#i started writing the au but 😅😅😅

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I will continue doing these every time I am tagged, no matter what. I love WIP games the most lol. This time, I was tagged by @scoops-aboy86 whose own fic I am so very much looking forward to reading.

My word was: URCHIN

🔞18+ content below, so as always, MDNI🔞

U

Unlike his former owner, Munson wasn’t an idiot. He couldn’t be to get to where he was now. An idiot would only get themselves killed. Case in point: Carmine “the Uber Dead Asshole” Porzio, gone and soon to be forgotten in the year of our father…Christ, whatever year it was nowadays.

From a so far untitled mafia au scene

R

Robin at least had the decency to wait until after he had dropped the kids off before grilling him for details. Of course, as soon as he mentioned joysticks she had covered her ears and loudly made sounds of disgust, telling him that never mind, she didn’t want to hear about his weird sex adventures after all.

From “Can’t Fight This Feeling” (I’ll finish this fic one of these days, I swear)

C

Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.

From “Ruin Me”

H

Harrington bared his teeth and growled. “Look, are you going to fuck me or not, Munson. I haven’t got all night.”

From “Ruin Me”

I

“I was also a favorite, sir,” Mona says, making Steve wonder what in the I-am-Spartacus hell was going on. Still, warmth and fondness for his girls spread through him quickly as he looked around and noticed every last one of them had bunched muscles indicating preparation for movement. For him.

From untitled mafia au scene

N

Now, thrown into the cold and damp cell below the pirate bastards’ deck, the knot at the back of his head from where his father had clobbered him still throbbed painfully.

From “Stranger Tides: The Pirate King and the Freak” chapter 2

We’ve got some wips repeats here, but goodness it’s getting harder and harder with some of these letters 😅 especially with longer words

Passing this along now with: QWERTY 😈

My hostage hotties to make them read everything I write: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

No pressure participation tags: @fkinkindagauche @steddieassheg0es @estrellami-1 @eddiethebrave @augustjustice

I honestly keep forgetting who I’ve tagged before in these games so if I’ve already tagged you lol oops my bad 🤭 just pick what word you wanna do or do both of them muahahaha

[elitadream]

Hi! I saw @living-the-dream-yall's ask and just wanted to say I 100% agree! Your interpretations of these characters are one of a kind and captivating, and the art is top tier. I confess, I've stared at some of your artwork longer than I usually do, and tried to take some inspiration from it on a few occasions. For example, I contemplated your beautiful drawing of the Mario Bros. touching foreheads for a while before attempting to draw that gesture for the first time myself.

My first encounter with your art was when I found @drones-of-innocence's fic Sing For Absolution (came for the Muse reference, stayed for the incredible writing and art alike). And by now I'm pretty sure that I've seen every piece you've ever shared.

Like I told you before, a big fan of yours here :D I just admire your art style and characterization so much, and don't even get me started on your amazing Body Swap AU. It's so good! I love how many fanworks were inspired by it.

No matter what direction you're taking your blog now, I just want you to know how much I appreciate all that you've created and shared. It's so nice to finally be able to tell you all of this directly, and thank you so much for becoming my mutual. I'm not exaggerating when I say it's an honor!

Wow, thanks a lot!! 🤩 I really appreciate the wonderful feedback. Knowing you've taken inspiration from my work is incredibly flattering. ☺️💖 And omg the body-swap AU! x3 That was a fun one haha, and people's participation made it even better. 🙌

I did keep everything up for a while before taking it all down, so you're probably right! The only pieces you guys haven't seen are the ones I had finished but hadn't yet posted before my batteries abruptly went dead. >< If anything, it was a sure sign I needed to slow down. 👀😅

Thank you again for leaving such a nice and thoughtful message. I keep some very fond memories of my time spent in the Mario fandom as a creator and it's thanks to all of you. 🤗✨ Also you're very welcome! It was my pleasure. 😁

[crabsnpersimmons]

New 'Do, Same You now on Ao3!!

it's here! my silly hairdresser AU that sparked from my silly page of doodles is now a fic!! i hope you'll give it a read!

In the mood for something new? Come on in for a new hairdo! Day or night, dusk or dawn, Find what you're looking for at the Shooting Star Salon!

EDIT: they're handing out coupons for the salon! 20% off all services! Not valid with other offers. Valid until end of January 2025. (some of them are drawn in crayon by Clip himself 🖍️)

[vampirecatprince]

I can't believe it's only been a little over a week since I was beat over the head with this AU idea?

[savvylittlecoxswain]

“Not in tune yet. I’ll get ’em there, Coach.”

[good-beanswrites]

That LCSYS and OoA crossover got me wondering about Fuuta.

How does he feel about being in Mahiru's place and Amane being in his place? How does he act around them?

How does he act during his interrogation?

Poor guy isn't cut out for this role, but he's doing his best! I had some format fun with this one -- I took your OoA chapter of his interrogation and put Fuuta's LCSyS thoughts in between, I think it worked out well! I discovered some new things about Fuuta's mindset in the au through the process of writing, it was really interesing :0

(Trigger warnings for suicidal thoughts, including a brief mention of Haruka's situation. There's also something about Fuuta repeatedly stopping Es from getting Shidou.)

Fuuta heard Es' footsteps approaching. He took a measured breath. In and out. His exhale trembled a bit from nerves. He figured he could use that to his advantage.

Es entered the cell and took in the layout. Fuuta was propped up in a hospital bed, his neck and torso securely braced and his left arm in a sling. He was kneading a Jackalope stress toy with his right hand, digging his nails into it. More stress toys stood on the table to his right, and Es almost tripped on one a few feet ahead. As Fuuta saw Es approaching, he dropped what he was holding and swatted the rest out of his reach.

"Been a… while, Warden," Fuuta said. Es was expecting more malice in his tone, but he sounded like his life force was draining.

Fuuta hadn't liked the idea of playing the damsel in distress. He wasn't some sickly bedridden patient with a quivering voice and trembling limbs. Thankfully, Mahiru and Mikoto had talked him into taking a different angle: some of their favorite books and movies featured a battle-weary hero, weak from the fight and scorning the cowards that didn't fight alongside him. That seemed doable, he thought. He put an extra pant into his breath, hoping to evoke the thought of messy wounds from his brawl with Kotoko.

"Fuuta… you…" They pulled a chair to the side of the table and took a seat. "Are you okay?"

That's their opening? What kind of fucking question is that?

He kept Mahiru's pointers in his head, picturing a bloodied and bandaged knight, or maybe an action hero resting up after getting riddled with bullets. He forced his voice to come out more tired than he felt.

"…look like it?" Fuuta responded. If he was angry, his voice did a terrible job of showing it.

Es didn't know how to respond. Do I look like it? was obviously a rhetorical question, but they needed to show some tact.

After a moment, Fuuta spoke up again. "…look awful… don't I?"

Still unsure of what to say, Es nodded slightly.

Heh. Good. Time to twist the knife a bit. Play the confident card, make them feel guilty. They'll see how strong I am -- how strong I've always been -- and what a mistake it was to let me fall so far.

"Could've been worse. Could've died."

Es stared down, pondering their next words. Several seconds passed.

Fuuta watched them. He felt a sinking in his stomach. Their sullen silence wasn't what he'd been anticipating. He wouldn't have been satisfied with a lot of possible responses, but he'd still been expecting something. Where was their respect? Their remorse? Their pity? Anything? He reached his arm out.

A loud knock on the table got their attention.

"Oi… talking to you." Fuuta's irritated glare met Es as they lifted their head.

"I'm sorry," they said, "I'm… I'm not sure what I can say."

"Don't know what to say? I almost died because of… you don't know… Even so, it's a miracle I … If Shidou had taken any longer, would've been over for me. Don't blame him, though.

I think I've said too much -- Shidou said only a few sentences at a time...

It was impossible to keep it short, though. Es just told him that they have nothing to say in defense of his near-death. Did he really mean so little to Es that they wouldn't even dignify him with an explanation?

"…Oi, say something."

"Sor-"

"Sorry won't cut it." Fuuta sounded more pained than angry.

That was easier to accomplish now that he was actually feeling some pain. After everything, all Es had to say was a half-hearted "sorry."

So, they really don't care about me...

Es took a breath. "…Kotoko did this to you?"

Well then, I guess I'll just have to make them care.

"No sh… agh…" Fuuta gasped for air.

"Fuuta!" Es got up and walked to his side. "I'll go get Shidou-"

"Don't!" Fuuta's eyes betrayed his desperation.

Only when my pain is thrown directly in my face do they give a damn. And they were going running off to Shidou, anyway! Though maybe...

After they locked eyes for a few moments, Fuuta let out a chuckle. "Look … you … down on me, like always. Must be so happy to see…"

"I- no, I'm not. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't think Kotoko would-"

"Beat me to near-death? What'd you expect … you affirmed her…"

"I…"

"…thought she wouldn’t have … same crime here in…"

It seemed Es was finally listening, finally trying to open themself to him. And all of the sudden, Fuuta hated it. He felt paranoid under their gaze. He wasn't sure if it was fear of them seeing through his false injuries, or fear of another judgement from them. Regardless, he felt his pulse race with the way they were watching him.

"Oi, quit standing… staring…"

"I’m sorry, I didn't think-"

"Useless… apology…"

But what else could Es do besides apologize? Stand their ground and contradict Fuuta while he was in that pitiful state?

Fuuta was tired of their weak apologies. If Es had the conviction to name him guilty, they should toughen up and admit it.

With a deep breath, Fuuta forced himself to stay slumped into the bedsheets. He was getting riled up, but couldn't afford to look to strong.

"Really didn't think it'd… turn out… Me too. All I did… call some bad person out… say what's wrong was wrong…"

Es' gaze had become intense again. Those eyes, staring into his. Studying his injuries. Studying his expression.

Staring.

Staring.

Staring.

"Their reasons were b-" Fuuta gasped and clutched his chest. Es began to turn towards the door, but Fuuta grabbed their cape with his right hand.

Why can't they just offer help themself? Why do they go running off to someone else at the first sign of trouble? Am I really so disliked they can't face me?

Es swatted his hand away. "Hey, you can't just grab me like that."

"Don't dare…"

"Fine, I won't get Shidou. Yet." Es stood in place and waited for Fuuta to regain his voice.

Fuuta pretended to catch his breath, using the time to muster up something to say. If he wasn't so insistent on Es taking some responsibility for themself, he'd consider letting them call Shidou and just end this whole interrogation. He was ready to jump up and start swinging.

He itched to leap out of bed and give Es a real piece of his mind. He repeated the others' advice and pleading for him to keep his temper in check for the sake of the experiment. He thought of Amane -- how eagerly she awaited her own interrogation. All of this had been her plan, after all. As miserable as he was, he wouldn't ruin everything before she got her turn.

No, I will not steal her trial.

"You judged me… said I was unforgivable… without the whole story… How's that any different?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's so hypo- khh!" Fuuta slammed his hand on the table, trying to play it off as an emphasis, but that didn't mask his pain.

"Careful, Fuuta! You'll hurt-" Es gave up on that concern when Fuuta glared.

Pssh, like they actually care.

"Someone died because of you. You're saying I'm the same?"

"I didn't think they'd die!"

"But you knew people would dogpile them."

"I wasn't acting alone. Anyone else… out of my control… Why'd you pick me…"

"Milgram has judged-"

"Milgram doesn't make any f-"

Maybe Es should have put their foot down and called Shidou regardless of Fuuta's wishes. But something compelled them to hear him out. "Don't push yourself."

He tried to gauge if they were being sincere. He wasn't sure if he only mistook it as genuine concern since he was hoping for that so very badly.

Fuuta was clearly annoyed, but he took a breath and continued. "Still don't see it? We're just the same!"

"Me? The same as you?" Es couldn't deny Fuuta's point. They both made their judgments without thinking that someone could be seriously hurt—or dead.

That's got their mind turning, huh? I've got 'em now -- even if they don't feel like taking responsibility for my condition, I can subtly get them to take responsibilty for anothers'.

Fuuta was not known for his subtlety.

"I'll tell you. They were just in middle school. Maybe closer to Amane… than you…"

"Amane…" Es already knew this from what they gleaned from Fuuta's first video, but it didn't register how close in age their victims were. Wait, why were they thinking of Amane as a victim? "Amane… huh… I noticed you two have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"You kidding? Don't change the subject... You don't talk about her like… Only one who cared before everything went to hell. You made her go through it. Decided she wasn't forgivable… painted a target… She could've died too! Then we'd be exactly…"

"Don't put me on the same level as you."

He took another moment to calm himself. His "broken" arm clenched into a fish underneath the blankets. It made sense that Es wouldn't want to talk about the other prisoners during his interrogation, but their avoidance of Amane made his blood boil.

"Are you not-"

"I'm just doing my job. Nobody told you to go online and decide who are bad people and harass them. You made a game out of judgment. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Fuuta laughed at Es for still failing to acknowledge their similarities. Then he winced in pain. Then he kept laughing and mocking Es for taking their job seriously.

It was difficult to keep up the act the whole time, but he was always quick to recover each time he slipped up. He was doing this for the others. All hope for himself was lost, but at least he could do this for the others.

Es snapped back. A pointless, cyclical conversation. Fuuta stopped Es from calling Shidou no less than three times.

If he had to sit here and suffer through this interrogation, so did Es.

Eventually, the bell brought the conversation to a halt.

Silence.

Why was Fuuta so quiet?

"Hey… Fuuta?" Es leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes seemed glassy, and he seemed to be breathing more slowly. "Fuuta… I'll go get-"

"Don't. Not worth…"

"Worth what?"

"If you're not going to… forgive… what's the point… living?"

Fuuta would just chalk it up to getting too in-character, when the others asked.

"Don't say-"

"Everything hurts so much."

This feeling of betrayal. Of loneliness. The fact that I was the first named unforgiven. The fact that I'd be the first attacked, making me the victim -- not a hero, nor a warrior. The fact that you knew all along. You knew I was none of those things. You saw right through my act, to the real me, the one who is a victim. And that's why you acted the way that you did. You're trying to do your job without hurting me any more, as if I'm something fragile to be handled carefully. And that hurts most of all.

To keep things on track, he added,

"Painkillers don't help… Strange wonder I survived. Is it really worth it?"

"Worth it…" What could Es even say about that? Anything they could think of was either more unwanted pity or…

A cold accusation that Fuuta was bargaining his life for forgiveness. Es's thoughts flitted back to Haruka's interrogation- no, that comparison was unfair. Haruka's loaded intentions were worlds away from Fuuta's resignation. How could Es dare…

"I understand… this job requires resolve…"

"Resolve? You really have resolve… just kill me. With your own two hands. Don't hide behind the rules."

Look who's talking...

"I can't do that. I can't sink to the prisoners' level. It's my job as the warden to make a fair judgement. I… I have to judge each and every one of you… no matter how much they plead, cry, or bargain… even if they are dying right in front of me."

"What is even the point? You give a damn about my life, forgive me! If not, kill me… get it over with."

The words came tumbling out. Fuuta tried not to think so hard about what he was saying. It was all in character. That was it.

For some reason, he got the sinking sensation that he'd be pulled aside later to explain himself. He wasn't sure who'd get to him first. Yuno? Shidou? Kotoko? Now that he thought about it, it would probably be Mahiru.

"Bargaining tactics won't work with me."

"Not like I care. Or… if I get out of this alive, I'll… kill… you…"

"Fine by me. If we truly are the same, then I'll have had it coming. Now, Prisoner no. 3, Fuuta, sing your sins."

Fuuta breathed a sigh of relief.

Fucking finally...

[daffi-990]

Sickest, Sexiest Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the amazing @rainbow-nerdss and @thewolvesof1998. Thank you friends! 😘

Rules: Post the sentence from the last seven days that you're most proud of, then tag some other folks to share the fun.

This is from a buddie fantasy au I may or may not be writing 👀

The string that bound their souls together no longer pulled tight, instead it lay loose and frayed, cut by the hands of death. A broken scream rips out of his throat and his magic explodes.

Tagging (no pressure to play): @lover-of-mine @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @forthewolves @eddiebabygirldiaz @callmenewbie @callaplums @wikiangela @loserdiaz

[elialys]

i actually don't hate my chapter anymore??

[cuppajj]

I posted 1,744 times in 2022

That's 474 more posts than 2021!

1,096 posts created (63%)

648 posts reblogged (37%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,741 of my posts in 2022

#cjj askbox - 676 posts

#reblog - 375 posts

#cjj arts - 331 posts

#drillburst - 244 posts

#not my oc - 224 posts

#sentient lost light au - 223 posts

#maccadam - 212 posts

#not my art - 211 posts

#ask game - 208 posts

#lovely anon - 201 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#also i’m not the best person to come to when it comes to the specific topics in it; i’m not in that group so my opinions shouldn’t be valued

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The megop shippers are gonna go absolutely feral with earthspark megatron and optimus on the same side I tell you

1,193 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#4

See the full post

1,279 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#3

when he x2

[Youtube Link]

1,484 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

may the light guide us both!

1,950 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

uhh did anyone tell him the ship was sentient

2,533 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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[exquisiteagony]

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[f1-stuff]

uhm, it’s like- i’m supposed to be asleep and i’m not even properly functioning right now because i’m OVERWHELMED.

i’ve just finished reading your last work and it is so mesmerisingly good it has made me feel things. i went from a painful nausea to feeling a sense of relief so deep i genuinely thought i had stopped breathing through the entire reading session and then came back to breathing as usual, except that i was breathing even better than before because everything fell into place and- oh, i’m such a sl*t for happy endings.

i don’t know if any of the things i’ve written so far even make sense. i hope they do. i have so many questions about some of your choices (in a good way!) and i loved your writing.

i loved the way you described the emotions and the way you developed the story because it all works. it all works, it all makes sense, it all has a meaning. everything is so divinely perfect it seems real. like- if someone were to tell me “EHY, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING SOMEWHERE OUT THERE- MAYBE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE” i would totally believe them.

i have so many more compliments to make but i really don’t know how to express them anymore.

perfect. just perfect. everything you wrote is beautiful and worth of the time you dedicate to it and people dedicated to reading it.

thank you for writing it. never stop writing.

you have a gift ❤️

i will be eagerly waiting for other works of yours to be published ❤️

😳😭❤️

Don't know what else to say, but I grinned the whole way through reading this. Smooching you anon!!!!!

[sunnys-sonnets]

After seeing the art that inspired you- why Hint Of Magic? how was that idea even formed, how did you come up with all the world-building and the smut? (I am always in awe)

I remember looking at the art and trying to make it make sense. And that made a story come of it. A fairy sitting on a knight's shoulder? How did that come to be? Especially with this pairing? Shouldn't they hate each other? Why don't they hate each other? No one is stopping them? Or maybe these meetings and "relationship" is a secret that they both want to keep. But why would Heimdall care about a random fairy? There has to be an incentive for him to keep seeing and meeting with this fairy until they're going to eventually get along. Alright. Give Heimdall a mission from Odin. Easy. Gather fairy dust. They fairies? They're like the Jotunar in GoW. Dangerous and mysterious. But Atreus cute and sweet so Heimdall would have to find it endearing eventually. Their relationship grows, oh no, but they are enemies and Heimdall knows it'll never work and Atreus is stuck in the forest never to leave it even if he wanted to. Boom plotline scraped from cute fanart and GoW.

Ploy's artwork for sure inspired me (and other artists too!) and I think I wanted more of it or stuff like it. And at the time, I needed some variety in what I was writing, I needed a little break from "Mischief and Foresight" so I devised a plan. If I made a fanfiction on the artwork and it was well-liked and well-received then that would mean that more fanart would be made of it, right? Wrong and egotistical. But it was super fun to write and then Lore accidentally kept coming up and it kept expanding??? Like, pretty sure it was going to only have like one or two chapters but it kept growing and I still hope people like it but I often leave it to the side since it's just a side AU

[cats-inthe-cradle]

Hi, I was just wondering if you have an AO3 account?

I just heard about your Morro Lives AU and I think it sounds so cool. I would love to read it, but I'm not sure if you've written it yet...

I love fics like this, with Morro somehow surviving and/or being resurrected and going through a redemption arc and oh my gosh you got me ranting. Nice.

Hi! I do, my AO3 is Cats_inthe_Cradle but, uhh, currently all I have up is a handful of star wars fics I did a while ago 😅

But! I do plan to add some ninjago stuff to it eventually and I'm definitely planning to write my Morro lives au! So far all I've written for it is one scene that takes place in season 13 that's floating around here somewhere, so you might have seen that. I actually had plans to sit down today this evening and start working on writing the first chapter for it! (Or at least get an outline for the first chapter written up). I can't promise that I'll get it up on AO3 anytime soon but I'll definitely try and share little snippets as I write and I'll be sure to tag you (if you'd like) when I do eventually get the first chapter up! In the meantime you can expect more art and ramblings for both my Morro lives au and other stuff 😁

I do too, anything Morro redemption and I'm immediately hooked, I just can't get enough of him 😂 one fic I read that really helped inspire my Morro lives au is There's Always Tomorro it's very well written and one of my favorites. If you're looking for Morro redemption you should definitely go check it out if you haven't already!

I'm glad you're enjoying my au so far 😊

[diazevan]

My 911 Hunger Games AU is officially the first fanfiction I've ever discussed with a famous author 😳

[notanodinarygirl]

A random idea.

Where a prince Ezra falls in love with a princess Sabine.

It's Ezra's POV.

I know there are many grammatical errors.

Apologies.

Writing is definitely not my speciality.

[letsgetitblog]

i was scrolling through ur blog and omg i saw that post u made about michael b jordan being raph’s human version. tell me why we have the same brain ?? its either him or trevante rhodes tbh. i think i could see lamar johnson or yahya abdul mateen as leo and ashton sanders as mikey ❤️ i struggle on don though to bffr lmk what you think !

STOP ITT ALL THE ACTORS THAT YOU MENTIONED FITS THEM SO PERFECTLY OMGGGG ( i don't know who abdul is tho- i need to watch candyman my god)

And yea Don is a the tricky one- like dang ☠️

But- but hear me out- winston duke? But its bayverse raph's human version 👀👀👀?

edit: OMG WAIT DONNIE COULD BE TYLER JAMES WILLIAMS