#i want to keep them separate from the archives' characters

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Georgie sounds like she may be without a Melanie and I am devastated.

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Dog with No Teeth // Chapter One

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings (MDNI): post-apocalypse au, swearing, canon-typical violence, threatening language, death of a minor character

Word Count: 4.6k

On a scavenging run, two unknown groups arrive unannounced. Through the gunfire, you’re separated, cornered, captured. A skull-faced Lieutenant makes a decision, changing your life forever.

Chapter Two

ao3 // main masterlist // dog with no teeth masterlist

Eden is a home.

It is a person. A place. A community

It is the scent of old musty books, and the quiet peace before the rising dawn.

You work by candlelight in the silent hours, an open book resting on the table in front of you. Wearing gloves to protect it, you carefully turn the page, gaze scanning the faded lettering. Most of it is legible, and with some time and care, you’ll be able to replicate it on new paper with fresh ink.

Preservation.

Not of your mortal life and those that live in your community, but the preservation of humanity, culture, and human history. Five years since the world fell apart, and yet you remain, carrying on with purpose, restoring books, transcribing those that are close to falling apart, and keeping records of the years that came before.

It is enjoyable, fulfilling work but you serve a greater need to your community. Here, within your sanctuary of several hundred people, you provide them entertainment and education. The children come to you for picture books and story time, and the adults visit when they need an escape.

You are but one piece of a large whole.

“What are you doing here so early?”

You glance up, smiling at your assistant. “Could ask the same,” you laugh, pushing back from the table. Standing, you remove your gloves and set them next to the book.

Sam, your archiving assistant yawns. “Thought I’d get here early since you’re going out today with Zac and his group.” They rub at their eyes. “Shouldn’t you be at the gate already?”

“Shit,” you mutter, checking the mechanical clock hanging on the wall. Sam is right. You should be at the gate right now. “Double shit,” you groan.

Sam laughs and reaches for their own gloves. “I’ll handle this.” Putting them on, Sam settles into your chair. “We doing a refurb on this?”

“No,” you say, running around the room, grabbing your jacket and backpack. “Some of the pages are too faded. Binding is also bust.”

“Transcribe then,” murmurs Sam, gently closing the book to inspect the integrity of the cover. “Where are you going again?”

“Zac mentioned a small town they scoped out. No activity.” You walk over to Sam, yanking your jacket on. “He said there’s a library.”

Sam’s head pops up. “Seriously?”

You nod excitedly. “Said the place was locked up tight. Windows still intact.”

“Untouched?” asks Sam, eyebrows rising in surprise. You nod. Sam whistles lowly. “What a fucking find.”

“I know!” you exclaim. “Could really use some encyclopedias.”

“And dictionaries,” adds Sam longingly.

Tugging on the front of your jacket and then smoothing the front, you zip it up. “Zac said I can bring back as much as I want.”

“Did he really?” Sam shakes their head and opens the front cover of the book. “That man is sweet on you.”

“Which is why I take advantage,” you giggle.

Sam bursts out laughing. “Go. They’ll leave you behind.”

With a grin on your face and a hop to your step, you wave at Sam before heading out the side door and into the early morning. The sun is just starting to rise. Most people are still asleep or starting their day. You walk by the communal buildings where the earliest risers are preparing breakfast. You sigh when you get a whiff of what they’re cooking, wishing you could snag a meal before departing.

As you approach the gate, Zac raises his hand in greeting.

“Have I held everyone up?” you ask tentatively, glancing around.

“Not at all. Still loading up a few things. Your timing is perfect.” Zac smiles, and though you find him pleasant, nothing stirs within you. There is no lust or even romantic interest.

You observe the line of cars queued at the gate. Usually there are only one or two, but there are at least ten vehicles here including the salvaged U-Haul. “Taking a whole convoy?”

“We’re going to need it.”

“For a small town?”

Zac chuckles. “I’m dropping you off at the library. Ben will come with you.”

“I get a security detail?” you ask excitedly and Zac nods. “Fancy.”

Zac scratches at his neck, gaze roaming over the convoy. “There’s a car assembly plant a few miles outside the town. Gonna strip what we can. If things go well, we’ll come back.”

“No activity then?”

“None,” confirms Zac. “We’ve had a scouting team out there for the last two months. Not a soul has passed through.”

“That’s fortunate,” you murmur.

While your community has been largely untouched and unbothered by the outside world, there are still so many unknowns. There have been stragglers that have shown up, and while several have been accepted in and integrated, there are many more that have been turned away or shot on sight. Sometimes you think it cruel, but there are all sorts of horrors in the world now.

Ben walks around the front of the nearest car, and beams in your direction. “Hear I’m looking after you today,” he says, going in for a hug.

You accept it easily. Ben is the comedian of the community, always having a kind word and funny joke.

“And helping me haul books,” you add.

Ben winks in your direction and then turns to Zac. “We’re ready.”

Zac nods. “Load up!” he shouts.

Everyone around you heads to their designated vehicle. Engines roar and car doors slam. You follow Ben, hopping into a dusty Jeep Wrangler.

It’s several hours of open road and clear weather.

You and Ben pass the time by singing songs and playing car games. It’s a good distraction until Zac comes on over the radio and tells Ben their exit is coming up. The rest of the convoy drives on as Ben cuts away to take an exit ramp. A few more minutes and he’s coming to a stop just on the edge of town, parking the Jeep amongst a cluster of trees. The vehicle is completely hidden.

“Ready?” he asks, sliding the keys into his pocket.

“Backpack? Check. Gun? Check. Foldable wagon? Check.”

Ben blows raspberries. “Can’t forget the foldable wagon.”

You playfully smack him on the arm. “You want to haul all those books back yourself.”

“No thank you,” he mutters.

The walk is pleasant, but overall silent. Ben carries an M4AI. The arsenal back home is massive, and whenever there are trips outside the compound, the military-grade weapons come out. He keeps his head on a swivel, but other than the occasional animal sounds and the rustling of leaves, all is quiet.

“Here it is,” sighs Ben, extending one arm toward a stand-alone building at the corner of an intersection.

The library isn’t overly big. If anything, it’s what you’d expect from a small town.

“Now I know you’re excited,” he begins, slightly leaning in your direction. “But you stay close. We’re entering from the back.”

All you can do is nod eagerly, words escaping you. It’s been almost six years since you’ve been inside a library. This is a treat. It takes an insane amount of self-control to not skip all the way to the back of the building.

While the front of the building faces the intersection, behind the library is a small parking lot and two dumpsters. Ben does a slow sweep of the lot as the two of you walk toward the employee entrance. Satisfied that nothing and no one is around, Ben lowers his gun. Removing his backpack, he sets it on the ground, and rummages around inside before withdrawing lockpicks.

Adrenaline surges within you.

A few wiggles.

And then—

Click.

Grinning like an idiot, Ben slips the lockpicks into his backpack and puts it on. Grabbing his gun, he presses himself to the brick wall. Slowly, Ben opens the door with the tip of the rifle. It gives under his touch easily, the hinges even silent as the door swings inwards.

“Draw your weapon,” whispers Ben. “We need to do a sweep first.” As you reach for your Glock, Ben shakes his head. “And leave the damn wagon.”

Leaning the foldable wagon against the wall, you remove your gun from its holster. Ben enters and you follow, shifting your body to watch for anything coming up behind you. It’s a slow sweep. Starting along the wall, the two of you walk the perimeter, checking the back offices, and then finally the center-most area.

Ben comes to a stop near a collection of dusty chairs. Lowering his gun, he sighs with relief. “It’s clear.” He turns in your direction. “I’ll be keeping a lookout at the door. If anything happens, you come directly to me.”

“Got it,” you say with a mock salute.

Ben rolls his eyes but he’s smiling. “And don’t drag those books along because I know you will. Leave them.”

You stare him down but Ben doesn’t budge, matching your stare with one of his own. “I mean it. If someone or something comes barreling through the front doors, you fucking run to me. Understood?”

“Sure. Got it. Understood.”

Ben checks his watch. “We have a few hours before we’re expected back at the meet point. Take your time.” He starts to walk away, and then abruptly pivots. “Wife packed a few sandwiches. Promise I’ll share.”

You snort and wave him off. “Bring me my wagon, Ben.”

“On it,” he calls over his shoulder.

As his footfalls recede, you linger in the quiet, dusty library, taking in the significance of the moment. Six years since you’ve stood inside an actual library. Five years since the world fell apart but a year before, third places were quickly disappearing. No one could spend money when wages were low and all the government’s resources were going toward the war effort. Libraries and free spaces shuttered first, losing all their funding.

This place is precious. Special. A rare opportunity.

Of all the books in your community’s collection, they’ve all come to you by the way of others, collected on routine trips and scavenging missions like today. Since stepping inside the walls you now call home, this is the first time you’ve left it. All the stories you receive of the outside world come from the mouths of those who witness it firsthand.

Like a jubilant child, you want to run around—to touch everything. The tips of your fingers buzz with an incessant itch. But you don’t dare remove anything from the shelves. Resisting is almost physically painful as you float through the aisles, taking it all in. To remove a book off the shelf, to open it up, the smell it and feel it would be paradise.

But you know better. You do.

Disturbing them without the right tools and care might cause damage or undo exposure. What you can do is look, to read the spines, and consider your options. Once you know what you want, you’ll drag your little wagon behind you and go about taking the books you want off the shelves.

Ben does leave you alone, and you’re left to wander.

Each step is light but purposeful as you move about the space. You think of everyone back home, of their likes and dislikes, of their needs and wants. More picture books would be helpful as well as some young adult novels. Some of the women have been asking for romance and few of the older folks would like some historical nonfiction.

“Where are you?” you mutter, digging around in your jacket pockets.

Crumpled paper brushes against your fingers. Withdrawing it, you smooth it out as best you can. Using the little light available to read your scribbled penmanship, you pull the wagon behind you, mentally reordering your notes by priority.

Sam wants dictionaries, and you need to grab a set of encyclopedias. Finding the “Reference” section, you survey all your options. Dictionaries and an encyclopedia set are a must, but you also consider the selections of atlases and then the thesaurus collection. The school could really use those resources, and your wagon is large enough to accommodate a few last-minute additions.

Kneeling, you admire the different editions of encyclopedias. Some appear a little worn but otherwise fine. Even though this place hasn’t had power or temperature control in five years, the place was sealed and untouched until you and Ben. It’s likely that everything inside is fine, and all you and Sam will need to do is a rebinding.

You’re completely absorbed, so focused on the tomes in front of you, that the whisper of your name has you spinning around and reaching for your gun.

Ben has his hands up in front of him in a placating gesture. A snarky remark sizzles on your tongue. Ben brings a finger to his mouth in a gesture of silence. Whatever you were going to say dissolves, leaving behind an acrid aftertaste.

Slowly, you swivel your head from side to side but see nothing.

Ben shifts closer, leans in, a glint of fear in his eyes.

“There are people outside,” he whispers.

That’s when you hear it. Distantly, you hear a car door slam, and a muffled shout. The marrow in your bones becomes ice. There are people. There shouldn’t be people.

You swallow, mouth becoming dry. “How many?”

Ben shrugs. “Not sure. But there’s two groups.”

“Two—” You shake your head slightly as that’ll clear your racing thoughts. “What do you mean two groups?”

Ben’s mouth turns downward. It’s an I’m sorry but even that is loaded.

We’re not getting out of this.

There’s a distant hoot of laughter, and then the breaking of glass as if someone’s thrown a beer bottle. It’s still far enough away that you cling to that one comfort. But if they stick around, they might come sniffing. If that happens, you and Ben will be cornered.

Ben nods his head in the direction of the front of the library. Staying low, the two of creep toward the front of the building. There are two sets of double doors. The first set open up into the library and the secondary set of doors lead directly outside. Sandwiched between them is a small atrium. Above the doors are massive windows that bring in natural light.

Out front in the intersection are several beaten up trucks. From what you can see, it’s all men, at least a dozen or two in total. They look haggard. Mean.

“Is that them?” you ask softly.

Ben doesn’t look back at you as he answers. “Just the one. These guys came in loud.” Ben shifts slightly to glance over his shoulder at you. “Surprised you didn’t hear them.”

“Lost in my books.” Ben snorts, and returns his attention to the glass doors. “What about the second group?” you ask tentatively. “Our people?”

Ben eases back a bit. He sits down on the floor, checking over his rifle. “No. Not sure who they are.” He licks his lips, gaze focused on the gun. “They’re all in black. Militarized by the look of them. Organized.”

Two groups. Two different groups.

Ben removes the clip and checks the cartridge. “Only noticed them when one of these guys went around back.” He gestures toward the men directly outside the front doors. “Fucker came out of nowhere and knifed him. Dragged his body away too.”

“Who are they?”

Ben shrugs and rummages in his backpack for a new clip. “No fucking idea. The ones out front might be marauders or slavers or—”

He pauses, gaze growing distant.

“Or what, Ben?” you prompt.

He doesn’t answer, only readies the rifle. “All I know is we need to go.”

All this work, all this effort, suddenly gone.

Your shoulders sag as the reality of the situation sets in. “I have to leave the books. Don’t I?”

“Afraid so,” replies Ben. But he smiles, and though he’s trying, you see the strain. “Next time I’ll make sure to bring you and Sam some books.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he affirms. “Let’s go.”

At the back door, you withdraw your Glock, posting up beside Ben. He cracks it open. Pauses. Opens it a little wider. He carefully sticks a small hand mirror out the opening. He turns it left then right then back again.

“Clear” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

He exits slowly, and then gestures with his hand. You step outside, squinting slightly as your eyes adjust to the light. Ben starts to cross the parking lot, heading for the exit furthest from the intersection.

The voices of the men are louder out here. A tiny bubble of panic blooms. Then simmers. Then boils.

There is no one around. No one. And yet—

A loud crack splits the air. The wall next to Ben explodes, tiny fragments of debris bursting outward. Ben stumbles backward. He grabs for you. And tugs.

You’re yanked to the side, and then spun around.

Time seems to slow, and yet everything occurs so quickly you don’t entirely comprehend what’s happened until Ben shoves the two of you behind a nearby dumpster.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe. “Ben. We—”

Horror floods your lungs.

Blood.

Everything. Dripping from tiny holes in Ben’s body.

“Oh my god. Ben.”

You reach for him, but there are so many impact points. Too many.

“Go,” he gasps. “Go.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

As the words leave your mouth, a barrage of bullets bite into the wall directly over your head.

“Here,” he rasps, handing you the keys to the Jeep. “Leave me and fucking run. I’ll distract them.”

Shouting breaks out nearby followed by what seems like a never-ending deluge of gunfire.

Your eyes burn. “You promised me books.”

He smiles, and there’s more red than white. “You know I always deliver on my promises.”

With a groan that’s more a cry of pain, Ben stands and reloads with a new clip.

“Go,” he whispers just as he steps out from around the dumpster, gun firing.

You turn. Take off. Gunfire follows.

It comes from everywhere, but you don’t falter, don’t pause to check your surroundings. You’re not a raging bull or an agile cheetah. You are pure frenzy, pure panic, like a rabbit running from fox teeth.

“Fucking grab her!” someone yells. “Grab her!”

You don’t know if it’s the marauders or the men all in black, but there is little reason to consider who.

Survival is paramount. Survival is eternal.

In a world like this, survival is lifeblood.

It is everything.

With lungs burning and muscles screaming, you aim for the houses, knowing you can lose them if you scuttle through the overgrown backyards.

The blow comes out of nowhere.

You witness a brief taste of freedom.

And then it’s yanked right from under you.

A body barrels into you, knocking you sideways. The ground comes up fast. You throw up your arms to protect your head and face. It cushions but protects little else. You hit hard.

“Come here,” growls a male voice. Hands are on you. Grabbing. Twisting. “Let me get a good look at you.”

You kick out. Throw your fists in all directions.

“Stop your fussing.”

A quick blow to the face and you’re circling, everything becoming temporarily blurry as the person atop you brings your vision skyward.

 “Look at you,” he laughs.

It’s one of the marauders. He smiles down at you, teeth brown and grey from decay.

“Pretty thing. Gonna look cute choking on my—”

His nefarious smile drops as the rest of him stiffens. You freeze, staring up in shock as you try to figure out what’s happened. It’s a slow unfolding. A trickle. Blood begins to pool in his mouth and then it drip drip drips onto your face.

With a soft cry, you wiggle out from under him as he tips over, falling into the grass. Scrambling backward, you start to push up onto your knees, muscles poised to keep moving.

“Don’t move.” A gun barrel presses into the back of your head. It’s still warm. “Get up.”

A pair of black boots come into view. Your gaze slowly ascends. Black boots give way to black pants to a black bullet proof vest to a black balaclava. The only part of him you can see are his eyes.

Someone grabs the back of your neck. It’s a harsh hold, and you’re yanked to your feet. You twist your neck and find another man, this one almost identical to the one in front of you. This is the other group Ben spotted, the ones tracking the marauders.

The one holding your neck squeezes and the other reaches for you. “Fucking move and I’ll shoot you.”

You remain perfectly still—perfectly silent as he pats you down. The knife in your boot is confiscated along with your Glock. When they snatch the Jeep keys, you instinctually reach to take them back.

“Told you not to fucking move.”

The man slaps your hand down and you feel the muzzle return to your head.

“Sorry,” you murmur.

He stares you down for a long moment. It gives you an opportunity to observe him, and his companion. They both wear identical all-black tactical even down to the patches attached to their biceps. The bottom one you recognize. Both American flags. The one above it is eerily similar but you can’t entirely place it. It’s an azimuthal projection of the earth but a top view from the North Pole. Beneath it are two olive branches.

The stranger’s gaze shifts to just above you. He jerks his head, and then you’re shoved forward without warning. With each of them holding an arm, you’re half-dragged back to the intersection the marauders were at.

While their rusty trucks are still there, they aren’t alone. Four armored trucks are parked in a semi-circle around the marauders’ cars. More men in all-black tactical gear prowl the area. Of the first group to arrive, those that aren’t dead have been zip tied and lined up in a row on their stomachs, faces pressed into the asphalt.

When one of them moves, they’re kicked until they fall back into compliance.

“Found this one out by the houses,” says the man holding onto your left arm.

Soldiers. They have to be. This isn’t some ragtag group. They wear uniforms, all of which are perfectly maintained. Even the armored trucks are in decent condition.

A small trio of them standing nearby turn.

The centermost soldier speaks. “A woman?” His surprise is clear. And like the two men who hold you, this man too has an American flag.

He nods toward the group of facedown marauders. “These fuckers don’t let their breeders out of their sight.”

Breeders.

You almost snarl, bite back with an insult. But you keep your mouth shut. Their intentions are unclear, and you’re without a weapon. Entirely powerless.

Survival. Always survival.

He takes a few steps forward, approaching you, gaze assessing. Behind the balaclava, he gives you a once over. “Looks healthy,” he observers. Without warning, he grabs your face. You jerk back, and he clucks his tongue. “Stop moving.”

Turning your face to the left and then to the right, the middle of his brow creases. “Open your mouth.”

You glower, and don’t comply.

He grabs your nose, shutting off your air. You gasp, mouth opening.

“Has all her teeth,” he announces, dropping his hand. “Can’t be one of theirs.”

“We need to show the Lieutenant,” says the soldier to your right.

The man before you stares, and keeps staring. “Do we?”

You don’t like the implication.

“What’s this?”

A deep, masculine voice cuts through the air. It is accented. British. Every head turns, and the soldiers straighten, shoulders back and heads held high.

The man holding your left arm speaks up. “Found her running toward the houses, Lieutenant.”

All the soldiers wear plain black balaclavas. Simple. Straightforward. But the man who steps into view has a skull face stitched into his. A fucking skull.

Instead of an American flag, it’s a Union Jack.

His brown eyes behind the mask narrow. “They don’t bring their women out.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Are their numbers that low?”

“With how we’ve been picking them off I wouldn’t be surprised.”

They bicker back and forth, arguing about you but not actually talking to you.

“I’m not with them,” you say, and they all go silent.

Skull Face glowers. “You’re not?”

“I was running from them.” You glance between the soldiers who shot the man. “They’ll tell you. They’re the ones that shot him.”

Skull Face appears unmoved. “Doesn’t mean you’re not with them.”

You laugh, and it sounds a bit hysterical. “Why would I be fucking running if I were with them? Wouldn’t I be shooting back at you?”

“No,” he replies flatly. “If you were with them, you’d be bloody running from them. Not shooting at us.”

“She has to be with them. There’s no one else here.” The man who speaks up this time is directly to Skull Face’s right. The accent is different. Scottish.

“I came with one other. Those men shot at us.”

Ben. Oh. Sweet Ben.

“And where are they?” asks Skull Face.

You swallow, knowing the truth. “Behind the library. Parking lot. Near the dumpster.”

Skull Face locks gazes with another solider and nods. Two men break off, heading in that direction. He returns his attention to you. “Who are these men?”

“What?” you ask, perplexed.

“These men.” He points to the facedown marauders. “Who are they?”

These men are strangers to you. “Slavers?” When no one confirms or denies, you guess again. “Cannibals?”

“She’s playing dumb,” mutters the Scots.

“Hush, Soap,” mutters Skull Face.  “Who are they? What name do they go by? It’s an easy question. Everyone knows it.”

You shake your head. “I—I don’t know.”

Lieutenant Skull Face leans in, lowering his voice. “If you don’t answer truthfully, you and I can have an extended chat in the back of one of these trucks.”

“She had these.” The Jeep keys are tossed, and he catches them without looking. “And this.” The Glock is presented.

Soap takes the Glock. He turns it over. “They don’t give their women weapons, Ghost.”

So, Skull Face is named Ghost. Fitting.

“No,” he agrees. “Makes it easier for them to fight back.”

The very idea sobers you.

“Who are they?” you ask, feeling safe enough to do so.

Ghost glances up from the car keys. “Your worst fucking nightmare.”

“Lieutenant!” The two men that left for the library return. Jogging forward, they speak in low voices.

Ben is not with them. Ben is—

Ghost nods and steps back. “We’re taking her with us.” The two men holding onto your arms let go and Ghost immediately grabs hold of your shoulder, pulling you forward.

“Pick three of these bastards at random,” he announces, gesturing toward the facedown men. “Put them in Delta truck. Shoot the rest.”

Ghost’s hand at your shoulder slides up, grasping the back of your neck. He leans in close—so close you can pick out the little flecks of gold in his brown irises.

“You’re riding with me.”

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A Masterlist of All* My Non-Smut Fics

aka a list of all my fics that do not feature smut - my angsty and fluffy fics

(for those people who keep making posts complaining about about not being able to find non-smutty fics but according to statistics, never seem to read or interact with the fics that don't have smut in them)

*this didn't even end up being all of them, because it turned out to be way more than I expected. these are mostly just my favourites. so if you want to see all my fics, definitely check out my AO3

keep in mind, some of these are on Tumblr and some of these are only on AO3, and my AO3 is archive locked so you will need an account and need to be signed in to read them. they are sorted by fandom, and I have put my favourite fics toward the top in each fandom section. I'm mostly just posting this to see if these fics get a boost in interaction or if people complain about smut as a surface level thing but genuinely do interact with and enjoy smut fics more

Harry Potter My full Harry Potter Masterlist - which includes smut and other short fics

Kisses Like Fire Whiskey - FLUFF. MUTUAL PINING. Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Set Post War with flashbacks to Goblet of Fire. When you come back from a long apprenticeship in France, you and Fred catch up over drinks, reminiscing about your days as mischievous rebels. In the drunken haze, some important things are realized. (7,500 words.)

My Bleeding Heart - ANGST WITH A FLUFFY ENDING. HURT AND COMFORT. Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Arranged Marriage. Set during Deathly Hallows. When Draco finds out that you are pregnant, he is worried because he doesn't want his child to be just another pawn to the Dark Lord. So, then and there, he makes a very important decision to risk everything in order to protect you and his future child. (3,400 words.)

Teen Wolf My full Teen Wolf Masterlist - which includes smut and other short fics

Protective - HURT AND COMFORT. EMOTIONAL ANGST. Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Set during Season 2, Episode 9. During Isaac's first full moon, he needs something to ground him - so he thinks of you. (2,300 words.)

Blood In The Water - EXTREME ANGST. HURT NO COMFORT. Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears. (11,700 words.)

Mister Myxzptlk - FLUFF. Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Mutual Pining. You're new at Beacon Hills High, and you have questions about Stiles's name. When you end up comparing him to a very obscure comic book character, he falls harder for you than he ever thought possible. (800 words.)

(Un)Intimidated - FLUFF. Derek Hale x POTSie!GN!Reader. Set during Season 1. You are tasked with 'babysitting' Derek while he's hiding from the police, and he mistakes a medical condition you have for a fear of him - but you quickly set him straight. (600 words.)

Claustrophobia - HURT AND COMFORT, FLUFF. Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. When you and Isaac have detention together and accidentally get locked in a janitorial closet together, you help him through a panic attack induced by his claustrophobia. (800 words.)

The Walking Dead My full Walking Dead Masterlist - which includes other longer fics that have smut

Heaven's Gate - EMOTIONAL ANGST, HURT AND COMFORT, FLUFFY ENDING. Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get separated when the Prison falls, and you both believe the other person to be dead. But you can’t let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you’re reunited - it’s like you never missed a moment apart. (24,200 words.)

Day and Night - HURT AND COMFORT. FLUFF. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Strangers to 'Lovers'. Set Pre-Season 4. Posted on AO3. When Daryl gets into some trouble on a hunt and gets shot, a random stranger comes to his rescue. He doesn't expect that stranger to be beautiful, kind, and to make him a candlelit dinner after treating his wounds. (Wait - is this a date?) (5,000 words.)

DC Titans My full DC Titans Masterlist - which includes smut and other short fics

Your First Kiss With Gar Logan - FLUFF. HURT AND COMFORT. Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. While the Titans are living in Gotham, things are spiralling out of control. You take a moment to comfort Gar and help him with an unexpected injury, and the two of you find those inevitable feelings coming to the surface. (2,700 words.)

Your First Kiss With Dick Grayson - EMOTIONAL ANGST. HURT AND COMFORT. Dick Grayson x GN!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Set during Season 4, Episode 6. The world may literally be coming to an end, and when your brave face finally cracks, Dick rushes to comfort you. But seeing you cry breaks something within him, and he knows that he can't let this pass without finally saying something to you - something that he's been holding back for years. (2,900 words.)

Your First Kiss With Jason Todd - EXTREME ANGST, PINING. HURT, NO COMFORT. Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Frenemies to Lovers. Set during Season 3. Jason thought that he hated you - until he didn't. Until his feelings for you ruined his whole life, and threatened to swallow him whole. (8,200 words.)

Criminal Minds My full Criminal Minds Masterlist - which includes smut and other short fics

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - HURT AND COMFORT, EMOTIONAL ANGST, FLUFFY ENDING. Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Fake Dating. Set during Season 4, Episode 3. While undercover inside the Separatarian Sect, you and Spencer realize something important: you can’t live without each other. (8,200 words.)

Figure It Out - EMOTIONAL ANGST, MYSTERY, CASEFIC, HURT AND COMFORT. Fem!Reader x Gen!BAU (Platonic). A Criminal Minds Casefic. General Casefic, modelled after a Criminal Minds episode. When the team takes a case in your hometown - a secret that you have been trying to hide for years comes to be known with a vengeance. (18,000 words.)

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this isn't even all of them, I just got tired of making this list lmao. so if you like these and you want more, definitely check out my Main Masterlist

[mk-wizard]

This is possibly the most random idea ever, but if I was to make a Shattered Glass version of Transformers One, the most crucial thing I would not change was Orion Pax and D-16 being friends, miners and their ambitions.

What I would flip is how each character's ambitions would be translated. D-16 accepting that he is a miner and wanting to focus on that would be flipped in a positive way in that he is humble, accepts himself and believes in hard work to get ahead. And he does want to get ahead, but the RIGHT way without skipping crucial steps and while playing fair. In other words, his mentality of "we're miners, we mine" is not him settling. It's him accepting that doing his damn job will get him ahead in life which technically, is not wrong. Hard work does get you ahead in life most of the time, but if the system is broken (which unfortunately it is), then you're justified in changing.

In Orion Pax's case, his ambitions of believing himself to be meant for something greater is rooted more in ego and delusion. He also takes not focusing on his work a lot further as he tends to sneak out way too much not to get into the archives, but to do stuff like gamble and such. That is another thing that separates SG Orion Pax from the other guy. He doesn't take risks as a leap of faith. He takes them solely out of foolishness and thoughtlessness. Also, his risks tend not to pay off. Most notably, he wants to get to fame, fortune and more the easy way as he feels a sense of entitlement to it.

Most notably, instead of there being an Iacon Race, there's an Iacon fighting tournament in the arena where it is an all out brawl and the last bot standing wins. A lot of bots suggest to D-16 that he joins because he's built like a tank and is as strong as one, but he's a pacifist and doesn't like hurting other bots. Plus, the risk of winding up dead or crippled does not appeal to him because the odds are still against him and he would rather be able to keep doing his job. One day, Orion enlists him without his knowledge or consent. In spite of not wanting to be there, D-16 WINS the fight because he is a natural fighter and survivor. It is also revealed that before he was a miner, he was a gladiator, but switched careers once he was able to buy his freedom. Even though he won, he is NOT happy that he did because of what he had to do.

The rest of the film plays out the same way, except the big moment. When D-16 is faced with shooting Sentinel... he freezes upon realizing how everyone around him is looking at him. It reminds him of how people looked at him with fear and like a monster when he was a gladiator, so he sobers and gives this speech.

"I hate you. You took my energy, my hopes, my life goals and my LIFE!! I want to kill you!... But I won't because if I do that, you'll take the one last thing I have: my dignity and I'm done giving you everything. And now that everyone sees you for the fake you are, you can't take anything from ANYONE anymore, so I'm going to let you live, BUT you're going to spend it giving back to the society you ruined. Starting with this."

Then he forcefully opens up his cog port and removes Megatronus' cog. As a side effect, Sentinel depowers into a pathetic weak looking little bot who dwarfs compared to D-16. That is when Orion suggests they use the cog to become the new leaders, but D refuses saying that he will not follow Sentinel's path nor will he reduce a true Prime's remains to a tool. This is when Orion has had enough of D-16 always holding him back, he fights D-16 for the cog and in doing so, pushes him off the ledge while he is still alive and falls into the abyss. While this is happening, Orion inserts the cog into himself and powers up before dragging Sentinel into the crowd. When he does, he watches them tear Sentinel apart with glee. Meanwhile, D-16 makes contact with the spirit of Megatronus who informs him that his code of honour, unbreakable spirit in the face of Deception and act of mercy has made him worthy in the eyes of Primus. In doing so, he gets rewarded with the Matrix of Leadership and dubbed as Megatron Prime, BUT he is also given the task of leading Transformers to a new age as the Autobot age is over and was one based on deception, so the new Transformers will now be called Decepticons.

Megatron Prime then faces off with powered up Orion, beats him and while he does, smashes his face in such a way that he completely destroys his lower jaw. Orion leaves with some guys, gets a mechanical lower jaw which also transforms into his mask and is pissed that the Matrix was given to Megatron. So he renames himself Nemesis Prime to symbolize what he is to his ex-friend now and to how HE should be Prime. Meanwhile, Megatron Prime honours his mission and does not forget about the people who supported him. The first thing he does is abolish the gladiator games and slavery.

PS: SG Elita-One is not a miner. She is a spoiled rich young woman who is one of Sentinel's many mistresses and a girl Orion had his eye on for a while. In the end, she goes with Nemesis because she's a gold digger and sees potential in him, and because even in this universe, she has fallen for him. I also call her Alita-Nill to differentiate her from her good counterpart. Megatron Prime has a girl too who is Nightingale (SG Nightbird) who is an aspiring singer and waitress as Maccadam's bar. As for B... he was always mute and is much more shy person. He joins Megatron because he was always so kind and protective of him like a brother figure. Also the "Rise Up!" catchphrase is turned on its head to be positive as in "Keep moving forward" or "Don't give up!"

What do you all think?

[hetakinkmeme]

Welcome to the revived Hetalia Kink Meme! This will be hosted both on Tumblr and on Archiveofourown as a prompt meme challenge. I noticed that trying to only host on Tumblr led to some issues, and a lot of people don't know how to use Dreamwidth nowadays so attempting to host it there doesn't work anymore either.

Now, the Hetalia fandom isn't as big as it once was, but I'm still hoping that we manage to get some participation going.

Collection link:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Hetalia_Kinkmeme

Please note that this is NOT affiliated with the original Hetalia Kink Meme on Dreamwidth or its corresponding collection on ao3. Their collection is named Hetalia Kink Meme(heta_kink). Ours is HetaliaKinkMeme(Hetalia_Kinkmeme).

Now, here's a quick FAQ and list of rules:

What's a prompt meme?

It's a place where you can suggest things you want to see written in your fandom, or write people's requests if you happen to see one that strikes your fancy! As a requester, click on "prompt form" and fill out the form. The fields with a * next to them are required fields, but you may choose whether to leave the other fields blank or fill them out.

Required fields: Characters(at least 1), Description(Describe what you want and don't want). That's it!

As a writer, you may click "claim" on somebody's prompt to announce your intention to write it.

But OP!! I thought prompts aren't allowed on ao3!!

You're correct. Usually. Many people don't know that there is actually a special collection challenge type on ao3 that is designed for hosting prompt memes just like this one! There is a separate section for prompts where you can upload prompts/requests. Here's a link to ao3's prompt meme FAQ:

How many prompts can we request?

I made the limit 15 per account. I think this is more than enough. Of course I can't stop you from requesting from multiple accounts but come on man... (If you want to add another prompt that badly you could also delete one of your old prompts.)

How long should our fills be?

I am unlikely to enforce any minimum, but I personally recommend at least 400 words.

Can I write a fic for a prompt that someone has already claimed?

Yes! Multiple fills per prompt are allowed. Two cakes and all that.

Are requests anonymous? What if I want to de-anon a request?

Requests are anonymous by default, but you may de-anon by unchecking the "semi-anonymous prompt" box at the end of your prompt form.

Are the collection works anonymous? What if I want to de-anon the fic I wrote?

COLLECTION WORKS ARE NOT ANONYMOUS BY DEFAULT. When uploading a fic to fulfill a prompt, you may add it to the "anonymous" collection on ao3 to keep yourself anonymous.

NOTE: You won't be able to click claim on a prompt without revealing your username. Unfortunately anonymous claims aren't possible without making the entire collection anonymous. A work around is to just upload your fic to the collection the old fashioned way and then state the prompt you're filling in your A/N.

I heavily debated whether to make the entire collection anonymous, but I ultimately wanted it to be up to the author as to whether to anon or de-anon without them being forced to leave the collection in order to de-anon.

Rules:

1. Your prompt/request must have at least a BIT of description as to what you want. Posting only something like "cat boy!Ivan x dog boy!Alfred" isn't going to do much to get anybody's imagination running. A prompt as short as the above will be considered spam and deleted. Aim to describe a bit of what you want(just a sentence or bullet points is fine, just at long as it's something) as well as what you DON'T want(any squicks etc.)

2. Requests must be for Hetalia. I'll allow crossovers if it seems like a popular enough property. (I.e. Hetalia x Harry Potter). Hetalia AUs such as cardverse are more than welcome!

3. Both requests and fills may be anonymous as stated in the FAQ. To make your request anonymous, click the "semi-anonymous prompt?" box at the bottom of the prompt form. It should be auto selected already. This will make sure your prompt is posted under "anonymous".

To make your prompt fill anonymous, upload your fic to the "anonymous" collection along with this one. Unfortunately clicking "claim" on a prompt will reveal your username and there's nothing I can do to change this. You can make note of which prompt you fulfilled in your A/N.

4. All characters & ships welcome. All kinks and types of prompts and works welcome.

5. Be nice to each other. Mean-spirited asks, prompts, or fills will be deleted.

Have any questions? Send in an ask!

Prompts and fills may be submitted onto this tumblr as well, but the same rules as above apply. You may submit the same prompt on both ao3 and Tumblr or on only one of them as you wish. Prompts that do not follow the rules will be deleted.

Update: In case it isn't clear, you don't have to specifically fulfill an ao3 prompt to upload to the ao3 collection; it can be a fill for a tumblr prompt as well! You can also send the fic link here and I'll post it.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

As for the "Is Skully Secretly Jacked?" debate, I would like to bring up a point made by someone in the tags of the post that started said debate:

The twins do kinda-sorta look like twigs. Granted, they aren't human, but still.

And in my opinion, Vil and Rook both look like twigs as well.

[Referencing this post and this post!]

My response includes many example images that are MASSIVE spoilers for book 7 cards (which haven’t been released in EN yet!!) so please proceed with caution.

I think a lot of the characters definitely look like twigs due to their in-game live 2D models usually not accurately depicting their actual bodies. Just as an example, here are what the twins look like in live 2D:

... And here is what the twins look like in (Mermaid Fin SSR) card artwork. You can see there is a MAJOR discrepancy.

We also see this in Floyd's Club Wear card. His arms are much more defined in the card art and are noodle thin in the live 2D model:

It's not just the twins either. Another notable nerf between the card art and the live 2D models occurs with Silver and Sebek. I mean, just LOOK at their arms in the P.E. Uniform cards... and then how sad and limp they look in the actual gameplay...

Vil and Rook are entirely different cases. Both of them are typically wearing long sleeves, which conceals their bodies and gives the illusion of lacking muscle.

It was stated in the Magical Archives that Rook is beefier than Trey (who is quite strong from playing soccer as a kid and helping out at the Clover family bakery). It also makes sense for Rook’s character as a huntsman wanting to hide his presence (thereby making it easier for him to observe his prey). Showing off how big of a threat he actually is with his physique out on display defeats the whole purpose.

Without the arms covered, we can see how truly muscular Rook is—though again, the live 2D model is greatly toned down.

Vil, meanwhile, is in a separate category. He is strong too—this much is true! However, his build ISN’T jacked up like Sebek, Silver, Rook, etc. Why? Vil states that he dutifully trains to maintain his figure as a model but is also mindful that he doesn’t get too bulky, as that wouldn’t be aesthetically desirable for his work. You can still be strong while being lithe. Think about dancers, for example.

Vil has also demonstrated in side content such as the Sunset Savanna hometown event and Beans Day that he’s able to take down opponents far larger than him using tactics besides brute force. This includes using his foe’s weight against them to toss them and acting gravely injured to make his foe cocky.

And now let’s revisit Skully! I’d say he definitely doesn’t LOOK bulky, whether in his art or in the live 2D model.

For the sake of argument, let’s say he’s hiding massive arms under his suit. But like… where exactly?

Unlike the sleeves we normally see, the Nightmare Suits are visibly stitched. They can only be so effective for holding together. Just looking at the artwork, it doesn’t look as though Skully’s arms are straining to be freed or pushing back against the seams.

Okay, so what if Skully’s instead like Vil and has a lean frame that hides a surprising amount of strength? I don’t really buy this either because no lore supports it. Vil trains extensively because his career demands it and he is a tenacious person. What reason does Skully have to keep in such shape? He isn’t really described as an athlete or dedicated to health or something along those lines. Boy just LOVES Halloween. There isn’t a clear lore reason why Skully would want to get (excuse me for the pun) jacked.

So yeah, that’s why I don’t believe Skully’s secretly physically strong. He’s literally just… lanky.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Dr. Facilier Headcanons: Your Soul, Is His (Disney: The Princess and The Frog)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I was inspired by a request from Archive of Our Own! So it is going to be moved up now! So let's do this! Please enjoy this chapter here, my muffins]  (Disclaimer: Dr. Facilier Aka The Shadow Man is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are, You dirty, flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Dr. Facilier The Shadow Man, From The Princess and The Frog- 

.Dr. Facilier is the shadow man, and more or less has made a deal with the loa.  .He had a problem with growing up poor and being mistreated. 

.So he wants to have wealth and power. 

.He then met you, a stunning person, it did not matter your skin color or gender. 

.You were an amazing person and he wanted to have you as his, as his co-ruler of New Orleans. 

.He feels he is owed you, that all of his years of suffering and being mistreated. 

.He knew that you were the one he wanted to be by his side. 

.He can be a very charming yandere very much. Being very suave and romantic. 

.He is also a very manipulative yandere. 

.He uses his charm and powers to manipulate you. 

.He would make promises to help you, but really he is pulling you into the webs and his shadows. 

.So that you become his and his alone, and that no one else. 

.He is also very easily jealous yandere since he has been mistreated and is not well off with finances. 

.He does not want the best thing to happen to him to be taken away from him. 

.So he will do everything that he can to keep his rivals away from you. 

.Making Them suffer for trying to steal you away from him. 

.He would make sure that you had no clue that it was him and that you trust and depend on him. 

.He can be charming and sweet with you. 

.But he is strict and very firm when he needs to be. 

.And with rivals and people that try and take you away from him. 

.He is cruel and sadistic to them. He would have no remorse for the horrible things that he does to them. 

.He would have some resentment to you if you were wealthy and had a well off life. 

.He feels it is unfair that you had such a good life, and he does not want to lose you. 

.He feels a bit bad about himself that you may not think he is good enough for you. 

.He cannot quite shake that feeling, so he is a bit insecure and may lash out at you. 

.If you were poor though and had a hard childhood he would sympathize with you. 

.And he would want to spoil you and give you the world, making you just as good as any royal in the world. 

.Either way, he wants you in his life and he will have you in his life, no matter what!

.He is quick on his feet with coming up with a plan, so he will have a plan to win you over, and like several backup plans to that! 

.If you had a partner he would have put a curse on your partner and make you give yourself to him as his partner and or spouse. 

.This is similar to have he would confess to you. In one or two ways, both are very similar. 

.He would curse either your partner or a family member, and then lift the curse. 

.But only with you accepting his love and becoming his partner. 

.That way you would be with him and he would have seemed like a hero instead of the villain for doing so. 

.If you do not accept his love. He will make your partner or family member die, and then he will promise to bring them back. 

.You are so emotional you would agree to him, only for it to blow up in your face, and you are then trapped by him. 

.Though he might instead confess to you before that and did the same thing. 

.If you accepted his love he would not have to harm any of your loved ones. 

.If you turn him down he would take your loved ones down over and over. 

.But in this he does not give you the choice to save them! 

.He is going to make them suffer before they die and then kill them. 

.He then would make sure that your soul is bound to him. 

.That you belong to him and that no one else can ever take you from him. 

.Again this is only if you turn down his love. 

.One way or another he will have you, your love, and your very soul. Where you will belong to him and only him. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[jsmifty]

ONE MORE NIGHT (FNAF AU/REWRITE TIMELINE)

(This will be updated over time)

This is the general timeline in which my fic that I keep posting art of is in, just so the general idea is out there yknow. At the time of posting this, none of the parts have currently been released at all, this will hopefully change soon, and when it does, this will be updated.

NIGHT ONE (Part 1): (1/?? Released (all chapters planned)) POV: Majority Henry Emily & William Afton (Sometimes Micheal/Charlie) GAMES INCLUDED: FNAF 4

Link: One More Night Part 1

NIGHT TWO (Part 2): (Not in Progress) POV: Majority Micheal Afton & Jeremy Fitzgerald GAMES INCLUDED: FNAF 2 & SISTER LOCATION

NIGHT THREE (Part 3): (Not in Progress) POV: Micheal Afton GAMES INCLUDED: FNAF 1

NIGHT FOUR (Part 4): (Not in Progress) POV: ??? GAMES INCLUDED: FNAF 3

NIGHT FIVE (Part 5): (Not in Progress) POV: ??? GAMES INCLUDED: FNAF 6

Notes:

The different 'parts' will not be different chapters, but different fics entirely. There is so much stuff shoved into each individual part that if I put them all into one singular Ao3 fic it would be like 100 chapters. Sorry if thats annoying, I enjoy my organization. Each part for the most part should be able to be enjoyed separately, however they do all connect together like a big bad spiderweb.. or i guess a cork board with a shit load of red string.

Majority generally just means it'll be mainly part of their POV however in certain chapters it may change for story reasons.

"???" for the character POV's just mean I'm not willing to reveal that yet.

This is a rewrite/AU, its not going to be accurate to canon however I try to be. Most if not all main canonical events will likely happen in some capacity within the AU, generally it may be tweaked as some aspects of the story I do not like/I've changed to have a deeper impact.

(Spoiler Free) "What is this AU even about??" Below the cut

What is the AU even about??

Thought I'd properly go into it.

ONE MORE NIGHT is a Five Night's at Freddy's AU/Rewrite, that generally follows the main events and story of the original GAMES franchise, with some very minor inspirations from the books. The story will be written in third-person, and will occasionally swap point of views (in-between chapters) throughout the fic.

The story itself is more character and relationship focused. Themes i wish to explore include, the destruction of the mind/spiralling, (the stages of) grief, revenge , etc. Since generally, i dont really enjoy the fanon characterization of certain characters, I really want to explore them from my point of view, as well as develop the relationships and motivations of all the characters which I feel are sort of lacking in the main FNAF media? I'm aware its there, its never truly properly explored though.

I really like horror, and this is my first proper opportunity to get a crack at it. I highly doubt its going to be shiver me timbers terrifying, I try my best. If you want a reference for the type of horror I'm into and what I am inspired by, its mainly media such as, The Magnus Archives, as well as a few more gothic works such as Frankenstein (currently reading the book).

Content Warnings:

This story will likely include pretty graphic depictions of violence, ESPECIALLY when in referral to Micheal Afton, Jeremy Fitzgerald and William Afton, you'll never guess why. I will tag these chapters, and if needed, will provide a brief summery at the end if a person is to skip past it but doesnt want to miss what happened. Generally, i will try to avoid describing the children too graphically, since theyre, yknow, kids. But uh, yknow, its FNAF, so be warned.

Other general warnings, outside of the warnings I'll give on individual chapters include, Abusive relationships, (mild) suicidal thoughts, and sensitive topics such as grief and loss. I'm sure theres stuff I'm missing, these will be tagged in specific chapters.

Extra content?

If you want content for this AU, itll be on my page under the hashtag (#OneMoreNightFNAFAU) or (#OMN FNAF AU). Generally I have no idea if anyone ever would read this fic, so if you, specifically, the one guy reading this, IS interested, most of the stuff will be on this page. Tumblr only likes my FNAF stuff so its all i post really on here, and I love FNAF so thats fine with me.

If this is the first post you've ever seen of me and like, you dont know what i usually post, I usually post art, specifically of this AU, so if you want to get a general looksie about the vibes of the characters and stuff, its on my page under the hashtag mentioned above.

(Side note: For the record, when i say 'relationships' this mainly refering to platonic relationships within the story. Theres a very minor romance side plot which you can like, easily choose to ignore, but its there, and its horrifically slow slowburn, so its like barely there 90% of the time. If i was to do anything too romance based, it would probably be separate one shots.)

(side note note: if you.. read this far.. once i finally finish this.. my magnum opus... i will probably finally move on to security breach and all that, if youre interested. but to get to that you have to get past my 5 evil fnaf fics first.)

Any support would be deeply appreciated, you have no idea. :) I'd love to know if anyone would be interested.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Hi there, I've been wanting to start a new podcast and seen a lot of people talking about Malevolent and The Magnus Archives (I thought they were the same podcast for the longest time...). Anyway, it seems like maybe you've listened to both of them? Do you have a recommendation of which I should start with? I know almost nothing about either of them lol

hi! i'm far from a podcast connoisseur, but i have listened to the entirety of both tma and malevolent and i'm a huge fan of both, so i'd be happy to give a pitch for them haha. i will try to give the vibes without spoilers.

i listened to tma first, and the premise is that everything you hear is being recorded onto a tape recorder, primarily by the head archivist of the magnus institute, which is a private facility that collects and researches statements of paranormal experiences. each episode is jonathan sims, the archivist, recording one of these statements, and then giving his (usually skeptical and scathing) opinion at the end, along with what his assistants' research has turned up on the events of the story.

it's a very slow-burn show, as it takes 20 episodes to even hear another voice and 40 episodes before Shit Gets Real. things shake up a lot at that point, but i don't want to give spoilers.

it's extremely well-made, and i think one of its biggest flaws is also one of its biggest accomplishments, which is the incredibly intricate, non-linear web of characters it weaves through all 5 seasons. a name will be mentioned in passing in a statement, a description of a person mentioned in another, and then a couple seasons later it turns out they're the same character and vitally important to the plot.

(i call that a flaw bc my adhd ass had a HARD time keeping track of all these names, remembering who was who and what happened to them, and mixing up names pronounced similarly. you can consult the wiki, but that will also give you spoilers.)

the story-telling is superb, the characters are great, the romance subplot is wonderful... i think the only thing that isn't exciting for me is that i'm not really a horror fan for the sake of horror itself, so i don't absolutely love listening to the all the standalone statements, which make up the majority of the show. i really like the plot and character work that surrounds the statements.

now, malevolent is often put in the same category because they're both about english men experiencing The Horrors, but the listening experience is VERY different. while tma is like listening to a repressed autistic man tell you a spooky bedtime story, malevolent is being thrown into the shoes of a blind man running for his life while a demon screams in his ear to run faster because the monster is about to eat them.

malevolent is about arthur lester, a 1930s private investigator who comes to in his office, suddenly blind, with a voice in his head and a corpse at his feet. he's just opened a book that was imprisoning an eldritch being, who has subsequently taken up residence in his head and stolen his eyesight.

arthur and the entity, who later chooses to name himself john doe, have no choice but to work together to navigate the world to both figure out what just happened and how they're going to separate, and outrun the powerful forces that want to kill arthur and take john back.

since arthur is blind, john has to narrate everything he sees and describe what arthur needs to do, which works extremely well for an audio drama format. it also works really well to inflict a very visceral type of horror, as we're in the same position as arthur, "blind" to what's happening until john tells us.

while the plot is interesting and the messages are, imo, good ones, the main selling point for me is entirely john and arthur's relationship. they start out as unwilling allies, arthur terrified and john manipulative. slowly, they work their way toward tentative friendship, as they bicker and discover that their love language is being just absolute cunts to each other and divorcing every ten minutes. by virtue of being forced together in their "get along body", they figure out how to sand down those rough edges, how to understand each other and work out their problems, how to apologize and open up and trust each other.

eventually, they become so entangled that they are essentially one being, with enough love for each other to defy the gods and crawl through a blizzard on broken legs in the mere hope of being reunited.

where tma is the asexual podcast (since jon is canonically ace), malevolent is sort of the aromantic podcast. arthur is not quite canonically aro (i have a rant for why i think it's creator-confirmed, but it's not confirmed in-text), but he's as aro-coded as i've ever seen, and him and john are as qpr-coded as i've ever seen. the creator says that they're never going to be confirmed romantic (though he's fine with shipping), but they've also said "i love you" to each other, and it just really warms my little aro heart.

the same as tma, i think malevolent's biggest flaw is also it's biggest strength, which is that it's literally a one-man show. harlan guthrie writes, edits, soundscapes, and voices EVERY single character, which i think is incredible. i only call it a flaw because there are times when i do think he could have maybe used a co-writer or editor on some rough areas, and because it's a common complaint that there aren't more women in the podcast.

i'm not sure i can recommend which one to start with, as to me they have very different vibes. maybe just listen to episode one of each and see which one fits your mood better. i think they're both excellent, just not actually as similar as we like to joke they are.

so yeah, that's my long schpiel about my two favorite podcasts lol 😊 feel free to ask if you have more questions!

[pikuna]

DanDaDan Fanfic - You, Me and I - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: Dandadan (Anime) Relationship: Ayase Momo/Takakura "Okarun" Ken Characters: Ayase Momo, Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Shiratori Aira (Dandadan), Enjouji "Jiji" Jin, Vamola (Dandadan), Sakata Kinta (Dandadan), Ayase Seiko, Turbo-Granny (Dandadan)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Yokarun, Youkai Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Protective Takakura "Okarun" Ken, Doppelganger, Soul Separation, Post-Space Globalists Arc (Dandadan), Dandadan Manga Spoilers, Pre-Relationship, Awkwardness, Yokarun is too honest and Okarun attempts damage control

Summary:

A lot of weird things had happened in Okarun's life since he met Momo.

Befriending ancient ghosts, stopping an alien invasion and being able to travel telephone lines. This has become his new normal.

But seeing a version of yourself holding the girl of your heart in a tight hug and purring like an overgrown cat was still very surreal, even for his new standards.

Could you be jealous of yourself?

Has been ages since I last wrote fanfiction, but DanDaDan just itched the right spot and I was very motivated by all these others fics I read over the past few weeks. I might be rusty, but I had fun!

AO3 link or continue reading the story below.

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A pained hiss escaped Okarun, as he removed the last patch from his face.

Inspecting the cut in the bathroom mirror, he could see that it was almost healed and wouldn't leave a scar in the morning. His ability to recover from wounds of all kinds was fascinating, all thanks to his Yokai powers. Although he never wanted to find out what the limit was. He almost did five days ago.

Taking in a deep breath, he started his evening routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, changing into his pyjamas.

And his mind wandered.

It had been a very, very long day.

During the whole evening he had been able to distract his mind with the cheery presence of his friends, the relief that they were all alive and well. Okarun enjoyed the usual squabbling during dinner and just goofing off with Jiji and Kinta talking about their newly acquired toy robots.

But now exhaustion caught up with him, both in mind and body. He couldn't keep the bad thoughts away. The fear, the...heartbreak he had felt when Momo had charged towards that alien and just...disappeared. They say you see your life flash before your eyes before you die. In that moment it had felt like a part of him had died and all the wonderful moments he had shared with her replayed in his head. And for a few agonising seconds he thought that they would not be able to make more memories in the future.

The thought still made his stomach churn and he quickly shook his head, as to get rid of this awful feeling.

To little avail, as something else crept into his mind: Reiko Kashima.

Momo had told him that she was the most powerful Yokai of them all and she had proven that by defeating the alien army effortlessly. And under all his bravado when trying to protect Momo from her, he had noticed how his own Yokai powers felt uneasy in her presence.

It was just by luck that Reiko stopped pursuing Momo on a whim. Something about her finding love? He still didn't quite understand what had been going on, but he was just glad that Momo was safe.

She always managed to get into some kind of trouble, either by being reckless or pissing some higher entity off. Okarun admired her brashness, it's just who she was. But sometimes he wished she would act more cautious.

'But can I actually blame her?' he thought to himself with a sigh. 'I wouldn't care about my safety either if Miss Ayase was in danger.'

A tingle washed over his skin and something akin to a hum echoed in the back of his mind.

His Yokai self agreed with that statement.

thud

His forehead met the bathroom mirror and he felt a slight pang at the contact, something he tried to focus on instead of all these very depressing thoughts running through his head.

Falling asleep would be such a challenge tonight.

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Finished with his evening routine, Okarun left the bathroom and walked towards the spare room. It was always either his room or the boys room when the other guys stayed overnight. Jiji and Kinta were probably already snoozing away.

On his way, he walked past Momo's room, where the girls were sleeping.

A faint light shone from under the door and he could hear some hushed whispers. They seemed to be still awake.

He stopped in front of the door and just stared at it.

She was in that room.

This time the feeling that washed over him was a more aggressive prickling.

He should be in there with her, looking after her. Making sure she wouldn't do anything reckless again, that she stayed with him. Holding her close, wrapping himself around her, giving her safety and comfort.

Shredding anything that would dare approach her to bloody pieces.

His eyes and hair changed to their Yokai colours for a moment.

With a frustrated sigh, Okarun pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes, calming his nerves.

It was an absolutely stupid need...nay, desire he felt to protect her. They were safe here and Momo had Vamola and Aira with her. And she could take care of herself.

But...

But what if next time there was not an all powerful Yokai that did their battle for them? What if they were not so lucky and went against an enemy they couldn't defeat?

What if I'm not fast enough?

Thoughts spiralling further down a maelstrom of all the worst possible scenarios, he didn't notice how the door slowly opened.

"Okarun?"

Being yanked out of his dark thoughts, a surprised squeak escaped him and he jumped a step back. Momo was peering out of the half opened door, smiling amused at his overreaction.

"M-Miss Ayase! Don't scare me like that," he whined, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the grannies who were asleep in another room nearby.

"Your own fault," she chuckled, stepping outside into the dimly lit hallway and closing the door behind her. "Thought you would be snoring in a choir with the guys by now. Or are you trying to spy on us?"

The wide grin she gave him made it clear that she was just teasing, but Okarun still felt caught. He had been standing in front of her room like a creep after all.

"I-I...uh would never...," he stammered, one hand fidgeting with his glasses and looking away from her into the empty hallway.

"Then why are you still wandering around?" Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

He kept his eyes glued to the floor and the second hand came up to his glasses to cling to them. They seemed like a safety blanket at times, giving his nervously shaking hands something to hold on to.

It was a simple question, but he didn't know how to answer it. He didn't feel like lying to her, but he couldn't tell her what was going through his head.

I want to keep you safe in your room.

I'm still angry at you for being so reckless.

I'm afraid that you could get hurt.

I want to hold you and tell you how much I love you.

Even just thinking the last statement made the back of his neck feel very warm. Yeah, he definitely couldn't say that out loud. So he just opted to silence.

"Okarun?" Momo finally spoke up after a very long minute. "You okay?"

The worry in her voice was clear and when he glanced towards her, he could see it in her face too. A deep sigh escaped him, as he mulled over something he could give as a response.

"Today was just...a lot."

Not a lie. But also a big understatement of what was going on in his mind.

Out of the corners of his eyes he could see how Momo raised her arms and let out a groan before flopping ungracefully on the floor.

"You can say that again. I'm sick of all these aliens and Yokai. Just one weekend without anything weird or supernatural would feel like a vacation by now."

Her whine sounded more like she was complaining about a very annoying school report than being attacked by monsters. Okarun couldn't help himself, but to chuckle at her theatrics. And she had a very good point.

"A vacation...would be really nice," he agreed, hands moving away from his glasses and looking at her with a smile.

"Right?" she jumped back up and clapped her hands together, getting very excited now. "Maybe we should really go somewhere. Like..," The gears in her head were working hard, before she finally got it. "The beach! Just relaxing in the warm sun and going for a cool swim sounds like heaven. And I finally could wear that cute bikini I recently got."

It didn't register with him immediately what her last sentence was, too dumbfounded that she was serious with planning a vacation trip and that in the middle of the night. But that was Momo for you, spontaneously deciding on things because the mood struck. He really liked that about her.

Then it suddenly clicked in his head what she had said.

"V-very good idea. I-I'm sure the others would like that too," he spluttered, face flushed.

Suddenly, the floor was very interesting again and his hands were back on the glasses.

'Calm down, calm down!' he chided himself, his inner voice sounding high-pitched from panic. 'You will not think about Miss Ayase in a...in a...'

It was no use. Images of Momo in all kinds of bikinis flashed before his eyes and she looked cute in all of them. He was such a horrible man for having these thoughts.

Unseen by him, Momo just smiled at his very obvious distressed state. It flattered her that just mentioning wearing a bikini would get him so flustered. But then her smile faltered and it was her turn to look bashful to the side.

"Well...maybe it could be...only us?" She hated how sheepish her voice could sound.

At that, Okarun snapped out of berating himself and looked puzzled at her. Was she...was she suggesting what he thought she was?

After glancing at him for a moment, Momo started playing with her bangs and tried to explain herself: "It's just...me and the others, we've been training together the past week and you were...," Knocked out and close to death. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. He wished it were his arms. Her eyes met his gaze. "I could do with some quiet for a day or two."

Momo sounded like he felt: Tired. Just tired from everything and wanting some normality. It warmed his heart that she wanted to share that feeling of normality just with him. Going to the beach, having fun and not a care in the world about aliens and ghosts. Just two normal teenagers. And maybe...maybe he would be able to get his courage together to tell her.

"I would like that very much," he finally said, giving her a comforting and reassuring smile.

She blinked at him, before a sigh of relief escaped her and she answered with a grateful smile of her own.

"Glad you agree."

Suddenly her attitude shifted and she gave him a wide grin, while putting one hand on her hips and pointing with the other at him. "And since I came up with this great idea, you can be in charge of organising it. Don't worry, as thanks I will cook you whatever you want."

Okarun let out an amused huff, actually glad she wanted him to be in charge. Momo had a rather careless attitude towards planning, saying it would all work out somehow. He, on the other hand, was already thinking about which train would be best to take and affordable lodges in the beach area.

"That's really not necessary Miss Ayase. I don't mind organising it," he tried to convince her, but to no avail.

"Nah, I insist on it!" she said, thumping her first against her chest. "Come on, tell me what you would like."

That look of determination was all too familiar to him and so he just let his shoulders slack in defeat. It really was too late to argue with her about this. And if he was honest to himself...he always liked it when he got to eat food that was prepared by her.

"I think...I have come to really like your curry...," he mumbled and absently smiled, remembering how heavenly her curry had tasted after he had woken up from his coma. It had given him such an energy boost he had never felt before. The curry...and her note.

Oh

His whole body went stiff.

Of course the only reason he could forget about that at all was by having negative thoughts gnawing on his mind, leaving no room to continue agonising if her 'Love ya' note was meant in a platonic or...romantic way. But there it was again on the forefront of his mind, making his whole face flush with the possibility of the latter. Should...should he just ask? Would that be stupid? Was it obvious he should know the answer?

Debating with himself on what to do, he just stared at Momo with wide eyes. And she did pretty much the same, even in the dim light he could see that her cheeks were coloured.

I wish I could see her pretty eyes more clearly.

"Are you finally done with your yapping, you asswhipes? Some people need their beauty sleep over here!"

Both teenagers let out a startled yelp when Turbo Granny suddenly spoke up. They turned their heads to the bedroom of the grannies and saw the little maneki neko doll standing in the half opened door, glaring at them even more grumpy than usual.

Momo was the first to snap out of the shock. Anger turned her expression into a snarl and she pointed at the doll.

"No amount of sleep is able to fix that old hag visage of yours!"

"Rich coming from the gaudy hag! Be grateful I'm in no mood or I would teach you a lesson." While her voice was still full of venom, Turbo Granny did not sound as pissed off as she usually did. Maybe she really was just tired.

"Try me!" Momo growled and was ready to throw hands with the cat doll, only held back by Okarun who had managed to grab her by the elbow. Granny did not care for her challenge and shifted her focus towards Okarun.

"And you wimp!" While still keeping Momo from pouncing at Turbo Granny, his eyes darted towards the doll. "Get a hold of yourself or my spiritual powers will get into a tizzy. And then I have to fix it for you!"

With a frustrated cat sound she threw her little arms up, muttering something about idiot youngens. She did not further explain herself and just went back into the room, leaving the teenagers alone again.

"What is she talking about?" Momo asked, her previous fury replaced with concern. She looked at Okarun, but he was looking deliberately away from her, letting go of her elbow.

"Ahhh...no idea. Probably just grouchy because we woke her up," he tried to reassure her.

But internally, he had a bad feeling about this. The whole evening he had been shifting into his Yokai form partly for a few seconds. Always when his emotions got especially intense. What did Turbo Granny mean with the powers going into a tizzy? There was no use worrying about that at this hour. He probably just needed some rest and everything would be under control again. At least he hoped so.

"We should probably go to sleep too. We can talk more about the beach thing tomorrow."

Momo made an agreeing noise. Relieved she didn't keep probing at the subject, he gave her a small smile. "Goodnight Miss Ayase."

He turned around to leave, but he barely took two steps before she spoke up again.

"Okarun."

Before he was able to look back at her, he could feel her arms wrap around his chest from behind, her body pressing against his back.

She is so close.

Mouth open in a silent scream, Okarun went stiff. His heart was pounding so loud, he was sure the whole house could hear it. He hoped she couldn't feel how warm he got. Why was she suddenly hugging like this? Why now when he barely had the mental capacity to follow his foolish desires to hold her close himself? As much as he didn't want to, he had to get out of her arms or he would do something stupid.

Lost in frantic thoughts, he almost missed her whispered words. "You would tell me...if something is troubling you...right?"

The worry in her voice pulled him out of his flustered panic. With a glance behind him he could see how she had her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Her hair was pleasingly tickling the nape of his neck.

Making her worry was the last thing he wanted to, especially when there was no reason for it in his opinion. She should be sleeping peacefully and not stressing over him. He wasn't worth it.

His arms came up to hug hers that were wrapped around him, drawing soothing circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. If it was to calm her down, he didn't mind the closeness.

"I...have a lot on my mind," was all he admitted to. "But I'll be fine. Honestly, talking with you already helped me a lot. Thank you."

And it was true. She had cheered him up with her antics and idea for a beach vacation, given him something nice to look forward to.

Not completely happy with his answer, she grumbled against his back, but did not push him on that matter.

"You're welcome..." she mumbled. After giving him one last squeeze, she let go of him. He immediately missed her warmth on his back. "Okay, sleep well Okarun."

"You too, Miss Ayase."

They looked at each other for a moment longer. Momo looked like she was hesitating to do something, but in the end she waved at him, before turning to her bedroom door. He returned the wave and trudged towards the boys room.

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As expected, Jiji and Kinta were fast asleep and barely stirred when Okarun crawled into his futon. He just wanted to sleep, all of his body and mind were so exhausted. But apparently the latter was not too exhausted as to not edging him back to those dark thoughts he had earlier, back to worrying about things out of his control, of things that did not happen. This time he had a way to fight back: Thinking about how warm Momo felt against his back and that they would go to the beach, just the two of them.

It really had been so long since they did something together without someone from their friend group inviting themselves. He was happy to have so many friends, but he did miss the times when it was just him and Momo. The undefeatable duo. He chuckled a bit at the silliness of that thought. They would be pretty lost without the support of their allies. But one could imagine.

And so he slowly drifted off, lulled into sleep by thoughts of the good old times, the beach and Momo's warm smile.

After a while Okarun managed to fall asleep so deep that he did not notice the door opening and footsteps leaving the room.

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As soon as Momo had gone back to her room, Aira had started to interrogate her. Why was she out so long? What did she talk with Takakura about? She just deflected the questions with statements of being tired, but Aira only stopped when Vamola let out a big yawn. Grumbling, she settled into her futon, only wishing the alien girl a good night and ignoring their host.

Momo couldn't care less and just flopped onto her bed.

It really had been a long and exhausting day.

There was still some worry nagging at her about Okarun, but she would be questioning him about it more tomorrow. For now she was glad that her suggestion with the beach seemed to have brightened his mood. When she had seen him standing in the dark hallway he had looked so lost. So she had acted all silly to cheer him up and while she hadn't been serious about the beach trip at first, she was happy they both agreed it was a good idea. Finally she would be able to have some quality time just with him.

Blushing at that thought, she wrapped herself in the blanked and ignored her heart doing a little dance in her chest.

After calming herself down, she was able to fall asleep rather quickly. But as deep as her sleep was, so was it restless.

All the horrors of the day that she had been pushed away washed over her now. Scenes from the battles against the aliens flashed in her dreams. She was running, she was fighting.

She was afraid.

The door to her slowly opened. A dark and lanky figure entered the room quietly, carefully stepping between Aira's and Vamola's futon so as not to wake them up. It stopped in front of Momo's bed, red glowing eyes staring at her.

But she did not notice, trapped in her nightmare. Aliens slamming her against walls, punching her to the floor, squeezing her throat. She could only watch helplessly as the city around her was destroyed and her friends deadly injured. She tried to use her psychic powers, but there was nothing and she chocked for air. Tears were running down her face. She wanted this to just stop.

Suddenly a soothing cool washed over her. Nothing constricted her throat anymore, breathing felt so easy again. And then she felt a hand wrapping around hers. She whipped her head to the side.

It was Okarun.

He had taken her hand in his, smiling that bashful but oh so adorable smile of his. All the fear in her evaporated, replaced by a calming warmth in her chest. She smiled back at him.

Momo had been tossing and turning in her sleep, but now she laid there peacefully, the same smile on her face as in her dream. She squeezed the hand holding hers.

The figure sat down beside the bed, watching over her and letting her hold its hand the whole night.

[beanie-baby-0218]

My PJSK Fantasy AU !!

I’ve been writing a pjsk fantasy AU and wanted to share some of the stuff I’ve made for it so far :))

It’s Niigo and Shinonome Siblings focused. If I had to name a protagonist for it, it would be Ena but it’s generally more of an ensemble affair.

I’ve been writing it on AO3 so here’s a link to that if anyone is interested

There are who I’d consider the “main cast”:

Characters are marginally aged up but mainly to make the fact that some of them have jobs as knights and whatnot make more sense. Mizuki especially given she’s been a knight for a few years. I just can’t imagine having a 13yo be a knight lol.

World Building:

There are three main kingdoms. The Tenma Kingdom, the Hinomori Kingdom and the Ootori Kingdom

10 years before the events of the story, the Tenma and Hinomori Kingdoms found themselves engaged in war with each other. Things have since calmed down, but relations are still tense

There are humans and there are magical creatures

Magical creatures include anything and everything that can naturally use magic including witches, fae, pixies, etc etc. Humans can also become magical creatures through curses, such as one which turns its victim into a demon

On the other hand, magic does not come naturally to humans. In order to use magic, they lose small amounts of blood. Generally this results in nose bleeds but if used recklessly it can cause internal bleeding

There’s also dark magic, which are spells drawn using blood. These can be cast by both humans and magical creatures

Many humans seek to be able to control magic, thus they often outlaw and hunt magical creatures. Those who can’t hide their magic are typically pushed to the outskirts of society, whether that be slums or forests. They’re very rarely welcome in human towns and cities

Characters:

Kanade:

Kanade is technically half-witch, with her father being human and her mother being a witch

Her father attempted to experiment with music-based magic in order to improve his music which backfired on him both because he was reckless and because he was human

Kanade walked in the moment it backfired, winding up with a curse

Its effects are mostly minor. Her hands are covered in dark, vein-like lines and will often lock up or go numb. This usually happens as a result of stronger emotions, but can also happen randomly. It’s usually painless but sometimes it does hurt

Generally, she can only ever seem to recover when turning to music. Usually this means attempting to play a song on her lyre

Mafuyu:

As mentioned previously, humans often get injured upon using magic

Mafuyu comes from the Hinomori Kingdom, being the child of Lord and Lady Asahina. Her father is an advisor for the royal family whilst her mother is a housewife

He originally picked up healing magic as a way to heal the small scratches and bruises his friends would often receive whilst playing

When her mother noticed this, she began to encourage Mafuyu to keep practicing and getting even better at healing magic. For a while it became Mafuyu’s single focus and it took both a physical and mental toll on her

Things remained that way until Mafuyu’s friend, Princess Shizuku, offered him an escape through becoming a knight. This gave Mafuyu peace of mind for a while, until an encounter with an innocent young orc he was expected to kill, in which he began to question the morals of the kingdom he worked for

She ended up abandoning her post that day, later being found by Ena who convinced Meiko to let her live with them

Ena:

Ena was ten when the war between the Tenmas and the Hinomoris began. She got separated from her family and ended up being fatally injured, believing herself to be as good as dead

Instead a strange boy with a set of horns appeared and held out his hand to her. When she took it, those horns transferred onto her head, turning her into a demon

This gave Ena the magic to heal her wounds enough to survive and she was soon found by another demon - Meiko - who took her in

Whilst neither Ena nor Meiko know too many details about their curse, they know that it makes their magic volatile and incredibly responsive to emotions. Ena fears both that, if she tried to return home, she may hurt her family with her magic given she is quite the emotional person, and worried that her family may not accept her in this new form

Mizuki:

Mizuki became a knight at a relatively young age due to King Tenma’s insistence

She generally dislikes her job, but knows that if she were to abandon her post it would put both her and her older sister in danger

Mizuki believes they owe a lot to Yuuki for how she took care of Mizuki when they were younger, so is willing to take on the burden of keeping them both safe

She met Ena and the others during a stroll in the forest (where they live). The three of them were on a walk when they bumped into Mizuki, and immediately assumed she was some sort of threat. To her surprise, once she was able to reassure them all that she wasn’t a threat, they became surprisingly friendly and a bond formed between them

Niigo are some of the only friends Mizuki has and they’ll do anything to keep them out of harms way. This includes almost exclusively visiting them at night and occasionally going on errands for them so they don’t have to enter the capital city

From this point on I have nowhere near as many lore additions to add about each character lol

Akito:

Used to be friends with the young Lord Toya. A young boy who was so close to Prince Tsukasa and Princess Saki that they saw him as their brother. Much like Akito’s sister, Toya has gone missing and is presumed by many to be dead

Also not lore related but I’m so annoyed because I just realised that some of his text is in a different colour

An:

Comes from a family of bards

Her dad owns a café which she often visits during the work day to get some coffee to give her an energy boost

Her close friend Kohane works there as a waitress

Rui:

Not gonna say anymore about him than there already is. He’s meant to be very elusive

Meiko:

Whilst she has never confirmed or denied it, Ena assumes that Meiko’s deadpan nature is her way of controlling the curse. She never expresses any strong emotions, meaning she struggles with losing control of her magic much less frequently than Ena

She also has ties to a mischievous fae who lives in the forest and enjoys pulling pranks on its residents

Omg that spiralled out of control a little. It’s not even all the content I have for this AU but I feel like this is already wayyy too much of a ramble as is

Maybe I’ll make another post for art/card edits I’ve been making for it

Also any future posts about this will be under the tag ‘#narcissus and marigolds’

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[toooliix]

hey! alright so i may have done a thing

so for the past,,, idk 3 weeks? ive been going on a deep dive into spelling bee mostly to sedate my own curiosity of needing to know everything about what i'm interested in. as it turns out, there is a LOT of content with this musical, so i'm here to talk about my findings! note: i will be keeping this EXCLUSIVE to the original 2005 off broadway cast. as much as i'm a brown university girlie through and through, the original cast is where the content is. OKAY FIRST: youtube findings

a lot of small videos were made usually with logainne and leaf. you'll be quick to learn that they made the most off stage content. i have a public playlist with these videos, along with interviews, the original boot, and a few other things. the cast album isn't in it because that's audio only and i want visuals damnit. (plus its on spotify and easy to look up so.) the exception is 25apcsbmt12doc because its pretty underground and the purpose is to get word out about niche things.

second: myspace pages a lot of the spellers have myspace pages! this is like. a common thing!! only two were archived (leaf and logainne) and are able to be accessed! i'll talk about the others in a bit. they contain new information and i personally find them very interesting!

leaf logainne

HOWEVER: three are currently able to be accessed through modern myspace without needing an account. the format is off, but it's accessable.

barfee 25apcsb account panch third: other

there's two different things here so i'll separate them :]

3.1: r/v club

r/v club is a short film by rebecca feldman (one of the people that worked on spelling bee) that includes logainne! it can be found on her site with other short films. i believe this is the only one with her in it HOWEVER i have not checked therefore i could be wrong. it's set post-spelling bee, i believe. also jesse is in it but not as leaf.

r/v club

3.2: official site

spelling bee had a site!! and official merch!! its just a cool thing i think. it'll be mentioned again in the last section

spelling bee site

fourth and final: lost media (to my knowledge)

okay, spelling bee has.... QUITE a bit of lost media. again, this will be separated into parts.

4.1: C-R-E-P-U-S-C-U-L-E

before spelling bee was a thing, crepuscule (albiet mispronounced) was an improv play made by the farm. (same group who made r/v club) a lot of the characters were similar or the same, and it has a similar premise. however, it wasn't a musical. from what i've heard, there USED to be a boot of it, however i haven't found one of my own. i would love to be corrected.

4.2 myspace pages

remember how i was going to say this was going to come up again? hi thats now. outside of leaf and logainne, other myspace accounts were made! mitch (comfortcounselor), olive (mydictionary) + (oliveostrovsky), chip (chiptolentino), marigold (marigoldconeybear) an olive and barfee joint account (ilovemydictionary), and a leaf and logainne joint account (schwartzylogan). there's also another leaf account with the very confusing name of panchspell the issue with these is that theyre not archived, so you'll need a myspace account with a verified email to view these. in the year of our lord 2024 that's not exactly an easy find, especially since verification emails no longer send. plus, one of olive's accounts is dictionary.com now so,,,, who knows what it looks like there. most also need a connection, which makes things even MORE difficult. i hate how close but out of reach these accounts are.

4.3. spelling bee game

yeah they had a game. it's on the site, and it's eternally stuck at loading characters from my experience. here's the link anyway! game

4.4 the dirty bee

oh jesus its the dirty bee. so for context, in 2006 when the show was running, a few nights were booked for spelling bee that were meant for mature audiences and were 18 plus. it's catered towards people who have already seen the bee and want something new. it was inspired by jay (panch) and putting in words or sentences researsals that were clearly for funnies because he was bored. alas it became a derivative of the musical. all we know is what an article provides (theres more than one but the one linked gives the most info) and that chip quote unquote "finished off" at my unfortunate erection according to jose. there's rumor that chip is canonically bi in it but theres no sources so,,,, can't confirm that one.

article

(the quote is said in the reunion "stars in the house" and is found in the playlist)

conclusion:

there's genuinely so much shit in this musical i find it fascinating. this post WILL be updated with any other finds or information. PLEASE dm me or let me know if i got something wrong or if you have something to add (though do add a source, please and thank you)

ALSO: reblogs are greatly appreciated!! shoutout to the wiki, @/honkmaster69 and the people i spam in dms for helping and tolerating me <33

[classygreydove]

5 JYL-centric fic recs for her birthday

I love a good JYL-centric fic, so here's some recs for her birthday! (I'll be excluding most of my favorite YanQing fics, as I have enough to make a separate rec list for the pairing.)

thunderstorms by antebunny - T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, 11k words, COMPLETE

Tags: Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian, Jiang Yanli & Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli & Yu Ziyuan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Character Study, BAMF Jiang Yanli, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, OOC Jiāng Yànlí

Warnings: Yu Ziyuan's A+ Parenting, Child Abuse

Summary:

Jiang Yanli cannot recall a time in which she was not angry.

[Dove's Notes: Personally, I did not find this fic OOC at all, though it is tagged as such - merely developing and exploring the potential of JYL's character. And what a great job the author did at that! I have read this fic multiple times; it's so good.]

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear - G, NAW, F/M + M/M, 17k, ONGOING

Tags: Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It, cloud recesses days, Canon Divergence, Family Feels

Summary:

Jiang Yanli hadn’t heard that arrogant tone from him in years and it irked her to hear it now, directed at her. She didn’t have to take that. Jin Zixuan was reeling back with a hand cradling his nose before she even realized that she’d punched him.

[Dove's Notes: fun and heartwarming, a great fic if you enjoy time travel fix-its and a confident JYL out to make many friends.]

for want of a doctor by Fleetling, Fensandmarshes - T, NAW, F/F + F/M + Multi, 14k words, COMPLETE

Tags: Jiang Yanli/Nie Mingjue/Wen Qing, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Ying, Everybody Lives, Canon-Divergence, Fix-It, Arranged Marriage

Summary:

"Jiang Yanli has spent years learning how to be quiet like a flower: a lotus on the still water, beautiful and invisible and all-hearing. Wen Qing, though, is quiet like a knife." Jiang Yanli learns the truth of Dafan during her time at the Cloud Recesses. Things go a little differently from there.

[Dove's Notes: Fantastic and fun fic. I've reread it multiple times. Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing are both so well developed and well-written, and the rarepair is executed well.]

Home to Lotus Pier by hornkerling - M, MCD, M/M + Multi + F/F, 15k words, ONGOING

Tags: Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Ying, WangXian, Jiang Yanli & Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Jiang Yanli/Mianmian, Character Study, Canon Divergence, Jiang Yanli Lives, BAMF Jiang Yanli, Sect Leader Jiang Yanli, Jiang Yanli & Lan Wangji Friendship, Good Sibling Jiang Cheng, Clan Politics, Lotus Pier, Cloud Recesses Rabbits

Warnings: Grief/Mourning

Summary:

Jiang Yanli, on grief and friendship and the weight of personal names, six months after Wei Wuxian dies from a cut aimed at her back. Lan Wangji, on love and exile, trying to make his way with a new family. Luo Qingyang, on loyalty and survival and slow, new attraction. Jiang Cheng, on care and cost and old fears, trying to keep his family safe even when he wants to kill them.

[Dove's Notes: Not just JYL-centric, but there's a lot of focus on her character and her relationship with Mianmian. There's also illustrations! It is sadly incomplete.]

do not wilt alone by Anonymous - T, NAW, Gen, 7k words, COMPLETE

Tags: Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian, Wangxian, Canon-Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Character Study

Warnings: Past Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic JC, Bad Parent Yu Ziyuan, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly

Summary:

It’s easy to fall into old patterns, to use what once had a hope of working in the face of a familiar wrath. Her mother could be distracted on occasion, her attention diverted towards Jiang Cheng’s accomplishments or whatever small matter Jiang Yanli could think to bring to her notice swiftly enough. “The disciples will be finished with their training soon, won’t they?” She knows they will, the rhythms of Lotus Pier deeply ingrained in her. They may not be as structured as Gusu Lan, but that does not mean they are completely without it. “In this heat, it will be nice for them to have something refreshing. A-Xian, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?” For a few beats of her heart, she believes it has worked. “Hold on,” Jiang Cheng calls, his gaze not once leaving Wei Wuxian. “I’d like to hear about this nighthunt. It must have been important for you to be away from Lotus Pier for so long.”

[Dove's Notes: I adored how Jiang Yanli's perspective was written. So much of her character in the details. Not a fic for Jiang Cheng fans, unfortunately. He's Not Nice in this one.]

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey, Paintbrush here!

Recently noticed that a few others at Hotel OJ have made some tumblr blogs, so I decided to as well! Welcome to my blog, all :)

I'm Paintbrush (they/them) and I've competed on three seasons of Inanimate Insanity! Season three just ended and I've just been chilling at Hotel OJ for a while. Not doing much else, so I'll probably be answering asks frequently.

DISCLAIMER: this ask blog has (unintentionally) become an au

if you want to get the full context, feel free to scroll down certain lore tags or check out the archive! -mod

Tags of interest:

#painty yapping: Paintbrush answering asks, sometimes used for reblog convos

#painty posting: explained here!

#misc asks: Asks that don't particularly have anything to do with a plot line

#bristle blather: Asks or convos specifically related to Paintbrush's bristles

#burnt-out brush: Posts where Paintbrush aint doing so hot... also includes the mini arc where Painty ran away and Backgroundy temporarily took over answering

#magic anon: Temporary events that can be applied on the blog

#rough sketch duo: Posts that feature both Paintbrush and Animatic (from Animatic Battle), Animatic usually played by @animaticaskblog

#backgroundy: A character introduced through a magic anon event, backgroundy is a friendly face on the wall that occasionally shows up on this blog. ....or are they? friendly i mean. backgroundy clearly has a lot to hide, and becomes quite defensive upon being asked about their past

#torch/inner flame: angry paintbrush? wrong! a completely separate character!! torch is a secretive and smooth-talking individual that possesses paintbrush at seemingly random times. also narrates paintbrush's actions

#flooding memories chronicles: Posts taking a dive into Backgroundy's obscure past!

#rediscovering fire chronicles: Paintbrush has an inner flame now. WHAT!!! oh just kidding theyre just possessed. hi torch!! whats your backstory?

#false contract chronicles: AAAAAA SPRINGYS HERE HES GONNA HIRE US ALL AAAA

#painty yapping and yapping: posts where Paintbrush rambles for an extended amount of time, usually not dialogue

#animaticified saga: paintbrush gets ab animaticified. that's it

#art imitates life chronicles: paintbrushs past wasnt ALL sunshine and rainbows... if only they knew what happened!

#backfire arc: paintbrush makes a terrible no good absolutely horrible bad decision. they suffer the consequences accordingly!

#still waters runs deep chronicles: torch and backgroundy FINALLY talk things over like civilized adults

#history repeats itself chronicles: another life has been created via m!a,,,, waow

#mod kit: Posts from the mod! me!!

hey, mod here! (vortex, he/they/she)

there are a few things id like to mention:

this is my first ask blog. in the history of EVER!! so pls be patient with me

dont plan on including ships on this blog! but i dont mind ship-related asks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ please just dont be weird or mention proships

like i said, dont be weird in the asks! please no nsfw or fetish-y asks either

dont be an asshole pretty please- i dont mind jokes and sarcasm but if ur only here to be a haterade pls leave 🥺

yall can do magic anons if you want! please try not to send too many tho 😁

i made the paintbrush asset myself! pls dont use it or steal it :')

i may not answer asks immediately so please be patient and dont spam or pressure me into answering! i may ignore and refuse to answer any asks if im uncomfortable as well

keep in mind some of what i say may be personal headcanons or made up on the spot! ill stick to canon as much as possible but if theres an opportunity to add a headcanon, ill likely do so

thanks for reading!

[the-golden-comet]

Writerly Questionnaire

The very lovely @sableglass , @the-letterbox-archives , @nczaversnick , @drchenquill , @thecomfywriter , @thatuselesshuman , @glasshouses-and-stones , and @theink-stainedfolk , tagged me in this one. (I absolutely relate to your love of escapist romances to read alongside the beach 💖✨)

I’ll answer the best I can. Bear in mind I’m a little bit of a chaos gremlin :)

About Me

When did you first start writing?

About 12 years old. I always took a liking to Disney animated classics, which have inspired me to write and draw similar to the style.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Actually, the two are very similar. What I love to write is what I love to read. I’ve taken more of a fancy to writing romances now as opposed to a decade ago, though :)

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

Not that I’m aware of. Everyone has taken a little bit of inspiration from different sources, whether knowingly or unknowingly, so there are probably some authors or writers that I share similarities with. I know for a FACT that a lot of my stories draw heavy inspiration from Disney, which has influenced my art and storytelling styles ✨

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

Ahhh, yes. Couch, coffee table, writing laptop, coffee. Soft throw draped across my lap as I get perpetually cold. Thankfully, it’s nice and quiet in this writing space and it allows me to let me do string-of-thought writing for hours. The only thing is sometimes I lose track of time this way, so I have to set an alarm for breaks and meals.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Watching movies, listening in on my friends’ DnD campaigns, or reading stories from friends and mutuals :)

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Not really. I keep my personal life and writing life pretty separate. After all, a great thing about writing fantasy is that it doesn’t HAVE to tie in to the real world, or personal life. It can be whatever I want it to be ✨

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Recurring themes? You bet. I either write a high fantasy BL Romance, or low fantasy slice-of life RomCom. My favorite writing tropes are Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Found Families, Romantic Comedy, Magic in the Mundane, Slice of Life, Call to Action/Prophecy, and Absurdism.

Do they surprise me? Absolutely. I can have a beautiful plot all planned out, and then my characters say, “okay I see the route, but what if we take a sliiiiight detour? :)” and then soon enough I’m on a totally unique and unexplored path in my writing….and that’s exciting. An adventure all on its own ✨

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

I fear if I don’t say Peter here, he’s gonna kill me. In my current WIP, my favorite character is Ali because he’s a lovable goofball genie that wants the best for Noah. Overall currently (side eying) Peter because he’s a chaotic-neutral, anti-establishment, insane pirate captain that makes my life entertaining 😂

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Ali. Hands down. Dude gets along with just about everyone.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Any of the villains I wrote, but going off of main OCs? Gosh that’s tough….probably Tyr because he’s really angry all the time (for good reason, but too much of that is toxic)

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

Oh boy. That’s a big one. Let’s see….

Character building kinda happens simultaneously to Plot Planning; it’s a bit hard to describe, as there’s no “right order” to my world building. But usually it’s: “Okay, who is my protagonist? Who is the antagonist? What do they look like? Is the protag a hero, or villain? Is the antag a hero, or villain? What is their ‘general moral alignment?’ What are their characteristics? What are their strengths? What are their flaws? What are their goals and aspirations? Etc.” I do this for each major character. Then, secondary and supporting characters, who get a little less polish but still enough to be human (or relatable) in nature, start getting fleshed out.

Once I get the Core Plots and characters made and planned out, I start piecing the events in chronological order in the story. This becomes my “roadmap” that helps drive the narrative. Then….well, the rest just kinda falls into place. Once I have a “Plan of Events,” all that’s left is writing the story around the plan. And, as I’m writing, new ideas may come, and I get to explore that a little further during the writing phase.

tl;dr: I do the “Tree Approach.” Characters are the foundational trunk. Branches are the Core Plots. Twigs are the Conflicts. Leaves are the little details of each conflict (i.e. how characters react, where the conflict is set, what this means for each character’s aspirations, etc.)

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Yep :)

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

Like this:

My Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Personal enjoyment, mainly. And how far I can stretch and challenge my creative mind ✨

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Any story reactions and positive engagement is always appreciated. Just don’t be a dick and you’re good 👍

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

I loathe this question. As long as people enjoy my stories, that’s what matters. I’m just one silly little guy writing stories for my own enjoyment. The fact that other people can enjoy my wild ideas as well is a blessing in of itself.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Comedy and Dialogue. And comedic timing.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

Same as above. Also have been told that I have wildly entertaining and outlandishly creative ideas portrayed in “insane, chaotic, and ballsy ways.” Coolio 🤙

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I’m proud of it. I’ve successfully written stories that I wanted to read, and reading back through my stories is really entertaining and motivating :)

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

I’ve already been writing stories on my own for well over a decade, nearly two. It was my husband and friends who finally pushed me to go public, and I’m very glad I did :)

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

I write solely for my entertainment, and my personal opinion is that’s the best way to do it, honestly. If I write stories that I want to read, I enjoy them, I spend more effort on them because I WANT to, not to please anyone other than myself. I don’t inhibit myself or censor myself, allowing me creative freedom to write wherever my heart takes me….which has led to some WILDLY entertaining plots. Even if writing is a career to some, if you find yourself enjoying what you write, you’re gonna motivate yourself beyond your wildest imaginations ✨

Man, that was a lot! Thank you @davycoquette for starting the chain, and thank you again Sable for tagging me!

I will gently and no pressure tag the following people as well as my tag list: @nczaversnick , @lavender-gloom , @cowboybrunch , @noblebs , @words-after-midnight , @saturnine-saturneight , @marlowethelibrarian , @aintgonnatakethis , @coffeexafterxmidnight , @astramachina , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , +open tag! 💛✨

✨👇Tag list for writing tidbits below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

Tag List for writing tidbits (lmk if you want + or -)

@talesofsorrowandofruin , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @deanwax , @dyrewrites , @honeybewrites , @paeliae-occasionally , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @billybatsonmylove , @madi-konrad , @houseplantblank , @far-cry-from-finality , @froggy-pposto , @fractured-shield , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @thecoolerlucky , @theaistired , @willtheweaver , @rivenantiqnerd @somethingclevermahogony , @noxxytocin , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @illarian-rambling , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild