#also I have written quite a bit but I hadn't realised it and now I feel a bit :-/ about it. dunno why before anyone asks. i just do

[tinknevertalks]

So I got tagged by @galactic-pirates (thank you lovely!) to answer a bunch of things, so here we go!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

*Checks* 236. 🙈

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

284,859, which looks kinda low, but I tend to write a lot of drabbles/double drabbles rather than full length epics.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Sanctuary, sometimes Stargate SG-1, and then random things that take my fancy.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Ghost of the Machine (Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, E, episode tag to Entity) - 157

Brothers (Lucifer, Ella & Lucifer, G) - 156

Beer Basted Omelettes (Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, G, post series) - 82

A Missed Birthday (But We’ll Always Have Cake) (Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, G, episode tag to Beneath The Surface) - 82

Acceptance (Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, G, episode tag to Divide and Conquer and Threads (kinda)) - 80

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

Yes, even the ones that try to force me to their idea of canon. Listen, unless it is written down in black and white on the screen (or spoken aloud on screen) you can theorise all you want about dates and shit, it don't mean jack.

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

Uhm… Maybe All He Ever Wanted? I tend not to have angst all the way through. Oh! There’s Do What You Can, or Fed Is Best, or Two Weeks Later. Like, I always try to finish my angsty fics with a ray of light (even if that light is a train at the end of the tunnel).

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

Words Don't Come Easily (Sanctuary, Teslen, M). It's just a big cuddle of indulgence, and super fluffy (and Helen and Nikola are both happy at the end).

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Only from people who don't like me having a different vibe to them regarding a character. ✌️

9. Do you write smut?

I have been known to, yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have been known to, yes. 😂 Well, some are crossovers, some are just straight up fusions, and they're just as fun. XD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I'm aware, nope. :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked in the past, but I don't know if they ever did.

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

Yes! Die Hard Isn't a Christmas Film with samsg1. She came to visit sorta this time last year, and whilst her kid played with mine, we semi planned a fic. She writes at a tremendous rate (and it sorta brought back some of my feels of being a teen when we’d do school work together and she’d fly, but I'd be floundering), but it was super collaborative. We even sorta swapped hats - I came out with angsty bits and she did some of the fluffier family feels. Very fun. (I wish I could write long fic like she does!)

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

It's a toss up between Teslen and Sam/Jack. :)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

The Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover where Sam and Helen swap places (natch). I made it so they swapped time periods too (S3/4 Sam with S3 Helen) and that was a complication too far. 😂🙈

16. What are your writing strengths?

A solid last line.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Characters being too open about their reasons of doing things.

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

So long as it's Welsh, we’re good. I'll put it in, so people can see it, but only if it makes sense (I had two characters in Ocean’s Edge speak Welsh to each other because they're from an area where they would).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: Voyager? Yeah, probs Voyager. But I played make believe games using anything I watched as a basis. I was a time travelling police officer more than once (Crime Traveller - not the best TV show ever but it had Chloe Annette and I *loved* her). Saying that, samsg1 and I used to re-enact Oscar’s Orchestra on the playground the next day as like seven year olds, so there you go. 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This is like asking me to choose between my kids. Either Waves, Of Sequins and Scalpels, or Sleepwalking. Oh! Or Washing the Dishes. Oh oh! Or The Keys of Bhalasaam.

I'm tagging... Who am I tagging? Uh... @ladyelysandra, @electricrogue (think they've both been tagged already but roll with it), @zebsfloppyears, @basiltheratatouille, @rinari7 and anyone else who wants to join in! :D

[variousqueerthings]

okay I watched good omens s2 yesterday with my partner, and I was genuinely very surprised -- I think if you've grown up through superwholock/merlin/the 100/teen wolf type shows where (with the exception periodically of doctor who) you kind of had to make up the good show that something could have been in your head, that colours a lot of your viewing, and to be honest I thought season 1 of good omens was a fine little piece, honoured the book while modernising it somewhat, it was a nice, fun, low stakes time, with a couple of things I might have wanted a tad different but nothing overall awful.

so I was seeing all this meta and gifsets and discussion, while I was waiting to give s2 a watch with my partner and thought "ah, people have made up the good show in their heads again" not that I assumed s2 was going to be a bad show, but that people were taking extra deep plunges into possibilities, the way fandom does, and that was fine. I knew there was a big ol kiss, I had a sense of some kind of argument at the end, and that it was setting up a s3

I also knew that mainstream reviews were calling it (politely) self-indulgent and dependent on whether or not you enjoy david tennant and michael sheen having a good time for just under 6 hours

all in all, expectations of a somewhat mainstream show without too much to think about, a nice, fun low stakes time, moving on...

(EDIT: AND THEN I WROTE A LOT OF WORDS SO YOU CAN IMAGINE THAT MY REACTION WAS QUITE DIFFERENT)

as it turns out it seems these things that were being written on tumblr were discussing the actual text of the show and not things you could extrapolate if you squinted and tilted your head a little to the left as I'm so used to doing, so in fact there is much to think about!

and my first thought was "this is like when you read early discworld books that ask a question like a joke, only to find that over time the answer to that question becomes very serious (and also can be funny at times of course)." how terry pratchett would pick and pick at tropes and notions and social ideas and go "oh now hold on, this seems strange..." starting way back when he thought it was odd that women warriors always seemed to be dressed in metal bikinis and then realising he hadn't done a good enough job of subverting the trope, simply by depicting it and calling it a bit silly

why do goblins always get treated as the villains? what's with this divine succession of kings business? where are the female dwarfs? who do we treat as disposable?

good omens season one went: "haha what if heaven and hell were intensely incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring of the work they did, and we took an angel and a demon and had them actually care? wouldn't that be... a bit silly?" (and it was)

good omens season two went: "what are the consequences for caring when the people who have power over you are incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring? what are the forces that supersede systems built on fear, ignorance, and violent conformity? can people change and break out of/challenge/break down these structures by caring?"

and this was set up with a neat little sleight of hand (to reference aziraphale's switch-and-bait in the episode with the nazi zombies), because the majority of season 2 does feel a bit indulgent: hey, remember those two wacky angel-and-demon characters? watch some more wacky things they did through the ages, watch them take a sojourn through 1827 Edinburgh and do a magic show during the Blitz, and... stop the death of Job's and Sitis' children (actually maybe that whole segment ought to have been what they call "A Clue")

see them try to figure out a kooky mystery, all the while setting up a cute little same-gender romance on their street. watch as everything points towards a happy ending that's all about the two of them realising what they've been to one another all these thousands and thousands (and thousands and thousands) of years- but hold on. lest we forget - and the show has made this point over and over - there are powerful people who control them, who hurt them, and who plan on hurting others, throughout the whole season, and as it turns out they know what they've been to one another for far far longer, and know how to pull their strings...

season 2 then, has to show us these things, not because they're indulgent (well, maybe occasionally, but the apology dance is still important), but because in order to make the ending a tragedy, we first need to understand, properly, the impact that they have had on each other. we need to understand that Aziraphale relied heavily on Crowley to be his moral compass and leaned on black-and-white thinking in order to deal with things, because if it's all grey then where does he fit and what has it all meant and heaven has to be the good guys, even as Job's and Sitis' children are ordered to be killed, it's all he ever had...

and Crowley was always an anchor, needed to trust that Aziraphale was different, needed to bend to every whim that Aziraphale has, because otherwise what's his worth in all this? After having been already deemed worthless by the heaven that Aziraphale needs to believe in?

and that, simplistically described, is the narrative that we're seeing in s2, and alongside that the ways that the changes they have upon each other are noticed, and monitored, and placed under suspicion, and finally... broken up, not by the clumsy, brute force that's been attempted over and over again, but by a promise to return into a violent, controlling system and to "make it better from within"

and all of this is wrapped up in two queer relationships + a third queered-within-the-text relationship that creates the inverse of how it ends for Aziraphale and Crowley (so far). queer love -- whatever shape that has -- is explicitly the shape of non-conformity within this narrative, including within the symbolism of angel-and-demon love of Gabriel and Beelzebub, which in the context of the systems created is considered queer (and one can argue till the cats come home about casting cis actors, about angel-and-demon notions of gender/romance/sexuality, but the "queerness" comes from building something non-conforming to the systems they exist in), and enforced by the explicitly our-world-definition-of queer romance that Nina and Maggie have going on (which, while less high stakes, still contains the background controlling relationship that Nina initially is in)

all of this to say, that I disagree that s2 meanders, or that plotlines happen for the sake of showcasing Aziraphale and Crowley without purpose, or that characters get sidelined (I'd say it sets up a whole host of interesting characters to further get into actually), or that it's strictly mainstream easy-access narrative that's just an excuse for the main creators and actors to get back together.

the love is the point, and this show takes its time to show the love (and the unequal boundary-setting, and the fact that one of them has an undiscussed tragic backstory, and the desperation to belong again, and the fear instilled by oppressive systems, and and and), so that we understand why those last 15 minutes happen the way that they do

it's sleight of hand, and like all good magic, you don't notice until it's happened

[thelov3lybookworm]

Nothing Like I Do

Summary: Y/n and Azriel have been friends for centuries now, having run away together during his escape from his father's house. She had been his neighbour's daughter, whose father wasn't much better. They had talked and met on various occasions before, having understood each others pain.

As she returned from the last mission that Cassian had given her in the stead of Rhys, she had decided that she was going to confess her feelings for the Shadowsinger. But when she returns, she realises that even though he has moved on from Mor, he isn't without someone. As she tries to navigate her way to telling him of her feelings, she wonders if she's risking her friendship with him.

A/n: I really like how this came out, feedback is always appreciated. Also, this is my first time writing Y/n instead of a name, so let me know if theres some need of correction.

And the lines written in blue are the lyrics which made me want to write this. I've honestly been waiting to write this since the song came out, but as i was writing you deserve better, I wanted to wait. And the lyrics aren't in chronological order, just placed where convenient.

•○🌑○•

As she flew over the glittering Sidra and the colourful lights lighting the shops, Y/n took a deep breath in an attempt to settle her nerves. She'd be returning home after almost a decade and she'd finally be meeting her friends.

She was half Illyrian just like Rhys, her father being the one with the wings. He and her mother had wed when his father had arranged a marriage for them.

As she landed on one of the balconies of the House of Wind and vanished her wings away, the nervousness came back with a vengeance. Walking in, she heard noises coming from a nearby sitting room. She smiled. They hadn't changed one bit, being as noisy as ever.

Y/n knew that the High Lord had found his mate, and that, after the war, the they had been blessed with a son. Other than that, she knew nothing about what had happened during the time she had been away.

Her heart beating in her ears, she slowly pushed the door open, poking her head in. Rhys was already staring at her, having known someone had entered the shield around the house. But this, he hadn't expected.

"Hello." Y/n squeaked, before clearing her throat and entering fully.

Hit me like a shot in the heart

Never should have played you so hard

Guess I played myself, that's my fault

Azriel was out of his chair and tackling her in a hug before she could blink. The breath was knocked out of her from the force of his body colliding with hers. It took her a moment to wrap her arms around him as well, mindful of his wings. She smiled at the ceiling.

She had missed this.

When he finally pulled away, grinning, she was yet again pulled into another hug, this time by a laughing Cassian. She nearly lost her footing. When he let go, Rhys smiled at her, giving her a far more gentler hug than his brothers.

As she finished hugging him, her eyes found that of Mor's, shooting an instant spike of self consciousness through her.

As always, Mor was dressed immaculately, with her hair done as if she was attending some celebration. While Y/n looked just out of a battle. In her fighting leathers, her hair almost completely out of the loose braid hanging down her back.

And all of that reminded her of the fact that the male she had always been in love with was in love with Mor.

Hit me like a poisonous dart

You wеre trouble right from the start

Should havе ran, I guess it's my fault

Her spirits were already down as Rhys introduced her to the new additions to the family. She excused herself, saying she wanted to take a bath, but before she left, Y/n crouched in front of Feyre and baby Nyx, who was trying to grab a piece of her hair.

As he babbled at her, she babbled right back, making him exclaim in happiness, trying to jump around on his mother's lap. When he started making grabby hands at her, she was shocked because as far as she knew, it takes quite some time for babies to get used to strangers, let alone pick them up.

She stared helplessly at Nyx. Sure, she was good with kids, but only when she wasn't holding them, never really having held a baby. The one time she did, everything went wrong.

She stared at her new baby brother with wide eyes, before looking up at her mother. "Can I hold him?"

"Yes Y/n." Her mother instructed her how to sit on the bed,placing the little bundle in her lap. Little Y/n couldn't look away, her jaw open in awe.

"He's so small." Y/n mumbled when the door flew open, loudly crashing against the wall, making her jump, jostling her brother in the process. She turned to look at who it was, the colour draining from her face.

Her father.

He looked furious. He had wanted her to stay away from the little boy, and when she had begged to know why, he had hit her. She still didn't understand why her father had wanted that. She also didn't understand why he hated her so much. Maybe it was because she asked too many questions? Whatever the reason, he didn't like her and had told her she was to stay away.

In her haste to get off the bed, she forgot, for a moment, that a baby was in her lap. Before he could get hurt, though, both her parents were there, her mother cradling the baby to her chest, trying to get Y/n behind her. It didn't help as Y/n's father had already grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her out of the bedroom and the main door, out in the cold. When she realised where he was taking her, she started crying and screaming, begging to be forgiven this one time.

It was obviously useless. Later on she would wonder why she even bothered, but at the moment, she would have done anything to be spared from the darkness.

She was dragged into the neighboring house, where a man was staring at her in disgust. She didn't hear anything that the two Illyrians talked about, the sobbing mess that she was. Then as suddenly as her father had stopped, he began dragging her towards the stairs leading down, before she was shoved into the dungeon and the door was slammed shut, leaving her in the darkness.

It was quite some time before she could breath without hiccups, finally quieting down.

A small body settled next to hers. "What happened this time?"

Y/n said nothing for some time, wondering how just wanting to hold her brother for some time could incense her father so.

"I was holding baby brother. He didn't want me to."

She couldn't see him, but she knew he nodded.

He was her only friend, Azriel. She was often times put here with him, both their fathers being friends and taking some sick pleasure in torturing the small children, locking them up in dark places. This wasn't the first time her father had done this. The sad part was that, as far as she could remember, this had been happening forever.

Y/n felt Azriel tugging her closer, hugging her close as they tried to go to sleep on the cold and hard ground. He was her only comfortin times as this, and he will be the only one, for quite some time.

Now, after centuries, she understood why he hated her. She was a female. No other reason. And the reason he didn't want her near her brother was because he didn't want her tainting him. Atleast, that's what he said when she and Azriel had gone near there for a mission.

Y/n took a deep breath, shaking those dark thoughts away and focusing on the happy baby in front of her. She won't let those memories ruin this happy moment.

She gently picked him up, looking to Feyre for guidance. As she stood with Nyx, her eyes connected with hazel ones, full of understanding. And when Azriel smiled, it didn't seem so bad.

Sometime later in the evening, after Y/n had already changed and freshen up, she found herself sitting next to the Shadowsinger with Nyx again in her lap, shaking and waving a stuffed bat toy.

As the night wore on, Y/n found her mind wandeing to her decision to confess her feelings to the Spymaster, and how she could do it. But then, soon enough she realised, with a burst of excitement, that Azriel had already moved on from his crush on Mor.

That happiness didn't last long as she realised that the subject of those longing glances and lingering touches had been changed to the middle Archeron sister, sitting on the other side of him.

I don't even know how to think

'Cause now she got your heart, so I feel stupid, foolish

'Fraid I'm losin' everything I thought I couldn't

My whole world is fallin' apart

And she couldn't help but wonder, would she again be too late?

•○🌑○•

As she stared at them from her place on rhe first floor balcony of the River House, Y/n couldn't help the ugly feeling of jealousy that reared its head. She didn't want to feel that way, especially as the person who held her heart looked so happy.

Azriel was standing behind Elain, who was tending to a few plants in her beautiful garden.

Azriel's head swivelled towards her, his mouth open as if he had looked up mid-sentence. He smiled at her before turning back to Elain.

"You should talk to him." Nesta murmured from behind her, making Y/n jump. While she was busy wallowing in self pity and jealousy, Nesta had somehow snuck up on her.

The two of them had become fast friends, finding they had similar interests. Especially those novels. And despite Y/n not telling Nesta about her feelings towards the Spymaster, Nesta had found out.

"I don't know what to say." Her voice wavered with barely controlled emotions.

Nesta leaned against the railing next to her. "I know. But try atleast. If possible, before the party tonight. If all goes well, you can have fun with him. If not... we can find someone for you tonight. Probably try to make him jealous."

It had been two weeks since Y/n had returned, and tonight was the party Rhys had decided to host in honour of her return.

Y/n nodded. It was time. To move on with him, or without. She couldn't waste her life trying to squeeze herself into other peoples lives, hoping someone would give her some affection.

•○🌑○•

Y/n bit her lip, wondering how to approach the topic. But no elaborate words found her, especially with the Shadowsinger's full attention on her.

Don't you go fallin' in love

Trust me, she's not the one

She won't ever love you like I do

Hold you like I do, know you like I do

There was no soft and subtle way to approach this, so she jumped right in.

"Do you like Elain?"

He blinked, taken aback. "Of course I like her. I like you too." There was something in his eyes that Y/n couldn't decipher as he said the last part.

"No like– like lovers kind of like. Are you interested in her?"

His eyes shuttered as soon as he heard the question. "That's none of your business."

"Oh? And since when did the two of us have different–"

"We're both grown up now, Y/n. You have your personal matters, I have mine. Don't snoop in my life. You are a friend. Act like a friend."

Y/n couldn't help but gape at him, wondering what the hell had gone wrong between them to make him so mad at her. It was a few moments before she could speak again. And when she did, she wished she hadn't.

"Forget her Azriel. Don't go falling in love with her. Trust me she's not the one. She'll never–" Y/nstopped herself from speaking, know if she continued speaking, she won't stop and confess, and then end up most probably rejected.

"She'll never what Y/n?" He stepped closer, so close that she could feel his breath, his voice dropping dangerously. When she said nothing, he continued. "And if she's not the one, who is?" Again, there was that thing in his eyes that she couldn't understand. He searched her eyes before stepping back, shaking his head. "Don't try to control my life Y/n. It doesn't suit you."

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she watched him step out of the room she had pulled him into. Just a few moments later, Nesta poked her head in, as if she had been waiting here all this time.

"Let's get you dressed and make him regret." She murmured, tugging Y/n out of the room.

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Y/n swallowed her nerves as best as she could as she stepped into the ball room, her eyes trying to find the Spymaster without her permission. But before she could see him, Nesta called out to her.

The night fared on without any issues, accept for the fact that she still hadn't found the Spymaster, good at hiding that he was. Sometime ago, a fae male had asked her to dance with him, which she was forced to accept after feeling Nesta and Mor's glares on her.

"Looks like it's time to change partners." A deep voice from behind Y/n said, sending shivers down her spine. The male glanced up, packing a little before making his exit. Finally, she turned to look at her friend, understanding why the male looked scared. Azriel looked like he was ready to do someone's head off. Or probably chew it off. His wings were slightly flared behind him in a show of power and possession, his signature scowl on his face, making him look all the more scary.

Y/n frowned at him, pissed that he had yelled at her just a few hours ago and then had the audacity to scare people away from her.

"What?" He asked after he had tugged her closer and begun swaying, still staring after the male.

"What's your problem?"

He glanced at her before again his eyes began tracking the male. "You didn't know him. He could've been a secret murderer."

Y/n gaped at him. "And what if he was? You had no right to scare him away."

"I'm just looking out for you. Were you interested in him?"

"That's none of your business." She parroted his earlier words, but he didn't seem to notice.

Don't you go falling in love

'Cause I'ma break that shit up

I won't let her love you like I do

Touch you like I do, nothing like I do

Nothing like I do

"He's not the one, trust me." Finally, he looked down at her.

Y/n had to take a deep breath to stop herself from screaming in frustration. "Don't snoop in my life, Azriel. You're friend, act like one."

A muscle ticked in his jaw as she pulled her hand away from his and stepped back. "Don't try to control my life. Doesn't suit you." Y/n whirled, her dress swishing around her legs as she walked away with barley restrained anger.

She walked out into the balcony nearest to her, leaning against it, taking deep gulps of the fresh night air.

Some time had passed before she felt Azriel's presence behing her and she sighed.

He silently came to stand beside her. It was quite a few moments before he cleared his throat. "I– I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. But did you see him? The way he was looking at you– it made me want to rip his head off him. I'm sorry."

He was looking at her now, but she stared straight ahead. When she didn't say anything for a long time, he continued. "What– what were you going to say, when we talked before the party? She'll never what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

"She'll never love you... like I do." She needed to know, Y/n decided. If he rejected her, she could atleast have no regrets when moving on.

He started laughing, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "No way. You don't love me. You don't, do you?"

She pushed back from the railing, turning away fro him. "If you don't want me –which I know you don't– atleast don't invalidate my feelings by laughing–"

"Who said i don't? Hmm?" He caught her wrist, tugging a frozen Y/n back, flush against him. "I love you too, you dumb female. Have been in love for almost my whole life now."

"But– but you loved Mor–" She sputtered, turning her head to look at him.

"That was me trying to accept the fact that an amazing female like you would never want a bastard like me."

"You're mad if you thought that. Why would you even think that!" She turned to look at him fully, her wrist still clasped in his hand. He just smiled and shrugged, staring at her intently. "You're such an idiot."

"But–" He said after a moments hesitation, "I'm your idiot now?"

She grinned, the tension bleeding from her shoulders as she buried her face in the place connecting his neck and shoulder, his arms instantly going around her waist.

"You're my idiot now."

Little did they know then, that soon they'll realise he was her mate too.

•○🌑○•

[biggestxsimps]

How about Harry Potter X shark like wizard reader.

Like reader accidentally turned himself into a shark once but couldn't fully turn back, so now he's human with tiny shark features.

Like features like sharp teeth or like webbed fingers.

And it's like really fluffy...

You guys can decide what kinda story since tbh...Idk what to do..

Have a nice day🪻 ( ・∇・)

Harry Potter x Shark-Like Male Reader Scenarios

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’ll admit, it was pretty tough to write this, but I hope it’s alright! Also sorry that it took so long, I’ve been a little busy recently. This is just a few short scenarios put together, I haven't written stuff in this layout before so I hope it’s okay. I just reread the request and omg I forgot to add the fluff.😭

Small mentions of blood! Nothing gorey, just a bit of bleeding.

~~~

Harry's POV:

It was quite normal to see students with extra limbs, animal parts and inhuman features, but usually it was the effect of a spell or potion. So one boy really threw me off, I hadn't seen him around before he introduced himself to me. I thought the gills or the webbed fingers were just a result of something he took. 

But after seeing him around a few more times, I noticed that they hadn’t gone away. I had never seen him without those fish-like features. I’ve seen a lot but this truly puzzled me. 

I had planned on asking him how he’d had gotten them, or if he was born with them. But I barely knew him, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, or weird him out with my curiosity.

~~~

I was in the Great Hall, eating my dinner when my eyes landed upon the odd boy again. Y/N. I know it’s rude to stare but I couldn’t help it. Once he went to take a bite out of a drumstick, I noticed his incredibly sharp teeth. They savagely ripped through the chicken, cleaning the bone in a matter of seconds, my body shivering at the sight.

That’s when I hear a gasp and a wince. I look back over at the boy, one of his pointy teeth in his right hand, blood slightly dripping from his mouth. The students around him started to worry, he dismissed them, the conversation barley being audible from where I sat.

“Don’t worry, it happens like every other week.”

I watched as his goofy smile grew wider, while he explained to the other students that another tooth would replace it in the matter of a couple days. Wow.

~~~

I had gotten closer to Y/N, we hang out pretty often now. I had invited him to hang out around the castle, it being a weekend, neither of us had all that much to do. I saw him walking from one of the halls, noticing him wearing his own clothes opposed to the school robes I was so used to seeing him in.

We greeted each other as he walked up to me, him asking me to lead the way on our ‘little adventure’ around Hogwarts. I chuckle before starting to walk, my steps stumble as my eyes adjust to the back of his clothes though. I thought it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, but once taking a closer look I realised what I had seen.

A small pointy (S/C) fin protruding from the top of his back. “Are you alright, Harry.” I look over to his face, his lips curved in a confused smile, I quickly nod as I catch back up with him. God, what else was he hiding?

~~~

Y/N and I were going steady now, we’ve been together for about a month now. I had planned on confessing to him during one of our hangouts, but he beat me to it. But it turned out all the same nevertheless. 

Most nights we hang out, whether it be in our common rooms or around the halls, even outside Hogwarts walls. But tonight he told me to meet him at the Great Lake, telling me had something he wanted to show me. I’d never been a fan of the lake but it wasn’t like there was any harm in going.

So that’s what I was doing now, making my way to the Great Lake. It wasn’t long until I saw Y/N in the distance, sitting just behind the water with his arms wrapped around his legs. His head turns back at the sound of my approaching steps, a bright smile appearing on his face as he greeted me. 

“G’ Evening, Love.” He lifts himself up, dusting the back of his pants before walking towards me. “Evening Y/N.” I smile up at the gushing boy in front of me. “You brought your swimsuit, yeah?” I nod. “Yeah, just like you asked.” I feel my smile widen looking at him, his own being too contagious.

“Alright, alright. Come in with me.” I watch as he pulls off his shirt, his fin slightly getting in the way, before diving into the lake. I follow his actions, making my way to the water as he swims around, waiting for me. 

I swim my way to him, far enough for the lake to be moderately deep before he swims around me, after a couple laps he dives into the water. I look around, waiting for him to pop back up, but he never does. “Y/N?” It had only been about 40 seconds but he must’ve been pretty far enough down, to where I couldn’t see him from outside of the water.

I start to panic at around the minute and a half mark, frantically looking around to see if he came up before sinking into the water. There I see him, smiling as he waves from about 10 metres below me. Bubbles start to escape the gills on his cheeks and that’s when I realise, I bring my head back up, Y/N swimming back to the top at the same time.

“You scared me for a minute there.” I admit as his goofy grin just grows. His arms wrap around me, chuckling as he lets out a "Oops, sorry." I playfully roll my eyes before reaching for his cheek, his head leaning further into the touch.

~~~

A/N: I read that shark’s typically lose 1 tooth every week and have it replaced in a day, so I thought I’d add it lol. I haven’t been that motivated as of recently, so I’m sorry if this isn’t written as well as some of my other fics. And sorry for how ooc Harry is oml.  I've also got a couple more requests to get out, so please forgive me if they come out a little late 🤧

Also thank you guys so so much for 300 followers!! We are so thankful to all of you that have interacted with our stuff, we really appreciate you all!

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[iiyoshi]

This is a one time thing only. But BOAT BOYS >>>

Eefo♡

Pairing : Smalletho(Joel x Etho) /r /p

Additional Tags : Eefo(lmao), coffeeshop-ish AU?, Hermitcraft, it's so weird because they're in-game but also not yk?, just the two of them being a mess and totally not obsessed with each other

"Eefo!"

Etho could only laugh as Joel was stuck behind the counter, helplessly trying to take his order.

"Alright, alright! Chill." He finally says, paying for his coffee.

The shop was relatively empty this morning, and given how most people were off traveling, the server was quite empty.

Etho grabs a seat, one where he can silently admire Joel from afar without being too obvious about it.

Surely, he wasn't the one obsessed. Joel was.

Right?

As the coffee machine chimed, Etho watched as Joel grabbed a paper cup and a marker, scribbling something.

"I'm the only one here, you know?" He gestures at the empty shop. "You don't have to write my name."

"I-I wasn't doing anything of the sort!" Joel stammered, quickly turning to pour Etho's drink in his cup. "Besides, you wouldn't have seen me unless you were staring. Obsessed much?"

"You're the one obsessed!" Etho quickly fired back.

Oh, how childish this silly game was between the two.

"Here. Your order, Eefo." Joel quickly places the cup on the counter and heads towards the back to do.. well, things.

Etho called out a quick "thank you" and left the shop, his coffee in his hand.

As the doorbell chimed once more, signaling Etho's departure, Joel finally poked his head out from the storage room and let out a sigh.

Had Etho realised any sooner instead of quickly running away to get out of the awkward situation, Joel might've died of embarrassment right then and there.

What was he thinking? Was that his attempt at being charming? Funny?

He sighs, grateful at the fact Etho hadn't realised or hadn't pointed it out; yet, disappointed Etho probably hadn't, and might not, realise.

Little did he know, Etho was stood right there outside the coffee shop, hand over his masked face, cup in the other, staring at the name Joel clearly had written -- Eefo♡

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I'm sorry. I think I got a bit obsessed over these two. You could see this as platonic or romantic, personally I just think they're a cute duo and I couldn't help myself :cry:

Of course, both real human beings!! so I don't hope to make anyone, especially them, uncomfortable.

Thank you for reading <3 now let's go overanalyze Neck Kisses again

[myuminji]

I don't have much to ramble about but having 4 reincarnation aus on the go is so real, trimax -> tristamp reincarnation au drives me insane on the daily. begging to hear about the other reincarnation aus pretty pls

(also your art is so charming and lovely!! I love your comics hehe)

UOHOHOHO I SEE WE THINK ALIKE ANON 🤝 reincarnation AU ALWAYS drives me insane too!!! Trigun especially is giving me too much power for me not to waste em yknow?😩😩

(heads up: there's LOTS of rambles, and they're all VW-centric)

Timeloop/Reincarnation AU where Vash reverses the time every time he fails to save Wolfwood, despite having the guilt of knowing Wolfwood will have to go through everything again had Vash chosen to loop the timeline again...

Shouldn't he let him finally get his peace? Isn't it cruel to make him suffer yet again through this horrid nightmare?

(Have you ever imagined if his "I can see it in his eyes" or "all I see is a man forcing himself to play the devil while his heart cries out" is because Vash knows he's actually not like that? That the man he knows has been kind, kind to him. But will also fear what will happen to him if he pushes his belief upon Wolfwood... Would he rather see the Wolfwood he'd known from his past? Or would he let him kill; a cold murderer, befitting of his title as 'The Punisher' in favour of his survival? But could you still call him the same Wolfwood he's known from before? Should he even try to reverse the time again? Hadn't he suffered enough?)

Reincarnation AU trimax VW but focusing on reincarnated! Wolfwood instead, chasing after Vash at every cycle of his life so he can protect, and ultimately, save him from his misery.

(He fails, quite a lot of times. But Vash doesn't need to know how many times.)

Everything was all white. And before he knew it, it was dark. Wolfwood wakes up again in a different place than he used to live in. But more than that, a different body (It was confusing at first, but he's quick to connect the dots when he finds a familiar face he could not mistake for others, now in a wanted poster, spanning across the walls of the buildings: "Vash The Stampede" it says. Wolfwood remembers: it was the man who greets him every time he enters the shop; him donning an apron as he serves other customers and he in his working outfit, back from a job he can remember no longer...)

Star-crossed Lovers where Wolfwood eventually realised he only dies because he tries tp save Vash. He could've lived a long, normal life, even stop his loop! But he didn't. Wolfwood who'd rather live short lives and die countless times just to save him... and the closest he's been with him relationship-wise is where his death is mourned the most...

(whether he thinks it's shit or not, Wolfwood still doesn't know. But had he known it'd be the last time he sees him, he'd have at least pulled him into a kiss. Say sweetheart, how about a thank you kiss?)

Reincarnation AU (trimax->tristamp) but this time both of them have bits of recollections of the past they never told each other they know.

Vash being more deadset on stopping Nai and now EOM as his main objectives, passively avoiding visiting orphanages at all costs in his travels,

Wolfwood as a kid who knew what will become of him when he's selected by the EOM but still joins and persists through his experiments with the thought "This could help the spikey his memories seem so keen on remembering" or an "I could only meet him this way, protect him this way"

Imagine the panic that settles when the timeline doesn't line up with their previous life, "what do you mean I met the gang before the July incident, and who is this old man??" Wolfwood

Eriks going missing for 2 years as written, thinking he should really, really avoid Wolfwood for good before he gets dragged any deeper, maybe he should run away from everything this time?

And Wolfwood desperately searching for him for the whole 2 years, even though he knows he'll find him again, fearing how he gets closer to the time because "what if something is different this time and I can't meet him?" or "What if I'm not supposed to be by his side this time?"

The last one is the one I talked on prev post! Reincarnation AU (trimax->tristamp) but it's only Wolfwood who remembers, and it's mostly a "trying to move on but failing miserably because you can never say no to your (reincarnated) partner"

Wolfwood reminiscing how similar yet so different this life is... thinks how "the ticket to the future is blank, and it led me back to you"

[fluffy-little-demon]

Daddy's Perfect Toy

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

This is the nastiest thing I have ever written. and I blame it all on @visceravalentines and @ventiswampwater and both their Bo fics.

This is the first time I have ever written something like this where he isn't your husband he's just holding you captive. My Bo fics are normally soft and comforting but not today. No we're gonna fuck shit up or more like Bo's gonna fuck you up. Now I've only written smut a couple of times so just keep that in mind while reading this.

I'm 5ft and I'm using it in this fic. It does have a tiny tiny bit of softness just cause I can't help it. Reader is on their period during this cause I'm also suffering through it.

Warnings: smut, noncon it's gotten to a point where you kinda sorta like it but not really, bondage, forced orgasms, he is filming the entire thing, taking photos, daddy kink, choking, marking, biting, blood play, creampie, throat fucking, shoves his fingers/thumb in your mouth, dirty talk, degradation, praise, size difference, objectification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cockwarming, breeding kink, a lot of licking, cunnilingus.

Please let me know if I've missed something.

You woke up sometime in the afternoon with the worst stomach ache you've had in a while. You are sitting with your back against the bed's headrest. Your head falls down as if it's too heavy for your neck to hold up. Your bottom half is completely bare as it would 'restrict access' to have anything on, a certain man would say. The only item of clothing you are wearing is an old shirt that has a few holes in it. You're assuming it's Bo's. Slowly opening your eyes you see a red stain on the bed sheet in between your crossed legs. Your sleepy brain takes a couple minutes to realise that the stain is blood from your period. Your eyes widen as your head shoots up. You begin to panic because you know Bo won't be very happy that you've stained his sheets. You can't move to hide the stain because your arms are bound to the bars on the bed's headrest. Although you know trying to hide it would just piss him off even more.

You have been sitting here for hours. You try to think of what's going to happen next. You're not quite sure what his game is anymore. He told you you deserve a reward for being such a good girl that you went from being tied to a chair in his basement to being tied to his bed in his house. You're not quite sure how long it's been. You wish you knew what was going to happen.

Things were different in the basement. True it was a lot more uncomfortable being tied to that chair but at least you knew the routine. Food, shower then fun time as your captive would call it. You both have very different ideas on what fun is though. The shower however in the basement it consisted of baby wipes. In the house you get to have an actual shower yes but only with him either watching or joining. That little voice in your head that sounded a lot like him reminded you that you hadn't earned privacy yet.

You turn your head to look out the window, noticing it was starting to get dark. It was around this time that Bo would bring you some food down into the basement. Except you had already eaten today. You had a burger and fries that Bo made. He has been giving you actual food since you've moved into his bedroom. You'd never admit this but he is a pretty damn good cook. It's definitely a couple steps up from the microwave meals you were being fed in the basement.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the glow of headlights and the sound of Bo's truck. Sitting up straighter after hearing the door slam shut. You feel yourself smile hearing his loud footsteps. You can't believe you're even a little excited to see him, you feel sick. You straighten out your legs to try and hide the blood even for a little bit. Putting a smile back on your face before the door opens. Bo walks in holding a glass of water, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey baby girl, got ya a drink." he brought the glass to your lips so you could have a drink. Placing the now empty glass on the bedside table. Bo sat by your leg on the edge on the bed facing you. He slowly puts his hand on your knee. You flinch slightly hoping he doesn't notice, if he did he didn't comment. Tracing circles with his thumb, he sighs then looks at you "ya know I've had a pretty shitty day ta day. Hoping you might help me with that"

Before you had a chance to reply, not that he would listen to you anyway he would do what he wanted regardless. You see him setting up a camera. He makes his way back over to you after the light turns green.

He began by softly holding your chin and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it through your lips into your mouth. You knew exactly what he wanted as you began to suck. Bo smirked, immediately moving to attach his mouth to that sensitive spot behind your ear. You were trying not to make any noise. He removes both his hand and his mouth from you before going to undo his belt and tugging his jeans and boxers off.

Kneeling over you so his crotch is right in front of your face. Grabbing his dick he pumps it a few times before lightly tapping the tip against your lips. You reluctantly open your mouth as he presses himself all the way in. Trying desperately hard not to gag because you know he would enjoy it too much and you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. You could already feel tears starting to form in your eyes, your hands gripping the bars. You can feel him lay heavy on your tongue, trying to breathe through your nose. He grabs your head with both hands pulling out slowly and without any warnings rammed it back into your throat. Causing you to choke and gag. You go to try to push him off so you can get some air but your arms are still tied to the bars on the headrest. Bo chuckles darkly as he is full on fucking your throat. Everything, every part of your body feels like it's on fire, you can't help but start crying. Bo looks down on you and a low growl escapes from the back of his throat. "Goddamn princess, you look fuckin gorgeous when ya cry like that!" He grabs his polaroid camera taking a picture of your tear stained face and cock stuffed mouth. Giving the picture a shake then places the camera and the photo back down.

Bo thrusts a couple more times then rips himself out of you before he has the chance to cum. You take in several deep breaths but they are each painful. Your lungs are burning and your throat is hella sore. Bo leans down and starts licking strips up both your cheeks. He then grabs both your thighs and pulls them apart. He sees the blood stain on the sheets, you think he is about to get mad but his eyes darken in a very lustful way. Looking back up at you with a kinda half smile "don't worry bout it darlin' I'll change it afta we done" he winks and spreads your legs even wider. "This is such a pretty pussy, and it's all mine." He dives right in devouring your cunt hands gripping your thighs. You're trying not to make any noise but with his tongue hitting all the right places in your already sensitive cunt it's becoming really hard not too. He growls into your pussy sending vibrations right into your core when he feels your walls clench around his tongue. Moaning, you try to arch your back but it's difficult in the way you're sitting. Releasing one hand from your thigh, he glides a finger through your folds and then another and then another.

You are so so close "b Bo, ohhh 'm c close" you feel him growl again. Sucking and swirling his tongue like it's his last meal on earth. You wish you could grab hold of his hair as you cum hard in his mouth. He had swallowed your juices yet kept going at it. You feel your eyes tear up again as you try to unsuccessfully wiggle your away from his touch. He has an iron grip on your thighs that will no doubt leave a mark. You try tugging your arms against their restraints to push him away.

"Bo, p please" your over sensitive walls clench as his continues to fuck you with his tongue. After your second orgasm hits. Bo's eyes look up at you as he licks straight up your folds. The way the blood is smeared around his face mixed with some of your juices that has dripped down his chin makes him look absolutely gorgeously feral. Bo straightens up to capture your mouth with his. He loves that you kiss him back. You're breathless as you break away.

"You taste fuckin' amazing baby doll, daddy just can't get enough." He has a smug smile as he uses two fingers to scoop up your folds wiping them on your face not forgetting to smear some on your lips. He shoves his fingers in your mouth to suck the rest off before going to untie your arms. Bo takes off his shirt then yours then guides you to lie down. Lines himself at your entrance before gliding in. Kissing your forehead, giving you a little time to adjust.

"Yer so tiny baby, daddy's cock is all up there" he pokes the bump in your belly where he is buried. He pulls out watching the bump go down then rise as he enters you again. Bo does that a couple more times before his pace speeds up. Your brain feels completely fuzzy. You're not even sure if you can produce words at this point. He lifts your legs up into a mating press. Your back arches as you let out an almost pornographic moan. Your nails are clawing at his back as he sucks marks on your neck and chest.

"Ya really are fuckin' made for me princess" Bo groans "my perfect little whore" his hand wraps around your throat squeezing just enough to make it a little uncomfortable. "Who do ya belong to baby? Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Y you Bo"

His hand squeezed a little bit more "who?"

"Daddy it it belongs to you, I b belong to you d daddy"

"Good slut"

Bo loosens his grip on your throat but keeps his hand there as he thrusts into you harder. Your mouth falls open but you don't hear any sound come out. Your nails dig deeper into his back. If he's leaving marks on you, you're gonna mark him too.

Bo feels your wall clench around his cock. He knows you're close. You try saying your close but all that comes out are whimpers and moans. "What d'ya need sweetheart? I can't understand yer whimpering"

"Wanna cum"

"Ya wanna cum?"

You nod

"Where?"

"O on your cock"

Bo looks at you with a smirk like the big bad wolf. "The little cockslut wants to cum on my cock uh. Who would have guessed that?" "Well you have been very good lately so go ahead, cum for me" "m gonna fill you up for being such a perfect toy for daddy to play with. You deserve it princess" Bo sinks his teeth into the part where your shoulder meets your neck drawing blood, leaving another mark. He fucks you through your orgasm and cums deep inside of you.

Stays still for a few minutes before Bo puts his hand under your back and rolls you onto your side with him still buried in your warm cunt. He wraps his arms around you and you can't help but snuggle into his neck very thankful for the comfort and being too fucked out to care.

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[scummynami]

Can you write some fem reader hc with Cale from trash of count’s family? He’s just so good 🫣

pairing: yan!cale henituse × fem!reader

tw: stalking and manipulation.

note: took me a while, BUT IT'S FINE. Thanks for this ask btw, tbh I didn't have a clue as to what "Trash of the Count's Family" was until this ask ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ I also have to give thanks to you cus you gave me a new genre to explore (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

You were a side character who didn't even get to appear in the official comic. Well, Kim Rok Soo hadn't read the latest chapter, as he died the same day before he could even get a glimpse. So, basically you were a character that was unknown and very new to him.

You and Cale Henituse didn't cross paths at all in the original work. In fact, you were destined to meet Choi Han instead of the young master, in a secret garden at a "cold solstice gathering", and was written to fall in love with said man- starting the "Star-Crossed Lovers Arc".

But Cale... Cale wasn't aware of that, as he trekked down the woodsy path, not knowing that he was about to delve into a path that wasn't originally his, with consequences that are much terrible than death.

The stars were alight, twinkling joyously as it sets the mood. Cale was weirded out by the romantic aura surrounding the woodsy backyard of the palace. The annoying crown prince tried picking a fight with him in front of Choi Han, making him flee the scene before things escalate.

He has to admit, it was a wise decision to do so, as him slipping away from the scene resulted in him achieving the impossible- being alone.

Ever since the story started, things have been annoyingly chaotic, so it was a nice change of pace, to achieve silence, that is.

However, that does not mean his problems were over. A new entity is threatening the specific area he wants to settle in, if there was a new threat arising in manhwas, usually, this means there's another power that was left untouched still.

His pensive state didn't continue for much longer, as he senses another presence near him. And it wasn't familiar. Immediately, he tenses up and creeps around until he sees walls of grass- hedges — he assumes — hidden behind the thick trunks of the forest.

He peers through the unkept hedge and is surprised to see a lady sitting on the fountain, leaning closer and closer towards the water as if mesmerised by something. He took note of this as he walks towards her, not bothering to conceal his footsteps, confirming that she is indeed under a spell.

If it weren't for the imminent danger that was to happen, he would've stayed awestruck by her enchanting features.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he easily carried her away from the fountain, effectively breaking the enchantment.

"... Whu... what?" She mumbled as she stared ahead in a daze, before realising her situation.

"I apologise... for this. But this was the only thing I had in mind that would save the lady without hurting you," he said as calmly as he could, peering into her eyes that were as clear as the night sky above. He could feel the back of his neck getting warmer and warmer.

He sets her down, but couldn't find it in himself to fully let her go, as he keeps an arm around her waist.

"Yes... thank you, sir...?" She replies, still in a surprised state. She felt as if his face was familiar, but couldn't quite put a finger to it.

"Cale Henituse, my lady. The eldest son of Count Henituse," he said, parting with her for a bit to give her a curt bow.

"Ah," her eyes widened with familiarity as the surprise on her face remains. "I see.... you are that sir Henituse."

He was expecting judgement from the ethereal lady. But he only got a curtsy and an introduction.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Name Arlischen. The youngest of Marquis Arlischen," she says softly. "I would like to give my gratitude to you, my lord."

Oh, Arlischen. Now he knew he was definitely way past the chapter he last read. This was the arc titled "Star-Crossed Lovers" and was one of the recent chapters published on the day he died.

The first few days in the capital were spent.... wastefully. He tried to gather information about the Arlischen Marquisate but only got unconfirmed rumours back.

This was where the stalking began. Well, he didn't necessarily called it stalking, as he dubbed it "gathering research material" shamelessly.

This was also the time when he began "befriending" the young lady and his possessive behaviour towards her.

The people around him began to question his actions and deemed it as him falling in love with the Arlischen's pearl. These claims were of course, denied at first, but that was until he began to take note of his behaviour around her, and how she acts around him.

Well, that may be due to the fact that he manipulated her into thinking that she's in love with him, not the other way around.

However, he didn't really care, as he began to drink in her affections, and found himself intoxicated by her.

It was around this period that he began to unconsciously include her in all of his future plans.

It also around this time that he began to slowly isolate her until he was certain that he was the only person she needed.

Her family had long approved of their relationship, so these things weren't seen as a bad thing, especially in this society of which they belong to, where women were to become their husband's property.

Meaning, everything he had or was about to do, were seen as romantic instead of toxic.

The grass swayed left and right carelessly. Caressing the cheeks of his beloved lady.

"When we marry, you must stop these adventures of yours and stay next to me as much as you can..." she mumbles as she buries her face into his stomach, feeling shy of her words just as she spoke them.

He chuckled, finding her behaviour cute. He held onto her arms and guided her until they were both at eye level. His arms embracing her form cautiously and lovingly as if she were a piece of art, saying: "When we marry, I promise you you'll never breath a day without me by your side."

It would be joke to assume things end here.

The night he saved her from being swallowed by the magic fountain's water, Choi Han had been following her, and had unknowingly fallen in love with Cale Henituse's beloved.

Choi Han had never been selfish, nor was he the type to disobey his master. But it all changed once he saw her.

Memories that weren't created flooded into the man's mind, letting him know of his destiny. Of how everything was supposed to be his, including her.

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tbh I wanna write about dark cale henituse. But didn't know how it should go, what direction it would take. Would rlly appreciate it if you guys write down recommendations in the comments below 🫶🏻

[under-lore]

Do you have any thoughts on darkmarxsoul's attempt at debunking Narrachara?

Little bit of story time :

I was actually online on Reddit back when this was posted, and saw it in "new" on the r/Undertale subreddit & quickly read through it just a couple hours after it was published.

Funnily enough, every single point made in that post was something that i had already addressed and disproven in UNAP a few months prior. (UNAP is an analysis project of mine regarding the UT narrator, currently 300+ pages of pure text long, still unpublished.) To be blunt, Dark's post didn't bring up any new points to the table at all as far as NarraChara theory is concerned, it was really just regurgitating older remarks from other people over the years in a more formatted way. So it was never much of a 'debunk' there anyways...

I actually remember sitting there in front of my computer for a good 5-10 minutes, wondering wether or not i should copy paste all of the relevant parts of UNAP into the comment section since well, i had already written out everything so that wouldn't take more than 20 seconds to do.

But at the time, i had just gotten done with a big UT lore related argument already, and you could clearly see from the comment section that OP was an extremely stubborn (and honestly kinda toxic ?) person. Meaning that given the sheer size of what i would be pasting, i might be signing myself into at least 10h of Reddit arguing before they'd be convinced which didn't sound very fun for me at the time.

Since at that point, i checked their profile history and saw that OP had barely just recently gotten back into Undertale a few weeks prior & that i also didn't really wanna spoil contents that were to be part of UNAP that early, i eventually figured that it wasn't worth the effort and just let it be instead. In other words, i got lazy, imagining that this person would either eventually realise the problems with their post by themself or (more likely) just lose interest in the topic altogether.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, i was wrong about that last part.

Dark later on went out to become an active, but also one of the most insulting and toxic (& often confidently-stating-openly-incorrect-things-in-a-lot-of-topics) member of the UT theorist community on not only just Reddit, but also a few other media like Twitter as well. (Although never quite reaching the toxicity level of a certain other person either.) I don't intend to be rude to Dark's nor to sound entitled here, but they are frankly just not a good theorist neither by game knowledge nor by their behavior with others and i would be being dishonest if i pretended otherwise here or just ignored the "toxic behavior" part of them altogether.

Frankly, now, i kinda regret that i didn't prevent all that from happening when i had the chance... Maybe if i hadn't gotten lazy that day and pasted a response as soon as it was posted, things could have turned out a bit different for them.

Honestly, I sort of blame myself for letting darkmarxsoul become what they are now.

But well...

[hebuiltfive]

Hi! A bit for the ask game!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you anticipated.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Thank you for the ask @edutainer2022!

I ramble a lot so I'll put most of this under a cut!

5. Ooh, this one is hard! I try to 'never say never' with any idea. Usually I'll work it into another story somewhere or just put it on a shelf of indefinite hiatus, but rarely do I look at an idea and say never. That being said, there are a fair few ideas that have yet to see the light of day and it's very possible that they never will.

The first one that comes to mind was my very first Thunderbirds fanfic I began to write but was never fully realised: a catastrophe on-board Titanic 2, an unfortunately named cruise ship that would catapult IR into intense media scrutiny and legal issues.

Another example might be Penelope taking Gordon on a trip to the Maldives for his birthday. It's been over a year since that idea was first formed and I've yet to actually write it out. I feel like it may never see the light of day!

Then there was an idea of the boys playing around in the pool too, but again, beyond a cliche title, nothing more ever came of that one.

There are plenty of others, I'm sure, I just can't think of them at the moment. Some may one day be weaselled into other fics, but there are plenty that have been shelved!

10. A fair few actually! I usually expect a couple of likes on my things and that's it. The Thunderfam are always so supportive though, which is something I'm still getting used to even after a year and a half of being here, because previous fandoms were often the opposite.

I think I was surprised by most of my Thundertober pieces from last year, especially Hospital. I hadn't thought anyone -bar a few, including your good self! - would be interested in a Havoc POV. I'm working on a sequel (of sorts) still, but holding back mainly because of that same thought. Maybe I should return to it at some point.

Also, WSHSB. The amount of changes to the plot of this story (it's so different to when I first started writing it last year!) is unreal and I honestly was just writing it purely for myself, thinking no-one would be interested in it at all! The reception is always very heartwarming whenever I post anything about it because in my head it's still just my silly little story 😂

18. This is another tough one. It took me a while to find a couple.

Maybe “I’m mad as hell that you would dare to stoop so goddamn low, is what I am.” / “I’m the villain.” from Seeking An Absolution purely because I'm biased as it was so much fun writing Jeff and the Hood, but also because the Hood is unapologetically evil. And he's more than happy to admit that. Exploring that was entertaining aha!

Also: "And who is going to save you?" which is from a piece that's still a WIP on my notes app. I think it's an important question that no-one in IR ever really considers - they're just doing their job, well aware of the risks and have made peace with that mostly - but the people close to them might want to ask on occasion.

I have a few others but I feel like I've rambled on for quite a while now. Thank you again for the ask! This was fun!

[reg-arcturus-black]

Enough is Full of Romance Part 4 - Drunk on Laughter

Where 2 brilliant talented people fall in love and navigate a life filled with paprazzi, rumors and a private romance after being introduced by their common friend. They say wrong person, right timing is a real thing but Ben and Y/N know they have a deep connection and they will wait for however long it takes!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

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Ben took a moment to register what just happened. He knew for a fact that he was not interested in kissing Addison at all. Or was it Madison? He had not even leaned in towards her. The game was a bad idea. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't even agreed to play it.

His disinterest in Madison was not the only reason he didn't want to kiss her. It was also you. You were right there in front of him. How could he even think about someone else. It had been some time since he saw you last but you were like the one habit his mind kept coming back to.

His friends had tried setting him up on dates but it would never go past the second one. Or the first one, in most cases. When it did reach the second one, something would go wrong. The girl would either slip up and confess that she was after fame or he would realise that it wasn't a good match. It was times like those his mind would wander back to you and remember how you made him feel. How at ease he was with you.

He didn't know if he had done the right thing that night or not. He knew you were still trying to get over your ex and this would have been the wrong time to enter into a new relationship.

You had been too engulfed in grief to make sense of your feelings, romantic or otherwise. So you believed that Ben leaving that night was the right thing. Tonight, however... You didn't know how or what to make of it.

When Madison sat back next to you after kissing him, she gave you a huge grin. One which had 'victory' written all over it.

"I need a drink," you said and got up. You went to the kitchen as fast as you could without making it seem like you were running away and took out your favourite bottle of vodka. You rarely ever drank, be it wine or tequila or vodka. But tonight's events were too much to not drink. You took the biggest glass you could find in your cabinet and filled it almost halfway.

You were aware that drinking on an empty stomach was not good. You also couldn't care less. The first sip burned your throat but the next made your body feel warm and the one after that made you brain go fuzzy. Honestly, you were just glad that Madison's head was in front of you so and you did not see them actually kiss. Just knowing that they had had this effect on you, you didn't want to think about how you would have reacted if you had actually seen it, too. You took another sip to make that thought go away.

"That's quite a lot of alcohol, don't you think?" You heard Ben ask and turned around to face him.

He had a small, playful smile on his face but something told you he didn't like what happened either. So wordlessly, you handed the glass to him.

"Look like I could use some, too," he sighed.

"I am so sorry this happened... Madison can be... Well, a bit Madison at times..." You explained.

"Oh, no, please, you don't have to apologise. It's not like it's your fault." He said, handing the glass back to you.

"But you did come all the way to my place. The least thing you should have gotten was a decent party. Instead, you get this," you shrugged, pointing your finger towards yourself.

"Eh, well, I like this far better than any party," he winked.

If you thought you were being strong and immune to his charms till then, which you weren't. His wink melted away the last line of defenses you had. You were a teenager with a crush all over again.

A serene silence settled in your kitchen. You could hear Madison and Andrew shouting and arguing distantly but you could not care less. This was like that night all over again, except you weren't feeling as hurt and heart broken over someone else. This time, however, your bestfriend had kissed your crush.

"So... What's the deal with Madison?" He asked cautiously as if taking her name would ruin the peaceful moment.

"Well, we met a few days after you and I did and she has been my best friend ever since..."

Ben pondered over the word 'best friend' for a while. Surely, a true best friend wouldn't have kissed him. She wouldn't have her pictures put up on the wall. What even was the deal with that whole thing?

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he focused on the person in front of him. He liked you with his whole heart and wanted to give it a shot. He wanted to see where and how things could develop if given the chance. He was too nervous to ask you out because he had done it the last time and the night didn't exactly end the way he had wanted. Which told him that he needed to address what happened. Perhaps after that, he could ask you out again.

You were on your phone recording something when you caught him looking at you. You gave him a guilty smile and put the phone down. "Sorry, too good of an idea to not record."

"You don't have to tell me," he laughed. "I know all about it." Your dedication and passion towards your music was something that had really stuck with him ever since he met you. It had inspired him and deepened his desire even more to create his own music.

"You feel like going for a walk?" You asked all of a sudden, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sure. I was wondering if we could talk about... You know, that night?" he could see how your cheeks has started getting a hint of red due to the alcohol but you seemed to have a pretty good control over yourself. He would soon find out how much control you didn't have.

You nodded. As much as you were dreading that conversation, you understood how important it was to talk about or at least acknowledge what had almost happened and why it did not. "We can't actually go outside but maybe the roof?"

"That works," he said, following you up the spiral staircase with a wine bottle and two glasses in his hands.

"You will have to be careful at this one step because it curves and -"

CRASH!

"-and you might fall..." you completed, looking back at him. He was sitting on the steps, wine bottle broken and it's contents on the stairs with the glasses still in his hands.

He looked up at you while you examined the scene just 3 steps below. Your lips pursed as you met his eyes and heard his overly dramatic sigh.

"Ben, I promise I am a good person," you started, your voice changing.

"I know."

"I don't do this when people fall..."

"I know."

"But I am drunk already..."

"I know."

"And the way - I mean, the sound of the bottle shattering and you falling..."

"I know. Go ahead. I won't mind." He took another heavy, dramatic sigh and that was what finally broke you. You couldn't keep in your laughter anymore. You laughed and you laughed. Something that made him laugh once he had recovered from the sudden shock of falling.

Wait, did he just hear you snort? He noticed how you could barely keep your eyes open while you laughed. He noticed how your entire body reacted when you laughed. He noticed how your cheeks flushed even more with each passing second.

"Just, just wait here a second," you said and ran upstairs. "Smile..."

When he looked up and saw you against the railing, barely able to stand straight and on the verge of falling with a camera in your hand, he laughed out loud and was suddenly blinded by a flash.

You instantly put the camera down and ran to him. "Look at this!" You exclaimed, handing him a piece of paper.

Only when he looked at it, he realised it was a Polaroid picture you just took. He was grinning like an idiot on your fancy, spiral staircase. "I didn't know it was a Polaroid camera you had!"

"You didn't know it was a Polaroid camera I had!" You repeated and before he knew it, you were laughing again. You were laughing so hard that you had to lean against the railing to sit down or you would have fallen, too.

Ben watch mesmerized as you had to physically restrain yourself from slipping down due to laughing so hard. Your laugh was the most beautiful sound he had heard. It drowned out whatever happened in the party and he just knew he could listen to it forever. It symbolised how happy you were and he wanted you to be forever. And oh, how he wished he could be the reason for your happiness.

"Holy shit," he said softly.

You were wiping away your happy tears while still bursting with laughter but managed to catch his voice. How could you not? He had the most perfect voice with a gorgeous accent. You were aware you were getting a bit carried away but you couldn't help it. You were happy. Ben Barnes made you happy.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I think I am falling in love with you..."

"Oh," you said, your expression turning serious. You stood up and started walking up the stairs.

Fear gripped Ben's heart like it had never before. Had he said something wrong? Or something he shouldn't have said? Maybe he got too lost in the moment or used words that were too big.

"Wait, Y/N, I am sorry... Where are you going?" He put the glasses down and ran after you, trying to think of ways to make it up to you. He did not want to lose you again. "I - I don't why I said that... I mean, I know but I am sorry... You are so beautiful and your laugh is the best thing ever and I - I couldn't help it... It just slipped out... I am sorry..."

"Did you mean it?" You asked suddenly, turning around to face him in the hallway.

He looked at you for a moment. Taking in your features. Your eyes, the way your hair framed your face, the way your lips were bent in half a smile.

He nodded. "I - I did."

"Okay, then. Good," you said and started walking again.

"Wait, what? Where are you going?"

His question was answered when you took a turn and pulled him into a... room?

"You saw my awful party but now," you said, taking his hand and shutting the door behind him. "Welcome to my bedroom..."

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PS: I promise I know Ben is a gentleman and it will be reflected ❤️

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Welcome to your life - Pt 2:

Acting On Your Best Behaviour Ch 4:

Summary:

They'd seen it in their fellow orphans often enough to recognise the pattern and were now forced to admit, despite their hopes to the contrary, that Isidora had likely suffered similar side effects.

No… they'd always known she had. The Keeper had just wanted the power that Ranrok had, enough to convince themselves that they would be able to handle it better than that naive woman.

With the start of the Keeper’s sixth-year in Hogwarts, comes a whole slew of headache-inducing challenges from the most unexpected of places. Between insignificant pests throwing wrenches into their plans and tedious teenage drama, that the Keeper is entirely unprepared for, they wonder if they'll make it to their NEWTs without losing their sanity.

Or worse, Ominis or Sebastian.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Quite a lot of vulgarities?

Boy am I glad I told ya’ll I was going to take a three week break, because I was ridiculously busy during those three weeks. I barely got one and a half chapter written- it should hopefully be calmer for me this week and maybe I’ll actually have time to write…

"Class dismissed." Professor Weasley smiled as she returned to her desk.

The Keeper sighed, shoving their Transfiguration textbook into their satchel. The day had barely begun, and already they were feeling worn out as they followed Ominis out of the classroom.

Fuck.

They really messed up last night. How could they have lost control like that? By the time they'd gotten a grip on themselves, the jar they were holding had been depleted by nearly half its contents.

Horrified by their own actions, the Keeper had sworn to themselves that it wouldn't happen again. Honestly, the thought that their self-control had slipped so badly, and they hadn’t even realised it, was terrifying. What is wrong with me?

With only half a jar left, they probably shouldn't take any more for at least a week. They would need to ration out the energy as long as they could. The Keeper bit back a groan, not wanting to worry Ominis as they made their way towards the great hall for lunch after Herbology.

What the Keeper wouldn't give to be able to go to the Room of Requirement and smash some furniture. Maybe they could at least smash the pots at the bottom of the staircase to the Slytherin common room later. Everyone always kicked those by accident anyway, no one would think anything of it.

If nothing else, at least their mind hadn't been this clear since school started. They still weren't quite up to their usual standards, but the Keeper had to admit that the fog in their brain had cleared, enough for them to actually hear themselves think at least.

"Professor Sharp? Do you need something, sir?"

The Keeper paused as Ominis spoke beside them, drawn out of their thoughts and frustration, as the Professor approached them.

"Not from you, Mr Gaunt." Professor Sharp shook his head, turning to face the Keeper instead. "A word, if you will?"

"Of course, Professor." The Keeper replied quickly, pushing down the burst of anxiety that twisted their stomach. What now?

"Go on ahead Ominis, I'll join you later." The Keeper added, placing a hand on Ominis shoulder briefly, before following Sharp to a spot where they could speak outside the flow of traffic.

Ominis lingered, uncertain if he should stay nearby and wait, despite the Keeper's words. He was worried about them, and about what the professor needed from them, they didn't need even more problems on top of everything.

He'd thought the rest yesterday had done them some good, the Keeper had seemed less absentminded and distracted today, but they'd also been fidgeting far worse than they had for all of last week. Combined.

His partner had been walking around with a charged atmosphere that made Ominis uncertain of what to do or what to say to them. He'd never felt so useless and awkward, at least with Sebastian he'd understood what was upsetting him.

Ominis knew something was up with the Keeper. Something they weren't telling him. He'd been waiting for them to come clean with Sebastian and himself when they were ready, but if this got any worse… He had a feeling that things could get dangerous.

Perhaps he should press the Keeper harder for a proper explanation…

He didn't want to fight with them about it, but neither he nor Sebastian could help if the Keeper refused to be honest with them. Truthfully, that also stung, they were lovers, weren't they?

He was so tired of people he loved keeping secrets from him, putting themselves in danger without caring about how he felt.

Ominis paused, re-examining the thought, but that wasn't quite true, now was it? The Keeper wasn't just keeping secrets from him, they were keeping secrets from everyone.

They'd told him and Sebastian so much already, such mind-blowing secrets the Keeper held. Why would he assume that they'd told him everything? That they wouldn't have even more Inferi in their closet?

The Keeper had never said that they would be relying on Sebastian and Ominis, it was always the Keeper who'd been the one being relied on. It'd been like this the whole time he'd known them. From helping Sebastian with his search for a cure for Anne, to supporting Sebastian when Ominis couldn’t, to keeping the nightmares away for the two of them.

Ominis had never seen the Keeper ask anyone for support, it was always the other way around. Sure, they'd ask for information or assistance with achieving a goal, but they'd never sought to confide in anyone. Even telling Sebastian and Ominis about their childhood abuse had been in honest answer to questioning, rather than the Keeper wilfully seeking comfort from them.

Perhaps the Keeper just wasn't used to asking for help?

He and Sebastian might have to take the initiative here this time, and he should probably speak with Sebastian about this first…

With that in mind, Ominis took a few steps towards the great hall, when he noticed something with his wand sight.

The bullies, who'd been stalking them since the classroom as usual, were abruptly walking in the opposite direction.

Ominis frowned, why would those wombats leave all of a sudden? A feeling of unease gripped him. What in Merlin's name were they up to?

Well, following his gut had rarely led him wrong. So, without hesitation, Ominis spun on his heel and pursued the stalkers.

Using his wand sight to keep them within "view", Ominis carefully trailed the two boys all the way to the Central Hall.

He frowned as they scurried down the stairs and took a left turn. Following quickly behind, he stopped to wait by the Statue of Gregory the Smarmy, as the boys travelled along the corridor to the Potions classroom.

Hearing the door close behind the two bullies, Ominis hurriedly made his way through the corridor as well, stopping behind the door to the Potions classroom this time. His eyebrows rose on his forehead as his wand sight showed the stupid boys standing before Professor Sharp's office door.

Tipping his head to the side, Ominis strained his ears and his eyes widened as he heard one of them whisper. "Alohomora."

Ominis wasn't sure which he was more surprised by, that those bumbling baboons were trying to break into the office of a Professor or that one of them could cast Alohomora in the first place.

Waiting for them to enter the office, Ominis slipped into the classroom as well and stopped beside the ajar office door, focusing on trying to hear any sounds that emerged.

"Have you checked behind the jars?"

"Are you stupid? Why would he keep legal documents on an ingredient shelf?"

"Hey, I'm just being thorough."

"We don't have time to be thorough, he'll be heading back here after lunch. We're already lucky as fuck to have more time thanks to his chat with the mudblood."

"Fine fine, got it. Merlin's balls, why does he have so many scrolls on the bloody floor."

"Anything useful in there?"

"Not yet, oh hey, my essay from last week!"

"Stay focused dimwit, we need to find that document with Sallow's signature or we won't have proof that something's up with that mudblood's guardianship transfer."

"Urgh, can't we just tell Sharp that no one's seen Sallow's uncle in Feldcroft all summer, despite that thing staying in his house?"

"No, you twit, girl gossip ain't evidence. If we can prove it's a forgery, it'll fuck 'em up way better, but we need that damn paper and another one with his signature on it or my dad's lawyer won't be able to prove that for me."

Ominis stiffened. That was not good. How did these idiots even figure that out!? If this got out, it wouldn't be the Keeper alone who'd get in trouble.

"How'd you get him to agree to that anyways?"

"Heh, caught him making out with me mum last year."

"That's fucked up, mate."

Deciding he'd heard enough, Ominis quietly left the classroom, closing the door behind him and sprinting towards the stairs. If he was lucky, Professor Sharp would still be speaking with the Keeper.

"What did you wish to speak about, Professor?" The Keeper asked politely, working to suppress their anxiety.

The teacher observed them for a few moments, lifting his chin slightly before speaking. "How have you been?"

What?

The Keeper blinked in some confusion, feeling even more wary of what this might be about. "...fine, sir?"

"Hm." Professor Sharp scrutinised them with narrowed eyes and folded his arms. "I've been having some concerns for you."

It took a fair amount of effort for the Keeper to reign in their physical reaction. Merlin, were they lucky the Professor had chosen to speak with them on a day when their brain was actually functioning.

"It has not escaped my notice that you've been having difficulties focusing in class." Sharp frowned, and while the Keeper felt like his words were reprimanding, his tone was oddly even and clear of irritation. "Both your classwork and assignments have suffered since the start of term."

"I've heard similar reports from the other professors." The man sighed, relaxing his arms, and leaning against the wall beside them to take weight off his bad leg. "If something is bothering you, or if taking seven NEWTs is too difficult for you to manage, it is perfectly fine to drop a class or two."

The Keeper found themselves bristling internally at the suggestion that they'd bitten off more than they could chew with their courses. They would have been 'perfectly fine' if they didn't have two fucking wrenches in their steam engine.

"You needn't worry about me Professor, I have just been… adjusting to school again." The Keeper gave a tight smile, doing their best to keep their wounded pride under wraps.

"Mhm." Sharp eyed them sceptically, his expression told them exactly how convinced he was. Which was clearly, not at all.

The Keeper felt a flash of impatience, as Professor Sharp hesitated for a few beats, before finally airing his thoughts. "Have you perhaps, been having a hard time due to a… lack of guidance, like that of which you had from Professor Fig?"

The Keeper stared uncomprehendingly at him for a moment. What? Why would he bring up Fig all of a sudden? The change in topic was bizarre, and they wondered if Sharp was just throwing out random guesswork.

Though, they did suppose that all this nonsense might have been easier to deal with if Fig were here… The old man would probably be livid that they had been using Pain energy so much during the holidays, but it would have been nice to be able to seek his advice about dealing with those pesky stalkers.

Too late, the Keeper realised that they had been silent for far too long and Professor Sharp's brow had taken on a pitying crease. Disgusting.

The Keeper bit back their grimace, well, can't do anything about that now, might as well go along with his assumption. "I do miss Professor Fig, however, I can assure you that I have everything handled."

Professor Sharp sighed again. "If you were anyone else, I would not be concerned by a dip in performance at the start of Sixth year. The jump in subject difficulty is not insignificant."

"However, the drastic decrease in your performance is concerning." The professor continued, humming thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again. "I'd initially intended to simply ask that you consider dropping a subject to decrease your workload."

The Keeper frowned, what had they done to change his mind?

"But, I believe it might be better to speak with you more on this matter." Sharp straightened, and the Keeper struggled to swallow their groan. This was taking far too long already, they just wanted to go to lunch with their boys, having Sebastian and Ominis around always soothed their frayed nerves.

Professor Sharp gave them a small smile as he waved a hand in the direction of the Potions classroom. "Would you mind joining me in my office? I will have an elf bring us food and you may eat while we discuss."

What an absolute waste of time that would be. If you can’t convince me here, what makes you think a change of venue would?

The Keeper liked Professor Sharp well enough. He was a pragmatic man, and they respected him for his power and skill. As well as his level-headed leadership qualities, but he could keep his pity and ‘guidance’, the Keeper had no use for them.

Those would have been of more value to Sebastian two years ago than a 'talented' sixteen-year-old who was only showing some difficulties keeping up with the curriculum. These adults were so bad at gauging when they should intervene, versus when they should give a kid space to solve their own problems, the Keeper thought to themselves with some bitterness.

Plastering on a forced smile, the Keeper opened their mouth, intending to tell the professor where he could shove his invite. Politely, of course. When they were interrupted by the approach of a slightly breathless Ominis.

"I apologise for interrupting Professor, this will only take a moment." Ominis bowed his head politely.

Professor Sharp gave a long-suffering sigh but nodded, waving a hand dismissively. "Very well, Mr Gaunt."

Ominis then turned to the Keeper, and they wondered what he'd come back for. "I wanted to tell you that Sebastian and I won't be able to have lunch with you, Sebastian's uncle has asked us to help him catch the two rats who've been pestering us, they're apparently in his office at the moment. I hope you don't mind."

The Keeper blinked, Solomon's office? He definitely didn't have an office in the Feldcroft house, not to mention, he was dead. That left only the possibility that Ominis was trying to give them a coded hint.

"Of course, I'll see you guys after lunch in Defence then." The Keeper nodded, answering smoothly as they digested his words.

Two rats who'd been pestering us. The bullies, obviously. Catching the bullies in Solomon's office. Catching the bullies in an office… the Keeper’s eyes widened. Professor Sharp's office!

"Be sure to return within the hour, Mr Gaunt, you wouldn't want to lose house points for tardiness." Professor Sharp eyed Ominis sternly.

"Of course, Professor. I apologise again for the interruption." Ominis nodded respectfully.

As Ominis left, the Keeper turned back to Professor Sharp with a bright smile. "As I was about to say, Professor, I wouldn’t mind speaking further in your office, I suppose it would be more comfortable than the hallways."

The teacher nodded approvingly and began leading the way to the Potions classroom, where his office was located. The Keeper could barely contain their anticipation, hopefully they would reach the office in time to catch the buffoons in the act!

The walk was painfully slow, and it was even harder for the Keeper to stop themselves from rushing the limping teacher. It felt like ages since they'd had something vindictive to look forward to.

Finally, as they stepped through the open Potions classroom door, a sharp grin spread across the Keeper's face, at the rustling sound emerging from the office door. The door that was slightly ajar.

The professor stiffened beside the Keeper, and with a surprisingly swift movement, he jerked the office door open, his voice a low and dangerous growl. "I sincerely hope that the two of you realise how much trouble you're in."

The Keeper leaned forward, peering into the office behind Professor Sharp, and had to stifle a snicker at the identical looks of terror on the bullies' faces. The professor's normally stoic countenance must be truly terrifying, and the Keeper was mildly disappointed that they couldn't see it from behind him.

"Pro- Professor Sharp! T- this isn't what it looks like! We-" Selwyn stammered in alarm, dropping the parchment he'd been holding.

"If you think you can weasel your way out of this, I will be even more concerned for your intelligence than I already am." Professor Sharp's dry tone was laced with derision and the boys wisely clammed up. "I can assure you that the consequences of breaking into my office will be worse than a failed essay, Mr Selwyn."

"T- that's not- you can check! I haven't changed anything!" Selwyn spluttered, scrambling to pick up the parchment, freezing when he realised that the fact that he'd been holding it, was even more incriminating.

"W- well sir, we didn't break in, t- the door was open, and we were worried th-" Macnair started, when the professor flicked his wrist and the man's wand slipped from his sleeve into his hand.

"Priori Incantatem." Sharp pointed his wand at Macnair’s, across the room, causing it to reveal the boy's last cast spell. The Alohomora charm.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Professor Sharp lifted his chin, his voice disappointed. "Clearly, you are both liars who won't even take responsibility for your actions. The fact that you are here despite not even taking my class, Mr Macnair, is not convincing me that you aren't here to help your friend cheat. I expected more from students of my house."

The two boys wilted as the futility of their attempts to escape judgement sank in, forced to endure the scathing disappointment of their Head of House. All while the Keeper watched them get railed by the ex-auror in satisfaction.

As Selwyn lifted his eyes dejectedly, he spotted the Keeper standing behind the professor, and his eyes widened when they flashed him a mocking smirk. His face immediately turned red with anger.

"This is all your fault, isn't it, Mudblood!?" The brown-haired boy spat, unable to restrain himself, while Macnair's side-eyed his friend in alarm.

"Twenty points from Slytherin! I do not tolerate language like that between housemates." Professor Sharp snapped. "And I don't see how your own foolish actions can be blamed on your junior. If you are referring to my timely return, then I would have you know that it was I who invited them to my office."

For the first time since the Keeper met them, the two idiots made a wise decision and stayed silent. Seemingly reminded that the Keeper was still with him, Professor Sharp turned his head slightly to speak to them.

"I apologise but it seems like we'll have to postpone our talk while I deal with these two." The professor sighed. "You should still have enough time to grab a quick bite before classes resume."

The Keeper nodded their head in response. "No worries, Professor, I understand. I'll head to the great hall then."

The professor nodded and the Keeper slipped back out through the door, chuckling quietly to themselves. Well, that had certainly been worth burning most of their lunch break.

"Tempus." The Keeper murmured with a flick of their wand. Fifteen minutes, they'd have to get to the great hall as fast as they could if they wanted to have any food.

With a sigh, the Keeper picked up the pace, just shy of sprinting through the halls.

Panting slightly, they weaved through the trickle of students leaving the great hall, heading to their next classes, till they arrived at the large doors to the Great Hall. Slipping inside, they spotted Sebastian and Ominis speaking by the table, and hurriedly made their way over.

"You made it!" Sebastian grinned. "How was the show?"

"Satisfying, they looked like they were going to wet themselves." The Keeper smirked as they surveyed the remaining food on the table, searching for something they could eat very quickly.

Sebastian's grin stretched further. "You better show us that memory in the Undercroft pensive when we get the chance."

"Of course." The Keeper chuckled as they grabbed some bread, cheese, and turkey slices to put together a quick and simple sandwich.

"I was wondering if Sharp would still want to speak with you, but now you barely have time to eat. It'll be ages till dinner." Ominis' expression was somewhere between irritated at the professor and worried for the Keeper.

The Keeper laughed as they smushed the sandwich as flat as it could go. "You underestimate me. I had to eat fast when stealing food, couldn't afford to be caught with any of it, so I'm used to it."

The Keeper promptly demonstrated their point as they effectively crammed half of the sandwich into their mouth, chewed quickly and swallowed, chasing it down with a gulp of tea. In less than two minutes, the first sandwich was gone, and they began working on the second.

"Please don't tell me they're inhaling their food." Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well, can't say anything then, now can I?" Sebastian replied distantly, uncertain if he was impressed or appalled at the way the Keeper was eating. "At the very least, I can say their swallowing techniques aren't limited to swallowing yo-."

"Sebastian! I swear if you finish that sentence-" Ominis exclaimed, smacking Sebastian in the shoulder with one hand and covering his face with the other, while his ears turned red. Thank Merlin the great hall was empty.

"Haa-" The Keeper sighed as they set down the cup of tea that they'd emptied to wash the two sandwiches down. "Alright, let's head to Defence. We can discuss the two idiots after dinner."

With a final slap on Sebastian's shoulder, Ominis trailed after the Keeper as they strode towards the door, followed by Sebastian and his cheeky grin.

"So, Ominis, what exactly happened while Professor Sharp was being nosy?" The Keeper asked in a low voice as they took a seat beside their blind partner in the Slytherin common room after dinner, while Sebastian sat on the couch opposite them.

"I noticed our stalkers leaving after the professor approached you." Ominis began.

"What did Sharp want to talk about anyway? You said he was being nosy?" Sebastian tipped his head to the side curiously.

The Keeper waved a hand dismissively. "Just some presumptions about my lack of focus being related to Fig's passing. Carry on, Ominis."

Sebastian gave them a scrutinising glance, and Ominis' features took on a concerned countenance but continued as requested.

"I decided to follow them, and thus witnessed them breaking into the office. I eavesdropped on their conversation for a bit and then went to find Sharp." Ominis flashed a wry grin at the Keeper. "I was rather relieved when I heard him invite you to his office, I wasn't sure I'd be able to come up with a way to get him to return in time to catch them."

"It was fortunate that you arrived when you did, I had been about to politely turn him down." The Keeper chuckled. "So, what did you overhear?"

"...that's…" Ominis trailed off, his jaw tightening and his eyes narrowing grimly. The Keeper frowned, they were getting a bad feeling about where this was going.

"They were looking for evidence that they could use to prove that we forged Solomon's signature for your custody transfer over the summer." Ominis’ words made the Keeper stiffen and Sebastian’s eyes widened.

"How- how could they-" Sebastian spluttered in shock.

Ominis shook his head, rubbing a hand over his forehead anxiously. "I don't know, they were looking for the letter from Solomon and any previous document with his signature for Macnair's lawyer to run tests on, saying girl gossip isn’t evidence."

“Girl gossip? What in Merlin’s name could that mean?” Sebastian echoed in bewilderment.

His words barely registered as the Keeper's mind raced. They'd found out. Somehow, someone had realised that something was abnormal with Solomon. If this got out… if those fucking morons managed to draw enough attention to initiate an investigation…

Sebastian…

They could lose Sebastian.

Like fuck I'll let that happen.

The Keeper's blood boiled. Up to this point, their stalkers had been a nuisance. Now, those two fools were a threat.

Anyone who tried to tear apart the paradise the Keeper was building, whether they realised it or not, would suffer the worst pain imaginable before death.

Still, how did the stalkers figure it out? The two boys hadn't made any sort of intelligent move until today. Which meant that something must have happened recently that caused them to recognise the irregularity.

The Keeper mentally backtracked, going over everything the bullies should have witnessed, searching for anything different from the last few days.

The most outstanding event was probably the visit to Feldcroft on Sunday. However, what could they possibly have notic-

The Keeper's eyes widened. Girl gossip? The twins. Hadn't those stupid boys had been talking about them with their twin girlfriends outside the Feldcroft house?

"Sebastian." The Keeper spoke, drawing his attention.

His eyes turned to them questioningly, hand stopping midway through its motion, leaving his fingers still threaded in his hair.

"You said that Solomon told your neighbour Mrs Ndiaye that he was going to be leaving the house to you." The Keeper continued and Sebastian frowned, lowering his hand.

"That's righ-" Sebastian started, cutting himself off as his eyes widened. "Merlin’s balls. She might have mentioned that to her daughters."

"And if they had told Selwyn and Macnair, even those idiots would have realised how unlikely it'd be for Sharp to release me into the custody of a man who wasn't going to be around for the entire summer." The Keeper grimaced.

We underestimated them.

Notes:

For comedic effect, please imagine the Keeper eating like Link from Breath of the Wild! xP

Also, can I just say that I hate coincidental plot advancement? Things like Harry Potter just "pure luck" stumbling into something inherently important or overhearing vital information. Like walking in on Snape threatening Quirrell or Snape and Karkaroff arguing about being Death Eaters. At least the thing with Slughorn had the excuse of a luck potion, what about every other time!?

I can accept some level of luck in fiction, like just barely making it in time for something, that makes it exciting, but when the whole situation is coincidental from start to finish, it breaks the immersion for me.

Here’s a cool piece of trivia, the reason there are three doors you have to go through to reach Professor Sharp’s office, is actually part of fireproofing building design! Since fires have a hard time travelling past doors.

[georgieluz]

Hey

do you write any fan fictions? If so do you think you could give us a little overview of what you’re currently working on? No pressure.

hello! thanks for the ask, i do indeed write fic! ofc i can give you an overview of what i'm working on atm :) i tried to not make this too long as it's just an overview, but feel free to ask me to expand on any of these! i do actually wanna talk more about my fic but i just never know if people wanna read posts about it or just wait until i upload the fic itself. do people want extracts? information about aus? character stuff? idk??? lemme know if you wanna know more, i'm chucking in a read more too bc it got a bit long

a hbo war f1 au. [working title: you're crashing, but you're no wave]. okay, so this is probably the biggest scale thing i'm working on atm. it's multi-chaptered and atm i've been writing it in an almost serialised format, since it's got quite a few narrative strands and numerous characters from both band of brothers and the pacific. i probably would have included some gen kill characters too, but i hadn't watched the show when i was planning and starting to write this, and i don't wanna add too much more into it, so i've stopped myself. i've written a lot for this one and i'm considering posting a few chapters soon. if you wanna know about any character's role in this one feel free to send me another ask because i'd love to talk about them more!! some are drivers (we've got rookies, seasoned drivers, eight-time world champions, the lot!!), some are behind the pit wall in management and engineering roles, some are retired drivers, etc etc. but yeah, it's andy haldane's final season before he plans to retire and let's just say the racing world has decided it's going to be the most chaotic yet! i'll drop some clues about what it entails: snafu and liebgott scrapping their way into weekly dnfs until one of them is kicked from the team. rookie driver eugene sledge having to deal with the consequences. webster somehow making it into his dream team with his dream teammate, yet, his focus remains on beating one person and one person alone. eddie jones is the very successful (and very hot) team principal of andy's rival team. hoosier is there being his usual self. leckie is the f1 journo who somehow knows everything about everyone and boy, the fans love it. we also have the much-loved fan favourite george luz and his race day engineer carwood lipton! retired-world-champion-now-team-principal dick winters and his ex-teammate boyfriend lewis nixon! and i also have a fair few OCs for this au, they aren't written romantically with any of the boys though, but i love them a lot! i might do a post about them later.

next up, is my k-company space pirates au! [working title: one way trigger (step inside the sun)] ok so it probably won't sound very piratey right now, but stick with me, ok? this is actually the one i'm enjoying writing the most right now. i've drafted all the chapters (6-8 depending on whether i cut this one incident or not) and i've written a lot for this too, so i'll probably be posting this one first. very basic synopsis: eddie jones is an expert in data retrieval. eddie jones is also on the run, and a very, very wanted man. maybe the most wanted fugitive in the galaxy. through an unfortunate twist of fate, romus burgin has been dragged along for the ride. andy haldane was a highly respected intergalactic officer, a captain loved by his men and the authorities above them alike. he also risked it all to aid in their escape. now, he's harbouring them both on his grandfather's old and battered ship, picking up a small ragtag team along the way. whilst they're trying to lay low, a distress call, with a code embedded into the message, is sent directly to the ship. one of the team recognises the code and realises it could only have come from one other person in the whole universe, someone asking for his help, someone he could never say no to. it's the worst time, possibly ever, for them to go on a rescue mission but somehow that's what they're doing.

then we have, an early 2000s battle of the bands au. this is mostly band of brothers, but a few people from one company in the pacific does have a role in the narrative, i'll leave that as a surprise though. basically, george luz enters his newly formed garage band into the campus annual battle of the bands competition, certain that they have a decent enough chance at winning. his bandmates disagree. especially after they see who they're up against. this is actually my other favourite to write at the moment! maybe even more so than the k-company space pirates one. it's a chaptered fic, but i'm trying to keep it contained and not super super long. i'm hoping to keep it at around 6-8 chapters max, but i have a bad habit of not sticking to my drafts, so we'll see. but yeah, i'm having a lot of fun with this and feel free to ask me about who the band members are and other roles that other characters will have!

call it fate, call it karma. aka, my 'eddie jones made it home from the war, but andy haldane did not' oneshot. i'm almost finished writing it, i just have a fair bit of editing to finish up.

the ballroom extravaganza. my winnix spy au! the intelligence officer to secret agent pipeline is too real and lew must suffer the consequences, i'm afraid! i've got this drafted and partially written as a two-shot but it's begging to be expanded on, so i've got it waiting in limbo right now, whilst i decide what i'm gonna do. someone make the decision for me please?

i have two male OCs that i've written for liebgott and nixon, if you wanna know more about them then i'm happy to talk about them and introduce them, but i'm not sure how much people would wanna know so i'll wait.

i have another OC based off a friend that i'm almost finished writing a thing for, i just have to change some things to fit the overall series better.

i also have a silly little thing that i wrote up bc i got depressed and hyperfixated on the tv show bondi rescue for the last two weeks resulting in me basically planning a whole bondi rescue lifeguard au for the pacific boys. i have no idea if anyone other than me would be into that so it'll probably stay in my scrivener files lmao

then i just have some vague gen kill things partially planned but they need a lot more work before they see the light of day lmao. but yes, they're all fucking bradnate. apart from the one bradnatemike thing that my brain begged me to consider, which i promptly gave in to right away.

anyway, sorry i know that was supposed to be an overview but it turned into a very long overview. oops.

[l56895]

Get to know your fanfic writer

Thanks @jamilas-pen for the tag!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

It would have been some time in early 2005 on Fanfiction.net

I’d essentially been writing fanfiction in notebooks in the 90s but before then our computer was in a shared computer room and we had 30 minutes of dial up allowance per sibling per day so I never browsed the internet enough to understand what fanfiction was and that people would want to read things. I was just having fun!

Then Livejournal (and later AO3) happened and the rest, as they say, was history.

First Character(s) you wrote for?

Ash and Misty in Pokémon (largely unpublished and just for fun until 2007) and then my first published fanfic was for Paine and Nooj from Final Fantasy X-2

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

I do still love a bit of Pokémon fanfiction. But mainly nowadays I’m writing David/Patrick (Schitt’s Creek), Nick/Charlie (Heartstopper) and, occasionally, Tim/Lucy (The Rookie). I’m also working through a very long (for me) story based on a series of books I read as a child (Animal Ark) so we can add Mandy Hope and James Hunter to the list even if I take massive hiatuses on it.

I have severe ADHD though so I tend to be very flighty with fandoms. The ones that have stuck around are ones that I have essentially trauma bonded myself to (I can date my periods of stress to when a particular piece of media came out because I’m still obsessed with it decades later!)

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

I’m not sure there are any… I tend to just throw myself in!

EDIT: I never did write the Basil/Polly Fawlty Towers fic I outlined in 2010 while camping at work when I was snowed in. I have also considered writing a Daphne/Niles Frasier fic but have never got round to it. Because I am 50 at heart.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Schitt’s Creek

Heartstopper

Pokémon

Animal Ark

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I don’t tend to write a lot of platonic stuff. I did enjoy recently writing Patrick Brewer & Ronnie. I have also been known to write tiny snippet stories set in the Discworld and they always involve something platonic.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Nick/Charlie

David/Patrick

Ash/Misty

James Hunter/Mandy Hope

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

Friends to lovers

Canon compliant

Drabble

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Post something from a wip:

I’m stuck on a scene that needs to go between the most recently published one and this one so have a random scene from the Animal Ark fanfiction that I am writing purely for my own enjoyment:

The photo he had landed on was one she hadn't seen in years; she remembered when she flicked through the facebook album when they got home that it hadn't even registered as something she should dwell on, the trip had been full of too much safari excitement. But now… she dwelled. The two of them were sat, questionably close, on a bed in a wood panelled hotel room; his chin propped up on her shoulder as they read a book together- the title had been lost to memory- and his arm braced behind her. She remembered a kid from their travel party, young and excitable like she had once been, taking the photo before either of them realised she was there and it ending up nestled in a photo album that was otherwise posed and purposeful. A little secret anomaly. After, when the flash had made them jump and they broke apart, she remembered the feeling of guilt, of being caught in the act of something that she couldn't quite identify. He hadn't ever come away with them again, life had got busier, and she never told him about the hot, quivering feeling that had overtaken her in the seconds before they were interrupted. How, if he had come just a little closer, she would have closed the gap and kissed him. It would have been a first for both of them, and it would have been clumsy and awkward, but she would have done it without a moment’s hesitation if she hadn't been startled by that camera. She had forgotten about it, truthfully, for a long time, but now the memory of that unfamiliar heat rising up in came flooding back when he stepped closer to her.

And, just in case, another from a little Heartstopper scene I started in lieu of getting up and doing anything productive at 8am this morning:

Charlie’s voice, more like music in his ear than the sounds he had just created, played somewhere nearby. Close, but not close enough until he stepped forward and peered down at Nick. From this angle, the glow of the neon sign cast shadows across the angles of his face; highlighted the fullness of his lips in a way that made Nick feel hot. He looked away, tried to inject something that would sound like humour in to his voice.

“I’m trying!”

“Here, budge up, let me help.”

I always feel awkward about tagging anyone so, I tag anyone who wants to answer!

[bloodmaarked]

the memoirs of sherlock holmes // arthur conan doyle

first published: 1893 read: 01 may 2024 – 12 may 2024 pages: 307 format: paperback

genres: fiction; mystery; detective; classics; short stories favourite character(s): john and sherlock of course, but i liked what we saw of moriarty too least favourite character(s): i don't have one this time!

rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑 thoughts: i was gobsmacked to realise that i hadn't touched the sherlock holmes series since january last year... no idea where that time went, and also weird since i was enjoying the series quite a bit. but i'm back on it now and i'm glad i am; the memoirs of sherlock holmes was another nice entry into the series.

generally, my feelings are similar to what i felt about the book before, the adventures of sherlock holmes, the previous collection of short stories following different cases. it was a mixed bag in terms of quality, but i found the stories got better progressively. again, this book serves to humanise sherlock a little more, which was good, although i like to focus on the mystery and action - that's more what i enjoy reading. and once again, some of the stories consisted of too much buildup and not enough investigating, and the conclusions seemed to come about too quickly sometimes, though this happened a little less often than in the adventures.

i did enjoy getting to meet mycroft, and moriarty even more so, and i'm just really enjoying seeing where all the inspiration was taken for the BBC sherlock series (i'm definitely going to have to rewatch soon). the last story, the final problem, was amazing on its own merit and in seeing how it was written into the show!

[denimbex1986]

"Well this is actually quite funny because, originally, in Mark's 'The Great Game', the big gag was we never saw Moriarty; we just saw Moriarty in the guise of 'gay Jim' as we called him, and at the end of the script, there'd just be a message that would - and Sherlock would realise: 'Damn it, that was Moriarty all along.' But we had to audition someone to play Moriarty without ever having written a scene for him. So we rustled up a ridiculous scene - a really ridiculous scene, which made us sort of think: 'If anyone could play this, with these ridiculous lines like: 'I will burn the heart out of you'' - to see if anyone could actually play this. And then we saw Andrew, who gave this blistering performance, and not only did we cast him, we thought: 'We've gotta put this nonsensical scene in."

"Uh, not overly consciously, I think, um - yeah, I was very aware that I, I wouldn't necessarily be the, the first person to - that people would think of as, as Moriarty so, uh, I think there's - the job at the end of the first series was to, to sort of serve the script. It was this fantastic build-up to him, so I think, uh, it was important that, um, because I wouldn't be obvious casting, that you don't do an obvious, uh, a copycat version of someone else's villain. So, uh, I think - yeah, I wanted it to be, um, maybe audacious, and it was written very audaciously and quite, quite, uh, theatrically, yeah - but looking back on it now, I, I do understand, I do, I do see that people, uh, like, do this (pulls face) but -"

"...I was talking to Andrew about this on the train coming up, that it's a bit like Lecter - Hannibal Lecter is on screen in Silence of the Lambs for about sixteen minutes; he's talked about throughout, and then his actual impact, it's - as with Andrew - it's incredible, it's really essentially two large scenes that have made all this impact, but it's all down to Andrew's skill."

"No, it was, it was very strange; I was absolutely terrified because I, I - for some reason, I hadn't seen it, I don't know why. So I watched it, I watched it grow - I watched the first episode and I thought: 'God, this is, um, this is fantastic', and there was this huge fanfare to it and people sort of immediately, which I think is ext - extraordinary about Sherlock is that, and very hard to do, is that people had an, an immediate affection for it; I think a show can be very popular and very, um, you know, critically very well received, but I think to have an affection for a show so early on is really extraordinary. So, uh, that was really wonderful, but also made me absolutely terrified, so I was watching it going: 'Jesus - don't mess this up', you know, while at the end, I was terrified and then you know, I, one doesn't watch oneself on, on screen and think: 'That is just brilliant.' You hate it, you absolutely."

"Oh, I, well it's, in one way it, it's the - it's, it's, it was the greatest lesson I, I ever had. I, I looked online and uh, I, I read some of the most, um, unforgettable, yeah, uh, things, so, uh - yeah, I, I looked, I looked at Twitter, yeah. And I don't, I've never, no, I've never done Twi - stupidly, it's, it's, - and so I, I always say about Twitter that it's like going into a room and being, um, punched, and then kissed and then hugged, and then complimented and then someone saying: 'I really like your tie' and they slap you across the face and they push you out of the room. And you think, uh, you know - and so the answer, so the answer is, is don't go in the room."

"...Andrew just brought something so totally different and extremely dangerous - that's the brilliant thing, that you just never know where you are with him, and that sort of sense that you might think you're having a charming conversation, and then he'll just slit your throat - just for fun."

"Or his own throat...Imagine it from Andrew's point of view, though. He's watching this instant hit show, that all of us, we're all thinking: 'This is amazing, I've never a show hit so big, so quickly', we're exulted - there's one person who isn't exulted because he hasn't come on yet..."