#jazzythursday

[i-can-read-to-him]

The Wesper Fic Club's Author Spotlight is a post series that aims to feature two to three fic authors a month, randomly selected from a pool of names put forth on our server. The authors are then asked to answer three interview questions, select up to five of their fics for us to feature, and finally, recommend three fics by others in the fandom.

(Note: Our spotlighted fics are not limited to Wesper, though they tend to be a central pairing in most of our authors' featured works.)

This week, we are putting a spotlight on Jazzy's writing!

Socials: @jazzythursday (Tumblr) | Jazzythursday (AO3)

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Part One: Author Interview

Q: What do you consider your strengths as a writer?

A: I love writing dialogue, and I take a lot of pride in being able to create scenes where there are authentic conversations happening. For me that goes hand in hand with good characterisation, which I try really hard to stay true to. Nailing a character’s voice, their gestures, the way they think and overall spirit and being able to make it come through on the page is probably the thing that I’m always trying the hardest to do, and I’m really proud when I’m able to pull it off. I also would like to think I’m good at incorporating metaphor and poetic imagery into my writing. 

Q: Who is your favourite character? What do you love about them?

A: It’s not really a secret that my favourite character is Wylan. I started watching SAB already knowing that I’d love him from spoilers I saw online, but I really couldn’t have predicted how much he’d come to mean to me.  I tend to fixate on characters I see myself in, that I can relate to and also find aspirational, and so much of Wylan’s character speaks to me in that way. He’s anxious and scared most of the time, unsure of where he fits in or how to act, which is honestly how I feel most of the time too. One of my favourite things that I think sometimes gets overlooked about him is his bravery. To me, Wylan is the embodiment of the phrase “do it scared”. Even with everything he struggles with, he always tries, and that’s something I’ve been trying to take with me in my own life. I think of him a lot when I’m trying to hype myself up for things I don’t feel equipped for. I also really love Wylan’s kindness—the way he refuses to let his experiences make him cruel or stop seeing how much beauty there is in the world. He sees so much in his environment and the people around him. He has so much compassion, and even though it makes him vulnerable, I think there’s so much strength in him choosing to often lead with it instead of hiding it away. 

Q: Have you had a chance to interact with the SAB cast? Tell us about your experience(s). 

A: I have had too many experiences with them to properly articulate. I was able to go to multiple conventions this year where the cast were guests, as well as see Next to Normal in London and meet Jack at stagedoor. Meeting Jack is always surreal. They really are such a lovely human. The one moment that sticks out to me the most is when I got soc and ck signed at Into The Fold. I remember I’d gotten to meet him briefly before that but not been able to talk much because of nerves, so I had planned and written down this whole Thing I wanted to say about how much he inspires me as a performer and as someone who is studying musical theatre. He was really kind about it, and seemed genuinely excited to talk about theatre for a bit. Then at the end after he’d signed the books I blanked out mentally and said something like “ah—words, yes, those are— those are a thing… and I can use them… correctly… :)” and he was just nodding supportively (and I think trying not to laugh) saying “Mhm. Yeah, they are :)”  At MagicCon a few weeks ago I managed to give him a blue butterfly as well (not a real one. I have fake plastic sparkly ones on clips) which I’ve been wanting to do since Into The Fold. I started carrying them around with me as part of my Wylan cosplay, and have recently started keeping one on me whenever I feel like I need some extra luck. I don’t know if they really are lucky or not, but they feel lucky to me. 

Q: What are some recurring themes you’ve noticed in your writing? 

A: I place a lot of weight on feelings over plot, so a lot of my fics centre on an emotional journey of some kind, i.e: a character feeling displaced, and then more secure by the end; a character experiencing something awful, and having to deal with carrying on in the aftermath—Coping and trauma both come up a lot, because I find that fascinating and cathartic to write. It’s one of the things I wonder about the most: How does this character cope with their trauma? How do they feel about it and what makes their days easier? What makes them harder? Who do they lean on for support? Wesper calls to me as a ship so much because a major function of their relationship is how they help and support each other without judgement. Nurodivergence also comes up a lot. There’s a section I go back to a lot in Every Day, Just a Little or a Little Bit that goes into detail about Jesper’s adhd and how Wylan both relates and doesn’t relate to it through his own experience with dyslexia and autism. 

Q: What is one of your favourite scenes from the source material (book or show)?

A: I love all the wesper scenes in the book, so that’s just too hard to even begin to narrow down. As for the show, I looooove the wesper scene at the end of episode 4. It’s so beautifully well done. They have a very honest conversation, which is rare to see in this type of media. Wylan talks to Jesper candidly about the reasons why he left and how he felt, and Jesper sees that honestly and gives it back to him by sharing his own feelings. They’re both so vulnerable with each other and not used to that kind of honesty, and they treat that with more gentleness than I usually expect from shows—and I love that that’s the catalyst for their kiss.  I genuinely believe it’s one of the best scenes I’ve ever seen. From an acting perspective, Kit and Jack are perfect, and the music and cinematography just adds so much romance and significance that it really stands out as a Big Moment™. On the soundtrack, the song that plays under the scene is called The Night We Met, and it does a really great job of heightening the emotions in it. In the beginning, Wylan and Jesper are feeling each other out, not quite sure of where they stand, and so the score starts with only singular notes on the harp. The more the conversation progresses, closer they get to each other, the more music we hear. I don’t know if it’s strings or wind instruments (I can’t tell by ear), but the chords are held out, which creates this feeling of waiting and suspense—you want the song to go somewhere, to relieve that tension, and it does. Violin gets added slowly at first, soft with hope as they approach understanding, and then only once Wylan and Jesper kiss do we hear the music really take off. The tempo, the energy, it all swells with excitement. It really just takes my breath away, honestly. The violin is sometimes considered the closest instrument to the human voice, which feels very poignant for the instrument that takes over in this moment. They aren't talking anymore, but they are still communicating—physically, with their eyes and with their bodies, the kissing is a conversation—it reminds me of how in musical theatre it’s said that the songs start when the character’s emotions are too big for simply speaking them, and so they sing. That’s what the violin is doing at the end of the scene, it’s singing for them in a moment where emotions are too big for words.  I didn’t mean to write that much for this question, but there it is. 😅 I also love their scene the next morning because it’s soft and domestic, but I’ll leave it at that for now, otherwise this would be a 10 page essay about all of their scenes in the books and the show instead of an author spotlight.

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Part Two: Selected Works

Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit

Teen | 42.8K | Post-Season/Series 02, Character Study, Van Eck Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Wylan keeps waiting for it all to go wrong. Ever since that first night, after they beat Pekka Rollins, ever since the night after that, when it wasn’t over. Every morning since, when it still wasn’t. Happiness isn’t reliable. Peace is not permanent. People do not stay. This is what Wylan knows; it’s the only proven hypothesis he has any reason to trust. And every day, he wonders how long he has left before everything good that’s happened over the last month is inevitably whisked away. Or: the scenic route to the Van Eck reveal. Wylan Van Eck, in the months following the Crow’s return to Ketterdam. Struggling with his past, relearning love in its many forms, and worrying an awful lot about how to keep it.

Cutting Loses

Teen And Up | 1.2K | Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Light Angst, Pre-Season/Series 02

Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go. Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.

No Right Way for the Blue or Black Days

Teen And Up | 4K | Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jesper Fahey's Gambling Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Wylan wakes up alone. He knows, immediately, that something is wrong. The only disturbance of the covers has been made by himself; the other side of the bed is untouched, except for where his hand had landed on Jesper's pillow during the night. The rest is left unruffled and empty. He hadn’t come back. Jesper has a run in with some debt collectors after a solo job, and comes back to the Slat bruised, bloody, embarrassed and, despite all insistence to the contrary, not fine. Neither of them take it well.

I Need to Leave (Please Stay)

Teen And Up | 1.6K | Wylan Van Eck-centric, Pre-Canon, First Meetings, Getting Together, Light Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, exploration of trauma

People leave, it is a theory proven time and time again. Tried and tested and true. People leave, so Wylan always, always leaves first. It’s the better way, the only way, to keep on with whatever semblance of life he’s living. In which Wylan struggles through his first year in the Barrel, and tests a theory which garners surprising results.

Heart Of The Country

Teen And Up | 24.1K | Slice of Life, Character Study, Post-Book 2: Crooked Kingdom

It’s a funny thought: the house beside the old jurda farm as home. It isn’t, really. It hasn’t been for a long, long time. Home became, at some point, his room above the Crow Club, where he could hear Kaz pacing around his office at night above him and the rowdy, boisterous noise from the club below. Home became his and Wylan’s shared room at the Slat. The one with the paint chipped walls and the leaky pipes and the brassy, artless key Wylan still wears around his neck, long after they’ve moved out. And after, slowly but surely, it became the Van Eck mansion; all the towered ceilings and too many rooms of it. But the farm will always be home to him too, he supposes. The way the place you grew up will always be. Or, a series of happenings at the Fahey family farm, one year post-Crooked Kingdom.

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Part Three: Author's Recs

out of the forest (into a home)

Mature | 89.2K | Alternate Universe - Daemons, Alternate Universe - Laundromat, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - College/University, Social Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

The first time they meet, it’s closing in on five thirty in the morning, and Wylan is elbow-deep in the back of one of the washing machines trying to repair a leaky inlet hose. The door buzzes, signalling the arrival of a customer. “Hey,” someone says in a rich baritone. “Can I get some change?” --- Wylan is adrift in the city; Jesper and the rest of the Crows take him in.

counterclockwise

Mature | 12.1K | Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon 

“Wylan?” Jesper asked, uncertain. There was so much trust wrapped into his name, and all Wylan could taste was fear without courage. He couldn’t breathe. “What did you do?” -------------- Or, the one in which Wylan’s never defused an explosive before, Jesper prepares for a mercher ball, and Kaz and Inej snag an invitation.

Forgiveness of Debts

Teen And Up | 35.3 | Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Wylan Van Eck Whump, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

They lie on the edge of the roof, watching the guests arrive at the Ice Court, dignitaries, performers, the workers from the West Stave houses. In the midst of the glittering crowds one group stands out, a blot of darkness among the gaudy frocks and suits. Inej inhales sharply. She’s looking down at the man in the centre of the group, whose reddish hair is going sparse on top. “Isn’t that–” Beside Jesper, Wylan stills, his body a tense line. “Van Eck,” Kaz confirms. His face turns grimmer than usual.  Wylan’s secret is revealed at the worst time, and in the worst way. Everything afterwards happens a little differently.

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[jackwolfes]

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!! thanks friend! im doing some weird horny vampire shit again [🌹?]

His deceptively strong legs straddle Wylan's hips. The pulsing ache he'd been building up before this interruption is back in full force, and there is no way Jesper can't tell that the merchling laying vulnerable on the bed below him is throbbing in his sleep trousers. 

Wylan wets his lips. “You have no patience, do you?” 

Jesper grins. “Not usually.” 

[sparrowmoth]

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@jazzythursday Thank you, my dear! 💖 Here's a spoiler-free sneak peek of hold me like a knife, Chapter Three....

Wylan can’t find it in him to scream anymore. His head is throbbing, his heart hurts. He just listens, stares at nothing, hot tears streaming down his face. He blinks only sporadically, outside of his control— He hasn’t wanted to die. Not really. Not since he met Jesper.

[crowpricorn]

Hello! 💞 🧠 ✅ for the ask game <3

thank you!! 💗

questions

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I would say Jesper, because through him I see so many things of myself and writing fics through his eyes helps/helped me a lot (& he is also my favorite crow) BUT if we have to base it on just comfort. wylan! there's something steady and profound and calming about his character (together with the fierceness, the courage, the sparks) that make me feel safe [speaking in terms of comfort character *to write*]

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

very random but Kaz has a sweet tooth! that's my hc of the day. we know already that as a child he would be super excited about good food / hot chocolate (he and jordie usually bought and shared one, until the day they got two, one each!) so I think he has a sweet tooth that he has been suppressing but maybe will resurface in an idealistic future peaceful life with Inej. I also see him cooking a lot (I have this cottagecore-ish image of Kaz, apron on, baking pancakes in the morning, watching inej train in their backyard, that is just so precious to me! he reclaims his farm life! he is happy!)

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

apparently, the latest trend according to my gf is stuff like "all the more" and "hope against hope", and (love) bites (that literally flood my latest fic)

[astrhae]

Hello! I’m late to finding out that you wrote the Anastasia/ tangled au that’s been LIVING in my head for WEEKS, and I just want to say it’s one of the most beautifully written things I’ve ever read and just… I adore everything about the phrasing and the imagery and the way all the references fit together and literally everything about it and that I’m so happy to hear you’re writing chapter three <3

akskdskdsk hi hello!! i'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so much 💙 --- i've been listening to the broadway anastasia soundtrack again and feeling so many things about wylan and the lyrics: halfway between where I've been, and where I'm going // In between wondering why, and finally knowing

it sums up so much about wylan and there's so much to unpack there, and i have almost all the dialogue written for the third chapter, but here's a little snippet for you :)

Wylan tilted his head. “You believe in Saints?” “I don’t believe in Ghezen,” Jesper shrugged. He wasn’t sure he believed in blessings either, but it felt like running in circles: everywhere he tried to run, the memory of the Prince was there, haunting, taunting. “That wasn’t what I asked,” Wylan said, stubborn. The lessons had paid off – Wylan did sound like a Prince. But Jesper had never been good at listening to Princes. Shaking his head, he picked up his hat again and put it on, letting one side drag down more than the other, more than was fair. “Lesson thirteen, princeling,” he replied, “we don’t always get what we ask for.”

[dearmrsawyer]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

oh hello!!! right let me think, okay here's 5 of my most listened to aka favs:

through the dark - one direction

below my feet - mumford & sons

fairytale - sara bareilles

the optimist - bennie james (a local artist from my uni days who disappeared off the map but i still have the songs he released at the time)

soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos

[funnyao3]

“He’s the one that wanted it blown up,” Jesper says. 

“Maybe don’t mention that in front of him,” Nina hastens. “Wylan’s the one who blew it up.”

“Hey, Kaz paid me to blow it up.”

“Does that look like a rational Kaz to you?” Jesper asks, gesturing. 

Wylan looks over at where Kaz is standing in a puddle of water, glaring at it like he can intimidate it into evaporating on the spot. 

“Um…”

--Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit by Jazzythursday

[nerdlingmerchling]

Wip Wednesday

I've been tagged by the lovely @hotpinkmurex last week. Better late than never, so here's a bit from the wesper-kid-fic I'm working on.

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“Wow!” Jesper exclaimed, ruffling the little boy's hair. “You've already finished eating everything on your plate!” 

Perched on his highchair by Jesper's side, the toddler nodded with pride as he chewed on his last cube of honeydew melon. 

“Do you want more fruits?” Wylan offered. 

“Yes.” 

“Which kind?” 

“The -awbeyies.” 

Marya was the one sitting closest to the bowl of freshly cut strawberries. She reached for it and used her spoon to drop four pieces on her grandson's plate. “There you go, little gem.” 

“What do we say to Nanna?” Wylan reminded him.

“Thank you, Nanna.”  

Before Wylan could congratulate his child on a politeness lesson well learned, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the entrance hall, all the way to the sunroom. 

Jesper sprung up on his feet, and he stopped the butler before the stern-faced man could even take a step toward the mansion’s main door. “It’s fine, Luther. I’ll get it.” Jesper was always restless during meals and would take the first opportunity to go stretch his legs.  Wylan had stopped trying to combat that habit several years ago. He just assumed table manners didn't apply to his husband. 

“Dada!?”  the toddler exclaimed, a tinge of distress in his voice, contorting in his chair with a whine, as he tried to see where his father had gone. 

“Dada's gone to answer the door, treasure. He'll be back soon,” Wylan reassured his son and then pointed at the pieces of fruit in front of him. “Why don't you eat your strawberries in the meantime, huh?” 

The little boy looked down at the food, wary now, as if his father’s sudden absence had turned the berries into something vaguely ominous. 

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I'm tagging @sleepyzenpanda, @i-can-read-to-him, @linane-art, @jazzythursday, @sissytobitch10seconds, @stormkpr (no obligation of any kind)

Also tagging @shit-people-probably-didnt-say. I dunno if you write fics, but you're the main reason why I decided to write a wesper kid-fic in the first place ;)

[jazzythursday]

He wakes up to Wylan tapping silent melodies against the ridges of his ribs, over the apex of his heart.

“Are you composing on me again?” Jesper asks groggily, in lieu of good morning. He cracks one eye open, squinting against the shock of early light. Wylan just hums distractedly in vague affirmation. It has a sweet, melodic tone to it that Jesper would bet a not insignificant amount of kruge on being in the key of whatever song Wylan is still playing on his torso.

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any canon recs that take place between the bus and the body swap? Like at crowleys apartment?

You mean the very well known and popular #the night at crowley's flat trope? Yes, we even have a tag! Here are some more...

Last Night on Earth by effywho (T)

"There was a swell of water in the bath as Crowley lowered himself in the opposite end of the tub. Their eyes met as their legs brushed. Crowley reddened. “You know,” he said, “sometimes I feel like we’ve been playing a game of chicken for 6000 years, and you’re winning.”

Crowley and Aziraphale face their uncertain future, and their changing relationship. Also midnight snacks.

Crossfire by NuriaSchnee (M)

In which a shower can solve 6000 years of secrets and misunderstandings.

Or:

Aziraphale finally breaks down at Crowley's flat and Crowley takes care of him.

a drink sounds lovely by oops_witchcraft (M)

No, It's past time. He told himself. With resolve, he reached out again, and grabbed the demon’s hand. Crowley’s calm exterior fell and he looked up in confusion, his body rigid.

“Aziraphale, what-”

“I love you, Crowley.”

Okay, so not exactly subtle, but it was a start.

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That deleted "night at Crowley's flat” scene, but they watch The Sound of Music.

The Devil in Your Eyes by Luinlothana (T)

After the world did not end, Aziraphale and Crowley return to Crowley's flat to figure out what to do next. It's harder than it seems but each of them tries their best to protect the other. If only they could make sense of the last prophecy...

Beware the Listening Darkness by Most_Loved_Tragedy (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley have survived Armageddon and now need to find a way to survive their upcoming trials. While focusing on that danger and the joy of confessing and physically showing their love for one another, they miss another danger entirely.

The Whole World And You by Jazzythursday (G)

It's far closer than they usually sit. No longer a row between them, a couch away, on opposite sides of a bench. They’re pressed side by side now, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it could be, maybe it always has. Like this, he can feel all the peaks and valleys of the demon’s lithe frame flush against his softer one. Even on the uncomfortable seats, he can’t help but think they fit together remarkably well.

He looks down and Crowley’s hand is still curled around his wrist. In a moment of bravery, he moves his own up and laces their fingers, pressing their palms together. Those, he’s happy to find, fit together remarkably well too.

Or: 6000 years and a night in a Mayfair flat, after the world doesn’t end.

- Mod D

[aphroditestummyrolls]

WIP Wednesday SATURDAY

Tagged by the lovely @jazzythursday here’s some catstarion ❤️

Halsin’s golden eyes scanned over the little cat’s face, but there was a slight furrow in his brow. A big hand tentatively reached out to touch. No sound accompanied it— not a snap of teeth or warning hiss. Just utter silence, and the overwrought trembling of the creature against his chest.

“May I?” Their resident druid held out his hands in askance. The idea of letting someone else take the cat had Gale’s throat going dry and tight, surprisingly so. Halsin, of course, saw the hesitation immediately. “You’ve been a good friend to him, Gale. He’s safe now. May I?”

“Of- of course, yes. Apologies. I must be missing my own cat.” The nervous laugh was unbidden, as was the bloom of heat in his cheeks. “Is he alright?”

“Just a bit frightened, still. This must have come as quite a shock.”

His arms felt weak without the weight he’d been carrying.

“Came as a shock to all of us, that’s for sure.” Wyll chuckled, shaking his head incredulously. “When we couldn’t find him after the fight, I began to fear a much worse fate befell him.”

“I’m not certain Astarion wouldn’t have preferred one of those fates to this.”

“Chk. To be rendered to so soft and small a form? He is helpless.” Lae’zel failed in sounding anything other than fascinated. Maybe even endeared. “It is temporary, this spell?”

“Cats are far from helpless, regardless of their size. You’d be surprised, I believe, by the immense power and hunting prowess in those soft little bodies. As for this beast,” Gale gave a chagrined little smile, raising his still-bleeding hand to the firelight, “I think you’ll find our rogue is still more than capable of carnage.”

“I’d hesitate to refer to Astarion in any form as helpless. But still! Love to know how soft he is… I just don’t want him to try to take a bite out of me. Poor guy might burn himself.”

Halsin hadn’t taken his eyes off his patient. He muttered quietly,

“Be careful, Halsin— he may make a break for it at any time.”

“I don’t think he will.”

Tagging @kezzzx, @non-un-topo, @nicolos, @polarcell, and @the73rdpostscript. And if you aren’t writing anything, feel free to share upcoming sketches or other art you’re working on! ❤️❤️❤️ no pressure, of course.

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Tagged by @jazzythursday

Lately, I've been trying to write some canon adjacent moments. This is one scene in a series of snippets about Wylan's experiences with reading over the years.

Warning for nausea and vomiting (non-graphic). Wylan is not having a good time.

Wylan is eleven years old and he’s not hungry. He should be, he thinks. It’s been hours since he emptied his stomach on the floor of the library this morning, nauseous from the physician’s latest tonic. Just a spoonful of the brown medicine taken after breakfast, but it tasted vile. Thick like tar, it clung to the back of his throat no matter how much water he drank to wash it away. He’s still nauseous.  Though he can’t tell if his stomach is upset or he’s gone so long without eating that he’s circled back around to feeling ill.  Wylan should feel grateful, he supposes, that the physician’s latest attempt to cure his deficiency also dulls his appetite. There’s no plate in front of him. A hardbound book lays innocently on the rich hardwood of the dining table in front of him. All he has to do is read, then he can eat dinner. He makes the mistake of looking up enough for the letters to wiggle across the leather cover. His stomach rolls.  Ghezen rewards those who work hard, his father always says. That’s why their family has been blessed generation after generation. To his father’s disdain, Wylan, lazy and stupid, hasn’t honored Ghezen.  He tries to imagine the God of Commerce personally withholding his dinner, hands shaped like the Church of Barter wagging a massive finger in his direction. It’s hardly a punishment. Not when he feels like this. For lack of anything better to do, Wylan folds his hands in his lap, sits. Waits. Wills his stomach to stop twisting. He squeezes his eyes closed, but it doesn’t help.  At the head of the table his father eats. The room is silent, tense, only interrupted by the occasional clink of his fork and knife laid gently on the plate between bites.  Wylan calculates sums to distract himself. Multiplies by sevens as high as he can go. Seven times sixteen equals one hundred twelve. Seven times seventeen equals one hundred nineteen. Seven times–  His father scoffs, his disdain apparent. “You could at least make an attempt.”  Wylan opens his eyes, but doesn’t shake his head. He can’t without being ill.  “I don’t feel well.” The anger in his father’s eyes burns, he doesn’t care if Wylan’s stomach is as weak as his mind. The fact that no effort, no attempt has been made the entire meal, is a far worse sin than academic incompetence. “You aren’t allowed to leave until you open that book, Wylan.” Dutifully, he does. Then, promptly heaves onto the carpet.  Wylan barely hears the clatter as his father drops his utensils in disgust and walks out of the room, dinner unfinished.  When he stops retching his mouth burns with acid and his stomach feels no better. Wylan waits another few minutes, long enough to apologize to the staff, then leaves too.  The next evening he’s allowed to skip dining and sit in his room. It takes six more days before the physician gives him a new tonic. 

Tagging (but no pressure) @nerdlingmerchling @oneofthewednesdays @waterloou @hotpinkmurex

[jackwolfes]

Hey I just wanted to say that your portayal of Jesper in acotld has really stuck with me… I was also diagnosed with adhd this year (I sort of go back and fourth on relating to Jesper and Wylan’s differing neurodivergent characteristics but I tend to relate more to Wylan in general) and what you said abt it being written from a place of someone who gets it— it really shows. Like, genuinely I love your Jesper so much and especially in that fic just— all his struggles are so raw and relatable and I can’t wait to see what happens next! 💖💖💖

i really appreciate this friend 🥺 like genuinely!! it was very therepeutic to write and im very glad that it's been well received because like. there's a lot of my heart and soul in this piece of work and im very touched that people are treating it kindly 😅

[sparrowmoth]

Hi Sparrow! 💖

1. My favorite fic of yours

Inside/Outside Voices! The whole fic is lovely, and I had it bookmarked before I joined the fic club server which makes it a special favourite of mine!

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Bloody Marionetta, literally that whole fic but especially the—erm—breaking Wylan’s bones and turning him into a puppet bit lives rent free in my head rent free. Definitely a fic that delivers what it says on the tin!

8. What I like the most about your writing

It’s very descriptive, and picturesque, and I can never guess what’s coming!

11. Something I wish/hope you write

I’m SO intrigued by the fairy au and I really do hope you do something with it because the bit you posted was super interesting!

Hi Jazzy!! 🥰💖 Aww, thank you so much for this! I really appreciate all your kind words. Inside/Outside Voices was such a fun little fic to write. I really enjoyed writing from Kaz's POV for that. I'm happy you enjoyed that fic! 💕 DAJGKDJKGD ahhhh my dear Bloody Marionetta. 😂 Yeah... yeah, I often find myself a little disappointed when people promise whump on the tin, but things are too quickly or easily resolved for it to really feel like whump, so you know... if you want things done right, etc dajkgdjkgd. I just love torturing my poor blorbos. It's a hobby.

I mentioned this to you yesterday, but I will say it again that it made me really happy that you brought up the Fairy AU! Definitely has me thinking about it more intensely. Gonna have to pull up a new doc...

Thank you again!! You're a sweetheart. 💖💖

[crowpricorn]

🦃 🕊🐦 for the birds asks! <3

thank you!! 💗 (Qs)

again, I can't do quotes for the sake of my life and it's just disgustingly long paragraphs

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

just a silly paragraph from angel&demon au :)

He doesn't know what it is that catches his attention first — the ruddy golden curls crowned with a pair of big, crimson red horns, or perhaps the sharp blue eyes that send a glare his way — so clear that they should belong to the skies, not to the depths of Hell. There's feathers of the same deep red of his horns, kept folded to his back. His clothes are all black and tight to his body, and he wears — Oh God, he wears a leather black harness that hugs his chest perfectly. Jesper might be drooling a bit. He looks the demon up and down, eyes pausing on his bare feet and on his gorgeous hands — both pairs end in claws that shouldn't be as hot as they are.

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

cute banter! from how to train your dragon au😼

"When you said you don't like eels," Wylan laughs, amused. "I didn't think you meant you're scared of them."

"I'm not scared," Jesper snaps. "They are just disgusting."

Wylan keeps laughing, securing the net as he goes. "Local lanky boy scared to death by a poor eel," he chants, earning a pebble thrown to his shoulder and then a flow of laughter from Jesper. Something warm spreads through Wylan's chest, and he has to crouch down before he loses his balance.

"Are you alright?" Jesper asks, face suddenly worried and right hand already reaching to hold Wylan up.

"Must be the heat, I see splotches of black and white dots in front of me," Wylan mumbles, and he hopes that Jesper buys the lie. He hopes he doesn't inquire further until Wylan has to shut him up with his mouth. On Jesper's mouth.

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

blind wylan au thingie!!

Wylan kisses like a love song, soft like a breeze, warm like rocks kissed by the sun. It's sweeter than they kissed in Jesper's dreams, and it's also incredibly Wylan: messy and giggly, passionate, even, as soon as they fall into a rhythm and let go of all restraints, shaking against each other like twin flames meeting in a burning embrace. It's beautiful. Wylan is beautiful — he is beautiful in the dark, he is beautiful in his memories and he was beautiful earlier under the sun. And he is real. He is real as Jesper kisses him into the night, as Wylan lets his body arch against Jesper's, as they lay there and all he knows is Wylan's breath and scent and warmth.

[magicandpizza]

Thanks for the tag @jazzythursday!

rules: post the names of your wips and open your askbox for questions about them.

I actually don’t have too many WIPs, and most of these will probably end up entirely abandoned, but here goes…

1. A sequel to “We Keep This Dream Together”, my wholesome, slightly chaotic university/coffee shop au. This is the one I’m most likely to finish, once I regain some inspiration. It’s about 2/3 done, I’d say.

2. The descriptively named “My Man Fic”, which is set after Jesper calls Wylan “my man” in the fight in the chapel in S2. Basically just some fluff as they try and discuss what they want their relationship to be.

3. “Weathering The Storm (2.0)”. God I’ve had this idea for so long at this point, and this is my second attempt at making it work but I just… I can’t write fics with plot 😂 Maybe I just need to suck it up and rework it again.

4. I really wanted to write a sort of companion piece to my Wylan 5+1 “Don’t Do Sadness”, but currently “Jesper Character Study” contains about 20 words, so who knows if I’ll end up revisiting it.

I also have a few prompt lists saved for whenever I play my next wesper prompt game, so keep an eye out for that.

And that’s pretty much it! Everything else has been completely sacked off or deleted by now 😇

Open tag for anyone who wants to join in because my brain hurts and idk who’s already been tagged.