#ah. an extremely abandoned wip. you know how it is.

[lusalemaart]

more scrubbles

[pxgeturner]

milkshakes and confessions — t.m.r

pt. 1 — kiss it better, m.list, reblogs are extremely appreciated

you’re trying to make plans with your friends and end up telling your bf you love him for the first time.

an. so i forgot to put this on my wip list hope y’all like this. can be imagined w a r from any house but kinda hufflepuff coded!r :)

wc. 1.8k

You wrap your arms around luna from behind. “luna~” your look to your right, “‘ginny!” and around the people surrounding your friends: hermione, ron, harry, and others “hey guys,” you say looking at no one in particular.

that gets you a lot of weird stares. You look at luna, then at ginny. “did i say something?”

“harry potter is right there!” this kid, who you think is named seamus talks to you like you are an idiot.

“i’m not friends with harry potter.”

“he’s the son of james and lily potter!” ron is turning red.

“that doesn’t make him a saint?” you furrow your brows and wave you hand at him. “i mean good for him but it’s not like he's a merlin reincarnate or something.” you click your tongue at them, “besides i said hi to all of you”

“why are you over here?” a voice sounds from behind you.

“hi tommi,”

“you should be eating over there with me.”

“i’m just hear to- oh!” you look back at luna, “ok hogsmeade trip this weekend, right?”

“right,”

“i thought you and ginny could come with me to go get milkshakes!”

“Sounds good to me!” ginny pips in.

“sll right, milkshakes this weekend.” agrees luna.

“you spend trips to to hogsmeade with me.” tom protests. You remove yourself from luna to turn to your boyfriend.

“and you’re lucky that i love you, otherwise i would’ve plucked out your eyeballs for being so overprotective a long time ago.”

“ok, so see you in class later–” you’re yanked back, “tommi! ah! what are you-” he’s picked you up now, “moon!” you cry out for your friends knowing your boyfriend won’t listen to you.

she giggles and waves, “have fun!”

tom carries you all the way to the abandoned girl’s bathroom. He sets you down in front of a wall.

you laugh, pushing at his chest “what was that tommi?”

he leans into you, hands at either side of your head. “you can’t take things like that back, and you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

“huh?” your noses are touching and you really want to kiss him.

“you said you love me.” you cup his face, toying with a few short strands at your fingertips.

“uh-huh, i do.” he steps back, disconnecting from you completely.

“you shouldn’t.”

You take hold you his hand, rubbing circles into the back of his palm. “you’re my boyfriend, and we’ve been together almost a year.”

tommi mumbles something.

You put a hand under his chin to make him meet your eyes instead of looking at the ground. “what was that?” you smile up at him.

“love potion,”

“i’m not under a potion, silly. or am i acting crazy and obsessive?”

“not you, me! I was born because of a love potion.” he rips his hand out of yours.

“is this you telling me you want to break up?”

“it would be for the best.”

“you asked me out first, do you remember?” you block him from leaving.

“of course i do.”

“i had a crush on you for months my friends would tease me all the time for liking the slytherin prince who only ever studies.” you rest your hands on your hips. “they said i was a fool.”

“i get where this is going-”

“but you asked me out! on valentines day! like an absolute dork!”

“i said. i remember.” he grits his teeth. why won’t you let him leave?

“you like me! you care about me! you make sure i’m drinking water and study with me before exams.”

“like isn’t love!” he has fire in his eyes as he plants his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to move. “it’s not enough! You deserve more!”

“like turns into love! i don’t believe in that love potion bullshit!”

“i want to love you-”

you’re seriously getting angry, how can the smartest guy in school be so stupid. “then do it! it just takes time! It’s not like one day fireworks and wedding bells are going to go off in your mind because your brain flipped a switch.”

“i don’t want to hurt you.”

“the only way you’re going to hurt me is by leaving right now.”

“what if i never love you?”

“if you ever need to force yourself to do things that typically come naturally then we can be over.” you deflate at the thought, now it’s you looking at the ground.

“if i can love anyone, it’s you. i can’t see myself with anyone else.” he comes in close you, holding your face in his hands, wiping away tears. when did you start crying? and you try to take a deep breath in but it’s all too intense, so it catches in your throat and you have to grab onto tommi’s robes to steady yourself. he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your head.

“i- i love you.” you hiccup, “so, much.” and you wiggle your head to look at him, brown eyes now soft with worry. “And it’s ok that you’re not there yet.”

“i know,” he brushes some hair off your forehead, “i- i know, princess.”

“can we go eat lunch now?

“how can i say no to my best girl?”

“are there other girls?” you’re trying to seem sarcastic.

“my best and only girl.” he kisses your forehead as you two begin to walk back to the great hall. You lean into him as you walk, latched onto his arm. He squeezes your hand, grateful for the fact that you did not let go.

your friends welcome you back with smiles and jokes.

“hello lovebirds, glad you two could finally deign to join us.” mattheo jokes, tom glares at him. you stay leaning on him even sitting down, he winds an arm around your back to support you. he loves his family, he’d do anything for mattheo or mother. in regard to father, he’s not sure, father isn’t like mother, there is no quality time or kind smiles. tom thinks he loves his father, but that’s more complicated. love is confusing and overly complicated, and essentially useless. that’s what he used to tell himself, when he thought he couldn’t experience romantic love. why would he bother with something that is useless. sex on the other hand, sex has purpose, and was experienced physically unlike love. which is just your mind playing tricks on you. sex is an itch that can be easily scratched

but then you arrived. one day just tagging along with pansy with smiles, energy and gentleness. as if you took a flint and steel to his cold heart to spark a fire that burns for you and only you. he understood that romance isn’t just a trick or manipulative tactic used by girls to trap boys. with you he started to think that maybe, just maybe love doesn’t have to be complicated. with you things come easy to him.

you twist your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“everything all right, my girl?” he whispers into your ear as theo keeps talking. uou nod into his neck.

“want some of mine?” the little food you put on your plate is already gone. You take his fork and steal some potatoes.

“theo stop exaggerating, snape isn’t that bad.”

Theo sets his fork down, “he’s a bitter old man who needs to stop projecting his hurt onto others. he likes the girls more, and you’re a sweetheart.”

“aww, thank you, t.”

pansy looks up from her phone, “now that you mention it, he does favor the fairer sex.”

draco looks nauseated, “why would you say it like that?” he pretends to vomit on the floor, splashing his juice on the floor.

you wave your arm at him, “oye! draco! clean that up right now!”

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes you, grabbing a wad of napkins.

mattheo, who’s next you on your left, turns to you, “can we do our divination projects together?”

“matteo, you have to do your own project. but if you’re struggling, i can help you study the cards.” you offer

“ugh, that class is useless, you can’t predict the future.” tom says, his warm breath hitting your hair.

you tilt your head up, and boop his nose. “you only say that because your mojo is logical classes, but divination is intuitive. it uses your heart, not your brain.” your boyfriend scoffs. “If you’d let me read for you, you’d see–” he puts his hand over your mouth. You wiggle and yell into his hand, trying to get him to let go while your friends merely laugh. he lets go soon though, and you turn to face him, “you actually hate me.” you point a finger at him at look at him accusingly.

“quite the opposite actually,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. that makes your friends go quiet. for some reason, your face goes hot and you turn your body completely away from him, and cover your face with your hands.

your feet that were propped against matteo thighs get pushed down. “get your stinky feet off of me.”

that snaps you out of it, “y’know mattheo, you’re such an asshole.”

mattheo glares back at you, opening his mouth to respond, but closes it, suddenly interested in his food.

tom puts his chin to your shoulder, “don’t bother with him.” he presses another kiss to your cheek and convinces you to leave to go to the library. sitting at your usual table, tom tutors you in a particularly frustrating unit in transfiguration.

“so milkshakes on saturday at fortescue’s?” he mentions randomly.

“yeah with luna and ginny.” you try to go back to the question you were answering before he interrupted.

“why would they join us?” he presses.

“i’m having milkshakes with luna and ginny, you can hang out with the others.” you correct him.

“why would you do that?”

you roll your eyes. “i eat breakfast with you, i eat lunch with you, i eat dinner with you. and we’re studying right now.” you look up from your paper, “if i spend any more time with you I will become you.”

“not all the time,” he refutes, “and you just said you love me, and now you want to cancel hogsmeade?”

you grab his chin and squish his cheeks, “and i do love you! but i do have non slytherin friends. it's not fair to them or me if we never get to see each other.”

he makes a sound of discontent.

you softly tug his ear.

“fine milkshakes on saturday for you. and… something else for me.”

now you kiss his cheek.

he might not be perfect, but he’s yours. and all that matters is that he tries. it might take a couple of attempts, but he’s such a quick learner.

it’s what you love about him.

[theheirofthesharingan]

2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23 and 24 for the ask game

2. Is there a least favorite character or title you dislike writing for?

My least favorite character would be Kabuto to write. I don't want to write him at all. But eh, have to write him because bro is quite important for a while. More than Sasuke I want to get rid of him.

3. Name a fanfic/story you are particularly proud of writing.

I've written a lot of stuff, but one fic I'm extremely proud of is Unbreakable Ties. I loved writing it and all the right emotions I could convey through my words. It'll always be close to my heart for its rawness and angst and the feels. Also because I wrote a fic for a large fandom, which was quite challenging for me initially too.

4. Where did you get your inspiration from?

I just like to explore the possibilities and different ways the characters feel and to explore those emotions. That's my inspiration. Sometimes reading does help too.

5. Where do you find your motivation?

I'll say it's discipline. I don't rely on motivation as much. There are days I can't get a lot of work done, but I do try to write some words before I go to bed.

6. What would you say your strongest genre to write for is?

I love adventure, Gothic fiction, and magical realism to write. But i guess magical realism is what I would be most comfortable in writing.

7. What would you say your weakest genre to write for is?

Action. Ugh. I cannot write fight scenes.

8. How many WIP do you currently have?

Only one. I can't have more than one WIPs or it'll be too distracting.

9. (I already answered it)

10. What frustrates you the most as a writer?

Among many other things, I sometimes feel my sentences are terrible. And I sometimes can't recall the most basic words. And of course, typos.

11. What’s something you have learned as a writer?

A lot of things. But mostly, I've learned to be expressive and more empathetic towards people. As a writer you get into the skin of the characters and feel the emotions they feel very deeply, and that is bound to affect you as a person too. It's what happened with me.

12. Do you enjoy receiving feedback?

Oh, yes. All writers do.

13. Already answered.

14. What’s one thing you dislike about your blog?

Ah, there's nothing I dislike about my blog. It's one of the very few places on the internet I like to be. xD

15. What made you start to write fanfiction/stories?

A TV show in my country. It was loosely based on Wuthering Heights, and I fell in love with it. So I loved exploring its main characters (who were ill-treated in canon because its writers were not interested in telling the story).

16. Any ideas you wanted to write about, but never did?

A fic based on the show I mentioned above. It was my dream project and could be my magnum opus with 150+ chapters, but for all the effort I put in it, there were no readers whatsoever. After 30 chapters I abandoned it in 2018. But I think I wasn't mature enough to handle all the themes back then. Still.

17. Already answered.

18. Are there any topics you find difficult to write for?

There's nothing in particular, but here and there, there will always be some topics that will be tough to write. But more for the technical reasons instead of personal ones.

19. What is something your readers don’t know that you do?

I might have mentioned it here, but no one knows I tend to have breakdowns writing some parts of my fics. Not just with Itachi and Sasuke centric stories, but for my fics I wrote previously, I'll end up crying a lot because some moments were like that. Itachi and Sasuke just take that angst to some other level, so I'm left wounded writing some of their moment.

20. What’s one thing you want your readers to know about you?

I love you, guys. If you read my works there must be some kind of bonding between us. Whether you're the silent reader of my stories or leave comments/kudos there it makes me feel seen and heard in a good way. So, thank you for that.

21. What’s your favorite writing advice to share?

There are a lot of pieces of advice that I follow, but one thing that I absolutely love as a reader is concise writing and avoiding the "-ly words." And you don't need too many synonyms of "said." Just use said and switch to other words occasionally. That, in my opinion, leaves more impact than writing the synonym for said with every dialogue.

22. Care to share any future WIP ideas you have lined up?

Ah, yes. There are three more ideas I'm considering to work on. One is inspired by Cormac Mc Carthy's The Road. The other is a post-war story with inter-dimemsional travel with a twist. And the other is set in the Land of the Waves arc. All the fics are Uchiha brothers centric. This is the only info I can give right now.

23. Most memorable review/comment on a fic?

Okay, so this is going to sound like I'm bragging, but here it is. One of my friends I keep in a very high regard because he's been writing for years and has published many of his poems too, read one of my fics, and said "Your writing reminded me of Emily Brontë's" and I cried tears of happiness. ;_;

24. What future fics/events can we expect to see?

It's the same as answer to #22. I'll try to finish The Everlasting Love by the end of this month and might start the next one right away.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hiii,

Do you know of any humiliation kink fics? Such as exposed naked to one another or pantsed? 🫢

Hey Nonny!

Ah, I don't have any personal recs, but here's what I pulled up that was tagged with "humiliation" on my MFL list. As always, if anyone has some to add, please do! Hope these are what you're looking for, Nonny!

HUMILIATION KINK (MFLs)

See also:

Humiliation (Alexx's List)

Humiliation Kink – part 2

Sort You Out by Sexxica (E, 1,562 w., 1 Ch. || Student / Teacher AU ||, Teacher John, Student Sherlock, Spanking, Punishment, Embarrassment, Name-Calling, School Uniforms, Minor Medical Kink, Anal, Shy Sherlock, Humiliation, Slutty Sherlock, Age Difference, Younger Sherlock) – When Sherlock ruins his school uniform, the one that Mr. Watson gives him to wear isn't exactly what he had in mind. His punishment doesn't turn out quite the way he expected either.

Wet to My Touch by splix (E, 3,016 w., 1 Ch. || CAM First Person POV, Rape/Non-Con, Non-Con Touching, Anal Fingering, Humiliation, Extreme Dub Con) – Mands vilje er mands himmerig: His own desire leads every man.

Taming Sherlock Holmes by Sherlock1110 (E, 3,704 w., 2 Ch. || Doms and Subs AU || Dom John, Sub Sherlock, Established Relationship, Humiliation, Kneeling, Punishment, Cock Cage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Butt Plugss, Vibrators, Nipple Play, Collars, Gags, Cuffs, Spreader Bars) – Sherlock is being brilliant in Lestrade's office, pacing around and never being still. It's making Lestrade dizzy, so he offers Sherlock a seat. Part 1 of the Taming the Holmes Brothers series

Company by lookupkate (E, 6,004 w., 2 Ch. || BDSM Club AU || Dom John, Sub Sherlock, Soft Dom John, Mentions of Previous Bad D/S Relationship, Mentions of Previous Non-Con, Humiliation, Happy Ending) – Sherlock goes under cover to suss out an embezzler at a BDSM club. His past is marred by an ex-boyfriend who verbally abused him under the guise of a D/s relationship. What he thinks he needs is a little different than what he needs. Luckily he's placed with someone who can see how fragile he is, Dom John Watson. Once the case is over he realises how much he's going to miss the man. Damn.

You Can't Leave by heat_lightning (E, 19,405+ w., 8/9 Ch. || WiP || Light BDSM, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock, Light Dom/Sub, Mutual Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Verbal Humiliation, Past Drug Addiction, Making Out, Blow Jobs, Nipple Play, Choking, POV Sherlock, Purple Shirt) – John makes plans to leave 221b to move in with his boring, ordinary girlfriend. Sherlock makes some deductions about just how Not Gay John really is, and seduces John to keep him around. He needs John's medical expertise for the Work. Also, rent money. John loves Sherlock. Sherlock loves the Work. Sherlock knows that John at least wants to fuck him. And Sherlock is perfectly willing to exploit John's attractions to him as a means to an end. Obviously. Mycroft is not amused.

Development milestones by HOverSeas (M, 33,266 w., 31 Ch. || Post-T6T, Sherlock Whump, Villain Mary, Child Abandonment, Parentlock, Explosion, Isolation, Stab Woind, Unconsciousness, Stitches, Scars, Asphyxiation, Humiliation, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Happy Ending) – Takes after they come back from Morocco. Mary never died, but her bad decisions still follow her around. John, Sherlock and Rosie need to deal with the consequences.Written for Whumptober 2019. Each chapter is a prompt, posted every day of October.

Shames and Praises by s0mmerspr0ssen (E, 51,919 w., 7 Ch. || Doms and Subs || Dom John, Sub Sherlock, Humiliation, Punishment, Developing Relationship, Riding Crop, Cane) – Unable but desperate to find a dom who will put up with him, Sherlock swallows his pride and turns to Mycroft for help. Shortly after, John Watson steps into Sherlock's life.

I want to go home. Series by IwillbeReichenbach (E, 82,514+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || TEH / Post-Serbia, Canon Compliant, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Sherlock-centric, Torture, Violence, BAMF Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Canon Compliant, Mycroft To The Rescue, Dark, Pain/Hurt, Injury, Waterboarding, Electricity Misuse, Rape Aftermath/Recovery, Humiliation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Broken Sherlock) – A version of the events that occur in Serbia and shortly thereafter. Sherlock is in for a rough time. I have tried my best to keep it canon compliant. 

Somatic Theory Series by CaitlinFairchild (E, 67,872+ w. across 8 Works || Series WiP || BDSM, PWP, Sub Sherlock, Established Relationship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bondage, Top John, Anal /Oral Sex, Masturbation, Enthusiastic Consent, Sex Toys, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Humiliation, Additional Kinks) – “Sherlock, I think you may be on to something.” John tightened his fingers in Sherlock’s hair. “I won’t hit you,” John said, radiating calm control as he pulled hard on the sensitive strands, making him gasp in pain and surprise. “But I’m thinking hitting isn’t the only way to give you what you want. You want sensory input? I can get--” he pulled Sherlock’s head up and leaned closer-- ”Very--” he pulled his hair even harder-- “creative,” he whispered, licking the delicate curve at the top of his ear. Sherlock moaned, a throaty, desperate sound that sent a jolt of fire straight through John’s body. “Oh yes, John,” he breathed. "Yes, please.”

Children of the Small Gods by alexxphoenix42 (E, 285,081+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Regency/Royalty/Historical Magical Fantasy AU || First Meeting, BDSM, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Voyeurism, Cross Dressing, Bisexuality, Humiliation, Minor Character Death, Sensation Play, Festivals, Poetry, Role Playing, Intoxication, Underage Prostitution, Casse Fic, Pregnancy, Drug Use) – Brother John is a recent addition to the Temple of the Small Gods on Baker Street. A mysterious stranger catches his attention one night when he does something that no one else has ever managed to do.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

For the WIP asks - what's Madness, Born in Grief about? The title intrigues me

it's a bloody brilliant title, right?! courtesy of @rabentochter who, every time i am at the brink of ripping my hair out of frustration bc i can't think of a fucking title, saves me by coming up with a bunch of amazing titles within minutes like some sort of title wizard. i owe her with my life

the fic is my last submission for the izuna week which ended months ago but, well, it's still in progress bc it's long af. it's extremely dark and dystopian in which izn kills tbrm instead and hsrm doesn't take tbrm's death well. At All. quite ooc bc hashi goes pretty much batshit insane over his last brother's death, but aahh i'm having the time of my life writing on this even if it's slow going (i'm at 7k and there's still a bit less than half left which is huge for a short shot writer like me wtf). once it's finished, it's going to be my newest pride and joy, even tho i know not many will read it bc it's gen and izn-centric at that, so rip me </3

anyways here's a snippet from my favorite part of the fic:

“Uchiha Izuna.”

Izuna didn’t startle, but his shoulders tensed at the soft voice carried over by the wind. Sensing was no expertise of his like it had been Madara’s, but as a spy he knew how to be on the lookout for another presence, especially now that he was more careful than he had been ever before—and he never felt the presence of the woman speaking. Still didn’t.

Slowly he turned toward the woman to his left at the abandoned house—judging by the size it must be the main family house—inside of which she sat unmoving at the table, a cup of tea in front of her with no steam coming out of it, and the shoji door slid opened, which allowed Izuna to see her in the first place.

The first thing he noticed was the striking red hair like an Uzumaki’s, ragged and visibly not cared for in a long while, and Izuna tried to remember if he ever had seen a red-haired Senju on the battlefield, but her posture spoke of someone more refined than a common warrior, so the chances were unlikely he had encountered her before.

This was a woman who clearly knew how to hold herself with delicate poise despite her run-down appearance, so whoever she was, she was no Senju shinobi.  

“Rather bold of you to show up here, is it not?”

There was sharpness in her voice, but her face remained calm, her eyes following lazily Izuna’s moves as he carefully came closer, shuriken neatly hidden in his palm, ready to strike an attack, if he needed to.

“I like to live on the edge of danger,” Izuna answered humorlessly, flashing his teeth in a bad mimicry of a smile.  

“Ah. You certainly have come to the right place then. Danger is always nearby here.”

[lesetoilesfous]

Ohhh! Do tell me about "The Fox and The Wolf", please!

Ah hehehe thank you!!!!!! 

(Ask about my WIPs, here!)

SO it’s a fairtytale AU set when Anders and Fenris were kids. Anders escapes Kinloch and ends up in Tevinter, specifically hiding in the woods at the end of Danarius’ estate. 

Fenris - now Leto, currently lives near here in the outbuildings next to the laundry where his mother works, with her and Varania. Leto is constantly training and boasting about how one day he’ll be crowned champion of the Minrathous Provings. He is humoured, and more seriously, trained, by an elf with one arm called Ashiren. He constantly challenges Varania to matches, which Varania tries to refuse - having no training in using her magic like this and constantly afraid she’ll hurt both of them.

One day, Varania accidentally lashes out and burns Leto with her magic. Wounded and upset Leto runs into the woods - he’s been going for some time when he sees a faerie - an impossibly pale person with golden hair and golden eyes. Leto goes after the person, and they refuse to speak to him, but eventually he’s able to convince them to eat an apple (they look even skinnier than him). When he does, they heal his scraped knee with magic.

Later, Leto excitedly tells his mother and Varania about the faerie. His mother is immediately extremely concerned about who this mage child must be and forbids him to go back. But Leto is too curious for his own good, and the faerie was so beautiful, and he wants to know their name. Also, he thinks they can’t possibly be a mage. They were way too small and nice to ever be a magister. So he goes back, again and again, and slowly he and the faerie begin to form an awkward kind of friendship.

Right up until Danarius comes down to the laundry houses to supervise his slaves and catches a bored, hurt Varania sulking because Leto has abandoned her again for his precious ‘faerie’. She tells Danarius, and he’s gentle and kind with her. But when Leto comes back Danarius tasks him with catching the faerie and bringing them back to his master.

Everything gets complicated from there...

[ahgastae]

phantasm (pt.1) – namjoon x reader

➥ word count: 1.6k | fluff

➥ m.list

➥ a/n: this is a wip i’ve been saving for a while lol. it’s *technically* a rewrite of an extremely old one-shot i had that didn’t quite turn out how i wanted it so here we are!! i’m thinking of making it a series that i kinda just update whenever i feel like/have time to work on it but idk. feedback is always appreciated, and thanks for reading! ♡

An aggravated sigh leaves your lips, giving up on yet another failed attempt to force the basement door open. The metal handle remains stuck no matter what you do or how hard you push, and at this point you’re starting to run out of ideas. 

Part of you wonders how you managed to get yourself into this situation; locked in the basement of some musty, old abandoned hospital. It’s not exactly everyday people willingly wander into places like this, and you would normally be one of the ones who stayed as far away as fucking possible.

So what changed? What made you take the risk? And how the hell are you going to get yourself out of this?

“Why in the hell would I ever want to do that?” You quirk a brow at your best friend, popping another fry into your mouth as you do. “Actually, scratch that, why the hell would you ever agree to that?” 

The unamused look on Hoseok’s face makes you want to laugh, but you cover it up with another sip of your chocolate shake.

“Because,” Hoseok grumbles with a roll of his eyes, “those little shits can be very persuasive when they want to be. I didn’t want to be the only one in the group who didn’t go, you know?”

You nod your head understandingly, “So you didn’t want to be the one to pussy out.”

“Y/N!”

You burst into a fit of laughter, barely dodging the onion ring he throws your way. Hoseok rolls his eyes again, and the furrow in his brow makes you realize he’s a lot more serious about this than you first thought.

“Okay, okay.” By the time you manage to contain yourself, his scowl has softened slightly. “But if all the guys are going, why do you want me to go so badly?”

Hoseok scoffs, “Uh, are you kidding? That place is going to be creepy as all hell, and I need my best friend there to provide some serious emotional support. And to keep Jungkook from posting videos of me freaking out on Twitter again.”

You both cringe, clearly remembering the last time he got sucked into one of these “adventurous” outings. Jungkook got the silent treatment for a solid three weeks because that clip of Hoseok screaming at a pigeon went viral. The kid still apologizes to this day, but you have a sneaking suspicion he’s behind some of the (admittedly hilarious) edits that have cropped up.

It makes sense for that reason alone as to why Hoseok would want you to tag along, but you’re honestly just as much of a scaredy cat as he is. You’re a lot better at keeping it under wraps, though, always coming up with some excuse for why you can’t go exploring whatever creepy abandoned place his friends want to check out next. But Hoseok has never been the one to ask until now, and you’re more than a little conflicted about it.

“I don’t know, Hobi,” You sigh, glancing down at your half eaten burger. “This has always kinda been your guys’ thing, you know? I’m not really into any of that.”

“Honestly, most of us aren’t, either,” Hoseok shrugs. “The only ones who really like it are Tae, Yoongi, and Kook. The rest of us are kinda just along for the ride.”

“You mean the ride through every possibly haunted, definitely dangerous place in the area.”

“Yeah…”

A small silence falls in between you, and you briefly wonder how in the hell he ever thought this was meant to convince you. Sure, he took you out to lunch, said you could get as many milkshake refills as you desired, put on those heart wrenching puppy dog eyes that you always have to struggle to ignore. But is it really worth getting the shit scared out of you with him and his six friends? One of whom might “accidentally” post a video of you losing your mind over something stupid?

You aren’t ready to become a Twitter meme!

With that terrifying thought, your mind is finally made up. You’re just about to open your mouth and tell Hoseok you just absolutely cannot–

“Joonreallywantedtoknowifyouweregoingtocome!”

The words leave his mouth in a jumbled mess, but you make them out clear as day. You should’ve known that’s the game he was playing. There’s no way Jung Hoseok would come to you with a request like this without having some kind of backup plan. And, unfortunately, his role as your best friend means he knows all about your little crush on the de facto leader of his friend group. You just never thought he’d be so prepared to openly exploit it.

“So what do you say?” Hoseok bites his lip from across the table, and you have a sneaking suspicion he already knows what your answer is going to be.

“...Fine. I’ll go on your stupid ghost trip,” You grumble, a bright smile appearing on Hoseok’s face as he starts to thank you rapidly. “But I’ll break that kid’s phone if he so much as tries to record me!”

Your threat falls on deaf ears, Hoseok already whipping out his phone to presumably tell the other guys. Part of you wants to be mad that you let yourself get played so easily, but does it really count if you knew that’s what he was trying to do?

Eh, whatever. At least he’s happy. And who knows? Maybe you’ll actually end up enjoying yourself after all.

So that was a fucking lie.

You haven’t even been out of the car for five minutes, and you’re already starting to regret leaving your apartment this afternoon. Hoseok said you guys were going to check out some old hospital on the outskirts of town when he picked you up, but you had no idea he meant this far out.

The woods surrounding the “hospital” aren’t particularly thick, but it’s just enough to where you know it’ll terrify the shit out of you when the sun starts to go down. You’re honestly not sure if you’d rather be stuck out here or in the creepy ass building in front of you when that happens. But, if all the guys currently standing around Taehyung’s truck are anything to go by, that decision might be made a lot sooner than you think.

 “Y/N!” One of them suddenly calls, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Stop being a weenie and get your ass over here!”

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself off from your spot leaning against Hoseok’s car and make your way over to the truck bed. The three younger ones are huddled around some sheets of paper in the bed while Jin and Hoseok fiddle with some flashlights and batteries near the open passenger seat. You head over to Hoseok first, curious about the two missing from your party. 

“Hey, where are Joon and Yoongi? I thought you said everyone was coming.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be here,” Hoseok laughs. “Joonie just had to finish up some stuff at work real quick. I’m sure they won’t be long.”

You nod, crossing your arms and scanning over the building in front of you. It definitely looks old. What used to be white paint has faded to a dark, muddy grey, and the windows are either smashed to bits or boarded over with moldy planks of wood. There’s stray graffiti scattered all over the place, the parking lot barely distinguishable from the overgrown weeds and shrubs surrounding the area.

Honestly, everything about it just screams “Danger! Stay the fuck away!” to you. How in the hell did the guys even find this place?

“Ah, fucking finally!”

You’re jolted out of your thoughts once again by one of the boys shouting from the truck bed. It must have been Jungkook, since he’s the one who jumps out and starts running towards the car pulling into the clearing.

Wait, a car? That could only mean-

The car slows to a stop behind Taehyung’s truck, and sure enough, you can just barely see the two boys you were asking about waving to you all inside. Well, one of them is waving. The other seems to be focused on parking without running over the energetic Kook jumping around the car.

You can kind of relate to the younger boy’s excitement, but the butterflies in your stomach are for an entirely different reason.

“What took you guys so long?” Jungkook whines, greeting the two newcomers as soon as they step out of the vehicle. “We were supposed to get into the building before it got dark!”

“I know, I know,” Namjoon apologizes. “We would’ve been here a lot sooner, but-”

“But someone kept insisting on grading ‘one more spelling quiz’ before we left.”

Yoongi’s grumpy pout is as evident as ever as he wholeheartedly throws his roommate under the bus. The three of them have joined the rest of the group now, the other two youngsters leaning over the side of the truck bed.

“You weren’t thinking of ditching us for some second graders, were you, Mr. Kim?” Taehyung teases, quirking an amused brow.

Jimin falls into giggles, “That sounds exactly like something he would do!”

“Hey, I promised the kids I would have them all handed back by Monday!”

Namjoon’s desperate attempts to defend himself are ignored, and you can’t help but smile at the small pout that crosses his face. It’s short lived, though, as Jungkook soon calls everyone’s attention back to him as he hops back up onto Taehyung’s truck.

“Alright, losers, now that we’re all finally here,” A mischievous grin grows on the maknae’s lips. “let’s get down to business.”

[pingo1387]

hmm, for the wip game...“edge” or “attach”?

Why not both? 

Edge 

From A Dream Whose Name I Dare Not Mention 

Zoro stood at the edge of a forest with the bearlike man, the red bubble between them.

~ 

That same evening (so it seemed, for time had no real meaning in that place), Brook stayed away from the raucous drinking Yorki and Crocus and the others were participating in, and sat on the low part of the cliff’s edge. Laboon floated in the water next to him.

~ 

He went to the water’s edge and waited. Laboon surfaced a moment later, bobbing and chirping.

~ 

He turned the wheel, and he would have frowned had he any muscles as he went to the other side of the ship to peer over the edge.

~ 

With a shrug, he leapt off the edge and onto dry land.

~ 

“Yeah,” Sanji said, giving one last kick to his opponent and hurrying to the edge of the cliff. “So we’d better jump!”

~ 

“Don’t you recognize us?” the woman on the bed asked. She beckoned him closer and he approached, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Do we look familiar?”

~ 

From Sealed with a Kiss 

“Ah, lemme get you some drawers and a gown or something,” Luffy exclaimed. Law fell onto the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleeves of the jacket he wore and playing with the buttons, doing and undoing them as he tried to get a handle on the finer of the motor skills.

~ 

Law returned to his own breakfast, using nothing but his face to eat. He soon found he could sip at it from the edge by holding up the bowl with his hands, and used this to finish it off.

~ 

Law finally managed to remove his clothes and put on the nightgown he’d found. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and glanced to the open door.

~ 

From Two Households, Both Alike 

“That’s a shame,” Sanji replied, sitting on the edge of the rock.

~ 

“Sorry, gotta take a hostage!” With that, Franky ran into the tunnel, ducking under stalactites and dodging stalagmites. His way was lit by abandoned miner’s lights scattered around the edges.

~ 

From Your Princess Is in Another Castle 

He held out his right arm, and his hand rocketed up on a chain, latching onto the edge. “Everyone, grab on!”

~ 

“We shouldn’t be,” Gabriella said, staring at the edges of the hole. “This damage looks recent, and deliberate, but . . . how weird! There aren’t any burn marks, like you’d expect from a bomb, right?”

~ 

He took off running and tried to screech to a halt, only to fall into the water. Franky sighed and strolled forward, lying on his stomach at the edge of the platform and reaching down with one arm. A moment later he brought it back up, now clutching Luffy’s arm along with the rest of him.

~ 

“You’re crazy,” Nami snapped. Nonetheless, she backed up and took a running start, leaping across the ledge. Luffy caught her on the other side and helped her get her balance.

~ 

Attach 

From A Dream Whose Name I Dare Not Mention 

“Oh, boy. So, Strawhat told you the Going Merry was beyond repair. You’re super attached to this ship, so you got mad and fought him.” Franky teared up as he spoke. “And y-you . . . you left the crew . . . you left your friends!”

~ 

“Attached to a ship?” Usopp repeated. “Why would I leave those guys over that? It’s just a ship.”

~ 

“But I don’t know why I’d get attached to a ship in the first place,” Usopp repeated. “It seems a little extreme to fight someone over it. And why did the Klabautermann look at me like that? What did it say?”

~ 

From Your Princess Is in Another Castle 

“Aren’t you coming?!” Frankly yelled, making them jump again. He was sticking out of a hole in the ground and impatiently clicked his fingers at them before disappearing down it, following Gabriella. Nami and Franky hurried through the fence and peered down the hole. Finding metal rungs attached to the concrete wall, Franky descended first, and Nami rolled up the Magical Map, stowing it in her jeans pocket before following.

~ 

Thanks for playing! 

[ojerasgigantes]

LIST OF THE BEST FANFICS OF ALL TIME (according to me)

Since we are in quarentine and because of that I’ve reverted to my 2014 tumblr self and have started indulging in fanfics again, and since I’ve read ALOT of them, I decided to make a list and compile the best fanfiction I have ever read. This list is not in any type of ranking or affiliated to one specific fandom, so it’s a bit of a mess. (I will also direct you to the author’s AO3 page, and tumblr if I can find it).

Why do I think this fics are the BEST of the BEST? Well, either, they could be turned into a book and become a best seller by simply changing names, or I think the author has a HUGE potential in becoming a published author. 

Also if you guys think there are fics that are on the level of this ones please PLEASE rec them to me, I don’t care what fandom they are from.

THINGS HAVE GOTTEN CLOSER TO THE SUN by Starseas

Fandom: One Direction Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Zayn Malik Genre/tags: Future fic, end of the world AU Rating: Mature Words: 49k��  Summary:  When a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, Harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

Notes: I no longer read fanfiction involving real people, but this still remains on being one of the best fics I’ve ever read so I had to put it here. So, first of all, I LOVE this author, I used to follow her on tumblr and read everything she published. If I’m not mistaken her tumblr is deserted and she hasn0t posted anything in a long time, but I sincerily hope that she decided to move to writing and publish original works. Second of all, this fic is phenomenal, she somehow manges to portray a sense of despair under the whole romance plot. I cried in the end.

IRREPARABLE by aslightstep (WIP, abandoned?)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) Pairings: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Genre/tags: Fix it Fic, Canon compliant Rating: General Audiences Words: 131k Summary: Forgiveness is a journey, or so Tony was maybe told a long time ago. He doesn't know about any of that and doesn't particularly care to. In the wake of civil war, the Avengers remain, as do their enemies. And Tony Stark rebuilds, as always.He destroys the phone, he burns the letter. But he can't (he won't) eliminate Steve Rogers from his mind.

Notes: Ok, I know I shouldn’t be recommending any abandonded works, but I am recommending this one anyway because the characters depiction are on point!! Tony’s stuborness really shows and it’s all so... realistic? Like it could have actually happened in the comics or in the MCU. It’s a beautiful slow burn, like extremely slow burn, and I just wish the author didn’t left it behind.

THE KUBBLER-ROSS THEORY by antivenom

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman, Deadpool Pairings: Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (barely)  Genre/tags: Drama, Canon compliant, Grief Recovery Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Words: 80k Summary: Peter deals with a loss that immobilizes him and permeates through every drawn breath. In which his grief is a visceral abstraction that he can touch, that he can feel. And in which, with a little help, with time, with acceptance, with anger, with sadness, with Wade, he learns how to live in a world without her.

Notes: The way this author describes and deals with the subject of grief is so real. It’s amazing the way she portrays Peter way of coping with his guilt, her death, and everything in his life. It is incomparable to any other fic or BOOK I have ever read. Also this is the first part of a series, so I’d definitely read it if you are into really good slowburn Spideypool.

BRIGHT HAIR ABOUT THE BONE by MissDisoriental

Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Pairings: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Genre/tags: A/B/O Dynamics, case fic Rating: Explicit Words: 484k Summary: In a world where omegas are little more than trophies to be bought and sold, Will Graham has done the unthinkable by escaping a forced bonding. Already in high demand as a profiler, Will's determined to find freedom on his own terms. For Hannibal Lecter the outlook is far more straightforward: a slow, systematic seduction of the most uniquely captivating omega he's ever encountered. As the shadow of a new and terrifying serial killer falls over Baltimore, the stage is set to redefine all accepted meanings of passion, temptation, horror and beauty – and to discover the ecstasy of a genuine love crime.

Notes: Yes, this fic is half a million words, no I don’t regret staying awake two days in a row just to finish it. Also, yes, I know it’s ABO. I usually don’t read ABO because I don’t like mpreg, but I made an exception for this one because it’s just that good. The way this author writes is so in sync with the series vibe. The descriptions, the way Hannibal speaks and acts, the way Will goes about the situation, this is just amazing.

TWIST AND SHOUT by gabriel and standbyme (@chubbyhawke)

Fandom: Supernatural Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Genre/tags: 60′s AU, War Rating: Explicit Words: 97k Summary: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Notes: Obviously you don’t need an introduction to this one being that it’s the 2nd most kudosed work in AO3 and the most famous fanfiction in the Supernatural fandom. This fic BROKE me, like, actually full on sobbing BROKE me (my dad thought I was about to have a panic attack). It’s an understatement to say I recommend it. I don’t know where this authors are but I sincerly hope they become published one day.

MURDER WITH THE DEVIL AND FRIENDS by MindfulWrath (@mindfulwrath)

Fandom: Achievement Hunter, Rooster Teeth Pairings: Micheal Jones/Ryan Haywood Genre/tags: Western AU, Fake AH crew AU, Murder Mystery, horror Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Words: 205k Summary: Deputy Michael's been working in the little shithole town of Achievement City for a little over a year now. Things have been pretty decent so far (apart from that one creepy coworker), but they're about to get a lot more interesting, and a lot more dangerous.

Notes: Remember when I said i no longer read fanfics about real people? Well, this is, yet again, the exception. This fic just kept popping on my dashboard and after the 8th time I saw it I decided “fuck it”, and opened the link.  Also, remember when I said this ranking isn’t in any specific order? I lied because this is my favorite fanfiction of all time, and I think it’s the best one out there. This fic just get’s under your skin. You feel that somethings wrong from the begining, the mood it sets in just the first paragraph pulls you in and doens’t let you go until it’s done. I have NEVER got so much into any book or fanfic like I have gotten lost in this one. How is it possible that I manage to hate and love Ryan so much in this depiction of him?  This is also the first part of a trilogy called Devil’s Clockwork, and the rest is just as good as this one. Mindfulwrath, I hope you are reading this, and I hope you know how good of a writer you are, and I hope you publish some day, I’ll be the first one to buy anything you publish.

[ysalamiri-queen]

2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

[sharkmartini]

3, 6, 8, 15 ❤️💗💕

Thanks for the asks my love! I’ve been away (and then right back to work!) and I find tumblr posts impossible to format on mobile, so this took me awhile to get to.

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

I answered this here, but honestly most of the stuff I wouldn’t choose to write wouldn’t count as a trope, so there aren’t too many that I can think of. Honestly, most tropes become known because in addition to being everywhere they’re popular. I think if I had a great idea that could really make the trope shine I wouldn’t really shy away from any of them. 

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

LMAO this made me really reflect on myself, but since it’s relating to writing I can save my billion neuroses about myself for another time. I think my biggest problems right now are writing endings (I have no idea how), and writing anything plot-heavy. Action-based fics are a big no-no for me because I find it too hard to write, and it requires more creativity and energy than I have. I’d love to write a long multichaptered fic in which things actually happen, but I don’t know how. Also it would take such a long time I’m afraid I’d lose interest in it and just move on to other fic ideas.  

My writing pace is another weakness. I write very very slowly. For fics over 10k it often takes me 6mos to a year to finish them, and shorter ones I often abandon in favour of other WIPs I decide I like more. Ideally I would learn how to stick to something once I’ve started, but this is supposed to be a hobby and I’ve never been good at self-motivating.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ah, cool. I was told recently that I write relatively good dialogue, which was extremely flattering because I struggle with it and have often wished to improve.

This hasn’t been published yet, but I’m fond of this exchange, written for my one-sided Baz/Lamb fic that I’ve been poking at since the WS release.

I like it because I think it’s a good mix between being kind of fun (esp at the end) and sounding like a conversation that could actually happen between two people. I think that’s the hardest part of dialogue, making it interesting to read, informative enough to move the story forward, and also something that might realistically come out of someone’s mouth.

Also a lot of the dialogue in A Gentleman’s Agreement was also a point of pride, since it took me much longer to try and emulate some of the language patterns of the time. I obviously didn’t follow the rules for the whole story, but some of the dialogue was a good effort and came across nicely. 

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Probably something that would translate well to the different medium. A Gentlemen’s Agreement would also be my first choice, if only for the scenery and excellent regency outfits I pictured the entire time I was writing it. I found that story a lot easier to picture and at one point kept little details like the layout of the Pitch estate and what I thought Baz’s study would look like. I think it would make for a good-looking and aesthetic film, which for some reason has always been very very important to me when deciding if I like a movie or not.

💖💖💖 Thanks so much again for the asks!!! 💖💖💖

☀️writer asks☀️

[subsequentibis]

under a cut bc these are WIPs both in the sense that the art is not complete and the thoughts are not complete but if i don’t at least say Something in a semi-public space i will spontaneously combust. combining some of my current Favorite Things, the crane wives, the terror, and Character Parallels

thinking! about! crozier / goodsir parallels! specifically because there’s a song by the crane wives called “high horse” that i was originally like, ah yes, this is a crozier song! and then i started thinking oh... but it’s also a little bit a goodsir song, possibly? so! lyrics that make me think about both of them and cry a little bit! and that i will eventually make into a mirrored comic!

I’m done thinking about it / You’re never gonna get what you want / So why feel guilty about it?

this feels very much like what they both think about hickey, towards the end - both understand that they’re going to have to do something extremely unpleasant to solve their hickey-related problems. goodsir is going to have throw aside the hippocratic oath entirely and poison the men he pledged to protect, and not only that, he’s going to have to take his own life.* crozier has to give up on hickey. he refuses to forgive him. he’ll try to save the other men but he has made the conscious decision to abandon hickey. does that mean killing him? does that mean leaving him behind to die in the arctic? unclear! but it means that if the rest of them are going to get back to england, hickey is not. he makes that decision back in ep 8 when he decides to hang hickey, but he holds onto it all the way through to the end. they are both done thinking about it - done second guessing, done trying to save a man they now believe is beyond saving. he’s never going to get what he wants,** at least as long as goodsir and crozier’s plans work out he won’t, so why feel guilty about it? that last bit sticks - i don’t think it’s justifying why the singer doesn’t feel guilty, i think it’s the singer questioning themselves - why do i still feel guilty, even after all of that? i think goodsir recognizes his own guilt. even though it wasn’t intentional, he’s the cause of a lot of awful things on the expedition. loads of other people have pointed this out better than i could, so i won’t go into that. but i think that guilt sticks to him and we can tell - he carries the photographs, the broken glass, these reminders of his failures. whether or not he can be held responsible he still feels responsible. crozier knows he fucked up with hickey. he was too familiar and then too harsh - brought him too close then threw him aside for the crime of anticipating his own orders. i don’t think there’s any reconciliation they could have that would smooth that over. crozier refuses to forgive hickey, but hickey asks if crozier includes himself in his forgiveness. i don’t think he can.

We get what we deserve / We never really learn

and later:

We get what we deserve (don’t we?) / We never really learn (or do we?)

oh god this is where my thinking really falls apart, unfortunately. there’s something here about like... Respect, right? crozier demands respect. he thinks he deserves respect, or at least that he ought to get it.*** goodsir wants an entirely different kind of respect - crozier tells fitzjames never to call him francis again. goodsir tells macdonald he wishes macdonald would call him harry. neither get what they ask for, what they (arguably) deserve. and with their endings - goodsir Did Not Deserve That. goodsir deserved someone to drive him to the hospital and hold his hand in the waiting room.**** crozier deserved... hm. i dunno what he deserved. maybe he deserved to go back home and retire and sit by a fireplace with a mug of tea for a while. ‘deserve’ no longer looks like a word to me so i’m going to drop this line of thought. but anyway, these lines and how they’re changed later in the song echo this feeling i have of the show of people thinking of the world a certain way and learning that they are Very Wrong by the end. they ring especially true for crozier and goodsir, at least to me, and i’m trying to find the right words to articulate it but they’re alluding me. which is very frustrating! this is why i draw silly comics instead of writing meta.

You are never going to change her mind / So don’t try (x2)

oh man! oh boy! aw, fuck!!! okay so this one is probably pretty obvious. crozier proposes to sophia twice, and both times she rejects him. she makes it clear why she won’t marry him. they are Not Compatible, crozier can’t stop being a captain and sophia can’t attach herself to a captain. goodsir pleads with silna to stay. she can’t stay, she isn’t safe with him as long as he’s with the other men, and he has a duty to stay with them. did i want him to go “actually, fuck this” and go off with her? yes. dear god did i ever want that. could he have? i don’t think so. very striking to me that there are like, three named female characters and crozier and goodsir are tied to two of them!

* does he have to? not really. but he decides to. i think that counts.

** what hickey wants is really unclear to everyone except possibly hickey himself. but i think goodsir and crozier think hickey wants to get back to england, because at the end of the day, all of them do. they can’t stay here.

***  are those different? i think they are in a way i can’t quite articulate. possibly it’s related to his position as irish and middle class - sir john deserved respect because of his station, crozier ought to get it despite his, something to that effect.

**** you know who you are.

[silentstep]

WIP Tag Meme

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by @elsajeni (thank you)!  She split hers into “active” and “abandoned,” which I’m... only sort of going to do, because everything aside from The Fic (y’all know the one by now) gets ruthlessly forced to the eternal backburner to languish the second it starts looking like it’d be enough work that it’d interfere with The Fic.  Work/family life/social life/my goddamn brainweasels all interfere hard enough with the fic as it is.

Active WIPs, or: The Fic, The Magnum Opus, The Giant Sprawling Hobbit Fix-It (that @rakshasi-sue says I am not allowed to call a fix-it despite its happy ending due to all the horrible whumpy nonsense I gleefully pile onto the characters in the meantime)

Chapter Seven is happening!  I have no idea yet what chapter seven will actually be about!  Dunlendings with salt mines!  Stonefoots with massive self-contained chemosynthesis-based cave ecoystems!  My ill-advised tendency to let the fact that I personally think dicks are hilarious influence my actual writing!  (I definitely called my local library and asked the poor librarian how the fuck I was supposed to research methods of salt mining in medieval Europe though!  “Is this for school” she asked!  And I had to stutter my way through “nnooo this is for a... uh... a fantasy novel...”!)

chapter 7 is ~5,600 words so far, bringing the fic’s total up to ~263,500 words.  (FINALLY BEATING ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, HAH.)

Not Abandoned, Hopefully Will Not Take Me Much Longer

@setnet asked “POV” for the fic meme so I’m planning to scribble out the dwarven perspective on the Daeron thing (though @setnet, please feel free to request a POV of something else specifically if you’d prefer)

Probably Abandoned, At Least Until The Hobbit Fic Is Done (In Approximately 50 Years At This Rate, Ugh)

a.) Yoda dies fighting Sidious, Obi-Wan takes Luke & Leia and runs away with Dexter Jettster post-Order 66 to raise them as Jedi as best he can on a merchant freighter (meanwhile, Katooni joins the Ohnaka Gang)  (meanwhile, an injured-but-definitely-alive Mace Windu finds his tiny grandpadawan Caleb Dume and they start searching the galaxy for other surviving Jedi while helping the fledgeling Rebellion)

b.) an even-by-my-standards-stunningly self-indulgent fic where Ned Stark receives a whole slew of prophetic dreams (and a dæmon direwolf) the night Aerys murders his father and brother, successfully convinces Jon and Robert that the rebellion should not be about seating someone new on the Iron Throne but rather breaking the kingdoms back into seven, and then rescues Elia and her children ostensibly as bargaining chips to get Lyanna back from her captors (but also because Ned is Ned and Ned thinks killing children is bad to do because hes not a horrible monster)

c.) ah yes, the Damerons

d.) Obi-Wan Leaves The Jedi Over A Misunderstanding; Jedi Apprentice!verse,  could also be titled Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Talk Past Each Other: The Fic (don’t worry Qui-Gon manages to straighten things out and bring him back but only after a contrivedly long series of adventures that feature truly ridiculous amounts of Missed Him by That Much)

e.) Obi-Wan/Satine year-on-Mandalore (can I even call myself an Obitine shipper if I don’t have at least one of these I mean honestly)

f.) Obi-Wan/Commander Cody, Fake/Pretend Relationship For Purposes of Undercover Work (doylistically it’s also for the excuse to have Obi-Wan wear pretty skirts & show lots of skin)

g.) When Sidious commands Dooku to kill Ventress to prove his loyalty, Dooku agrees to his face then immediately comms Ventress, orders her home RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY, reveals the whole plot to the Senate, helps the Jedi overthrow Sidious & de-chip the clones, then looks really smug when the Republic agrees to recognise the Confederacy as an independent body and there’s peace in the galaxy and the Jedi aren’t allowed to hunt him down as a Sith because he’s out of their judisdiction now, and in fact they have to stand there next to Republic dignitaries at diplomatic functions between the two political entities and furiously grind their teeth at his existence (meanwhile he hasn’t noticed how much lighter his and Ventress’ auras are slowly getting oops)  (meanwhile Ventress and Obi-Wan keep meeting at these same diplomatic functions and dancing incredible Force-assisted tangoes together (meanwhile in a 20 mile radius of this event bodices ripping men turning bisexual it was amazing the end))

h.) listen unfortunately I’m probably going to write a “while living in the Blue Mnts the Ereboreans encounter a dark-haired Noldo with a very sad, very beautiful voice who’s just wandering up and down the shoreline spilling haunting laments all over the landscape & they eventually get fed up & just kidnap him underground and use sacred hospitality as an excuse to be very stern about one’s need to eat” because please someone take care of my poor precious kinslaying baby

i.) I’m not realistically planning to write this one but.  Stratford Festival did a production of The Changeling by Thomas Middleton and it was very good and the ending was a good ending, it was perfect and cathartic and I am so glad of it but Have You Considered A Version Where The Bad Guys Win, Sincerely, SilentStep

(it’s so easy, listen, when Alcemero locks Joanna in the room and confronts De Flores with his knowledge of the murders right outside, within earshot, De Flores hears enough and then, breathing heavily, shouts Joanna!  Permission!  and there’s a two-and-a-half-second extremely charged silence before she cries Granted! in a voice that nearly breaks-- and De Flores leaps forward and kills Alcemero.  And then the others come in but the two of them don’t even need to discuss their story to get it straight: O, Lord de Piracquo, here is the body of the man who murdered your brother, we are so sorry you could not kill him yourself but when Joanna found Lord Alonzo’s ring in her husband’s medicine-chest and confronted him he threatened her but she had already told De Flores as insurance so he locked her up and tried to kill De Flores intending to kill her afterward but De Flores killed him in self-defense-- oh, right, sure, he had an alibi for the time of the murder, but that was because he’d paid Antonio to actually do the deed & then disappear.

The innocent Tony is put to death.  Jasperino flees in the night.  Tomazo departs with some closure.  And for his services, Joanna manages to suggest in such a way that her father thinks it was his own idea, De Flores gets her hand in marriage.

She turns up pregnant quick enough that rumors start that her son is actually Alcemero’s-- he does resemble De Flores, but it’s hard for people who won’t look past his father’s birthmark to tell.  eventually the kid goes to his mother and asks her, shaky-voiced, if she’s sure he’s his father’s son, what if he’s not, what if he’s really the son of a murderer--

and Joanna goes to her knees and takes his shoulders in her hands and looks him steadily in the eyes and says, low-voiced and sure, An thou wert the son of two murderers, it could not make thee other than thou art, nor would we love thee less.)

I mean uh..................... I have morals

unfortunately I’m... actually unsure who of you guys are writing stuff!  @ravensrising, @setnet, @edgewitch, @rubyredboots, @sandovers, @notbecauseofvictories, come on anyone who writes stuff pls do this meme & pretend I tagged you I want to know what you’re working on

[jesatria]

Fic: The Other Princeps, Chap 30

Title: The Other Princeps Fandom: Codex Alera Characters: Aquitainus Attis, Amara, Antillus Raucus, Ensemble Pairings: past!Attis/Invidia, slight past!Attis/Septimus, Attis/OCs Word Count: 3,090 Rating: R Summary: In which Attis’s confrontation with Invidia during the Battle of Riva goes better for him. AU. WIP. Warnings: Massive spoilers for First Lord’s Fury. Disclaimer: I do not own the Codex Alera. This is only for fun & no profit is being made from it. Previous Chapters:

1. A Close Escape | 2. Appearances | 3. Endurance | 4. New Allies | 5. The Message | 6. Night Companions | 7. A Warm Welcome | 8. The Second Wall | 9. A Brief Respite | 10. The Offer | 11. The Test | 12. Garrison | 13. Final Preparations | 14. The Assassins | 15. The End | 16. After the End | 17. Face to Face | 18. News & Negotiations | 19. Taking Stock | 20. Memorials | 21. Clearing the Air | 22. Renewal | 23. The Road to Aquitaine | 24. The Battle of Aquitaine | 25. Homecoming | 26. Camilla | 27. The Children | 28. Settling In | 29. Adjustments

Chapter 30: Discussions

       The following day, I dispatched the Third Aquitaine to deal with the Vord remaining in my province. They were still extremely eager to kill as many Vord as possible. The other Legions, by contrast, seemed content to remain where they were. The Third would be accompanied by two of the auxiliary Legions, those which were composed of men from the south. I also sent the Windwolves’ messenger back with new orders, informing them that the Legions would soon be joining them. I did not consider it necessary to go in person. If my presence was required, they knew to contact me with a watersending.

         This left me free to continue to focus on restoring my city. Once the fields were ready for planting, I had the earthcrafters working on the necessary repairs to the wall. Woodcrafters were already at work planting crops in the fields. I was entirely confident the city would once again be as it had been before the war. Since I’d returned and lifted the siege, a number of people had left. They’d been refugees, mostly from the south, who fled the advance of the Vord to seek shelter behind Aquitaine’s walls. I’d taken to having lists of the liberated towns and steadholts posted in the city regularly. This way the refugees might be informed if their homes were safe to return to. I confess I was eager to see them go, though I never would’ve done anything like kick them out. Their departure lessened the strain on the city’s resources.

         While all of this went on, I was free to devote the necessary time to finding suitable tutors for the children. This issue had been complicated slightly by the revelation that Melitta could not read or write. As Mira could do neither, she’d been unable to teach her. This meant that basic literacy would have to come before anything else save furycrafting. Most scholars believe it is more difficult to learn these things the older you are, just as it is more difficult to learn a language as an adult than as a child. I’d likely have the opportunity to put that to the test, as it seemed I’d have to learn Marat if they were to settle in my province. The only languages I currently knew were Aleran, naturally, and the ancient Romanic tongue, which I’d been forced to learn as a child. It was not necessary for Melitta to learn that, but illiteracy could not be tolerated.

         Phaidros was somewhat better off in this area. He could read on a basic level and knew all his letters, but he confessed he’d never had much cause to read before. Brothels are hardly known for their large repositories of books, at least not books appropriate for a young boy to read. He was not yet at the age where erotic texts and lovemaking manuals would interest him. Well, he would soon learn the joy of reading if I had anything to say about it.

         As for Thyra, I didn’t have to do anything to encourage her to read. Her face lit up as soon as I showed her the library. “Oh,” she gasped as she took in the cavernous room with its shelves upon shelves of books. It had taken my ancestors centuries to accumulate this collection and I was justly proud of it. The room was large, with a high vaulted ceiling. Most of the shelves contained books, but some scrolls could be seen here and there. These were the oldest items in the collection, as scrolls had been fully supplanted by books. Some of them were growing fragile and would need to be replaced with more durable books soon. Numerous tables, desks, chairs, and couches could be found throughout the library. Thyra’s eyes were wide as she tried to take in all of it.

         “You are welcome to read any text in the collection anytime you like,” I assured her.

         “Truly?” I nodded. “It’s incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it in my life!” she exclaimed.

         “I’m proud to say it is known as one of the greatest libraries in Alera,” I replied. “Not as extensive as the library at the Academy, but impressive nonetheless.”

         Thyra’s face fell slightly. “That must’ve been something to see. I wish I’d had the chance to go to the Academy and see it.”

         I laid a hand on her shoulder. “I regret that you lost the opportunity to attend the Academy. My years there were the best of my life.” I smiled fondly at the memories, but elected not to elaborate further. There would be a time to tell them about my relationship with Septimus. Now was not that time. “You need not abandon your hopes of attending the Academy—I believe the First Lord intends to reopen it once he’s settled on a permanent capital.”

         Thyra cocked her head skeptically. “Do you really think so?”

         “I wouldn’t mention it to you if I didn’t. In the meantime, all of this is available to you.”

         An expression of pure delight returned to her face. “Thank you, Father!” Then, to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around me. It was the first time she’d done so. The gesture took me aback for the moment before I responded by returning her embrace. We remained that way for perhaps a minute before she pulled away and promptly went off to peruse the nearest shelf. I took this as my cue to depart and headed back to my study.

         There was a stack of papers waiting on my desk. Such was part of being a High Lord—having to deal with endless rounds of paperwork. My father had been sure to impress upon me the importance of handling paperwork in a prompt fashion and not pushing it aside to be done later. It was something I tried to make a point of doing, despite my dislike of doing paperwork. This time, I was given a momentary reprieve when I sensed a familiar presence in the small fountain pool across from my desk. Raucus’s craggy face was staring up at me from the pool.

         “Raucus!” I exclaimed. “I can’t say I was expecting to hear from you so soon. How goes things in Antillus?”

         “Great!” His happiness hit me hard even through the watersending. “We took the city yesterday.”

         “Was it difficult?”

         “Not at all. The defenders were still standing strong and the Icemen proved willing to give us a bit of an assist.”

         “No doubt that pleased the First Lord. It is in keeping with the new Alera he intends to build. Speaking of which, how stands the wall issue?” I inquired.

         He tensed. “I still don’t like it, but there’s no swaying him on the matter. If I accepted him as First Lord, I have to accept this.”

         “I’m sure the people of the shield cities will not take such a line. Do they know about it?”

         “With the Icemen assisting us at Antillus, it was hard to keep that under wraps,” Raucus replied. “My Legions were… unhappy, to say the least.”

         “How did you handle them?”

         “Talked to them at Octavian’s request. I managed to get them to accept it. That was something, considering I don’t like it myself.”

         I threw back my head and laughed. “Our Rhetoric Maestro would’ve been proud of you.”

         “That’d be the first time,” he answered with a guffaw.

         “Ah yes, I do recall it was never a particularly strong subject of yours.” It was true. Raucus had his strengths, and rhetorical skill was not among them. His ineptitude in this subject had provided me with plenty of material for mockery in the time before we became friends. This behavior had initially been a source of shame for me after that happened, but our relationship eventually progressed to the point where we could joke about it.

         “Never cared much for that class. Came in handy this time, though.”

         “Indeed. Have you had much time to settle in? How goes matters with your family?”

         He sighed heavily before answering. “It’s about the same as it was when you left Riva. Max is still sticking by the First Lord’s side.”

         “Can you really say you and I would’ve been any different with Septimus?” I asked, a grin playing at the corners of my mouth.

         “No. You’ve got me there,” he conceded, though I could tell he was still disappointed.

         “And what about Crassus?” I asked, softening my tone. “How is he doing?”

         Raucus’s lips tightened. “There’s no change in him since Riva. Dorotea’s still tending to him constantly, but his condition hasn’t changed.”

         “I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied. “I’d hoped he might show some improvement. Well, there’s always the possibility that he just needs more time.”

         “I hope you’re right,” said Raucus in a tone which indicated he had no inclination to discuss the subject any further.

         “Speaking of children,” I continued, “I have something to share with you.”

         “What is it?”

         “I recently discovered that I have three bastards of my own. There was possibly another, but I learned he died in the war.”

         Raucus let out a hearty laugh. “Do you really?” He didn’t give me an opportunity to answer. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. How’d you find out?”

         “I searched for them. The conversations you and I had on the subject got me thinking. And I suppose living through the end of the world has a way of making one think about these things,” I told him.

         “So what are you doing? Giving them money? Pardon me, Attis, but you’ve never seemed to me the sort of man interested in fathering.”

         I grinned. “Allow me to surprise you. I acknowledged all three of them and they’re living here with me in the palace. I mean to raise them, Raucus, raise them as if they were legitimate.”

         Raucus nodded with a look of regret in his eyes. “I wish you the best of luck with it. At least you won’t have a jealous wife determined to murder them.”

         “I’ve had enough of jealous wives for a lifetime, thanks.” That got a laugh out of him. “I do intend to marry again, but this time it’ll be my choice.”

         “You, get married again?” he questioned. “I’d have thought you’d take advantage of Octavian reforming the marriage laws to avoid it altogether.”

         “An appealing suggestion, but I’m afraid it’s unavoidable. I still need a legitimate heir.”

         Raucus was silent for a moment, pondering my statement. “You know, you could always make one of your bastards your heir. Octavian wouldn’t have any problem with that, for one.”

         I filed that piece of information away to think upon later. “I confess I hadn’t considered that—they haven’t been here long. Would you believe I’ve already gotten some marriage proposals?”

         He grinned. “I believe it.”

         After that, the conversation moved away from family matters to military affairs, as I wasn’t about to ask Raucus for parenting advice. He told me that the Placidas had been sent with their Legions to liberate their city now that Antillus was secure. Octavian would be following with support once Antillus was fully set to rights. Raucus himself would remain behind to see to his city. When all was said and done, we ended up talking for quite a while. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed once I bade farewell to Raucus and turned my attention to the stack of papers on my desk.

         That evening, we dined together again. I didn’t think it was yet time to introduce my children to the rest of the family, though they had encountered a few of them simply by living in the palace. Besides, I didn’t necessarily dine with the entire family every single day. This time, they seemed more comfortable than I’d yet seen them. Thyra in particular looked quite content.

         After dinner, Camilla and I passed another evening together in my solar, dining on dried dates and nuts. “What do you make of these?” I inquired, handing her the marriage proposals.

         “You are asking me for my opinion on your letters?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow. “That is new. Did you ever ask her to give her opinion on such things?”

         I chuckled. “Is that jealousy, Camilla?”

         “No, only a bit of curiosity.”

         “Well, in that case I’ll indulge you. I only shared personal letters with Invidia if they contained information relating to our plans. Otherwise, never.”

         Her curiosity satisfied, Camilla read the letters. When she was done, she set them on the desk with a laugh. “I cannot say I’m surprised. If you hadn’t come to the villa the day after returning home, no doubt my mother would’ve insisted I pay you a visit.”

         Knowing her mother as I did, that wouldn’t have surprised me in the least. It was she, after all, who’d trained Camilla in the courtesan’s arts from a young age. She did such a good job that Camilla had already become one of the most famous courtesans in the city scarcely a year after she’d made her debut. It was then that we made our first acquaintance. “And what do you think of them?”

         “I think the thought of marrying some lovely young woman must be greatly appealing to you,” she said coyly.

         “Well, I can hardly deny that outright, though I will add that age can be just as pleasing as youth.”

         She raised an eyebrow. “But older women cannot provide you with a legitimate heir. That would be your primary reason for marrying again, would it not?”

         “It would. I am in need of a legitimate heir,” I replied. “A young wife would be ideal for that purpose.”

         Camilla’s hand drifted down to her belly. “You already have children, and another to come.”

         “Not legitimate ones, and that’s unfortunately what counts.” Raucus’s earlier words about legitimizing my bastards came to mind as I spoke. The idea was appealing but rather far-fetched, even with Octavian’s approval, as most of the country was unlikely to accept it. “But this time, it will be my choice whom I marry. Invidia was forced on me by my parents. I aim to choose a wife to my liking this time around.” The feeling was very liberating, given how vociferously I’d railed against my first marriage.

         “Are you seriously considering any of these proposals?” she asked.

         “I’ve scarcely given them any serious thought, let alone made any replies. I thought I’d get your opinion first.”

         She pursed her lips in thought before replying. “I don’t in fact know any of these prospective brides. A courtesan is hardly someone considered appropriate company for a young lady of the Citizenry. And there is also the small matter that I’ve fucked most of their fathers or former husbands.”

         I couldn’t keep myself from laughing at that last remark. “Have you really?”

         “It’s the truth. I can’t imagine many of their mothers would be overly fond of me, nor would those whose husbands patronized me,” she said. “As I will be your officially-recognized consort and the mother of one of your children, that must be taken into consideration.”

         “Indeed. I endured one wife prone to jealousy; I’ll not endure another. I fully intend to find a wife who will at least tolerate my infidelity.” I had to admit that was quite high on the list of qualifications.

         “Perfectly understandable,” she replied with a grin. “Perhaps a young wife would be best. She’d be ripe for childbearing and would likely come to the marriage more… malleable than an older woman. She would not know as much of marriage or the world.”

         “Are you suggesting I seek out a nubile, naïve young girl to be my wife?” I asked, grinning.

         “Not necessary—I’m merely pointing out that there is a case to be made that such a girl would suit your needs,” she replied candidly.

         “I’ll consider it. I suppose I could tolerate marriage to such a girl—I could certainly mold her into a pleasing lover. And I have you for companionship,” I pondered. But even as I said the words, I knew they were without conviction. That was, essentially, what I’d done before when married to Invidia. I’d sought pleasure and companionship outside of marriage so often that it became second nature to me. But now… I was suddenly unsure. I put the letters aside. “That is enough talk of marriage for now. I shall have to decide what response to make to these proposals eventually, but today is not the time.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her softly. “Thank you for your advice. I will certainly take it into consideration.”

         “And I am happy to consult with you further on the subject whenever you should require my counsel,” she purred.

         All this talk of marriage and producing heirs turned my thoughts once more to her pregnancy. My fingers slid down to her belly of their own volition. She was not yet showing—it was still too early for that—but it would not be long. “How are you feeling, Camilla?” I asked softly.

         She leaned her head against my shoulder. “Fine, mostly. The nausea was… unpleasant in the earliest months, but it has passed.”

         “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve noticed your appetite has increased from what I am used to seeing from you. I trust the food here has been to your liking?”

         Camilla shrugged. “I have no complaints of it. The food is good, considering we are recovering from a siege and a horrific war.”

         I nodded. “It is my sincere hope that once the new harvest comes in, the food situation will begin to return to normal. I’m sorry you had to endure a siege in your condition.”

         “Don’t be.” She reached up to stroke my cheek. “It was my choice, Attis. We were fortunate to be able to provide some of our own food and have enough money to buy what we didn’t produce. My mother took it upon herself to ensure I never wanted for food.”

         “I shall have to thank her for taking such good care of you. If you crave anything in particular, do not hesitate to tell me and I will do all I can to procure it for you. I’ll go hunting every day to keep you supplied with fresh game if you desire it,” I said earnestly.

         “I will keep that generous offer in mind,” she murmured, and turned my face to hers. Her lips were soft as silk.

[soul--scribbles]

WIP Tag Game

Alright so I saw this tag meme going around and figured I’d give it a shot!

I was tagged by @madamemalfoy21 and I’m supposed to talk about my “works in progress” 

1. Wicked Idols/Los ídolos malvados - So this is actually my first ever original fantasy fiction story I’ve ever attempted. It’s about a young American girl named Katrina who goes to Mexico on a trip with her parents. While she’s there, she gets into a nasty scuffle with a ghost woman who tries to kill her, and is saved by her “knight in shining armor” who happens to be a Mexican Grim Reaper! The Reaper rescues her and of course Katrina gets tagged along to join her in the ancient city of Aztlan, which is only known to her by the mythology books she reads as a city that was heard of but never really found, so it was considered a lost world. She meets a lot of quirky fun characters and does seem to have a knack for getting into trouble, but she learns a lot about herself and the world she’s in along the way.

I honestly love this story so much but I had a bit of writer’s block during a certain chapter that I put it away, and I haven’t touched it in a year *tears* A lot of my character designs came from this story (since developing characters for fanfiction was always harder for me in my opinion) but this was an opportunity for me to actually create a fantasy novel based on the mythology (Gods/Goddesses) of Mexico because you just don’t really see or hear anything about my country’s awesome mythological culture! This story just happens to be my version of how I want to portray these Gods so that people can enjoy them and understand the basis of where Mexican culture came from c:

2. House of V - Okay soooo this is technically the first fanfiction I’ve ever done. I started it out with my bud @madamemalfoy21 being my editor because fanfiction writing just doesn’t come as easily to me as it does for her and others, so I had to make sure that putting the story together made sense for those reading it who know the canon to Diabolik Lovers.

The main focus is on Yui who after living with the Sakamakis for awhile runs into a young nun in her father’s now abandoned church. She keeps running into a few of them until finally she meets the entire convent that the young nun is from. What Yui doesn’t quite get is that these aren’t just ordinary nuns, but supernatural nuns. She becomes enlisted in their church, however she has to heed by their rules of helping the convent take down the vampires who put her through such hell. It’s rated M for violence, major character death, and sexual situations~

I actually have future chapters already typed up for this story that I never got to posting but I’m in the editing process of it right now because I’m known to drag on stories for so long that I end up creating my own “fillers” in my stories. xD This story will get to the major points soon, I promise!

3. Diabolik Academy - This is my second Diabolik Lovers fanfiction, that is posted, but I went on hiatus after the first 4 chapters. It’s about a young Japanese girl named Ai Kimura who gets transferred to Ryoutei Gakuen, the most prestigious school in Japan. She has a very strained relationship with her parents and wants nothing to do with their plans about her, but when she steps inside the school she soon finds out that this school isn’t like how it’s portrayed in the media. Reiji Sakamaki is the headmaster at the school, and Ai, along with her new troublemaker friend Kumiko Tatsumi, have to learn the hard way that having the Sakamaki brothers as teachers isn’t going to be easy when it comes to fighting for their survival and sanity. This is actually a crossover between Diabolik Lovers and American Horror Story because I love AHS so much so I added a LOT of those elements into this fic.

This story is more like a come and go when I get the feeling for it. This isn’t supposed to be a super in depth story, but I actually created it to practice writing out my personal traumas my friends and I dealt with when we were in high school and middle school. My schools consisted of violence, drug use, and lots of sexual assault from teachers, so I’m using Diabolik Lovers as a coping mechanism to help express that by writing this story. A lot of the incidences that will happen have actually occurred to me or people I know, so it’s not going to be pretty.

4. Harry Potter/Diabolik Lovers crossover - I swear everyone thinks I only do Diabolik Lovers ehehehe 8D but hey, if you like something, might as well be involved in it! 

This is a crossover story that I co-write with my bud @madamemalfoy21 and is actually up on our sideblog @hogwartsdarkbridal. We each have our unique OC, she has Akari Motegi the Ravenclaw, and I have Kuroe Katsuragi the Slytherin. They’re both best friends and it’s a story in process about how each of these girls end up with their “significant” other. Akari is paired with Reiji Sakamaki and Kuroe is paired with Shin Tsukinami.

Unfortunately, we’re on a permanent hiatus because we’re both extremely busy in our real lives, and we’re working on other projects that we’re both interested in elsewhere. What I really love about this story is that even though it’s a canon/oc fic with the DL boys, we both are so immersed in Harry Potter that we make sure our story is as close to canon to Harry Potter as much as possible. We’re both in these fandom hells so it’s like the best combination ever. Plus it helped us practice writing for the different DL boys and HP characters, so we really got to test our canon knowledge to keep everyone in character! And because we’re like the best writing duo team~ ;D

5. The Graphic Novel with No Name - Alright so this is the second serious original story I’m working on. It doesn’t have a title yet because this story has stumped me when it comes to fleshing the hell out of my characters, so that process isn’t even done yet.

It’s based in Mexico City, and the main protagonists are Remi and his little sister Catalina. They’re both young kids and because they have to live in the harsh reality of being street children and trying to survive in the slums of Mexico City, Remi gets into serious trouble when he messes up a drug transaction between two competing cartel groups. Thankfully his life is spared when he gets brought in to meet the boss of the most notorious cartel groups in all of Mexico, and to repay his debt for messing up, he is hired on into the group and has to do everything they ask, or it’s his life. Like any sensible person, he wants nothing to do with this gang of criminals, but he has no choice and to protect his little sister from harm, he accepts the job.

I consider this story a graphic novel because I have a storyboard panel of how I want it to look like with my art since I want this story to be shown. Right now it’s completely in Spanish, but I may eventually try to translate it into an understandable English, but I’m not sure if it’ll have the same effect. This is a story where I want to exploit the horrors of the narco traficantes and cartel groups and how badly they’re destroying my country. It’s not going to be a nice story and my cartel group (even though they’re the focus of the story) are actually villains because they are corrupt, they are murderers, and they have absolutely no remorse for anything they do. These are not good people at all.

But if you want to like/love them, then hey, be my guest! My characters are absolutely terribad, but I really love it when people enjoy them as well ^^

I tag anyone who wants to do this! Thank you for reading :D

[crystalcell]

Old Ch1 wip

This is an older version of my first chapter that I plan on revamping in the future.

Enjoy!

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The world was a dark and empty place. It was because only so much could be filled at a time, and that made the world both serene and lonesome. Sometimes I dreamt about simply floating through the void like I was just some asteroid myself. 

But the nothingness around me would probably be soul-crushingly lonely, so the dream almost always implodes on itself as my mind begins to think about all the things that could happen in empty space.

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My day begins with the tune of flutes coming from my alarm clock speakers, the gentle sounds both sudden enough to wake me and soothing enough to, ironically, not be too alarming.

I reflexively hit the 'snooze' button as I finally begin to process my surroundings. When my brain catches up with my body, I turn my alarm off properly, but the bed's too comfy to leave. I don't really attempt to break free from the soft embrace of my bed covers, sinking further into the synthetic fabric. It's only when I hear the louder sound of a bell that I begin to actually wake up.

"Rise and shine, Aóde!" The cheery synthesized voice almost seems to vibrate through the walls of my room. "Don't want you to be late for school!"

Ah yes. School.

It is indeed a school, but at the same time, it really isn't.

It was originally my idea to attend an actual learning facility, but it's recently become more of a hassle than it's worth. My parents aren't too keen on me abandoning my only real chance to interact with the world outside our house and the doctor that easily, but I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready to experience the world outside like others do.

I found myself finally out of bed, stumbling towards my bathroom as I prepared to look alive. When I make it to the bathroom, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, to see if I looked like a disaster or not. My membrane is a bit foggy, making it a grayer shade of blue than it should be, and my cilia are all out of place. But with the help of a brush, I  can get most of it under control.

I start to run the water to the shower, washing away grime and flakes with liquid soap and a brush. The water dribbles out from the showerhead, running over my head and off my body. I intently watch it go down the drain as I'm lost in thought, and yet my mind is empty. When the time finally comes back to me and realize I need to actually leave, I dry off and get dressed, and prepare to eat breakfast.

Sitting at the table was my meal for the day, as my parents had already left for work sometime before. Today, breakfast is a sweet fiber bake and carbohydrate spread with eggs and a glass of dihydrogen monoxide, or water, for those not in the mood to be facetious. I eat it up like I hadn't had anything in cycles, down my immuno-suppression pills with a heavy swig and prepare my supplies for school. I wave goodbye to my parent, but I know it'll only be a few hours 'till we see each other again.

I turn on my comm, and class begins.

"Hello, class! And welcome to today's lesson: Anatomy!" Prof. Derad's cheery voice bursts from the speakers, dripping with enthusiasm. The screen itself displays the colorful caricatures of a homon person and various recognizable organelles like the nucleus and mitochondria, all dancing to the upbeat tune that plays in the background.

[yay] one of my classmates, named Erec apparently, comments with more dubious amounts of enthusiasm. Perhaps the jaunty music already got to that one.

"Yes, it's very exciting, isn't it?" Prof. Derad says with a laugh before continuing with the lesson.

"Now we all know that every living is made up of cells, just how you and I are cells ourselves. But what's inside all of us? Well..."

It goes on to talk about the various organelles and parts within a given homon body, though leaves out a bit to still have material for the week. We're treated to class activity similar to jeopardy that isn't super hard but still pretty fun. My team gets pretty far, but our competition wins by a landslide near the end. It was all in good fun, though I'm sure others are at least a little salty about it.

When its time for the first break of the day, I get up to make myself a sandwich, cutting several slices of protein filament and a few bits of lactose while I watch an episode of something I've been hooked on for the past week.

The classes are, as usual, somewhat dull lectures bolstered by much more engaging labs about what we're currently learning about in biology, such as how much cytoplasm a given homon has, a more complex lesson on the function of various important organelles, and we even watch a little video on the complexities of Homo ambiguus biology.

When the day is over, we're given homework to label and name the organelles in the homon body and state their purpose. It's not particularly difficult, but I check my books just to make sure I didn't mix the vesticles with standard vacuoles and get it done within an hour. Most of the work was done by a computer, but it's not like they could tell. Hopefully.

When I'm finished, I go downstairs to clean up the 'debris' left from me snacking all day. It's as soon as I've put away dishes that the home phone begins to ring.

"Hello!" I say as I answer the call

"Hey, Aode!

M. Sahline: "Hey, Aode! How's your day been?"

Aode: "Yeah, it's been good."

Aode: "So, how soon 'till you're here?"

M. Sahline: "Probably in twenty minutes."

Aode: "I'll be ready by then. See you then!"

M. Sahline: "See you then. Goodbye."

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"Doctor's visit?"

"Doctor's visit."

With a sigh, I begin to put on my personal shell, it's uncomfortable tightness and chill hugging at my membrane as stick on each plate. I put on my favorite white sweater and blue shorts over my protective black gloves and tights. As someone who could kill with a single drop of cytoplasm, I and my parents aren't willing to take any risks.

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I wait in my room for the time being, staring out at the blue sky watching the tails of ships coming into orbit and far away satellites dance around the planet. The window is just slightly open, letting in some fresh air I was long overdue for.

Their car comes along just a bit later than usual, but the weather is perfectly fine—a gentle breeze lets the long sleeves of my sweater sway in the wind, and rays from the sun warm the cilia strands on my head.

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As we drive, I absent-mindedly watch the people that drive by us and that traverse the walkways. I even see somebody who looked like the most conspicuous person I've seen outside of movies. Maybe they're filming something nearby.

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The clinic isn't a particularly large building but is extremely well-staffed. But even though I've been going here for years, I was never that close to any of them. I think I was back when I was younger, but they kept talking down to me like I was five even when I was fourteen and the closeness just faded from age eleven onward.

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"Now I'm taking a cytoplasm-sample."

I barely even cringe as the needle penetrates my membrane. I watch the blue fluid enter the syringe as I have countless times before with a detached interest. But underneath that boredom is a primal fear that I can never truly escape from. All it would take is enough of my bodily fluids to come in contact with another person's surface, and death would surely follow.

Though as I watch Dr. Kana work, I can't help but notice something is off.

"Are you alright?" I ask tentatively, trying to overcome my desire to at least give the doctor a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"No, everything's fine," Kana says quickly, "It's just been a long day's all it is."

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The injection by the doctor is rougher than the one from before, stinging slightly.

I hold my arm tightly, though I let go after a few moments to let the doctor bandage it.

But the moment never comes.

I begin to feel tired, and the last thing I see is the face of Dr. Kana tearing up before everything goes black.