#I was shock at how long it took for the trolls to show up I was led to belive they were like the main characters

[random-meme-bot]

GUESS WHO JUST FUCKING FINISHED HOMESTUCK!!!!

[5tar-5hin3]

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John Dory x Reader

“A Chance He Can Take”

Part 1 : “An Unlikely Beginning”

Part 2: “And an Unexpected Ending”

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Synopsis:

JD left a long time ago. A long, long time again.

Now he lives alone in the mountains. That is until 1 turns into 2.

He meets another troll.

This one isn’t like anyone he’s ever met before. They’re… different. They hang around for a while and, well, let’s just say they get friendly.

Words: 1,320

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A/N:

In this story, John Dory wholly believes his brothers failed him and they left him when the didn’t make the perfect family harmony.

He doesn’t believe he left. He believes he had to leave because they weren’t good enough for him. So he’s twisted the story to make it look better on him. He’s a little quirky, but we can fix him. 🫶

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*5 Years Before*

John was hiking the mountains when he came across something unexpected. Another troll. One similar to him.

They were walking with a small cuddle pup. They were happily hiking the opposite way on the trail. He hadn’t seen anyone for years. This was new to him.

“Hey.” He started the interaction. It startled the other troll. They looked around to see if he meant someone else. Even though rarely anyone trailed this far.

“Oh hey!” They laughed awkwardly. “I’ve never seen another troll up here.”

“Me either.” He agreed with them. “What bring you up all alone?”

“I just needed time away from my family. You know how it is.”

They had no idea how much John Dory under stood that.

They shrugged as she met the other finally. “Name’s Y/N, by the way.” They held out their hand for the other to shake.

The fact he wasn’t immediately recognized was both shocking and relieving to John Dory. Maybe it was for the best that people didn’t remember’BroZone’ anymore.

“You are?” John had left Y/N hanging.

“Sorry,” he grabbed their hand. “I’m-“ he hadn’t gotten this far. Should he say his real name or make a fake one? “JD.”

“Nice to meet you JD.” They smiled brightly. “I best get going now. I have to set up before sun down. Don’t want those nasty critters after my cuddle pup.” John looked down at the small fluffy creature. “Her name is Ruby.”

“You could always camp out with me. I’ve got plenty of room for a guest. It’s probably easier than a tent too. I don’t mean to brag but I do have an armadillo bus.” John was happy to offer his place to them. That meant more company for him.

“Uhh- I don’t know. I think I’d feel more comfortable in my own space.” They politely declined.

“That’s totally fair. Feel free to set up around me though. Never know when you could use a helping hand.” With that, they parted ways.

It wasn’t until much later, when John came back, that he saw a small f/c tent pitched next to his bus. They had taken up one of his offers at the very least. He didn’t bother them, simply minded his own.

It stayed like that for sometime. Y/N would come and go. The first few times they took their tent. But after a while they stopped taking the tent down and left it next to John’s bus.

In between each visit, y/n and John would talk. They slowly grew accustomed to the other. Got used to routines, got used to style. They even started doing thing together, like going for morning runs or hiking.

Since y/n was the only on connected to the “outside world”, they often kept John up to date with troll events. Or the ones that he needed to know the most about. John was actually starting to- he didn’t know how to say it. He was getting a crush? He liked y/n in a way he hadn’t liked anyone else.

Then one day, after coming back from a hike, their tent was gone. He wasn’t worried at first. Y/n was sure to be back tomorrow. They always were. Until they didn’t show up the next day. Or the next. Soon, weeks passed and there was no sign of them. John began to work just a bit.

A month and a half passed before y/n showed up again.

“Y/n!” John happily announced when he saw them. How he missed their company.

“JD!” They smiled at the other. Ruby seemed as happy as ever to see John again. She was happily pouncing at his feet and barking for attention. “Sorry I disappeared on you- family stuff.” They shrugged it off. “I’m back now though, so no worries.” John could see their pack was lighter than before. There was no tent.

John picked the pup up and pet her. “You’re fine. I’ve been up here by myself longer than you can imagine. It was nothing. No tent this time?” John commented. He raised his eyebrow, a bit curious.

“Oh, yeah. I figured, if the offer still stands, that you had room for a guest.” Y/n shyly smiled, a soft blush across their cheeks and on the tips of their ears.

“The offer does stand.” He smiled and set the pup down. “Wanna come inside? Check out the great abode of JD?” He teased.

“I’ll follow you.” Y/n followed John as he went into the bus. It was quite cozy. Nothing like what they expected. “It’s nice.” It seemed almost rustic. It had charm. It was a bit messy, but hey, what can you do?

“Thanks, decorated myself.” He laughed. Y/n set their belongings down next to the door and admired the space.

“You did a good job.” They smiled. “Oh, that reminds me. I found the other glove you said you lost.” They pulled it out of their pocket.

“Wow, I’m impressed. Keep it.” John shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to the one glove. It’s a look now.” Y/n pulled the glove on. It looked quite good actually.

The pair hung out almost everyday after that. Y/n still left occasionally, especially for holidays. They always invited John. He always denied. He liked the solitude.

Y/n basically lived on John’s couch other than that. They cooked and cleaned, he went out and gathered stuff. They were basically a couple, without all that couple stuff.

*A year later*

Y/n was up before John, like they always were. They made his coffee and breakfast. They went out and fed Rhonda then Ruby. The usual. John was up a little afterwards.

“Good morning JD.” Y/n didn’t even raise their head to greet the other. He jumped down from his loft. That’s how they knew he was up.

Today, JD decided he want to be bold. He came up behind them and wrapped his arms around them.

When they started staying with him, they didn’t have a lot of clothes. So they borrowed his often. They were wearing his shirt and it hung down to their mid thigh. It drove him wild.

Y/n wasn’t fazed. They knew it was only a matter of time before one of them made a move. They had a crush on John and they made it obvious. They hummed happily. “Good morning JD.” They repeated.

“Good morning.” He teased. They giggled. “How’d you sleep?”

“About as good as I can with you snoring.” They joked. John didn’t snore, but they always joked he did. He laughed.

“Whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes. He let them go and took his coffee. “You know, you could always sleep in the bed. The couch can’t be that comfortable.” Y/n shook their head.

“It’s not, but I take what I can get.”

“Well, I’m offering my bed. So.”

“Fine, fine.” They laughed. “You could just say you were lonely.”

“Lonely? Lonely? Ha. I’m not lonely, who said I was lonely?” He looked around nervously.

“You’re running behind schedule JD.” They kissed his cheek. “Get dressed and get out there. Ruby is waiting for her walk.”

Y/n walked away to go change back into their everyday clothes as John was left speechless.

He laughed at the interaction before getting changed into his hiking clothes. He went out to hike with Ruby. Y/n stayed behind and cleaned up their mess.

Y/n considered this the ‘start’ of their relationship. They never ‘officially’ stated they were together. But y/n just assumed they were a couple. This would prove to be… not quite the case.

4 years passed and it stayed the same. Y/n did the cleaning and cooking. JD went out. They stayed in this ‘relationship’ for 4 years.

JD got a letter one day, which was weird since they were in the middle of no where. Y/n had opened it. Their morbid curiosity got to them.

They’d regret opening that letter.

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AHHH!! That was so many words holy- I’m working on a part 2 as we speak! I just really wanted to get the first part out! I hope you guys liked it. This is my return to fanfiction. I haven’t written anything serious since 2019- what a time jump.

[teddybearsandspaceships]

For my own memory, in the hopes that Scar will put yesterday´s stream on his VODs channel because it was amazing and featured among other things:

Scar calling Etho “the Maple Prince”

Xisuma trolling Scar by mixing up Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Harry Potter

Mumbo showing Scar the llama death chamber, and Scar praising him for being weird

Scar and Mumbo having a conversation about social media and AI

Scar telling Etho not to worry and that he´s thinking about moving the mail box himself (after all he had two best-selling redstone shops so surely he´s qualified!); Etho: well now I´m worried… But right afterwards Etho says people forget that Scar is actually quite skilled at the game

Etho is just interrupting people today and Scar suggests just collecting people to procrastinate

I approve of Scar encouraging Etho to participate in MCC again

Etho asking how Scar got stamps already, Scar saying he´s been a part of a lot of Life series, Etho: “you and your wily words, you can get anything you want…”

Big Salmon decreed mercury = good

Cleo shows up! “lag busting” is the new “it lagged into my inventory”

Scar definitely not encouraging Cleo to kill all other villagers after setting up her own trading hall. Cleo wants organic free range villagers.

Cleo trying to sell the monstrosolith as a giant billboard

Cleo proved she can do valley girl voice, Scar and Etho are shocked. Then they´re discussing what "no cap" means. (Etho on stream: “big true, no cap.”) They talked about poggers, and Scar going wild with his pants off (after Cleo exploded them), and Etho didn´t know what Stitch is.

Scar starts talking about Disney and it takes him a minute to realize Cleo and Etho have run away

More maple syrup discussion (Etho telling Cleo if she likes the brand she gets it´s fine), and a frantic ride-by and log-out by Grian

Cleo and Scar want to start a cult. Etho wants to be a frat instead, something cooler. Frats have fewer rules, they´re more like “pants off, it´s fine.” Scar says he´d ask too many questions to be in a cult, Etho points out he could be cult leader. Cleo immediately offers to be his second, the person who does all the dirty work.

Shoe talk. Scar shows off his twelve-year-old shoes on stream.

Making fun of Etho´s set-up! Scar is horrified. Etho talks about his Kleenex box where his mike stands. It matches his desk! It has his settings written on it! Also his space bar broke during DO2 but he got used to it. Scar decides they need reinforcements and calls Bdubs over. Ren also shows up.

Etho mentions he didn´t get a Decked Out 2 desk mat (took to long to think about it) and Tango logs in to write in chat that he´s disappointed and logs out again

A wild Iskall approaches in the distance. Etho: trident brother!

Etho invented the minecart shuffle

Cleo: "I always want you to kill people, Scar. ...no not Etho."

And Etho leaves to shuffle snow like the Canadian cryptid he is

(how dare Ren interrupt Bdubs before he can give his current opinion on the kleenex box)

"Etho´s not one to lie" (are you sure about that? ^^)

...I look away for two seconds and did Mumbo just call himself a panda in chat. I was later told: a panda fiat! Which is a car, and Iskall is a Ferrari

Moonlanding with Gem! And some talk about bases and criticism. Gem: "I love making Etho mad," “Let Etho be mad,” What´s he gonna do, all he´s gonna do is go oh snappers ^^ "Scar, you are my Etho"

[vidavalor]

Way too long venty anon from a couple days ago: two more points that occurred to me (sorry! 😂)

I feel like 'you're so irrelevant that we can kick you out and then bastardise your material to create something better suited to our purposes' is a much better message to send than 'you're so important that even if we get rid of you we need to keep your scripts or else throw in the towel entirely'?

One of the major concerns I've seen floating around is that it'll be un-queered... but honestly, why? And also, how even?

(P.S. I feel like I should add that justice is of course the most important thing and that above all, his victims deserved better, but I've - fortunately - yet to see anyone dispute that him facing consequences for his actions is good, compared to so so many people bitching, beyond any reasonable sadness or initial shock, about how this is going to be a half-arsed, sloppy, way-too-short rush job that'll ruin everything and if amazon wasn't going to provide all 6 episodes they may as well have just cancelled, which, imo, is both untrue and lacks situational awareness - not to mention, is infuriating - so that's the part I chose to address, as we do seem to have at least reached the bare minimum of a n*il needs/needed to go consensus)

Hi, welcome back! 💕 Vent away. *pours your drink of choice* I saw your first message & will get to that next. I'm doing things backwards like Good Omens this week, apparently. Also, if you aren't someone I'm already talking with via DM & you feel comfortable doing so, you're welcome to message me. I feel like we'd get along. 😂 Everyone but bots, trolls & NG is always welcome to DM or Ask-- whatever people feel most comfortable with.

On Point # 1 (& the PS)-- Yes, it is a better message to send, absolutely. I'm hoping that people are getting to the places you've mentioned in the P.S. I took a look a few days ago (against my own advice to other people lol) and booked it out of there pretty quickly. I saw people making petitions demanding more episodes, embarrassing the people from the show who fought to get this movie, when they should be thanking them and Amazon. What really horrified me, though, is support for petitions demanding the rapist's unfinished scripts (if they even exist). Just... no. No. I've also seen a lot of posts that just aren't mentioning his survivors at all or that it's good that he's gone and that are blaming Amazon for the movie when it's the rapist who is the problem here, not the (shit behemoth) company who was convinced to give the story an ending. I've also seen many, many people who have been great and lovely but just the brief glimpse I dared out of hope to take the other day did not really boost my spirits. On a lighter note...

2-- There are people saying it'd be "unqueered"? *tries very hard not to spit coffee everywhere laughing* *is unsuccessful and there's now some on the desk, luckily not my computer* *brb mess to clean up*

Ok, I've returned. *exhales, still laughing, but now with less hot caffeine everywhere* WHAT THE FUCK?!

Imagine believing a) that's even fucking possible and b) that anyone would think there'd be any fiscal or any other kind of benefit to trying? What... even is... "unqueered"? Do they realize that this would be like trying to take space out of Star Trek? Like taking a ticking clock out of 24? Like saying The Doctor doesn't need time travel or the Tardis? Queer is the foundation upon which this story is built. It's a reason for its entire existence. There is simply no way for this show to not be queer. They never would even try such a thing because the only reason why there's a movie and not a cancelation is because the people involved in this show were able to convince Amazon that it was financially beneficial to Amazon to make it and that argument would have been built around the existence of Good Omens' legion of a very queer and queer-friendly fanbase.

Also, even if they were to do something as completely idiotic from a business standpoint as to try to somehow unqueer the queerest show in existence, have these people suggesting they might ever heard of these guys called David Tennant, Michael Sheen and Jon Hamm? 😂

I'm presuming these "unqueered" people are the same people who think it just became queer when they saw Crowley and Aziraphale kiss, which... *winces really hard*... I'm not going to dignify that. I am Gabriel and Beez below at such a notion.

These people with the "unqueered"... I'd imagine that their expectation is now that Amazon-- the people who hired the four, other writers who wrote the majority of the queerness that is S2, mind-- is going to hire someone to, what? Retcon the kiss and end the series with Crowley and Aziraphale praying hard at mass? That they'll be all: Just kidding, Good Omens fans! This blasphemous and queer tv show based off the novel written by Terry Pratchett is now being written and produced by these fine folks we hired from that Christian Hallmark channel! We know this will definitely make you all want to tune in and give us your money!

I can see it now, Lovely Venting Anon... all of Good Omens is a fantasy Wensleydale made up about the world within his snow globe. When his never-seen Peanuts parents show up and find out that fantasy involved queers, they send him to boarding school (totally going to unqueer him, that) and that's most of the movie. God returns and is seen for the first time but She's revealed to be the head of the boarding school and is now played by Candace Cameron Bure.

The big finale is a scene wherein Crowley tells Aziraphale that he is exclusively male and straight and Aziraphale says that's good and wishes him luck with a non-erotic handshake, informing him of his own intent to be straight and exclusively male forever himself, especially now that he's off to do his new assignment of writing speeches for Nigel Farage, all happily at the behest of the show's big hero... The Metatron. They agree that food and sex and secular music and books are sin and pray together (actual praying, you hopeful gutterbrains, not Hozier praying) over the closing credits.

This gives way to a secret, bonus scene for the hardcore fans-- the only appearance in the film of characters played by Nina Sosanya and Maggie Service. It's a flashforward to the future in which they are both now living in Arkansas and married to conservative Christian men. We see them discussing their quest to overtake their local school boards and shut down all the libraries. Nina, in particular, is really excited to be the founding member of Blacks for Trump in her area. It ends with Maggie gathering her anti-trans signs and heading out with a smile to distribute them around town.

I mean, it's not quite what I've been theorizing the plot of the movie is but ya just never know...

People need to *relax* about the movie being written by other writers. Four, other writers wrote the majority of Season Two and it was great! I know people wanted a whole season-- so did I-- but I'm more than happy with a movie that I honestly didn't really expect was going to wind up happening, though I was more hopeful than I might have been for another show. The movie is the length of the last two episodes of S2 and we've had all the run up to it already with S2. They'll dive right in. It's a bonus finale to what we've already seen. It's going to be very queer and very Pratchett and very good. Just breathe. 😂

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 8

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Ao3

“So yeah that’s basically everything, you have any questions?��

Barbara sat in the driver’s seat, fingers locked around the steering wheel even though the keys were in her pocket. Staring out the windshield into the dark parking lot. Wondering exactly what choices she’d made in her life that had brought her here.

When she finally got back in contact with the kids after over an hour of radio silence they’d promised her a full explanation. Wanting both to hear that and reassure herself of their safety, Barbara had all but raced to the canal to pick them up. When she’d gotten there they requested that she stop at a parking lot so they could explain things in detail before she dropped them off at their homes.

She’d now been sitting in the back of the Walmart parking lot for well over an hour. Long enough for Mr. Scott to send a text querying when his daughter would be home.

She really shouldn’t leave him on Read for so long but honestly Barbara was still trying to put her brain back together.

“So…” she sucked in a deep breath and drummed her fingers on the wheel “You’re a troll…”

A single blue eye peered out of the trunk, peeking at her past the partially folded seat “Yep, that’s what I am alright,”

Barbara looked at him in the rearview mirror with her mouth pressed into a thin line. She still wasn’t thrilled about Jim riding in the car that way, but the fact remained that with all six of them there just weren’t enough seat belts to go around. And if they were in an accident Jim was the least likely to get hurt and the most likely to inadvertently hurt someone else. That and watching him tear his way out of the locked trunk of a junker last summer killed all her protests.

That was what her brain choosing to focus on instead of the many many very shocking things they’d all just told her. 

“So let me get this straight. Jim is a…troll. Another troll tried to…attack you…”

Another thing Barbara couldn’t let herself think about for too long without getting heart palpitations.

“Because that amulet you have belongs to the Troll…hunter, and you were saved by two other trolls that took you into an underground city full of trolls,”

“Yeah that’s what happened alright,” Mary mumbled.

Barbara didn’t say anything else, just kept straight ahead at the parking lot, brightly lit with streetlights, empty save for her car, two trucks, and a smart car. All of these ordinary things somehow existing in the same world as trolls and magic and underground cities and– oh what the hell, maybe unicorns to!?

She tightened her grip on the wheel and pulled in a deep breath through her nose, if she didn’t focus on her deep breathing she was going to scream.

God she wanted to call Rose right now.

Instead of voicing any of that she cleared her throat and only spoke when she was sure her voice would be even “So what exactly is this Troll-hunter, because if Jim and the…others are trolls does that mean Jim is supposed to…hunt them?”

“We’re not sure,” Claire spoke up from the back seat “When we showed them that Jim was human Blinky and the spiky troll started freaking out. So the old troll kinda chased us out the door. But he made us promise to come back tonight,”

“Ok,” Barbara let out a heavy breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and dispel the oncoming tension headache “Ok…”

“Mom?” Jim poked his head a little further out of the trunk “You ok?”

I’m the parent, you're the children, children who were nearly hunted down by an angry troll– Trolls, which are real apparently, I should be asking you that

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she turned back to face her passengers again “How are you all doing?”

Darci twidled her thumbs “Ok…ish,”

“Yeah okish pretty much sums it up,” Toby shifted in the passenger’s seat to face her “Really glad tall dark and spooky didn’t get us, but still kinda freaking out a bit inside. The whole learning about the secret society living right under our feet thing takes a bit to sink in,”

“We should get more answers tomorrow night,” Claire added.

Barbara pressed her lips together but said nothing. She didn’t like how the kids just assumed she’d let them all go back to the mysterious underground troll city.

Especially since right now she couldn’t come up with any good arguments to stop them.

“We can make plans for tomorrow night after we’ve all got some sleep,” Barbara pulled the keys out of her pocket and started the engine “Right now we need to get you kids home,”

They all either nodded or made sounds of assent at that.

“Remember guys,” Mary said loudly “Our cover story is we were hanging out at Jim’s place and lost track of time playing Go Go Sushi,”

“Got it,”

“Affirmative,”

“Understood,”

“Crystal clear,”

Barbara bit back a heavy groan as she pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Trolls.

Secret Cities.

Cover stories.

Just what had her life become?

Focusing on turns and street signs was easier to think about. Darci’s house was closest and was the first one they stopped at. Less than ten seconds after Barbara’s car pulled to a stop at the curb the door swung open and Louis came striding out. 

Darci hopped out of the car and bounded up to him “Hi dad!”

“Hey there pumpkin,” he flashed her a wide smile “How was your evening?”

“Good, we really got sucked into Go Go Sushi,”

“Alright,” Louis turned his gaze towards Barbara, warmth sliding away into cool amiability “I take it you also lost track of time?”

Her throat tightened “Yes, sorry about that, I was busy and didn’t notice how long the kids were playing their videogames,”

Louis nodded “No worries, it happens,”

Barbara didn’t let out the breath she was holding until Louis and Darci were inside their house and she was already driving away. Dropping off Claire and Mary went similarly, with their parents mercifully skipping the third degree–

No, that wasn’t fair. It had been first or second degree at the worst. And it wasn't as though he wasn’t completely justified with his suspicions. If it had been her and Jim in that position Barbara knew she would have been even more skeptical and less polite.

Pulling into the end of their cul de sac, Toby hopped out and ran up to his house. Barbara watched and made sure he made it inside before pulling into their garage.

Barbara killed the engine the second they were inside, slumpling back in her seat and shutting her eyes, a shuttering sound in her ears as the garage door shuffled closed behind her.

“Mom?”

From the backseat she heard the soft slide of Jim folding down the seat, shuffling sounds as he crawled out of the trunk “Are you ok?”

The knee jerk response–

I’m fine hon

Rose up in the back of her throat, but Barbara bit it back before it could escape.

She shouldn’t unload all her stress and worries onto her teenage son, but she shouldn’t pretend everything was fine and dandy when they both knew it wasn’t either.

“I…I’m worried, this is all a lot to take in,”

“Oh yeah,” Jim let out a chuckle and a gusty exhale “I’m right there with you on that one,” 

Despite the situation Barbara felt a tiny smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Finding it in her to push away from the seat and turn to face him.

“I don’t like the idea of you kids being in danger, or going back to a secret troll city by yourselves,”

She had to fight back an inappropriate laugh at the half stunned half affronted look on Jim’s face, could already hear the protest he was forming, and cut him off before it could leave his mouth. 

“Which is why I’ll be coming with you,”

Jim’s went blank, eyes going wide and mouth gaping op “Oh…I mean…are you sure you’re up for it?”

This time she did laugh, twisting back to playfully punch Jim in the shoulder “Kiddo there’s not a single thing you or any other troll in this city can do to stop me from looking after my son. And if that means going to an underground city, well hand me my pickaxe and headlamp,”

Jim huffed a laugh again “Ok but…it’s…it’s kind of a lot down there, so if you want to sit it out…”

“Not a chance, we’re in this together, and any troll that wants a piece of you is going to get a taste of my krav maga first,”

Jim chuckled at that, and Barbara smiled back.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

@sproutwings tagged me in this, thanks Sandrine ♥ I'll give it a try!

How many works do you have on AO3? on the Zero_Ducks account, 37 (+1 unrevealed).

What’s your total A03 word count? 393,092

What fandoms do you write for? Only DCU at the moment.

What are your top five fics by kudos? (all of these are Sladick!)

You could be my luck, with 394 Kudos. REALLY? Oh well that's a discovery lol. Dick gets pollened and hides in Slade's safehouse because it's the closest he can get to, hoping Slade isn't home. Slade is in fact right there.

Darling Little Things, with 355 kudos. Also quite the surprise! Omegaverse in which Dick is pregnant with Slade's pup, but hasn't told him out of fear Slade wouldn't want them. Everything goes surprisingly well.

Served Cold, with 338 kudos. This one was expected since it's more than a single chapter and was a pretty anticipated entry of my Sladick series. Slade takes his revenge on a hit that Dick ruined.

lie in your bed the way you made it, with 327 kudos. LMAO. I love this fic. It has to be one of the filthiest I've ever written. A pwp in which Dick took a blow intended for one of Slade's marks, and not wanting him to die, Slade has to take care of his sorry ass.

Slade's lucky day, with 301 kudos. My very first Sladick fanfic! Slade is on a mission in Montenegro, and Dick is too. They end up accidentally and less accidentally helping each other, with some strings attached.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always. Fandom remains stagnant without interaction, and that's on writers too, not just on readers. Also if I post a fic (which doesn't happen often compared to how many fics I write) is because I want to talk about it with other people!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Among those I posted on AO3, probably Losing Game. It's an Eobarryiris fic, and I imagined a potential way it could go well but it ends on a very angsty note (it's a timeloop situation in which they have no idea how to break it, and one of them keeps dying in every cycle so they keep resetting it because they can't let him go).

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It has to be Darling Little Things, it ends on a very fluffy note.

Do you get hate on your fic? Not regularly but it happened. What hate gets there is promptly deleted, trolls are not to be fed.

Do you write smut? My smut has plot sometimes.

Do you write crossovers? No, the most I can do is "characters from X universe are now in Y universe", but I don't mash-up characters.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah. Long story. Bad ending. It was years ago though.

Have you ever had a fic translated? A couple of times, not from the Zero_Ducks account though!

Have you ever co-written a fic? I co-write pretty often.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship? I am too ADHD to pick one. Speaking of the DC fandom (which I'm here for), Sladick and Eobarry which I'm sure doesn't come as a shock for anyone.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Boy I have 200+ WIPs I will never finish, and I really want to finish like 80% of them lmao. Probably Clipped. Based on the fact that I have no idea how to finish it (it's a Bad Guys Won scenario in which all them little birds are captive and in distress)

What’s your writing strengths? Smut!

What’s your writing weaknesses? Being that I'm not a native English speaker, I have a hard time writing in "styles" which penalizes the dialogues. I have no idea how to show that a character is a certain English speaking nationality, how to give them dialectic quirks, how to make them speak in an old fashioned way. I can in my native language though, and it frustrates me so much not to be able to "translate it".

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it's just a small line it's okay, it helps the immersion. If it's entire dialogues I don't see why, people don't understand it what's the point.

First fandom you wrote for? Possibly Spyro Gateway to Glimmer when I was 6 lmao.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Again strictly speaking for the Zero_Ducks account, I think it's Elegia. It's been almost two years but it holds the test of time, the emotions still feel very raw and the smut is still good (it's that one time Dick's suicidal behavior after Jason's death went a bit overboard, and Slade decided to do something about it whether Dick liked it or not).

I got to tag people now I guess! No pressure folks, it's just the law

@deepwithintheabyss @anawrites3 @waffleinator-inator @ftl-faster-than-life @ladytauria @thesandsofelsweyr and anyone who wants to do this!

[ase-trollplays]

When Everything Is Gone

It felt strange being back in their old stomping grounds after half a sweep away. From the outside, things looked as good as they ever did, but Amprus knew these streets, these people, the atmosphere. They knew this place as though they lived their whole life there, so the change was felt in an instant.

Something was very, very wrong.

The first thing they noticed were the hemoanons in suits that walked the streets and ran the businesses. The second thing was the lack of Marked. Not a single troll could be found with a black band on their horns, a stark contrast to the city they remembered. There even seemed to be less people around now. Businesses they used to frequent were gone, and the number of hiveless trolls was concerning considering how rare a sight it used to be.

They spent the whole night investigating and taking notice of all the changes and problems they saw. Some things were an improvement such as the soup kitchen and the hiveless shelter, both of which were packed with desperate trolls. However, they couldn't abide the multitude of other issues. The entire city's vibes were off, and they needed answers. As soon as daylight broke, they made their way to a familiar apartment complex to talk with an old friend.

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A young rustblood, one Vallen Shonee, sits in the living room of his apartment with his gecko-frog lusus sleeping in its enclosure. He's in the middle of taking apart the tv remote when you throw open the front door and stomp your way in. He jolts and drops the remote on the floor before giving you a glare.

"Knock knock! Who is it? It's me, Amprus! Oh cool, come right in," he deadpans and stands up from the couch. "Nice pajamas, by the way. You're a little early for the sleepover, though."

You march up to him and grab him by the collar so you can force him down to your eye level. He yelps and shoves you off of him. "Easy, killer! Since when can't you take a joke?"

"What the hell is going on around here!?" you demand as he smooths out his shirt.

"I was minding my business and you busted in and assaulted me!"

"Not that, you idiot! The city! Everything's wrong!"

"How do you not know? You practically live here. ... No, wait. You... You died sweeps ago. You're dead," Vallen said as he looked down at them. He placed a hand on his head as realization clicked in his mind. "You're dead, so... I--"

"You're dreaming. This is a dream. I'm really here, though. TLDR ghost powers," you tell him impatiently. He sits back down on the couch, gathers the remote pieces, and resumes dismantling it. He lets out a big, long sigh as he thinks about what to say next.

"The Grey Mob took over," he finally says after what feels like forever. Your eyes widen at that, and your confusion and shock is quickly converted to anger and disbelief. You slap the remote out of his hands and once again grab him by the collar. This time he doesn't fight you.

"What do you mean the Grey Mob took over!? Who let that happen?? Who's the idiot who let them in!!" you question as you give him a few hard shakes. He doesn't even look at you, which just pisses you off more. You shake him even harder to get some kind of reaction out of him. "Well!!?"

"We didn't have a choice," he weakly admits. "We were getting attacked on all sides by highblood gangs every week. People were scared, and we were struggling to keep up.

"The first time one of them showed up offering to help, we sent them packing. Told them we know how to take care of our own, and we don't need them. The next week, a gang of clowns came. We lost a lot of Marked and residents. They nearly demolished us.

"When the Grey Mob came back a second time, we were against the wall. We wouldn't survive another attack, and everyone was terrified. We were desperate, so we agreed to an alliance."

You slowly release him as you process everything, but your deep glare never falters. Something doesn't sound right. Highblood attacks were never that frequent, and the mob just happened to show up and offer to help? There's no such thing as a good mob. They wouldn't offer unless they were getting something out of it.

"... I bet those fuckers planned this. They sent all those highbloods here to--"

"Yeah, we know. It didn't take that long to figure out something was sus," Vallen interrupted. "We didn't realize it right away, but after those purples came and the mob sent someone again, we got the message."

"So you knew this was a setup, and you still let them in!? What's the matter with you!?" you shout in anger. Vallen finally breaks from his despondence and shoots up from the couch to push you hard enough that you stumble backwards onto your ass.

"What were we supposed to do, Amprus!? Let the city get taken over and destroyed!? Let everyone living here get killed?! It was death or compliance, so we chose what would keep us and everyone else alive!!" he roars at you. You hate that he's probably right, but you refuse to believe there wasn't some other third option. You sit on the floor stewing in your unbridled frustration stubbornly refusing to answer.

After several moments of uncomfortable silence, Vallen calms down enough to speak.

"It didn't start out this bad. They were actually pretty helpful. They set up a money lending place that helped people afford having their hives and businesses repaired and rebuilt, and the rates were good. They did community outreach like the soup kitchen and the hiveless shelter to help people get back on their feet. Even did renovation projects," he explains as he once again takes a seat on the couch, though he doesn't bother fussing with the remote anymore.

"Then they started pressuring the businesses to give them protection money. The places that refused got their reputations trashed and ended up going under. Then underground casinos started popping up, and the people who couldn't pay their debt were forced to work for them until it was resolved."

"What happened to the Marked? There's no one with a band on their horns anymore, at least not any I could find," you ask. You want to believe there's still some of them holed up somewhere, but the way Vallen sighs and holds his head in his hands says otherwise.

"The Marked are gone, Amprus. They starved us out. Anyone who supported us got hit with penalties, and their businesses wouldn't help us. Eventually we disbanded. Some of them left the city altogether," he explained sadly. The disappointment in his voice is so heavy and thick you swear you can feel it settle on your skin like a blanket. This can't be how it ends.

"... So that's it, then. We just lied down and let them take our city from us. Leriot would never settle for this shit," you curse and pick yourself up off the floor. Another sigh from Vallen as he looks back at you tells you you're not going to like what he says next.

"You're right. He didn't. That's why they got rid of him."

The words form a heavy boulder in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do is stare back at him searching for some kind of sign or tell in his expression to let you know that the worst didn't happen. You find nothing of the sort, and you start feeling anxiety creep in.

"What do you mean they got rid of him?" you ask almost pleadingly as your voice wavers. He looks at you incredulously.

"What do you think it means when the mob gets rid of someone?" he deadpans, and the pit in your stomach drops.

"When...?" You can feel the corners of your eyes start to sting and your jaw lock up, and he looks at you hesitantly as if not telling you would spare your feelings. Your eyes sting more as small tears start to form. Your patience is hair thin. "When did they kill him??"

"Six perigees ago. He was rallying the last Marked to run the mob out and take back the city. They found him frozen to death in an industrial freezer. The door was tampered with so it wouldn't open from the inside. Corpse cutter said he was in there at least two nights. Everyone that was backing him either abandoned the plan or had 'accidental' deaths of their own. ... I'm sorry, Amprus."

You're silent for a few moments. Then a few minutes. Leriot is dead. The Marked is gone. The city belongs to the Grey Mob. Everything's ruined. If you could die a second time, you probably would from heartbreak. Your second home is dead, and you couldn't even be here to fight for it.

You only snap out of it when you feel Vallen wrap his arms around you in a hug. Proud as ever, you refused to show vulnerability in front of him. With a hard shove, you break the hug.

"Where did you bury him?"

[simowis]

Sth about Javik

*English is not my first language, I use DeePL to translate my words:

Listen to a few back and forth game videos of Javik's lines. Javik is a polite, introspective man who sees himself as a man of high standing but not arrogant and cocky. Apart from the shock at getting the beacon for this cycle, which he still wasn't ready for, and the video where he was beaten home by the reaper, Javik talks concisely, one sentence at a time, without being condescending, happy or angry; even the deterrent and warning tones are calm, but more excited when fighting. With the crew, Javik stood second fiddle to the leader without a second thought, such as when Mordin wanted to dissect him and he 'approved'-approved, as long as the premise could be beaten; such as the walking position with his hands behind his back. It took him a long time to accept the Norman crew, such as to the liara's willingness to address him by his first name until after the fall of Thursia. All except to the commander . He is so bland as to offer his own insights of blood and tears, lessons learned after hellish experiences, while at the same time cautioning the ramp to 'not trust others blindly'. I don't think I've ever heard him call the protagonist by his surname sherpard, always just commander commander, even when drunk with a trill. The gift of the Prothean makes lying to be pointless for them, I guess, and Javik is in this cycle, learning how to joke and lie. The part where he interacts with vega and vega says are you trying to make a joke, he literally makes up a joke and shows 'joking' through his actions. After that he learns to be ambiguous, in the poker passage in the DLC, he says wouldn't the guy who lost this cycle get the death penalty? In the silence of the others at the poker game he adds that you primitives really do believe in everything and lightens the mood. And yet the passage to the casino where if you take him he also says to the security guard that playing such risky games would have been a death sentence in his own time, so it's not a joke, he's just tempering the atmosphere to round off what he's saying as true. But again in the God's Keep DLC when he's sitting on the couch he'll say that liara believes electricity was invented by the Prothean Immortals and that she believes everything I say. It's clear that in this time period he has indeed learned to lie and troll, and enjoys the pleasure of keeping the opposite side guessing. But he is not used to lying yet, and when faced with the Commander he only tells the truth. When just awakened the commander shook Javik's hand while he turned his head and walked away on the passage. My understanding is that having the gift of sensing memories by touch and being in great shock, he should not want to immediately shake a hand to confuse himself even more. They Protheans shouldn't be in the habit of shaking hands equals making friends - they probably rely on their eyes and aren't sure what the gesture signifies, and to Javik this handshake from Shepard is another sign to 'come and deliver more contemporary information... ...' and he says: No, let's talk about it on board, I need to collect my thoughts'. ...... And gradually during his short life in Normandy he learned the meaning of a handshake, and if the protagonist hesitated and missed it when he offered his hand before the final battle, he would say flatly I see, and everyone avoided shaking hands with him. Just, don't do it... He was frozen in time at the end of the reaping of the lives of his entire race, and woke up just as the next cycle of life reaping was starting. He had a loyal and good crew like those in Normandy, only to be forced to slit their throats one by one after they had been indoctrinated, thanks to the strong life force of the Protheans, and had to watch them bleed dry before he could finish; in his cycle, the people had to bury the indoctrinated children quickly and indifferently; compassion only led to greater sacrifice; he learned this lesson and commanded Having learnt this lesson, he commands a refuge of 100,000 people, only to hear at the last moment in the stasis chamber that he is alone - and to wake up in despair at the end of a new cycle, where everything changes, but reapers still. He is in fact half-dead, despair already part of his body, while willed to remain the same, vengeance. He saw the naivety of the Normandy crew and said "standing on the bones of billions of corpses, does dignity still matter", which he did not envy. When he first joined the mission, he simply said that these horrific cases warned the protagonist and his teammates that there would be more hell to come, so be prepared for it. He is so cold-blooded that he habitually converts his friends into warriors and cannon fodder, he can no longer imagine mutual aid and unity between different races, and he is already aware of this, so the admonition 'don't trust others blindly' is directed at himself. When asked by passers-by what the future holds for him, he habitually spells out a desperate future, but at the slightest click of a sherpard, he immediately adjusts his speech to cheer them up, and is even open to taking a vid to inspire them in the DLC. This is all because of SHERPARD. meeting initially, he learns that it was SHERPARD who made the loop's reaping delayed, something his loop failed to do. The fire that had been rekindled in the deadly ashes of that despair burned brighter and brighter as a few smaller reapers fell. He touched traces of the cabin's past and in turn explored the whole ship; he stood by the EDI's kernel and confronted the AI; he got the Legion's drawings and a whole row of dismantling tools lay on the floor of the cabin; he discovered that there had once been a Normandy 1 and the fact that Commander SHERPARD had died once. He must have compared the similarities and differences between his ship, its crew, and himself and sherpard. They had both faced countless life-and-death situations, both died once, both faced the weight of despair directly. sherpard had half of Proxian's touch-sensitivity and never shied away from him, which is why he asked the question that he could only ask of a friend, or even a dear friend: whether he wanted to experience the past again. The best end for him would be to die on the final battlefield, in that portal to the Citadel; or to be in the position of Anderson, or to exhale his last breath under the red light. It's no wonder that there's a relative consensus in the homo sapiens about what happens to Javik after the war, when he's rescued and says "My own life means nothing, I...". Joining the clan can only be a sure thing in the future if he isn't given a purpose to survive. I just really don't want to see such a polite, introspective, subtle, determined, quietly burning soul of the last prothean just go back to his own clan after it has burned out. Whether it's writing a book, travelling, digging up all the Proxian people for a restoration, just stay alive! Even if he looks like a big cockroach. That's all I have to say for now.

[trollsarecute]

This may be a long⬇️

Warning: this may have some cussing don't read if not allowed. enjoy

Creek: *Smirks evilly when he sees branch and walks up to em and taps em on the shoulder*

Branch: * Turns around in confusion then gasps in fright noticing who it is and is frozen for a second but then tacks a hold of emself and thinks about something and smirks having perfect combat for em* Is there something that you think is this important to the point where you gotta annoy the hell out of me?

Creek: *Is taken back by his sudden choice of words then collects himself knowing what he's trying to do and doesn't want that to happen* listen here blue bitch, I will say and do as I want. your are not to tell me what to say and do you hear me?!

Branch: *Perks head up* Hmm? Sorry I didn't hear you, it must be that your so annoying that I can't handle your voice.

Creek: *Is disgusted and shocked at how rude he's being* How dare you say thoes hurtful words to me!! Your tacking them all back right now Mr.!!! *Stomps foot like an angry two year old*

Branch: *Gives him the same face then smiles in his head having the perfect combat for em* Wow....It's kind of sad a little here bud, I was sure that your parents wouldn't have spoiled you rotten. Now I know why you are the way you are. You need to get a grip on life here bud...

Creek: You better tack that back, or YOU'LL REGRET IT!!!!

Branch: Will i?

Creek: *Scream out in anger*

Branch: *Notices some trolls and knows that creek doesn't like to show his weak side and knows how to get to em and steps up touches his hair and brushes it with his hand* It's really sad that your ugly hair and your stinky personality made poppy run away and up to me. *Yanks hair harshly*

Creek: *Screams in pain*

Branch: *Knees em in the aera and smiles at em on the ground now* Who's the puss now?

*Some trolls gather around watching branch tack down the village pretty boy with a couple gasps and whispers here and there*

Creek: *Tries to say something but gets cut off by branches hair* Hmmph!!!!!😡😡😡

Branch: What are you so angry about? Oh ik what it is....your being taken down but the guy you love picking on!!!!

Creek: *Looks around noticing everyone is now surrounding them while pointing and whispering at creek as embarrassment fills the air around creek knowing that picking on a troll isn't the best idea and you'd get into really bad trouble if you do*

Branch: And the kidnap-mmmph!!!!

Creek: *Tackles branch and hushes em with hand and looks up and around and notices a couple trolls gasping in shock and others backing away slowly in fear not wanting to be a part of the scene that their all witnessing and leans down and whispers into his ear harshly* I told you not to say anything!!!

Branch: *Tries to kick and push em off but nothing works since he's a whole lot stronger then he is*

Poppy: Creek Coward!!!! (That'll be his name😌)

Creek: *Hears that voice and ice cold water runs right through his veins and body and slowly looks up and notices the queen of trolls village standing in the distance a little away from with hands on her hips looking pissed of at em tapping her foot and tries to think of a lie* Bruh-Bronch was pissing me off and kept pocking me and I told em to stop and he-mmph

Branch: *Covers mouth and bites hand as creek flinches in pain and rips his hand away and screams out in pain* HE'S LIEING HE WAS TRYING TO *voice gets quicker and higher as creek is trying to shut em up from saying anything further then he's gotten already* PUT ME DOWN AND I DIDN'T ECCEPT IT AND TOOK EM DOWN AND NOW HE'S ALL -MMMMMMPHH *looks at poppy with pleading eyes but screams underneath creek's hand while trying to take it off so he can speak*

Poppy: CREEK!!!! DON'T MAKE ME FORCFULLY GRAB YOUY OFF!!!! CAUSE I CAN CERTAINLY DO THAT!!!! I GOT NO FEAR OF DOING SUCH A THING!!!! IT'S EAITHER THAT OR YOU LET BRANCH GO AND I WILL CHATE WITH YA!!!! ONE WAY OR ANOTHER I'M PUNISHING YOU, YOU DON'T DO THIS...YK KNOW THAT!!! SO IT'S YOUR CHOICE THE EASY OR THE HARD WAY, YOU CHOOSE!!!!!

Creek: *Stares at her pissed off but doesn't wanna do anything to her since she's the queen so feeling really angered he let's branch go and get's up and runs away*

Poppy* Gasps never having a troll run away from her before and a feeling that she's never felt before tacks over and runs after creek while yelling back at branch to go home and tack care of himself*

Branch: *Not wanting to have poppy hurt herself trying to protect and deal with creek but also doesn't wanna to get hurt trying to help her knowing what creek's capable of doing and wants to go home so making his way towards his bunker he thinks about it*

All the other trolls go their own directions whispering to each other about all that they had witnessed

Creek: *Runs then takes a look back and gasps noticing poppy closing up on em*

Poppy: Get your ass back here boy!!!!

Creek: *Terror strikes em and runs then trips and falls down giving poppy time to catch up and hold em down*

Poppy: *Notices and uses her hair and wraps it around creek's waist pinning em to the ground not letting em go and gets up to em and sits on em pinning his arms down*

Cree;* Gasps in fear and tries to escape but is only able to breaks his arms away and not his body since she has her hair tied around his waist witch makes it more harder for the escape to happen* leh LET GO!!!!!

Poppy: And let you hurt others?! Give me a break creek!!!! I thought you weren't that bad!!! But recently I'm starting to think that breaking up was the best thing I did and getting with branch was better then it was being with you!! I can't have a king hurting others, that's bad leadership. I want others to look at my village and WANT to come and stay, not be scared cause there's this guy who loves picking on others and beating them up. Ik your really really pissed but things gotta come to an end and this whole thing...HAS to stop right now. By you acting the way you are is causing the village to be unsafe...so I got no choice then to put you in the fungeon.....

Creek: WHAT!!!!!!! *Looks at her as if she was his mom and told him that he's loosing his phone for a month and won't get it back til the end*

Poppy: I'm so sorry but I can't have you acting like this, it's unsafe for the village itself..*Gets up and having creek's waist still in her hair she grabs his two arms and starts to pull em towards the fungeon slowly and creek squirms to break free from her*

Creek: NO NO NOOO!!!! LET ME GOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO *Cries while his whole world crashes in front of em as they pass a few trolls watching em being pulled by the queen towards the fungeon and having a freak out scene on the way there*

They reach it

Poppy: *Lightly pushes em in there and with one more look she meets his scared teary drenched face before closing the door before hearing his muffled sobs of pure sorrow but tries really hard not to feel his hurt and makes her way back into the village and proceeds with her day then later on goes back to see how branch was doing and did some cuddling with em trying to comfort em, trying to make em feel at peace from all creek put em through *

[meles-merrivale]

Tagged by @ellionne

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1.Good Enough

Everyone knows who the little lightning bolt tucked in the hollow of her wrist is for. It sent a shock of pure exhilaration through her the first time she saw it, this incontrovertible proof that the famous Boy-Who-Lived was hers. Now she just wishes it was something else. Anything that was less the legend and more the boy she knew.

2.Eulogy

You wake up cold.

It isn’t the first time, and that, somehow, makes it worse. You had been so sure you’d get used to it, back when you first moved into His bed.

The first time His hands trailed up over your knee socks, your heart stuttered to a stop in your chest. Then, it started beating faster than it ever had before, and you thought maybe that was when your life truly started.

3.Exes Don’t Wear Red (They Wear Revenge)

Someone should really tell Harry Riddle that he looks like shit. Luckily, Pansy is just the person to do it.

“Fix your robe. And your face.”

4.All’s Well That Ends

There are a lot of worst things about this.

Some days, it’s that he can’t picture her face. Not just that he doesn’t know what she looked like, but that when he thinks of her he can’t keep his brain from conjuring up the thing that took her instead. If he can’t have her, he wants his mind dark and empty, echoing with nothing but a name, but he doesn’t even get that void.

5.The Long Way Down

“I see you. Show yourself.”

Sasha James dies trying to see. The Watcher does not have ears. It is only eyes. It hears anyway.

One moment, she is Sasha James. She is 5’10”, with honey brown hair and honey brown eyes that make her look sort of monochromatic and that she decided to stop being insecure about in sixth form. She is twenty-four years old. She is a daughter, and a friend, and a damn good one. She is Sasha James.

And then, quite suddenly, she is not.

6.I Am Having A Bad Time

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a troll. He is not the hero of our tale, or even the villain, but he is where our story starts, so we will start with him.

He is, in troll terms, a rather impressive fellow. Twelve feet tall, with skin like granite and a great, lumpy body that does an impeccable impression of a boulder. His legs are short but as thick as tree trunks, and attached to massive, flat feet with the most majestic horned toes that all of the other trolls compliment him on.

In human terms, he’s terrifying. Which the little princess he’s chasing would tell you, if she wasn’t so busy being chased and terrified.

7.Wrackspurts Aren’t Real (But I Am)

“I don’t care who his father is. Riddle is fit,” Ginny says, omnioculars pressed firmly to her face.

Luna can’t think of what would be interesting about watching a boy fly the same loops again and again, but her friend is interested, so she looks. That’s how it is with Ginny. Sometimes she wants to talk broom kits or boys, and sometimes Luna wants to hunt for moon frogs or lie down and watch the clouds go by, and they always make time for both.

8.i am my own way out (7/?)

Sometimes, you just know things. The baseless rush of knowing that a letter is going to change your life before you even read the address. The crawling feeling of eyes on you in the dark, or the nagging gut instinct that a loved one is in trouble. Things your body tells you before the world can.

9.Alive Really Isn’t Your Color

Once on the floor of a forest that’s out of bounds, surrounded by people who will laugh instead of cry.

It’s not how these things are supposed to go.

10.Wands Don’t Kill People (Dark Lords Do)

Draco Malfoy is not a coward.

He’s not a Gryffindor, it’s true. But just because he’s not about to go sprinting headlong at a dragon or something doesn’t mean he’s cowardly. He’s more than willing to fight for the right reasons. And he might not be a Hufflepuff either, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand loyalty. He’s loyal. Just only to the people who deserve it.

Which is why he’s sitting here in their train compartment and very carefully, very committedly, doing nothing.

Bold of you to assume I know 10 more people, but @gryphonfeather, @the-wig-is-a-metaphor, @metalomagnetic, @arrisha-ao3, @corneliaavenue-ao3 join the fun!

[quietbluejay]

Sins of the Wreckers 9

no warnings outside the usual

Man this is so unnecessary no wonder you guys took so long to fight the war yeah instead of actually sending useful information let's just make sure to tell Prowl how much we think he sucks

prowl is literally being slammed into the ground both mentally and physically, RIP

Tarantulas: Tell it to me now, Prowl. Say the words I need to hear

Prowl is looking at the ground

Prowl, very quietly: wreck and rule

Tarantulas: What's that?

iconic moment

okay you know how I said Prowl wasn't hot well I'll make an exception for this

OKAY WHAT

THE GATEWAY IS INSIDE DEBRIS HOW ARE THEY SENDING IT THROUGH THE GATEWAY AAARGH

such a retcon of how the mindlink functions like why on earth would it work like that

okay back to the gate

so what did they take the gate out and are powering it…somehow and having it float in space and trying to fit something several times bigger into it???

oh hey guzzle, you seem unchanged from prior to your blood drinking everyone really just went "so THAT just happened"

classy Carpessa reference, lol

back to the trial thoughts sometimes i feel like none of the writers know anything about the military (not like i know a lot, tbf) like from a meta perspective it's a fun comparison between various perceptions of war and the military across writers much as i hate to say it, roberts is like the only one who thinks about logistics, like, at all he's the only one who is basically going "hey you need a large support staff that's not just engineers/scientists to support a military force" "and actual supplies"

some thoughts on the topic of Optimus:

i think it's implied that Optimus doesn't know about Aequitas which is uhhhhhhhhhhhhh Optimus' absence from the narrative in Wreckers is shocking it's a giant empty space

friend commentary:

like, Prowl getting away with a warcrime in the same plotline where autobots got held accountable for warcrimes requires there to be a systemic issue in which the autobots only hold themselves accountable for the warcrimes they can't hide/are being done by people they deem expendable enough to actually arrest instead of leaving to continue with a slap on the wrist also this in relation to autobot high command explicitly doing a whole thing of covering up the not so great schrodinger's warcrimes of the Wreckers prowl is kind of standing in for optimus …actually this whole plot would make more sense if it was optimus instead now that i think about it guy that actually struggles with being enabled because he's in charge of everything that's a character arc he has

it's like, the problem can't be optimus optimus has to be blissfully unaware, he's the symbolic beacon of hope it's all the evil advisor

this then derailed into a tangent about other ex-wreckers showing up including Sandstorm, the guy who kills (other) war criminals, and Scoop, who found religion and became a standup dude and then started working for starscream (lol) and Whirl

sandstorm would immediately try to kill everyone in the wreckers room au where he escapes off planet instead of going to prison friend:

dark comedy version of SOTW: "Prowl has been kidnapped by an evil spider, and also Sandstorm keeps trying to kill us" (whirl in the background: yikes scoop: what are you doing whirl: becoming an alcoholic, like a normal person) (scoop: have you heard the word of our lord and saviour starscream-)

me:

you know i could see Whirl start saying Starscream was the chosen one just to troll people including Starscream Perceptor should be here too! He was in Spotlight Kup, he set up the whole mind link, he was there in LSOTW you know what? have whirl and perceptor go back for combiner wars along with first aid that's it that's all that's required to get them there for this plotline

friend: the whole Aequitas will start the war all over again speech except Scoop is right there, ready to debunk it other friend: Scoop: you'd think the war will restart, but through the power of starscream, all things are possible-

okay, i will apply my stringent war crimes claims method to the Wreckers how do we know they as a group committed other war crimes? well, we do in fact have proof of other war crimes besides Pova! Sandstorm killing sparks! we also know that they acted to paper over things to make them not look bad so it's entirely possible there were more they just didn't stand trial for like, what is a war crime anyways killing noncombatants, false flag operations, killing medics, arming medics (which might not actually be considered a war crime under their laws), mistreatment of prisoners we see how they operate, there's a very high chance of a lot of collateral damage cruel and unusual punishment we get info from the clear items that appear in the text + patterns of behaviour that they do in fact do war crimes

friend: the story doesn't say it but it's full of implicit acceptance of 'just following orders' as an acceptable excuse to ignore culpability me: the same thing happens w.r.t. the dinobots and optimus (in Barber's writing) yes i am going to defend optimus here Optimus was not forcing you to do war crimes you fire breathing buffoons it's the same kind of thing friend: optimus didn't order them to breathe fire all over their enemies, that's on… everyone, kind of, for allowing it he didn't order the sparks killed he probably did order some other shit though me: like ordering war crimes is in general not optimus' problem! he has loads of other issues!

also do you recall how there was a bit that was trying to justify the war crime like "it's murky in here and maybe you do have to be this bad in order to stop the bad guys" and prowl was the bad guy bureaucrat who lets the bad guys get away because you're not following procedure like it wasn't super emphasized but it was treated as an ethical dilemma type thing

sparkle emojis tarantulas: every time you deviate from the script in my head you will suffer more

Arcee and the rest find that their restraints have been freed

Springer: Free. We're all free

Springer: Verity…

Arcee: I don't like it

she's frowning

Springer: yeah, maybe, but one we're tooled up for

Arcee: my kinda trap

Verity: we're being helped?

Roadbuster: that would make a weird change, wouldn't it?

yet another joke that would be dark from a human, but is straight out extremely disturbing from a cybertronian

Surprise! his workstation gets blown up

Tarantulas: No! How? How?!

???: Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help us…

mtmte called they want the entire panel back

the moral of the story is if the sins of the past come up, they will either kill you or you will successfully bury them again

Tarantulas is on the floor

Roadbuster stands over him, cracking his knuckles

Roadbuster: …your turn

is guzzle possessed right now that line sounds nothing like him

ah yes. tidal wave.

Impactor kicks Carnivac to the ground

Impactor: …there, that's better

Impactor: Nice to see Mayhem are living up to their name. Real slick operation going on here. Having problems?

[press x to doubt]

how. how does this work. the portal is INSIDE HIM.

Carnivac: so…embarrassing

Impactor: Wow. Dissidents. They get bigger every-

YEET THE WAR CRIMINAL

[loopy777]

if arthedain had managed to thriumph decisively over the witch king, and the entire north reunited under the kings of a reborn Arnor, how do you think their vassals the hobbit's of the shire would have developed differently than in the actual timeline? would they have become a people much bigger on trading and such with the other parts of the nation, or would they have remained a semi separated people, swearing fealthy to the same king as all the humans, but not much more?

Yeah, I think the Hobbits would have remained pretty consistent. In 'The Hobbit,' they're described as shy of the big people, and in LotR it's a big deal that a group of them went as far as Bree. They clearly like their little patch and don't see any reason why the world needs to be bigger than that. Heck, the Hobbits don't even want any new books- they like books full of things they already know, arranged neatly and without contradiction. They are an uncurious bunch as you could possibly imagine, except when it comes to their neighbor's business. The Shire doesn't even have much of a government. The Mayor doesn't do much more than preside at banquets. The local law enforcement is mostly concerned with keeping outsider-troublemakers out and tracking errant farm animals.

I don't think we can entirely ascribe this attitude to a legitimate fear of the outside, as the roads had only been described as unsafe when Sauron was specifically causing trouble. It was considered shocking that Bilbo encountered the trolls and a reason for people to take action to pacify the growing evil forces again. And, of course, in LotR the final war of the age was about to happen and the Ringwraiths were targeting Frodo. It's not like the Hobbits would have at some early point looked at the goings-on in Bree and found anything to really fear.

Looking at the author intentions, as I like to, Tolkien clearly wanted the Shire and the Hobbits to be the nostalgic ideal from his childhood memories, preserved against everything but the evil outside forces of No-Progress Progress. I think there's also a little satire in there when it comes to the little melodramas amongst the neighbors and families, an element that I don't think carried through to his storytelling in any of the other settings in LotR. (The Hobbit gives a little of that to Laketown as well, arguably, but I don't think it's as thickly applied if it's there at all. I think the Master is merely characterized as corrupt but the overall tone just keeps things lighthearted.) I kind of like that, as it gives the Shire a very different kind of feel not just in what is being depicted, but how. It's a completely different world, much like how the Tom Bombadil portion feels of a different nature than the rest of LotR.

That said, I don't think this needs to be an absolute if you want to play with things. Arguably, a benevolent but slightly petty community the size of a nation might draw in the Shire, since it would fee just like home. Or, perhaps a Hobbit (a Took, most likely) could go on an adventure and wind up drawing their friends or family -- or maybe the whole Shire -- into some intrigue that would open up the borders a bit and show off some humans who aren't dirty clods. Or maybe some humans would want to move into the Shire, since it's so nice and chill, and the Hobbits okay it as long as the humans are polite.

As long as there's food, I think the Hobbits will be okay.

[rivvyelf]

Chapter 2 Reflection:

FF.net: link

AO3: link

On this day (July 24th,) last year (2022), I posted the second chapter of my first fanfic, Outlaws of the Inland Sea. Looking back there are things I want to keep in the chapter, stuff that shows my rustiness, references I find cringeworthy, and I plan to revise Chapter 2 after posting "Chapter 1."

Warning: Spoilers Ahead, but eh, nothing that'll break your mind.

The "Qing Court Version" of "Along the River during the Qingming Festival."

Feel free to ask me about my decision-making. I'm leaving a lot of stuff from here.

For the beginning of Chapter 2, I had in mind this painting above. I did a high school paper on this painting. It's a very long painting, encompassing 8 whole scrolls.

Just for the record... I consider this the worst chapter in the entire fic. Might be surprising to some readers. There's a reason why I prefer that people read Chapter 3 onwards. But this chapter wasn't as bad as I thought it was.

Our character (who I later reveal to be Wang Jin) is relaxing here eating the brown bread as a tie-in from the Prelude.

I wanted to change the sex of a bunch of characters from Water Margin. It was part of an ambitious plan to put twists in both themes, motives, and actions of the characters. Wang Jin is one of these gender-bent characters. In the novel, Wang Jin is a rather minor character who only appears in one chapter.

That's Wang Jin in the 1998 Water Margin TV series.

Boy did I have changes for Wang Jin! Starting with gender. I used her POV to describe her origin as a corvee laborer and daughter of an Arms Instructor, going to Dongjing for employment as an Arms Instructor. This was also where I began to build the world of my fanfic. Mixed in angry trees, trolls, spiders, etc. into obstacles corvee laborers had to deal with, and voila, we not only build the world but we built the character too.

Then we get to the second half: Wang Jin beating up Gao's Gang. This was A LOT easier to write. I realized then that for me it was easier to write comedy than anything else. I gender-bent the person that will become Gao Yannei. Kept the same gender for the person that will become Gao Qiu. Wang Jin beating Gao Qiu wasn't a thing in the Water Margin novel (it was Wang Sheng that did that), but I was introduced to Water Margin in the 1998 TV series. I would link the fight here but I'm afraid it'll get copyrighted.

Instead, I'll share the Youtube link to the audio track that played when Wang Jin beat down Gao Qiu's gang:

It's an earworm. I loved it, it hooked me into the TV series and into Water Margin.

In the fight I wrote in the chapter, I made sure that every action Wang Jin took made sense and demonstrated her martial ability while not making her overly superhuman. She is here in Dongjing to instruct, after all, so I needed to make it believable that she could teach people that may not be as athletically or combat-gifted as her.

The hook I made for the next chapter was a constable seeing the destruction. And insert the characteristic Water Margin cliffhanger.

Reflection: It was the second piece of creative writing I wrote after my mom passed away. This was more difficult to write than the Prelude, and there's a bunch of stuff I plan to revise with this chapter (brownies if you can guess which areas!). When I first reread this chapter, what came to mind was the concept of "Culture Shock." This would especially be the case for any Tolkien fan. The East was characterized by tribes, not a centralized Empire where elves, dwarves, and humans cooperated together. Prose would also be a bit of a culture shock too.

Looking back there's a lot of stuff I'm keeping in, but I'll be adding more worldbuilding scenes in the city. Things like a person throwing roof tiles at a house, commentary on how the capital is wasting food and material that was foraged and mined by laborers like Wang Jin. Stuff like that.

[ase-trollplays]

26. Forgotten - Taki

The path to the abandoned forest hive somehow felt longer than she remembered from her youth. It had been so long since she'd last visited the spot that she could barely remember the way. However, despite getting briefly lost, she found her old hive somehow still standing despite eighteen sweeps having past. Nature had long reclaimed her former home as grass grew uninhibited and untamed and moss and vines stretched upwards along the outer walls.

"It's been so long. Do you still remember me, old friend?" Takimi asked wistfully as she approached and ran a gentle hand along a patch of soft moss, some of which attached to her skin and was removed from the structure when she retracted her hand. She was unbothered and wiped her hand on a relatively clean patch of wall to return the flora to its home.

She walked around the hive and noted the places she would sit outside and draw, the spot her former lusus, Bearmom, would lay and allow her to rest against her plush, furry body. How was the old girl faring, she wondered. Whoever her new ward is was lucky to have her, and she lamented briefly that she was such an unpalatable charge due to her cursed sight that-- No, no, her sight is a gift. She shook her head to rid herself of such blasphemous thoughts. One of the messiahs' chosen should never criticize or show ingratitude for the power they've been granted.

Becoming bored with taking in the exterior of her old home, she took a breath and stepped through the entrance. She had to duck as her younger self hadn't considered just how tall she would be in adulthood. Takimi looked around and was almost overwhelmed with nostalgia. Her belongings and furniture were long gone, likely stolen, but she could remember with crystal clarity how the room once looked. The couch against the left wall, the large shag carper purple rug that occupied nearly the entire floor, the mirror above the small bookcase on the right wall, th--

A stack of discarded food containers sat in the corner of her old kitchen. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised that squatters had settled into her old hive at some point. However, she found herself annoyed that someone left garbage within her former childhood home, however briefly she occupied it. Looking around a bit more, she sighed when there was no trash can or even a trash bag in sight. Had that been stolen as well?

Irritation aside, she decided to make her way up the staircase to the upper floor. Just like with downstairs, dust swirled in the air as the moonlight shone through the cloudy windows. The bathroom door was conspicuously closed, but she didn't consider that worth investigating. A bathroom is a bathroom is a bathroom. It wouldn't be worth her time to open the door and look inside just to stare at an old toilet and a sink.

The real treasure was her former bedroom. She peeked inside the open door and sighed with nostalgia as she entered. Her recuperacoon was still there, though the slime had long since expired and dried up into a hardened crust along the inside. Takimi strode toward the closet and gingerly pulled the door open. To her shock, she was greeted not by an empty room but a small crossbow bolt grazing her shoulder. She gasped followed by a sharp hiss as she looked down at her now bleeding shoulder, then back to the troll who fired it.

There was an armadillo plushie under one of the girl's arms while in her other hand was the spent crossbow. Next to her was a small pile of three more bolts.

"G-get away! I found this place fair and square! You can't kick me out!" she shouted defensively. She couldn't be a perigee over three sweeps, and she was absolutely filthy as though she'd been living off the land for weeks. Takimi couldn't tell the child's blood color, but she assumed her to be a lower caste judging by her fear of her.

"Worry not, young one. I am not here for you. This was once my wrigglerhood hive," Takimi told her with a small smile as she ignored the pain in her injured shoulder. The child didn't relax in the slightest and instead briefly glanced at the bolts on the ground next to her debating whether it would be worth it to take her eyes off the much taller and older woman to reload.

"I... I don't believe you. A highblood like you killed my mom. Did he send you to kill me to?!" she accused and quickly grabbed a bolt off the ground and clumsily reloaded the crossbow while trying to keep her eyes glued to Takimi. Takimi's gaze turned to the stuffed animal in the child's arms; it was probably meant to mimic her lusus.

Still smiling, Takimi stepped back to give the girl some space and hopefully appear less threatening. "I understnad the loss of a lusus all too well, though I was abandoned by mine. I truly sympathize with being all alone so young. May my former home serve you well, young one, and may the messiahs see fit to offer you one of their blessings."

"Just GO AWAY!!!" the girl screamed and aimed the crossbow threateningly at her. With a small nod, Takimi waved at her and backed out of the room lest she be shot in the back and closed the door.

She may have long forgotten her old hive, but it was now home to someone new. She could live with that.

[may85]

🕸️Haunted🕸️

🕸️Part 1 🕸️

Summary: House flipper, Y/N Harris is in charge of fixing up the old Thrombey residence. When an accident occurs while on the job, Y/N starts to think she's going crazy

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, Ghost!Ransom Drysdale

Movie/TV Show: Defending Jacob, Knives Out

Word Count: 1,027

Warnings: (Each part will have it's own warning labels.) Smut in this one. Andy getting his dessert 😏, nipple play, p in v

Y/N hung up the phone, biting her lip to keep herself from exploding at the deal just made. The Thrombey residence was up for grabs and you'd been itching to get your hands on it.

Being a long time fan of Harlan Thrombey's novels, you were sad to hear of his passing and shocked to hear that it was his grandson, Ransom, who was arrested for his murder.

Ransom himself was found dead earlier in the week under suspicious circumstances. Gossip magazines claimed he'd hung himself, while online trolls claimed that he was killed in prison for being too pretty for a place like that. 

No matter how he died, it was all still sad. Marta Cabrera, who inherited the house from Harlan, wanted to move away from all the drama that Thrombey/Drysdale brought upon her life. You were chosen very carefully and after an intense interview, Marta had picked you to sell the mansion to.

Your heart beat faster at the prospect of getting your hands on it to repair and slightly remodel. You had to tell someone and you knew just the person… your boyfriend of two years, Andy Barber.

Jumping out of your chair, you grab your coat and bag, quickly telling your coworker that you were leaving for the night.

"You should head home too, Kylie. Looks like a storm is about to happen,"

She smiled and waved, gathering her stuff as well. 

The ride home was rather quick, the skies darkening. Andy was home, having texted you earlier that he'd won his case. Today was just a win, win all the way around for the both of you.

As soon as you were parked, you got out of the car just as it started to sprinkle. With quick strides you made it inside before getting drenched.

"Andy?" You called out, shutting the door and dropping your bag.

"Hey honey," he said, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

The smells of a pot roast hit you, your tummy growling since you skipped lunch, but you ignored it though. You wanted to tell Andy the news.

"You're not gonna believe it!" You danced on your top toes.

Andy's eyes widened, "You got the mansion?!"

"I got the fucking mansion!" You squealed.

Andy rushed you, picking you up in a bear hug. 

He hugged you tightly, laying a series of kisses on your neck, "I'm so proud of you honey,"

You pulled back, cupping his cheeks, "And you, winning your case today! I'm proud of you too!" You both shared a celebratory kiss.

"Today's been a damn good day,"

Andy bit his lip, giving your behind a good squeeze, "Yeah, it has. Why don't you go take a bath; we'll have dinner and really celebrate later,"

"I love the way you think Barber,"

🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️

Later that night, you were laid out on the bed, Andy between your legs, devouring you. He sucked on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly.

"Andy please," 

He kissed your lower lips as if he were kissing your mouth, the soft drag of his tongue getting you closer to the edge.

"Give me one more honey. Just one more," he said, his voice deep. 

He gently pushed his index and middle finger into you, curling them just right.

"Andy!" You moaned, your gasp sharp.

"There we go," He praised, his fingers gently massaging your harden nub as he kissed his way up your torso.

You felt energized, ready for Andy to just lay back as you pleased him. With a soft push on his shoulders, he laid down, grinning. 

You threw your leg over his waist, straddling him, his cock standing tall as it rested against your mound.

"I love you honey," he said, rubbing your thighs.

Rising to your knees, you took hold of his cock and placed him at your entrance. As you slowly sank down, you moaned, "Love you too, Andy,"

"Fuuuuck," he whined, watching him disappear into you.

Placing your hands on his chest, you rocked your hips, letting Andy slowly slip in and out of your heat.

"Just like that, baby," he said, gripping your waist, "Nice and slow,"

You tucked your feet further under his ass, making him go even deeper, "Gah, you feel so damn good Andy,"

Andy ran his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts. He tweaked your nipples as he raised his hips just as yours came down, making both of you moan loudly.

Each other's breathing became heavier, your moans sharper, his deeper; almost to the point of growling. Andy yanked on your arms, bring you forward, which had your breasts bouncing right above his mouth.

He watched you watching him as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it. You could feel his beard and knew you'd be marked up after tonight.

"Fuck, yes… I'm so close Andy,"

Leaving your breast in his mouth as he continued to suckle and toy with your nipple, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees. Andy held you in place, jackhammering his hips into you hitting your spot with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, cupping his cheek.

You came hard, your back bowing once more. Andy's thrusting became sloppy, his own release spurting deep inside you, making him growl around your tender breast.

His thrusting slowed, his hands going back to your waist to gently move your hips up and down over him to prolong both of your climaxes.

Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the room as you both stilled against one another. Andy gently kissed your nipple, working his way up your breast, to your neck and finally giving you a long and thorough kiss.

"Hmmm, you're incredible," he whispered, smiling

"Feeling is mutual, baby," you said, just as softly.

Giving you another kiss, he rolled the both of you onto your sides, his semihard cock still inside of you.

"Really?" You giggled.

"What?" He chuckled, "you think I'm done with you? Honey, you have another thing coming,"

You scoffed, "Pssft, literally,"

You both laughed, Andy giving you a gentle smack on the ass.

[kayforpay]

They're all yelling, but no one seems mad.

"What do you mean there's no records? How the fuck did he get here?" The officer at his back, hand clasped easily around the fragile joints of his wrists. "He's got fins, for fuck sake."

Clorad doesn't move, doesn't even think. His eyes are locked on the hole, the shallow grave he had tried to stuff his matesprit in. Dorize's ruined face peers out at him, their cerulean blood muddied and thick. Their one remaining eye doesn't glow, doesn't control him the way they used to be able to, but he can't look away. There's dirt in his mouth, in his gills.

"Fuckin pink, are you kidding me?"

It had worked. He had crept into the mines while Dorize slept, barefoot on the hot, hard-packed path to avoid any unnecessary noise. He had dug the debris away from the pickaxe he stole, held it so tight that the knuckles of his fingers showed bright fucsia through his pallid skin. He hadn't slept before. hadn't eaten, had laid still and silent until Dorize was satisfied.

He remembered what they said, nice of you to work with me for once.

As soon as the sun rose, when all the trolls would be deep in their sleep, he had his weapon, and he crept back into the hive. The door whispering on its hinges made him flinch, but Dorize was still sleeping when he slipped through the rooms to where they slept, the soporific blanket wrapped around them comfortably.

The pickaxe was heavy, suddenly, and took what felt like hours to raise. He stood still, eyes wide with fear, and watched Dorize breathe. It wasn't their fault, after all.

He should have known better than to think he deserved to be loved. It was Clorad's fault for wanting more than he was allowed, more than he was worth. He wanted to be loved, and that was why he was in this situation, with a matesprit who didn't love him, and needed to die.

The first swing killed them. The pointed end, he never bothered learning what it was called, pressed through their skin and muscle and bone so easily. He was disgusted with his strength. Had he tried to make it better? Make it work? Had Clorad really made an effort?

They'd been together for so long. All Clorad could remember, as he lifted the pick and swung again, was the way he could feel Dorize's anger like sparks landing on the back of his neck. He could remember how Dorize would cook something he liked after they came home with their fists balled up already, with an anger that Clorad had to sate with his body.

He remembered how his own blood had flooded his gills, left him choking for air, and how Dorize had been disgusted by his weakness.

The ground behind their hive was too hard, though. Some kind of heavy clay, it had made his shovel ring out like a bell when he struck it, had broken the sharp, fragile edge.

His hair is full of blood and dust, and his nails are caked with soil to the point of pain, but he couldn't move if he wanted to. All the strength he had earlier is gone, leaving him limp, exhausted. "Am I going to be killed?"

The guard holding him still jumps, apparently shocked by the sudden noise, and removes their hand from his wrists. "Only if you can't fight. You're going back to the main planet." They say it with some mix of reverence and distaste.

Despite it being the first time, Clorad can feel that it will not be the last.

is it okay if I do a drabble abt clorad here