#i just had a hankering to share XD

[ickyguts]

Hopps and Geshtu everybody

Geshsnooze belongs to @herebecritters

[loupy-mongoose]

I don't know that I'll finish this, so I might as well share it.

I remembered the song "Roar" by Katy Perry exists, and got a mighty hankering. It's been the theme I've had in mind for Jamie's Shadowed Soul days, specifically once she becomes Champion of Johto. (This image isn't from that moment, it's just a fun current day shot. XD)

Sadly my desire to draw fizzled out after getting this far. Between that and not feeling like actually designing some of these 'mons... I don't see myself finishing this any time soon. :')

[zarvasace]

I've been going through your ao3 bc I've n been having a hankering for Four/ colors content

Hyrule's fic where he has the loftwing tattoo is ouch in the good ways. Boy had it ROUGH and if I found out that happened to my bestie I would also puke so I get you, Sky.

And the one where Red and Vio grow up in a cult and Red is the perfect little cult angel so they'll be allowed to LEAVE and they haven't seen the sun for 16 years like my heart. Those poor boys. They just want to see their brothers and Red was too young to even remember them ;-;

I picture that Red and Vio found a nice house with a big garden and they spend all day relaxing in the sun and hanging out and nothing else happens to them and they're happy and also Red helps Zelda and the knights find and put a stop to the cult cause Red has alllll the information about them now.

Well I certainly have my fair share of Four and FS boys content. XD I've actually been meaning to add on a bit to the cult one, so here's a fun little epilogue! ~1k words, some CWs for implied religious trauma, some cursing, and moderate angst.

(said cult-themed fic is here! It's a whump fill and imo one of the more intense ones so.)

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Green wipes his hands off on a towel and heads to the doorway to poke his head into the living room. “Hey, Vio.”

“Sorry!” Vio says, startling. The book in his hands jumps as he shuts it too fast. He looks up at Green, then blinks and settles. “Sorry,” he says again, this time apologizing for apologizing. 

Green takes a second to bite his tongue—he harbors an eternal, ice-cold hatred for the people who'd somehow managed to get it into Vio’s head that reading was something to apologize for—then shrugs in what he hopes is a nonchalant way. “I just wanted to ask if you had a preference between tomato sauce or cheese sauce for dinner. Blue and Red should be back soon.”

Vio slowly reopens his book to the page he'd been reading. “Um, I think Red likes cheese better.”

“Okay, well, what about you?” 

“I don't really have a preference.”

“Cheese, then,” Green says, just as the door to their little house swings open. 

Green’s little question had startled Vio, but Red's loud, enthusiastic greeting very much does not. 

“Viooooo! Guess what I have!” Red bounces in, wearing something a lot like what he'd worn that first day. It's red and yellow and reminds Green of festival robes. The thin fabric accentuates the way he dances in and presents a set of ominous-looking black iron keys to Vio in both hands. 

Those keys mean absolutely nothing to Green, but Vio raises his eyebrows. “You really did it, then.”

“Did you doubt me?” Red smiles. 

“Can we melt those down?” 

“Oh, I definitely plan on it.” 

Blue follows Red into the house, closing the door behind them both. He wears Vio’s old grayed cloak with the heavy leather mantle, though now there’s a splatter of blood across the side. Where Red is clearly very pleased with what they've done, Green can see Blue’s anger simmering beneath the surface. 

In a flailing of angry movement, Blue rips off the hood and tears the mantle off his shoulders. He bundles it all up and dropkicks the thing into the wall with a shout. 

“Woah, Blue,” Green says, stepping in but not touching him yet. “You okay?” 

“I'm fine!” Blue snaps. He throws his hands into the air. “I’m just dandy! I'm totally not traumatized at all! And I bet you aren't either!” He gestures to Red and Vio, who watch him warily. “We're all really well-adjusted members of society! Nobody treated me like shit while they thought I was you! Nobody at all!”

Green drops his towel and grabs Blue’s arms to stop him from throwing a punch at the wall. He's done it before. “Calm down!”

“Why should I?” Blue keeps shouting, but Green can see the shine in his eyes. “They kept saying, oh, they're good people, just misled, just take care of some of the leaders and everyone will be fine, but you know who gave a damn about me? About Vio? When we staged that—that—”

“Blue!” Green shakes him, hoping to snap him out of it, but all he does is shake the tears out. 

Blue is more prone to punching out his feelings than crying about them. The tears that fall down his face are out of the ordinary for him. He looks at Green like he did every time he became despondent: like he hopes desperately that Green can fix the world. His rage is quickly giving way to full-out sobbing, and it's a bit startling. This hasn't happened in years. 

Green has gotten good at dealing with Blue’s moods, but Vio and Red very much have not. Red has moved to stand half in front of Vio, as if to protect him, and Vio’s eyes have gone calculating. Then Red leans back to whisper something, never taking his eyes off of Blue and Green, and Vio responds, too quietly to hear. 

Blue starts to push away from Green, red in the face, but Vio is right there, hands raised as if he doesn't know what to do with them. 

“Um,” Vio says, “I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry!” Blue interrupts, his voice breaking. “I didn't mean to—to get mad—and we didn't find you—and I had no idea—” 

Red taps Vio on the shoulder and whispers loudly. “Ask if he wants a hug.”

A short, wet laugh interrupts Blue’s tears, and he shakes his head as if to say it isn't necessary. 

Vio’s face goes tight in a wince, and Green starts to move to interrupt, but then Vio raises his arms and wraps them around Blue, and Blue’s sobs go quiet almost instantly. After a few seconds, they readjust so Blue can hold Vio back. Vio definitely isn't crying, but he does hide his face behind his bangs and Blue’s neck. 

Red looks like he's about to cry, too, so Green nudges him. 

“Want to help me make some sauce for pasta?” 

“Really?” Red says, looking up. “Yeah. I do.”

“Come on.” 

Red drops the keys he holds on top of Vio’s discarded cloak, then follows Green into the kitchen. He's a little subdued, but still enthusiastic. By the time Red burns his half of the sauce (surprising no one), Blue and Vio have shifted to speaking quietly on the old couch. 

It's going to be a long road of healing, even considering how far the four of them have come so far. But now they know that the cult isn't going to come after Red and Vio, or kidnap anyone else, for that matter, since they got the princess and knights involved. But Vio has begun to keep his books in plain sight, and Red curses a little more every day. Red goes outside into the sun most days, and drags Vio with him every so often. They moved to a nice little house, and visit their father at least once a week. Blue has been happy, and so has Green. 

It's a long road, yes, and doubtlessly it's an uphill one. But they're on it together. 

[faceofpoe]

2, 3, 7, 9!

2. Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

Oh boy. Hm. Can I get silly with it and describe Chandrilan Hospitality as:

Author + what we know of traditional Chandrilan ways = breaking my brain married at 15 HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK

XD

3. What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

Above-mentioned fic would certainly be chock full of dysfunctional and abusive family dynamics tags, estrangement, anxiety, food issues probably... Just need to kind of... hone in on what my actual plan/goal for the fic is lol. *sweats nervously*

7. Post Any sentence from your wip

From an untitled and shiny new since last night exploration of my obsession with what happens in the 5 minutes after the screen goes to black at the end of Andor, currently creatively labeled in my docs as: CassianKleya -

She’d wonder at Luthen’s confidence to bring him on and bring him in so abruptly, so absolutely, were it not for the fact that he reminded her first and foremost of Luthen himself.

9. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I've had a hankering lately to write more Draven and have a rough idea sketched out in my notebook for a kind of twisty fic where he's meeting Cassian for the first time (probably after Luthen's death) and Cassian is coming from this "this is what revolution looks like" mentality and Draven's existing in this "we have to be better than our enemy" Alliance mentality, and Draven finding himself coming up against the temptation to compromise those values when handed an agent willing to do anything and keep his mouth shut about it to anyone who might object.

...is there possibly also the logical companion piece floating around my brain somewhere exploring Luthen and Cassian and "never carry anything you don't control" and Luthen progressively pushing Cassian to that place where Draven meets him? No comment.

0:)

[mad-madam-m]

Author's choice! I'd love to hear about either Chaos Rising OR Theater of Mystical Delights. Or both! Both is good. :D

Chaos Rising

This one has been in WIP status since 2017 and I literally just have two chapters left to write, but it’s been uh...hard. Probably because I wasn’t a huge fan of the nogitsune arc in the first place, and I thought doing my own version of it, where I got to play with some of the theories and headcanons the fans came up with, would help. It has, to an extent, but after 200+ TW fics, I have admittedly gotten a bit burned out.

That being said, I do still intend to finish and post this fic (and hopefully its sequel), if only because I currently have an unfinished series hanging around on my AO3 account and I hate having an unfinished series.

Here, have a snippet (aka, the last little bit I wrote):

Stiles popped his fingers, thinking. "Melissa, can you call Dad and see if he can get over here? And if we actually get this thing out of her, what's it going to look like? How do we stop it from getting into someone else?"

"An insect," Lydia said.

Stiles turned to her. "A what?"

"Some of the sources we were reading said spirits take the form of an insect when they aren't in a host." Lydia strode over to her purse and got out her phone. "It didn't say anything about nogistune specifically, but my best guess is that it will be something similar."

"Trap it in a glass jar?" Isaac suggested. "Flyswatter?"

"Somehow I don't think a malicious fox demon is going to be taken out by a flyswatter," Boyd said.

Stiles thought about it, tapping his fingers along his chin. "The Nemeton was strong enough to hold it until the Darach started fucking with it. Maybe if we put it in a glass jar and sealed it there?"

"Or put it in a box made of the Nemeton wood?" Cora said.

Stiles spun around to her. "Holy shit, do you have that?"

Cora and Derek shared an uneasy glance. "We should," Derek finally said. "Or at least, we did. It may be in storage."

"Can you find it in," Stiles checked his phone, "under an hour?"

Derek and Cora exchanged another look, and then they both nodded.

"Great." Stiles clapped his hands together. "We'll get my dad here, get that Nemeton box, and then..." He looked over at Allison's prone body on the couch. "Get ready, motherfucker. We're serving you an eviction notice."

Theater of Mystical Delights

So this is the first original novel I’ve written in A While, and it’s currently sitting at 130k and counting. I started it in NaNo 2018, and it was my project again in 2019, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to finish it in 2020.

I got a serious hankering to write another circus story after watching The Greatest Showman, and I had also been wanting to write another steampunk story, and so after some wrestling with “how in the hell do I make this different from the steampunk circus story I’ve already written,” I ended up with a circus on an airship hiding a bunch of people with superpowers, a scientist with amnesia on the run from a Big Scary Organization, and one very overworked ringmaster just trying to keep everything and everyone afloat (literally).

There’s secrets and action and slow-burn romance and bed sharing and finding family and slowly gaining trust and a happy ending because c’mon, this is me and the shit I like to write does not change based on whether it is fanfic or original. XD

I love it more than words can describe and it’s been so much fun to dig into a world and characters of my own making again. I can’t wait to get back to it.

(check out my WIPs and let me know if any sound interesting!)

[mcschnuggles]

7, 10, and 39 for the asks?

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Out of morbid curiosity for how bad my writing was 4 months ago I read Proficiency in Babysitting! And wow the characters were rough but jeez were there some unappreciated gems in there xD This bit is from chapter 8, in the Fantasy Buffalo Wild Wings. I just love this bit because I had so much fun writing it and it’s what I think is my funniest prose

They’re barely seated before the waitress is there, beaming like her life depends on it. “Merry meet, adventurers! Welcome to the Wild Winghorn. Whatever you hanker for, we will try our best to supply!”

           “Yeah, we’ll just have an order of the boneless wings.” Magnus replies.

           “And to soothe your parched tongues?”

           “Water.” Merle answers. From the look on his face, he’s seen the price of drinks in this place.

           “Fantasy Coke.” Magnus answers.

           The waitress cringes. “Is Fantasy Pepsi okay?”

           “You know, I’ll just have a beer.”

           “Me too.” Taako pipes up.

           “Absolutely not.” Magnus says, but the waitress has already left.

           Taako pouts. “Why not?”

           Magnus just raises an eyebrow. “How old are you right now?”

           Taako considers, then answers with a smug smile. “Fifty-three in human years.”

          Magnus pauses. He’s not very good at math, but he knows right away this is an elf years/human years trick.  “Give me a second.” He produces a pencil from his breast pocket and starts scribbling on a napkin.

           Merle leans over. “Why are you just multiplying random numbers? Use long division.”

          “Well, seven doesn’t go into five so long division won’t even help. I’m just trying to find the closest whole number.”

           “It’s seven. Seven times seven is forty-nine.”

           “Okay, so he’s…roughly seven.”

           “And a half.” Taako adds.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

“Let’s Finally Talk About It,” no doubt! Chapter 2 was what, 4k words? I wrote all of that in a day. I don’t know if I had hit my stride or I was just that in my element but it literally took me a handful of hours to get everything together, and that was in between multiple rereads.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Delete, delete, delete! If the comment is really bad, I’ll screenshot it and share it around with my friends so we can all laugh, but I usually delete the screenshots immediately afterward so I don’t put myself in a cycle. I do have one comment saved. I think I got it over a year ago. I’ve only kept it because it’s most likely the funniest negative comment someone has ever left about my writing

[butterfrogmantis]

I guess it could sorta be called an AU? Lemme stick with that. And cause Pirate’s there it’s obviously following that sort of age line, which is one reason Anchor isn't there. (Another being that he didn't exist when I sketched this and I can't see an explanation in the 'Swashbuckle au' anyway XD That's what imma call it)  So with that I suppose I better introduce the ragamuffin crew in this ;p The Captain: Captain Barnett. A no-nonsense man in his mid thirties. Brave and plucky come what may, but not made ostentatious by his skills or heroics. He prefers diplomacy to violence no matter the situation (although he looks quite impressive with a sword in hand) Captain somehow posses a sort of natural leadership that the rest of the crew don’t argue with. It’s known that the Captain once had a love affair with a pilot, although it’s best not to speak of it. Recently Captain came to be the guardian of a young rouge named Pirate, and whilst Pirate is technically under Captain’s protection, the man will occasionally turn a blind eye to any karma that might come the boy’s way. After all, what goes around comes around. Although Captain’s determined to keep his entire crew from harm, he seems to have a particular soft spot for his first mate. First Mate: Skiff Eastport. A bubbly, friendly lad, now in his mid twenties. Despite occasionally seeming to be a bit of a coward, Skiff actually holds a whole range of ... interesting ideas up his sleeves. The man escaped the clutches of another pirate sailor when he was a teenager, and still has all the knowhow from the malicious Sailor John, although he’s determined not to use it. Despite his feeble demeanour, it’s not Skiff you’d be dealing with if he got hurt - but rather the much more daunting captain of the ship. It’s best just to leave well alone. That being said, Skiff’s no mere chap in distress. If things do happen to go awry, he does remember one or two things about dynamite ... Ships’ Cook: Salty Hornsby. A sea-weathered man in his late thirties. Possibly one of – if not THE most- enthusiastic of all of the Barnett crew. Salty was a lucky find. He can turn hard tac and gruel into a decent meal at any rate, even if you’re eating the same thing week in week out. Salty enjoys the life on deck more than a life on land, although he does hanker after home occasionally. Salty has a sweetheart back on Sodor, and if the crew ever receive mail, Salty is sure to keep his lover’s letters in a breast pocket close to his heart. Although they are for cooks eyes only. Next man that tries to read Porter’s letters without permission is on the infamous sea cuisine ‘captain’s biscuits’ for a month. Ships’ Carpenter: Bulstrode Barge. A cantankerous pensioner in his early fifties. Absolutely loves complaining. Complains about the cook’s food, complains about the cabin boy’s pranks, complains about the captain’s <s>favouritism</s> tactics. Despite these faults, he is valued for his work on the ship. Holes and leaks don’t stay very long if Bulstrode has anything to say about it. Surprisingly,  Bulstrode is no bachelor either – he and his wife both tend to needs on board. People often question how the relationship works out for them, but Bulstrode is sharp tongued with that. Ship’s Surgeon: Dilly Barge. A passionate lady in her late forties. Captain never stood by the old superstitions; Dilly was more than welcomed on board, and her skills proved worthy. Should a battle (and these are infrequent) occur, she comes out in her element. Other than that, there’s bound to be splinters and accidents afoot. She often ops herself as lookout if it’s a quiet day, and is very knowledgeable about the marine life out at sea. She’s married to the ships carpenter, and whilst the relationship isn’t  always easy, it’s manageable :3 Cabin Boy: Pirate Jones. A mischievous teenager.  Pirate ran away from his initial placement, and soon idolised the remarkable Captain Barnett. Due to his age, Captain took Pirate ‘under his wing’ until Pirate is old enough to legally look after himself. Despite the boy’s pranks, the two share a relatively close father/son bond, although Captain often reprimands him when Pirate (often purposely) breaks the rules. Sadly, no blind eyes turned towards Pirate’s behaviour. Pirate is a bird enthusiast, and is fully responsible for the ship’s macaw Jesse. Only, Pirate and Jesse seem to have a secret bond, and anything Jesse overhears goes straight back to Pirate, so watch what you say! Ship’s Parrot: Jesse. A blue and yellow macaw with more green than blue. Jesse is the loyal bird of the cabin boy Pirate. Has a scary habit of gossiping. Jesse seldom repeats anything boring, any conversation that comes out of Jesse mouth is bound to be gossip. Jesse especially likes spilling tea on the ship’s first mate, and Captain suspects Pirate might be the reason behind this – Pirate and Skiff are at ... interesting odds despite their friendship XD Luckily Skiff doesn’t have too much tea to spill. That’s what the crew think. They’re wise to Jesse by now.  Captain, Skiff, Salty, Dilly and Bulstrode (c) TTTE/HIT Entertainment Pirate (c) Me 

[ashnadir]

freddiewatts‌:

[TXT] I don’t mind sharing custody of you with Bellamy - though Ephram may have something to say about it. haha And I will, yeah. With a little luck I won’t look any older than 60 when I finally pop my clogs at a century and a half. 

[TXT] That’s actually a rather good idea, darling; so if that’s what you think is best, it suits me too. I mean, I was going to argue and say that you couldn’t run the inn entirely on your own, but you’re right about August - the ghosts all but dried up the tourist trade. :/

[TXT] /Gorgeous/. xD With no photos I suppose my vivid imagination will just have to suffice - though I have to admit, in my mind, even 9 year old Iann had a moustache. haha

[TXT] Well, it is a very lovely and complex vault. More than enough to keep you interested in learning what’s inside. :)

…

[TXT] I’ve got it here, too. Only in one bedroom that I’ve seen so far, but that’s bloody well more than enough.

[TXT] How many places have you found it at the inn? And what’s it saying?

Freddie stared at the spidery mould-scrawl writ large across the playroom wall - reflected in reverse on the mirrored wall behind him, and chewed pensively at his lower lip.

[TXT] It actually might be a good idea to shut the doors until whatever fresh hell this is passes. What do you think, love?

[TXT] OK well sure whatever, I’m not gonna plan for a 50-year complaint from Pettaline about what I might or might not do. it’s so far in the future that I don’t really care what happens to me lol. Hell I have a hard time planning for tomorrow.

[TXT] isn’t 60 like considered ‘silver fox’ according to young people who have a hankering for sexy older dudes?

[TXT] ahhh it’s the first month we’ve had that’s been pretty dry since we opened up the Inn.  8D  That’s not so bad! We’ll let the kids party now because they’ll be working hard come XMas and New Years and basically every holiday where guests come to party

[TXT] JAJAJAAJ I only started trying to grow my moustache at 15 tyvm.  but you know when I was a baby I did have blond hair 8D I was a freak.

[TXT] thank god it’s just in the basement right now.  Honestly at first I thought it was just something I’d forgotten but then I realized that it’s in other people’s places too.  

[TXT] yeah I noticed from other homes that it says things to them.  Mine says fuck-all so far.  What does yours say?

[TXT] I’m gonna try and figure out what the hell is going on.

A couple minutes later...

[TXT] HEY so I had an idea, since we have like 6 suites unused.  Think we can put out an invite to people who really need a place to stay that they can come stay at the Inn?

[TXT] I mean, the basement is airtight for many reasons, I didn’t think black mould would be one of those reasons, but it certainly saves the rest of the Inn from suffering any allergies and shit.

[TXT] maybe not just ANY people.  Maybe just people we know.  8D  Just to put your mind at ease.

Prickly Heat || Freddie and Iann