#a snippet that i may not keep when writing the Proper Fic for the au‚ but that i wanted to share anyways

[crystal-verse]

Light dances on her blade's edge, and she, too, dances -- battle a dance, a movement, a thrumming in her blood. A'mehka'ahma dances as she fights, snarl on her lips and ears pinned against her head, and with the wrath of a beast she takes every blow thrown at her and fights further still.

She is a Warrior, a fighter, a tank -- she fights and she draws enemy blows and demands attention that her comrades may be safer, may be free to attack without fear of retribution. She takes every hit and still demands more, if only for her friends and her dear cousin to be safe from harm.

At her side -- Sae'pheli'ehva, lance in hand with a grin stretched across his face, crystal eye alight with bloodlust and battle-frenzy, every bit an enemy to be feared as the dragons that Dragoons are known for killing. At her back -- the Ishgardian Astrologian, cackling as he draws and plays his cards, twisting this way and that, horns and jewelry glinting in the light, claws and teeth tearing into anything that dare get close. At her other side -- the Gridanian bard, her Wildwood teachings long since abandoned in favor of seeing the world as it is and not as how she was taught, song carrying through the air as the battle rages on.

It is not the first dungeon they have fought in and it will not be the last. Regardless of it all, A'mehka'ahma thrives. She fights. She wins. And when the time comes that she must fight again she will throw herself into the thick of it, all over again. (They fight Titan soon. A'mehka'ahma and 'pheli and the others, the various other adventurers she's befriended. She can only hope things will go well.)

[gasmeros]

Regarding the ask game what’s the S1 solstice to boat au about???

hi foamyyyy! i talked about it a bit in this post

it's basically a winter solstice au where. it's like. im ficjign struggling how do i explain this quickly. fucjing. fuck it, my snippet is half the fic notes, i dont have much of any proper writing to share for this one anyway

content warnings include mindless rambling, zhao, and threats of violence/execution

s1 winter solstice episode au, very much adjacent to that tumblr post (linked) about zuko getting locked up with sokka and katara and them figuring out about Zuko's fucked up family life.

similar but we bypass the actual verbal conversation by having zhao do taunting stuff cuz he be like that. he says stuff like episode 3 about ozai not wanting zuko back, about him failing his 2ish year long search, about how when they drag him back home, there might even be a public execution for his crimes, wouldn't that be nice? nothing but the best for the prince. and maybe zhao will even get to watch. ("he wouldn't." "can you really be certain, my prince? after what he did to your face? and just for mouthing off, too. how would he punish a real crime?")

then zuko showing how desperate he is to not get dragged back to the fire nation by doing some fucked up dangerus type of fighting back. like, wiggling, screaming, biting, full on child in a grocery store who has learned how to glue themselves to the floor type of reaction to being arrested, except this child has fire and no limits. good chance for that idea where zuko superheats a metal gag and bites through it, burning himself in the process. would be neat to have zuko spit a shard of almost molten metal at zhao cuz fuck him. maybe keep the whole scene chained to the pillar instead in some other room like these fics usually go?

so water siblings realize that something is most definitely Up based on zhao's words and Zuko's reactions, and when roku starts to tear the temple apart, they hit a wall where they realize that zuko's been trapped by the lava flow like them, and while they have appa to hop onto, he doesn't have an escape. so cue these kids being Kind and promptly yanking him along cuz the alternative is zuko burning alive

so we get Bison Time, wherein zuko's still not a fan of anything that's happening, but compared to how he was acting with zhao, he's downright pleasant. which is not to say that he's actually pleasant, he is very much being an angry brat who's like one second away from trying to fight them while still on the bison. the siblings have a lot of questions, because what zhao said about banishment and two years searching and public executions was fucking wack and they need to know why he said that, why zuko fought so hard that he thought burning his mouth as bad as he did was an acceptable trade off. they know why, but they need to hear it.

zuko does not let them hear it. he yells and doesn't answer any questions and demands they put him down or else. bits about the mouth burns obviously bothering him, just cuz im me and im predictable

they end up going to drop him off at his ship cuz his crew wont attack without a command, and zuko's not so dumb to make them attack the bison he's on. they end up making him swear to not do anything until after they fly away

potential bit where they fly over to Zuko's ship, still in fire nation waters, and find its got a zhao shadow. so zuko, while not at all wanting to actually say it out loud, does not want to go back to his ship until the shadow leaves or they're out of fire nation waters, cuz he will absolutely be arrested. cue more gaang being concerned about the arresting thing, and zuko basically pulling his own teeth to ask if he can wait on the bison until it's safe.

Eventually theyre able to land on zuko's ship without risk of zuko being arrested. zuko keeps his word and doesn't let anyone attack until after they leave, and THEN. aang is a smartass and takes advantage of that by just. not flying away :) so zuko can't do anything, cuz then he'd break his word!! that's pretty fuckin dishonorable!! zuko would like to murder aang.

(really aang needs a moment to talk with the siblings because if what he gleaned from the conversation is true, he can't in good conscience just leave zuko to his fool's errand for an abusive father. they need more information, and they have to do something, cuz this is not ok. the siblings agree, though with much more caution because that's been forced into them by growing up in a war)

cue s1 gaang and zuko tea party

and so the whole fuckin fic takes place on zuko's ship cuz aang is be a pedantic little snot and zuko's autism sense of honor wont let him break a promise

i have maybe 300 words of actual writing for this, and im not sure how i feel about those words. this is like one of the first fics i tried to write for atla, which, like most of my atla fics, has dug itself a very comfy hole to sleep in. i'd love to get anywhere with it, if only i had the motivation

[tennessoui]

I adore the TA AU, but I feel like it needs a few more snippets before it could go on Ao3 and feel like a proper fic (not b/c of word count, but because it feels like there are a few key emotional moments missing). (What there is is so good!)

i guess that's the question though, like. a lot of my ficlets i have are just that--ficlets, meant to either lead into another ficlet eventually or lead into answering asks about the ficlet where i then talk more about the au and it gets all fleshed out.

is posting just a ficlet enough on ao3 or is it dishonest to what the au is on tumblr?

i think the ta au is a good example of that, where there are multiple ficlets but it may not feel complete in ficlet form because part of the au is the short ask answers and tags and head canon reblogs that can't be translated over easily to ao3 because it was born on tumblr and it's by it's nature a tumblr au

another example i think would be the princess diaries au where there are 2-3 really good ficlets i like a lot that i think people would like to read but they are by no means close-ended and they're written to leave the concept open to embellishment later on

so when it comes to aus like those, do i wait, do i try to write more, do i keep them solely on tumblr....and when it comes to aus that are JUST one ficlet but left-open ended, does that get to go on ao3?? do i wait?? do i try to write more?? at that point, is that no longer a copy-paste over project and an active effort to translate from tumblr norms to ao3 ones?

[cryptidblue1]

So that Unbalanced AU idea...

So, I had a thought that if I ever had the spoons to write this idea in a proper story and not just make up snippets and such that each chapter would have like these excerpts from scholarly papers, journals, letters, etc. that would take place like far in the future when Hallownest is really gone and people are you know, piecing together its history. Before it goes into the actual, you know story of everything going sideways because of Vessels surviving and having a hivemind and stuff. *sparkle hands* so I'm just going to put those random excerpts here since I'm fighting enough as it is with the spoons for the one fic I started and trying to be motivated to keep going. So yeah, dumping ground time for fic bits and snippets.

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Kingdoms.

A word, a symbolism, a place of home, or a place of awe. There are many connotations connected to what seems to be a simple word. How this world has become such an important word for many, especially among bug kind is ambiguous at best; unknown at worst. All that is known is that Kingdom has become a word one attaches to a civilization that has transcended the boundaries of simple clan and groups squabbling for survival in harsh climes and dangerous locales.

Ah, but one can not just band a group together and call themselves a kingdom. No, while there are those who attempt such; creating clans and groups of villages under one rule. The title of Kingdom has always been of Sacred connotations. For every great Kingdom that has risen and whose name has been whispered among travelers and pilgrims, it has always had a touch of Divine to them. Whether it be by blessings, by the founding be from one of holy dispositions, by one with ichor flowing in their shell, or even by a god themselves taking interest in the realm of mortal affairs. These places imbued with sanctifying power have always risen higher and greater than any purely mortal civilization has ever achieved.

Yet, what causes these beings of higher and seemingly astronomical power to set foot onto a land and decry it to be under their domain?

A question that will likely be one of the questions pondered by scholars for decades to come.

It is these questions that have made many a scholar turn their gazes, and hone their blades towards a Kingdom that boasted not one, but at least five different gods through its rise, fall, and rebirth. A Kingdom of great renown and growth, and thus an even greater tragedy when its fall would show us why when Gods feud, all shall suffer. For who does not know of the great Kingdom of Hallownest? One whose origin seems tumultuous and mired in conflict and possessive grips of gods from times far older than even we may truly understand. The hints and findings of those brave enough to enter into the depths below the ruins of what had once been the great palace of the Pale King. The records of before the Pale King, where the Radiance had ruled, and even the scattered remnants that showed the rise of Hallownest under the Pale King’s gaze, and the plague that would bring it low. Each excursion into the depths, and the findings of those who had lived through this era of uncertainty and conflict have created a tapestry that each new thread only adds vibrancy and clarity to what we know of this Kingdom of Gods.

What is unclear in all of our findings of this kingdom from so long ago, the question that haunts every chronicler and history seeker wishing to know the truth of the path that led to its rebirth…

What stopped the Radiance’s curse for a time?

In all findings and piecing of a timeline of this city, there seems to be a blatant attempt to hide away the time period when the Pale King found a way to stop the plague riddling his subjects and when the plague returned somehow even more terrible than before. Even the means in which the plague was completely eradicated from the paths and depths of this kingdom is contradictory and purposefully shrouded from the attempts of history to record the ruins of this kingdom finding its footing once more and rising again for a time. Even the journals of those who had sought out answers when survivors of this time were alive and aware, can not seem to agree on what happened. The frustration in the words and pen strokes of these seekers of the truth is clear to any to see as they list the many ways that citizens refused, were clearly unaware, or obfuscated the answer to the main question being asked during the clean up at the plague’s end.

Perhaps there are answers hidden amidst artifacts that are rarer than the most precious of gems. Artifacts of the royal family, and of those that are only ever called Vessels when written about. A title only ever seen in passing within the few documents that point to there being more than just a battle of Gods in that era of Hallownest’s history. A title and speculations from a more radical branch of scholarly pursuit that have taken on the notion that there was another God involved in all of this.

An even more radical faction within the Studium has even begun believing that this tumultus time was the birthing of new gods.

This scholar finds these hypotheses fairytale-like and outlandish with how little evidence there is to support these theories of just what happened during the era of the Dreaming Plague. Thus, they shall only be mentioned as proof that every avenue was listened to at the time of the writing of this report. However, as this is meant to be a postulation of historical facts presented from actual evidence and records found and excavated from the depths of Hallownest, these theories will not be given more than a passing mention as we delve into the history and mystery that was a Kingdom considered to have been one of the greatest of Kingdoms to have ever risen.

May the blessing of Argos, They who have given us, of the Kingdom of Aeldum, the gift of Knowledge, find favor in my report of the Kingdom of Gods.

—Tirchel, Professor of Archaeology and Scholar of Divine History. Citizen of the Kingdom of Aeldum. Season of Rain Year 785 A.P.

[princesssarcastia]

first hp and now MCU *sigh*

sighs. anyway the reason the jane foster au thing is taking literally seven years is that I’m physically incapable of writing for the MCU without fixing everything I thought was dumb about it.  can’t just do a canon re-write because I Refuse To Condone XYZ.  The things I thought were dumb are many and myriad, but here’s one of them:

In Infinity War, they won’t destroy the mind stone while it’s still attached to Vision because they “don’t trade lives,” even though Steve made the same damn sacrifice, whatever.  But the thing is the avengers then immediately travel to Wakanda and start trading Wakandan lives for Vision’s.  They trade so many lives for Vision’s, and in the end it doesn’t even matter because they have to kill him themselves anyway.  SO all those Wakandans died for nothing.  They died for the aesthetic of the avengers having an army.  They died because no one thought through “yeah, T’Challa is totally down to sacrifice his people’s lives for one android he isn’t close with.”  They died because, let’s be honest, the lives of those random Wakandan soldiers meant less to not only the white main characters, but also the white movie creators. hmm. what could possibly be the impetus there.  mostly stupidity, but probably also some racism, lbr.

anyway.  all this to say what follows is a snippet where a) the battle to save vision isn’t taking place in Wakanda proper because the avengers don’t trade lives...other than their own.  In fact, it’s taking place in the arctic circle, where Wakanda has a shielded research station with no civilians that Shuri can appropriate to fix Vision without having her citizens die needlessly.  b) it’s just the avengers there, because they’re willing to put their own lives on the line for their friend and their principles. c) they’re using the mind stone as a lure to keep Thanos’ giant monster army focused on them, in this unpopulated place, rather than a city or a country.

you didn’t really need to know that, actually, because this fic snippet is about bruce banner.  explicit tw in the tags you may want to check for if you don’t mind a spoiler.  anyway, oh well, long walk for a short drink of water:

The walls shake with something other than the wind, and Bruce grits his teeth against whatever extrasensory response the other guy is having.  If he doesn’t want to come out to play, then he doesn’t get to raise the hairs on the back of Bruce’s neck.

The other guy.   After two years being trapped while he gets to play, maybe Bruce is the other guy now.  Maybe the Hulk—

“Doctor Banner,” Shuri says without looking away from her interface.  “If you’re going to help, then help.  Otherwise stop distracting me and get out.”

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...”You’re right.  Sorry.”  He turns back to his equations and keeps calculating what kind of energy source they can create here to replace the mind stone.  Vision may be able to survive without it, but it’s ridiculous to ignore that it serves a purpose in keeping him not just alive, but functional.  There’s a difference between surviving and living and the Avengers aren’t risking their lives just so he can—

Boom.

Dammit.

Shuri’s guard, the one T’Challa left with them—Ayo? Was that her name?—steps further away from them and speaks into her bracelet—kimoyo beads.  Bruce strains to ignore it because he doesn’t need to know what he’s missing outside, doesn’t need to know how poorly the battle is going for his friends, his—his shield brothers, Brun would call it, without him.  There’s no doubt in his mind Shuri could save Vision without him and there’s no doubt in her mind, either; he’s here as a courtesy and because it’ll go faster, at least.  Because he’d be useless otherwise, sitting there with his thumb up his ass while his friends fight and die without him, without them, dammit Hulk—

“Princess,” Ayo calls. 

“Not yet.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know how long, I’ve never done a neural reprogramming for an android before.”  Shuri purses her lips.  “Longer than this, certainly, to revolutionize a field that doesn’t even exist yet.”  She reprograms another synapse.  It looks like maybe thirty percent of them are done.  Thirty percent, after four hours.

Bruce glances at Ayo from the corner of his eye because he’s a masochist and he can’t help himself.  Her face is troubled, and so is Okoye’s on the projection hovering over her wrist.

“Ayo, tell her she needs to hurry up!”  The projection twists like the general has taken her hand from her face.  There’s a flash of silver, a war cry, and a brief, incomprehensible glimpse of something black and twisted and horrible.  It cuts out in the middle of the creature’s answers screech.

Ayo slowly lowers her hand back to her side, and Bruce tries to focus back in on his work.  Tries to focus on the math, on the energy readings, on Vision’s life in here instead of all the death out there, because if he doesn’t—

“I really am going as fast as I can,” Shuri says in a small voice.  Twenty.  She’s just twenty years old, what was Bruce doing at twenty?

Don’t go there.  Don’t go there, Bruce.  Shouldn’t have come back to the Arctic, that was just asking for trouble.

Focus.

What would happen if he lost it, and the Hulk refused to come out?

Focus.  Focus on Vision, on saving his life.  Save lives.  Save his life.

“So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life?”

Another explosion rocks the room, rocks the station, rocks the damn arctic ice pack they’re standing on.  It’s the biggest one yet.    “Evacuate the southeast quadrant.  All personnel in the southeast quadrant, evacuate to the next defense point.”  The intercom doesn’t even crackle as it activates over their heads and Bruce is struck by how odd that is; it’s almost more unnerving that the idea of the situation escalating to the point of evacuation.  Ayo pulls up a map of the station on her kimoyo beads and manipulates it, pulling up what he assumes is the southeast quadrant.

“That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”  

“How bad is it?” Bruce asks.

Ayo’s eyes dart to Shuri, who is nothing but relentless; he hasn’t seen her stop once this whole time.  “Bad.  They have breached the facility’s outer defenses.  Princess, perhaps we should—”

“No!”  Shuri all but shouts.  “I will not evacuate, I will not abandon this mission, we’re not finished yet.  Tell someone to come fill the gap.”

“Princess, if they have not already done so, then they may not have the manpower to do it.”

“Then call reinforcements!”

There are no reinforcements because this is a hail-Mary, vigilante mission and all the Avengers on-world are already here.  T’Challa isn’t bringing any more of his people into this, and Steve and Natasha and Tony would never ask him to.   When they fail, that’s it, it’s done.  And so is Vision, and this will all have been for nothing. 

“I guess we'll find out.”

Bruce pushes his glasses off his nose and pinches his brow.  He can’t even think about this; he’s thinking about it without thinking it, a glaring absence that lets you see the shape of it regardless.

“This wasn’t just a Wakandan station, right?  I mean, you guys opened it up to other countries for the science and information exchange?”

A pause.  “Yes.”

“Any military?”

A longer pause.  “...Yes.  Dr. Banner, what are you...”

She trails off as Bruce looks up.  There must be something in his face.

“Did they leave anything behind when they airlifted out earlier?  Weapons?” He adds, because there’s no use beating around the bush.  No time. 

“Probably, but you will find nothing there of any use.  Wakandan technology—”

“Is much more advanced, I know.  But you don’t really have any projectile weapons.

Ayo’s nose crinkles up in disgust, but is already turning back to her charge.  “Of course not.  So primitive.  Princess, we will need time to evacuate to the ship, please.”

Shuri cuts a glance at him, seemingly ignoring Ayo.  “What do you need a projectile weapon for, Dr. Banner?”

“Something desperate.”  He pulls his glasses off and sets them on the table.  “Stay here, Shuri, finish your work.  Save him.”

Bruce has never asked anyone else to risk their life when his own would do. He’s not fucking starting now, when the whole universe is at stake. 

Between him and Shuri, Ayo reluctantly lets the issue go, but he can tell if Thanos’ army gets a single step closer to her Princess, Ayo will throw her over her shoulder and sprint for the quinjet, mission be damned.  He marches out of the room and follows Ayo’s directions to the nearest storage area; the American one, as luck would have it.  Because of course the American team brought guns to the Arctic Circle on a science and information exchange program.  Of course.  A few M11s just lying around, lost in the hasty shuffle to abandon this place.  Bruce picks it up and just holds it.  Feels the weight in his hand.  Ayo was right, they are primitive; primitive and ugly and violent and only good for one thing. Another impact.  The station shakes again, and the lights flicker above his head. Now.  It has to be now. He doesn’t have a radio, but he knows where the southeast corner of the building is, so he keeps the gun in a tight grip and heads that way. Three corridors away and he starts to hear noises.  Yelling.  Screaming.  Gunfire.  Energy bursts.  The ring of Steve’s shield, the whine of Tony’s repulsors.  And above it all that same horrible screeching noise from those creatures invading their planet at the behest of a genocidal maniac trying to kill Bruce’s friends. Kill the Hulk’s friends. Louder, and louder, and louder, until he can’t even hear himself think which is good because he doesn’t want to think about this he never wanted to think about this again even though he did, a lot, like after Lagos and Sokovia and Sakaar. The team has driven them back from the breach in the facility, that’s good.  Wind and snow come howling in through the massive hole and Bruce shivers and tells himself its from the cold. Outside is...pandemonium.  His friends are like brief sparks of light in a sea of writhing, angry, violent darkness trying to tear them apart.  There are so many of them he can barely see the horizon and they show no sign of stopping. In the distance, he makes out Steve, locked in fierce battle with something that looks less like a bargain bin eldritch horror and more like one of those Black Order people. He’s losing.  Even Bruce can tell that. “Now would be a really good time for you to get angry” He’s always angry.  But the anger isn’t enough anymore. “Bruce, what are you doing out here?”  Tony screams at him, flying towards him with his hands still targeting energy blasts at the enemy.  “I thought you said the Hulk can’t come out, you can’t be here!  Go help Shuri!” Ten, nine, eight, seven—oh, fuck it. “Won’t, not can’t, Tony.” One breath.  Two breaths.  He squeezes the grip so hard it starts denting his palm. “Those are functionally the same, big guy, so get the hell out of here.  We got this!” “No you don’t, we’re losing!”  Bruce takes a short inhale through his nose.  “They’re not functionally the same when I can force his—our hand.” That finally makes Tony look at him, and Bruce doesn’t know if he catches it on his own or FRIDAY points it out to him, but he finally sees the gun.  He dissolves his faceplate and looks at Bruce with wide, exhausted eyes.  “No, no, Bruce, don’t you dare, Bruce!” He lunges, but he doesn’t make it before the gun goes off, the bullet tears through Bruce’s mouth and then—and then nothing. The Hulk roars.   Anger isn’t enough anymore.  Self-preservation will have to do.

[spotsupstuff]

You did an amazing job on that fic. It was kinda hard to read just cause i felt tenseness through the screen lol. If I may ask tho, is this like the start of a story where we see Mac evolve and stuff or is this just a one off story?

aw thank you!!!! glad it was Feelable gjklsdgjkls

the fic is a part of the fruit twins au that i share with @/grollow so any content on Here that is tagged as such belongs with it and is Somewhere on the timeline of the au. currently i dont really have any plans of telling the entire story in a fanfic format - if you look at my ao3 profile, i attempted doin that in h0llow kn/ight fandom with the Wondrous Wanders AU, which is currently kinda sorta abandoned, even though i still have my schemes, ideas and wips still saved for it. it is unfinished and hasnt even gotten really far plot-wise, all of the larger more important fics planned for it kinda got left in the dust

by that i mean to communicate that i dont really have confidence in both my writing and my ability to keep to the project in That form. what im planning right now for the au is mainly establishing the past (how Six Ear was born, how the conflict between Sūn and Six Ear came to be, how and why it ended how it did n so on...) and establishing the characters that u dont really see in LMK (Mǎ, Bèng and Bā, relationship between the main two boys and the three other Stalwart Generals, relationship between Red Boy/Son and Six Ear...) so it would be easier to understand whats going on in “present”/LMK time with Six Ear and the others ✨ internally ✨, all ideally in proper comic form

i might not be a bad writer, maybe i could even be called decent or good, but im mainly a drawing artist n so most of my skill points r There

the fic was inspired by a quick lil dialogue idea between Bā and Six Ear that came to me when i woke up which i then made into the published thing throughout the day (which i normally dont actually manage), so there Is a chance that i will write more, but its prolly gon be lil snippets caused by random convo ideas between characters

[presumenothing]

fmab (+03) fic masterlist

because even i’m starting to lose track of what i’ve posted so far. all writing is eventually crossposted to ao3, individual tumblr posts linked below the cut because it’s lengthy as hell 

(this is like 85% post-promised day fic with the occasional canon-divergence au for flavour, ft lots of resembool kids, riza, and roy. basically gen with near-zero ship content because that’s how i roll)

update: total wordcount has now broken 20k 25k 30k 35k 40k 45k(!!!!) 

update 2: now with crumbs of 03 content because yeehaw

april

“Actually, Winry – can you do something for me?” 

“Lieutenant. Would you ever consider learning alchemy?”

“I guess I just – want to figure out who I am. Me, not the Fullmetal Alchemist.”

Besides, the scars on his palms have been – pardon his language – hurting like a bitch ever since he woke to this gloomy weather this morning.

Ishval had given him plenty of practice at that soldier’s art of taking even the lightest of naps whenever circumstances permitted.

[au] Ed has never had reason to hate how swiftly his mind works, not until now.

It’s just simple clerical error that leads to Edward Elric retaining his title and pay as a State Alchemist, even after the Promised Day. No, really.

may

He’s just tired, not about to collapse.

These days Ed’s journals are actual proper travelogues, no coded shit or anything.

[au] It doesn’t even start until after they arrive in Resembool. 

(can’t have been the more socially-adjusted brother, obviously.)

[au] “I don’t,” Ed bites out, “know any damn alchemists.”

Maes raises an eyebrow and sloshes his near-empty cup pointedly. 

august

[wip] “Is this about Al, or you?”

“–of course I know these aren’t the most efficient routes!”

Ed seriously considers dyeing his hair more than once, in the After.

Winry only needs a glimpse of red to know what it must be.

Rush Valley talks. Winry listens.

Much as Al loves his brother to itty-bitty-and-very-shouty pieces,

The first time someone mistakes Al for the Fullmetal Alchemist, 

+ The thing is, Al gets it.  

“Brother told me that you told him about Ishval,” Alphonse says.

It’s an honest observation – as honest as he can ever get, at least –

[au] In another world, she is never named the Hawk’s Eye.

“Somehow I doubt your place is much better, sir.”

would it be the most impossible thing to have happened to the Elrics?

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us,” Ed growls,

a minimum age limit on all candidates for the State Alchemist exam.

“There’s gotta be a shark somewhere around.”

The Elrics make transmuting without circles look easy.

The problem, if Riza is to put it into words,

Al completely botches the first dozen or so transmutations

(Ed? Talking about automail? Over food?)

[au] in the end it’s Al who really takes after their father.

“Fullmetal realising his celebrity status? Woe betide us,”

The tea is actually well-made, first of all, not burnt 

“Not like– I mean, personal about me, not you!” 

[au] “Huh,” Al says.

Still less work than getting entropy-murdered by Olivier, he decides.

[au] It’s not every dead person that he sees.

[au] They weren’t even meant to stop in Resembool.

Jean just wants to make one thing – okay, a few things – very clear.

Ed knows this firsthand from too much Winry exposure.

The lump on the couch lets out a string of wholly intelligible noises.

september

“Take me out to dinner,” Riza says.

“We’re not even in Amestris, though.”

[au] Riza had been angry too, when she had let herself be, but hers is a cold ire, locked beneath glaciers and the burn of frostbite. Wrath makes no such pretences.

[outline] But in the case of Fullmetal – more specifically in the case of Fullmetal and Youswell – Roy mostly wishes he could unknow things.

[au] Roy forces enough air into his lungs to get the words out. “You’re dead.”

[outline…?] winry’s gonna like this, al says.

Alphonse flaps a hand. “Oh, because it’s complete bullshit.”

“Y’know, you really aren’t that tall, Brother.”

getting to finally keep a cat hadn’t been very high on his list of priorities.

[au] “Edward. Get out of here, take Envy with you.”

[wtnv au] “Welcome to Resembool.” 

october

just because you’re immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die from food poisoning, young man.

[au snippet] It’s sort of a belief, in the eastern parts of Amestris,

[03] Al’s hug is the first real thing he’s felt in years.

[03] Never thought you were, Ed retorts lightly, and lets Alfons turn away with a huff.

“When you said to come visit you in Rush Valley this is not what I was expecting!”

(and jeez, only Ed would manage to make it necessary to keep a kit on hand for actual minor-to-major catastrophes during a semi-honeymoon trip)

november

[03] Except the sight of his brother only serves to make everything worse, for once.

[au] The worst thing about this is that it’s not even equivalent. 

[au] “You wanna know why? The real reason, not the quantum bullshit I fed Mustang.” (+ more in the tag)

[snippet] And just for that I won’t be leaving Wrath any.

“I shall finally exact the decisive vengeance that I have always dreamed of,” Scar booms right back before Armstrong can even ask, 

Al knows from the moment he wakes up that it’s going to be a good day.

[snippets] The real disaster comes when Ed learns how to weaponise his height.

[03 au] The man in the brown overcoat. That’s all anyone ever seems able to recall of Edward.

[au] They say the Elric house is haunted. Of course. Empty houses are always haunted.

Of course, this assumes that said person is an alchemist of some ability, and that said life has been one of some loss and strife. 

“Are you alright? Nod for yes, swear at me for no.”

from the intervening pause he surmises Riza is jotting something down on the notepad she keeps by the phone.

She’s been looking forward to the day when her hair finally gets long enough to – well, no longer be short.

“Remind me of this the next time I decide to trust Ling any further than I can throw him.” ( + xing tag)

december

Ed’s almost twenty when he realises that Hawkeye must’ve been around his age when she was deployed to Ishval.

[au] At least this far out from Amestris Ed could mostly brush the first one off as an interplanetary translation fuckup.

bonus textposts and assorted nonsense

the Better Alchemist™️

on the topic of ed’s scrawl

al, defender of cat

*csi miami theme but with cats*

on the topic of flat affect + 200000% turbo by default

on the topic of pain tolerance + further thoughts

ed @ mustang’s problem solving skills

ok but about liore…

terrible TERRIBLE ideas (three of them)

putting the SHORT in SHORT-TEMPERED

clap reflex

you’re retired, ed, r e t i r e d

and by “ambidextrous” i mean “confused”

protip: you can’t

YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAH (aka csi miami theme, riza redux)

feral ducklings, the continuation(??)

does THIS count as elric telepathy

honestly, y’all

too much fire?? sounds fake

on the topic of academia

sometimes the stars align

on the topic of riza hawkeye

terrible idea, berthold version

immortal troubles

THE CHURCH OF EDWARD ELRIC

PRIDE (& WRATH): one, two, three (4koma)

objectively the worst post-cos timeline

serious stuff: fma drama cd, daughter of dusk

asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 aka izumi pwns roy, 9 aka not coffeeshop au, 10 aka legalities, 11 aka autograph woes

[todaydreambelieversfic]

Author Spotlight : Syntheticpoetry Day 1

Author : @syntheticpoetry​ 

How did you get into Glee and Glee fandom?

For as long as I can remember my life has revolved around music and theatre.  I find it extremely difficult to verbally articulate what is on my mind with words and have always resorted to translating via use of song instead.  When I watched the first episode I fell in deep and lamented pretty hard over the fact that my own high school never had a Glee club.  I didn't delve into the fandom until the introduction of Blaine during season 2 and immediately fell into rhythm with my fellow Klainers.

In general, what drew you into writing (and/or creating)?

I grew up wanting to be a writer.  I think my first great influence was the Harry Potter series.  But from an early age I always loved the art of painting a portrait with words and began writing stories for fun in elementary school.  It became so overwhelming to keep ideas in my head that I often found myself needing to write them down to channel them out.  There was a lot of poetry at one point.  Plenty of short stories.  As I grew up I turned to writing to cope with a lot of internalized aggression and channeled my emotions into characters, acting out conversations I wish I was brave enough to have or taking out my own anger and sadness in the form of angst. 

What was it about Glee that made you decide to write fanfic for it?

The jumping point for me was episode 4x4: The Break-Up.  I had latched onto Blaine's character and became obsessed in the wake of his lack of a proper background story, so I felt the innate desire to overanalyze every action and detail leading up to that storyline.  Writing, for me, has always been about coping.  I saw a lot of myself in Blaine, so in a way it first became another way for me to defend my own actions through use of a character I felt pretty akin to. 

Have you been a part of other fandoms before? Have you written fanfiction pre-glee?

I began writing fanfiction at around 11 years old.  I was no stranger to fandom life and would often engage in roleplay forums in addition to writing and posting on various websites.  I was pretty big into the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom during middle school and wrote for that.  There are plenty of private Livejournal entries I have involving various bands.  I have a few badly written stories on LPfiction.net.  Mostly I had private instant message conversations where I would write/roleplay scenes with friends, but it was really for our own enjoyment.  So, while I have written pre-Glee, my Glee fiction is what I'm proudest to show off and promote.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I usually write pretty angsty stuff, and a LOT of hurt/comfort, but I've been wanting to try my hand at more fluff.  I've been gravitating towards wanting to try enemies-to-lovers for awhile now.  Also really want to delve into writing some dom/sub, but I'm intimidated I just won't do it the justice it deserves.

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

I don't know if mpreg counts as a trope, but I really, really am just not a fan of it and can never see myself writing it.

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

The number honestly just keeps growing.  The amount of scattered virtual notes I have with snippets of ideas, summaries, conversations is getting out of hand.  Right now the one drawing the most focus is a Klaine soulmate AU based on a tumblr post I made about Blaine's pocketwatch the first time they meet at Dalton.  So be on the lookout for the pocketwatch AU!

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Check out Syntheticpoetry’s Fics

And the World Spins Madly On -  A few weeks after visiting Kurt in New York and confessing to cheating Blaine is attacked and left for dead, resulting in a traumatic brain injury. Burt finds him on his way home from work and calls Kurt to deliver the news. How will Kurt help Blaine pick up the broken pieces when his own heart is still so conflicted?

I'll Give You The Moon -  Sick and alone, Blaine's prepared to spend Christmas on the couch watching old films until an unexpected visitor at the door decides otherwise. AU where the break-up never happened.

Constellations - When the text comes in from Tina, Kurt can hardly believe what he is reading. When Blaine doesn't respond to his messages he thinks his heart may actually stop beating. Shooting Star reaction fic with a little canon divergence for the Klaine conversation I so desperately wanted to see/NYC gang reaction to the news. I promise there is a happy ending in this through the rollercoaster of emotions that is Blaine's mind during this absolutely horrifying ordeal.

[aceandnancy]

FALL DRABBLEFEST 2020 NOW OPEN!!!

                                          THE GUIDELINES

The objective of the Drabblefest is to publish as much fanfiction as possible for a fandom that desperately needs it!

Find a prompt you like on the list and just write something. There are only two requirements: it has to be at least drabble length (but it can be as long as you want!) and the main pairing has to be Ace/Nancy. 

Anyone can participate at any skill level. Even if you have never written a fic before or if it’s been years…give it a try. 

You can use as many prompts as you want. You can also combine prompts. There is no limit to the amount of prompts you can use and more than one person can use the same prompts. Make sure you mention the prompt in your author notes.

Please tag your fics #nacedrabblefest so that they can be reblogged. 

If you cross-post to Archive of Our Own, please tag your fics as part of the 2020 Ace/Nancy Fall Drabblefest. You can also add a link back to the blog if you want. It may encourage more participation.

Comments? Questions? Comment below or hit the askbox. 

GOOD LUCK!!! HAPPY WRITING!!

                                      DRABBLEFEST DATES:

                      SEPTEMBER 29th- NOVEMBER 15th

         THE PROMPTS ARE LISTED BELOW THE CUT---------------

Detailed Scenarios:

Nancy is secretly pining for Ace while he's dating somebody else.

Ace buys Nancy a first edition copy of “All The President’s Men”. 

Nancy knows about Ace's whereabouts before Bess without even thinking.

Ryan gives Nancy unsolicited advice about not running from love even if you're scared...forcing her to confront her denial over her feelings for Ace.

Nick is concerned for Ace regarding his growing relationship with Nancy; he doesn't want Ace getting hurt because of Nancy's trust issues...but Ace knows what he "signed up for" and is okay with it.

Gilmore Girls-ish AU: Ryan raises Nancy in Horseshoe Bay cut off from his family and runs the ice cream parlor him and Lucy loved. Nancy and Ace grow up as best friends.

Nancy and Ace go undercover as newlyweds.

Nancy asks Ace for help with solving a case for Carson.

Nancy is annoyed/jealous when a new waitress at The Claw flirts with Ace...but doesn't want to admit it.

Nancy Drew's News starts posting anonymous gossip involving The Drew Crew leading to some interesting revelations.

When Ace is arrested for hacking, Nancy moves hell and earth to clear his name.

Nancy and Ace's PDA disgusts George and delights Bess.

The Drew Crew spends the day at the beach and Nancy low-key thirsts for Ace's body.

Ace and Nancy get trapped in an elevator forcing them to confront their feelings for each other.

Nancy goes speed dating with Bess, but all she can think about is Ace.

Bess cons George into helping her get Ace and Nancy together.

Laura returns at the moment Ace and Nancy's UST hits a boiling point.

Laura is getting married and wants the Drew Crew to attend her wedding.

George notices that both Ace and Nancy are very tired at work and comments on it.

Ace offers to give Nancy a massage when her neck won't stop hurting.

Nancy and Ace laugh over an inside joke and George thinks it's super weird.

Ace and Nancy dance.

Ace and Nancy have a secret relationship ala Monica and Chandler.

When their young daughter asks the moment they fell in love with each other, Ace and Nancy realize it's the same moment.

Ace gets a haircut.

Ace tells Nancy the story of how and why he was arrested for hacking.

Nancy and Ace stumble into a case on their honeymoon.

Ace realizes he's in love with Nancy, but decides to keep it to himself.

Carson witnesses a "moment" between Nancy and Ace and attempts to subtlety ask her about it.

The Drew Crew gives Lucy a proper burial.

Nancy goes over to Ace's place instead of Owen's on the night she discovers her true identity.

Nancy hates Halloween, but Ace loves it.

When a person dresses up as Dead Lucy at The Claw's Halloween party, Ace comforts a distressed Nancy (and also throws that person out).

Bess, George, and Nancy have an old fashioned sleepover for Bess's birthday. When Nancy gets a text from Ace, the girls tease her about her smile...but it turns into a serious conversation about her true feelings.

Nancy meets Ace's brother.

Ace and Nancy share their first kiss in the rain.

Ace and Nancy's first time is in an unusual setting.

Ace and Nancy have a stupid fight that leads to a super hot make-up.

Nancy talks to Ace about her recent traumas. He encourages her to make up with Carson.

Carson and Ace talk about Nancy. He thinks they're good for each other.

Ace and Nancy Facetime before bed.

Ace and Nancy go on a road trip that links to his past.

Ace and Nancy exchange earrings as a sign of their commitment to each other.

Nancy thinks Ace's hacking is a major turn-on.

When the girls are busy, Ace and Nick must solve their own supernatural case.

Ace and Nancy discover their fake elopement (for a case) was real! Comedy ensues.

When Nancy's fansite openly ships them, Nancy and Ace rethink their relationship.

Truth Serum is slipped into The Drew Crew's drinks.

Ace and Nancy share a moment before she's forced to flee town with Ryan.

Ace takes Nancy to an escape room for their first date.

Nancy sees Ace's scar from the crash.

After yet another near death experience, Ace and Nancy realize they can't keep ignoring their feelings and finally do something about it.

When the rest of the Drew Crew is out of town, Ace and Nancy must run The Claw together for the entire weekend with hilarious results.

George figures out Ace and Nancy's code word for sex.

After a fight involving Algaeca-related tension, the group fractures. Nancy flees to the Bluffs. Aces goes after her.

An anonymous love letter is found at The Claw and everyone thinks it's from a different person. Chaos ensues! Revelations come to light! Based on the classic episode of Full House [4x11: "Secret Admirer"].

Nancy's ex-high school friends comes back into the picture. Ace poses as her boyfriend to help her deal with them.

Ace watches Nancy as she falls asleep.

Nancy asks Ace out on a date.

Ace and Nancy's first date goes horribly wrong, but ends incredibly right.

Nancy learns Ace’s real name.

A jealous Nancy tries to win a date with Ace at The Claw’s charity auction.

Ace and Nancy confide in Bess separately about their feelings for each other but make her promise not to interfere. 

Nancy and Ace accidentally wear matching costumes to The Claw’s Halloween party.

Nancy and Ace have matching soulmarks. 

Nancy and Ace become friends long before working at The Claw.

To get a vital piece of evidence or scope out suspects/locations for a case, Ace & Nancy have to pose as a couple, or even if not, someone makes reference to them as such.

An evil spirit (possibly the Algaeca or something) infiltrates Horseshoe Bay & is able to take the form of its residents, namely Nancy (or Ace). It takes the other person to figure out it’s not them, & how to get the real person back.

A situation occurs where Ace has to protect Nancy from the Hudsons [physically and/or Nancy and Ace team up].

Nancy and Ace get high together (safely).

Dialogue Snippets:

“I don’t believe in regret.”

“Mmmmm...don’t leave this bed.”

“Kiss me and don’t stop.”

"I don't want to fight this anymore."

“I know I said I just wanted to be friends, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m not scared anymore. I want us.”

"Ace is the best. We all need an Ace in our life."

"I don't want to leave."

“You’re my inspiration Nancy.”

“So, you’re the famous Nancy Drew! All my son does is talk about you. I’m his mom.” 

“I trust you more than anyone else in my entire life, Ace.”

“I never thought I’d love someone this much.”

“I want you to be my partner.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I’m worried about you Nancy. The Hudsons are dangerous.”

“I had a dream where we were together and it just felt so right.”

“Do you want to go back to my place?”

“Stay the night.”

“I wasn’t ready for us before...but I’m ready now.” 

“Do YOU know what missing frames are?”

“Stay.”

[faejilly]

I was tagged by @la-muerta​ & @facialteeth​ & @thedivinemissema​ for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN  by @shadoedseptmbr​ @msviolacea​ & @ravenclawnerd​ for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic  au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

[feather-dancer]

2, 10, and 20

2 Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project 

Honestly probably when I’m allowed to write Stars again (Still under my ban until Ghost!AU chapter 3 is out) when I can start dabbling into troll culture/lore where because of what I usually write Trollmarket is already lost or it’s somebody who will never go down there which is annoying! It’s one of those neat things to think about as we’re only given glimpses in canon (Mob mentality, Heartstone is but one place with access to far more via gyre, the holdovers that would remain about a former General being about) plus I’d be able to tackle it from the perspective of somebody who already knows scraps, is being forced to pretend otherwise trying not to freak out in the middle of it so it’s great. Not to mention in that case Bular, Draal and Vendel are all alive right now giving me a unique opportunity to write them for the first time.

10 How would you describe your writing process?

It genuinely depends what I’m doing. Drabbles long as I have a guide be it a prompt or in the cases of the two drabbles with legs a single line to bounce off, I can go to town without really thinking too much getting them out fairly quick if they don’t grow. Very much no think, just do and only really have any hiccups if there’s specific checks I need to make like correcting language for the ones not based in the modern day.

Plotted stuff though oh god. I have a spreadsheet timeline for both Ghost!AU and Stars which read like this presently if I “accidentally” crop out any spoilers below the line/wipe them out:

In both cases because of canon being a bounce point I still need to keep track of what was happening when as well as keeping notes of everything that I need to put in a chapter which is generally what lives below the line so I have a pretty A to B set up for the chapter unexpected sliding permitting. Most of the time my reminders probably seem to be shit posty but then I’m the only one who sees these timelines so it doesn't matter lol I saw a post about making a discord as well which I did as well as can be seen below.

Finally I have somewhere I can chuck the little snippets that may be in a future chapter, things I’ve hoarded as reference and the ability to remember the various song lyric references I stuff in my fics. Never again will I completely forget an entire scene that was going to happen because I drown myself in reminders.

20 Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Since I mentioned my discord this is one I have sitting in there for Ghost!AU presently which likely will be heavily edited when it comes into use but it’ll be there ready for when I need it:

Changelings by our very nature are borne of magic, shadowmancy that is very much like your own to be precise. We are a very more sensitive or indeed vulnerable to certain things and in turn this means that we have a natural gift for noticing what might be overlooked by the common troll or human... However, much like any skill it is as good as an odd feeling and largely useless without the proper training to truly utilise it. Honed however the world opens up by but a crack and you start to notice the little things like the shift in the air, a relic surrounded by the harmless or a potential threat wrapped up in a harmless skin. The obvious downside of course is that you start to realise how much of a beacon you are to others who possesses a similar ability. 

I may have deliberately engineered things so there will be a conversation between Strickler and Claire in the future specifically around magic which lets me ramble about a favourite of mine. One learned Shadowmancy and was possessed by a Master of it, the other created by it it’s just a goldmine of potential given the only other magic user that anybody knows about (Douxie is a complete unknown right now) is Merlin who would not indulge in the context. Even though it’s not been actively brought up magic has already been running around in the background of things because something rather odd was going on in the Lake household when they confronted the wizard.

There’s also gonna be a second reference (Possibly a third it depends) to the Strickler fic in chapter 3, very curious if anybody catches it!

[bat-lings]

Hey man, I love reading your canon v fannon posts about characters. Makes me feel confident enough to maybe even try writing proper fics and not snippets. It also has been really helpful in understanding why fanon tim has always left me a little wanting in places. And while I favor canon over fanon most of the time, I do like taking specific parts of fanon to smooth out some troubling parts if canon. Do you have any bits of fanon that you like? From a fan

That’s a very lovely ask, and I’m both saddened and ashamed I didn’t get around answering it sooner. I hope you can read this despite the wait, Anon. Please let me know ? <3

This blog may not make it obvious but I actually really enjoy a lot of fanon, even stuff that’s distant from canon, as long as it makes sense in the creator’s global narrative. Like, I despise the villainization of Talia, and fanon!Tim is not my cup of tea 89% of the time. But sometimes I come across a fanfic that makes villain!Talia work without falling into racist/fetishization pitfalls. Or that creates a Tim (or Dick, or Jason, or whoever) that I may not recognize from their canon counterparts, but that resonates with me for totally different reasons.

Basically fandom can be the proof that everything can work when the intent to actually create something is there. Any AU or (mis)characterization can have its place in a fan’s world, as long as the will to tell a story that rings true is there, and each element was chosen for more than ephemeral shock value. You got it, it’s the exact opposite of what we can find in comics these days.

This blog is meant to be a resource for new fans to help making the difference between preboot canon and fanon, but frankly once the difference is made nothing keeps us from enjoying both.

In a closer-to-canon outlook, I love it when fans expand on little canon tidbits to create whole new character traits. Like, taking Jason’s "don’t sell drugs to kids" from UtH and pushing it into "mmh obviously given his upbringing Jason is protective of kids" or even the commonly accepted "man I bet Jason is really good with children". Like, that’s not completely supported by canon (and on occasion canon even contradicts it), but there’s enough of a callback to get that "yess makes sense" moment.

And definitely, the using parts of fanon to smooth out canon! I feel us fans don’t have much of a choice given how much of a mess DC is but hell if I don’t love seeing how each fan’s headcanons merge with parts of canon to make sense out of the base material.

[ceruleanmusings]

Selenophile

note: so a bit ago I stumbled across a gif of Emily Rudd that someone made with red Alpha eyes. I filed that away to the back of my mind and, since I’ve been stuck on my Teen Wolf fic lately, I brought the idea of Mel being an alpha werewolf to the forefront and haven’t been able to get it out of my mind while at work so here it is. This is just a snippet to get the idea somewhere. I may write more later but, for the moment, this was fun to get out of my head. Just in case I wasn’t clear, this is an AU for my Teen Wolf fic series. Let me know what you think!

                  selenophile (n.) - A person who is fond of the moon.

There wasn’t much that could shake up the status quo in Beacon Hills. In fact, everyone seemed to turn a blind eye to the common goings on in the small town. The disappearances, the homicides, the animal attacks. All a notorious part of it’s rustic charm. So when the news of a body being found in the woods of the Beacon Hills preserve began to be whispered one night in January, it went in one ear and out the other. Until the exact state of the body started to come to the forefront. A dead body is normal but half of a dead body? Stop the presses!

“What!?” Melanie Crowe’s outburst was quickly followed by a dribble of foam spilling over her bottom lip. Holding up a finger, she turned towards the sink and spat out a stream of bubbly toothpaste foam. It plopped into the otherwise pristine sink with a wet splat. She wiped the excess around her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the residue on skin rather than the sea-shell covered towels hanging nearby. “Waddya mean they found half a body?”

“Exactly what I said, Hummingbird,” her father, Jean-Laurence, “Laurence” to everyone—he insisted his full name sounded a tad too stuffy; with a California backrop, Mel couldn’t help but agree—commented from the doorway. Even while leaning against the doorjamb, he took up a lot of space. Years of MMA training filled him out. While he looked like a solid mass to others, to Mel he was a giant teddy bear. “Out in the woods. Same place they found the deer.”

“Which deer?” Mel asked.

Laurence lips pulled back on one side, forming a smirk. “The one that can fly.”

“Dad!”

“The only deer that has any sort of importance. The one with the—” he poked his finger in the air and circled it, drawing an invisible spiral.

"Right. That one.” The only one that mattered. After all, it’s been a while since the symbol for vengeance had appeared anywhere in Beacon Hills, or so her father reported. And on a deer of all things. It had thrown her for a loop when the news first came to light. Why put it on a living animal, Mel had wondered at the time. It was Laura Hale who’d put the idea in her mind that, whoever made the mark, wanted them to know about it. Wanted a moving billboard.

A roaming mark of death.

Wait.

“Dad,” Mel asked, stretching the word far beyond it’s normal syllable usage, “what kind of animal tears a body in half?”

“The worst kind.”

Mel nodded slowly, tapping the end of her toothbrush against her chin for a moment before making a face. She, again, wiped off excess toothpaste and ran the head of the toothbrush under the water. Yes, of course. Because no normal animal would take the time to break a body in half. There weren’t wolves in California—proper wolves—to do it, coyotes tended to stay away from humans, and she’d never heard of a bear doing that much damage during their attacks. So it was all laid out for her, all made clear, just what sort of animal would do this.

“So we’re looking for a Wendigo, huh?” she asked, turning back towards her father. At his lifted eyebrow, she continued barely able to conceal her excitement. “See, I knew there were Wendigos in Beacon Hills! It all makes sense! Because why else would the body be found in halves?,” she rambled, gesturing wildly with her toothbrush as if it here a professor’s teaching pointer, “so they can get to the insides faster, duh! And...and, some of the robberies at the cemetery? Wendigos! Stealing jewelry and stuff has to be just a cover to get away with it. Like...the press would definitely be all over someone stealing kidneys or something and—”

“Mel!”

Her father’s curt tone stopped her all at once and silence settled in the small bathroom. She heard every tick-tick-tick of the of the clock on the wall. The kind with cat eyes and a tail that shifted with each second. It came with the house when they moved in years ago; she’d always meant to take it down and replace it but had never gotten around to it. It became like a touchstone, like a piece of normalcy and innocence that she could come back to every now and then when she needed a break from everything. When she needed to be transported back in time before she knew about the dark underbelly that ran just out of reach in Beacon Hills.

“Focus,” Laurence continued, his voice softening in a matter of seconds. “That’s not the kind of animal I’m talking about.”

“I know,” she conceded. She licked her mint-flavored lips and set her toothbrush aside. “I just don’t want you to be right.” Laurence unfolded himself and straightened in the doorway, studying her. She pressed her lips together and cleared her throat, ducking her head to get out of his line of vision. He had a way of being able to look right through her that she didn’t particularly like. Maybe it was the look of a previous leader. And maybe it was the look of a concerned father.

He stepped further into the room and reached out of her. He gently laid his hand on her head, slipping it down to her cheek where he ran his thumb against the soft curve. She turned her face into his palm, nuzzling the warmth beneath her skin. A weary sigh made her body sag and she looked up at him, sorrow filling her big, blue round eyes. “Because if you are...I have an idea of who it is. And...and I don’t want it to be her. I don’t. It...it can’t be her, Dad.”

“...You’ll never know if you don’t check.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Aren’t parents supposed to keep their kids from sneaking out at night?”

“Only the normal ones.”

Mel nodded. Her lips briefly pressed into a line. It was her turn to check the deer anyway. That was the plan. Wait a couple of days and, if there was no new news, go out and check herself. Her phone had been silent for days but her mind had been loud in the interim. For her to go out in the woods and look for the spiral herself...that only meant there was a wrench in their plans. Or, in this case, a sword. “Tell Mom I’ll be back in two hours. Tops. If I‘m not, well...then I’ll need some backup.”

“You shouldn’t go by yourself.”

This time Mel laughed out loud. “Who said I was?” She turned to the sink where her cell phone sat, lying face up. She tapped the screen, illuminating a picture of Erica Reyes blowing a kiss to the camera. Her thick, black reading glasses and a few healing spots of acne on display. Erica hated the picture. Mel loved it. Beneath it numbers counted upwards as the seconds ticked by. “Can you sneak out past your mom, Eri?”

“I think I can,” Erica’s replied, her voice sounding small, far away, and tinny in the expanse of the bathroom. “If she finds out I can just tell her that I stopped by your place to get some clothes for the first day back.”

Mel’s smile only filled half her face. Unfortunately it was a sound excuse. Mrs. Reyes—whom Mel wondered should really be back to Ms. Martinez at this point—put her foot down about a lot of things regarding Erica but when it came to fashion she didn’t say a word. It was hard to find clothes that Erica liked and didn’t make her feel so defeated about her body and her condition. After many changing-room arguments, Mrs. Reyes finally took a step back on the fashion front. And, since half their clothes didn’t belong in the proper closets due to many sleepovers over the years, it wasn’t unusual for either to show up at one another’s houses looking for particular shirts, jeans, or shoes.

“I’ll bring some with me just in case she actually checks.”

“Oh, good, because I have been meaning to get that sweater back that I loaned you.”

“Which one?”

“That red polka dot one.”

“Aww, man, I liked that one.”

“Yeah, so do I. Which is why I want it back, Mellie.”

“But what about—” Mel stopped right away when she saw the way her father looked at her: hard stare, set jaw, furrowed brows. She cleared her throat. “Okay, I’m leaving now. Be there in a bit. Wear good shoes.” Mel ended the call with a tap to the screen.

“I should have known,” Laurence said with a shake of his head. She wasn’t sure if it was in amusement or reluctance. “I really should come with you.”

Mel lifted her hand and shook her head. “You need to stay with Mom.”

“You’ll be weaker on your own. If something comes up—”

“If something comes up they’ll think that it’s just two curious teenagers out past curfew,” Mel pointed out, sliding past her Dad to head back into her room.

“You’re giving hunters too much credit,” Laurence said. “They could be lying in wait.”

“They could be,” Mel agreed, grabbing a sweatshirt off her desk chair. “But I don’t think they’re looking for snooping teenagers. They have a code, don’t they?”

“If they decide to follow it,” Laurence pointed out. “You know that saying about waiting thirty minutes to swim after eating?”

Mel snorted. “Who follows that rule?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, in the event that something does happen...this is why I need you to stay with Mom. I can protect Eri. I’m not exactly defenseless.” She lifted her head and flashed her eyes to prove her point. They glowed ruby red for a few seconds and then faded a moment later. She shook her head at the rush of power that flashing her eyes sent through her and let out a slow breath, pushing it back down. She’d gotten in control of her alpha power surges in the past couple of years—going through two kinds of puberty at one time sucked—but every now and then the full moon could get the better of her.

“Neither am I.” Laurence flashed his gold eyes in response. “I’m just saying...” he hesitated, fiddling with his fingers, “I’m stronger with you here.”

“Awww,” Mel cooed, saccharine tones practically forming a puddle at her feet, “I love you too, Daddy-o.” She pulled the sweatshirt down over her head and smiled at the sequined picture of Pikachu’s face staring back at her. “Seriously though, I get it. I know it’s been hard for you to come to terms with not having your alpha powers anymore, especially now—”

“I’d give ‘em up for you again in a heartbeat,” he stated. She crossed the room and hugged him tight around the waist. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and ruffled her hair.

“But Dad”—she backed away, taking his hand and gave it a squeeze—”you’re going to have to let me be the Alpha at some point. Okay?”

He nodded; his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “Okay.” She slid out from his grip and had barely reached her open window, pushing aside her billowing curtains with a pair of Doc Martens curled in her fingers, when he spoke again. “If the hunters are back, we're going to need to start talking about you making your first Beta.”

Mel paused on the windowsill, one leg still in the room and the other dangling outside. “You’re my Beta.”

At that Laurence barked out a laugh. “I’m an Omega, remember? You didn’t bite me—thankfully. That’s not exactly a conversation i want to explain, in more ways than one.” He sobered up a second later. “Seriously though...I may not always be there. You’re going to have to think about it.”

“I will,” Mel said. She then tossed her shoes and a few clothes out the window. “After I figure out what’s going on with this body.”

“Be careful.”

She turned and flashed a wickedly fanged smile at him. “Where’s the fun in that?” she asked and then rolled out the window. Thankfully the drop wasn’t too far, not that it would hurt her. She always found a way to land on her feet.

Gathering up her things, she then hurried down the side of the yard and to the truck that sat in the driveway. Not officially hers—yet!—even if she did drive it a lot. She thanked anything that would listen for the body being discovered in the winter; it was the off season for her mother’s flower shop so she had wheels within reach at any given moment.

She dumped her clothes into the passenger seat, quickly pulling a pair of jeans over her sleep shorts which were then followed by her boots. And as she turned on the engine and prepared to back out of the driveway she opened her phone and checked her recent text messages. She highlighted the fourth name from the top, Laura Hale. Still nothing since the beginning of the month.

Grunting, Mel tossed the phone aside and backed out of the driveway. Either Laura Hale’s phone died and she hadn’t bothered to charge it or there were outside forces at play.

Either way, she was certain she’d get an answer in the woods. She just hoped it’d be in her favor. For all their sakes.

[olga-eulalia]

I’m taking a break from thinking about a Sleeping Beauty AU and looking at my scattered .txt notes instead and there’s a fucking SilverFlint tailorshop AU dated Spring 2017 that I have no memory of drafting and I don’t know whether to be surprised by any of this or what.

“I find myself in need of a new waistcoat and a pair of new breeches.” Their seams had been let out once already and wouldn’t yield more fabric now. "Since these have come to be a bit tight."

"So they are.” Silver’s tone was sympathetic.

I can only assume that the other 5000 words are an attempt to cover up the fact that I only wanted to write one scene in which young Lieutenant James McGraw blushes uncontrollably while Silver takes his measurements. [more snippets, some nsfw, below cut]

But no, apparently not. Because I totally glossed over that moment.

“I’ll have to redo both inseams here,” Silver said, startling him. “If you are to wear these breeches on duty you’re going to want more ease.”

“Of course.”

“It’ll only take a minute,” Silver assured him.

^ Did I want to save it for this scene? The fitting? No, I pan away there, too.

“I’m sure you’ve got some stories of your own to tell?” Silver said, untying the pincushion around his arm.

“Sure,” James said. A sudden lightheadedness made him heedless of the fact that stepping down from the platform brought him almost chest to chest with Silver. “But most of them are very... nautical. I don’t know whether they’d be to your taste.”

“You’d be surprised.”

They looked at each other then and, as the clock on the mantelpiece would attest to, did little else for quite a while.

“I have a lunchtime engagement,” James said, in lieu of kissing John Silver.

There’s a twist in this fic that I did not see coming I’m losing my mind

"I need to ask you something that may be of a delicate nature.”

“Please. I’m not the delicate sort.”

“Since I've been coming here... have there been any inquiries made about me?"

"Three, as a matter of fact," Silver said, never stopping in his sewing. "You're a much wanted man, it seems."

The casualness of Silver’s delivery was outrageous and James’s palms turned cold and clammy as he clenched his hands.

It only confirmed what he had always believed about some of his fellow officers: That they were the rotten offspring of spineless scum who would not hesitate to use any possible means to elevate themselves above others. From the start they had guessed that there was something different about him -- he could see it in their faces sometimes, their struggle to pinpoint what exactly it was that caused their dislike -- and so they’d eventually stooped to these methods.

James's heart was beating in such a rapid tempo that he thought keeping his temper in check might very well make him faint this time.

He had indeed suspected that part of the reason Rackham’s could offer the prices it did was because it sold its clients' information for profit. Which made the circulation of any incriminating gossip at least partially the fault of his own unwillingness to abandon an improbable fantasy.

But Silver was not finished yet. "I told the first gentleman, in no uncertain terms, the same thing I told the others. That I'd never entertained a customer less inclined to such proclivities and that I couldn’t fathom why he’d ever think he’d have a chance with someone like you in the first place."

James's heartbeat stumbled, no longer fully convinced of its ire.

"You were right to assume that such inquiries are not uncommon here, James." Silver was tying up his work. "Though I believe in your case the interest of all three gentlemen was altogether genuine."

Anger and fear left him in a rush. “Pardon?” The idea of there being others like him in his circle of acquaintances made him sit in stunned surprise and the fact that Silver had not only protected James’s privacy, but also purposefully squashed any potential chance he might have had with these gentlemen left him feeling quite flushed.

With a nimble trick, Silver transferred himself from the armchair onto the sofa. Holding out the mended garment, he asked, "Do you wish to discover their identities?"

Resurfacing from deep within his thoughts, James found Silver’s eyes. "No," he said. "No, I don't."

"Good. Because I'm not inclined to share." Silver held his gaze. "You."

 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿 Alright, now I’m kind of into this.

“Tell me, lieutenant, are all your approaches so timid?” he asked, unbuttoning the waistband of James’s breeches in a most casual manner, then moving on to loosen the drawstring at the back. “Because I heard something very different about you.”

“And what would that be?”

“That your manoeuvres are wont to leave your opponents weak-kneed.”

“I’m sorry.” James frowned, wondering since when such an abundance of gossip was circulating about him. “I wasn’t aware we were engaged in battle.”

Silver gave him a lopsided grin.

Inspired by its slyness, James slid his hand higher up, over Silver’s crotch, excited to feel Silver’s cock move when he squeezed it. “Besides, I wasn’t planning on making this a quick defeat.”

^ lol ok I’m never allowed to write banter again.

The ribbon at the back of Silver’s head had come undone and his hair was curling wildly about his face and over his shoulders. The friendly gleam in his eyes had disappeared, driven out by voracity. He seemed to be transforming right in front of James’s eyes, his appearance as a meek and proper tailor relegated to a distant past.

^ Is this another twist?? I don’t know what I was going for here! Was Silver going to be the personification of something???

“Don’t,” James warned.

“Don’t what?”

“I’m gonna ruin all your hard work if you don’t slow down.”

“That’s-” Silver’s eyes twinkled with delight. His lashes grew heavy. “That’s very flattering.”

“Don’t pride yourself. I haven’t really all that much. Not on board.”

“Are you telling me that you’re stuck on a ship full of men for months and won’t let any of them near you? Is being a member of your crew some kind of particularly cruel punishment? All these poor bastards, lying awake at night in their hammocks, cursing you, your handsome face, your stunning body,” Silver said, rearing up and nipping at James’s chin with his teeth. Then, looking James over, his face took on a mollified expression. “And here you are, between my legs, blushing like a debutante. Fuck, James, you’re too much.”

Silver kept stroking drop after drop of James’s lust to the surface and smoothing it down the length of his hot, hard shaft, aggravating the hurt. Squeezing the head of James’s dick, dabbing at the moisture his thumb, he said, marvelling, “You’re giving me so much slick that I could fuck you with it.”

“Stop talking. Please,” James gasped out, already so close.

“I think I’ll let you have my fingers,” Silver said. “Would you like that, James?”

While the breath still shivered from James’s mouth, Silver’s free hand slipped down into the back of his drawers, strong fingers gliding between his cheeks and rubbing across his hole. The waistband of his brand-new breeches stretched frightfully like this between both of Silver’s forearms. As promised, the tip of one thick finger pushed inside him and lodged there immovably.

James keened behind closed lips, a sweet ache pulsing through him. He struggled to keep his eyes on Silver’s face as his hips fell into giving long, smooth thrusts into the fist wrapped around him. And he would have liked to savour that blissful moment very much, make it last by slowing his movements down, but Silver seemed to want to see him undone completely and sped up his hand, jerking him just as fast and sloppy as James needed it to bring him to the point of no return in seconds. His arse cheeks clenched around Silver’s fingers, his body strained with its sinews pulled taut, and his hips pumped mindlessly, jolting forward as he shot out his seed, spilling into Silver’s hand and over both their clothes.

He silenced himself in the crook of Silver’s neck, nestling his face into the fragrant locks there, and for a mad second fancied himself looking at the summer night sky over the southern coast of Cornwall.

Possibly.

Silver was petting his head. “Did you enjoy that?”

James felt like a spit of storm-ravaged rock. Too exhausted to find offence at Silver’s self-satisfaction, he pulled back and rested his weight against Silver’s side, following with interest how Silver pulled off his cravat, opened his pearl-studded button cuffs and then started to unfasten the front of his black waistcoat with his usual deftness before sitting up to shrug out of the garment and pull off his shirt.

James’s breath stopped. Silver’s torso was beautifully marked. Across his abdomen, a ship and a star. On his left side, high on the curve of his ribcage, a swallow adorned his skin. But the most riveting picture of all was that of two large Tritons posing on either side of his chest, holding up an empty banderole that echoed the slope of his collarbones. James’s fingers traced the shape of them, their scaly serpentine tails.

^ Hey, I remember this part! I spent a long time thinking about the perfect motto for that banderole! And it’s entirely possible that my failure to come up with a good one is what brought this fic to an untimely end.

James pressed himself on top of Silver and kissed him for long minutes, making it as filthy as Silver seemed to like. Then, sinking to the floor, he stripped Silver’s hips bare and placed his mouth over the head of Silver’s cock, taking it in one long wet slide to the back his throat. Silver punched out a breathy ohh, sprawling loose-limbed, resplendent in the rosy glow of his pleasure, a tender look in his eyes.

Ugghhhhhh I can’t believe my past self would betray me like this and end it here :(((( Now please excuse me while I take this prompt to the kinkmeme.

[kimium]

So, since this fic is currently stagnant and I’m not sure when I’ll finish it, I figured letting this writing sit unposted would go to waste, so I’m posting what I have here. It’s an AU where Kamukura has supernatural powers and may or may not have done something terrible and is in prison. And Nagito as a law enforcer wants to work with Kamukura (for parole? Honestly, my details are hazy). Told in Nagito’s POV.

 I’ll put the snippet under the cut.

Nagito took one long look at the boy on the other side of the glass panel and felt his heart stop. This was it, the one he had been looking for. The boy sat hunched over, unlike the other candidates, his pale hands laced perfectly together at his front. His hair was dark, stringy, unkempt, with twists and tangles showing a lack of proper maintenance. Across his forehead were incision scars, barely noticeable until he shifted and the light caught at a specific angle. His clothes were nondescript and white, obviously from the facility. The only difference in the clothes apart was the dark string of numbers and letters across the left breast.

Nagito had heard about this boy before, through whispers down the hallways and murmurs amongst the staff. He knew of the swell of fear mingled with disappointment and excitement. It permeated in the hallways, lingering until the smell rotted. Everyone knew what the boy had done and how many years he’d been sentenced. Of course, some of the higher ups wanted to run tests and experiments, but Kirigiri had quite a bit of clout. Along with Munakata the two were the main line of defense for the boy, trying to keep whispers down, but to no avail. Regardless, the rumours had spread and people knew. Majority of the people were skirting away from the boy.

Everyone except Nagito. He peered closer and at once the boy suddenly looked up at his direction. Nagito felt a twist in his stomach despite knowing the glass was one way and the boy couldn’t see him. His eyes were a bright red that pierced the air, but underneath that brightness was a dull hue, like a half cut ruby.

“I want him as my partner.” Nagito announced, pointing to the boy.

Both Yukizome and Jin Kirigiri stopped talking with their security escort. Their reactions varied. Yukizome gave a warm smile, the kind people expected mothers to have, and nodded thoughtfully. Kirigiri on the other hand gave a wide-eyed expression filled with caution. A trait from a man who had dealt with many surprising statements from people in the past. It was a look that thankfully hinted at informing rather than deterring.

“Komaeda-kun, I know you have your parent’s talent and your luck, just this…” Kirigiri was slow and calculating, but warm all the same.

“I want him as my partner.” Nagito repeated, “What’s his name?” Nagito squinted at the string of numbers and letters, “I’m not calling him like some lab rat. He’s going to be my partner.” He paused, “Well, if he accepts it.” Nagito paused again. “It will reduce his sentence if he agrees, right?”

Yukizome tapped her finger against her chin and whipped out a notebook people swore was magical, except no one got to see it long enough to confirm. “Well all of his previous records have been destroyed and with no immediate family alive things are more blurred…” She flipped through the pages quickly, “However, people have called him Kamukura Izuru.”

Nagito blinked as his mind filled in the potential kanji, “Seat of god that flows out?” How arrogant.

Yukizome continued, “and as for working with you, should he accept, his sentence could be reduced. Provided you two produce results.”

Nagito smiled at the last part. “Excellent! I want to talk to him right away. What is his actual name? Do you know it?”

“Um…” Yukizome trailed her finger down her page, “Sorry, I never found that out.”

Nagito blinked. So, there were things even the Information Gatherer Yukizome Chisa couldn’t find, huh? Nagito stored that little tidbit away, not that he could tell anyone that. No one would believe him. (That and Munakata and Sakakura would hunt him down. Nagito wasn’t keen on the Chairman and the Head of Security on his case.)

“That’s fine.”

He decided to dismiss the topic, at least for the time being. He could see if anything was kept in secret, or he could ask Kirigiri Kyoko. Or he could leave it up to Yukizome. Knowing his supervisor, she’d be bound and determined to find it out for him.

“So,” Nagito decided to shift the topic back on track, “Can I meet him? Talk to him? Ask if he wants to work with me?”

The security personnel, the one who had been standing silently up until this point, stared at Nagito like he had grown two heads, but eventually nodded and whispered some things to Kirigiri. When he left, Nagito was escorted by an assistant, as well as Yukizome and Kirigiri, down a hall to some private rooms.

Inside the room was a medical bed, some chairs, and a table. It was all white and sterile and Nagito got shivers down his spine just looking at the place. Wordlessly he stepped inside and watched as Yukizome gave him the thumbs up.

“We’ll let you two get acquainted alone, all right, Komaeda-kun?”

“Thank you, Yukizome-san, Kirigiri-san.” Nagito remembered his manners.

They both nodded and let the assistant shut the door. Nagito didn’t breathe deeply until he was sure he was alone. Then he carefully walked over to the chairs and sat down, eyeing the place. No doubt it was monitored and the scientists would be watching and waiting for him to change his mind.

As if. Nothing anyone could say would change Nagito’s mind. He closed his eyes and saw the boy again. He felt his heart race. This was it. If the boy (Nagito wasn’t going to call him Kamukura until he received confirmation that it was what the other wanted to go by) accepted, they’d be working together. The door creaked and Nagito stuffed his thoughts away.

When the door opened, the boy slowly walked into the room, feet bare and still in his white robe. Nagito almost opened his mouth to ask why he had no shoes, but then held it. He wasn’t a child any more or the top student in his year from an affluent family. Nagito was now a professional, working adult. Giving his best smile, Nagito stood up and gave a bow.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Komaeda Nagito.”

The boy stared for a fraction of a second too long before he gave a jilted bow, “I’m Kamukura Izuru.” His tone was polite, but Nagito could sense something under it. The introduction tasted artificial, like it had been rehearsed until it was an automatic response.

Nagito shoved that away too. He could sort things like that out later, “I hope they informed you to why I wanted to meet you.”

“Yes, they did.” Kamukura stiffly said, “You wish to have me as your partner.”

Right to the point. Nagito nodded, happy he didn’t have to beat around the bush. “I’d like to work together. I need a partner if I wish to continue working effectively on the force. However, I need someone I’d work well with. I believe you can be that person. Plus, if you agree, your sentence…”

“You’re a fool.” Kamukura cut him off.

His voice was so strong, stiff and sure, that it pierced through Nagito’s forming words, leaving them a pile of ashes. Nagito’s jaw clicked shut harshly and audibly. “We haven’t even given our partnership a try.”

“So?” Kamukura sat down on the floor, crossing his legs. “I’m not stupid. You’ve read my file. Everyone in this godforsaken facility has. You must be new and desperate. For what? A promotion? Recognition? Fame?” Kamukura dully listed off. “Or maybe this act of good will helps you sleep at night?”

Nagito stared at Kamukura, feeling his face flush, but with what emotion he couldn’t name. A swirl of something filled him and Nagito felt hot words fill his mouth, bubbling over, but he held them. He was at work, a professional, and he wasn’t going to lose his cool. Beyond the door were his superiors, not to mention their interaction had to be monitored.

“Believe what you wish.” Nagito decided to calmly state. “My offer still stands. All I want to do is talk about the possibility…”

“Talk?” Kamukura blinked before he scoffed. “You want to talk?” He stood up and stalked over to Nagito. “I must have been wrong earlier. You haven’t read my file, have you?”

Nagito opened his mouth to clarify (yes, he had read the file, no he wasn’t scared or daunted), but that all flew out the window when Kamukura reached out and roughly grabbed him. Fingers dug into Nagito’s chin and Kamukura ripped Nagito closer so they were standing close. At this angle Nagito could smell the sterile scent of industrial soap and too stiff cotton. He could also see Kamukura’s dark red eyes, glowing like embers waiting to burn him alive.

“I’ve been sentenced at least three life times over and even that isn’t enough to outlive me.” Kamukura coldly told Nagito. “That class room of students they found me in was so soaked in blood they couldn’t identify the colour of the wall originally. Bodies were still cooling and some were barely clinging to life before they were snuffed out. I have no bail and parole is a joke. They only have this ridiculous program because people like me are useful tools.”

Kamukura tiled Nagito’s head and with ease turned and slammed Nagito against the medical bed. The bars along the side dug into Nagito’s ribs and his feet dangled off the floor. Kamukura hadn’t moved his hand but Nagito was effectively pinned. His head ached and mind spun, but Nagito wasn’t going to give up. Kamukura was wrong.

“You don’t know anything about me.” Nagito told Kamukura. “You think you’re intimidating me, but you’re wrong. You described the class room they found you in and talked about cooling bodies,” Nagito then lowered his voice and in a bold move kept talking, “but you never stated you were the direct cause of their deaths. I think you’re innocent.”

Kamukura’s hand twitched. Nagito felt his stomach tighten and his heart achingly pause in his chest as he saw Kamukura’s mask break for just a fraction of a second. Something wiggling and pulsing was underneath before the mask mended itself and Nagito was pressed harder against the bed, the frame digging into his back even more. Kamukura’s fingers were slowly choking Nagito, as they trailed from his chin down towards his throat.

“You’re wrong.” Kamukura whispered softly. “So very, very wrong. Shall I demonstrate?” His fingers tightened. “I could kill you before help arrives.”

Nagito couldn’t speak, not with the pressure on his throat and dark spots fading in and out of his vision. Air was slowly becoming scarce but Nagito didn’t care. If this was what it took to get Kamukura to realise he was serious, Nagito would take that risk. Looking up as best as he could with the angle he was at, Nagito glared at Kamukura, trying to convey his message.

Kamukura’s fingers once again tightened and Nagito’s vision blurred, the image of Kamukura’s face lingering until it was nothing more than a blur of black hair and red eyes.

~

Nagito woke on a bed, his neck aching, and his mind bouncing heavily against his skull. The room was spinning for a solid second and it took Nagito multiple blinks to stop the disorientating nature of the room.

“Are you feeling okay?” Yukizome asked.

He hadn’t even noticed her presence. Nagito turned his head gingerly, mindful of his neck. Yukizome was sitting on a chair, her hands holding a book and her eyes downcast.

“I’m fine.” Nagito answered and his voice hurt against his throat. “That was rather unexpected.”

“You gave me fright.” Yukizome replied softly. “Security came in as you were losing consciousness. We brought you here as quickly as we could.”

“And Kamukura?” Nagito asked.

Yukizome’s eyes narrowed. “He’s been moved to a more secure location. After attacking you I don’t know what sort of punishment they’ll give. Perhaps more time on his sentence?”

That got Nagito trying to sit up hastily. The room spun again, but he didn’t care. Wincing at his shaking arms, Nagito tried to bat Yukizome’s immediate fluttering to his side, her hands lightly touching his shoulder, trying to gently steady him and help him lie back down. Nagito had no choice but to let her, as the spinning was too much. Gingerly he lay half up, trying to take deep breathes before speaking.

“I have to see him.” Nagito plead.

“Komaeda-kun…” Yukizome started, the frown clearly painted in her voice. “Given the state you’re in and who put you here I don’t think they’ll allow you.”

“Allow me? It’s my choice.” Nagito replied. “I was the one to provoke him.”

“That’s still no excuse for him to attack you.” Yukizome firmly said.

Nagito had nothing to say. He frowned and shifted in the sheets. Kamukura wasn’t a bad person. Not that Nagito knew Kamukura for long, but something deep inside of him felt he was right. Still, pushing it in his condition so soon afterwards wasn’t the best idea. Nagito lay back against the pillows and relaxed. He’d have to wait until his injuries were healed. In that time, he’d have to come up with an argument to why he had to see Kamukura. A logical one or they’d just ignore him.

Yukizome shifted and backed away. She probably hoped he was dropping the subject. Nagito wasn’t going to tell her otherwise. Instead he closed his eyes and hoped he looked tired enough that Yukizome would leave him. It worked and a few minutes later she was shifting out of the room. The moment the door closed, Nagito opened his eyes and began to think of his excuse.

[squidgirlfriends]

snippet from a little au i cooked up while visiting nyc, the

geo-jumper au

They walked in silence, Pearl keeping a watchful eye out for anybody who may have been lurking along the dead-end street where they’d been moments before.

Once they were a few blocks away, shots rang out. Pearl already had one hand moving to her dualies, secured at either side of her belt, but before she could take any action, Marina shoved her behind a nearby dumpster.

“What the hell are you—“

“It isn’t us,” Marina held a finger to her lips.

“What’s that supposed to m—mph—mrmphm!” Marina pressed her hand over Pearl’s mouth.

“If they hear your yelling, it will be us they’re after. Wait.” She whispered. Pearl glowered, huffing against Marina’s hand.

They waited for a moment, and sure enough—the Octarians were targeting someone running across the rooftops with impeccable speed. For a moment, the person disappeared. The Octarian foot soldiers relayed orders from their commander amongst each other. It was dead silent.

Just as the Octarians lowered their weapons, powerful shots rang out at practiced intervals. Exact seconds apart; one by one, the Octarians exploded into bright green ink. The person on the rooftops came back into view, running down a fire escape and disappearing before her feet hit the ground. They were alone again.

“Do you think they were a jumper?” Marina asked, letting go of Pearl and looking around.

Pearl stepped up to inspect the green ink.

“This is no normal ink… this is what they’re all whispering about back at home…” Pearl spoke quietly.

“Special ink like that… you don’t think it could be…?”

“It was most likely her. The routes she’s been taking around the city’ve been completely sporadic ever since…” Pearl trailed off. “Ever since they took her partner.”

“So that wasn’t just a rumor, then.” Marina frowned. “The Squid Sisters really have been split up?”

Pearl wiped her hand off on her jacket.

“I guess so.” She paused, looking back at Marina. “Let’s get going before there’s any more excitement around here.”

(more on the au under the cut!)

a geo-jumper (or just jumper, for short,) is a person who can bend the laws of reality, and move over large areas in basically no time. like a teleporter, i guess? but the power lies within the person, it’s not anything technology can recreate, which comes into play with the plot later on... 

one has to be somehow related to a jumper to be a jumper themselves. putting it simply, it runs through the gene pool. 

though, to unlock the power within oneself, a special ceremony must be performed, ending with the jumper’s first jump, usually over a small area. 

on the squisters:

-they grew up with their large family in a small mountain town

-grampsy cuttlefish lived a bit farther out from the town, semi-rejected by the family, I guess? callie and marie visited him a lot, though, and he loves them lots. they love hearing his old war stories.

-cuttlefish is a jumper, and was the one who passed the power down through the family to callie and marie

on off the hook:

-pearl grew up thieving and generally fucking with some dangerous people, since her parents run one of the most dangerous organizations in Inkopolis. its not just a title, though, pearl can throw down. 

-all the ones involved or somehow associated with pearl and her parents call her parents the “king and queen,” and so pearl is the princess of their underground empire

-pearl is a jumper. her parents keep it hushed up

-marina grew up as a soldier/engineer for the octarian forces. shes one of the smartest, if not the smartest, though not one of the best soldiers

-marina is not a jumper

-she left the octarian army, and ran into pearl at night. pearl took her in, eventually warmed up to her

main plot:

basically it started out more or less the same as normal splat hero mode, great turf war and shit, but the inklings lost, and octarians (under commander octavio) won, they now rule almost like a dictatorship over inkopolis. normal inklings arent affected too too much, they just have a set of rules to follow, like curfews and proper respects to octoling officers when they ask for things, or patrol the streets.

one thing you need to know about the octarians, jumper power doesn’t flow naturally in their blood. since they’re so tech-savvy (lmao,) they tried every way to recreate the same power, but they found it was quickly impossible.

for this reason, if youre an inkling jumper, youre life is a million times harder. you’re basically illegal, since octavio makes the rules and stuff, he gave himself the right to capture any jumpers found on the street. since there was no way a jumper could be recreated artificially, they figured that maybe they could find a way to transplant the natural jumper power into a new host.

by the way, you can tell a jumper is a jumper because of the bracelet-like scars around their wrists. part of their “initiation ceremony” to become a jumper requires “breaking the bonds” of reality, breaking the metaphorical chains that bind you to the rules of this reality. 

once the octarian forces learned of callie and marie’s family’s power as jumpers, they raided the town, burned all the houses down and removed all the residents by splatting them and capturing their souls. callie and marie were out in the forest, upon returning home, they realized something was very wrong (the smell of smoke and such)

they ran to the only one left, grandpa cuttlefish. 

he took care of them, away from the town, and trained them. this part is still a little fuzzy in my head, but after awhile cuttlefish sends them to inkopolis, where there’s a secret bar, where the jumpers convene and have nice fun, where octavio can’t find them.

they quickly make a name for themselves, working by night as rebels. the squid sisters. 

rumors spread quick on the streets of inkopolis, but after successful months of pushing back the octarian forces, one half of the power duo goes missing. 

the princess and her knight take notice. 

anyways, this is literally super lame and ive already given up on writing the whole thing, so i figured ill just share the details, i might shit out some more little snippets in time, but we’ll see B”)

i also wrote this little summary in 3secs so pls excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies- have mercy on me yall  

 i think it started out as more of a squisters centric fic, but then it changed to an uber gay pearlina fic haha whoops!