#its also a written rule. not anything inherent to their magic or biology. which. the rules are a whole ass thing.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

So Max is old. Downright ancient even. He's one of the only Fae from the war era (Fae vs Emerald Knights) that's still alive. And he kinda predates a lot of rules. And frankly, the current court system as a whole.

So Max isn't sealed.

And he kinda accidentally skipped out on a lot of rules because he wasn't sealed. (A lot of rules don't apply to younglings aka the unsealed and the assumption is that all mature Fae are sealed. So Max is allowed to do a lot of stuff that other Fae can't, like exist in human spaces, touch iron, cross salt lines and running water, ect)

As for emotions, Max has base level Fae emotions which means he is emotionally constipated at all times. But also he was tricked into a deal (a deal I won't get into right now for spoiler reasons) that curses him with the ability to love as a human would. So he's very closed off. Walls all the way up. Because emotions make you weak and sad.

(^ good fucking luck with that one old man LMAO)

BRO. @ftl-faster-than-life this is beautiful. I love it so much.

I was literally nailing down the timeline for this au and I think it's pretty solid and then yOU HIT ME WITH THIS?! THIS IS SPECTACULAR. WHAT THE FUCK.

Oh my god their ears are so perfect. Wally's little baby ears are literally so cute. And the matching hats 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I'm going insane I love this so much

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

questions about my fics

Thanks to the anon who sent me the following questions to answer from ibuzoo.tumblr.com/post/145298642692

I said I’d post them on the weekend…but clearly I did not do that. But here are my answers now!

favorite AU to write?

I like a/b/o AUs. I think they’re a really interesting dynamic to explore.  A lot of a/b/o works you read, both the alpha and omega are slaves to their biological urges, and the omega has no choice about who they’re going to bond with, but it all works out okay because the alpha (underneath all that growliness) turns out to be a sweet marshmallow.

I love those sort of a/b/o fics, but that’s not the kind of a/b/o I write. Because of course my brain has to take the lack of agency inherent in the a/b/o dynamicto its logical conclusion: if the omega has no choice who they bond with, what happens when the alpha is a monster? That’s pretty much how More than Biology came about. There is no redeemable alpha in that story. (Heed the warnings!)

I played around with that lack of agency idea again in The Rule of Three, which is a Stetopher. This one has a much happier conclusion, but I again focused a lot on the fact that omegas have no real agency. It’s a fascinating subject to me, and I like to use it to draw a lot of parallels between omegas and women in the real world. It’s no coincidence that prejudice in the a/b/o verse is often displayed by reducing omegas to breeders, right? Where have we seen that before? 

I don’t think I’ve been able to write a fluffy a/b/o yet, to be honest, but I do love reading them. Wait! No! I wrote Bad Omega! That’s as fluffy as it gets for me. 

I actually love reading coffee shop AUs, but I’ve never written one because although I once briefly worked in a coffee shop, I hated it. Coffee shops in AUs are always so warm and welcoming. The coffee shop I worked in was awful.

favorite scene you’ve ever written?

Oh, that’s incredibly hard to answer! There’s a flashback scene in Promise You’ll Look After Him where the Sheriff is woken up by little Stiles to play Lego, that for some reason I just really love. Just a tiny little slice of John’s life. This is it here:

“Daddy?”

A pair of chubby fingers are, yep, they’re attempting to lever your eyelids open. You pull your head back before he blinds you, and grab his wrist gently. “Whoa there, kiddo.”

“You’re awake!” Stiles beams.

“Yes.” You blink blearily at the clock. It’s one p.m. You finished work at eight a.m. Damn graveyard shifts. “I’m awake, Stiles. Where’s your mom?”

“She’s talking to Mrs. Daniels on the phone.”

“Uh huh.” You stretch. “And where does she think you are?”

“Eating my lunch.” He shoves his other hand in your face. It’s full of a peanut butter sandwich. “Want some?”

You open your mouth to refuse, which is apparently a tactical error, because he’s jamming the sandwich in.

“Can we play now?”

You need at least another few hours sleep, and as soon as you finish choking on this sandwich, that’s what you’re going to tell him. Except that’s when you catch the expression on his face: his big dark eyes are wide with desperate hope, and you can’t actually remember the last time you just spend a few hours playing with your five-year-old son.

“Lego?” you clarify, and his whole face lights up.

“Yeah! Yeah, Daddy! We’re gonna play Lego!”

His triumphant crowing brings Claudia running.

“Mommy! Me and Daddy are gonna play Lego!” He barrels down the hallway toward his bedroom, and his toy box.

“Oh, John, I’m so sorry!”

You haul yourself upright, and brush sandwich crumbs off your shirt. “It’s okay. I’ll get a few hours in later.” You smile up at her. “Want to play Lego with us?”

Claudia pretends to consider it for a moment. “Can I be Batman?”

“Could be a deal breaker,” you warn her, and raise your voice. “Stiles, your mom wants to be Batman. Is that okay?”

There’s silence from the end of the hall, and you and Claudia try not to laugh.

This is serious fucking business.

“Okay,” Stiles calls back at last. “But just this once!”

“I’m Batman,” Claudia tells you, reaching down to pull you to your feet, then lowers her voice to a growl. “I’m Batman.”

“This is where he gets it,” you tell her, letting her drag you down toward Stiles’s room. “All the craziness.”

“All the awesomeness,” she counters.

“Yeah.” You poke her in the ribs until she squeals. “That too.”

 favorite line you’ve ever written?

This is another really hard one to answer. Sometimes, like in The Light in the Woods, I’m trying for a more lyrical or poetic quality. But interesting lines can turn up in any story. I actually got a few comments on this line from Little Wild Animal, where Derek starts off wondering if he and John will ever find common ground, before he realizes they already have it:

It’s enough to build on. It’s more than enough. Stiles is the most important thing in Derek’s life, and he’s the most important thing in John’s as well. Derek and John might be from different worlds, but they’re both circling the same sun.

Sooner or later, they’ll fall into alignment.

Or possibly “Meow, motherfucker” from Little Shit Kitty.

story you’re most proud of?

Am I a horrible person if I say There Are No Wolves in California? Because that makes everyone cry!

Actually, I think I might be most proud of I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek. I wrote that because a friend wanted a Sterek + Magically Appearing Baby story without the baby vanishing again at the end. OF course my solution to that also makes pretty much every cry but… I’d been writing a few Sterek fics, but IKWBCFD was probably the first big one? I still wasn’t on Tumblr then and I have no idea where and how it picked up traction, but all of a sudden it was getting so many hits.

These days it’s neck and neck with Little Wild Animal.

share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

Ha! I don’t work with synopses. I start with an inciting incident, have a vague idea of how things are going to end up, and just pants my way through the entire thing. I think my next story will be Steter though. Peter kidnaps emissary Stiles. Shenanigans ensue! And I have no idea about anything beyond that.