#but it's my super self indulgent au and i make the rules on how that all works

[snowyfrostshadows]

Team Bleck can't swipe the Pure Heart if the heroes steal it first, right?

[palskippah]

Hi! There are role swap AUs of them already and I love them so much, so I tried making my own too! You should know that this is entirely self-indulgent like anything else I draw askdaslds

There is Mareach and Bowuigi bc yes alskdklasd and a tiny bit of one-sided Luaisy that leads to nothing because Luigi's a married man 😔

I had other drawings of them, but they're not colored yet and I wanted to share the idea already sjsjs

Here's some ideas for this AU!

-Mario's the Mushroom Kingdom Princess and his parents are the King and Queen. Luigi used to be the other princess, green princess or green princess Mario (as in, his bro Mario, not his last name Mario 😔), but he married Bowser and became the Queen of the Darklands :y Everyone in there respects and remembers his name, he's built a really good reputation for himself by simply being himself, in this house we believe in the 'Luigi is the Darklands' hero' hc too. Their aunt and uncles (and cousin) rule Sarasaland.

-(King boo's a Darklands ally but still hates Queen Luigi from that one time he wiped clean his mansion when the king kidnapped Mario. Luigi's scared of ghosts still too, but Junior always reassures him he's gonna beat them up if they try scaring his mama (I drew it actually, I'm gonna color it too!))

-When the bros were 20 Bowser at first tried kidnapping Princess Mario, and Mario was ready to beat his ass but they ended up talking about ally-making and ruling a kingdom as Bowser just got crowned king. Mario advised him to listen to his advisor and other stuff and by the time Luigi caught the koopa ship, ready to bonk Bowser in the head with his comically large hammer, the princess and king made plans of starting a treaty.

>Anyways, they met often after that when Bowser went to plan the treat with the Mario King and Queen. Luigi fell for Bowser and Bowser fell harder and Mario regretted talking to Bowser and should have instead just beat him up. He's happy for his bro though. When they married and had Junior and adopted the koopalings he decided that he was very happy that he talked to Bowser. He loves how happy Luigi is.

-Princess Mario accomplishes many things and excels at almost anything he tries, and all the toads treat him as a hero as well as a princess and all, so his dad doesn't think he's a failure, but still bothers him by urging him to get married ever since he turned thirty. He often compares him to Luigi, who got married at 23 and in the present had eight kids with his husband. Mario doesn't give a shit about marrying soon, but wished his dad would stop being annoying. His mamma is a sweetheart as always and often tells her husband to leave him alone. King Mario is stubborn as hell though (his two boys got that from him), so he doesn't.

-Peach and Daisy are cousins and they were trying to start a business together, though they weren't still sure about what (you know as Princess Peach and Daisy have many businesses together in canon aksdla), but before they could settle anything they somehow fell in the pipe and Peach landed in the Mushroom Kingdom and Daisy in the Darklands.

-Bowser still steals the Super Star, but in hopes of giving Luigi the coolest anniversary gift ever, as it's their seventh and all that. He very often gives him all sort of things, like great statues, many many dresses and all the stuff that he knows Luigi loves. Being the himbo he is, he's genuinely concerned that Luigi wouldn't like something unless it is completely new and has never been gifted to him at all. Of course, Luigi would love anything he'd give him, because Bowser's gifts are always made with love. By the end of the things, Luigi tells Bowser so and calls him an idiot affectionally, and also makes him return the Super Star. (movie-like, you know, since this is somehow a retelling alksdlasd)

-Based on what I read at discord, if you're who wrote it, pls know that i love your ideas jsjs- Bowser has set up many statues of Luigi that are of a nice stone color and has gems in its eyes to glow under the lava and the sun when it's out. Imagine that one Luigi render where he's got an arm raised and the other nicely by his side and he's smiling, that's the main statue of Queen Luigi sjjds. They contrast greatly against Bowser's, that were made to make his fierceness stand out, unlike Luigi's that highlight his kindness.

-In the piano scene, Bowser is playing and singing and Luigi's laying on his stomach over the piano's surface (no idea if that's possible but humor me alkdalsd) and listens with the most besotted expression ever, resting his face on his palms. When Kamek interrupts them Luigi's not mad or anything, but Bowser really glares at the magikoopa.

-Junior finds Daisy and brings her to the castle, in hopes that his mama and papa will help her, because they're the greatest people in the whole world and they can do anything.

-Daisy and Luigi quickly become friends, making Bowser jealous of the other human, especially because Daisy from time to time looks at Luigi as if she like-liked him. Not that he thought Luigi had eyes for anyone else beside him, but it was still annoying. And Diasy, for all she annoyed him, seemed to fully respect that Luigi was happily married.

-Daisy teases Bowser mercilessly too, at first clueless that she's supposed to be terrified and respect this guy like everyone else does (maybe Junior takes her to him first, and completely forgetting Junior's initial rambling about his family, she doesn't realize Bowser's the king, but when she meets Luigi, she sees his crown and fancy clothes and immediately knows she gotta be respectful to this guy. She doesn't know how royals are in this lava world, after all), but she keeps doing it, knowing the koopa king may look terrifying but he's mostly bark and no bite.

-DK and Mario are friends and they often meet up to beat the shit out of the other, or sparring as it's called, I think. The first time they did it, Mario got the cat power up and destroyed DK in front of the kong king and other kongs, and since then Cranky doesn't dislike Mario so much, and the others respect him greatly too.

-Mareach,,, they look at eachother and sparkles are in there too. Peach doesn't brutally throw Mario to the ground or anything, but he loses his breath anyways because of her beauty. Also, Mario's type is beautiful tall women (and tall idiot men, maybe his dad suggests DK as a husband and Mario's like ew dad, we're just friends. Or maybe... Donkareach... I like the fics that has them, but idk for this).

-Toad as a wingman, he doesn't care how obvious he is, he's gonna make Princess Mario and his new friend Peach be together, because they clearly like-like the other.

That's all I got for now askdalsd thanks if you read my ramblings, sorry if there's mistakes in writing.

I'm gonna color the stuff I got left and maybe draw more, but knowing myself I dunno if I will anytime soon 😔 Also I go back to college the next week sadly sjsjd

Got any thoughts on the AU? Tell cuz I'd love to know c:< but only if it's nice thoughts, I'm sensitive akdalsd

[arachine]

. . . 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ! ˚₊✩‧₊

— pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

general tags: college! au, established relationship, fluff, suggestive

content warnings: period cramps, reader is a baby, ellie is patient, kissing, allusions to sex, brief mention of dealer!ellie + not proofread and also not my best work bc i was in pain !

note: this is super self-indulgent bc i am, unfortunately, on my monthly, and so, i am making it everyone’s problem >.<

ellie’s annoyed. actually, she’s concerned—maybe, slightly, kind of more than that too, but right now, she’s annoyed. this wasn’t like you—not answering messages, not answering calls.

she’d understand it if you were busy, especially since finals season was steadily approaching as the days passed, but she knew you didn’t have any plans today. that much was confirmed the last time she’d spoken to you, which was, if she could recall (she could recall it perfectly), last night at 8:00 p.m.

future wife 👰‍♀️: gn baby, see you tomorrow for breakfast! get some sleep ok? <33

ellie: alr goodnight baby. i’ll come get you at 9 ok? don’t oversleep this time, wanna get some french toast before all the athletes take it :/

future wife 👰‍♀️: never gonna let me live it down, huh?

ellie: never!

future wife 👰‍♀️: god alr, i won’t oversleep!!! promise :3 now gn fr this time!!! gts!!!

ellie: ok bossy i’m going to sleep 🫡 love you

that was the last message she’d sent to you that night. this morning, however, she made an effort to send you a slew of follow-up texts before making her way over to your dorm:

ellie: good morning sexy, you up?

ellie: it’s french toast time ☝🏻

ellie: don’t tell me you’re sleeping…

there was five minutes sent in-between each message, and yet, still no response. that’s when she got the bright idea to call.

“alright, this should wake her up,” she raised the phone to her ear, pacing around her apartment while waiting for the line to go through. to her dismay, it rung a few times before going straight to voicemail—to which she almost got excited over because you’ve got one of those annoying ass voicemails that sound like someone picked up the line.

“hey […], this is (name). sorry you can’t reach me right now, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i c—”

“fucking hell.” ellie pinches the knot between her brows and sighs, ending the call before voicemail you can finish your sentence. again, she calls, thinking this time you’ll answer, but to no avail. it goes right to voicemail.

“the fuck…” she doesn’t even bother leaving a message. beelines right to her closet and grabs her sneaks, a hoodie, and her wallet, then heads out of her apartment building and begins the trek to your dormitory.

when she gets there, she buzzes in with her student keycard, and pads right up to the security desk. just as she’s about to open her mouth, one of the guards sitting interrupts her.

“can i see your proof of residence, please?” he says blankly, raising a fig bar up to his mouth.

“randy, really? you know me, i’m here almost every other day—just without my girlfriend—who i’m actually here to see,” she raises a finger, forearms leaning forward over the desk. randy feigns indifference, and opts to stuff the last of his bar in his mouth.

“you’re not a resident here, ellie. sorry, but you know the rules.”

“how about you shove the rules up your a—actually, that’s alright. my buddy right here will sign me in as a guest.” she grins devilishly at the dark haired man across the lobby, blinking once, twice, before flashing him a smile.

“jesse! my life saver, my best-friend, my messiah, my—“

“what do you want, ellie?” he rolls his eyes, pulling out his student keycard to flash randy. ellie purses her lips as if she’s been found out, then pulls jesse aside by the cloth of his jacket. she leans in real close so that what she says is out of earshot.

“sign me in as a guest and i’ll give you free weed during your next visit,” she bargains, wiggling her brows like she knows the offer is too good to pass up. jesse doesn’t answer her right away. instead, opts to tease her. puts his index finger on his chin, and opens his stance as if he’s really mulling it over. ellie’s not impressed.

a beat, then, he shrugs, mumbling a quick ‘better keep your word williams’.

ellie grins, something real big and cheshire-like, because she knows him. who’d be stupid enough to pass up free weed? exactly, no one. especially not a stressed college student, that’s for sure.

“thanks man, you’re really doing me a solid, you know,” she pats his back, to which he mutters a knowing ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’. she watches intently as he signs her in under his name, then makes a face at randy when she hands over her student keycard for him to keep.

“see ya later rand’!” the auburn haired girl says with the flick of a hand, turning the corner of the desk to get to the elevators.

“yeah, whatever.”

. . .

once the elevator comes to a halt on your floor, ellie gives jesse a final thank you before departing. as she walks down the winding hallway, she can’t help but to think the worst. what if you were unconscious? what if you’d been axe-murdered? what if you’d been kidnapped? all very unlikely, she knows, but not impossible.

when her mind sifts through a few more frightening scenarios, she realizes she’s already made it to your door. should she knock? she feels like she should knock, but then she figures if all her previous attempts to wake you up were unsuccessful, then who’s to say a few measly knocks would do the trick?

she decides against it. instead, she unhooks her carabiner from her jeans and fiddles around with her set of keys until she finds the spare you’d given her. until now, she’d never used it. the day you’d given it to her, you’d told her it was strictly for ‘emergencies’, and what better time to use it than now? this was surely an emergency, right?

the door unlocks and she immediately goes to twist the knob, pushes the door open and then shuts it closed behind her.

“babe, you here?” she calls out, walking through the kitchen, “you alive?” turns down the hall, “you in one piece?”

a beat. silence—save for the heavy padding of her boots as she makes her way towards your bedroom. the door is cracked open, just by a sliver, but she can see—or at least somewhat make out—the beginnings of a sleeping silhouette.

she pushes the door open and ambles to your bedside. you were fast asleep. curled up into a tight little ball with the duvet pulled up to your chin, and a mean little pout on your lips. it was adorable, and it made ellie’s heart twang with relief. at least now that she was able to verify your safety, she could forget all those terrible thoughts that she was getting herself all worked up over.

“hey, sweet girl,” she cooed, brushing the pad of her thumb over your cheek. your brows cinched in response, but you didn’t move. not even an inch. “baby,” ellie drawled in a sing-song voice.

she let her hand fall from your cheek to your back, and she rubbed it in slow, steady circles in an attempt to rouse you. after a while of this—a combination of her rubbing and cooing—you started to react.

“mmm,” you groaned, curling your knees up higher, “it hurts.”

“what hurts? what’s wrong?” opening your eyes, you were able to pair the voice of concern with a familiar face.

“ellie? what are you doing here?”

she lets a small chuckle escape her lips, then raises a hand to rest atop your head.

“what am i doing here? what are you doing here? had me worried sick about you,” she smooths a hand over your head, “missed our breakfast date.”

sighing, you slap a clammy hand over your head, then reach over ellie to grab your phone from the nightstand.

ten messages. three missed calls.

“god, i’m sorry, bellie. took some midol and melatonin last night so that i could beat these cramps, but i guess they worked a little too good, huh?”

“yeah, you nut.” she takes a glance at your nightstand and picks up the bottle of pills, shakes them around before settling them back down. “how many did you take?”

“just two…maybe three?” ellie’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“three? babe, these are 500 mg. why would you do that? the bottle says take two every six hours, and here you are taking more than the recommended amount, on top of taking melatonin,” she chides, though, it’s more out of genuine concern than it is her actually being upset.

you laugh at your own expense, but it’s short-lived because a second later, you’re clutching for your belly and writhing in pain.

ellie sighs, kicks her boots off and fully climbs up onto the bed and under the covers. once she settles into a comfortable position, she pulls you into her side.

“i know, baby, let me take care of you,” she strokes your back soothingly, “but next time, please don’t take that much. were you planning on sleeping forever?”

“maybe.” you jest, snuggling further into her warmth. admittedly, mixing both of those drugs was kind of stupid—maybe really stupid, but in your defense, you were in pain!—and really desperate. when you have cramps this bad, sometimes death sounds like mercy.

“oh, yeah?” the laugh she lets out is a deep rumble, and you can feel the vibrations of it as you lay on her chest. it’s soothing. a remedy that you should’ve utilized sooner, and you would’ve, had you been in the right headspace.

“mhm…” you purr, looking up at her, at her lips. ellie scans your face for pain, then dips down and pilfers a kiss from your lips. it’s slow, and sweet, and ends far too soon for your liking. before she can pull away, you tug her by the collar of her shirt. look up at her with pleading eyes, and fist it tighter between your knuckles.

“more,” you drawl, pulling her back down to meet your lips. she indulges you, because of course she does, and pushes you onto your back.

“thought,” a kiss, “your,” another, “cramps were bothering you?” she queries, breathless as she holds herself up above your sprawled out body. she thumbs with the hem of your shirt, waits expectantly for you to answer.

“they are,” you say, “so why don’t you make ‘em go away?”

and what kind of girlfriend would she be if did otherwise?

© arachine 2023

[topochicoslut]

everybody wants to rule the world: prologue

fic synopsis: A young woman is sent on what is sure to be a suicide mission to spy on Ryomen Sukuna by a rival curse user who has heard rumors that the infamous King of Curses might have found the secret to true immortality

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader rating: 18+ ONLY!!!!!! MDNI!!!! IF I CATCH YOU, I'LL BLOCK YOU!!! word count: 1.1k

warnings: none for this chapter! but overall fic warnings include but are not limited to the following- slow burn, enemies to lovers, eventual smut/p0rn with plot, descriptions of violence and gore, language, horror elements, morally grey characters, me having an aneurysm while trying to properly describe cursed techniques, true form sukuna (eventually), etc etc. each chapter will have the appropriate content warnings added to them based on subject matter : )

a/n: hiiiii! so this idea has been bumping around in my head for the past few weeks, and I finally decided to do something about it. idk the world has just been kinda crazy lately, so I figured why not write something super self indulgent about sukuna to help take my mind off of things. this is just the prologue, the next few chapters should be dropping soon-ish after this. I just need to tidy some things up (aka edit the fuck out of everything i’ve written so far🫠🥲). just a couple of quick things- this is a Heian era AU fic, and while I did do a lil research before I started writing this, there will probably still be a couple of historical inaccuracies here and there. so for that I just wanna apologize in advance and say my bad. I have the entire story outlined, including the current number of chapters it will probably take to wrap everything up, but considering this whole thing has sort of taken a life of its own at this point idk what to expect anymore lol. I'll do my best to update it when I can based on life and work and everything else. !!!please note!!!: the first few chapters focus more so on reader's back story and world building, so sukuna won't make his first full appearance right away, but he IS mentioned periodically leading up to that. so please bear with me until he arrives in all his glory lol. anyway, thanks for everyone who has shown interest in this story since I first posted about it the other day! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it 🖤 divider by sweetmelodygraphics

Southern Japan, 888 AD

Your head was pounding when you woke up. Just as it had been ever since you’d arrived at the temple. 

Well, arrived was too kind a way to describe what had really happened. Being forcibly kidnapped and imprisoned was a much more accurate description of how you had landed in your current situation. But the specifics didn’t really seem to matter all that much anymore. 

Nothing did really. 

You were still laid out in the middle of the floor of the small shrine you’d been confined to for the past two- or maybe it was four?- days now. You eyed the carafe of water to your right, and if you weren’t feeling so groggy and sick you would’ve crawled over to it and gulped it down. Hoping that the refreshing chill of it would help clear your head finally. 

But moving felt impossible, and you were so, so tired. 

A few days ago sleep would’ve been a welcome escape for you, but now it was just another prison you were stuck in thanks to the numerous talismans that were hanging on the walls around you. They had been smart to not leave any light sources in the room with you, or else you would have grabbed the nearest torch and burned them all to ash so you could try and make a run for it. But the only source of light you had came from the moonbeams that were shining in through the tiny window above you. 

The air was thick with smoke from the incense that had been burning ever since you’d been sealed in this room. Its sickly sweet aroma had made you retch when you first arrived, but now all it did was keep your mind fuzzy and your body heavy and sluggish. That paired with the ofuda that hung from floor to ceiling was just another tool used to keep you subdued and prevent any hope you had of escape. You couldn’t cross the threshold of the shrine even if you could get your body to cooperate. 

The faint chittering sound coming from the shadows let you know you were not alone. But you couldn’t bring yourself to look in the direction they were coming from. You didn’t want to see the empty black eyes of the creatures that had been assigned to watch your every move day and night. Not when you now knew the sickening truth behind how Hisato had created them. Binding dead flesh and bone together with-

You couldn’t even think of it. 

Your former master had never been one to shy away from showing the world exactly what kind of man he was. You knew that he was cold and cruel when you had willingly joined his side all those years ago. But somehow even you hadn’t thought he would be capable of such grotesque acts of depravity in his quest for immortality. 

Or perhaps deep down you’d known all along what sort of monster he truly was, choosing instead to ignore it by willfully turning a blind eye to his unhinged cruelty because of the protection and comfort that had been provided to you by dutifully serving under him for so long. 

You had been a fool. 

If Sukuna were here, he would wholeheartedly agree with you. 

He was somehow the one thing you could still see perfectly clear in your mind’s eye. You pictured him standing in this small room with you, towering over your limp body, his tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest as he glowered down at you with those fiery eyes of his. Challenging you to get up off your ass and do something. To fight like your life depended on it, because it did. 

‘Foolish, pitiful, girl,’ He’d say.  ‘This is pathetic. You’re being pathetic.’ 

You’d honestly give anything to hear him say those words to you right now, and the thought had you suddenly giggling to yourself. You didn’t care that your laughter was bordering on hysterical, but it was just so bitterly ironic that you found yourself wishing that the King of Curses was here to mock and scold you, considering that just a few months ago you had slapped him as hard as you could right across his face for insulting you and calling you names. It was funny how things had changed between the two of you in such a short amount of time. 

The knowledge that you might never get to be near him again weighed on you. To hear him tut under his breath at you for bothering him with your ‘useless blabbering’ even though he was the one who so often sought you out. To feel his blazing red eyes follow you from across a room. To be overcome with the heat of  his large body moving in tandem over yours. If you closed your eyes you could almost taste the sweat of his skin, and smell the rich, musky, scent of cedar and smoke from the incense that filled his chambers. In your mind it was so sharp it could almost mask the disgusting smell of the incense in your prison. 

Almost. 

You wished you could warn him about Hisato. You wished you could go to him and let him know that you were alive. You wished you could tell him where he could find you. You wished you could tell him to stay far, far, away. Because even if Sukuna did somehow manage to find you, even if he did somehow arrive here and challenge Hisato, there was only a limited window before the ritual would begin, and if Hisato was successful, not even Sukuna would be able to grant him a true death like he deserved.

In the distance you heard the sudden ringing of the large bronze bell that lived in the heart of the temple. It rang loud and clear- once, twice, and then a third and final time. Despite your distance from it, you felt your bones rattle with every swing of its giant body.

The chattering from Hisato’s creatures resumed, and this time it was feverish and loud. Their little shrieks and screams filled the room, and you could hear their talons scraping against the wooden floor as they moved their decaying bodies in excitement. 

The moonlight that shone into your room was brighter than it had been only moments before. It pierced through the thick wisps of smoke that filled the air like a sword cutting through a blade of grass. You turned your head and stared out the window as you watched as the edges of the full moon that hung so heavily in the night sky began to twinge with red. Red like blood. Red like Sukuna's eyes. 

It was time.

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[snivyartjpeg]

space dandy is one of my favorite anime ever so here's a real self indulgent rain code au where the detectives are space bounty hunters and shinigami is yuma's horrible alien parasite

(lore + spoilers below)(it's a lot so warning for that lol)

so like space mercs and bounty hunters are a classic right? imagine there is a whole ranking system on these guys ran by the intergalactic united government, and there's one guy who's the best in the business: a professional bounty hunter who has no name. he simply responds to his ranking- number one.

he carries out his work anonymously, his face only known by very few elites. born and raised to kill, he's really got no other identity to him.

he's never been fit for close combat, so he excels in stealth and marksmanship, as well as using his little genius mind to macgyver his way out of most situations

well eventually number one gets a little too cocky and gets fatally wounded on a mission. as he's dying, he hears the voice of an alien parasite who goes by shinigami. she's close to death as well without a proper host, so she proposes a deal: she takes over his body, and he gets to live. desperate to survive, he accepts, but the shock of her takeover knocks him unconscious and gives him amnesia.

by the way, shinigami works a lot like venom- she gives him super powers but also she does get hungry. yuma ends up letting her devour (read: she takes over his body and makes him devour) any hunted targets they kill.

anyway, now wholly dependent on her as a guide and life support system, number one manages to escape the planet he nearly died on and reach a trade center to find help. however, once he gets there, he is immediately chased by other bounty hunters and police. while running, he catches sight of a wanted poster, featuring someone with a face that looks just like his...

he finds what he thinks is an old abandoned ship to hide in, but turns out this worn down hunk of metal is inhabited by a man named yakou furio and his band of misfit outlaws that are also hiding from the fuzz. they have a big panic upon meeting, but all calm down and ask their newest guest how he got here. after giving his long winded explanation, number one gets accepted into the crew, and they name him yuma, after fubuki endearingly mispronounced the term U.M.A. (Unidentified Monstrous Animal, the thing the crew initially mistook yuma for).

the nda are all different types of aliens too! yakou is of a carnivorous race from a planet that's always raining. desuhiko is from a shapeshifting race of aliens that often blend into other planet populations. fubuki is a 4th dimensional time being, encased in a robotic body so she can interact with the lower plane creatures. halara is basically a furry from a planet ruled by anthropomorphic mammals (they look like some sort of gray fox). and vivia is like danny phantom- a guy who only half died thanks to a wormhole warp accident, so he can travel between spiritual and physical planes and cause anomalies. they've all got their own crimes and past, but they're all good people. will i ever draw them? hopefully someday!

anyway, this kinda plays out like a humorous, episodic show in which the crew go on odd jobs and missions to scrape by, all while trying to not get hunted as bounty targets. eventually things would get intense when they get attacked by a huge ship that's manned by a masked man... and this masked man seems to have it out for yuma, specifically. who is he? why is he attacking? whatever will this band of misfits do?!

i guess we'll have to find out next episode...

(or you can send any asks about this au. i WILL infodump abt it)

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Invisible string

Thomas x fem!reader

Starts pre-tmr and continues through basically the entire plot (movieverse) *but I did take a quick note from the books in how Thomas and Teresa are the Elites of Group A, and Rachel and Aris are the Elites of Group B

Notes: self indulgent songfic, switching povs, constant time skips, super long (4.8k)

Summary (important): soulmate au where you get flashes of what your sm is experiencing from one of their senses. Side note: you get more visions as you get closer to your sm

Warnings: canon typical violence, language (Glader slang and normal swearing)

[ Green was the colour of the grass ]

Thomas leans back, watching the screens with a small frown as Teresa types something out on a keyboard beside him.

You were sent into the Maze that month, and Thomas has mainly been monitoring you as he usually does with the newest Greenie. He prefers to keep an eye on them and see how they're settling in.

Suddenly, he feels a tug in his chest and his vision whites out. As he blinks, he sees a large grass plain. Tall walls come into focus too, as well as little farming areas.

As quickly as the vision comes on, it fades away, and he's in the monitoring room once again.

"Thomas!" Teresa taps his shoulder repeatedly, a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Thomas gives himself a shake and takes a breath. "I think... I think I just had a soulmate vision."

"What?" she gasps, incredulous. "What was it?"

"It was with sight; I saw grass... Bright green grass. It was the Glade," he tells her, shell-shocked as he gestures to the screens.

"Oh my god," she whispers. "Your soulmate is in there."

"Holy shit," breathes Thomas, spinning towards the screens.

He moves quickly, hands shaking as he pulls up the full list of Gladers. Subjects A1-A21 are in the Maze right now.

"Is it Y/n?" Teresa asks, eyes wide. You're the only girl in the Maze right now, so she automatically picks you out.

"Well I-" Thomas fumbles for the words. "I actually, um... it doesn't really make a difference for me. The fact that she's the only girl, I mean. I- I'm bi."

"Ohh," Teresa's confused expression clears she understands.

"Yeah..." Thomas runs a hand through his hair, biting his lip as he flicks a worried glance at Teresa.

"Well, that makes it harder for you then," she flops down in a chair, casually scrolling through the list of all boys’ names, except for yours.

Thomas exhales in relief, sending Teresa a small smile, which she returns, squeezing his arm in comfort.

"Did you see a specific part of the Glade? Maybe we can refine the possibilities," she says, finger twisting a piece of hair as she thinks.

"No, I mainly just saw the grass."

"Well that rules out Minho I guess." Teresa points to a screen showing Minho running through the Maze.

"Pity," Thomas responds without thinking.

Teresa snorts, "Yeah, it is."

"Oh, I did see the gardens. Maybe it's one of the Track-hoes, or Gardeners," Thomas suggests.

"Hmmm, but anyone could see the gardens. Look, Gally's building something right there, and Frypan's out grabbing ingredients."

Teresa laughs as Thomas wrinkles his nose at the mention of Gally.

"I mean, hey. You're still luckier than the rest of us," says Teresa, expression wistful.

These days most people just assume that their soulmate is dead; it's unlikely that your perfect person would just happen to be in one of the few safe places in the world.

At one of their meetings with the Group B Elites, Rachel had mentioned hearing terrifying Crank noises in a soulmate vision once years ago, and never heard anything from her soulmate again.

Privately Thomas thought she was lucky to have gotten hearing only, rather than sight or touch given the circumstances.

"I don't know... we'll see," Thomas replies worriedly. "The Maze isn't exactly safe either."

⭒----⭒

[ You ate at my favourite spot for dinner ]

Months later, both Thomas and Teresa have been brought up into the Maze. Unbeknownst to you, the Box had contained your soulmate that month.

But, you've never had a soulmate vision, and to be honest you don't really think about it at all.

You're simply impressed at the new Greenie, admiring his guts as he relentlessly pesters Minho, dead set on becoming a Runner.

You're not a Runner yourself, but most of your friends are in that group, like Minho, Ben, and Newt.

When Newt brings Thomas to your group for dinner, you immediately connect with him. You didn't get to talk to him on his first night, so you're pleasantly surprised to find that he's fun and easy to talk to.

One day, you're in the Runners' hut chatting with Minho. Runners have different schedules to the rest of the Glade, and usually end up eating late lunches since their morning runs finish a little later.

As such, you try to schedule your own work with Minho or Ben's runs, so they don't have to eat alone. Most of the Glade is eating lunch right now, while you wait for Minho to finish adding to the map of the Maze.

Suddenly, you feel a tug in your chest and your vision whites out. Even as you try to blink and clear your vision, you don't see anything. You get a weird feeling and start to... taste Frypan's stew? You're confused as you can sense the distinct flavour of the stew, but feel nothing in your mouth.

The taste then disappears and colour bleeds back in as your vision returns.

"Y/n! Hello? Earth to Y/n!" Minho is waving his hand in front of your face. "What the shuck..."

You come back to yourself with a jolt and a gasp.

"Mother- What the hell was that? I thought you were having a seizure or something!" exclaims Minho.

"It was a soulmate vision," you say shakily.

"Oh shuck. What was it?"

"What was what?" It's Ben, coming in from his shower.

"Y/n had a soulmate vision!"

"Shucking- keep it down!" you hiss.

"Well, what did you see?" asks Ben.

"I didn't see anything, it was a taste one," you tell them.

"Gross." Minho scrunches up his face.

"It was Frypan's stew."

"Hold on... OH," Ben realises.

"What?" says Minho.

"It was Frypan's stew," you repeat. "Which means my soulmate is here, in the Glade."

"Holy... shuck."

"It could be anyone though," you look out the window to where almost the entire Glade is just finishing lunch right now.

"Don't worry, we'll find them," promises Ben.

⭒----⭒

[ Bad was the blood of the song in the cab ]

You turn in a circle, staring partly in wonder and partly in horror at the destroyed city around you.

You and the remaining survivors have split up and are scavenging for supplies in the crumbled buildings, which provide shade in the sun of the Scorch.

"Hey Y/n, Thomas, check this out." Minho shifts a piece of debris aside to reveal a dented safe, with the door partially smashed in. He opens it and the three of you peer in curiously.

"It's just jewellery," sighs Minho.

"Just jewellery?" you and Thomas say in unison. He grins at you as he sticks a hand in to pull out a necklace.

"Look at all those diamonds!" he exclaims.

"And check out this gold," you add, lifting out some large earrings.

"Like crows, the both of you," says Minho, rolling his eyes and moving to look at other things.

"Here," says Thomas, holding out a dainty gold ring with a small emerald resting on it.

You take it with a smile and slide it onto your finger. "Thanks."

"Now, you pick something for me."

You grin as you carefully sort through the contents of the safe.

"Well, this looks perfect," you say, holding up a massive elaborate brooch, studded with diamonds and sapphires and rubies as you struggle to maintain a straight face.

"Ah, lovely," he snorts as you toss the brooch back in the safe.

You dig around and find a ring similar to yours, but with intricate engravings instead of a stone.

"Must've been some rich people living 'round here," he comments. "Oh hey, thanks." He takes the ring from you.

"Woah." You walk over to where Minho is, leaving Thomas with the safe.

"What is it?" you ask when you reach him.

Minho gestures to a case of guns. The glass is smashed in, and the wall the case is mounted on has mostly disintegrated, but the guns are intact.

"Hey, guys, I'm going over to see what Newt's got." You hear Thomas' call from the other room.

"Okay!" you call back, continuing to sort through the weapons with Minho.

"Hey they have knives too," he says excitedly.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar tug in your chest and your vision whites out. You hear a song playing, and you focus on the sound.

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

As your other senses return you feel Minho's hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n! What happened? Did you have another soulmate vision?"

"I- yeah." You'd assumed your soulmate was dead after the bloodbath that happened when you escaped the Maze. But apparently they’re still alive, and the options are narrowed down to the small group you’ve got.

“Minho! Y/n! Get over here!” Thomas’ excited call rings out from the other room.

“What was it this time?” whispers Minho as you walk to the others.

“Hearing vision, it was a song,” you reply quietly.

“Check it out!” exclaims Frypan as the two of you enter. “We found a record player.”

You step closer to observe the album cover. “Does it work?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yep, play it again Fry,” says Thomas.

When it plays, you hear the same song from earlier, confirming your thoughts. Your soulmate is right here.

“Pretty cool, huh?” comments Aris.

“Yeah…” says Minho distractedly, looking at you with a worried expression.

He catches up to you later, and the two of you walk at the back of the group, out of earshot of the others.

“So,” he starts. “Aris, Thomas, Frypan, or Newt.”

You nod. “But I don’t think Newt even…” you gesture vaguely. “Girls, you know? It’s one of the first three,” you say.

“Isn’t there some kind of special feeling? You seriously can’t tell even when it’s narrowed down to three people?” asks Minho.

Honestly, you’ve thought it’s Thomas for a while. It’s just- none of your visions have been absolutely focused on one person, and you’re a little worried that maybe you just have a crush on Thomas, and your real soulmate actually isn’t him. You can’t imagine how much that would hurt both Thomas and the real soulmate.

You can already see it; confessing your feelings for Thomas, having an awkward rejection, and then having Frypan or Aris walk up to you, deeply hurt by the fact that their soulmate liked someone else even when they were right there.

It’s just best not to touch the issue right now.

You can still discuss it with your friend, though.

“I mean, I’ve kinda liked Thomas for a bit,” you admit to Minho.

“Yeah? I could totally see that happening,” he says.

“Really?”

“ ‘course. Even back in the Glade, you guys were always… I don’t know. There was something happening between the two of you. Always whispering and giggling to each other. You looked like dumb shanks when you did that, by the way.”

You roll your eyes fondly.

Minho was right; there was always just… something, with Thomas.

At the start, it was just intrigue, which is normal with the arrival of a new Greenie. Then it became admiration for how determined he was to become a Runner. After that, it became a close, friendly bond, which has now evolved into you developing a crush. Great.

Oh, and you might be soulmates.

“You know, he used to change his lunch breaks for you too, Y/n,” says Minho.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I mean, I know you were always moving things around so you could have lunch with Ben and I, and we were all just friends.

“But Thomas would do the same for you, and only for you. Hell, he’d always ask for afternoon runs. Do you know how bad those are, especially after lunch? But no, he’d prefer to get a stitch during every run, rather than to miss lunch with you.”

“Oh, that’s… sweet of him,” you say, ducking your head to hide your smile.

Minho rolls his eyes. “Stupid shanks, the both of you. I bet he’s having a soulmate vision of this conversation now, and you’re just both too scared to bring it up to each other.”

“I’m not scared!” you insist.

“Oh yeah? Then go talk to him,” challenges Minho, jerking his chin ahead at Thomas’ back.

“He’s- he’s got a lot on his plate at the moment,” you say. “We all do.”

“And,” you continue, “I want to be completely sure before I go and ask about it.”

“Sure,” replies Minho.

⭒----⭒

[ Cold was the steel of my axe to grind ]

Thomas has been having soulmate visions, there’s no doubt there.

It’s always the same. Tug in his chest, vision goes white.

So far, he’s heard the snoring of Gladers at night, and smelled the soap and stagnant water from the showers (that one had been hard to place; he had to think about the faint scent for hours until he realised what it was).

But, all of his visions have been super vague. In the Glade, he had no clue who they were, and now he doesn’t even know if they’re alive, cause he hasn’t had a vision since escaping.

Right now though, he’s mainly focused on keeping his friends alive. They’ve just found the Right Arm, and he goes to check on Teresa.

She’s been acting weird all day, and is now just standing ominously on a cliff side, so he wants to make sure everything’s alright.

His stomach drops out when he realises what she’s done, and soon hell is raining down as WCKD arrives and starts shooting.

“Where’s Y/n?” he shouts as Newt and Minho gather behind Vince to join in the fight.

“I don’t know!” Minho shouts back over the gunfire and screaming. “Last I saw her she was going back to check the medical tent.”

“Shit,” says Thomas. Said medical tent is now on fire, so she must’ve gotten out. She definitely got out, he tells himself.

They start to lose the fight, and WCKD officers start tying up members of the Right Arm, including Aris and Sonya.

Thomas knows he’s lost when Janson shoots Mary.

Fuck it. Thomas isn’t letting anymore good fighters be taken by WCKD.

And, he sure as hell isn’t going back himself; he’ll die before he does. And it might come to that.

“Stand back!” he yells, waving a control with the bomb trigger on it. “Get away!”

“Let ‘em all go!” he demands, the control held aloft like a weapon.

His feels his friends move to stand behind him in solidarity. They’re all going out together. He falters for a second as he wonders where you are.

“Don’t do this,” pleads Teresa. He ignores her.

“We’re with you.”

“Do it Thomas.”

“We’re ready.”

At his friends’ support, Thomas squeezes his eyes closed and touches the trigger.

“Thomas, I don’t think you want to do that.” It’s Janson.

A WCKD officer steps aside to reveal the Ratman himself, holding a knife to your neck.

Thomas feels a tug in his chest, and his vision whites out. His first thought is not now, until he feels cold metal and a slight pressure on his throat.

It’s a quick vision, and he comes back to himself after just a few seconds, but it’s long enough that he ends up staring at you, a devastated expression fixed on his face.

It’s okay, you mouth at him. But you don’t know what he’s just realised.

Thomas’ finger stills above the button. He can’t do it, not with you right there about to be killed or captured.

Before he can think, a huge car crashes through WCKD’s forces, Jorge at the wheel.

Thomas and his friends kick into motion, moving out of the way of Jorge’s truck, and Thomas turns quickly to watch you spin away from the WCKD guard, stealing their knife and running off.

He grabs you and runs, but the whole group is helpless when Minho is shot.

“Get her out!” orders Janson, directing WCKD guards to protect Ava.

Before you know it, WCKD decides to leave with what they’ve got, and they fly away on their Bergs with prisoners in tow.

Thomas stands frozen in the desolate area. He looks away as silent tears roll down your face at the loss of Minho.

“Pack up what we’ve got,” says Vince in what can almost pass as an unshaken tone.

By sunrise, Thomas has decided: he needs to rescue Minho.

He gives his speech, and soon he’s got a bunch of allies on his side.

His heart skips as he meets your eyes, and despite everything that just went down he’s still reeling from the realisation that it’s you. You’re his soulmate.

“Nice speech,” you say, approaching him with an encouraging smile.

Thomas doesn’t reply, and instead pulls you into a hug. You make a soft surprised noise, but lean into him. He’s breathing shakily as he presses a kiss to your temple and rests his forehead on yours, eyes closed.

“Thomas, what-” Thomas ignores your confused words and tightens his arms around you.

After pulling away, he swipes tears from his face with the back of his hand, before leaning into you again, this time bending so his head rests on your shoulder.

He leans back again, gently touching your cheek with his hand. He watches your eyes shine, the colour brightened by the sunrise glow. Your hand comes up to loosely hold his wrist.

“Okay.” His voice is scratchy when he finally steps back.

“Are you alright?” you hold onto his hand, brow furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair and gives you a casual grin, like nothing happened.

⭒----⭒

“Newt.”

You’ve travelled for a while now, and the group has stopped to set up camp for the night.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You pull Newt aside to talk.

“Is Thomas okay? He was acting weird this morning.”

Newt sighs. “I mean, I don’t think any of us are alright really. I haven’t heard anything from Thomas specifically.”

“Okay.” You comb a hand through your hair, frowning. “Never mind, it’s alright.”

“You sure?”

“Yep, don’t worry.”

⭒----⭒

[ Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine ]

“Just leave me.”

“No, keep moving,” you snap, terrified at the hopeless way your friend speaks. There’s no way you’re abandoning him.

You wince, gritting your teeth as your shoulder jostles against the wall.

That fucker Janson had shot you in the arm as you jumped from the building.

“Minho, you can go. Run and get the serum.” It’s Thomas.

“He’s right,” says Gally. “I can cover.”

“Y/n, go with them.”

“Are you kidding? There’s no way I’m leaving you.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time for this.” Thomas scrubs a hand down his face. “You’re losing too much blood.”

You groan, knowing he’s right. “Fine.” You stand abruptly and start moving in the other direction, but then you stop and turn.

You run back and throw your good arm around Thomas. “Be careful,” you whisper.

He nods, and you turn your attention to Newt. “Hey, stay with us okay? I need to see you at the end of this. Promise me we’ll see each other again.”

Newt’s eyes take a moment to focus on you. “I promise.”

You, Gally, and Minho start off towards the Berg where Brenda has the cure.

You move as quickly as you can, with one hand crossed over your body and protecting your shoulder.

You’re almost there when you skid to a stop abruptly, feeling a tugging sensation in your chest. “Wait, Min-” your vision whites out.

You try to focus each of your senses, but you can’t hear or see anything. Smell and taste aren’t happening either.

You’re starting to get confused when suddenly you feel a blinding pain in your chest, near your heart. You try to scream, but there's no sound.

You come out of the vision panting and shaking, and Minho's panicked shouts and Gally's concerned hovering return in a rush.

"I- I'm okay," you say, steadying your wavering voice.

Minho crouches in front of you as you melt to the floor, your legs giving out.

"Vision?" he asks.

You nod, eyes unfocused as you think. Where would the pain have come from?

Then you remember. Newt had a knife. Shit.

You stumble to your feet, grabbing onto Gally's arm for support.

"Thomas- I need... I've got to get back to Thomas," you say, still reeling from the vision.

You blink fast and shake yourself to clear your head. "First aid kit, over there. Help me get it," you tell Gally.

"Shucking... okay, fine."

When he returns, you grab bandages out and thrust them towards Minho. "Quick, Thomas is running out of time. Help me do it."

After a moment's hesitation, Minho wraps your wound tightly, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"Okay, you two run and get the cure. I'm going back to help Thomas."

Your tone leaves no room for debate, and you turn and run back to where Thomas was last.

You steel yourself for the fight as you run. As Teresa's voice comes over the announcement system, you use her as an energy source to draw from. The rage at her betrayal propels you, and your pace increases.

You find them in an empty station, a gun forgotten on the floor and a knife clutched in Newt's fist.

"Thomas!" you shout, running in.

Between the two of you, you manage to hold off a Cranked-out Newt. You work together to get the knife away, and duck away when he lashes out.

"Thomas! Y/n!" you can hear Minho yelling from nearby.

"Over here!"

Brenda sprints in with the cure. "Help me hold him down."

You each grab one of Newt's flailing limbs until Brenda can inject the cure, and sigh in relief as the black veins start to recede.

"The cure is only temporary," says Thomas, straight to the point.

You meet his eyes. "We have to go to Teresa."

You turn to the others; Minho, Brenda, Gally, and Frypan. "You guys help Newt get out. Get to the Berg. We'll bring the cure."

You see Thomas hesitate in the corner of your eye as he opens his mouth to object to you coming with him.

You stare him down until he tosses his hands in the air. "Fine," he huffs.

When you get back to WCKD, you watch Janson kill Ava Paige.

Then Thomas watches you kill Janson with a swift, clean bullet to the heart.

When the Ratman falls, Thomas looks at you in surprise for just a second, then follows you as you stalk towards the elevators.

You find Teresa and give her a sample of Thomas' blood.

You hold your gun up again when she doesn't start making the cure at first.

When she's synthesised 10 vials of the cure, you walk out with Thomas. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn't even look back at Teresa, and neither do you.

⭒----⭒

"How'd you know to come back for me earlier?" asks Thomas once you've gotten on the Berg. “...you knew I was injured.”

You stay silent for a bit, gently cleaning his stab wound with a washcloth.

He lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "Y/n," he prompts quietly.

You pull your hand away, dropping the washcloth.

You give him a look.

You know he knows the answer. He knows you had a soulmate vision, just like you eventually realised that his weird behaviour that night when WCKD attacked the Right Arm was due to his own visions.

You both know you're soulmates. And you both know the other knows it too.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, before lowering his hand to cup your cheek.

You flick yours eyes up to his before pulling back slowly, returning to your medical kit and tending to his wound.

"Y/n," he whispers again.

"Not now," you say softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and hoping he gets what you mean.

Now isn't the time to address being soulmates. It's not the place for anything even remotely romance-related. You just- you need to get out. Get away from WCKD, before you can move on to... this.

He nods, eyes full of understanding.

You sit in peaceful silence, simple enjoying each others' company until Minho barges in and insists you come out to see the view.

You lace your fingers with Thomas' as you look out over the Safe Haven, a gorgeous coastal village stretching out below you.

It feels like a home.

⭒----⭒

”Oi! Let’s get going, Vince said meet at sundown.” Newt bangs on your hut door front be outside.

“The sun isn’t even fully set yet!” You yell back. “You go first, we’ll meet you there.”

“Slinthead,” you mutter.

Thomas snorts from his position on your bed, leisurely stretched out and lying on his back with his head near the foot of the bed.

You bend to pick up the fallen cards from the game you were just playing. As you organise them, your gaze wanders towards Thomas.

He tilts his head back over the bed so he’s looking at you upside down. That can’t be good for his neck, you think.

“What?” he grins at you as he flops back over.

“Nothing,” you say, turning away with a smile.

He gets of the bed and walks up to where you’re standing by the door. “Are we going…?”

You consider him for a moment, looking up at his face. Then you rise slightly up on your toes and press a kiss on his lips.

You pull back to see his reaction.

He blinks a few times. Then his face breaks into a wide grin. “I wasn’t ready that time, we have to go again.”

You lean up and give him another quick kiss on the lips before pulling away again.

He gives you an unimpressed look. “Y/n…” you laugh at his whine and kiss him for real this time.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he tugs you in by the waist, sealing his lips against yours.

Your movements are sloppy and inexperienced, and you giggle into his mouth as your noses get in the way.

You can feel him smiling against your lips too, and you tilt your head to help fit together better.

You both start to pick it up a bit more, and you gasp softly as his tongue probes experimentally at the seam of your lips.

He leans away, an apology already in motion, but you pull him back and try dipping your own tongue in.

You move unintentionally and end up with your back against the door.

There’s a thump noise when your back hits the door, and you hear footsteps stall outside.

“Hey, guys are you coming to the meeting?” It’s Gally.

“Shuck, man do you think they’re doing it?” Minho’s voice sounds a little further away.

Thomas leans on the door with you, groaning in embarrassment.

“Fuck I think Thomas just moaned,” says Minho.

“Move, move. Leaving now.” You hear Gally ushering Minho away.

As their footsteps recede, you and Thomas stare at each other for a few seconds.

Then you collapse into laughter on the floor, doubling over when you see Thomas’ face.

“Okay. Okay. Shuck. Are we presentable?” you ask, pulling yourself together.

“Shuck no, your lips are so red.” His embarrassed smile turns into a smirk, and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, let’s just go. It’s not like everyone doesn’t already know,”

While everyone does know, you do get hell a lot of teasing comments and amused glances that night.

⭒----⭒

[ Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies ]

There’s a familiar tugging sensation in your chest, followed by your vision whiting out.

“Hey, you picked a good day dude the sunset looks shuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Wait, shuck. Minho where’s the goddamn food.”

“I don’t know! Ask Frypan.”

“Newt, a little help here?”

“No way man, you got yourself into this. Besides, it doesn’t even matter; she’s gonna love it no matter what.”

“Yeah, but I want it to be perfect.”

You duck your head, smiling as you come out of the vision.

There have been many strolls on the beach and make out sessions (you’re both getting really good). But, this is your first actual date with Thomas.

The sky is starting to fracture into pieces of blue and purple. “Brenda! Help me get ready for my date,” you call.

“You know I’m just gonna make fun of Thomas and judge your clothing choices, right?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Wow. This fic had no business being as long as it ended up. Anyway

Something I noticed is that I’ve been pretty sympathetic to Teresa I my writing, or at least in aitd. But not here! 👏👏 Not really a big thing just something I found.

Thank you for reading 😊

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you are an idiot (i missed you) (1.6k - 475 kudos)

wrote this on a whim, blacked out and pulled this out of nowhere, my first fic for aftg and really just an excuse to write Andreil being married for convenience™

The best, and arguably the only, good part of playing on opposing teams from your husband was getting to play a match against him. Therefore one could say that Neil was very excited about getting to play against Andrew tonight. Not only because for the first time since the season started they'd finally be in the same State and City (And later after the game, the same house) but also because Neil thought Andrew was 100% hotter when he was playing (Not that he would tell him out loud), and seeing him live was definitely better than seeing him on a screen. There was also the added bonus of the infamous Minyard - Josten Rivalry. Or Neil and Andrew are having too much fun with their rivalry until someone else takes it too seriously, and then they have a talk.

Being a not native english speaker means that fanfic does teach me a lot of stuff, namely vocabulary this year stars some bangers

Saccharine

Ubiquitous

Litany

Chagrin

Filibuster

I created a total of 19 docs, which doesn't mean there's 19 fics there, but it also doesn't not mean it

Alex's POV wins with total of seven fics

Six fics have the tag of Alex Claremont-Díaz Speaks Spanish

Three of my wips have an outline longer than 10 pages

there's a 30%? chance I will write smut at some point in the new year

my funniest doc title is "If you have religious trauma and you know it clap your hands"

This year has been crazy, for many reasons but I'm glad I found this space and I'm glad I'm back to writing, and on top of it all I'm glad of being able to meet so many because of it.

And the year is not over yet! There's still more to come!

I'm tagging a few people, don't feel pressured to do this but if there's anything you feel proud of I'd love to see it @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @littlemisskittentoes @ssmtskw @raysletters @14carrotghoul @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04 @everwitch-magiks @sherryvalli @rockyroadkylers

[badkarma1998]

Super self indulgent Spiderverse AU for my ocs??? Yes. Yes it is.

(More self indulgent details under cut)

There's two spiders in this reality

Since originally Stella is a vampire who was turned to save her dying from Lukemia, now the spider that bites her saves her life

Her family still thinks she's dead except for her brother who she goes to freaking out

Effectively she is a homeless runaway who's fighting bad guys because what else is she gonna do?

Elliot gets bit the same day his dad dies (gotta keep my canonical deaths sorry Ellie)

Maybe the spiders are both being studied in a hospital and it's the same one Stella and Elliot's dad are in

If you lose your mutant spiders in a public hospital maybe you should fumigate or something

Anyways Elliot has the more classic spidey freakout when he starts getting powers

Hijinks ensue and his sister finds him stuck to the ceiling and immediately makes it her mission to play sidekick/guy in the chair

He sees Stella fighting villains and is like "oh shit! Im not the only one!" So of course he has to meet her

He ends up entering one of her battles trying to help

He does not help because he's a sweet unpracticed baby spider so he gets in the way

Villian escapes, Stell is mad, Elliot somehow convinces her to let him help her track the bad guy down/teach him how to get good

When they finally get the bad guy, Elliot's sister ends up in the cross fire and dies and its the most tragic (again canon deaths I dont make the rules)

Durring all of this Zack is super invested in these new literal superheros

He starts getting suspicious when Elliot starts acting weird + one of those superheros is wearing the same hoodie as Elliot usually does

Elliot saves him from something and says something dumb that absolutely confirms his identity to Zack

Good thing Zack is ride or die and definitely the love intrest

After Emily dies Zack steps up to help Elliot out despite Elliot's very angsty anxiety that Zack will be next

And that's all ive got, and if anyone actually read that ilu <3

[devilruin]

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✧ @abbacchiosbelt ― hayley has such great ideas that i just want to pick apart their brain to see how they come up with such splendid thoughts! they're honestly such a fun person, i want to give them all of my love and then some!

personal picks : stuck in a wall with genshin men (reader's just like "oh won't someone come save me? wait... not like that!") , glory and gore with toji (funny story, i didn't know they wrote this and posted the link in a server we share and they were like !!! i wrote that! needless to say i was super embarrassed) , yandere kaeya headcanons (i just think he's neat when he's unhinged) , arranged marriage with diluc (oh nooo what a terrible thing to have to deal with...), and someone great with gojo (gods he walks the line of infuriating/bearable every damn day)

✧ @after-witch ― theo has perfected the art of suspense. her immaculate pacing within her stories always blows my mind, and there has been a few times where i've gone "WHAT!?" while reading some of her works!

personal picks : good as gold (the ending of this! i love the implications sm), wife or death (its always morally correct to make a deal with the devil in one's time of need), alone in the dark with gojo (he's is such a vile pos here... not that i'm complaining!) , a gift with sesshomaru (adore the chance to see sesshy being soft for once), love is the honey with chrollo (honestly reader, same.), welcome home lord scaramouche (the absolute level of bitchiness this man possesses...), glass half full with dazai (him taking advantage of another person's feelings? its more likely than you think!), character development with fyodor (how to gain his approval: read books together), suffrance with chrollo (seeing such a normally calm character snap will never not be satisfying to me), and act of contrition with chrollo (my hand twitched at the end with the physical NEED to slap this man)

✧ @bye-bye-sunbird ― big sis sunnie!!! sunnie is literally a ray of sunshine, she's so sweet and warm-hearted, she always makes me feel so happy when i chat with her! i swear her smile can melt ice and make flowers bloom!

personal picks : necessity with scaramouche (this absolute menace, i hope a bird poops on his precious hat) , yandere diluc soulmate au (diluc refusing to lose the few things that bring him joy, no matter what the cost is, is so delicious) , waltzing with the harbingers (note to self: do not step on their toes) , blaphemous with pantalone (the gods do not exist here in these snowy lands, but don't fret, for pantalone exists in their stead) , and forced marriage with diluc (fuck there's something so sexy about diluc when he snaps...)

✧ @cinnamonest ― lena is a dark content creater / momcon enthusiast / CEO of feral razor / raging kurapikasexual that never misses with her works (did i mention she's got a great sense of humor paired with a big brain?) i love her mei mei series and hope to use her profile template in the future!

personal picks : dad kaeya with his daughter (love all of this series tbh) , the genshin boys' reactions to being slapped in the face (her rankings are always spot on) , genshin boys' dick headcanons (all i can say is yes, this is permanently engraved in my brain) , genshin boys' choice of womb tattoos (sex magic go brr) , dad diluc with his daughter (he'd be such an insistent and possessive father for sure) , moribund with childe (i wonder how many people he'd kill in one go while coming after you. surely he can't go after too many... right? right???) , and crepus with his daughter (thank you lena for always indulging my depraved thoughts!)

honestly everything from her is just so good!

✧ @ddarker-dreams ― lock's mastery of the english language is always a sight to behold! she seamlessly connects minute details from the original work (anime / manga / show / etc. ) or even from some of her own works into her writings, sometimes with no one noticing! scarlet bindings with diluc has a few different references (most of which are obvious) ! she's also a giant sweetheart who i absolutely adore bouncing off ideas with, and wrote cold to the touch with kaeya for me!

personal picks : tempting fate with scaramouche (lil sadistic gremlin will get what's coming for him... eventually) , "your body won't lie to me" with chrollo (he's such a bastard here, i love it) , yandere tartaglia with a fatui recruit darling headcanons (the chilling realization that reader is stuck with him as a superior...) , break a leg with gojo (his insufferableness bleeds through the words here) , the snowstorm with childe (imagining the bloodthirsty look in his eyes as he's coming after reader is just hngh...) , entanglement with kafka (she really is both the unstoppable force and the unmovable object) , smoking gun with johan (the realization johan has after speaking to reader is so good... i could feel the heaviness in the air) , loaded question with arlecchino (i always did believe that she's the type to play with her lover in more way than one...) , aftertaste with kaeya and diluc (never a good time with both of them, that's for sure) , in your eyes with izaya (gaining his attention never ends well, does it?) , exodus with chrollo (ngl, chrollo you're looking real smackable right now) , entrenched with kaeya (the audacity of this man never ceases to astound me) , comfortably numb with chrollo (what is numbness if not acceptance? what is ideation if not desire?) , quid pro quo with chrollo (going to be completely honest this piece lives in my mind rent-free) , and hell within reach (this series has such a special place in my heart, i love lady avalor sm)

not gonna lie, you could probably read any of her works and leave full and happy (or binge them all for a good time!)

(fun fact: lock was the first person i followed, and is one of my biggest inspirations for writing, which is why i like to call her the goddess of yanderes, suspense, and horror)

✧ @dear-yandere ― vanny (or as i like to call her, the yandere queen or queen of yanderes) is another one of the great yandere writers of tumblr! she's also the owner of a big heart (honestly i think she possesses enough love to fill a few blue whale hearts) and is such a compassionate person, whose writing (and artwork) is top tier!

personal picks : diluc's crush dating kaeya (a jealous yandere diluc is always a good pick! ) , acquiescence with pierro (oh yeah, love this old man so much) , little dove with columbina (she's so hauntingly beautiful and also frighteningly eerie) , vladimir (league of legends) at a bar with his darling (can i bite him back? please???) , shuu sakamaki being slightly tsundere + mean (he says he's not looking out for a walking blood bag, he's just upholding his father's rule (like he ever cared about it in the first place)), hisoka being his usual perverted + creepy self (ugh he's so hot like that though) , mafia boss dazai osamu drugging his darling (mafia dazai just hits different) , memento mori (chillingly ironic since it's starring mori ougai) , and little lover (shared harbinger darling) , honestly another writer where you just can't go wrong with any of her works

✧ @hypnoswrites ― their way of crafting stories is like a master painter. each line is a brushstroke and every word brings a new color to the piece. by the time i've reached the last sentence, my jaw is on the floor, my eyes are wide, and i have to take a moment to compose myself (in a good way!) after reading.

personal picks : nightly visit with astarion (fuck he's insufferable like this and im all for it) , quality time with shalnark (the only words i have is oh fuck, he's so manipulative with a soulmate) , heard through the grapevine with shalnark (all i can say is holy shit. i love reader's nen in this and the pacing is exquisite!) , spider cave with chrollo (the utter despair of knowing that everything you did was for naught is such a bitter taste and i gulp it down like the sweetest honey) , to prove oneself with hisoka (fuck yeah reader get his ass!) , and dissonance with demiurge (anti-magic runes? engraved in the walls. hidden listening device? secretly planted. hotel? nazarick.)

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[childofsardior]

ASKBOX CURRENTLY: CLOSED!

I'm now accepting asks about my Super Mario personal Headcanon/AU.

I will keep this post as the Ask Rules Post for the future!

vvv Please read below before asking! (This is the first time I open my askbox so I will probably add rules and update this post in the future if I need to.) vvv

1. Be kind, thank you!

The world is already a scary place, let's not make it worse being rude on purpose. And always remember that behind the screen there are real people with feelings just like you!

2. Please keep your asks related to Super Mario franchise.

I'm feeling willingly to talk a lot about my HC/AU! I may not reply unrelated asks.

3. I won't reply to asks that makes me unconfortable.

Please avoid asking me embrassing stuff, NSFW questions or violent/disturbing topics in general. I won't reply to asks that I don't feel safe for me, my characters or the blog :(

4. I could not reply to every ask.

I am a very shy little dragon. Sometimes I just don't know what to say or how to reply! This can happen under the comment section, too! So if I don't reply to an ask it can be possible that I just don't know what to say, or that I didn't understand the ask (be patient with me, English is not my first language). If I ignore some asks please don't feel bad about it, just ask me something else instead :3

5. Please don't spam the same thing over and over.

You are very welcome to ask me a lot of stuff! Just please remember that it will take me some time to reply and that I could not reply to specific asks, so please just don't spam the same ask/topic over and over and over if you don't see me replying!

6. This is not an ask-blog, nor a RP blog

I saw around LOTS of amazing Koopalings/Koopa Family ask-blogs, and they partially inspired me to open asks! But this one is my personal self-indulgence silly blog and I want to make it clear that I (Child of Sardior) will be the one replying to your asks, not the characters themselves (most of the time, at least). For the same reason, please don't do asks that involve roleplay since I won't do these here.

I think I will reply with text-only posts mostly, or with some sketches if I feel too!

7. No anon asks.

Anon asks will be turned off for now. I saw too many trolls in the past years while I was following great artists to feel confortable with it. But don't worry! I won't bite and I assure you I am very shy myself and silly ^o^ (and also a bit autistic too) so even if you are shy or if you want to ask ton of questions, you are very welcome here and please ask anyway!

(I will add/edit rules if needed! Sorry for the long post, I'm just setting some boundaries so you and I can be safe and chill from the start!)

[sniperct]

hullo! I suppose I've just been curious about Ithilrin, your elf OC. How did she get started? What universe(s?) is she a part of?

So for years my wife and I have taken our LOTRO characters and played and RP'd with them in various AUs and universes before we started to write something original with them (in a sort of technomagic type setting with fae, elves and humans(there's a human city that's more advanced in tech and certain kinds of magics, while the fae courts are high magic with some tech, and the elves are more like wood elves and traditionally naturey. But are related to fae. There are also dark fae which play an important role), along with air aspected dwarves). These are elves and rangers and regular folks who all kind of became interconnected over time playing the game and writing them.

And as we were writing some of this in that setting she just kind of popped into my head and announced her existence as the younger sister of two of our elves (granted she's still many thousands of years old, 8200 in LOTRO, 2800 in the original setting)). She ended up filling in some key missing bits in their backstory and is now firmly one of my favorite OCs. Everything tends to revolve around her siblings and her (and their immediate circle which ended up with several polycules)

So was easily backfilled into LOTRO and quickly spread to other MMOs I play lol this got long. But her most filled out settings are LOTR and the original universe. I don't actually play her in FF14 but she's a viera there, I did roll her up.

In the original setting (which is super self-indulgent ngl) she was presumed to be dead for a few thousand years, due to being run through by her father but had been revived from near death and working with a group that was uh, they do a kind of ritualistic sex work. Magic that improves the harvest and the planting, and also a lot of general therapy type stuff. (in hindsight, the companions from firefly and Inara in particular may have played a subconscious role in developing Rin).

Because of that and assorted past trauma's she's a champion of consent/safe words, and a very do-what-you-want-but-don't-harm-others kind of person.

In most settings she's a noble at best (in LOTRO she's the High Elf race, specifically a Noldor from Valinor. High Elves in LOTR are those that saw the light of the trees).

In the original setting she and her siblings are the heirs to the Lunar court and also aspects of assorted concepts and gods. Her brother is the chosen of war, her sister is death, and she's chosen of the moon. Chosen in this universe act as both high priestesses and also vessels of their goddess(sun/moon/various seasons, etc) and will all eventually replace their goddesses by taking their power into themselves, but as themselves rather than being deities themselves.

So right now she's the Queen. Her brother is older but he married the Sun chosen so is king there now. Her sister was removed from the line of succssion. I could go into all the other characters (like the mermaid pirate captains and the messengers called the Crows and Lomea the Queen of the summer court who long time followers may have seen in other forms ;) Or Rin's brother in law who has the gift of seeing the past clearly.

And then there's the heir to the abyss who's mother is the mother of monsters and rules over the city that is the last safe place for the dark fae and adheres to darkness doesn't necessarily mean evil)

So they need to replace their gods and then kill God himself because he keeps 'restarting' time since nothing goes right and there's always darkness. So that'll be fun. Oh but first they have to kill their father, who's basically satan, three times as was foreseen. And then the fatesinger (this was before endwalker lmao) will speak and undo the world so they can sing in a new world, imperfect, but a world of their choosing. And darkness must exist for there to be light, etc etc. The mother of monsters is very invested in making sure there's room for her and her kind in this world. (and they have to kill god before remaking the world, or before he remakes it, of course)

(Illidan voice: I AM MY SCARS)

Her lover is an elf who's a wolf-spirit/shifter and said shifter's twin sister is also often involved, while also being with the Summer chosen maiden.

(My PFP is Ryscewen, aspect of Chaos, and one of the few who remembers the worlds that came before. (She started out as Fox in another original setting my wife created many years ago that we would like to also finish some day) her love is raven, who is the fatesinger who cannot speak because if she does it will kill those around her. Hence when she speaks it will end the world)

She became, in a way, a vessel for exploring darker and more taboo subjects

[dangerous-disposition]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

It’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

I was tagged by @pizzaqueen (thank youuuu)

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

OKAY now full disclosure, since I use scrivener, the file names are shit like "fanfiction" and they're all in one singular project, and i've titled each individual part of the "project" already except the one thing so y'all are getting titles.

WIPs:

i'll burn that bridge when i get to it

because no one can break my heart like i can

i can't tell where you end and where i start

spent all winter waiting for the sun to arise

the one about dio

Snippet (from spent all winter waiting for the sun to arise, my super self-indulgent modern au fic where Steve has my IRL job and Eddie is a rockstar):

“She has you so whipped, Steve.”

Steve sat on the staging table in one of the banquets storage rooms and eating a plate of leftover food from a buffet they just cleared. They affectionately called this storage room Dustin’s “office” since the banquet server was most often working events and using that staging and storage area.

He gave Robin a baleful glare as he shoveled another scoop of ravioli into his mouth.

“Yeah, dude, why are you even letting her boss you around? Just tell my mom,” Dustin said, popping open a can of soda.

“I’m not gonna tattle to your mom, Dustin,” Steve sighed heavily.

“Yeah, because Nancy Wheeler has you whipped,” Robin repeated, rolling her eyes. “She’s totally taking advantage because she knows you’re still not over her—”

“Okay, first of all, I am totally over her, like one-thousand percent over her,” Steve said quickly, pointing at Robin. “And she said she doesn’t trust the event managers to handle bands or film crews, and honestly? Valid.”

“I don’t know enough about rooms to dispute your expertise in them,” Robin admitted sadly, grabbing another fancy little brownie bite.

“You don’t know anything about rooms,” Steve agreed, smirking at her. “Anyway, it’s one group, and they’ll probably cancel anyway.”

“Why do you think that?” Robin asked.

Steve heaved a big sigh as he settled in to explain as simply as he could. “Half the time bands will cancel, usually because their tour got all fucked up for one reason or another. Anyway, this group is booking their rooms three months in advance. There’s no way they’ll actually come.”

“But you said they’re traveling with a film crew, right? Wouldn’t they have a pretty strict filming schedule?” Dustin asked, and Steve shrugged.

“No idea,” he replied.

“Who’s the band?” Robin asked, and Steve shrugged again. Robin scoffed. “Seriously? You don’t know?”

“I know they’re a metal band. None of the paperwork says the band’s name, and the rooming list has fake names already,” Steve replied. “Typical procedure for higher profile bands, so they might be a big deal. I don’t really care, honestly.”

Just as he finished saying that Steve’s phone started ringing.

“Hey, this is Steve,” he answered without actually looking at the screen.

“Hey, I know you’re on your lunch, but the tour manager called asking about the rooming list,” Nancy said, her tone apologetic.

“Revisit the first half of that sentence, Nance,” Steve said, but he was already putting his plate aside to hop down from the table.

Robin made a whip-cracking noise with her mouth and rolled her eyes.

“I know, just— the tour manager seems really high-strung about it,” Nancy pressed, and she did sound genuinely sorry for calling on his break.

“I’m. On. My. Lunch,” Steve said slowly and deliberately as he waved goodbye to Robin and Dustin, slipping out of Dustin’s office.

“Fine, fine, just make sure you get it done before the end of the day,” Nancy sighed and hung up.

Steve let out a slow breath as he walked back to his office ten minutes before the end of his lunch break.

Tagging......

I know WIP Wednesday is over, but still, I wanna share the love a little bc i love y'all's writing, and absolutely NO PRESSURE: @patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @scoops-stevie, @steddieas-shegoes, @afewproblems (if I am adding u belatedly it is ultimately bc last night I was like "I'm missing ppl who am I missing" and my bitch ass was too tired after a long day being Steve From My Fic and getting my hair cut)

[scribbledquillz]

Self-Recommendation Tag Game

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

I was tagged by both @bumblewarden and @siriskulk - thank you both for thinking of me and for your patience, I know you tagged me forever and a day ago.

I'll tag back: @jinakadaisy, @buridanshorse, @transprincecaspian, @demandthedoodles, @icylook for my five. I don't know if anyone has or hasn't been tagged lately, but consider this a tag in! :)

1. Something you absolutely adore: I have to come back to my old reliable - Stay. This is possibly my most popular fic as of now, and my favorite to go back to to read. I love the five and one story telling style posts, and this one covered so many juicy points in Zevran and Revka's relationship in a really fun, stylized manner.

2. Something that was challenging to create: My multi-chapter fic encompassing all the major milestones in Revka and Zevran's relationship - Your Fire Burns In My Veins. Mostly because it's a behemoth of a piece I've been chipping away at as I have time and spoons, and because I've had to tweak and rework things as time goes on. I'm also not happy with the first chapter I have up for it, and think I might remove or rework it entirely at some point though it isn't a priority in any way. Still, it's a story about my favorite idiots falling in love, and I can't wait to be able to get to some of the scenes that've been in my head for them since I started shipping them.

3. Something that makes you laugh or smile: I'm cheating and listing two for this one, just because they're short one shots. >:) I did micro story prompts a while ago, and two in particular still stand out to me. In Dreams (prompted by @jinakadaisy) and Sea Change (prompted by @icylook). The former was a very fun experimental type piece for Revka and Zevran (surprising no one) from the perspective of a Fade spirit which was fun to toy around with, and the latter was a very self-indulgent look into an AU that may or may not ever turn into anything more substantial - but was still super fun to day dream about while writing.

4. Something that surprised you (how it turned out, how other liked it, etc.): My piece for Imakai Adaar immediately post breakup with Solas - Savagery. It's a piece I wrote on the fly, letting myself get really into the nitty gritty of emotions and the state of mind Kai would be in in that moment, and frankly I didn't edit it much at the time lol. I was so glad to see so many people outside of my usual circle of Tumblr friends liking and interacting with it, and it's given me a lot of enthusiasm for writing more for them when life allows.

5. Something you want other people to see: ...I'm going to cheat one more time and say Your Fire Burns In My Veins, just because A. I have a lot of juicy scenes in mind and B. lord knows I need the encouragement to get back into it when I can hahaha

[tractorbeamofwoe]

Hi do you think you’re done with writing or do you think you’ll ever come back to it? If you do pick it back up again who would you write for?

Hey, thanks for asking :)

This is gonna be a long ass answer so strap in lol. I’m not done with writing at all, or at least I don’t want to be done. There is still so much I want to say and get out there that I want to share with you guys. I still have so many WIPs and I’d preferably like to finish them before I die lmao even if you have to wait 40 years. Ik I’m kind of on a hiatus rn as far as writing goes (or at least writing for catfish anyway) but actually I am still writing behind the scenes. I do try and add to WIPs and chapters and I’m still having so many ideas. But it’s a long slow process and I just never feel like I can get these WIPs to a good enough standard to post them, or find the motivation/inspiration to finish them. You have no idea how much I’d love to continue Tyrants and the things in my head I have planned for it, but I’m just finding it super difficult and I feel awful for kind of abandoning you guys and abandoning all these projects for months at a time. I mean hell some of my fics haven’t been updated for at least a year. Maybe I need to bring back WIP weekends, if that’s smth you guys would like?

So to answer your first question, no I’m not done and yes I absolutely would love to come back to it when I’m in a better place. I’m also super super busy rn with final exams coming up and I’m starting uni in a few months too so lots of preparation going into that as I’m moving into an entirely new city. I’m just super tired all the time and I really do not write well when I’m tired I have all these thoughts but I get two sentences in and I’m out like a light.

To answer your second question, I truly don’t know tbh my fandoms have changed so much since I started this acc there’s so many people I would have loved/would still love to write for but I feel like obviously I have followers from a specific target audience it’s very hard to move into something else. Like I don’t wanna make people unhappy by writing other stuff yk? Basically I just don’t know what sort of reaction my writing will get (I mean the interaction on my fics are already bad as it is, I dread to think what it would be like if I posted something that appeals to absolutely none of my followers lol).

Ik I said I’d write some Stranger Things stuff and I actually have been! I’ve written a good chunk of the first chapter of a series I wanted to start, but again I just struggle to find inspiration anymore to finish it, but once I do I’m really really excited for people to see it. I’m still really into britpop too and I’m sure some of my mutuals absolutely wouldn’t object if I wrote about damon 😂 but I’ve just never really committed to getting any ideas down in writing yk? But I also kind of wanna move away from rpf sort of only because I find it kind of limiting with what you can do because there’s like an unspoken line you shouldn’t cross yk? Whereas fictional characters can kind of have endless possibilities. Especially ones that have their own universes and rules etc. And ik there’s nothing stopping me from writing AUs cause I’ve done several but idk it’s just not really quite the same. I kind of struggle with making original characters too which is not a handy weakness at all when writing series.

But ya then there’s the part of me that’s like hm I would’ve liked to have done some resdogs stuff, some bullet train stuff cause god knows there’s not enough fics of my fave films out there it would just be purely self indulgent tho.

but I also have like Leon Kennedy brainrot and my mate’s just gotten me on the mf wilbur soot/mcyt hype train which is a whole other can of worms I won’t get into in this post

But obviously I won’t do any of that until I finish all my old WIPs and requests for catfish, inhaler and Sam 💀💀

So basically if I came back it would be more of the same for a while and then suddenly just go completely off the rails. If you made it to the end I admire your patience I hope this wasn’t too boring to read. Love ya <3

[breitzbachbea]

End of the Year Review

I guess (?) I was tagged by @kitaychan - Thank you!

1. What fandoms did you create for?

Hetalia.

2. How many works did you make this year? Fics (posted on ao3 or tumblr or wherever), edits, gifsets, moodboards, playlists, fanart, vids, meta?

I don't think my historical musings for Hetalia AUs or Scenarios don't count as meta. Apparently I've added 4 new drabbles to the Drabble Collection, finished the last two drabbles for 'Tis but a scratch, published the last chapter and Epilogue of Italian Affairs, a new chapter for Herz auf Beat on Fanfiktion.de and published 7 One Shots (6 on ao3, 1 on tumblr). I've also wrote another TurGre One Shot and another part for The Amulet that are unpublished as of now.

3. What are you most proud of?

Finishing Italian Affairs and Part 4 of The Amulet (The Amulet is not yet published). I've been working on Italian Affairs since 2015 and to have finished it is a sensation that is quite hard to put into words. I've often been afraid I'd never see the day. It's such an achievement. And Part 4 of The Amulet, a story I've been writing and editing since 2017, was another thing I'd fuck up. But it turned out so incredible and gutwrenching that it really reminds me why I write and why I put so much work into it.

4. Any stats you wanna tell us about?

Between Me and the Goddess (and You) has a bibliography of 5 books :) (No but for real, I can't remember how many words I wrote this year or anything else).

5. What inspired you this year? Any specific works or creators?

I feel so bad answering this question because everyone else linked a bunch of people and their fanfictions (and I was among them), but there was only one fanfiction that truly inspired me. The İstanbul series by sadlygrove touched me deeply for personal reasons and it was so formative for how I approached the climax of The Amulet. It really put into words why this relationship is such a tragedy.

Aside from that, my inspirations were the usual - The world, its history and music. Maggie Kilgour's book "From Communion to Cannibalism. An Anatomy of Metaphors of Incorporation" really opened a third eye in terms of how to analyze and speak about my Like Father Like Son Series. Actually - I won't tag this person but you should check them out - it was @/catilinas cannibalism tag (Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed) that started the entire obsession with cannibalism as both tool for writing and tool for literature analysis. Truly inspiring - and now rereading my stuff is even more interesting, for all the unconscious Incorporation themes I've already included in my works throughout the years.

So yeah, I've used my term paper, which I wrote about the Bath curse tablets, for one drabble and I've read a lot of literature which left its mark on me. As did my trip to Palermo.

However, I do want to thank everyone who read my works this year, because it's still bonkers to me. @needcake (One day I will get around to read more of your stuff and maybe, maybe deliver some more neighbourhood AU), @shithole-state (I know I promised to get back to you on the ancient celts, sometime, my friend, hopefully), @fireandiceland @hetaari @kitaychan @i-declare-the-poland-rule @cunchishai @exi-stencil-ism @chaosintensifies.

I'm probably forgetting someone and I am very sorry for it. But it's so nice to see that people care! I feel almost bad that now I am already turning my back on producing content specifically for the fandom, when everyone welcomed be back in so wonderfully! But it's been great to meet you all and talk to you about certain things, about my writing and see someone else's perspective! If you ever left me a comment, trust me, it was the highlight of my day.

6. What’s a piece you didn’t expect to make? Why?

No Rest For The Wicked, because the the premise for this one was whacky as all hell for my standards (aka it felt super self-indulgent in its character selection) with a paperflimsy plot. But then I felt like going for it anyways, took a gamble ... and hey, other people liked it! And I've had one hell of a blast to write the different character relations in it, I'm very proud of the interactions and the piece actually helped me grow as a writer. (And I got to listen to Shimmy Shimmy by Takagi e Ketra ft. Giusy Ferreri on repeat for hours).

7. What are you excited to work on next year?

I really hope I'll get started on the rewrite of Irish Problems. Priority No. 1 right now is the last chapter of Herz auf Beat, which I also look forward to! As well as Part 5 of The Amulet, which then will also be finished! But man, I've got so many ideas for the rewrite of Irish Problems. I'm so excited to finally tell the story I've wanted to tell for years now. Like Father Like Son has been my life since at least 2014 (I started in 2013), so that's eight years I spent with these kids and their friends (and enemies). I just cannot wait to lay the groundwork for so many more adventures to come, for a complex but fun story with so many more characters. And to talk with people about the rewrite! The blessing of 2021 was that people read my stuff and finally, after years of isolation, I have more than three people with who to talk about my writing! It's quite freeing and thoroughly magical.

Tag some people!

I think everyone and their grandma already got tagged, but hey, if you see this and wanna do it - do it.

[imagine-your-love-story]

I totally relate to the "my F/O has a canon partner/wife and I'm a sad bean about it".

Two of my F/Os (who funnily enough share the same source) had two amazing girls. One F/O married with kid(s). Even if both their partners are deceased I often feel kind of.. idk. Unwanted? Like. Why would they choose me when they had the perfect partners. Are they even bi or pan?? I'm nothing like their previous partners and it's really nerve wrecking when I'm feeling down.

If anyone has advice I'm kissing y'all's feet fellow self shippers. The only thing that consoles me is that they'd like someone crafty and I am furiously clinging to that qjdjqjdnwkzka

Oh dearest darling anon, sending hugs your way!

There are several things to remember here:

1. Canon is only a suggestion.

Do you know how many of my f/os die repeatedly in canon???? I gotta shake things up if everyone is going to stay alive! XD Just because your f/o is [insert label here - gay, straight, married, single, etc.] in canon doesn't mean they stay that way in YOUR universe!

2. AUs are AWESOME

Alternate universes exist for a reason! If you can't imagine your canon f/o being bi or pan, then what about an AU f/o? ANYTHING can happen in an alternate universe! :D

3. It's okay to feel bad sometimes.

Sometimes, when you try to completely eliminate a feeling by telling yourself, "I shouldn't feel this way!" it makes you feel worse!

So let yourself feel bad for a little while.

But don't forget why you fell in love with you f/o in the first place. You were drawn to them for a reason. It doesn't matter if the doubts creep in and you think, "Oh, they'd never like me." But YOU liked them first! Something in their characterization spoke to you and made you feel safe and loved.

THOSE are the feelings you should always pay attention to!

4. It's fiction!

This is your playground! When we pick up books and settle in to watch a movie, we're seeking a story where anything is possible! Dragons! Masquerade balls! Super spy adventures! An epic shootout between the heroes and the bad guys where the heroes never get hit by a flying bullet ever!

When your brain says, "LOL fat chance", that's when you know it's time for, "I make the rules!" and you craft a story of your f/o that is so deliciously decadent and self-indulgent because you're here to have fun and enjoy yourself! ♥