#ah. i think this will be forever a wip

[zhuzhee]

vast boys!!

[cruisingheightswithdragons]

Got around to drawing my Spore creature that I’ve had since I was a kid, recreating it in my latest run!

Their patagium lets the glide short distances (usually between trees), and their large tail fin helps steer them in the air. The fin on their prehensile tail also has stronger membrane with grasping capabilities, acting as a hand.

Upon becoming a space-faring species, they rely heavily on alliances with other nations, usually in the form of spice collection jobs. They also specialize in purple spice in the trade.

[datura-tea]

i guess, i guess, i guess this is the end...

[tekkenenjoyerblue]

I’m cooked 💀

[elvensorceress]

wip not-wednesday?

since I finished snickerdoodles of longing, and I have a whole 16K chapter of the sequel, have a snippet? @tizniz @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @kejfeblintz @smilingbuckley @chaosandwolves @smilingbuckley @bekkachaos @blutterlie @sazanahashi @livinginsunnyhell @epicbuddieficrecs @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @dangerpronebuddie @beyourownanchor6 love to all of you! yell at me if you share anything! I want to see it! 💕 this follow's Monday's snippet where Eddie is now in Texas and missing both his boys and for the record this is the song Eddie sent Buck because reasons

Eddie indulges with a hot shower after his morning workout and tries not to think about Chris getting ready for school and Buck working on a car collision and Eddie being absent for both of those things. 

He towels off, wraps it around his waist, and flops on the bed to thoroughly air dry before getting dressed. He also didn’t sleep that much and the bed is very enticing. He could nap for a bit before facing the rest of the day. 

As soon as he closes his eyes for a few minutes, his phone buzzes.

On screen Buck is still partially in his gear. He’s sweaty and looks soggy and grimy, but his hair is going crazy in all directions. And admittedly, it's pretty cute.

“I listened to your song,” Buck hangs up his helmet on the racks behind him. “Had to not cry all the way back here.” 

Not cry? Eddie never considered it a sad song. Hopeful and longing sure, but not sad. The lyrics talk about lying under the stars in a field of bluebonnets and a dream of touching earth and growing something wild and unruly. And also running away with a cowboy who sets his love free. “It made you cry? Or you wanted to cry?”

Buck shrugs out of his coat and gives him a weird face. “Yes, Eddie. Your song about being set free and rescued and having a happy life with the man you love away from everything else made me cry.”

Ah. Yeah, he can see how it would do that under that context. “It was one of my favorites when I was a kid.”

“Yeah, I get it. And here I thought you calling me ‘cowboy’ was just silly. And possibly homoerotic.”

Eddie smirks. And misses him like crazy. “It can be all of the above. Multitudes are contained in words and music.”

Buck finishes taking off his gear and shakes his head. Not like he disagrees. More like he’s amused. And then he takes a harder look through the phone, likely at Eddie, and glances around the station like he’s checking who might be around him. “Are you,” he says in a rushed whisper. “Are you naked right now?”

“I just showered. I have a towel on.” Eddie angles the phone down and back up because he’s sure Buck will want proof. 

Buck’s eyes are wide and dark when Eddie moves the phone back up to show his face. Buck is chewing his lower lip. And breathing heavily. “Eddie, fuck. I’m in the middle of the station floor. Someone will know! Someone will see!”

Eddie blinks a few times. “They’ll see what? I’m just shirtless. As far as they know. Anyone at the station has probably already seen me shirtless. Our locker room has glass walls.” Plus, no one cares about seeing a man without his shirt. 

Although Buck without his shirt is nice. Very nice. Beautiful. He’s so ridiculously beautiful. But it’s Buck. He’s the most handsome, beautiful, gorgeous. All those things. Eddie doesn’t even know how to describe him any other way. 

The background around Buck changes rapidly like he’s hurrying somewhere. But he's still clearly on the screen. And Eddie could look at him forever.

He’s soft and warm and strong and Eddie loves tracing the swirls of black ink all over Buck’s skin. He loves pressing kisses to his scars and imagining he can take away any associated pain. He loves the curves and bulges of muscles, the feel of soft, dense body hair. Or what would be dense and curly and everywhere if Buck didn’t wax off so much of it. Sure, it’s his body and his personal preference. If that’s what Buck likes, that’s what counts. But Eddie loves how it feels under his hands, against his own skin. It makes him tingle and ache and his heart rushes, and it’s like coming back to life, finally finding sensation. 

He loves that Buck let him touch and kiss anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Eddie wanted to leave love on every inch of Buck’s body, but especially the blemishes and places where he knows Buck is self-conscious about the way he looks. 

Eddie can’t look at him and see anything but beautiful. Perfect. He’s so perfectly Buck and so perfectly beautiful in every way. 

Okay, maybe he gets why Buck closes his eyes and makes some kind of tense hand gesture at him. 

Maybe Buck looks at Eddie and sees him as beautiful, too. Not that Eddie is bad looking? He knows people find him attractive. He knows quite a few people think that’s all he is. Nice face, pretty good body. Being a firefighter, a soldier, requires a certain amount of athleticism. But his face and appearance is just genetics. None of it really matters. Focusing on looks is shallow and reductive. And usually objectifying and invasive. 

But Buck knows him. 

It’s different if Buck thinks Eddie is good looking. 

It looks like Buck shuts himself in the showers at the station and pants heavily as he says, “Eddie. Honey. Baby.”

"Yes, love?" Why are they so far apart when all Eddie wants to do is kiss him all over and hold him forever? They shouldn’t be apart. It’s been a little over two days and he already hates this.

"You're naked. You-- you are -- you're. Naked."

Eddie smirks. “You know if you’re going to shower, you’ll have to get naked, too.”

Buck points at him through the phone. “Not helping! So not helping.”

Eddie must’ve missed the memo where he was supposed to be helpful. He misses his Buck, his partner, his-- he doesn't know what they're calling each other now besides that, but it doesn't matter because Eddie only aches for him.

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 5 -> WIP

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn.

a/n: hehehhehehe finally new update :3 got rid of the rude reader tw cuz reader is gonna be annoyed at the world at best angry at worst plus i dont think ive been writing them rudely so also forgive me if the writing pov changes weirdly idk i have a hard time staying focused and consistent ill try better

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv  @kaoyamamegami

What the hell was this place.

It seems all they did was stare at you and when you would clearly get sick of the mumbles and looks you'd splash them and they'd fucking laugh.

They were weird and the Gaz guy was weirder.

You found later his name was actually Kyle and he meant to clarify earlier.

But you found the silly nickname funny.

But this wasn't fun.

Being propped up on a large mat next to the side of the pool the leather felt uncomfortable under you, You also felt way too exposed as a few humans looked over your stitches and wrappings.

It felt weird there hands weren't rough but no one besides a few have touched you like this they were talking about something you'd care less to pay attention too.

As they examined you, Gaz kept trying to pull your attention away from the other humans.

Oh?

Was he jealous?.

Humans are so fickle it's funny.

-

Christ.

Even working with merfolk in the past Gaz still never got used to the bigger ones like you.

Scarface as you've been suitably nicknamed for the moment been alright and cooperative so far no biting or thrashing.

He'd likely guess the wounds were causing you to be so irritable they didn't look good when they first arrived problem had a couple of parasites on them along with other infections that are still being treated.

Price was observing the whole check up process.

You didn't speak much at least not to any of the other staff.

There were a few problems though.

Firstly they found you solo but there was still likely you belonged to a pod but which is the question.

Secondly, they couldn't keep you in the medical pool forever you were wild to some extent it would be cruel to keep you from you family.

Thirdly during your surgery, they'd found a piece of metal that didn't look important it was kept to be looked over in case it helped discover why you were in such a state, Price already guessed territorial fighting but you clearly (no offense) couldn't pick your battles.

Some of these scars and bites could have been lethal.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as you shifted clicking in annoyance he was quick to reach over for another fish from the bucket nearby by offering it up in an attempt to distract you.

"Are all humans this pokey?"

"No Scarface we just..need to make sure your healing okay..Then we can release you."

Kyle huffed as he gave you an honest smile ignoring the glare and grumble he received in return, You still took the fish though idly crunching on it.

They eventually finished the examination without much fuss except for you not so subtly tripping the newest volunteer who honestly should have been starting off with a much smaller mer than you.

But you start off somewhere.

Speaking of which it's about lunch time for them now and his break time, Kyle oversaw you getting back into the pool without much struggle before he left your area visiting by Price to mention he was going on his break before grabbing his lunch and heading to the docks.

He'd usually not have to wait long before they'd show but it'd seemed they were late.

It wasn't long till a familiar face popped up flashing teeth and all.

"Hey, Soap!" Kyle grinned as he looked to see the shark mer propping up his elbows onto the dock.

"Ghost comin'..?"

"Ah in a bit he's still getting his bearings.."

Now he was confused the last time he'd seen the pair and given them there updated shots and tags they'd been great.

The pair were unusual a Shark and Orca together seemed unheard of but yet just a few years ago now when Kyle had fallen overboard during an solo observation trip Ghost saved him from drowning.

Both of them were odd in a good way, Simon having been outcasted by his pod but he doesn't like to talk about it.

He had lots of scars all telling of countless battles of either for his territory or from just fights.

As for Soap, Sharks were solitary regardless but Soap had his own set of scars from fights some he shouldn't have tried starting.

"Bearings? What happended?.."

"Another fuckin' Orca smaller not as experienced grabbed me a few days back, Si really fucked em' up till the bastard clocked him on the head with there tail-"

Wait.

"Jesus , Where is he? I can get a team out and-"

"Ah ye know how he feels about humans..Plus he seemed to be swimming straight.."

"But Soap , He could have a concussion or maybe a facture-"

Soap sighed as he glanced back to the water before back at Kyle.

"Look..You can try convincing em'"

Soap frowned as Simon finally surfaced propping himself up onto the dock as well the wood creaking slightly under the weight of just Simons upper half.

"Ghost"

"Kyle."

Kyle huffed as he didnt even need to say anything as he went up to him giving him a look before he huffed grumbling quietly adjusting himself better so that Kyle could assess him.

Taking his time looking over the newer injuries they had healed well enough fishing out his little hand held flash light from his keychain in his pocket he checked Ghost's eyes.

After a bit of checking Kyle felt satisfied ignoring Ghost annoyed clicks.

"Mm..Now Soap you said it was another Orca right..? Did it come back?"

"Nah..Fucker swam off after bashing Ghost head..Pretty sure I could smell em' bleeding though for a bit till they got too far."

Right this was looking to be way too convenient and fitting to not match up with good ol' Scarface's condition.

"Mm..Alright..Anyway I brought some-"

"Treats?!" Before Kyle could even move his lunchbox away Soap had snatched it and Kyle let out a exasperated sigh not even fighting for it risk of being pulled into the water.

"Jesus Soap my lunch is still in there be careful- And dont eat the plastic!"

[lillxart]

WIP Wed!

From a Sotha Sil x Lorkir fanfiction that's way on the back burner lol. Since I made that thing about Sotha Sil the other night, here's the fiction where my thoughts stemmed from!

Tagging: @ladytanithia @dirty-bosmer @hircines-hunter @sanza-17 @fujisakisan @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @theoneandonlysemla @sulphuricgrin @sanza-17 @ijiwaruuma @pocket-vvardvark

Title: "From One to Another"

Lorkir woke up with the sun hitting her face. The rays of light from the clockwork city working as her natural alarm clock. The sounds that greeted her ears were the chirpings of machines given songs by her own voice. Echoes of secrets passed from one to another. The sheets underneath her body were warm, no doubt from the heat coursing through her blood. She stared out the window, face melancholic and heart empty. Facing the reality of what she had lost, the wishweaver turned away from the window and rolled to the other side of the bed, expecting it to be cold and vacant. 

“Ah, I see you’ve finally awoken.”

But…much to the God’s surprise…it wasn’t? “Sothalis.” She sat up, blanket languidly falling down her bare shoulder. 

Sotha Sil sat there in a pair of bedrobes (funny, she didn’t think he had bedrobes) with a cup of tea in his hand and a book with a title she didn’t recognize. The bronze mask that was on his face last night was now removed, only the metal arm remained permanently attached to him, seamlessly integrated into his dark skin. When the light caught the side of his face, the glow was almost too striking to witness. “I didn’t think you would take so long to wake up, considering you have no need of sleep in the first place.”

Still speechless, Lorkir opened and closed her mouth like a fish. Feeling terribly awkward, she blushed and covered herself with the blanket. “I…well…”

“My, to think I’d hear you speechless, I’m almost disappointed.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be next to me when I woke up.” Lorkir quickly replied. 

“I must leave some room in my countenance for surprises. At least, in cases like these where I am allowed.” Sotha Sil found amusement in his own statement, the corner of his mouth up turning into an almost smile. 

Lorkir had no idea where to go from here. For the first time in a while she was at a loss. The fluttering of her heart demanded that she cuddle up next to Sothalis, enjoy a quiet morning in peace while he continues to read his book and she reads along over his shoulder. However, knowledge of her predicament suggests that the wisest course of action would be that she carry on like before. She had done what she came to do, initially, and so she has no reason to stay. 

But how badly she wanted to stay. 

“Love is the greatest cloud over the mind. No matter how the sun shines how and how the seas rise, the clouds remain ever stagnant, until not even love itself can be seen…” Lorkir tilted her head at the quote. Sotha Sil lightly smirked and turned to face her. “Something Vivec told me once. Though what inspired the words was a situation far different from your own.”

“I can imagine… -~-;” Lorkir sighed. Making her decision she shifted over to Sotha Sil’s side of the bed. She towered over him, naturally. But despite the size difference she was able to get comfortable. Sotha Sil made no effort to stop her, nor relaxed in her embrace. He simply remained as he was, focused on what he was reading. The text on his lap were his own journal entries. He was looking over schematics, various concepts and dreams meant to be given reality through his machines. His passions. Some of his ideas were perfectly viable, others stretched into mad conjecture. But the witch God felt the intensity, the desperation with each stroke of ink on the paper. Her heart pounded for the soul that was so poisoned by its compassion. The very scent of the false God choking her lungs yet intoxicating her like wine. “Anything I can help with?” Lorkir, perhaps callously, offered. 

“There might still be some use for you yet.” How it hurt for him to say what she wanted to hear. 

When Sotha Sil finished his tea they rose from bed and got dressed, Lorkir taking in the beauty of his body before it was covered up by his attire. Sotha Sil knew she was staring, and gave a chance for her to act on her desires before he tied the sash around his waist. But, as he predicted, she fled from his gaze when he met her eyes. When he reached for his mask, however, something happened that he did not predict.  

“Wait.” A plea, not silent, but concise. Sotha Sil turned around and met her eyes once more. They were almost fragile, the emotion so perfect on her face because of the light that shined through her fractaled eyes. Lorkir came close to him and put her hand on the mask, slowly pushing it back down to the table. She knelt down on one knee so she could meet him and stroked his face with a gentle reverence that was too raw to verbally express. Despite the intensity of her passion, his expression remained the same. Lorkir studied his face, committing every detail to memory, as he had committed his clockwork city to his own memory. Finally, after a time, she leaned in and kissed the side of his face that was normally covered by his mask, now vacant of cold metal and instead soft and warm with living flesh. “...Sorry.” She took a step back, now returning to full height. 

“Does a gift giver apologize for giving gifts?” He replies. 

“If the gift is forced upon them is it still considered a gift?”

For that split second, Lorkir saw regret in his eyes. But it was gone as soon as he adorned his mask. “Will you be at my side today, as you have been? Or shall you depart?” 

Do you want me here? It was on the tip of her tongue, but Lorkir couldn’t bring herself to say it. “I’ll stay a while. Not so long that I’ll make your clockwork disciples nervous.” the God teased. 

Sotha Sil chuckled. “I believe you already make them a great deal nervous.” He opened the door to his bed chambers and they left for the day. 

Lorkir did say she would be at his side, but she had developed a routine of flying around the clockwork city during the morning. The beautiful gears shimmering in the light while petals from apple blossom trees were carried by the wind. It was a picture perfect sight, and the God enjoyed basking in it greatly. The sight of a dragon flying around the city brought great terror the first time it happened, but now there was only slight unease instead of fear. A positive progression, she supposes. 

Finding her favorite spot near the top of one of the towers, Lorkir landed and discarded her dragon avatar. She felt a chill as her feet touched the metal, before fully laying down and staring up at the turning sky. 

Absolutely beautiful. And how easily she was lulled by it. 

Sotha Sil worked in the heart of the city, locked away in his laboratory. What he was attempting was nothing short of extraordinary and required a delicate hand and quiet mind. To craft a new imperfect took immense concentration, building off of what he had learned previously. Yet despite his complete focus on the task, his desire separated itself from him. A separate entity that stood behind him, beckoning his mind to stray from the task at hand. 

His mind should not be consumed with her.

Lorkir, the God of Covetousness, the Wishweaver, the White Dragon and Bane of the Firstborn Son. She was the source of horrors written in stone yet untold by word of mouth. She represents all forms of temptation, of folly, her mere existence meant to unravel any heart. And Sotha Sil cannot allow his heart to be unraveled. From the moment he saw her approaching in the distance he knew a great doom would threaten the role he was now compelled to. Every stolen whisper, every freely given smile, every glance in desire is a crack in a carefully constructed mirror that he has built for himself. Lorkir knows this, in truth, he knows that she does. And yet she lurks like a shadow, mouth open and wanting, begging to be fed by him. And, though he cannot admit it, how badly he is tempted to allow himself to be consumed. “I have made the gravest mistake someone in my position can make, and I knowingly continue in it…” Seht rubbed his forehead, exasperated with his own lingering weakness. 

“Seht, I have prepared your tea, as you have asked.” One of the Clockwork disciples entered into his chambers bringing the camomile tea with honey per his request. A look of worry was etched onto the Dunmer’s face, since the great Sotha Sil rarely asks for refreshments.

“Thank you. It is much appreciated. Now, go and seek out Lorkir. I suspect she has fallen asleep somewhere in the city. Wake her up, and inform her that I request her presence.”

“Yes, Great Seht.” The disciple scurried away.

[obsessedwhyyes]

WIP Wednesday Thursday! (Close Enough)

Ahh, thank you @roguishcat for the tag! God, I don't think I've ever actually posted one of these on the correct day. Ah, well!

In the meantime, here's something a teensy bit different. An Astarion x Male!OC fic? In which the OC is an incredibly large, hulking beefcake of a man that just needs to let go every once in a while? Yep - that big mountain of a man is getting out-topped through the power of finesse and eloquence.

This is a snippet from Bending Steel, my first ever attempt at writing M/M! I've had this in my notes forever, but I'm only now actually working on the damn thing, haha.

No Pressure Tags: @davenswitcher @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @bloodsuckingfiends @chaoticbardlady99 @bardic-inspo @nerdallwritey

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have some more of FDB's POV! They're finally out of the tree, FDB is still carrying an injured and exhausted DFS on his back, and he is currently trying to convince DFS (who is fighting to stay conscious) to let himself rest. (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

**

Fang Duobing smiled. At last, something he could do. “Alright, a-Fei. Home it is.”

For a moment, a-Fei relaxed even more against him. 

Then a-Fei stilled, all his muscles spasmed and clenched, and he jerked his head off Fang Duobing with a pained grunt, looking all around them.

“What’s wrong?” Fang Duobing asked, suddenly terrified. “Another qi deviation? An attacker? Do you need me to put you down? Or Yangzhouman?”

The ensuing silence seemed to last forever, although it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds.  

“Home,” a-Fei said, his voice so wrecked it sounded like his throat had been sliced to ribbons. “To the left.” He swallowed audibly and tried again. “Around the hill.” 

Fang Duobing wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream, cry, shake a-Fei, or hold him tightly and never let go more. “It’s alright. We’ll find the way. I promise. Just rest. Try to sleep.”

Even as a-Fei shook his head, he was slumping forward. “Not yet,” he muttered. “Not here.” 

What was wrong with here? It was just a forest—

Oh. Fang Duobing winced. A-Fei had been unconscious in a forest after being cured of Wuxin Huai when Jiao Liqiao had kidnapped him the first time. 

“A-Fei,” Fang Duobing paused, trying to figure out what might convince him. “There are no enemies here. No danger. You can stop fighting now.”

A-Fei’s hair brushed against Fang Duobing’s shoulder as he shook his head again.“—’s always danger,” he mumbled. His head fell forward and landed on Fang Duobing’s neck again. He tried and failed to lift it again, then made a sound that was far too close to a whimper. 

Fang Duobing tried to breathe through the sudden, visceral need to travel to the past and make everyone who had ever hurt a-Fei and made safety a foreign concept wish they had never been born. “If we run into any danger, I’ll protect you, alright?”

A-Fei huffed a wet attempt at a laugh into his hair and his head twitched like he was trying and failing to shake it. “–’s my job, brat.”

Fang Duobing’s heart clenched as hundreds of proclamations tried to burst out from behind his closed lips: that a-Fei was in no shape to protect anyone at the moment, that protecting each other was all of their jobs and did a-Fei really think that his protection was all he had to offer? He was a person, not a dao! That a-Fei deserved to be protected, that a-Fei was protected now, and would continue to be as long as he, Fang Duobing, drew breath, and that no one would ever be able to harm him again. 

He swallowed them all back and tried to find an approach less liable to end in disaster. “It’s my job, too, a-Fei,” he said at last. “We can take turns, just like we’ve taken turns looking after Xiaohua’er. You already protected me, by helping with my qinggong. So now it’s my turn for a bit, alright?” He held his breath, hoping his words would convince a-Fei to stop fighting the pull of exhaustion, would let a-Fei’s clenched, shaking muscles lay down their tension. 

Nothing changed, although judging by the way a-Fei’s face rustled in his hair, a-Fei had rolled his eyes and raised a skeptical eyebrow, despite the pain and energy expenditure.

Well, there was one thing he hadn’t yet tried. And since a-Fei had thought that praising his qinggong was akin to rewarding Huli Jing’s new tricks with treats, then turn-about was fair play. Now, what precisely had a-Fei said? Ah, yes. “A-Fei?” He waited for a tired hum in response. “You did well, too. Good job. So rest, now, alright? As a reward.” 

A short pause. Then a-Fei’s faint, barely-there huff of amusement tickled the skin on the back of his neck. “–t’s not a new trick,” he said, so quietly Fang Duobing had to strain to hear it.

Fang Duobing smiled sadly and shook his head. Trust a-Fei to find a way to praise his own skills while barely conscious. And simultaneously to refuse to celebrate or rest. “I know. You always do well. You’ve had to. But you’re not alone anymore: you have us. And I know I’m not Xiaohua’er, and you don’t trust me like you trust him. But I promise, I will bring you to him and I won’t let anything get in the way. You’re safe, a-Fei. You can let go now, ok?”

There was a long pause. So long Fang Duobing wondered if he’d actually already lost consciousness.

A-Fei’s finger twitched, then gave Fang Duobing’s collarbone one last, faint tap.

Then a-Fei slumped against his back like a sack of rice. 

Fang Duobing closed his eyes, took a slow, deep breath, letting the crisp scent of the forest sink into his lungs and ground him until he felt less like he was about to cry or shake apart.

Huli Jing whined loudly, then nosed at Fang Duobing’s leg.

“I know,” Fang Duobing said. He swallowed, hiked a-Fei up higher on his back, and took a deep breath. “Lead us home, girl.”

Huli Jing took off, to the left, and around the hill.

Fang Duobing raced after her.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 11

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Yo, things are getting intense at work.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

You leave a message for your landlord after several failed calls. You come out defeated and hesitant. Your apartment is your comfort, it's your safe space, but it's been breached and you're displaced here. As kind as Jonathan is, that can't last forever. He is your boss after all and you need your job.

The scent of cinnamon draws you to the kitchen, along with the subtle movement clinks and tinking inside. You lean on the doorframe as you watch Jonathan's back, the thin string of an apron tied around his waist and a thicker band along his neck. He hums as he pushes down the plunger of a glass coffee press.

"Uh, hi," you eke out and his long fingers nearly take off the lid of the press. He chuckles and steadies it, shifting to look at you, "er, morning."

"Morning, barely," he muses as he glances at the digital number glowing on the stove, "I've got some scones in and I think we could pair it well with some porridge, if you're fond of it. Or perhaps, yogurt and some fresh fruit. A touch of granola…"

"Yeah, uh, you didn't have to do all this," you rub the back of your neck, "I left my landlord a message. I should head out and figure out a locksmith–"

"Ah, yes, I forgot," he extends a finger, "I've taken care of all that. My own lessor had some recommendations and I was able to arrange the repair. The keys should be delivered shortly–"

"Oh," you blink and chew your lip. He's so helpful. Too helpful. Or maybe you're ungrateful. "Again, thanks, I… I owe you. For a lot it seems."

"I hope it wasn't too much," he says as he checks his watch and grabs the oven mitt, "I only thought to ease the burden–"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You have everything figured out and I'm just helpless," you throw your hands up and cover your face, immediately scalded by your own temper. Why did you say that? "I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed, I can't think. I just want everything to be normal and…" you suck in air, pressing the heels of your hands to your forehead as you rant, "and I'm not this kind of person. I'm the sort to…" you inhale again, dizzy as it stings in your chest, "I just… I just…"

You bend over, clutching your head as you feel like folding. You're startled as Jonathan's hand clasp around your arm and he pulls you up, gently guiding you to sit on the short foot stool beside the counter. He gets to his knees and grips your shoulders, holding you straight as your head lolls. You don't know what's going on, it's like you've lost control of your body.

"Fawn, breathe. Yes? Let's count, one - in," he exhales, "two - out," his thumbs caress you through your shirt, "in… out. Three, four…"

You focus and close your eyes. Are you really having a meltdown in your boss's home? You count in your head, then outloud, measuring you breaths until your heart peters out.

"There we go," he slowly releases you, putting his hands on his knees as he stands with a low grunt, "if the caffeine is too much, I can squeeze some orange juice–"

"I'm fine," you reach up and pull yourself to the feet with the edge of the counter, "really, you've done enough."

"I've done what any decent person would," he shrugs as he opens a cupboard, "you are obviously dealing with a full plate, but I can't help but feel I don't know the half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Car break's down and you get a visit from a home intruder. A string of bad luck, certainly, and it would have anyone addled, but… there seems a bit more than that. Something that's been bothering you a while," he pours two mugs of coffee, "it isn't my place to delve into your personal life, but I will say, I would help if I could. If you asked."

You shudder. You don't know what to say. The plucking in your chest wants you to tell him everything but that tick in your head says it's none of his concern. You've crossed enough lines. 

He doesn't need to pick up after your stupid feelings. You made the dumb decision to crush on your neighbour, to welcome him in, to fawn over him like an unloved wife. Now you just have to deal with.

Hopefully, the new lock is just the beginning of shutting Colin out of your life.

"Really, it's just the car and the door. I'm sure you've got enough going on with the audit, huh," your voice shakes, betraying you.

"Ah, yes, standard," he places a cup before you, just on the corner of the counter, "I've done it before. Nothing out of the usual," he hooks his finger through the handle of his own mug, "well, one special thing; I don't mind the people." 

He smiles as he lifts his coffee and you feel the world brighten just a lt.

No. No. Not that feeling. Not that flutter. Didn't Colin teach you better? Oh boy. You're not thinking straight, you're tired, you haven't had your coffee, you're crazy!

You pick up your cup and blow out a chestful of air. Get your head on straight. One man at a time. No, one thing at a time.

💗

“You know, I don’t mind if you’d rather stay another night,” Jonathan keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm slack against the armrest, “I can understand if you don’t feel safe–”

“No, I’m good. I just want to get back on track. Everything feels so… disorderly.”

“I know what you mean. Even if I tend to live a nomadic life. Some people thrive on being settled, others not so much,” he muses, “have you heard about your car? Do I need to keep Pine’s luxury taxi in service?”

“Taxi? Oh, I’m so sorry. No. I uh, I can take the bus. And I can spot you some gas money–”

“I’m joking, darling,” he assures with a ripple of his fingers, “I don’t mind. It’s nice to have someone else for the morning ride. I find waking up alone a bit sombre… in a strange city. I’m a far way from home.”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t imagine…”

“I recall you mentioned you’ve never visited England. Pity. You should think about it one day. If you need a personal tour guide…”

“Mmm, yeah, maybe someday. Probably not anytime soon,” you mull and turn your gaze out the window.

“Of course,” he agrees, “I shouldn’t complain so much, traveling for work can really be a privilege. I know at least, it has afforded me the luxury of meeting many good people.”

“Yeah,” you say absently as your vision blurs and your mind drifts.

“...sisters? You said you have some a few towns over?”

You shake yourself from your trance. Your head clears as you straighten in your seat.

“Yeah, my one sister is pregnant, another’s getting married, the other two… well, they’re younger, they’re still growing up,” you say, “don’t really see them much.”

“Lots going on. So there’s going to be a wedding?” He prompts, stopping at a light.

“Hm?”

“Your sister?”

“Er, yes, yeah, actually, I still haven’t got the invitation,” you chuckle nervously, “I’m sure it’s in the mail.”

“And are you a bridesmaid?”

“I… she didn’t say anything,” you utter. You hadn’t even thought of that.

“Well, I’m sure she has a lot to plan, in due time,” he cranks the wheel and pulls a U-turn to come parallel to the curb in front of your building, “you are delivered. Nice and safe.”

“Thanks again,” you grab your bag from your feet and hit the button on your seatbelt. “I really… I owe you.”

“You don’t,” he assures, “all I ask is that you text me. Let me know you’re safe and behind locked doors.”

“Huh, yeah, I can do that,” you almost sigh in relief.

It’s weird. You dread being alone but you long for it. Your solace has always been by yourself. You just have to keep Colin out and you’re hoping that Ally will already have him distracted. You think back to the day before and how eager she was to get him to herself. Yeah, he doesn’t care that much about you. That’s what started this all.

“Well, I’ll see you at work.”

“See you at work,” he returns, his tone as lacklustre as you ever heard it.

You get out, a tug of guilt at the nape of your neck. You feel like you should say something else but you don’t know what. You let the door close softly as you step onto the pavement. You head up the walk, not looking back, too embarrassed to.

You let yourself into the building and pull out the new key from the locksmith. It’s shiny and silver with a yellow thread strung through the eyehole. You ease the front door closed behind you and listen to the building. It’s quiet, mostly.

You climb the stairs one by one and peek down the hall before you come up completely onto the second floor. There’s no one there and your door is as it should be. Locked tight and on the hinges.

You make your way down towards it, carefully to keep your keys from jingling. Your bag falls down your elbow as you wiggle the lock, the new key not catching right away. A click and slow grind jars you and as you look over, you nearly scream.

Colin appears from behind Ally’s door. Shirtless, in his usual grey sweats, looking casually sinister as he places a hand on the door frame. He snickers as he steps out. You turn back and fumble to twist the handle.

As the door opens, he’s on you. He closes you in as he catches the handle and pulls the door shut. You whimper and turn to face him, cowering as he sneers at you. You press yourself to the wood as he crowds you.

“Think you can run away with that pretty boy?” He taunts, “think I wouldn’t be waiting?”

“Colin, I– I’m sorry–” you gulp and look over, “Ally…”

“She’s off on another work trip. Kinda like you, huh? Hanging out with her boss off the clock. You must’ve had a lot of fun.”

“Look, whatever I did, it’s… there’s been a misunderstanding, alright? We’re friends. We were… I’m sorry I misinterpreted–”

“Honey, you are so stupid. I’m not done with you.”

“Please–” you beg.

“Get this. You were the perfect girl. You cooked, you did my laundry, you let me use your Netflix, that’s what every guy wants but you’re just not fuckable,” he scoffs, “well, my perspective changed on that. You know,” he leans in further and lowers his voice. “I didn’t picture myself balls deep until I saw you shaking in fear.”

“Get away,” you croak and push against his chest, “I’ll scream.”

A subtle click mutes his response as he opens his mouth but clenches his teeth. He tilts his head and listens. You hear the deep grumble of your downstairs neighbour, Curtis? You can’t remember, you never see him. He waits and pokes his tongue into his cheek.

“You fucking scream and I’ll remember. I’ll make sure when I fuck you that it splits you in half. So be a nice girl, like you always are, and let me in.”

“Please,” you reach to grip the key, trying to free it from the lock. You could jab him with it, get him off of you for long enough to get inside.

“If you wanna pretend I’m that preppy fuck, I don’t m–”

He jerks and nearly headbutts you as he bounces off the doorframe beside you. He cradles his face as he grunts and you gape at Jonathan as he squares his shoulders and steps up. How?

“You will back away,” Jonathan warns, “go back to your pathetic apartment and stay there.”

“Ah, not this douche–” Colin slips his hand down his cheek, revealing the split in the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, this douche,” Jonathan confirms, “I smelled it on you. I knew you were nothing but a weasel.”

“Whatever. She’s been begging me for it,” Colin spits, “you know, she sits there and pouts, watches me from across the hall, listens to me through the wall as I fuck girls hotter than she’ll ever be, wishing it was her–”

Jonathan moves so quickly, it leaves you stunned. The crack of his fist against Colin’s face makes you yipe and you quiver as you catch your voice in your hands. You keep flush to the door as your eyes wet.

“I do not like violence,” Jonathan says as he rubs his knuckles, “but I am not unfamiliar with it.”

“Fucker!” Colin bends over, drops of his blood landing on the floor.

“If you persist, I’m afraid I must as well.”

“Urgh,” Colin stands straight and spits onto the hardwood, “just wait…” he looks past Jonathan, “he can’t be here all the time.”

He turns and stomps away, keeping his hand on his jaw as he snorts and coughs. You stare after him, shaking in humiliation. It all happened so fast.

Jonathan waits until Colin’s door slams before he turns to you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and you flinch, “why didn’t you tell me it was him?”

You shake your head and stick your lip out.

“I should’ve guessed,” he tuts, “twisted man. Absolutely repuls–”

“How did you get in here?”

“A man let me in. Downstairs. Um, beard, very blue eyes,” he explains.

“Why?”

He gives half a smile, “ah, you left this in the front seat,” he holds up your lip balm, “I was trying to return it.”

“Oh,” you glance past him, frowning at Colin’s door.

“Darling, I know you are growing tired of me but I simply cannot leave you alone.”

“Yeah,” you nod numbly and turn to the door, jerking the key to the side, “I don’t wanna be alone.”

[kittonafoxgirl]

Hi!! 👋 For the podficcer asks, please: #2, 11, 12 ❤️

Thank you for the ask :3 questions are from this AO3 wrapped podficcer edition list

#2 How may podfics did I publish this year?

29 solo and 26 multivoice. I'm not the one who posted most of the multivoice ones but I assume they still count since I'm in them.

I have four more that are for sure going up before the end of the year (all obikin. Three Christmas ones and my second big bang project) and several podfics I made earlier in the year that I'd really like to get posted before January (these are a variety of things).

#11 what podfic took me the longest to make?

So I can't say I timed these so I don't know for sure which one took the longest, but there's three that definitely stand out as ones I spent a lot of time on.

The Odyssey - I did Odysseus and his lines were only ~30k ish and I wasn't doing anything fancy to them, but recording took forever because I was constantly having to triple check my name pronunciation. Odysseus has a thing for mentioning people's names. So. Many. Names.

This one isn't fully posted, but I did finish recording my part for it

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns - I ended up personally recording nearly twice as much of this one as I'd originally planned (~80k recorded so far. 55k ish of that is posted). I have one more 14k chunk to record and I'm donnnneeee with my part of it. We only have 3 chapters left to post so hoping they'll be up by the end of the year.

My second obikin big bang podfic which I don't think I'm allowed to mention the title of yet. It was also around 30k and it has an "I lost count before I even finished chapter one" number of sound effects in it that I have spent hours adding and tweaking. I'm very excited to share it :3 It posts next Monday, the 9th

#12 what podfic plans do I have for next year?

I really really want to finish one or two of my three long wips. (Preferably two. Buttt I'm easily distracted by shiny things (read: new shorter projects))

Oh where do we begin? I have 6 of 30 chapters finished and posted. I'm almost 7 hours into what will be somewhere in the neighborhood of 26 hours when it's done.

Asylum I have 12 of 33 chapters finished and posted. Roughly 5 hours into what will be ~19 hours.

Precipice I have 9 of 83 chapters done and posted. Only about 2 hours into this one and it'll be roughly 24 hours finished.

Oh where do we begin? Is the priority because I've been working on it the longest and because it's the fic that got me obsessed with obikin. It is fantastic, highly recommend. But ah, read the tags first.

Then once I don't have 3 massive wips hanging over my head, I'm going to start recording Priciples of Navigation. It's only 145k so a lil smaller than these guys 😂

Super excited to work on that one, but I cannot add it to the pile til at least one of these beasts is finished.

And of course I intend to let myself get distracted by several smaller obikin works throughout the year :3

[pocket-vvardvark]

WIP Wednesday

Ty for the tag @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter <33

I'd like to tag: @aviel-the-trans-bucket @hircines-hunter @fangsandsoftgrass @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @scholarlyhermit @sanza-17 @sulphuricgrin @changelingsandothernonsense @progmetol @varlaisvea @yansurnummu @yewphoric @lucius-the-sinful no pressure as always!! ♥️♥️♥️🥰 Love ya'll with my whole heart

I've got a new chapter in the works for sweet decay 🤪 so, here's the WIP under the cut bc it's sorta long

Rivenspire is cloaked in the warmth of the sunrise. Blooming across dry earth, it softens the land’s foreboding appearance into something habitable. Having been awake for far too long, Verandis palms his sunken eyes as the soft glow filters in through open windows behind him. At the very least, the weather was somewhat pleasant in favor of the most recent heatwave. His body is no longer among the living, but the heat still drove him onto the edge of exhaustion just as easily as it would to a human. Voyage to Lillandril would be a pleasant escape to the lingering heat, and a part of him missed Summerset. Among the cities in Summerset, he supposed Lillandril was the fairest. Cradled upon the sea, the wind which swept only the most beautiful flowers was tinted with a satisfying chill against the heat. His thoughts shift to Angelica; briefly imagining her time on the island. Yesterday, she mentioned her distaste for Altmer culture, which was fair in its own right. No matter how hard a half-breed attempted to live up to their purpose, no full-blooded Altmer would label them anything but an Ephem. As saddening as it was, this was the way of his people. Thumbing over a groove on the hardwood of his desk, Verandis mulls over his relationship with the pesky minx. It was growing, that's unfortunately true, but to what extent? It had been an incredibly long time since he called another his lover, and oddly enough, Angelica didn't seem the type. She seemed content to toy with him, refusing to acknowledge him as anything other than good fun. Although, her gentleness from the other day did start to confuse him. The whole situation vexed him; feeling like a bumbling idiot left in the dark of some grand plan. Years of building House Ravenwatch softened him, and maybe that was why he was far too slow on the uptake. Regardless, the job needed to be completed, and he supposed he should use her…talents she so dramatically bragged about. The sun rises above the trees, signaling it was time to move. Verandis does so, gathering the bare essentials and finally roaming the halls until he reaches Angelica’s room. Raising a hand to knock, his knuckles fail to reach the door as it's opened before he can. 

She smiles. It's surprisingly bright for how strangely she acted the other day. Another facade? He'll see in time, Verandis assumes. 

“So…it's time?” Casting red hair aside, she tugs it into a messy bun of locks, then pats her leathers down. Ah, another surprise; that she's actually wearing proper clothes this time.

Prepared to suffer by her hand from whatever acts of mischief she'll no doubt drum up, Verandis answers with the utmost exasperation, “Yes. Bring along what you need.” Squinting, he watches as she disappears back into her room to procure a satchel.

“I do hope that's necessary.” 

Laughing as she peeks into the standing mirror, she makes one final adjustment to push her breasts up. “Oh, hush. We're taking a trip to the market, right? I'll need gold for that…among other things.”

‘Among other things’, that little remark did not inspire much of anything in him but annoyance. She hoists her arm into his, linking together as she bats her lashes. “I’ve been waiting for a chance like this; to come along on some grand adventure with the Count of House Ravenwatch. My sister told me all about you, you know.” 

He's pulled along with her, walking a stride slower due to their height differences. It would seem her younger sister had a bit of a loose tongue. Thinking about Alethia softens his expression, though, he knows there was no ill intent behind her excited story-telling. She couldn't keep a secret, that much he knew.

“Did she, now? I can only pray she had good things to tell.” They pass the doors, already walking down the rough, cracked path to shornhelm. 

Making a sound rivaling that of a disgruntled guar, he’s bewildered enough to glance down at her. She sticks her tongue out once he does, “That's what I think about your stupid attempts at being posh. Or…maybe you're shy. Are you shy, count?”

She snorts, tugging at their linked arms with an impish grin. 

“You-” Verandis scoffs, but he makes no move to wriggle away, only yielding to her kisses placed on his cheek. “I'm not shy. You're just…too overzealous for me. Not even Gwendis is this tiring, I should have you know.” 

Gasping dramatically, she feigns a sniffle, “Breaking my heart so soon? How could you…I thought we shared something special.” 

“Special? Hm, I had the distinct feeling I was but only a tryst to you, Angelica.” Their footsteps halt on the barren path of dirt as Verandis stops. He grazes a knuckle over her cheek, relishing in her sudden speechlessness. There's a hint of intrigue in her eyes, but something much less distinct; embarrassment. 

“Tsk, tsk…” the pad of his thumb strokes the tip of her cheek bone, “Projecting, are we?” 

Life spreads back into her features, moving her lips as her expression excites, “Projecting? No way, now you've got to buy me something like you promised.” 

Nothing gets past her, he's sure of that as she reminds him of what foolish words he uttered last night. It almost worked, if she hadn't been so perceptive. No matter, it would prove useful in the next days they’d spend together 

“A shame you hadn't kept your promise, then.” She blinks, fascinated by the ethereal hue his carmine eyes take against the bright sunshine. It steals her breath away, causing the briefest stirring deep in her belly. Truthfully, she was beginning to fluster at the sight of him like this; gazing down at her with such a romantic expression, like he could dip her back any second for a kiss. There was no love lost between any number of her trysts and herself, as the fickle emotion only served to complicate things. It stood in the back of her mind, though, as if it tempted her into taking that step. Oddly numb, she couldn't make sense whether she even wanted love. Sure, she'd never stayed quite this long with any of her romps, but it felt strange to just up and leave like they never met. Perhaps it was as her mother said, that one day she would want to settle down, to be with the one man who stole her heart. A flush does make its way to her cheeks, so light a dusting that Verandis nearly mistakes it for the sun on her skin. She takes her own embarrassing reaction in stride, smiling to him so lovingly that they both falter in each other’s grasp. Unlike the night they shared, it is him who concedes first, his grasp brushing away so softly she misses it. Clearing his throat, they continue down the path until Shornhelm can be peered at in the distance. The blob grows until she can see the roofs, the people, and of course, the market. Angelica observes the sights, its fairly different from both of her homelands from what she can recall from both Summerset and Western Skyrim. Hard times have clearly claimed most of Rivenspire’s goods and, frankly, the morale, too. Most shopowners looked more like they were proud owners of shacks rather than appealing homes; it went double for their wares, unfortunately. The only exciting things left were the rare pieces of jewelry she spotted along the way, and the occasional sneak she took of the count’s face while he was deep in thought. A local apothecary catches her attention, drawing her closer until several ingredients greet her eyes. The woman looks only to be a few years younger than herself, smiling but ragged after whatever turned shornhelm into turmoil. Hopefully, after her sister’s little adventure here, things would get better. Nevertheless, Angelica wasn’t entirely heartless, so she took what little ingredients were left and paid a little extra. She winks, and tugs the count along before the young woman can argue against the generous amount of coins splayed across the worn market stall.

“Well…I believe that’s all I’ll be in need of. Never hurts to pack a few poisons.”

If he noticed what happened, which she realizes he must, it doesn’t earn her a conversation. Either perturbed by her shocking display of kindness, or their recently shared embarrassment, Angelica cannot tell beneath his seemingly aloof gaze. 

“We should get a move on, then. Rivenspire lacks ferries, so we’ll have to carriage our way to Glenumbra.” She wants to kick herself for feeling disappointed he doesn’t thrust his arm out for her to hold, but makes due with this new development. It’s not like they were close, but she was finding herself longing for some type of…praise from doing good. Divines, did whatever happened last night really affect her that badly? She hadn’t thought so, until her thoughts soured from every woman which passed their way to ogle Verandis’ human disguise. A part of herself swelled in pride when they sunk back down upon her appearance by his side. That feeling was only doubled when she realized they would never know his secret, and such an intimate secret it was. Jealousy wasn’t her style, but she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to swathe the Count in her perfume before exiting the castle next time. He certainly smelled better in it than whatever ancient perfume he wore beside her. Curious, she peeks over to marvel at his disguise. Honestly, she preferred how he always looked; with eyes as red as rubies and alabaster skin. It simultaneously enthralled and got her feeling rather heated. Such raw and dangerous intent was no longer evident in his now honey-colored eyes, and that left her feeling quite bored. Although…she could make due with those amber eyes if they watched her with the utmost adoration; that would be her goal for the day.

Grinning, she’s back to her confident self, looking as mischievous as a nixad. He realizes she snickers like one, too.

“Do I dare ask what you’re conjuring up behind me? I fear you, at times.”

Prancing back to his side, her fingers curl into his own, forcing him to slow his stride once more.

“Nothing much, just admiring the view.”

He snorts, “Of my backside? How quaint.”

Nudging him, he gains an eyeful of the sweet little twist of her lips, “It's a very disarming backside.” 

Sighing, he can't help but chuckle at that, “Whatever shall I do with you?”

His eyes jump between her own, searching for the reply her lips twitch with. Angelica settles for a gentle peck on his nose, laughing when he wrinkles it from the tickle. 

“I'm sure you'll dream up some elaborate plan to keep me quiet, darling.” 

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday-!! 💛

I'm not sure if I've ever shared any of this scene for the currently in progress chapter of The Perfect Storm on a Wednesday before, but I'm sharing it today anyway because I've done a little work on it!! I know I've definitely shared pieces of it on discord though 😅

Tagging @hircines-hunter, @skyrim-forever, @thequeenofthewinter, @bostoniangirl21 and anyone who wants to share a WIP 💕

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“Dragonborn, just the woman I was hoping to see,” Proventus remarked as he caught sight of her making her way past the two longtables which surrounded the central hearth. “The Jarl was hoping to take a minute or two of your time, but has had to step away from Dragonsreach for a moment.”

“Oh... What for? Should I just wait here?”

“Ah, no. He said that if he hadn’t returned by the time which you did to ask if you could wait for him on the porch. He shouldn’t be long. He also didn’t tell me why he wished to speak with you.”

Her eyebrow raised. “Lydia wasn’t with him, was she?”

Proventus stared at her with confusion before shaking his head. “No. Your housecarl hasn’t been in Dragonsreach today.”

Though she was still suspicious, she nodded and began to make her way up to the porch. It was deserted, beyond there being a guard stood by the doorway. She made her way over to the balcony, and closed her eyes as she felt the cold wind against her face.

When she heard the doors open, she waited for a moment before turning around as Balgruuf made his way over to her. She gave him a slight smile when he was close enough.

“So... Proventus said that you wanted to meet me here?” she asked, stepping away from the balcony and closing the distance between them. “How come?”

“I wanted to ask you something. It seemed to be something you didn’t like to talk about with people nearby, so I thought to ask it here.”

Oh, she knew what this was about...

“This morning... Why didn’t you say that it was your-“

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t like making it a big deal. Lydia seems to think the opposite though...” She let out a sigh. “She seems to think that the Dragonborn should have a big birthday party... I just wanted what I’ve always had, a quiet day without any fuss. I’ve just been hiding away in places that I felt were quiet enough for me.” She then let out a sigh. “It’s silly, I know-“

“I don’t find it silly at all...” Balgruuf then took a deep breath. “May you oblige me with just one thing though?”

Elyse’s brow furrowed. She was beginning to suspect that this was one of her housecarl’s machinations, and that she had somehow managed to rope Balgruuf into it. “... I’m not going anywh-“

“I’ve got you a gift. Please...”

It was only then that she noticed that this whole time, he had been holding onto a box. She blinked for a moment, glancing between it and him, before giving him a puzzled look. “Wh... Why?”

“Elyse. You’ve had a lot happen over recent months. The least you deserve, for your birthday no less, is something nice.”

When she realised that he wasn’t going to allow her to not accept the gift, she slowly took hold of the box and pursed her lips together as she untied the ribbon which was around it. She then opened the box, and her eyes widened. It almost fell onto the floor as her hands shook. “Those are...”

[biscuityskies]

I was tagged (a long time ago) by @dontbelasagnax and (more recently but still forever ago) @anxiousotters for the last line challenge. I’ve been trying to pull a section that would be suitable but I think this is actually fine and I’ve just been staring at this for too long so here u go - this once more from the Trillium wip (which I’m trying DESPERATELY to make into a longfic while also staying afloat at work so if ur concerned about why ur not hearing anything from me lately this is why 💀)

“So you think it was the Force, sir?”

Kenobi cocks his head to one side, a pensive look on his face - not too dissimilar from a grimace. “I can’t say with certainty that it wasn’t.” He sets his datapad down and clasps his hands, appearing deep in thought when he next speaks. “In truth, we as Jedi know very little of the capabilities of the Force - and more importantly, we don’t know what we don’t know. What we do know is that life forms with a high enough midichlorian count can engage with it in ways that would… perhaps seem unnatural to life forms who do not have such a count.”

“Like jumping from several hundred feet up without a care in the world.”

“More like jumping and knowing we’ll be caught. Why not jump? It’s certainly more trusty than a jetpack; never faulty, always present, and unless you are cut off from it, it’s the background hum of all living things making themselves known.”

Cody scrunches his nose. He couldn’t possibly imagine listening to every single living thing around him - especially because the way Kenobi is talking about it, that includes the freaking plants and animals, too. “That sounds… noisy, sir.”

“It might seem like it, but it’s become more of a comfort that feels like part of you is missing if it disappears. When you’ve grown up listening to music, silence is deafening.” Kenobi sighs, “I’m sorry, there was a point to this.”

“The hole in the ship,” Cody supplies.

“Ah! Yes. There’s nothing to suggest that the Force can’t make… I don’t know, portals, in that way - especially if it’s trying to tell us something. All I can say for certain is that the Force moves in mysterious ways.” He fixes his eyes on Cody’s, and it feels like his gaze penetrates deep into Cody’s soul, like he’s reading his inmost thoughts. “When the Force speaks, we must do our best to listen.”

Nine thousand words into continuous plot which doesn’t include the four thousand words of other scenes I’ve written - and I haven’t even touched the outline that I actually made for this story so 🤪 longfic-adjacent dreams seem to be within my grasp!! Still very far off yet but present nonetheless

No pressure tags to the regional sapphics 4 codywan - @anxiousotters and @ferretrade raise rise up! Also anyone else who has something to share, consider urself tagged <3

[skeletalgalore]

ABLAZE - Chapter Four: In Color

WIP: F!Reader is new to Hawkins High and is immediately drawn to the school's misfit. NO Y/N/OC USAGE!

part one | part two | part three | part four

What's that? A playlist to go along with the fic? My, I do have a lot of time on my hands... Listen along here: link!

Originally posted on my Wattpad: link!

Chapter Four: In Color

Monday morning had rolled around again and you stood in your usual spot at the end of the driveway waiting for Robin and Steve. You got some of your mixtape listening in whilst waiting to be picked up - you had taped Running Free by Iron Maiden from one of the tapes your mom's collection that was hidden away; you had always followed suit from your mom's slightly heavier taste in music. You'd never think to find one of Eddie's favourites hiding away in your house, but you highly appreciated it. Finally, the pair pulled up and you hopped into the back.

"SO! What are you and Eddie gonna do for your date on Friday?" Robin asked with glee.

"Morning to you too, Robin," you were taken aback by her on-the-spot question. You had been thinking about it all weekend after getting home from the mall Saturday afternoon, but you really didn't have any idea.

"C'mon, give the girl a break. She's only just got in the car!" Steve had your back. "I'm sure she'll let us know as soon she knows herself,"

"Thanks, Steve. And not a clue, honestly. I've been wondering all weekend but I'd be happy doing anything. It feels like forever since I've been on a date,"

"Did your last boyfriend not really do that with you?" he asked looking at you through the rear view mirror.

"Hmm, not really. We used to sneak out every weekend but I don't think that really counts. He took me to Taco Bell a couple of times... And I had to pay for both of us. Every time. So maybe it was me who took him on the dates. Anyway, I don't have to deal with that asshat anymore. Maybe Eddie will treat me to a Taco Bell for a change?" you laughed.

The three of you eventually arrived at the top of the parking lot and Steve waved the pair of you off. You noticed Eddie had just pulled into the parking lot as you were walking down from the top and your stomach filled with butterflies. Robin took one look at you and smiled.

"Go on, go speak to him. I'll meet you by our lockers,"

You blushed a little bit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. She waved you off and started walking inside as you headed towards him. Eddie had just got out of his van and lit up a cigarette when he noticed you.

"Hey," he smiled with the lit cigarette between his lips. "How are we, this fair morning?"

"Hi, I'm good," you couldn't help but smile back. His smile was contagious. "It was nice seeing you briefly on Saturday," You felt like a giggly school girl, all shy in his presence.

"Yeah, same. You looking forward to Friday? I've got an idea where to take you out," he teased. Your eyes lit up and you could tell he loved it. "I'm not telling you what it is though,"

"Aw, c'mon, not even a lil' teensy hint?" you pouted at him.

"Damn, you're giving me the puppy dog eyes already!" Eddie laughed. He took a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out under his Reeboks. "Hmm, well it is only an idea so far. How about I let you know a 'lil' teensy hint' by the end of Thursday, okay? Gotta keep a girl on her toes, y'know?"

"Ha, okay. That's fine with me," you smiled. He gave you a big cheesy grin in return. "Ah, shit, I need to get inside. Robin's waiting for me,"

"No worries. I'll catch up with you next time. See ya, sweetheart," Eddie pulled you in for a quick hug and gave the top of your head a quick kiss. Your heart fluttered and cheeks warmed at such a gentle gesture.

You quickly walked into Hawkins High to try and find Robin as soon as possible. As soon as you approached her, the bell rang. You both ran into class and gave a small nod as to speak about it on break.

Lunchtime eventually rolled around and everyone was hustling and bustling into the cafeteria as per usual. You and Robin grabbed your food and joined the usual table in the usual spot. She couldn't wait to hear all about what you and Eddie spoke about.

"Come onnn, I wanna know! What did you talk about?"

"Damn, if I keep it to myself, will you burst?" you joked. Robin sulked a little, crossing her arms across her chest. "Ha, okay. Well I hate to break it too you but there wasn't that much said,"

"Better than nothing. Spill,"

"Okay, okay. We both said it was nice to see each other this weekend, he teased about knowing where he was taking me on a date, said he'd tell me on Thursday a hint about what we're going to do, and then I had to come back in to meet you, sooo wehuggedgoodbyeandhekissedthetopofmyhead, and that's it," you rushed the last part of the sentence as you buried your face into your cafeteria burrito.

"I'm sorry, I'm not fluent in lovesick gibberish. What was that?" she smirked at you, just wanting you to repeat it and make your face more red.

"Ahem... We, erm, we hugged goodbye,"

"Yes, and?"

"And, erm, and he kissed the top of my head," you sided eyed her, trying to insinuate it isn't that big of a deal but her reaction was already decided and overflowing.

Oh my god, that's so freakin' cute! You're making the school bad boy look like the Sugarplum Fairy," Robin teased at you, trying to poke your ribs.

"C'mon now, it was only one, small interaction. Surely that alone doesn't make him look soft. And I'm pretty sure a lil' kiss on top of my head won't ruin his 'bad boy' reputation,"

"Yeah, you're right. But hey, it's still something! I'm not wrong about one thing though, that did sound pretty freakin' cute,"

You both carried on with lunch and chatted to your friends on the table. Your eyes drifted over to the Hellfire table once again, only to locked with Eddie's as he rested his chin on his hand. It shocked you to see him looking over at you. He'd mentioned he'd noticed you looking at him before but this was like being caught in the act. You felt like a deer in headlights. He gave you a small wink before flashing a big smile, then continued to berate the Hellfire boys about something and throwing a grape at Mike's head.

"You know what, Robin?" you turned to face her. "You're right. Pretty freakin' cute,"

The end of the day rolled by and quite honestly, you were drained. Today seemed to take too long to get through and classes just felt extra dull. You were extremely thankful for the final school bell to ring. You walked to your locker with Robin to grab a couple of textbooks you needed to take home along with your Walkman - you didn't like keeping it in your bag whilst at school, just in case anything happened to it. You slipped the Walkman into your pocket and hung the headphones around your neck. Just as you were about to walk out the front doors of the school, Robin nodded her head towards someone behind you. When you turned around, Eddie was stood right there.

"Fu-- Jesus!" you jumped out of your skin.

"Hi," he grinned, cheekiness glowing on his cheeks after the small scare.

"Eddie, I wasn't expecting to see you,"

"Yeah, I gathered. Anyway, I was thinking about Friday night,"

Your mouth went dry. You hoped he hadn't second guessed taking you out and thought you were just a weird girl who liked to stare at him at lunch.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I just realised I don't even have your phone number and I don't have an absolute clue where you live to pick you up,"

'Phew, I thought I'd blown it without even doing anything for a second...' you thought.

"Oh, oh yeah," you rubbed the back of your head. "Do you have a pen? I'll write it down for you,"

He slipped a Sharpie out of his inside pocket of his denim cut-off jacket and handed it you.

"Erm... A bit of paper?"

"Just scribble it on here," he held his hand out towards you, pointing to the back of his hand.

You shrugged and began to write it out your phone number. Eddie tried to hide a giggle from you as the pen nib tickled his skin. You held his hand still as he tried not to squirm, squeezing it lightly as a 'stop moving' silent gesture.

"There... You... Go!" you cheerfully said, pen lid in mouth now going back onto the Sharpie with a loud click, handing it back over to Eddie.

"Cool, I'll call you tonight," he flashed a big grin. You seemed quite shocked that he wanted to call you and he could tell instantly. "I-I mean, if that's okay with you?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Move it, Munson! Get out the way!" a jock shouted as they walked past you.

Eddie was ready to shout something back in retaliation but was distracted by the bigger squeeze around his hand instead. You hadn't actually let go of his hand after writing your number on the back of it, and your anxious squeeze from the jock confrontation was unintentional but an instinctual reaction. He flashed you a concerned look.

"It's alright, sweetheart, I don't usually pay mind to pricks(!) like that," he smiled. "Anyway, I'll call you tonight. I won't keep you guys any longer," He gave your hand a small squeeze in return and waved you and Robin goodbye.

"Sorry, Robin, I didn't even realise you were still standing around waiting for me," you apologised. "I thought you'd already gone to the car,"

"Nah, it's okay. It was super cute just being in both of your presence, acting all adorable and stuff," Robin teased, tickling your sides.

You both walked up to the top of the parking lot to Steve's usual space and hopped into his car. The pair weren't working this evening so you were heading straight home instead of hanging at the video rental store. Your mind kept drifting back to the small moments with Eddie earlier in the day; the small hug, a peck of a kiss on the head, holding hands, that damn smile...

"You okay back there?" Steve looked at you through the rear-view mirror. "You've not said anything this whole time,"

"She's probably thinking about Eddie..." Robin teased.

The hesitation and the pink-flushed cheeks gave you away instantly, much to the delight of the pair sat in front. You saw Steve flash a smile at you in the mirror as he continued to drive you home. Robin decided to tell him all about what happened, especially her front row seat to the end of school interaction between you and Eddie. You tried to hide your rosy coloured cheeks through her retelling, but it was useless. You just had to own it.

"Well, sounds like he's interested in you," Steve said as he pulled up outside your house. "I mean, no harm in seeing where it goes. Might be good for you. New town, new school new friends... New boyfriend?"

You froze a little. Putting the label 'boyfriend' out there was a bit of a big step, considering what the last one did to you. But, Steve wasn't wrong. No harm in seeing where it goes. You're starting afresh might do you some good.

You got out the car, waved the pair off until tomorrow morning, and headed inside to see hi to your mom. You kicked off your shoes by the door and hung up your coat, shouting out to say your were home.

"Hey, sweetie! I'm just upstairs!" you heard your mom call. You ran upstairs to find her in her bedroom sorting out some of her belongings and putting them in their new place. You went over and gave her a small hug, with her returning the affection with a small kiss on the cheek. "Did you have a good day? I wasn't expecting you home until later,"

"All good," you said as you perched on the edge of her bed, cushioned by the soft blanket. "Robin and Steve aren't working tonight so they dropped me straight home. Whatcha you doing?"

"Just sorting through our things. Thought it was about damn time I start putting things away where they should be. I am sick of seeing all these brown boxes!" Your mom gestured towards the moving boxes strewn across her bedroom. She joined you briefly on the edge of her bed, and she placed her arm around your shoulders. "I am so glad to see how well you have settled here. You seem to be embracing the change and you look and sound so much better... Just like how you used to be,"

You began to well up, trying to keep the tears in. It was true in what she was saying. A stray tear fell down your cheeks and your mom caught it on her thumb, brushing it away across your cheek. She gave you a solemn smile, and squeezed you closer and tighter towards her to comfort you.

"I am always here for you," she turned to face you, now holding both your hands in hers. "always and forever, my darling girl. Don't ever fight your demons alone again. You don't need to. Shit, I've made some bad decisions in my time, and there's no doubt I still will, but I want you to know that I am here for you through thick and thin. I ain't afraid to go kick someone's ass,"

You laughed, smiling at your mom through teary eyes. She was right. You used to tell her everything all the time, and then your shitty ex-boyfriend came on the scene and you changed. You snuck around, hid things from her, rebelled, everything... All for a guy who didn't give two shits about respecting you. But your mom knew. She wasn't always such an angel herself, so she could see what was happening even if you didn't say. That's how she knew to get up and go, and find a new safe place for the pair of you.

"Can... Can I tell you something, mom?" you shifted about in your place on the edge of the bed nervously. This worried her, and you could tell instantly by the way her face dropped. "Don't look like that, it's not that bad!"

Her face relaxed, but you could tell she was still apprehensive about the next words that were going to leave your mouth.

"So... I've been getting to know people and made some good friends, right? I've been having a really great time and it's been so nice to just fit into a friendship group so quick," you were dancing around the subject and you could tell your mom just wanted you to get to the point as her arms crossed in front of her chest, biting her nails nervously. "Well... I, erm..."

"Come on out with it, for goodness sake. You're gonna give me a damn heart attack," you mom blurted out and interrupting your hesitation.

"I'VE GOT A DATE. WITH A GUY. ON FRIDAY."

The tension in the room was palpable. You dreaded what your mom was going to say. You were now the one biting the nails with nerves whilst your mom just stared at you.

"Okay," she broke the silence which had seemed to go on for a lifetime.

"...Okay?" you reiterated, unsure if was actually 'okay'.

"Okay," she repeated. No anger, no frustration, no tears.

"Oh... Well, that went better than I thought," you sighed deeply, tension dropping from your shoulders.

"What did you think I was going to say? That you're forbidden to date ever again in the history of mankind? Nah, I can't do that. I mean, even if I did I know it wouldn't last and you'd do it anyway. My dad used to do that to me and it never worked. I only realised that when I knew we had to go," she paused, judging to see your reaction. You seemed okay, more inquisitive to what she was going to say. "When I seemed like the Bitch of the House in our old town, grounding you for everything that was going on, I thought I was doing the right thing and trying to punish and prevent you doing those things again. But when I realised that there was more to it on D Day, I took a look at myself and noticed not once had I tried to see what was really going on. And that made me a shitty mom,"

"Mom, no--" you tried to interject.

"No, I was. I was a shitty mom who didn't even know how bad things had got. I looked at myself and saw my dad in me, and I didn't like it. I had promised myself that I would never treat my child the same way my father did to me... But I never noticed I already had with you. That's why I'm trying to make things better. I'm holding myself accountable for the past and I am actively making our lives better for the both of us. That's why I knew I had to take us out that shithole of a place when I saw how destroyed you were. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry I didn't do something sooner. I want you to be happy," she grabbed you and pulled you into a massive bear hug, stroking your hair as you silently cried. This wasn't how you expected today to go, but you were glad to hear it. "And if being happy means trying to go dating again... So be it. Of course I'm shit scared for you, but you can't move on if you don't try,"

You both sat there for a short while and spoke about everything. You felt so much lighter and in a way slightly healed about issues from the past. You helped your mom put some of her things away in her bedroom, and changed the tape in her hi-fi when it would finish. She said you could keep some of the tapes in her collection, so you grabbed a few to stash away in your room to see what you could add to your mixtape next.

Afterwards you helped with dinner and ate together in front of the TV, watching whatever was on at the time. You glanced at the clock on the wall - 8:30pm - Eddie hadn't called yet. You began doubting yourself, wondering if you had made up saying he'd call tonight. You tried not to think about it, and excused yourself to your room for the night. Your mom wished you a good night and continued to watch TV.

When you got to your bedroom, you decided to flick through the tapes you picked from your mom's collection to play this evening while doing your homework. You decided upon Cheap Trick's album In Colour, as it reminded you of long drives in the summer that your mom used to take you on, her long hair blowing in the breeze that flowed through the open windows in the car.

Time went on, you had finished your homework for the night, and decided to get your sketchbook out for some late night drawing to wind down. You had gone through some of your old notes from class the other day and looked for your doodles in the margins for inspiration for this evening's sketch. You set everything up on your bed for some extra comfort. It'd had been a while since you had drawn anything, so you were in a deep focus.

RING RIIING!

The sound of the phone ringing in your room made you jump off your bed.

RING RIIING!

"Hello?" you answered the phone, hand pressed to your chest as you could feel your heart beat hard and fast.

"Good evening, I'm calling from Hawkins Morgue and Crematorium. Chilled then fried, we're your guys!" you recognised Eddie's voice from his salesman-style tone on the other side of the phone and laughed at his opening line.

"Hi, Eddie," you said with a small chuckle. You sat back onto the bed and picked your pencil back up to continue sketching whilst staying on the phone. "Shit, it's like nearly 11pm! Bit late to be calling me, don't you think?"

"I know. Sorry, sweetheart," his voice purred down the phone, making your cheeks flush that shade of pink again. "I said I'd call, so I'm keepin' my promise,"

"Fair enough, a promise is a promise, I guess. Luckily you've not woken my mom, or you would have felt her wrath at the end of the phone," you warned him.

"Well I'm glad that it's your sweet voice down the line instead," Eddie's voice convincing you that your heart had been replaced by a flutter of butterflies with every word he spoke. "But I am sorry it is so late, definitely not my intention. Just got a bit carried away tonight,"

"Oh yeah? What have you been doing tonight?" you continued to scribble in your sketchbook on your propped up lap as you leant up against the headboard, phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Tonight, I did a service not many men can do," he claimed with a boast. "I, alongside some of my brothers in arms, rocked a show so hard we melted everyone's faces off,"

"Hardcore," you replied. "I didn't know you were in a band,"

"Of course! We're Corroded Coffin, the best metal band to come outta Hawkins!"

"And I assume the only metal band to come outta Hawkins too, huh?" you teased.

"Y-Yeah, that too-- ANYWAY! Here is your evening phone call from your date this coming Friday, which I know you're super excited about. I can hear you kicking your feet at the other end of the phone, you're that giddy," You couldn't help but laugh at Eddie, he was definitely ticking all the right boxes for charming you. "So where am I to collect my fair maiden to start the weekend off right?"

You told him your address and directions to get to it, and he read it back to make sure he got it down right.

"Great, how about I come get you about 7pm? Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect," you replied, a smile creeping onto your face. "Where are we headed?"

"Nuh-huh, you ain't getting it outta me yet!" you couldn't help but laugh again. "I said I'd give you a hint on Thursday and that's what I'm gonna do,"

"Okay, okay, you're right. Anyway, Eddie, I think I need to get off the phone now. It's getting late and I need to put my sketchbook stuff away,"

"You're an artist?" he queried you. "that's cool! What kinda stuff you do?"

"Oh, well, I wouldn't say I'm an artist. It's more like a hobby, really..."

"I'm calling BS right now. I bet you're sitting in front of a fuckin' masterpiece right now and you're just being too modest to admit,"

"It's nothing, really, just sketching some ideas out from doodles in class. Like, it's not a big deal,"

"See, there it is again. Miss Modesty over here! What is it that you've drawn? Or is it too naughty to share with the class--"

"Oh, god, no! Nothing like that!" you hear him laugh down the phone at you scrambling to prove your innocence. "It's some character ideas that I came up with,"

"Well, I'm not buying it, in all honesty. I think you should bring it in to prove me wrong, and then I can be in awe of your artistic prowess,"

"Errrr, okay..." you sound hesitant about the idea at first. "I don't really show other people my sketchbook, it's a work in progress kinda thing... Promise you won't laugh at my stuff?"

"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die,"

"Okay, fine. I'll pack it with me tomorrow. I'll show you before we head into school,"

"Great! Right, I better let you go and get some sleep. I've kept you up for long enough,"

"Alright, well g'night, Eddie. See you tomorrow," you yawn down the line.

"G'night, sweetheart. Dream of me!" Eddie hung up the phone.

You hung up your phone and looked down at your sketches.

"Well, shit," you said aloud to yourself. You had developed your character on the page that much on the phone that they had little Eddie characteristics - curly hair, Reeboks, the bandana in the back pocket. "I'm not hearing the end of this..."

[detta-pica]

Mei Mei, Juju Corp’s CFO, strolls in, followed closely by her ever-present personal assistant, Ui Ui, who is an actual child and therefore definitely an illegal hire. Probably he’s not an official employee at all. When Satoru first saw him and Mei interact, he decided it would be healthiest to mind his own business, though he did leave an anonymous tip with social services. Nanami, the COO, is right behind her, steps brisk, annoyance carved deeply into the lines of his face. Immediately, Satoru knows that Nanami knows that something is not right. It’s in the way Nanami pauses in the door, takes in Satoru’s closed laptop and noodle-like sprawl on the couch, and loosens his tie with the gravitas of someone preparing for their own execution. Satoru decides not to prolong his suffering. “I quit.” “Absolutely not,” Nanami says immediately. “You can’t stop me.” “We can sue you,” Mei informs him pleasantly, “if you mean what I think you mean, which is that you want to leave right now and never come back to this office.” Satoru grins. “That’s exactly right. I could file an anonymous report on my own negligence and get myself fired, if that’s what you prefer.” Nanami pulls out his phone and dials. “We need time to find a suitable replacement, you selfish--ah, Ieiri-san. I need you to talk Gojo down from quitting his job on the spot.” Satoru takes the phone when it’s thrust at him. “Shoko! I’m quitting!” “Congrats! And hey, I actually meant to call you anyway. Your great-uncle, the one who ran away from home and settled on a farm here, died last night. Do you know if anyone will be sad or can I handle it through the Gojo legal team?” “Huh. No, no one will be… Wait, there’s a farm?” Shoko exhales in that tell-tale way that means she’s smoking, even though she swore up and down that she’d quit the last time they talked. “It’s in terrible condition. Finding a buyer will take forever, I bet.” “I want it.” “You what?” “Shoko, I’m gonna live on that farm.” He can see it in his mind’s eye. A quaint little house with a porch swing, rustic decor, and a little fireplace to make it extra cosy in winter. There’s probably a barn. Maybe a chicken coop? He could get a cat, the kind that will roam on its own and leave dead rodents on his doormat. “Gojo, wait.” Shoko sounds distressed. “You know that--” He ends the call and beams at Mei and Nanami. “I just got great news. My great-uncle is dead!”

Listen. I've wanted to write a stsg Stardew Valley AU since before the March patch, but I got distracted with other things. I'm still distracted. This thing is nowhere near done, and it's not coming soon, but I didn't have anything better for WIP Wednesday.

(Current fic timeline is something like:

witch AU, with 5 stories to go in the series

a dark fairytale thing for Halloween

vampire AU sequel

Stardew Valley AU

fantasy AU no. 1

fantasy AU no. 2

The order could change. We'll see.)