#bang/vole

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Ruined

Fandom: Girl Genius Pairing: Bangladesh Dupree/Vole (discussed), Agatha/Gil (background) Summary: Bang has seen Vole's new look, but only now learns that the man she fell for has changed on the inside, too.

It's clearly all Gil's fault.

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“You ruined him!”

Gil ducks the knife automatically, but is caught enough off guard that Dupree’s foot actually manages to make contact with his jaw. He hits the ground and rolls as another knife pings off the stone floor. With an inelegant but effective twist, he’s on his feet again, but the tears in Dupree’s eyes stop him short.

“He was perfect!” Dupree wails, clutching her knife to her chest. “He was perfect and you ruined him!”

“What are you talking about?” he demands. The next knife barely misses him, and Gil is honestly not sure if Dupree is not putting her all into trying to kill him, or if her aim is affected by her crying.

It’s rather horrifying.

“Wait—Wait, are you…do you mean Vole? That was almost a year ago, why are you mad at me now?”

“Because I didn’t know until now! You made him an even bigger monster than before, but only on the outside!

"Wh—Hang on—"

“I’ve been looking all over for him! And when I finally found him, and I asked him out, do you know what he said? Do you know what he said?”

Gil silently shakes his head, mystified.

“He said he doesn’t like to kill things for fun anymore!” Dupree sobs.

Gil bursts out laughing from sheer surprise, and then immediately takes off running as Dupree hurls herself at him. He serpentines down the hallway, knives zipping past him.

Where does she keep them all? He thinks, wildly.

“Castle! Maybe you’d like to do something about the attempted murder of your lady’s consort?” he shouts at the ceiling.

‘You must know I do not.’

Gil swings around a corner, jumps up, lands on the wall, pushes off, flips over Dupree’s head and takes off back the way he came. Behind him he hears Dupree collide with and be toppled over by something metallic and heavy , but he knows it’ll only stall her.

“Agatha will be really upset.”

‘I think the young lady has a legitimate grievance against you,’ the castle says, primly.

“Oh of course you do!”

Gil makes it as far as the stairs before something hits the back of his head, hard, with a crash of breaking pottery. He goes tumbling halfway down before he manages to grab hold of the banister and stop his fall. Sprawled on the stairs, Gil looks up. Dupree stands at the top of the stairway, glaring down at him, eyes blazing through tears. She looks like she walked off the set of a particularly melodramatic penny opera.

“He was the only man I ever loved,” she says, sounding as histrionic as she looks, “and you ruined him.”

“You knew him for five minutes,” Gil points out. “You didn’t even have a conversation with him, you just listened to him rant about how much he wanted to set Europa on fire!”

“That was all I needed," she snarls.

“What is going on out here?”

Agatha and Zeetha have appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Agatha has her hands on her hips, her brow furrowed. Zeetha is finding great amusement in Gil's difficulties, but what else is new.

“Dupree is mad at me because Vole is no longer a ruthless homicidal maniac.”

“Vole?” Zeetha repeats.

Agatha gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. She looks up at Dupree, wide eyed.

“You two would be perfect for each other!” she says.

“Not now! Not after Wulfenbach got done with him!” Dupree cries. “He doesn’t even want to set anything on fire anymore! He said he was tired of fighting!”

Gil watches in open mouthed astonishment as both women walk straight past him to fuss over Dupree. Agatha pulls her into a hug and Dupree sobs against her chest.

“You poor thing,” Zeetha says, with all signs of genuine compassion.

“It’s not fair!” Dupree bawls. Agatha shoots Gil a disapproving look.

“All I did was pull him out of the time stop!” Gil cries in protest. “It’s not my fault that the process put him through a personalized metaphorical hell that caused introspection leading to a changed outlook on life!”   

No one is listening.

“Come on,” Zeetha says, gently. “Let’s get some chocolate in you.”

“He’s not the only bloodthirsty, amoral monster you’ll ever meet,” Agatha reassures Dupree as they guide her down the hallway.

Gil sits up, puts his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his fists, glowering at the far wall.

“I didn’t hear anyone complaining when we used what I learned to get Tarvek out,” he grumbles.

‘I think you should be a little more sympathetic,’ the castle says. Gil chokes.

“Are you serious?”

‘I knew Vole of old,’ the castle says, and adds, mournfully, ‘Their wedding would have been a bloodbath.’

“Oh, shut up.”

[shadowjax]

Green Eyed

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

A03

Summary: Set in the summer between years 6/7, working a customer service job has you drained. Someone isn't a fan of all the attention you are receiving.

A/n: No I didn’t transfer my account to NE and continue to play on WB cuz mobile is very convenient. Don’t ask how I got the heritage outfit again and lost the free scholar robes. I also didn’t know you could look at outfits you don’t own sooooo yeah I’m having fun with that.

*Shares are appreciated*

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

You didn’t mind working at the Three Broomsticks; you’d always enjoyed the atmosphere as a patron. There was a sense of independence that came from earning your own money. Now that you were earning your galleons there was no longer a need to make a trip to Gringotts. Given the uneven exchange rates between currencies, you felt guilty asking your parents for money for school supplies or other expenses. Especially now that you are taking more advanced courses as well as growing out of your old clothes. There is something bittersweet about no longer fitting in your old uniform, when you first came to Hogwarts you were so short. 

While the interior decor made the inn feel cozy certain clientele weren’t the most favorable, 

Rowdy drunk adults or bothersome teens disrupted the peace, making your shift more unbearable at times. Your regulars were very kind and respectful, adding a positive touch to your shift. The least favorable was when you had to suck up to them, the sides of your face becoming sore from wearing a permanent smile. You were hoping not to run into too many classmates over the summer, but there has recently been an influx in the dining hall.  Specifically, girls from your year, many of them tried to make small talk which you were horrible at. Some of the more popular girls who had never batted an eye before were now complimenting your appearance. You weren’t sure where this attention towards you came from.  

Maybe it was the outfit you were wearing because at school you mainly wore a uniform. You wore a white long-sleeve button-up with cuffed sleeves tucked into black pants, and the first two buttons were undone. Over the shirt, you wore a brown buttoned vest with a black apron tied around your waist and a pair of black sneakers. You wore a singular glove on your right hand, covering your scarred skin.

You were fairly average-looking, though there were many others in your class who were gifted with better genetics. Being on the shorter side thanks to your genes, you weren’t the most athletic or smartest. Recently you started to slick your hair back with a couple of pieces hanging in front of your face. You preferred having longer hair and decided to style it differently once your bangs had become too long.  The dark veins creeping up the side of your neck to your jaw weren't the most attractive.

“Alright here is your food, anything else you need ladies.” You eyed the four girls at the table, wiping your hands over your apron. 

“Mind telling me when you get off work?” Amanda was her name, Hufflepuff, she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, on the Quidditch team. She rested her head on her hand, leaning casually against the table.

It took a second for you to register her question. “I do apologize I am working a double today. If that’s all I’ll be going now.” You awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of your head. 

The rest of the shift was fairly average, with a few mail addresses written on napkins here or there which you would throw out immediately. After a while, you weren't in the mood for small talk and just wanted your extended shift to be over. While you were busy attending to several tables, you didn’t notice a certain blonde enter the inn. It wasn’t until you glanced over to her usual spot that you realized she had arrived. She sat on the second floor, always watching you work no matter how much she denied it. 

"You're early, I won't be off for a while." A genuine smile crossed your face for the first time, and your heart fluttered. You brought Cassandra a cup of iced black tea with lemon and a cup of fruit. She wore a long Victorian-styled velvet emerald dress with flowers embroidered around the bottom, long sleeves, and ruffles along the edges. She had clearly put in extra effort, with her hair styled in a French braid ponytail and her makeup carefully applied.

“I already got what I needed from Bewildering Blooms, it’s much too hot outside.” She made a gesture with her hand for you to lean down, took the napkin off her lap, and patted the sweat off your forehead. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I’ll probably fall asleep on the train later. All this socialization has been very draining.” The two of you were going to do some sightseeing in the city of London. You had saved enough galleons and were very excited to be spending time with Cassandra. 

"Watching you run around frazzled is quite entertaining. What did that Hufflepuff girl want?" She questioned, gently placing a piece of fruit in her mouth to avoid ruining her lipstick. 

Quickly answering, "She was asking me when my shift ends. Not entirely sure why."

“Hmph.” Cassandra turned, focusing her attention on the lively patrons on the floor below.

The last few hours of your shift were a bit of a blur, thankfully you didn’t have to break up a bar fight. You waited at the table for the current Gryffindor Prefect, Emily, a skilled duelist you had encountered many times. Unlike her friend, she only gave one-word sentences. Until her friend broke the silence.

“Would you like to go out with my friend over her who is too shy for her own good?” The question came from a voice you had never heard before, Emily’s friend was a new face.  

You paused for a moment, stunned by the bluntness. Emily was clearly embarrassed by her friend’s actions she apologized. “I...You seem very nice. Though I have to decline.” Wait is that why so many girls were seeking your attention with the small talk and the letters ohhhhhh.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Emily’s friend commented. “Why not, it's not like you're seeing anyone.” Ok, you were ready to simply walk way. The comment set something off inside you. 

“Are these two bothering you?” Cassandra approached from behind, wrapping her arm around yours. “Madame Rosemetta says your shift is over.” 

“Ahh, thank you.” You turn towards the table, “Enjoy your evening.” You lead Cassandra to the second floor towards the room you were staying in. You quickly rinse yourself off and change into more comfortable clothes. A white button-up underneath a black sweatshirt tucked into a pair of black pants. 

“Thank you for stepping in.” 

Exiting the bathroom you find Cassandra seated on the edge of your bed. “I shouldn't have to. I have to admit you are a bit dense.” While your relationship wasn't a secret, neither of you had openly displayed affection in public.  

“Well, I think you’ve made quite the statement.” You commented, quickly glancing at her through the mirror while fixing your collar. 

“I don’t like seeing others throwing themselves at you.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“Jealous are we?” You teased, slowly walking towards where she sat.

“Hmph as if.” She expressed, quickly turning her head to the opposite side. 

Standing in front of her, you pushed up your sleeves, ran a hand through your hair, and then gently placed your scarred hand beneath her chin, lifting her face until her eyes met yours, “Well, this dense idiot all yours my dear.” Flustered, her breathing hitched.

She took your hand, hastily grabbing your bag before leaving the room.  Walking through the crowd of busy patrons, hand in hand, Cassandra scanned the room. Just before reaching the exit, she paused, making sure your classmates were watching, then pulled you in for a quick kiss before hastily leading you out of the inn. A smirk plastered her lips as she confidently strode to the train station.

The two of you bought your tickets and sat in a private compartment. The door was shut to block out extra noise, your belongings were placed on the shelf above, and the seats were very comfortable. The rhythmic sound of the train gliding along the tracks created a soothing white noise in the background. You laid down on the seat, using Cassandra’s lap as a headrest.

“You know my friends are going to hound us when we get back to school right?” You were staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“At least now you can work without being bothered by other students.” She gently traced the dark veins on the side of your face. 

“That explains the influx in attention towards me, I assumed they were just being nice. I’m pretty average and all.” 

“You’re not entirely average. But I do expect you to turn them down without freezing up.” 

“After your stunt, I’d say I won’t have to worry about that.” Your eyes grew heavy from the soothing sound of the train and the gentle sensation of her fingers tracing your scars. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep while she read to keep herself busy. Occasionally she’d look down at your sleeping form and a soft smile appeared.

Pt.2 london tour anyone? I’m having way too much fun with the full mirror btw

[iztarshi]

I had an ask (apparently tumblr doesn't allow anon asks now?) about the Magical Girl - Jäger Arcana WIP.

This one's fun because I made a post ages ago about a hypothetical Magical Girl AU where Agatha was based on Card Captor Sakura with the Jägers as (demons bound to) cards that were her family legacy. Also including Zeetha, Violetta and Bang as magical girls with Zola as a light themed evil magical girl to balance Agatha's dark themed good.

Tarvek and Anevka were Violetta's mascots and her powers came from costumes, but they could both temporarily become human shaped as a power up.

Gil was Zeetha's brother and doing his best.

I never got around to writing anything for this one despite loving the idea, but recently I decided to check to see what I had in the folder for it. To my surprise it was a detailed outline of the first ten episodes/chapters of a planned 13 chapter fic.

So this has legs! But currently what I can show you is chapter outline. (The initials show whether Agatha, Zeetha or Violetta is the POV character for the chapter)

1 A - Agatha finds out she’s a magical girl. Goes after Jägers who turn out to be da boyz. Meets Violetta. Zola and Gil nearly kill da boyz. 2 V - Getting to know Violetta and her mascots. Meet a wasp for the first time. Zola and Gil help kill it. Tarvek knows stuff about Zola. Gil knows stuff about Tarvek. How? Fight about “powering up” from killing the demon? Reveal of Vi being controlled by her mascots not the other way around. 3 Z - Agatha goes after a wasp queen seeking enough power to convert Dimo to a more powerful card and give him the power to call other Jägers back. Bang and Zeetha? Zeetha is hunting Bang, not the wasp queen, but both help. Although Bang just likes killing stuff. When Zeetha nearly corners Bang, Bang uses Vole and Agatha realises Bang has stolen from her as well as Zeetha. She also realises that Bang (who stabbed the wasp queen) didn’t take its magic, but thinks she works like Zeetha at this point. 4 A - With Dimo now a major card other Jägers are returning. Agatha looks for the ones that aren’t, including her first major card. Goomblast? Or “Gargantua”? This might also be a good place for Ivo, he could help Agatha find the other card but ask permission not to return himself. Between that and Vole, Agatha is questioning the Jägers’ feelings and her father’s treatment of them but also what she’ll do with them once she has them all. 5 V - Violetta kill steals from Agatha, pushed to it by Tarvek. This causes Vi and Agatha to be at odds since the Jägers are relying on Agatha to get power. When Tarvek powers up Anevka collapses and he reveals something is wrong with Anevka, that she needs more power to be fixed and that’s why he’s been pushing Vi. (He didn’t want to tell her because it gives her more power over her mascots if she does choose to break her family’s oath.) Vi doesn’t explain everything to Agatha, but she does say that she also needs power and it’s better if they hunt separately now. 6 Z - Zeetha is frustrated that Agatha and Vi aren’t working together and splits her time between them. She befriends Axel Higgs, new exchange student. She also sees Gil and Bang together for the first time while with Agatha. Family argument ensues. 7 A - Reveal of Lu’s villainy and identity as Zola’s mascot. Also her connection to the wasps. Catching the train. Major cards on board? Lu’s attempt to go after them uses wasps so she winds up revealing herself and Zola. Might be Gkika on board, actually, hiding injured cards there because the train can protect them even though it’s also. Eating everything. Gil present? 9 Z - with Agatha trying to heal broken cards and Vi with (maybe) a damaged mascot, Zeetha leaves them to recover and goes looking for Zola. Gil is looking for Zola too, determined to make up for the help he’s given her in the past, and he’s dragged Bang into it. Zeetha finds herself reluctantly liking her enemy, even though she still wants to get her sword back. Higgs reveal? 8 V - the problem with both Vi and Agatha needing power is worse with Agatha needing to fix cards. Is Anevka injured from last episode too? Tarvek tells Vi about the flame. Violetta tells Agatha. Seeking the flame while also trying to convince Tarvek that Agatha won’t leave Anevka to die. By the end Tarvek trusts Agatha, but this leads him to confess that one person getting the flame will be devastating to any demons that are not bound to them. The flame’s presence is sustaining all the demons in the area to one degree or another. 10 A - Raid on Lu’s old lab, for both information and the opportunity to kill the monsters there for the power to fix everyone. Higgs convinces most of the remaining Jägers to return to help with the raid. When Anevka and Tarvek find themselves in danger Anevka stabs Tarvek and drains his power to transform herself. Something Gil, not actually SVV, but yeah. Agatha determined to protect them even using power she’s only just acquired. 11 V 12 Z 13 A

As you can see there are a lot of points where I'm just. This? Maybe?

I expect some of this would change in the writing as I figured that out. But I like everyone's emotional arcs and the basic shape of this as a dark magical girl show.

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

A conversation i had with my friend two days ago is so Melonesca friendship coded 🤣🤣

Pesca * is sitting at the kitchen table, reading Vogue *

Melone * enters the room with eyebags as blue as ghiaccio's hair * "....io un ce la fo più..." ( i can't do this anymore...)

Pesca " ehm...tutto bene? Vuoi parlarne?" ( you good? Wanna talk about it? )

Melone " SO TRE GIORNI CHE DORMO DU ORE A NOTTE, UN CAGO DA NA SETTIMANA E CI SI METTE ANCHE I MI CAPO CO LA CAZZO DI CENA AZIENDALE DIOBOIA!!" ( I HAVEN'T SLEPT MORE THAN 2 HOURS PER NIGHT FOR THE LAST THREE DAYS, I CAN'T GO NUMBER 2 IN THE BATHROOM AND MY BOSS IS BUGGING ME ABOUT A STUPID COMPANY DINNER DIOBOIA)

Pesca * raised her hands in defeat * " okok stai calmo però maremma cignala, che voi una tisanina tu ti calmi un pohinino?" ( okok calm down geez, want a cup of herbal tea to soothe your nerves?)

Melone * sitting in front of her and starting to bang his head on the kitchen table * " MACCHÉ TISANINA!! A ME LA TISANINA MI FA UNA SEGA!! I VALIUM MI CI VOLE, LO XANAX, I PRAZOLAM QUALCOSA DI BONO!!" ( F*CK THE HERBAL TEA!! IT'S USELESS!! I NEED VALIUM, XANAX, PRAZOLAM, ANYTHING GOOD TO KNOCK ME OUT!!)

In the end they both lay on her bed, watching " Uomini e Donne " on his laptop and complaining about life 🤣

[calmingpi]

I forget that bang likes vole until i remember vole exists and then im like oh. Right.

[gaboushkabzbz]

J'ai bien reçu votre email désespéré et désespérant. J'en suis au même stade et je ne suis plus stagiaire dans mes souffrances, la vie m'envoie des coups de poings comme un dessin animé looping dans lequel on est coincé pour l'éternité. Si vous saviez. Le temps passe si doucement lorsque le dépérissement vous assène. Heureusement, je me dissocie avec facilité. 

J'aimerais poursuivre mes rêves dans le big bang individuel que vous me vendez, le reste n'est que du superflue. Sauf bien sûr les falaises. Celles-ci me font toujours l'effet d'un premier pétard, d'un orgasme moyen-plus. Pas l'orgasme qu'on reçoit avec un vieux porno vous savez, plutôt avec un humain moyennement intéressant. Mais revenons aux falaises; elles m'inspirent, et le vide qu'elles expirent est si sourd et profond. Quand je les regarde, c'est l'espoir d'un monde nouveau qui se soulève sous mes paupières bleutées.

TOUT DÉFILE SI VITE LORSQUE NOUS CHOISISSONS DE DÉFIER LES LOIS DE L'APESANTEUR.

Magnifiques falaises, d'une roche comme on les aime, presque poudreuse, douce caresse ensablée, dans les tons orangers et rougeâtres; elles exposent le vide comme une œuvre d'art inatteignable, à part pour celui qui osera le rencontrer. Magnifiques falaises riches de pouvoir; à elles seules, elles peuvent dans un mouvement de pitié, faire venir la sympathique mort, l'hirondelle qui vole au dessus du défunt, l'issue fatale et fatalement apaisante. Paysages magnifiques, rochers pointus, limpides et purs. Une solution sans conditions. Une réponse quand les questions ne tiennent plus

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 3x15 Destiny thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)

Is this a prophets get involved episode?

"And how do you know their names? I was just informed an hour ago." "Odo, please." XD

"And as the thirty fourth Rule of Acquisition states, peace is good for business." "That's the thirty fifth Rule." "Oh, you're right. What's the thirty fourth?" "War is good for business. It's easy to get them confused." I knew this, but had forgotten how funny the delivery is

"But, of course, if some Cardassians happened to bring their voles along and they happened to get into a fight, I could hardly be held responsible for-" Odo and Sisko's instant glares and twin reponses XD - "Oh, yes you could." "And you will be."

Jadzia just sneaking in the corner with the kanar. *pop* XD

"Are you making some sort of threat, Vedek?" Sisko's more used to being the one making a threat-like proposal...

Ohhhh, I remember this one now. The prophecy's actually fine

Well there will be three vipers, you are right about that

"You did very well." "Please feel free to let Central command know that." I always feel like this about people giving me feedback XD

"I know what you mean." Sisko beginning to build solidairty with the Cardassians <3

"Major Kira, I want to thank you personally for allowing us to come here." "Me?" "You're the ranking Bajoran officer on this station. I'm sure we wouldn't be here if you had been opposed to working with us." I LOVE THESE CARDASSIANS THEY CAN STAY

Kira's stricken face at the mention of a third Cardassian arriving...

"He was defrocked" - interesting turn of phrase. Did that translate from Bajoran into an English idiom?

"I don't have an agenda, Odo. I want this project to succeed because I want the peace treaty to succeed." I mean that is, technically, an agenda, Sisko...

"he said he had a bad glass of Kanar at Quark's." "He should ask for a refund." "Apparently it was on the house." Love how Bashir's in this episode just for a few seconds to breach patient confidentiality... 😅

"And without your faith, Nerys, what do you have left?" Oooft. That sure is a way to get to Kira.

The Cardassians being so interested in Jadzia's knowing their poet is so lovely

The Cardassians' looks at each other over the food XD

"Some of us even think of ourselves as better than the average Cardassian." and "I was able to arrange special transportation." "I'm sure you were." - knowing she's a spy makes this is all so more cutting and obvious

"Fine. I'll just sit here quietly." "Ah. In that case, could you get me a cup of red leaf tea?" *incredulous head turn* I love knowing this is flirting, it's glorious

Kira's voicelessness. "The sword of stars." Don't worry my love, it will be okay <3 for once

Gilora sizing miles up as he takes over the laser.

Sisko's 'I'm so done' face at "It would seem that our scientific methodologies differ slightly."

It's so pointed and obvious Dejar's not a scientist. "The Science Ministry will undoubtedly wish to assemble a new team before proceeding further."

That was a definite stare at Miles' butt

"I assure you, I'm quite fertile." Yeah, that's surprising enough to cause a banged head, checks out XD

Miles just being like :O then "Of courrrrrse. That's how Cardassians do things." And just how do you know that, Miles? Because you have to listen to Julian talk about it all the time?

Pretty brave of the scientist to stand up against the Obsidian Order. Once again, I massively love Ulani and Gilora

"I'm here to help the emissary." Love Kira standing up for herself and her beliefs. <3

[joyride-time]

Oooo! The relative swaps weren't meant to be canon to the au since I was struggling with just three of them swapped, but all these thoughts are very fun.

[ the hair color edit related to this concept ]

Princess Zola of Skifander... I definitely like the idea of her showing up in Europa to kill her twin to assert dominance, only to get extremely lost. Her restraining herself a little and thus meeting Bang much earlier works for me!

Zola, watching Bang torture someone: Hm. Would.

I can't see her giving up on Skifander but at the same time, her hooking up with Bang and helping her reclaim her kingdom and show her subjects how unlucky they were to rebel against Bang's mom sounds like domestic bliss for them.

And then of course Zola discovers that she actually gets along with Agatha pretty well. The universe is cruel and unfair and conspiring to stop her from killing her twin. (It works out somehow.)

I can't really think of any other Bang substitutes for Agatha... Vole does have the benefit of being only 150 and born after the whole Storm King dealio. Maybe he can pretend to be some other construct, but then he has to get way sneakier.

I like the idea of Tarvek Heterodyne being a bit more paranoid than canon Agatha is about who might kill him, but of course they still have dramatic Sparky chemistry. And being able to bench press clanks is not exactly a con.

Gil keeping his playboy reputation in this au is so funny to me. He cannot escape it. At least this time it's partially planned. Good luck with the sabotage, Gil.

Zeetha Mondarev. Born to stomp her enemies to death with her hooves, forced to learn to be a ninja. They should probably move her to another group for personality clash, but she's already trained... Maybe being scolded all the time about not being sneaky starts wearing on her.

Gil's forced vacation... I imagine Zeetha dyes her hair so that people don't see the neon red and start connecting identities. Maybe she could be green again? Or pink. Why not pink.

Gil trusting his gut about Agatha being a secret Wulfenbach is funny to me. If it works it works!

I forgot to ponder the age five breakthrough... if Agatha is still the one who does then Klaus is forced to expose her true ancestry before she and Gil become friends. I can't see Gil faking getting caught in order to return to his awful home (might as well try the fake info option and see if his dad falls for it or assumes he's an idiot), but if he does it's very self-sacrificial. Also, it seems like he'd be friends with Violetta too in this au. There's a secret Heterodyne Girl he could totally marry for political reasons... if either was interested.

I turned out to be really invested in Sparkless Heterodyne Violetta Holzfaller. I think Barry would chance breaking into Castle Wulfenbach to save Violetta from Klaus, but if he doesn't dare to investigate Mechanicsburg himself then he might just think she's dead. Violetta and Tarvek feuding over one of their adoptive parents killing the others' adoptive parents would be fun. I wonder if Klaus would do his improvements on Violetta or not... could go either way.

If Violetta is around I can't see Klaus letting Vole anywhere near her, and thus Agatha... so that would work for them only really meeting in Paris.

Zoing going into hiding in Mechanicsburg's sewers sounds interesting. I'd say "I hope his cuteness can help him" but I think Gil might make him more offensively dangerous in this au. He is a lot more threatened after all.

The more things change, the more Tarvek is shoved into dresses. Heheheh. I don't think he'd want to live under a fake identity longterm rather than just become Heterodyne though.

Violetta "trained all her life" Holzfaller vs Tarvek "built a death ray" Clay. Who will prevail?! I hope it's cooler heads, it'd be a shame for them to continue the Saturnus tradition of killing your relatives. I wonder what the Jagers would do if there was a legitimate succession crisis like this... Violetta is the oldest so she would be the natural succcessor, but being Sparky is so important to keeping that town full of minions happy. The Castle is probably willing to settle for any actual Heterodyne after 19 years, but I have no idea what it'd do in a sustained fight. It'd probably find that distressing.

Roleswap: Boy Genius AU

I’m not above low-hanging fruit when it comes to titles. Thanks to @annoyinglandmagazine and @grandpuppyalpaca for being interested

The past generation is all the same, and so is the present generation except for Agatha, Gil, and Tarvek. And Moloch, who is now a woman.

What I’ve decided on about the au is:

The Heterodyne son genes were too strong and the Holy Child was born male. Almost all male Sparks the appropriate age mysteriously disappear while the Geisters are looking for the Holy Child, but Anevka is still the one put in the Summoning Engine because, well, Aaronev had no illusions that either of his kids is the Holy Child and was just rolling the dice to get Lucrezia back. Also, I can’t decide what Gil Sturmvoraus is up to, so is he even at Sturmhalten?

Tarvek Clay lives in Beetleburg with his loving family and a job as Beetle’s assistant. People understand why he’s there less because ornamental male assistants aren’t as popular, but it doesn’t become a big problem.

I think OG Tarvek’s legacy obsession is fun, so here he’s half-convinced that his Uncle Barry really is Barry Heterodyne. He lives with the logical and emotional sides of his brain at war and constructs elaborate fantasies about what his parents are up to. I imagine him less laser-focused on making something Sparky than Agatha was… maybe his experiments exploding is a little more private?

Agatha is the Baron’s Beautiful Daughter and can bench press a car, because Klaus did the same improvements to her as he did to Gil. Not sure if she is as explicitly into the heroing hobby as Gil is in Paris, but she probably runs into a lot of trouble she can’t resist solving. Is she still a heartthrob to the ladies of Paris? Flip a coin. Does she have as much of a foot-in-mouth syndrome as Gil? I say no, since Gil’s seems to be his brain working at half power around a girl he likes and Agatha mostly powers through her own “hot boy” moments.

Agatha’s role is easy to leave static at the start of the story and Gil and Agatha are very similar people to me, but… I just have no idea who Gilgamesh Sturmvoraus would be as a person. Nature vs nurture debates whip at me relentlessly, not just because of his new family but because I don’t have a solid idea of how much of his upbringing makes up his canon self.

My only two really solid ideas for him are 1) Klaus decides that Agatha-Gil friendship could be romantic and is partially motivated to separate them by not wanting to be in-laws with the Sturmvorauses. This changes nothing but it’s funny. 2) Agatha goes “why is the only guy I click with fucking Sturmvoraus” and this is part of her designated Wulfenbach “alone forever” angst. Or maybe she does try dating… if that even goes well.

For other things… How much does Gil care about his family? Does he think becoming Storm King is a good idea? Does he manage to save Anevka? I think the bio equivalent to Anevka is probably cloning her… but again, does he even care if Aaronev is stable? Is running away an option? Is whistleblowing, once he discovers the Summoning Engine? Does he try to play incompetent like canon Tarvek or just go with being as powerful and scary as he can manage being? Does he have any self-made friends? Is he obsessed with the Muses? What’d he do with the Violetta situation? Does he like Zulenna? Does he obsess over Agatha's secrets or try to move on? Are he and Zola friends? Did Bang kidnap him with associated sexual harassment vibes? Are either Agatha or Gil library nerds?

He still dislikes Martellus, so there’s that. I like to think Agatha and Zola become friends… Truly the biggest twist of the au.

Back to the other two… Agatha gets called on having Heterodyne style possessiveness in canon, but here she’s not a Heterodyne. And does she hate Gil as long as/the same way that Gilvek hate each other? And if Tarvek’s morals are wibblier than Agatha’s, him having The Voice could be worse. Also, it’s unlikely Dr. R would grope him, but I’m sure he can get pissed off in some other way. I'm swapping Moloch because even if Tarvek is scantily clad, the Spark mix-up relies on gender assumptions.

Also, Gil is exposed to too many giant spiders for his liking. Maybe he'll get less scared of them. Or not.

[novakspector]

Damar is just some dude. Damar isn’t ambitious or anything. He never wanted to be a leader, he never believed he had some great destiny to fulfill. He has no interest in running the Cardassian Union, he just fell ass-first into it. All he wants to do is hang out in his mancave, check vole fight scores on his PADD, bang hot chicks, and drink kanar with his bros.

[hecatcd-archived]

@0mirrored0gold0​

“Keep your shirt on! I’m coming!”

It was quite literally the dead of night. Not exactly the time you wanted to be banging on the door of a sleep deprived Goddess. Especially one as curse happy as Hecate. Maybe she’d turn this interloper into mole, or perhaps a vole? Whichever one struck her fancy when she opened the door. 

“Alright, you have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I-” She cut herself short upon seeing the trembling form of the Golden Guard on her step. She could see nicks and cuts along in his clothes along with leaves tangled in his hair. One didn’t need to be the Oracle of Delphi to guess he had been running through the near inaccessible woods surrounding her little spot on the Isles. Almost as if the Furies themselves were after him.

“Noel? What are you doing here so late?” The Goddess knelt down to face him, blue hands carefully plucking bits of twig and leaf from his scalp. “What happened?!”

[ostrigjpg]

music time! lets see what pops out of my playlist:

Crocotiger by Messer Chups

Mice on Venus by C418

Lost in the Rhythm by Jamie Berrie, Octavia Rose

Curses by The Crane Wives

This Hyper World by Lemon Demon

World's Smallest Violin by AJR

Eight Wonder by Lemon Demon

The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny by Lemon Demon

Elle Me Dit by Mika

Resurrections by Lena Raine

Stal by C418

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

Bang! by AJR

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

idwgtbt by the booyah! kids

Je vole by Michel Sardou (cover by Louanne)

Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

El Secreto de las Tortugas by Maldita Nerea

Karma by OR3O

Bicycle Waltz by Goodbye Kumiko

idk who to tag so if you see this. Do it. you gotta.

🎶Put your music library on shuffle and list the first 20 songs that come up 🎶

1. Breathe Your Name - Sixpence None the Richer

2. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

3. Flashdance (What a Feeling) - Irene Cara

4. Alfie - Burt Bacharach

5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

6. Das Land Des Lachelns - Franz Lehar (sung by Placido Domingo)

7. Bluer Than Blue - Michael Johnson

8. Johannesburg (I’m Sorry We Have No Engineer) - John Finnemore, Cabin Pressure

9. Girl Right Next to Me - Goo Goo Dolls

10. Climb Ev’ry Mountain (Reprise) - Main Cast, Sound of Music

11. Sachita - Los Pinguos

12. Through the Trees, Pt. 2 - Mount Eerie

13. Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

14. Land of Confusion - Genesis

15. Andante Catabile for Cello and Strings - Tchaikovsky

16. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - Hombres

17. Samwise the Brave - Howard Shore

18. something special - joan

19. I’m a Believer - The Monkees

20. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men

Tagging my music buddies just for funsies 🥰

@tolkientrash @bisexualwvtson @sunnyrosewritesstuff @lordoftherazzles @turniptitaness @asexualromanroy @exlibrisfangirl @tumbrunes @calculatedmadness @enough-effing-owls @fandomcartographer @shantismurf

[brawltogethernow]

Bang/ Vole for the ship meme, please?

send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

I'm vaguely positive on them. The concept of Bangladesh being into this specific monster man is very funny and doesn't actively contradict any of my Bang headcanons. I'm not really invested because it exists across like three pages.

[notkhalas]

Fav glass animals songs?

ILY FOR ASKING THIS 💖 i will screech about glass animals until the day i die

- zaba

— COCOA HOOVES BABY omg this song just,,, the way it makes my car vibrate when i crank it up,,, and dave’s writing never ceases to slaughter me like the imagery!!!! but overall even tho the song isn’t about sex it gives me intense banging vibes LOL

— wyrd and the way “fate” is like??? mocking the lil vole it’s so DARK and gives me royal au vibes bc i love the power dynamic!!!!

- how to be a human being

— THE WHOLE ALBUM HONESTLYYYYY i am OBSESSED with this album and it will forever remain my fav album ever 💖

— PORK SODAAAAAAA this song makes me feral!!! i had it on repeat constantly while writing my fic by the same name bc it just gave those “tortured exes” vibes and i loved it!!!! and the way the song shifts into “5000 footsteps in your wet dress” that part of the song,,, THE IMAGERY!!!!! BRRRR just imagining obkk tangled up in each other like that i WISH i could write exactly what i’m imagining but idk if i’d ever be able to put it into words 😭🤚🏼

— the other side of paradise and all the lyrics about the “golden life” not being what u thought and it changing u??? send me to outer space i LOVE IT!!! the icarus allusion??? dave i will kiss u rn

— take a slice BEING THE DUAL INSPIRATION FOR COLLEGE AU!!!! it was that song (the line “gonna go to pensacola ,,, gonna fuck my way thru college”) along with doja’s need to know that painted my college au obito LOL BRRRR this was my most listened to song on my spotify wrapped this year mainly bc i have it on repeat always LOL

- dreamland

— ANOTHER MASTERPIECE OF AN ALBUM TBH

— hot sugar <3 y’all already know i love this song bc it was my first fic title ;_; gives me such deep all nighter vibes which prompted the first college au 💖

— HEAT WAVES!!!!!!! when it became a trend on tiktok i cant tell u how happy i was LOL gave me an excuse to hear my fav clip on loop 💖 i WILL be using this as a fic title for an angsty one with pork soda ex vibes bc “sometimes all i think about is u” like???? PERFECT FOR IT

— tangerine bc of the summer break + popsicles vibes it gives me <3 “but i love it when the light sits on u just right” !!!!!!! KILL ME NOW!!!!! the way this would be obito’s only thought on loop <3

— tokyo drifting for whenever i’m speeding to work 💀 i LOVE denzel’s verse 💖💖💖💖

— waterfalls coming out your mouth,,,,, THE IMAGERY!!!! this whole list is just me yelling about the images dave paints in my head and fic vibes 😭🤚🏼

NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE I KNOW BUT ILYSM FOR ASKING THIS 💖💖

[deewithani]

Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 2

Chapter Rating: T

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Justice system abuse, light blood and gore, medical procedures performed by someone not medically qualified, discussion of potentially gross food.

A/N: Again, canon gets blown out of the water, borrowing from here and there to weave the narrative. OC's abound. No Jango in this chapter (he'll be back soon, I promise), we're learning about the reader. I know almost nothing about healthcare, so take that as you will and don't do what the reader does. Milvayne and the underworld are canon, but I took some liberties on my descriptions of the underworld (since I know next to nothing about it outside of this article: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Milvayne)

Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Word had spread quickly through the underworld on Milvayne, passing from mouth to filth covered ear, each resident hearing the words a multitude of times: from the mouths of bandits, scavengers, old men dying in the gutter, children picking the pockets of newcomers who hadn't yet discovered they came to a foul place even the light of the maker refused to touch.

“Aleda Vole has work.”

The nature of that work was never spoken aloud, and endless throngs of people came and went from Vole's pawn shop, with no end in sight. To you it looked like Aleda was working night and day, the colorful 'Open' sign lit up no matter the time you passed by on your way to another house call.

You had been sentenced to exile here barely a year prior, punishment for your part in a bacta heist that went wrong. It had became increasingly difficult for the clinic you worked for to obtain basic medical supplies, so you and several of your coworkers took it upon yourselves to steal the supplies from a medical supply transport that was scheduled to arrive in Milvayne City. The heist should have went off without a hitch. The proper palms were greased, heads were turned the other way, but if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.

The theft itself was easy. You and your teammates were able to load up everything you needed and leave the dock without a single pursuer following in your footsteps. A not insignificant amount of credits had successfully bought an easy getaway.

What it failed to buy was silence. Someone was a rat.

Several weeks went by, enough that you felt you had been in the clear, when Milvayne Authority officers kicked down the front door of the clinic, arresting anyone unlucky enough to be in the building. A slew of trials commenced the same day and people were found guilty en masse. Every man, woman, and child that faced trial that day was convicted without so much as a second thought, and people were forced over the ledge into the underworld by the hundreds that day.

Since then, you had used your meager medical skills to barter for food, shelter, and literally anything else that was offered to you. It didn't matter if you were paid in half a yard of soiled fabric, it could be turned into something you could use, it could be traded for something else that you may need, or the new item you traded it for could be bartered yet again. It was a shame you had no real medical experience, though. Being able to heal was worth it's weight in gold, but you had been educated in the upkeep and maintenance of technical systems. Unfortunately there wasn't much need in someone repairing holoprojectors or hover-stretchers here. Those things rarely ever came over the ledge, and when they did they were grabbed up by people with a lot more power than yourself.

What enabled your survival is the fact that your job in the clinic had a lot of down time. If it wasn't time for the scheduled maintenance of the equipment, or something wasn't broke, you made yourself busy straightening up exam rooms, stocking, and chatting with the nurses and doctors at the clinic. You watched them perform basic medical procedures and listened in when they explained to their patients the various illnesses and injuries they were experiencing. Because of the continual lack of supplies you saw cuts being stitched by hand, home-made poultices being applied, and injuries being cleaned and dressed. You were even asked to stand in and assist a handful of times, whenever the need of the patients outpaced the staff that was available.

But now here you were, trudging along a muddy path, checking on your next “patient”, an old woman who cut her hand on some scrap metal she had been trying to pull from a pile near her shack. A friend of hers had found you and asked that you hurry to help, as she was bleeding heavily and she heard that you had some antibiotics. It was true, but the vial had been hard to come by, and you hoped that it would be a secret until you absolutely had to use them.

But this is the underworld of Milvayne. The only time secrets are held is when it is beneficial to hold them, and that is a rarity.

The path kept winding, twists and turns bracketed by piles of junk that looked as if they would fall over with a gust of wind, if such a pleasant thing as wind blew down here. The air was stale and all things smelled of rot, as if the odor had wormed its way into the being of every creature that made this place its home. You got used to it, after a time, but occasionally you would be woken from a pleasant dream as a whiff of death passed by your nose.

You finally made it to the door of your “patient”, a shack that was little more than a lean to with a front wall and overhang. Makeshift metal chimes hung from eaves, but unless they were moved by the hand of a passerby they would play no song without the wind to blow through them. They were an odd thing to see here as well. It wasn't safe to leave anything of value outside your dwelling. The common rule was that if it was outside, it was scrap, and anyone could take scrap. Crudely made and as useless as they were, they had value as trinkets. There was little good and enjoyable here, but people loved things they could play, at least as tools to take their minds off the reality of their circumstances.

This peculiar shack stood alone among the debris, short and squat, but solid, it's back crammed against another tall pile of scrap. You raised your fist to knock on the door, but it opened swiftly before your knuckles reached the wood. Before you stood an old woman, petite, back bowed and leaning on a makeshift cane. You stared for a moment, she had a rough, worn face creased by the passage of time, and a strong nose that looked too long for her thin face. Her hair was pure white, and was pulled back in a tight pony tail. You tried to see her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy and swollen. She looked as if she may have been retaining fluids.

The woman before you lifted her cane and let the end drop to the floor, letting out a bang that pulled you back to the present. “Well, honey. You the healer? Don't just stand there”, she said, before turning and moving back in the shack. You followed behind quietly, entering her darkened home. Inside was much more inviting than out. It was only one room, and there were a few piles of scrap in the small space, but the rest was cozy. A small cot was placed against the back wall, covered with a clean blanket and a fluffy pillow, and on the front wall was a stove, cooking what smelled like a very delicious stew you had been served before by other residents of the underworld. Two chairs and a small table sat in the middle of the room, finishing out the rest of the space.

“Your friend said you cut your hand on some scrap, ma'am.” you told her. “I ain't no ma'am, honey, call me Zola”, the old woman replied as she gestured for you to take a seat. You sat down and took her hand, noticing the small bit of cloth she had wrapped around it. It was stained red with blood at the palm, but unusually clean around the top. Her hands were suspiciously clean as well, considering she was digging for scrap in one of the dirtiest places in the galaxy.

You opened your makeshift medical bag and found your small pack of needles and the thread you had made from the remnants of an old blanket you had found peaking out of the mud the first day you had arrived. It was filthy and too small to be usable as much more than a cleaning cloth, but you had painstakingly washed and scrubbed the fibers until they were clean and you could separate them one by one. It had taken you the better part of the week to get enough usable thread, but it had been worth it in the end. Another medic traded you a couple of bent needles for a handful of your thread, and you were able to start the business of survival.

You carefully removed the bandage from her hand, taking care not to pull where it had began to stick to the blood. “This is a deep cut, Zola. I'll have to sew it up. You'll need some antibiotics too, and I've only got a little bit.” The cut wasn't very dirty, but there was very little fresh water to be had here, and you had none on you. You were going to have to sew her palm up as is, and you hoped a shot of antibiotics would keep her from getting an infection.

Carefully you threaded one of your needles and went to work. Zola was quiet while you worked, but you could see her scrunch her face and hold her breath whenever you would push the needle through her skin. The wound continued bleeding as you worked, so you used the wrapping she had bandaged herself with to clean up as you went along. By the time you were through you had placed 7 stitches in the palm of the old woman's hand, and the bleeding had finally stopped.

“There, good as new Zola. I need you to stand up and pull down the top of your pants for me so I can give you the antibiotics.” You filled your needle with the antibiotics and injected them into the top of her buttocks, a place that was least likely to cause her too much pain.

You were worried about the old woman, here alone at the end of the winding path. Afraid that she would meet her end here from whatever was causing the excess fluid. “Zola, you need to see a real doctor about the fluid you're holding. I'm worried that you've got a bigger problem than a cut on your hand. I'll ask around to see if there is someone who can help, but I don't know if I can find anyone. Have your friend ask around. Please.”

“Don't worry honey. I will. I'll be alright until I can find someone. Don't worry about me.”

“Alright, now that I'm finished, what are you going to pay with?” Zola looked up at you and cocked her head to the side. “Well, honey, I don't know what you charge. I don't have any money, and I don't have anything of value I can give you.” You thought for a moment. You hadn't survived here for a year without being flexible with how your clients paid you. Your kind heart wouldn't allow you to not help someone, even if they didn't have any way to settle up with you. You had been left in dire straits from time to time by your personal policy, but your kindness had also won you friends who looked out for you as well.

“I don't do credit, but if you give me a bowl of that stew I'll consider you paid in full. Does it have any meat?”

If the stew did have meat, it was best not to ask what kind. There were very few animals down here, anything not sentient was quickly grabbed and put into the closest stew pot for dinner. The meat in this pot could be anything from a scrap rat to grubs and worms. It didn't matter, though. That bowl was a matter of survival. Jabba the Hutt could be cooking in that pot and it wouldn't make any difference.

“Honey, you may have saved my life today. The least I can do is have you here for supper. Sit down for a while and let's talk. I think I have some information you can use.”

You sat in silence and ate your stew as Zola spoke of her years in the underworld. How she came to find herself in this place. How she found love. How she raised a fine, strong daughter. How they survived. The stew was delicious, and it was a rare treat to hear stories that held more than pain and sorrow.

As you finished your meal Zola rose and walked over to you. She placed her hand on your shoulder and leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Aleda Vole has work. You should go see her.”

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Taglist: @latenightsthoughtsnstuff @gummywurme @bobabitch88 @the-empress-strikes-back @tacticalsparkles @rebelpitstop

If anyone wants added to my taglist, let me know ☺️

[rosepetalgold]

Hi lovelies! I have returned! I had a lovely long weekend celebrating my college commencement two years late and I've spent the past two days getting my garden in the ground and bargaining with the voles that I will give them whatever they want as long as they don't eat my seeds (I don't think it worked).

The last chapter of strike me down (i won't fall forever) is coming along quite nicely and is looking like it's going to be a long one so buckle up for that. I'm also debating what fic idea I want to write for the big bang coming up (ah, the woes of having 428 half-formed fic ideas at any given time), and I'm going to open up writing prompts hopefully in the next few days so stay tuned if there's any prompt you're dying to have filled.

Oh, and happy pride!! It was actually reading TSS fanfic that made me start questioning my identity to begin with, and despite still questioning some parts most of it a year later, I'm so happy with the freedom I've found in identifying as queer and it's so wonderful to be a part of this community with so many other incredible queer creators. You guys inspire me so much and never cease to amaze me with what you create. Wishing you all an amazingly wonderful pride month! 💜

[lower-east-side]

I was tagged in this combo picrew and fic interview by @glittering-git​ quite a while ago, and it sat in my drafts, but I have a few new followers so here you are!

Name: Chantal-Marie

Fandoms: I write for HP (and apparently now Devilman) but I am a multifandom reblog whore. You'll see Captive Prince, Song of Ice and Fire, Buffy, Sailor Moon, and other goodies around here.

Where you post: AO3 with the very occasional drabble here. I've tossed around the idea of xposting my T-and-under-ratings fic to FF.net even though, deserved or not, I still can't stop calling it the Pit of Voles.

Most popular one-shot: by hits, To Keep The Heart's Action (the second chapter is art)

Most popular multi-chapter: Variation

Favorite story I’ve written so far: I go back and forth on this but usually end up with Variation. It is my only novel length, after all.

Fic you were nervous to post: Most recently, New Chevrolet in Flames, because it was my first non-HP fic on AO3.

How do you choose your titles: Almost always song lyrics and titles. I'm a musician, I can't help it. Poetry and novels get in there, too.

Do you outline: For anything over 3-5K, yes absolutely. I sometimes veer away from that outline or, more often, end up writing more, but I love having a skeleton to work with.

Complete: Everything posted is complete except King's Crossing. **side-eyes self in mirror** 

In progress: Every time I look at my WIP list I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Obvs King's Crossing is a WIP, a couple other Drarry fics are partially written (that damn Pearl fic!), and the makings of a sequel to Hero and The Harpy. Also I started a Ryokira fic that was going to be two scenes and now might be over 30K so *shrug*  (omg someone do a Devilman big bang so I can write this) and I have a very angsty mcd fic for that pairing partially written too! Ouch. Just, ouch.

Coming soon: I’m doing Drarry Big Bang again because I'm a masochist. That will take precedence because of the deadline and collaboration. The next chapter of KC will publish first, though. I hope.

Prompts: I generally don't take prompts because I don't lack for ideas, I lack for follow-through.

I waited way too long and don’t know who was tagged already. 😫  If you didn’t do this one, do the picrew or interview or both and tag me to let me know!