#just wanted to write something real quick

[murkyteas]

✨️ apologies for the rant this triggered ✨️

No for real, the betrayal is too deep at this point. I hope they continue something for the sake of lore and the fandom, and I hope that something is an actual anime. I will never be giving Solmare any of my money ever again though due to how badly they managed these games and destroyed any trust with the players. The greed was absolutely astronomical and they turned a great game with huge potential (and huge $$$ potential) into some kiddie bullshit quick cash grab LONG before NB even came out. I adore the VAs and want to support them but it will have to be in non-monetary ways because Solmare can get fucked.

...I might have held in my actual feelings for too long. ☠️🫠 but I was playing since release in 2019 and was pretty decently whaling on OG. I tried with NB but the endless paywalls and shitty writing and no actual romance in the DATING game was just too much.

That being said, this franchise got me started with writing and now I'm writing an actual novel, and it got me back into drawing, plus I found my absolute best friend that I could not possibly imagine living without, so no regrets, just bummed things went the way they did. I will forever love the characters and amazing creations that have come out of this fandom, regardless of what happens.

[hyperions-light]

I heard through the grapevine that people do not like Taash, which is bizarre to me, as I love Taash. So here’s a probably-expanding list of things to love about Taash!

1. They love animals so much!! The birds, guys! My heart melted <3

2. How kind and considerate they are to Karash, who needs someone to be gentle with him. They get that! They’re careful, and they warn both the Rivaini and their mother to be careful, too!

3. If you bring them to the Qunari in Treviso who is having a difficult time communicating, they will help them ;-;

4. How when they annotate the codex entries they always use footnotes ;-; because Shathann is an academic

5. How open-minded they are about stuff! They don’t automatically know everything, but they are always so willing to listen when someone explains things to them! They listen to Neve about Minrathous, even though it contradicts what they’ve been told; they listen to Davrin about working out, and Lucanis about the Crows.

6. How quick they are to admit their problems, listen, and apologize, if needed. It’s never frustrating to deal with Taash’s problems because as soon as you point out something’s wrong, they agree and are ready to handle it. It’s great!

7. It was really adorable when they tried to lie to Shathann about using their fire and they just… didn’t lol

8. They are sooooo sweet to their friends in the Lighthouse!! They always talk to everyone about whatever bad thing is happening, and they always offer to help fix it! I love that one dialogue where they insist to Bellara that her being upset about her brother is okay, and she should let the team help!! The way they express themselves is not always traditional, but it IS always considerate and well-meant!

9. Even though when Rook is recruiting them Shathann made the decision without their consent, Taash stops to reassure Rook that working with their team IS what Taash wanted. It’s really sweet <3

10. They are completely fine about Spite and treat Lucanis normally no matter what.

11. They love Shathann so much ;;;;;-;;;; I will write a whole post about it one day, but their relationship is soooo… it’s so real! I literally know people like this in real life, it’s written with so much attention to detail. And like even though they argue, and things can be difficult between them, Taash adores Shathann. There’s a reason almost every one of their outings involves her.

12. They are extremely knowledgeable in their areas of expertise! It’s fascinating to listen to them tell Lucanis how to lure out dragons, or Emmrich how to pick the right gems for his helmet. They are so confident !

13. The part where they yelled “the crows axe their regards” during battle almost made me die to the Antaam, I was laughing so hard

14. The fire-message they write themselves after the end of their arc thanks… Neve? I think ? For her help (will update this if I’m wrong)

15. They take everyone’s problems as seriously as they take their own. Even when other people miss it, they are the one to point out or affirm the importance of the emotional aspect of things (like during the Solas memories, when they call out that Solas regrets not speaking with Mythal again before she died)

Okay! More soon? Add, if you want!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hey, do you have any tips for historical detective fiction?

(I would like to draw inspiration from our own history but create an Alternate Universe cause I'm too afraid to get things wrong, might as well make a new country or something from scratch with it's own history.)

Writing Notes: Historical Detective Fiction

Historical detective fiction is an important sub-category of historical fiction in general. As such, it should be judged by the same criteria applied to historical fiction; namely, that a certain verisimilitude is present.

All the events depicted may not have actually happened but the reader should believe that they could have happened.

Moreover, when real events are mingled with fictional ones, that mixing must appear to be natural.

Additionally, real historical characters must act in accordance with their distinguishing characteristics and in conformity with what we know about them.

Martin and Annette Meyers, authors of the Dutchman detective series, know and adhere to these standards.

Their careful adaptation of their novels to the demands of the historical genre has made them a model of historical detective writing.

Using the Fantasy Fiction Continuum, Historical Fiction edges a little further into the realm of Fantastical.

The author describes a past world that modern readers are unfamiliar with by painting mental pictures of times, locations, customs & cultures that no longer exist.

Some Tips from a Historical Fiction Writer:

The big hook for many readers is that the history is real and many of the characters did walk the Earth. But that means readers want it to be accurate. They will be quick to pick on poor research and ‘iffy’ twists on reality and time. But you will sometimes get it wrong – or reality just messes your story. Writing tips for any aspiring authors in this genre are:

Never give up on researching

Keep learning and developing

Accept all feedback – even the highly critical is useful

If you need to twist reality – be honest

People who point out your mistakes can seem pernickety, but they are generally of good intention. Even if not – pretend they are and keep a reader

Common Elements of Historical Fiction

Setting: The setting is the most important part of a historical fiction novel. It should take place during an authentic period in history and be set in a real historical place. For example, New York City during the Great Depression or Paris, France during World War II.

Plot: The plot in a historical fiction novel is a combination of real events and fictional events. You can invent characters, cities, and events, but they still must make sense to the time period. For example, a novel set in London, England in 1666 would benefit from incorporating the Great Fire of London, a major turning point in the city’s history.

Characters: The characters can be real, fictional, or both, but they should all look, speak, and act in ways that accurately reflect the era. For example, if you are writing a book about Mary Tudor, it shouldn’t disregard or reinvent her family history as the daughter of Henry VIII and sister to Elizabeth I, who both played an important role in Mary’s reign.

Dialogue: The dialogue must be authentic to the time period and should reflect the status of the characters who are speaking. For example, British soldiers in the Revolutionary War wouldn’t use Western slang of today.

Conflict: The problems the characters encounter should be conflicts people of that era would encounter. For example, your book might describe the hesitation and fear German soldier feels as he is to the Eastern Front, where he knows he is likely to die.

Tips for Writing Historical Fiction

Free write to brainstorm ideas. If you’re interested in writing historical fiction but don’t know where to start, spend 15 minutes writing in your notebook about a period or historical event you’re interested in rendering in fiction. Note any assumptions you have about the period, cultural depictions of it in other books and films, and what specifically interests you about this moment in history.

Find an interesting way into a time period. Consider using a historical time period as a backdrop and placing fictional characters and events within that world. Or, choose a historical event and create fictional characters who experienced it and whose lives were affected by it

Do your research. In addition to getting the historical facts correct, the smaller details are important, too. Write an inventory of the details in your work that you haven’t researched but should check. Likely, these will be small things—for example, the color of refrigerators—whose accuracy will keep a reader interested and make your story more credible.

Build a world. World-building makes a historical fiction books more authentic and gives readers a reason to keep coming back. Include details about the world in which your story takes place to give readers historical context and balance those exotic details with familiar, relatable ones to keep the story grounded. However, don’t add information just to add it; make sure every part of your world-building advances the story.

Don’t get bogged down in dialogue. Different historical eras have different vocabulary and grammatical structures. Include occasional words and phrases to reinforce the historical setting, but don’t include so many that the novel becomes difficult to read and less enjoyable.

Add fictional characters. Even if you’re writing about true events, you can take some creative liberties. Introducing fictional characters to complement those based on actual historical figures can help you move the story along, inject personality, and keep it entertaining.

Choose which of these tips for historical fiction work best for your story and incorporate them with elements of Detective Fiction.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References

The elements found in other subgenres overlap with detective historical fiction as well, so here are previous posts that you might find helpful as references:

Clues in Crime Fiction

Basic Narrative Pattern of Crime Fiction

Writing Notes on Pain & Violence

Writing Tips: A "Convincing" Mystery

In creating your fictional world from scratch, here are some worksheets and templates on worldbuilding that may guide you, or more references on worldbuilding.

Hope this helps with your writing!

[maidragoste]

Hot Chocolate

Gwayne Hightower x Reader

Hi, first day of the December drabble special!

I hope you like it 💖💖

Reblogs, comments and likes are always greatly appreciated. comments always motivate me to continue writing 💖💖

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Tomorrow's drabble will be with Aegon

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Gwayne smiled as he watched you light up when you walked into the living room with two mugs of hot chocolate. On the way home you were talking about how you wanted to have one and warm up on his couch after spending the afternoon Christmas shopping.

“Thanks,” you said taking one of the mugs and reaching over to give him a quick kiss. “I was waiting for you to pick out what movie we would watch.”

You brought the mug to your mouth as your boyfriend settled next to you.

Gwayne watched you struggle to swallow. It was obvious from your face that you didn’t like your chocolate. Had he put too much sugar in it? Or maybe it was bitter for your taste? Or wasn’t hot enough? He couldn’t believe he had ruined this when it’s something so easy to do.

“Please don’t keep drinking it,” he asked putting his hand on your arm to stop you from bringing the mug to your mouth again. It was obvious that you didn’t want to make him feel bad and that’s why you were planning to finish the drink. “I know you don’t like it.”

“It’s watery,” you said making a face.

“Then the problem is that I put in too little cocoa, I’ll go get more,” he said getting up.

“No, love. It’s watery. It has water instead of milk” you said making him stop on his way to the kitchen and look at you confused “Do you always put water in it?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be done like this?” he said feeling embarrassed. Now that he thought about it the last time Daeron went to his house and had his hot chocolate he had told him that it wasn’t good like his mother’s. But Gwayne hadn’t taken the comment seriously thinking that his nephew was just a mama’s boy.

“Oh, poor you, I’ll teach you how to make a good hot chocolate” You got up with a smile and kissed his cheek before entering the kitchen. “Don’t worry, it’s not difficult”

“You’re my guest, you shouldn’t be washing up,” your boyfriend said seeing you start washing the mugs. He quickly rushed to your side and grabbed a dish towel to at least help you dry them.

“It’s nothing, it’s just two mugs,” you said as you left the last mug beside him and went to look for the milk in the fridge and then went to where the shelves were to take the jug to heat the milk. Probably if you had stretched your arm a little more you would have been able to reach it but Gwayne didn’t miss the opportunity and stood behind you, pressing his chest to your back, and took it himself.

“Here,” he said as you turned to look at him, not at all impressed.

“Thanks” you thanked him taking the little jug but your boyfriend didn’t seem to have any intention of moving to let you pass. “What are you waiting for?” you said trying to contain your smile knowing perfectly well what he wanted.

“A real thank you,” he replied, smiling.

Maybe on another occasion, you would have spun around until he asked you to kiss him. But now Gwayne was looking at you as if you were precious, something unique as if you were the most wonderful thing in the world when you weren’t doing anything special. His gaze makes you feel happy, warm, and loved. You want to kiss him so you do. You were planning to give him just a short kiss to take away your desire and be able to continue with the task of making a good hot chocolate but you forget about that the moment you find yourself tasting his lips and you feel his hands on your waist.

The hot chocolate can wait.

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[kingdomaddiction]

I can’t stop thinking about my Fragmented SQH AU so here I go:

—

Obviously Shang Qinghua is not fine. He tries to be, really. The story is over, his son is finally happy with the love of his life and the world didn’t end. Even his ex-husband (they never got a divorce, Qinghua technically died, does it count as one?) is now free! And his cute and socially awkward King is trying his best to treat him like a friend instead of a servant.

Still, Qinghua yearns.

Sometimes, when no one is looking, he touches his flat stomach and remembers his pregnancy when he lived as Su Xiyan. A strange, lovely feeling to carry someone inside you. Unforgettable. He misses those days, but not so much. Too stressful, always running and hiding in order to protect her little one.

Other days he gets lost in the memories of his life as a washerwoman. Sad, grey days were those. Binghe was her little sunshine, the only reason she kept waking up everyday until her frail body could no more.

He remembers Binghe’s first words, his first steps. He even remembers the things he used to whisper to calm him down after a bad nightmare, kissing his tears away. Back then she used to dream for a better live, hoping to live long enough to see her baby boy grow up and marry someone kind.

He got to see Binghe grow up, yes, but only from afar. Qinghua had to restrain himself many times from killing Shen Qingqiu pre transmigration. Seeing his son cry with no way to comfort him was torture. Or so he thought. Because living right now so close to him and only being victim of his hatred is way worse.

“The traitor.”

“That rat.”

“Pathetic—“

It was too much.

He did deserve it. Qinghua did nothing to stop the stop fate (why was Shen Yuan allowed to change the rules when he was forced to hurt his son?) but it still hurt so much.

So it was no surprise when a few tears rolled down his face after a specially mean comment. A few demons from the court snickered, but Binghe just looks at him with a mixed of confusion and surprise, recognizing the tears as real and not the fake kind Qinghua usually shed around Mobei. He doesn’t feel guilt, because if it isn’t Shizun he does not care, but is still odd to witness.

Shang Qinghua just bows and leaves. He cries the whole way to his rooms. It’s depressing, he knows, but he must endure this. This is his penance, right? Now he must face it.

He tries not to stare at Binghe too much after that or even speak in his presence, but it only draws his attention. Binghe seems to attack him more often as if trying to test something, curious to see his reaction. Why? Qinghua doesn’t know, but it can’t be good. His love for his son does not blind him of his cruelty.

‘Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry—‘

Why did his little sunshine had to become such a fearful and cruel emperor? Why couldn’t he remain small, and cute and kind? Why in the world did he write that cursed story?

He sighs giving Binghe a quick glance. The young demon looks tense. Qinghua is sure his bad mood is mostly for Shen Qingqiu’s absence, who left a few days ago for serious sect business (yeah, right— you just wanted a break from your clingy husband bro) and hasn’t returned yet. On top of that the last few meetings at court has been terribly stressful. So many demons playing mind games can be exhausting.

Qinghua even after feeling hurt by Binghe feels the need to comfort him. To tell him his doing great and will find a solution. What can he say? The love of a mother (should he say father? He is currently in man’s body, but he took care of Binghe as a woman—) never fades.

It’s a silly idea, but Qinghua sneaks into the kitchen to prepare a little snack. Steamed millet buns. Very cheap and easy to make. He only needed millet flour (which was even cheaper than rice and widely cultivated in poor areas) and water. If they happen to be lucky enough to have more ingredients available then Qinghua added salt or a bit of onions. It used to be Binghe’s favorite— well, he said “everything mama makes is Bing-Bing favorite!”

Ah, he used to be so cute.

He finishes making the buns and brings him back to the court room. The other demon lords are gone and Binghe looks like he has a migraine. Qinghua approaches carefully trying to be brave.

“Junshang…” he calls softly. Before he can say something more Binghe opens his like he’s searching for something and sniffs the air. Then he finally looks at him, well, the tray in his hands.

“What is that?”

“Ah… steamed millet buns, my lord. I— I made them… for you?” Binghe just keeps staring at him as if he had grown another head. Qinghua clears his throat. “This servant thought Junshang should eat something after a long day.”

Binghe looks at the tray, then at him, then the tray again and he seems like his about to reject the offer. Qinghua holds his breath, already preparing for the burning sensation of rejection. Instead Binghe surprises him by saying:

“Bring it here.”

The peak lord nods and feels so excited he almost trips in his way to the throne. He offers the buns and Binghe stares at them with mild disgust (maybe because his treacherous shishu made them) and after long consideration he finally takes one.

He gives it a sniff before taking a big bite.

Binghe’s eyes open wide and for a brief moment they seem to shine. He keeps eating one after the other and Qinghua feels his heart fill with warmth at the sight remembering when Binghe was 3 years old and tried the buns for the first time.

“I’m glad Junshang enjoyed the buns.” Said the cultivator with a small but honest smile.

Binghe seems to finally realize what he had done and cleans the crumbs with his sleeve.

“Shang… shishu,” Wow, really having a hard time respecting your elders, huh, mister? “… made this on his own?”

“This one did!” He says proudly. “If Junshang desires this servant can always prepare more“ Qinghua offers because he knows his son enough to know he won’t ask for them again even if he loved them.

“… Do as you wish.” Oh, someone has been spending some time with his King. Doesn’t matter.

This is a good sign, right? First positive interaction with his son since forever— oh! Maybe he can prepare him some congee and mantuo next time? Yes! He can’t wait!

…

// Binghe’s angrily eating buns the next day in his room, crying: I miss my mom (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) stupid rat—

[moonselune]

Shadowheart has a line at the reunion party when romanced (I think it is Tav body type dependent? Idk?) where if you hug her she says something along the lines of “I almost got lost in those big arms of yours” and I just wanted to give her the biggest; ribcage smashing-lifted-off-the-ground-bear hug, complete with a gentle back-and-fourth-rocking ever and Im curious if you’d be so inclined to write that for me? Pretty please? The High Harper deserves one too while we are at it. (If you dont mind?) As always, thank you very much, the writing you produce is 99% of the reason I have this app installed

yes yes yes yes yes and omg that is so sweet to say ahaha xo

Karlach:

The party was in full swing, a heady mix of relief and revelry weaving through the camp. The weight of the Elder Brain's destruction still lingered, but for now, it was overshadowed by laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs. You drifted through the celebration, exchanging smiles and small talk, but your attention kept slipping back to her, to Karlach.

She stood a little apart from the crowd, her fiery presence impossible to miss even in the flickering firelight. The flames dancing in the brazier nearby seemed to compete with the soft glow of her infernal engine, a reminder of her strength and her struggles. She had a tankard in her hand, though she wasn’t drinking, her gaze instead lingering on you. When your eyes met, her lips quirked into a grin—a little shy, a little knowing.

It hit you like a hammer to the chest. After everything—every battle fought, every near-death experience, every heartache—you still had her. And gods, you loved her.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

Crossing the distance between you in a few quick strides, you saw her expression shift from surprise to unbridled joy.

“Babe—” she started, but whatever she’d meant to say was lost when you wrapped your arms around her in a crushing hug.

She let out a startled laugh, her tankard slipping from her hand and landing forgotten in the dirt as you tackled her. Her arms naturally wrapped back around you, the heat of her skin seeping through your clothes as you held her tight.

“Damn, soldier,” Karlach said, her voice breathless with laughter. “You trying to break my bones, or are you just showing off?”

She was so solid, so real in your embrace, her engine humming gently against your chest. The ache in your ribs from the pressure didn’t matter. All that mattered was her.

“You caught me staring, didn’t you?” she said, the teasing edge in her voice tempered with warmth. Her fingers curled into the back of your shirt as you gently rocked her side to side, the motion soothing and overwhelming all at once. “I was trying to be subtle.”

“Subtle doesn’t suit you,” you replied, your voice thick with affection. “And I don’t care who sees.”

She huffed out a laugh, burying her face against your shoulder. “You’re lucky I like this whole ‘overwhelming force of affection’ thing you’ve got going on.”

You pulled back just enough to look at her, still holding her as though you might never let her go.

“I love you,” you said, your voice low but steady, carrying the weight of every unspoken word. “So much it hurts sometimes.”

Her smile softened, her rough edges melting away for a moment as she cupped your face with one hand. “I know. I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”

Her cheeks were flushed—not from exertion, but from the raw, unguarded love shining in her eyes. Karlach, who had seen the worst of the world and still managed to burn so brightly. Karlach, who loved fiercely, deeply, even when she feared she might lose it all.

“Come on,” she said, tugging you toward the firelight, her grin returning. “If you’re going to keep holding me like that, we might as well make the others jealous.”.

Minthara:

The reunion party was lively, filled with familiar faces and the warmth of camaraderie forged through blood and fire. Months had passed since the fall of the Elder Brain, and the world was beginning to heal. Tonight, the air buzzed with celebration, with toasts raised to victories won and losses mourned. Yet amidst the laughter and cheer, your attention was snagged by a figure lingering at the edge of the festivities.

Minthara.

She was every bit as striking as she was when you first laid eyes on her as a commander of the absolute, her imposing frame a shadow against the firelight, her white hair catching the glow like silver threads. She stood with her arms crossed, her expression carved from stone, but her eyes betrayed her. They flicked to you, sharp and assessing, before darting away as though she’d been caught. When she did it again a moment later, lingering just a heartbeat too long, her lips curled into something that could have been a scowl—if not for the faintest quirk of amusement at the corner.

That was all the invitation you needed.

You grinned to yourself and started toward her. Minthara noticed your movement immediately, her gaze snapping to yours. Her posture stiffened, her expression hardening into something halfway between defiance and irritation.

“My love,” she said in a low, warning tone as you closed the distance, her silver eyes narrowing. “Don’t even think about it.”

But you didn’t stop, and before she could react further, you swept her into your arms. She hissed in protest, her body rigid as you crushed her against you in a bear hug that would’ve lifted anyone else clean off their feet. She was solid as stone against you, the heat of her seething palpable. Her nails dug lightly into your shoulders, but it was half-hearted—she wasn’t really trying to make you let go.

“Unhand me, you fool!” she growled, her voice low and biting. “This is undignified. Ridiculous! What will they think?”

Her body language screamed fury, but there it was—a crack in the armor. A flicker of something else on her lips, so faint it could almost be missed. Almost. You leaned in slightly, your cheek brushing hers as you whispered, “They’ll think you love me.”

Her breath hitched for a moment before she regained her composure. “I will make you regret this, my love,” she hissed, though her voice lacked true venom. “Oh, you will pay for this humiliation.”

You pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, the grin on your face utterly unrepentant. “I can’t wait.”

She bared her teeth in what could almost be called a snarl, but her expression betrayed her. The faintest upward curve of her lips, the slightest softening around her eyes—she was smiling. Despite herself, despite her growled protests and pointed glares, she was smiling.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head as though the sheer force of her irritation might dispel you.

“And you love me for it,” you teased, lowering her gently back to the ground but refusing to let her go entirely.

Her hands slid down to rest on your arms, her grip firm but no longer threatening. She leaned closer, her silver eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

“Enjoy your victory, my love,” she said softly, her voice like velvet laced with steel. “Because when this night is over, I will remind you what it means to misbehave.”

You smirked, your tone light but tinged with affection. “I’m counting on it.”

For a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background, leaving only the two of you. Her irritation still simmered, her pride still bristling, but beneath it all was something warmer, something undeniable. You could see it in the way her fingers lingered on your arms, in the way her gaze softened just enough when she looked at you. She could try to hide it, could seethe and grumble all she liked, but that small, traitorous smile gave her away every time.

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before she could stop you.

“Come on,” you said, tugging her gently toward the firelight. “At least pretend to have fun. For me?”

She sighed heavily, her lips twitching in what might have been an eye roll. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me,” you shot back, grinning.

Her smile grew, ever so slightly, and she didn’t argue. Instead, she let you lead her toward the others, her fingers brushing yours as she walked beside you.

Lae'zel:

The celebration was a storm of laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs. The defeat of the Elder Brain had given the world a fragile, precious reprieve, and the people gathered here—friends, allies, lovers—were determined to savor it. Yet as the firelight painted flickering shadows across the camp, your gaze couldn’t help but search for her.

And there she was.

Lae’zel stood at the edge of the crowd, her arms crossed and her posture rigid, a warrior always ready for the next fight. But her sharp eyes were on you, flicking over your form with an intensity that sent your heart racing. When your eyes met, her lips twitched into a faint, wry smile, a gesture almost imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know her like you did. She turned her head slightly, as though to hide that she had been staring, but the faint softening of her jaw betrayed her.

Your chest tightened, overwhelmed with the sheer depth of your feelings. She had chosen you. Not Orpheus, not the astral plane, not the promises of duty and glory among her kind. You. A choice she had made against every instinct she had been raised with, against everything her life had prepared her for.

Before you could stop yourself, you were moving, striding through the crowd with purpose. Her head snapped toward you, her brow furrowing slightly as you closed the distance.

“What are you—”

You didn’t let her finish. Reaching her, you threw your arms around her, lifting her clean off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. She let out a startled growl, her body stiffening for a moment before her hands came to rest on your shoulders.

“You think to crush me?” she hissed, her tone sharp but undercut with a surprising warmth. Her nails clung into your shoulders, but not hard enough to draw blood.

But you only held her tighter, swaying gently from side to side, your head dipping to press against hers. Her growl turned into something between a sigh and a low chuckle, a sound rare and precious.

“I’m just so glad,” you said, your voice rough with emotion. “That you’re here. That you chose me.”

Lae’zel stiffened again, her breath catching audibly. For a moment, she didn’t respond, and you wondered if you’d overstepped. But then her arms moved, encircling you in a grip that was fierce enough to rival your own. Her forehead pressed against yours, her yellow eyes blazing as she glared at you.

“You think I need your softness to validate my choice?” she growled, though there was no venom in her tone. “I chose you because you are worthy. Because you make me strong. Do not make me regret it by turning soft now.”

And then, in a show of pure Lae’zel defiance, she squeezed you even harder, her embrace nearly cracking your ribs in return. Her lips curved into a triumphant grin as you let out a surprised laugh.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you teased, even as your breath hitched under the force of her grip.

“Do not mock me,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, though the edges of her grin softened into something gentler. “This is no challenge I would lose.”

The two of you stood there locked together, a silent battle of strength and affection playing out in the firelight. The world around you faded as her warmth pressed into you, her presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

Finally, you loosened your hold, though only slightly, and she did the same, her arms sliding down to rest at your sides. Her expression was fierce but softened with something unspoken, something she rarely allowed to surface.

“You are mine,” she said firmly, her voice low enough for only you to hear. “And I will always choose you.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and without thinking, you pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. She growled in mock indignation, though she didn’t pull away.

“And you’re mine, Lae’zel,” you replied with a grin. “Always.”

Her glare was sharp enough to cut, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

“Foolish,” she muttered, her voice filled with affection as she followed you back into the warmth of the party.

Shadowheart:

The celebration had taken on a life of its own, a symphony of laughter, music, and the clinking of mugs ringing out under the stars. The victory over the Elder Brain felt surreal, its weight heavy and yet distant amidst the warmth of camaraderie. The firelight danced over the gathering, illuminating faces full of joy, relief, and hope. You moved through the crowd, exchanging smiles and brief words, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it. It was somewhere else—where she was. The love of your life, Shadowheart.

She stood just beyond the heart of the festivities, her arms loosely crossed as she leaned against a tree. Her light hair caught the flickering firelight, her pale skin glowing softly in the night. She wore a small, almost secret smile, her gaze drifting over the crowd before finally settling on you. Her eyes lingered, and when she caught you looking back, her cheeks flushed faintly, and she quickly glanced away.

The sight of her—so beautiful, so alive, and so thoroughly yours—sent a rush of warmth through your chest. You couldn’t help it. You started toward her, weaving through the crowd with purpose. Ignoring Minsc's calls for you and Halsin's invitations to dance. Her eyes flicked back to you as you approached, her lips parting as though to ask something, but you didn’t give her a chance to finish.

Without hesitation, you swept her into your arms, wrapping her in a hug that lifted her clean off the ground. Shadowheart let out a startled laugh, her hands gripping your shoulders instinctively as she clung to you.

“Darling!” she exclaimed, her voice breathless with surprise and delight. “What are you—oh!”

You didn’t answer, too busy holding her tight and swaying gently from side to side. Her warmth seeped into you, her laughter soft and musical as she relaxed into your embrace. You could feel her smiling against your shoulder, her hands sliding down to rest lightly on your back.

“I almost got lost in those big arms of yours,” she murmured, her voice teasing but laced with affection.

You couldn’t help but laugh, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her green eyes bright and brimming with happiness as she gazed up at you.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you replied with a grin. Shadowheart shook her head, her smile widening.

“Not bad,” she admitted, her voice softening. “Safe. Warm. Like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you tightened your hold slightly, lowering her back to the ground but refusing to let go entirely.

“Good,” you said, resting your forehead against hers. “Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather have you.”

She tilted her head up slightly, her lips brushing yours in a tender, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her smile had turned mischievous. “You realize everyone is watching, right?”

You glanced over your shoulder to see a few amused and envious looks from the others. You shrugged, turning back to her with a smirk. “Let them.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, though her laughter betrayed her.

“You’re insufferable,” she said, though her hands slid up to cup your face, her touch gentle.

“And you love it,” you teased, leaning into her touch.

She sighed dramatically, but the smile on her lips was radiant. “Unfortunately for me, I do.”

The two of you lingered there, lost in your own little world, the celebration around you fading into the background. It was disgustingly cute, as Wyll would later put it, but neither of you cared. After everything you’d been through—every battle, every heartbreak—you had each other. And that was worth celebrating more than anything else.

Jaheira:

The campfire burned steadily in the cool night air, a flickering beacon of warmth and celebration. The battle with the Elder Brain was months behind you, but the reunion tonight was the first time everyone had truly gathered again—friends, allies, and the people who had become family in the chaos of war. Laughter mingled with the crackle of the fire, stories flowing freely as the tension of the past finally began to dissolve.

You were deep in conversation with Halsin when you felt it, the unmistakable sensation of being watched. A glance over your shoulder confirmed what you suspected—Jaheira. She stood a little apart from the crowd, her arms folded and her posture proud, the firelight casting golden highlights on her braided hair. She was always striking, but tonight, with the faint smile on her lips and the softness in her gaze as she watched you, she was stunning.

You caught her eye, and her expression flickered—briefly startled, as though she’d been caught doing something she hadn’t meant to. Her lips pressed into a firmer line, her gaze darting away toward the fire, but the faint blush across her cheeks gave her away.

Your heart swelled at the sight of her. She had fought so fiercely for so long, enduring loss after loss, but now she was here, alive and strong and, unbelievably, yours. You didn’t think twice. With a wide grin, you excused yourself from the conversation and started toward her, weaving through the gathered crowd with single-minded purpose.

Jaheira noticed you coming, of course. She always did. Her brow arched as you approached, her arms still crossed but her expression softening.

“What is that look for?” she asked, her voice warm but carrying the hint of a challenge, as if daring you to make a scene.

Instead of answering, you closed the distance and swept her up into your arms. She let out a startled laugh, her hands automatically coming to rest on your shoulders as you lifted her off the ground in a bear hug that crushed her to your chest.

“By Silvanus, what are you doing?” she asked, though her tone carried no real irritation. Her laugh was rich and full, her fingers curling against your shoulders as you rocked her gently back and forth.

“Loving you,” you replied simply, your voice rough with affection. “I couldn’t help myself. I saw you looking at me like that, and I had to.”

Her face softened, and though she rolled her eyes, the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

“Like what?” she asked, her tone feigning exasperation.

“Like I’m the luckiest person in the world,” you said, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “And you’re the one who made me that way.”

Jaheira shook her head, but her smile grew, the lines around her eyes crinkling with warmth.

“You’re foolish, a complete and utter fool,” she said, though her voice was filled with fondness.

“The fool you fell in love with,” you teased, holding her tightly for a moment longer before finally setting her back on the ground.

She stayed close, her hands resting on your arms as she looked up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, her hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch as steady and deliberate as always.

“True,” she admitted softly, her voice carrying the weight of someone who didn’t say such things lightly. “More than I ever thought I would again.”

Your breath caught at her words, and without thinking, you leaned in to press your forehead to hers. The noise of the party faded, leaving only the two of you in the glow of the firelight.

“I’ll never stop being grateful for you,” you murmured. “For every moment I get to spend with you.”

Jaheira’s lips quirked in a small, private smile, her hand sliding down to rest against your chest. “Then hold on to it, my love. Hold on to us. Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

For a while, the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the celebration carried on around you. The world felt a little brighter, a little safer, with her at your side.

This was so freaking wholesome omg, I hope you guys enjoyed this !! - Seluney xox

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[epickiya722]

"She liked him since the beginning! The ship was hinted at the beginning!"

AH!! How come people are so stuck on mentioning just how Ochako feels and not Izuku?

It's like some of you can't process that regardless of whether she had a crush on him or not, which again isn't a bad thing, her crush shouldn't be the only thing Ochako stands for.

It's not a personality trait and I hate it people will treat it like it is.

If anything, it just feels weird!

And I ask again, then what about Izuku? Oh, what did he not like her in the beginning? Or it's just being realizing that his mannerisms is that of a person being nervous and/or embarrassed?

Or does it not matter because "He's a guy, he's gonna have the girl anyways, so who cares if he develops romantic feelings for Ochako"?

And I wouldn't say Ochako even liked Izuku in the beginning romantically. In fact, I would say she started to like him that way during the Final War Arc.

Saying she liked him in the beginning would imply she liked him since they met.

Oh, please, the word "crush" didn't come up until season 3 during the Provisional License Exam arc. And how that scene played out, let's be real, Ochako believing she had a crush was enforced by Mina. Someone is obsessed with the idea of love. That's whose word is to be believed? Are you joking?

And I said this before, as big as Iida is, people be acting like he's invisible. Mina brought him up to in that conversation as, hello, Ochako hung around him a lot, too. Izuku just so happen to be who Ochako's attention went to because he was right in her line of sight... while practicing moves inspired by Iida!!

Now, do I think Ochako confessing her feelings undeveloped her growth? No. She accomplished what she wanted to do and I don't see Izuku making her a wife at the end. I see them deciding to reconcile a bond. Do I think Toga was forgotten? Uh, no. She is drawn right there and been on Ochako's mind for nearly a whole damn decade.

Everything about this chapter is up for debate. We don't know if that ship is truly canon and who said it has to be? And if it is, who is stopping you from not shipping it?

I know some people hate to see that IzuOcha handhold as the last shot and I get it. But I wouldn't be too pressed about given it's a part of an aftermath. You can just pretend the epilogue doesn't exist. Chapter 430 is still the complete story. You don't have to read the epilogue to fully understand the story.

Epilogues typically are just added ending scenes to show a glimpse into the future and/or to tie up loose ends. And honestly, MHA didn't need it. This was just something to have.

What I do know is I'm not on anyone's side.

I find funny that people who don't ship BakuDeku was quick to be like "I only see BakuDeku as platonic, the shippers really want them to be romantic, they're like brothers". But if anyone even implies that maybe the ending could be Izuku and Ochako rekindling their friendship, it's "how dare you, Ochako said she loved him".

Again, what about Izuku?! DID HE LIKE HER FROM THE BEGINNING?!

If BakuDeku are "like brothers", then bring up how Izuku and Ochako look like relatives. Having the same face shapes and whatnot.

Look, both sides are wrong. The behavior is ridiculous. Attacking and harassing each other over characters some of you clearly don't really care about unless it is for shipping.

I know the story isn't flawless, what story is, but it's not hard to actually read and try to understand what these characters are all about.

I'm not an expert on these characters, I'm not. But I adore them and regardless of how the writing is, I like to read their arcs and understand them better.

And there's no need to point at someone and fire lasers to do that.

If you ship BakuDeku, ship it. If you ship IzuOcha, ship it. No one is fucking stopping you. Heck, the story shouldn't stop you.

But all of this ship war bullshit is stupid. The official epilogue ain't even out yet, but here y'all go wanting to argue and argue and argue and argue and harass and harass and argue and act the fucking donkey.

"Well BakuDeku shippers are toxic!"

"IzuOcha shippers are toxic!"

No, look in the mirror, sit back and do some self-reflection.

Come December, the story will be done, finished, published, sold, another one in the "Well, that manga is finished" collection.

[kingofbodyrolls]

PSA: Support Your Fanfic Writers! 📣 (Yes, this is a rant, but a fun one, I promise)

Listen up, folks! This isn’t about money—put your wallets away. This is about engagement. Yes, the glorious trifecta of likes, comments, and reblogs (especially reblogs, but we’ll get to that). So buckle up, because this is a love letter/rant/public service announcement that your favorite writers desperately need you to hear.

Let’s start with the bad news: I’ve seen way too many amazing writers pack their bags and leave this platform, and honestly? It hurts. It makes me sad, angry, and frustrated enough to scream into the Tumblr void. Why? Because there’s a big ol’ elephant in the fanfic room, and it’s called low engagement.

What is Low Engagement?

Let me break it down for you:

A fic gets few likes.

A fic gets even fewer reblogs (😭).

Comments? Barely a whisper.

Why does this happen? Maybe people don’t vibe with the story. Maybe they forget to reblog. Maybe the Tumblr gods are punishing us. Who knows? But here’s the thing: engagement matters. For a writer, reblogs are the gold standard. Reblogs = love. Reblogs = visibility. Reblogs = “Hey, world! This story is awesome—check it out!”

Why Low Engagement Is a Confidence Killer

Let’s be real—writing takes time, effort, and soul. Writers pour their hearts (and sometimes their sanity) into crafting stories for their readers. But when the engagement is low? It feels like screaming into the void. It’s disheartening. It makes writers second-guess themselves. And yeah, sometimes it makes them leave altogether.

And let me tell you about silent readers—those sweet, well-meaning souls who read but don’t interact. Look, I get it. Not everyone wants to leave comments or reblogs. But when a writer hears nothing—nothing—they often assume the worst: “No one likes my story. I should just stop writing.”

That’s why I’m here, yelling into the Tumblr abyss: Engage, people! Even a simple “OMG I LOVED THIS” or a string of heart emojis can make a writer’s day. And reblogs? Reblogs are the holy grail.

Tumblr ≠ Instagram (Stop Treating It Like It Is!)

Can I get this tattooed somewhere? Tumblr doesn’t work like Instagram. There’s no magic algorithm that boosts posts. If you want your favorite writers to stick around, you have to help their stories reach new eyeballs—and that means REBLOGGING.

Here’s the cheat code: If you like a fic, reblog it. If you really like it, reblog it with some tags or a mini-review. Want to go full superstar? Add a screaming reaction in the comments. Seriously, it’s that easy.

“But What If I Didn’t Like the Fic?”

Great question! Not every story will be your cup of tea, and that’s okay. Here’s what you can do:

Leave a like. It’s the bare minimum but still appreciated.

Maybe highlight something you did like in the story. No need for harsh critiques unless the writer explicitly asks for it.

How to Be a Writer’s Favorite Reader

Here’s a handy guide to becoming the MVP of your favorite fandom:

Like. Comment. Reblog. (The Holy Trinity!)

Reblog with tags or a quick review. Examples:

“This broke my heart in the best way 🥲”

“Chapter 3? Perfection. That plot twist? I gasped.”

Highlight specific parts of the fic you loved (a line, a moment, a character's sass—whatever made you feel something).

Send the writer an ask! Scream about your favorite scene. Yell about your emotions. Writers LOVE this.

Want bonus points? Make fanart. Create a playlist inspired by the fic. Recommend their work to others. Write a heartfelt thank-you message. These little gestures mean the world to writers.

Why This Matters (Yes, I’m Wrapping This Up, I Swear)

At the end of the day, we’re all here because we love stories—reading them, writing them, sharing them. But if we don’t support the people creating these stories, they’ll stop. And that’s a loss for everyone.

So, my plea to you is simple: Show your favorite writers some love. Hit that reblog button. Leave a comment, even if it’s just “!!!” or “cries in emotions.” Scream about their work in the tags. Your engagement keeps the fandom alive.

Got thoughts? Other tips? Throw them in the comments or reblogs—let’s keep this conversation going! And to every writer out there feeling discouraged: You’re amazing. Don’t stop creating. We need your stories. 💖

[nightunite]

I've been keeping up with your Baron Konïg AU and I'm OBSESSED-

But I have to know, what about Gaz, Simon and Price? I haven't really heard much on them and I want to know so bad 😞😞

Love your writing and hope your having a wonderful day/night 💗

Teeheeheeehee, I was hoping someone would ask ngl. @itsa-me-lily helped me come up with the backstories, and as always please enjoy! I hope you also have a wonderful day and thank you!

Some general basics real quick: -As a general reminder, we are going off of vibes, and so some things may just be handwaved. -Price is also a Duke, Simon a Marquess, and Kyle an Earl, due to their COD rankings; if Johnny hadn't been the duke in this he would also be an Earl -Vaguely they all do business of some kind concerning their own lands. I haven't charted out the specifics yet, though all of them are involved in lumber trade and the selling of goods. A quick search mostly just addresses the political power or lack thereof, but they have to have money coming from somewhere. -Price and Simon both served in the military regarding some vague war, as did Konig. Price at one point was on the battlefield (thankfully the same side) as Konig while Simon was stationed somewhere else. Now, as to these men individually. I'll be sorting them in order of least to most awful. First up is Kyle. He is the youngest of the men, though not by much. Came into his own title via inheritance, though he's not a spoiled brat. Objectively the best of the four to deal with, he's polite and kind but tends to shy away from women due to wanting to keep his heart safe. At this point he is looking to get engaged, follow the general structure expected of a noble. He's the best at using flattery to get what he wants, the 'innocent' approach disarming those around him. The first one to hear of any salacious rumors, he and Johnny tend to gossip like bored wives during the courting seasons. If I had to pick one of these men to marry, it would be Kyle: he might not be in love with me, but he would treat me well and for something like this AU that's the optimal result. Next is our dearest fellow Duke, Duke Price. The man is pragmatic to say the least. When it comes to getting information he uses a mix of casual conversation and the hard press, the first to hear of any economic stirrings that might interfere with his lifestyle. The one most built for business, his nobility comes from a mix of lineage, wealth, and power. He worked hard to get where he is, and while he can be friendly, at his core he tends to treat those he doesn't consider a close friend with basic courtesy. He has no intention of settling down, content instead with courtesans. Clean business, an exchange in which both parties get what they want. Officially has no children, though off the books he has a handful of them. He doesn't feel he would make a good full-time father, and so instead sends the mothers whatever they need financially to take care of them. And finally, Marquess Simon. A man who built his status off of military prowess and a subsequent ability to root out any misdeeds amongst his cohorts, the first to hear of any more illicit deeds that could result in charges being pressed. It helps to keep him and the others from associating with those that cross the line too far and would tarnish their good names. In a manner similar to Konig wears a face covering, though only from the cheeks down, adding an air of mystery without triggering the fight or flight response unintentionally. To quote @itsa-me-lily "this man is a menace to women". Where Price is content and honest with his dalliances, Simon prides himself in his ability to charm women. He comes across as the rough gentleman, not quite a scoundrel like Johnny, the kind of man who triggers the 'I can fix him' or 'I'm the exception' reflex in the ladies at court. He enjoys the thrill of the chase while also not making any promises. Also has unofficial children, but where Price takes care of his, Simon turns a blind eye to them. The worst one of the bunch without question, including Johnny. I have plans for all of these men, because A) I like men groveling and B) If anything this AU is about taking accountability for the flippancy of powerful men.

[snail-noodle]

"little cookie..."

you gasped as the giant form of the beast gently, oh so gently, lifted you up with the palm of her hand.

your brain was screaming at you to run, to hide, but you were frozen in place.

opening her eyes slightly, she took the time to look at you. taking in every little detail that you had.

all you could do was tremble in her palm.

as if satisfied, she closed her eyes once more before bringing you slightly closer to her chest, ignoring your gasp from the sudden movement.

"a cookie as precious as you should be here, with me."

she looked down at the three other cookies who were with you. her face showing disapproval at the three who started to take out their weapons.

one of them was wielding a sword.

half of her stolen soul jam embedded within it.

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, Jake & Jack fans, is this anything?

Both men imprisoned (literal & metaphorical).

Both offered an out from their current predicament by an outside force (arguably in the case of Brain Ghost Dirk).

Both have loose ties to Lord English visually.

Yellow initial glow & Gamzee involvement too.

Sometimes a guy just needs to explode (same pose too).

Both dual wielding weapons.

That same said weapon type (for Jack Noir) having killed Jane Crocker.

It's really looking like Jake is going to do her in.

I would also like to point out that we've had interactions involving these three (Jane, Jake, and Brain Ghost Dirk) before that consisted of similar topics & themes.

Brain Ghost Dirk implying that he's just there as moral support, a manifestation of Jake's powers, and as a coping mechanism. Jane also talking about ruling an empire with him while talking down to him, similar to how she saw and/or still sees him in Beyond Canon's Candy timeline. Jake also being uncertain about doing anything to harm her despite all the bad things she's doing.

Brain Ghost Dirk going away tells us that Jake's more hopeful than he's ever been. This is the moment where he is the most sure of his decisions than he's ever been in his life, whatever those decisions may be in regards to Jane and how to handle this situation.

He is probably going to shoot Jane down, quite literally. I would also argue that after all this time, the lad isn't beating the Lord English allegations. We might as well have a parallel of him killing Jane much like how Jack Noir killed her right before he got possessed by Lil Cal & given some of Lord English's immense power.

Alternatively maybe we'll get to see what the power of hope or hope bullets can do to someone whose done so much wrong & come so far off the deep end in terms of moral wrongdoings. Maybe with every shot that hits her, she'll begin to be swayed to the side of good & start to self-reflect.

I'm still not fully convinced that Gamzee actually cured Tavros' peanut allergy, I mean just look at the panel.

This could absolutely be interpreted as Jake injecting his hope power into the epipen and by proxy injecting both his power & the epipen into his son! If younger Jake is strong enough to defeat Grimbark Jade, then adult Jake might just be strong enough to defeat a peanut allergy is all I'm saying! In fact, now that I'm rambling about it, this seems like the more likely outcome is Jake's hope power swaying or (in the very least) confusing Jane mid-fight. Hope bullets, they would look cool & would be pretty strong!

The power of believing in others & wanting things to change can be a strong tool indeed, Mister English.

If there's one person who still believes in changing Jane's mind (or bringing her back to proper canonicity depending on how you interpret the recent lore), it would be Jake English, the believer.

Okay, maybe this is something! Tally ho!

[piko-power]

Hey. I have something to say real quick.

Stay tuned for a special Sonic Movie 3 prediction fanfic I'm working on atm

It'll be my big bang before I go away again. I swear to God please check it out when it it gets posted, I promise you, it'll be WORTH IT.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[honey-bell-aint-well]

I see the sky falling

The edges scrape across the clouds, dragging them down

They follow

like they don't enough enough strength to keep floating

The treetops curl around me

as the sky sucks them in

I look up

The behemoth fills my eyes

It feels like the end of the world

and i miss my friend

[comfortlesshurt]

2024 Fic Masterpost - Voltron

Realizing I used to have a nice clean Tumblr page for this, but I figured I should have SOMETHING to put all my recent fics together somewhere!

In case this breaches containment, I write hurt/comfort pretty exclusively, and most of my works have minor TWs. I'm a Keith stan at heart, but I've been trying to branch out on how much I involve other characters.

Short Chapter Fics:

5 Times Lance Doesn't Matter +1 Time He Finally Does

15k - complete

Lance-centric with a strong focus on Keith later

mid-canon to post-canon timeline & canon plausible

gen platonic paladins & Lance; implied pre-Klance

TW for short-term alcohol abuse & emeto

14k for the main story, +1k at the end as an optional bonus chapter (how I was originally going to write the fic before it turned into a 5+1)

Smiling 'cause you're used to it (a house that's always haunted)

12k - complete

Keith-centric

pre-Kerberos & canon plausible

Broganes

lots of TWs! emeto, implied child abuse, implied off-screen alcohol abuse by an OC, description of injury, implied bullying, implied self-harm, implied eating disorder

chapter 4 has art!

Chemicals, chemicals in my brain (where'd you go, where'd you go anyway?)

7k - reads as complete, but may get one more chapter

Keith-centric

early canon & canon plausible-ish

Broganes & implied pre-Klance

TW for forced drug use & emeto

5 Times Keith Relies on the Blade +1 Time...

10k - 5/6 chapters published

Keith-centric

mid-canon, during Keith's time as a Blade

mostly Keith & Blades, some Keith & paladins

TW for injury, but it's not super detailed

intended to follow On it, yes, indeed (on it, watch me bleed) but like... I'm not gonna stop you from reading it on its own

Oneshots:

On it, yes, indeed (on it, watch me bleed)

2.5k - complete

Keith-centric

mid-canon, just before Keith joins the BOM full-time & canon-plausible

gen with some implied Kuron fuckery

TW for injury, not very detailed

art in progress for this one!

Ficlets:

Nowhere to call home (so I'll pack and run away)

5k - complete ficlet collection (though it's the basis for a longer fic I'm working on, so you'll see more in the future if you want to)

Keith-centric

pre-canon, post-Kerberos launch, up to you whether you consider it canon plausible because I took some liberties (but it converges back to canon episode 1 by the end)

gen (it's Keith alone in the desert; kind of hard to explore relationships in isolation)

the most TWs I've ever put into one work, so don't feel like you HAVE to read this fic! it's not for everyone; it's mainly for me. recreational drug use, vehicular accident, basic description of injuries, my personal experiences with poverty (which may not match up with yours and that's okay), starvation, emeto, mentioned animal death, slight suicidal ideation

it has a playlist linked in the first author's note!

art is also in progress

What are you wondering? (What do you know?)

<1k - may get a second chapter, but reads as a complete ficlet now

Shiro-centric

pre-canon, post Galra capture, & canon plausible

gen

TW for body horror and human experimentation maybe? it's not super detailed