#but some of you seem so cool and I wanna branch out more

[plugnuts]

Me: *follows 261 people*

Also me: I want more moots

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[sleepiexx]

Something He’d Overheard

James Potter x fem!Reader

Note: I’ve been in the marauders fandom for over 7 years now, I think it’s high time I write a fic for it. Part of my efforts to branch out into writing for more fandoms than COD.

Summary: James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student.

Warnings: some curse words here and there, bullying mention, overall rlly soft

Word Count: 1151

After countless fictional characters and random strangers on the street with pretty faces catching his burning ire, anyone who knew James Potter knew good and well that he was a lover. He had long believed in love at first sight, merely seeing someone eye-catching often sparked thoughts of budding romance, fantasies of how they would love and what their relationship would look like amongst other things. Soulmates and fate were a big concept to him too, for example his favorite book character, a headstrong witch who was kind and brilliant, well James had a hunch that in another life they were lovers.

He’d fallen in love just about a million times, and yet something about you was different.

You had caught James’ eye one day as he made the trek to the library to collect his good friend Remus for their group’s usual night’s worth of mischief. Your beautiful eyebrows were pinched together in anger, a sneer on your pretty lips, your voice was loud and firm as you scolded one of the usual culprits (a death eater in the making) for bullying a defenseless first year student.

Your hand clutched your wand intently as you damn near hissed the words, “you wanna try picking on someone who can actually fight back?”

They let out a scoff and left the scene, leaving you, the first year, and unbeknownst to you, James.

The switch between standoffishness and caring came like whiplash. Your tensed frame relaxed as you knelt down in front of the first year (those eleven year olds seemed to be growing shorter and shorter every year). Your dominant hand reached out and gently wiped away the younger child’s tears.

“Everything he said is bullshit,” you began, “he’s angry at the world, looking for someplace to fit in, and unfortunately it’s really easy to fall into the wrong crowd. You haven’t, and he’s jealous of that.”

The kid sniffled, pout still indented firmly on their little lips, “who would be jealous of me?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “plenty of people! You have a gift that a large part of the world’s population doesn’t possess, that’s something to be proud of no matter what other witches and wizards try to tell you. Heck, I’m even jealous of you.”

As you spoke a smile crept its way on the first year’s face, “you are?” They asked.

“Yeah, I am!” You nodded, “you’ve got six and a half more years left at Hogwarts to have fun and run about the castle, I only have another year and a half.”

“This place is pretty cool,” they muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your face lit up and you stood to your feet, offering the small child your hand so you could walk them back to their common room. You’d never seen the awe-stricken onlooker, but the scene was now burned into James’ mind.

It followed him to the library, where he convinced Remus to follow him to their other friends, a long walk that Remus spent listening to James drone on and on about you. It followed him to his dorm that night, and every other night for weeks leaving the marauders to know every single detail about you. And it most especially followed him to each of the classes you had together where James would stare at you and admire your appearance while daydreaming about you.

It was the third time that week that the scene had followed him to the lunch table when Sirius slammed his palms on the table, “I’m putting an end to this nonsense right now. You either talk to her, Prongs, or I will. And trust me, you won’t like how in depth I will go about those daydreams you’ve been having where-“

Sirius couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast James jumped in, “alright, alright! I have potions with her next, I’ll talk to her, I swear.”

The statement leaves the marauders satiated in conversation as they finish up their lunch and head to their classes.

In potions, James nearly decides to abandon ship, facing a new anxiety he’d never experienced before when dealing with a girl. He decides that maybe it would be best to keep to himself, too afraid to stumble on his words and make a fool of himself in front of such a pretty girl. All this is until Professor Slughorn proclaims that today’s assignment requires a partner. If there ever was a time to shoot his shot, it’s now.

He takes deep breaths, adjusting his posture and forcing his every step to radiate confidence before he reaches you, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to be my partner?”

You smile, “I’d love to! Fair warning, though, I’m not the best at potions.”

James bursts out into a giddy grin, “I’m willing to pick up the slack.”

“Unfortunately, I bet I’ll make you eat your words,” nonetheless you collect the ingredients as James collects the supplies.

When everything is together, James reads off the instructions. You follow them with great care, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your new, devilishly handsome potions partner.

You make to slice open one of the ingredients, as the instructions called for, but your knife slips, sending the damned thing hurdling straight towards your face. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for an impact that never comes, reopening them only to be met with the sight of the back of James’ hand.

“Holy shit,” you curse, “did you just catch that?”

James nods, almost surprised at himself.

You shake your head in disbelief, “if you weren’t such a good chaser, I’d suggest you take up seeking.”

Your statement renews James’ confidence, so you’d noticed him too?

“Can I show you how to cut it?” He asks, a smile on his face.

You nod, watching his hands intently, confused when he disappears behind you. You quickly piece together what’s happening when he grabs your hands with his own, handing you the knife and positioning you so that you slice through the ingredient like it’s nothing.

“Great job!” James praises, even though it was him that had done all the work.

You still take the compliment, grinning from ear to ear as he tosses the final ingredient into the potion, creating the rich purple color you were striving for, “we make a really good team, Potter.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “well what do you say we see if we make as good of a couple?” You feel blood rush to your cheeks, James further clarifies “Hogsmeade this weekend? Just you and me?”

And you nod eagerly, “I would love that.”

If Sirius thought James asking you out would be the solution to him raving on and on about you all hours of the day, he was sorely mistaken and he was about to figure that out as soon as James stepped into the common room.

[godisshook]

Casual

Cody is the ultimate fuckboy. He prides himself on never getting attached and only using others for sex. A path of broken people and torn relationships is left wherever he steps foot, and he just doesn't seem to care. He was a horrible boyfriend, but he was my friend regardless. In my defense, we had known each other since grade school, and I can confidently say that this is a recent development. The worst part of it all is nobody else seemed to care (aside from those he hurt of course) about his dating behavior.

I tried to be a balancing force in his life, as much as I could, hoping that I could be a good influence on him, or at least prevent him from doing as much damage as possible. I tried to steer him on the right path, using our friendship to hopefully help him understand, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. Usually, I was the first to know if Cody had entered a new relationship, but I stopped receiving those all-too-common relationship updates from him for months. Knowing his habit of being a serial dater, it seemed far too suspicious that something hadn't happened in all of this time.

In addition to ensuring Cody doesn't implode by ruining every relationship he had, it was also my plan to make this summer the best of my life, and that meant changing everything. I have only dated one guy, and that resulted in an incredibly underwhelming breakup and an even more underwhelming friendship afterward.

Our gym days had been a sort of ritual between the two of us forever, I always did cardio, while he did weights. We used this time to catch up on each other's days and make plans, all intermixed with some exercise. As one of our many rambling conversations soon circled to the topic of relationships, I used the moment to bring up my grievance with him, in the sternest way I could. Balancing seriousness with a friendly air, I said, "It is wild how you manage to be so bad at keeping a relationship." He replied, "Remind me, you've been with how many people?" With an immediate, "Oh, one!" Keeping up with the banter, I quipped, "But, I mean, at least my one relationship still likes me after." Even as the words left my lips, I knew I had crossed an invisible line. Cody's look at me only proved my thinking, as I glanced over to a blank stare.

The moment suddenly felt intense. I thought I had hit too deep, even gone too far. I steeled myself and prepared a response, but as I did, I noticed a smile appear on his face, soon replaced by a full-faced chuckle. As the sudden shift in emotion gave me whiplash, I could only manage a light laugh, but I felt his strong hand pat my back, as he said "I mean, if they hate me so much, they should take it up with me, but they all knew what they were getting into." The seriousness of his response was dulled by his kind demeanor, but his words hit hard.

He always had that effect on people, where his words never seemed to match his face. I always thought it was a quirk of his, but at this moment, I became aware of just how effective it could be. His disarming smile made it impossible to hate him for long, and his way with words always got him out of whatever jam he found himself in. As if nothing had happened, he said, "You wanna go on the treadmill?" Whether it was a strategic olive branch, or him just genuinely not caring, I did not care to know, I grabbed my water bottle and followed behind him.

As our workout drew to a close, I sat to cool down, and scrolled through my socials as Cody still migrated around the gym. He would soon place himself right between me, and a mirror on the wall. Looking up from my seat, I said, "Why arent you sitting down?" As if he took offense to the statement, he responded, "I have to admire my hard work first." Knowing that this was the least ridiculous thing he could have said, I replied, "Y'know what, knock yourself out." Before I could even properly go back to scrolling through social media, it became obvious why he chose this position, as he lifted his shirt to admire himself in the mirror, and chose to close the distance between us.

Cody had always made it obvious he had feelings for me. But due to my general aversion to dating and knowing his dating habits, there was never a chance for anything to happen. Despite all of this, he flirted as if we had never seen each other, which always yielded interesting situations. This felt like a nice shift from things, and I soon reassured myself, thinking that maybe I did actually get through to him, and all of these months were him reflecting on things. While I most definitely was going to exaggerate my role in this process, despite the true cause, it was fun to think about.

There were many days like that afterward, with quips and banter, and our friendship remained strong. He invited me to the park, an event that seemed very date-like, but one that was incredibly pleasant nonetheless. Weeks filled with the usual late-night texts, sudden house walks, and constant snack trips, things felt so familiar, so, safe. I reveled in this moment, as with our return to college, life would get busy, and we would inevitably fall out of touch, meeting in hurried coffee rushes, or quick workout sessions.

For now, there was peace, and I appreciated it whenever I could. After lounging my day about, I received a sudden text from Cody.

"Come to the gym," He texted.

"What do you mean, it's literally closed," I responded.

There was a second of hesitation, but a speech bubble quickly followed with an,

"I know."

It was weird, but he's had stranger ideas, and so I followed along, wanting to see what situation he had conjured up today. I arrived at the gym only ten minutes later, as it was a quick walk from my place. As I approached the door, I noticed it was already ajar, and in the parking lot, a single black car was parked at the far end. "Cody," I thought to myself. I entered, and the few lights that were on illuminated a path to the far back. With a tinge of paranoia overtaking me, I looked around to see if the cameras were on, but to my surprise, they had all been blacked out. When I finally reached the back, Cody was standing there, expectantly.

In a cool tone, he said, "I've been thinking about what you said a while ago, I do need to get my act together, I wanna do better." A look of surprise came over my face as I replied, "How so, and why does it involve us being here so late?" My question was met with hesitation, a moment of silence, but even that felt like an eternity. Breaking the lull, he responded, "Let me show you." He was serious, there wasn't even a smile to join his words, he wanted me to know he meant what he said.

Things felt different this time, as Cody closed the distance between us, I felt an indescribable heat and urgency emanate from Cody, as if everything in this moment was his world, and was waiting for my word to let loose. I had been able to resist his charms for years, but this moment felt, different. It was as if everything had aligned for this to happen, but it was just right. "I know you can't stand my dating habits, but I did it all to try to replace my desire for you.

My body gave away my feelings in a way words could not, and I leaned onto Cody and laid a kiss on his cheek. I whispered, "I should've done that from the start." The kiss elevated the heat of the moment, and a sharp intensity came over Cody, desire and joy mixing, as he assessed just how he was going to have his way with me.

Suddenly, I felt my knees hit the ground as his warm hands moved expertly around my chin, bringing my gaze up straight to him. "There's a reason I haven't been seeing anyone because it's always been you." His words lit a dangerous spark, and I could not resist anymore. But just as the moment was set to hit a fever pitch, a noise outside brought us back to reality. As the sounds of footsteps drew close, we rushed out the back door, and ran to the forest behind the gym, an escape route we were used to navigating for years. It was exhilarating, it felt like, in this small rush, we were back to being kids again. As we approached the other side, we watched our breaths for a moment, and after looking around to ensure we hadn't been followed, we walked up onto the sidewalk.

The walk was calm and serene, with few words spoken, but many thoughts still communicated. I felt my cheeks redden, a blush overcoming me. Cody took notice of it, but only his eyes gave away his knowledge of things, as he continued conversating as usual. In a second, as if he finally had his chance, he asked,

"You wanna go back to my place?"

It was obvious what his offer entailed, but there was a curiosity nagging at me, and I just had to resolve it. "What are we?" I asked. It was a brave question, I could have gravely misjudged the moment and ruined the friendship right here, but I felt bold, and it was a time for big steps. The usually calm and hesitant Cody became fiery for the moment, responding, "We're whatever you want us to be." It was clear what he intended with this, but it was my turn to hesitate. With uncertainty meandering throughout me, I replied, "Let's keep things casual for now, then." "Fine by me," he shrugged.

His arms went over my shoulder, bringing me close to his chest, where I could feel the intensity of his heartbeat. The rest of the walk back was silent. Where once there was small talk and expectant words, it was now a walk of resolution, one of completion. Finally arriving at his, I splayed myself on his bed, and turned on a movie, as he went to the bathroom to take a shower and change. Even though I snuck a peek (of course) things were relatively PG, likely due to me being too exhausted to actually capitalize off of him being in the shower.

I looked around his room, a place I had been to many times, and once I had seen change countless times over the years, as new aesthetics came in, and old looks went out. It was fun to see all of this change, and made me admire just how long our friendship had lasted. Just as I thought that the situation that I now found myself in could put the whole friendship in jeopardy. I had just told him I wanted to "keep things casual." Which I immediately regretted, not knowing what response he even wanted. With my overthinking taking up every moment, I couldn't truly enjoy the fact that my hot friend wanted to date me.

Taking in how I even got to this moment, things seemed so complex. The guy who I had been lecturing for ages on how to be a better boyfriend, somehow wanted to be with me? It seemed like one of those perfect coincidences like the stars aligned in my favor just this once. I was going to take it in stride but still was mired over what he wanted out of all of this. With my thoughts all over the place, it seemed fortuitous that the person to take me out of that lull would be none other than Cody.

His return from the bathroom resulted in him only in his boxers and a sweater, his bulge already noticeable as he walked out. As he sat down, I resisted the urge to drool on the spot. He sat right next to me and started watching TV. I could not resist the urge, and immediately laid my head on his waist, feeling his bulge just inches from my head. Both of us were making moves, but in a way that allowed us deniability, it seemed that we were each taking my words to heart.

We continued watching, only getting ten more minutes before Cody decided to lift off his sweater, revealing his muscled chest. He knew exactly what he was doing at the moment, and as I had to shift my head to accommodate him taking his sweater off, I was now face to face with his toned body. I had to admit, he knew exactly what times he was hottest, and this was definitely one of them. I was mesmerized by him, and he knew he had me enamored.

I decided to still resist, wanting to beat him at his own game. I sat close to him, resting my head on his shoulders, and laid my hand on his bulge, while watching the movie innocently. It was my bravest moment, but I felt his cock pulse under my hand in response, meaning I had clearly succeeded. Cody kept his cool for now, but his face was going flush, it was clear that his body was going to betray his mind when it came to how he felt, and that was most apparent when it came to his dick.

His bulge was getting more noticeable, and it was clear that this movie was no longer the focus of the night. I looked over and met with bedroom eyes from Cody. As his bulge grew, I knew what I was being beckoned to do, but I, always the tease, wanted to extend the heat. I laid a kiss on his cheeks, "You seem so excited to watch a movie with me," I quipped. A strained look came over his face as if he was simply waiting for the go-ahead.

I only gave him kisses, but he returned them with a special intensity. Small pecks became deep kisses, and we began feeling each other up and down. The moment could have gone further, the feeling was there, and the moment had aligned. To my surprise, however, Cody would be the one to stop it in its tracks. Separating from the kiss, he said,

"Please, just stay the night."

I was awoken by the smell of eggs and bacon cooking downstairs, and my nose guided my path to Cody cooking in the kitchen. It was obvious I made the right decision in staying, as Cody was set to dote on me every second he could. Hypnotized by the delicious-smelling food, I could only sit and grab a plate, as Cody said, "Take as much as you want, I made plenty," I confessed, "You are truly my favorite person." "I know," he replied.

I lounged about, enjoying my day by doing absolutely nothing. Even on Cody's bed, I felt a comfort that I hadn't experienced in a long while. Things just felt, right. As Cody ran errands, I watched TV, changing between reality shows and trying to beat commercial breaks. He would return occasionally, and always lay a kiss on my head or, if I had gone into one of my many naps of the day, simply leave a snack for me as he left.

As the lazy day drew to a calm evening, I stood up to go home. I had walked to his with none of my things and had to steal even the clothes I was wearing from his closet. Deciding that I had to go get my things, I stepped out, leaving a note for Cody on his return. Instead of the note greeting him, it would be me, as when I opened the door, none other than Cody was standing right there, having returned. He noticed me holding my stuff and putting things together in a second. Instead of letting his feeling be known through words, he simply dropped everything, and grabbed my waist, laying a deep kiss on my lips. As he drew away from the kiss, he said, "You don't have to go."

His disarming smile once again clouded everything, as it felt as if I couldn't say no. I said, "But none of my things are here." He immediately replied, "We can get it and you can come back." As I finally put the pieces together, I understood what he was truly asking. He had long wanted us to live together, and this was the moment.

I had lived by myself for years, and there would be worse people to live with, so I finally responded, "Y'know what, I can just use your stuff." Cody broke into a full smile from this, and he closed the door behind him and began kissing me continuously. The only moments we stopped were to come up for air, as we took off each other's clothes then and there, leaving on only the more base layers. I felt his bulge press against his shorts and decided to play with him a bit.

Maintaining the kiss, I brought the distance between us closer, pressing straight into his bulge. As I did, a jolt seemed to go through Cody, as he bucked against it, temporarily breaking the kiss. Grabbing me tighter he said, "You do these crazy things, and don't expect me to respond?" Before I could respond, he had lifted me up on his shoulder and was carrying me to the room. Seeing the kitchen and hallway move around me, without my legs being able to do a thing felt, different, but sexy nonetheless.

Finally reaching our destination, he took care as he entered the doorway, and finally getting inside, rushed to throw me on the bed, to which I exclaimed "Hey!" He quickly replied, "Your whole trip here wasn't allowed to be amazing." I giggled at this, and got up on my knees, beckoning the still-standing Cody over to the bed with a finger. He walked over in a sultry manner, and as the distance between us closed once more, I felt up his body, admiring every bit of muscle as I made my way down.

I took him by the waistband, and pulled him onto the bed, resting my body right beside him, able to feel every breath hit me, as his heartbeat pounded against his chest. It was a singular second of peace, we both knew where things would go from here, but in this moment, we were just laying by each other, without a care in the world.

The feeling was nice, but I decided it was finally time to take this to the next level. I moved our bodies closer to each other, and took his face into my hands, laying a light kiss on his lips. He took this for exactly what it was and returned the favor. With that, things heated up faster and faster.

After I initiated things, Cody truly let loose, our hands taking off what little clothes remained on the other's body. His dick, as if it was waiting to be released, bounced up from his underwear, and as I noticed, I could only laugh. "You really wanted this, didn't you?" I asked. "More than you could even imagine," he responded. Instead of taking off his underwear immediately, I teased his prominent bulge, guiding my hands up and down, and was met with a deep sigh in response. Taking a hand to his chest, I moved my hands down, taking deliberate slow care to every point on his chest, to which Cody took my arm to guide me further down once more.

Now noticing the position he had me in, Cody quickly took control, shifting my body under his, and taking my wrists in his hands, a steely stare meeting my eyes. Once again, there was hesitation, as he assessed what to do. Taking advantage of this, I asked with a chuckle, "What? You didn't think you'd get this far?" Instead of a response, however, my words were met with a sudden kiss, his lips pressing into mine, hard. The intensity of the kiss sent a flash throughout me, and his bulge now pressed against my thigh, as if it was waiting for permission to be let out. As a flurry of emotion came over me, I could only muster a single response.

"I'm all yours."

He moved like a man possessed, laying hot kisses throughout my neck, and moved my thigh up, in a moment, he moved down and began eating me out. His tongue worked expertly, and I could only moan in response, pleasure surging throughout me. A fire came over his eyes, as he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. With a flourish, he took off his underwear, and his cock was finally freed. I gawked at his size, unaware that someone's dick could be that big.

I took the initiative, taking it in my hands and jerking him off. It was now his turn to respond with a low grunt, his deep voice bucking against the pleasure he felt. Taking things into his hands once more, he grabbed the lube from his dresser, and wet his cock. As his tip entered me, I felt a wave of heat overcome me, as my body responded to him entering me.

Soon, he was fully thrusting into me, his cock filling me up entirely. Shocks of pleasure strike through me as he continued fucking me, with me only being able to make small moans, each thrust silencing me again. We fucked for what seemed like hours, trying each and every position. Each time I thought we were done, he would cum again, setting the cycle anew once more. Load after load filled me up, and soon I became numb, after being fucked to my limit. Cody, still full of energy, kept going. I found myself wanting to keep going, for him, and didn't want this moment to end.

I felt as if the world around me was blacking out, with my only focus being Cody's warm face, laying kisses all over me as he continued pounding me. In one final thrust, I was sent to true climax, and everything became hazy. Cody's voice would be the thing to break the fog. I focused on his words with his voice being a familiar sound to my ears.

"I'm addicted to you, did you know that?" He asked.

On the verge of blacking out, I replied,

"I always did."

[fairys-dream]

wolvie n snaggletooth!!

wolvie is specifically the version from exiles 2018(and i’d assume since there no violence in that universe that they’d likely be bestfriends instead of enemies)

i also wrote a short fic of em in the style of learn to read books⤵️⤵️⤵️

It was a cool sunny day at Xavier’s Playtime Fun School.

Wolvie was playing by himself at recess. It wasn’t that he didnt have any friends, it’s just that sometimes he didn’t wanna do anything with them. And they werent doing anything he found fun right now anyway.

He was feeling a bit rebellious that day. Xavier never lets the students go far into the woods surrounding the school, but Wolvie really wanted to! So, when no one was looking, he snuck away from everyone he ran as fast as he could into the forest.

He kept running and running until his heightened senses could no longer pick up any of the others.

But it did pick up someone that smelled different. Kinda like how he did.

He searched around the woods, looking in bushes and around trees, but couldn’t find anyone…

Until he looked up.

On a tree branch way above him, sat a feline looking mutant with blond hair that reminded Wolvie of a lion’s mane.

He seemed sad.

Wolvie always liked helping people, and this mutant looked like he needed some help.

The blond mutant looked down at him.

“Are you stuck up there?” called Wolvie.

“No.” he said.

“Can I go up there too?” asked Wolvie.

“…If ya wanna.” he said.

Wolvie climbed up the tree and sat down next to the mysterious mutant on the branch.

“Are you from the other school?” asked Wolvie.

“Yup. I don’t like it there very much.” he said.

“I like your hair.” said Wolvie.

The mutant blushed. It was rare he got any compliments.

“Thanks.” he said.

“What’s your name? I’m Wolvie, but I’m also Logan.” said Wolvie.

“Snaggletooth. But also Victor.” said Snaggletooth.

“Those are cool names!” said Wolvie.

“You’re weird. Why’re ya bein’ nice to me?” asked Snaggletooth.

“Are you a cat?” asked Wolvie.

“Kinda.” said Snaggletooth.

“I think I am too. My friends say I’m like a wolverine, which is why I’m called Wolvie, but I think I’m more of a cat. Or maybe a raccoon.” said Wolvie.

“Your hair looks like cat ears.” said Snaggletooth, batting at the fluffy tips of Wolvie’s hair that stuck up.

“Yeah, it does! Yours looks like a lions.” said Wolvie, petting Snaggletooth’s hair.

Snaggletooth’s pupils got big like a cat’s. Wolvie started petting the top of his head, and Snaggletooth began purring! Wolvie smiled at this.

They talked for a long time, and eventually the sun started to go down.

They could hear the other students calling out for them,

“Wolvie!”

“Snaggletooth!”

So they went back down the tree, saying goodnight to eachother and heading back to their schools.

The End.

From then on, Wolvie snuck off whenever he could to hangout with his new feline friend in the woods.

(heres the draft also. since its pretty cute too)

[hiskillingjar]

transfem law x transfem mc?

you're the only bitch that i fucking respect in this town

4700+ words, general warning for some discussed transmisogyny and cw for. uh. animal death, death descriptions, genital mutilation descriptions and shade towards true crime girls.

cross posted on ao3 cus it's long and i want attention :)

"You know, if you brought me out here to kill me, I'm going to be pretty upset."

You smiled in spite of your dark joke as you followed behind Law, them leading the way through the brush after driving you to the woods outside of town. Their long arms pushed aside tree branches for you to pass and kept hold of your hand, so you didn't get lost in the dark.

You'd met Law at therapy after a particularly rough stint at the psych ward, when they still went by 'Lawrence' and you were barely six months on hormones and still got clocked on a regular basis (including by them on your first meeting).

Now, it had been a year, you'd had your first consultation for sexual reassignment surgery (and it had gone successfully), and Law had made some…well, discoveries of their own.

It was nice, having a friend like them, and you liked their company.

"No, no, no,” They said, looking back at you over their shoulder. “I know it’s strange to be out here this late, but…this isn’t what it seems..."

“I know, Law,” You interrupted with a laugh, squeezing their hand a little tighter. "I'm only teasing. "

They took things a little literally at times, a symptom of the disorder that had landed them at therapy in the first place.

You didn’t mind correcting yourself for them, though.

"Oh...right...okay.” They said with a nervous chuckle, reaching back to scratch their neck. “I…um, I just wanted to make sure.”

Their grip tightened around yours for just a moment before going back to normal as they led you deeper into the brush.

It was a dark night, way later than you were usually out (you were, regrettably, somewhat of a morning person later in life), but it was a peaceful kind of dark.

The kind of dark that swallowed people whole and kept them safe, surrounded, like an all-encompassing hug, a pill bug under a log, a baby in the womb, a tapeworm in your twisting guts, worming around your insides and looking for the closest thing it could burrow deeper into.

You squeezed their hand harder and gave your head a little shake, trying to rid yourself of the gruesome imagery, as they pulled you into a quiet clearing of the brush.

The night was clear and cool, and the full moon was out, casting a glow on everything in the surrounding area, something beautiful and...almost otherworldly.

Like for just this one moment, the entire world was on pause and you were the only two people that existed.

It was a nice thought.

"This is it..."Law murmured softly, a little breathless as they stepped and pulled you into the clearing, looking around the small space like a child excited to share a new toy with their friend.

It was a canopy of thick trees surrounding a flat patch of ground, a blue tarp laid out to one side and three tall barrels with tight lids on top of them covered by a similar tarp, hiding whatever the barrels held from prying eyes.

“Cool, if a little creepy. Very Dahmer-esque. I’m into it.” You joked as Law let go of your hand and clenched their long, bony fingers together in front of them. "So, what did you wanna show me, Law?"

"Oh...right, yes. Just..." Law looked at you, those same nervous eyes shining brightly in the dim moonlight, taking in a deep breath before speaking more quietly, their voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Close your eyes for a second, alright? Please?"

“Alright…”

You did as you were told and closed your eyes, your own fingers (not as long but just as bony) curling against the denim of your shorts.

If they did decide to kill you, now would be a fantastic time to do it. You had ignored every red flag and word of advice against doing this just to be here, after all.

“Stay Sexy, Don’t Get Murdered”, your hate-listen podcast had warned that morning, while you walked to work.

What were you doing, ‘getting ugly, waiting to get murdered?’

While your eyes were closed (while your mind was spiralling about their potential bad intentions), Law pulled off and stepped around the crinkling plastic tarp to pry off the lid of one of the barrels.

The smell was putrid, like rot, like death, and immediately hit you like a truck, making your expression wrinkle without even knowing the source.

"Oh, jesus," You murmured, covering your face with the sleeve of your overshirt to try and mask the smell. “What is that?”

“I’m just finding something,” Law said, their voice soft over the sound of sloshing water. They must have been sifting through the mange without gloves (ew) for a good while before it stopped. “Okay…okay, here it is, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes obediently and saw that they were holding something out for you to see.

Their hands (big, pretty, bigger than yours, made you feel small, made you feel delicate) were sopping wet and almost blue from the cold, but they looked so eager to show you what they had, that it didn’t matter.

Your eyes widened and you gaped a little wider when you recognised...what looked like an animal corpse that had been pulled from the water.

It might have been a rabbit, a hare or maybe even a small dog, if you had to guess, well past the initial stages of decomposition, with mangy flesh melting off the brown bones, wet and murky fur falling to Law’s feet in clumps.

When you looked from the corpse and back to them, Law's grey eyes (usually so dead and dull, but now open and unnervingly alive) shined as a genuine smile came to their pretty face.

The sheer look of excitement on their face was endearing, and you suppressed your initial disgust to share that smile with them.

“I know this isn't the kind of activity you sign up for when you go on a date..." They said, idly licking their lips, their eyes going back down to the corpse as they turned it around, showing you the protruding rib cage and the heavy skull, where most of the gore had rotted away. “But, I just...I wanted to share something I was proud of with someone...someone I feel comfortable with. Someone I care about."

They said such sweet things so thoughtlessly. You envied that about them.

"No, it's..." You laughed, looking a little flustered as you scraped your hair behind your ears and scratched your neck. Was this a date? Had you known, you might have dressed a little nicer and put some foundation on. "It's cool, Law…I appreciate you showing this to me."

“Really?” They said, huffing out a surprised laugh and holding the bones a little closer to their chest. “Oh…ah, that’s…a relief, I suppose. I was nervous that you would think it’s strange, or gross…” They rambled as they turned around and set the corpse onto the tarp carefully, wiping the worst of the gore off on their sweatpants.

“I mean, it is gross.” You laughed, choosing to be honest with them. “But, like, a cool kind of cross. Like those vulture-culture blogs, they do stuff like this too.” You stepped around the clearing and towards them, watching as they knelt down to the tarp and started scraping melted flesh and viscera from the bones with their fingernails. You assumed there were probably better tools to do the task, but said nothing. “What is it, like, roadkill or something?"

"Uhh..."

Their hands stilled at your question, skin stained with black from the gore and still blue from the cold.

They barely reacted to it, if at all.

"No...well, yeah, it might've been already dead before I..." They mumbled, floundering around their words before eventually trailing off with a little, desperate whimper, shame and immense guilt in their expression.

That answered that, then.

You peered towards them as their words trailed off, a slightly sympathetic look on your face.

"You...didn't kill it, did you, Law?" You asked gently, squatting down on the other side of the corpse, lowering yourself down to their level.

It was an important way of establishing a connection, you had been told once, never putting levels between you and a friend or loved one. Sometimes people did the opposite, to be unnerving or intimidating, to designate themselves as a voice of authority and someone to be trusted.

Men did it, mostly. It was important for you to never do something like that.

Law swallowed, unable to look you in the eye, but you received a slow, guilty, nod to your question. It was almost sheepish, like they were a little kid who had just gotten caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Their hands were shaking, but you had a sense that it wasn’t a reaction to the cold.

"I...I..." Their fingers curled into tight, little fists. "I...yeah...I did..."

There was fear in their soft voice, but also a strange kind of…relief.

Relief that they had been able to tell the truth to someone, someone who had heard them out this far, someone they were happy to tell the truth to.

"Ah," You mumbled with a little sigh, wrapping your arms around your knees. "That's a shame…”

That wouldn't go down well in therapy.  But hey, you weren't a therapist.

“But...” You started, licking your lips and trying to meet their eyes with a gentle smile. “I mean, if you don't do it again...I think that’s okay."

“Really…?” They replied, unclenching their fingers and looking back at you, a slight smile tugging at their lips. "I...I won't, I promise."

They were quiet again, idly pulling at a tuft of wet fur still clinging to the bones and rubbing it between the callouses of their fingers. It can’t have been very soft, but you guessed that it was still a decent self-soothing method.

“It’s just…I mean, I go to therapy for a reason, you know that.” They said, digging their grubby fingernail into the bundle of fur. “I see things, I hear things. I get this…urge, sometimes. To…mmph-”

They went quiet quickly, looking back down and biting their lip, as if afraid of losing control of what they were saying.

But you had a good sense of what they were about to say.

You knew the type of girl that Law was.

"Yeah...I get that," You mumbled quietly with a considered tilt of your head, taking a closer look at the poor creature who died so your friend didn’t shoot up a shopping mall (though you had a sense that Law wasn’t the type to own a gun). "I do, I do get it.”

You clutched your knees tighter and let out a slightly shaky sigh.

“I mean, I never killed animals or anything, but, like,” You huffed out a laugh and pushed a shaking hand through your hair, aghast by what you were about to admit. “Okay, um…when I was a teenager, I'd look at these…gore sites. LiveLeaks, BestGore, that shit…”

Law’s eyes snapped up to yours, stunned by your sudden outpouring of honesty.

“It was initially, like, something I did with my friends. You know, dumb teenage boys doing dumb teenage boy stuff,” You said, feeling a little fondness for the edgy snot-rag you had been at fourteen years old. “Then I’d do it by myself. I was curious, at first, and then…it was also just to...feel something. Something other than how I felt, you know? Something other than hatred."

Law let out a little hum and nodded their head.

"Yeah…me too, actually.” A shaky smile came to their face. “I would...I used to browse the dark web a lot, to see those kinds of things. To feel something, like you…um, like you said."

"Yeah. It's, like, a right of passage for girls like us, right?" You replied with a little chuckle, fiddling with your hair. You had cut your bangs too short and were now sporting, what your chronically online friend called, a ‘fuck-ass bob’. You had grown your hair out for so long, but now felt the bob kind of suited you. “I know way too many to count…”

“Girls like us…” Law repeated thoughtfully, trying to laugh along as well, a shy look on their face as a flush came to their pale cheeks. 

You looked up and tried to smile as normally as you could.

"Um…” They started, after a short beat of silence. “So…you know what you asked before...about if I was bringing you out here to kill you?"

"Uh oh," You mumbled, trying to make a joke in spite of the sudden churning in your stomach.

"Wait, no...no, I...-"

They barked out a strange little laugh, before covering their mouth with their dry sleeve, trying to cut themselves off from laughing any more, any louder.

"I wasn't...I'm still not. You don’t have to worry about…about that.” They trailed off, seeming about to say something before they bit their lip again. Finally, they spoke, looking up into your eyes. “But, I've thought about it a few times...killing you."

You swallowed hard, your smile dropping a little.

"Oh..."

“Don’t freak out,” They said quickly, their grey eyes widening a little. The life in them had subsided, just a touch, replaced by a deadened sort of…mania, like they were getting ready to do something drastic.

What were red flags again?

‘Stay Ugly, Do Get Throttled and Killed in a Forest Clearing’.

That would do numbers, if you still cared about doing numbers.

“I just…I wanted to be honest with you.” They then said, derailing your train of thought. “I don’t want to hide things from you. I don’t…like hiding things from people I care about.”

They looked back down, their shoulders sagging and hiding a miserable expression on their face.

“You’re probably going to think I'm crazy, right? M-Maybe I am..."

"No, it's..." You reached over and grabbed their hand. "It's okay, Law.” You said with an encouraging smile, that was now shaking a little. You might have been stupid, but you weren’t so idiotic that you weren’t a little scared. “Thinking about something and doing it are…like, two totally different things, Law."

Law stared at your hand for a moment, gripping it tightly (almost too tightly, bone-crushingly tight, making you look so small again) before letting their grip ease with a sigh.

“You’re…unreal,” They murmured with a disbelieving laugh. They kept their eyes down, still focused on the gore on the blue tarp in front of them.  “If I said that to anyone else, they’d think I was…some deranged freak and get me put away.”

"Well, what kind of a person would I be if I did that?" You mumbled, rubbing your thumb over their bony, blue knuckles.

"A person with common sense, I guess..." Law chuckled a little strangely, hollow, not totally there, their grip tightening again. They seemed oddly pleased by the contact, though, even if there was also a little bit of uncertainty to go along with that excitement.

"Well, I've never pretended to have any of that," You continued with your own chuckle, before biting your lip. "And I’ve been to a psych ward, so I’d never put someone there. But…” You hesitated. “I mean…how...would you do it?"

"Hmm?" Law blinked for a moment, still holding your hands in theirs. "You mean...how I would kill you?"

"Mm..." You hummed, and you felt yourself tremble.

It was the cold of the night and the wet skin against yours that was making you shake.

That’s what you were telling yourself. It can’t have possibly been for any other reason.

Law’s head canted to the side as they watched your trembling form. Their grey eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat watching and playing with a mouse before it was about to leap and strike.

They didn't let go of your hand for even a second either.

If anything, their grip only tightened.

"You're nervous..." They said.

"Yeah," You replied with a nod.

"You're trembling..." They said, as they leaned closer to you.

"Yeah," You replied again with a little sigh.

“You’re beautiful.” They whispered, bringing their face down to yours, chapped lips tracing yours but not closing the gap just yet, waiting for you to do it.

This close, you could smell the putrid water and the smell of rot and plant matter and sweat that clung to their skin, sweet and murky and dead, like their eyes, like their gaze.

A beautiful dead girl, waiting for you.

“How would you kill me, Law?” You asked again, more sure of anything than you had ever been before.

They huffed out another little chuckle with a slight shake of their head, their blunt bangs choppy on their forehead.

They probably cut their hair the same way you did, with kitchen scissors in the mirror.

The tattooed, septum-ringed girls and they-thems at the ‘all-inclusive’ hairdresser in town always cut your hair too short (something something haircuts don’t have gender, easy for them to say) so you did it at home, split ends be damned.

Was Law the same way, now?

“You’re asking for trouble,” They mumbled hotly, their lips still grazing yours as they held your hand even tighter, their fingers still covered in the watery viscera of the dead animal.

“Probably,” You replied with a little nod. “Tell me. Please?”

The words hung in the air between you for a good minute or two (though it could have been hours for all you cared), a quiet, intense silence filling the clearing.

For some reason, the air suddenly felt thick, almost hard to breathe, like you were in one of those barrels, suffocating and trying not to drown.

Your shorts were tights and your fishnets were clinging a little too tightly to your legs, too tight to be as comfortable as they had been.

"I don't know," Law mumbles quietly, honestly, watching as you shift forward on your knees, feeling the crinkle of the tarp sweat against your skin. "I thought about a lot of different ways..."

"Yeah?" You asked, watching as they did the same, unfolding their long legs and sitting on the ground, taking up space. You were always told not to do that, by girls like you, but Law didn't have that same concern. They hadn't been taught to hate themselves in that way. "What's your favourite?"

"Hah," They let out a breathy laugh and shook their head again. "The same way I killed that dog-"

So, it was a dog.

Your stomach turned and you just hoped to fucking God that it was a stray, not a beloved family pet with missing posters now pasted up around the town.

"I'd break your neck and..." They held your hands even tighter and you finally noticed that your fingers were now also streaked with blackened gore, like they were infecting you with the same disease that had infected them and made them so perfect for you. "Put you inside of those barrels."

You let out a little whimper, looking down at your trembling legs as they curled up with Law's, your body subconsciously wanting to be closer to them

Your cock was throbbing under your tight shorts too, despite your turning stomach.

"And watch you melt away," They continued, raising one hand to cup your jaw (hard, chiselled, any threat of stubble burned away months ago) and bringing your lips even closer together. "And keep everything left behind. Bones, hair, matted flesh.” Their lips spread into a sick grin, the rictus smile of a corpse. “Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Yes," You murmured, your eyes half-lidded and dazed as you stared at them, captured by the dead beauty in those grey eyes. "It would be...wonderful."

They smiled again, and gently kissed your lips.

This wasn't the first time the two of you had kissed, far from it, but something about it felt that way.

Like in the wake of your shared honesty, you were now two brand new people meeting for the very first time, finding each other in the darkness and curling together, twin centipedes in a tree trunk, worms in the dirt, mated maggots in the gore you were streaked with.

You keened in closer, holding their hand tight and parting their chapped lips with your pierced tongue, deepening the kiss in a way you knew they wouldn't.

You didn't mind taking the lead at times.

As long as they did it, most of the time.

"Mm," They moaned quietly, pushing their hand through your dark hair and curling it into a fist, gripping a thick handful of it and using it to wrangle you even closer, to bite down on your gasping lips and take you, as they wanted to.

You didn't mind the pain. You didn't mind the sting of their teeth on your lips or their hands in your hair.

It made you feel a little more like a woman.

Your cock stirred again.

If you were still online, admitting to something like that probably would have earned you a sternly worded anonymous message, filled with buzz words like ‘autogynophilia’ and ‘male socialisation’ and reminding you ‘you should really do better to unlearn your male privilege if you want to be considered safe to this community’.

You weren’t online though.

You hadn’t been back online since your main account got banned for ‘violating community guidelines’ and your fundraiser for facial feminisation surgery got taken down after a wave of mass-reporting, a result of a particularly bad faith call-out post from one of the myriad of trolls that plagued you.

That might have put you in a psych ward two years ago, but you knew you were better without it now.

After all, if you were still online, you probably wouldn’t have met Law.

Law pulled back from the kiss, a thin line of spittle attaching your lips that they licked away, the deep depth of their eyes softening a little as they let go of your hands.

"Can I," They started, reaching down to the crotch of your shorts and pressing a palm against it. You groaned through grit teeth and instantly held their broad shoulders, shifting your hips forward against them, the cool expanse of their palm making you shiver, despite the layers of fabric that separated your skin. "Can I touch your cock?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded, biting your lip.

You took in another groan as they slowly unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts and peeled down your fishnets and panties, finding your cock (a little soft thanks to its tight tuck through the day, but you couldn't manage a full erection most of the time anymore anyway) and giving it a light squeeze.

It was a somewhat awkward motion, but you didn’t blame them that much.

They were never really sure what to do with your cock, which was why they generally preferred to play with your asshole, to tease it with their fingers and their tongue, before penetrating it completely.

You would have preferred that too, especially when you were feeling as vulnerable as you were, but you were in a dirty forest clearing without a condom or any lube. And you might have been dumb enough to follow an animal killer with murderous fantasies about you into that forest, but you weren’t dumb enough to attempt anal sex without the right prep.

You didn’t hate yourself enough.

"What else, hah," You gasped against their trembling lips, holding their shirt tighter in your curled fists as they worked their own fist up and down your soft length, trying to encourage it to a degree of hardness. They probably weren’t going to manage such a feat, but you did appreciate the effort that they were going to for it. "What else have you thought about, Law?"

"Hm?" They looked up at your needy expression, a blush quickly gathering in your cheeks when they saw it, saw your narrowed eyes, your parted lips.

"Tell me how you'll kill me again," You pleaded, reaching down with one hand to grope their own cock through their sweatpants, as the other unbuttoned your plaid overshirt and rolled your tank top up your chest, revealing your pale breasts.

Your nipples were perky in the cold air and Law immediately dipped their head to run their tongue over them, despite your request for them to keep talking.

"Mm," You moaned, all the same, pushing the hand through their hair and guiding their tongue to the ripe bud of your nipple. "Give me a good one, Law...come on."

"Ah," They groaned when you gave their cock another firm squeeze, trying to alert their attention to what you wanted. "I want...mm, I want to take you back to my apartment...and tie you up there." They moaned hotly against your skin, thin hips bucking when your fist tightened at their words. "Cut out your spine so I can...hah, so I can keep it."

You felt a pulse of white-hot heat rush through your body and straight to your cock at that mental image, of you bound (and maybe gagged, like the damsels in movies were, the first kind of womanhood you related to in your boyhood) on the bed where you'd fucked so many times before.

Law would be the hulking slasher villain, they’d have a knife, and they would be standing over you, waiting for the perfect time to strike, when you had gotten so worked up and hysterical that they could really enjoy your death all the more.

"Fuck," You groaned deeply (because fuck the voice training right now), bucking your hips as you felt your cock start to twitch and harden in their hand. "God, that’s so hot. What's wrong with me..."

"Hmph," They huffed out a fond laugh, teasing the bud of your nipple with their crooked teeth, making you whine needily and grip them even tighter. “What did you say, about 'girls like us'...that's what we’re like, isn't it?"

We. Including themselves.

Herself.

"Yeah?" You wheezed through a gasp with your own laugh (sardonic and a little mean, not the way girls should be at all, but the way you were), your eyes darkening as you stared down at them. "That’s right…so, what, you gonna cut my dick out to join my spine, Law?"

"Mmhmm," They hummed (and you were silently thrilled that they didn’t even blink at your slurred request for genital mutilation), a demented and almost peaceful little smile coming to their face as you pried their sweatpants down and revealed the monster between their legs. Your asshole clenched just looking at it, and you couldn’t wait to get back to their apartment if you survived this. "I’d keep it safe. Then I’d cut off your testes and eat them."

Your thighs trembled and you grit your teeth, feeling another pulse of heat shoot to your cock.

"Hah…I read they're a natural source of estrogen somewhere," You managed to wheeze out with a little chuckle. "Makes sense, huh? Where one girl ends, another begins."

"Mmm..." They moaned mindlessly, trailing a thick smear of drool down your chest as they let go of your cock and circled their arms around your little waist tightly, pulling you in close.

Despite your maddening arousal, you let them do it, happily, resting your cheek against the crown of their head, and relishing in the feeling as your cocks pressed and rubbed together, sticky heads occasionally grazing over one another.

"Wanna be your girl," They murmured, kissing and tonguing at your nipple again, clinging to you even tighter. "Can I be your girl? Please? Please let me…"

"Baby," You cooed, shifting your hips even closer to theirs hers, almost sitting in their her lap as your own arms wrapped around their her neck.

Twin centipedes in a tree trunk, wriggling worms in the dirt, mated maggots in the gore your hands, your chest, your rotten cock, were streaked with.

"You always were my girl...and always will be."

[writingforfishes]

(context:

*sees silly pictures of a lil bird on my dash*

braincell one: aw

braincell two: that face radiates otto energy

braincell one: wut)

atty doesn't seem the type to willingly go into nature (and, like, same) but like. silly birds. literary inspiration. etc

ottocus birdwatching just feels right for some reason. whether this is the most random concept or another accidental prediction. thought i should let u know. like as the seasons are changing and migration patterns are patterning, atty takes notice & after using birds n leaves n shi as a muse they drag their husband out to look at how pretty the scenery is. obligatory otto hiccuping n scaring the birds away lol

-🪱

Ask circa September 16.

Little ficlet (aka "hiclet")

A month after Atticus moved in, they were watching a bird nature film and got a sudden burst of inspiration.

"Hey, are there any good places for birdwatching around here that you know of?" they asked loudly to catch the ear of their partner who was hunched over a watch, eye loupe pulled down over one lens of his reading glasses.

"Uh..." Otto uttered, head poking up with a faraway look on his face while thinking. "I think there's a look out on a hiking trail that's fairly close by. Why?"

"You wanna go hiking? I want to see some birds," Atticus said matter-of-factly.

Otto considered it and shrugged, "Sure! I can dig out my grandma's picnic basket. Maybe we can have lunch there, too?"

"Cool," Atticus said. "Also...which grandma?"

"Oh, dad's side," Otto said with a meaningful nod.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Atticus said.

The maternal side of Otto's family were uptight prudes who wouldn't be caught dead on a patch of grass that wasn't imported and trimmed on a golf course.

Otto's dad's family, on the other hand, was from "the old country". Germany. At least part of them. That's where the whole clock thing came from. That was an abbreviated version of what Otto had told Atticus, at least.

The next day Otto, Atticus, a picnic basket full of vintage cutlery and food, and a backpack full of whatever Atty thought one would need on a hike made their way up the winding trail to the look out that promised a view of birds.

Atticus had hiked a few times. They enjoyed it for the most part. Despite their natural inclination to be inside and sedentary while writing, they did have a soft spot for brief jaunts in nature.

Otto had been a pretty physical person his entire life. It was only in the last few years that he'd settled down with his sobriety and settling into his profession of clock repair more.

But neither one of them were quite prepared for the "hard" rated trail that wound up and through the wooded mountain side over tree roots and rocks.

"Why...is this...so hard?!" Atticus exclaimed as they shifted the backpack of water, bug spray, first aid equipment, and medicines on their back. They panted a little as they stretched their legs to hoist over yet another upwards path of tree branches cut around to serve as natural stairsteps.

"I dunno," Otto said with a sniff. He realized now that he should've taken allergy medication before they started. He'd been sniffing for the last few miles, and he could feel the itchiness in his throat and eyes. He rubbed his nose aggressively with the back of his wrist.

"Do you want me to take the backpack for a little bit?" he asked.

"No!" Atticus said stubbornly. "I got this. I'm good. Just a little further. Point five miles. That's what the last little...little wooden sign said...right?"

"Yeah..." Otto said and then coughed a little. "Hey...what meds did you bring again?"

"Pretty much everything in the cabinet, why?"

"Did you get the...the Allegra and Flonase?" he asked, hopefully.

"Oh yeah. Totally did. Cause I'm awesome! The outside starting to try and murder you?" Atticus asked.

"Vehemently," he said and paused to grab a tree as he let loose three powerful sneezes into the crook of his arm.

Atticus watched as they wiped a sheen of oily sweat from their forehead.

"These birds better be the best birds ever," they lamented watching their boyfriend pull out a handkerchief and clear his sinuses into it before tucking it into his pants.

Otto laughed lightly, exhaustedly, in their direction.

If the birds weren't worth it, the clearing certainly was. It was more a field with picnic tables with the edge overlooking the mountain's edge than a traditional look out with a single location to stand and hope to see birds from.

Huffing and puffing the couple put their supplies down on one of the tables and sat heavily next to each other for a moment.

Atticus wordlessly slid the bottle of Allegra and spray bottle of Flonase over to Otto with the reusable water bottle they'd kept in the backpack. Otto took them gratefully.

When the clock maker started to spray the Flonase though Atticus grabbed his arm and pointed to a particularly pretty bird that had landed on the wooden rail beside them.

"Ooh look! It's a-a-a bird!" Atticus finished a little lamely. They suddenly realized that despite having watched an entire documentary about birds they had no idea how to identify the birds they were seeking out.

Otto sniffed the Flonase a little too powerfully and some ended up in his throat as he turned to look, suppressing coughs from the bitter fluid hitting the back of his throat.

His gift for the effort of looking was a...well it was a bird. And for all of the random facts, trivia, and history Otto had stashed in his noggin over the years he suddenly realized that, aside from a few clock specific birds (namely the Cuckoo), he possessed very little knowledge on taxonomy and identification of birds.

"Oh *koff* yeah it's *kuf kuf* pretty..." Otto said emitting more soft coughs as Atticus rubbed his back until, "HUP!-HUCK! Oh! HU'UCK!-HMK! Uh!"

The bird, which had been lingering for them to ogle a little while, flustered and took off at the sudden sounds.

Atticus would've been more flustered themselves if they hadn't already been treated by Otto's hiccups that morning. But they still felt the buzz of excitement at the loud interruptions and feelings of his body jolting next to them.

"Well, so much for the birds," Atticus teased as they widened their eyes at Otto pointedly.

Otto had his hand over his mouth in response, his body jumping with the barely muffled spasms, the bottom of his throat pulling in sharply as the hiccups kept volleying through him.

"I'm MMK'M! so-HMP!-sorry! I didn't HM'MMP!-didn't know I HMP!MK! waUHs gonna get HIMP! get them again to--today!" he said.

Atticus laughed giving him another rub to his back at his endearing apology.

"It's okay!" they assured him. "I'd rather have you and your diaphragm's loud opinions than birds any day!"

Otto gave his partner a soft smile, still muffling the hiccups as his body jerked dramatically every second or two. Hopefully they wouldn't last too long. However, he had started to be much more patient with them after learning of Atticus' reaction.

In the past, Otto felt anywhere from mildly annoyed with his hiccups to begrudging patience to apathy depending on the situation and how bad the case was. This new emotion, excitement and warmth, was something he'd never felt for the occasionally inconvenient bodily function he was prone to having. It was oddly comforting, in some ways, to know someone was not only patient with them but also appreciative of them.

Being this was before either of them had discovered a way to cure Otto's hiccups effectively, they both resolved to wait them out as Atticus started to unpack the basket.

"Shit, this thing is heavy! What...are these actual plates?" Atticus exclaimed as they slid the basket over from where Otto had put it.

They weren't able to keep their eyes off of Otto for long. They could see the side of his abdomen from beside them and feel the spasms if they leaned in a bit. The shirt he'd unbuttoned lower as they'd both continued to exert more energy in climbing showed his chest's movements in addition to the reflexive pooch that pushed out his stomach and expanded his ribs.

"Yeah the--they're part of HMP!HMK! the-HUP! the set!" he said and patted his chest a couple of times. "Ugh. HU'UCK! It was--It was very he-HIP!-heavy. Not exactly HM'MP! meant for h--hiking I don't think. HULMP'K!"

That last hiccup caught his throat, and he set off a chain of coughing and hiccuping, one right after the other, until he downed some water from his bottle to quell the coughing at least.

Atticus watched him in sympathy, hand becoming a constant present on his shoulder or back as the hiccups continued to jolt his body roughly even after the coughing fit.

"Those things are kinda owning your ass right now. You okay?" Atticus asked.

Otto nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, they HUCK! they'll go awa--y eventually. H'MUCK!-uh," he said rubbing his chest again. "You--you okay? HOCK! You're not HNK! not over sti-HUCK'NK! stimulated are UCK! are you?"

Atticus chuckled shyly ducking their head as they pushed their mustache up a little from their top lip in both preparation to eat as well as from nervousness.

"No, I--"

"CAAAW!"

"The fuck?!" Atticus exclaimed, that noise definitely not having come from Otto.

Otto startled as well and looked to the side of the table to see a large, black-feathered bird. In the sun the bird's inky black body sheened with purples, greens, and blues.

"HU'OCK!" Otto let slip in his shock.

"CAAAAAW!" said the bird.

Atticus and Otto exchanged wide-eyed looks to each other and back to the bird who was slowly stepping close, head bobbing with each step of its feet.

"What is HUUUCK! happening?" Otto asked, nervousness strengthening his hiccups a little.

"CAAAAW!!" the crow answered excitedly, its head turned a little to inspect the area and the source of the sound.

"I think you're communicating with it?" Atty hazarded a guess which seemed to be confirmed with the next double-hiccup from Otto followed by two caws from the crow.

The picnic became all the more amusing when Atty decided to throw the bird a little ham from one of the sandwiches. The crow gladly took it and within five minutes two more crows had arrived. All three of them chorused Otto when he hiccuped loudly.

The couple couldn't help but laugh. The distraction of the crows' antics was enough to keep Atticus' arousal from overwhelming them and also to ease Otto from feeling like he had to suppress his hiccups in order to not frighten away birds.

Much more ham was dispersed to the growing murder, a thought which still seemed wholly ridiculous despite it being an accurate word to define a collection of crows.

Atticus noticed and questioned why Otto had only eaten the inside of his sandwich, discarding the bread back into the basket.

"Bread makes the-NRK! them worse. They're already HUP!-uh, already kind of hu--URting a little! HOCK! HUCK!" he said.

His crow chorus echoed the hiccups discordantly. He chuckled.

"That is wi--ild!" he said, grinning around his bite of food.

Atticus looked out into the field which was now littered with the black birds.

"What're you gonna do with your new army?" Atticus asked with a grin as they popped a grape in their mouth.

"Well crows are pre-H'ULP! pretty good with tools. HMK! I think I cou--could teach them HMLK! how to wind cl-HUP'K! clocks!" he said.

"Well...I guess that would save you...time," Atticus said with a waggle of their eyebrows.

"Mmm. I see hmp!hmk! I see what you di-hip! did there!" Otto said waggling his finger at them.

"They finally calming down, now?" Atty asked, gesturing toward Otto.

"I thingk! so," he said. He splayed his hand chest and rode out another silent hiccup, chin tucking and shoulders jolting back. He sighed. "Didn't know Flo--Flonase could be s-hup! so dangerous."

"Never use while distracted, apparently," Atticus said.

Otto laughed silently with a shake of is head.

"Appare-hip!-ntly! Sorry about the hup! the other bird," Otto said.

"Are you kidding? This is so much better," Atticus said, grinning. "You, um, you want me to give you a chest and belly massage when we get home?"

The habit was still new, but Otto had warmed up to the physical touch and when they brought it up he smiled.

"Yeah that'd ngk---uh! That'd be nice, actual--ly!" he said.

Atty kissed him on the temple.

"Love you, Crow Mother," Atticus cooed.

This caused Otto and laugh out loud causing a "HUCK'A!" to echo out and a refrain of caws from his admirers.

"I'm glad you're here," he said, kissing Atticus' head in return as another hiccup shook him into their body.

"Me too," they replied and fed him a grape which he took with a smile as they leaned into his chest.

[sl-walker]

Username Fic Game

Tagged by @shadowmaat. Take each letter of your username and rec a fic whose title starts with that same letter! Then feel free to pass it on to your friends.

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S - Slings and Olive Branches by Gibraltar - The first tale of the Starship Reykjavik. If you love awesome characters with many layers and also some supremely badass moments, Sam's the author you wanna read. Every bit as skilled at character, world and plot building as any professional, Gibraltar's stories of the Reykjavik are funny, heartfelt and Nandi Trujillo will just win you over literally in this first, short story.

L - Land of Song by @b-radley66 - Generally, you know that when B writes anything, it's going to be plot-heavy, dense and guaranteed to require at least one spreadsheet. But the ability to keep all of that not only in-line but also moving forward is a skill not many authors can claim, and B is an expert at it. Plus, his OCs are so good that you'll be hunting various wikis going, "But wait, they're not canon??"

W - When the Lights Come On by @btwxsixesandsevens - A beautiful little original tale set in the Star Wars universe. I love the atmosphere of this one; the way that it correlates so much to memories of my own childhood. Some things are pan universal, I think. And the author is a master worldbuilder who did stunningly cool things with zabrak culture that I still think about regularly.

A - A Higher Power When You Look (Also on Ad Astra) by @daraoakwise - An absolutely, mind-blowingly epic retelling of a lot of the Original Series cast's tales for the AOS. Dara takes a lot of the sillier premises in the AOS line and makes it all make sense. Her character work and world building and plotting are out of this world.

L - Lost… and Found by @shadowmaat - SURGE SQUAD!! Shadowmaat's OC clones (and jedi!) are incredibly charming and this is where the tale begins. Guaranteed if you read it, you'll knock out the whole series and want more. (And I am still excited for the Blackbirds crossover that will one day happen!)

K - Kaminoan Copyright by independent_variables - Awesome world-building, which seems to be a thing for me. LOL! But it's a short, punchy tale about what the chips entailed for the clones and how things change when Anakin -- of all people, but it makes perfect sense! -- finds out about them and word spreads. Sweet ending, too.

E - Every Moment a Step Forward by alyyks - Bail/Bre/Maul is one of the ships/tags I pioneered, so it's an outright thrill everytime someone writes it. And alyyks is an awesome author in general, so not only do you have an awesome author writing my own faves, but the story's excellent. It touches on a Maul who is very much living with his damage, and how important the steady love and support of a family is to his quality of life. Just a psychologically excellent tale.

R - Rest and Ruckus (archive locked) by @sharpest_asp - A gift that made me beam, this one is Corry and Scotty going camping up in the woods of Maine, with all the inherent chaos that usually accompanies those two. Sweet, funny, in-character and atmospheric, it's a quick and lovely jaunt with a bunch of excellent mental images.

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Tagging: Everyone who sees this. Because spreading love of your favorite fics and authors is important!

[straycalamities]

hello, you are cool, and I like your work! :) <3 I was just thinking 2012 tumblr didn't seem like it had many girl characters, due to everyone making spin-offs of the same ones like Once-ler. I was wondering if you have any girl OCs you'd use if you wrote a new zombie story in the future. =)

(btw keep up the good work and have a nice day!)

thank you very much!

and yes that is true, but also, well, by the time of thneedville/thornville high there were more people trying to make girl ocs but unfortunately the fandom was very overcritical and harsh on them

so it’s not only was it not the first thing people thought to do because of the nature of the fandom, but it became something that if you did do it, there was a lot of stress on you

you had to be better than most of the male askblog charas, you were judged harsher for your mistakes, you were just overall held to a higher expectation than any of the male blogs

my qpp knows this firsthand as they tried to run a girl askblog in that environment: nyx. and they were subject to a lot of bullying, unfair judgement, and other awful stuff while doing so. creating a female chara blog was signing yourself up to a subscription of anon hate

not only nyx but all the others as well at the time especially if you were to befriend or, heaven forbid, have romantic intentions with a male oc or one already involved in a favored mlm ship

like yes i also had mean-spirited people in my anon boxes time to time but it was nothing compared

sheep/quinn, a beloved from that time, anytime she’d ever interact with spook, would be subject to the nastiest messages guaranteed. i’m surprised her mod still wanted to have them interact. though it is worth noting they deactivated and remade that blog multiple times because of this

so yeah…while what you said is also true, this part is also a big factor and definitely needs to be brought up and recognized. it wasn’t so much that it was ALL people more interested in making and writing guys it was also the extra, important question of: Could you endure the constant hate if you made a girl blog?

there’s still an issue, to this day, of female blogs being pretty ignored and under-created, but id say the vicious environment that turned away a lot of people from doing so has calmed way down thankfully

but yes! uh when i was originally planning to make an original comic based off the camp entre run, i did, with my collaborators at the time, make some female ocs to add in as well as adjusted the gender of existing charas. though, that project is pretty much dead right now and needs an entire redo. but i still plan on …something one day. and yes there will be a way more accurate percentage in the genders present lmao 😭

i also have a plan for a new truffula flu story i’d like to tell that i was gonna use for…a thing, i mean i might still but branch it out more. but anyways it does focus around a young woman, my audrey oc Aoife :) i mean she’s become a lot more oc than audrey at this point but that’s how she started lmao

when i get the time to start that? uh. but it is something i wanna do at least maybe before the new year

i also thought about throwing Eren in because both of her main inspos are characters from apocalypses/dystopias so she’d fit right in

[fenharel-archived]

saskia i haven't read that game informer dav article yet (i will) but i NEED to hear about your mixed emotions 👀

looking at the spoilers we got objectively i think it all sounds very cool and exciting (besides of the gameplay stuff. they can talk about how cool their 3 ability combos are all they want they won't face me, lol). i love that i guessed right with who the evanuris are. i love that we get to hang out in solas' house AGAIN. the little snippet about seeing how isolated and alone he lived there is So sad 😭. i love that it's almost confirmed that he'll take up some advisor role for rook, even if he's kinda forced too lol (its giving johnny in ur head vibes a little bit, no? ooh i bet the haters are going to love this. 💖) love love love the little mention that there seems to be much more reactivity in terms of ur race and background then what im used to from prior dragon age games (no more morrigan explaining lavellan elven lore??? yes please!!!!!!). or that the magic seems to be more present in this game than in the previous titles, something i was 100% waiting for!!!!! ("imagine spires of crystal twining through the branches, palaces floating among the clouds" plLSSSS!!!!!!!)

buuuut. this is where the mixed emotions comes in. pls. dont click on read more if ya'll have normal and sane opinions on trespasser and the veil. i dont wanna embarrass myself and i dont wanna annoy anyone, lol.

sooo uh. idk how to say this without sounding absolutely bonkers but. i used to say that i dont know how i'll be able to stand a new protagonist who will be against solas. i had 10 years to make peace with that. and i thought i did, but since the gameplay reveal and now the new spoilers i....... i.... "rook stopped the ritual and trapped solas in the fade" legit makes me want to throw rotten tomatoes at them. like i KNOW. I KNEW. what was gonna happen. NOTHING so far has surprised me. so i legit cannot tell ya why im being so irrational rn but its the truth, lol. 💀

im not exicted by any of the actual cool implications we got with ~advisor solas whispering in ur head~ spoilers because i legit wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do. i do not want to stop him and i want him to succeed with everything always. KNOWING that was not gonna happen so idk man. idk what to tell ya ksjdfhsjkdhfsjkhf

i think that a level one noob is able to stop 9+ year cooked up plan with the help of a rock like its nothing isnt helping because it feels like cheap disney writing to me. but everything i just said prior still stands. i AM being irrational. BUT I WANT TO BE EXCITED. LIKE IM NOT LYING WHEN I TELL YOU I KNOW THIS ALL SOUNDS FUN. MAYBE THIS IS CONFIRMATION THAT HE'LL SURVIVE THIS GAME TOO. AT THE END OF THE DAY THAT LITERALLY ALL I CARE ABOUT. BUT ARGHHHHHH i will now try to manifest the cool headcanons im seeing. i will manfiest them. i will become sane and normal about this and be excited. i will be SO excited and i will make a rook i like. this is my mission now

[dcfanficsgallore]

Didn't Plan for This: Chapter 5

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not much, just R being suspicious and mentions of bullying ig? if you squint

5.6k words

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Summary: First day at the new place, who will you meet? What will you find? And what is that voice?

A/N: Heyo, I noticed a little more traffic here than normal. Just wanna say sorry for taking so long, I hope I can get into making more in the next few days! Please send your requests, I'm just working on my own ideas rn but I could use a few weird and fun one-shots <3

The plan for the day was simple: get to the new branch, meet my new security people, meet with the supervisor and look through the building to analyze where I can make my magic. The problem is that Diana will be there and my mind will be preoccupied not wanting to be a gay disaster in front of her, I’m her boss now… Gotta be professional. 

- Ana, get up! We gotta catch the bus! - I banged on her door while brushing my teeth.

- Bus? Don’t we have a limo? - I heard from the other side, along with a few curses to me and the sun rising so early.

- No limo, but maybe in a couple months we can get a car! But to get that you have to get the hell u- Oh. - she opened the door fully dressed. - How did you..

- I hate the bus, let’s go. - She pulled me toward the door and I barely had enough time to rinse my mouth before we were off.

A few minutes into the bus drive Ana checked her e-mail and made an ‘oh’ sound. 

- Apparently the big boss is going to be appearing today to give the crew an “inspiring speech”. - Ana read out loud as she looked at me with a ‘serious?’ kind of look 

- I didn’t know Mr. Vamp was coming. - I muttered to her

- No, not our boss. THE boss, Lex Luthor is going to be there today.

- Oh. OH. Well, he must really like electronics.

We got off at the stop that was next to the giant building we work at now. This building had 20 - 30 stories, clocking in at about 140 meters it gave me vertigo just looking at it. It looked like it was made of standard concrete but the foundation seemed reinforced with some type of hard rock, maybe the foundation was there before the building? That would be cool. We walked in through the big glass doors and approached the secretary’s desk.

- Names? - She asked us. We told her our names and she gave us two lanyards with our names and occupation, as we thanked her a young man with a clipboard came up to us and said:

- Good morning, you two are required to be at the meeting room with the other heads of departments. Follow me - He said sharply, turning around not leaving much room for a conversation. 

We followed him to a standard looking meeting room, glass walls, a wooden door, a big table surrounded by what looked like 12 chairs that were occupied by other serious looking executives. Only 2 of the 12 remained, thankfully they were next to one another.

As me and Ana took the two last remaining seats (we were 10 minutes early. How were we the last ones to arrive?). The young man that led us there spoke up and said:

- Mr. Luthor will be here shortly, he will tell you all about this branch and what our mission is. Ending it with a small tour of the building’s more important rooms. - He finished before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

I felt a deafening silence spread across the room, no one tried to strike up a conversation or even look at each other, everyone just pulled up their phones and started to do other things, judging by all the serious faces they were definitely all reading smut fanfiction.

The thought made me chuckle softly, earning a raised eyebrow from my best friend and weird looks from a few of the other department heads

10 long minutes later the door finally opened and I saw for the first time in real life, Lex Luthor. The billionaire philanthropist that had a pretty open dislike of the Justice League and superheroes in general. He looked like a regular guy, not that different from other rich executives I’ve met. Bald head, tailored three-piece suit, spotless dress shoes and a blood-red tie.

Immediately after his entrance everyone looked up from their phones and gave him their full attention, the way he commanded the room with a single look gave chills, the bad kind, the kind you get when you make eye contact with a teacher and you know they think you’ll fail a test.

A little bit behind him came in another person, a woman, by the looks of it I’d say assistant. Her suit seemed to have come from the place as his and had similar wear, she was wearing heels but the kind that are low enough to run in. That made me think security but her loose long brown hair didn’t indicate a military background that personal security for the super rich usually had. I had to stop myself from looking at her because I was confusing my brain so much I was worried my nose would bleed.

As they both entered the room the assistant/security closed the door and Mr. Luthor started talking.

- Welcome, I’m sure you are all eager to get to your work stations and prepare for the opening tomorrow but I thought I’d say a few words before that.  - Oh right, tomorrow there was a press conference where the building would officially be open for business, like when a big store opens. But we’re not a store, we work with clients and make software so the whole press conference didn’t make sense to me but what do I know about running a business. - He motioned to the woman next to him - This is my assistant, Mercy, she’ll be accompanying us today as well.

He went on to speak about how we were the best in our fields and together we’d bring this company to the next level, standard out-of-touch boss stuff. But as I looked around I could see my colleagues nodding and being enraptured by this average speech, even Ana seemed to be hanging off his every word.

20 minutes later he finished the weirdest siren song in the world he said

- Now let me give you all a tour of the facilities. - he motioned to the and his assistant held it open for us. We got up and started to file out, Lex Luthor made sure to shake hands with everyone before they left.

As we were all going I made eye contact with the man and saw he was looking at me like I was about to give him the best present in the world, I shook his hand a little confused.

- Ms. L/N, I’m glad you accepted the offer to come here. Your reputation precedes you. Harry has said many good things about you. - I always forget Mr. Vamp’s first name is Harry. And him being on a first name basis with Lex Luthor surprised me a little. - I hope you can bring to this company exactly what it needs.

- Thank you Sir, but what do you mean by my reputation? I just did the security back in New York. - I tested the waters a bit, did he know about the central park fight?

- Oh nonsense, you got all those people out of a building during an earthquake and saved many more with your specially planned contingency. - Okay he probably didn’t know about Central Park. So I was 80% sure only the Justice League and Ana knew about that little romp. But that 20% was saying that he was probably a really good liar. - You’re the mix of bravery and preparation I need in this company.

- Thank you Sir.  - I said leaving the room quickly, I don’t know why I was so weirded out by that interaction. Maybe it was the weird look he kept giving me, not like he was objectifying me, but like I was going to pull a billion dollars from my pocket and hand it to him.

We started the tour, Luthor leading the bunch and his weird unreadable employee bringing up the rear. He showed us a big conference room that could hold upwards to 50 people, a floor specifically made for accounting with all the bells and whistles, a break room that looked like it was in another universe with its decoration making it look more like a bar. Drinks were all still only coffee and water. 

After the break room we all got into the biggest elevator I’ve ever seen. We had been hopping between floors and that elevator was fast and could fit all of us comfortably with room to spare. I saw the assistant hit the basement button.

- And now our last stop, the laboratories in the basement. - That was new, there’s an R&D department here? That’s cool, but also unsafe. He continued. - These are our in-house research and development team. They will be able to study technology and get prototypes out to the other departments faster than our competitors, this is great for our workload and communication. - He finished with a smile as the elevator doors opened.

Stepping out of it I was awestruck at how professional this lab looked, the whole basement seemed to have been retro-fitted for all the pipes and energy cables in the ceiling, many smaller individual laboratories were sprinkled around the place. They were all empty, the building hadn’t opened yet, I saw one of the emotionless executives get a little twinkle in her eye. She must be the head of Research and Development and was almost salivating at all the high-tech machinery and top of line equipment.

While we were all looking around I caught out of the corner of my eye a half opened door in one the corridors and caught just a glimpse that one of the labs wasn’t so empty and seemed to be in active use. 3 or 4 scientists seemed to be experimenting on a box, red and black with big tubes and wires coming off of it. My curiosity got the best of me and I quietly peeled off of the group to go see what was so important that they couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

As I got closer I noticed that the scientists looked to have a system in which one of them either dripped a drop of a liquid onto the box, another logged the results and the others made adjustments to their formula before repeating the process.

I was just about to get close enough to hear them talking when a hand grabbed my arm and I was looking at Lex Luthor’s assistant with a stare that made me almost yelp in surprise.

- What are you doing? - She asked with a level voice that terrified me. 

- I saw them working on something before I was able to put security on the place, I just wanted to make sure they were safe. - I spoke quickly, hoping she wouldn't look into my motivations any closer.

Her grip was still tight like iron around my arm. She squeezed a little more before letting go.

- Alright, but don’t go off on your own again for the rest of the tour. - She said sharply before escorting me back to the group.

They seemed to have just finished looking at a very interesting fan hooked up into the wall like the rest of the building. It was huge and could be mistaken for a turbine. But I stopped paying attention to the tour and just kept thinking about that box, it looked familiar but I couldn’t remember from where and it was driving me crazy.

When we ended the tour I noticed we didn’t go anywhere near that weird lab. I made a mental note to learn everything about it whenever I was alone again. Our group got shuffled into the elevator and back into that meeting room where we had started.

- I hope this little run-down of the facility you will all be working at has been enlightening. - Luthor said with a smile

- More than you think. - I mumbled to myself

- I’m glad you enjoyed it Y/N - He spoke firmly. Of course his assistant would tell him, now I was on the big boss’s radar.

Everyone ignored this trade of barbs. Wouldn’t expect anything less from my dear colleagues, except Ana, she looked at me with her ‘what did you do’ look and I just shrugged with the promise to tell later.

- Now, I should let you all get to your stations, I trust that everything will be ready for the press tomorrow. - He finally finished before leaving the room.

After he left, everyone started to get up and leave. I was getting ready to head to my office and prepare myself for the people that would be working under me, one of them being Diana so I needed all the time to prepare myself. 

Before I could, Ana grabbed my hand and told me to follow her to her office.

I complied, after a couple of silent minutes in the elevator surrounded by people we eventually made it to her workspace.

It looked like the usual corner office with a big window, a big table, a chair for her to sit and a couple of chairs in front of the table. It was barren with no decorations, we took a couple seconds of looking around and being impressed with Ana’s new office.

- Wow. - I said

- Yeah. - My best friend responded. - Anyway, take a seat. - She said closing the door behind us and closing the blinds.

I took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the table and Ana took hers behind it.

- Now tell me why Lex Luthor called you out at the end there.

I told her what I had seen and my encounter with Mr. Luthor’s agent. Ana got a thinking look on her face.

- What do you think? - I asked her, she usually had a different perspective on problems and could come up with solutions that were simpler than what my brain came up with, so I liked to ask her opinion on things just to keep all the options on the table.

- I think that it’s weird, but there is probably a good reason for it. I’ll look into it. I’m gonna ask you, as your best friend, don’t go back there until I have all the information. - She looked at me with a serious stare. 

- How were you planning on getting that info? - I tilted my head - Something tells me those guys aren’t doing things ‘above board’.

- Just… I don’t want you finding trouble before we open. - She sighed.

- Don’t worry, trouble usually finds me. - I smiled at her. - Didn’t you?

She giggled.

- Be safe, okay? - She glanced at her watch. - I think you should get back to your office first, right?

- You’re right! I should go. - I hurried out, the weird cube could wait. 

I made my way to my new space, it looked pretty much the same as my last office. A few file cabinets, a bookshelf behind the small desk and a chair. I never spent much time there back in New York. Always checking security everyday and attending meetings, but it was nice to have a place to work with all the emails I was going to send so that I could make this building as safe as possible.

Opening a file cabinet I found the names of the people I was going to meet in… I looked at my watch, 10 minutes. I hurried down the elevator while reading their files. I was going to meet a Diana Prince, well… meet is a strong word, actually meet a Jefferson Pierce and a Dinah Lance. Their credentials looked good, they seemed perfect for the job. A little too good, to be honest, they seemed overqualified. Diana’s previous job had been in a government facility providing security, Jefferson had military background and Dinah had bounced around enough companies that I knew I wouldn’t have to teach her much.

Right as I was leaving the elevator I saw them walk in through the front door. They looked just like the pictures in their files. Diana looked as beautiful as always but now was wearing a purple jacket over a white shirt with jeans and had glasses on, she was talking to the other two while smiling. The man I recognized was Jefferson Pierce had short black hair and a beard, he was wearing a green button-down shirt with black slacks. The woman, Dinah Lance, had blonde hair and was wearing a pant-suit.

The fact that they were all talking made me feel a bit of relief, maybe they would become friends while they worked and could help me with all of the security details.

I approached them, trying to appear confident in front of Diana and show her I was a good boss. I almost tripped when she locked eyes with me. But I didn’t fall so I was still confident.

- Hello, my name is Y/N L/N. I hope you’ll find this place good for your abilities, you guys have an amazing background. I can't imagine this place will have as much excitement than in your previous jobs. - I shook each of their hands, lingering a little on Diana’s.

- You found it impressive? - Jefferson asked

- Honestly? - I whispered - I’d say you are a little overqualified - I smiled at them and made a little eye contact with Diana and she stifled a little giggle.

They looked at eachother and seemed to come to a silent agreement

- Well. I guess I just wanted a bit of scenery change. - Jefferson said.

- And I can’t stay still for too long. - Dinah followed.

- Then you’re all perfect for the job! - I motioned them to follow me as I lead them to our floor - Your tasks will be assigned everyday but this is a pretty straightforward company so your task will never be that crazy. Unless we have an emergency in which you’ll have binders detailing what to do in any scenario. They should be on your desks by next week. But other than that… Yes Mr. Pierce - I looked at Jefferson that had his hand up.

- Any scenario?  - A simple question, still made me self conscious as I have been called paranoid on occasion.

- Yes, any scenario that might have enough danger to bring down the building or seriously injure whoever is inside it. I make them myself so when they arrive you may ask me directly any questions about my protocols.

- And they let you do that? - This time it was Diana that spoke, she hadn’t said a word since she arrived, other than hi but that doesn’t count. - Just fill the building with contingencies for scenarios that might not happen?

If that question came from anyone else I’d assume they were mocking me or my bosses. But Diana asked with such earnestness and a want to learn that I knew she was really interested in my answer.

- Yes they do, the plans were the main reason I was put in charge of security for this place. - I said looking at her with a smile that she mirrored. Then in a whispered voice I said to the three. - The budget they gave me though, I’m sure they thought twice. - That got a laugh from them.

When I was finished with MY tour of the place, showing them the fire escapes, where all the extinguishers were and introducing them to Ana, who after laying her eyes on Diana for a little while, didn’t seem to connect the dots... I guess putting on some glasses and wearing regular clothes is enough. I left them at their desk to work out all the paperwork that needed to be filed for tomorrow's press conference. I didn’t want anyone getting hurt on my watch. 

It was a little while after that, when I was dutifully planning for this building and adapting some of my older plans to fit in with new ones, that I decided to go investigate the basement. It was perfect really, the cameras were being installed on the other floors so currently nobody was watching them, I didn’t have a reputation in this place yet so I could play the hard-ass security chief to get my way and the earlier I went the less time they had to relocate.

So I started to myself ready, grabbing a clipboard and a pen. Nobody ever questions the clipboard, when I heard a knock on my office’s door.

- Come in. - I said

The door opened and I saw Diana’s head peek in.

- Hey Y/N - She smiled at me before entering fully and closing the door behind her

- Hey Diana - I said, walking a little closer to her. - How are you enjoying your new job? Not like the government one you had huh? - I asked with a tease.

- I think I like the company in this one a little more. - She eyed me for a moment before her eyes landed on my clipboard. - Are you going to take notes?

I was still admiring her when I processed her question and I had a brilliant idea.

- Come with me!

- Okay. - She said and I paused.

- Just like that?

- I trust you. - I let out an audible ‘awn’ and she giggled

- Okay, but seriously. There’s some sketchy stuff in the basement and I was going to go investigate it alone, but since you’re here…

- I can help you - She smiled.

I opened the door and we made our way to the elevators, the whole ride to the basement level I kept thinking how big these elevators were and how close she chose to be next to me, it was so close.

The doors opened, I immediately went into “security bitch” mode and Diana quickly picked up on it, pointing at random spots on the wall and I started scribbling stuff down all the while making my way to the corridor with the door. Whenever we saw someone we scared them off with our serious looks.

Getting to the door that led to the lab didn’t take a lot of time, I was able to retrace my steps pretty well and whenever we saw someone we looked into a corner and looked busy enough to make them steer clear of the two serious security women.

- There it is - I nodded my head toward the door, Diana and I were a few meters away looking serious at a corner. She walked around me, to disguise her taking a good look at the door, I felt my face heat up a little at the action.

- There’s no one guarding it… - She whispered more to herself than for me.

- Well… I still haven’t assigned security to this floor. - I said back with a little smile.

- Right. Forgot. - She chuckled.

We took one last look down the corridor we just came through before going into the door.

As we stepped in the place was quiet, weirdly quiet. The box was nowhere to be seen as were the scientists that I saw earlier. Everything was cleaned and organized. 

- What… - I said, rapidly looking around. - Where is everything? There were so many people and this weird box… - I started to ramble, would Diana think I was making all this up just to be alone with her? Is she going to think I’m not cut out for the Justice League? Will she-

- Found something. - Diana spoke, snapping me out of my spiral. She was crouched looking behind a desk. She got up and was holding a piece of paper, looking quite pleased. - It looks like these are results for some kind of test, radiation I’d guess - she furrowed her brows looking at the paper. - It seems like they failed if their mission was to get any kind of reaction from the subject.

She looked at me, handing the paper over. I don’t know much about these types of tests but the lack of any reaction from the subject was definitely strange. The notes on the side, from what I assumed was the lead scientist, seemed to be just as confused.

- Well, I’m glad this wasn’t a complete bust. - I said, giving her back the paper. - I’m sure the… Your other job would be able to make more sense of this.

- Yes, I’m certain.

We looked at each other for a long moment. She was about to say something before we heard a click from the corridor door grabbing our attention, I didn’t have time to plan anything before the door connecting this room to the hallway was opened and I saw myself face to face with her

- Ms. Graves - I said, trying to feel brave. She scared the hell out of me. 

- Ms. L/N - She said. - You’re not supposed to be here. - She added coldly. 

I narrowed my eyes. She was right. I wasn't supposed to be here, but you are, a little voice in my head said, what is she doing here without her boss? That made sense, I’m security. I straightened up, vaguely aware of Diana beside me getting ready to scare Mercy into submission, but that wouldn’t help with not getting us in trouble. She’s used to people bowing to her because of her boss, she doesn’t expect any other response, use it. 

- I’m not? But I clearly remember our boss saying I had freedom to look around seeing where security could be reinforced. - yes, she’s going to crack, I started to walk around her, getting more confident with every word that I spoke. - I’m not sure why you are here though. I don’t see Lex around, why would leave his side? Oh dear, did you leave your post? - I feigned a surprised gasp. Keep going, right now you outrank her.

- Well… I… - She started to stutter, this was actually working. Of course it is.

- Tell you what. - Finish her, I stopped in front of Ms. Graves. - You go back to your only job in this building, and if you tell anyone. We’ll see who has more reason to walk around a building alone. In front of the directors, you will find out quickly why I’m the one they personally hired. - She’s done

She gave me a look that I can only describe as murderous, definitely a military background. I could see her racking her brain looking for a comeback, she can’t do anything, it’s not her place, when nothing came out she just turned around and left. The clicking of her heels became more and more faded. I let out a huge sigh of relief, my legs almost gave out before Diana leaned on me.

- That was amazing! - She said with a huge smile. - Are you okay?

- Yeah, just fine. - I nodded my head. - Just, thinking that fast and channeling the girls that used to bully me was harder than I thought. - I let out a breathy laugh.

- Either way, that was incredible to see, you left her speechless, flustered and sent her back with her tail between her legs. - She laughed, helping me to my feet.

- Well, thank you. But I don’t think I could’ve pulled it off by myself. - You could, I turned my body to her, we were now facing each other and by the gods I could not find that confidence I just used on Mercy.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, just knowing you were beside me and had my back gave me, like, a confidence boost? - I shifted my weight to my other foot.

- Are you saying…

- That you make me feel like a wonder woman. - I said without thinking. As soon as it left my mouth I blushed and looked away

She chuckled and said

- You should feel like it, for what it’s worth, I also think you’re a wonder woman.

- Let’s get out here. - I started to lead us out. - Would hate for us to get detained before our date this week.

She smiled and followed me out.

—------

We made our way back to the security floor where Dinah and Jefferson were still working, ignorant to mine and Diana’s little stealth mission. They must have been having a fun conversation before we arrived since they were both grinning.

- Good first day? - I asked. Curious to see what they found so funny.

- Yeah, it was better than my last job’s first day. - Dinah said and Jefferson nodded. 

- And we just got news that our friend has a date with someone they really like. - He added.

- Oh that’s nice, I didn’t know you two knew each other… - I wondered out loud

They exchanged a quick glance

- Small world. - Jefferson explained.

—-----

Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, Feels pretty bad about lying.

Diana looked out into space from a window on the Watchtower. Her first day had gone without a hitch, she even got some intel that told the League they were on the right track! She just had to lie to you about her reasons.

The League never did these infiltration missions, they were too risky, took too much time and 99% of the time someone from the Batfamily could do the job in minutes. But this one was different, the building had only one entrance, the lab was underground and security would be much tighter than any other mission they’ve ever done. 

Those were the reasons she told herself to make lying to you worth it. Sometimes, a bad path was only bad for one person and she couldn’t let herself compromise the mission.

Speaking of, she had to go to the meeting room with the rest of the leaguers to discuss their next move.

Walking in, she nodded a greeting to the other heroes in the room and took her seat. This wasn’t a big ‘end of the world’ mission, it was a slower infiltration mission so there were not that many people in the room. Just herself, Jefferson Pierce - Black Lighting, Dinah Lance - Black Canary, Oliver Queen - Green Arrow, Clark Kent - Superman, Barry Allen - The Flash, Victor Stone - Cyborg, Ray Palmer - The Atom and Batman. 

While waiting on Batman so they could start, Diana thought back to the day she had been assigned for this mission last week.

- Lex Luthor is opening a new company in Metropolis - Batman said, gesturing to the screen in the room showing a big building in the process of construction.

- So? He does that all the time. - Green Arrow spoke, none of them really understood why Batman had only brought them to this meeting. Specifically he said this had to do with Intergang’s attack the other day

- The problem lies with the expanses, he went through a lot of shell companies to mask the fact that the building has an underground laboratory with equipment that you don’t need when making electronics. - He pulled up some bank statements that proved his point.

- And you think this has anything to do with Apokolips why? - Diana asked. - Their tech is more advanced than anything on Earth.

- Lex intends to weaponize it. Either for himself or to sell to the highest bidder, we have reason to believe he got his hands on a piece of tech from Intergang before we were able to intercept and is holding it in this building. - While he spoke, Batman played a video of a truck getting a dark box with red details loaded into it with extreme care. The video cut to show the same truck pulling into this new building in the dead of night and a crew of people taking the cube inside.

- Why not just go public with this info? - Clark spoke up, he knew the only way to bring Lex down was with the media.

- Because this footage was taken by Nightwing. - He said matter of factly.

- So we steal it? - Flash asked

- That doesn’t prove that Lex had it in his possession. We want them to have it so we can monitor it, while also gathering intel on this new place.

- So we go and pretend to be clients and get him to open his doors to us. - Jefferson said, he had done this type of mission before. 

- I was thinking we open the doors ourselves. - Batman pressed a button and three resumes appeared on screen, the name and picture were blank but the rest seemed pretty good. - The company is still hiring a security crew for the building and there are three openings. Any volunteers?

Diana thought back to this moment before the door to the room finally opened and Batman walked in. 

- We have a lot to talk about so, - He gestured to Diana - if you could give us a rundown of what you found.

She nodded and got up. She took the tablet in front of the screen in the wall and pulled up the footage from her contact lenses, courtesy of Oracle, and audio from her comm.

- The lab is big with winding corridors, if it weren’t for Y/N’s knowledge of the place I would’ve been really lost. - She paused before getting back on track. Tapping on the tablet to speed up the footage - We did discover a room that seems to have a lab to experiment on the cube. We know because- Why are you looking at me like that? - Flash looked like he was holding a laugh and the others weren’t doing much better.

- It’s just… - He gestured to the screen behind her, she had accidentally paused at the moment where she was looking towards the corridor with the door that led to the lab. In the corner of the screen she could see you blushing in response to her leaning over you. - Does she know?

- Not yet. She still thinks Jefferson, Dinah and I just met that day. - She sighed, you were going to hate her. - We’ll tell her at the right moment, won’t we, Batman?

- Of course, she’s still waiting on our callback since she accepted. - He replied with a nod.

- She also thought our references were way too good for the job - Dinah spoke up. - We’re lucky she’s so trusting. - She gave Diana a look that made her feel even worse.

She could only hope you were as understanding as you were smart.

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A/N: Again sorry for the wait, send requests if you have them <33 Hope you have a nice day

[artaxlivs]

Trick please!

MUAH HAHAHA *rubs hands together. How 'bout a little crossover then - Buffy Summers/Clint Barton. Fun fact: Buffy Summers is canonically 6 months older than Clint Barton. Both 1981 babies 💜

Sure, Halloween brought all the crazies out but this guy was really weird. He was sporting vampire fangs but no cape or dark clothes. His clothes were honestly a little dated, like he hadn't been shopping for a decade. Clint had followed him all the way from the circus tonight. Now, he was leaning against one of the larger statues in the park, "Hey...." he sort of slurred.

"Drop dead - oh wait, you already did." A pretty blonde snapped at him before proceeding to quickly and efficiently kick and then stake his ass before Clint could even intervene. He was impressed. Even more impressed when she turned and zoned in on him immediately, "You next?"

"No, I'm cool." He held up his empty hands, "I'm just a carney, here with the circus." Clint waved at the still settling pile of dust she'd just killed. "I'm not whatever he was."

"You're with the circus?" She said in a slight valley girl accent, disbelief evident. "What are you - a clown?"

He laughed, easily vaulting off of the tree branch he'd been observing from. "Nah, I'm an archer." He may have preened a bit. "My act is called The Amazing Hawkeye - maybe you've heard of it."

"Yeah....no. Probably not amazing if you have to tell every one before they even buy a ticket."

Ouch.

Just as he was about to list off all of his amazing feats, the girl flipped the wooden stake still in her hand and threw it like a missile just to the right of Clint, he followed it's trajectory as it sank into a woman's chest and she exploded in a cloud of dust. Which he promptly inhaled.

"Oh *cough cough, gross, what the fuck." He coughed and gagged, trying not to think of the bits of person in his mouth and throat. "I got some in my mouth!"

"Vampire. You'll be fine." She shrugged one shoulder, "Amazing from what I hear."

She was so rude. Clint was half in love.

"Hey," he coughed once more, "You've got great aim...wanna go shoot targets?"

"Well, normally Halloween is supposed to be vamp free but it never seems to work out that way." She eyed him, "You any good with that bow strapped to your back?"

Clint smirked, "Amazing, actually."

"Let's go shoot some targets then, loser buys breakfast." She spun another stake in her hand and holstered it like a revolver.

Yeah....Clint was definitely in love.

[ragnar0c]

Woops seems I got the brainworms for your ocs. couple more little questions :

Your Zodiac lore is insane cool. I got a little EO fan-Yggdrasil project going on with a star-based class, is it ok if I take inspiration from your worldbuilding for this?

If you'd like could you ramble about Cinnabar and her ?gf? please?

Oh! Dm me about the inspiration/ fan project and we can talk things out! Bc it depends on what you’d like to take inspiration from + I wanna know more!

OUGH Cinnabar and Gabieta beloved.

Their fic hasn’t progressed much and it’s going to be a bunch of lore one shots. But there’s a timeskip after the first 2 chapters. Cin and Gabi are like the opposite of Hana and Alope in the sense that, they both like each other chapter 1 and are engaged in their story (after the time skip)

During the time skip they traveled and did magic together. (The first two chapters is essentially Gabieta stealing Cinnabar’s heart so she comes with her lolll)

Cinnabar focuses on alchemy, like astrology there’s lots of kinds of alchemy, Cin focuses on elemental transmutations…. Gabi has the war lore and witchcraft. Cin is more withdrawn but has the most reactive magic, vs Gabi who is outspoken and has the quiet healing magic and lore. They are opposites whose partners personalities inspire their crafts.

Cinnabar is named such bc— Cinnabar is a form of mercury, one of the principles of alchemy. It’s the fluid state, susceptible to change. Gabieta is a fire associated name and fire in certain branches of alchemy represents the spirit (Holy). Gabi’s fire makes Cinnabar adapt. Cinnabar’s story is called Full Mettle bc Gabieta gets them spirited and increases their mettle.

They are sweet, but not without issue.

At some point, Cinnabar becomes focused on one of alchemy’s greatest mysteries, immortality. She sets her sights on High Lagaard, and Gabieta is super excited bc it’s a moment where Cin decides for herself what she wants. But… after deciding Cin gets a little lost, has a hard time standing up for themself…. It’s cool to see them work it out together, as a couple.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

@blupjeansweek day 1: Refuge

The sky opens up in a fickle instant. A moment ago, nothing but blue skies and fluffy clouds. The next, Barry’s clothes are getting soaked through and he’s looking for some kind of refuge from the storm. 

He ducks into the first structure that has something more substantial than a thatched roof. Lucky for him, he finds himself not in a private residence with an unhappy homeowner, but inside a cozy bookshop. Cozy is putting it gently; he's certain that there are more books than there are square feet in the shop. Precarious stacks loom taller than his head, small trinkets sit where they can find purchase, and handwritten signs vaguely outline some organizational structure. 

He can't see any kind of checkout desk or register. He assumes he's not intruding; the door was unlocked, after all. 

The shop smells mildewy, a signifier of a good bookshop. More signs lure him further into the shop, promising more books in branching rooms and rarer books downstairs. 

Thunder cracks outside, loud enough to make some of the stacks wobble. Further in it is.

He's several twisting hallways and branching rooms in when he sees another soul. A dark brown cat with tan stripes and intense brown eyes. It's perched on a desk, sitting like it owns the place. 

Barry keeps himself at a distance; doesn't want to risk an allergy flare up in such tight quarters. But he smiles at it. Truly he's cursed with his allergy whilst being fond of cats. It's never an allergy foisted upon cat haters, that's for sure.

The cat meows at him, almost expectantly. 

"Hey! Hi! I'm just checking the place out."

The cat meows again. More interrogatively this time. 

"I'm Barry." He sneezes, though whether it's from the dander or the rain, he isn't sure. 

The cat seems satisfied with this answer and stretches, walking its paws up a stack of sturdy hardbacks. One goes toppling off the stack. Barry bends down to pick it up, but a voice stops him. 

"Oh, I got that, don't worry about it!"

By the time Barry straightens up, the cat is gone and in its place is a beautiful woman, sitting on the desk, putting the book back in its place. 

If Barry were in some kind of fantasy novel, he'd remark on the similarities between the woman and the cat in a way that's somehow more than just people looking like their pets.

But that'd be silly. 

She smiles at him. "So. Barry. Are you cool?"

A frown. No? Historically, no. "Yeaaaaah," he says, surely so convincingly. 

"Just trying to see if you're a narc, dude."

"Not a narc."

"You sure? You gotta tell me if you are. That’s the law, probably."

"Hundred percent not a narc."

"Cool! I'm Lup. If you promise not to get rain on them, you wanna come down to the basement and see the collection of rare books I've got? I also have a pretty dope coffee maker down there, if that sweetens the deal for you." She pauses and ponders. "This isn't like, a Cask of Amontillado situation, I promise."

Barry laughs in spite of himself."Uh. Yeah, yeah, Lup. I'd love that. Promise not to rain on the books." In fact, he feels remarkably dry now. Weird. Must have been in here longer than he thought. 

"Dope! Follow me," she says, disappearing from sight with a remarkable speed. 

In fact, he doesn't see Lup trotting downstairs, but the cat from earlier. 

"Um. H-hey Lup? Are you the cat? Because you gotta tell me if you're the cat! It's the law, probably!" He gets no answer.

He follows the cat, of course. He thinks he has to. 

[capobegone]

Hey again!! Since I am rewatching demon slayer I see a lot of characters I can recommend for the slug comparisons! 

Here are some! Makomo, the big demon from final selection (he is never named I believe, the one who was put in the final selection by Urokodaki) Tanjiro in the cloud kimono (during final selection as well)! or Urokodaki :] (I honestly really wanna see which slugs could be similar to the cloud kimono and since Tanjiro and Urokodaki have different masks it would be cool to see!)

In a separate post you could do the Kamado family since they all have different styles :] you could even do Tanjuro in this outfit: 

I think it would be cool to search for!! Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo, Naho, and Kanae (the butterfly girls :D!!) Goto too! Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Senjuro, Suma, Hinatsuru, Makio, Koygai, the lower moons, Susamaru, Yahaba, Koyuki, Hakuji (I know you have done Akaza though it would be cool to see his human form!) Keizo, Uta, Shizu Shinazugawa, Kotoha Hashibira, Ruka Rengoku, Amane Ubuyashiki! (I would say Kie Kamado though I already suggested the Kamado family :])

I sent a lot so you can choose which characters you would like to do first and since there’s so many you could make multiple posts! I hope you have fun with this! :D I am excited to see more characters as sea slugs YIPPEE!

Hello again!! So sorry it took me so long to respond!! Things have been busy recently and this one has required quite a bit of research. For now, I picked the ones that I thought the most unique and interesting results, and perhaps I’ll make it back to some of the others in a separate post in the future. :D

Kamado Tanjuro

-My friend, you’ve done it. You’ve finally given me an excuse to use what is hands down my favorite sea slug of all time: the Cyrce Nigricans!! -ISN’T IT SO COOL???? AAAAAA!! I LOVE IT!

Rengoku Senjuro

-I bet you all thought I couldn’t do it, huh? “But Capo, he looks just like his brother, there can’t be another slug that looks exclusively like him!”

-WRONG! This slug is Senjuro. I said what I said and I will die on this hill.

Susamaru

-I literally went looking for this exact type of slug.

-The orange and the stripes look just like her lil outfit!!

Makomo

-The blue and pink spots seemed very floral to me!

-This one reminded me a lot of her mask.

Hakuji

-Have I told you guys that Hakuji is one of my favorite characters of all time and that I love him more than life itself? Because he is, and I do.

-A bold choice with the Blue Dragon sea slug, but I was really feeling it, and the way that it branches out into an almost snowflake-like pattern sealed the deal for me.

Koyuki

-Ah, yes. Dear, sweet Koyuki. I love her. Gone too soon.

-The white spots on the pink slug look like her kimono, and the yellow noses and lungs on its back look like her hair comb (not visible in this pic, but it’s there)!

This is what I’ve got for now! I have some more that I want to do (just picked one out for Kakushi Gotou but he didn’t make it in yet!), so I’ll try to make another post at some point soon. I gotta buckle down and do some more research to account for some of the nuances between characters that look similar, so we’ll see what I can come up with! :D

[mrthenarrator]

YO I FLUSTERED THE NARRATOR

Dear Narry,

You can just call me Emmy, since you seem to enjoy me so much. I just wanted to know you better, so I’m here to ask about your hobbies, and whether they include sitting around and looking handsome (you don’t have to answer the last part-)! But no genuinely, you are cool and I wanna know things about you.

Also, here’s some platonic head smooches and headpats! <3

-E.T.S.

Very well, Emmy! And thank you for the platonic head pats and head kisses!

As for my hobbies -aside from sitting around and looking handsome as I usually do- 😏I do a fair share of writing in my free time!

While most of it is directly tied to potential scripts and endings for the Parable, I've recently been trying to write small story prompts of writing beyond the office. It's nothing too grand like what is expected of from The Stanley Parable, but rather simply just me writing for the sake of fun. It's been rather refreshing to branch out and explore other scenarios I can write for. I may end up adding some scenarios into the game! (Highly unlikely, but I'm open for inspiration to strike me)

I'm also helping Oswin write for his webcomic! Since one of the main characters is inspired by me, he's been asking for help regarding dialogue and personality when it comes to my character. So I'm doing the best I can to assist rather than lead.

Aside from writing, I've also been attempting to learn how to play the guitar in the physical world. While I know the chords and the melody in my head, transferring that information into my arms and hands is difficult now that I don't have the aid of the game's code to assist me. I am proud of the progress I've made so far, however! Perhaps I'll record a video of myself playing soon!

I also have taken an interest in consuming more content. I won't list anything specific, but I'm consuming more content from the internet in search of inspiration for creative endeavours. (And watching the occasional video of gamers playing my game. I'm personally a big fan of "Markiplier's" and "Jack's Epic Eye's" videos.)

Those are my hobbies! (If i remember them all correctly, that is. I am old enough to forget a few things here and there! 😅)

What about you, Emmy? I am more than interested in learning more about my followers, So you and anyone else are welcome to introduce yourselves. 😊