i'm always always going to recommend whaliiwatching. just incredible art and writing all the time and an absolute delight to collaborate with. i swear they never miss <3 love you whalii
🍄 ⇢ share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
my headcanon of noirpunk hating each other's cigarette brands always makes me laugh but i do have a definite soft spot for my headcanon of their thermal-equilibrium (hobie is perpetually cold, peter is perpetually warm, you do the math)
🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh
i quote the WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES vine and "what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" all the fucking time
thank you for the ask! here is the masterpost if anyone wants to send me some asks :)
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wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated?
mhhhhh.....I think....it’s a tie between let’s make an oath and the pink in the night series. but I think that’s because I had an extreme amount of fun writing them, lmao.
november: do you have any rituals or requirements for getting in the mood for writing?
the main thing I usually do to get into The Zone is I re-read what I’ve done before my stopping point so I can get back into that headspace.
voidpants replied to your post: Also I’m two days late but I have my Nanowrimo...
i admire your dedication
Look the more I watch the even worst shitshow SPN is turning into the more I keep thinking of the show I’d want to watch.
That is a show of two sisters who both reunite after years to track down their missing mother, before every fucking thing spirals slowly and insidiously into a fuck all conspiracy to end the world since the dawn of time.
Except, their backstory is just slightly tweaked. Both lost someone important to them as children thanks to monsters. Not a mother or father, but maybe an older sibling. So maybe the parents grieve, and on that stage of grieving anger becomes dominant. So yes they become hunters. For vengeance. For justice. To make sure nothing comes after those who remain. To make sure no one ever has to lose a parent, or child, or grandparent, or cousin, or a friend who’s more family than blood thanks to monster.
But the thing is, the thing is, the parents, they’re still parents. A little broken, a little too jaded by all they’ve learned since the death of one child, all they’re continuing to learn. I won’t say they love their kids a little more than John did his. I’ll just say that somewhere between the grief and the vengeance, somewhere sooner than later, their parents realised that they still had other children to raise too.
So while taught their girls to hunt, while taught their girls to kill monsters who may come after them, they still wanted their girls to be happy. To live. To grow. To thrive. Not to simply exist from one monster hunt to the next. They may have become killers in their grief, but for all their girls learned, they never got their hands bloody.
In fact once things stabilised, the girls were left with a family friend in the know. Maybe a retired Hunter who serves lke an information broker. Kept checking in on them. Kept them in the loop.
So we have two sisters. The older one who saw, saw her sibling burn, saw her parents grieve, was given the choice to be normal and yet wants to become a Hunter. Wants to join her parents. And the other who wants other things. She was too young to remember what happened to their sibling. Too young to remember her parents and how broken they were. She was given the choice to be normal, and she chooses to be.
Except one day they can’t get a hold of their parents, and her sister comes knocking on the door with the news that their parents are missing. Dad’s probably dead, mom may still be out there. And yes there are monsters and demons that kill willy nilly - but there are also monsters who try, try and assimilate and live amongst humanity without hurting anyway. Non-humans who have never shed blood and are still killed indiscriminately. Yes there are secret organisations and bloodlines and magic. And there is also non-human organisations, and politics.
And yes there are demons, and angels, and the apocalypse maybe once ever two years. and yes there are friends and foes and everyone who becomes a sort of family. But here’s the thing, there’s no fucking unnecessary constant revolving door of death for the two sisters, where they sacrifice people to save other.
Because god damnit, I’m going to actually keep my characters likable.
jester and caleb (shippy or not, whatever's fine) with the hand shaking one?
Whump Fic Bingo
Something is not right and Jester can tell. It’s actually pretty pretty obvious and she wonders how no one else has seen it. Probably because they are all tired from fighting giant monsters all day long, probably, but she was there fighting too and she can still see the way Caleb’s hands are trembling under the inn’s table.
She could say something, just ask him what is wrong, but she doesn’t think that would be a good idea. She’s not stupid, she can see how hard Caleb is trying to hide it, looking at the others as if he was paying attention to the conversation, being very quiet probably to hide any other shaking that his voice could be doing, keeping his hands hidden between his knees. Saying something would be funny, put him on a spot and make him talk about what the hell is wrong… but this time she doesn’t want to go for that option. It feels wrong, and Caleb has been so nice to her all this time, even if he’s still stinky, it wouldn’t be fair.
Jester has another idea, though. So as soon as she sees the others distracted, she leans in closer to Caleb and says, “hey, could you do me a favor?”
Caleb blinks at her, clearly surprised, and takes a very long moment to answer, as if he was trying to remember how to use his words.
“What do you need?”
“Well,” she tilts her head, “I wanted you to draw me in my sketchbook.”
“M-me?”
“Yes!” She smiles. “See, I could do it, but I don’t have a mirror and I really want this to be a very pretty drawing for The Traveler because he really helped us today, you know? And you are always writing things from one book to another, I have seen it, so you have very good hands for that, you know?”
“I- I don’t think that’s exactly my specialty,” he mumbles, not making eye contact.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I’m sure he’ll like it if you just try your best! And I will be very still so you can copy me. Please, Caleb, please, please, please!”
“Alright, alright, just don’t be so loud,” he sighs.
Clapping with excitement, she pulls out her sketch book and her pencils and sets them in front of him on the table. He doesn’t bring his hands up yet, she figures they are still shaking. She looks away, and gives him a profile look with her best dignified pose.
“Is this good?” She asks, looking straight ahead.
“Uh- Ja. Ja, I guess,” Caleb says quietly as he grabs the pencils.
She can hear the pencil scratching the paper as he draws. She’s careful not to look at him, not to move too much. It’s usually hard being this still, especially when she has so much energy in her bones, but from a very young age she actually learnt how to be very still, very quiet, pretend like she wasn’t there. It’s not her favorite thing in the world to do, but she’s good at it.
Jester smiles as she hears him draw. She can actually tell by the sound that his movements have become softer, less shaky. She knew it would work! That’s why her mother taught her how to draw in the first place, so that she could distract her mind when she was upset or lonely or overwhelmed by things. Her mother knew it would make her happy, and it really did. The few minutes she spent sketching were the only times were her mind was very quiet and all her energy focused on a single spot, and the world didn’t seem so fast and scary for a while. It was just her, and her paper, and her pencils.
She knows that’s what Caleb needs too, sometimes, to be alone, but in a group like this it is hard and, even if he got to be alone, she has a feeling that Caleb’s mind is not a very happy place to be at alone. This way, at least maybe he can fill his thoughts with other things for a while.
“I think it’s done,” he announces after a few minutes. His voice is steadier, softer. “I’m sorry it took too long, and I don’t know if it’s very good.”
Jester grabs the book back and gives it a long look. “It’s very good, Caleb! I knew you would do it!”
It really is very good. It could use some twitches here and there for realism, and it could use a lot more funny details (she would have given herself a mustache or something and then that would have really been good art), but there is talent there nonetheless.
“Thank you, Jester,” he says quietly, and the way he says it makes it clear that he’s not thanking her for the compliment. He actually looks her in the eyes and everything for a second, then looks back down at his hands that aren’t shaking anymore.
“Technically, Caleb, I’m the one that should be thanking you. I mean, technically, because really you helped me with the drawing and it’s very very good. So thank you,” she says dismissively. Then sends him a confidant smile and quietly adds, “but you are welcome.”
She gets half a smile in return, and her heart grows with pride because it’s so hard to get him to smile or show any kinds of happiness unless you are giving him new books. She really likes that she got to make him smile for a moment.
“Okay, I am going to bed now because monster killing is so tired. But you can ask for my sketchbook whenever, you know, if you want to practice. Just, like, not if I am using it because it would probably be very awkward if we both tried to draw in it at the same time, you know? Oh! But maybe we can buy you one for you and then you can draw too! You could even talk to the Traveler!”
“Maybe, maybe,” Caleb concedes. “I will let you know…”
“Okay, you tell me if you wanna use it again, okay?” She asks, putting a hand on his shoulder as she stands up. Then, she does a thing she’s seen Molly do with others and presses a kiss on the top of Caleb’s head. Her mom did that too, when she was feeling sad.
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CRYING WOLF FOR ASK GAME!!!! GIMME ALL THE INFORMATION!!!!
Okay I'm just gonna spam you with asks here so feel free to ignore them if it's too much <3
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (don't think I've forgotten about the post you made mentioning an alternate ending! 👀👀👀) 10, 11, 13, 14 and 15
Hope this isn't too much! (like I said feel free to ignore these if that's the case!)
I remember you mentioned something about making a lore post about stuff that didn't get put in the fic and maybe you could combine them? If you still feel like making it that is <3 (seriously I still love that fic so much!!!!)
Alright buckle up boys this is gonna get LONG. @voidpants since you sent me an ask with a couple of these in, I'll combine them here <3
This probably goes without saying but there are extreme spoilers for crying wolf below the cut
1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?
My recent obsession with vivisection, dissection and cannibalism <33 I know I'm very good at falling into stereotypes and I'm your local transmasc butch unhealthily obsessed with cannibalism <33333
The noirpunk server did, in all honesty. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.
2: What scene did you first put down?
The very first scene! I write generally chronologically, unless there's something I'm raring to get down!
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
He pulls back, unable to staunch the hysterical giggles building in his chest, and they tumble free like the intestines of a mutilated fox at the side of a road -- all bloody ropes thick with mucus.
I just like this comparison lol. A close second would be the line about Peter's organs being better to eat than the pigeon.
4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
“Oh, I know you’re on the square, doll. I don’t think you’ve ever lied to me.”
I really love this line because I love blatant foreshadowing. But also because in the previous line, Hobie really wasn't lying (as is shown later on).
5: What part was hardest to write?
The scene directly before the first cannibalism scene. I'm never too sure how to draw it out and build the tension in the proper way and I'm not entirely too sure I managed it.
6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
It's absolutely dripping with paranoia, a lot of what is drawn from my own paranoia (where are my insane babes at ik we're around here somewhere). And also it's one of my most violent fics. Didn't tend to write it before now but I'm really enjoying messing around with it now!
7: Where did the title come from?
I was brainstorming with myself after I told the people in the discord that I would try to write something approximating what we'd cooked up together and it took a while (probably about half an hour) before I hit on the story of the boy who cried wolf.
In this context, the boy crying wolf is Peter, whose spider senses are so fucked up that he tends to ignore them when he implicitly trusts people -- which means that when that person isn't in their right state of mind, he dismisses any notion that there might be something wrong.
Simultaneously, the crying wolf is Hobie, who is by far the more dangerous one of them, having been possessed by an actual murderous cannibalistic alien, but who is in much more denial about it. (Literally in the scene where he kills and eats Peter, he refuses to accept what's happened, whereas Peter just told him that it was going to be okay. Both of them are Fucked Up okay.)
Anyway this was a long-winded way of saying that it came from a children's story lol
8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?
Yeah!!! In the early days of the noirpunk discord server, we were chucking around the vague idea of symbiote Hobie, throwing out a few vignette scenes and pieces of dialogue, and it was so compelling to me that I said I'd take a crack at it, so here we are! Thanks guys!
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA
Yes. I have an alternate ending kicking around in my head at the moment that I'll probably start with once I'm finished with whumptober and another couple of things I've promised people I'll do </3 the adhd is real you guys
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
UM?? BECAUSE NOIRPUNK????????
Because this idea was thought up in the noirpunk server with noirpunk in mind and it would have been a disservice to write this pairing as anything other than noirpunk. And also I wanted to give Peter more cannibalism trauma. And at the moment noirpunk is the only thing keeping me sane (which I mean in a very real and worrying way. We ball.)
11: What do you like best about this fic?
I got to write cannibalism under the guise of love :>
Also very proud that I came up with the acronym for the D.O.R.M.A.N.T symbiotes
12: What do you like least about this fic?
Um. Am I allowed to say my writing. If not, then I know there are plotholes and pieces of lore about the worlds and the symbiotes that don't make sense. Consider: I wanted to write cannibalism.
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
I listened to a lot of Tunng, Troy Kingi and Arab Strap!!
Mostly from Tunng I was listening to a lot of their album Dead Club and out of those were my favourites of Eating the Dead, Man and also Woman (the last two of which are spoken word poems but I choose to treat them as music because they are <333)
Troy Kingi specifically Sleep (Slumber), First Take Strut, and No Reason to 2nd Guess M.G.
Arab Strap specifically The Turning of our Bones, Here Comes Comus! and The Fable of the Urban Fox.
Sleep (Slumber) was looped specifically for scenes where I needed them to be soft with each other. The Turning of our Bones was looped specifically for the cannibalism. Please watch the music video (don't if you're sensitive to gore) because it's actually one of my favourite things in the world.
14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
HUNGER AS A METAPHOR FOR DEVOTION. or there might just be a parasite eating your brain lol
Just kidding. Hm. Sometimes we go through something in our lives that's horrific. And we're trying to process it and not getting anywhere because it's so huge that our brains can't wrap themselves around it. Most of the time, we start to convince ourselves that it's us at the core of the problem. Sometimes we are. But to peel back the layers and get to the actual center, there are almost always outside forces that influence us into certain behaviours/choices that we regret later. And that's part of being human!
I'm not saying that you have a parasite in your brain that's making you eat your romantically inclined partner. I'm saying that the love shown in crying wolf is a relatively equal balance of give and take. They try to be as their worlds have shown them that love is, they're unlearning some of the more detrimental things, they're learning and growing together. They take steps back from each other when they need to and try to navigate their situations as well as they can. Idk.
Forgiveness is probably one of the main themes here. Please be gentle with yourself. It's so so important that you are.
15: What did you learn from writing this fic?
That I really enjoy writing cannibalism. And that I need to watch a hell of a lot of 30s nyc films and 70s london films because I STILL don't have their turns of phrases down and it's annoying me.
And to take the leap (haha itsv references). This fic was very overwhelming for me at first because I don't tend to write very fast-paced or violent stuff. But I really enjoy reading it and so I really wanted to write it! Even if it isn't that great, I had a blast writing it!
Thank you for sending this ask in!! It's been really good to look past the writing into the inner mechanics of what makes it tick! (And I promise that I'll have that lore post up sometime!! I have not forsaken you!)
Edit: just realised you skipped 12 in your request but in my defence I'm not wearing my glasses and sort of assumed you asked about everything whoops
Hobie for sure has a thing where if the floor has too many Textures, he has to wear socks on it. Like if the carpet hasn't been vacuumed in a while or there's bits of gravel in the kitchen from where he's traipsed in with his boots still on, he just can't deal with that against bare feet which is so valid of him
Thanks for sending this in! Ask game is here for anyone wanting to participate!
