#you're gonna see art and little snippets of the fic here and there

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Luffy (nonchalant): So, what are you? One of those incubi that are sent to trick me into falling for my darkest fantasies?

Buggy: Pfft. What? No, why?

Luffy (panicking internally): 'oh shit oh fuck'

Buggy (grinning like a smug bastard): WHY?

[gatsby-system-folks]

Emergency commissions

My friend Nev was kicked out of their parents' house last night, December 10th. My friends and I are trying to find them a safe place to go. I'm opening commissions to cover hotels, food, and hopefully (coming up this march) rent. Every shelter I've spoken with is full due to the cold weather.

I'm doing illustration, writing, poetry, editting, and worldbuilding commissions. I'm handling funds through my c-shpp for proof of payment's sake, but every cent of this money is going to Nev. $gatsbysystemfolks

Also NOT SPAMTAGGING. If you're seeing this post in a fandom tag, then you can potentially get content for that fandom here

Info below:

Illustration:

Some examples of my work

I'll also do relatively short comics. This is a snippet from my webcomic. A sketch is $10, colored sketch is $15, lineart is $10, colored lineart is $15. Shading or lighting on anything will add $10. I'm not separating character art and landscape art, both have the same rate, but something with more than 5 characters or something set in a city (or otherwise densely populated/elaborate area) will be a little more ($5 for every character above 5, and an extra $10 for an elaborate scene). Comics are the same, each page (not each panel) will be treated as a piece.

Writing:

I'll write for ocs, and from:

Homestar Runner

Rise of the tmnt

The Usagi Chronicles

Gorillaz

Good Omens

Undertale/Deltarune

Homestuck (and its affiliates, such as pesterquest or friendsim)

Venom

Moon Knight

Treasure Planet

Hellboy

Doctor Who

Our Flag Means Death

The Chronicles of Narnia

The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

The original 6 Star Wars movies

The Spiderverse series, itsv and atsv

The Davina skit from Rab C Nesbitt. (I see yall shipping Davina with Mrs. Robinson and I love yall)

If something's not on this list, you can still ask, and if I've seen whatever the media is I'll probably write it. On the other hand, if i haven't seen all of the content for the medias listed above, I'll have to do some research so it might not be the best work (ie the only reason I'm limiting this to the first 6 star wars movies is because I haven't seen any more than that)

I'll do ships between canon characters or between ocs, I'm not comfortable doing x reader content at this point. Also.. they don't have to be ships lol I also do just. Fics.

Some examples of my work:

I'm gonna keep it simple and do $20 per thousand words, but there's not a minimum word count. That's $0.02 per word lol. When you describe the fic ill give you an estimate of how many words I can do it in, and we can adjust. If the fic goes more than 150 words over the final estimate then it's flat-rate (as in the price doesn't continue to climb)

Poetry

Any subject really. I'll add examples of my work when the website I post on is fixed. Poetry is twice the price of fic

Editing:

Keep it under 5,000 words for now. $8 per hour. I'll edit fic, essays, etc.

Worldbuilding:

If you need help figuring out a magic system, how pipes connect your city, weird biological facts about your aliens, or even just where to put the castle parking lot, I can help. Same rules of fic writing and editing: if we chat worldbuilding for an hour, it'll be $8. If you want a 500 word summary of your new worlbuilding, that'll be $10. The text of the chat of course is free, you can pause your time of course, and whatever time I spend writing the summary isn't double charged. So an hour of chatting+ a 500 word summary would be $18

What I won't work with, in any format

Heavy nsfw- light is ok

Incest, pedophilia, noncon etc

Hate, bigotry, overly political work, bullying

Torture

Glorification of not good things. Depiction does not equal glorification

Case by case: real, living people. Context below.

What I won't draw, specifically:

Gore

abuse (such as beating, verbal, emotional)

Self harm

Everything is case-by-case, if something makes me uncomfortable I'm not going to do it. You may not put my work into an ai scraper of any kind. Also I'll say it again, depiction does not equal glorification.

Context on real people: I mean if you want me to just draw a picture of Margot Robbie that's most likely fine, or write about the wacky secret society that Laura Ingals and St. Patrick were running that's probably fine, or if a real living person appears in the background that's probably fine (I see you good omens fans having Crowley and Hozier hang out at a bar), but I won't write shipping for real, currently living people, nor will i make them the mc of a story. I'd prefer not for dead people either, but that's not a hard rule. Once again, case by case.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HELLO MY MOST BELOVEDEST ARI!!!!!!! I AM HERE TO HOLD YOU TIGHT AND KISS YOUR FOREHEAD MWAHMWAHMWAH I LOVE YOU SO!!!!!! I AM SUPER FUCKING LATE BUT I AM HERE NONETHELESS I HAVE THINGS TO SAYY I MEAN YELLL

1. YOUR SUGURU TIMELOOP AU!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "SPRING IS BEGINNING AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN. (YOU NEVER GROW TIRED OF RELIVING THIS MOMENT.)" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I AM SOOO FUCKING EXCITED TO READ MORE ABT THIS (LIKE ALWAYS BC YOU JUST. REFUSE TO NOT EXCITE ME IDK IT'S CRAZY) AND THENNNNN "YOU MEET SUGURU GETO AGAIN, FOR THE FIRST TIME, AND HE'S STILL JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU REMEMBER." ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIII TEARS IN MY EYES THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES I ALREADY KNOW THIS PIECE IS GONNA RIP MY CHEST OPEN AND THEN IT'S GONNA MEND IT BACK TOGETHER. TIMELOOP. I LOVE YOU.

2. YOUR PICREWSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOO FUCKING CUTE I ADORED THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! very insane of you to make that comment abt gojo watching you sleep though.... :(((( he's my baby and he deserves a good night's rest:((((((( anYWAYY YOU LOOK SO ADORABLE WITH EARS YOU ARE MY BABY TOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH AND THE KISSING ONE!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE BLUSHINGG:((((( sugu with glasses and satoru with his staring problem i love them so much it's crazy...

WAHHHHH YOU ARE VERY DEAR TO MEEEEE AND I HOPE YOU ARE DOING SOSO WELL!!! I HOPE YOU ARE RESTING AND SLEEPING AND EATING AND DRINKING AND READING AND WRITING AND ANDNANDAND ENJOYING YOURSELF!!!!!!! FOREHEAD KISS FRECKLE KISS WRIST KISS TRIPLE KILL MWAHH!!! - @teddybeartoji

HELLLOOOOOOO MY LOVELY LITTLE SUNFLOWER :333333 YOU AREN’T LATE AT ALL THERE IS NO SUCH THING …… TIME ISN’T REAL…….. <- i’m kissing your forehead over and over again while saying this btw I LOVE YOU <3

WAHHHH YOU’RE SO SWEET 😭😭😭😭 the sugu timeloop au!!!!! i’m so happy you liked the snippet!!!!!!! you & me & sugu 🤝 spring symbolism fr…… BUT GAH I REALLY AM SO GIDDY THAT YOU’RE LIKING IT SO FAR 🥺🥺 it’ll definitely rip your heart into pieces but hopefully you’ll enjoy it anyway!!!! my baseline for it is just that reader keeps looping over and over again trying to keep suguru from dying…. me when my crush is doomed by the narrative <333333 they’re super special 2 me!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you’ll like them both!!!!!!!!

AND THE PICREWS PLSSSS YOURS WERE SO ADORABLE TOO MICKEY I CRIED !!!!!! had 2 sneak some ari gojo hcs in there i’m sorry 😔 i just think he dreams abt suguru sometimes and wakes up in a cold sweat + silently watches your chest rise and fall until his heartbeat calms down….,,,,, you’re his rock . sniff. BUT YES THE ARI EARS THE SUGU GLASSES THE GOJO STARING PROBLEM…… he is such a weird little guy . imagine opening your eyes during a kiss and just seeing this 🧿🧿 PHDJDHHSHSJ …….. me personally i would Cry

BUT WAHHH ILYSB 🥺🥺🥺 i’m doing well!!!!!!!! grinding my ass off in phanpara trying to get sugu (muffled sobbing) and trying to catch up on asks and fics and art :33 i hope you’re resting and relaxing and eating properly…. drinking lots of water too!!!! AND SHRIMPMIN :(((((( i hope his new cone lifestyle isn’t too hard on him……. pls give him a kiss and call him a good boy in my stead……… silly little guy . i love you both sooo much. kissing your little foreheads… mwah mwah……..

[emptydoorways]

 𝄞 EMPTY DOORWAYS „

  + brand new look, same great taste!

i. about me⠀|⠀ii. tags⠀|⠀iii. socials

iv. my fandoms⠀|⠀v. frequent fronters

 

 ♪  i. ABOUT ME ... hello! i'm henry (it/he), and i'm the guy who runs the blog and also am the host of the system. we don't have time to get into all that, though.

i'm primarily an artist, but i also occasionally mess around with text posts and edits, and i write on the side. it's gonna be a mixed bag with my content, so be ready!

i'm also liable to just... post things. like random thoughts or headcanons or character analysis and sometimes just absolutely incompressible nonsense. so if you see me on your dash with posts that read like i'm standing in front of a corkboard with pins and red string, this is your fair warning.

 

 ♪  ii. TAGS ... to make navigating my block a little bit easier, here's a list of tags i use and what they're for!

 ♩  #doorways art ... for finished pieces, or works with more effort put into them.

 ♫  #doorways doodles ... for wips, or just silly little doodles.

 ♩  #doorways writing ... for snippets of fics, or links to entire works (AO3 only).

 ♫  #doorways asks ... every post that is me responding to an ask will have this tag.

 ♩  #doorways chats ... this is what i'll post things like headcanons, random thoughts, etc.

 ♫  #doorways reblogs ... what it says on the tin, i'll put this tag on anything i reblog from anyone else.

 ♩  #doorways drafts ... they probably should have stayed in drafts, but...

 ♫  #ace attorney new leaf ... for the silly little au in which everything is generally the exact same, but they're all silly little animals, in a sort of aggretsuko or animal crossing way.

 ♩  #objection is magic ... ace attorney, but if they were my little ponies. i might not post about this much, but if i do... you're welcome? i guess?

 ♫  #twitch attorney ... for the collab au between me and a friend that's ace attorney, but they're all minecraft twitch streamers.

 ♩  #ventureverse ... an original cast based in an mlp G4 adjacent universe, that's meant to have a more dnd-like plot than anything.

 

 ♪  iii. SOCIALS ... this one will be short, this is just gonna compile all my socials and important links into one short place. ps, my side blog for reblogs and misc stuff is @emptierdoorways!!

 ♩  socials ... discord , twitter , tiktok , ao3

 ♫  links ... rentry , carrd , shop

 

 ♪  iv. MY FANDOMS ... another quick one! this one is mostly important so you can know what you'll see my post about. i'll almost exclusively post about the first two, but anything after is a general possibility you may see on my blog. main ones are bolded!

 ♩  spinterests ... ace attorney, pokémon, my little pony, vocaloid, dying light

 ♫  hyperfixes ... cookie run, resident evil... other things?

 ♩  shows ... arcane, good omens, sweet tooth, inside job, our flag means death, be and puppycat

 ♫  games ... ddlc, danganronpa, fnaf, undertale/deltarune, the sims, rhythm games (generally), wobbledogs

 ♩  music ... will wood, mitski, adrianne lenker, phoebe bridgers, weird al, ewao, modern baseball, the front bottoms, glass beach, mcr, +more

 ♫  misc ... wings of fire, mcyt (very select few cc)

 

 ♪  v. FREQUENT FRONTERS ... hey, remember when i said we didn't have time to get into all of that right now? guess what! now we do! we're getting into it now. we're a p-did system and these are our frequent fronters, their pronouns, their role, and their signoff. which may or may not be important, but just in case.

 ♩  henry (me) ... host, it/he — n/a

 ♫  charlie ... idk, he/they/it — 🦠

 ♩  edward ... private role, he/it — <?>

 ♫  klein ... the gay one?, he/she — 🗯️

 ♩  kristoph ... protector, he/him — 🎻

 

 ♪  vi. FIN ... and that's a wrap! thanks for tagging along for this obnoxiously long intro post. i'll see you around! ta-ta!

        — emptydoorways 𖹭

[forcebookish]

another wip tag!

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs

thanks for the tag, @monwillica! :D

now, technically i already did this but this time i wanna label which ones are for which fandoms (which i only did after the fact with the last one) so here we go. it's gonna be a lot of the same WIPs as last time, except some of those have since been posted! again, i'm not going to include my various ideas docs because i don't really count those as WIPs, but this time i'll include fics i've already started posting!

(in alphabetical order. mostly.)

forcebooks:

akktheo visa marriage

It tickles, honey.

now hold that pose for me

shonejing (bad luck charm)

thirty minutes

ichiruki:

ichiruki soulmates au

ribbons

the weight in her heart

your sweet little love maker

stucky:

I thought you were taller

kiss you or kick you

Steve Rogers is not a virgin. He lost his virginity in 1943 to Bucky.

aaaand misc:

baby, it's a violent world pt 2

[girl!kaibaek]

i am not tagging fourteen people omg and i'm going to tag some of the same people because i wanna see 👀 @hesesols @pomslices @retiredficwriter @komari-maxx @athousandbyeol @ariadnekurosaki @bytheforcebook

ANYWAY, monica did this with fanart and sandra (@baekslight) did gif WIPs, so whatever kind of fandom art you make, you're tagged too! :D

[teaveetamer]

I'm sorry, Raxis has a history of sporking fic? He has a TVTROPES page about it?

Then literally, aside from defending his saintly waifu.png's delicate honour, grounds - moral or otherwise - does he have to stand on? He knows what the purpose of sporking is, in theory. He should know that sometimes it's just about discussing a fic, thematically, in depth, to see what it says or how it fails to say them, instead of just plain mockery.

Or maybe it's that he's only ever sporked a fic to insult or send harassment towards the 'cringe' author, so he's unable to comprehend that anyone else might do it for any other reason.

I'm sure Raxis thinks he's the main character and all, but even this is way more transparently hypocritical than usual.

YEEEEEEEEEEP. He even wrote his own little character profile on the Das Sporking TV tropes page. Which was a community primarily geared toward mocking Twilight and Fifty Shades originally, so you might not be off about the "sporked fic just to insult or send harassment towards the 'cringe author'".

Also like here's the thing. He's gonna claim it was a long time ago, and that's true, but he's 35. He was also editing the Das Sporking TV tropes page back in 2013, 2014, and 2015, which means he was at least 24 or 25 and active in these communities. The earliest he could have possibly joined up is 2009, when he was like 21, given this entry:

Where Raxis writes that his first spork/intended spork was the Sword Art Online light novel, which was released in 2009 in Japan and 2014 in America?

Also he's still editing the pages. He only marked himself down as "retired" last month when people started calling him out for being a hypocrite for trying to shit talk BWIIDT when he was an active sporker himself.

Also you're? Still doing it? You're LITERALLY sporking a fic right now. YOU CALL IT A SPORK. Like yes if this was just some dumbass shit he did as a teen or even a twenty-something then I wouldn't bother bringing it up, but he's still doing it. So uh yeah, it's still relevant? Especially when you spend most of your fucking Reyna sporks whining about what a big ol meaaaaaaaaaaaaanie BWIIDT is for... pointing out racism and sexism.

Like you, a cishet white man, spent your 20's when you were a grown ass man, in a community apparently known for shitting on teenage girls who like Twilight and you appear to have done no reflection or growth on that.

I did cringe and offensive and ignorant shit ten years ago too (granted I was an actual teenager ten years ago). Like, I definitely had some weird hangup about Demisexuality. Thank GOD I don't think I ever posted any of it publicly. And now ten years later I'm not such an ignorant fuckwad and I don't think or say those things anymore. You know what I don't do? Claim to have learned from and regret my mistakes, continue to post demi-phobic shit all over my social media accounts, and then get mad at people for calling out my hypocrisy because "you're bringing up stuff I did ten years ago!"

It was ten years ago but shit ain't changed, so why wouldn't your past behavior still be relevant? Especially since you were old enough to know better then, and you're sure as shit old enough to know better now.

Also I just want to point out the irony of Raxis breaking THE FIRST RULE of the Das Sporking wiki with his sporks

Sooo you had no idea linking to a fic directly could possibly cause harassment, huh? That was just a big oopsie on your part?

He doesn't give a shit about Reyna's fic. He just views it as a way to dunk on the "Edelcrits" and specifically BWIIDT, which is why he CONSTANTLY brings up BWIIDT in his posts about Reyna (I've seen a few more snippets). Like he genuinely thinks it hurts our feelings when he mocks a fic none of us had ever even fucking heard of before. It doesn't, it just makes him look like a massive fucking tool.

And like I pointed out in this post, BWIIDT started talking about Cap's fic because people were out here shoving it down fandoms' throat and insisting it was "essential" to understand canon. Like it was getting recc'd to Joe fucking Zieja, and it has SO MANY problematic elements. Racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. I won't rehash them all.

What even are Raxy's criticisms of Reyna's fic, other than "it's cringe", "I don't like how she writes Edelgard", and "BWIIDT hurt my feelings by talking about a fic I like"? And again, what the fuck does this random fic author have to do with anything BWIIDT has done? If your issue is with BWIIDT then why do you insist on dragging a random person in for no fucking reason?

[joels-shitty-puns]

hi a!

i’m back with another “gentle reminders” ask. it goes in line with one of my personal goals this year of trying to work on my kindness and how i show that kindness to others.

the beginning of a new year is always a bit tough for many people, for many reasons but at the scale of the fandom, i have noticed some negativity starting to spread. maybe it’s bound to happen on any social media but i always considered tumblr to be different, to be over the kind of discourse you could find on other apps. this place has been a true haven for many of us and i would like to keep it that way, so i thought, as a way to counterbalance this negativity, i could compensate with a nice message for one of the driving forces in the fandom: our dear writers.

i would like to begin by saying thank you.  thank you for dedicating your time, your energy, your love and sharing pieces of yourself with us. the fandom wouldn’t be what it is without you: just like a body needs a brain or a heart to function properly, fandoms need writers like they need others contributing. thank you for offering diversity, engaging with different tropes and characters to reach as many readers as possible. i will admit, some things proposed are not my cup of tea but i know they can be enjoyed by others, the same way some of my favorite fics wouldn’t necessarily attract others. so thank you for giving a chance to everyone to find what they enjoy, to discover, to learn, to cry, to laugh, to love and to be able to do so in an open, safe space. thank you for interacting with us as well. thank you for responding to our questions, sharing snippets when we get impatient, teasing us with your new ideas and making life a little more fun and exciting every day. and of course, thank you for doing all of this for free. for expecting so little in return when you give us so much.

now a few things i want you to remember: 

although we’re all thankful for having access to your art, your first fan should be yourself. write what you enjoy, write that self-indulgent fic, write your favorite trope, an improbable duo or crossover because you’ve always wanted to. do it for yourself. in the same way, have fun with it. writing is a hobby, it’s not your job, it’s not supposed to be a chore. so do what makes you happy. don’t worry about updating fics, about being slow, about posting too much or too little. some things might take time, some might need an hour to be posted but in the end, they all matter just the same. they’re worth being read and cherished and we will appreciate them. whether you have thousands of notes or barely a few hundreds, you have your place here. you’re still an amazing writer, you’re still an artist regardless of the stats. 

whether i've had time to binge-read your stories or just discovered you. thank you. i love you. i’m grateful for you. i see and appreciate your work. your efforts. you.  i’m sorry if you’ve ever been received with negativity but i hope this can make up for some of it.  you deserve nothing but kindness and appreciation and i hope you know how much you matter here.

sending you all my love,

anna 💗

ANNA!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 You're gonna make me cry. This was so sweet and meaningful. I needed this ❤️ thank you. The same goes to you as well. I hope you know how amazing you are. I love seeing you pop up on my feed. ❤️ You're important and wonderful and what you're doing here with these messages is so kind and special. Thank you.

I love you ❤️

[ramblingoak]

WIP Tagging Game

Thank you to @sweatandwoe for calling me out tagging me, you're cruel the best I'm so sad happy we're friends xoxo

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder (art, fics or both), regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(these aren't all of my wips but these are the ones with the most amount of work/ideas)

The Cardinal’s Bride

Mr. Casino’s Bride

Slutty but misunderstood yeehaw terzo (answered here)

What’s your emergency

Gym bro secondo

Secondo with hair and whisky (answered here)

Cardinal terzo because yeah (answered here)

Everyone is sick comfort fic

A petal for your thoughts (answered here)

The impera witch project (answered here)

A dark song (answered here)

World’s biggest frying pan (answered here)

Came back haunted

Gonna tag @kissingghouls @writingjourney @ghostchems @cynibuns @nocturnal-birb @namelessdrool But ya know if you see this feel free to share your wips, no matter what they are! I love to see them 💙💙

[m-to-the-6th-power]

Gonna start doing WIP Wednesday, I'll either share snippets I've written that ive got planned for later in the fic. Based on an idea from this tumblr post that put the plot bunny up for adoption.

Gideon stared down at the paper for a long tense moment. A commission, not only that but an officer's commission. 1st lieutenant in the cohort. Sponsored by Aiglaminaie and marked with the seal of the Ninth. Signed by both the Revenant, no Reverend Mother and Father. She looked up at her teacher. "Why?" She asked plainly and openly, sensing a deeper current just waiting to pull her under. 

"You need freedom. The house needs from you. I convinced our lady to let you go with this commission if you swear by The Tomb and The Rock that you will keep your tongue in your head, return after your commission is up for at least five years, and if you will keep an ear to the ground for any who have no love for their house," Aiglaminaie gave a stern look to Gideon. "Any new blood would be a blessing. And I'm sure if anyone can draw a crowd, it will be you Nav." 

Gideon felt a surge in her chest at that, not quite pride but close. "And what? Convince them to come and live here? I hate it here, how will they feel?" 

Aiglaminaie looked at Gideon for a long moment, peeling her layers away slowly. "There are many who tire of war, of fighting. There are chances for silent contemplation and art here. It is mysterious, and it is holy. Those will be your selling points." 

Gideon nodded, "Freaks and geeks, got it," Gideon said, holding up a hand to forestall Aiglaminaie, "I'll try to get anyone i can, maybe I'll even find a nice older swordsperson for you. To take over training of course. Any preference?" 

Aiglaminaie stared at Gideon for a long moment before her mouth quirked up into what for anyone else would be a smile. "As long as they are sufficiently deft with a blade, theirs or others, I'm sure they'll do just fine." 

Gideon gave an honest smile and a hug to the only person who had ever loved her on the Ninth. "When do I leave?" 

"The shuttle arrives in 2 hours. Pack your bags and be ready. Lady Harrowhark wants to see you before you leave, she'll probably just run over everything I've already covered. But until you're on that shuttle you're still a member of this house first, don't make her regret sending you."

Gideon grasped Aiglaminaie by the shoulders. "I will make you proud," She said before turning and starting to gather items around her cell. 

Aiglaminaie gave a soft, "You already have Nav," before leaving the cell. 

------ 

Gideon arrived at cohort headquarters five hours later, her shades firmly in place and head spinning with the press of humanity all around her. It should've only taken 4 from the time Aiglaminaie had first given her the commission, but as usual Harrowhark Nonagesimus had to waylay Gideon for an hour being spooky and all around weird. The first item in her itinerary was to get her picture taken, then the physical testing, and finally getting her room assignment and new wardrobe.

As Gideon waited in line, the person behind her tapped her shoulder. When Gideon looked, she saw a girl about her age, tan with a necromantic build, with brown hair the color of Drearburh dirt and eyes the color of ink. "Yes?" Gideon asked, attempting politeness. 

The girl blushed immediately, looking down at her hands now clasped in front of her. "I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I think your hair is gorgeous, and I really like your glasses."

Gideon felt her mouth drop open, shocked at the compliment. "Thanks," Gideon said, feeling her chest puff slightly as she felt the warmth spreading up from her stomach. "I really like your eyes. It's like looking into space." 

The girl thrust out a hand, "Eleanor Chatur. Necromancer of the Fourth House. Commissioned Second Lieutenant. Available." 

Gideon felt shock roll through her at the forwardness and took the hand carefully, she didn't want to get in trouble before her picture was even taken for breaking another soldiers hand. "Gideon Nav. Two hander swordswoman of the Ninth. Commissioned First Lieutenant. Also available for a late lunch after all this."

"It's a date," Eleanor said, grinning. "But just a warning ninth, don't forget. The Fourth is all about fidelity." She said, imbuing the last word with such import that Gideon felt a shiver go down her spine. 

Gideon was searching for an appropriate quip as a head popped out of the door next to her, "Next picture."

Gideon turned to Eleanor, "They'll have to lock me up to keep me away," Gideon said before turning back to the man standing at the door looking peeved. "Let's meet in the cafeteria around 3."

As Gideon sat for her picture, lenses tucked safely in her pocket and appropriately solemn look on her face, she felt her head spinning. The first day of the rest of her life was starting off well. She was joining the cohort, away from Nonagesimus, and she had a date. Nothing was going to bring her down today. 

That is right up until the terminal began to beep incessantly and everyone in the room trained their weapons on her. "Place your weapon on the ground and place your hands on your head. Slowly."

Gideon did as instructed, staring down the barrel of the gun pointed at her face, the interior like the yawning void of space. "What's this about?" She asked, feeling cold bands begin to wrap around her ribs. 

"Your picture triggered quite a few warnings in our system," One of the men inside said, reading off the terminal. "What's your mother's name?"

"What's yours asshole?" Gideon responded before her verbal filter could fully catch up. "I don't know, okay?" Gideon said plainly after only a moment. "She landed on the Ninth in a haz suit with me, I survived, she didn't. Couldn't get anything from her but my name."

The man nodded slowly. "Fine, fine. You'll be held in the brig pending communications with the first house," The man gestured to the one standing closest to Gideon, "I'm sure we'll get this all figured out with no issue lieutenant, and you'll be able to get back to your duty in no time."

As Gideon was lead away the bands tightened around her chest. 'I'm not making it to that lunch date am I?'

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The first day was the hardest. She was free of the Ninth house. She was at the cohort to become a soldier, and she was already back in a cell. The cuff on her ankle was disturbingly familiar in a way that made her skin crawl and the spot between her shoulders itch. She didn't even have her sword.

The floor felt odd against her hands. It was slightly soft and had give. It made her pushups harder to do, but star jumps and sit ups felt better overall. She felt herself slipping, like her recent height had been built on a dune made of Drearburh silt and it was starting to slip away faster and faster, skeletons from Nonagesimus forming from the silt to strike her down for her hubris of believing she could escape a cell. 

After her training and a meal, a double helping of spiced ground beef covered with a vibrant yellow cheese that did not look safe and strips of potato with the skin still on in parts covered with salt, she felt better. She stopped and thought about her options as she lay down to sleep. They had said once everything was cleared up she could return to duty. She would find Eleanor and explain that they actually had locked her up and hopefully get that date. She would take the field, first on the ground, hopefully in a battalion with Eleanor as her Necromancer. As she began to imagine what it would be like in the field, Eleanor and her in the officers berth together, sitting together and chatting after a long difficult battle. Eleanor removing Gideon's leathers, running her delicate hands over her shoulders from behind her, reverential like she was something precious and holy. Eleanor resting her head between Gideon's shoulder blades just beneath the knob of her spine and saying, "That was truly exceptional. Your skill with a sword is unparalleled." The hands run down her sides, nails dragging softly along her ribs and abdominal muscles, coming to rest at the hem of her cohort undershirt, skin just barely brushing skin. "Color me impressed Griddle,"  Was the last she imagined before sleep took her under. 

When Gideon first awoke the next day, she had a moment of extreme disorientation. Had everything, being freed from the ninth, coming to the cohort, meeting Eleanor, been a dream? Grief welled up in her chest, cold as a night spent outside in a Drearburh winter. She began to spiral downwards faster and faster like a shuttle caught in the gravitational well of Dominicus until finally she looked down at herself and noticed the stark white of the cohort undershirt and briefs she wore. The image of those instead of loose, flowing, black, Ninth house sleeping gowns immediately snapped her back to reality and released gravity. 

Gideon took a long moment to appreciate that at least one part of her freedom was still fully intact before levering herself up in the bed, tucking one foot under her thigh, the other ankle under her calf and deciding on a next course of action. She was going to fall behind in her physical fitness and classes sitting in here, the first could be mitigated by training, the second she would have to try to train herself in that area too. With that acknowledgement, Gideon stood and went to the door of her cell, three hard knocks bringing a cohort sergeant to the other side. 

"Chow is still an hour out Nav," The sergeant said with the faintest familiar accent and a glance at his watch. "I've known a few fresh Niners, was one myself 20 years ago. All of us were one step away from scurvy when we first showed up. I think I put on as much weight in my first two weeks from proper nutrition as I did the training."

At the mention of food Gideon realized that she was ravenous. "That's great Sergeant but not what I was gonna ask about," Gideon said shortly, "Can I get books in here? Something to pass the time and all that?" 

The sergeant nodded, "Oh yeah, you can get textbooks, comics, fiction and nonfiction from the library, just about anything they put on flimsy except skin mags. You can get skin mags from the store. Get them from the PX too, older issues are cheaper but they're fully digitized. Got stuff going back almost to the resurrection itself," He stopped and studied Gideon's face slowly, "Don't worry too much, most soldiers throughout their career will spend at least a few days in the brig, normally it doesn't result in a loss of station or anything, just a slap on the wrist really."

Gideon gave the man a grin, his reassurance surprisingly effective with that sight Niner lilt to his voice. "Thanks sergeant... I never caught your name," Gideon realized with a sheepish grin. 

"Anastas Nav," The man replied easily, spreading his hands. "I guess that almost makes us family huh?"

Gideon blinked, remembering the question from yesterday. She'd never had a family. The feeling was... nice was a good word for it, if a bit vague. It'd give Ortus conniptions to hear her be so lazy in descriptions. "I'll take any family I can get here," Gideon responded. "Any chance you could get me some books on tactics, strategy, anything that might be useful for a commissioned officer? And, if I promise to get you back for the cost, a skin mag?"

Anastas laughed, "The learning style books, sure, sure. No problems there. Unfortunately the skin mags are technically contraband, sorry cousin," He shrugged with a rueful look as if to say 'My hands are tied,' "It's a real pain when you're in here a week for a simple pub brawl and you got a copy of Fidelity of the Fourth and Naughty Nuns of the Ninth that you've barely creased waiting in your berth."  

Gideon's mind ground to a screeching halt at that. She felt her ears warming as she blushed, remembering Eleanor's comment and something fuzzy from her dreams the night before. "I'm sorry, what were those titles?" 

"Oh, I forgot you're fresh from the Ninth. You don't get those all the way out there. You've only got Mithraeum and Playadept right?" He asked as a bell began to ring, sounding the time. "And that's the chow bell. I'll see about getting you an extra helping of food like last night, and after my relief shows up, I'll see about getting you some light reading material."

Gideon's stomach took that moment to growl, low and sustained. "Thanks, if there's anything I can do for you once I'm out, just let me know."

Anastas nodded thoughtfully. "My old sergeant, man by the name of Ajax, always said the better the officer the sooner they end up in the brig," As he started walking away he called back, "When you're running this place, just remember your dear cousin Anastas."

Gideon found herself grinning when she started her workout, even in a cell with no clue of when she would be released, even with her fate fully uncertain, she had family. Someone with her name, someone who would claim her. She got entirely through her sit ups and push ups, standard and clapping, before the scrape of metal on plex sounded, a tray of food slid into the room. Just behind it was two truly massive cups of a black liquid with small wisps of steam coming off of them, with a bowl of white powder and a red and white carton following soon after. 

"Took me a while to get there," Anastas said from the other side of the door. "They were getting ready to clear down to begin lunch prep, so I got as much as I could grab. I need to take the sugar bowl, that's the white stuff, back PDQ, so go ahead and make up your bari how you like it and slide that back on through so I don't get busted down to cleaning the pissers, again."

Gideon moved the tray, watching it bow slightly in the middle as she lifted it and sat it to the side. She took 3 heaping spoonfuls of the sugar for each cup and slid the bowl back through. She opened the white and red carton, taking the hint and adding a small pour to each cup, suddenly entranced by the way the color shifted to tan as it spread through the drink. When she took her first sip, she found it sweet and smooth, feeling energy flow into her. When she turned to her tray she found a tray so loaded with food a necromancer would have been hard pressed to lift it. Slices of bread piled 5 high on one side, a pile of crusty looking almost bread on the other covered with a light glaze of some brown liquid, between them a massive pile of something a much milder yellow  with chunks of the dangerous yellow in it with three different kinds of meat, a patty that looked similar to her meal last night, something more tubular, and almost flat strips of meat dark red and white, all of this overtop of finely shredded potatoes, somehow clumped together and deep fried. 

Gideon Nav ate, no Gideon Nav feasted. She took a bite of everything before digging in with wild abandon. For the first time in nineteen years, she was sated, she was full. She found herself with a half piece of bread, pensively sopping up the last remnants of grease from the tray and thinking. While she ate Anastas had dropped off her books and she had started leafing through them. The books on tactics was fairly dense, and supremely dry, but Gideon had lived within hearing range of Ortus Neigenard for years. She could soldier, or well prisoner, through this. 

Through the day, Gideon studied, Gideon ate, Anastas dropped by after his shift had ended and chatted with her for a while. It was a bit strange when she stopped to think about it. She was in prison, back in a cell, but her needs were being met more strongly now than ever before. At least she wasn't in the dark any longer. 

After a few hours of reading Gideon felt an itch begin to crawl up her spine like she imagined a necromancer drawing her fingers slowly up her back would feel, barely there and ghostly. It made her squirm as she imagined Nonagesimus drawing those bony fingers along each knob of her spine. The feeling made her want, no need, to move. She did star jumps and push ups until the feelings abated. When she felt like herself again, Gideon settled back on her bed and studied more. The fingers came back faster the next time. Gideon forced herself to buckle down and focus solely on studying even with the distractions. She didn't notice how fast time was moving until the clatter of metal on plex sounded, a tray of food being pushed through the door towards her. She ate less ravenously this time, slowly working her way through the tray of food, still studying between bites. 

When sleep finally came for Gideon Nav, she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of all the tactics she had absorbed through the day. She dreamed of working next to a necromancer that she never got a good look at who despite the action still found time to take hold of Gideon's hand at the end of the fighting, turning her palm inwards and pressing her lips softly to her palm, leaving a smudge of alabaster and charcoal paint behind. 

It was 2 weeks later when Gideon awoke to the sound of a tray sliding through the door. When she saw Anastas standing on the far side, a grin split her face. Anastas had been a great friend so far, even though he'd come from the Ninth, he might be willing to return. As she took the tray she leaned against the door. "You came from the Ninth, right?" Gideon asked, trying to figure out how to broach the topic. "How'd you like it back then?"

Anastas shrugged, "It was okay. I still have my prayer bones, and I still sometimes send off letters. The only one to consistently reply has been Orty," Here Gideon gave a mighty snort, "but that's not too surprising. Most Niner kids don't need to learn their letters, and he adds replies for most everyone still kicking. I know that almost all the other Nav kids died in that bad vent flu that went around. I'm glad at least one of us survived. How... How many others made it?"

Gideon felt a hot flush of shame as she thought back to the Ninth. "I'm not a true Nav kid, Anastas," Gideon admitted in a small voice, suddenly finding her fingernails incredibly interesting. "My mom crashed down the drill shaft in a haz suit with me in a bio container. She wouldn't give the necromancers anything when they pulled her spirit back, just my name, Gideon. They named me after what she said and gave me the last name Nav. I don't have any family, not really."

Anastas laughed, causing Gideon's head to snap up to meet his eyes so fast her neck gave a frightening pop. "My dad was like that," Anastas said by way of explanation. "Most of the Nav kids, you just have to go back 1 or 2 generations and you'll find the beginning of the line. You just don't have any tracing to do. But you're a Nav all the same. You're one of us Gideon Nav. Gideon of the Ninth; cousin." 

Gideon felt warmth pooling in her chest at his words. They didn't need blood, they didn't need a traceable link, they were family. "Thanks Anastas, that means, well, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." Gideon said, finally meeting his eyes. "As for the flu, only I survived. Nonagesimus wasn't quite born yet, and everyone else got taken," Gideon said. 

Anastas had the look of a man doing numbers in his head before opening his mouth. "Wait a minute, when you say Nonagesimus, do you mean Harrowhark Nonagesimus? The Reverend Daughter, future leader of the Ninth?" Anastas asked, the shock doing strange things to his voice. "That's the girl you left behind that you've been dreaming about?"

Gideon felt her face flushing in rage at the implication, anger causing her jaw to drop just before a call from the guard post interrupted. "Nav, Gideon, you have a visitor, prepare yourself."

Gideon jumped at the voice, shoving her tray out of the way of the door and running her fingers through her hair quickly, trying to make herself presentable before pulling her aviators over her eyes. After another long moment, Anastas opened the door to a truly massive man with dark red hair cropped short. His biceps put Gideon's to shame, and his green eyes looked out of place on his face. "Um, hi?" Gideon ventured, "Can I help you?"

He looked her up and down once, focusing on her hair. "My name is Gideon Pyrrha, I'm the Third Saint to serve the King Undying, one of his Fists and Gestures, an Immortal, and your father," Gideon Nav felt bands tightening around her chest at his name, growing tighter with every word spoken, the last word knocking her back against her cot with shock. "I'm here to take you home."

[embracedthevoid]

The pear fic was intriguing, but you've already answered that, so Acronym one! ☺️

ohhhhh beloved acronym universe, one day I will post youuuu.

This fic currently has 5 written chapters out of 8, and it's probably the best thing I've ever written. I love this fic with all my heart. Basically, its a university AU (a prequel to Love Would Be Burning Red as a matter of fact) where Wille doesn't return to Hillerska after season one. Simon and Wille just so happen to go to the same university and are taking the same class. Wille wants to make up and Simon wants nothing to do with him.

This little snippet is a day after Wille sees Simon for the first time in years.

"Why are you taking art history again?" Henry asks, balancing a ruler on his nose as they wait in the neverending line at the university bookstore. "It seems like an interesting elective," Wilhelm says, failing to admit that it was actually chosen by his mother. Actually, all his classes were.  "Right," Henry says, only half listening while the ruler falls from his nose. It makes a loud clattering sound when it hits the floor, attracting the attention of the people around them. Wilhelm smiles at the onlookers apologetically. "Why doesn't this class have an online textbook? Like every other class." Henry questions, thankfully abandoning the ruler, though unfortunately now his attention is entirely on Wilhelm. "I don't know," Wilhelm sighs, "because the professor is ancient." He shrugs, stepping one place closer in the line.  There's a brief moment of peaceful silence until Henry starts to get bored again. Wilhelm swears he's still a child. "So, are we gonna talk about it?" Henry asks out of nowhere. Wilhelm does everything he can to keep his expression neutral. "Talk about what?" He brushes his hair from his eyes, trying to focus on anything but what Henry is hinting toward. "You know what," Henry glares. "You're gonna have to talk about it eventually. I let it slide when you ran sulking to your room but–" "I didn't sulk," Wilhelm interjects, knowing full well that he did, in fact, one hundred percent sulk. "Point is, Simon is here and looking fine as hell," Henry adds unhelpfully, "what are you gonna do about it?" He pokes Wilhelm's shoulder as if he couldn't be any more irritating. "I don't think there's much to do," Wilhelm sighs, praying that the customer in front of them is quick at the till, as they're next in line. "Right…" Henry raises his eyebrows, obviously not buying a word Wilhelm is saying. “Yeah, I don’t believe that for–” "Oh, look!" Wilhelm shouts a little too loud, "we're next!"  With Henry close behind, they quickly move to the register so Wilhelm can pay for his textbook. Once at the counter Henry starts playing with a neatly placed row of Tic-Tacs, knocking one over and sending the three behind down with it. Wilhelm takes a breath and apologizes to the very unimpressed cashier as he slides the book to her. Henry mouths the word sorry, making Wilhelm wish he’d went on this little adventure alone, or as alone as he could with Malin constantly in tow.

[neoncherryblossom]

For the ask thing (I don't know how long ago that was but here you go anyway)

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Hi! Nah you’re good, don’t worry about it.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Hmm good question. If this is talking about like little details, all my characters always end up being in one bed at some point. I had the realization when I was tagging a fic that most of them could be lumped into ‘characters literally sleeping together’ and I don’t what that says about me. 

I like it so I’m not changing it but still wondering what that means lol. 

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

(Already answered so I’ll go a bit more in depth what I meant.) I have flown by the seat of my pants perfectly fine, but having an outline, even if you thinks it’s bad, gives you a bit of a line to follow. I’ve already veered off the line of the fic I’m outlining but it’s still so much easier when I had some kinda physical plan about where I want this to go. It can be tweaked way too easily in my head so for long fics I think I’m going to try outlining first. Shorter ones are fine I think I’ll keep doing what I’m doing. 

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

(Okay this is less of a WIP and more I was possessed to write this pre- Watching and Dreaming so if you like this and want more, you're gonna have to tell me because I don't think I'll finish it.)

“Raine?” he heard Adrien whisper fearfully and he glances at the Illusionist to see his pupils shrunk, his ears turned back, his body shaking as he stared. 

Why... 

“Hmmm?” and he finally focused on the doorway because that couldn’t be Raine, the voice was demeaning, wrong. “You have all awakened. I suppose it really is in my best interest to do... THIS!” 

And Raine’s mouth opened, a gush of green stuff shut out and was in front of his face in seconds, and with screams echoing in his ears (were any of them his?) he felt the green thing pry his mouth open (gross, wrong, what’s going on?) before gurgling down his throat and spots appeared in his vision as he stumbled. 

“DARIUS!” he lifted his eye to see Eberwolf and Raine running at him, Raine barring new scars, what happened, and a voice echoing in his mind.

“Yes,” a familiar voice cooed in his head and Darius felt his hair stand up on his neck, because Belos should be dead the Collector showed all of them how he effortlessly killed him, he should be- “This has been worth everything I’ve dealt with these past few months.” 

And his vision became clouded in green as he saw Eberwolf reaching for him, horror and panic staining his features.

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🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Never got any before but I would just like you to know that if I had any they would go in a very special place in my heart, my camera roll, my blog, my heart again. 

(I would love it a lot 😌)

[thecoziestbean]

5 Songs

🎶✨When you get this, list 5 songs you actually listen to. Then, send this ask/tag to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨

I love talking music, so thanks for the tag @rebelrebelwrites !

I make playlists for EVERYTHING, so naturally I have one for every WIP and every potential WIP. Here are 5 songs that have been on heavy rotation lately that specifically relate to Haladriel/Saurondriel projects. This got really verbose... I just really love talking about music!

If you follow me on the bird app (if you don't you can @ cozy_ships) you might have seen me post some prompt fills related to a story I'm working on for Haladriel Week. It's a Prairie Gothic AU with a Tevildo as Black Phillip thing going on. Oh and there's a sexy farmhand Halbrand. The working title is Meet Me at the Edge, which is a lyric taken from "The Beast" by Delta Rae.

"Meet me at the edge, I ain't afraid, Lord I've already fallen, See the beast sitting on the ridge, No time to waste, Let him know that we're coming."

The Venus of Valinor is my main WIP right now. It's a multi-chap art heist AU with a lot of screwball comedy that was inspired by the film How to Steal a Million (1966) with Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole. It's hard to pick one song for it because there are so many that vibe with Hal and Gal's moods at various points in the story, but "Secret Heart" by Feist feels very on the nose overall. Both our leads have lots of secrets. And it's a song that I never tire of.

"This very secret, That you're trying to conceal, Is the very same one, That you're dying to reveal."

Mirah is one of my all-time favorite musicians, and "Gold Rush" is probably my favorite song by her (the name of my tumblr comes from this song). It also gives me major Haladriel vibes. It's on all my fic playlists.

"Oh love when I get lonesome, I'm gonna call you up into my world, When waters rise up I do my best, To keep my home floating upon your chest."

This is one of the most Haladriel coded songs in my rotation. Also one that's always been deeply personal to me, even pre-TROP. It figures prominently in the playlist for a Western AU I've been working on for a while (I've shared a few snippets of this one via prompt fills on the bird app as well). Not sure when this one will make an appearance, maybe Haladriel Week, but this one is a heavier lift for me, so no promises.

"I walk with others in me yearning to get out, Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout, One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire, One would as soon just throw you on the fire."

The first thing I started writing was/is a Music AU. It’s heavily rooted in the late 1980s/early-mid-1990s punk & grunge scenes, as well as being loosely inspired by the film Whiplash (2014). The whole thing started from the idea of Finrod & Sauron’s epic song battle reframed as two kids from rival grunge bands, and Sauron somehow being responsible for Fin od’ing (think Finrod as Kurt Cobain). There’s also a whole thing with flashbacks where first Mairon, and then a young Galadriel were drumming students of the brilliant but unforgiving Aulë, and then in the future-present Sauron’s trying to live a quiet non-musical life but then music exec Galadriel “discovers” him and drags him kicking & screaming back into the life. I’ve got a little written, but have no idea if it’ll ever see the light of day, although I seem to have outlined it here so… 🤷🏻‍♀️

Siouxsie & the Banshees are a little earlier than the time period this fic is inspired by, but they’re influential to a lot of the other acts that are prominent in it, and I see them as being one of Galadriel’s faves in the story (also one of my faves). And the drumming on “Into the Light” is 🔥🔥🔥.

“Standing in the light, I never wanted to be right, Now I’m attracted by the light, And I’m blinded by the sight.”

Tagging (zero pressure, I'm sure many of you have already been tagged): @justatinycollector @ophidion @demonscantgothere @hazelmaines @jhalya

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#5

French Onion, Broccoli Cheddar, and Pho soup :)

French Onion - Who is your favorite author(s)?

there's honestly so many so i'm just gonna name a few:

@jackdaw-kraai with his wonderful Guides

@irndad and the tasm!peter fics

@yellow-feathered-faerie who i really must work on that Mandis fic with eventually

chancecraz on ao3 and their time travel star wars fics

and of course, you

Broccoli Cheddar - What was your inspiration for this wip

this is honestly an odd inspiration but i had an absolutely terrible math teacher last year who used to give the most difficult tests and during winter break, while i was cramming for the 3 tests we had in the three weeks after it, i convinced my mom to rewatch the hobbit with me, and a few days later, at like 1 in the morning, i just started typing up Transported and here we are

Pho - Describe your ideal writing set up

i think i'd have to say like music (probably The Amazing Devil because it makes my brain go brr) playing in the background, my laptop charged and not trying to burst into flames, discord open on the side to share snippets and just talk, and me actually having the time to sit down and write without any interruptions

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#4

Hello! If Lotr/The Hobbit requests are open, I hope it's alright that I request one ;-;

Could you please do something about a Reader who was Merry and Pippin's best friend when they were really little kids but they left Middle Earth somehow. But now that they're adults, she gets back to the Shire and now she's a kickass blacksmith who is still really witty and comforting with them and it's a really sweet and wholesome reunion? You can either do Polyamory or Merry x Reader if that's not your thing. I think Merry would be the most likely to get a crush on a human blacksmith reader with big muscles because he strikes me as the kinda guy who'd like Tomboys

I also have this hilarious idea of, since the Reader is human, Pippin finds out that she became an adult at 18 and he's so jealous because she's officially an adult and he's not lmao. Thanks so so much, I hope you're doing well hun! Keep being awesome!!

okay i finally finished it! this may have taken a slightly different route than you were expecting but i hope you like it regardless!

As I looked upon them for the first time in what seemed like a decade, our time spent together in my childhood and their tweens came rushing back, almost flashing before my eyes. The summers spent stealing from Old Farmer Maggot and hanging out at various hobbit parties that I clearly wasn’t invited to were reminiscent of a much different time.

It had been prior to I had been apprenticed to the only blacksmith near Hobbiton and Merry was forced off to visit some relatives or another for months on end, leaving us with no time to see each other, let alone act upon the last things that we said to each other. Although it sometimes seemed like it had been just yesterday when our relationship began to split from the almost something that it had become, but given the new signs of maturity on his face and the burn scars on my hands, it was clear it had been far longer than either of us expected.

Pippin stood next to his cousin, looking between the two of us as we refused to say anything while we took in the differences in each other’s appearance. I had certainly changed far more than Merry, given the fact that blacksmithing required a lot of strength, far more than I had had last time I had seen either of them. The buff female blacksmith had very little similarities to the teenage girl that had never worked a day in her life.

I suppose if I had known how much muscle I would have to build up to truly become good at making even the simple things that hobbits nearby required, I would have thought twice before deciding on this. But now wasn’t the time to rethink the decisions that I had made for my life. Now, I needed to figure out how to begin a conversation with a figure from my not too distant past.

“So,” I said, not entirely thinking through the rest of my sentence just yet. “Have fun with the Tooks?” Oh fuck that was terrible. I was a fool and I would never speak again.

“Yes.” Thank the Valar, he was just as awkward as I was. “And how is your apprenticeship going?”

I could almost see the wince as he finished speaking. We had to break this ridiculous tension somehow. There had to be some way to talk beyond just standing here awkwardly as Pippin looked on. “I kinda finished that a couple summers ago. My master passed on the shop to me once I was done and left to apparently go adventuring. Imagine a 60 year old man going across Arda in search of adventure. Although I suppose with Bilbo, you don’t really have to.”

He seemed more at ease with this topic, immediately replying, “I’m not convinced he truly went. The Mad Baggins was apparently quite tame before he left the Shire.”

“I don’t believe that. That pipeweed smoking hobbit would have jumped at the chance to do it. Although his stories did speak of some hesitation.”

“A Took could never pass up the chance,” interjected Pippin. “I guarantee that any one of our cousins would enjoy it.”

“But Bilbo isn’t a Took. He’s a Baggins. Baggins never do things like that,” stated Merry.

“I thought he was half Took. So there would have been an equal chance of doing it.” I took a breath before saying, “Either way, I assume you didn’t come here to discuss whether or not BIlbo actually bested Smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities. What did you need?”

The sudden change in topic seemed to lower the energy in the room, but I could see Lobelia Sackville Baggins coming closer so I needed it to look like I was running a “proper establishment” before she decided to enter. This decision wasn’t driven by a sense of urgency, but rather an urge to escape a lecture before she hands me her frying pan to be fixed again after banging on Bilbo’s door again for an hour.

Pippin started, “Oh! I believe that—”

“Frodo asked us to stop by to inquire after a frying pan that was sent to be mended a few days ago. Would you perhaps have it currently ready?” That was oddly stiff in its phrasing. Did he think I was trying to get him out of the shop? Or did he know that Lobelia, the bane of my existence, was approaching?

“I think it’s back here somewhere. Although I think I need another day to fully work on it.” Okay, this was my chance. I could ask. After years of not seeing him, we could finally have a chance at what we had both wanted. “I needed to take a couple days off for my birthday a week ago and the new responsibilities that have been dumped on me have been ridiculous. They don’t tell you that when you legally become an adult, but anyways, I could meet up with you sometime tomorrow to drop it off. If you wanted to do so of course.”

“Sure, but—”

“You’re an adult?” Pippin asked. “But I’m older than you and I’m still a tween.”

“You’d hate being an adult. You have to do taxes and stuff and you can’t just spend the entire day hanging out with friends.”

“Yes, but it’s about the principle of the matter. I am 5 years older than you and yet I’m not even of age.”

“That’s your loss for being born a hobbit. I however can do adult things and buy a pint without my cousin chaperoning me.”

“Regardless,” Merry interjected. “I believe that I shall be free at around noon tomorrow, so would you like to meet under the party tree?”

“Uh, yes of course. I’ll have it done by tomorrow. As long as Lobelia doesn’t have anything new to bring me.”

“Good then. Well I suppose we shall continue this fruitful discussion tomorrow.” At Pippin’s newly open mouth, he continued, “Alone.”

“Yes. Now shoo. She’s coming in and I don’t want to have to pretend like I’m just a blacksmith in front of you too.”

“We will be back!”

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21 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#3

i fucking watched the new doctor strange movie and i'm so close to just rambling about the bits of marvel that i hate and the reasons why

24 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#2

Can I get “that dance, that they did today? it kinda reminded me of when we…” with a pairing of you choice 🥺?

Also makes sure to eat and drink water 🔫

okay so this ended up being a tasm!peter parker x gn!reader fic because i had an Idea so here. also it's kinda implied desi!reader, but it can really be read any way.

also you better do the same 🔫

the link to the dance which i mention is here

Finals were over. My bed was calling my name as I walked back from the horrid chem exam that had caused far too many all-nighteres in an attempt to memorize all of the ions and their charges as well as the formulas that we had learnt only a couple weeks ago.

But now, I could sleep for as long as I wanted until I had to start packing everything. Which was not until tomorrow because the dorms were supposed to be cleared out by next Friday. That left at least 18 hours that I could use to conk out if I wanted to wake up by about 9am tomorrow.

Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunately, my plan was thrown away as soon as I saw Peter sitting on the stairs in front of the building, playing on his phone. “Did your ethics final finish up early? I thought you were supposed to be out by 4 at the earliest.”

“Kenobi cancelled it. Something about his nephew getting sick.”

“Well that leaves plenty of time for our must watch movie marathon we had planned a couple weeks ago.”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be during packing? So then if it gets far too cheesy, we could distract ourselves with loading up some of the boxes?”

“Yes, but I found out one of the ones I used to watch with my friends recently came back onto Netflix. And because I couldn’t find it literally anywhere else without having to pay an extravagant amount of money for one movie, we’re going to enjoy the experience of this movie without the need for literally anything else. Other than snacks.”

“Of course we would have snacks. Why was that ever in question?”

“With your appetite, it never should be.”

“Hey, you know that’s because of the spider bite.”

“Like you didn’t come over to my house and eat half of my snacks alongside your own when we were in middle school.”

“Well, sixth period P.E. for all three years causes a person to get a bit hungry after school.”

“And that doesn’t explain the time that we went to Build-A-Bear and you told me you wanted to eat a bear.”

“That was something I told you in confidence and something that I didn’t expect you to almost yell in front of your dorm.”

“Everyone deserves to know that you looked at a Gollum plushie and went, ‘That looks like it would be a good snack.’” “Were you like this before your chem final?” he asked. “Because I could have sworn the person I fell asleep next to was not out to kill me.”

“I was a different person then,” I stated while leading him into the building. “I cannot be expected to treat someone who decided to sit out here in 90 degree heat for 3 hours while I took my final nicely.”

He gasped dramatically, playing it up despite the fact that some of my neighbors were coming out to see what havoc we were causing today. “I have helped you study for countless tests and quizzes and even stayed up with you until 4am last night and this is how I am thanked? I shudder to call myself your boyfriend with such poor treatment.”

The Bridgerton marathon shortly before finals kicked into full swing seemed to have done something to him. But honestly, as long as we didn’t get another complaint regarding our arguments prior to the time that we made it upstairs, it would be fine. “And what do you say to the hours that I spent reviewing vocabulary with you for a final you didn’t even take?”

“I thought I had the final until I went to Kenobi’s room and saw the note posted on his door. And when I went to text you, I saw that your final had already started and decided against trying to distract you.”

“Well you should have distracted me anyways. Why wouldn’t I have wanted a text from you? After all, it wasn’t like that final was particularly important, I would have passed the class either way. Plus, you’re far more important than some stupid chem final that is only vaguely relevant to my degree.”

“I’m sure Windu would agree with that assessment.”

“Windu has a stick up his ass. Which I can finally say in front of other people because I’m finally out of that fucking class.” It still hadn’t entirely hit me that the school year was finally over, but the fact that I could hang out with Peter without needing to study or work on a project was beginning to cement it.

“True. I’m not looking forward to when I have to take him next year for organic.” He took a second before continuing, “Are we ever going to unlock your door or are you planning on watching it out here?”

“Right, that. I barely even noticed that we were here.” Which was surprising, however, this could easily be blamed on the sleep deprivation and the Peter’s distracting presence.

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27 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so why is my heart broke?

tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings: angst, cursing (as always), and i think that's it

summary: you almost got hurt because of a fight between Spider-Man and the villain of the week. now Peter's trying to stop it from happening again

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?”

“I can’t keep putting you in danger like this,” Peter said.

“That doesn’t mean you break up with me, you dumbass.” You took a look at his face before continuing. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course, I’m serious. I can’t see you get hurt again and again because I’m Spider-Man.”

“I get hurt once because I was somewhere the fight got to, and somehow this is what it results in? No, Peter, I refuse.”

“You can’t refuse,” he states, albeit with some confusion. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Peter Motherfucker Parker, I refuse to let you break up with me.”

“I refuse to let you refuse to let me break up with you.”

“I wasn’t even involved in the fight before the villain of the week fucking crashed into the cafe I was picking up coffee from. How could this have resulted from you being Spider-Man? If anyone else was fighting them, the same thing would have happened.”

“Everyone who I have loved while being Spider-Man has been hurt by this, and I refuse to let you be a victim of the Parker curse.”

“I will stay right here beside you to show you that there is no such thing. There is simply the fact that I love you Peter Parker, and I will not leave your side.”

“And it is because of that that I can’t let you stay. I can’t see you get hurt.”

“Well this is hurting me. I’m in love with you and you just want me to leave? I can’t Peter. I can’t see you getting banged up on TV and know that I can’t do anything to help. I can’t leave you.”

“But you should.”

“When has that ever decided what I was going to do? What we were going to do? Fuck what I should do,” I exclaimed.

“I can’t lose you. No matter how much this would hurt both of us, it would never compare to the pain of losing you.”

“And the same applies to you. Do you think I would be okay knowing that you had, that you had died out there, fighting an alien or some shit? I can barely handle the idea of breaking up with you and yet you want me to live knowing that you are out there risking your life every day without anyone on your side? No one there to patch you up when you get hurt? No one who knows what you’re going through every time you show up with bruises and cuts?”

“And what would happen to me if you weren’t there because of me? Because I can’t live without knowing that you were safe. No matter how difficult it is to leave you, there’s no option here where you’re safe. There’s never been one as soon as you chose me.”

“And I’m going to keep choosing you. I am always going to choose you, Peter. Despite all the dangers and slightly insane ideas, I love you.”

That seemed to cause the last remaining bits of fight left in him to dissipate. “I love you too. Despite your stubbornness.”

“Hey, I think that it’s warranted right now. You were about to lose the best thing in your life because you got scared of something that wasn’t your fault. Someone had to do something about it,” You retorted.

“I’m glad someone did.”

108 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[gay-salt-amber]

How about a ask based off a mall trip? Weird I know, but I'm craving that 7/11 rn and reading your Valentines Day fic sparked the idea somewhat The prompt basically is everyone in the dorms minus the some are separated during a break and that's not sitting right with everyone so they all set up a plan to take a day in the city! (All while "abducting" Riddle and Idia from their parents home, Floyd says it's not abducting it's saving). They go to the biggest mall in Twisted Wonderland and spend time there, dares were made and they shopped until they can't hold their things that much, but before that they spend some time and watched a film in the movie theater (I see some shippy moments of Kalim holding onto Jamil and Floyd being a smart ass giving him a thumbs up before Riddle or Azul smacks him, also I can't get the image of Trey and Jade behind Riddle who's between Cater and Floyd both getting popcorn and snacks from his lap and he's just RED like O////o "help") and the gang eats in the food court and they all just have a fun ol time.

It has nothing to do with the next gen of my previous ask but ye!

Also, I have a solution of your multishipper heart that I suffer with as well; Mixing

For me I like Riddle x Floyd and I also like Trey x Jade but also like Trey x Riddle and Trey x Cater, so I made them into kind of one big poly ship or wrote them as neighbors

Because of that when I saw Epel x Savanaclaw but also First Years as Poly I was like, "Oh, perfect mixing opportunity!" So, for me at least how I see it up to you, it'd be Epel, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Leona, and Ruggie as one large relationship. I'd add Ace too but I like KalJamAce so I literally only see-

Ace: "You two are just jealous I'm dating two second years"

Epel: "Bitch we're dating each other, a second year, a third year, AND all our boyfriends can easily kick your boyfriend's asses!"

Nothing to do with that, just wanted to let you know and hope it amuses you. I'm awkward in ask since I'm a sly blob who thinks I'm weird, so hi. Shy blob here and shy blob is gonna start drawing some art based off your helpful headcanons, hope you're having a awesome day. - Raven/Rae (she/they)

So, I already did the first one a little bit but, I will write about the foot court and theater one! This wont be a full fanfic but it'll be snippets since ig that's my thing now! Also im putting Epel x Savanaclaw and Floyd x Cater x Riddle x Che'nya in here cuz this is my blog and I can :/

The film they go see is prolly a comedy, Rook and Vil wanted to go to a romance movie but were outvoted -w-

They over-do the butter on the popcorn but who's complaining? Certainty not them

Ruggie was gonna bring in his own candy but Leona bought him as much as he (and Epel) wanted when they got there... No matter how much Ruggie may have protested

Ruggie has his head on Leona's shoulder the whole time since there's a tall guy infront of them (One of the Leech twins prolly) and can't see the screen otherwise

Rook and Vil would be talking about the filming job and Vil would be like, "Thank goodness I didn't take this movie offer" and the movies worth like 1M with like a bunch of older and richer actors and it weirds everyone else out

So, Kalim cries from laughing very easily so he just has his arms around Jamil while crying-laughing into his shoulder

Riddle def is the one who smacks Floyd for laughing

Che'nya pops up next to Floyd, Riddle and Cater and they all quietly gasped, gave him kisses and hugs then went back to watching the movie with their other bf

Epel is trying so hard to not laugh at the dirty jokes cuz he knows Vil will flick him over the head for it (Rook is trying to hold back too dw) so he goes and sits with Leoruggie and just dies laughing at the next joke

So, Jack is sitting right on Leona's left side and Leona is whispering spoilers to him, bonus is that he's never seen the movie, hes just whispering random shit to him like, "He ends up dating her" or, "They get their head blown off"

During one of the final songs of the movie, Idia hacks into the speakers are Rick Rolls everyone

Floyd, Lilia, Kalim and Cater don't stay for the after credit scene because "We wanna be surprised for the next one!"

When they go to the food court, Che'nya wanted to do the Lady and the Tramp pasta thingy and Riddle goes, "Well how are we gonna do it? We don't have a four-way pasta noodle." And Floyd, being the dirty minded boy he is the second he heard four-way he started dying laughing, the other two joined in and it took Riddle 5 seconds to get it and he turned beat red

Jade and Trey get pastries and Cater films them reviewing them like their fucking Gordan Ramsey

"we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed"-Ace Trappola 2xxx

They went clothing shopping and Epel and Kalim were trying on some things and asking their partners opinions, only one out of four of them gave any feedback and that was Leona since for some reason he wasn't overly flustered by how pretty Epel looked

Riddle wants help to look more androgynous and the minute that was said Che'nya was ALL over that shit like what did Riddle want? Shoes? Skirts? Pants? Hair stuff? He didn't care if it made Riddle happy so be it

Epel gets nervous when it comes to holding Leona's hand until Leona just sighs and initiates it and says, "If you wanna do it, just fucking do it."

Floyd gets them onto the roof somehow and they go up there and chill despite Riddles protest about it at first

They gave Rook the aux cord on the way back, big mistake

Leona buys them all alcohol afterwards and they all go to the Ramshackle dorm to enjoy themselves for the night

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Ik this is like super short but y'know ;-; also good luck with the fanart im really excited to see it :D -Amber

[grasslandgirl]

helloooooo I would LOVE to hear what your incomprehensible hardshine nonsense entails👀👀👀 there is a CRIMINAL lack of hardshine fic on ao3 tbhhhhhhh

i already answered this one here, but for YOU darling benny i am MORE than happy to offer an additional snippet. also i have sooososooo many thoughts 😳

Hardwon was dabbing paint on one of his few larger canvasses when someone knoked on the door to his studio. “Hardwon?” Moonshine called, and he could hear Pawpaw scratching gently where the bottom of the door met the jamb on the floor. “Can I come in really quick?”  “What? No, no, gimme a sec-” Hardwon said quickly, terrified that Moonshine was going to bust into his studio of his own accord, but apparently Lucanus and Beverly had finally gotten through to Moonshine about personal privacy, because she waited quietly and didn’t try to open the door. Hardwon scrambled, picking up the canvas he was working on and tilting it face-down against a wall and shoving the scattered pages into stacks and hiding them beneath cups and pallets and empty canvasses.  “Uh, hey,” Hardwon said, trying not to sound out of breath, as he poked his head out the door, trying to block the crack between the door and the jamb with his body so Moonshine couldn’t see in, “Whats up?” "Uh, well,” Moonshine tugged a hand through her hair as she hesitated, knocking a few tiny mushrooms loose that tumbled slowly to the floor. She smiled at him, a little nervous, a little sheepish. “Peepaw Luc’s birthday is comin’ up and I was- I dunno- I wanted to do somethin’, like, big because it’s the first birthday he’s had with, well, me? If that makes sense?”  “Yeah, I get that-” Hardwon shrugged as best as he could with his shoulders shoved between the door and the wall- “you remember how wild my mom went when we were in Shadowfell the first time.” “Yeah, well, Hardwon, I was wonderin’ if- and you don’t have to, I know your stuff is like, personal, and I don’t wanna make you do anythin’ you dont want to- but I was wonderin’ if you’d help me make something for Peepaw Luc? Like with paints and drawing and stuff? I wanted to do a big portrait thing of him and me and Meemaw and Pawpaw and you and Bev and maybe some of the other Crick folk, and maybe Mavrus and Erdan; and then have, like, the Grandma Tree in the background but it has all the lights from the streets of Gladeholm in it?” Moonshine laughed a little, “I dunno, you’re better at the whole art visualization thing than I am.” That, more than her asking for his help in the first place, threw Hardwon for a loop. That she thought so highly of him, despite only seeing a handful of his crude, old drawings- ones of Gemma that he’d carried like a lifeline until Frostwind, and buried like a coffin afterward. That Moonshine Cybin, fungal queen and water daughter, Titan of Bahumia that killed Thiala, thought he was better than her at anything, that she came to him to ask for help.  “Uh, sure,” Hardwon said, unthinking, and before he could spare a second to regret his decision, Moonshine was beaming at him like her namesake. How was he supposed to regret anything, with her smiling at him like that? “Really? Ugh, Hardwon, thank you I do not know what I’d do without you!” Moonshine leaned down to scoop Pawpaw up from where he was lounging at her feet, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead. “D’you hear that, Pawpaw? Hardwon’s gonna help me paint a family portrait. Who’d’a thought, last year,” Moonshine said, turning back to Hardwon, “I’d know who my daddy was, and have an artist help me make a family portrait for him?” Hardwon shrugged, but couldn’t keep Moonshine’s contagious smile off his face. “Who’d of thought last year, I’d have a family at all?"

but YEAH you're so right there are SOOO FEW hardshine fics in the tag <//3 the naddpod tag on ao3 in general is just. very thin 🤧 be the change you want to see in the world, i guess <3

send me the name of a wip off of this list and i'll reply with a snippet and/or my thoughts on it !!

[yerawizardharreh]

Alright, here we go. I'm not great with words but it's the end of the year and I just wanted to say this. I'm also putting it under read more because it got long and it'll be easier to skip!

I created this tumblr not too long ago because I wanted to be an active part of the redacted community and I ended up meeting some of the best people on here and I just wanna thank all of you for being so welcoming and so nice to me. Whether we interact everyday or once every few days or even never, you all made my year so much better and I wish you nothing but happiness and success in this new year. I get a little nervous and shy interacting with new people but hey, I'm planning to work on that!

The amount of talent this community has is insane and I wanna thank everyone for sharing their work wether it's fics, art, hcs or anything really. I have a lot of fun scrolling through the redacted tag and I'm so happy to see a lot of people enjoy the same things I do.

I look forward forward interacting with more people this new year!

Now, I wanna thank some of my mutual because I appreciate them a lot and I might not say it but they need to know!

@lostinanothersmemories Where do I even start with you...Thank you for encouraging me to post and being so nice and sweet ! I stress too much and I'm anxious about everything but you were really supportive and also provided most of the ideas for the headcanons about Xavier. Thank you so much bby. And also for blessing me with your ideas everyday, you make me feel so included and I feel nothing but joy when talking to you (even with your angst brain) you're such good friend and so talented, I enjoy talking to you so so much, ily 💓or whatever.

@teasandcardigans and you, my dear, I appreciate you so much, I'm so thankful to call you a friend and to have met you. Thank you for being yourself and allowing me to ramble to you about anything and everything and for sharing snippets of your life with me as well! You're multitalented and it's alwsy so impressive to see how much you can do! You're so precious and deserve everything good this world has to offer. Ily!

@cottagecorexboy thank you for sharing your wonderful ideas with me in our convo! Also I really like your Royal AU posts, they're so entertaining and fun to read!

@teddybasmanov I'm not gonna lie, I was very intimidated by you when I first joined but I texted you and you were nothing but nice and sweet! Thank you so much for all the convos we had and also for introducing me to Major Grom!

@lovelexis Thank you for being so nice and rambling with me about the videos and Demon Slayer too! I have a lot of fun with you. <3

@themonotonysyndrome We haven't been talking for a long time but I enjoy talking to you! I like how you detail everything in our convos and I'm also a big big fan of your work!!!

@horny4adam4ever your user still makes me laugh but Anyway, you're the first other French redacted fan I met on here and it feels really good to know you enjoy this too! You're so nice and I'm so glad you came back!!!

@ashs-stars, BESTIE I'm so glad we started talking, you're so fun and your reactions are so fun to read!

@blutomindpretzel we didn't talk a lot bUT I have a lot of fun stressing with you about the last few videos and I can't wait to hear what you think about the one dropping today!

@romirola we haven't interacted much but thank you for allowing me to nerd out about my theories and replying with your own! I look forwards to talking to you more!

@free-boundsoul we also haven't interacted much but you seem like  a genuinly nice person and I would love to get to know you more!

@1small-frogs I love how we bonded over our love for the redacted Villans, you have wonderful taste jsbsjs and also your cursed Kody is still my absolute favorite thing.

@bruh-im-aggro @sunsable @cryptixmoth @undeniablyemily we did not interact that much but from the little interactions we had, you all seem so nice and fun to talk to and I hope we can interact more in the future!

I'm so sorry if I forgot anyone but just know I appreciate all my mutual no matter how little we interacted and I look forwards to going into this new year with all of you, thank you for making me feel included in this fandom and I love all of you! May 2022 find all of you well and I wish you nothing but happiness and the best this new year!

I'm done being a sap now, ily all