#i've been poking at some other shorter fics

[acommonanomaly]

I know I shouldn't feel guilty at the thought of writing and posting another fic when I have a great big WIP I haven't updated in a couple of years but my brain is being a dick about it.

[adragoninshiningarmour]

What’s your plan for after Holy War?

Good question! After Holy War, I want to work on several smaller projects that I've got planned. Given how long Holy War has been, working on smaller stories will be a refreshing change of pace. That doesn't mean that that's the last we'll be seeing of the Royal Knights by any stretch, but in the immediate, I will want to work on some lower-intensity projects.

The biggest story I have planned is a shorter fic focusing on the members of Ban-tyo. I've plotted out this fic and I'm planning for it to have 20 chapters.

I also want to rewrite and finish my existing short story "The Battle I Staked My Life On", which is about AncientGreymon's backstory before he met the rest of the Warrior Ten. This story's supposed to have around 10 chapters.

I have a few other short stories planned. One of which is about Alphamon and the Death-X Incident. Another is about Examon and some of his backstory in the United Dramonic Coalition. I don't have outlines for these yet, but I don't intend for them to be much longer than five parts each.

Apart from that, I have a few other ideas floating around. I'd love to write a story about the Warrior Ten, as they're some of my older characters and I'd love to give them the attention that they deserve outside of me and my friend's private chats. I have an idea about when Gankoomon and Hackmon met the Sistermons, as well. I'd also like to do drabbles or one shots about various sorts of characters, whether they're the Royal Knights, other groups, or individual characters of mine that I've got floating around my head. All of these will take place in the Null Verse, at various points in time.

That being said, while we are getting close to the end of Holy War, realistically, I doubt I'll be able to finish the story by the end of the year, so we've still got a little ways to go until then. I'm hoping I'll be able to at least get deep into the final battle by the end of the year, but being honest with myself about my writing speed lately, I don't want to over-promise anything beyond that. xD I'm definitely going to keep poking myself to write as much as I can though. Pretty much everything is mapped out, so it's just a matter of time-management and pushing myself every now and then.

Thanks for the question. I'm excited to finish Holy War and also to explore what's next!

[tsarisfanfiction]

Hide and Seek

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Michael, Apollo, Piper, Meg, Jason Michael wasn't expecting to stumble across his mortal father in his latest escape attempt. Now if only his dad would do the sensible thing and get off the floating villa Michael's been trying to escape for the past two years. TOApril day 24 - Unexpected Allies. This is a spin-off AU from mine and @stereden's fic A Single Drachma, where instead of his escape from Caligula meaning he missed the TBM drama of canon... well. This happened. I may or may not tackle this AU properly later on, but for now here's a pilot of what could be. There are characters I've not written much if at all before in here, so please bear with any oocness that may have occurred as I start to get to grips with them.

Michael didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this.

More fucking big eared furry menaces hounding him with the bows that he just wished he could get his hands on?  He’d rather not because they meant trouble, but they were a possibility.

Brainwashed humans and stupid cyclopes working together to pin him down and drag him back to his dressed-up fucking prison?  Second most likely, and preferred out of the two – even without a weapon he had a chance of wriggling past them.

The horse?  Fuck off, but also a known quantity.  Same for the deluded creepy freak that called himself an emperor-god and kept telling Michael he was going to replace Apollo.  If he never saw either of them again it would be too fucking soon, but so far his luck hadn’t been that good.

It hadn’t been good at all.  If it was, he wouldn’t have been stuck on these fucking boats for the past two years.  Michael was very, very sick of water everywhere he looked.  There was land around them at the moment, some bay or other, although he had no idea which one.  He didn’t care, either, as long as he could finally get away, and there had been enough noise going on that something was happening, and he had another chance to slip away – if he could get onto one of those landing boats unnoticed.

Then the lightning had struck the boat he was on, blowing apart enough of it that the freaky sound-proofing that Michael hated so much cracked open and the noise of fighting was right there.

Lightning.  Striking a boat.

Michael had been a demigod long enough to know that lightning didn’t just strike for no reason.

He shrunk back into the shadows as more of the freak’s goons – one of them a cyclops – ran towards the broken cabin and yanked open the door with enough force that it almost came off its hinges.  The freak was not going to be happy about the destruction of one of his precious boats, and Michael almost wished he could see his reaction.

Almost.

He still wanted to get the fuck away more.

Then the freak’s goons dropped dead, and Michael saw opportunity.  He hated to admit it, but with two years’ worth of failed escape attempts, it was pretty damning evidence that he wasn’t going to get away without some help.  It was either going to save or damn him, but he needed to know if there were more anti-freaks on the ship – if there were, he was joining their fucking party no matter what they said.

Michael stayed low as he nudged the door open, pushing it without actually standing in the doorway, because he’d seen how fast those idiots had dropped and wasn’t going to get himself killed by being like them.

Gold weapons flashed out at the empty space, lower than he’d anticipated – a shorter warrior than he’d accounted for – and proved his paranoia right.

“I’m not with those bastards,” he said, keeping his voice low – because sound travelled on the water and the freak might be several boats over but that didn’t make him necessarily out of earshot – but clear.  He was well aware his outfit didn’t help matters, with the stupid white-and-blue sailor crap the freak loved so much, but that wasn’t his fucking choice, either.  Still, he poked his head cautiously around the doorframe, keeping a hand raised where whoever was in there could see it.

It was a bad fucking idea, he knew it was, but two years was enough to make him more than a little bit fucking desperate, okay?

There were four of them in there – closest to the door, with those dangerous-looking twin golden blades, was a black haired girl about his height, and probably a similar age to Kayla (if Kayla hadn’t fallen, and no, Michael wasn’t going to think about seeing his youngest sister fall from the fucking bridge right now).  The other teenagers were all a couple of years younger than him, maybe Will’s age or a bit older, but they had the clear air of demigods, and Michael hadn’t seen any of those in two years.

Demigods on a quest, even if there was too many of them, technically.  If the kid was part of it.

She certainly gripped her weapons like she knew how to use them.

“Michael?”

It was his name, soft and broken and unexpected, and it came from the curly haired brown boy clutching an arrow in his hands.

“You know this guy?” the older girl asked, and the other boy – this one blond – peered at him from behind his glasses in a way that looked distinctly Athena-kid-like, except for the bright blue eyes.

“I- yes,” Curly said, sounding like he’d seen a fucking ghost, and Michael scowled at him.  He didn’t recognise him at all – he hadn’t been a camper two years ago, none of them had been, Michael didn’t recognise any of them.  Not the unruly brown curls, not the nasty case of acne, not his voice or even the bow that he used.

Then he made eye contact.

He’d heard the saying ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ many times, but he’d always dismissed it at romanticised bullshit.  Eyes were eyes and they came in many colours and shapes and emotions, but the idea of them being more had never settled well with him.

Curly’s eyes were an unfamiliar blue, but there was something in them that was familiar, that made Michael unwillingly think of camp, of his siblings, of dreams and sun-warmth.  Of all the things he’d missed for the past two years, wrapped up into one condensed thing.

“Dad?” he asked, and it was stupid, Apollo wouldn’t be fucking here, except-

Except it was, wasn’t it?

Fuck.

“Michael!”  The arrow dropped to the ground, and Curly – Apollo, really, what the actual fuck, what had taken him so fucking long and Michael wasn’t stupid, Apollo hadn’t expected to see him – grabbed him in a desperate embrace.

“How many do you have?” the younger girl asked, but she wasn’t threatening Michael with her swords so he was going to take that.  She went unanswered as Apollo started crying into Michael’s shoulder, blubbing things about you’re alive that Michael immediately decided to shut up in a box and not acknowledge until after he was off the fucking floating villa once and for all.

With his dad there, it seemed a lot more possible, even if there was something really weird about him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Michael demanded, intentionally cutting off Apollo’s words.

“That’s what I want to know,” the older girl said, and Michael could see the way her eyes were inspecting his clothes with suspicion.  “So tell me why you’re here.”

Her voice gained a sort of double-layer, subtle enough that Michael knew most people couldn’t hear it, let alone ignore it, but he wasn’t most people.  Drew had bitched about it often enough.

“You’re an Aphrodite kid,” he deducted, pointedly not answering the Charmspeak-layered question.  That would tell her what she needed to know, would stop her wasting her power-

Except she was looking at him with even more open suspicion now, and so was the so far silent blond boy behind her.  Seriously?

“Answer my question,” she said, and the Charmspeak was less subtle and more like a hammer against his ears.

Idiot.  How had Drew or Silena let her out on a quest like that?

He shut down the unwelcome thought that maybe they hadn’t been there to teach her.

“When you stop trying to fucking Charmspeak me,” he growled.  “Apollo, why the fuck are you like this?”  He gestured as best he could whilst trapped by his dad’s arms at the whole not-pretty teenager thing.  He’d never seen Apollo look so not-perfect in his life.

“He’s mortal,” the younger girl – and really, Michael could do with some fucking names, he was going to call her Sword Girl until he got a better one – shrugged, although there was nothing carefree about the action.

That… that was another can of fucking worms that Michael did not want to deal with right then.  His immortal god of a father suddenly mortal.  Great.

Wait.  Fuck.  Was this what the freak meant when he said he was going to replace Apollo?  Fuck, no, Michael was not letting that happen.

“You need to get the fuck off this boat,” he snapped.  “Now.  Why the fuck are you even here, anyway?”

“To steal Caligula’s shoes,” Sword Girl said bluntly.  She was rapidly becoming Michael’s favourite for actually answering his questions with recognisable answers.  Even if they were stupid ones.

“Why?” he despaired.  “What is worth risking your whole damn fucking existence for a pair of fucking shoes?  Or a boat of them?”

“How do you know about that?” Charmspeak Girl demanded (he would have called her Charmspeak Bitch, except Drew was a difficult one to topple from her bitch queen throne), her voice still laced with the fucking useless power.

He fixed her with a glare.  “Stop with the fucking Charmspeak.  It doesn’t fucking work on me, and even if it did it’s not a fucking interrogation power.”

“What do you mean?” formerly Silent-Blond asked, finally inserting himself into the conversation.  Charmspeak Girl looked just as confused, if also frustrated, and Michael realised she really didn’t have a fucking clue.

She was working with his dad, and Michael wasn’t one for dead demigods, either.  Fuck, he was not qualified to teach Aphrodite kids about their own powers, dammit.  Still, he had to say something.

“Charmspeak is based on attraction,” he told her, elbowing his dad in the process because forget Drew and Silena, why hadn’t Apollo thought to explain this shit to her?  “You persuade people that are fucking attracted to you that they want to do whatever the fuck you want.  Works for direct orders.  Doesn’t work for getting the truth out of people when they’re busy saying whatever the fuck they think you want to hear.  Stop relying on the fucking thing, it’s unreliable at best.”

Charmspeak Girl looked like he’d just told her the sky was fucking green.  Duty done, Michael ignored her and turned back to his dad.

“You need to get the fuck off this villa,” he repeated.  “Which of these idiots is your master?” because Michael had been a camper for seven fucking years, he knew the stories.  Every damn time his dad got turned mortal, he got given a demigod master.  Silent-Blond and Charmspeak Girl stared at him like he’d said something unreasonable, while Sword Girl puffed her chest out.

“Me, duh.”

Huh.  Well, at least it wasn’t Charmspeak Girl.

“Get him the fuck away from this villa,” he told her.  “This isn’t fucking worth-”

“There’s a prophecy,” Apollo said, finally talking again.  “We need those shoes, to beat him.”

Well, fuck.

Michael would love to see the freak defeated.  Right now, more than most other fucking things, but he wasn’t letting Apollo get destroyed in the process, which was what was going to happen if his idiot of a currently-mortal dad kept trying to scout across the boats until he stumbled across the right one, and then the right pair of shoes.

No fucking way.

Fuck.

“What fucking shoes?” he demanded, finally pushing Apollo off of him.  Mortal or not, Apollo was still the god of prophecy.  If he was saying shit like that, then Michael couldn’t just tell him to fuck off and ignore it.

“Caligula’s namesake,” Silent Blond finally spoke, still assessing him with those too-sharp, too-bright blue eyes.  Michael still couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t quite an Athena kid, but didn’t have a clue what other options were on the table.  “His childhood shoes.”

Michael sighed and nodded.  “Get the fuck off of this thing,” he told them.  “You don’t stand a fucking chance.”

They bristled, all four of them, and Michael got it, at least from the three demigods.  Of fucking course they didn’t trust him.  Apollo’s reaction hurt a little more, but Michael forced himself to ignore it.  The arrow at his foot caught his attention and he bent down, picking it up and shoving the shaft against his dad’s chest, not entirely certain why except it was an arrow and Michael had always been an archer.

Apollo’s eyes got so wide it would have been funny if Michael wasn’t currently trying to save his dad’s fucking existence.

“Go,” he snarled.  “If you want to be fucking helpful, get one of those fucking landing boats over to ship forty three.”

“And what are you going to do?”  She’d finally dropped the Charmspeak, but her voice was still sharp without it.

Michael scoffed.  “I’m going to go get your fucking shoes.  Now fuck off.”

He didn’t wait for them to respond, ducking back out of the ruined cabin and slipping back into the shadows.

Time to put the last two years of playing hide and seek with the freak’s fucking goons to good use.

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Okay I don't usually put A/Ns at the end of fics on tumblr, but at this point I want to clarify the Charmspeak thing, because Charmspeak is a power that can very easily go squick so I've spent some time trying to make it not so awful - specifically the implication that every middle-aged adult that Piper charmspeaks is Attracted to a sixteen year old girl. So, the premise I've worked on is that Charmspeak works on by drawing on either attraction (as in somebody already actively attracted either romantically or physically to the Charmspeaker), or for more powerful Charmspeakers like Piper, the potential for attraction (e.g. if a man is straight or bi/attracted to women, then even though he's an upstanding individual who would never dream of being attracted to a teenage girl, because the only thing that skews her out of his demographic is her age, the Charmspeak is still enough to bring them under control despite the lack of active attraction). This also extends to the additional worldbuilding whereby people with no potential for attraction - don't swing that way, or in the case of Michael in all my fics, are both very much aroace and also have no inclination to seek that sort of company anyway - can't be Charmspoken, even by someone as powerful as Piper.

[cuddlepilefics]

Carsick Seonghwa (short)

Since I don't always have the time or energy to write a full fic, I'm experimenting with some shorter stuff...

Please let me know what you think<3

Seonghwa's POV.:

Today's schedule had been incredibly long and I knew that I wasn't the only one feeling tired after such a day. Why did the others not get quieter as their energy ran out? I've been nursing a headache for most of the day and thought once the kids have tired themselves out, they'd surely stop fooling around but nope- I was wrong.

We were currently on our way back to the dorm and I had the misfortune of ending up in the same van as San and Wooyoung. They had connected Wooyoung's phone to the speakers and had an intense karaoke session, screaming their heads off. If they continued like this, the drive would be a long drive indeed. Yunho sat next to me and at some point met my eyes, shaking his head the tiniest bit. 

Why did Hongjoong have to ride with Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho? Sure, one of us in each car but why did he get the calm kids? "Hyung, I'm pretty sure my ears are bleeding", Yunho whispered with a wince. I only nodded at that, feeling the same way. Rummaging through my bag, I produced a box of earplugs and quickly put some in my ears before offering a sealed pack to Yunho. There wasn't much use in telling our dongsaengs to be quiet, they'd have to blow off steam eventually otherwise they wouldn't be able to sleep and too tired to get through tomorrow's schedule. 

Yunho gave me a grateful smile as he put the earplugs in and leant against the window, closing his eyes. I should probably do the same. Ugh, my head was killing me. I tried to follow Yunho's example but found the position extremely uncomfortable, plus, the movement of the car was slowly making my stomach feel funny. No, I don't really get carsick but driving while not feeling well does get to me occasionally. Breaking into a sweat, I took off my hoodie and bunched it up to use as a pillow. It felt nice to rest my head and close my eyes for a bit. 

Unlike Yunho, I wasn't able to fall asleep though. Every turn of the road caused my stomach turn turn along with it and closing my eyes wasn't really helpful either. Sighing, I sat up straight again and massaged my forehead. San had turned to me and I saw his lips moving. I clumsily picked one of the earplugs from my ear and muttered: "Wha'?" - "I asked if you're okay. You look really pale, hyung", San repeated, causing Wooyoung to turn to me too. "Uhm, I have a bit of a headache but I'm okay", I assured them but was I? I didn't know. 

"Could you- could you ask the driver to pull over?", I breathed, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. While Wooyoung talked to the driver, San frowned: "What's going on, hyung?" I could only shake my head. My mouth was watering already and I was afraid to speak. Pressing a fist to my lips, I swallowed and drew a shaky breath. My head spun dizzily as we hit another turn and I tightly gripped the seat in front of me. "We'll stop as soon as we get the chance to pull over", Wooyoung informed and I could only hope I'd last till then, already feeling sicker by the second. He made eye contact with San before asking: "Do you need a bag?" Nodding urgently, I squeezed my eyes shut. "How long have you been sick, hyung?", Wooyoung asked and I heard the crinkle of a plastic bag being dumped out in a hurry. 

As soon as my dongsaeng handed it to me, my stomach lurched and I barely managed to open the bag in time. A steady hand appeared on my back. San had poked Yunho's leg till the boy had woken up and removed his earplugs. I was glad when Yunho wrapped one arm around my shoulders, steadying my as I choked up the small dinner I had forced down earlier. My throat was on fire as I kept coughing. While Yunho patted my back, San uncapped a water bottle. "What's going on, hyung? Haven't you been fine earlier?", Yunho asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. I accepted the water and after sipping some, I rasped: "Had a headache and when I tried to sleep, the motion of the car made me queasy." - "You get carsick?!", San asked in utter shock as it never really happened before. Well, it had happened before. "Only when I have to drive while not feeling my best", I whispered and couldn't help the blush spreading on my cheeks, "I used to throw up as a kid but it usually just makes me really nauseous nowadays." 

Wooyoung handed me a tissue and I dabbed the sweat off my forehead before wiping my lips. We were finally pulling off the highway and into a gas station. After opening the windows to air out the car, we got out and I shakily tossed the bag into the closest bin. It felt nice to have steady ground under my feet and the cold night air helped ease my stomach too. "You want some gum?", San offered as I sat on the pavement. The minty flavor rid me of the vile taste and I muttered a soft: "Thanks." Drawing a deep breath, I was surprised when someone plopped down next to me. "We decided it'd be best to take a ten to twenty minute break, give you some time to get your bearings before we continue home", Yunho informed, "You wanna rest your head on my shoulder and close your eyes for a bit? You look tired." I thanked him quietly as I leant into his side, whispering: "Where are the others?" - "Getting a late night snack from the gas station", he told me with a soft laugh. "Ugh, food", I groaned, covering my facer. "Yeah, no idea how they can eat right now either but hey, it's quiet now", Yunho laughed and despite feeling wrecked, I couldn't help but laugh along.

[hyuckswonderland]

League Shenanigans

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Where Heeseung is just trying to play League but Jake keeps bothering him. Jake quickly learns the consequences of interrupting his hyung's game.

Ler!Heeseung

Lee!Jake

1.6k words

AN: It's been some time since I've last written a proper fic so bare with my regarding its downfalls <3

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It was one of those rare days when all the members had the day off. Most of the members decided to take this opportunity to go outside and do things. Whether it be shopping, sightseeing, or just anything to enjoy their time off. However, Heeseung and Jake were the two members who decided to stay back home and relax in their own ways there. Jake's excuse mostly being he wanted to sleep in and Heeseung just wanted to game.

At least Heeseung was trying to game. Roughly around 1 pm, Jake had finally woken up from his nice long sleep. Instead of deciding to do something productive he felt like seeing what Heeseung was doing. Since then, Heeseung has had to deal with Jake hovering over him from behind his chair both watching his game as well as hindering it.

Every once and a while Jake would shake Heeseung's chair to try and scare him or he would poke the older's side to distract the older. At first, Heeseung thought his attempts were funny, that was until he kept on doing them over and over. "Jakey if you don't stop you're going to regret it." Heeseung hissed as Jake poked his side once again. He could see the slight reflection of Jake smiling widely and giggling from his monitor.

"What? Are you not a good enough player for it to not bother you hyung?" Jake teased as he blew on the ear Heeseung didn't have tucked under his headphones, causing the older to flinch. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Jakey." His game was slowly coming near an end and he'd already been doing worse than usual because of Jake's antics.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach at Heeseung's words. Would he regret his actions? Probably but right now he still had the upper hand. If he was going to go down at least he could go down with a bang. He quickly reached over and turned off Heeseung's monitor before making a run for it. He knew better than to stick around after pulling off a stunt like that.

Heeseung was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly jumped out of his chair "JAKE!" He yelled as he bolted after the younger. Unfortunately for Jake, Heeseung was a rather fast runner so he was gaining on him pretty fast. The shorter looked behind him to see how close Heeseung was and his eyes widened to find him so close. "Hyung we can talk about this!" He squeaked as he made his way to the living room, going on one side of the couch to try and use it as a form of protection.

While the couch did help with keeping Heeseung on one side while he was on the other, it also left him with no escape. Jake looked around trying to find somewhere to go. He could try and make it so he and Heeseung swapped sides but that was pretty unlikely. He was ultimately screwed.

"C'mon Jakey! We both know you're trapped~" Heeseung teased the younger as he stayed planted on his side of the couch. He knew he had the advantage in this situation and was not going to budge. Jake gulped as he watched Heeseung, making sure the older didn't make a move on him unexpectedly. "Hyuuung this isn't fair." He whined.

Heeseung only grinned at Jake "Neither was you turning my monitor off and messing with me throughout my entire match, but here we are." The younger had no way of getting out of this one. "You're better off just surrendering now and I'll go easier on you." Jake did not like the sound of giving up. Even if his odds were very slim.

"Ok fine.." He pretended to give up walking towards Heeseung, and as he got closer at the last minute he went to make a run for it. Heeseung however had predicted Jake's plan and easily capture the shorter in his arms. "Gotcha Jakey~" He maneuvered them onto the ground, easily pinning Jake's hands under his knees. Though he made sure not to put too much pressure.

Jake could feel butterflies swarming in his stomach as he looked up at Heeseung. He had done it to himself and he knew that but it didn't mean he wasn't dreading what was coming next. "Hyuuung-" Jake squirmed trying to get himself free. "I'm soooorry."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow "Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?" He chuckled knowing the answer. He hovered his hands over Jake's stomach and wiggled his fingers playfully, causing the younger's squirming to intensify. "Noho hyung I swear I'm sohorry." He couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that managed to fall from his mouth.

"Aww giggling already Jakey? I haven't even touched you yet" Heeseung grinned and dropped his hands down quickly before raising them again. His actions causing a squeak out of Jake. "And a squeak? I don't even have to put in the work." Jake felt his cheeks heat up as light blush formed on his face.

"Dohon't be meheean-" Jake squirmed under Heeseung, there was nothing more he could do really. His only option was to wait it out until Heeseung decided to tickle him.

Heeseung only smiled at Jake's cute behavior "Is the teasing getting to you?" He giggled as he pretended to drop his hands down again, causing Jake to let out another squeak. "Your cheeks are all red~"

Jake shook his head as his cheeks only reddened, looking away from Heeseung to try and hide somewhat. Though it didn't do much considering he couldn't hide his face with his hands and arms.

"Don't be shy Jakey!" Heeseung cooed, "Your blush is absolutely adorable!" He finally dove in to squeeze at Jake's sides to get the younger boy to look back up at him. The reaction was almost immediate as well, giggles instantly falling out of Jake.

"NOHOhohoho IHIHim SOhohorry!" His squirming became more intense as he kicked out his legs. "IHIHIhill LEHehave you BEhehe!" Jake's negotiating ultimately did nothing at this point. Heeseung had already forgotten about his League game, now he just wanted to see his cute dongsaeng become a cute little giggly puddle.

Heeseung slowly moved his hands to Jake's stomach, scribbling away at the area. "I don't know Jakey what you did was a maaaajor offense and now you have to deal with the consequences that entail!" He loved teasing the shorter boy any chance he got. Watching the younger squirm around and squeal never failed to bring a large smile to his face.

It technically brought a large smile to Jake's face too, however, he didn't have much choice in that matter. "IHIhihim SOHOHOrry!" Jake squeaked as he gasped out from laughter. Heeseung only chuckled "I know you are Jakey but you still have to endure your punishment~" It was safe to say Heeseung was solely doing this for his own amusement at this point.

He had already forgiven Jake as soon as he'd done the criminal action - mostly because it wasn't ever serious in the first place. Jake, however, did not need to know that. "Hmmm, what do you think would happen if my hands found their way up to a certain sensitive spot of yours hm?"

Jake's eyes instantly widened at the suggestion "HYuhuhung NOHOhoho THAhahats NOhohot FAHahair" He pulled at his hands trying his best to escape (though he was failing miserably). Heeseung grinned and slowly trailed his hands up Jake's body. Momentarily stopping to prod at his underarms.

"HEE IHIhill DOHoho AhahahanyTHihihing!" Jake declared, though, of course, he didn't actually mean that. Heeseung just quirked his eyebrow up "Oh really? Anything at all huh?" He grinned as he continued to trail his fingers upwards to the younger boy's neck. There, the tickles stopped and his hands just sat in place, unmoving.

The giggles didn't stop though Jake twitching as phantom tickles remained throughout his body. "HYuhuhung cohohome onnnn." He felt a blush forming on his face as he waited for the older to just go for that spot which made him go crazy every time. If he secretly loved it that was between him and god.

"Yes, Jakey? Do you perhaps want me to move my fingers?" Heeseung slowly dragged his nails against Jake's neck causing the younger boy to jolt at the feeling. "NOhoHOHo!" Jake declared as the small movement already was driving him mad.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest," Heeseung cooed at the adorable boy, "didn't even have to try and you're already so reactive." He smirked as he quickly scribbled his fingers over Jake's neck.

The reaction was immediate. Jake let out a loud squeal followed by loud cackles as he squirmed all around like a fish out of water. "NOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD!" He kicked his legs out as if it would ground him in some way.

Heeseung leaned down and blew soft raspberries against the sensitive spot. Jake snorted and his laughter only intensified. "HYUHUHUNG NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" He was practically begging for his life. "I dunno Jakey I feel like you deserve just one final little sendoff."

Heeseung took one long breath before blowing a long raspberry. Jake let out another squeal but shortly after his laughter fell silent as he gasped for air. Heeseung chuckled as he stopped his tickles and slowly started rubbing away the phantom tickles. "Soooo Jakey," Heeseung waited for the other boy to calm down some, "What did we learn today?"

Jake softly glared up at Heeseung "That you suck." This caused the older to quirk his eyebrow up and wiggle his fingers above Jake, causing the younger boy to squeak "I MEHEAN THAT I SHOULDN'T INTERRUPT YOUR GAME TIME!" Jake replied frantically.

The taller boy smiled at the answer "Perfect, now let's go cuddle on the couch I'm reaaaal tired after all that." Jake just scoffed at his words but happily followed him to the couch.

"If anyone should be tired it's me."

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[asha-mage]

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? and 12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

[Send me a number and I'll answer your fanfic related questions!]

3 - What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

For my longer fics I really enjoy exploring the relationship between characters and their own history/the history of their world, poking at the idea of how it shaped them and their problems. This is a big theme in both Sworn and A Cloak of Black- as characters have to recoken with the expectaitons of others that have been created by forces entirely out of their control, for better or worse.

For shorter fics I tend to do more reflective character pieces, a scene or series of vignettes that show off a specific facet of a relationship or character, usually tied to a central theme. This is why doing the drabble challenge has been so good for warming up to write, as it gives me a chance to get the worlds flowing in a (mostly) short quick punchy ficlet.

12- Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I used to never like it when characters where depowered or made mundane in fics that otherwise kept the fantastical setting. AUs where everyone was retail employees or whatever where fine, but there was something about specific characters being made 'normal' and locked out of the fantastical parts of the setting that used to really get my goat. I especially disliked it when it was done to a character like Izuku from MHA (god all the Quirkless Izuku AUs that existed just to damsel him for Bakugou drove me crazy)..

I've softened on the trope in general though, cause I've seen it done in really well in the Witcher fandom and a few other places. I doubt it will ever be my favorite kind of story, but I don't mind it as much anymore, especially since I'm less into MHA these days.

[autumnslance]

💌

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Hrm, can't call Bearing Sins of the Past a WIP anymore, really, and it's really a revision and repost of old prompt responses. I think the plan is to revise and post up the FFXIV Write 2022 prompts to Ao3, and THEN my brain may finally settle in and focus on the "Thancred in the First" fic.

I haven't written a proper chaptered fic since that weird year of 2018; I've written a lot since then, a few novels worth even, but all shorter works, one shots and scenes strung together. BSotP has been helpful in some ways with that, coming in somewhere over 25k words.

I still look back at Walk in the Wilds and Rogue's Prelude and there's a few things I cringe about or would write differently now, knowing more of the lore, the characters better, my skills as a writer having grown. But that's part of the beauty of it, too, and there's folks I know who still love them as-is.

So I think what has me excited is finally working on this idea I've had for 2 and a half years, seeing how it will be different and similar to my other Thancred-centric longfics, and exploring those in between scenes of canon that I enjoy fleshing out.

And one thing I am definitely playing with is using that time for language and culture acquisition, the logistics of that, how Thancred and some other Scions go from how they are in Stormblood to who we meet again in Shadowbringers, and more of those tricky initial years with Ryne, the good and the bad, the push-pull dynamic that came to a head in that MSQ.

There's a lot to poke at and figure out and extrapolate from canon, and that's something I really enjoy doing, and trying to do it during a fic event wasn't working out, but giving myself some time and space (and finding other ways to hold myself accountable cuz sometimes it's just hard to get this nonsense done) by putting to bed some other projects to let me focus on this one, finally, has me looking forward to it again.

(Also getting a 4th alt through Stormblood and into Shadowbringers, slowly, has rekindled a lot of that, especially as I focus in on those early explanations, timelines, and character interactions and what's being said versus what's actually being said beneath that.)

[shooter-nobunagun]

//*pulls self out from coffin*

//J/k this blog was never really dead but it's really quiet; I just recently (finally) posted a new one-shot, and I really, honest-to-god am still working for my ongoing long stories (like I promise the drafts are still there and every few months I write like...1-2 sentences):

Divine Intervention

Hunt or be Hunted

While I post individual chapters here, I would strongly recommend checking out my AO3 if you want a better format/archive. (also they allow pron yay)

Some other shorter-but-ongoing stories are also still WIP; admittedly I cannot promise I have much of a plan for those except that I'll get around to them if/when I have new ideas...a few of my fics I actually am in the process of re-writing just b/c so much time has passed since I started vs now I feel I've matured more as a writer, and some of the content was...kinda amateurish. As always one-shots pop up whenever I get inspired (read: when I get a particularly hot skeb commission lmao)

(you don't wanna know how many drafts I've started and then just stopped b/c the initial idea just wasn't as strong as I thought)

On a side note, while this blog is still 'officially' retired for roleplay, for certain, specific reasons, I will revive (somewhat) bits and pieces of it as time and circumstances allow; i.e., I am not accepting long threads/ongoing plots, nor do I have the wherewithal to revive and update Sio's bio/interactions/etc. but I think it may be fun to poke around here and there depending on circumstances.

(aka I might just drop some asks and/or small bits but I don't have the time or brainpower for long threads; sorry)

But do know the asks are always open regardless if it's RP related or not; I actually still check my main @celebistar on a daily basis so if I don't respond here you can poke my main.

Honestly I feel bad I haven't been writing as much...this year has been strangely more challenging than I've expected, especially given similar circumstances last year; on one hand it sucks to have to deal with insomnia/anxiety but on the other I do feel I've learned alot more about myself and grown as a result, so no great loss with out some gain? Right now things are much better so I'm grateful for that, but I look back on the calendar and I'm like man, how long has it been since I last wrote something substantial? That's not even to say my drawing....

Anyway; I suppose the tl;dr: is

i swear to mother-fucking god I am still invested in my long-haul fics

i might dabble again in some lite-RP activities

If you're still following me and reading my stuff from like 10 years ago, or even if you only recently discovered my stuff then I have nothing but love and gratitude xoxo - Kayu

[writesology]

hello i've written for once... but it's not what you expected LMAO it's vent fic. absolutely not posting this on ao3 (for some reason this sounds mean to me. it's not i promise) bc i wrote this in like 30 mins and imo it's kinda ooc 😭

i thought it'd be rly bad but then it turned out like. somewhat okay so i figured i might as well post it. as proof uni hasn't managed to kill me yet /hj

anyway uh. warning vent fic ahead teehee. set one year before canon so trey and cater are in their second years and riddle is in his first

If you were to ask Cater Diamond how many times he'd been forgotten, he would simply smile and say "I don't know!"

Most people assumed it was because no matter where he went, he was surrounded by friends. Cater knew this, and yet it couldn't be further than the truth.

It wasn't a matter of how many people he'd befriended. No, it was simply because if you asked Cater this question and refused to settle for his answer, then poked and prodded some more, he would admit with an oddly solemn expression that he wouldn't know where to start counting.

He had been used to it, once; when he was little, and his sisters would laugh as they fed him sweets and paraded him around in frilly dresses, and they'd switch houses right as he'd learned where everything was.

Over time, he'd learned to push his true self down in favor of a person everyone would like. No one wanted his sad, boring real self. But everyone did want his bubbly, upbeat (fake, so, so fake) self, so that was a win!

(He used to think it was wrong, once. Now it comes as naturally as breathing.)

Then he got accepted into Night Raven College. Then he could finally stay in one place for longer than a year or two.

There, he met more people than he ever could've imagined. He met the prince of Briar Valley himself, alongside a shorter mischievous fae. He met (albeit after being starstruck for five minutes) a superstar celebrity.

A guy with flames for hair and his robot brother. A lion beastman. A hunter from the Sunset Savannah. The list went on and on, and by the end of orientation, he knew everyone's names.

But he also met Trey- a humble boy from the Queendom of Roses, and as Cater learned not two weeks into Heartslabyul life, an amazing baker.

That didn't stop them from becoming fast friends, though. Cater knew this had to be it. He could become real friends with someone, instead of simply greetings and superficial conversations.

No, this was someone he could show his real self to.

And it went beautifully. Trey didn't push him away, nor did he belittle any troubles, only offering words of advice and a helping hand whenever Cater needed it.

It took time to let his persona down (even if his real self yearned to be free), but Trey was patient. And Trey would wait as long as he needed to.

With that, a year flew by, and before he knew it, Cater was back in the mirror chamber to receive the incoming first-years.

The ceremony nearly goes to shit, what with that eel merman provoking the guy (Riddle, Cater learned was his name) into a magic fight, but in the end, they leave with Riddle sorted into Heartslabyul and the mirror chamber intact.

Cater supposes that's where it all began- with hair as red as roses and with a blazing temper to match.

It isn't even a week before Riddle sends Heartslabyul's dorm head flying, and the rest of the dorm into a frenzy. Just like that, Cater is swept away- and so is Trey.

Apparently they've known each other since they were kids, and so Cater has no qualms cancelling their hangouts the first few times.

Better to let old friends catch up, right? Even if they are friends, Cater would be foolish to think he stood a chance against Riddle.

(Oh, he didn't want to know just how right he'd been.)

They may not be rooming together anymore, but they still talk a lot despite Trey's new position as vice dorm head. Cater just wishes they could actually hang out like friends more often.

Sorry, I can't make it today. I promised to show Riddle around school.

You can go ahead without me, I have to bake the cakes for tomorrow's Unbirthday Party.

You can settle things, right Cater? I'll go and help Riddle calm down.

Cater Diamond came second whenever Riddle was around. That was just a fact he couldn't change, and no matter how badly he wanted to be important to someone, anyone… it never happened.

He was second, always would be, and he does his absolute best to ignore Riddle and Trey at the next Unbirthday party, pretending not to notice the latter's worried looks.

Once upon a time, Cater had a confidante. Once upon a time, Cater had a best friend. Now he has neither.

Perhaps it is just his destiny to be forgotten as much as he has.

[kitkatt0430]

😈✍⛔🏆🎯

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Sometimes I will cliff hanger something and cackle maniacally about it. Admittedly, not often, especially since I mostly write the shorter stuff. And when I re-read my writing and get to the little cliff hangers, I generally do my mad scientist laughter again.

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

Nope. Which is why on occasion you will find instances in my writing where a character does something and then a few paragraphs later does the exact same thing like the first time never happened. Whoops.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Quite a few TBH. There's a KotOR fic I deleted entirely - I still know the premise of it but what little I had written frustrated me too much to keep around. Some ideas for a Buffy/KotOR xOver where Buffy doesn't make it out of the Hellmouth in time and Faith goes back in for her only to find herself in Star Wars land. Spike and Buffy would have shown up too, but the rest of the Scooby gang doesn't really show up and presumably thinks the three of them are dead. I had a Bones/Buffy xOver too where what happened with Zach was actually explained by Andrew's older brother playing fast and lose with memory altering magic and that Tucker was the real apprentice of the Gormogon (spelling?). But I got bored with Bones so that never really happened...

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

Poking the Poodle (And Other Ridiculous Tv Tropes) has the most kudos, so we'll say this one. Though Surprise has the most bookmarks so it could be that one.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I think so, though to be honest I'd have to do a lot of digging through my long fics/series to find them since I don't really remember which ones were guessed when. It makes me happy when readers do guess plot points - even when I'm trying to be really sneaky about something. Because it means my foreshadowing has been picked up on and I like to know I've foreshadowed well. (Since that means when I do the actual reveal it'll make sense.)

[andtheyreonfire]

i've been saying this with friends because it's so real, but what turns me off immediately from a lot of g/t stories is an explicit lack of conflict, stakes, and consequences. i think it's like--a lotta people just??? never formally learned how to write??? there's absolutely nothing wrong with being self-taught, and that's what i'd imagine a lot of online writers are. but i see so many stories that just have a lack of concrete plot, which makes them super hard to get into.

the tldr i can give for writing conflict is this: every character has a goal. a story cannot begin until this character takes their first step towards achieving this goal. the conflict is the external or internal force that prevents characters from achieving their goals. stakes are the reason a character must or mustn't achieve their goal, and will occur based on the character's actions. consequences are the results of the specific actions characters may take. a story will end once the character has achieved or lost their goal.

this is a super basic explanation, and i'll provide some resources later, but it works for now. so, how do you implement this into a borrower au? it depends on both your character and the story you want to tell. a lot of borrowers in fics usually have their goal as surviving, which is a fine goal. it's just that these stories usually follow the same, brief conflict of the human finding the borrower, without any deviation to the formula, like op said. the human will never hurt them, the borrower will gradually trust the human and come back to them more, maybe a very brief external source of conflict will show up before disappearing, etc etc etc

i am actually so bad at giving prompt examples bc i just figure stuff out in the moment, but i think the plot has been lost a little. i think with any genre or set of tropes, you at least need to poke around a little with what you have. so many common g/t story beats--like the borrower getting sick, or having human-related trauma, or having someone they want to protect--is about creating conflict and guiding character development. i firmly believe forcing your story to conform to any notion others set is antithetical to creativity, and i know a lotta people use g/t as a coping mechanism. but, if you want to enhance your story, or just have some inspo/basis for future writing, i'll give some links below the cut:

finding resources for plotting is frustratingly difficult, especially with search engines getting worse and worse. i found a few promising ones here, but i haven't looked through them yet. personally, i use a "save the cat" (which is a novel i'll link later) type outline, the closest match i found is right here. i honestly don't pay as much attention to following a strict outline anymore, but i try to make sure my characters are always moving, and that there's a clear desire, conflict, and stakes.

for general writing, i found brandon sanderson's lectures suuuper helpful. here's the link, and here's the link to the lecture on short stories. if you want something shorter, i know tyler mowery makes some good videos regarding writing/screenwriting. his series on character arcs was fundamental to how i write characters, the first part is here. i've also had localscriptman recommended to me, but i haven't had the chance to go through their videos yet.

if you don't mind spending a bit of $, "save the cat! writes a novel" is probably one of the most influential writing books out there. i haven't read it myself, but i've heard its advice discussed countless times in writing spaces. what i have read is "blueprint for a book," which has some solid advice, as well as some simple (but surprisingly forgotten) plotting advice. lastly, angela ackerman and becca puglisi's resources can be super helpful. i have some of their character trait thesauruses on my shelf.

uh. yeagh. happy writing ya'll, and happy holidays 👍

Whats a g/t trope y'all genuinely hate, but is considered a "hot take"

For me it's borrower stories, specifically those that always follow the same formula and never get creative.

As in, borrower is outside looking for food or smt, somehow gets into a situation where they are trapped, human finds them, borrower is scared and tries to flee, yet gets trapped under a glsss, with the human assuring them that they're kind and won't harm them. Then after a few chapters, the borrower leaves behind all the fear they held for humans and becomes close friends with them (this especially throws me off whenever the borrower has had a friend or a family member be killed by a human). They usually also meet their friends who are also super nice.

I understand that most humans wouldn't be out here tormenting a tiny person they found, but I honestly don't get the hype behind stories where it's only fluff and basically almost always the same plot.

The human characters are usually the most boring to read about, which is a huge let down for me. Especially as, it feels weird that I've yet to see a borrower story where the human genuinely freaks out that a tiny person has been watching them all along.

I mean how disturbing is it to know that you were being watched all this time, that you were never truly alone. Including in moments where you were feeling down.

For more interesting prompts, you could have the human actually be someone insane, that sees the borrower as nothing more than another experiment or something to exploit for money, with the borrower showing them that they are sentient, yet, perhaps, due to sn inability to understand each other, the humans doesn't understand what they're doing.

Or

Have the borrower have a whole web of crime with other borrowers, where they purposefully steal things from humans to make their days just a little more upsetting. Getting back at them for, maybe, having hunted them in the past. Have borrowers actually be evil little gremlins or something.

Heck, maybe even have the two be criminals, with the borrower helping breaking into people's houses and spying on them, to see who has the best stuff to steal from and the human doing the rest.

And if you do give your borrower a sadder backstory, please please please let them deal with their trauma and not completely remove it for fluff. Have them have moments where they feel inferior and break down, rushing back to their holes regardless of if the human is being nice or not. Let the human get frustrated with the borrower for not fully trusting them, not knowing the full story. LET THEM HAVE TENSE MOMENTS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT TO SEE THEM FIGHT

MAKE THEM HAVE CLASHING PERSONALITIES WHERE THEY OFTEN GET INTO HEATED ARGUMENTS

Idfkanyway hope you liked this silly lil ranty rant I wrote. No hate to anyone who writes borrower stories, considering my own story has borrower elements.

-Lucky

[jjks1ut]

Unexpectedly Juicy

pairing:michael afton x gender-neutral reader

summary:in hopes to better the relationship between you and your boyfriend 's love life your brought with a new way to better things with a simple word of advice.

cw:edging, creampie, oral sex, starburst dick

a/n:this fic will be shorter than most I've done before, due to upcoming projects I'll be working on but I hope you all enjoy anyways:D(btw this is before michael was scooped but may not exactly fit into the storyline)

You had been dating Michael for a while indulging on all kinds of new ways to better the two of yours sex life. But, lately things had started to get boring and you were hoping for a new way to bring some life into your relationship. That was until your friend who was oddly enough pretty educated in different ways for people to “spice up” their relationships had come up with an idea.

“Hey [y/n], have you heard of the word starburst dick?”, your friend asked, to which you replied with a nod of ‘no’.

Which soon led into a full blown conversation on the topic. You gasped as you thought about ways you could make Michael agree to this, thinking of all the scenarios and ways this would really change things for the two of you.

You were seated on the couch watching a movie when Micheal finally arrived. He had looked stressed, not that you liked it when your boyfriend was stressed but it made him feel better when you did him this way. He sighed as he dumped himself onto the couch, head thrown back, breathing a sigh of exhaustion, and spread out like a star. 😘

You moved closer to him and laid your head on his chest. As your hand moved circles into his back while your other hand scratched the back of his scalp. Receiving a light hum of affirmation

“Tired?" You asked him as he slowly dozed off and nodded slightly." Wanna talk about it?” But, he was too out of it to even hear your words. You stopped your hands movement and started to slowly begin a trail down his chest slowly unbuttoning his shirt to where you rubbed at his sensitive nipples jolting him awake.

“W-what, are..you doing?”,he huffed as you pulled off his shirt with a full view of his perked up nipples. As you continued to play with his strawberry colored nips you began to trail kisses from his neckline all the way to his nipples as you popped one in your mouth spitting the last bits of your starburst flavored saliva onto it continuing your movements. Not even a few minutes you had your boyfriend Michael over himself begging for your touch.

“Please [Y-y/n] it’s too much.”,he whimpered, already feeling the way his dick ached for your touch and it’s release.

Just as fast you left your place on his nipple and kneeled in front of him. “How about you touch yourself for me, and I’ll see what I think.”,you ordered as you poked at his member.

Quick to obey your words he relieved himself of his work pants now in his boxers and ready to ease his pent up pleasure. As you thoroughly watched his member be revealed to you, you watched as he began to lean his head back , gently relaxing his tired body as he slowly and achingly began to stroke himself. Soft whimpers of his rang throughout the room as your eyes burned into the sights you were seeing.

You continued to watch as you felt yourself aching deep down as you watched the way he played with his cock. Watching as he kept his slow pace as if he was waiting for you to say something else that’s when..

“[Y/N], will you-“,Michael cried out huffing for air as he awaited for you. You straddled him as you asked him if he wanted to do this, in which you felt his bulge grow bigger in between your legs.

He nodded as he grabbed your hips to take dominance. You swatted him away" Tonight is my night to make you feel good. “ He nodded a little nervously at what else you had in store for him .

You grabbed the Starburst from the nightstand by the table and slowly unwrapped it while rolling your hips to give friction to his cock. Shoving a starburst in his mouth similar to yours along with it. You set yourself in front of his dick and lined your lips up with his head, and in a quick motion to hide his moans Micheal bit down on his lip releasing blood from his tightened lips as you took him in whole.

You gave him a minute and then started to bob your head up and down while sucking him off. He whined and tried to buck his hips up into your mouth but you held his hips down. “[Y-Y/N] a-augh I'm close." He said while still trying to thrust into your mouth.

You retrieved the cock ring you had and wrapped it around his duck as you kissed down his balls, while pumping his cock with your hand. You continued to lick around his balls. You moved your mouth back to the top and sucked it hard. “[Y/N] I-im coming!" he yelled while coming. After a while you took the ring from its place on his cock. So when he shot his hips up you tasted his cum and just like your friend said, it tasted like the Starburst.

[sparklecryptid]

*cackles* I was ABSOLUTELY picturing a woman tbh.

And now all I can see is this lil (5'6 is good, puts her a solid whole person shorter than basically everyone but the hobbits and Gimli there) scowling person (now an elf again maybe? just NOT in Feanor's body bc that was too long ago, souls got a different picture of itself now) stomping up to Nerdanel and being like, "I AM SO SORRY!"

And Nerdanel- Nerdanel's eyes meet fire and, the color is wrong, a warm brown, not blue but, 'oh. Feanor.' "I don't know if I can forgive you for their deaths."

And this person, (you know what i dub them Rose bc RED and PRICKLY and very flammable) makes like 10 different faces in quick succession, "Oh no yes, I do get that. Not asking you to. But that's not what I'm talking about. SEVEN CHILDREN. SIX PREGNANCIES. I AM SO SORRY."

Nerdanel. Blinks. And- laughs. Fully and long, tears of mirth in the corners of her eyes for the first time in- far too long. "I rather did like the results, though the effort was long and hard."

Nardenel's eyes, drift over them catch on the wild tangle of nearly black curls wrestled into a bun on top of her head and pinned in place with a stylus of some kind, an odd shift of airy fabric dyed in odd swirls with a strangely proportioned leather jacket over it, and equally strange heavy soled boots that looked to have been hastily slipped on, laces loosely stuffed in the tops. It was nothing her husband would have looked twice at except to sniff derisively and certainly nothing he would have worn.

Well then. Nerdanel sits on the bench behind her, laying her skirt out with the ease of long (long long) practice. "My name is Nerdanel Mahataniel, I am a master stone worker and sculptor. I was once married to a prince and a fool, but he died a very long time ago now. Might I know your name?"

Brown eyes blink at her, hope bleeding into them like the sun over the sea. Then lips quirk in a familiar slow smile. She falls into a seat across from Nerdanel. "I'm Rose Barnett. I don't really have a, a craft? I was going to school for- well , something that doesn't actually have an equivalent here. Lore keeping, maybe. Sort of. And, well, as Rose I've never been married, or even in a relationship really. See, I kept looking for someone, and was always very disappointed when I never found them."

Nerdanel smiles.

(Well HECK, that's almost part of a FIC isn't it. *pokes it dubiously* I picked Barnett bc it's a last name that means 'a place cleared by fire' which, c'mon, PERFECT foreshadowing name for someone who finds out they used to be Feanor. She was in school to do something with computers, I think. Databases maybe? She gets twitchy about the idea of destroyed knowledge and UNSHAREABLE, paywall blocked knowledge. No idea why that could be.)

It is almost part of a fic and I LOVE IT

I also love that we both think that this lady has stompy boots. I thought of lady reincarnation of Feanor and my mind went ‘she needs stompy boots.’

Also i love the name don’t mind if i just-

-

It’s weird.

There is no other way to say it. Arriving in Tirion with her - former? Current? Estranged? Why are relationships so HARD - wife is weird.

Everyone is taller than her, everyone is bright and glowing in a way that Rose knows that she isn’t - a part of her reminds her that she was once that these streets were hers and Rose promptly shoves that part of her back into the mud - and Rose can’t help but feel inferior in a way that she’s used to, being a woman in tech doesn’t exactly get you any brownie points with the bros, but that makes her itch and want to rant at something.

It doesn’t help that everyone is taller than her by a good margin. Even Nerdanel who is a lovely darling woman who stays close to Rose as they make their way through Tirion’s streets is taller than Rose.

(Rose is going to deny that her first thought upon seeing Nerdanel was ‘Oh I’m VERY gay’ followed immediately by a sense of regret and longing for something that once was.)

Still, no one interrupts them on their way to what was Fëanor’s house in Tirion. Rose knows the layout, she knows every arch and structural support in the building and still when she and Nerdanel walk up to the gate Rose has to bite her lip to stop from swearing.

“Okay, I know we lived here,” Rose says as they pass through the doorway, “But this is-“ She gestures a bit helplessly. “-a little much?”

Nerdanel’s lips quirk into a smile as if Rose has said something amusing. Excuse you! Rose is being reasonable! She’s coming from a seven hundred square foot apartment! She’s allowed to be a bit shocked!

“You were a Prince,” Nerdanel reminds her.

“Yeah, right,” Rose says and does not make off color jokes about guillotines.

There’s noises from a door in front of them and Rose recognizes it as the family room and Rose stops. There’s a mess of feelings in her stomach guilt and love and regret and self loathing all at war inside her.

Her sons are behind that door and she is not who she once was. She is not their father anymore. Not in a way that they would know.

But she loves them still. Loves them with a fierceness that scares her. They are hers.

She might not be theirs but they are still hers, and if they don’t want her now, after all that has been said and done, Rose will understand.

It will hurt like a bitch.

But she’ll understand.

[wattpadscapcons]

Can I have headcannons of nagito kokichi and fuyuhiko with a ultimate reptile tamer s/o like they wear a scarf thats actually a king cobra and have other deadily snakes on them just not visible like in their sleeves. They also will casually take a alligator out for a walk on a leash.

Alright! Some Danganronpa boys! Ah...How hopeful... As always since there is more one character being requested, these will be shorter than other fics.

=

Nagito w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- He really loves you title since it includes animals in general

- His luck allows him to get away with touching you without getting bit by any of your little buddies, but he has been bitten more than once, luckily you carry the antidote on you at all times

- "He really got you deep this time, you should try to be a little more careful about how you approach me next time Nagito." "Ah don't mind me, the snakes are probably just trying to protect you from trash like me." "No, no, they love you too, they just got spooked is all. Come on bub, tell him you're sorry."

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"Sssssss." "It licked me." "See, he isn't hostile at all towards you."

- When his ranting about hope gets to be too much your snakes start freaking out, so you have to calm everyone down (including him)

- When he sees you walking an alligator, he doesn't really think much of it.

"Walking your dog I see Y/N?" "Oh, Nagito! Hey, I'm just taking this big boy out. He's been stuck inside a lot lately. Needs to stretch every once in a while right?" "How hopeful, mind if I join you?" "Not at all, you aren't afraid of them?" "It's just a bigger version of a lizard. I'm sure it'd be doing us all a favor if it were to devour me." "Nagito please stop talking like that." "My apologies, my hope. I-" "You're just expressing your opinion. Yes, I know. But you know how I feel about that. We're going to have to work on your self-esteem again aren't we?" "It appears so."

- Has full confidence in your skills with your reptiles so long as he isn't around, he can't stay away from you, but is afraid that his presence will cause you to get bit. You've had many conversations with him over this, and seemed to have got through to him.

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Kokichi w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- Where did people think he got the snakes from his last prank?

- It does freak him out that you are carrying around poisonous snakes with you, and that they choose to snuggle around your arms occasionally poking their heads out your sleeves (They're saying hello! As well as getting some sun while still staying warm.)

- And is warry of touching you due to the king cobra that likes to wrap around your neck lazily

- "Y/N, there are snakes poking out of your sleeves...." "Again? Come on guys...." "Again?" "Yeah, the rattlers seem to like poking their heads out to say hello every few hours." "Rattlesnakes? You're carrying around a lot of poisonous animals Y/N. Are you afraid of them biting someone?" "Only when the person in front of me is being hostile. They can really sense that kind of stuff."

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"You want to hold one?" "Ah...Why not? Don't have much to lose really." "Kichi..." "Lying again! I have a lot to lose, but I still want to hold them." "Alright, do you know how to hold one?" "I'm an expert of snakes Y/N." "Kichi." "You can really see right through me can't you?" "It was blatantly obvious Kokichi."

- When he sees you taking an alligator for a walk he has to do a double take and rub his eyes.

"Y/N, what are you doing now?" "Walking Penny around." "You're walking an alligator." "Yes. She likes it." "Seems safe enough." "For me it is, but I know you were lying there." "Of course I was lying, do you know just how easy an alligator can tear you apart!" "Yes, of course I do. I also know how to hog tie them too." "You're going to get yourself killed Y/N." "Don't say something like that with a stoic face!" "I'm not lying Y/N. Please don't get yourself hurt." "I've been training with these animals for over a decade. I'll be fine."

- Constantly worried that someone is going to piss the animals off so bad that they'll attack you when you try to comfort them. So he's always around, just watching over you.

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Fuyuhiko w/ Ultimate Reptile Tamer S/O

- You're going to have Peko on your ass very often. She says that "The amount of snakes you carry with you is a constant danger to the young master." And she's constantly having to separate you two due to your cobra.

- He himself doesn't seem to be phased by the snakes, and has actually attempted to pet them much to Peko's disapproval

- "Which one is the most poisonous Y/N?" "Hm?" "Your snakes." "A cobra's venom is more potentate. Their bite is fatal compared to the hemotoxic venom that rattlesnakes produce, which breaks down tissue and can cause the loss of limbs and eventual death." "You really know a lot about them." "Fuyu, I live with them. I have to know this stuff otherwise I can become a risk to everyone who steps around me."

- If he ever gets bit, Peko will never forgive you, even if you do carry the antidote with you and Fuyuhiko is fine in the end, she will advise him to break up with you

Not that he'd listen to her fully, since he really cares for you...

- Seeing you walking around an alligator will have him star-struck.

"Oi! Y/N, wtf are you doing?" "Fuyu? Oh, I'm just walking my alligator. Did you need something?" "I didn't know you had one in the first place, that's f//cking cool. Where'd you even get this big guy?" "I bought him." "You'd let me know where so I could get one wouldn't you?" "Young master, that would not be advised." "Peko, if I want one I'm getting one." "I have to agree with Peko though..."

- Overall thinks your ultimate talent is cool, probably gets a snake because of you

[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

The8/Xu Minghao/Seo Myungho: Snapshots and Flower Crowns

There was a click, a flash of light, and a snap.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking up from your in-the-making flower crown that was rather messy than cute and elegant to your boyfriend, Minghao, who was holding a camera that was strapped around his shoulders.

The petals of the flowers were slowly falling from the crown in your hands. You thought that you had mastered flower crown making after watching a tutorial on YouTube and testing out your skills a few times with dandelions from your front lawn, but now that you had picked up a beautiful variety of flowers from this flower field, you had realized that it wasn't so easy, since the flowers were delicate.

Minghao walked over to sit beside you, who was sitting on a wooden bench with the flowery field in front of you, trying to make a flower crown. He smiled softly.

“You look beautiful when you're focused. Plus, the sunset kissing your face is gorgeous on camera,” Minghao said, looking at the photos he took with his camera. You chortled, flattered by his sweet words as you continued working on the flower crown with care.

Minghao sat down and picked up one of the sunflowers you picked from the field. He checked it for bugs and when he determined that it was clean, he slowly poked it in between your hair and ear. The sunflower was a bright yellow and just the right size, not too big that it overshadowed your face, but not too small that it can't be seen from far away. It was just in the middle, allowing your beauty to dazzle without outshining you.

“It's pretty,” Minghao said, gazing at you lovingly, admiring your beauty that matched well with the sunset.

“What do you mean? I think the dandelion flower crown I made yesterday looked much better than this. I think I should add more of the pink flowers to add a bit of balance, don't you think?” You still didn't look up from your flower crown.

Minghao giggled. “That's not what I was talking about but I guess a bit more pink wouldn't hurt. How are you going to add it? The crown seems almost done.”

“I'll just have to make it fit in between!” You replied, glancing at him with a pure, child-like smile while grabbing some small budding while flowers that were resting on the bench in between you and him.

Minghao couldn't help but smile. He didn't know that the last day of summer could be so special until he met you, who had only made him feel ecstatic as if the last day of summer was a holiday.

It wasn't just the last day of summer, every day felt like a holiday because you were in it, filling his days with your bright rays of light, and comforting smiles.

After finishing your floral crown, you smiled and turned to Minghao, about to put it on his head, but what caught you by surprise was that he had been gazing at you and taking pictures of you from the side. He just had this ‘drunk in love’ look in his dreamy eyes that made your heart melt.

A few birds passed by overhead and when they gawked while passing by, you let out a soft chuckle. “Have you been taking pictures of me this whole time?”

“Yeah, you're just so beautiful.”

Your heart gushed over that remark and you couldn't help but cover your face shyly. “What's with you today? Why are you sweet?”

Minghao giggled softly, leaning a bit closer to you. “I just want to be. I want to see you smile like that.”

“Oh, whatever! You're killing me here!” You replied, unable to stop yourself from grinning ear-to-ear.

You took off Minghao's camera and gently placed the flower crown on top of his head, brushing his hair out of his face, carefully styling him. Minghao only smiled while looking at you, which led to you getting partially distracted while fixing the crown on him.

“I think it looks beautiful on you!” You exclaimed. “Go over there, right in front of the sunset, and I'll snap a photo!”

Minghao did what you asked and posed in the middle of the flower field. There were a variety of flowers, tall swaying grass, and from time to time, a butterfly would pass by, getting caught in the photo as well. You enthusiastically switched angles, acted like a professional photographer, and took photos, but you knew that they wouldn't turn out that great.

“Are you done?” Minghao asked. He was sitting on the bench, still wearing the flower crown you made and posing with a sunflower in his hand.

You nodded. “I may not be a very good photographer but I'm sure at least 5 of them look good.”

Minghao walked up to you to check the photos and upon viewing them, he chuckled. “You're worse than me at photography but I won't delete a single photo.”

You smiled as Minghao took the camera. He fixed the flower in your hair and smiled.

“Now let's take photos together.”

He slipped his hand into yours and placed the camera on the bench, it had a 10-second countdown. Without any time to prepare, Minghao dragged you into the flower field.

“Get ready for the picture~” Minghao said softly, turning toward you, your hands still clasped together.

“Prepare!? Hao, you should have told me-”

Before you could finish, the light from the camera flashed, and Minghao leaned in, letting the camera capture a breathtakingly romantic photo of you and Minghao. With the sunset behind you two, a flower crown on his head, and a flower in your hair, you two shared a kiss on the last day of summer.

Even after the moment was captured, Minghao didn't take his lips away, which made you giggle in between the kiss. Now smiling and giggling in between kisses, Minghao wrapped his hands around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Shouldn't we take more pictures?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his back.

“After.”

“August is coming to an end, we don't have a lot of time, plus, what if the flowers begin wilting?” You replied, pressing your head against his chest. The wind blew softly, making the tall grass sway along, like slow dancing to a sweet melody sung by the birds.

“Well, that's okay,” Minghao said after a moment of silence. He held you a bit tighter, smiling heart-flutteringly.

“What's the rush?” His voice was so calm as he patted your head and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. He brought his hands to caress your cheeks gently.

“We still have next summer.”

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© serenityseventeen

a/n: this one is a bit shorter than the others but I really do love it...❤️ + I got a medical check-up today and the woman who took my weight got it wrong and mistakenly added a +10 so now I'm stated as 122 pounds lol; she also put my brother's height as 5'6 instead of 5'8 so it's stated that he shrunk lol. I think she was just really tired. + The Dino fic I'm writing is getting out of hand- I don't know how it got to become 6k words & I'm not even done with it yet 😭 with all of the events I planned for it, I think it'll reach 8-10k, I don't think I've written something this long before... Long fics for me are rather rare 😖😖

[oogwaysbasementchild]

Other worldly sicknesses

Sick!Piglin (Minecraft) x GN reader

Genre: fluffy crack fic.

Warnings: one mention of blood.

Reader depiction: curious, enthusiastic.

Piglins name is grell

Words:813

I'm not sorry.

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Grell lay on his bed, groaning in pain. His muscles are in agony, his mouth tasted like blood every time he coughed, his throat felt raw, and he is way too hot. And that's a lot, coming from a nether creature.

Luckily, his best friend (you) is around. As an overworld creature, you're immune to his viruses and sicknesses, making you his primary caregiver when he's down in the dumps. You walk into his room, wet towels in had, and placed one on the back of his neck, and one on his forehead. Upon hearing he was sick, you came with a bucket of cold water and some apples to help him heal, knowing this will give you the chance to study piglin medicine and healthcare.

Grell groans quietly a few times, noticing the feeling of needles going up his back every time he adjusts. "Poor Grell, do you want some apples? I brought a few because I know they have a hard time growing here." You ask, caressing his fuzzy cheek. He nods lightly, and you pull one out of your bag and hand it to him. He slowly sits up, and takes a bite of the apple, giving a few happy snorts at the taste. You take another wet towel and rub it up and down his back. He hates the prickly feeling of the towel, but he knows that he really needs to cool down, so he quietly sits through it, nibbling on his apple.

When Grell finishes, you lay him back down. "Alright, rest is always good for you when you're sick, so try and sleep while I look around for anyone with medical knowledge, okay?" You say, placing the towel you used on his back onto his chest. He nods again and tries to relax (as much as one can when sick.) And turns on his side, holding all of his towels on. "Alright, rest well." You say, poking his snout. He snorts in return.

You walk out, looking for any signs that someone has medical supplies for Grell. Knowing piglins, they'd probably trade it for gold at a higher price. So, you wander around, maybe you could talk down some prices? You begin to think about ways to get midicine for a lower price, but Soo saw a shorter piglin, presumably female, giving out what looked like parts mashed and mixed to piglins who didn't look in the best condition. You run up, and try see if she can understand you. "Hey, sorry to bother, but can you understand me?" You say, mentally facepalming for trying to apologize because she probably doesn't understand. She nods and pulls out a board that reads 'We here have been speaking to humans with piglin partners for a long time.' you let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. You see, my best friend happens to be really sick. He's got an awful cough, he has trouble getting up, he looks really uncomfortable when I touch his back, he loks like he has a headache, and he's way overheated. Do you happen to have anything for him?" You ask, and she seems to know exactly what's wrong with him. She pulls out some plants (how'd she even find them?) And a few monster parts, as well as some sort of stone and began crushing and mixing them. Finishing, she puts a label on a bottle and puts the mixture into it. You take it and read the label. 'Mix a quarter of the bottle into any drink to avoid putrid taste. Take dose every 10-12 hours.' "Thank you, miss. Is there a price?" You ask, but she shakes her head and points to a sign in her shop and snorts. 'free healthcare for all species.' you make an 'oh' noise before dipping your head down in thanks, and walking out.

When you return, Grell is fast asleep, but even so he still looks uncomfortable. "Hey, Grell. I've got something to help you out, so wake up for a bit, okay?" You say, petting his head. He blinks awake slowly, and looks at you tiredly. "Hey, I brought you some medicine and a cold drink. I need you to drink this whole cup, and you'll feel better in a few days." You say, handing him the drink. He tilts the cup up and chugs the whole thing, enjoying the coldness of it. He lays back down, and you take the rags off of him to dip them back in the water. "Perfect, now we only have to do this for a few more days, okay?" You tell him, and he gives an approving snort.

He wishes he could go to the overworld when you're sick :(