#just click on the title and it should lead you to the fic!

[dnfao3tags]

Finding Deleted Fics: A Multi-Method Guide

i feel like we are the fandom who needs this post the most any fandom has needed it ever.

all of these methods require you to know the title, author and/or link of the fic.

[disclaimer: the fic i am using as an example is not deleted, i just can't think of any other fics to use as an example right now.]

Method #1: Wayback Machine

this is my go to method that i always try first.

steps:

every fic on ao3 has a url of archiveofourown.org/[specific-numbers]. you're gonna need that url, doesn't matter if it doesn't work anymore.

eg.

2. now you're gonna go to archive.org and enter your url in the search bar.

3. something like this will come up. it probably won't be saved as many times though, just once or twice.

just click any of the links now, either the dates marked blue on the calendar or the earliest/latest date. that's it.

drawbacks:

often, a problem arises when searching for fics rated mature or explicit.

the site will have archived this page but not the actual fic. though, maybe lady luck is on your side and clicking proceed will lead you to a saved version of the actual fic. but usually not. and not all fics are saved here. in those cases, i have some more methods.

Method #2: Search Engine Cache

search engines like google and yandex often save a cached version of sites, though yandex is much more reliable than google. i'll give you a tutorial for both.

steps (yandex):

the link isn't completely necessary, just the title and author of the fic will suffice.

go to yandex.com and search for your fic by either entering the url or entering the title and author as such.

3. this will probably immediately come up.

just enter the captcha and it should let you in on the first go but there's a glitch i've encountered where you could be entering the captcha completely correct but for some reason the site still won't let you in. for that, you just have to keep trying again and again until eventually the site lets you in. might take more than 10 tries.

4. once you're in, search results will pop up. directly clicking them will only lead you to the not found page. what you're gonna do is hover over the box of the search result and you'll see 3 dots pop up on the right.

click those and a dropdown menu will appear. click the first option 'saved copy'.

and thats it! this is a much more efficient method especially for explicit or mature fics.

drawbacks:

for some reason, when i open yandex in google chrome, i can't see the 3 dots. i can in firefox though. don't really know what thats all about.

i'll show you how to do it with google too just in case yandex doesn't work.

steps (google):

in the url bar, type cache:[link of fic]. that's pretty much it. google doesn't have a lot of fics saved though so you'll probably get a 404 page.

Method #3: Reddit

there's a subreddit called r/DeletedFanfiction that can probably help you out. either search for the fic as it may have already been posted or req it and someone will probably get you a google drive link soon enough. u/throwthisaway11112 is my lord and savior.

afaik it's still up and running fine despite the reddit protest thing (which i recommend taking a minute to look into).

Method #4: Archive.org Database

okay, now you're gonna need a lot of memory on computer for this one. i'm not gonna even bother and try to explain it, i'll just link you to the original post. thank you once again to the anon who sent me this method!

Method #5: Fandom

if absolutely none of those methods work, you can still just send me an ask and maybe my followers or i will have a saved copy. same for any other fandom, i recommend asking around in popular fandom spaces, someone is bound to have it.

[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 17

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: you finally get a chance to paint Larissa (smut ensues).

words: ~ 3.1k | ao3 link in title

A/N: once again thank you to @afeatherformills for all of the planning and beta-ing, and to my gf as well. i drive both of them crazy and am eternally grateful that they haven't yet told me to stick this fic where the sun don't shine :')

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

That Saturday you were deep in thought as you navigated the halls of Nevermore, making your way to Larissa’s office. So deep in thought that you hardly noticed Enid walking past you.

“Hey!”

Your head snapped up and you looked around for the source of the voice. Finding it, your face softened and you stepped towards the blonde. “Enid. You okay?”

She hesitated for a moment, her face falling a bit. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks for convincing Weems not to expel us.”

You laughed. “I didn’t have to convince her of anything. Is she really that stern?”

Enid’s lips curled up into a smile. “Sometimes. She can be really cool, but sometimes she’s a bit scary.”

“I’m sure it’s just because she cares,” you replied - truth be told you’d seen Larissa’s ‘scary’ side in action when dealing Wednesday, and you could certainly understand Enid’s point. But as long as Larissa’s anger wasn’t directed at you, you thought your girlfriend was kind of hot when she was angry - a fact you decided to keep to yourself.

“Maybe.” Enid shrugged. “Say hi to Weems for me.”

“Sure,” you replied, feeling yourself blush. As you were about to say goodbye, you were struck with an idea. “Wait.”

You reached into your bag, with Enid watching you curiously as you pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a random page, scribbling your number on it and tearing it out.

“Here. If you guys are in trouble again, you should have someone to call.” She took the paper with a shy smile. “I’m never going back out there again. But… thanks.” Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she entered your number and shot you a text. “Now you have mine, too.”

“Thanks. Stay safe, Enid,” you teased gently, earning yourself a giggle from the young girl.

~~~

“Come in,” called Larissa’s smooth voice as you knocked on her office door minutes later.

You did as you were told, closing and locking the door behind you. The sound of the lock clicking was not lost on Larissa, who looked up from her laptop with a smirk plastered on her face.

“Hello, darling,” she purred, her fingers pausing in their frantic typing as she waited for you to cross the room, drop the large canvas bag you were holding, and give her a kiss. “Pretty girl,” she mumbled against your lips as she pulled you onto her lap. Deepening the kiss, she flicked her tongue against yours, drawing a breathy moan from your throat which she swallowed eagerly. Her hands came to rest on your thighs, rubbing circles overtop your trousers as her breathing became more shallow. 

You chuckled into the kiss, pulling back reluctantly - Larissa let out a little whine, pouting slightly as she stilled her hands in their movements.

“Rissa…” you whined playfully, wrapping her arms around her neck. “I wanted to paint you while we still have some natural sunlight.”

“Mmm, I know, I know.” Larissa sighed, resting her forehead against yours and sliding her hands up to your waist. “Just tell me what you want from me, I’m all yours today.”

“Thank you.” You smirked, pressing a kiss to her cheek and whispering in her ear - you didn’t miss the shiver that ran down her spine as your warm breath hit the side of her neck. “I actually had an idea for what I wanted to do, may I ask you to accompany me to your bedroom?”

Larissa threw her head back as she laughed, squeezing your waist. When her laughter died down and she locked eyes with you once more, you were met with amusement and desire in equal measure. “Lead the way,” she replied with a smirk as you slid off her lap and held a hand out for her to take, grabbing your bag with the other hand.

She placed her palm in your own and stood, following you to her quarters and straight into her bedroom. “And what will you have me do in here?”

“Well I noticed that the light that comes in here in the early afternoon would be perfect for painting you.” You placed the bag you were carrying at the foot of the bed and looked around the room, your eyes falling to Larissa’s vanity. “Can I move this?”

Larissa chuckled, eyeing you curiously. “That’s fine…” She helped you clear it and drag it to the end of the bed, then sat down at the edge of the bed, kicking her heels off and watching you set up your tabletop easel, a canvas, and your paints. “And how will you have me pose? Would you like me naked in my bed?” she asked playfully.

“You know I would never object to having you naked in your bed,” you teased back, watching Larissa blush, her lips curling up into a shy smile as her gaze dropped to her lap. Once you were satisfied with your set-up, you stepped in front of Larissa, placing a finger underneath her chin and lifting it until her gaze met yours. “I was thinking we could get rid of some of these clothes though…” 

You gave Larissa’s collar a playful tug, receiving an eye-roll and a fake-annoyed huff in return. With a soft smirk playing on her lips, she undid the belt of her dress, then the top buttons, then tugged it over her head, dropping it onto the floor. 

“This too.” You snapped the strap of her bra - she reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the dress.

“And let me help you with these.” You hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear, never breaking eye contact as you dragged them down her legs. You could see her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them as she spread her legs open for you. When you dropped the underwear to the floor and stood again, you found yourself standing in between her thighs. Larissa’s hands came to rest on your hips, her eyelashes fluttering as her gaze flicked down your body. 

“You know it’s more than a little unfair that you’re still fully clothed, darling,” she husked, watching you with doe eyes.

“Yeah? I can change that.” You stripped yourself of your own clothing under Larissa’s hungry gaze, tossing the garments onto the growing pile. “This better?”

“A little.” Larissa bit her lip. “I know something else that could help.” You raised an eyebrow as Larissa stood from the bed, towering over you as she straightened to her full height. Grabbing hold of your waist, she spun you around and pushed you back onto the bed before crawling on top of you and looking down at you. “Much better,” she purred.

Smirking, you reached down to grab the backs of her thighs. “If you want to be on top so bad you only have to ask,” you teased. “You know what I’ve been wanting to try?”

“Hmm?”

“Having you sit on my face.” You gave the backs of her thighs an insistent tug. “Interested?”

Larissa let out a little groan, leaning down to capture your lips in a lustful kiss.

“Is that a yes?”

You couldn’t help but grin as Larissa rolled her eyes, shifting so that her bare pussy was hovering over your face, her plush thighs bracketing your head. “Yes, that is a yes, darling.” Her entrance glistened with her arousal, the scent of which was already beginning to drive you mad. You wrapped your arms around her thighs, pressing soft kisses to her skin that caused her to let out little whimpers. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” you breathed - she began to lower herself onto your waiting tongue, which immediately traced a path up her slit. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

Larissa’s hips found a good rhythm, rolling against your face and matching the pace of your tongue as it circled her throbbing clit. Loud, breathy moans fell from her lips as she cupped her own breasts and rubbed her palms roughly over her nipples. From this angle it was hard to see her face as she tilted her head back, losing herself in pleasure, so you focused on the sounds of her moans and the lewd noises of your tongue against her wet cunt, on the feeling of her smooth thighs under your hands, on the sight of her tits bouncing slightly with every buck of her hips. 

“Mmm you look so good touching yourself like that,” you moaned against her pussy, allowing your tongue to explore her folds before slipping it into her entrance. Her walls clenched around you and her hips stuttered slightly in their movements as she stammered out a breathy reply.

“Y-you feel so good…”

“Look at me,” you commanded, waiting until Larissa’s eyes - dark and hooded - were on you before thrusting your tongue into her hole, as deep as you could. You could see her cheeks flush and her breathing falter for a moment as she adjusted to having your tongue inside of her. You groaned as you watched her watch you, as she rolled her own nipples between her fingers while you fucked her. 

As she bucked her hips against your face you ran your tongue back up her slit, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking feverishly. Larissa’s movements became more and more erratic, her moans growing in volume as you found just the right pressure to bring her over the edge.

“I’m s-so cl- mmh- close, I can’t - shit-” Larissa’s voice was hoarse as her thighs began to tremble around your head - you could tell she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up much longer. You moaned against her clit, tightening your hold on her thighs in encouragement. Larissa fell forward, catching herself on the headboard and crying out in pleasure as she came, her juices coating your tongue and dripping down your chin.

You continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning her up and simultaneously savoring the taste of her. As you felt her thighs shift slightly beside your head, you helped her swing one leg back over your body so that she could lie beside you, breathing heavily.

You pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her eagerly, swallowing her moans as she sucked her arousal off your tongue. When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of her lipstick smeared up to her nose. 

“Wait here.” Pushing yourself off the bed, you went to the bathroom to wash your face, getting a makeup wipe and a damp washcloth in the process. Catching sight of Larissa’s bathrobe hanging on the back of the door, you slipped it on, taking a moment to revel in its softness before stopping by the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water.

Returning to the bed, you found Larissa watching you with an amused grin on her face, her eyes dropping to the makeup wipe. “You’re still planning on painting me, aren’t you?” she said with a chuckle. 

“Yep - now drink some water and then hold still.” Larissa did as she was told, humor dancing in her eyes as you cleaned her up - first her thighs and cunt, then the bottom half of her face. “Can I redo your lipstick?” 

Larissa blushed and nodded. “It’s in the drawer of the vanity.”

You took your time to reapply her lipstick, careful to get the edges just right. Larissa was a perfect model for you, holding perfectly still and watching you with hooded eyes. You unpinned her hair, arranging her curls over her shoulders until they hung just right, before moving onto the rest of your “scene” - adjusting the sheets until they were draped over Larissa’s body, revealing the tops of her breasts and clinging to her curves. The early afternoon sun filtered in through the window just how you had envisioned, giving you enough natural light to be able to work properly.

She was an absolute vision, the sun illuminating her blonde curls like a halo, kissing the tip of her nose and giving her a healthy glow. Mascara-coated lashes fluttered a bit against her cheeks when the sun got too bright for her eyes, almost pale blue in this light. You laughed and told her to move her head back a bit, an instruction which she happily complied with.

Sitting down at your easel, you wasted no time in beginning to paint - it was a portrait you’d envisioned painting time and time again, and you were thrilled to finally get the chance. There was something about the shapeshifter in this light, with a post-sex glow about her, that made the moment so special to you.

“You could’ve been a model, you know?” you teased, your heart melting at the pink hue that immediately rose in Larissa’s cheeks. Her lips stretched up into a wide smile that made her laugh lines more prominent and caused her eyes to crinkle at the outer corners - all of the little lines that gave away her age only made her more beautiful to you, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, and she shifted underneath the sheets, cocking her head to the side - something that you immediately reprimanded her for, shooing her back into position.

“I’m serious though. Did you always want to become a principal?” You eyed Larissa as her expression turned thoughtful. 

“Not always. What I did want, even in school, was to become a teacher. I’ve always loved working with children, even as a teenager I tutored younger students. But what these kids really need, as outcasts, is someone to advocate for them, and I can do so much more in my role as principal than as a teacher.”

Larissa’s passion for her job never failed to bring a smile to your face, and you glanced over at her between strokes of your paintbrush. “Do you miss teaching?”

“Sometimes…” Larissa’s smile turned pensive, a little sad. “I felt more connected to my students when I taught them directly every day.”

“You really seem to care for them, you know? Like they’re your own.”

“I do… When you get to watch them grow every day over years, they start to feel like family. I’ve always wanted my own…” she trailed off, her expression wistful. A long silence hung in the air and suddenly, Larissa’s cheeks turned red, her gaze dropping to her hands as she began to fidget. “I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

She seemed unable to meet your gaze and you cocked your head to the side - the nervous energy radiating off of her was almost palpable. You set the brush down to give her your full attention.

“Why not?”

Larissa’s blush only deepend, and she sighed. “I’m getting too old for that, anyway. I turn 50 next year, that part of my life has long passed.”

“You could still have that,” you argued - with me, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.

Larissa scoffed, waving a hand in front of her face to distract from her (unwarranted) embarrassment. “You’re young - you’ll learn that you can’t have everything you want in life, and that’s alright. My students are enough for me.”

As much as you wanted to argue with her, you remained silent, mulling over her words in your head. The thought of Larissa settling, giving up on her dreams and desires due to something as stupid as age, broke your heart. You wanted kids, too - maybe not right this second, while you were still in college, but you could see yourself in a few years, chasing a blue-eyed, platinum-blonde-haired toddler around the home you’d share with Larissa. 

“I don’t think you should give up your desires so easily,” you murmured, more to yourself than to Larissa. 

Larissa’s eyes darted to meet yours for only a moment before looking away again. She seemed deep in thought, her brow furrowed a bit. Shaking her head gently, she rolled her shoulders back and let out a deep breath, plastering a smile onto her face - it was neither a genuine smile nor a fake one, but rather something in between.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” you whispered gently.

“You didn’t upset me, my love, that I can assure you,” she whispered back with equal tenderness.

Standing from your seat you rounded the vanity and stepped up to the bed, leaning over Larissa to cup her cheek and kiss her. When you pulled away, her smile was considerably more relaxed, the lines between her eyebrows nearly gone.

You spent the rest of the afternoon talking and painting. Occasionally you’d catch Larissa giving you a once-over, but she waved it off every time. Not wanting to push her again, you ignored it and allowed her to steer the conversation.

Larissa mentioned Mayor Walker’s funeral the following day and you told her you’d be there, as Robin’s family had been quite close to the mayor and his family. When you asked if Larissa would mind you saying hi to her if they saw each other, she chuckled.

“Darling, I think the secret is out - if Enid knows about us, everyone at this school does.”

You blushed a little at that, but Larissa reassured you that it was alright, she’d love to see you - that small fact made your heart flutter, and you ducked your head behind the canvas to stop Larissa from seeing how red you’d gotten as you added a few final touches to the painting.

“There.” You smiled proudly as you looked between the painting and Larissa. “All done - well, not done done. I need to add some details, and I’ll need to finish parts of the background. But your part is done, you don’t need to sit here while I do that.”

Larissa sat up to stretch, the sheets falling off her body to reveal her rosy nipples and the swell of her stomach. She smiled softly as she caught you staring at her. “Put that paintbrush down and come here,” she cooed. 

You did as you were told, getting up and going to crawl towards her on the bed. She gave your legs a tug, signaling for you to straddle her. Her fingers came to the tie of your robe, giving it a gentle tug and then pushing the robe off your shoulders. She leaned in to kiss you, her bare chest pressing against your own in a way that made your whole body shiver.

Smirking against your lips, she wound her fingers into your hair, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp. “How about you let me show you how much I appreciate you working so hard for me this afternoon, hm?” Her words drew a moan from your throat and you allowed her to push you onto your back and have her way with you, kissing her way down your body and eating you out as if you were her last meal until the both of you were absolutely spent.

x

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[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

ok with the joke post today that referenced the ol' DA kink!meme cullen tiddy fic. it is abundantly clear that so much fandom history is just... lost or unknown to people who have gotten into the series after 2017. Like, you have to understand that while that fic was a bit of a meme for a week or so, it was not even close to the most outlandish thing on the board or the weirdest kink there. it just got more notice than others that spilled over to tumblr.

2015 was BEFORE the big sweeping purity movements really got a hold on people in fandom. people were allowed to be WEIRD, both as crack but also treating it seriously. it was an anonymous forum, which was also key here--there was no linking the posts back to someone's AO3 or tumblr unless they wanted to. And that meant prompts and fills both got wildly more creative than a lot of things i see now (though to be clear: there are absolutely still people writing wild & unhinged things for every fandom, and posting them happily to AO3. it's just a smaller percentage than it used to be).

the kink!meme had such insane variety but in part that was also because it was a designated positive space. writing quality varied WILDLY but the community held much closer to "don't like, don't read/comment" than AO3 does in 2025. and because people felt like they could experiment, it led not only to fun/funny situations with characters, but also some honestly moving and very beautiful writing as well.

and i do mean the porn as well as the 'serious' fics that ended up there. i think actually it was really good for fandom to have people who'd read through these prompt lists not just looking for pairings or tags they shared interest in, but ones they might not but felt like exploring anyway. being able to take a kink or a character you don't personally love and taking it apart and asking "what makes this compelling? why are people interested in this vs something else? what about this character and this setup can lead not only to something sexy but something profound?" is both good as a writing exercise (targeting an audience besides yourself) and a personal one (seeing the world through someone else's view). it was fun! and i think we should bring it back.

maybe later this weekend I'll go dig up some of the ones I remember most--both the fun/funny unhinged stuff AND the serious ones--and make a little compilation. do people who weren't on the kink!meme even know about the inquisitor x skyhold fic. or the one where quiz fucks a rift. or the one that's DA2 from Orana's perspective that was so beautiful and moving I could never replay DA2 without thinking about it again.

so anyway yeah. you should check out the archive. go dig around (click through the "part [#]" links below each game title and go through the pages however you like) and find somehing fun or beautiful or sexy.

[whorediaries-09]

come on, violate me;

pairing- will graham x journalist!fem!reader warning(s)- violence, grotesque descriptions, blood. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- this will probably be a have a few follow up fics, but that depends on the response this fic gets. let's see :D

headlock;

"take my tongue and lead it southbound,"

rest assured, will graham's quaint fishing shed in the middle of nowhere in wolftrap, is unassuming. for the most part, anyways. anybody would've looked past it. wouldn't have have looked twice at it. but you weren't 'anybody'.

rightfully obnoxious and nosy. well-known journalist of the highest selling crime tabloid. and god forbid you'd let this sweet, sweet chance go. fbi special agent turned murderer; crawford's favourite agent, none the less- that would sell like hot cakes.

rummaging through your purse, you take out a bobby pin. the bite of the winter air sweeps across your face. picking the lock, you push open the door to his shed.

plastic curtains hanging everywhere. a strong smell hits your nostrils, decomposing, fishy, and fruity, all combined into a horrid scent. the kind which almost made you want to gag.

drawing the plastic curtains, you step further in. the sight makes your stomach drop. bones.

while you didn't know much about bones, not enough to tell the kind by just looking, it was clear the bones didn't belong to something or someone that existed in the present. something or someone that existed in the past. the arrangement wasn't proportionate. ribs too small to belong to the skull.

removing the cover of your camera lens, you angled it to take pictures of the bones hanging from the ceiling with the heavy metal chains. from every angle. titles for your upcoming articles already revolving in your head. heart fluttering with anticipation. adrenaline too high. after months of nobody believing your theories of will graham being a killer, here you were. solid evidence to prove your theory right.

then, you spot it. unassuming, a mockery of innocence, on the ground. a chest freezer. one would assume meant to kept fish or meat. anything which possessed flesh. which could rot.

the bobby pin slides into the lock of the freezer. picking it apart. you lift up the lid, with ease. it hits you. the stench, combined with the cold air. wrapped in little plastic bags. pieces of meat, at a first, fleeting glance.

your camera clicks again. pictures of the sliced, carved meat, clean from the bone to be published on your articles. you mess with the placement, curious. obnoxious.

the sight makes your blood run cold. your heart thump against your ribcage, begging to be let go. brain freeze for a moment. stomach lurching up. all the years you'd been journaling the worst and the worst of crimes, but you never had seen something like this.

you pick it up. it's the lower half of a jaw. a human jaw. teeth, tongue, and all included. it makes you want to gag. shakily, you close the lid of the freezer.

behind the plastic curtains, he stands. curls arranged neatly. a wool, gray coat over his figure, a black scarf tucked tightly into it, wrapped around his neck. hastily you, pull out the gun from your purse. he moves behind the plastic curtain, closing the door. blocking the exit. he never comes close to you. he keeps moving behind the curtains.

'there is a very good explanation for all of this,' he says. his voice his calm. never wavering. as if he's not afraid of what you've seen. as if it doesn't matter to him that you're pointing a gun at him.

'i don't want to hear,' you reply, hands shaky, voice breathy. unlike his. your fear is palpable, and so is his predatory stance and movements. he taunts you, moving around, behind those curtains. as if you're his prey. but you refuse to be.

'not just a little bit curious?' he asks. it's almost innocent. taunting. as if he's sorry for you. as if he pities you. for your curiosity. for which you're here, in this situation. at his mercy, even though you've got the pictures and the gun.

'get away from the door,' he obliges. he draws the curtains, standing in front of you. mocking you.

'can't let you go,' he says, using your name. tasting the word on his tongue, as if it belongs to him. 'until you've heard what i have to say,' he moves closer. your breathing gets shakier, your hands trembling in fright. there's not a flicker of emotion behind his eyes. cold, lifeless. cruel. you move backwards, your gun shaking pathetically in your hands.

'i know you're scared,' he inches closer. as if he's trying to soothe you. as if he's trying to soothe his prey before attacking. the meat would taste acidic. bitter, about being dead. you move backwards, keeping a safe distance from him. 'you only have to be scared a moment longer.' he promises. he hands out a gloved palm. his voice lowers. demanding. not soothing anymore. but a demand.

'give me the gun,'

your finger pull the trigger. he ducks, rolling over the chest freezer, hiding behind it. you take the chance, and not losing a breath, you run towards the door. but he's quicker. he gets up from behind the freezer, pinning your front to a shelf, banging your head against it. a crack echoes, your nose breaking in the process. blood, warm and thick trickles out into your mouth. your fingers shoot mindlessly, hopelessly, that one bullet would hit him.

he tries to grab your hand with the gun which you continue moving, trying to escape his grasp. your free hand slips into your pocket, pulling out a pepper spray. you spray it in his eyes, his grip loosening for a moment, and you escape from his grasp, walking towards the door, the exit from this hellhole. his hand lifts, and he grips your hair tightly, refusing to let go. a scream rips from your throat, as you try to move away, ripping strands and locks of your hair as you push open the shed door.

you run towards your car, with crawford on the line. waiting for him to pick up, you get in the car. you turn the keys around, but the stupid ignition won't start in the cold.

your window shatters. he's already there, baton in hand, shattering your window, arms underneath yours, pulling you out from the car. as one would do to a ragdoll, dragging you across the snow. your screams echo in the silence of the woods. falling into the ears of a man known for his empathy.

*-

when you wake up, your body's senseless, almost. you can't see. you can't hear. you can't taste. you can't smell. but you can feel. the coarse material of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. the rope around your neck, binding you tightly to whatever you'd been sat on. the cold metal ball of a gag inside your mouth. the silk of a blindfold on your eyes. the sensations of something hot and sticky flowing down your skin. the burn, the tear of your skin. the lack of clothes apart from your undergarments. the biting chill of the cold winter.

'i had to take away your clothes. too much dna. too much evidence. i don't care if you mind,'

in the silence, his voice echoes. a harsh rumble from his chest. you could imagine the stoicism on his face. even while he mocked you. perhaps, he was too far gone to take pleasure from this. from seeing you helpless. all those months of rapid tormenting theories that echoed into his brain.

'it's cruel,' he continues, moving behind you. 'i didn't want to humiliate like this,' his hands make quick work of the gag around your mouth, pulling it out. he unties your blindfold. you blink rapidly, adjusting to the sudden capability to see. you're stuck right there, in his shed. the bones hanging in the air, a cruel mockery of your curiosity. his hands fall on your shoulders. fingers digging into your skin. 'are you going to cry, hm?' he asks.

you swallow painfully. your tongue's dry. throat parched from the lack of water. the rope around your neck tightens, as you try to move your head.

'no, don't. nice and easy for me,' his hands push into your flesh. thumbs digging into the tense knots on your shoulder. his breathe, not and heavy on your cold skin with every word he speaks, as he continues massaging your shoulders. his touch is tender, almost. too tender to be of a man who's a cruel, cold hearted killer. too gentle to be of a predator's.

'i trust you're not foolish enough to try and do anything stupid,' he says, almost a warning. he unties your bindings, freeing your limbs and neck. you wince- whimper, the noise a pathetic and painful sound from your throat. your eyes well up with tears, at the sheer humiliation of it all.

your skin burns with it. it ripples with fury, rage and the lack of pity. your nails dig painfully into your thighs, as your heart hammers against your ribcage. your head spins. your body falls slump against the cold, hard ground as you sob. the sound harsh, unflinching and ringing from your throat.

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a/n- i'm honestly stuck between making this a yandere!will fic or a normal will fic. suggestions are welcome!

i'm not going to use my regular taglist since this is a different fandom i'm writing about. but if you do want to be tagged for my upcoming fics for this fandom, let me know in my inbox:) i'll also be accepting requests! please do read my guidelines before sending them in though :).

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[evendimmer]

Hey babe 😌 here to save you from your bored: What are your top 5 favourite Agatha fanfics?

Thank you love, for your ask and so kindly saving me from boredom.

When you say Agatha fanfics, I’m going to assume it’s any fanfic involving Agatha? Not just exclusively Agatha I hope because the list would be entirely different….

A few things you should know about me: I am a big sucker for Character x reader fics. There. I’ve said it. Call it self insert, self indulgence whatever you like but it is my guilty pleasure, and that’s the point of fanfics right? To enjoy and feel good?

Another thing is that I’m a huge consumer of smut. Pure shameless smut. Give it to me hot and filthy.

The last thing: I love Agatha and Rio equally. And you’ll see what I mean I in just a moment.

So if any of these things above aren’t for you, you can pretty much skip my whole list :’)

Anyway without further ado, here's my top 5 Agatha fanfics:

(Note: Click the titles below to start reading each fic)

5. Learning to Focus (w/ Part 2) by @covenofagatha

Pairing: GP!Professor!Agatha x Reader

"When you run into Professor Harkness at the local library while you're supposed to be working on a project for her history class, you find yourself distracted by her (again)"

I feel like I'm exposing myself with this one. There's something about cockwarming and being in control/losing control that makes this fic sooooooooooo fucking hot. The build-up and anticipation before getting absolutely destroy by none other than Professor Daddy Agatha? One of my go-to fics when I need to get uh sorted out.

3. Two Professors and a Student by @covenofagatha

Pairing: Professors!AgathaRio x Reader

"You run into your old professors Agatha and Rio at a bar, and will it lead to the start of something new?"

Yes I skipped a number. No it’s intentional, because the next two fics are TIED in third place.

Let’s be honest. Who hasn’t had a crush on their teacher or professor at least once in their school life? I did. More than once. This fic has it all - both Agatha and Rio as your ex-Professors (cuz school policies wink wink), getting down and dirty with you separately and together at the same time. Live out that college fantasy with this fic in the smuttiest way possible.

3. Neighbourly Care by @d-z20

Pairing: Milfs!AgathaRio x Reader

"You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them."

What's better than a hot mommy? TWO married hot mommies that are both into you. Agatha and Rio taking care of you, with a little bit of friendly competition between them. As the author has stated, this fic is just "pure unadulterated smut" and nothing less. Best part? You're not the only brat or the only one getting punished ;)

2. Something Wicked by @motherconfessors

Pairing: Pre-Salem!Agatha x Rio

"While an apprentice witch, Agatha grows frustrated when she's not permitted to learn magic.

Until someone makes her an offer that she can't refuse."

This is the AgathaRio fic that I swear by, canon in my mind until we get actual explanation from season 2 if its happening. It explores the backstory of Agatha leading up to her Salem trials, and her meeting with a certain Green Witch™️. A fine balance between plot and smut. Great character depictions, superb lore building and filthy hot smut that hits just right.

1. Lights, Camera, Magic by @lunargrrrl

Pairing: Director!Agatha x Reader

"Agatha Harkness sits in the director's chair of some of your favourite movies. Your world suddenly turns upside down when you're invited to audition for her latest screenplay, 'Witching Hour'."

This one is a no brainer. My newest obsession. Ongoing smutty fic with 41 chapters now. Author is so good at building tension like it's not even funny anymore at this point it HURTS (just right though). Yes there is angst but there's also fluff and A LOT OF HOT FILTHY PURE SMUT. Tens of thousands words worth of smut. Like I've mentioned before, every chapter has a song to go with it and author has ✨excellent✨ taste in music.

oops looks like I went off again. But there you go, if you haven't read them already please give these fics a try. I promise you they are sooooo worth it.

I feel so exposed now I need a new account and a new life

[phanfictioncatalogue]

One Word Fic Titles (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven

alpaca (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: It’s just a joke, a bit of fun, this lack of explicit confirmation they have going on, except for the fact that right now, it feels less like a joke and more like he still has to flinch away from some of the touches he wants.

Or: They're in Sydney when they decide to come out.

anniversary (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Vegas to celebrate the end of the US leg of the tour – and their fifteenth anniversary.

Benefits (ao3) - ghostdnp (ghostdnfie)

Summary: Dan and Phil come up with an interesting way to settle roommate arguments.

blasphemous. (ao3) - razussy

Summary: sister daniel helps lucifer lester get on the path of reformation.

blueberries (ao3) - Hour_To_Hour15

Summary: Dan and Phil attend the first prenatal appointment for their baby and discover a shocking surprise during the ultrasound.

Charming (ao3) - eatmedrinkme (incrediblytired)

Summary: The panties should have been nothing.

And maybe in any other world at any other time, they would have been nothing. Today they were something.

Delicate (ao3) - dipnpip

Summary: Phil reveals a hidden desire to be treated more femininely by Dan, particularly drawn to Dan's masculinity and how he looks in sleeveless shirts. Dan indulges Phil's desires, leading to a passionate evening of trust, affection, and deep connection.

Equilibrium (ao3) - howellaboutactive

Summary: A soulmate AU oneshot where your soulmates last touch stains your skin until they touch you again.

exhale (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: The first leg of the tour has just ended, Dan and Phil find a way to relax in their hotel room.

family (ao3) - hello456there

Summary: Dan and Phil unexpectedly have to babysit their niece

Gently (ao3) - imademon

Summary: An aftercare scene where Phil finds he's bleeding lightly from sex and Dan looks after him. Thanks to Dan for saying "we're gay, that happens", inspiring this.

Hanami (ao3) - sleepyslag (galacticneighbor)

Summary: Phil loves spring in their forever home.

Heat (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: Phil has eyes for a cute waiter. But Dan only has eyes for Phil.

Heated (ao3) - reiects

Summary: He is going to be a good puppy. He nods, letting his eyes flutter upwards to meet Phil’s, dark and powerful and hungry.

Phil clicks his tongue once in disapproval, moving his hand to grip tightly at the long part of Dan’s hair along the nape of his neck. “Use your words, pretty boy.”

or, Dan just wants to be good & Phil loves him so much

Impressions (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Art museum guard who knows obsessive amounts about art history x nepo baby curator who has never read a book but keeps knocking it out of the park on vibes alone

Incapacitated (ao3) - mermaidstailonmyface (louislittletomlintum)

Summary: the one where dan has a broken arm and needs help with washing his hair

Inventory (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Guncles Dan and Phil dealing with first periods

Life (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Phil helps Dan feel better after he loses a Dan vs Phil

Limerence (ao3) - cherryheartz

Summary: Phil Lester is popular. But Dan Howell is not. Dan Howell likes Phil Lester's raven colored hair and ice blue eyes. But so does someone else…

Marigold (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: When a haunting tune plagues Phil nightly, he turns to his family for help. But it seems like only he can hear it. Is he going crazy? Or is there more to the song than there seems?

misplaced (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil misplaces his favourite hat while on tour.

Nostalgia (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: After Dan and Phil look through some of their old photos from 2009, Dan feels especially connected to a picture he thought was deleted. In favor of not having to hide their relationship anymore, Dan suggests they post the photo side by side to one of them in the present.

Polaroids (ao3) - PhanTrash365

Summary: During the Christmas break between the New Zealand Terrible Influence Tour Show and UK shows, Dan and Phil are taking a much needed break. One morning, Dan gets a little existential and sentimental. Phil listens and brings him back down.

OR:

My headcannon about the little Polaroids DnP have on the bottom of their oven.

(TW) progress (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil's been in recovery from an eating disorder for over a year now, and life is so much better-so much that he's ready to go on tour again. Right?

rattlesnake (ao3) - ZackStriker (PyroStormIsBae)

Summary: to the mirror dan says, "i am sorry you got stuck with me," to the birds he says, "do you ever feel like your body is not your body?" to phil he says, "could you maybe sit a little further away from me during this video?"

phil looks at him with equal amounts despair and love. 'this feels right,' dan thinks, 'this is what love should be for me: painful. it’s what i deserve.'

or: a fic juxtaposing 2012's grief with 2024's joy.

Scent (ao3) - dipnpip

Summary: Dan buys a new cologne and Phil is a big fan!

Soft (ao3) - dipnpip

Summary: On a rare day-off together touring Europe, Dan becomes increasingly flustered by Phil's soft skin while out sightseeing.

Toothpaste (ao3) - emotoangel

Summary: Dan and Phil uploaded that photo of them in the bathroom with Phil brushing his teeth and I had some thoughts about it, so now you all have to read those too.

traditions (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil can learn to be okay with leaving some holiday traditions in the past-as long as he can hold onto the one that's most important.

Undercover (ao3) - phansauce97

Summary: After recovering from tragedy, Phil does his best to get back on his feet. He still had his mom, his brother, his friends, and a good future to look forward to. So, continuing to put one foot in front of the other, he pushes on.

Things turn upside down though when a new student arrives at school one day; tall, mysterious, and wearing all black.

"Dan Howell," or Agent Ten, as he's known, is a master assassin and secret agent. His mission? Go undercover to befriend, study, and ultimately - kill Phil Lester.

Yet despite his best efforts, this mission ends up being much more challenging than Dan would have previously expected, especially when he begins to fall hopelessly in love with his target.

Unironically (ao3) - ZoloftZinnias

Summary: Dan didn't want to upset Phil with trying out a new kink. Phil really, really, does not care.

Virtuoso (ao3) - aphroditegf

Summary: Phil Lester and Dan Howell both consider themselves the top selections for the best orchestra at their elite music university, and find themselves competing for the position.

[paradoxlemonade]

Like a Flower in Bloom; chapter 2/3

Fic summary: Doc Monster is a many things: he's a tinkerer, a college graduate, a creeper hybrid, and a husband to his wonderful spouse, Ren. Most importantly, he is a father. And he would do anything to make his trans daughter Scarlet happy. Even if it means becoming a Buttercup Scout troop leader and herding a trio of middle school girls.

Chapter Summary: Let's make a troop.

This is my @mcytblraufest fic, made in collaboration with my artist @watchmewhirl and beta-read my @raivaughn. You can find the masterpost for the art here.

Warnings: none!

Ao3: Here!

First - Next

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Doc pulls into the driveway about 20 minutes later, a bag of fast food sitting in the passenger seat. Scarlet needs some comfort food after that meeting, so who is he to deny her?

She trudges in the front door a few paces behind him. When he glances back, there’s a smile on her face for Ren, but her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Doc gives his husband a pointed look before he can even think of asking how the meeting went.

Instead of prodding, Ren fills the empty space of dinner time with meandering chatter about how his day at work went, a video of a little kitten riding on a dog he saw online, and whether or not ketchup should count as a vegetable. Scarlet’s smile gets a bit less forced as the evening wears on, but it also grows tired and she slinks to her room down the hall early that evening.

Doc carries the plates over the sink where Ren has already started rinsing the glasses. He sets a cup and his rag down, just staring for a moment. “...Now can I ask about how the meeting went?” His ears flatten to his head. “The other girls weren’t mean to her, were they? Middle schoolers can be the cruelest beasts.”

Doc leans against the counter with a huff and crosses his arms. “No, no, the scouts were perfectly nice.” He leans back and scowls at their ceiling. “The troop leader, on the other hand, is a heinous bitch. Excluded her a lot. Transphobic. The works.”

Ren sucks in a breath around his teeth. “Oh, she must’ve been devastated.”

He takes the lead-in to get Ren caught up on everything that happened while they finish loading the dishwasher, including how Scarlet was so torn up about the idea of not getting to be a Buttercup Scout. Devastated she was, no matter how she tried to hide it.

They finish up in the kitchen and retire to the family room couch, a laptop balanced between them. The stark white Buttercup Scout web page drowns out the soft lamplight.

Just like last time the two of them looked, most of the troops in the area fell into one of three categories: far enough that they couldn’t justify the time or gas prices, not currently accepting new members, met on a Tuesday (their standing date for Scarlet’s physical therapy, which they can’t move around due to how busy the practice is), or that asshole Symmetry’s troop, which definitely wasn’t an option. Sure, they could go complain to the local council, but Doc doubted she would play nice if they forced her to let Scarlet in.

“Apparently,” Doc mutters, running a clawed finger down the side of the keyboard, “she overheard us talking about how the other troops around here are a bridge too far.”

Ren winces at that. “Man, we’re running out of options.” He gnaws on his lip a moment, and his ears prick up a second later. “Well, all except for one.”

Doc’s not quite what one would call desperate, but he’s edging closer and closer to that word’s gravity. He gives his husband an unimpressed look. “Which is…?”

Ren scoops up the laptop and rapidly taps away at the touchpad. Tap tap tap, click-clack-click-clack. He turns the screen around after a moment so Doc can read the page title, a self-satisfied smile threatening to break.

How To Form a Troop By Becoming a Buttercup Scout Troop Leader.

Doc looks down at the screen. He looks up at Ren. 

“You’re kidding, right? I don’t want to be in charge of a bunch of brats. Just the one is enough.”

Ren snorts at that, his grin now out full-force. “Brats. Please, I know you love children.”

Doc rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I want to spend one night a week trying to keep middle schoolers from killing each other.” There’s a waver in his voice. He slumps back against the couch with a huff. 

Ren leans over and cuddles up against him, laptop tilted askew by the shift. “But you would do anything for our baby girl. Scarlet wants to be a Buttercup Scout, and there’s no good troops in the area. We told her we would try, didn’t we?”

He’s not actually considering what Ren is saying, is he?

…

Goddammit.

“You’re going to help me with this,” he says dryly.

“Of course, baby!” Ren gives him a gentle kiss on the corner of his lip. Doc can feel the smile through it. “We’re going to be the best troop leaders ever!”

Doc leans into the touch, but the scowl doesn’t leave his face. “We’ll still need to find at least two more girls that we aren’t the guardians of to form a proper troop.” He picks the laptop back up and points to a subheading halfway down the page. Troop Minimum Requirements. “We also need to get certified and set up with the local council, figure out our budget , and—”

Ren reaches over and slowly closes the laptop screen, giving Doc ample time to resist. He doesn’t. “And we’ll get there. Let’s just take one step at a time, okay baby?”

Doc bumps his forehead against Ren’s. “Okay.”

***

They broach the topic at breakfast the next morning to Scarlet, who’s instantly smitten with the idea.

She stands from her seat and plants her hands on the table. “Oh my gosh, really?” There’s sparkles in her eyes. “You’ll form a new troop for me?” Wait, those sparkles are actually tears. Oh dear.

It takes a family hug for her weeping to stop, but she manages not to cry into her bowl of cereal. Her face is red and she’s sniffling, but her gap-toothed smile is one of Doc’s favorites.

“I’ll find you two more scouts! I just have to ask my friends who aren’t already in a Buttercup Scout troop! Or boys!” She makes a face at that idea. “Hang on, that’s most of my friends.”

Doc can’t help but snort at her expression. Despite being told that he and Ren can put up a notice online about forming a new troop, Scarlet insists on trying first and they stand down to her badgering. Arguing with her begging kitty eyes is an exercise in futility.

He digs more into the training requirements while she’s at school and Ren is at work, and makes some decent progress on the first module. It’s a quiet enough day, going between tinkering in their garage and parked in front of the family room computer to watch a video with a droning narrator explaining first aid.

Ren gets home first as per usual, and Doc sets him up with the laptop on the couch (and with a glass of water, and with some beef jerky as a snack) so he can get cracking on the training he needs to do to be an assistant troop leader.

It’s a quiet enough afternoon, the two of them coexisting with quietly-playing videos and the mouse-clicking of going through the quizzes.

Scarlet arrives home not long later with a shout, waving her backpack around like a spoil of war. “Guess who found you your new scout members!” She drops the crutches held in her other hand and swings around. “Am I good, or am I good?”

Ren startles and almost drops his water. “Woah baby, already? How in the world did you do that?”

Scarlet bounces on the toes of her feet. “So I talked to all the girls in my art class, but they all already had a troop or didn’t want to be scouts, and language arts was the same, and the math teacher told me to stop talking during the lecture so I only got to ask my table partners, but!” She swings her arms wide for emphasis. Doc slips over and takes her bag before she can knock a picture frame off the wall, but lets her keep talking. “But then at lunch! I was talking to my best friend Cub about needing new scout friends for the new troop, and he said that he knew some people!”

A laugh rumbles in Doc’s chest. “Did he, now?” Scarlet and Cub have been friends since kindergarten, and he’s gotten to know the kid pretty well over the years. If he recommended people to Scarlet, then there’s definitely some kind of catch.

“Yeah, he did!” Scarlet grabs her phone from her pocket and fumbles with it for a moment before flipping it around to show Doc. “Here, this is them!”

The picture on screen is of a selfie that Scarlet took in the cafeteria, presumably during lunch not long after Cub gave her the tip. Seated against the wall are two girls glancing up through the camera. The first is a very tall girl with black hair in a curly ponytail, red-lensed glasses, and curiously, a fake handlebar mustache stickered on her face. She’s tall enough to be bunched up awkwardly to be entirely in frame and her wobbly smile betrays her nervousness. The other is much shorter, a blonde avian girl with parrot-like ear feathers and a freckled, smirking face. She’s throwing up an ironic-looking peace sign.

Middle schoolers get stranger every year.

Scarlet points to mustache girl. “This is Mumbo—” and to the blonde one— “and this is Grian!”

Ren trots over to take and look and Scarlet repeats their names for him. “Huh. Cool! And they want to be Buttercup Scouts?”

She nods emphatically. “Yeah, that’s what they said!”

Doc hums in careful acknowledgement and herds them out of the entryway and back into the rest of the house. Ren ambles back to his training, and Scarlet bounces into the kitchen and grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl that lives on their island. He gives her a look. “Do you know why they haven’t already joined another troop?” Which is probably where the catch is, if he knows anything about Scarlet’s friend by now.

She waves her hand vaguely. “Yeah, yeah; Mumbo said she was too nervous to join—or, well, Grian said that for her, but whatever—and Grian said she was—” she takes a bite of her apple and the last half of her sentence dissolves into gibberish with few recognizable sounds.

Doc raises his eyebrow.

Scarlet swallows the bite and chuckles sheepishly. “Sorry. Yeah, Grian said she’s been a Buttercup Scout before, but she got kicked out of her last troop.”

What.

Doc blinks. “Did she say why, or…?”

She shrugs. “I dunno what happened. But she wants to join our troop! So that’s two more members! And we only need three!” She looks up at him with pleading eyes. “You gotta take her, ‘cause Mumbo said she wouldn’t join without Grian! And no one I asked wanted to join! So!”

Curse those kitty eyes.

He ruffles her hair and smiles through the hesitation churning in his lungs. “I did say all we needed to form a troop was two more girls.” Scarlet cheers before Doc can say his next thought. “Did you get their parent’s phone numbers so I can call them?”

Her celebration stutters to a halt like a toy running out of batteries. She clears her throat and focuses very hard on her apple. “Um, no…? 

He can’t help but chuckle at the redness growing on her face. “Ask them tomorrow, and we’ll see where it goes, okay?”

“Okay!”

[emilija04acer]

Lackadaisy fanfics list <3

Recomendation>>>

Characters: Viktor, Mordecai, Nico, Seraphine

Lackadaisy Five by GreyRose24

Viktor Vasko’s first impression of Mordecai Heller is that Atlas has hired a scrawny kid to be his new partner. His second impression is that Atlas has hired a very irritating scrawny kid with something missing in either his head or his heart. Alternate title: five times Mordecai let the mask slip in front of Viktor and one time he didn't

Words:27,291

This is one of my favorites. I found it when I was searching for fics that had some focus on Mordechai's Jewish background. I like how the author depicted their relationship (not because it isn't romantic), they show genuine care for one another and I want to read more.

(If you like the ship see number 3)

This is the first part in a series of 5 works, I'd recommend this series.

2. Lackadaisy Communion by GreyRose24

The Savoy siblings’ first impression of Mordecai Heller was that Asa Sweet had handed them off to a rude bookkeeper to be their new leader. Their second impression was that the boss really needed to watch his back because their new colleague clearly had his own agenda in mind. Alternate title: four times the Savoys messed with Mordecai to get to know him better and one time they didn't. [Fluffy side story, fits around Lackadaisy Diable & Triad]

Words: 25,720

The final installment of this series was mentioned earlier. Even without reading the entire series, I found it possible to understand everything. I love fluff so this is the jam.

3. What Is This Feeling? by FOxFIRe_27

4 times Mordecai had some…confusing feelings about Viktor + one time it finally clicked.

Words:12,781

Actually wanted the 2 to be happy so it's a bit out of character, but it's sweet!

4. Frozen Hearts by meticulous-metzger (EdgeHedgeShads)

In an attempt to raise Viktor for a job without freezing his tail off, Mordecai decides to drive in the thick winter snow, only to have an accident. Irritated his young triggerman continues to be reckless, Atlas orders him out of the speakeasy and into Viktor's apartment to recover, leading to some awkward conversations, situations and a whole lot of bonding.

Words:5,948

Mordecai has an accident and Viktor takes care of him, Unfortunately uncompleted...

5. The Hotseat by meticulous-metzger (EdgeHedgeShads)

After a storage barn gets raided by a competitor, Mordecai and Viktor are sent out to wait for the perpetrators to make a second hit. Unfortunately, it's the middle of summer, and Mordecai isn't coping with the heat well.

Words:2,697

This one is a bit more... sweaty. Nothing too explicit, just the first kiss in the summer's heat. Again not finished... Damn!

6. Stopgap by Stariceling

Viktor and Mordecai look after each other, at least long enough for the bleeding to stop.

Words:2,223

A break from shipping, another platonic fic!

Mordecai took out his handkerchief again to finish the interrupted task of fastidiously cleaning the blood from his face. “That should suffice until you see a doctor.”

“No doctor,” Viktor muttered. “Alvays threatening to chop off legs.”

7. Lackadaisy Liaison by bubble_bees

Viktor couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment their relationship developed into this. It was natural. They gravitated around one another as if that’s what they’ve done all their life. Or: a look at Viktor & Mordecai's partnership, up until its rather violent end.

Words:2,143

The betrayal of getting kneecapped buy your dear friend. Poor Vik...

There should be more fics focusing on Viktor and Mordecai. On Viktor in general. Also on the Savoy siblings.

I know they aren't the main characters, it's to be expected but come on! Will I have to write? I want a fic in which Viktor gets an apology for being kneecapped into early retirement, well a longer fic than this>

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead by Lack-luster-daisy (cowgremlin) We are back to shipping.

Please write for the series! Finish them, please!!!

"Papa me want more movie!"

Why are there only 4 pages for Mordecai and Viktor (platonic) on AO3? Well looks like someone's got to change that.

[saelterlude]

I did a thing last year where I listed all of the fics I've written in 2023 to celebrate reaching 50k words and it was a fun thing to do. Which is why I'm doing it again this year!

So happy new year and welcome to sael's ao3 fic recap 2024! With a total of 69.201 words across 23 works. Link Click fics galore!

(listed in chronological order)

January

Like Dreaming of Angels (< 1k, Link Click)

Just a short "how Lu Guang sees Cheng Xiaoshi" fic based on the song "Angels" by The xx. Very light and feel good, read before bed type thing.

February

Shattered Reflections (14.5k, Link Click)

Power swap AU between Shiguang and the twins. I have to subtract 8k from the ao3 statistic because only the (6k long) last chapter was posted in 2024.

Softly, Brush it Back (< 1k, Link Click)

Another short domestic fluff fic of Cheng Xiaoshi dying Lu Guang's hair. Contains my personal LG with poliosis headcanon.

March

Time in a Tin Can (12k, Link Click)

My longest oneshot and an actual case fic! Also doubles as a camping fic! With tons of Link Click trio moments as well as Qiao Ling's dad! A bit of our heroes looking back at the events of S2.

The Right Word (1k, Link Click)

Humor sells, y'all. My most Kudo-ed fic of 2024 is just Qiao Ling asking "Who tf is Lu Guang to me?" for a thousand words. Go ahead and read to find out the answer!

The Bad Ending (2.7k, Link Click)

So right after a funny fic, I followed up with what's probably my saddest and most tragic fic. One that follows Lu Guang who is stuck in a timeline where both Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling has died. Read at your own risk. Oh, I'm also really proud at the non-linear narrative I did!

April

Us, In(tense) (3.4k, Link Click)

Everyone!! My favorite fic of they year, my Magnum Opus, is here. And it's just highschool Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang doing homework. What's angst and tragedy? Definitely none of that here. It's domestic fluff only. (I lied)

I join the Shiguang Fluff Week 2024 event thus the following 7 works are from there. Guaranteed fluff, ain't that nice? Though due to time constraint, they're not my most thought out or longest works.

Hour to Midnight (1k, Link Click)

Not gonna lie, probably my weakest fluff week entry? Just Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang on a case an hour before Cheng Xiaoshi's birthday.

Beachwalk (< 1k, Link Click)

Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi takes a walk on a beach, that's literally it. Nothing more, I don't know what else to add.

Blue of Your Eyes (1.3k, Link Click)

Confession fic? Does it count as a confession fic if the confession technically never happened? There's fluff, but the humor is more prevalent. LC Musical inspired.

Sent (< 1k, Link Click)

Highschool Cheng Xiaoshi writes (he does not send!) a letter to Lu Guang. It's for a school assignment. What should you write to your new friend about?

Familiari(tri) (1.7k, Link Click)

Just some hugs, hair ruffles, and kisses between Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, and Qiao Ling. Less shiguang, more LC main trio but fluff all the way!

Coma Berenices (2.4k, Link Click)

My personal favorite entry. Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang stargazes for a case. They search and ponders over constellations together. Coma Berenices is an actual constellation and is in fact my favorite constellation.

A Strip of Regret (1.7k, Link Click)

Once again, humor prevails. It's just shiguang on the tail end of their date deciding to go to a photobooth. Shenanigans ensues. Why wouldn't it? Cheng Xiaoshi literally has the ability to dive into that photobooth in the past.

May

Kick-off (2.6k, Link Click)

Pre-canon childhood shiguang anyone? Well here you have it. A chance encounter in a park only leads to more encounters. It's a good thing they like each other.

His to Believe (1.9k, Link Click)

Just answering the question. How did Lu Guang learns of Cheng Xiaoshi's missing parents. It's a good thing Qiao Ling is around.

July (Oops, I didn't write in June)

tick, tock (Goes The Grandfather's Clock) (1.6k, Link Click)

Long title, I know. Shiguang talks about a grandfather clock and I somehow connected it with Lu Guang's determination to save Cheng Xiaoshi.

August

It's All I Have (3.2k, Link Click)

Cheng Xiaoshi who realizes he's going to die decided he's going to give it all to Lu Guang and stops him from diving back in grief. It's uhh pretty domestic if you ignore like the last 300 words.

For the Soul (2.6k, Link Click)

It's literally just Cheng Xiaoshi cooking and eating chicken soup over and over again, through out the years.

September

Down to Zero. (2.6k, Link Click)

Okay, this one is also sad, though domestic. A countdown to Cheng Xiaoshi's death, though not in a way you might think.

October

In Ever-Changing You (8.1k, Link Click)

For the sgdlrminibang event where I hyperfocuses on keys and I compare those to many Cheng Xiaoshis across the timelines. With awesome art by Dx too!

Patri(steal) (8k, 2 chapters, DCMK)

Oh look, the only non LC fic I wrote this year, surprisingly one of my most beloved fic of this year. Kuroba Toichi and Kaito have an inheritance fight and the Kaitou Kid task force is sick of them. Kid task force and Kid (Jr.) feels here because I need more of those in my life. Toichi bashing.

November

If, (592, Link Click)

Just a short introspection into CXS's thoughts as he helps LG try to save himself (but not really himself? its him? in another timeline? he wont remember this evening he shared with LG. oh no, existentialism)

None from December I'm afraid, but here's to another great year of fic writing in 2025!!

[fangbangerghoul]

What Did I Get Myself Into?

My Time at Sandrock fic Fem!builder Ghoul x Owen Ghoul finds the confidence to try to socialize like the rest of the Sandrockians WC: 993 Chapter 1: Playdate?

New mini fic up and live on Ao3! Just like the previous one I am challenging myself to keep each chapter under 1000 words. I won't lie it's been a little hard. I always feel the urge to write 10 more paragraphs but have to stop myself.

Please enjoy the first chapter under the cut and feel free to click on the link within the title to show it love on Ao3!

The sun was baking the sweat against her skin as she dragged a pile of old dusty wood back towards her shop. This particular wood pile had a few boards in it that would prove to be quite useful to her for her current project. Once Ghoul was inside the fenced area of her home she gave in and dropped the heavy boards, letting them fall to the ground and trying to wipe some of the dust off her hands. It was still only nine in the morning but she felt done for the day. Ghoul wasn't sure why she decided to drag the boards across the desert like that and a part of her felt like she should have chopped them up into smaller pieces. 

She knew it didn't matter now because the deed was done and her lips and tongue felt as dry as the area that surrounded her. Ghoul pushed her green bangs out of her face and looked out towards the Blue Moon Saloon that was basically her only neighbor. She could see the faint build of Owen and he seemed to be waving out towards her. She felt flutters in her stomach, anxious and unsure if he was waving at her or not. She gave a small shy wave back. 

Owen seemed to do a different motion with his hands now. She couldn't quite tell from this far but it was enough to beckon her forth. She looked around herself trying to decide whether she should pack up the wooden boards or not but ultimately decided that they would be fine where they were for now. 

Ghouls feet lead her to the saloon and Owen was standing there beaming at her as she walked up. 

“I hope you aren't working yourself too hard in the morning.” The warmth of his voice caused the redness in her cheeks. “I must admit I slept in today but if you've been out for a while already care to come in for a drink?” 

“I think I can afford to stop for a moment.” She said sheepishly. She always was a bit angry at herself for how small she felt around him and how easy it was to suddenly not know how to speak. It wasn't his fault, directly at least. 

“I have a few commissions I need to finish before the evening but I must admit I am thirsty.” Her tongue licked her lips subconsciously as she said this to him and she couldn't help that her eyes were focused on the bulkiness of his broad shoulders. Thankfully she thought he didn't notice. 

“I won't hold you up for too long then.” He winked at her, flashing a toothy grin. She followed his lead as he held the door open for her and stayed close behind. The saloon smelt of the usual fresh herbs, cooked food, and oak wood. Owen went ahead behind the counter and started to grab glasses to fill. Ghoul reached into her pocket and grabbed some gols to pay him. 

“Don't you dare.” He warned her playfully. The large glass full of root beer was ready on the counter. “You can come and buy some dinner tonight but this drink is on the house.” 

Ghoul looked at him suspiciously, always feeling slightly uncomfortable when he gave her things for free. She was never sure how to repay him and no matter what she gifted him, his response was always the same. It had gotten to the point where she made a little game out of it for herself and started to give him random pieces of old parts and berries. 

“You're too kind.” Was all she could manage and as she sipped on her foamy glass he sipped on his own. His eyes always seemed to stay glued on her when they were within proximity, watching to see if she enjoyed herself. She placed her glass down after drinking half of it down. It coated her throat with cool sugary sweetness. 

“Would you…” Ghoul began, tapping her index finger on her glass handle. She was trying to find the courage and the words for what she wanted to ask. “Would you want to hang out today?” 

She regretted it as soon as she said it, the vulnerability of it. Asking for companionship was something she didn't do very often and she expected him to say he was busy today anyway. There was even a small part of her that did wish he would reject her offer so maybe her face would stop flushing when he spoke to her or the flips her stomach would perform would cease to be. She finally looked at him after asking and his brows were raised in surprise and his mouth slightly parted. Ghoul wondered if he was trying to find a gentle way to reject the request. 

“Yeah, I would love that.” He spoke with a small sigh as if the pressure within him finally spewed over like steam within an engine. “I think Grace can take over for a few hours. It has been awhile since someone asked me to spend the day with them.” 

Her heart faltered for a moment before revving back up to its regular beat. She was surprised and now even more anxious because she hadn't fully expected him to accept nor was she sure what in the hell she could take them to do. There were those commissions she had to finish and deliver and perhaps he would be willing to give her company during that. She chugged the rest of her drink before letting the glass fall back to the counter then wiped the foam off of her mouth. 

“Well…um..let’s head out when you are ready then.” She tried to sound confident but she was still bewildered that he even agreed to her offer. 

“After you builder.” Owen gave the willful command as he put both their used glasses behind the counter. 

[rosanna-writer]

Fictional (2/3)

HUGE thank you to @azrielshadowssing for organizing another ACOTAR writing circle! This is my first time writing Nessian, part two of the fic started by @mercarimari. I was so excited to continue a story that was already DELIGHTFULLY meta; you can find part one here, and mine is under the cut.

Summary: Nesta has always hidden herself in books. Most if not all of her real life relationships had ended in fire and chaos. She was an expert in self destruction after all. But when a birthday gift from her sister brings a touch of magic to the world, and a piece of fiction into her reality--- Could things really change for the better? 

No. Absolutely not. There was no way this stranger really was a man who'd just stepped out of a book, even if he did know her name. That was beyond absurd—Nesta thought she should have been worried someone had spiked her drink if she'd actually thought he could be a fictional character come to life.

"Do I know you?" she said.

Even though her tone was cold enough to freeze the surface of the sun, the man just kept grinning at her. "I think you know exactly who I am. Does Nesta Archeron's Unlikely Night ring a bell?"

The fact that he knew her name and the title of the book Elain had given her should have sent her running. He had to be some kind of stalker, one who might have gone through her things.

But he was also the most attractive man in this bar by a mile, and Nesta wouldn't be here if her sense of self-preservation was fully intact.

"Then cut the crap and tell me who you are and what you want from me."

That smile of his faltered for just a second. "Nes, it's Cassian. Do— Do you not know who I am?"

"If you are who I think you are, then I'm not nearly drunk enough for this conversation."

Nesta wasn't sure what she expected, but not for him to laugh or the way the sound of it warmed her. There was no mocking edge to it, and she found herself wanting to hear it again.

"That makes two of us."

Nesta stared at him over the rim of her glass, one eyebrow arched. "Does it?"

"Yes. I've spent most of the day trying to figure out how to get back home," he said, raking a hand through his long hair. If he wasn't really a book character come to life, he was certainly insane, but a traitorous part of Nesta wished it was her hand doing that, just so she could see if his hair was as soft as it looked.

"Home?"

He gave her a look as if to say that she knew exactly what he meant, as preposterous as it was that his home could actually be the pages of a book. Nesta opened her mouth to say something in response, but the sharp sound of microphone feedback cut her off.

Whatever terrible local band was playing at the bar that night was about to begin their set.

"We should move this conversation somewhere a bit quieter," Nesta said, then cringed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She hadn't intended for it to sound like such a come-on.

Cassian smiled at her again, and there was a hunger in his eyes that Nesta was all too familiar with. And well, hadn't she come here to find a bastard who'd look at her just like that?

"Moving a bit fast, aren't you, Nes? I didn't take you for that kind of girl."

Nesta scowled as she reached for her purse to pay the tab. Her voice was low and dangerous as she hissed, "You don't know a single thing about me."

When she was finished, Cassian left the bar with her. Nesta half-expected to feel a possessive hand on the exposed skin of her back, but Cassian just walked beside her, keeping a respectful distance. The only thing she felt was the cold night air.

Nesta led the way to a park a couple of blocks away, somewhere they could sit and talk without having to shout. For a long moment, the only sound was her heels clicking against the pavement. But when it was clear Cassian seemed intent on following her lead, she said, "You owe me an explanation. Start explaining, then."

Cassian ran his hand through his hair again, something that she remembered him constantly doing throughout the book. To Nesta, it had been a clear sign the book needed a better editor—the author had the same three overused gestures the characters made constantly.

"To be honest, that's what I was hoping you could help with. Everything back home was normal, but when I woke up this morning, I knew I wasn't there. Something brought me here," Cassian said.

He paused as they waited for a light to change, but Nesta didn't say anything, just crossed her arms. Even if what Cassian was saying was true (which she doubted), there was nothing she could help with.

"Everything was just so much more…vivid. I knew I had to be in the real world. And since the other Nesta—my Nesta—was based on someone real, I figured my best bet was to try and find you," Cassian continued.

Nesta couldn't hold back a sneer at the mention of the version of her that existed in the book. Cassian had probably been expecting someone sweet, friendly, and shy—not a shark out for blood at a dive bar.

At least he'd been nice enough not to voice his disappointment. It was better treatment than she deserved.

"And now what?" Nesta said, sinking down onto the nearest bench as they arrived at the park. This late, it was mostly deserted. Other than a few other couples out for a stroll and a man walking his dog, they were alone. "I don't have anything for you."

Cassian sighed. "I don't know. Could I at least see the book? Obviously, I know the plot, but I've actually never seen the cover."

That, at least, she could do for him. Nesta hadn't bothered to take the book out of her bag before she'd left for the bar, so she pulled it out and handed it to him. At the sight of the cover—a stock photo of a muscular, shirtless man—Cassian grimaced.

"Is that supposed to be me?" he said.

"Looks like it."

It was a shame they were out in public because Nesta would have liked nothing more than to get his shirt off to compare. It was clear Cassian was muscular under the jean jacket he was wearing, but Nesta wanted to see for herself. As baffling as this all was, the man was still gorgeous.

As Cassian flipped through the pages and skimmed, Nesta took the opportunity to ogle him a bit. That strong jawline just begged for her to run a finger from one end to the other, and this close, she could spot the green flecks in his hazel eyes.

She watched as his grimace became more pronounced the more he read. Eventually, he shut the book with a shake of his head. "Damn Nes," he said, "I didn't realize the writing was so bad. That smut is…." He trailed off as if he didn't have a word to describe it.

Privately, Nesta agreed, though she'd never admit that anywhere there was even the slightest chance that it might get back to Elain. Her sister wasn't a big reader, and the gift was thoughtful, in a way.

Instead, she just said coolly, "The book didn't mention anything about you reading smut. What made you such an expert?"

Cassian shrugged. "You get curious about what's going on in the other books in your genre, and I'm not as much of a meathead as I look."

"Tell me the last five books you read," Nesta commanded, the challenge clear in her voice.

Cassian listed them off without hesitation, and when he was done, Nesta had to admit to herself that he really was just as much of a romance reader as her. It caught her off-guard—she was used to being mocked for it, especially by men. But the jibes about too-perfect shirtless men and velvet-wrapped steel never came.

Instead, she found herself swapping recommendations with a man who'd stepped out of a book, but the most unbelievable part was how well their tastes aligned. They shared some favorite authors, re-read the same scenes over and over, and got irritated by the same tired tropes and turns of phrase.

But as the night dragged on and the temperature dropped, Nesta started to shiver in her short, open-backed dress. She put on a brave face, even as her teeth chattered.

Cassian pulled his jacket off and handed it to her. Nesta didn't take it. "Are you familiar with the saying 'a ho doesn't get cold'?" she said.

"It's yours if you want it," Cassian said, dropping the jacket in her lap. It was still warm from the heat of him. "But at least let me get you home safe."

If he wanted to go back to her place and fuck her, Nesta wished he'd just be honest about it. Keeping her out of the cold, making sure she got home safely—it was the kind of care she didn't deserve. Maybe he didn't realize that.

"I can get home on my own," she said, tossing the jacket back at him. Cassian snatched it out of the air before it smacked him in the face.

"You can," he said, "but you don't have to. And I want to know you're alright. It's late."

He just seemed so genuine; Nesta didn't know what to make of it. Everything about him was so unlike the men who just wanted her for a quick fuck.

She sighed. "Alright. Come home with me, then."

Cassian's shoulders slumped in relief as Nesta called a cab. Once they were up and moving, she warmed up a little bit. Cassian walked next to her, hands in his pockets.

"You're so different from her," he said, half to himself.

Nesta had no idea who he could possibly be talking about. "Her?" "The Nesta I know from the book. "

"I'm sure you want to get back to her," Nesta said, crossing her arms. She braced herself for a mention of how much he missed the sweet, shy girl from the book.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "Not really," he said. "Not after meeting you. Sure, you've got some rough edges she doesn't, but that makes you real. Nothing compares to that."

Nesta didn't know what to say. Cassian was looking at her with a little bit of awe, and no one ever looked at her like that. For once, she was too thrown off to find the words for a typical bitter reply.

Before she really understood what she was doing, Nesta was reaching for his face and pulling it down to hers. Cassian's lips were just as soft as the book as described, and the kiss was gentle.

But Nesta Archeron didn't do gentle.

She slid her hands back from his face, tangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled just a bit. For half a second, she thought he might yelp and step back, but it just seemed to draw him in more. The hands that had settled on her hips pulled them closer, so her body was flush with his. As Cassian's tongue swept into her mouth, Nesta decided she could stay here forever.

But a sharp honk from the taxi they hadn't noticed arrived jolted them back to reality. "You're staying the night," Nesta declared as she opened the car door.

Cassian didn't argue, though he had the good sense not to mention just yet that he was already considering ways he could stay for a hell of a lot longer than just the night.

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️She’s Got An Army Of Saints Armed With Her Prayers

Pairing: Johnny Cage/Kuai Liang Length: 1714 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern Fantasy AU, Guardian Angel!Kuai Liang, Child!Cassie Cage, Ward!Cassie Cage, Attempted Kidnapping, Mild Violence, Mild Gore, Cassie get’s a tiny bit of responsibility and immediately tries to misuse it because she’s a kid with 0 impulse control, Johnny is very confused for the majority of this fic AU-Gust 2024 Day 21: Guardian

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: Can you believe there’s only 10 more days of AU-Gust? Because I can’t lol. Anyway, this is another one where I admittedly switched out the original prompt for a joker because no matter how hard I tried, I just could not come up with an idea I liked for the original. 😭 Title is from Tell Them That She’s Not Scared by Envy On The Coast.

Johnny barrelled into the room, placing Cassie on the floor and slamming the door shut. He quickly made for the chest of drawers, pushing it to block the entrance. Then he glanced around, trying to figure out where in the manor he was. It looked like some sort of small temple, a room in some way used for worship. He clicked his tongue, realising all the windows were barred up.

Even worse, their pursuers began to bang on the door, so there was no way out where they came from.

There’s got to be another way out. He ran over to one of the windows, yanking on the bars hoping one would give. It was wishful thinking really. He looked over to where Cassie was. The little girl was on her knees, hands clasped in front of her like she was praying. She was in front of a statue of a winged man, holding a shield and spear.

“Cass, what are you doing?” He asked, desperately trying to keep his voice low. Even with all the banging and the fact they clearly knew they were in here, he didn’t want them hearing.

“Mr. Raiden said if something happens, we should pray to the statue and it will protect us.” Of course Raiden said that. The lord of the manor was a pretty spiritual man, it seemed very on brand for his answer to be prayer.

The chest of drawers suddenly jerked, and Johnny dashed across to grab Cassie. As he did, the bandits finally stormed the room, and he turned to face them. There were three of them, two he recognised as Jarek and Tremor, and the third in the middle was Kano, their leader.

“G’day mate,” Kano greeted casually, holding up a knife towards Johnny and Cassie. “I’m gonna need your lil’ girl now, if you don’t mind.”

“Touch my daughter and I’ll punch your dick so hard your balls explode,” Johnny warned, holding Cassie close with one arm, and using the other to make a punching motion.

“Ey, don’t blame me for this! Blame your ex-wife!” Kano twirled the knife in his hand as he approached. “She ain’t givin’ up on her attempts to hunt me down, so y’know…Desperate times lead to desperate measures and all that.”

Johnny’s eyes darted around, trying to search for a possible way out of this. As his eyes landed on Jarek, he noticed the bandit was staring behind Johnny, an extremely confused look on his face. Johnny didn’t want to look away in case Kano took the chance to attack.

“Uh, boss?” Jarek finally brought up, pointing towards the statue. “Is it just me or is that thing’s eyes glowing?”

Johnny wasn’t about to fall for that, until he noticed both Kano and Tremor looking towards the statue and their eyes widening. Johnny finally chanced a glance himself, he found that Jarek was right. The statue's eyes had a faint blue glow to them.

There was a loud crashing sound, as the statue began to crack. Johnny had no idea what was happening but he didn’t want any of the stones to crush Cassie. So he darted to one side, just as the stone began to crumble. When out the way, he turned to look at what was happening, and was shocked at what he saw.

The statue was gone, and in its place was a winged human with a shield and spear.

Before Johnny could really take in what was happening, the former statue darted forward. He tried to strike Kano who quickly ducked out of the way. This seemed to spring Jarek and Tremor to life. They attempted to strike the statue, but found themselves swiftly blocked with the shield. The statue used his shield to push them both back, before once more swiping the spear at them.

This time, he managed to just about catch Jarek, who let out a short hurt yell. As he stumbled backwards, he looked down to see his torso slashed open and bleeding. The statue took this as a chance to strike again, this time jabbing the spear forward, with such force it was driven straight through Jarek’s chest.

“Fuck this,” Kano growled, as the statue pulled the spear out of Jarek. Tremor ran over grabbing Jarek and throwing him over his shoulder. Kano pointed at Johnny. “This ain’t over Cage!”

And like the cowards they were, they ran. All it took was some vaguely magical being that was a far more skilled fighter than they were. Well… Johnny supposed that was actually understandable.

The statue watched them go, as if he was trying to judge if it was worth chasing them. Eventually, he stood down, deciding it was better to just let them go.

He turned around to face Johnny and Cassie. Johnny felt himself instinctively hold Cassie a little closer. Just because the statue had come to their defence initially, it didn’t mean it would stay that way.

“Miss Cassandra Carlton,” the statue addressed, stepping forward ever so slightly. “I have heard your call for protection, and I have granted it.” Wait. So. The prayer worked? What the hell is Raiden doing with a statue like that? “I am Song Kuai Liang, your guardian, from now until you take your final breath.” Kuai Liang got down onto one knee, bowing his head low. “I am at your service.”

“Oh, cool,” Cassie squealed in excitement. “Can you make me a sandwich?”

“As you wish, Miss Cassandra.”

“Wait- Wait- No. No!” He addressed that at both of them. Partially to stop Kuai Liang from actually going through with Cassie’s request and partially because he had so many questions. “Okay. I’m her Father, can I get some context as to what the hell is going on?”

“I am a guardian angel,” Kuai Liang answered, like he didn’t understand where Johnny’s confusion came from. “Your daughter is my ward, Mr. Cage.”

“Right. No. Sorry that doesn’t explain anything,” Johnny sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “So. Cassie prayed to your statue for protection, and now you’re… What? Gonna protect her for the rest of her life?”

“If you wish to put it in such simple terms, yes.” Kuai Liang’s wings flapped ever so slightly. “The statue, as you so put it, was me in a hibernation state. Awaiting someone to call on me to be their protector.”

“I see…” Johnny kind of understood. He still had many questions. He could probably ask them later, but for now, he decided to try with the one he found most perplexing. “Okay, so, the guy who owns this place, Raiden, had your statue here. And the guy clearly knew what you were and how to summon you, given he told Cassie what to do. So… Why didn’t he summon you himself?”

“I cannot say, I am not Mr. Raiden,” Kuai Liang stated matter of factly, and Johnny mentally kicked himself because… Yeah. He probably wouldn’t know. If the statue thing was him being in hibernation, then he probably wasn’t conscious enough to have any idea.

“Right. Okay. Well. I think we need to go find Raiden then,” Johnny claimed as he began to carry Cassie towards the door. “Because I really wanna know what the fuck is going on.”

“Is that what you wish for, Miss Cassandra?” Kuai Liang asked, following after them.

“Well… I’d prefer the sandwich,” she muttered, pouting slightly. “But if Daddy wants to see Mr. Raiden then I guess we should do that.”

“I see,” Kuai Liang hummed thoughtfully. “Then we will do as Mr. Cage has requested.”

“I mean, I am her father,” Johnny pointed out again. “You should probably refer to me about certain things, before you act on them.”

“Such as?” Kuai Liang asked, tilting his head like he did not understand. Maybe he hadn’t been a protector for a child before, and didn’t know how little self control they had.

“Like, if she asks you to do something stupid like… I dunno… Let her stay up all night.”

That declaration was met with a huff from Cassie as she muttered “dammit.”

“Yeah, I know what you’re like, young lady, and no supernatural guardian is gonna stop you from having a bedtime.”

Kuai Liang looked between them, still clearly not really understanding. Johnny sighed, he tried to think of a way to explain.

“How about this, if she gives you an order that doesn’t relate to her direct safety, maybe just run it past me first, okay?” He didn’t mind Kuai Liang doing things if she was at risk. Protecting her was Johnny’s first priority after all, and if Kuai Liang could help with that, then he’d take everything he could, especially with Kano’s desire for revenge against Sonya. He just didn’t want Cassie abusing her powers to get things like extra cake, making Kuai Liang do embarrassing things or things that could get either of them into trouble.

“I… See…” Kuai Liang nodded thoughtfully, pursing his lips. “If she gives me orders I do not understand, I will ask you first.”

“Good man.”

“Jonathan, Cassandra, there you are,” Raiden’s voice called to them, and they looked just in time to see him running down the corridor. “I’m so relieved you are alright. Did you-” Raiden came to a complete pause, mouth open when he spotted who was with them. “Kuai Liang…”

“Lord Raijin?” Kuai Liang questioned.

Lord Raijin? As in the Shinto thunder god? Just 20 minutes ago he’d have found the idea preposterous, but with everything that just happened? And standing next to a man who came out of a statue?

Raiden being a god was somehow not the weirdest revelation today.

“I think you have some explaining to do, Lord Raijin,” Johnny claimed, narrowing his eyes a little bit.

Raiden sighed in defeat and nodded. “Indeed, I do owe you that much.” He moved to the side and gestured. “This way, I will tell you everything over tea and cake.”

Johnny grumbled, but still went to follow. Meanwhile Cassie had heard the word cake and had gotten excited. Kuai Liang followed along silently, looking concerned about something. Johnny wasn’t sure what that was about. Honestly he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Raiden better have a damned good explanation for all this.

[lennsart]

This Is Starting To Feel Like Bullying please

Fjfkkdkfidi ok so a little context :

- The title isn't referring to anything in the wip, it's just that I kept writing whump, and since Legend is my favourite character it was CONSISTENTLY him getting in troubles, and it was starting to feel like bullying.

I didn't put a lot of my old whumps in this wips list, but I thought this one was surprisingly well written and earned its place here ! (when I say old it's like the end of last year, I was just starting to write for the fandom)

- When I read short fics, especially during events like whumptober, I often crave for the aftermath. I know the authors often didn't even plan what would happen next, but especially with whumps, I want to know how the characters would recover from the terrible things that happened to them ! How the others would react ! And sometimes, when I read whump and I really really want an aftermath, well, I write something.

ALL THAT TO SAY, I am sorry if you expected something silly, but "This is starting to feel like bullying" is a wip that is about a torture aftermath 😬

There is nothing happening on screen, only the result, but still, it is kind of grim.

I don't know how much I should tell about it... I have to admit I've stopped working on it a while ago, but I'm mostly keeping it as a wip because I feel like I could rework it for a Whumptober prompt !

If you'd like me to go into more details you can ask ! It's the first time I'm talking about my wips so I'm not sure how much I should share gfnjgnjfgfjjn

I'm going to put a snippet under the cut, but be warned, it stops right before the good part lmao (it's the very beginning, I just like how it started) !

“ - Don't think we haven't noticed, ” The traveler hissed, bitter.

His arms were crossed, his brows frowned, and he looked like he was barely stopping himself to just walk away.

“ - What ? ” Twilight asked, genuinely lost.

Hyrule clicked his tongue in annoyance, and scowled at him.

“ - That you're on babysitting duty. ”

The affirmation made Wind roll his eyes and Four turn to him, indignant.

“ - What, you don't think I'm right ? ” Hyrule said to the two younger heroes. “ They think Lege is in the other spot ! They sent us here because we don't know in what state we're going to find him ! Time looked like he had swallowed vinegar when he swapped Wild with Twilight, and it was just because he had the slate. ”

They decided to check the two simultaneously, because they wanted to get their friend back as soon as possible, but one place clearly made more sense than the other.

Unfortunately, Twilight was pretty sure the traveler had a point, there. They had two leads concerning where their veteran was trapped.

One would be practical and discreet, and was closer to where Legend had last been seen.

The other had one witness, who hadn't been convinced himself that what he saw was important.

And Warriors and Time had not so subtly suggested to send all the younger heroes on the probable red herring.

Wild had argued that they'd probably need to stay in contact, and Wind and him had to be in two different teams.

Then, Twilight had felt burning and emphatic looks thrown his way, and he nicely suggested to go with the younger team.

They were supposed to check quickly, call the others when they were done, and go directly to them after. 

Wind was fine with the plan : he just wanted to find Legend as soon as possible, and the lead was worth being checked.

Hyrule and Four... Weren't as thrilled.

Twilight felt just the tiniest spark of relief upon seeing he had one ally in this.

“ - What does it matter ? ” Four shrugged, irritated. “ Let's just do this quickly, and then we'll get to the others. 

  - I don't understand what's with you two, ” Wind declared, staring at his friends. “ We need to check there anyway, right ? If it's empty, well, the others probably got him out ! How is that a problem ? ”

“ - The problem isn't whether we find Legend or not, ” Hyrule explained. “ The problem is that the captain and the old man sent us on the less probable lead because we're younger. ”

He threw a pointed look at Twilight.

“ Tell me I'm wrong. ”

The rancher sighed. He hated this debate, and currently resented Warriors for putting him in this situation.

Twilight rolled his eyes (but not without a smile).

“ - If I'm being honest, I think you're right, ” he admitted. “ But like Wind said, we need to check what's going on here anyway. What's dumb is that Wars really made it sound like the vet was in the other spot, and promptly sent y'all here with me. 

  - So you agree that you're babysitting us, ” Four commented with a smirk.

“ - Both of you have to remember we're not doing a useless job just to keep you occupied, ” he declared, putting a hand on the two boys' shoulders. “ We're going to find him no matter what, but  we need to check that house. ”

At that, Hyrule's shoulders shrunk just a bit. He looked less angry, and more... Miserable, frankly.

“ - I'm so worried, ” he admitted, and rubbed his face with both his hands.

Twilight pat his shoulder twice.

“ - Me too. But we're here for him, alright ? ”

[unusuallysized-nsfw]

A Tradgedy In Mint. Part (1)

A Pony Vore RP Turned Narrative Fic!

(Alt Text: A Tradgedy In Mint Part 1)

This Story Splits at a pivitol moment, Will he be nommed simply, or will things get silly...

YOU SHALL DECIDE!

Mismatch found himself in a rather precarious situation that evening. a series of unimportant events leading to the focus of our tale. As the pastel green stallion ended up the size of a chocolate chip chunk on the roof of an icecream parlour, he blinked dazedfrom the teleportation before slipping, tumbling down and landing in somebody's bowl o mint chip icecream...

Princess Luna, having had an eventful trip to ponyville, was glad to have a chance to enjoy a moment during the late afternoon, sure, she'd need to raise the moon soon, but that was a bit off yet, and she had her icecream now. After today, that was her focus for the moment.

She Quickly glanced around, nopony was gawking, nopony had their cameras? Even that little thin colt who looks like he could use a child or two to gobble, she mused to herself. Feather Freight? Was that his name? Oh well. Icecream.

Sighing, she dug out a bite with her spoon and staring off at far off canterlot, she brought it up, having narrowly missed Mismatch with the first spoonful, and as she brought it into her mouth, was being pleasently surprised at the quality... given its only a local Ponyville shoppe.

Mismatcg rubbed his head, as he looked at the cold green expanse surrounding him. It was he mused, nearly neigh, actually completely identical in color to himself.

"It tastes of mint...huh..." as he tried to move he found himself sinking in more, as a big no, huge silver object dug into the terrain near him he was utterly caught off gaurd. However in it's brief reflection things became clear, as he saw blue... and as he looked up, way up to see her

"... it's not... it couldn't be." but yes there she was plain as day, beautiful as night, filling his sky almost as if she were the moon itself.

He tried not to gawk...it wasn't polite in the slightest, especially for somepony so decadent. Now it was no secret....well it was, that mismatch had always found the night princess beautiful since the day he saw her, but this was certainly not how he pictured their meeting, an overwhelming surprise infact. What was she doing in ponyville? Why was she so...big...as big as a he imagined a goddess should be? He shook his head snapping out of it the stupor.

Just in time to witness her eating. Eating his surroundings and only then it clicked...everything clicked. and he began to panic...

Luna, gave a brief shudder from the coldness, and arched her back in a certainly princessly fashion, she skipped where a yawn would be, instead giving a perhaps not cold, but slightly distant smile, a hint of that icecream on her top lip, which she idly licked away.

Going in for a second spoonfull she captured the larger part of the mound Mismatch was in, though, and perhaps thankfully, he slid off back into the bowl, on top of the second scoop, almost like a cherry on top if irony were allowed. The coldness numbed his body, making movements sluggish at best, perhaps nigh impossible were he buried as he was only a moment ago.

"Truly, quite divine for such a small town. Perhaps I shall give this creamery a reccomendation to my sister..."

She idly ate the next spoonful, smiling happily.

"oh jeez oh jeez"

he trembled, and shuddered, wondering why the heck his horn was being so stupid as to short out NOW of all times. Of course even if he were to yell, which he had considered doing, it'd had done him no good. His size wasn't big enough to even register as a cricket or mouse squeak. So as the spoon returned he found himself being lifted up...

"oh Luna...Princess Damnit, this can't be happening, Please don't!!" he shouted.

Though of course, it'd fall on deaf ears. The irony of using her name as an expression and her title as a pronoun is sort of lost on him as he tumbles off the mound and into the cream again... now too cold to even move.

"if she doesn't notice me...I'm...this is it."

His eyes widened as he looked up at her, and then for a moment, just a solitary moment he considered if such a sacrifice could be considered noble...before blinking and trying ineffectively to move as her voice boomed loudly, like the canterlot voice, but somehow softer, more refined, yet as gruff as would be expected of a Princess... the words less important than the sound which calm him rather than scare... he wonders how any of this is even possible.

"Lovely...!"

This was it, it seemed. The spoon heading down, grabbing the "ground" out from under Mismatch, and with him firmly planted in it this time. Breaking free from the main mass, the spoon and its contents made their way up to Luna's mouth, her not having glanced at the bowl in all this time, as if it beneath her notice, or that perhaps she has such confidence nopony would be foolish enough to attempt something, today of all days.

*Stopping for a tantalizing moment, she arched her back again, and this time did yawn, a literal breath of warm, moist air being a surprisingly cold comfort to the tiny morsel...er i mean pony.

With his fur literally blown back, the warmth both, terrifying and of course, comforting, he found himself staring down at his doom. Saliva dripping and strands of it reflected in the afternoon light. it was almost kind of amusing, just how...normal it seemed for one of such regality to be as gross a eater as anyone else. A pink monster gaurded the entrance to tartarus, and the gates... pearly and white as the moon itself. The juxtaposition of these themes, and of the comfort of this particular predator and the fear of imminent demise. It would almost be poetic... but he knew what was coming next not a scream nor a struggle had done anything on the ride up... nor would it on his ride down he imagined. He felt however briefly, if this is how his story ends, at least "I got one last literal scoop... of the night princesse's inside story"

He chuckled, he was crying but laughing and taking it in stride... Perhaps he was merely trying to find peace among it all but if he was he'd not think of it that way. As he was warmed by her breath and gazed at her maw, he almost gained an apreciation for its intricacies...he wondered if his inclusion would provide any extra nourishment, or flavour... if he was to go down unable to fight, he at least hoped his sacrifice would be somewhat worth it.

Time for him had slowed... as he looked at her lips he chuckled about how he was sure many a stallion would love to be this close to them... humour was all he had now.

Indeed he thought all this, all these idle, intrusive thoughts, reflective of his namesake. One after the other with no segues, between them. this was normal even if nothing of the situation itself was... He idly remembered how he'd escaped previous scrapes like this one... but knew none of those tactics could be used here, not even in self defense would they be worth the price. She was a practical goddess and he was just a silly 'modern' historian.

Besides... as he braced himself for the inevitable, got lost in her deep tealishblue eyes... looking off and away, there was no malice...she'd never even know.

Princess Luna's yawn having finished, her lips having smacked, the spoon brought to her lips, where Mismatch was briefly smacked by the upper lip as they came closing down around the spoon, pressing him between her lip and holding him tight as the spoon slid easily from underneath him, it was as if he'd recieved the world's largest kiss from a goddess herself! <3

Clearly she was not much of a chewer when it came to her ice cream, as she moved her tongue around, coating it and her mouth in the frozen treat, tickling the bottom of his hooves and...0h...

As he remained pressed between her mile wide lips. Luna, from the sounds she was making, was clearly enjoying some of the best icecream she'd had in a long time.

Mismatch couldn't help but sort of enjoy this, His mind at relative ease, letting it all play out, the lack of chewing had certainly did no favours toward snapping him out of whatever this blissful self sacrifice nonsense was. And when she kissed him! Though he knew she didn't truly, And then licked his hooves! he shuddered..this was an incredibly eye opening experience for the little pony.

oh. she just... .oh.

(MALE SEXUAL MOMENT AHEAD)

Mismatch snapped to and panicked trying to hold back the indecency that her innocent toungue had wrought upon him, but it was useless... and a little more cream was added to her dessert than probabbly intended, But to his credit he had tried and was feeling terrible about it.

(MOMENT ENDS HERE)

His Guilt was misplaced as it was almost certainly unnoticed at his miniscule size, the larger part of the icecream was swallowed, and she proceeded to lick her lips, bringing him in, and perhaps fortunately, caught him under her tongue when she swallowed the rest. As she went for the last real spoonful, her tongue was at rest on...what was certainly a piece of chocolate that'd melt in a moment anyway~

A few Words were spoken between this, and a head nod was felt, but nothing that'd be understandable considering Mismatch's predicament.

Mismatch, however, having been placed in a considerably less dangerous but still frightful situation. Tried his horn again. Sparks n bzzts. he sighed, alas whatever had shrunk him had also fried him. He struggled physically a bit but feeling the warmth of the slick yetvelvety toungue above him like a blanket, and the oddly silky gums beneath him he began feeling rather tired.

Yet his adrenaline and fight or flight instincts despite what his concious mind may have thought refused to give in. She still had some icecream to go so maybe he'd be caught in the next go round.. or maybe somepony speaking to her would be the perfect time for him to try and get out of this... as he found himself becoming ever so slightly bigger. not nearly noticeable.. or perhaps very ignorable, he was now still small enough to swallow whole, but also large enough to maybe fight back if need be!

and yet try as he might he remained stuck in his position.. Bathed in saliva like a chocolate chip only slightly smaller than a tooth.

For Luna, for whatever had transpired within, it didn't much slow the minty eventuality that was the last incoming spoonful. Pressed and swished and rolled around with it, having been jarred loose by the initial bite, he was at his last real chance to do anything before the inevitable happens to the icecream and to him. Still, it was quite disorienting, getting rolled around and practically licked all over by a tongue the size of a truck.

Mismatch made what he feared may be his final attempt as he proceed dizzingly toward the princess's maw, calling her name, over the sound of her breathing and distant but omnipresent heartbeat, he managed to knock on her teeth, but the resulting lack of feedback tells him it may not have even been something she felt. Curse her good dental hygiene...had she more cavities he'd be out of here fine! Just like the time with the succubi. But for now he had to rely on hopes truly just hope was all he had as he contiued fighting against the toungue to be noticed. Slipping and falling... his mind had decided to agree with his adrenaline... if they could make it out, they were going to, if they couldnt... she enjoyed him at least.

HOWS THIS GONNA END?

A. Exactly how youd think (Just Nomz)

B. With A Surprising Turn of events (silly character building...and noms)

[aelaer]

“Nobody asked about my writing” meme

Thanks for the tag, @tea-understands :) Thankfully I have a small handful of folks who ask me about such things but I do love these memes.

 1: what are you currently working on? 

The Big Boy Fic! The finale of Earth-197320, which I'm 99% certain I am calling Above the Shadows. And I'll have a fun update on Write Every Day June in a couple days.

2: summarize your current project 

It's the fifth and final fic in a series that I started 4 years ago from an anonymous prompt sent to @amethyst-noir. I really clicked with it and she gave me her blessing to pursue it as a full-fledged fic, and here we are today.

Here's my first stab at a proper summary that I wrote for this questionnaire (tell me what you think y'all??):

2019 starts off in crisis-mode as rifts within the borders of reality begin spiraling out of control, drawing the resources of the Masters of the Mystic Arts thin. Tony now juggles the problems of a suddenly-absent Stephen, keeping his work with the sorcerers a secret, and Pepper's uncertain future. Stephen does what he can to maintain the stability of reality while keeping the promises he made. And somewhere out there, the other Stephen Strange is still hiding, putting his own plans into play.

3: summarize your current project poorly 

An author split up what should have been a single work into five separate stories because she wanted to fulfill Bingo cards in 2019, leading to a series that the readers are probably going to need to reread because there's so much detail in Fic 5 that calls back to stuff that happened in Fics 1-4. Fics 1-3 match the length of Fic 4, and Fic 5 is well over the length of Fics 1-4 combined, making for even poorer fic splitting choices. Whoops.

4: describe your favorite character or characters

I mean. Do I really need to? If you're on my blog you know who my faves are.

I guess quick summary as they are in the series in particular:

Stephen Strange: Has an enormous guilt complex that he's been working through a lot. He got better with the help of new friends. His work has endeared them to him quite a bit.

Wong: Has taken a leadership role, but not the title of Sorcerer Supreme for reasons not yet established to the readers. Carries his own secrets. Excellent poker face, but not emotionless.

Tony Stark: Has been blatantly ignoring the Accords ever since he went against Ross's back to find Steve in Siberia and has been continuing that trend since. Seeing the feds turn their eyes on Peter changed his opinion quite strongly. The Steve Issue is still difficult.

Other Strange: He thinks the Avengers and Masters of the Mystic Arts have failed their duties and that he can protect all of reality by himself. He just needs more power.

5: post a line from your current project without any context 

Closed my eyes and scrolled and went to a random page. This is what came up.

Oh, Jesus Christ. This explained so much about the man.

6: how do you get through writers block?

If it's not something health-related which just makes it physically very hard to work on items, I'll switch projects with my shorter fics. For a long fic like this, I'll put on a sprint and just power through 15 minutes at a time to get the harder bits out.

For health-related stuff (including mental), you sometimes just need to work on that first before you can be in the right space to write.

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work? 

Hell no. Superhero worlds are terrible for normal people.

8: briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline 

I write an outline with the main beats of what I want in that chapter. Then when I get to the actual chapter, I'll sometimes expand the outline with more detail in that chapter section itself. I often go back to the main outline and add new things as I come up with them, or switch around elements in the story to a new chapter. This is how the planned outline has grown from around 12 normal chapters and 1 interlude chapter to 18 normal chapters and 2 interlude chapters (with potential for more growth seeing as I'm getting into some areas that have original outlining that I no longer am certain I want to use as they were ideas from over 2 years ago and the story's evolved a lot since then).

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project?

So much plot. Rewriting a lot of the end of phase 3 to push my Found Family agenda. Fix it vibes, but I think it's a natural fix it arc from the canon drama that could have happened in canon if the Russos gave a damn. A lot of character exploration into their own separate journeys and growth arcs. Pretty accurate on Marvel tones with action, drama, a bit of snark and humor. An itty bitty dash of canon romance but we all know I'm including it only because it needs to be there due to the plot and character arc reasons and not because I'm all googly-eyed for the genre.

10: what song sums up your current work the best?

Each chapter in the series takes a song lyric from a specific song and I identify that song with the story pretty heavily. For instance, Illuminating the Shadows took "The Light" from Disturbed.

For Above the Shadows, it's "Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy (who I'm seeing live in concert in a couple days, yay).

Tagging those who I know are writing/trying to write: @mckiwi, @sobeautifullyobsessed, @burglarhobbit, @amethyst-noir. No obligation either way. Also if I didn't tag you please feel free to take this (and you can poke me here if you'd like as a reminder that you're still actively writing fic regardless of the fandom and I'll try to remember for these sorts of things).

[scoracletrashlives]

The Backstory

Hello all!

I am ScoracleTrash. Have been ScoracleTrash since 2015. You may also call me Pidge. My main blog is neil-panenby. Because I am a pan enby. She/her and they/them both work. Many things about me are very different than they were when I created the original Scoracle Trash blog. One thing that is the same? Scoracle is my OTP.

I am a psychiatric hospital liaison in my early 30s and once upon a time, back in 2015, while playing the then-new video game Arkham Knight, I had a weird fucking idea.

See, I have been a Scarecrow groupie since Batman Begins came out when I was but a teenager, and I had long been trying to figure out a Scarecrow ship that spoke to me. I tried an OC on DeviantArt ages ago and that fizzled out fast. Hattercrow never held my interest. Becky never clicked.

So I’m playing this game as a mid-20something and it hits me.

Scarecrow and Oracle. Jonathan and Barbara. They’re both navigating traumatic backstories, wicked smart, fond of the odd bit of theatrics, and they’ve just been thrown together by this narrative like never before. Why not?

So I threw together an AU fic and slapped it up on ao3 and something super wild happened.

It spoke to people.

Somehow, I made it work. I made it believable enough to click with 107 people in the last 8 years. Which is MINISCULE compared to many ships but HUGE to me. Because I was, as far as I can tell, the namer of this ship and the first person to write about it and put it on ao3. The first person to draw parallels between the experiences of the two characters and put forth that maybe, just maybe, they might understand each other.

Now, do I take a bunch of liberties with my writing to make my vision work? Of course I do. But so does every fanfiction author. And Rocksteady did as well when they made their games. Honestly, every new team that takes the helm of an established comic book title does, for that matter.

Do I think that ANYONE should be in a relationship with a fear-obsessed serial killer in real life? No. Don’t be daft.

Do I owe anyone these disclaimers? No, but I’m stating them anyway.

Scoracle is my fantasy. It is escapism. Like all escapism, it owes no one believability nor is anything about it required to translate into the real world as healthy or admirable. If it squicks you out, that’s valid. If it turns you on, that’s valid. If you don’t care either way, that’s valid. I never meant it for anyone but myself. The fact that posting about it years ago generated any interest at all surprised me.

The fact that upwards of 100 people also see something of merit in this fantasy is wild to me. Even if you never see this, I hope you feel my love and gratitude wherever you are.

Scoracle is healing to me. It’s two people with decades of trauma and brilliant minds seeing each other, really seeing each other, and accepting the differences in each other that would make people less dedicated to one another irreconcilable. It’s two people leading each other out of the shadows of what’s been done to them and the people that did it to them.

And on a more shallow note…It’s dark aesthetics and late nights and sarcasm and intellectual conversation and passion and just enough danger.

Over the last 8 years, my writing has matured and improved VASTLY and I fully intend to go back and create rewritten versions of the first two fics in the series, Pet Bat and Her Long Halloween. The originals will not be deleted.

For now, Heart of Darkness has finally begun.

Not sure who all is on tumblr, but if you manage to make your way here, welcome to the clubhouse. Pour yourself a beverage of choice, sink into the leather sofa, choose your music, and let’s talk Scoracle!

-Pidge DePeche