#{(COME PLOT WITH MY BBIES!)}

[agoodtuckering]

PSA: I'm also an avid roleplayer. My main place for writing roleplay stories at the moment is over at @afriendtoravens (Emiel Regis from The Witcher), although I have many others. Chances are, if you have a follow that comes from here and you're a roleplayer, it came from that particular side blog: my Regis.

Again, my roleplay bbies are only side blogs, so any following will automatically come from here. Feel free to follow my character(s) or to message me if you wanna plot.

[caitybellfics]

Weekend WIP Game

Thank you, @whimsymanaged, for the tag, I am sorry it's taken me so long to do this ha ha!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List:

Do I include Drabble series I haven't quite completed? Do I include unposted fics? Original works I write on the side?

Damn, this is hard!

I'm just going to start and see where this takes me...

Here we go:

Chapter Fics Currently Being Posted:

Petals (Dramione, Fae AU, Fated Mates) - Petals just kind of ... happened. It was meant to be a quick five-chapter fic, but the chapters kept getting longer and longer and all of a sudden I have a 90,000+ fic on my hands. Definitely the longest chapters I've written for a book/fic. I tend to like to keep chapters no more than 7k long, but Petal's average is something like 18k. I have no explanation other than it felt right.

Sacred Blood (Dramione, Mafia AU, Alchemy instead of magic) - I absolutely love Mafia Romance, and so it was natural for me to be inspired to write a DHr Mafia fic. This story took a back seat while I got Petals out of my system, unfortunately, it's been a hard year and Petals has taken an age to finish. But I can't wait to get back to my murder bbies.

Wings ... and Other Romantic Things (Charmione, Second Chance Love, Mystery) - A little romcom-esque romp. Hermione is forced to work with Charlie (an ex-fling during the war) when local Veelas are being attacked. Charlie and Hermione must solve the crime and catch the attacker, all while past feelings come back in full force.

Drabble Series In Progress:

Think Of Me (Dramione, Pierced C*ck Draco, Curious Hermione) - I have literally one more chapter to this raunchy, crack fic. I swear I will get to it soon!

Games (Dramione, Panville, Bluna, Theo/Padma, Cho/Dean, Ginny/Harry, Ginny/Seamus, Magical Sex Toys) - I get this one requested to finish a lot (you filthy heathens). I have five more pairings to do!

Ferrets and Fun (Dramione, Ferret Animagus Draco, Fluff/Humor) - I adore Ferret!Draco. Truly. There is no real plot in this drabble series. Just whatever inspires me. I should write another installment of his shenanigans soon ...

Lucius Malfoy and the Eternal Struggle of Being Him (Dramione, Lucius POV) - Same as above, no real plot, just dramatic Daddy Lucius watching his son be in love with Hermione. He's not bad in these, just extra!

Fics I am Currently Writing But Have Not Posted:

Magic Finds A Way (Dramione, Jurassic Park AU) - This fic is an absolute delight. I am actually really proud of it and all the parallels I've made to the original JP book and the films. But it will probably be a while before I post it :(. It's gotta be almost completed before I start to post and it's got to be absolutely perfect to me.

Demagogue (Second Gen, OG MCs but descendants of Dramione, Hinny, and Voldy) - This is my Magnum Opus. And like Magic Finds A Way, will not be posted until I feel it is perfect. But it's a twisty one, with lots of action, mystery, and pining romance. I can't wait to start posting about it.

The Perfect Alpha (Dramione, A/B/O) - I go feral for A/B/O, so while I'm surprised I haven't written more of it (only one little drabble), I am also not surprised. This fic is a lofty one, and my ambition for it has caused it to be put on the back burner. :(

Sad Eyes: The Expansion Series (Dramione, Theo/Padma, Blaise/Luna, Panville) I have three spin-off short chapter fics based in the world of my Sad Eyes fic. All feature a different pairing, tackling different types of trauma and how they heal after the war.

Curses of the Sand (Panville, Adventure through Egypt) - I started writing this fic for a Panville fest but fell behind due to school. I love the story and setting and pairing, so I will definitely be posting it at some point!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Petals at 92,642.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Demagogue. POSSIBLY Magic Finds A Way.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Too difficult a question. I love all my fics for different reasons and it really depends on my current mood and place in life that decides what I want to work on. I'm going through a rough time right now, so I would have to say Petals because Hermione is also currently struggling and it's nice to not feel alone in that regard.

But, I daydream about Demagogue and the Sad Eyes Expansions the most, I would say.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Magic Finds A Way. I am worried no one will care about it since it isn't the typical Dramione fic. It's science that has been twisted by magic and dinosaurs ha ha. And if it "flops" I would be devastated because I have literally worked so hard on the parallels between it and the OG materials and media.

I guess the same could be said about Demagogue. It's my baby, my most precious creation, and if no one reads it because it's second-gen and OG characters, with the main pairings fandom likes just being sided characters ... I would probably leave fandom lol, I'm being dramatic but also not really. I am not sure how I would take it if no one gave it a chance.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Oh, well, read my answer to the question above!

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Magic Finds A Way. I have two betas that have read the OG Jurassic Park, and also have a fandom friend helping me with the French Draco speaks.

I have the same betas for every chapter fic I write. They both encourage and rip apart my writing to help me flesh out every single aspect of my stories.

Drabbles? You get what you get 🤣 from me.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

I don't really get writer's block. I know exactly what I want to happen in all of my story ideas, but I do have periods of time where I am physically unable to write whether that be irl drama, my health, or a busy work schedule that leaves me exhausted.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Demagogue! Yes! So, In this fic, The Cursed Child does not exist and my MC is named Hallow and she is the abandoned daughter of Voldemort, adopted by Harry and Ginny after the war.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Well, that depends on what you like 😉

Creature fucking, particularly wing kink? Read Petals.

You into egregious smut? Read my Games series.

Sharp suits, hand kinks, and men who would literaly murder anyone who touches you---that does it for you? Sacred Blood is your jam.

When I finally post my A/B/O, I am sure it will take the cake for spice.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Oh my gosh, Sad Eyes. Hand's down.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Demagogue. But, for a fic I am currently posting/have posted? Sad Eyes.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Magic Finds A Way - Isla Nublar (dinosaur island, like come on!)

Curses of the Sand - Egypt

Petals - Faerie Realm

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Magic Finds A Way

Demagogue

Petals

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

I've kind of already said why, but Demagogue and Magic Finds A Way.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Yes ha ha.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

They all have different complexities and characterizations of the characters we all know and love. I try to change things up with every fic!

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Lucius Malfoy and the Eternal Struggle of Being Him cracks me up. I love Lucius. And though Sad Eyes is about healing trauma and all that, I think there are some pretty funny moments and quips in that fic.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Lucius Malfoy and the Eternal Struggle of Being Him, Lucius' POV.

My Sad Eyes Expansion fics as well as my Games series are both diving into pairings I have never done before nor see often or at all!

Petals has POV parts from Narcissa's and it's a really cool way to create an even bigger picture in the aspect of court politics within the fae realm. It makes the stakes seem greater than just Draco and Hermione being mates, etc.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

I have a song for every scene of anything I write. Most of everything I come up with is inspired by music. If you ever ask me what song helped me write a scene/fic/drabble, I will definitely have one to share.

Tagging: Look, I have too many WIPs to tag, so I am not even going to try. I also think this challenge has already made the rounds since I am so behind on doing it. So I don't want to bother anyone by accidentally double-tagging them!

[metalheads-trash-bin]

Hi, I'd like to say that your "VCR's are all still images now" complaint doesn't actually make any sense because here's the stats for moving tapes in the chapters:

Chapter 1: 1/5 (GrabPack training) (obligatory "wow, this chapter is low on stuff" comment here)

Chapter 2: 2/10 (GrabPack training, Marcus Brickley)

Chapter 3: 2/12 (GrabPack training, HOJ) (I'm adding the HOJ here because its technically not a cutscene, but its dubious as all hell)

Chapter 4: 1/~13 (GrabPack training) (sorry, no wiki list yet, and I'm no good at horror games)

The problem we're seeing here is proportional instead of quantative, but you're using a quantative argument, which is a problem.

I do agree that a bioshock-style tape system would work better than the system that's currently being used, not only because the still images on the tapes kinda suck but because the "there's a VCR player so there must be a tape around here somewhere" style of it all kills some of the fun of genuinely exploring for the tapes, and I, personally, want to be able to listen to the tapes without having to interrupt the gameplay for it (the Harley Sawyer tape in the middle of a puzzle pissed me off, can't you tell?)

This would be fixed by having a system where its easier to listen to character tapes without interrupting things, which is, from what I understand, the style used in Bioshock.

Also, more of the tapes should be used for similar things as the journal entries were, because, honest to god, I don't care about Stella Greyber's emotional conflicts over how the BBI is great, but Riley's journals got me really attached to her really quickly.

Also, the only tapes that really need VCR players are Leith Pierre's at the beginning of the first chapter and the end of this one, the GrabPack trainings, and the HOJ. (Sorry Jacksepticeye fans, Bendy people only ever heard his voice and we loved it. Marcus Brickley's tape is not nearly as important as the ones listed, and it only had live video because Mob wanted to prove they had JSE play a role)

Anyways, if you like me talking about your issues with Chapter 4 and analysing (from a game design and writing perspective) what went wrong and how I'd fix it, I can keep doing this, cause I agree with a lot of your complaints but think it could still have gone really well.

Also, it is so obvious which parts of the plot were written by the old writing team and which were written by the new, because the old team's writing is significantly more consistent thematically and the new team doesn't seem to understand the themes as well, if that makes sense.

I agree with all that, i think moreso my quantity complaint is because generally almost every single room you went in in chapter 4 had at least two tapes, and the audio for said tapes was a lot longer than typical. Instead of using it to help aid the story they practically had it be a crutch for poor lore placement.

A majority of the VCRs in the game are still images, yes, but usually it actually has something to do with the lore. For instance Catnaps paw being shown during one of the cave conversations in chapter three and the warped Huggy that comes out of the TV (an insanely good concept btw), instead of having the images be something to analyze and appeal (like for instance “what the fuck is that purple claw oh god”) it was “oh thats doeys container, cool i guess.” The previous chapters appeared to have less VCRs not only because of the length of the audio, but also the content and visuals. You were searching for the VCRs with intent and genuine curiosity, this chapter seemed moreso to use them as extras and, as stated, ways to drop lore in a lazy context. Which made it much more boring to listen to.

I really liked what they did with Riley, i agree, but i do wish that they spaced out the notes a little more and let it be more curious instead of it being an almost immediate gratification. Have more notes around, let it be kind of an egg hunt for the key and whatnot. To be honest Rileys story was probably the most emotional thing about this chapter.

The bioshock concept is a good idea and shouldve been used, i wish they did more research when it came to different ways to produce lore and audio.

Its just agitating, because the third chapter had an INSANE amount of progress when it came to the horror aspect all for it to get tossed.

[thekingsparty]

[aeliell]

         PLOTTING CALL. like this post & i’ll chat you up for plots !!

[fenixburnedmoved]

*rattles cup* spare g.rishaverse interactions??? 🥺👉👈

[blckebiiitch]

CHARACTER INTRO - OOC post.

Hiii bbies, we've been in groups together before but I'm Anna Banana ! This is my bby Blake, I've played her in many, many groups over the years and below is some info on her.

Full name: Blake Penelope Marie.

Age: 29 yrs old - July 23, 1993.

Hometown: Gainesville, GA

Currently Resides In: Jacksonville, FL

Occupation: AEW Seamstress. She's worked for IMPACT Wrestling and she worked for NJPW in the past as well.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Relationship Status: Single. She enjoys having a good time, but she also guards her heart and herself from most people when it comes to that aspect of her life. Blake Marie was born in Gainesville GA to her parents Ted and Victoria Marie - her father is a successful lawyer and her mother owned a flower shop in town. Blake had a "picture perfect" family for most of her life and while her parents weren't physically abusive to her, they weren't exactly loving either. Often times she was the subject of a lot of mental and emotional abuse, her father cheated on her mother a lot with different women from the law firm he worked at. Her mother was never really fit to be a mom if she was being honest with herself, she had fallen pregnant, and Ted always hoped for a son but ended up getting Blake instead. Blake's relationship with her parents has always been rocky at best but she tries to make it work as best as she can.

When she was 12 years old, her grandmother taught her how to sew and it's been a passion of hers ever since. She's also always been big into professional wrestling and she knew that one day if she had it her way - she'd make it into the professional wrestling scene. She went to college at the Miami International University Of Art & Design for Fashion design and merchandising, that was where she landed some connections with local independent promoters around FL and eventually, she caught the eye of Impact Wrestling and spent 3 years with the company, after those 3 years were up, she ended up moving to Japan - where she got a job with NJPW. She worked for them until 2021 - when she ended up at AEW and has been there ever since.

Blake's hobbies / interests include: wrestling, shopping, food, makeup, making youtube videos, hanging out with friends, writing, reading, etc.

Blake is a pretty friendly person, she always goes out of her way to try and include people, she easily makes friends, and she's got a pretty loud out there personality that does sometimes get her into trouble.

She's open to any & all plots, shipping of course comes with chemistry, but everything else is up for grabs. Hit me up for my discord or hit the heart & I'll come bug you for plot ideas. <3

[blazewatergem]

Why havnt i unfollowed? *Unrolls scroll*

You're so sweet and nice? A sweetheart? And so smart and cool?! I barely know any robotics so listening to you talk about them or any of your other interests make brain go brr??

And you find the most on point of memes!?

You're willingness to dive into different w.i.p or works and parkour around them is so motivational and encouraging??

Im love your blorbos? Blorbi in law!

And i love you, you're adorable and id wanna give you a crushing bear hug (but i wont cause you bbi)

🥺 Piiiiiiiiidgeeeeeeeeeee 💜💜💜 you said I’m nice 😭😭 I’m so worried I come off as detached some days I cannot stress how happy I am I am doggo you said I’m NICE —

I have so many interests :’D I’ll have to share some of the wilder stories, especially since I was in High School AND Middle School Robotics(actually was part of the FIRST MS team 😌) glad to know I haven’t been boring about those stories though haha

Oh, if Tumblr wasn’t adamant on one video only per post I have some great TikToks I would share 😂 plus when I can’t find writer memes, I can and will make my own

I mean, that’s what’s nice about Ao3 though and the community. I…I never really know if I can or will finish something, y’know? I’m always filled with ideas and daydreams and characters and plots, but since I never thought I could finish one I just let them build up and up. Now that I’ve chased off that fear(eh, 85% of the way) I feel a lot better, and I’m so much happier sharing my weird ass worlds and OCs. Like, the whole point of this is to make ourselves happy, it’s our sandbox and we can build whatever we want - as far as we want - however we want! Do the parkour Pidge! Let nothing stop you!!

And so nice to know you don’t mind the Blorbos :’3 from homemade to what I’ve found in canon works, I have many to offer XD

Gimme the hug! I can take it!! >:D

[malika-carnelian]

💕

send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

And instead of picking one, Ihave the urge to pick at least three of my favourites ones in a wombo-combo hit!

The first one is absolutely @autobotmedic , which I always saw Blue mun in the distance since... ages? I've lost count! I always liked her stuff and how the mun moves the lovely andgrumpy but amazing Autobot Doc! It's reqlly like watching him from the show and manage to rp with her, evenif only on 2 or 3 threads is already a lot for me, as much as a honor. You might say "she is a normal person gurl" but I don't frigging care! For me it's amazing and deserves to be praised!

Same goes for @twcwheeler , seriously, are you two by any chance the original writers?! All the headcanons are so good that I'm always amazed by what you write! And as for Arcee, theurge of loving her and squeeze the love out of this mech goes beyond normality. Same amount of honor for bein able to rp with her, anddefinitely happy that we are going through a thread-plot where these two girls are going to have troubles with the other Oc decepticon (always moved from this mun, becauseI loved his pre-bio and totally be up into showing him more and more!)

And then here she comes, @legitconcrusher ! Dear God, jess almos made me die with my own laughs whenever I readed our threads and the answer she gave with Wheeljack. Always so on point, with a writing style that has it's own particularities and the actions... jeez they cackle me almost all the time, BUT! It's also a joy reading his Wheeljack even when interacting with others.

In less words, these three muns were the first one I got my eyes on when returned and never failed to surprise me, neither while they were answering to others or to myself.

I admire you bbies!

[helianskies]

13 and 15!

13. when did you start writing fanfic?

around 2017, i think? but i started using ao3 in 2018 which is when i started to take writing a bit more seriously, so i only consider my ao3 works to be my proper fanfic bbies (even if there are some i am less fond of :'v)

15. what is the fanfic you've written that you're most proud of?

there are too many options! i could say 'For Me?' for how it's taken me so far out of my comfort zone that there's no coming back. i could say the whole 'Bound' series because both the world-building and plot lines that we haven't even touched yet are some of my favourites. i could even offer up my favourite horror fic, 'Killer's Ridge', because this work was the one where i was finally like, i really can write horror! and then, of course, i can give the obvious answer: 'Alter Ego'.

it was the first proper multichapter i wrote! the whole project took about 16 months to finish, but i adore it. i took a pairing i loved that wasn't really seen anywhere and ran with them, gave them a story, gave them arcs, and wrote a crime novel that i never thought i'd finish. i'm proud of readers for sharing their theories with me as they read, i'm proud of my plot twists and curveballs (and the reactions they caused) and i'm just generally proud of myself for doing it. i saw a lot of development in my writing and met people through it, so for now 'Alter Ego' remains my magnum opus :3

ask game here!

[niightmvrex]

Hello everyone this is one of my new bbies that I’ve been enjoying playing as of late. Below the cut is just some small info on him and the backstory I’m giving for him! If you read it, thanks for taking the time! 

“ Because I’m the devil who’s searching for redemption.” 

full name: Cody Garrett Runnels 

birthday: 35 yrs old - June 30, 1985 

hometown: Atlanta Georgia 

Currently resides: Atlanta Georgia 

relationship status: currently going through a divorce. 

children: 1. Liberty Iris Runnels - 1 yr old. 

animals: Cody took Pharaoh in the divorce with Brandi. 

backstory/info: So to most looking in Cody was having one of the best years of his life, he had this epic WrestleMania return, the fans were loving him again (at least on the WWE side of things lmfao), he had the picture perfect family, the typical “american dream” but it eventually came crashing down when Cody found himself in an affair with another worker in the business (doesn’t have to be a wrestler, could be an OC). Cody had never planned on divorcing his wife or even telling her of his digressions but he eventually had no choice but to be honest with Brandi once the person he was having an affair with ended up pregnant. It tore his family completely apart and Brandi wanted nothing to do with him from that point on, the two still co-parent for their daughter Libby but Cody now struggles with the consequences of his own actions. 

So Cody is open for all kinds of plots and what not, I love writing so I’m always down for that! Ships are always chemistry based for me just because it wouldn’t be fair to try and force anything on me and I wouldn’t wanna do that to someone else either. So if you are interested at all in being apart of Cody’s story, just give this a like and I’ll come to you for plotting! 

[jikanet-tanaka]

So, throughout AC Valhalla, there aren’t a lot of consequences for some apparently plot-relevant choices, so… just for funsies, I tried to come up with different outcomes for all these choices, and how it might all affect the recruitment of Eivor’s different allies

(Who knows? Maybe the last fight against Aelfied’s forces could have been more difficult if you had less allies! Maybe there could have been a secret ending if you manage to recruit everyone! Just throwing some ideas here…)

(spoilers warning, just sayin’)

Saving Leofrith: In my heart of hearts, I’d like to think that sparing Leofrith’s life would end in him pummelling Ivarr to a mashed pulp before he could put his grubby, greasy hands on Ceolbert, but… that would change the ending of the Sciropescire arc rather significantly, wouldn’t it? Then again, wouldn’t that be such a bad thing…?

Killing Leofrith, of course, means letting the Sciropescire arc go as usual… and poor Ceolbert thus suffers a dire fate as a result of being failed by all the adults around him…

Sparing Rued: Basically, I think refusing to heed Oswald’s wish to spare Rued would make him act colder toward Danes in general. He would still be your ally (he’s a good, loyal bean, after all), but he wouldn’t consider Eivor like much of a friend. His grasp over East Anglia would be shakier (because Eivor practically ignored his first order as king in front of the people he’s supposed to lead) and his relationship with Valdis would be less warm (because Eivor’s actions caused him to believe that compromising with Danes is nothing more than a pipe dream). Since Valdis does not become pregnant so early in their marriage, he’s the one to go to Porcestre rather than Broder and Brothir (and thus he gets killed in Brothir’s stead, leaving East Anglia without a king once more).

If Rued is spared by Eivor after their fight in Burgh Castle, Oswald is more confident as king, and East Anglia is more peaceful as a result. His marriage with Valdis is also significantly happier, and she gets pregnant not long after the wedding. Since they have a young child, Broder and Brothir volunteer to lead the troops in Porcestre (and thus Brothir is the one who dies in that scenario).

Not allowing Ivarr to Valhalla: Basically, that time where Ubba shows up in Ravensthorpe all pissed that you lied about sending his brother to Valhalla? Well, other than coming to thrash Eivor’s ass, he’s there to rescind their alliance. He might understand why Eivor did it (Ivarr just didn’t murder an innocent boy, he mucked up the Ragnarssons’ alliance with Ceolwulf and the truce with the Britons, and Ubba pertinently knows that might bite them all in the arses later), but Ivarr’s still his lil’ bro, you know? Once a big bro, always a big bro.

Finding the true identity of the Vault: That one is rather straightforward… if you accuse Hjorr of being the traitor, then Ricsige does something drastic (kicking him off the council, exiling him from the city, even killing him, I don’t know, take your pick…) which also affects Ljufvina. Afterwards, Audun is revealed as the Vault during the Yule feast. Ljufvina is… well, at least a bit resentful toward Eivor, and refuses to come to help at Porcestre or against Aelfred’s forces. But in that scenario, Hjorr actually survives because he never comes to help in Hamtunscire!

Fighting Faravid: If you accept Halfdan’s order and fight Faravid, then you kill him, and Halfdan pledges an alliance with you, simple as that. He shows up in Porcestre to help (and as a bonus, he would have some interactions with his bro Ubba, oh my! More Ragnarsson lore, please!). He doesn’t show up in Hamtunscire, ‘cause, uh, he died in 877 fighting in Ireland.

If you refuse to kill Faravid, then Halfdan throws a fit and refuses to become your ally, banishing Eivor from his city. Faravid is grateful for Eivor’s understanding, and decides to come help you in Porcestre. Maybe that way we could learn more about his character (like, does he have weird, lingering feelings for Halfdan since he shares his body with the wife of Halfdan’s past self? If Basim and Sigurd are respectively influenced by Loki and Tyr, how would that affects other Sages? And so on, and so forth).

Choosing Lincolnscire’s Ealdorman: Again, this isn’t very complicated… whoever ends up ealdorman between Hunwald and Aelfgar is the one who comes (and dies) in Hamtunscire. As an added bonus, if you chose Aelfgar and Hunwald is chilling in Ravensthorpe with his girlfriend, then Hunwald is made the new ealdorman of Lincolnscire after the end of the main campaign.

(...do I just want another of my poor bbies to survive...? maybe...)

Choosing Hemming’s successor: I think Vili will end up running to your aid regardless of what you choose to do with him (as Jarl or as one of Eivor’s raiders, he has plenty of reasons to want to help his old friend). The most important choice, I think, would be if you allow Trygve to commit suicide or not. Vili is a charming, lovable idiot, but I think he’s gonna need some help if he’s left to lead Snotingehamscire after his dad’s death. Maybe the shire goes to Hell if Trygve is gone, and Vili can’t come in Hamtunscire as a result?

Sparing Cynon and Modron: Killing Cynon means a less peaceful (so to speak) transfer of power to Tewdwr and no one to burn in the Wicker Man. I think in both cases it would lead to a less peaceful shire, and more discord between Christians and pagans (since Tewdwr would have been too bitter toward Cynon to have gone through the last part of his character development).

As for Modron… I don’t rightly know. Does Tewdwr ever realize she was the main instigator of the plan to kill him?? Would she leave him alone if she survives?? She seems really ride or die on the pagan stuff, would she really believe uber-Christian Tewdwr had a change of heart about that? Maybe if Cynon is killed and she’s kept alive, she murders Tewdwr as a result after Eivor is gone, who knows…

[snarkwrites]

01 | upside down, steve harrington ; stranger things

Notes:

Guess who fell head first into binging Stranger Things? Again? Yep. This bitch. And I kind of came up with this at some point during. I’ve been dancing around writing a Stranger Things fic for a while, but here I go I guess?

A few big cautions up front... There will be things that change/differ from the fic and the show. I’m gonna sort of loosely follow the timeline set forth. But I will be changing a few things here and there. I mean, if enough people enjoy this that I feel like writing more to it, idk yet... We shall see.

I swear to God, I’m going to update my CSI fics and my Riverdale one asap. This just kind of caught me by the nose and demanded to be written...

Summary:

She moves back to Hawkins and manages to turn his life completely upside down. In the best of ways.

But how will everything play out between them? Also, can they handle all the weirdness ahead? We shall see.

Warnings:

loose canon compliance at best, total deviation at worst - this is just an up front catch all because sometimes, things happen that I don’t particularly care for (the senseless death of Barb, anybody?) and if you’re one of those canon only people, this is here to warn you that this is not the fic for you. language, occasional gore, monsters / fantasy elements, teenage drama and shenanigans - Obviously, teenagers are going to do stuff. They’re at that point in their life where not every decision they make is the best one. So if you’d rather skip over this kind of thing (teen drinking, fighting, etc) then yeah.. you’ve been warned. Slow burn / angst / mutual pining / eventual filthy good ness - because lets be real.. we’re all wondering when we’re gonna drop the plot and get to the good stuff. When this chapter occurs, I will flair it with an M. In the meantime, if you’re not into slow burn or mutual pining, then you’re probably not going to care about this.

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There’s nobody on my list yet but... If you wanna be tagged for this, tell me pls. It will make me overjoyed. 

Throwing out a no pressure tag to @rampagewriting​ and @twistnet​ as well as @chasingeverybreakingwave​ just because. No pressure though bbies!

                                                            ONE

“Table six wants a burger and fries. Smothered for those fries, Jennie.” my nana’s voice shattered through my wandering thoughts. I closed the issue of Glamour I’d been reading and made my way out from behind the counter out in front, heading towards the dining area in the back. 

“Marlena quit again, Nana?” I inquired, shaking my head. Marlena quits at least once a year. Turns up a few weeks later, tanned and broke, begging for her old job back and it’s been that way since my mom and I lived here still, when I was around 6.

“Girl, what have I told you about callin me Nana?” my grandmother asked, laughing softly as she nodded. “Yeah. Said she’s headin out to California this time. Thinks she’s gonna be the next Brooke Shields.”

“Broke Shields is more like it.” I mumbled, taking an apron from the hanger on the wall. My grandmother spoke up again, giving me a nudge and smirking at me while nodding across the diner. “He’s baaack.”

“Nana!” I muttered, raising a hand to my mouth, giggling a little despite my best efforts not to.

“I’m just sayin is all. That boy is not comin in here for my good cookin, Jennie Bird.” my grandma shook her head and I eyed the booth where a lone Steve Harrington sat.

It’s only the thousandth time since I moved back to Hawkins in May.

And my nana is right. He’s probably not coming here for the food.

I’d just grabbed two of the orders and sent Steve’s order back to our short order cook Brett, -or the order I’m assuming was his, he always gets the same thing down to a T when he stops in, when a hand reaches out, grabbing my wrist.

I nearly jumped right outta my skin until I realized that it was Nancy grabbing my wrist and Barb laughing about it. They were sitting at our usual little booth near the window, nursing milkshakes as they waited on my upcoming 30 minute break. Just like we’ve been doing two or three times a week since May.

Come to think of it, it’s around that time that Steve started coming in too. I shoved the thought out of my head right around the time that Nancy and Barb noticed him. And naturally, the question arose...

“What’s Steve Harrington doing in here?” Nancy asked, glancing up at me. I eyed his table and shrugged, suck popping a cotton candy flavored bubble as I told her, “Cher, your guess is as good as mine. He’s been comin in here since I moved back.”

Nancy wiggled her brows and laughed. Barb spoke up. “My mom wanted to know if you wanted to go to the lake with us this weekend? She knows your grandmother is going out of town.”

I smiled and nodded yes, zero hesitation. After Nancy confirmed that she was going too, we made plans to go into the department store in town tomorrow afternoon to pick up some swimsuits.

Nancy’s eyes settled on my boots and she let out a low and appreciative whistle. “Are those the same boots that were in the mall last time we went? I wanted those.”

I smiled, lifting my foot so Nancy could see my boots better. Then I whirled around so she could see the fact that I’d made my favorite pair of Levis into cutoffs and sewn white cherry print fabric over the back of one of the pockets.

“I love those. I wish my mom would let me cut off my jeans.” Nancy pouted. I shrugged. “Ginger said it was cheaper than buying shorts, so I went for it. I did two other pairs too.”

“I’m bringing my old jeans over tonight.” Barb spoke up. I smiled, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll do you right up, hon.”

“I wish I tanned like you. Do you just live outside, Jennie?” Barb asked, pouting a little. I shrugged it off, laughing. Taking a deep breath as I nodded towards Steve’s booth as I gazed at my friends after finally managing to tear my eyes off of Steve. “I best get over to table six. Then I have to go pick up the bohunk’s order, I reckon.”

“What’s a bohunk?” Nancy giggled.

“Same as a himbo, I reckon.” I answered, wrinkling my brows because I didn’t actually know myself. I just knew my nana Ginger often called her long-time live-in boyfriend, Hank, the same thing and I could tell by her tone that it was a loving thing.

I made my way over to Ethel and Earl’s table, setting them up with their food. “Y’all need anything else? Just let me know. Marlena quit on us again, so I’m the server tonight.”

“We’re all set, dear!” they assured me and I made my way over to the second of the tables whose orders I’d picked up.

The next table was Jim Hopper. My mom’s ex boyfriend. He chuckled and shook his head as I approached. “I see Ginger put you right to work.”

“I put me to work, sir. I’m saving money for a Trans Am I found for sale in Rollins.” I smirked as I said it, twisting a strand of hair around my fingertip.

“Oh really now.. Let me know when you get it. So I can warn the rest of the guys and the rest of town to keep a wide berth when you’re behind the wheel.”Hopper teased, chuckling. I pretended to pout, but got him set up with the food he’d ordered before finally making my way towards the back again.

I had to walk right past Steve’s booth in the process, naturally.

I did my best to keep my eyes trained towards the front of the dining area, but Steve cleared his throat just as I walked past.

“Is tonight the night you finally say yes?” Steve flashed a grin as he asked me the question. I wanted to melt, lucky for me, common sense prevailed once again.

“Steve..” I complained, shaking my head. Pretending to pout at him.

“Aw, c’mon.” Steve chided, giving me that charmer smirk as he gazed up at me. I bit my lip, eyes locked on his, lost in the depths of his eyes for a few seconds. My nana’s calling my name had me coming back to the moment and I sighed. “I gotta go get your food, cher.”

I hurried up to the front, ignoring my nana’s pointed stare and nod as she mouthed, “Well? What’d he say, huh?”

I gave a mysterious shrug and picked up the tray containing his food. Started my journey back towards his booth. On my way over, Nancy gave me a thumbs up and Barb mouthed at me in teasing, “ Aww, you’re totally blushing right now.” to which I stuck out my tongue and shook my head no.

I was all business as I sat his food in front of him. Consulting my notepad that had his order scrawled on it in my Nana’s loopy scrawl. “That’s a loaded burger and smothered fries with a chocolate shake.” suck popping another gum bubble as I spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve answered, locking eyes with me. My hand raised, trailing over the loopy cursive of my silver necklace. I toyed with the cursive that formed my name and he chuckled, dragging his fingers through his hair, nodding to it. “You still have it, I see. The necklace, I mean...”

“Why wouldn’t I? My best friend gave it to me, cher.” I gave him a soft smile. I couldn’t resist it because believe me, I tried. I’ve been trying to resist the guy since May, actually.

“Oh. So you did think about me when you left Hawkins...Interesting. I mean… you’re still wearing the necklace I got you for your birthday...” Steve mused quietly. His eyes were absolutely fixed on me. Studying me. And I felt this warmth spreading through my entire being. Like that first sliver of sunlight on a cloudy and cool day. 

Then the calm. Be still my beating heart, the calm that took over when I dared to lock eyes with him as my own personal act of defiance. Popping another cotton candy flavored bubble as I did so. I bit my lip as I thought of the best way, read, least revealing way, to answer his question. This was venturing into very,very dangerous territory at present. Because if I said no I’d be lying and if I said yes, it would give him too much power. He’d know that maybe he was my first real crush back then. He’d know that maybe seeing him again after all this time had been like a burst of fresh air and somehow, felt as if maybe he’d taken all the air from me at the same time.

It was a huge risk. Huge.

“Maybe.” - it was the only word that would come presently. Blondie crooning Call Me from the old jukebox sitting at the back of the dining area shattered through the heavy lingering silence that followed immediately behind my answer. In a rush, I told him quietly, “I have other tables.”

“You’ve been on your feet all afternoon, little red. C’mon. Sit?” Steve nodded to the empty bench across from him.

I scoffed at him over my shoulder. Giving him a sweet but firm shake of the head no and smile. “As much as I’d love to sit, romeo. Sitting’s not what’s gonna put that sweet fire engine red Trans Am in my nana’s driveway by August.”

He pouted and called out as I walked away, “ I’m not giving up.”

This earned him giggles from the booth I usually filled with Nancy and Barb when I took my 30 minute break.

As I walked by them, Nancy teased out loud, “ Awww, look Barb! She’s blushing.”

“I am not.” I pretended to be offended by the suggestion. Mouthing to both of them as I fanned myself with some napkins in teasing and nodded in Steve’s direction, “Whew...He has gotten… Intense.” 

“That’s Hawkin High’s big man on campus.” Barb informed me. I went to clock out for my break and came back with a Diet Pepsi, flopping across the booth across from then. Someone put 867-5309 on to play on the jukebox and I grumbled through closed lids, “I hate that fuckin song.”

Naturally, Barb and Nancy started to sing along. Loudly.

I pouted at them both as I rose to a sitting position.

Steve wandered over, flopping himself down in the empty spot next to me. “Ladies.”

“You’re not at Hagan’s party?” Barb asked, a brow raised.

“Yeah, why aren’t you at Tommy’s party?” Nancy asked, shooting me a covert teasing smile.

Steve shrugged. Took a long sip of his chocolate milkshake, slurping it through the straw noisily. I eyed it.

“I’d kill for a strawberry one right now.” I mused, gazing at the cup in his hand. He muttered quietly, “It’s not strawberry, but…”  as he held it out.I eyed the styrofoam cup and him. Biting my lip.

Nancy and Barb were gazing at me intently. Teasing gleam in their eyes.

I sighed and reached out for it, taking a few sips. Holding it back out to him.

“I was there. Got bored. I like the scenery better here anyway.” Steve answered finally, shrugging.

“So you enjoy spending your Friday night in a diner packed with old people..” I muttered, locking eyes with him. Swallowing hard when I found him staring at me already. 

He chuckled, shaking his head no. “I said I liked the scenery here, little red. Not the dining company. If you’d say yes and let me buy you a burger sometime…” he smiled at me as he went quiet.

I felt Nancy and Barb both fix their eyes on me.

“We’ll see.” I answered, shrugging mysteriously and smiling at him as  I did so. I wanted to say yes so bad it was killing me, but given that I know the history of my grandmother and my mother, I was… Definitely erring on the side of caution.

Besides.. It makes things interesting when you play hard to get. I guess I figure that if Steve gets bored and moves on, then it’s better than agreeing, falling head over feet, making any number of bad life choices that seem to plague the women in my family and ultimately, winding up heart broken.

Call me a hopeless romantic. Overly cautious. I just want to wait until I know something is a sure thing before I dive in over my head. I want something that’s going to last a while. Not be this intense and scary whirlwind that starts off strong and ends just as fast as it began.

“Hey, were we all going to go for a swim later? Figured it was hot enough. Besides, Ginger and Hank are going to Rollins later. They won’t be back until 2. Or two days from now.” I mused, glancing from Nancy to Barb.

“Sleepover in the treehouse?” Barb suggested. Nancy nodded, giving me begging eyes. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. It’ll be like when we were little.” 

“That’s actually not a bad idea!” I smiled, laughing.

After we all made our plans for the night, they left to go back into town and this left me with ten minutes in my break. Alone in a booth with Steve Harrington.

Hot Blooded came on the jukebox in back of the dining area and I grinned. Humming along with the song as I eyed the last of Steve’s fries. He chuckled, shoving them in front of me.

“You won’t let me buy you your own food… Yet you’ll eat mine.”

“Mhm.” I answered, dragging a french fry through gravy. Taking a bite thoughtfully. Groaning at the taste of the food because I realized just how hungry I actually was.

Steve chuckled, gazing at me. “Do I need to leave you two alone?”

I felt his arm go around the back of the booth. Brushing right against my shoulder. Normally, I’d politely move a little. But if I’m being totally honest here, I’m tired. So tired of fighting the way I feel. I managed to stop myself from resisting the urge to lean against his side though.

“That’s not so bad, is it?”

I sighed and gazed over at him. Smiling. “It’s not.”

From the kitchen, my nana called my name. Steve stood and I slipped out of the booth, making my way back. Clocking back in so I could finish waiting tables. By the time I’d done four more tables and was counting my tips for the night, Steve wasn’t sitting in the dining area anymore.

“You be careful getting home tonight, Jennie Bird.”

“Yes Nana.”

I didn’t have to look at her to know she was giving me a playful dirty look at what I’d called her. She sighed, the sound giving way to soft laughter. “Maybe get that handsome little beau of yours to give you a lift.”

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

“You are the most stubborn..” my grandmother teased gently, laughing as she shook her head.

I clocked out for the night, stepping out into the parking lot after counting down the drawer in the gas station area out front. Steve was standing outside, leaned against the cinderblock wall, his thumb hooked through his belt loop. Smoking a cigarette.

I glanced around to make sure my grandmother and her boyfriend weren’t looking or anything and I stopped beside him. Speaking up quietly. “Do you think you have another one of those?”

He chuckled, digging around in his pocket, producing a slightly crushed pack of Marlboro Reds. I took one and as I pressed it between my lips, he dug out a silver lighter and cupped his hands around the end, lighting my cigarette for me.

“You’re not afraid your grandmother’s gonna see?” Steve teased, grinning at me.

I laughed, shrugging as I exhaled, a plume of smoke creeping upwards into the sunset. “It’s more tame than her special brownies. I know for a fact it’s a thousand times tamer than anything my mom did at my age. I just don’t openly do it all the time around her because it’s a respect thing.”

“Ah. I get it, I think.” he nodded.

We stood there quietly. Staring up at the sky as the sun dipped lower. I really didn’t want to walk away, but one of us had to. I smiled, nodding towards the road. “I should probably get going.”

“I can drive you.” Steve offered.

“I’m fine. It’s only like a mile up the road.” I answered, swallowing hard. Dangerously close to caving, yet again. It’s getting so hard not to cave lately where he’s concerned and that kind of makes me panic just a little, truth be told.

“Yeah, but it’s getting late. And your feet have to be killing you by now.” he nodded to my boots. I shrugged, flashing him a smirk. “You’re a charmer, Steve.” I muttered as I rose up on my toes, fluffing his hair before stepping away, then turning to walk across the gravel parking lot and towards the road.

His BMW slowed to a stop beside me and he rolled down the window just as I started to walk towards my grandmother’s house. “C’mon.”

I eyed the car.

Then glanced at the road stretched out ahead. My feet were throbbing in these stupid boots because they weren’t broken in completely. I dragged my fingers through my hair, mulling it over.

“Take me straight home?”

“Anything you want, Jennie.” Steve promised, smiling at me. “Scouts honor.”

“You are a lot of things… Somehow I doubt boy scout was one of them, you charmer. Okay, fine.” I gave in, going around to the passenger side of the car and getting in.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he teased gently. I stuck out my tongue at him and reached for the dial on his radio until I found something other than his preferred usual pop station. He chuckled to himself, reaching out to lower the volume. “I missed you.”

“Aw, be still my beating heart.” I pretended to swoon. But something about the look in his eyes had me feeling like all the air escaped my lungs. Giddy. Lightheaded. And yet, underneath it all, that sense of calm.

The rest of the drive to my grandmother’s house was quiet. The air between us filled with this heavy and almost electric tension. Like I was waiting on something to happen, I just didn’t know what.

He pulled to a stop behind Hank’s beat down old Chevrolet truck and I went to open the door on the passenger side. I was about to get out, when he stopped me. “Same time Thursday?”

I smiled, nodding at him as I shut the  door to his BMW and started towards my front door on very shaky legs. Once I was inside, I pulled off my boots and flopped down on the sofa, letting out several long and shaky breaths.

“Heaven help me. That guy is… Something.” I drawled. Resting until I heard Barb and Nancy knocking at my grandmother’s door. I got up to let them in and we went upstairs to find towels to take down to the river with us.

Then we set off, walking through the woods. Laughter and conversation echoing in the night around us. Diving into the cold water with ear splitting shrieks. Splashing at each other noisily.

 We flopped onto our towels on the bank, gazing up at the stars as they started to come out. 

“I can’t believe summer’s almost over.” Barb lamented, shaking her head. “It seriously feels like school just ended.”

“I don’t want to go back to school yet. Yuck.” Nancy agreed, shaking her head. “I mean there’s another month and a half but it’s flying by too fast.”

“At least we got a few classes with each other. I’m dreading starting at a new school. I mean it’s not new, but still..” I sat up, facing the two of them.

“It won’t be that bad. You’ve got us.” Barb pointed out and I smiled, nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. It won’t be that bad.” I echoed her statement.

“Hey, Jennie?”

“Yeah, Nan?”

“Why won’t you just give in to Steve. It’s not exactly a secret you like him.” Nancy eyed me expectantly.

I mulled it over, shrugging. “Guess it’s just the fear I have that I’ll give in and then everything will go wrong and I’ll wind up losing my friend too.”

The truth was… so much more complex than that. And I couldn’t even begin to explain it to myself, let alone my two best friends. 

“I will say this much though.” I started, going quiet for a second or two and taking a deep breath, speaking up again after, “It’s getting harder to fight it off. I mean when I moved back here and we ran into each other again, that old crush came back and it came back ten-fold. Enough about my weird hangups.. Is there some reason you’re not finally going for it with Jonathan?” I eyed Nancy expectantly.

“Every time I try it’s like my brain freezes? I don’t know, okay?” she laughed, shaking her head about it. Barb smirked. “Both of you are cowards.”

“Excuse… Says the girl who almost threw up because Logan, the guy she likes, winked at her on the bus back from an away game?” Nancy teased and Barb scowled at her, sticking out her tongue. “I’ll have you know, ha freaking ha, Logan is actually taking me to a movie on Friday.”

“Oh?” Nancy eyed her, wiggling her brows.

“Oh my god, details.” I spoke up, tapping my foot as I gave her an expectant look. Barb launched into the whole thing and I smiled softly, content to listen. Catching up on what I’d missed in being gone so long.

“Y’all. We need to get back down to my nana’s. It’s getting dark thirty.” I stood, reaching down to grab hold of Barb’s hand, pulling her off the bank of the river. Barb pulled Nancy up and the three of us went running through the wood and back towards my grandmother’s house.

Once we got there, we ordered pizza and went out to the old treehouse we used to play in out back to set up for the night. 

And at one point, we wound up playing Truth or Dare.

And naturally, the first dare I was given was to say yes if Steve Harrington asked me out again…

[wrensinclair]

alex fitzalan, bisexual, cis male + he/him ― hey look, it’s wren sinclair! they’re twenty-five years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for eight years, and they’re currently working at sunrise drive in & theatre. i heard they’re pretty facetious, but i think they’re so amiable at the same time. can they make it out alive? || m, 25, she/her

tw :  death

 hello  bbies,  happy  to  be  here  !   this  is  my  lil  babe,  wren.   you  can  give  this  a  like  if  you  want  to  plot  something  !

he doesn’t know much about his mother, never cared enough to ask about her once he realized he’d never know her. she’s never been in the picture, never even tried contacting him ( from what he knows ) and his sister's mom died during childbirth.

his father was in the military, had been serving since right after his sister was born. he would come home every so often but overall wren would see his dad once or twice every few months. when he did see his dad, it was for only a week at most. unfortunately, when he was twelve, his dad died overseas.

while his dad was stationed, he lived with his grandmother, until she died about a year before his dad did. because they had no other family to take care of them,  wren and his sister were forced into foster care after their grandmother died. they were bounced around often, never staying in a place for too long.

once wren turned eighteen, he legally was allowed to live on his own but decided not to leave his sister on her own, she’s the only family he has left and he would never leave her.  although, now at twenty-five, with the help of one of the families who almost ( couldn’t but wanted to ) adopted him he is now able to afford to live in a decent apartment.

wren has a hard shell, doesn’t really open up to people because nobody sticks around long enough and he doesn’t want to get close to someone who will leave.  he also doesn’t really take anything serious or personal, it’s hard to offend him. but he is usually nice, flirty and easy to get along with in general.

he has a major passion for photography and art, ( mostly painting. ) he is rarely seen without his camera, always taking pictures of nature, animals and people if they let him. when he’s at home he likes to wind down or pass time by painting, he has a whole room in his apartment for painting and his photographs on the wall.

character  inspo :  callie  adams  foster  &  jane  lane.

[disastramus]

HELLO!!! Greetings everyone. I’m Pueen and I’m bringing my two bbies, Octavia and Dracias to the party!! I’ll be posting Dracias’ bio soon, please feel free to have a look at Octavia’s info. And TRUST I’ll be sliding into your DMs for plotting ASAP.

Octavia Juarez | Mermaid | Eastside | 25 | Sister of Jake Juarez 

Octavia, coming from a lowly family in The Forgotten and raised for the most part by her older brother, has a particularly tumultuous personality. 

Don’t get me wrong, she’s going to cause a war amongst the different lore and ruin her brother’s place in the guard, and she follows the heirarchy of the Forgotten Kingdom and tries not to cause TOO much of a stir, although she’s well-versed in finding trouble for herself. 

There’s been many a time that Jake has had to come save her from a bind but she’s been trying to keep him out of it for the most part lately, what with all the shit he’s been going through.

   Octavia is loyal to the Merfolk. She is proud to be Mer and loves herself and her species (is not NOT prone to running her fingers through her hair every time she sees herself in a mirror). 

While she doesn’t have her brother’s blind devotion to the royals, she respects the heirarchy and doesn’t act as though she is more important than she is. She has always known she was bottom of the barrel, her and Jake knew this from a young age, and maybe that’s why she happens to find herself in trouble frequently. 

Beings more powerful than her can overule her and take advantage of her, and for the most part she just has to allow it (not without some fiery comments and a hiss). 

Octavia’s soul gut-instinct is to survive, and sometimes that means running with the wrong crowd to get what she wants, sometimes it means hiding out at Jake’s place for a week so no one knows where she is.

   Above all else, she is fiercely loyal to her brother. She only came to Calamity for him. Her motivation is to survive, and for Jake to survive with her, or without her.

 While Octavia loves to be reckless, and she pretends to be less intelligent than she is in the presence of more powerful beings, she feels the tensions, she senses the war coming between the species. Her objective is to survive it.

 How? Where’s the tightrope between flying under the radar and having a connection to enough people that she will be saved?

WANTED CONNECTIONS (to be edited & added over time, but for now):

First and foremost, she needs a job. She’s not that special, so something low-ranking would be perfect. Even more perfect? Something completely degrading. 

T O X I C ; honestly, give me all the toxic relationships I can ask for. People she owes, people she’s indebted to. Any of it, I want it. 

Maybe a friend would be nice. 

HEADCANONS:

Waiting at her brother’s Seaside Cottage for him to get home to explain to him that she needs to stay here for a few days, and it’s really not a big deal, you’ll barely notice that I’m here. Just in case though, if someone knocks on the door, asking for Octavia, tell them I’m dead and you’ve just come back from my funeral.

Roaming around the streets in the Haven, ignoring one of her knees trying to buckle with every few steps. Everything hurts, but she can’t show weakness, she can’t try and stretch her legs now, not with all the lore around her. What’s the neon sign down there? Sinsation? That looks fun.

Pretending that she is less intelligent than she actually is in the presence of more powerful beings in order for them to underestimate her.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hey Nemo I saw you were still struggling with your writing and your OCs still. I know this won’t cure the struggles and doubts but your writing is really good and enjoyable. And if you ever want to you can always talk to me about your bbies and their stories. Just like you said I could with you.

I believe in you. Sending you comforting vibes~!

-Faye

Hi there, Faye! <3 thank you so much for taking the time of writing to me, you are so so sweet and I appreciate it more than I can actually express in words. And trust me, your words mean the world to me. They truly do. I guess, I am just at a moot point with myself, where I am still writing, still want to explore everything, but the moment I open Word Documents, I just find myself stuck. I am not kidding, I am truly almost done with all the second chapters of all the ficlets that I have ongoing right now, they just need a few details added and editing... but for some reason, I cannot find in myself to finish them. My mind just go with "What's the point?". Plus, I feel the pressure of having to work on them constantly, to update them as soon as I can, and this blocks me even more. Moreover, because writing "proper stories" is something relatively new to me, I am still trying to figure out how to proceed with outlining, plotting and characters creation, and considering the amount of OCs I have for Syndicate alone, it's a struggle. And this is without considering the emotional scarring that I still bring with me from the old days, where people would tear you apart if you were to write something that didn't align with their vision or canon. (which apparently hasn't died out, considering the anon that I received a while ago, tho, I am mostly inclined to believe that they were a troll, so they can go and live under the bridge, where all trolls should gather). I do a good job keeping those fears at bay, because I remember that I want to do what I want for the fun of it, and to hell with everything else. But sometimes they are still lurking there, bothering more than anything else. I am my worst enemy in that sense, which is why I think I was trying to loosen up a little by drawing since that's something that I have been doing for more than 20 years, and that's something that I feel more secure about (as I said, I always feel like I am more of a visual artist than a writer.) And I swear, I hate complaining about it, because I know I probably come out as a whiny bitch, but I am truly at a point where I don't know what to do with myself, writing-wise! Like, I want to write, I want to share, but something is just blocking me! (i don't know if it makes any sense!) But let me tell you this: your offer of listening to me blabbering about my babies actually comforted me more than I can say. Truly. And gods, please, tell me more about Anna, Madeline, and Felicity, because I am so curious about them! those 3 babies deserve so much love! <3 And I am here ready to adopt them as my adoptive daughters, ready to wrap them in a blanket with hot cocoa!! Thank you so much for reaching out, Faye. You are truly an awesome friend. <3 --Nemo