› genre: smut
› word count: 2k+
› au: art student/math TA!jaebum, art student!reader
› synopsis: separate art competitions are keeping them from seeing each other and a heartfelt conversation turns into phone sex.
“I’ll post the headcanons one or two at a time,” I thought. “That way it won’t be one big infodump like last time," I thought. Then the first two I tried to work on kluged together into modernAU!fic, which I don’t think either of the askers had in mind, and this is the result. -_- Sometimes my brain works in mysterious ways. So here’s my response to the first two questions - I’ll be spacing the others out, a few days apart so it’s not everything all at once.
Gen, illustrated, 2,209 words, one-shot
Vio looked up from his laptop as the sounds of Nerf warfare filtered through the dorm wall.
It’s better than nothing, I suppose some doors have opened, others closed but I couldn’t see you exposed to the horrors behind some of those Somebody said: listen don’t you know what you’re missing? You should be kissing him instead of dissing him like a punk But you only tell me you love me when you’re drunk
“Howdy! It’s me, TWINKLY. TWINKLY the TWINKLE! I owe you a HUGE thanks! You really did a number on ol’ Neptune. Without you, I NEVER could have gotten past him. But now, with YOUR help… He’s DEAD. And I’VE got the human STAR FRAGMENTS!”
Ignore that edited quote up there, I can’t think of anything better to put
Anyways it’s 4:35am in the morning and I am so proud of finishing this. I tried making it spacey (keyword TRIED) because you know, outertale. @teffyjeffy ’s outertale omega flowey a.k.a. Omega Twinkly got me interested in the design and I went on to draw it
Im quite exhausted, this took over 4.5 hours but I’m still not satisfied hahahaha,,, I don’t know what else to add so here, have this. It’s better than nothing I suppose
I hope you like it!
Ok so weirdly as soon as I made that post about writers block I came up with an idea. All your kind messages were so lovely too! Thank you all so much. It;s not particularly long but it’s better than nothing I suppose! So this is going to be two parts, the second part I will hopefully upload tomorrow and will involve a lot of smut ;) Yay for smut! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :) - Elizabeth xox
The familiar club smell hits you as soon as you walk in. A
mixture of overly perfumed people, spilled alcohol and BO. It’s so strong it practically
singes your eyebrows. You smile at your friends and allow yourself to be led to
the bar, coming to a halt behind the masses of people already desperately clambering
for some of the magic juice that will lower their inhibitions just enough to
make out with someone they wouldn’t normally, because that’s what’s expected of
My panel is online… sort of! It looks like they only managed to record the second half of it, so they completely cut out a big chunk of the substantive stuff about why obscure games matter. :( Better than nothing I suppose. I can barely watch it because I hate hearing myself talk, but I’m still super proud of how the panel went! Full house, everyone seemed mostly amused, and I got to talk to a bunch of people about Eastern Mind. Big thanks to everyone who turned out.
The day of Emma’s birth her name appears on Regina’s wrist, a slight stinging alarming her. She stares down at the letters, neatly written in cursive, and gasps, knowing exactly who the name belongs to. Her mind immediately wanders to Snow, her archenemy, and she closes her eyes, trying to take it all in.
Emma, she thinks, she’s just a baby, and a tear manages to escape and trail down her cheek in despair. She would never get her happy ending, fate had tricked her once again, had played a cruel prank on her and she was left to pick up the broken pieces that were her life.
The first time she sees her, really sees her, her soul mate, everything falls into place, everything feels right. She might just be a baby, Regina thinks, but she would find a way to be with her and that’s how they end up in Storybrooke, where time stands still for everyone; everyone but her.
The price is high, she gave up her own magic for this curse, but it’s worth it and when the tower clock starts ticking again,it’s the day of Emma’s 28th birthday, Regina breathes a sigh of relief because she knows the waiting has come to an end and when she meets her later that day she smiles, seeing the bright young woman she has become, and knows that this is the day she finally beat fate for good.
Wayfaring, presenting noon conference lecture: …and to wrap up the case, this child with cerebral malaria went into status epilepticus. He was given phenobarbital for the seizure and developed respiratory depression and died shortly thereafter because there was no way to protect his airway.
Later, after presentation was over…
Good buddy N: Great talk. I have one critique though.
N: WHY DID THE BABY HAVE TO DIE?! And you dropped it out of nowhere! I was eating my cookie and you were all, “the baby died” and I had to stop eating my delicious cookie! Geez give a little warning next time!
Wayfaring: Sorry friend. Do you want me to get you another cookie?
It had been a bad week. Your sleep had been interrupted with repeats of what you had experienced, and as a result; you were slightly clumsy and had double figure new bruises from colliding with things. As well as that, you had been declined for an assistance dog based on your living area. The organisation in charge felt it was too risky for a dog to reside in Stark’s building, considering the nature of Tony’s work; it disheartened you substantially, not that anyone would know, since you had not seen anyone in days. The Avenger’s were on different assignments, both official and personal, and however the fates had decided, you had not come in contact with Loki in that time either. You wondered what floor he was on, wondering should you go and thank him again for all he had done in protecting you. All in all, loneliness, annoyance, frustration and the resulting stress and bad eating and sleeping meant you were like a grizzly bear with a toothache.
“Babe, I really don’t need a stuffed panda.” You tugged his arm and eyed the carnival game that’s he’s been standing at for the past 15 minutes. “I can hear you patronizing me. I told you, I’m going to win it for you! I swear.” He slid another bill toward the vendor and grabbed yet another plastic ball while aiming it at the pyramid stacked nearly in the middle. He throws it and it hits them, but only half of the pyramid falls. “Fuck,” He mumbled, grabbing the next ball. But this time, he hits them and the rest of the tower comes crashing down. “Good job,” The vendor smiled, handing you the giant stuffed panda. “Thank you.” You beamed, turning around to Dan and leaning over to give him a quick thank you kiss.
“What are you doing?” You’d gone to the restroom and returned to find Phil hunched in front of a crane machine with his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth; a habit you found out when he was concentrating heavily o something. He looks up at you and smiles, sliding another bill into the machine. “I saw this stuffed animal in here and thought it’d be nice to get it for you as a surprise.” He admitted, failing to win the toy once again. “Ah.” You watched him with amusement for the next five minutes as he tries feverishly to grab something; anything to give to you. He finally grabs a plush raccoon. “Well. Better than nothing I suppose.” He laughed grabbing the toy and handing it to you. “My hero.” You joked, grabbing the plush and giving him a playful shove.
I doodled a thing for today!! I wish I had been able to make something more significant, but it’s better than nothing I suppose!
Sonic is so cool and so important to me and my brother, and has been in my life since I was a babby, and it’s so super cool that Sonic is so popular nowadays. I can find merchandise and stuff even in places like party stores now, I remember when Sonic merch like just wasn’t really anywhere for quite a while.