#it shall be a long one-shot

[ae-azile]

Working Title: The Non-Newtonian Newborn (Or How Kim Theerapanyakul Became a Virgin Father and Got the Guy of his Dreams)

Summary:

Kim’s fans can be a little…intense. Ever since Why Don't You Stay was released, Kim's fame has continued to rise, but so have the inappropriate comments and flirtations, number of stalkers, and the number of strange gifts. And none of those things matter when Chay has yet to say more than a few words to him. He doesn't want any of the excess attention, propositions for sex, or gifts unless it comes from Chay.

He's so pathetic. He doesn't know why people leave him gifts in front of his apartment building. But none of those compare to the confusion he feels when he finds a newborn baby outside his front door. It's the strangest “gift” he has ever received and it's one he has to contact the police over.

Again.

And again.

And again.

When the baby appears at the foot of his bed out of thin air, Kim figures he may need help that no cop can offer. But until he can find the kind of help he needs to get this baby out of his life, he is moving back to the compound for the first time since he was seventeen. He hates the thought of it, but he's not staying in his apartment with a cursed baby. At least Khun and Kinn are at the compound, as well as guards who can tend to this thing so Kim doesn't have to.

As for Chay’s presence? It's a big building. If Chay truly doesn't want to see him, Kim will stay out of his way, deal with this problem, and Chay will be none the wiser.

Pairings: KimChay, side Armkhun, side KinnPorsche, side VegasPete+Macau

Rating: M

Warnings: forced parenthood, stalking

Key Tags: Magical/Cursed babies, crack treated seriously, KimChay reconciliation, KimChay as co-parents, friends to crushes to enemies to co-parents to lovers.

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Kim can fully admit he once loved the attention he received from his music career, at least for the most part. The obvious lust some fans had for him could be a source of discomfort. Regardless of the charisma and occasional flirtatious disposition he would exude on stage, that wasn't really Kim. That was WIK.

After his fall out with Chay, it's harder to be WIK, which is a shame. His catapulting fame expects him to be WIK more than ever. However, “Kim” and “WIK” are no longer two sides of the same coin, not like Kim thought they once were. Kim and WIK are two very different people. Every day, it's gets harder and harder to be WIK, especially when both Kim and WIK remember what Kim had done.

He had been so fucking stupid. Why couldn't have he just asked Chay to talk privately when Chay confronted him outside the compound? Expressed why he did what he did? Done anything but admit his wrongs in the worst possible way, leave Chay a crying mess in front of the compound, and fuck up his own heart in the scheme of things? Despite Chay meeting him as WIK, Kim had felt like he could be himself around Chay - or at least the version of himself that Kim strived to be. Chay brought out a side that Kim could actually tolerate, one that wasn't forced. It was a side that felt affection, kindness, and hope, and it had been so easy to be and feel that way when he wasn’t reminded of why he was tutoring Chay in the first place.

He ruined everything. He may be more successful than ever, but he ruined everything.

“Khun K…Wik,” Clyde says, his voice coming out in a grunt as he holds a woman in a hold from behind, “You have another unwanted vis-”

“P’WIK!!!!!!!!"

Kim lets out a sigh and walks over to the woman, bending down slightly to make eye contact with her.

He hates eye contact.

“Thank you for your continued support,” Kim tells her as she struggles in Clyde’s arms, “But this is my home and I need to maintain boundaries for my continued safety-”

“I LOVE YOU, P’WIK!” the woman screeches in his face, trying to drop herself down to the floor. When she succeeds to an extent, she begins kicking at his ankles. Does she expect sudden love and devotion from him if she kicks his ankles?

“I am giving you a chance to go home without further action taken,” Kim tells her calmly, taking one step back, “Leave. Now.”

The woman’s breath is heaving as her kicking legs gradually come to a halt. She looks up at him with tear filled, adoring eyes and lets out a cry.

“I will show you we are soulmates, P’Wik. I swear I will.”

“Again, thank you for your continued support. Go home.”

The woman slowly gets to her feet and promptly launches herself at him. Kim really does not want to fight her. That isn't what he wants as he stands stiffly in her hold. But when she yanks at his hair and gets several stray fingers caught in between her fingers, Kim gives Clyde a nod and she is promptly tased.

“It's the third time she had come by this week,” Clyde says as she lies there in a daze, “She came in telling me you were meant to be together and that you were thinking of proposing soon.”

“What is her name again?” Kim asks, glancing down at her.

“Hom Thepnakorn. I suggest if you don't want to contact your father and have her taken care of the way he would insist on, then you should get a restraining order.”

One is brutal, but swift and can be swept under the rug. The other is a process that will likely attract some level of media attention.

But when Kim looks down at her, it's clear this woman is sick. Not evil, not a murderer. Sick and in need of help.

“Call the police, mention my father’s name if needed,” Kim says to Clyde, “Tell them that a woman who is in need of psychiatric support is at our address. Any other incidents today?”

Clyde lets out a sigh, puts on some gloves, and starts bringing up things from behind the desk, “You have been left three bouquets of flowers, two bras, four pairs of underwear, a jockstrap, a pizza in the shape of a heart, and a very large egg.”

Kim jerks his head back at the sight as Clyde opens the box, “A very large egg?”

Clyde nods Hom, who is still on the floor, “She wanted to give it to you. It doesn't seem to be a bomb.”

Kim looks down at the egg, then picks it up out of the case.

“Khun Wik, we don't know what substances could be on it.”

“Why would you give me an egg?” Kim says, looking down at it. It's green. It's also glowing.

“Will this blow me up?”

Hom blinks, then shakes her head, “Never, P’Wik. You are my soulmate. I would never hurt you or anyone you care about.”

“Hm,” Kim acknowledges, then promptly lets the egg fall to the ground. Clyde lets out shout and takes cover, all while Kim looks down in fascination at the swirling orange, green, purple, and white substance. It swirls around Kim’s feet, never mixing in color, yet is rapidly swirling around him.

“What is this?” Kim asks more directly, entranced and confused by the sight.

He had dropped it in hopes of breaking the woman’s heart. When he broke Chay’s heart, Chay pretty much blocked Kim out of his life. It's Kim's biggest regret and the rare dinners Kim has to go to that Chay also attends are a source of intense pain, but also the one thing Kim looks forwards to. It's pathetic. Kim had thought this woman might banish him out of her life for doing the same. At least it would be wanted.

But that doesn't seem to be the case. Instead of screaming or crying with heartbreak and disappointment, the woman squeals with delight, kicking her feet against the floor as if she is the happiest woman on earth. She crawls over just far enough to release the stray hairs from her fingertips, letting them fall into the swirling circle. Kim can't help but be disturbed by the happy and satisfied glint in her eye, all while Clyde takes on the task of calling the police for the assistance of removing a mentally ill woman. As they wait, the woman just stays on the ground while she watches the swirling liquid with fascination. When Kim tries to step out of the circle that has formed around him, it follows and forms a circle around him once more.

“It's pink!” She shouts, pointing at the circle, “That's exactly what I wanted!”

Kim glances down at the liquid in absolute confusion. If anything, those colors should have mixed into a murky brown or gray. But sure enough, the circle around him is light yet vibrant pastel pink. It only stops and disappears through the floor seconds before the cops arrive.

“You’ll love me soon, P’Wik,” the woman says, smiling brightly as two cops pick her up off the floor, handcuff her, and escort her through the door, “I promise. We will be tied together forever. We’re soulmates, I know it-”

“Come on, ma’am,” one of the cops say, “To the car. You are lucky this man isn't taking further action against you-”

“I LOVE YOU, P’WIK!!!”

Kim makes sure he says nothing in return, focusing on giving his statement on what happened before addressing Clyde directly.

“I'm sorry for the added stress that my…admirers have caused you recently-”

“Khun Kim, with all do respect, she and several others who have stopped by the building are stalkers.”

Kim clears his throat, “I feel like that's a bit harsh-”

“If I may speak out of turn again, it really isn't.”

That's probably fair. On top of that, Clyde is mostly dealing with these visitors independently. Prior to the release of his new album, Kim saw no need to have excess security for the building. Logically, he knows he should have it, considering his job, as well as when he is reminded of whose son he is. But having guards on every corner reminds him of a childhood he didn't want. He sometimes fantasizes of a childhood where his mother lived past Kim's ninth birthday, one where Kinn could pursue music like Kim has, and one where Khun could have stayed popular, charismatic, academically gifted, and safe.

Pa never makes the cut for these fantasies, and they never take place at the compound. The family home Kim often dreams up strangely looks like the one Chay grew up in.

“I will hire a few more guards,” Kim says quietly. He hates the idea of it, but Clyde has been his doorman for a long time, and an employee of his family’s even longer. He was Ma’s guard, so when Kim was required to have at least one guard as a staff in this building, he chose him. He doesn't want him to leave, nor does he want him to get hurt.

“I apologize for the chaos and stress people have brought you,” Kim continues, “I know you didn't sign up for this when you first started here-”

“I signed up to protect you, Khun Kim, which is why I am concerned about the influx of these behaviors coming from various people,” Clyde says, then points at the floor, “We don't even know what that liquid was! I could be a health hazard! It swirled around you, changed colors, then got absorbed by the floorboards! If I thought I was seeing things!”

“It was probably just some…non-newtonian fluid.”

“Lava is a non-newtonian fluid, so is blood. Both can be harmful.”

“And some aren't,” Kim says, “Like ketchup.”

“That was NOT ketchup-”

“I’ve had a long day,” Kim says, walking towards the elevator, “I’ll look into more guards. Make sure the doors are locked tonight before your shift is over. Unless the are a tenant, make sure Red knows not to let anyone in.”

Clyde breathes out, “...Yes, Khun Kim. But if I may make one suggestion.”

Since the elevator hasn't arrived yet, Kim nods his head.

“Go on.”

“Stay at the compound for a while. It's safer there, and you will have more people who can come to your aid if something like this would happen again. Your address has clearly been leaked, and it has been attracting people you frankly don't want to attract. Even if they figure out you are staying with your family, it will be so much safer and you will likely avoid running into any of these stalkers at all-”

“No.”

“Khun Kim-”

“I said no,” Kim says, his voice more stern, “This will pass, Clyde. No one has come here with weapons. The most this woman did was lightly kick at my ankles and pull a few strands of my hair. That's it. I will get you more support staff, and I will even let you take some time off if that's what you need. But I am not moving back there. Ever.”

He could swear that Clyde is grumbling under his breath and rolling his eyes, but Kim isn’t going to call him out on it. He has a right to be frustrated. Kim understands the current situation is annoying.

But it still won't make Kim budge. He doesn't want to be around Pa, and Chay doesn't want to be around him. So he sticks to his decision, gets inside the elevator when it dings, goes to the top floor, and plans for a relaxing night.

It's easier said than done. It's hard to relax during any downtime he has. Silence brings on thinking, and thinking brings on obsessing over Chay. It has been about nine months since everything happened with Tawan. Nine months since Chay figured out who Kim really was.

It fucking hurts. Nine months later, and it still fucking hurts.

When the memories and regrets get to him this much, he has a habit of skipping dinner. He knows it isn't good for him, and he will sometimes find ways to climb his way out of this habit by cooking for himself. But last time he did that, he he squirted a smiley face on his plate with Sriracha sauce and it was a downward emotional spiral from there.

He chooses not to eat tonight, although maybe he should have. By the time he is ready for bed and brushing his teeth, a bout of sudden nausea hits him so intensely that it has him diving in front of the toilet to heave up the little he ate for lunch. It's painful, confusing, and frustrating. He never throws up.

He wonders if he is getting sick. Maybe it's stress from the stalker. Maybe the swirling, non-newtonian fluid omitted some sort of poisonous gas and now he's suffering the consequences.

He's probably overthinking it. Soon enough, he feels better. Slightly sore, but better. He's fine.

And even if he's not, so be it.

However, he can't help but worry slightly when he wakes up just as the sun is rising, feeling queasy again. He tries to push off the nausea for as long as he can until it becomes unbearable and he find himself throwing up in the toilet once more, spitting up a mixture of water and yellow bile.

He ends up not going into the studio. He usually would, but he doesn't have any pressing matters to attend to or any rehearsals scheduled. In fact, his people have been hinting to take advantage of the downtime. They think he has been stressed, and they say that his stress in particular is contagious.

So Kim will stay home today. He wouldn't want his employees and colleagues to catch this bug, or whatever stressful aura he has been giving off.

But when he hears something on the other side of the door, he wonders if he should have gone after all. It sounds like a cat. Maybe it belongs to one of his neighbors. That's the last thing Kim needs to do right now, call around and ask his neighbors who is missing a cat.

Regardless, he gets up and checks anyway. He likes cats, and one feeling stressed out by accidentally finding itself on the top floor isn't something Kim wants until he opens the door, takes in what it actually is, and wishes it were a cat instead.

“Why?” is all Kim asks, staring down at the baby, who is loosely swaddled in a pastel pink blanket, “Seriously. Who are you and why are you here?”

The baby gurgles happily and brings their arms out of the blanket, lifting them upwards. If Kim didn't know any better, he would assume the baby wants to be picked up. But this baby doesn't know him and Kim doesn't know this baby.

“No,” Kim says, then immediately shuts the door, leaving the baby in the hall. He can only keep up with that for about ten seconds before opening the door again, stepping out into the hallway, and begrudgingly lowering himself to the ground. As he looks at the baby, he feels extreme reluctance before reaching over to feel around their blanket.

“Who left you here?” Kim mutters to himself, looking for some kind of clue, “Do you have a tag or anything?

The baby just gurgles happily and lifts their arms again. Kim practically jumps out of his skin when the baby grabs a hold of his pointer finger and just…keeps holding it.

“I need that back,” Kim says stiffly, but lets them hold his finger until they let go on their own accord. Once they do, he calls down to the front desk.

“Have we had any visitors yet today?” Kim asks as soon as Clyde answers the phone.

“No, Khun Kim. It has been quiet so far.”

“I need you to go through the security footage and check,” Kim says, giving the baby a wary glance, “Someone left something outside my door.”

“What?”

“Look at the live feed and see for yourself.”

Kim waits silently as Clyde clicks whatever he needs to click to view Kim’s hallway camera feed. As soon as he does, Clyde clears his throat.

“Is that a baby, Khun Kim?”

“Yes.”

“A living and breathing baby.”

Kim shifts over to peer at the baby’s face, “Seems to be.”

“...I see. I will rewind the footage, see when they were left by your door, and then call the authorities. If you would like to bring them down, they can just pick the baby up out front.”

Kim really doesn't want to pick this baby up. But he would rather not invite people he doesn't know up to his floor, so he supposes he will suck it up and do it.

“You didn't take any breaks that would have left the front desk unoccupied?” Kim asks, holding the cellphone in the crook of his neck as he hesitantly and carefully lifts the baby into his arms.

“Of course not. Not with what happened yesterday.”

“What about our tenants? Are there any new parents?”

“No, Khun Kim. I am just as confused by this as you are. But I will make sure the child is handed over to the proper channels swiftly.”

“Good,” Kim mutters, staring down at the baby as he hangs up the phone. When he steps into the elevator, he sees the hint of a white piece of paper, nestled between the pink fabric and the baby’s stomach. Kim reaches in to grab it, then unfolds it with one hand.

Meet our beautiful love child.

You are my soulmate, P’Wik.

This proves it.

May our baby girl tie us together forever.

Love, Hom.

Only a part of Kim takes in the fact the letter is written in blood.

…This morning is stupid. All he wanted was a sick day.

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[lifeisaboutbeeltits]

( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★ Serendipitously ★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

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✎Character: Neutral gender MC (GN!MC), Simeon Obey Me!

All character and picture belong to: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

🎂 Happy Birthday my malewife angel :D. One shot for you

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"MC, what is that thing you're holding?"

Simeon comes behind you and points at your diary. You're panicked and close the book instantly. "No, it's nothing!"

Simeon innocently just staring at you, "Oh, okay then"

"But, Simeon... What brings you here? ... What is that thing you're holding?" You're curiously looking at the handsome angel that sits in your window

No human in this world would expect a night where they're visited by an angel who brings bedtime stories. But Simeon, being an unexpected angel, does it. He is just laughing at your question, he scratched his ear awkwardly.

"It's actually... Luke's book. I just want to say "Good night" to you. I know I can text or call you, but... I want to say it directly... So... I came here... And forgot that I promised Luke to read one of his favorite stories"

You can't help but laugh at it, how come? Simeon always strikes you as a composed man, and now he's coming rushing to you just to say good night, and accidentally brings his son's book?

"Well then," you said. "You gonna read me a story now? Should I wash my feet first and come to bed, papa?"

"MC...." Simeon hid under his hand, it's so fun to tease him like this.

"Okay, fine. But since you're here, you can't just go off to Purgatory Hall now." You throw your eyes to House of Lamentation's garden, the only visible place in the middle of the dark night, "Wanna take a stroll?" Simeon nodded.

You both walked side by side, to avoid uneasiness, you both talk about the trivia. But in the end, Simeon just telling you a story from Luke's book he holds.

"... So the mama bear told them "It's time to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long adventure" and the babies fell asleep. Such a simple story, don't you think?"

"But, Simeon... Ain't we comin' here so you can escape my tease?"

"Eh, that's right - WAIT, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT-"

Oh, this clumsy angel~

You both sit down at the garden bench, letting the cold night air come and go. Yet, Simeon ear is still red.

"Aren't you cold, Simeon?"

"Y-Yeah, I do. But I can handle it, how about you?"

Seeing you shivering, Simeon's eyes widened a bit. He has nothing in his hand, so he hugs you.

"S-Simeon…?"

"Ops, sorry. You look cold, so I reflexively hug you"

His wide chest felt so warm, his arm holds you tightly, makes you feel comfortable to lean on.

"Simeon... Why did you being so clumsy today? I mean, I don't mind but... That's just strange, you even come to just to say good night to me"

"Uh... It's a secret"

You turned and looked into his eyes, "Hey, no secret between us"

"But it's... WAH-" Simeon jolted when you raise your arm. Your finger searching for his ticklish place.

"Wahahaha! No! MC, please!"

"Say it or no stop for it!

"Waaaah! No, please....!"

You continue to tickle him until you both fall from the garden bench.

"Oh MC, AHAHAHHA! No, please! I just want you to be the first to say "Happy birthday" for me! AHAHAHAHahaha..."

Now it's your turn to have red ears.

The night air being more cold and cold as the time pass by, but it's the heat who's brushing towards you two

"Uhm..."

"...."

"Sorry, I slipped up. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

Yeah, tomorrow is his birthday, but...

"Well, if you want it so bad, you can ask me tomorrow, no?"

"...Yeah, sorry. I don't mean to bother. Sorry for being so selfish and careless..."

The clock at House of Lamentation faintly tolling. 12 times, but the angel in front of you is busy burying his face behind his hand.

Simeon peeking through his finger, seeing your face just as blushed as himself. He raises his head and hugs you again.

"...MC, it's midnight already... Would you... Wish me the happy birthday...?"

He looked into your eyes with a spark of hope, as if he's ready to cry if you say no. Well, as if you would refuse him in the first place

"Happy birthday, Simeon. I wish you the best for this year. But I personally gonna wish you to be more clumsy"

" ! "

"Heheh, you're far more cute this way"

Now he's ready to dig a hole.

"Ah, uhm.... O-okay... If that's what you want... Thank you, MC"

He averts his gaze from you. You know for sure he's already trying to search for another topic.

"Ah, MC. Look, the moon is beautiful tonight"

"Now, did you just accidentally confess your love for me...?"

"Huh...? Oh! Hehehe, I just remember that was a way human confess their love to each other..."

"Oh, Simeon!"

You two burst out laughing.

Simeon still locks his eyes to yours, a calm gaze, his composed eyes. He's just smiling brightly, there's no voice coming out of his mouth. You're amazed by his tender expression.

"But that one was on purpose though"

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[t-lostinworlds]

so, i'm actually one scene (like the actual ending) away from finishing this fic???? it's currently at what ..... 27k words rn so it shouldn't take too long to edit and proofread

[nowendil]

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[thompsborn]

i want hb peter to go to therapy So Bad

for his sake, of course, and the sake of his relationships moving forward—but also because it would be so fucking fun to write holy shit

[comradecowplant]

LMAO after all the backlash, the Pretty Little Liars reboot retconned Imogen giving her baby to Aria & Groomer 🤣 #bullyingworks

[n7punk]

Congrats on 100 ao3 posts! I’m always curious when writers have so many posts which works caused them the most stress and then which ones were weirdly easy to complete.

You always have such compelling stories, I wonder which ones just wrote themselves vs which ones had you scrambling for ideas haha!

thank you! i've been so focused on my recent goal i didnt even realize what an achievement that was lol. im getting closer to my goal of becoming 1% of all catradora fics XD just 12 more. the problem with that goal is the number of catradora fics is always increasing and its a lot to keep up with + overtake lol. i want to be insane and do it, though. I'd really be interested to know how I stack up as far as most prolific catradora authors go because i think i'd be pretty high up there, especially in word count (versus fic count, since i tend to do long fics). i'd bet im top ten in terms of word count actually, maybe all the way to top lol (currently at over 2.1 million words). i dont think there's any way to actually determine that though lmao it's just something i wonder about

and to be quite honest: at 100, i have no idea what the answer is to that usually i know most, if not all, of the planned fic by the time i start/am done with the first chapter, and then additional ideas pop up throughout (which is helpful, because they help me maintain momentum). in recent memory, i think selling a dream was actually the fic i had the biggest problems with getting done just because my executive dysfunction was so bad at that time, which also made it take ages, which then made it harder in a cycle. from an 'ideas' stand point... well, i only have one unfinished fanfiction (aside from the one i just started, i mean), so you can guess lol. the ones for this year have mostly came to me really fast. superzero is the only one i had a little stalling on, but that was mostly because it was so fucking long.

[altruistic-meme]

we may be feeling brain power?? just a smidgen??? shall we attempt to take control of it for a moment???

[victorluvsalice]

And since I already knew the pets needed a vet visit, it was off to Brindleton Bay and the Pawspital to get Kelly looked at! The vet was already pretty busy when they arrived, though only one technician was available -- the other was busy napping on the couch in the waiting room. XD Hey, being a vet is tiring work sometimes! Alice signed Kelly in for a check-up, and she and Victor decided to be adorable and slow-dance in the waiting room while the available tech brought Kelly to the examination room. :) I waited with bated breath for the diagnosis, wondering what it would be --

Nothing. According to the vet tech, Kelly was perfectly fine. O.o I thought "okay, maybe it WAS hairballs" and had them give her a preventative shot against future illness, while Alice bought a bunch of vet treats against same. I then thought, "well, I've been meaning to have this pair spayed anyway, might as well do it while I'm -- huh. Why is Shadow the only one who can be spayed? I thought for sure Kelly needed to be spayed as well..."

Those of you quicker on the uptake than I was have probably already figured out what was going on with Kelly now. *facepalm* But I was still living in blissful ignorance, so I signed Shadow up for her spay, then had Alice give Kelly a treat for being a good girl at the vet (as she had not seen the cat climb up on the counter with all the vet tools when the tech left her alone to go say hi to Shadow XD). She and Victor hung out chatting in the waiting room for a bit while Shadow got spayed, then Victor went to praise the poor cone-headed dog for being a good girl once she was out. Because you can't give treats to pets with cones, apparently -- how sad. :( At least she still knows she's loved!

Oh, and what was Smiler doing all this time? Collectible-hunting! I was TRYING to find frog logs in particular to see if I could scare up a spotted dirt frog, but no dice. So instead Smiler cracked open a few fossil rocks (one repeat of the fossilized udder, and one new one of a "perfectly preserved mustache," nice) and went fishing, grabbing a guppy and a tambaqui. They flew back to the Pawspital just as the pets were wrapping up, in time to fill the pet food auto-feeder because SOMEONE had to do it.

However, with the pets all sorted as much as possible, I figured Shadow and Kelly would like to recuperate from their experience at the vet someplace much nicer than this...

[thebearchives]

its about to hit 1:30 am, i've hit the 1.5k mark (ALL IN ONE SITTING!!!) and i've planned out a good 750 words worth of content

[theroseempress]

summer - for the document word search ask

This took quite a bit of searching, but after much labour, I have obtained a summer! Hurrah! Thank you for the ask!

The air tasted like rain, and a wind was blowing. Not strong, but it tasted like rain and mud and grass and trees and- And the grass was that stupid summer brown-yellow-green, and it looked like someone might have cut it a year ago, and the trees swayed distantly in the wind, and overhead the clouds shifted grey-black-blue-white-grey-again, and the whirr-whirr of the helicopter they were heading towards was sound, and- and oh dear lord Shalom could breathe again, even though his lungs felt like they were being crushed under the new sticky warmth of the air, and he could hear and see, and even though his head felt like someone was driving a stake into it with all the new input, Shalom would have died before he was going to try and block any of it out, because he was finally free again.

[safyresky]

Some fun things while running through Frostmas Year Two! First off, I'm so glad it's not as bad off as CS was! It's holding up well--I've had little edits to make and that's it! No huge rewrites!! Mainly there's been some expanded dialogue and rephrasing of awkward sentences and fixing the voice so that it's ALWAYS Jacqueline narrating, so that's been fun. Anyway! I learnt two things while working on Y2 today!

the source wouldn't block magibeans from swearing on paper, which bot Jacquie and I just realized. Needless to say, she's gone full potty mouth now lol. I did think it;d be funny if every time you wrote FUCK the source used the magic in the air to change it to FROST but nah, i think that in Frostmas of all things, Jacqueline should be allowed to swear!

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[niennanir]

Listen to your elders

So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.

So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.

But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?

In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.

Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download

Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 

No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.

Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife

You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.

Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:

use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.

Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.

Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.

You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.

Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour

In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock

Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)

Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.

Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine

Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.

Voila:

I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.

The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.

If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 

[stollenwurm-writes]

A mix between a tumblr prompt and a deleted scene of sorts from Ship of Theseus. I originally wrote this fic as a stand-alone, but found myself leaning to Ship of Theseus's general timeline. But I opted to leave the scene out, as I didn't find the tonal pitch of the scene to match the rest of the fic, and I felt the circumstances were a bit of a stretch for a fic that I was trying to keep as believable as possible for typical KH canon. However, the themes and intent are very much the same. :) Absolutely can be read as a one-shot, however, as there are no references to any other scenes from other fics (since it was originally just a prompt-writing), and was meant to be an isolated moment anyway.