#I TOLD y'all I'd ruin it

[wileys-russo]

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

y'all have been sending in the requests for AI alessia being her gay older sister who plays for arsenal and i hope it satisfies because it was tricky to write lmao, so picture that ^ is isabella

best friends sister II platonic!a.russo x reader

"-and you promise that you're not mad?" your best friend bit down on her bottom lip nervously as you smiled as reassuringly as you could. "less of course i'm not mad! why would i be?" you laughed and shook your head at the blonde you'd all but grown up side by side with.

"because we always said the plan would be for you to go to university and me to play professionally in whatever club was closest so we could do it together, and i've ruined that!" your best friend sighed guiltily, collapsing back into her pillows.

"alessia. you are one of the best up and coming footballers there is, you've got a huge career ahead of you and this is the perfect next step to launch you into it. i'd be selfish cow and a terrible best friend to try and keep you from it." you promised sincerely, grabbing her hand and squeezing with a nod.

"will i miss you? of course. but i want you to go, i promise." you affirmed firmly. "and i promise that i'll make sure we don't drift apart. best friends for life means for life, and you better come and visit!" alessia held out her pinky as you grinned and interlocked it with your own.

"okay well that makes me feel a bit better because i was stressed about telling you!" the girl sighed and sat back up. "i've also been stuck with you for like ten years now, i'd really like a break." you shoved her playfully, ducking as she swung back at you with a grin and slid off her bed.

"please we both know you'll be a blubbering mess at the airport, your only friend off on a whirlwhind adventure and you...stuck here." alessia pouted sarcastically as you gasped. "i have loads of other friends thank you! you just refuse to accept that because you're notoriously posessive and needy." you teased back with a grin.

"and i'm off to university anyway you dickhead! where i'm sure i'll find myself a new blondie to spend my every waking day with." you jeered as she fumbled around in her cupboard for something. "you better not or i'll be forced to come back and kick her head in." alessia warned making you laugh.

"unless its a girlfriend of course, you desperately need one of those so you can stop kissing your hand." your best friend shrugged dropping a large box on her bed. "less! that was one time years ago and i told you that in strict confidence!" you kicked at her as she grinned, your cheeks blushing red.

"what? i wouldn't blame you for dating someone who looked like me, i know it's your biggest shame that you're secretly in love with me." the blonde pouted patting your leg making you roll your eyes.

"please. you know it's actually homophobic to assume that because i like girls that i like you, and here i was thinking you'd be an ally." you tutted as her eyes widened and she scrambled to ramble out an apology.

"an ally? please." you both looked up at the new voice, alessia's older sister isabella leaning in the doorway with a smirk. "have you heard of knocking?" alessia sighed as bella shrugged. "have you heard of not caring?" the older girl retorted walking into the room further as you covered up a laugh with a cough and alessia shot you a glare.

"see? she thinks i'm funny. why are you so in denial?" bella pouted, the two always arguing about something which amused you to no end given it was often over something so incredibly small it seemed they just enjoyed bickering.

there was only two years between them and they had more in common than either would care to admit, in fact both would argue they were one anothers opposite that really wasn't true.

you knew isabella had been training with arsenal in their junior academy and was hoping for a professional contract now she'd made her senior debut for the lionesses, both goals alessia was quickly following in her footsteps to also achieve, the entire russo household all football mad.

"what's all this then? college bribing you not to come anymore?" she began to rifle through the large box on the bed which you realised was full of various UNC swag. "get your filthy hands off it thank you! god knows where they've been." alessia scoffed, pushing her away and snapping the box closed.

"they're squeaky clean. want to check?" the older russo smirked, grabbing alessia by the face with her hand and pulling her into a headlock as you watched on in amusement. "get out! god i'm gonna miss you the least." alessia eventually pulled away, shoving the taller girl across the room with a glare.

"still admit you'll miss me though, and mum wants you." the girl winked backing away. "for what?" alessia questioned with a frown. "mm she did tell me, but i didn't care enough to remember." with a shrug bella left the room leaving alessia fuming and you quietly chuckling.

"why do you always egg her on by laughing! she's not funny she's infuriating!" alessia huffed glaring at you now as you held your hands up in defense, your best friend dragging you with her downstairs to see what her mum wanted.

~

"dinners ready. can you go get your sister and her friend please lessi?" carol asked, shooting the blonde a firm glare when she groaned at the request. "why do i have to come?" you laughed as she grabbed the back of your top, tugging you up with her.

"just think of it as me wanting to spend as much time with you before i leave." alessia grinned as the two of you ascended the stairs, her brothers already having moved out it just left alessia and isabella living at home.

"oh thats it is it?" you rolled your eyes knowing she was full of it as you reached her sisters door, alessia giving her sister the same courtesy she gave her as she flung her door open without knocking.

though she wished she hadn't.

"get out!" the older russo sat up quickly half naked spare some shorts and a bra, having been previously hovered over the girl pinned beneath her, the two clearly making out.

"jesus my poor eyes! dinners ready, looks like you were just about to eat though bella." alessia smirked before leaving the room, purposefully leaving her sisters door open.

"what are your ears painted on? fuck off!" bella scowled, throwing a pillow at you as you stood frozen, quickly spinning around and almost running out of the room, the door slamming closed after you.

safe to say she didn't come down for dinner after that.

"it's not even scary less, its a thriller!" you argued as you and alessia made your way back upstairs, each of you stating your case over what you wanted to watch tonight.

"my names not lily? jesus you're worse than what everyone says!" you both glanced down the hallway before entering alessia's room, the girl from earlier standing there with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face.

"sorry?" bella shrugged leaning in her doorway, clearly not sorry as the mystery girl whose name was not lily scoffed, shoving the taller girl and hurrying off downstairs to leave. "you truly are disgusting." alessia grimaced as her sister only grinned.

"careful now ally, did you used to say the same about all the girls gio snuck round?" the older girl winked, leaving her sister scoffing and about to defend herself before the door thudded closed.

"god she is insufferable."

~

"can you go make more popcorn?" alessia asked, head buried in her phone as you nodded, more than comfortable to help yourself to anything in the russo household. "can i go and make more popcorn..." you trailed off expectantly as the blonde tossed her phone beside her.

"now?" she guessed with a grin, causing you to flip her off as she tossed an m&m at your head and began to rummage around for the remote to select a new movie.

with it being half past ten at night you expected the kitchen to be vacant, though you noticed the lights were all on and as you rounded the corner you saw the older russo sister sat at the benchtop eating a plate of leftovers from dinner.

her attention on her phone she didn't notice you at first, only looking up as she heard you start to rummage around in the pantry. "surely we've started to charge you rent by now?" the older girl teased as you emerged with a bag of popcorn, rolling your eyes and tossing it in the microwave.

"i'll make sure to sign a jersey for you once i get my pro contract so you can sell it and buy my family some food since you consume so much of it." the taller girl shoved your head to the side playfully as you moved out of her way so she could rinse her plate.

"so. did you enjoy the little show earlier pervert?" she smirked, glancing at you as she dried up her plate. "what? you're so weird." you frowned, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.

"please. you know if you asked me nicely i'd kiss you so you can stop wondering what it feels like." she grinned, moving closer to you as your frown turned into a scowl. "or so you can stop using your hand. less talks quite loudly you know." she teased, standing in between your legs as you tensed up a little.

if you were honest with yourself you'd always found her to be quite attractive but you'd never ever go there, both for your own and alessia's sake.

"i've kissed girls!" you defended truthfully, and you had, you'd just not ever progressed any further than that. "mm but have you been kissed by a girl?" the older russo quirked an eyebrow, leaning in closer as her hands fell either side of your body, somewhat caging you in.

"thats the same thing." you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how hard your heart was hammering in your chest. "that means no then." bella chuckled, tilting her head slightly.

"i mean have you ever been properly kissed by a girl? when she's got her tongue roaming your mouth, her teeth nipping down on your bottom lip before she sucks on it to soothe the sting-" she leaned in closer as your eyes widened.

"-where one of her hands are on the back of your neck so you can't pull away until she lets you, and the other hand...well it touches other parts of you." the older girl grinned wickedly, her mouth ghosting yours before she put her plate back in the cupboard behind your head and pulled away entirely.

"baby gays are always the cutest." bella winked, ruffling your hair and walking off as if she hadn't just sent your head into a spin, the beep of the microwave making you jump a little as you slid off the counter, shaking your head to try and rid it of the thoughts you'd just had.

she was your best friends sister, she'd always be off limits.

~

"just when i thought we'd gotten rid of you." you rolled your eyes as isabella opened the door for you with a sigh. "no one else is here and your best friends in another country, so then you must be here for me?" she grinned as you pushed past her, heading for the stairs.

alessia had been gone for months now and you missed her like crazy, so much so you'd booked a flight to go and visit her during what was to be her spring break and your time off from your own university course.

though of course that meant the girl had texted you a rather elaborate list of things she'd left behind that she requested you bring with you to see her, which despite the ongoing teasing that she'd lose her head was it not attached to her body you agreed to go and collect.

"she'd kill you for being in here." you sighed as the older russo collapsed onto her younger sisters bed, making herself comfortable as you began to gather what alessia had requested.

"only if you snitch me in." the girl grinned, watching you as you fluttered around the room. "surely you have something better to do? being a big pro now and all!" you sighed, looking at her with your hands on your hips.

"so you did hear! not even a congratulations? thats just poor manners." bella tutted with a shake of her head, sitting up and moving to the edge of the mattress. "i'm not an arsenal fan." you teased with a smile, hearing her scoff in mock offence.

"you don't have to be, you can just be my fan." bella challenged as you again rolled your eyes. "you know if i had a pound for every time you rolled your eyes at me over the years i could have bought a house by now." the older russo sister grinned.

"must mean you say a lot of stupid things to have girls always rolling their eyes at you." you quipped, rummaging through and grabbing out two hoodies, tossing them onto your growing pile.

"i personally prefer to make their eyes roll back into their heads." the taller girl commented quite casually, your eyes widening for a moment at the abrupt statement but choosing to ignore it. "so what are you doing after this?" she stood and made her way out, leaning in the doorway.

"going home?" you quirked an eyebrow unsure where she was going with this. "do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked surprising you.

"are you asking me to hang out?"

"maybe. you miss less, i miss less, though if you tell her that i'll deny it till the day i die, we may as well keep one another company."

"plus i'm older so less's entire personality comes from me anyway. so it'll be like she never left, just swap one russo for another!" she added on with a smile as you shook your head.

"yeah sure, why not."

~

"burn yourself with the straightener did you?" you flinched suddenly as the girls thumb gently pressed into a fading love bite on the side of your neck, the only lingering evidence from an incredibly drunken hook up at a university party you'd gone to over the weekend.

and much to your best friends horror and delight, where you'd finally lost your virginity, before her.

"none of your business!" you pushed her hand away as she smiled and turned her attention back to the movie. well, for a few minutes. "finally dropped the baby gay card then, feel good?" she teased as you rolled your eyes.

"stop calling me that."

"oh sorry, prefer if i just call you baby then?"

"stop, bella seriously."

"what?"

"can you not keep it in your pants around anyone? or do you just shamelessly flirt with anything that moves?" you shot her a dirty side eye only making her smile widen. "well the something has to be female, obviously." you tried to hide your smile with your hand but she grabbed your wrist.

"saw that!" she teased as you tried to pull away, the two of you messing around for a moment before she leaned in and your heart began to race, recognize her eyes flicker down to your lips.

"we can't." you whispered, hating how unsure your voice sounded. "tell me to stop and i will." she whispered back, leaning in even closer as you opened your mouth and she paused, but you couldn't speak.

taking that as permission she closed the small gap in between you both, pressing her lips firmly to yours. you'd have loved to say you pushed her off, told her again that you couldn't, thought about your best friend and what she might think.

but the only thing that consumed your mind was her and how good her mouth felt molded with your own. as you began to kiss back you felt her hands move, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle her lap, movie long forgotten in the background.

"alessia." you pulled away remembering your best friend as the older girl nipped at your bottom lip and your stomach twisted. "doesn't have to know." bella promised and you hesitated for a moment, but as her lips curled into a cocky smile and her hand flew to the back of your head, you knew you were a goner.

~

safe to say that was not the last time it happened, far from it.

you ignored the guilt which bubbled up in your stomach as you pretended it never happened, flying over to see your best friend and spending two blissful weeks with her, then flying over again a couple of months later to watch her in the she believes tournament where she would finally get her senior national team debut.

though of course that also meant isabella would be playing, and their whole family would be there with you.

"i'm so so proud of you!" you yelled happily as your best friend jogged over, shit eating grin on her face as she wrapped you up in a hug, isabella hanging back as she chatted with some of her team mates, though her eyes lingered on you.

and it was those lingering eyes which eventually did you both in.

you were all out for dinner after the game, you seated beside your best friend and luca, gio opposite him as the other russo sister sat across from you and mario across from alessia, carol at the head of the table.

you'd hardly spoken to her the entire time you'd been around, focusing all of your time and attention on the rare moments spent with your best friend who you knew you'd have to say goodbye to again in a few days time.

however that didn't stop the defender from trying to gain your attention, sending you subtle looks across the table as she kicked you playfully, winking at you when alessia wasn't looking.

well, when she thought she wasn't looking.

dinner finished you excused yourself to the bathroom, declining your best friends offer to come with you with a laugh as you promised to meet them outside the restaurant.

you did your business and washed your hands, hearing the door open but not bothering to look up, jumping in shock as arms wrapped around your torso and a familiar pair of lips pressed themselves to your neck.

"bella we can't." you chuckled, though still leaning your head back a little to give her more access, eyes fluttering closed as she peppered the warm skin with butterfly kisses. "can't we?" she smirked at you through the mirror with that same cocky smile that made your knees weak every time.

"i've missed you in camp." she confessed softly, spinning your body round and pushing it into the bathroom counter, wasting no time rewarding you with a searing kiss which sent your head spinning.

"they'll wonder where we are." you exhaled shakily, using all your willpower and pushing her off you. "you won't escape me later." she warned playfully, nodding for you to leave first as she hung back.

it was several hours later, you and alessia hanging in your shared hotel room together catching up just like normal, your combined laughters echoing around the room as the girls phone suddenly buzzed.

"hey i have to go talk to the training staff about something. but find a movie, i'll be back!" she promised, rolling off the bed as you nodded, not bothering to question why she was suddenly needing to speak to the training staff at almost ten at night.

alessia wasted no time marching down the hallway to where her sisters room was, knocking impatiently as she answered. "oh come on in!" the older russo chuckled as alessia shoved past her, checking the two of them were alone.

"how long?" alessia asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the taller girl who frowned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "pardon?"

"how long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?" alessia spat, scarily calm as a storm brewed behind her bright blue eyes. "look less-"

"no, don't lie. i saw your little fuck me eyes across the table, and it wasn't her leg you kept kicking at the table. so tell me the truth." alessia warned as her sister sighed, rubbing her face with her hands unsure how to find a way out of this.

"we haven't slept together, i promise."

"but?"

"but we've done, other things."

"you are seriously unbelievable. you couldn't just be happy plowing your way through every insecure footballer in london, you had to go for my best friend?" alessia yelled angrily, fists balled by her sides.

"woah okay less i think you're overre-"

"you're going to stay away from her bella. she's not just another name for your books, she's my best friend and a better sister to me than you've ever been!" alessia fumed, hurt flashing across the older girls face momentarily before it hardened.

"it takes two to tango. you gonna go yell at her too then?"

"she can't have known any better, which is why you're going to stay away from her. i won't let you take advantage of the fact she see's the good in people, as little of it exists in you."

"fine. get out!" the taller girl stood, shoving her sister back who scoffed, turning on her heel. "happily!" the door slamming after her, you none the wiser of anything that had just happened as alessia returned, plastering a fake smile on her face and not uttering a single word about it.

which is why it hurt all the more as you slipped out of your room to call your mum that next morning as to not wake your best friend.

making the mistake of glancing down the hall, you watched as a random girl slipped out of one of the rooms, a familiar face kissing her goodbye with a grin.

you froze and thats when her eyes met yours, not a single look of regret on her face as you stared one another down for a moment before she watched you hurry back into alessia's room.

she was your best friends sister, and that's all she'd ever be to you.

[ktempestbradford]

Yet Another Thing Black women and BIPOC women in general have been warning you about since forever that you (general You; societal You; mostly WytFolk You) have ignored or dismissed, only for it to come back and bite you in the butt.

I'd hoped people would have learned their lesson with Trump and the Alt-Right (remember, Black women in particular warned y'all that attacks on us by brigading trolls was the test run for something bigger), but I guess not.

Any time you wanna get upset about how AI is ruining things for artists or writers or workers at this job or that, remember that BIPOC Women Warned You and then go listen extra hard to the BIPOC women in your orbit and tell other people to listen to BIPOC women and also give BIPOC women money.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.

Give them money via PayPal or Ko-fi or Venmo or Patreon or whatever. Hire them. Suggest them for that creative project/gig you can't take on--or you could take it on but how about you toss the ball to someone who isn't always asked?

Oh, and stop asking BIPOC women to save us all. Because, as you see, we tried that already. We gave you the roadmap on how to do it yourselves. Now? We're tired.

Of the trolls, the alt-right, the colonizers, the tech bros, the billionaires, the other scum... and also you. You who claim to be progressive, claim to be an ally, spend your time talking about what sucks without doing one dang thing to boost the signal, make a change in your community (online or offline), or take even the shortest turn standing on the front lines and challenging all that human garbage that keeps collecting in the corners of every space with more than 10 inhabitants.

We Told You. Octavia Butler Told You. Audre Lorde Told You. Sydette Harry Told You. Mikki Kendall Told You. Timnit Gebru Told You.

When are you gonna listen?

[ja3hwa]

So, uh, this fic is longer than expected, so here's a little snippet. Hopefully, I can get this finished by tomorrow. Hehe. (It's a Seonghwa/San/Hongjoong x reader fic). I'd also like to mention this fic is currently sitting at 4.2k. whoops.

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“Eyes on me sweet thing. I want you to look at me while I ruin you.” Your gaze snapped back to him instantly, biting your lip while your brows knitted together. You felt his cock rubbed against your dripping cunt, making you forget the other two that stood next to the window. “That’s it, Angel. Deep breath.”

You did as you were told, taking in a sharp breath as you felt Hongjoong ease inside you. He wasn’t as long as San but his girth was something else. It felt like he was stretching you to the breaking point, turning your already mush brain into more mush if that was even possible. “Hongjoong!!”

His pace was unforgiving, snapping his hips against you without a second thought. He did not wait for you to get used to him, making his thrust mix with the best kind of pain and pleasure. Your mouth hung open with drool pooling on your right side while you moan uncontrollably. You tried your best to keep your eyes open but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was making it hard. You didn’t even notice the bed dipping until you saw a washed-out red hair sitting above you. He leaned down giving you a drawn-out kiss while Hongjoong’s hips snapped against you with fury and determination as he fell forward to case your right nipple in his hot mouth. You felt like you were going to explode within seconds. “You gonna cum for Joong bunny?”

Seonghwa’s voice stirred you forward feeling a sharp burn snap in your gut as his fingers attach to your clit and his lips to your nipple. You’ve never felt so overstimulated in one moment, having three pairs of hands groping, squeezing and teasing any and all parts of your body. Three mouths licking, sucking, and biting you like you were their last meal on earth. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the sudden gush of liquid that slipped out of you. Screaming into San’s mouth, you sounded like a pathetic porn star. “Fuck did you just squirt?” Hongjoong was the first to speak slowing his thrusts for a moment, panting like he just ran a marathon.

“She did, look the bed is covered.” Seonghwa chuckled still lazily teasing your abused bud.

“Such a good girl. Now you gonna take Joongie’s cum hmm?” San didn’t need to see the other two men’s expressions to know their excitement just grew about a million percent. Hongjoong had to snap his cock back inside you just at the thought.

“Really San? You’ll let us cum in your girl?” Hongjoong sounded like he was asking a completely mundane question and not currently balls deep inside of you. San gave you one quick peck on the lips as if he was checking in on you without needing to say anything. He could see the sparkle in your eyes giving him the answer.

“Oh course. Sharing is caring.”

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Anyway its 11pm right now so let's see how much more I can write before passing tf out hehe. <3 remember i also have a tag list y'all can join.

[genericpuff]

Oi, just a heads up for future asks, because I get questions like this several times a week, I'm not gonna be responding to any more asks along the lines of "will [insert character here] be in Rekindled" or "how will you handle [xyz]".

I know, I know, that sounds really personal! But I promise it's not with any ill intent, I can totally understand why many of you are asking them because y'all just want that reassurance in knowing I'm not gonna do whatever Rachel did - and the best way to hear it is often from the horse's mouth - but when it comes right down to it these are often questions I've either already answered or simply CAN'T answer because that would involve me outright spoiling stuff. Like, most of the time I really can't tell you anything beyond "wait and see", and that's not me trying to be a dick holding out on y'all, I just don't want to spoil stuff! What DOES make me feel like a dick is answering with vague half-answers that don't satisfy your questions LOL But telling you outright what my plans are doesn't just run the risk of ruining the experience for readers, it can also ruin it for me because if I told you everything that was gonna happen, then I wouldn't have anything to surprise you with and it would suck all the fun out of it LOL

As a general rule of thumb, if you're asking about something in LO that I've adamantly criticized (especially stuff that's become popular opinion like the problems with the age gap, the SA plotline, the inclusion of Eris, the Eros x Psyche plot, etc.) then the odds are like 99% that I'm either not doing it or changing it LOL

I know it's a big BIG ask to "trust the process" after so much of that trust was burned with LO, but believe me when I say, I was one of y'all who got burned and I don't intend on making the same mistakes Rachel did, for my sake and yours. I'd like to think I've been doing a pretty okay job up until this point, but also much of that job is fairly easy to do when the bar is on the floor LMAO but I've got so much stuff planned that I'm super hyped for and while it may not feasibly satisfy every single person who's reading along - especially when it comes to the things I choose to remove or drastically change - I do hope at the very least it'll be a story worth following along with until the end. It's been an amazing year working on this project and sharing it with you all, so please just hang in there, whatever burning questions you have about the plot and its characters will be answered in due time as we get to them together <3 (and don't worry if I don't respond to any of your "what will you do with xyz" asks, it's not personal I promise, it's just that I've either already answered them or can't answer them fully without spoiling LOL)

[ikamigami]

Ah, people are upset that Sun went to watch a movie with Earth while Moon is locked..

Imagine that maybe it's hard for Sun to confront Moon because of the trauma.. like I think that this is a pretty good reason for why Sun wants to take a bit of time to let his mind wander a bit before he'll talk to Moon..

Old Moon's excuse for not talking to Sun was awful garbage.. I'm sorry cause he was trying to push this all on being socially inept, my ass..

I refuse to think that Sun won't talk with Moon like.. even if Sun has every right to just not face Moon at all but I bet he won't leave Moon.. he won't abandon him cause remember how few episodes ago he told Jack and computer that he'll stop Moon no matter what?

Y'all just really want Moon to have it the worst, don't you? It's a little bit funny considering how people were reacting to me being worried about Sun..

I always believed in Sun even if everyone hated him and were saying that he'll become evil villain or some other shit.. and I'll be always believing in Sun even if I'd be alone in this..

Also it's so funny that I always tried to see good in Old Moon and I was always saying that he loves Sun and he isn't a monster but he was very abusive towards Sun.. and yet people act like Sun never loved New Moon even though like he tried to sacrifice himself for him when they tried to get rid of Eclipse or he was very worried that Moon is dead when they were in Ruin's dimension or he still tried to stir Moon away from violence but I guess some of you just don't hacking care..

Even if I was also saying that Moon is doing all of this for Sun but no, you just always has to ignore Sun, right? Even if Sun tried to tell Moon that no one expects him to succeed in bringing Solar back and he tried to comfort Moon when he had mental breakdown and he stayed at home because he knew that Moon has Solar and they'll be able to get things done and he also didn't want to be a burden cause he knows that he wouldn't be able to help them - and also they really make it clear that Sun can't help them that much - and he asked Moon if he get enough sleep, he even questioned Moon's honesty but he trusted Moon..

Because Moon proved himself to be better than Old Moon.. and Sun realized that he can trust Moon.. so that's why he was thinking that he has paranoia that Moon might be reverting to acting like Old Moon.. because he didn't want to jump to conclusion before evidence..

I really can't with some of you..

But anyway.. the thing I'm hoping for when Sun will talk with Moon (because he will talk to him) it's that maybe he'll try to open up to Moon about his own situation from last year.. cause maybe it'll help.. but we shall see..

Also another thing.. do you realize that maybe Sun just let Earth and Lunar talk their minds about this situation cause he knows that it's bad to bottle it.. I don't think that Sun agrees with Lunar on Moon not being their brother.. but I think that Sun just tries to hold his family together.. cause someone has to..

But yes, it's better to just jump at Sun for trying his best to keep his family together..

I won't throw rocks at the show for something that didn't happen yet.. if everyone will truly abandon Moon which I doubt then I'll definitely speak up about it..

Also y'all really liked to say that cringe dimension is somewhat a proof of solarmoon.. but y'all refuse to see that Sun is the only one who didn't leave Moon there..

Because Sun is like that.. he loves Moon dearly and he won't abandon him.. and I wish that more people could see things for how they are..

[hobiebrownismygod]

Miguel x Desi!Reader - Wedding Edition

Request from @shadofireshinobi!!

This was really fun to write, I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! There's lots of good representation in there and if you've never been to a Desi wedding, you'll probably enjoy learning about it <3

Synopsis: Miguel gets invited to an Indian wedding by Pav and asks you, his neighbor and someone who doesn't really like him, to teach him how it works. The two of you end up going together and have a great time.

TW: None, just a lot of fluff <3

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"No."

"Aww, come on, don't be such a party-pooper. You'll have fun!"

Miguel squinted at his AI, an annoyed look plastered across his face. "I said no. I'm not going to a wedding, Lyla."

"You can't turn down an invitation from Pavitr! Come on, do you need me to ask him to give you the 'look' again?" Lyla asked teasingly, teleporting in front of Miguel and shoving her phone into his face, Pav's puppy-dog expression visible on the FaceTime call she had him on. "How can you say no to that face?"

"Ugh."

Miguel waved her out of his way with a grunt. "Come on uncle, I promise you'll never go to a grander wedding! These people are close friends of my auntie's and I'm telling you, they put so much effort into their parties" Pav explained, his voice emanating from the phone Lyla had refused to put down. "Its not a normal wedding. Its an Indian wedding. What would I even do there? No."

Miguel was trying to focus on the screen in front of him, tracing out the dimensional map for some new anomaly chase he'd been planning on assigning out. "Come on, I'll explain it all to you! Or even better...you could have Y/N do it" Pavitr said with a grin, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Miguel through the screen.

Miguel froze at the mention of your name, his expression softening slightly. "You invited my neighbor?" he asked Pav, an dumbstruck look on his face. "Yes. She's very nice and she told me she hasn't been to a function in a long time. Besides, Maya Auntie told me to invite all my friends." Pav responded with a sly shrug.

"Since when are the two of you friends?"

"Since I helped fix her rooftop that your battle with that anomaly ruined."

"So its settled then. Miguel, you're going, final say." Pav gave Lyla a high five through the screen.

"No-" Miguel began to argue back, but the two of them were completely convinced. He knew there would be no point in trying to turn it down at this point, as Pavitr and Lyla would most definitely succeed in forcing him to this wedding, no matter how much he objected.

You were a very out-spoken civilian who lived fairly close to the bounds of the Spider Society. Because of this, you were often affected by the fights that would happen in and out of the society, some of these leading to actual property damage. Even then, your spirts were high and you ended up getting to know a lot of the Spider-people that passed by, even becoming friends with some of them, including Pav.

As for Miguel, the two of you had a complicated relationship. Miguel tried to be nice to you but you barely tolerated him. After all, he'd built his society next to the home your family had lived in for decades. He'd actually asked you to move and even offered to relocate you but you and your family had refused. And thats when you decided that he was a jerk and that you'd try to steer away from him and his problems.

But apparently, he needed your help now.

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"You want me to take you to the wedding?"

"I want you to teach me how the wedding works."

You scoffed, arms folded over your chest as you stared at the tall man standing before the frame of your front door. "And why would I do that?"

He gave you a sheepish look, rubbing the back of his head. "Because I asked nicely?" You snorted. "That's a first." He sighed, "Look Y/N, I know I haven't always been the nicest to you, but I don't have a choice in this matter and I'd rather not be embarrassed at the wedding because I don't know what to do there."

You looked at him for a moment before groaning and muttered under you breath, "Fine." You opened the door all the way to let him inside, head hung in annoyance. He looked fairly uncomfortable too, shuffling in with his fingers fidgeting.

You gestured for him to sit down at the kitchen table and you sat down in front of him, leaning back and folding your arms over your chest. "You want something to drink or...?" He shook his head, still looking a bit awkward.

"Alright. Well, before I start, what do you already know?"

"Uh...nothing."

"Nothing?" He shook his head no.

"Okay. From the beginning then."

You spent a good thirty minutes explaining the intricate details of how Hindu weddings work to him, starting with the fact that they last anywhere from 3-5 days ("I'M GOING TO BE THERE FOR FIVE DAYS?" "No, only for a couple hours each day.") and the significance of each event. Then, you moved onto the attire, and even showed him pictures of all the things the guests would wear. Women would wear colorful saris while men would wear suits or kurtas.

"Please tell me you at least have a kurta."

"What's a kurta?"

You groaned. "I'll have Pavi drop one off for you." he nodded with a slight smile, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm as he continued to listen to you speak. You told him about the food, and how it would be vegetarian on puja days but would probably have non-vegetarian options later on. ("You can't drink blood there by the way." "I don't drink blood!")

"Now, because you're not a close friend of the bride or groom, I'm guessing you'll only be attending on the third day. That's when the main ceremony is."

"What happens in the main ceremony?"

"The actual wedding. The other days are mainly just prayer days and for mingling between the families. But remember, its not like a western ceremony where we'll all sit down while the bride gets married. It'll be very Bollywood style."

"Bollywood?" He asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Oh my god, I have to show you before we go!" To his surprise, you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the couch, sitting him down before you began to search for the remote. He grabbed it off the coffee table and handed it to you with a smile, a bit taken aback by your excitement. "We?" he asked, sounding a little hopeful. "Were you planning on going with someone else?"

"No, no, it's just-"

"Besides, if I bring a date I won't have to worry about all those aunties trying to get their sons married to me." You said, shaking your head slightly as you turned on the TV. He stayed silent for a moment, trying to suppress the smile from forming on his face. "So I'm your date?"

"ah, here we go" you said, putting on K3G, one of your favorite Hindi movies. As the movie played, you pointed out the actors to him going "That's Shah Rukh Khan! That's Hritik Roshan!" despite him obviously not knowing who any of those people were. He just nodded along, watching you more than he watched the movie.

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The day of the wedding, you were in a rush getting ready, pulling on your sari hurriedly and fixing your makeup. You were wearing a dark green sari, with heavy jewelry that took ages to put on. Your earrings were also a dark green, matching with your outfit and making your skin and hair stand out beautifully. After you finished, all you had to do was wait for Miguel to show up.

The day you'd spent with him had been really nice. In fact, you found yourself liking him a lot more than you expected, considering how much you despised him at first. You were honestly really glad that he'd asked for your help, because otherwise you'd have never got to have so much fun rewatching your favorite Bollywood movie with him.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open it, being greeted by Miguel standing in the doorway, wearing a sleek black kurta, courtesy of Pav. He stood there awkwardly, a slight smile on his face as he looked you over. "You look nice." he said quietly, as if he was embarrassed to admit it. "You do too." you felt yourself growing silent as you stared at him. He looked better than you'd expected. This man was full of surprises.

You cleared your throat and beckoned for him to come in. After filling him in on the details, and even giving him some bangles of your own to wear, the two of you were off to Pav's dimension. The moment you entered, it was like a blow to the face. The sounds, the sights, the smells, they were all almost overpowering.

The two of you head to the wedding venue, both fairly silent. "So...you ready?" You asked him, looking up to see his slightly nervous expression. He tugged at the collar of his kurta. "Yeah. I just feel a little...out of place."

"Don't. There's going to be plenty of other non-Indians there. Hobie and Gwen are coming too." You said, flashing him a reassuring smile. "Besides, you have me."

After entering the venue, the two of you greeted Pav who was there with Gayatri, being all smiles as usual. He pointed the two of you in the direction of the rest of the crowd where you introduced yourself to some of the aunties while Miguel followed like a lost puppy. He was noticeably taller than most of the people there, so it was a lot easier for you to find him than for him to find you.

As you greeted more and more people you found yourself slipping behind the scene, helping out with moving things and passing out food and party favors. Then, because Miguel was glued to you, he joined in as well.

You couldn't help but laugh to yourself as you watched all the aunties swooning over him. He seemed like the perfect gentleman in his traditional attire and with his helping hands on. It was sweet. "It's Miguel, right? Who are you here with? Your wife?" One of the aunties asked him, inspecting his kurta. "Uh, no, I'm here with a...friend." He said quickly, seeming a bit nervous. He noticed you looking at him and flashed you a quick smile before continuing to put things away with a little horde of women following him.

After at least an hour of helping out, you felt your feet starting to cramp, and decided to do a shoe change. After changing out of your heels into more comfortable sandals, you realized your jhanjharas didn't match anymore. So of course, you gave them to Miguel. "Can you hold these for me?"

He looked at you for a moment before taking them out of your hand. "What are they?" He asked, inspecting them carefully. "They're like anklets" you replied, already hearing someone calling your name to come help out again. "hmm." he responded, continuing to turn them around in his hands, dark gaze focused on the little gems and jewels decorating the thin material.

When he came to join you, you realized he wasn't holding them anymore. You opened your mouth to ask where he'd put them but then you saw, he'd put them around his wrists. You felt a blush forming on your face at the view. They looked so small around his wrists. You shook it out of your mind and continued what you were doing.

Eventually, as the event progressed, the actual wedding started. To entertain the guests, the bride and groom began their performative dance, a classic form of entertainment that most Desi weddings have. Miguel was standing next to you, arms awkwardly folded across his chest as he watched them perform, his eyes on you the entire time. "What?" you asked, returning his eye contact with a slight smile. "Nothing. I just...wasn't expecting a dance."

You laughed softly at this and continued to enjoy the performance as more of the guests joined in, the previously choreographed number turning into a mess of random people joining in and swaying to the music. Although a bit crowded, it was a lot of fun. You could see Pav and Gayatri dancing together and even caught a glimpse of Hobie messing around with some random Desi girl. Miguel seemed to notice this too and kept glancing at you until he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "So...would you like to join in?"

You looked at him, slightly surprised. "You want to dance?" You asked, giving him a sly grin. He shrugged quickly, looking away. "Well, everyone else is doing it. Besides, you look like you wanted to join anyways." he said quietly, trying to hide the small smile forming on his face.

With a teasing eye roll, you stretched out your hand towards him which he promptly took, and the two of you melted into the crowd. He was shuffling along at first, his height making it difficult for him to blend in with the rest as well as you did, but eventually he grew more comfortable and took your hands, swaying with you to the music.

You were focusing more on the bride and groom than on him, and you barely noticed when your bangles caught on the edge of his kurta's cuffs. He laughed quietly at your embarrassed expression as you tried to pull it away. "Here, let me" He said, gently taking your hand in his and removing the bangle. While you watched, he removed the fabric from the bracelet before sliding it back onto your wrist, eyes looking directly into yours.

Even after he'd placed it on, the two of you kept your eyes on each other, unwavering until he chuckled softly and looked away. "I wasn't expecting us to get to know each other so well" He said, looking at you slyly. "Me neither" you caught your breath, clearing your throat before stepping back slightly, but he held onto your wrist. "Hey, we're not done dancing yet, are we?" he asked as he pulled you closer again, fingers intertwining with yours.

"Its a good thing you were willing to come with me. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be having this much fun" he said quietly as he timidly placed his hands onto your waist, your arms going around his neck. While the rest of the crowd danced wildly to the fast-paced music, the two of you took it slow, eye contact seeming more intense than usual. "I'm glad I took you as my date." You said with a smile.

"Anytime." he gave you a lopsided grin, shyness slowly melting away as he held you.

"Anytime?" You asked teasingly, tilting your head up at him slightly.

"Anytime."

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[youremyheaven]

What are your thoughts on men with prominent Venus nakhatras? Ngl, I feel from personal experience that Purva Phalguni men have an inclination to be more promiscuous compared to other nakshatras 😂 Do you feel Bharani and Uttara Phalguni are similar as well?

my FAV question 😍bc I'm a Venusian men connoisseur, enthusiast and expert 😤🤭

God has given me the exquisite privilege of having known many Venusian men and women and let me tell y'all 😍I love them😍 this is gonna be a bit of a storytime as well so buckle up.

Fair warning, these experiences are a bit of a mixed bag 🤧😤

1. Purvaphalguni Moon guy, super duper sweet, would bring me chocolates, drop me home in his car whenever I asked?? just all around super considerate?? he always did that tall guy thing where they bend forward a little bit to hear you better and idk it always made my heart skip a beat 😌he once saw me argue with a guy and he intervened and then also told me to let him know if this other guy ever gave me trouble (im really into this kind of performative masculinity 😌) he always defended me in front of others?? and always took my side and made me feel comfortable. he asked me out one night and confessed that he had a thing for me for 5 years (i been knowing but I played it cool 😎) but then got all pervy and said he wished I was in bed next to him??? 🤮🤮🤮Imagine waiting 5 years to confess and then u fkn ruin it like that ??? Gave me the ICK big time. I stopped talking to him, 6 months later, he texts me again and says he misses me and wants to ask me out again and I was seeing my ex at that point so I told him I'm seeing someone else and he said ?? it doesn't matter ??? 😭😭 and that he's never ever felt this way ever before and that he wanted me to think this over ??? (I never texted him after that)

2. Purvaphalguni Moon man in his 30s- I worked with him a few years ago. He was super shy and kind of awkward but extremely intelligent and good at what he did. He was married and had a kid. He always gave me mixed signals?? one day I was working with him and it was just us and he said that he's been intrigued by me since the first day and that he usually never initiates conversation with anyone but really wants to talk to me (he seemed genuine and he legit did not speak to anybody there and he had a very warm gentlemanly demeanor so none of this sounded creepy to me) and he told me that I seem very different from everybody else and I was like 😏😏but then he said "you seem to carry a heavy emotional burden" and I was like 😳😳how u know that and I said (we were talking in our mother tongue and I said this using very formal language??) "I don't deny that" and he responded (in similarly formal language) "Even if you do, I won't believe you" and trust me y'all my heart was 😭😭😭he always helped me?? always did little things to make things easier for me?? even when we weren't directly working together, i could always tell he was watching me?? He always indulged me?? I remember how I'd do something stupid and look at him with a 🥺🥹poor me kind of expression and his face would soften and he'd help me out in a very warm genuinely sweet way?? the first guy I mentioned was also like that, the eyes chico, they never lie

3. My ex had Venus atmakaraka so I'm gonna include him 🤪

Y'all the man was obsessed with me. He'd come all the way over to my house, just to see me stand on my balcony 😭 he came all the way over to my house to give me a love letter he wrote for me?? He knew I loved dark chocolate so one day out of the blue, he bought me a big bar for no reason?? along with a book because he knows I love to read 😭😭he loved giving head 🤪i associate being a giver with Venusian men ngl and he always told me he was so fond of it. He always video called me bc he missed seeing me and whenever we went even a little while without talking on call, he'd call me and then say "God I missed your voice, please keep talking, I just want to hear you" 😭😭😭and he'd buy me little gifts 🥺 and we'd do this thing where he kissed me all over my face, even on video?? like I'd point to my forehead and he'd kiss that, then cheek, other cheek until my whole face was covered. I have a lot of moles all over me and he remembered them all and he'd give kisses to them as well 😭😭😭he always told me how pretty I looked and whenever I got shy, he'd do these cute hand gestures that you'd do to coo a baby?? and he'd say "awwww ur sooo cuteee when ur shy" and give me kisses 🥺and he always told me how he wants to see me make art etc and he'd call me after every therapy session to know how it went 🥺🥺 a million things were wrong with our relationship but all the goodness i associate with Venus tbh 😍

4. my Purvashada Moon male friend

he was in a relationship when i was friends with him but again, he was sooooo fond of me 🥺I was chilling with his gf once and he ran up to us with a DSLR and took pics of me and not her?? (I always felt like he didn't enjoy being with her but this moment really cemented that) he always included me in everything and he loved it when I'd make my jokes or tease him or whatever,, I'm the type of person who loves to be taken care of and he was the kind of guy who loved taking care of people,, he was always gentlemanly and sweet and would compliment me randomly?? again, he's never been a creep to me but I always felt awkward about how he seemed to treat me better than he treated his gf (he ended up cheating on her and breaking up with her so 😬😬)

5. Bharani Moon failed talking stage

He was super duper sweet. Extremely gentlemanly and considerate. One thing I've noticed is that all these Venusian men have complimented my voice/said they love to listen to me talk. I used to sing this man to sleep ya'll 🥹and he always said I put him in a trance?? lol? One time I told him that I'm such a boomer and I only know how to use my phone to text and make calls and he said "that's all you need to know cause if you need anything else, you have me" (for context: he was a software engineer) he helped me set up my LinkedIn??? one day we were on call and he asked me "oh the xyz internship you mentioned, can you tell me more about it?" and i thought it was a general question and i started yapping and he did that with my other internships and finally he said, "okay check your WhatsApp" and he had sent me a summarised bullet point list of everything??? and he said "okay now just copy paste this to LinkedIn" and i was so shook?? lol, he stayed on call with me until I was done, i asked him a million dumb questions and he was patient af and literally held my hand through the whole process (setting up a profile is really not that hard at all, it's just filling up a bunch of stuff and he was helping me out with that) after things ended between us, we spoke one more time and he said "I made xyz dish" (a dish that I had told him was my fav and which he didn't know how to make and promised me he would learn) and i was like "why?" and he said "because I was thinking of you and promised you I'd learn to make it" 😩😩😩😩i s2g these Venusian men really know how to get into ur heart bc wtf

6. Bharani Moon, the guy who I think might be my twin flame

First of all, UFFFFF he was obsessed with me. For over a year, he'd just follow me around like a lamb and stare. Even after he asked me out and I said I wasn't interested, he still didn't give up??? he seemed so obsessed with me , it was crazyy, he told me he just wanted to see me and talk to me (I don't know his personality at all but getting those texts kinda creeped me out but maybe he was as genuine as all the other guys?? 😶 Idk) he was always so intense?? like he never shied away from expressing his interest in me, i never expected him to be so forthcoming lol. he came all the way to my uni for no reason than to see me not once but TWICE 🥺🥺wish i could've interacted with him offline to gauge his personality bc based on how he was on text and call, I was put off by his intensity

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7. bc i remembered another guy who was a Purvaphalguni Sun, Purvashada Moon

he was super sweet to me, he always wanted to talk to me, we'd spend hours talking and he always complimented me, he always asked me if he could bring me snacks??? and he lived like half an hour away and he always said "yk you just have to call and ill be at your door" whenever i spoke about wanting to travel, he'd always say "i'll take you" (i had known of him for a long time but we'd only been talking for a few days so i thought it was too much and kinda gave me the ick???) and he was always just doing THE most and then he got super pervy which made me uncomfortable. i told him off for it and he said sorry and then literally in the next conversation when i asked him "what are three things you'd want to do before you die?", he said 2 things and then said "you" and i was like 🙄🙄and he said "dont hold it against me, im a dying man" ICKKKK anyways we stopped talking lol

im actually only now realising that ive had less than positive experiences with Venusian women lol lmk if you want me to talk about that tho 😶

[thelioncourts]

I've been real absent online the last couple of months, but I can't miss out on @iwtvfanevents 'a meal to remember' because we are so incredibly blessed with beautifully creative and talented people in this fandom who constantly inspire and allow me to forever-wander in the world of Louis de Pointe du Lac, my most darling and favorite character ❤️ this won't be nearly as organized as I'd like it to be, won't say all I want to say, and I will inevitably miss somebody and/or some fic, but just know that there is so much wonderful content out there, especially by so many of the people on this list that anyone can check out at any point:

twelve days/nine months by @devotiondroid & @weather-mood daniel/louis/armand modern human au quite literally the fic that saved the holiday season for me. when new chapters of 'twelve days' would post, I would drop everything to go read it and would count down the days until the next update was set to happen. 'nine months' is a wip in the same verse and just as stunning. it's no surprise it's amazing; it's toni and it's bri, two people shining with so much talent it's blinding. and their powers combined?? oh my god. (there's also a one-shot in this verse called 'saint valentine' and my brain broke reading it, idk) now, just a list of @devotiondroid fics that changed me as a person: daniel/louis (and a little louis/armand as of now) human au quicksilver/mercury a danlou noir au that I reread a couple of weeks ago just to feel something again and then toni up and posted its prequel 'mercury' and I simply couldn't cope. the noir vibes paired with the gorgeously yearning story is just !!! everything.

daniel/louis modern human au

baby, I'm your man

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD READ 1000000k of this world. the idea of it, the complete ache of this story, has stuck with me, buried somewhere between my ribs, and I'll forget about it for a second then remember and it'll hit me like truck how wonderful it is. toni................m o r e lestat/louis human au my neck, her rope solar plexus hit of a fic. oh, oh the loustat dynamics....it's gorgeous and the concept is !!!!!!!!!! everything to me and now, my list of @weather-mood fics that, when posted, I quite literally become/became a dragon needing to hoard the newfound treasure immediately: armand/louis (armand/louis/REAL RASHID) canon-verse instruction real rashid, my beloved ;;;; no but, honestly, bri has made real rashid so important to me and to loumand, she's why he exists in my first (unfinished) loumand fic 'facio ut facias' because he's just that important. but bri also just always puts into her fics the gorgeous way that loumand are so perfect together, the way they are consumed with one another's existence. armand/louis canon-verse-esque rumpelstiltskin

FAIRY TALE AU. bri is also the inspiration behind my unposted and ongoing fairy tale au because no one does it like her and this one is......oh god, the way armand is the only character that could have ever been in this, the way he fits into louis' life to be this exact character.......don't talk to me lestat/louis; armand/louis; armand/louis/daniel siren au THE ENTIRE PART OF YOUR WORLD (ONCE UPON A WINE DARK SEA) VERSE y'all don't need me to tell you how perfect it all is. I think about it constantly, I've told real life friends about it, it's everything, every single fic of it is everything. lily/lestat pirouette by @weather-mood and @nlbv/@ouizaya

it's so interesting thinking about lestat in those weeks and months of hunting louis, of how he found out things about him from others, how he got lily so involved, how she died because of it all, and the way bri and zaya took all of that and then showed the mental state of lily throughout it all, how much lestat's vampiric control ruined her....................amazing. it's everything.

lestat/louis canon-verse tides by @nlbv/@ouizaya

zaya, my love, she takes some of the sexiest loustat scenes and makes them even sexier before gut-punching you with something insane and devastating and it reminds me so much of the show's writing, the way you'll be like 'look at my family <3' and then suddenly their conversation has gotten dark, the room looks cold, and you wonder how they'll ever truly come back from it......... god shallows by @nlbv/@ouizaya

REPEAT ALL THAT I SAID ABOVE AND THEN SOME. like???? the episode 6 elaboration???????????? oh my god. it's real. it's what happened. we all know it.

roadkill by @nlbv/@ouizaya and baberainbow I think about this fic so often. the car wreck, lestat and claudia being so in-tune with one another hunting because they're the same, the way they're both aware of louis, the way the family works and fits in, the gore and beauty of it. obsessed. TIME TO TALK ABOUT BABE. lestat/louis canon-verse glass the capturing of louis during those earliest vampiric days, paired with lestat's doting as he tried to solidify his wooing, and then just -- everything else, it's all so good.

disruptions that scene in ep 7 where the entire family teams up on that poor man at their door is crazy and this fic takes that concept and just runs with it in the best way

lestat/louis non-traditional a/b/o verse lioness listen.............i'm such a sucker for a good a/b/o fic and we have a severe lack of them in iwtv, thank you, babe, for writing a beautiful one armand/louis canon-verse luna the way that loumand have been together through some of the most insane historical events will haunt me and also I'm in love with the idea of it, thank you, babe, I want every single year and something they experienced together

armand/louis; lestat/louis; louis/others canon-verse catacomb a required read leading into season 2. that's all you need to know.

armand/louis/lestat cannibalistic modern au cleave/tie by @kittyldpdl

a couple of years ago, I went through this obsessive body horror phase where all I watched and read was something that had some kind of body horror and it would make me nauseous but also I was so intrigued, so fascinated, I couldn't stop. this is that. oh my god.

armand/louis; lestat/louis modern au capillary by @kittyldpdl and @salmoncakepls

WIP. I think about it once a week. falling in love with louis while dressing him??????????? oh my god, the concept, the idea, I want to drown in it armand/louis; lestat/louis robot&android au design; intricate by @salmoncakepls

every time I see concepts for this fic my brain short circuits and every time I read it I just !!!!!!!!!!!!! the brain behind this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the most brilliant

goat goat goat time <3 <3 <3 armand/louis prey drive by @iwtvdramacd18

HI I THINK ABOUT PREY DRIVE EVERY TWO DAYS AND FEEL FAINT. like idk what else to say, it just sticks with you and you're like 'wow they're just like that and it's insane and beautiful and raw' and goat just writes it perfectly, always lestat/louis exposure by @iwtvdramacd18

I've never actually heard of this fic, but if I had, I would assume it was the most batshit crazy thing I'd ever read......full compliments lestat/louis WIP lunacy by @iwtvdramacd18

I seriously always admire people who can write the 'monster' so well. I struggle so much with actual horror/monsters/suspense and so to read it so well done always makes me a little crazy armand/louis/daniel canon-verse after s1 gathering dust by @knifeeater

non-linear narrative !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

armand/louis canon-verse esque alluvium by @knifeeater

I see the tag service dom armand and my brain blacks out, comes back, and is forever changed. that's all. armand/louis/lestat perpetuum mobile by @knifeeater

sometimes you read a fic and the opening is the most insane thing you've ever read that you're like 'how can they keep this up?' and then they do and you're like 'oh so you're that kind of talented....okay' that's this fic.

armand/louis canon-verse

dirges by @dictee

'He had told Louis once, a lifetime ago, as a kind of bedtime story, about his work with cadavers in the nineteenth century, in the catacombs under the Parisian graveyards. Louis, half asleep, made some comment about Mary Shelley, but in his mind it was his skin under Armand’s scalpel, as loving a part of Armand as any. Shuddering and offering up the red jewels of his insides. ' please read it. oh my god.

MORE DANLOU NOIR THAT IS JUST i'll let you win by @diasdelfuego

danlou prophet. daniel just being so overcome by louis...........daniel just being so enraptured, so in love. the noIR. ily. need to reread asap actually oh my god.

daniel/louis post s1 nothing left to give you now by @diasdelfuego

'When he turns back around, Louis is still facing away from him, eyeing the coffee table as he shrugs off his coat. It slides gracefully off Louis' elegant frame to reveal a deep burgundy button-down underneath. In Daniel's mind, he thinks as he takes in the sight, Louis is always wearing black —mourning black, the writer in his brain supplies. Daniel takes stock of him while Louis stands at the edge of the carpet and looks over Daniel's apartment. The vampire is just as preternaturally young as he was half a century ago, just as beautiful, looking entirely out of place in Daniel's mundane, chaotic environment.' like imagine the whole fic being this beautifully written................................w h a t

lestat/louis; armand/louis murdery mystery au WIP overlords by @diasdelfuego and @shewhomustbecalledking I'm behind on this (work is the worst, let's all quit our jobs) but what I've read is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO INSANE. cannot wait to catch up, I have spring break in three weeks and honestly just want to read the entire time, catching up on this and drowning in its beauty

lestat/louis a/b/o verse WIP house of gold by @shewhomustbecalledking I think this was the first a/b/o fic I read for this fandom and it's the blueprint, it's the reason, it's everything. the way lestat is so perfectly lestat in this is everything to me. I love an in-character lestat so much.

armand/louis; lestat/louis AU gothic horror WIP rhodedendron by @blueiight

'Let the Devil tempt me not, Louis thought, as he crawled to the mirror. Hollowed out eyes stared back at him, light-brown mawkish physique barely visible, swallowed up by loose pajamas, twists slightly askew but still meticulously sectioned off.

You look a fucking mess, bruh. Hardly fit to carry on the Du Lac name, what lady would want troubles such as yours? His Mother’s voice blended in with his own. But alas he could not be, could not sit in his sorrow and forever laud the man he was not.' true southern gothic horror. the last two chapters changed everything for me.

lestat/louis modern human au dreaming put to shame by @downstairsbar

I read this every single weekend. the beginning??? louis classing lestat?????????????? louis knowing lestat's eyes are on him but not understanding it???????????? the way I'd give anything for a million more words about how they got to the last part, about what all follows.

lestat/louis canon-verse modern era WIP

murmur by proval the way these are still our louis and our lestat, reunited after everything, still so the same, still so not..............this author seems to have such a good hold of these characters, I can't wait to see where this fic goes

armand/louis; lestat/antoinette; lestat/louis modern succession inspired au WIP dirty, sexy money by thevintage I've never seen succession but I love a business au and these first three chapters are so good. lestat and louis are divorced, they have claudia to tie them together, lestat is marrying his mistress, and louis has just met armand who is business rival of lestat's and the sparks are already flying and ohmygodohmygodohmygod

[lostonmari]

SUCCESS #4 - THIRD PARTY OBLITERATED!

I literally never ran to open tumblr so quick yall. MY SP AND HIS PARTNER BROKE UPPP. - Long post, so TL;DR if you don't wanna read: I affirmed inconsistently and mostly focused on visualizing for a week, and my sp broke up with the third party yesterday. Story under the cut ↓

I don't like to go deep into old circumstances but basically with my new sp (he doesn't even know who i am 💀) he had a boyfriend and they have been together for a WHILEEEE like almost 9 months. But did I care? hell no!! I had been affirming inconsistently for a week (I think I started like December 6th?) I was saturating my mind with the idea of him being single, so along with affirming I would imagine him deleting the pics with his boyfriend off his ig and imagine him removing his bfs name from his bio, etc and I mean I would REALLY be invested in my visualizations. I was literally smiling and giggling to myself in my room at like 3 am thinking about how happy i'd be seeing that man out of his life. I wasn't just affirming and then going back to having random thoughts. NO. I was purely focused on this man being single and ready to befriend me and fall in love. Since I was heavily focused on it I was like already kind of knowing I'd see some type of movement soon and EXPECTING to see it. And ofc.. guess what happened?

fast forward to this morning a friend whos been M.I.A (missing in action, aka gone) FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS!!! texts me about some drama (which I think is part of my other manifestation to ruin my ex besties relationship bc she told me a lot of stuff about ex-bestie's current bf but let me not gossip incase they ever find my page ik they have tumblr LMAO) And after we talked about the drama and I asked her about how shes doing etc, I name dropped my sp without even thinking about it and honestly looking back I think that was inspired action maybe? but guess what. she told me SP AND HIS BF BROKE UP YESTERDAY NIGHT 😭 I was in so much disbelief I screen recorded her voice msg and replayed it back 5 times just to make sure I was hearing her right. remember y'all, NOTHING can mess up your manifestation if you believe it won't. lmfao because I was spiraling out of control screaming yelling crying to the heavens like 2 days ago because I was getting impatient. deep down I know it wouldnt have taken this long if I wasn't obsessed with him but you live and learn!

next on my list is for me to manifest us being friends nd him having a crush on me. (And if anyone's curious yes me and my ex I manifested back are still together. I'm just a cheater LMFAOOO) anyway see yall soon 🥰🥰

[osleeplessflowero]

// y'all have had too much fluff. let me ruin it rq ❤️Reader's pronouns are They/Them, and their Soul type is up to you. 🧡 Angst Warning 💛 This is connected to my Multiverse Traveler!Reader x Nightmare oneshot, "Chasing". 💚 NOT associated with Flowerfell!! I like to think of this particular flower disease as a bit different than that since it's my own take and I don't ship Frans which is what the original AU was 💙 enjoy the pain :)

A portal abruptly opens and shuts, then it happens again. And again. And again. Nightmare shifts through them with relative ease, travelling alone through universe after universe.

He's alone again, looking for something- no, someone in particular. Those beneath him couldn't help but wonder why he kept going out alone these days, but they weren't complaining too much. Just means less work for them in the end, right?

What Nightmare hadn't told them, is that he is indeed looking for his Soulmate, a human who managed to sneak their way into his heart. Sliding past all of the negative sludge and managing to get through to him, leaving him breathless. The two of you had come up with a game of sorts, Nightmare travelling between universes in order to find the true you, the one who'd found him before. But considering everyone here has separate variations depending on the timeline..that's easier said than done.

While rushing through, he comes to a stop when he reaches an almost completely destroyed realm. All that remains of it is a simple cliff and a sunset view, flowers covering the ground and swaying gently in the breeze. A figure sits, dangling their legs off of the edge. He approaches..mainly out of mere curiosity, wondering who it could possibly be. Who knows? Maybe he could use their pain for a quick boost.

He walks over slowly, stopping immediately when the figure turns their head to him with a small smile. It's..it's you? No. It's not the true you. This is another variation. Flowers cover parts of your body, your arms, legs, torso..and even your eyes, blocking your view and blinding your vision. They're your favorite kind..he remembers you telling him that. It's some kind of magic disease, what was it called?.. Right- Bloom's Disease, that's what it was. A virus that would slowly wear the victim down until they were reduced to petals..

..This is distracting him from his goal. But yet, he can't bring himself to leave "your" side.

"Hello." You greet, completely unaware as to who this stranger is. "..Greetings." Was all he said before sitting down beside you, his tendrils relaxing and lying down behind him. He looks over your state, you seem to be pretty happy despite not being able to see anything..he doesn't really understand that.

"I briefly remember how it looked." He raises a browbone. "The sun." Oh. "Is it still pretty?"

He looks up at the view before you, taking in a deep breath of the faintly remaining air.

"..It's beautiful." "I'm glad. I always loved looking at the sunset. It makes the sky all pretty.." "..Like one big watercolor painting?" "How did you know I'd say that?" "..A hunch, I suppose."

There's a short pause. ..He really should be getting back, but..he doesn't want to leave you here either. Just a little longer, he thinks. Then he'll go.

"Who are you?" "..Someone you know very well in another time." "I see. I'd have liked to meet you in this time. You seem nice." "I'm far from the word, dear." He smiles a little, looking over you.

"..Thanks for taking the time to sit with me. It gets lonely out here." "..Of course."

You lean your head on his shoulder, something he normally would protest against, but..he'll allow it this time.

"..There was a big explosion..something happened, and then I couldn't hear anyone anymore. ..I suppose now it's only me. ..I can't see anything, nor can I even hardly move..so I suppose I'll just stay here, watching the sunset I can conjure up in my mind."

He..decides not to tell you a majority of this universe had been completely destroyed, likely by Error while he was going on a rampage.

"..You have a very sad air to you." "That's something that tends to be attached to me. Does that bother you?" "Not really. I have that sort of feeling around me, too." "We have something in common." "Yeah.."

He hesitates, before putting his arm around you. You smile a little, nuzzling your cheek against his coat.

"..I know I..probably don't have a lot of time left. I couldn't even get up if I wanted to." "..Are you afraid?" "..A little bit. Anyone would be if they knew they were going to die, wouldn't they?"

Nightmare averts his eyelight for a moment, before looking back to you.

"I suppose they would."

"..What's your name?" "..Nightmare." "An unusual name, I'd admit."

He smiles a little, remembering how you'd said the same thing when you met the first time.

"I suppose it is, isn't it?" "I like it though. It has a nice ring to it-" You cut yourself off, coughing out flower petals and letting them fall into the abyss before you. He holds you close, making sure you don't fall off as well. A look of pity crosses his face.

"Sorry. I've always been a mood killer, haha." You laugh tiredly. "..Don't worry about it. I am myself." "Another thing we've got in common, huh?"

You move to lean on his shoulder again and he places his hand over yours, gently holding it beneath his own bigger one.

"Hey.." "Yes?" He looks over at you with a soft eyelight. "You said you know me in another time..what am I like?" "Well.. there are a lot of ways I could describe you..I still don't have the perfect one, just yet. Such a colorful person..someone I still have to get to know, once I find them." "Surely there's some word you could think of.."

He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, taking a second to think.

"..Nightmare?" "I'm here. I'm only thinking." He reassures you, squeezing your hand lightly.

"I suppose the word I'd use is.." His face shifts into a fond smile. "Wonderful."

You smile at that, some tears making their way out from beneath the flowers, making them bloom a little more and causing you to wince.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his tone and expression worried. "S-Sorry, it's.. it's just nice to think about. A timeline where I'm not doomed by these. One where someone likes me. Someone cares about me."

A tear pricks at the corner of his eyesocket, gently falling down his face. ..He hasn't cried in a while. It feels..strange.

He leans down, moving your hair slightly and pressing his teeth to your forehead, a small kiss to comfort you. You smile a little more, before you feel a few of his tears hit your face.

"Nightmare? Why are you crying?" "I'm sorry." "Whatever for?" You speak softly, sitting up and facing the direction you can hear his voice from. "That no one could be there. That you've..had to suffer, alone. I know that feeling better than anyone else. You don't..deserve that. Not you. Never you."

You reach up your hand until you're sure you're touching his face, resting it on his cheek. He leans his head into your touch, turning his face so he can gently kiss your palm. You wipe away his tears with your thumb, smiling weakly up at him.

"Don't cry for my sake. I'll be alright. ..At least..I got to meet you, right?"

You lean back a little, holding out your arms. He realizes what you're doing, hesitating slightly due to your fragile state before giving you a hug.

"There you are.. doesn't that feel a little better?" "..Yes." "Good. I wouldn't want you crying on my behalf."

It's quiet for a little bit.

"Hey, Nightmare?" "Yes?" "When you see me again..the other me, I mean. Can you do something for me?" "What is it?" "Give me a big smile. One I haven't seen before." "..I don't know if I can." "You could try, couldn't you?" "..I suppose I could."

He stares at the flowers that had surrounded where you were sitting, frowning at them.

"I'm..feeling a little sleepy. Can I sleep here for a little bit?" "Of course you can, dearest. However long you need to.." His voice breaks a little as he speaks, shaky. "Thank you.." You bury your face in his shoulder as he listens to your soft breathing.

A few minutes pass..with nothing but you, him, and the permanent sunset before you.

"Dearest?.." He whispers to you.

..There's no response.

He backs up to look at your face, seeing a smile still placed there.. your body going limp. His eyelight shrinks almost immediately as he realizes.. you're gone. ..Tears begin overflowing again as he hugs you tightly to his body, his shaky breaths now the only sound there.

The flowers on your body emit a faint glow before they surround you, shifting your form. He backs up a little, watching as the flowers begin to float into the air..your figure no longer present. He reaches out to grab one before all of them have left mere petals behind, staring at it fondly.

He doesn't know how much time passes as he looks at the sunset once more, before finally forcing himself to leave as the remaining parts of the realm begin to break and disappear.

..He really needs to find you.

Putting the flower in one of his pockets, he opens another portal..and continues his chase.

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Take you to A better Place part 4

(Btw that's what you are wearing at the wedding, regular outfit, you imagine whatever)

Y/N had made it to Bergentown in time for the royal wedding. Making sure she was dressed appropriately for the wedding; she hides in the background singing along with the other trolls. She was going to talk to Branch after the wedding, as not to be rude and ruin this lovely couple's wedding day. You would have to be an egotistical jerk to interrupt a wed... "I object!!!," a mysterious troll says interrupting her thoughts and vows, doing exactly what she was thinking.

She sighs and rubs her face and watches walking up close to them and waits till John Dory finishes his little save Floyd speech and then lands in front of them . "Thank you John Dory for that lovely info but you ruined a wedding when you could have waited till after," she says brushing off dust from her jacket. "Who are you, random troll?" Branch says standing in front of Poppy. She was about to speak when Poppy squealed and jumped in front of her grabbing her hands. "Oh my gosh!!! Oh my gosh!!! Your Y/N from the old girl Group, Sugar, Spice, and Everything Thrice.  I love your music then and now!! What are you doing here!!!" Poppy squeals dangling. John Dory just looking shocked now cause he was interrupted. Y/n smiles and pats Poppy's hand. "Well, knowing John Dory is incompetent and a jerk," a hey was heard from John, " I was also there when John found Floyd,  I used to tutor the kids who have him captured. Long story short, when they beat me in the top song. I knew something was up and saw what John saw.  What he didn't see is that those twins, need more troll talent and are going to suck the life out of Floyd. So I didn't think Mr. Dory would find y'all. So I told that cutie I'd search for his brothers," she said casually. John and Branch said , "Did you just call me brother cute?" Poppy was in the background silent squealing, apparently she wrote scrapbook fan-fiction when she was younger, shipping Y/N and Floyd, feeling like their vibes matched.  "Anywho, sorry for the wedding interruption. , y'all should continue and then we should head out," she says and just as John Dory was about to speak, she covers his mouth and the wedding continues.

After the wedding, John Dory calls for his bug van Rhonda. After Rhonda licks Poppy, Y/N pets Rhonda chin and looks at the others. "Times a wasting, let's go find the rest of Brozone and save y'all's brother," she turns to Gritzelle and Bridget, "lovely wedding and ceremony. Y'all have a good. Honeymoon byeeee," she says dragging the three trolls into Rhonda just still having shocked John, Branch, and Poppy being pulled into the van. " Alright then , let's get this show on the road and find your brothers to save your other brother," she looks around the van for clues. "Woah, who put you in charger here Miss?" John says having doubts. "It's Y/N. And I was there at the concert btw. So I don't trust you in charged or things will mess up, so yeah. I put me in charger," she says sassily making Branch laugh at how his brother was being put down instead of in charge.

"Tiny,Branch, Poppy, the pretty lady,this random dude..." a voice says and Y/N awws and John Dory was like what , " on another musical adventure filled with heart, hilarity and happiness." "Tiny! What are you doing here?," Poppy says to Tiny who driving the bus. "Well, Aunt Poppy, for your information, I am no longer a baby. I am a big boy now.And I'm on a mansized rite of passage to learn lessons of life, courage and maybe love," he says wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N who was now at the front of the bus with everyone but Branch. "You're a cute kid. But I already got my eyes on someone, sorry," she says and Tiny shrugs. "More Tiny for others to love then," Tony says driving.  "Should we be letting a baby drive?," she says looking at Tiny. "Not to worry, fellow grownup. I have procured my learner's permit," Tiny says pulling out an obvious fake license.  "Who is Adulty Mcmanface?" Poppy asks. "The better question is, are you a narc?" Tiny says looking at his aunt. Poppy stutters , "Whatttt? Pshh no, Why? Are you?" John Dory tells Tiny step on it and the three adult trolls go to the back where Branch seems to be making a clue board.

Edit 1: Please let me know in the comments or send me an ask about how you feel with this. I could really use the motivation

[bijouxcarys]

Since it's taking me about 70 years to update, I thought I'd give you a little teaser of one of the upcoming chapters for Ties That Bind! It'll be updated soon, but just to tide y'all over...

“You’re bleeding too much,” he said in an almost accusatory tone.

“I’m fine,” Nate shot back with that infuriating stubbornness that was quickly becoming one of her defining traits.

Roman completely took his eyes off the road, narrowing them at her. “You’re ruining my damn car.”

Nate managed a breathy laugh. “Is that what you’re worried about? Your precious car?”

He didn’t answer immediately, momentarily dissecting his focus between the road and the rising frustration bubbling inside him. “I’m takin’ you to our safehouse in Red Hook. It’s closer than goin’ back to my place, and we need to wrap that up now.”

She straightened slightly, wincing as she shifted her leg. “I told you, I’ll hold out, it’s surface level.”

Roman clenched his teeth. He was on the edge, high from the incident mingling with his growing irritation, and she was testing him. “This isn’t a fuckin’ argument, Nate. You’re bleeding all over my car, and you’re gonna get patched up whether you like it or not.”

She shook her head, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat. “I can handle it. Just keep driving, for fuck’s sake.”

The car swerved slightly as Roman’s temper flared. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, a sharp, loud thus that reverberated through the car. “Damn it, stop being so fuckin’ stubborn!”

Nate’s eyes widened slightly at his outburst, not out of fear but more out of surprise. She knew Roman had a reputation for being overly composed in situations that called for the opposite, but whenever he did lose his cool, it was like a hurricane—sudden and destructive. Yet, it wasn’t the kind of outburst that scared her; it was the kind that finally shut her up.

She pressed her lips together, holding back the retort that sat on the tip of her tongue. She could tell from the tension in his shoulders, the clenched jaw, and the way his eyes kept darting back to her leg that Roman wasn’t going to budge on this.

“Fine,” she muttered with reluctant acceptance. “Take me to the stupid safehouse.”

@trippinsorrows tee hee

[levyfiles]

Since it happens a lot less frequently now, I have less cause to say it but one train of thought hits me every time an anti decides to start a misguided crusade all "hurricane in a box" style. The train of thought follows the memory of all the fans in the past who made it their most important mission to shame, bully and harass anyone who participated in fan spaces for themselves; not the creator. Who didn't follow a subset of rules they just made up.

What I think about is how content must have seemed to them, the deeper they got into it. Every time Ryan or Shane would do something particularly fond for each other, I'd see at least twenty comments spread out on the video, in the tag, or even in the Twitter mentions going "Ahh, the shippers are going to be SO ANNOYING about this".

And were we? I mean if I were an anti, and I was thinking that and my first thought is to hate-scroll through my blog. I remember posting on my own blog, reblogging from the shyan tag, posting in the shyan tag, cackling in group chats. There was a while there when some antis liked to screenshot things we said on our blogs or on servers (some who were lurking in group chats) declaiming how annoying and twisted and creepy we were. It didn't really get anything done. It annoyed a few people but we moved on because the content continued to be fun; the guys kept doing their thing and having fun doing it.

My point is that every time one of these righteous crusades bombs, I catch myself thinking about what it must be like for that anti. To watch something and to be thinking about how someone else is receiving it, how that someone else is someone I have an irascible hatred for is probably somehow going to have more fun with it than I ever could. Because I'm so busy receiving each moment, teeth clenched that it might vindicate someone having fun in their own spaces when I've explicitly said It's Wrong.

And it's like? Yeah, of course, I'm not having fun. Every time Ryan or Shane makes some dumb joke about how close they are or their body language shows fans just why these two started a company together, that would be intolerable to me because I'd be thinking so hard about how much a stranger online probably liked that more than they're "supposed to". Work husbands??? Why did they say that? Now the shippers are definitely enjoying the content and I'm uncomfortable because I gotta think about the implications of the phrase "Work husband" and between my irl responsibilities, have to craft some reasoning as to why homosocial male friendships are a bitter victim to the love spectrum.

I'd get so bored; the content wouldn't bring me any joy. So imagine how that person who decided to make a second blog to craft a 2017-era "breaking my silence" call-out post about Simone is going to experience content now. They won't be able to so much as make it through five minutes of a video without thinking of every single damn fan who told them their post was dumb and how much more fun y'all are going to have as the social media posts get all the more funnier; how Simone's fandom origins give her a good and easy insight into why we enjoy Watcher. Every time there's a promo and it becomes obvious that thanks to Simone's hard work editing clips she knows we'd like, the bloopers are a fans smorgasbord lol.

In the end, is it ever really a surprise why vocal antis leave fanspaces? They dive bomb into spaces to start a fight instead of making friends and end up with a bitter scar that ruins the content for them.

Best I can say is RIP, ya know?

[rudystopit]

iv. Governed By The Flesh│M.O'Hara

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Summary: You start your day with a sore back from helping Father Parker and meet Father O'Hara, who apologizes for his absence the previous night. While working together, he shows kindness but later becomes agitated when you mention past conversations. His guilt and inner conflict lead to a violent outburst, leaving him deeply troubled and remorseful.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: masturbation, slight gore again.... sorry.

word count: 4,596

a/n: I must have displeased the vampire gods while writing this... I had two bats actively flying around me when I formatting this chapter for tumblr. godspeed y'all and i'm sorry vampire gods

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{cross posted on AO3}

ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 8:6 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢

You wake up with the sun. The sunny sky brings a warm breeze into your room. Your back screamed as you sat up. You begin to regret helping Father Parker as you rub your back to ease the pain. You closed your eyes and wished you could go back to bed.

"It's too early," you said and stood up. You walked over to your window. You saw Father O'Hara walking back to the abbey. You leaned out the window. "Good morning, Father O'Hara. Blessed morning, isn't it?" you said trying to mask the grogginess you feel. 

He looked up at your window. "Good Morning, Sister. It seems like it," he smiles. He walks a little closer to the abbey. He looks up again. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he yelled. You chuckled and looked down at him.

"I would, but I don't think it's long enough," you yelled down to him.

"That's a shame," he looked at his feet, "I'd like to talk to you. Can we meet before breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you by the bay window before the dining hall. Is that alright, Father?" you yelled.

"Yes, I'll meet you there," he waved and disappeared into the abbey.

You quickly got dressed and headed to the dining hall. You tried to mask your excitement while walking to the window. Sister Lyla sees you and runs up to you. She links her arm through yours, and you exchange pleasantries. "I have a meeting before I go to breakfast. I'll find you in there," you smiled, and she turned to see who you were looking at. She turns back to you and winks before heading into the hall.

"Morning, Father O'Hara," she said.

"Who is that?" he asks, joining you at the window. You told him how you and Sister Lyla became friends. You look at him and see how he looks like he went rolling around in the woods. You picked a leaf out of his hair. He just stares at you. "I'm sorry," he says.

"Please, don't take offense to how she sounded. It's just her teasing me."

"No, for last night," he said. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I know your work is more important than just helping me. And I ruined your day by not being there." he takes your hands in his.

"That's alright. Father Parker asked me to help him with his office," you stared at the tangle of hands. You looked up at him, and his eyes looked at you in horror.

"Father Parker?" he asked.

"Yes?" you asked, pulling your hands away from him.

"What did he say?" his voice became low. His eyes burn into yours.

"He told me stories about you two when you were in high school," you shyly say. He stands up and mumbles to himself. He walks around in circles. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was crossing a line. Father Parker was excited to tell me about all of it. I didn't think it was a problem," you said. You stood to go into the dining hall, but his hand came to grab your arm.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm annoyed that that loudmouth decided to tell people about my past," he smiles. “Well, I just wanted you to apologize about last night. You’re dismissed, I’ll see you later,” you bow and walk into the dining hall.

You grab some fruits and walk over to Sister Lyla. She's talking with some other sisters. You quietly sat by her, and the other sisters stopped talking. You picked at your food and tried to make yourself smaller as everyone stared at you.

"Sister, do you remember the animal attacks of the last couple of years?" she asked, shoving some food into her mouth. "I overheard Abbess talking to some of the Elder Fathers about what the 'plan' is."

"Yes, I guess it is that time of year again. What is their plan?" you ask.

"If sisters have to go into town, they have to be in a buddy system," she takes a sip of her water. "... which isn't a great plan since most animal attacks happen at night, and due to curfew, the only people going out at night are the fathers. Are they going to walk in a buddy system?"

That's right. That man last night. Father O'Hara was out last night. You continued digging into your memory to see if he was alright this morning. He did look dirty this morning, but he didn't look to be bleeding. You stared at the bowl of fruit. Your fork is just moving around a strawberry.

"What do you know?" Lyla asked.

"I saw Father O'Hara leave last night. He came back this morning covered in dirt," you said.

"Oh, was he hurt? Oh, yeah, how was your first day with him?"

"He didn't look hurt this morning. He wasn't in his office last night. I ended up with Father Parker. Abbess is probably going to talk to Father O'Hara about that," Put your fork down. Lyla looks at you. She is searching for answers in your eyes. She narrows her eyes.

"What was the meeting about?" she stabs her food before looking back up at you.

"He apologized," you smiled. She looks around at some of the sisters leaving. 

"OK, I want to get the comfortable pew before everyone else takes it," she taps your shoulder and goes to put her plate in the bin. You followed her. She linked her arm with you, and you two walked to the chapel. "Can we be normal for a second?"

"What?" you look at her confused.

"Like, can I talk to you like an actual person? Drop the formalities and talk about boys and drama. I miss that part of my life before my vows," she looked at you with such sadness. "I've been depressed since joining. All the people I talk to shut me down and are so condescending," she adds.

"You know what, I also miss talking normally. I had a conversation with Father Parker, and I was actually having fun. It felt like catching up with an old friend," you leaned into her. "Yes, you can talk to me normally. I'd really enjoy it," she squeezes your arm and quietly 'thank you' as Abbess Drew stands up.

Morning prayers went by so quickly now that you had someone who you know will be there for you. After prayers, you walked with Lyla to her duties and sat there and listened to her talk about everything and anything. Your cheeks hurt from smiling the whole time.

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There was a knock at Abbess Drew's door.

"Come in," her voice boomed. Her door creaked open. His big frame peeked in. "Come in, Father O'Hara," she says as she stands up. He slides in and stands in front of her desk. She bows and signals him to sit.

"Why do I feel like I got called to the Principal's office," he tries to joke.

"Because I'm annoyed," her voice was dead serious, which sent chills down his shine. "The Sister's job is to do their duties for Our Lord. And when one of the Fathers' has disappeared and the sister cannot do the duty they are called to do, you are interfering with their relationship with God," she looks down at him. "Do you understand Father O'Hara?"

"Yes, Abbess Drew. I apologized to her this morning. I plan on having her work today. Thank you," his gaze is solely on his hands. He waits for her to say something. All he hears is her sitting with a huff. He looks up, and she's rubbing her temples.

"She's a wonderful woman. She's devoted to her faith. Don't mess it up." She says, "I can see her in this office one day. Please, Miguel, don't," she waves him off.

He gets up to leave but stops. "I can see that she's a wonderful woman. I will do my best to keep her on the path of God," he bows and leaves the office.

He takes a breath and looks up to find Father Parker in front of him. "You suck," he says. They walk together. "What did you tell her?"

"Some stories," Father Parker laughs. "I know you're a private man, but the church mouse is a sweet kid. Also, why do you look like shit?" Father Parker points to his clothes

"I went out and tripped in the woods," he answers. "Everyone tells me that she's sweet," he points back at the Abbess's office. "Got chewed out for leaving. Which I didn't till later. I was asleep at the desk," he looks out the window. Church mouse? he thought to himself. fitting, I guess. 

"You were asleep?" Father Parker yelled. "I slammed on your door. How did you not hear me?" he starts laughing. "Miguel, you say you were sleeping, but it honestly sounds like you were in a coma," he slaps his friend in the back.

"I have to shower. I will see you later," he bows to him and leaves.

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Lunch came quicker than you had thought. You ended up missing your private prayers and a shower. You spend your morning with Lyla as she does her duties in the chapel, which is a lot more sitting than actual cleaning. You guys talked about your lives before the church and the things you two miss. You two ate lunch, and she walked you to the door that led to the fathers' offices.

"I bid you a fair goodbye, my love, for I, Lyla, will miss you deeply," she bows, and the two of you laugh. "But for real, Have a good night. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Have a good evening, Lyla," you say as you slip into the office hall. You walk down the hallway and round the corner to his office. You look at the oak door and knock. You hear shuffling, and the door swings open to Father O'Hara looking down at you. "Good afternoon, Father O'Hara," he moves out of the way for you to walk in.

You walked to the middle of the room and looked around. You looked for a broken painting. The carpet seems vacuumed, so you figured he probably cleaned it up. He shuts the door and walks around to his desk. He motions for you to sit. He hands a pile of paper to you.

"You'll be sorting this into piles of topics and then organized into dates," he says and turns back to his pile of papers.

You looked around at the objects around his office—no pictures of family, no pictures of him and Father Parker, no personal things. There's a crucifix on the wall beside him. There are tons of different books behind him. You looked at him. His eyebrows are heavy on his face. His eyes darted from one end of the page to the other. They are narrow as he reads a specific line. He sniffles every few seconds. His hair is damp. There's barely any expression on his face. His eyes flick up to yours.

"What?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing, Father," you drop your head to look at the paper in front of you. The side of his mouth twitches to a smile.

You read through the papers. Most are about different rights and rituals of the church around Easter. Some were about the history of how Easter came to be. A lot of the papers were from the Renaissance period.

You were almost done with your pile when Father O'Hara stretched and groaned. You look up from your papers. You set them on the desk and rolled your shoulders. It doesn't help that the pain from helping Father Parker still ached. You scrunch your face in pain when you straight out your back. He looks at you with curiosity.

"Pain in your back?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm still sore from helping Father Parker with his office last night," you said, picking the papers back up.

"Here," he stands, and your eyes follow his movements till he disappears behind you. His hand comes to your shoulders. You tense up at his hand's sudden touch. He begins rolling his thumbs, shading your shoulder blades. You relax and lean into his pressure. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment of release. You hum as the tension in your back ceases. He smiles down at you as you ease into his hands. His thumbs roll over a tender spot in your back. You finch away and yelp. His face goes hot. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, you're good. It's your super tense right there," you say.

He retreats to his seat. He picks up some papers and looks up at you. "I'm quite hungry. Would you mind grabbing us some dinner?" he asks. You nod and go to leave.

Once the door closes, he sighs. He leans back in his chair. A tent has grown in his pants. He rubs his temples and looks up at the ceiling.

"I wish she didn't have this effect on me," he groans into his hands. He adjusts his pants and his breath hitches. He swears under his breath. He grinds the palm of his hand into his pants. He grits his teeth. He continues the motion at a steady pace. He closes his eyes. His breathing quickens as his pace slow increases. His palm slides over his tip, and his mouth falls open. He undoes his belt. His fingers were on the button of his pants. He imagines you. You in between his legs—looking up at him with those bright eyes. He quickly pops the button and zipper. His hand drives into his briefs. He wraps his fingers around his girth. His mouth opens slightly as he pants, waiting. He begins moving his hand down his length. His other hand grips onto the table.

He imagines his fist as your mouth as he quickens his strokes. He slides his hand on his desk, then quickly clenches it into a fist, thinking about what you felt like under his hands. His eyes squeeze shut, holding onto the thought of you under his desk. He mumbles your name as he inches closer to completion. His strokes become uneven, and his nails pushed into his palm, causing blood to be drawn. His jaw clenched with enough pressure that would crush bones. The last couple of strokes, and he was done. He put his head on the desk and became embarrassed at what he did.

He mumbled about how he shouldn't have done that to the thought of you. Innocent you. The little sister with the heart of gold. The quiet sister. The church mouse.

His breathing slowed, and he sat up to clean himself off. He looked at his desk and a painting of Jesus looked back at him. He glared at the book and slammed the cover closed. A soft knock at the door pulled him to reality. He stuffed himself back in and said it was OK to come in. You handed him a plate of dinner's leftovers.

"Thank you, church mouse," he set the plate next to him and continued to work on the papers around him. 

You looked at him and scrunched your nose. Church mouse? You knew the other sisters had called you that, but you had no idea the fathers referred to you as such. You glared at him while you ate. Does everyone think of you as that? A church mouse.

He glances up and sees you glaring at him and chewing angrily.

"Everything alright?" he asks.

"You called me church mouse," you mumbled.

"I did? Oh, my mistake," He goes back to reading the papers and taking notes.

You look down at your plate. You push around the food. You let his passive tone repeat over and over in your head. You tried to eat some food but instead you just stabbed the food and you couldn’t hide your emotions. You scolded at your dinner, thinking about his comment. 

"Do you see me as a church mouse," you asked hastily. "I know the sisters call me that to be mean," you say.

"I think it's an endearing name," He says without looking up from his notes.

“Oh,” you bring your fork to your mouth. 

You silently ate your food while Father O'Hara continued his work. You watch his brown eyes scan the pages, looking for the exact line he wants. You glance over at his plate. Never touched and left to get cold. You watch how his fingers slide in between the pages. You watch how he flexes and then relaxes. He puts the pages down and picks up the pen lying next to his food. He clears his throat. You flick your eyes to his. Instead of seeing his eyes gazing at the sheets of paper on the desk, you're met with his eyes staring back at you. You sallow harshly and look down at your plate. Hoping his gaze would soon turn to something other than the top of your head.

"Why do you think they call you that?" He leans back into his seat. 

"One of the sisters told me, they thought it was about how I grew up in the church," You refused to look at him. Instead, you look over one of the books on his desk. 

"Have you heard the expression, 'quiet as a church mouse'?" He looks down at you. 

"I think I heard it once," You flip through the pages. You look at the illustrations of what the old pagans did on the spring equinox. Your face becomes warm. 

"Sure, The Sisters might mean it in a mean way but I think they call you that because you're quiet and they don't understand why you don't join them," he smiles. You look up at him. His expression is soft and genuine. His hands are folded on his lap. "I think with you befriending Sister Lyla, your name might chance to just mouse," he jokes. 

You ignore his comment and go back to flipping through the book. He watches you for a few minutes. He notices small mannerisms like how you twitch your nose when you read something you don't understand or how you hold your book with such gentleness as if it will fall apart if handled too harshly. 

He starts to think about how he would hold you. He wants to protect you from whatever happens, even if it means himself. He watched you read about how the church turned pagan rituals into Catholic rights. He noticed how your eyes got wide when there were illustrations of the roles. He knew exactly what part you were reading. He saw the wheels of your mind turning, reading about how the ancient pagans chose a man and woman to act as the god and goddess and how they would "plant the seed" for spring equinox. He saw the look of realization that the eggs around Easter time were a symbol for a different type of egg. A grin crept onto his face. He thought about how he would have wished you were his partner for those rituals. Heat spread to his thighs as more impure thoughts came into his mind. He looked around for anything to distract him. His list of items he wanted for the display. 

"I need your ideas," He quickly says, shaking you from your reading. 

"About?" 

"The displays," He stands and moves towards the window. The sun cast a pink ray onto his face. "I was thinking of the bishop's Easter robes, Palm, and a monstrance. what do you think?" he turned back to you. 

"Why those?" You questioned. He gave you a surprised look. "Well, people are going to the display to learn. I know why but you have to explain in a way to someone who doesn't have years of studies on catholic practices." 

"I knew you were smart," He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine. that dream. You thought. "These robes are worn by the Bishops during the Easter traditions. The Purple robes are worn for Lent, the week leading up the Easter except for when they wear Rosé on the fourth day of Lent, The red is worn on the seven Sundays after easter for Pentecost Sunday, as well as Palm Sunday and Good Friday, and the white robe is worn on Easter Sunday." 

"That's just the days they wear certain colors. Why do they wear those colors on those days?" You asked. 

"The purple signifies the mysteries we are celebrating as a church and during Lent we are reflecting on issues of repentance and passion for Jesus Christ. The White symbolizes rejoicing and purity of the soul.  Rose vestments are worn to represent the joyful reward that comes from offering sacrifice with patience. The red is to signify the presence of the Holy Spirit in our community and our unity in Christ." He quickly retorts back at you. 

"Ok, now combine them." You smile, and you see his face put the pieces together.

"I understand now," He looks out the window. 

"I guess working in labs made it hard for you to not think analytically," you laugh. 

"Did Father Parker tell you I worked in labs?" he turns to you. 

"No, but he mentioned you were good at biology. I just assumed that's what you did before joining," You look at the floor as you explained. You hear his footsteps come closer. His finger lifts your chin. 

"I didn't work in labs," he looks down at you. His voice is ice. His eyes filled with hatred. 

"I understand. My apologies, Father O'Hara." he releases your chin and turns to his desk. 

"Please write a couple of letters to these bishops," He picks up a piece of paper off his desk. "Ask them if we could borrow the items that are next to their name," he says coldly and sits back in his seat. You began your task. His quick change in personality frightens you and you wish to never see that again. You tucked the thought back into your mind, hoping you would never make him upset again. 

He watched you write out the letters. Your hand shook slightly and he heard quiet sniffles. He dropped his shoulders in realization. He had scared you. He looked down at the desk. Sighing in disappointment, you turned back to his work. 

The two of you worked in silence for a few hours. He would glance up at you to see if you were alright. Each time he hoped you'd be looking at him as well. He wanted to apologize for his actions but couldn't find a way to make it natural. He turned to the window to see the sun had left. He cleared his throat and suggested it was late and that you should go to bed. 

You turned towards him, not wanting to make direct eye contact. He searched for any signs that you had cried. He found none. "I can escort you to your room," he says in a quiet tone. You simply nodded. He opened the door for you. He came out and locked his office. He followed behind you to the office door. You opened it and held it for him. You try to quietly shut it. You looked out the window and watched the night creatures wander about on the abbey's lawn. His shoes were the loudest thing in the hallways. You didn't dare try to look at him. Instead, you try to read the signs in the hall. Mostly about different events being held.  He walked with you silently down the halls. They felt longer than usual. The silence was too loud and the air was filled with intense emotions. You see the door to the Sisters' rooms. He stops you before you can open the door. "I'm sorry for my actions," he simply said when you headed to your bedroom door. 

"It's fine, Father O'Hara," you said as you opened the door. You stood in the doorway, quickly making eye contact and then closing the door. 

Father O'Hara stood by your door. He felt awful about what he did. He looked at the ground and walked away, letting his feet lead him to wherever. He thought about how you looked the last couple of hours. How you didn't want to look at him. Is this how you would treat me if you found out?  he asked himself. He kept walking. He didn't know where to go. All he knew was he didn't want to be in the abbey. 

The halls stretched on, the beige paint only adding to how much he didn't want to be there. He glances at the event boards and reads a couple of familiar names. He saw that Father Parker was hosting an AA meeting next week. He weakly chuckled at the thought. He turned towards the stairway. It always felt colder than the rest of the old building. He dragged his hand down the railing as he tried to not throw himself down the stairs. The old stones jugged out and he tried to count all the different colors he saw. He counted 4, brown, darker brown, gray, and black. He continued his path to the abbey's lobby. Small donations were lying on a bench, tied in bags. He pushed open the door to the outside. 

He walked out to the sidewalks outside of the looming building. He listened to the trees move as the wind picked up. He looked at the trash stuck in the rain drains. He hated himself for making you feel scared. He puts his hands in his pockets as he tries to not be consumed by the guilt. He watched his feet as he walked and thought about how he wanted to make it up to you. He wondered if you were going to be distant with him because of tonight. He smelt the familiar lilac. He stopped and looked at the small flowers of the bundle. He picked one of the bulbs. He continued to walk, staring at the flower in his hand. He smiled at the purple petals. He walks past the shops and sees a glance of his reflection. He stops to look at it, dropping the flower. He hates the man he sees, even more than most days. He stares into his sunken eyes and furrows his brows. Anger at himself causes his chest to rise faster until he's had enough and punches the glass. 

"Woah there Bud," a voice cuts off his rage. Father O'Hara turns to his eyes narrow. "No need to take your frustration out of the window of some poor shop," the obviously drunk man laughs to himself. "Actually, I think I know the family who owns this place. I should give 'em a call. tell 'em there's a man trying to rob them." He's had enough. He walks up to the man and grabs his head. He throws him to the ground and starts tearing. All of his anger turned to rage. Anger about this guy, about the church, about him, and mostly anger about God. He stopped to catch his breath. Covered in blood he looks down at the man. Guilt settled back in. He sits back on his feet and looks at what he did to this man and to you. His stomach groaned. He sighed and drank some of the blood before returning to the sleeping abbey. 

[arttrampbelle]

Don't buy or go by anything nrs be selling in mk12/mk1

It completely ruins all the characters,lore,and build up over the 30+yrs it's been around.

Go by your own stories and be done with it.

Rejecting "canon" and not buying their games is the best thing to do now as a fan.

Besides we got more important things to do than that rn. (Even as a mk fan i hate what they are doing to shang tsung. They are legitimately ruining him by trying to make him like every other fucking character BUT his own)

So yeah your hcs now? Cool,not my cup of tea nessicarly,but I'd sooner take them than whatever nrs is doing atm. For the most part i like what people be cooking.

Because guess what? Fans know they character sadly better than the current writers. Why? Because they give a fuck.

Not all of them truly encapsulates the character. But by god they get his gusto,his energy,and his hutspa so to speak. They understand the fundamentals and core basis of the character. They understand nuance and not making him to be a copy paste of every other villain and antag in the Franchise.

AND THEY DON'T BLAME HIM FOR THE CURSES AND PROBLEMS HE'S IN. mortal kombat is a brutal world. But nrs sure dont fucking act like it. Shang tsung is a fucking survivor. Period. Dark magic is actually honestly in that world,at least it makes sense to be. The fucking most destructive,easy,force. And what better way to dispose of a foe? You guessed it,soul magic and spells to absolutely obliterate your opponents.

Im not saying he didn't have consequences. Oh of course. But nrs writes it now so fucking cheesy and takes the easy route.

Yes he has set backs. But it's not because of his own doing. No. It is technically the gods fault. Thats how it's been. It's actually pointing out that he was put into this position. And they were mad he took a different path. It's legitimately going against what you are told you should do. And doing what you personally feel is right for you not what society or peers tell you is "acceptable"

God ffs people. Shang tsung is so fucking luciferian coded it's not even funny. But y'all at nrs misinterpreted that (and some fans too).

Like i could go on about the complexities of shang tsung and how i feel fucking nrs/boon/and the like do not fucking deserve such an amazing and deep antagonist like shang tsung. But I'd be here all day.

I'll leave it at.

Mk12/mk1 shang tsung sucks outside of his voice and aesthetics. Nothing else of the character is truly worth it. Some ideas for him are best left to be in the draft paper. And never touched until someone with a brain,media literacy and respect can't write him. Whomever that may be.

He can be driven to madness by soul magic. But that's not what kickstarts it. No the gods put him in a corner and the only way out was to rip n tear. Literally. Like he made his hell his home. He was emperor of his dominion. He is lord of souls(basically). Like he said "fine you want bad!? I'll show you bad!!!" And bad he became. But deep down,he doesn't want this. He wants peace. He wants to live,he can't. Because the gods won't let him because he plays the game better than them. Like i have so many fucking ideas for him and i feel that everytime i see someone,fans or offical sources say something that just feels like it could have been for another character and fits another character better. It pisses me off.

Like shang is amazing,but either actually write some for him,and his character,that actually fits or make an oc or write it on another character.

Ugh.

Anyways enough rambling.

Some fans and especially netherealm studios don't fucking deserve this character

I just have so many ideas. And so much to say about this characters persona and the intricacies on shang's mind and good fucking god i wish i could safely infodump with someone. Especially on HOW HE BECAME WHO HE IS AND HONESTLY I HAVE SUCH A CAREFULLY CRAFTED BACKSTORY FOR SHANG TSUNG. And how his well magic works and WHY he's such a master at it. I wish i could infodump with someone fr.

I have so much love for this character. I wanna write for mortal kombat so bad. But at very least for shang tsung.

Good lord.

[larkral]

Fic writers self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have already done it). Spread the self love ❤

Thank you for the ask!! Not a secret: my most recent story is *nearly always* my current favorite. That means that ringing in at

#1 is Friday Prime

It's a Holsom fic, it's an OMGCP fic, it's a time loop, it's a time loop told from the perspective of the person who doesn't know he's in the time loop. I feel out of this world satisfied with how this story came together, including several screaming comments that I just sat at home giggling over because of something I'd set up for a long time that landed like I wanted it to.

#2 is Good at Something

Snowbaz, my beloved. Far and away the most popular of my fics ever, the first smut I'd written in 7 years, a story that I intended to just be smut and then it secretly developed plot. I love this story with all my heart and soul. It's about blowjobs. There are a lot of blowjobs in this fic.

#3 is A Dangerous Affinity

The fic concept that got me back into writing fanfic after the 7 year hiatus. Naomi Novik's Scholomance meets Carry On. Snowbaz in Hellschool. You won't find any sour cherry scones here, but you will find raw denim jeans, terrifying monsters, and a description of eggs that will ruin your appetite some time.

#4 is Feet Buried in the Sand

The description reads "Moments on a beach", the tags read "the beach, waves, surf, tides, an unsettling feeling" and I know the sparse description of the fic is the reason it's the least popular of my works, but I promise it's worth reading, especially, perhaps if you have feelings about Baz being stuck in a coffin.

#5 is a tie between Visible at Sea and An Arranged Meeting

I decided I get two here because most of y'all don't go to either of these fandoms, and yet!

Visible at sea is a silly Sunbrat romp in the In Other Lands fandom. My attempt at writing something short (hard for me!) and something with a believable Elliot voice (also hard for me!). I think it landed, and also the smut in this story is very hot if you ask me. Originally fake-titled Wet, Hot, Otherlands Summer

An Arranged Meeting is a Battlestar Galactica fic, Kara/Lee AU thing told in a nonlinear narrative. When I wrote it (eight years ago), it was an incredible divergence from the way I'd previously written, and I remain incredibly proud of it.