#Just interactions of theirs that should be going into the fic that I'm not working on oops

[heliotrope155]

I feel like Sam could say something like, "Cas don't be ridiculous, Dean almost tried to kill himself while you were dead" in response to Cas questioning his worth during a domestic with Dean, and Cas would go, "What? Why? Did something happen?" And Sam would count mentally to ten and make his bitchface and then mutter something like "You two deserve each other."

[mrsbarnesxxx]

heyy, are you comfortable with writing poly relationships? if not, no worries, but if you dont mind id like to request an eddie/buck/reader fic where reader is insecure slash unsure abt their place in the relationship

thank youu

I don't belong here

Absolutely love! I haven't written for poly!buddie before, but I'll give this my best shot. Hope you enjoy lovely anon ❤️

Summary: You feel insecure about your relationship with the boys. They spend all of their time together, so of course they have chemistry, but you? Where do you stand in this relationship?

Warnings: negative thoughts, insecurity, Buck and Eddie being sweet, Eddie speaking Spanish! Fluff

The way they interacted seemed so natural. I mean it makes sense, they spend all day together while you watch Chris. You're able to work from home due to your job, so you spend most of your time with Chris and Carla. But Buck and Eddie, they spend most of their time together. Maybe that's how their romantic relationship blossomed, but now as you watch their effortless interactions, you wonder how you came to be with the boys. They seemed so natural together, and you? You felt like you had to work for every interaction, every flirty remark, every kiss.

"Oh yeah? You wanna go for the title?" Buck asks stepping closer to Eddie, almost caging him in to the counter.

"M-maybe I should go..." I say quietly as they talk, flirt really, as they move closer to each other.

"What?" Buck asks looking at me entirely confused as he gives Eddie a little space.

"I think I should go home." I say standing from the barstool in Buck's kitchen.

"Are you feeling alright?" Eddie asks coming to check on me. His hand brushes against my cheek and I turn away from his touch. He frowns, his brows furrowing.

"Cariña (dear), what's wrong?" He asks softly. I just look down, unable to meet his eye. His hand gently lifts my chin towards him, forcing me to meet his eye. He lifts his eyebrow at me softly.

"I-I don't belong here, Eddie." I say quietly as tears fill my eyes.

"What?" Buck asks stepping in, he cups my face in both hands. "What do you mean?"

"Are you having doubts about this...us?" Eddie asks almost numbly.

"I-I want this to work, but...." I take a deep breath as a tear falls down my cheek.

"Hey, you can talk to us." Buck says thumb caressing my cheek.

"You guys are so good together and I just feel like I don't really have a place in this relationship. I feel like the ex wife or the babysitter who stays home and watches the kid." I say honestly.

I watch Buck's heart break through his facial expressions alone.

"Sweetheart..." He says quietly. "I-" he decides to kiss me instead. His kiss is passionate and it's like he's trying to convince me that everything I just said wasn't true.

"We love you so much." Eddie says kissing my head as one of his and one of Buck's arms wrap around my waist. They pull me into a warm hug. I relax into their embrace.

"I love you guys too." I say softly.

"I'm so sorry we made you feel like that Cariña." Eddie murmurs into my hair.

"You complete us love." Buck says softly.

I smile into the hug from my boys. My boys....

Yeah. They were my boys. And I was theirs.

I hope you enjoyed love! Also, I'm a sucker for Eddie speaking Spanish, so I had to throw that in a little bit!

[apprenticestanheight]

do you take requests for smut a-z's? if you do, then please please please share your peter strahm headcannons, i need it like water. also if you don't do a-z's then just general headcannons is fine!!

Peter Strahm's Smutty Alphabet

I've never done NSFW or SFW alphabets before but in my pursuit of finishing as many fics as possible before the start of November, I am! I've read a few and they're fun so I figured why not?

My requests are open until the 3rd (they were originally going to close today but I was like 'okay but what if I kept them open?') so yeah! Feel free to send any in last minute. Things might slow down because I'm trying to start and finish a novel for NaNoWriMo but I promise if they do, they won't slow down significantly.

Also--this is written so that theres gender neutral language used, however as you didn't specify male or fem, I went with afab anatomy as that's what I know best.

Fic type- smut!

Warnings- this fic is 18+. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT. there's mentions of watersports and scat (in terms of what he won't do) pegging, breathplay is mentioned, edging and teasing, knifeplay is mentioned, petplay is mentioned (I thought of peter calling the reader a good puppy in my search for a gender neutral version of good girl/boy, and I lost it for a few seconds lol) I've been up fourteen and a half hours and am probably forgetting a few because I didn't really edit this.

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

very...kissy?? affectionate, I should say. Aftercare typically looks like a shower and then going and laying in bed for a while, and during that entire time he's so affectionate. He'd definitely give you a scalp massage after, especially if it was on the rougher side and I feel like he'd love giving you kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favorite of his own body parts is probably either his torso or his ass. As for his favorite body part of yours, I feel like he's a whore for shoulders and hips/thighs.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves how it feels to cum inside you--absolutely a pull out king (also probs got a vasectomy at some point) but when you let him he literally cherishes it because it feels so good.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory--a dirty secret of theirs)

He thinks it would be fun to have sex in an interrogation room

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He knows what he's doing and he knows that he's good at it. He's not really cocky, necessarily, just like--confident. He knows your body and knows how to make you feel incredible and he takes pride in that fact.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

depends on the kind of sex--generally I feel like he would LOVE doggy but also missionary when you're not aiming to have rough, hot sex but more intimate and "I love you but I don't want to say that out loud" type sex.

G - Goofy (how serious are they in the moment? are they humorous?)

He's pretty serious--he won't laugh unless something happens to make him do so because he takes sex seriously and he knows you do, too.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

he's well trimmed and the carpet matches the drapes indeed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He'd be fairly intimate, I think. If you're in missionary, definitely, and he's absolutely going to kiss you senseless while he fucks you the same.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably wouldn't do it very often while in a relationship (unless it's been a while since y'all have done the deed because of his hectic work schedule) but would do it a few times a week if he were single.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE--he doesn't really get much at work so when you tell him he's fucking you amazingly he melts inside a little. ALSO LOVES GIVING IT (I was searching for a gender neutral term and all I came up with is puppy, so now the idea of him saying "you're such a good puppy for me" has sent me into shambles oops) and will tell you you're taking him amazingly while you're giving him a bj and he's got one of his hands in your hair ohmygoodness--

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, living room, his car (don't ask)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

weirdly enough, it's the sounds that you make when you stretch because you moan whenever you do. Also the way your thighs, ass and hips look in certain pairs of pants and the way that you look when you're focused on something like cooking or reading or smth. He is a slut for how good you look when the domestic aspect of your shared lives is domesticing.

N- No (something they won't do)

anything to do with scat or watersports.

O - Oral (preference in giving or recieving, skill, etc.)

HE WOULD BE A FIEND. A F I E N D. A M U N C H . he loves giving head and eats you out like he's a man STARVED. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. oh my goodness.

He'd also like recieving but not as much as giving--giving head turns him on, getting it also turns him on but giving it turns him on more.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

depends! After a stressful day of work he might wanna be fast and rough, and then on less stressful days or periods of time where he's taken a few days off, he might want to take things slow so that he can appreciate how good you look when turned on again.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES THEM TO AN EXTENT--loves them when it's been a while and it's all either of you have time for. He doesn't prefer them because he loves it when you're not rushing to get to an orgasm but will totally have one if it's been two or three weeks and he misses how good it feels to be inside you.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He DEFINITELY is. Nothing like breathplay but if you brought up knifeplay he'd be interested. Wanna try pegging? Hell yeah! Just--nothing that would put you in significant danger.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can go for quite some time I feel like--a solid five or six rounds on even his worst weeks, maybe eight or nine on his best? He can also last around a half an hour before he cums usually.

T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably owns a vibrator to use on you, a dildo he wants to try on himself at first but then just...never does.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

when he's in the mood to tease, he'll tease you for hours on end. Also if he has the time he will, but he LOVES IT. Teasing you by wearing a particularly tight pair of pants or a compression shirt (he works out and I can't be told otherwise) is one of his favorite things to do when he has time off to use.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

not loud at all! Loud enough for you to hear him but not loud enough to drum up complaints. It's a lot of moans and some grunting--mostly grunting when he's being rough.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would LOVE how it feels to be pegged and edged

X - X-ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

He's MUSCLED in terms of his torso--in terms of his dick, it's long and thick and it fills you SO GOOD

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high! He wants you all the time and will want you with the drop of a hat if it's been long enough

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if you've gone for one round, it takes him at least two hours. Anything more than four, he's out within thirty minutes.

[hotchfiles]

Lari, I apologize in advance, but I really want to add to the discussion of writers supporting writers, because it makes my blood boil sometimes, lol, and I'm sorry if this gets long, and if i sound like a bitch but....

Okay, first off, interaction is important, period! Doesn't matter if you have no followers, if you are a writer with a few followers, or a writer with a lot of followers interaction is important, in every sense! And writers with a lot of followers should be VERY aware of that, because once upon a time, they were a smaller blog too, wishing for people to interact with their works.

Writers especially feed on the interaction, and especially seeing people's thoughts and opinions on their works, and that's where the comments and reblogs come into play!

One thing, that apparently, some big blogs seem to either forget, or not give a sh*t about anymore, because they are just too big now. People are interacting with their works, so they've made it, right? Wrong, because once again, your readers, and their interaction with your works made you big! So, instead of being high and mighty, return the favor by boosting the works you liked reading, written by smaller blogs! (Side note, I'm not hating on anyone, calling anyone out specifically, or etc. But I was a writer in another fandom once, and it was much the same, and it grated on my nerves then, and it's grating on my nerves now)

I was a writer that only used to like, when I was running my old blog, but on this one, reblog, reblog, reblog. Doesn't matter that I don't have a huge number of followers that can benefit from recs, I'm supporting the writer, and to me, that's the most important.

On the mutuals matter, I think you said it right. My works might not be my mutuals cup of tea, or theirs might not be mine. One thing i wanna add here, even if I have mutuals, who's works I don't read because x, y, z, every once in a while I'd reblog a work of theirs and be like "check out this person's works, they write great (character) fics". To me that's just a way to boost your moots, and who knows, maybe someone that follows you actually likes their works.

On indirectly being asked to read their stuff, I think there's nothing wrong with that, BUT! Like you said, if I'm going to support you, I'd expect you to support me too. It's not hard. I myself have asked others to read my works (on my old blog), but I've made sure to interact with them via asks, read and interact with their works, before and after asking! And not because I want to be transactional or anything, but because I genuinely enjoy their works, and asking them to read mine, yes, it might boost me up, but i just want to hear what some of my favorite writers think about something I've written. Later, those same people became my mutuals and I loved that we lifted each other up!

Finally, if some people aren't comfortable interacting, that's completely and totally fine!  What I wrote is for the writers, that honestly should know how tumblr and the community works, well enough to know that boosting people and interacting with people makes for a greater overall experience!

And to the anon that started this whole thing (if they are even reading this, lol), continue being supportive and interesting with the blogs you love, and the works you enjoy! If you still want to read the works of the writers you talked about, be a silent reader, lol. Like you said, they're doing fine! Devote your time and energy and interact with the people that will support you back, and are sweet and kind to you! And, be the person you are now, supportive, because it seems some writers tend to lose sight of where they came from when they grow, and to the ones that don't, you rock!

Again, I'm so sorry for this being so long, lol🥴 (also, if I'm being too bitchy, feel free to ignore and delete this, lol)

i dont even have anything to add you said it perfectly

i love that you mentioned the transaction part because YEAH its not about being a transaction or anything of the sort, its about being reciprocal, and treating others works like you want yours to be treated

i genuinely love reading and helping so i dont mind at all when people ask for me to do that, i just feel like that if you enjoy either my fics enough for that, i should be seeing you reblogging or commenting my fics and the people (really, people, it happens quite frequently) i mentioned just never ever ever reblogged or commented on any of it 😭

i honestly thought i was exaggerating it but it seems its been happening to a lot of writers so

please, writers (especially if you complain about comments and reblogs)

be reciprocal

[thedeb]

Hello there dear undertale au fandom despite the fact I'm taking a break from the fandom in hopes to be able to quit my fnafic will still continue.

If you have never seen my account or come across the fic I will include the first chapter here and the link to the fic on ao3 <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57182554 via @ao3org

Keep in mind this is my first ever fanfic so it won't be perfect but I will fix it as time goes by!

Third-person POV:

Let's start with a bit of a backstory y/n a normal person in their early adulthood life who has been living in one hell of a calm neighbourhood.

They inherited the house they currently live in from their grandparents, shocking how they gave the house to them and no one else well maybe they wanted the house intact for a few more years since y/n was not sure if it was in any other relatives' hands it would still even count as a house but y/n wasn't concerned about the reasoning they have been living there for some years now.

Their living area was far away from any distant or immediate family and they loved it to stay that way, they had already spent half of their life so far with them, their not going to live with them by constant meetings and contact since it would beat the whole purpose of moving out, buuutttt there was a bit of a problem with this house now you see there's this window that stares right into y/ns next door neighbours back yard very odd and uncomfortable but they didn't care after all that house has been on sale for ages at this point they should just count it as abandoned

And they were happy that no uncomfortable interactions were going to happen anytime soon

Right?

Well

It was as they thought until one day y/n was just laying down on their bed scrolling through social media, when they put their phone down and came back to reality they realised they missed a lot of noises coming from outside, noises that sounded specifically like heavy car or machines

They quickly got up and left their cave (room) to peek out from one of the house's many windows to see where these noises are coming from and why the hell would there be any type of heavy cars or machines near their house

As they peeked outside they were met with a massive heavy car in front of the house next to theirs

They paused why wouldn't they be informed about this wait no why would they even need to be informed on it, they thought:

"cool finally about time to give that dusty house the good old wrecking ball"

But, little did they know that their assumptions were more than wrong, as they kept on being nosy and peeking they spotted two skeletons in front of the house as people seemed to be loading the house with furniture y/n the thought:

"Wait is someone seriously moving into that old house? Or are people just getting all the stuff out to destroy? What are those two skeletons some Halloween decorations? No, I swear I saw them move maybe they're animatronics?"

Y/n just stood there staring and being a nosy neighbour and cooking up all types of possibilities&nbsp; in their head until they saw the skeletons walk, it took a long and confusing while for the realization to hit them like a train

"OH MONSTERS"

They screamed at themselves in their head.

The realization only occurred when y/n remembered that monsters have been living on the surface for a while now and a while we're talking about only 2 years, yes y/n did have to admit to themselves that 2 years is still a lot and bashed themselves for forgetting

But still, it was super weird seeing skeletons walk around, with no skin, you know...

Y/n then realised how creepy it was how their staring at these two monsters like a desperate ex trying to get someone back by stalking them, they icked at the idea then they decided to walk away from the window talking to themself:

"Well this will take some time to get used to.."&nbsp;

Well even though the monsters have been here for two years it still hasn't changed the fact that y/n has never met one close up or interacted with some to even live next to them, but they wonder .

"Why a neighbourhood that has old people in them...I mean by now monsters should know the most brutal racists and disrespectful people are these old people who think they're entitled to everything all because they soggy old meats of emoness"

Then they snap themselves out of it.

Present time

Y/n still hasn't interacted with the new unexpected neighbours all they do is go out for work and they do it quickly they waste no time to avoid any type of chance that will make them interact with the monsters, well the only reason y/n was avoiding them was because they where nervous they didn't trust themself to interact with these two they guess brothers would go well y/n was sure they will say some out of pocket things out of awkwardness and unfamiliarity..

But they ran into a problem, a BIG problem "Did I seriously forget?" They thought staring through the window that stares into the old house's backyard "Oh my God..." they say because that damn window is on top of the sink, the same sink that they use to wash their dishes and cook and this window wasn't tiny noooo their grandparents just needed to make it as long as possible "dear grandparents... I DON'T CARE WHAT TYPE OF FREAKY RELATIONSHIP YOU GUYS HAD WITH THE OLD NEIGHBOUR BUT THIS MASSIVE WINDOW IS WAY TOO MUCH" they fumed staring at the sink from far away as it was packed with dirty icky dishes .

Maybe it's time to become delusional like toxic religious people.

And this wasn't to be quick no... because y/n didn't have a dishwasher, they were too broke for all that money, so they just stood there like a lunatic staring at the sink like it murdered all their family members.

Yeaahhhhh...yippeeee this plan of avoiding their new neighbours is going to fail horribly .

How perfect

[cyandreamsinwords]

Cut and Run — Pt 6 (BoaWT AU)

Again, none of this is cannon to the main fic, I just like to self indulge. (2.1k)

Now also on Ao3

Link to the main fic here

A/N: I'm finally wrapping this AU up! There will be one more part after this, and that should be later this week.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 • Pt 7

Perhaps the most unexpected result of bringing Harry back with him was how it had brought out his daughter’s voice. Lyra had been a fairly quiet child since Sirius had gone to retrieve her, but after the few days it took for Harry to settle into a routine with them, that borderline concerning silence was gone, and he realized she was capable of great amounts of noise and trouble.

As the two kids loudly chased after one another, playing the world’s smallest circle of tag, Sirius and Remus watched over them with a smile. “I think,” Sirius said with some amusement, “when the heat has died down, we will need to get on finding these two a proper backyard in which they can run and scream to their hearts content. Maybe a farm with a pen we could corral them into.”

“I think that should be sooner rather than later,” Remus agreed, a smile playing at his lips. “Maybe then each round of this game of theirs wouldn’t be over every few seconds.” Though, it didn’t seem to bother them, as their enthusiasm did not die each time one of them caught the other.  

But both men could see problems arising sooner or later with this set up of theirs. They were content for the moment, but what about a month from now? Or a year? Sirius loved to see his daughter's confidence grow, but with that may come discontent with their current situation. When the children weren’t chasing one another, they could be found peering out the window, making stories up of what they saw in the distance. What happened when they wanted to go see what was there for themselves? When they were older and bold enough to open the door themselves? Sirius wouldn’t even be able to blame them, this was torture for him as well. 

Remus leaned onto his elbows, slouching over the table and staring off thoughtfully. He looked so much older now than when they had graduated, like he was an entirely new man, yet oddly the same. The bags under his eyes didn’t seem to be weighing him down anymore and that worry he often expressed to him didn’t show as prominently on his face as it had when he first turned up. Sirius was so lost in the thought of just how much his friend had changed in their years apart, and then again in the short span of their reunion that what he said at first didn’t register with him, and he had to hum a request for him to repeat himself. 

“I said, I think I found a place,” Remus repeated. “I've been out scouting. There are areas not looked in on by the ministry or any wizarding agency over in the west. They’re remote, even by muggle standards. The area I found doesn’t get much in terms of typical muggle news, let alone our sort’s stuff, so there’s potential we could actually interact with the people there. To an extent.” 

“Someplace warm?”

“At times. Someplace safe and private—“

“And there’s nowhere safe and private that is warm all the time?” 

Remus leveled him with an unamused look that he did not back down from. “You are not in a position to be picky, Sirius.” As he rolled his eyes, Remus sighed heavily. “It doesn’t have to be forever. It would probably be smart to move around a few times if this doesn’t resolve itself any time soon. I’m working on it, so this would just be a start. But I think it’s safe enough now to move, and this place I found, you wouldn’t have to learn a new language—”

“So America—“

“Which means you’d stick out less than you would elsewhere. It’d be an easier transition—“

“I speak multiple languages, you know this Moony—“

“But Lyra and Harry don’t.”

He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling his wants losing to rationality. “….where is it?”

They made the move not long after that, on the darkest night of the month, without the moon in the sky to guide them. Remus had gone on ahead to scout the area one last time and move their stuff in (the entirety of their life here fit in one singular trunk) and leaving only the kid’s stuffed animals to carry. One of them had just momentarily posed the question if those too should be packed and shipped away, but was quickly met with heavy opposition by the youngest of them. Harry had grown quite protective over his brand-new stuffed deer Remus had picked up for him, and Lyra, out of solidarity, had begun to cry and cling to Jumper the frog, pleading they get to keep them. It was an overly melodramatic event. 

“You’ll like it there,” Sirius told Harry as he buttoned up Lyra’s little jacket before they went. The little boy was the most curious about their move, as he was about most things it seemed. Never made a complaint, but always questioning. He’d too settled into a far more lively child then when he first arrived, and interacted easily with both him and Remus after watching Lyra lead the way. “Moony says there’s two rooms and a loft, and lots and lots of outdoor space for the two of you to play in. It’ll be very nice for the lot of us.”

“Is it big?”

“Remus says it’s bigger than here. You’re short though, so I’m sure it’ll be massive to you.”

“Do we get our own beds?”

“Eventually. You’ll probably still spend a few nights tucked into one, but the plan is to get you both your own in the next week or so.”

“Did you find a house with a dragon in it?” Lyra excitedly asked, referring to an earlier conversation about her own housing requirements. 

“No, I got you a Harry,” he pointed at the boy, who’s mouth had dropped open and eyes went wide at the idea.

“Harry doesn’t breathe fire!”

“Just you wait till he hits puberty.” The two shared a confused look, unfamiliar with the word.

“It’s okay if you couldn’t find one,” Lyra comforted sweetly, patting his hand. 

Sirius smiled as he took the sides of her coat to shake her wildly, making her giggle with delight. “Oh, you think so, is that it? Maybe I couldn’t hire one who thought they could handle such a sassy little girl! If I don’t get my tropical beach house, you don’t get your dragon!” Harry smiled even wider too as she laughed louder and louder, and held out the edges of his coat to Sirius to button and shake him as well. 

It wasn’t snowing in England when they left the run-down shack they’d called home these last few months, but as they arrived at the new hideout Remus had picked for them it was. The crunch of it beneath their boots could be heard as each man stumbled carefully through the dark towards the door, a child in each of their arms. The blanket of it was laid thick, and trudging through it was the best workout Sirius had received in an age. They’d found themselves deep in the woods, large trees towering above them, only the twinkle of far off stars as lights above. It was so dark, the frame of the house was barely visible at all and only became real once they put they stepped foot on the porch. 

“You just had to have us move during a blizzard, didn’t you?” Sirius grumbled as Remus unlocked the door and let them all in. “Had to be sure I’d be properly miserable getting here.”

“The snow will cover our tracks,” Remus argued. 

“Why not try and beat the storm then? Would have still covered them!”

“Well I had to be sure you’d be properly miserable, didn’t I?” He placed Harry on one end of the couch, pointing his wand toward the fireplace to light it, illuminating the place. Harry jumped at the suddenness of it, mesmerized and in awe. 

Sirius walked the perimeter, running his hand over the slanted walls, taking in the A shape of the house. “Did you pick a place that’s all roof, Moony?” Lyra’s little hand reached out too, and he shifted her closer so she could touch as well.

“The slant of the roof makes the snow fall off it,” he grumbled, adding a few more logs to the fire before walking towards the back. 

Sirius groaned. “There’s specialized roofs for that? You chose the snowiest place on earth, didn’t you!” Lyra began to pat his back, the way he would for her when she gets upset. 

“Kitchen and the living room down here in the main area. One bedroom here—and here.” Remus swung both doors open to reveal each in turn. He circled back out, reaching up to grab a rung of the stairs up to the second level. “Loft above us. It gets a tad restrictive up there, just as a heads up.”

“Good thing we have short kids,” Sirius murmured, taking a look again.

“I figured I could take it. Since I spend the least amount of time here.”

“Do you really want to be ducking all the time? You spend half your time with us anyway.”

“Which is half as much as you all. Besides, these stairs are too steep and have gaps, the kids can’t climb these.”

“I can!” Harry claimed, rushing toward them to prove himself. 

Remus smiled, coming to stand, hands out as he climbed. “Yeah, now try that when you’re tired, which you apparently aren’t.”

Sirius let the subject of their sleeping arrangements go as he wasn’t sure where he was going with what he was trying to say anyway. “Well, I think this should do. I guess.” Lyra’s head rested against his shoulder, and he could feel her sagging heavily in his arms. “How about we get these two to bed and unpack a little.”

“I’m not tired,” Harry said excitedly, kicking his feet from the top of the stairs. “Can I unpack with you?”

“How about you go check out the rooms and pick out which one you and Lyra are staying in,” Remus said, lifting him back down. “Then you can get your stuffies settled in and by then you’ll be tired enough to sleep.” 

Lyra didn’t rush off after him as he ran toward the back, darting between both to pick which one, and was absolutely no help in pulling out bedding or setting the room up for the night. 

Harry ran back out after some time, holding his hands out to Lyra. “I can put Jumper to bed now! It’s ready!”

She grumbled and groaned, already mostly asleep in his arms, but still unwilling to part with her stuffed animal. “Go get in your pajamas and I’ll put the both of them to bed,” he told Harry, ruffling his hair. 

With unreasonable amounts of energy, Harry ran off to grab his pjs, while Sirius grabbed Lyra’s, and pulled the ragdoll into them. When he finally laid her down, she was fully asleep and out of it. 

Harry came running back in, jumping on the bed with a wide and excited smile. “Careful,” Remus warned. “Don’t wake Lyra.”

“This place is so cool!” he said excitedly, bobbing up and down. “There’s so much room to play!”

“Yeah, and even better—” Sirius in. “There’s even more outside. We can go check it out tomorrow.”

Harry’s eyes were about as wide as his smile. “I’m so glad we moved here,” he gasped.

With both kids now settled under the covers, and Harry’s eyes finally starting to droop, the two adults left the room, turning off the light and half shutting the door. A knot of anxiety being separated by walls and doors from his kid started to settle in Sirius, having only slept and existed in the same room together since their reunion.

“They’ll be okay,” Remus assured him, hand on his shoulder. “This is how it’s supposed to be.”

That sad part of Sirius thought mournfully this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. James and Lily are supposed to be here, we’re not meant to be in hiding. They should be safe, but instead I’m going to sit up and worry that someone may crawl through the window and steal it all away from me again.

Yet, James and Lily weren’t here, and they were in hiding, and none of them were really safe. But they were together, and that was a better position than they were in at the beginning of the year. And now in an actual house with walls and space to grow, and that was even better than just yesterday. 

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat, easing away the uncomfortable ache. “Everything will be alright.”

[junkshop-disco]

Just posted a new chapter so what better time for a fic meme. Tagged by @magicalrocketships but idk if I have any better screen grabs than theirs.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

38, which makes the average word count completely ridiculous.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,048,397. Average word count 27,589. Brevity, I don't know her.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Downton Abbey, Fate the Winx Saga, Good Omens currently.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Honeysuckle Arch

Learning to Speak the Language of Flowers

An Equal and Opposite Reaction

Instalments

The Could in People

Whenever I look at the stats, I'm taken aback at just how skewed my sense of which fics are the most popular is. Because I would not have guessed some of these at all.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I am--at heart--a deeply anxious squirrel masquerading as a person and any sort of interaction with people I don't know well can sometimes be too much for me to handle. When my anxiety is bad, I imagine that every single comment will be about how shit my writing is and what an awful person I am, so I can't read them right away, let alone reply. I have to work up to them and do a couple at a time and I always intend to reply but sometimes, weeks/months/years pass without me feeling up to it and then it feels too awkward. Right now my anxiety is much better thanks to lots of medication and some pretty hefty life changes, so I'm more able to engage with them like a vaguely normal person, but sometimes if I have a bad week, opening the comment box to reply 'thanks! Glad you liked it' makes me feel like James Bond sitting nose to nose with an armed bomb. I do hold onto comments, though. I screen grab ones that really resonated and re-read them when I feel down. They mean a great deal to me, even if I can't always say so in a timely fashion.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's definitely a Merlin fic, possibly Doubt Creeps In? That whole thing is pretty angsty and there's no real resolution. I wrote a few angsty endings in Merlin fic.

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

Idk that I've ever written truly happy ending. I've written cute endings, give-them-a-break endings, but I don't know if I'd describe any of them as happy. I don't tend to go in for them. Nothing winds me up more than an epilogue with a pasted on happy ending. I have been known to hurl a book across the room.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't for a while but I used to when I wrote HP fic. My favourite ever was 'you should be flayed for writing this. I hope you die.' I still laugh when I think about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. All kinds? I have written the odd fade to black in my time and also the most unremitting filth in all flavours of vanilla to kinky.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a handful. Back on LJ I wrote a Merlin/Twilight crossover where Edward and Merlin team up to fight evil vampire unicorns who can only be killed by virgins singing at them until they explode.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Tbh I just feel sad for the people who do it. It seems like a very hollow way to do fandom.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep. And podficced! It's always nice.

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

I've done a few Big Bangs and other events where I collaborated with someone and it's always one of my favourite things to do. I've also co-written some... stuff on anon, which we're not going to talk about 👀

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Can anyone pick just one? Like Hotel California, I check out but I never leave. I am still here for Mulder and Scully, Mal and Inara, Tara and Willow, Giles and Jenny, Bradley and Colin, Merlin and Gwaine, Nick and Harry and Niall, Isak and Even, Remus, Lily, Sirius and Tonks, Crowley and Aziraphale, Thomas and Richard, Ed and Stede, Farah and Saul. The ships I love never leave me and picking a favourite would make me sad.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

If I'm posting it, it will get finished. I have a couple of things languishing on my hard drive that may never see the light of day, like a Thomas in LA fic post DA2, but I can't not finish things.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A commitment to the bit? An unwavering belief there's never a bad time for banter? An unfailing devotion to poking people's bruises?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

See above.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Would attempt only in a comedy situation where getting it wrong was the point.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Firefly. The first one I posted in was HP though, rip.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Saying I'm fond of all of them would be such a cop out, wouldn't it? In truth, my favourite is usually the one I'm currently writing, so let's say Sum of the In-between Things. It's morphed so far from what I intended it to be and I have literally no idea if I can stick the landing on it, but I've genuinely had a blast writing it, and that's the point, isn't it?

Tagging: @septemberrie @myalchod and @magnolia822!

[hhoneyglasss]

enter: TANTALUS

notes: long time no see ! sry i hvn't been posting much, end of the year for school has been a little rough. however, the recent quinn-athon gave me quite a few ideas ! so, this is the one i ended up finishing first, and i also hv a fic that has just sam and quinn during their convo bcuz i wish we could've seen more of it. that should be done soon, hopefully.

i'd like to mention that my interpretation of quinn prior to the quinn-athon was v different than what he actually ended up being like; the same goes for my interpretation of his and darlin's relationship. that interpretation hasn't changed; i'm gonna keep writing him how i've been writing him, although i might add a little more edge.

also him being british... i'm going to ignore that bcuz i'm still in denial. let me grieve.

also also ophelia is darlin's friend that was attacked by quinn (she's mentioned in here twice). there's an artwork of her u can find on my masterlist.

pov: third person omniscient (quinn leaning)

pairings: past romantic relationship w/ darlin'/quinn

word count: 1.3k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47247202

!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! severe and graphic gore, self-inflicted injury, and purposeful mental torture. if any of these topics are triggering to u, please proceed with caution or do not interact with this work.

reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33

Darlin’ is standing in front of interrogation room 3B, eyes locked on the bolted door. Their living nightmare sits inside of the room, their presence unbeknownst to him—at least for now. 

They nod to the guard standing beside them, their fingers wrapping tighter around the long, silver knife in their right hand as he unlocks the door. He pushes it open and nods to them again before stepping away. They enter Quinn’s arena. 

Him and his chair are turned towards the one-sided mirror hanging on the opposite wall, but the blindfold around his eyes has him catching their scent instead. A scent so sweet his mouth waters, and his fangs extend ever so slightly, the razor points poking into the flesh of his mouth. 

He laughs at their entrance, an awful sound that echoes throughout the wide room. They resist the urge to flinch even as the large metal door slams shut behind them—they stand their ground and take a deep breath before walking towards him. 

His arms and legs are bound to the chair with thick metal braces, and white ropes are wrapped around them. Along with the blindfold, another restraint is strapped to his face, a silver grill over his mouth. 

It’s a muzzle. 

They resist a laugh as they remove the blindfold from his face, the knife now placed on his lap. Their hands wrap around his face before sliding into his hair, and the low groan that falls from his lips vibrates through their fingertips. They untie the cloth, even though they know why it’s there—to prevent him from Trancing them. 

But they know he won’t do that, that would be too easy—it takes all the fun out of it if they’re forced to obey him. 

Quinn believes it’s much more amusing for them to willingly, and they know this. 

They don’t look away when his piercing, silvery eyes meet theirs. They don’t look away when the crimson flecks seem to slice through their skin. 

Beneath the muzzle, he smiles at this. Their hands return to the sides of his face and he leans into them, something akin to a purr coming from his throat. He thanks them for letting him see that beautiful face of theirs, and he asks how they’ve gotten more gorgeous since the last time he saw them. They don’t answer.  

They move away from him and pick up the knife, both hands clasped around the hilt as they raise it above their head. Quinn remains silent even as they drive the knife towards his skull. 

But they stop right before it can pierce bone—he knew they would. 

They instead step back and cup the knife’s blade in their left palm. They still stare at him, their gaze cold. 

They ask, “Do you remember the night you attacked Ophelia?” 

“I do. How could I forget?” 

They smile slightly. “Then do you remember when you were pleading for me to stay?” 

The smile leaves Quinn’s face, and he doesn’t respond. 

Darlin’ places their hands on his neck. “I’ll take your silence as a yes. I remember, Quinn.

  “I remember how your arms were wrapped desperately around my waist, and you were sobbing into my stomach. Skin washed red by my blood, and your knees digging into the dirt as you cried and begged for me to run away with you. To leave Ophelia dead and gone in the mud so we could get away from here and everything could go back to the way it was before.”

Their grip on his neck tightens. “You were on your knees and whining for me like a dog.” 

They hold onto his muzzle and lower themself in front of him, their face mere inches from him. “Tell me: who’s the mutt now?” 

They lean away and place the knife back onto their left palm. They sink the blade in, rich blood pooling in their hand when the skin finally splits. They drop the knife onto the floor, and the clatter of metal against concrete sounds like a gunshot. 

As soon as the scent of their blood hits his tongue, Quinn lunges forward, the braces and ropes creaking from his body pushing against them. His teeth are bared now, a deep growl tearing from him. 

They lean over him and squeeze their hand into a fist, the blood dripping down onto his jeans and shirt. A drop of their ambrosia hits the bare skin of his palm, and he swears he’s going to crawl out of his own body if it means he can get to it. 

Darlin’ lets their blood drip onto him for a few moments more before they smear it on their other hand and cup his face again. They undo the straps of the muzzle and push it to the floor, and a strangled scream leaves Quinn. His breathing is heavy, labored, and sweat drips down his forehead. Darlin’ smiles down at him, and you could almost mistake the look in their eyes for love if you weren’t paying attention. 

But Quinn is paying attention, and he knows exactly what that look means. 

Fear grips him, yet he doesn’t even try to move away from them. They’ve pulled him into their gravity, and he’s captured in their orbit. He sees the event horizon now as their fingertips trace his features, their eyes finally landing on his lips. 

He furrows his brows at their actions, then moans when their fingers enter his mouth, the taste of their blood enough to make his eyes roll back in his head and fall shut. Darlin’ lets him drink until he opens his eyes again, and they move their fingers to grip his fangs. 

They kiss the top of his nose once before they smile again, and Quinn finds himself breathless. He plans on asking if he can taste them again, but he doesn’t get the chance when they start to pull on his fangs. Quinn chokes, a gargled sound of surprise, then agony as the roots holding the teeth to his gums begin to snap. 

He starts to scream, but Darlin’ doesn’t react as they continue to pull. They pull and pull and pull until the teeth are ripped out, and blood pours onto his shirt. He’s yelling now, but his words are warped from their hands in his mouth. 

They toss the detached teeth aside, ignoring the clatter whence they hit the floor. They move to his bottom fangs and begin to tug, the teeth almost immediately giving into their strength, the action easier now that they had practice. 

They don’t move away from him, their eyes fixed on his as they watch him writhe in his bindings. He chokes on his own blood, pitiful howls of agony escaping his bloodied mouth, yet he refuses to try to push them away. He instead pulls them closer with what bodily freedom he has left, his neck stretching towards their body as he looks up at them. 

They turn from him and he cries, tears falling from his eyes for the first time since that bloody night with Ophelia. Darlin’ walks around the room, their palms pressed against the grey walls and mirror as they stain the paint and glass red. 

Quinn’s screams louden as the scent of their heavenly blood presses down on him from all directions, the pressure enough to rip the air from his lungs. Darlin’ walks back towards him and grips his face, forcing him to look up at himself in the blood streaked mirror. 

“Maybe you were right–you do look dashing in blood,” they whisper into his ear. He shivers. 

They begin towards the door, ignoring his pleads for them to not leave him. Before they grab the handle and step through, they turn to him one final time and repeat the same words he said to them the last time they refused to stay. 

“Keep barking, dog. No one will hear you now.” 

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A Quick Overview Of Why You Should Vote For TsubaKuro

@homoerotic-shonen-rival-showdown

Look I know CatAdora is going to sweep because they're fucking CatAdora. But why not consider a ship you've never heard of instead?

At the very least, read this if you've never seen She-Ra, because if you're going to vote based on second-hand knowledge, you should at least vote based on second-hand knowledge about both sets of characters.

And by secondhand knowledge, I mean I'm going to post dialogue straight off of the wiki. I'll try my best to include context, but it'll be short since I wanna focus on the stars of this poll.

The most important context is that Len'en is a bullet hell game, and thus for most of the on-screen time, people are going to be fighting.

Reason 1: Kuroji is always going on about being inferior to Tsubakura.

(Note: The Tsubakura here is a fake Tsubakura. Still, Kuroji hadn't realized it at this point so their response is genuine.)

Tell me there's a heterosexual explanation for this. I mean, you're allowed to interpret Tsubakura and Kuroji's genders in a way that would make them straight, but even if they're straight, that still doesn't make them straight.

(Note: Yabusame is a mutual friend of theirs and works with Tsubakura at the shrine you'll see talked about in these dialogues.)

(Note: Saragimaru is someone Kuroji blackmailed into doing their bidding because they're an asshole. This is a section of the game where KuroSara and YabuTsuba fought because the game creator didn't have enough slots to fill in all 6 stages otherwise, and a bullet hell game's gotta have 6 stages right? This isn't a critique I love all the duo attacks, themes, and character interactions that came out of this arrangement.)

(Note: Shion is a newborn youkai made up out of many souls that got entrusted to YabuTsuba after the third game.)

Reason 2: Kuroji vagues Tsubakura even when they're not around.

(Note: "black" here is used because Kuroji has kinda black hair and Tsubakura wears mostly black. I assume it's more natural in Japanese.)

(Note: Shou and Lumen are boss enemies in the second game.)

Reason 3: Witty banter

(Note: "The dumb one" is Yabusame.)

(Note: This is after Tsubakura said that Kuroji is actually a good person sometimes. You'll see that bit of dialogue later.)

Reason 4: Tsubakura has praise for Kuroji too!

(Note: This is YabuTsuba's bad ending for the third game. I actually forgot to include this in my submission! Anyway, the joke is that Tsubakura died but got brought back to life by a magic flower, and everyone is acting like they're still dead for the bit.)

(Note: Jinbei is the familiar of the shrine YabuTsuba work at. They help out with various duties.)

Reason 5: This Conversation

This time I'm going to give the context beforehand, since this conversation is a bit long. Some dialogue for the upcoming Len'en game was released a year ago, to give us a teaser. This dialogue consists of two characters, NiLU and Tom, going over the dialogue for the first game for the sake of information gathering.

Mainly it's just an excuse to have the dialogue from previous games in there at all (since it's a mobile game that the creator plans on using as an entry point for people that are interested in his series).

You remember from before when Kuroji said something like "You always, always surpass me"? This is the reaction to that.

Reason 6: I dunno where to put these two interview questions so they're going here:

Some Fanfic Recommendations:

This is mostly so you can experience the same thing that the runner of the poll did when I sent them a submission. Remember, these are not a reflection of canon. They are, however, fics I like (yes I know one of them is mine, that's because I'm proud of it).

Typhoon Commute by Nobelium

The Next Step by Nobelium

I Kept It Warm For You by FatalYeet

Only A Fool by MagicalMelancholy

[ultfreakme]

Who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them...

Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi Anon!! Hope you're doing well! OOOOH this is a tough one, I have so many ships I enjoy, I think I change pairings and find new ones every few months. But if I had to pick........

AkaFuri (Akashi x Furihata from Kuroko No Basuke): I've shipped them the longest, I'm pretty sure my writing got better through writing and researching for fics of the ship. I also transitioned from traditional to digital drawing through drawing this ship, so yay it's them! I love them because Furihata was someone Akashi and everyone underestimated but Furihata defied everyone's expectations, conquered his fears and managed to stand up against him. Kuroko and the Seirin basketball team changed Akashi's opinions and made him see everyone as equals, but Furihata sorta kickstarted that.

ItaJun (Itadori x Junpei from Jujutsu Kaisen): I actually shipped them back when JJK was first airing! So that's three years with them dear god. I made a post about them but to summarize, I love the potential they had & loved how they clicked together!

Zukka (Zuko x Sokka from Avatar The Last Airbender): This one's relatively new but they got me obsessed enough to write a 300k word for for them and made me go on an unstoppable and frankly unhealthy drawing spree for months (I have a callous on my hand...unsure if it's because of just them but they definitely didn't help). I love their dynamic, they play off each other well, make up for each other's weaknesses and their interactions are always funny to watch. They're very cute to me.

JonJay/JayJon (Jon Kent x Jay Nakamura from DC Comics): A CANON COUPLE!!! They're very adorable and I enjoyed watching the way they helped each other get to their goals in their introduction comic as a couple(Superman Son of Kal El). Watching Superman be bi and have an Asian bf was just, very inspiring. The way Jon's heroism and ideals are defined by Jay's ideals is so cool.

I have a lot more which I can put as honorable mentions: Korrasami (The Legend of Korra), SatoSugu(Jujutsu Kaisen), Stucky (the Captain America Trilogy was awesome and the only part I like from the MCU), KiriBaku(I think I'm pretty much over them now unless I get back into BNHA), Calliette(bring back First Kill please please PLEASE), XiCheng(Jiang Cheng x Lan Xichen from MDZS), BingQiu & MoShang (both from Scum Villain Self-Saving system).

These are the ones I remember. There's probably some crucial formative ship for me that I'm missing but rn I think this is it.

My qualifications for being obsessed with a ship are:

HAS to be gay

They should be complementary in some way

The franchise they come from needs to have a plot that isn't their relationship, but their relationship, or just the character's motivation is sorta woven into the overarching theme of the story. Example; In AkaFuri, Furihata is instrumental in defeating Akashi and his team because Furihata isn't there to exactly take down Akashi. He CAN'T. But if he works with everyone else on his team, he stands a chance and can make a difference. The ultimate theme of KNB is that we should value friendship, teammates and should lift each other up rather than view the world as enemies to defeat. Korra and Asami are seemingly polar opposite with Korra being a representative of spirits while Asami is a representative of human technological advancement. TLOK is about harmony between these two aspects of the world, and Korrasami's relationship is a representation of that. I think pretty much all my ships can work like that (Jiang Cheng is too cynical, never lets anyone close and is prone to conflict, Lan Xichen is too trusting and too complicit, never wanting conflict and therefore not really confronting anything and BOTH of these flaws of theirs are to their detriment, etc etc).

I think I like ships which I can use to examine the themes of the main story, and see how the union of two people could influence the meaning of the canon.

And, I'll be honest, it's also about how aesthetic they are together and how good the smut potential is. It's shipping in the end, and I can write thousand-word meta essays but also be going gaga over their smut lmao.

Hope this was an adequate reply!! Also please don't apologize, I hadn't answered this before I think? haha i keep forgetting what i write.

[ventiffy]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ♡ PT.4

EHEH *cries* GUESS WHO GOT THEIR *beep* PERIOD.... MEE! *cries again* ANYWAYS HERE IS pt.4 OF I FORGOT, jk, "The alliance that bounds us together"

FOR NEW PEOPLE, YES IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE TAGS NOR SEEN THE HEADER (picture above).THIS. IS. A. DOTTORE FIC BC I LOVE HIM UGGH.. before any Dottore hater comes in my replies saying I shouldn't write these fics since they ship the reader with a HORRIBLE person... go away. Your comment doesn't compete with my love for him ever since his unhinged little self came into the manga. I read the manga before playing the game and so basically ever since I started playing genshin, even though he never appeared in game he was my fav character (AND I KNOW HIS LORE, IVE READ EVERY SINGLE ARTICLE THAT REVEALS SOME OF HIS LORE, I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM)--(plus my post don't appear when at your home page so u either 1 follow me or looked at the tags so, you asked to see something like this- RANT OVER -

WARNINGS: should've put this for the last one BUT Dottore is named as "Zandik", mention of Pantalone (This shouldn't be a warning, just that I'm not going to put Pantalone in the tags cuz, this fic isn't about him so like why should I do that? MENTION OF TORTURE... NOT IN THE WAY YOU WOULD THINK THOUGH- READER IS AGED UP, SCHOOL = SOMETHING LIKE UNIVERSITY IDK- NOT PROOFREAD FOR NOW BECAUSE IM IN TOO MUCH PAIN, mention of the word : heck and hell

Summary: Just look at the part plz, this intro is getting too long-

You came back home safely. It felt as you went on a normal walk although, you had a particular destination that was not related to school at all. To you it felt just like a normal walk but instead of merely walking alone, you were with somebody to which you could interact with!

You decided to go on Zandik s' account, you remember not seeing any post, instead he only got tagged by accounts that you didn't care much about. The reason why they appeared on post/tagged was basically out of honor of sort. Heck, the Snezhnayan government even mentioned him on their post about how some particular doctor of theirs had figured a discovery that they'll look into professionally. Theirs? What did they mean by theirs? Did Zandik work for them. Already, you heard how the training to just become a soldier there was torture. Huh, good for him then. He was able to go through the stress of becoming a Doctor at the most demanding Akademiya AND he was able to put up with straight up torture the training gave him. You knew people were serious when they said you'll most likely die at the trainings then when you're actually at war. The Fatui had to set up their own healing buildings near their departments due to how many soldiers get ALMOST fatally injured. But yet, you found it weird. Neither did being a trainee in the Fatui nor did being a student at Sumeru Akademiya give you any breaks, so how did he manage to accomplish both and succeed further on. He looked young, possibly in his twenties. So, he couldn't really graduate and go straight to the Fatui. Since, trainings take 3 months to do since soldiers have to get to go in their camps in their group.

They take about a week if their lucky to walk to a certain destination in the middle of nowhere, yet they also have to go through the heavy snow, the icy wind while wearing a uniform almost made for the summer. They also have to go through storms on flat terrains which end in to soldiers getting electrocuted, through avalanches if their route makes them go by the edge of mountains during a storm. Then they get to site, yet you also have to know they are carrying all of their materials, even whatever they'll use as shelter and food to which they have to unpack and build on whatever terrain was given to them, whether it's bumpy or not, they decide whether they want to sleep in their sweaty uniform in a somewhat secured space or outside during maybe storms since that is the most frequent disaster experienced on a daily basis by the land of Snezhnaya itself.

After that torture, the next day they'll have to wake up early, most soldiers in training get 5 hours of sleep at that time. And then, for about more then two months wit their commander they'll have to go on expedition all while going through courses such as going on one without wearing any form of shoes or socks, they'll have to use weapons against enemy camps. If they get hurt, they have to wait to get healed only after they get back to camp, which leads to infections. They are forced to swim through cold lakes in the early morning when the temperatures are at their coldest. So on and so on.

So basically, now you kind of had an idea that one maybe he didn't work at all. But, on that particular post, they mentioned "past soldier" then they tagged his "@". And, you can't really join before the time you're officially an adult so basically older than 18 years of age. You decided that nothing really peeked your interest so you decided to see who was following him.

Huh.

How?

How was a harbinger following him if he was some random Fatui soldier? Was it usual for the 9th to follow all sorts of Fatui soldiers..? Maybe the ones he trains..? No, the 9th doesn't train since he doesn't fight...

Maybe the one who takes the 9th place of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, used to be a Student at that Akademiya. Both of them looked around the same age and both of them were smart enough to be at least decent at that school. But, wasn't there a rumour that Pantalone grew up poor, the fees of that school have a price that not just anybody can afford, unless they have a scholarship. But only those seen as "average" get them.

But, although the possibilities were rare... Could Zandik and Dottore be the same person all at once?

It would make sense though since, Zandik only said he went to the Akademiya. He never said if he graduated from it though. And Dottore has is past sort of well known to those whose work has been somewhat related to his. Now most people know that he was expelled from that Akademiya for his inhuman experiments but, one of the higher harbingers, supposedly the first, gave him the opportunity to continue testing those blasphemous theories of his.

But, it was late. You didn't want to ask him any questions. Maybe you'll ask him tomorrow at his lab.

Me reading this is in like one year wondering what the hell was I doing:

Y'all reading the end basically realizing I did a cliff hanger once again (maybe on the verge on blocking (MAYBE unfollowing - 😒) me for being lazy and not writing the end bc I write right before sleeping-:

YEAH UHH adding memes at the end of my posts is definitely something I'll start doing more because it's fun. *cries in cramp pain* I MAY START AN AO3 WHERE I UPLOAD ALL THE CHAPTERS OF THIS FIC- ANYWAYS BYEEE-

[sunflwryu]

hello my readers, it's yumi here!

i'm not sure if anyone will read this (feel free to move on from this post if you'd like without spreading negativity), but i wanted to be honest to anyone who stumbles on my blog, and for my moots who might be wondering where i am.

whatever response i get to this, so be it, i'm just saying my piece, my thoughts and what i've been feeling for a while now rather than keeping it inside like i normally do. i'm tired of always contemplating on whether i should post how i feel on my blog, tired of feeling like an annoying whiny bother if i post anything at all besides my writings, tired of being afraid of what people might think of me or what they might say to me after, because i've seen how other authors are treated when they say their piece.

i hope you can understand if you do decide to read it.

i think unknowingly, i started measuring my writings' worth based on the interactions they get, as in comments and reblogs with tags or text. it's not anyone's fault, no one owes me interaction just like i don't owe anyone fics, but maybe because it felt so good to get so much interaction at the beginning of my blog that nowadays, i just compare what interaction i get now to what i did then.

i mean, that first sunoo fic i wrote got so much, and it still remains my most popular work, amazingly enough. it's not that i'm ungrateful, because i'm grateful to get reads, reblogs, likes, and it's not that i'm begging for interaction, because that's not what i'm doing either. i'd rather have people naturally interact if they want to, because i don't want someone to force themselves to give me feedback.

it's just that, i got my expectations set so high from my initial success of this blog, on certain works, that now that i don't get as much feedback or comments about how people feel on my more recent fics in comparison to what i got back then, especially seeing that many people still read and like my works and follow me, i feel naturally disheartened. and then whenever i try to write something new, another draft, it's like nothing i ever write will be better than that sunoo fic, will give a better shock value in its plot twist than the one in that hyunjin fic...and when i see other authors get loads of interaction, especially smut ones, i just feel disappointed in myself even though it's not my fault and it's not theirs either.

maybe it's because i write in a niche genre, maybe because i refuse to write extreme violent yanderes, maybe because i don't write explicit content, maybe because i can't commit to writing a longer, multi-chaptered fic, maybe because i'm not so involved into k-pop as i used to when i was younger so i'm out of touch with most things, maybe because i don't know how to interact with my readers other than responding to them, maybe because i come off unapproachable, or all those things combined? it's just, i don't want to source my works' worth, even my worth based on tumblr anymore, because that's killed all my fun, all the enjoyment i got out of writing, because i only criticize myself more when i look at those numbers and my own and compare myself to others. i just keep thinking there's something wrong with what i'm doing, with my writing, with myself and my choices on my boundaries, when there's nothing wrong and i shouldn't criticize on myself because of my personal, reasonable boundaries.

maybe it's just because of how almost everything has been pretty shit for me for the past few years and getting progressively, exceptionally worse, because of how i started to hyperfocus on this blog, on writing, since it was one of the only good things in my life. i guess eventually i started getting this taste of bitterness for this blog, for writing, which definitely was largely influenced by the shit i'm going through now and also for what i've said earlier, with how i killed my enjoyment for writing by myself because of comparison, because of how i let the circumstances outside tumblr ruin everything, but yeah...i just put a lot of unrealistic expectations on it and they were bound to fall through at some point anyways.

that's just how change is...i don't have much time anymore to think of ideas, to write like i used to, and i know i have to focus on doing what's best for me, which isn't this blog right now, as much as i want to continue writing, to rediscover that love i had for it in the beginning.

perhaps sharing my writing on a public blog like this isn't for me...

...so it's safe to say that regardless of what interactions i get after this post, i won't be writing or posting anything new anymore, at least not on tumblr publicly, at least not until i feel like it again, which could be many months, a few days, or even never. it might've been obvious because of my inactivity since september, but i guess i just wanted to say it more officially for those who have been expecting, waiting, if any at all, and to actually say it officially for myself as well, so i don't have to keep getting mad at myself for not posting anything, for not writing anything, for not working on the requests in my inbox.

thank you for reading and supporting me as always. :))

(i hope this post doesn't make it seem that i don't appreciate you all, because i do. i just wanted to share my feelings, and i was tired of not saying anything about my feelings to almost no one all this time. i'll still be around on tumblr to answer asks, to talk to my moots, to interact with interactions on my works, to read, though. i'm always grateful because this blog has given me ways to express myself that i couldn't IRL, and you readers support that.)

[thosemintcookies]

I think like overall there's this thing about like. Being online and actually mutually having respect for each other while actually calling out real harm.

Like yeah if you're a teenager, you're still growing and developing your sense of boundaries. You shouldn't attack people for doing their thing in their own spaces when its not actually harmful or if there are clear intentions for you not to interact. But asking people to respect your boundaries is and should always be fair game.

Meanwhile I think there's also some adults that get absolutely fucking horrible about it when kids do express boundaries like "I'm uncomfortable that there are people significantly older than me sexualizing and making porn of people my age, about characters made for an audience of people my age." It's wild bc then these adults are like "It's just fic/art. Who's it hurting." Like the minors who have expressed discomfort with it. That's who. Textbook case in point. You're making people feel unsafe in a fandom made for people their age to enjoy. It would obviously be different if the media is made with an adult audience in mind, but like, be mindful? Everything deserves nuance and context.

I think we should welcome discourse to get to resolutions about things but also let's lend grace to young people who are still developing their own boundaries and are doing a lot of work internalizing a lot of ideas. It's just sort of something a lot of people go through as a part of regular development. I see so much actual vitriol aimed at young people who are just expressing discomfort rather than people actually engaging with the issues at hand. Its like "oh these puritanical teens are so sanitized and they attack people for just for shipping incest 🙄" rather than respecting those feelings, doing the work of self-assessment to ask oneself if it's an appropriate gripe to have, and being able to adjust accordingly or to let the person know that the space isn't for them. Where's the discernment?

No matter how young a person is, disagreeing with and belitting their feelings of discomfort is a really dangerous game to play. I'm someone who has certain traumas which resulted in me having to relearn my boundaries from scratch. It can mess you up. It's gaslighty and groomy. If needed it can be done respectfully, and ifyou feel like they might benefit from a deeper analysis about why a certain anxiety is unfounded, then it's theirs to work out, but effectively saying "actually incest and pedophilia is okay if it's fiction and all feelings of discomfort related to it are reactionary and juvenile" you normalize people not listening to their gut on the discomfort related to seeing these things in contexts that aren't appropriate.

I saw that tweet of a 16 year old implicitly calling their dad problematic for offering them alcohol. I feel like rather than dunking on them for not wanting to drink, we have to recognize the context they're coming from and ask ourselves where our gripe with it is coming from- it's not that the 16 year old is uncomfy being offered, it's that they're framing it in this really paranoid way where their family members are problematic for doing something relatively normal for that age. We can then ask ourselves whether that reaction is appropriate given the circumstances - were they actually pressured, or were they given the option to decline without any consequences? And then we can proceed accordingly. It doesn't have to be a big deal. It's as easy as "actually, experimenting with alcohol is pretty normal and in many states, people under 21 can drink legally if theyre supervised. Of course there's no pressure to drink if you don't want to but calling your dad out for this sort of thing might be a little hurtful to him, esp if he's just trying to let you know he trusts you with this sort of thing"

And ok at this point I'm 25 years old. I realize that kids are developing beings. And its up to older people who are (hopefully) mature to be understanding about these things and also have the wherewithal to self assess and not just react defensively or undermine actual children (what's more pathetic, a 14 year old "going up against" a 39 year old, or the 39 year old trying to "own" a child?)

Also also let's be honest with ourselves. Are people actually attacking you or are they analyzing something you enjoy to a point where it gets difficult for you to keep enjoying it? Is it that there's a mob of kids attacking you specifically or are they pointing out misogyny/homophobia/racism in a thing you enjoy doing? I think discouraging analysis is always a bad thing, even if you come to different and more complex answers than what was originally presented.

You talk about kids seeing everything in black and white but if you're a 40 year old proshipper who is adamantly black and white about "fiction doesn't correlate to reality" then unfortunately it is you who needs to take a moment to consider what art is actually for. Art is inherently political and is imbued with the biases of its creators, and these views can be normalized through unquestioned consumption, and some things are outright propaganda. It makes you more media literate to talk about these things. It shields you from accepting damaging hegemonic views.

This isn't an ageism thing by the way. Older people in fandom should be welcomed and older fans are not lesser for engaging in fandom. It's a question of what is appropriate and how we can best support discourse without animosity. The burden of nuance shouldn't fall on those who are still developing a sense of nuance.

[tourmelion]

Ooooooh

I wanna write some Mole interest fics!!

First draft

My phones broken so that's why the lines are a little choppy

I'm gonna do it!!

Kelly was a small child

A smart small child

Who did everything right

Went to school

Didn't fuss

Revised

Did the dishes

And every day would be more or less the same

And she was doing a great job

Walk to school

Revise, learn, work with a tutor, speak to people about whatever they were talking about

Things were completely ok

Everything was satisfactory

And she got praise, was told how smart she was, how amazing she was doing

Life is good

"I guess I'm just gonna do this till I'm 23, the 8 year old said"

And then her parents enrolled her in accelerated class, with quadratic equations, high school physics, chemistry, just go off the books, make flash cards, and commit the equations to memory

"This will get me great stuff"

Right! Yes, futures, I can do whatever I'd want with those good qualifications I can get!!

..

Yes yes, everything is good and nice

I've always been a bit of a inside cat, I like the inside, it's warm, humid, quiet, I'm not running around anywhere

And I can focus on important stuff

I'm supposed to be good at all these things

So I should revise

My life's all planned out for me~

School, college, job, I guess marriage, and then, I'll just have to steal some kids, seems easy enough. Heheheheheheeh

Steal some kids, im so funni >:3

{am I doing this right...}

I guess life went on

I guess

I- don't know where I went

I've been doing everything right

Why, I feel like I'm dry on the inside

Like an empty egg

Feeling the dry and grainy shell from the inside

My mom was on Facebook today

I tried to interact, as I assume one does

And it just didn't happen

Like a grey rock

The more you push the more you feel like you're leaning against a rock

She didn't even seem to be doing anything interesting

What goes on in the world, it feels like the sound just tuned out

I'm, I'm not pumped up like I used to be, I'm not tired, but, it's like I'm a toy car, I can move, but theirs no string pulling me forward, or side ways

Like a puppet with no strings, or sticks

I'm just here, by myself

It's a bit like a desert

I feel dry and sandy, but it's more vast now, like it spread, like the world changed, and I can't see it anymore, and it's going grainy, like theirs nothing there

I'm gonna aproaach high school soon

Wonder what be like

My high has trees along the back of the field

Around the parking lot

Walk to, absorb, leave, more of the same

Maybe it's dehydration

That's probably why I feel so dry

But it's in my chest

Maybe an illness, some sickness

I'm walking around the car park now, nice trees, all fruit trees, something black or dark purple, maybe it's not fruit

Who's even gonna eat it?

There are no birds around here, and no squirrels their, there isn't life besides us for miles

And who's want to go all the way up and get one

It'll just stain the tarmac and puncture someones tire, and they'll rot around the parking lot

What a pain

Where is my family, I've been waiting for ages

Did they forget about picking me up

Oh, they'll be here soon, I should just wait

Shff shff

My head whips around

What was that!!!

The heck was that, where did it come from, whatwhatwhatwhatwas that.

I don't like that

It's too close to be leaves, it's not my jacket, it's zipped close

And I see it, a little black hairy thing, it looks like a hover with a little pink nose

And little hands

It's so small

It just dug it's up from the ground, right next to me, he's so, small

I forgot what I was thinking

His lil hover face c:

_we just sorta sit their, well I'm standing but you get what I mean

It's life outside of my immidiate family

It's a non-human living thing

It's breathing, and it can see me

It's so

It's like one of those Taylor swift shows

It's pretty and, like all the fans doing the same r as each other, like this big multi person wave where you, feel, everything

It's like that, I'm like that

Like the sun when it's all orangy

It's so, like you wanna forget what your doing and just stare

It's all focused and vauge and asdfdafdafadfafff

It feels good

Real good

My dad's car drives up and the mole is gone

The moment is gone

Still got some good feeling though, that was nice, I wonder if I'll see it again

Chapter 1 end

im sorry, we turned your boyfriend into a mole. yeah and all of tumblr‘s interested in him now. sorry

edit 9/12/23 11.22 CET

and so it begins…

fic1, fic2 @pathsofoak ao3 tag

update:

ao3 link. please vote for mole scene in most underrated goncharov scene poll

[myaoiboy]

heyy sorry dunno if ur ok with ppl asking for advice, but ive been on the twitter mgs fandom for a little while (mostly as a watcher rather than participating other than liking, rting and occasionally commenting or posting some art) and after a while i realized (a bit too late) that quite a few people that i interacted with are aggressively anti and i dont know how to pull away from them now.

Some were mutuals, i stopped following most of them but they still follow me and im not sure if i should just ignore it or whatever. My main account is very clean when it comes to pro/anti discussion and NSFW in general, altho i do like/rt/discuss a lot of anime art and media that has some questionable content in it (like the monogatari series for example)

Anyway, im just a bit scared they might see these "cracks" and it gets to a point of agression/exclusion/doxxing etc and im a bit terrified of that. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could i ask you what you experience with the mgs fandom is like on twitter? Have you ever been in a similar situation?

It's totally cool to ask for advice! I'm not sure how much help I'll be though.

I have a twitter that's mostly MGS-focused, but I've been building up defenses against the anti movement for a long time before that. I used to be mutuals with someone who was a really notorious asshole twitter anti, actually. I broke that when they started publicly slandering me, but before they could actually dox me, and they still followed me on side accounts for a couple years after that. I got very careful about vetting who I regularly interact with after that.

I got lucky dropping into MGS fandom, I've found a bunch of people who enjoy freaky stuff as much as I do. But I also had one of those friends get doxxed a while back over ship discourse that was spun as something much worse.

Personally, if I see a callout post and it looks fishy (only includes accusations of fic or art, etc), I will a lot of times block everyone that's retweeted or liked it. It's made me sad a couple of times to break mutuals, but I know I'm saving myself the pain later of potentially seeing them fall for it with me. This, when my friend got doxxed, ended up causing me to block like half of the twitter MGS fandom ngl.

Honestly, my secret to not accidentally making full on anti friends is that when I get into a new fandom, I look up their discourse and who antis say shouldn't be shipped together. Then I look and see who makes art/fic of those ships. If I don't like those ships specifically, I find people who ship both that and whatever I like. Usually I end up liking one or more of them anyways (solimiller...). Or I'll go through that fandom's fics with warnings on them and check out those authors' other works.

That's how I keep accidentally meeting a lot of people in fandom, it turns out. I read a fic, I look at the author's other works or their profile, it has a social media handle, or a discord link, or whatever else, next thing I know I'm talking to them and 5 more people they recommended about whatever freaky kink I found of theirs.

I do actually have a (mostly nsfw) discord link that I would share here, but given some of the weird interactions I've gotten tonight I'm gonna wait a couple days before I post it publicly. It's fandom neutral technically but a lot of us like our war boys (mgs/cod mostly). But uhhh if anybody sees this and wants in feel free to dm me/send an off-anon ask and I'll slip ya a link real quiet.

I warn people some of the heavier content that I regularly post as well, even though I don't explicitly use any discourse labels, but honestly the biggest thing is just pulling your interactions like weeds. People on the internet are, mostly, strangers. You don't like someone's vibes? You can block 'em. You see them being a dick to someone else and don't wanna risk them doing the same to you ? Definitely block. Someone makes posts you don't like and it keeps filling up the tags you frequent? You can block that!

[unboundtravels]

This fucking sound from tiktok just gave me so much visual stimulation regarding multi-doctor interactions. With November right around the corner, too, we're about to get a ton of anniversary multi-doctor stories, or at least... I assume so (looks at the big finish) so allow me to indulge in some One/Sixby/Bond/Scarf Four Doctor RAMBLES. If ever I wrote a fic about these four going on an adventure together, I would absolutely indulge my inner fan and use my incarnations as stand-ins for Hartnell/Troughton/Pertwee/Baker for that 1 - 4 multidoctor story we were denied. Although! Giving it my own spin is certainly a fun idea. I resist the urge to tag my players in this headcanon, because after this weekend's session— the idea of One needing to be put on a leash lives rent-free in my head. Watching her three future incarnations struggle to keep up with her is such a funny idea to me. 

Additional rambles under the cut. Use this audio if you run out of claim, because honestly same vibes.

Just for reference. It's these four idiots.

Just imagine the idea of the exact order of Sixby meeting Bond, then Bond meeting Scarf. The absolute whirlwind of designs from cosmic Hobo Rat into Suave Secret Agent and then finally rounding it with insane Sherlock Holmes is probably why One is thankful that no one gets to remember multidoctor stories. Whether or not The Three Doctors happened in my timeline is also something I have to deal with. Do Bond and Sixby remember each other? And if so, is this a Sixby and Bond from before that meeting? Even though I like Two/Three being friends in canon, I'd probably leave it as a first meeting for everyone. If we take T3D's into account then I'd have everyone sort of... hounding Scarf the whole time, since he's the "latest model" relative to them. And I don't like when Multi-Doc stories dwell on the future too much. It's supposed to be a fun look at the past! Or at least, a subdued one, anyway. I'm always there for the character interactions.

One: Unhand me this instant!! Explain who you are!! All of you! Scarf: Please, just relax— One: Don't you patronize me! I know what you are! All those BLUE BOXES! I recognize a time capsule when I see one!! <She points towards Sixby, who suddenly shrinks in fear.> You. Explain.  Sixby: Erm, ah. Well. It's like... this... you see, all of these people— well, not all of them— or— well, we're all you... Do y'see? Bond: Oh good lord, what the little troll is trying to say is that all three of us are your future regenerations. We've been pulled out from our time zones. Whatever the reason's yet to be determined.  One: ... No. Scarf: Yes :)

It's extremely hard to imagine how a story between these four would even ultimately play out. I have trouble thinking up a plot, but perhaps some kind of pseudo-sequel to The Three Doctors, or something involving The Timelords sending the four on a mission together is the only likely scenario. This can easily explain how Sixby and Bond are collected, as the two have extenuating circumstances in which they are imprisoned by Timelords, while One and Scarf would have to be acquired remotely by either The Director of The CIA or by The President of Gallifrey. However, it absolutely does happen, meaning that the four have to try (very difficult) to work together in order to get back to their normal times.

One: Now, enough dilly-dallying! Let's get a move on! So I can be rid of you three​​​​​! Bond: Good lord, woman's got fire. Sixby: Is this how they [the first team] felt?  Scarf: We should really be asking if this is how people still feel.

Around the early to mid-70s, The Doctor started using The Sonic Screwdriver more. It becomes multipurpose, and while One and Sixby did acquire one during their era in this timeline— the idea of their reactions to how frequently Bond and Scarf use theirs is just. 

Scarf: We should take some readings. Bond: Quite right. After you, then.  <They pull out their sonic screwdrivers.> One: Heh! Heheheh!? You mean! You're going to take environmental scans with a lockpick!? So we're delusional now? Are we? Hm? Sixby, who started the trend: I'm not quite sure where they picked that habit up from.....

Also, introductions are always funny in a multidoctor story.

"Which of you is The Doctor?"

All together: I am! Bond: [Frustrated over how much it's happened today.] We really must find a way around this! Sixby: Well— [Exasperated laugh] I don't suppose we can use name tags? Scarf: [Teasing] A wonderful idea! We can call you tiny. One: Oh for heaven's sake!!! Will you all be quiet!? We're being held at gunpoint! Scarf: It's not like that's an irregular occurrence​​​​. Bond: You're really not helping. Scarf: Oh, and you'd know what helping is?

AND GOD. BEING STUCK IN A PRISON CELL. 

Sixby: <Pulls out his recorder and starts to play it.> Scarf: They said incarceration! Not torture. Sixby: I was just trying to provide a bit of ambiance to our current situation. Bond: That's what we're calling it now? Sixby: It helps me concentrate! One: Well it breaks my focus! <Snatches it.> Now. Let's really focus! And figure out a way out of this cell!

I have more, but that's all I'll torment you with for now, dash. :>