so if you guys didn’t know, @deancasheadcanons has this wonderful fic called kvetch, a college au based on the university she went to, which i now go to. i found this fic a few weeks ago for the first time, after being a big fan of madd’s works for like at least a year. if you’ve read the fic you’ll know that dean works at the school newspaper, and dean and cas meet (sorta) through the ‘kvetching board’, a column specific to our paper. turns out, i have a good friend who also works at the school newspaper, and used to watch supernatural, and reads/writes fanfiction, so i sent her the link to the fic. we were both kinda freaking out, cuz like, apparently the setup of the rooms is the same or whatever, which isn’t that weird because like, madd /did/ work there, but it was kinda weird because oh my gosh internet is merging into real life where did that line between fanfiction and reality go??
anyways, yesterday someone handed me the paper and told me to look at the kvetches. i didn’t really think anything of it, tbh i thought it would be like a meme or something, but i open it up and the one at the very top was directed at ME.
after a little bit of sleuthing (ok it didn’t take a lot of sleuthing), i figured out that the person who submitted the kvetch was the friend who i shared the fic with because newspaper. who probably didn’t even have to /submit/ the kvetch because like, she works there. and it’s based on a fic i shared with her and god it’s so cute.
so i guess we’re gonna go on a date now? all thanks to destiel fanfiction. follow your dreams, kids. #thanks madd
either there's an enemy Bastion they're trying to counter, or this person thinks they're pro and will definitely waste your time; cried for 5 hours when Genji got nerfed
really good at hitting crack shots and somehow manages to get at least three people with Deadeye every time; alternatively, they could be almost unspeakably bad at landing shots
JUSTICE RAAAAI--AUGH! every goddamn time; on the other hand, if you politely tell them to flank before ulting, they'll probably listen and improve, because they're usually decent people
they don't know the meaning of "teamwork" and honestly believe their teleport is silent; they'll queue in last and choose Reaper when there's still no healer
takes the game way too seriously but never bothers to focus the enemy Pharah; almost always uses their Biotic Field selfishly with few exceptions
is actually pretty good about staying alive on their own and harassing the enemy team; on the other hand, they might be terrible and constantly spam "Need healing!" from across the entire map and can never stick their ult to anyone
can't seem to figure out that Genji's Deflect will absolutely destroy them if they keep shooting; alternatively, they might save the game, but they'll definitely steal the POTG in the process
has a foot fetish and can't seem to stop aiming for the enemy's feet, but loves it because the hitboxes are ridiculously big; definitely hates your team and will refuse to switch heroes even if they're unbelievably bad
previously played Demoman exclusively in TF2, and is here to fuck shit up for the enemy team; you GUESS they're pretty good, but their ult always steals the POTG
they're either spot-on with their Ice Wall, protecting your team from nearly every enemy ult, or they can't aim for shit and always end up blocking your team in terrible spots
*announcer voice* Play of the Game *footage of Torbjörn's corpse next to his turret, which manages a quadruple kill before someone blows it up*; Defense Torbjörns hate themselves, and Attack Torbjörns hate their entire team
there's a teeny tiny chance that they're actually a pro and can land all sorts of insane shots; more likely, however, they're unspeakably bad and turn your game into a 5v6
thinks that D.va is a front-line tank and an acceptable stand-in for Reinhardt; doesn't understand the meaning of "disruption tank", but tries their best anyways
a team player, but also kind of an egotistical asshole when they manage to get POTG; they'll protect you, sure, but they won't hesitate to blame the healer for a lousy game
is either an excellent enemy harasser who always lands their hook, or is the only tank on your team when attacking on Volskaya; often forgets about their self-heal
thinks Harambe memes are the best, and is generally a fairly good addition to your team to counter Tracer, Symmetra, or those damn enemy snipers that your Hanzo/Widowmaker can't ever seem to take care of
is always there for you, shielding you at just the right moment, and doesn't get enough love; alternatively, they don't know how to aim with their secondary fire
probably a salty Mercy main who just needs a break; they'll be there for your team, and if everyone else dies during Overtime, count on them doing a panicked yet determined Payload Dance™
is completely numb to the suffering of their teammates spamming "Need healing!" from 50 miles away; drinks straight vodka and does their best, but never gets enough appreciation from solo queues despite almost always carrying the team to victory
loves the idea of being a support sniper, and is pretty damn good at it, always landing their shots and grenades to keep the team alive; the resident team grandma, complete with freshly baked cookies
likes making "death chambers" with their turrets and miraculously manages to keep their teleporter up for a decent amount of time; alternatively, they may be the worst teammate and never seem to have their teleporter
doesn't seem to understand that Zenyatta is always best when paired with another healer; singlehandedly wrecks the enemy team with their Discord orb, but can't manage to keep the team alive on their own
Omg, could you write more about pichit and seong Gil planing on having kids!!??? I loved it and I need moreee!!! <3 <3
I neglected this for a long while I’m sorry </3 (x)
“So how are we gonna do this?” Seung Gil asks when they’re back in South Korea, sitting on the bed. They’ve been home for a day now and they haven’t spoken about what was brought up back at the Katsuki-Nikiforov home.
“Well, normally you would stick your dick in me and we’d wait a couple of months for results.” Phichit said casually and when he didn’t get a response he looked at Seung Gil. He broke into a grin at Seung Gil’s blank face. “Just kidding!”
Seung Gil huffed, “You’re not.”
“I’m not.” Phichit agreed and sprawled out across the bed, beckoning Seung Gil over. Seung Gil flopped onto his side beside him and pressed his face into Phichit’s clothed shoulder, sighing heavily.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Seung Gil asked.
Phichit ran his fingers through his partners hair. “As long as it’s with you, yes.”
Seung Gil blinked and then pulled away. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want it anymore, not after that cheesy line.”
Phichit gasped and tried to tug Seung Gil back to him but Seung Gil was already out of reach. “Who turned you into a monster?!”
“You did.” Seung Gil explained bluntly. Phichit gasped.
“Betrayed by my own twisted mind.”
“Welcome to my twisted mind, Seung Gil~”
“You’re almost thirty, stop that.”
“Age is but a number, darling.”
Seung Gil just shot him a glare but was tugged back onto the bed anyway, followed by Phichit’s lips on his.
Hoth and Jedha, for all they both suffered from a near permanent winter, were different. Snow had been rare on Jedha, too cold and dry for it to ever form. Hoth was soft where Jedha had been hard, permafrost making most forms of farming and burial impossible. It was not an easy place to live, but the people of Jedha were adaptive and stubborn, and they made it their home for thousands of years and would have done so for another thousand if the Empire had not wiped it all away.
But they survived and adapted, as was their wont, although Baze privately admitted that Chirrut was having a much easier time with the snow then he was. Baze sunk while Chirrut had mastered the trick of walking along the thin layer of ice on top.
“If you say the Force guides you,” Baze said, breathing heavily as he struggled through the drifts, “I will throw you into that snow bank.”
“The Force has nothing to do with this,” said Chirrut, tapping his shoulder with his staff. “I’ve always been lighter on my feet than you.”
As Chirrut grinned smugly, always so pleased by his own imagined wit, Baze grabbed his ankle and tumbled him into the snow.
“Is this the fabled lightness?” he asked while Chirrut flailed and cursed him with language so filthy it made young Luke blush to hear.
They were all finding their feet, some easier than others. Bodhi, raised in the holy city, was taking to Hoth well, better than Cassian and Jyn, who had still not learned the art of how to proper layer clothing. And even Luke, born on a desert world, was faring far better than K-2S0, who complained the cold was freezing his joints. The consensus among the rest of the base was that would have been a blessing.
He and Chirrut were probably acclimating the best to the rigors of an ice planet, having survived the worst that Jedha could offer, but even so the longing for his home had settled so deep in his bones that it had replaced the very marrow. Perhaps that was why Leia of lost Alderan had taken to sitting with him as he worked to repair the few large artillery the rebellion had. She knew what it was to be unmoored, to be made of loose iron fillings with no magnet to pull all the disparate pieces together. It hurt in a way Baze didn’t know anything outside of Chirrut bleeding and near death could hurt.
But Jedha was lost and Chirrut saved, and Baze let the warmth of Chirrut in their bed seep into his hollow spaces. In this, at least, it was not so different than the winters they weathered in the holy city, Chirrut pressed against his back, cold nose tucked against his neck, arm heavy over his waist, one knee wedged between his own. Even as a skinny thing, Chirrut took up more than his fair share of space, a habit he had never out grown.
Baze watched his breath hang in the air before his face, and he thought of Jedha’s red dust, forever staining clothes and skin and even the buildings until whole cities looked to be carved from the land. In the home they made after the temple fell, Baze would wake up like this, Chirrut held tight to him, watching those same red dust motes float gently in the one slanting sunbeam their windows let in. It had been a peaceful moment in a life with too few of those.
“Baze,” Chirrut murmured, nose tracing a cold line along Baze’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Baze watched his breath shape and then reshape itself before his eyes. “Nothing,” he said, and took Chirrut’s cold hand in his, tucking both above his heart.
Bad Wolf by Extoriance 2017 - Handdrawn Illustration
4 years ago i would never imagine myself saying this: I am definitely gonna miss you, Peter Capaldi! Thank you for such a different, but intriguing doctor, i grew quite fond of your dark humor :)
I totally understand why you choose to be the 13th doctor. Hell must brake loose when you finally change into a woman, and you’re still no ginger. ;) Anyways, good luck Jodie! Finally some though female-prescence, i hope you will act like the crazy and goofy person i became to love :D Dont fuck it up!
With a smile,
Harry closes his eyes again. He turns his head so he can rest his cheek on the
softness of Eggsy’s hair. This is what he was missing all those weeks when they
slept on opposite sides of the bed, when his own mind came between them and
kept them apart.
Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.
Mother/Nurturer. Maybe because she didn’t have a great childhood herself, Camilla is Team Mom – not just to her sibs, but to basically everyone she meets with some kind of trouble going on, not to mention the many orphans she adopts in her solo ending. Her interactions with Elise on womanhood and growing are so wholesome and pure (and perhaps not things Camilla invests in, herself, but things she at least hopes are possible for Elise). Is it always a great thing? No way. She infantilizes her siblings to try and keep them young and protected, and anyone who gets between Mother Bear and her cubs is getting an axe through the skull with relish. She’s very smothering. But this is my favourite aspect of Camilla’s characterization, bar none.
She’s dangerous and a little nuts. She didn’t have the greatest upbringing. She gets a little too delighted about the chase, the victory, and the kill. Even in times of safety, she can’t quite shut off her predatory instincts. I think a successful Camilla balances that backed-into-a-corner sharpness along with the nurturing aspects above, and that’s….really, really hard, haha. I’ve only written a younger Camilla who is less honed, so to speak, in every aspect. Idk if I could write a good in-game Camilla.
Weaponized sexuality. I know she was designed to be the Ultimate Nohr Waifu but I like the iteration of Camilla who knows that she’s sexy, grew up in the dangerous and highly sexualized environment of the concubine wars, and survived (and continues to survive) by using her charms to her advantage. She’s seen other women do it, including her mother, time and again, so it seems like a safe and foolproof option for her, and one that takes a lot of skill and social manipulation, which she takes pride in. She didn’t ask for the horror and abuse of being Garon’s daughter, but she also didn’t ask to be gorgeous, so. You take what you’ve got and you work with it.
Withdrawal. I see a lot of Sexy Femme Fatales being written as aggressively sexy and in-your-face, and Camilla is no exception, but…honestly, she’s not in anybody’s face at all. She’s the most reluctant out of Garon’s kid-generals (Xander, Leo, and herself) to follow his orders and the first to defect if possible. When Corrin leaves in Birthright, she shuts herself up in her rooms. If Xander dies, she refuses to take the throne and leaves Windmire entirely. Abused kids are roughly classified into “fighters” and “hiders”, and Camilla is a hider. I think it’s important to remember that even despite her cruelty, she chooses flight more often than fight, and she’s much more comfortable in the shadows. (Having her hair always covering an eye adds a lot to this, imo.)
I would actually add though: I agree that a case could be made for Depression, as the last note, but I personally write Xander as someone with more of an anxiety disorder than Depression (though they can both work in tandem anyway, and the line between them is sometimes pretty hazy.) That’s how I read the awkwardness of his interactions. Tbh I see him as a walking Stern Front for a big skittish rabbit who has been compelled his whole life to do terrible things and wants to keep a good distance between himself and his loved ones in case they get pulled into his very awful world.
KanaTsubaMari au in which Kanade tells Maria that she has certain lines that make Tsubasa into mush, Maria who will do anything for a cute Tsubasa asks what type of lines and can Kanade teach her some. Said lines are freaking memes. But poor Maria doesn't know any better and uses them with enthusiasm. Cue facepalm from Tsubasa.
oh man. better because she’s using 10-year-old memes that maria Definitely doesn’t know, and tsubasa hasn’t heard in that long. so maria gets some alone time with tsubasa, puts a hand on her thigh, leans in real close, and whispers “you’re rarer than the rarest pepe.” maria isn’t expecting tsubasa to literally choke and laugh at her
“are you okay tsubasa?” “you’ve been talking to kanade haven’t you?” “did….did she mislead me?”
tsubasa tells maria to run any advice from kanade through kirika and shirabe first, because she Knows this is going to happen again. kanade gets found out but she’s got several years on dmjii, so she just has to use things too old for them
it works one time, when maria thinks it’s serious because the kids don’t recognize it. tsubasa recognizes it, and maria never takes kanade’s flirt advice again