#and also thank you for the push I needed to re-read the fics and actually edit them a little :))

[distort-opia]

I want to know your scenario on post fall hannigram. Do you prefer them to be dead or actually survive the fall? If they survive how their dynamic supposed to be after that?

Well. My scenarios on post-Fall Hannigram exist already as fics... if you've got a taste for heavy angst and dense writing packed with metaphors. I was even more dramatic in 2015-2016, somehow. A small warning, just in case you're familiar with my current style for Batman fics (which is easier to read, I think). But anyway, soon after the finale aired, I wrote a short fic containing a what-if-Will-survived-and-Hannibal-died scenario, with the second part going into what-if-Hannibal-survived-and-Will-died.

And then I started a post-Fall fic of Hannibal and Will wading through life, dealing with changes and accepting compromises, etc. It's an unfinished WIP that I don't think will ever see a proper ending, though it's very self-contained. It's more character analysis than anything else, but it's still pretty much how I imagine their dynamic evolving after their shared survival.

Ultimately, I don't prefer them dead. I think it's more interesting if they live and then have to find a way to coexist. Will's darkness and possessiveness over Hannibal in season 3, as shown in his sessions with Bedelia and interactions with Francis Dolarhyde, would translate into something fascinating to explore after the Fall. (Do you ever think about "Meat's back on the menu" and go a little bit insane? 'Cause I do, RIP me.) I don't believe they'd ever be... at peace, in the sense that they'd always have some kind of conflict. The interesting part would be the mechanisms they develop to deal with that, the wilingness to do it. Since let's be fair, they don't love each other because they offer each other peace. I think they'd still play games, that it wouldn't be "happily ever after as Murder Husbands". I imagine Clarice entering the arena at some point like Bryan Fuller mentioned, and their dynamic undergoing change because of it-- them using their agency in the world against each other or everyone else.

Anyway! If you ever get around to reading these, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for the ask, Anon.

[complete-clownery]

Hahaha okay rant about this amazing fanfic (you probably heard of this one already but still)

So whenever it comes to explaining and writing under my posts I just get lazy but I need to push through this cuz I need to talk

So the fanarts were made for the lmk fanfiction sunbreak, that a lot of you (probably mostly shadowpeach shippers) had read, and it is amazing, I read trough it as fast as my brain let me and as you can see it has pleasantly scratched my brain so much so that I even (attempted) to make fanart for it

Ngl if I wasn't a major pussy I would try to illustrate the whole thing or make covers for each chapter but Im unable to work on something more than 2 hours and I would want those to look good, but good looking art (if I don't mess up) takes 6 hours ughh--- annoying much---

Anyways I'm not good with literature but man is this fix a masterpiece *chefs kiss* its everything its amazing, I was unable to put it down once I started it

Okay i dont think I have the brain capacity to explain how much I worship the writer of this masterpiece @ladygreenfrisbee , so i'm just going to talk about the drawings a tad

So first picture with Red Son and MK its sort of like an au in the fic where the whole lbd plot is somehow nonexistent and after Macaque gets to his sisters domain they settle down and raise the kids together without much of an issue aside from assassinations keep happening and trying not to get in trouble with the heavens

Id like to think that Gongzhu still wouldn't let the court tailors to put any form of red or gold on MKs outfits and only allowed the yellow after when MK was old enough to declare that yellow was his favorite color, but even now she would insist on some form of purple and shadow motives to let others know who the mother is

We also got baby MK and toddler Red Son and sassy LIF and Mac

Third pic with the lion: I don't know what it was or why but I just love general Song so much--- he's a major dickhead but sgvshshsevkdididhr (actually I kinda love all the original characters in this one, from the generals to the old lady in the beginning of the book, (gosh I also wanna draw some scenes from those chapters I loved how Mac and she interacted hshsjsj))

so chapter 34 was probably my favorite so far I re read it about two more times cuz it was amazing to see Macaque being the schemer he is and try to piss of Song lol

Last picture: its a sketch/a wip or whatever (probably not going to finish it but im still putting it there cuz its somewhat decent looking)

Its the part where Wukong remembered of Macaque finally finding him and asking for him to come back to flower fruit mountain.

I tried to make Macaque look more unhinged on this one but since I didn't finish it I dont think its that noticable so fuck that but I also gave him a halo like the saints to symbolise his suffering and what not (thought it looked cool and fitting think whatever you want about it lol)

And that all ((((hollly mother))))

If you read this trough, thank you and congrats👏👏

[angelshadowsinger]

oh my fucking god your work is incredible! holy literal shit balls i have never felt that entranced by a fanfiction until reading yours. thank u thank u thank u your azriel is PERFECT.

also i’m totally gonna need your thoughts on azriel sharing with his shadows 👀

re: ummmmmmm call me parmesan bc u got me CHEESIN!?!?!! that is literally sO sweet of you to say, i am touched 🥺 as a fic author you always worry if you’re making the character OOC and, it just makes me so happy to hear your praise!! thank you so much anon~ ♥︎ This HC is a bit more than what you’ve asked for, but it does includes it, so pls enjoy!

Azriel’s Shadows Around his Mate Headcanons

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

In my eyes, Azriel’s shadows are a part of him. There hasn’t been much insight that Maas has given us with shadowsingers and their capabilities in general, but this is what I choose to believe~

Since Azriel’s shadows were perhaps the first of his powers, and the first entity to treat him with some kindness/obedience, I think he would be very in tune with them and he himself would consider them a part of him. He has had over 500 years to develop his relationship with them and therefore, I believe once he found his mate, his shadows would be just as captivated with her as he himself.

Obviously, Azriel is a total simp for his girl (but that’s another hc in its own), so that means his shadows are too. Honestly, it could be viewed as annoying how often at least a few of his shadows are constantly at your side. He’s used to having them totally loyal to him, so now that he has to share them with you… well, it’s not really actually that cumbersome, because he knows that even when you two are apart, he’ll be sure to know if you need him/his help. Though he has a couple less to send out on his spymaster business, technically, the ones with you are acting as his spies anyway. Just, with a far more interesting and important subject.

His shadows do a variety of things for you, making your everyday life easier and more pleasant. Just as their master, the shadows like to give you princess treatment.

For example, they go out of their way to help you with mundane things. If you’re making dinner and a tomato rolls off the cutting board, they’re pushing it back to you. When you’re putting on a dress, they’re helping you with the zip and clasp. If you’re writing something and your pen runs out of ink, somehow they’ve procured a new one that matches your exact preferences.

Both Az and his shadows notice the small things. They take notes of your likes and dislikes, what makes you giggle, cry, or provides you comfort.

At times when he’s away for a long while, and you’re missing him, they will deliver small gifts to you. A couple flowers tied with twine, native to the strange lands he’s currently working in. A special spice he knows you love to use in the foods you share with him. An especially-delicious pastry made with your favorite fruit/flavor. Though the shadows themselves do not find you gifts, they are happy to deliver whatever Az requests they send.

They also will take anything you wish to send him. Whether he’s in another country, or simply training at the House of Wind with his brothers, his shadows will deliver your every gift. Most of the time it’s little sweets or a lunch you’ve packed. Sometimes when you’re feeling cheekier, a receipt from the lingerie store informing him of your latest purchase. If you’re really feeling brazen, sometimes the panties themselves. His shadows are perhaps happiest to carry those items, either to get into contact with them or to see their master’s red cheeks as he shoves them out of his brothers’ view.

His shadows are your caretaker when he is not with you. When you’ve fallen asleep staying up for your mate’s return from yet another mission, his shadows will tuck you under your favorite blanket, taking off your reading glasses and ensuring your spot in the open book on your lap is not lost. Az nearly melts when he comes back to the sight, you dead asleep on the couch in front of the blazing hearth, his shadows perched dutifully there, guarding you.

However, they grow attached to you and even when he is with you, they will not leave you alone unless he commands them.

Azriel likes to take full advantage of his time alone with you. There is nothing he finds more comfort and pleasure in than being in your embrace. Sometimes that’s hard to do, though, when his shadows steal away your attention, or beat him to helping you with the zip of your dress.

It’s a very endearing sight to see him get jealous of his own shadows. He’d have a scowl on his face as he glared at them, silently ordering them to leave your side so he could have you all to himself. The shadows would melt onto the floor, gloomy in a way, whisper once more around your ankle before they go off to fulfill their master’s instruction.

Most of the time, you manage to guilt your mate into letting a few of them come back. And as soon as he calls them, they appear and shoot right for you. Az rolls his eyes but of course he understands. How could they not fall in love with you?

Azriel is actually very good with sharing. This usually applies to you when his shadows are involved, though sometimes he just needs to be alone with you. Whether it’s to have his way with you or just to snuggle up and bask in his mate’s presence. When he needs time like that, he will have his shadows guard your quarters and they will do so without question— fiercely protecting the only two beings they care for.

~spicy hc’s begin ;)~

Most of the time, Azriel will take the lead in pleasuring you— as he should, as your mate— but he’s likely to let his shadows watch or join his efforts if they play a supporting role.

For example, his favorite thing is to be between your legs, feasting on your sweet cunt and making sure you know you are his, while his shadows hold you down so you can’t move an inch. This way, you have to take the pleasure in the exact way he desires, unable to greedily chase your high or buck your hips or push him away.

Usually he plays with you for a while like this, teasing you and edging you a handful of times before he’s ruthless, unstopping even after you’ve come. He does cease his ravishing after you’ve come again, only to ensure he doesn’t overstimulate you before he’s had a chance to fuck you like you both want.

His shadows are happy to shackle you and render you helpless to his onslaught of pleasure; they love hearing your wanton cries and will dry away any tears of pleasure that escape with a cool, ghostly caress.

Speaking of their caress, one of his favorite uses for them is to soothe your skin when he’s done marking it up. Meaning, after every spank or particularly hard bite, the shadows will rove over the irritated flesh, kissing you with their cooling tendrils.

Since the shadows are slightly cold, sending them to curl around your nipples while he fucks you from behind is also another favorite. The temperature-play heightens everything— especially when they move down your curves to tease at your clit or your ass, depending on your preference…

Sometimes he lets them fuck you as part of your foreplay— usually while you’re sucking his cock. He just loves the surprise that flickers in your eyes when you’re choking on the length of him deep in your throat, how your lashes flutter when that familiar cool touch tickles your inner thighs and pushes your wet panties aside, how your moan feels vibrating around him when they thrust inside of you. He savors how your rhythm gets thrown, how you struggle to continue when his shadows are running over every sensitive crevice of your most intimate parts.

On rarer occasions, Azriel will let the shadows have their way with you. He’d sit back in a comfortable, wing-friendly armchair, darkened hazel eyes drinking in every movement before him— you with your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the darkness holding your legs spread and fondling every inch of you— cupping your tender breasts, tweaking those pert, hard nipples… stroking your face, your hair, your hips and thighs… flowing over your puffy clit, slipping between your dripping folds and even wandering inside of you, perhaps just as deep as Azriel’s cock could reach. He would jerk his leaking shaft at the sight before him, lip held prisoner in his feral snarl. He wouldn’t be able to last very long, the sight before him too much for him to keep his composure.

When you’re both spent and panting for breath, the shadows will run up and down your moistened back, taking away the heat that lingers there and helping to lull you to sleep.

Only when you’re unconscious do they return to Azriel, curling around his shoulders in thanks. They know they are lucky to be the sole creature/presence with which he shares his mate, and any time spent with you is valued payment for the many services they provide their master with.

[superblysubpar]

steve harrington x you

1,184 words

warnings: overall, this is, I guess, a fluffy moment with Steve, but there is some angst - slight (like slight allusions) "mentions" of mental health things like depression, feeling a little lost/alone, etc | minor alcohol mention/use | your eddie's best friend in this

A/N: I actually have no idea what this is? It just poured out of me. I blame re-watching Wednesday while writing today. but also, I have thoughts and ideas for this to continue and I'd love to hear what you think/if you'd like more of these two. Anyways, thanks for reading 💛

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow's fic at the bottom of this blurb

The sliding glass door dulls the noise of the party inside, long vertical blinds sway behind the glass, glimpses of red solo cups, heels pressed close to sneakers and intertwined hands on their way to up or down staircases and around dark corners illuminated by flashes of neon.

Your shoulders relax in a deep sigh as you take a step back from the door, breath clouding up in front of you from the brisk autumn air. The beer in your cup tips up to your lips, lukewarm and super shitty as it flows over your tongue, but it’s something.

Something to sip on while you wait for your best friend to finish selling whatever it is he needs to sell to make tonight worth it. Something for your hands to fiddle with as you take a step down the nice porch stairs, dark stained wood clunking beneath your sneakers as you go.

The pool belonging to whoever’s party this is, is dark, water still, its surface glass and reflecting the trees and stars above it perfectly. Standing on its edge, something about it calls you to jump in, to disrupt the calm. It makes you miss Summer despite hating the season. It makes you wonder if you screamed loud enough under the water, would someone still hear you?

You’re kneeling down, fingers about to glide across the water when a voice says, “Tommy H peed in that like,” a raspberry is blown between lips after the words from your left before they continue, “Two hours ago? So you’re probably fine, but…”

Steve Harrington watches your fingers hesitate, then return to your side as you frown at the water.

“Good choice,” he finishes, then flips over another card on the lounger he’s straddling with a pout of his lips. “Damn.”

“Losing?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you as you place one foot in front of the other on the edge of the pool, like your own little tightrope, daring the universe to do what it pleases. Ending up in a pool with Tommy H’s piss seems like something the fates would think was funny and fair when it came to your life at this point.

You’re not one to talk to Steve Harrington, The Hair, King Steve, or any of the other ludicrous names the town of Hawkins had granted him, but it’s also not like Steve, to be outside, alone, at a raging party such as this one.

“Always,” Steve sighs. He runs a hand through fairly unstyled hair and looks up at you. Moonlight illuminates a face full of freckles and gold green eyes that sparkle a little when their gaze meets yours. “Ever feel like that? Like, really, truly, you are never winning? At anything?”

Your chest hurts at the tone of his question, at how un-joking he is. Steve Harrington truly feels like he’s always losing, and someone like you can’t fathom such a thing.

“Always,” you repeat back to him, your admittance whispered and carried with a larger puff of your breath into the air for a mere moment, then gone.

Neither of you push the subject further, and eventually both of your gazes drop. The shared tortured feeling just sits between you two, a chasm neither care to inch closer to in order to help the other cross it.

Steve flips over a Queen of Hearts and glances back up at you. You’re teetering on the edge of the pool, red solo cup being nursed, cradled to your chest as you pout at the house. One that seems to only be getting rowdier, so he asks, “Didn’t you hear? There’s a party happening inside.”

Your laugh echoes in the night, it disappears into the trees as you speak to the star filled and cloudless sky.

“ ‘Fraid I’m not much of a party gal these days.”

Which, Steve understands. He never really pegged you for one anyways. He doesn’t know you, not really. He’s just seen you around, with Eddie. You seem to offer a certain sarcastic rain cloud vibe to balance out his theatrical and loud personality. Occasionally you’ve chatted with Robin at Family Video longer than it took to grab your rental and he’s learned a few things then, he guesses. You hate math, and the color blue, and brass instruments like Robin’s trumpet - but you love your cello. You’re not too fond of frogs for some reason and you doodle birds when you’re bored. He knows you prefer m&m’s with your popcorn and a gory slasher flick, but that you also rented Pretty In Pink four times.

“Me either,” Steve offers and you grin and he winces, realizing his mistake.

“Well, you know what they say,” you tilt your head and knock your cup to your cheek, hiding part of your smile he thinks is really pretty and wishes you’d show it off more. “Can take the gal out of the party, but never the party out the gal.”

Steve groans around a pity laugh, and then he shakes his head, fingers fiddling with the Queen of Hearts. “Speaking of gals and parties, you see Robin in there?”

“Yeah, like,” you blow your breath out as you finally reach the bottom of the lounger he’s on. “An hour ago? Leaving.”

“What?” Steve looks up at you, incredulous.

“I take it you’ve been waiting here for her?”

“Son of…” Steve curses under his breath and then points at you, and you can tell he’s not that mad actually, not really. “You’re my witness, alright? She told me I couldn’t leave two hours ago, because I was her ride. And what does she do? Leaves! Without telling me! Typical!”

He starts to pack up the cards, patting his pockets as he stands with a groan. He holds his arms to his chest and spins his torso, stretching stiff joints from being bent like that for so long. Now that he was standing you can see that his hair and un-party attitude aren’t the only abnormal things about him tonight.

Steve Harrington is wearing a bright yellow sweater.

Somehow, the color seems even brighter against his tan skin. He was a golden boy down to the color of his shirt, and it made you miss the warmth of the sun that much more when he covers it up with a gray Member’s Only jacket.

Your gaze wanders to the pool again when his zipper closes over the color, a longing sort of look on your face that Steve watches as he starts towards the gate of the yard. When you still haven’t followed, he calls your name.

Steve Harrington smiles at you shyly, like he’s a little nervous, like he’s trying to figure you out just as much as you are him. He nods his head to the gate behind him and asks:

“Well, you coming or not?”

Your eyebrows raise in shock.

“Wha…what? Where?”

Steve looks at the house that’s practically vibrating now and then back at you. His shoulders lift and fall as he spins car keys on his pointer finger.

“Does it matter?”

I decided that for this one, I'll share a little snippet from some wips that may or may not have already been hinted at in this event. Have fuuunnn

*voting will close at 10am CST tomorrow, 10/10

*as a reminder the results of this poll will be combined for the results of the same poll placed on the other fic posted today - so go vote twice if you'd like!

[murmeloni]

I have read and re read your Brujay fics at least 4 times and have them pinned in my phone browser to read any time I need a pick me up!!!!! Your writing style is wonderful and your characterizations are delicious!!!!! I wonder If you ever plan on writing more for them because you truly have the pining and push and pull of them down pat. The way they know each other and fight alongside each other so well. The way they’re both stubborn idiots. Also I love that line you threw in about how the idea of Jason dating anyone else makes Bruce go slightly homicidal. I know id kill for a continuation or even a snippet of how date nights go. Also I hope you have a wonderful day!!!!!

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're still enjoying my stories of them 🥰 There will definitely be more. I am still obsessed with them and especially with Bruce being so jealous he loses it. Like, he can control himself the majority of the time but then someone hits on Jason and it's just over. My favorite thing. I do have a few ideas but I also have a few things I want to get done before I start on them. The ones I'm working on next are:

I've got plans for an animal transformation fic where one of them gets turned into a cat/dog and the other takes them in. Probably Jason gets turned and that's how he finds out Bruce actually cares for him and that his feelings might not be that pure.

Then I've got an idea for a drugged up Bruce wandering into Red Hood's territory, close to tears as he searches for his boy. Red Hood's men being Bruce to their boss where Bruce kisses Jason on the lips and confessing his love before promptly passing out.

I also have an idea for a superbat/Jason fic where Clark and Jason get together first, because after the batarang incident Jason moves to Metropolis while he recovers where he's neighbors with Clark, who didn't recognize him. They get together but then obviously Bruce (who is on both of their shit lists at the beginning) goes feral with jealousy. Not sure how they'll mend things but I want them to end up together

But I'm also always open to suggestions! So if you've got a particular story you want a date night for just let me know ♥️

[monbons]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

thanks for tagging me @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, and @noblecorgi!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Currently, living, breathing, and eating my one and only WIP: The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch. Also, I am probably retiring after this fic because I do not think I can top it!

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Addie LaRue + SnowBaz = so much pain and angst

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Period-typical homophobia, Implied/referenced DV, Blood and Injury, Death... I mean truly the works. This is SnowBaz in the darkest possible timeline.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? At one point, I joked with @thewholelemon about naming it "Baz Pitch's 300 Year Long Grope-Fest" but for obvious reasons that title would really do a disservice to this fic (although it is sort of true).

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next? Now that I've created a posting schedule for The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, I want to stick to it. While I'm "done" drafting, I am still making a few big revisions to the last six chapters. I've also been re-reading the first chapters for continuity issues that may have cropped up now that I know how this ends. Either way, I can see the finish line.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) It started out as "Addie LaRue Working Draft." Once the one doc got unwieldy and long, it spun out into multiple docs titled all sorts of things - mostly chapter numbers, but I do have one not as fun as it sounds doc called "Sex Playground." (ha!)

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. “Are you so naive as to think I cannot watch you whenever it pleases me, even if you cannot see me?”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I actually have SEVERAL scenes I scrapped...like pages and pages! Largely this is because I have a whole document titled "Voice," which served as a sandbox of sorts where I could play with every possible combination of POV, tone, and style before committing to the final version you see in the story now. There's even a scene in there told first-person Niall! (Bonkers.)

I also have a whole ACTUAL scene I'd love to include as an answer to this question because it was well-written, but I cut it because it made the plot unnecessarily complicated, was frankly too close to the original plot of Addie, and would have made my ending impossible. It is also--sadly--too big a spoiler to include here, so let me give you a few sentences from "Sex Playground" that will not be making the cut:

“Stay.” Baz pushes his hand into the center of Simon’s chest, pressing him back into the mattress. “I want to look at you.” Simon gives Baz a filthy smile. He can look all he wants. 

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? I really want to write a canon divergence where Simon successfully but somewhat accidentally reveals Baz is a vampire fifth year, so Baz and the whole Pitch family have to flee from the Mage. I already have the "everybody finds out" scene written and the scene where the Mage realizes the Pitch family is gone, so I guess I have started it. But, I also have no idea where it's going or what it's about, so I haven't really accomplished anything. If anyone has ideas or wants to be a partner-in-crime on this, give me a little shout!

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Literally just this one. Again, I am retiring after this fic! (Or at least taking a very well-deserved break.)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Absolutely 100% it is writing the smut. Having never written any on-page sex means I'm figuring it out as I go. Lots of frustrated growls from me (not nearly as frustrated from Simon).

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. I know many of you have already posted, but tagging anyway since you've commented/liked past WIPsdays and such, in case you're interested in the behind the scenes!

@valeffelees, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @cutestkilla, @iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @hushed-chorus, @rimeswithpurple, @aristocratic-otter, @larkral, @artsyunderstudy, @brilla-brilla-estrellita

[voxofthevoid]

I've been thinking about this for the past few days and I thought you might appreciate, especially since you said you like cannibalism/vore:

Since RCT can pretty much heal anything (as we see very clearly during the Detention Center Arc with Sukuna fucking re-growing Yuji's hand and fingers) I was just imagining some sort of SukuIta/GoYuu thing where, since Sukuna is often said to be a cannibal (I don't remember if it's actually canon that he is but I've read it so many times that it's canon in my heart), his presence in Yuji's body eventually gives Yuji himself some craving for human flesh, and ofc our precious baby Yuji would do his best to not think about it and act like everything is fine even if normal food doesn't fill him up like usual anymore, until Gojo corners him about what's going on and Yuji admits to his problem- and Gojo gives him the most simple of solutions: for Yuji to eat him, since with RCT he can re-grow any limb and heal any chomp Yuji might take from him

I could see Yuji refusing at first but as his hunger increases he eventually caves in and oops, maybe Gojo likes it a little bit too much? Maybe Yuji also likes it more than he imagined?

In my head it all ends up with some fucked up, blood-tainted feral sex between the two of them with Sukuna watching super satisfied and maybe whispering in Yuji's mind and pushing him to act even more feral, which Gojo would absolutely love

I'm no writer so you can take the idea if you like it, I just wanted to share since I believe you might appreciate

You have excellent taste, anon! And you're definitely right about this being up my alley.

Sukuna being a cannibal is word-of-god confirmed (Uraume is his cook) and also very loud subtext. I'll need to reread the manga to see if it's been explicitly stated.

I do love this idea! It's kind of a running headcanon for me in scenarios where Yuuji and Sukuna coexist for a while. Among my posted fics, it's a developing theme in the Kidnapping Fic. A bunch of other fics/ideas also have different versions of this, iirc. Details vary, but Yuuji developing a taste for human meat and Gojou gleefully indulging it remain constant.

And @nearalways has got an idea that's very close to this scenario: Gojou courting Yuuji with prime cuts of meat and then, y'know, himself. I devoured their notes like a starving man.

Thanks for sharing the loving vore around 💗

Also, sorry it took me a while to get to this; I've been busy growling at JJK canon the last few days.

[korrasamibottles]

I just reread the space between heartbeats and I suddenly need you to tell me everything about it! What gave you the idea for all the story beats and details???

Thank you so much for asking (and for re-reading?? Such an amazing compliment wow)!! I'm still completely floored by how sweet everyone has been about this fic....I wrote it from the heart so the positivity really means a lot😭 Also sorry this got so long oh my god lol.

Before I even started writing, I knew I wanted to come at the whole thing from Mako's perspective. He's such a complicated and fascinating character to me, and there's so much potential to explore how the trauma of witnessing his parents' murder and the depersonalization of having to be brother-father-protector-provider to a younger sibling while also still a child led to him being SO detached from his own wants and needs and feelings, and so used to thinking of himself as a tool rather than a person, that if somebody asked him point blank what he wanted his head would pop.

But maybe...after spending a lot of time around somebody who isn't afraid to openly want things and ask for them....Mako could start thinking about what HE wants, so that when somebody finally does ask him he's able to untangle his feelings enough to actually put them into words.....?

Mako's character has such a strong presence and I didn't want Wu to feel flat in comparison, or for it to seem like he was only there to further Mako's development, so I decided to give Wu the benefit of having the setting be all about him.

This also gave me an opening to show how Mako's influence could give Wu the push he needed to shake off the spoiled prince persona and become the more mature, compassionate man he always had the potential to be. We saw the beginnings of that in the show and in Ruins of the Empire, and I like to think they'll continue on that trajectory even though I'm not getting my hopes up for any wuko crumbs whatsoever in the Mako solo comic.

(Everyone already knows this because I never shut up about it, but what makes me so bonkers about wuko is the potential for them to bring out the best in each other. That kind of dynamic is fucking gold to me.)

Anyway. Once I had the POV and setting figured out, I had to give Mako a reason to be there, and I thought, well, he hasn't yet reached the point where he's able to admit he has feelings for Wu (even inside his own head) so the pretext of him deciding he had to keep Wu alive to protect the fragile democratization process felt right and seemed plausible.

The first two scenes came together from a few lines I poached from an unfinished korrasami wip....

"That's not–I'm not–we're just colleagues, Asami," he splutters convincingly.

"Yeah? So everyone at the precinct just hand-feeds each other moon peach slices in the morning, then? That's standard 'colleague' behavior?"

"Asami–"

"And right at the breakfast table," she whispers dramatically, shaking her head in mock disapproval and relishing how the blush has spread from his ears down his neck. "We all saw you practically purring into his hands, Mako. Like a damn octocat."

....and this bit of dialogue from the closet scene

“What kind of closet locks from the inside!?”

“You tell me! You grew up here!”

“Not in this closet!”

I turned the peach lines into a whole scene because I loved the idea of Wu being like "teehee I am getting him to try something new and fun" meanwhile Mako's like 3 seconds away from just snapping and sucking on Wu's fingers. Except it's rated T so. You know. Gotta be more subtle about it lol.

As for the closet dialogue....I'm a simple woman and I will never ever get tired of closet-themed jokes and accidents. My personal headcanon re: Wu's sexuality is that it was kind of like an open secret among the royal family. Like he'd flirt with women in public just to keep up appearances but really, everyone knew. Hence the "not in this closet!" line. To be clear, I don't think the royal family was ok with it, and I'm sure he suffered for it, but in this fic I positioned him further along in his own self-acceptance journey than Mako.

The next scene didn't unfold as easily, and I really, really struggled with it. Mako was a bit of a ticking time bomb by this point in the story–the tension had been rising for a while, and I knew it had to break eventually, but I wanted it to break in the right way.

I wrote several different versions, but every time the dialogue got away from me and it always ended the same way: with them getting into an actual argument and Mako storming out the door. And that was Not the vibe I was going for. I wanted more of an "oh fuck" moment rather than a "this guy is pissing me off and I have to get out of here" one. Mako has a tendency to get snappy in emotional situations, and that combined with him being an acts-of-service kind of person made the "it's my job to worry about you!" line finally click into place.

Deep down, Mako knows he's more than just a bodyguard to Wu, he knows how Wu feels about him, but he can't let himself really think about it. Because if he's more than his work, more than just a tool to be used, if Wu wants him around simply because he enjoys his company and not because Mako is providing a service, then that means Mako's entire sense of self is built on a lie. That's a terrifying realization, with or without the added element of internalized homophobia (and I had to add it. For maximum angst.)

I knew I wanted the fic to end with Mako realizing that the way he'd been operating simply wasn't healthy or sustainable, followed by a dramatic confession of feelings, but how to get there? Well why not invent a weird old bug woman. I thought a sort of grandmotherly figure might be somebody Mako would take seriously, and also I selfishly just wanted a woman in the story lol.

I honestly don't know where the ant spiral idea came from–maybe it's something I learned about as a kid that's been haunting the crevices of my brain for years. But it felt like an interesting way to symbolize how Mako was on a self-destructive path of repeating the same harmful behaviors over and over. If he kept depriving himself of meaningful connections, never stepped outside his comfort zone, continued avoiding learning how to process his emotions, and kept letting his fear and his pain decide what he was and wasn't allowed to want, he'd only keep inadvertently hurting himself and the people he cares about. That sort of thing. But he's stubborn, and needed to figure it out himself, so I let Qin Li give him the pieces (dare I say peaches?) so he could put it all together.

The final scene was written in its entirety at the auto shop, because apparently that's where my muse lives. Great place to write, can't recommend broken cars highly enough. Anyway, I wanted his eventual admission to feel like removing a giant splinter, which is to say: extremely painful and strained, but a huge relief once it's out. Difficult as it was, he needed to actually verbalize that shit not only for himself but also because it wouldn't have been fair for Wu to have to be in a relationship with somebody who couldn't even admit the feelings were real. And of course I had to have Wu jump into his arms at some point. Couldn't resist :)

One other thing I just thought about (and can't figure where to put it in this post, so I guess I'll just stick it here) is that I had fun giving both of them weird little quirks. Like Mako being an anxious/compulsive skin picker and Wu being fidgety and refusing to wear his glasses.

OH YEAH ONE MORE THING. Mako yanking on the doorknob in the closet was 100% a euphemism. For something.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Writer Interview Tag

Thanks for the tags, @darkurgetrash and @kimberbohwrites <3 I really enjoyed reading yours! I tag… hmmm, who hasn’t done it yet? @dutifullylazybread @commander-krios and @redroomroaving ? (And consider this a free tag if you want it!)

When did you start writing?

I honestly couldn’t say when my very first act of creative writing was, I feel like I’ve been writing on and off my whole life (barring like 5 years from 16-21). When I was 8 or 9 is the first I really remember though. I kept a diary religiously at that time (yes, it’s hilarious), and also attempted several stories that went nowhere, including a glorious portal fantasy about two children who are isekai’d into a kingdom of cats and have to face off against an evil cat stealing wizard. As you can tell, I love cats, lmao. And I have always loved portal fantasies and isekai. A through-line all the way to Planar Tears!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Oooh. Well, there are very few genres I *wouldn’t* read, and I’ve only written so much, so I suppose most genres currently sit in this pile for me? I can’t really see myself writing original sci-fi, despite loving it as a genre, because I think it really lives or dies on having an excellent concept more than a lot of other forms of fiction. Short of being struck with a lightning bolt of inspiration, I think I’d lack purpose. But I love, love, love science fiction. Isaac Asimov, Philip K Dick, N.K. Jemisin, Octavia Butler, John Wyndham, Marge Piercy, Ted Chiang… all of these SF authors’ stories have a place in my heart.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

No-one has yet compared me to anyone. I often realise that I’m going a little too Austen in my work, and gently push myself to modernise - but I guess that speaks to the fact that whilst I admire her, I don’t want to exactly emulate her? I love the way she gently teases her characters, the way she makes clear the contrast between what they believe and what’s actually true without being cruel. But I don’t want to write a pastiche.

On the other end of the spectrum, I recently re-read My Year of Rest and Relaxation and was reminded of how much I love Otessa Moshfegh’s cold, somewhat brutal cataloguing of the world around her character; her sparse but vivid imagery (casting aside a pair of shoes like “dead crows”) and her unlikeable but extremely readable MC. I should read more of her work!

Basically, I love to read and have a wide spectrum of influences, but I’m not aiming to emulate any single one of them. I would say my writing swings between archaic and more efficient depending on whether I’ve read classic or modern literature most recently, because I love both.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I have many. On my phone anywhere - especially the commute - and at home on a laptop, either sat at our dining table (we live in a rental flat in an expensive city, a proper desk would be a luxury), or on the sofa with my girlfriend and flatmate sometimes contributing "suggestions" lol. If I'm in a writing phase, which I have been for a year - every space is a writing space.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Hmmm. I am rarely in a completely creatively fallow period - unless I'm just straight up obsessed with a game/TV show/the gym, in which case I'm busy having a good time in other ways - but I'm not always in the writing zone. I like textile crafts and sewing, and art hobbies generally. I guess that is to say, if the writing muse is not present, I rarely miss it; I'm probably thinking about something else.

(Barring the times when my mental health is fucked, but even then, I'm probably throwing myself really hard into a hobby as a distraction. I'm an all or nothing person). When I'm struggling with writer's block on say, a chapter of a long fic, it's usually because it's not quite headed in the right direction, and I need to backtrack, take stock of where my characters are emotionally, and try again in a different direction. Honestly... I know it's advised against by some, but sometimes I just have to sit down and make myself write just to figure out what's wrong. Just do it, and rip it up later if you have to. (**put it in a separate doc in case you can use it elsewhere. you probably wrote it for a reason. DO NOT TILT OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND DELETE YOUR SHIT, NO MATTER HOW FRUSTRATING).

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Number one is “coming to terms with making mistakes in your vocation, and recognising that you are more than your talent at it.” It’s the reason that draws me to Rolan in the first place, because it mirrors my own life experiences very closely. I was somewhat picked on and harassed in school (shit that many of us have experienced) and built my whole personality around being smart and having my life planned out as a shield against it. I was going to do [thing], I was really good at it, and it was all clear. Not to mention I loved this subject. So when I got into a prestigious university my life was sorted, right? Except... all of the hideous self-esteem issues and perfectionism I'd been papering over came crashing down all at once, and I was in an incredibly unforgiving environment, in a very male-dominated subject where other (male) students would literally be like huh, isn't it weird more women don't study this subject? Why do YOU think that is? I felt like I was worthless, stupid and useless, and that I stuck out like a sore thumb - and I was carrying the weight of every woman who wanted to do my subject and was afraid they weren't good enough. My life plans crumbled before my eyes, and I was severely depressed, alongside other health issues - which my uni did not give two fucks about, at all.

Which is to say, I draw many parallels between my own arc and Rolan's - being an outsider, the precarity of having your own talent validated only to have your entire future rest on it, and being vulnerable to really shitty messaging about how hard I should be working and how it was obviously my fault if I wasn't succeeding already, when they were one of the best universities around. And then I realised I was writing similar experiences with Catrin and SW Tav - discovering, and appreciating, that you're more than this one crutch you cling to, this singular skill that you desperately need to hold you above the maelstrom of life. And I promise that, like Rolan, this has a happy ending - I personally took some years out after battling through undergrad, faced my demons, and returned to the subject that I loved as a far more well-rounded person, better equipped to deal with failure. I'm not perfect, and I never will be. I'm neurotic and perfectionistic and all the rest. And that's probably why I keep writing, and exploring this theme - to remind myself that I want to avoid that trap, and to deal with the ways I feel when I'm in it. I was gonna write about kink here too, but I think this is enough, lol.

What is your reason for writing?

Joy. I love exercising my creative drive. And I love re-reading what I've written!

Obsession. These fuckers, these plot points, occupy every spare inch of brain and will not stop until I vent them.

Learning. Honing my skills is a frustration and a pleasure.

Connection. I'm so, so grateful to have people who read and care about my work. It means the world.

Horny. Um. Yeah. I have no further explanation for this one lmao. Except. Fantasies are amazing, but then writing them down makes them even better because now you're really thinking about the specifics and those specifics come to mind more easily next time you're [REDACTED. CABBAGE STOP. ENOUGH!!!]

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I can’t pick just one! A balanced diet of comments is the best ;)

I joke but - I love them all. Shouting about the plot? You're invested, and I'm grateful. "Additional kudos" twenty chapters in? You've stuck with me this far, and I'm grateful. I guess if I had to pick a few:

1. Strong emotional responses. Kicking my feet/biting my keyboard/stressed/blushing/screaming - whatever fits the mood of the scene. I’m so happy my writing evoked strong feelings. That’s a good chunk of the point, right?

2. Writing analysis. Picking out individual lines or highlighting certain aspects - characterisation, dramatic tension, etc. The day someone said that I "had a knack for showing character in a single action" and then provided examples, I nearly exploded. Augh. I particularly love comments on my OCs because they're especially precious to me. My own brain children, and you LIKE them? heaven for reader. heaven for reader for 1000 years.

3. “I should be sleeping but instead I read this” AND I AM KISSING YOU. That’s all.

4. Just straight up compliments. "I love this" thank you I'm crying. ahhhhhhh. Cute lil kudos graphics (you know who you are). I'm over the moon you enjoy my work. <3

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Well, I know for certain that a large swathe of my readers perceive me as “the one who writes good subby Rolan porn” and frankly? I love that reputation. If nobody appreciated the SFW elements of my work, I might feel differently, because thoughtful storytelling is also really important to me - but I feel seen in that regard too, so I can delight in knowing my writing has a distinctive flavour. Kinky chilli ice cream, spicy and sweet.

I would also love to hope my readers think of me fondly when they get the next long fic email, and are excited to continue the story. Oh, and I hope my readers enjoy chatting in my comment section, because I do. All I can aim for is to be the friendly author who "rites gud". Fingers crossed I meet that bar :)

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

You know what? I might not have said this once upon a time, but I actually think I’m pretty decent at plotting. I think I wind various threads together quite well, and with purpose.

I think I’m pretty good at observing character too. I hope. I’ve written so much Rolan that he’s really taken on a life of his own, but I do often rewatch his cutscenes (I know, such a chore 😉) and think I have a good sense for him. I also think that although Catrin started out difficult to write, I developed a very distinct character for her too, which I’m glad about.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

90% of what I’m writing is for me. I want it to be the best it can be, for me; I want it to cover the themes I care about. I want to tell the story in my head. Before BG3, I wrote for a teeny tiny fandom, inaugurating its fandom tag, and that inoculated me a little against writing for stats because well, thirty kudos felt like an INCREDIBLE achievement in that fandom.

Also, I want to write my kinky filth and not dilute it. That means actively CHOOSING not to worry about whether people are put off, because they absolutely, certainly will be in cases.

However, I do also care about my readers; I love comments and I want to give them the best story I can. I really enjoy my NSFW prompts; since my tumblr connections know the baseline of what I’m into, they can throw out AMAZING ideas that I love writing and am deeply grateful for. I’ve also definitely pushed harder on fics and oneshots because I knew a particular commenter or mutual was super excited for them ❤️ (shout out to my piss kink cheerleader lol, and everyone who has kindly - or ferally - expressed interest in my longfics).

How do you feel about your own writing?

Mostly very good! I do struggle with writer’s block sometimes, but my particular combination of perfectionism and obstinacy means I don’t tend to publish my work until I’m happy with it. I can see imperfections in my work, especially my past work, but I do genuinely enjoy the process of learning even if it frustrates me sometimes. I really enjoy re-reading what I’ve written later, because by the time it gets out there into the world, I’ve always beaten it into something I’m proud of.

I can't deny that I do, occasionally, get bitten by the little green monster though. Seeing someone else's Rolan writing get called "the best" or whatever has me nursing a tiny stab of pain. And I know it's valid - I'm not *the* best writer of all time, I'm just writing my reasonably-good stories out here, but I can't deny that small oof. (I'm tipsy so you're getting rather honest Cabbage tonight). I'm also very aware that I get many wonderful comments and treasure them, so I just accept my limitations a bit and try not to think too much about other peoples' writing that is along similar lines to my own. You're all writing beautiful stuff and I support you, but I will go NUTS if I spend my life reading closely-related fic. (If I have read your fic, know I fought my inner demons to do it, lol). Idk. I write what I want to write, as well as I can, and I'm grateful that people want to read it. Seriously. You have no idea how much every bookmark and subscription and lovely comment mean to me <3 And all I can do is my best to master this lovely art form and carve out from the marble an approximation of what I see in my head.

[hidden-poet]

Bestieee I finally (after 3 years) read Professor Snow… and my god I did not know I needed a Professor Snow fic this bad 😌

I have to say… this Coryo seems like the most normal one 😂

I felt so bad for the reader. She is so sweet and I just wanted to give her the biggest hug every time he was mean to her and failed her on purpose 😭

He would catch a young boy staring at her occasionally, innocently or not, and would proceed to make an example out of him. - our jelly jelly boy!

He watched her face as it sagged when she received her first fail - awe poor girl 😭

“Yes, honey?” - honey? MY GOD 🥵

“What about this deserves a higher grade?” - damn bro 😒

“No. Hobbes and Rousseau met the criteria and you copied them. Philosophers I taught about in this class, so I have very little interest in re-reading them in your poor and clunky paraphrasing.” - HE’S SO CRUEL TO HER 😭

HOW HE CALLS HER SWEETHEART 🥵

And now he’s going to tutor us? Sign me up daddy cause i want to get fucked against his desk 🫠

Bro him tutoring her… i be so nervous around him cause i'm dumb as fuck 😂

“Very good, angel,” he praised and she glowed under him. - i can’t with these nicknames 🤤 please send help!

OMG FEED ME PLEASE 🔥 girl when he offers you food… YOU TAKE IT!

He imagined her in his home pregnant. - i too! I would gladly bear all his children 🫠

Not his whole day and mood getting ruined by another guy talking to her 😂

He barked at everyone to sit down, and the other student, who Coriolanus never bothered to learn the name of - i died of laughter at this 😂

He spoke too fast for her to finish taking notes, leaving her to try to absorb information as much as she could. - my god he’s so PETTY 🤦‍♀️

“Is my class a joke to you?” - no daddy… i- i

“Then perhaps you can tell me why after hours of wasting my time with you, you still manage to hand in something I can barely read, let alone pass?” - he’s so mean i swear if it was me i would cry on the spot 😭

“Maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time studying I could have my nights back.” - 😑😑😑

“Well?” He snaps. “Say thank you. I shouldn’t be giving you another chance.” - “What? Speak up,” he pushes. - “Go,” he flicks his hand towards the door and she rushes out. - the way i gasped and was turned on at the same time 😳

Bro he’s actually so delulu with her tho. Poor girl, she’s probably so confused too with his behavior 😂

If the other student had walked any faster, Coriolanus would have thrown open her car door and yanked her out. - oh lord this is way too hot for me too handle right now 🥵

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I feel so bad for the her guy friend 😭 he was so mean to him too because he’s so fucking petty 🙄

“Shut up,” he spat. - “You fucking slut.” - the way I immediately changed my panties after these two lines…

“Where do you think you’re going?” - running away cause i’ll know you’ll catch me and take me back to your apartment and make me your wife and make me bear your children 😃

“Get out of the car,” he demands, - make me, daddy 🫠

“You are so fucking dumb, you know that? I’ve never seen anymore more undeserving of a place at the University than you.” - ohhh now it’s my third time changing my panties…

I love how he kidnapped us and kept us prisoner in his home. God do I love being his property 🤤

“I told you, I wasn't flirting with him!” - “Me, you dumb girl.” - call me a dumb girl again…

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It was so cute how she was crying because she couldn't get the greenhouse door open 😂

Wow he really thought this plan through with her and her family and school, didn't he? This man continues to surprise me every time!

BESTIEEEE I loved this one-shot so much. I’m not really into student/teacher dynamics but this is Coriolanus Snow so it’s different 😂 and... HOT!

Also… HUGE congrats on finishing and getting your degree, bestie 🩷you must be so relieved! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself first 🩷 can’t wait to see you in the next one! love youuuu

BESTIE! Hello!

Can’t believe he seems normal compared to the rest 😭😭

I am also not into the teacher/student dynamic. I never read them so I don’t know where this one come from.

He would be such a hot teacher through 😍

Thank you! Law is no joke and I am so grateful that my degree is over after 6 years. But more to go and then I will be a lawyer!

See you soooooon. Love you ❤️

[unnerving-presence]

Hii! I really want to start writing a fanfic about wesker/reader in the dbd world but I haven't played (just watched gameplays) of the RE games... Like, I know his character (but forgot about a lot of the main stuff of the games) and he is just so... alluring. He makes me want to write again.

Do you have any advice for writing something about him so as not to end up mischaracterizing him? Is there anything in particular that you, as a fan that knows about his lore and knows him, would like to read?

Answer if you want! thanks 🌟

hello! im actually so honored you came to me of all people 😭 thank you

it’s always good to know and remember the main aspects of that character, such as what they stand for, what their motives are, and how that affects them as a person. this doesn’t have to be applied in every fic you make, but knowing thre core aspects of a character is important for writing them as a whole

and get their personality down! it’s good to see how they act, their mannerisms, how they talk, how they dress, how they speak to people. these are all very important in writing as character as well.

i think in wesker’s case it’s good to remember these things:

- wesker is very egotistical. he thinks he is superior to everyone around him and believes himself to be a god compared to everybody else. it’s very important not to make this all that he is though. considering this is in the dbd-verse, i would implement it more subtly. even making him smirk as he chases a survivor can give off that confident attitude he has.

- wesker is a calm and collected man, though he at times can reveal his hatred for others around him. one thing about wesker a lot of people tend to exaggerate is his anger, mainly because of how he acts in re5. i do not think this is all wesker should be reduced to. he has been shown countless times to show how calm he can be in situations, even pushing down that anger/irritation at times. wesker is very capable of being an angry little bitch, but it shouldn’t be the core aspect of his character and be so exaggerated like some people make it out to be. if you ever want to write how he feels in a first/third person perspective then watching umbrella chronicles playthroughs is perfect as it is right in the perspective of wesker! this could help you more perceive what he thinks when in action

-don’t be afraid to observe how he acts in game as well! even if you don’t own any of the games or dbd, there’s plenty of videos of cutscenes with wesker in it. learning his mannerisms and how he speaks just through seeing what he does is also a good way to get to know the character more. he is far more than just being smart and an asshole.

-this is more of a small one but wesker does not have a british accent! it is trans-atlantic! if you don’t know what that accent sounds like, think of pretty much any disney movie made in the 1950’s-1970’s. a lot of them feature a very sing songy accent. the reason people misinterpret this is because it is supposed to sound halfway american and british. (if you need more examples feel free to watch drew gooden’s ‘insane how-to videos from the 50s’)

either way in the end you can write wesker however you want. it’s your way of interpreting the character and it’s in your right to do whatever you’d like. there’s tons of shit i’m tired of seeing writers do with wesker but as i said it is what makes you happy with writing that character. i’m terrible with giving any sort of advice but i do just ask that you have fun with it and don’t worry about what others might think. if it makes you happy, go for it

[cheesybadgers]

okay soooo tell me your favorite thing about writing the epic beast that is OHDH. i want the directors cut lol

Ahhh Alex, bless you and thank you for sending this question ❤️😘

And oh boy, where do I start?!! It’s hard to pick just one, so here are three main things:

1) I think one of the trickiest yet most satisfying parts of the process was figuring out a) how any canon divergence made sense for the characters and their motivations and b) what the impact of those changes were on future canon events. It was such a fine balancing act and I had a lot of lightbulb moments in the shower (I swear my shower is some sort of creativity portal lol) solving plot problems. I had someone comment on AO3 saying how much they liked the ‘butterfly effect’ of the canon divergence and that sums it up so well, because one change at the start of the fic has a domino effect on everything else.

Sort of linking on from this, I also had so much fun making characters interact who never met in canon, or only had very minimal screen time together. Horacio and Chucho obviously never meet in the show, but their paths crossing in OHDH led to a whole new subplot and ultimately helped shape the ending of the fic. I wanted this to be a transformative work rather than a re-hash of canon, so if I achieved anything, I think it’s safe to say I achieved that!

2) I was also surprised how much I immersed myself in fic research, more so than I ever did for my degree back at university 😂 I knew I was going to have to do some research when the story got to a certain point, but I just kept falling down different rabbit holes and it expanded my reading list in all sorts of directions I wasn’t expecting. It got me back into the habit of reading books too, which I’m embarrassed to say I hadn’t done much of in recent years. But knowing I needed to read X or Y in order to progress with a certain scene or chapter was great motivation.

I must confess, my knowledge of Colombian history wasn’t great before (it’s not something the British education system covers), but my reading actually made me question and challenge the source material in ways I hadn’t before. So, shipping might be considered just shoving two characters together like dolls, but hey, at least I learnt some history along the way lol.

3) Getting to make up a tonne of backstory (especially for Horacio, who is a bit of a blank slate in canon) and create OCs. I’d never created proper OCs before this fic, so it was fun building them around the main pairing, giving them their own personalities and histories but also letting them affect the story. I think the different locations throughout the fic were like OCs of their own too (I’ve been contemplating a holiday to Madrid since I wrote the chapters set there lol), so the world building aspect of it was a fun learning experience too, and not something that came naturally to me at the start.

I’m sure there are so many more things! I will also say it’s been the steepest of learning curves re: my writing skills as well. I’m probably not even consciously aware of everything I’ve learnt, but going back to earlier chapters has been difficult, because I was obviously much more inexperienced back then lol. The urge to do re-edits has been real, but I don’t think I have the energy for that right now (and it was posted as a WIP, so by its nature it’s going to show the progress of my writing from start to finish).

Back in 2020/2021, I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone (I think it was around a time during the pandemic when I realised how uninspiring my day job is and how little motivation I have for it anymore, so pursuing creative hobbies away from it seemed like a better use of my time), and it's safe to say I managed that with this behemoth 😂 It's been a huge journey of self-discovery and realising what I'm capable of. Fic used to be something I thought only other people wrote, so there were times I'd pull a metaphor or certain phrasing out of thin air and laugh at my laptop in shock, because I didn't think I had it in me to be poetic lol.

So, my advice to anyone reluctant to start a creative project because they don't feel skilled enough, please, please, please do it anyway. Seriously. Because you will muddle through, learn so much along the way and surprise yourself ❤️

Ok that was a bit of a ramble, but you did say director’s cut, so here we are 😂 Thank you once again for sending this, I've been in such a reflective and bittersweet mood since finishing, so it's nice to focus purely on the positive aspects of the experience 😘

[unriding]

cutie zevieeee ): you are such a precious gift and an even more precious friend to us on here ♡ i am always left so giggly after our interactions, and even through seeing how you interact with others! :3 most especially with how thorough and thoughtful and kind you are in the feedback you leave on fics you reblog — it only inspires us all to be more like yourself (at least, such is the case for me!!). you are so engaging and dynamic and always so! very joyful on here! seeing you on my dashboard is like bathing in the sunlight that says hello from behind a cloud hehe :3 i think your beauty shines brightest from the kindness of your heart, and i hope you might realise that sharing your kindness, and enthusiasm, and happiness on here influences us all in the best way possible ♡ waaahh it's just so hard to Not love you zevie ... and just as hard to not think of you with the utmost fondness! actually, sometimes i worry that you may be pushing yourself too hard to be so interactive and friendly with us all on here and tiring yourself out — so i do hope you know that it's okay to take it easy at times, and just focus on yourself 🥺 you are always so selfless, so it's very much okay to be selfish at times hwehe :3 this is getting so long omg i will shut up .. but, i suppose i just wanted to say that i love you smuch zevie ): and that your kindness never goes unnoticed!! i hope we might be able to make you feel as loved as you make us feel ♡

— 🍙 ( sending on nonie asks bcos i just feel ridiculously shy saying all of this ... TT hehe sowwies :3 )

dearest 🍙 i will have you know that i saw this ask right before bed and bursted into tears halfway into reading it!!!! you are so so so sweet for sending me something as kind as this 🥺 i have a lot to say but thank you so much omg 🫂 from the very bottom of my heart 🫂

giggly after our interactions is probably the kindest thing i have heard omg 😭 my beloved 🍙 i feel the exact same with you!!! you are quite literally kindness personified in my eyes. such a sweet, sweet girl and you have so much love in your heart. i will always love hearing you talk about your selfships & seeing you support other people’s selfships. ITS SOO . genuine. i love you so much. hhhggrrr gives me so much cuteness aggression i could JUST 🫂🫂🫂🫂

the rbs if i sob !!!? it makes me so happy to hear that you think im engaging ?! inspire is insane /pos. i love you so, so much. NEED TO TYPE THIS OUT BEFORE I CRY AGAIN. bathing in the sunlight is insane. UURRVHHHHHS. YOU ARE SO KIND IM ))))): i am happy if my interactions make others happy!! that makes me smile so hard. for meee, you are the equivalent of finding a flower on a walk! sometimes i venture off campus a bit when i have time,, stumble into a pretty little flower and i always am like “oooh! what a pretty flower.” IT MAKES ME SMILE. just like your presence nodsnods 🌸 (you also remind me very much of tohru)

THIS LASY PART IS WHAT MADE ME SOB omg. this is such a sweet reminder 🍙 ): i love you soooo much. you are so sweet for worrying about me. i don’t even have words to put in now hsjsjsmn omg it really just is me like this: ���️ that made me feel so soft and valued omg ): i really don’t have any way to put that into words

i hope you know that i will 100% be re-reading this message as an affirmation whenever i am having a rough day 🥺 genuinely thank you for the bottom of my heart hsmsms i had a little voice telling me to keep this in my inbox forever so i can see it every day but !!! i decided against it BECAUSE i must tell you how much i appreciate it hhhrgrrr 🫂 THANK YOU ONE MORE TIME for choosing to type this & send me it ?! it means so much to me,, more than i could ever express > <

i hope you have the loveliest day ever omg. baking you fresh cookies …. handpicking each flower and arranging a pretty bouquet for my dearest 🍙 ……

[dropsofnightshade]

Hey, I was re-reading Dark Heritage and I noticed you mentioned in one of your earlier chapters that the black castle originally claimed to belong to the dark lady (Morgana), is this going to be relevant in any way whatsoever or like an acknowledgement of the fact as it seems like such a cool fact that harry coincidentally ended up in his (allegedly) ancestors tower?

Also, can I just say that Dark Heritage is an actual bloody MASTERPIECE? When I finished reading the fic, I had to take a deep breath and stop myself from either hurling myself out of my car or squealing at the top of my lungs as my parents would have definitely thought that I needed to be put down for how rabid I was acting 😭

thank you sooo much for dedicating yourself to this monster of a fic. I look forward to the update on Saturday and and I hope you know just how much this means to me 💕

I am so glad you noticed!! It's one of those things where a family has laid claim to a historic connection, but it's a bit murky whether it is true or not. There will be another mention of it down the track - some of the plot points around Black Castle were pushed to the wayside with Harry effectively excluded from the property because of the locket.

Thank you so much for your kind words - I am so happy my writing brought you such enjoyment. Lots of love!

[stranded-labyrinth]

Hi, I find you terrifying to interact with but you're my favorite person on all of tumblr and I love your Hannibal content more than I love to breathe

would you be willing to recommend some hannigram fics you like? I adore everything you write about them, but that also means I read and re-read all of it many times so I wanted to check if maybe you'd share some recs

thank you and I love you're brilliant

first off, i love you SO much for this, and second, i'd be more than happy to provide fic recs!! it's been a while since my last list, so let me go through my bookmarks again :]

Kindness, I Suppose by McRibFarewellTour

"Disturbed by the way his manipulations have panned out, Will decides to abjure both Hannibal's plan and Jack's and invents one of his own. Deep conversations, torturing Hannibal with low-class accommodations, and Will hyperfixating on the history of New Orleans, all with the well-loved backdrop of a forced road trip."

i actually was just finishing this one as i went to answer your ask, and oh my god, i am in love with this fic. McRibFarewellTour is a fairly new AO3 author, but i've loved everything they've made

You're Looking Like I Feel by McRibFarewellTour

"Will’s been out of prison for a week, and Hannibal still hasn’t heard from him. Needless to say, he does not find this acceptable and decides to take action."

one of the best depictions of Will having a perfect idea for revenge on Hannibal that i've seen yet. it combines ideas we've all had for the best way for him to truly hurt Hannibal, with something new that i haven't seen from anything else yet. heed the tags!

That Which Has Been Ignored by virtuous_contract

"Behind him, Hannibal’s breathing is barely audible. Always so damn composed. Or perhaps Hannibal is really asleep? Perhaps the touch is only accidental? It’s the soft pad of a thumb on the back of his neck and the tips of loosely curled fingers stirring his curls more than resting against his skin. Shouldn’t he hate it? Or at the very least, fear it? Deep down he feels something else entirely. Relief of some undefined kind that he fiercely pushes away and refuses to acknowledge. It’s too embarrassing. He can’t be that person. Can’t be that weak."

a delightful touch-starved and maybe even shy post-fall Will on the run with Hannibal, going from hotel to hotel. lots of pining. i shan't say more, just know it's currently one of my favorite one shots.

to swallow smoke by ghostforwhat

"After all that, he had just needed a little release. A quick stop at a gas station on the way here had easily produced what he was searching for; a soft pack of cigarettes now bulging in his shirt pocket, hidden from the downpour as he ducks under the small awning over the office door."

how could i not include this one? part one already had me romanticizing things i should likely never romanticize, and part two extended that tenfold. it's something you need to experience. if you don't fare well with smut, at least read part one.

oh, to be the life and soul will be the death of me by Serindrana

huge fic description that's a passage from the fic, but this is essentially a one shot that combines mutual pining with Will discovering that Hannibal is indeed The Chesapeake Ripper...in the middle of one of Hannibal's dinner parties.

to the victor go the spoils by zipegs

8.9k word smut one shot that follows a dinner at Hannibal's between him, Alana, and Will, in which Alana leaves when she can no longer abide the tension. a very bitter Will ends up taking things in quite some direction, using a very particular sort of power in lieu of revenge, while also ensnaring himself in the very net he attempts to catch Hannibal in.

Small Repairs by Devereauxs_Disease

"It started with a clogged drain. Will put himself in a position to rescue Hannibal's dinner party, hoping to ingratiate himself to the good doctor as he gathered evidence. What he didn't anticipate was how much fun it was to fix things for Hannibal Lecter. In return, Hannibal offered to act as a cooking tutor for Will Graham, talking him through making dinner nearly every night. Are small home repairs really enough to fix what's been broken between these two?"

as always, i love their work. there's a particular scene i love near the end that i won't spoil, but i'll say that it has to do with Will having a very particular way to notice Hannibal's vulnerability, even from afar :]

A Sepulchre in This Kingdom by petrodactyl352

"The first time Hannibal meets Death, he is eight years old."

how could i not include the fic based on my own prompt? a delightful gift <3 i'm still obsessed with this concept even now

Hidden Potential by sourweather

"The first time you make eye contact with your soul mate, you see a vision of their greatest accomplishment. They call it your Peak. Unfortunately for Will Graham, his soul mate's Peak is a vision of blood and horror. Fortunately for Hannibal Lecter, his soul mate's is too."

a very particular kind of soulmate AU, and i was on the edge of my seat nearly every chapter wanting to see where everything would go. as usual, sourweather does NOT disappoint :]

touch me, i'm cold (unable to control) by Naomi_Riddle

"Dr. Hannibal Lecter lacks nothing. He’s definitely not lonely, and he’s certainly not touch-starved. And he absolutely, positively doesn’t have a thing for Will Graham. So when Abigail Hobbs is discharged from the Port Haven Psychiatric Facility, he suggests that she should move in with him - and so should Will. It’s only fair, as they’re both her legal guardians. A domestic, fluffy little fic of touch-starved down bad Hannibal Lecter, oblivious Will Graham, and sassy Abigail Hobbs who conspires to get her gay dads together. Featuring Winston and Company."

this one is still ongoing, and it's the one i look forward to the absolute most currently when it comes to fics updating. i've seen mutual pining domestic vibes with these two, obviously, but placing it so early on and including the adoption of Abigail just scratches an itch i didn't know i had in my brain.

and with that, i think i've met where i ended off last time i recommended stuff from my bookmarks :] hope you enjoy!

[matenrou-fan]

hello yello ahem ahem

may i please request rei and a fem s/o who just go at it like wild animals please theres not enough kinky fics of this man and i need some 1

also keep going i keep re reading ur sasara things its an obsession at this point i love ur writing

Rough sex with Rei

hiiii!! yess you're absolutely right!! for some reason there's not that much work with this hot old man and it breaks my heart.. also ahhh thank you very much for these kind words!! <3

femreader, teasing, fingering, handjob (a little??);; 1661 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

It's hard to understand someone, to read their thoughts only through face or movements.. especially if this someone is concealing his real emotions, masking and mixing it.. especially if this someone is a conman.

Yet you know Rei for enough time to see how his gaze changes along with his mood, when he's more playful or more annoyed with something. And today.. Oh, today all you can see in his eyes was deep hunger for your body, much more wild than his usual feisty urge to play.

Casual hot and messy make out session on his lap, during which he drove you crazy with his bold merciless touches, tickling your through fabric of your dress. But today your lover was much more quiet, preferring to gobble you up hungrily, to make you choke as you were already out of breath, hands grabbing desperately his wide shoulders. But that's even more provoke than any of his sweet teases can ever be, all these giddy grasps on your body make shivers run from your dizzy head down your spine, forcing it to arch a little, before hitting your core.

"What's wrong?" - you mumble under your breath when Rei finally pulls away, just to immediately press his face to your neck, working with his lips here. - "Mm.. Today you're the one who's getting too needy, huh?"

Your last words drown in your incoherent gasp, as he starts biting your sensitive skin, warming your already heated body more and more.

"Let's just say I have much more energy today than usual.." - low chuckle tickle bitten place, before he licks it slowly, sending more goosebumps on your body.

He pulls away again, and for a second your eyes meet each other. Rei's deep piercing gaze always mesmerized you, as if he was looking right in your heart, seeing all inner thoughts and deep desires of your soul.. Yet today it is even more charming, his beautiful eyes itself would be enough to seduce and capture you oh his trap. And Rei clearly can see how much you are hypnotized with his gaze, as he also shows you all his hunger for you today.

"Come on, my little birdie, I don't want to play any games today.." - he chuckled, hands already roaming under the fabric of your dress as he squeezed your thighs, pressing your hips close to his. Your small mewl turned into gasp as he suddenly pushed you down to the bed, getting on top of you with the same hunter expression on his face.

Well, he actually didn't want to tease you today, immediately taking off your clothes, leaving you only in panties. For a moment he just admires your naked body, smirking at wet spot on cotton fabric, before leaning down and pulling you into another deep kiss. It was so unusual to see him acting like that, as Rei always loves to turn you into a whiny sobbing mess before doing anything, yet you decided just to enjoy yourself and spread legs wider, as his fingers finally touched your pulsing folds, caressing them through wet panties. You can't help but lift your hips, moving forward to his touches, and of course he quickly noticed this.

"Even when I'm not playing with you, you keep being so impatient and needy.." - Rei smirks, grasping your waist and holding you in place. - "Don't worry, I'm sure that today your greedy pussy will be full after I am done with you.."

This makes you just tremble even more as you bite your lip, your hands buried in his black hair as you pull him into another kiss. Even this intoxicating taste of bitter cigarettes will never stop you from kissing him again and again, as the way his tongue pressed to yours was mind shattering itself, but combining with passionate thrusts of his fingers on your clit? You were already almost in heaven.

Soonly he got rid of the last piece of your clothes too, almost tearing apart your panties, pressing his warm hand to your trembling folds. Whimper vibrates on your lips as you feel skin to skin contact, as he finally pushes his wet, soaked in your juices, fingers inside you, stretching your aching cunt.

Of course he knows all your sensitive spots, as Rei always likes to tease and overstimulate you until you can't even form words and just lay there with an empty head. And today he also quickly pressed his fingertip right there, on your sweet spot, massaging your walls while his thumb kept abusing your throbbing clit. Room quickly filled with your loud moans and whines as you can't help but squirm around, moving your hips along with his paces, almost on edge.

Rei just smirks, watching you getting lost in pleasure, edging your body with kisses and bites, his other hand on your breast, squeezing sensitive nipple. The view of your beautiful body trembling under him is really amusing, and he does want to watch your whimper and clench around his fingers forever, yet he also wants to have fun and get lost in this heady pleasure with you.

Just a few more rough thrusts before you squeeze your thighs, locking his hand between it, trying to press yourself closer and closer to him. Hot swelling knot in your stomach finally explodes, making all muscles in your body tensed up for a moment and you moan, overwhelmed with a tingle sensation. Rei keeps moving inside you, helping you ride your orgasm, wondering how good you would feel now around his already hard dick.

He will not even give you time to catch a breath before unzipping his pants, revealing a thick stalwart cock.

"What do you think, babe? Would you lend me a helping hand?" - he purrs, enjoying your thirsty gaze on his body.

Oh, of course. How can you get too lost in your own pleasure and forget about his satisfaction? As you raised yourself a little, you just now notice how hot and weak your body already becomes, yet you wanted to feel more.. How can you stop and ask for a break when you have such hard, twitching cock right in from of you, ready to fuck you for a long time? You just know today's night would be something, due to how Rei was acting all this time.

Despite you just wanting to finally feel him fully inside you, wrecking your aching pussy, you still take time to find some lube and play with Rei's dick, soaking the whole length in thick lotion, listening to his low sighs. You can see how he twitches a little bit more from the contrast between his hot skin and cold lube, and you can't help but chuckle. Just when you start to love to tease him too? Is it his bad influence?

But do you really think you can be in charge, bossing around and playing with him? As Rei will never let you, even if he's too aroused. Taking your hand away and pushing you back to the mattress with a wide smirk, ready to go to the main act.

"Are you ready, princess? Cause I will not control myself today.." - he murmurs, looking you right in the eyes with his glowing eyes, and you just nod with a smile, pulling him in another kiss, and then moaning right into his lips when you feel as he presses his glans to your wet folds.

Pushing himself whole inside you, he gives you just one moment to get used to his thick length before starting moving. Few slow gentle thrusts before Rei starts speeding up, large hands gripping your waist to hold you in place. But this is just what you wanted, to finally feel this pulsing pressure of his cock, as he stretched you wide open.

Even through kisses you moan so loud, almost crying, grabbing on his shoulder and leaving scratches. He groans, lowering his hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing soft skin here and also leaving bruises, as you two mark each other like wild animals. Rei propped your hips up, searching for a better angle and now the tip of his dick hits your sensitive spot with each aggressive thrust, overflowing your whole body with tingles. All you can do it's just lock your legs behind his back as you squeeze his waist with your thighs, moving at one rapid pace with him.

Yet he was able to move even faster and faster, absolutely going feral. Only now you fully understand his words and gazes, all his possessive touches - Rei does have a great appetite today, grinding against your walls and abusing all your soft spots. It's like his ultimate goal for this evening was to collapse in an exhausted pile of human rubble, and he is willing to work hard for his goal, wrecking your pissy again and again. You never feel yourself as tight as right now, clenching around his swelling throbbing dick with all your strength, as if your walls were begging to feel more of this please force, to be absolutely killed from this intensive pounding.

Your whole bodies burned, inside and outside, melting in mutual passionate affection as you slowly started to lose your mind. Your lover was absolutely the best in fuck out any thoughts from your minds, all you can think about right now is Rei's cock, his whole length inside you as he pushes deeper and deeper.

"Oh? Is someone already getting so high?" - his voice gets even more husky as he chuckles, watching your cloudy eyes as you try to focus on his smug face. - "Princess, keep it together.. We just started, after all.."

Oh, you do know that you just started, and that by the end you would forget about anything, even about your own name, as the only word in your pretty head would be Rei's name, as you would call him again and again desperately, drowned in wild burning pleasure..