i'm so pleased with myself omg

Fanfiction is easier to write than original because the world is already established. If you’re someone who’s giving up on their dream of writing original fiction because it’s not flowing like the former, remember that, please? Write shit. Write freely and terribly. Write a first draft that’s everywhere and nowhere. Because once it’s done and you’re left with a mess, you’ve also established yourself a world. And the second and third drafts will follow with much more ease. Let yourself be messy in creating your own worlds.

THE WILDLY LONG HELLATUS IS OVER. LET ME WASH MYSELF OF MONTHS OF WAITING AND EMERGE INTO POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS!

  • NEW INTRO IS NEAT
  • SAD!!!! CAS!!!!!!!!! WINGS. E M O T I O N
  • “he deserved better” preach it my gal
  • i don’t know why i got so excited that jack gets hungry man i hope he keeps his innocence omg
  • “i like nougat :3” so far he’s just a candy monster i can not believe how much i like this actual manbaby. please bring back gabe so they can meet
  • NO JACK IS SO ADORABLE
  • HE CHOSE CAS TO BE HIS FATHER
  • that angel hit dean right in the cas and that was CRUEL
  • “ok chuck” DEAN IM GONNA CRY
  • DEEEEAAAAANNNNNN
  • OH MY GOD THIS HURTS
  • “hello dean”
  • “goodbye cas”

MY MORTAL BODY IS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUELED

LUCI GON GIT. IT. FROM MICHAEL IN THE AU WORLD I FEEL IT IN MY BONES

anonymous asked:

First off, I'm a big fan of yours. Your text posts are PERFECTION SPACE MOM. Second, I sent a message to my crush about how I like him in a different language. And I promised to tell him on the last day of school what it meant in English when he's leaving. I thought you could make a text post of something Lance confessing to Keith in a different language ( cause I'm Klance trash ). Sorry to bother😅 just really wanted to ask. Hope you have a wonderful day !

firstly OMG I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU I HOPE IT GOES WELL 💜💜 

secondly, i made a post similar to this a while back but i love this trope so much and couldn’t help myself so here we go!!

 translation: (to the best of my ability - please correct my spanish if anything is wrong ) 

“i’ve been thinking about you…”

“exactly”

“do you like me? i adore you…”

“never.”

“i wish you were mine.”

“i’m sorry…”

“please ignore this”

~ and now because ur spacemom is a sappy piece of shit and couldn’t leave this open-ended~ 

A FEW DAYS LATER:

keith: “You make me happy… I love you and I can’t live without you. :)”

lance: “i love you too!!! :)”

anonymous asked:

I love you check please art so much!! Can I request some fluffy nurseydex??

Nursey would so do this…. Dragging Dex to a photobooth and propose to him…… 

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takada kenta ♡
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I’ve been thinking about this megane/ahoge crossover for literal months and now I’ve finally drawn it I can be put to rest

Fast Car

Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 


The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 

“Hmm?” 

“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 

Can I just remind people that many bisexual and pansexual people, myself included, use gay as an umbrella term for all people attracted to the same sex and we use it as a descriptor for our and everyone’s same sex attraction because it’s specific to that part of our identity. So please stop policing me for using gay to describe my and characters’ same sex attraction. Using gay as an umbrella term is not the same as invalidating and erasing a bi/pansexual person’s identity.

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“If someone told me to look at my career as a whole, I think variety, and I think challenging myself as an actor, and even doing the unexpected—it’s so much more exciting”

Things I love as a lee

1. Tickles as both a punishment and a reward

2. Being a little shit so my ler gets me real good

3. Being chased (bonus if I get cornered)

4. Threats like “I’m gonna getcha~!” and “Don’t make me tickle you!”

5. TEASY WAGGLING FINGERS OMG

6. Being called a lee (specifically “my lee”)

7. Being told to say something embarrassing in exchange for tickles (and then being told to repeat it dhdhdjdj)

8. No seriously like please chase and corner me

9. S i l l y  l e r s

10. Being told I’m a ticklish little lee

11. When my ler calls them self the tickle monster holy shit

12. When my ler says my name in a singsong voice omg, it’s like “oh shit, I’m fucked

I laughed. “Oh, yes. They range in size from as small as dogs to larger than grizzly bears. One time I watched a colony of myrmekes attack a Greek army in India. It was hilarious. They spit acid that can melt through bronze armor and—”

“Apollo.”

My smile faded. I reminded myself I was no longer a spectator. These ants could kill us. Easily. And Meg was scared.

anonymous asked:

Virgil being so embarrassed when he has to say he needs a break to use he bathroom that he doesn’t say it at all. He’s been busy all day and hasn’t had a chance to go. He’s with all of the sides and doesn’t want to say anything

//Sozz for the super late post, and I included some teasing Patton so hopefully that’d be enough to please you guys lolol//

- “Virgil, come on! We don’t wanna be late!” Patton called from the living room, having already packed the other side’s bags for him with Logan and Roman waiting in the car.

- Virgil emerged from his room with an angsty groan but didn’t say anything, instead following the dad into the car and plopping himself at the back seat, looking out the window with a neutral expression on his face.

- “Everyone buckled? Let’s go.” Logan announced before stepping on the accelerator and beginning to drive, telling the other sides that they would be hiking for pretty long, so if they needed to buy anything like snacks or water they better tell him before they get there.

- Of course, along the way there were groans of ‘are we there yet?’ and ‘oH NO I FORGOT TO BRING THIS’

- But no one really fought that much along the way so that was pretty nice for Virgil, who just wanted some quiet.

- It was strange, really. He’d mellowed down a lot after ‘Accepting Anxiety’ and now he was much more okay with the sides’ antics and personalities.

- There were their flaws but he’s come to terms with it and worked his way around them to create a slightly more positive space in the mind palace, not just angst and angst.

- It’s been about an hour since they started hiking, and Virgil was already feeling the beginnings of the need to go to the toilet, but he’d stupidly ignored it as they passed by the one toilet available through the entire length of the hike.

- It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go or anything, it’s just that he didn’t want to trouble the others or embarrass himself saying that he had to go pretty far back just to piss.

- Before long, he was already squirming and pressing down on his crotch as discreetly as possible, purposely straying at the back to prevent any of the other sides from knowing anything.

- “Hey, Virgil, drink some water. It’s been a while since you last did.” Patton moved to the back of their small group holding a water bottle and smiled at Virgil, who grimaced in reply.

- “I-It’s fine… I just drank some just now.” He attempted to brush it off, pretend like everything was fine, but the fatherly figure seemed to notice, and his expression changed to one of sympathy.

- “Virgil… do you need to go?” He asked softly, knowing how his angsty son didn’t want anyone hearing.

- Virgil shook his head quickly, a red blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck, making him look impossibly cute to Patton, who chuckled slightly and nodded.

- “Alright, Virgil. If you need to go, tell me, alright? Anyway, it’s just around 20 minutes more and then we’re out. There’s a toilet at the exit.” Patton pulled Virgil in for a quick hug, grinning as he not so innocently pressed himself against Virgil, squeezing his bladder ever so slightly and earning a low whine from the other.

- Patton’s guess was pretty accurate, and within 20 minutes Virgil was racing towards the toilet, faster than he’s ever done before and actually scaring Roman as he dashed past.

- Patton casually squeezing his bladder had only made things a billion times worse, Virgil’s ability to hold in his piss very quickly dwindling. There was already a small patch of piss on the front of his black pants that he’d accidently let go trying to hold it in during the hike, and he silently thanked himself for wearing black and not something that’d be obvious to see.

- Reaching the toilets, Virgil ignored the disgusting state of them and released everything with a soft moan, closing his eyes in bliss.

- He was never going to do that again.

sleepyanimeprincess  asked:

The "you somehow forget I'm tiny" prompt with 2d please omg

((Well, I’m 5'8, I don’t really consider myself tiny so this was kind of difficult to write from a personal perspective? But whatever))

You and 2-D were sprawled across the couch, poking fun at each other along with a good dose of casual flirting. You had gotten up to get a snack as 2-D paused the film.

“Mind gettin’ me some crisps from the top shelf, love?” 2-D asked as you dug through the kitchen.

“You somehow forget I’m tiny, Stu!” You called, looking for a chair to stand on.

You could hear 2-D giggle from the living room.

“Yew are not tiny! Yew were taller than tha’ gal at the supermarket!” He called back, still awaiting his crisps.

You found a stool that was near the kitchen’s counter that was loaded with Murdoc’s booze.

“That was a child.” You mentioned, rolling your eyes as you dragged the stool across the kitchen.

“Well, at least yew’re taller than a child.” 2-D laughed, finally deciding to get up.

When he waltzed into the kitchen, his eyes went wide at the sight before him. You, on your tip toes, on top of a spinning stool made of ripped and broken leather.

He couldn’t help but smirk as he walked over to the shelf you were trying to reach, grabbing the bag of crisps without a problem. He chuckled as you jumped off of the stool and onto his back as he carried you back to the couch.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any tips on how to guess the ascendant if you don't have the birthtime? I hope its okay to ask this question and that it doesn't count as a request? If it does then I'll just resend it when you open them again 💕 also, thank you so much for taking the time and answering everyone's questions, it's really interesting and helpful! I'm also a huge fan of your tags lol, so please never stop doing that as well 💕

Hi anoon! You’re very welcome and omg I blushed because of what you said about the tags because I ramble so much on them and often have to control myself because I talk too much. lol Anyway. Thanks! And sure it’s ok to ask this. :) I’m really only good at guessing people’s Ascendants by their looks and frequent little quirks. And a lot more so when I’ve seen their charts without the birth time, since I’ll get how their rulers are working. So I’ll explain characteristics of each Ascendant but please keep in mind that you have to check the rulers and understand their strong placements. Eyes are often a good way of finding out if they’re Cancer, Gemini, Libra or Pisces Risings - so I’ll talk about these first.

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anonymous asked:

OMG I'm gonna love this!!! #37 & #39 for Jiyong drabbles, pretty please? 😬😬😬

➸ word count: 1.9k

➸ ceo’s son!jiyong x secretary!reader, bit of fluff, but mostly gross, filthy smut i guess,,,i hate myself

➸37. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I need you.” + 39. “Keep quiet.”

➸ warnings: daddy kink, mild choking, overuse of the word core aijshs bc the word pussy makes me want to die, this is just embarrassing anyways can’t remember what else

➸ a/n: dear godddd,,,i haven’t written smut in a long while this might be a cringe fest I’ll apologize in advance. however, i do hope someone enjoys this, okay im gonna go die now

“Sir, the photographer you scheduled to interview today is here. Would you like me to let him in now?” ________ asked opening the door to Mr. Kwon’s office once she heard his deep ‘Come in’. 


“Ah yes, the young and promising Lee Hongbin. Of course, please do let him in ________” Mr. Kwon said, a smile on his face. 


“Mr. Lee, this is Mr. Kwon. I’ll leave you two alone, if you need anything I will be in my office” ________ bowed respectfully after allowing Mr. Lee passage into Mr. Kwon’s office and began to make her way out. 


“_________” Mr. Kwon called out before she was even out the door. 


“Sir?”


“My son, Jiyong–he’s back home today from his business trip. According to him, he has some business to attend to tonight so he will be coming around sometime today to debrief me on the details of his trip. Please do bring him to my office as soon as he’s here?” Mr. Kwon said. 


“Of course” ________ said nodding with a smile. Bowing once more, she finally made her way out closing the door firmly behind her. 


Sighing, ________ took a look at her watch and frowned. 


It was lunch time, so just about all the employees were either out eating somewhere near by, or in the break room enjoying their lunch and most likely having a quick chat. 


Mr. Kwon had given her an earlier lunch break, so for the time being she had nothing to do. Figuring she could get ahead on her work, ________ made her way towards her office. 


However, she didn’t make it too far before strong arms were wrapping around her middle and pulling her into the company’s conference room. 


Squirming against the person’s strong grip, ________ was ready to scream bloody murder before a hand was placed over her mouth. 

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marshmello08  asked:

Wait. But what if Future Bitty has a food television show? And he, like, specializes in game day snacks that somehow taste amazing, but don't make NHL team nutritionists mad. And the end of every episode is a montage of him sharing the food with the Falconers and footage from him cheering at the game. And some weeks, he invites Jack to the show, and Jack is still hopeless at cooking, but the fans love him.

what if this just??? crushed my heart and i DIED????????

also i want everyone else to show up on his show too but in like. very random capacities

like maybe the show is filmed in his apartment (jack’s apartment lol??? im cryign) and so like, lardo just pops in & is like “whoops sorry” & ducks out of frame & is gone for several minutes (there’s one incredibly loud BANG! in the background and then utter silence for ~30 seconds) so bitty tries to go on with the show & then lardo comes back in dragging this massive block of solid metal across the floor & bitty and everyone in the crew just. watches her do this silently for an unbelievably long amount of time (one of the techs eventually helps her carry it out)

ransom & holster bursting in singing that thing from tarzan “THE FUUUUUN HAS ARRIIIIVED”

shitty just sitting at bitty’s counter eating food as it is prepared, bitty occasionally smacking his hand away (he’s baked off his ass & just sitting silently & eating; occasionally spouts some tidbits of feminist theory or history or whatever)

and jack. oh god. jack, after he comes out & is open abt his relationship w/ bitty, appearing on the show in a purely domestic capacity, walking through the kitchen on his way to go for a run, dropping a kiss on bitty’s head, stealing bites of food (stealing kisses when bitty turns to reprimand him)

and then maybe there’s a thanksgiving special or smth & the whole samwell team comes over, all of the members from all four years of bitty’s samwell career, as well as the falconers, and george, and jack’s family and bitty’s family, everyone in jack’s massive apartment around a huge table eating bitty’s food & being happy and mE, ON THE FLOOR, SOBBING FOREVER,

anonymous asked:

I sent an ask and I'm not sure if it went through? my account had been acting super janky lately so it might not have gone through :( if it didn't but you see this, could you pretty please share your headcanons about the author?

no worries, dude! i’ve been having the same problem myself! but here are a few for you!

  • his bat is called ‘inspiration’ and he whacks people over the head with it so people will be inspired. (this one came from @slobberingapparitions, and i love it so much omg)
  • him and dark respect each other but they’re a bit of rivals.
  • gets annoyed when he’s disrupted while he’s in his writing phase.
  • very private and enjoys his privacy. lives pretty much in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere woods.
  • probably doesn’t take criticism on his work all that well.
  • out of all the egos, author likes wilford the most. they probably have a long (and bloody) history together.
  • lowkey is a sucker for romance novels. they’re a guilty pleasure.
  • has a tabby cat named clause (like ‘claws’ as a cat pun, but also ‘clause’ as in writing) (that was bad i’m sorry).

fishymomdraws-deactivated201707  asked:

OMG YOU ARE FRENCH! IT MAKES YOU EVEN BETTER THAN I EXPECTED!!!*dies in pleasure*

~ @fishymomdraws HEHE ♥ Oh please just look at THIS POST i’m still laughing at it pwahhahhhh