’s just…so many options for civilian s/o, and they can be fluffy or angsty. That’s the beauty of it. I’d love to hear your interpretations/headcanons!

Flug and Demencia x a civilian reader

FLUG:

Yes, I agree that Flug finds it both relaxing and worrisome. Though it’d be easier to hide his relationship from BlackHat, if you live on the island it’d be harder since BlackHat has eyes everywhere in that place.

If you live somewhere like Atreno, he’ll visit, but only when he’s on missions, or on breaks (when he saves up enough). I doubt BlackHat would let him leave the island to take a few days off even if he did save up enough for that much time.

He does often bring 5.0.5 with him because there’s no way he’s leaving him alone with either BlackHat or Demencia. 5.0.5 feels..safer with you honestly.

Flug may hide the fact that he’s a villain from you, depending on how you are around the news concerning villains and heroes. He just wants to play it safe.

DEMENCIA:

She’s actually less into something like that than you may think. She fell for BlackHat because of his evil and twisted nature, so I can’t see her really falling for some random civilian unless it’s a rare case of ‘genuinely likes them because of how they act towards HER’.

Demencia kind of knows BlackHat doesn’t love her, but she makes it seem like she can change that. She doesn’t get much understanding and comfort when she has any outbursts or powerful emotions. She doesn’t understand them but uses her fists to cope when ‘needed’. Having someone there for her telling her ‘it’s okay to cry’ and ‘it’s okay to be angry’ and such makes her view that person in a much more appreciated manner.

Both of them having a taste of someone/something peaceful outside of the chaos and havoc that is their daily lives is good for them. They desperately need it.

[arviyya]

Author Interview

Thank you for tagging me @badhairred :]

How many works do you have on AO3?

8 total

What's your total AO3 word count?

393,050 (since June which is insane to me)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

I try not to look at my stats so I'm just gonna list my favorite three in order :]

A Taste of Sin

It's Beginning to Look alot like Avoidance

A Song of Serpents

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! When I have time, I loveee chatting in the comments. Lately it takes me a couple weeks to get to them but I will always respond.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Its not finished yet, but A Taste of Sin's ending will be a bit angsty.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

On Those Peanut Butter Vibes or Venom Dripping In Your Mouth both have very silly and fluffy endings :]

Do you write crossovers?

Nope!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I know of

Do you write smut?

I've only ever written one fic that's not rated explicit lol 💀

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

*shrugs* *eyes people who make plagiarism accusations in fandom* yall are wierd

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! A couple times - and most of the words I've written in my life are in my million+ word count collab Into the Abyss

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rosekiller

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I started a fanfic writing au once, who knows if I'll ever finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Angst, baby.

Also, scene setting and vibes. I'm all about those vibes.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, unfortunately I feel like my smut could use some work. I'm good with the feelings part and the abstract but I'm not great at mapping the limbs.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love the diversity and lean on my bilingual friends hehe

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Arcane and Jayvik, or Fellow Travelers

What's your favorite fic you've written?

A Taste of Sin, hands down. We aren't into the thick of it yet but there's much to come including a big plot twist. It's the most character driven story I've written and it's so important to me. (I project I'll be back to writing this one in February, and I'll be focusing on it too)

np tags: @shoopsthereitis @bluedahlia912 @messymoony @microdamage @galaxostars

[come-rain-come-shine]

Talk Shop Tuesday -

It’s almost been a week since the break up.

How are you doing?

Has it affected how you read or write?

Mentally, I'm still in and out of this stage. I continue to make new sad connections and realizations about the ramifications of the breakup (hence the sad spiral posts full of GIFs lol sorry, not sorry).

But I have faith! But I am sad. But I know this is temporary!! But I know they have a long way to go. But I know they will get there and be stronger for it!!!

Been doing a lot of that.

As for writing, I do most of my writing within the confines of my brain and my text chat with my bestie (as opposed to a word processor where I might actually have a story to show for it lol). My ideas lately have mostly been angsty, try as I might to come up with some fluff to counterbalance the torrents of angst that have been filling up the front page of the Chenford tag on AO3.

I understand that we are hurting, cause I sure am, but I am on my hands and knees, BEGGING for fluff right now. I keep saying that @girlintotv has been doing the Lord's work, posting some fluffy updates in the past week. You're helping to keep me afloat, Vic!!

I totally understand why a lot of people are posting angst right now, and I encourage people to cathart their emotions through their writing. But personally, I just can't with the MCD or the idea of them being broken up for years or Lucy finding out she's pregnant and running away. I am too fragile for this level of angst right now without knowing there's a happy ending in store!!!

Thus, I have been reading a lot of older fluff and tried and true comfort fics. I was thinking of making a post with some fluffy fic recs to help us weather these tumultuous times.

On the bright side of all this, I am recovered enough from the initial blow that I may try actually writing some fluffy scenes in my fic to make me feel better! So thank you, heart wrenching breakup, for providing some much-needed motivation.

Thanks for the ask!!

[amidnight--dreary]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @zsparz !!!💖

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

166!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

2.013.111. I write when I‘m stressed, can you tell?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly the MCU. Frostiron my beloved 💕 I recently posted a Huskerdust fic, though, and a couple years ago I posted some Good Omens stuff! I have another Good Omens wip brewing, but I haven‘t worked on it in a while.

4. Top five fics by kudos

First one up would be Your Call, a multi-chaptered ABO Frostiron thing that‘s sadly unfinished because I‘m not happy with where it was going somehow. Then Corners of Reality, my baby, Yes or No, Dereliktion and last but not least Vita Nova!

5. Do you respond to comments?

God I try. I’m so bad at it though. On long fics I always answer comments on the last chapter when I post the new one, but I keep forgetting to reply to comments on older chapters or oneshots😭 They all mean the world to me though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohh I wrote a few angsty oneshots but it‘s been a while. Maybe Here, that‘s the most recent one. Of the older ones I remember all my light most clearly. Tony is dead or dying in both of these lol, poor Loki.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I like to think the happiest endings in stories are ones you had to fight for a little bit, so maybe Dereliktion. That was a long ride filled with angst and messed up relationships lol. I think Haywire (my first and so far only Sentinel/Guide fic, I love that trope a lot akfj) also has a pretty fluffy ending, and I have some oneshots that are pretty much all fluff!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Occasionally? Just the other day I got another anon ask on here complaining about my recent stories. Makes me extra thankful for everyone who takes the time to tell me they enjoy my stuff!!💖

9. Do you write smut?

I do! Pretty much all the time lol. I love writing Dom/sub relationships!

10. Craziest crossover?

I don‘t think I‘ve ever written one before?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yesss. I‘m not sure if they just didn’t know any better though, they deleted the copied parts as soon as I told them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! I‘m always so happy when that happens!!

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

Also yes. One year I did a whole Frostiron Advent calendar with @rabentochter (do you remember this????? How did we have the time??????? Insane) and we wrote a few more collabs beyond that.

14. All time favorite ship?

Frostiron!!!!!!!!!!!! I love my sassy messed up geniuses lol

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhh I‘ve got a few. I‘d like to finish/rewrite Your Call. Once I also had the cracky fever dream of Loki doing random standup comedy shows in New York because he‘d KILL that. Can you imagine the sarcasm. The gallow‘s humor. Anyway I started that and then realized I Cannot Write Standup Routines at all. So there‘s that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

What I like to write the most is character and relationship development, so hopefully I‘m decent at that? Also dialogue, I hope, but that kinda comes and goes depending on the conversation.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I kinda suck thinking of longish plot that goes beyond “will they kiss?? Will they FUCK???” so I’ve been trying to practice that. Also scenes with lots of action😭

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it. I’ve been wanting to write a fic where Tony can properly show off his language skills but I don’t know enough languages to pull that off lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The VERY first was Dracula, back when I was 13 or so. I had a big thing for van Helsing back then. My first fandom on ao3 was Once Upon a Time!!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooohhh. That would be Corners of Reality, because I worked on it for years before I even started posting it and I love how it turned out. It’s a slow burn time travel enemies to friends to almost lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to allies to lovers fic. I had SO much fun writing it I still think about it all the time😭😭

I’m just gonna tag some writers I know are on here: @endlessstairway @xottan @izhunny @arabesqueangel @bouncydragon no pressure though!! And if you see this and you’re a writer please consider yourself tagged!!💖