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silver-moon-rabbit answered your question “Is anyone else not getting messages via the “ask” function? I know...”
No idea... I sent you an ask two days ago :/
BLEEEERRRRGH I’m sorry! I don’t see it in my inbox, so I am going to yell FUCK OFF TUMBLR at the sky :(
I don’t know if this means I should skip TMI Tuesday, but I got messages yesterday and today, so maybe it’s worth a try!
I was tag by Silver Moon Rabbit!
@Rule tag 10 people you want to get to know better
Birthday: 26th November ^^,
Gender: Iron Man! Oh, yes, I’m female ;)
Relationship status: In relationship
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius ♐
Siblings: Two (much) older brothers ^^,
Favorite Color: Aquamarine blue is my weakest point *.*
Pets: My fabulous pet princess Phoebe, and the purring prince Toranohito (shortly Tora. but He’s started to get fat for winter, so I started to call him Torta which means cake in Hungarian :”D)
Wake-up and Sleep Time: I’m absolutely a night-type person, I used to sleep from 2-3 a.m. to midday. That’s why I need an own business ^^,
Lemonade or Iced Tea: Both of them, but in fruit flavor. Did you ever taste strawberry limonade? Best of the bests! ^^,
Coke or Pepsi: If I must choose, Coke. But usually non of them.
Day or Night: Niiiight! That’s not a question xD
Text or Call: Call is faster and easier, meeting is the gretest for me ^^,
Makeup or Natural: Ehm... I have some troubles with make up, if someone could teach me how to use an eyeliner... That’d be great ^^”
Smile or Eyes: Eyes! Smile? Smile! Or eyes...? Oh, okay, eyes!
Light or Dark Hair: What about black hair with blue eyes? *.*
Shorter or Taller: Taller.
Intelligence or Attraction: “Attractively intelligent~ ^_-” by Silver Moon Rabbit and I totally agree!
Chapstick or Lipstick: If chapstick means lip balm I choose that one!
City or Country: In a smaller city next to a big one, where the traffic and transport is still good but the environment is much better.
And now the taggin part: @sholya-art, @yanadake (well why not? :P), @biusxstuff, @ilovebeinganinjaturtle aaand @cartooncrazy4! Feel free do/not do it! ^^,
Hugs for everypony!
Well for your prompts meme, I will go for 42 ! (the universal answer ! yay ! ) - April/Donnie ! Thanksss ! ^^
42. “I swear it was an accident.” (GaVG Apritello; April and Donnie are 27)
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“There is nothing accidental about handcuffs, April.” Donnie shifts, the links of the short chain clinking. “I thought that was obvious.”
April throws away the innocent act without a blink. “You know what else is obvious?” She straddles him, warm enough in her shorts and tank top to make him gasp, then grins. “I should have done this to you a long time ago.”
“Oh?” he manages, trying not to look at the point where April’s top ends and her creamy, freckled, perfect skin begins.”I didn’t know forcible detaining was one of your buttons.”
She laughs, inching closer. “Don’t you mean bondage, Donnie? Come on, don’t play word games.”
It’s very possible that within the next few seconds, Donnie won’t be capable of monosyllabic conversation, much less word games. He wouldn’t mind staying exactly where he is all night – April’s arranged him comfortably enough, and he’d like to know where she got handcuffs to fit his wrists – but there’s so much work left in the lab, and so little time left to do it in.
“April,” he says, just as she starts to trace gentle, lazy loops on his plastron with a fingertip. “I hate to ask, but can we raincheck? I’m – god, I’m sorry, but I’m swamped back at the lab. Just till tomorrow night?”
She shakes her head, not looking at him, still drawing spirals and whorls.
“Please?” he says, a touch worried that she’s angry – but April would never get mad at him for something so petty, not when she knows, when she can feel how much he regrets it. “It’s just for one night.”
“Nope,” she says, finally looking up and smiling. “And before you get all guilty and stressed out, Leo knows you’re spending the night here. In my bed.” A grave, stretched-out pause. “Specifically sleeping.”
“What?” Donnie tries to sit up, but the handcuffs pull him back to the bed. “This is to get me to sleep?”
April nods, smug and delicious and so warm, so warm. “If you head back to the lair, even if you say you’ll get sleep, someone’ll ask for something, and you’ll be up all night.” She kisses him lightly, grinning when he whines and strains for more. “Consider this an enforced break. The cuffs come off when you start dozing.”
“Evil,” Donnie says, too impressed to complain much more.
“Yep,” April replies, pushing him back to the pillows, arranging the covers over him. “And if you go to sleep without too much protest,” she adds, “tomorrow morning, I’ll show you what the handcuffs are really for.”
Hey ! I was wondering, are you a kind of "musical" writter ? I mean, when I draw or write (yes I write too /blushes) I need music to work. I wanna know if it was the same for you, if so, what kind of music do you listen to ? Thanks ! ^^
Ugggh this is so delayed, I’m sorry!
I have to credit half of my inspiration at any given moment, on any given story, to music. It’s a really close, intimate relationship – I do my best writing while listening to music. My original fiction (all one million plus words of it at this point) was inspired by a two-and-a-half minute song, and individual songs inspire scenes all the time.
I have playlists on 8tracks for all of my POV characters that I listen to when I need to get inside their heads. A lot of the songs, on the surface, probably don’t make a ton of sense (thanks, synaesthesia!), but it’s all about getting to a point where I hear their voices clearly enough to put their words on the page. I’ve got 8tracks playlists for all my OTPs, too, so I can capture the emotional nuance of each relationship.
As for the music I listen to when I’m writing, I default to instrumental soundtracks. My go-to is the Halo 4 soundtrack (at this point, I hear the first notes of “Awakening” and I’m ready to write), but I’ve also been listening to the Destiny soundtrack, the Ender’s Game soundtrack, Skyrim atmospheres, and the Interstellar soundtrack. I tend to write big, sprawling science-fiction and fantasy stories, so my writing music needs to be pretty hefty to match.
And, of course, there’s always Sigur Ros, though I’ve ruined “Gong” for myself permanently because of what I wrote while listening to that track. Oops!
Do you recommend any artists/songs? I’m always looking for new music!
<3
I have just read you GaVG first chapters and drabbles until "fire and the Ocean floor", and my heart is already broken. Well done Bee, well done...
Oh gosh! Well, thank you for reading <3 I’m sorry for the heartbreak -- if it makes you feel any better, writing “Holly, Yarrow” and “Fire and the Ocean Floor” had me tearing up all over the place.
Poor Donnie. Someone needs to take him away from me.
Seriously, thank you for reading!!
Hey ! ^^ Hum... so many choices... I would go with "G" or "R" with April and Donnie pwease o-o (I'm sorry but I just can't get bored of your fanficts with those two ^^;) Thanks !
Author’s Notes: Set in the not so distant future. April is in her third year of college and needs some help studying. Donnie is feeling a touch of Spring fever. Rated T
Studying Break
April reached over the pile of hercalculus homework to grab her T-phone as it buzzed and skittered across thedesk. She slid her thumb over the screen and held the phone to her ear with adramatic sigh.
“Finally,” she said, not letting thecaller get in a word before rambling forward. “I thought you were lying in aditch somewhere. You’re not lying in a ditch somewhere, are you?”
“Uh, no. I’m not in a ditch, I just…”
“Good, great, I need your help,” shereplied, cutting him off. “My Calc three exam is tomorrow and, and I’m going tofail, Donnie. I know it. I keep looking down at this stuff and it’s like hieroglyphicsor something. I swear, I understood it in class and now, now it’s all jumbledtogether and I’m going to fail and I’m going to lose my scholarship and have todrop out and…”
“Take a deep breath,” he said, thecalmness in his voice only making her nerves fray further.
“I don’t have time to breathe,Donatello!” she insisted, her voice growing shriller with each syllable. “I’mgoing to fail this stupid test. I don’t fail things. I can’t. You have to comeover. You have to help me learn this stuff.”
There was an awkward pause on the otherend and she was certain she could hear him bite his bottom lip. “Oh, umm, I’mnot sure that’s…I mean, I can’t really…Master Splinter, ya see…”
“Aren’t you a ninja?” she demanded,pushing away from her desk to properly pace the room. “Sneak out!”
She took in a sharp breath through hernose and cursed the building pressure behind her eyes. “I need your help,Donnie.”
“All right…I’ll be right there,” he saidquietly. “Just, it’s going to be fine. You know this stuff. Take a step back.We’ll figure it out together.”
She nodded, forgetting that he couldn’tsee her. “Hurry up,” she said, holding the phone to her chest after hanging up.
She continued her pacing for what seemedlike an eternity only stopping when she heard the telltale knock on the window.He stood back on the fire escape as April heaved open the old window and took astep back to give him room. He ducked through the window, dropping his book-bagonto her bed. April moved towards him, stopping short when he made an awkwardlurch in the opposite direction. Her eyes narrowed slightly as suspicionmomentarily pushed aside her growing academic panic.
“Why weren’t you answering your phone?”she asked, trying and failing to force his gaze.
“I answered,” he mumbled, staringintently up at the ceiling.
“Uh huh,” April replied, tapping herfinger along her chin. “Everything is all right, then?”
He nodded with a little too much forceand moved his gaze from the ceiling to the floor and back again. “Yeah, fine,fine, everything is good. So, math…we should…math.”
April pressed her lips together in athin line and narrowed her focus to a pinpoint. She wasn’t trying to read histhoughts. That’s not how it worked, not really and she would never do somethingso invasive even if it was within her power. No, it was feelings and the shapeof thought that met her mind when she reached out for him. Donnie’s mind wassomething she had grown used to over the years, the rapid-fire patterns andtwists as familiar and comforting as her own. His mind was a bright, wonderfulplace that she couldn’t hope to unravel even if they had a lifetime together.That bright, shining, never stopping well of light and thought was not whatwaited for her this warm spring evening. It was something far simpler,something baser and the brashness of it made her blush.
A tiny, giggle escaped her mouth and sheslammed her hand over her mouth to stop it, but the damage was already done.His eyes widened and a sharp breath inhaled through his nose. The green of hisface deepened and she knew if she reached out to touch his skin it would bewarm to the touch.
“Stop it,” he said, shaking his head andpointing at her in accusation. “You shouldn’t…I didn’t…this was a bad idea. Imean, I’m not feeling well and this…here,” he dumped the contents of the bagonto her bedspread. “Study guides. I need to…to not,” he rambled off intosputtering non-words as April closed the gap between them with a teasing smirkon her face.
“You are looking a little flushed,” shesaid with a teasing pout, resting her hand along his face. “Warm.”
She watched his Adam’s apple move as heswallowed and felt the sharp pang of desire cloud his thoughts. He leaned intoher touch with a tilt of his head and a pained grimace. April knew the gentletouch would be enough to drive him crazy when he was like this. It was a littlecruel, but it’s not as though she was about to leave him high and dry. Maybe alittle break was just what she needed to clear her head; help her relax.
“You…you smell really good,” he said,nuzzling against her hand.
She pressed against him to feel the deeprumble in his chest reverberate throughout her entire body, making her fingersand toes tingle in anticipation. “You could have just said you were feelingthis way,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along the length of his arm. “Youknow I don’t mind…helping you feel better.”
The rumble in his chest churned into agrowl in his throat. “Am I that obvious?” he asked and she could hear the shameand regret clinging to that small question.
She smiled, taking hold of his faceuntil their eyes met. “Always,” she said quietly. “In everything. I can readyou like a book, ya know.”
A snort of a laugh broke bitter from hismouth. “Doesn’t really seem fair,” he said with a shy grimace that didn’t quitereach a smile. “I can never read you.”
April stood up on her tiptoes, pullinghis face towards her until their lips touched. The rumble was back and the handat her waist pulled her tight against his plastron. “How about I give you theCliff’s notes?” she asked, pulling him towards her bed with a wicked grin.
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