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lilacthebooklover · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@snarky-wallflower Thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

67 currently, but I have deleted a few old ones lol

2. What’s your total word count?

Now, when I tell you I went overboard on this question, I went overboard. My private, unposted, solely-written-by-me fics' total word count is 227,868. My total word count for fics I've collaborated with @charismabee on is 477,549, and my total word count on AO3 is 389,530. However, quite a few of my AO3 fics are collabs with Red, so if you take away everything like Wilting Flowers and Owl House but Kindergarten, you're left with 225,235 words written solely by me. So, if you total up 225,235 + 227,868 + 477,549, then you get a grand total of 930,652 words! Then, of course, there's the whole matter of my old fics on regular Word and not Docs, which would probably add up to at least another 50,000 total considering we're talking about my ASOUE and DT17 phases, as well as all of the private Viva Pinata and miscellaneous musical stuff lurking in there, and we've got that weird writing app on my tablet that I used a lot a couple of years ago whenever my phone got confiscated, but I cannot be bothered to search through all of that right now. So, it mostly rounds up to around 1,000,000 words. Fanfiction may or may not be taking over my life. (Gosh I love maths <3)

3. What fandoms?

I've written mostly for the Kindergarten 1 and 2 fandom, my total fics on AO3 for it totaling 38. However, I have written a heck of a lot of OMORI as well, and dabble in the Owl House, DHMIS, a few webseries on YT as well as the Hatchetverse sometimes, too!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

1. World's Okayest Uncle at 799. My latest WIP, written for the Hatchetfield Universe and based around the concept of Paul Matthews becoming the accidental uncle of every kid in town. Each chapter focuses on a different child (the three so far about Alice, Richie and Pete respectively), and once all of them have been sufficiently adopted, I've been considering adding some slice-of-life stuff, exploring the changed character dynamics, and looking into parts of canon that would change in the AU as well. 2. Hollow at 455, a Hunter-centric one-shot for the Owl House set immediately after season 2 finished. It was written in the post King's Tide craze of awesome Human Realm content, so it got quite a lot of hits at the time. It focuses on Hunter dealing with the aftermath of Belos seemingly having died, and himself having being thrown into a completely new, unfamiliar world as an unfamiliar God took over his own :) 3. Flapjacks at 279, another Hunter-centric piece because TOH fans can't get enough of him lol (I am very much one of those fans). I began writing it back when Thanks to Them was first released, then got the motivation to finish it after I saw Watching and Dreaming. It focuses on Hunter returning to the Human Realm after the Collector's defeat, as well as Camila's thoughts on being a parent of who knows' how many kids at this point. Hunter finally gets the chance to mourn, and finds out what a flapjack actually is. 4. Gravesfield Historical Society, at 275. In which it's only natural that the Boiling Isles' leading Human Expert decides to do some research, and Gus does his very best to ignore the images plaguing him from looking into Belos' mind. Vee looks for some closure, Hunter is very protective over his little siblings, and Gus just wants to have a fun day at the museum. Things... Don't go to plan. 5. Fading, at 215. Yet another TOH work (I was around when the fandom was active as heck), one of the shortest pieces I've ever written at only 722 words. It's from Flapjack's POV during that scene in Thanks for Them. You know the one. I made lots of people cry, and sacrificed the birb.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course!! I thoroughly appreciate every comment I receive; they really make my day. Being part of an active fandom with the Uncle Paul AU has sort of taken me by storm so my inbox is pretty clogged at the moment, but I promise that I have read and smiled over and will reply to the comments all of my lovely readers have left behind! It means so much that someone's not only taken the time to read what I've written, but that they liked it enough to leave a comment behind. Even just keysmashes or "<33"s are really lovely to see, so thank you to the wonderful commentors out there! You guys are awesome :D

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

Ooh, now this is a tough one! Pretty much 95% of what I write is angst, with a good 70% being Hurt No Comfort. Still, I think the angstiest ending I've ever written would have to be that of either "Enough", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of kindergartener Theodore Huxley as his brother pushed him to his death, or "Wilted", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of suicidal kindergartener Lily as she gave up on finding the one person who cared about her and committed suicide as a result of being bullied. Wilted should probably win out considering the implications of what would happen to Billy as a result, and bc the ending subsequently led to Nugget's death too, but Ted's train of thought in Enough is so gosh darn sad.

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

Definitely "McDonald's". That's the fluffiest thing I've ever written, no doubt about it. Not a smidgen of angst, just a bunch of kids with colourful eyes and pointy ears walking into a fast food restaurant and discovering what chicken nuggets are. It literally ends with the promise of more cute adventures to come, so I'd say this one's a no-brainer loll

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only ever received hate once, on a little Gravity Falls AU I made entitled "Puppet Strings and Stage Curtains". I got some pretty nasty criticism on it and, as a kid who was still very anxious about posting stuff online, it really impacted me at the time. I'm still a little nervous even now to open up my inbox because I think I might have gotten another comment like that shfjdhhgkjh. I wound up abandoning the fic because my motivation was completely destroyed, and I couldn't even look at the thing without feeling ashamed. However, I haven't received any hate since, which is great! There's just no reason for it, really; if you like something, leaving a comment is wonderful, and it makes the author happy! If you don't, just don't read the fic. Leaving a hurtful comment isn't going to make anyone happy, and can be really damaging to writers. Shoutout to @weedkillercentral, who, without fail, leaves the bizzarest comments known to man on almost every work I post.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope! I am a ✨minor✨ (@snarky-wallflower dw I too am a nerdy prude, sex jokes are Ew). Still, I do enjoy writing romance from time to time! Some ships are straight-up hard not to enjoy reading/writing for :))

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Funny story, actually. I used to have Wattpad and, as much as I hated using it, a friend of mine liked the site so I used it to support her. I wound up posting some of my own stuff on there at one point. I will never be able to get over the fact that when you searched up my username online, the images used to show a picture of Sharkbomb Glomgold. How do I know this? Because small me got bored and looked up my username, and accidentally found a mirror site to Wattpad with some of my stuff on. It credited my username and everything, but I panicked about it because as far as I was aware, I had no control over whether I could take it down or what else could be put on it. So, I deleted everything on my account, and just like that, the fics on the mirror site vanished. So no, I've never had anything outright stolen-- at least, I hope I haven't-- but that was a Not Fun experience for little me a few years ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I'm not famous enough for that lol. I did have an offer for someone to make a podfic of smth I wrote a few years ago, but they never got around to it. Still, if anyone ever wants to translate one of my fics, I'd love it if you did! Please just let me know and acknowledge me as the OG author; having a work translated sounds awesome.

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

Yes! Many thanks yet again to the amazing @charismabee, my dear co-author and the Kel shirt to my Maverick cosplay wig. The amount of hours I've spent writing with her is actually insane, as well as the times we've just messaged brainstorming AUs or having far too strong feelings about the show Elena of Avalor. We've done joint Whumptobers and Febuwhumps, fics that are combinations of the nichest stories and characters, a lot of redemption arcs for 5-year-olds... If you like my stuff, I thoroughly encourage you to go give her work a read at TheFearIsRed on AO3! :D

If anyone else ever wants to try collaborating on something, I think I'd be willing to give it a try! There are loads of talented authors on here, and co-writing is a lot of fun <3

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

Hmm... Well, Paulkins is an obvious one (remember that one post about "hatchetfield fans when normal man and his barista crush show up for 5 seconds"? yeah that's me). They have a level of mutual trust and understanding that's just really nice to explore, they both have issues galore but will support each other no matter what, half infected Paul content is golden and as an avid Uncle Paul truther, Emma finding out about his many children is just too funny a concept to me. They act like teenagers when they see each other, they're both down bad, she knows he doesn't like the Christmas advert jingles, he thinks she's funny,,, they're so <3

Another strong contender is Pearla (Penny x Carla), from the K2 fandom. @goldmoth82 was the one who got me into writing about them with their absolutely incredible stuff (art, fics, you name it!). They're just a traumatised android and a thieving arsonist, what more could you want?

Gold rush (Kel x Mikhael) is another of my favourites though, mostly because it's so funny. Mikhael has declared them rivals, and Kel could not care less. Mikhael challenges him to races, and Kel beats him easily. Mikhael insults him often, but Kel doesn't retaliate. Mikhael wants to be independent and special, to stand out from everyone else. Kel wants to be appreciated as more than just Hero's brother, to be liked and acknowledged as himself. Mikhael would vehemently deny his feelings until Daphne and Bowen tied them up together and forced him to confess. Rivals are just lovers in disguise, everyone. One-sided gold rush is even funnier, because they're technically one-sided rivals. Kel was Mikhael's homosexual awakening. Mikhael looks so dumb and flamboyant because he's trying to impress him. Mikhael claims he hates him and that his bright red face is from anger after Kel effortlessly beats him time and time again. I love them.

But I think out of everything, Wrightworth would have to take my top pic for favourite ship. Gay lawyers who would die for each other for the win.

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

Ohh gosh. There are quite a few, but I'd probably say this year's Whumptober. My mental health went schwoop this October and I only got up to day 11 despite my plans. I still intend to finish the collab one with Red when I have time again (exams suck), and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get around to completing it. At least there's always next year! :"]

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely characterisation. I have a lot of fun getting into characters' heads and making studies on them in different scenes or just overall, and have a lot of fun bouncing different personalities off of each other. Once I know a character, I know the character, and writing their POV is as simple as breathing lol. I'd also say that I'm pretty good at tension building and breaking, as well as Hurt No Comfort (you need some good old angst, I'm your gal).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for one, though I've been improving on them since I started the TOH Kindergarten AU! I'd also say that I struggle with slower-paced, filler sort of stuff. I might like to build up to an event, but chapters that don't have plot relevance just sort of stump me lol, even when they're necessary :)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I enjoy learning languages, and have been teaching myself Spanish for the past couple of years or so. However, writing them is a whole separate thing entirely. If I had a translator, I'd be all good! I just get a little worried when I write any language that isn't Spanish because google translate is unreliable as heck, so I typically tend to avoid it. Luckily, none of my fandoms really require it- but if that Franziska & Miles brainrot doesn't go away soon, I might be in a bit of a pickle trying to write German dialogue hshjhgfk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A Series of Unfortunate Events (the Netflix show). It was the first fandom I got really, properly into, diving in headfirst at the age of about 12 and finding a lot of awesome content. The obsession I had with VFDBaudelaireFile13's Violet Snicket AU "Misery Loves Company" a few years ago was wild. My writing back then was very jolty, and I wrote in chapters that only lasted a few paragraphs with big, bold titles that often had at least two exclamation marks at the end. Still, ASOUE is one of my favourite shows to this day, and I don't regret a thing from my time binge-reading everything I could find for it (except that one lemons fic I accidentally came across when starved for content), nor any of the silly little unposted AUs I wrote on Word.

20. Top 3 fics I've ever written:

I puzzled over this question for ages, but found it impossible to choose just one! Ignore that I'm cheating a little here, and take three instead <3

1. An unposted collaborative work with @charismabee/TheFearIsRed that we called MPT. It was the first big fic I ever wrote, and it was probably what really got me into writing as a hobby. I got to spend time at random intervals writing about and whumping my favourite characters with someone I'm very close with, making up the plot as we went along. I remember coming up with the initial idea on a swingset, and spending hours colour-coding every segment of those 50,000 words based on each mention of a character as well as who wrote what. MPT is messy, and a tad repetitive in places, and while finished, I don't believe it's something I'll ever post. But it holds a special place in my heart, and it's a lot of fun looking back on my writing from a couple years ago compared to now 2. Not sure if this fully counts, but an untitled Omori WIP I've got going atm is definitely up there. It's Hero-centric with huge emphasis on his trauma, following the course of the year the events of the game occur in. I've had a blast writing his thoughts and time at college, and I'm geberally just really proud of it thus far. Hopefully, it'll be done by January in time for his birthday! :) 3. Now this one is a posted work– Magical Girls: Omori!, another collab with Red. We came up with the idea, binge-watched season one of Glitter Force on Netflix, and ran with the plot. We've planned out all of season 1 with ideas for season 2, incorporated a plethora of great characters, and been able to mess around with a fun fantasy high school full of our favourites. It's always wonderful to write, and I really like how it's been going!

Thank you again to @snarky-wallflower for the tag! You're amazing <3

As for people I know, I've tagged the vast majority of you already sjhkffg oops.

@charismabee @goldmoth82 @weltato @inprisonforsparkling hey there jpr the au mastermind, fanartist of the century, paul whump bestie and king of michie. you guys are some of my favourite writers out there, i'd love to see what you answer with for this (no pressure ofc!) <33

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im-not-a-l0ser · 8 months ago

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a funny or crack WIP snippet

So, uh. Here's the thing. I really don't write much comedy or crack. I don't write comedy because (as I've been told for the last 17 years of my life) I don't really think I'm that funny, and I try not to write crack because that's a pipeline to misrepresenting characters. The only one I might've had was Chapter One of Beanies, but y'know. That's already posted.

So, the only one I have isn't Hatchetfield, or even Starkid at all. It's Dear Evan Hansen. Kleinphy, to be specific. It's a 5+1, here are the first couple. I'll reblog with the other(❓) one momentarily.

Anyway, it is mildly nsfw, because that's the only way I know how to write crack apparently.

Most people knew that Jared could calm Connor down when he was angry, but a grand total of two people knew how, and that was Jared and Connor themselves.

The first time, it was a massive shock.

Third week of Junior Year, Connor was a bit up and arms at lunch. It wasn’t really his fault in all honesty, but he was the one that drew the crowd in, not that he meant to.

“I just can’t believe they even let guys like you into the school.” Connor scoffed.

“Me? You’re worried about me being in the school? You pay people to do your urine tests and you hit on every girl you see! Including teachers! And haven’t you been held back like seven times, aren’t you like legally allowed to drink now?” He was a super senior, but just the one year. Though, he drank enough that you’d hope it was legal. “But no, me, I’m the one that’s a risk to the school even though all I ever fucking do is mind my own business until someone gets into mine, you’re absolutely—”

“Hey, Murphy!” Someone suddenly yelled from the sidelines.

Even though other people were yelling both of their names, this person seemed to specifically get Connor’s attention. He was quickly approached by a short guy that only a handful of people in the crowd recognised.

He simply cupped his hands around Connor’s ear and whispered something. Then he walked away.

Connor’s body seemed to relax. He took a breath, pulled down his hoodie, and walked off. In a different direction than the kid, which was specifically interesting. It meant that he wasn’t trying anything, he just. Got him to stop somehow.

“Who was that kid?” The perpetrator asked.

“Jared something, I think,” Someone in the front row of the circle said.

“What the fuck is his deal,” He laughed. Everyone else laughed too.

Four rooms away, Jared was waiting for Connor to meet him in their designated place to be alone. Connor joined him not long after, where he was held until he didn’t need to be anymore.

The next time, it was actually in public. Connor was at the grocery store with his mom— he did not want to be— and he was getting sick of the whole thing.

“I swear, if you get another meat substitute and claim it tastes the same again, I will cut open myself and we can just eat that instead!”

“Connor!” Cynthia exclaimed, “That was extremely uncalled for!”

“Was it? I’m pretty sure I’m slowly dying because of the way you cook, what’s so wrong with speeding that process along then, huh?”

“Whoa, okay!”

Someone new had entered the conversation.

“Looks like someone needs to calm down!” He said, throwing his arm around Connor’s shoulder. Cynthia stared, confused, but her son didn’t look too shocked. More surprised that this person was here.

He used his free hand to cover the side of his mouth and whispered into Connor’s ear.

Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Connor’s face flushed ever so slightly. The guy pulled away.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” He said. He pat Connor’s shoulder before pulling away.

“Oh, you fucking asshole,” Connor accused as he walked off, but it didn’t sound nearly as angry. More annoyed.

“Who was that? Did you know him?” Cynthia asked. Connor crossed his arms.

“Some asshole from school,” He grumbled.

On Monday, Connor went straight to their closet, finding Jared on his knees, just as promised.

#dear evan hansen #kleinphy #conman #jared kleinman #connor murphy #come get your food @thatoneteen

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saharzahids · 4 years ago

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Starkid Rewatch: The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals 🎼

Finally we have reached the hatchetfield series

My paulkins brain is ready let's gooo

I'm that one lady in the audience who's genuinely jamming out to the intro

Thinking back to how the intro was just foreshadowing the ending and that Emma gets infected too

🎶what an ass, what a bitch, what a cuuuuuuuuck🎶

I love how every musical with them has lauren and robert having a cute dance number

Paul was clearly set up to be the asshole character but we all chose to love him so they just went along with it

LATTAY HOTTAY ☕

Does she know i would die for her

I have very low blood sugar

Paulkins interaction here we go

Knowing that ted is the homeless man...

I don't know how it changes things here but somehow it just does

Reluctant friendship hcs for paul and green peace girl come through

Once again: props to June saito for understanding the duality of lesbian fashion

Hey it's everyone's favorite murder grandpa

Oh, look a new blouse

Pitch perfect whomst?

I love that for Bill it's never a question of alice being gay..it's never really that big of a deal. He just does not like deb

He even suggests other girls for alice

Its just really comforting for me to watch it be normalised so sweetly

Lah...dee...DAH. DAH. DAY?!

I will 100% believe this is the man behind the paul clones. He is so fucking unhinged look at him

🎶black coffee, I'm your coffee gal- NOOOOO!!!!!

He has to bend to half his height to meet her eye level i love them

Promise me you'll think about the implications!!

Jaime had no business being this hot during cup of poisoned coffee

They're constantly just holding hands or reaching out for each other it's too cute

YOU GRABBED THE WRONG ONE, YOU NOODLE!

The purest friendship

Ted casually jamming out to Robert's dance

[alien/turkey noises]

His brain fell out

Who is it? Professor hidgens! Don't lie to me whoever you are, I'm professor hidgens!

This is paul and...them

I'm going to...kick your...head

Iconic

Get you someone who looks at you the way paul looks at emma

Or even the way emma looks at paul really they're both equally soft

The biggest plot twist would have been if Paul had been the one to crash Jane's car

FUCK CLIVESDALE

So I guess I'm the supervillain? I don't think of you like that at all emma

I'm soft for them

Jaime i love u

Seriously her voice 😯

Jeff just jumping around while jaime sings like a goddess honestly same

Anyways paulkins are being all adorable in the background

I love how they're just screaming out for bill like fuck ted

I shot a charle-ton

Appreciate his jokes please

SING THE BEGINNING OF MOANA

The best starkid song honestly

Can we talk about how paul remembered most of the lines? Like emma and ted were just repeating whatever he said and bill was fucking singing the circle of life

Ted's voice cracking

I just realised he's sitting directly in front of charlotte's body and I know he's 90% an asshole but this fucking scene man

Like he cares just a little and we can all see it how he's trying to keep whats left of his friends from dying too

Honestly joey's acting here gets me

Height difference™

When he said "I respect her choices but..." I honestly initially thought some homophobic crap might follow but bill you absolute angel

He did not dissapoint

Bill Woodward 🤝 Steve harrington

If you get what I mean

(team i have no issue with you being a lesbian but please have better taste in girls)

Fancasting for denise or angela to play grace chastity in NPMD

Corey's expressions in this scene honestly breaks my heart

He just wanted to save his daughter 😔

prove it asshole, we're the army

he boop

WEAR A WATCH ⌚

I'm authorising you to use my firearm

Hidgens and mcnamara are both dramatic gays but with completely opposite energies

[foot sweep]

The way he skip-runs across the stage

Draco would be proud

For a 63 year old he can really work those hips

The audience losing their shit

Should I take this chair? I'll get the piano

The light slowly turning red as infected!mcnamara smiles

The audience slowly realising what the lyrics mean

Honestly iconic

One of my favorite moments in the show

So the last thing paul ever told emma was "byeeeee"?

Nah fuck that they both survived and are living happily in colorado running their pot farm

What ending?

The theatre being Paul's worst nightmare and starlight theatre being the place where he's killed, and starlight also being miss holloway's nightmare time? Methinks he might be her descendent of some sort

Watch out paul, he might kick your head

Mr. Davidson didn't want to be a mindless alien slave! He wanted to be choked by his wife!

Starkid stroking their villain takes a whole another level here huh

Jon slipping between normal talking to singing after every other word is pure talent

All jokes and paulkins related angst aside the ending is actually really amazing for a multitude of reasons

1. Inevitable is an absolute masterpiece of a song and it ties in all the previous songs that were there in the show

2. It provides context to the intro song (its all a fucking loop babey)

3. We get this one final moment of softness

4. Emma's scream perfectly harmonises with the ending of inevitable

5. It spectacularly breaks the 4th wall for the second time and integrates the audience as characters in the show

6. They never once break character through the whole thing

7. It proves once and for all that the hero of the story was never paul, it was emma. paul was just the final villain

That being said I am happily going back deep down in denial-town. You can find me drowning in a bucketload of paulkins fluff fics goodbye

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apotheosised · 4 years ago

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Paul Matthews PRONUNCIATION. P' au- l NICKNAME. n/a GENDER. trans man HEIGHT. 6′1, or 186cm AGE. 31 ZODIAC. virgo. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, ASL, some conversational Spanish

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. brown. EYE COLOR. light blue SKIN TONE. light medium. BODY TYPE. tall and lanky . ACCENT. American, Michigan specifically DOMINANT HAND. left. POSTURE. Kind of hunched over, stooped shoulders SCARS. Top surgery scars on his chest, following tgwdlm a large array of burn and shrapnal scars TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. FEATURE(S). tall, big eyed and flat assed, amen

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Hatchetfield, Michigan HOMETOWN. Hatchetfield, Michigan BIRTH WEIGHT. BIRTH HEIGHT. MANNER OF BIRTH. cesarean section FIRST WORDS. mummy SIBLINGS. n/a. PARENTS. John & Louise Matthews PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. His mum was his absolute rock, and he was called mummy’s boy throughout a lot of his childhood. He went to her about everything, and she was always willing to patiently listen to him and help however she could. Louise Matthews very much shaped Paul into the man he is today, she died when he was 25 and he misses her more than words can say. John however walked out when Paul was about 9 years old, because he couldn’t be bothered to deal with a “difficult” (read: neurodivergent & trans) kid. He and Paul have had contact on and off ever since, but rarely see each other more than once a year, when they do see each other it never goes particularly well.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Financial Analyst (fancy accountant) at CCRP Technical . CURRENT RESIDENCE. Hatchetfield, Michigan. CLOSE FRIENDS. Bill Woodward is his best friend in every timeline, and Bill’s daughter Alice is like a niece to him. He is also friends with Charlotte From Work, and though he won’t admit it: Tedd Spankoffski. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Intimate with @shoreabove‘s Emma in pretty much every verse, and in some of them they’ve even put a label on it FINANCIAL STATUS. Financially stable & able to treat himself now and then, generally pretty cautious with his money which comes from being an accountant DRIVER’S LICENSE. yes but no car CRIMINAL RECORD. none.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual l. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. high, we stan a horny king TURN ON’S. women who can kick his ass, laughter and generally keeping things fun and light, almost certainly has a praise kink if I’m being honest TURN OFF’S. Anyone being weird or fetishy about the fact that he’s trans is an instant turn off and no go, really not a fan of role play in the bedroom because it’s too much like performing which he will not do LOVE LANGUAGE. Acts of service RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. The biggest simp imaginable, will do everything he can to make sure his partner knows just how amazing Paul thinks they are, and how much he loves them. From making their favourite food after a long day, to telling them outright how much he admires them. Can be a bit intense for some people, so he tries to reign it back a little bit, but he has a lot of love to give and he wears his heart out on his sleeve

��𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Drink Iced Coffee, Panic Attack outside of songs from the actual musical, 9 to 5 by our queen Dolly Parton truly does have fantastically Paul energy HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reads a lot of sci fi and fantasy novels, watching documentries on the nature channel, owns and plays at least one video game in canon, probably has hours of his life sunk into a minecraft world ILLNESSES. Pretty intense Generalized Anxiety Disorder, is also Autistic which isn’t an illness but there’s nowhere else to put it and i want people to Know. far sighted-wears contacts most of the time, but has a pair of glasses he sometimes breaks out too LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left . PHOBIAS. Always been pretty creeped out by aliens, hates huge crowds and loud noises, not a fan of spiders SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. not great VULNERABILITIES. Takes things pretty seriously while also wearing his heart on his sleeve which can make him pretty easy to take advantage of, he’s very Not Good in social situations or at reading people, easily overwhelmed

TAGGED BY. stole it TAGGING. idk who has and hasn’t done this yet so if you haven’t and want to then do so and @ me!

#&&. what do you want paul? (about)#&&. dash meme #{the takeaway from this is paul fucks}

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faecrea-ture · 6 years ago

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Alice/Deb FLUFF!

Cause it’s what the gays deserve.

(POV: Alice)

“Fitful nights aren’t a rare occurrence when inconsistencies are the only constants in your life,”

When those uncharacteristically sophisticated words were uttered by Deb I didn’t quite know how else to reply other than with an unembellished “Are you high?” Her usually vacant expression brightened into a grin, “No!” She insisted, laughing through her words, “I am perfectly sober!” A snort felt like the appropriate response. “Hey! I’ll have you know that I am a bloody genius when I want to be.”

“Right yeah definitely,” I murmered absently as my hand slid into hers; before she had a chance to protest our lips were together in a feeling of soft sincerity. “HmmnNowait stop do you not believe me?!”

“Well, do you expect me to? Yesterday you asked me what the trick for the 5 times tables was!” I laughed and tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away. She had the kind of wide-eyed expression that I had learned to decipher as actual upset. “Oh no are you genuinely sad?” Guilt immediately settled in my throat at Deb’s lack of sarcastic reply. “Aww, I’m sorry, I believe you, promise! Here, say something smart and I’ll be impressed, go on.” I took both of her hands in mine and sat her on my wonky office chair, before taking my place as a pupil on the floor in front of her. Even Deb’s famous poker face couldn’t hide the inherent ridiculousness of the situation. She leaned back and began speaking in a voice that was suddenly fifty years older.

“Well, the human species actually originated in Australia,” She began, clearly willing to expand on the fact, “The oldest human skeletons were found there and are like 45000 years old or something. So, technically, We’re all Australian.”

“Ooo we love a fun fact!” I began an applause, fully expecting Deb to embrace the ovation with a series of dramatic bows, only to be sternly shushed. “There will be no clapping in my class you rotten child!”

Now, we had watched the movie Matilda about six times together. It was a sort of ritual that somehow developed on the last night of my first visit to Hatchetfield after moving. So, now every last night of my visits ends with us quoting every single word of that goddam film. In this instance, Deb’s voice was such a good imitation of the Trunchbull that I immediately felt the impulse to dissolve into giggles. Apparently, Deb was just as surprised by the accuracy because, after a moment of stunned silence, she had joined me on the floor in fits of laughter. “Where the fuck did that come from?!” I gasped through involuntary chortles.

“I actually have no fucking idea, holy shit,” She leaned on me, clutching her stomach and burying her face in my jacket as she continued with a chorus of adorable giggles. “Danny Devito who?” I chimed without thinking which, of course, was met with “Danny Devito didn’t play the Trunchbull, he played the dad, dumbass”

“Oh, so you can call me a dumbass, but I can’t question a claim of genius? Is that how this relationship works now?”

“You know it, babe, I’m an insecure lesbian; that’s what you get.” The latter statement was accompanied by finger guns and an empty smile. A moment of knowing silence followed. “Is your mum being less of a dick now that she broke up with Gary?”

“Nah, she hasn’t bought food in like two weeks…”

“Dad always buys way too many packet noodles; you can take some home if you like. I’m pretty sure we also have an unnecessary amount of Fruit Loops.”

She stayed quiet, lying back onto my strangely comfortable carpet. What she thought of me giving her food went without saying, but she knew I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I lied beside her. Our hands met. Our fingers intertwined. I think that was when I knew that I loved her. It wasn’t really an overwhelming moment or a sudden epiphany, but more of an expected acknowledgment. “Hey,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” came her soft reply.

“I’m in love with you.”

“…I’m in love with you too.”

And there we were. Our backs on the carpet. Her hand in mine. In that moment, The world was at peace.

#starkid #tgwdlm #the guy who didnt like musicals #sk10 #starkid10 #team starkid #Alice/Deb #Starkid fanfic #lesbians #gay #black friday #blackfriday

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alphabetatoes · 5 years ago

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Routines (Emma x Paul)

nia.n.: I call this one “I saw my high school crush for the first time in 2 years in a Chipotle parking lot today and needed to project my own feeling in a fic” also known as PLEAS be nice i havent written in AGES

w.c.: 609 (nice)

Routine is a funny thing. You become so accustomed to a certain routine that as soon as the smallest deviation occurs, it feels like your world is tossed on it’s side.

Emma undoubtedly was an advocate for routine. School, work, eat, sleep. Repeat until success or death. Keeping to routine prevented surprises and allowed her to feel some sort of responsibility. The responsibility her parents never seemed to acknowledge that she had.

Part of this routine was sitting outside the Hatchetfield diner every Tuesday night, waiting to pick up her order.

Emma sat in her car, watching the clock on her dashboard turn to 5:54. This particular Tuesday, she was 6 minutes early. But she was not about to break routine.

After checking her phone for what felt like the thousandth time, she decided it was time to people watch.

Zoey and Nora were closing up Beanie’s for the day, and Professor Hidgens sat on a bench in the courtyard reading what looked to be some sort of scientific journal. Everyone looked to be following their own separate routines and-

No shit!

Paul Matthews walked past her car and straight into the diner.

She hadn’t seen him in what, 10 years maybe? Although they didn’t attend the same high school, Hatchetfield was a small enough town that most all the people knew each other. Paul was like a rogue though. While a majority of their graduating class attended Hatchetfield Community College (or one of the colleges in the neighboring cities), Paul went to ‘find himself’. Hiking, biking, skiing, anything under the sun, and all documented on social media for everyone to enjoy.

Just in time for Emma to find out why Paul was back in Hatchetfield of all places for the first time in years.

As Emma made her way into the diner, she felt a rush of cold air hit her. It was the adrenaline pump she needed to go up and talk to Paul.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that Paul Matthews?”, Emma said, smiling.

“In the flesh.” Paul smirked. He motioned for her to sit at the booth with him.

As she sat down, she began to ask Paul what the hell he could have been up to in 10 years. He explained his reasoning for disappearing. Staying there felt like a cliche. Like there was nothing more for him than the confines of the city. Escaping from that allowed Paul to do whatever he wanted while he was still young enough to do it, and if he messed up, he couldn’t be judged for his mistakes. And definitely not 5000 miles from home.

“EMMA PERKINS. YOUR ORDER IS READY.” The cashiers mic echoed through the nearly vacant diner.

As Emma went up to grab her order, Paul followed closely behind to pay his bill.

“I’ll pay for your meal if you promise to answer any other questions I might have as to where the hell you’ve been.”

“I’m not passing up the opportunity for a free meal.” Paul seemed elated that Emma had taken such an interest in where he had been.

“Diner closes in 5 minutes.” The cashier said dryly, handing Emma her change.

“Why does every place in this town close at fucking 6:30? On a Tuesday?!” Emma joked, earning a chuckle from Paul (and maybe to the cashiers dismay).

“How about we discuss this further over a cup of coffee tomorrow?’

“Beanie’s?’ Emma said, motioning to her uniform as she did.

“It’s a date.” Paul winked.

Touche. This was the first change in her routine Emma had in what felt like years. But some people are worth the change, right?

#tgwdlm #paul matthews #emma perkins

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the-girl-who-likes-musicals1 · 6 years ago

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A Song of Sisters - Part 3

Description: Claire and her little sister Deb have been through so much in their lives. A singing, dancing apocalypse should be a no brainer, right? When Claire receives a panicked call from Deb in the middle of the school day, she races to save her from the Apotheosis.I was in my second year at Hatchetfield Community College when it happened. I had been working late, and it was raining cats and dogs when I left work. Deb had plans with Alice to go see a play at the Starlight. Alice’s dad was apparently saying, so I didn’t dare say no. As I arrived home, I could swear I heard a crash. It sounded far away though, so I didn’t think anything of it. I sat my tired ass on the couch and turned on the TV. It wasn’t long afterwards when I heard Deb come through the door. I checked the time. “Wait, you’re like three hours early…the play shouldn’t even have started yet, should it?”

“Turn on the news!” Deb said. I turned the channel to Dan and Donna, and I saw the headline across the bottom of the screen: METEOR HITS IN HATCHETFIELD.

"Shit.” I said, “Well that sucks.”

“We didn’t even get to the theater. Apparently that’s where it hit. The police had it blocked off, no one could get within a block of it. Alice said we could go get McDonalds or something tomorrow after school to make up the date. Can I borrow the car?”

“Of course!” I said, offering up half the blanket. Deb sat down and settled in. We both had long days, and were asleep within minutes. How Deb planned to get through the play, I didn’t know. The next morning, I woke up after Deb had taken the bus to school. I didn’t even hear her leave, I was sleeping so soundly. I was usually always awake to say goodbye and tell her to have a good day as she left for the bus. I got out of bed with a sigh. I got ready and was about to leave when my phone rang. I looked down at the screen and Deb’s photo smiled back at me. This worried me. Hatchetfield High was notoriously anti-texting in class. She would only be calling me in the middle of the day if…

“Deb! What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s…the teachers…” She said, panting. I could tell she was running, “They’re…they’re…”

“What, Deb?” I said, frantic. I ran to my car, ready to rush to the high school. It was then that I heard it, coming from the direction of downtown. The song itself wasn’t scary, I suppose, but when a whole town is singing the same song…it’s a little unnerving.

“They’re…singing.” Deb said.

What the fuck?

I kept my windows rolled up as I drove through town, but I could still hear it.

La dee dah dah day

… What the hell was going on? It fully dawned on me what was happening when I saw a scene that made my stomach churn on one of sidewalks downtown. Two people, dancing and twirling down the street, singing all the while, had blood dripping down their face. A man that followed them, dancing along to the same tune, had a gaping wound on the side of his neck. I watched with horror as it began bleeding…blue? I had seen enough zombie apocalypse movies to recognize one when I saw it. Deb and I would watch these and then make up stories about how the two of us would go through with a machete and slice up zombies as we made our way through it. We’d be brave, fearless. In reality, though, we were just scared. I remembered, though, what my parents had told me that day when I first met Deb and they put her in my arms.

You two are going to have to stick together, Dad had said, no matter what happens, you have to be there for each other. That’s what having a sister means. You have her back, and she’ll have yours.

I shook the horrifying scene out of mind as I kept on driving towards the high school with Deb’s softball bat in the back of my car. I had to have her back now. I grabbed the bat as I got out of my car near the school. There was a way to sneak in and out around the back. I remembered from when I went there, and I could hopefully make it in without being noticed.

-Where r u? I texted Deb.

-Bathroom. 2nd floor.

-Almost there. U safe?

- For now. Alice is here

- Singing?

- No. Scared.

- Shit is going on downtown. Be there soon.

I put my phone in my pocket as I opened the car door. I gripped the bat tight and tried to block out the sound of singing as I head into the school, climbing through an open window in the teacher’s lounge. It was, thankfully, empty, and I stepped out into the hallway. There, the singing became louder. I wondered how many teachers and students were already infected as I noticed that my shoes were beginning to stick to the floor. I looked down, and almost retched. My shoes were sticking in a pool of blood. I had been to focused on what was ahead of me to notice it. I looked down again and saw that there were patches of red lining the hallway, along with spots of blue goo. Was this how they infected people? In some cases, the two touched, making a swirl of purple. I pressed on. I had to get to the second floor. The bathrooms were by the choir room, I remembered. There should be a stairwell near here…

“Are you looking for Debbie?” Said a voice behind me. I turned to see Miss Carter, a blue streak down her chin and front of her clothes. Was she…?

“You know she hates when you call her that.” I said. “What I call her won’t matter,” Miss Carter said, “She’ll be with your parents soon. You poor, orphaned children. Would you like to join them?” I gripped my bat tight and raised it above my head.

“D…Don’t come closer.” I warned, ready to run.

“Or what?” She asked, “You’ll give me a bump on the head? Claire, I’m trying to help…you know I am. I know that ever since your parents died, you and Deb have been in so much pain…join us and we can help you. Both of you.” She inched closer and closer until she was finally within striking distance.

“Fuck that!” I yelled, swinging the bat as hard as I could. I saw her fall to the ground, out cold. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she came back, so I ran up the nearest stairwell, ignoring the occasional squishing sounds of blood beneath my feet. I was out of breath when I reached the top. I saw a girl with a yellow dress go into the bathroom at the top of the stairs. I could make out a blue stain on her face.

“Deb! Alice!” I heard her say, “It’s Grace! Please…let me in…I’m scared. All the teachers, they’ve gone crazy…” I ran into the bathroom.

“Deb!” I yelled, “Don’t open the door!” I swung the bat again and it made contact with the side of Grace’s face. She fell and I knocked on the door of the stall to let Deb and Alice know it was safe to come out, if the thud of Grace’s fall wasn’t an indication. The stall door opened and I experienced the much more pleasant attack of Deb’s arms around my neck.

“Claire, oh my god…” Deb said into my shoulder, “You made it!”

“Of course I did, I’ve got your back! Now let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve had enough creepy singing to last me a full lifetime.”

“Right, let’s go. Come on, Alice.” Deb said, taking Alice’s hand.

“Stay behind me. This place is filled with those things.” I said, brandishing the bat. My heart sunk as I turned to exit the bathroom. 4 or 5 high schoolers were blocking the entrance.

“Shit.” I heard Alice say behind us.

“The Drama club.” Deb said. There was no way we could get through. If I would have hit one of them with the bat, the others would have been enraged and attacked us. We’d be dead. Things got even worse when I heard Deb yelp behind me, “She’s got my leg!” She screamed. These things were resilient, and they didn’t stay down long, as evidenced by the fact that Grace had her hand wrapped around my sister’s ankle. Grace yanked her leg and brought Deb to the ground. Before I could react, Grace had her pinned down.

“Deb! NO!” I smashed Grace’s face with the bat again and she fell to the side. It was too late. There was blue goo smeared around her cheeks. She began heaving and coughing. I went to her side and took her hand. Alice ran to her other side.

“I’m sorry…” Deb said, clearly struggling. The zombies around us left us alone. They knew what was happening. Every instinct told me to run, but I couldn’t leave Deb here alone. If there was anyone who could possibly fight this thing off, it would be her.

“Come on, Deb…fight it, I know you can!” I yelled as Deb began to writhe in pain. Her grip on my hand tightened until my circulation was completely cut off. Alice, across from me on the other side of Deb, was crying too. I was Deb’s sister, but Alice most likely knew more about her than I did. Those two were inseparable, and I knew her heart was breaking too. Then, all of a sudden, Deb’s grip on my hand loosened. Alice looked at me in horror as she felt it too. Her hands slid back and Deb sat up. Her eyes opened, and I could tell that her eyes were…bluer than normal. “Deb…no…” I said as she stood.

“I’m sorry, Claire…” She said with a sneer that I knew from the start was not my sister. “You lost.”

READ PART 2: https://the-girl-who-likes-musicals.tumblr.com/post/183737205575/a-song-of-sisters-part-2

READ PART 1: https://the-girl-who-likes-musicals.tumblr.com/post/183556142765/a-song-of-sisters-part-1

#tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #fic #jaime lyn beatty #starkid #lauren lopez #claire #deb

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