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Masterlist* ˚ 💕

Steven Universe:

Lightyear: Steven Universe x Gem! Reader

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Steven Universe x PTSD! Gem! Reader 

Commission:  Steven x PTSD Reader? I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort fics, so maybe a story about Steven comforting the reader through a nightmare, panic attack, or trigger in the field? I feel like his own trauma would be perfect for comforting/understanding what another persons trauma feels like. :3

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Steven was your friend, someone you hung out with quite a lot, the gems at first didn’t take a liking to you, at first because you were one of the gems found in the kindergarten poofed. But with Steven’s enthusiasm in allowing you to be reformatted the gems allowed you to join them.

It was hard at first trying to fit in an otherwise strange world with new faces and new gems. Before you were poofed you had been with another gem named Hassonite she was a gem that was one of your “owners” basically an aristocrat that was given to her. Hassie was everything to you, she even on numerous occasions allowed you to come with her to earth. 

Unfortunately for you, the gem war was far from over when you both arrived there. She immediately got shattered and left you alone. As you weren’t a high ranking or any other gem you couldn’t fight back and instead was poofed yourself. This left you with trauma, as your only friend was brutally murdered, you were spared, but that didn’t excuse the lifelong trauma you were facing. 

Back to the present you woke up screaming, normally gems don’t need to sleep, but you found yourself becoming more and more human, adapting to Steven’s weird human lifestyle, you find it amazing and interesting. But besides that… Screaming all night and day became a part of your life. It has been a hard few weeks adjusting to life with the gems and Steven and often awoken to Hassie being hurt and all you could do is watch. 

The screaming was alerted by a tired Steven who heard it, you slept on the couch at the beach house, it wasn’t an issue, but Steven offered to sleep on the couch while they worked on a place for you in the Beach House but you rejected not wanting to intrude on Steven. He wandered to the couch only to see you shaking and mumbling Hassie’s name over and over. 

Trauma. 

Steven knew that. He understood that. He had mother issues as people will label it, but his issues were far beyond that. He suffered from a lot of things, he could almost never really get help for, he always believed that other people needed help, and he was just being a burden. 

Trauma.

He’s seen it in a lot of gems. Lapis’ abuse, Amethyst's Defectiveness, Pearl’s Longing for his mother, and of course, Spinel’s Abandonment, out of all the gems, Spinel had the worst so far. Pearl is alongside her, but he could’ve seen himself in Spinel. His mom up and abandoned him instead of sticking by, because he knew it was possible for her to stay. But instead he had to clean up every single issue that his mom left behind in her wake. The pain and suffering of many gems that was caused because of a conflict she could handle. Steven was annoyed he never got a childhood. But he forgotten he was excited to join the gems on battling. As he was the one with the Rose Quartz gem, if only he knew it was a lie…

What was Steven thinking about again?

Oh right, (G/n). He cautiously walked down his loft and into the living room with concern written on his face. He never heard you act like this. He needed to approach you with caution, dealing with Spinel taught him he needed to approach delicately in situations and make sure the person wouldn’t lash out. Steven made his way up to you and sat down next to you. You yelped and smacked Steven by accident. 

“It’s just me, (G/n) no need to worry.” He said. 

“Steven?” You question. 

“Yup, that’s me.” He noticed your shaking stopped slightly and you seemed to calm around him. He began to take that as a sign. 

“So…” Steven began, “What got you yelling like that?” He asked. Your face paled. 

“You… Heard that?” You asked. 

“Yes.” He said. 

“...Well, I don’t know… It’s just… Well. I am scared.” You admitted. 

“Of what?” Steven asked. 

You took a deep breath. 

“That wasn’t the same (G/n) you heard before, I-” You began, your voice beginning to get shaky. Steven grabbed both your hands in his and looked at your eyes. 

“Slow down and tell me slowly.” He said. 

You nodded and continued. “What you heard was one of my many PTSD Nightmares. I… I was known as (G/n)-1A3L. I was given to a Hassonite lovingly referred to as Hassie…” You looked longingly at whatever you were trying to look at. 

“But then she died. She was shattered in front of me when we arrived on Earth for a mission by Yellow Diamond. I was spared, I don’t know why they didn’t kill me right there and now, I lost my purpose the day Hassie died.” You said, your lip trembled. 

“Ah, so you have survivors guilt. I know that feeling… I one time shattered Jasper by accident, and I tried to fix her. I was scared I killed her, but I managed to save her. There’s many other gems that weren’t lucky and I couldn’t save them. I can understand how you feel. But you know the best part?” He asked. 

“What?” You asked. 

“It happened, and it’s over, you may have lost someone close to you. But just because they died doesn’t mean it’s over for you. As long as you fight for them and show them in the gem afterlife that you are happy. You can do anything. But we all got to understand most of it isn’t our fault, and we cannot help them. They wouldn’t want us to suffer. They would be happy to see us move on…” Steven said. 

You sniffled. “Is that the case, how would you know what’s best for me?” You asked. 

“I don’t. It’s up to you, I just give advice. I normally don’t look after myself until I corrupt myself or have the gems worry.” Steven said, you sighed. 

“Why would you have others worry for you like that?” You asked. 

“It’s something I don’t understand myself either, I was overwhelmed by the amount of things said by my mother at first, it was all positive and I wanted to be her, so I genuinely began to help others and then… Years passed and I found out all that was said was a lie sort of, and I began to frantically help people and involuntarily corrupt myself. Which I didn’t even know was possible.” Steven admits. 

“Sounds like you and I have different trauma but similar issues. We push ourselves and beat ourselves up. Sometimes we think that it’s not enough and that we need to do more, but… Sometimes what we’re looking for after all comes years later.” you said, looking at Steven. 

“What are you saying, (G/n)?” Steven asked. 

“I’m saying, the thing I was looking for was you. After Hassie’s death, I looked for something to try and fix me. Something I wanted to help with. Then… I became friends with you. I realized what you were… I was looking for my miracle my angel, Hassie sent me you.” You said, Steven smiled and hugged you as the two of you cuddled. The next morning Pearl found the two of you cuddled on the couch and she covered the both of you with a blanket. 

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♡ S/I Ask Meme ♡

Some s/i asks so people can get to know your s/i because I don't rlly see those often & I have some ideas

What is your s/i's name & pronouns?

How similar is your s/i to you? Are they a carbon copy, completely different or a mix of the two?

Does your s/i have a full backstory yet? Or is it still in the works? If it's done can we see it?

How did your s/i feel when they first met your f/o(s)? How do they feel about them now?

Do you speak about your s/i in first or third person?

Has your s/i undergone any design/story changes since they were first made?

Give us 3 random facts abt your s/i!

Does your s/i have any kind of powers?

Does your s/i have any hobbies that you don't have?

How many s/i's do you have? Do you use the same s/i for multiple f/os or make completely different ones?

Does you s/i have one outfit they're always seen in or multiple?

Can we see a picture of your s/i?

Would you ever want to cosplay as your s/i?

Does your s/i get jealous easily?

Does your s/i interact with any other self shippers s/i's?

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f/o ask game: nature edition

oak - who’s the more emotional one? how do you balance each other out in this aspect?

mist - how does your f/o help you out when you’re feeling lost?

stars - what kind of a date would your f/o take you on?

apple - do you and your f/o cook together? what do you make?

dove - what kind of wedding would you and your f/o have?

storm - what are cozy days in with your f/o like?

ivy - how do you take care of each other when you’re sick?

fawn - do you and your f/o play video games together? which ones?

peaches - how did you and your f/o meet?

pine - do you believe in love at first sight?

pond - how do you get along with your f/o’s friends?

mushroom - give a headcanon of your f/o

moonlight - freebie! say anything you’d like about your f/o

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🍼👶 Child F/O Ask Game!! 👶🍼

I can barely find any ask games for children F/Os or fankids, so I decided to make one myself!! These are for characters that are your children, canon or fanmade!!

Be sure to send an ask with one of these to whoever you reblog it from!! Keep the love going!! 💖

General

👶 - Are they your adopted or biological kid?

🧑‍🍼 - If adopted, how did you find them/know they were the one?

🤰 - If biological, how was the pregnancy on you/your romantic f/o?

🚼 - Were you planning on having a kid/kids? Were they planned or a surprise?

🎂 - How old are they now? If adopted, how old were they when they joined your family? How old were you/your s/i and your romantic f/o when they joined your family?

👨‍👩‍👧 - How many kids do you have? Are they all from the same canon, or from different ones? If from different canons, do you raise them with the same f/o or different ones?

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have siblings? Are they the older/oldest or younger/youngest sibling? How do they get along with each other?

💑 - Are they more like you or your romantic f/o? Or are they more like a familial f/o in their life?

👩‍👦 ‐ What's their relationship like with you and your f/o? Do they prefer one of you over the other (momma's boy, daddy's girl, ect.)?

💬 - What do they call you and your f/o (ex: momma, dad, ren, ect.)?

👥 - Are any other characters from their canon apart of the family (uncles, grandparents, ect.)? Do you have a relationship to those other characters?

🚀 - For neurodivergant children: what's their special interest(s)? Do they stim?

👻 - Do they have any phobias/fears, rational or not?

Baby/Toddler/Young Kid Years

🧸 - What's their favorite toy? Do they have a favorite line/type of toys (Barbies, My Little Ponies, Hot Wheels, ect.)?

🔊 - How loud are they? Were they noisy/cried a lot, or very quiet?

🍎 - Are they a picky eater? What's their favorite food? What can you never get them to eat?

🤢 - How messy are they? Did they draw on the walls, make mud pies, ect.?

💡 - What are they scared of? The dark, spiders, monsters under the bed, ect.?

🐶 - What kind of pet would they beg for? How successful were they in getting it?

🫂 - Do they like to be held/carried?

👸 - Who's their favorite Disney princess/character? If not, any other characters?

🎅 - Did they believe in Santa? Do they still?

😈 - Do they get into a lot of trouble? How often do they get grounded/put in timeout?

Pre-Teen/Teenage Years

🏳️‍🌈 - What's their sexual orientation? How did they come out to you?

🏳️‍⚧️ - What's their gender orientation? How did they come out to you?

🙇 - Did they go through a rebellious phase? What was that like?

🤬 - What's your worst fight you've had with them? How do you resolve it?

🙄 - Is there anything about their attitude/what they do that annoys you?

🤕 - Were they bullied in school? How did you handle it?

📚 - How are their grades? Are they book smart/enjoy school?

😎 - Are they popular with others their age? Do they have a lot of friends or a smaller tight knit friend group?

🎮 - Do they have any hobbies/extra curricular activities?

🎉 - What's their aesthetic like? Do they belong to a group that influences it (scene, goth, emo, ect.)?

🌻 - Which "-core" would they be interested in (ex: cottagecore, angelcore, kidcore)?

🍺 - Have you ever caught them doing something illegal/they shouldn't have been doing? How did you react?

Young Adult Years

🧑‍🎓 - Do they go to college/go for any form of higher education, or do they stop at high school and start to work?

🧑‍🔧 - What's their first job? Is it anything like their dream job/career?

🏠 - When do they leave home? Do they move out immediately or need some time/help first?

👰 - If/When they get married, what's your father-daughter/mother-son/parent-child dance song?

🧑‍🦳 - Will you become a grandparent? How many of them have/will have kids of their own?

Appearance

💇 - How long is their hair? What texture is it? What color is it? Is it dyed?

🧍 - How tall are they? What's their body type like?

👁 - What's their eye color? Do they have any conditions like heterochromia?

🤓 - Do they wear contacts or use perscription glasses?

👄 - Do they have braces/a retainer?

👂 - Do they have any piercings?

🖐 - What's their complexion like?

💝 - What are three things they like about their appearance?

💔 - What are three things they dislike about their appearance?

💏 - Do they look like you or your F/O? Do people assume you're related or are shocked to learn?

🧑‍🦽 - Do they have any disabilities, mental or physical? Are they from birth or occuried during their life/lives?

Most and Least

🎨 - Most artistic? Least?

🎭 - Most dramatic? Least?

🏀 - Most athletic? Least?

🎵 - Most musically inclined? Least?

🍼 - Most childish? Least?

👔 - Most responsible? Least?

👗 - Most fashion oriented? Least?

🍬 - Biggest sweet tooth? Least?

🎓 - Smartest? Least?

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Polyamorous Rung X Whirl X Kup X Rodimus Prime X Swerve X Rose (OC Cybertronian) – Pregnancy (COMMISSION)

A/N – Hey @lxvlyrxse, here is your commission, I hope that you’re happy with it. Thanks for giving me the extra day to complete it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Word Count: 2076

Rose vented air through zir systems, pacing the length of Rung’s hab-suite. Ze was waiting for Rung to return so ze could have a much-needed talk with him about their relationship. Ideally, Rose also needed to speak with Kup, Whirl, Rodimus, and Swerve as well, since they were all in a polyamorous relationship together and this news would affect them just as much as it would affect Rose and Rung, but Rose wasn’t ready for that yet and ze needed to speak to Rung first.

Checking zir internal chronometer, Rose found that Rung was running late. This wasn’t overly unusual on cycles that Rung worked. Although he hated being late in returning home to his loved ones, Rung had his patients to consider, and so his appointments usually ran over their allotted times.

Anxious and impatient, Rose continued pacing, though ze soon found it harder to do so without slipping as the floor began to ice over. Rose glanced at the floor and forced zirself to sit down so ze wouldn’t slip. While an icy floor on a ship without weather might have been unusual for some, it was fairly standard for Rose. It was simply zer outlier ability acting up. Sometimes it was problematic to be a bot whose emotions influenced the weather, but Rose tried not to think about it too much.

Instead, Rose sent a message to Rung over zir internal communicator, warning him to be careful not to slip when he returned.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rung returned to his hab-suite, smiling openly when he saw Rose, though his smile had a sympathetic twinge to it that hinted he was about to ask probing questions to determine what was worrying Rose enough to make it snow. Rung couldn’t help that aspect of his personality; he was, after all, a psychiatrist.

“Rose, my darling,” Rung carefully walked over to zir, kissing zir cheek plates. “I’m sorry I was late. How have you been?”

Rose held out zer hands for Rung to hold, and he took them as he sat down in the chair opposite zirs.

“Not great,” Rose answered, seeing little point in lying about how anxious ze was feeling when snow was still falling in the hab-suite, giving away zer mood.

“Is something wrong?”

Rose averted zer gaze, picking over zer words carefully smiling whimsically despite feeling somewhat nervous. “I wouldn’t say wrong, per se. I’m actually really happy… but- It’s hard to explain without outright saying it, I suppose.”

Upon seeing Rose stumble over zer words, Rung decided to speak up again, “Would you like me to call the others?”

Rose shook zer head, “No… At least, not yet. I just wanted it to be us for a minute.”

“Alright,” Rung agreed and after that, he simply waited for Rose to speak zer mind.

Although it had been Rose who had invited Rung and waited impatiently for him to arrive back at his hab-suite, ze still wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Rose thought it would have been easier to compose a basic speech that conveyed everything ze had learned over the past few cycles and while the news was good, Rose still found zerself at a loss of what to say.

Finally, Rose just decided to come out and say what was on zer, without any imposing declarations or grandiose speech. Ze looked into Rung’s optics, remembering the day ze fell in love with him, smiled, and said in a voice that was just above a whisper, “I’m pregnant.”

Rung gasped, his cooling fans whirring, cooling his processor as he thought about everything that meant.

“You are?” He asked, ecstatic about what this would mean for Rose and the others in the relationship. He knew how long Rose had wanted to be a sparkling carrier and now it had finally happened. Then again, Rung also knew that Rose had lost sparklings in previous relationships, their fragile sparks so difficult to maintain nowadays.

Suddenly, Rung’s helm snapped up in another thought.

“You’re telling me first,” He queried, cupping Rose’s cheek in his servo.

Rose leaned into the touch, and Rung could practically imagine zer glowing.

“It’s the coding,” Rose explained. Any carrier could read the coding of any sparklings they carried; it told them little pieces of information such as how stable the sparkling was, or even who their creators were if there were more than one, which there usually weren’t since back in the old days most Cybertronians reproduced asexually.

“The coding?” Rung dared to ask.

“You’re the father,” Rose confirmed, using a term that ze had picked up from zer time on Earth instead of the typical Cybertronian response.

Rung removed his glasses, wiping away the coolant that leaked from his optics. He wanted to see and remember everything about your facial expression, without having his vision clouded by tears.

For the next few clicks, Rung and Rose sat in a warm embrace, with his helm pressed into the crook of zir neck and zir chin resting on his shoulder plates. Nothing needed to be said and Rung felt like he was the happiest Cybertronian in the universe. He knew that Rose felt the same now that ze had shared zir news, primarily because it had stopped snowing and they were now encompassed by a warm breeze.

Yet, as ecstatic as Rung was, he felt that they shouldn’t keep the news to themselves, and so after conferring further with Rose, the two of them had plans to meet the others in Rose’s hab-suite, which was by far the largest and had room for all six of them.

Before Rung could leave however, Rose dragged him back, with a devilish grin. Rung smiled in return, hopelessly in love with zir. He let himself be pulled back, enjoying the press of Rose’s lips against his. Ze kissed him breathless, tugging lightly at his neck cables.

Then, when they parted, Rose leaned in close to his audial units and whispered, “It’s twins, by the way.”

“Twins!” Rung exclaimed, both shocked and excited, but he didn’t get a response as Rose skipped away. He ran after zir, calling out that they should see a medic for a check-up first, something which he felt should have been his first thought, but Rose was far too intent on meeting up with the other four loves of zir life.

When Rung and Rose got to zir hab-suite, Rodimus was sitting with Kup, listening to one of the old mech's war stories, Whirl was playing an old-school copy of Wolfenstein which was one of the few things that kept him quiet for a while, though even then he stopped to yell obscenities at the Nazis, and Swerve was practicing fancy cocktail moves, though judging by the spilled Energon on the floor, he had failed more times than he’d succeeded.

“Rose!” The four cheered in a combined greeting. It was followed by a less organised chorus consisting of, “Reng!” “Ring!” “Rang!” and “Rong!”

Rung only smiled and shook his head. It annoyed and saddened him when other bots got his name wrong, but he knew that his four lovers were only teasing him and were fully capable of remembering his name.

The four abandoned their tasks, eager to embrace Rose and Rung into a group hug, however, Rung quickly stepped in front of Rose, intercepting the brunt of the hug and earning more than a few confused looks.

“O-kay… What the frag was that about?” Rodimus asked.

“Language!” Kup admonished him, hating it that the younger bots swore so freely.

“Frag, fraggity, frag, frag, frag,” Whirl sang, though he was doing it more to annoy Kup than he was to defend Rodimus.

The three of them broke into a petty squabble, leaving only Swerve to ask why Rung had stopped them all from embracing Rose.

“Hey Rung,” He said, trying to be casual. “Is something weird with you? Or wrong? Or did you just like need more love? It was that, wasn’t it? Are you not feeling loved? Because I can be more attentive. What do you need? More talking? Less talking? Someone to listen to you? I can hold you if-”

Rung held up his servos in an attempt to calm Swerve down, “Swerve, please, everything is fine. It’s just that Rose has some news and ah, well, ze’s in a rather delicate condition right now.”

Rung’s statement caught everyone’s attention, and they all stopped their bickering, looking at both Rose and Rung intently. Rose smiled, shaking zer head at the five of them.

Ze headed over to the circular sofa and motioned for the five of them to sit as well. Rung sat by Rose’s side, resting his arm over zir shoulders. The others took their places, facing opposite Rose and Rung so the pair could pay attention to all of them whilst talking.

“So, what’s going on?” Rodimus asked, impatient as ever and desperate for some good news.

“Well,” Rose smiled, glad for Rung’s supporting hold. “I suppose I should just come out with it. I’m carrying sparklings!”

Ze waited, expecting a chorus of congratulations, or maybe even a barrage of questions. Instead, everyone was eerily quiet. Rose looked to Rung, who glanced back at zer somewhat grimly, having expected that the news might overwhelm their partners.

“Alright,” Rung said, stepping forward and taking precedent over the situation. “Let’s all talk this out.”

With Rung’s soothing presence and understanding of the mind, it was quickly discovered why everyone was so despondent over such joyous news. Although the six bots had all discussed having sparklings at one point or another, it seemed that none of them, except Rung and Rose had been prepared for it to happen so soon.

As the parenting bots, they knew that it would be Rung and Rose doing most of the parenting, but they all still worried about how they would impact such young, fragile lives. Kup had lived through the worst parts of the Cybertronian war, longer than most, and even though the war was over, he still worried that Cybertron might slip back into its old ways, and the idea of raising sparklings in a universe full of wars and violence terrified him.

Rodimus was concerned that he couldn’t even run his own ship well as the captain which often led his crew to disaster. He didn’t feel that he had what it took to be a leader, a friend… a parent. How could the sparklings love him when he didn’t even like himself?

Swerve worried that with so many bots to love them, the sparklings wouldn’t need him in their lives. He knew he wasn’t the smartest bot in the room or even the bravest. So, what did he have to offer when everyone else was so much more prepared?

Whirl felt the least prepared out of everyone. He was a Wrecker. Wreckers didn’t make families. They didn’t succeed in loving relationships. They wrecked things. Even if Whirl didn’t destroy this and somehow succeeded in being part of a family, who was to say that someone else wouldn’t destroy this for him? Whirl had lost everything, his hands face and very life had been stolen from him, and it terrified him to think that two sparklings might be stolen from him as well.

Despite their fears, Rung managed to talk each member of their group through their concerns, until finally, they each allowed themselves the tiniest rays of hope. While Rose should have been happy with the change in their countenance, ze soon found zerself chagrined as the five bots began doting on zer too much to be comfortable.

Over the following weeks, they were insistent that Rose had to attend regular medical check-ups, or they would practically lock zer in zer hab-suite to make sure ze was resting. There were arguments among the bots over how much exercise Rose needed versus whether it was too strenuous. Then there were extra stockpiles of Energon delivered to Rose, as well as gifts, datapads filled with information on carrying sparklings, and various other things which Rose had no say in.

Stuck in zer hab-suite, Rose was forced to ask zer mentor, Ultra Magnus for help, and while he chided Rose for causing a general disruption to the ship by way of zer love interests, he was actually immensely happy for zer; it was about time the ship saw some happiness, even if led to some general disturbances.

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something about loving a character and wishing the narrative did too

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Julieta: [falls]

Agustín: JULI, ARE YOU O-

Julieta: Gus, are you okay?

Agustín: Am I? You're the one that just fell.

Julieta: I don't care, are you okay?

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Luisa: My uterus needs to stop cutting off its oxygen and act like an adult.

Camilo: What.

Luisa: Period cramps are caused by your uterus contracting so hard it cuts off its oxygen, which sends a pain signal to the brain.

Camilo: Why couldn't you just say you had cramps??

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Okay, I believe you're all well-due for an update.

I've left Stanley in the lounge with 306, I'm off to fetch some food (Does anybody know if he likes Panera?), and hopefully get him some proper medical attention. You'd be surprised at how difficult that last part has been.

If you can, make sure he gets water. I'll only be out for a little while.

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 Alice, you seem to have time all mixed up.

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Isabela the second she wakes up and nobody says happy birthday to her the second she gets up: Well happy birthday to me, because everyone forgot!

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I love the art! Have you drawn My Hubby Blitzwing though??? ;0

Thank you! And yes! I've drawn him a few times~ :)

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Félix: Hello my beautiful son! Just wondering, did you eat my hummus as it seems to have disappeared and I was so looking forward to it.

Camilo: Maybe.

Félix: Fucker.

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Today I want to say thank you to all the people in the fandom who are not artists doing fanart or writers doing fanfics.

People who are posting screenshots or making wallpapers, people who create and manage discord fan groups, people who make podcasts, vlogs, people who look for foreign artists not on the usual social media platform (from South Asia communities like pixiv and the like) and share with US and European audiences the fanart.

All the non creators who still spend a lot of their time and effort in keeping the fandom alive.

To all of you my friends, we are grateful!

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.