#oraftel

[viktormaru]

🌻 !!

I have cried over getting fanart before. Like, for my ocs?  for my fics? just, works inspired by mine?

Literally my biggest goal in life is to inspire other ppl, so when people like... do stuff like that I get genuinely so moved its literally the sweetest thing ever

[godtierwallflower]

kakagai (obvs lolol) and 18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Send me an OTP + a number and I’ll tell you...

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

They both have a hard time staying mad at the other, especially post retirement. The only two arguments that they had that were drawn out were (1) whether Kakashi should stay in ANBU, (2) whether Gai should open the 8th gate. Once Kakashi is fired from ANBU and Gai lives after the 8th gate, both of those arguments can be put behind them, and even before hand, they didn’t actively argue with each other about it, and it was more out of concern than anger.

Aside from that, most of the times they’re angry at each other aren’t serious and are in good fun. Gai acts angrier than he is and Kakashi acts more annoyed than he is because they’re being silly. It’s another reason both aspects of them mellow out after retirement.

[ghoste-catte]

9 and 17 for the fanfic asks?

9. longest wip of the year

I don’t know what this means either!! The longest thing I wrote this year was Superbloom at 10 chapters and 50k words. I published Chapter 1 on January 1st after sitting on it for literally a year and a half, and wrapped I it up in May, so it’s also unquestionably the story I spent the longest time working on this year. 

17. fics you’ll continue next year

My two current WIPs are i think we’re haunted (i can hear the echoes of the past), which I wanted to have done in time for Halloween and obviously ... didn’t; and On My Way Home, which is a fic that had been in development since 2018 with incredibly glacial progress. Those will both get done this year! Sorry, by the way, to anyone who got super invested in OMWH after chapter 1, because I just realized it’s been almost 4 months since I updated it ... >.> 

I also have a substantial handful of WIPs in my drafts, including a multichap arranged marriage fic I’m co-writing with @sagemoderocklee, a sci-fi lost planet AU that was supposed to be for @naruto-scifi-week, a handful of fics I didn’t get finished for GaaLee Fest and ... a lot of PWPs. Like an inordinate number of them. Those are all gonna get completed next year, god willing. 

fanfic end of year ask meme - ask me!

[shikakunaras]

oraftel replied to your post: do i paint gai, kakashi or iruka first ? that’s...

gai gai gai gai gai

in reality he shouldn’t be too hard but he has like the best expressions and i suck at smiling people. but ill try just for you.

[kadywicker]

1 and 9 for WIP asks?

What made you write your WIP? fadsjfasdf well @monsternobility and i met & started talking and immediately that same night were losing our collective shit for HOURS about a role-swap au and then he was like “if you dont write this im going to kill you” and i was like “would u wanna write it with me” and so now here we are like 70k later. the braincell is bouncing back and forth between us at lightspeeds. it was also born of our general want for a role-swap au that fit our headcanons bc we disagreed with a lot of the popular ones and wanted 2 make our own.

Who is your favorite character to write? oh hard question. raphael is easier to write imo asmodeus’ voice was really hard to pin down at first but i think i’ve gotten the hang of it now. but i did love writing lucifer’s pov in the first half of chapter 2. lucifer is so fun to write honestly too bad he only gets one pov area. god is also fun whenever she’s involved. 

wip asks!

(wip in question is my role-swap good omens fic)

[valtsv]

i honestly deserve every single unfollow i get for this

[shiparmada]

Of Hobbits and Elves

(Here’s a short thing I did for @oraftel‘s birthday. They are a wonderful hobbit friend who once spent several hours with me coming up with head canons for a lord of the rings spiritassassin cross over. Happy birthday!!)

              In a hole in the ground there lived a baker. It was a hobbit-hole, and there the baker lived a perfectly comfortable existence. It had a perfectly round door that was always open, allowing for the scents of baked breads and sweet treats to drift out of it. The baker was not a fan of visitors, but could not resist when children came by to sample whatever it was the baker was making. The baker had once enjoyed having company, allowing family, friends, and even strangers to enter his home, but that had changed when he had returned from his travels.

              The baker was a well-to-do hobbit, most bakers in the Shire were, and being a particularly talented baker he was more well-to-do than most. His clothing was always modest, strangers never suspected that he was a well-to-do hobbit, but those in the Shire knew, and he was alright with that. He was also a hobbit in every sense, a fan of smoking from his pipe at sunset, enjoying second breakfast, and laughing as loudly and as boisterously as any other hobbit. He was a responsible hobbit, waking up every morning before sunrise to get the doughs mixed and pulled for the day, taking a break when he was done to allow the dough to rest. He kept his hair longer than most hobbits, and was taller than most as well, but neither of things brought the comments and the gossip to his door, not since he had returned from his travels.

              The hobbit's name was Baze Malbus, an unusual name for a hobbit for sure, but his mothers had hoped that a hobbit with an unusual name would mean that the hobbit would have an unusual life. If people did not know better, they would have suspected Malbus' mothers of being able to see the future. This was of course perposterous, and no hobbit worth their salt ever kept the thought for very long. It mostly did not apply to the hobbit, either, for in almost ever measure he was a very ordinary hobbit, not unusual in the least. Sure he spoke Elvish and occassionally swore in tongues other hobbits did not understand, but that was to be expected from a hobbit who had travelled out of the shire. It did not cause the talk.

              The thing that caused the other hobbits to talk was not Baze's clothes, or the strange words that come out of his mouth, or his hair. No, the thing that other hobbits talked about when it came to the baker who lived in a hole in the ground was the hobbit's marriage.

              There would have been talk if Baze Malbus had come back married to another hobbit the same gender as him, but the talk would have quickly died down when they saw how happy they were. Hobbits loved to gossip, after all, but none really cared about that sort of thing beyond using it as fuel for gossip. No one had suspected that the hobbit had a desire for that sort of marriage, many thought he didn't have a penchant for marriage at all, and the talk went wild. No, it was not that the hobbit had married another man that caused people to talk. Baze Malbus had left, alone, planning on going outside the shire to find an ingredient he read about in a book, and had returned with a bag full of herbs, and a tall, blind, elf for a husband.

              The elf's name was Chirrut Imwe, a name that tangled many a hobbit's tongue, tasting the unusual name like a sour lemon, sometimes spitting it out more than saying it. The elf never seemed to mind, calmly correcting mispronounciations of his name, and smiling at them even when they spoke harshly of him. Where Baze retreated into his house, buried himself in baking, only interacting with children who were more open minded than their elders, Chirrut made himself accessible to all. He placed himself outside in the garden, picking herbs that Baze needed or just sitting and humming, sometimes singing in languages that twisted and flowed, allowing them to float into the air on the wind. All of the hobbits of the Shire, including Baze, were in agreement that Chirrut Imwe was a very terrible singer.

              The fact that he was an elf was enough to convince the other hobits that he was strange, but they did not understand just how strange he was. Chirrut Imwe was short for an elf, though he was still tall enough to hit his head on the cross beams of the hobbit-hole, and he was too tall to sleep in a hobbit bed. When Baze had returned from his travels, the first thing he had done was purchase a new bed, one they could both fit in comfortably. Chirrut was blind, leading to a rash of rumors that all elves were blind, but sometimes people were convinced that he could see, that he was just faking it for the sake of pity, even though he never asked for pity.

              The other thing that made Chirrut odd, in a way that none of the hobbits could understand, was that Chirrut's hair was very short. Chirrut's hair was a matter of discussion amongst the hobbits, because it was so short, but none of the hobbits knew about elf traditions when it came to hair, or about the braided crown Baze kept in a box. Chirrut was a very odd elf indeed.

              Most would not expect the two to have come together, they were such an odd pair after all. They seemed like opposites, but few knew their story, and Baze was happy to keep it that way. It was none of their business, Baze would explain to Chirrut. None of the hobbits in the Shire knew, save for Baze, that their story was written in a book under Baze’s writing desk, waiting to be found long after their deaths, because Baze for all his gruff and bluster truly loved Chirrut, wanted the world to know about the amazing elf who brightened each of his days. Just not while he was still alive.

              “We could leave, you know,” Chirrut said one day as he dipped the fresh baked bread into the rabbit stew that sat on the table in front of him. The rumors that day had been particularly numerous, starting as a simple rumor that Chirrut could do a back flip from standing (which was the truth) that had multiplied and spread into a rumor that Chirrut had wooed the good baker Baze with his acrobatic talents in bed (this was less true. It was not the reason Baze had been wooed, but Baze was certainly not going to complain about Chirrut’s flexibility anytime soon). “There are so many places we have never seen, we could go and visit them. Get away from the rumors.”

              Baze had paused then, his knife sliding through the thick hearty bread, that crunched and cracked with a solid snap that only true fresh bread could make. He lifted the slice from the table and he put it into his own bowl of soup. “We could,” Baze said finally, after he swallowed the bite of soup soaked bread. “That is an option, I have left before, I could leave again.”

              “What is stopping us then?” Chirrut asked, hands clenching on the table, over a spot where Baze had carved his name in as a boy, a thing he had gotten into a lot of trouble about with his mothers. Chirrut always sat there, he enjoyed sliding his fingers over the now old carving, feeling the lines that made up Baze’s name. “Are you afraid that if you go out again you will find a dwarf who will set your heart afire and you would choose them over me?” Chirrut’s grin was wide and bright, taking over most of his face, holding back nothing. It was a beautiful smile, one that made Baze want to lean over the table right then and steal it away with a kiss, but he managed to hold back. Food was more important.

              “No, that is not my worry,” Baze said, turning his eyes away from Chirrut’s smile to focus on his bowl of soup. He spent time thinking. Baze did that a lot, took time to think. It was very important to take the time to think, Baze thought, especially when one did not want to upset someone else. Not that Chirrut would be upset, of course. Chirrut was rarely upset with Baze, but it was known to happen, and Chirrut’s wrath could be fierce. “This is our home,” Baze said simply, finishing the bread in his hand before slicing off two more slices, pushing one across the table to Chirrut. “If we were to go out and travel again, we would not have a home, not for a long time. We would be travelling, unable to settle down. I like having a home, with you, for us. This is where I want to be, always and forever.” Baze picked up his new slice of bread and he dipped it in, taking another bite. “Plus, we would never be able to find beds that would fit both of us again. You’re too tall.”

              Pride bloomed in Baze’s chest when he heard his husband’s laugh, and looked up when he heard a hand hit the table, turning to face Chirrut again when he saw Chirrut leaning over it (a feat much easier for Chirrut because of his height). Baze lifted one hand, a hand that had flour and dough under his finger nails, cupped the back of Chirrut’s head, and gave him a kiss. Just like the first one, and just like their last one, and all the kisses that had come between, it was perfect. Baze’s life was not how he had imagined it growing up, but instead it was even better than he had ever imagined.

[hobbitunderthemountain]

oraftel replied to your post “the worst part about rewriting a canon plot to fit an au is that you...”

this is such a MOOD OMG this is why i find writing slightly-different-than-canon aus both fascinating and challenging because ? ??? how dyou do things differently and yet kinda the same and make it interesting?? omg i feel

riGHT and like it feels GREAT when you come up with something that references the actual canon but it’s so much more of a perfect fit for your au 

but right now i’m spiraling down the ‘rewrite the episodes with minor differences’ and uhh it’s not as interesting as it could be i kNOW BUT HOW TO BREAK FREE OF THIS RUT?????