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9, 10, 13 for ask game 😽😽
9. how would you survive an apocalypse or at least attempt to?
to be completely honest at that point i wouldnt want to live that badly KHDDJH
10. dream pet?
ouhh..,, i think squirrels are so cute:(
13. favorite film?
CORALINE ! i do not play around abt that movie LMAOOO seriously.
(so sorry im late dhdhhdh)
8 and 23 of the ask game 🫶🏼
8. favorite accessory you own?
i have a necklace that's a rose quartz in the shape of a heart and it is one of my most prized possessions!
23. a hobby you tried but didnt stick with?
oh this is hard. playing piano! i could never figure it out:(
(so sorry im late af to these i forgot about them😭)
Hi do you have an ao3 account?
no!! not yet
whats your favourite colour?
yellow!!
hello ur art is very good !!! very tasty like ramen yes thumbs up emoji
BFF that is one of the best compliments I've ever received thank you so much <33
Hey your Legend of Zelda art is amazing and gives me a strong push to keep me going.
OMG DEAREST thank you so much😭❤️ happy to keep you inspired :D
Happy FFWF! Tell me about a headcanon you have for your favorite character
Fuck, I have so many! Ranging from sweet to sad and back again. If I had to choose one that isn't sad then it's gotta be the one where Tony can't cook at all, but he can make his mother's sauce. Everything else he's awful at, but blanching tomatoes, chopping garlic and basil, knowing the right amount of seasoning to add without measuring... He can do it with his eyes closed. He has no explanation. No reason why he can do that but can't even make an omelet.
All he can think is: Those Sundays when Maria would actually go into the kitchen (for something other than ice) and cook dinner are the the only good memories he has. Memories that are untouched somehow. Pure.
He would sit at the kitchen island and watch her deft hands as she dunked the tomatoes into boiling water and peeled the skin off. He studied how she crushed and chopped the garlic, how she rolled the basil so it was easier to chop.
When he was old enough, he would help her. Until it became second nature, until it was as easy to him as writing in zeroes and ones.
Tony's sauce becomes a staple. It's amazing. Delicious. Anyone who eats it praises Tony to heaven and back. It makes him blush.
He shares it with everyone he cares about, a love song you can eat.
❤
Happy (Late) Fanfic Writer Friday!! My question this week is: what’s your favourite part of the writing process? -Superherotiger
This is super tough! How dare you? 😜
I had to sit and think about this for a hot minute, but I think it's seeing the stories/movies I create in my head and seeing them come to life in unexpected ways. They're always so different from what I initially imagined!
There's also that satisfactory feeling of completing the chapter or story and basking in the glow of a finished project and met goal!
Thank you for the question!
