#ty for the ask 🥰

[glitterslag]

Questions for your train journey four days ago lol (I missed it)-

About BOJ, was I imagining this or did you sprinkle some sydrichie crumbs in there for us ?👀

Also, this is totally a no pressure/ expectations ask, just curious... do you think you'd ever write a sydrichie fic ? / have you been tempted to write for them ? I know they would be so delish in your style <3

Hope your journey was a nice one :)

hehe, you weren't imagining it!! There are sydrichie crumbs everywhere for those who have eyes to see........🌝

Nah but fr, I do p. much write everything sydcarmy from the view that Richie would jump at the chance to lick Syd's crumbs off the floor. Sometimes I think he's fully aware of it, sometimes I think he's in denial.

Tbh, while I do enjoy reading sydrichie fics, i think if i were ever to write anything it'd more like a love triangle or unrequited sydrichie from richie's pov, like having richie pining for syd while syd was pining for carmy. I find the whole richie carmy love-hate-jealousy-bitterness-resentment-brothers-lovers-rivals continuum really really interesting to think and write about (it might be my favourite dynamic on the show), and the way the syd of it all would factor into that could just be soooo juicy.

i actually made a good start on a more richie centric fic a while back, which was very AU-ish and had richie running a chippy in Scotland. It's very much shelved and never gonna be unshelved, but here's an extract if anyone cares cause I do really really like it:

“S’appenin’, big man?” Ebra pokes his navy blue beanie through the back kitchen entrance, dragging his cold trolley behind him. “Whit ye got for me today?” 

“Hello, Richie.” 

Cousin still won't deliver the bycatch himself, the shitebag, won’t even set foot over the threshold of this place. Sends his deckboss down here to do his dirty work now instead. Wanker. 

“How’s the prawns?” he asks Ebra, inspecting the stacked trays of lifeless, milky white fish with the tip of a HB pencil. “Good catch, was it?” 

Cod and haddock Ebra brings him — big ones today at that. FAS, but who cares about that, this isnae The Ivy. 

“Not bad, not bad.” 

“Fetch a good price, did they?” Ebra shrugs.

“Eh, you know. Could always be better.” 

Richie grins, gives the man a clap on the shoulder. 

“Wahey, that’s the attitude.”

“Busy day coming?” Richie nods. 

“With any luck, aye.” 

It’s Wednesday, so there’s not much chance of that if he’s being honest, but hey. 

“Good luck.”

“Thanks, pal. Hey, how’s it wi’ that bawbag?” 

Carmy, that means. And Richie doesn’t want to know, not really — but somehow he keeps finding himself asking after the kid anyways. 

Ebra looks grave.

“Always shenanigans, Richie. Yesterday, Norwegian coast guard, they came on board–” 

“Oh, shit!” Richie interjects. “The fuckin’ polis?” Ebra nods darkly.

“Fucking fish police, Richie. We barely hang on by a thread yesterday. You’re lucky you get any,” he says, slapping the top pallet, making the cods jiggle on the ice. “Carmen, he was huffing and puffing, smoking many cigarettes.” 

Richie chokes on a laugh. 

“Fucking fish police,” he repeats, shaking his head. “Aw fuck, whit’s he like, eh? I don't know. Rather you than me, pal.”

~~~

Richie used to go away on the boats, too, but now he works in the chippy. 

He quit once he hit forty — mostly because of all the time spent away from his wee girl, but partly because after Mike went Richie just couldnae stomach it nae mair. Literally. He can’t eat fish at all now. Always makes him spew, as if his body just rejects the stuff. 

Fak won’t eat fish either, that fucking numpty. Claims he’s never even tried it, not even fish fingers. Says it’s boggin’. To be fair, at the end of the night when they all come away stinking of it, Richie can’t say he entirely disagrees. 

Fry Life, the chip shop’s called. 

The walls are covered in a mix of Celtic and film memorabilia. Scarves and posters and t-shirts, some of them signed or limited edition. Stuff salvaged from Mikey’s old place, mostly, some of Richie’s own, some of Fak’s, all of it encased in glass in an attempt to combat the ravages of time and chip grease. 

There’s a big fuck-off Jaws poster on one wall, and a framed black and white photo of Billy MacNeill holding up the European Cup on another. The creature from Creature from the Black Lagoon is coming out from the ceiling above the counter, above Richie’s head. It’s the only thing not in glass, so when he’s standing behind the till it looks like he’s about to be ripped to shreds. Then there’s the Funko Pop! shelf, over by the window. Proper nerd shit. 

They’ve even got a couple of vintage arcade games. As in coin-ops, wee honey traps so they are. Thursday nights they do ‘Haddock-en’ — Street Fighter tournaments with deals on the food, and they get neckbeard-looking types busing up from the uni, GAMESOC or whatever it is, to play the machines. They act so fucking weird, but it’s bums on seats isn’t it, so Richie can’t really complain. 

Yeah, Richie can just about cope with the video game crowd. What he can’t stand are the tourists — they actually get those here now. Fringe festival overspill, mostly. Seems like every year it creeps further and futher up the coast, Airbnbs springing up everywhere in the wake of it. Fucking disgusting. Pretty lucrative business, too, or so Richie’s heard. Ask Jimmy. That fucking parasite. 

Yeah, the shop managed to get featured on some food Instagram account and now they sometimes get posh folk coming in on their working class safaris, taking photos and talking in their grating English voices. The caffs-not-cafés crowd. People who’re used to paying like nine quid for a pint and a packet of scampi fries. 

Yeah, tourists are the worst, especially the ones fae Edinburgh. Dunediners, that’s their proper name — Richie’s maw always insisted on calling them that. Carmy went down there for uni and now he’s the worst too. 

Came back prissy and up his own arse — worse than before — and bisexual. And hey, Richie got off with a drag queen once in CC Blooms, so you know, it’s whatever. He’s all for it. It’s just, of course Carmy would be bisexual. Art school prat. Summers were the worst — Carmy’d come out on the boats, spew his guts up for the first week straight every time, guaranteed. Never was built for it. 

Nah, Edinburgh’s nice, though. Him and Mikey lived down there for a while when they were both young, worked in bars and whitnot. It was before the fishing, before duty pulled them back. Shit, they used to have fun. Hive till five, or end up in a casino or a random gaff or some seedy spot in The Pubic Triangle. 

Once, they’d been so fucked they’d both ended up shagging a bird each in the same hotel room, Mikey and some girl on the bathroom counter and Richie and some ginger bird on one of the twin beds, and then afterwards they’d all jumped in the shower together and smoked a joint in the steam, laughing hysterically. 

It wasn't always like that, though. One night, they’d climbed up Arthur’s Seat in the dark and sat waiting for sunrise, passing a bottle of whisky back and forth and talking about their future, what they’d be. 

“Hello? Hello?”

Richie’s head snaps up. There’s an old guy in a blue Berghaus puffer standing at the counter, looking impatient. 

“Sorry pal, I was miles away.”

Richie sniffs, gets to plugging in the man’s sausage supper on the till. 

“You said large, yeah?”

“Aye, please.”

“Nine-twenty, pal.”

The guy sucks his teeth, fishing in his pocket. 

“Christ, that’s gone up.”

“S’all gone up,” Richie says, tapping at the sign behind him when the guy tries sticking a blue RBS debit through the glass. CASH ONELY. Fucking Fak spelt it wrong and Richie still can’t be fucked to change it. “Fuckin’ Brexit, eh?”

“S’at right?” the guy says, jangling for change in his wallet. “Thought it was s’posed to be good for the fishing? Nae mair foreign boats in our waters, and all that.”

Richie shrugs. 

“You tell me, pal.” 

He slams the till and turns away to chuck a large chips in the fryer. 

“I’ve never had a problem with you Polish,” the guy says then, hanging over the counter to call after him across the spit of the oil and the hum of the fridge. “Hard workers.” 

Ah, Christ, here we go. Richie forces a smile over one shoulder. 

“Ha, aye yeah, we are.”

“I never voted for it, like,” he adds quickly. 

Hot oil licks at Richie’s forearms, just an annoyance by now. He sneaks another glance behind him. The guy’s jacket is ugly. It’s that petrolly-navy colour every da wears, the padding synthetic with its quilt lines unfashionably thin. 

“D’you hear about that one they found down on the beach?” he’s saying now. 

“What’s that, pal?” Richie says, wearily.  

“Some young lassie, apparently. Come off a lifeboat they reckon it was.”

“Havnae heard anyhin’ aboot that.”

Richie’s keen to shut this conversation down, but apparently yer man’s not quite finished waxing poetic about immigration, because he says, “I’ll tell you who it is always causin’ trouble.”

Fuck me. 

Just in time, he shovels the chips into a fresh polystyrene tray and tongs two battered sausage out the warmer. 

“It’s never your lot. It’s them damn p-” 

“Salt and vinegar, pal?” Richie interrupts, loudly, shooting the guy a stern look. The guy nods, sheepish. 

“Aye, yeah, go on.” 

Richie wraps his food in silence, thrusts it at him without so much as a thanks. He takes it with a curt nod, pops a guilty 50p in their tip jar before he scarpers. 

Richie blows a big raspberry up at the browning drop tile, eyeing the grease-spotted flaga Polski that’s currently tacked there to hide a missing bit. Fortunately and unfortunately, it’s been quite the twat barometer. 

He scoffs, fishing the 50p back out. As if he’s taking a penny of that degenerate’s money. Blood money. 

“Neil Geoff,” he yells through the back, where dickhead in question is cleaning the rumbler. “You want half a quid?”

“Eh?”

Fak pokes his fat head through the strip curtain. 

“Here,” he says, handing him the silver coin with no explanation, and Fak’s face lights up like the fucking castle at Christmas. Richie ruffles Fak’s hair under his greasy cap. “Don’t spend it all at once, ye dafty.”

[xamaxenta]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! <33333 (if u wanna, no pressure!)

‼️💕💕 thank you for the ask quin lets see if i have three fun facts to share

1. I have extremely good estimation skills, 95% of the time I can accurately calculate the amount of time it will take to do something, an activity or a chore or how much/quantity of a thing is i enjoy thinking about how long stuff takes ? Its not planning just a game i play like huh this could take 25 minutes and it does and its rly satisfying

2. Im great at cooking, i like following recipes perfectly the first time and then if my gf and i liked it the second time i make the same dish ill experiment with it and tweak what we thought could be changed about it, but i have one weakness, i cant make bechamel sauce i did it once successfully and tbh never again lol

3. Broke both my arms in quick succession as a kid, left arm first and within a week of that cast coming off i broke my right wrist 👍🏽 saw the same doctor for both and he was like fr? You missed me that much and now im like haha marcoace au… obvs Ace is an adult tho and not a kid

[daisychainsandbowties]

falling over things,,, trippingow fuck my shin, sprinting to ao3 to read chap 5 for some good soup 😭

🥹🥣 have fun! star wars au is (and will continue to be) a little weird🫠 but i hope you like it 🥺💕

[mlm-blues]

hi! for the Arospec Ask Game: 1, 5 & 18

1. what’s your favorite part of being arospec?

mm i think it makes me feel free in a way? it gives me answers as to why i never get romantic feelings for anyone and it takes away that societal pressure of NEEDING to have a romantic partner to be happy because i know im probably not going to get that 🙏🏽

5. favourite pride flag, arospec or not

aroallo flag ^^ and some of the transmasc flags like the rainbow-ish one and that blue-grey one, theyre cool

18. favourite arospec meme?

gahh i dont know i cant think of any off the top of my head ☹️

[fireflylitsky]

O and K for the fic-askss ! <33

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

Characters first usually. Since I like to write rarepairs I have to frankenstein together some flimsy excuse for a plot just to facilitate these characters even meeting. I'm like David Bowie in Labyrinth just flipping shit all bonkers upside down and hoozy wazzles which way trying to make two characters kiss that never even met in canon.

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Geez, probably my KakuHida oneshot that's just Hidan losing his mind in that damn hole, then dying. Naturally, for maximum angst, his death is from Kakuzu's perspective, who has signed away his afterlife to become a reaper, just so he can be the one to collect this soul.

[hartigays]

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story? 🩷🤍

yes!! i have before and it was a lot of fun, i’d love to do it again <3

get to know your fic writer!

[palajae]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

oooo okay!!

i’ve been on a glacier before (if you can you need to go to alaska and do this it’s incredible)

i’m super in skincare/haircare/makeup

ily you guys 🫶🫶🫶

[cepheusgalaxy]

🩹 and 📻 for the ask

I'm gonna do this with Kaiki! :)

(from this ask game)

🩹 - a song with your whumpee's vibes

Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. I'm not really sure why, thought.

📻 - a song your whump OC loves/would love listening to

Photograph by Ed Sheeran. It's in most of his playlists.

[thelonelyshore-if]

I was wondering if we can have a post for MC where everything that is canon about them can be listed? I like to make really detailed outlines for my MCs (for the ifs I really like).

Ooooh sure!! I assume you're looking for like...the canon facts about MC? I absolutely can do that.!

MC is 25 years old. They're 3 years older than Willow, who is 22.

They grew up visiting their family's lake cabin every summer until they were 14-15, and typically ended up watching Willow while there.

They're a strong swimmer/at least can handle themself confidently in the water, even if they're totally non-athletic otherwise.

MC has a natural affinity for magic. Even mundane MCs (though it's buried deeper in that case lol). It simply didn't express itself fully until they were in a place where magic is unquestionably real.

I try to leave MC's characterization as open as I can for y'all, but there are two traits in my mind that are canon about them (or, at least, I keep in mind while I write):

One, MC is naturally curious. To me, even MCs who want nothing to do with Easthaven's mysteries and are desperate to escape still can't help but be a little curious. Even if they don't pursue it.

Two, MC doesn't take Willow seriously. Not fully, not even MCs who are best friends with them. This especially I'm intentional about. It can range from a slightly patronizing "oh, that's just how Willow is" to full on hatred, "Willow is a fuck-up and I'm the only one who sees it". It's not even meant to be actively malicious, more like...to MC, Willow will always be the little kid who followed them around like a lost puppy, no matter how old they get.

[lavampira]

ockiss25 — my d'alia + @hythlodaes' emile

[ragnarokhound]

hey honeybuns how was your day?

I think we’re missing a really good angle for werewolf jaytim here. Imagine Tim knows Jason is a werewolf, they’re buddies, etc etc

But then Ra’s (or any other villain) starts sending Tim fanmail/trying to seduce him over to the dark side/being generally evil and or creepy. Queue Jason going all dog territorial on Tim, from following him around to everything short of peeing on him to mark his territory. Then (important to plot and character development) they have dirty dirty werewolf sex xoxo luv u

Hey buttercup, it's been pretty good actually! Making progress on my jaytim exchange fic 😤 how about you, any crazy work stories

And ohohoho HELL yes. I live for that kind of possessive shit lmao Ra's or Riddler or whoever starts sending Tim little things either as Tim or as Red Robin, and Jason immediately going into hyper vigilant guard dog mode about it is just. Chef kiss to me

He gets an ornate package in the mail that's just a single glimmering green-pommeled knife and a note that reads "happy anniversary, detective" on like. The day Tim lost his spleen or blew up Ra's bases, take your pick - and cue Tim's one man (wolf?) bodyguard detail. Even better if Jason gets his friends (ie Roy and Kori or Artemis and Bizarro) to help Deal With the Threat while he does the very vitally important task of being next to Tim At All Times, Just In Case

Comedic spin on this is Tim being utterly exasperated with this behavior (yet charmed, unfortunately) and spending more energy on dodging Jason than Ra's lmao, so when he DOES finally get kidnapped or whatever, he's like 'oh thank God, alone time'

When Jason finally finds him, all cute and snarly and panicking, Tim's like 'hey babe, thanks for coming, but we need to have a serious discussion about boundaries' and Jason whimpers ('not right this second obviously, we can cuddle or whatever wolfy, calming down thing you need to do first. Wow, you were really worried, huh? I'm okay, I swear, haha--mmf! ...mmm.')

[vani-ash]

...what if they kissed?

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hello !!! Good night !!!! 💞💕🥰🥰💕💞💞 Rae darling !!!! I came back once again

Just imagine how different scenarios of peppering Jason's face with kisses could be

How once at a gala, in the far corner of the room, was Jason, lazily sitting on a fancy chair, (like those spots just made for idle chatting) and you sitting on the armrest, legs hanging off as you held his face kissing every spot you can, smearing his face with red marks of your lipstick.

When Jason hears a faint click from the lurking paparazzi and nosy reporters, he knows its your direction, and he can almost picture your incredulous face reading the news about the gala the next day, when a perfect shot of you and Jason together while the lines begins on the relationship of the second son of Bruce Wayne and how him and his partner seem to show up once in a blue moon.

Another would be when Jason was away for a long mission, calming, almost boring days. Though you didnt dare complain, but it felt a bit lonely, hearing no either hearty or soft laughs from your boyfriend, having the bed all to yourself and actually having to measure how much you cook, since Jason is not there to devour the banquet he's graced to almost every night.

When your day has reached an end, you settle into bed, quietly replaying your memories with Jason, hearing his voice in your head to help you fall asleep, and eventually you do.

When morning comes, you barely make the effort of waking up, feeling a little bit warmer and heavier than usual. You roll to your side, barely making it halfway before your eyes caught the minimum sight of Jason, and it feels as if he just charged you up instantly, even though he is completely blacked out.

Without thinking twice, you jump onto him, nuzzling into him, squeezing him in your arms and kissing all over his face. Naturally, he'd become alarmed with the sudden attack, hands finding their way to your waist as he lets out a lazy, tired laugh and tries to gently pull you away so he could see you. Though, you didnt falter, clinging onto him tighter, as if he wasnt even real right there beside you, and Jason doesnt say anything in return. He doesnt complain. He tells himself that this is definitely not a bad way to be waken up.

ufurh3uwuwh i could come up with so many of those ANYWAY this is just to end the day tomorrow ill come back again with something cooking up 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️💞💞💞💕💕💕💕

Hi nonnie!! This is so sweet! Literally had me grinning from ear to ear. He deserves to be peppered in kisses and get all of the hugs in the world fr. Ahhh, I can so see him doing that tired, happy laugh because it's just so nice to finally see you again.

[reegis]

No no, please keep talking about your oc’s. It’s incredibly entertaining and you are not spamming about them in the slightest! (also always more Brian!!!!!)

[nameforthemain]

ayyyy goodmorninggg <3

can she like stop being so pretty 😩. alexia in a beanie, i am a sucker for it. fun fact this was almost my pfp

good morningggggg <3 haha she is so pretty, I feel this would be an ideal pic/pose for her to model clothes but then that puffy coat takes away from it a bit 🤭

still, I might be convinced for blonde hair Alexia yet-

[palajae]

all the references to the first ep of ohshc in heeseung’s part is so good #lovedit

YES you caught on im so glad 🤩🤩