#why tf aren’t any of those tags

[onstar9]

Don’t you hate it when you’re long time rival that goes against all of your moral views starts looking a little too good

[solar4seekstron]

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TF1!Orion Pax x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TF1!D-16 One-shot

Introduction Movies/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 18+, Switch Reader, Bottom Orion, Switch D-16

TW/Tags: Not much really, Orion being a silly bean, D being a total babygirl, fluff, couple smut scenes, established relationship between D and Orion cute sparklings.

Notes: Hehe reader is a little taller then the two :3 Because Reader is Gender Neutral the way the GN characters work is they have both a valve and spike. Also don’t lie we all know in tf smut valveplug the femmes and mechs have spikes and valves so why not GN Cybertronians.

It was like any other day for the miners of Iacon. Cybertronians coming in and out on the train. Late shifts are constant to get enough energon for the entire city itself.

Just like any other Cybertronian, you were no different when it came to overworking yourself.

Always pulling an old nighter, while your best friend Elita took the lead to keep things in check. It was an honest balance you preferred. So it’s less stressful while also making sure you and the others continue to eat as much as you need to.

You’ve been working for as long as you can remember.

But you started to take note of two Cybertronians a little short then you. Always looking at you when they think you won’t notice.

Orion Pax and D-16.

While Elita wasn’t a big fan of the two. You didn’t mind the chaotic duo when they were around. Always looked forward to knowing why D was choking out Orion before a shift.

Making sure to greet them with a smile.

You aren’t shy to admit that you have a bit of a crush on the two. At least just to yourself.

But after continuing to stop yourself from confessing your feelings towards them. It was eventually too late when the two announced they were dating.

Believing you lost your chance. Or so you thought.

It’s been a few days since the two got together. Of course, the two haven’t changed once. One day you were making sure the others were boarding onto the train.

D was ahead since Elita wished to speak to him about Orion's behavior.

She made sure to keep you out of it though, since you always stood up for them.

When the train was about to leave, once taking a single step onto the train. You then heard Orion calling your name while being chased by some survivors.

You could only roll your optics and watch as he got closer.

Grabbing him by the cervo and pulling him onto the train on time while the guards only slammed in the train doors.

You had Orion wrapped around in your arms while his face plate was squished into your chest.

You let out a chuckle while the others paid no mind. You were on your back while Orion was on top of you.

Letting your arms go to not be around him anymore. Slowly Orion placed his cervos against the floor next to you and lifted himself.

Looking at you with a smile. “Wow, thanks Y/N. Almost got caught back there.” You let out a soft hum when you responded. “No problem.”

You both just kinda stared at each other for a moment. After a minute you spoke.

“If D catches you he’ll do worse than those guards would’ve.”

Orion was pulled out of his little trance and finally got up while not hurting you.

Stumbling his words while getting up along with watching you get up yourself. “Oh yeah of course uhh sorry. Where is D anyway?” He asked looking around.

You crossed your arms. “Getting scolded by Elita since you decided to give her that scare yesterday.”

”Oh-“ Orion looked surprised and looked as if he felt bad.

You let out a deep chuckle. “Just don’t mess with Elita as much anymore. That boyfriend of yours will end up killing you before any guards of Iacon will. And I won’t be able to always save you. Not even from D-16 if it comes to it you know.”

Orion rubbed the back of his helm with his left cervo while the other went on his hip.

You placed one of your cervos on his shoulder while giving him a small smile before speaking once more. “You better give him a real good apology after the shift. Ya know.”

You and Orion both chuckled once the train got into the mines.

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It’s been 3 weeks since your little hang-out with Orion on the train. The two remained the same. Just Orion got a little smarter since then.

But you can’t help but always feel optics on you. Theirs.

This made you think for a good while. Only to come to a conclusion that made your spark start to race.

Primus could they know about your crush????

Ever since then, you tried to keep your distance to make things less awkward. But Primus you swear those two are trying to always talk to you. During a very late shift, you got on the train after everyone else.

It cart of the train was a lot more quiet. You noticed this. As soon as you realize it was just you in the last one-

You got a little sad.

You stood there holding the hangers connected to the ceiling while the train started to move. You looked out the window. That is until two certain bots appeared behind you.

Having got into the same part of the train when you weren’t looking.

From behind, the two optics open. Letting the light from their optics light up a little.

The two would glance at each other. Seeming to try to communicate with their body language. Orion had a smile on his dermas as he gestured to you while D just looked annoyed with a frown. You just let out an annoyed sigh while your other cervo went to be on your hip.

Seeing the two reflections from the window while the train was still in the mines before getting out. Another long ride.

You then finally speak.

“Alright, alright. I’ll make this easier for you both. Yes, I have a crush on you both. You can drop it now.” The two just stared at you with wide optics before glancing at each other and then back at you.

The room is silent for a moment. Orion was about to speak but D beat him to it. “You have a crush on us?!” You optics then going wide.

You then turn around because of his question.

You tried to find your words. “Uhhh did I say crush? I mean-“ Orion then interrupted you. “That’s great! Makes this a whole lot easier!” You just stared at him along with D. D. then let out a sigh.

You then asked. “Wait, isn’t that why you’re here with me on the train?”

You look at the two as the two look up at you. Orion then speaks. “Nope. We’re here to ask you out!” The train was silent once more.

You just stare at him as Orion continues to have his usual smile.

D then spoke when he realized you were still confused. “We have been watching you and honestly we realized we both want you as much as we want each other. You’re an incredible bot who always took care of us and we were well wondering. If you’d be our Conjunx? We really, really like you.”

He seemed nervous. Something you had never seen before with D. You then looked at Orion. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it. So what do ya say?”

You thought for a moment. Soon letting out a sigh when and went to sit on the train. The two walk over and sit next to you on both sides. You finally speaking.

“Sure, I’d love to be both of your Conjunx.”

The two looked at each other with smiles. The two then leaned a bit closer to you to try to kiss you. Only to be stopped when they felt your cervo against their dermas stopping them.

The two optics open and look back at you when you let out a deep chuckle as the train soon comes to a stop.

”Your courtship can start tomorrow. Try your best to impress me yeah?” You stood and walked to the doors that opened. Leaving the two stunned for a moment.

You turned your helm a bit to look at them.

Giving them a little wink before fully walking out the two. Following a bit after before the train would turn off for the night.

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And so the two started their courtship with you. Gifts and everything.

The other miners would always give glances confused that the two mechs would wanna date someone taller. Poly relationships were common for both cog and cogless Cybertronians in Iacon.

For Orion, it was already a surprise that he was able to get with D. But to get someone as strong and hard-working as you.

That was an even bigger surprise.

As for D, honestly many thought because of his quiet nature and temper.

Then others might have a harder time to get along with him.

Many miners were proven wrong on the day you became the twos Conjunx.

Elita tried to make it clear to you that she won’t stop treating the two the same that she always has. But you made it clear after trapping her against the wall with you in front of her.

You making it clear to her that they’re your responsibility. And you’ve only been holding back when arm wrestling.

Life was great after that.

You and D always trying to keep and save Orion out of trouble. You and Orion always listening to D when he talks about his totally not crush Megatronus.

And sometimes when you guys didn’t have shifts. You three made sure to save up enough to have a great date together. Sometimes doing 2 on 2 dates to keep things a little interesting.

And mostly just to spoil the one who didn’t go on the date.

One day, when a date between the three of you went so well. Let’s just say the three of you got pretty excited when the thought of having a sparkling came up.

And so. You three got to work.

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You were lying on your back. Not paying much mind to the hard metal beneath you.

Currently lying on top of a tall abandoned tower. Soft sighs and moans escape your dermas. The sunlight only set down through the cracks of the surface above the city.

The city growing quiet in the very far distance.

Your optics closed, legs shaking and cervos gently gripping at the fragile metal above you.

Your moans and grunts soon blocked by a soft kiss from Orion. His kiss with you was soft and full of passion. Your legs against the front of his arms along with going over his shoulders for a better angle.

Your valve clenching around Orion's spike nice and tightly.

His frame remains above yours. Cervos tightly gripping the side of your waist. Your kiss soon turning into something more. Dermas departs as glossa starts dancing together.

Hearing both your moans and dermas connecting. Hearing Ds own grunts and deep moans in the background from behind Orion.

D on his knees while his spike is well squeezed in Orion's valve. His thrust a little harder and rougher smelling his hips roughly against Orion's aft.

This makes Orion's thrust forcefully harsher against your now sensitive valve.

D holding Orion by the back of his neck, the other by his waist as he gets closer to his climax. Your cervos continue to hold Orion's waist.

One of your cervos behind is covered a little by Ds own. The interfacing becoming more rough thanks to D. Who seemed to be really into filling Orion up with his cum.

Soon his thrust gets faster and harder to handle. Both you and Orion's moans grow louder and louder into the kiss.

D continuously thrusting his hips at a rough paste. Your frame moves back and forth against the floor harshly. The sound of metal is heard.

Loudly. You slowly opened your optics.

Only got a few glimpses of D who seemed to be concentrating during the interface.

His optics closed and dermas parted. His moans seem to never end.

Your view is mostly filled with Orion. His optics are closed while his moans are silent by the kiss. Your cervo that was under Ds moved to hold the back of Orion's helm.

Keeping his helm close to continue the heated kiss. You three stay in the same position for a few more moments.

Feeling yourself shiver from a strong feeling in your abdomen. Before you realize it. You felt yourself finally released for the 1st time. Then Orions own in your valve not long after.

Both you and Orion staring at each other's optics while D seems to be slowing down.

Before letting out a final strained moan. Finally having is released in Orion. Orion glanced behind to look at D while trying to catch his breath.

This was your first time. Though you doubt it was their first time. The three of you continue for a few more rounds after that.

Safe to say your back needed a really good polish before you guys could think about returning to the other miners. And D definitely went overboard on the both of you.

Now it was only a matter of time. And you were honestly excited to see what the future held in store for the three of you.

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One day, after it’s been a couple of months. You were currently having an alone time on an abandoned tower close to the mountains towards the surface. Alone time is something you enjoy often. But not much.

Looking over the city while the sunset. D and Orion currently having their own little date at the moment.

You took in the view, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Your cervo over your stomach. After another moment, you let out a soft sigh. The silence was soon interrupted when Orion kicked the door for the roof of the building open.

His precious voice booming with cheer and excitement. “Great News!”

You responded casually. Both he and D walked towards you after D closed the door behind him. “Hey, sweetspark. Guessing the date went well?”

You turn around as he and D get closer. Orion hugged you as soon as he was close enough. You leaned down a little once he leaned back a bit.

You gently held him as his dermas soon connected with yours.

D only hears both of your kisses as he gets closer. We won’t admit it but he got a bit jealous. Like he always does.

You and Orion pulled from the kiss, creating only a little bit of distance as you both stared at each other. Orion then speaks, forgetting what he was about to tell you then.

“The date was great, but we sure missed you.” You let out a soft chuckle.

D then cleared his throat catching both of your attention. You and Orion both looking at him. D then raised his optics ridge with a frown on his dermas as he looked at Orion.

Orion the getting a bit nervous noticing Ds anger.

You thought he was upset he wasn’t getting attention. So you walked over to D while Orion glanced to the side nervous yet excited a bit.

You leaned down a bit while you spoke before giving D a kiss too.

“You have a good date, Sweetspark.” You both then share a loving kiss before he can respond. His cervos holding your waist. Your own going to his hips. Once you both pulled from the kiss Orion finally spoke.

”Well, me and D have some very exciting news.” You stood a bit straighter once you responded. “Oh? And what’s that?”

You felt D grip at your waist for a moment analog with Orion glancing at D then back at you with a large grin. You were a little more confused until he finally spoke with a cheer in his tone.

”D IS WITH SPARKLING!!!!” He boomed.

You were completely stunned. Staring at him with wide optics before looking back at D who just had a nervous smile on his dermas. You then said with joy in your voice.

“D that’s amazing! Finally with sparkling!”

You three chuckled while Orion got closer. The three of you in a group hug. Smiles on each of your faces. You stood a little straighter before speaking then.

”Well I was hoping to wait till after your date tonight. But I too have some news.”

The two stared at you curiously. “I too am with sparkling.” The two expressions soon lighten up as they both cheer. Both you and D are now with sparkling.

Unsure who’s the sire of the sparklings.

But time will only tell. For now. It was time to celebrate the day you and D became with sparkling.

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A few months went by. Orion never came up with sparkling. So he did have to deal with two of his sparkmates suffering from having mood swings. And while you were a bit calmer but still had your moments.

D was worser.

One time you had to hold him back from hitting Orion. Who was currently hiding behind Jazz and Prowl. Who honestly looked worried.

This carried on for a good while.

Seems like everything was taking a while. But you’re sure it’s just the hormones. Dents starting to appear around your waist. Showing the sparkling in you growing. The same thing happening to D.

As time passed, one day while Orion was busy working.

You and D cuddling on the bench as you both watched a wrestling show. Your spark started to shine a bright blue.

Oh boy.

Let's just say D wasn’t very calm the entire time while you both rushed to the med bay. Hours went by since. Man, the entire birth was painful as hell.

But D stayed by your side the entire time.

Eventually, Orion was able to get there during it. He then gets to D and your side. Holding your cervo along with his while you kept trying to give birth. An hour went by. And she was finally here.

When you opened your optics D and Orion had tears in their optics.

When you finally calmed down and became more awake. Orion comforting you while D remained by your side. Soon the nurse came in with your sparkling wrapped up.

Orion helped you sit up so you’ll be able to hold her.

Orion kissing the side of your helm to comfort you. While D remained close with a smile on his dermas.

Once she was in your arms. You were blown away. She was beautiful. A perfect mix of you and Orion. Most of all having Orion's blue helmet. Now you know Orions of the Sire.

Her optics were closed but her intake was open as she breathed.

You, D, and Orion stared at her for a minute. She finally opening her optics. A bright green. Just like yours.

Soon showing her bright smile that looked so much like Orions. You swear her smile is going to be contagious for the rest of her life. Her smile was enough for Orion, D, and yourself to smile even wider.

She’s perfect. It was only a matter of time until D had your next sparkling.

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Well, the next sparkling came a couple of weeks later. The sparkling was a bit late but still, he came to the world healthy. You remained by Ds side while Elita took care of your sparkling back with the miners.

Orion of course was working again. But of course, he made sure to make it for D.

And before you knew it along with who would’ve thought. The sparkling is a young and healthy girl who’s another perfect mix of D and Orion.

Orion had a large grin on his dermas when he realized he was also the sire. You just chuckled as tears fell down your cheeks. The three of you stared down at the little sparkling.

She had Ds helmet and chest plate while in Orion's colors. Her optics bright blue like Ds. After D was checked out the three of you were hit with the realization. It was time for you and D to create the final sibling.

Something Orion was pretty sad about. Since he knew what that meant.

And so one day when you all had a shift off. Orion was left with the other miners to take care of his two sparklings. Who were pretty big sparklings. You and D making it to the tower spot.

Once there, lets just say D got a little too excited about being a top again.

“So what position do you feel like doing babe? Laying down? Doggy style? OH! Or my fav. Wall.” You’d let out a deep chuckle as you walked up next to him. “Wall sounds good to me.”

You said as you both stood next to the wall outside on the roof. He had a large grin and started to stretch his arms.

He then said casually while also trying to impress. “I have been working out really hard. So no need to worry bout being dropped.” He continued while you came up behind him.

Only to startle him when you pinned him against the wall. Facing the wall while his back’s towards you.

D letting out a surprised yelp as you spoke at the same time.

”Oh, I’m too worried. Because given you handle birth better than me. It only makes sense you be the one carrying the sparkling again. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Your cervo lifted back a little and gave his aft a good slap. Making his frame flinch a little.

”Now now baby come on I’m the one on top-“

You give another slap to his aft to shush him. He then hears your panel click open. Your spike rests well against his lower back while your frame almost fully covers him.

You then hear D make a gulp sound while he tries to glance back at you. You had your usual sweet smile on your dermas while you stared down at him.

”I better be hearing a click soon. Or else I’ll have to tease you as punishment.”

You teased. Only to hear the clock of his panel very soon. One of your cervos moving from his waist to over his stomach from his front. It sliding down to press your digits against the folds of his valve.

Making him moan and shiver. He was already soaking.

You soon got on your knees, your cervo returning to hold his waist. Before sitting on your aft. He stood between your legs until you moved him along with you to be just above your spike.

Gently placing you on and sliding your spike through his folds. He let out a loud moan.

Continueing until his aft finally meets your hips. Your cervos sliding to grip his hips. You continue to sit up. Leaning forward a little to kiss his shoulder and the back of his neck.

Gently whispering shh shh next to his audio sensors.

His valve trying to adjust to your spike which was a little larger than his own.

After a few moments, D eventually gave the nod. Trying to form his words as he glanced back at you. “Promise you won’t be too rough?”

You let out a deep chuckle and kissed the side of his helm. Pulling his frame against your own as you keep holding your hips. With your strength. You moved his frame up and down nicely on your spike.

His own cervos pressed against your arms.

Moving him up and down nice and slow. You know he hates it when things are slow.

You can tell he was becoming impatient. His legs shaking while he continued to glance back at you. Your smile never has gone away. D then struggled with his words a little. Wanting just a little bit of control.

“Please….please…just a little more control…”

You can see the desperation in his optics. You can never say no to that face. And so slowing down the paste. You let him go for a moment. He lifted himself up and turned around.

Getting back on your lap, letting his spike slide right back in.

Your cervos returned to his hips with him now facing you. His arms move around your neck. A small smile on both of your dermas. Look into each other's optics before starting a soft make-out session.

His knees against the floor to help him start moving up and down on your spike. You both moan in the kiss with your optics closed. Your arms move around his waist to hold him close. Soon, to no one's surprise.

He soon started to take control while you were in the moment.

He was fast to push you back. Him on top and his hips moving faster on your spike.

Both of your moans get louder and D gets faster. You soon felt that strong feeling in your lower abdomen. This was going to be a long night.

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A couple of hours later, after a good few rounds. D was nice and full with your load. He was currently sitting up.

Still on your hips while your cervos were gripping his thighs, you both took a moment to gather yourself. All out of stamina and cum leaking from Ds valve.

D finally spoke after a few moments, he finally spoke. “I will be too sore to take care of the sparklings. Will your?”

He asked without finishing.

”Yes, of course sweetspark. And Orion will keep up his sire's duties. And if he doesn’t.”

”I’ll turn into a shovel. And Beat him.” He finished. Causing you both to chuckle as you slowly sit up. You both share a kiss once more. Enjoying the moment together a little while longer.

A few months went by. D was with sparkling. Your sparkling of course. You made sure to take good care of D along with Orion. Your two current sparkling always either sleeping or eating energon.

And so the days went. Your sparkling with D was born. He was a perfect mix of both you and D.

He had your frame plates and D colors. His Optics were yellow like Ds.

Your family with your two Conjunx was complete. And you couldn’t be any happier.

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Your and Orion's sparkling is a healthy girl. With green optics and Orion's frame plates and your colors. She’s a bit more of a quiet type.

And is the most well-mannered and easiest sparkling for you three. Not to mention strong and taller. Always loved cuddles and being held. Mostly by D for some reason. Her name is (Name)

Ds and Orions sparkling a healthy girl. With bright blue optics and Ds frame plates and Orion's colors. Has a lot of her carrier anger issues.

Loves to cause trouble and start fights when she sees the chance. Is also very strong and can be chill at times. When they ate enough. Her name is (Name).

Your and D sparkling is a healthy boy. With your frame plates and Ds colors. Bright yellow optics. The only boy with his older siblings.

Like the oldest he’s quiet but he’s no different from his 2nd oldest sibling.

He was a troublemaker. But a lot smarter about it and when the sparklings were older. He ended up being taller like the oldest.

The middle is the shortest. Which only caused her to have even more anger issues.

Oh boy this one was a bit hard. Hope this was worth the wait!!!!! Really had fun writing this one!!!!!

As always a repost is appreciated and I’ll see you guys in the next post!!!!

[neutron-stars-collision]

The thing is, something like a 100 million people have watched the show between official streams and piracy, right? And out of all those people, something like 2,000 ended up shippers across the various platforms, and that's maybe a generous estimate. They're a loud but extremely small minority. It's maybe 100-200 here. All of us saw the same WT and didn't see these supposed soulmates, we saw costars who get along really well, that's it, and that's lovely in its own right. The shipping is clearly fulfilling a need for specific individuals who have had certain experiences, it's not a universal thing by any means. I don't know why these people continue to come into our inboxes assuming we're in the same boat as them or trying to convince us of something we don't see (*whispers* because it isn't there).

No idea. Seriously. And they are so very loud at that. It’s like you can’t go into Luke’s tag (probably Nic’s too) or even Polin without encountering some weird shit.

And what annoys me so much is that the tone is often like: We all saw- No, we didn’t. We didn’t all see the same thing. Because as you mentioned what I saw was two coworkers who clearly like each other (platonically), are possibly close friends and are having fun throughout this strange experience. That’s it. We didn’t see soulmates, lovers or whatever tf you all imply sometimes.

So it would all be more bearable if the shippers didn’t get up in our faces like that on the daily. And if those that had been disappointed with the fact that Nic and Luke aren’t who they expected them to be (prefect and in love), would just shut up and leave those two alone. Instead of spewing hate, coming up with stupid theories and denying what is rather obvious.

[elainsgirl]

those eluciens really cant help themselves with the victim complex, can they?

honest to god it seems like they can’t.

Fyi - this was my post:

From this alone - you tell me. Is it clear the type of boy moms I was referring too? The ones that place their sons on a pedestal and are horrible to the wives/partners. In any part of my post - am I comparing Eluciens to abusive people? No.

For ME - I see similarities. This isn’t about being an elriel, just being an Elain stan - I constantly see eluciens saying how lucien deserves better, elain will never be good enough for their baby lulu etc. That is MY experience.

From this - You have one elucien who made an entire post…yet:

So..they literally didnt even read my post hence had no idea what Im talking or referring to. Ok.

Then - pls refer back to the SS of my post, another elucien said this:

To anyone whose reading this: Can you pls point out where tf have I shamed moms? Can you point out where I said, “Oh if you like Lucien over Az - you’re a boy mom!” The fact that it was about how some of them treated Elain yet they made it about Az vs Lucien when that wasn’t even the point or topic of discussion. Says enough.

“Harass” - so me replying to an ask I was sent on MY blog, answering the ask in MY post - tagging it correctly = harassment? Its so stupid and just goes to show the type of people they are bcs how are you genuinely sitting there LYING about what I said so confidently? Thats just embarrassing for them. And the other eluciens jumping onto that bandwagon instead of being mature and actually understanding the point of my OG post. They’re telling me to “stop putting negativity into the fandom” but choosing to purposely lie about someone elses post so you can antagonise people against them is normal? Ok? Thats spreading positivity? Creating an entire post - when you yourself did not even READ my post - just to complain causing yourself and many others to miss the point and instead call me names is, again? Doing what? Don’t be like eluciens and want others to be nice and positive when they themselves aren’t.

eluciens not realising they’re literally toxic themselves is so hilarious. THIS is called toxic. What they’ve said and done over the past 2 days bcs of this one post is bullying. A post that once again - they chose to look at when it was never meant for them.

fyi - for those calling me a misogynist. Do they even understand the type of people they’re defending? Why on earth are you calling me misogynistic for pointing out how other mothers treat their sons’ partners disgustingly. Clearly, idk maybe do your research before saying just anything? This was a truly embarrassing moment for the eluciens,

I said this before but my only mistake is not Including the Az stans that also put down Elain to favour Az. Thats it.

Anyways, antis are doing an excellent job at making themselves the vicitims but honestly? Its all online for anyone to genuinely see whats happened. They’re not the victims. No one is.

[angelicallyresurrecting]

MORE OF A WIP INTRO POST BUT UHHH HI ALSO WOW I FINALLY MADE AN INTRO POST YAYYAYAY

half ask blog, half main blog

(don’t ask why im not making another blog im fucking lazy)

characters you get to ask:

Johnny Rocketfingers (from Johnny Rocketfingers)

Trollface/Trollge (Trollface Comics/Trollge Incidents)

Mike Holiday (Die In Style)

Narrator

Trevoristy (Block Tales OC)

Henry (Detriment OC)

Zomboy (Detriment)

Zeus (Block Tales OC)

MR. Fortune

and that’s all

TAGS FOR EACH CHARACTER

J: “ a johnny’s work is never done.. “

TF: “ the answered ask incident “

M: “ i’ll laugh at the face of death. haha. “

N: “ you’ve been answered by uh- god! i guess. not really “

T: “ hm? got something to ask, mate? “

H: “ blah blah LETS BEAT THESE PUNKS ALREADY! “

Z: “ and just so ya know I AIN’T A ZOMBIE! “ HN: “ what now? “ MF: “ yes yes i know you love me! “ ZE: “ merely.. only nerds talk like that! “

ROLEPLAY TAGS

HN: “ you’re at my mercy! oh wait I don’t have any. you’re at my nothing! “

N: “ it’s nice out. “ H: “ heh. you’re interesting pal. “

Z: “ weird. you’re not like the others aren’t cha? “

M: “ what do you want. “

J: “ sup guy extraordinaire. “ T: “ mhm. yeah. “

TF: “ how you doing buddy? “ ZE: “ you don’t wanna swordfight with me? then what could you possibly want? “

MF: “ casinos closed— darling. “

WHAT I WILL POST SOMETIMES:

art

random bullshit

memes

WHAT ASKS CAN YOU GIVE?

anything sfw tbh. idk care about gorey violent stuff and whatnot but please don’t be a creep.

LORE FOR EACH OC

Zomboy: uhhhh idk yet.

Henry: He’s the player. of Detriment. Well obviously not the canon one but an OC to fill the gap.

Narrator/Nari: Lab made living blackhole multiversal traveller who’s wanted. Mike’s her brother! Trevoristy: The ghost of a pirate captain- oh wait he’s still a pirate captain. Can be seen late at night, if you seen a ghostly green ship you’ll be fine just don’t try to raid the ship.

Zeus: Greatest sword fighter in the Banlands! Also the most insufferable with the biggest ego.

MF: casino owner. yeah i didnt plan any lore for him yet mb

OC IMAGES/REFS: i don’t have those yet. oops

take these doodles (and a random ass image of henry that isn’t even art, and the in roblox versions.)

TREVORISTY:

NARI:

Zomboy:

HENRY:

ZEUS:

MR. FORTUNE:

[ashsostrange]

it’s stand on business o’clock, cz i know y’all sick gw*les & p*nkflower shippers + delulu gwen stans ain’t try to run my girl bree (@breeandhermunches) off her blog… you got me all the way fucked up and ima tag this in ALL the categories. you can’t do anything about it 🤣 if you’re upset, then scroll ho. if you know i’m not talking about you, then have a great day! 🫶 if the shoe fits, then wear it.

i’m getting disrespectful. ima return the energy you hoes dished out n you better take it like some mf champs. y’all wanted to fuck around so now you gotta hear my mouth and find out. read it ‘n weep. clearing you bitches gives me life.

such a shame we’re back here, but y’all are mad, mad miserable. like, i’ve never seen a fandom so chronically online. are you even trying to mask the fact that you rarely step outside anymore…? 😬

let me making it so very clear why i’m making this post in the first place, bc y’all seem to struggle with my main concerns never clicking in your heads.

y’all have the time to sit in somebody’s inbox and complain about their hatred towards fictional ships, meanwhile the people y’all complain about stay on their pages and mind their business? 🤨 those people being US. ion recall none of us going directly to YOUR pages to hate on punkflower and gwiles. if we hate, it’s on our pages. i don’t go looking for a mf fight, that’s mad childish. y’all were riding bree’s dick like crazy. at this point, her hate for gwiles must keep y’all up at night. talk to a therapist about that. it’s not healthy. i’m gna address ALL the bs y’all be on.

so now that you know why i’m posting this, let me set few things straight for y’all.

“don’t use the ship tag to hate! 🤬🤬” the day you copyright and trademark the tag, present me with an official “tumblr etiquette” rule book or, show me proof that you own tumblr is the day i’ll stop. ima do wtv i want whenever i want, please get that thru ya hollow ass heads. y’all aren’t entitled to anything. not respect, not no damn “common courtesy,” ESPECIALLY not over dysfunctional ships/fictional characters 🤣 i don’t owe you SHIT.

some of were y’all tryna go back and forth with me at the grown ass age of TWENTY. over GWILES. a sixteen yr old vs a twenty yr old, see your life 😂😂 it’s truly alarming. go get employed. if you alr are, then call your manager and pick up some more shifts bc you clearly ain’t doing enough. if college graduation rates begin to decline, i know exactly who to come to. everything’s going up and even tho you should be standing on some mf business so you can afford the cost of living, you’re arguing with teenagers online instead. a lot of you have too much free time.

“you posted this publicly under the tag, you can’t expect people not to want to argue” yes i can! block me and scroll. we don’t have to argue. i don’t remember starting an argument? i was never on your pages. i only reblog shit when it appears on my dash. like i said, i’m not searching far n wide for no damn fight. ���‍♀️ nobody told y’all to bitch, whine, and reblog mine or bree’s shit. your issue is that you have no self control. you don’t know when to hold yourself tf back, so you feel obligated to reply. god forbid someone has a differing opinion. my post was never even about the flaws in miles and gwen’s relationship. i was talking about how it is disappointing to see miles’ story be reduced to a love story. unfortunately, y’all forgot to put your glasses on beforehand and read “i hate gwiles.” yes, i hate gwiles!!! but that was not the point of my post. y’all are either illiterate or trying to let off some serious steam. i’m not having any of it. maybe y’all are upset i called you delusional, but you’ve effortlessly proven my point.

this is the internet. you have the tools to avoid seeing what me n bree hv to say, so why are you throwing a tantrum like a goddamn child instead of utilizing them?? you’re not special. the world doesn’t revolve around you and what you want. people are dying n you’re worried about a hate post under a ship tag?? mind you, that was the one and only “hate post” i’ve EVER put under that fuckass tag 😭 bree will make one post about gwiles, and y’all are the ones who’ll drag it out, then call her “obsessed.”we’re doomed bc y’all are doomed.

the white mfs complaining ab the term “snow bunny”… jesus 🤦‍♀️ ts didn’t even mean what you think it meant in the first place. it was originally used to refer to female skiers. some of y’all swear up, down, n all around that being “racist” to white people is the same as racism towards black people, and it’s not. let’s use “snow bunny” and the n-word as examples:

snow bunny had an alternative use before it was used to refer to white people. there’s no significant history behind it at all, unless you count tiktok as history. the n word has always been the n word. it’s always been derogatory, and anyone will a brain would know it’s mad history behind the word. it roots in deep hatred. people continue to use this word to belittle those who are black, or use it lightly around their friends nd behind closed doors as if it’s a common cuss word. y’all’s experiences with “racism” are nowhere near comparable to the experiences black people have BEEN facing and will be facing for fucking ever. white people have and always will be seen as the superior race, therefore, you face minimal to no “racism” outside of the internet, and i’d do anything to be able to say that. don’t even @ me talking about “🥹🥹 that doesn’t make racism against white people oka—“ i don’t care. at all. drink some water. you’ll be fine.

“you guys hate women!!!” “y’all hate gwen bc she’s white!!” like, you sound so fkn dumb nd all i can do is sit and stare at you.

me nd bree are black girls. people from EVERY race and EVERY ethnicity hate black people and EVERYONE hates black girls. hell, not even black men like us. why on god’s green mf earth would we ever want sb else to feel that way??

yk what y’all need to do? y’all need to quit whining and accept the fact that bree doesn’t like gwen because of what she did to miles. it’s as simple as that. stop trying to complicate things bc you so desperately want to deem her and other people who hate gwen “racists” or “misogynists.” no. i fw gwen heavy, nd me and bree are able to coexist bc neither of us are fucking delusional and regularly touch grass 🤷‍♀️ same thing with all my other mutuals.

meanwhile, you hoes get your panties in a twist when sb calls gwen a snow bunny as if she’s a sentient being who’s going to cry over ts, like, no. your feelings are hurt? take a fucking walk! nobody has to like her.

and punkflower, oh my god 😐 i’ve never been homophobic and i never will be. i’m literally queer. i’m not about that friendly fire before y’all try and call me homophobic. my thing is, if hobie was originally supposed to be a nineteen year old, n now his age is unconfirmed, why in the hell would we go and age him down to sixteen?? all y’all wna do is ship that man with miles or write smut about him. some of y’all wanna do both!! you change his age when it’s convenient to you. if you don’t see an issue with that, then i can’t help you. you’re weird. until i hear otherwise from one of the directors, he’s 19.

ghostflower or gwiles 🙃 the reason y y’all are sobbing or wtv. i thought y’all were exaggerating when you said gwiles was your religion, but it’s looking like i was very incorrect. real talk, ion like that fuckass ship. i don’t have to and neither does anybody else. just like you lames do with gwen, you dig deep in your ass for every problematic reason possible. “you have a racial bias!!!” “you hate interracial relationships!!” the fuck?? 😭 do you cunts read what you write before you post it?? “they’re more obsessed with gwiles than we are” “they must be in love with ghostflower & gwen”

…huh? covid really set some of y’all back tremendously because it seems a concerning amount of you lack critical thinking skills. in reality, just like hating gwen, the reason we dislike gwen and miles together is SO very simple. it all boils down to the fact that gwen did miles dirt. and i’ve made a separate post, i’ve talked about why they would never work imo. when i present y’all with my logical reasoning, you dgaf! so the only thing you can do now is shut the hell up, unclench, and cope. since you wna get in your feelings bout it, fuck gwiles, n fuck you too.

y’all even got some of your own people agreeing w me, props to y’all btw 👏 it’s never you i’m talking about.

i hate that y’all made it this deep bc it didn’t need to be. this is a fucking movie. none of this is real, yet you continue to harass me and bree like we murdered your immediate + extended family + the family dog that had cancer. i find myself hoping that one day y’all will realize how dumb you sound, but then i remember some of you niggas are already grown, so it’s looking quite improbable.

and also, don’t b up in my reblogs chattin’ it up about shit i’ve explicitly stated that idc about. i won’t repeat myself because you can’t read. if this post hasn’t shown you i don’t give even half of a fuck about you or your feelings regarding ANYTHING at this point in time, then i don’t really know what will 🤷‍♀️

if i made you mad, go ahead nd suck it up fa me. we won’t be going toe to toe and debating on MY blog because you’ll be actively wasting your own time, as i am not willing to hear anyone out. it’s been that way from the start and it won’t change. if you send an anon message or any type of inbox w some bs then it’ll sit there until the end of time or be swiftly deleted. if you reblog this post trying to invalidate anything i just addressed, i won’t even give you the time of day, bc i said everything that needed to said. i was very articulate and extremely clear. know that i can’t and won’t be swayed in the slightest. we’d just go back and forth until you decide to shut your mouth or block me. so block me now. ian the one.

if you don’t get it, then you don’t fucking get it, but what y’all aren’t gna do is treat people the way y’all were treating bree just because she hates two ships + gwen stacy. you complain about how the fandom sucks like you’re not the same people who make being in fandoms in unenjoyable.

you usually have to go to a therapist and pay for reality checks. luckily for y’all, i gave you one for free! you needed to be humbled and i happily did the humbling. lil piece of advice: stop trying to force people to gaf if they clearly do not. block and move on with your life. you gon get tired one day. leave me, bree, n anyone else you bother tf alone. spend your energy trying to change people’s minds on REAL ISSUES that actually matter, not fucking spider-man.

whew, ANYWAY… i hope i never have to speak bout this again. act right in the near future n i won’t have to “invade your tags” with long paragraphs in which i set you fools straight, thank yewww! 🫶

god bless!! 💗

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (Luck)

Here is a scene from an early chapter of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting hopefully by Friday 7/28.

Zadash was fucking boring.

Otis had only been in town for a month, but they were running out of things to do. Half the city was off limits because it would piss off Cree’s boss. There weren’t really any rivals against the Myriad because they had gotten that good at killing (or selling) off the competition. Breaking and entering lost the novelty after a while. No one to spy on who was interesting. The city didn’t use the Victory Pit for most of the year, and with the war, it had been abandoned completely. Zoran’s nose for underground fighting rings wasn’t any good because those losers all insisted on fair fights, and what was the fun in that?

Boring.

Shadycreek Run was fun. There was always some insane bullshit going on. An Uttolot beast got loose and wreaked havoc maybe. Brawls breaking loose for any reason anywhere. Raids between the Mardoons and the Jagentoths. Gangs imploding when it turns out one of the leaders was an Empire plant. And if it didn’t happen organically, Otis could help out a bit by loosening some locks, fucking with people’s thoughts, spreading rumors, planting some forgeries or stolen seals or whatever. But the halfling didn’t know enough about the power players in Zadash for that kind of shenanigans, and the low-risk stuff lost their appeal.

Fortunately, Tyffial had finally arrived, which meant that they could get on the road to Nicodranas. Unfortunately, Cree had to handle some bullshit because her boss might get mad at her for leaving, and Tyffial immediately found an excuse to dress up and threaten people. The women had both prohibited Otis and Zoran from tagging along, so they had to wait for however long that was going to take.

There hadn’t been much to do except tail Zoran through the Pentamarket while he picked up supplies for his new two-handed maul, hanging from his belt. The weapon was larger than Otis, grooves into the sides shaped like a grate—perfect for triggering a rite with a shallow wound on skin rather than carving in deep with spikes, plus the intimidation factor. It looked ridiculous otherwise, but most people had no reason to know why that design would be useful, so it mostly just attracted confused looks if anyone paid any mind. Maybe it could be used to shave mammoths or something. Zoran would probably refuse to test that.

But anyway, those errands were handled quickly and the two agreed to get drinks at the Song and Supper and wait at the bar after dumping their things upstairs. It was loud enough that they didn’t need to talk, so Zoran could zone out and drink, and Otis could people watch and look for ways to cause trouble. The only real concern was that someone from the Claret Orders would recognize either of them, but it wasn’t that likely after so much time had gone by. Sure, there was a chance because the Orders frequented the inn, but things always seemed to go Otis’s way when they stayed there. The halfling sure as hells never told the Tombtakers that; they were each their own flavor of superstitious, and they each judged the rest for that shit, so they all just silently tolerated it.

Hopefully, the Tombtakers could get going before dark. If not, Otis had plans for messing with the temples for the Night of Asc—

A high, raspy voice cut in, “You’re Zoran Spiritseer, aren’t you?”

“Wot’s it to you?” Zoran countered before looking. Otis looked over out of the corner of their eye: on Zoran’s other side stood a tall, muscular white dragonborn with blue eyes, wearing boring clothes and leather armor. Despite the generic appearance, there were several scars along her hands. No weird veins. Clean, sturdy armor. No Raven Queen markers like feathers or masks. No weapons, but that didn’t mean much. Either a profaned soul or a ghostslayer, then, but if she recognized Zoran and knew his clan nickname, probably the latter.

Fuck. Maybe it hadn’t been so lucky to visit this time since Zoran had made a reputation for himself at the Orders. Otis kept their mouth shut and pretended not to care. The two might have looked like they had just happened to sit next to each other.

The dragonborn sat on the stool next to Zoran. Otis could barely hear her. “Not here on business, friend, but I remembered you from a job a few years back. A friendly warning, from one hunter to another: bounties have been posted for our trade.”

“Tch, s’old news, ‘friend,’” Zoran replied with some bite. Otis stifled a snicker. The goliath hated the Orders more than the rest of them combined, so it was impressive that he was being so polite. There were maybe a handful of people he tolerated from there, and the Tombtakers were a majority of that category. Then again, Cree and Tyffial would be pissed if he started a brawl here.

“It’s been around a while, sure, but they’re still collecting,” the dragonborn replied. “Whoever it is, they’re not only after those in the… organization. Whether they’re after someone specific or just want bodies, they’re taking any victims they can find.” She leaned in, whispering, “And they know about this meeting spot.”

Oh, this was interesting. Otis rolled a copper piece in their hand, muttered an incantation, and tapped Zoran with their free hand. Another layer of voices suddenly filled Otis’s mind, mostly violent, gnashing whispers from the shadows and in-between places, but one sounding just the dragonborn.

He’s not even listening, is he? Stubborn as always.

“Ain’t worried,” Zoran scoffed, taking a drink. “But ‘ow d’ya know they’re onto this place?”

Paranoid, too. Small favors.

“A few friends went missing after their hunts, and all of them had stayed here on the way to the keep,” she answered before a pause. “We’ve stopped using this place already, but I’ve been trying to bait them, and now I saw you. Figured you could use a heads up.”

Otis saw flickers of images as if through a taller person’s eyes. People, mostly human or elven, wearing draping cloaks to cover their clothes; sitting in dark corners, watching tavern folk; walking the streets after lone mercenaries in armor; brawling in alleys, sewers, back paths, all ending quickly and in bloodshed. Then one of those groups sitting together in the Song and Supper, then on the streets, then one looking in Otis’s direction from a gate. Lastly, a party of three humans—strange black lines tattooed on their arms—talking with others and then collecting a body onto a covered cart.

The halfling pulled back out of the visions, then glanced up at the bottles on the bar. No groups of three in the reflections. No one with those tattoos. Otis resisted the temptation to touch their daggers. So, those bounties really were serious if blood hunters were getting nabbed in Empire cities. Were they evading the Crownsguard, or were the authorities in on it? Regardless, the Tombtakers needed to get a move on, then. They could handle trouble, but that sort of distraction was going to be a waste of time when they already had a chase to start.

“Sure,” Zoran eventually replied, still dismissive. “Send my thanks along to ‘em jackasses that posted you ‘ere.”

Zoran Lughead, more like. Gods.

The dragonborn growled a sigh, “Listen, I don’t care why you left or what you’re up to, but this has been happening more and more as word of the payday spreads. Whoever’s doing this, fuck them. I don’t want them getting any more of us. So, if you’re staying in town, I recommend staying elsewhere, and if you’re leaving, leave under cover of night.”

Please, just save yourself. Fuck’s sake.

“Aye, I’ll keep it in mind,” Zoran replied casually as he slapped a gold on the bar and stood up. “‘Ave a drink on me.” He shoulder-checked her as he passed and walked up the stairs without another word. She snorted, but just watched him go.

Damnit. Well, I tried.

Otis stayed behind, slowly savoring their liquor. Their hands itched to move. The dragonborn shook her head, pocketed the coin, and walked off. The halfling tracked her in the reflections of the bottles, watching her take a seat at a table with a gnome, but by then, the whispers had receded. She looked frustrated, but nothing notable otherwise. After waiting a few minutes, Otis headed upstairs and into their room.

“Wot’d you get?” Zoran asked as soon as the door was closed. The goliath sat at the table, his maul already at his side.

“Nothin’ shady from her,” Otis answered rapidly as they fetched their crossbow and started checking it over in case they’d get into a skirmish. “She was serious about it. Picked her brain, saw groups tracking blood hunters in Zadash, but they got their targets before she could stop it. One might’ve spotted her. The people collectin’ the bodies got weird tattoos with black patterns on their arms.”

Zoran growled, “Seen that markin’ a few times in the capital. Them types work for the Assembly, but fuck if I know wot they do. Never seen it in the Run?” Oh, it was exciting to think about a fight with the Assembly, but it’d be more fun once Lucien was back.

Otis shook their head, but didn’t look up. “Not like those. Gang tattoos, sure, tribes’ stuff and all that, but these ones were… fancy? Too clean. Kinda like arcane symbols.”

“Aye, that sounds like wot I saw,” Zoran grumbled. “Don’t like this business, but we’re fuckin’ off to the coast soon anyway. Maybe it’ll blow over by the time we get back.”

“Maybe hide that thing,” Otis suggested as they looked over. “If they know what blood hunters can do, they’ve got an idea of what kinda weapons to look out for.” They pointed at the hook on their crossbow.

Zoran side-eyed his maul, then grunted and fished out some cloth from his pack. By the time he wrapped it up, there was a brief rap at the door—the two of them shifting their weapons to ready positions—before it opened, Tyffial and Cree striding in.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Tyffial sassed as she walked over, placed a bundle of papers on the table, and took a seat. For whatever reason, she was still dressed like a lady, even when she moved like a fighter.

“Is something wrong?” Cree asked as she closed the door.

“Someone from the Orders warned us that bounty hunters have this place staked,” Otis answered with a grin. As annoying as it was, it was still exciting to get everyone riled up, and seeing the new frowns on those two felt good.

Oh, a mood was coming on. Good timing, yes, yes.

“Wonderful,” Tyffial sighed as she reached into her pack nearby and pulled out a few glasses and two bottles of who-knows-what.

“We should leave soon, then,” Cree added. “I must attend one last meeting for the Gentleman this evening, then pick up some supplies. After that, I am free to go.”

“Said we should leave af’er dark,” Zoran noted, looking at the bottles with suspicion. He’d made the mistake of raiding Tyffial’s stash exactly once. “Not that I trust the Orders any, but s’good advice if we’ve been spotted.”

“Tonight, then,” Cree agreed. “The sun sets early as it is.”

“I’ll make my check-in brief, in that case,” Tyffial commented as she poured three glasses from one bottle, then a fourth from the other. “It won’t take me long, less time than Cree, I suspect. I already arranged for horses on my way back, so Zoran and Otis can meet us outside the gates.” She kept the fourth for herself and nudged the others away, glancing at Zoran. “It’s whiskey for you lightweights, don’t worry.”

Zoran sneered at her, but took the glass. Otis cackled and grabbed the other two, handing one off to Cree before they knocked the whole glass back. It burned good, it did.

“Thank you,” Cree replied. “It will be good to get away from this city for a while with all this mess.” She took a sip.

Tyffial took a shot of whatever her drink was, exhaled in satisfaction, then loudly set the glass on the table. “Now that that’s all settled, let’s discuss: why the fuck do the Somnovem want us to bring Lucien back as an undead?”

Otis snickered instinctively at Tyffial’s bluntness (by the Voice, they had missed it), Cree nearly choked on her whiskey, and Zoran just barked a laugh. Leave it to the soulless bitch to stab right to the heart of the matter. Cree coughed once to catch her breath and force the drink down.

“Well?” Tyffial prodded sharply. “Why are we summoning Lucien as a ghost? We can just kill the thief ourselves. I’ve got poisons. Zoran can call in favors with his Myriad assassin buddies. Otis has…” Otis cackled, and Tyffial shook her head as she continued, “creepy bullshit. Hells, Cree, your employer has connections, too. Why are we going through the trouble?”

“Aye, don’t like this ghost bollocks,” Zoran muttered. The goliath had been in town for all of a week and his mood turned sour every time undeath came up. Cree had been getting tired of his arguments, but Tyffial had missed all that drama.

Cree sighed heavily before she answered, “The Somnovem instructed me to summon Lucien so that he could kill the thief. There was— there was little time for them to explain with the spell that I used to communicate with them. So they used that time to pass that instruction and teach me how to summon him.”

Tyffial scoffed, “He has to do it personally? When the thief has been using Lucien’s blood magic that is particularly effective against undead?”

“It is not ideal.” Cree nodded in exasperation.

“Why not ask them again, then?” Tyffial pressed. “Maybe they needed to be clearer.”

“Oh, shit, well, we’d have more potions this time, Cree,” Otis blurted out with a half-mad laugh.

Tyffial narrowed her eyes at Cree in inquiry, and even Zoran raised a brow. Oops. Apparently, Cree hadn’t told them what happened.

Cree glared at Otis (what? It was her own fault for not telling them earlier) before adding, “Without the Nonagon filtering such contact, it is… a challenge to speak to the Somnovem. Damaging. It is not something to risk lightly, especially because none of you are healers or capable of reviving me.”

“Revival?” Tyffial noted flatly. “It nearly killed you?”

“You shoulda seen it!” Otis barked. “Blood everywhere, buncha screaming, and the—” Cree clamped a hand over Otis’s face and forced their jaw shut, using the tips of her claws as emphasis. Tyffial’s face contorted to agitation. Zoran shook his head and looked down at his drink, already deciding not to bother with a fight.

“Attempting to connect to the minds of the Somnovem without the Nonagon’s blessings was foolish,” Cree said definitively. “I knew the risks, but I had to do it to understand how to bring Lucien back. I learned what I needed, and I am still here. The Somnovem are not at fault for my decisions, and I will not risk it again just because the answer was not what we wanted to hear. So the details are moot.” She gave one more glare at Otis as a warning.

The vein on Tyffial’s left temple pulsed as she set her jaw, but she nodded. Zoran nodded without looking at them because he knew damn well both women would do as they pleased. Otis was tempted to lick Cree’s hand since she hadn’t released them yet, but she was the boss for now, so that kind of sass would have to wait until Lucien was back.

“Anyway, Tyffial, you found records at the Archive?” Cree asked tiredly. She let Otis go, and the halfling bit at the air and laughed quietly. Cree rolled her eyes. Oh, this trip was going to be so fun, so fun. Tyffial nodded and quickly sorted through the pages on the table, handing off stacks to each. Zoran scowled at his pile, small as it was.

Otis flipped through their stack. It was notes about a member of the Cobalt Soul, mostly a disciplinary record. It didn’t take long to go through once Otis caught the pattern: brawls, sneaking out of the monastery, sneaking in drugs, mouthing off to superiors. It kind of reminded Otis of the trouble they and Lucien used to get into at the Orders. Good times, good times!

But there were only a few important bits. Beauregard Lionett was also a member of the Nein, permitted to travel with the group by an expositor with an indecipherable signature. Didn’t even have to check in, which would make her tough to track. She was originally from Kamordah, had decent marks for research skills, but everything else was boring. Maybe she’d visit home at some point, but there was no direct route there from Nicodranas, so it didn’t matter for now, nope. One of their sneaky sneaks, basically, supposed to be sniffing out corruption or whatever. That was a laugh, especially from the Soul. The Orders had been paying off some of their leaders to keep stuff quiet for decades, and Otis had no doubt others were doing the same.

It’s only corruption when other people do it, of course, of course!

“So, which one of ‘em’s the thief?” Zoran asked before finishing off his glass, not having looked at a single page.

“Mollymauk Tealeaf,” Cree answered, slightly bewildered as she looked over a page. Otis peeked; a list of names with notes in the margin reading “Victory Pit,” something about a carnival, and “Knights of” some gibberish. “How did he come up with a name like that? Even Lucien wouldn’t try something that inane.”

Zoran snorted and shook his head, then froze after a moment, then looked at Cree, asking, “Wot?” The goliath was not very bright, but Otis had not expected a name stump him like that.

“The thief’s name is ‘Mol-ly-mauk Tea-leaf,’” Cree repeated slowly to enunciate. “As I said, it’s ridiculous.”

Zoran turned to Tyffial, who returned a sharp smirk. They stared at each other for several seconds, then both burst into a laughing fit.

“What? Is it that amusing?” Cree asked in surprise as she looked up from her papers. Otis shared her confusion. Sure, sure, it was a silly name, but it was weird that both Zoran and Tyffial equally thought something was funny. And it didn’t seem like their type of humor either; no blood or guts or torture or poison or nothing.

“That is absolutely a name Lucien would make up, if he were the thief,” Tyffial concluded as she calmed her laugh.

“I’unno, that one’s pretty bad,” Otis chimed in. Lucien came up with all sorts of obvious cover names just to show off that he would get away with it. As far as Otis could recall, none were quite as bizarre as this one, no.

“A mollymawk is a bird,” Tyffial explained with a wry grin. “There’s a mess of a sailing story about them, but the point is that it’s bad luck to kill them. It’s good luck if you see them and let them be.”

“Aye,” Zoran agreed, still chuckling. “And ‘tealeaf’ is an insult. It means ‘thief.’”

Tyffial nodded. “So his name means, ‘It’s bad luck to kill this thief. Leave me alone.’” The two erupted into laughter again while Otis and Cree looked at each other incredulously. Cree shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She was going to get sick of this so quick if she was already tired. Maybe living in Zadash had softened her up.

“Bad luck’s not that big a deal, right, right?” Otis prodded. “Still balances in our favor between me and Lucien.”

Tyffial guffawed and shook her head. “How do you figure that?”

Otis snickered and gave a wide smile. “We’re lucky.”

[peachiiringss]

thanks for the tag @megkuna <333

last song? “my kind of woman” by mac demarco

favorite color? i am not mentally okay about the color pink. it’s, like, an unhealthy chunk of my personality. #ffc3da if anyone was curious

currently watching? i’m not watching much of anything since both jjk and kny are between seasons… haikyuu doesn’t count bc i’ve seen that show so many times it’s not even funny. i am watching death note though, and i watch mob psycho 100 when i remember that it exists and i like it

last movie? monty python and the search for the holy grail. i love that movie its so stupid smh

sweet//spicy//savory? sweet ANY day, but i can’t eat too many sweet things at once. this is why i only visit your mom once a week.

relationship status? one of my mutuals proposed to me a while ago, so i guess i’m engaged??? (in all seriousness though, i’m unfortunately single. womp womp)

current obsession? toji fushiguro’s double-d, capital-t Tits

last thing googled? how to make a cardboard cutout… i’m torn on which character to choose for it but it’s probably gonna end up being toji because i’m unhealthily obsessed with his slutty waist

no pressure tags~! sorry to those who aren’t my mutuals and are like “who tf is this loser???”, feel free to ignore this @moldyfoxboi @sillypilled-friendcel @itadoricest @uriekukistan @stonefruitfae @eikosieiko

Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Oh well! Thanks to @theladyofshalott1989for the tag!

Last Song? Mamas Gun by Glass Animals. For a reason: I used it for my own answer to my thestral question (find it here ................pls click, I beg you💀)

Favorite Color? ouuffffff.... wine red, sunny yellow (its sometimes yellow, sometimes more orange - I like both), bright indigo, petrol,...

Currently watching? Lets Plays of Indie horror games, Adventures, Sims & Inzoi and ofc the old Harry Potter movies - always

Last Movie? "Hände weg von Mississipi" (Childmovie, i am not so much in Movies tbh...except Harry Potter! - Always

Sweet/ Spicy/ Savoury? Um…I like food that doesn't look and taste so complicated…so…yes and no?

Relationship Status A few nice people, poly & platonic and one person (also poly) who is my most close

Current Obsession Hogwarts (Legacy), Horses, DnD (Humblewood), Kingdom Come Deliverance (Tw: blood and absolutely heteronormative..), InZoi

Last thing you googled? sunny yellow examples🐱

Tag 9 people you want to know better I choose you:

@noelles-legacy / @cesqdarque / @siropdeconcombre @the-chaotic-scilla-aster / @kiwiplaetzchen / @artebris @jeongyunhoed / @heyitszev / @mrs-sharp

[halfblood-princes-crown]

I was doing some reflecting and I’m noticing a lot of things in the Harry Potter fandom and one of them is the fact that we lack the proper communication we need to retain peace within the community as a whole.

This whole fandom is divided…Snape stans vs Marauders stans and Remadora vs Wolfstar and Romione vs Dramione…etc. etc. and each side tries to justify why their side is better or “right” (most of the points I make are geared towards the two groups I mostly see and interact with but I’m sure it could be used for the others as well)

This ofc causes conflict between people. This is where “evidence” starts being presented. When presenting evidence, one side always seems to forget certain things:

The movies aren’t canon

If JKR said it, then it’s canon…it’s her universe whether we like her or not

HCs are just that…headcaons

Fanfics aren’t canon

And when these things are brought up, there’s always an excuse or the arguments start shifting off topic. When debating with someone about something, make sure it’s canon. Another thing that happens is that people start stating things that are IMPLIED and while I personally believe that there’s nothing wrong with that, if you state that something is “implied” but in canon it’s debunked or canonically impossible/inaccurate, then there’s no leg to stand on when it comes to using it in a debate.

Another thing I noticed wrong with communication is pride. People don’t like to admit they’re wrong when the opposing side makes a valid argument or debunks something they said, but the minute your own side speaks up and admits the same thing the other side said, then it’s “yea I can see that” and “yea you’re probably right” and “ok yea that makes sense”. This is another reason why what could be friendly debates always turns into arguments, because it’s frustrating when you’re giving actual facts and the other person is saying it’s not true or start using HCs solely because it doesn’t fit their narratives or they have too much pride to admit they were wrong about this specific thing.

The next thing is moral righteousness and disrespect. This is one of the most disrespectful fandoms Ive been in…body shaming, victim blaming, harassment, death threats, assault minimizing, trauma reduction, comparing trauma, misogyny/sexism, offensive remarks…etc. etc. It’s gotta stop.

Disliking a character is fine but making fun of their physical traits is gross, especially considering people with those same physical traits are going to see your remark and possibly gain a new insecurity if it wasn’t one already…stop. You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing.

Stop victim blaming…”well this character shouldn’t have done that” and “well maybe if they did this then that wouldn’t have happened” do these things sound familiar to you? That’s because they’re used in real life against victims of many things…stop. You can’t pretend to care about victims of any kind when you use arguments made specifically to be used against them.

Stop harassing people who have different opinions than you…if you wanna hop in an inbox and ask their opinions on something or why they like what they like then go for it, but to go as far as to go on someone else’s post or blog and start being disrespectful is as pathetic as it can get…the only reason you do it is because it makes you feel good because you think you’re better than whoever has an opposing opinion than you…you’re not…in fact that makes you lesser of a good person. Another thing is, when the person you’re harassing gets fed up and cusses you tf out, don’t play victim…You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing. On this topic, when it comes to incorrectly tagged posts, I want us to start approaching it differently…instead of jumping into a fight, why don’t we ask questions…questions without being rude and sarcastic preferably…but I still don’t encourage incorrect tagging

Death threats…same thing…you pile of shit. We are talking about a fictional universe…go take a damn nap…You cannot hate a character for being a bully when you do the same thing.

Stop minimizing or praising assault. Idc if you hate the victim, idc if you love the character that committed it…stop. I shouldn’t have to explain why that’s bullshit but then again I shouldn’t have to explain a lot of the things I’m explaining.

Stop reducing a characters trauma to mere inconvenience or as an excuse for the character to act shitty…now with that being said…trauma can cause a person to act out in many different ways, especially a person who never got the help they needed…so using trauma to EXPLAIN a person’s behavior is different from using it to EXCUSE a person’s behavior…learn the difference. Just because you don’t like a character doesn’t mean you have to ignore or erase things they’ve been through.

Comparing…stop comparing trauma…that’s so dumb, not everyone responds to trauma the same way, so stop with the “well this character also went through that and they didn’t turn out like this other character” stfu…respectfully.

Misogyny/Sexism…bro…I’m looking at a very specific part of the fandom, I’m sure you know who you are..it’s not all of you..but it’s enough to be disturbing. You can hc a character to be gay without saying they’re physically repulsed by a woman’s anatomy. You can ship two male characters without shitting on the woman one of them is with in canon, especially given that she did nothing wrong, and by shitting on, I specifically mean calling them misogynistic names and stuff…calm down pls

Last but not least: offensive remarks…STOP COMPARING DEs TO N@ZIS…STOP COMPARING MUDBLOOD TO REAL LIFE SLURS….stop. This fandom has been asked to stop doing these things for years and you still do it. I don’t want to hear the excuse “well Rowling said DEs were“ idc…when a group collectively says “hey stop doing this, we find it offensive” there is no ifs, buts, or whats…you stop doing it…and while I’m on this topic I would like to say for the millionth time: Mudblood is not racist..it has nothing to do with race…it’s an attack on parentage and status…which is classism.

And I know people are going to (somehow) take this post negatively, and all I have to say about that is a hit dog is gonna holler…but I actually think if we take a minute to actually think about these things, this fandom would be a lot more pleasurable to be in. You don’t have to stop hating whatever characters you hate, but just because I like characters you don’t, doesn’t mean we have to be enemies.

[theteasetwrites]

My stance on the spin-off/Caryl/Norman Reedus/Melissa McBride/AMC drama in the TWD fan base rn:

Disclaimer: I know no one asked, but I feel like since I’m marginally involved in the TWD fandom on here I should put in my two cents for posterity. This will probably be the only thing I say about it because I don’t want to flood my dash and also because I don’t want to get eaten alive, tho I know my followers probably won’t do that because they’re all rational people. Unless someone sends an ask or a reply this is all I’m sayin’. Also this is all just my perspective, and opinions are like assholes, as we say. Potentially controversial opinions below the cut.

It’s just a show. They’re just characters. Played by real people.

If people are that upset about Caryl probably not being canon (because let’s be real, that’s what they’re upset about; they just want to see Caryl become a thing, and it’s mostly Carylers who are upset), write/read fanfiction. Pour your energy into creativity instead of harassing actors or producers or whatever because all that’s gonna do is make people not want to invest in TWD anymore at all.

And no, I’m not a Norman simp. I don’t worship the ground he walks on. He’s a human being/public figure who I don’t know and will never, ever know. I don’t want to marry him or whatever tf people are saying about people who are condemning the actions of certain aggressive Carylers. I simply think it’s incredibly weird and pathetic to attack any of the real life people involved in the show or to spew weird conspiracy theories since we don’t know them. We don’t work on the show and we don’t know shit.

If you’re causing drama over Melissa’s decision to exit the spin-off (the circumstances of which we do not know, plain and simple), then you are actively creating a toxic, unenjoyable space in a community of fans who are just into zombies and shit. It’s not that deep. Stop making it deep, please. Yeah, it sucks if you were looking forward to the spin-off with Daryl and Carol (I was, too), but at the end of the day, it’s fiction. Write your own stuff and you may be surprised at the world you create beyond the limits of the show. This is why fanfic exists. Does it suck? Yeah, but keep it to yourself if you’re that pressed about it. Caryl isn’t happening in canon, hasn’t been happening for a long time. Sorry to say that, but most ships aren’t canon, and that’s literally just how it is.

Genuinely sorry to the non-toxic, non-extremist people who shipped Caryl, but I’m sure they realized that it wasn’t happening anyway, and probably just move on with their lives like normal people. Those of you who are being aggressive about it, shame on you.

I’m not tagging this as caryl because I would prefer my life not to end prematurely. Thanks for reading if you did. Have a nice day and be respectful.

[dollslayer]

The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

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7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn’t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

[joshstambourine]

Greta Van Fleet as Dad's

Haven't been able to un-see this idea since it showed up on my dash and uggggh. I couldn't get over how cute all of this was.

For this imagine, I'm sort of picturing them with younger children, anywhere from 3-5 years old as they are all still crazy young hehe. Also. All of these imagines work with any gender of child. It's all sorta just what I imagine them having and being like in general 🖤

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart

JOSH

Josh is such an interesting guy. He is both so deeply smart... but also at the same time he is the equivalent of a conversation between my last two brain cells.

The sheer amount of energy this man has means he'll not only keep up with a kid but also tire them tf out.

There would always be so much screaming and laughing in the house.

Lots of games of tag and the floor is lava

No matter what he has, son or daughter --- there will be so much dancing. Josh would be the kind of dad who loves to hold his kid and just dance around the house with them.

Not to mention all of the goofy songs they would be singing together.

I can see Josh conversing with his kids like adults even when they are little. Meaning there will be some very serious conversations about very silly things. Potato chips can make you a fly? On it. The floor is both lava and also the arctic? Josh is ready to hear all about how that's possible. There aren't mermaids but there are human sharks? Josh needs to know where he can find them asap.

I can very easily imagine him dressed up and sitting at a table that is far too small for him with his legs crossed.

His daughter would have started by putting one necklace on him and it soon escalated to a crown, sunglasses that didn't fit, and a set of fairy wings. Surrounded by many stuffed animals and dolls.

"Mmm, this is great tea! What kind is it?"

"Grape."

He'd look at his tiny tea cup filled with apple juice. "Huh I could have sworn it was Apple. Did you change it on me?"

She would shake her head, "No daddy! We already drank the apple tea!" She'd laugh.

"What?? You drank all the apple tea without me?!" He'd exclaim, "why did you drink all the apple tea with out me?"

Josh would inch over and begin to tickle her, just loving to hear her laugh really.

"Daddy! Daddy no! You can't tickle me, I'm the princess!!"

Jake

Jake immediately strikes me as such a chill laid back dad. The kind of cool dad you'd definitely want during your teenage years.

He'd be the kind of dad to sit and watch cartoons religiously with his kid, there's no way he'd be missing them. Doesn't matter if it's cool or comedy gold, if his little one loves it they're gonna watch it together.

I think Jake would really want to teach his kid how to play guitar. It's something he's so passionate about that I think it would bring him a lot of joy if his kid had at least the knowledge of techniques and things, even if they weren't a huge fan of playing themselves.

Jake as well strikes me as someone who would be psyched about making dad jokes, of course with a straight face.

That is just a long winded way of saying that as a very young child this kid would know more about music than I do now after 20 years of living on this planet.

"What did the Buffalo say to his little boy when he dropped him off at school?"

"Bison!"

For a gender of a kid I'm split right in the middle when it comes to Jake. I think either would be equally as adorable but for this imagine I'm going with a girl to keep things even.

With a little girl I can imagine him sitting quietly as he watches her tiny hands try their best to paint his nails cleanly.

There is pink nail polish everywhere. Everything is a mess. Everything smells of chemicals. But it's fine.

"After I do your nails can I braid your hair too?" She'd eagerly ask, not looking at his hands anymore but she is still trying to paint.

"But your show is going to be on soon...! I thought we were gonna cuddle?"

"....can I braid your hair and watch my show?"

Jake would look at her seriously before smiling, moving quickly to give her a small kiss on the cheek, "of course you can, only if you give me lots of cuddles after."

"Okay daddy!"

*insert a child who is only half heartedly braiding hair while fully enthralled in their show. Head tilted on a 45° angle to see the TV with half of Jake's hair in a frizzy mangled braid.*

Sam

I really think Sam would want his kids to listen to really good music from a young age.

I mean don't get me wrong I think all of the boys would be like this... but I see him being the kind of parent that buys into the "smarter babies listened to music in important development periods"

The ultimate "my kid is so smart" kind of parent that then shows you 20 drawings that don't look like anything, but clearly they look like something to him.

All those drawings get tucked away somewhere safe so he can go back and look at them proudly as his little one grows up.

"Maybe they'll be an artist?!"

He also strikes me as a parent who wants to be really involved in teaching his kid things. ABC's? Sam's baby has them locked and loaded. Numbers 1-20? Still has trouble remembering anything with a nine but we are working on it.

Ultimate joy is achieved when Sam gets to teach his little one how to ride a bike. He feeling like its a right of passage for every kid to have with their dad.

I pictured Sam sitting with his little boy at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces sprawled all over.

"Dad, I have a joke for you." He'd say as he fiddled with a piece.

"Oh yeah? Go for it buddy." Sam would reply as he connects another edge piece.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who?"

"The Banana man!" Snickering coming from across the table, hands banging on the table and nearly knocking several pieces off the table.

Sam would laugh a long, "Y'know I've never heard that version of that joke---"

"Dad I'm not done"

"Oh I'm sorry, continue." He'd say beginning to look for a few more pieces to go together.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who...?" Sam would respond slowly, prepared for the same poorly created joke.

"TWO BANANA MEN!"

Sam would have to lay on the table. It was such a freaking terrible joke but so funny to see the amount of joy it brought the little boys features. "You have to tell that one to mom, okay?"

Danny

Danny is such a loving guy in general, I feel like parenting for him would just be so easy. Not saying that there wouldn't be troubled times--- just that he's just one of those people that were born to parent.

The very dependable parent. Always going to make time for any small thing his little one needs.

Danny is going to encourage his kid to do whatever they love with all of his being.

"You like rocks? We should get a rock polisher."

"You're right these cookies are pretty good, maybe we should get the stuff we need to bake them together."

He is going to have a series or specific book he reads to his little one until they fall asleep. Its something he would refuse to miss, they have to do their chapter! Even if he's on tour somewhere he's going to call home to make sure they can read together.

Danny is over the moon to have a little golfing buddy. As soon as this kid could walk he bought them their own set of clubs so they could play along with him. He just couldn't wait to start teaching them.

Golf time is bonding time. They'd get to walk together and talk about anything and everything.

I've been crazy torn about whether to write about him with a son or a daughter, both are equally as cute. For the sake of evenness though I decided on a boy.

"Okay so for your driver buddy you need to hold your arms waaay out." Danny would tell his son holding his arms out.

"Like this?"

"A little more."

Little eyes look to Danny curiously as his arms become fully extended from his body.

"Perfect! Make sure you stand straight, and keep your eyes on the ball." He says with his hand on the middle of the boys back, "And then you just---"

"SWING!"

Danny nearly getting clocked in the head with a golf club but leans back just in time. The satisfying ting of the little one's club hitting the ball sounds,

"DID YOU SEE HOW FAR IT WENT DAD?!"

*Insert the face Danny made when he pretended Sam's margarita's were good*

~ If anyone wants a full fic written for one of these please let me know because I will 100% write out fluffy family fics without hesitation!! ~

[unproduciblesmackdown]

i just have to start posting about it now i have No Idea what we’re supposed to get from the numbers at the end here. when prince is going “this city...” overlooking everyone who works there and everyone has a tab with One Price (many people do, anyways. winston does not, even though he’s in the following shot with the like [main people] prices) that are also all going up. why are they increasing??? i don’t know. it’s not the [how much people would personally need to have before they walk away from the job] money, even though that’s what was just discussed because taylor’s isn’t even at one hundred million and increasing from there, it’s increasing from a starting point of less than one hundred thousand. it can’t be like, itemized expenditures re: what these people have on their person at the moment, b/c it’s definitely not & that Also doesn’t make sense. i guess they’re going up to be dynamic / dramatic but what does it MEAN lmfao. and i don’t understand the [collective group Price] at the end even like. okay clearly it’s Personal Expenses again, we segue into it only after first getting the photo collage of like, cars, personal gym, travel, wine, cigars, fashion, private jets, etc. we opened the episode talking about people’s personal spending burn rates & have stayed talking about [how much money people have Personally], the conversation / argument between prince and taylor concluded with that topic, Surely that’s what’s going on. why is “clubs” a major expense for taylor?? film???? huh?? “research” for ben?? what tf is “Interiors” re: rian??? how is a hundred thousand expense assigned to “shoes” for winston, we just went over how his outfit doesn’t cost much except his glasses, is this how we learn he’s like, a collector, could even That explain i guess an annual expense of that much, supposedly. is that what this is?? the annual personal spending of everyone here??? what is going on lmfao. it’s all stylish but what does this mean. What Is This Information

okay and so relevant i’m putting it in the body of the text instead of just the tags: also those Totals do not add up to a grand total of one and a half billion; i rounded each person’s individual sum up to the next million, did the mental arithmatic, and only got to one hundred forty million which isn’t a tenth of that. so i’m not sure if any of it is meant to be specifically accurate or if it’s just “people personally have & spend money & that number can increase while they’re here” as a general Illustrated Point made here or what, where the particular words and numbers of this sequence aren’t meant to be closely perused

[spectogram]

Writer tag game time >:)

Thank u sweet @palimpsessed and @mostlymaudlin for the tags!!

Tagginggg whoever tf wants to do this and tag me 0:)

How many works do you have on AO3?

4!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

44,164

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? I’ve written for 3 and only published for 2 and the fandoms are twilight (i have a PhD in twilight tbh), teen wolf and simon snow.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Generally yes! I always read comments, but sometimes responding feels kind of overwhelming, especially when I get a really nice comment - like however I respond it’s going to be inadequate.

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

Honestly I don’t think I’ve published any fic in the last year that has an angsty ending at all, unless he count my 2 wips. Idk how to quantify angst/fluff in my own writing, bc i think those are just like elements of pretty much any story?

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I haven’t written any yet imo even though I think all my fics have some kind of reference to sex. I guess I like writing about sex and intimacy but I don’t feel very confident when it comes to writing something that’s meant to be sexy?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven’t! Me and @stillmadaboutpetra have a fic we wanna write together at some point when we have the free time. I’ve collaborated on writing projects that aren’t fics, but nothing fandom related yet.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Omg ummm. This is kind of a difficult question to answer, since I think it’s just basically whatever fics I feel like reading at the moment. For the past year it’s been snowbaz - it’s just they’re like the culmination of character archetypes and dynamics i find myself attracted to frequently, and the fact that they’re BOTH the crazy bitch, both gross weird and bloodthirsty in different ways. All time though??? Reading twilight fan fiction at 13 gave me brain damage so i guess I’m obligated to say Bella/Edward and based on the twilight references in the simon snow series i suspect i haven’t really outgrown it sadly. Idk if that’s favorite so much as like my ball and chain. Hannigram bc just who doesn’t love murderers in love, mutilating their way through the stages of courtship i ask u

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

I don’t have a lot of wips tbh, and i really try to only start writing something when i feel confident I’m going to finish it. Ill Met by Moonlight is the exception, but I also really don’t care about finishing it. I still wanna write my Satanic Panic/Jennifer’s Body femme!snowbaz AU but I’m not sure when I’ll get to it. Idk! I’m superstitious about this kind of thing so if I’ve fleshed it out enough that it’s made it to being a WIP i like to think that I WILL write it bc it’s hard enough to motivate myself to write and finish projects when I’m not second guessing it once I’m in the process of writing it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at capturing mood and atmosphere. I think I come up with really good concepts in a big picture sense, and get how to draw themes and nuance out of stories I’m writing. I think I’m good at letting my characters be complicated and weird and prickly, and not fussing over how palettable everything is to everyone.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely overload my stories with ideas. Sometimes that’s a good thing, but sometimes I’ll start with a simple idea, and it’ll balloon to the point it’s intimidating to start or finish because there’s so many things i wanna jam into it. I don’t think I’m great when it comes to dialogue and it’s one of the reasons i don’t usually write first person. Worrying too much about being smart and not having fun is like my biggest writing weakness, that’s the real roadblock though.

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

I only speak English

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Twilight is my fucking rosebud, it’s why I’m like this

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Omg ummm usually i guess whatever’s the most recent thing I’ve written. Probably offerings because i think the concept is really fun and weird and not really like other fics in this fandom — i haven’t worked on it recently though because i think it takes a lot of my brain power to write adequately and i just wanna write stupid dopey fics. I like taste of red really only because it was kind of a big personal milestone to have written 20K in a month, and actually finished something i set out to write. I like speaker seen bc it turned out exactly the way i wanted it to. I like the twilight fics i wrote tbh! It’s how i figured out i liked writing and that i COULD be a writer.

[galacticlamps]

Tagged by @the--highlanders​ ! Thanks!

How many works do you have on AO3?

13

What’s your total AO3 word count?

76,200

(oh what a nice even number - I should try to mess that up as soon as possible, shouldn’t I?)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Aw man is this intentionally worded to be really hard to answer? I get that it says ‘written’ and not ‘posted’ but then what constitutes a ‘fandom?’ I definitely wrote fics for stuff I was interested in long before I even knew the word ‘fic’ - I did it throughout my childhood, and then in high school, and while I didn’t do it as much in college, it still happened from time to time. So a lot of the books/movies/tv shows/plays/musicals I wrote things for aren’t really fandoms, and frankly, I had to check my old folder just now to even remember some of them existed. I’ll just list the ones that I know for sure had fandoms, since that’s more fun (and embarrassing), right?

Obviously Doctor Who, classic and modern, Torchwood, Sherlock Holmes (ironically more of these seem to be about the books, but yes, I will admit, some for that tv show too), Les Mis, a couple different Marvel comics & movies, Good Omens, hell, I even found a Night Vale fic in there just now.

And I know there are other older things not even in that folder, some of which never made it to a computer at all, so if I had to ballpark a number I’d probably say around 25ish but really, who knows?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Across the Gap

On the Spot

Expectations

Shards of Memories & Fragments of Glass

Itemized

(this was fun, I’d never noticed Ao3 even had a stats page until now lol)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I take a long time to do so but for the most part, I usually get around to it. The rare exception would be if I first saw the comment when I was super busy/distracted and then felt like way too much time passed before I noticed it again, that it might be awkward if I said something at that point.

I do genuinely enjoy hearing what people think, but I’m also weirdly terrified of making anyone feel like they have to reply to my comments. I know that’s probably a little strange, but it’s actually a large part of why I made this Ao3 account in the first place - my original one, from high school, is followed by some long-time friends of mine who aren’t interested in this fandom, some of whom are involved in art & writing professionally. The thought of anyone like that reading something I wrote out of friendliness or even just curiosity and potentially having to pretend they liked it for the same reasons stressed me tf out, so I like having this virtually anonymous one because I can relax knowing that anyone who reads or interacts with something I wrote has probably done so only because they wanted to, rather than feeling obligated, and there’s no pressure on them to be nice to me about it if anything I write or post annoys them - so I really hope nobody who does just know me as an anonymous blog has ever worried about offending me by not replying to something, trust me, I’m perfectly happy with it!

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

I don’t think I’ve really written any angsty endings? I guess the answer would have to be Reckless just because it involves the characters arguing about sad/weighty things and there isn’t really any solution to those issues - but even then I think I ended it with a kind of acceptance that stops it from really qualifying as angst? I also set it in the the same universe as other fics, so maybe that doesn’t even count as an ending? Am I that bad at ending things on angst? Lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Obviously none of the fics I’ve posted are crossovers but I’m trying to think now if any of my WIP’s are - I’ve definitely poached setting/premise ideas from other media, but in terms of actual crossovers . . . I’ve got a few cross-era or cross-Doctor, a few involving Torchwood, but that’s already the same universe, so the only thing that’d qualify as a true crossover would be some vague pieces of a fic where Jamie, Zoe, and Two end up on the Enterprise, since I think the 60s series of Star Trek and Dr Who feel kind of compatible, don’t they? In fact, aren’t there like officially licensed crossover comics or something? Or did I make that up? Idk, and the ideas are very loose, so it’s not much of a WIP either

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, never

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve never written smut, but I’m wondering if it’s possible that could change soon. There’s a longish multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on for a frankly embarrassing amount of time, and the plot does call for a sex scene at one point towards the end, but I can’t seem to make up my mind on how - uh, I guess the word is explicit? - it should get. I know I could easily do a fade to black/implication thing, but it’s kind of a source of contention and anxiety for the characters, so to skip over writing the actual scene and just revisit them afterwards rings of “and they slept together and now everything’s fine!” which feels kinda cheap to me - in this context, anyway - and not the right payoff for a long fic that’s otherwise more of an interpersonal drama/slightly a period piece, if I had to place it in a genre. I feel like my aversion to actually writing the scene might just be prudishness I should get over, or maybe just self-doubt, because I know I’d rather have a well-written, funny, character-development-supporting sex scene than nothing at all, but since I’ve never had any interest in writing a scene like that before, I don’t know if I can do it well, and I also don’t want to ruin a fic I’m otherwise proud of by doing it badly... ugh I have to figure this out

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I seriously doubt it

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean, it’s gotta be Two & Jamie. I’ve shipped things before with varying levels of investment, but I’ve never been able to use the term ‘otp’ in a literal sense until I came across them, and now it’s already basically gone out of fashion, go figure!

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

I’m not sure if I have one? My WIP doc is huge, but I don’t actually intend to get around to finishing everything in it, so I’d like to think that anything I’ve currently singled out to complete can actually get done.

That said, I do have a few AU’s that I don’t really plan to finish, but it might be cool if I could. Two of them are for all the main + some supporting characters of the Second Doctor’s era - one’s a modern day school teachers AU, and the other is a typical fantasy/fairy tale AU. Another is just Two/Jamie, based on Doctor Faustus (specifically the Marlowe play version) but right now there are two different versions of the ending coexisting in my head. I’ve written parts of scenes & some gen. backstory for all of those ideas, but I don’t know if I’ll ever try to finish them, or what form a finished product would even take - a series of one-shots set in the same universe? one long multi-chapter fic with some kind of overarching plot? And the amount of context/worldbuilding a big AU like these would require might not make them very appealing fics for people to read, so maybe it is better if I just keep them to myself, since in my head I already know what’s going on in those worlds lol.

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know. I haven’t had a creative writing class since middle school, and since then I’ve only ever shown creative writing to others in a fandom context, so it’s been a while since I’ve discussed it or gotten critical feedback. I suppose when I work in other arts or even academic writing contexts, people usually say I’m kind of insightful or at least detail oriented, which might just be another way of saying I overthink things, but I like to imagine I’m decent at finding little points of interest to expand upon.

What are your writing weaknesses?

If you’ve read this far I feel like you must know what I’m about to say: I do not know how to be concise.

Usually when I’m writing a fic, I put down the dialogue first on its own, leaving out the action of the scene and whatever plot/context led there, even if I’ve already figured all of that out. But then when I go to add those things in, they’re always longer than I wanted them to be. I don’t mind writing something long, but I don’t want my fics to be a slog to get through either, and there can be a point at which the stuff I’ve added for context overwhelms the stuff that I wanted the fic to be about in the first place, so it becomes a structural/proportion issue too. I haven’t completely given up on any fics because of this yet, but there’s one I’ve been struggling with for a couple months now - probably because I’m even second-guessing myself on which scenes need to be written out and which can just be referenced like a recap. Hopefully I figure that one out soon.

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

((this is karma isn’t it? i posted a fic last week with two words of gaelic in it and was worried about that and now this is karma))

In general, I don’t want to do it. I feel like you’ve gotta have a really good grasp of a language to write dialogue & speech patterns for someone who’s a native speaker, and since I’m far from fluent in any language the characters I write for are, I wouldn’t feel confident writing any significant amount of dialogue in, say, Gaelic.

As a sidenote, though, I kinda love it when other people do it, particularly for Jamie. Irish (Gaeilge) and Scottish (Gàidhlig) are both languages I’ve wanted to learn for a long time, because my family’s fresh out of living speakers of either & I think that’s a shame, but I started with Irish and at the moment I’m still very much learning it. As different as they are, it still helps me understand parts of lyrics or texts that I come across in Gàidhlig fairly frequently, so when it comes up in a fic I get to feel like I’m being responsible and practicing, and it’s great when I can actually understand what’s being said.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m gonna go with Harry Potter even though that’s probably not a perfectly accurate answer - it’s almost certainly the first thing that has a fandom that I ever wrote for, but it was in a notebook when I was a kid and never something that I even typed on a computer, much less posted online or shared with other members of a fandom. But even then, I’m sure it wasn’t the first pre-existing fictional universe I ever set an original story in, because I did that a lot when I was a kid, it’s just hard to remember those clearly or on any kind of timeline.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I’m very partial to Across the Gap, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that ranked first on the kudos thing above - but I’ve also got a soft spot for So Merrily We’ll Sing. It’s so self-indulgent it feels silly saying ‘it was so easy to write!’ but I guess having a fic that’s already just 100% headcaonons and fluff tied together by a song you really love does prevent it from being much of a labor (I also managed to refrain from making that one unnecessarily long, so that’s another win there)

tagging @terryfphanatics and anyone else who wants to do it - sorry I’m bad at remembering whose tumblr goes with whose Ao3 account, but I really would be interested to read this if anyone else feels like answering them!

[brendaonao3]

20 questions, writer’s edition!

Tagged by @kaydeefalls for this :)

20 questions, writer’s edition!

How many works do you have on AO3?

240 - but I've written and posted way more than that. Most of my Lotrips fics aren't on A03.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,213,250 - that seems like a lot to me idk but maybe it’s not

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oh God, way too many to name - I've written in a LOT of fandoms over the years - but I guess the 5 biggest ones are MCU, Lotrips, X-Men, Pacific Rim, Supernatural

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

They’re all Steve/Bucky, which isn't surprising, since the MCU is by far the biggest fandom I've ever written in:

Find My Way

Prince Charming

Off The Record

In Any Language

Highest Bidder

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Almost always, yes - it's polite, first off, and second, I appreciate everyone who takes the time to tell me what they liked about my stories

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

Ooof, that's tough - I mean, all of my DCEU fics are angsty (but that’s just because I write Bruce/Clark - thanks Bruce, you broody bastard :D) but if we’re going gut-punch ending fics, probably one of these:

Not Without You (Stucky) User Friendly (Supernatural RPF) Copy Of A... (Winter Soldier POV) Prince of Darkness (3:10 To Yuma)

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

Most of my fics have happy or hopeful endings - but if you’re looking for fics with the fluffiest endings, probably: The Prince Charming series (Stucky) The Last Boyfriend Series (Stucky)  Common Ground (TF&TF Coffeeshop AU)

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh God yes - I love me a good crossover! :D Um, probably the craziest one that’s on AO3 is Through A Glass Darkly (Supernatural/The Crow)

But if we’re talking of all time it may be Customer Service (Ianto Jones/John Winchester)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yeah, there have been a few trolls.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

HAHAHAHAHAHA - um yes. Yes I have. :D

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, and it’s so fucking stupid - fans are voracious readers across ALL KINDS of fandoms, I promise you, if you steal from another writer, you’ll get caught and it won’t end well

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and I'm humbled and grateful every time

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Quite a bit - not so much in recent years, but there was a time when I did a ton of co-writing

What’s your all time favorite ship?

That's like picking a favorite album or song or book - not possible. But if you held a gun to my head, I'd probably go with Worf/Dax, or maybe just Worf/Happiness - God knows he’s earned a soft landing somewhere

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

I never post WIPs - but there are fics I haven't finished yet that I have let fall by the wayside over the years. Sometimes I use parts of those stories in other things, sometimes I don't.

What are your writing strengths?

Character voices and dialogue, if I had to take a stab at it

What are your writing weaknesses?

Atmosphere - I am in awe of people who can do that effectively all the time, because it takes SO much work for me

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

I've done a fair amount of it, and I'm a big fan - I think it adds authenticity to a story if done right and vetted properly by a person who speaks the language

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings - although does writing self-insert band (no I’m not naming the band) fic when I was a teenager count? Because if so, then that :D

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Again, it's like picking favorite songs, but probably a toss-up between these fics:

The End of War (Black Hawk Down) Going Yard (Stucky baseball AU) The Ghosts Of Who I Used To Be (Stucky) Nowhere Man (XMFC)

Tagging...whoever wants to do it