#a spoiler for my current wip that i'm hurting my own feelings with :)

[softlypaintedseafoam]

if gods exist, they made you perfect

synopsis. not everyone is going to reach for ace's hand, but you always will.

pairing. portgas d. ace x f!reader

word count. 1.9k | masterlist

content warning. written with black reader in mind (but reader is ethnically ambiguous. anyone can read) written pre-relationship, childhood friends, ace novel spoilers (1st novel), mutual pining, hurt/comfort, light mentions of garp's stellar parenting skills, brief loss in ace’s ability to control his powers (reader receives a minor burn), written with this reader in mind

reblogs & interactions appreciated.

it's finally my spring break; i am FREE to work on my current wips! midterms are over and i turned in this essay i had due yesterday. i'm locking in TmT to finish fish song. but since i feel bad about the gap in between fics, i'm giving you guys an old fic of mine i'm fond of as filler although i did edit it! but, expect fish song to drop this week i'm excited to share it

“The Five Elders are gonna have the biggest bitch fit to ever fit,” with how Ace blinks up at you in surprise, he must have been really lost in his thoughts.

Where he sits on the Spadille is a far cry from the center of the ship, tucked away privately from all eyes. A stark contrast to where one would typically find him surrounded by all that compose the ranks of the crew. The sight makes your heart ache dully. You broaden your smile like a skilled actress in spite of that ache, cheerily plopping down right next to him. “I don’t think anyone’s ever turned down a Warlord position before. Can’t wait to see how your bounty goes up this time.”

Ace snorts lightly at your words, lips stretching into half of a grin, “yeah, they are not going to like that.”

“It definitely doesn’t help you kicked that vice admiral’s ass, either,” you recall the events of your final moments in Sabaody. A definitive mixed bag of high emotions and tension mixed in with the fun the archipelago provided.

It was a beautiful country, that much is easy to say.

Still it came with more than you were prepared to witness. It’s only luck there hadn’t happened to be any visiting Celestial Dragons coinciding with your temporary residency. Somehow you have the feeling that things would have surely been messier if their had been.

The stint with Vice Admiral Draw will be messy enough on its own.

“Garp’s gonna be so mad when he finds out,” Ace shudders at even your mention of his grandfather and you snicker. “What if he comes to find us on Fishman Island for one of his grand lectures?”

“Don’t even joke like that,” the back of his orange hat thumps against the side of the Spadille with his groan of horror. “I can feel his Fists of Love right now.”

You feel the phantom pain yourself.

If you’re both lucky, the semi-retired marine is busy visiting Luffy on Dawn Island and he won't hear of the incident until long after you've fled the scene. Maybe it’s not that lucky though. It isn’t the first time the thought the man is even harsher on Luffy now that Ace has gone ahead and sworn his life to piracy surfaces. It’s a thought you push away as quickly as you have it. Luffy is a strong kid, he’s fine.

He has a spirit that is unbreakable.

“That Draw guy deserved to get his ass beat anyway.” There is no disagreement to be had with your statement, Ace murmuring something similar. He’s a million miles away from where you are, however, miraculously sat on a ship sailing beneath the waves. You think of fiery hair and passionate amber eyes.

You remember how those same eyes were wide with horror from the revelation Draw gave her.

The tears in her eyes as she was left behind, refusing to board the Spadille in spite of the hand stretched out to catch her.

“Isuka’ll be fine,” you say suddenly, cursing your inability to ease into the topic gently. Ace doesn't give much of a reaction at your clumsy transition. “She’s strong and she was on our ass almost immediately after we got to the Grand Line. She’ll be back to chasing us soon enough.”

Hopefully.

It isn’t something you can say with resolute faith.

The ensign’s sense of reality itself had been shattered in its entirety. Being betrayed by the one you believed to be your savior is nothing easy to overcome. Still you choose to believe a woman as impassioned as the naval officer will. You won’t pretend to know where she’ll head next, however.

Perhaps she’ll embark on a path that leads her back to the marines. Or maybe she’ll become a bounty hunter. Maybe she’ll find a new place to call home and settle down there. But we’ll see her again, some day. I really hope we do.

Wherever her journey takes her, you can only hope it is a path with no regrets.

“It would have been weird having a bounty hunter on the ship, anyway,” you continue in your attempt to soothe your friend. Your best friend. There is irony in how Ace became your better in terms of comforting those around you when he had been the most argumentative and unfriendly between you. It's a night and day change in personality. “That sounds like something Luffy would do.”

At the mention of his little brother's name, Ace’s lips quirk into something more real. “Yeah, that kid would invite just about anyone on his crew, bounty hunters included.”

You chuckle trying to visualize what the young boy’s recruitment process will be. Somehow, you doubt his prospective crewmates will have much say in the matter. “Knowing Luffy, they’ll probably want to join anyway though. He’s convincing like that.”

“Yeah,” Ace only falls deeper into his thoughts. The silence that follows is even more glum than the depths. Damn it, you curse yourself.

You’ve never been like Makino, you recall the kind-hearted woman from your youth. She has always been gentle; dove-like in her approach when it came to matters of the heart. Knew exactly the words someone needed to hear and knew exactly how to say it in a way that didn’t feel intrusive to the recipient.

That has certainly never been you. If anything, you’re more akin to Dadan and her rough expressions of affection.

You hold back a sigh, closing your eyes.

“Alright, I guess this is how we’re doing this,” you open your eyes, resolute in what you plan to do next. Shuffling, you face your friend who makes a sound of surprise at your movement. You aren’t a delicate person nor are you someone with the ability to handle matters of the heart with the delicacy it deserves. It’s best to handle it clumsily, the only way you know how. “Ace, the stuff with Isukaー that wasn’t your fault. And it isn’t on you that she didn’t want to come with us.”

Isuka liked Ace.

It’s impossible not to like him.

Even when he was a brat with more anger at the world than he knew what to do with, you liked him. Had thought he was the coolest person you’d ever met in your short 10 years of living and wanted him to like you back. You like him even now.

Everyone in the crew joined because they liked Ace the moment they met him. He’s darling in how effortless he makes it.

Even a marine as firm in her beliefs as Isuka couldn’t let prejudice cloud her judgement when it came to Portgas D. Ace. Begrudging as it may have been on the Nailer's end, there has always been a mutual admiration for each other in spite of the opposing occupations.

You’re like the sun, Ace! Equal parts the harsh rays of summer and the gentle beams of early spring. He’s whichever the moment calls for. A warmth everyone wants to experience if they’re lucky enough to come across it. The gravitational pull of the universe that keeps the planets in the sun’s orbit. You’re amazing!

“I don’t know what the hell that girl needs,” rough as the sentence is, your voice is soft. “But whatever it is, she wasn’t going to find it with us. That’s why she didn’t come.”

Ace opens his mouth but you don’t give him the chance to argue or sweep your concerns away.

“I’m not gonna sit here and lie to your face and say that this won’t happen again,” it’s an ugly truth. One Ace became aware of long before you met him. Regardless, as much as you hate it, you know it would be unfair to lie to him. “Because it probably will. There’s always going to be people who, no matter how hard you reach for them, they aren’t going to reach back. And you can’t do jack about it. Hell, sometimes you can’t even do jill. But,”

Ace’s brow furrows in time with your words and your heart wrenches. “But,” you start once more, the back of your fingers brushing against his wrist. “for every person that won’t, there’s going to be someone that does.” You cup one of Ace’s hands in both of yours with all the care one would give glass.

When did these hands get so much bigger than your own?

Still, you lips curl upwards in your nostalgia, the warmth that radiates from him remains the same. You squeeze gently, almost afraid that if your touch is too hard, he’ll break.

“And I know for a fact there are a lot of people who are always going to want to hold your hands. Even if the shit does turn into fire,” you chuckle at your quick addendum and despite himself, Ace does too. You’ve always loved hearing him laugh, it’s even better when you’re the cause. “The crew. Dadan. Magra. Dogra. Luffy,” you squeeze again, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. “Me. We love these hands, they’re yours.”

There’s a spark of something in Ace’s eyes you can’t quite place, his cheeks are a rosy hue even in the dark of the ocean and it’s unexpectedly hard to look him in the eye for some reason. You laugh breathlessly, sheepish. Without meaning to, your grip tightens around his hand. It’s warm.

Really warm.

Shit, it’s actually getting kinda hot ain’t it?

You see the flicker of orange and your and Ace’s expressions are well-matched in panic as you realize the source. Sure enough, your hands were engulfed flames.

“Shit-” Ace swears but despite instinct dictating you back away from the flames, you find yourself holding on to staunchly. He swears again as you fight against Ace’s attempt to pull away from you as the flames die down. He calls your name frantically, “let go!”

“No way, what did I just say?!” Oh god this hurts like hell! “I don’t care if it’s fire, I’m not letting go!”

You hiss through your teeth, reeling yourself in with a breath but the flames are extinguished as quickly as they erupted. “Wasn’t exactly expecting to prove my point so fast but,” there’s another attempt on Ace’s part to pull away from you again but you only hold his hand tighter. You can ignore the sting of your hands but you can’t ignore the way Ace’s eyebrows knit together. You can’t ignore how he looks like he wants to cry either. “See,” you laugh breathlessly. “I love these hands, there’s no way I’m never gonna hold them.

Dark eyes, wide, look between you and your face and you squeeze his hand again. The sting of your palms is prevalent but this pain is fine. Pain is merely proof that you are alive in this moment; and in this moment there is nowhere else you want to be.

There’s nothing more that needs to be said between you, you believe. Facing him, you lean against the wood as you hold Ace’s hand firmly between your own. With the hand he has available, Ace slides his hat down to hide whatever expression he’s making.

You close your eyes with a sigh and pretend you don’t hear the sound of hiccupping. You don’t feel the way his hand trembles either.

You squeeze Ace’s hand and he squeezes back.

Your hands sting something sweet.

[meetinginsamarra]

AO3 Wrapped [writer’s edition]

thank you for tagging me @gaylilsherlock

1. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

The may prompts 2024 had been great fun. I would never have thought that they would inspire me to write two continuous fics using the prompts. "A Perfect Place", the funny so-called "Bed Shop Boys-AU" and the tattoo shop AU "White Pony Tattoo" with a bit hurt/comfort. The surprise has been that I wrote the texts "live" each day fitting to the prompts which had not been public before but yet, both stories developed on their own into something that I had not (could not have) plotted.

2. How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year?

Maybe 8? Cannot really tell. Various stages, mostly very little text.

3. Your favorite character to write this year?

Once again, I've found to really like writing terror-inducing "Iceman" Mycroft Holmes in "Take My Broken Love". Especially his well-hidden brotherly feelings for Sherlock underneath his cold exterior.

4. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

That has been Mary Morstan in "Take My Broken Love". I don't like the character and wrote her being a horrible person in the fic, but it has still been difficult to keep my dislike for her out of it and write her evil-being in a neutral kind of way. If this makes sense...

5. What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I'll keep exploring Johnlock. I have no interest in writing another pairing.

6. Did you receive any gifts this year?

No.

7. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

No.

8. What do you listen to while writing?

Currently, I don't listen to music when I'm writing because I cannot really concentrate on the words.

9. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

That is the dialogue between Sherlock and John when they perform a script Sherlock has written in "A Minor Detail". It's the funniest thing I've written so far (comments confirm that it is hilarious). No spoilers but - as a teaser - it contains the expression "succulent manhood".

tagging @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @raina-at @totallysilvergirl @helloliriels and anyone else who wants to share

[notheroicnotromantic]

landoscar wip spoilers 👀

it's sunday. i'm bored. have some no-context snippets. :)

these are all four completely different fics I've been working on!

most of them are un-edited and some are stuff that even my beta reader hasn't seen yet. 💔 (i'm fine, she's got no tumblr)

i'd be very excited to hear some of y'alls thoughts on these.

hate to be lame

December 2022 

Lando closes the article when Andrea and Zak walk into the room, being followed by an unfamiliar mop of brown hair. Oscar Piastri, his new teammate for the 2023 F1 season. There’s not a ton Lando knows about the guy, except for the fact that he won F2, is younger than Lando and is Australian, just like Daniel. Though his former and current teammate couldn’t be any more different, if Lando is to judge from the couple of clips he was able to find of the younger man online.

And then there’s the fact that Oscar’s been following his accounts for longer than Lando’s known of him, judging from the likes and interactions that go back to years before Lando even made it to the big league. It’s kind of adorable, to be honest, and it’s for sure something that Lando’s going to bring up one of these days. Simply to be able to watch the other driver squirm a little. 

While Oscar crosses the room to sit down on the other side of the table, Lando locks his phone and puts it down, watching as their bosses take the seats at the front of the room. The article he’d been reading is still circling through the back of his mind. It’s not something that bothers Lando every second of every day, the fact that he’s yet to meet his own soulmate but it’d be a lie to say it doesn’t hurt sometimes.

That he’s alone, in a world built for two. 

Non-soulmate relationships have become more common, and a lot more respected in recent years, but at the end of the day, finding one’s soulmate will remain the end goal. Whether or not it will end up in a platonic or romantic bond. Lando can’t imagine not falling for his soulmate though, after all, aren’t they supposed to be perfect for each other? Two halves of the same soul? 

His soulmate could be feeling differently about it all, Lando’s well aware. Maybe they’re already in a relationship or simply won’t be interested in dating Lando, cause he’s well - himself. There are examples of happy and healthy non-soulmate relationships on the grid, like Lewis and Seb who got married in autumn of last year. 

Lando can’t lie, thinking of his own fairytale romance, he imagines something a lot more like the perfect soulmate bond that Daniel and Max share, even if it makes flying with them unbearable on more occasions than not. 

Clearing his throat, Zak redirects the attention of the room to himself, “I’m sure you’re all aware but this is Oscar’s first proper day as a McLaren Racing Formula 1 driver, so let’s all make sure he feels welcome, yeah?” There's an agreeing murmur going through the room and then it’s time for the meeting to begin properly.

All in all, it’s not one of the most exciting debriefs Lando’s ever had, and he’s reaching to get in the simulator rather than listen to Zak and Andrea go on about the same thing another time again. The only thing keeping his interest is when somebody will call on Oscar to share his thoughts. Their rookie will confidently manage his way through his sentences, calm and eloquent, but there’s a telltale, red-flush creeping its way up his neck, still. Lando’s a little peeved to admit he finds it unreasonably adorable.

oscar winning tears

They’re in the car now, Jon driving to the hotel while Lando rests his head against the window, pretending to doze off. Despite the fact that he can’t see himself catching even a second of sleep anytime soon, knowing damn well he’ll replay the race in his head over and over again. At least his trainer is kind enough to let Lando keep on pretending. 

When they reach the door to Lando’s room, Jon sends him a tired, but genuine, smile. The pity in his eyes might be more than Lando can take though, and it doesn’t do his heart any favours when the older man’s hand comes down on his shoulder. “Try not to beat yourself up too harshly, okay? You’re human, you’re allowed to make mistakes.”

‘Yeah, I just keep making more than the rest of the grid together’, is shooting through his head but Lando bites his tongue and keeps quiet. Jon doesn’t get paid enough to deal with his shit, and still, he does so on most occasions. Lando will let him sit this one out. “I’ll try,” he mumbles, and tries to send a smile back in the Brit’s direction.

Judging from the grim expression on Jon’s face, it doesn’t quite work. 

When the door falls shut behind him, Lando appreciates the silence. He doesn’t turn on anything inside the room, apart from the tiny lamp on the bedside table. His brain’s loud enough anyways. With any more strength left in his bones, he might try to go for another (warmer) shower, or to put on some mind-numbing tv to lull him to sleep.

But Lando just wants to fall into bed and pretend he’ll fall asleep in the next three hours. Even getting in the proper sleep attire proves too much for him, so Lando simply gets rid of all his clothes until he’s left in his boxers and slips underneath the giant, feather duvet. It’s a decision Lando will probably come to regret later, considering how low he keeps the temperature in the room. Maybe it’s another, although small, way of punishing himself for his missteps. 

A knock on his door is enough for Lando to flinch, his heartbeat starting a sprint inside his chest. The person at the door had kept it at a polite volume, considering the time of the night, but inside Lando’s quiet room, it had appeared much louder. Even with the voices screaming inside his head. 

“Lando? Are you still awake?” Somehow, Oscar is the last person Lando expected to reach out to him right now. And despite how much he wants the younger man close, to bury his face in the soft skin of his neck and forget the gloomy world around him, it’s nothing he deserves. Lando’s too numb, too empty, to call out for Oscar.

After another few tries, the Australian leaves. Eventually, while blankly staring at the ceiling, gravity pulls Lando’s eyelids down, and sleep claims him. His entire, restless night is accompanied by silent tear tracks colouring the white of the pillow a pale green. . 

-

Waking up the next afternoon, it’s not kind either. All his limbs aching, and his eyes swollen from all the crying Lando apparently did in his sleep. He’d figured, even as he was tearing up while falling asleep, that it’d stop at some point during the night. But looking at the way he’d stained his pillows, it’s a pretty clear sign he never really stopped. 

The heartache was too overwhelming, maybe. First, the clear confirmation that Oscar couldn’t be any less interested in Lando and then, the disaster-class of his race. If there wouldn’t be a good chance left for them to secure the championship in Abu Dhabi, Lando would have already crawled into another hole never to be seen again.

That’s not an option right now, though, no matter how badly Lando craves hiding underneath his own blanket, back at his home in Monaco and forgetting about the world that exists around him. No, he’s still got a championship to win for his team, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his hardest to try. 

For a moment, he thinks about trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, but it’s quite obvious he’s way too awake to do so. Sighing, he sits up and presses the button for the blinds to slowly go up while he grabs his phone, scrolling through the messages he’s missed while asleep. On the bottom of the screen, Oscar’s singular message stands out. ‘I’m here if you need me.’

It’s utterly sweet, yet the message does nothing but deepen the nausea Lando is feeling. Instead of answering anyone, he puts his phone away again. They’ll head off to the airport soon, and he’d rather take an actual shower and try to tame his curls beforehand. 

On the way to the bathroom, he grabs a baggy, washed out jean and a dark grey hoodie, as well as a pair of new boxers and some socks. By the time Lando’s done with his shower, carefully taking care of his curls and scrunching them into form, Lando feels a little more alive. His eyes are still red-rimmed and swollen but it’s nothing a pair of sunglasses won’t hide. 

Packing is by far Lando’s least favourite part of traveling, but he’s meticulous about it all the same. He remembers the first time Oscar had peered inside of his suitcase, eyebrows raised high in surprise, “Not going to lie, mate, I expected you to just kind of throw your stuff in there and call it a day.”

Well, turns out Cisca Norris didn’t raise no heathen. Besides, there’s something calming about folding his laundry and arranging it inside the suitcase. It’s a task that makes Lando feel grounded, the high-tension and jet-setting parts of his job really make it hard to keep one’s feet on the ground sometimes. Lando’s quite careful about keeping himself in check, in that regard.

He tries, at least. 

Twenty minutes later, he stumbles out of the elevator and into the lobby of their hotel, Jon already waiting there, impatiently. Just as Lando is about to raise his hand in greeting, the older man spots him. His eyebrows draw together as Jon tilts his head, which is almost enough for Lando to stop in his tracks.

Before he can even think about asking his trainer what’s wrong, Jon shakes his head, “Mate, are you sure you meant to pair that green hoodie with those pants? Guess, it’s something.” Confused, Lando’s about it to point out to the other man that he’s clearly wearing a grey hoodie, when it hits him. Looking around the entrance, the big palm plants that just yesterday were a healthy green are nothing but a lifeless grey now. 

Even the brochures on the front desk, the one’s Lando clearly remembers being pale green, because he was staring at them bored out of his mind while Jon had been checking him in, just a few days ago - even those are fucking grey too. 

What the fuck.

no promises to keep

Oscar climbs the stairs of a building, using the rain pipes and windows to move at a faster pace. It turns into a dead end soon enough and once he’s down on the cobblestone again, he runs headfirst into a group of Shinra soldiers, taking out the gunmen one by one. The buster sword remains heavy in his grip, but it’s welcoming to Oscar, these days. Grounding, especially in high stress situations like these. 

2,000 gil, is the mantra that keeps him going while he ducks in between burning structures. 

And then, suddenly, the entire world is burning all around him. He’s teleported to five years ago, his home burning in front of his eyes. Nibelheim crashing down on itself, the people either cut down by Masamune or simply victims of the fire and ashes. Oscar’s house - the one with his mother still inside of it - falling down into nothing but a pile of bricks and stones. Aiva’s house, right next to his, is nothing more than an empty casket. 

Max Emilian Verstappen, clutching his sword in the middle of the fire. Shinra’s Mighty Lion, the hero of the Wutai War and the first SOLDIER to ever receive a first class ranking. The guy basically everyone at Shinra had been falling their feet over, at least back then when Oscar had first joined the company.

He doubts it’s the same now, considering Oscar had murdered the man five years prior. How, it’s still a fucking mystery to him, considering how greatly outmatched Oscar had felt. The memory is hazy, cloudy in his mind, even now. But seeing Midgar burn around him like this, it’s almost like Oscar can see him. 

Max, just a couple feet away from him, smirking as his grip on Masamune tightens. Just as Oscar’s about to pull his own sword from the shoulder holster on his back, the illusion vanishes into the dark of the night. That’s it. Nothing more than my mind playing tricks on me, Oscar breathes a deep sigh before continuing on. There’s no way Max survived, falling down into the Mako Reactor on Mt. Nibel. No way. 

Back to being quick on his feet, Oscar stumbles onto 8th street, the theatre coming into his view. The advertisement for LOVELESS, the most popular play in this goodman city, stands tall and proud. Guess there’s nothing bringing that one down. 

That’s when Oscar spots him. 

It’s a younger guy, Oscar assumes around his age, standing next to a cart with flowers. He’s wearing light, baggy jeans and a baby pink sweater with red flowers stitched onto the fabric. A yellow flower is tucked behind his ear, complimenting the messy curls on top of the florist’s head. 

Suddenly, the cart of flowers falls to the side, and the florist starts shielding his face, ducking away. It’s almost like there’s an invisible force reaching for him, or attacking him, as the pretty guy ducks an attack from the dark shadows surrounding him.  

What the fuck, Oscar’s eyebrows draw together as he hurries closer, deadset on helping the man. What he doesn’t expect is to be hit with the headache of death, a pounding behind his eyes that makes death seem like mercy. And then, suddenly, Max Emilian Verstappen is there, in all his glory. Short, neatly trimmed hair, all-black outfit similar enough to Oscar’s own but with the right modifications, like the long, dark blue leather coat he’s got around his shoulders. Max is putting a hand on the florist's shoulder, staring right at Oscar. Mako green eyes meet their twin match, the world ablaze around them.

Oscar takes a step back as Max comes closer, “You’re weak. Too weak to save yourself - or anyone else -.” The headache turns into a proper migraine, and Oscar is trying his most to stay upright despite the searing pain. 

He opens his eyes once more and then in the next second, the former Shinra general is gone with the wind. 

Suddenly, the florist is in front of Oscar, head slightly tilted towards one side as their gazes meet. He’s even more gorgeous up close, his big and bright green-blue eyes look up to Oscar. They’re the most beautiful watercolor mixture, and there’s a healthy pink flush on his tan cheeks. “Hey, mate,” even his fucking voice is nice too, “Are you good?”

It’s fucking embarrassing but Oscar feels his own cheeks up with heat at the attention. Fuck, he’s really got no time for this, he’s still got his former employer up his arse with a search warrant for Oscar and the rest of AVALANCHE after their little stunt. He should be hurrying up if he wants to make it to the bar before Avia kicks his arse into Wutai.  

Before he can get far however, there’s the sound of steps behind him and a light touch on his wrist. A much bigger palm than his own around Oscar’s glove, as the florist drags him back around. This time, the guy’s holding out the yellow flower that rested behind his ear earlier. When Oscar doesn’t react, he shoves the flower even closer to his face. “Dude,” the man rolls his eyes, “It’s a gift! For you.”

“A gift for what?” Oscar can’t help but ask, eyeing the ‘gift’ warrily. He’s been scammed on the streets of Midgar before by people like this, they’ll push something in your hand and then claim you’ll have to pay them since you already received something from them. No way he’s going to make the same mistake he made as a 15-year old, green-eyed and innocent, ever again. 

“You could also keep it as a memory, I guess, listen dude, I just want to do something nice after you chased those things off,” there’s a proper pout on the other man’s lips now, as he shoves the flower even closer into Oscar’s face. “Just take it, flowers don’t bite.”

“Not sure about you though,” Oscar mutters under his breath but takes the flower, still, securing it behind the holster strap across his chest. “Hey,” there’s a hilarious frown on the guy’s face, “I heard that, you know?!”

Before Oscar can even think of a smart comment, the florist ducks away, his second hand coming around Oscar’s arm too, as they get attacked by those ghosts again. Only this time, Oscar can see them, too. They’re like whisps, a bunch of flying dark ghosts surrounding them, edging closer to them bit by bit. “What the fuck,” Oscar mutters, can this day get any weirder?

At the end, he’s still a trained SOLDIER - a first class - so Oscar frees the buster sword from his back and swings it, getting ready to attack the ghosts. It’s just their luck that a group of Shinra gunmen arrive at the exact same time, yelling at Oscar to drop his weapon. The ghosts are at the soldier’s side in a second, flying around them. Instead of reacting to that, the soldiers keep their attention on Oscar. 

“Are those guys fucking blind?” He turns to the florist, who’s eyeing the Shinra soldiers before his gaze switches back to the hooded whisps surrounding them. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting you,” is the only thing the curly-haired man replies, before he’s taking off, not looking back once. Oscar can’t do anything else but watch the florist run, the ghosts following him on his path. 

He’s gone, just like that. Oscar didn’t even get his name, though he assumes it’s just as pretty. 

A stray bullet hits the buster, and Oscar turns back to the problem at hand, namely the fact that he’s outnumbered and has a battle waiting for him. “Just my fucking luck,” he grumbles as he sprints into the fight.

zak VS the horrors of landoscar (working title)

There’s quite a few things Oscar expected for McLaren to have him agree with, when the decision had been made, once the contracts had been signed. On that day Oscar became the first alpha to join the team in the years following Fernando’s departure. After all, McLaren had only one beta (Sainz) and two omegas (Ricciardo and Lando) join the team since then - until now, at least. 

What he did not expect was for McLaren CEO Zak Brown to pull him aside after the signing, a suddenly serious expression on his face. “Listen,” he had started, clasping a hand around Oscar’s shoulder, “I know how you young people are, yeah? But I need you to promise me something.” Zak had been more urgent than during their entire time negotiating with McLaren, so Oscar had known that whatever would be coming next, would be important. 

“You can not get Lando pregnant, yeah? We need him for the team.”

For a moment, several moments actually, Oscar thought he’d been pranked. That one of the media people would jump out of their hiding spot and the entire room would burst into laughter, Zak’s booming voice echoing from the walls. When that hadn’t happened for another minute, Oscar started to realize the older man was being serious. Dead ass. 

“Oh, uh, of course, yeah, I understand,” he awkwardly mumbled his way through his response. Seriously, what made Zak believe Lando would get on with Oscar in the first place? Like his new teammate wasn’t the prettiest, most perfect omega on the entire grid. This is ridiculous, Oscar had thought to himself.

But Zak had been satisfied, nodding as he patted Oscar on his shoulder, “That’s a good lad.” 

The interaction, despite how weird it had been, had quickly vanished from his mind afterwards. Maybe it had been a trauma response, trying to rid his brain of the memories of the painful interaction. Almost the entirety of their two first years together as teammates, Oscar hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Zak’s fears becoming reality.

Well, Oscar really should have known better than to doubt Lando Norris' ability to get what he wants - and his own inability to say no to one Lando Norris. 

To be honest, Oscar doesn’t get even close to impregnating Lando until that fucking night after Abu Dhabi 2024. Something about how making history together brings people closer, something Oscar had read online in the aftermath of it all, comes to mind.

[byghostface]

How are we feeling about Batman and Robin #8 preview?

Im simultaneously these two

OMG THESE IMAGES ARE SO REAL😭😭 I was like omg Nika what are you doing?!?? And on the other hand, omgg Mila and Nika angst conflict in comings!!! (depending on how Nika thinks about Mila's current state…why I have a feeling that she would not give a f about Mila, if Mila going to pose as a threat to her and Damian🙃)

Honestly, I was going to wait for the whole issue before posting my thoughts, cuz I think the previews are often indirect to hype the issue up, but here are my initial thoughts on the preview↓😭🫠

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Seeing these pages, I have fallen back to my original plan mean girl Mila hcs!!😍🙏 Can't wait to hurry up my long unfinished wips and post them!

I'm still puzzled by Nika's description of Mila as "more on the soft side, naive."on the last issue (is she politely saying Mila is more easily misguided and dumb in front of Batman or something…?😭). Maybe gaining the powers of their grandfather has a different effect on them too (body and emotions), and I really hope Mila's power is slightly different from Nika's.

I seriously don't know what's happening here… maybe Nika wants to negotiate/reason with Mila alone first. She kicks Damian because he already wants to jump into another fight again and she needs to win over Mila's trust first to have a better chance to talk after not seeing each other for so long (since the last time they saw each other was not a pleasant separation). Also, she may do that to hide how close she actually is with Damian?

And I think Nika trusts Damian will believe in her actions just like how she had done a double cross on Lord Death Man before. So she doesn't hesitate to kick him, even tho it hurts her to do it (look at her anguished face when she kicks him…good lord😞💔).

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Okay, theory based on Nikola Čižmešija's sneak peek panels on how things go down a little…

Bruce arrived in time and punched the ice gun out of the way. The three of them escape and ride their own individual vehicles away from Mila. And Damian is fuming at Nika's kick. Later on Nika explained why she did that.

OR, Nika is helping Mila and Damian is in his Robin mobile to chase them down or something idk, comics are very unpredictable…

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Batman and Robin(2023) #8 spoilers- preview thoughts．issue thoughts

[bookish-karina]

Head's Up Seven Up

thank you @romances-not-tragedies for the tag :)

rules: post a random snippet of your current WIP.

I tried to find the most spoiler free snippet haha

Walking downtown with Jace became a normal thing whenever we had a day off. It seemed like no matter how much energy he expended the night before on stage, he was up and ready to go usually by nine in the morning. I'd admire him for his stamina if it didn't mean waking me up early and then walking all damn day. It may be enjoyable while it's happening, but damn do I hurt the next day.

No amount of time on tour will change the fact that I’m so out of shape it’s not funny.

Which leads us to the reason why I’m struggling not to sound like I’m dying at the sheer amount of stairs he has me climbing right now.

“How can you be this energetic?” I pant, three steps behind. I can tell he’s trying not to leave me behind, which only adds to my embarrassment.

He turns to meet my eyes, a sheepish grin on his face. “I think the better question is, how are you not? We’re in New York City, baby! I perform at Madison Square tomorrow!”

No matter how tired I am, I can’t help but smile at the pure excitement coating his voice.

“Yeah, I guess that is pretty awesome.”

“Awesome? It’s amazing.” The sheer amount of joy in his laugh makes me want to bottle it up to save for a rainy day. He’s so happy it warms my insides and I can’t help but want to one day make him laugh like that.

I don’t realize I’ve stopped until he walks the few steps down to me and says, “we can sit for a while.”

“You sure? If you want to keep moving we can,” I wipe away the sweat coating my temple.

“Nah, we don’t have to be anywhere any time soon.” He plops down on the step.

I join him, involuntarily groaning as my legs give out. “I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

I lean my head against his right shoulder and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around my back. A comfortable silence settles over us as we sit on the concrete steps, watching people walk by in either direction, not paying us any mind. Everybody’s in their own world here.

Jace seems content to not say anything, so I don’t risk breaking the moment. His thumb rubs idle circles against the side of my leg and I can’t help but feel like I could stay like this forever. Everything feels so natural between us.

I'm tagging: @katwritesshit @kbwritesstuff @taranorma @fortunatetragedy + an open tag for those that wanna play :)

happy writing!

[iberriss]

get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Saw this filled out by @cosmereplay and decided to play along and revive it!

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

Sept 2024, I'm very new to this!

2. first character you wrote for:

My prologue and first few chapters are all Kaladin POV.

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Kaladin and Jasnah are the main two right now but Skar, Rlain, Dalinar, Navani and Adolin have all had POV either full chapters or snippets.

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

The biggest one here is Kalak who's just been introduced into my current fic but is about to become one of the main characters.

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Stormlight Archive!

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Kaladin & Kalak are going to be the biggest platonic pairing in not just my first fic but also the next 2 in my series. Kalak is going to end up being the dad to Kaladin that Lirin never was :(

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Right now the biggest pairing in my fic is Kaladin x Jasnah!

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Since i only have one fic up right now I'll also use the hypothetical tags I plan on using on part 2 and 3 of my series as well. Also can't pick 3 so I picked 4! So probably;

#post row/row-spoilers #foundfamily #fuckmoash #hurt/confort

9. your current platform where you post your works

Using AO3! Iberiss

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Here's a small snippet from chapter 34. Second Opinion from my wip Sons of Tanavast. Big spoilers for my fic so be warned!

’If I walk away now Jasnah will miss me, she said she loves me. She’ll be on her own struggling through a pregnancy and then raising our child. How can I just continue my life knowing that I abandoned my own child? Would I be able to walk past them in the corridors? Pretend they mean nothing to me? Be a deadbeat dad? I can’t do that. I can’t live like this.’  Leaving now would shatter his honour.  Ice blue eyes openly with resolve as he lifted his chin, her gaze showed signs of her emotions - confused, lost, distressed. Kaladin on the other hand felt a natural balance and calmness, it pulsed from every beat of his heart in his chest.   “Jasnah, I will be at your side every step of the way. I won’t let you go through this alone.” He smiled up at her reaching out to cup a cheek delicately in his callused hand, his thumb brushing to wipe away her spilt tears. “I’ll marry you. If you will have me.”  “Of course I will have you Kal.” Stifling her joy that almost bubbled into a half laugh she leaned forward kissing him on the lips, present company could storm off with Alethi customs or prudishness. The kiss was kept short and modest regardless as Kaladin pulled her into a hug after, his head resting on her shoulder with a sigh of contentment.  Dalinar had moved closer now, extending his hand to Lirin as he offered it for a handshake. The motion had snapped Kaladin’s father out of his stunned silence and instead of shaking the hand back he absentmindedly left poor Dalinar hanging. “Kaladin? Y-you're the father?” As if there wasn’t enough proof of it already from reading the room. His son nodded quietly as best he could without releasing Jasnah. 

Since I'm new to the scene I don't know that many writers and even fewer that haven't probably already done this done! I'm deffo going to tag @stormscience since like me I know they are also new! Aside from that feel free to pretend I've tagged you because I'd love to get to know other writers from this fandom <3

[loveless-scribes]

✨🛒👀🥺🤩🎉🌞🎢

Oh, wow! That's a bunch! Thanks so much for sending the ask, let's dive right in! <3 ✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 This is hard, especially right now because I'm really struggling with my writing. My ideas aren't clear and I feel like they don't line up with one another or that the tone shifts abruptly because the way I'm feeling has changed between one writing session and the next. I guess I hope that my writing makes people FEEL things. That's my main goal most of the time. And I think I'm pretty good at surprising people, too. So, to put that in compliment form I think I'm alright at conveying emotions and I have a knack for those plot twists. XD 🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. I feel like I'm always writing about death even when I'm not planning to, it just kind of works its way back in there. Also, I guess another common theme would be the deep connections that people can form with one another, against all odds, against their better judgement, and sometimes even to their own detriment. I guess that's a hopeful theme in a way, people staying even when you're sure they'll walk away. Also, my protagonist needs to be a little messed up in the head. Anything else is hard and boring to write. I love writing crazy people and then humanizing them to the reader. 👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! Barring AM spoilers, and the Sukuna fic I teased about on my alt, I want to write a short story about a world where voluntary self-elimination is both legal and readily accessible. The idea's been floating around in my head for a while - what that would look like, what the logistics around it would be, how friends and family would react, the inevitable desensitization towards death. I do hope to get that one down sometime soon because I'm really inspired to write it. 🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? I think I hinted at this already, but I love it when one character is sure the other is going to leave them, but they don't. Not even necessarily in a romantic sense. It could be a friendship, or a parent-child relationship or what have you. Just that feeling of, "I've gone too far, it's over" but it's not, because that person would never leave. Staying by each other's side whether or not they understand the full context. Not even necessarily needing the context to know that they're on your side. I guess that's why it's a recurring theme in LS's relationship.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? This used to be an easy "Levi, hands down - all day, every day." But lately, Slayte has become my favorite. Especially with her current struggles in the story, I just have a soft spot for her and the stuff she has to go through, I guess. She's also the character that most meets my "crazy protag" criteria, so there's that. 🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success? When people tell me I made them cry. It sounds mean, but there's no better feeling. That's when my inner critic has no choice but to shut up because OMG THEY SHED REAL TEARS. (I've defo cried, too, while writing AM so no worries.) 🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? When everyone is either asleep or out of the house. Early mornings are the best, but work always gets in the way. I would be better able to answer this question if I wasn't so tired all the time. ^^

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? I think it's the Sukuna darkfic duology on my alt @azureashes. It's just so crazy and out there. Idk if I would consider AM a "wild ride" since it definitely has its wholesome and comforting moments. I actually think hurt/comfort is a huge theme in AM. Maybe we should add it to the tags. Thanks for the ask, Anon! <3

[sga-owns-my-soul]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @wonkyelk and @esteefee for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 currently!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

27805! which is insane to me

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rodney McKay Has Worth (and not just for his brain) and Not Dating, but More Than Friends

Names Have Power

The Scientist and The Soldier

Expressions of Love and Trust

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

i try to! i don't always see comments but i definitely try to respond, even it's just to say thanks for commenting i'm glad you enjoyed it! it means a lot to me when people take time out of their day to not only read my fics, but to also leave a comment. i always appreciate it!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for posted fics, probably Bludgeoned, it's very angsty and ends with an vague insinuation that rodney may or may not survive his latest off-world incident. for fics in general it's definitely my Bad Timeline au wip where nothing happy happens

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

Ronon Gets Mad at Sheppard, i think. i've got a lot of fics with a happy ending but i'm really proud of this one and how it turned out. it was a bit of a challenge bc i don't write ronon very often but it was really fun to get into his character and i'm happy with how things got wrapped up in that one, i think it's a very cute fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully, no!

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

yesss i love writing smut 🙏🏼 im honestly surprised at how little smut i have on my ao3 honestly, i don't think i even have a kink fic posted which is my favourite kind of smut to write. i should fix that 🤔 (feel free to send me ideas!!)

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

i have written exactly one crossover in my life, i posted it unfinished on wattpad like a decade ago and it was a bones/one direction crossover where the boys got kidnapped by the gravedigger. i think i wrote like 4 chapters total before i abandoned it 😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and i really hope i never do. i have no issues with people sharing my fics but please don't claim it as your own!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of, but i would be so honoured if someone did!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i'm currently co-writing A Big Project with @the-mushroom-faerie but shhh it's a secret no spoilers

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

this will come as no surprise to anyone but it's mcshep 🥰🥰

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

so i had this idea for a fic about radek visiting rodney everytime he's in the infirmary, and it starts off with like a "hey can you sign off on these things cool thanks bye" but then after the storm he visits him and sees his arm and it progresses to radek getting very sad and stressed every time rodney gets hurt so he visits him in the infirmary. i've written a few scenes for it but it's such a big project that i doubt i'll ever finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very very good at writing angst and sadness, probably bc i am a void of angst and sadness 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

endings i'm so bad at endings i can't write endings for SHIT i feel like most of my endings suck lmao i also cannot do technobabble i'm not smart 😂

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

i only speak my bastard native language so i have to rely on other people or google translate so i very rarely do it, but i think it's so cool when other writers can do it!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhh i don't remember if it was one direction or dan and phil that i first ever wrote for, i wrote for both of them right around the same time

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i really love all the fics i've written, both published and unpublished, but i think my absolute favourite fic i've written was this ficlet i posted here for a kiss prompt between ronon and jennifer (i just think it's so adorable and i love them and the little team dynamic/interaction is so sweet it's just so cute okay i love it)

Tags: @the-mushroom-faerie @spurious @frostysfrenzy @colonelshepparrrrd @frankthesnek and anyone else who wants to!!!

[vukovich]

WIP Poll Update

You didn't know you were participating in an experiment, but you were. My theory was that people would vote on WIPs that are close to being done. Hypothesis confirmed (Bill Nye party horn).

Some projects have been deleted due to lack of interest.

Per a complicated point system and ranked choice voting:

First place: 23%

A Dog Named Chai Drarry, some Harry/Charlie Fluff/Angst/Domestic/HURT/Comfort/Smut Demisexual Harry having immigrant kid feelings and bonding with a grey-eyed dog. Currently 20k and growing, estimated 80-100k.

Second Place: 14%

Garnishes II Louis Weasley(veela)/Draco. SMUT. Rivals to... rivals, but with sex. And a Toblerone. Currently 5k, probably 12k finished.

Third Place: 11%

Fist-Full Drarry Smut Just a casual backroom fisting in a vintage confessional between school rivals. Take that, Potter. Don't mind if I do. Currently 2.5k, estimated 5k maybe. Art is required for the ending. LMK if you take unmarked bills.

Fourth Place (Tie): 10.7% each

Machine Gun Astoria Drastoria/Dark Drarry dubcon Action Astoria's covered in tattoos and takes zero shit. She and Scorp are Naginis. Her husband goes missing. She never did trust that Parseltongued Auror bastard around her husband. 30-50k The first chapter is done. I intentionally withheld this information, because I'm a dick.

And

Bodies in Motion Drarry Crack/Smut/Light Angst Harry's ripped as fuck and has casual body image issues and no social life outside the gym. Draco is an unattractive nerd who is vaguely aware his brain requires a body to function, but would rather build Teddy a Hogwarts Minecraft realm than acknowledge his own corporeal form. But he's weirdly good in bed. Currently 5k, maybe 15k total.

Fifth Place (Three-way Tie): 8% each

Puer Delicatus Drarry, Theo/Draco, spoilers/spoilers Angst/Smut/Hurt/Comfort Hmm... I'm going to go with "Culturally-normalized sexual abuse of young men in wizard society" for a summary. Everybody has PTSD. Arthur is the dad everyone needed. Harry just keeps punching people who care for him. Draco is 150% not okay. Theo is a deity who will dick you down for your own good. His wife said it's fine. 20-40k. This might will get hot-written daily chapters with reader steering via Tumblr like It'll Come Back. This will hurt far more. Block #puerdelicatus now.

Services Rendered Drarry, Harry/Many Thinky Smut/Angst Power bottom Harry gets kicked out of his favorite dungeon. Draco drags him to a formal D/s dinner, and Harry's very soul revolts and tries to leave through his pores when presented with domestic duties. He cries himself to sleep naked in a collar on a pile of coats because he's a shitty boyfriend. Currently 7k, probably 12k total. (There's a finished craft project for this one.)

Draco Malfoy: International Monster Fucker Dramione, Draco/Monsters Crack/Smut Draco's official title is "Beast Husbandry Specialist". Hermione is his supervisor. She needs detailed reports from his assignments. So detailed. Exactly what were the girth of those tentacles, and where did they go? How did the, uhm, specialist feel about it? HOW many genders of centaurs are there? You did WHAT to them? She will take these reports to her office and read them alone now. No calls. 15-25k

Sixth Place: 3.5%

Quicksilver and the Dead Drarry Pastoral horror?/Action/dubcon Draco has to learn to survive lifetime confinement to the Manor grounds alone. Lots of world building. Accidental hereditary necromancer Draco versus surprise villain. 60-80k There's actually about 10k done of this, but I didn't mention it to test the "We just want the WIP that's almost done" theory.

The Garbage Can: 0%

Written History Immortal Drarry Action/Angst Harry is a soldier from Palmyra during the 273 AD assault on the Library of Alexandria. Draco is an exiled Spartan-turned-scribe. They keep running into each other at major world conflicts, always with Harry on the wrong side of history and Draco recording it. Until Harry gets it right. 20-40k The first chapter is done and will be posted and consigned to a one-shot.

Codename Snitch Drarry Action/Smut/Angst Harry is an undercover agent/pro Seeker. Russian mafia things happen. 10-50k. I have no idea, because I'm not sure how this plot ends. Hereby declared dead. RIP: Tattooed Durmstrang crime lord/gay savior Draco. *pours vodka on the curb... which looks a lot like a martini glass.* Sorry, @wheezykat

[thesacredtwink]

Hey ho eyeveryone! I've gotten a few new followers recently so I thought I'd introduce myself. If you've been following me for a while, hello again!

My name is Nick, pronouns she/they. I'm aro/ace with a bi appreciation of the world and very ADHD. This blog is a LoZ side blog. I also run another side blog @wr1t3-my-wr0ngs which pulls double duty as my wring blog and my star wars blog. Because I'm a side blog on both accounts, I don't follow from these. And I try very hard to keep my side blogs separate from my main. I've got people irl that know my main and that...really don't approve of my fanfic writing. So please respect that I won't be giving out my main for my own safety and peace of mind. But rest assured if we interact a lot, you can consider us mutuals.

I have an ao3 (link in my bio) where I post my fics. They are either Star Wars or Linked Universe.

Occasionally, I forget which blog I'm posting to. So if you see a post that is WILDY off topic for the blog, just roll with it please 😆 Sometimes it's on purpose in which case I tag them #not Loz or #not star wars (depending on which blog) but uh....sometimes I just post to the wrong blog.

My tags

I tag my thoughts with #nick speaks . It's a catch all tag of sorts so there is a lot of stuff under that tag

The Gerudo twilight au is taged under #gerudo twilight #gerudo!twilight #gerudo twilight au

You can find my Groose love/rambles under either #groose or #groose my beloved

And I occasionally weep over Legend x Marin under the tag #oh that he could sleep for five minutes more

I am doing my best to tag all skyward sword spoilers under #sshd spoilers or #skyward sword spoilers

And my writing is taged under the unoriginal tag #my writing. (I am taking suggestions for a better tag for that XD)

#add this to the wip pile is the tag I use for writing ideas that I plan to do at some point.

(because I don't know how to do the links in text to the tags, I'm going to tag this post with all the above so you can navigate using them)

Asks

My dms and ask box are always open and I welcome the spam. I'm not the fastest at responding to asks, and sometimes I will even write something based on your ask if it REALLY inspires me. If you are worried that an ask got lost, just hmu! I promise it's not a bother.

But be respectful. Nothing lewd, nothing crude and anon hate will never see the light of day. As mod, I reserve the right to delete asks I find offensive at will. Just- use your best judgement.

My writing

I write either star wars or Linked Universe fics. My favorite tropes are found family and hurt/comfort. Occasionally I dip into crack and humor, but I am just as likely to verge into horror and whump. For the love of whatever power you believe in, read the tags. I try to tag my fics appropriately, but ultimately what you read is up to you. If you feel that I have missed an important tag, let me know! I am always happy to make sure my fics are tagged properly.

Head canons are the spice of life and I flavor my fics with them. Liberally and often without further context. If you are ever curious about them, ask and I will GLADLY info dump.

I'm currently working through the last of my 100 follower fic prompts, which have been slowed down by the release of SSHD. I don't generally take writing requests, but feel free to send them in and I might write something for them. At the very least I will respond with my thoughts on the idea!

And yeah! That's me, and welcome to the chaos everyone!

[icaruswasadreamer]

!! PLEASE READ !!

" Hello and Hi !

My name is Zephyr! But you may call me Ze! I go by any pronouns and welcome to my blog! Here are a few things you might need to read before venturing down into my account <33 As of the moment, please enjoy your stay here lovely reader! "

First off, What is the purpose of this account?

This account aims to be a sort of writing dump for me. Meaning all my writing related and story-telling related blog posts will be put here. Mainly, there will be one-shots, prompts, drabbles, full on fics, book reviews (once I start reading again) and many more!

If that's not what you're looking for, then I have my general dump account: @gettingsuckedintoablackhole where you'll find random shit like reblogs, and random things I think of. Some of them may be related to here, some of them don't. It sorta just depends. I'm also currently in the process of creating an art dump account so will definitely be linking it once I'm done with it!

But that aside, this account is for my writing/fanfiction/story-telling related works only and that's pretty much it.

What will I be writing about?

It can be my current brainrots or just random ideas that come to me.

Fair spoiler warning however. This account will always reflect my current brainrots. For example, if my brainrot is TSOA, then this account will probably have a theme that reflects that. Transition phases, however, are likely to happen from time to time and you might get radio silence from me then but that's to be expected.

If my brainrots transition or return to other brainrots then I will most definitely be updating about it. You are free to unfollow though if the transition is too jarring for you!

Most of my works can be read as standalone without needing to know the piece of work it's based on, but I will always put a spoiler warning for pieces of works that explicitly showcase a spoiler for a piece of work.

What sort of contents will I be writing about?

Thing ranging from fluff, angst, hurt/comfort and AU ideas are very common. I do specialize in AU writing so you will see that from me. Smut content is very rare, and is always non-graphic. I do not feel comfortable writing graphic smut, so sorry if you're into those things.

Even more so, I will provide trigger warnings for themes depicted in my works that may be heavy for some people. There will also be general heads-up for what kind of content can be found in my work.

Will I be taking requests?

Likelihood is no. I'm too busy for requests at the moment and that I write for my own satisfaction. Though, I am open to receiving ideas from all of you and discussing said ideas in my DMs! I might write about them as well if I feel like it and I will most definitely give credit to you if I do happen to take inspiration from your idea.

But generally, no. I am not taking requests at the moment.

Where else can you find me?

Tumblr:

I have this tumblr

General Dumping/Reblogging Account: @gettingsuckedintoablackhole

Art Dump Account: WIP

Twitter:

Writing Dump Account: https://twitter.com/Zallec_?s=20

Art Dump Account: WIP

Will definitely add more if I do create more.

" Well, that's it from me. Thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a swell rest of your day/evening. And hope you like whatever it is I post here. Toodles! "

[afi-mukami]

💜 What is the most heart wrenching passage you've ever written?

🌹 What is your favorite kind of fan fiction to write?

🍁 How is your current WIP going, and can we have a sneak peek?

FAN FICTION ASK GAME

💜 What is the most heart wrenching passage you've ever written?

This is still an unpublished piece of YuRuki (Ruki x OC / Diabolik Lovers) fanfiction... but it breaks my heart everytime I read it... 😢 I never planned this to be her canon, yet it happened to her... to them 😭

Yuriko’s breathing turned ragged as her thoughts went spiraling. She remembered how Ruki had bitten her for the first time, and owned her from the very beginning. He had made her his in every possible way. If Yuriko had hated it at first, now she cherished the very thought… had cherished. Laito had just burst her bubble by piercing the wrist that belonged to Ruki; the pureblood vampire had destroyed the perfection Ruki and Yuriko had created together. And that thought hurt much more than the fresh bite mark.

(This is a rather new one... I think I have written many heart wrenching passages in the past but most of them are in my mother tongue. And well, I don't usually feel as deeply about my old stuff as new ones.)

🌹 What is your favorite kind of fan fiction to write?

I love fluffy romance and smut, together if possible. But I also love to write more darker themes, so sometimes my romance and smut come with angst. I love to try things out and test where I can go with my writing. Every piece I write is some kind of challenge, I guess.

But in the end I'm pretty much romance and erotica writer when it comes to fanfiction.

🍁 How is your current WIP going, and can we have a sneak peek?

I'm currently working on a punishment fanfic (Diabolik Lovers, of course) which I'm not even sure if I will ever publish. Beside that I'm writing The Early Chapters of Yuriko's story.

Both are hard to write for many reason, but I want to get that punisment fanfic out of my system, so that I can move forward. And well, The Early Chapters are a big project to complete.

Here is a sneak peek from The Early Chapters' Chapter 02 which I might publish in this month. It's written together with another person.

Don't read if you don't want spoilers.

Ruki’s gaze was so intense as it stuck with Yuriko. Just a couple weeks ago she had thought he had beautiful eyes… Well, they still were very beautiful, very captivating eyes indeed, but Ruki wasn’t your regular nice book geek; he was something else. A vampire that yearned for her blood for whatever reason.

I cannot run nor hide from him.

Yuriko swallowed. Ruki’s eyes really said it; while in school there wasn’t a hiding place.

“I can’t leave you alone so easily. First of all, you shouldn’t hide the bite marks I inflicted on you like that. Second…” he approached her, leaning toward her ear as his voice lowered to a faint whisper that only she could hear. “Livestock should always remain in her master’s sight.”

Livestock. There was that word again. It creeped into Yuriko’s ear and sent shivers down her spine; it was so embarrassing, shameful, made her feel dirty. Master. Another word that marked her and stayed with her from that moment. Ruki’s voice was low and soft, yet the message of those words was heavy.

Captured.