Katiaᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━

pc user | she/her | currently obssesing over twd and star wars

[theonewhoskills]

Intro to this blog⋆·˚ ༘ *

Every blog I stalked had an intro post, so here we goo

Basic info: Call me Katia. I'm 21 years old and I am from Argentina, so English is not my first language, and of course, it is not perfect.

ao3 - spotify

Im a big geek, nerd, call it what you want. I get all this big obsessions of random media that can last years or a week, so yeah, I dont just "like" something, I need it to consume my soul

I love to read, from big pretentious books to an one-shot on wattpad, and have the time of my life while doing so. I have been in fandom spaces since I was like 8, so I love fanfiction, ships, art, animations, soundtracks, give me all of it. I always wanted to get into editing, but idk where the hell to start. Sometimes I write, but I always find an excuse to not share it. Working on that!.

Also, I dont have a problem with proship and dead dove do not eat content, I think art comes in all forms and we should not shame (or censor) someone for their way of expressing themselves. Of course, If I write about it, I will tag it.

If you are looking for a beta reader, or you just want to talk, you are more than welcome to dm me!

Warnings -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

This blog may (probably will) contain content intended for adults only. Please, minors do not interact.🔞

Please dont feed Ai with any of my works.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

not gonna lie, sometimes when I’m writing my fics I don’t actually have a plot as I am writing it and will just be winging it as I go like “vibe first 🙂 plot second 👌🏻” and more often than not, I’m actually satisfied with how the fics turn out

[clytemnestraaa]

one of my creative writing professors once said that to evaluate a work as good or not, first you ask what the work is attempting to do, and then you evaluate how well it does it. and this is how to judge everything from critical essays to romance novels to snack packaging to theory tracts.

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

i am Thinkimg . about the Character. and listening to a Song. i a m sure this will not have repercussions

[theonewhoskills]

I gotta give it to the sharick shippers out there on ao3, because boy, they do get how damn crazy shane could get.

The things I have read. I'm not even brave enough to public booksmart them lol. But they are written in such a great, compelling way! sometimes it feels like an actual horror story.

[theonewhoskills]

savior! beth greene wip

So a couple moths ago I was working on a twd au where Beth escapes the hospital, and ends up living in the sanctuary. I realised I'm probably never going to finish it, so I'm posting it on here :)

Its really short (around 1k words), and the scene is where she talks to Negan for the first time. Enjoy!

scene under the cut

Negan was resting, leaning against the door, facing the guarding walkers. A smoke trail followed his hand to his mouth, and his breaths were visible with the freezing weather. It was a really chilly winter, and for once, she was grateful that she was at the sanctuary. She had a roof and hot meals, even if she almost never touched them. It was more than she had ever thought she would have again.

She stopped her quiet walk a few meters away from him, and jumped into some concrete fence so she could comfortably sit cross-legged. God, it really was cold. “Fuck” she muttered, almost barely audible, adjusted her too-big hoodie, and searched in her pockets for something to warm her up. Her hand came out visible with a cigarette in it. She had never been too fond of smokers, but, fuck it, why not? If her life could crumble, so could her taught morals.

She placed the cigarette in her almost pale lips, and searched for a lighter. Back pockets... hoodie pockets... nothing. She cursed to the air, and removed the smoke from her mouth. She drew a big breath, closing her eyes. The freezing air filled her lungs, welcoming the cold like a friend. Her body relaxed, and she let it out and watched the trail of mist. She smiled.

“Want a light?”

Her gaze immediately locked on Negan, watching him, lighter in one hand, cigarette on the other. She got on her feet with a jump, and walked towards him. Placed the smoke again in her lips, and reached for his offering hand, grabbing the purple lighter from him. His hand was icy. Looks like she wasn’t the only one not properly dressed for that night.

The smoke entered her body, and with a huff it left just as fast. It left a funny taste in her tongue. This one had to be a different kind from the ones she had usually found tossed over at the sanctuary borders, it was more strong.

“Thank you” She muttered, handing him his lighter, hand brushing against pale fingers again.

“Where did you find that?” He took another puff, not even bothering to look at her.

She put her hoodie cap over her head. “How do you know I didn’t use my points to get it?” Her question was genuine, but she sounded a little bit more defensive than what she would’ve liked and cursed in her mind for that.

He let out a half-crooked smile. “I know you didn’t” He looked at her “Asked you a question.”

She immediately looked away, and folded. She knew better than to get in the nerves of the one person she knew she didn’t have to fuck with. “I dunno.” She shrugged “I was walking, found a cabin. Or what was left of it. Just found this.” Her hand travelled to her busy lips.

He nodded and looked again at the dark before him. “That one” He pointed “is a Marlboro. They were some expensive shit ykow. We mostly have the shitty cheap ones for sell here” He breathed out “the expensive shit, I have it.” He tossed away the consumed cig, and reached in the pocket of his leather jacket. He took the Marlboro box and picked another, that took the others place. “Didn’t took you for a smoker, though.”

She looked from the black trees to the man beside her a couple times. She knew she looked lost, vulnerable. Maybe she was. “I’m not.” Suddenly she remembered how she always lighted and tasted the half-smoked cigarettes she found on the floor of, well… everywhere. “I wasn’t.” She breathed out the smoke filling her lungs.

He did the same, and shifted on his stance. Maybe his back was hurting from staying on the same pose for too long. He was an older man after all. Maybe it was better to leave and let him be, before she said the wrong thing and pissed him off; go and keep doing whatever she was doing before. She was about to excuse herself when she heard his coarse voice again.

He spoke with a sigh. “What are you doing here, blondie?”

Okey, now she truly was lost. “You called me- “

He shook his head slowly. “no, no. I mean here. Out here” He did a gesture with his hands. She looked at the fence. A walker was choking up with a stick. “Yknow, I see you.” She furrowed one of her brows, taken aback. “Always at late nights. Rambling through all here.” a wry smile. He clicked his tongue. “I did think I wouldn’t see you today thought. Seems freezing your guts out won’t stop your bony legs.”

She took a deep drag on her cig after that. It was a miracle she didn’t choke on it. “Well. The smoke helps.” Of course she knew he saw her. She always saw him. Always on the same spot, without Lucille, smoking a ciggy or with a drink. She just hoped he didn’t acknowledge her.  He looked a lot less terrifying without his bat, but he still had this presence. Even when hiding in the darkest corner of the sanctuary, he still had this aura that made people knew better than to bother him. She knew better. But here she was. She took a deep sigh and crossed her arms.

He raised his brows and did a tilt with his head. “Sure does.” He leaned back and looked at the sky. “God, how old are you even?” He narrowed his eyes and massaged his temple.

A dry laugh left her lips, and surprised herself as much as it did him. Now it was her turn to look at the sky. “Does that even matter anymore?”

...

Hope you liked it! The ending is shitty because It wasnt supposed to end there xd.

If she feels a little bit ooc, it´s cause in this au she went trough a lot after the hospital lol. But I wanted to keep her softness.

Thank you for reading!

[pipshinwhatever]

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

[cykelops]

chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.

[riverlarking]

i love clicking on somebody’s ao3 profile and seeing the most nonsensical collection of fandoms. like yess let's live a thousand lifetimes

[theonewhoskills]

It is so fun to write the most random things on here because nobody cares and nobody knows who tf am I yea!!!¡¡¡!!

[theonewhoskills]

You know when you are really comfy at 3 am and chilly and then you get this sudden urge to bake muffins and change your whole life course but then once again it is 3 am. Well I really want to bake some muffins

[aptronyms]

stop… making… her… a… MOM FIGURE !!! *my psychic powers throw everything across the room*

[aptronyms]

everyone who has said "yeah! she's not a mom figure, she's an OLDER SISTER FIGURE!" on this post owes me $200. WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE ANY OF THESE STUPID FAMILIAL FIGURES!! WHY CAN'T SHE JUST BE FRIENDS WITH HER FRIENDS!!!

[concerningwolves]

You will never 100% idiotproof your creative work & if you try to, you will only succeed in smothering the soul out of it. btw

[sacred-portal]

[francisforever2014]

how it feels to refer to men’s “pecs” as their tits

[polarity-disturbed]

big fan of when a character metaphorically sweeps something under the rug, but you can feel them flinch every time they walk over it and feel the crumbs beneath their feet

[tpwrtrmnky]

I'm so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.