#chapter postings are slow going because I'm an adult with adult responsibilities

[mado-typo]

I’m writing a fic! I’ve been writing it for a while, probably a year now, but I never advertised it here because I’m shy lmao

Summary:

A young woman, with a surprising affinity for taming Pokemon, woke up one day at the bottom of a cliff with no memory of who she is. Using a name she found in a notebook with the words FIND HIM written in bold and frantic letters, Annwyn tries to find her purpose. Why is she in Hisui, who does she have to find, and why does this Pearl Clan Warden feel so familiar to her?

I also did some art for chapter 18, which gives you absolutely no context as to what’s happening in the story lmao

[valiantstarlights]

Your work is so good and definitiely brightens up my day!

How do you think personal trainer Dream would react to finding out that Hob has to leave the country for an extended period of time due to work?

Would Hob be limping on his way to the airport? and be spoiled by random care packages (and other packages iykwim) from his clingy and insanely horny boyfriend? Sexy videocalls with heartfelt longing?

ALSO AWAITING YOUR VAMPIRE AU WITH BATED BREATH. THE ROMANCE OF DREAM CROSSING OCEANS OF TIME TO BE WITH HOB

Aww, thank you! 🖤 I'm glad I made your day brighter. 😊

And omgggg the Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU (a.k.a. Lord Dimitrescu!Dream AU) 🔥 I said I'll post the first chapter this week, but RL happened, and...👀 But the first chapter is complete! (I had it typed down and everything before I even wrote the prologue 😂) I just have to find the time to edit it. 😊

Okay, so about personal trainer!Dream being informed by Hob that he has to leave for an extended(!!!) period of time because of work stuff.

Honestly, my first thought is that Dream would drop everything and go with Hob wherever he's going because he's insane like that. 😂 But no! He's an adult. He has responsibilities.

Watch him become a sulky mess anyway and be more clingy than usual. He knows Hob has to go, and he won't try to dissuade him from leaving, but that doesn't mean he's happy that Hob has to leave. He can be supportive and mopey at the same time.

Like, Hob is an amazing person! Of course he deserves all the best career opportunities. 🔥 In fact, anyone would be lucky to be in his presence. Dream is just sad that, for the next few weeks/months, he won't be one of those lucky people. 🥺

During this time, I think Hob would also be clingy with Dream. He's nervous about the job assignment, living in a foreign country for a while, and he's very much not looking forward to being away from his boyfriend whom he loves, and who loves him just as much.

The night before Hob leaves, Dream is going to fuck him so good and slow that Hob would always blush at the memory of it, even months later.

And you know Dream would personally drive Hob to the airport and stay with him until Hob's plane absolutely has to leave. The other people in the airport will know just how much Hob is loved by his boyfriend because Dream is going to be so schmoopy and give him sweet, longing kisses while cupping his face in his hands like he's something precious. People will think that they're filming a romantic movie, and highkey want what they're having. 👀👌

And Dream sending care packages??? Yes.

Hob will receive the sweet care packages like, every couple of days. They're filled with (healthy and delicious) energy-boosting snacks, scented candles for relaxation, tea blends that Hob likes...just, all the things. (Maybe even a couple of Dream's shirts, because Hob misses him so much and his bed in this foreign land feels so empty 😭)

The other teachers in the conference/retreat/teacher exchange program(?) will see him always being sent care packages and be like, "Wow, your spouse is really going all out, huh?"

And Hob is like, "He's not my husband yet..." and then going blushy because Dream...as his husband... 🥰🥰🥰

The other people in the room will notice him openly daydreaming and be like, "Professor Gadling? Hello? No, I think we've lost him."

And of course Dream and Hob will video call each other daily. And after the spouse comment, I imagine the call will go something like:

Hob: I received the latest care package you sent me! 🥰 The other teachers said you're really going all out, but they referred to you as my spouse.

Dream, fiddling with the engagement ring he bought ages ago out of sight of the screen: Imagine that. 🥰

And Hob can't say, 'I did! I daydreamed about being married to you for like an hour straight, and I totally missed what everyone said during that time,' because that might sound too much for Dream to handle (spoiler: it's not), so he just says, "I'm so happy you're my boyfriend. 🥰 I never felt so loved in my life."

And then Dream will be totally normal about that and it will be all he thinks about until Hob returns. But he will return the sentiment, and add that Hob is the only one he wants to love for the rest of his life.

Dream: I...hope that's not too forward of me to say.

Hob, already crying: If you say that, then I should also tell you that when the other teachers said you were my spouse, I daydreamed for an entire hour imagining our life together. So...😭 Sorry if that's too much. 🥺

Dream, a feral bastard barely restraining himself from booking a plane ticket and proposing to Hob as soon as he lands: No, not at all. You know how much I love you.

Hob, crying harder: I love you too 😭

And that's pretty much the only time they didn't have phone sex during this period, probably. 😂

As for spicy care packages, realistically, I don't think Dream will send them? 👀 Because the packages are inspected, and Hob could get in trouble. However, that's not to say that Hob doesn't have toys with him. It's just that he probably already had them in his luggage when he left. 😂

I think the toys that Hob brought with him are all very discreet and travel-friendly, though. And most days, they're definitely not enough, because he got spoiled by the size of Dream's cock and his scorching touches back home. But he can do nothing about it because he doesn't want either of them to get in trouble. So he just has to satisfy himself with what he has.

That doesn't stop him from whining that he wishes Dream were there to fuck him in person when they have video call sex, though. He would be plunging his own fingers in and out of his hole, tiny bullet vibrator against his cock, crying that it doesn't feel the same as when Dream does it to him. Hob does gets to cum every time they have video call sex, but it's mainly due to Dream's lustful voice praising him for being so good and obedient, and how he can't wait for Hob to get back so they could start training his hole again, which has tightened up considerably when they parted 😏 Can Hob even take Dream's cock when he returns? Or will they have to go back to thigh and titfucking?

Suffice to say, their phone sex sessions test Dream's self-control about booking a flight to where Hob is and giving him everything that he wants. 😂

Hob is gonna be so tight when he returns, and Dream is looking forward to training him again. 😏

When Hob is finally(!!!) scheduled to return, Dream clears out a week of his schedule. He doesn't fucking care. Hob has been gone for (what feels like) ages. And his siblings, having witnessed how mopey he became almost as soon as Hob's plane left the ground, are like, "Yeah. Have the week off. Heck, have two weeks off. Just get out of here with your sad cat looks."

(Dream takes the two weeks off.)

And then he's off to fetch Hob from the airport.

I don't think Dream would have a huge welcome banner or balloons, but he'll for sure have a bouquet that will mean something like, 'I went insane when you were gone and I'm so glad you're back because I can't live a single day without you.'

And once again, the people in the airport will think that Dream and Hob are filming a romantic movie because Hob will run excitedly towards Dream, and Dream will speedwalk towards Hob like he's competing in the Olympics, and when they collide, Dream will lift Hob up in an embrace as they kiss like long lost lovers.

Then, once they're home, Dream will prove to Hob (for two weeks) that actual sex is better than video call sex. 😏

And just when they're about to sleep, Hob would confess that this is one of the things he missed the most when they were apart: him falling asleep next to Dream. He'll say he missed being held safe in Dream's arms, and pressing his ear against Dream's chest to hear his heartbeat, while feeling Dream's breath ruffle his hair.

Dream will once again be extremely normal about this, and shower Hob with kisses. He's thinking if he should pull some strings with his academic contacts, to make sure that, in the future, Hob will have more control over where his work will take him, and for how long. Because while he wants Hob to be by his side 24/7, ultimately, it's Hob who gets to decide how much time he'll spend where.

(And of course, Hob will always choose to be with Dream. 🥰)

[avareiahgt]

So, this is my first writing in order to explain a bit of my world. I'm so sorry for my English, i hope you can at least understand what I'm trying to say hehe.

I would love to post some pictures of my characters but I'm not the artist type, to my disgrace.

No more waiting, I know this chapter isn't the most interesting, but it's our introduction and I think it's important.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence, human experimentation

Next part

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PROLOGUE

I guess you’re wondering what everything of this is about. Well, I’m going to tell you an ancient story:

History books say, a lot of centuries ago, one and only kind of humans inhabited this planet. They were all the same, they were born with the same abilities and possibilities, paying some mind to little differences: skin color, religion or sexuality were some of them…

But one day marked the future and all those things that kept them separated stopped matter anymore.

First offspring met daylight crushing the mother form the insides. Four months forward, that baby had the stature of an adult, normal human. Emergency interventions by the responsible scientists were actually useless, letting the breaking news slip into radio and TV, the project of a giant baby that made its mother explode due to the fetus’s abnormal size and development.

It would be a wonderful terror story if it weren’t because it wasn’t an isolated case. A lot of incidents like the previous one peaked some weeks after that. Who knows if the rich and privileged knew about this before the rest of us…

Strong investigations started in every country. What could it be? Toxins, viroides, mutations… Nothing seemed to make sense, they couldn’t find the reason. Sadly, some predacious people put their eye on it looking for a unique opportunity. New test tube babies. They weren’t genetically engineered but, once fertilized and showed an excessive growth, they were extracted from the belly and maintained on enormous tanks that emulated placenta.

First years were met with failures and the deafening fall in the world birth rate. Just a few babies were born with normal conditions, with human proportions. Anyways, the discouraging perspective for couples to keep trying to be parents made it collapse. No one wanted to give birth. Chances were low, only 12% of pregnancies found the four-leaf clover and went awfully normal. The horror of the remaining 88% meant an overdeveloped not-born crushed the mother form the inside without enough development to eat, breath of merely live without a machine. They were trying to maintain a giant one or two-month fetus. It would never work.

Babies kept growing in size while time passed but not a single one survived. One decade went by a number of deaths and lost inversions until… a baby girl was born. Healthy, pretty and gigantic. While the clinics and labs halls were full of cheers, streets were full of hate. What to do with a baby that no one could properly attend? Who would teach, feed and handle her? And, the least and worst, who was going to deal with her when she was adult enough? Who were supposed to go against her wishes?

Sooner than later, some of the brightest minds found a conclusion: if we couldn’t stop nor fix whatever mutation that afflicts them, we would improve it. We would learn and work for a new human generation. Opposition and admiration became enemies to death. Cities burned, complains were massacred and, of course, entire governments and countries fell. From time to time, the first fights were replaced for some with new values. Nevertheless, there was something that anybody could kill… human scientific curiosity.

More than a million new human failures were the first stone for the future path: to replicate the original mutation on adults became a reality. Shifting was slow, painful and irreversible, but compulsory. First of all, it was a progressive change, they were bigger each time holding their morality and intelligence, which only resulted in more experiments, cheerfully this time. Even so, it all was a unique question: why would you want -and keep- 90 feet human guinea pigs if you weren’t enough strong nor competent to even control them? Like every human being, those experiments also became ambitious. Finally, an important 72% of population reacted positive to the mutation, it seemed that the new designed virus acclimated itself slow but unstoppable. From that initial 72% only the half made it through. Which was the position the old generation was holding in now? A minority, so small at number and size both.

There were multiple tries for coexistence thanks to equality factions, none of them worked. There wasn’t a single person in the whole world that didn’t know the REM implications. It started as an integrative association for the new -old- minority for them to live in big cities, just so oversized for them. Unfortunately, soon the cover went down: it was a military special branch focused in infiltrations and information seekers. They had never stopped those experiments. The main director, Avery Dorens, showed his face without doubt when his name appeared on every media. Visionary, he called himself, who had been fighting in order to find a cure for the Older’s involution problem. His followers were ex-military agents, spies and even ex-convicted. All of them strong people with weak or broken ideals. Nothing could stop him and, some years later, even with his expedient still opened, Dorens’s project received tons of support and financing.

That’s how war started. A war my side lost. Giants versus humans. Step by step, giants replaced us. Some of us were immune, I don’t know why, so we saw ourselves as the resistance. We were the ones loyal to the human race. This meant a rupture with society. Most of knowledge became lost or destroyed because of the war. Giants called themselves Newman, the new improved human race, since my kind was baptized as Older, the old, outdated, weak that had to disappear in order to favor the specie’s development. Newman versus Older.

Older were expelled after losing the Size War. They hid themselves into the most rural places, out of reach from Newman. It wasn’t an easy task since nature seemed to grow with them, grass strands were the size of a person. A lot of species disappeared along the Size War, some others integrated the mutation.

Nowadays, here we are. It’s been 200 years and, theoretically, Older are all dead. We are a fantasy creature that only appear on kid’s tales and history books. We have been forgotten and my generation is being prepared to guide our little world, the one they let us without knowing it.

Who would believe that creepy story? It was a horror tale to tell the children to sleep. Real world was there waiting for me to conquer it. I wasn’t supposed to waste my life yearning for something interesting to happen in Berhem, was I? It was a beautiful and small city with a familiar atmosphere. It was perfect for breeding kids and living a peaceful, long live. It was placed in a long-lost forest, protected by some hundreds of natural, green barriers that kept us from the ugly outside. None of the young knew how to go through it neither we had permission. Where was the sea? Snow? Dessert? Legends, that’s all it was. And I wasn’t one to keep dreaming and waste my time wondering. I needed to know the truth.

What was outside those green walls?

—Don’t stop running, Walker! — the trainer’s voice resonated through the pavilion’s walls. I knew she wasn’t expecting an answer, so I didn’t. I kept my usual rhythm. Resistance test was the one I was focused now, it took me time to get the trick, but I got it at least.

Sooner than later, my life was going to change. I was training for the Military Force, Exterior Initiative -MFEI abbreviated - section. I’d always been a curious child. Reckless and shameless, my mother used to say. Me joining MFEI was completely opposite to her beliefs but she had understood it would be the only way for me to be happy: finding answers to my never-ending questions.

I could have started my own little company, study abroad, learn a profession or even just stay at home with a good husband who would keep me fed and healthy, but that wasn’t my deal after all. I dreamt about exploring new areas, look for whatever land that was our so far in the past. I wanted to find a time where we weren’t Older, just human.

And that time would come when I was accepted at MFEI.

[stellanslashgeode]

11,12,25,and 46 for the writer ask game! 💚💙

11. Link to three of your favorite fics right now

I really enjoyed honey, you're familiar, a great one-room one-shot like a stage play that uses chess as a metaphor for strategically making your way through a tough reunion.

And you know I have to boost your Luminara & Barriss, it's just hits just the right spots to give me those feelings.

And starwatcher (hold your ground) is a very unique canon divergence fic, and we really don't get enough set during Attack of the Clones. I'm way behind on it, @bettyxrosex has an admirable work ethic.

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

This is a hard one because on some level I am aware of my audience and do want to please them. And I'm often surprised on what gets hits and what doesn't. I'm working on Way of the Mynock right now because I have a lot of ideas for it, yes. But also because it's gotten a lot of hits and I want to keep the momentum up. Contrasts, by contrast, hasn't gotten much feedback. But that's okay, I'm kind of writing that as therapy. Plus, the next chapter is a long diversion to the High Republic Era (the undervalued Phase II even) which isn't as popular. But I love this group of characters that will be in it. Because it's a "one for me" I can afford to take my time.

Dusk of a Golden Age hasn't gotten as many readers but the comments on it were so sweet and encouraging! I am dedicated to finishing it and polishing well before publishing. Sometimes series with a few, but enthusiastic readers are the best ones.

Sometimes I write things knowing few people will read it, but a select few will be looking for that sort of story and will love it. Microcasting. Theed Lament is like that. It has under 100 hits, but I hope I really scratched an itch for dozens who were looking for that experience.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Oh, that's easy. Jedi: Dropout. It's a fic with all OCs so I knew it would not pop up in searches very often, but it's where I hid a lot of my worldbuilding for Mirial and Mirialan religion and culture. So, if you're a reader and you like the pantheon I created and put into my Barrissoka stuff go read that too. I also hid a lot of my musing on the Jedi and their practices there. And it is a great little slow burn about two girlfailures (and Nerf herding).

46. How do you describe your style.

Character driven. High on interiority. I sometimes have action-focused stuff but it's not very grand and epic. Action and violence are usually small scale and in close quarters, I don't do grand battle scenes. Because the characters get lost in that. I make a point to occasionally injure the characters I love and want to protect so I don't handle them too preciously. Sometimes I try to just write smut but always put a lot of emotional breakthroughs in there too because I just can't help myself. Is there a term for a coming-of-age genre but it's about that 25-30 age range? I find that time of life very compelling, you're past your education and need to figure yourself out again as an adult.

Thanks for the asks, Bailey! I'll also link the original post so we can keep this going.

[greetings-humans]

introductory post (includes some interaction boundaries, more details on me (ao3 acc, etc) & a dni under the cut)

yeah it's about time I made one of those ig (disclaimer: I'll edit this, if/when the need comes)

hello there! im deelay! you can call me dee, if you want! [btw if you know my irl name, not here you don't unless we're DM-ing]

gender is so weird and I'm okay with any and all pronouns (barring it/its)!

for details on what to use when talking to me or about me (like pronouns and gendered terms etc) you can go here

-im a young adult and that's like all imma say age-wise. however please take that into account when interacting with my blog! some of the reblogs/posts here might not be what I'd have been okay with seeing when I was like under 14 or something. so yknow. exercise some modicum of caution please.

-currently in uni, studying to get an english degree (every new thing I learn about teaching makes me want to yell at some of the teachers I've known/had, did they even study in uni? did they even keep in touch with pedagogical studies?? definitely not, form what I can tell)

-I'm technically a writer? like I write,,, supposedly lmao. like all the greats, the one thing I never seem to do is yknow write-

I write sometimes, let's say. and I'm also really interested in writing my own crime fiction novel one day. but that's for some day in the future lmao

-definitely a reader tho (yes ao3 and i are in a committed relationship)

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-im also very very aroace, so like, blanket disclaimer, even if you might think I'm thirsting over a character, im really not and it makes me uncomfortable when others think so (and tell me that) so yeah lol

my interests and fandoms are. a lot. for example (and in no particular order):

merlin (bbc): im watchin s2 rn(August 2024)! i finally decided to pick this up again and properly watch it! esp since i really wanna read The Once and Future Kings by tjmcharg & And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly and i can't do that if i watched the show lmao

the magnus archives: my first podcast! as of September 2024 I've started s4 and all I want is to relisten to really see how much everyone has changed in the span of 4 seasons🥺🥺 mind your spoilers, I don't always tag! and if you're in s1 frankly just persevere until halfway through s1 or s2 at least before interacting, there's a lot of spoilers for the setting going around because the actual explanation doesn't come until quite later even if u kinda figure some things out on your own

DC (the bats, mostly)

windbreaker (satoru nii): im constantly reading the new manga chapters as they come out so beware spoilers! the anime is really cool too<33 talk to me about my children (sakura, tsubakino, umemiya, kaji, hiragi, suo) and all of the other children ofc anytime!

riordanverse (pjo, hoo, magnus chase, a little bit toa, pjo show [which was def better than the movies but needs more screen time to fix up the pacing and add more depth in the appropriate moments])

fullmetal alchemist brotherhood! (i used to have roy on my pfp, he's my favorite character! i also wanna write a huge character analysis essay on him but uni responsibilities mean that's very slow going). im collecting the hardcover editions of the manga slowly, and i plan on reading the manga properly as i buy them!

star wars (prequels, kotor, clone wars)

criminal minds: (im at early s14 as of July 2024, so mind your spoilers humans)

jujutsu kaisen! (I'm just about to finish s2 as of April 2024 but I know what's happening by the end of s2 and I've given up on the storyline so spoil away, I'll just ignore you and live my life in my fanfic sandbox:] )

yuri on ice is an old love of mine (ice adolescence😭😭 one day😭😭 oh one day😭😭 so that was a fucking joke, mappa count your days and also im stealing viktor you can't have him, im gonna write iceado WITHOUT YOU) (well imma write it with a friend but like most importantly WITHOUT MAPPA and I urge all creative yoi fans that think they wanna try doing their own version of iceado to go ahead and give it a go!)

haikyuu!!: I'm all caught up, manga and anime-wise! also patiently waiting for the last (😭) movie that should've been a season but anyways they better not fuck this up too much- (update: battle of the garbage dumpster was wonderful even if they couldn't animate everything... it was just so short)

bungo stray dogs is also an old but semi-revived interest of mine (im pretty much up to date with the manga, just haven't read the light novels)

tian guan ci fu / heaven official's blessing (as of June 2024, I've finished s2 and tgcf is amazing it's wonderful, I've started book 1 and am currently procrastinating on reading it)

there's like. so much more

sooo muuuuch moooreeee

so I'll just let you figure the rest of it out

If you wanna see some of my thoughts without infinite scrolling, you can also search for the tag "deelay words".

Another tag of mine is "deelay's tbr" (which stands for "to be referenced") which you'll find at posts that really make me Think™ and that I want to keep in mind when I do anything creative with the characters involved.

When interacting with my blog, if you want to avoid spoilers at all costs, I suggest blocking the fandom tag because what you consider spoilers might not be what I consider spoilers if we're at different arcs of whatever that media is.

That said, I'd also appreciate it if you gave me a heads up on spoilers in any asks.

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if you're here for any of my fics then well.

if you're here for pjo, um. those fics are truly discontinued/on indefinite hiatus. that hasn't changed. I watched the show and I'm actually reading pjo fics again from time to time so if I get inspired enough and manage to plan out a decent fic out of Percy Jackson Revealed,,,, then maybe there shall be a fic. But!!! I have no idea what the ending is gonna be, and without an ending I'm doing nothing because the chances of me dropping the fic (again) would be higher than my anxiety during exam season (aka very very high)

if you're here for the man behind neal caffrey tho!! hi, there. I am working on that sequel, don't worry. it's just long (im at like 7k or so iirc? and im not even halfway through yet) and I'm also working on uni and this other writing project I have going on. feel free to send me an ask with any questions or comments or whatever. august 2024 update: this project is very slow going tbh! i think i need to recalibrate some of my plans because it's so tiring to keep writing some of the stuff I've planned for. white collar crime cases are more tedious than expected. im also like on and off working on a double homicide case fic for criminal minds (that I think I'll rework to become an original thing) and it's coming out much more easily😭

unnamed grishaverse project: yeah so, I have a project going with my friend noel @fifteenth-entity, we're fixing the darkling! this fic will take place like around 50-100 years pre-alina, and will feature the darkling doing darkling things while that generation's most prominent grisha (aka a bunch of queers) also do things that may or may not affect the darkling. and his views. and personality. there may or may not be character development in the works. (there is, he gets better). this fic is canon divergent before canon even happens. the entire plot of shadow and bone will be eventually reworked. (also, no darklina, no darkling romance, in general, this boy needs to get mentally healthy first and foremost and I'm also writing him as aroace sooo) [for more info on this just search "unnamed grishaverse project", it's the tag I've used in like the only post about this. do feel free to send me an ask about this tho!!]

ice adolescence-esque fic: mappa fucked up majorly with canceling iceado and im supremely annoyed, mad, and upset. it just so happens that I was in the middle of my yoi renaissance era when the news came out so with my obsession going strong, I really wanted to try doing something with iceado. and then @athenov got roped in a la "be my coach co-conspirator/co-writer, viktor(ia)!". this is not going to be a very linear story, we're going around and about in different points in time. the first narrative follows viktor at 17ish deciding to try to ratify the quad flip and it includes some insight on his friends and family (who are OCs, im not sorry, his backstory is so barren, we had to!) and on how he ended up so alone by the time yoi was happening. the second narrative is post-yoi viktor coming back to russia ft yuuri, yuri & yakov. this is not a russian gov-positive fic. russian culture is very interesting and some russians are wonderful people —diversity is a thing, after all— but to be perfectly clear, fuck the russian government and everyone supporting their actions. what they're doing is inhumane. [posts about this project will be tagged as "dee & athenov's yoi fic"!]

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Another thing: If you have a genuine, not malicious or mean-spirited, question, feel free to send me an ask. Keep it chill, though! if you try to pick a fight i will delete the ask for the first time, but on strike 2, you're blocked.

i like to think that I'm open to discourse on some topics but not if you're starting out all aggressively cause if you're aggressive, I will be defensive (while privately having a panic attack) and we're not gonna get anywhere. Not that I can't get aggressive sometimes when I'm annoyed/offended or sth, like I'm not perfect but this is a general rule of a thumb yknow. Try not to be aggressive. or prepare for an aggressive conversation if you are.

so. once again for the people in the back

If you're here to pick a fight with me then gtfo please.

I don't like fighting, it makes me anxious, so save us both the trouble and be as civil as you can be if you have a disagreement with me. don't forget to check my dni tho. I'm not gonna sit around having basic arguments about my rights to queerness as an aroace person or some stupid shit like that.

that said, unless I'm literally at your post saying shit you disagree with. don't come at me. literally block me. it's fine. I quite literally do not mind or care. like, if you saw my post or reblog and decided I suck then just block me will you?

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Moreover, if you ever want fic recs for a fandom I'm in, you're definitely welcome to send me an ask! but if you don't feel like talking, anything I will ever tell you is straight from my ao3 bookmarks. sooo, feel free to hunt around those! [in case the link isn't working for you, my ao3 username is Justice_not_Revenge]

ao3 disclaimer: anything before 2021 is not necessarily something I claim. So like don't think I'm into this thing or that I'm passionate about this ship just because in 2019 I bookmarked 100 fics with it, people tend to grow and change so yeah.

some generic DNIs

if you're anti-lgbtq+ in any way (cmon im queer myself this one should be obvious)

if you support AI art or AIs stealing fic content (if you're the type to use other people's OCs in character.ai with no permission, then like go away and don't you dare touch my OCs without talking to me and getting my explicit permission first)

literally anyone who thinks violating someone's concent is nice and fun and quirky

racists, ableists, sexists/misogynists, incest shippers, pro-shippers, etc

okay that's all! thank youuu-

[fnaf-hereafter]

Questions I'm answering before they're asked!

Will this blog follow me back?

No. I've stated in the bio that it's a side blog and cannot follow other blogs. I have enough accounts, I decided to utilize the sideblog feature for this one.

Is this account run by a minor/adult?

Adult. I'm doing this in my free time which means things will be slow, and also I'm one person. The only other human who has access to this blog is a friend I asked to help me proofread before I post chapters up. That being said, please follow Tumblr community guidelines... But do know this blog is Five Nights at Freddy's. It's an AU with OCs of mine. There will be gore warnings, injury warnings, death warnings, etc. Read this AU fic responsibly please.

Since this is a side blog, is there an account connected to it? Another blog? Is there a Discord server?

Technically yes, but I'm keeping my actual main blog off of this one for now. No, I'm not being secretive, I just don't want people to think I'm doing this for internet fame. I honestly don't expect this to get big. But I have a Twitter and Instagram I'm using to promote this blog, they're both under the "FNAF Hereafter" name, so they'll be easy to find.

As of writing and pinning this post I'm also waiting on an invitation to make another account to AO3 so the chapters can be posted there. Yes, I'm picking AO3 for the tagging system and filtering.

And for that last part... like I'm saying, I don't expect this to get big. I'm a huge nerd trying to share their excitement over a game they've loved since they were 18 but only just now developed a full AU for with other people. I'm a nerd sharing my OCs and headcanons and ideas. But if those who follow this blog decide they want a Discord server to easier see updates or something, I'm more than capable of I can get a small mod team on it.

Will there be art or just writing? And do you have designs for the canon characters?

Ahah, oh boy yes there will be. I've actually posted the lineart for several canon characters and OCs on my main Twitter before! And for any of my friends seeing this, you've seen the colored icons of the main cast. Eventually everyone, including all the background characters I'm naming, will have lineart designs at the least. There's a few scenes in my head that I really want to draw out, but they'll mostly be pencil and paper as that's what I'm still used to after 16 years of making art.

Is this blog just for posting the fic and art?

Actually it's going to be an ask blog as well! But one thing to keep in mind is the characters will be at different ages, levels of knowledge and experience, and stages of memory regarding events, depending on what chapter we're on! FNAF 1 versions will know different things than the FNAF 2 versions and so on. But once the first chapter is up, I'll make sure the ask box is open and y'all are free to ask away!

What do you mean when you say things are going to be out of order on purpose?

My version of the FNAF timeline is VERY skewed from what a lot of people think of it. I'm also interjecting some plot ideas in at different points (example; not all games are in my AU and not all characters have the same role or are even present!). But I'm writing the chapters out based on what game they came from and when that game released. So FNAF 1 is first, then 2, then 3, etc. But that won't be the official order of things due to how my timeline is set up. Eventually I will put out how my timeline is organized because I'm not Scott Cawthon and y'all aren't MatPat.

If we have questions for you specifically is there a character for that?

For one I have like, 5 personas that I use. For two I have a self insert who has a stand-in for this AU. For three, yeah, cause the idea of a narrator character that y'all can interact with is funny as hell to me.

That's all for now, this pinned post may be replaced or edited in the future, but be on the lookout for the first act and first chapters! They are currently in progress!

[skyeventide]

2, 8, and 21?

from here

2. Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

fuckin' long fics. I just don't have the concentration and stamina to stay focused on the endeavour of a long fic. I'm sure you're acquainted with how tiring it can be to keep going chapter from chapter, not mention the fact that I really dislike publishing things I haven't finished. so I'd have to write the whole thing before even thinking about posting, and... yeah, it's too much. which annoys me also because I do have a wacky idea with a choral cast (remember the version where elves are reborn as literal babies? that one, except explored with all the buckets of emotional shock if not outright trauma it entails) that I fear only really works in the format of a multi-chapter story.

8. How slow is a slow burn?

this answer is going to be a cop-out but... just enough? hard to really explain, but it needs to be organic. if it feels like the story is dragging on for the sole purpose of slowing down that cooking process more, then the coherence of the plot to me is a bit lost. this isn't a hard and fast rule though, because I can enjoy a particular dynamic that is just in the ambiguous middle ground between types of relationships. but it needs to be intentional ambiguity as opposed to intentional "more stuff that's just there to delay the resolution". I think it just kinda triggers a response in me that's on the lines "if y'all talked like adults, or even made the smallest effort, this wouldn't be an issue", and if that happens then it's too slow.

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what’s your secret?

lol yes I can! I'm not sure what the secret is per se, but I know that it takes me about a month to (leisurely/when I have time and energy) write from 5k to 8k, and that that amount of words is to me the general best amount for a) presenting an issue, emotional or otherwise, b) developing it through 4-6 scenes, depending on length and complexity of the problem, c) wrapping it up with a solution or a satisfying enough change of cirumstance. make it two major problems at the start (or something more generalised), approximately double the wordcount. make it two povs with their own issues, double the wordcount. third major pov, 5k-8k more. adjust with variables at need. I've written enough things with a deadline that I can safely say these are my personal patterns. it probably helps that I am 99,99% an architect/plotter writer.

[wanderinginksplot]

Will requests open back up after you're done posting Now Boarding?

Thank you for asking this, anon! I don't want to bog you down with details, but I'm a planner and I believe in transparency, so I'll post a much longer explanation under the cut.

The short answer is: not at this time. Now Boarding took a lot of time to write (mostly due to writer's block), so it really slowed down my response time for requests. I still plan to reopen requests, but it will be some time before that happens.

Under the cut is way too much information about my writing speed and practices, but I want to be open and honest. Thank you again for the opportunity to talk about this, anon!

Okay, as promised, here are the details: In a good writing week, I can write roughly 1,000 words on a work day and 2,000 words on a day when I'm off work. With a 5-day work week, that's 9,000 words per week. My fics average out to 3,000 words each (depending on the story). That means I can write roughly three fics per week.

I currently have 13 open requests, so that's a little over a month of writing I have to do to catch up on requests. Not bad, right? Well, there are some problems:

Three fics per week is just the writing time itself, and doesn't include editing or formatting

Those 13 requests don't include new chapters of Gar Cabur or another series I'm starting, let alone personal projects

Sometimes, writing weeks are just bad, especially since:

A lot of people have left their jobs in my workplace and I've been regularly scheduled to work six days a week

The biggest problem, however, is that I am also trying to work on writing smut. I've never done that before, so I challenged myself to write a certain number of fics that include adult material.

(*These fics will be posted on an entirely different account - this account will only be for my SFW fics.*)

I've already written some of these fics, but I still have eighteen of them to write, which takes my total to-be-written list up to 31 - over ten weeks of writing before I even start working on Gar Cabur again, along with my other projects.

Now, I'm hoping things will change soon. Work should ease up in a few weeks. Now Boarding being posted means that I don't have the chance to keep re-editing it, so I can work more on writing or editing, formatting, and uploading finished fics.

By this point, you can see why I'm reluctant to give a definitive date that I'll be reopening requests. There are just too many variables for me to accurately estimate when I'll have caught up with the backlog.

Hopefully, this look behind the curtain hasn't ruined your immersion or made you think that this isn't something I enjoy. I love writing, I love being busy, and I am honored beyond words that people have trusted me to write their ideas. I am going to continue doing this because I enjoy it, but it is definitely taking longer than I wish it would.

Sorry for the information overload, but feel free to leave questions in the comments section or send asks for further updates as we go along!

[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon': Prologue ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

Alright I'm doing it.

I'm doing the thing.

It literally keeps me awake at night I gotta write thisss *cough* okay

Originally I was only going to post this unto Wattpad, but getting traction on their website is a little more difficult than good ole' Tumblr, so I'll be posting it on both. Feel free to visit my Wattpad here: LINK if you want to support my writing on that end. (I would so appreciate it)

This post is going to run pretty long, as it will host both the prologue of the story and my author's notes. Just a heads up.

Summery:

A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.'s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core--to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you've been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon' is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is a slow burn fan-fic; and I am not italicizing those words without reason. This is going to be an agonizingly slow action-packed adventure-romance. This is a self-insert story, just like my three-part series 'Some Combat Training' (link) where you as the protagonist will not be described outside of being female, general physique, and a generalization of your uniform(s). Skin, hair, eyes, etc. will not be described at all--besides ambiguous adjectives. That said, I am taking liberties with physique and stature due to the nature of the story. You're abilities rely on stealth as well as close and fast combat, therefore you are described as 'small', 'lithe', 'athletic', and all of those other fancy little ninja woman words. Your personality has been shaped by the events of your life and the people within it; but if I were to describe it I would choose words like: Intelligent, determined, self-sacrificing, quiet, humble, and studious. The story will follow along with the anime for the most part starting at around the time of the USJ event, though at some point the story will branch off and become more my original concoction. (Such as, fast-forwarding the time-line to when the characters are older.) Some information about you as the protagonist will not be written here, as I plan for those to be revelations within the story. There will be angst, blood and gore, adult-humor, trauma, death, bad language and warnings will be listed with each chapter as needed. Feel free to comment on those chapters as soon as you see something that isn't mentioned that might make someone (if not yourself) feel uncomfortable. I will not be offended. This story is meant to get a little dark. Please comment if you can about your opinions! I have never posted an on-going fic before, and anything you have to say I would appreciate! <3 Now, please enjoy this short prologue~ Chapter 1 is being reviewed and edited, to be release very soon! 👹🖤⛓🔪💣 ...four...five...six.. You counted the footsteps behind your left ear, round the corner of the dim abandoned subway. You'd been stationary; still so long that your digits had all but numbed. Turn... one...two...three... The footsteps were distancing from the hall your attention had been set upon. A T-section, where the entity had gone down and away from your destination. You had to cross that 'T' to get to the junction--where you needed to leave a note completely undetected. The slightest mis-step would lead to suspicion. Suspicion would lead to investigation. Investigation lead to the five percent chance they could find that note--and no percentage was too small. It all hinged on absolute perfection. Nine...ten...eleven... This was their fifth round. A patrol. You had to make sure their movement were predictable before this would work--despite having successfully delivered the note fourty-two times and counting--you did not have the luxury of assumption. Only if their stride was even, only if you absolutely knew they were moving at a certain pattern, could you depend on the following information: It took fifteen steps before they would reach the broken light on their route. The haze of the dust and pollutants reflected in the working lights prior to that was your cover. Cross the 'T', leave the note, and cross it again. Out of sight and out of earshot, mission successful. Fourteen... f-- You turn, and it takes three steps to arrive at the drop to the tracks. You bunch and leap, and even the quietest friction of fabric from your uniform creases your brow. You land, just outside of the light's reach on the thin concrete slab beyond. Your eyes track the metals, the jutting wall tiles; that with which the barest touch could emit a sound--and you maneuver around them. Under, creeping low--and over, leaping to land on the balls of your feet and checking your balance before moving forward. Careful to not cast a shadow into the hall. Paced, so as not to move too quickly nor too slowly. Counting, because every second was controlled and calculated. You reach the juncture, and once again

edging the light you propel yourself to land back on the main thoroughfare. The next obstacle--removing the loose brick. Behind a metal bench centered between two closed-in stair cases, where the tile meets what had once been a decorative brick mosaic; eight bricks right and eighteen bricks up, was your note's destination. Just above your head, where you had to bend at an awkward angle to reach. Not practical, less detectable. You're wearing tight fabric gloves with grips on the pads, but thin enough you can feel the texture of the brick as you gently lace your fingers at each of the corners. Lifting, centering, and pulling the brick from its slot. Holding it just right, you can avoid the loud scrapes and grinds--but you have to hold it perfectly centered. Success. In goes the note. As does the brick, back into the wall. But you're only half-way done. Leap. Quiet, maneuver, avoid, measure. Silent. Leap. Hide. You're back is once again at the wall, the footsteps of the lackey you'd been avoiding closing in proximity to the Hall you'd just left. Four... five... six... Your eyes focus on the wall opposite of you as you ground yourself. The next few seconds determined a new reality. Either they followed their pattern, or they didn't. You had to be flexible. No assumptions. If they move towards the junction, you have to follow. If they move towards you, you'd calculate on your feet. Seven... eight... nine.. Turn. ...one...two...three.. You don't relax. Even after you count their steps to fifteen, even as you slip away back through the hall, even as you exit the unattended vent and breathe in fresh air--you don't relax until you're sitting on the floor in your room, calming down, your mask in your hands. After checking to make sure your door had not been opened, and no one had looked for you. No tracks in the dust. Only then do you allow yourself to ruminate on the contents of the note you had written, because you could still see every letter of it in your mind. ------ 55-1, Minami Senju 5-chome, Musutafu Target: Fukui Mitsuo Floor 8 3 AM. 7. Accompanied. Head. ------ For the briefest moment, you feel your hands shake. They always did on these nights. Realistically, you'd left no openings. Tested and re-tested every method. Calculated every movement. Left nothing to chance. But the 'what-if's' still linger, and you let them. The fear is good. It keeps you on your toes, your mind on edge, your tongue to the roof of your mouth. If he found out, you wouldn't know it until it was over. So you pretended he already did. Below you, underground in his base, plotting how to get at you when you were most vulnerable. Tear you to pieces, throw you in a pit or in a cage. No--too risky, he'd just kill you. A dead-end is better than a possibility. You'd learned that from him. You swallow, head turning so the amber morning sky is in your peripheral. All things considered, you would still unfortunately need sleep. You cherished the brief moments of sunlight and let your mind swim in the memories of your childhood spent in the daytime; before retiring to the broken and borrowed mattress. Seven days. You would check the location of your note in two. If there is another note in response, you would create a reactionary plan. The pattern continues. Until he finds out. ...Until he finds out.

[dolliedarlin]

Eee sorry for any grammatical errors

Hii Dollie, I’m sorry about my late response my classes have been kicking my ass lately BUT I’m getting back on track ;)! How about you?

(Patreon) I think making a Patreon is a great idea, I mean it’s perfectly realistic especially with adult life and you’ll still be able to do something that you enjoy!! :D

(Tokyo Revenge) Soooooo I started and I’m hooked (IN THE FIRST EPISODE) unfortunately I had to stop after 2 as I had to get to sleep :((!

Also Dollie ofcccc I will read your time stamps :D, I just want to be able to understand them first :)) I cant wait!!!

(Harry Potter) Yess and me neither I’m just getting back into the whole Harry Potter thing, there’s a ton of potential with it ;)!

(A/b/o) Ahh, I have to agree with you there, Slow burn is always the best way to go with smuts! I do wish to see more plot-based content in the a/b/o community as well :/! 😭 once again couldn't agree more it does almost get tiring reading all the same a/b/o content!!!!

Just because I couldn’t help it if it were to be a/b/o au Bakugou would definitely be a wolve…so would Kirishima….

I promise this is my last question/side comment how do you imagine yourself or y/n ig in this universe?

A/b/o and what animal ??

(I said a bunny because they’re just so cute!)

no worries, dollface, i'm the worst at replying late so don't even stress about it - speaking of which, i'm sorry for my late reply <3

and i get you on that part, it's the same with my classes, especially with the additional module i have for this new semester but we've got this! we'll pull through!

(patreon) you really think so? i'm so hesitant because i don't think any one would want to pay for my writing >.< and i haven't given anyone a taste for how i will write nsfw stuff as i want to keep my blog as friendly and safe for minors as possible. but this brings to mind an issue i'm having, can i have your thoughts?

as you know my bakusquad p.a series is coming to an end and i only have last chapter left to write, should i or should i not make it an nsfw and include explicit scenes? of course, i'll put up the appropriate warnings and place the 'read more' line before any explicit things happen but...i'm just kinda hesitant... i don't want to ruin the vibe of my current blog. should i create a new blog specifically for nsfw stuff? post an sow version here and then post the nsfw version there? what if it gets taken down bc of the stricter guidelines updated in 2021? what do you think i should do?

(tokyo revengers) omg! i'm so happy you like it and just from the first 1-2 episodes! ahhhh! i can't wait for you to see what happens in the future, feel free to come to me an fangirl together! <3 do you have a favourite character yet?

awww~ you're so sweet, i love you so much, have i ever told you that? 🥺

(harry potter) right? hopefully i can get back into it too and write something up myself -^7^-

(a/b/o) thank god! i'm glad we're in the same boat here...now i'm itching to write some a/b/o content myself but it'll be my first time writing for that au so it'll be a little rusty XD

oh~ i'd love to answer this question, if i was a part of the a/b/o universe i'd defo be an omega (lets just say my friends made me do those bdsm quizzes and...the results were very accurate and make sense XD) as for the animal, i'd like to say a bunny too but i'm leaning more towards a cute mouse like the cute meadow jumping mouse, so cute!

[story-taller]

Chapter 1

Parker Ainsworth, Butch Walker, paris jackson, Jessie Payo -

Running For So Long (House A Home)

It was a warm waning July in the yard, the air was warm and fragrant, it absorbed all the smells of flowering plants.

Eden, she had to get up at four o'clock in the morning to get to the place she needed at least in the evening, she was going to the center of the union of Elysium. It was hard to leave my village, but I wanted to see my sister more.

The sun was just beginning to throw the first rays, Eden was already standing on the road and waiting for some truck that would take her to her destination. An elderly grandfather, a milkman, was going there to sell his products. When he saw a blonde girl in a summer dress with a small bag, he slowed down:

-Eden, where are you going so early? - having lowered the window, the kind old man asked.

- I need to go to the city, - the little blonde dissipated into smiles, - will you give me a ride? she seemed to glow with happiness.

- Are you going to your sister's? Milkman asked, nodding.

Eden simply nodded her head positively in response, not holding back a happy smile.

- Sit down, - he nodded to an empty seat next to him, a young private was riding with him, naturally for protection, few evil spirits would want to taste milk or something more satisfying.

The three of them were traveling, and there was nowhere without talking, the soldier found out that Eden was going to his sister's cadet camp to join the ranks of the valiant guardians of humanity.

She asked to be dropped off at the intersection before entering the wall of Elysia, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon and unbearably hot, the sun was burning fiercely. Eden was dropped off at a military post, he certainly had military men who were flattered that such a pretty girl was left alone with a crowd of adult men.

- Excuse me, - Eden said, coming closer to the men, - but how do I get to the northern cadet camp? They

were a little taken aback, they did not expect that she was going there, they thought she came to visit her beloved and one of the brave men decided to talk to a pretty girl:

- Why would you go there? - he asked with a laugh, - are you going to visit your beloved? he glanced at the crowd of men, who burst out laughing.

-No, I'm going to become a private, she replied sternly and enthusiastically.

-You're Margot, - the soldier asked thoughtfully, with a note of disgust, - yes?

Not me with a stern face, Eden nodded to him.

-Got it, - he replied in frustration, - follow me, - he nodded to Eden at the entrance to a small building.

He led her into the structure, handed her a neatly folded form, she silently knitted it.

-Your sister, - the private began to say through his teeth, - is a bitch, - he saw fit to say it.

- Why? - Eden didn't have time to turn away from him.

-Because, - he paused dramatically, -Ell himself was here, - he said wearily.

Eden's eyes widened in shock.

- Yeah, we fucked up too, - the soldier said turning to the door, then he went out and closed the door behind him.

Eden began to change into a dirty gray uniform. When she finished dressing, she put her dress in her bag, this was the last time she wore a dress not on orders, she left the small house.

And already another soldier:

- Where are you going, beauty? - everyone in the camp considered it necessary to say something to her.

-The Northern Cadet Corps, - she replied.

- Sit down, I'll give you a lift, - he nodded, - but not to the building, next to it, you won't be walking for long.

-Okay, - Eden nodded back.

She was taken to the crossroads, the cutie had to walk all the way to the camp.

She arrived at the camp on the last day of the gathering. Entering the territory of the cadet corps, she saw a lot of guys and girls, some were dressed in uniform, some were not, some were escorted by their parents, and some, like Eden, were nobody. She was not uncomfortable, she was preparing herself for this day, so everything that could happen for her was expected.

With her eyes, she was looking for a single head, rising on tiptoes, and

becoming taller above the crowd by about how much, she could not see anything, but then the crowd parted and Eden beamed with a smile when she saw her sister, she was talking to someone, but for Eden it was not important. She ran into her sister and began to strangle her, hugging her, she did not have time to understand anything, but hugged back.

Releasing her sister, the tall girl turned her swamp-colored eyes to Eden and asked:

- How did you get there?

- Okay, continuing to hug her sister around the waist, Eden replied, - Si, I missed you, - closing her eyes, continued to hug her sister Eden.

In response, Cicely leaned Eden's head against her chest and kissed the top of her head.

Then on the speakerphone announced the gathering of recruits in the training hall, Siliya listened, and after listening to the appeal, he began to call for cadets to be built and led the cadets to the designated place, it was beginning to get dark.

Talk Dirty (feat. 2 Chainz) - Jason Derulo feat. 2 Chainz

Entering the training room, Eden's eyes were presented with a huge room with a high ceiling. The room was divided into two parts, despite the high ceiling, a bridge ran through the middle, bordering the room, doors opened onto the bridge, probably these were the captains' rooms. A staircase descended from the left side, and there at the top, people began to appear one by one, first there was a tall girl with dark hair, a good physique and a serious expression on her face:

This is Captain Mirana green Tormund would be great if you go to her, and even though she is strict, but with understanding, - enthusiastically said Cecilia, floor whisper in ear, his younger sister, and then in the middle there appeared a tall and broad-shouldered man, pretty face and Captain Aaron Ell...

-You're his assistant, right? - I distracted my sister a little from Eden's story.

..- yes, this is my captain, there is no better in the world, of course, for a girl, a girl will be better for a girl, but if not Green-Tormund, then Ell is also quite suitable, he is very sincere, he will listen first before he starts yelling, - Sicilia rattled without interrupting her breath.

Boney M. - Rasputin (slow) V2

- And who is this? Eden asked with undisguised curiosity.

-Oh, this is Captain Henry Axelman, he's the best soldier here, - Cecilia spoke of him with admiration and a note of contempt.

On the bridge, to the right of Captain Ell, a medium-sized man appeared, with a terribly contemptuous look, it was not clear what color his eyes were, but dark hair and white skin of the face went well together. He looked at everyone with such disgust that it didn't hurt who wanted to fall out of favor with him.

They were all dressed in a broadcloth jacket, probably it was weekend jackets, dark brown in color, on which dark buttons glittered, it was not long and ended just below the waist, and on the right shoulder, the surname and initials were embroidered, there were also badges denoting the rank of this or that captain and the squad to which the captain belonged, the captains were also wearing white trousers that were not loose, in their profession it was dangerous to have loose clothes, that's why the pants were narrow, but everyone had a size. The two captains also had leather berets on their feet, Captain Axelman had boots made of thin light leather that reached to the knee, and had a cutout at the back so that they could bend the knee, and in front they covered the knee from the damaging factor, Captain Axelman did not like unnecessary risk and was always ready to fight.

When he appeared on the bridge, all the cadets began to whisper, Eden heard some excerpts: "war hero", "Axelman", "so attractive".

- Many girls fall in love with him at a glance, - after hearing the conversations, Si picked up, - I don't know about novels, but Axelman doesn't twist with anyone, - Si began to warn her sister, - this spoils his "authority", and pays no attention to anyone, the feeling that he loves only murder and only his reflection in the mirror, but who knows maybe it is, - Si

shrugged.

While her sister was babbling, Eden looked at him and thought: "How can you love such an arrogant face? Ugh, never."

He looked at the cadets with a glance and disappeared into one of the rooms again, at this point, and Sicilia left Eden, since her job was to always be with her captain.

When the briefing was over, Eden stood and waited for her sister, but she did not come alone, but with Captain Ell.

- Captain, let me introduce you, this is Eden Margot, - Cece jumped up to Eden, and pointed at Eden with her hand, - my younger sister, - said Cicilia with the same wild delight.

-I've heard a lot about you, Eden, - he held out his hand to shake hers.

- I wonder what you've heard about me, - she stretched out her hand to meet the captain's hand, and blushed slightly, because who knows what will come to this half-witted Si's head.

-Nothing decent, only good, - he shook her hand firmly.

She smiled and shook back.

- You have a good handshake, - his tone was surprised, because Eden did not seem strong in appearance, - strong, - he was pleasantly surprised.

Then there was dinner, dinner, as it turned out, all together and the highest ranks and those who just got here.

During the time from the briefing to dinner, Eden managed to meet a guy, his name was Steve Bruno, he was quite tall and well-built, dark hair and eyes could fool any girl.

It was with this guy that Eden sat at the table, they discussed what awaits them in the following days, what tortures the captains are preparing for them.

Then there was free time, then Eden realized that she did not have enough beds in the common barracks (the barracks looked the same as the training hall, there were rooms on top apparently for captains and big shots, and the common room was for cadets), Eden informed her sister about this, of course, Sisilia dragged Eden directly to Captain Ella, he had the highest rank among all captains, the poet was to him.

In the office, Ell was not alone with him, there was also Captain Axelman, who in turn only measured both girls with his contemptuous gaze. When the girls flew into the office, which was in the same barracks where Eden was supposed to live, Ell turned his whole body in their direction, ready to listen and solve the problem, Eden's face turned the color of sunset again, and Sicilia began to explain the situation that had happened.

I sincerely hope that you enjoyed what you read! Thank you for your attention!

[casually-inlove]

Hello. In one of your responses, you wrote: "I also have things that I don't necessarily agree with." Can you tell us about it? I am very interested in your representation of this manhua. What do you think is written well in the story, and what is not? What would you add or remove? What is missing and what is too much in history? I would very much like to know your TianShan headcanon. I have too many "wants". I'm sorry if I was rude.

Dear anon, this was not rude at all. Indeed, you have many questions, so much as I try to be concise in my posts, this one is going to be very lengthy. Let me start with a little disclaimer. Everything below is entirely subjective. It is in no way meant to undermine anyone's enjoyment of the series, nor is it supposed to be an attack against the author. I value the comic's episodic nature and light-heartedness myself, otherwise, I would not have stuck around. It is also true that for the past half a year my interest in it waxes and wanes. Besides, I am well aware that certain groups of fans grow dissatisfied with the manhua direction. That said, I must state once again, OX has every right to write the story as they please, while the fans, no matter how displeased they may be, do not have the room to make demands of the author. So then, without further ado, some of my quibblings follow below. Beware of the wall-of-text.

1) The plot and characters get stagnant at times — these two go hand in hand. I suppose it is a prevalent gripe with 19 Days, and I am sure everyone has experienced it at least once. Some of it stems from the very way the story is told: the manhua timeline moves slowly in comparison with the readers' timeline. It works for depicting slow-burn relationships and subtle changes in the characters' outlooks. The problem is, more often than not, the latest chapters are inconsequential to either plot or character growth. They do not have the substance or the conflict to them. When OX had introduced the characters, while undoubtedly charming and loveable, they were practically walking tropes. Jian Yi, the bubbly airhead. ZZX, the stoic childhood friend. HT, Mr Popular. As time passed, OX did the clever (and the right) thing — they have subverted these stereotypes, by showing us that the characters are not who they appear to be. Thus, we learned that Jian Yi is a lonesome, affection deprived kid who on occasion dreads going back home because it's empty; his bright grin is there to hide his sadness.  We also learned that HT had a dysfunctional family and had been exposed to violence since a tender age; we also learned that he used to lead an empty life devoid of close interpersonal connections and passions, etc. I am not going to write about Mo because it is obvious and self-explanatory.

That sudden change in the perspective is what made those characters fascinating. A few of these developments co-occur with the addition of the “darker” mafia/gangster subplot. Indeed, the introduction of the criminal legacy theme (which is true for Jian Yi, He Tian, and Mo to an extent) allowed to show the wounds and troubles these characters had to face. It also dangled the prospect of an intriguing plot direction — a mafia-related story that is disguised as a school-themed slice-of-life. It was the underlying gangster plot-line that hooked me up; I kept asking myself: Are they connected (the Jian family, the He family)? Were they responsible for what happened with the Mo family restaurant? Will their backgrounds converge at some point? How does Jia Yi's kidnapping fit into all this? That sort of stuff. Alas, right now that subplot seems to be put on a backburner, which is a shame because this is the plot-line that leads to future events, such as Jian Yi's disappearance. The kidnapping is still going to happen and the threat looming over Jian Yi is still real, yet OX does very little to explain anything about it. Naturally, revealing everything at once is out of the question, but if it were me, I would have opted for unveiling bits and pieces now and then. To start with, it would have propelled the plot forward. Apart from that, it would have given the readers some food for thought and kept the intrigue fresh — they would have been cracking their heads to piece the puzzle. Finally, the characters' darker backgrounds provide the opportunity to give them development. For instance, how would Mo's view of He Tian change, if he learned that the latter had to face his warped father to save Mo (ch. 245 and further on)? Or how would Mo react, if he learned that He Tian lost his mother (presumably) due to his family shady dealings? Would it make him understand the other boy, relate to him on some level? Etc. 

The comedy and fun, light moments are precious, but I miss those moments when the manhua challenged my impression of the characters. Right now, the plot stagnates in the sense that we know that someone is threatening Jian Yi, but we aren't being given any clues or updates on the matter, as if the whole thing wasn't important. So, in response to your question “what would I have removed”, I would say that I would probably drop quite a few school-centric chapters in favour of “criminal” subplot. Just a bit: maybe show Mr Jian's messages, or Jian Yi's mother discussing the situation with him, or He Cheng receiving some reports on the situation.  

The character recent portrayal also disappoints me on occasion. They started as stereotypical manga characters, then they were given some depth, and now they are close to becoming yet another set of stereotypes. Yeah, I get that Mo is a tsundere and enamoured He Tian is an idiot in love — OX has been depicting them as such for the past year. It would be cool to take a look at other facets of their personalities now and then too. While it’s understandable that only a few weeks have passed since the beginning of the story, OX should remember that years have passed for the readers; keeping the audience engaged should be among their priorities.

I suppose I do have a bias here because as an adult I have little interest in all things school-related, and in general, I am not too fond of slice-of-life (I typically avoid reading it).19 Days attracted me because it had some universal themes, like dealing with past and legacy, finding your path, healing from the old scars, learning to handle difficult relationships within a family, and of course its low-key “mafia” subplot. It could be that OX truly doesn't have a meticulously chapter-to-chapter thought-out plot, hence why the manhua meanders at times, or it could have something to do with Mosspaca's internal agenda. Perhaps, it is the latter and the company somehow insists its artists stick with simplistic plots for the sake of keeping their target audience. Even so, there's a catch here, which was brought to the attention by @agapaic: the original reader audience has aged up already so to keep them hooked it would be wise of OX to “mature up” the comic as well. Not in the sense of 18+ content, but in the sense of introducing more mature subjects alongside the comedy and slice of life. Perhaps, they are not looking to keep the fans but to attract the new, younger ones. Who knows.

2) Drama and comedy imbalance. It is a pet peeve of mine which I consider to be one of the prominent manhua flaws: there is lots of slapstick comedy which ends up being out of place on occasion. I do realize the comic is humorous, however, there is no denying that OX introduced themes and topics that are no laughing matters. Jian Yi's and He Tian's loneliness, bullying and ostracizing, extortion racket, absentee parents, youth gangs and violence — just to name a few. There is a lot more, but you get the picture.

It is also obvious that three out of four main characters carry the remnants of childhood trauma with them, which directly affects their present selves. All the same, these topics practically fizzle out as soon as they get introduced, or get swept under the rug with comedy. Considering the humorous nature of the comic, it is given that dispersing some grimmer topics with playfulness will be used now and then. To my mind, however, OX relies on that abrupt drama-to-comedy switch too heavily, which makes the transition steep and often out of place. At times, it creates an impression that the author does not take these issues seriously. There have been numerous episodes when emotional moments were subverted and then dropped, without gaining climax and closure. For instance, the moment that sticks out to me the most is when He Tian attempted to tell Mo why he liked him. The visuals made it clear that it wasn't easy for He Tian to say out loud, yet OX never gave the intense moment the needed closure.

Mo brushed He Tian off and the latter just rolled with it, as if it never took him any courage to say those words, and then everything was swiftly engulfed by slapstick humour (the ball-slapping scene). A panel showing a glimpse of He Tian's face sinking to indicate he was somewhat let down by Mo's nonchalant response would have been appropriate — in fact, it would be natural for someone to get hurt when their confession is taken lightly. Likewise, I half-expected OX to show a bit more of He Tian's reaction towards Mo's story about his meeting with She Li. We got to see his expression darkening when he learned that She Li gave Mo the ear piercings, yet this time — mind you, when Mo suggested that She Li might have murdered someone — we never see He Tian react much. For the record, it was He Tian who asked She Li a rhetorical question about being able to take responsibility for taking a life.

Furthermore, I believe that someone romantically invested in another human being would have naturally shown more inquisitiveness upon hearing a story like that. Sure enough, some would say that Mo would not have liked talking about a traumatizing event, and that is fine as well — just show it. A single panel of He Tian being concerned and trying to inquire further and Mo refusing to talk would have been a very neat detail that could have potentially smoothed the transition into humour, while keeping our heroes in character.

3) Sometimes there is too much focus on the couples. The manhua has introduced several reoccurring supporting characters which are directly linked to our main quartet. For example, Mo had bonds before meeting our boys: his henchmen, the Buzzcut. Likewise, He Cheng was the one to raise He Tian; he shaped the boy's outlook on life.  These characters all played important roles in making our boys the people they are today, and yet we know so little of their bonds. Maybe the Buzzcut is unimportant in the larger scheme of things, He Cheng, however, is not only linked to He Tian, but he also plays a part in the underlying mafia/gangster subplot. It would have made sense if he was the one to shed some light on the situation with Jian Yi and He Tian's traumatic past. I would have loved to see our boys interact with other people as well — it would have served to show the variety of relationships out there: friendships, familial bonds, mutual respect between the leader and underlings, etc.

Anyway, I am going to stop now. I could name a few more, but this text is already more than 2000 words long. I have made some posts with my nitpicking before, so if you wish you can read them here.  

link & link 

Once again, this is all entirely subjective and it is not meant to be perceived as me saying that the manhua is poorly written and no one should enjoy it. Writing and creating compelling plots is a tough job, especially when it comes to long pieces. It also goes without saying that the author should keep their target audience and marketing goals in mind. 19 Days appeals to a great number of people of all ages and that means that OX succeeded in creating something compelling. Their writing is indeed flawed at times, but there is no way around it. It is impossible to excel both at being a great artist and a good writer. While there may be things that each of us would want to change (when comes to characters or the plot), it is still important to remember that it is not our creation. We can only decide whether to keep reading and enjoy what we get or move along. There is no point in attacking the author or generating constant pessimism.

[seasickbaby]

Just a Kiss (II)

Pairing: Christopher x reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Christopher offers to help improve your *romantic* skills, and he isn’t kidding. When you agree, things escalate and feelings you tried to suppress resurface. 

A/N: Hola amores! Thank you so much for your patience with his fic. Ngl I don’t think this is my best writing but I wanted to get it up anyways. This chapter is short but I’m thinking about making this a series. Please come talk to me about this chapter and what you (want) think is gonna happen next! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and keeps me motivated to write more. Also from now on my notes will go at the bottom! Enjoy!

You can read part one here: 

https://seasickbaby.tumblr.com/post/188487428355/just-a-kiss

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“I mean,,, t-tips…” You stutter, “Give me tips.”

Christopher clicks his tongue and leans back on the counter.

“Tips will only get you so far y/n… This is more of a hands on activity.”

You roll your eyes and slap his arm playfully. “Come on, I need a guy’s perspective. I could give you some in return.”

Chris, completely unfazed, just takes another sip of his beer. The lack of attention is bothersome so you cross your arms and pout your lip; inner five year old coming out when he doesn’t give you what you want.

Chris steals a side glance and chuckles. He then turns and, with a soft gaze, places a soft hand underneath your chin.

“No offense princesa, but what tips could you possibly give me?”

Forehead wrinkling, you force a laugh.

Wow, that was rude.

“Full offense Chris, but for how much you get gassed up about your skills, I expected more.”

This takes him by surprise. He was used to being teased by the other members, sure, but never about his ways with women. Everyone knew he was a ladies man. Even himself.

“Woah what do you mean?” Visibly hurt and confused, Chris pulls back his hand and dramatically places it over his chest.

You pretend you do not hear.

“Hmmm, maybe I should just ask Zabdi, I bet he won’t mind.” You shrug before hopping off the stool, “I’ve heard good things about him too.” You wink.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

His hand finds yours before you could walk away.

“Fine. I’ll help you, but first take back what you said.”

His ego got hurt, cute.

“And why would I do that?” You smile innocently.

He gives a small tug on your hand and brings you to stand in front of him, pulling you in between his legs when he hooks his hands behind your lower back. Eyes burning into yours.

Funny how people say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Most would say Chris is an open book; his outgoing, energetic personality makes it seem like such, but his eyes always spoke the words he never said out loud. Full of emotions yet never revealing too much, only showing what he wanted you to see.

You let yourself get lost in them every once in a while, never for too long. But right now, being so close in proximity, staring straight into his doe eyes, made you a little light headed.

Not even kidding, you could’ve kissed him again right there and then... if Erick hadn’t interrupted. The young one came over, ever so happily, and throws his arms over both your shoulders; the movement forcing Chris’ hands to let go of you.

“Ayyyy, compadres.”

“Erick your breath smells like beer.” Chris laughs as he sees you wrinkle your nose in the opposite direction of his face.

“Honestly, who even gave you alcohol you’re a baby!”  

“I am not! Tengo 18 años para su información. I’m a full grown, legal, adult!” Erick sloppily waves his hands in the air.

“Uh huh, we can see that.”

A couple minutes pass of the three of you standing there together, laughing and talking, until Erick stops mid conversation and gasps.

Listen to the song!” He instructs.

You and Chris both give each other a puzzled look as you try to listen over the crowd of drunk people.

“Que sordos… It’s El Guachineo!” He grabs your hand and starts to pull you out onto the dance floor, “Come on, let's dance!”

You swallow the last of your drink and the tequila pumps through your veins, making you feel bolder and confident. Perhaps it was the way Chris was looking at you or the one too many shots you took, you weren’t really sure, but you get the sudden urge to give in to Christopher’s temptations. Nervously biting your lip, you lean closer to him, and you’re sure going to regret this once you’re sober.

“Prove me wrong, and I’ll retract my statement.”

He could've not known what you meant, but the way his eyes widened made you think otherwise. You send him a flirtatious, yet sweet, smile before letting Erick drag you away.

There was never a dull moment when dancing with Erick. The way he flung his arms around everywhere and his facial expressions always had you laughing. Erick was a good dancer, no doubt about it, but he’s also a goofy guy, and that goofiness is multiplied by ten when he drinks.

Eventually the rest of the boys join you on the dance floor; everyone except Christopher. The longer you danced the longer you overthought the comment you previously made; anxiety begins builds up in your stomach. You try to push the thoughts away and instead focus on the boys in front of you, who were arguing over who was better at dancing bachata.

After what felt like an hour, you leave the group to look for Chris. You begin with where you last left him. Upon not finding him, you turn to the person most likely to have seen him last.

“Excuse me,” You smile at the barista, “have you, by any chance, seen a man with sloppy brown hair, tattoo sleeved arms, and looks like,,, a deer… kinda?”

“The Velez guy that was sitting with you over there?”

“Yes! That one.”

“He left not long after you and el otro muchacho went out to dance.” She gave you an apologetic smile.

The way your heart drops a little is unsettling, so you ignore the feeling and, instead, order one last shot of tequila before heading back to the hotel. You shoot the boys a quick text in the groupchat and head out of the club.

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I’m going back to the hotel, have fun :)

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Zabdi: Who’s taking you?

You’ve been drinking all night

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I called an uber I'm fine

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: I’m coming with you

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n

 I’m F I N E, enjoy your night

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: You’re drunk in a big city we don’t know, 

I'm not letting you go alone

                                                                                                To: Thicc boyz + y/n                                                            *not drunk & too late :P

Later, xoxo

You throw your head back on the Uber’s seat with a sigh and close your eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Long night?” The Uber guy asks.

You sigh with a small laugh  “In a way.” Even though it was only two in the morning; at this time people are still drinking non stop.

“Well, I hope whatever is troubling you now resolves itself soon. Remember, everything happens for a reason.”

It was a small but sweet gesture. Maybe your troubles were a bit dumb but he made your feelings validated. Let’s just say, you got back to the hotel safe and sound and with a new friend: Ricky the driver.

The elevator ride to the fourteenth floor was slow and you couldn’t wait to finally relax. You open the door of your room and smile in relief when you kick your heels off. You took a shower, put on your favorite silk pjs, threw a robe over it and flopped on the bed to watch The Lion King (for the hundredth time) with a bowl of grapes. You were in the middle of singing Hakuna Matata when your phone rings.

A notification from Chris pops up.

Christopher:

Did you make it back to the hotel safely? [2:50 am]

Y/N:

I did, thanks for asking [2:51 am]

Where did you go tonight? [2:53 am]

Christopher:

I, uh, had to take care of a little problem [2:54 am]

Y/N

Oh? [1:54 am]

Christopher:

That you caused… [2:54 am]

Y/N:

I’m even more confused  [2:55 am]

Christopher:

Did you mean what you said before? [2:57 am]

Y/N:

What do you mean [2:57 am]

Christopher:

About,,, you know [2:58 am]

Christopher:

Proving you wrong [2:58 am]

Y/N:

Oh, I didn’t not mean it [2:59 am]

Your heart thuds loudly as you anticipate his response

Christopher:

Y/N you’re Richard’s little sister… [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Damn. Bitches just want to be good kissers and end up getting exposed to their brother… I’m bitches :( [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Just say you don’t like me and GO [3:01 am]

Christopher:

I guess I could teach you a thing or two [3:02 am]

That has you sitting up abruptly. Eyes scanning the text over and over. You feel your heart in your throat and, why is it extremely hot all of a sudden? You push yourself off your bed and pace around the room, unsure of what to do or say next.

Your phone dings with another text and you scramble to read it.

Christopher:

Come to my room. [3:05 am]

A101 [3:05 am]

You debate it at first. Coming up with multiple “what if’s” and a long list of things that could go wrong. But at the end of the day you knew this was a one time thing, no strings attached, and a way to practice. So why not?

You’re knocking on room A101’s door sooner than you expected. You look down at your shorts and curse yourself for not wearing something less revealing. A couple seconds pass, enough for you to change your mind, so you turn to walk away.

“A donde vas?”

A voice too familiar says behind you. You slowly face him, heart beating out of your chest and hands a tad clammy.

“Strictly for instructional purposes only?” You raise one eyebrow.

“Nothing more.” He extends his hand and you stare at it for a second before grabbing it. His lips part into a smile and yours return it. Chris pulls you into the room, letting out a small laugh as you trip over your feet. He reaches a hand up to brush through your hair, stopping at your jaw and tracing his thumb all the way to your lips.Your laugh dies down as you see Christopher’s eyes flick to your lips, tongue coming across them in a slow, sultry, motion.

Deep down, you knew you were crossing a line which you couldn’t come back from. And you were worried. Lowkey truly worried. Because there was so much on that line: your friendship with Christopher (one of your best friends), Christopher’s relationship with your Richard (his band mate and best friend) and your relationship with your brother. But all those worries vanish when Chris leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then the corner of your lips.

“Step number one.”

[fountainpenguin]

Do you have any more information on the "Aspen incident" that's been mentioned in a few of your pixie fics? I'm kinda curious to find out what exactly happened but when I search the name Aspen on your blog nothing comes up

Ooh, Aspen’s fun. I worked it out and you technically have all the information you need to answer that question, but it’s all scattered across different pieces because you’re not supposed to know yet. We don’t get to Aspen’s plot for a long time.

I will not give the answer directly, but I will help you out by collecting some hints in this post. Aspen is someone who was associated with some pixies in an ambiguous pre-series time period. He is not alive yet in Origin or Knots, but we will see him towards the end (in both stories). Here are some things Sanderson mentioned about him in Prompt 14, “Minion”- 

1)

“I haven’t been forced from a gyne since the incident with Aspen.”

2)

“Our arrangement would only be temporary. But then again, so is my arrangement with the Head Pixie.”

As I stripped away my shirt, I tried to remember who had planted such treacherous thoughts in my head. Were they all mine, or were they what was left of Aspen’s influence, acting up now that I was here in the Pink Castle again, the very place where I had come to know him so well? It seemed like Aspen would have been in understandable favor of Longwood over any other figure…

Here is what Longwood had to say about him in Pink and Gray:

1)

“Dear dust,” he says, “I’m obsessed.”

“With yourself?”

“With children.”

Rosencrantz doesn’t know how to respond to this. Rosencrantz is pretty sure Longwood has confessed to something illegal.

“Not like that,” Longwood clarifies, always one step ahead of the younger pixie and gleaning his thoughts. With a thought and a twitch of the ballpoint pen he uses as a wand, he pings a small picture into his free hand. The frame is dented, the glass shattered long ago. It’s not even a real photograph–only a crayon drawing. A child’s crayon drawing. Longwood hunkers into the chair anyway, caressing the picture with his eyes while holding the shaking chocolate mug to his mouth. He says, “I’m obsessed with that–that shadowman you used to call a mentor.”

“Sanderson?” Rosencrantz presses him cautiously. […]

“I saved his life, Rosebud. You wouldn’t remember. It was long ago. Centuries before you were born, I traded the one I held most dear to save that snotlick’s life, and I pine after him even now. You didn’t know Aspen. But I did. I had the chance. I could have chosen to save what I wanted most. What does that make me feel?”

2)

At this, Longwood bends his head, his wings jolting every few beats. He sinks a little closer to the sidewalk. “H.P., I–You owe me for Aspen.”

“I owe you for what you chose to do to Aspen?”

Longwood looks away. It’s an insult. He shouldn’t have asked.

“Sir, it wasn’t a choice. I had to. It was his fate. If I'd–If I’d tried to protect Aspen, Sanderson would have died. And…”

This pause is tenser.

“And that’s your fault. Isn’t it, sir?”

[…]

Longwood’s fists grow tighter, not looser. He does not raise his head. “I let go of Aspen for you, H.P.”

“Pretend that Sanderson is Aspen, and start enjoying his company,” the Head Pixie says. Stepping off the sidewalk, he circles Longwood and continues on his way.

“Sir,” he says, whisking after his boss, “please.”

“What’s the issue? Sanderson and Aspen have a lot in common. They both enjoy cheese and crackers. They both play with their food.”

Now it’s insulting. “Sir–”

“They favor gingertie wands. They do enjoy their music.”

“Please–”

“And this one’s a gimme, but you know how fond they both are of water.”

“Stop it!”

Longwood isn’t aware that his own ipewood wand is out of its sheath until it’s pointed at the back of his boss’s head. H.P. slows. He turns, the metal star on the dangling tail of his hat ringing out in the silent night like a bell on a bobtail. He’s amused, not upset. When his eyes glint, they seem to cast a sheen across his glasses as a whole. Longwood suddenly realizes his mistake, and jerks his hand down.

“Sir, I–I didn’t mean to–” He grabs for his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Ní larki… Please don’t make jokes about water at Aspen’s expense, sir. He gets night terrors. Calming him down is embarrassing. And if Sanderson ever knew Aspen was still…”

3)

“I liked your singing,” Betty told him. “You sing very well.”

Longwood glanced over at her, pulling Kenny’s blankets up to his shoulder. “Thank you for your response. I wasn’t sure I would. It’s been centuries since I’ve sung to a child.” He picked a large plush shark up from the nightstand and tucked it under Kenny’s arm. Kenny snuggled up to it and instantly went right back to sleep.

“Do you have kids?” She hoped he’d say yes. She hadn’t seen any pixie kids yet. True, Sanderson said she and Gary couldn’t live in Pixie World forever or else they’d run out of air to breathe, but Betty hoped they’d visit enough that she could make friends with some pixie kids. Did her Earth friends think she was dead? H.P. had made it sound like they did, or would soon enough. She couldn’t go back to Kansas. No more friends. No more family. No more horses. No more softball. No more school. Betty was trying not to think about that.

“I… had a kid, yes,” Longwood said. “He’s gone.”

“Where does he live now?”

Longwood looked at her more seriously. “I mean, he’s gone. He isn’t ever coming back.”

“Oh. That kind of gone.” Betty looked again at the shark he’d given Kenny. “So is that a dead person’s toy?”

“Aspen’s not dead,” Longwood snapped, and Betty jumped at the shoulders. He inhaled through his teeth. “My apologies for startling you, but I always have to express my disagreement when people state that. Aspen isn’t entirely dead. He’s still in there. I can recognize tells of it sometimes. He’s just… not as alive as he could be.” He scratched his wrist, long nails scraping his skin. “I’m sorry. Aspen was my baby. I know it was highly unprofessional of me, but I grew attached to him.”

Kenny stirred in the bed, but didn’t get up. “I’d be so sad if anything happened to Kenny,” Betty murmured. “I’m sorry. Did someone kidnap Aspen? Or did he run away?”

“No. No, he didn’t run!” Longwood’s throat briefly strangled his voice. “He was so trusting. Sanderson cornered him, and he didn’t even–think–when I saw–No.” He shook his head. “No. You would need a full lesson in Fairykind anatomy to understand exactly what happened, Ms. Betty. It’s black magic stuff. I’m sorry. Anything involving Aspen is very difficult for me to discuss, and I would prefer not to breach the subject with a child I just met, you realize.”

(Note - Black magic is performed by doctors. It’s surgery magic.)

That’s all you “officially” know right now, but you’re about to get some really juicy stuff in Origin.

Solve For Aspen

More hints about Aspen’s identity and what’s coming in Origin of the Pixies:

- Technically you’ve already met “Aspen,” but he does not use this name in public. You’ve seen him in a lot of Prompts and some other stories, but not yet in Origin or Knots.

- The life-giving organ in Fae is called the core. It is left behind when a Fae dies (Think about Anti-Cosmo finding Fairy cores on the road in “Tangled Threads”). A firstborn’s core is different from the core of a second-born (It has extra layers of magic around it). Pixies are infected with the bacteria Wolbachia pipientis, meaning they are genetically identical; Sanderson, being H.P.’s firstborn, has a firstborn core.

- Cores take on shapes specific to the individual (For instance, H.P.’s is a laser cannon, Wanda’s is a radar, and Sanderson’s is a pencil sharpener).

- Longwood was born in the Year of Leaves on the Fae zodiac. Aspen was not. So why is Aspen named after a tree?

- Think about what Finley has around his neck. We see him wearing it as an adult in “All I Ever Wanted” but not as a kid in “Evolution Hopeful” or “This Is a Box.” What could it be and why would he start wearing this thing at that age? Why Finley? What’s different about his life compared to all the other pixies?

- Sanderson and Longwood got in an argument during the “Grooming” Prompt. What exact words does Sanderson use in this scene? Why do they affect Longwood so strongly and why does Sanderson feel guilty?

- Where was Sanderson in “Minion” when he started thinking about Aspen? What unique qualities do we know this location has?

- Think about some settings we’ve visited in Origin of the Pixies that explicitly have special qualities. I foreshadowed a location in Chapter 3 (“Love Struck Out”). It comes up again later. Why did H.P. go out of his way to visit in that later chapter and what did he want to do? Why did I think it was important enough to foreshadow?

HINT: It’s near the beginning because it’s also near the end

- Try to remember if there’s a Prompt that struck you as really, really odd… Something that described special location qualities.

- In that Prompt, there were four people who could sense something. One of them showed up late and did not volunteer the same information as the other three. Who was it and what can we not confirm because they stayed silent? What could be happening off-screen during that odd Prompt?

- Sanderson flinched when the Fairy Elder went to touch him in “Minion.” Look at that encounter and focus on what he’s saying. What does he look at and what do you know about that thing?

HINT: Cross-reference with what Anti-Cosmo says about the Fairy Elder in the Frayed Knots chapter “If She Hollers.” Take his words literally.

- Knowing what you know about Pixies and the Fairy Elder, what would you guess triggered the plot in the “really, really odd” Prompt mentioned above?

HINT: Sanderson uses a certain phrase in “Grooming” that also appears in the odd Prompt. What does he describe with that phrase?

- Just before H.P. and Sanderson meet the Fairy Elder in “Minion,” H.P. names a specific location. What is this location and why would I want you, the reader, to know that it’s there?

HINT: Who can get to it?

HINT 2: Don’t overthink it. What is this place literally called?

HINT 3: In several ‘fics, we see special magic keys. Where do you think such keys go and what is the significance of having keys made of different materials?

HINT 4: Why do Fairies not have “perfect memories?” Why do Anti-Fairies supposedly have perfect memories? Why would Fairies not want Anti-Fairies to know about and use these keys?

HINT 5: We will see keys in the 130 Prompt “Repeat.” What material are these keys and where do they come from?

- We now have a person, two places, and some items (and technically a time). How might this information change the way you read Origin?

- Longwood says only one thing in the Origin chapter “Snowflake.” What does he say? Why was Longwood mentioned in the previous chapter (“How to Yoo-Doo”)? Why do these details conflict? What conclusions can be drawn?

- In Origin’s Act 2 finale, “Fruitful Fruition,” H.P. and Sanderson have a conversation where H.P. makes verbatim reference to a quote in a Season 4 episode. What is the context of his talk with Sanderson? What can I do in a backstory ‘fic that sets us up for that episode?

HINT: It’s not a Pixie episode

HINT 2: The quote is VERY specific to that episode and the episode specifically draws attention to it

HINT 3: There is a detail about Sanderson that is easy to forget, so I brought it up earlier in this post. I specifically designed this part of Sanderson in reference to that episode

HINT 4: What was the context of the original quote in the episode? Above all else, the full quote and the context behind it is what Origin of the Pixies is about.

- Four books were recently stolen from the Pink Castle library. Judging by their titles, what information would you guess is in them? (The titles were named in “The Facts of Life” and “What Karma Is”)

- Why could no one solve the crime?

- Take your new information and read “Grooming” again. What does Longwood do at night? Does this remind you of another thing that happens at night? 

HINT: Something referenced in this post

If you can answer all of the above, you should know who took the books, why they took them, what Longwood’s relationship to Aspen is, why Aspen is gone, and why Longwood believes Aspen is alive. Review the quoted text in the first half of this post and maybe you’ll realize why Longwood’s relationship with Sanderson is so complex.

That’s Aspen.

You can send asks here on Tumblr or PM me on FFN/AO3 if you want to share your thoughts, which I’m happy to talk to you about… or you can quietly watch it unfold. Up to you!

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Nine<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Loki flies with Eva

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

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Credit to artist

Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

"There's been a breach at the RAFT." Nick started "we need to get boots on the ground, we haven't gotten much info except a distress call. Because of the people that are held there we need you to go in for recon. At this time we are only looking for recon. No one..." he looked at Tony and Loki "is to engage. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" they all responded.

"We need to go in as undetected as possible that's why I need people who can fly as well as magic users. Now get back in that room and pair up, I want flyers matched with non flyers so you can get in under the radar"

Walking back in they found that almost everyone had paired up. Tony grabbed Wanda and Thor reluctantly looked between Stephen and Loki and moved to stand next to Stephen. Eva looked at Loki "guess that leaves the shortest person with the giant...Thanks guys!"

"We can make this work.. it would have been the same if you had Stephen? Right?"

"Yeah I guess so..."

Eva sat to figuring out how to compensate for the added weight. She talked with Tony on the jet and he promised to keep track of her speed and help her.

"All right everyone ready? We're approaching the target. Remember when you hit the water the magic users will need to help both of you breathe under water., Loki can you create a shield to keep water from flooding in the hatch once it’s opened?" Coached Fury.

“Yes, I’ll take care of that.”

"You ready Loka? Also keep in mind you have never been with me while I'm flying for a long distance, but it should go without saying that I am in charge in the air. Also look at me real quick I forgot to show you this." Looking into her eyes as she blinked bringing down a clear third eyelid "these keep the wind out of my eyes. But they're kinda creepy if you have never seen them. We good?"

"Yeah, you are truly a marvel of evolution." He said kissing her as they got up

"Hey Loki guess what? You get to fall out of a plane with me!" She laughed. He only groaned in response rolling his eyes. "Come here my sweet." She said in the creepiest voice she could muster. Taking his hand she walked them to the edge of the ramp. Looking up at him she smiled "so you trust me, husband?" She quietly asked him

"With my life, my beautiful, brave wife." He purred back.

"Good, while we are free falling keep a tight hold on me and don’t fidget. When I put my wings out I'll hold onto you also, as we get yanked back."

With his arms around her neck she smiled at him waved at everyone and stepped off into mid air.

"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh Fuck.. Princess, some warning please next time" He screamed

"I think I like this, I'm in charge for once!" She laughed. "By the way, you know we have coms on and EVERYONE just heard you freak out!"

They were immediately enveloped in laughter from the coms. She pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, Tony's voice in her head said "hey you're too fast slow up some."

"Tony why don't...." Loki started

"Thanks Tone ..." Eva interrupted and threw out part of her wings to slow down their decent.

"Sorry forgot we were free falling through the air for a minute there." Loki said.

"How fast are we going? Or do I not want to ask that..."

"Horizontal or vertical?" Asked Tony "just kidding she's about 200/mph which is ok because you're a god and she's a dragon."

"Tony, contrary to popular belief Thor and I are NOT immortal! But I could get used to this."

'Really?' Eva whispered through their bond?

'Yes Princess, you are so stoic and regal right now, you make it look effortless, and it's nice to be held by you.'

"Eva, you probably want to stop your free fall now, with the extra weight you may not have enough time later."

"Thanks Tone..but did you just call my husband fat?" They all laughed, kissing Loki's forehead 'Love I need you to hold onto me tight I'll hold you too, we're about to jerk back when I unfurl my wings fully.' She wrapped her arms around him she felt him tighten his grip as she unleashed her wings and they shot up about 100 feet. 'My Prince are you ok?'

'Yes Princess, knowing what was happening, allowed me to relax to enjoy what you truly love. I can see how much you love this. I love you.'

'I do love this, but you with me that brings my happiness that much higher. I love you more Lokabrenna. We're getting close to the water you figure out how to keep us alive under water?'

'Yes'

"Loki I need to to prepare for us to submerge."

"Got us covered" they were surrounded by a greenish glowing bubble as they entered the water gently sinking below the surface. He reluctantly let go of her and held her hand.

"Tony where are you guys?"

"Right behind you, or should I say above you"

Tony started to work on the access panel. He hummed AC/DC as he worked "open sesame! After you, he gestured to the others to start filing in, Eva and Loki went just before Tony. As they enter into the storage room Loki’s spell holding the water also dried them. Everyone prepared for the mission, Eva fully transformed except for her feet and Loki and Stephen worked on protection charms for everyone. Wanda created a cloaking agent so they could scout unnoticed.  Walking into the main cell area there were just a few still in their cells.  "Crap, most of them are out, Fury's not getting his wish there will be engagement!" Mumbled Tony.  "Break into smaller groups and find the escapees." Tony ordered. “Wanda they know we’re here kill the cloaking”

Bucky, Sam, Eva and Loki went off in one direction. As the hall emptied out into a large room they saw Baron Zemo. Bucky and Sam took off after him.

The com screamed to life Stephen calling "Loki, shit, need your help...Mephisto..."

"On my way. Wait Eva you going to be ok?"

"Go help them I remember the last time you fought him... they're going to need you. Thor can you meet me?"

"I'll be there in a flash!" Thor responded

"Loki go! They need you and Thor will be here in a few."

"Ok, I'll see you when I'm done, I love you and am always with you my Love"

"Get! Love you more!"

Loki ran out as Thor flew in to her side. Thor walked with her as they looked for others hiding.