#RHM fic

[3lliesan]

Looking back at this image, I realize another fun thing to add would be, Kalim being Emu in this scenario. Imagine, after Jamil's Overblot, Kalim notices certain... fake expressions better. Specifically fake smiles.

maybe in Pjsk!twst au, after the firsties upload a song with Yuu being the lead singer, he cannot unsee the expression that the Prefect wears on a daily basis even after dealing with a horde of dangerous situations at NRC. (either from the deadbeat headmage or sheer bad luck.)

He knows that it's unlikely for Yuu to do the same thing Jamil did... But the looming possibility of one of the few genuine people he can bond with, no strings attached, feeling the same thing Jamil must've felt until he snapped...

The lil' guy just wants his friend to at least give a genuine smile at the end of the day, even if they don't decide to confide in him, y'know? :(

[yours-the-author]

...Wait, what was this meeting supposed to be about?

Meanwhile, RHM is just extremely confused.

I was inspired by some fanart of Sven I saw (I'll reblog it when I find it), and I couldn't stop until I was done. Admittedly, not my proudest moment, but I had a bit of a chuckle. For the full effect, use this audio to hear the extent of Sven's pain.

[suddenly-stickmin]

For writing request. How about Right waking up after ITA events? Either Reginald is captured or Henry is leader.

“…He’s been…Some days now…” A quiet voice crept into Right Hand Man’s ear.

Another followed, “His vitals are…And his eye’s still…”

For every word Right could hear, another escaped his grasp.

He tried to open his mouth to get the attention of whoever was near, but he couldn’t.

He tried to move to signal that he was awake, but he couldn’t.

He felt heavy. Each breath he took, each shift of his body, even the twitch of a finger felt as though it was all happening with a crushing weight atop of him. He scrunched his brows and mumbled something. It wasn’t a word, and it wasn’t loud, but it was just enough to alert those around him.

A sharp gasp pierced the air.

The once quiet chatter grew into yells.

Right tried to put his hands to his ears to block out the noise, but he couldn’t.

As the noises grew louder, he tried to move his arms again.

Something—Someone?—Was restraining him.

Where was he?

Had he been captured?

Where was he?

Where was he?

Why couldn’t he see?

He tried to sit up, but his body still felt too heavy, and his feet kept touching what felt like hundreds of cold…Threads? Pipes? Wires? He couldn’t tell—

But whatever they were, he swore one of them had wrapped itself around his leg.

He let out another sound, louder and more pained as he kicked his leg out and heard a ‘SNAP’.

The shouting stopped for a moment.

And Right could finally open his eyes.

But instead of seeing a room, or people, or anything—all he saw was red.

A demanding, saturated red that burned into his mind and made him wish he was blind again.

He tried to shut his eyes, but instead of darkness, white speckles dashed across his vision.

The speckles got bigger.

They got faster.

They darted about and kept fusing with one another until they started to create shapes that vaguely resembled people.

The voices started to fill the air again.

His head started to pound.

The voices grew louder.

The restraints around his arms got tighter.

The white figures kept moving.

Everything kept moving.

He hated this.

Where was he?

He wanted the noise to stop.

He wanted to hold himself.

He wanted to gouge his eyes out.

Right felt all those vile emotions; the hatred, the confusion, the fear rise from his throat and claw their way out of his mouth.

He screamed and tried to break away from his restraints.

He screamed as the people rushed towards him.

He screamed as the red in his vision started to sputter and flash like a broken screen.

He had been captured.

And if he had been captured, then that meant—

Right watched as one of the white silhouettes got closer to him. The pixels that made their body were constantly fluttering like gnats he wanted nothing more than to crush. He watched as a thin line of pixels—an arm—reached out to him. Right’s breaths grew heavy and coarse as he watched it get closer, and then, with as much strength as he could, he shot his hands towards them.

Loud cracks and tears filled the air.

His arms felt like they had been set on fire, but they were getting lighter with each crack he heard.

His eyes were locked onto his target.

He felt his body lose more and more stability.

As soon as he felt his body start to fall, he grabbed onto the person and took them down with him.

A loud thud shook the room. His vision was filled with static again.

He kept a hold on his capturer, fingers digging deep into their back as he brought his face closer to theirs.

“Reginald…” Right finally spoke, his voice strained as the words seeped through his teeth, “Reginald Copperbottom, where is he?”

The screams of the other people flooded his ears. He couldn’t even see the mouth of the person he was holding on to. His body shook with anger.

He repeated the Toppat leader’s name loud enough to burn his throat as he tore into the skin of his capturer.

“…Out…him…!” Another voice shouted, “…For Heaven’s sake, pull them out!”

Before Right could process what was said, the pain of what felt like hundreds of needles shot through his head.

He sharply inhaled and squeezed his eyes shut—

And suddenly, the red disappeared.

And then there was darkness.

A comforting, warm darkness that paired wonderfully with the silence.

He opened his eyes again, slowly, and he could see.

He could see the white tiled floors, the bright, buzzing white lights on the tiled ceiling, and his arms…

Right’s mouth opened as his eyes trailed down his arms, one still being his flesh, but the other—

His eyes stopped when he realized who he was still holding onto.

Sven, a younger Toppoat member, who laid on his back with his eyes squeezed shut as he choked back sobs. His blond hair was dirtied by the dust on the floor, and his blue top hat had been thrown several feet away.

“I don’t know—I don’t know. I’m sorry, I don’t know—“ Sven whimpered as he kept shaking his head.

Right stared at him. His fingers slowly uncurled around Sven and he brought his hands to his face. The tips of them were stained with fresh blood.

He kept looking at his robotic hand. He clenched it into a fist and dug his fingers into the palm as hard as he could, but felt nothing.

He looked at the rest of his body. His legs had been rebuilt. They were the same size, the same shape, and had every little detail they used to have when they were flesh, every jutted bump and curve, yet they had never looked so alien before.

Right didn’t protest when the other people held him by his arms and carefully pulled him off of Sven.

His hands slowly went to his head and he held onto it. Any motion, any noise, and anybody else in the room had been reduced to nothing but blurred shapes. He couldn’t feel the floor beneath him anymore, he couldn’t feel the hands on him, he couldn’t feel his heart drum against his chest. He had never felt more hollow in his entire life.

“Sir…” A wavering voice called out to him.

Right brought his head up to see Carol Cross, her black hair a wreck and her expression broken as she approached him. In her hands she held the ruined, light gray top hat of Reginald.

[cosmicdenro]

'rhm and wilhelm trying to hang out but their duties getting in the way so much so their relationship deteriorates throughout the months but in a way that makes them prone to jealousy of others getting to spend more time with the other and unable to figure out what the other even enjoys enough anynore as a gift' for tonight sir?

[mica949]

Copperright drabble

It was only a matter of time before one of them got seriously injured. That didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

Reginald was a talkative person. Now that he wasn’t allowed to talk, doctor's orders, he had an almost pouty expression as he fought to not pick at the scars on his bare hands. 

RHM blamed himself of course. He had been mere feet away when some government dog had fired to kill. This time he wasn’t fast enough. 

An inch away from an artery, straight into a lung. Honestly, he was taking it a lot worse than the man who was actually shot. 

“You’re overthinking it, aren’t you?”

There was a slight wheeze to Reg’s voice. RHM snapped out of his thoughts for just a moment, diverting his attention to his husband in the hospital bed. “You aren’t supposed to be talking.”

Reg rolled his eyes, then gave RHM a stare that somehow conveyed what he just said. 

He sighed. “It’s my job to protect you.” At Reg’s eyebrow raise he continued, “I’m not your right hand man for nothing.”

Through the years they’d spent together, he’d gotten pretty good at reading Reg. And he recognized that deadpan. 

“If your sense of worth was any lower, I’d have to stop you from jumping off cliffs in my honor.”

RHM sighed. “You’d feel the same if something happened to me.”

That hard expression softened a little. “I’m fine.” 

“You aren’t supposed to be talking.”

Reg let out a frustrated sigh. Despite the troubled emotions, RHM couldn’t help but chuckle at the familiar dramatics. 

[eunchancorner]

Trying Something New (T4L AU)

This feels more like word vomit than a fic but I feel like if I made the askblog I might as well give more insight into the main ship it's centered around

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“Henry? Can you come here a moment?” Reginald requested of the leader, who was currently sitting in his office. Henry looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, dropping his pen before standing and walking over to the door where the brunette stood.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” he asked, before being grabbed by the wrist. He took it as a demand to follow his predecessor and did so, being practically dragged to his room where his Right Hand Man also was.

“Should… Should I be concerned?” he asked, looking between the two, and he could almost see Reginald realize this probably looked bad.

“No, no, I-I’m sorry, that was abrupt of me…” the brunette apologized, letting go of Henry and sitting on the bed next to his husband. “I’m just… I have a lot on my mind, so I didn’t think.”

“That’s okay, so, what’s up, then? You obviously needed me.”

“I…” Reginald trailed off before looking at RHM, who nodded encouragingly with a quiet ‘Go on…’

“Henry, for a while now, I’ve… we’ve been feeling more and more fond of you. I feel like over time, we’ve gotten to know you quite well, including some things that I, at least, just can’t help but like… So, we were wondering if you would… Like to join Righty and I?”

Henry paused. Was he hearing this right? No, no, he couldn’t be. Reginald and RHM were usually very closed-off about their relationship, reserving so much for only each other. Besides, he thought they hated him after what he’d done! Other than the respectful stepping down after stopping the government raid, the chats they had whenever they saw each other, and the playful pranks that ended up with Reginald tickling him…

Wait.

“Ohhh my god I’m an idiot…” Henry sighed, crossing his arms and putting his head in his hand.

Reginald and RHM looked at each other in confusion at the response.

“Excuse me?” Right asked, and Henry tried to wave it off.

“I-It’s nothing, I just- I thought you guys didn’t want anyone to join your whole… thing you’ve got going on, but, then I realized we’ve been… I’m stupid, I just missed a lot of signs,” the leader admitted, earning a quiet giggle from the brunette.

“No, no, I understand,” Reginald assured him, “But… We’d like an answer. I-I will admit, I’m probably more anxious about it, but I have a feeling as time goes on, Righty will come to feel as strongly as I do… If you accept, of course.”

“I… I guess there’s no harm in it, right?” the leader decided, smiling a bit. “I mean, I’ve been lonely, and you guys are really good company, so… Yeah. Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

[fictionkinfessions]

it's so frustrating that my source's fandom died out so quickly. like i know there isn't really new content for it after the collection came out, but i've already looked at all of the art and all of the fics and all of the aus and everyone who had connections to my source a couple years ago has fizzled out by now. but i'm still here and our system is still obsessed with it.

anyways, got all of the achievements in the collection recently, and got one of our friends into it, so that's nice. unfortunately our brain refuses to leave 2020 ever. - henry stickmin (fictive)

Anonymous asked:

add-on for my last ask now that i think about it:

if there's any fictives left of charles, ellie, reggie, rhm (or literally anyone from my source). or anyone who's still kin with them, i hope you guys are doing good. also i'm stealing your cash (/j) - henry stickmin (fictive)

[jaytoons7]

Y'know how when I drew this I said Hazel didn't know Jay was Toppat yet? Here's her figuring out! This is my longest fic yet I worked all morning on it

Notes: Takes place between FtC and CtM. Reginald's currently arrested and RHM's in a coma, Making Sven the current leader. The rocket hasn't been launched yet, But it's nearing its final stages.

Warnings: Gun violence, Gun injury, It's implied that a bunch of government soldiers were killed, Kinda open ending (Might eventually write a continuation though)

“After the disappearance of the Tunisian Diamond a year ago, The museum owners are finally ready to reveal their newest exhibit.” The news lady, Alice Hamilton spoke. “Archaeologists recently found a large topaz in a once forgotten Egyptian tomb. With it’s supposed age and the great condition it was found in, It’s said to be worth nearly 1 billion dollars-”

“HOLY SHIT!!” Jay was sitting in a dorm room eating a snack while watching this news story. He choked on their food and nearly fell off the bed, With Spot running over to make sure he was okay.”

Jay managed to swallow their food and looked over at their dog. “A billion dollars!? Are they serious!?” Spot only wagged his tail in response. “I need to get a better look at this! Maybe I can come up with a heist once I scope out the area. But how am I gonna get closer? The exhibit won’t be officially open for a while-”

Suddenly, Hazel excitedly came into the dorm. “Jay-Jay! I have the most exciting news ever!” Jay looked over at his girlfriend with a smile. “Really? Go on, Tell me!” “Well, Y’know how I wanted to someday cover a big news story?” She began bouncing in place. “Well, The Museum of Natural History and Culture called the news publishers I work with and asked for a private news story about the Egyptian Topaz, And they recommended me for the job!”

Jay ran over and hugged Hazel. “Oh my god, That’s amazing Juni! I’m so happy for you!” Hazel spun around in happiness while still holding Jay, Both now laughing. “They want me to go to the museum tomorrow for an interview with the museum owners.” She then blushed a bit. “So I was wondering, Would you like to come with me? We’ve both been really busy lately and I think it’d be fun to have a day where it’s just the two of us, Kinda like a date.”

Jay perked up at that. Not only would they be able to spend the day with Hazel, But he’d also be able to scope out the new exhibit. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Hazel kissed Jay’s cheek a few times. “Thank you! Thank you! You’ve just made tomorrow the best day ever!”

Early that next morning, While Hazel was still asleep, Jay called Sven and made him aware that he would be scoping out the topaz exhibit with the hopes of being able to plan a future heist afterwards. Then they got ready for their day out.

Jay and Hazel soon went into the museum, Pointing out a few motorcycles that drove by. The two then went into the in progress Egyptian artifact exhibit, With the topaz being center stage. “Whoa…” Jay looked at it in awe. “It’s even more wonderful up close!” Hazel spoke before taking a picture. “It’s amazing how thousands of years haven’t affected its beauty!”

“I see you’re impressed too.” One of the museum owners walked over to them. “You must be Hazel Juniper, Our journalist for the day.” Hazel went over and shook his hand. “Right sir! I’m gonna be performing some interviews today, If that’s alright with you.” “Of course! I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.” The owner smiled.

Hazel pulled out her signature notepad and began asking questions, Which the owner happily answered. Jay scoped out the exhibit room for about half an hour until he heard a sound. “Psst…” They looked over and saw Scottie outside of the exhibit room. Jay made sure Hazel and the owner weren’t paying attention before going over to them. “What’s up?”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.” Scottie whispered. “It’s urgent.” Jay looked back at Hazel before reluctantly nodding in agreement. “Alright. I hope this is important…”

Jay went back over to Hazel. “Hey, I’m gonna go look around the gift shop.” “Oh, Go right ahead. I’ll meet you there after I’m done.” Jay left as Hazel asked her last question. “So, Are you worried about criminals like the Toppat Clan stealing this topaz? It’s only been a year since the Tunisain Diamond was stolen.” She noticed a shift in the owner’s expression.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that.” He waved the question off. “The security will be doubled by the time the exhibit is ready to open. Nobody will be stealing it.” Hazel wrote down some notes before glancing over at the restroom door and freezing.

She saw Scottie looking around before seeing her. They glared, Pointing two fingers at their eyes, Pointed them at her, and went into the restroom. Hazel remembered her last encounter with Scottie, Learning their role in the Toppat clan. She quickly cleared her throat and faced the museum owner again.

“Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for today. Thank you for your time.” “It was absolutely no problem.” The owner shook her hand. “And if you need me for any reason at all, Don’t be afraid to visit my office.” Hazel smiled and waved as he went back towards his office.

Once he left, She quickly put her notepad in her jacket and tightened her ponytail. “Sorry Jay… I’m afraid the gift shop will have to wait.” She went behind the topaz and crouched down, Effectively hiding herself. The Toppats were up to something, And she was gonna figure out what.

When Scottie entered the bathroom, They were surprised to already see Jay in there. “Huh, You’re a minute early.” “I didn’t wanna seem suspicious.” Jay explained. “Now what exactly did you want? I was spending time with my girlfriend.” “Y’know how you were hoping to plan a future heist after scoping the exhibit out? Well, That heist is gonna have to be now.”

“W-What!? But why!?” “Turns out the Cycle Punks already beat us here.” Scottie explained. “If we don’t get this topaz out now, They’re gonna get their grubby hands on it.” “But I can’t plan a heist on such short notice-” Jay began before Scottie interrupted. “Some other Toppats already came up with what to do on the outside. We just need confirmation on what to do once we get into the exhibit room.”

Jay thought for a second. “The topaz is guarded by plexiglass, So shattering it is out of the question. But if you can somehow bypass that, There’s an easy escape using the fire exit in the former Tunisian artifact exhibit room next door.” 

“Perfect.” Scottie pulled out a communication device and spoke into it. “Make sure the security footage is hacked. Send Ulle in to deal with the guards. And make sure those Punks don’t even think about coming in!” They then hung up. “Now what?” Jay asked. “Now.” Scottie hummed. “We wait.”

Outside of the museum, Ulle stood at the entrance in casual clothing. She cleared her throat before walking in. “Hello ma’am.” A guard greeted her. “Is there any specific exhibit you’re interested in today?” “Oh! I was hoping to see the Egyptian artifact exhibit.” She answered with a smile. “We’re terribly sorry. But that exhibit won’t be open until next month. Perhaps we could show you some of our other fine exhibits?”

Ulle’s smile got toothier. “Actually, I’d like to sing a little song for you guys~”

Back in the restroom, Jay and Scottie waited patiently. After a few minutes, Ulle busted into the bathroom, Holding some trash bags. “I took care of the guards for you guys!” Jay looked at the bags in disgust. “Are they…” “Hm?” She looked at the bags she was holding and giggled. “Oh no no no! That would’ve been way too messy! I just sang them a little lullaby, Poor guys fell right asleep! The bags are for our clothes and weapons.”

She put the bags on the ground. Jay and Scottie looked in them and saw that their clothes and weapons were indeed in there. “Topbot and Burt should be taking care of the footage as we speak.” She hummed. “And the Cycle Punks are nowhere to be seen.” “Then that makes our job easier.” Scottie pulled a butcher knife from their bag. Jay just sighed, How was he gonna explain to Hazel where he ran off to..?

Speaking of Hazel, She was still hiding behind the topaz. She was beginning to get anxious, When were the Toppats gonna strike. As if on cue, Three people wearing top hats entered. Hazel quietly peeked out. 

“Hey, Didn’t you say you were here with your girlfriend?” The one wearing a music note top hat asked. “Yeah, I saw her earlier.” The one wearing a chef hat/top hat combo muttered. “Where did she go?” “She probably just went to the gift shop.” The one wearing a purple top hat answered. “Don’t worry about her, Okay? She won’t get in the way.”

Hazel got a closer look at the one wearing the purple top hat and seemed to recognise them.

“Jay..!?”

As quickly as Hazel said that, A knife was thrown in her direction. She quickly avoided it, Causing it to hit the nearby wall. “I told you to never get involved with Toppat business again Juniper.” Scottie walked over and practically yanked her out of her hiding spot. “But you just couldn’t listen could you?”

“Hey, Leave her alone-” Jay then saw Hazel looking directly at him and froze. They couldn’t read her expression. Was it anger, shock, betrayal? He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, Unable to move, Unable to say anything.

Finally, Hazel was the first one to speak. “You’re… You’re a Toppat..?” Her voice threatened to break then and there. “H-How-”

And as if things couldn’t get any “better”, A sudden explosion blew a hole in the wall nearby. The group turned and saw three Cycle Punks enter through the hole

“We could’ve just walked in the fire exit y’know…” Erin muttered. “The explosion was more fun.” Punkhauser shrugged. “Nevermind that.” Tara huffed. “Let’s just grab the topaz before those Toppats-” She saw the small group already there. “Well… This is awkward…”

“When did you guys get here!?” Ulle gasped. “About two hours ago.” Erin shrugged. “Which means we were here first! That topaz is ours!” “Over our dead bodies!” Scottie growled before pulling out two butcher knives. “We did not come up with a heist on the spot just for you punks to ruin shit!”

Ulle and Scottie began arguing with the Cycle Punks (With Jay still too shocked to move and Hazel trying to get answers) and it was clear that a battle was about to start.

“FREEZE!!” The two groups froze hearing the sudden loud voice. A bunch of government soldiers busted into the room. “Attention all Toppats and Cycle Punks! You’re under arrest for the attempted robbery of the Egyptian Topaz!"

Tara and Scottie glanced at each other. “Temporary truce?” Tara asked. “Temporary truce.” Scottie nodded in agreement. Scottie pulled out their pepper grinder and Tara turned on the gauntlets on her hands, Which glowed pink. The two began attacking the soldiers, With both groups following suit.

Hazel quickly realized that she was in way over her head. So she grabbed Jay and hid back behind the topaz’s stand. Jay got over the shock of what just happened, But they began to hyperventilate. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! None of this was supposed to happen! I wanted to tell you, But I didn’t want you to be in danger and-”

Hazel carefully held Jay’s hands. “Hey hey, Take some deep breaths.” She guided Jay through some deep breathing. “Can you listen to me Jay?” Jay nodded, Tears falling down his face. “Alright. We can worry about all that later, Okay? Right now, We need to focus on getting out of here.” Hazel leaned Jay against her and began carefully walking towards the room’s exit.

Meanwhile, Ulle was using her Meteor Shower attack on several soldiers while Scottie shot at them with their pepper grinder. Tara was punching a few soldiers with her gauntlets before looking over at Scottie. “Hey, You’re doing pretty good!” Scottie blushed at the compliment. “Uh, Thanks. You’re doing good too.”

Out of the corner of their eye, They saw a bullet firing straight towards Tara. “LOOK OUT!!” Scottie ran right in front of her, Causing the bullet to hit their side, Falling onto the ground unconscious. “SCOTTIE!” Tara punched the soldier who fired at them before kneeling down to inspect the wound. “O-Oh god! Scottie, Please! You’ve gotta wake up!” She also looked over at Erin and Punkhauser, Who were beginning to struggle. “No no… This is really bad..!”

Ulle’s voice was beginning to strain from her attacks. Suddenly, A soldier hit her against a wall, Causing her head to bleed. “End of the line Toppat!” Ulle tried to sing, But her voice had died out from the usage. She shook as she realized she was completely cornered.

Jay and Hazel were almost at the exit when they were suddenly stopped by some soldiers. “Ma’am, We’re gonna need you to step away from that Toppat so we can take them into custody.” Hazel wrapped her arms around Jay. “You ain’t taking him anywhere!”

Jay looked around at the battle going on around them, Seeing that his friends were hurt, Seeing Hazel arguing with the soldiers. His head began to hurt, He couldn’t take it anymore.

Their eyes suddenly glowed blue. An explosion of fire escaped him, Causing both Hazel and the soldiers to be knocked back. The blue fox came out, Which Hazel looked at in awe. The fox threw the soldiers to the side before running towards the battle.

The fox was completely relentless. It first disposed of the soldiers attacking Erin and Punkhauser. It then jumped in front of Ulle and roared at the soldiers attacking her, Scaring them off. Finally, It breathed fire at the group of soldiers coming towards Scottie and Tara. Any remaining soldiers retreated, Not wanting to fight this terrifying new threat.

It was like watching a trainwreck, Hazel couldn’t look away from the chaos the blue fox was causing. She finally glanced over at Jay, Who was standing with an emotionless expression. She quickly stood up and ran over to them. “Jay! Are you alright!?” Jay didn’t answer, He kept the same expression with tears streaming down their face.

“J-Jay? C’mon, Snap out of it!” Tears fell down her face. Jay looked over at her, Voice echoing. “Hazel..?” His eyes stopped glowing and he nearly fell over. Hazel caught them and realized they fell unconscious. The blue fox disappeared shortly afterwards.

Tara and Ulle quickly leaned Scottie against them, Walking them towards where Jay and Hazel were. Erin and Punkhauser followed after. “Hazel, Are you okay?” Tara asked. “Y-Yeah I- Wait, You’re a Cycle Punk!?” Tara nervously laughed. “Y-yeah… Sorry…” “Nevermind, We can talk about that once we get back to our dorm! Right now, Jay passed out and Scottie got shot!” 

“Ulle’s voice is completely fried too..” Tara added. “And that’s not even mentioning Erin and Punkhauser’s injuries…” “Hey, We’re fine!” Punkhauser insisted before wincing in pain. “Yeah… Completely fine…” Erin sarcastically replied.

Before the two girls could figure out what to do, A few Toppats suddenly entered the room, Sven being one of them. “What on earth-” He saw the completely destroyed room and injured people. “Herregud…”

[scoops404]

private on twt but I need to tell you how much I need Curse and Cure George reading RHM like this is the first fic I read from you and it means so much to me

Ahhh! I’m glad you’re excited 💜💜 I’ve got about 3K words of it so it’s not much but it’s been fun!

[roseharpermaxwell]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the perfect @whimsymanaged!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

129,672.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only HP, but I have a firstprince/rwrb story clawing its way out of my head at the moment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Really Sell It (eighth year fake dating/exhibitionism)

Lead Me Straight Back Home (roommates/coworkers to lovers, charity auction)

The Worst (bantery coworkers with indulgent office sex smut lol)

Catalyst (hermione ends engagement with ron and moves on)

A Quiet Christmas Eve (eighth year exhibitionism)

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

I do, but they build up for a few months before I tackle them. I just like to acknowledge people for taking the time out to leave a comment. I know it takes more energy than you'd think.

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

Probably She's All Yours. Somewhat open-ended but not terribly promising.

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

Everything but the one above, really.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face (much appreciated)

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

I do. Common themes of praise, exhibitionism, uh...comeplay, anal play, dry humping, gentle domme hermione + pegging. Whatever strikes my fancy or I think would be appreciated by whomever I'm writing for.

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

No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes

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

I have, a fun Scorbus with @dreamsofdramione

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I think Drarry will always be my OTP, but I have a soft spot for Dramione and am currently obsessed with firstprince.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I refuse to post anything unfinished, so whatever's languishing in my google docs is at least not leaving anyone hanging.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. Gosh, it's been awhile since I've written and it's hard to think about. Banter, maybe. I'm trying to get back into it, so I should think about this some more lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Worldbuilding and like...what someone's outfit looks like, what the room looks like. Details.

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

It's lovely and I'm always opening a tab to translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

New Girl (not as RHM)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think I always come back to two: You Always Know What to Say, which I wrote to see if I could before I started dabbling in HP fanfic, and then ended up tweaking a bit to fit a LDWS prompt. And then Let's Workshop This; I enjoy the meta aspect of Draco and Hermione cowriting some smut together.

If you see this, consider yourself tagged if you'd like to participate!

[yours-the-author]

Belated THSC Valentine's Day Art! (+Bonus OC Art)

Hey, I realized I didn't make anything for Valentine's Day, so I've been scribbling since yesterday to make some cute ship art! You know the drill, probably: CopperRight, Curtisson, PanPrice, and Stickvin! Plus some OCs from a fanfiction I'm in the process of refinishing and posting to AO3; I'll leave those under the Keep Reading line.

Also, I guess I put text in my comics instead of putting them beneath the pictures now. Art is a constant evolution, blah blah blah.

CopperRight:

It occurred to me as I was coloring this that the joke only makes sense in text form, so either Right Hand Man thinks in acronyms, or Reginald literally pronounced text speak. Also, Reg would wear a big stupid sleeping cap to bed, because he's just that extra.

(RHM=autistic headcannon go brr)

Curtisson:

Dang, I feel like my Curtisson art is always mildly angsty; first the carnival art, and now Valentine's day! At least they can kiss and make up. Also, drawing the hysterically sobbing emoji is extremely fun. Like, ridiculously so. It's so darned funny... I might have a problem.

PanPrice:

At this point, I was tired of writing and just stuck to the tried and true art of silent story telling. Dave talks too much; Rupert wants his kiss! (First time drawing a serious [i.e., non-meme] mouth on mouth kiss; Rupert's hard to draw from this angle! So are a lot of characters, actually...)

Stickvin:

First time drawing a character carrying someone in their arms! (The "Ooh Mr. Copperbottom" post doesn't count; most of that was offscreen.) Portions are hard! Just pretend there's a helicopter exploding in the background; it's late and I didn't have the energy to draw it.

Now for bonus points! I'm gonna stick some non THSC OCs under the cut; both as a means to celebrate Valentine's day but also as my super sneaky attempt to garner interest in my fic series I'm posting weekly to AO3. If that's not your thing, you can stop here; if it is, click Keep Reading.

Happy Cheap Leftover Chocolate Day! (One of my favorite holidays)

Not that it's really a secret; there's just never enough time to bring it up...

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: musicofthespheres - Impersonal Choice - The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells [Archive of Our Own]

URL: https://ift.tt/20gIwfU The collected & complete personal logs of Supervisor_332 regarding the incident on RHM Asteroid Mining Site 79-C. Warning: The following material is banned in the Corporation Rim. Read at your own risk.

(Words: 9,505) !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:the.murderbot.diaries.-.martha.wells, ::rating:teen.and.up.audiences, ::category:gen, ~ao3:the.corporation.rim.is.terrible.(murderbot.diaries), ~ao3:the.corporation.rim.(murderbot.diaries), ~ao3:minor.character.death, ~ao3:stimulant.use, ~ao3:forced.drug.use, ~ao3:morally.ambiguous.character, ~ao3:the.horrors.of.capitalism, ~ao3:character.study, ~ao3:sleep.deprivation, ~ao3:paranoia, ~ao3:hallucinations, ~author:musicofthespheres

[cosmicdenro]

ran out of energy to draw what i wanted to so drew this on call with friends :p

[mica949]

Warning for graphic depictions of torture and PTSD

He knew he didn’t have to. If he was a weaker man, he could turn back and tell RHM that he couldn’t handle it, and in all honesty, he’d probably be reassured and held close for an unreasonable amount of time. But he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t, and he had to prove that to himself.

In RBH, RHM picks up Reg before dealing with Henry. Reg is happy of course, but he can’t stop shaking after months of government interrogation.

It was just a shower. It shouldn’t be scary.

Yet, Reginald couldn’t stop himself from shaking.

He knew he didn’t have to. If he was a weaker man, he could turn back and tell RHM that he couldn’t handle it, and in all honesty, he’d probably be reassured and held close for an unreasonable amount of time. But he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t, and he had to prove that to himself. Wasn’t that what that therapist said? To work on his self-esteem in small steps? Being able to clean himself like a normal person seemed like a small step.

Reg turned the knob to the left, quickly stepping out of the way before the water could hit him. The sound of water running already had his hands shaking to the point it was a struggle to slip off the simple dress shirt, wool lined pants, and too-small boxers that actually fit after all the weight he’d lost.

He wasn’t weak. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t dark, and there was plenty of room to move around. It wasn’t the same whatsoever.

Before he could change his mind, he stepped into the shower and let the lukewarm water hit him.

—

He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d been put in here. It was pitch black, only the slightest of light slipping through the crack of the closed off entrance. Reg had never considered himself claustrophobic, but in a small concrete cell with barely enough room to lay down comfortably, he found himself struggling to breathe. 

It might have been hours or days since the last time they tortured him. Without natural light, it was near impossible to tell time if he didn’t count the seconds, and he’d lost count around 3000. It certainly felt like a while, so he wasn’t incredibly surprised when water began to spray from the ceiling.

Not surprised, but definitely upset.

Reg had stopped with the sarcastic remarks the tenth time they doused him. But he certainly wasn’t about to start begging. He stood, and nearly fell over at the wave of weakness that washed over him (How long had it been since they let him out? Should he be trying to drink this, just to stay hydrated?), barely managing to stabilize himself by gripping onto what might have been a handle. Just barely managing to stop stars from flashing before his vision before the water turned off and—

Zap.

He jumped back from the handle (?) at the sudden shock. The first one was never that bad, but this one felt stronger than average. The soles of his feet stung, and it was a genuine effort to stay upright. Reg was determined to do it though; it was worse if he was on the floor. The water would soak into him and leave him vulnerable on whatever side he landed on.

Though, he already felt drenched as a second downpour hit him. It was too hot, and he could just barely move out of the way to keep it from burning his scalp at the very least. It stopped, and he had a half second to brace himself before—

Zap.

His vision flashed white in the darkness. For a brief moment he couldn’t move, as though held in place by a beam. Then the electricity stopped, and he fell over. That was a brief effort. This time it gave him a moment to rest it seemed. Reg tried to stand, but he found that he’d developed a tremor to his body that wouldn’t go away no matter how he tried to move it. Was this it? After god knows how many shocks, was he finally dying?

The thought was terrifying. The realization that he wasn’t ready to die left him shaken and wide eyed as water scorched his already burning skin.

Zap.

Reg swore he felt his heart skip a beat. Everything ached and shook, and wow, he was dying. He didn’t think they’d actually kill him. Didn’t they need him for information? Wasn’t that the point of all this electricity? To get him to talk? He couldn’t do that if he was dead.

“Nyeh… Wait.” He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He was never the type to beg. But maybe they didn’t realize? “You’re… going to kill me.”

There was a long pause, and Reg considered that maybe they had listened and decided to stop for the moment. He tried to stop his hands from shaking long enough that he could wring most of the water out of his curls, at least stop himself from getting sick.

Then the water started again.

“Wait—” Reg sputtered. Suddenly it was really hard to breathe, and it felt like the water had turned cold despite the fact he could feel it leaving burns on him. “You’re going to kill me! You— You can’t kill me— Wait!”

Was he willing to die to keep these secrets? He’d always told himself he was. But, now that his life was flashing before his eyes, he was realizing how much he wanted it back. He didn’t want to die here. Not like this. There was so much he wanted to do. He didn’t want to die—

—

Reginald didn’t realize he had fallen until the water stopped hitting him and he was on his back. His vision was speckled with black, and his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears he could barely hear anything else. The touch of a warm hand on his cheek was so light, yet so intense he couldn’t help but jerk away. Yet before it could pull away, he was leaning into it. He didn’t realize he was crying either until that hand wiped a tear off his cheek.

“Reg.”

His right hand man’s voice was as steady as always. Even as his vision cleared and he wrapped his arms around RHM for a very soggy hug, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. It was just a shower. He had no clue why he was panicking so badly.

(He knew. But it was easier to pretend that his body and mind were out of control than admit that something inside him had been deeply, fundamentally broken in those months of capture.)

[eunchancorner]

To Love is To Comfort

Thought I could give y'all an extra sweet treat alongside part 11! Also part 12 came along much better than I thought, tho I'm not proud of it, so keep an eye out for that!

I've decided I'm gonna be working on both the Revenged and Rescued series and some drabbles, short fics and random blurbs from A Step Too Far, so have fun

Anyway enough stupidity, take softness

Right Hand Man woke up in a cold sweat, gasping sharply as he gripped the blanket on him. He sat up slowly, scanning the bedroom around him. Beside him, Reginald slept deeply, his steady breathing the only sound.

Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream, he tried to remind himself. He leaned against the headboard, closing his eye as he tried to force the details to fade away. But he just couldn’t.

His mind was kind enough to spare him the sight, but he could still hear it. He could still feel it. He brought a hand, his real hand, up to his cold, metallic cheek.

The result of him…

He sat up again with a quiet sigh, looking at his hands. One natural, a reminder of what he once had. One robotic, the result of pain. Of defeat.

Of failure.

He knew he shouldn’t feel so guilty. He knew he could only do so much. He knew this would have happened either way. But still, he was angry with himself. For getting so hurt. For failing to protect Reginald. For letting that… maniac take over, even if only for mere moments before Reginald had found him.

“Righty…?”

He gasped softly, startled by his husband’s voice.

Dammit, I thought I was quiet enough this time…

The brunette sat up beside him, taking RHM’s hands in his, looking up at him with that knowing look.

“Again…?” he asked simply, and dammit, the redhead knew better than to try to hide it by now.

“I… Yeah. Again… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, dear, it’s only been a few months…” Reg assured him, kissing his cheek softly. “It’s not all going to go away so fast…”

“I wish it would… What kind of protector am I supposed to be if I’m hung up on my own injuries? I should be stronger than this, but…” RHM’s voice cracked and he blinked back tears, huffing to himself. “How am I supposed to protect you if I can’t even… I-I can’t even…”

“Right. Look at me,” Reginald gently took his husband’s face in his hands, forcing him to look into his eyes. The redhead pressed into the soft touch, tears sliding down his cheek. He took deep breaths, trying to stop himself. He shouldn’t be crying. He shouldn’t be crying…

“Righty…” the brunette gently chided. “It’s alright… you know it’s alright… I’m the only one here…”

And like that, his face was buried in Reginald’s shoulder, sobbing quietly, clinging to his husband’s thin shirt as he cried. He slowly relaxed into his arms as Reginald murmured soft reassurances to him. Ones so familiar and yet so personal, that never lost their effect on him.

“It’s just us here… The only one who can see you is me… No one else will know… It’s just us…”

And he knew it was true. He knew Reginald would never mention how often this happened. He knew the others thought of him as tough, as terrifying, as immovable. He liked it that way, because it helped him feel like he could protect Reginald if no one would even want to cross him.

So they never mentioned the nightmares to others. They never mentioned the crying, the comforting, the soft moments they shared. To everyone else they would forever be hardened, cold, calculating killers so that they would forever be safe to be soft with each other.

Slowly, his sobs quieted. He lifted his head from Reginald’s shirt, back into his hands as a gentle thumb brushed away his last remaining tears. He pressed into the soft touch, focusing on the warmth.

“Can you smile, my darling?” the brunette asked softly, earning a short head shake as RHM averted his gaze, almost shameful.

“It’s alright…” Reginald reminded him, gently urging him to look back up. “Would you like some help?”

The redhead nodded slightly, blushing softly as the brunette’s hands moved from his cheeks, closer to his neck and under his chin. One hand with plenty of space, one carefully tucked into the little untouched space that was left.

Gentle, skittering fingers brought a wobbly smile, then quiet snickering, then soft giggles that only Reginald could pull from him. That only Reginald was allowed to pull from him.

“There it is…” he cooed softly, the brunette’s voice filled only with love and adoration that only encouraged the taller to melt into his hands. Many minutes passed before he even attempted to scrunch up, and Reginald stopped, his hands moving back to RHM’s cheeks, gently pulling him close until their foreheads were pressed together. 

A gentle kiss was exchanged between the two of them, just a few seconds before they pulled away.

“I love you, Right Hand Man… My protector.”

“And I love you too, Reginald… My comfort.”

[thesoulesscollection]

Comfort For The Tough (Request)

Request: Hi, again! I have another Toppat storyline request. It's a hurt/comfort, maybe Right worried/sad about something and Reginald trying to calm him down, which Reginald isn't quite used to because it's usually vice-versa?

Hey, I'm so terribly sorry that your request took me so long to finish. Been dealt a bad hand of writer block and other things. Like always you or anyone else interested can send in any request - it may take me a while though.

Tw/Tags: Canon Divergence, Toppat Henry, Mentioned Henry, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, & Mild Panic Attacks

Reginald's heart leaps up into his throat, a hand clasped over, left helpless he stands aside uncomfortably where his love is in the midst of a horrible panic attack. 

"It's going to be okay" He sat on his knees, gently prying the clammy hands away from the man's crumpled, scarred face, "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you again" 

This truly amazed him, how the man, so big and buff in size, an intimidatingly gruff force to beckon with, can curl up small it's got to be painful. 

"You don't need to say anything, dear. I'm here" Scooting closer, he was now a few inches, intending for Right to make the final decision if desired. 

"... I-I'm so sorry…" The redhead manages to croak, a teary eye looks up as the other glowing red stares lifelessly ahead at no one in particular. 

"Whatever are you sorry for? There's no reason why you should?" 

Unraveling his tangled up limbs, the man straightens his posture, quickly attempting to wipe the tears that stained his face, "I… Didn't do my job properly. I-I promised to protect you but I didn't… I got hurt. Badly. I was helpless to do anything… Y-you. You were in danger an-"

"You did all that you could. That's all I could ever ask from you" Reginald cups his partner's damp cheek, thumb able to dry the tears, "Nobody would've thought that. He… Would have a chainsaw on his person and that he'll use it on you. We did what ought to be done so the past is best forgotten"  

When Reginald came down from that high himself, dealt with the danger of having a total stranger break into their airship, likely to steal information or for worse. The latter had not been true, far from so as he was choked by his own gold necklace hanging off the ship's edge, a military plane a bit off. A million things had gone through his mind at the time, the state of his clan if he was arrested, and whether his devoted deputy was alive. Gosh, he's stricken with terror, yet he didn't intend to express such weakness to the intruder who brought him to such a dire situation, he's much tougher then what people often perceive him. Even when giving the reign over to the stranger, Reginald knew to always think ahead just in case and he had no qualms in taking what's rightfully his back.  

However, such plans came to a halt when he heard the horrid news, his beloved is left in a worse condition nobody expected him to come unscathed. The angry bruise across his neck faded by now is nothing compared to his partner's horrid state, left for dead, injured permanently never to be the same again. 

"I thought that I got a good handle on the dang kid. I've done this before on my own and won… Then w-why is this one so dang different... It seems like he got this unnatural luck on his bloody side and it infuriates me. Like he knew what was gonna happen next" 

Soon seething anger replaces the bubbling panicking anxiety, voice crackling in pitch as Right’s freckled, tanned face scrunches up, turning to a bright, flushed hue. His good hand balls up into a tight fist, the other lays limp on his lap. 

Shaking his head, Reginald sighs, "I know, darling, I know it hurts. You may not feel all too confident but please, don't you worry" 

"I d-don't…" Taking in a deep, shallow breath then exhaling through his flared nostrils, Right felt a smidgen better, not completely whole, "... I-I'm still confused… Wha… Why did you allow him in here? To our clan, your pride and joy when he was sent here to dismantle us. Why did you let him be our new leader… After everything he put us. Me through…" 

When Right continued to hesitantly inch forward, he kept a distance like it wouldn't be his best choice. The bigger man is a shaky mess, wearily eyeing him, cautious, similar to a scared caged animal. Hurt is made evident in his wounded, half robotic expression and what got to Reginald the most is the fear.   

"It… It wasn't my best idea, okay so I'll be truthful with you there. I was terribly scared and for a split second without a thought, I blurted it out" Reginald mumbles out his admission, stiffly shrugging, instinctively holding his partner's hand, squeezing it in silent comfort. "That he won, I gave him the title. I didn't desire for any of this to happen, you know"

"That's outta be the stupidest idea you got yet, Reg" 

"I know, really, I know. I do have a backup plan in case something goes askew. I have a sneaking suspicion it will" 

One day soon enough that grimy, no good thief will trip on his own feet to which when that finally happened Reginald would be there to return the crown rightfully back on his head. It has to be at any moment that the careless scoundrel will fall apart as the man doesn't stand a chance in the clan against his superior years as leader.  

"Most important is that you're safe. Alive. With me. So we can worry about this later"

Right raised a brow, skeptically, now sat beside Reginald, lying his head on the man's shoulder, "You better. I… Can't stand him... He scares me…" Breathing remains haggard, hand clammy when it grips Reginald's for the comfort.

"I know, dear. I'm sorry" 

In his head Reginald, determined, sets a plan to remove the dangerous threat with whatever it takes, despite the possible serious consequences.