#i like? replying in the tags first before i forget xd

[elvenbeard]

Exposing myself here a little and sharing the current rule-set for my CP2077 Discord I'm the process of setting up below the cut! Below the cut, cause this post it's a lot of text as is.

I think I got all channels set up how I want them for starters, but there will always be room for improvement :D First and foremost I want this to become a place of encouragement and sharing and fun... I really just want it to be an extension of my fandom corner on tumblr here and have a room to chat with everyone I love in one spacereally, that's the whole point XD

Still though, I think some basic rules are good, especially if I decide to open this up to more people down the line - but also, some might find a strict ruleset (or my specific ruleset) not to their taste, hence, before sending out invites, I wanted to put this here.

If we're mutuals, or if you're following me and like what I post, original content and reblogs alike, AND if you wanna be part of this server under the prerequisite of accepting the rules below the cut... Like this post or DM me or leave a reply etc. And I might send you an invite.

(I want to open this up specifically also to people I'm not mutuals with, since I don't always follow back for a variety of reasons. But I have a good memory for user-handles and will recognize you if you interact with my posts on a regular basis!) Important: If I don't send you an invite, please don't take it personally. I might not know you or your vibe well enough yet. Especially if we're new mutuals, or if I'm not following you. But I will check out everyone I don't recognize or don't follow who reacts to this post. I want to keep the server somewhat small in general and especially to begin with, but if all goes well, I might come back to this post here somewhere later down the line and send some more invites! I love you all lots, and especially with my semi-forced hiatus recently I missed interacting with everyone. Being welcomed back so warmly repeatedly by so many people in your tags and replies and all really meant so much <3

So yeah! Server-rules below, react to this post or get in touch with me if you're interested to join based on these prerequesites, invites will go out during the weekend most likely! :D

1. Don't be a dick and use common sense. Be kind to each other. Assume ignorance over ill intentions first and foremost, and when in doubt, stay civil and ask a mod or admin for help via DM.

2. Homophobia, Transphobia, Queerphobia in general, Racism and Hatespeech towards other server members will not be tolerated. Report any talk of this sort to a mod or admin asap if you notice it.

3. This is an adult/NSFW server. You need to be at least 18 years of age to participate and can expect respective content. This is not to exclude anyone younger than 18, but for legal reasons.

4. No 18+ content needs to be spoilered ||like this|| by default. If you choose to spoiler something, which you are always free to do especially in general channels, use a label/indicator describing the content you're spoilering (e.g. [explicit sexual content], [nsfw], [blood/gore], [xyz kink], [tmi]). No kinkshaming please, but also, note rule 5.

5. If someone asks you to spoiler a specific type of niche/extreme content (e.g. extreme kinks, dark and disturbing topics, (mental) health themes like self-harm or terminal illnesses, or any content that could fall under 4) please do so. Be mindful of each other's comfort levels with being exposed to certain darker topics. Being asked to spoiler content does not equal being kinkshamed.

6. Everyone's boundaries are valid and you are free to set them. Simultaneously, nobody should have to censor themselves or their creations either. Spoilering (extreme) content on someone else's request does not equal censorship but is part of being a community.

7. If someone forgets to spoiler a topic that has been previously asked to be spoilered, do not assume the worst and kindly remind the op to spoiler. If the same person keeps forgetting the same things though and you feel like it is on purpose or targeted, let a mod/admin know.

8. If a topic that makes you personally uncomfortable is being discussed in a group setting, stepping away from the conversation temporarily is an alternative to asking to spoiler something (also applies to rule 6). Simultaneously though, due to no blacklisting options on Discord, be mindful of what you post especially if others whose comfort levels you don't know are there with you.

9. Please keep discussions on the server civil. If you've messed up, apologize. If discussions get personal or touch upon server-external issues, please resort to DMs to resolve them. If you need a neutral party to listen, @elvenbeard is always happy to.

10. Do not post content that isn't yours without the explicit permission of the original creator (be it mods, VP, art, writing, etc.). This includes posting links to external works that aren't yours.

11. Start no arguments or spread negativity by discussing non-server-members and their activities.

12. Keep shippy content to the respective channels. Respect each other's ships and headcanons (exceptions: see 13), but also respect the source material(s).

13. If you notice headcanons that are queer-phobic, transphobic, racist, hateful or something similar, especially if they are being framed or discussed as positive, inform a mod or admin asap. Everyone is entitled to their own headcanons, but any falling under these categories will not be tolerated.

[o-pandora-o]

(1/3) I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Valefor, Beleth with shy g/n s/o request is so good! I'm pleasantly surprised surprised at long this is 🤯 You did both my request and Leviathan even better than what I had expected 😍 I love it especially Satan absolutely loves PDA unlike me 😅, he enjoys putting his arms around them & sometimes makes out with them after making sure others don't see 🙈, he even touches them but only with their consent 👍, they always blush like me >///<, the people are most likely pretending to be unaware for their sake 🤣, they're always flustered from how straightforward he is 😳, he does it when they're with others occasionally 😁, he sat down with his arms around their waist when he found out they're on a diet ⊙⁠.⁠��, he reassured them that they're not ☺️, he started to make out with them which they're embarrassed like me O///O, he's always proud of both their strengths & weaknesses 😤, he would brag about them to others which made them blush <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>, Beelzebub did ask why them when they're so shy 🤨, he explained the reasons why he finds them attractive 🥹, he mentioned how their shyness is their best trait while smirking at them as they blush 😏, he grinned at how embarrassed they are 😁, they blushed even more when he kissed them to shut them up 💋, he told them how 666 Devil Burger is a good choice 🍔, he had every intention of correcting the waiter's mistake the moment he realised 😁, they tried to stop him 🛑 but thanked him 👍, he would notice when they're feeling insecure or hesitating 👀, he would hold them closer by their waist or shoulder to kiss their forehead 😘, he reassured them that he likes them more than some scantily dressed devil 😈, they asked if he's content with just them 🥺, he make out with them & told them proudly yes while admiring how disheveled they looked 😁, he would slap their butt no matter where they are (Of course he would 🤣), he decided to do it when he saw them talking to Sitri 😏, just how loud it was 🔊, Sitri had to pretend he saw nothing as he can hear their heartbeats 💓, Satan is excited as he runs away 😁, they're nervous as they tried to chased after him 🫦, Mammon respects their comfort zone as he would let them initiate first 👍, he noticed how often their hand brushed against his & how nervous they are 🫦, he held their hand & gave comforting words 🥹, they're comforted & flustered 😳, he's quite sharp when it comes to their discomfort 👀, Bimet made it clear that he didn't understand why Mammon likes them 😅, they tried to answer but Valefor did try to help 👍, just how sweet his words are before he escorted them out (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠), he doesn't care about what others think as he loves everything about them 😍, they're too flustered sometimes whenever he bought something they mentioned to him ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, just how busy their day because of how much stuff Mammon bought for them (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; he finds their shyness adorable that he can't help but tease them 😁, he told them how they're cute like a bottom 🤣, their reaction is exactly like me 😂, he's cheeky enough to slap their butt 😏, how embarrassed they are like me XD, he gropes their butt often in private (At least it's in private 🤣), he does it to tease them 😁, they were cooking lunch while he was at a meeting 🍳, they're cutting bacon but they squeaked when they felt a hand on their butt 🔪 🥓, they turned around while forgetting they're holding a knife 🔪, he acted so innocent unlike his actions earlier 😇, they're confused but quickly put down the knife 👍, he explained it had finished early & apologised while mentioning how he missed it ��, he laughed as they blushed >///<,

OML that's a big chunk of text but, thank you so much for enjoying the headcanons really! <333 (Prolly wont tag the other replies to not flood the whb tag) thank you so much again!

[lemotmo]

20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @warpedpuppeteer. Thank you for the tag and the challenge! :)

1-How many works do you have on ao3?

- 36 works in total. 6 for my current fav ship: Buddie

2-What’s your total Ao3 word count?

- 332,354 words written.

3-What fandoms do you write for?

These days only for 911, Buddie fics. But I used to write for SGA (McShep), Without a Trace (Danny/Martin) and The West Wing (Josh/Donna).

4-Top 5 fics by kudos?

All of them Buddie fics! :)

Three years (180 kudos)

Too Little Too Late (226 kudos)

To Boldly Go (256 kudos)

The Comfort of a Home (408 kudos)

Stuck (on you) (885 kudos)

5-Do you respond to comments?

I do, but sometimes it takes a long time to get to them. I have so little time in my daily life that it's a struggle to find time to reply. But I do get to them... in time. So be patient please if you are someone who has commented and you haven't heard back from me yet. Know that I appreciate each and every comment. I read them, but I just don't always have time to reply on the spot.

6-What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooh, well there's four fics that come to mind here:

You Only Disappear (Without a Trace, Danny/Martin)

It ('Without a Trace' set in the 'Stargate Atlantis' universe, Danny/Martin, TW body horror)

Experiment (Stargate Atlantis, McShep, TW murder/suicide)

Buck is Here (911, Buddie, TW MCD)

7-What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, I have a lot of fics that end happy, but three fics come to mind here:

The Road to Nowhere (Stargate Atlantis, McShep, Cowboy AU)

The Sound of Science (Stargate Atlantis, McShep, The Sound of Music AU)

To Boldly Go (911, Buddie, Star Trek AU)

8-Do you get hate on your fics?

Not so far no. Never had any hate.

9-Do you write smut?

Well, yeah if the story asks for it. But only when it fits the narrative. I don't go into too much details though. I like to keep things 'light' and 'fluffy'. :D

10-Craziest crossover?

Well, I would say:

The Sound of Science: a fusion between 'Stargate Atlantis' and 'The Sound of Music'. XD LOL!

To Boldly Go: a fusion between 911 and Star Trek. Basically it's a Buddie story set in the Star Trek universe, but Star Trek characters don't really show up.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know off. I don't know if my writing is good enough to steal though. It's important to stay humble. :D

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13-Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, when I was in 'The West Wing' fandom (in the beginning of the 2000's) I wrote about three longer Josh/Donna fics together with a fandom friend. I have lost contact with her since, but I will never forget about her.

14-All time favorite ship?

Oh wow, it's very hard to pick one, because all of my ships hold a special place in my heart.

Josh/Donna from 'The West Wing' was my first online ship. I made fanart, wrote fanfic, met great people. In those days fandom was mostly found on the Yahoo-groups. They eventually went canon in season 7, but I had moved on from the show by then because of how bad the writing got in later seasons. So, I missed the big reveal as they went canon. I'll never not regret it.

Danny/Martin from 'Without a Trace' was a magical ship. My second online ship. I met so many great fellow fans and friends back then. We even met up in Rome and London with a whole bunch of us. Great times on LiveJournal as well.

McShep from 'Stargate Atlantis' was my most prolific ship. I wrote so much fic and made oodles of fanart for those men. Those were the heydays of LiveJournal fandom.

Buddie in '911' is so special to me. I've been in this fandom since season 1, online since season 2. I have met so many great people in this fandom. The best thing of all is that this is the first ship that actually has a great chance of going canon, while I'm still actively watching and enjoying the show. YAY!

15-What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have this dystopian Without a Trace fic half written in my documents. It has been sitting there for years now. It has the possibility of being so great, but I don't have the will to finish it anymore, because the fandom is mostly non-existant these days. Maybe I'll turn it into an original work of fiction one day. Who knows?

16-What are your writing strengths?

Writing dialogue. I actually hear the characters talking in my head. I just write down what they are saying and it always works out.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

Finding the time to write! But mostly the grammar, especially the tenses. As a non-native speaker it is a struggle to keep on writing in the correct tense and it's very difficult sometimes to know when to switich to another tense if it's appropriate. It's highly frustrating. I reread and edit my stories up to 10 times sometimes to catch all the grammatical errors. And even then there are still a few that I miss.

18-Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

For some reason I can't read/write non-English fics. I hate fics in my own language. Since the shows I love are English speaking shows, I need to read/write English fics.

19-First fandom you wrote in?

The West Wing.

20-Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's a hard question, because they are all my babies. I can definitely see that my writing has improved over the years though. So I tend to like my last works better than my first works, even when I do still appreciate them for what they are.

I guess the fic I'm most proud of writing is 'To Boldly Go'. It took blood, sweat and a lot of tears, but I got through all 16 chapters in the end. It took a couple of years to finish though. :D

Tagging: I'm not tagging anyone in particular. Anyone who sees this, feel free to do it for yourself. Tag me so that I can read it. 🫶🏽

[ikuina-takashi]

tagged by @megaphonegirlk you can read their answers here

1. How many works do you have on AO3?  36

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 59,972

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently we write for slow damage, dramatical murder, homestuck, & danganronpa we are also writing a yu-gi-oh duel monsters fic set in the world of sweet pool but it hasnt been published yet

4. Top five fics by kudos (theyre all a couple years old at this point lol)

You Know Better Than To Do That - 266 kudos - danganronpa - komahina - noncon

Taming the Self Righteous Know It All - 203 kudos - homestuck - cronkri - brat taming

He Who Controls the Narrative Doms - 124 kudos - homestuck - blackrom dirkuu

Impulse Control (or the lack of) - 123 kudos - the adventure zone: balance - taako x kravitz - voyeurism

When Sunshine Refuses to Speak - 92 kudos - welcome to night vale - charles x kevin - bloodplay and emotional vulnerability

5. Do you respond to comments? we do our best to! we forget to sometimes or can sometimes take months to reply but we do try <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? just one XD? uhhhhh probably Dripping. It's a heavy hurt no comfort fic where Kevin (WTNV) self harms.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Relapse for sure! The fic starts with Towa (Slow Damage) having flashbacks to his past but ends with him being comforted by Fujieda. It's not the happiest fic we've written, but in our opinion its the one whose happiest ending matters most.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not too often thankfully. One fic in particular (You're Lucky I Love You - danganronpa - komakamu - noncon) brought in several hate comments though. Desire plans to write another fic like it eventually

9. Do you write smut?  90% of what we write is smut

10. Craziest crossover? when we were young we wrote a vocaloid x harry potter crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  dont think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? naur

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  naur

14. All time favourite ship? oh god OTL uhhhhhhhh one?? ill steal prevs strategy and go for longest shipped: cronkri! their dynamic is still super fun to write as well ^^

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? oh theres so many... probably the context for our ikuina x madarame fics XD theyre very ooc without it

16. What are your writing strengths?  ignore the last question when we say characterization LOL

17. What are your writing weaknesses? how little we write OTL

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?  not a tool weve found use for yet in our fics

19. First fandom you wrote in?  probably harry potter

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? currently its This Urge Inside My Veins. It's super indulgent and had a lot of love from the Slow Damage community <3

idk who to tag with this one but as usual if you see it: do eeeeeet (if you want :p)

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Wally from Pokemon Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald, with his Ralts. Wally is depicted in his appearance from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire. He has one hand nervously clutching the opposite forearm, that arm's hand hanging somewhat loosely by his side while holding a red and white Pokeball. His Ralts, a small white child-like Pokemon with green bowl-cut hair, two red horns, and matching red eyes partially hidden under his hair, is standing by Wally's leg and grabbing onto his pants. The background is the main square of Mauville City. End ID.]

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“Ralts and I have gotten a lot stronger since we first met. Growing together! I want to prove that to you and my uncle both. Please...help me once more... And have a battle with me!”

More Hoenn arts with Wally! Wally has probably the best single-game arc of any of the rivals I've covered so far in this series, of course being that he's only the fourth one that may not be saying much but I'm still proud of his growth over the course of the story. Also you can't go wrong with a member of the Ralts family on hand, hehe :3

(also the fact that we get Wally and Wallace in the same game makes me feel better about forgetting a certain Sinnoh character existed before naming my feminine Cantessy protag the exact same name XD )

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[raakxbecomedeviant]

//cont of this thread with @ask-the-prick

“Thank you,” he purred, tail wagging happily behind him. “Because I want to cuddle you and not feel threatened, especially by your beard.” The android grinned as he brought a finger down the scruff shaping his face. “You need a trim, babe...”

[yanderecandystore]

Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.

I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-

I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.

Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3

TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting

It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.

It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.

Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…

As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.

When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.

Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.

The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".

An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.

He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.

Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…

You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.

You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.

The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.

It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.

You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.

But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.

You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.

Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.

Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.

Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.

….

On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.

But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-

Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.

….

A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:

"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:

"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."

The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.

Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.

"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"

And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.

"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"

But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.

Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.

"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"

Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.

Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.

"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.

You know better than to underestimate any of these people.

The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.

Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.

"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.

"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.

You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.

"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."

"- Thirsty, even!"

"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."

You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.

Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.

"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:

"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.

"- …!"

"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??

But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.

It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.

Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.

Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!

You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.

You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.

You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.

You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.

But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.

This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!

Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-

He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!

Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.

He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.

His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.

None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.

If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.

He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.

He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.

You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.

"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.

"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."

And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.

And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.

Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.

Oh but it's fine- Right?

It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….

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So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-

I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(

[waiting4inspiration]

Shoot for the Heart (Ivar One-Shot)

A/n: Yes, I'm back with another One-shot because this is becoming my coping mechanism for life now apparently XD I'm thinking of doing like a One-shot every second night and then updating WIPs in between. Also, I'm going to be tagging people in these and I'll also create a Masterlist on the weekend of all the one-shots I've done so far.

Anyway, enjoy this, and please let me know what you think of this! <3 As always, there is no real plot to this and everything is made up as I go

Summary: Ivar meets an archer that can hit anything with pinpoint accuracy.

There had been rumors of your marksmanship, stories of the Earl's daughter being able to shoot down anything from any distance. Some say that you can even shoot the center of a target blindfolded.

Of course, all those stories were tested after your arrival in Kattegat with your father and his army that have come for the Summer raids to England. Ivar watched, obviously, but thought nothing of it and that it was nothing more than skill. Your skill to shoot with pinpoint accuracy is no more special than that of the strongest fighter in the Heathen Army. It's all just practice. And it's pathetic how everyone crowds around you, begging you to show them more of your 'skill'.

Still, his eyes always end up on you during the raid. He finds himself looking at you to distract himself from the rocking waves while on the boats, watching you walk around the camp with your bow fixed in your hand after settling in England. And the last time he sees you before the battle on the hills before the city of York, leading a group of archers in front of the rest of the army.

Ivar almost forgets about you in the wake of the battle, commanding parts of the Army at different times. All part of his plan, you see. When he sees the second wave of Saxons headed their way, Ivar's smile falls off his face and his heart sinks in his chest. He didn't think they would be so clever as to divide their army into two, saving the second half for when the first half is almost spent.

But then, before he can despair, a cloud of arrows appears in the sky and then rains down on the second coming of Saxons. Ivar can tell which arrow is your from the red tether you always tie at the end of your arrows. He had seen you do that before the battle. And he watches the arrow sink into the chest of one of the Saxon warriors.

You emerge over a hill with the group of archers that had followed you and Ivar remember now how your father had said that it is a strategy you like to use; to hide and attack from a place unseen as a backup to the army you fight for.

Arrows fly through the air, whistling as they go before sinking with a thud in their target that then screams before falling to the ground.

An arrow with the familiar red tether flies past Ivar's shoulder, hitting a soldier that had eyes on him. Ivar turns his head around as sees you making your way towards him. "Still think I can't hit again I aim for?" you tease, smirking at him as you reach for another arrow.

"When have I said anything like that?"

"Your brother's told me you said that to them," you mention, standing by his side as you pull the string back, aim for your next target. Ivar rolls his eyes and looks forward, trying to predict who you will hit before you release your arrow.

It lands right in the chest of a Saxon soldier not too far away, but still too far away for Ivar to have reached him with a throw of his ax. "It is nothing but years of practice and training," Ivar mentions, looking back at you as you reach for yet another arrow.

"Perhaps. But I think of it as I was born with this skill. Just as you were born with the skill to lead and to outwit those who oppose you," you reply, looking up at him with a flirtatious smile on your face. "I'm not the only one people tell stories about, Ivar the Boneless. I've heard just as much about you and you have of me. Maybe even a bit more."

Ivar stares at you, his tongue running over his lips before he tucks his lower lip between his teeth. You release another arrow. And Ivar notices, like all the other arrows you have shot so far, this one hits the Saxon straight in the chest again. "You aim for the chest."

"I aim for the heart," you correct, your eyes shifting to him again as you blindly ready another arrow. You've done it so many times, you could probably do this in your sleep. "It is the most important part of a person."

And without looking away from Ivar, you raise your bow and shoot another arrow, keeping your eyes locked with his. He doesn't have to look to know that you've hit another target because from what he's seen, you can indeed hit again.

[keoni-chan]

Check in Tag

I was tagged by @lesyasun, thank you!!

Why did you choose your url? Well, back in the days of ancient, I went by keoni on the irc, forums, msn, and my friends would nickname me keoni-chan whenever we talked. When I went to make a Livejournal, keoni was already taken, so I went for my nickname, instead. Same story for my tumblr url. 

The rest under a read more, because it’s long XD

How long have you been on tumblr? April 24, 2011! ... I missed my tumblr anniversary... I always do, lol >< I have been taking breaks though, so I haven’t always been on. 

Do you have a queue tag? I used to, but then that weird thing with banning tags came around, so I stopped using them. All my gameplay posts run from a queue. I usually queue up downloads, too. Replies and WCIFs and stuff like this gets posted in real time, though.

Why did you start your blog in the first place? People were leaving LJ and most of them were migrating to tumblr. So I went, too. 

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I don’t change my icon that often. I sometimes base it on a challenge I’m doing. I used to have Bethany from my Midnight Sun Challenge for the longest time. And a Cowplant XD Before that, it was the Daenerys sim you can still see in my sidebar.  Right now it’s Bekah from my VDSL, because I really liked that picture. 

Why did you choose your header? My headers are usually gameplay shots I really like. Right now it’s my group picture from Angler’s Bay. I spend way too long on that, and I’m proud of it. It also fits my blog, because I mostly post about that these days. 

What’s your post with the most notes?

Faux Fur Dress 3t2 with 1115 notes. Probably because some TS4 finds blogs started reblogging it XD

How many mutuals do you have? idk, there is no easy way to count this. 

How many followers do you have? 7.456. 

How many people do you follow? 847

Have you ever made a shitpost? Absolutely. Mostly about my game crashing XD

How often do you use tumblr each day? I usually have a tumblr tab open when I’m on m computer. So... a lot?

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? Not that often? I don’t really like drama, or conflict, so I usually try to keep my opinions to myself. I know I can have a mean streak, especially when I was younger, so I try to be civil about it these days. I don’t always succeed, but that’s life, I guess. Can’t please everybody. 

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? Whenever I come across those, I revert back into my edgy 13 year old self and my brain goes: “Oh yeah? Make me!” 

Do you like tag games? Yes! I’m always happy when people think of me.

Do you like ask games? Yes! And I apologize to everyone sending me asks. I have can have a hard time converting thoughts and feelings into words, so I might take some time to answer. 

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? never really thought about that... I think @lesyasun, @deedee-sims, @mdpthatsme, @linacheries, @yandereplumsim, @whattheskell, @shastakiss, @kahlenas and probably more that I’m forgetting. 

Do you have a crush on a mutual? Not crushes as in “omg we should date”, but I admire and am inspired by so many of them. 

Tagging: @shastakiss, @elfpuddle, @emperorofthedark, @katrisims​, @kahlenas, @katatty, @krabbysims, @taylors-simblr​  Feel free to ignore :)

[gottaread2]

Writer's Tag

Replying to this really late but I appreciate it! Thank you @arcanemoody ♡

How many works do you have on AO3?

39

What’s your total AO3 word count?

260,971

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. When Only Bitter Memories Remain (690 kudos)

2. Broken (375 kudos)

3. Forget-me-not (286 kudos)

4. 1001 Riddles (252 kudos)

5. White snow, Red Blood, Black Bird (199 kudos)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

In general, I always respond to comments. I figure if someone is kind enough to take time to comment, I'd like to show my gratitude by answering it and thanking them. I appreciate all my readers, but especially those who comment because it often gives me a new perspective on my work and always makes me feel valued as a writer.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, that's a bit of a tough one. Just in terms of angstiest outcome, I'd have to say Edward's Last Word just because it has character death. But in terms of which fic ending personally gave me the angstiest feels, it's Like It Could Last. Likely because I wrote it as a fix-it to season 4's Ed/Lee plot but still didn't give it a happier ending. It's more of an open ending with a bittersweet note to make it canon compliant.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Although most of my stories have happy endings, no contest. It's gotta be 1001 Riddles. No character deaths (not even the villains), Ed gets a family, and there's a marriage proposal.

Do you write crossovers? If so, What is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Not yet. Maybe someday though :)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope. A few unsolicited critiques but never anything I'd call hate.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I'd have to say no. So far I only have one NSFW chapter of a fic and it only exists as a separate work so any readers who don't want it can skip it. Smut holds little interest for me outside of emotional implications and how sex relates to the overall relationship. If I do write any smut in the future, it will likely be similar to what I did before in Heart's Memory the chapter of the aforementioned fic.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Possibly? I got a comment requesting permission to translate Another Chance once, but I'm unsure if it ever happened.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. It's sounds more difficult to me, so kudos to those who do!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Nygmobblepot!!! They're the first pairing I've ever been this obsessed over. I've gotten obsessed with shows before and even specific characters, but never before a pairing. I finally get what all the hype about shipping is about lol XD

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oof, where do I start? I'm pretty bad about actually finishing my longer fics. I want to finish all of them but not sure when I'll actually do it ^_^' The one I want to finish most is The Devil Went Down to Gotham.

What are your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas for stories is definitely one of my strengths (and my curse because I can't possibly write them all lol). Also dialogue. I've been told that a few times and it's usually the easiest part for me to write.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Completing long WIPs is definitely a struggle. I also have a hard time with describing background. I always have to go back and make sure my characters actually exist in a space and give enough details to make that convincing. I never feel like I'm very effective at it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

For myself, I use it sparingly if at all. I only speak english and don't feel confident about my ability to write dialogue in another language. If I were to inlcude it more frequently, I'd want to find someone who knows the language to help me with it. That said, I think it's really cool when I read other fics with it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Gotham with my first fic being Riddler's Game. I think my writing has improved a lot since then XD

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

That's tough. They're all my babies. Um... okay so I can't choose just one because it depends on if I'm in the mood for something short or something long (yes I re-read my own work lol). For short, Lie in Wait. I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending and I really put Oswald through it in this one XD For long, When Only Bitter Memories Remain. I really put so much into this one and am really proud I finished it ^_^ It also contains some of my favorite dialogue and kisses I've written.

Tagging: @fanfarekid, @artemis099, @mordredllewelynjones, @esperata, @thedreamweaver, @cobblepout, (if y'all want to) and anyone else who wants to play! Yes, that means you!

[thefanficmonster]

Real Friends

Valkyrae & Reader (Male)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: SMAU, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following an accidental and not very consensual face reveal, Y/N’s dealing the sudden shift of the spotlight on him even more than it was before. Being the big deal he is on social media, the internet has every right to be freaking out. Luckily, he’s got a friend to help him cope with it all.

Requested by @iawaythrown Hii! Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for how long it has taken me to complete your request and post it but here it finally is. I’ve never written a SMAU before so this isn’t the classic SMAU format but I still hope you’ll enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

Imagine you end a toxic relationship of almost a year and go to bed feeling like a ton of bricks has been lifted off you, like you can finally breathe properly and like you’re finally getting a taste of freedom. The very freedom you chose to lose by getting in the toxic relationship in the first place. Of course, I didn’t know it was toxic at the time, probably cause it wasn’t, but it gradually turned into a nightmare.

A nightmare that keeps haunting me even after I thought I had put an end to it.

Apparently, that was wishful thinking cause I woke up this morning to find an unbelievable number of notifications and messages from friends, family and my manager and associates. Being in the music industry as a faceless creator, I keep my circle tight and it only consists of people I can trust so to see them all freaking out at me at once, even the most level-headed ones, freaked me out too. Quickly, I opened the first notification I reflexively tapped on and it opened a post in which someone had tagged me.

A picture taken of me while I was asleep, no doubt one taken by my ex. That being said, I think we can all have a guess at who posted it in the first place. I didn’t listen to my manager when he told me to not allow anyone I trust 1000% into my inner circle. I was foolish and at the peak of my career, feeling on top of the world and feeling invincible which was rare for me. I’ve always been insecure about many things in my life, growing up with a lot of judgy people made me be that way. Not to mention that I didn’t want to be the victim of the internet’s racism either. People turn a blind eye most of the time, but it’s still there, it still exists and looms over all social media platforms, disturbing people’s peace left and right.  You see, I didn’t want people to have an opinion of my art based on my appearance or associations with other creators. I’m pretty good friends with many content creators, especially in the gaming industry, but I’ve never wanted to be put in a box as one of the many friends of someone famous. I made a name for myself without anyone knowing who I am exactly.

And now they all know because of this photo that my ex sent to float down the rivers of hungry social media:

Damn am I gonna get an earful from my manager or what. It’s still rater early though and I’m really not about to deal with this drama on a caffeine-free brain so if there are any calls, emails or messages that need answering - and yes, there are PLENTY of them - they’ll all have to wait until I feel like dealing with them. I’m glad I don’t have to keep up this unbothered charade at home since I live alone cause I seriously don’t feel ok with this. I mean, I could probably report it, but what use would that be when my brand now has a face and a huge chunk of my privacy has already surfaced against my will.

As I sit in my kitchen, sipping my coffee, I finally gather the nerve to at least scroll through the notifications that I’ve received. Fans reaching out, relatives, friends, pissed off people that are there just to exist and try to disturb my peaceful existence but all they’re gonna get is a hard DELETE from me. I have offers on top of offers for modeling pending, waiting on my response. I’ve never considered it, being a faceless creator and all, but my manager will definitely want to milk some cash from this too. That thought makes me sigh in defeat. I have no one to blame but myself for trusting my ex. No one made me do it, no one made me let them in, but I still did, fucking myself over insanely. Just like they’ve now fucked me over.

Amongst the sea of notifications and yet to be opened messages, one in particular stands out and makes me do a double take. It’s a message from my friend Rae - Valkyrae, as she’s known online. She’s one of those gamer friends I mentioned earlier, probably the one I’m closest with. Her and I talk on the regular so seeing a message from her in my inbox is nothing unusual so I wonder why that was the one that stuck out to me. Regardless, that’s the only one I feel like opening and replying to at the moment.

V ~ Hey Y/N, you doing ok? This all must be really hard on you so don’t feel obligated to reply. Do so when you can or want to. I’m here if you wanna talk

Of course Rae would be the one to know how I truly feel in a situation like this. I can act and cover up all I want but she knows exactly what’s underneath the surface of my façade. That third eye friends have for each other, it’s incredible.

Me ~ Doing ok. Wasn’t expecting to wake up to this but now that millions of people know what I look like it feels oddly bittersweet, you know? Like I don’t have to go out of my way to hide anymore but I’m also gonna miss that privacy I had while I was a phantom

Me ~ On the upside: people want me to be a model now XD

My message goes to Seen almost write away, the Typing icon appearing shortly after the messages were read. I wait for Rae’s reply, sipping my slowly cooling coffee with little interest due to how invested I am in our conversation. If there’s a person who can make light of this situation, it’s Rae, no doubt about it.

V ~ I know what you mean. It’s not gonna be easy to adjust to but you will get used to it eventually. I’m sure you’ll even grow to like it. Promise you, it’s not that scary to be exposed, there’s literal millions of people who support you wholeheartedly :) 

V ~ Us, your friends, are here too! Never forget that, we’ve always got your back, Y/N!

V ~ Oh and you really should be a model! Whoever’s saying that has got the right idea. Maybe don’t fear this new change, but embrace it! Take this new turn in your life confidently. Sure, it was out of the blue, but do you really want the person who exposed you to feel the satisfaction of bringing you down? That doesn’t sound like you at all tbh

The epiphany strikes me as soon as Rae’s words sink in as I read them. She’s 100% right. The last thing I want is for my ex to think they’ve won. I refuse to give them the pleasure of tasting victory on the expense of my mental health and career progress. In fact, imma show them just how much they benefited me. But first...

Me ~ Thank you so much, Rae. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this eye-opener

Me ~ I owe you one <3

I sure as hell owe her one, but for now I have other battles to win.

Rifling through my gallery, I find one more recent picture and without a shred of doubt or hesitation, I go straight to Instagram to post it.

~ “Since y’all were curious...And since y’all wanna see me model, you’re welcome” ~

Within seconds likes and comments start flowing in like a riptide, taking over my phone that, despite being charged all night, is already at half of its battery life.

I refresh the page with the post to look at the new comments that have come through, all supportive and complimenting me, some are real thirsty and some are incredibly kind. And even in that sea, her comment still sticks out to me, making me grin like an idiot.

“That’s what I was talking about! Work it, Y/N!“

[morifinwes]

Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

modern

this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry." 

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine. 

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

 

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

---

Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

–

based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

*

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

--

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin​! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.” 

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again… 

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through. 

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands. 

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then... 

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some. 

Sincerest thanks, (y/n). 

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother. 

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed. 

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.” 

----------------

“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked. 

You smiled, “Dare.” 

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.” 

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare. 

Dearest (y/n), 

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu. 

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you. 

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too. 

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD  

(y/n) 

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well. 

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever! 

Atsumu. 

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter. 

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day. 

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with. 

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…” 

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.” 

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.” 

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt. 

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu…  ya know how to fix this?” 

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!” 

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!” 

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment. 

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered. 

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.” 

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…” 

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it. 

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one. 

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really. 

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out. 

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.” 

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?” 

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago. 

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned. 

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…” 

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them? 

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too. 

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder” 

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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@omgkalyppso AND @bylaudelekha tagged me in this Fic Writing Tag Game! It’s been great seeing other replies to this. Like a one stop shop for friends’ fics! :D Consider yourself tagged if you want to take this chance to talk about your own writing.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have several all-time favorites lol. In terms of ships I have written for, my favorite ships are Ferdinand/Hubert, (FETH), Zuko/Katara (ATLA), and Doug/Dylas (Rune Factory 4).

How many works do you have on AO3?

269. 

What's your total AO3 word count?

519,774. I should have posted one more fic before answering this just to bump it to 520k. Oh well XD

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Across ALL my AO3 fics since 2014:

What Do You Know About Me? (LazyTown Sportacus/Robbie)

Saying It First (LazyTown Sportacus/Robbie)

Choosing (Avengers Tony/Steve)

The Whims of the Universe (Marvel Cinematic Universe Tony/Loki)

The Ballad of the Princess and the Commoner (Fire Emblem: Three Houses Ferdibert)

I... keep forgetting about Choosing. That was a gift fic that kinda blew up. Shame I haven’t written much else for Avengers. However the movies ended, it’s a fun Universe to play in.

(more below the cut for interested parties. And if you fill this out, tag me so I can see!)

Do you reply to comments, why or why not?

I used to be good about replying because I know I like it when authors replied to my comments. But I’ve slipped these last few months. 

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I had two whole paragraphs listed here originally to talk about two angsty fics that I intend/did intend to follow up with happy endings-- and then I remembered “24th Garland Moon” (FETH) which is, to date, the SADDEST THING I have ever written. Fluffy and hurt/comfort are my wheelhouse so writing something so different was kinda nice. Also devastating. I recommend stepping out of your genre comfort zone from time to time to give your readers whiplash. 

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Many of my Lazytown prompt fills had saccharine endings just due to the nature of the show (it’s geared towards younger children if you’ve never heard of it). “Something There That Wasn’t There Before”, my Lazytown Beauty and the Beast AU, feels like the happiest ending to me because 1) EVERYONE in that story got a happy ending, even the person in the role of the ‘villain’; and 2) it was over 25 chapters so the ending felt well deserved after everything the characters went through.

Do you write crossovers?

I think about them more than I write them. Is my Felix/Ferdinand Pokemon fic “Some Curry, Some Company” technically a crossover? Sometimes the line between AU and crossover is blurry to me lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

On AO3, no. I’ve received some annoying comments like ones that just say “update plz” on four year old fics (this is rude and don’t do it). But no one on AO3 has left hate. On fanfiction dot net I DID get one or two ‘flames’-- more for my ships than my writing. I don’t know if that’s better.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ve tried my hand at it once or twice but I’ve never published anything. All fairly vanilla. Doesn’t mean my face didn’t turn scarlet >////< 

[Side note: I’ve always felt it would shock my readers if I ever posted smut. All my fics are PG-13 for violence at most so I don’t feel like my ‘audience’ would go for anything more? And apart from trying my hand at something totally different, there’s no real reason for me to learn how to write smut-- most of my fanfic ideas don’t involve sex and so far none of my original story ideas have to do with sex either. Am I overthinking this? Should I just “write badly” and see where it goes? Am I considering other people too much? Vote now on your phones.]

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! In my early days of FF.net, there was someone who had a very similar start to her story as I did, and apparently fans of my fic left angry comments on hers staying I had stolen the idea. She reached out to me to apologize (which was the first I heard of it) and explained she hadn’t meant to copy me-- she hadn’t even ever read my story! Given that I had spoofed my story concept from someone else, I didn’t hold anything against her. She was a good writing buddy for a while actually. 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked to translate my fic “Choosing” into Russian but I’m having trouble remembering if that actually happened.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I doubt I will. I’ve talked about stories with people and been inspired by others, often giving them credit in the author’s note for the fic idea, but my writing process is too chaotic to co with anyone.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

“The Whims Of The Universe”, my soulmate AU Frostiron fic. I still want to finish it but every year I feel like I get farther from doing so. Is “I misplaced my notes and am too lazy to look hard for them” a good enough excuse? Let’s hope so. 

What are your writing strengths?

Readers of both my fanfics and original stories have complimented my dialogue. People also tell me I capture character voices really well, which is always nice to hear but hits especially well if I struggled with that particular story. 

My goal is to turn my vocabulary into a strength. In college I got knocked a lot for lack of variety in my word choice. It would be easy to blame this on my struggles with spelling (I tend to lean on the same words over and over since I know I can spell them) but at a certain point I had to accept I was being lazy. OneLook has helped, and so has just taking my time when editing. Last year I saw improvement in my vocabulary and I hope that continues! 

What are you writing weaknesses?

Describing characters is haaaard, especially in original stories where I can’t rely on the reader knowing what the character looks like to begin with. In fanfic I can say “Katara wore a black coat and thick boots” but I don’t have to tell you she has tan skin, dark hair, and blue eyes. I find it hard to work in character description organically. Sometimes it just turned into a list of traits. 

Outfits are hard too because not only do I not have any fashion sense, I have trouble naming the article of clothing I’m even imagining. Picture references help but I have more than once had to google the same word because I just plain forget what I looked up yesterday.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it’s fun to incorporate if it feels right for the character/moment. In my Lazytown fics I frequently used Icelandic for “Elvish” terms of endearment. As long as the reader can surmise the meaning or intend based on context, I think those kinds of words can stay untranslated. But if there’s no reason two characters should be speaking English and you still want to have the reader understand them, using italics or adding “turning to his grandmother, Mark switched to Spanish” works for me.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Avatar: The Last Airbender. Good times :3

What's your favorite fic you've written? What’s a fic you wrote that you love but hasn’t been mentioned in this game yet?

“Haunts Me Faithfully” (FETH) was a concept I wanted to write for a long while-- non-Crimson Flower Ferdibert is such a flavor. Ghosts are a fascinating thing to write and there’s so many different ways to take them. I still enjoy rereading this one.

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[Image Description: Dr. Boris Habit from Smile For Me, standing in a kitchen and leaning on the counter with a mug in hand. He is a tall man with green skin, long red curly hair in a ponytail, and red eyes with orange sclera. He is wearing an orange button-up shirt with a yellow floral pattern and blue pants. He is holding a purple mug with a pink flower printed on the side in one hand and a spoon in the other, and his mouth is scrunched in such a way to imply some of the mug's contents is inside, while the rest of his face looks worried about what flavor he may be experiencing. Behind him on the countertop are three containers labeled "Sugar", "Salt", and "T" (presumably "Tea", the rest blocked by Boris's body), and the one labeled "Salt" is opened. End ID.]

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“Sucks that you’re gonna have to make another cup, but I guess that’s how it goes sometimes,” Kamal said with a shrug. “I can go get your glasses for you if you want so you don’t make the same goof again, I think I remember where you keep ‘em...”

“Um...no thank you,” Boris said, continuing to stir his tea. “I think I will ‘try’ it like This first. I might like it saltie, you never know.”

“You sure about that?” Kamal asked.

Boris shrugged. “Worth a Shot.” He took a long sip of the salty peppermint tea and held it in his mouth for a bit, pondering the odd flavor combination. It didn’t take too long before he began to let out a whine of disgust and shook his head fervently, and it was all he could do to prevent himself from spitting it out into the kitchen sink. He forced himself to swallow the foul fluid, then immediately grabbed a clean glass and filled it with water to flush out the terrible taste.

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The Ties That Bind 21 of ???

Dawn had begun to kiss the tree tops by the time we finally stumbled into the tent. Zane had walked with us, the tight circle of weary soldiers keeping a firm wall between us and the remaining… spectators? Celebrants? My head whirled with exhaustion and the dancing, the entire clearing seeming somehow disconnected from reality. Serpiente and avian soldiers—guards--went about making breakfasts or finally getting some sleep, and the avians that had wandered in from the Keep wandered back out to do whatever it was they did. Bakers, jewelers, farmers, scholars—all had seemed uniformly anonymous last night. All had been simply avian, simple those curious and brave enough to come dancer with serpents. It gave me some hope, but for later. For now, all I wanted was a bed.

Or a bedroll, in this case.

Someone had gathered something behind the scenes while Zane and I had danced, producing a mound of blankets that surely more than one pair of tired friends could need. Who was going cold tonight, I wondered, to make sure their impulsive queen had somewhere to sleep? I chided myself for not thinking of it, but much like my budding hope, exhausted swept every thought away that wasn’t directly related to laying down and sleeping.

Apparently Andreios was somehow not as tired as me.

“Lay down, Rei.”

The words gave way to a yawn, as I patted the bedroll that was clearly normally his. It had been laid out with neat, orderly precision—which had only underscored the cobbled-togetherness of what had been scrounged for me.

“It’s hardly--”

“Lay down.”

This time I spoke firmly, though admittedly not with as much authority as I would have if I were addressing a crowd.

“The longer you argue, the longer you keep me from a much needed rest. Come lay beside me and sleep. That’s all I ask.”

He extinguished the lamp, still necessary under the thick gloom that always clung to the trees in the early hours, and I heard him moving about with the automatic motions of long habit. It was easy to forget sometimes that all of the Royal Flight started out as common soldiers. Those as skilled as Rei moved up quickly, but he’d still done his time out in the fields. I wondered what memories sleeping out here stirred for him now.

On impulse, I went ahead and asked.

“What are you thinking?”

Rei sighed, the long, low, weary sound of someone finally laying their body down to rest.

“I’m trying not to,” he finally answered.

“I’m sorry,” I said, thought the soft laughter in my tone made me sound anything but. “I know I just said we should sleep, but you know I’ve never been one to drift off so easily.”

He hummed a non-answer, followed by more shifting. His voice was startling closer when he spoke again.

“I’m trying,” he said carefully, “not to think about how many nights we’ve spent together like this, or some configuration like it. I’m trying not to think about how you’ve been avoiding me since our kiss. And I’m trying,”

He rolled over again, the dark shadow of him propped up next to me disappearing just as I’d started to make it out in the dimness of the pre-dawn light.

“Not to think about whether you came out here for me tonight, or him.”

His words floored me, rushed up and struck me with as much force as the ground had earlier when I’d collapsed. I was reeling, and the sound of my own heart thundered in my ears so loudly I nearly didn’t hear my own reply.

“I… what?”

“I saw the way you laughed when you danced with him, Danica. That was more than simply putting on a good show to keep folks from worrying.”

“I was having a good time! The first good time I’ve had in… skies, who even knows? Is it a crime to laugh, Andreios?”

“No, I--”

He cut off with a frustrated sound. He tried again, with that careful, measured, avian calm that I knew so well. I suddenly understood why Zane asked me not to use it. Rei felt a million miles away as he said,

“I overstepped. I’m sorry, Shardae.”

I couldn’t breathe past the tightness in my throat. I didn’t know what Rei was talking about it, but I wanted to mend whatever this rift was before it split any wider.

Cautiously, ready to pull away if he rebuffed me, I reached my hand out.

With a start, I realized Rei’s chest was bare. My hand lay on the fever hot smoothness of his chest, no shirt or coat or blanket between.

I willed my hand to relax.

“Rei… please. Come back. Don’t relegate me to another duty. Not tonight.”

I felt his shoulders stiffen, then relax by deliberate degrees. He turned over to face me, but cupped his hand over mine to keep it in place. That one simple motion filled me with warmth from my head to my toes.

“You’re never a duty, Danica. Whatever else we are or aren’t, I am not your guard out of mere duty.”

My throat was thick and tight with emotion, my tongue wooden and clumsy in my mouth. What could I possibly say to that? There were no words a monarch could give to their guardsman that would ring with the same echo of devotion, no words a friend could give to their dearest companion to match the pure, desperate love he’d implied. There was no poetry in me to equal the surging of my heart, the fierce ache that sprung up inside me.

But there was another way my lips could speak.

Carefully, so carefully, I leaned forward. My nose brushed the edge of his jaw, hard and prickly from a day’s worth of stubble. I smiled at the thought of it, my immaculate guardsman coming undone from chasing his mad queen across the forests. I followed that line of stubble, trying to orient myself on his face. It was hardly than I’d anticipated, kissing. There were so many moving parts to line up, so many noses and chins and edges. It should have been simple, but I found I didn’t really mind exploring my way across Rei’s face until I found his lips.

He let me kiss him, and my heart soared even higher. This was what I’d wanted our first kiss to be. I chased him down onto the bedroll, pushing softly where my hand still pressed against his chest. I don’t if it was shock or exhaustion, or an attempt at apology for pushing things too quickly the first time. But the way Rei let me kiss him now was perfect, and I rewarded him for it by lingering, letting our breaths mingle as I hovered above him for just an instant, savoring.

“Dani—”

I pressed my lips to his again. Whatever it was he wanted to say, he could find a way to do it with his lips, or hands. I was done talking for tonight.

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