#mature rating this time

[sephirthoughts]

Vincent's New Kid JUST DROPPED CH. 4 Nero meets his Brother's Boyfriend I Guess?

The dad!vincent-verse keeps growing. This one finally has some well-earned Cid and Vincent time.

Mature rating this time, for non-explicit sex

NERO HE'S SUCH A PRETTY BABY LOOK AT HIM

Beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. Like a painting in a shrine, or one of them fancy poems about plum blossoms in snow, or something. Like one of those things that makes you realize you’re dreaming cause no way could anything real be that perfect, and it breaks the spell and you wake up. Only when you wake up, there’s that black-haired beauty you dreamed of, laying on the pillow right next to you. 

Every time he looked at this celestial creature who for some ungodly reason had consented to be his own, Cid’s chest tightened up and his throat ached with emotion. He loved this man so much, he felt it physically, as a tender, aching wound, in his heart. Not just love, but worship, devotion, fervent adoration—an almost religious zealotry. The kind that inspires men to lay down their very lives in service of the object of their idolatry. 

Vincent stirred and sat up, on the edge of the bed. Cid lay still, watching, as hair like a waterfall of ink, cascaded down an ivory-white back, crisscrossed with deep, ragged scars. Sinewy shoulder muscles flexed under the translucent skin, as a long, slender, white hand and a gnarled, black hand with razor-sharp claws, reached back and drew the heavy, glossy hair into a loose ponytail. 

“You’re staring,” Vincent’s deep, honey-smooth voice said, over his shoulder.

“I can’t help myself, baby. You’re as pretty as a goddamn picture,” Cid defended (unfortunately, his spoken vocabulary was not quite the match of the poetic transcendence in his internal ruminations).

“Hmph,” Vincent scoffed, as Cid sat up behind him, with his thighs outside Vincent’s, and slipped his calloused hands onto a waist so narrow, they could almost encompass it.

“I mean it, sugar dumpling, you’re prettier’n the prettiest girl I ever seen,” Cid insisted, coiling his arms around him. “Prettier’n a flower. Or like—one of them birds with the long-ass feathers.”

“Peacock.”

Cid had meant a certain crimson, long-tailed bird he’d seen once, but he didn’t know what it was called, and didn’t feel like dwelling on it. “Mhm, a peacock.”

Vincent’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle, then his head lolled forward and he gave a little gasp, shuddering at the hot breath on the back of his neck, the soft lips and scratchy stubble, as Cid dropped kisses like flower petals, on his pronounced spine and shoulder blades, both of which he was deeply self-conscious, but Cid appeared to enjoy immensely. 

Much like his scars. Those knotted, twisted lightning bolts, that shot through every inch of this ruined hide, as if his body had been torn apart and stitched back together, many times over. Which it quite literally had. That he’d been in a state of forced consciousness for most of it, was a secret he told to no one. Least of all his adoring husband.

Feigning reluctance, he gradually allowed himself to be coaxed back into bed, tumbled amongst the sheets, pressed down beneath the weight of a solid, muscular body, taken with a heat and passion that were astonishing to him, even after all this time.

He arched his long spine, lips wet and parted, half-lidded crimson eyes hazy and lust-drunk, his black claws cutting a bloody trail across Cid’s brawny, golden-tanned back, with his shuddering release. Cid covered his mouth with fervent kisses and spilled inside him, saying ‘I love you, I love you,’ over and over, against his lips.

The sun poured liquid gold between the curtains, as they lingered in each other’s arms, basking in these precious moments of tenderness and joy, amid the slings and arrows of life. This was a luxury they could afford, now, since the care of their infant daughter had been almost entirely assumed, by the most dangerous man either of them had ever encountered.

The morning was growing late, when the two of them finally emerged from their bedroom.

“Good morning, father. Stepfather,” Sephiroth greeted them, rising as they entered the living room. “There is fresh coffee in the pot and I’ve kept your breakfast warm in the oven.”

“Mm, thank you Sephiroth,” Vincent yawned, turning toward the kitchen. 

“How’s my little princess, this fine mornin’?” Cid inquired of the black-haired infant, who was in her play swing, drooling all over a ring of brightly-colored teething beads. 

“Ba-baaaa,” she chirped, kicking her chubby legs, as he lifted her from the swing. 

“Stepfather, I’d like permission to take my brother to the grocery store, today,” Sephiroth said to Cid. “I think it would be good for him.”

“Uh…Vinnie’s the one in charge, here. You don’t gotta ask my permission,” Cid said, confusedly. “Speakin’ of your brother, where is that little fucker?”

“Fuh guh,” Ollie repeated, drooling exuberantly.

“Sh—hey!” Cid whispered to her. “Don’t repeat words papa says, like that, or he’ll get in trouble with daddy!”

“Dadadadaaa,” she conceded.

“Nero hasn’t been feeling well,” Sephiroth said. “Please, excuse his rudeness.”

“Tch. I’m feeling fine. Excuse yourself,” a soft, slightly hoarse voice retorted, from the hallway arch. 

“Wee-woo!” Ollie announced, as the black-haired, crimson-eyed young man slunk into the room. 

“Good mornin’ to you, too, sunshine,” Cid said irritably. “What brings you to the land of the livin’?”

“Your charming manners, of course,” Nero sneered, till a big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck, giving him a start. 

“Apologize to our stepfather, and speak respectfully to him, from now on,” Sephiroth said, with a placid smile. 

“He’s not my fucking—ah!” Nero cried out, grimacing in Sephiroth’s iron grip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir!”

“Wee-woo!” Ollie added, for good measure.

“That’s your second elder brother, mei-mei,” Sephiroth told her. “You can call him er-ge.”

“Ah-guh! Ah-guh guh guh,” she burbled, leaning forward in Cid’s arms toward Nero, who shrunk back at the sight of the slobbering little gremlin, who was grasping at him with its slimy paws. 

“What’s going on in here? Is everything alright?” Vincent asked, as he entered with two mugs of coffee. 

“I was just instructing my brother regarding how to properly address our stepfather,” Sephiroth, whose arm was now around Nero’s shoulders, explained.

“About that. You don’t gotta do all that ‘stepfather’ and ‘sir’ shit,” Cid put in awkwardly, accepting one of the mugs from Vincent, and then holding it away from Ollie, who immediately tried to get her fingers into it. “Specially since…ya know. You and me are the same age.”

“Age has little to do with courtesy. Your position as our father’s husband demands respect, from us, as his children. However, if it makes you uncomfortable, please tell us what you would prefer to be called.”

“Cid’s fine. Just no more of that sir business. A family ain’t a military unit.”

“You married a man the same age as your son?” Nero smirked, at Vincent. “Exemplary.”

“Was that sarcasm, little brother?” Sephiroth asked. 

“No, no!” Nero answered hastily. “I was simply congratulating…our father…on his good fortune in marriage.” 

His voice betrayed a little tremor of disgust, as he pronounced the words ‘our father’ but Sephiroth let it pass. At that moment, the front door opened, and a young man with inexplicably buoyant golden-blonde hair, and big, bright, mako-blue eyes entered. He stopped short, seeing the entire family gathered in the living room.

“Hey, everyone. I’m here to—what the fuck!” he exclaimed, doing an actual double-take at what appeared to him to be two Vincents. “Who is that guy?? Why does he look exactly like Vincent?!”

“Maaaamaaaaa! Mamamamamaaa!” Ollie shrieked joyously, writhing and kicking her little legs, in an earnest attempt to propel herself from Cid’s arms to Cloud’s.

“Mama?” Nero said, arching a sharp, black eyebrow. “Now this is getting interesting.”

“No—Cloud. I keep telling you, Ollie, it’s not mama, it’s Cloud,” the young man admonished, accepting the wriggling bundle from Cid (which he had to, as there would be no pacifying Ollie, otherwise). “Can you say it for me? Cloud.”

“Mama!” Ollie asserted, with cheerful confidence.

“Cloud, this is Nero,” Vincent explained, stepping forward. “It’s rather a long story, but he’s my son.”

Cloud’s blue eyes widened. “Like, biological? Seph, you have a brother, now?”

“Mn,” Sephiroth nodded. “Nero the Sable, no legal surname. He is twenty-three years old, uses a Chaos-derived darkness ability, and has been declared criminally insane, by the state. He belonged to the Deepground Tsviets, before being remanded to my father's custody, and has likely killed a person or two of your acquaintance, at some point.”

“Wow. Sounds like he really is your brother. Hi, Nero. Nice to meet you. I’m Seph’s boyfriend, Cloud.”

Nero was opening his mouth to say he didn’t give a shit who he was, but a subtle shift in Sephiroth’s posture made him shut it again, and make do with a stiff dip of his chin.

Cloud looked back and forth between them. “So…you guys ready to go grocery shopping?”

LINK TO CH. 5

[abovetherainandroses]

pre-medley banter + patrick stalling + ALLIE (seattle 3/1/24)

[weepingtalecowboy]

Point of view you are Sky trying to imagine what a horse looks like

The horse girls be like : “Picture this: a tall, majestic creature with four legs that end in these incredible, sturdy hoofs—like oversized nails, but shaped perfectly for the ground they walk on. They’re all muscle and power, but somehow, they move with the kind of grace that makes it feel like they’re gliding, like those birds you told us about.

Their faces are long and elegant, with these soft, expressive little lips at the end of a mouth that seems impossibly long—but it’s mostly hidden under smooth skin, so it’s not weird, I promise.(he is wrong) And their eyes! Deep, dark pools that are somehow both calm and intense at the same time, like they’re looking straight into your soul. They’re strong, beautiful, and full of personality—like walking art you can befriend.”

You hope you’re wrong about it

[sharkneto]

On November 10, 2002, Number Five makes one, apocalyptic mistake. One that takes him four decades to recover from. At least he makes a friend while he’s there.

Finally, the Excruciatingly Detailed Account of Five's Time in the Apocalypse Fic. It's here!

[aurosoulart]

going back to basics with some IRL figure drawing...... here's session 1 👍

[alongtidesoflight]

so here's my honest thoughts on dragon age: the veilguard, after ~40 hours of playing. i finished the main quest after having finished all companion quests and major faction quests. just to clear up what content i saw, i played as an elven transmasc rook who is a member of the lords of fortune. he romanced lucanis (although after finishing the game i'm now leaning towards taash). i don't know what's happening in playthroughs that have a different race, gender identity, romance or faction going on.

full spoilers ahead, i mean it. don't read further if you want to avoid them. i don't want complaining about it in my asks.

oh and also, if you're worried because of a few negative reviews online i can comfort you by saying don't give a fuck about a certain big name youtuber who is very much tied to bethesda franchises giving this a negative review. i'll explain why.

i'm starting off with the things i liked

the game looks really pretty. i was worried it wouldn't feel like thedas anymore (with them trying to "focus on northern thedas only" i thought they'd make a clear cut in environmental design. they do and they don't. it's complicated. i'll elaborate on it when talking about the negative stuff). anyway it does. minrathous feels like kirkwall. treviso enchanted me like the winter palace did. the hossberg wetlands reminded me of the hinterlands and a couple other inquisition maps. arlathan looked like... arlathan. the crossroads were different, but familiar. overall i like the way it looks and feels. it's thedas, with a twist. it's a good one, and gives everything a solid but unique feel.

combat is top tier. if you're a hardcore dragon age player you WILL miss the tactical aspect of it for a bit, but i promise you, once you're used to the way the combat works, you will be lapping that shit up. and once you get to ability combos you'll mourn the control you used to have over your companions in battle a bit less

the MAIN quest and its story. i expected worse, way worse. and for a while the game even had me tricked (harr harr you'll get it in a second) it is Really That Much Worse. but holy shit was it good. i walked away satisfied ngl.

your choices have SOLID weight. there's consequences, good AND bad. i got minrathous blighted, ruled over by venatori, and the leader of the shadow dragons ultimately died because of my decisions. i made those at the beginning and throughout the game. he died at the end. DAVRIN died because i didn't expect what i was saying to have that much weight. i thought i was in the clear. he had hero status. well turns out, your choices can still get your companions killed even if you do everything right. i fucking love him. he shouldn't have made that sacrifice just because i told him to do everything it takes once.

the inquisitor, morrigan and dorian being there, surprisingly. there's also negatives to this though, see below.

speaking of companions dying and the inquisitor playing a bigger role: the final quest feels like me2's suicide mission. i was blown away by it and the fact that i got to see the results of all my efforts playing out in front of me.

bioware are NOT trying to redeem solas. they love him as a character yes, but i wasn't forced to see any good in him. he betrays you. he fucked my rook over twice. he fucked him over right back, for good this time (the veil wasn't torn down, i anchored it by binding him to it, he's doomed to uphold it). but solas really lives up to his name as the trickster elven god. rip to all the people who grew really attached to him over the years.

varric died. if you like him that's probably as hard reading it as it was watching it. varric died and the game lies about it until the very end. when the realisation hits, it hurts. but in the very best way.

the amount of care they put into gender expression and trans identities this time around. (i'll add onto this with negative points as well too).

rook feels very much ingrained in the world of thedas. he doesn't ask questions that expose the player to lore through dialogue as if he's stepped foot into thedas for the first time. those conversations feel very solid and good. i hope other faction players got as much joy out of this as i did.

and the things i didn't like and boy there's a lot unfortunately

the music. let's just get that out of the way holy shit. it doesn't feel like it belongs in this universe. it gets so incredibly sci-fi-y at times you'd think it's taken straight from mass effect andromeda. there's not a single song unique to veilguard that i really enjoyed. it broke my immersion, real bad. hearing a busker play the tavern songs from inquisition on a lute right after i killed some venatori with wobbly bass songs playing in the background is just odd. weird tonal shift. don't like it. it's made for people who like flashy light-weight cinema.

tevinter nights is required reading. the podcasts are required listening exercises. the game is so fast paced, especially at the start, that there's no time to introduce you to characters and how much weight their names carry in-game. i would not have known who half these people are if i hadn't skimmed over tevinter nights. i'd care even less about them than i already did. there is no time to get properly attached to them. people will act as if you're talking to a legend personified and you'll be thinking man goddamn which chapter of tevinter night were they in again and what did they do???

there's a weird mismatch with the animations. you'll have beautifully fluid ones, like emmrich casting spells. and then you'll have rook's face animating in the most unnatural manner that's sorta reminiscent of mass effect andromeda's "my face is tired" addison, when their emotions SHOULD be landing with the player rn instead.

i'm not vibing with the art style. sometimes it works. most of the time it doesn't. at points i felt like i was watching tangled.

that also brings me to some of the dialogue. same issue. i am watching frozen. i am watching tangled. someone on the writer's team really likes the adorkable trope. bellara is its victim.

for all the talk about identity, bioware sure doesn't like theirs. the grey warden armor got a redesign again and it just makes them look like a generic army. i hate it lol

in general, i don't like the armor design. the wardrobe/appearances system is fine, but it's just not helping if all the armors are just... kinda bland or downight bad looking? and don't get me started on the lords of fortune armor. that is orientalism personified.

the world states should have been carried over, full stop. i know they said they didn't because they want to separate what happens in the north from what happens in the south, which... i could have lived with that. but the inquisitor sends you letters that keep you up to date on... the south of thedas. you learn that there's a blight again, that people are standing strong but it's difficult, denerim's fallen, the rulers are taking care of it, orlais is fighting and they're successful for a while, etc etc. what's good bioware. i thought we don't care about the south this time around. why are you feeding me so much boring generic information. if you're not gonna show any of it and just write letters, then carrying the world state over should not have been an issue. i have a game dev background. those few lines of code would not have broken your budget or pushed your engine's limits. fuck right off.

this gripe of mine carries over to all the cameos. as a lord of fortune you have to deal with isabela a lot. it's fun. i missed her. you get to go drinking with her and taash and bellara! also my hawke romanced her. she's not mentioned once. they had the opportunity to put a sentence or two about her in there with not a lot of effort, trust me.

when varric dies, all she has is a single line about it. for gold, for fortune, for varric. she only says it if you interact with her on your way to the final push. that's not mandatory.

morrigan is there. kieran isn't. the old god soul that mythal and then solas absorbed? who cares at this point, the gods are dead now and solas is locked away for eternity. i suppose? why is morrigan there. she feels unneeded. i wish they'd just left her down south, at least that way i wouldn't have had to witness her god awful redesign.

dorian at least feels as if he belongs in this story. the shadow dragons are a crucial part to protecting minrathous. he's also weirdly underutilised. isabela and morrigan had more lines than him in my playthrough.

on the topic of romance: bro that was underwhelming. no, genuinely. you know when romance picked up a bit? after the point of no return. i heard maybe two lines of companion banter about it before that. maybe i missed something which i honestly doubt, but romance did not play much of a role in lucanis's storyline. i saved his grandmother as he wished me to (and if you read tevinter nights you know she was rather abusive and their relationship not the healthiest) and told him to focus on his family. a reunified family my rook wasn't even introduced to as a partner at the end of all that.

really, do not buy this game if you're only in it for the romances. others might be better, lucanis's basically gave me nothing. except for an outing (the second coffee date i had with him, it was getting repetitive) all of it played out once i committed to the final quest. the sex scene was a fade to black. annoyingly right after davrin died. if you're looking for well paced and good spice, pick up something else. the sweet talk and the final goodbye were nice though.

for all the good the ever-presence of gender identity does, it is brought up in such a disruptive manner too. it doesn't even play out naturally if you CHOOSE the lines that are meant to be said. hearing the words trans and non-binary in this setting doesn't feel right, and i'm saying this as a trans guy. i think it could have been handled more gracefully. the amount of times my rook went "i'm a MAN" as if he's about to start drumming on his chest and roaring any second now got super nerve-grating. "i'm so glad you're into me... the me who is trans. remember?" just. tell me one trans person who'd talk like that to a person they've grown close with and are trying to romance. this game doesn't handle sexuality well, so all this hey my body might not look like the way you're expecting it to look talk amounts to nothing anyway. i feel about this the way i feel about krem: this is partial exposition to trans experiences... packaged up for cis consumption. the ONLY exception to that is interacting with taash. holy shit was all of that heartwarming and bro did it feel good and natural to talk to them about theirs and rook's gender.

rivain and nevarra are new locations added by veilguard. they're also incredibly underwhelming, small and constricted maps. rivain is a coastline with a few ruins. the hall of valor is a partial ruin nestled into a cave on a beach, with a fighting pit. isabela is there in her skimpy outfit commentating your pit fights. that's it. i'm sorry if you were looking for a bustling pirate cove or whatever. you're not gonna get it. the nevarran crypts btw are a long ass dungeon crawl. that's it.

speaking of maps. i thought people were being dramatic when they said you're gonna be fighting the same enemies on them again and again. i thought they were figure of speeching it. they're not. you WILL fight the same amount of enemies. in the same spot. every time you reload the map. best to stay on a map and clear out the enemies and do as much questing on that map as you can before leaving, because you WILL have to do it all over again once you return.

the three choices i made for my inquisitor didn't matter lol she didn't have to face solas and therefore couldn't stop him at any cost as she had sworn (maybe because my rook tricked solas into binding himself to the veil, there was also an option to fight him. would she have stepped in? who knows). blackwall wasn't mentioned. and either her using a small amount of her forces in the final fight was the reason the civilians of minrathous fared so well..... or it just didn't matter. ultimately i think she had very little impact on anything

[static-quo]

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[apuff]

thinking about love in danger days

this is part of my conspiracy theory that that album is aroallo, but i've always gotten the sense that romance and romantic attatchment is much less important to danger days than any other mcr record. with bullets&revenge it's quite obvious as the demolition lovers take up like, everything, and the black parade has a heavy focus on a romantic relationship as well. 

while i do think there are lines in it that are romantically coded, there is a definitive lack of emphasis on it- like it's nowhere in the plot at all. 

i do think danger days represents a very familial type of love though. while other albums visit a sense of "i want you, i need you, i miss you, i hate you,", this is more like…"i love you, i want to protect you, i'm sorry"

i find this especially strongly in s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w:

"Nevermind about the shape i'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight"

"love, love, love won't stop this bomb"

"run, run, bunny, run"

and other songs: 

"i'll find you when the sun goes black"

"just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight"

"how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm"

relevant things i can't cover with just quotes are planetary go, oft-theorized to be about party poison and kobra kid, as brothers, leaving battery city together; sing, about the killjoys' last message to the girl while saving her; goodnite dr. death, phrased as him saying goodnight to children; and summertime, which i can't discern the meaning of but seems more like a family type of love. 

i think it makes sense that danger days is like this, seeing as it features main characters that take care of a child main character as opposed to main characters that love other main characters of the same age/ability. 

another thing i noticed while re-listening to the more sentimental songs for this essay is that there's just a distinctly different vibe to it. So much of it is focused around wanting to protect people, keep them safe and out of danger (<- ha that's the name of the album) and loved. i think this also makes sense, because the killjoys live a very, well, dangerous life without much security, and they'd want to provide what they lack the most. another semi-related thing i noticed is just how much of an emphasis there is on childhood in this album. i feel like there's a vibe of youth or teen-hood throughout the earlier ones, but this is just VERY strongly about kids. again this makes sense cause not only are the killjoys teenagers (a type of kid!) they also have a proper little kid to watch. 

also, i wonder how much of this stuff was due to gerard becoming a parent. just something to think about 

[sword-swordswordsknife]

[mature since 18+ & general content warning!!]

hello hello! friend playing ISAT first time, i'm also in call, we are doing voices!! LIVE as of 6/6 at 6ishPM EST!!!

he's sooo close to beating the king everyone [at end of act 2]!!! i am sooooo sure they can beat the game today!!! *incorrect buzzer can be faintly heard in the distance* i dont know what that was. haha.

but yea come hang/lurk/chat/fish if desired it'll be grand :D

today's bonus sneak peak is the completed start & end of a stream bit comic that is still a WIP. since 7.5 more odiles need to be completed first LOL

aand also an attached clip compilation of what itll be fully based on under the cut!

CW for minor stroke/hospital talk.

TLDW. i cant read. odile my sincerest apologies for being unable to read. ASFFDSASAA

[snackugaki]

@shiftandshade is blessed with so many ideas while I am cursed with only one drawing hand ;u;

*once again, shoves my beloved daughters into shit*

[captainhysunstuff]

The saucy thing that L sees is below the cut~.

A little something for @dnkinktober. Not very explicit, but it could sorta satisfy the prompts of lingerie, slight roleplay, and implied voyeurism. I guess cock bulge? It's there. *shrug*

I literally saw this in a dream: that I was reading a doujinshi with this exact scene. It was me yelling at L instead of Ryuk, but still. Ryuk wants to get the show on the road! I'm sure they banged hard after L pulled himself back together. *nods*

Happy early birthday, L~.

[thunderboltfire]

Added a short warning on the pinned post of my blog - I've realised that while in general I don't post anything particularly explicit, I rutinely discuss media that have well-earned 18+ restrictions, and my reblogs may sometimes include some adult humor? So, just to be safe and for everyone to be on the same page, I've noted it in my pinned post. Also, quite a lot of my art has characters covered in blood, so you know. I wouldn't exactly call myself a paragon of family-friendly media.

[shaniacsboogara]

My little brother (11) finally got to watch Mystery Files yesterday as his first actual introduction to Watcher content. He's been a fan through hearsay for a long time, having seen a few short clips from Puppet History and been the prime subject of all my silly irl ramblings about their content, but he'd never actually seen a full Watcher video until last night.

He was elated. The way his eyes lit up when we started watching Mystery Files EP 3 was so heartwarming. He was glued to the screen the whole time for all three episodes, just being a wholesome little guy eagerly trying to solve the mysteries. He got SO EXCITED when he thought he figured something out (and to be fair, he did!!! He cracked the D.B. Tuber case impressively fast!!!) and was super into everything that was going on. He thought Shane and Ryan were hilarious, and won't stop mentioning a certain bit in EP3 and the 'jars of peanut butter' fiasco.

That being said, sending lots of love to the folks at Watcher. Thanks for creating awesome content and bringing a lot of people that little bit of joy <3

[mochapanda]

was listening to fantasy high thinking abt dnd worldbuilding stuff and made this chart of dungeon meshi race lifespans for fun bc autism

[iknowwhereiare]

being held was heavenly

[animasola86]

Sick minds hahahah omg the cringe!

Inspired by this reblog by @esolean, I thought back to my days on fanfiction.net, and how ridiculously vague I wrote "mature scenes" (compared to how explicitly I write today).

Here's a few (screenshotted) snippets from my Tom/Ginny fanfic Unfinished Business (which is, ironically, unfinished since 2008). [Please ignore the giant font, I am practically blind XD]

(Those were from chapter 9 if you for some reason want to read more.)

I recently (before my plunge into the HL fandom) edited the story for typos and whatnot, and added a little more details (believe it or not, before that it was even more vague!), but still, it's nothing compared to how I write today.

I mean it's not bad (if I'm allowed to toot my own horn here), but I think I prefer a little bit more details to be honest, not having to squint and re-read certain parts to get what's going on...

(From chapter 13. I added the "slipped inside" in my recent edit, it wasn't there initially, you'd have to really imagine the rest...)

I really wish I'd still know where I wanted to go with that story, so I could finally continue/finish it, but alas, it's been a long while. (Also the Tom I wrote was slightly too OOC at times... actually, Ginny was too.)

But those were the days of good old fanfiction.net.

(I really appreciate the tag system of AO3 though, you know exactly what you get instead of wading through the vast wasteland of maybe possibly finding a fanfic that suits your needs! And apparently I never found the really good stuff because this is how I wrote back then, too poetic for my own good because I didn't know any better XD)