#kinda wanna make this a multi chapter fic

[mechazushi]

Kafka Hibino

Kafka Hibino.... with visible salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka HIbino.... in that black turtleneck and a dark brown leather jacket and also wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing that outfit and is an Animal Biology Professor in an College Au.

Kafka Hibino..... asking out Hoshina who is an Advanced Mathematics Professor working at the same college, to have an after-work drink with him.

Slightly DRUNK Kafka Hibino... becoming very forward with an also slightly drunk Hoshina

Slightly Drunk Hoshina... immediately matching Kafka's freak tenfold and Kafka is very much fine with this.

[bayrpf]

I need frock I need someone to talk about frock with SAVE MEEE

im HERE IM HEREEE🗣️🗣️🗣️

[ficyorick]

I’m nearing that point in worse ending where I have to make a decision whether I’m gonna make them discuss their sexualities or just wave that away bc it’s a fanfic and everyone’s gay in fanfics …. Bc I rly do wanna get into that but i think it might work better in a different project … I think k I might end up kinda saving that for another work but I really really really want to get into that !!!! I rly want to discuss that from butchers point of view bc it’s so endlessly fascinating to me

Fandoms take on butcher is usually that he’s the experienced one and very secure and chill with his sexuality while HL is usually aware he’s not straight but he’s repressed or just less experienced in general bc of his public image. And I like that for butcher but I just think that there’s also so much untapped potential for his self loathing when you consider Lenny

Like how guilty butcher would feel if his little brother went thru so much hell, at least some of it motivated by their father being homophobic (whether Lenny was actually gay or not doesn’t matter), and then he’s the one who’s out there , still alive and having sex with men. THE GUILT???? It adds soooo much tragic nuance !!!!!!!!

And I think I might save most of that for another fic and I hope worse ending won’t suffer for it bc I mostly just don’t wanna write same conversations over and over YOU KNOW??? this is what I’ve already written down for the other multi chapter idea bc I’m insane BUT YOU NEED TO SEE MY VISION

[marisol-000]

The Sandbox Scientists ch. 3

Sooooo I may have been off about how long this would take, in my defense this is only my second multi-chapter fic! My solution to this is to stop guessing when things will be done so you get ch. 4 when you get it <3

Something I realized when double checking the opening scene is that I accidentally made it very unclear which Henry is narrating XD, I’ve decided to leave it that way

Big chapter this time! I thought about splitting it up but that's lame so you get what you get <3 Happy Thanksgiving!

(a03)

Henry was over the moon.

The adults liked science!!!

The adults like science the way they liked science!!!!!

They weren't mad or grossed out at all! Like the other grown ups and kids were when he talked about it.

The “Lodgers” as they called themselves had shown him and the other him all sorts of cool stuff! Like a GIANT octopus, and a metal man with glowing eyes, the biggest telescope he’d ever seen in his life, and even mice that were invisible!

There were so many labs here that were used for all sorts of things he didn’t understand yet!

Mr. Sinnet even let them hold his flamethrower!!

Not even his mother liked when he showed her his ‘science projects’. But these guys! They let him put his hands in the dirt and pick up a plant that moved!

Other Henry touched some slime that didn’t stick if he was fast enough!

And one of the lodgers gave them candy!

Whatever this place was was the best place EVER! He hoped Momma would let them come back sometime.

Archer, their new friend, leaned next to them while they tried the big lollipops someone named Doodle gave them.

“So, what kinda science is you two’s favorite? Neuroscience? Engineering? Cryptobiology?”

No one ever asked Henry what kind of science he liked! He also didn’t know what those words meant but he couldn’t wait to find out!

“Potions! I like to make potions with stuff I find outside! Oh and monsters! When I grow up I’m gonna be a monster doctor so I can help monsters when they get sick!”

Other him jumped in at this. “Yeah! I’m gonna make potions that bring people back to life, like Frankenstein!”

Someone nearby gasped. A hushed mutter ran through the crowd at this. Lodgers who had started to drift away and chat with their neighbors were suddenly pulled back into the boys’ conversation.

Archer straightened, and had an odd spark in his eyes.

“Sooooo, you like Frankenstein then?”

They nodded, “Mm hm! He’s the coolest scientist ever! I wanna be just like him!”

The whispers grew louder, with people giggling and nudging each other.

“You don’t say? Then I bet it’d be <em>really</em> cool if I were to tell you about a certain someone who’s in town.” Archer mused.

Henry paused in trying to bite his lollipop, “Who?”

Surely they couldn’t mean…

“Oh no one special,” he said, someone snickered behind them, “It’s just that we just so <em>happen</em> to have a certain… mad scientist in our attic right now.”

The boys froze where they were. For a moment Archer got a little worried.

“FRANKENSTEIN?!?!?!??!?!??!”

Frankenstein was having a quiet day.

She’d had her fair share of that in life, living in the wilderness, distancing herself from society. Hell, even before everything she had isolated herself from the world, driven everyone away lest the small minds find out about her incredible experiments.

Which was fine, she didn't need anyone else. So what if the lodgers had barely stopped by to talk to her all day? It didn’t bother her at all! It wasn’t like she took the slightest indication that she was being ignored with anything less than the <em>utmost</em> grace and dignity.

She huffed into her book and pretended not to be eyeing the door instead of it’s pages. Glaring as though hating it personally. As if her lovelies were just on the other side waiting to see her and this stubborn door was the problem.

Creature, the stone wall, was as content as ever with the silence. Enjoying a book of his own in the corner, likely philosophy or something.

Although constant companions and wholly comfortable talking to each other, the two had worn out their conversation topics years ago. Either agreeing on certain things or tired of arguing in circles on others.

There were days when they'd debate for hours about something she was <em>clearly</em> right about and days where they pretended the other didn’t exist.

Lately he often mocked her about her ‘adoring fans’.

Judged her for how greedily she drank up the attention like a surgical sponge. Languishing in the first shreds of approval she’d had in decades.

Well, he hadn't actually said any of that, but he was thinking it! She knew he was!

She could just feel his disapproval in how easily she was letting herself get attached as if it were her own…

Bah! What does he know?

She hears them before she sees them, WAY before she sees them. The gaggle of lodgers charging up the steps with almost as much enthusiasm as they did on her first day awake.

The woman straightened immediately, practically tossing her book aside and giving her full attention to the door.

Finally, Frankenstein’s day was resuscitated as a crowd of almost every lodger in the building burst into her room. All chattering and shifting and even waving at her like her prison of a bed was a grand stage or operating theatre.

They kept a respectable distance considering how small the room was with so many people in it. And she preened under their attention, ignoring creatures sigh at his reading being interrupted.

“Frankenstein! Frankenstein!” everyone called out excitedly. Eagerly talking over each other.

Everyone was smiling and leaning around each other to get a better view of her. All their words blending together. 

A hearty laugh bubbled out of Frankenstein’s chest. They were so energetic and curious, smart and idealistic. They were perfect scientist material!

She wanted to put them all in her pocket and take them with her on her travels, tell them stories, show them the world.

Oh, how she resented that idiotic Doctor Jekyll for keeping them in a box. The way he had them eating out of his perfectly manicured hand, thanking him for their gilded cage.

Well it was about time they bit that hand!

Couldn't they see how the world was not in their books and manuscripts, it was out there!

Frankenstein held her gloved hands up to quiet the noise, taking a big breath for what was sure to be a rallying speech that would finally convince the so-called lodgers to fight for their freedom.

“Frankenstein! We have some special guests who want to meet you!”

She was cut off by a few of the lodgers. Fighting their way through the crowd, they were ushering someone to the front, entirely hidden behind the energetic scientists.

Frankenstein blinked in surprise as there, pushed out of the huddle as though in offering, were two…children.

She froze.

A cold wind rushed through her, instantly snuffing out the spark she’d held seconds ago. Cutting through her coat to her core.

The two boys in front of her were distinctive in appearance, it nagged at her, distantly. But all she could see was William.

“These are our newest recruits! Henderson and what was it? Benry? Yeah Benry.”

There was no way anyone named these unfortunate children that, unless London had gotten weird while she was gone, but the two seemed too entranced with her creature to correct them.

The boys weren't even looking at her like everyone else was, eyes instead on the homunculi like he was some celebrity they got backstage tickets to see.

“We found them snooping ‘round our labs!” “Cripes they were hard to catch.” “These two are gonna be fine scientists someday!”

The creature that had killed her youngest brother.

She understood why he did it.

She understood it was her fault.

It was her fault. For making a monster with such strength, just to see if she could. It was her fault for abandoning it, leading to the resentment and hatred for all like her. All Frankensteins.

It was her fault he was dead.

No! It was the price one paid for Science, she was wrong to have attachments then and she would not let herself get attached to these kids now. Not when it meant people got hurt. Not when - aannnnnnd Creature was letting them climb on him like monkey bars.

To her shock Creature was holding perfectly still, staring in utter befuddlement at the small things crawling on him like bugs.

As hesitant as he looked, he wasn’t stopping them. Merely watching.

It was… odd.

This had never happened to him before. Fully grown adults who were hardened from life and trained to deal with criminals turned tail at the mere sight of him, yet here were two children, gazing up at him with round eyes like he was Santa Claus.

“WOW, you’re Frankenstein's monster?!”

“Did you kill Frankenstein?”

“Are you gonna kill someone else?”

“How did Frankenstein make you?”

“Can we be friends?”

“Do you wanna play doctor with us? Mr.Tanis gave me a scalpel!”

One of the lodgers yelped, “What!? I most certainly did not!”

The way they were looking at him…

The lodgers looked at him the same way. At first he had taken it with suspicion, as he did all things. Assuming that their looks were of scientific curiosity, and that they were imagining all the ways they could dissect him. Take him apart and find out how he ticked, just like Moraue longed to.

But now, it was obvious, they were looking at him with childlike wonder.

Creature stared mutely as the lodgers wrestled the knife from the boy with brown hair, not quite understanding it yet.

The blond’s hair tickled as it brushed against his shoulder, though he did not react to it. The two children were being surprisingly careful where they placed their hands, taking care to not pull on any of his seams.

Creature watched as the little one slipped off, landing back first on his lap with an “oof”. The fall wasn't tall enough to knock the breath out of him though, so he seemed fine.

Creature lifted him up, holding the boy in one palm. He giggled in response.

One of the lodgers whose name he didn’t know called out to the boys.

“Hey! Didn’t you want ‘ta meet Frankenstein?”

The man was standing by the bed, gesturing to his creator with a smile.

The two boys gasped and scrambled to her.

The woman seemed almost startled to have her name called, snapping out of her trance.

Frankenstein shook the clashing thoughts out of her head. The two children at her bedside were staring at her, opening and closing their mouths like they couldn’t grasp what question to ask first.

She looked at the one with brown hair. She had snorted instinctively when he pulled an actual scalpel out of nowhere. A fine scientist indeed.

The blonde one had eyes like she’d never seen before. Perhaps he was some sort of creature? Or a descendant of one at least. No humans eyes produced light like that for no reason.

They looked at her like she hung the stars, like she held the secret to life itself. Which she did of course. 

No wonder these boys had snuck into the society just to see her! Why, who wouldn’t want to see the infamous Dr. Frankenstein!

And what's more, these precious children were untainted by Dr. Henry’s lies! The false ideas of what a mad scientist should be, reliant on his wealth and equipment.

Victoria had always seen herself as Job, a man who had everything taken from him, everything he loved and everyone who loved him, only to be rewarded for his faith.

She’d always seen the advancement of science as her reward for carrying out her experiments, a higher plane of understanding, the closest a human could come to godhood. But… hadn’t Job’s been everything he’d lost twofold?

Maybe, when she and Creature left London, they wouldn’t have to leave alone.

[I was struck by LIGHTNING when writing this sentence. All of the sudden a whole new plotline was open to me. One where Henry stays with the society and Edward is offered the chance to leave with Frankenstein to the _ forests.

It reminds me of gravity falls when the twins argue over Dipper taking Ford’s internship.]

Frankenstein puffed up her chest and launched into a story.

When Lanyon returned he waltzed through the kitchen door, swinging it open dramatically.

“Rachel, I'm back! I told the tailor Edward lost their bags on the trip here, so they need a new wardrobe.” he crowed, only to see an empty kitchen.

Hm, not in here. He wandered out again, peeking down random hallways.

He hadn't really told them that. As soon as he’d handed off the note and the words “childrens clothes” were out of his mouth Lady Beatrice and Lady Kimberleigh had practically mobbed him. Gushing and asking if he and Everly had finally had luck with a baby. He nearly had to beat the women off with a clothing hanger!

He shuddered at the thought of what rumors would come of this.

Regardless, the outfits were ordered and they could pick up a set in the morning.

“Rachel! Henry! Where in the blazes are you?”

“Robert!!”

He paused in the middle of the hall. That was Rachel. But he’d never heard her shout like that. She sounded almost scared, Rachel never sounded scared! Not even when Hyde disappeared after the fire.

He turned around and was surprised to see her running up to him with wide eyes, her hair a mess like she'd been running her hands through it. Her eyes red and puffy.

“Robert I’ve been looking everywhere and I <em>can’t</em> find them I can’t I've looked everywhere please tell me you know where they are.” she gasped, skidding to a stop.

His eyes widened, heartbeat picking up, “Know where- what?! Rachel you were the one who claimed <em>I</em> couldn't handle them, don’t tell me you’ve lost them already!”

The day manager tried to catch her breath, swiping a lock out of her eye.

“I was-! I took my eyes off them for just a minute! I left them to get changed while I made some sandwiches and I told- I told them to come to the kitchen after but they didn't and I went back for them but they- Robert they weren't there and I’ve <em>looked</em> everywhere oh what if they’ve left the building? Robert I <em>can’t</em> lose him again! I can’t!” she cried.

Lanyon had <em>never</em> seen her like this, she was always so sure and confident, it honestly made him nervous.

She reached out to him for a hug and he flinched back like her arms were livewires.

“Er, Well!! They can’t have gone too far! I’m sure they're just hiding or something. Kids do that, I think. Surely there's some nook or cranny you haven't checked yet!” He was stone stiff oh god where was Jekyll when you needed him, he can't comfort this poor girl!

Rachel just shook her head, curls flying, “No no I checked my room, Henry’s office, I checked all the labs and rooms and bathrooms I can’t think of anywhere else <em>to</em> look!”

“Well, they’ve gotta be here, can't the lodgers whip up some sort of, I don’t know, finding device?” He peered down the hall, hoping to flag down the nearest one and get them to deal with this. Unfortunately it seemed like he was on his own for this one.

“I don’t think that's how it works Lanyon, besides it’d take far too long, what if they're hurt?”

“Well they should at least <em>try</em>.” He huffed, “It wouldn't hurt to have more people looking either. Where are the lodgers anyway?” Now that he thought of it he hadn’t seen anyone besides Rachel since walking in.

Rachel sniffed, rubbing her face and breathing more evenly.

“Oh yeah, they were all running around earlier, some sort of emergency.

I think Griffin finally turned invisible and they lost him or something.”

She looked around, just noticing how empty the halls were.

“Uh, that was a while ago actually. They should have found him by now.”

Lanyon shifted uncomfortably. First Henry and Edward, now the whole society? Whatever was going on couldn’t be good.

In fact, it was almost suspicious how everyone had gone missing at the same time while he was gone…

“Wait. Oh god, What if the lodgers have them? The lodgers hate Henry! What if they took him away? What if they’re experimenting on him right now to find out why he’s small?!” Lanyon yelped.

Rachel frowned at him, “The lodgers do not hate Henry.”

“Oh yeah? What about the exhibition they’re all refusing to take part in? You’ve heard what they're saying about him, that he’s somehow corrupt and ‘rotten’ just because he hasn't gone off the deep end and killed anyone using science or something!”

“They're just going through a bit of a rebellious phase right now.” she defended, “And besides, even if they did, they love Hyde, they drink and play games all the time! They wouldn't hurt him.”

“That's worse!” Lanyon cried. He resisted the urge to run his hands through his styled hair, “Hyde’s planning on killing Jekyll for his will! What if the lodgers are in on it? What if they know he inherits the society? Now would be the perfect time to do it, they probably took him off to Queen Frankenstein while he’s small and defenseless!”

“Edward is <em>not</em> plotting to kill Jekyll!” Rachel shouted, “Would you give that a rest already! As for Franken..stein…”

The two looked at each other with wide eyes and bolted for the stairs.

“And that's when the beast pounced! I dropped my torch and rolled out of the way, I heard it crash into the brush behind me and took the chance to make a break for it. I ran all night, struggling to see my way in the dark and knowing it had no such human limitations. 

Miles away from civilization I knew my only chance was to somehow find Creature in the snowy woods before the beast found me.”

The lodgers gasped quietly and whispered to each other, sitting criss-crossed on the floor.

Both children were sat on Frankenstein’s lap, enraptured by her tale. They looked up at her with wide eyes, hanging on her every word.

“At one point I stumbled my way into a clearing, the…vollmond shining down on me. It was close behind, I could hear the thing snapping branches like twigs. I knew the only way was forward and started running. I could barely breathe, my legs felt like lead, with every step I took it only got closer, bounding after me on all six legs. It’s wide maw-”

The door slammed open with a bang. Everyone jumped, some people screaming in surprise.

Everyone whirled around.

At the door were two figures, hidden by the shaded doorframe.

Frankenstein huffed, more annoyed than anything. 

“Really doctor, this is the second time you've interrupted my tales for your insipid formula…Oh, the other one.”

The doctor coming toward her was not Jekyll, as she assumed, but Lanyon. The purple man was trudging through the crowd on the floor, stepping on hands and nearly tripping over people in his haste.

She crossed her arms, huffing, “Really, you and your-”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

As soon as he was in range Robert snatched Henry off her lap. Earning a startled yelp from the boy.

Frankenstein jolted, confused. She hadn't seen this man much and while he was never the most agreeable person, she'd never seen him so furious.

She sputtered as he held the boy to his chest the way mothers did when she and Creature walked by. If she were in a better mood she’d get a kick out of the gentleman fearing her more than her creation.

“What in the world do you think you're doing? Grabbing this boy like you own him when I was <em>clearly</em>-!”

“What are you doing to him? Huh? Putting ideas in his head, trying to make him mad like you!” he accused, holding the boy tight while he squirmed uncomfortably.

“I bet you people are trying to brainwash him! Get him involved in unnatural things and mad scientist nonsense!”

Rachel, who was much shorter than the doctor and was caught behind the now-standing crowd of lodgers, tried to call out to him. “Er, Robert! I don’t think-” 

“Hey! What's your problem?” “We’re having storytime here!” “You're in the way!” “Leave him alone!” “Frankenstein ain’t done nothing wrong!”

Lanyon turned on the crowd with a snarl.

“Nothing wrong? Are you people crazy? She hit him!!”

Everyone gasped at the wild accusation. Of course they were on her side! Nevermind that Henry was just trying to help her when she hit him! Nevermind that she didn’t even have the grace to apologize!

One of the lodgers he did recognize, Helsby, immediately jumped to the quacks' defense.

“How <em>dare</em> you say that about Frankenstein! You rich pricks are all the same! Slandering good people's names when it suits you!”

“Frankenstein would never do that!”

“Yeah! We’ve been here the whole time and she never hurt him at all!”

Frankenstein herself looked unbelievably offended, her face a likely unhealthy shade of red for someone her age. “Dr. Robert I’m aware you disapprove of my presence here but I have NO intentions of hurting any child.” she spat coldly.

“Oh yeah? Even if that child is Jekyll?” He challenged.

“I- what on earth are you talking about you simpleton, that's not doctor Jekyll thats…”

Frankenstein looked at the boy squirming in his arms, <em>really</em> looked at him.

The smaller boy was still on the bed with her, pulling on the brunette in Robert’s arms. The brunette reached back, holding onto the other, looking at him with red eyes… he had a rather hooked nose…

The lodgers took up her rebuttal with vigor.

“What? Lanyon, did you hit your head man?”

“Yeah obviously that's Benry!”

Robert stared incredulously at the room full of scientists and doctors. Jaw hanging wide.

“<em>Are you telling me not a single one of you realized they're Jekyll and Hyde?!</em>”

Every person in the room stopped still.

“<em>WHAT???</em>”

“What did <em>Jekyll</em> do to get on Ito’s bad side?”

“Wait, you guys didn’t know that?”

“You did??? Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I thought we all knew and just weren't talking about it!”

“WHY WOULD WE DO THAT?!”

“Oh, I thought they were Jekyll and Hyde's secret love children.”

“<em>What?!</em>”

“What, you think one of them's a girl? And besides, Hyde's only worked here the past two years, these guys are older than that!”

“So? Are you saying Hyde didn't exist before then or what? You think Hyde spontaneously came into existence two years ago? Huh?”

“Are YOU saying only girls can give birth? Some gals are guys!”

“Sure but Hyde??”

“He <em>is</em> rather short for a man his age.”

“Actually I was thinking Jekyll, he seems kinda feminine doesn't he?”

“Maybe Hyde knocked Jekyll up and recently found out about them! And he stayed to be a good father!”

“Pfft! Hyde? A good father? Now you're talking crazy.”

“I bet <em>that's</em> why Jekyll’s kept him around so long! He's the father of their children!”

Lanyon felt anger and disbelief rush through his whole body. He worked his mouth trying to say whatever was on his mind that wasn’t straight cussing.

“I - I - NEITHER OF THEM ARE WOMEN AND THESE AREN'T THEIR SECRET LOVE CHILDREN WOULD YOU LOT SHUT IT ALREADY”

Robert held a hand to his temples, his face screwed into a scowl.

“We suspect they were testing some sort of potion and something went wrong, turning them both into children.”

“Both of them drank it?” “What kind of potion?” “Wait but why don’t they remember us?” “Are they stuck like this?”

“Stuck like what?”

He stiffened. For a moment he’d entirely forgotten he was still holding Henry in his arms.

The boy was looking up at him, wide red eyes searching his face for something.

“Are-are we, we didn’t…?”

Suddenly Lanyon realized they had been hiding it. He and Rachel hadn’t mentioned who they were, why they knew them, or the real reason they couldn't go home. Hell they had even left the kitchen earlier to talk out of earshot.

They hadn’t meant to keep it from them. Honestly hiding it hadn't crossed their minds, but, neither did telling them. 

It felt wrong somehow. Like they weren't planning on having them around long enough to have the need to explain it to them. 

The boys hadn't asked why they knew them, too young to really distrust them. They just assumed all adults knew everything.

Before he had to answer and make everything worse, Rachel cut in. Now free of the jostling crowd and finally making it to Frankenstein’s bedside.

“Er, so, you remember when we found you, and we knew your names?” she asked.

The boys nod slowly, quietly looking at her.

“Well, nobody told us your names, we know them because, well I guess you told us.

We’re friends. We have been for a while, but, you two are supposed to be adults. Like us. Your names are Edward Hyde and Dr. Henry Jekyll. And you work here at the society, like we do.”

Henry tightened his hands on Robert's sleeve, face unreadable.

Edward gaped at the woman, still standing on the bed.

“But- but we’re not, we didn't drink any potions. We were at home!”

“I know, I know this doesn’t make any sense, I’m sorry for that. But, this isn’t so bad is it? We can take care of you! We’re gonna find a way to fix this. Right?”

She glanced at Robert, who was tight-lipped and looking at his friend with a distracted look in his eyes.

“Uh, right.”

“That-That’s ridiculous!!”

Right. Frankenstein was still there.

Robert slowly composed himself, the smugness he felt in realizing the woman had been speechless that whole time fueling his salty soul.

As mad as she had looked earlier, it was a cold sort of anger. This? This sputtering rage was fuming.

“This boy cannot be Dr. Henry! He is a scientist! That blasted doctor is nothing but a-a-a shameful fake and a stain on the name of science itself! Henry Jekyll is a disgrace of an alchemist and false idol of respectability and hollowness!

I detest that horrible man!” She gestured to the boy in Robert's arms, “How dare you make the wild claim that he is…that…”

Her eyes widened as she saw the expression on said boy's face.

Everyone in the room stared in horror as both kids BURST into tears.

“What is <em>wrong</em> with you??”

Rachel grabbed Henry from Robert. Who was holding the sobbing boy as far away from himself as he possibly could. Then snatched Edward up under her other arm. Storming from the room in a hurry.

She could hear Lanyon and Frankenstein start shouting behind her, quickly joined by everyone else. 

Rachel kicked the door shut behind them and sprinted all the way to Jekyll’s office.

When they got there she had to put the boys down to open the door. 

They had stopped crying by now but were eerily silent. Both looking down at their feet.

“Don’t listen to Frankenstein, both of you. That old hag's hated Dr. Jay since she got here for no reason at all! She isn’t even a real doctor!” she huffed.

Her voice hammered through the silence in a way that almost made her regret speaking at all. But the boys didn’t so much as flinch.

Creasing her eyebrows in worry, Rachel led them to the side room she knew Jekyll usually slept in instead of his own house. She's not sure exactly how old they are right now but they were definitely young enough to need a nap after all that.

As the boys walked past her she snatched Edward up into a hug and <em>squeezed</em>.

He startled, kicking his legs around. “Hey! Stop doing that!”

“Goodness sakes you two! Do you have any idea how worried I was when you ran off? I have half a mind to lecture you for leaving like that! But…”  now wasn’t a good time to scold them, “ I’ll let it slide if you chickadees lay down without a fuss.” she promised, nodding to the bedroom.

Henry looked around the room, there wasn’t much to see. More red curtains blocking out the light, a single bed pushed up against the wall, and a rather large wardrobe. Like the office, there were a lot of books, either on shelves or just the floor. There were many frames on the walls but it was too dark to make out many details.

They didn’t have shoes to remove so Rachel set Edward down on the bed, Henry hopping up next to him.

Sniffing, the two nuzzled into the pillows quietly as Rachel tucked the blankets in around them. 

Rachel is leaning against the doorway between Jekyll’s office and room when she hears the doorknob rattle.

She startles a bit, instinctively reaching for the kitchen knife in her pocket. <em>I swear to god if that wretch hobbled all the way here just to-</em>

The office door swings open to reveal Lanyon.

He blinks when he sees her, but doesn’t look too surprised. Mostly he just looks tired.

Behind him was Ito, who followed him into the room silently. She nodded at Rachel in acknowledgement, who nodded back.

Rachel peeked into the room, still asleep.

She pushed off the doorframe and with a final glance back, gently closed the door.

Lanyon sighed, stopping at Jekyll’s desk.“I talked to the lodgers, they're not to tell anyone outside of the society about this. Ms. Ito has volunteered to take a look at whatever potion they drank.”

Ito, who had been drawn by the shouting, had been given a rundown by the other lodgers. And, unamused at the grown adults all talking over each other, waited politely til Lanyon was done to offer her services.

“Dr.Jekyll taught me everything I know, if anyone can figure out what went wrong it would be me.” she stated.

“Alright, we think this is the potion they took.” Robert grabbed the glass container lying on the desk to hand to Ito, “It was the only one out of place when we came in, though neither of us actually saw them drink it.”

She nodded, taking the glass and holding it to the light.

There was very little liquid left. It looked to be a dull brown at first but when she tilted in one way and the other there was an oily red and green residue around the edges.

She sniffed at the potion, the smell alone almost made her gag. An unholy mix of so much salt she could smell it and residual fumes that made her head spin. Frankly she's surprised the two men managed to swallow this at all. Though with the things she’s seen Hyde eat maybe she shouldn’t be.

Ito sighed, “This just doesn’t make any sense, Dr. Jekyll would have measured out exact amounts, and certainly taken it one at a time if they were testing something new. Unless it had a delayed reaction.”

“What if it wasn’t something new?” Rachel suggested, “What if they did this a lot and were more casual with it?”

“Maybe, but what would they be so casual with? Do they take the same medication?”

“Mm, not that I know of. Maybe not medicine then? I know Edward drinks random potions sometimes for the hell of it.” she laughed quietly, “One time he vomited some sort of green goo in my sink and ran all the way to Jekyll's office.”

“Not to mention we practically have to force Henry to take medicine when he <em>is</em> sick.” Robert offered. The only thing he knew of Jekyll self-medicating with was wine, and it didn't typically de-age people by almost thirty years.

Ito poked around the desk in silence. She knew Dr. Jekyll was usually a dedicated note-taker, but again, if this was something he did often there would be no reason to.

Frustratingly, the habit of putting ingredients away after herself that the doctor tried so hard to drill into her was working against them now.

Usually it meant that volatile materials weren't lying around waiting to be knocked over and cause messes, or even small explosions. But in this case it meant she had no idea what ingredients were used in this experiment.

Dammit. She sighed and turned to Rachel and Lanyon.

“Alright, so basically I have no clue what this was originally supposed to do, much less how it went wrong, much less how to reverse it. 

I can take a closer look at this with some equipment but this isn’t a lot to work with.”

The two looked at her in shock, like she’d grown another head.

Robert bit his lip, tiredness quickly replaced with nervous energy.

“Can’t you just, give them a potion that makes them older?” he asked.

Ito made a face. “I…don’t think that would be a good idea. If we forced them to grow up they still wouldn't have any of their old memories, they'd just be adult-shaped children. And that's <em>if</em> something like that would work and not mix negatively with whatever they've taken. For all we know this could be a temporary side effect, and changing anything would mess everything up.”

“So they just, won’t remember us? Everything we’ve done together, everything we’ve talked about, all the time we spent together is just gone?” Rachel cried, “There's nothing we can do to get them back?”

Robert clenched his fists on the desk.

Ito sighed, “I know this isn’t what you want to hear but I think the best thing to do is just try to wait this out.”

She refused to say something so terrible out loud, but there might not be a solution to this.

Lanyon’s expression is blank with shock, then twists into anger.

“Well are we just supposed to wait forever?! Wait for them to grow up naturally? What about our friends? Our- our-!”

Ito clenched her jaw, “They’re my friends too.” she snapped.

“Look, there’s not much I can do with the information we have, Dr. Lanyon.

Even if I knew what went wrong and how to reverse this we'd need a ton of body parts. One of the most basic rules of alchemy is that mass can't be made or destroyed and I’m not even sure where it went when they shrank!” she said, throwing her hands up.

The neo alchemist took what remained of the potion and walked out of the room, leaving the two leaning over the desk in despair.

“I'll keep working on it but please, don’t get your hopes up.”

She closed the office door behind her to give them some privacy.

[crazylittlejester]

A warriors…meets…cia again fic???

hold up lemme just—-

😎

😳🕶️🤏

he is only ten years old jes. Devastating. (*adds it to my future a03 bedtime stories to-read later*)

it was like a four word prompt sent in by an anon that’s grown into a huge multi chapter thing because I didn’t expect it to get as long as it has and now I’m realizing I have to break it up into chapters 😭 I’ve literally been working on it for like… five months, poor Mandarin Wars Anon has had to deal with my dumb ass getting too carried away with things and I’m so grateful for their patience 😭 It’s been scrapped and completely rewritten at MINIMUM like six times now, the plot has been COMPLETELY changed, it’s been a wild ride 😭 I’m sticking it in my ‘You’re A Part Of Me’ series which has been a bit fun because i get to drag little elements from past fics in that series into this one. small enough things that someone who hasn’t read the series won’t feel like theyre missing something but people who HAVE might recognize the reference

the plot has sort of turned into a murder mystery almost… im losing my mind, genuinely, i’ve put so much time into this fic

it’s also something i’ve been struggling with the rating on for months, because while I do not write explicit things (because that is my personal preference), the themes are a bit heavy, and because of that I decided I’ll be raising the rating to M. Which has also just allowed me to add in other things unrelated to the initial reason I was worrying over the rating and not worry about thinking “is this too violent-“. A while ago I considered writing two versions of the fic because I know a lot of people who’d been following me back when I got that prompt in the first place were really really excited about it, but that’s a lot of editing and I’m not sure how many people are still that into it 😭 So i’ll probably do a poll or make a post or SOMETHING to see if people would want a T rated version, if enough people do I’ll edit the fic

to be so so clear tho: the main reason this fic is going to be rated M is because of heavy themes, heavy discussions, and trauma related to a past event, i just wanted to play it safe. since deciding i was going to rate it higher, ive allowed myself to throw in more detailed descriptions of violence and nightmares and shit like that. and the main part of the fic that made me first think i should bump the rating up is going to have like *** in the text before and after it so people can just skip that if they want, cos if I’m gonna write a fic about trauma, then i’m gonna write a fic about trauma. and this is my free therapy so 🕺🕺🕺

anyways, i don’t wanna say it because i feel like then it’s just not gonna happen, but I’m hoping and PRAYING i can post the first chapter when Mandarin Wars Anon gets back 😭 fingers fuckin crossed. AND THE FIC ACTUALLY HAS A NAME NOW, WHICH IS FUCKING CRAZY AFTER FIVE MONTHS OF JUST CALLING IT “Mandarin Wars Anon’s Fic”

also i’ve been debating letting Time just go absolutely batshit towards the end of this fic because he kinda deserves it, as a little treat, yknow?

i really hope it lives up to the expectations🧍‍♂️ ive felt a lot of pressure while working on this cos so many people have gotten excited for it and im a BIT worried its just going to absolutely suck, so if i drop it and disappear off the face of the earth for a bit its because the anxiety ate me alive

[deathbyclown]

I have a few multi-chapter works that I’ve been slowly writing, but I kinda wanna buckle down and focus on one. I’m not sure which one to prioritize so which one sounds more interesting to you as a reader?

Descriptions down below.

More specific descriptions of each fic:

Crocodile/Buggy: Buggy is an omega close to his heat and he doesn't realize it until Crocodile, who is an alpha, notices. Buggy goes through his heat partner options and he asks Crocodile just to check him off his list. But he realizes he wants Crocodile, that he has to have him for his heat partner. Time is ticking but Crocodile makes him sign some forms and stay with him during his heat. Buggy is desperate enough to go along with just about anything.

Buggy/Reader: Reader is a sex worker who goes to Buggy's Delivery looking for jobs. She knows that there's mercenary work, along with a variety of other jobs too. She submits her name, and the agency says she'll have some job offers soon. She's called to meet with Buggy and he asks her (not in so many words) for a freebie. She obliges. The next day she has a job offer for something very cushy, something that seems like it wouldn't be offered for a new recruit. She accepts the job and keeps Buggy in mind, wanting to see him again when she returns.

Mihawk/Buggy: Gender swapped in this story. Crocodile sends Mihawk and Buggy away for some kind of secret mission. They establish themselves on an abandoned island. Buggy is shocked when Mihawk tells her that they are going to train. She forces Buggy to fight her with training swords and seastone cuffs, continually knocking her on her ass. Can Mihawk whip Buggy into shape? What are two adult women to do all alone on this huge island?

[leonenjoyer69]

how do you write. (specifically fics)

i have like some ideas currently but i havent brought myself to write anything yet at all 😭

also any tips/advice you find helpful would be cool too

Vjejfiejkf ty for this ask, I'm actually so honored--

First of all, I tend to write everything on my phone in a writing app, bc I'm not about that Laptop life, but otherwise, uh, I'll throw this into two categories--

Oneshots: generally for one shots I get beamed with an idea and immediately go Yap about it, either on my server or with one or two specific people that I know will help me develop it via feedback :3

then, I generally jot down a synopsis of what I have so far and random little ideas of what I want to include, usually so I can return later and know wtf I was thinking to do next. I have a good few WIPs where I didn't end up doing that, and guess who doesn't know how to continue them now, so yeah, always do AT LEAST a brief little synopsis. Also goes for multi chapter fics, ofc. They also don't have to be serious or anything, like, this was the thing up top for my mind jekyon fic:

Very silly, but it gets the whole idea and big points across.

Multichapter fics: okay, this one's,,, a decent bit different, mainly bc I have my girlfriend (who also edits my stuff) plotting things for A Little Identity bc I'm actually really bad at plotting and pacing longer stuff.

I usually go to her with ideas and future plans and she'll dive deeper into the ideas I have for the next chapter I need to write so I have more guidance, makes things much easier for me, bc I get stuck less.

But, this could also probably be substituted once more by must talking with someone you think could help you develop it. Feedback and extra ideas are a writer's best friend! Go yap about your ideas! Especially with someone you know will bounce ideas back with you!

Motivation to write tho,,,, I have a few things.

-listening to a playlist or songs that remind you of a character or certain scenario you wanna write about. I have a character playlist for each of my tgs OCs, and then one for A Little Identity in general, and there are a few songs I straight up associate with future chapters that I can't even talk about yet. They form a whole little scene in my head, and having that makes it much easier to write it. Additionally, when I maybe get stuck with characterization, I'll go listen to that specific characters playlist. Music is your best friend! I've gotten beamed MANY ideas from songs, at random sometimes too.

-do a sprint with sprinto! It's a discord bot that gives you a 15 minute timer and takes your starting and ending word count and calculates it, ranking it against anyone else who did the sprint with you. It's very good for more competitive people, and it's a very nice thing to have on a server. I've seen it get people out of a writer's block on my server, so it's certainly nice to use.

-let the writing drive come to you. I won't lie, most days just aren't writing days for me. The English language will allude me, I'll get stuck on where I want to go next, dialogue will destroy me, etc.

I think writing is just kinda like that sometimes, so just write what you can when you can! If you have a main fic you feel you need to update but also a bunch of little oneshots, then work on whatever you feel the drive to! There's no point in trying to force yourself to work on one thing when you have a bunch of ideas for another thing-- the most important thing is that you wrote in general.

The time will come when you get the motivation and ideas for that other thing, so just do what you can when you can, writing is writing :3

-reread what you've already written, or if it's a fanfic, reread/watch the source material. I can't tell you the number of times rereading all of Lanyon's lore pages has given me new ideas with Elias, as well as just reading through old stuff or incomplete oneshots that have my OCs and such. Sometimes you just need a refresher!

-read other fics. This generally helps see how other people format things, which can sometimes help when you're struggling. Sometimes I'll also search for stuff that has specific things that I don't know how to describe very well.

Andddddd I think that's all I've got? Hopefully this helps people, so go out and write! There's never enough fan fics 🙏thank you again for the ask :3

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Fic asks !

🤯🧠🎉

🤯 - What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Fluff and romance for sure. I both loathe the romance genre and am somehow endlessly fascinated with it, since it eludes me, I wanna dissect it so bad to find what's so compelling about it. I think by proxy, since I don't see a lot of romance I could actually care about it, if not worsen characters for me, or take a BULK of the plot when there's something more interesting being dismissed, I struggle writing it completely. Fluff, I have little practice and have little interest writing. Now, poetic descriptions of agony? My expertise, lol!

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

I'll pick, hehe, (((o(*°▽°*)o))) MARK! And the crowd is not surprised! I think at some point Mark grows out his hair in a like spur, middle of the night type kinda goal. Still defining himself by whatever Nolan ISN'T, this is another attempt to not even look like him, which eventually leads him down a path towards expressing who he likes to be/look like. He nearly dyes/shaves his hair when he sees s3 variant with longer hair in a panicked spiral, which either Eve or William (or heck, interesting asf if it was Rex or Kate), talks him out of, so if he must dye it, he dyes it properly. Once it gets long enough, he puts it in a loose bun once, and when someone comments he looks just like Debbie, he gets giddy about it. Honestly potential for a more gender queer exploration, but yeah ♡♡♡

The show would never fucking do this, but it's real in my heart.

Also Mark definitely jumped off the fucking roof once trying to fly and lied about it, saying he slipped after climbing through his window. It got locked for like a year. Comic books are heavy escapism for him, leave him alone for days and he'll just reread his entire Seance Dog collection. Repeatedly.

🎉 - What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Perhaps shallow, but like at least one comment, or more tbh, that makes me feel like I'm not just writing it for me, but for somebody else too. If it's just for me it can stay in the docs or daydreams. It's gotta make me thrilled/happy, otherwise I will delete/anon'd out of existence and move on. I've always got WIP ideas after all, and time can be spent anywhere else! Oneshots function similarly, I just need to know someone else likes it too.

Ultimate success is a completed multi-chapter fic, but with the size of my ideas this eludes me often. Yearnful sigh.

TYSM FOR THE ASKS I LOVE THESE. (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[delusinaldreamer19]

Vent/Rant incoming. Feel free to disregard.

(But also maybe don’t, idk)

Something that’s become apparent to me as I’ve posted more frequently on Ao3 is just how disheartening it can be to feel like I’m performing for a silent crowd.

Dgmw, it is very much that I am just a sensitive & insecure person by nature. (I’m incredibly embarrassed abt posting this, but again, just venting.) And its not that I’m trying to directly beg for ppl to read and comment on my works, but I am sort of…indirectly doing that.

I just can’t help but feel a bit like ‘what am I doing wrong?’ I’ve both intentionally and unintentionally written a decently wide verity of fanfics for Kuro, whether it’s shorter oneshots or longer multi chapter fics, as well as tonally with things being funny, sad, mysterious, contemplative. I try and pay attention to what gets the most interaction so that I know what people are most interested in reading. But even with doing that, I can’t really tell. Like I want to write stuff that people enjoy reading, but it sometimes feels impossible to tell if I’m doing that.

(Pls excuse me, I’m about to start very much complaining)

I don’t even know why I tend to feel that way, I’ve got six stories posted and half have over 1000 hits (two that are over 2000 hits). But again, I’m a horrifically insecure person with an adhd brain that never shuts up.

I know that I’m doing nothing but preaching to the choir when I say ‘authors really want you to comment on their works!!’ And it’s not that I don’t ever get comments (and I swear that I am extremely thankful for each one despite how what I’m about to say sounds), but I just feel like the nature of them is what gets to me sometimes.

I put a lot of time and effort into my stories (despite how quickly I’ve been updating), and I work really hard to write things that are well thought out, interesting, and while I don’t write smut (as of now), mature. I’ll look in other stories comment sections to see what other ppl have said about works that I’ve enjoyed, and I’ll see questions and commentary about specific things that happened in the chapter, and my works just…don’t tend to get a lot of that.

It could very well just be that my neurodivergent brain is upset about not getting that instant gratification, I get that. But I just wanna like- talk to people about my stories. I wanna have discussions about things in Kuro or things that I’ve written. I wanna hear when something I’ve created has garnered any sort of reaction. And because I don’t get a lot of that, my cursed neurodivergent and insecure brain translates it as meaning that I didn’t truly make anything that warranted a reaction.

I’m just incredibly prone to growing obsessive over things like this. I didn’t really ease into writing fanfiction over time, I sort of just hit the ground running and took off. For reference, I quite literally wrote all of my stories (a collective 146,000 words (I added it up cus I was curious)) in JUST this past year.

I’m kinda not sure what I should do. If I need to “work harder” and “do better”, or if I just need to wait for this influx of self doubt to pass. Or even take a small break from writing, which I don’t necessarily want to do since it’s still something that I greatly enjoy. But if that’s advice worth giving in regards to my predicament, then I suppose it warrants being considered.

(inhale) BUT ANYWAYS, that’s the end of my little vent session. As I said in the beginning, feel free to disregard, or don’t. I could probably use some advice tbh, but don’t want to beg for it. I haven’t had much of an active presence in fandom spaces (or really just active internet presence) for most of my life, so dealing with this sort of thing is still very new to me and I’m not really sure how to navigate it😭.

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Thanks for tagging me, @wishingforatypewriter!

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Before I begin, there may be spoilers below!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 142! But a lot of them are one-shots.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? It's 355,968, surprisingly. I'm pretty sure I've seen individual fics longer than this. But also, I think that's a pretty big number for me considering..

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only and only, exclusively Avatar, The Legend of Korra.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Chaos: Chaos was my first ever multi-chapter fic. It stars Lin Beifong, no surprise there, thrust with this eclectic group consisting of her "found family". Primarily focused on Linumi (Lin x Bumi), the fic actually serves as a post canon fix it.

Soul: Soul quite literally is written from the soul. It mostly focuses on the relationship between Lin and Tenzin (ofc, it's LinxTenzin) and explores their connection beyond the physical realm. It's not just about two people who fell in and out of love over the course of time, but about two souls that ache and burn for the other.

The Pledge: This was supposed to be a Lin x Tenzin one-shot of Tenzin falling victim to some kind of out of body, false-memory-confabulation situation where he just quite literally forgets that he wasn't married to Lin. I really wanted to leave this fic as is, but a lot of people asked for a part 2 and the people pleaser in me didn't wanna disappoint. I didn't love how the fic turned out, but oh well. I love the first chapter though.

Abscond: Another multi-chapter! This one is Lin x Mako. It's a series of events that led to Lin and Mako finding commonality and having this flirtatious banter that neither could control. It's a little dramatic, but fun nonetheless.

Laws of Physics: This one's different. It's my Lin x Bumi modern AU, they're both college professors in their late 30s, early 40s respectively. Like chaos, it features almost every character (not all in great detail ofc), and it's been so fun to re-imagine everyone in this modern setting.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always! I may be a little behind sometimes, but I always make it a point to respond. I love, love, love, love comments!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? There might be a tie here: So Many Signs: It's a post-breakup Linzin fic where they see each other for the first time at a gala. A hundred percent based on Exxile by Taylor Swift. Chimera: I'm not sure it fully comes across, but Bumi has this recurring dream about drinking with Lin where they play games and kiss- turns out, this dream is what's flashing before his eyes as he's drowning in deep waters to his death. Yeah, whoa. Why did I write this?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Okay, I think they're all happy!

Okay, but jokes aside, I think It's Time To Make Time kinda gives everyone a very happy ending. Oh, and Ghost of Weddings!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have gotten hate maybe once or twice on AO3. It's not typical. But it's there- and it's funny. Everyone on Tumblr hates me though lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have attempted smut a few times! I'll be honest, it isn't great. I've read some fantastic smut so I just know I don't fall in the "smut writer" category. I mostly write a lil bangity-bang-bang for Lin. That's about it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Do crossovers between my real life and Lin Beifong fanfiction count? If not, then no I haven't written crossovers. But if yes, then it's Exhaustion. Way to expose myself lmao.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I wouldn't be opposed to it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I would love to! There's some really wonderful authors out there and I would LOVE to write with them.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? It's a three way tie between Linzin-Linumi-Linzolt. I can't pick. I do love other ships from other fandoms, but let's stick to what we know lol.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm going to be greeted with pitchforks for this one, but it may wind up being Waging Wars. I kinda forgot what my initial premise for the fic was (should've written it down, I know), so I'm gonna focus on stuff I have mapped out instead. I'm sorry. I will try my best coming back to it though, I promise.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think my ideas are pretty good. The way I can visualize or imagine up these situations often take me aback too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? The writing part of it. The more I get out of practice, the more I struggle- which leads to taking insane amounts of time between chapters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I guess if it fits the characters/story/universe, it's fair game. I've never done it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Ha! Avatar The Legend of Korra.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Ummmm that's a hard question. Here, you tell me yours.

I'm tagging @orangepanic, @risingsoleil, @superliz6 and anyone who wants to participate!

[itneverendshere]

NEED NEED NEED TO KNOW HOW U PLAN AND WRITE YOUR FICS PLSSS CAUSE HOW ARE U WRITING SO MANY LONG FICS???? 😭😭😭😭 (I still have to read sm of your content but I've seen how do many of them are so long and you defo deserve all the praise you're getting!!!) any kind of writing advice will be helpful 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

First of all thank you so much 😭😭❤️❤️ means a lot 🥹 the last three months have been kinda chaotic here but I love it (going from 300 followers to almost 1.5k is crazy work)

And second of all: I take veryyyyy long breaks tbh 😭😭😭😭 I spent almost two weeks writing absolutely nothing, until this week.

I tried to write for a few days but it just wasn’t working so I let myself take a break. I find it easier to write without putting pressure on myself and also outlining basic ideas for the plot or lines that I know for sure someone has to say!

And tbh sometimes it still doesn’t work because I have entire series on hold, I genuinely don’t know what to write next, but I know I will eventually. I just need to give myself as much times as I need to figure it out.

I also find a lot of inspiration watching couples and multi couples mv’s on YouTube, especially when they’re inspired by books (I love watching fancasts lmao). I’m also very hard on myself sometimes so it takes me like four tries to get the writing and the plot right.

For example, I’ve rewritten part three of you said I have to trust more freely about four times now and I still hate it 😻 so there’s that ahahahah. Also took me about three weeks to finish the other side of paradise because that last chapter was dragging my ass though the mud.

And it also depends on my mood unfortunately 😭 some days I wake up I know I want and need to write and some days it feels like a chore so I can’t bring myself to do it lmao.

I personally looove long fics idk why it’s easier to make the plot more plausible especially if it’s just a one part thing y’know? It’s kinda self indulgent 💀💀 and also I great way to practice my English writing skills because it’s noooot my first language, so I’m kinda learning along the way.

Idk if any of this helps but yeah writing down all my ideas helps a looot. Then I just figure out how to connect things and it’s a lot easier.

Requests are also life savers for me tbh, it’s just easier when people tell me what to write and I don’t have to come up with an entire plot by myself. It can get a little overwhelming because I obviously wanna please whoever asked for that piece but at the end of the day, if they asked it’s because they enjoy my writing and even if it isn’t perfect….I know it’s still helping me improve and next time it will be better ☺️

Love you 🫂

[jaxxon-blog-inactive]

Sneak Peak >:)

So I've gotten to about 27k words on the Adultery! multi ship fic for MHA, we're not even to the good stuff that gave me the idea for this fanfic and I'm already obsessed. I'm not the kind person that likes to wait for new chapter to be uploaded from my Wattpad days, so I'm waiting until I think it's ready for at least half publishing, or regular daily uploads of the chapters when I'm almost done. I am waiting for my A03 account to be ready so when it is, I'll link here but until then...

THE SNEAK PEAK!

The Real Thing: A Lavender Story

It was shortly after class and 2-A were all cleaning up and making sure the room would be ready for the next day. Izuku was wiping down his desk and chair before picking up brooms and dustpans for the floor when he felt someone coming up behind him. 

“Yo Midoriya,” said Denki, “while I was loving the half the head undercut, cause it definitely makes you look badass, it is totally growing out and getting to an awkward phase bro.” 

“Oh you think so?” Izuku said, grabbing the tufts of curls on his right side, shorter and kinkier than the rest. He was afraid of how his hair would grow if he cut it all off, or if he wouldn’t look so approachable anymore. “I like my hair longer because it helps it to be more manageable, but you’re probably right, I should cut more on the left now huh?” 

“You could ask one of the girls to help you!” Kirishima said, overhearing the conversation. 

“I can do it, I cut my own hair all the time,” said Katsuki. “How hard would cutting someone else's hair be?”  

“Oh wow thank you Kacchan, I appreciate it! Would you do it tonight? That way I can get it over with.” Izuku beamed at the idea that Katsuki was willing to do something so mundane for him like cutting his hair, but was a little scared at the idea of him being near his neck with scissors. Either way, as soon as the classroom was clean and people started heading back to the dorms, Katsuki started walking with Izuku to their home away from home. 

“You want to try to keep the top parts long and just cut the entire underside? That’ll be easy as hell, I’ll just need my clippers and even it all out.” Katsuki started to touch Izuku’s hair to get an understanding of the texture and knew it would work out. Izuku was a little nervous having Katsuki touch his hair but accepted his hand on his head. Katsuki’s hands were rough from the explosions but he could be delicate if he tried. 

“Yeah even would be good, I can deal with it for now before trying to find any specific style with it,” Izuku said, slightly blushing from the contact with Katsuki. “Thank you again for doing this Kacchan.” 

“Don’t thank me yet, we aren’t even in the dorm's bathrooms. I could royally mess up your hair once we get in there.” 

“I don’t believe that, you’re good at everything you do Kacchan.” 

“Damn straight. Now keep up, I wanna get this over with.” 

“Are you doing something tonight?” 

Damn, I can’t tell him I’m secretly hanging out with pink cheeks tonight, gotta come up with something. 

“I just need to study.” Oh yeah THAT’LL WORK. 

“I could also use some studying, do you mind if I join you?” 

Katsuki wrapped his head around the idea of studying with Izuku. He usually can’t stand him academically. They’re on similar levels but Katsuki definitely felt smarter than him, especially because most subjects did come natural to him and Izuku was pretty bad at English, despite being able to hold conversations with that one exchange student. Katsuki also felt that Izuku was a more-the-merrier kinda guy and would ultimately invite other people into the mix. 

If he invited pink cheeks that's one thing but I refuse to listen to four eyes more than I have to. Don’t even get me started if icy hot is invited. I don’t want that many people in my room. 

“Ahhh only if it's just you, I don’t want anyone else in the room.” Katsuki finally said. 

“Oh, yeah I won’t invite anyone else and to make sure no one tries to get me to let them in I’ll just keep it between us that we’re studying tonight.” Izuku smiled, as this would be one of the first times the two of them actually hung out for an entire evening and it wasn’t fighting each other. 

Damm, I’ll have to cancel on pink cheeks then. Or maybe I’ll surprise her with him in my room. No, I don’t want him to see her just waltz in, he would question it. I’ll text her before she comes in. 

In the communal boys bathroom on the fourth floor, Katsuki grabbed an office chair and a towel for Izuku and had him sit in front of the sinks. Katsuki wasn’t trying to get him to see anything in the mirror, on the contrary, the sinks were to wet his hair as needed. He started by combing out whatever he could with the curls on the green haired boy's head, then assessing where and how he would need to cut the hair. Half his head was completely shaven for emergency brain surgery and the following staples, which were taken out weeks ago. His head just had a mostly healed scar in his hair, and there was a small bald line on that scar. 

“You’re most definitely going to want this to grow out once this cut evens you out,” Katsuki said, running a finger against the scar. 

Izuku felt that it was his incision site and sighed. “Yeah, I know, I already have this gnarly scar on my face, no use in showing off all the scars.” 

“I think it makes you look rugged. You know, like how girls like a guy to be rough and tough.” 

“Yeah but that’s not me as a person, just what I look like.” 

“That’s what I’m saying though,” Katsuki explained. “You look like their type but you’re actually really kind and respectful. Chicks dig that.” 

Why are you giving him girl advice when it’s you that wants him? 

“Thanks Kacchan, but I'm not really focused on girls yet. I want to make sure my schooling goes well first.” 

“Alright but if you snooze and lose to a girl in our class, don’t come crying back to me.” 

“What? A girl in our class? Is there a girl in our class that likes me?” Izuku was fidgety now, nervous about someone else having a crush on him. At least this time it might not be a murdery girl. 

Oh no. No, this isn’t how I wanted you to take that. 

“Uh well you know how word travels fast…” THINK KATSUKI. 

“Is there really a girl in our class that likes me?” Izuku was so excited. Someone else had a crush on him and he might like them back! 

Katsuki was sweating bullets trying to figure out who he was going to say it was or if he should act like he didn't know. 

“How should I know, they don’t talk to me.” yeah nice fucking save there bud. 

“Oh, I thought you were saying you knew someone had a crush on me, my bad.” Izuku felt more defeated now, but was still hopeful that there was someone out there for him. 

“I know this is out of character,” Katsuki started to ask. “But, I wanna ask you something.” His voice was low, trying to make sure none of their scouting type friends could hear, even though they were alone in the bathroom. The clippers were in hand now, ready to start shaving. 

Izuku was confused, Katsuki doesn’t ask if he can ask something, he just does it. This must be important, Izuku thought. 

“Do you like girls only?” Katsuki asked. 

A world of emotions kind of flooded Izuku, he’s never been asked this before. Was Katsuki asking him if he was gay? 

No, he wouldn’t phrase it like that if he was asking if I was gay, he would use the word homo or something. He specifically asked if I like girls ‘only.’ Meaning, he’s asking me if I’ve even thought about the idea of liking a guy too. Doesn’t he know that Japan is super conservative about these things? 

“Even if we were gay for each other Kacchan, the government would never let us live it down.” 

“I didn’t ask you that, Izuku, I asked you if you only liked girls.” Katsuki was surprised that Izuku would think about him in that scenario, but liked it all the same. 

“Oh- I mean, I didn’t mean it like that Kacchan.” He put his hands up and started to blush. 

The clippers turned on, it was silent for a second between them while they buzzed in Izuku’s ears and on the back of his head. Katsuki expertly lined up a faded undercut, and blended the top and sides as best he could. Izuku had a whole new haircut, and apparently a whole new can of worms to open with Katsuki. The clippers were turned off, cleaned and put away, and Izuku went to take a shower to get the hair off of him. 

“You didn't answer my question Zuku.” 

“Ah, yeah you’re right, uhm,” Izuku stammered out, not sure what to say. I’ve never thought about this before and now I’m expected to have an answer? “I guess, but I’ve never kissed anyone before either so how would I know if I like boys?” 

Katsuki looked at Izuku and inspected his work. His hair was still a little lopsided since one area had been shaved way too high, but it was for a medical reason so there wasn’t much they could do. 

Izuku had never been kissed, huh? Well…

Katsuki brushed the hair off Izuku’s shoulders, then put his hands on top of them, waiting for Izuku to look up. 

“Izuku?” Katsuki said, trying to get his attention. Izuku didn’t know what Katsuki was going to do or say next. He wasn’t uncomfortable, just very nervous, but was unsure about all of it. He looked up to the blonde standing in front of him and locked eyes. They stood in front of each other that way for a while until Katsuki grabbed the front of his shirt instead of the tops of Izuku’s shoulders, brought him in closer, and kissed him.

AHHH OKAY THATS ITS LMK WHAT YOU THINK

[alygator77]

Came here to say some things for chapter 10 mhm💥💭

First of all, YESS CHAPTER TENN, MORE MHM GOJO AAGHHH, YEEAAAHHHH😋

2, until now I thought the leader -you know, the one who gives orders and makes the plans- was Naoya, but turns out it's Toji?😲 Maybe my forgetful ass doesn't remember well the previous chapters or for some reason I confused something? Or maybe I am in fact correct and you purposely made us think Naoya is the leader🫵🏻🤔 either way, now that Toji is the leader behind the goal of Gojos fall I feel extremely worried...and afraid. I feel he's more dangerous than Naoya😥

3, maybe I have some mental problems, (99% sure), but the way you wrote all three of our super hot men (Gojo, Geto, Nanami) in the same room without the plot being all three of them x reader is so sexy😭. Idek if you'll get me but I'll try to explain🥲. Usually, (me at least), whenever I've read a fic with multiple jjk male characters in the same room as reader, it's just smut with no serious plot. But the way I see the three of them together and they're effortlessly hot/handsome/smart AND they actually serve an important role to the plot??? HELL YEAH😩🔥🔥🔥 (I hope I don't seem as a weirdo and that I'm understandable😞)

4, I was laughing with the jokes Gojo did on Nanami, that man has HUMOUR AND IM NOT TAKING IT BACK😂. Or maybe my humor is questionable?🧍🏻‍♀️

5, I think I'm stigmatized from when Haru barged into the room some chapters ago and all the time reader was working down on him I was worried Nanami will come back for something and caughts them like that😮‍💨 (Haru was sleeping so no worries of her catching them)

6, Aly! Would you consider making a post with pictures of estates that are similar to the one Gojo has? For somebody like me who's brain can't imagine the estate the story takes place😓 (inside and out😭) Despite the description I've read before, I still can't f picture it, send help🧘🏻‍♀️

7, What's your opinion on Toji? Not in your fic, but in the anime. Also, do you find him handsome? Personally, despite him not being the best father and having the role of a villain, I can't deny he's a sexy mf🤌🏻

8, Sorry for the long ask🥲😭💔 Bye for now!👋🏻

oh my lovely anon i adore you!! 🥹 hearing your excitement fuels me and it’s just such a joy to know you’re invested in mhm and my interpretation of gojo aaaahhh 😭🫶🏻

okay lemme go down the list bc you were so thoughtful and i wanna give your message the love it deserves:

2. toji vs naoya as the leader –

so, it was very briefly mentioned in chapter 7 after the limo chase—when satoru says his father put “the zenin leader” in prison, he mentions toji zenin. though it was subtle, and since everything was happening fast, i can totally see how that slipped by! plus, i kinda wanted it to feel like naoya was running the show at first, bc he’s arrogant and erratic with trying to control reader—buuuut toji is def the one playing the long game. so yes… you’re absolutely right to feel uneasy. toji is far more dangerous than naoya 😬

3. the gojo/geto/nanami scene –

omg no you’re not weird, i get you completely!! 😔✊🏻 i see so many fics where having multiple hot characters = immediate threesome or smut-heavy plot (and there’s nothing wrong with that for those that like that!) but for myself, I’ll say that as someone who’s demisexual, it’s reeeal hard for me to personally connect with casual or multi-person smut. so that’s why I like to gravitate toward character-driven intimacy with my writing. I’m so happy you liked their interactions 🥹 all those men are so fucking yummy I love them 🫠

4. gojo clowning nanami –

pls if your humor is questionable then so is mine bc i was snickering like a little gremlin writing those lines 🤭 ahhh i was just so excited to bring nanami into the story and def had fun with that scene, hehe 💕

5. the smut fear –

NOT YOU STILL TRAUMATIZED FROM HARU BARGING IN 😭😭 as a parent I will say that this fear never goes away lol 💀

6. estate visuals –

YES!! omg so i’ve actually been throwing the idea around in my head to make a moodboard for mhm, so I’ll work on one this week!! 🥰

7. toji –

okay confession time… i’m actually not a huge toji fan 😭 tbh it’s prob my demisexuality coming through bc I just cannot for the life of me find him attractive bc of his actions 🙂‍↕️I know ppl say he has more depth given the history with his wife, but maybe if gege expanded on that or fleshed it out more I would feel differently about him? I will say he’s def smart though, esp given all of the planning he did in order to take on gojo and geto during the hidden inventory arc. I just rly don’t like him abandoning his son… and he killed teenage kids with no remorse 😬

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ahhh don’t apologize bc i love long asks 🥺 this one was such a joy to read—thank you for being here and for taking the time to share your thoughts in so much detail. you’re amazing 💖🫶🏻 ily!!! I hope you enjoy what’s to come with the series 🥰

-aly

[im-not-batman]

WIP Ask: It's not just my heart you've stolen?

Ooo I love this oneeee

So I haven't actually done anything more than storyboarding for this one, so no snippets unfortunately but here's the concept!

Cait is on a no good, very bad date at a museum and the date does something Creepy. Vi (who is at the museum for art theft related reasons) notices and comes over to rescue her by pretending to be a friend. She scares off the bad date and CaitVi have a cute little impromptu mini'date and then go their separate ways.

A week or so later, Cait is at work and is assigned an art theft case (what a coinky dink) and starts working it as one would. Meanwhile she's still texting the cute girl that she met and might already be obsessed with.

On the flip side, Vi finds out a few days after their first meeting that Cait is a detective and is a little nervous about it but she is a hopeless lesbianwith a crush so what's she gonna do? Not go out with the hot museum girl? But they're talking and flirting for weeks before Vi finds out that Cait is the officer assigned to her case and oh dear that's not ideal but she's in too deep now and kinda thinks Cait might be the love of her life.

I shan't say any more lest I reveal too many spoilers. But let me know what you think! I'm actually super excited about this one I just never seem to have enough time for multi-chapter fics and I know this would be a monster because I simply cannot make myself shut the fuck up :)

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[essenceofarda]

ngl i'm kinda blown away by the response on my Farawyn 1920's au mini comic 😅

Kinda makes me wanna turn it into an actual multi-chapter fic 🤔

Anyone interested in reading it if i do??

[xxgwenstacyxx]

Idk if you care or like remember my comment lol but the Naruto fixation is still going strong and I have caved. I'm writing 3 Naruto fics XD one pre genin, one pair canon MHA crossover, and one Minato comes back to life (which I might possibly make Iruka/Minato because it came to me in a dream (literally) and now I kinda want to explore that). The brain worms were too strong (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) the post canon one is probably the hardest because even when I look up how some things went and whyz the people that have actually watched the show seem as confused as me. So I'm winging it ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

I really appreciated your kind words about me wanting to write for this fandom! It gave me the push to try and (though I haven't published anything yet) people have been very nice about it!

So

Thanks o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Hah!! That's how the brain worms get you! :P I'm laughing over how similar your experience sounds to mine--when I first got into Naruto I also immediately went full in with 3 multi-chapter longterm projects... No regrets, the brain worms will take you where they wanna take you lol

My Naruto obsession has sadly faded since then (keeps moving from fandom to fandom now...), but I still look back on them fondly!

Ahhh I'm so glad I could give you that push <3 Honestly getting into fanfic was one of the best things I could have done back when I was younger. Always happy to drag somebody down into the hobby with me! :P

Good luck and all the best for your projects!!