#brenn’s fics

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 9

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: was thinking of this one all night.

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

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

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You’re left breathless in the echoes of pleasure. You lost count but that hardly matters. A foggy daze falls over you, stars in your eyes that make the world a little brighter despite the dimming evening. You heave and brace the back of the leather seat as Hansen pushes himself straight, looming just outside the open door.

“Come on,” he demands as he tugs your panties free from your ankle, “we got places to be, kitty cat.”

You murmur and sit up, your thighs and cunt exposed to the chilly air. You could sleep right then and there. As the afterglow fades, the days, weeks, years of exhaustion set in. You slide to the edge and struggle to pull your skirt down as you stand, stepping into the shoes that’d fallen forgotten to asphalt.

Hansen holds up your panties, white and puffy like a parachute. You’re embarrassed at the sight of the cheap bargain store briefs. You try to snatch them but he keeps them out of your grasp. He tuts and points his index in your face, keeping you at a distance.

“The next time I’m done there, you’re not wearing these,” he crumples them and throws them into the gravel, “preferably none, but if you insist, I like lace. Or crotchless.”

“Mr. Hansen–”

“This isn’t a conversation,” he snaps his fingers and pushes back his sleeve to check his watch. “That was fucking tasty but I’m starving,” he drops his arm and reaches to snap shut the back door behind you, “let’s go.”

“Uh, sir where–”

“Number one,” he holds up a finger as he marches around the car, “no fucking questions. I say, you do. Number two, I don’t like to repeat myself. Dinner.”

“I thought…” you let the statement fizzle out. He doesn’t care what you think and it doesn’t matter. You won’t lie and say you’re not hungry.

You clamp your mouth shut and get in the passenger seat. As you lower yourself down, you sit on something unexpected, realizing what it is as Hansen squeezes your ass from below. You look at him and he snickers, dragging his hand out slowly.

“You know, I don’t mind the extra luggage you got in the trunk,” he taunts, “or the thighs. Keeps my ears warm–”

You grimace. He’s so disgusting, yet what about you? Even as his words repulse you, you feel that twinge in your core. You can feel the tingle of his tongue on your cunt at only the suggestion. You’re trying to remember the last time Pete made you cum like that. Or at all. You can’t.

“Also, dresses. Something just below the ass with a good view of the tatas,” he turns the engine, his eyes over the wheel as he steers with one hand, “I’m sure you can dig something up that makes my balls tight.”

You shake your head and look out the window, “yes, sir.”

“Keep that up too. I just twitched.”

You repress an ‘ugh’. For a man who gives such good head, he compensates a bit too much. He could shut up and be a perfectly charming guy. Maybe shave too.

“Don’t fucking mope,” he warns, “I served you dessert before dinner. You should be fucking bouncing… in more ways than one.”

You swallow and turn your head straight, pushing your shoulders back. You mutter another acquiescence. Reality sinks back in. You left your family for this. To cheat.

🗄️

The restaurant is nice enough to make you want to disappear. You don’t belong here. You haven’t been to a place in the last twelves years that didn’t have colouring mats or booster seats. Even before you had kids, even before you married, you couldn’t say you’d been anywhere as refined as this.

The hostess doesn’t seem to notice your displacement. Her beaming smile is warm and welcoming and her tone is almost soothing. You wait for your boss to follow her first but he gestures you ahead of him. You precede him at the heels of the tall brunette, her slim figure moving as if on a catwalk.

You barely hold in a squeak as Hansen gropes your ass suddenly. You flinch but keep from stumbling. You expect him to be distracted by the statuesque young thing in front of you. He’s probably just teasing you. Making a point that isn’t as flattering as it seems. He could have her instead so take it.

The brunette introduces herself as Lilianna and seats you at a booth. She proclaims a server will be with you shortly and sets back to her station at the door. You sidle onto the bench as Hansen slides in on the other side. He crowded you as his cologne wafts towards, that and another scent you don’t want to think about.

“Wine,” he picks up the smaller leather folio, “you look like you need it.”

You don’t say a word as you glance over. The brands are unknown to you, the types a bunch of nonsense to your uncultured self, and no prices suggest a number you’d rather not know. You glance around as he hems and haws over the cabernet.

You see pretty young women and men in finely tailored suits. Their voices babble in the low din as glasses clink. Your eyes flick up the small chandelier that hangs over your table. This isn’t a favour, this isn’t romantic, this is him showing you all he has and all you don’t. It’s a statement. He has everything in the palm of your hand, including you and your livelihood.

You shift on the seat and he leans back, stretching his arm up and over before bringing it down behind you. He forces it between you and the leather cushion and rests it at the top of your ass. He pulls you close.

“Relax,” he sneers, “don’t be thinking about your fucking family. You think about me.”

You nod and rest your hands on the edge of the table. He doesn’t realise that’s exactly what you’re fighting to do. You don’t want to think about your kids having cheap chicken nuggets that your husband burnt at home. You don’t want to think about the man you married at all. Not because you feel guilty, which you do to your bones, but because it hurts. This is what you’ve become; no better than him.

“Look, I’m making you a good deal,” Hansen cackles, “all you gotta do is play with it on the way home.” He pauses and looks down dragging his hand across his lap. The bulge beneath the fabric is all too obvious, “you know I’m not a patient man, sugar cakes, but I’ll fucking wait.”

🗄️

Hansen groans as you pump your hand over his lap. Your knuckles brush his zipper each time you descend. You strain awkwardly between the sets, shoulder aching from the tortured angle. He huffs and puffs as he grips the wheel, swerving carelessly around other cars.

“Fuck,” he snarls, “that’s good.”

You shudder and focus on your task. You figure it’s easier to frame it like that. Just an extension of your work. You do your work, get it over with, and get to go home.

“With hands like yours, I bet that cunt is heaven,” he purrs as he pushes himself back in the seat, arms straight as he rocks his hip into your touch.

You stay silent as you play with him. He’s as easy to toy with as any man. Maybe it’s just a skill. It’s always easier to just get Pete off as quickly as you can so you can go to sleep. Much preferable to his nagging and sulking. Wow, it shouldn’t have taken an affair to realise how unhappy you truly are.

“Peachy keen,” he peels a hand away from the wheel and grasps your shoulder, “put your mouth on me.” He slides his hand behind your head, urging you down, “I don’t want a mess so you swallow it up.”

You can’t protest. You don’t even bother. You bend over the space between the seats and go into a trance. You don’t think as you bob your head in time with your hand. You try not to feel as your core thrums at your own degrading actions. You are both disgusted and thrilled by your pathetic deference to this man.

“That’s it,” he strokes the back of your neck, “fuck…”

The car jerks and you nearly gag as he slips a bit too far down your throat. As he keeps his foot on the brake and cars speed past with angry honking, he pushes you down. You move your head as much as you can as you urge him through his climax. 

It explodes from his tip, drowning you as you struggle to gulp it down. As you puff through your nostrils, you can smell his cum. You suck him clean as he quakes and lets his hand slip away from your head. He slackens and pants as he leans against the seat.

You pull off of him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Your palm is slimy and cools quickly. You stir around in your purse until you find a used tissue, trying to clean yourself off as best as you can.

“My fucking god,” he exclaims, “you really don’t look like you can suck a dick but damn was I wrong.”

You roll your eyes, your irritation hidden in the evening hue. He sighs and claps his hands on his chest. He wiggles his hips.

“Do me up,” he demands like a spoiled child.

You hold in a sigh as you obey. You tuck him away and zip up his fly, hooking the button before buckling his belt back across his waist. He chuckles as you sit back.

“When you get in tomorrow, I want you to go straight to my office,” he instructs, “get naked and wait under the desk. I’d like some of that with my morning coffee.”

You cringe as you cross your arms, “yes, sir.”

“You should be flattered,” he tuts as he shifts back into gear, “I don’t keep girls around much longer than it takes their spit to dry on my dick.”

You shudder and look out the window. Your insides curdle at more than his gross statement. At least the kids will be asleep by the time you get home. You won’t have to lie to their faces.

“Don’t forget your leftovers,” he chortles as he pulls back into traffic, “sure the hubby won’t complain for a nice sirloin.”

You sniff and bend to gather your purse and to-go container off the floor. You sit up stiffly and flick the edge of the cardboard container with your thumb. You hope Pete is asleep too but you’re not counting on that. Maybe the steak will be a good treat to assuage his suspicions.

🗄️

The house is quiet as you enter. You do your best to maintain the lull. You move slowly, leaving your shoes and purse with your coat at the door. 

You tiptoe into the kitchen and place the leftovers on the counter. A hint of Hansen’s cologne roils off of your blouse. The scent makes you sick. It also makes you tingle.

You wade through the silence, through the front room and into the main bath. You need to wash the night off. Wash him off.

You undress in front of the mirror but refuse to acknowledge your reflection. You leave the clothes in a heap on the tile and try to stretch out the tension in your back. You twist the faucet and flip on the shower head. You wait until steam rises before you step under the downpour.

You sigh out some of the stiffness in your shoulders. You roll them back and close your eyes, tilting your head up to let the hot flow slake over you. That rare moment of peace can’t last. You know it won’t.

You wash yourself with your hand. Your scrubbie is still in the upstairs bathroom. You wash away the scented soap and with a clean hand, try to rinse away the remnants of the night from between your legs. You’re still tender and wet. Fuck.

You stretch your fingers wide and drag your hands down your face, turning away from the shower head to let it patter onto your back. You groan but choke on the noise as a shadow passes on the other side of your eyelids. As you flick your lashes up, you nearly scream.

Pete steps past the curtain, naked, as he smirks at you. What the hell is he doing?

“You’re home,” he purrs as he reaches for you. The space is so cramped you have no choice but to let him grab your hips, “I’ve been waiting–”

“What do you want?” You put your hands on his wrists.

“Babe,” he whines, “I wanna make it up to you,” his eyes drift down your body, “you’re still fucking gorgeous, you know that–”

“Get off,” you grumble as you push on his arms. He doesn’t falter. He’s stronger than you. You let yourself look at him; he’s still in shape, he has the time to fuck off to the gym with that girl. “How many times do I have to tell you–”

“It was a mistake. It was nothing, please. I love you so much. I’m stupid, you know that.”

“Pete, stop–”

“Come on. You go off all night and I’m not mad, babe. I babysat–”

“Babysat– you’re their father, Pete. You did your job,” you slap your hands against his chest and for a moment, you hesitate. You remember the days when you longed for this. For him. You shake your head and shove him again, “let me go. I’m tired.”

“Please,” he steps closer, wrapping you up in his arms, trapping you, “please, babe, let me show you how much I love you.” He pleads as he tries you kiss you, “please…”

You turn your head back and forth as his mouth smears across your cheeks. You wriggle and squirm, trying to break free from him. Your skin crawls, not only at his embrace but at yourself. It isn’t just your own deceit, it’s your very body. Feeling your soft loose flesh against his firm muscle sickens you.

“Let me go,” you hiss as the shower head pelts your back and shoulders, “Pete, it’s late and I want to go to–” you push your elbows into him, “bed.”

“Please–” he begs again.

You pinch him and he cries out. He lets you go suddenly and your feet slip on the porcelain. You cry out as you flail trying to catch yourself. He rubs his stomach where you pinched him as you fall, the faucet smashing into your back as you whimper. Your ass hits the shower floor just as hard and you reach to rub your tailbone.

“Honey, are you okay–”

“I told you to leave me alone!” You holler up at him, “get out! Go!”

He stammers, staring down at you. He has the nerve to be rock hard. You try to ignore that as he looms over you.

“I hate you,” you snarls into a sob as pain radiates up your flesh, “go away.”

You keep your head down as you move gingerly around to your knees. You turn off the water and wait. The shower curtain rings against the metal bar and his wet feet slap the tile. He huffs as he stomps out. You shake as you sit back and whine again.

You don’t know what hurts more; the bruises that will rise to the surface by morning or your husband’s lack of culpability. He can do whatever he wants but you, you have to suffer the consequences.

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Starting to think I need to put The Starship Rangers in the Mech's universe. It would probably feel very crack treated seriously at best but I can't stop thinking about it.

[twasforresearch]

thinking about the edda siblings again brenn is from @rainbowstargazerlilies's the stars claim them fic series, which is now longer than the bible

[crow-of-ohio]

blursed idea - The Stars Claim Them violinspector (belongs to @rainbowstargazerlilies ) and Redeath Jonmartin+Elias (belongs to @therealandian) meeting

It takes Lyf and Marius an absurd about of time and questioning to trust that, yes, Elias is actually acting like a decent enough fellow now and isn't out to do evil and fuck everyone else over

Martin and Marius bond over the shared experience of falling for a mortal who used to be kind of a dick ngl (not that I blame Lyf or Jon for how they behaved in their circumstances)

Jon and Marius bond over epic quests to find your true love after being tragically torn apart

Jon and Lyf bond over the whole Apocalypse thing. And the being turned immortal against your will thing

Lyf having a mild breakdown over Martin's Shitty Bifrost Experience and feeling guilty about not helping him despite??? Not having even been in the same universe to help???

Elias finding all of them unbearably sappy (and being secretly sappy about it himself, I think Lyf might remind him of Donovan a bit?) (did I remember the late husband's name right.)

Everyone Here Feels Bad For Lyf For Being A Really Young Immortal

Everyone Here Wants To Kill Carmilla, Especially When Brenn Gets Discussed

Lyf 🤝 Jon. Nastya playing an important role in them being in the right place at the right time to eventually make everything turn out alright

I just think they're neat (both of these fics have been incredibly important to me for. I think years now actually. Jesus Christ time flies huh)

[artsy-trash-panda]

Exophilia fic recs

Beware 18+ works below

@momolady / @momosmonsters

Some of my faves

Werewolves : Beau | Big Billy

Orcs : Ozren 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Uram | Maim | Rube 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Mr Vladik | Roald 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Rogan 1 ; 2

Others : Mask the slasher

Minotaurs : Codras 1 ; 2 ; 3 | Brifsteinn 1 ; 2 | Mac | Deo

@thetravelerwrites masterlist

Rantha | Declan | Thandur | Feera

Ravadhi | Varik

@monstersandmaw / @monstersandmawarchive masterlist one and two

Khuruz | Brenn | Kelyn | Lasza | Curran & Nil | Thur'khul |

@snowkissedmonsters masterlist

Obsidian and kitty | Úlla and Hawthorne

[alvfr]

🌹your oldest wip

Det var ikkje så mange som møtte opp når eg skulle avrettast. Eg kunne ikkje klandra dei, ikkje med slik eit ver som reiv i husveggane og tvang både folk og fe innandørs. Litt skuffande var det sjølvsagt, når ein først skulle brenne i hel, men ein kan rett og slett ikkje gjere noko med veret.

Så det var altså slik det skulle ende for meg – dømd til eld og flammar i ein alder av knappe seksten år. Det var vanskeleg å avgjøre kva som var verst. Lukta av bensin som gjennomsyra dei titals europallane i ein haug framfor meg, det grove tauet som gnog inn i handledda mine, eller utsikta til 17. mai-pynten som enno hang i vindauga på samfunnshuset. 

Rough translation:

Not many people showed up to my execution. I could not really blame them, not with this kind of storm that tore through the walls and forced both people and livestock inside. It was a little disappointing, obviously, when you were going to be burnt to death and all. But you simply cannot do anything about the weather.

So this was how it would end for me -- condemned to fire and flames at the tender age of sixteen years old. It was hard to decide what was worse. The smell of gasoline that permeated the dozens of EUR-pallets in a heap in front of me, the coarse rope that gnawed into my wrists, or the lovely view of the Constitution Day decorations that still hung in the windows of the community center.

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Thank you! This is the first snippet I've shared of this work on here and I don't think the translation do it justice, but I tried.

For every “🌹” received in my inbox I’ll post one random sentence/snippet of a random WIP I’m currently writing

(specify fandom or original fic if you want)

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

21, 19, and 8!

21. what’s your favourite mechanisms headcanon?

Can I say violinspector? If that doesn’t count, then maybe Icarus Raphaella. Love the fic my sibling wrote for that idea.

19. which mechanism gives you the most gender envy?

Either Nastya or Ashes, all the way.

8. do you have a favourite piece of fanart (tag the artist and link the original post if possible)?

See, this is unfair because my Big Long Fic has many wonderful pieces of fan art, and I love them all. I’ll tag a few cool ones that I know were on Tumblr. Anyway, tagging the artists: @cobalt-knave @twasforresearch @luckybyrdrobyn

(trippy/flash warning for this next one)

[so-very-small]

ask game !!,,,

🥺 (is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?)

✍ (do you have a beta reader?)

🎶 (do you listen to music while you write? what song have you been playing on loop lately?)

🍦 (what's the sweetest fic you've created so far?)

🎃 (do you write fics for certain holidays? which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?)

🤩 (who is your favorite character to write?)

🤯 (what's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?)

— brick

HIIII BRICK!

🥺- i’ve answered this one but round two: i love Angry Scenes. like absolute breaking point of a character who unleashes it on someone else who deserves it. cathartic and overdue arguments my beloved

✍- i don’t! i usually write, then edit, let it sit for a few days, edit again, edit again in a different word processor, THEN post. i’ve always been too shy to ask people to full on beta my works, so i’ve just gotten super meticulous with editing skfjdjfjfj

🎶- i do! rn my On Loop song is Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier, but I’m also listening to How to Be a Human Being, the Glass Animals album, a lot because it fits my two current fave OCs perfectly

🍦- i’m. not sure actually. i’m more an angst guy, there are fluffy sweet bits but they’re usually in between OC Trauma bits HCDHSJDJ. Wall Oracle fic is kinda sweet tho, and I do have a few super old Stucky fics written as a teen that are pretty sappy. for original stuff, The Car Story is probably the fluffiest, which is. saying something abt my original work because that story is also so sad

🎃- i used to! in my early fandom days i ADORED holiday fic exchanges, i’d write holiday fics for those and i had a few cause i wanted to. mistletoe is a cute trope :) lately i haven’t been huge on holidays tho, and most of my fandoms rn don’t canonically have earth holidays

🤩- ough. for fanfic, Otto Octavius is so much fun to write, he’s so nuanced and it’s so fun to get into his head. lately i’ve also really enjoyed writing Boromir too. for original characters, Pama and Nan have to be the favss. Pama is a rambunctious woman trying to be a hero while slowly being corrupted by a possessed axe, and Nan is a preacher who’s god vanishes and she decides to find him and drag him back. other honorable OC mentions are: Sighn, Ny, Mariko, Brenn, and Callisto

🤯- suspense/ horror 😔 honestly, most things outside of fantasy don’t come super naturally to me, hence why even my sci-fi or historical stuff usually has fantasy elements throughout. i try to branch out into other genres often, but horror is so hard to nail for me. it’s kind of why a lot of my stuff has steered into suspenseful things (fearplay fics, TBMP, Sighn and Eon’s story), it’s all me trying to practice!

[grapecaseschoices]

Hello! I'm the anon who asked about the ori facts. I just wanted to know that this blog is one of my top faves and your ocs are genuinely so interesting to read and get to know about. You develop them so well and their designs are so good. If you feel comfortable answering this question/sharing this who would you say is your newest oc and who is your oldest oc. And if they both met would they get along with each other? 👁️👁️

That is so flattering especially since all I do is talk shit about some clowns. You're too nice, ty 🥰 It is very sweet and encouraging.

My oldest OC. I THINK is ... Tai Atherton. Tai was a self-insert taken from RPF and restructured for Dark Hunter [by Sherrlyn Kenyon] fic. Tai was short and trouble. I don't even remember. Wad she human? I think to start. She had a nickname having to do with them being short and mayhem. Was it imp? No. I don't remember. I just remember that Tai was StubbornTM [like a true self insert oc/probably Mary Sue shouldn't have been back in the day] and a busy body. Whew was she ever a busy body. I don't recall if that woman had a self conscious bone in her body. She probably did not.

I kilt her because I didn't know what to do with her/was bored with her arc. But then I changed my mind and did a thing. She came back. Her FC was from that soap opera passions. I was sixteen? Seventeen? Sjejdhshhe

My newest oc is from @/folksaga-if. I don't remember his name. Jsjshehe I was just like I need to make someone romance Katla as my OC before him - Brenn - was not it. He is very steady [seeming] and noble. He can get sorta anxious. I feel he is very aware of himself [mostly]; and more so thus around him and his duty. And has been in love with his best friend forever.

At first I almost said the two would not get along. But I feel though they might irritate each other/rub each other the wrong way, they would remind each other of their respective LI. [That, or, Tai would remind him of Katla while Tai would refuse to see how he is similar to both her ex and the boo she ended up with sjenhehebr]

Thanks for the ask! I need to remember my bitches name.

[brenneddatsct]

oh, i should probably do an introduction sort of thing. right. that makes sense. lyf would have done that ages ago, probably.

uh, hi! my name's brenn edda, and im on here to try to figure out the multiverse, because i think it ate my older sibling--

no, not ate. i think they fell through a portal. im trying to figure out the math and stuff to get them and their partner back safely. Raphaella said the multiverse had contacts on here, so im trying it out!

also, my friends might come on and say hi sometimes. they'll introduce themselves for themselves. but if they do, quick rundown: there's my girlfriend Wendy who's fantastic, and there's my best friend juniper, who's awesome! and there's a chance shalott will say hi, or--

you know what, they can introduce themselves. this is mostly going to be me, though! so, hi!

{OOC intro under cut}

Becca @rainbowstargazerlilies here! Brenn's an OC from The Stars Claim Them, my ongoing fic series! She's Lyf's little sister, she has a mechanism, and she had a Peter Pan arc at one point, among other things. Feel free to interact, as she's trying to understand the multiverse.

Please ask before doing any long-form RP, and jumping into her reality is currently off-limits. I reserve the right to delete asks if they make me uncomfortable or don't serve the story I have in mind. Once again, I am not a Mechanism, don't know them personally, and pretty please don't mention or point this out to anyone involved in the band. Thanks!

[karin-in-action]

Ich hoffe du hast genug Langeweile, um ein paar Fanfic Writer Ask Game-Fragen zu beantworten :D

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Hehe, natürlich immer doch 🙃

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Ich finde den Wechsel vom Du zum Sie hätte man besser machen können im Tatort Dresden, aber das habe ich auch schon als Antwort auf ein anderes Ask geschrieben. Mir fällt momentan auf Anhieb auch sonst nichts anderes ein.

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Mich wirklich zu fokussieren fällt mir schwer. Wenn ich mal richtig drinnen bin und auch sehr für meine Idee brenne, dann geht es aber. Unabhängig davon hilft mir Musik. Dann wird mir nicht langweilig, aber ich werde auch nicht abgelenkt.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

Ich habe angefangen Fanfic zu schreiben, weil ich selbst sehr gerne Fanfic lese und auch eigene Ideen hatte, die ich gerne mit anderen teilen wollte.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Irgendeine Szene aus meinem Adventskalender, wo Leo schwanger ist. Sowas richtig schön fluffiges, aber ich weiß nicht, welche Szene genau.

[beyondd-dazedd]

Ahhh I loved your Redlyn fic!! Do you have any fave redlyn or other fun hsmtmts fic recs???

omfg thank you!! honestly anything by @redlyncentral is amazing. I really dont have any redlyn fics in my pocket but in terms of hsmtmts fics anything on the portwell tag is iconic omfg.

my bestie @ginascaswell has some great stuff on her ao3 (inafieldofroses)

@sofiaa-rodriguez has a great portwell accident au on their ao3 (pixel_perfect)

any of @lovelyserpentines fics are incredible on their ao3 (under the same user)

@wassupbuttercup has some really great portwell WIPs on her ao3 (AlwaysSleeping) as well as some good JATP fics if youre a fan

there's literally so many that i could spend all day talking about the amazing works that my friends have

also if you wanna check out my portwell fic you can do that too

[thelakerose]

Astrid considers how Trent has shaped her and calls on Eadwulf to inflict some nostalgic pain.

A fulfilment of Blumentrio Week Day 5: Scars 

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Fandom:

Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships:

Astrid/Eodwulf/Caleb Widogast

Astrid/Eodwulf/Bren Aldric Ermendrud

Astrid/Eodwulf (Critical Role)

Characters:

Astrid (Critical Role)

Eodwulf (Critical Role)

Bren Aldric Ermendrud (Mentioned)

Caleb Widogast (Mentioned)

Tags: Knifeplay, Blood, Self-harm, Discussion of/reference to abuse and torture canonical with Trent Ikithon and his Scourger training program

[hikelesbian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thelma (2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thelma Eva Brenne/Anja Adams Lie Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Strap-Ons Series: Part 2 of all these hearts in line

The Thelma she’d met her first year of university could not be more different than the Thelma she knows now. But that essential Thelma is still there—the Thelma quick to smile, eager to please, of few but well-chosen words around people she’s not yet comfortable with. The Thelma she’s fallen in love with, through puppy love and the honeymoon phase to a deeper and more mellow sort of attraction.

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Disco Elysium Fandom Masterpost

Decided to compile all the cool projects fans have made for Disco Elysium! This includes game resources, fan games, and fun collaboration events!

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If you've got any corrections/updates/suggestions, reach out to let me know! ((Last updated: January 29th, 2023))

Game Information/Archives/Resources

Disco Elysium Wiki (Literally contains most everything you'd want to know about the game, including a ton of image resources)

FAYDE On-Air by Morgue, Pieartsy, and Sphinx111 (Search engine tool to easily find any in-game dialogue)

Disco Reader by xyrilyn + Guide on how to use it (Search engine AND text visualization tool. You can see the full dialogue trees as flowcharts)

Disco Elysium Explorer by Leerion + Github (Inspired by Disco Reader. It works much the same way but it ALSO includes the audio clips for every piece of dialogue!! + the text for every language released so far)

Disco Elysium Checklist compiled by MentalPrinciple0 (Includes all red/white checks, their difficulty level, all possible modifiers, as well as items, tasks, thoughts, and their modifiers)

Complete OST + Ambient Mix compiled by OnlySheStandsHere (Includes everything added for The Final Cut)

High Quality Full Map of Martinaise compiled by For Lack Of A Title

Map of Revachol West vectorized by freezebobs + svg file

Disco Elysium: Country/Cultural Mappings compiled by Limey (List of all the geographical places named in-game, what we know about them, and what some real-world parallels are)

Disco Elysium: A Timeline compiled by six and brenn (A complete timeline of every event mentioned in the game, from the creation of the universe to the events of The Hanged Man case)

Theoretical Entroponetics by 57sfinest (Everything we know about The Pale + OP's own theory)

Fanworks

Fandom Collaboration Projects

((since these are big collaboration projects, I unfortunately can't properly list the credits on this post. Make sure to check out the respective credit pages of the projects!! So many talented peeps!!!))

Disco Elysium Fan Colouring Book (SFW)

Disco Elysium Fan Colouring Book (NSFW) [[18+]]

Social media tag: #EspritDeCouleur

Fire Escape in The Sea Montage-Disco Elysium

Social media tag: #FEITSmontage

Disco Elysium Montage/Cleaning Out The Rooms

Social media tag: #COTRmontage

Disco Elysium Secret Santa 2022

Ao3 Collection

Bonus Round! Prompt List is open for anyone to fill if something grabs your interest!

Social media tag: #DESecretSanta2022

Disco Elysium Rarepair Fanworks Exchange

Ao3 Collection

Prompt List! Open for anyone to fill if something grabs your interest!

((There's no tag, everything is compiled on the twitter account. If you post anything new, make sure to @ the account to be RTed!))

Disco Elysium Tarot, the Major Arcana

Social Media tag: #DiscoTarot

An art challenge to recreate famous paintings into something Disco Elysium themed! Feel free to join in!

Social media tag: #DiscoElysiumArtClassic

Fan Games

After the Mind, the World Again by Pieartsy (TTRPG)

Disco Elysium: Game Boy Edition by BloodyStapler

Disco Dating by Slugandthorn, Capreola, Frankie, and Joe/BerlinChild (Visual Novel)

The Cryptokiller, project lead Arthur Stahlschmidt (Visual Novel) ((Make sure to check the itch.io page for a full list of the team!!))

Mystery Miniaturist by Jasmine "Katy133" Osler (Visual Novel) ((Make sure to check the itch.io page for the full list of credits!!))

WE GOT A CODE 31 by Slugandthorn (Dancing Penguin Kim. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!!)

Mini Mini Disco by OinkOink!Studio (a collection of mini-games! The links on the main page might be broken, so here they are just in case:

Nod match with Kim

Pretty Jean Jean

Beg Money)

Disco Elysium: Signature Skill Selection by FeigningIntelligence (Take this quiz and find out what your signature skill is!)

Twine Games/Fics

Re-Hearsed by Apepers

Requiem for the Apostle by Alphawave

Sweeter Kind of Fire [[18+]] by Kawa

Disco Elysium: Insomnia [[18+]] by mouseoverlord, Booboboobo, cyaber5, LoveSplean, and Aila

One Day in Jamrock [[18+]] by CeaserAmarelo

Fan Skins

((Want to write a fic/make a game that looks like Disco Elysium? These cool peeps got you covered!))

Disco Days Workskin by abyssalcaptain (Ao3)

Disco Elysium Workskin by Cunticuss (Ao3)

Disco Elysium Twine Macros by Apepers and Pieartsy (Twine)

Disco Elysium Framework for Ren'Py by Katy133 (Ren'Py)

Misc.

Disco Elysium Mods

Disco Elysium Item Card Creator by ColorfulTie (fun lil tool to create your own items with stats in the style of the game)

Disco Elysium fan music by Aila :

Insomnia Vol 1

Rain in Revachol

[rainbowstargazerlilies]

No context quotes ..how about a Toy soldier? (Also ur fic is so good I love <3)

Apologies for the delay in response! This got sent right in the middle of the No Context Quotes being open, but also the evening before I went on a big long road trip. After that, I was kind of using it as a carrot to work on a scene heavily involving TS, so without further ado, a Toy Soldier quote.

"Maybe Brenn just needed something to cheer her up. That made sense, didn’t it? And it would be looking out for her, just as it had been asked to do, all the while. Yes, that would work splendidly.

"Would You Like," the Toy Soldier said, choosing each word carefully, "To Hear Some Facts About Frogs?""