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fanfic author // wattpad & ao3 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ current theme: punkflower

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hey there

new chap

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me completing my self imposed month long 70k writing challenge from hell for my first ever novel :3

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guess what....

new chap

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would y'all be interested in me opening a few slots for commissions ? :0

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new chapter is out :3

“Wish we’d met somewhere else?” Miles interjected. Hobie nodded. “It definitely would’ve been easier, but I think it would’ve meant less.” Hobie shot him a confused look and Miles was quiet for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and explain. “There’s an intimacy in struggling alongside someone - whether there should or shouldn’t be doesn’t matter, because like it or not there is. Relationships forged through suffering are like trees growing through concrete. It’s harder to break the surface, but once the hard part is over, you’ve got something so solid you know it can survive anything. I’d rather have a relationship that gives me callouses than one that keeps me soft forever because eventually we all have to walk through a field of metaphorical glass, and the struggle now abates the suffering later.”

“I s’pose I understand that. I still crave softness for you, though.” Hobie said. Miles shrugged. 

“Think of it this way - callouses can be softened over time to the point the skin goes back to being fresh and soft. A callous can disappear in an instant if given the conditions to shed away, but it can’t appear out of nowhere.” Miles looked into Hobie’s eyes. “This is the hard part. This is us in the belly of the beast, searching for a way out - right underneath the concrete.”

“Sink or swim,” Hobie replied, his gaze searching. Miles held Hobie’s face in both hands, his palms warm against Hobie’s frigid skin. 

“I’m not gonna let you drown.” Miles promised.

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I hope u don’t kind me tagging u in all my snow white au stuff lolol

it's perf fine ^_^ all ur art is so cute

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“and life goes along, with a smile and a song…”

oh just transfem!miles singing in the forest with her animal friends lolol <3333

(sorry for the shitty quality)

the ironic thing about this is that I had such a hard time drawing the forest animals while drawing the only person in the drawing was no problem at all, meanwhile the animators for the og movie had the opposite issues lolol (some fun facts for u there)

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this is so cute ^_^

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could we be mutuals? :))

absolutely x

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transfemme punkflower snippet

Mielle shifted, lying down on her stomach and swinging her legs back and forth as she returned to sketching out for her suit's redesign. Hobie quietly hummed to herself, constructed a melody from thin air.

“What’s that?” Mielle asked, finishing her sketch and continuing her rudimentary stitches in the first-draft suit. Hobie rolled off the bed and caught herself easily, flipping into her back and staring up at the bedroom ceiling, looking up at all the glow-in-the-dark stars Mielle put up as a kid. Mielle tucked a stray boho braid - that had escaped the tight top-knot the rest were trapped in - behind her ear. She fumbled around and put on her glasses.

“Not sure yet. Just random ideas, I s’pose.” Hobie responded, fiddling with her chipping nail polish.

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soft punkflower snippet

the fic, as per usual

Hobie sighed into the kisses, wrapping his arms around Miles’ waist as Miles pinned him to the wall. I’ve got you, Miles thought. I’ve finally got you right where I want you. And then, don’t leave me, you can’t leave me. And finally, what do I do with how much I love you? How can my skin contain all of this  - it’s tearing me apart, it’s painful, it’s violent. I want you biblically. I want to consume every inch of you. I want you to get so close to me you pass right through.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

new chap is up

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punkflower snippet

okay, you know the drill - here's the full fic

“At the end of all of this, it’s us. You and I.” Hobie looked away. “Look at me,” Miles implored. Hobie met his eyes helplessly. “I wasn’t alive before you touched me. I wasn’t real - you made me real. You made me real, and I made you whole. Stop fucking running and come back home. No one’s mad, no one hates you - yes, that includes Peter, who apologized for what he said.” Miles took one more step forward, now only inches away from Hobie. “Come back to me, estrella. There is no star without a constellation. There’s no patch of sky with only one star - you’re not in an endless void. I’m right here.” Miles reached up a hand and held Hobie’s cheek in his palm. Their eye contact was electric, and weighted with every fear the both of them had. “Maybe you can’t protect me. Maybe this ends in flames or funerals. Leaving won’t change that. Ending this won’t make that go away. Being with you is a glimpse of divinity, and you know that. Say you’ll come back to me.”

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all midwest emo enjoyers have to be some shade of mentally unwell bc the music is just not very good and yet so deeply satisfying

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angst snippet from the new chap

the fic if u haven't read it :3

“Don’t ever come near me or Mayday again.” Peter said, enraged. Hobie and Miles stared at him, shocked. “Everywhere you go, people suffer.” Hobie let out a wounded noise, but Peter didn’t seem to care. “Stay away from us. I’m not letting your past destroy my family’s future.” Miles was about to interject, tell Peter to shut the hell up, anything, but Peter opened a portal and left. Miles looked at Hobie. 

“He’s right,” Hobie whispered. “He’s right about me.” Miles shook his head, stepping forward again. Hobie took several steps back. His expression was utterly broken. He was still crying silently, and his hands were shaking desperately.

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transfemme miles my beloved

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new chapter out !!

"

They exited the portal, stepping directly into the long corridor that led to Miguel’s hideout. It was as dark and moody as Miles remembered, with the thin strings of neon-cyber lights and the flashing of various screens and computers being the only source of illumination. Luckily, they all had enhanced night vision due to the bite, but it was still dark, even for them. It felt like entering the cave of a predator; knowing something was lurking in the shadows, hungry and waiting to strike, and still going further in. All of the hair on Miles’ body stood on end, warning him of what was to come. Every instinct told him to turn back. 

The group all felt the reverberating spider-sense in their minds, the sheer volume and desperation of it making several of them clutch their heads for a few moments. When that wave of dread and terror passed, Miles took a deep breath. He couldn’t put this off - not anymore. It had to happen now. Miles fumbled for Hobie’s hand, squeezing it as the group walked further into the belly of the beast. No turning back.

The five of them stood outside the doors leading into the main room of Miguel’s lair, standing perfectly still. Miles felt like a deer in the sight of a rabid wolf. He took a deep breath, pulled his hand away from Hobie’s, ran his hands over his braids, and shoved open the door. Hobie followed behind immediately, and the rest of the group trickled in. Adrenaline flooded Miles from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Every cell, down to the grooves in his fingertips was telling him to get the fuck out of there. He ignored the feeling. 

Miguel was standing on the platform, facing away from them. He made no move to confront them. He was completely still, almost statue-like in the faint blue light that radiated from the screens. They couldn’t see his expression, but it wasn’t hard to guess. Random pieces of furniture were strewn all over the floor, some with deep gouges in them that could’ve only come from his talons. Miguel didn’t move a muscle, still staring off into the screens, still as a corpse. It was deeply unsettling to the point it set Miles’ teeth on edge. This was a predator honed to the highest degree. Miles knew that if he hadn’t bolted when he was on the train, Miguel would’ve snapped his neck."

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transfemme punklower drabble!

Hobie sat behind Mielle on the bed, her hands gently running through Mielle’s freshly detangled hair. Hobie had seen her hair wet and decided she was a perfect candidate for goddess braids, and Mielle had gone along without complaint. Hobie was tender-headed like her, and took care of her sister locs herself, so Mielle trusted that her girlfriend wouldn’t tug her hair. Hobie kissed her head before she grabbed the rat-tail comb and began to part Mielle’s hair with surgical precision. She hummed Destroy Boys to herself as she worked, using the edge control Mielle usually used to do her edges as a parting gel, slowly running a single finger over each of the parts, making sure they were completely straight. 

Mielle closed her eyes, thinking back on how they ended up here after all these months. It’d started with a schoolgirl crush, with Mielle watching Hobie swing through the air, not sure why her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour whenever Hobie called her love. Mielle sighed as Hobie began to braid, relaxing completely in the hands of her lover. Hobie had been the one to ask her out - Mielle was way too nervous - and their first date had been them tagging the local GOP operation building. Her dad hadn’t been pleased, but he got over it.

He was significantly less thrilled when Hobie pierced Mielle’s septum, but seeing how happy his daughter was with it, he let it go. Oftentimes, Mielle and her mom would joke about Jeff being a ‘girl dad’, and letting her get away with practically anything. Mielle knew the real reason behind it, though. It’d been such a shock to them when she came out that they let anything slide that made her feel less dysphoric. That was probably why they’d warmed up to Hobie so easily, knowing the girl was one of the main reasons Mielle had been so happy recently. 

Hobie began to braid with quick, practiced movements. Mielle looked up at her girlfriend, admiring the adorable expression of concentration she had. Her chain (really Mielle’s grandmother’s chain) was hanging from her neck, dangling over Mielle’s face. Hobie met her eyes, smiling and turning pink. Mielle grinned back.

“You’re gonna have to teach me how to retwist, so I can return the favor,” Mielle said, still looking into her girl’s eyes. Hobie snorted and returned to her braiding. “I’m serious, Hobie. I want to give you the same things you give me.”

“I believe you, pretty bird. It’s just… I’ve seen you try and braid 42-Miles’ hair, and, well, you’re not very good at it.” Mielle let out an exaggerated offended gasp, and Hobie rolled her eyes. “Come out of it, love.” Mielle huffed.

“I could totally do it.” She said defiantly. Hobie leaned down and kissed her nose, which immediately mollified her. “Alright, I’ll let it go. Just this once, though.” Hobie nodded, trying to keep the humor out of her expression. Mielle couldn’t stay annoyed with her girl for long, though. She was just too beautiful, too funny, too Hobie to get annoyed with. It was much to her chagrin whenever they fought, which wasn’t often. 

They sat in companionable silence for the next few hours, occasionally taking breaks to watch a few episodes of their favorite soap opera or to infodump about whatever they were hyper-fixated on at the meaning. Mielle felt so unbelievably lucky to have such a perfect girlfriend. She wondered what she’d ever done to deserve Hobie. There wasn’t a better girl in any of the universes - no one clicked with her as Hobie did. They were made for each other, plain and simple. “Alright, pretty bird. You’re all finished.” Hobie said, nudging Mielle so she sat up. Mielle grinned excitedly and the two of them went to the bathroom. Mielle looked in the mirror and saw herself staring back. Her, the real her, the version of her that looked just how she’d dreamed of back when she had short hair and a deep voice. It was everything she’d ever wanted, and she had the only girl she’d ever wanted by her side for every second of it.