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Need them to hang out together and bond aSAP!!!
#This is technically part of a wip but I like it enough to share already :D#Lets manifest 🕯️🕯️🕯️#qsmp Tallulah#qsmp Missa#qsmp
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I'm going to uno reverse card you and say: for the fic guessing game, 'light'?
lol that's fair
apparently I talk about light a lot (go figure) so have this one that happens to be in the middle of its story's 'Oh' moment:
But perhaps, somewhere along the line, Jamie had slipped, and now . . . well now, standing on the balcony of a palace on another planet, with the Doctor dipping his head nearer just to hide his eyes from the light - nearer, and not farther, which would've been just as easy - no, now he had to admit something was different. When it had changed or whether it hadn't at all and he'd simply been too fool to realize it before he couldn't say, and it didn't matter anyway - he knew it now, and that scared him.
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And just for kicks, under the cut I'm gonna put a longer excerpt from a totally different fic that came up while I was ctrl+f-ing 'light' in my wips - mainly because it happens to be part of a scene from a longish 'the Doctor & Jamie reunite with Zoe in 6b' story which is nowhere near completion, but feels relevant given the boxset Big Finish released last week (not that I've gotten a chance to listen to it yet, but still).
Zoe sat across from Jamie, her elbows on the table, her chin resting atop her hands - but she wasn't relaxed. She stared at him intently, and actually narrowed her eyes as he watched.
"What?" he asked, already defensive, and following through on an old self-conscious instinct, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With no mirror in sight, he looked to the Doctor to check if he'd somehow gotten something on his face already, but he looked just as baffled. Zoe hadn't broken her concentration yet.
"I'm trying to figure out if I'm older than you," she announced, still deep in thought.
"Ah--" the Doctor began, grinning wickedly, but whether he was going to answer her or merely tease they never found out, because Jamie shot an arm out lightning quick, as if to hold him back.
"No' so fast, you. Let the girl work it out."
He finished chewing and settled himself squarely in front of her for inspection. She continued to stare. "Y'know, I'm surprised you're having such trouble telling," he taunted. "After all, how old are you now?"
She opened her mouth at first to protest that she was under no obligation to announce her own age while he continued to keep his secret, but she still thought she might figure it out - and if she couldn't, she at least had the Doctor to rely on to make Jamie tell the truth.
So she shrugged. "I'm 41. But everyone here thinks I'm 39. I was born 39 years ago, of course, but counting chronologically from the time I left the Wheel with you in the Tardis, I aged two years before the Time Lords returned me to my own time. That was twenty-one years ago, now," she added, unable to judge if the faint waver of wistfulness in her voice was truly audible, or if it was just her own imagination. Thankfully, neither of them pressed her on it.
"Well, y'see, Zoe," Jamie began slowly, still chewing his last mouthful after she finished her explanation and sat waiting calmly for his reply. The Doctor leaned forward too, seemingly intrigued, though it must only have been to see what answer Jamie would try. "I was born in 1724," he paused and washed down his food with a swig from his glass, and for a moment Zoe had the grace to assume he was just working through his calculations, as she had done. "So I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he finished, setting the glass back down on the table triumphantly.
All at once she felt a young girl again, a devilish light in her eyes. She wanted to jump across the table and tackle him - but that wasn't what Madam Presidents did. "Why, you--"
"They don't traditionally swear at their guests either, Ms. Heriot."
She turned on the Doctor, shocked. "You read my mind," she began, more impressed than accusatory, but he did at least have the decency to look sheepish.
He coughed politely. "Only to, ah, verify your math. And I'm sure you could feel my presence there, if you think about it."
"I could but I didn't know that's what it was. You've gotten so much better at it."
"Had to," he said simply, and shrugged, his eyes downcast.
Well, there was more to that, clearly, she thought, filing his deliberately nonchalant expression away for closer inspection later - but for now she was not about to be deterred. She snapped her eyes and her attention both back to Jamie.
"Still, we both know the Doctor obviously continues to value honesty and accuracy, so surely he'll tell me how old you are, even if you won't."
"Not if I ask him not to - right, Doctor?"
"Well . . . " he began, noncommittally drawing the word out so long that Zoe actually had time to wonder what his plan was for once he ran out of vowel. Jamie looked so genuinely horrified it was downright comical, and she had to force herself not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"We're married, Doctor," he reminded him, indignant.
"Oh, but it's Zoe," he complained, sounding every bit the petulant child she remembered he could be, all those years ago. "And as far as I can remember, none of the ceremonies we ever partook in had anything in the vows about obeying. Although I might be wrong . . ." he added under his breath, scratching his head.
"Charming," Jamie grumbled.
"Well, when we've had as many weddings as we have it can be quite a lot to keep straight in your head. You know, I sometimes wonder if we might qualify for some kind of an all-time record. If we hadn't the need to be covert about so many of them, of course."
"Stop that!" she snapped, and the Doctor turned back to her, the picture of confused innocence.
"Stop what?"
"You're trying to help him without helping him, just by distracting me. Naturally, I want to hear everything about all these weddings of yours, and I will see to it that you'll be having another one while you're here, like it or not--"
"Yes ma'am," Jamie quipped, mock-serious.
"--But first, I am going to find out how old you are, James Robert McCrimmon, and if you force me to use your husband to do it, then that decision is on you."
Jamie mopped his face with his napkin and came out of it smiling. He stretched and dropped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, perfectly relaxed. Already, Zoe felt her heart sink, but she was careful to keep her composure.
"I'm only pullin' your leg. I'm 44."
"What, really? And you expect me to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge but then glanced at the Doctor to confirm, and when he nodded she allowed her facade to crumble, rolling her eyes. Of course she had known when she'd first laid eyes on them that they'd be cutting it close, but Jamie still had quite a bit of that boyishness about him that had made it frustrating enough being his junior the first time around, and she really thought she might genuinely have enjoyed being just a hair older than him, for a change. After all, if you had to be ripped apart from your family and sent to separate timezones to live out your lives forever wishing for an improbable reunion, it might as well be good for something. But Jamie was far too smug looking now to be pretending, and Zoe knew it. "Oh, some people have all the luck," she groaned, dropping her arms and collapsing back dejectedly against her seat.
"Aye," Jamie said, leaning in over the table to follow her, "and some people live 22 years on Earth before they meet a time traveler, then spend 5 years with him before his people erase their memory and send them home to live another 5 before he's allowed to come pick them up again, and then force the pair of 'em to've spent 12 years so far working for them. Some people, eh?" he finished hotly, swiping his glass off the table again and raising it to his mouth in one fluid motion to take a long drink. But even so, his face was not so totally obscured from view that Zoe couldn't make out the amused curl at the corner of his lips, and when she caught his gaze again the glimmer in his eye was all fondness, just as it was with Doctor's and, she knew, her own.
Yes, no matter the circumstances, it was certainly good to see them again.
#the second one is still v much under construction plz excuse any glaring errors#me: doesnt post a fic for a year & a half#also me: here's 1k in reply to an ask meme i've technically already answered ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#im quite certain i've never posted anything this long as just an excerpt hopefully it's not too out of place to be worth glancing at#but the wip it's part of is meant to eventually be a proper multi-chapter adventure-style fic so like.#that's not gonna be done for a Long time. might as well share this (hopefully fairly coherent) scene i guess#also hang on a sec - prior to the tardis tales thing last november was making zoe some kind of president like a fanon thing?#or am i just blanking on which eu story came up with that#i dont think i invented it it's not even necessarily my personal hc it's just what needed to happen for this particular fic. i think.#anyway#ugh there's enough happening here i'll tag it properly so i can find it again#jamie mccrimmon#second doctor#zoe heriot#two/jamie#6b#wip stuff
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Thanks for the tags @monbons @hushed-chorus and @whatevertheweather. I'm back and it's pick a WIP Sunday!
I really want to get back into writing Snowbaz and participating actively in the fandom. I don't exactly have more free time but I did graduate and I am technically on holiday until October, so let's try.
So I'm sharing snippets from 6 WIPs and maybe I'll be inspired to finish one of them. Help me out!!!!
1. Where Baz is a different blood sucking creature than usual. Prince and the frog but the prince is just a guy and the frog is trying to steal your blood.
The heat would be more than sufficient to make Simon reconsider all of his life choices. Give up on meat. Never touch plastic again. He'd do anything.
But no, clearly whatever sin he's committed—was it writing Jesus/Judas fanfiction when he was 15? It wasn't even explicit!—was enough to condemn him to this.
2. Holiday with the Grimms, where Simon and Baz share a bed in the same room as Malcolm and Daphne.
“Sorry I haven't delivered to my father an updated list of all the cocks I've sucked.” He wasn't smiling, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. The fake smugness. I know he's sucked half a cock (half sucked one cock?) and it was quite a disaster. “He doesn't know how deeply my virtue has already been fucked.”
I still snort at the thought. (The answer is not deeply at all.)
3. TA Simon and Baz showing up to class in a slutty Blackbeard cosplay.
I don't need a complaint for assault (let alone sexual assault) to drive my doctorate even farther away from my grasp.
I just need Grimm-Pitch to leave my classroom and come back wearing proper trousers before my overworked brain cells decide to go on permanent strike. (I'm not sure they haven't deserted me already.)
More snippets and tags under the cut!
4. Where Baz is a dryad and Simon is a woodcutter.
Simon didn't know many things, but he was pretty sure that pines weren't pretty men with long dark hair and pouty lips. Of course, Simon had never seen a man with dark green skin before, either, but he resembled a man more than a pine.
“You are not a pine. You're a man,” Simon voiced his scepticism, and he was rewarded with one more pine cone hitting his forehead. If nothing, the tree man had an impeccable aim.
5. Secret concept for this one.
Tucked in a corner as if he was trying to make himself seem smaller, yet he's got my attention like the masterpiece in a museum. Even the dim light of the pizzeria is enough to imagine the shine of his bronze curls under the summer sun. He's pale and freckled, broad and solid. Sturdy like the old table in my living room. I can perfectly see how he'd fit there, between a stack of Spinoza's complete works and the cabinet where my grandmother's Capodimonte porcelain sits unused. His back to the floor-to-ceiling window that opens on the terrace, surrounded by the bright halo of the hours before sunset. Bright like a Michelangelo in a room that's all Caravaggio.
6. This one I'm going to continue for sure when inspiration strikes, so it's not part of pick a WIP Sunday. It's maybe guess the WIP Sunday in this case.
“Sounds like you could use a break,” his deep voice says from a corner of the hall, as if he's read my mind. I see a pair of long legs first—legs for miles—crossing the room towards me, wrapped in a pair of trousers so tight I can't help but wonder how he'll take them off. (Not that I'm thinking of Baz without trousers.) (I mean, I've seen him without trousers. He wears chitons most of the time.) (He also wears really short shorts.) (I just mean I'm not thinking about taking his trousers off.) (Just. I mean.)
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WIP Snippet 5 (Ch. 3)
Pulling the door open, Aki stuck her head out, looking both ways in the relatively narrow alley outside. When her eyes surveyed what little she could see of the plaza from her position, it turned out the engine she heard was indeed a familiar one. Yet, nothing could have prepared her for a chance encounter with its rider today.
Almost in the same moment as Aki finally left the building to approach her own runner, the unexpected acquaintance seemed to spot her, immediately making a beeline in her direction.
A white riding suit, a knight-like helmet, and the distinct rumble of what Yusei had once called a bastardised French engine—seeing as it had apparently been repaired with parts from several different countries over time—announced the arrival of Sherry, who came to a halt barely a metre away from Aki's runner, immediately pulling off her helmet as she turned off her engine.
"Finally, I catch one of you again," Sherry began talking without fanfare, evidently not intending to bother with a greeting.
Debating whether she even had the energy to hold a conversation with the other right now, with how high-strung she already was, Aki spoke on a sigh, "Sherry. Fancy meeting you here."
"Uhhhh, hi there?" Carly, who had closed and locked the door behind herself in between, said to the blonde, waving innocently.
Ignoring her completely, Sherry asked Aki, "Are Yusei and your other friends inside?"
"No," Aki told her quickly, "We're the only ones here, and we're not staying. We need to get going again." Perhaps her tone was a little more brusque than intended, but if there was one thing she knew about Sherry, then that she liked clear answers, that she liked them fast, and that she could get irritating if she didn't get them fast enough.
As she placed her duel disk down on her runner again, she saw Sherry looking her up and down out of the corner of her eye. "When will any of you be back?"
"We don't know," Aki told her, hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible—and preferably without sharing the exact details of everything that was going on right now.
"Quoi? What do you mean, 'you don't know'?" Sherry asked, with an urgency in her voice that told Aki she probably wanted something from their group.
It was Carly who answered, "Well ummm... We kind of have a situation going on right now. So the boys won't be home for a while. And neither will Aki."
Now seemingly choosing to take note of the other woman's presence, Sherry looked Carly over with critical eyes. "I've seen you around here before. Who are you?" With her tone as curt and business-like as always, Sherry's question sounded less like a polite enquiry and more like a demand at a cross-examination.
Carly blinked a few times, but rather than bristling immediately, she caught herself and even managed to inject some fake cheer into her voice as she said, "Carly Nagisa, reporter at the Red-Eyes duel magazine. Nice to meet you. Properly, I mean. Sherry Leblanc, right? We've technically met before, I'm here frequently. Which you... may not have noticed, I guess."
Sherry acknowledged the introduction with barely more than a hum. Before she could ask anything further, however, Aki turned to face her fully and took it upon herself to add, "Carly is our friend and Jack's girlfriend. And she knows basically all about Iliaster, since I'm guessing that's a concern for you."
Though Sherry's eyes briefly jumped to her, with a strange mix of sharpness and curiosity in them, they were quick to come to rest on Carly again as she asked, "Atlas has a girlfriend? Wonders never cease."
#yugioh 5ds#aki izayoi#akiza izinski#carly nagisa#sherry leblanc#carly carmine#again slightly edited to keep out the spoilers#but I felt like Sherry's return might be a nice surprise for people#and I haven't posted a snippet in ages so this is long overdue#still not going past chapter 3 though lmao#thankfully there's more than enought WIP to go around#my writing#wip snippet#current wip#orchid rambles#fic writing updates
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In honour of a combo Wednesday and then post-midnight Yule, have a WIP Wednesday friends! We haven’t seen Sam for a while and Hanukkah was early this year (finished on the 15) but we are here now!
This chapter’s already gotten intense as hell for Danny and Jason with Lady Gotham but we’ve been tragically without our resident fashionable goth (sorry not sorry Bruce) and we are definitely still a muppet movie, so enjoy Sam-Miss-Piggy creating some extra chaos behind the scenes 👀
No promises about how regular these updates will be because again, plot chapter, I like letting those drop without spoiling the reveals too much, but we shall see
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Chapter 18 part i So That Just Happened
Back in her own room on the other side of the country from Gotham, Sam Manson reclined back into giant, coffin shaped body pillow her beloved girlfriend had given her when they moved and contemplated her phone.
The brand new Wayne-chat was blowing up satisfactorily, although apparently Tim was a massive stalker too. That was probably a good thing; it meant she hadn’t actually nuked Tuck’s chances with his nerd-crush. Now they could bond over their mutual stalker tendencies.
But, did that make her revenge less effective?
It wasn’t like she was actually out to ruin his life, but she’d kinda like to leave a mark. Something that would make him think twice about letting her think he and Danny had fucking died in Gotham in her absence.
Or. Well. Gone radio silent in Gotham, which was probably actually worse because if they were dead she’d know exactly where they were.
The Wayne chat were all pretty sure Tim and Tucker were together too, and Sam’s new best friend Babs had even pulled up the feed from their living room tv somehow. Sam wasn’t exactly the tech wizard Tucker was, but… after seeing that, she disconnected her and Val’s TV from the wifi.
And settled in to remote watch Tuck get his ass kicked at Spiderheck, apparently. At least for a little while; until something else on her phone caught her attention.
It was… almost funny. While she knew she was a whole two timezones away, she’d never really felt left out before. Like maybe she should have stayed on the east coast…
Not that she regretted it, of course. She had a good job, a good school, a wonderful girlfriend who’d been so excited to get into a good school and really go to town on the business department.
(Apparently there were posters of Val’s face in the ethics classrooms. Sam refused to ask if they were golden example or dire warning.)
She was just… a long way away. Even a long portal away, and… being back with the guys, even in Gotham, made the quiet of their comfy little apartment seem lonely.
Huffing, she turned and traced her fingers through the leaves of her mimosa plant on the windowsill beside the bed. They curled gently shut at her touch, and made her smile. Just like always.
She was happy to be home. She wasn’t technically liminal enough yet that it was her haunt, but… well, for all the jokes Val made, Sam had to admit she’d put down roots. She loved her job at the greenhouses, and her internship at the botanical gardens.
She loved scaring the hell out of the dudebros in Val’s business classes who thought ethics were a waste of time. She loved sharing messages with Jazz about the boys, laughing that even three hours ahead, Tuck and Danny still couldn’t get up before them.
She was kinda considering texting Harley about Timblr too. Not like, for any particular reason; if Tim’s family weren’t gonna embarrass Tucker enough, Harley probably wouldn’t either. She’d probably think it was adorable.
Or, y’know, worrying evidence of obsession. Psych types worried about stuff like that, usually.
Sam was kinda also considering sending Harley Jazz’s number. Jazz might still be skating just on the neurosurgery side of the line, but she’d always been big into psychology. Big enough to try and double major, and only drop to major-minor after the third pre-exam meltdown.
And she could use having someone else do the shrink bit on her a little more often. Although really, for that Sam should make her a professional appointment; friends didn’t ask friends to psychoanalyze their overprotective pseudo-sisters. And Jazz could use more friends.
Jazz could use a transfer to a specialty that would let her sleep once in a while, a more stable supply of fresh ecto, and about six weeks in a meditation retreat to get the accidental telepathy under control, but more friends would be good too. And less stubborn insistence on her second try for double majors.
Maybe the switch to psychiatry full time would be good for her? Or psychology. Sam was a little fuzzy on the difference, which one Jazz was minoring in, and which one Harley did.
(Jazz’s current second major was neurosurgery, which Jazz insisted was totally less taxing alongside a neurology major because it was the same body part. She was the only person in her class attempting the double major though, so.)
Humming tunelessly to herself, Sam flicked back into the group chat. Babs was still sharing the feed… brows drawing in, Sam frowned at the little spider figures still fighting to the death. Now, she wasn’t as big of a gamer as she used to be, but she was pretty sure Spiderheck didn’t actually offer red berets.
Snorting a laugh, she flicked back out of the chat and opened a new one, adding both Jazz and Harley. All it needed was the perfect name… something that would grab both of their attention.
Obvious. Child’s play.
Snuggling back into her coffin pillow, Sam grinned down at her phone screen.
Danny Has A Boyfriend chat was live.
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And in at the last minute, Jazz! We’ll see if she shows up in person this chapter, I’m hoping it’ll be the last big lore dump before the first plot arc begins but We Shall See…
Chapter 20 is right around the corner though, and I like my divisibles of 5 so I miiiiight shoot for that Red Hood Reveal then… 👀
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WIP Wednesday
tagged by @welcometololaland, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @iboatedhere, @three-drink-amy, @bonheur-cafe, @freneticfloetry. Thank you!
I would very much like to magically open my WIP and discover that the missing half of the plot has appeared. I feel like I'm writing this fic 100 words at a time, and always on the part that's easy and never on the part that's hard. This will catch up with me. Arguably, this has already caught up with me and is creating problems (which is why I'm writing it 100 words at a time).
"So," TK says, leaning back against the door, "we're in a hotel." Carlos pauses in unpacking "Yes." TK smirks. "You know what that means?" He raises an eyebrow. "You can't get up at two in the morning to get something from the fridge to snack on?" TK pouts for a moment. "True. But, you know what else we don't have here?" He makes a mystified gesture at TK, who grins broader. "Neighbors." He blinks. "I mean, there are hotel rooms on either side of this one, so technically we probably do have neighbors, we just don't know them." TK takes a step closer. "My point exactly. No neighbors we have to look in the eye in the morning if I make you get loud." There's an instant pooling heat in his stomach, like a pavlovian reaction at this point to TK saying anything with that look in his eye, with that low promise in his voice. "If I get loud?" TK shrugs, close enough now that Carlos can feel the heat of his body, and he walks two fingers up Carlos's chest to tug at the buttons on his shirt. "I mean, feel free to turn the tables, baby. I am all yours for the weekend." He snags TK's belt loops, yanking him off balance enough to stumble into Carlos, bracing himself on Carlos's arm and hip. "Kind of hoping you're mine for more than the weekend, but we can start with that."
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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)
Thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold I've been in search of ways to procrastinate <3
1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):
I'll go with one that isn't being posted yet: Callous.
2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”
Touch starvation + poor communication = Baz's No Good Very Bad Night
3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?
PTSD, disassociation, and, uh, emotional hurt/comfort?
4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?
Bold of anyone to assume I'm good enough at coming up with titles that I have multiple to choose from. Oh! But actually I do for Bait and Switch, thanks to Dre brainstorming fishing idioms with me. There were 4 alternatives, but my favorite is All is Fish, because it makes no fucking sense.
5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?
It had better be Musical Chairs.
6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)
In an uncommon turn of events, I only have one (active) WIP right now that's not already named as it will be posted, and that's "yeah sure let's just write some shit that's way later and not finish the other that's fine"
7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.
It’s just…there’s also some deer in the headlights energy to him, which, mixed with the general aura of barely tamed violence, is throwing Shepard off. Truly, it’s been a good long while since he’s done this kind of pinballing over what he’s seeing when he looks at someone.
He does know what he’s seeing when he looks back at Simon. It’s the sort of face that has him politely averting his eyes to examine the bland thread of Simon’s shirt instead. He thinks walking in on the two of them tangled up without a stitch of clothing wouldn’t feel half as intrusive as looking at that expression did.
8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.
I had to abandon about a page of the above misnamed WIP (now to be succinctly abbreviated as YSLJWSSTWLANFTOTF) because it no longer fits the tone of the rest of the fic at all, which is sad because it made me laugh. It's too long to put here in its entirety, but here's part of one line, which shall function as the dead darling's eulogy: "I know you have a dick, Baz, I’ve fucking well been thinking about it!”
9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
Okay there's one I don't want to say much about because, selfishly, I want to be the one to write it, but it's related to truth spells. (Technically I've started it because there's a document with 10 scattered lines of dialogue, but I haven't started it started it.)
10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?
I'm trying to focus on 3, but I might have to say 4 here.
11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
I have rewritten the same 4 pages of Musical Chairs about 5 times. It's absurd. I know what's going to happen, I have the ending written, I have almost everything that gets us there written, and yet this section is u n d o i n g me.
12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.
I'm gonna take that as me sending kudos to all these lovely people: @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral
#for number 6 I also have to give a shoutout to the callous chapter 'haha whoops more chapters'#my writing#ask game#(sort of?)
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*Slams fists on table* THESE HEIRS for the wip ask game pls 😤
These Heirs | Multi-Ships | JJK | Consort AU
So, as you and the whole of the Anxiety Anonymous crew know, we have a charming little AU for the JJK verse. Which, I have shared this a little on the Group Discord but I'll reshare it again.
Specifically, it was about how Sukuna as we know it does want to be considered the Prince Consort, more so the Emperor, even though that title does go to Shiu-Kong by technicality as he did father the first heir. (Yi Jeong, the firstborn child and son) But it starts off basically with Sukuna outright demanding he too should be able to have an heir with the empress. Pushing her up against a brick wall to show that he is very willing to provide his services still despite her not having visited him in some time other than to talk.
Which she quickly replies with a-
"You wish to be emperor, my prince consort, not out of love or loyalty, but out of desire to be seen as the all-powerful."
Because at this point as we all know the two know one another more than just between the sheets. By this point, he has been by her side for the better part of a decade. Izumi has already had their baby boy Yuuji approximately ten years ago as well. (How he hasn't managed to get an heir, well, Kin is just a very busy woman and is still trying to train him well enough for her cousin.) But the empire still only has one true ruler and every day she's getting pressured to pick, and every day it's looking less and less like it will be him.
Which of course, annoys the ever-loving crap out of him especially when he believes they both know he'd be the better option since they can even one another out. They have a good balance of level-headedness between them.
But she doesn't view it as such, it also doesn't help that she favors Shiu Kong and then also Nanami- a man who is not her consort.
Again, this annoys and pisses him off because- what is he doing wrong to not make her see he is good for the empire. As he is not just a brilliant mastermind of tactics, he's a man of the arts, he's driven with passion! Sure he can be brutish, but that's where she would come in!
Well, some time passes and he's lounging in the bath as Uraume scrubs him down. When they ask him a question,
"May I ask a question Lord Sukuna?" Digging their nails into the cloth as it scrubbed into Sukuna's tan skin. It was a thought that had only recently plagued them, but one they thought would not bother their lord. Shifting up as the still warm water drained from off his abdomen, dripping down his biceps and back. A crack in his neck as he stretched out the muscles. Sukuna gave an agreeable hum knowing it was not often Uraume asked much of him. Something he liked from the dual-hair-toned monk. Not holding back or stopping their efforts to clean the highly sought-after consort. Uraume was inwardly delighted to get permission to speak somewhat freely. "We have all heard how Lord Shiu Kong was brought on, Lady Manami, & Lady Yuki as well." Putting their weight into their scrubbing as they got to his shoulder blades, Uraume made a small hmph as they caught their breath. "Well, it left us curious of you. Not even the empress speaks on it."
It would lead to Sukuna dismissing them so he could finish his bath alone. Not answering their question outright, but just saying that he was the most expensive and skilled just as he still is. Which left him to think about how they really met the first time.
"As you know you may not disclose that the royal highness is here nor what it is that goes on between you both." The lanky old woman who presented herself as Mae-Hui's aid. "Yeah, yeah." With his client not yet before him, the pink-haired youth dismissed the old woman with a wave.
He thinks it's just another job, he'll pop her cherry, and then- boom. Another satisfied customer.
The reason why she was here was not for the sins of the flesh. Not as if it truly mattered what she was here for, she was paying for his time as it was. So what did it matter if she chose to just talk?
Except, she isn't, Mae-Hui Kim is the first client to actually try and talk with him. To get to know him and doesn't even sleep with him that night.
"Where are you from?" "A place far from here, it does not matter my lady." "But it does matter." Her fingers brushed over his knuckles, wrapping them around the tattoo markings on his wrists. "I wish to know of it so it does matter." The word pressed into his palm like a secret he desperately wanted to keep. But the alcohol he had spilt between his lips made it drip like a faucet during the winter months. "Megijima." Its name alone flooded his mind with memories. Pulling his wrists from her grasp, he wrung them around her own hands, thick and pristine fingers keeping them in a tight hold and pushing them back to her chest. The look of a dull moment written on his face. "Megijima?" "It's the island where I was born." "I've heard stories about-." "Peaches and ogres I'm sure, the peaches are delicious but there are no ogres beyond what you see before you." Shaking her head as she shut her eyes as if saying that he was wrong about the assumption he made- which he was. "The most famous poets get their best works from resting there." Despite the rather flat-face reaction, he was giving her. Sukuna was surprised she mentioned that. Before he had been sold off he could recall the poems the madam of the brothel had read to him and the other unfortunate children born of the dissolute harlots of her halls. The wench was brash, crude, and all around he knew she'd be in hell waiting for him with all the other sinners he had cursed. "I heard a retired general once visited and had come back with an abundance of treasure." Her lips curled as she lay there. She was actually enjoying this and he could not believe it. "About forty or so years ago from what I recall is when it took place, my father use to read me his writings. A rare chance encounter I know." He knew exactly who she was talking about. That man was the reason why he was here now.
So, when she denies him the opportunity to aid her, it hurts oddly enough.
Sukuna may not love her, but he respects her and he wants to make the empire an even stronger place. Wants to elevate its status on a worldwide spread just as she has with him to some degree.
She of course would then introduce him to her cousin. Who is absolutely enamored by him. They would have Yuuji but she'd have to give it away. Due to societal views.
This is then where Kin of course buys Sukuna's contract and begins to try and tame his feral ways so Izumi can have the man. This is where Sukuna would begin falling in love with Izumi from the constant predicaments Kin manages to put them into.
He likes her rabbit-like qualities, not just for a breeding kink joke, but the way she gets flustered. How she gives him something to make her work on and tease. She's a cute little thing that has enchanted him.
But sometimes loyalty and love can not mix. Sukuna feels a great loyalty to Kin and wishes to prove that he can be what they all "need". As I had stated before. BUT, but, this would later bring us to The Bug Hunt chapter. In which afterwards. Kin makes the ultimate decision to release Sukuna from her care and into Izumi's against his desires. Practically naming Shiu Kong as her Prince Consort in the process because Sukuna nearly gets Yi Jeong killed. Even though it was an unintentional accident that led the young prince to fall down a cliff.
This is of course when Sukuna and Izumi would get to grow closer and they'd actually get to properly know one another. He'd still be sour regardless of course, but somewhere along the line, she'd tell him about how she wishes she- well they, could meet their child.
He knows Yuuji is alive, they both do, especially after the winter party event. What she didn't know (and this is where I adlib a little because I'm not sure if it'll be group-approved) is that Yaga had messaged him about Yuuji sometime ago after Sayuri found the boy. After all Sukuna and Yuuji are practically the spitting image of one another.
MEANING!
Izumi and Sukuna might have a chance to meet their son.
It was one of those secrets that Mae-Hui didn't know about because he didn't want her to. Since he figured it would make him lose his chance even more. Just to later find out she knew Yuuji was alive because she had gone back to his old employer to hook up with some other consort.
Mae-Hui in this time though has also unintentionally pushed aside her favored cousin since giving Sukuna to her. Because now she is worried about her eldest child and less about her outer family.
This is where we get into Yuuta's portion of the story!
AND AND AND! DSFSDG- anyways, it's basically just about the drama of the royal family. How Sukuna gets kicked out of the palace, Yuuta and Yi Jeong are almost killed, Izumi and Kin get a little rift in their friendship, and just DRAMA!
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13th Sentence Game
@bcbdrums linked me this post (about sharing the 13th sentence from any WIP), and then ended up spurring me into sharing them from all my WIPs. I hope this chaos is what you wanted.
While this is mostly everything, I've skipped some WIPs for reasons such as maybe ending up as potential Resbangs™, but otherwise enjoy this absurdly long list I've put together over the course of like three hours.
You can play along and try to guess what each one's about, if you want hahaha
1, "2021 July 15"* You're sitting up, sweating like crazy, all you can focus on is taking in air.
*Technically my first fic, but it was scrapped. Never really posted it because it's too confusing and now outdated.
2. "2021 Sep 24"* As the previously stated unpredictable behaviour has led to only a small number of assessments on combat, the full extent of his abilities remain undocumented.
*Was originally for an event, but I've considering expanding upon it.
3. "(WIP) TBN" It was like the world here at DWMA was some kind of grand show, and he was just some background character.
4. Inner Strings They all called him the Soul Eater.
5. "be crime do gay" Just. Not like that.
6. Scythes don't make for practical weapons He had no idea if he was going to be able to make friends at all, let alone find a meister, someone willing to accept him for himself and actually be able to use him effectively.
7. "(simple au)" He had an odd combo of red eyes with white hair and tan skin, sharp teeth pulled into a defiant scowl, and a black jacket hunched over a frame that didn't look to understand posture for shit.
8. When Death City snows over "Come on, I doubt it'll actually snow; that shit never happens here."
9. I ain't Feline fine She gets him to stand in the center of the spell zone while instructing Maka to keep behind her, eagerly fixing her hat with her paws before starting.
10. Teeth So he'd take to his now familiar hideaway, a piano tucked away in a sparsely used room.
11. Happy Birthday, Soul Not even Maka.
12. "cursed hall" Given they've gotten to know each other to some degree before now, he was already pretty adjusted to seeing the two other members of this makeshift team: Soul and, well, Soul.
13. It's been a long night for my entire life There was always work to be done and he couldn't wait to get started.
14. One Word* Seeing all those intertwined neighbors, how easily they all sent signals together, that part of him craving to connect and belong made him feel hollow, made him wish he could have that just like everybody else.
*Let it be known that this is the notorious development hell WIP.
15. It was a dark and stormy night Of course with her literary weapon and the sudden jolt of her appearance, the figure seems to have been startled enough to give an auditory following to their jumping back, dull gleaming red blinking wildly back at her tense confusion while- Wait, Soul??
16. Ride by night only [6:19 PM] Kinda with him actually, why are you in a hurry then lol
17. The Very Hungry Soul “Well if the very hungry caterpillar would like to make sure we’re not late, he should hurry up and get dressed before I eat his breakfast for him before it gets cold.”
18. See you on the other side "Soul?"
19. The Dragon and The Moth He’s stopped entirely in his tracks when she abruptly goes in for a hug, snout nuzzling against his chest with a much softened sweetness.
20. Draconic Upon further noting its smooth surface he soon realized it wasn’t a star but in fact some sort of rock, blandly opaque like that of salt despite its odd moonlit shimmers, which even stranger still became steadily see-through in the absorbed heat of his fingertips.
21. "(wings made of arms)" Could it... really be......?
22. The Unknown Caller Caller unknown. But for him that was a lie.
23. The Exchange [8th] "Drink?"
24. Don't Escape Making his way around the back, his eyes glide along the sides until he reaches the pile of small logs, the ax resting up against them exactly as he’d left it.
25. The 42nd Story (Ch. 2)* The muffled talking of a woman, determined to be coming from a nearby room.
*As stated in The Ramble Room, this entire story was scrapped. While I didn't share the second and only other chapter despite it being finished, the first chapter was still shared.
26. "2023july11" He proceeds with actually cleaning himself up, a faint smile keeping him still awake and upright.
27. "(Aug31)" Her smile fades a little as she looks him over, a different sense of intrigue making her face bunch up funnily.
28. "hand pun" Her horrid fascination grew to the point of needing a new name for it (morbid curiosity, that's a classic) as the guy turns the hand around while it signs to him, eyes impossibly wide when she notices the similar skin tone under his hood and the missing space in his left jacket sleeve and the red of his eyes when he suddenly looks directly at her.
29. "WereWeek prompt 3" There's this girl – new student who moved in this year – who is so bossy.
30. "trees"* So much on his mind that he can't hold at bay and he can't even walk about it.
*Technically a small one-shot collection, but it's all going to be in the same fic.
31. "here and now"* His fingers stretch out from his palms in front of the glass, hurriedly ruffling through his hair, his tongue sticking out and then grinning ear-to-ear at her again with all the sunlight in the world.
*My current WIP! It's been slow-going, but I can't wait to see it through to the end haha
The rest are unsorted WIPs in my "drabble zone (2024)" doc:
32. 'Cause you are more than just a dream There's an odd look he pauses on her with after hopping off that she can really only describe as him expecting her to feel like he just sealed her in with a wild animal.
33. "blacksmith au" While his body shown well the signs of having dedicated much of his life to his craft, there was a strange affliction splitting much of it in twain, diagonally from hip to shoulder as if sliced by the very heavens itself in warning.
34. Devils don't go to Heaven (working title) “...Where is this?”
Anything else is so disorganized or only a small handful of sentences that I'm just gonna go ahead and stop it here haha
Thanks for tuning in, hope this was at least entertaining, or possibly even enlightening to the sheer amount of WIPs I've manged to collect over the past few years. I do want to go back to them eventually, but one step at a time, eh?
#writing#soul eater#soul variant#soul evans#maka albarn#tag game#long post#Happy Friday the 13th everybody#this is why teeth is never allowed to have caffeine
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thanks to @noexoozes for the tag!!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 40!! Though a few of them are drabbles/shorter things from tumblr that I've been slowly porting over, so without those its 32
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,638,585 lol holy shit
3. What fandoms do you write for? ATLA! Though I'm thinking about having a go at the Radiant Emperor for @radiantemperorweek if my schedule allows it 🤞I've also been Consumed lately by a particularly pairing of the Game Changers series by Rachel Reid, with a few specific things I'd love to see that were offscreen in the books, so we shall see there as well...
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Love is in the Hair - post-canon established Zukka, one-shot, banter, silliness, identity shenanigans with people not realizing they're sharing political gossip with the Fire Lord
These Things Written - part one of the series that started it all, "what if Zukka was canon", three-part full series rewrite, lots of angst, lots of smut, lots of feels (and technically the next two parts are also on this list, but instead-)
Lessons in Proper Asset Management - post-canon established Zukka, smutty one-shot, Sokka's competence kink vs Zuko being really good at finance, absurdity ensues
Part-Time Plumber, Full-Time Problem - Modern AU smutty Zukka one-shot, based on a grindr exchange about needing a wrench, identity shenanigans, banter, and Mai and Suki absolutely roasting their respective BFFs
Ten Rules For Sleeping With You - canon and post-canon get-together > established relationship fic, all the things Sokka has learned when it comes to sleeping next to Zuko
5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I am very behind right now, but I appreciate the time and thought people put into them so much, and I love chatting back!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ohh I love a happy ending, so this is hard. Its probably Darling I Think There's Maybe Something You Should Know, part of my Zukki series where we end with Sokka and Suki realizing Zuko doesn't think they're together, and has been going on other dates.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I love a happy ending, so this is hard in a different way! I'll go with To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved), because ending with a big wedding and laughter just sets a particular mood :)
8. Do you get hate on fics? I wouldn't classify it as hate as much as people occasionally disagreeing with certain characterization, usually Iroh or Katara from the Burning Bright series, and having a lot of feelings about it.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Lol you bet I do. And basically all of it? I think the only thing I haven't written technically is f/f and that's just because I haven't had time for my foursome get-together fic yet
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not yet and I'm not sure I will, sometimes the framework of two stories fits well together, but I tend more toward AUs than crossovers
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! These Things Written was translated into Russian
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Technically Night Call, though that was more like tumblr posting back and forth that suddenly got long enough for AO3 haha
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I primarily write Zukka, but I have so many favorites! I love Zukki, Jetko is great, my Jeeko longfic idea has had me in its grips for years, there are ships across other fandoms I love to read. I'm a multishipper at heart.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I...don't actually have any of these. I only post thing when they're already finished, and I don't do well writing multiple works at one time, so I tend to just finish things sequentially rather than have a bunch of WIPs floating around. (Ideas that I want to write but may never...that's a whole different question.)
16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm really good at writing fun smut scenes that still back a lot of emotional punch, and I love dialogue! I also think I'm good at inverting tropes and reader expectations in fun ways to draw out/build narrative tension.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Descriptions, probably. I struggle to make place and people descriptions feel integrated into the next, rather than like clunkily bolted on. Usually I feel like its interrupting the pacing and I end up cutting it significantly back.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'd be cautious of it if I didn't speak it myself, unless I was trying to represent someone with a similar level of competency, just because there are so many nuances of word choice and sentence structure and translation that would probably go over my head.
19. First fandom you wrote for? ATLA!
20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This is impossible to answer! I love them all so much in such different ways. To Open Every Door to Night, To Meet Each Rising Sun will always be up there, writing Azula was so much fun. I think Of Tea and Turtle Ducks (and the Turtle Duck Guy) absolutely knocked the whole overarching metaphor out of the park, To Cleave These Roots We've Made is maybe my best like angst/emotional intensity fic, All Along You Were There (But I Missed It) just delivered on the mood and vision I had so well and showcased this warm romance so perfectly, and I'm really cheating so I'm going to make myself stop there haha
And lets see, tagging @sword-and-stars @spacecasehobbit @ranilla-bean @lizardlicks @hot-flippin-mess and anyone else who wants to play!
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wip wednesday winner’s circle
well, the results are in, and as i’m sure everyone expected the winner of this poll was hank, by a landslide. tagging everyone in the notes for the poll + everyone who tagged me to share for wip wednesday. @florbelles @simplegenius042 @cassietrn @stacispratt @strangefable @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @nuclearstorms @voidika @orionlancasterr @nightbloodbix @assassinregrets @cassietrn @unholymilf @henbased @wrathfulrook (and consider this an open wip day tag for any of my other usual suspects, sorry it’s tired in here)
technically over sentence count because it was close enough i felt like doing a contextually cleaner start and finish, here is your serving of the hank chronicles.
“There you go, little guy.” She smiles down at Hank as she gives two light smacks to the pumpkin. “You dig in on this, and I’ll be back before you know it,” she says with a parting kiss to Hank’s snout.
Hank doesn’t need to be told twice — he reaches his hands up to grip the top of the rind, tipping the pumpkin on its side to spill the stringy mess of pulp and seed along the too-shiny rock.
He sticks his hand into the mess of innards to bring a fistful of the orange mush to his mouth. His free hand is already reaching for a second serving as he licks the last sweet, gooey morsels from his fingers. He shoves the licked cleaned hand right back into the orange heap as he brings the next bite to his maw, alternating them so that treats are shoveled nonstop into his mouth.
Hank loses track of how many times he does this — not much manages to enter his awareness at all, beyond the yummy flavor of pumpkin in his mouth and the growing fullness in his belly. He barely even pauses when he hears a thud and animal fighting sounds above him, looking around just long enough to see it isn’t happening where he is, so he reckons it’s those critters’ business and not his.
He only halts the eager smack of his jaw when the quick forward grasp of his hand fails to dig into pumpkin — instead knocking against the rind too hard, pushing the entire fruit away.
Hank lets out a horrified screech as he watches the nearly still full pumpkin hit the ground with a thud, then begin to roll away.
This time, Hank doesn’t have time to think about the best way to climb down — he simply leaps after his precious meal, pain jolting through his little legs as they hit the hard, flat ground then smacking against his side as he loses his balance upon landing.
But he fights through the hurt, hurrying back to his feet to scurry after the pumpkin as it crashes into the double doors at the end of the room, its heavy weight pushing them open easily.
Hank just barely moves his little legs fast enough to squeak through the doors before they swing shut again, his eyes locked on that fast rolling blur of orange all the while.
It gives him a strange feeling as if he were back in the old days, before Red knew to stop and wait for his little legs to catch up, and he had to chase after her everywhere.
But just like Red once did, the pumpkin finally comes to a stop long enough for him to catch up. And with a quick pitter-patter of his feet against wood Hank closes the distance until his special treat is back within his reach.
But the triumphant joy he feels at his claws digging into the rind is short lived. Because the moment he raises his head to look around with a wide victory grin, Hank sees something that makes his little heart stop and a horrible chill run through him from snout to tail.
His precious pumpkin has landed at the feet of a horrible, vicious bear standing back on its hind legs to tower over Hank with teeth bared in an angry snarl.
#oc: hank the opossum#the hank chronicles#wip#maybe i will get silly later and write as many sentences as the other ones got votes too but for now i haven’t the stamina
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6, 18, 19, 29!!
hi j babyyy i tried to pick the best parts for the snippets for u
send me numbers/questions from this list
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
the bff application i will never forget, for starters. i love u for that. i think about it all the time.
the seasons of love by @formulaforza makes me sick to my stomach its so good. i technically haven't reread it yet, because i just found it this past week, but i will be rereading it many a time.
the track limit series for @httpsserene's 1k special - it is ongoing and i have reread this an embarrassing amount of times. like daily since it started.
anything and everything written by @kates-dirty-sister lives in my mind rent free
18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?
there are others i cannot think of, to be honest. but the last line from this fic: taking his orders like the good girl he knew she was from the moment they were introduced hours before.
i just kind of love it
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
love this lil makeout sesh in my fake dating au
She's drunk on his kisses, she doesn't want to pull away, but her lungs are burning her alive from the inside out, so she pulls away with a gasp, turning her head as his lips follow hers out of instinct before compromising on her jaw. Her head tilts back as he softly kisses the skin down to her collarbone before she pulls him back up to her lips. She pants into his mouth that he can give her a hickey, so Florence will see it, she explains, but she also wants it for purely selfish reasons. She wants him to mark her, wants him to claim her in that moment. He softly pecks her lips before they move back down to her neck, mouthing along the smooth skin until he hears her breath hitch. She fights off a moan as he softly sucks on her neck, not enough to leave a mark but enough to have her reacting. He does this a few times across her throat until his lips find the sweet spot that makes her fingers tighten in his hair while she gasps. He chooses that place, sucking and nipping at her skin as she pants underneath him. He ignores the twitch of his cock in his pants when she pulls his hair again and moans his name.
When he’s satisfied with the mark, he pulls away and blows on the deep purple bruise. The goosebumps that rise on his skin make him dip down to make another mark, for his own selfish desires, before he kisses her again. Her fingers slip to his waist and after a moments hesitation, she slips her fingers under the bottom of his shirt. She gasps at the feeling of his smooth abdomen, softly scratching her nails along his skin before pushing the shirt higher when she feels his abs contact under her fingertips. Instead of stopping her wandering hands, he sits up to pull his off over the head, in the over sexy over-the-back way only men seem to do. Mia’s eyes widen at his bare skin and guides her fingers along his abdomen, trailing her tails over the on ridges his stomach with a soft moan. “Jesus Christ, Osc,” is all she gets out before he’s dipping down to kiss her again, her nails scratching his abdomen a little harder and lower and he groans into her mouth. He tries not to be so affected by the nickname she used, but his mind is spinning.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
this is the first f1 fic i started and i love it but i wrote 20k and then was intimidated because it still wasn't done. i want to finish it, but it needs so much work.
Tonight after the 8th race of the season, they were back at the bar getting a round of shots for the table when his hand found it's way to her waist. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man on his right appear out of nowhere and jut his shoulder into Max's, then Max suddenly moved closer to her and her skin was burning through the new dress she had bought at a boutique on her last day off. She tried not to react to his body pressing to hers, his hand splaying across her back to steady himself and the closeness of his voice when he uttered, sorry. She could smell his breath, somehow still laced with a hint of mint like he'd just brushed his teeth, as he leaned into her to look over her shoulder at the menu in front of her. She felt his fingers twitch through the thin fabric of the dress and she wished she opted for the backless dress, so she could feel his fingers brushing across her bare skin, and then pushed that thought away.
She wanted to try something new, something made in the country they were in. She ordered a round of shots of whatever the bartender recommended, hearing something about a local brewer but not catching the name. Max took the tray from the bartender when he returned, his hand disappointingly leaving her waist to carry it with both hands as he nodded for her to lead the way.
Back at the table, they downed their shots, and she nearly hurled it back up a few minutes later when Max's hand under the table landed on her thigh as he tossed his head back laughing, as if it were a common occurrence. As if it belonged there. Her eyes shot over to Max as his fingers began swirling across her smooth skin, wondering what the hell he was doing, but he was locked into conversation with Christian, their boss, on his left. It didn't move for the rest of the night, and she found she couldn't keep focus on any conversation when he kept tracing his fingers across the skin above her knee.
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Werewolf (WIP) Wednesday
I’m on my lunch break right now and I figured I would share a little bit of the original thing I’ve been working on <3 it’s been a long time since I last wrote anything original, so we’ll see how this goes, lol.
(TW for emetophobia)
Lauren Huntley wakes the same way she does about once a month, which is to say she wakes sore, with her head at an angle that sends pain shooting up the back of her skull, and covered in something that is sticky. Or was sticky, once. It’s dry now and tight across the exposed stretches of her skin, like a second epidermal layer.
All of these things are not unusual. They are not unusual on their own, anyway. Desperate, Lauren can handle them, like tasks to address and cross off on a list one at a time. All at once is an entirely different story. She pries her eyes open and then shuts them closed again when her ailments bombard her, as if doing so will make them go away, like they had before she first woke.
It doesn’t work like that, her brain says idly. Technically, it was all still there before you opened your eyes. You just weren’t away for that.
To which Lauren tells the lump of fat in her skull, Thanks for that.
It occurs to her a second later that she actually has a brain to have stray thoughts again in the first place. Maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on her wandering mind, after all. Having actual, coherent musings is a luxury she’s learned to appreciate after all these years. Most people wouldn’t consider it to be a luxury at all, and rather a normal part of everyday life, and being—you know, human—but then again, that’s most people. Lauren stopped being a part of the majority a king time ago. For better or worse. And usually it’s for the worst.
As nice as lying in place for the rest of forever sounds, she knows she has to get up and start moving at some point. Might as well get it over with.
Light overhead blinds her when she opens her eyes a second time. She has to blink it away before they can adjust, but she already knows what it is. The source can only come from one thing. Besides, the rest of her senses already have enough information gathered to put together a general picture of where she is. More or less.
The sunlight is warm and early-morning yellow, pale like the shade of a child’s bedroom wall. (Lauren’s was never that color, but she had a friend whose room was, and it reminds her of fresh days and cereal bowls after late-night sleepovers.) She is flat on her back and facing the sky, and it would be almost pleasant if it weren’t for the mud under her. And all the other things that are already bothering her. The bubbling of a river at her side is a nice touch, though. She’ll have to thank the other her for choosing such a nice place to black out after… all of it. Even if she ended up deciding to use a rock as a makeshift pillow.
As wakefulness returns to her, she finds she’s grateful for the moving water more for than just the soothing background noise it provides.
Lauren fights against the aching in her bones so that she can haul herself upright and into a sitting position. There is a—a taste in her mouth. She recognizes it in a sort of twofold way. There is the other her, the one who was responsible for it. That version revels in the gamy lingering on her tongue and the tang of iron. But unfortunately, that one is not at the forefront at the moment, or in charge of all the controls. If she was, Lauren wouldn’t be here, in this physical form, gagging at the persistent flavor of raw, massacred—is that elk?—still in her mouth. And because it’s this version of her, she lurches to her knees so she can make for the undergrowth by the riverside, where she promptly empties the entire contents of her stomach onto the forest floor.
Elk. It’s always elk. Lauren hates elk.
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I love all the different ships you have! There's no limits, anyone in the lore is game! 🤩 I've seen OC x OC on your dash before, especially on wip wednesdays, and I've read a few~ Now, though... I kinda wanna know more! Are you just making them up as you go? Do they all have some (wip?) stories to go along with them?
(the Iron Bull x Sable x Fenris and Briala x Zenith are especially interesting to me... 🫣)
so i've actually like, played-played very few of my ocs. i've made all of them--and thus played the first quest--in game at least once (altho some have appearances i need to update), but long-term playtime is more sparse. i do tend to figure out my oc's personalities BY playing, so as a result, some ocs are more fleshed out than others
i've slowed down on the oc-making, but when i first started playing in,, 2018? 2019?? i just kept getting more and more ideas the more i played, and then i'd have to start over to make the next, and then the next
see, i only started playing dragon age FOR the ocs. becuz i LOVE making ocs! even for original writing, it's always been my favorite part of story-telling. and by far the best part of dragon age--and the thing that keeps me here tbqh--is the fandom aspect of sharing ocs and talking about ocs and doing oc memes and getting commissions of your ocs and making your ocs kiss your friends' ocs. ahem
anyway. i STILL haven't played dao and da2 (altho i WILL, if for no other reason than i have so many oc ideas for them), but inquisition was enough to spawn LOTS of oc concepts. um, i just counted and it looks like i've plateaued at 64 lmao (not counting kids cuz there's only a few that i'm completely decided on)
i do plan to write SOMETHING for every oc. not as involved as the pavellan or tranquil oc fics, but something. i've got a handful already in the works and several more in the planning stages
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so i did start with the canon origins and canon romances but,, that obviously did not keep me satisfied lmao. i have certain characters selected as inquistors with others being strictly companions (atp most of my ocs are "companion ocs")
i'm not really sure how to explain this, but basically all of my ocs exist in thedas at once, with different handfuls all being part of individual worldstates. in each worldstate there is a designated inquisitor with others being companions, and that is those characters' story. but regardless of which worldstate is at the fore, the rest are still in thedas doing their thing, either related to their origin or working for the inquisition more distantly (i really need to make a spreadsheet for this)
there are some ocs though that are designated "inquisition agents" that are technically present in every worldstate even if they don't feature in the individual story. sable and zenith are two of those. they are part of a vigilante squad that travels thedas helping alienages. the other two members are jude and wren. in every iteration they end up joining the inquisition as agents
the four of them originate from the starkhaven alienage. sable (ze/they) is from another alienage that was purged and ze settled in starkhaven with wren's family. zenith (ze/zir) is the child of a ben-hassrath who gave birth in the alienage while on the run and gave zir up to an elven couple. jude (they/them) is a half-elf/half-dwarf mage, their mother being an alienage elf and their father a carta dwarf. wren (he/him) is the most normal of the lot, being your average city elf
sable is a two-handed warrior, and ze develops a romance with bull; after the inquisitor [unspecified] leaves hawke in the fade, fenris shows up, and in the process of mourning and healing, partners with the pair of them. zenith, a dual-wield rogue, first develops a romance with sera, then gets close with briala during WEWH and begins a romance with her too. jude, the group's mage, romances harding; wren, a sword and shield warrior, romances krem
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so. that's a run-down on the oc situation and the ocs you asked about. as established, i LOVE talking about ocs, so you're welcome to ask about any that pique your interest in particular!
#sorry if this is kind of incoherent i've been so busy lately my brain is mush lmao#answers#spainkitty#i used to do lots of ask memes and oc memes i just havent had the mental bandwidth lately but i'll get back to them#but you're welcome to peruse the ''oc stuff'' tag. LOTS of info there altho some of it is outdated atp OTL
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You wanna talk fic?
tagged by my beloved, @v88sy <3
1. How many wips do you have currently?
Uhhhh...hang on. 8 multi-chapters if I counted correctly. I have like 3 oneshots in the works, and one I started flirting with today. Plus 11 days to finish on the 30 Day Fluff Challenge (which I'm working on getting back to!)
2. Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?
The 30 day fluff challenge has been a struggle. Beach Date stumped me. Under The Stadium Lights is dragging too because there's so much detail to put into it on top of the research I'm already doing for the aneurysm fic.
And then Never Til Now is a beast of its own because I need it to line up well enough that it finishes where it started. And I already have the final scene written for the early 2025 timeline, plus a general idea of how the '25/'26 timeline ends. It's just actually getting there.
Why do you think that is?
The research for sure. Plus, even though I can generate content at an obscene rate, I still actively deal with creative burnout, and taking more than a few days off to rest feels like I'm letting things slide, sooooo 🙃🙃🙃
3. What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?
Honestly? In the car listening to music. Occasionally from an actual line/scene in a TV show (such as the final scene of All Fall Down leading to The Saboteur). But honestly, it's usually just a lyric or something informing a character study.
(also just my general need to take my favorite characters apart and give them as much complex trauma as I have so I feel better about my life 😂)
4. Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?
Technically? No. I have a general playlist titled "fic fodder" right now that I lean into depending on the scene, which is entirely separate from my b/t playlist "I'm ready for something ☕️☕️". But I did start curating a playlist a while back for The Devil Doesn't Bargain because music helps me lean into certain emotions when writing.
5. Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organised?
Balls to the wall. I try to storyboard and plan, but I really struggle with it. I have found as an adult though, removing scenes or rewriting them if they don't go the direction I feel like they should. I used to put everything in a fic (and still do for the most part), but I will purge a scene if it's not lending itself to the direction I want. (Sometimes I even remember to save them to share later!)
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HIIII can i ask 5 and 8 for the fic writer asks? 🥰
hiii 🥰 of course you can!! i'll answer these in reverse order, so i can put the snippet under a cut :-)
8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you've never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?
Yes!! I have quite a few ideas for Meronia that are based around detective work, but I don't think I really have the skillset to write a compelling and well thought-out mystery. For that reason, I think it's highly unlikely that I'll ever write those ideas, this year or any other, but I'm more than happy to share one! One that I think is a lot of fun is an idea in which Mello is a well-known musical artist and Near is the world's best detective operating under the name 'N'. Mello has a stalker who's been blackmailing him with information about his past, and though Mello is adamant that he can handle it himself, his manager hires Near to track them down. It's not the type of case Near would usually take, but he's a big fan of Mello, so he accepts. Mello is extremely difficult to work with at first because of his resistance to help, but ultimately romance does ensue 🥰
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
My absolute top priority for the year is Loving Can Heal as it's been 7 months since I last updated it, and per my original schedule, it was supposed to be finished in October last year 😭 but since I've already posted a snippet semi-recently (which you can find here), I am instead going to be super self-indulgent and share an excerpt from one of my all-time favourite WIPs I've been working on since August 2022, which I'd really like to get done this year. It's a two-part angsty Hanahaki Disease AU in which Near falls ill, and the surgery to cure the disease would mean losing all his memories of Mello. This is from the scene in which he decides to go through with the surgery (it's technically an excerpt from the outline, but I think the final version will end up looking pretty similar):
Finding the words to articulate his feelings is harder than he anticipated, but once his pen carves the first few clean, cursive letters into the paper, the floodgates are opened. Time slips away from him as he pours his heart and soul out onto the page. His message turns from a simple goodbye note to an essay-length recount of their first meeting, the first time they spoke, the first time Near realised he had feelings for Mello, the moment Near realised he was in love. He spares no details, and by the time the letter is finished, the clock reads 4:03am and the cramp in Near’s wrist is almost as unbearable as the sharp pain in his chest. He can’t mail the letter. It’s far too important of an item to have other people’s hands and eyes on it, even just on the envelope, or to risk having it lost in the mail. He’ll ask Rester to stop by Mello’s apartment in the morning, on the way to the hospital, so he can deliver it himself. He folds up the pages, slips them into an envelope and falls asleep, slumped forward at his desk, with all his memories of Mello lying beside him.
fanfic asks for the new year
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