#don't mind me just crossposting all my AO3 stuff to here

[blackwidownat2814]

Steal My Thunder (T.Owens)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x female reader, Tyler Owens x shy!reader, Tyler Owens x insecure!reader

Word Count: 462

A/N: Welcome to my first Tyler Owens fic! I was throwing fic ideas around before I even saw the movie. I watched several interviews and other stuff on YouTube and took notes even. Then after seeing it the third time, I started working on this story. I don't anticipate this being a real long story, but I also will be a little slow to update because of work or writer's block or working on a crochet project I really need to finish. What I'm really saying is please be patient with me. Secondly, like in my other works, I'd planned to make this with a plus size!reader in mind, but I decided to go with insecure because I want to try and be a little more inclusive. Also, unless otherwise stated, my readers are always female readers. Lastly, I'm already working on Chapter 1, so keep an eye out for that. However, if you really like this, please let me know and I can tag you in future updates. And as always, I will be crossposting this to AO3. If you see this story anywhere besides AO3 or Tumblr, it's stolen Kthxbye! PS: Thanks to KJ & Jordyn for their help in beta-ing and title/chapter ideas! Love y'all!

Prologue

You were a Lead Meteorologist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.  You should not be handling school age tour groups.  You were just about DONE with being treated like a secretary.  The rest of them thought that just because Kate was gone that they could go back to treating you like they did before her.

You were quiet, shy, and someone whose love language was acts of service, so you loved to help people out.  The problem was that your co-workers abused that part of you.  They asked to lead the school groups, bring everyone coffee, put together packets for meetings, etc.  Complete nonsense…and you were done.

It was then, as you mentally typed up your resignation, that you received a serendipitous call from Kate herself.

“I believe the sayin’ is ‘No man left behind’.”

“You’re not an US Army Ranger, B.”

“Yeah, well…”  You trailed off, not wanting to burden your friend with your issues.  Kate always told you that it was okay to talk to her when you needed someone, but you were stubborn.  You were very much of the ‘friends aren’t therapists’ mindset.

“Talk to me B.”

“I’m happy for you, ya know?  You’re back to doing’ something I know you loved.  I can see it in your eyes with each video or stream I watch.”

“Okay, keep your secrets…and thank you.  I am happy.”

“So…what can I do for ya?  Why are you botherin’ me on my lunch hour?”

“Damn!  Sorry about that B.”

“You know I don’t actually care.  Tell me what’s up.”

“I’m callin’ with a job off-”

“I’ll take it.”

“Woah, I haven’t even said what it-”

“I don’t care.  Ever since you left, and because I’m a huge push over, everyone’s been walking all over me.  You know I had to do three tours today?”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“I know Kate.  Just…what’s the job anyway?”  Your friend was silent for a moment, before you heard her exhale.

“It’s storm data analysis really.”

“Elaborate.”

“We’re trying to really get down to the nitty gritty with the data from the EF-5 we got to dissipate last season and see where to improve, how to catalog it in our info database, etc.”

“I’m in”, you said.  “Y’all won’t treat me like some secretary, I’ll be close to home again, and I’ll get to spend all my time with you.”

“We most definitely will not treat you like some secretary.  We’re equal opportunity storm chasers out here.”

You tossed your empty sandwich bag into the trash and pulled up Word to start drafting your resignation letter.

“Say, what are the benefits as a Tornado Wrangler?”  Before Kate could reply, you heard Boonie baby! Woo! in the background.

With that enthusiasm, what could possibly go wrong?

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Tagging: @buckysdollforlife @13braincellsonly

[just-another-author-i-guess]

NEW!!!!! Masterlist Nov. 2024

A/N: I'm not really sure if this counts as a return lol, but I've grown a lot as a person and I think my writing-style and interest are v different now,,, so here's a new and updated (I'm not 14 anymore and I don't really like the same things I did when I started) masterlist (:

Important info (read pls before requesting): Since I'm over 18 y/o (I just turned 20, yay) I no longer accept any requests for minor characters or aged up versions of minors or anything like that. I'd feel really uncomfortable writing for them now, compared to when I started this blog lol. I also don't write mlm smut, not bc I want to be mean or less inclusive or anything, but bc I'm literally a bisexual woman and I feel like it's not really my place to write that kind of stuff (bro idk how to, I also fear I wouldn't portray it well at all bc obviously I haven't been in any situations like that),,, tho that does not mean I won't write mlm sfw!!! I'd be more than happy to (:

When I write I can only really do so with my own experiences in mind, so my nsfw stuff will mainly be fem!POV or gn, bc that's what I'm comfortable with... tho with that said, feel free to msg me or ask a question in the 'requests' if any of this seems confusing or unclear!

REQUEST HERE! <3

Judd Birch (big mouth) - judd birch x gn!reader - reader’s first time w/ judd - judd birch relationshp hc’s - judd birch x alt! reader - the one where Judd gives dating advice - four (4) reason’s judd has ‘keep out’ signs on his door (mr. birch is a menace) - just judd things (headcannons pt.2) - judd smut drabble - a heart to heart about Jessi’s sister’s boyfriend - going to school with Judd - judd smut in Y/n’s car - high judd headcannons

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- vincenzo ‘vinny’ santorini (atlantis)

vinny relationship headcannons

... more coming soon!

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NEW ADDS! Spooky Diaz (on my block) a/n: I just finished watching it pls I'm so in love w Oscar.

(RE) Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg x gn!reader hcs :D

Heisenberg x fem!reader, posted on ao3 but I need to edit a few things 'fore posting it here,,,

(RDR2, the gang, Flaco?) Flaco x pregnant!fem!reader... bc I'm down bad ): (coming soon, finished I just need to post it lol) Teaching reader poker x the guys: Arthur, John, Javier, Charles... (coming soon)

MORE COMING AT SOME POINT! But I have a looottt of requests to finish, I've been afk for like almost 3 years or something but I really appreciate the nice msgs I got (:

*here's a link to my ao3, since I've posted some les mis stuff and other things on there that I'm not sure you ppl on here would like... but lemme know if u want me to crosspost it on here <3 justanotherauthorig

[insecateur]

hello new followers informative post

this is my informative about post of sorts, always subject to change but i'll probably have changed it by the time i reblog it again anyway so don't worry about it it's fine.

who am i: i'm samifer but you can call me sam. i'm over 30 and french. i post art and fic and i care too much about lysandre from pokémon xy

what goes on here: shenanigans. mostly i post (ship) art, links to my (ship) fic, and whatever goes on through my head. a lot of what goes on through my head is not worksafe so if you're under 16 (at the very most) or you don't want to risk seeing kinky stuff semi-regularly you should probably not follow this account. i flag my art as needed but i typically don't flag my posts because i just don't feel like it. so if you don't want the word "cock" or talk of obliterating a fictional character's balls on your dashboard, well. bye i guess

i am french so sometimes i post in french or reblog things that have to do with france or french people or being multilingual, all of that

i don't have a dni/dnf or anything of the sorts i just don't really care. if you annoy me i'll block you and it's no skin off my nose as they say. just please don't tag my art as kin or with self-shipping stuff. i don't mind it in general i just don't want it associated with my art (especially of lysandre but i'd rather not at all honestly)

my art tag is #samart, my fic tag is #samfic, my tag for posts that remind me of lysandre is #blorbo, i tag my sycamore/lysandre art #perfectworldshipping and my sycamore/lysandre reblogs #prfr.

links and other places to find me at: i no longer crosspost my art on twitter but have started doing it on bluesky. some of it i post on pixiv. i post my fic on ao3 and dreamwidth. if you want more links and info you can check out my rentry. finally, if you have questions or if you just want to tell me about whatever, feel free to send me an ask. thank you!

[anzynai]

Hii it's the anon who sent the ask Abt looking other places for fanfic so I found this longfic called Ocean Mist on Wattpad and there's specifically a chapter called "Ticklish", Yuu finds out Azul is ticklish in that one and it's sooo cute(tbh I just loved the whole fic so much flustered Azul <3)

Additionally, on AO3, you may or may not have found these already because they're not tagged but they're tkl fics

Tickle Attack (You notice the octatrio isn't feeling well, cheer-up tickles ensue)

Tsuisorando Shotsu (I'm not sure if I spelled the name right, but there are quite a few tkl fic chapters in there, I think it's best to just select "read entire work" and command-f "tickl" bc that's what I did to avoid anything potentially explicit) But just in case you don't want to come across anything like that, there's the chapter 'Our Lovable Octopus' which might have had one vague explicit implication but I don't think there was anything major and the tickling was wholly sfw

A Fine Line Between - I just liked this fic in general the M isn't for any sexual content, and there's a tkl scene (if you wanna skip to just that part, I'd recommend just clicking read entire work and command-f 'tickl')

Also, I'm not sure if you already know this (probably do, but just in case) there's some fics w/Azul that were made in 2023)

On Wattpad, NGL I just looked up 'twst tickl' and sifted through the stuff I got so sorry that I couldn't rec much stuff, also I saw this one that was a transcript of tkl audios but there was an explicit chapter in there meaning this was probably a kink for them so I clicked out)

Ffn's mostly AO3 cross posting so there isn't anything there you wouldn't find on AO3 (I'm saying this to myself because I was about to check only to realize that everything there's on AO3, sorry)

Tbh I mostly looked for every single fic I could find on AO3 and then ended up also finding sfw tkl scenes in the process (I also command F'd a bunch of longfics) so I can mostly just say specific scenes from certain fics sryyy

Anyways, I hope at least one of these is new to you <3

hello anon! thank you sooo much for these, i already read the first one just now and it was so cute omg and also i thought i was the only one who would search for tickle content by using “tickl” cuz it can be ticklish, tickling, tickle, and litwrally just all that LOL anyways these are very appreciated and if u ever find any more, please dont hesitate to send them my way hehe

im going to link some of the ones from ao3 under the cut

so tickle attack which is by missyliz - which i haven’t read yet! it seems really cute tho!

and uhh i couldnt actyally find the next fic tbh😭😭 i searched high and low but maybe im missing something?? could u possibly provide an author?

a fine line between by kyuubiluver342 - i actually havent reqd this one either but i did skim over it so for others, the scene is near the end of chapter 2 and from what i’ve seen, it’s comfort tickles

and yeah, ffn is something i noticed did have lots of crossposting, but i never really minded because i dont really know how to work the website anyway LOL

also since you shared some, ill share one that i found also!

so the first one is giggles by psycheprincess — this one isnt tickle centric but it does have a small scene

and here’s a SNIPPET of a scene in this azujami one-shot — that is this is me by dizplixity but the wcene is very short so i have a photo below

and im assuming u have read the fics under the tickling tag, but there’s some really cute ones there too! if not, i don’t mind sharing them:)

again, thanks for these recommendations and i really didnt expect them to be centered around the octatrio so it was a nice surprise hehe <33

[emeowwww-blog]

i dont have a following here lol, just on ao3, but if you have somehow stalked me enough to find my tumblr, then heres some little answers to common questions.

IM SORRY I FORGOT WHO I GOT THIS FROM :/

How many works do you have on Ao3? 15

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? God i dont know, im too lazy to count. By rounding up and down on works I have 203K

3. What are you top fics by kudos? Thats a really fantastic question /j Probably my Fyodor / Nikolai BSD fic that I have crossposted here, or a Simeon / MC Obey Me! fic called "Lament."

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I ALWAYS DO OMFG I LOVE COMMENTS GIVE ME MORE <33

5. What's the fic you've written with the angtiest ending? I don't really write angst because it makes me cryyyy but I have one angst fic I wrote for a friend that was a SSKK fic, it had a kinda happy ending but everybody except the main pair died. It's called "The Pear Blossoms are Always Sweeter in Winter".

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Like- all of them? If I had to pick one it would be a Rui / Tsukasa fic called "From Heart to Soul and Back Again"

7. Do you write crossovers? Yes, not often though. Most of mine are unposted.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? No, not yet. All of my stuff has "Don't like don't read" in the notes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. I usually write queer fics in general because I myself am a queer transmasc guy. because of this I think I write MxM smut the most often, follwed by FxF and then MxF.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah. And that stolen fic has more kudos than mine 😭

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? I translate my own usually, but I have a friend who enjoys translating my fics into Lithuanian for their friends. I usually help them because my Lithuanian is so-so.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Only once, and it was posted to Wattpad. I'm not sure if anybody could find it, but it was called "Collab Fic: 3 Minds, 2 Hearts.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship? Don't ever ask me that /j It changes so often I literally can't pick. I think currently it's Akito / Touya? It's the ship I'm currently writing for anyways.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? An original work that's well over 500K words but I'm too lazy to send it to a publisher.

15. What are your writing strengths? ... I write smut well according to my friends.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing straight fanfic.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I do that a lot. I get some anger because I forget that not everyone can understand it-

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? This is embarrassing but the Dream SMP!!! 😭

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I haven't written for Minori / Haruka yet, but I have a WIP that I just started...

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Jesus I hate to say this but a fanfic I wrote for my highschool Japanese textbook-

[duhragonball]

State of the Damn Wienerfic

I just finished crossposting Luffa #219-224 to AO3, so that officially completes the publication of the big fight with Goku that I've been building up to for so many years.

It feels a bit anticlimactic, but I keep reminding myself that this is because the actual climax was when I was writing that part of the story last November. I took a break before posting specifically to get some distance from the work, so of course I'm going to feel a little detached from it. So for me, this all feels like old news, because it is.

I still feel a tremendous sense of relief, because I've always held this weird anxiety that I might unexpectedly die before getting to this point, and no one would get to see what I consider to be the payoff to the entire work. I guess that's why I waited so long to actually commit to writing the fic in the first place. For a while, an unstarted longfic seemed better than an unfinished longfic. Then I got older and started asking myself what I really wanted to do with the time I've got. Now that I'm here, I feel pretty good about my investment.

The fic still isn't done, though. This is just the most important part. If I leave it unfinished now, I'd still be satisfied because at least I got it to this point. For a time, this was as far as I planned to go, and I figured I'd start wrapping things up and close it out soon after. But I had some other ideas and I decided to continue. So that's where we're at now.

But I don't really have a clear plan for how to proceed. I've been in that predicament before, so it's not too big a deal. It's just weird to finally be at this phase of the project.

For example, one dilemma I'm running into is that I can't figure out what to do with the Time Patrol that I haven't already covered in the past 83 chapters. Before, I was looking forward to getting past the Demigra stuff and getting into more day-to-day operations, but now that I'm here I'm struggling to work out what the routine business of the Time Patrol even is. The implication is that there's time shenanigans happening all the time, but that suggests loads of anomalies and time travelers, and that seems a bit unrealistic. Villains like Towa and Demigra can be duplicated, but they're both presented as fairly exceptional. I don't think I can just coast along with another "demon god" harvesting energy from time mischief. Although, maybe I shouldn't reject it out of hand...

One conceit I came up with to explain the Time Patrol is that the timeline becomes more and more complex as time progresses. So when Chronoa became the Supreme Kai of Time 75 million years ago, she could handle the job all by herself. Then she brought in help, and now she's got a small army of warriors operating out of a whole city. So maybe this is just an exceptional era, where lots of anomalies and time villains are rising up. I suppose I shouldn't fight it. It just seemed a lot simpler when I was dealing with outer space, and the next big threat could just be a new alien.

The next chapter is 225, so I think I need to consider the very real possibility that I reach 300. I'm not aiming for that, but based on past performance and what I have in mind, I think it's very likely that I get there, or even pass it. So I think I'll just concentrate on figuring out these next 76 chapters, and see where it leads.

[legobiwan]

I don't know what possessed me to write this, but apparently the muse was in an interesting mood. (That's a partial lie. I know exactly where this came from. I know exactly when this came from, ie, my morning commute).

Anyway...this is, uuuuhhh...kinda dark, even for me. And weird. And a little exposition-y. And...yeah. Anyway, caveat lector and all that jazz. (No obvious TWs, but this isn't a happy tale). King Boo is apparently just as deranged as Dimentio when it comes to Luigi, but in a very different way. Why does everyone want to play creepy mind games with our green hero? Poor Luigi.

(I'll probably crosspost this to Ao3 sometime over the weekend, considering it just completely took over my day off today when I probably should have been doing other things. Need to think of a title. Ay.)

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E. Gadd hovers above his brother, the eerie green light of his strange headpiece wavering in uneven rhythm over Mario’s still form. With a sigh, he flicks a switch, sitting back in his chair as the lab's overhead lights slowly revert to their usual yellowish, too-bright hue. When he turns to face Luigi, his expression is grim.

“This is beyond my science, dear boy. Yes, I can diagnose the problem, make an educated hypothesis as to who is the culprit. What I cannot do is explain to you exactly how he got this way. Or how to bring him back. Not without more information.”

Luigi runs a hand over his face, massaging his eyes.

“I told you everything I know, Professor. It was a cat-like…thing. Ghost. But not a ghost.” He had seen enough ghosts in his lifetime to be certain of that much. “I don’t know. But it was definitely trying to…” Luigi shudders, his voice falling to a whisper. “Trying to feed on my brother.”

E. Gadd waves an impatient hand, plugging the boxy, apple-red device he had been using on Mario into the large array of computer towers stacked haphazardly in the corner of the lab. “Yes, yes, yes. You mentioned that. Nasty stuff. But taking that and my readings into account, I am relatively certain what we are dealing with here is a Glawackus.”

“A Glaw-what?”

With a flourish, E. Gadd hits a set of button on the console keyboard, monitors humming to life with a static zing. 

A pair of dull, fuschia eyes stare back at Luigi from the center monitor, irises clouded by wisps of bile-colored fog. Two gigantic sets of horns protrude from the creature’s oblong head, one pair a set of dangerous, curved daggers, the other a duet of corkscrewed, tortured obsidian. Pincers serve as the hell gates to a many-toothed mouth which drips with an indigo luminescence, taloned claws adorning each of the six paw-like hands. Along the creature’s furred chest runs a series of miniature, fanged jaws, hung open at varying widths, little thread-like tongues curling from empty, black orifices.

Luigi shivers. The temperature of the lab feels like it's dropped ten degrees.

Aside from the creature’s name, there is scant information displayed on E. Gadd’s data monitor. It’s classified as a Class Five specter, origins unknown - meaning the Glawackus is more rumor than fact, the grotesque, illustrated mock-up an amalgamation of mythology and oral tradition. According to the information box, the Glawackus is blind, using extra-sensitive sonar to stalk its prey, feeding on memory and what’s termed as “other life-supporting functions,” which in Luigi’s unfortunate experience could be anything from ripping out organs to sucking away one’s life force cell by cell. To his surprise, there’s a scribbled, handwritten entry under “Known Associates" in dark digital pen. Luigi squints, peering at the messy scrawl. He can just about make out the letters - 

“Um, Professor?” Luigi breaks the meditative, soporific drone of the multiple electronics, his voice strained. “These…Glawackus. They’re allied with…the Boos?”

E. Gadd’s features fall flat. “In a way.”

“Professor…”

“It’s not science,” E. Gadd laments. “But there is some documented evidence of a bloodied courtship between two royals of the Boos and the Glawackus. That the blind Glawackus traded his sensory perception for sight, that the image of the Boo Prince was so hideous in contrast to his beautiful, tremulous voice that the Glawackus turned his ravenous hunger upon himself on their nuptial bed.”

"According to the histories that were found, this set off a short-lived war between the two, although no victor was ever declared and the Glawackus disappeared from modern records shortly thereafter."

Luigi tenses. That...wasn't a nice story. To be honest, most of the Professor's stories tended to end badly.

“Okay…" he hesitates, uncertain as to where this is all going. Almost certainly nowhere good. "But what does this have to do with…” Luigi nods his head in the direction of his prone, ashen brother. 

E. Gadd’s lips form a thin line. “More information. The Boos are the only species with documented - albeit dubious - contact with the Glawackus. There’s too much guesswork, not enough data here to help your brother - or help the Mushroom Kingdom defend itself. Yes, given time, there’s no doubt I would be able to crack the mystery of the Glawackus, but Mario would be long dead by then.” The professor pauses, pushing his round glasses up his nose. “Although, from a scientific point of view, the body would be a treasure trove of - “

“But this - “ Luigi jabs at the monitor, voice rising above the Professor's. “This information says they feed on memories! That shouldn’t - why is my brother almost dead?”

“How long would you last if you forgot you had to eat to survive? If the danger inherent in a sharpened blade or fanged viper slipped your mind? The appetites of the Glawackus do not tend towards the mundane - family, camaraderie, brotherhood - but rather those that anchor us to existence.” 

Cold dread settles in Luigi’s gut. “They feed on instinct?”

“I suppose it could be put that way.”

“And the…” The word is lodged tight in Luigi’s throat. “The Boos," he finally manages with a rasp. "They could fix this?”

E. Gadd shakes his head. “I don’t know, my dear boy. But if there were any place to start, it would be with them.”

Luigi squeaks out a nervous chuckle. “This is…is common knowledge amongst them, right? I mean, I could go to Gusty Gulch and ask anyone there…”

“Oh, Luigi.” E. Gadd hops off his chair, putting a hand on Luigi's shoulder. “You of all people know it’s never as simple as that.” 

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He gets the reception he’s expecting. 

He’s still alive. That has to count for something. Bleeding and slightly broken, but no injury inflicted upon him would do any serious, lasting damage.

No - he would be the one to dole out that particular revenge. 

Luigi clenches his gut as he’s marched through the winding, damp cavern. A faint patina of greenish mist hovers by the walls, Luigi just making out the etchings of Boos carved into stone, piles of furs and coin forming odd, expensive lumps along the gravelly pathway.

His hands are bound tightly behind his back, clothing rumpled from the very thorough search the guards made on him. Slimy ectoplasm trickles down his legs and arms, the two Koopa mercenaries - deserters from Bowser’s kingdom lured by the promise of riches and a greater freedom than the ironclad loyalty demanded in the Darklands - gripping him tightly by the upper bicep as they make their way deeper into the gloomy cave system.

This was a terrible idea. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think E. Gadd was working in secret for the Boos in formulating this mad plan, in pushing Luigi into the eager hands of a mortal enemy. But no, the quirky scientist probably expected Luigi to come scampering out of this with his skin still attached to his body, just like he had every other encounter with his ghostly nemeses.

Of course, those times, he had the Poltergust with him. 

A pinpoint of sickly orange light rises in the distance, illuminating the end of the dark, narrow cavern. As they approach, Luigi can see the rocky walls open up into something resembling a stone amphitheater, ragged shelves of flint leading downwards to a wide rotunda. At the center stands a large throne robed in the deepest violet velvet, fur draped from a gilded, double-pointed back. On either side, more mounds of coins and jewels are piled in messy stacks, a rainbow of precious gemstones glittering in the dusky light. It doesn’t escape Luigi’s attention that there’s a set of portrait frames leaning against the edge of a nearby table. 

He swallows, hard.

There's an infinitesimal shift in the air, the smell of ozone and decay emanating in shallow waves from the empty throne. Two beady eyes materialize in mid-air, locking onto Luigi’s own, malice beaming from tight, violet irises. The remainder of the ghoulish figure emerges soon after, fog-like, filling in a round outline and the angular cuts of a jeweled crown. 

“You,” King Boo hisses.

Luigi’s eyes go wide, the heavy weight of ice-cold fear plummeting into his gut. He chomps down on his tongue, hard, terrified of voicing even a single consonant.

“Three times,” King Boo growls. “Three times you have invaded my home, run roughshod over my property, stolen countless amounts of gold and jewels, and imprisoned me and my kind in your scientist’s torture chamber. You have run. You have screamed. You have brandished that little vacuum of yours as an armored knight would his silver sword. Three times, you crawled away unscathed from our vengeance, the little cockroach skittering back to his cave to live to see another sunrise.”

“And now, the coward comes here, offering himself up on a silver platter, throat bared, rich for the taking.” Ectoplasm drips from King Boo’s outstretched tongue, splattering on the toes of Luigi’s battered boots. “You carry no weapon, bring no partner or aid, allow yourself to be searched and bound, to be subject to my imperial whim!”

King Boo narrows his eyes. “I would think it suicide, if I didn’t know you better. The cockroach does not seek to die, will abase himself in all manners to avoid his predetermined end. And you, my little cockroach - “

He gestures at the stack of empty frames looming in the corner.

“Do you not fear this everlasting anguish which is your ultimate destiny? Would you not prefer the finality of death?”

“Honestly,” Luigi’s voice cracks, his words trembling. “I kind of thought you would have done it the moment I walked in the front door.”

King Boo chuckles, deep and hearty. And then with a rubbery snap, his tongue flies from his mouth, slimy end tipping up Luigi’s chin with a satisfied hum.

“Your fear…is a familiar bouquet. One ripe with sour, earthen dread, hints of rancid panic intertwined with bubbly abhorrence, all tied together by a broken backbone of robust horror. Oh, what a delicacy you were, Luigi, a fine, invigorating specimen…”

King Boo’s features curl to a cursive malice. With a throaty grunt, he whips his tail to the side, stacks of frames toppling into a driftwood of splinters, coins tinkling as they skitter-skatter over the hard, stoney surface. King Boo surges forward, bared fangs a mere breath from Luigi’s nose, the two Koopa guards gluing Luigi to the spot with an iron grip.

“A specimen made bland by familiarity,” King Boo spits. “A thousand beautiful hues all swirled together in muddy confusion, with all the expertise and deftness of a child’s finger painting. Even now, as I watch the sweat trickle down your temple, as I hear the syncopated quivering of your racing heart, what should be a rich symphony of terror is nothing more than the drab, sad notes of a worn-out instrument.”

“I would just as soon have the Koopas rip you limb from limb, grind your bones into paste and use your blood for pigment if not the acid zest of novelty introduced by your voluntary presence in these chambers.”

King Boo floats to his throne, tail curled underneath his bloated, gargantuan form. He plops a stubby elbow on an armrest, resting the side of his head against his curled fist.

“So I ask you, Luigi, what is your purpose here?”

Luigi clenches his jaw, unconsciously tugging at the tight ropes bound around his wrists, pins and needles shooting up his arms. This is for Mario, for the Mushroom Kingdom, he tells himself, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his inner cheek.

“I need your help,” he whispers, forcing himself to meet King Boo’s amused gaze.

“And so the cockroach searches for allies in its fight against the boot." A deep, feral grin creeps across King Boo's bare features. "Against whom do you seek my help?”

“The Glawackus,” Luigi swallows over the sandpaper in his throat, wresting his mouth around the name. “They - they’ve come to the Mushroom Kingdom.” He looks down at the ground, voice lowering to a hoarse crackle. “They’ve hurt my brother.”

Never show your enemy your weakness, Mario would always say. Like it mattered here. Like it mattered anywhere. Luigi was an open book when it came to fear. King Boo had kidnapped his brother three times already. There was no weakness here to hide.

“Guards, untie him.”

At the order, the Koopas grab him roughly by the arms, cutting through his bonds with a single swipe of their clawed hands. Luigi massages his aching, raw wrists, darting his eyes in every direction, trying, and failing, to calculate an expedient escape path. The two Koopas loom closer, as if they've read his thoughts, twin hammers now in hand, poised in unspoken threat.

King Boo pays no heed to the small struggle, staring past Luigi, expression blank, his attention fixed on some invisible point in the stalactite-embedded ceiling. When he speaks again, his voice is uncharacteristically grave. “I know your Glawackus, although I am surprised to hear you speak of them.” There’s something…ancient in his speech, as if the hundreds of years of his undeath have finally caught up with him. “They are no friend of mine nor any Boo. If your brother is as I suspect…”

King Boo drifts downward his throne, letting out an amused huff. “Familiarity breeds contempt. Perhaps it is time to savor a different flavor of revenge,” he muses, gaze glued to Luigi as he continues his slow, menacing advance.

“I will help you. But in return, you must give me something.”

He comes to rest an arm's length from Luigi, drinking in his quivering form before allowing a fanged, bladed smile to crease his face.

“Kneel.”

Luigi blanches, leaden dread seeping into his veins. He lets out a nervous, aborted chuckle.

“Wh- what?”

“Your fear has grown bland. But I have yet to taste your humiliation, your anger. I wonder if it will be as complex as those other emotions you wear so freely on your sleeve.”

Luigi shakes his head, breath quickening. “No. No, I won’t - “

King Boo slashes his tongue across Luigi’s cheek with a sickening crack. “Then your brother is dead and your kingdom doomed to a fate more cruel than canvas,” he spits, anger rising in his eyes. “It’s quite simple. Kneel before me. Be a hero. Save your brother, your kingdom, and make it known to all here the great Boo hunter is nothing more than another supplicant prostrate at my throne.”

No. He can’t do this. He won't do this, won't debase himself to a mad being bent on his destruction, a being who has caused him - who has caused those he loves - so much pain and harm.

Something wrenches, sharp, in Luigi's chest.

He can’t let his brother die. 

Luigi meets King Boo’s hungry gaze. He swallows down a series of retching convulsions, putrid bile drawing an acidic, burning trail up his throat, sick pooling at the base of his tongue. He gulps it down, trembling, in one hateful movement coming to his knees, his heart thundering in his chest, cheeks flushed in a toxic stew of humiliation and rage.

King Boo’s crooked grin widens.

“Lower.”

Luigi chokes down the avalanche of maledictions, the unspoken words festering in bloodied pools all the way down to his intestines. He forces his head to fall, glaring at the cracked, stone floor, hands crackling with electric violence.

King Boo drifts to his side, wet whisper in his ear.

“Your anger is exquisite, a delicacy of such subtle notes one almost misses the undercurrent of electric piquant. Rage fits you, Luigi, like a well-tailored suit and I will taste more of it. Now bow.”

He holds his breath, every muscle in his body whipcord tight, sinews hardened into obdurate concrete. There’s a place in his mind, a secret compartment hidden in the cavernous shadows of his deepest subconscious. He knows it all too well, the hiding spot of every awful thought, every violent instinct, each instance of his desire to hurt - he takes it all, balling it up with invisible fists, shoving it into the teeming drawer with a silent, guttural cry. A stone-faced Luigi brings his reluctant hands down to the floor, forehead touching cool dolomite. A moment later he feels the cold, slimy pressure of King Boo’s tongue pinning him in place by the back of his neck. 

I’m doing this for my brother, he seethes. I’m doing this for the Mushroom Kingdom.

Above him, King Boo lets loose a high-pitched, twittering cackle.

Scenario:

Mario is incapacitated due to...something in battle. There's some kind of unknown, undead, spectral nonsense going on in the Mushroom Kingdom - maybe it's what hurt Mario - and the only person who can help Luigi, who can help save Mario, is King Boo.

Imagine Luigi coming to him, asking for help, gritting his teeth the entire time. It's for his brother, he tells himself, nails cutting deep into skin.

King Boo is going to milk this moment for all that it is worth.

[timelesslords]

you are the best thing (that’s ever been mine)

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Percy and Annabeth have their first real fight

Annabeth slammed the door shut behind her.

Maybe she should have been quieter, considering it was 2:30 in the morning, but Percy’s neighbors had already heard them yell at each other for ten minutes, so not waking anyone up was probably a lost cause. She yanked open the door to the stairwell, barely even thinking as she rushed down the actual steps. It was a dumb argument, had been a dumb argument anyways, and then it spiralled out of control and suddenly he was asking her what she even wanted because he couldn’t tell, and she was saying I don’t know, but not this and slamming the door in his face.

And wasn’t that just the story of her life? Things would be great and then fine and then bad, and eventually it would all blow up in her face in a really spectacularly bad way. She could never keep a grip on anything, never be good enough to make people stay. Not her dad, not Luke, not Thalia. Apparently not even Percy, and that one stung the most. Because she’d let herself really believe that things would work out, but she’d fucked it all up just the same.

Annabeth burst through the front door of his apartment building, somehow getting half a block away before her brain even computed that it was pouring rain. Her coat was still in Percy’s room, not that it mattered now.

“Annabeth!”

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear him, but he called her name again, closer now, and then someone touched her shoulder. Annabeth turned around, fully expecting him to be dry, but he was soaked to the bone the same as she was. Water dripped down his hair into his eyes. He hadn’t bothered to put on a coat, and his orange camp t-shirt was already two shades darker than normal from the rain.

More surprising than that was the look on his face. Not angry, not frustrated. Not even surprised like she’d left him. He was scared.

It wasn’t an expression she saw often out of him, but she knew it well enough all the same. It was one of the only emotions he ever tried to hide, but the clench of his jaw and the slight widening of his eyes always gave him away. His hands were shaking a little by his side. His hands never shook.

So was this how it was going to end? Her crying and him scared of her, or scared of ending things with her, it was the same difference. That was in character for him at least, being scared of hurting her. He would do it anyways though, if he thought it was the right thing to do, because he always did the right thing in a very infuriating way that she had never been capable of.

Maybe they had always been bad for each other. Maybe they had a little too much of their parents in them to work out. Annabeth certainly felt like her mother right now; not sure why anyone even bothered with these types of things when they always ended like this.

“If you’re going to break up with me just get it over with.” Annabeth said. She’d been hoping that the rain would be enough to hide the fact that she was crying, but the thickness of her voice gave it away anyways.

A little flicker of confusion ran across his face.

“Did you not… just break up with me?” he asked.

Annabeth couldn’t summon the right words. She supposed that she sort of had, not meaning to exactly, but he was the one who asked the question in the first place; so angry and frustrated that she’d just told him what he had wanted to hear.

Except, judging from the look on his face now, that had not been what he wanted to hear at all.

“I don’t know.”

It was a wonder he could even hear her above the rain, which was hitting the pavement and the buildings and the street in nothing short of a thundering rush. He really was soaked to the bone. It was such an unfamiliar sight that she found herself cataloguing little details: how droplets of water clung to his eyelashes, how different his hair looked wet, how his shirt was stuck to his skin.

“Do you want to break up with me?” He asked cautiously. Rain was streaking down his face in little rivulets, though his voice sounded too clear for him to be crying.

Annabeth’s head hurt, and not just because it was an ungodly hour and she could already feel herself getting a cold from the rain. None of this made any sense. None of it was logical. This was not how things were supposed to go, how things had always gone.

“I thought you wanted to break up with me.” Annabeth said, suddenly feeling very unsure.

“Why would I want to break up with you?” Now he sounded really confused, running a hand through his wet hair for good measure. The rain pulled it back into place the second he took his hand away.

“Because, I just I just blew everything up, like I always do.” Annabeth said, unable to understand what he didn’t understand, because it was very obvious from her point of view, “I thought you came out here to finish it off.”

He stared at her, completely bewildered.

“I came out here to apologize.”

Annabeth felt like her brain was short circuiting.

“Why would you be apologizing?”

If anyone should be apologizing it was her. She didn’t even know who started the fight, but she’d been the most on edge lately, a ticking time bomb of stress. She’d certainly escalated it, and her words had effectively ended it, in the worst way possible.

“Because we had a fight,” Percy said, slowly, as if she were— well, not stupid exactly, but not understanding him either, “And I said hurtful things and I didn’t mean to— to let it go that far.”

“But I—” Annabeth didn’t even know how to finish her sentence. It was only now starting to sink in that he really did not intend on ending things with her. The thought was so foreign to what she was used to but also so fucking typical for Percy. She almost felt dumb for thinking it in the first place, except for that little flicker of doubt that still lingered in her chest.

He just looked at her patiently, waiting for her to finish her thought.

Something in her seemed to snap.

“I’m sorry.” she said. She was claimed by a sudden urgency to explain everything while he was still standing there and she still had the chance, and the words tumbled out of her mouth quicker than she was even thinking them “I swear I didn’t mean it, it just came out and I don’t know why I said that, please don’t go—”

Before she could even finish he closed the space between them and she met him halfway. She barely registered her hands on his chest and his on her face before she was kissing him. He tasted like rain and chapstick and she clung to his wet shirt desperately, afraid to let him go.

He pulled back first, still holding her face in his hands, and it suddenly registered to Annabeth that he was afraid to let her go too. Which, after she had bolted during their argument, was probably fair of him, though why she had even run in the first place was lost to her, like it had been a totally different person.

“I’m sorry.” Annabeth said again, because it was worth repeating when she felt it so strongly, “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad, and I shouldn’t have run away.”

He smiled at that, though Annabeth couldn’t tell what he found nice about it. She didn’t care though.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and it’s going to take a lot more than a stupid argument and some rain to shake me off.” he said, so sincerely that he might as well have sworn it on the Styx.

The little sliver of doubt that had been lurking in Annabeth’s chest suddenly melted away.

“I think it's more than a little rain. You’re soaked.” Annabeth said, letting herself laugh a little as she watched him realize that he was uncharacteristically not dry.

“I got distracted.” he said, with a little frown, “And you’re freezing.”

Annabeth was, in fact, very cold. The rain had thoroughly covered every inch of her, arms, hair, shirt and shoes.

“Can I… come back with you?” she asked, cautiously, because she was technically supposed to be at her dorm right now and he was supposed to be asleep. Percy just looked at her like she was crazy.

“Well I’m not about to let you walk eight more blocks to your dorm without a coat, so yeah.”

“Okay.” Annabeth said. Her voice seemed small, and she was suddenly feeling very overwhelmed and more than a little tired, “I just thought you might… I don’t know.”

“I’ll never leave you alone, Wise Girl.” he said, tucking an arm around her shoulders to ward off the rain. “So you should probably stop trying so hard to get rid of me.”

She probably should have come up with a witty retort to that, called him Seaweed Brain and told him something about being clingy, but she didn’t have it in her. Instead she leaned into his touch, let the rain wash over her, and believed every word he said.

[seecarrun]

hello car-san :'3 im not sure if you've heard the recent rumours that ffn might be shutting down. i rlly loved your fics for hetalia and saw that you do have an ao3 account - would it be alright to trouble you to crosspost them so they don't get deleted T.T thank you so much in advance.

Hi there friend!

Ooof, okay, this is a rough one.

I was actually thinking I should probably go through and at least save all my old stuff, since I could not even begin to remember/locate all the originals at this point. BUT unfortunately I am due to have a whole ass baby here in a week and a half, and realistically he could come just about any time, so I’m not quite in the mind place to go through and save everything right now. 🙃

That being said!! I welcome anyone to save what they want to save, and if they would like me to then repost it to my ao3, I would happily post what is saved by others once I find the time/energy! I am just simply not in a place to save things myself right now, I hope you understand.

Thank you for reaching out about it though, my dear!! I’m glad to hear you enjoy all my old stuff, and I’d love to keep it alive and going out there with a little help! :)

[bbnibini]

Author’s Note & Newbie’s Guide to PSISLY: An Obey Me! CYOA

I'm bad with announcing stuff but here it goes(!): this blog is currently under construction! I am currently making the necessary preparations to get Hamartia ready for crossposting.

Of course, I'm not the best person when it comes to technology so if you ever notice there's some errors or hiccups, please feel free to tell me on DMs or asks! (Asks are currently closed for now though! It will open again soon. :) )

For new readers of Hamartia, here's what you should keep in mind once it's posted!

1. The main story is called P.S. I Still Love You. It's styled as a hyperlink-dependent mystery CYOA where you can get unique endings or routes upon choosing specific dialogue options. You might need to take notes since this story has mystery aspects to it. I left some hints here and there so you'd uncover what actually happened before the events on the fic transpired. Although you can also read the entirety of what happened once you unlock all routes! :) 

Saying that, this story will feel more immersive if you experience it yourself so please don't ruin that experience for someone else. DO NOT POST SPOILERS FOR OTHER CHAPTERS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION. You can still discuss and even theorise in the comments, but please make sure your comments are about the chapter thread you're commenting on. For spoiler heavy comments that contain spoilers for more than one chapter, please make use of the spoiler thread.

2. As it is a hyperlink-dependent fic, interacting with every hyperlink IS ENCOURAGED. Reading PSISLY with a registered tumblr account is also encouraged for better immersion and access to restricted content.

3. Spoiler comments are DISCOURAGED. A dedicated thread for spoiler comments and theories will be posted in a masterlist for people who want discourse. You may also direct spoiler-related asks in my ask box if you are a registered user and I will answer you in private.

4. As this is a crosspost, please expect earlier updates on the original AO3 version.

5. PSISLY has supplementary content accessible through private posts:

*MEMORIA (Hamartia 3 - - An archive of memories for a person who wants to never forget. Most entries focus on the perspective of other characters besides the reader. )

*chat log (A certain author's DDD chat log. Contains text conversations of Christopher Peugeot and the people he associates with. May also have an "Eye See You" feature from time-to-time)

*????? (Spoilers)

*Hamartia 0: ▇▇▇'s Postscripts (Endgame content. Spoilers.)

Each of these supplementary content will be given hyperlinks for specific chapters/route progression.

6. Please note that the stats/parameters/affection meter of each capture target won’t stack. Meaning, even if you choose an option multiple times, it will only give a set affection point.

7. Good Ending ---> 90 affection points or higher (100 is the MAX)

    Normal Ending ---->89 affection points and below

    Special Ending -----> ???

**Satan's route is a special case where his Good Ending (95 hearts) requires less affection points than his Normal Ending(100/MAX hearts).

8. Unclickable hyperlinks/hyperlinks with the word (WIP/Soon) next to them means that the content cannot be accessed at the moment. Please be patient!

9. To have a deeper understanding of the story, please try to read EVERYTHING including the bad endings.  

10. Ever wondered what would happen if you read this story in an unconventional way? You might just have a fateful encounter. :)

If you have any more questions, please DM me or send me an ask/anon! Hopefully with that, you will enjoy this silly little project of mine. :)