#no excuses wip ask meme

[isildursestrid]

NEXT! for the no excuses writing ask game 🫶

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

“Tell me something to keep me awake.” Kate turned her head to look at Tyler, the dizziness wasn’t as bad when she kept her eyes off the road.

“Like what?” His eyes darted to hers and then back onto the highway.

“Anything.” Kate wracked her brain for a topic but her thoughts were so foggy, then she remembered their conversation at the rodeo before it was interrupted. “Your family. You mentioned your aunt. What about your parents?”

“They live in Paris.”

“France?” There was an incredulous tone in her voice. Kate couldn’t fathom this, former bull riding, cowboy boot wearing, tornado wrangling meteorologist with parents that lived in France. Surely not.

“Arkansas.” Tyler’s dimple was on full display as he smiled.

“Oh.” Kate’s head hurt too much to give him grief for teasing her.

“No. Seriously, they have a ranch there. Cattle and horses mostly.” His face lit up as he spoke. “My mom Sheila she’s a former high school science teacher. My dad, Rod still runs the ranch. It’s his pride and joy. All he talks about.” She was happy to listen as the tension lessened in his shoulders and his hand loosened slightly in hers.

Thanks Robyn for the ask! I did manage to get something down though it’s rough. 🖤

No Excuses WIP ask meme send me an ask!

[delucadarlingwriting]

16 - A kiss in the rain For Kira & Nat pleeeeease

Ask for a Kiss!

I'm chopping this one in half, because it ran away from me a bit and I wanted to post at least part of it tonight. I really only meant to make these responses between 250-500 words. Nat and Kira just make me 💞

Part 2

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“Is it much farther, ya rouhi?” 

The forests surrounding Wayhaven are protected areas. There are many, many designated trails that wind through and around, all leading past gorgeous scenes of nature. What Kira knows after a lifetime of living in the not-so-sleepy small town though is that those trails don’t show every beautiful thing the forest has to offer. 

“Almost there!” Kira promises, trotting ahead in her hiking boots to hold a branch up and back. While there’s no ‘trail’ here, Kira knows the way well, and has been doing her ample best to make the hike more bearable for Nat. She’s been putting on a brave face ever since accepting Kira’s invitation to have a date in one of Kira’s favorite spots in Wayhaven. That brave face is starting to falter now an hour into their trek. It seems despite having a vampire’s stamina, Nat just isn’t cut out for this kind of activity.

Nat musters a grateful smile as she passes Kira, who lets the branch go as soon as her girlfriend is clear. She bounds after her, feeling perfectly energized, especially when Nat offers up her hand. Twining their fingers together, Kira says, “It will be very worth it, I promise.”

“I trust you,” Nat says, giving her hand a squeeze. “Any time spent with you alone is well worth whatever effort goes into it.”

Kira giggles. “Don’t sound so tortured!”

“I don’t!” Nat protests with a pout. Her big, beautiful brown eyes practically glimmer despite the low lighting under the thick, leafy canopy above them. “I am having a very good time.”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” Kira says, pressing her lips together to hold back a smile.

“Kiss me to prove it,” Nat demands. And so she does, tiptoeing up and bracing her free hand against Nat’s collarbone. Her reward is a soft, plush mouth on her and hand ever so gently cradling her skull. 

The hours she could spend with this woman, doing nothing more than this…And the days she could spend doing quite a lot more.

Before she can get too worked up, Kira drops her feet flat to look up at Nat, just a little dizzy. Nat smiles, bursting with sunshine. She walks her long, elegant fingers up Kira’s arm, moving her other arm to cup Kira’s hip and pull her in close. 

“Mm, if only we were somewhere with a bed,” Nat teases. “The things I would do to you…”

Kira flushes up and shivers. “A lack of beds has never stopped you before.”

Nat opens her mouth to protest, stops a moment, then thinks better of whatever she was going to say and sighs instead. 

“Well, then I have plans for when we do have a bed.”

Kira reaches up to pinch Nat’s chin gently between her fingers. “And I look forward to that. For now, we really are almost there. Just a little farther?”

“Very well, a little farther,” Nat agrees.

It only takes a minute before Nat perks up. “Oh, I think I hear where we’re going.”

“I bet you do!” Kira replies, practically bouncing her way along. Now Nat also quickens her pace, intrigue wiping away any weariness from before. 

Eventually a low roar reaches Kira’s ears, growing louder and louder as they go until finally the trees thin out and reveal their destination. The ground juts up sharply ahead of them, lined with rocks and moss and scraggly tree roots, framing a gorgeous (if small) waterfall. The water rushes down, crashing into the pool below it and sending out a fine mist that obfuscates the area near it. The pool is small, just a short offshoot of the creek that carries on past them. While that water gallops along, the pool is mostly calm.

“It’s beautiful,” Nat says, though it’s clear she’s wondering why this waterfall. Many of the easier, more accessible trails in Wayhaven have sights like it, some even bigger and more impressive.

“It’s private,” Kira says, peering up to get a read on Nat’s reaction. “I used to swim here a lot. No one’s ever bothered me.”

Nat smiles and brings her hands up to the buttons of her shirt. “I see.”

They strip down with mostly polite hands, and Kira goes ahead to the pebbled shore to begin wading in. The icy water makes her shiver and gasp.

“It’s a bit cold,” Kira warns Nat over her shoulder. Nat, tall and beautiful and very naked, follows Kira without trepidation.

“I’m sure it’s fine—Oh dear,” Nat yelps the minute she’s ankle deep. She jumps right back onto the shore, arms flying around herself, eyes wide. “Kira, that is inhumane.”

“You don’t have to get in if you don’t want to,” Kira says, toying with the end of her braid. “I really did just want to bring you here to swim, but we can also get dressed and just enjoy a little time together.”

Nat sniffs delicately. “No, I will be fine. Just give me a moment, you go ahead.”

[rewrittenwrongs]

Am very interested to hear more abt your WIPs

Akxjsonssnsjs okay okay! So.

The first WIP called Black bird fly! It’s a Tim-centric time travel fix it where Mr Mxyzptlk sends Tim back in time, saving his life as thanks for when he, Kon and Bart helped him. Most of the chapters are gonna be in Tim’s POV, the time he lands in is gonna be about a day before Jason’s death, so Tim in all his feral ‘I’m probably dead so there won’t be any consequences’ flies to Ethiopia and saves Jason himself. There’s a lot of found family, a lot of grief/mourning surrounding the old timeline, and everyone in the new timeline being concerned by all the trauma symptoms he displays. I’ve finished the first two chapters and most of the third, but I haven’t begun posting yet because I want to finish more chapters so I can post once a week, because I don’t trust myself to not touch it for three months as soon as I start posting. The paragraph I shared was from the third chapter, where Bruce is flying Tim (asleep) back to Gotham on the batplane (he called Wally to get Jason to Leslie quick as possible). It’s my main WIP and the fic I spend most my writing time on, and I’ve daydreamed enough ‘backstory’ for Tim to write like seven multi-chapters set in the old timeline…

The second WIP doesn’t have an offical name, and the only one I’ve come up for it so far is Future days of death, not because it makes much sense regarding plot but because it sounds cool. It’s a crossover between DC and Fablehaven, because I recently finished reading Dragonwatch and the world building is giving me IDEAS. I have a LOT of different ideas as to where the plot goes, and I haven’t written a lot of it, but it’s largely Constantine and Captain Marvel (/Shazam) centric, with a good focus on batfam and the Fablehaven characters. The idea that sparked this WIP was Constantine being captured by the Sphinx and kept in his dungeon where he meets Bracken. I also have a vague idea where he convinces Seth not to heal the demon whose name I don’t know how to spell and the three of them escape the dungeon with all of the artefacts, but that doesn’t fit with my other ideas, which is mostly the JL thinking Constantine is dead and freaking out and Captain Marvel knowing Something Is Up. I also like to think Coulter and Alfred were old tea buddies, and I have ideas abt Constantine being magically put to sleep and Vanessa taking control and saving his life. I’m also tempted to make Seth and Kendra school friends with Kon so he has Tim investigate Kendra’s disappearance/death, which would be an interesting can of worms.

The third WIP is one I’m writing for the @/wipbigbang, a Tim-centric Coraline AU. It takes place right after Red Robin, and he finds the door to the other mother (other father in this case, the bedlam takes the form of Bruce) like his second day back in the manor. It’ll follow the plot of the book pretty closely. Lot of family angst and trust issues and stuff, and I will address Tim’s interaction with Nyssa al Ghul because if no one else does then I’ll do it myself. It’ll have more interactions with the family post-defeating the bedlam and will definitely have a happy ending. I haven’t written a whole lot of it and right now the paragraph I shared is probably my fave ‘cause of how funny I find it.

[sesshy380-rp]

*give Kat a plush full of catnip*

Kat immediately recognized the stuffed toy, and to avoid the embarrassment of going full cat-brain in her human appearance, she quickly changed forms before full on attacking the plush; throwing in a few kicks just for fun.

[galacticlamps]

I'm going to uno reverse card you and say: for the fic guessing game, 'light'?

lol that's fair

apparently I talk about light a lot (go figure) so have this one that happens to be in the middle of its story's 'Oh' moment:

But perhaps, somewhere along the line, Jamie had slipped, and now . . . well now, standing on the balcony of a palace on another planet, with the Doctor dipping his head nearer just to hide his eyes from the light - nearer, and not farther, which would've been just as easy - no, now he had to admit something was different. When it had changed or whether it hadn't at all and he'd simply been too fool to realize it before he couldn't say, and it didn't matter anyway - he knew it now, and that scared him.

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And just for kicks, under the cut I'm gonna put a longer excerpt from a totally different fic that came up while I was ctrl+f-ing 'light' in my wips - mainly because it happens to be part of a scene from a longish 'the Doctor & Jamie reunite with Zoe in 6b' story which is nowhere near completion, but feels relevant given the boxset Big Finish released last week (not that I've gotten a chance to listen to it yet, but still).

Zoe sat across from Jamie, her elbows on the table, her chin resting atop her hands - but she wasn't relaxed. She stared at him intently, and actually narrowed her eyes as he watched.

"What?" he asked, already defensive, and following through on an old self-conscious instinct, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With no mirror in sight, he looked to the Doctor to check if he'd somehow gotten something on his face already, but he looked just as baffled. Zoe hadn't broken her concentration yet.

"I'm trying to figure out if I'm older than you," she announced, still deep in thought.

"Ah--" the Doctor began, grinning wickedly, but whether he was going to answer her or merely tease they never found out, because Jamie shot an arm out lightning quick, as if to hold him back.

"No' so fast, you. Let the girl work it out."

He finished chewing and settled himself squarely in front of her for inspection. She continued to stare. "Y'know, I'm surprised you're having such trouble telling," he taunted. "After all, how old are you now?"

She opened her mouth at first to protest that she was under no obligation to announce her own age while he continued to keep his secret, but she still thought she might figure it out - and if she couldn't, she at least had the Doctor to rely on to make Jamie tell the truth.

So she shrugged. "I'm 41. But everyone here thinks I'm 39. I was born 39 years ago, of course, but counting chronologically from the time I left the Wheel with you in the Tardis, I aged two years before the Time Lords returned me to my own time. That was twenty-one years ago, now," she added, unable to judge if the faint waver of wistfulness in her voice was truly audible, or if it was just her own imagination. Thankfully, neither of them pressed her on it.

"Well, y'see, Zoe," Jamie began slowly, still chewing his last mouthful after she finished her explanation and sat waiting calmly for his reply. The Doctor leaned forward too, seemingly intrigued, though it must only have been to see what answer Jamie would try. "I was born in 1724," he paused and washed down his food with a swig from his glass, and for a moment Zoe had the grace to assume he was just working through his calculations, as she had done. "So I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he finished, setting the glass back down on the table triumphantly.

All at once she felt a young girl again, a devilish light in her eyes. She wanted to jump across the table and tackle him - but that wasn't what Madam Presidents did. "Why, you--"

"They don't traditionally swear at their guests either, Ms. Heriot."

She turned on the Doctor, shocked. "You read my mind," she began, more impressed than accusatory, but he did at least have the decency to look sheepish.

He coughed politely. "Only to, ah, verify your math. And I'm sure you could feel my presence there, if you think about it."

"I could but I didn't know that's what it was. You've gotten so much better at it."

"Had to," he said simply, and shrugged, his eyes downcast.

Well, there was more to that, clearly, she thought, filing his deliberately nonchalant expression away for closer inspection later - but for now she was not about to be deterred. She snapped her eyes and her attention both back to Jamie.

"Still, we both know the Doctor obviously continues to value honesty and accuracy, so surely he'll tell me how old you are, even if you won't."

"Not if I ask him not to - right, Doctor?"

"Well . . . " he began, noncommittally drawing the word out so long that Zoe actually had time to wonder what his plan was for once he ran out of vowel. Jamie looked so genuinely horrified it was downright comical, and she had to force herself not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"We're married, Doctor," he reminded him, indignant.

"Oh, but it's Zoe," he complained, sounding every bit the petulant child she remembered he could be, all those years ago. "And as far as I can remember, none of the ceremonies we ever partook in had anything in the vows about obeying. Although I might be wrong . . ." he added under his breath, scratching his head.

"Charming," Jamie grumbled.

"Well, when we've had as many weddings as we have it can be quite a lot to keep straight in your head. You know, I sometimes wonder if we might qualify for some kind of an all-time record. If we hadn't the need to be covert about so many of them, of course."

"Stop that!" she snapped, and the Doctor turned back to her, the picture of confused innocence.

"Stop what?"

"You're trying to help him without helping him, just by distracting me. Naturally, I want to hear everything about all these weddings of yours, and I will see to it that you'll be having another one while you're here, like it or not--"

"Yes ma'am," Jamie quipped, mock-serious.

"--But first, I am going to find out how old you are, James Robert McCrimmon, and if you force me to use your husband to do it, then that decision is on you."

Jamie mopped his face with his napkin and came out of it smiling. He stretched and dropped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, perfectly relaxed. Already, Zoe felt her heart sink, but she was careful to keep her composure.

"I'm only pullin' your leg. I'm 44."

"What, really? And you expect me to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge but then glanced at the Doctor to confirm, and when he nodded she allowed her facade to crumble, rolling her eyes. Of course she had known when she'd first laid eyes on them that they'd be cutting it close, but Jamie still had quite a bit of that boyishness about him that had made it frustrating enough being his junior the first time around, and she really thought she might genuinely have enjoyed being just a hair older than him, for a change. After all, if you had to be ripped apart from your family and sent to separate timezones to live out your lives forever wishing for an improbable reunion, it might as well be good for something. But Jamie was far too smug looking now to be pretending, and Zoe knew it. "Oh, some people have all the luck," she groaned, dropping her arms and collapsing back dejectedly against her seat.

"Aye," Jamie said, leaning in over the table to follow her, "and some people live 22 years on Earth before they meet a time traveler, then spend 5 years with him before his people erase their memory and send them home to live another 5 before he's allowed to come pick them up again, and then force the pair of 'em to've spent 12 years so far working for them. Some people, eh?" he finished hotly, swiping his glass off the table again and raising it to his mouth in one fluid motion to take a long drink. But even so, his face was not so totally obscured from view that Zoe couldn't make out the amused curl at the corner of his lips, and when she caught his gaze again the glimmer in his eye was all fondness, just as it was with Doctor's and, she knew, her own.

Yes, no matter the circumstances, it was certainly good to see them again.

[zerolostwalks]

hii happy holidays!! NEXT for the no excuses ask meme please!

Heya!! Happy Holidays!! ^_^

So here is next from my currently unnamed rulie fic I am working on:

“But at least, this way it’ll be out of your face.”

She’s not sure what he’s talking about until he stops moving and she realizes her hair is in a loose ponytail now.

no excuses writing meme

[waitineedaname]

POV for the no excuses writing meme, please 👀 (i love this game so much!)

a bit of context: this is for my lesbingqiu wip inspired by that "can yuo put that out on me" tweet! the wip is from binghe's pov, so here's shen yuan instead. she strikes me as the kind of person to think being thirty makes her old (it does not lol)

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Shen Yuan wasn't sure why Shang Qinghua had insisted on dragging her out drinking if she was just going to abandon her at the first sight of her situationship across the bar. She didn't care if Shang Qinghua insisted she needed to go out more! She had work to do! Never mind that her "work" these days mostly amounted to opening her dissertation document, glaring at it for an hour, and then closing it again. She was simply getting too old to go out drinking. She was thirty now; she might as well join a knitting circle if Qinghua was that worried about her social life.

She continued grumbling to herself as she lit her cigarette. It was much quieter outside the bar, though she could still feel the music thumping through the wall behind her. She would give Shang Qinghua another five or ten minutes to prove she hadn't completely forgotten about her, just long enough to take a smoke break, and then she'd leave. She could go home, change into her pyjamas, and spend the evening working through her reading list like she'd originally intended.

Her plans were interrupted by a sudden spike in the bar's volume as someone opened the door and stumbled out into the alley beside her. Shen Yuan nearly dropped her cigarette as she was suddenly confronted by the most absurdly beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

She wondered deliriously for a moment whether there had been a modelling event that she didn't know about, because there was no other explanation for a woman this gorgeous being loose in the wild. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and she had the kind of artful curls that Shen Yuan thought only existed in professionally styled wigs. Her bone structure was fine, and her skin was perfect. Seriously, was Shen Yuan hallucinating?!

The woman was also, Shen Yuan realized, extremely drunk. She stumbled over her high heels, reaching out to support herself on the wall with a groan. Shen Yuan's hands itched to reach out and support her, but she resisted the impulse.

"Are you alright?" she asked instead. The woman looked up, startled, eyes wide as if she hadn't realized Shen Yuan was there. Absolutely no way those eyelashes were real. They had to be falsies.

The woman made a slightly incoherent noise, and Shen Yuan frowned. How drunk was she? She then abruptly stood up straighter, though she was clearly still supporting herself on the wall.

"I'm fine," she said, surprising Shen Yuan with a low, smooth voice like honey. "I just needed some fresh air."

Shen Yuan nodded sympathetically. Poor thing. "Drink a little too much?"

The other woman's lips pursed in a pout. "My friend ordered shots," she explained.

And then just let her wander off?! Shen Yuan would like a word with this friend of hers. "You should be careful with those," she cautioned. "They can get you drunk very fast."

The woman nodded with the earnestness of an eager student. "Jiejie is very wise."

Oh, she was far too cute. Is this what people were referring to when they talked about blessed interactions between drunk girls at a bar? Never mind that Shen Yuan was hardly buzzed herself. She wanted to pat this girl's head and give her more wisdom, even if this wasn't really her area of expertise.

"Would jiejie keep me company while I sober up?" asked the other woman, her speech slightly slurred and her dark eyes pleading. As if Shen Yuan could say no to eyes like that!

"Of course." Shen Yuan nodded. It was her responsibility, after all! A code of sisterhood, to look out for drunk girls! "What's your name?"

"Luo Binghe." She found a more comfortable position leaning against the wall, resulting in her curls spilling over her chest. Shen Yuan foolishly tracked the motion, then forced her eyes back up to Luo Binghe's face. Aiyah! That dress really left very little to the imagination! Wasn't she cold?! Should Shen Yuan offer her jacket? "What should I call jiejie?"

"Shen Yuan." She lifted her cigarette to her lips and took another drag in the hopes that it would make Luo Binghe's appearance less distracting. Luo Binghe was staring at her with an intensity that made her want to squirm. "Are you here for some special occasion?"

Luo Binghe just continued to stare at her for a while. Poor thing, she really must be drunk. Shen Yuan knew how slowly she processed things when she was drunk. She could be patient with the girl. "My friends wanted to celebrate me starting graduate school," Luo Binghe eventually explained. Her pretty features pulled in a slight frown. "I think it's just an excuse for them to get drunk."

Shen Yuan chuckled at the petulance on Luo Binghe's face. "Maybe, but that’s a worthy thing to celebrate. Congratulations on starting grad school."

"Thank you, Shen-jie." Luo Binghe's expression softened into a smile again, still laser-focused on Shen Yuan's face.

Shen Yuan took a moment to look Luo Binghe over again. Grad school, huh? Shen Yuan struggled to believe that, but she couldn't see why Luo Binghe would lie. It's just, Shen Yuan was in graduate school, and she felt horribly outclassed by the girl in front of her. With looks like hers, she could easily become an idol or something! She didn't deserve to waste away in academia like Shen Yuan, though she admired Luo Binghe's academic drive. And so young, too...

"You seem awfully young for grad school," Shen Yuan said. It could be that she just took good care of herself, but she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd said she was still an undergrad. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-five," Luo Binghe said.

"Twenty-five," Shen Yuan repeated. Twenty-five! And she was here, talking to thirty year old Shen Yuan outside a bar. Shen Yuan's earlier impression was right; this really was not the scene for her. "I think I’m officially too old for this bar. People will think I’m a creep if I keep coming around here." She took another drag from her cigarette, feeling morose over her age. "When I graduated high school, you would’ve been thirteen. Isn’t that weird?"

It had seemed like Luo Binghe was sobering up, but she suddenly wobbled on her heels. She was staring intensely at the cigarette in Shen Yuan's hand. "Can you put that out on me?" she slurred.

Shen Yuan's heart rate spiked. Ah! How could she be so oblivious? What kind of helpful jiejie was she if she was blowing smoke in Luo Binghe's direction?! "Oh! I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay to smoke near you. I’ll put it out." She quickly ground it out on the wall. Luo Binghe made a pitiful noise of complaint, but that's okay, Shen Yuan had this handled now! No more smoke when Luo Binghe had specifically wanted to get fresh air!

"I know it’s a bad habit," Shen Yuan attempted to make an excuse for herself, her fingers itching with nervous energy. "It gives me something to do with my mouth and hands. I guess I should get a fidget cube or something less bad for me, but…" She trailed off with an awkward laugh.

Luo Binghe's eyes were still wide and slightly wet, fixated on her hands. Poor thing, the smoke must've made her eyes water. She opened her mouth, but she was interrupted by the door to the bar opening with a slam.

"Bing-jie!" A girl burst out of the bar, covered in jangling jewellery and not much in the way of actual clothing. She latched onto Luo Binghe's arm, speaking way too loudly to be sober. "You left your Ling-er all alone in the bar!"

Luo Binghe's expression immediately soured, but based on the way she didn't shove the other girl away, it was clear she knew her. Ah, Shen Yuan realized. This must be the friend who'd ordered the shots. Well, she'd just been planning to keep an eye on Luo Binghe until she sobered up or a friend joined her, and here was the friend. Her company was no longer needed here.

"I should probably get going," Shen Yuan said, giving Luo Binghe a soft smile. She had been scowling at her friend, but when she looked back up at Shen Yuan, her eyes were wide and puppyish again. "Get home safe, okay?"

Luo Binghe nodded, once again reminding her of an earnest student. "I will, Shen-jie."

Shen Yuan waved and left the alleyway. She sighed and pulled out her phone to call a cab. Shang Qinghua could find her own way home. Serves her right.

Still, the night wasn't a complete wash. Even as she made her way home, her thoughts drifted back to Luo Binghe. Did she get home alright? Was she drinking enough water? Would she be too hungover in the morning? A girl that pretty and that drunk could be a real target for unsavory people. Shen Yuan didn't doubt that she could handle herself -- those arms of hers were impressive -- but she couldn't help but worry.

Ah, well. Worrying wouldn't do her any good. It's not like they'd ever see each other again.

She put thoughts of Luo Binghe aside and decided to put her energy towards preparing orientation for her department's incoming graduate students.

[zuppizup]

👀

So, during Bridgerton fever some of my writing buddies got into the whole regency thing... again. I say again because there's always been whispers of Pride and Prejudice AUs knocking around the Rayllum corner.

Anyway, I worte a whole bunch of a Rayllum regency AU before getting dragged back into Dark Alternative.

And because it's me, it's not just a straightforward Regency AU. Think slow burn, pining, tension, long gazes, secrets and misunderstandings.

All the fun things!

Turning a corner, she collided with something solid, a small sound of surprise forced from her lungs as she fell backwards in fright. Just as she was about to lose her footing, a strong hand took her by the wrist, pulling her back to her feet.

“Rayla?”

She looked up in surprise, her mind scrambling for an excuse to be here, and instead, she found herself simply gawking at Callum.

He appeared as shocked as she was, staring at her wide-eyed before he shook himself, eyes falling to where his hand was still wrapped around her wrist. “I beg your pardon.” He let go of her hand suddenly, and even in the low light she could, she a deep blush spread across his cheeks.

Straightening herself, she continued to try and think of a way of explaining her presence in this part of the house. Her wrist felt warm where his hand had held her, though, and it was intensely distracting. “Oh no, my apologies, my Lord.” She looked around, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Only stewards and personal maids came to this part of the house. “I, em, got lost.”

“Oh.” Callum seemed a little lost for words himself, rubbing his hands together.

“This house is much bigger than any other I’ve worked in.” She explained, nervous of his continued silence. She wasn’t a fool. She had noticed him watching her. It seemed that whenever she looked at him, he was already looking at her. He must have suspected she was up to something. He must have figured her out. In some manner, at least. He must have realised that she wasn’t who she said she was. “I just wanted to go for a walk before bed, and… and I thought this was the way to the walled garden. I know we’re not supposed to go in there, but I thought because everyone was out, that it would go unnoticed. Mr. King told me there was a nightingale living in that part of the garden, and I was hoping to hear it.” She knew she was rambling, but she hoped this small lie might distract him from her real reason for being here.

If she admitted to a smaller infraction and was punished for that, maybe she’d get another chance to get a look in Viren’s room.

“Oh, oh no.” Callum’s brow was furrowed as he listened to her speak. He shook himself, taking a deep breath. “No, the garden is on the lower level. Well, obviously. It’s a garden so, yes, it must be on the ground level, mustn’t it?” He paused, taking a breath.

Rayla couldn’t help but laugh a little at his explanation, covering her mouth with her hand in a vain attempt to hide it. His incoherent explanation was… sweet.

I might pick it up again next year. We shall see.

[tenyearsoftrash]

Ten Years of HTP: A Celebration

Hi all, I (@eatingcroutons) set up this blog with all sorts of intentions about preparation and promotion and then Life Things Happened, but I'm still hoping to go forward with the idea of encouraging some nostalgia and memory-sharing about the last ten years of the HYDRA Trash Party.

The aim here is to be more of a celebration of community rather than your typical prompt fest - if you're looking for prompts for fanworks you might want to check out the @catws-anniversary that has just kicked off and will run until the 4th of April, or of course refer back to the Trash Meme itself!

So for this blog's purposes, feel free to post informal thoughts and musings and ramblings, and to comment on each other's memories - this is all about our shared history and nostalgia, and the idea is for it to be an open dialogue and celebration of community. A few points on logistics:

Anonymous asks and submission are open on this blog if you'd prefer not to participate under a named account. We all know how hostile certain corners of fandom have become to darkfic and adjacent content.

For all the themes below self-recs are also very welcome, if you want a chance to show off something you made years ago that hasn't gotten much attention in a while!

Go ahead and tag this blog at @tenyearsoftrash for a reblog of anything you post about the below themes!

All that said, here are some suggested themes and ideas to get you thinking and reminiscing:

April 4: Rewatch CA:TWS!

Take yourself right back to where it all began! With too many people across too many timezones we're not going to even try to organise a massive synchronised groupwatch, but maybe you could get a few of your old-school HTP buddies together to do a smaller one? In any case: fire up the movie, relive all the feels, and share any HTP-related thoughts that come (back) to mind after all these years!

April 5: Fanwork Recs

Go back and dig up some links to your favourite HTP fanworks - whether big or small, well-known or niche, what are the works that have really rewritten your brain chemistry, and stuck with you all this time? What was it about them that hit just the right spot? Feel free to share your thoughts on Tumblr - and to go back and drop a nostalgic comment on anything on AO3 😉

April 7: Meta Recs

Over the years there's been a lot of meta associated with HTP, from discussions of what CA:TWS and HYDRA represent in a broader social context, to endless back-and-forth about darkfic's place in fandom. Are there any posts that really made you think, or that remain relevant even now? Is there anything that came out of those meta discussions that has turned out to be particularly prescient, in hindsight?

April 8: HTP Fanon

What are your favourite bits of shared or personal fanon around HTP and its related concepts? Are there any Original Characters you're particularly fond of? Any particular tropes regarding characters or events that you will never get tired or bored of? Any ideas that might seem cracky on the surface but which you are totally into regardless?

April 8: Other Media/Fandoms

We've all had those moments where we've come across something in a new canon and immediately been like, "Oh, this is delicious trash bait," right? What other media has had a "Bucky Barnes Obediently Accepts The Bite Block" moment for you? What other characters might your fellow HTP friends enjoy as interesting targets for Trash Party Shenanigans? In what fandoms have you found yourself running into an awful lot of familiar HTP faces?

April 9: WIP Amnesty

Do you have any HTP fanworks that you never finished, or never got around to starting, for whatever reason? Now's your excuse to talk about them! Feel free to ramble about what your plans would have been, lament why they're never going to happen, or share some of those great ideas you never quite had time to plot out. Or, if you're feeling particularly inspired, go back and actually finish something off!

April 10: HTP Community Memories

To finish off the week let's talk about the community itself! What have been the good times, the interesting times, any times that have been personally significant to you, for any reason? What things have you experienced or shared or understood with or through or because of the HTP community? What new friends have you made over the years, and what old friends do you miss?

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Apologies again for taking some time to getting around to making this post, but hopefully people will still be interested in doing some reminiscing!

[just-ghaleon]

NEW ASK GAME: Tell me to finish one of my 105 Lunar clipstudio and paint tool sai drawing WIPs

Send me an ask or reply in the comments! :3c (plz&thnx, I need the prodding to actually FINISH stuff ;;u;;)

You can also pester me for more Queer Lunar Theory and Headcanons at the same time, if you want! <3

WIP Queue List (TY <3):

@musicalmeowsandcandiedlemons wants to see ghalliebutt.clip :3c - FINISHED! Posted! :3c

ghaleons ankle monitor.clip is whispering dark secrets to @zombiemollusk >:3 - DONE! Posted!!

@fyeahlunar wants to see ALL ^^;;;;;;; (yeah me too, i'm tryinggg) narrowing it down:

lunar strip poker (lunar uno is a companion piece ;3) - It's done!! Now posted!!!

luna meets ghaleon - Old Art Redraw project, considering attack angle...

lemia comforts ghaleon - Refining sketch...

ghaleon being soft series - ehehehe, so these files are completely blank XD Sometimes I just make files with titles of what I'd like to draw while I'm waiting for poses to come to mind.. ^^; I did a quick rough sketch in each one!! One step closer to done, lol!

dead xenobia reaction - Sketch done! Now coloring and inking...

eb dyne prank - Thumbnails done! Refining layout...

blue star eclipse - Finished! Posted!!

a new journey - Refining sketch...

a new perspective -Refining sketch...

jb cast 5 years later series - These files were completely blank lol, have pasted the old pencil sketches into corresponding files, and started sketches for the ones I never had pencil sketches for!

mewthemew on my discord wants me to finish proto ghaleon.clip! - Sketch already complete, need to start dropping in colors...

(Reply or send an Ask to Queue a WIP! <3)

Misc Requests Queue (Always feel free to send me random Lunar drawing requests! They feed meee, and give me a good excuse to do more drawing memes if I'm in the mood for 'em):

Luna and Lucia for @fyeahlunar - It's finished!!

Continuing Lunar Queer Theory episodes for @zekedms - Episode 2 in progress!

Kyle and Jess hanging out in dresses for @tiphares - Sketched!

Lunar Zine Progress:

Made a project blog! (but it's uncustomized at the moment.) @lunarzine

Need to decide on deadlines...

And a page minimum...

And the physical size of the zine...

So I can make margin templates...

Need to install Scribus and find some tutorials... (Hopefully it's not too drastically different from InDesign.)

Need to research setting up a Google form for submissions...

And when most of that is done, I'll be ready to call for submissions!

[gloriousmonsters]

I'm going to be busy for a while coming and keep having little scraps of time to write but being too indecisive between my way-too-numerous wips (I discovered sooo many when i went to transfer my mdzs stuff from one platform to another) to settle down and write a bit on one; so with permission I'm stealing @veliseraptor's 150 words meme. Essentially, send me a number from the list of fics below and I'll write at least 150 words on that fic, bringing it a little closer to finished!

"All right," Xue Yang says, getting down to business. "What happened?"

"What?" Meng Yao says, and then, "Nothing."

"Bullshit! What were you and Shizun even doing?"

"Oh, that isn't..." Meng Yao shakes his head. "It was to do with the plans Shizun has. It's really... A-Yang, does it seem to you that Shizun has been through a war before? He even said he'd seen something like this happen. But there hasn't been a war in the jianghu for a long while. Not between large sects, nothing like this might be."

"Yeah, it's weird," Xue Yang says, refusing to be distracted. He's here because he wants to not think about the future for a few minutes. "But that's not why you're upset."

To his confusion, Meng Yao flushed.

"It's nothing," he says again. "I mean—it's my fault. I was stupid." {wrapped in stories (the ones where we were good)}

2. "Give me a drink of that wine," Xue Yang says, flashing a smile through the pain of his split lip, "and I'll taste like him, too."

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitches. Despite the power he clearly holds, he looks hunted. Like Xue Yang could force him to do it. He looks at the jug, and says, "What's the progress on your latest method?"

The ritual Xue Yang is currently preparing is old and very complex, full of painstakingly drawn symbols. A few of them had gotten ruined when Jiang Cheng had thrown him to the floor earlier, but he decides not to mention that. "I'll finish setting it up tonight. Test it tomorrow. You should be there."

Jiang Cheng scoffs to himself, still not looking at Xue Yang. "The anchor excuse again?"

Xue Yang coughs up a laugh—more shock than amusement. More anger than either. "Excuse? An excuse for what, Jiang-zongzhu?" (look away from old familiar faces)

3. Xue Yang is undaunted. "Your chest," he elaborates, with a smile, like comprehension is the problem. "The marks from the curse. I want to see them." He pauses. "You just open your robe and then—"

"I know how—" Su Minshan breaks off, confusion and fury battling on his face. "Why?"

"I don't remember agreeing to an interrogation," Xue Yang says. "What's the holdup? You promised I could ask for something, I beat you, I asked." He grins. "Are you going to go back on your word?"

And here's the thing about Su Minshan; this works. It's fucking ridiculous. He walks back here, among the refuse of Xue Yang's experiments, and he looks appalled—like, really fucking offended—at the implication that he'd walk back a verbal promise. A gentleman's agreement, Xue Yang thinks, with barely restrained mirth. What, like Xue Yang was going to tattle if he broke it? (workplace sexual harassment)

4.He strikes out wildly, and it's caught. "Don't get violent!" a strained, but familiar voice murmurs. "It's just me."

Wei Wuxian. Jiang Cheng relaxes, but minutely. "What are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

There's silence for a moment; then, in the darkness, Wei Wuxian shifts closer. "I'm cold," he says, voice more distant and subdued than Jiang Cheng has ever heard before. "Shidi, won't you let me sleep in your bed?"

A ripple of fear goes up his spine; against his will he thinks of ghosts, of warnings that were instilled into him since early childhood. Wei Wuxian still smells like the battlefield, like scorched earth and fresh blood, and his hand is chilly where it lies atop Jiang Cheng's arm. And he doesn't complain, or joke, or press his cold hands under Jiang Cheng's shirt to make him curse and yell; just sits there, head bowed in silhouette in the faint light coming through a crack of the tent, perfectly still. (with curses spilling from your head)

5. Months since the last time someone had tried to command him, or months since someone had studied part of him—Wen Ning couldn't know which. There were fragments of all kinds of memories muddied together in his brain, fragile and ugly-heavy as scraps of paper soaked in brackish water. He couldn't help but resent the boy slightly, for even giving him a span of time, reminding him of the passage of it. Now that... now that there was nobody to call him, nobody he would answer to any longer, Wen Ning was quietly certain that he was sentenced to the dark forever. They wouldn't ever burn him, not when there was a vague hope that he'd buckle to their commands, or yield up some new secret.

He's lost in thought, foggy with it, and completely loses track of what's happening to his body. When he reels back, slowly, inch by inch, it's because there's... pressure on his mouth, faint but noticeable. The faint, tickling sensation of wet and warm air on his lips. Something touching his heavy, unmoving tongue.

Wen Ning returns to his eyes, looks out of them. The hanged-ghost boy is kissing him. He supposes there should be an accompanying shock of violation, but his first emotion is only confusion; then the utterly irrational thought of, Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it is Wei-gongzi after all. (we're ghosts and we're praying for winter)

6. Su She opens his mouth, but Xue Yang's not done. "And you know what else would be nice," he continues, voice bright and sweet and cracking like sugar candy on a cold morning. "is if I'd had a roof over my head as a kid, and food every day, and barely a kick every now and then, and then I'd gotten picked out of the crowd by one of the Great Sects. That I'd started training as a child, formed a proper golden core. Wouldn't that be lovely? And then I could sit around and whine about how hard my life was—"

"I don't," Su She blurts, then turned his face to the side. His whole face is flushed, now, with anger and shame. "I didn't say anything about me," he says, through his teeth. "I was talking about you."

"Yeah, me and what? Me and what reason to keep learning your stupid shit instead of figuring out what Wei Wuxian is doing, something I've got a better chance at?"

Su She says, in a stifled tone, "You're a genius." (build your home in me)

7. All he wants waits halfway up a nearby mountain. The boy sitting on a fallen log, playing a bamboo flute with dogged intensity, does not look like Wei Ying. Not very. If you let your eyes blur, half-closed or with tears, you could see a resemblance. He is still black-haired, still pale, still thin at wrist and waist; even more slender than before in the shoulders, shorter an inch or two of height. His face, wiped carelessly half-clean of makeup and blood, is hard to see, but the shape of it is wrong. He is younger, of course, than even Wei Ying was when he died. The body, Lan Wangji can guess, belongs to the missing mad boy from the Mo family. But the soul... the smoky energy swirling through the air, and the music drifting clear and coaxing from his flute...

Lan Wangji comes to a halt, heart pounding as if it is trying to rip its way out of his chest, fling itself bloody and steaming at Wei Ying's feet. He is still yards away, but he can't imagine Wei Ying hasn't noticed him; he isn't trying to hide, and the white of his robes stands out like a slash of lightning against the mossy scrub of the mountain's side. Still, for a few long moments, Wei Ying keeps playing. The music aches, yearns. Calling. But it seems to slip past Lan Wangji, drift out into the air behind him. It's not meant for him. (the ashes at thy feet)

8. A week and a half in, Li Mingyu asks, "What god are you going to dedicate it to?"

Jin Guangyao has been waiting for him to ask, somewhat amused at how long he neglects the simple question; more amused, now, at how he asks it like an afterthought. He could really stand to be better at spywork.

"I'm not sure," he says playfully. Perhaps this would reveal where his lying guest had been sent from. "Which god would you choose to aid the people of this village?"

Li Mingyu pauses in his work; breaking dug-up bushes into pieces small enough to feed to the stove. His back is to Jin Guangyao, the high dark tail of his hair pulled forward over his shoulder, nearly obscuring his features even when he slightly turns his face. 

"You know," he says, "people in this area sometimes pray to a ghost?" (a matted mass of dross and gold)

[anistarrose]

what is “in the fumes of your anguish (all my blistering pride)”!! it sounds fun!! -tom

(WIP meme here, still taking asks!)

okay I have to come clean: I cheated and put this one on the list even though I don't have a file for it, physically. or rather, digitally, I guess. but I needed an excuse to talk about it, because my mental file is sprawling, and, well. above all else I am a Suffering Game bitch, and this is an AU that diverges from canon in the aftermath of Lucretia in Wonderland.

she still escapes Wonderland — only to find herself alone in the Felicity Wilds, remaining grievously injured from the games. twenty years older, still losing blood — and the monsters in the wilds can smell blood, immediately encircling her. but before she can make her final stand... bolts of red, necrotic magic rain down on her foes, and Barry appears, reducing them all to dust.

he's both the person Lucretia most wanted to see, and the person she was most terrified of seeing, with the guilt of betraying Cam still fresh in her mind. he sounds just as terrified, as he asks what the hell happened to her. Lucretia doesn't answer, because her legs give out, and she passes out.

the rest of the fic is Lucretia recovering in Barry's evil cave lair, in the way that would be the classic whumpy injury hurt/comfort if it wasn't for the fact that. well. they're still Lucretia and Barry post-betrayal. they can barely face each other. Barry sees Lucretia twenty years older with a half dozen new scars, and can only think about how his Animus Bell did that, even if indirectly. Lucretia sees Barry's lich form, tattered and gaunt, aching from the separation from his lifelines — and wonders why he saved her life.

hell, she wonders why doesn't he kill her now? with her gone, it would only be a matter of time until he found Fisher — and the Starblaster, for that matter, whether he chose to use it or not. in her mind, if he were to use it, it would surely just be to bring back Lup — not bring back her, not knowing she could betray him again, uncompromising on her plan as she is...

and Barry is just as deeply, upsettingly aware as she is of what he has to gain by killing her. what he had to gain by letting her die. but on a level that doesn't surprise him, not compared to how it surprises Lucretia — he obviously can't bring himself to do it. to hold his lich form together, after doing that? after losing his sister, too? the only person to even remember him, no matter the reason? it would be impossible. his soul would be gone before he even finished the job.

...and then there's character development — and eventually, dare I say, even communication — that happens, that I don't want to spoil for when I do write the thing, but. I think you get the vibe. (also: lots of black smoke imagery persists even after Lucretia's out of Wonderland. that's the second most important part of the vibe.) the premise is a heavy one, and not my only Suffering Game WIP either (the other is canon compliant, but I kind of think this one could build off it), so it's gonna be a long time before I'll be able to write it, but I think about it all the time 😭

(also the title is from this song, which also contains the lyric "All the love, all the kindness, all your best-laid plains / Couldn't stop me from becoming the way that I am." and if that's not a devastating line for the mutual Lucretia-Barry dynamic post betrayal, then I don't what is!)

[goddesspharo]

Before The Beginning for the ask meme

[no excuses WIP meme: ask me about my WIPs]

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

This is before the events of fragments of a great collide:

Natasha had plugged "the best Tex-Mex Chinese fusion place in Houston" for the past ten years to the point that Mr. Chow himself gave her a sombrero with a dragon on it for her birthday for being a loyal customer. She was the only person who had ever been bestowed the privilege of getting endless nachos whenever she walked in because the owners had decided long ago that Nat was single-handedly responsible for introducing half the people at Johnson Space Station to their fine dining establishment. So when Jake asked for their help when he popped the question, the folks at Señor Chow's were more than happy to whip up a special dessert for the occasion. "I should've called an audible when I saw that idiot Kenny Chow was working our section that day," Jake sighed every time they told the story later. "He had them put the ring in the chocolate flan," Natasha explained, which always got a few awws and that's so cute from the dinner party. "It would have been cute," Jake grumbled on cue, "if Kenny hadn't accidentally switched the plates coming out of the kitchen." "I inhaled that chocolate flan. If Mrs. Chow didn't run out when she did, Jake would've tried to Heimlich Nana Seresin's wedding ring out of me."

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

WIP title ask meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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I was poked to do this months ago, twice at least - once by @docholligay and I think the second was @jeejyboard, but I can't find the tag for the life of me. SORRY. I felt like doing something a bit more meta today re:writing and post about The Process, and this was a perfect excuse - thanks for thinking of me. So here's some actual effort! I went and dug deep, trawled through some really old stuff, which was fun. I write and scribble down way, way more than I actually polish and post (which I assume is probably normal, but who knows). 

General info, for whoever is interested: I mostly use Google Docs with offline backups for fic writing, as I shift between computers a ton, and I put fandom tags at the start of my filenames for organisation. I have a ton of prompt/meme/ask/event collection files - for example, the very latest: "[BG3, STRAHD, SM] Fic Prompts 2024". In these I jot down both the prompts people send or that are listed and the ideas/outlines/notes for each, then when I really get going with a certain fic I spin it off into a separate document. 

I hate coming up with titles and usually do that last, so most of my document names are silly references for my own amusement or just a boring old brief description of the main concept. For instance, my latest posted fic Cerimonia Compedum was for most of its WIP-hood known simply as "[BG3] Tadpoled Isobel". Sometimes I keep different versions/revisions/parts of the same WIP in different files, and if that's the case I've grouped them here. Note that for simplicity's sake this post includes my "solo" fic only, no collabs or coauthored stuff, of which there is also a bunch. 

Some of these are ancient and hit me in the face with "12 years ago" timestamps. Some ficlets will never make it out of the mixed prompt plot bunny dumping grounds into their own doc. I think Sailor Moon 10-ish years ago was the one outlier fandom where I actually wrote most of my concepts out fully and posted them. The ol' brain is currently overproducing stuff for the more recent BG3 flavoured moon lesbians (and no, that ship name will never stop throwing my HaruMichi-loving ass for a loop). Note that some of the SU WIPs on the list I've already posted about here, here, here, and here.

Obviously all of these vary wildly in terms of completion level, word count, refinement, and age (and capitalisation, apparently). So yeah, here's the list, roughly sorted by fandom - ask away, if you feel like it!

[BG3] Moon-chosen, Moon-guided | Moon-chosen, Moon-guided - Part III [BG3] Cerimonia Alārum | ISOBEL TO THE RESCUE AU [BG3] Tremulous Cadence followup | The Return of the Moon Daughter [BG3] Wizard Tower AU | Aylin & Rolan stuff [BG3] Karlach/Minthara Act 2 conclusion aka why are paladins Like That [BG3] I'm having something very strong indeed

[STRAHD] The d'Avenir Treatise verse tidbits [STRAHD] Road Trippin' [STRAHD] In-character notes & ficlets

[SU] eeEEeeeeEE BISMUTH | Bismuth ficlets | Like talking to a wall | Muse. Galatea. Suffering. [SU] SU Daemons HDM AU [SU] The Adolescence of Rose Quartz | But I don't think anyone turns into a car  [SU] Freedom To And Freedom From | Pearlrose Fixit | i love suffering!!! [SU] Forge Showdown AU [SU] Pearl Playing the Field TM | All I need in this life of sin is me and my pearlfriend [SU] The Grand Aventurine Heist (Not Really Grand And Only Slightly A Heist) | oh no who let Rose read the Scarlet Pimpernel

[SM] Future Vision blatantly ripped me off THANKS REBECCA | PUU fic [SM] Outers fall of SilMil | michific | The End is the Beginning is the End

[DS9] Kira fic bits

[TLOK] Five Times Kya Healed Lin and One Time She Couldn't | Kyalin fluff [TLOK] R.C. Noire | Lin BAMFong

[WATCHMEN] Silhouette fic bits

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That's it! I don't think I have a single person that I know writes fic left that hasn't already been tagged in this, so feel free to do it (again) if it strikes your fancy.

[akaiikowrites]

#15 for the ask meme!

what WIP are you taking into next year with you?

too many lol. i'm still working on dcmb for sheith. i've got the sequel / companion fic to they call you refugee + like 3 other zutara fics that are in some version of development. also a couple of buddie fics. also also a mass effect trilogy rewrite that's mostly an excuse to do lots of world building and gratuitous shakarian feels. i may or may not ever post it since the fandom is small and it's so self indulgent.

so that's uh...8 or 9?

(p.s. if anyone is a mass effect / shakarian person hit me up because i need to scream about them.)

[generic-whumperz]

Bullshit & Masterlist(s)

THIS BLOG CONTAINS ADULT (NSFW) CONTENT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! 

(This ain’t a daycare, minors kick rocks)

Side blogs:

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The Aid Masterlist (current WIP, 18+)

Apocamerica AU

Other works can be found at the bottom of this post under “Story Stuff,” but there isn't much else because I'm focusing on The Aid for now.

Congratulations, you have stumbled upon another (generic) whump blog, hence the name! Blog est. Aug 2023. Currently just working on one story right now (yay hyperfixations), that is slowly consuming every waking thought. Help

Fun facts to share with the class:

I prefer to be anonymous on here, so just call me “Generic/Gen,” them/them, mid (quit lying to yourself) late-20’s

Dyslexic bitch & silly goose—please excuse typos, misspellings, and any grammatical errors! I re-read and edit as best as I can, but my brain be playin’ tricks on me, and shit falls through the cracks! Just manage your expectations is all I’m sayin’, I’m not a professional.

I’m (unfortunately) an American and my obnoxious word choice will probably reflect that.

I’m currently a full-time college student taking a single class because I suck! But still, any written works I choose to share will not be uploaded on a set schedule (I write slow, my brain only occasionally works, & yada-yada), I apologize in advance!    

I run a queue—and nah I won’t tag it.

Lover of cryptids (Mothman fucks), paranormal enthusiast and certified Haunted™️. Weird shit WILL leak into my writing eventually. Don’t be surprised if a ghost or skin walker makes a cameo. It’s more fun this way, just go with the flow.

House plant addict. They are all my children. Ask me how big my monstera is ;)

Irl I’m a (professional) stained glass artist

What You’ll See Here: 

All types of Whump; I’m talking all of it bay-bee (detailed types below this section), including: polls, writings, prompts, tropes, scenarios, art, gifs, etc.

Reblogs-a-plenty

Really bad home grown memes 

Whumpy rambling coming straight from my delirious brain

My own sub-par short stories, ficlits, and maybe even an eventual series or two

My own mediocre art

I fuck with a lot and don’t really have any “squicks”, but to narrow it down, the prime pickings are:

All gender & POC whump (including lady whump, lady whumpers, mixed gendered Whumpee & Whumper combos, etc. Errybody getting whumped ‘round here. But yes I love to see men particularly in distress and blubbering bloody messes, sue me.)

APOCALYPSE (+ sci-fic & fantasy)

RED ROOMING

CULT

SLAVERY

TORTURE (especially in explicit detail)

Cannibalism & weird blood shit

Gore and body horror (including puke and all that)

Hurt/no comfort, maximum pain and immense suffering is the name of the game 🤘

When I do dabble in comfort—recovery and caretaking is preferably longer with nuanced healing journeys and after character has been through absolute hell and it’s messy AF

Physical, emotional, and psychological whump (if there’s all three it’s a magical trifecta of hurt)

Drug (illicit and otherwise)

Dehumanization

Captivity (short & long term)

Vampires & zombies (see GORE & CANNIBALISM)

Multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers

Family of whumpers (this is niche I know but fuck is it my kryptonite) 

The biggest POS and/or terrifying Whumpers imaginable (for the love of all things unholy, make them shamelessly bad and vile)

Chains, restrains, collars, gags, muzzles, rope (etc.)—just tie that biz-nitch down!

Explicit stuff like non-con, dub-con, forced drugging, etc. Wreck that bussy.

Other Story Stuff & Random Things:

Subject X: BB217 Intro