#can u tell i liked one snippet more than the rest

[mishy-mashy]

Quotation marks on names because those names are aliases. Different Resistance fics (OCs) focus on,

"Ray" - The direness of what Japan is like back then. Not meant to make you feel good or have fun when you read it

Feat. Ability drawbacks do exist, being forced to earn survival, and it's impossible to survive in Japan alone.

Himura - The discrimination of Meta Humans (treated as sub-normal) and being left behind over and over

Feat. Metas are called monsters, Bruce intervenes in the transportation for a Meta Human trading ring, and abandonment issues

"Boss" - A safe space and a kind hand can be everything to someone

Feat. Kudo breaks down after the sewer incident, an "If you have any respect for me" moment, and lots of boba.

Shiki - The whole package of the aboves, and what the Resistance was like, both on-duty and in moments of calm. Lots of ugly humanity whenever pressure starts to come down.

Feat. The first Three (+ OC) get to meme, Yoichi is the prettiest bastard in the world, Kudo is a snarky bitch obsessed with Disney, and Bruce is the parent of the Resistance. Reality will hit like a truck at times and the humor will be nowhere in sight then.

"Batman" - The irony of having a cliche, aesthetic Meta Ability, and no one (including the wielder) even realizing it exists for over half the story.

Feat. Dressing like a cool, hip vampire, Yoichi calling OC "Batman" unironically (much to Bruce's delight), and iron deficiencies.

[orbitariums]

christopher moltisanti x black! reader (snippet) as promised literally LAST YEAR... i know my people are still waiting on it i'm so sorry for leaving yall hanging, gays can u ever forgive me?

this is a SNIPPET of the shit i literally started last week... there's room for improvement and hopefully this will force me to finish this. also if any of y'all are also into challengers, i've got some patrick zweig and art donaldson (x black reader) fic posted and more incoming ehehehe.

anyway. set in like s3/s4, when christopher was working in an office (completely blanking on when that actually was but you'll have to forgive me i literally started this last summer (and still haven't finished the sopranos because i am notoriously slow at finishing tv shows))

cappuccino w/ extra cream | christopher moltisanti x black!reader

contains: smut, mentions of racial tension, christopher is NOT an abusive racist in this sopranosverse <3

You and Christopher Moltisanti were not a predictable match. It was only by chance that you met, while he was ordering lunch at the bodega you worked at after he had scored a hit in your neighborhood. He knew better than to come back, especially just for you, but he did. Over and over he came in, ordering a turkey and cheese on a roll with extra relish, shoving an inappropriately large tip in the tip jar just for you— just enough times until you caved in and let him take you out to dinner.

Of course, your family had a fit, and you didn’t even want to think about what Christopher went through with his crew when it came time to finally tell them about his forbidden love life. But all of the ruckus had died down, and now between the two of your crews was this unspoken, stifled agreement that they would let this union exist in peace. It was the 90s for god’s sake, and Christopher was a stubborn mule. 

Once he knew what he wanted, there was no backing down, even if it made him look like an idiot to those whom he served. And by god, did he want you. He was obsessed with you. Always wining and dining you, showing you off without shame. Of course, you two had been through your ups and downs, but Christopher treated you right. You were probably the first woman he’d treated right, the first he cared for unconditionally. No pains in sight except those he took to spoil you and cherish you beyond the diamonds and Versace pumps he gifted you. Even Paulie could respect it, along with the rest. It’s partially why they left it alone, and even smiled and shook your hand when you showed up on his arm. He thought about you every waking moment, he was positively lovestruck. 

It was a slow day at the office. Already Christopher had to reprimand Thing One and Thing Two for trying to intimidate the new guy. He was secluded now in his office, scrolling aimlessly on his chunky desktop computer when he heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, baby!” came your voice, tinkling like bells in his ear and positively soaring through the room from the other side of the door. 

Christopher stood up, standing straight as if he’d just downed a shot of espresso, and he had to physically resist flinging himself at the door for the sake of the guys outside who were watching him. He opened it, first looking past you and glaring at the guys who had frozen on their phones and computers, gaping at the sight of you being let into Christopher’s office. Like they’d never seen anybody before. 

“What are you jerkoffs looking at?” Christopher barked. “Get back to work!”

Immediately resumed the punching sounds of typing and the drawls of the sleazy salesmen on the phone with their poor customers. As if it were nothing, Christopher retreated back, facing you with a broad, charming smile.

“YN, baby… what are you doin’ here?” he asked, that dopey lover boy tinkle sneaking into his voice, which always did anytime he talked to you. He sounded like a completely different person— like the Chris he might have been if he weren’t born into the family he was born into. He took your arms into his hands, caressing them gently, softly smiling. “Here, come in.”

He opened the door wide enough for you to come in, glared at everyone once again when you walked past, and then closed it, clicking the door locked. Not that anyone would try to come in unannounced anyway.   

“Wanted to see you, that’s all,” you smiled, plush lips pressed against one another. “Got off work early, got you a capp and chocolate biscotti. Extra creamy, just how you like it.”

You sat down at the chair opposite his desk, setting down two coffee cups and a crinkly paper bag. Christopher felt like he was dreaming. His discontent seemed to fade away now that you were here— bright colors replaced the dull dram palette of his lonely office and he only had eyes for you. The smell of creamy espresso wafted towards him, mingling with the praline swirls of perfume that glided off of your pressure points. He was in Heaven— he was sure of it. All of his senses were overwhelmed by beauty when he was around you. 

“My girl. Always so sweet,” Christopher picked up a cup and sat down in his desk chair across from you. He pried open the lid and took a deep sniff, all the while maintaining the most tantalizing eye contact with you, both of you staring at each other with smirking smiles painted on your lips. 

“Go on, drink it,” you prompted him, unable to hide the smile from your voice. 

“What, I can’t look at you instead?” Christopher crooned back. “C’mere. Come, sit on my lap. Sitting across from me, what are you, a client?”

You shook your head, laughing at Christopher’s incessant demands to always be close to you, always be looking at you. He was always touchy-feely and lovey-dovey. His affinity for physical touch lurked not so far beyond the cold mobster exterior. You got up anyway, slinked over to him, and sat. One leg crossed over the other, the skin of one thigh sinking into the other. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his chin into your shoulder, gazing up at you. 

“Your hair looks nice,” Christopher commented, gently grabbing a handful of your fresh auburn-colored braids and stroking his hand through the gaps.

“Oh, thank you,” you snaked a hand through your hair, tilting your head so you could see Christopher better. 

“You go to that salon? Put it on my card?”

“Of course, baby. Thank you,” you smiled coyly, kissing his cheek with a loud smack.

“You just tell me anytime you need to get your hair done. With you, it’s every two weeks, but I can’t complain.”

You snickered,

“Yeah, until I make you sit there and wait for me for six hours to get some braids.”

“I dunno how you do it. You’ve got patience like nobody else,” Christopher replied, pushing some of your braids to the other side.

“We have patience like no other.”

Christopher looked down at your skirt— a tight pencil skirt that matched the brown hues of your skin and hugged your curves nicely. You matched it with a blazer and a white blouse. You looked so sexy and professional, and elegant.

“And this skirt,” Christopher continued, layering on the compliments with a renewed curiosity, the kind of curiosity that wanted to know what was under the skirt. His hands, rough and large, found their way onto your lap and your thigh. His hands, marred and toughened from his profession, felt nothing like your buttery smooth skin, but still, you found yourself melting into his touch. Your wispy lashes brushed against your cheek as your eyes fluttered slightly closed. 

“Burberry. You like it?” you bit down on your lip, giving him doe eyes as you craned your neck to coo at him. 

A deep smirk set on Christopher’s lips and his thick brows rose slightly. His hands left your body for only a moment to raise up in the air as if considering the question, then they were right back where they belonged, 

“Do I like it? I wanna fuck you with it on.”

Your mouth dropped.

“Christopher!” you enunciated each syllable, glaring back at him with twinkling, faux scandalized wide eyes. 

“What? I can’t be honest anymore?” Christopher asked, his words beginning to sound muffled as he pressed his lips against your neck ever-so-gently, but enough so that you could feel it. “I’m Catholic. Lying is a sin.”

“What’re you doing, Chris?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes amusedly. You wouldn’t keep up this facade for long, but he would play along and break down your walls. 

“You smell so fucking good,” Christopher practically inhaled your scent, his big nose pressed against the nape of your neck. “You got more of this stuff?”

You frowned slightly, remembering that you were savoring the last of it,

“I’m almost out.”

“I’ll get you more,” Christopher replied immediately. “Make that your signature scent.”

You chuckled at Christopher’s insistence, his matter-of-fact way of speaking about certain things. Not controlling, but honest about what he wanted. 

“Okay, I will,” you grinned. 

Christopher pushed away your braids so that one side of your neck was completely bare for him to continue peppering kisses upon. It was clear to you that he wanted more than just this, as sweet as it was. And you wanted it too, but not without teasing him first. 

“I want you right now,” Christopher said, a certain desperation tinged in his voice that only you could provoke. He knew he’d have you, and could have you… but still, every time, he seemed to rescind into this character of the enthralled lover boy who didn’t quite have the girl. Like he was still ordering sandwiches from the other side of the counter and telling you to keep the change. 

“Christopher! You’re at work. What if someone hears?”

Christopher snorted through his nose, 

“I don’t give a fuck. ‘Sides, only thing those jerkoffs can hear is the sound of their own 

mouth-breathing.”

You giggled, but half-heartedly, trying to catch your breath. Christopher wasn’t the only one who was defenseless in this relationship. You wouldn’t be able to guess it right away, but he had you wrapped around his finger too, right along with his Cuban ring. Everything he did positively enraptured you, even if it made him dangerous. But when you were with him, everything was swathed in the softest fabrics, and the air smelled of fresh linen and fields of flowers. None of the blood and tears that his work consisted of. 

You crumpled under his touch, easily. He knew you, mind, soul, and more presently, body. The room was silent, bar for the slightest sounds of lips against your neck and fabric swishing against itself as he eased his hand further up your thigh, pushing underneath your skirt. By now his kisses against your neck had you tilting your head back in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. You could feel the outline of his cock against your ass and wanted nothing more than to get closer. Each time you saw each other it was like you hadn’t seen each other in years, would never see each other again. The passion never dissipated. 

His hand crept further and further until it reached the side of your panties, lifting the elastic band and then letting it slap against your skin. His kisses against your neck grew deeper and traveled up to your chin, his other hand wrapped around your waist tightly. You gasped slightly at Chris’ suggestive touch.

“Christopher…” you whispered, your voice reduced to a weak shiver, lids becoming heavy. 

“What?” he responded, his breath heavy. 

“Please, I need you to touch me.”

“Where?” Christopher asked, fighting the smile that was pulling at his lips. 

“Here!” you exclaimed with desperation, grabbing his hand and pressing it against the center of your panties where there was a wet mark. 

“Oh, there,” Christopher replied, fingers pressing into you over the delicate fabric. 

“Yes, please,” you whimpered, your whole body beginning to tense up as if preparing for sweet impact. 

You were relieved when you felt him push your panties to the side and you could finally feel his fingers against your flesh, prodding at your folds as if collecting your wetness along his fingertips. 

“You’re always so wet,” he shuddered, wasting no time and pushing a thick finger into your hole, making you nearly jump out of your seat on his lap. Instead, though, you simply arched your hips up against his finger, letting out a deep exhale. “And so warm.”

“Oh!” you yelped out in pleasant shock when Christopher added another finger, fully stretching you out now and sending a buzzing vibration up your spine. 

“Thought you didn’t want anybody to hear us?” Christopher taunted you, lips hot against your ear. 

“Ugh,” you moaned, rolling your eyes. “Just—please.”

“Please what?” Christopher asked, all while quickening the pace of his fingers inside you, switching from slow, scissoring motions to a fast slam that caused you to collapse against his chest, your legs pried open. Christopher moaned to himself at the feeling of your wet slick against his fingers, the way he could feel you getting wetter as he pushed his fingers in and out of your hot entrance. 

“Please fuck me,” you whined, your voice taking on an entirely new high pitch as you jolted into the pleasure and the change of pace. 

“‘M gonna fuck you, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Christopher kept pushing his learned fingers into you, hitting your g-spot with ease. “Gonna make you take my cock.”

“M-mhm,” you gasped out. Chris wanted to see this through, but the way he was straining against his pants was killing him. It was painful not to be able to be inside of you. 

“Fuck, I’m taking this off,” he announced, and you both fumbled together to unzip your skirt and toss it onto the floor. His pants and boxers came next, along with your panties. All thrown carelessly around the room. Then he lifted you and turned you around so you were facing him, straddling him on his desk chair. You were already desperately grinding against the base of his cock, your arousal trailing up his shaft. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Christopher’s voice seemed to grind into a growl as he watched you roll your hips desperately against his cock. 

“Please,” you pouted, his words passing through you like a gust of wind— you hardly registered them. You were too busy grabbing at his cock and trying to 

“Why’d you really come here, huh? To get fucked?”

You hated and loved how easy it was for him to turn you into putty. 

more soon i promithhh <3 keep me on my toes yall

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hey darling!!! <3, hope your day is good, well, i saw your Seto Kaiba dating hc's and i read the "He just gets even better when one day he comes home with a ring" snippet, AND I GET SO HYPED FOR WEDDING/HUSBAND SETO KAIBA HC'S, so can i request "married Seto Kaiba hc's"? if not its ok, but i will be so happy if you do it

just a moment to appreciate this handsome man's beaut-

Hello lovely! My day is going okay, I hope yours is as well <3

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Content: Seto Kaiba x GN!Reader

Warnings: Talk of children at the end (I made sure to separate that section from the rest of the headcanons incase people don't want to read that part)

Notes: I've started my second year of college and I already want to rip my hair out. I hope these headcanons are okay <3

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Seto doesn't want to trouble you with planning the wedding. He has professionals handling it.

However, obviously I feel you'd want a say in the color scheme and your own outfit at your wedding. Seto will absolutely let you make those decisions, he just figured you wouldn't want to bother yourself with the wedding plans. It would most likely be you doing all the work anyway, he has a company to run. (Wedding planning can take more than a year in some cases for those who don't know, and the more lavish and expensive it is, the longer the planning will be)

You two enjoy your engagement though. As much as Seto says he hates the press, he loves all the attention you two are getting from the Japanese media.

I think a lot of people thought Seto would never get married because of how snobby he is, and how focused he is on his company and a children's card game, so he can't wait to show up to every rich get-together with his arm around your shoulders, telling everyone you're his spouse.

Your wedding was in a lavish area off the coast of Japan. Mokuba was Seto's best man, while (Yugi friend/your own friend) was your best man/maid of honor. Your vows to each other were so sweet and loving, Jonouchi had to rub his eyes to make sure it was Kaiba you were marrying and not somebody else.

Because Seto is a famous man, your wedding was most likely televised.

The night was filled with laughter, congratulations to you and Seto, amazing food, jokes, and all around happiness. It was undoubtedly the best day of your life.

Your honeymoon was overseas though. Seto finally pried himself away from his work, and was looking forward to spending two uninterrupted weeks with you in Italy (or wherever else you choose)

Your honeymoon is filled with romantic gestures, long nights (hehe), and a whole lot of lovin'

When you come back home, Seto goes to work and you give Mokuba all the PG-13 details. How Seto treated you to nice dinners, how amazing the view was both in the day and night, and showed him pictures of you and Seto and your honeymoon

Surprisingly, Seto is the first one of you two to post your honeymoon pictures. They become flooded with supportive and loving comments, Jonouchi's comments never failing to make you laugh

Some days you'll let off Seto's staff early and make dinner for you two and Mokuba, or get takeout. Depends on how you're feeling that night

Seto appreciates it either way, and is just glad to get some time to spend with you and Mokuba at the end of his tiring work day

Sometimes you and Seto will have the same idea though, and you'll both get takeout by accident. The funniest is when you both show up to the same place and are like "What're you doing here??" "I could ask you that too"

Rarely does Seto cook, but damn is it fucking good. If he has a day off and decides to let his staff go home early, he'll cook for you and Mokuba

Seto lives to make your life easier. Need someone to manage your public account because the press can be too much to handle? He's going on a search for a suitable manager. Feel lonely by yourself at the mansion? He's asking Mokuba to surprise you with Yugi and co. (begrudgingly).

He's still going to be busy with work, but he'll make it up to you by bringing you on work trips whenever he can. He'll book nice hotels for the two of you, and always makes sure that he's all yours after five o'clock.

He confides all of his work troubles to you now, and if you thought he was stressing before when you were dating, it's now a whole new level. You're locked in with him for life, and Seto is about to spill all of his secrets to you. You suggest a therapist to help him regulate the stress, and he scoffs at the idea.

"Do you know how many people would put a price on the information I'm telling you? Yeah, no thanks."

So instead, you make ways to help him relax. You tell him about taking a bath with the whole nine - a relaxing bath bomb, candles, soft music...and he scoffs at the idea. So instead, you decide to trick him.

"Seto, there's something called an epsom salt bath that you can soak in, it helps you relax."

"Isn't that for sore muscles?"

"And weren't you complaining about how sore your shoulders are?"

You manage to get your husband in the warm bath, poured epsom salt in there, then sat carefully on the edge of the tub and massaged his shoulders. He relaxed enough to where began to close his eyes, and you slipped a blue bath bomb into the water. He was none the wiser about what you were doing until the bomb completely dissolved, you managed to light a candle or two, and he only opened his eyes when you began to play some soft music.

"What...?"

"Is this relaxing, Seto?"

"..." He won't admit it, but it really is.

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The next section talks about children, but no actual pregnancy! So if you don't like the topic, no worries! You can skip it <3

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Of course, with (some) marriages, comes the topic of children. In the Japanese dub of the anime, Seto tells Mokuba that he'll be his dad and look after them once they're in the orphanage (in the English its just big brother), which means you are now technically Mokuba's "adopted mother."

In the original manga, Mokuba was also in public school and had a lot of friends there, so I like to think that he sometimes goes between homeschooling and public school. If things become dangerous and Seto thinks Mokuba will be kidnapped again, he'll pull him out of school. But once things calm down, he'll allow Mokuba to go back to school. Which means, you and Seto are the best parents at the PTA meetings and after school events.

Of course, if Seto can't make it then you'll go for the both of you. Anything Mokuba has after school where he performs, you record it for Seto (and future memories).

Doing this for so long will make Seto think about what it would be like to actually have a child with you. I think he would want two, so they could have the same sibling bond that he and Mokuba have. And with how dangerous the world is, what if something happened to him or you or Mokuba?

He thinks about it for a while before finally bringing it up to you to see how you feel. If you're up for having a child with him, then he'll be ecstatic and jump right on it. If you biologically cannot be pregnant, then thats okay, adoption is absolutely on the table. Mokuba is excited to know that he's going to be an uncle.

[subskz]

hi ms. rin!! long time no see ☺️

i was always reading your works & all your amazing posts but i realize today it was a long time since i sent an ask >< i hope you’re doing great!

i wanted to ask if you’re still writing the childhood friends to lovers with lee know? ever since butterfly bandage i was craving to read another longfic from you cause you write so beautifully :< & with minho being my bias i think i’ll die if you make a story for him..! not to pressure you of course 💕

-🧸

hello hello omg it really has been a while!! it’s so nice to see you again my dear i hope you’ve been doing well and taking care since we last spoke ♡

you’re too kind thank u so much for your lovely words!! it’s so sweet that u even remember i was writing that lino fic i’m really glad you’re looking forward to it 😭 it’s still very much a wip so i’m not exactly sure when it’ll be out, but i work on it all the time! here’s a few lil sneak peeks just for u hehe

also please note that a lot of this is subject to change since i’m still working on it 😽 these snippets are still a bit barebones

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 1

You stared at the crumpled nest; abandoned, with what was left of it quickly being carried away by the wind. Straw by straw. You felt like crying.

Don’t be so sensitive. You told yourself. It's just a stupid bird.

“Wow,” a familiar voice, soft and brusque and not sounding very wowed at all, came from behind you. “That’s amazing, isn’t it?”

You lifted your head, whipping around to find its source. Not that you really needed to, anyway. You knew that voice better than your own, by now.

“Huh?”

“They were just babies, but they already flew away.” Minho crouched down next to you to examine the remains of the fallen nest. His small fingers brushed over it, so delicately that the grass barely shifted under his touch. “Like they know exactly where they’re supposed to go.”

You rested your hands on your knees, unconvinced, refusing to look at him. Your eyes were stinging. You didn’t want him to think you were dramatic. You didn’t want him to make fun of you. He’d put just as much care into looking after them, if not more. He’d stayed with them even longer than you had. How could he be so accepting of it?

“Birds are so cool,” he continued. A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, like it was summoned by his airy lilt. “They can go wherever they want.”

“Why do they have to go?” you muttered.

“Cause the world’s so big, dummy,” he said it like common knowledge, like he’d consulted the birds himself. “And they’re so small. So they gotta start seeing it early before they die.”

You puffed out a half-hearted laugh.

“You’re like a bird,” you decided.

“Mm?”

“You do what you wanna and go where you wanna.”

“I can’t be a bird,” Minho sniffed. “They fly too high. I'm more like a cat, ‘cause no matter where they go, they always know how to find their way home.”

“Like Soonie,” you said.

“Like Soonie,” he agreed. “Remember when he was gone for three days? But then he showed up again like nothing happened?”

“You cried a lot,” you giggled.

Minho huffed, looking away. “I knew he’d come back.” 

It had been one of the only times you’d ever seen him cry in your four years of friendship. He might’ve completely denied crying altogether if the subject were anything other than his beloved cat. His little brother.

“So you’ll always come back, too? Like Soonie?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I'm gonna be here ‘til I'm at least 100, or else someone will take our spot under the maple tree.”

ᓚᘏᗢ — snippet 2

Minho’s hand reached for yours. It was shaking.

“If you're scared, I can stay with you,” he offered. You could tell he was trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable tremor there. Not breezy, not carefree; thick and heavy with apprehension. It weighed down your conscience. “It’ll be embarrassing if you’re the only one in class left behind, right?”

You remembered how he’d reacted when you traveled up to the mountains last summer, how he’d turned away from the window when the car drove along the edge of the road, with nothing but a flimsy, rusting metal barrier standing between you and several thousand foot fall. You remembered how much trouble he’d had walking straight when you first arrived at the campsite, strangely quiet, muttering to himself about how high up it was. It was too high, the air was too thin, the world was too far away. 

Those were the issues, of course. The issue certainly wasn’t that he was terrified out of his mind. A cat stuck in a tree, longing to accept help without sacrificing his pride. Unsure whether to hiss at whoever came near, or leap into their arms. He’d grabbed your hand the exact same way, back then. 

“Okay,” you replied.

He perked up, features flashing with a hopefulness that was almost enough to break your facade. 

“Hm?”

It would’ve been so easy in that moment, to tease him. To call him out, gain the upper hand on him for once in six years. But looking at those eyes—round and bright and gleaming under his glasses with an innocence that effectively wiped away every annoying thing he’d ever done from your memory, you just couldn’t bring yourself to. 

“Let’s skip the rollercoaster,” you said plainly. “I’m scared.”

You weren’t, strangely enough. You wondered if Minho knew that. Of the two of you, he was undoubtedly the risk taker. His mind was too capricious to not explore every possibility there was, to not absorb everything the world had to offer until he found himself in it. It was almost exhilarating for you, to be the adventurous one, for a change. To be the one who didn’t hold yourself back.

You wanted to be bold. You wanted to be fearless. You wanted to impress him. 

But more than any of that, you wanted to stay with him. You didn’t want him to sit alone on the amusement park bench, watching his classmates have fun without him as he fumbled with the wrapping of a snack he couldn’t eat, because the anxiety had made his stomach hurt. 

“Seriously,” his grin was weak, but as he laced your fingers together properly, you could feel the quiver in his hand begin to calm. “What would you do without me?”

You simply grunted, allowing him to tug you along to the bench. You didn’t want to think about it. It was playful, not really seeking a response, but that didn’t stop his question from lingering in the back of your mind. Like a part of you knew that, sooner or later, you’d have no choice but to find the answer.

[cloudcountry]

hello my fellow solomon enjoyer in christ !!!!!! i hope you dont mind me dropping knto your inbox (i wanna befriend more solomon enjoyers if u dont midn that either ><) outta nowhere

your solomon snippet fromnthe other day is still stufk in my head (because firstly it heavily aligns w my own hcs and your writing is heartwrenchingly beautiful!!!) so i was wondering what other angst sol hcs you have !!!

have a lovely day !!! (also this is my fourth attempt bc tumblr keeps on crashing in the middle of writing this ask……. 😭)

HELLO!!!!! i dont mind one bit pls drop by whenever!!!! i am super excited whenever i see something in my inbox :D !!!!

FRIEND ??? YES I WOULD LOVE THAT i dont rlly have any obey me moots AAAAAAA RATTLING YOU RN

?>!@!>?@>?!>?@>?#!>?@ I LOVE IT WHEN MY HCS ALIGN W SOMEONE ELSES IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SMART LIKE YES!!!! I THOUGHT THAT TOO!!!!! AAAAA!!!!!!!

i have quite a few actually SO SO SO IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE JEHFHRGHGHRGRH YOU HAVE A GODO DAY TOO!!!! THANK YOU <33333 (tumblr is so annoying sometimes HELP)

SPOILERS FOR THE OG GAME LESSONS 16-17

His whole hehe haha jokey thing when he flirts with MC? It's because he doesn't want to get too attached because they're MORTAL but he's so desperately in love with them that he'd do anything for them!!! We've seen it!!! This man would fight DEMONS more powerful than him and go up against ANYTHING just so you're safe!!! GRAHHHH that scene in Nightbringer when Belphie was like "I'm mad." and Solomon was like "And you think I'm not?" FUCK THAT LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND I THINK ABOUT IT SO MUCH. Actions speak louder than words!!

He's had multiple nightmares about losing them to a demon, especially Belphegor because he actually killed MC. He also dreams of Lucifer threatening them (ANOTHER thing that happened in the OG game, but this was one that Solomon actually witnessed) except this time Solomon can't get to them and before he knows it their eyes are lifeless and he's the only one that seems to care on the dancefloor of demons who laugh at the existence of humans.

There's a small part of him that wants to convince MC to attempt to become immortal just like him so he can see them all the time, though the bigger part of him knows that isn't right. Please tell him it's okay to be selfish.

Every day, he insists on taking a picture of you. He has a secret little scrapbook of pictures and memories of you, daily memories of you. It doesn't matter if all you did that day was video call him, he'll take a screenshot of your smiling face and put that in his scrapbook. He does this so he'll have a timeline of your relationship, from the day one of you confessed to the day you pass. He'll be able to remember anything and everything about you even when you aren't there anymore.

Whenever you cuddle with Solomon and he rests his head on your chest, he's listening to your heartbeat. I actually think most if not ALL the obey me cast would do this (ESPECIALLY BELPHIE!!!!!!) just to check that you're still okay and haven't been hurt.

He has a habit of checking you for injuries whenever he sees you. He'll run his hands down your arms and down your waist just to make sure there's no wounds. It's become so habitual that he doesn't even really realize he's doing it anymore.

[firstprincehornyramblings]

WIP Wednesday 7-24-24

Hello everyone! I am now focusing on my Jealous Henry x Alex in lingerie WIP, I haven't been as fast lately (got some grown adult shoulder issues that makes typing hard blah blah) but I'm feeling better now, so we're getting back into the grove. Thank you @fullerthanskippy @eusuntgratie @doublecheekedkinard @henryspearl @taste-thewaste & @henrysfox for the tags all of your snippets were so good

I'm here to ruin the mood with some angst

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The two of them stayed like that for a while, David in Henry’s arms, occasionally shifting a paw or turning to lick at the salty tears on the blond’s cheeks. Henry cried hard, but nearly silently, a talent he'd mastered in his years living at Kensington Palace. He didn’t let it go on too long though, for fear Alex would come back to check on him and he’d have to explain himself. Once he’d stopped the crying, he put David down, kissing the pup’s head, giving him appreciative scratches behind his ears and a soft ‘thank you’, before getting up. Henry splashed water on his face, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror until he looked normal; or he’d gotten used to the distressed expression on his face. Then he did the only thing he knew how to do right now. Henry walked out to the living room and set eyes on his husband. Alex was sitting on the couch, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, a whiskey glass in hand as he stared at the wall across the room. With a steadying deep breath, Henry made the few strides over and carefully sat in his husband’s lap. “I’m sorry,” the blond said sweetly, one hand on the back of Alex’s neck, the other hand gently brushing through dark curls, “I didn’t mean to snap, I know you were only trying to help.” He watched as the brunette’s face softened, and Alex leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Henry’s inner wrist. “I just want you to tell me what’s going on in your head. Let me in, you know I can talk more than those voices saying whatever awful things.” “Mhn, or you could completely silence them,” Henry almost whispered, leaning in and pressing a loving kiss to liquor flavored lips. His fingertips dragging down the side of the brunette’s cheek, down Alex’s neck, and to those dress shirt buttons; undoing one gently, then moving to the next. “Please?” the blond breathed against his husband’s lips before moving to press slow kisses along Alex’s neck, “I need you,” he murmured into the stubble lined skin.

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Massive snippet but i was in the groove.

OPEN TAGS because I think everyone already tagged me? lmao but also it's late it's been a long day, i gotta turn off my brain now thank u <3

[ladytauria]

Jaytimsteph falling in love with your best friends partner you say 👀 please say more

happily!

this one is being written as a prompt response to @waffleinator-inator <3

writing it was my first time writing steph pov and she just---ran away with me <3 basically: steph and tim are besties but also exes, because as much as they love each other, they finally decided to give up after one too many break-ups. and now! tim is with jason <3 and steph is really happy for him. really, and truly she is.

now.

if she could kindly tell herself to stop falling in love with jason too, that would be nice <3

i THOUGHT i had shared snippets of this wip before but i,,, have not. or if i have, i can't find them in my tags / through tumblr's search. which is upsetting bc it means i now have to pick which of these segments i want to share TuT

hm.

you know what.

actually i won't pick. you get um. 3 snippets <3

Steph spins her chair, balancing her elbow on the arm and cradling her chin in her hand. She thumbs her phone open. One unread message in the group chat she shares with Jason and Tim.

Her traitorous heart flutters; a smile curling on her mouth despite herself.

[TIM] gna mss mv nte. sry steph 😔 m SO bhnd on bdgt rvw; tam’s gna kill me. u 2 shld stl hve fn tho

Ah, yes. Timothy “vowels are optional” Drake. He’s the most atrocious texter Steph has ever met, and she hates that that makes her feel fond.

[STEPH] i thought you loved paperwork?

[JAY] No, he’s a stalker who loves digging through other people’s stuff. Actual paperwork he could care less about

[TIM] 🛑

[JAY] No <3 I told you to do it last night, babe.

[STEPH] lmao busted

[TIM] ws bsy

[JAY] He was gaming with Kon and Bart.

[TIM] & cassie & cissie

[JAY] And Cassie and Cissie.

Steph snorts.

[STEPH] oh, well, that was more important, obvs

[TIM] steph gts it

[JAY] Please don’t encourage him.

[STEPH] that sounds perfect. ur the best jay 💜

[TIM] 😭

[STEPH] do your paperwork, tim 💅🏼

[TIM] prsctn

[JAY] …wtf tim

[STEPH] damn, babe. u made jay drop capitals

[STEPH] but also. what the fuck tim

[TIM] persecution

[JAY] Would it really kill you to type out full words?

[TIM] y 🙂

[STEPH] losing battle, hon. we’re lucky he still uses letters.

He doesn’t bother with Cass. Their conversations happen in full emoji, like modern hieroglyphics. Steph gives herself an 80% chance of correctly deciphering them.

With the rest of them, Tim uses words. Or, well. Something approximate to words, chopping them down to their basest parts. It’s kind of entertaining, especially when it makes both Bruce and Jason furrow their brows in exactly the same way.Not that Steph would ever point that out. She has some sense of self-preservation.

Steph will always be a little bit in love with Tim Drake.

It’s something she’s come to accept about herself, the same way she accepts that her curls will always have a mind of their own, that her stretch marks are here to stay, and that her left knee will always ache before it rains.

She also knows that it’s best they stay just friends. Not that that’s a hardship, or anything. Tim is a hell of a lot better friend than he was a boyfriend—though in hindsight, Steph can admit she wasn’t a stellar girlfriend, either. They were young and dumb—or, well, younger and dumber—and now their history was too fraught to ever think about trying again.

Steph loves being Tim’s bestie, even when that means biting her tongue about his relationships.

Especially with Jason Todd of all people.

Steph can honestly say she never saw that coming.

Like, sure, okay. He’s hot. Steph can admit that, she’s got eyes.

He’s the kind of guy you could actually climb like a tree—tall and broad and thick to boot, with thighs made for biting and pecs Steph is pretty sure would fit nicely in one of her bras. He’s also handsome, in a rugged sort of way, with his twice broken nose and the scar curving up his cheek and his full, kissable lips. His curls always manage to be perfect, too—artfully messy, even when he falls asleep on the couch or takes off that helmet of his.

It’s enviable, really.

Some day she’ll ask him his secret.

But… Steph always kind of saw him as a walking bad idea. The kind of guy baby Steph would have adored, which… Steph loves baby Steph—or she’s trying to—but she had shit taste in men. And Jason, with his leather jackets and guns and daddy issues (and mommy issues too, come to think of it)—

He certainly fit the bill.

Except—

Despite all outward appearances… Jason is a good guy. He’s smart, and funny, and passionate, and kind, and—

Ugh.

Steph kind of hates him a little.

Because, like. Steph can handle thinking about Jason sometimes, in a not-so-friendly, maybe-a-little-bit-sexy way. Tim, too—or even both of them together. Maybe sometimes it gets a little awkward but… Fantasizing is human, and Steph is an adult. She can picture them fucking her and each other six ways to Sunday, doing whatever the raunchiest part of her brain cooks up, and still behave normally around them after.

She’s a grown woman. Her hormones are not the fucking boss of her.

So. Attraction? Handled. Steph has that shit on lock.

What she cannot handle is—Feelings.

[thoughtfulbearpanda]

bree/sel spicy snippet

Bree's nail dig into the wood of Sel's door as she she bites her lip to stifle another moan.

'He's been down there for what feels like hours' Bree thought. Another slurping sound caused Bree to unconsciously clench around Sel's tongue.

"Sel," she breathes, trying to keep her voice low.

She feels Sel smirk against her oversensitive clit, as if he found her feeble attempts of keeping quiet adorable.

Ass.

Sel grips her hip even harder, making Bree gasp in pleasure at the unexpected pressure. He then licks a stripe from her clit to the crevice of her ass cheeks, pressing his face even deeper. His tongue toys with the puckered skin of her ass. Bree bites her fist and reaches blindly behind her to grip Sel's hair, pushing him in further. Sel nips at her in retaliation.

"You have no idea," Sel starts, voice muffled, "how many times I've dreamed about this moment."

His tongue continues its assault on her asshole as he pushes it as far as it can go. His fingers rub furiously at her clit. A guttural cry escapes her throat. Her orgasm racks her body, leaving her shivering mess. Sel pulls Bree's hips further out with one hand as he greedily sucks up her juices. Bree rests her head against the door. The only sounds in the room were her heavy breathing and Sel's slurping.

After a while Sel finally removes his lips from her cunt. He begins leaving love bites across her ass cheeks. His hands rubbing soothing gestures up and down her legs.

"I thought" Bree stammers out, "I thought you hated me?"

She hears Sel laugh, more at himself than at her.

"Oh the lies we tell ourselves, huh?" he says into her skin as he presses kisses along her ass. Bree closes her eyes. 'Does he always have to be so vague?'

Bree opens her eyes and spots her discarded underwear near her feet. 'I guess I should get going.'

Bree shakily extends her leg out attempting to toe her underwear towards her when she feels a sharp slap against her ass. Bree gasps.

She hears Sel tut in amusement.

"Oh I am far from being done with you, Briana Irene."

His hot, wet tongue finds itself at the base of her spine; he licks his way up the curve of her spine as he stands, pressing her into the door as his fingers find her clit again. Arousal builds in the pit of Bree stomach. Sel stops when he reaches her neck, his finger flexing on her hips and her clit.

"Do I have your permission to continue, Briana Matthews?" Sel asks, his voice raspy with need and something else. He allows himself a small suck on her pulse point, groaning at the taste of her salty, sweet skin.

"Yes, Sel. You have my permission."

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yes, i did it again. this scene kind of popped in my head and wouldn't leave so here you go. i liked to think that this takes place in LB, when Bree visits Sel's room (or this could take place after the events of LB if the 1st scenario is too ooc). i think i write a fic of this too, might as well.

the other fic is still. i apologize for the delay on that, depression was hitting me hard this week. it will be out soon! (hopefully)

lmk what y'all think of this and if you would a want a fic of this snippet! love u guys!

[birchbow]

*approaches like a starving victorian orphan* pls may we have have an excerpt 🥺

I've been working on original novel stuff and Winter Soldier inspired pale Gamkar stuff for a hot second, so there's not a ton of new PoF to excerpt at the moment, but u know I can never say no to interest in my fics haha :D

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The door opens again, and it’s not a quadrant of yours this time.  A sister with a crest of hair bright mutant red between her horns and more scarves than clothes comes in like she’s got a suspicion she’s being followed, and closes the door sharp again behind her.  Looks real familiar—for a second, you can’t quite place her.

And then you recognize, and are taken immediate by both anger and delight.  Aggravation at the motherfucking presumption, to come to you after you closed court—simultaneous, the anticipating joy of a building joke well set up to add to.  You’ll play to the joke, but not at expense of your authority.  This little motherfucker better learn quicker than you suspect she will, or she’ll have quite the lesson coming.

Karkat turns back to look at her with an expression far from inviting, folds his arms in all his shiny imperial armor and glares at her.  She pays him attention enough to look and then nod, and then crosses the Big Top, bows at you and then bounces up a careless touch sooner than she should.

She says, “I got your message, my lord.”

You consider her, and whether you sent any kind of message, and are quickly and assuredly positive that no such motherfucking thing did you do.  Karkat looks from you to her and back and seems to determine that exact thing, from what tell of yours you don’t know—his eyebrows go up, and then down, and then crease in the middle.

“We’re in the middle of imperial business,” he says, strict and snapping like he must be with his recruits.  “And court’s closed.  Do your auditory sponges not fucking work?  Is your thinkpan damaged?!  Or do you just think you’re too good to listen to a direct order from the Grand Highblood?”

“I was invited,” says Ardeen, and looks, expectant, to you.

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(And one or two brief snippets of things still dubiously canon and half-written:)

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It’s pan-rot stupid of you, maybe—you know he won’t go easy on you, tough old hatchet of a motherfucker, with all he knows and feels and has done—but on All Colors Week, the rules lay out that you can get up in a holy champion’s personal business and challenge that motherfucker for a flag.  Not to grief them, you’ve got your ass whipped enough times by now to know you’re not ready for that yet—but if you manage to impress in their chosen challenge, that flag in royal purple is theirs to grant and give over, and you’ll be honored like a motherfucking champion yourself the rest of the holiday.

He won’t go easy on you, because he doesn’t go easy on any motherfucking one, but in scripture—in scripture if nothing else, you think you’ve found ground you can hold.

“Feeder Stædfast,” you say, and he lifts a brow at the manners you’re aiming at him, turning full to face you and snapping shut his book.  “I think you got something there you might hand me over.”

Both brows up this time, double surprised.  “Oh," he says, "Is that so?”

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“Nitram,” snarls Kurloz, and then he moves like a lightning bolt and tries to take your friend’s head off his shoulders.

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Karkat looks at Sollux, then at you, then opens his mouth, and then clamps it shut again and does what appears to be some kind of painful breathing routine, like he’s physically compressing his rage down into something manageable.  When he opens his eyes, his voice is very nearly calm.

“Okay,” he says.  “Fuck.  This is going to take some cleaning up.  Shit.  We can salvage this.”

[linewire]

I was tagged by @epylonia, @verclercswiftie, and @carronyaflowers to post the last line i wrote but instead, i wanna post a snippet! this is from the omegaverse fic i’ve been working on called ikaw at ikaw. at first i thought i didn’t like this part but after taking a break for a day and rereading it, i got over myself and now i like it lol.

i’m not sure who to tag but any writer mutuals who wanna participate can do it if u want! (tho u don’t have to post a snippet, i’m just being extra)

He replies to as many as he can before he can’t help but notice that almost all the drivers on the current grid message him at least once.

All except one.

Charles doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed that Max doesn’t message him. Though, he isn’t exactly surprised.

Him and Max haven’t spoken since he left.

Charles hasn’t spoken to Max since he left four years ago.

The last message he had received from him had been from 2024, asking about his hotel details. Then nothing.

He can’t help but think that once, there had been a time, even in the crowded paddock or the suffocating Parc Fermé, Max would be the first person he sought to talk about the race even for a few minutes before being ushered away to attend to his duties. Charles could talk to him for hours if time permitted and never get bored of listening to him in return, and he knew that Max was the same. Every time Charles would be looking for him, Max would already be looking back. Both in victory and in loss, it was Max beside him. He had seen Max in every state, from covered in sweat and champagne, to bright red and fuming, to flushed and desperate.

Now, Charles only sees Max through his TV or the occasional race he would attend in person, where their interactions would range from terse nods of acknowledgment when they pass by each other to nothing at all. Even then, they don’t say a word to each other.

He had once been at the receiving end of Max’s hatred, his anger, his tears, his happiness, his pleasure — but never his indifference. They had gone from sharing tracks, to podiums, to beds, to nothing at all. Once more than friends, yet not quite enough to be lovers, now practically worse than strangers — at least strangers had the privilege of a clean slate — all because of Charles��� own doing.

He had cut off all contact with Max four years ago, along with the rest of the grid that didn’t include Pierre or the two Ferrari drivers.

With the upcoming season, however, it’s inevitable that their paths will cross again, and it scares him more than he’d care to admit. Even getting back behind the wheel doesn’t scare him as much. Charles at least knows how to drive a Formula 1 car, the design of it may have changed but the fundamentals are the same. Accelerate. Throttle. Shift gear. It’s all the same.

But there’s no way to tell if the Max he had known four years ago, the Max he had known his entire life, had remained.

[thefuchsianeko]

More voice claims, and more characters this time around

I was gonna try to do all my Olivia characters I have so far, but a handful of them were proving difficult to figure out, so I decided to go with what I already had. If I can figure out the rest, I'll have a part two for this one.

Voice notes under the cut, copy-pasted from the video link:

(sorry if some are a lot shorter than the others, I have more to say about some of them than the rest... just know I stand by my choices for the most part lol)

Olivia Wolfgang - Tara Strong (Unikitty - UniKitty!): This was another one that in my mind was "specific yet vague" (still don't know if that phrase makes sense but), but I kind of figured it out? The thing with Olivia's voice is that I don't want it to be too annoying, but it still has to be the right amount of childish/excited. A lot of possible voices were either too high or babyish, or not childish enough. Since one of my biggest inspirations for her as a character was Spongebob (who is voiced by Tom Kenny), I supposed that a voice done by someone like Tara Strong could probably work, and I've found that her voice for Unikitty is the best example so far. However, one thing I need to mention is that I do imagine Olivia having a slight lisp. (Another one of her biggest inspirations is Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales, who has a lisp-- and if I were to direct someone voice-acting for Olivia, I'd probably tell them "like Larry the Cucumber but more girly," lol.)

Kevin Hyenadae - Dana Carvey (Garth Algar - Wayne's World): Garth has always been the voice I imagine for Kevin, again since Garth was a big inspiration for him. A very specific, awkward kind of voice. He sounds exactly like this tbh.

Dusty Carol - Tara Strong (Raven - Teen Titans): Another instance where I've always heard an OC this way (though I don't think Raven is much of an inspiration for Dusty's character beyond "both of these characters are goth-girls with purple in their colour-schemes."). A good balance of uninterested-goth who can still show positive emotions (there are plenty of examples of "goth-girl" voices that are way too monotone for my liking, at least in reference to my character.) Also don't get distracted by the fact that the examples I've used for both Olivia and Dusty are the same voice actress (Tara Strong), these are merely examples, rather than, "this is exactly the people I would cast if this was a cartoon with full voice-acting." It is kind of funny that they're the same actress here, though.

Audrey Hyenadae - Fryda Wolff (Penny Crygor - Warioware: Get It Together!): She should sound confident, maybe TOO confident. Very determined, too, and a little rough perhaps? But still young (she's 12c LOL.) I also considered Pepper Anne's voice for her, but I thought it sounded a little too old.

Parfait Brulee - Toni Barry (Snork Maiden - Moomin): Parfait's voice should be very light and delicate, kind of feminine and very nice. Not much else to say!

Laramie Lemon ("Lemon") - Melissa Altro (Pippi Longstocking - Pippi Longstocking (1998)): I'll be honest, I had a lot of trouble finding Lemon's voice claim. I knew she should sound real friendly, with an air of confidence. A real go-getter! But eventually I thought Pippi Longstocking's voice fit well enough. (Don't be surprised if one day I come back and change this one LMAO)

Tami Kachiyama - Michaela Dietz (Amethyst - Steven Universe): Kind of rough sounding, kind of rude but not too much. I think I've always imagined her sounding like Amethyst.

Ellie Gibson - Olivia Olson (Marceline - Adventure Time): She should sound really cool, and pretty chill. She knows what she's doing! Another one where I've always imagined her with this specific voice! I did consider Wendy's voice from Gravity Falls, but I found that it wasn't chill enough. (btw I could've included a snippet for singing, since Ellie is a musician who sings, but I decided I wanted more attention for a regular talking voice. You can look up any Marceline song from Adventure Time if you want an example.)

Conner Oakley - Rickie Sorensen (Arthur - The Sword In The Stone): Another one that was harder to figure out. But, I knew he should sound a little friendly and very kind, maybe a little awkward. There were a couple of voices I considered, but found they were a little too loud, or rough, etc. But I thought Arthur from Sword In The Stone was a pretty good fit! The only thing is that he should have a southern accent, too... But it's surprisingly difficult to find voices with American-Southern accents that aren't girls, rude-sounding, or fully-grown men lol. (I'll also tell you it was a bit hard to compile the voice lines for this one because Arthur has like three different voice actors in that movie lol, but I think I found lines from just the one va.)

Sally O'Dylan-Gaterson - Jo Firestone (Annie Fantasy - Teenage Euthanasia): Nerdy, nice, shy-sounding, with a bit of a lisp (though I don't have a preference on the severity of said lisp.) I also considered Gretchen from Disney's Recess, but she sounded too smart/sophisticated? Sally is nerdy, but not that much academically speaking.

Danny Squiggles - Arin Hanson (Max - Game Grumps' Sam & Max playthrough): Ok uhhhh this one's kind of funny. The idea for his voice was originally inspired by Jon Lovitz's Tommy Flanagan character from SNL (I know very niche lol), especially since he was partially inspired by that character. But, I thought that, while it would be EXTREMELY funny, I thought Danny should sound less like a fully-grown adult. Surprisingly, when I was casually watching Game Grumps' let's-play of Sam & Max, I found that the voice Arin did for Max let's play would fit pretty well. I also considered Meowth's voice, but he just sounds too much like a cat, yknow?

Margot Nodarobutte - Stephanie Anne Mills (Lindsay - Total Drama Island): Margot should sound like a girly-teenager. Kind of air-headed, too. But not too much? And not like a valley-girl. I thought Lindsay's voice fit those parameters well.

Chloe Lovebird - Colleen O'Shaughnessey (Crystal Flowers Snagrash - Psychonauts): Somehow it was hard to figure out Chloe's voice, but I got it eventually lol. She's gotta have a high voice, and she should sound pretty annoying. I mean, her annoyance-factor should rival Olivia's, lol. Very excitable. She's a parrot after all, lol.

Debbie Xander - Brittney Karbowski (Black Star - Soul Eater): Debbie is LOUD and ABRASIVE. She tends to yell. Very in-your-face, but not exactly mean. Also, I think she might sound a bit androgynous? Idk how many people would consider this particular voice androgynous-sounding, but eh.

Cammie Kharma - Lara Jill Miller (Libby Stein-Torres - The Ghost And Molly McGee): Cammie was another hard one, though I thought she should sound kind of nerdy and a bit upbeat. Also a slightly nasally voice would probably fit, what with her little horn-nose 'n all, lol. My first idea for the voice was actually Juniper Lee, but looking up the voice actress I found this role she did in The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, and thought the attitude of Libby's voice was a better fit.

Edward Tennyson - Todd Haberkorn (Death The Kid - Soul Eater): Ed's got that anime-type voice yknow. He takes everything too seriously and is pretty sophisticated. My first consideration for his voice was actually Haku from Spirited Away, but I thought that sounded TOO serious (though a very deadpan kind of voice could be pretty funny if executed right.) So I remembered Death the Kid from Soul Eater and thought that could work pretty well, though I might want him to sound a tiny-bit less goofy.

Liz Lawrence - Brigette Lundy-Paine (Billie Logan - Bill & Ted Face The Music): This was another hard voice to find, though I still had a good idea of what I wanted her to sound like. I wanted to find a Pauly Shore kind of voice, yknow? (I guess you'd call it a "stoner-type-of-voice" but that seems wrong to say about a 14-year-old LOL) Though most of those kinds of voices you find are boys. Some voices I found were just really chill, TOO chill and cool in fact. While thinking of Bill & Ted I remembered Face The Music and the fact that their kids in that movie were basically copies of them lol, and I thought Billie was a very good fit.

Vic Kilgore - Nathan Sharp (Damien LaVey - Monster Prom): Ok so my idea for Vic's voice was just, "like Nathan Explosion but a kid." Rough, and like... metal, I guess. But he's still an annoying kid. Thought Damien LaVey fit, although I think Vic wouldn't be so loud. (as a bonus, when Vic grows up he sounds more like Nathan Explosion lol)

[princessasmosprincess]

Pls tell me about Erebus and Birth pretty please pleaaaasseee

Thank you for the ask 💖

I just talked about Birth here in detail but since you were so kind to ask, the gist is that it's going to be a ficlet about how Lucifer held each of his brothers and Lilith after their creation.

I'm excited to talk about Erebus, it's very self indulgent so get ready ^^

Erebus is going to be a ficlet exploring the relationship of my Twisted Wonderland NRC teacher OC, Lettie Anastasis, who you can read about in more detail here, and Divus Crewel. They met in Pink and Red and since then they've been at each other's throats. One day, Ortho catches the end of one of their messier arguments, but according to his calculations their affection meters for each other are really around 80%. Ortho decides to play Cupid and "accidentally" lock them in a tiny storage closet after school for a little forced proximity, the kind of stuff that pops up in Idia's favorite animes. Unfortunately, Lettie is terrified of the dark and neither she nor Crewel have their cellphones with them and they're unable to use magic due to a magical barrier. Idia really needs to talk to his brother about interfering in other people's affairs.

This snippet is sooo long:

Frustrated, Crewel ran a hand through his hair. The two of them would likely be stuck in here until morning, when Trein or Crowley or some other unsuspecting professor found them 13 hours from now at the earliest. How embarrassing.

Not to mention the full day of teaching they'd have after that, they couldn't simply take the day off.

There was no room in this tiny closet to stretch out and rest. Maybe one of them could sit for a little while as the other loomed over, but that was the best to be expected. It was going to be a long night. He knew some formulas for wakening potions, and he should have enough of the ingredients in storage, he hadn't had a chance to take inventory for the day. It wasn't as good as actual sleep, but it would do in a pinch. He might even offer her one as well, as long as she didn't annoy him all night.

A sniffle caught his attention. Lettie was still holding onto him.

That gave him pause. “Violet are you-”

“Sh-shut up,” but she clutched at him tighter, trying to silence her crying as her body shook with sobs.

She seemed upset, more than what one would expect from a predicament such as this. “You’re afraid, aren't you?”

She didn't answer him for several seconds. He couldn't tell if she was refusing or unable.

Finally she spoke, “In th-the dark I can’t u-u-use my Unique Ma-magic to communicate. I need to s-see.”

“You’re speaking to me right now. You don’t need to use your Unique Magic, you still have your voice.”

She let go of him, wrapping her arms around herself, “I know it’s silly. I d-don’t expect you to u-under-understand. I just feel so… v-vulnerable without it.”

WIP Ask Game

[remyfire]

apologies if this is inappropriate n ofc u can delete it if it is! but i look up to u as a writer a lot and i struggle to even start my own work due to a bad mental block and idk, i was wondering if u had any advice for when writing feels like an uphill battle /how to make oneself love it again

Hey there, friend, not inappropriate at all, no worries! 💕

I've been sitting and trying to figure out how to answer this because obviously your mileage will vary, and the things that have stopped you from writing are likely not the things that have historically stopped me from writing, so it's difficult to offer advice on matters like this. I also don't want to be perceived by anyone as saying "These are the ONLY things that will help!" or "These will ABSOLUTELY fix your block!" So take everything with a grain of salt and understand that there are plenty of others who can offer you incredible advice besides me that might help you much, much more.

But if you forgive me for meandering through my thoughts, I hope at least one of these things will grab you and give you something to rotate.

NOTE: There is SO much under the cut. Lots and lots of paragraphs. If it stresses you out to read it all, don't read it all. Take it one at a time. Take days or weeks to read it if you need to. And if none of it serves you, that's okay too. But don't just automatically assume none of it will work for you either. You're capable of far more than you think, but sometimes that means looking at your brain and knowing that the mean things it says about you are utter lies, or shaking yourself out of your comfort zone even if it makes you squirm, and that is difficult, but you can do it!!

I think it's good to check in with your body and your mind first and foremost and see what's going on in there that might be holding you back. Writing is sometimes a taxing process. We're being incredibly vulnerable with what we put on the page. If we've been overworked from school, a job, caretaking for someone else or ourselves, it's gonna be harder to access the part of you that wants to create these narratives. See if there are ways you can be kinder to yourself or get some more rest or do things that bring you a lot of really visceral joy—not just something that numbs what you might be feeling or overstimulates you into submission, but real joy—to set yourself up to be able to access that creative part of yourself again.

Ask yourself what you are writing for. For some people, it's because there are stories they know that they're only going to get to experience if they put them on the page. For others, they're writing to make people really happy—find most of their fulfillment in comments and kudos and know they contributed to a wider fandom space. And for even further beyond that, some people write as a way to medicate themselves—I myself channeled all the endorphins of creation as a way to ease my symptoms of ADHD, depression, and anxiety until literally this past November and December respectively. Once you understand your ultimate goal, you might be able to find additional channels to build yourself up—finding a small group of friends who can encourage you to write and give you positivity passes (when someone reads a snippet you wrote and specifically finds only good things about it to hype you up about. This is not a weakness, this is a fundamentally helpful thing to have when you're doubting yourself), for example.

Ask yourself what you're scared of. If something is blocking you, there is likely a reason why. Are you afraid of how people will perceive the subject matter you're writing? Are you afraid you will never measure up to the writers you admire? Are you afraid that some faceless person is going to come into your comments and tell you how absolutely terrible you are? See if you can start coaxing that fear to relax through things like Best Case/Worst Case/Most Likely Case—what is literally the best possible thing that could happen once you write and post this thing? What is the most soul-crushing horrifying thing that could happen? And what is the thing in between that is actually what is most likely to occur? You might be able to settle the temptation to catastrophize.

A really big thing that helps me is not outlining everything or planning out every scene before I get started. As earlier mentioned, I write for the endorphin buzz. If I have fully thought about every aspect of what I'm writing, then my brain is like, "Hey, we already heard this audiobook in our head. We're not gonna write." It feels like writing an entire essay, losing it when your computer dies, then having to retype it from scratch. There's no drive or joy there. There's no magical bursts of inspiration. I will tackle this by having a very short bullet point list of the major moments that I need to hit, then leave myself room to discover the rest of the story as I write (I can highlight MANY of my fics where I got thrown total curveballs or deviated entirely off-script because I left room to play).

If your characters are stubbornly telling you they're not going to do what you want, there's a couple of reasons that could be happening, if you'll allow me to get a little woo here. One, if your character is refusing to do the thing, then you need to throw them a curveball—take something away that they really like, cause a catastrophe that forces two characters together, deliver a surprising gift but one that they have to share with other people. Basically unsettle your character from their comfort zone enough that they're forced to move. Two, if your character is refusing to do the thing, they might be hiding something from you that they're not comfortable letting people know. Start poking them with a stick, or alternatively be really sweet with them. Rotate them very gently. Ask yourself why this specific situation is something they are not wanting to partake in—do they have previous trauma related to it? Do they think they're above it for some reason and are maybe afraid to discover that they can't actually do it at all? Did someone break their heart in the past and they haven't told a soul? Often when you have the a-ha moment of what they're hiding, the whole world will open up with possibilities.

More practically speaking, think about the most self-indulgent thing you can write in one sitting, then just start hammering the keys. I don't care how literally anyone else would perceive it. What makes you feel so so happy to think about? It doesn't matter if it's 100 words or 5,000 words. Don't edit as you go. Don't read back on what you already wrote. Just put that scene on the page. It's kind of restarting a computer for me when I do that. Sometimes you need to experience the act of completely anything at all before you remember how to do it more frequently.

Switch up your environment. If you always try to write in the same place every day, go to a different room. If it's cold, bundle up and sit outside. Literally just rotate your chair to face a new direction. Sit on the floor of your writing space. Go to a coffeeshop. Change your surroundings in a distinct way and that might shake the marbles out of your brain enough to get started.

Tweak a character very, very slightly in a believable way but that makes them feel more your own, like somebody that no one else can write. I do that every time I break fanon by making Beej a comfortably queer man who is also not in a lavender marriage. Other people have absolutely done that before, but it's separate enough from the more frequent portrayals of him that I'm more excited to write stories about him because I feel like I'm covering ground I otherwise might not get to read.

Remember that the only way you will improve is if you keep writing. Remember that every single creator goes through a specific cycle where you have your taste versus your ability. Both aspects are constantly growing, but at different rates. You will hit a point where your taste and ability are perfectly even—when you read a thing you wrote and feel goddamn proud of it—but there will also be times where your taste jumps ahead—when you read things others create and feel devastated because you don't know how to capture the same emotions or themes that they have. Just remember that eventually, your ability is always going to catch up to your taste level—but only if you keep practicing.

If you feel super blocked because you feel like you can't measure up to others, also consider giving yourself a week where you do not consume any other fanworks. Do not compare yourself to anybody. Do not let their writing influence you. This is the You Show. You are the only person with authority over these characters and these themes. Does anything change for you when you tell yourself this?

If a blank page intimidates you, copy some lorem ipsum text and post a paragraph or two of it at the top of your doc, then try to start writing. Try the pomodoro method also, if you haven't, just to see if it works for your brain. When you set your timer, the only two things you're allowed to do are write or stare out the window. No browsing, no opening your phone. If your thoughts start wandering, that's okay. Just be really kind and tell your brain, this is great, but this isn't what we're doing right now, okay? We'll come back. And circle back around to the plot. The timer will go off eventually and you will get to pull back from that mindset.

Ultimately, just remember that you are the only person who can tell the stories you want to tell. If someone gave you and me an identical plot summary, we would write COMPLETELY different stories with wildly different characterization. Your mind is a unique jewel that has the potential to create really amazing stuff.

Remember that you are part of a very long history of fandom creators who came before you, and that if we went back in time 40 years ago and told them we are still creating fanfiction right alongside them, they would cry and hug you and be so delighted to know the legacy that they helped create (notably my group of friends has discovered physical zines from the '80s regarding this exact fandom that we all share. There are archived LJ pages from the '90s and early 2000s of fics that have never been posted anywhere else. VERY very long and beautiful legacy).

Remember that often writing these fics is an act of rebellion and a defeat of the shame that society, parents, religious leaders, and teachers have instilled in us. It's putting up a big middle finger to anybody who made you scared to feel certain things or humiliated to create at all. Fuck them. They don't get to make you feel like that ever again.

And remember that I personally really want to see you create again. I am cheering you on as loud as I can. I am opening my window so you can hear it from wherever you are. If you can't do it for yourself right now, then do it for the me that believes in you until you are strong enough to believe in yourself again.

Now go try something and kick some fucking ass, my friend 💕

[madisonbeersource]

HIIII 💙💙💙 how are you, beautiful angel?

I'm finally here again, I've missed it and I feel like it's been a while since I've posted here although I really don't think it was that long ago. I don't know hahaha but what I do know is that there is a lot to talk about.

To start with we have to talk about Spinnin and OH MY GOD where do I start? I am simply IN LOVE AND OBSESSED WITH EVERYTHING RELATED TO THIS SONG. I think it's one of my favorite Madison songs of my life and right now it's my favorite song. I feel like spinnin is one of those songs that touches your soul, you know what I mean? I think it's a deep song that you can relate to in different ways and it's SO SO precious..... THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG... HELLO? I'm still obsessed MADISON HAS AN AWESOME VOICE and I don't understand how she doesn't get more recognition, because wow just wooow. this song shows perfectly how talented she is.

And the mv? God, I LOVE IT I think it's also one of my favorites, not only of Mads songs, but of all music videos in general. It is a piece of art, every scene, the aesthetics, the drama and madison's performance.... I could talk for hours about this song

The scene where Madison puts clothes in the washer and of course, spins around like Spinnin is how Madison is a genius. The scene where she runs through the corn field and the birds standing still in the sky is too cute, and then when she is on her knees with the spotlight pointed at her in front of the cars WHAT EMOTION, WHAT FEELING I literally had goose bumps

In fact, bringing up the subject of the scene of Madison running in the cornfield I like this image better as the album cover than the other one that was there. Don't get me wrong, the other cover was great and she looked super cute, but the new album cover... I love it. I think it fits really well with the album

And another super important thing, THE SNIPPETS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'm super super super excited. Sweet relief I really like it, I love the vibes it has and I can't wait to listen to the whole thing, Envy the leaves (which if I'm not mistaken was one of the songs you were claiming, no?) I thought it was super nice, it's going to be a GREAT song and 17 seems to me a very interesting one. The first time I listened to it I didn't love it, but now that I've listened to it a couple of times I really like it too, I think it's original and very cool . Which one did you like the most?

I'm looking forward to listen to the rest

Aaand before I say goodbye, (although I know, I'm back to writing a lot again but there was so much to say) I wanted to tell you that lately I'm obsessed with some Taylor Swift songs. I remember you like her a lot and I happened to be listening to Enchanted and I love this song, it's just too beautiful. And then I rediscovered her song Wildest dreams and it IS A VERY GOOD SONG, I adore it. And finally I discovered two days ago her song This love which I find super super super beautiful, I would say it transports me.

Now with these three songs I feel like falling in love with someone very deeply. I would also like you to tell me what are your favorite Taylor's songs, I'm looking forward to discover or rediscover more of her music.

Now that I've written the equivalent of the Bible... I assure you that very soon I'll write you again, probably with another huge text hahaha

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💗 you are the person I like to fangirl with the most, I feel you understand me very well

HI MY LOVE!! <3 I'm doing good babes wbuuu??

OMG i'm still so hyped about your trip that u took this is SO F-ING cool

she punched me right in the guts w spinnin ngl...dear society's music video was MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE until spinnin it IS SO FKING CLOSE to be my ultimate favorite and omg THE LYRICS???????????? HELLO MISS BEER CAN U NOT JUST STAB ME IN THE THROAT W A LYRICAL PARADISE??? I WAS LIKE.....UGH NO WORDS. the way everything stops but her dog (CUTE?) and the moments she runs through the tall grass??? A FEELING OF FREEDOM I was like tearing up when i watched it, and in the end you don't know if it went back to normal or not i felt like in Interstellar it was ....JUST PERFECT!! <3 the way she started w "Did the world stop spinnin'? Nothin' seems to change, I'm stuck at the beginnin' and I'm in pain" and ends it w "I'm still in pain" LIKE?????????????????????? IM BAWLING

CAN WE APPLAUSE HER MIND?? the music video makes the song that is already so pretty 100 times better!! YES ENVY THE LEAVES!! but sweet relief SOUNDS SO GOOD OMG THIS ALBUMMMM WILL B THE DEATH OF ME!!!! but i'm in love w envy the leaves already i know it's gonna b one of the fave!! i think i liked envy the leaves and sweet relief the most but 17 sounds gut punching !!! cause we know that 17 wasn't an easy age for her ://

ME TOO!!!

OMG taytay you remember me loving her marry me. istg she became one of my pioneer artist ??? like I never thought she would but ever since her reputation album that was my main album during a time i was in hospital ...........i've taken time to dive into her genius and i understand her hype now and i am so mad at me for not recognizing that sooner cause ALL TOO WELL???? THE 10 MINUTE VERSION?? OMG AND THEN HER MIDNIGHTS ALBUM???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? COULD'VE WOULD'VE SHOULD'VE & THE GREAT WAR????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAH THOSE SONGS I CANT but enchanted is so pretty and enchanting and soooo her idk she is one of our best female artist ever I'm so glad she is killing her and omg sabrina carpenter is doing her first part hell i would LOVE TO FEEL IT LIVE

hm so all too well (10 minutes version), the great war, carolina, lavender haze, snow on the beach, vigilante shit, the great war, would've could've should've, (ALL HER MIDNIGHTS ALBUM TBH), evile, august, invisible strings i think on top of my head those are the ones i listen on a daily!!

sdefghgfds i missed our session omg imagine if we called each other i think we'd spend the day on the phone sdfgbhgfds but please keep writting ur bibles i love it

I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCCHHHHHHH

[sade-alicious]

summer reading list except byler edition (all AO3) - im still reading new fics btw so there’ll be updates on this post (updated 10/22)

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a dream always the same

Mike learns more about himself in four months than he has in fourteen years and comes to realise that he's fallen in love with his best friend.

A four part historically accurate coming of age story set between July and October 1985.

this one is my number one, its set between the battle of starcourt and when the byers move away, its from mikes pov and not short of amazingly written, it includes all of the canon events in the show towards the end of the s3 finale but manages to tie them in really well, absolutely read this

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over a bridge of time

Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago.

Set during Thanksgiving in November 1985.

this is a sequel to adats, same thing goes for this work, but be warned, this is the second (but not last) completed work in a series, so its gonna end on a cliffhanger/unresolved problems like the first fic

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the red envelope

Will writes a letter to Mike, confessing everything. Unknowingly and stupidly, he lets Mike take the envelope home, forgetting just the amount of secrets inside. At the end of the letter he tells Mike to meet him at Castle Byers Saturday at two, to tell him yes or no. Because of course Will had to ask for Mike to be his boyfriend at the end of the letter. So now Will has two choices, somehow get the letter back, or wait at Castle Byers praying for a miracle?

this one is good, it has an interesting concept and was “will they or wont they?” for me. u can read the sequel, but i really dont like because 1. smut (ew, but dont worry only the sequel has it) 2. it follows a will byers has powers trope, and i dont care for it

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touch like velvet

It was easy for Will Byers to fall in love with Mike Wheeler.

The trouble came when he had to pretend it wasn't real.

this one is an au of will and mike not meeting until they’re 17, there is no upside down and el isnt a lab experiment but instead a normal person. will still has the rest of the party, but its sort of split in two. will, lucas, and dustin are all bsfs, and el and max are gfs who are coworkers/friends with mike. this one i truly recommend so so much. its a lengthy slowburn, but it is unfinished and updates slow

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im tearing you asunder

The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance.

someone made AMAZING fanart based off of this which ill link here. but anyways this ones really nice, mike isnt an asshole and actually treats will like a friend. its a lead off of the s4 finale and ive been obsessed with those fanfics rn. (if you have any recs please comment them🙏)

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kiss it better

Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

i LOVE young mike and will and this one has plenty. it has byler scenarios over the course of their friendship from 5 to 18 which shows their relationship evolving the years. its a great concept in it of itself. but yeah, please read this one

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let me lead

this one just has a snippet of the fic so ill try to explain. basically this is a lead off of s4, so pretty much everyone thinks this is their last night alive, and to which mike says “screw it” and invites will over and confronts him about some things

so for my opinion, they wrote it in a scenario like, if i dont say what i think/feel now…when will i? which is great because it helps move things along quickly, so its not exactly a slowburn but they write everything in just under 6k words from el breaking up with mike, to an angsty fight, to byler confessing in a way that doesnt feel rushed

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pictures of you

Will is the last one left at Mike's house after a day playing DnD.

Mike brings out an old box, full of memories of their past.

ugh this one is short but its so good. it does a lot in under 3k words and is a great byler first kiss scenario

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a game of truths

Mike and Will play a game of truths.

this one is amazing, like the rest of the fanfics ive listed. its one of the more byler centric ones. most of it is just mike and will talking and having their moments. its really cute (esp with young mike and will) and does byler justice without writing two long paragraphs of them just making out. 

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8/14/22

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where is my mind?

On November 6th, 1985, Will Byers crashed his bicycle while riding home from the Wheeler household, damaging his head and waking up two days later with no recollection of who he was.

Plagued with the absence of his memories and a dark haired boy who refuses to tell Will his name, all Will Byers has to do is remember. That's the hard part.

this is by the same author that wrote “touch like velvet” and they’re a GENIUS. this one like the other fic, its an au aside from the upside down where will just suffers from memory loss instead of getting kidnapped and everything, but its really cute because its like no matter what will and mike still love each other

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static re-connection

A miles-apart, oblivious mutual pining, emotional summer vacation disaster-fest starring Mike, Will, and one incredibly unreliable radio connection.

miscommunication trope at its FINEST. once the angst started it hurt, the confession is great and we get plenty of mike and nancy sibling moments👍

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i never find out ‘til i’m head over heels

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

this ones great but also kind of funny because will’s being the oblivious one instead of mike. its light angst btw so u dont have to worry abt your heart being ripped out of your chest.

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10/13/22

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head over heels

On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the night.

Mike and Will get a moment alone to talk.

i was praying for more byler scenes in volume 2 whether be at a gas station, motel, or literally anywhere else so this fanfic gave us what we deserved, but yea its really cute def recommend !!

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undertow

Will has never had his first kiss. Mike is happy to lend a hand

as you can tell its gonna be a mike teaching will how to kiss and those are always cute even tho ive only read two successful versions of this scenario. also madwheeler🫶🫶 its really fluffy and cute at the end so this was also a good 3am read

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force of gravity

Will loved ordinary things, an uneventful existence was something he craved. Sadly, when Mike Wheeler walks into his life, Will’s easy going path snaps right in half. A passion he could never imagine overtaking his whole being.

It was too bad their friend groups hated each other and his sister had a huge crush on the musician. Off limits.

Fantastic.

you already KNOW i had to include this one, its too good not too. and you probably already heard of this if not read it bc its like the most popular fanfic among the byler ship/fandom (it might as well be a fandom at this point) right now. but yea the amount of times when i thought they were gonna have a normal conversation but then start argueing is INSANE. hella angst. fluff if you look past the bucket loads of angst and just GO READ IT IF YOU HAVENT

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10/22/22

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to hell and back again

After Mike unwittingly stumbles into a series of interpersonal bombshells, he immediately sets out to find Will so he can find out what, exactly, that painting meant, and why Will lied about it. Unfortunately, Mike is obsessively obstinate and relentless to a fault, and he'll go to the literal ends of the earth to get the answers he needs.

Or: Mike and Will's Apocalypse Romcom Spectacular

this one is actually super underrated and i havent seen many people talking abt it, and the author has been updating the fic recently too. but ANYWAYS im on chapter 11 rn and its really giving apocalypse byler, what we’ve ALL been praying for for season 5🙏 but other than that its really good so far but OML MIKE NEEDS TO GET HIS PRIORITIES STRAIGHT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS GOOD HE IS SO DOWN BAD ITS LAUGHABLE

[dsudis]

*repeatedly slamming the button on Caleb Widogast sex pollen for when u wake up*

"A little snippet" of a fic that's already approaching 25k is anything under a thousand words, right?? This is actually the very first Mighty Nein story I started writing, more than a year ago now, and it's set during Episode 16, when they had that week of downtime in Zadash between doing their first job for The Gentleman and the Harvest Close festival.

I was just so fully in the mindset of the show that it seemed very obvious that one member of the party getting sex pollened was going to nonetheless be a big ensemble story with everyone's POVs, which is why it's almost 25k and... sixty percent done? Ish? XD

"Caleb is having a... problem," Nott said. "He needs some help, but it's something that should be discussed discreetly." 

"Oooh, is it a butt problem?" Jester asked, leaning in with obvious interest. Fjord and Molly looked worried and thoughtful; Beau and Yasha looked wary.  

"It's not... not a butt problem," Nott said to Jester, remembering all too clearly the sight of Caleb from behind, entirely naked, ropy muscles tensing as he tried to pull away from her when he was already up against the wall. 

"Not not a butt problem?! That means it kind of is a butt problem," Jester said excitedly. "Is it--" 

"This is the opposite of discreet, Jester," Molly cut in, when Nott would have tried to answer her again. "Come on, upstairs if we're going to talk about this. Is he in your room, Nott?" 

"He's safe," Nott deflected. "For now. Let's go upstairs," she added hastily, when Beau and Jester both seemed about to ask more questions.  

"Yeah, come on, we're not doing this here," Fjord said firmly, making herding gestures to the others, and Nott hung back a little to be sure the rest were going up the stairs before she hurried along. They wound up in Molly and Fjord's room, and Fjord came in last, shutting the door and then leaning against it. 

Nott was uncomfortably reminded of the moment Molly and Fjord had trapped her here, luring her with the illusion of a jeweled flask, but Jester was bouncing cheerfully on Molly's bed, and Molly sprawled beside her and said, "So, Nott, what's our wizard gone and done now?" 

The others all focused on her; even Jester stopped bouncing. 

"He's been... exposed," Nott said, wondering how much knowledge she dared betray. "To a... substance. A powerful substance that is affecting him. Powerfully." 

"Ohh, like in a sex way?" Jester said. "Like he has to have lots and lots and lots of sex or else his brain will explode or his liver will burn up inside him or something?" 

Nott wondered for half a second how Jester had gotten to that conclusion so fast and then realized that Jester probably knew more about alchemical substances related to sex than most people who weren't highly specialized alchemists or courtesans. "I... think it's something like that. I don't know how severe it is. He might not die. He wants us all to leave him alone, but I can tell he's already suffering badly. He was worried he might hurt me, so he didn't want me near him, and I don't think it's good to agitate him in this condition." 

"That is definitely sex pollen," Jester said, and Molly said sharply, "Moonweaver lily pollen." 

Everyone's attention shifted to Molly, who huffed a sigh, waving a hand as if to dismiss his own vehemence. "It's sacred to the Moonweaver, which means it's illegal to cultivate in the empire, even more than the distillations are controlled everywhere else. If Caleb managed to find someone's secret crop of Moonweaver lilies, they're either going to be upset that someone's fucked up their ritual preparations or upset that someone fucked up their extremely lucrative illegal botanicals. Either way, if there's any chance they can track Caleb from the growing site to here, he's not going to be safe for long, no matter how light a dose he got." 

"And the crownsguard probably won't be best pleased with Caleb or the growers," Fjord put in. "So we're definitely going to need to hide him somewhere while he gets this out of his system. Which, uh, do we need volunteers for that?" 

"We should see if we can get professionals to do it," Jester put in. "My mom didn't usually take those cases because she's like, way too specialized, but she gave advice to the people who did--they had to work in teams, because someone who's gotten hit with..." She looked over at Molly and enunciated carefully, "Moonweaver lily pollen... takes a lot of attention. Like, a lot. I bet the Pillow Trove has people for that!" 

Nott considered how much the Pillow Trove was likely to charge for something like that, and whether Caleb would even be able to get into the Tri-Spire in his current state--getting him through the sewers might be even more difficult than getting him through the gate. 

"I'll go talk to them, I'm sure they can get Caleb in right away," Jester said cheerfully. "And if my mom's package has come we won't have any trouble paying for it! So I should definitely go see about that." She bounced right to her feet. 

"You gonna go alone?" Fjord asked, shifting a little against the door.  

"Oh," Jester said, looking around. "Does anyone want to..." 

"I'll come with," Beau said quickly. "Just... keep you company or whatever. If you want." 

"Sure, Beau!" Jester skipped over to the door, and Fjord stepped aside to let her out, with Beau on her heels.  

Beau cast a glance back into the room and said, "If, uh..." 

"Yeah, we'll make some plans," Fjord said. "You just make sure we get Jester back in one piece. Information might be useful, if we've gotta do this ourselves." 

"See if they'll sell some supplies, if nothing else," Molly put in. "Jester will know what, I have no doubt." 

"Sure," Beau said. "Yeah, of course. Supplies. Seeya." 

Nott had a strong suspicion that Beau had absolutely no idea what kinds of supplies might be required and also that she would punch someone, several times, rather than admit it. 

When the door closed behind Beau and Jester, Molly sat up and clapped his hands together sharply, a bright grin on his face. "So! Volunteers?"