#might edit the chapter later and change my mind? probably

[anachronismstellar]

Good news, I think CH4 is done.

Bad news, it's 3:30AM and I need to wake up at 7

Wish me luck, fam

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: a one shot (18+)

a/n: this scene was mentioned in chapter 21 of the skz house, and i wanted to explore it. i put in some things that were mentioned in comments and asks that gave me a few ideas, but i couldn't make them happen for y/n, chan & hyunjin. anyways, i hope you enjoy this surprise one-shot. THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. forgive any typos, i wrote this in less than 24hrs.

this one shot can be enjoyed even if you haven’t read anything else from skz house. also, i know this female character has a name in actual story, but it's nonexistent here for your pleasure. carry on.

word count: 3,020

content warnings: threesome, squirting, double penetration, anal sex, deep throating, tit fucking...dear lord, how can i feel shy typing this out after what i've written?

The SKZ House: One-Shot

“Why does it have to be my bed?” Seungmin complains.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed next to Changbin and you’ve just finished explaining why you gathered them here tonight. For a threesome. And that’s what he wants to know?

“Don’t be difficult—she might change her mind.” Changbin nudges Seungmin with his shoulder.

You have thought about changing your mind several times in the last few minutes. Not because you don’t want to do this with them, but how on earth can you get them to stop going at each other’s throats long enough to make it happen? You thought the suggestion of a threesome would be enough on its own. It’s not, clearly.

It has been less than a month since you moved into The SKZ House and you have a lot to learn about these two. What you have gathered, thus far, is that for all their differences they both seem to be similar at their core, which is probably why they argue so much. One thing they also have in common right now is you. They’re both fucking you and will continue to do so for the next eight months. The last thing you want is to endure their incessant bickering the entire time.

“We’re doing this,” you finally respond. “But I swear if you two can’t stop arguing, I’ll leave you in here to fuck each other.”

They both press their lips firmly together at that, causing a sliver of empowerment to course through your veins.

You walk to the bed and motion for them to separate so you can sit between them. You reach up with your arms, grab ahold of both of their chins, then turn to address Seungmin first.

“You only speak to me.” you turn to Changbin, “Got it?”

They both nod.

You pull Changbin to you and kiss him. You still get surprised each time your lips meet—by how soft his are and how delicate he is. You really can’t judge a book by its cover with him. For as bulky as his build is, he’s gentler than you expected. All around.

He parts his lips, and you slip your tongue into his mouth, your hand still holding his chin. He adjusts himself on the bed, angling himself toward you, but you break the kiss before he can get comfortable. You turn to Seungmin and kiss him, too. Seungmin’s kiss is needier. As soon as your lips touch his, his hand is on your thigh, squeezing while he slides it upwards.

You pull away from him and let go of their chins to catch Seungmin’s wrist. You move his hand away and scoot back. You lift your shirt up and over your head, dropping it beside you on the bed. You lean back and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Now your turn.”

Their jaws drop. You smirk.

“No way,” Seungmin shakes his head defiantly, flinging his bangs around.

“Okay. See you later, Changbin.” you say, reaching for your shirt.

“Dude,” Changbin slaps Seungmin on the shoulder before he turns to you. “No tongue?”

“I suppose it’ll be fine without it.”

Changbin turns back to Seungmin. Seungmin looks distraught at their current predicament. They take deep breaths and lean over your legs, ever so slowly, prolonging as much as they can.

“Hold it,” you say when their lips finally meet. “5, 4—shut your eyes.”

They both snap their eyes shut.

“And relax—3, 2…2 and a half…”

Seungmin’s jaw clenches. Changbin lets out a disapproving grunt.

“2 and a quarter…1.”

They break apart and wipe their mouths as you laugh. Changbin stands as Seungmin glares and advances towards you. You hold out your arm to keep him at bay, but he smacks it out of the way. You manage to bring your knee up and use more force to keep him back.  

“You better cool it, Kim Seungmin,” you warn. “Take your clothes off, both of you.”

Seungmin mumbles under his breath and reluctantly gets up from the bed. They both undress as you remove your shorts, unsnap your bra and get on your knees. Changbin discards his clothes wherever they fall on the floor. Seungmin, of course, folds his and places them neatly on his desk.

When they’re both standing in front of you, you reach out to grab their hands. You bring them to your tits and they both caress you.

Seeing them next to each other like this, completely naked, their different appearances stand out even more. To your left, Changbin is stocky and solid, fucking beefy, from head to toe. Whereas Seungmin is hardly muscular and much thinner, but still in shape from all those years of Baseball. Their upright cocks match their appearance too—one girthy, one slender.

Your eyes are on Seungmin as you take Changbin’s cock in your hand first and stroke him. Seungmin reaches for your other hand and places it on his cock too. You grip him but hold your hand still until he starts moving your wrist for you. You stroke them both as Seungmin leans forward to capture your lips.

Even though you haven’t been here long, you quickly learned how easy it is to get under Seungmin’s skin when sex is involved. In everyday life, it’s not an easy feat, he’s too unbothered but the boy loves to fuck. The second his mind is on fucking you, he has to have you. If you play coy or try to tease him, he gets even more riled up and needy.

Knowing this, you keep choosing to interact with Changbin first on purpose. Plus, Changbin has been the better behaved one throughout this. He deserves it—and he likes to be rewarded.

You lean back from Seungmin to break the kiss. He puts a knee on the bed, and tries to move closer to you. Once again, you put your hand out to stop him. The look in his dark brown eyes sends a shiver down your spine—he’s going to fuck the shit out of you when he gets the chance.

You release their cocks and lower yourself onto all fours, positioning yourself in front of Changbin.

“Grab my hair,” you instruct Seungmin.

He doesn’t hesitate to grab a handful and pull back on it, forcing you to look up. He leans down to kiss you briefly, then pushes your head forward to Changbin’s cock. You lick your lips and open wide to take him in.  

“Ohhh, fuck,” Changbin exhales.

Seungmin strokes himself with his other hand as he guides your head back and forth. You moan around Changbin’s cock, moving your hips to rub your thighs together. You can feel how wet your pussy is already.

“Is it my turn yet?” Seungmin goads, knowing what you’re doing to him. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he forces your head all the way down on Changbin, until your throat is full and your nose touches his pelvic bone. Your stomach clenches as you gag around his cock.

Seungmin pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at him again. He leans down and crashes his lips against yours, moaning as his tongue invades your mouth. Tasting you. Tasting Changbin. He doesn’t seem to mind this—but kissing was an issue?

Changbin grabs your tits with both hands, kneading them and teasing your nipples. When Seungmin breaks apart from you, he immediately shoves your mouth onto his own cock. His grip on your hair tightens as he thrusts his hips forward, fucking your face.

He’s relentless. You move back and forth on his cock, sliding your tongue along the bottom, keeping your throat relaxed and open for him to slide down. The saliva in your mouth is coating his cock and sliding down your chin, spurring him on.

You let him continue a little while longer before pulling back. He attempts to keep going, but you push his hand away from your head. You wipe your mouth with your hand and sit down on the bed, catching your breath.

“Come here, Seungmin. Get behind me,” you tell him.

He does as his told, placing his legs on either side of you, his hard cock pressed against your back. You lean into him and spread your legs apart as Changbin crawls between them, covering  your pussy with his mouth as soon as he’s within reach. Seungmin drapes one arm across the front of your shoulders, holding you against him and pinches your nipples with his other hand.

Your eyes flutter shut, allowing you to bask in the moment. Your head is relieved of all thoughts—anything outside of this room, outside of this bed doesn’t exist right now. Only the three of you.

A moan escapes your lips as Changbin slides his fingers inside your pussy and focuses his mouth on your clit.

“Make her do the thing, hyung,” Seungmin says. He hooks his feet around your legs at the knee, spreading them further apart.

“On your bed?” Changbin takes his mouth of your pussy to mock Seungmin’s earlier complaint.

“D-don’t,” you stumble for the word.

You mean to sound stern, to warn them against two things—attempting what they’ve both recently discovered you’re able to do—and arguing, but you fail. You’re too consumed with how they’re making you feel.

“Shhh,” Seungmin whispers in your ear before biting down on your neck. “We’re being good.”

You can just picture the devilish look on his face as he gently brings each of your arms back. He slips his forearm through them and pulls you back against him, forcing you to arch your back. He continues squeezing your tits and tugging on your nipples as Changbin sets to work.

Changbin alternates between licking and sucking on your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you, applying pressure with each movement. Seungmin’s mouth goes back to your neck, nipping and kissing until you’re absolutely beside yourself.

When did you lose the upper hand here?

“Oh, no, I’m gonna—no, Changbin—”

“Let it out,” Seungmin coaxes.

You pant and thrash your head from side to side, circling your hips around Changbin’s face and fingers while Seungmin smacks your tits and bites your neck. Your entire body shakes as you come. Changbin fucks you harder with his fingers, your hips buck against him and you let go of all self-control. Changbin withdraws his fingers and leans back as you cover him in your squirt. You open your mouth to scream, but Seungmin clamps his hand over your mouth, muffling the sound.

Changbin lays siege to your pussy again before you can fully come back to reality. You grunt and groan, squirming against him. Seungmin lets out a wicked chuckle from behind you and keeps his hand firmly over your mouth as Changbin makes you squirt again. This feeling of release is euphoric—a drug in its own right. And you want more of it.

“I need you to fuck me,” you plead to Seungmin when your body stops taking and he finally removes his hand from your mouth. “Let’s switch.”

Seungmin untangles his legs from yours and slides you around so you’re laying horizontal on the bed, with your head resting along the edge. Changbin stands and appears at your side, stroking himself while Seungmin situates himself between your legs, teasing your pussy with his cock. Your hips thrust upward towards him on their own accord.

“You look so good like this, y/n,” Changbin states.

He stands in front of your face, tapping your cheeks and lips with his cock as Seungmin thrusts into you. Your mouth falls open as you moan and Changbin seizes the opportunity to shove his cock inside.

They fuck you from both ends. When Changbin isn’t thrusting into your mouth, he’s squeezing your tits together and fucking them. It allows you a moment to rest your mouth while your head, albeit upside down, is nestled between his thick and toned thighs. They rub against your cheeks with each thrust of his hips. You tilt your head back further and stick your tongue out, licking his balls when they’re close enough.

Each of you give way to the pleasure you’re all feeling—swearing, grunting, moaning and groaning. A beautiful symphony of expletives and sounds. You’ve never felt so beautiful and desired and turned on in your life. You want more.

Seungmin lifts one of your legs and hooks it over his shoulder, while the other stays on the bed. He angles you on your side a bit and Changbin reaches forward to rub your clit as he moves back to fucking your mouth. Seungmin’s thrusts into your pussy are long and deep. He targets your most sensitive spot until you’re flung over the edge again, bursting around his cock, drenching his taught stomach.

Changbin pulls out of your mouth, letting you breathe as your body convulses. You have to slide away from Seungmin’s thrusts, still shaking.

“Wait, wait,” you say.

In a fraction of a second, the expression on Seungmin’s face changes to one of concern. Changbin is right behind you and helps you sit upright.

“You okay?”

“You good?”

They both ask at the same time.

You nod and point to the water bottle on Seungmin’s nightstand. Changbin retrieves it and passes it to you. You take a long drink before passing it on to Seungmin, then he gives it to Changbin. Everyone takes a second to calm their heaving chests.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “I wanna try something—Changbin lay down.”

You and Seungmin move out of the way and Changbin all but jumps onto the bed, landing on his back and bouncing a little. He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you straddle his waist. You’re on your knees, leaning over him. You lower your pussy onto his cock slowly. You’re so tender and sore, but it feels so fucking good still.

“Seungmin get behind me.”

“Yeah?” he says, sounding surprised.

“Yes,” you nod. “I want you both inside me.”

Seungmin gets onto the bed behind you and you remain leaning over Changbin to allow him room.

“Wait, lift up,” Seungmin requests.

You lift up off of Changbin and Seungmin’s hand starts rubbing your pussy. Sliding the moisture back to your ass. After a moment he positions you back over Changbin’s cock and you lower yourself again. Seungmin spits in his hand and lathers up your asshole even more. He grabs your waist with one hand and starts to guide you up and down on Changbin as he slips a finger inside.

Changbin cups the back of your neck and brings your mouth to his. You distract yourself with kissing him as you feel Seungmin getting in place behind you. He holds your hips still as he presses the tip of his dick against your asshole. Changbin cups both of your tits in his hands, helping to take your mind away. He continues kissing you and pinching your nipples as Seungmin pushes himself further inside.

You whimper into Changbin’s mouth as your body adjusts to accommodate both of them. You break the kiss with Changbin and rest your forehead against his. He lifts your head so you’re looking at him, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you want this to stop.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him.

Seungmin slides his hand up and down your back, caressing you as he starts to move his hips.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, as he withdraws and lubes up his cock with spit again. He slides back in, keeping his pace nice and slow. “Shit, guys. I don’t know about this. I can feel how full you are, y/n—it feels too fucking good.”

Changbin starts to move his hips too and you cry out at the feeling. You cannot lie—it does hurt a little. You most definitely can feel how full you are, too. But with each thrust from either of them, your clit rubs against Changbin’s smooth stomach, helping diminish the pain and replace it with pleasure.

“You like having us both inside of you?” Changbin asks when you moan.

“Mmmm,” is all you can get out.

They steadily pick up the pace of their thrusts. You shut your eyes, bouncing on their cocks as your head lolls from side.

“Fuck—it’s too tight—it’s too good,” Seungmin says. His hands move up to your shoulders, gripping them tightly. “I’m gonna come.”

You lower your mouth to Changbin’s again to help quiet yourself while Seungmin slams into your ass before abruptly pulling out as he comes. You feel the warm liquid hit your back, causing your body to jerk with each surprise spurt.

“You want mine too?” Changbin says against your lips, and you nod in response.

You sit up more, able to fuck him back better now. You plant your thighs against his and grind on him hard and fast to keep the friction against your already swollen clit. You can feel Seungmin behind you, wiping your back with something. You’re too focused on your own release, though. You throw your head back as you come around Changbin’s cock. He grips your hips and thrusts into you as his own orgasm follows directly after. You collapse on top of him, out of breath and completely fucking exhausted.

Seungmin falls to the bed next to you, splayed out on his back.

“I knew you two could get along,” you break the silence after you’ve all somewhat caught your breath and come back to your senses.

“Sometimes,” Seungmin replies, delivering a smack to your ass.

“Owww,” you whine.

Changbin rubs the area to soothe it.

“Who was better?” Changbin asks and you can hear the smile in his voice.

A brief silence falls over the three of you—of course you’re not going to answer that.

“Changbin, you can leave now,” Seungmin quips.

And just like that, the bubble of peace bursts. But at least you know your options if you ever need them to shut the fuck up and get along for a little while.

[ read chapter one of The SKZ House here ]

a/n: i literally have no words for myself. i hope you all have a great weekend hahahahaha

[leeofthevoid]

Cold-blooded Beings - Part 2

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hello all! Super huge thanks to those who helped me change my perspective and gave good criticisms on the last chapter. I hope you liked this one, took a bit longer to write but a bit more slow. Might re-edit later and think about the kissing scene. Not Beta Read.

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Strong language, Sex, Nudity

Word Count: 1951

|| Part One, Part Three, Part Four

Alcohol and Money

You weren’t a stranger to the Cattons’ wild side. They were known to throw parties, banquets, and get-togethers that could turn very out of hand after a few rounds of their expensive alcohol being passed around to people as young as thirteen. This rave or club was not any crazier; sure, there were a handful of borderline public sex acts going around, and people here were under the age of twenty-five, but it really had nothing against the Cattons.

Felix wasn’t known to be a guy to keep his hands to himself. He took his chance to steal you away from the guy you were making out with to get you dancing, his hand roaming while his other hand held his beer bottle. You didn’t mind; he was always like this, always a tad bit too touchy, just like the rest of them, save for Sir James. He was always childlike and in his own world.

“Why’d you steal me from Mr. Hottie, Fee?” You asked or screamed at him over the music. He chuckled and scrunched his nose. “Can’t have you doing sinful things you might regret.” You laughed as you swayed your hips to the music, dancing with him. “A bit too late for that, Fee. Been doing some very sinful things since I last saw you Love.”

“Color me impressed. You better tell me all about those,” he said with a wink while pulling you closer to him, leading you to the bar where Farleigh was eating some random guy’s face out. It was a little more quiet and a little bit more organized than the dance floor, a good chance to have a breather and enjoy the atmosphere. Felix slid away to order a few drinks for you when Farleigh pushed his little gent away. He looked so disheveled, with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. My, my. These boys really grew into their family antics. “A little more snogging; I thought you’d be eating him, Farleigh.” He scoffed playfully and pulled you to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. “If you could call it one; he was so bad. Probably better than Oliver, but fuck, it was so bad.” You gave him a few head pats as you teased him about his weird knowledge of Oliver’s kissing techniques when Felix handed you your drink before walking away to probably look for Oliver. Oh god, Oliver… It was crazy how you caught a glimpse of him staring at you while you danced with Felix; he was just gone so fast when you wanted to call him over. Kind of creepy.

“How was your little date with the cockless duo?” Farleigh whispered in your ear, teasing and all. You situated yourself on his lap in a way that you’d be able to see what his face looked like. That mischievous glint and smirk on his stupid face were laughable but also seriously? He just had to remind you? “Got stood up by the Math know-it-all and the lifeless writer.” Bastard.

“Jesus, Farleigh, your mouth needs cleansing.” He found humor in your censorship. Honestly, though, why do you even defend those two? You'll never know. “Oh come on! That other guy looked like he would have fucked his mom if he had the chance.” Your face twisted into a horrified expression, mouth hung ajar from the atrocities he’s telling you. “Farleigh! Is there any way for you to not say such things?” You slapped his chest, grumbling underneath you as he laughed his heart out.

“You know… Not to be one with a savior complex, but I do have an offer that’s a little tempting.” He bit his lower lip, rubbing small circles on your exposed thighs, the feeling making you shiver. You tried to play it cool by drinking some of the mimosa Felix gave you while looking at him, challenging his confidence that barely wavered.

“Do you Cattons have a kink for being handsy with childhood friends?” Farleigh chuckled as his hands traveled further up your dress. “Maybe? Is that bad?” Of course, that didn’t stop his hand from playing with your thighs and squeezing them every once in a while.

“Maybe. So… about this offer to relieve my heartache from being stood up by Oliver and Michael?” You put your drink down to wrap your arms around his neck. His eyes dropped down to your lips, heart beating fast under your hand resting on his chest. “Well, I’m not one to pity people, but you seem to be a lucky one.” He seemed to wait for your first move, but his eyes betrayed him. He looked like he was ready to pounce at any given moment anyway, and you loved the tension. Slowly sliding your hands up and down his exposed chest, you closed the gap as painstakingly slowly as possible. He rolled his eyes and closed the gap himself, earning him a small gasp from you.

His lips were soft and warm. He was delicate yet vicious as he sucked on your lower lip, hands on your back and thigh. He tasted so… different and so good you just had to pull him closer, as close as humanly possible to appease your hunger for him. He tasted like cigarettes with a hint of mint and oranges. What the hell has he been consuming to taste this good? This is probably the alcohol; for sure the alcohol making you insane and loving every second of your kiss. He slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, swiping down your lips then nibbling with his teeth. You sucked on his lips, earning a faint groan, tightening his hold on you.

You pushed him with a smirk on your face, slightly shaking your head while he tried to pull you back. “Free taste could only give so much.” You whispered in his ear as you stood up from his lap, leaving him confused and empty-handed. You danced more that night, had a few more drinks, and woke up in a stranger’s bed. It was normal. This life was normal for you, but what about the plaything Felix found?

After a few weeks of hanging out with Felix and Farleigh, you were embarrassingly worn out on the tutoring session Mr. Ware told you to facilitate while he was out of town. Oliver seemed a little more confident and laid back now that Felix influenced him so much, but you can’t help but notice the little cracks this shy little man still had. “And life, though always heartbreaking, finds a way to course through the minds and hearts of even the most loveless individuals…” You sent an assignment last week to Oliver and Farleigh, ‘Write about life as tragic as you can.’ Farleigh seemed at least prepared for this session, but he remained quiet, and comfortably sat cross-legged on the other chair parallel to yours as Oliver continued his monotone reading. “Okay, so Oliver you have improved, and I am proud!” You interrupted, “But I still think you fail to capture a little bit more of the emotions we need to fully express to the readers and listeners about what you want them to think about your work.” Oliver pursed his lips, brows furrowing deep in thought, “I just thought maybe I’d let the readers perceive it as they want. Let them have the freedom, unlike the prison life has given to them.” It was smart and very interesting, but the exercise was for them to be able to focus on the subject they wrote about. You heard Farleigh blow raspberries as he settled back in his chair. “You know, Ollie, what she meant to say was that it was boring, again. It lacked life and the lust for things surrounding the tragedy life brings us.” He clicked his tongue and looked at you.

You sighed at his observation and gave a slight wink your way. “She was right in saying you’ve improved, but you lost your objective. You think you’re so smart in deviating from what you’re supposed to do and what you’re supposed to be, that you became too complacent.” Oliver looked at Farleigh, confused and angry, standing up abruptly after a few moments, excusing himself from the room.

“Farleigh!” You looked at him pointedly and watched Oliver disappear into the hallway. “What? Was I wrong? He was still so intolerable you almost fell asleep.”

“It does not give you an excuse to bash him like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckled lowly. “Like he’s one of us? Like he can use you and Felix as safety nets?” You chose to ignore him and stood up to fix the files in Mr. Ware’s office without another word. “I see how you give him money when he hangs out with you. How he looks at you when we go and get drinks, while Felix whispers in your ear about whose turn it was. Y/N, fucking talk to me! What is up with you and that leeching cunt?”

You sharply turned around to find Farleigh behind you, looking down at you as he waited for answers. “He’s already struggling enough, Far. Felix and I just talk sometimes about how he reminds us of the little kids our housekeepers had over when my parents threw charity parties.” He looked at you with disbelief in his eyes, biting his cheek. “You’re such a fucking Martyr. You and Felix both.” He humorlessly laughed as he backed away, throwing the essay he made on the table. “Please excuse me, Saint Therese.” He turned and left the room, giving a slight sarcastic bow in the process. What the fuck is his problem? You were only being kind, just like what Mother and Father taught you. What’s so wrong about it?

That night, you talked to Felix about the whole thing. Farleigh is right and wrong. He was right and you both knew it. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of disinterest from Felix. Like talking about Oliver was making him bored and he would much rather talk about something else. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Felix looked up from his laptop and blew out some smoke. You too had a lit cigarette in between your lips, unable to save yourself from the temptations of its relief. “It’s just… Ollie is…”

“Getting boring?” A silence hung in the air. You were right and Felix just didn’t want to say it. “He just doesn’t feel as excited anymore, you know?” If there’s one thing you knew about Felix, it was that he had always been the type of kid who would love his toys so much at the start but discard them when they got tired of them. Right now, Oliver was the pitiful toy. “Hey, if you’re getting tired of him then it must be the same for me?” You looked at him from the other end of the bed you were lying on as he sat up and held onto your knees in a comforting way. “You? No way! No fucking way am I going to get tired of our lovely Monarch.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname and raised both your eyebrows. “Why are we so different then, hm?” The answer was obvious and it was the bloody truth. Oliver was the scholar kid, smarter than the rest, got into a good school, had enough allowance to buy cafeteria food, and was an outcast. He was not like you. He was not from your world, only dragged because of Felix and your kindness (Pity). Felix kissed your cheek after you got pulled into your thoughts and went back to talking about everything else, lightening up the mood.

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[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

[snowfallenapocalypse]

Howdy Slay the Princess friends! I wanted to show off my Voices designs, they’re still very likely to change cause I’m still not quite happy with all of them, but I hope you enjoy them! :3c

Explanations and a few extras below the cut! :) (This ended up being a kinda long post so be warned!)

For the most part I try to use the same body shape for all of them, with the only differences being their accessories and some beak variation. None of them have wings either- I don't like drawing them that much so they're reserved for TLQ

Alright here we go- explanation time!

Hero - Knight's helmet based on the default warrior class helmet from Miitopia, no clue if the feather, ponytail, thing... is his actual feathers or part of the hat and I probably never will. I love how he looks even if the helmet sucks to draw

Broken - Shackle and chain around his neck, not much to say about this guy, I was a bit worried it was too similar to the Prisoner's shtick at first but it's grown on me

Contrarian - Jester's cap, the most common defining accessory I saw for him in fanart and thought it fit. Probably gonna change him cause the current iteration doesn't feel quite right. (Either hat redesign or something new)

Opportunist - A tie and ripped dress shirt, I wanted a smarmy business-ey feel for him but didn't think a nice shirt would fit in with the aesthetic of the game, so I gave him a ripped one (he probably found it on the ground somewhere)

Paranoid - Perfume pendant, I adore this concept but have had a hard time conveying it properly. The pendant is filled with smelling salts in case he needs to wake someone up. I want to keep this concept so much but I know it has to go through a few more designs cause I don't really know what it's supposed to look like. Planning on adding another necklace and maybe a clock?

Smitten - A shawl with heart shaped embroidery and a flower broach, I... Don't know how to feel with this one? It doesn't quite fit Smitten's exuberance but I don't know what I would give him instead. Will probably change later if I do come up with something better

Hunted - Hooded cloak, for camouflage :0 (it's a very short cloak though basically only covers his shoulders.) I drew him twice so you could see both versions, realistically he'd always have the hood up but I find it hard to draw and doesn't look as good so I don't bother, (it probably looks weird because the hooded version is missing the feather tufts, I added a quick sketch of the hood with them below)

Cold - A hole in his chest (shamelessly based on Mad Rat Dead,) Cold didn't seem like the type to have any worldly possessions so this was the most literal way I could convey his 'heartless' personality, it is kinda bending my rule of giving all these guys unique accessories but it fits him quite well so I don't mind

Skeptic - Detective hat, this is another one that I think looks a bit weird due to the lack of tufts (version with them below) and I don't know how well this fits his personality, but Skeptic is probably the voice I'm least familiar with so I'm kinda just ignoring redesigning him until I get a better grip on his character (I also don't really know how to draw this hat- I tried my best lol)

Cheated - Cut off tuft and scars, I had a really hard time coming up with this one and I'm still not quite sure how I feel about it. It's another one that bends my rule of having accessories but I couldn't think of anything to put on him that fit the vibe of 'Being salty from repeatedly losing to someone using hacks in a game.' (Yes, that's how I summarize Cheated's personality lol)

Stubborn - ...Isn't here, Oops? Yeah, you probably noticed but I don't actually have a design for him yet. I might give him a cape? idk. He's another voice I don't really have a good grasp on, I have to play through his chapters again :')

Anyways! I had put my sort of 'design rules' for these guys in an older version of this post but I ended up not vibing with it so I edited it out- I like the post a lot better without all the excess stuff

And finally as the send-off to the post (and a thanks for reading all) here's the extra bits! My one Long Quiet full body, the Hunted and Skeptic sketch with their tufts, and a bonus Opportunist cause I realized you can't really tell what the shirt looks like lol

[obislittleone]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 12

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: this might be the saddest one... or maybe I'm delusional and it can only get worse from here. Anyways, death, canon typical violence, drowning, my sweet baby Lukas is trying his best as always... oh yeah a hUGE AMOUNT OF ANGST

Chapter Summary: This is the endgame, there are four tributes remaining. Who will live, and who will die? The choice has never been up to the tributes.

Word Count: 3.8k

my live action cinderella dress (movie accurate) is finally done so expect me to have a lot more editing time. I will also probably have more writing time so expect some endings to unfinished series.

“He had f-feelings for me?” Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth.  “He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

You’d been silent. Not quiet, but absolutely silent. Lukas didn’t try to make you be anything else… but he did have to keep you moving. It wasn’t much later in the day, but the sun was already setting. The minimal amounts of light only being shown through the small openings of the tree canopy. It was harder to tell where you were going. Nothing looked the same as it did yesterday, or the day before. You could swear you’d walked through here to get to the stream, but the path had somewhat changed along the way. 

As drowned in your thoughts as you’d been right after it happened, your entire body, including your brain, had been numbed to Rodey’s death. His blood was still on your hands. Figuratively and literally. You didn’t stare at it too long, forgetting to let your gaze linger on anything except the path ahead, and Lukas, who was three steps in front of you. 

You both were half of the remaining tributes. It was a miracle you both had made it this far, but now that the numbers had dwindled, there were two other tributes left who were hunting the both of you. It was better to keep moving than to sit like a duck and let one of them take their victory. 

The longer you went without finding the stream, your need for freshwater had grown exponentially. It was strange how the past few days it would rain for hours, but now that you actually needed water it ceased to exist… in a literal rainforest. That was the peak behavior of a game maker, to play sinisterly. 

“We can stop here for now. Maybe if I can get up one of these trees I’ll be able to spot the stream again.” 

You barely minded what he was saying, giving a small nod to at least show you heard him. You didn’t care much to speak anymore, not even to the person who you felt the most patience from. He was doing fine without the constant dialogue of the days before, and you knew he’d be fine without it till the end. He was going to win, there was no doubt in your mind. You’d thought that perhaps it could be him or Rodey, but Rodey died saving you. Now you would do the same for Lukas, whenever the situation finally came. 

You sat down, back against a tree trunk and head dropped forward, eyes making an instant connection with the dried blood on your body. Even if you scrubbed at yourself for hours, there was no chance you could get rid of it all. You have the blood of two allies on your hands, now. That’s as many as you’re willing to have. 

Lukas had set down his pack, starting to climb the roots and knots of the tree’s enormous base, when a tiny parachute descended straight towards him. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound it made, watching it fall into the boy’s hands. 

“Head’s up,” he called, tossing you one of two canteens full of water. You took it gratefully, beginning to drink up as much as you could take. 

Lukas smiled before looking down to the note included. 

Talk to her for me, tell her it’s not her fault. - F

He sighed, trying to come up with any ideas on what he could possibly say. There’s no way to know if she’ll even be open to a conversation. There’s no indicator that she even wants to speak at all. But this is a sponsor that keeps them from having to exhaust their resources, and Finnick asked for something simple in return. He doesn’t understand why Finnick is so dead set on coddling you in this arena. It’s not like things are going to get any better from here. It’s an absolute fact that the time can only become worse, until everyone meets their end but one. 

But against his logic, and against what his brain is telling him, his gut wants to follow his mentor’s instructions… So he does. 

He sits beside you at the base of the tree, his own canteen in hand and his pack in the other. 

“Listen, I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he assumed, given the fact that you’ve literally said nothing since it happened. “But what happened, it wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?” 

You reasoned with the scene over in your head, and the only way it didn’t end the same way is if he didn’t choose to jump in front of you. It was hard to think about, because you feel responsible. He wouldn’t have jumped if you weren’t there. But if you weren’t there, she’d only have him to charge at. It all ends the same every time. He was faster than you, braver than you. He would have stepped time and again, and you couldn’t stop him. 

“He s-saved me. It was f-for me.”

“I know.”

You closed your canteen and let it roll out of your hands and onto the ground next to you, curling your legs to your chest and trying to comfort yourself. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but if he was adamant for you to do so, it was going to be on your terms. 

He seemed to be stumbling for more words, and only came across some having rambled a thought from his head. 

“I wish he’d never told you…”

“T-told me what?”

He hadn’t caught onto the fact that you had no idea what he was talking about. So like a dumbass, he kept going. 

“About his feelings for you. I told him a few days ago it could only hurt you. Then again I also told him it was a good idea so I guess we were both stupid,” his rambling of a response made your eyes widen in both shock and anger. 

“He had f-feelings for me?”

Lukas was dumbfounded. The poor kid didn’t even get to tell you. He tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, but froze upon not knowing what he could possibly say in response. Maybe just start with the truth. 

“He did,” his head fell when the words finally escaped. “I’m sorry, he wanted to tell you.”

For some reason, this information didn’t hurt you as much as it should. Instead, it angered you. How could he possibly have been so stupid to sacrifice himself in the name of feelings for someone he’d only recently met? How could he have given up a possible win, just to show his devotion. Had it been an instinctual move of protection, you could have accepted it… but no. 

“I s-should be dead r-right now. All these p-people around me, dropping l-like flies. And I’m still h-here.”

“Don’t say things like that. Look, I get it. You feel responsible…”

You nodded, because yes, you absolutely did. Your ally’s blood is on your hands, and no matter how many times you scrub it away, it will always be there. 

“But I feel responsible for you. I’d rather it be any of them than you, understand?” He finished off, his look of seriousness piercing yours of confused emotion. Sadness, anger, guilt. Probably more, but you can’t identify them.

You nodded, but his words didn’t make you feel any better. If anything it just made things worse. He was still trying to protect you, and you couldn’t stand losing one more ally. Especially not him. He had to be the one to make it out of here. You’d been thinking about it so much more the past several hours, now that only four remain. You’ve only gotten this far because of your allies, but now they are almost gone. It’s on the verge of every man for himself, but you know Lukas won’t let you die on your own. If it comes down to the two of you, you have every intention of throwing yourself from the top of a tree so he can go home. You don’t think you’ll survive the other two tributes, however. 

“You’re g-going to win, y’know.”

He sighed, looking at the ground and shrugging. Maybe they are true, the things that you say. He just hopes they aren’t. 

“I’m not so sure anymore. If I were a gambling man, I’d have to put money on you.”

“Well then it’s a g-good thing you don’t gamble,” you smiled, trying to expel every other feeling you had, and only hold onto one emotion at a time. The air was light, just around the two of you. Old friends, fighting for their lives, but they can still make the other smile, or laugh. It’s simply what friends can do. 

Lukas hopes that he doesn’t leave this arena without you. He is praying to anyone that can hear his thoughts that if he watches you die, he’ll die too. It’s not like he has anything to go back to, anyway. 

“Promise m-me something, for when you get h-home?” You asked, his curiosity piqued. “Promise me that you’ll take care of m-my family. My brother, make sure he d-doesn’t ever have his name in the bowl more than it h-has to be.”

He smiled. He hadn’t even thought about his own family, his mother. Probably because he didn’t consider her to be so, anymore. 

“I promise, if I get out of here, I will.”

“T-thank you, Lukas.” 

He leaned against you, his head resting on the tree while your own head was on his shoulder. You’d be perfectly content with dying if you could just drift away like this. Everything now was peaceful, and you’d left no stones unturned. Your family would be taken care of if Lukas lived, you know he’s good on his word. You know that having spoken with him, and even sitting here with him now, you will have resolved everything with him. There’s nothing else you need to know… except-

“Lukas?”

“Yeah?”

“W-why did you volunteer?”

He took a deep inhale beside you, then went stiff as the reasoning coursed through his mind. He could lie and say it was an impulsive mistake. He could come up with literally a million other things that would sound plausible for any kid on why they would do something so stupid. But he wasn’t any kid, and you weren’t just some bystander. You were his best friend. Either of you could die any moment, so he wanted to make sure you got nothing but the truth. 

“The morning of the reaping, my mom and I had that argument,” he recalled. You nodded along, remembering the scene vividly. He hadn’t been himself until he’d gotten on a boat. The water always seemed to calm him down. “I’d been feeling better after work, but I went home to shower and get dressed.”

He stopped for a moment, his brow furrowing as he tried to bring it all back into recollection. The nasty look on his mother’s face, the way she swore at him and spewed her insanity. Thinking back to it now, him volunteering is just what she wanted. It would have been better to refuse volunteering out of spite. 

“She told me I would never measure up to my father, and that there was no point in trying. When I asked her what she wanted from me, she told me she wished I had died in his place.”

Your hand immediately found his in a tight and reassuring grip when you heard this. It was just like his mother to go off and say some shit like that. Something that would scar him the rest of his life and force him to go immeasurable lengths, and for what?

“I told her I would volunteer if she wanted me dead so badly. She said I might as well, because it would be the only way to bring some pride back to our family. The sad thing is, I didn’t regret it until they called your name…”

“I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered to him, barely heard above the humming and buzzing of the rainforest. You clung to him, hoping that this could bring the smallest semblance of comfort in a place that exudes horror and danger. He clung right back to you, being still in your embrace as it was one of normalcy. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hug you, or look at you, or talk to you. Even simply being in your presence wasn’t something he was going to take for granted, because he knew that soon, he would never be able to again, whichever way it went. 

-

The day continued on, and the sun was setting much faster than you would ever anticipate. Probably because it wasn’t a real sun, and any glimpse of normalcy was non-lasting. It couldn’t be, because there had to be reminders that this was not the wilderness, and you were not safe. You would die any second. There were only four tributes remaining. You could imagine that things were getting tense back in the capitol. You couldn’t imagine the kid from eleven had garnered much of a fan base with Lukas being the prized tribute this year. You doubted the girl from one was getting any special attention, either. Not that they needed it. Estelle was most definitely the most qualified remaining tribute, a career who has trained for this moment all her life… but still, you’re sure Lukas will win it from her. 

While walking in the marshy rainforest, you’re quickly reminded how easily this game can end. 

You hear a branch snap a bit down the trail behind you, and you freeze. 

“Lukas…” you whisper, drawing the knife from your hip. 

He heard another branch, and turned his head, the boy named Brock from eleven quickly approaching, with Estelle on his heels. Whether or not she was chasing him, no one could be sure, but they both had a determined look in their eye, and all it took was one word for you to bolt ahead like lightning. 

“Run.”

The branches below you snapped in half, the pressure of your rapid footsteps was intense enough to squash any animal or snake that dared slither into your path. 

You could hear Lukas’ hard breath intake, as he was passing you every few seconds, then trailing a step behind, only to look back and make sure they weren’t gaining too quickly… except for they were. This was going to end in a face off, whether you liked it or not. You couldn’t run forever, and it was just a matter of time. You were ready to die, and you would protect Lukas. 

You tripped over your steps, holding your hand out to stop Lukas in his tracks before he fell. 

Well, at least you’d found the waterfall. The only downside is, you were at the top of it, having run onto a ledge that was at least a thirty foot drop into deep waters, raging from the pressure of the falls. There was no way you were making that jump without drowning. You’d probably have a heart attack on the way down and die before hitting the water. 

“W-what do we do?” You turned to your counterpart, and he whipped his head back at the two approaching tributes. 

“We’ve gotcha, now!” Estelle could be heard shouting, the sound getting far too close for comfort. It was now evident that they had been teamed up on this effort. “Nowhere to run!”

Lukas yanked your arm, pulling you beside him. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked sincerely, the look in his eyes made you scared, like he was thinking irrationally, and he was… but it was all he could come up with. 

“Yes,” you nodded, but grabbed his hand which was still on your arm. “Lukas?” 

He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t answer your call of his name. He didn’t even give you a second to understand what the hell he was about to do. He just did it. 

Within a moment, gravity became your enemy, and you went flying backwards off the edge of the cliffside, arms and legs flailing as you screamed all the way down into the waters. You sucked in a quick breath before being  fully submerged, hammered down by the constant onslaught of heavy water. 

Lukas took off, running away while the others were distracted by your fall into the depths. He ran towards the forest again, trying to jump logs and dodge trees, anything that could make their path to him harder. 

Brock was still looking over the edge, having been surprised by the play of events. 

“Let’s go, we can’t let him get far,” Estelle pulled him by the shoulder, turning him to the rainforest patches again.

“What about the girl?” 

Estelle scoffed, “We’ll hear a cannon in a few minutes, she can’t swim.” 

And with that, they took off.

Immediately being in water, the panic set into your mind. You were clawing around, trying to make it out, reaching out for anything that you could use to pull yourself up… but with the pressure beating down over you, you sank deeper, and deeper, with no savior to jump in after you, now. This was it. This was the moment you had to choose. 

Live, or Die.

Last time you chose to die, but there was nothing on the line. Lukas is on the line now. He is the only person you swore you were going to protect in this arena, and you had to find a way out of here if that was going to happen. 

You tried to quiet your mind, to forget the past and just how much you hated being in this water. You were ignoring just how badly your arms ache while attempting to paddle to the surface. You forgot it all and remembered the boy you’ve known since childhood. You remembered all the times he stood up for you against the kids mocking your stutter. You remembered just how much he’s done for you and is still doing for you… and suddenly, your head breaks through the surface, and you’re able to crawl into the small cavern behind the waterfall. 

You start heaving breaths, rapidly letting the air tear through your lungs, now that they had access to air in the first place. You smiled to yourself once you were able to get high enough on the rocks to stand. You survived. You’d been dealt a hand that was completely out of your favor and you managed to climb out and breathe the air around you. 

Your excitement was immediately cut off when you heard a cannon sound. 

You didn’t waste a minute in climbing the rocks as fast as you could, albeit a little clumsy from having wet hands and shoes. Your mind raced, and you hoped that your heart pounding would be eased, and you would be wrong about your suspicions. 

“No, n-no,” you shook your head, running into the rainforest and looking around frantically. You took several turns, and couldn’t see anything or anyone, but you had your knife drawn anyway. You were practically panting by now, the heaviness in your breath never dwindling. 

The minute you came to a clearing, your eyes falling on the person in front of you, your eyes watered with tears. 

“Lukas,” you slid down to your knees next to his limp frame, pulling him into your lap to hold him. “Wake up. W-wake up, Lukas, I’m h-here.” 

He didn’t budge, but as you rocked him, you were able to see the source of this tragedy, the trail of blood, streaming from his chest and over his body in gushes. It was all over your hands, and it was all over your arms. It was all over you. You were covered in his blood, just like you were covered in Rodey’s dried blood. You’d let another ally sacrifice themselves for you. You swore you wouldn’t. 

This wasn’t just another ally, and this wasn’t just a tribute you’d met a week ago. This was the best friend you’d ever had. The person who grew up alongside you into a wonderful man. He was the person who comforted you when you felt too embarrassed to go to a family member. He was the boy who’d complimented you when no other boy would dare. He was the one who brought you shells every morning from his walk to the docks. And now he is the boy who’s blood you are covered in, crying over miserably. 

You can’t bring yourself to part with him, to let him go. You know if you do, something different will become of you. Something you have never been before. So you don’t. You cling to him, and you cry, and you let the thunder that begins to rumble above you reflect your emotion. It’s been a day since it’s rained in this rainforest, but even still, the rain doesn’t pour, it only trickles slightly. Enough to remind you that despite this loss, and despite the fact that you will never be the same, you are still in this arena, and there is only one way out. 

You raise your head, and hear another sound of a cannon. You look around, but there is no sign of movement or of other tributes. 

There’s only one left, and despite what you’ve said since the moment you entered this God forsaken place, despite your morals, and despite these tributes not being your real enemy, there is only one thing on your mind, and you will not rest until you’ve attained it…

As you move to stand, you roll Lukas’ body on his back, placing his hands over his chest to be at rest. You hate that this is how his story ends. You want to bury him, you want to give him a proper memorial, but you know this arena will be scrapped by the capitol for next year’s use, and this spot will be desecrated soon after you arrange it. So you’ve decided you will raise a memorial of him back home, when you arrive there. 

Your tears are still running hot, but there’s a new fire under them that hadn’t been there before. There’s an anger you’ve never felt before. There’s a glint in your eyes that will not be satisfied.

You turn your head at the familiar sound of an incoming parachute, the contents of the container seem to be large, as there’s an entire box being lowered in. You watch it fall to the ground, in disbelief at the sheer size of it alone. It comes up to about your knees, and you wonder, what could Finnick have sent me?

You flick open the top, and immediately see the contents of the inside. Rope, lots and lots of rope. Several carabiners are included that could be used for rock climbing, but you know, and he knows, that’s not what you have in mind. 

You pick up the note, two little wet spots appearing from the tears in your eyes, and the rain from above. 

Show no Mercy… - F

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tags(open): @thepassionatereader @i-voluntears @secretsicanthideanymore @mystargirl-interlude @c4ttheart @lilibrn

[whumpy-wyrms]

Whump intro post!

hi whumpblr! i'm Jay (he/it/xe) and i've been lurking in the whump community for over a year now and finally decided to make my own whump blog! i plan start posting some of my writing and art soon. i've liked whump all my life, but didn't find the word or community since may 2022. i'm also interested in giant/tiny and might reblog or draw that stuff too (might make a side blog for g/t specifically, idk). i'm a minor (17) so there will never be any nsfw here.

(EDIT: i’m now an adult (my birthday is march 12) but there still won’t be any nsfw here, and i will tag anything related to gore/body horror. i also now have a g/t sideblog which is @tiny-wyrms!)

i have a whole whump series i've been planning for over a year and just finished writing the first chapter of (and posted a few chapters!!) Also, i hate unhappy endings so everything i write i will try to give a satisfying ending. i've never shown my writing or ocs to anyone before, so i'm super nervous but also excited! here's a little synopsis of what i have planned :P

The Last Lab Rat: Dew's relatively normal and boring life changed when he was kidnapped by a mad scientist named Anton, who planned to use Dew as his new human test subject for experiments. Dew, who is scared out of his mind, now has to try gaining his captor’s trust while he slowly plans his escape, all while enduring experiments that make him not quite human anymore.

There's also a whumpee-turned-caretaker, Max, who shows up later but i'm not gonna talk about them just yet to avoid spoilers :)

general content warnings for TLLR: lab whump, wing whump, eye whump, mind control, captivity, torture, experimentation, immortality, clones, ghosts, carewhumper, transgender whumpee

also there's a little doodle of Dew i made :))

here’s some of my favorite whump blogs: @whumpsday @jordanstrophe @avvail-whumps @whumpwillow @painsandconfusion @suspicious-whumping-egg @oddsconvert @shywhumpauthor @wolfeyedwitch @whump-me-all-night-long

favorite tropes: carewhumpers (whumpers who caretake)!! fear, begging, manhandling, kidnapping, captivity, drugging, restraints, gags, mind control, nonhuman characters (alien, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, fae etc.), whumper turned caretaker, sadistic whumpers, defiant whumpees, fearfully compliantwhumpees, immoral characters, lab whump, tiny whump, sci-fi and fantasy whump, nightmares, hurt/comfort, happy endings, curruption and redemption arcs, gore, cannibalism, pet whump

dislikes/meh (things i probably won't write or read about, but there can always be exceptions) (aka things that usually don’t give me whumperflies): made to watch/hurt, broken/conditioned whumpees, conditioning, dehumanization, major character deaths, religious whump, stoic whumpees, unhappy endings, sickfics, hurt/no comfort, female whumpees or whumpers, BBU, institutionalized pet whump or slavery, whump without whumpers, parental/family member whumpers or caretakers

squicks (things i will never interact with): extreme animal abuse or child abuse, pregnancy whump, forced infantilization, bigoted characters (transphobic or ableist whumpers specifically), explicit nsfw whump/noncon/dubcon (i’m fine with reading it if it’s just mentioned or not described in detail), anything in my dni

really excited to finally start being part of the community! :D

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Random Headcannons (Because why not?)

Read the recent chapter recently and I am excited about the King of Soul's entrance (if ever)

Daniel watches anime since he thinks it's more entertaining than dramas. At some point he also wanted to become a manga artist but quickly gave up on it. His favorite is probably the classics (Naruto, One Piece, One Punch Man, DBZ, and he also likes the recent ones.)

Zack and Johan used to watch WWE matches together while Mira scolds them that they scream too loud when they're watching Royal Rumble lmao.

Undertaker was Johan's favorite WWE wrestler but thinking about it makes Johan embarrassed since he doesn't want to be seen as an edge lord or "emo or a goth" lol. Zack Lee's favorites are probably Edge, Brock Lesnar, and Randy Orton (idk I watch a little bit of WWE in my free time don't blame me).

Since Jay lived mostly alone in his apartment for who knows how long, he was thought by his butler to cook his own food since he doesn't really want to depend on them fully and make them exhausted. (Plus he's mostly bored, so why not cook and bake?) He almost burned his apartment once trying to fry an egg at first.

Hudson might not admit it but he also binges anime like Daniel. He believes that Makima sucks and the ones who defends her are simps (I mean she's a well written antagonist but her personality is a no).

Goo Kim = Cat Girl/ Cat Boy enthusiast (likes wearing low-budgeted cosplays A LOT for his own entertainment).

Goo Kim had stolen Gun's credit cards for his own shopping spree. Not once, not twice, but MANY TIMES.

Samuel might not admit it but he actually likes Jake and Big Deal. He just keeps denying it because of his ego issues.

Jerry had once owned a winter dwarf pet hamster. He properly took care for it for like 2 years and named her Bisky. But since hamsters have short lifespans, it died later on and he cried and didn't sleep well the following days since he missed her deeply. The shrine of it is still staying still on his backyard and he mostly replaces the flowers everyday or i he's not busy to pay tribute to her.

Daniel wanted to learn how to play the guitar or a ukulele but since his mom was struggling with their budget he cannot ask her to buy him one.

Jay can play drums (and teaches Daniel when having sleep overs!)

Mary can play bass and a little bit of guitar. And she secretly listens to rock, metal, and the alternative style of music since she doesn't want to be teased as emo by Vin the asshole lmao.

Avril Lavigne is the reason why Mary dyed her hair blonde you can't change my mind (not forcing you but listen to her music IT'S SO GOOD). She would like to have a friend (if not a girl friend not a girlfriend) who shares the same music taste with her to start a band.

Zack and Vin Jin used to bully kids on Roblox to boost their ego (Zack stopped because of his character development but probably Vin still does it lol).

Younger Kouji had once ate lots of candies and sweets to be "smart like L" from Death Note but almost got diabetes.

Gun and DG wears lip balms to keep their lips plump and smooth. DG had once teased Gun about being a model while Gun just smirks about it.

Mira SECRETLY LIKES Ayesha Erotica's music because of the edits on TikTok but since it's mostly explicit she's refraining to add her compositions on her Spotify playlists.

Since Vasco is mostly hardworking, there are times that he passes the exams (with the help of Jace and other Burn Knuckle members). But he just cannot push himself more to pass the Mathematics exams.

Eli had once tried to kiss Warren after their fight because of his innocence and curiosity before all the Hostel Drama. (I personally don't ship them but I just feel like it's something past Eli would do). They both cringe when they both remember it.

Doo Lee was once a Twitter influencer but because of his past dramas he was cancelled in social media.

Jibeom accidentally smashed Jihan's face when they were little when they are trying to imitate WWE stunts. Jichang was surprised to see his little brother's teeth getting cracked and falling off and he just didn't cried (it was Jibeom who shed tears because of guilt lol).

Crystal is a big fan of "vintage-core" or everything around the older eras because she believes that it doesn't only represents the beauty and evolution of human pop-culture but it also represents history. She always won on auctions to buy antique stuff and mostly donate it on museums to preserve it's structure while she kept some on her room. She almost got canceled by bidding on an authentic Marilyn Monroe's lipstick but she later on posted on Twitter that she donated it on a museum (which is not a fake news).

Gun doesn't eat too much fast-food products because he believes it's unhealthy and has chemicals to make the customers' crave for more (Goo teases him about this by dramatically eating an order of a large McDonald's French Fries in front of his annoyed face).

Ryuhei never kissed a woman in his life because of his nervousness. He secretly was weirded out by it so he lies that he had slept with many women to not be bullied by other people.

Vasco doesn't know how to properly wear a watch and a belt (ngl same I'm that stupid). He also doesn't know how to tie his shoe lace.

Jace prefers dark-chocolate rather than milk or white chocolate. Because he believes that since it has more cocoa content it can boost more of his energy and sharpen his mind and focus especially when taking his exams and quizzes.

Sally's favorite color was purple as she planned to dye her hair with her color of choice with a mix of indigo. But since she's afraid that it won't suit her, she changed her plans and went on to dye her hair with strawberry pink. She didn't expected it to look magnificent on her since Warren complimented her, so after that her favorite color was switched to baby or strawberry pink.

Mitsuki thinks that K-Pop music is cringe but she secretly has BTS, Twice, and Blackpink on her Spotify playlists. Ryuhei found out about this and she was pissed off up until this day lol.

Doo Lee once had a girlfriend who uses him for the money. She later on cheated with a new "handsome and charming" guy and when Doo found out he was FURIOUS. He later on was captured on camera beating the dude and when people found out he was canceled again on social media (pretty privileges never ends). He later on begged Daniel and Duke to make an apology video for him which looks so weird and scripted since Doo was pushing them. But luckily the drama heated down.

Magami Kenta's favorite vape flavors are watermelon, strawberry, and coffee.

Joy is very talented and skilled with nail art and she sells her products in a decent price even if it's REALLY DETAILED and well-crafted.

Sinu Han is a COMIC BOY FAN. Whether it's DC Comics, Marvel Comics, or even manga he's going to buy it. He later on posted on Twitter about how Gojo shouldn't have died since he relates to him so much (he was later on bullied by Samuel that he sounds like a weeb lmao).

[charmspoint]

Full Foreword

(Context: I wrote a long foreword for dance with the devil but AO3 nerfed me so I'm posting it here :3)

On 30th of June 2021 I published Rabid Dreams, Neon Lights and Your Teeth on My Tongue. It was supposed to be a one shot for an exchange, one that I at first struggled to write, before suddenly managing to find my stride. And what I wrote ended up capturing my imagination so intensely and viciously that on the night I posted it, I started planning the first prequel.

It’s now 14th of June 2024.

Three years later and we are finally here.

In many ways, this fic is my child. I truly think it’s some of the best writing I’ve ever done and certainly the best, most in depth character study I’ve ever done. This fic technically has two iterations, because when I first started writing it, it was supposed to be a 10k oneshot...then a 20k oneshot...then a 70k oneshot. Faced with such a big number, I couldn’t in my right mind post it all together and expect people to read 70k incessant words of a deep au (without a ship dynamic!) so I set to separating it into chapters. To separate it into chapters each previous section of the oneshot had to be rounded into a story that could stand as a chapter, and then of course there were some things I ended up not liking about certain arcs so I changed them, expanded them, shifted the character roles around, gave certain characters more screen time and more impact and well...you can expect to read about 101k words once this fic is fully finished. Just of this. Just of the prequel from Satoru’s POV. It’s hands down the biggest thing I’ve ever written and the big word count is one of the reasons this took so long. The other reason is that I wanted to have a weekly posting schedule. Currently, all chapters save from last two have been fully written, beta read and edited. I’m confident I can give you a regular posting schedule every Friday around this time.

Now for some dedications.

Firstly, this fic is dedicated to Sesshom0ru, who originated the initial prompt that fired off the oneshot and then this fic right after it. Thank you for patiently waiting for the prequel that was promised to you three years ago lmao!

Secondly, this fic is dedicated to Frappe. I met Frappe when she did art for CotA and we became very good friends, so much so that she was quickly wrapped up into the production of this fic. Frappe was going to draw the cover for this fic as well as spot art for each chapter. We were both very excited about it and talked about it constantly and some of that art, especially the cover which is completely stunning, does exist. But unfortunately, Frappe fell out of contact almost two years ago. I don’t know what happened to her but I hope it’s nothing bad. I hope life was just life and she got carried away with it, I still hope I see her discord avatar pop up in my dms again. Out of respect for Frappe I won’t be posting any of the art she had made for the fic, but this fic is still dedicated to her and I hope that one day she still gets to read it. This is for you Frappe, thank you for loving my boys as much as I did <3.

Thirdly, and most importantly, this fic is dedicated to Ker, my beta reader. If there are readers here who had read multiple of my fics, they are probably familiar with Ker’s name. Ker beta reads most of my big projects and most of the little ones that I think are really good. The reason you might have been seeing less of their name pop up in current projects is because I had them sat and beta reading 18 chapters for this crazy fic. And they did such a wonderful job with it too. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better beta reader if I tried, couldn’t find one if I searched the whole internet for them. Ker brings such incredible love and attention to detail to beta reading and editing my fics. I’ve had a fair number of people edit my fics, but only Ker does it with such care and attentiveness. I often say, me and Ker, we are coparents of this fic. It’s theirs as much as it’s mine. They not only beta read it, but also listened to my endless rants about it, encouraged me when I had doubts and cheered me on when I did something well. They don’t just point out grammar mistakes, they carefully go through the chapter and point out where things don’t flow well, when scenes should be expanded, when things should be better explained. They also react with a lot of baby emojis to Satoru’s antics. I have taken to referring to Satoru as Ker’s son whenever he’s doing something stupid. I cannot overstate how much Ker does and has done for this fic. They truly, honestly make me a better writer, not content with just correcting my grammar and then patting my back, but constantly challenging me to do better, to develop more, to surprise them again. I cannot overstate how important Ker is to my writing process and to me personally. This is why this might sound like someone endlessly gushing about their spouse, lmao. But they do deserve it. They stuck with my crazy, violent little story from beginning to the end and are already at the next starting line, eager for more. Ker is the best beta reader I could ask for, my loudest cheerleader and my most beloved. Thank you darling, for being you, you’re irreplaceable to me <3

It might seem silly to have such a long starting note on a silly little gang au fic of a manga that has almost run its course. But this fic took three years to make. A lot of love was put into it, a lot of energy and effort. I hope you all enjoy it and love it as much I do.

[tokkias]

Natsu Dragneel didn’t read. It wasn’t that he couldn’t (though perhaps Gray might try to convince one otherwise), but rather that he just didn’t understand the appeal. He could probably count the number of novels he’d read in his life on one hand, because he always seemed to lose interest within the first few pages.

On the other hand, Lucy would often wax poetic about the way that an author could use their words to construct a narrative that could grip your soul, shake you to your very core, tear you apart piece by piece, and put you back together. In her eyes, a good book could be a well and truly life-changing experience.

Natsu, of course, would quietly disagree.

That was, until, Lucy became an author herself. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that Lucy could do anything she committed herself to, and if that happened to be proving his views on words wrong, then so be it.

After the release of her novel, Lucy didn’t stop smiling for a whole week; nothing was able to bring her down from the high of being a real, genuine published author. Natsu couldn’t help but smile along with her because he was just so damn proud of how far she had come.

Although she knew his opinions on reading, Lucy had gifted him the very first copy, a way of thanking him for all he had done for her over the years. It was first edition, hardcover, whatever that meant, but it seemed important to Lucy, so he kept it on his shelf, among various other knick-knacks. He always claimed he would get around to it, but Lucy knew better. She knew not to take offence to it; it simply wasn’t something he could help.

Lucy had been out on a solo mission the past week, leaving him to sulk alone in his house, not bothering to make his way over to the guild when Happy left (because it was boring without her anyway). Though it had turned out that it was just as boring home alone.

He was on his third—maybe fourth—lap around the house, stepping over dirty laundry that he swore he’d get to later, and examining random objects that had been subject to his hoarding habit. Natsu ran a finger over the surface of the shelf, leaving a line in the layer of dust that had collected there since the last time he (well, Lucy) had cleaned. It stopped just short of the single book that adorned it. His gaze fell upon it, leading to a moment of consideration.

Sure, what the hell.

Taking the book from its dedicated space on the shelf, Natsu threw himself down on the couch and let it fall open in his lap. He flicked through the pages, trying to find the opening lines, but his eyes were caught by a flash of text that sat comfortably before the page reading Chapter One.

A dedication to everyone in my life who made this book possible

To my dearly departed parents, for instilling in me my love for writing and magic, for always believing in me, and for allowing me to become the person I am today.

To my guildmates: thank you for welcoming me into your family with open arms, supporting me unconditionally, and inspiring this very novel.

And most importantly, to my partner and my best friend, for dragging me into our seemingly never-ending adventure, for making me smile, even in my darkest hours, and for allowing me to experience a life beyond even my wildest imagination.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever at your side.

She had never told him about this part of the book. It felt like he had uncovered a gift, a secret for him to find, should he ever choose to seek it out. Reading it over, again and again, made his heart skip a beat in his excitement, a grin creeping its way onto his face.

Yeah, okay.

Maybe Lucy really was right about words.

[rubiajieun]

🥀Silver Twin Theory🌟

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Spoiler for Chapter 7 and Twst JP and spoiler's in general proceed with caution

-few notes I want to go threw

-the first things first you do not have to agree with this Theory nor do you have to like it if you don't like it or you just don't agree then that's just your opinion and your feelings I will respect that I will not tolerate any rudeness just because you don't like it

-second this was just me purely out of my brain rioting this was mostly done because I felt like it and because I liked it

-Third just enjoy, This really isn't hurting anyone I've already seen people on Twitter give me shit just because the don't like it

Ps I may or may not have added something because either I thought that they were either unimportant or did I just forgot so I might edit this later

Without further due let's get into it

So for starters we already are fully aware that this Silver's backstory is actually full of mystery so with that in mind I will start with what Silver and What Silver or Lilia have said about him, his childhood and origins

-Silver's Version-

Most of the information we have gotten on Silver and his childhood life was mostly either based on him saying it himself or lilia

Mostly what we have gotten from Silver from his childhood was that Lilia told him that he was in abandoned orphan and that he took him in when he was younger and basically raised him in an abandoned cottage

From that pretty much silver grew up (mostly implied) that he was raised and isolation despite coming from Briar valley

And that he pretty much never left his home unless to go to the forest or anything

And as far as what has been revealed is that instead of silver mostly going it was people instead of coming over to Silver's home by that would be Malleus, Sebek and His family

Other then that it seemed Silver never really got to talk to people outside of Lilia's personal circle

Silver also explains that in some parts of his childhood he was actually alone while Lilia would go traveling

He also mentions that Lilia always taught him to be like a prince to be kind to people and that fighting is never an answer

She also mentioned that on a special day when he found out that he wasn't Lilia's actual son that he ran away from home and Lilia went looking for him and I pretty much showed him just how much devastated silver was to find that out that he wasn't even the person that he believed was his parents child

-Lilia's Version-

Lilia's version of pretty much how raising silver was it's pretty much the same as just silver himself but other than that here's something I want to say and I want people to think about it real good

Obviously silver told us that Lilia raised him and all the things that he was told about himself that he was an orphan that he was abandoned yada yada yada that he was raised by Lilia himself

But here's the thing I want people to think about that is what silver was told by Lilia that's what Lilia told silver but for all you know that could be a lie he could be lying to him about his true origins either for the sake of protecting him for the sake of a mission

And for people who are about to say oh no there's no way Lilia would do that to Silver he loves silver as his own son oh please you act like he probably at the beginning it wasn't a mission and that he later on how to change of heart because he grew to love Silver

So again I'm going to repeat what I just said from the beginning this is what Lilia told silver what he told him for all we know it could have been a lie or maybe there is some truth and then maybe there is some lies into it

And then here is what I'm also going to say even though Lilia and may love silver now remember that Lilia wants hated humans or seem to dislike them in a sort of way so for all we know that could have literally baby crib snatched him from his family as an act of Revenge for what's potentially happening in chapter 7 AKA what happened in the past

-Twin Theory-

Again I mentioned above that there is some things I'm probably not going to mention because I'm either saving them up for a different post or I plan to add them on later when I can word them better

My theory starts with the small fact that obviously silver seems to instead of just being based on the sword itself that he is a mixture of Aurora ,The sword and the spinning wheel

And basically just been hinted since like the very beginning that he may be a prince

So let's just say this is actually true he is royalty and something did happen to get him to be where he was today

So here's something I'm going to mention if you guys remember in the Original sleeping Beauty by that I mean like the original original book you will know that Aurora ended up having twins in her sleep whom she named Sol and Luna translation is Sun and Moon

So then let's just imagine this what if if silver had a twin silver would be the moon because obviously his hair and his Aurora eyes while the other twin would be the sun blonde hair like Aurora

Which could lead Silver to find or meet his birth family?

I love this thought because it could have either been possibly an older sibling or an actual twin before he was taken

And this is actually very good potential for Angst and more info on chapter 7

So if twins but not identical twins but like Aurora twins

Sol/Sun= Silver's Twin, Blonde or Brown(like the sun) hair with the same eyes as Silver and is based off Princess Aurora

Luna/Moon= Silver, Silver hair(like the moon) and Aurora eyes and is based off Briar Rose

And he was probably the younger twin or maybe the older twin I mean if the reason they took him it might be because he was older twin and maybe he was the heir to the throne and then that also makes me to believe because he has so many similarities to her that when I was Researching to make more theories I remembered that on the original Aurora had twins and she names them basically Sun and Moon so I thought what if silver had a twin and that's why they both have these aspects and instead of being Aurora he's actually Briar Rose and his other brother is Princess Aurora

maybe that's what he couldn't go and maybe every time he tried to approach silver Lilia was somehow like distract him or take them away so that he couldn't actually approach him I feel like it it's a bit farfetch but let's be real about it he was a guard for the Royal family of Malleus potentially the enemy of Silver's Family

then I also had a thought that what if this brother silver does know that he was taken when he was young and maybe he does know that he goes to night Raven college but because you know how they you're not allowed on campus unless we're special events and stuff? Yea maybe he tried or maybe his parents saw him as VDC on TV or something and wanted to see whether or not the child that looks exactly like the child they lost is Silver

And maybe they talked to Crowley to get to meet him and maybe that's one of the reason's why Lilia was leaving other then losing his magic (talk about that in a different post once made)

Maybe He thought it was time to let go or he didn't want to be found out the man that "stole/kidnapped" the lost prince of another kingdom

Also a good friend brought this up (@windblume-wishes )

You can read here!

And that's it for now if I decide to re-edit!

[fazedlight]

20 Questions More

A deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks @eqt-95 and @inkedroplets for the tag!!

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?

Daydreaming. Writing fanfic is secondary to that. It was only in the past couple of years that it occurred to me that I could write some of it down and see what happens.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

@searidings is my absolute favorite, the way she unravels the characters' emotions and angst is absolutely superb.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

Ohhh I really love this question:

Cat in Inauthentic, as well as this ficlet and this one. I love her sense of humor.

Lillian in Darkness in All Things. For the same reason as Cat, I just love her snark.

Zor-El in Even Though You're Kryptonian. He kind of surprised me when I started writing him, and to this day I don't know if some of his lines are driven by genuine confusion or if he's just trolling.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

I'm a never-say-never kind of person. There's a lot that I don't think I would ever write, but I've been surprised on where stories have taken me before, and may be surprised again.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

"Process" might be an overstatement...

I have a "scribbles" doc where I keep my ideas. I cull ideas often (though ideas often make their way back anyway). As I write more into the doc, a certain idea may get too big for it, so I spin it out into its own doc.

From there, I kind of go back and forward between outlining and writing. I write completely out of order. Which is why, so often, my multichaps are almost fully drafted by the time I publish chapter 1. I've usually already made it to the resolution point of the plot (meaning, no one's in danger anymore, the bad guy is gone, etc), though the final chapter often doesn't get written until later.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

I love when I've finished the first pass of a chapter/one-shot, and I'm in the editing stage. The story really feels like it's coming together at that point, and it's before all the self-doubt starts bubbling up (that hits hard just before posting).

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

A friend of mine is a professor in astroparticle physics, so I spent a couple of hours asking him about quantum mechanics stuff. But only a small portion of that ended up being relevant to the fic and the rest was just for fun.

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

When I'm first sketching out a scene, about half the time I write in present tense (it feels more like I'm writing a play at that point sometimes), but I publish in past tense. So I end up needing to do a bunch of revisions 😭

Also TYPOS.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

Fight scenes are ROUGH, man.

This is probably one of those answers I'll change every time depending what's at the top of my mind. But writing out a fight scene - like in Even Though You're Kryptonian, Darkness in All Things, or It's a Metallo Life - gets surprisingly difficult if there are more than 2 people.

I know exactly how I'd shoot those scenes if I had a camera crew, special effects, etc. But it's hard making sure the audience is aware of where everyone is positioned, why they can/can't act in the moment, etc.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

All the fucking time, man. From the very beginning, even. I was trying to have Lena still be angry by the DEO scene in So I Kept Pretending, but that didn't make sense anymore.

I actually recently had a fic idea dissolve because it wasn't vibing with the characters. Which is fine, it became a ficlet instead!

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Absolutely Kara. I have so many questions about kryptonian culture and how it drives her character.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Trope-wise, I definitely return to the Rift again and again. I find themes around forgiveness and understanding to be really interesting. Can two good-hearted people with conflicting needs hurt each other while still loving each other? How? What does that mean for the aftermath?

I think that's part of what draws me to supercorp - the complexity of their relationship. How they can both be right, and both be wrong, and love each other enough to rebuild from the ashes.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

Coffeeshops and libraries. Getting into slightly busy, cozy environments, out of the house, really helps shake loose the stuff in my head.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

Especially for longer works, I tend to put the work down (and circle to other works, or go outside, or whatever) before coming back to it. It helps to step away for a bit - it's easier to pick up on repetitiveness or unclear passages when coming back.

Though I always find mistakes in my stories much later, so I'm not sure I'm one to give advice on this anyway 🤣

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Posting anxiety is the absolute worst. If I leave myself in front of my computer I'll end up refreshing constantly waiting for the first kudos (if it's a one-shot or first chapter) or the first comment (if it's a later chapter) to figure out if I've accidentally pissed off everyone in the fandom somehow.

Luckily, my partner will usually pull me away to go on a walk or grab lunch or do something else to take my mind off it 💗

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I only publish what I like. Sometimes I'm nervous that other people won't like it, but I will always like it. Stories that aren't going a way I like - even if I think the idea is cool! - will dissolve. Just recently I dissolved one that felt like it was a cool idea, but it didn't make enough sense for the characters.

Kudos and comments always make me feel appreciated as an author!! Sometimes I'll get a user subscriber out of it, too, and it feels like an honor that someone would want to hear from me more than once.

The thing that feels most precious, though, is when someone comments on how something made them feel (I love making people laugh at my dumb jokes, or cry when a story is supposed to hit emotionally), or when they pick up on something that I wasn't sure would get picked up on.

I tend to lean towards understatement in my stories. For me, the biggest success is knowing that someone recognized what I was going for, without me being overt.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?

Alas, I don't. But given that Kara is canonically a Britney Spears fan and musicals nerd, I feel like my default playlist works 🤣

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Oh gosh, I don't want to pick someone and create pressure, or not pick someone and make them feel bad. This fandom has so many great artists!

That said, some of my favorites do commissions, you can see everything I've commission here.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

1 supercorp & 1 rojarias (for @supergirlmayhem)

For me, 2-3 is my happy number, so I'm relieved to be down to this after being so high (I think up to 11?) for so long.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

If you're wondering why you can't find that story you want, it might mean that you're the one to write it 💗

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Tagging (respectfully and without pressure) @rustingcat @luthordamnvers @sssammich @tinyvariations @thatonebirdwrites @theredcapeofk @sideguitars @luthordamnvers @mycatismyeditor @inkedroplets @nottawriter @snowydragonscave @jetgirl1832 if you want some rapid-fire q's thrown your way. But also anyone who'd like to do this!

[uroboros-if]

Hi! I've played the demo and it is lovely! You are very good at building an atmosphere and the all the visual aesthetic around the blog is so pretty <3

I wanted to ask, with preface that your story is yours and you shouldn't ever feel obligated to cater to anyone - given some of the more jealous/bitter dialogue options in the demo, will there be an option to play a somewhat evil/grey MC? As in, a MC who is actively power hungry and seeks to become more powerful at the expanse of other gods

Edit: this is going to be an extensive post, which I might reblog with some additions, so I'm putting this under a read more. I'll be answering each Anon separately, and then outline my plan of action!

First Anon

Thank you so much!! 💕

I definitely agree that I have been too tame as far as the choices in the demo! I do think MC has the capacity to have gray morals/be somewhat "evil" because of everything, so I think I should be able to give them an option to take that route! They may have developed an inferiority complex that makes them obsessed with wanting to obtain more power.

The reason I might have been tame as far as the choices is fear of derailing the story or changing the message/concept drastically. I'll have to think and plan it out better for it, as I don't want to make the content of those MCs extremely disproportionate to non-"evil" MCs. I don't want people to lose out on content, which might happen if they're very hostile.

Second Anon

Again, I am so sorry if you feel railroaded into having a certain personality. Please let me know how you want to be unfriendlier to Salvatore/your parents. They'll remain friendly to you in Chapter 1, but you don't have to return their feelings. I just can't call to mind too many places to be unfriendly to them that wouldn't be out of the blue, so I appreciate any help!! 🙏

What I'm afraid would happen is that you might have to avoid talking to them entirely during the Ceremony, which would be missing out on a lot of content. Do you just want more bitter/unfriendly options, not necessarily to dislike/hate them? I understand some MCs may just have an unfriendly personality. I can also give an option to have a strained relationship with your parents, so you can still talk to them but have more stilted interactions with them. If you truly dislike them, though, then you'll still have hostile options, you'll just have to avoid them during the Ceremony (Wouldn't make sense to talk to them if you do).

As for Ciocana, my friend commented that there may not be a sufficient response to being angry at them. I'll take your suggestion and include some angrier options, especially for touch-averse MCs! (Ciocana will probably apologize to you in a later chapter.)

My Compromise

What I can do going forward is roll out updates for non-morally grey/non-hostile MCs first. MCs can still be bitter or somewhat unfriendly, but not actually hateful or unfriendly to the point of losing out on content. Then I'll go in and make another update to that chapter to include alternative content and choices for MCs who want to be angrier/hostile.

So perhaps for my next update, I'll roll out new content for Chapter 1 including some harsher choices! I still want the story to converge at some point as it's only the first chapter (setting up the story), but there may be new interactions or scenes for hostile MCs.

Please let me know if this sounds good for you, or if you have any other suggestions to do this better! It may take more time to have Chapter 2, but there are great merits to further developing Chapter 1!

Send me an ask, reblog this, or comment with any feedback as far as options you want for a hostile MC. I'll still avoid being extremely mean just for the sake of it, but I understand MCs who are pretty bitter to other characters by default, MCs who are power-hungry, or like in Ciocana's case, MCs who are justifiably angry in a specific situation!

[theneverfadinglands]

Early Draft of Chapter ??

The Dance Of The Torrid Air

[Well, I am posting my WIP snippet. Keep in mind I might change some descriptions later, although I am fairly pleased with it already. I think I won't change much about it, so I decided to post it because it is lying there for a long time. This part of the story is set in the desert Erumorna, Maglor sees a caravan of Sauron's slavers, cooks lizards and sings laments in the sandstorm.]

[EDIT: Well it was needed to rework the timeline, this is probably a snipped of some chapter but a much later one!]

The air was hot, but the black sand was hotter. Maglor was lying on his stomach, hiding behind a dune, with two fresh corpses of lizards beside him. A caravan of slavers was marching through a valley between dunes with their newest catch. The cracking of whips tore through the heavy air, urging the slaves to move faster.

Maglor stayed to watch them, for the people were different from the Men of Harad. Their clothing, tailored and made of blue fabrics, was now dirty and worn out after the long march north. Both women and men alike were clad in jewelry made of bones, though some women wore long veils of beads covering their faces. They wore no shoes to protect from the blistering heat of the sand. No children were with them; the slavers did not spare children, leaving them to die of thirst in the desert.

He switched his attention to the goods the caravan was transporting. The camels, with black and dark brown coats, carried the trophies of big-game hunts, bodily remains of animals Maglor had last seen long ago in Aman: skins of golden fur with small black dots, black and white striped hides, and tusks of ivory. A trade expedition then, not a military one. These goods would be sold at the Havens of Umbar. However, the people from far lands would work for the war machinery of Sauron in forges deep underground, under the whips of their masters.

Maglor knew Erumorna was not kind to anyone, neither Men nor Elves or children, but even She hated the servants of the Enemy. A storm was stirring in the South; soon the black sand would cover their traces, and Maglor hoped it would devour them all, burying their bodies under a dark blanket and lulling them into eternal sleep. It would be a kinder fate.

As the caravan passed and was lost between the dunes, Maglor left his hideout. Elvish legs carried him lightly across the sandy waves, not leaving any traces of his presence, swiftly breaching the narrow valley. The wind, stirring the sand in clouds, was suffocating him. He covered his face with a bright red shawl and walked faster. After a while, he reached his destination: a narrow slit between two rocks, leading into a small cave.

Erumorna has two faces: one of immense heat during the day and the cold of night, and the other hidden deep underground in the lava caves stretched across the sea of dunes. It wasn't safe to travel freely in the caves, not now when the Enemy had risen again to power. Creatures of darkness slowly subjugated the most important paths, driving men and elves alike out of their underground realms.

The cave was lit with shining stones in which Maglor had trapped sunlight. The ceiling was too low for him to stand up comfortably. He crawled to the Watercatcher, a simple device used to collect water from the air. He drank a little bit before he moved to skin the lizards. In the long years, he had learned how to skin the quarry single-handedly. Maglor thought that his brother Celegorm would regard the lizards as poor game. But Celegorm was long dead, along with all his other brothers and father.

He raised his voice and called for fire as he had been taught many years ago by Aulë, when the world was fair. Cooking dinner with a simple song, just like many nights before. Maglor was lucky he was a Noldo, for dehydration and starvation would have long forced a Man to receive the Gift of Eru prematurely. A hardy folk were the elves, surviving only on little. The older they were, the lesser the needs of their bodies. Maglor again and again wondered why he had decided to go on this adventure. Although it had not been his brightest idea, it was far from the worst one either.

The wind and sand were singing in symphony like long-lost lovers, weeping outside the cave. Maglor wrapped himself in a thick blanket and raised his own voice to join the music of Manwë and Erumorna. Strumming a simple melody on a kalimba, which he had traded with the Kinn-lai, he sang. There, in the raging storm, nobody could hear him. He sang a song of distant shores, summoning from memory the white sands of Alqualondë reddened with blood. He sang a lament for Celegorm, a song of forests and beasts, hunts passing. A long night was awaiting.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover: Megamilla, RoboFizzxSari & Zestial x Eclipsa (2024)

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[Note: please make sure to click on the drawing to get a better view of it...

I plan to use this as a Cover for Chapter 11 of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" over Quotev, not sure if the whole Eclipsa x Zestial would really be a big thing, but Eclipsa x Globgor will always be the true OTP. I do plan to have Megamilla become a part of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" at some point, also the story is for Mature Audiences only, maybe around 18+ and well the story might not be 100% perfect and there might be some bad grammar but I don't mind not many end up checking it out and I can just appreciate that it has a few who like it so far. so anyway I can use this drawing for here and for over there, so please do NOT reblog this without my permission.]

[Edit Note On June 1, 2024: I forgot to color a part of Carmilla's outfit and I had to fix that at around May, and I did fix it but then I rememered just now, I needed to fix the part that had to with one of Sari's arms that Robo-Fizz is holding the hand of, so had to edit that a bit too, but it is still the same...anyway had to replace the old version that I didn't know I had forgot to color part of Carmilla's outift, and forgot to put a certan part to one of Sari's arms...but it's fixed now...so that's good.]

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Star Vs The Forces Of Evil goes to Daron Nefcy

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even if Robo-Fizz is seems to be smitten like a kitten for Sari, they could just end up being just friends, the appearance that Sari has in this drawing is suppose to be how she is going to look in "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" and her eyes go from blue to purple.

if I don't end up finishing and posting Chapter 11 on May, I can try to do so next month which will be June.

and if Eclipsa weren't married to Globgor, she could probably go for Zestial...she does have a type, so she could probably go for both Monsters and Demons, maybe even Charlie's Dad for all we know. guess I was being a bit weird with having Eclipsa x Zestial in there, but Eclipsa x Globgor will always be the One True Pairing, and it's okay that not everyone would be into Zestial being ship with Eclipsa Butterfly.

at the moment Sari is 23 years old in the story, but at some point she will have her 24th birthday.

Sari wasn't originally going to be the Main Character and Heroine of the story, and it wasn't originally going to have Transformers added to it, but some ideas started to change a bit, and the original Main Character and Heroine of the story, is now a Faux-Heroine that appears first before the true heroine appears.

I do have a idea of another drawing I want to do that has to do with the older version of Sari in this drawing, but I'll wait until maybe later to work on it because it also has to do with a poll idea I have but I wont say what it is right now...not until after I work on and finish the drawing that will have to do with the poll idea and Sari Sumdac.

anyway once again this drawing will be a Cover for the future chapter of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" which once again is for Mature Audiences Only and some scenes may be a bit 18+ even if it might not be 100% perfect...

if I'm not able to get around to posting Chapter 11 over at Quotev around this month, I will try to do so next month. it might be okay if I take my time with it...

[panics-side-blog]

New cycle

Part:1 (??)

Small edit: decide to update the story once a month about mid-end of the month to be exact. Maybe i will sprinkle 2 chapters per month as a treat if i feel like it :)

I really really tried to not do a fanfic because I'm terrible at finishing shit i started. But damn bro i want some slow burn-ish comfort-ish fanfic where reader is autistic coded and them pulling a bad bitch (Soundwave and maybe shockwave) by being autistic.

Bc like, there are no fics i found who have an autistic coded reader?? And that's a fucking crime. Especially when their with the king of autism,Soundwave, who clearly got some sort of Cybertronian Version of it. /hj

This story is probably going to be darker. Dealing with mental health issues and unhealthy obsession(??). Maybe gonna have some smut later on but idk

I will try to not make the reader x Soundwave Stockholm syndrome-y because i want a happy consensual relationship. I still try to figure out how i will make it from here to there but, eh we will see, i have a plan just don't know how to execute it right.

I procrastinate a lot so i don't even know how far I will go. No promises!

Also like i am really insecure about my writing because i know i tend to write sloppy sentences that derail a lot but i hope you all still can enjoy it :))

reader is gender neutral ❤️ (and human)

Tw for this chapter: clear signs of mental health issues, trauma flashback, mention of puke and eating disorder (not related) Panic attack/ autistic meltdown and blacking out.

Also English is not my first language so please keep it in mind. Thank you :))

Today was the day you told yourself, "Today I will go outside," you said, yet you have been standing in front of the door of the hallway for almost two hours. Your shoes and socks feel like they have creeped into your skin, the t-shirt you wore feels itchy and heavy, and your hair that slipped into your collar makes you almost lose your mind.

The sun that shone inside your dark room was slowly going down, a slight red and pink already weaving itself into the sky. But there were still a lot of people outside; you could hear them talking even though your windows were sealed shut.

Everything around you appears to be too much: the way you can hear your own pulse in your ears; the way your bones feel inside your gross, soft, meaty body;the lingering smell of the food you cooked two days ago; and your eyes strained from the light.

You felt like crying. Yet again, you didn't go outside. Yet again, your fear  whatever imaginary threat might be waiting for you in the overstimulation of the outer world. It was just too much for you, to the point that the thought alone almost made you have a meltdown.

But you promised yourself to go outside, at least to the ice cream shop a few blocks away. You heard the ice cream they had was really good, so you wanted to take a look. It's not that far away, you think to yourself, about a 15-minute walk. But these few minutes were still too much. Hell, that you even stood in front of the hallway door was a miracle all by itself. Hot tears begin to form and roll down your cheeks. How long have you been isolating yourself now? Almost a whole year, a whole year with barely any human interaction, a whole year you almost slept through, a whole year of nothing. Just your white fall and the music coming from your headphones. Your body, with its physical needs, feels at this point more like a burden than anything else.

It's not the first time this has happened, and it makes you feel like shit. You are wasting your life in your home, which has become more of a prison, but this prison is the only thing that feels somewhat safe. A place that makes you feel in control, where nothing changes without your permission. It's the only thing that gives you a tiny bit of comfort.

" It's alright, you're doing great! Don't be so hard on yourself! "

The voice of a past friend echoed inside your brain. But even those motivating words of affirmation they always spoke out didn't help you. You still feel like a failure. You don't have a job; you live off of your guardian's money and have lost all contact with the few friends you have. You didn't finish high school due to massive stress and mental health issues. Hell, you didn't even manage to make friends after losing your older one, or even talk to your neighbor next door once. They probably think you died here. It doesn't help that you leave the dirty dishes to soak for weeks because you don't have enough energy to clean them up. So it sometimes smells like a rat died in there.

What you would rather do is sleep some more. At least your dreams give you a beautiful world full of adventures where everything is right and you do not need to fear anything. where everything is perfect and you don't have to worry about a thing. Living in a small cottage somewhere far away but still close enough to your imaginary friends. With a pretty garden and colorful birds greeting you every morning, while big,strong,warm arms are wrapped protectively around you by your dream lover. But every time you wake up, you get an ugly reminder of how grey and full of disappointment your life is.

Another hour has passed, and the ice cream shop is most likely closed now. Only the small market that is a bit further away should still be open. They too got some good snacks, but honestly, even food can't motivate you anymore. You're so aware of how it feels on your tongue and slides down your throat that just thinking about it makes you gag. The presence of it already makes you feel ill and icky. You wish you didn't have to drink or eat, but you know it's not good.

Oh, you know so much, yet you do the exact opposite of what said knowledge actually tells you.

The sun has almost vanished at this point. Most people are inside, the street lights are on, and only the sounds of the few leaves that are still on the trees can be heard. You would go out now if you weren't terribly scared of the dark. But as your brain made you imagine how the cool winter night would taste on the tip of your tongue, you couldn't resist anymore. Especially with the way the snow makes this funny, crisp noise. Your hand takes the door handle and slowly moves it down. You take your first step and the cool air already strikes your face with such an intensity you haven't felt in ages.

It made you remember those days when you were a child and you ran around for hours making snow angels.

The steps under your feet made a satisfying crunching noise, and you had to control yourself to not flap your hands around in excitement. Carefully, you close the door and lock it. You look up as you walk further down the street, not having a destination, or rather forgetting it, the gorgeous night sky making you forget your worries. How clear it was and how bright the stars shone. And not a person around to ruin this moment. The sudden feeling of long-lost childhood memories crashing into your brain caused you to make tiny bunny hops, excitedly giggling.

A flashback at this moment in time was one of the last things you wanted right now, but yet, you zoned out.

Memories flooded your mind; some were pleasant, but others quickly turned bitter as they became contaminated with other things. Everything around you is barely existent anymore. You only have in front of your eyes how you cried out as a small child, freezing, calling out for your parents but nobody answering. Sniffling, rubbing your tiny red hands together in hopes of getting warm; clothes way too thin and soaking wet because you walked over some ice that couldn't hold your weight.

You were so deep in thought you didn't hear how an aircraft came dangerously close to you or how the rumbling of a semi truck came speeding towards your frozen form.

You got ripped out of your thoughts, which also happened to your body, as something grabbed you from the sidewalk. Everything happened so fast. Your brain  trying to process whatever just happened, coming back from whatever deep dark depths it stayed in.

Your vision is too blurry due to tears that formed without your realization.

You only hear loud screeching and rumbling from an engine. A deep voice that made your very core shake called out, but you couldn't make out what it said. Your wide eyes looked up to see what was holding you.

The tears were rubbed away by the sleeves to make it clearer. You couldn't believe what you saw; a man made out of metal who had a few body parts that reminded you of a heavy and big truck. And close to them was another humanoid machine with wings. It all looked like a bad action movie.

The loud crashing noises of metal trashing against each other hurt your brain; their echo lingers way too long for comfort. How do the people from your small town not get alerted by all the noise?

You heard another strange noise near by, and then a blue, much smaller mech joined in. They jump up high, kicking whatever live form that was in front of you on the head, knocking it down. It tried to stand back up, but the blue machine gave it a brutal beat down, scratching its purple paint clean off of its chest.

But the sudden fight stopped without warning.

The bigger one who held you is running away and making this strange noise you heard earlier. Everything around you began to shake, and you blacked out for a second. You wish you could remember exactly what happened, but the way you hit metal with your head was too strong. The holes filling your memory spread like a plague, and the longer you try to think about it, the more it vanishes, like some type of maggot devouring it like it's their last meal.

But you soon come fully into your senses. As you realized your surroundings didn't look familiar, you panicked, opening your mouth trying to scream, but nothing came out.

"Ti--ou-t,"

A voice called out, but your ears were still ringing loudly due to the collision earlier.

"What?" you whisper back to whatever voice was trying to free you from your fearful frenzy. As you move nervously around trying to open the door,

"Tiny-uman-ou-ar-ight,"

You look at the steering wheel in confusion. What is happening? This can't be real! Where does the voice come from? Oh, please let this be a bad dream! I knew I should've stayed inside!! The thought of just taking this magically moving steering wheel came to mind as the pulling on the door became more intense. But, you can't drive, so your cramped up fingers didn't even dare to touch it.

"Are you okay, tiny human?"

The voice, finally now clear, was deep and smooth, like thick honey. It would have been comforting in any other scenario.

You want to ask who is there and what they are, but your body fails you. After an awkward silence, the voice spoke again.

"You are probably very confused and scared. My apologies to humans. My name is Optimus Prime, and we "

"Optimus? I-,,, are-,,,is-? truck?"

You clumsily said,

"Indeed, as I wanted to explain, we saved you from an attack by the Desepticons. My partner Arcee is still fighting off their Vehicon in order for us to escape safely. "

You just looked in disbelief at the speaking machine. At least, that's what you believe based on Optimus' reaction.

"I'm deeply sorry for this situation, but I can assure you that you are safe now and have nothing to fear. Me and my team will take you under our protection. "

" Can I-can I go home then? I'm sure whatever attacked is surely gone, right? "

You say, with a nervous smile, sweat building up on your forehead, your body all of a sudden feeling very hot.

" For whatever reason yet to be explained, the Desepticons found out where you live, and for whatever reason yet to be explained, they are fixated on you. That's why they tried to kidnap you."

"Kidnap!! No, this can't be happening. Surely you're just joking. Surely this is all just a terrific nightmare! "

You feel as if your heart has sunk to the bottom of the earth. Breathing has become more erratic.

" I'm sorry, tiny human, but it isn't. In order to insure your safety, you have to stay with us until we find another safe hideout for you. "

You just stayed silent and leaned back into the seat, still not believing what had just occurred. You looked outside; nothing but rocks and hills, going further and further away from your home. It's dark and the big sky now feels not as pretty and comforting as before. The wide and empty steppe made you feel tiny and vulnerable.

Bright lights appeared from your side of the window. A blue bike without a driver soon joined in.

"Are they all right, Optimus?"

They asked, their voices soft yet stern and serious.

"Yes, but they seem to be under shock. I already did an intercom with Ratchet to check their vitals".

You sobbed quietly, not wanting them to hear you. Hands flexing and soon balling into fists hit your thighs gently, desperately trying to regulate your emotions. But you can feel how a panic attack and meltdown crawl up your rips, holding your heart with its disgustingly cold, frost-bitten giving hands. It is clawing at it like some sort of toy that it wants to break. And soon, this toy popped.

Your head is spinning, your breathing has no rhythm, and the bit of food you had is coming back up with some stomach acid. No, this is something you can't get out of. The more gentle-ish hitting became violent. Your body begins to sway back and forth. You started to claw at your jacket, trying to rip it away from your body. Everything feels way too hot and sticky. Your nails are digging into your skin, giving it an ugly red line. Tears and snot form. Puke spills little by little from your lips as the erratic movements become violent.

Until your brain couldn't handle it anymore and pulled the plug. Your body thumped itself one more time against the leather seat. Your hands were hitting your head and clawing at your hair for the last time, until everything went black.

You hate the feeling of falling unconscious; it's weirdly light, like when you sit on an airplane and it starts to fly off, just instead of it flying straight up, it goes in circles.

You desperately want to wake up in your cozy bed, with your headphones next to you, playing your comfort playlist to help you fall asleep. But it won't. Something inside of you knows that nothing will be the same. A part of you is happy that this disfigured devil cycle has been broken; another is very, very scared. You are uncertain about your wellbeing and do not know what will come next for you.

And having to hide from whatever those things are, those ginormous, sentient metal beings who, for whatever reason, have it out for you?

What did you even do that peaked their interest? Did you make them angry? You'd hoped not.