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my decision to finish answering my short asks first before getting to the longer ones has been going terribly
#these are too many asks I can't finish them and I keep switching between them and end up answering nothing#also tumblr isn't notifying me for anything in this blog for some reason#i should probably shut my ask box for a bit#queue
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Collab | Kozume Kenma
Summary | Fans of you and Kenma wanted a collab, but didn't realise you've been together for a year
Content | Fluff, I guess kinda hidden relationship
Word Count | 0.5k
A/N | I like the idea of this, I might rewrite this to be longer at some point
Fans of both you and Kenma have been begging for a collab between you two for a long time. People had started to realise that you followed each other on Twitter and would regularly reply to each other.
When someone asked about the possibility of a collab between the two of you, you confirmed that you'd like to, and that you've known Kenma since high school.
Many collabs later, you're sat in your gaming chair playing League of Legends on stream with Kodzuken.
"Kodzu, you're pretty cute, you know," you say into your microphone, smiling. He immediately starts stumbling over his words, blushing slightly.
You giggle, glancing at his stream on your third monitor, watching him struggle with his words, face dusted with pink. Switching your attention to your chat, you smile at the chat messages flying in.
"Come on, don't do that to me," he mutters, getting his focus back on the game.
Smiling, you shake your head slightly, muting yourself briefly to talk to your chat, laughing at how many people are enthusiastically agreeing or questioning you. You don't respond to any of the questions, just smiling at them.
A while later, you glance at your chat and a certain question jumps out at you. "Hey, Kodzu."
He hums in response to you, taking a sip of either water or some other drink in a G-Fuel cup.
"Are we ever gonna meet up in person?" you ask, repeating the question asked to you in your chat.
He chokes a little on his drink but manages not to spit it everywhere, placing the cup back down. He stumbles over his words for a moment before his response comes. "I'd like to."
You giggle, looking at the chat messages coming in calling you guys cute, saying they ship you guys, or expressing jealousy of either one of you.
"Yeah? I'd like that a lot, Kodzuken," you whisper in a jokingly flirty voice. The look on his face makes you laugh.
Not long later, you both say goodbye to your chats and end your streams. You and Kenma stay on the Discord call once the streams are finished.
"So," you smirk, leaning forward with your head resting on your hand "When are we meeting in person?" you ask teasingly.
He rolls his eyes at you. "You're such an asshole sometimes," he says before ending the call.
With a smile, you lean back in your gaming chair. Only a moment later, the door swings open, your boyfriend walking in.
"You know what calling me cute and stuff on stream does to me," he complains, pouting slightly.
Laughing, you hold your arms out to him. "I know, I know, but I just can't resist! You're way too cute!"
He shakes his head but walks over to let you hug him anyway, even though he doesn't hug you back. "If you keep acting like that, they're gonna figure out we've been dating for ages," he says, hiding his soft smile in your hair.
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Driving Her Crazy

A small road trip with Yubin and a little spicy time in the car because of her.
length 2K
Yubin X Mreader
It was 4 pm. If all went well, you’d be at your destination for the perfect view. You shut the car door and start the engine, listening to it roar. You look over at Yubin. “Ready?”
“Ready,” she responds, a toothy grin on her face.
“Alright, get comfortable. We’ll be driving for 12 hours and won’t make many stops.” you remind her before leaving your home and beginning your road trip. Yubin was excited about traveling with you around the northwestern part of the US. She was more than excited after you told her of the sight there. The first part of your plan was to get to your mountain resort so you could show Yubin how to snowboard. The first hour went by fast, and you both quickly grew tired of the drive, especially when you started thinking about how much longer you had.
“You know, when you said 12 hours, I thought it wouldn’t feel like too long…I was wrong.” Yubin says as she stares out the window.
“I told you it was going to be a long time, and unfortunately, there’s nothing of interest around here.”
Yubin turns to you, her hands clinging to your arm. “Isn’t there something for us to do? I don’t think I’ll be able to last the entire ride in here doing nothing.”
“I mean, you could take the wheel for a while if you want to.”
Yubin’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Really? Can I?” she asks eagerly. You nod, and she quickly takes over the wheel. She adjusts the seat, inching it forward and raising it so she can see over the dashboard. “Let’s do this!” She exclaims, pressing the gas and causing the car to lurch forward. She looks at you with a sheepish grin. “Oops?” she chuckles. You can't help but roll your eyes and shake your head at her.
Yubin purses her lips and lightly presses on the gas, slowly building up to the speed limit and driving along while you take your break. Yubin enjoys taking charge and following the directions you give her. Being in control of the drive there gives her a sense of purpose, but after about two hours, she tires of having to be focused. “I don’t think I want to drive anymore.”
You chuckle, “But you said you wanted to drive earlier.”
“I take it back. Can you drive?”
“Alright, let's pull over at the next exit. We’ll grab some snacks, and we can switch places.” Yubin accelerates, eager to switch roles as soon as possible.
Stopping at a gas station, Yubin heads inside to get snacks for the rest of your drive while you fill-up the car. She finishes her shopping trip first, sneaking herself into the back seats and bringing them down to make an improvised bed. As she’s about to climb in, you tug at the straps of her shirt, “Not happening, get in the front.” Yubin pouts and gets in the front seat, huffing as she shuts the door.
Once you're done, you climb into the driver's seat and drive off, driving through heavily wooded areas as you contrive. The evening sky becomes dark as the thick canopy lets little light break through. Yubin spends time on her phone, switching between apps as she finds something to do. A sudden moan makes you jump, and you look over at Yubin; she has the face of someone caught watching something they shouldn’t be. “Really? Right now?”
“I have nothing to watch. I didn’t download any of my shows!” She shouts,
“There are so many other things you can watch,” you shout back, trying to hold in your laughter.
Yubin briefly quiets before whispering, “We haven’t done it all day.”
“Is that what this is about?”
“Yes, you know I need to do it at least once.”
You ruffle your hair. “We can’t really do it right now. I’m driving, and we have a schedule to stick to.”
“At least let me have a taste; you can still drive while I do it.” You groan, knowing that Yubin would probably keep asking through the entire drive if you disagreed now.
“Alright, fine.” Yubin claps her hands before leaning over the center console. She unbuttons your jeans and pulls out your cock, licking her lips as she strokes it slowly.
“Come to mommy.” She whispers before kissing the tip, feeling it twitch against her lips. She smirks before moving down your shaft and planting soft kisses along it. You groan while trying to stay focused on driving. Luckily, no cars were around, so you had more room for errors. You looked down, watching Yubin’s head bob up and down as she used her tongue along the tip.
You felt her slowly building up to more, taking in more of your cock. You groan loudly as your cock hits the back of her throat. Yubin holds herself against your crotch, her tongue moving from side to side. You place one hand on Yubin’s head and push her down further, moaning her name as you feel her tighten her throat around your cock. “Shit,” you grunt, struggling to keep from cumming this instant. Yubin pulls away, smiling as she strokes your shaft.
“Cum for me; I want to taste it,” she whispers into your ear before dragging her tongue along it. Yubin kisses your cheek before swallowing your cock again, her lips forming a tight seal around your shaft as her tongue swirls around the head. You groan, your hips bucking instinctively as you try to keep control of the car. You feel Yubin hold you down as she continues to bob her head, hungry for something to eat.
You roar as you cum inside her mouth. Yubin runs her hand along the base of your shaft, stroking you quickly in hopes of getting as much cum from you as possible. Her mouth quickly fills with your cum. She moans, enjoying the taste as it hits her tongue and swallowing as much as possible. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks you dry, ensuring not a single drop escapes. She pulls back, licking her lips and smiling. “Ah! That was great,” She says, stretching her arms and leaning back in her seat. She glances at your lip cock, her eyes wandering up slowly until she reaches your face. “You know, I ought to thank you for driving the rest of the night. I have just the reward. You can use me anytime you want, anytime.” Yubin repeats. “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me,” she says with a smirk as she adjusts herself in her seat. “Whatever you decide, I won’t mind,” Yubin shuts her eyes and smiles to herself as you continue driving. You pay her no mind continuing onward.
Yubin falls asleep some hours later. You glance in her direction whenever she rolls from one side to the other. During one of her rolls, you notice that one of her straps has rolled down her shoulder, giving you a view of her cleavage. It makes your cock stir as you imagine her tits. The next time she rolls over, Yubin turns away from you, and you see her shorts have ridden up, showing off her plump ass. You’re hard and struggle to keep your eyes away from Yubin’s body. Her words ring in your mind now, “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me.” It gnaws at you for a while before you decide to pull over, hiding yourself on the roadside. You move to Yubin’s side of the car and take her into the back, where she had made the backseats a bed. You place Yubin on her stomach and pull down her shorts. You stare at Yubin’s thong, debating whether you should continue before deciding that you should. You pull it down slowly, leaving them around her thighs. You stare at Yubin’s ass running your hands along it and squeezing it softly. You notice her wet cunt and move toward it, lifting her hips and moving your arm around her waist. You rub her cunt slowly, moving your fingers around her clit. You hear her breathing get heavier, and as you continue, you hear Yubin softly moan your name as she sleeps. You slip a finger inside her, feeling her warm walls squeeze your fingers as you stretch her out. Yubin’s breathing turns into soft moans as you toy with her.
You can’t hold back any longer, though; you replace your finger with the real thing, pushing your cock inside Yubin slowly until you buried inside her. Yubin’s moans continue as you begin thrusting. You move slowly, trying not to wake Yubin. Your grip her waist gently and push your length inside her slippery cunt. You moan Yubin’s name as you move inside her. Her sleeping form turns you on more as she takes your cock easily.
You feel her tighten around you, though, and it drives you mad. You try to keep your slow pace, but can’t you begin thrusting harder and faster, ramming your cock deep into Yubin’s cunt. Yubin begins to stir slowly, moans still flowing from her lips as she begins to realize what’s happening; a smile forms on her lips as she feels your cock knock against her womb. “Thanks for the wake-up, big boy.” She says, placing her hand over her stomach and feeling your cock move around inside her. The thought of you using her while she slept pushes Yubin to the edge, and after a few more thrusts, she cums on your cock, moaning loudly as her walls tighten around you.
You groan, feeling your climax approach. Flipping Yubin onto her back, you start thrusting into her again, wanting to watch her face as you cum inside her. You thrust wildly, Yubin’s cunt squeezing you as you flood her body with pleasure. Her moans become louder, and she wraps her legs and arms around you, forcing you deeper into her cunt. As you near your orgasm, Yubin’s walls begin to tighten around you again, and she screams, “I’m cumming!” her body begins to convulse as you bury yourself inside of her and flood her pussy with your cum. Yubin lets out a silent moan as her head tilts back; her body shakes as she feels your hot semen pour into her. Minutes pass as you remain buried inside her. You kiss Yubin softly, caressing her hair as you both cool off. You pull out of Yubin slowly, reach toward the front seats, grab a water bottle, and hand it to her. She sips the water as she remains lying on her back. “That felt great; my body is still tingling.”
“Yeah, it was really good,” you say, breathing heavily. You lean over and kiss Yubin's forehead, smiling at her. “Let’s rest for a few more minutes before we get going again. We need to get to our hotel on time. Yubin nods, and the two of you stay in the back for ten minutes before getting dressed.
You get back on the road and continue your drive. Yubin stays awake, keeping you company and chatting with you. There was about one more hour of driving left when she reached over and tried to fish your cock out of your pants. “Hey, not now.” You try to tell her, but Yubin argues back, eventually getting you to pull over. “It’s not safe, and we’ve already done enough.”
“You weren’t complaining when I was giving you a blowjob yesterday,” she retorts as she climbs over to your side, moving the seat back. She grabs your cock and slips it inside her cunt, moaning softly. “There we go,” she coos. “I want to get you ready for the hotel because I want you to fuck me silly when we get there.”
“Ugh, fine,” you agree reluctantly. Yubin smiles and presses her ass against you, grinding on you as you drive the remaining hour. Each little bump on the road caused her to bounce on your cock, making her more hungry for what was to come at your hotel.
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Entangled Heart - Chapter 1

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader
Summary: The world had gone to hell a few years ago. No one cared about preserving other beings, endangered species. The crown of creation was quickly deemed a threat, and the hunters became the hunted.
The world changed, we were no longer at the top of the food chain. The plants were.
They passive-aggressively spread, allowing a new plant species, called the 'Verdantia aurea' or Goldleaf Fern, to thrive. No one knew it was an invasive species. Other regional plants died, throwing the world out of balance. Many still remember the initial reports.
It felt like the Seven Plagues of the End Times, written as if in the Bible.
You're part of that fucked ecosystem now together with a few survivors who made an oath to save humanity or at least whats left of it. One of them in particular doesn't seem to like you, everyone calls him Ghost. And you're pretty sure it's not because of the report when you were found nude, nestled between a bush of Goldleaf Fern itself by some Scientists.
Tags: Post Apocalyptic,Slowburn, No use of Y/N, Nicknames, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Mild Gore, Violence.
Wordcount: 2,6k
Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
"What do you mean, you're in charge of the medbay for today?"
The chair you were just sitting on tilted backward as you suddenly got up. Your palms slammed onto the typical school desk that had been brought over from the neighboring facility. Old, wobbly, and already smelling musty from years of use. The table had seen better days, probably even before the apocalypse.
"Come on, Milow! Max! You two can't leave me alone with this group!"
You looked at the two of them with concern and disapointment. You were almost sure that Milow would accompany you, if you would ask Desperately.
"Your little sister needs help, so please don't let me hanging, maybe you coulds ask if one of the medics can switch-"
before you could even finish speaking, Max raised his hand to stop you.
"No chance, Ghost explicitly said I should keep an eye on the newcomers. Who knows what they might have brought in."
He took a sip from his steaming cup and looked at the locked door across the room. It had a sign with a radioactive symbol on it, at least you think that that's what is displayed on it. It had seen better days for sure.
"Milow, what about you?"
You looked pleadingly at the gaunt guy, silently sitting in the corner of the old sofa. He was currently solving a crossword puzzle in an old soggy newspaper, but Milow just shook his head and gestured towards Max. He wanted to stay with him
"Alright, I see. Fine, just great."
You narrowed your eyes into slits before a sigh escaped your throat and you repositioned your chair, sitting down in frustration.
The world had gone to hell a few years ago. No one cared about preserving other beings, endangered species. The crown of creation was quickly deemed a threat, and the hunters became the hunted. The world changed, we were no longer at the top of the food chain. The plants were. They passive-aggressively spread, allowing a new plant species, called the 'Verdantia aurea' or Goldleaf Fern, to thrive. No one knew it was an invasive species. Other regional plants died, throwing the world out of balance. Many still remember the initial reports. It felt like the Seven Plagues of the End Times, written as if in the Bible.
There were reports of wandering locusts searching for habitable areas. Fish died due to lack of food. The sun's radiation increased, making daily wandering through the city torture. Then the animals went berserk, attacking their owners as if they were all rabid beasts, and ultimately, people started behaving differently. Once at the top of the food chain, now they fought for survival. But against what? What was the cause of all this? If one glanced out during the day at the streets of Berlin, one could see golden reflections, a shimmer that might lure a greedy fool.
Too late the humandkind realized that it was a mere plant, the Goldleaf Fern that changed people, animals, and the whole ecosystem. No one knew what it really wanted, if it could even think, but in many eyes, it had a goal: to eradicate all life to create something new. There were some who thought differently.
"I won't forget that."
You murmured as a warning. Your feet swung onto the table. Coughing could be heard from the next room, a side effect when exposed to the spores of the Goldleaf Fern. Just recently, the 141 team had rescued a group of survivors from an old collapsed farmhouse.
They talked about being locked up, how the strange plant had blocked their way, as if it came from a completely different genus, the genus of Dinonaer, the Venus flytraps. But you had no idea about that, you couldn't remember anything, at least the two years you apperantly were out there and survived on your own. Milow and Max were in charge of medicine and gardening of useful vegetables. Secretly you were nervous that the tomatoes they harvested last week might turn into concious venusflytraps too. They, along with 6 others, observed the quarantined survivors.
If one of them was infected, surely they all were. Max talked a lot about the events in the quarantine areas when he had the chance to. People died left and right. It usually started with shortness of breath, then with ravenous hunger, and ultimately with plant-like growths and complete brain death.
Despite the morbid disease, Max could never stop making jokes. He teased you about believing as a child that if you swallowed the seeds of a watermelon, a tree would grow inside you. Now that horror had become a reality.
As you looked back at Max and Milow, they strangely raised their gaze as if looking behind you, observing something that made them uncomfortable.
"Morning, Lieutenant."
Came from Max, who then returned to his book. As you leaned your head back to look up at the lieutenant, you were first met with his cold gaze.
"Rookie, we expect you downstairs in five."
Lieutenant Ghost. That's how everyone else here knew him, nobody except for his closest friends knew his real name. Since your arrival, he hadn't been very hospitable or inclusive. You couldn't even answer before he was gone. He was very taciturn and seemed to enjoy making your life a living hell.
He was also in charge of assigning tasks, and more than once, he had given you tasks that were the worst. Cleaning the restrooms, getting rid of any biodegratable trash, so that no plants can access it or the guarding dayshifts. After those dayshifts everyone kept their distance. Understandable noone wants to sit or stand next to a sweaty and sleep deprived piece of shit. The few times he did speak to you, he only asked about your file, which wasnt ready when you departed in the USA, or if you had done your blood test yet. You could deliver neither, and honestly, it probably never would be, not with what the other doctors and scientists at the US base had discovered.
Even in front of Max, you kept the past at bay. After he flew to Germany for his medical studies, everything went downhill. Frank died, and you were left alone in a shitty suburb in the USA. A few old friends of Frank's, from his biker gang, occasionally stopped by, after all, they had known you since you were a child and you had worked in the diner next to their Gas-Station.
You would argue that it had been tough years, had you not retreated into the world of video games and occasionally attempted hacking for some money, albeit unsuccessfully. In hindsight, it would have been much easier to strip in the local pub, had you had enough courage.
You still remember the day when the spores took over their hosts. It was January, doctors suspected a simple flu wave. No one could have guessed that the affected people would become more aggressive, whole stores would be looted, and countless people would die. But once again, it was blamed on something else. Theorists blamed it on some radiation, others thought it was the video games.
No one could have guessed so quickly that it was an unknown plant species posing as a normal shield fern. Biologists only became aware of the plant when it was too late.
"So then Max, Milow, have fun nursing the sick."
You gave them a brief, not entirely serious, contemptuous look.
"Have fun searching for the sick."
Max repeated, grinning.
"Go on, your buddy is probably waiting for you."
He added smugly. Chuckling, you shake your head and leave the break room. The right corridor was guarded by a few other rookies, ensuring that no one left quarantine or entered without permission. So your path was the left one.
With heavy steps, you shuffle along the corridor, your gaze fixed on the wall. The wallpaper was partially torn, probably out of fear of mold or something similar. Sooner or later, everyone would succumb to the Goldfern anyway. A little mold should be the least of the worries. You disliked the smell of the building as much as its appearance. Musty and uninhabitable, but you'll have to manage. With a certain bounce in your step, you took the stairs to the ground floor and headed to the hotel reception, to Jade.
"Evening, Jade."
You lean half on the counter and grin at her warmly. Jade was one of the few female survivors here. Just like you, there were occasional issues with feminine hygiene products.
Since you weren't able to stock them up yourself yet, she was kind enough to share with you, as long as you shared your findings with her.
"Evening, Fern."
She smiled casually at you while checking a vest, as well as a revolver and a rifle.
"Ghost already informed me. Your first outing with the team, huh?"
Her long golden hair fell over her shoulder, down towards the rifle.
"That's right. He seems to talk a lot about me, if thats the case"
You show her a broad grin and accept the equipment she had just inspected and now passed over the counter.
"Might not be a good thing, Take care of yourself, okay?"
Her gentle maternal smile had disappeared, and she now looked at you warningly.
"You know me."
You respond amusedly and casually grab a packet of ammunition. The packet, you can barely grasp properly with your delicate hands; you can still remember when König teased you for it during training in the USA.
"I mean it, Fern. Ghost and his team have often returned without rookies."
You pause and then look at her. "You're just trying to scare me," you reply cautiously, laughing to lighten the mood. She, on the other hand, just shakes her head.
"The last one was shot because he went alone into a building and apparently had official contact with the Goldfern."
She emphasized the 'apparently'.
"Then it was probably his mistake," you say cautiously. Jade rolled her eyes and sighed strenuously.
"Fern, listen to me, even if Ghost and Price have command here, you shouldn't necessarily trust them or turn your back on them. With a snap, you're gone. If you're not worth it, you're gone."
She hissed and roughly placed a knife on the counter, which you promptly stuck into your boot.
Ghost seemed like someone who would shoot you in the head without a second thought if you didn't follow an order. Price, on the other hand, seemed different to you. Neutral. As if he cared about everyone. "Jade, hey. I'll be careful, okay?"
You shoulder the rifle and knock twice on the wooden counter, which wobbled a bit. Already musty.
"Until later."
You give her one of your familiar grins and then quickly head for the exit. Speaking of not following orders. you were late.
"Two minutes late, Rookie."
Atleast his watch was working. Ghost admonished you, looking at you disdainfully. You could be wrong, after all, he almost always looked like that.
"We won't let it happen again, Sir."
You assure, hoping that would be the end of it. He nodded to Price, who then pointed in a direction.
"We're patrolling within a one and a half kilometer radius."
He explained and marched with Ghost leading the way. Just the thought of it made your feet hurt. How much you'd give to sit in the break room with Max and Milo right now, browsing through an old comic or doodling in a magazine. You walked in the middle and kept an eye on your surroundings. You were just starting to register who was there. You could spot another rookie trailing behind Price and Ghost, playing the lapdog.
You knew Soap as well; he was close with Ghost and Price, also pretty team-oriented and accommodating. There weren't any more, probably not necessary anyway.
The world had changed, and honestly, you thought it looked more beautiful than before. Everything was overgrown. The Goldfern seemed to have an influence on the local flora as well. It spread faster and grew better.
Even during dusk, you could see the newly discovered property of the plants luminescing. Probably a mutation or a simple selection of plants that were no longer able to survive and had to find other ways to prevent going extinct.
Surprisingly, the life-threatening environment calmed you, as if it were something familiar, something rooted deep down in your heart.
Suddenly, you ran into the backpack of the person in front of you, and you stumbled back a few steps.
"Watch it."
he hissed, looking at you hostilely. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Soap, amused by your mishap. Price and Ghost had stopped. A figure sat on the road worn down by roots and vines. She was wrapped in fabrics and seemed to be twitching, as if crying.
"Why are we stopping?"
you ask and take a few steps towards the person. Soap held you back by the arm and shook his head.
"Nuh-uh, we don't do that."
Your brows furrow, and you look at him confused.
"Someone needs help, and we have beds available."
But before you could protest, the rookie sprinted ahead of the group and raised his assault rifle. "Damn it, hands up!" He shouted and aimed directly at the figure on the ground. A bit too intense for your likings. The figure stood up but made no noise, no sound.
"Are you deaf, hands up!"
Now Ghost and Price also drew their weapons, aiming at the figure wrapped in rags. You remained rooted to the spot. Soap followed. It's movement were too soft for it to be human.
As you examined the figure, something caught your attention. It seemed not to touch the ground; it seemed to be floating?
There was an unpleasant crack, and the figure seemed to lift its head; it was pale, bony. Its eyes milky. It didn't move on its own; it was as if it was being moved.
"Get back, that thing doesnt seem safe!"
You screamed and tried to reach for the guy. Everything happened so fast; a root shot out from the lifeless body of the figure and surged towards the rookie. The tangle pierced his stomach, and the root, which had formed barbs within seconds, clutched onto his back. A blood-curdling scream pierced through the seemingly pointless hail of bullets which had started only mere milliseconds ago, and he was dragged across the ground slowly, as if the thing was teasing and humiliating us.
The rookie desperately clawed at every uneven surface, hoping to fight against the monstrosity.
His horrified gaze fell upon us, who could only shoot and watch as he was pulled towards a small hole in the wall of the ruin, pleading bitterly.
"Make it stop, get me out of here!"
Shooting at the vine was futile; you'd either hit him or just the ground beside the root. It was a waste of bullets. You watched in horror as the rookie, who had just been alive moments ago, fought against his inevitable death.
"There must be something we can do, damn it!"
Just as you were about to go after him, a final shot rang out from Ghost's direction, abruptly cutting off the screams and pleas.
"Let's go, it's had it's fill,"
the shooter replied disgustedly, throwing you a brief warning glance, as if to say, don't make the same mistake as that idiot.
Just as you were about to turn your head towards the group, you heard a crack and a sound akin to the preparation of meatballs.
He had disappeared into the hole. All that remained were some shreds of fabric and the blood trail leading to his ultimate end. You could only stare into the darkness of the hole for a moment until Soap nudged you in the side and pulled you out of your stupor.
"Come on, we're not waiting long."
With those words, you absentmindedly continued with the others to continue the patrol.
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countdown to origami hearts: 5 days!
it's just like every other day, but a package nestled deep in osamu's bag dictates otherwise.
he follows suna down the hallway and into his dorm room, kicking his shoes off after his friend. the lights switch on, and osamu is greeted by the multitude of paper cranes that crowd the windowsill and desk, to the point that suna does his work on the floor.
they fold their blazers on top of their bags and pull their notebooks and textbooks out. the faintest crinkle of plastic makes osamu freeze, and suna shoots him a look. he tries to be nonchalant, but... "hey, ya mind if we do somethin' first?"
"what?"
osamu retrieves the package, plastic rustling as he removes his spool of thread, pack of beads, and sewing needles. "i brought stuff ta string up yer cranes, if ya want." when he first saw suna fold them, he thought it was out of boredom, something to occupy him. he knows that isn't the case, that the truth is much more complex.
his friend stares at him, eyes widening with every blink. he pinches the thread between his fingers to examine, releases a staggered breath. "osamu, you really..."
he doesn't finish the sentence, simply shakes his head with a tiny smile. "sure. it beats doing math."
while he gathers his cranes, osamu opens the packages and threads a needle. "i watched a video how on this," he tells him. "it works best if all the cranes are the same size."
"well, that's too bad." suna gestures at his collection, cranes folded from actual origami paper, pages ripped from his notebook, and other handouts. "i guess i finally have a reason to toss the uglier ones."
they eventually fall into a rhythm, with suna picking which cranes to keep, and osamu poking them with his needle to pull the thread through, using a bead as a buffer between each crane. "d'ya remember when ya folded each crane?" he asks.
"not really. i think the uglier it is, the more anxious i was feeling." suna wrinkles his nose at one of them, folded from a paper towel. "i'm not keeping this."
most of the cranes that suna passes him are plain, but a few have writing on it. osamu can't help but read it. "ya used yer science notes?"
"i was...really stressed." he leans over for a closer look, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. "i think i used it after i came back from visiting home. i ran out of paper, but i still..."
he goes back to weeding, and osamu says nothing else, just pokes a hole and guides the needle through.
when he's threaded ten, he ends the first stream and stands, arm raised to show them off. "where d'ya want 'em?"
suna looks around. "maybe...in the corner by the window? i'll bring the chair over."
osamu uses a dozen strips of tape to reinforce it, then steps down to examine his handiwork. the cranes unknowingly alternate between colored origami paper and notebook paper, an intricate web of anxiety and art. he glances at suna, whose gaze is unreadable. "i have more," is all he says. "we can probably make two more streams."
they sit back down, and osamu puts more effort in the pattern. "why cranes?"
"my mom taught me." suna meticulously unfolds each crane before adding the sheet to his recycling bin. "at first, i just did it for fun, but somehow...it became more than that." he hands him a crane, another folded from his science notes. "riri is trying to fold a thousand. i told her that i'll help."
"an' yer just casually throwin' 'em out."
"i think the gods will accept it. i haven't used my desk in weeks." he holds a crane with delicate fingers. osamu watches him place it aside. "is that ten?"
the second stream is taped beside the first, and osamu prepares thread for the third. there aren't many cranes left.
in the end, they're missing two. suna doesn't hesitate to grab his pack of origami paper, and retrieves a sheet of green. he passes it to osamu, who picks gray. "my aunt wants me to visit over the weekend."
"you'll miss the send-off barbecue."
"yeah. i don't want to, but she said it's important. well, she said that last time and..." he shakes his head. "we don't have practice, at least."
osamu catches his eye. "i can come with ya, if ya'd like." the words fall spontaneously from his mouth a surprise for both of them. suna stares at him before lowering his gaze.
"aren't you in charge of cooking for the barbecue?"
"yeah, but that's not as important as makin' sure yer safe when ya visit. wouldn't want yer dad ta start somethin'."
"he won't be there." relief lightens his tone. "i asked. my aunt said he won't."
"that's good."
suna finishes his crane first, but osamu struggles to remember the last few steps. his friend guides him, points out where to fold and how to pull the wings out. at last, he threads the last two cranes and tapes the third stream to the ceiling.
he sits back down to admire them, can't help but steal a glance at suna, who watches them with an unrecognizable glint in his eye. he toys with a crane, eventually stands to place it back on his nightstand, where another resides. osamu asks, "d'ya remember where those cranes are from?"
"these are the first cranes that i folded with my sister, over a year ago now. i brought them as a reminder of what i have to do." suna turns away, retrieving their homework. "let's get this over with."
the night ends when he walks osamu out. "see ya tomorrow," he says with a wave.
"yeah." suna is about to close the door when he hesitates. "hey, osamu?"
he glances back at him, notices the faint blush in his cheeks, his shy eyes. then, in a quiet voice, "thank you."
#flyingwargle original#drabble#haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble#cranes born from love take flight#suna rintarou#miya osamu#sunaosa#pre timeskip#fellas is it gay to take your crush's cranes and string them up
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Hey Arnold Study ENTRY01 "Arnold visits Arni"
GUuYS- As you may know I recently got re-obessed with Hey Arnold for a brief amount of time very recently. (Sadly I had to kill that obsession because of school and Looney tunes comic- but no worries, I'll try to come back as soon as the comic is finished jahsj qwq)
BUT I GOT LIKE REALLY OBSESSED LIKE SUPER- YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY HEY ARNOLD SCREENSHOTS I HAVE NOW- I HAVE A WORD DOCUMENTING EVERYTHING FROM ALMOST EVERY EPISODE (Except the ones from last seasons cause I was honestly tired of writting while eating and pausing and not being able to watch comfortably Hey Arnold-)
Dated 06/06/2023
Side note 01: I don't mean sl*ty in a demeaning way, I was trying to explain things to myself and let them clear to me x'0
Side note 02: This episode happens previously to "Married" episode.
Obviously the most interesting part of the episode was how Arnold switched Helga's personality to someone he actually developed feelings for and it wasn't too far away from Helga's real character like her poetry, her schemes to get closer to the guy she liked and general appearance. What's also interesting to note is how they changed the other characters, they basically switched their personalities between two characters, ex: Making phoebe dummer and Stinky smarter. Gerald more exaggerated and Sid cooler. Rhonda carless and Harold all about looks.
But when they switched Lila and Helga, Lulu came out more "sluty" and flirty. Traits that have nothing to do with Helga. And Hilda came out as inteligent and sweeter, which could be characteristics that could apply to Lila- only without her iconic "Ever so much" and exaggerated kindness. Those characters didn't seem to switch personalities. Maybe show unconscious beliefs of them?
It's a awesome episode to think about since it's all Arnold's dream so reflecting on the way he portrayed "helga" he must have some sort of idea of her, that she's nice deep down. Like he has confirmed he doesn't think Helga is mean for the sake for being mean in the Helga vs Patty episode. Like he has seen Helga act nice in the Rhonda costume party when she pretended to be Lila, like when he took care of her when she got amnesia and seemed too innocent, like when he convinced her to wash dishes and do the right thing. He must by this point, be almost sure there's a good nature underneath her despite how much she fights it.
About Lila... When they first started going out she was quite flirty. And she was also quite flirty when she went out with Arni, so maybe he perceives her attentions to certain degree a little sl+ty out of jealousy? idk just a thought.
Besides Lulu keeps Lila's way of communication "all so much about" "I'm all to certain that-"And the dream kept Arnold and Helga's tradition for crashing againts eachother. Making them essentially themselves and not them with switched personalities.
I think it's also interesting to see how Arnold also instantly fell in love"" when he saw Hilda. The first thing he asked was "Do I know you?" as to say she reminds him of someone he has seen cause he thinks he already knows her. The only possible answer is Helga.
IT's also interesting to see how Arnold bumped exactly with her as soon as she finished telling the moon if she would ever meet her one and true love.
I love Arnold's little shy hands hiding behind him, listening to her happily,,,
Arnold has witnessed to certain degree Helga reciting poetry like when Arni visited last time, so it's not crazy he made that connection to Hilda admitting she was reciting poetry.
"YEAhhhh"
ANYWAY in review, despite if he knows if Helga is a good person or not which at this point I'm sure he has a gut feeling, he must find her attractive rigth of the bait or at least feel attraction. Like when he complimented her the first time he saw her on "Helga on the couch" episode and because he doesn't even "know her" and he can't help to seem all goofy.
Note he also included Helga's "love sighs" on the dream, so maybe he has heard them before??
"I've never met anyone like you Hilda, and I really like you a lot"
He confessed to Hilda and Hilda confessed she liked Arni- This episode could be taken in two perspectives, one is that It's just like when Arni visited but this time is Arnold is Arni; so even if Arnold seems perfectly normal on this episode, he may have been a weirdo to everyone in town except to Lulu like it happened with Arni and Lila. This could be it but for wouldn't be completely accurate, Hilda would have had already been obsessed with Arni or idk maybe not. It could also be Arnold confessing to Lila and Lila saying she likes Arni, except for the whole intro to the situation reviewed on one ep. It's interesting he confessed to Hilda on his dream tho
(I didn't even understand myself what I meant but I'm gonna add that it could be Arnold falling in and out of love with Lila? And meaning he could fall in love with Helga if she showed her true nature? OR saying he already sort of likes her? Or likes what he thinkg he knows SHE IS??? LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M DOING THIS- I KNOW THEY ARE GONNA END UP TOGETHER I JUST WANT TO KNOW HE LIKED HER A LITTLE BACK TOO BACK THEN AND IT WASN'T THE RESULT OF HELGA SAVING HIS PARENTS AAAAA-)
Everyone chased Arnold except Hilda on Arnold's dream
Why was Arnold so happy that Helga was really Helga? If she was so nice in his dream (And so mean irl)? Was is because he really likes her as her is; or cause she doesn't like Arni like on his dream? LIKE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I MEAN I'M HAPPY HE'S HAPPY TO SEE THE REAL HELGA BUT DOES THAT MEAN HE LIKES HER MEAN OR WHAT I'M CONFUSED
Why was Arnold so happy to find out Lila only liked him? Cause she wasn't the "sl+ty" Lulu who did like him? MAybe he was just happy he wasn't on his nightmare anymore, still Hilda was no nightmare except till the end where she rejected him,,,, I love how he only adressed them like wth- the rest of your friends were the ones chasing you to your death and you don't wanna doble check that???
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hi there! sorry if you've gotten a similar ask before. do you write wayfarer directly into twine or do you keep it in a separate doc? do you just have really clearly labeled sections in a word doc or something or is there a specific program you use to keep track of every story path? basically, with something as expansive and w/ as many routes as wayfarer, how do you keep all your writing organized?
I have answered this before, but I can't seem to find my posts on the subject (you may want to peruse my coding in twine tag, the masterpost has a bunch of different resources for this kind of thing!).
But in short, no, I do not write Wayfarer directly into Twine. This could functionally work for a very small game, but I would still advise against it as Twine doesn't really work as a word processor. You can't proof-read in it.
My process has three main steps:
Outlining
Writing
Coding
Compiling
Outside of my big beat chart (which spans the whole game), I break each episode down into their own outlines, and then break the routes of each episode down into their own outlines. Sometimes specific sections end up with their own outlines too. My system probably doesn't make much sense to anyone other than me, but as long as I know what the divisions are, then it's all good.
I write in MS Word. Each episode has its own folder (sometimes with subfolders) and every section of the game gets its own document.
Here's the main folders, each episode goes into its own thing.
This is an subfolder for Episode 1, specifically Route B.
Within my word documents themselves, I use a colour-coding system for separating out branches and sections. This is extremely useful for writing dialogue loops, like this:
I also add in any coding notes (variables, true/false states, stat checks) while I am writing so I know what I need to do when I sit down to code 4+ months later. I usually throw a X or XX on choices after I have written them as a note to myself that I have finished it (this is just personal shorthand - X means I've done the pass version of a check, XX means I've done the pass and fail states).
I use about 8-10 colours in my documents; I have a set of MS Word macros set up so I can easily switch between them.
I share my word documents with my editor via OneDrive, which makes it easy for her to got through and proofread.
I use MS Word because I've been using it to write since the 2000s and it's what I prefer to use. I have also been writing professionally for over a decade now, so I have systems and strategies in place that work for me that I've developed for myself over time. But if you're new to writing and you're looking for a word processor that can also help you with outlining and keeping your story straight, something like Scrivener may be helpful.
One the text is ready to be coded, it's a lot of copy/pasting from Word into Twine. When I'm coding I will typically be running multiple programs at once:
MS Word
MS Excel (for my variable sheets)
Twine
Notepad++ (which has some regularly used code stored in it; I also use it to edit CSS and Javascript, as well as any really code-heavy sections since it's easier to do that in Notepad++ than it is in the Twine editor)
Notepad (just the regular version - I use it for writing notes to myself while I'm coding)
a web browser to launch tests in as I code
Once I am done coding and I have tested things, it's time to compile. The Twine editor can only handle so many passages and text in one file (around 500-700 passages before you hit massive lag), so I break Wayfarer into multiple story files. Having multiple story files also makes it really easy for me to cross-reference events (if I need to grab a passage title to reference it later) because I don't have to look through one big file. If I know the event happens in Episode 2's first scene, then I know I need to open Chapter_2.1.
My Twine library looks like this at the moment:
I am using an old version of the editor (with an up-to-date version of SugarCube) since I didn't like the new one. I don't necessarily recommend using the Twine editor when you can easily make your game with Twee extensions in Visual Studio Code and have better support and functionality, but this is what I like and it really comes down to personal preference.
But because everything is in separate files, I have to merge them altogether. I have Tweego installed on my PC; it's run through the command prompt and outputs multiple story files into one HTML file. I've talked about this process here and here.
And that's basically it! I don't think there's a one-size-fits-all solution to keeping track of your IF. You need to figure out what works for you, based on your writing and outlining habits, how big your story is, and how much you intend to keep track of.
Hope this helps!
#wayfarer#wayfarer if#coding in twine#twine#twine game#interactive fiction#interactive novel#answered
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ALASTOR NSFW ALPHABET
So I found out that NSFW alphabet was a thing and I wanted to fill out my headcannon for Alastor so yee :>
AroAce perspective let's go
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He likes to just rest and be quiet together. Very clingy and doesn't want to let go, but he will if he must. He won't ask for things but will get something for the other person if they ask.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Chest. Even in a nonsexual context, a warm soft chest just makes him feel happy and safe. He also LOVES how fluffy his own is. (That's also where the nipples are, which is his favorite pleasure spot)
He has slime instead of cum. It's very nice and surprisingly has a lot of practical uses. Vox has tried (and successfully) made beauty products and lube out of it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's so sensitive that he has finished under 10 seconds before. He's also been edged just by Rosie's voice. But he tries to hide his sensitivity because it's embarrassing.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He is a virgin by choice, but he still knows how it goes. Heard plenty of love life gossip and done kinky/non penetrative things with Rosie.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Head between the legs and using thighs as a warm pillow.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depending on his mood he can switch between the two. Depends on how he feels that day but he's excellent at both.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's a fluffball so it's hard to keep it under control. But he tries to keep it brushed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is not romantic at all. He will go on about how much he loves and trusts the person as a close companion, and wants to make them happy.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't. Ever. He suffers until his brain forces him to cum with wet dreams.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He is KINKY AS FRICK. He's into pretty much everything at least a little bit, but especially loves screwing with power dynamics. Petplay, master/slave, tickling, mommy/baby, fearplay, etc. Fearplay is probably his top. Food play too.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Prefers privacy. If he's the least bit vulnerable he won't be able to do it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Emotional bonds and the desire to connect with those special people deeper and be vulnerable. They can turn him on in seconds with simple teases and touches. He has gotten aroused when he lets his sadistic/manic side out too, or watching other people partake in powerplay.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hate sex or using sex as a tool to get power. He thinks his body is too good/valuable to be given away to someone he can stab with a knife.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He LOVES oral and is very skilled. Since becoming a demon, he has learned to adore his sharp teeth and long eldritch tongue to please others even more. He also loves receiving but gets way too flustered because cannibalism go brrr.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Definitely slow. It's all about spending time with the other person and deepening their bond.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hates the entire concept.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He would love to experiment and try anything at least once. Even if it's dangerous or would cause pain...makes it more thrilling.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can't last for anything because he's so sensitive. But he can win the game of rounds and push past overstimulation. He loves the torture of it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He has none, but he has used his magic before. And he likes when Rosie lets him try out her toys.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He LOVES teasing. He's too shy to dish out sexual teases specifically, but he is a master at every other kind.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's a radio demon. He has to be heard. Volume settings are loud, louder, and congratulations you're deaf now. He whines constantly, sometimes growls. And when he's really overstimulated he may yell and laugh manically.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sex is a very complicated subject for him and he needs to do it with someone he trusts for it to feel enjoyable. Otherwise he just feels depressed and degenerate.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He has 4 nipples hidden in his chest fur. And his dick tucks inside his body. When it comes out, it's about 5 inches long, pure black, with tentacles around it and a knot at the base. Yes I've thought too much about this don't ask.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very low. He only wants to cum about once a month if left alone, but he can't say no when Rosie teases him. She loves it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends. Sometimes he can drop quick, other times he just rests then gets back up.
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I noticed requests are open and I got an adorable idea yesterday!
Chiaki x Mikan (Nanamiki) domestic hcs about how they both react to the other one coming back from school/work!
I think itd be quite adorable
Nanamiki domestic hcs
type: non-despair au
a/n: this ask got me crying in the club /pos for some reason I keep thinking Mikan is really tall like 5'10" but she's literally shorter than me
⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡
chiaki nanami
when chiaki is not at school, she's at home... a lot
as expected of the ultimate gamer she plays video games all day
unless she needs food she'll have a snack
let's be real this girl doesn't know how to cook anything other than instant noodles
so mikan cooks for the both of them
when mikan is busy working at the hospital chiaki is left to starve (and also a little lonely)
mikan usually gets back from work very late and poor chiaki can barely stay up long enough to see her partner
mikan will usually come home and see chiaki passed out on the sofa with a game still playing in her hand
but not today!
chiaki had chugged so many energy drinks to stay up, she had been training herself to stay awake!
she hears the front door opening and sluggishly goes to the hallway
"hey hey, player 2" chiaki says to mikan, who is literally shocked that chiaki is even awake
"c-chiaki?! what.. what are you doing... a-awake?" the other girl would ask.
chiaki stands there for awhile, thinking. then she shrugs. "just wanted to see you... I guess."
mikan immediately bawled her eyes out at chiaki's feet
the nurse couldn't believe her beloved waited for her!
after like 10 minutes of chiaki calming mikan down, the gamer suggested they could have dinner
of course, mikan agrees and whisks herself to the kitchen to start dinner
chiaki yawns, rubbing her eyes as she silently watches mikan totter around the kitchen
chiaki's hands felt empty when she wasn't holding a controller or a handheld device
she walks up behind mikan and wraps her arms around her waist, resting her head between the nurse's shoulders
mikan tries not to move too frantically after that
as she finishes with a simple meal for dinner, she hears snores
chiaki fell asleep, standing up against mikan's back
but she was happy that she could see her player 2 come home
mikan tsumiki
during school time, mikan is usually home earlier than chiaki, as chiaki is a class representative and also takes part in clubs
mikan... does not take part in clubs, despite chiaki lightly encouraging her
to say that mikan is lonely at home would be an understatement
when she doesn't have any form of housework to do, she curls up in the middle of the bed with a pillow clutched to her chest
she misses her beloved chiaki a lot and can't seem to take her mind off of her
sometime in the afternoon mikan hears the front door click open
she is sprinting down the stairs, tripping on the last step
thankfully chiaki catches her with her fast gaming reflexes
mikan is bawling... again
"c-chiakiiii! I m-missed you!" mikan cried in chiaki's chest who looked both confused and mildly concerned.
"uhm... it's okay, mikan... I think... I'm home now..."
"hey... want to play a video game with me?" chiaki suggested, unsurprisingly.
mikan agreed to play a game with chiaki, it was the many ways they hung out together
during their first stages of their relationship, mikan was too paranoid of playing video games with chiaki, because she didn't want to make a fool of herself
however chiaki gently persisted and assured mikan that losing or making mistakes in games is fine, even chiaki makes mistakes
okay she makes mistakes on purpose to make mikan feel better
the two sat down on the sofa together where they cuddled up and shared a blanket
they play minecraft together on their switches
mikan has a pink switch whilst chiaki has an limited one-of-a-kind edition switch
they play on peaceful mode and build to their heart's content
mikan giggled playfully, muttering creative build ideas that they could do together to chiaki who agreed wholeheartedly
mikan feels warm and safer than ever now that her beloved chiaki was back home
they spent hours shoulder-to-shoulder laying on the sofa playing comfy games
until they both fell asleep in each other's arms ⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡ -Mod Kirumi
#mod kirumi#danganronpa#danganronpa headcanons#danganronpa imagines#chiaki namani#mikan tsumiki#nanamiki#wtf i actually like this ship
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19, 26, 28, 35, and 84 for this ask game :)
Thanks for the ask, Nova! :)
And beware. Ask deep questions, get deep answers/j
19. What does your URL mean?
I'm not too sure myself. I've taken it as my desire to keep making art and whatever thingamabobs or whatchamacallits that come to mind. I "aspire" to do so many things. I've started resin, painting, drawing, digital art, animation and am thinking on doing crochet and writing fanfiction. So many things, so little time and energy.
For "prototype", it refers to the state I often leave my spontaneous projects in. It's very hard for me to stay focused on one thing, I switch between 2-3 at a time. I frequently leave them incomplete, promising to finish them later only to forget. And when I do finish something, I'm not happy with it, so I put it aside to improve on later. Which I also forget to do.
But if we're talking about why I chose this URL, it all happened one dark, stormy night...
I had asked my friend for suggestions as I always have trouble naming things. First was one with my name, so that was crossed off. Then she put forth "aspiring-prototype". Immediately I went YES.
I still don't know how she came up with that. Can't ask her though, we don't talk anymore.
26. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
Nope.
No way.
I have much to improve on, and so much more to do. I have issues I struggle to deal with, conditions I struggle to handle.
But I'm getting there.
But I don't think I'll ever be completely happy. I'll be content for a while, but then remember there is always room for more growth, more improvement.
*Putting a cut here, next few questions involve some religious stuff and answers. Not too much. Hope that's all good.
28. What’s your biggest “what if”?
For this question, I do not think about this, for religious reasons.
If something has happened, it has happened for a reason. As a Muslim, I believe in Qadr, or simply destiny, that everything has been preordained by Allah ﷺ. But that doesn't mean you have no control or choice in your life.
I don't look back in that way, I only do so to reminisce in past events. I'm grateful for whatever's happened, and whatever had followed.
35. To you, what is the meaning of life?
This is also be more on the religious side, so feel free to skip.
To me, it is a mix on what I believe in and my own general views.
As both a Muslim and your regular human neighbour on Tumblr.com, I believe that I was put in this life as a test. That I must prove my taqwa (piety) through my actions, and to worship Allah ���. I have a purpose, He has already chosen it for me. I just gotta go out into the world, discover it, and have full trust in Him. And to always live in moderation, there's an hour for this, there's an hour for that. Life, in general, is simple. I can do whatever I want, if I have time and if it abides with my religion.
Have fun, make friends, stay safe and stay true to yourself.
84. What is a saying you say a lot?
Ur...
This one's tricky. I don't do small talk much or have that many friends in the world off the screen, but here are things I just say. A lot.
Not really sayings.
"Adoih" is Malay for "come on." I generally use this when I hear of someone's mistake, especially ones that could of been avoided.
"Alamak" means "oh dear." I use this one when I've dropped something or banged a knee. Or when bad news arrive.
#thanks Nova!#good numbers you chose. got me reminiscing on good times.#and got me fumbling all over the 'meaning of life' question#didnt know how to put it in words#which is why. i took a while.#heh#arina answers
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20 Questions For Fic Writers
Thanks for tagging me @marley-manson!
No pressure tags: @hero-in-waiting, @spurious, @sparrowsarus, @dedkake, @logicgunn, @colonelshepparrrrd and anyone else who wants to do this :)
Everything is under the cut because this is going to be long.
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
36, although one of those is a playlist for the SGA Songfest.
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
76,731
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I have written for Good Omens, MASH, Stargate (SGA and SG-1), Person of Interest, and now Top Gun: Maverick.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
walking alone at 3am (TGM), The McMurdo Chess Club (SGA), Autopilot (SGA), I would never dare (Good Omens), and Class A's (MASH)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I very much try to. I love responding to comments.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Angst-wise, I think it's Dear John (SGA), although it almost doesn't count because I wrote a follow up sequel that fixes the angst. There's no one I would rather be lying beside (SGA/SG-1) is definitely the saddest though.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oh man, most of them have pretty happy endings. I think maybe my favorite happy ending is You Can't Go Home Again (MASH).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I haven't. People seem to be pretty friendly.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. Some of the smut is just incidental to the plot, but I also do a few that are just smut. I guess I tend to write mostly m/m (although I have some f/f and want to write more of that) with a little bit of kink, usually some d/s dynamics and light bondage. I'm trying to get more comfortable with it in general. I keep on meaning to do some kinkmeme fills as practice.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Technically, my SGA/SG-1 fics are crossovers, but I don't think that really counts, since it's very much the same universe. Which makes I've bit my tongue too long to hide the blood I'm covered in (SGA/POI) my only true crossover. And definitely the craziest. Very niche fic that absolutely no one asked for, but I love it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I'm aware.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Oh, that's so hard to answer. I feel like I have different answers for this depending on the day and the context. But it might be John/Vala (SGA/SG-1).
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
My SGA fic where John dies while Rodney is back on earth with Jennifer and Rodney comes back and slowly starts to lose it, seeing John everywhere. I have so many SGA fics that will take priority over it, and it's just sad, which is harder for me to feel motivated. It was also shaping up to be long, which I struggle with. I also haven't come back to SGA yet - I'm still thoroughly ensared by Top Gun at the moment.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Recently, I've discovered I may actually be good at fluff. Either that, or the TGM fandom is just really, really nice (or both). On the more nuts and bolts of things, I usually only write something when I feel I have a good handle on the character voice, and my grammar is generally really good (although when I'm tired I fuck up tenses and have had to go back and fix that too many times to count). I also think I do a pretty good job with making romance sweet but not over the top.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Comedy. I occasionally write some funny lines, but it's very hard for me to write jokes if I'm intending to do so. Also, as previously mentioned, I will sometimes switch between past and present tense without noticing and have to go back and fix that. And I really struggle with writing long fics (I just run out of steam). Which is why I've mostly moved to writing series of shorter fics instead of multi-chaptered fics.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Depends. Usually, I'm not going to bother. I just put some Hebrew in a fic because a character was celebrating a Jewish holiday, but it wasn't a whole passage, just a phrase that I think can be worked out from context (although I'm going to put in an end note to help give some additional context for anyone who isn't familiar with that particular Jewish holiday). But I'm not going to ever do anything more than that - I think it makes things a little harder to read, and generally, I think that you can say things like 'Radek muttered in Czech' if you want to bring in another language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
First fandom I posted in was Good Omens, but I recently realized that I should count the comic my friend and I made in 6th grade, where we essentially put all of us and our friends into the Sammy Keyes universe (and also, wow, my character went by a man's name and dressed like a guy but still used she/her pronouns but didn't mind he/him and was essentially aromantic, and hindsight is 20/20)
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Again with the hard choices - I love so many of my fics. But right this moment, I think Autopilot (SGA) is my favorite. It's the only one I wrote longhand, and I wrote it because the SGA server was doing a challenge to write a 15-sentence fic. It was super fun to write, and I think it turned out really well.
#tag game#fic writer asks#fic writing#it's fun to see how my answers to these kinds of things have changed#i honestly still can't believe that i really consider myself a fic writer now but I do
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i rly love your work and it has inspired me to write!! do u have any tips on how to start and the process and other useful info i could use?
Hello! So glad to hear you like my stuff :]
And as for the specifics of writing- there are no universal methods that works for everyone as I'm sure you know. It's very much an artistic process and WILL frustrate you endlessly while giving you joy. Nonetheless, here's few things to keep in mind [in no way are the following pointers 'tips'. I myself am an amateur writer and am in no position to hand out advice. I can only tell you about the mistakes I've made so far and how you can avoid them.]
a/ Write.
An idea seems above your current skill level? Write. You won't reach that level if you don't ever write. An idea feels too lengthy? Well. You'll have to write to ever finish it. Just. Write. I feel like a lot of writers [myself included] get stuck with wanting to write but seldom doing so.
b/ Watch your tenses.
Often you'll skip around with tenses when you write. IDK how common it is but I switch between two tenses most of the times and my angel of a beta [@greeneyesandfingerstripes she's so cool, I adore her] saves my ass and my mess of a doc most days. So yeah! Make sure that's consistent. I once remember one of the best people I've gotten to know online come in and tell me how to adjust a sentence's tense to make it fit better as a flashback. Tenses are very useful in a variety of ways and once you know how to tinker with them to serve your narrative purposes better it will be so much more smooth sailing.
c/ Have fun lol
There's a lot of other stuff to keep in mind of course like where to put emphasis on words, characterisations [I will always, always suggest reading up as much of the character as possible to know them better before you write them], how to set a mood etc. But since you're starting out you should just focus on enjoying writing.
Now, re: where/how to start.... that would depend entirely on the story you want to tell bestie. Trust me, when it comes to fanfic, or at least the kind I write [since I don't do too many AUs], you will find a gap in the story that needles you into weaving a story out of it to fill that hole. Maybe it's a scene that feels incomplete or a dynamic with unrealised potential or a 'what could have been'. Best shot for this is to look at something and go 'this makes me insane'. It could be in the good or bad way. That's what will spawn a story. It could also just be something you desperately want to read but can't find. Be the change you want to see etc etc.
Maybe your prose won't flow well at first. Maybe the dialogues will be stiff & unnatural. That's okay. It's a skill like any other that'll get better as you do it more.
Finally for the process of it: there's no process. Proofread at least once. If you're stuck at some point, let it simmer in your head for a while or rant about it to a friend. 9/10 times that should give you a solution. Sometimes you'll return to a story hours, days, weeks, months, years later. That's natural. Stories take time, be patient with yourself.
Hope that's helpful! just keep in mind that I've been silly since age 4 when I imagined an entire plotline for a lengthy Barbie & Ken break up and made myself cry. I'm here today writing about brothers who love each other but simply won't admit it. That is to say, I've been making up stories before I knew what a story was and have no other way to tell you that I have been insane since day one and have no coherent process for writing/imagining stories.
I'll be happy to help out if you have anything else to ask :] <3
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Been thinking about that hitman au with Thatch, Izou, and Nikia (god I need a damn ship name lmao)
Wondering how far the yandere traits should go. I've already stated I won't get super dark with it, but that's still a lot of room for dubious behavior. Stalking and the like before he even decides he won't murder her.
I'll need to plan it out so there's a bit of meat to the story with the tension of Thatch struggling to decide how to kill her before realizing he'd rather she live in his arms.
Thought it would be interesting if his whole compulsion to murder with food is based on a sort of warped romantic idea of people enjoying his food so much they'd be willing to die. Usually not even realizing anything is wrong until it's too late and they've already passed away. Not likely a fan of the brutal, allergic reactions and visceral agony of more deadly poisons. Prefers peaceful, smiling deaths but isn't afraid to be vicious if he hates the target.
Killing this way brings a wave of satisfaction he rarely finds elsewhere, which is why he's so willing to drag out the 'courting' stage of his kills. Dedicating many weeks to crafting the perfect final dinner.
Perhaps he breaks into her apartment to see what her usual fare is and is a bit... Thrown that it's not very healthy. Not total garbage necessarily. No tv dinners, but basic sandwich stuff, snacks, ramen, soda, and cans of spaghetios.
The spaghetios wound him more than the rest somehow.
Tells him nothing of her actual preferences cause he gets how hard it is to cook whole meals regularly when you didn't already. He remembers college! But he justifies little test run meals as building up to the best dinner she'll ever have the pleasure of eating.
Takes some careful watching to discover where her real preferences lie, she's more polite than most of his usual victims and won't insult his food to his face. It gets easier when he just asks her straight up what she likes and he feels lightheaded at how giddy he is. It's going to be so sweet! She'll look so lovely after all the work he puts into the meals!
Naturally, all this watching means he starts to identify those minute expressions that initially led him to believe she was at best, very apathetic about everything(an even better challenge!) and at worst incredibly bitchy(more satisfying to finish the job!). He starts to notice her little, polite smile as it deepens the more fond she gets of him. The startled looks in her tense lips and widened eyes. Embarrassed glances away with wobbly smiles. It feels like he's peeling away the layers of a stranger to find an endearing, lovely (lonely) woman he wants to know more about.
There's challenges but as time goes on, he finds himself forgetting about murdering her. There's no way he's already satisfied with the glimpses of her life en-meshing with his! His only choice is to continue! Until he realizes how badly he wants to keep her alive and with him.
Then he pulls Izou in as a check in and testing the waters. They share so much with each other and he knows Izou would like the company if nothing else. Satisfied beyond words when Izou confirms the instinctive attraction.
Of course, between the two of them, success was only a matter of time.
Shame after all that she gets spooked and runs to clear her head.
There's nothing to clear up! They're hired hitmen with murderous compulsions but she's very safe in their arms! They swear!
Perhaps a nice, long vacation together will help break up the ice their unexpected reveal created.
Thatch is devastated when she's hesitant about his food and switches to stuff easier to forcefeed if it goes on too long. He won't let her starve, no matter what her fears are. She'll learn to trust him again. And Izou hates how nervous she looks at his tender care. Time intimately tending to her is the best solution he has. Eventually, she can't be scared anymore.
She'll learn they'd never hurt her. Just as they'd never let her go.
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The Choices We Make | Chapter 7: Conflicted

{cross-posted on ao3} {masterlist}
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Pairing: Imperial!Crosshair x Tholothian!OC
Warnings: angst
Word count: 2419
Summary: Crosshair wants to keep Zaree out of trouble.
a/n: Crosshair and Zaree are back!
I finally finished this chapter and can't wait for you to read it! I have quite a few other projects going, but don't worry, I'll still continue this fic. The message of this story is too important not to finish it.
Crosshair checked himself out in front of the mirror before getting dressed for the day. As a soldier he hardly ever cared much about his physical appearance since he spent so much time wearing his helmet. Shore leave had always been an exception though. With his brothers he used to visit 79s, meeting a nice Twi'lek lady or two. Without his brothers he never considered going back there, and he had different plans anyway. Zaree needed him, and he didn't wanna be late. He splashed cold water in his face, put bacta cream on the scar at the side of his head, and shaved the light stubble of his beard. Ever since he became friends with Zaree it had actually turned into a daily routine for him.
Wearing armor inside the facility was mandatory. So he put on the black plastoid and a toothpick between his teeth before he took his helmet and a simple DC-17 blaster, leaving his quarters, eager to see the young woman.
Zareena, already wearing her civvies, was working on her datapad when he entered the maintenance room. She looked up in surprise, her signature smile was back.
“Cross! Right on time! Thank you for doing this.” She switched off the datapad and left the room so he could change into the civvies that belonged to Lyle. Crosshair sighed, his feelings for her trying to break out of the corner of his mind.
Get a grip! You’re going with her so you can protect her down there. Focus on her safety!
The first time he'd worn them, the civvies had felt strange on his skin, but by now he wished his blacks were as comfortable as Lyle's clothing was. Compared to them, his blacks were somewhat itchy, something he had never noticed until he had worn this outfit for the first time.
Zaree had checked out of her shift and they went the secret way she had shown him last time.
"I wonder how many people will come to this get together. You're so quiet, are you okay?" Zaree asked.
"M'fine." Crosshair replied with an icy tone in his voice. He tried so hard to stay emotionally distant. It's what he thought was best.
"I bet the kids look forward to seeing you again, especially Baxel."
Crosshair rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the Mon Calamari boy who talked way too much for his liking.
The way to the Kjori family's apartment was more of a one sided conversation. He listened to every word Zaree said, but didn't add much. She told him how she and Lyle had become friends and how he had taught her the everyday tasks the job included.
"You know, talking about someone a lot keeps the person alive somehow. Not that I think he's dead, but…" At the last few words her voice broke, but her face remained neutral and so did her posture. That's when Crosshair figured out she was an expert when it came to hiding her true feelings, that there had to be more than the smile she put on every day. But wasn't he the same way? Putting on a brave expression in his line of work?
Crosshair still wasn't used to the stench of the lower levels. He kept an eye out for potential dangers and instinctively put an arm around Zaree. With the scowl he wore on his face, he probably scared away any criminal waiting for their next victim. Still, it was a relief when the door to the apartment building shut behind them. To their surprise the small apartment was crowded with people - friends and neighbors of the family. When their eyes landed on Crosshair, the entire room fell silent, except for Oura who was serving her guests seaweed salad - a Mon Cala delicacy.
"This is the soldier you told us about?" an elderly Nautolan woman asked.
"Crosshair!" Baxel pushed his way through the people to wrap his arms around his waist in a tight hug. "That's my friend!" he declared while Crosshair stood there completely rigid. Everything in him wanted to push the child away, but Zaree's amused chuckle kept him from doing so. "Enough, kid." was all he said, and the boy let go and looked up at him with admiration in his big eyes.
"Who says he won't tell his superiors what we're talking about? We could get arrested, just like my friend Col. He mentioned that he doesn't trust the new Empire while being out with a friend, next thing troopers came out of nowhere and arrested him. Chila hasn't seen him again ever since." the Nautolan woman said.
"What do we know so far?" Zaree asked. "Did y'all compare your financial records?"
"Yes, and the fee varies between households based on how many people live in one household, and the district you live in. The Empire doesn't even care about your salary." Oura explained.
"What if he arrests us for speaking our minds?" a middle aged human man asked, pointing at Crosshair.
"Not my orders." he replied, keeping a neutral expression.
"What are your orders then?"
"I'm on shore leave today, no orders. Say what you want, I'm just here to keep Zareena safe in that shady district you call home."
A discussion about the security fee broke loose. The human man, Mr. Darga, lived alone, and his security fee was still higher than the one the Kjori family had to pay because of the little convenience store he owned. Neela, the Nautolan woman, had to pay less than the Kjoris, because she only owned a little apartment with her husband. A young Twi'lek man named Griff was a single dad who couldn't afford enough to eat at the end of each month, and Risa, a middle aged Zabrak woman, had to move to a different part of town. Due to the fee she couldn't afford rent anymore, and now her way to work was even more unsafe than before.
"You know what else they do?" she raised her voice. "I've been working in the library for more than twenty years. A few days after the Republic fell some people in gray uniforms turned up at the library and took so many books and they gave me a very long list of books they say are now banned. And in the last few weeks I got deliveries with books I didn't order. When I read them, all of them were glorifying the Empire and its military."
"I didn't know it's that bad." Zaree said with a deep frown.
"Civil compliance makes our job easier." Crosshair muttered, leaning casually against the wall and shoving a toothpick between his lips.
"He's one of them! How can you trust this guy, Zareena?!" Mr. Darga yelled.
"He's my friend! I know I can trust him because… my heart tells me so!"
Why did Zaree's words feel like they stabbed Crosshair in the chest? Suddenly the air inside the small apartment became too thick for his liking, or was it the heavy feeling inside his chest making him feel this way?
"I'll wait outside." With these words Crosshair left the room, sitting down on the cold staircase right outside the apartment. He was angry, but he didn't fully understand why. It had something to do with what Zaree said, but it was not her he was mad at, nor anyone else in the apartment. What had he gotten himself into? It would be his duty to call for backup and arrest everyone in this apartment for treason against the Empire, yet all he did was sit on the staircase, musing about ways to ensure nobody found out about Zaree's obvious disdain for the very people she worked for. Nobody could ever find out. She cared, she was kind and compassionate, everything Crosshair thought he wasn't. He couldn't bear to see his only friend through a prison rayshield.
After thirty minutes the door opened and Zaree came out, putting on her dark blue jacket.
"Sorry it took so long, really."
"Patience is a core trait any skilled sniper has." he responded with a shrug and a cocky smirk.
As they went on their way back through the district, Crosshair noticed that it was now Zaree who was unusually quiet. As they stepped into the elevator and she still hadn't said a word, he decided to ask her about it.
"I- It's just… Look, I tried to avoid this question, maybe because I was too afraid of the answer…" She looked him straight in the eye. "If you were given the order to arrest me, would you do it?"
Crosshair was surprised at her question, remembering what he had thought about while waiting for the get together to end. He averted his gaze, he couldn't just lie to her. "Orders are orders."
Zaree's brown eyes widened in fear and she took a step back. Not that there was much space in that small elevator, so her back touched the transparisteel wall. The way she stared at him with tears welling in her eyes made him feel uneasy.
"I'm just being honest." he added.
"You know you deserve more, Crosshair? You clones are treated like shit by the military, you basically have zero rights. You're my friend and you deserve more than being treated like this. So why follow their orders?"
His heart felt as if a ton of bricks weighed it down. He didn't wanna talk about it - the guilt he felt for what he had done to his brothers and Omega under the influence of the chip.
"You don't know what I deserve." he spoke with a sharp edge to his voice. "If it's any comfort to you, I would try and avoid a situation where I had to arrest you. Look, I- I was created to be a soldier, just like any clone. There's nothing else in this life for me but my service to the Empire." he tried to explain.
I deserve nothing more after what I've done.
"You just came with me to keep me safe on the lower levels, you help me with the search for my friend. You listen to my rambling and you're respectful compared to many other people at the headquarters… Actions mean more than words, you are deserving of kindness and a life away from all this."
Crosshair didn't understand what she saw in him, but he was sure that if she knew what he had done - what the chip had made him do - she wouldn't speak like this. She would loathe him.
"I wanna continue what Lyle started while trying to find him. I'm glad I don't have to do it alone."
Crosshair grabbed her arm and she stopped in her tracks. "You should forget about this. I know these people need help, but if anyone finds out what you're up to in your free time… It puts you in danger and if you get arrested I won't be able to help you. Just do your job, stay out of trouble and let's keep having these little lunch dates once a day."
Zaree sighed and removed her arm from his gentle grip. "Don't expect me to look the other way when people need help. You were there, you heard what they said. What happens to these people is unjust and somebody needs to do something!"
"Then let it be someone else! Please, Zaree!"
She was surprised when she saw something in his eyes, even if just for a mere second, what looked like vulnerability.
"I need to do this for Lyle. He would take the same risks for me." She looked so confident. Crosshair knew, after meeting Lyle's family and friends, that what Zaree did was not foolish, but very brave. Hell, she was as brave as a soldier, he thought, but at the end of the day she was just an overlooked maintenance worker. He wanted to help her and have her back, but at the same time keep her out of any trouble. How could he protect her if she became a rebel - an insurgent - someone Crosshair, like every other Imperial soldier, was ordered to eliminate on sight?
As they reached the Imperial army headquarters, Crosshair put his armor back on, and somehow it felt heavier on him than usual.
"See you tomorrow?" Zaree asked with the signature smile on her face.
"Lunch. Same time as always." he nodded, but then went completely rigid as she jumped, wrapping her arms around his neck in a warm embrace. He tried to ignore the way she made his heart flutter, he tried so hard.
I don't deserve her. Get a grip!
"Thank you for joining me today. That doesn't mean that I don't know how to use a blaster though." she clarified, letting go of him.
Crosshair chuckled. "Is that so, little one? You need to show me sometime."
He liked the thought of spending time with her at the shooting range and showing off his skills to her. The only problem was that she didn't have clearance to the floor the shooting range was located. They could both face serious consequences if they were caught. It was too risky.
That evening he went there alone after taking a quick detour to his quarters to pick up his beloved firepuncher rifle which was really kind of an extension of himself.
Hitting targets, never missing a shot, came naturally to him. It calmed the storm that raged in his heart and mind. Zareena occupied both, he couldn't stop thinking about her, nor did he want to. She was the first person after his brothers and sister he actually cared for. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. It frustrated him that he couldn't allow himself to act on his feelings. He let his frustration out on the targets for hours.
She's the one who deserves more than working in a humid basement. She deserves to be with someone who's good and can show her the Galaxy, and that can't be me.
At the first light of dawn he returned to his quarters, eyelids heavy and with a headache. After taking a quick shower he let himself fall on the mattress of his bed with a groan. Sleep came fast and quietly. Brown eyes with a joyful gleam and little lines in their corners from laughing, that broad smile on her plump lips. Crosshair sighed in contentment, not used to dreams as beautiful as this one.
He was definitely in trouble.
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a/n: Crosshair is head over heels for Zaree and refuses to acknowledge it. I think we can all agree with Zaree that Cross deserves the world, he really does!
#tbb crosshair#crosshair#crosshair x reader#crosshair x oc#the bad batch#crosshair fanfiction#tbb#the bad batch fanfiction
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7, 22, 27, and 38 for the writing ask game, if you don't mind! :D
(ask game from here)
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
best part about writing is i can just write the most self-indulgent shit ever and then i read it back later and i'm like hell yeah this is exactly what i'm looking for! i'm not kidding i frequently go back through all my documents rereading all the concepting i wrote like it's a little bedtime story. no one can scratch my brainworms better than me fr! ☝️😀
22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?
mm i'm fairly okay about the organization of my writing stuff. after i got my first laptop, all of my writing has been on computers and kept in my google drive. i'm actually considering making another account to transfer all my stuff over so my personal google acc has more space kasjdfkjsdj
i love making so many folders and color coding in there though. i'm planning on retitling all my fic document stuff in a certain way to make it easier to find them, but i don't know what way works for me yet. there a quite a few documents that are out of place because it's either there's not enough of the same-fandom documents to make a folder or i just don't know how i wanna organize it yet. reorganizing is a process i have not had a time for recently hehe
if you're talking about actual writing, i have a couple fics where i make a separate document for the outline i wrote and switch between the outline and the draft, e.g. my docs "[revalink] crystal snow draft" vs "[revalink] crystal snow outline". usually i do this because the way i wrote it in the outline conveys the exact emotion or image i want and use that as a reference while i write the draft. also it's just fun to see my own brain on display! otherwise i keep one huge document for each ship where i braindump my ideas onto, e.g. my doc "_revalink concept reservoir" and then just add headers/outline in the document. the revalink concept document is currently 80 pages long LMFAOKDJFDJK but it's a bit messy at the moment bc i've been copy pasting a lot of stuff in there
27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?
hmm of the fics i've properly finished and uploaded, i don't think i've ever actually been stressed writing a character KDFHKDJFD i've mostly written soft cute self-indulgent stuff so it's not too difficult to write them being soft.
i guess what i'll say instead is i actually had a difficult time in general writing the 'like crazy' fic. most of the premise and style of the fic was something i had a hard time conveying, particularly writing link's character in that first half. i try to get in the heads of my characters when i write and figure out what they would do and why they would do it based on what i know about their character. and it was just. really hard to write link in the self-indulgence of what the vibes/lyrical meaning of the song 'like crazy' was while also keeping him within the boundaries of the character i perceive him as.
if anyone else reading this has some time to spare, you can read 'like crazy' here or the link pinned on my blog! it was my revalink week d7 fic hehe 🤍
38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?
i wish i could tell you something outright insane or outlandish but i can't 😔 my writing process just consists of me laying in bed with my laptop and youtube on my switch hooked to the tv playing videos while i stare at a google doc for a couple minutes until the words come to me, rinse and repeat for as many days as needed until the fic is edited and finalized.
maybe the weirdest thing i've done while writing was either laying down on my side in bed like. semi-fetal position but arranging myself in a way where i could still type on my laptop, or when i got up to lay down and cuddle on the floor of my room with my dog for a little bit to take a break from writing. sorry for the boring answer 🙏
#ask#ask game#iridescentgleam#all i really do is rot in bed to be honest i need to get out of the house more often#other big joy about writing is when people comment on my work losing they fucking minds#i still think about shen's comment on my first revalink fic every day#i hope i can replicate that reaction again someday#the eepies and spoingles and bingos Like u were so real for that#i considered posting a pic of what my google drive looks but i felt like i was overdoing the question atp KDJFHDJHKF#i'm a little sad that 'like crazy' didn't get as much attention as i wanted it to since i worked so hard on it#but it's ok i love her and she's still a beloved child of mine 🤍#cats think we're big dumb goofy idiots but adore us anyway btw in case you wanted to know
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Ah, I kept thinking about this prompt and couldn't help myself! Please accept this little scene between the two bestest friends in all of DC.
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Bruce was sitting in his office, staring at his wall with unseeing eyes. His phone ringing is what finally snaps him out of it, the ringtone a familiar one. He pulls his personal cell and answers it tiredly, "Hello Clark."
"Bruce," Clark's strained voice rushes out, "I need to speak with you, are you free right now?"
Bruce had sat up straight the moment he heard Clark's voice, whatever was going on was very serious and needed Bruce's full attention. "Just a moment," he quickly switched over to his contacts and shot a short text to his secretary. "There, all freed up for the next hour."
"I'll be right over." Clark hung up before Bruce could respond, but it didn't matter. Bruce had just finished pouring a pair of tumblers full of sparkling water when Clark came in through his office window. And it was Clark, not Superman. Bruce couldn't help the anxiety rising in his chest, but he swallowed it down as Clark sat heavily in the seat across the desk. "What happened?"
"Surprise teenager on our doorstep last night."
"Another clone?"
Clark shook his head, "Lois had a kid she gave up for adoption, a little girl she couldn't take care of on her own back then. Fifteen years later…"
Bruce couldn't help his flinch, the same age Jason had been.
"… he shows up on our doorstep scared and looking like death warmed over. It seems there was some sort of attack in his hometown? Amity Park."
Bruce nodded, "The reconstruction is going well, though there was an unexplained explosion to a lab? Or a residence? Strange that it happened well after the attack was over." And that it was unclear what the building was, but Bruce had more important things to worry about.
"We thought he came looking for Lois because he had no where else to go and was afraid to go into the system, and of course we weren't going to turn him away. But the problem," Clark finally sat up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk in a mirror to Bruce's tense posture, "is that when we looked into gaining his guardianship legally we ran into a problem. The boy, that is, Danny has a godfather. His parents left a will naming the man as their children's legal guadian if anything ever happened to them."
Bruce perked up, but Clark shook his head. Bruce closed his eyes in pain, how many more children?
"The thing is, when we asked Danny about his godfather his heart stopped."
Bruce's eyes flew open at that.
"It started again, thank heavens, but Bruce. He was so scared his heart stopped. I mean, his heart is weak, we desperately want to take him to a doctor but he's almost as terrified of going to a doctor as he is of this so called godfather, he's so scared and hurt and we don't want to break what little trust we have. But I think… it's just… so you know how I said he used to be she?"
Bruce nodded.
"He keeps touching his belly, especially when he's scared. And he's always scared."
Bruce's face lost all color, "Is he…?"
Clark shook his head, "I can't hear another heatbeat, either it's too early or it's… it's too late." They both sat in silence for a moment to let that little tidbit sink in. "It's possible he has a boyfriend back in Amity Park, teenagers aren't known for being especially careful about that sort of thing. But with how scared he is…"
"It's not a pretty picture," Bruce agreed. "Give me all the information you can," he said while digging out a pad of paper and pen from one of his desk drawers, "I'll send Reggie over to your place first thing in the morning."
Reggie Brown was the family law attorney Bruce kept on retainer just to handle his adoption addiction. Clark smiled in relief, "Thanks, Bruce."
Okay, we've seen Danny as SuperMans kid and Batmans.
What about Lois Lane?
Maybe Lois had Danny when she was too young to want to be a mom. So she puts him up for adoption.
She didn't expect to be called years later about the child she had to give up.
The baby girl she only seen once is now a traumatized teenage boy whose adoptive family and friends were all killed.
And that werid Old billionaire seems to snooping around her boy for some reason.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#nenna writes#danny phantom#dc comics#batman#superman#i see your “clark would hear ellie's heartbeat”#and raise you “ghost cores aren't hearts and don't beat”#and also ellie/dani is danny's kid that vlad made without danny's consent so technically...#set shortly after jason's death for age reasons#and also so bats has a reason to not be as nosy as he normally would#i could see danny latching onto the nearest liminal as something familiar and that would throw a wrench in things
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