#ill end up having to write my own fanfic at this point

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i need Abarat by Clive Barker like i need life. i know he had some health issues recently, but i really hope he will be able to finish book 4 soon. he recently said that he won't be making that many physical appearances so he can focus on his writing, but he said he has like 30+ things he is working on, so i hope Kry Rising is one of them. i am going to be rereading the 3 that are out now, pining for the 4th.

i am also happy that Disney no longer has the rights to Abarat, and they are back in Clive's hands, because they would have ruined it for sure

also, please, please, PLEASE tell me if you are a part of this fandom. i have felt alone for most of my life.

basically, this is a Petition to revive the Abarat fandom and even rope more people in. force your friends to read it, read it to them if you have to. info dump about it, idc, just please, i can't stand feeling like the only one constantly thinking about these books

[thechy-fychannel]

I saw a few other blogs doing this so I thought I'd share my input on what I think would happen in the House MD universe in 2024:

the constant jokes abt house and wilson's relationship turns into the fellows jokingly writing fanfic abt their boss and his boy best friend. somewhere along the way they all get very serious abt the quality of it and it turns into a Whole Thing, a 150k+ novel that they vow to take to their graves.

house discovers the fic by accident and sends it to wilson. wilson discovers things abt himself and then he and house discover each other shortly thereafter.

house purposefully posts the fic online and credits the fellows by their entire full names so it embarrasses them more than house and wilson. It's never spoken abt again but it gets way more online attention than any of them expected.

wilson doesn't get how the Cloud works and accidentally uploads his and house's nudes to the google nest hub on his desk. He doesn't notice it until one of his sweet little old lady cancer patients points it out to him during their appointment. He throws the google nest hub into his trash can until he can figure out how to get the naked pictures off of it.

house has an alexa and abuses the hell out of it. sometimes ppl hear him screaming at someone in his office, only to walk in and find a robotic voice replying with "sorry, I didn't get that" and house throws it off the balcony.

wilson gets addicted to online shopping. house has to stage an intervention bc they do not have enough room in their closet for another pair of prada loafers and their kitchen is full of shitty gadgets that wilson bought off temu or something.

some right wing social media influencer comes in with a mysterious illness and ends up getting castrated as part of the solution. 13 personally does the procedure herself and house watches like a proud dad.

a patient reveals chase's grindr by shoving his phone at him and asking "is this you?" abt the headless profile with the ripped abs that says Dr. Feel Good, 0 feet away, in front of the rest of the team.

foreman finds the team doing tiktok dances bc house told them to learn it in order to understand their 15 yr old patient better.

chase medically murders mitch mcconnel and the entire hospital celebrates ding dong the witch is dead style.

there's a whole episode where house faces his transphobia bc of a trans patient that he connects with. the patient tells him to fuck off and go face his own problems instead of pretending to make it right by being nice to one trans person. And house does, even if he's not perfect, he really tries to do better.

13 gets her medical marijuana card and accidentally becomes the team's plug. her main customer is wilson who still supplies it to certain terminal patients. She hears "hey, can I hit your pen?" at least four times a day.

foreman buys a tesla and it blows up in the parking lot. they spend the entire episode trying to figure out who tried to kill foreman, but it turns out that teslas just do that sometimes.

there's an episode where house finds out that netflix is removing his favorite obscure tv show that ran for 2 seasons in 2002 and wilson recruits the team to hunt down a dvd copy of it without house finding out. they somehow manage to find one and spend a ridiculous amount of money on it, only to open the dvd case and find a copy of the porno wilson starred in that one time instead of the dvd of the show. park saves the day at the last minute by finding a copy of it in a box of dvds in her parents house.

[agendergorgon]

I started out in the Worm fandom (superhero webnovel, very long) by writing a stupid fic about Worm's protagonist, bullied teen Taylor Hebert who is most famous for taking the often mocked power of insect control to such ludicrous extents that any other bug controlling villain looks positively , getting the powers of a big dumb monster from Evolve and going rawr and smash. I think it was cos it was the done thing at the time, cos I'd not written any fic before, and cos I liked Evolve. I've gone back and forth over the years but I think just smooshing Worm and another powerset you like or think might be fun to write is an over saturated market but its a market that exists. A bit after that and a few embarassing rewrites or other attempts at the same sort of thing, and one hit that I kinda just kept making after people seemed to like it, and I ended up making DADA, a parody of Worm fics in the style of the usual kind of crack fic where nonsense is substituted for plot and its more about jokes than saying much. There were a couple of jokes about trends in the wider Worm fandom but the main selling point is that Taylor's power is ill defined and never elaborated upon much, and that her costume is a papier mache version of her own face.

Like so. I fuckin love this pic, credit to Pericardium who drew this after I'd sorta given up after one arc, leaving all the notes for future chapters and where to take the story as one ugly ill put together mess of a final chapter. For the longest while, this picture was the last thing left of DADA if you clicked past that ending. And it still sorta is. This is the face of DADA. Most common thing anyone said was "Why does it look like that" or talking about how it startled them scrolling across the banner on r/wormfanfic. Peri got this down perfectly, a portrait not of Taylor Hebert but of the lumpy doll fanfic likes to make of her. I made a stupid mistake a few years down the line. I decided to keep writing DADA. Like a zombie limping back to life, or a Rob Zombie limping a franchise back to life, DADA returned with plans and aspirations and ideas for a new ending and went from a brief read it over a cup of tea fic to something that had to commit to its jokey bits, something trying to be more meta than it ought to have been and barely communicating itself well. So it died again with a new ending written out same way as it was last time, in crumbs and snippets and morsels. DADA is a curse of mine that limps back to life whenever I have a new silly idea for it. Its a world that runs on wordplay and Amelia Bodelia logic and entertains cartoonish misconceptions of how people's superpowers work. (Where notorious villain Jack Slash can project the cuts of his knives to strike from extended distances, the Jack Slash of DADA makes his knives shrink and grow to physically extend as far as he is reaching with them) Its a world where villains from my other fanfics have invaded it as a superfluous additional set of antagonists. So yeah, here's DADA, its a bit impermeable without exposure to fandom memes and it changes its mind on what it is constantly throughout, but my fiance likes it so I'm gonna keep updating it as long as I have ideas on where to take it. Taylor is dead, wormfic above all.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

How about a fanfic that goes like this-

It’s super late at night and you’ve already gotten into bed. The reader is sound asleep but Marc is just laying there wide awake having a huge episode of self doubt and insecurity and he can’t sleep because of it. Marc is aware that his thoughts are just running around but he can’t help it. He wonders if he really is living a good life or if he’s living in a lie he’s made up for himself to think that he is. 

Do you actually love him or do you just put up with him because you actually love Steven and Jake and he’s just part of the “package”? Or what if he and the boys are just some sort of man-toy that you like but will leave once you find them not longer amusing. Even when reader cuddles up closer to him in their sleep, he just thinks “what if they’re just dreaming that I’m Steven or Jake”.

At some point Marc does end up falling asleep, more so out of his body just deciding to do it rather than through will. When it’s morning, Marc wakes up and finds reader starting to make breakfast. They greet him with a good morning kiss and all that and a while after comes out and made a breakfast that Marc specifically, just out of whim, and Marc just kind of sits there and thinks “Okay yeah, no, they love me :)” 

You can change this up any way you like It was just something I thoughts that fit in your writing style

PAIN. (Thank you for the ask, oh boy did this one just run off and do whatever it wanted.) Also basing Marc’s thought process/self doubt on my (mentally ill) thought process. I changed the ending, I hope you don’t mind, again the story just seemed to go off and do its own thing.

Ink in Water

Marc Spector X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, Marc thinking he's worthless (HE'S WRONG), illusions to Randall, nightmares, happy ending, rail road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1305

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The steady rain hitting the windows would be soothing to most, calming. The right noise to lull someone off to sleep. 

Marc hated it. 

Especially when it was dark with the sound of your soft breathing next to him. Rain and dark and not being alone.

It had been one of the things that had annoyed him about London, the idea of it at least. But it was pleasantly surprising when he realised that it didn’t actually rain that much in the city, not really. Despite how often its inhabitants seemed to talk about it.

More often than not it was that spitty rain anyway, the kind of stuff that felt like you’d been sprayed in the face with mist. It made everything damp and by default made 2 degrees celsius feel colder than 30 in fahrenheit, but other than that it was okay. Bearable. 

Not like tonight. 

Tonight it pelted down, the wind howling faintly. Tonight it reminded him too much of… well, things best left buried. 

He tried to focus on the sound of just your breathing instead. That gentle, even rhythm and was normally so soothing. Would usually drown everything else out. 

Don’t think of drown.

Don’t think of anything. 

Just breathing, your breathing. In and out. In and out. He tried to match it, held his breath until you breathed out. But no matter how he tried he kept slipping out of your rhythm. 

Marc turned onto his side, opening his eyes to look at you, your face faintly illuminated by the glow of this fish tank. He’d forgotten to turn the light off. 

Steven would tut and scoff at him in the morning. ‘How would you like to sleep with the top light on, hmm? It’s not good for them, buggers up their internal clocks and all that.’

He’d have to tell Steven that he didn’t think fish had internal clocks. 

Part of him wanted to get up, to turn the light off. And not just to avoid Steven’s disappointment, but because really he did feel kind of bad for the poor fish. 

Not tonight though, he couldn’t do it tonight. The thought of getting up, walking through the darkness of the flat despite the glow from the streetlights outside, with the sound of the rain. Dark, walking, rain. No, not tonight. 

The fish tank light stopped the complete darkness, the sound of it hummed lightly. Even if Marc couldn’t focus on it enough for it to completely block out the rain the absence of it would be worse. It would make the drip, drip, drip of the water going through the tank’s filter louder. The kind of sound that would give birth to stalagmites.

No, not tonight. He would say he forgot, apologise to Steven and the fish in the morning. 

He could put his headphones on, listen to something to try to drown out the rain-

Don’t think of drown.

But he didn’t remember where he put them, which left him with fumbling around in the dark to look or turning on a light. Both would wake you. And that wasn’t fair. 

You put up with so much and here he was, not even able to deal with the sound of the rain. 

Marc pushed gently at the head space, a nudge just to check if anyone else was awake. If Steven or Jake would like a go at trying to get the body to sleep. He could just… slink back and fade. It was always easier to nod off if he wasn’t fronting, just sort of sink-

Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown. Don’t think at all.

That, of course, never worked. 

You shifted in bed, sighing quietly. 

It hurt sometimes to think about how much he loved you. Early on he used to imagine you breaking up with him every night, not Jake or Steven, no you’d still be with them, just him. Ending it with him. 

It was like he had to. Repeatedly going over and over the way you’d tell him you didn’t want to be together romantically anymore. In any and all situations he could think of. 

The more he thought about it, he reasoned, the more he would get used to the idea. Grow calluses over the hurt, so when it happened he wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss. Wouldn’t make it awkward for you or Steven or Jake. 

It never worked like that, of course. His thoughts very rarely did what he wanted, preferring to run among and spread all over the place like ink in water. Clouding everything to madness. 

Everytime he imagined it, the words you’d say, whether you’d speak them calmly or in a rage, coldly or with kindness, it didn’t matter. Just thinking about it always made him cry. Made his throat ache and skin hot. 

It got so bad once that Steven had jumped to the front, confused and worried at the tears on their face, at why their hands were pulling fistfuls of their hair. At why they were sitting curled up on the bathroom floor. 

Marc had bullshited something, he couldn’t remember what. Steven hadn’t believed him, Marc knew that for sure, but he hadn’t pressed him further either. It wasn’t surprising, Steven was far too smart to swallow whatever nonsense had been thrown at him. The opposite of  hook, line and sinker. Sinker. Water. Rain. Sinker. Sink. Drown.

Don’t think of sinker. Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown.

Of course you’d stay with Steven and Jake. How could you not? 

He’d seen the way Jake made you laugh, so loud that it reverated in your chest, so hard that you almost couldn’t breathe, so constantly that you’d beg him to stop, just for a moment so that you could compose yourself. You’d never give that up.

He knew the way you talked with Steven, both of you speaking so fast that it made Marc’s head spin, so excitedly and animatedly, not even needing to finish a sentence before starting the next one because you were both so in sync. You’d never let that go. 

What did he have to offer? 

Except for being scared of the rain. Too afraid to turn off the fish tank light. Too pathetic to even deal with the idea of not being with you. 

He really should just-

“Marc?” You turned, your voice filled with sleep as you reached out for him. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed.

He swallowed, “yeah baby?” He sounded stuffy, almost like he’d been crying. Thankfully, you weren't quite awake enough to notice. 

You sighed, relief flooding your veins and shuffled closer to him, quickly embracing him and hugging him tight. 

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter against him, pressing your face into his chest. 

“Baby,” he squeezes you back and places a soft kiss on your temple. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re alright.”

“Dreamt I couldn’t find you.”

“Couldn’t find me?”

You nod. “I kept shouting ‘Marc’, kept calling for you, but you weren’t there.”

Something sharp digs into his chest, spearing his heart clean through the middle. “Shouting for me?” He whispers.

You nod and stiff, shaking a little. There’s wetness on his bare chest. 

“Hey, baby, hey,” he gently pulls you back and lifts up your face, cradling your cheeks in his warm, safe hands. “It’s okay.” He kisses lightly just under your eyes, presses his lips to your tears, “I’m right here, don’t worry. Not going anywhere.”

You nod, still sleepy and kiss his lips. “Love you.”

“I love you baby, here.” Marc readjusts his position so that you can lay your head fully on the pillow and he can wrap both arms around you, softly rubbing your back as you snuggle into his warmth. 

You both fall asleep at the same time. 

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Late Night Snacks: Draco Malfoy x reader

this is my first time writing creatively outside of school so please be nice, I've read too many fanfics that I've run out TT. Anyways if this goes well maybe ill write again but for now :> thank you & enjoy!

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There was something about Draco Malfoy that was alluring, an invisible magnet that always pulled you. Maybe it was the way you wanted him to be put in his place? To let him know that no matter how hard he tries to prance around the room as if he owned the place, you won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that what he says and does, irks you. You'll simply brush it off as if it was nothing, maybe comeback with a remark to get under his nerves, let him know how it feels to be on the other end of the stick.

And that's how it was in your first couple of years. You two were known for the constant back and forth of bickering and teasing and annoying each other.

That's how it always was, him snickering something to his friends and pointing at you which then makes you roll your eyes at him, him sending you notes during class with the stupid charmed paper cranes that you rip up and throw at him whenever the teacher wasn't looking, then he'd shoot you a glare and you'd innocently smile to yourself pretending to focus on whatever was being taught in class, it was always like that, until fourth year.

Ever since he decided to ditch the hair gel, something in your heart fluttered upon seeing him and after catching yourself staring at him a little too long, you shoved whatever the hell you felt deep within you, somewhere hidden.

Your interactions with Malfoy remained the same, nothing ever changes between you two. Until you noticed that you began looking for him every time you entered a room, how every conversation with him had made you heart pulse a little faster than usual, how despite being on opposite sides of the classroom, you two would catch the other staring.

By the beginning of fifth year, you still found each other incredibly annoying, but something different had crept its way in there, whatever it was.

The secrecy of glancing at the other no longer remained a secret, sometimes you found him openly staring at you in the middle of class or during dinner and all you offered was a smirk, sending him a wink before he scoffs and fixes his attention on something else, acting seemingly annoyed. The pounding you feel in your chest never leaves even after that, and you feel the corner of your lips curling into a smile. You had convinced yourself how you couldn't wait to tease him about it, but deep down you knew the real reason.

In the late hours of the night you began sneaking around the hallways of Hogwarts, wanting a snack from the kitchen despite past curfew. Trying not to get caught by any teachers or prefects doing patrol, you tip-toe your way to the kitchen until you hear footsteps tapping their way in your direction.

"Shit!" you whispered to yourself, frantically looking around for a hiding place. A hand suddenly grabbed you, pulling you around the corner and into a broom cupboard. Your mouth covered, your back pressed up against this person's chest. You bit the person's hand from your mouth, and almost punched the guy behind you. As you turn around you see the familiar blonde hiss in pain frantically waving his hand in the air trying to shake it away. When you opened your mouth to speak, his finger rushed to his lips and in a hush quiet voice he said,

"Shh! You're gonna get us caught!" You hear the footsteps from outside and unconsciously backed up into him, away from the door, holding your breath. After a couple of minutes the clacking had stopped, you turned to face Malfoy and gave him a slap on the arm.

He winces, holding the place where your hand had just been, "A thank you would have been nice.."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're sneaking around in the middle of the night past curfew to Merlin knows where, you were almost caught, you're lucky I saved you."

You glare at him, "I would've handled myself just fine without you!" And with that you turn around leaving the broom cupboard, he silently walks behind you. Annoyed, he whispers, "Oh please! I am not about to risk losing house points from your stupidity"

You roll your eyes and scoff, "I was just gonna grab a snack"

He walks faster and stands next to you, "Can't you do that in the morning?" You continue walking your way to the kitchen, "Malfoy, it is morning." He groans, "Smartass." You turn to him, "Why are you following me?"

"To make sure you don't get caught and embarrass our house," he grumbles. You roll your eyes no longer having the energy for the conversation, as you enter the kitchen you quickly grab a couple of cookies and set them on a handkerchief you brought. Draco waited by the door leaning on the wall with his arms folded to his chest, a look of irritation displayed on his face, as if he was forced to be there.

As you two continued to make your way back to the slytherin dorms, he continued to scold you about how stupid it was for you to sneak out past curfew to the kitchen just because you wanted a snack, and how you almost got caught, and blah blah blah. It went in one ear and out the other, you just drowned him out as you nibbled on your cookie.

"Are you even listening to me?" He asks and before you could answer you could hear voices from across the hallway, echoing along with the sound of their footsteps. You both look at one another panicked, you motion your head for him to follow. Hiding in the same broom cupboard you hid in the first time.

Your bodies faced one another and you didn't realize how small the room was until now. Were you two really that close when he pulled you in to hide earlier? The echoes of the voices continued to grow louder and you found yourself holding your breath in, to keep yourself from making any noise, or perhaps to keep yourself from leaning into his scent. You freeze as you wait for the echoes to fade, silently watching the door, and holding your handkerchief filled cookies to your chest, the only thing that was in between you and his body.

After a couple of minutes of silence you finally allowed yourself to breathe. You look down at your cookies to make sure they didn't get squashed. A sigh of relief escaping your lips as you then moved your head to look up. Your breath getting caught in your throat as you remembered the distance between you two.

You found him staring at you, like he does during class, except this time, when you had met his eyes, he didn't show any signs of annoyance. His gaze was soft, and you bit your lip nervously. You saw his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips and back again to your eyes, slightly leaning forward. You stared at his eyes, getting lost in the cold grey color, but, it wasn't cold like it usually was, it was warm, and the unfamiliar warmth made your heart flutter once again, like it did before. You weren't dumb, you knew something was about to happen. In a state of panic, you raise your hand that was clutching the sweet treats in between your faces, "Cookie?" You offered meekly. All the confidence you had whenever your eyes met with his was gone.

He stares at you, raising an eyebrow as a smirk crept its way to his face as he looks down on you. Your lips were inches away and you offered him a cookie? Really?

He lets out a laugh, and you stare at him as a blush hued your cheeks. "Is that a no?" You raised your eyebrow, trying to seem confident when in reality all you wanted to do was curl up and die from embarrassment.

"Merlin L/N, how long are you gonna be willingly daft?" He teases. You frowned and began making your way towards the door, turning the knob to leave. "No cookie then," you huff as you walk out, breaking a piece off and throwing it in your mouth, Draco swiftly following behind and giggling, continuing to tease you as you walked back to the slytherin dorms.

There was definitely something between you two, but for now, let's leave it as undiscovered territory, as it seems one of you still refuses to admit it.

[strawberrybuff]

He’s My Property

I’ve watched hierarchy And the scenes including Kang ha and Kim rian are so steamy so I took the upper hand and wrote this as the show dosent have any FanFic out there so here you go ~ hope you enjoy

It was the first day for Kang ha’s transfer and he was seated in the assembly waiting for his cue to get up and introduce himself to his peers

“Now let’s introduce our new scholarship student” the principle has announced his name, to be honest he was a little terrified to get up there but he needs to put his plan into action

“Hello dear student and teachers I would thank-“ as soon as he opened his mouth the doors have swing open, he stopped his talking and glanced at who just walked in, and he smirked to himself…

It was Kim Rian and his group, as they got to there Seats, Kim ha restarted his introduction

Time skip to the end of his introduction ~

Ha POV;

I took my seat on the front as the teacher had told everyone to leave to class , as I collected my things and tried to leave, one of the guys next To me grabbed my arm and told me to sit down I was a bit confused so I sat down

And my eyes landed to rian and his group as they got up and left the assembly

I turned to the students behind me and said "Do you know where is the English Classroom ?" as I kindly smiled

"Hah , who are you to talk to me ... you should talk to your people " they turned and left me there , what just happened .... and what does he mean 'MY people' ??

never mind that I gotta find him before class ~

I kept looking for 'him' all around the school but I couldn't find him, out of nowhere I got a text from 'him' telling me to meet him in the Advanced English Classroom .

"Meet me at the advanced English Classroom"

"I don't know where the class at , did you forget that it's my first day ...?"

"Shit I forgot to send you the locations , hang on a sec"

Location Has Been Sent -

I saw the location and kept following the trail , until I've came face to face with a sliding door with the Letters Writing AE , I guess that shortens Advanced English .

I pushed the button and set foot into the class and saw 'him' typing off on his phone .

"You leaving me out there with those barbarians was cruel" as Ha pouted

"Just want to see how they act in front of you before going public" as Rian smirked at Ha's pouted lips , he went near him and circled his hands on his waist as he toward over Him

"But Still they were mean" , "Might as well go public to let them know who you belong to , so they don't bother you anymore" as Rian left butterfly kisses on his eyes while smiling .

"By the way , have you heard from your 'girlfriend' as Ha frowns upon the realisation ...

"She hasn't been answering but as soon as she's back , ill break the news to her, but for now can we please don't talk about her in this situation -"

Rian pulled him near him as he placed his lips on his , Ha knows that this is wrong now that he hasn't broken with his girlfriend , but she deserve what she gets for not helping my brother while he was bullied by her 'fans'

Ha threw his arms over Rian shoulders and kept kissing him, at this point he's feeling aroused but .... can they even do it here ??

Rian slithered his hands on the back of Ha as he wanted to take of his shirt , and Rian was successful while doing so , he pulled away from the kiss as he looked at his boyfriend's Body and he can't deny that Ha has a cute face , but he also has a fucking body of a god .

He trailed kisses along Ha's body as he moaned at the sight of Rian while licking his nipples ... he felt more aroused at the sight of him

"Wait , can we even do this here" as Ka moaned even more

"I have guards around the door to keep the teachers away , and did you forget that I own the school ?" as Rian trailed his tongue over Ka's neck and leaving love bites all over

As Ha and Rian kept doing they're thing , they haven't noticed that Rian's phone has lit up with a notification from his friends telling him that Jaei had arrived to Korea and that she want's to meet Them all on the karting tracks

time skip ~

As Ha lied down on the floor as his clothes were scattered all around the classroom while Rian got up for a smoke, he turned to Rian and saw him leaning next to the window while smoking and don't forget the lack of clothes too

of course Ha bottoms all the time but oh how he would love to top Rian someday but he knows that's all just a dream to him

"Babe , come one get dressed were supposed to leave" "huh ? where are we going?"

"I just saw the text the Woojin has sent me, he said the jaei want's to meet them at the racing tracks"

"Wait ,why am I coming with you ?"

"What , I gotta show her that were done and You are mine to claim"

he doesn't hate the idea of Rian wants to show him off to his 'ex' girlfriend, he might show his Hickeys to her to tell her that Rian is done with her ...

I know thats shitty but she deserve it with the way she treated my brother

as I got up to collect my clothes I saw Rian at the corner of my getting dressed also

as I bent down to get my pants , I felt a smack on my ass , I blushed and looked at Rian

"Cant get tired of this" as he smirked , I giggled and smacked his arm as I collected my stuff

time skip ~

I was in the car with Rian as the driver is driving us to the tracks , I kept making small talk with Rian as he kept kissing my neck leaving love bites Again ....

as the car has stopped I saw that we had arrived to the tracks he extended his hand as I took his hand in mine and walked through the garage as our eyes landed at ... jaei??

"What are we doing here ?? why did you ask to meet us"

jaei's eyes landed to our hands as they were interwind with each other and glared at me while I hid behind Rian ...

"What's the meaning of this ?? I leave for 5 months and your already Dating somebody else ... WE didn't even breakup !!!"

Rian glanced at me while I hid behind him , "Jaei I've been calling you for months trying to tell you .... I already told Woojin and Hera and they didn't have problem with this ..."

"So what your Breaking up with me for this .... this ... WHORE"

at the blind of an eye I saw Rian dash in front of Jaei and held her by the shirt she's wearing and told her to fuck off

"Rian , darling stop , come back here" as I extended my hands for him , he took my hands into his and held it firmly

"listen Jaei our relationship was already falling , so it a good thing that we distance ourself , and don't forget ... He's mine , My property so don't get fucking near him and get away from us .... you haven't forgotten that I can get rid of you , we OWN your family , so you better leave us be and live your life quietly"

Rian had pulled me near the exit as I glanced at Jaei and saw her tears .... I smirked at her and stopped Rian on his tracks and woojin and Hera had left

I glanced at jaei and smirked while pulling Rian in for a kiss , while his back was turned he kept kissing me I moaned into the kiss as I opened my eyes a saw jaei stills standing there ... I whispered to Rian to do more

I felt him trail kissed along my neck , I looked back at Jaei and whispered ....

"He's My Property Now"

[minisugakoobies]

Timezones | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: a little angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of illness (not specified), mentions of ill parent, a very soft Jungkook and reader dealing with sudden long distance, special guest appearance by Bam, yes there is a noraebang and fried chicken because last week's lives honestly felt like something a fanfic writer wrote, sorry if this makes you sad but I needed to write it

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone

A/N: I'm never getting over Jungkook's lives from last week. The absolute boyfriend vibes, combined with me listening to "Timezones" by Måneskin today, led me to write this. Thank you @sugalaritae for lending me your talented eyes!

I didn't specify what country reader is meant to be from, just that their family at one point while they were a child lived several time zones from where they lives now, long enough for them to think of it as their childhood home.

There are some things going on in my life that have inspired some of the plot, so… I hope when the time comes that you have to deal with such things, you have someone like Jungkook here to support you. It makes all the difference in the world. 💕

The notification comes in at a little past noon. You stare at it for a second before tapping the screen. A familiar pair of brown eyes come into frame, blinking slowly beneath a cloud of dark fluffy hair.

"Koo? Why are you awake?"

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

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[anneapocalypse]

I have really complex feelings about the idea (often implied or tacitly agreed to be true even when it's not stated outright) that realism in sex scenes (and specifically sex scenes in fanfiction because that's what I'm thinking about) is always preferable and desirable. That it's always better to be more realistic, and any kind of unrealistic or fictionalized portrayals of sex are inferior--or in some cases, worthy of contempt and an indication of the inexperience/immaturity/poor writing skills of the author.

I have mixed feelings about it because I do think there's a place for realism. There are things that add realism to sex scenes that I really enjoy. I enjoy watching certain characters communicate their desires and negotiate activities. In some scenarios I like seeing characters employ safer sex practices like barriers. I will always enjoy when an author takes the time to figure out a form of lubrication that's appropriate and believable in the setting! I can even enjoy when a character gets up to pee after sex before returning to bed to cuddle; it's a very human touch to the scene that can itself be comforting and enjoyable to read. I like it when people who have experience with certain types of sex create helpful guides to writing those things, offering details you might not think of or know about if you haven't had that type of sex. It gives authors more to work with! It's a tool. Realism is a tool, and one that can absolutely enrich scenes and make them more interesting and fun to read.

And at the same time, something really does rub me the wrong way when I see posts that express contempt for a realism gap in fanfiction and imply that anyone writing it that way must be a) stupid, b) inexperienced (while kind of implying that writing about sex when you haven't had sex is inherently a problem, which I object to fundamentally), and c) completely unaware that what they're writing isn't realistic, which kind of points back to A. It's less on the nose than it would have been like ten years ago, when a lot more people were willing to just come right out and mock "stupid girls writing stupid fanfic" (and all the assumptions that go along with that) but still... that tone lingers. I won't even get into some of the smug posts that used to circulate about anal sex that ended up coming across as "don't you know anal sex is GROSS" in a way that was kind of lowkey homophobic, intentionally or not. Nor am I going to get into the prevalence of queer people telling other queer people they're doing queerness Wrong (in fanfiction, in original writing, in life in general).

To bring a personal angle to this, I'm a nearly-40-year-old bisexual cis woman, married and monogamous, chronically ill, and with some lifelong undefined sensory issues that I don't have any kind of diagnosis for so I'll just call them that. For me personally, due mostly to sensory issues and some physiological quirks, sex can take a lot of energy. Sometimes it's just a lot of work! That doesn't mean I don't want it or enjoy it, or that my partner is failing in some way; I have an active and fun sex life with a very thoughtful and caring partner (and I am not looking for advice on this post, so let's not get sidetracked). There's just challenges! And sometimes I wish my own body made it easier!

So sometimes, when I'm writing smut which is definitionally for fun and primarily for me and my own enjoyment, I find myself caught between: do I want to make this character's experience of sex very realistic in a way that's relatable to me? or do I just want to indulge in the fantasy of sex being easy and low-effort?

At this very moment I'm having difficulty answering that question about some things! There's pros and cons to both, and I don't think either one is wrong. Because at the end of the day, my own enjoyment is the goal of this piece of fiction. It's self-indulgence either way. No matter what I write, these pixel people I'm writing about are not real and their sex scenes are still a fantasy. It's just a question of what kind of fantasy I want to indulge in.

There was a good post I saw recently about the fact that a lot of problematic tropes are problematic not inherently but by scale--in other words, because their prevalence reinforces ideas and narratives harmful to specific groups. And I will be the first to acknowledge that even in the realm of fanfiction--a sphere with relatively low impact on the culture at large--it can be frustrating to constantly run into the same tropes that we find unrelatable or just plain unenjoyable, whether it's rigid top/bottom roles or easy vaginal orgasms. I don't want to come across as like, scolding anyone for just being annoyed, or venting about that sort of thing. It's fine. Some people's forms of self-indulgence are irritating to me, and my self-indulgence is undoubtedly annoying to someone else. I also want to reiterate that talking about what is and isn't realistic in the context of fiction is fine and good and there's absolutely a place for it, and that I enjoy a lot of elements of realism in fiction. I just also want to leave room for fiction to be fantasy. I think that's okay. And everyone's gauge for just how much realism is enjoyable is going to be different. I think that's fine too.

[darling-answers]

I BEG YOU Ana Amari with a injured reader, maybe she sick or dying of a illness idk just make it angst, I saw that talk about wanting more Ana Amari fanfic so idk I feel like letting people suffer and cry.

“ oh Gibraltar were had the time gone?”

This will be pre-fall I would like to say when Overwatch was still in best working order, just right after the omnic crisis

Warning! There may be inaccurate deceive of AML, I have done my best at researching the topic but doesn’t me my accuracy on knowing aml is good because I have never experienced before. Ana may be a little off topic because no matter what, you should always respect the choice of someone body. Death! Is implied and mention. this isn’t a happy ending. Blood! Is mentioned, noise and mouth bleeding Mentions, Oppression and violence. There also mention of symptoms of cancer effects with chemotherapy, chemotherapy is mentioned multiple times. Fainting is mentioned

Thank you for all who reads my stories and showed there support i appreciate it greatly

REQUEST ARE OPEN I WRITE FOR VENTURE TOO SO SEND THEM SOME LOVE.

The warning signs were there but you couldn’t expect it to get this bad? how could anyone know how bad it gotten when it just happened. Being a overwatch agent and putting civilians as your top priority before your own health problems wasn’t uncommon. It comes with you being a soldier and wanting to do what right. Sticking up for the weak even if it comes with your own life. So why must this situation be different.

The First warning sign happen when you were out on a mission to help civilians who may have been lost or trapped under the rubble, it was going according to plan, nothing seem out of the ordinary until the next thing you had known was blood was coming from your nostrils and mouth. Wiping it off on your sleeve painting it with fresh blood made it easy to forget about, it could happen to anyone so why must your situation be different, there still civilians need help, so pick yourself up soldier and help the others, You tell yourself over and over again.

Helping civilians get to safety and back to there family had made you smile, but the comfort of the ship that would be leading you back to your home and the people you call family is just a different feeling. When sitting down in your designated seat, Reinhardt was right infront of you, talking (yelling.) about how well his mission did, talking about the tiny children who he got to flex his arms to. Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes carried on their conversation about the on going crisis in the rest of the world, torbjorn talked about his family showing Reinhardt picture of his newly born daughter Brigitte but always the mother hen Ana had taken notice of the blood.

“ habibati, where did such blood come from? Had there been anyone seriously injured? On the catalog I did not seen any reports of very serious injuries?” She mumbles setting her sniper down, the way the sniper aim was up relaxing in the wall of the aircraft, safety was on and the eye of the pistol was up. She leans over to grab the coat of your overwatch outfit and taken a look of the sleeve.

“ I’m fine Ana, I promise, there is nothing to worry about just some blood no need to fuss.” She gave you a serious look Almost crinkling her brows. “ you tell me if anything is wrong. Alright? I want you to be alright.” She looks serious pointing a finger before she lets go from the topic when she felt satisfied.

The Second warning came when in training with Cassidy, you felt you’re whole body zap out of energy, the room was so dizzy and fussy, your brain felt slow and sluggish, you’re arms and legs felt like a ice about to melt into a puddle. Your body gave up and slammed itself to the ground. Waking up in the infirmary with Angela Ziegler talking about your body and health, noticing the way your body seems to be weaker than before. You lost incredible amount of weight which for a normal person would feel happy about it, the weight your body was dropping was to dangerous to not start trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

“ i thought you would’ve told me if something was wrong. The fact you tried hiding it makes me think it might be time i took over your position and put you’re mission on hold until i feel everything is better.” Ana mumbled kissing your forehead as she gently placed her hand on the top of your head.

Angela returned with a chart, writing your vitals and simple questions she have asked you such as, how long have these symptoms been going on, how severe have these conditions been. She clicked her pin shut as she looked up from her notes. “ if you don’t mind I would like to request and recommend we run a few test on you. I’m thinking running a Blood test on you, we will be analyzing it using a microscopic evaluation of the blood, or by using flow cytometry to try and figure. This will all be done if we get your consent so would you mind if we do this?” Angela tilt her head at the last part as she hears the exact words she needs to hear to start preparing for the blood samples.

After gathering the blood sample, she sends you and Ana on your way as she tells you the test results will need 2-3 weeks to be able to fully confirm the diagnosis. Ana made sure throughout the week to make sure that you would rest and not strain your already fragile condition. Every night Ana would lay in bed making sure her arms were around your body and start whispering stuff in Arabic. More symptoms started popping up which caused Ana to get worried even worse than before. Bruising would form out of nowhere not even you could remember how you got those bruises, night sweats became one of the worse causing the lack of sleep, hot flashes and the urge to not eat anything were evidence that something definitely wasn’t right.

“ Oh, how I know it hurts habibati, let’s try and get some rest.” She would mumbles as she made sure the bed only have loose sheets. The way you could barely hold down anything or even get out of bed made her concerns grow even worse. Sometimes you would wake up with her right besides you and other times you were alone in bed. Days and nights started to blur in your memory as you laid in bed, not being able to fully move or walk without assistance.

“ we have gotten the test results back and it might be best. If you sit down ana this is difficult for both of you.” Angela pulled up a chair and sat down in a chair crossing her legs as she looks over at Ana then comes back to you. “ after throughly examining the changes in you’re body we have confirm the diagnosis of you have a form of leukemia that is very hard to treat. It is called Acute myelogenous leukemia. It a common aggressive form of leukemia that affects your bone marrow and blood.”

The face of exhaustion from you and the horror of Ana Face was like no other, how long had it been since you see Ana so hopeless..? This isn’t what you wanted to see.

“ There is good news and bad news, we may be able to start treatment to help fight off the leukemia but with the illness being around the bone marrow most medicines may not be able to reach the place the leukemia is resting, it may be long and hard but you have some chance of survival if you would like to start that I can get it prepared.”

“ What are the chances of me surviving..? I don’t want to live my life in fear that this illness will come back, I don’t want the exhaustion and agonizing treatments, I don’t want to be stuck in a hospital wasting away the only time I get pure entertainment is if someone come visit me. Please Ana, i’m scared and I don’t want to leave you alone but I don’t want to deal with this heartache.” She clutched her wife hand as she leans over weakly giving a kiss to her wife forehead as she comes to rest her sweaty face on that of her wife.

“ I have seen a lot of people survive AML and I also scene some who not, a man in December survive the AML with a few rounds of chemo and some rehabilitation and now he living his life with a wife and few kids. I’ve also scene some people not wish to fight this agonizing battle. So why I might not suggest not taking treatments I will accept whatever you would like us to do.”

Angela Zeigler nodded her head towards you before looking at Ana, Ana somberly looked at the hands which were neatly folded in her. The struggle to make the choice or even express agreement or disagreement weigh ever on her shoulders. “ if you would not like to start chemo and pass away in your home with me and our family by your side I will respect your wishes. I’m so sorry you were even given these choices.” Ana closed her eyes and cried in her hands chocking out her answers as she leans to rest her head on your shoulder.

“ don’t cry Ana, this battle has been long and hard, I was given a purpose on earth and that was to protect the people around me, I made my choice and now I may be rest in the peace of the afterlife knowing I have saved lives. You have to be strong for Pharah and Overwatch.”

The weakly smiles that adores both you and Ana face made it way to accept the idea more easily. The decision to not go and do chemo was not selfish in the eyes of Ana, she knew of the effects of chemo, Nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, Hair loss, Skin dryness and rashes the effects almost seem limitless.

“ so if I’m to confirm You ( state your name.) are refusing to take chemotherapy, which may have help you live a few years longer. You understand the negative side effects that may come with this. You may also always come back to wanting to do chemotherapy but the more you wait the more will not be likely to have the cancer be eradicated.”

Ana looked over and nodded at you, “ I will accept whatever you say or think. Please speak what you need to.” Ana looked into your eyes. “ I accept to refusing treatment for chemotherapy and know the harms and risk that may come and the outcome.” The weakly sound of coughing finishing off the statement.

“ alright, I will notify strike commander to take you off of all mission briefs and when you are ready please notify whoever you would like about what the future is going forward.” Mercy nodded politely leaving you and Ana alone in the room. Ana looked over at you, brushing your cheekbone as the weak sound of raspy breath came in and out. “ Thank you for letting me have a choice, I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t sure the outcome would be the same.”

Ana nodded to your words helping you settle in bed. She weakly clutches the clothing near her heart as she looks at you. She tried to take a deep breath as to not let the tears follow but it getting harder looking at your weak state. She started walking towards the door to give you room only to be stopped by the croak of a voice. “ Ana…” Ana turned around and looked at you walking over and kneeling down near your bed side.

“ I love you and Pharah so much.” You mumbles as Ana whisper some words of praise before getting up and leaving the room. Days become even more of a blur as your visited by most of Overwatch agents besides a few. Even Moira O’Deorain made her presence known as she commands great respect and recognition for how you saved lives and great combat skills.

The day came, one year and a day after you first got the symptoms of something wrong that you passed peacefully by your besides, laying beside you was Ana who was on your left. Pharah who birthday just came a few weeks ago making her 10 and one of your best friends who also supported you think through thin, Reinhardt. A day that would’ve been sad wasn’t sad, they knew you would of beat there ass if you found out they weren’t lighting up the party with some shots as you’re lowered into your casket. Your funeral which played one of your favorite songs, “Dreaming of you” by Selena Quintanilla was a mother and daughter dance for ana and pharah.

You were given a gravesite with the soldiers who had fallen in the war adored with flowers and so much love and care from military units all across the world. Some left Quarters, some left penny, dimes and nickels. You were known around the world and a statue as a memorial in your home town was placed to honor the dedication you had to fighting for what right and standing up for communities who may have been oppressed.

As time gone on and the state of Overwatch went into shambles Winston recalled woke up a different side in Overwatch agents, instead of doing stuff how Jack Morrison would do, the Overwatch hero’s knew who to look up to in the end.

Pharah looking up into the sky hoping that maybe she would see you there looking down and protecting her.

[liquidorcard]

I'm listening to streams I missed while doing my stuff right now.

At the 1:01:07 mark, what Malcome says here-- as a CSA and regular ol' adult SA survivor myself I can't stress enough how much appreciate him bringing this up and how he articulated the point. Making this distinction between the kinds of ways victims process shit and what Lily does.

TW: very mildly graphic discussion of coping with sexual trauma.

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There's what I can only really describe as a catharsis of sorts to (within healthy limits) expressing the messy, ugly, complicated feelings you're left with battling for the rest of your life when it comes to having to go on living in a body that's been so deeply violated like that. Not always in Psychosexual or in intentionally titillating ways, but ways often others will read as such by it being inherently related to sex, etc. Ways that will just not make sense to people who have never had that experience, sometimes in ways that don't make sense to other survivors.

Not to psychoanalize myself too much here-- but I strongly suspect my deep fascination and love of body horror, which I've had quite literally as long as I can remember, in some part is because it was my only outlet (especially as a child) to metabolize and cope with things that happen to me I both had no framework to understand and no words to express. From a very young age, I have been writing and drawing some extremely violent shit that, to me at the time, wasn't intended to be sexual (I mean, I was a kid. I didn't really have a concept of that shit yet.) But like, I could see how someone could twist it that way if they wanted to be an asshole. This is very much not an uncommon behavior (and a warning sign, btw) for children who have been abused.

Should I have gotten therapy for it? Yes. But that didn't happen. Would it be horribly embarrassing if the horrific fanfics I wrote when I was 12 and could barely spell in English resurfaced full of a traumatized mentally ill kid's understanding of sexual violence resurfaced? If my old DeviantArt account got clocked? Yeah. Again, I could see someone with no understanding of the circumstances in which that live experience puts you in twisting that into the same thing the nightmare mode horny cesspit shit Lily's done.

I do believe that part of why Lily wrote shit like Stockholm has IN PART, something to do with the trauma she went through as a kid. But that she was;

a) old enough that she had to have understood more of what she was doing.

b) continued to write the same kinds of stuff, just less mask off and more layered under a veil of implication and plausible deniability with shit like Poke Madhouse.

c) shown a million red flags that she doesn't regard this shit as horrific inherently and continues to frame it as such in and out of her fiction. When, even when I was a kid-- like, obviously the point of the pieces I did was to express a sense of horror. I framed what I wrote and drew from the position of the victim-- not even as a conscious choice, but because that's what I was. That's what I was trying to express even though I wasn't exactly aware of that-- my feelings as a victim.

Even as an adult, I gravitate towards extreme horror in both my creative work and the media I consume--- not WHOLLY because of all the ways my childhood wasn't that great, but I can't really deny that's part of it. Especially with my professional work as an artist and (hopefully soon) as a writer, even in directly or in a metaphorical way, I draw a lot of my own unpleasant life experiences as my primary idea pool. I don't think that's inherently a bad thing.

It's Lily's PRESENTATION of these kinds of concepts that end up being her telling on herself.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

A good while again I got a request that Tumblr refuses to show me, but I got it in my Tumbly email, and thus was able to write it down. I took the liberty to rephrase the gist of it, and the idea, because there was enough content for a 50k slowburn. But. Here's a oneshot, hope you like it

Pairing: Nacht x Fem!Reader Reader description for this oneshot:

A shy, introverted, "loner" but kind, book-loving BRK ( Blue Rose Knight) with energy magic that can absorb other people’s mana a little bit, and which allows her to feel the person's emotions and energy as a result

Genre: Angst, tragic-romance Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.9k Contains: Themes of regret (Nacht's, but reader feels his emotions through his energy), themes of self-doubt and forbidden romance, angst, open ending, Nacht being his emo self, manga spoilers, reader cries because she feel's Nacht's regret as her own, I guess you could see reader's reaction as an anxiety attack? (if you squint then maybe), this is a tragic romance type of a oneshot, so no happy times, the romance is more of an inkling feeling and isn't established by any means, I guess that's it?

A festival. A celebration. A part of you wondered why were you even there, while another part of you knew perfectly well why. The war against devils in Spade had been won, and it was certainly a feat. A cause for a celebration. And though the kingdom needed time to heal, time to be rebuilt, people needed this celebration, this festival, moment to look into the future and enjoy themselves.

And you supposed that... that was why you were there. Though, in all honesty, you would rather have been back at the Blue Roses Headquarters, reading a book.

But some of the girls had convinced you to come along. At least see what the fuss was about. And when you asked to explore the festival on your own, they understood it. You needed space and time for yourself. They knew that there was no ill intent in you wanting to be alone, after all, you were a kind person. It just wasn’t in your nature to spend time in crowds, lots of people and chat the night away.

So, as you wandered the festival, feeling that you were fulfilling a kind of a duty to your squad mates, something...

As you were walking to a more quiet area of the festival, only a few people walking around here and there, there was a strange ... source of energy, or mana that... It wasn’t hostile, but it was...

You stopped, your affinity allowing some of that mana, some of that energy to seep into you, and then it overtook you.

Like a wave. A crushing wave of regret and pain and ... a burden so difficult to bear that you slumped to the ground with tears in your eyes that refused to stop. Your body bend over, up to a point where you were curled around yourself.

But the feeling grew stronger and stronger, until it seemed like the very weight of the heavens were on you.

And that was when you looked up.

There was a man, dressed in a black cloak. Decorated with the insignia of a bull’s skull.

And he was looking at you.

His eyes were emotionless, cold and distant, but you felt... you felt that you knew, that it was his mana, his energy that was the cause of the burden.

And something in that gaze he gave you, as if separated by a thin wall, as if a sheet of glass, still told you that he knew. He knew that you knew.

A part of you wanted an explanation. But after a moment that must’ve been only a few seconds long, despite having felt as if a life time, he turned his back and walked away. Just like that.

Just like that.

And then, the pain was gone.

It made you wonder... because the Black Bulls... they were the heroes... The war against Devils couldn’t have gotten the result as it did, without... Without... Who you thought must’ve been the Vice Captain of the Formerly Known As The Worst Squad in Clover Kingdom.

Formerly. But not anymore.

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Nacht Faust. The Vice Captain of the Black Bulls. Even if reluctantly so. Perhaps a little bit less reluctantly so as before the events in Spade, but still somewhat reluctant.

He found himself standing on the outskirts of the city, deep in thought.

For a moment he had thought to feel someone absorbing some of his mana, even if only a little, and then... as he had approached the person, his suspicions had proven to be right. Another knight. A woman. A Blue Rose.

She had seemed in pain, because of the mana.

No... It hadn’t been just pain.

He was certain of it.

In fact, it was something that he knew far, far better than the feeling of pain. That of regret.

Past mistakes that could never be undone.

And yet, she didn’t seem like she judged. She didn’t look like she hated him for it. Instead, he... it had been almost pity, in her eyes. Almost, but not quite.

He didn’t expect her to understand.

Not even after, maybe, having felt that which he had gathered upon his very soul. Much like a shield. A token of shame.

Shame that he felt he deserved.

But he couldn’t help but feel a little intrigued by her. By the affinity, the look, and the emotions, of entirely her own, that she must’ve felt as a result of ... whatever it had been that just happened.

However, for whatever reason, he found himself thinking that... this wouldn’t be the last time that they’d meet. This wouldn’t be the last time their paths would cross.

How and why it would happen, he didn’t know.

He wasn’t sure if he cared either. How and why their paths would cross. But he didn’t dare think that she’d understand him. He didn’t think that anyone would understand him. A luxury that he wasn’t good enough.

But maybe... or... perhaps not.

If she had been in such pain just in his vicinity, then it’d be best for him to stay away. Not be intrigued. Not feel... curious. Of the woman or her affinity.

Yes... he was best, alone.

If only had he known, that she was a loner too.

And maybe, sometimes, it takes two lone souls to understand each other the best.

[blkkizzat]

Do you have any tips for writing fanfics? Like I wanna make my own but I’m scared people aren’t gonna like them 😭 Also how do you usually end a story? I’ve written before for school and stuff but it’s just kinda hard when I come to the end of the story…😓

-🪼

hey 🪼 babes! sorry i wrote alot so it took a min lol. take with a grain of salt though as what works for me may not work for you!

writing tips:

so first off: write for yourself. i know it's been said a million times and a worn out cliche but to break it down a bit— i feel like if you like your fic than other people will too. that is to say, we are all in the same fandom and are dorks/nerds, and like similar things even outside the fandom. i know people have their preferences on content but if you write it for your particular tastes and preferences, i promise there's other people in the fandom that will share in that too.

also even though my adhd works against me, i at least try to be organized and i always make an outline for a fic.

its super helpful to break everything up into small pieces. because then you arent staring at a blank page expecting a story to materialize from thin air LOL.

heres some things to include in your outline.

set the scene/world. where are we? what time is it? what are we initially feeling? which all Setting these things up from jump hooks in a reader as they want to feel like like are immersing yourselves in the world. especially x reader stories. i feel like x reader is so much easier to write then for two seperate characters, because if all else fails you can always call on how you personally felt or would feel in a situation then elaborate on it.

characterization. don't be afraid to make your characters a bit unlikeable, highlight their faults as you do their good parts. ex. my plug!choso fic, reader is a bitch lmfao. she takes choso for granted even though she's the happiest with him. the thing is—she knows that and it starts to eat her up. if a character can have self awareness and grow, then they have more depth than a character written with no faults.

conflict/goal. whats the conflict or what are we working towards? like even for a short pwp for ex: the goal is cum without getting interrupted/walked-in on because we are in a public bathroom. then from there you can work backwards and think. okay so what conflicts/problems would arise? where is this bathroom? what time of day is it and how many people are around? is anyone waiting on us/did we leave others to run off/will they come looking for us? you can make a conflicts out of any of those. conflicts drive the story forward and help you reach your end as its your beacon for how you progress.

ending. your ending only needs to tie the immediate conflict up. there could be an overarching conflict but you dont need to solve everything in your story. ex, continuing from the previous, y'all could be in the bathroom fucking and although the immediate conflict concerns no one interrupting you, the overarching conflict is that you both have significant others already and have yet to break this affair off. of course a pwp so you arent going to dive deep and explain the aftermath or the breakups, etc, but you can leave the story on a cliffhanger and lead the audience to guess whats next.

other tips.

don't write linearly: that is you dont have to write your story in the order of beginning, middle and end. start from wherever you want. skip around. its easier to write out the parts you do know you want then connect it together. even if its just a random piece of dialogue thats a sentence you know you want 2 scenes later, just write it down. writing is a messy process, not neat at all. which leads into... just write: even if you arent sure if you liking the idea 100% just yet write it down! you cant get to the next idea if you are stuck on why the current idea you are thinking of isn't good enough. lol this is why i say i get to a point in the process where i hate everything because ill be stuck with these meh-ideas but i know i have to get them out to get to the good idea.

edit: i edit my fics until l its something im having fun with. if you like it on first go around then thats great but just saying that to say its better to rework it or come back later to it (move on to something else in the meantime) than to put out something you aren't happy with. if you are proud of something you did that will definitely be reflected in your fic!

meditate to tap into characters: idk if you meditate often but i like to try to visualize myself in the character's shoes. what am i feeling? physically or emotionally? are there any distractions? how would i react to this? it helps with conveying character emotion, motives and makes the scene be more immersive. but in at same note, you don't have to give everything. focus on the most important aspect or two and the audience imagination will fill in the rest. some of the best compliments ppl have given me is they felt like they were watching a movie reading my fic (ty y'all the best) and i feel like its because of the immersive aspects in my fics which i take from my own reactions/experience. this also circles back to the point of liking your writing. because if you can convey what you are feeling well enough that you personally feel it re-reading your work, others will too. I hope these tips helped! 💕

[galaxywarp]

HELLO I HEARD HORROR?? ill have to scroll through ur blog and get more context but ohhhhhhh thats SO cool Hope youre doing well!!

You might not have much luck lmao I admit I’ve been really vague about the details so far because I’ve been kind of embarrassed. It’s been so many years since I did something like write a super self indulgent horror angst fanfic for a lesbian couple I love from a shitty video game and I guess I’m shy about sharing it with people!!! Even though I’m really excited about it!!!

But you know what. I’m feeling kind of brave.

Here you go anon: here’s some of my notes from today — it includes a summary of the story’s prologue and first chapter that works as a pretty decent preview of what it’s all about

Overwatch fanfic timeline/chapter notes

PART 1

Prologue (Mercy’s POV)

Part 1 introduces the multiverse concept and the versions of Angela, Mercy and Moira we will be following. Unless otherwise specified, “Mercy” will refer to Talon!Leader Mercy and “Angela” will refer to our “canon” Mercy.

Mercy has been visiting various timelines and tormenting different versions of herself. In extreme cases, even murdering them. She is one of very few versions of herself that has mastered the technology required for multiverse travel, and as such, most Angela’s are completely unsuspecting targets of her abuse. She does however quickly notice a pattern in how easy it is to mentally break down these counterparts of hers, and she finds herself delighting in their misery. Encounters begin to escalate; she grows sadistic. Angela is prone to not fighting back and submitting to the torture due to her own self hatred, and Mercy is finding a sick way to cope with her own by inflicting this agony on other versions of herself. What starts out as an occasional indulgence becomes her primary outlet for her frustrations: anything that upsets her in her own reality, she finds another version of herself to make miserable.

And the more encounters she has with the same Angela, the further she pushes things. She likes to see how far Angela will let her take things until she breaks. Some of these start ending with her killing that timeline’s Angela, or getting Angela to kill herself.

In some timelines, Moira has tried to save Angela from these situations. Whether that timeline had both of them in Overwatch or Talon, one or the other, no matter which way, Moira keeps finding a way to get involved and cause some annoyance. The longer Mercy torments an Angela for, the more likely her Moira seems to be to notice and start causing problems. She even had to abandon a few pursuits because the timeline’s Moira became more trouble than the Angela was worth. And Mercy doesn’t like to have to kill a Moira (I’m not entirely sure yet what I want the relationship to be between her and her original Moira, or even if her OG Moira is still alive)

Prologue from Mercy’s POV will cover this information to ensure reader is up to speed before dropping right into the story at the point in time when Mercy first introduces herself to our Angela.

Chapter 1 (Angela’s POV)

For simplicity I believe this story should take place when Moira is still working covertly for Overwatch (as in, before the Blackwatch scandal and departure for Oasis/Talon). Puts her and Angela in the same location most often but still a distance between them. They encounter each other regularly enough but their interactions are impersonal and short. From a multiverse standpoint, these two are not very close compared to most timelines. There’s usually at least more animosity between them, and more frequent arguments. But this timelines Angela really prefers keeping to herself and lacks a strong bond with Moira or anyone else. (This info isn’t explicitly stated but it’s important context that will influence and explain much of her behavior throughout the story)

Angela has been having bad dreams. She dreams of another version of herself standing over her bed at night, staring down at her like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. Sometimes in the middle of the night it feels so real that she’s almost certain she can see herself in the shadows of her own room, watching her, but she tries to tell herself that she’s just sleep deprived and paranoid.

Which she is. But also, Mercy has targeted her.

The stress of this starts following her to work during the day. Tired and on edge, she has a confrontation with Moira in the lab.

Moira leaves, irritated, and the POV will switch to her for the close of the chapter as she is confronted by Mercy while outside trying to walk and blow off steam from her argument with Angela

[ya-boi-haru]

I did a thing...

I'm no writer, but inspired by my Coffee shop au (linked) i did a little sample piece for funsies/writing practice... idk what will come of this but it was fun and interesting to get back into actually writing a fanfic piece again...

(context at the end)

Bars always seem to be a completely different atmosphere when it was day time.

All you could hear was the rustling and clinking of staff putting away the new merchandise or cleaning the equipment and the hum of the air conditioners. The faint scent of sanitizer mixed with alcohol hung in the air, strong enough to tell that the surfaces had just recently been wiped down.

As he sat patiently at one of the empty tables, Centross’ eyes glazed over the figures and trinkets that surrounded the bar. He could tell each one had been placed carefully and each section had its own theme. The tables and booths had a more ‘on deck’ feel. Pictures of great ships and sea creatures hung along the walls, surrounded by ropes tied and hung from the ceiling like shrouds or fishermen nets. The wooden tables were decorated with small ships to hold up the menus and the chairs had an aged leather look to them, which were surprisingly comfortable. The bar itself had a large, long statue of a dragon, made of a seaweed green glass displayed against the back wall, surrounded by the shelves of various amounts of alcohol.

The more you looked the more you saw, but unfortunately Centross didn’t get to look around much more as Kai, the owner of Sea Dragon, came out from the staff only doors. He stood up to meet her, extending a hand to introduce himself.

“Hey, you must Kai. I’m David, it’s nice to meet you” Centross was a little nervous. It had been a while since he was considered for an interview, he even had to buy a new button up shirt since the old one was worn out and faded.

“Yeah, I know who you are” Kai responded, her tone not doing a good job at hiding her snark and her, a bit too firm, handshake was not helping either.

“Oh, right, I guess you would after reading my resume” He tried to brush it off and lighten the mood, thinking he was just being paranoid about the way she was acting.

Kai gave a hum and the forced smile made Centross think it was meant to be a laugh. “So why do you want to work here, David?” She asked, cutting straight to the point.

Centross took a breath, trying to let the advice Wolf had given him and their practice questions come back to him.

“Well, I do have experience behind the bar, honestly, I’ve grown to love the work, it keeps me on my feet. I’m fully licenced, I have-“

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure your credentials and achievements are very nice,” Kai interrupted, “What I meant was, why here at the Sea Dragon?” she clarified.

Centross gave an apologetic look, as he stumbled to correct himself. However, while trying to come up with an answer, he noticed the daggers Kai was glaring at him.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Centross asked defensively. Gee, he had just met the woman and she acts like he spat in her face.

Kai barked a laugh at his question, looking at him with disbelief, her last bit of professionalism, now washed away.  Seeing Centross’ face made her realise, he really did not know.

“You still don’t do your research do you?”

Ok, now Centross was really confused. “Are you… not the owner?” he tried.

Ocie chuckled again. “I’m Kai. Kai Feywild”

Realisation slowly set on Centross’ face. “F-Feywild?” Ocie nodded. “As in… Strawberri Feywild- oh fuck!”

“My sister” Kai confirmed, as Centross dropped his head into his hand in defeat.

So, this wasn’t an interview, it was an interrogation. God, how the hell did he not know this!?

“Hey man, ill give you this: I’m impressed by the fucking balls you have to come in here, asking me for a job, after you did?” Kai, pointed her sharp nails at him to emphasise her accusatory tone.

“Listen i-“

“No, you listen,” Kai snapped. “I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get this business up and running and I’m not going to let it all go to shit because a deadbeat, drug pusher wants to get back in to business!”

“I’m not- we didn’t-“ Centross let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair trying to find the words. “Look, that was a long time ago, I’m sober and clean and it’s not like I was the one making it-“

“No, apparently you weren’t, you’re just the one who insisted on selling it with my nephew and making my sister your dealer!” Centross gave a defeated sigh. “The only reason I called you in was to make sure you weren’t going to start this shit with me or my Strawberri again. She’s been through enough”

Centross took moment to answer, all the previous interviews and questioning coming back to him like a montage of fails. He knew he wasn’t going to get on her good side, maybe ever, but especially not right now. He had been through this enough times to know when it wasn’t working out.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, so ill spare you the details. But believe me when I tell you I am not here to start that again. The Ominous Coffee Bean is gone, it crashed and burned before it could even get off the ground, I wouldn’t even know how to get access to that stuff again and, again, even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to make it, that was Icarus, testing out their fancy chemistry, nerd shit and it failed miserably. I spent my time getting sober and clean, just like the others and I am trying to do better, Kai, but I no matter what I do, no one will even give me the time of day – which is understandable I guess but” Centross took a breath, feeling like he was just wasting breath at this point. “I truly am just looking for a job, a fresh start. Bills can’t pay themselves and I can’t keep living out of my boyfriends’ pocket. He’ll deny it, but I can tell that I’m just weighing him down. He deserves better than that and I just want to at least help him”

Kai took in everything he had said and Centross could see her processing, it all. She’d look him up and down and down at her hand, then back to him, the gears in her head turning trying to decide her next move.

Centross knew what it would be. Fuck, he should have just left as soon as he learned she was Strawberris’ sister. Maybe he can try his luck elsewhere, surely there’s somewhere that his reputation hasn’t touched.

“Alright,” Kai simply said after a long moment of silence.

“Alight?” Centross repeated, waiting for her to add on.

“You will be working the floor and are also on washing duty. You’ll start with four days a week for a trail to see if you can handle it and to see if you’re a good fit here. After that time is up, we’ll see how you’re doing and that will determine if you can stay and maybe we’ll talk about you working the bar. How does that sound?” Kai listed her conditions firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, her eyes never leaving Centross a she spoke.

Centross stared back, not processing what was happening.

“Wait, you’re… You’re giving me the job?” he asked, almost like he didn’t trust what he had heard.

“I’m giving you a chance. Do not make me regret it” She warned.

Centross had to contain the smile that seemed to spread on his face, releasing a breath of relief as the weight on his chest lifted just little.

Holy shit, he fucking did it.

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So for some context, Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to start a Barista place together called The Ominous Coffee Bean ("the name will get people curious about it") and Icarus tried to do their thing of infusing flowers into tea. Little did they know that Delosperma Cooperi can be toxic, like a bad drug or alcohol when extracted/infused. They told their business investor (they found online) about their new drink and and Centross received an email back encouraging them to keep selling it and they could use Strawberris flower business to get more of the flowers in.

They were eventually got investigated and they all got arrested for selling of narcotics and Strawberri got done for suppling.

Icarus made first bale, an anonymous pay to bale *and* hush money.

Kai had to come down from a couple towns over to bale Strawberri and Easton out and thankfully they were all given the bare minimum punishment due to bale + they didn't know the extremes of what they were actually selling and their investor couldn't be tracked.

All four did get put on a probation and Icraus, Centross and Easton had to attend clincs to get clean and to help go through withdrawal. Centross made bale late as Rae had to scrap together enough money and even ask his Uncle for help to get him out.

Icarus got hush money, Easton was seen as "the poor kid who didnt know any better" and Strawberri also left in the dark. Centross basically got the short end of the stick and his reputation wasnt good.

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idk i was just playing around with ideas for Ominous Bane equivalent??? its still a W.I.P but let me know what you think????

[legodamianwayne]

BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 (Take 6 (yes))

(im not writing this as i go since ive already read the issue before. ill also be mentioning gotham war since this takes place during it (just a warning for spoilers!))

i just noticed the bat and robin on the cover! so cute

OH........(just noticed this too) that doesn't look good

look at them goofing off n having fun

this is cute but the way bruce acts here and in gotham war is so jarring its kinda funny

bruce in batman #137: can't stand my fake ass family

bruce in b&r: me and my son damian 🤗

bruce is in his "local dilf in the area" era rn

damian having talia's mannerism that bruce noticed is so <3

and here its confirmed that this takes place during gotham war. not sure how to feel about that

STILL INSANE OVER THIS baby first self insert fanfic

damian went from drawing hyper realistic gore vent art to anime eyes in the corner

i think it'd be fun if we see damian write more as the story goes on. like him daydreaming n doodling in class

wonder if theres any meaning with damian putting talia as a hero n bruce as a criminal here...or maybe its just a "totally original character do not steal" thing

you dont say bruce 🙄

"the last few years"?? pretty sure the events shown there all happened not even in 2 years since damian turned 14 around the start of the lazarus tournament

also why are alfred n talia not shown there? alfred's death has huge impact on damian (he literally hallucinated him) n talia was there as much as ra's

i dont like how damian looks here but that white connor should be a crime

"thats enough emotions for tonight father" [slams door]

i wonder why damian is staying with bruce tho (outside of making this book exist) didn't bruce n talia had a custody battle moment™ n damian's like "nah i have my own life (is literally 14)"

HELL YEAH MY BOY CAN COOK

he's quoting alfred ohhh im gonna sob

this is kinda embarrassing for bruce...like ur son is finally living with you again n he's the one up early cooking?? sir u better step up

aw he's making tea the way alfred did

*squints* did bruce get his hand back? thats a pretty normal looking hand to me

did damian's comment on it in batman #137 made bruce think "shit i cant give damian any ideas of getting a robot hand" n he just. magically grow it back

[GLASS SHATTERING SOUND]

gotham...heights? n. not gotham academy? no maps? no damian joining her dnd team?? no detective club finally hanging out with damian??

ik damian got expelled from gotham academy BUT. WHY

okay? whats the point if he's not going to the same school that his friend went to?

interesting how damian fantasize for a normal life in robin 2021 (with him liking the mundanity of shoujo manga) n now that bruce is offering him that he's rejecting it (or maybe he just rly don't like school which is. fair enough)

wellll just cuz we're not getting maps n the detective club doesn't mean damian's other friends arent showing up right? RIGHT? (maya plz come home)

THE ROBIN MOBILEEE it looks so ridiculous i love it

HOLD ON. DOES THIS CAR HAVE NO SEAT BELTS?? BRUCE UR LETTING THIS SLIDE?

ik that thing is rly loud too damian waking up the whole neighborhood here

not rumors abt the batfam fighting getting spread around?? this is so embarrassing omg

am i the only one getting gotham academy flashbacks here? with killer croc n the trio with the fox shark n bird masks

they're very comfortable with calling eachother father n son while in suits huh. ig everyone in gotham knows that batman is a dilf (who's beefing with his adult children) now

not much to say abt the rest: bruce got shot with something n now bats are attacking him

end thoughts: i hope with all the focus on animals here means that we're getting damian's pets back soon n that gotham war wont affect this book much since i rly want to see damian interact with his siblings again. also is it just me or does the day scenes looks very bright? saturated? it kinda hurts for me to read idk. the night scenes r pretty tho

next issue is damian's first day on his new school that is not gotham academy but im still excited for it! (coping)

bonus bestie corner

[thegeminisage]

oooh envesseled, please!!

HI wow thank you for asking, because i love talking about this, and i promise no one is obligated to read the whole answer lol. envesseled (partially, but only partially, up on ao3...) is part of cambionverse, which is a sort of spin-off about some EXTREMELY minor characters in s*pernatural that my buddy @callowyn and i have been chipping away at since 2011 or so.

for anyone with a passing familiarity with the show: we were so sure they were going to kill lisa braeden at the end of season 6 (can you blame us?), we whipped up a little scenario where her son ben was partially raised by sam, dean, and bobby instead...until sam and dean go mysteriously missing, a la john winchester, and now ben has to go and look for them the same way they once searched for their own dad.

but since supernatural has those big 3 characters (sam dean cas) and ben is our dean-character (he is sort of like a dean who broke the cycle of abuse and is also a huge lovable dork), we also needed a sam-character and a cas-character. for our sam we picked jesse (a one-episode wonder, the antichrist kid who turned cas into an action figure), and claire novak, the daughter of acstiel's vessel, who at that point was also a one-episode wonder and also had a collective total of less than 50 words of dialogue. we made her up on our own, essentially. jesse struggles with anxiety and controlling his demonic half and trusting hunters/himself after doing so has burned him in the past (or...gotten other people burned, i guess), and claire struggles with trusting anyone at all and the total emotional unavailability/other after-effects that come from being possessed by something with a thousand eyes at age 11.

in the first two "big" stories (one for jesse, one for ben, though there's a shit ton of additional content) they battle meg (my beloved, don't worry, she'll NEVER die), find the missing sam and dean, resolve various other personal traumas, be mentally ill together, and flirt ever closer to a three-person situationship that would make dean actively long for death if he ever found out about it. meanwhile cally and i kind of throw tomatoes at various things in the show proper that annoyed us, such as how much they hate women, how often they forget their own canon, or the double standard of sometimes letting monsters live when they're dangerous and sometimes killing them when they've done nothing wrong.

envesseled is the third "big" story, for claire, and it takes a significant turn because at the very beginning of it, while she and ben are in the middle of a huge argument, he dies (fridged a la MARY winchester), debatably because of something claire did, and the only way to resurrect him is to ask castiel for help. except he can't help because his various misadventures have left him broken into a thousand pieces and his current jimmy-vessel has no soul to put them back together. and so she's still dealing with this castiel trauma, and the grief/guilt over ben, and the grief /guilt over her dad she never processed, while going around collecting all the broken pieces of castiel in her own body so he can envessel HER (hence the title), bring ben back to life--except the catch is the more grace she takes into her body, the sicker she gets, so it's a question of whether or not she has enough time to finish collecting the pieces, and whether or not she can actually bear to be in castiel's presence and also say yes to him in order to allow him to do this.

as one might guess from the summary it is. an INCREDIBLY niche fanfic series with like a dozen fans worldwide, though i am proud to say pretty much everyone who's tried it has liked it, probably because it's diverged so heavily at this point it aaalmost reads like original fiction. like, i wish there were words to convey how deeply you do not need to have seen the show to read it. we are still writing "envesseled" which is why it's on the wip list (it is fighting with us SO MUCH) but we really really really hope we get it finished in time for "cambion day," which is march 29 (jesse's birthday). i tried very, very hard to find an excerpt from what we haven't posted that isn't full of giant spoilers, but i can't, so i'll post an excerpt from what we have on ao3 instead that i really like. this happens right after claire absorbs the first of many of castiel's broken pieces and is kind of a microcosm of the dynamic in general:

Castiel stands, not far enough away, watching her like a crow inspecting carrion. "How do you feel?" Claire takes a deep breath, assessing. There's no apparent difference between the new grace and the old—after all, both are pieces of the same angel—but she feels their presence more keenly, a stronger heat than the one she's been accustomed to for so many years. Apparently she's more sensitive to the powers of the Antichrist, too. "I've stopped feeling like there's a stab wound in my side, if that's what you mean." "Hm." Two fingers brush across her forehead. Claire's entire body thrums, and then she's grabbing Castiel's wrist, crushing it in her grip as she pulls his hand away. "Don't touch me." Her heartbeat is wild, squeezing the bones under her hand with all her strength, knowing she can't damage him but too angry to care. "Don't you ever touch me." Castiel holds motionless in a way no human could ever achieve, lights flickering over his head. "Let go of me, then." He could break free of her grasp with a fraction of effort, but it's still satisfying to throw his hand aside. Claire catches Jesse's eyes, and sees just a moment of ink-black there before he blinks and the light fixtures stop shaking. "Very well," says Castiel, after a long tense silence. He leaves the kitchen, giving Claire a wide berth, and moves to stand in the center of the dusty library. "Try this one."

let people send you an ask with the WIP title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!