#Might have to write a fic it's only fair 👀

[deepestnightcolor]

Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey 👀 any chance for a “confidential check up?”

Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D

Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3

ᴀ/ɴ: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!

PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)

PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader

ᴡᴄ: 4194 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.

☾ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ☽

A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.

You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.

However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.

Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!

You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.

“So, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?” Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.

You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.

“Nono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.” You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.

“I see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?”

So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.

You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. “No, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it's…embarrassing.”

The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.”

Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.

You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. “Well, it's my chest. It's been so…so tender lately.”

A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“Alright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?”

It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.

“Yes, please.” You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.

Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.

His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.

“Alright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.”

Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.

And then, finally…Fucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.

The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?

“Did that hurt?” He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. “No, it just…tingles,” you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay. 

“Well, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?” 

Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.

The man’s face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look. 

Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.

The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: “No…Well. Maybe kind of? You know…I've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,” you began, your foot wandering to his knee.

“Could that be it?”

A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.

“I assume that could be it-”

“And what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.”

Immediately, his attention is  back on you completely. “Hurts? Where?”

A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. “Here?”

You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. “Lower.”

His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. “Here? Are they cramps?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Lower.”

He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.

“Could you…uh. Point me to where it hurts?”

Click - the trap was snapping shut.

It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. “There.”

Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?

“It's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?”

“It’s getting like…what?” by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.

“I dunno…wet?”

His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!

“Oh! That…uh. That…it- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.”

He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. “But…isn't there a remedy?”

Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.

“Well, for one…You could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.”

Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!

“Oh! And…how does that work?” 

Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.

“I-”

“Come on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?” You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.

“But- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-”

You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.

“And what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,” you moaned.

The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. “You said it hurts here?” 

Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds. 

“Exactly,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little further. 

“I can't see much,” he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “I'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?”

The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.

He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasn’t it? Keeping you healthy wasn’t bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige – for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yet…wasn’t this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?

“Harvey, fuck, please?” A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didn’t know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasn’t he? Still, that didn’t mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didn’t make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.

He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. “Harvey, oh fuck, right there,” you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, so…you; and you were addictive.

Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldn’t keep them down anymore, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care, either. Harvey’s moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.

 You weren’t able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harvey’s tongue.

It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldn’t form anymore.

You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didn’t trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.

“You are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.”

Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. “Sorry,” he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.

“Harvey, please,” you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.

The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.

Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?

You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you weren’t afraid to show him anymore. “Harvey, oh, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didn’t make Harvey pause. Not anymore.

His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.

“You are so good to me, Harv,” you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunet’s eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.

Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harvey’s dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.

Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.

The man’s face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasn’t able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.

The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.

“Harveeey,” you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too tempting – his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.

You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didn’t want this to stop yet. You didn’t want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didn’t want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.

You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.

“Harvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-“

He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.

The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.

His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this – this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.

He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.

Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completely…satisfied.

Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. “That definitely helped, Harv,” you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.

Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two – maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you – pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.

“I am glad I was able to help.”

Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasn’t drenched in your wetness and his cum?

“But I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; I’d need different surfaces and times.”

Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Do you have an AO3 for your fics?

I like to bookmark my fav fics to keep them all in one place so I can reread them when it strikes my fancy… plus, it sounds like your next few fics are going to be multichaptered beasts and those are often easier to work with over on AO3!

And of course, it means more readers get to experience your awesome writing. I can’t WAIT for the dream world fic to come out 👀

Yes, yes, I do. I don't usually put twst stuff over there because most of the fandom is here on Tumblr. However, I'm more than willing to cross-post. I also love AO3. Usually, there are more character x character and slash fics over there, so I didn't even think about it. Idk how to properly link my ao3 profile, but it's kcase21. I don't have anything for twst up rn, but feel free to follow/bookmark the one fanfic I do have lol

I'm also excited to start releasing fanfics for the Dreaming of You fanfic series! I have to finish them, but I'm already done with Riddle and Azul's first dreams. Since you sent a question to my inbox, it's only fair to update you! Again, I love engaging with people. Please, tell me your thoughts about which fanfics you're looking forward to lol

The hefty Rook x Observant Reader fanfic has been slow. Honestly, I need some outside help and my friends/beta readers are busy. While I'm giving you an update, I might throw my dilemma out there. (usually, I wouldn't do this, but it's not overly descriptive and I need help. If you're here, congratulations. Now, you will truly understand the depth at which I'm writing this)

I've created a section where Rook and Reader watch one of Vil's movies together. The scene(s) are meant to bring the couple closer together while giving insight into Vil, Rook, and Neige (even though Rook isn't an actor in the film, a character clearly embodies him). The core idea is that both actors are playing their real personalities. There are only a few differences, and those differences are very slight. However, they have a high impact on how Vil acts in the film. I aim for it to be too close for comfort. I want to shake Rook up a little. My question is…… actually, I just talked to someone about it and I have solved my issue! I was going to ask if I should go with my gut and flesh out more movie scenes with commentary between Reader and Rook. I decided I should. I also figured out what Rook and Reader will talk about. That was tripping me up, so I’m glad I got that settled.

I’ve been working on Riddle’s Dreaming of You. I mentioned in this post some fun, teaser details. There isn’t much more on that front... I suppose I can reveal that I just wrote the section in the second dream where Riddle orders everyone to chase the “imposters.” I’ve decided the thing that pushes Riddle over the edge to command his military is that the two Deuces keep arguing about “No! You’re lying!” There are other logical reasons why Riddle commands their arrest, but Deuce is the trigger. I feel like it’s a very accurate representation of him. This could be subject to change, but I thought it was funny.

Azul’s Dreaming of You is similar. I’ve been working on it, but there isn’t much to tell. The latest detailed update is with the Riddle link above.

Ahhh, the newish one. Silver’s Dreaming of You. I have a lot of news and thoughts about this one. This one has already gone through several rewrites and overhauls. It's nowhere near complete. I'm treating this like the Rook x Observant Reader fanfic. I'm taking a holistic approach and fleshing out more than just Silver because I'd be doing a disservice if I didn't. Canon Chapter 7 is all about family and it's written phenomenally. I don't want to come in and slap some superficial romance. It doesn't feel right. I'm having to do a lot of research on Diasomnia. The more I know, the more I’ll change.

To do this, I'm introducing the Reader into Diasomnia’s family dynamic before Chapter 7. I have to go through each character and establish their relationship with the Reader and how it grows. That’s extremely important. (I need Lilia to approve lol… actually, there is a sweet scene with Reader and him. He tells them to take care of his son and the others, but particularly Silver. It happens where they’re alone and it’s before Lilia’s going-away party. The Reader doesn’t know the full context of what that means *sobs*)

For Sebek, I'm excited to write his character. At the moment, I want Reader to change his point of view of his heritage and how it represents what Lilia and Malleus want. They want peace between the fae and humans. Sebek is a physical representation of that type of healthy union. I'm really excited about his transformation. I planned to be mean about it because I had some good lines and I was irritated at our boy. However, it would be better served in his Dreaming of You fanfic. "You're worried about sullying Malleus and Lilia's name? You don't have to. You've already done it." *mic drop*

I'm not sure about Malleus, but he's a cutie pie so he'll get love and attention too.

That's all for now!

[caspercryptid]

good morning. i come begging for a crumb of Jayvik Dungeon Meshi AU 👀🙏

Okay, I haven't done this in a while because the seasonal depression got my ass, but let me get back on this fucking horse. So-- I think i actually have a full AU of this in my brain. Woops. I think Jinx dissapeared into the dungeon years ago.

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The thing is, it's really not a decision at all.

That's the thing Caitlyn is missing as she yells herself blue in the face about what the hell he thinks he's doing. he's doing what he has to do. There are no other options. He can see in Vi's face, too. She knows.

Every step deeper into the dungeon, Jayce has worked on the spell. Every day that passed he expanded it, adjusted what would be necessary. More and more and more has become necessary. What does he think he's doing? What he has to. Nothing more, nothing less.

He's going to lose Caitlyn over this, he knows it. He's accounted for that too. Everything is already in place. There are no choices. He turns his back on her, lets Vi try to talk to her, starts sorting the bones. Every single part of the man he loves. He is going to give everything he has, and it will have to be enough. I love you, he tells the bones, the carpals, the sternum, the ilium. I love you. He's only half hearing the threat to walk, to report them. She will, he's certain of it. He doesn't care. Sorry, mom. I'm not coming home.

Every day, every step, he's dug this grave, he's let the dungeon become his new world. Every dark crevasse, every monster. He's complained, but he's always known the truth. There was no return for him. Not without Viktor. And the deeper they got, the more it became clear that he wasn't returning with Viktor, either. So, the price. Viktor, for the world. It seemed fair, to Jayce. The man he'd die for. Why wouldn't he live for him? even down here, in the dark. He'd live anywhere if Viktor would live with him. He's only half aware of it as Vi moves to help him sort out the bones-- She's moving with the easy certainty of someone who knows the animals down here, with a quiet that's uncharacteristic of her. Mirroring him, he guesses. When she picks up Viktor's bones she silently offers them to Jayce, and he takes them, lays them out gently onto the ground, handling them with a care that Viktor would never have allowed himself to be handled with in life.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

He writes the lines, he carves where he needs to carve, lets the blood well up and spill into the cracks in the dungeon floor. If Viktor stood and walked on this ground, then it could be beautiful again. He knew it had been beautiful once- before the gold had been stripped from these buildings, before the city sank into the earth. Before the death of the king. Before this place had become a dungeon. He's wondered why, over and over, looking around-- why someone would build this. If he hadn't been so focused on saving Viktor, it might have haunted him, upset him that now he has to carve out a piece of someone else's canvas and take it for his own.

I'm sorry. I'll give it back. But first you need to give me back what's mine.

He stands over the skeleton, plants his staff in the ground.

give him back.

It has to be enough.

[ambrossart]

just reread your Dancing With Myself series again and really wanna hear you talk more about Eddie and the reader soooo…..

do you have any headcannons for Eddie or his and the reader’s relationship? or any other characters relationships with the reader like Chrissy, Jason, or any one in Hellfire, Dustin included? maybe even Steve since you have that side story coming one day. I have some but I’d love to hear yours!

Sorry this took me so long to finish. It was hard to decide what to use and what to save for future fics. Plus I just never know what to write for these. 😅

So I’m gonna use this post to share random stuff that probably won’t ever get incorporated into the actual series (and if it does, it’s no big deal if it gets spoiled now).

So, without further ado…

Welcome to the Dancing with Myself Trivia Dump!

(This is going to be pretty long, so get comfortable.)

Reader & Eddie (feat. Wayne)

They’re virtually inseparable over the summer, like to the point where it’s kind of obnoxious. (Gareth is the only one who ever complains, though… and to be fair, Gareth complains about everything.)

Basically, whenever the reader isn’t with Chrissy, she’s with Eddie. They’re seriously committed to spending as much time together as possible before the reader goes to college.

They spend a fair amount of time hanging out in Eddie’s room. Eddie might be playing guitar or working on a campaign, while the reader’s usually lying on his bed with a book or a comic or something. Doing their own thing, together.

She practically lives at the Munson trailer. Wayne literally has to force her to go home every once in a while:

“Hey, when was the last time you checked in with your folks?” “Hmm, what day is it?” “Wednesday.” “No, I mean what day of the month is it?” “… Go home.”

Wayne acts like her constant presence annoys him, but honestly, he loves having her around. He used to feel so guilty for leaving Eddie home alone all the time. It’s nice that he finally has someone to keep him company. It gives Wayne a sense of closure.

They still eat breakfast together several times a week. She has her own coffee mug and everything, which Wayne picked out specially for her.

Anyway, she and Eddie still hang out at the Hideout regularly. It’s their home away from home.

When she’s not watching Corroded Coffin perform, she’s usually annoying Cliff at the bar.

Eventually, she expresses an interest in bartending. Cliff (after receiving some encouragement from his partner, Cleo) reluctantly agrees to teach her the basics and later offers her a part-time job.

She bartends there every summer and during holiday breaks from school.

On the nights she bartends, Eddie’s allowed to add two more songs to his setlist. The reader often manages to haggle him an extra song or two.

Of course, the catch is… she gets to pick the songs. And you know she’s always going to choose Journey.

Yeah, Eddie has the entire Journey discography memorized before the end of the summer. It’s torture, but he does it for her.

In case it wasn’t already obvious, Eddie and the reader are not breaking up once the reader goes to college.

The distance creates some problems for them, sure, but they always work through them.

This is supposed to be a comfort series, after all. Nothing bad happens here.

I don’t know if these two will go the route of marriage and kids. I won’t completely rule it out, but I don’t think it’s something either of them is dying to do, if that makes sense. Like their lives won’t feel empty if they don’t have kids.

I could, however, totally see them buying The Hideout if Cliff ever decides to sell it. 👀

★ Bonus Trivia ★

Eddie genuinely had no romantic intentions when he went into the girls’ restroom at prom. It was more of a moral obligation than anything. Eddie was just gonna pop in for a bit, make sure she’s okay, clear his conscience, and then bail.

But the longer he stayed, the more he talked to her… yeah, he was hooked after that.

I think Eddie also saw it as an opportunity to get some closure. He saw it as his last chance to talk to her, to really talk to her, before they both graduate and never see each other again.

Needless to say, it went a lot better than he expected.

Hellfire

Out of respect for the other party members, the reader does not participate in the majority of their sessions.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to. She just knows her presence will distract Eddie from the game, and that wouldn’t be fair—to Eddie or to anyone else. She understands what this game means to everyone. She doesn’t want to ruin it.

She does sit in on special occasions, though, and when she does, she and Eddie kinda get sucked into their own little world. It’s similar to when they were kids, but now there’s all this weird sexual tension that makes everyone else feel a little uncomfortable.

But hey, the reader can’t really help it. Eddie’s geeky side is way too attractive to her. 🤷🏻‍♀️

She gets along with the party well enough. Gareth still isn’t her biggest fan, but he can’t deny that she makes Eddie happy, so… he tolerates her as much as he can.

They still bicker constantly, though.

Dustin is kind of like a permanent third wheel. He tends to interrupt a lot of Eddie and the reader’s more intimate moments. They all do it, honestly, but Dustin is by far the worst offender.

Romantic night in? Well, guess who decides to drop by for a surprise visit?

Usually, Eddie brushes it off, but sometimes, especially if he’s really… worked up, Eddie loses his patience a little.

He has to unplug his phone a lot, and it doesn’t take long for his friends to figure out what that means.

Dustin is the last one to catch on. Gareth clues him in.

When Scottie finally gets released from prison, he joins the party as well. He’s shocked and thrilled by how much Hellfire has grown since he and Eddie founded it.

At first, there’s a bit of a power struggle over who’s the DM. Ultimately, they decided to take turns.

They, of course, eventually replay Scottie’s infamous campaign. Having the extra members makes it twice as much fun and chaotic as the first run.

Naturally, Eddie and the reader find this very nostalgic and spend most of their time shamelessly flirting with each other.

And the reader is very tempted to betray Eddie and sacrifice him a second time, just for the hell of it. As the moment gets closer and closer, she seriously debates it for a good five minutes.

Would that be mean?

He probably wouldn’t get that mad, right?

Anyway… the reader, Jeff, and Grant end up going to the same college. This didn’t happen on purpose. It was just a fun little coincidence.

Their school does have a D&D club, with a very charismatic DM, who just happens to be the frontman of a moderately successful rock band (not metal, though, think more like folk rock). He’s like Eddie Munson 2.0.

I could definitely see Eddie getting a little jealous over this, especially if the reader ever expresses any kind of (completely platonic) admiration toward him and his abilities as a DM or musician.

He’s not a jealous or possessive person, but things like that do make him feel a little insecure.

Wait, there might actually be a story here. I’m gonna write this one down.

Corroded Coffin

Scottie rejoins the band once he’s out of prison, so they finally get their lead singer back.

Technically, Scottie’s vocal talents have not improved in the slightest, but he has a certain tone that just… works. Plus he’s got good looks and incredible stage presence, so it all balances out in the end.

Eventually, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant leave the band to pursue their own academic and professional interests. The band was more of a fun hobby for them, not something they wanted to make a career out of.

Eddie and Scottie stay on, recruit some new members, and start taking the band a lot more seriously.

Their efforts pay off in the end. While they never become worldwide famous, they do carve out a decent fanbase for themselves.

The reader is very supportive and proud of the band’s success, but it does come with some serious drawbacks.

Eddie’s gone a lot. He has a lot of female fans now, which makes the reader feel very insecure.

Whatever progress she was making with her anxiety... well, that's out the window now.

Honestly, this is probably the closest they'll ever get to breaking up. And maybe they even do break up temporarily, for like a month or two.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust Eddie. The situation just makes her very uncomfortable and she has a lot of self-sabotaging, intrusive thoughts—thoughts that she unintentionally projects on Eddie.

And Scottie is definitely the kind of person who would encourage groupies and stuff like that. He never got a lot of attention from girls in high school, so you know he’s gonna be taking advantage of that now.

Eddie’s 100% about the music. Scottie's more about the fame.

Okay, I’m gonna end this section now because it’s bringing up too many new ideas.

Chrissy and Jason

The reader’s family treats Chrissy like their second daughter. They absolutely adore her.

Who wouldn’t? Chrissy’s an angel. I mean, look at this little cutie pie.

Chrissy, for her part, feels more at home with the reader’s family than she does with her own family. The difference is like night and day. She can completely be herself around them.

I know so far, Chrissy’s been playing the more supportive role in the friendship, but it’s really 50–50 with them. They alternate between moments of weakness and strength.

For example, there was a time when Chrissy was in a really dark headspace and seriously struggling with her ED. I’m not going to go into detail about it because I don’t want to risk triggering anyone, but it got really scary at times. Thankfully, Chrissy’s come a long way since then, and the reader played a huge part in that.

The reader really dotes on Chrissy. She showers her with a lot of compliments and affection. Gives her a lot of random, cutesy nicknames.

They both do this, honestly, but I think Chrissy gets a little more flustered by it, especially in public.

(I know a lot of people headcanon Chrissy as a closeted bisexual woman, and I'm fully on board with that. Just saying.)

This was touched on in the main story, but Chrissy very much feels like an imposter. She doesn’t understand why she’s so popular, or why people even like her. In her opinion, the reader should be the popular one. She’s the funnier one, the smarter one, the prettier one… so why was Chrissy chosen over her? What’s so special about her? She’s always felt this way, even as a little kid.

As a lot of people already suspected, Chrissy does know about the reader’s childhood crush on Jason, and she felt really guilty about dating Jason after that. Felt like she kind of stole him from her.

That’s part of the reason why it took them so long to start dating even though they’d been aware of each other’s feelings for a while. Chrissy was very hesitant to pursue a relationship with Jason at the risk of hurting her best friend’s feelings.

(Just for the record, Jason was also fully aware of the reader’s feelings and was equally conflicted about dating Chrissy.)

There are times, even as recently as prom, when Chrissy thinks Jason would be happier if he was dating the reader instead of her. She sees their playful (almost flirty) banter and realizes that Jason doesn’t act that way with anyone else, not even with her. That’s their special thing. And it makes her feel a little insecure.

Honestly, that whole dynamic is a little unconventional. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if some students suspect there’s some kind of throuple situation going on.

Let me put it this way: nobody batted an eye when the three of them showed up at prom together.

The boundaries between them get so blurry, especially for Jason.

I’m not saying there’s anything inappropriate going on. Absolutely not.

Obviously, Jason loves Chrissy and would never in a million years even think about cheating on her (least of all with her best friend). It’s just… he’s known the reader so long and spends so much time with her, sometimes it feels like he’s dating her too—at least on an emotional level—and he has to catch himself and remind himself that she’s not his girlfriend.

Maybe that's why he seems a little extra hostile toward Eddie.

Like I said, it’s a little weird.

Speaking of Jason, Chrissy and Jason do break up at some point after graduation.

Nothing dramatic. The two just want different things in life.

Jason wants that white picket fence. Marriage. Kids. Everything. And I think Chrissy would rather focus on herself for a while and then put most of her energy into helping others, especially teenage girls like herself.

She and the reader never fall out of touch, though.

They talk on the phone almost every day. See each other whenever they can. They're never too busy for each other.

Misc.

Nancy Wheeler

Well, since the reader lives on the same street as the Wheelers, it's entirely possible that the reader and Nancy occasionally played together as kids. I wouldn't say they're particularly close, though.

Honestly, she's probably closer to Barb than she is to Nancy. I feel like they would relate to each other.

Robin Buckley

Robin and the reader used to be band buddies back in the day.

That’s right, the reader used to be in band. I’ll leave her instrument up to you.

Now, I wouldn’t say she and Robin were Chrissy-level close, but they were nearly that close. They hung out before and after every rehearsal. They sat next to each other on the bus. Roomed together during band trips. You get the idea.

Robin was very upset when the reader quit unexpectedly. She thought she had done something wrong.

(Now, it's my personal headcanon that Robin developed a teeny tiny crush on the reader, and she thought maybe she had inadvertently overstepped and made the reader feel uncomfortable— and that's why the reader quit band. But you don't have to subscribe to my nonsense.)

In reality, the reader quit band because she didn't want to participate in the individual recital at the end of the year. Every student was required to perform a solo in front of the class, and the reader noped right out.

Now things are awkward between her and Robin.

Steve Harrington

While Steve was a student at Hawkins High, he and the reader didn't interact much at all. Maybe they saw each other in the hallway, but that's about it.

That changed after Steve started working at Family Video.

Now they interact on a weekly basis. She's one of Steve's regular customers. Every Saturday, like clockwork, she shows up looking for a new horror movie to watch over the weekend.

Over time, he came to understand her movie preferences very, very well.

That, as you'll see in the upcoming short story, makes Eddie feel a little jealous and suspicious.

Is there something else going on there?

—

Okay, I think I've rambled on long enough.

Hopefully, you got some entertainment out of this because I certainly did. And I came up with some new story ideas too, so... win-win.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

[erisweekofficial]

Tonight we're delighted to highlight @jules-writes-stories 🧡

If you're looking for a truly exceptional Azris fic, you have to check out Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows. The writing is absolutely beautiful, and it strikes the perfect balance between hurt and comfort. Every detail feels so carefully crafted, from the portrayal of Eris and Azriel to each moment they share. 😭

Also if you are into myth retellings, we are begging you to read this Azris flavored Hades and Persephone retelling that she wrote for Azris week this year. 👀

And be sure to check out allll the fics on her masterlist!

Read on to learn what drew Jules to Eris and what the hounds would say if given buttons. 🐶

Give us a name for one of Eris's brothers!

Sylvan Vanserra is the youngest Vanserra (other than Lucien). He’s quick to laugh, never takes himself too seriously, and readers have called him a cinnamon roll, which is fair. Eris tried to shelter him and Lucien, so he’s less guarded than the other brothers, but don’t sleep on Syl. He definitely has fire in his blood.

Give us a name of his hounds!

Chunky Possum. But let me explain, lol. When I was drafting Just Enough Light, I named Eris’s hounds after (just a few) of my favorite Azris writers. They were meant to be place markers while I thought of original names. But the hounds liked their names, so I left them, and gave some of them back stories. Naming the hounds became a way to show my appreciation for a corner of the fandom that is dear to me. My favorite is Chunky, only because of his backstory. And yes, it will tug at your heartstrings. 

What do you think it was like trying to raise Eris when he was a child? 

Short answer: he was a little fire starter with a smart mouth. Being so brilliant, the fireling likely found ways around doing what he was told and bent the rules to suit his needs. Eris asked questions that stumped his teachers (sometimes on purpose and other times because he was clever and curious). He was full of mischief and a prankster. That said, he was probably under constant pressure to perform, making him highly competitive. I could see little Eris as being lonely, learning at a young age that attachments are liabilities and love must be earned through accolades. 

What drew you to Eris? 

I love monsters and for me, Eris Vanserra is one of the metaphorical monsters of this fandom. He’s both a scapegoat and a martyr. He’s sexy and fetishized: put on a pedestal as often as he's reviled and burned at the stake. I love how Eris can possess all these contradictions and still exist as a character with traits we all universally recognize. He’s interesting and I’m always left wanting to know more. 

Who do you think Eris would want in his inner circle, if he was given a chance to build one?

Lucien. His favorite brother is a clever fox with ties all over Prythian and I want (need) them to be close with an urgency that’s not normal. Nesta Archeron. Eris is canonically drawn to her power and who wouldn’t want Lady Death to have their back? Bonus for Eris: it would piss Cassian off. Lastly, nothing would bring Eris more joy than stealing Azriel from Rhys...for so many reasons. 

If Eris gave his dogs buttons to communicate, what would their options be?

If one wants Eris’s respect, they’ll have to earn it. And one way to do this is through his hounds because they are excellent judges of character. Eris believes that his smokehounds are likely more intelligent than most of the brutes he’s forced to associate with. No, he prefers not to give names– very demure, very mindful.  After meeting someone, the magical canines communicate their first impressions of said individual by pawing at certain buttons with ratings spanning from “burn them alive” to “lukewarm, might burn later” to  “that’s your cauldron blessed mate.” I wonder what the hounds would say about us… 

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday/Thursday

I did try and post this on Wednesday (sure late but it’s been awhile 👀) and on this rainy night, my computer decided to it be a a team player. Not cool.

So…writing has been slow and I’m pretty sure I posted stuff on AO3 and not here because half the time Tumblr eats my posts that aren’t reblogs 😭

I blame @megamindsecretlair and @soft-persephone for summoning from my cozy gremlin activities under a bridge and planting this brainworm:

“If you are open to doing so my fair General. I feel a bit fatigued. I will let my attendant know that I am heading inside to rest as my husband and I will travel back to our estate tomorrow.” Her round face stretches with the smile she has upon her face, briefly she touches his hand, her fingertips touching his calloused ones. “He will not return as Gaius does not enjoy my company. Only tolerates it. The last room, third floor on the left.” Her hand leaves his as he attempts to grab it and he turns to watch her step away. “Call me Arcus. See what message I shall impart to you tonight.” His eyes focus on her wide hips that are headed toward the main building where the invites and their wives were staying for the duration of the soiree. Swallowing hard, the General knows he should not follow her. It would be participating in infidelity and despite many offers over the years, Marcus resisted. He nearly always had access to women that were unattached and available. Milling around for ten minutes felt like an eternity, speaking to other officials and so-called important people, yawning and mentioning that he would likely retire to his room soon and would be no good to anyone until the sun rose. Hopefully this would be enough to cement that he should not be disturbed.

Infidelity? Sure! Murder? Very likely. Bad humor somewhere? It’s a Nerdie fic and General Marcus Acacius is not except. Smut? Somewhere in there. 👀 It will happen. I need mental lube, I can’t just dive in there. Gotta give a fic a couple rubs in a circle before the smut. 🤣

Yeah the General is not immune. Pfft.

The second one I was pleasantly surprised to make some headway on, apparently Nerdie is about her historical men and violence. That’s not at all concerning. 🤔

“I agree with the lady Father. She is our responsibility and should remain with us.” Pero steps between her and the Father. He knows men like this priest, who act holier than most but if given the funds, access and anonymity, they would live in a brothel. Father Ignacio takes a step back, the Spaniard is intimidating to say the least and the priest is sure that he has no qualms about spilling blood in a house of God. William is watching the exchange between the three and is trying to think of a compromise, it’s a bad one, but it’s better than being run out of the village for killing this man.

More for my Pero series which is like historical fiction with dragons 🐉 because why not? ☺️ I will have Pero destroying something because he needs to be using those powers and why not? Wanton destruction sometimes, am I right? 🫡

Yup, quit while I’m behind. Anyway, that’s what I got. Weddings 101 with Dieter is still in the works with @angelofsmalldeath-codeine . So are all the other series I’ve got, there’s a lot 🤭

I also might be writing an anime one-shot. First one in years. 😃

People who I’m 75.8% sure tagged me in the last few weeks:

@604to647 @for-a-longlongtime @magpiepills @syd-djarin @djarinmuse

@maggiemayhemnj @sin-djarin @tinytinymenace @lotusbxtch @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @doscharolastras @chaithetics @lady-bess

@secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @missladym1981 @pedroshotwifey @slippinninque

@inept-the-magnificent @avastrasposts @frenchiereading @soft-girl-musings @perotovar

@legendary-pink-dot @fhatbhabiee @yorksgirl

[blorbologist]

I wish you would write a fic where Pike never left the Trickfoots but still ends up interacting with VM in some way

Hi anon!

I didn't want to leave this in my inbox for too long - shits just busy - but I DO have ideas for this AU 👀👀👀

The really cool thing to me is that it starts way, way, way before even pre-stream canon so there's plenty of possibilities for butterfly effects! (Which imo a huge backstory change like this should provoke)

And given Grog' backstory is so closely tied to Pike's... >:D

rough notes so far:

Pike starts out as a Divine Soul Sorcerer (Like Dariax); doesn't think much of it, just considers the magic her 'Tricks'.

Given the environment she's raised in her brash, brawdy side is more in evidence - but her kindness does shine through (though she stamps it down around the family. Her parents still left her with Johann & co.)

In VM Origins where VM would usually meet Pike while looking for Grog... they obviously don't find her lol. I can't decide if Pike pretends she is some powerful cleric and scams the shit out of them, or plays Scanlan for a fool and only scams him. Leaning towards the later because it's incredible Kaylie foreshadowing. He does Not learn his lesson, ever.

Either way, proto-VM are miffed and Pike is keen to skedaddle - except the commotion got Wilhand's attention by chance. Pike recognizes the old Trickfoot who offered her a home as a little girl and, in seeing how devastated he is when informed of Grog's condition, she decides to help. Potentially with the intent of scamming the rest of them down the line.

Speaking of Grog: Pike wasn't there to heal him after Kevdak :) and Wilhand alone is too small and not magically inclined. He did what he could, but eventually Grog woke up and just... booked it into the woods.

By the time Wilhand found him there was a... wildness to the young goliath. And without the recent experience of raising Pike, or her influence, Grog has a bit of a feral manner to him (Path of the Totem Warrior)

(This means Totem Barb!Grog absolutely gets Trinket and can ritually cast Speak with Animals. Which is meta funny. Travis loves his wife's fake pet. )

Most pre-stream events are influenced by Pike being more of a self-serving shit, Scanlan feeling really off kilter because she made a fool of him, and Grog... well Grog is still very Grog, except he's closest to Trinket, not Pike. (Vex doesn't know how to feel about that)

I want Pike to still get chopped in half. She has a huge crisis after her resurrection. Her fake preacher tricks are abandoned and she starts to take Cleric levels from here on out, and spends much of the pre-stream year break on a boat.

Grog might come with (to protect Wilhand's kin, something something pack bonding) and they might end up getting close here?

The other Trickfoots, having never lost track of Pike, likely re-enter the story not long after VM start gaining a reputation. A fair part of Pike's arc would be learning to cut off her family, probably with a few backslides accounting for some of her stream absences. 50% chance Scanlan shits in their beds.

Hearing about Vex's death in the Sunken Tomb would be another big turning point. It's bad if she dies, but her friends... she has to be able to bring them back.

Changes will likely pile up around here, depending on what resurrection spells Pike has when deaths occur and how comfortable she can be sacrificing extremely expensive diamonds for her new friends. Probably snowballs into impacting Bards Lament, the progression of other ships, and if Pike can be Sarenrae's Champion during the Vecna arc.

Also she wins the Plate of the Dawnmartyr herself <3 with some sneaky Trickfoot style <3

(I think Pike and Vax are p close in this AU, which might miff Vex. Inversely, this wilder Grog probably buddies up to Vex through Trinket, and Keyleth too. Percy is probably uncomfortable with all of this initially and Scanlan... might not know how to handle a wilder Grog and a sly, mildly self-serving Pike. Pikelan probably has a lot more of Pike pulling Scanlan's leg; she does it in canon here and there but oh boy she'd think he's the funniest, horniest person to dupe and he's smarting for a long time and trying to one-up her until he realizes he genuinely enjoys their banter once she's dead. Hence his offerings at her ritual. I think he also figures out that there was never any real malice behind anything she did, unlike his own pettiness, which causes him to pull away for a bit. Pike meanwhile has Johann and Astra as her only reference for relationships, sooooo this is gonna be fun!)

(The big challenge with this AU to me would be seeing if I could salvage that Grog-Pike bond, and if it can't become strong like canon seeing who else these AU versions of the pair could get close to in similar ways.)

[anawrites3]

I want someone (not me) to write a Bodyguard!Sladick fic - but in a very specific way (I'll probs end up writing this unless someone beats me to it (pls beat me to it someone, I can't commit to another WIP))

Basically, someone kills Bruce Wayne. And not because he's batman, but because he's rich af and refuses to sell his land in Gotham (bc yk, bro can't sell the fucking batcave and all his safe houses full of Batmerch). But no one knows who killed Bruce and why but they all believe it's because they found out Batman's identity and needed him out of the way for something.

21 year old Dick Grayson, who hasn't spoken to Bruce or had anything to do with the Batfam for two years, is asked to come back for Bruce's funeral and reading of the Will. Turns out, Bruce left everything - and I mean everything; cape and all - to Dick. Dick is now The Batman, the leader of the JL, the billionaire, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and also the legal guardian of not one, not two, but three kids. Jason and Tim was understandable, but Bruce never mentioned to Dick about having a kid with Talia al Ghul of all people. In all fairness, Damian was only dropped off at Bruce's feet two months ago. (Note that I'm fucking around with the Batboy's ages. Thus, Jason is 16 (bro died young), Tim is 14(bro was crazy stalking so young), and Damian in 9(bro is just young))

The killer, however, is still at large, and is now targeting Dick, the new Prince of Gotham, and his kids. But Batman (Dick) can't get involved just yet, the Batfam don't know what exactly the killers knows about them and Batman - it's too risky. But Dick can't just not do anything. So he calls the one person he knows will keep his family safe - for the right price, obvs.

Dick has money to play with and Slade loves a good game.

Basically they make a contract that issues Deathstroke as the bodyguard of the Grayson-Wayne Family until Bruce's killer is handled.

Only, Slade comes with his own baggage (aka a 9 yr old Rose Wilson) and Dick is stuck training (aka raising) another kid. But that's fine, because Slade ends up being less of Dick's bodyguard (let's face it, the kid can handle himself), and more of Dick's bodyguard-with-benefits/mentor/business partner/mental-support-bestie/drinking-buddy/private-chef/co-parent/stay-at-home-husband/love-of-his-life.

They get very domestic in this fic. And Slade has to wear a three-piece suit when following Dick around as he plays Gotham's Billion Dollar Prince and Dick can't stop riding him in the back of the Batmobile because Slade looks waaaaay too good in a suit.

But raising kids is hard, especially when you're 21. So Dick faces a lot of challenges in this fic - like his undead brother, Jason, trying to come to terms with Bruce dying right after they started to mend their relationship, and Tim who was just recently fired as Robin after one simple mistake, and his new rage at Bruce for that and dying (he refuses to believe his dead), and fuck - the nine year old assassin and grandson of Ra's al Ghul, Damian, who never truly had the pleasure (misfortune?) of knowing his father. Than there's Rose Wilson, who doesn't really know English all that well and is dealing with the trauma of watching her mother die before her.

So Dick has to really step up - as a business man, as a leader, as Batman, and as a father.

Luckily he's got Slade, who fuck's like he fights. It tuff that Dick is quickly falling in love with Slade, and Rose, who he can't help but see as his kid, too.

Oh I love this idea so much, its great!! I would love to read it as well ahaha and I might write something 👀👀 but it's a big project so I wouldn't be able to do the whole thing

But you can let me know if you have any fav/special scene in mind (or a few 😌) and I might write it. You can also check out my commission info if that's what you'd preffer and you're able to afford it!

I love bodyguard Slade stories, I'm a sucker for those honestly haha and I love how here he's protecting not only Dick but the whole family. And its just so delicious that Dick hasn't talked to Bruce in so long and now he's thrown back into his life- but Bruce is dead and Dick has to take on the mantle and help the city and raise three kids and keep them all alive and not go crazy and-

I love that you're making it even more messy and difficult for Dick by putting Rose in the middle of it too lmao. I can already imagine all the trouble the family would have together

Slade wearing a three piece is a sight and I don't blame Dick at all 🙈🙈 But seriously, I adore their relationship in this, it's so complex and complicated. I can imagine them bonding over some whisky when the kids are deep asleep and Dick getting frustrated with what his life is now and Slade just letting him cry while holding him close AGHH SO GOOD

Thank you for sharing! Again, its a great idea and I'd love to play with it a bit if you allow me 🤗💕

[c0ffeeh0und]

4, 8, 11 and 17? 👀👀👀

Hi Val!

It’s always a pleasure to see your name in my inbox!

4. A story idea you haven’t written yet.

I really want to do a time travel/time loop fic combo, but I keep psyching myself out about the mechanics of it. I tend to get hung up on details and then, just…never move past them.

I just feel like this would be a good fic for Miro? Who is someone who gives off the impression of having a fair bit of OCD?

I remember the interview where someone (I think Heika though that might be wrong) asked Miro if he knew where the puck was going to go before he shot it or something. Only for Miro to look up with the most steady gaze and say yes, every time, or something equally as confident.

Imagining him in a time travel fic trying to fix every little detail to get it “right” would be a journey.

Especially because Roope would be in the back of each adventure sporting a different haircut, and those haircuts are the only way Miro knows what timeline he’s in at first, lol.

8. If you had to write a sequel to a fic, you���d write one for…

I really want to write a sequel for mouse Wyjo where Roope is the one cursed, and he has to take a walk in Wyatt’s shoes, or, erm, paws.

11. A WIP you’d like to finish someday

All of them???

But, no, I really do have so many, but if I had to pick…I have a lockout au idea where Wyatt has to spend his rookie season in Europe (specifically Finland).

He ends up getting put in this old split level townhouse situation and his downstairs neighbor is Roope (an artist).

It needs a LOT of work, but it’s already at 10K and I love the idea very much.

17. Talk about your writing and editing process.

Oh wow… I feel like both are a nightmare?

I don’t write scenes in order. I start at the end and then jump around, filling in scenes as I get the inspiration for them.

Most of the time the scene I write last is actually the beginning, because it’s always harder for me to visualize the start than the finish.

Almost every fic I’ve abandoned is one where I wrote the beginning first.

My editing process is basically me spending a week or so with my fic, going over scenes to see if they fit or flow well into the next one.

I don’t focus on grammar as much (which is probably obvious, lol) because I’m on some thyroid meds along with some other meds that give me pretty heavy brain fog, so it’s harder for me to focus on punctuation and the scenes. I guess I focus more on the feeling of the scene than the structure of a scene if that makes sense?

Thank you so much for the ask ❤️

[dramatiquechipmunk]

Project O?

Tell me more!👀

Heh, so Project O was initially the name of my main fic's doc when I first started writing it (O from Octavia - I know, how original)

Adjacently, "Project O - journal entries" is exactly what the title suggested. Octavia's journal entries that are (and will be) sprinkled through different chapters in Marked by Fate. She's someone who documents everything she sees and everyone she meets, so the biggest part of her notes are about the companions.

Longer snippet because if I chop it off, I feel it loses some of its essence

Day 54 - Shadow-Cursed Lands (No light. No proper day. Time's a blur.) Skin’s dry. Flaky. Need cream. Everything smells like rot. Ran out of soap. Feel disgusting. Hair…let´s not talk about it. Lips are chapped. Looks bad. Should’ve packed extra oils. Idiot. Astarion  (High Elf, Rogue—Still a Vampire): - Red eyes. That stare. Caught him watching me. Again. - Avoiding him. Have to. Heart skips too many beats when he’s near. He’s dangerous. I can’t get distracted. - Why does he look better in this cursed place? Hair too perfect. Armor fits too well. Not fair. - Has pomade. Need to borrow some. - But he’s getting reckless with the tadpole powers. His eyes glinted purple after we left Moonrise. Is he even scared of this anymore? - He saved me. More than once. I saved him too. I don´t mind it.  - Dreamt of him last night. Again. Don’t want to admit what kind of dream. Shadowheart (Half-Elf, Cleric of Shar): - Hair still flawless. Damn her. But... she’s softer now. Less guarded. - Saw her smile today. Proper smile. It was... nice. - Seems to thrive in this place. It´s…unsettling. - Saved my life again. Her magic's always reliable, even if it comes from the dark. - The Nightsong. A weapon or a person? Not sure anymore. - Could trust her with my life. Maybe not my secrets, though. Not yet. Wyll (Human, Warlock, Noble): - Still won’t talk about Mizora. Saw him staring into the dark like she’s calling him. - Got used to his horns, I think. - He’s always got our backs, even here in this cursed place. - Dependable. Heroic. Maybe too heroic. Still naive sometimes. - Talks more about his dad. Nice to listen to. - Moonrise changed him. Quieter. More thoughtful. What’s going through his head? - Boots are finally filthy. About time. Karlach (Tiefling, Barbarian): - Keeps laughing despite the gloom. Her laugh’s the only light left here. - Said she misses the smell of flowers. I miss the smell of soap. - She’s getting restless. Needs a fight. Saw her punching a tree earlier - I want to hug her but I can´t. Need to fix engine. - Getting closer to Wyll. Might be something there. She deserves that kind of affection, honestly. - Told me about Gortash. What a piece of shit.  Lae’zel (Githyanki, Fighter): - Would follow her into any fight. Even if she’d bite my head off after. - Still scares me - Threw herself between me and that cursed undead the other day. We didn´t talk about it. - Still thinks about Vlaakith. Feels lost a bit. Barely talks about it. - Snapping at everyone. Tension building. - Told me I look tired. Didn´t appreciate it. Gale (Human, Wizard): - Quiet. Too quiet. - Not talking about Mystra much anymore. Feels... off. - Fuck Mystra. - Seriously considers blowing himself up. Idiot. Have to stop him. - Clever. Annoyingly clever, but he's been essential. The things he knows… He’s been unraveling secrets from Moonrise faster than I can keep up. - Still helps me tame my magic. Still won´t admit I like it. - Note: get him a nice book when we arrive in the city

if you read 'till the end, thank you ❤️

[acefaun]

Does anybody miss our old days ( few months ago), when we were active? When we were interacting with each other?

YES 🥺 Lord, that was the best time.

The post-Renaissance boom that might be going on under my nose? I've been thinking about how sad it is, that I've been basically non-existent on Instagram for the past couple years which I used to thrive on, and I haven't been on Tumblr in forever. 😵‍💫 But I'm slowly, very slowly working on a funny mother's day fic at least. So, ✨ we got something in progress. I'm tryna get back into it!

I'm also trying to get back into actually reading fics, because inspiration feeds inspiration, ya know? And people got nice things I've never seen. But I haven't had time to just sit and read. I've still got a fun Hobbit book I haven't been able to pick up!

But to be fair, I didn't have 2 jobs a few months ago... Now I suddenly had to pick up slack and work a morning job and run a business in the afternoon. And my banner came out nice for the business! We even have cool work tshirts now that I'm selling.

Along with those two jobs, I also got a girlfriend last month. 😚 I never thought I'd date someone with a child, but here I am. 👀 It's fine! We've been besties since high school so it seems like it was a matter of time. I was already named the nanny of the little bean so now I'm just even more part of the family. It's a nice emotional recharge when my jobs get to be too much. I suggest an emotional-recharge girlfriend for anyone in need.

She's got me started watching Hazbin Hotel with her. And I've been on a Alastor/Lucifer kick lately.

Alastor because scary deer man. Spooky radio demon. 🥴

Alastor=Deer Me=Faun Alastor=Me

And Lucifer because... Well, King of Hell, am I right? 🔥💕 Powerful King man. Sad fallen angel dude that sings beautifully and has a quirky fixation? I want.

But yes! 🥺 Once I finish all this extra business prep stuff, I hope I have more free time to be creative again. I'm writing a total of two sentences a day at this point and I'm not getting anything finished. But I have unwritten ideas and plots and that's what counts right? No? It only counts if it's posted and readable. ✨ I'll get there eventually.

Until then.... Let's just say what great fandoms we have and hope our patience can last a bit longer before our next mental breakdown! ✨

[riveriafalll]

hiii, seems like shits hit the fan for you, hope everything improves!!

any indication as to what project(s) those 8k-or-so words are from? 👀 always happy to hear about your writing, but no worries if not if course

sending my best

🍁anon

hii 🍁anon!!!! been a few weeks since ive seen you around, hope you're doing well dude!

yeah it's been- it's been a rough week so far, but it's cool, it's fine, we'll vibe our way through this.

i've been working on several different things this week (none of main projects, (cries) but definitely fun ones). A god 6k-ish of the 9k was from things I'd written on paper months ago, and never got round to typing up, but I've done some extra bits on various other projects as well as adding to the typed-up-ones.

Just over 4k alone was written on a Shadowhunters fic that I will be introducing soon, featuring a rather precocious OC Warlock child, Magnus Bane who can't believe he's being forced to raise a smaller version of Raphael Santiago (he's blaming Catarina for this), and a lot of sass and glitter. (set during the second TMI book and with plans to go right through and into The Dark Artifices)

There's only just under 800 words on my 'Another Life' fic, which will also be introduced at some point, but it's a concept I've been working on for... two years? Before I knew fanfiction existed, actually, when I was writing a story on paper for fun, and is centered around a female Loki, who, when she dies in Infinity War, briefly meets the conciousness of the universe, who sends her to another universe (the canon one we're familiar with) just before the Battle of New York to see what she can fix. Going by the name Até (the Greek Goddess of Mischief, and mispronounced Arty by everyone), she attempts to stop the future she knows is coming, so she can live out the rest of her life in peace, but rapidly finds herself more and more attached to the far-better-off-than-they-were-in-canon Avengers. Oh, and she's partially merged with the Tesseract.

I've done a fair amount on my fic Cadre-Coparenting (I really need to start introducing these, don't I?), which is set in the Throne of Glass Universe, where Aurelia (the younger sister of Aelin) is sent to Doranelle by her parents as a child to learn to control her powers of death and darkness, and promptly gets adopted by Lorcan who most certainly is not triggered at all by the fact she had to wear iron cuffs as a child to stop her powers, and no, he's not ready to talk about his childhood. In other words, Maeve thought it was hilarious to make the Bloodsworn raise a child, and they all got slightly attached even through their more than slight incompetence.

I had fun writing some extra Empires Rise (Empires Fall), a Fourth Wing fic starring my OC Elyrion Foxe, who was raised in Tyrrendor, evacuated before the apostasy, and joined the Riders Quadrant to reconnect with her childhood best friend (and basically cousin at this point) Xaden Riorson, while evading detection from her father who explicitly forbid her being a Rider once the Marked Ones arrived. Add in her complicated birthright, a rather boisterous blue-daggertail, and a lot of secret operations, the entire thing gets a bit difficult.

The last two are just drabbles for the minute, both under 1k words, but might be fun to do at some point in the future - a loops fic for Harry Potter, featuring Hermione and Draco as best friend loopers, who loop in and out at various points in the timeline, and alternate between following canon, causing minor chaos, and strutting around Hogwarts in matching bejeweled robes playing trumpets. Look, they have to get their fun somewhere. This fic would likely be a non-linear set of drabbles and fun ideas for them to do (possibly through requests from readers), mixed with heart-breaking angst and trauma.

The other one is also a Harry Potter fic, but is a little more complicated than that. On the night that Lily and James die, the Aurors find another child in the forest outside the house, a toddler, really, who is taken back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore to raise. Lillian is raised in Hogwarts for her entire life, spending holidays with rotating staff members, while Dumbledore refuses to tell McGonagall why she couldn't have just gone to a foster family, why he refuses to let her near snakes or dark magic, and most importantly, why as the years go on, she starts resembles a certain student from the 1940s that Minerva hoped to never see again.

Thank you for your ask, that was quite long, but fun!

[bellysoupset]

I should be sleeping but I can't, so let's do this. You asked for my comments; it's only fair I deliver.

I decided to go in the order you posted the fics - focusing on the Max + Vin + Wen trio for now -, and the first one I'm going to comment on is the Vince's low blood sugar, 2-part masterpiece.

His reason for oversleeping? This man LOVES his girlfriend. He must have been exhausted but stayed up until Wendy herself was yawning 🥺

Then Soph came with the sharing clothes question. It was hilarious. I love her character. She is so mean sometimes and tries her best to act like she doesn't want to be associated with Vince, but if anyone was to hurt her family, I know she would come after them like there was no tomorrow. Poor girl was so worried when Vin fainted. She didn't want to leave him alone and even touched his cheek despite not being a touchy person. Baby 💔

I loved the build up until the collapse, but all those little details after the collapse had me melting. Like Max being soft with Soph to get her out of the room asap before he focused on Vince. And I live for Vince calling Soph and Liv bambi. That is so sweet. No wonder she melted. I love nicknames and petnames so much. I use a bunch with my own siblings all the time too.

Also Max pulling Vince's hair into a pony tail with his very own hair tie. Then telling Vin he didn't see him in the cafeteria. Max wanted to have lunch with Vince, didn't he?

Don't even get me started on the 'you remind me of my friend' 'a handsome one?' conversation between these two. Like okay, I know Vin and Wen are in a happy relationship already, but I'm rooting for Max. They might be happier as a trio, just sayin' 👀😂

I don't think I ever mentioned this, but I love Vin as a teacher. History is not my absolute favourite, but I kinda love it. I'm sure his classes would be cool to attend. I have seen Jojo Rabbit, will he accept my essay too? Joking aside, he is also great at it because he understands the kids' needs and actually listens when they ask for extended deadline or something.

Btw, I need to ask. Was Max knocking on the door and coming into the classroom because this time it was Vince who (accidentally) held the students back and made them late from Max' class? Because that would be so funny.

Oh Gosh, I've just realised how long this already is and I haven't even commented on the second part yet. I told you I won't be able to shut up.

Anyways, I love Max' humour and his absolute(ly adorable) cluelessness when it comes to caretaking. I'm not worried though, he is going to learn it pretty soon with the rest of the dumbasses coming into the picture.

But like, he brought Vin to the infirmary, drove him home, and tried his very best despite being distracted a little, so he is already on the right path.

Btw, I am sooo in for the idea of Mama Monacelli inviting Max to dinner and going all out not to make his sensitive tummy hurt, and just basically adopting him like she did with Leo. 🥰🥰

Alright, I'm shutting up now. Gonna come back in further asks to comment on the other fics later though. You are going to get so tired of me by the time I finish flooding your inbox 🙈

Have a nice day / evening Soup 💞

- 💜

I'm SO not sorry I deterred your night, I wanna be but I'm really not 😂

Vince is so in love with this girl, I sometimes think I don't make it clear enough because they're not as dramatic about it as Luke & Bell are.

Also yes, Sophia would tear anyone who hurt her family to shreds!! I love writing mean girls sooo much, its the best of fun.

Vince would absolutely let you hand in your essay on Jojo and maybe even add a sticker or some funny notes on the edge. In my head Vince is not meant to teach teens/adults though, not at all. He's made to teach the little ones!

Max WAS outside because Vince held up the teens! In my first draft of the story I actually switched POV halfway through, because I really wanted to have Max annoyed that Vin had held them up and going there to rescue them, only to see Vince collapsing and freaking out.

I solved that by keeping the "flashback" in part 2, but I guess it makes part 1 a bit confusing 😂 I also had a whole line that I forgot to add, that was Max staring at Vince and just being 🤨🤨 "why is your shirt so tight? Whore" since Vin/Luke do not wear the same size!

I imagine Mama Monacelli is going to be very very mindful of Max's sensitive tummy and then he'll get sick either way, because he winds up eating too much 😭

Oh btw, I downloaded the movie, gonna watch tonight! I'll let you know tomorrow what I thought, but I looked at letterbox and it was SO WILD compared to what you described lol

[panevanbuckley]

tagged by @magdacimy thank you so much dear!! 💙

-20 questions for fic writers-

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 292 (jesus)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 649,327 (it's not as much as you might expect from the amount of fics bc i specialise in short fics)

3. What fandoms do you write for? atm? 9-1-1 is the fandom i have most fics for i think but i haven't written one in about a year. (i should get back on that!). i also sometimes do harry potter fics (usually jegulus), and i just started dipping my toe in f1 fics 👀

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. baby, come home [buddie] - 9033 (which is WILD to me)

2. don't tell my husband (he'll kill me) [buddie] - 8117

3. don't blame me, love made me crazy [jegulus] - 7691 (recently lost it's number 2 spot which makes me sad ngl)

4. come home to my heart [buddie] - 7491

5. fake boyfriends (with real kisses) [buddie] - 6790

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i used to all the time!! but in the past couple years it started getting overwhelming and now i rarely do but i DO read every single one and they make me smile every time 🥺

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oh gosh i rarely write angst but the first one that came to mind was a 1917 fic ('loving you is a losing game'), that was pretty angsty

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? umm...literally any fic i write?? happy beginning, happy middle, happy ending. that's my brand of fic writing

8. Do you get hate on fics? not that i know of (and i'm ever grateful for that! i have the BEST readers)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? not really. i dabbled here and there in the past but i'm just not very good at it 😭

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? again not really. i did do a world war z x justified fic ('don't count your chickens before they hatch') because i'm total loosier trash so it was like an alternate universe of them in a way because of the same two actors 💀

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i think i have? actually idk people have asked if they can translate fics and i said yes but i haven't got links available to me. somebody once did a podfic ('in the silence we fall apart') translation though and i loved that!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i once wrote a part for a 5+1 buddie fic but i don't think the full thing ever got posted?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 100% gotta be buddie hasn't it? they consumed my entire soul. i have sooo many otps though

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? there was a hogwarts au 'the pacific' fic i started writing in lockdown that must be over 10k that i never finished... i think about that a lot

16. What are your writing strengths? umm.. nothing?? no but in all fairness i have no idea but people have always told me my characterization is good. or my ability to make up OCs (which i do A LOT)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? god, speech? writing anything longer than 5k 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i LOVE it! i've had to do it quite a lot because usually the characters i write are multilingual

19. First fandom you wrote for? the maze runner!! goddd back in my wattpad days i wrote SO many newtmas/dylmas fics it was unreal. they really got me into fic writing

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? funnily enough it's not any of my buddie fics. even though i love those fics dearly and they're definitely favourites. but the one that owns my heart is 'don't blame me, love made me crazy'. it was the first jegulus fic i wrote, i had only gotten into the ship a few days prior and sat down to do a short fic but in a couple hours i had over 5k written and wasn't even halfway through 💀 this was back in the days when jegulus was still a rare pair too! and the love i got on it blew me away 🥺 so a huge thank you to anybody that read that fic!!

tagging literally anybody that sees this and wants to do it because i'm not sure who writes and posts on ao3! please tag me in your posts so i can check out your work too 👀

[saunteredserpent]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

hiii Jenna thank you for sending this in 🩷

I would say,, my personal top five fics I've written would have to be, in no specific order of absolute favorite, would be:

Fair Day

Whatever I Had, I Finally Sat Alone

Andante, Andante

We Can Speak In Flowers

And Maybe, Just Maybe I'll Come Home

ngl I'm for some reason actually lowkey nervous about the fact that these are all only kingdom hearts fics and that I haven't written and posted nearly enough for any of my other fandoms (looks at my good omens florist!Crowley au I started writing a few months ago and posted the first chapter of but that I still have yet to update. sweats.) but. I'll give a brief synopsis for these fics, as well as my personal thoughts and feelings regarding each one, below the readmore:

Fair Day was a sorikai request fluff fic I got a few years ago, and to this day I still think it turned out really cute and fluffy for sure. essentially, the plot for this one is Kairi breaks her leg and is bored/frustrated being cooped up at home while in recovery, and the boys decide to cheer her up by taking her to the Destiny Islands' yearly fair. cute and fluffy shenanigans ensue.

WIHIFSA is a post-DDD, pre-III Sora character study fic I wrote for a now former friend, and even though I'm no longer friends with that person the fic itself is one of the pieces I'm still proud of having written ngl. I wanted to tap into Sora's headspace and emotions regarding... pretty much everything leading up to that point, and I feel like I might have done a decent job? I mean, I did give the poor kid a lowkey anxiety attack in the fic itself, but. y'know. he deserves to have those moments where he breaks down, and I will not take criticism or questions on this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Andante, Andante is the post-kh III terraqua fic I wrote back after the game came out. it remains to be both the first ever kingdom hearts fic I ever wrote and the first one I ever posted, and it's one that as a result of this will forever hold a special place in my heart tbh.

We Can Speak In Flowers is a Kairi and Leon friendship piece I actually wrote as a gift for a roleplay partner of mine (who ofc writes Leon/Squall where I write Kairi), and is by far in my opinion quite possibly one of the BEST fics I've written, even for being a oneshot. I had a fun time researching flower language and flower symbolisms for the fic itself and while I was admittedly also somewhat anxious about how I portrayed Leon for this one, I feel like I managed to pull off his characterization decently enough.

and finally, last but not least: And Maybe, Just Maybe I'll Come Home is another one that just. honestly remains to hold a special place in my heart forever. it's an au I wrote after watching the DreamWorks Sinbad movie and thinking to myself 'okay, but what if this plotlime but polyamory and sorikai 👀'

but yee!! if anyone is interested in going to read these, y'all have my permission and you're more than welcome to comment or kudos or however it is you wish to engage with them after doing so!!

[otomiyaa]

Questions & Answers

Hi hi, finally some time to write this! Due to recent events I've been getting some questions from various people and I also have some questions for you guys so I'll try to do this in 1 post 😸

My answers:

Are you really not planning to write fics anymore?

That's the plan *nodnod*, but you know me. There's always a 'but' and a clown mask ready in my storage to put on if I happen to go against my own words. But the intention is to stop posting fics here, I'm too tired of it now lol. I might post a fic or two on AO3 once in a while, maybe write a collab with Mia if I feel like it. It's just... how do I say it.. my motivation to write more fics basically got washed down the drain together with blog #1. Let us see for how long that motivation swims in the sewers...

Can you reupload [fic name]?

If it's on my AO3, I won't. If it's not, hmm.... I probably also won't. But! It depends on the fic. Always feel free to ask, but please don't get angry when I say no! ^^ For now I have an exception: commissions. More about this down below in my question to you guys.

Why won't you try to get your old blog back?

It would require filing an objection against the copyright claims against me with all the legal risks, submitting my personal info from home address to name, and consenting to USA legal law stuffs bluhblahblah... :") For me too much of a hassle. I don't think my blog is worth it. Even if I don't know the exact details, I'm sure they're not wrong. Whether it's fair or not, most fandom stuff has copyright issues in the end, so I can't protest against the claims with 100% certainty it won't get me in real trouble. More info about this soon in another post!

My questions:

👇 only for those interested, feel free to comment, send ask or DM if you have can help :)

Do you have reblogs of my old posts?

To everyone who has some posts left on their blog that were mine, whether it's a headcanon, fic (still accessible one, so not a broken 'keep reading'- link), manga or anime scene, ask game, gif set or translation, if it's not too much trouble could you maybe comment on that post and @ me? Or... send me a link or smth in DM? Doesn't need to be every single trivial post. Maybe just the ones you liked most, or something... idk. I just might want to re-share a couple of posts here and it's so hard finding reblogs of my anonface-blog through search functions and stuff. Any help will be greatly appreciated!

P.S. I also found a lot of old posts, or posts that I liked (such as tickle art etc.) in the archives of @ticklygiggles, @ticklishdreams, @infrequent-creator - I hope you guys won't mind me making use of this (also thank you for the awesome support through the years afihs;ogojjoihgjn)!

Did you have a commission that was on my blog and do you prefer if this is reposted or not?

Some people 'bought' fics back when I had a shady kofi shop running and those fics were posted both on my AO3 and Tumblr (+ were sent in PDF format if requested). No matter how much you paid for the fic, part of the deal was that it would be posted on Tumblr so if by any chance you lost a commissioned fic and wish for me to repost this here on the new blog, please let me know...:3

Anything else? 👀

Well... With the loss of my account there were more things that went lost than just my fics, such as asks that were still in my inbox, DMs, personal stories and more. I did not back up anything and have zero overview and my memory is shit. If I am forgetting something, if you once sent me something and it's now gone (and you still have it), or if there's anything else I am missing smh, please let me know.

However please note that I am not planning to turn this blog into a copy of my previous one. If you submitted a fic to my old blog, I won't repost it here sadly (I hope you saved it). But if you posted an irl tickle story (I'll still accept these), a headcanon for your fav character or pairing or something else, I'll gladly accept it even if it's a copy of what you once sent to my old blog! With that said, I'll go back to finishing that second-to-last tickletober fic of mine... after I eat dinner. muhahah.