#We're currently thinking about Behemoth

[commodorecliche]

HELP! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD NAME MY NEW BLACK CAT. HE'S A VERY SPECIAL BOI.

HIM SCREM.

[chayannesegg]

honestly I think it’s kinda interesting how phil’s relationships with wilbur, tallulah, chayanne & tubbo are all reflecting back into his view of sunny tbh. like he has such complex delicate interwoven dynamics with all of them and it all gets thrown onto sunny, this poor kid who he loves in theory, but in practice is a stranger to him. 

like wilbur left tallulah in phil’s care and didn’t come back. even now way after he was initially supposed to, wilbur hasn’t returned (that one day aside). and phil, who had already taken on a big commitment watching tallulah, has been left permanently with two eggs in his sole care. and even though he loves tallulah and wil, and won’t want them out of his life, this is a stress for him. it’s a big undertaking for anyone, to care for two kids alone, but especially since tallulah required a lot of changes in his life.

for better or worse, in many ways phil sees chayanne as an extension of himself. they’re similar in a lot of ways, and often on the same page, and it means phil often struggles to catch up when chayanne’s emotions aren’t on the same page as him. we’ve seen this week, phil having such a hard time understanding the depth and breadth of chayanne’s grief. when he catches on, he usually does a good job empathising and talking it through, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t and it can be hard to watch. 

the same is NOT true for tallulah. he has, through hard work and practice, learnt how to identify her emotions. he had to. she needed it. she would have been miserable otherwise. she desperately needed asked for the emotional care and birthdays and consideration that chayanne would never ask for. and he’s good at it—tracking her moods, knowing what upsets her & what she cares about in a way that doesn’t come as naturally with chayanne (or sunny or tubbo or anyone else really expect maybe wilbur). but that took A LOT of time and effort, months of work, and I do think he’s a bit wary of the idea of having to do that again, even when it comes to people he loves like chayanne (or god forbid tubbo).

now tubbo is not wil. tubbo is not phil's son. but he’s still not dissimilar to wil in phil’s mind. whatever the backstory is, phil introduces tubbo to tallulah as an old friend of him and wil’s. he makes tubbo his kids’ godfather. he calls tubbo his boy. he looks out for him. but past those first few weeks, their relationship doesn’t progress. they mean a lot to each other bc of their pasts, but they don’t put any work into upkeeping their relationship and phil in particular doesn’t reflect at all on what how that changes their dynamic. and it does change it—this is clear in purgatory, with phil having zero trust in tubbo to protect chayanne and tallulah, and after, with tubbo endlessly poking at phil’s sore spots trying to illicit a reaction he’ll never receive. 

it's also clear in the way phil has no understanding of what’s going on with tubbo. if he’s struggling to grasp chay’s emotions, he’s not even touching what’s going on in tubbo’s head. tubbo’s death makes no sense to him. it’s sudden. it’s random. it’s illogical. it’s stupid. he wasn’t joking about having two lives? he still took a death bet with richas? he’s not come back? he can’t come back? he’s left phil with distraught kids for no reason with no warning. he doesn’t see the erratic suicidal behaviour, the unending depression, the desperation to be loved. he doesn’t want to see it. he doesn’t want something to be wrong with tubbo, but he also doesn’t even know how to see what’s wrong. he’s annoyed he’s having to deal with it and he desperately desperately wants to believe this is all happening for no reason.

bc at the forefront of phil’s mind is still his love for tubbo. of course, phil would drop everything to help tubbo (if he could recognize something was wrong). of course, he would care for sunny as his own. of course, he would make the same sacrifices he’s made for wil. and he assumes he’ll have to. he thought that sunny would now be under his care. that he’d have to figure out the logistics of a third egg to care for. with wilbur, phil was the only person who could ever have taken care of tallulah. the only person he trusted, the only person who knew tallulah enough. now this isn’t true for tubbo. it’s a genuinely illogical assumption for phil to make: three eggs would be a genuine burden on him; they've never spoken about it; there’s a long list of people who would tubbo expects for sunny before; and he doesn’t even know sunny well enough to name these people for her as comfort.

but still in the moment, alone with tubbo’s eggs and dealing with everything he left behind, phil can only think that the exact same thing that happened before will happen: he alone will be left to care for another scared hurt kid of someone he loves.

and here we come to sunny. a kid whose dad he loves. a kid whose dad he doesn’t understand. a kid whose dad is suddenly gone like his son is gone. a kid who would need him like his daughter needs him. a kid who his son needs to protect. a kid he cares for. a kid he can’t afford to care for, a kid he wasn’t expecting to care for, a kid he doesn’t know how to care for, a kid he would care for if he needed to, a kid he doesn’t know why he’s been left to care for. a kid who is somehow a reflection of all these people he loves but not someone he knows at all.

idk i think this tension comes out in the a lot of the comments phil makes of and to sunny. he doesn't know them well enough to distinguish them from his relationships with other people. and as long as no one challenges him on that, we'll continue to hear these misplaced comments from him, that come across so insensitively, even as he tries his best to genuinely help them and their dad.

[celestialprincesse]

licherally love your writing so much 😭💖 ghost with an s/o or friend who is strong/big enough to pick him up over their shoulder when he is badly injured? i cannot stop thinking about it 😭 like it’s probably impossible but like GAHHHH

i can just picture he’s fading in and out of consciousness then s/o / friend just like “up and at ‘em” and hauls him over their shoulder. he didn’t think it would bother him but once he is like NOT actively about to pass out from some kind of injury, he is all like “*oh????* **OH?????**”

idk if u or anyone else would appreciate this idea but i had to get it out of my system 😭

-❄️

I fear I may be the bearer of bad news here this man is 6'4 and 200lbs🙃 BUT I aim to please and will therefore do my best🫶

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"You've got to be shitting me." You scoff, looking down at Simon, who currently lays prone and injured in the dirt, your current training manoeuvre having gone terribly wrong.

With your already heavy medkit slung over one shoulder, rifle over the other, and your behemoth of a lieutenant at your feet, the situation really isn't ideal. Not to mention the fact that there's no one around to help, and he doesn't look like he'll be getting anywhere on his own any time soon.

"Bravo Four for backup, Over." You mumble into your radio, silently praying that someone will pick up the signal and give you a hand in getting Simon out of the direct line of fire. A few moments pass with no response. You're very much on your own, and frustrated at the thought. Why did the one time he got hit have to be when you're the only one around to help?

Shimmying beside Simon's bulk, you huff out a slightly strained "Right, up you get" hoisting his arm over your shoulders and trying to stand the both of you upright whilst putting the least possible strain on his injury, which, from the nasty snap you heard just moments ago, you're assuming is some kind of pulled ligament, hopefully not torn.

You'd fortunately had the foresight to supply some reasonably strong painkillers when he'd gone down, enough to stave off the brunt of the pain until you have a chance to look at his wound properly. Also, perhaps a little selfishly, to get him to shut up and stop trying to convince both you, and himself, that he's fine.

It's impossible not to feel some small sense of pride at Simon's clear surprise, having not considered that you'd actually be able to take most of his weight as he limply shuffles alongside you, clinging to your jacket in order to stay upright. "I got it." He slurs, painkillers making everything a little less sharp, still conscious, just less alert than he'd usually be.

"We're all good, just gotta keep moving." You huff back, not letting him protest. You don't have time to argue, nor, frankly, the breath to do so.

"You've been working out." He tries to joke, although his words come out as more of a pained wheeze than the appreciative sarcasm he'd been hoping for.

"Mm. Glad it's paying off."

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[slasherx]

Can you write a thing where the reader is meeting Thomas Hewitt's family for the first time(can be like a victim he liked and decided not to kill or like the reader was met somewhere else), please?

Gender neutral reader, please!

This might be repetitive to other fanficitions, but okay!

Content: Thomas Hewitt x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: 98% intro, 2% Thomas LMAO also I wanted the reader to actually like her friends rather than just "I hate these people why did I come here ugh"

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Cramped in a van with four other people was not how you wanted to spend your summer. Your group had driven all the way from home and planned to go to Mexico for a vacation. As poor college students, none of you could really afford plane tickets, so this was the only other option. You just couldn't wait to get out of this van and start enjoying your summer break.

You were currently driving on a long stretch of road in bumfuck nowhere, Texas. The rest of your group was asleep behind you, draped over each other. Keeping an eye on the gas gauge, you realized you were low on gas. Internally panicking, you start searching for signs about gas stations, but you quickly realize that that probably wont happen.

But, as if something answered your prayers, an establishment began to make itself known in the distance. The closer you got the more you realized it was a gas station. A really old one, but a gas station nonetheless. Pulling into it and parking next to a pump, the sudden stop of the van made your friends wake up.

One of the girls, Laura, looked around and began to speak. "Where are we, (Y/n)?"

"Somewhere in Texas. I'm just going to get us some gas and then we'll be off." You answered, moving to get out of the car.

One of the guys, Todd, moved Laura's arm off of him. "I'll go with you, this seems like a shady place."

Appreciating your friends' precaution, you waited for him to get out first before heading inside the gas station with him. It was run down, and clearly had a lot of outdated knick knacks like newspapers. It smelled entirely of cigarette smoke and old wood.

"How many snacks are left in the bag?" Todd asked you quietly.

"Enough." You answered back, just as quiet.

"Go find some candy, I'll pay for the gas." Todd offered.

"You sure?"

"Positive. Let's just get out of here asap. I have a bad feeling." Todd moved towards the counter, where you noticed an old woman smoking a cigarette behind the register.

You moved through the different shelves, deciding what Laura, Todd, Evan and Terry would want. You weren't paying attention though and bumped into something massive. It felt like a brick wall and you moved back some before looking at what - or who - you bumped into.

It was a behemoth of a man, with dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and a dark mask over the lower half of his face. His shoulders broad - no, everything about him was broad. Everything sure was bigger in Texas.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You spoke to the man. "I won't bump into you again, my bad."

The man, Thomas, was not used to this behavior. If it were anyone else, they would have told him to watch where he was going. As he watched you survey the shelves past him, he decided to be nice back to you. He tapped your shoulder and expected you to slap him, but you just turned and looked at him.

Even your gaze was kind, albeit a bit wary. He held out his hand, in which was a couple candy bars. They were the last ones that hadn't gone bad, but you didn't need to know that.

"Oh! Thank you." You smiled and took them from his hand. "I don't think I caught your name, kind stranger."

Thomas tapped his throat and shook his head. You were confused for a second but got the hint. "Oh...you can't speak?"

Thomas nodded, but then remembered he had a notepad in his pocket. Pulling that out, he scribbled his name and shoved it in your face. You read it, and smiled. "My name is (Y/n)."

"(Y/n), c'mon, we're leaving." Todd yelled from the register, peeking around one of the shelves. "Who is that?"

"This is Thomas, I just met him." You smiled, walking over to Todd.

"Hi Thomas." Todd waved halfheartedly. "Well, c'mon, gas is paid for. We gotta go."

"Alright." You nodded, then turned to the behemoth of a man, knowing you'd likely never see him again. "It was nice meeting you, Thomas."

The old lady behind the register, Luda Mae, was going to be damned if you weren't part of Thomas' life. She would make sure you and Thomas meet again, even if by nefarious means.

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[allwormdiet]

Extermination 8.2

I'm gonna be real, I don't think Legend is good at this

I actually really like the sense of mounting dread that's happening with Leviathan. Not just the storm that's approaching provoking black clouds in isolation but Legend's explanation of what to expect. What's coming is bigger than the Wards, bigger than the ABB, bigger than the Empire. It's so much worse. And you know it's coming.

The fact that Leviathan is so deadly because of the mere impact of water is a really fun detail, I know that a lot of Worm comes down to making fantastical powers impact with realistic consequences but the total negation of the idea of water being something soft is well done, especially in the scenes where it's actually implemented.

Newfoundland is 42,000 square miles in area and about a mile at the highest point, and Leviathan sank it like a toy boat. Kyushu is smaller but taller, and it fucking went under. I know a little bit about what Simurgh can do, so that shit is appropriately terrifying, but now I'm wondering what the hell Behemoth has going on that makes him as scary on the scale of entire landmasses sinking beneath the waves.

This is kinda diabolically clever, it gives the exact stakes and the clear threat of what comes with failure to stop Leviathan. It also puts even more pressure on those gathered to push harder and risk more.

A further reinforcement of the idea that this thing is fucking immortal, and another reminder from the very backdrop that it's getting closer.

"The inevitable." That's unambiguous. They truly believe that the Endbringers will eventually destroy humanity, and that all anyone can do is buy a little more time, at the cost of however many dozens of capes sacrifice themselves every fight. Losing that much more capacity to do something with every fatality.

The world is dying. They just have to hope it's a slow death.

A) who keeps making Wards fight Endbringers, for real

B) Fuck are the Travelers doing mucking around with an Endbringer?

Tattletale starts hitting this man with a verbal combo straight out of Marvel 2 and literally doesn't stop for the entire rest of the arc

What are the odds that Leviathan is clever enough to have deliberately interrupted this meeting as they were dispersing? Because I don't think they're zero and that's terrifying.

Man. We've been there, is the thing. Like we know the Boardwalk, we've seen the Undersiders walk up and down it, shop, grab lunch, talk about shit. And now it's just splinters against the tide.

God, what a cool design. I'll give kudos on this, it's a fucking badass monster that's about to wreck this city. And it's spooky! The face just being a featureless shape except for the eyes is a little odd but with everything else it comes off more uncanny than if it was on its own, and there's something about the description of how its head moves that's just unsettling.

And we're off to the fucking races.

Current Thoughts

What a good fucking threat. We've had three previous chapters of buildup to this moment, plus the offhand mention in 3.6, and when Leviathan finally appears in the flesh(?) his first move kills at least one cape and knocks out more. His presence can be felt in the fucking weather, he can scatter the city's defenses without even being present. This is a monster where its reputation, fearsome as it is, might actually be underselling it.

Anyway, up next we finally get that glimpse into Tattletale's thoughts that I was literally begging for at the end of Arc 7 lmao

[esta-elavaris]

Not-Yet-Written tag game

Thank you for the tag @inkedmoth 💜💜💜 gotta talk about the fic ideas I have that I have not yet written.

Boromir/Sybil

A one-shot where Boromir meets Sybil while Bera is still living, having arrived, injured, at the cabin before the events that kick off HWFG.

CTW-verse

A Groves/Theodora AU -- but given my current workload, I'm thinking of really paring this down just to a series of snippets, especially since we're now getting our Groves fix from RTOF.

Modern!James AU -- my 4395 recent text posts explain this one 🫠 this will probably end up needing to be a behemoth.

Other

Aemond Targaryen/OC -- power imbalance, toxic dynamic, Aemond being not nice, but not to such an extent that it's just constantly painful to read and impossible to root for the relationship.

Dracula/OC -- (ft. Richard Roxburgh's Dracula from Van Helsing (2004), but it probably wouldn't follow anything to do with the plot of the actual movie). This idea has been in my head for a long time but it's all very cliche and expected...but I'm thinking of just embracing that aspect and writing it anyway, because that's what I want to write, and if others happen to find it entertaining then that's just an added bonus.

Haldir/OC -- I have a oneshot half-written for this, but that's mostly me toying with dynamics and tone for the full-scale fic, but that's a very far-off thing. Elven pining, mortal danger, the works.

Gale Dekarios/F!Tav -- listen, I can't even play the game yet, I'm living via watching others play it on YT, but I haven't been this sick over a fictional character since the likes of Norrington and Boromir so it's going to happen. No idea how or when yet, but it will. It's a foregone conclusion.

These are the ones fully on my mind, but I have a foul habit of getting carried away with whatever I'm watching/rewatching at any given time and I cannot be held responsible for what happens in my word documents when that happens, so 🫠 although rn I'm trying to save that energy for flufftober novelty one-offs, for the sake of my sanity/workload.

Tagging @bumblingbriars @ass-deep-in-demons @quillofspirit and @scyllas-revenge

[aardvark-123]

~Fallout 4 Companions React to Being Cheated On~ (By you, the Commonwealth's infamous heartbreaker.)

Ada would be appalled when she walked in on you and KL-E-0 making love on the armour workbench. "I don't believe my eye. That technique you're using is simply appalling!" she'd declare, shoving you to one side. "Sorry about them, babes. But now that I'm here, why don't we take this opportunity to have a practical demonstration?" Ada would purr, drawing a metal finger along KL-E-0's chin. "I thought you'd never ask," KL-E-0 would smirk, wrapping her slender arms around Ada's steel-clad shoulders. "Show me what that custom body can do, handsome. The shop can wait for a few hours..."

Cait wouldn't seem particularly bothered. "You and the Mariner, then, is it? I'd never have seen that coming!" she'd laugh. "Why don't I go and get Arturo or that lady from Vault 81, and we can have a double date? No, don't get up, sure I can fetch them right now if you want!" Cait would wander off, and then, after a reasonable wait, start beating up the nearest mannequin with a sledgehammer. She may be polyamorous, but you still should have told her you were seeing the Mariner, and sadly Cait doesn't know how to express that feeling while maintaining her party-girl persona. She settles for being increasingly passive-aggressive (and then just plain aggressive) until you get the message.

"B-by George!" Codsworth would cry, dropping his tea tray. "Sir and/or Mum, what on Earth is happening? I don't- I don't- I don't understand..." Poor Codsworth would want to believe it was all just a misunderstanding, and that somehow you'd cheated on him completely by accident, but in his CPU he'd know it was no accident. In tears, he'd pack his bags and hover out of your life forever.

"I was thoroughly aware zat exclusive relationships are ze most popular variety," Curie would weep with anger. "But never could I 'ave imagined 'ow painful it would feel, seeing you, twisted around zat jumpsuit-wearing harlot Kasumi! Y-you made me human! You showed me 'ow it felt to be in love! Was it all just a game?! Did you merely think you were toying with ze pretend feelings of a poor, naive little robot?! Putain! Get out of my sight, or I SWEAR I shall kill you!"

Paladin Danse would seem, if anything, to underreact. "I see," he'd growl. "Not like I could ever hope compete with Paladin Brandis's rogueish bad-boy charms. Well, I hope you're happy together..." And that would be that. ...Or so it would seem until you tuned into the Brotherhood of Steel's radio channel. "People of the Commonwealth, do not fall in love with the individual calling themself the Sole Survivor! They are single-handedly responsible for a trail of broken hearts from here to Sanctuary Hills," Scribe Haylen would recite. "Paladin Danse would like me to add that, contrary to some of his previous remarks, the Sole Survivor is terrible at kissing. And now, the weather..."

"I know I can't really complain about you keeping secrets," Deacon would say, "but you've got to be upfront about these things! If it's... if we're just something casual, say so! Don't just leave me hanging until I find you shacked up with some other handsome devil, okay? ...Okay, then. When do I get a turn with Fahrenheit?"

Dogmeat would be deeply upset. "How could you?! And with my sister, of all people!" he'd bark. "I never treated you wrongly. I was always there when you needed me, I fetched your slippers and that tennis ball you kept throwing for some reason! I was the PERFECT GENTLEMAN! But no, apparently that isn't ENOUGH for you!" he'd howl with despair. Dogmeat would flee into the night, his tears mingling with the rain dripping down his snout, and you'd never see him again.

Porter Gage wouldn't exactly be thrilled, but you're the Overboss of Nuka World, so what can he do? (Tell you about a secret stash of Nuka Cola Quantum, but neglect to mention that it's currently stored in a super mutant behemoth's fridge, that's what.)

Glory would kick you in the groin. "That's what you GET for playing stupid games, you wanker!" Since Glory is wearing a brand-new pair of adjustable women's Chore™ boots by the Original Muck Boot Company™, made of flexible cloth on the lower leg and sturdy rubber on the foot, her kick would be devastating.

"Wow," Hancock would chuckle, seeing you curled up in bed with Bobbi No-Nose. "Just... wow. I was feeling kinda bad about seeing Moe Cronin and Trader Rylee behind your back, in addition to sleeping with Mel behind Bobbi's back, but not any more! ...What? Oh, I know Mel's gay, but we're still doing it behind your back, Miss Noseless Wonder."

Old Longfellow would drink himself into a daze and forget about you.

MacCready would drink himself into a daze, shoot you in the head, and help himself to your things.

Nick should've known better than to get mixed up with you. From the moment you slunk into his office, lips red with lies and Maybelline, eyes dark with broken dreams, he could tell you were trouble. There was something about you, though - maybe it was how you drew yourself up like a cat when the detective held your hand, or maybe it was how those hips of yours swayed like an anaconda. None of it matters now, though. Nick opened up his heart to you, sweet cheeks, and he sure as Hell ain't making that mistake again. (You were found snogging Mr Zwicky, as it happens, in the bus on top of the school.)

Piper would confront you loudly and vociferously in public. "What the Glowing Sea was that, Blue?! Just how long've you been seeing Ellie Perkins behind my back, huh? What's going on with the two of you? And does Ellie think I'm cute?!" The questions would come in faster than you could make excuses, but Piper would offer you an olive branch when her head was clearer. She'd still be your friend, as long as you'd learned your lesson and wouldn't toy with a starry-eyed reporter's heart again.

Preston would be heartbroken, to the point that he wouldn't even be able to look at you for a few days. Nevertheless, he'd swallow his feelings and try to stay on good terms with you, because the Minutemen need a talented builder/pest control specialist on their side. What's his happiness worth compared to the safety of the whole Commonwealth?

Strong would wander in while you're in bed with Marcus and not react at all. "Strong here to borrow torch," he'd say, taking a torch out of the drawers. "Don't break the handcuffs, all right, Marcus?" he'd add, wandering back out of the room.

"I don't believe your nerve, seeing Strong behind my back! What's WRONG with you?!" Marcus would be weeping with fury and occasionally throwing things at you while he packed his bags. "I thought we had something special, but no, I guess I'm just another warm, green body to be used and thrown away! You pig! I'm taking the kids and moving back to Jacobstown."

X6-88 wouldn't know what to feel to begin with. He isn't programmed to feel anything, really; the sex was just to give you some enrichment. X6-88 is a Courser, nothing more. But why does he tense up so, and where does that fire in his heart come from, when he sees you in bed with Doctor Li? Kissing you and caressing you, letting you try on her lab coat... There's nothing else for it. One of these days, the good doctor will have to suffer a sudden, fatal accident.

[crackinglamb]

AO3 Year End Roundup, 2023

Normally, I'd do this in a couple days, but we're close enough for government work (and I'm on a deliberate break anyhow, so nothing new is being posted). Normally this would also be a tag game, but I haven't seen it floating around yet, so...

Hey, you wanna do your own roundup? Go for it. Yes, I mean you (looking at you, DAFF crew). Consider this an open invite. Tag me back so I can see what y'all have been up to.

Words posted: 241,283 . This total has had subtracted from it the amount that already existed for the fic that carried over from last year (which was WG, of course). So this is actually what I posted this year.

Additional Words Written: ~166K. I have several WIP's going on in the background. One of which is finished and will begin posting after New Year's. Another of which is about halfway done. The rest are...procrastination projects/getting the wiggles out. They may never see the light of day. But they count as writing, so they are included.

Grand total of words: 407, 283 (goodness gracious)

Fandoms: 2

Works: 12, 11 of which were new.

Highest Kudos: Into the Current, at 271 (just like last year, I'm not counting WG since it wasn't new). The Iron Bull/OFC, rated E, 79K words, complete.

Highest Hit Oneshot: The Mighty Fall, at 706. Sookie Stackhouse/Eric Northman. Rated T, 2900 words.

New Things I Tried: I wrote a trio of fics for True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries this year. The WIP that's finished and waiting for the new year is a continuation of this series.

I also posted a ficlet I'd originally posted here on tumblr for archiving purposes. Some Years Into the Future...

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: Driftwood, my Bullmance series. Writing ItC itself wasn't particularly long, about two months, but T3, the next fic, is still being written. At first it was all going to be one long fic, but then I decided I've had enough of epics (meaning any work significantly over 100K words), and split it into parts.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: The Mighty Fall. I have finally gotten to use the tag 'I wrote this instead of sleeping'. 🤣

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Usually, I have trouble with this category. I'm poly, you know. But this year, I actually DO have a fave. Okay...I have two.

How Deep the Bullet Lies - a gift for @rosella-writes, for the Solas Lovers Exchange. Solas/Cassandra Pentaghast with a whumpy open ending. Rated M, 4200 words.

More Than Mere Stone - a gift for my beloved @ir0n-angel in the same exchange. Solas/F!Trevelyan, pure fluff. Rated G, 1500 words.

Favorite Thing I Read: In Twain, by CatC. It's everything I wanted in a 'background character gets caught up in events' fic. With a sizzlingly hot Bullmance and So Much Cole. I think I've read it three or four times already. At least. If you need something comforting and wonderful, I cannot recommend it enough. It's simply delightful, and so is the author. Rated E, 172K words, WIP.

Something I Finished: I did it, at long last. I finished What a Wicked Game to Play. It was the focus of NaNo (and took literally three days once I put my mind to it, hence much of the other writing I did that hasn't been published). It feels really good to have my beloved Behemoth marked with a green checkmark. The story itself isn't finished, and I'll eventually write more for Imogen and Co., but for now, it is Done.

Writing Goals for 2024 – Keep on keeping on. I want to finish T3, so I can start posting it. I want to finish a couple other things from the WIP list. There will of course be a new Fluffuary prompt list. Biggest goal, however, is simply not to burn myself out. I've started waiting to publish until a fic is finished, which has done wonders for my stress levels. No more posting gaps on an in-progress fic.

Allow me to Gush about some things I wrote this year.

(Otherwise known as: honorable mentions)

Out of the Dark - Lark Cadash was once going to have an epic fic to her name. But I'm Tired, and frankly, I'm bored with rewriting the events of DA:I over and over again. So I've turned her into a series, where I can just put up oneshots and short chaptered things in no particular order that add up to one big story. This is one of them. Post-canon, Lark goes into the Deep Roads to find the answer to a riddle that's bugged her for her entire life. She gets more than she asked for, with a side serving of sad Solas. I've had many of the headcannons included in it for a long time, with no home. Now, they're out there in the world. Rated G, 4800 words.

What Lies Beneath - my actual giftfic for the Solas Lovers Exchange. I had such fun writing this, and had ideas for it as soon as I received the assignment. I got to set something in the Hissing Waste, which is one of my favorite places in the game, as well as write a polyship for my two favorite romances. F!Cadash/Solas/Iron Bull, rated T, 3400 words.

Maker Damned Fools - back in 2020, I wrote a Varric/Hawke short little thing for the first Fluffuary. I always wanted to go back and expand it into a fuller story. Add it to the pile of Things I Finished This Year. From their meeting to post-canon. Rated E, 32K words.

What a Wicked Game to Play - *deep satisfied sigh* It took two years and ten months to complete, with near constant weekly updates. It's 412K words by itself (not counting the rest of the series). It contains about 350 embedded images of either screenshots or fanart. It is both the highest hit (over 90K) and highest kudo'd (1535) work on my archive. Affectionately known as 'the Behemoth', extensively written with my signature yeeting of canon. Imogen McLean, MGIT, Inquisitor, beloved of Fen'Harel. I am stupendously proud of this work, but I am also incredibly happy it's done. I set out to write an epic, and I damn well succeeded. Rated E.

See y'all on the flipside! 💕

[luckynightdinosaur]

Predvember Day 1

Prompt: Mothership

Word count: 1k

Quick summary: Paisley and her partner arrive at the clan mothership.

Pairing: F x M

Tags: Anxiety, pre-relationship

Warnings: None

It's massive.

That's the only thing that Paisley can think as the mothership appears, black and sleek, blocking out the light of the stars around them. Filling her entire line of vision, it's overwhelmingly big, looming intimidatingly in front of the vessel that she's currently in. 

"Look!"

In her lap, Valerie squirms, pointing enthusiastically, chittering in excitement, straining to lean forward to get a better view of the behemoth before them. 

"I see it, baby," she replies, a smile pulling at her lips despite her nervousness.

"We go to the big ship?" her daughter chirps in question, turning to look at her with big yellow eyes. 

"Yes, we're going to the big ship," Paisley confirms. "We're going to live there from now on." 

"Because Nei-man said," Valerie asks, though it's not really a question this time, her daughter peering out of the viewing window again, as they draw closer to the mothership.

"That's right."

Ever since leaving her family's homestead on the planet of Lurbigea, she's felt as if she were in a fever dream. It doesn't seem real to her that she's actually in a spaceship, thousands of light years away from everyone she cares about (again).

She is though. However, this time she is here of her own volition (though it wasn't as if she'd had much of a choice, all things considered).

She knew what she was getting into. She'd agreed to go with Nei'hman-de to his clan, so that her family could live in peace. 

It wasn't fair, in her eyes, especially not to her daughter, who not only had made friends with her siblings' children, but was being taken from the only life she had ever known. 

Nei'hman-de had told her that this is what had to happen. Her daughter, who looked more like his kind than her own (because of what of what had happened that day, all those years ago), couldn't live on a human settlement, no matter how private it was. 

He had mentioned a plethora of people, none of who she knew, but assumed she would be meeting soon, to further discuss what would be happening to her and her daughter, the specifics of their new life among Nei'hman-de's people. 

Paisley wishes it could be different, but ultimately, she had to trust Nei'hman-de and believe that this is the best choice she could have made. 

She shoots a glance at the alien beside her, who is naturally unperturbed by the sight of the ship in front of them, tapping away at various buttons on the controls in front of him. 

Getting ready to dock, she assumes.

Paisley takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knows that she doesn't have anything to worry about, that Nei'hman-de won't let anything happen to them, but she still worries. 

The yautja has given bits and pieces of information about his culture, so she knows some of what to expect, but she feels nowhere prepared enough to do this. 

She has no idea how Nei'hman-de's people will react to the sight of herself, nor to her daughter. Based on his reaction, it won't be pleasant.

She knows that she has to trust him, knows he'd never let harm come to either of them. It's hard, though, all of this having happened too fast for her to really process it properly. 

Her anxiety mounts as they draw closer to the mothership, manifesting in a bouncing leg, the movement drawing Nei'hman-de's attention. 

He tilts his head. His expression is hidden by his mask, but she can feel an air of exasperation coming from him- or perhaps her anxiety is making her imagine it. 

He doesn't say anything, letting out a low, unidentifiable noise before simply turning back to what he was doing before.

There's the chatter of a voice from somewhere around the controls, one Nei'hman-de answers in a gruff voice, before the ship shudders. 

Paisley tightens her grip on her daughter, her stomach dropping as the pressure in the cabin of the ship briefly changes. 

Valerie whines in discomfort, unused to the feelings and sounds. It's making her feel disoriented too, but she tries to reassure her child, wanting to show her it's alright. 

She runs a soothing hand over her head, quieting her down, even as the ship rumbles, shuddering into place.

It only lasts for a few moments, and everything is still again. 

Nei'hman-de continues to tap at the various controls, until finally he stands.

He stretches, and despite all her anxiety about finally boarding the mothership that belongs to his clan, she can't help but be a little distracted, still, as she watches his muscles bunch and ripple. 

She blushes as he laughs at her, not realizing she was staring so blatantly until he caught her. 

"Come," he tells her, indicating that she should follow, before turning to lead the way off the ship. 

She gets to her feet, one of Valerie's little clawed hands grabbing ahold of hers, before she complies, grateful that he's being mindful not to walk too quickly. 

Beside her, Valerie is practically vibrating with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, her little tusks clicking as she bounces alongside Paisley, her grip on her hand almost painful. 

She squeezes it reassuringly anyway, causing her daughter to look up, pressing against her side tightly as they finally come to a stop. 

"What's it called? The ship?" She asks Nei'hman-dr, as they finally reach the exit, curious if the ship his clan lives in has a name. 

She tries to ignore her fluttering heart as the ramp lowers, keeping her gaze trained on the arbitrator, who radiates calm, a familiar scent reaching her and causing her to relax almost unconsciously. 

"Luar-k Ze-rei," he replies, briefly tipping his head in her direction. "Means Moonfire." 

It's a beautiful name, Paisley reflects, her hold on her daughter's hand tightening as she steps out of the scout ship. 

Into their new home, to start a brand new life. 

For better or for worse.

[reactivatedrockstar]

Rules

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You never know what you're going to get with me. You may get a multipara starter/reply, you may get a few sentences. I don't expect you to match my length, especially if I've written a behemoth of a starter... but I do ask that you try to match my effort. If I'm writing a huge reply and you respond with something that doesn't match the setting or context, (and do this consistently,) I'm more than likely doing to drop threads, and if this keeps happening, I'll just soft block you. Yes I do this for fun, but I put abouts and rules and everything you need to know for a reason, and if you can't be bothered to put in the effort to read it, or properly read my responses, then don't even bother.

I am a mobile user. Maybe once in a while, I'll pop onto a computer at the library to fine tune posts like this, but it's hard, if not impossible for me to use the site to its full extent. As such, icons will not be used, tags will be scarce, and trimming posts will not be done the way I like.

Trimming posts are a strange area. I have adhd and autism, so the best way for a thread to be trimmed is with the last response still attached. This way I can remember what's going on in the thread, which will lead to an overall better rp experience. If posts don't get trimmed, I'll just have to make the reply and hit that big red X button that deletes everything before my response, so take that as a warning.

RESPECT MY FUCKING BOUNDARIES. I've had some issues with one individual who sucked me into this Fandom, they refused to take no for an answer, and forced me to rp an incest ship. This has scared me away from the rpc for years. If I say no, it does not mean "convince me," it means no. I have a three strikes your out policy.

Due to this experience, I'm in a very weird place with ships, I currently don't ship Bonnie and I go back and forth as to whether or not I will in the future. You are free to talk about ships with me, but you must must MUST communicate with me!! Even if we have a ship, please communicate with me if you want to change something or break them up, please don't just end it without warning or talking to me first. I'll never force you to ship a ship you don't want, but if you don't warn me first, I will think that you want Bonnie to try and save it.

I have a full-time job as a daycare teacher. I am not always online. Do not pester me for replies.

I like to talk in the DMs!! Please don't think that this is a passive aggressive attempt to get you to reply, as eager as I get, this is a hobby, and I will not rush you intentionally!! Please tell me politely if I make you feel rushed or don't want to talk via dms. (I personally just think that writing is more fun when you know your partners.) That being said, I do not want you feeling like you are responsible for my personal feelings, and vice versa. You are allowed to say no, I am allowed to say no. If you try and guilt trip me, that will count against your three strikes. (And I will warn you dw.)

In addition to this, if you do NOT like communicating via dms, please tell me, and I will stop. If you just ignore me or ghost me, I'm either going to continue to try and reach out, thinking you forgot or didn't get notified, or I'll become intimidated, and think I did something wrong. We're all adults here, we can use our words. You don't have to follow me if you don't want to interact.

I have kept up with the lore moderately well, but if I don't know something, or have forgotten something, do not bully me. I have zero tolerance for it. You respect me, and I respect you.

From now on, this blog is run from a separate blog as well as this one in an attempt to distance myself from my toxic ex-friend. Since tumblr thinks this blog is now run from two separate blogs, DMs will not be able to be used from here any more, therefore, all DMs will have to be sent to @twoiesfnafocs. If there is some sort of emergency, and you need to contact me quickly for any reason, you will have to send an ask, even just sending in "hey can you log in, I need to talk to you asap," I will.

If you want to let me know you've read these, go ahead and like it, but it's not required, I use an honor system anyway.

[tearsoftime0086]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Stealing a neat post from @sweepseven and we'll see how far we get haha. I haven't posted all of my stuff to AO3 so I'll kinda be pulling from a few places

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 6! And half of them are from July till now lmao (aka the moment I learned about Steve Burnside)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

49,691

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gosh if I kept consistent fandoms it would make my fandom experience so much more easier :') Started out with Gundam, though haven't really kept up post my move away from FFNet (really want to come back at some point tho). Code Geass and TKoE is my long-running baby. Currently swept up in a Resident Evil fever too (see previous question). I've also written some stuff for League of Legends, Persona 2, and Fire Emblem!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ravaged Blessings (Fire Emblem: Three Houses, T. Wrote this during the rising peak of FE3H's release. Started out with Blue Lions and whoa nelly I was not prepared for Dimitri's post-timeskip scene.)

Two Kinds of Eternity (Code Geass, M. The behemoth. I had this idea in my head for ages and once I joined AO3 in 2018, decided to finally give it a shot. It's been five years and we're only halfway there, but I'm glad folks have hopped on and off for the ride)

An Eternal Warpath For You And Me (Resident Evil, M. Most recent fic of mine that I'm thankful has gotten a lot of kind reception! Aka Chreon + me fitting Steve into the Resident Evil-verse as best I can haha)

Shuriman Nights (League of Legends, T. Bit of a kudos drop from this point forward, but I love all my works the same, so :) I will never be over Nasus and Renekton's lore.)

Once (That Was Enough) (Resident Evil, M. EVERYTIME I WATCH THE DARKSIDE CHRONICLES CUTSCENES I HAVE TO COME BACK AND RE-READ THIS ONE. The genesis of my sprawling RE AU)

With 6 fics, that leaves We'll Always Have Casablanca out of the standings! Turns out that fic was the first anyone used the Leon & Steve tag. Pure self-indulgence so I understand why it's the lowest haha

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

I try to answer all of them! I have moments in life when I feel way too anxious about what to write back (like am I clogging up my own comments section? will they think it's weird if I write more than their initial comment?), but I work really hard to recognize the people who leave nice notes on my fics.

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

I'm a sucker for happy endings (everything else in the story is fair game tho) so I hardly ever end something too angsty... I guess Shuriman Nights for its implications?

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

Once (That Was Enough). Capcom, I reject your reality and substitute my own.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I had a few small cases, but it's not frequent at all. I try to mind my own business and let folks be ^^

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

As someone who's like 90% sure they're ace/sex-repulsed, I don't. It narrows my scope of reading fanfic too unfortunately - some of the best written works I've seen are rated E, but I have to kinda "hold my breath" while reading them :(

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

I never posted it anywhere, but I had a sprawling DCMK/Gundam crossover I shared with a close friend of mine. Still re-read parts of it from time to time. (Silver Bullet Shinichi, anyone?)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! I write so slowly that they probably wouldn't be able to steal it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope but it would be a blessing if anyone ever asked!

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

Again not posted, but I used to do a ton of co-writing with that same close friend mentioned above. Good times.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ooh this one's a tough one. If I have to choose, it's Kamille Bidan/Fa Yuiry from Zeta Gundam. It's what really started my fanfic journey, and I'll never forget the pure elation I felt watching their beach ending in Gundam ZZ. Wonder how I'd write something for them in the present? It's been so long...

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

If I thought about my deepest fears it would be TKoE, but I refuse. I will finish that fic. For a more realistic answer, I have a lot of mini-scenes for my Claire/Steve RE AU that I want to string into a full fic at some point, but I already have so many things on my plate.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I like to think that in my writing peaks, I have a good sense of capturing character voices and dialogue. I'm also good at coming up with like, "angsty" one-liners, if that makes sense?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Gosh this one's much easier than the last one. My posting rate is abysmal for starters (sorry to all the TKoE readers). I feel like every other sentence I write is clunky and long. Like on re-reads I can usually shave a few adjectives and words off of every sentence. I get impatient about pacing when I'm actually writing, but my actual writing sessions are few and far between. Tough times man :(

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

Different strokes for different folks, but I'm always afraid that a reader will get whiplash if I write in a language that I'm not comfortable with. Like sometimes I'll read fics where they reference Korean and it ruins my focus a bit when I read something that's not grammatically correct/realistic. Nothing to drop a fic over, but I'm not confident enough to write in another language myself.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I don't remember off the top of my head. The first one I posted online was for Zeta Gundam, but also I think I have a small A Separate Peace story from around that time? Lol if I go back to my childhood original works, those stories were essentially Guardians of Ga'Hoole and Bionicle fanfics too.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Once (That Was Enough) takes the cake right now. I remember looking on TVTropes for... Tragic Monster examples I believe?... and found a quick summary of Steve Burnside. Oh dear, that lad has me in his clutches and won't let me go. I had to write a story where he survives, and well... the rest is history. I even have a tag dedicated to the AU the fic spawned! Well, that was a ton of fun! If anyone reads this and wants to do it themselves, feel free to! Hoping to get more stuff out soon :)

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hi! For the ficlet prompts: 9. "Don't do this alone." Please and thanks?

Quick Ficlet List

Thank you so much for sending in a prompt, Cee! 🥰 Here's a ficlet that's longer than I expected it to be 😂 I hope you're fine with a post-Civil War ficlet. Also, this turned out much more hurt comfort than I expected, I hope that's okay 😅

"Don't do this alone."

Sam tended to find high places. He always had, ever since he was a kid. It felt a little ironic. His family found their life on the ocean, yet he was always looking for a tree to climb, a roof to lay on, a rafter to hang off of.

And Sam would say that it was surprising that he was doing that now, but Sam didn't really want to analyze himself at the moment.

"Sam?"

Sam hadn't really thought about where he was. All he knew was that there was no way he was ever going back home.

They had offered deals to Scott and Clint. They had families. Not Sam, though. Not Uncle Sam. Sam wondered if he would take a deal if they gave him one. An absurd deal after they illegally kept him in a super secret underwater prison for a crime that wasn't really a crime.

Would Sam take such a deal?

Of course he would.

Of course he would to see Sarah and her family again, make sure they were okay, and Sam felt ill knowing that. Because he wasn't sure if that was wrong or weak or good of him, but he would take a house arrest deal in a heartbeat if they offered him one.

"Sam, I'm coming up."

Sam wasn't even sure why he was thinking about this. It had been months since Steve got him out of the Raft. It had been at least a year since he disappeared from Sarah's life with only news stories and a very short call from Steve, Nat, and Bucky about what actually happened.

It isn't even as if Sam hadn't talked to Sarah since he was freed. He had talked to her and Jody just moments ago.

Or was it five minutes ago?

An hour?

He'd talked to her a handful of times since he escaped the Raft, but it only clicked this time that Sam would probably never see his nephews grow up. He wouldn't be there if Sarah or Jody needed him, if something happened to either of them.

Sam couldn't breathe.

Sam heard half a row of books topple to the ground. Wincing smacks and slams that reminded Sam how old some of the texts were.

That reminded Sam that he was currently curled up in the corner of one of the largest libraries he had ever seen. A multistory behemoth of a library off in the far corner of the Citadel.

Giant, sturdy shelves filled its walls. Sam wasn't sure how he found himself tucked in one of the highest shelves in the library nor how it was holding him up or even fitting him, but he was there.

"Sam?"

And somehow Bucky Barnes of all people was there too.

"I heard you were up here," Bucky said as if this was normal.

Sam didn't want this. He didn't want Bucky there. He didn't want anyone. He wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. He wanted to bury himself in this shelf and never think again.

Sam wanted to go home.

Sam wanted Bucky there. He wanted to fling himself at this man and hold on tight. Make sure Bucky was real. That it was actually Bucky who was dethawed and not the man who tossed Sam around like a ragdoll.

Sam didn't know what he wanted.

Sam felt Bucky's hand on his knee and instantly moved away.

"No," said Sam, his voice breaking as he said it, "You don't get to do that. You don't get to pretend we're okay."

Because they weren't. How could they be?

Bucky moved his hand away. Looked at a loss.

"I just want to be here for you," said Bucky.

"But can I trust you?" asked Sam, feeling the sob coming, "I trusted you to be honest. I gave you my word. I kept your location secret. And you didn't tell me. You didn't tell me there were words that would flip that switch."

Sam could feel it. The way Bucky moved like a force of nature when he grabbed Sam by the jaw and tossed him.

"I should have told you," whispered Bucky, giving Sam his space, "I was pretending I didn't know it was a possibility. I didn't want it to be. I wanted to be normal. I didn't want to think I could be that again. I wanted five seconds to pretend I was just some guy. In a city. With a fella who probably wouldn't even look my way if not for the fact that his friend told him to keep an eye on me. But ignoring something like that wasn't a smart idea. I was being selfish. It put everyone in danger. I'm so sorry, Sam."

"You left me," sobbed Sam, finally feeling the tears and snot, "You left me there."

Which might not be the fairest thing to say. Sam had told them to leave him at that airport. But it felt like everything was pouring out of him at this point. And they did that. They left him there. And he was stuck in that prison for months just thinking about it.

Sam felt the arm around him, pulling Sam closer. Pulling Sam into this awkward contorted embrace in the cramped space of the large bookshelf they found themselves on as he sobbed into Bucky's shirt.

Sam wanted to push Bucky off of him. He wanted to get as far away from Bucky as possible. He wanted to never see Bucky again.

Sam wanted to cling to Bucky. He wanted Bucky to hold him forever. He wanted Bucky to never leave Sam again.

Sam found himself doing nothing. Frozen as Bucky held him.

"Don't do this alone," whispered Bucky, "I don't have to be the person you talk to, but you need someone to lean on."

Sam unraveled at the seams completely as he collapsed into that embrace. Sam's tears staining Bucky's shirt. Sam barely able to breathe as Bucky rubbed his back soothingly. Sam did need to talk to someone about this. Maybe not Bucky, but someone. For now, all he wanted to do was let Bucky hold him, though.

*****

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[wolfandwild]

Hi, I love your fic and I am so amazed (hint: envy ^^) by the popularity it has. You deserve all the praises it got!!! It motivates me to begin writing my own story because I love World of Warcraft lore as much as you! But I am afraid it's a waste of time and I am late for the WoW hype. Do people read fanfictions about Illidan? Is he a loved character?

Hello! Firstly let me say thank you for your kind words about my fic, and how awesome it is that it's motivated you to start a story of your own! I certainly don't think it's too late or a waste of time to get into Warcraft as a fandom, especially with Dragonflight having been a recent and thus far pretty successful expansion release. Now, Warcraft is not the largest fandom out there - we're not a behemoth like Star Wars, or the MCU - so you can't expect that you're going to get similar levels of engagement as you will in fandoms of that size. What Warcraft does have, however, is longevity: World of Warcraft will celebrate its 20th birthday next year, while the Warcraft franchise as a whole with celebrate its 30th (Warcraft: Orcs and Humans was released in 1994). Hype in a fandom that's as old as Warcraft will always have its ups and downs, but there's a wealth of lore and characters and events to write about, and you could spend a lifetime trying to explore the lore in its entirety. The Warcraft fandom is also filled with wonderful and creative people. Because of the nature of an MMORPG game, people tend to invest very heavily in their characters and in the world, and in my experience it's one of the most imaginative fandoms out there. With regards to Illidan specifically, he's definitely up there as one of the more popular and well-known characters in the fandom. He was originally introduced in the Warcraft RTS games, so he's been around for a long time, and he has a lot of potential for narrative exploration with his antihero persona and complex familial relationships. He's perhaps not quite as much of a popular character at the moment because he doesn't play a major role in the current story of Dragonflight (at least so far, who knows where things will end up), but he's otherwise one of the most iconic characters in the franchise. All that said, I would always encourage people to write for the characters that they love, regardless of whether or not that character is popular more broadly. If Illidan is the character that interests you and inspires you, that's the only thing that matters. Best of luck!

[market-spy]

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[balanceoflightanddark]

How's this for a dark avatar Ozai (Ozaatu) scenario?

During the comet's arrival, Ozai fights the last lion turtle instead of Aang. He doesn't even attack the earth kingdom at all like he said he would, it was a trick to keep team avatar distracted. He slays the behemoth by absorbing the LT's soul, therefore he's the ATLA equivalent of Shang Tsung.

I'm thinking, instead of Ozai fusing with Vaatu, Ozai IS Vaatu.

Vaatu got freed before harmonic convergence with some outside assistance but at the cost of his dark power, his power level was reduced to that of a human spirit, he only needs harmonic convergence to get that power back and with his human form, that'll be his way of getting the "dark" avatar state.

Book 4, air, basically has the second half of season 2 of Legend of Korra moved up into Aang's saga. Except it features Raava becoming the avatar spirit of darkness/chaos/yin and light/peace/yang at the same time, aka, balance itself, as well as the spirit of all sources of all bending/elements. Ozaatu's end goal was to become all that but not until after he had killed Raava and unleashed his pure/unbalanced darkness and chaos for 10,000 years.

To make sure this is all properly foreshadowed; when Aang meets Roku for the first time, he vaguely warns Aang about harmonic convergence and Vaatu's return to wreak havoc should the FN win the war with the comet, and Wan's two-part story arcs are moved up into the premiere of season 3. When Aang learns more about Sozin, it's revealed that Vaatu secretly orchestrated the great war through Sozin using one of the solstices to prey on Sozin's dark side.

Would you have done anything differently with this dark avatar concept in general?

I'll...be perfectly honest. I'm not really a fan of how Vaatu was portrayed in The Legend of Korra, so I might not be the best person to ask about this. But I will try to be as impartial on that matter as possible.

So anyways, Ozai/Vaatu. The only way I can see this work from my point of view is if Vaatu takes over Ozai's body and mind completely. I mean as bad as Ozai is, Vaatu is the embodiment and spiritual representation of evil. A being that has existed since before mankind. If the two fused, there's no way the former is gonna be able to dominate the latter to do his will. So it'll be like a complete inverse of Aang and the Avatar Spirit: rather than Aang controlling Raava and utilizing her power for good, Vaatu is controlling Ozai and essentially uses his body to wreak havoc since...well, he's a spirit of chaos and destruction. It's kind of in his nature. Which honestly would be doubly humiliating for Ozai since not only is his will being taken from him, but his self-importance is stripped away as something else causes more havoc on a scale not even he could wreak. Thus making his life inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. The worst thing a narcissist like him could experience.

As for your idea about Ozai being Vaatu...I...can't see it. I'm sorry. Ozai works as an utterly deplorable but also very human antagonist. The embodiment of the worst of the Fire Nation. Who Zuko would've become if he didn't change his ways. Divorcing Ozai from the Fire Nation by making him Vaatu...I'm so sorry. It's one of those things we're gonna have to agree to disagree on. I mean the idea of a godlike being forced to live among humans due to its power being taken could have some value since its hatred for its current state instead of appreciating mankind when it has a chance does have some merit. But for Ozai...I just don't see it.

Don't get me wrong, the idea of a Dark Avatar is fascinating. Like a more violent counterpart to the Guardian of Balance? You could do something with that, either as a villain or perhaps a counterpart to the Avatar as part of the franchise's themes of balance. And I do agree Ozai needed more character development to flesh him out. But I don't personally think Ozai being Vaatu is the way to go.

I mean the idea to have Ozai be more thematically opposed to Aang outside of being the final boss is a good concept. Like having his philosophy be the complete opposite for everything Aang stands for and a stand-in for the sort of warmongering that wiped out his culture is a great idea that I think should be explored. I just don't think making him Vaatu is the right direction.

Feel free to disagree with me though. I'm not one of those guys who browbeats everyone into thinking the exact same way.