#I had to post the snippet it relates to ❤️❤️

[gimmemore14]

>>So how,<< Joey’s hands fumble for a second, >>…Expensive were you?<<

Dick seems to shake himself out of it, “Only 125K and a threat to accept any low-priced contract on the next bidder.” He snorts, rolling his eyes toward Slade.

>>Honestly, he got a bargain.<< Joey signs slyly, causing Rose to nearly spit her coffee out.

“You’re telling me, I would’ve paid a million.” Slade responds, dead serious.

The omega’s expression falls unexpectedly pensive. “Well if that’s the case, you should’ve just gotten us all.” Dick’s voice is cold, barely holding his resentment in check.

Both pups turn to their plates as if their cheesecake is suddenly extremely interesting.

Slade’s eyebrows furrow, he told the kid he could still be a brat but he’s pushing his boundaries already. He forces himself to sigh, to curl his lip in a regretful expression.

“You know I couldn’t have outbid Ra’s and Black Mask, I’m rich but that’s old money. I needed to prioritize your safety.” He sips at his coffee before setting it down. “Besides, it’d be too suspicious.”

Dick snatches his hand back and stands quickly, his chair scraping loudly across the floor. He stacks his plate on top of Slade’s in a decidedly annoyed fashion and turns to take them to the sink.

Wintergreen begins to stand, “Richard, I can do th-“ but the alpha waves him off. Deathstroke grabs the rest of the empty dishes off the table and follows the omega into the kitchen.

He’s unsure what Nightwing’s goal is, what he’s trying to accomplish in acting this way. Slade carefully approaches the omega, who is now irritatedly scrubbing the dishes. He sets the stuff down and sidles up behind him, arms wrapping loosely around his waist.

The kid melts against his chest with a defeated sigh. He has to hide his approval as he realizes Dick is just trying to make this believable. Of course he’d still be mad if he was upset and desperate enough to run.

Grayson’s voice is quiet for the illusion of privacy, but still loud enough to be overheard by the prying ears in the dining room. “I know you couldn’t have gotten us all out… neither one of those psychos would’ve given up, but I can’t help that I still feel angry.” He hangs his head and puts the dishes down, turning in Slade’s arms to face him. “I am sorry for trying to sneak out… I’m just so worried for them, even Cass and Damian too.”

If the kids could see Grayson’s eyes they’d know how hollow the apology is, but that can stay between the two of them.

Slade slides his hand along Dick’s neck to thread his fingers into the hair of his nape. During the omega’s first punishment, he admitted he’s more afraid of Deathstroke’s kindness than his violence.

Lately that confession is all the alpha can think about.

Dick could have just said that to manipulate him into being nice, but he doubts it. He seemed genuine.

The way his scent tries to spark at any sort of praise and how he leans into casual physical contact speaks for itself.

Slade’s aware his main language is violence, how he’s exceptionally lucky the kid has a very low bar set for kind words and gestures.

So he strokes his thumb soothingly over Grayson’s scent gland, watching as his eyelashes flutter closed. The rest of his fingers massage the omega’s nape and comb through his curls.

Before Deathstroke breaks the silence, he tastes the words on his tongue and surprisingly finds truth in them. Even if he wouldn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart, he still would’ve done it.

That’s got to count for something in Nightwing’s book.

So he tilts the kid’s head up and murmurs, “If you hadn’t broken the Al Ghul kid out, I would’ve fought for him. I know Joker couldn’t have outbid me and I came prepared that day to take you both.”

Dick’s eyes widen like saucers, not expecting the revelation. He searches Slade’s face for a hint of a lie. The alpha knows he won’t find one; he’s made sure not to lie to Dick, he’s too smart for that anyways. Deathstroke’s sure that he’s garnered at least a twisted sort of trust from the kid at this point.

Slade tilts his head down to rest against Grayson’s forehead. “I would have rescued your pup… just for you, little bird.”

His words are spoken low, quiet enough to just be for Dick this time and not for the show they’ve been putting on. They’re so close that they’re breathing in each other’s air, Slade can feel the omega stutter as he finally realizes the truth of the words.

Nightwing places a hand on Slade’s chest, still warm from the hot tap water. He keeps his voice steady, but the alpha can hear the uptick in his heartbeat. “And if the Joker finds him now?”

There’s no hesitation now that he’s got his little bird on the ropes, “I’d rescue him.”

He tries not to be distracted as Dick unthinkingly licks his lips.“For how much?”

“Not much, think of it as a friends and family discount.” He replies, thumb dipping lower to trace the kid’s unraised mating gland.

maybe i won't finish this so i want to post it for @gimmemore14 thank you for being so kind 💐!It's a small wip animatic of a scene from her fanfic! It deserves an anime but I haven't reached that level yet xD

In the meantime I will continue practicing to be able to improve and animate more of my things and my favorite characters!

[adventuringblind]

Hi, I saw you were asking for requests and I thought I'd give you an idea for Max Verstapppen x reader fic. I don't request much so if it's too detailed I'm sorry, you can change anything you want, it's just a scenario I've had in my head for a while. I was thinking about enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine (also I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending) ❤️❤️❤️

Ok, so imagine this: Reader is a new redbull media person/photographer and Max has an instant crush on her but acts like an a**hole cause he can't understand his emotions towards the reader. Other drivers tease him about it. I imagine someone ask why he doesn't like her and Daniel just straight up says "cause he loooves her" and Max gets all flustered. The reader is an absolute sunshine and tries to make him like her, even tho she is hurt by his behaviour. At some point (maybe right before a race or smth) he says something about her and she overhears and is heartbroken and suddenly stops talking to him.

I don't have an idea for an ending except that if you are up to I would love some smut 😂

Behind your walls

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: grumpy x sunshine, smut, angst if you squint.

Request: yes and it made me so happy. I hope I did your idea justice! My requests are open (specifically for Charles, Max Lando, and Oscar). Please don't hesitate to send in an idea!

Summary: Max knows he loves you but can't admit it to anyone, including himself. What happens when you over hear something he say? Will he be able to finally be vulnerable?

Warnings: Max is a jerk (blame is on Jos), pining, mentions of anxiety and a panic attack, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Notes: second pov, I got a bit carried away, and I've never written smut before, so figured crossed it's not as cringe to you as it is to me. I think I changed like one or two things about the request but tried to follow it as much as I could.

If you have the chance, please check out my other work. likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. I've started posting small snippets relating to my novel I'm currently editing, support for that is also always appreciated.

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Max has never been the best at dealing with his emotions. Sure he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, but all of them ended in confusion and heartbreak because of father wanting him to dedicate his entire being to racing.

So he did the only logical thing and walled himself off. Only having the occasional fling and never letting himself get to attached.

Then everything changed when he met you. Your sweet personality hired to drag him around all of his PR duties.

He'd made several of his PR managers quit. Ironically, not because he was an asshole to them, but because he had a talent for hiding from the press. It drove his managers insane. Redbull hoped that hiring someone warm and gentle was that you could coax him into fulfilling his responsibilities.

Everyone seemed to love you. Wherever you went, smiles followed. You'd even managed to convince Daniel into being productive and out of whatever his next shenanigan was. Not that you minded them, often laughing along with him if the situation arose. And to everyone's surprise, Max did spend more time with the reporters.

This, however, came at a price. For some reason that nobody could understand, Max Verstappen despised you. Or that's what you thought.

Max himself just thought he was doing the right thing for himself. No matter how many delicious coffies you brought him for early mornings. No matter how many of his jokes caused you to laugh. No matter the praises for wins and comforts for losses. Not even the look of admiration and respect you had for him and how he wanted nothing more than to sweep you away from this terrible world. He would not fall in love.

So he became a jerk to you. Giving you the cold shoulder. He always made sparky remarks at your expense. He even went as far as verbally telling you to 'piss off' even though deep down it hurt him too. Yet you still never wavered. Merely brushing it off and going back to whatever you were previously.

One day during a race weekend, Max found himself with Daniel during his downtime. The two of them eating lunch and chatting about life. The conversation was pleasant until Daniel brought up you.

"I don't understand why you don't like her, mate." Daniel chuckled a little, but there was genuine curiosity behind his eyes. Then, a realization hit the Australian. "I bet you love her! Like a crush from a schoolboy!" He announces for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Was he wrong? No. But Max wasn't going to tell him that.

"You're wrong, mate. I personally find her incredibly annoying." He scoffed. He was also trying to convince himself of this. It wasn't working like he'd been intending.

"Why do you think? She's like the sweetest person I've ever met." Daniel gives a confused look to Max, who is struggling to find a reason why.

He finally gives the Aussie and awnswer. "She thinks anyone will do whatever she wants cause she's so nice. It's aggravating to see people flit around at her beck and call like she owns the place."

Daniel's face falls, a frown now gracing his lips. "Damn, that's too bad, I think you would've liked her if you'd giver her the chance."

It's at this moment that Max felt a looming presence behind him. The grimace if Daniel's face apparent.

"Sorry for interrupting, Christian is looking for you, Max." Came your voice. Not the one he was used to, you sounded on the verge of crying.

You turned on your heels and swiftly left to find somewhere secluded to compose yourself.

You hadn't intended on eaves dropping. You caught the tail end of their conversation as you were walking up. There wasn't much other noise around, and it's not like either male knows the definition of quiet.

Max, on the other hand, knew he messed up. He placed his hands over his face, shaking his head repeatedly. "I am stupid. I am stupid." He mumbled.

After the race that he managed to win, despite a rough start, he found himself immediately looking for you. Then he looked for you from the podium. And again, when it was time to be harassed from the media.

When he couldn't find you anywhere, he decided to ask Christian. He was hoping to get the chance to explain himself. Maybe even opening up a little because you deserved it after what he said.

Christian looked at him skeptically when he asked. "I thought you'd been told. She went back to the hotel. Security found her hyperventilating, so I had Daniel drive her back."

The rest of the day went by in slow motion for Max. Daniel mentioned a couple of times that you had anxiety. He'd mentioned that you are a people pleaser. You just wanted everyone to smile.

He hadn't realized how much damage his statement had done at the time. The guilt is now settling into the pit of his stomach.

He had someone else following him around. Definitely not as nice as you. He knew he'd fallen for you but couldn't admit it to himself. He needed to make this right. He didn't care if you hated him forever, but he wasn't going to let you think he hated you any longer.

Finally he was able to escape the cameras and locate Daniel. "I need your help."

You had spent your time in the hotel watching the race under your blankets and calming yourself down. You wouldn't lie that you genuinely liked Max. He started as an aquintance, but then you picked up on any grain he would give you. Any story he would tell to fill the silence. You wanted him to enjoy your presence as much as you enjoyed his. You knew you couldn't force it, but it wasn't going to stop you from at least being nice. Had you pushed it too far anyway?

Daniel knew about your crush. He said he saw that way you would listen to his long wonded explanations with patience and understanding and new only someone who loved him could manage that.

However, Daniel had also given you a false sense of hope. The Australian said that he saw how Max wanted to make you laugh. How he followed every PR obligation so you could keep your job. He wanted you around, too.

The tears started rolling again at the thought.

It's evening now. You hadn't eaten since this morning, but your stomach had no intention of letting you nourish yourself. Your anxiety over needing to make everyone happy getting the best of you. You hadn't had a panic attack like that in awhile. Even going as far as to dry heave because of the intensity.

You were exhausted, to say the least.

You wanted to sleep, but Daniel had texted, saying he didn't care if you wanted it or not, he is on route to bring you comfort food.

You did your best to make yourself look presentable. Though when you looked in the mirror, you definitely didn't look happy.

The inevitable knock came. You didn't hesitate to swing open the door, ready to be greeted by a cheeky smile.

What you got was a Dutch with a sheepish smile holding your favorite food and some flowers.

"Before you say anything, please let me explain." He rushed out. He needed to, though, since you were trying to close the door on him. Instead, you pause, considering his offer, and let him inside without a word.

He steps in the door. Finally taking in your appearance and the state of your room. Both are in dissaray. You sit on the edge of the bed and patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts.

You'd always been patient with him. Another reason he loved you.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

You didn't want to believe him, but there was a genuine look behind his blue eyes. You don't say anything. Opting to just listen to him instead.

"I know I fucked up." Max continues. His voice shaking more than you'd ever heard. "And I know you may never forgive me for what I've done to you. But I am truly in love with you." He stares at the floor. Anxiety making him cast his eyes to the floor.

You are shocked, rendered completely speechless at the confession. "Why?" Wat the only thing you could get out.

Max sets down what he is holding and finds the spot next to you on the bed. "I know I treated you poorly. I thought that in pushing you away, I would protect myself. But I fell for you anyway."

He inhales sharply. Staring at your glassy eyes. How were you so calm? He felt exposed and vulnerable. "You don't have to talk to me ever again. But I couldn't let you go without telling you I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper. His head snaps up in surprise. Is he hearing things? "I have for a while."

Nope, he definitely heard right. He watches your lips twist upward into a small smile and let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I know it'll take time, but please stick around. Let me show you hard I've fallen."

"It dosen't excuse how you treated me, but I'll give you a chance."

(AN: You can end here if you're not in the mood for spicy things or want to leave it at cute and fluffy... or not. Your choice )

The proximity between you two is so close now. Your foreheads practically touching.

Giving into the intense pull towards you, Max gives in and places his lips on yours. You taste sweet, exactly how he'd imagined. He could already tell he was going to become addicted. "Can I start tonight?" He might be pushing boundaries, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least ask.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you again when you gently nodded your head, yes. Giving him permission to continue for now.

This kiss was much more heated. Both of you hungry to act on all the pent-up emotions you had for each other.

You had one or two partners before Max. You know how to please. So immediately you moved to straddle him. Your inate need to put others first taking over.

It shocked you when Max pulled you off. Suddenly not knowing what to do with yourself. "Tonight is about you." He whispered in your ear. Planting kisses on your jaw as he lays you on the bed. "I'm going to show you how I've fallen for you." Kiss to your nose. "How much I love you." Kiss you your forehead. "And how much I need you." Puncuated by a slow sensual Kiss to your lips.

His lips move against yours with passion and lust. You open your mouth to give him access to your mouth, and he instantly begins exploring.

His hands gently caress the insides of your thighs and run up along your sides. Pulling your shirt up little bits at a time.

Your hand find themselves underneath his shirt. Your fingers are trying to memorize the feeling of his skin.

Max pulls away for you, panting heavily. "Can I take off some of your clothes?" He asks. His voice laced with new found confidence.

You'd never been treated like this. Often take advantage of because you are a giver. You gave constent sure, but this is a whole new level. You nod your head yes again, though looking skeptical.

Max picking up on this stops everything he's doing. "Are you ok? Your face is telling me something different."

"Yes, sorry, this is just a little new to me." You explain.

The shock hits Max once again. "Are you a virgin?!" His mind reeling that he was possibly going to take your virginity and he wouldn't have known.

He's more confused when you start laughing. "No, no! It's just that nobody has treated me so well before!"

"Oh, well if that's the case." A smirk finds its way onto his face as he straps you your shirt, then his. Then he takes your pants, your bra, and finally pauses. Laying kisses to every party of your body.

"I wish I hadn't closed myself off for so long. You're so beautiful. I've wanted you to myself like this for so long."

You pratically moan at his words. "Are you going to finish undressing?"

"What do you not get about me taking care of you." He places a finger over your lips to shush you. You sigh and comply. Letting him take control of the rhythm.

Max is over the top of you. Inching his way down. Sucking and leaving little marks as he goes.

He makes a pit stop at your chest. Gently taking your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. His tongue then finds the other one. Swirling it around, then sucking. Listening to you whimper beneath him.

"Do you like that lovely?" The cockiness in his voice not going unnoticed.

He trades sides with his hand and mouth. Trying to give equal attention to both your tits. His free hand now placed firmly on your hip to keep you still.

When he felt he'd given ample attention in one area, he made his way down lower. He stopped at your still clothed lower half. "Can I take these off you now?"

"If you don't I might cry."

Max has them off seconds layer. Now discarded with the rest of your clothes.

His gaze burns into you. His breathing erratic just looking at you. "Your are the most gorgeous thing on the planet."

You swallow hard as he finds a comfortable position. His head now in-between you thighs.

His finger gently rubs where you need him, and he places love bites to the insides of your thighs. "Glad to know I'm doing good so far." He smiles. His fingers are now coated in your slick substance.

You whimper again. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

He licks the finger that was previously touching you. Savoring every bit of the tast he can. "Exactly like how I dreamed."

It was your turn to chuckle now. "You dreamed of me?"

"Almost every night. I got off in the morning to the memory."

You want to dwell on his dirty confession, but Max's tongue doesn't let you.

It doesn't take him long to have you writhing. His tounge unrelenting.

His fingers find their way inside of you. The act alone almost sends you off the edge. Instincts take over as you find yourself closer to utter bliss. Your arms struggle to push max away. His arms hooked under your thighs to hold you close keep you from doing so.

Your back arches as you release. Max is slowly coming to a stop as your ride out your high.

Both of you are breathing heavily. Max's fingers are still caressing your hips as you both catch your breath.

Realization hits you. "Don't you need something too?" You ask, voice laced with anxiety over not pleasing him also.

Max only smirks, laying his head against your leg. "I fine, don't you worry. Tonight, we cuddle, and tomorrow I take you for round two."

And that's exactly what you did. Max helped clean you up and put on your pajamas. Then you two curled up in bed together. Him telling you everything he had been wanting to since he laid eyes on you.

You know this road worh Max certainly wouldn't be easy. But you're patient, and you'll wait for him. As long as he needs to let himself fully tear down his walls.

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s theme is "total AUs" (meaning the "a completely different setting from canon" types of AU, specifically), because an anon asked me about "the alchemist's disappointment" and I decided that was a good idea. ❤️ Also I want more creechur!Kon anyway so it all works out, because like . . . literally all of these are technically a version of creechur!Kon, lol. Any other characters' related creechur-ness varies.

BE THE CHANGE U WANT TO SEE IN THE FANDOM, KIDS

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but please send them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tags smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

the alchemist's disappointment (( chrono || non-chrono ))

merfam drama (( chrono || non-chrono ))

selkie Kon (( chrono || non-chrono ))

stray cat strut (( chrono || non-chrono ))

[ MYSTERY BOX CREECHUR ] (( no WIP tag yet ))

snippet from “the alchemist's disappointment”:

“That . . . bastard,” the shining man says tightly. The disappointment doesn’t flinch. Flinching makes it worse. 

It isn’t allowed to flinch any more than it’s allowed to talk or look or think of itself as anything but a disappointment. 

The shining man looks away. The disappointment’s stomach twists with nausea. It doesn’t know why. It just feels like that, when no one will look at it. 

But it’s a disappointment, so it’s not allowed to feel things. 

"We'll need to . . . dispose of it, Kal. We can't leave a body like this lying around," the dark man says lowly, and the nausea in the disappointment's gut worsens into pain. 

Oh. It . . . oh. 

It . . . it thought . . . it thought its master wasn't done with it yet. It thought . . . it thought it had a little longer, still. 

It thought it might get to see the sun at least once more.

[thegamingcatmom]

Guess who? Spoiler: me, its me and I come with a question(s) bc it is 3am and my mind can't shut up (:

So I think this was mentioned previously in another ask or post but I don't remember if it went much into detail. My question is about mates and separation. It is said (dont remember if canon said something about it) that vampires have a hard time being away from their mates and I would like to go deeper into this, know your thoughts on the matter.

Like, how bad it is? How long can they stay away from their mate? Is it minutes, hours, days? Is it painful, like physically? What do they feel, like I think despair, anxiety? Are there vampires who have a better time than others?

And finally how each sister individually is regarding this 'separation' situation? How clingy are they, if they are that is? How do they handle it? Do they call a lot? Text? (They know what phones are right? Ancient creatures they are :p)

Thanks as always for the answers❤️ (this is so long and i probs forgot something but i cant think so im gonna try to sleep xD)

Hiii! <3

Totally relatable! 3am has, unfortunately, become the time my brain works on overdrive as well. Which means I usually have to quit when I feel like I'm making actual progress, because I do need to sleep at some point. 😭

Right so, I think vampires defo have a hard time being away from their mates. I don't think it's actual pain in the sense of being "physical," but I reckon it very much feels like that for them.

I also think that, just like us humans, they have different ways of dealing with that pain. Some seek the company of their other coven members, some prefer to be alone, some (try to) play it cool and don't let anything show, and so on.

With that said, how long they´re able to stay away also varies and depends on multiple factors, I´d say. It´s not just their own personality and their way of dealing with things that plays into it, but also the cause of the separation. I think the latter plays a rather big part, actually. Like, if it´s for a "good" cause then it might be a lot easier for them to endure, I imagine.

...Y´know, this kinda reminds me of Carmen and El and the things I have planned for them in The Sisters, because separation might actually become a recurring theme for them (we see a snippet of that in the upcoming chapter.) I haven´t quite decided yet how far I wanna take it, but your ask kinda makes me wanna explore how Carmen might cope with a possible long-term separation. 💔🥺

As for what they´re feeling when separated from their mate:

JOKES ASIDE THOUGH-

Truly mated/bonded vampires (thinking of James and Victoria here cause I have my doubts about those two) are like fitting puzzle pieces, shaped to align perfectly with the other. If one breaks away, you won´t have a complete picture. Other puzzle pieces might fit with some force, but it will always result in a crooked picture because it´s just not meant to be.

With that said:

I think it´s agony. Like a part of you is missing. A big part. Like, half your body, to be precise.

As for the sisters:

(yes, they do know what phones are, lmao)

(...valid question though)

Tanya would probably cope best. Or, well, she´d be the most convincing at pretending she´s alright. She´s a leader and, in my head, that´s like its "own" personality. If the situation calls for it, a switch is flipped in her head - topdog leader mode activated.

Ofc, the separation from her mate is more of a personal challenge and probably her biggest one yet. Also because it´s one she´s never had to face before meeting MC. But I still think she would handle it a lot better than her sisters...at least on the outside. Like I said, it´s like a switch being flipped, a "mental shield," if you will. She will put on a brave face, act like nothing´s out of the ordinary. She will do her damn best to function, because that´s what she always does in times of hardship. It´s what leaders do.

It might not be the healthiest way to cope with things, but it´s what she knows and feels comfortable with.

…Besides, you can bet your ass there´ll be at least 50 calls, 30 FaceTimes, and 250 messages per day.

A good leader always stays on top of things.

Kate is a lot softer than she lets on, so I think she´d actually struggle the most with being separated from her mate. She would probs try and avoid her family for the most part. As a former warrior, the last thing she wants is to be seen as "weak." Like with Tanya, it´s not the healthiest way to cope with it, but there´s still this thinking that feelings get you killed on the battlefield, y´know? There´s just some things and habits we can´t shake, no matter how hard we try. Kate being reluctant to show any kind of "weakness" in front of others is one such habit. She´s gotten a lot better at allowing and showing those feelings since meeting MC for sure, but when MC´s gone? I imagine she´d be quick to fall back into that spiral.

So yeah, you´ll probs find her in the woods, sparring with the trees or smt to get her mind off things, to distract herself from the immense distress she´s feeling over her mate being gone.

As for contacting her mate:

Hm...I´m actually torn on that one. On one hand, you have the battle-hardened warrior who refuses to show feelings. On the other hand, you have the moonstruck sap who turns into mush the moment her mate is involved in any shape or form.

With that said:

Kate would struggle with exactly that, lol. Like, it´s a constant inner battle between who she was and who she has become since meeting MC. So I can imagine her sitting somewhere, glaring at her phone, doing her best to keep herself from typing in those damn numbers or writing out that stupid message because warriors don´t show "weakness."

...She caves, eventually. And both she and MC are damn glad she did, that lovable dork.

Irina would cope better than Kate, but her struggles would still be more obvious because she doesn´t usually hide her feelings like Kate does. On the contrary, she pretty much wears her heart on her sleeve, which is also why she´s the only one (out of the sisters) who feels 100% comfortable with confiding in others about how she feels. She usually goes to Carmen when she seeks comfort or guidance, like pretty much everyone else in the coven, lol. So, when it comes to dealing with that pain, I´d say Irina defo has the healthiest way of doing it.

She also has the healthiest call/message count btw, lmao. She´s not as overbearing as Tanya (nobody is, lel), and also not as stone-faced as Kate. She gives a quick call or leaves a heartfelt message here and there, just checking in, y´know? Sometimes they´re short and sweet, other times they´re literal novels in which she proclaims her undying love over and over and over and over and over and-

...I mean, there are times where she just...she gets carried away a bit, which usually ends with her dropping everything to go and seek out her mate.

...Her mate, who went to the supermarket for a quick errand.

I mean, listen-

In the end, I think it all comes down to why the sisters have been separated from MC. They´ll probs cope a lot better if they know the separation is short-lived.

...Or maybe not, lol. *points to Irina*

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Thanks a lot for your ask! Always stoked when those pop up in my inbox. 💋

#keepthethirstalive #keepthedenalisalive

[belovedstill]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!

hoot, hi!!!! thank you, those are many many hearts! i'm immediately thinking of the three next parts of "the new fan" aka the fic inspired by your precious art pieces. for many hearts, i'll try to ramble about a couple of things c:

i'm having so much fun making binghe be shen qingqiu's little dressing assistant, helping him coordinate his outfits and accessories, from the guan on his head to the boots on his feet, picking his fans for him and all! there's one specific fan binghe seems to favour (i wonder which one~) and shen qingqiu finds it cute and humors him every time. this part is still in shen qingqiu's pov but ahhh my fingers itch so much to write binghe's thoughts during these scenes! it has this snippet i'm amused by (i find shen qingqiu both relatable in it, and not):

The original Shen Qingqiu had to be a magpie! Decision fatigue, have you ever heard of it? Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want that many options, please and thank you! Overwhelmed with the number of fans and hair guans and ribbons, he grabs one of each at random, then turns to the bronze mirror to actually put them on— —only to freeze when he spots Luo Binghe standing in the doorway, fingers anxiously curled on the broom handle.

(more under the cut because this got longish 😌)

send me a ❤️️ for a wip-related ramble

parts 3 and 4 are in binghe's pov! i'm very happy of this decision because these come post-abyss. seeing shen qingqiu through luo binghe's eyes is something... and getting to write his thoughts being all over the place, full of memories and nostalgia and bittersweetness? so. good. it's in part 3, when binghe sees shen qingqiu again, that he realises he's no longer allowed any of the indulgence from his younger years 😭

Shen Qingqiu’s standing there, not as untouched by mortal affairs anymore. There’s dirt and dust and stench all around him, and Binghe spies some unevenness in his robes and in his hair. His fingers itch to smooth it out. He tightens his hand into a fist to stop the trembling.

part 4 may or may not be set post-canon 😌 it's not written yet, though

...and as a bonus i'll add one thing that's implied in the already posted first part but i'm not sure if people picked up on it. so shen qingqiu buys a jade pendant for binghe and binghe is very "!!!!!!!!" about it, right? poor overwhelmed thing, so happy and almost unable to believe that this is really happening, he's barely able to speak! but it's not just because shen qingqiu bought a gift for him and only him.

he bought him a jade pendant! or rather, he bought a jade pendant for binghe! right after the merchant advertised it to shen qingqiu as "(...) a jade pendant to gift to his beloved". shizun heard this, and among all the wares, he picked that pendant, and even put it around binghe's neck himself 😌

this won't cause any feelings to further blossom in binghe's heart, i'm sure... haha unlss...

[ghostoffuturespast]

hey ghostie i was gna get specific for the ask game but I wanna know *all* of it now, the acronyms, the full names, all of em! are they for cyberpunk or other fandoms? no matter how much there is to know, i wanna know! talking about an idea helps a lot, i speak from experience! thanks for the mention, ill get on the wip game soon, too! ❤️

WIP Game Here

Thank you for the ask! I appreciate it :) They are all Cyberpunk 2077 things lol. I’ve largely been a lurker in other fandoms until this one, and this is the first one that finally compelled me to make stuff and that I’ve had the bravery to share. Don’t have many snippets at the moment, all of what I have so far is already out there. Since you asked for all of them though, I shall dish and give you a bit of a peak behind the curtain on how all this got started…

(I’m sorry, this got very rambly.)

And def tag me when you do yours! I will come find you and your wips! 🧡

SIG - So It Goes

(The title is based off the radio song from the game that you can listen to on Morro Rock. Never officially released and credited to the fictional band Fingers and the Outlaws in the game. Officially sung by Ryan Kattner, the front singer of the band Man Man.)

SIG is my current V/River conspiracy theory long fic that I’m working on, and the project is coming up on its two year anniversary. It’s also my first fic. I’m hoping to wrap it up this spring so I can move on to other creative endeavors. There are a lot of art projects, fandom and non-fandom related, that I’ve held off on because of this and I miss those hobbies. I also feel like I’ve been missing out a lot in the writing corner of the fandom too because a lot of new writers have popped up on the scene since I started (back when there was still a monopoly on the tag, but that’s a different story) and everyone else seems to be having fun reading everyone else’s fics, except me… Reading’s complicated for me right now. Writing this had a lot of ups and downs, but overall I’ve loved telling this story, learned a lot, and I’m really proud of it!

I think most people get into fic writing for the ships, the romance, the smut, the processing of internalized trauma, a more satisfactory ending, weird niche interests… And don’t get me wrong there’s a lot of appeal with all that, and definitely those aspects in my own work. But this whole thing got started because of conspiracy theories. I fucking love mysteries and puzzles, so after playing the sun ending and then I spotting Mr. Blue Eyes on the balcony during the conclusion of Dream On, I just about lost my damn mind. I went down the rabbit hole, spent hours reading shards and messages in the game, combed reddit theory posts, and started picking up on all the hints and foreshadowing of something larger looming throughout the game.

I initially didn’t have any answers when I made the decision to start this fic (fuck, high probability I still don’t), it was largely me brainstorming and trying to figure out what kind of story I wanted to write. Seeing if I could even piece things together. But in the process of thinking all that through, I came up with this little theory. I thought it was pretty mind blowing at the time (still think it is) but it’s been my little secret since I got here and I’m very anxious to finally share it.

Most people probably would have just written a theory post and been done with it, but I decided to turn mine into a fan fic lol. Which may or not have been a mistake, we’ll see. This is either gonna be game changing or everyone is going to think it’s dumb and I’m gonna be wearing a dunce cap for the next fifty years.

River Ward. The other half of my reason for writing this fic. I actually wasn’t sure if I liked him at first, it took me a while to warm up to him. But the more I got to know him, the more I started to like him. The more he grew on me. He got hotter over time. Plus, I’ve got a fondness for detective characters and unusual coats, so I should’ve seen it coming.

River’s gotten a lot of flak from this fandom. People claim he’s boring. He’s a cop, so acab. Being unemployed and living in a trailer park with your sister, niece, and nephews isn’t a particularly redeeming quality. I don’t agree with most of those statements, but I do agree with the folks who do appreciate his character, that in terms of development, he absolutely got shafted in the game. This fic is also an attempt to rectify that.

For as underdeveloped as his story arc was, there’s a lot of nuance to his character that I think gets glossed over by the game and most people. We didn’t get much, but out of what we did get, it’s been interesting trying to piece a story together that’s in line with what we got. And I did mention earlier that I like puzzles.

I’ve noticed that a lot of folks tend to lean very hard into the cop aspect of his character, but as far as I’m concerned, River Ward doesn’t give a shit about the law. Conducting an off the record investigation, intimidating a confidential informant, illegally obtaining evidence, breaking into a restricted lab, committing arson for your ex so she can pass a medical exam, conducting another investigation after being suspended; those are not the actions of a man who holds the letter of the law above all else. Those are the actions of man who is determined to get to the bottom of things, and protect people, all while navigating a system that is anything but equitable or fair. They are the actions of a man who is willing to go above and beyond for the people he cares about, even to his own detriment. His own safety. For River Ward, it was never about the law, it’s about justice. And pursuing that sometimes involves breaking the rules.

River is also Pomo. Which is something that was only added in subsequent patches, heavily glossed over in the game, and is only disclosed if you choose to actually romance him. But he’s Indigenous. Native American. And yet he still made a conscious decision to join the NCPD. Given the historical participation by law enforcement and government institutions in North America, and around the world, in the cultural erasure and mass genocide of entire nations, tribes, and communities of people. And given the current state of issues regarding law and judicial enforcement on tribal lands, I think River's character is a rather poignant reflection. Of wanting to good, of wanting the world to be better, but being confined in systems that simply won't allow that. There's a billion other little details I could ramble on about, but his character had the capacity to walk a very fine line of complexities which the game never really did justice to.

Diversity and representation in media are important to me, and I want this fic to reflect that. Being bi-racial, I didn’t get very much of it growing up, so if I can provide representation, even in some small capacity, I think it’s better than nothing. And while I don’t know if I’m achieving that, well, shit if I’m not trying.

I wouldn’t say this story was really meant to be original, but rather to fill in the gaps on the story we got and for me to practice writing. Practice telling a story. CP2077 is a violent game set in a violent world. And I somehow managed to start writing a story that accidentally ended up being a love letter to aikido. (Much to my chagrin. It’s everywhere. In everything. I cannot escape it.) Aikido is a martial art that translates “to the way of peace” or “the path of harmony.” Yet again, another study in dichotomies. How can a martial art, an art form designed to inflict violence, be peaceful? Aikido is as much of a martial art as it is a philosophy. We train to practice and learn that philosophy.

One of the major themes I’m exploring in this fic series is the nature of violence. What it is, the forms it takes, how cyclical it is, that it is a relationship - violence requires your participation. So the question ends up being: how do you break cycles of violence when you live in a world where you are beholden to it? V and River are very much two characters that are caught up in cycles of violence. Will they find peace? I don’t know, but maybe they can find out together.

From The Top

(This one isn’t named after a song. I just decided to start from the beginning.)

From The Top is the VP project I started up last spring where I’ve been taking storyboard style photos of all the main missions. Plus whatever else I feel like. I take all of my photos on PS5 in vanilla photomode and randomly started snapping pictures just because. I did landscape photos, shared a few. Got a bit of nice feedback from people who cared to look and then started branching out. I eventually got to the point where I started a new playthrough for the sole purpose of snapping photos.

Taking VP is very different from writing for me. I don’t have to think about. I don’t agonize about making sure every tiny detail is just right, because for the most part I don’t have very much control It’s candid, intuitive, experimental, it’s straight up play. I simply wait for opportunities to present themselves and capture whatever I think looks or feels interesting to me. It’s easy for me to walk away from it if it doesn’t do well when I post. Unlike my writing, there’s no ego attached to it.

I’m getting to the tail end of this project, I still have a couple of the base game missions to get through, but I’d also like to do Phantom Liberty as well. Not sure what my VP career is going to look like after this, might go into soft retirement. But that’s okay.

NR - Night Running

(Named after Night Running by Cage the Elephant)

Is a sleeper wip that’s currently in the notes, brainstorming, and kitchen drawer phase. It’s part 2 of my Nothing Comes Before Night City series. So It Goes is part 1.

It takes a long time for me to mull over and ruminate on ideas, so this document is largely just a repository for notes and thoughts. Jamming the utensils in the drawer until I’m ready to organize them. I have a very broad idea of what I’d like to happen in this fic, key moments I’d like to hit, but there’s still a lot of refinement that needs to happen, and stories this involved require me outlining. I do already have a running set list of songs to draw from though.

Les Preludes

(Named after Les Preludes by Franz Liszt)

Another sleeper wip, also in the brainstorming phase. These are meant to be one-shots or short stories from the Nothing Comes Before Night City series. Moments I mentioned in the series, but can’t fit into the larger story. Character studies and background lore from V, River, Johnny, Jackie, a couple of OCs and whatever else I can think of.

I will probably start casually working on these after I finish SIG and while I’m outlining NR. I’d like the series to go in chronological order. Should be fun. And I think it’ll be good practice for being more concise. Unlike, this response...

If you stuck around for this TedTalk and made it all the way to the end, thank you! 👻

[hacked-by-jake]

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤/𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚

Pairing: Jake x MC [no pronouns / MC is smaller than Jake], The Group.

Genre: Fluff/Humor/ a bit Jake x MC tension (?) (yea it's a genre now)

Words: 588

Warnings: None

A/n: Okay, this was actually meant to be a part of a multi-part fanfiction, how it would be if Jake and MC were also in the house. But multi-part and I, maybe you know, I just can’t get it done, so I don’t know if I will ever write it. Anyway, I like this part and I wanted to post it, so call it scenario, imagine or drabble, I don’t know, it’s just a small snippet. I hope you will like it anyway. Please excuse any mistakes. ❤️

With arms crossed in front of your chest, you lean standing against the kitchen counter, waiting for everyone to sit down at the table so you can start your meeting.

Again and again you look at the stairs and to check if Jake finally comes down, but so far nothing of him is to be seen.

"Wait Dan, I’ll help you," Cleo mumbles as she sees Dan sitting in the wheelchair trying to pull the heavy kitchen chair away to take it's place.

You make a painful grimace as the hobby baker pulls the chair over the light wooden floor and a squeak sounds which could burst your eardrum.

Immediately the brown-haired also gets criticism thrown against the head by the other group members and a confused shouting begins.

"Hello, can you all please be quiet?" you call out loudly in between: "That's not helpful at all and besides, we don’t have time for it, we have to start the meeting!"

"Hacker man is not even here yet," Dan complains immediately, which is why you roll your eyes: "Yes, but... -"

The bearded interrupts you by repeating your words and taking the same pose as you. The arms crossed in front of the chest and rolling his eyes: "Yes but- Yes, but, he is pretty! And such a great guy. And he has a lot to do and has to sit at his computer and work. Besides, I’m totally addicted to him, so he can do anything he wants."

Immediately you want to defend yourself against his words to make him, or rather yourself, realize that this is not true at all, but someone else answers faster than you.

"Thank you, Dan, I’m honored." Jake’s voice can be heard to your right, so you turn your head to him with big eyes.

As always dressed in full black, he stands in the door. His gaze is monotonous and doesn’t reveal many emotions, but you can see how the right corner of his mouth slightly wants to twitch up to mimic a little smile.

Immediately all other voices fall silent and an unpleasant quietness spreads over you.

You bite your lower lip and quickly look on the floor so as not to burst into resounding laughter until Jake’s calm voice turns to you and makes you look at him again.

"Please excuse my delay, I had to investigate something important."

"Is everything okay?" you ask, immediately concerned it could be related to his pursuers.

"Yes, it is, there's nothing to worry about." he assures and approaches you.

You turn to grab the coffee cup that’s standing behind you on the counter: "I made us a coffee before we start," you explain to him before handing him the black cup.

A light smile runs over his lips as he stops pretty close to you and looks deep into your eyes.

You have to bend your head back a little to still be able to look at him too.

"Thank you, MC" he breathes softly and reaches for the cup.

His hands touch yours and immediately your heart threatens to explode.

Your eyes are caught by his and you feel hypnotized by his smell.

Your hands are still touching as he slowly takes the cup out of your hands and looks down at the floor until he finally moves away but then also leans fairly close to you against the kitchen counter.

You shake your head to fully return to reality.

Jake clears his throat, then opens the meeting: "All right. Let us begin."

[melis-writes]

To all my lovely followers, readers and mutuals, 💓 I just wanted to put out there the following because I've begun to notice a bit of a pattern in my ask box and I need to set some boundaries here. 😅

I'm just a humble writing wizard with an insatiable Godfather hyperfixation so when it comes to asks, I will not be answering the following kinds:

Asks about anything political/government related. I have zero care for politics as a topic and it's a very messy to get into. I can't help/provide advice on why/how others perceive your political views and I have zero interest in talking about politicians. That includes thirsting over politicians (Canadian PM is fine lol).

Deeply personal asks and rants. I'm sorry, but I can't help anyone or their friends with their life issues, marriages, faith-related issues and family problems even if you think I may have some knowledge or can relate to it.

Hateful asks. Some asks I have answered because there's a lot more than a snippet of hate to unpack and give my opinion on, but solely hateful asks (you know the drill; slurs, death threats, violence, etc) towards anyone/anything isn't tolerated whatsoever.

Submissions/requests on things outside my scope of comfort. My pinned post has a lot of information about my fics, writing style, etc. Highlighted at the top is a link to my "Fic and Prompt Requests Info" page. Here you'll find a post of things I do and don't write for. It would be impossible or me to list every single thing ever in the world that I would not be comfortable with writing so even if it's not on that list, please don't take it personally if I don't answer/post your submission/request ask. It may have a kink or context that I am uncomfortable writing and posting. I will not share/post it regardless to "inspire" others because it's an ask I'm uncomfortable with in the first place.

Requests when requests are closed. I have had fics/oneshot requests closed for 2 years now because I'm in my multi-chapter fic era. There's just no way with my personal life, other hobbies and full time work that I can balance writing every oneshot requested and my own fics at the same time. Please respect this. It is written on my pinned page and mentioned several times throughout various pages and posts on my blog. While I do take prompt requests actively (these are snippets of writing answered in an ask, not a full out oneshot which is completely different), I'm not actively writing them at the moment because I want to focus on my multi-chapter fics for the forseeable future. Any requests I do receive will either be answered with that I don't take requests and thanking you for it, I will not answer most. It's starting to become very tiring to repeat this: I am not accepting requests at this time.

Thank you for understanding. ❤️

[ladyramora]

Author Interview

Tagged by @eemamminy-art

Putting a read more because this baby is looong....

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 72! It would be more if I posted all of my Tumblr snippets separately lol

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

467,534 words.

A decent bit, I think. Though I started writing again in 2015, so maybe it's not much? It's not everything I've written on Tumblr, either.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I used to write for FF11 & Inu Yasha, plus Inu Yasha & Yuyu Hakusho crossover fic. I never deleted my fanfic dot net account, but it is all super old now. Nobody go looking for it! I may one day rewrite some of those old fic, but confronting my teenage writing skills is a bit much for me right now lmao.

My Ao3 is all FFXIV at this point, but that is subject to change! I have a c0mmission from Divinity: Original Sin 2 I'm currently working on! (Ifan. He's such an interesting, handsome guy. I'm having fun writing him~ ❤️)

I am interested in writing for other fandoms! For instance, Nu Carnival that is currently one of my favorite games, and possibly BG3? But I only know of it, haven't played it, I'll have to do research to write for it.

I just need to work through my current queue first!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm gonna go by actual chaptered fic, not just my collections of Tumblr snippets.

• Drowning in Blue:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4679429/chapters/10680896

Kudo count: 460 ❤️

Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert).

Summary: The Warrior of Light is granted a wish from Hydaelyn after being gravely wounded in the fight with the Ascians.

I have a lot of love for this one, however I would like to go back & edit it to make it more friendly to nonbinary & they/them readers. I do enjoy the writing style I have in this one. I do remember writing chapter after chapter of this one, day after day. A lot of passion there.

• In plain sight:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4333374/chapters/9826917

Kudo count: 385 ❤️

Yet another Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert).

Summary: The Warrior of Light has fled from Ul'dah to take refuge in Camp Dragonhead after being accused of treason. Though dark times have forced them there, it is in Camp Dragonhead that potentially disastrous shenanigans ensue. Much Fluff with attempts at humor. Haurchefant x WoL. Tataru and Alphinaud friendships.

This one! The fic where I created Ger! Another one I would like to edit to make more friendly to non-binary & they/them readers. I'd also like to update Ger's characterization, because she's an entirely different character now! But I really enjoyed writing this fic. It was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed exploring Haurchefant's character & building up the relationship between him and WoL. I had a sequel planned & everything. I'd still like to write that sequel eventually. I have a draft on my computer for it lol.

•Switching Roles:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9899933

Kudo count: 266 ❤️

Summary: Estinien lies in wait for Aymeric. This is also porn. Can be stand alone, but more like a sequel to Sweet like birch syrup.

Estinien and Aymeric were my first foray into writing smut, not just fading to black or ending at the buildup & making people ask in my comments "that's it? where's the rest of it?"

Oh, how far we have come since then! I used to say I was strictly a fluff/romance writer with occasional angst. Now look at me. 95% pure, explicit smut!

•Peculiarity:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36427720/chapters/90829135

Kudo count: 244 ❤️

Hermes/Warrior of Light (reader insert?) from Hermes POV.

I won't post the summary because it's kinda sorta Endwalker Spoilers! Sorry!

I will say that this fic is my current baby. I love Hermes sooo much. I relate to him a lot. It makes me very sad that so many people in fandom seem to hate him. My poor, misguided little meow meow.

Yet another character I ship with Ram, in theory, but as of yet not in written practice. Just vibes, just brainwyrms doing loops in the old noggin.

•The Cats Meow:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4508475/chapters/10253364

Kudo count: 243 ❤️

Haurchefant/Miqo'te WoL (reader insert)

Summary: Haurchefant notices the cat-like qualities in the Miqo'te!WoL. Attempts at humor and fluff.

Ok, this one is just silly fluff. Much romance. Very cute. Meow. This was around the time I was still playing my miqo'te, before I left her standing by Haurchefant's desk before level 57.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Eyes Ever Heavensward

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29054034

Kudo count: 33 ❤️

Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert)

Summary:

The one where Haurchefant is a member of the Heavensward, and WoL is storming The Vault. Angst. Feels. Unhappy Ending.

Ok, I probably have a few angsty ones but this one made me cry while I was writing it. I think it's just angstier because of what WoL is forced, with no other choice, to do in the fic.

:( ͡° ᴥ ͡°)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have so many that end on positive/happy endings. I can't really say what is the happiest. Maybe fix-it fics?

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not so much on fic. I have gotten some mean/malicious anons on Tumblr, but not since my fanfiction dot net days have I gotten "flames" or somebody sending me a link to my fic being posted on "gaff" (god awful fanfiction). That was really mean lmao.

I just end up deleting hateful comments, anons, etc. Who wants to waste time on that?

Attacking or harassing real people over fiction is utterly ridiculous and I will never condone that.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Hello, so much smut!

I can write super explicit stuff that is really raunchy, or more flowery/romantic types. Fun, silly, sweet. Darker themes. I'm pretty flexible when it comes to writing smut.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I have. Probably RP? The other crossovers I've done are nowhere near as crazy as things can get in RP.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of??

It's harder to pinpoint with writing, I think. People can have similar ideas, plots, or just enjoy similar tropes.

Unless someone is copying your work word for word, lifting scenes, or using it for A/I... (A/I images & text are theft. We want A/I to help people, not to replace human creativity with regurgitated trash that has no human soul.)

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I had someone ask at one point but it was some time ago. I don't even remember what fic it was.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Does RP count?

Brainstorming, bouncing ideas off one another. Or even just doing prompts & requests... I think that counts as creating together, if not actually "co-writing".

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

I have so many!!!

For FFXIV in particular, it's probably still tied between Haurchefant/WoL and Zenos/WoL at the top. Ships with Ysayle or Foulques!! Ships with NPCs that are job class or side characters.

I am really fond of Emet/WoL, too. Tbh, any Scion ship or Ascian ship.

I love them all...

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Don't call me out like this 😔

I want to finish so many...

Ones that I feel I have to edit to add to them, maybe? I just don't have the free time to do so right now.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Hmm. Research and dedication to accurate characterization??

Dialogue, I think, because I enjoy it very much, but that could also be marked in weaknesses because I struggle with certain characters. (Smart characters. Characters like Urianger who have a particular way of speaking, etc, etc.)

Setting the scene. Word counts go crazy with that.

Descriptive writing and character introspection. I can dive deep into that.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely perfectionism. I'm never satisfied. I want every fic I write to be a home cooked meal. Michelin star.

Also run on sentences and my love affair with commas, em dashes, and semicolons.

Keeping the tenses consistent.

World building.

Overworking. (Set word count? What's that? What if 3k fic became a 6k fic became a 9k fic. Oops.)

Having time/energy to write. That's a big one. 🥲

I'm a caretaker for my disabled sister, the designated chef of my household, and just constantly busy every day. I try to squeeze in writing where I can, but some days I'm just so tired and drained that I have basically nothing to spare for my creative pursuits. It's a definite struggle to work through that.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like to read it! It's especially fun if it's a fantasy language like vulcan or elvish.

Unfortunately, I only speak English, and even writing in my first language can be difficult. I don't know any other languages well enough to even attempt writing in them.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Inu Yasha, DBZ, FF11. All when I was a teenager.

Then I didn't write again for years and years. Started up again with FFXIV.

20. favourite fic you've written?

I have so many I love, I can't pick one favorite... I'll just list a few of my favorites right now!

XIVSapphicWeek Snippets

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45529894/chapters/114564367

Ram x Ysayle & RamLynn

(Lynn belongs to my RP partner, @/lynnslight )

I had an AyaGer one planned but I didn't end up writing more before the week ended. I'm still gonna use the prompts & add to it, eventually ❤️

....

•Peculiarity

(Yes, again. I'm posting it twice)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36427720/chapters/90829135

Hermes x WoL

Summary is !Endwalker Spoilers!

This is my current baby, I have the next chapter stewing. The start of the smut always has to be good, you know? The flavor has to be just right~

•A (Primal is a) Wish Your Heart Makes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29186616

Angst. Gerchefant? Primal Haurchefant. I have a WIP of the next chapter & it is angst and smut.

(You know what's funny? I've written/posted more Ger smut than Ram smut lmao! Sorry Ram. I love putting Ger in situations 😌❤️)

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Favorite series?

Amnesia Zenos, Villain Haurchefant, any Ascian fic (particularly fond of Attracting Ascians, I need to write more for that one.)

Amnesia Zenos

•Dancing In The Dark

Zenos x reader Insert WoL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868251/chapters/39610297

Summary: If Zenos had lost his memory, and WoL was the one to find him.

• Dancing In The Dark - With Two

Zenos x reader Insert WoL

Summary: One with Amnesia, the other without? Two Zenos? You can barely handle one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868563/chapters/39611086

Villain!Haurchefant

•Villains and Heroes

Summary: “Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.” Villain!Haurchefant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868086/chapters/39609883

•Attracting Ascians

Ascians x reader insert WoL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29053515/chapters/71312748

Summary: The Warrior of Light attracts Ascians like moths to light. Or the one where WoL Kisses Ascians instead of Killing them. (ARR. Early? Maybe. IDK, who cares about Canon, this is Fanfiction.)

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Special mention to my WiP fics I haven't posted yet except for some snippets like that Ram x Zenos smut, the dark themed/dubcon Fandaniel fics that I'm excited about.

Also the Nu Carnival & Obey Me! fic I started that I want to eventually sit down and properly write...

(I know. Fic that isn't FFXIV? Gasp.)

And of course, the comms!!

I really try to write every comm I get like I'm cooking a homemade meal for someone.

I made it for you. Take a fucking bite bro, I love you man. (Gender neutral uses of 'bro' & 'man', ofc. It's like saying 'dude' to me lol)

https://youtu.be/tkUSCNr0aDE?si=uDbsApgeOLU_SvMx

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Anyway, thanks for tagging me ❤️

If any of my followers would like to do this, I'm tagging you! 💕

[clatoera]

Domestic little careers I can’t. The sequel is even more amazing than I imagined it would be. If you are taking requests for things to be added into future chapters, I’d love to see snippets of Enobaria helping Cashmere through any post-trafficking trauma.

Domestic little careers ❤️ domestic little careers 🥹 domestic little careers🥰

Thank you SO much my love! This means so much to me because I was like 99.999% sure everyone was going to hate it :) so this means sooo much to me :)

I am ALWAYS taking requests and this is a good one, Idk where the cash/enobaria fans came from but welcome, please stick around. I actually had an idea related to them so I think I even know where I can fit that in already!! For sure!!

Thank you thank you my love!!!

[secretkeeper13]

Omgggg i love your outsider hinny pov fics!!! Please post another one of you are free pleaaseeee love youuuu

Awww thank you so much!! You’ve really made my night ❤️

Unfortunately, life has been getting in the way of writing these days. But here’s a little snippet of outsider POV Hinny that I recently wrote for my (still very much unfinished) WIP in my OC Craig Clarke series. I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it!

“We’re never going to pull this off,” Craig moaned quietly, putting his head into his hands, firmly convinced that the universe was (yet again) conspiring against him.

“Chin up, Craig,” said Mr. Potter, his tone sympathetic. “As a very wise person once told me,” he paused, giving a pointed look to Mrs. Potter, “anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.’”

Craig supposed that Mr. Potter meant that to be comforting, but it only made him feel worse— there was a reason he was sorted into Hufflepuff, after all, and it directly related to a lack of that particular attribute.

Mrs. Potter grinned, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. “I can’t believe you remembered that.” She shook her head, her smile growing wider as she looked up at her husband.

“Of course I remembered it. You’ve always had a way with words, Gin.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly paying me much attention back then, now were you?” Mrs. Potter teased, still smiling, her warm brown eyes twinkling in the bright morning light that filled the small room.

Mr. Potter raised his brows and shrugged, biting his lip as if to keep from laughing. “What can I say— I was a late bloomer.”

Mrs. Potter threw her head back and laughed. After a second, Mr. Potter dissolved into laughter as well.

Craig had no idea what was funny, or for that matter, how someone who defeated a dark lord at seventeen could ever be considered a late bloomer. He was always out of his depth where the Potters were concerned, he thought.

[f1-disaster-bi]

🐰🌸💞 for the ask game

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

How they treat animals, kids, and one that's really important to me: retail, customer service agents and restaurant/cafe staff

If a person treats any type of animal, kid, retail and service worker like crazy, they aren't worth knowing to me. It tells me so much about how they view people and others to treat them badly.

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

It was a compliment and just something I'm still amazed by.

An anon on here not only complimented my writing of my Party au fic where Lando struggles with alcohol and su stance abuse whil those around him, Dan and Jon, struggle with how to help them, but they told me that my writing helped them spot their own issues with their relationships with these things and that it had pushed them to get sober.

I don't think I'll ever forget that anon. I hope they're doing well, and I hope their recovery is going strong just like they are for taking those first steps back when they sent that ask ❤️

💞 @ your favorite blog.

I don't have one fave, I have three and they're some of my favourite people on here

@f1-birb my partner in angst. Follow them for some amazing fics, fic snippets and just content in general. Especially Jon-tent ❤️

@princelancey my bestie irl. She has the best Lance related posts, and often Este posts too. She also writes fics ❤️

@wolfsbanesbite Em is one of the friendlest people on here. I adore them so much. Their fics are what got me back into writing supernatural/werewolf/vampire fics because I love their ones. Just a great blog to follow ❤️

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

[leofrith]

what can you tell us about indigo sky and a fixed point? have they changed since you first started them + if so what had impacted the changes made? also i may not know anything about AC but sweet new url!!! ❤️❤️❤️

(hell site ate my first attempt at this post. let's try this again. i hate it here.)

HI JO THANK YOUUU!!! 💖💖💖

indigo sky is a little early game one-shot featuring eivor and hytham bonding over shared experiences (dead parents, complicated relationships with their adoptive father figures, feeling untethered after life-changing events, etc.) and realizing how much they actually relate to one another after having not liked each other very much at first.

this is probably also the next thing i'll post, my brain willing. 🥲 it hasn't really changed at all since i started writing it, but i'm now thinking i might have an idea for a second part/chapter that i may or may not add.

“How does it feel?” Hytham asks. “To have your revenge?” Eivor is silent. When Hytham glances at her, she is looking straight ahead to where the fjord opens up to meet the sea, but her gaze is unseeing. Her lips are parted in thought and when she finally speaks again, she does so slowly, as if picking her words carefully. “I have spent more than half of my life hunting the man who murdered my parents. My parents, who I have now been without for far longer than I ever had them in the first place. Kjotve has haunted my dreams so often that I remember his face with more clarity than those of my own flesh and blood. I thought killing him would be a relief, would bring me some semblance of peace, but… but now I only feel aimless. Set adrift without a purpose.”

a fixed point is an odyssey fic in which kassandra begins having prophetic dreams about brasidas's death at amphipolis (one of seven spartans who died there? come the fuck onnnnnnn) and does her very best to stop it.

this originally was meant to be a sort of time loop situation but then i realized that 1) i have no idea how to resolve that version of this fic and 2) kassandra having prophetic visions that nobody listens to is an irony that is not lost on me, and certainly wouldn't be lost on kassandra. her entire existence is a greek tragedy and it makes me SICK!!!!!

She feels water droplets dust her cheeks, her mouth. She wonders how, even in the heat of battle, she could have missed the approach of rain clouds. But the sky is clear, save for the smoke from the little fires that burn all around them, and when the liquid meets her tongue it tastes of salt. Brasidas is hovering over her, so so close, and haloed by the sun, always bright. Anyone who has ever compared her to a goddess has clearly never seen Brasidas under the afternoon sun. She realizes, distantly, that he is cradling her, but she can feel nothing. His lips move and she recognizes the voice she hears to be his, repeating her name. Kassandra. Kassandra. A prayer. A plea.

send me a title from my wip list and i'll post a snippet or tell you something about it!

[glitter-lisp]

❤️🌻

WAIT I FORGOT ONE 🎨

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Gonna take a leaf out of your book and post two because I can't choose lol

The first sob catches even Varian by surprise. He was so overwhelmed by sensation that he didn't recognize the pressure building in his chest and behind his eyes until the pained, mournful noise burst free from his mouth. Hugo pulls his hands away immediately, clearly startled, but Varian reaches out and snatches one of them with both of his before he can go too far.

“No please don't stop,” he gasps. “That feels so– it feels–”

^ from gorgon sequel, because I love inflicting my issues on my blorbos, and then a quicker snippet from museum date:

Hugo isn't painting. He's sitting across from Varian with his chin in both hands, looking at Varian the same way he looked at the paintings upstairs.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

I am not exaggerating when I say literally every day whether it's rereading stuff on ao3 or in my drafts I'm lowkey highkey my own biggest fan

��� If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I made an actually inhuman noise when @the-reverse-mermaid drew super shenanigans literally ANY art blows my mind always, but I think if I had to choose probably like. Literally anything gorgon related, I wanna see Varian in his silly rave goggles with a snake on his head

[fishnapple]

CRYSTAL READING: How do your past lives influence your current life ? ↔️

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Feedback is much appreciated ❤️

Masterpost

Buy me a drink or book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

1. Garnet

Lots of your fears are shadow ghosts from your past lives. The trauma from the final moment of your past live still haunts your subconscious, creating some irrational fears about death or separation. Maybe the images you see in dreams are snippets from the past.

I could see a strong spiritual or religious life, a firm root forming your current beliefs and ideas. Interests in travel, religion, or philosophy would come from this. If you are interested in some particular cultures, that could be a clue about where you lived in the past. You could have gotten into some arguments and conflicts about these matters in the past, challenging the status quo,

and in this current life, you can be quite vocal and passionate about your beliefs and philosophy.

Turning away from outdated thinking mode or conventional rules, wanting to express your individuality and uniqueness.

I get a really strong sense of servitude, duty, and selflessness from your past lives. This could result in a certain lack of ego, a subdued and humble personality (except when you get passionate about some ideas and want to defend them, you would have no problem express yourself)

2. Carnelian

Many gifts and talents are brought over from your past lives. A collection of expertise.

You would do some refinement to bring them to their full glory.

These gifts could be related to meticulous crafts, things that require a skilful hands or mind. It could be handcrafted pieces or your words. I see that in the past, you had practised these crafts so well, over and over, it became a habit for you. And that hard work had paid off, and you gained recognition for it. You could even travel to many countries to teach or consult about your craft.

In the current life, you may be perceived as inspirational, doing things with such ease and mastery, even when you don't see it like that yourself, but that is how you come across to others.

To fully tap into your past talents, you should do some meditation on your subconscious, your dreams, synchronicities that you've encountered, things that pull at your heart, even things that make you feel vulnerable and exposed or some sudden, random insights. Those are the ways your past is trying to communicate with you.

3. Smoky quartz

Immediately, I could see that your past lives have so many influences on your current life, especially in the area of relationship, both with people and with material possessions.

In the past, you could have some problems with boundaries, how to maintain a healthy one, how to respect other's. That lesson has continued on into this current life. You are not done learning it.

Maybe you didn't have privacy and peace to yourself, I see lots of chattering in the residence where you lived in your past lives. People would constantly come and go. That could influence you to desire a more harmonious, private environment.

I see an image of a cross standing upright. Another image is a lantern or a source of light (maybe the moon) is shining on the rest, and everything flocks to that light. Maybe in the past, you had some type of fame, lots of people looking up to you or scrutinised your life, your life could be put under the public's eyes and that had created a heavy burden to yourself.

In terms of material possessions, you could have a complicated and confusing relationship with it. In your past lives, you had received a lot from others, but somehow, you felt that none of those possessions was actually yours.

4. Apatite

Except for group 1 (garnet), all the other groups had the Moonstone's dark side facing up, denoting an emotional baggage or wound from the past.

In this group, it was about joy, being carefree of the lack of it.

It seems your current life is a continuation of the past. A chain of successive works with no rest in between.

You had served many in your past lives, in an institution, a locked space like prison, or somewhere with a very restrictive and confined environment. Your individuality was not allowed to be showed, you had to act as a part of a larger entity, an organisation. That could produce an uncomfortable feeling or a reluctant attitude in the situations that require you to show your individuality in this current life.

If you ever feel a desire to escape, to just pack and leave, to leave everything behind, or to be by yourself and thinking things alone, know that it's a very valid feeling, subconsciously stemming from the restriction of your past. If you want to find your peace and rest, by all means, do that. This is the journey to find your own voice, to let your inner child have its deserved playground.

Love.

[belovedstill]

Hi! I saw that you're doing ask game asks again (and i do want to hear about a random wip so have a heart ❤️❤️) and that reminded me of the next ask game you did and the fic you teased. (It was something about LBH returning to QJP instead of HHP and watching SQQ grief) is that still being written? (I'm not up to date so I really have no idea what the current status is. It just sounded really interesting)

!!!! hi! yes, i'm still writing it, thank you for sending the heart about it 💕🥺 (also i'm so '!!!' that you remembered it?) the idea you've mentioned comes from this post by @fairsweetlonging (with an addition from @happypeachsludgeflower), so i'm really only playing with some of their ideas and putting them together in a fic format (and if new things happen, new things happen). i didn't know anybody paid attention to my tags so i was only poking at the fic from time to time, just for myself

so far, there are two bits that i especially love about this wip. i'm still at the point where binghe has just come to qing jing, found shen qingqiu at the sword mound, and brought him into the bamboo house. the way i'm approaching this idea is that binghe's come back to check on sqq not for revenge, but to take one last look at his home, he's still very conflicted there. i took it in this direction because a ficlet i had in my drafts (that i will also finish/polish up one day and probably post first) starts at the same point as this wip starts, but binghe is painfully aware that there's no 'home' waiting for him anymore and so doesn't return. the lack or drive for revenge might change during rewriting, i'll see where it takes me!

anyway, one of the bits is binghe feeling very bitter because he comes into the bamboo house early in the morning, hiding his presence, only to find shizun's bed empty and two (!) tea cups left on shizun's table 😅 uh oh.

and the second bit is here in this snippet that i enjoy rereading and poking at, it's binghe getting ready to transfer some qi to sqq after his near(?) deviation and having some bittersweet reflections:

Back then, he'd found himself thinking, so what that [Shen Qingqiu's and Liu Qingge's] qi had been compatible? Luo Binghe had wished oh so very hard that his energy had been just as in tune with his master's, if not more! More compatible! And he would have given Shizun all of it! Now he knew that Shizun had made the right choice in refusing his offers. Transferring all one's qi into the body of another person would harm both the giver and the recipient. It wouldn't have mattered if Binghe had been hurt, but if Shizun—when Binghe had just been trying to help— He’d have never forgiven himself for it.

there are more, but i feel like if i share more right now, my brain will get all 'okay, story's told, time to move on!'

send me a ❤️️ for a wip-related ramble