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sagurus · 6 months ago

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Sure! When you have time I would love it if you any interactions between Saguru and any of the Gosho girls. It doesn't have to be shipped or whatever, but it's just because I've read so many of his interactions with the Gosho boys and I feel like the girls are underrated in that sense. I love crack and I love Saguru and I adore your writing and edits :)

Hey anon from 2018, lmao. You're right, there really do need to be more interactions between Saguru and the girls. I have a WIP I started recently that I feel really shows Aoko's acuity. It's not crack, but instead a tense interaction between two friends.

Eventually this'll make its way to AO3, but for now, here it is:

“So, Saguru-kun…”

Saguru finds himself bracing. Aoko has seemed to be in a strange mood the entire evening. He’d almost wondered if she was irritated with him at first, or maybe just more disappointed about Kuroba’s last-minute cancellation than she wanted to let on. But their plans had gone as expected otherwise; they studied, watched a show Aoko had been excited to show him over some reheated leftovers, all without incident. Now they’d settled in the living room, occupying themselves with their own activities.

But now, as casual as she was trying to seem, Saguru detected an underlying tension.

“Yes, Aoko-san?” He kept his eyes on his book.

“Did you know that Aoko’s dad thought Kaito was KID once?”

Saguru’s entire train of thought stuttered to a halt. Every thought vanished — and then his mind raced with questions. For what reason was she bringing this up? What kind of reaction was she expecting?

Her gaze was drilling into him, he could tell. She hadn’t turned away from her video game, but she had to be concentrating on him in her periphery. The sensation of it raised the hair on the back of his neck..

He turned the page, but wasn’t reading anymore.

“Did he? I’ve never heard anything about that,” Saguru said mildly. His heart rate was elevated. He focused on breathing normally.

“Yeah!” Aoko said, and she said it with a giggle. A feint. “He told me that and I thought it was so strange. Sure, he’s obnoxious, but he’s not stupid Kaitou KID.”

It was best to leave space in the conversation. He didn’t say anything, waiting for Aoko to continue.

“Anyway, Dad got a look at him at one heist, and he was sure he looked like Kaito. So to prove him wrong, I asked Kaito on a date!”

“A date?”

“Yep! I mean, thinking back that was pretty silly, but it got him to come. But isn’t that so weird? That he’d even think for a second that Kaito was KID?”

She sounded so cheery. The version of herself she put on in class when she was getting along with everybody. Masking away her acute intelligence and calculations. He used to think she wore her feelings on her sleeve - and to an extent she did. But these days he knew that there was plenty she kept under wraps. She and Kuroba were truly quite the pair.

“It does seem like a strange conclusion for the inspector to come to.” He tried to keep his voice neutral as he could. “How did the date go?”

Aoko stuck her tongue out, and for the moment turned her eyes back toward the screen, organizing her character’s inventory. “Oh, you know. Bakaito. He was his normal annoying self, but he showed up on time. We met up at Tropical Land and had a lot of fun! We saw a 3D movie and everything.” She paused, then added, “Actually, I even handcuffed us together. Which was probably overkill, honestly.”

Great minds think alike.

“And the heist?” Saguru asked.

“Oh, the heist still happened. And Kaito was with me the whole time.”

“Well, I imagine that remedied the inspector’s suspicions?”

“Yeah. Dad never said anything about it again.”

The conversation lulled into silence, but the tension in the room was palpable.

“It’s just weird. That’s the only time Dad has ever had a suspect. Honestly, I don’t get why he’d even entertain the idea.”

Saguru hmmed, hoping it sounded like agreement.

“I mean, Kaito is way too young to be KID. Everyone knows Kaitou KID has to be in at least his forties.”

“That does seem to be the most prominent theory,” Saguru said neutrally. It wasn’t the most satisfactory response, he knew. But he could toe this line, if he focused on the commonly-held beliefs and not his own hypotheses and opinions.

“I wonder who Kaitou KID actually is. Whoever it is, I really can’t stand him. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind for all the trouble he’s causing everybody.”

“That’s fair of you.” Saguru wouldn’t condemn KID himself. But he’s already made clear to her that he doesn’t share the same hostility. “What with KID’s talent, I wouldn’t be surprised if the public never comes to know his identity.” After a moment, he amended, “Not to imply the task force is lacking in talent or capability. Your father has prevented many thefts from coming to fruition.” Never mind the fact KID so far still hadn’t truly stolen anything regardless. “But no matter how successful plans are on this side, KID has still proven successful as an escape artist, if nothing else. We’ll just have to see if ever he’s caught, or we get a hint.”

“It would be nice, though,” Aoko said, and Saguru had a hard time reading her tone. “To know who it is.”

What was she trying to accomplish here? It felt like she was fishing. Like she wanted a specific response from him. She might want him to agree that it was a ridiculous idea, confirm that the suspicions were completely unfounded. But he couldn’t imagine lying to her outright. But on the other hand…

“Have you ever suspected anyone of being KID, Saguru-kun?”

Ah.

“Well,” he said.

He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her, but he certainly couldn’t tell the truth. Saguru wouldn’t betray Kuroba like that; Kuroba may not trust him, but Saguru wasn’t going to confirm Kuroba’s own impressions.

And it wouldn’t just be betraying Kuroba. It would be a betrayal of one of Aoko’s closest friends.

No winning. Catch-22.

He forced himself to turn the question over in his mind, as slowly as he could allow without seeming as if he took too long. It wasn’t like he’d obtained any real proof. Other than observable evidence that Kaito wasn’t KID. And the DNA proof he’d destroyed. Of course, Saguru knew, but technically he’d proved the opposite.

“You’ll laugh, but I actually suspected Kuroba once myself.”

Aoko paused her game. “You did?”

And now the tension amplified exponentially. Did she know? He’d suspected before that she might. With how perceptive she was, how could she not have at least considered it?

Even then, that didn’t mean he could confirm it. Kuroba was the only person who could do that.

Steady. “Yes, well. I did test the theory, and my suspicions were proven false.” Based on the happenings, anyway.

“How did you test it?”

Saguru crooked a slight smile now. Casual. Easy. Amused. “Much like you, I handcuffed myself to him just before the heist began.”

She still didn’t say anything.

“So, in both of our cases, the heist still went on. So that would appear to clear Kuroba’s name on two different accounts,” he said lightly.

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

She’d slipped a little, seemed more pensive than casually amused. She recovered quickly. “It’s so funny that both of you thought it was Kaito.”

The way she continued circling, the way she persisted… on some level, she must know.

Aoko asked, “What made you think it was him, anyway?”

At least the capacity of the labs was something he wasn’t at liberty to discuss. “Probably proximity bias,” Saguru said. It wasn’t entirely untrue. “KID has a tendency for elaborate magic tricks, and Kuroba is certainly the most talented magician I’d ever met.” And then, after a beat: “But there’s plenty of talented magicians out there.”

Aoko hmmed, and fell silent again. Saguru imagined her putting him under a microscope, considering everything he said. Everything he didn’t say.

She unpaused her game and resumed playing. “Yeah, Bakaito could never be KID,” she said.

But all Saguru could think was that there was no way she didn’t know how false that was.

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wormlette · 8 months ago

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We are not a pet play expert but we ARE someone who spends entirely too much time working with kink psychology. The good pet play on AO3 is sadly very thin on the ground and we tend to make it harder for ourself by going exclusively for fandoms who have like five authors maximum so we can't offer recommendations but to be quite honest Laios feels like the kind of guy who'd really enjoy a day collar or something similar in that it would give him, like, a physical reminder of being, in some way, wanted, and a tactile sense of connection. Any sort of distinct accessory that serves as a subtle "mark of ownership" during day-to-day works here, but "day collar" is easier to say.

He would probably want to have something that can be tugged on and used as a handle or similar, honestly. He might find use in anything that Chilchuck can use to more easily catch his attention or, like, offer a physical "guide" to move him around by - Chilchuck may not be physically strong enough to actually move him on his own, but a bit of extra leverage can probably get a setup where it's a Noticeable Physical Sensation and Laios can follow through on his own. It would be INSANELY impractical in the dungeon, though, which would definitely put a stopper to it - the handle that you have put in so that your halfling pick-lock can have a shot at moving you around at will can also be utilized by enemies who were capable of moving you around previously and probably don't need the extra handle.

We feel like Chilchuck might not 100% Get the full "belonging" aspect of a day collar, at least initially but he could definitely get some mileage out of adding a built-in handle to get Laios's attention. The issue would, of course, be in getting them to this point - we feel like it wouldn't come up super easily? Most likely, we think it'd be the sort of thing where Chilchuck makes an offhand comment without it meant to be taken Seriously and Laios jumps on it as "hey we could actually do that".

Chilchuck feels like the sort of guy where it simply wouldn't have passed his mind that a day collar could be a Thing and the idea of someone Wanting that would be a bit out of his sphere of... interest? Knowledge? He wouldn't think of it until the idea of it'd be brought up, and he honestly might take a bit of convincing to come around to it. Laios feels like the kind of guy where he thinks about "what if I wore a harness like an actual beast of burden" and then he thinks about that continually for the next five years.

We can probably give advice on tracking down resources on IRL pet play, but we can't help very much with fiction? Our #1 thing that we feel we Need to have in any fic regardless of content is good characterization, and this tends to significantly narrow the margin of Things We Can Recommend because something can be a stunningly beautiful depiction of how to write pet play but we still won't like it if it's OOC and we are unfortunately prone to having the disease where we exclusively get into stuff that has maybe three other people in the same area.

Hopefully this coheres for you we're sort of rambling with hopes that this'll vaguely get at what we're aiming for - we are heavily impacted by our own personal desires to add MORE spec. bio to everything we're into, ever, so we're unclear if our halfling agriculture & domestication thoughts would fully apply?

We definitely agree that dogs would be uncommon or rare - a poorly-trained dog can probably be a very real danger to even an adult halfling, and the larger breeds of dog can get to be bigger than them, which'll be a HUGE risk especially for an environment when they can't be 100% sure of the breed content of any given dog. You can easily run into Issues training dogs as a normal-sized human - it's going to be a whole lot harder and more risky to get something that's BIGGER than you and can seriously injure or kill you to LISTEN, especially when your stakes are "either you do this right or you are at significant risk of injury from a dog that hasn't quite been trained to be considerate around halflings".

If the dog doesn't know precisely how gentle to go with its pack, then even with good intentions, it can hurt someone very badly - you've definitely got to know EXACTLY what you're doing, or otherwise have a very good trainer. Of course, that might be able to add to fun metaphors later, so... depends on how you handle it. Or handle them, as it may be.

We think that the most familiar form of animal agriculture to them would probably involve raising things like silkworms, mealworms, crickets, and other bugs, both for general materials and because they're small enough that "raising bugs for meat" almost definitely gives more bang for their buck than it would for larger races. We feel like larger domestic animals would be significantly rarer, just because trying to tame just about anything long enough to domesticate when you're only 100cm tall is going to be DIFFICULT. Easier to just make domestic lineages of things like "animal where you can put it somewhere dark and damp with some corn meal and potato slices and get ten times the yield after leaving it for a few weeks". Of course, they'd probably have other domestic animals beyond bugs, but we can't really think of what exactly - ferrets, maybe? Humans domesticated them for hunting, but halflings might be able to make more use of them.

Hopefully some of this at least sparks a bit of inspiration for you - we're simply having fun typing Words. Good luck with your writing!

Ok this is so fucking good I need to stop hoarding it. Everytime I go to publish I start rereading and get distracted 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Laios seems like the kind of guy where he thinks about “what if I wear a harness like an actual beast of burden” and then is thinking about it for the next 5 years… HELP… YEAG…..

I FEEL YOU I’m becoming a pet play enjoyer but so far nothing scratches the itch like it does with these two. I must do more research and yet…… I just keep coming back to Them. Laios spontaneously inventing the most avant-garde kinks in the dunmesh world… Chilchuck being like what the fuck. Well. What the fuck. I can’t not get him that. And it has to be made out of good materials. He’d fuck it up if he tried doing this himself. TWIST MY ARM. Sigh.

And god yeah the actual animals that half-foots would have … Chil’s upbringing vs Laios’ (with all his animals) would be so different. Brewing many scenes from this.

DREAMY SIGH. THANK U.

#Mantis always brings it… cherished member of the Chilaios Council

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fountainpenguin · 8 months ago

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"When they see us coming, the birdies all try and hide... but they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide~" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 27 - “Boil Over (Bdubs, Scar)”

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Bdubs and Grian dance around each other while planning their jungle temple base design. Meanwhile, Scott comes out to Scar about his allay hybrid side. Scar, fearing his glitchy vex code will corrupt his friend, debates cutting ties. Honest conversations are had.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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BdoubleO100 - Phantom

Status: Yearning

Captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

💙 🧡 💚

By the time Grian swings open the door, wings perky and smile bright, it's too late to deny they're both gunning for something more than "casual roleplay dynamic chat" this evening. Bdubs went and stuck the scarlet feather on a gold clasp, which now hangs from a string at his neck. What are we? is a syrupy-sweet red herring overlaying the actual question of the evening, which is, of course… What are we? Or 'What are we gonna be?' if you wanna get technical.

Grian's face is flushed like he's been swooping laps around New Star all night. His eyes flick low enough to glance off the feather necklace, then bounce up again like he didn't see it. He totally did. There's too much mischief in his eyes. "Whoa," he says. He's fighting back a laugh or grin. He's losing both attempts. "You're really glittery."

"So are you," Bdubs points out.

"Mine's a squeaky clean skin," Grian tosses back. "My plumage would always look like this if I wasn't gathering messy resources and building all the time. What's your excuse?"

"Look at you! Coming on strong, poultry boy." Bdubs pushes through then, knocking Grian with his shoulder. Grian's apartment opens with the sitting area on the left - couch unoccupied - and the kitchen to the right. The floor's so shiny, it must've been freshly mopped. Or licked? Is there a mob that licks the floor? Maybe sniffers do that, though he's pretty sure there aren't any in New Star Station.

Grian's wearing socks striped red and white like candy canes. He shuts the door with a huff, then quips over his lifted wing muscle, "It's Poultry Man. But actually, it's not Poultry Man- Who's he?"

"Yeah, yeah…"

"You got a new lip scar."

"Wait- For real? It crossed over?" Bdubs' fingertips jump to his mouth. Sure enough, the vertical gash Impulse made with his sword curls from his upper lip across his bottom. Yikes. It glows white against his hand. "Well… This'll all blow over soon."

"It looks like a soul wound. Did you get-"

"It's fine!"

There are places to sit at both the bar counter and in the living area. Grian didn't specify a preference. Bdubs realizes in that moment he's never been invited to Grian's place as a proper guest before. He's glimpsed it. But usually when someone's way down at the end of phantom hour and squirreled away in a building, he sends Martyn to handle it. Bdubs hunts the streets on raw wing power, but Martyn's a specialist. When it comes to twisting through little gaps, he's the best they've ever had.

He makes a split-second decision and walks towards the living area. There's a white rug, a nice coffee table, and plenty of room to sprawl. "Hey, did'ya ever find out why we're playing early next session?"

"What?" Grian mutters, tapping after him on socked feet. Then, "Oh, no… I've no idea. It's my birthday, though. Maybe that's why?"

"Hm," says Bdubs. Back in 3rd Life, he sat out a session once for birthday-related reasons. Grian seems like he's thinking the same thing, because he pauses between the couch and an armchair, hands resting on them both.

"… You think I'll miss next week?"

"I mean, if it were my birthday, I'd prob'ly write a list of things I wanted my basing buddy to do. I'm just saying."

"Well, just because it's my birthday, it doesn't mean it's his birthday. And he's not really one to miss a recording."

Yeah, that's true. One time in Limited Life, Grian tried his best to cover when his boss wasn't feeling well enough to focus. It must've really wrecked their sync-cord too, 'cuz Grian kept coughing and lilting sideways like emotions and viruses were dogpiling from above.

Honestly, Grian jumped online long enough to establish a bare-bones presence, then crawled into free-cam and flew off to take a nap. Took ages to find him when the session wrapped up, but there was this whole other side to the map where no one was really basing, and eventually they found his purple parrot soul tucked in a tree with his head under one wing. Figures. Hopefully he'll just stay offline next time, or else call someone in to wear his skin for a day like Cleo and Pearl did when they knew they couldn't make it.

Anyway, Bdubs cocks his head. "Weird day to run the session early though, right? You might wanna write a list of materials or something I can grab in case you're gone. Maybe we need to move base."

Grian frowns, wandering his eyes across the sitting area. His cheeks look full and flushed in the lantern light. "I'd still like a break from building bases that'll just be exploded or burned. I think I'd know if he wasn't going to play, though… Although, Season 9 is ending. What if he's quitting Hermitcraft?"

"Oh, I'm sure that's not-"

The glow of Grian's eyes dims in panic, his energy needed elsewhere as his soul starts to squirm. "What if he's quitting the Life series? I mean, maybe he had a fight with someone. Maybe he yelled at his friend?" He takes to pacing. Bdubs follows with ticking eyes, not breathing a word. Grian always paces when he can't settle down. His fingers fold in front of his mouth. "Maybe he doesn't want me anymore. Bdubs, this might be it. If he's walking out on Minecraft for good, this could be the last night I ever come off AFK."

"I'm sure that's not true, G." He keeps his tone as kind as he can, hands resting in his pockets. At least he doesn't have to concentrate on keeping his wings down. It's just the tail, and that's easy to curl away so it doesn't flicker or misdirect. "It's the middle of a Life series. He's not gonna ditch you. I mean, think of the viewers!"

"I mean, he could. He could just walk out. Maybe he's dying. Or maybe he wants Two to jump in and cover for me." Grian looks down at his body then and rubs his palms across his chest. A pulse of purple sparks darts across his wings, then fizzles out. Bdubs tilts his head, but doesn't jump in. Grian's not gonna want someone baby-talking him while he's flickering. "You know, I… I think he's probably moving bases out there. And he's been playing a lot of Phasmophobia. Maybe New Star's not going to recognize me as a Minecraft player much longer. I mean, that's what happened to Netty, right? Except for her, it was Sims."

"He's prob'ly just wrapping up obligations so he can say good-bye to Season 9 and plan for Season 10. We have meetings and paperwork down here. I bet they have do that kind of stuff out there too. He's got friends and a wife. You wanna talk? I mean, I'm not gonna have solutions, but maybe you can walk me through your feelings."

"He has a wife." Grian sounds… dazed. Shell-shocked. Like he's been clinging to a rope for a little too long and someone just came through and sliced it clean with a Sharpness II netherite sword. Uh. This isn't news to him, right? "He's married. Do you think he has a kid? Maybe I'm a dad. Well, maybe he's a dad… I guess I won't be one unless I want to be. Maybe that's why it's been a struggle to focus on Season 9. Bdubs, you have kids, right?"

Bdubs blinks. "Huh? Yeah. I mean… yeah, my beloved does." You guys all know that, right? His beloved's kids don't have their own accounts yet. Probably someday will, and then Bdubs will do what Impulse and Jewel did and request the newbie to move to New Star, like they did with the other two. They're expecting a third pretty soon, I think. He shrugs. Golly, it's weightless without his wings. "I get emotion bleed from 'em sometimes; they play on my account. I can tell 'em apart. They're sweet."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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arialerendeair · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

Both @teejaystumbles and @spockandthings tagged me in this, so let's get it done!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I just recently posted up my 668 work on Ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

5,129,415 words!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Sandman!! But I also dabble in other fandoms, including Shadowhunters, Supernatural, and a few others!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In general- 1. Never Judge A Shadowhunter By Their Scent - 4,712 2. The New York Shadow Market (Featuring Protective Alec Lightwood) - 3,262 3. Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF - 3,252 4. A Curse, A Choice, A Claim - 3,031 5. A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - 2,887 In Sandman- 1. Hopes & Dreams - 2,482 2. The Art of Seduction Via Longbow - 1,657 3. The Price - 1,220 4. A Husband, A Consort, A Nightmare - 1,089 5. Dreams Make Living Worthwhile - 1,022

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Indeed I do - sometimes months later (as a whole hell of a lot of people know right now from my comment reply spree, lol), but yes! I love taking the time to say thank you - even if you left an emoji - it made me smile and I feel like I should thank you for that!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

With the angstiest ENDING? (I'm a HEA stan, so hold on, this'll take a second.) Probably Learning to Say Goodbye - which has an open/hopeful ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HAPPIEST ending? All of them. Oh man. I don't even know. What do you consider the happiest ending? The Titanic AU - Make It Count (which has the happiest possible ending)? Hopefully - My Hope of the Endless series? (And that's just in the Sandman fandom!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, yup! I tend not to as a whole, but it has definitely happened!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes. What kind? Uh. Well. Everything from the schmoopiest first time possible to all-orifices fucking with magical tentacles, sooo? All of it?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY AND WILL WRITE SO MANY MORE. The craziest crossover I ever wrote is a 5-fandom crossover - set in the Sandman universe. I pulled in characters from the Hades Game, Supernatural, Shadowhunters, and Good Omens in and had all of them face off against Hell! The War for the Dreaming

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Unfortunately, yes, multiple times. I wish that on no person.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A great many, in multiple fandoms!! Shout out to awesome co-authors who keep me sane!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Omg I can't pick a FAVORITE. I've had so many over the years, I don't know if I ever could truly pick a favorite. Malec probably comes pretty damn close though, all things considered.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Candy Coated Nightmare. I want to finish it from the perspective of wanting to finish the story - but when the original creator of the gif story quit the fandom due to their work being stolen and stopped the project - finishing the story without them didn't seem right. So while I want to finish it to finish the story - I never will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've learned how to hack my ADHD brain and trigger hyperfocus whenever I want using a writing software. Which means I can write very obscene amounts of words, very quickly. (Also experience - I've been doing this for 23+ years now.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing and research. I hate editing, so none of my fics receive more than a cursory read-through at best. And having to heavily research a fic is what kills my enthusiasm for it faster than anything else, so I avoid it at all costs and make up things as I go along whenever that is an option.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love the idea - but i think you gotta use the AO3 feature that allows you to put the translation when you click/hover over it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wheeew, we're going back to 2004, okay. Gundam Wing was my first ever fandom I wrote for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

How the hell am I supposed to pick? I love Make It Count because that fic (all 120k) wrote itself. I love Together We Soar because it was the first long fic I wrote myself. (Long for me, anyways.) I love Alexander is Endlessly Surprising because I wrote 2 full sets of the Oldest Game and I thought I did an AWESOME job. I love The War for the Dreaming because it was an insane undertaking and I managed it. I love Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF because it introduced my favorite OC of all time - Oberon Onyx. So many more I could name, but I'll leave it there, at least for now!

Tagging @moorishflower, @cuubism, @blueberrymffn, @seiya-starsniper and anyone else who wants to participate!!

#Aria Posts #Tag Game #Thank you for the tags y'all

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underratedandoverit · 1 year ago

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Maybe One Day You'll Become That Star (1/?)

Kip has never wanted anything more in his life than to study magic and become a real wizard, no matter what it takes, no matter the hurdles he has to overcome to achieve that dream. So when a chance to study under one of the most prestige wizards in the country rises, he's more than ready to jump on it. But could it be that there's something else he finds himself fascinated with, even more than the magic itself under the apprenticeship of this intriguingly odd wizard…?

Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (eventually). Slow romance. Modern with magic AU.

Kris Statlander makes a cameo in the first part, Chris Brookes is mentioned. Most likely we'll be seeing more of Best Friends and Penelope as well.

On AO3 here

I'm an absolute beginner with anything in the realm of even slight fantasy, so please bear with me while I try to learn how to do this. This concept was just too cute and too good to pass up, so I'm willing to try to get out of my comfort zone to create some more magical fluff. Hopefully this'll only be a few parter and it's not gonna suck complete ass ajsndjkas Also thank you @midnightpretenders0 for this idea and being the amazing moral support I needed to get to writing this, couldn't have done it without you 💜

@stormbornpirate

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Clutching his belongings against his chest, Kip scanned the door standing almost threateningly in front of him. He had honestly lost track of time for how long he had been standing there, trying to build up courage to give the door a knock and get this over with. He was here by his own will, so why was this so hard to do? He was sure the people passing him by on the busy street were staring at this point, so many of them wondering what he was so nervous about, how long he had been there, what he was waiting for, even if they just observed him for barely a few seconds while walking by.

Kip wasn’t sure what kind of a reaction he was going to get, if he ever managed to get himself to go through with this in the first place. He wasn’t an expected guest in this place, he wasn’t going to be a customer, he wasn’t… Well, it was probably a shorter list to mention what he was. Or what he was hoping to be, hoping to become by coming here.

And Kip wasn’t sure if the great wizard that occupied this residence even wanted to have an apprentice, let alone someone like him.

Straightening his suit jacket, hoping that he looked much braver and put together than he actually was on the inside with his nerves going absolutely crazy, Kip finally reached a hand towards the door. The balled fist stopped inches away from the wooden surface though, making him second guess it once again. Was this the right move? Was this really what he wanted, what he was meant to do? He had already flubbed his chance once before, despite thinking he was ready for it, so what good would this do to him? What proof did he have that he was made for this, that someone like an actual wizard would even want to see him, let alone consider teaching him anything?

Kip pulled his hand back, pulling the notebook he was holding with the other hand even tighter against his chest. This was ridiculous. He had no idea why he had even listened to Chris about this. Sure the man knew how much Kip wanted to study magic, how much something like this meant to him, but to take his advice, advice from someone that had no idea how any of this actually worked. Sure as a performer Chris sometimes worked with wizards and magicians and what have you, but that didn’t mean he had an idea what actually studying under one would take. Or how that stuff would be approached. Or anything outside of how it all related to the show business.

It had been a mistake to listen to him in the first place, and yet somehow Kip had convinced himself to try out Chris’ stupid advice. And now he was here. Standing in front of a door leading to the residence of the greatest wizard, at least according to Chris, on this side of the country. Having no idea what to do or how to actually proceed with this plan that he didn’t really even have in the first place.

He tried to remember what Chris had said. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Kip had to admit, in that line of thinking he was right. The worst thing he could hear is ‘no’, or the door wouldn’t open up to him in the first place. He didn’t gain anything by not trying, that much was for sure.

But at the same time, he had already failed once before. How bad was it going to hurt the second time, especially if he went through so much extra effort for this? This wasn’t like the first time, this time he had no competition, and while this wasn’t a magical school of very high prestige that was extremely difficult to get into, this was something so much more, something much more personal, something ever more important to him. And while some people could claim that Kip had nothing to lose, he also had everything to gain from him. Which was maybe even scarier to him, if he was being honest.

Swallowing hard, Kip finally pushed the intruding thoughts aside, raising his hand up and knocking on the door. The sound wasn’t that loud, but it felt like it took over every other sound of the busy street behind him, swallowing him into the inevitable wait mode, just having Kip now stare at the door in anticipation, hoping that something, anything, would happen. The end result at this point was irrelevant, as long as someone would answer the knock and he would see at least a glimpse of another person at this point was all he cared about.

At least then he could convince himself that he tried, if nothing else.

Kip waited for a moment. Then another. A third. He was slowly starting to grow impatient, not really having prepared for this. Was the knock not loud enough? Would he be heard if he knocked again, or was he ignored on purpose and the second knock would just be seen as annoying and thus dooming him from any even minor amounts of success in this quest he had set himself on? Maybe there was just nobody home? Did he even have the right address, was he hundred percent sure someone lived here?

With one hand fidgeting with the corner of the cover of his notebook, Kip waited for a while longer. He didn’t hear any indications coming from inside that someone was even there. Maybe he had come here at the wrong time, the wrong day, or something.

Maybe this was a sign for him to give up on this crazy, silly dream of his finally. It seemed like the second disappointment had been inevitable, and while the saying was that third time was the charm, Kip wasn’t sure if he was able to handle this kind of disappointment after getting all of his hopes up one more time after all the efforts he had already gone through multiple times.

Finally letting out a breath he had been holding for a while, Kip leaned down, grabbing his little bag in his hand. He didn’t have a lot with him, he could find a place to crash before heading back home tomorrow. Traveling back home was a whole day's worth of struggle, but this was the best place he could have come, honestly. This is where Chris had directed him, saying this is where he could find the best wizard on this side of the country that could potentially help him, and yet…

Once again, Kip wasn’t sure why he had listened to him. Sure this was something he wanted, almost desperately so, but the amount of effort probably wasn’t worth it in the end. Trying to repair the damage he had done with the previous mess up wasn’t worth it. Traveling all this way just to knock on a door that wasn’t going to open for him wasn’t worth it.

Him trying so hard to convince himself that he was going to be a wizard wasn’t worth it, and it obviously wasn’t going to happen. And Kip just had to take the defeat and accept his fate finally.

As he turned on his heels to leave, Kip finally heard the lock on the door click. He froze in place as the wooden door opened with a soft creak, feeling the soft breeze of warm air rush outside through the doorway, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as it pushed past him. Kip could feel the eyes on his back, the air around him suddenly very expecting, waiting for him to turn around and face the fate that he came here to chase in the first place.

As much as he didn’t want to, this was the reason he was here now. This was the moment Kip had been waiting for. He straightened up a little, inhaling deeply before spinning around on his heels.

Kip wasn’t sure what he had expected, but getting face to face with a blond man roughly around his age, maybe slightly older, definitely wasn’t it. Kip had been expecting someone older, more magnificent, someone that actually looked like a wizard and definitely not… A man dressed mostly in denim wearing sunglasses on his face indoors.

…Fuck. Maybe he already had an apprentice.

Taking in another deep breath as he could feel the pair of eyes behind those sunglasses stare at him expectantly, Kip put on the most polite and friendly smile he possibly could, hoping that it didn’t look as fake as he felt it did in this situation. The blond didn’t seem to care as he just slowly, and surprisingly casually, leaned against the door frame, hands getting stuffed into the pockets of his jeans after brushing a few rogue coils of hair away from his face.

“You know the door was open, right? You didn’t need to knock. And we also have a doorbell.”

Kip wasn’t sure who this fellow was, but honestly he was slowly starting to irk him. The clearly carefree attitude, no respect for a proper attire for a man in his position – whatever that might have been, Kip knew denim was the wrong choice either way, especially compared to the effort he had put into picking out a suit for this very specific occasion – sunglasses indoors, among so many other things that were just wrong. He didn’t fit into this setting, inside this house, into the life Kip was envisioning for himself here instead. He–

“So did you actually need something or…?” Even his manner of speaking was so lazy that Kip had to hold himself back from snorting. They denied him a chance and a position in a prestigious dream school of his, but here was this dork living his dream instead. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Yes, actually.” Kip couldn’t help but to sound just a tad bit annoyed. As if he had gone all this way here to be treated like this, to be put in a position like this. With feelings like this. The blond just nodded at him, not asking any further questions. “Okay. Come in.”

Kip blinked at him a couple of times, slightly stunned. Was there really no vetting process in this place, anyone could just waltz in with whatever into the residence of a great wizard if they just said they had some business here? Maybe Chris had lied to him, to make fun of him, to lead him to a wild goose chase of a supposedly great teacher, only to land him in the house of some F grade street magician. Kip should have known, it was very on par with the kind of people Chris spent his time with anyways, it wouldn’t have surprised him if Chris would think this was what Kip wanted.

Still, something about this whole situation, this whole place, and especially this blond man that was now motioning him to follow him inside the building was intriguing to him. It was all so odd that it almost came full circle for him, that maybe there actually was something magical going on around here. After all, if everything was correct, this still was a residence of a rather magical man.

Kip nodded carefully, following the other man inside. The door slowly closed behind him, making Kip jump a little as he heard it click shut, eyes shooting over his shoulder towards it. He should have known; everything around here did feel magical now that he was inside, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to him if the door was enchanted or something. And yet it still somehow caught him off guard. Eyes shooting back forward, Kip’s nervous hands were picking on the corners of his notebook again, trying to calm his nerves as he wasn’t really sure what to expect now that he was inside the place. The place he had dreamed for so long to be in.

As he took in his surroundings, it slowly dawned on him that the lower floor of the building seemed to be some sort of a magical shop. Long and tall shelves lined up most of the wall space, filled with books and familiar looking magical items and what Kip assumed to be enchanted tokens of all sorts, each set in their own shelves, sorted based on their different qualities. Few tables were set under the windows facing out to the street he had just been on, lined with various potions and elixirs that most seemed familiar to him, just the usual stuff. The storefront itself wasn’t anything special, Kip was assuming most of this was just a convenient side business on the side of actual magic that was performed here by the owner.

Speaking of which…

Kip looked around him, eyes landing on the blond who had moved to now sit behind the desk at the back of the store, checking over some books set on it. Maybe he was just a helping hand, Kip had hard time believing a hard practicing wizard, or even his apprentice, had a lot of time to keep up with a store of this size along with everything else. Kip breathed a sigh of relief, laughing in his mind at how silly he had been before. Of course this guy wasn’t going to be a practicing wizard, or even if he was, at least not an apprentice of any sort. Like, look at him. He looked like he could care less where he was or that he was surrounded by magical items from the floor to the ceiling on almost all sides, he was probably only in it for the money and nothing else. Kip knew his kind, the lazy type that barely cared about anything in this life. He probably didn’t even know what this store actually was about, he was just here because nobody else would hire him to do even the easiest jobs imaginable.

With a new found confidence and a smile climbing its way on his lips, Kip approached the desk with a slight spring in his step. The blond didn’t look up at him until Kip had actually stopped right in front of the desk, looming slightly over him as he got an expecting look back, still through the sunglasses. Kip wasn’t sure how he was able to see so well with those on indoors, the store was already very dim, only being lit up with a few candles and some of the natural sunlight that managed to make its way through the heavy curtains hanging by the windows. Even he had a hard time seeing at first, so Kip couldn’t even guess how it all looked through tinted lenses the blond was wearing.

“So were you looking for something specific that I could help you with?”

That he could help him with. Kip held back a snort, feeling almost insulted by the question. He might have failed in his life before, almost masterfully so if he was being honest, but even he didn’t need help when it came to magic from a man who clearly had no ambitions in such a field, or life in general. Lowering the notebook from his hand on the desk in front of him, Kip leaned one hand against the desk, leaning slightly over it towards the other man, who didn’t seem to mind this move from him at all as he just kept staring.

“Nothing you could help me with.” Kip watched as he nodded, but saw the slight, clearly confused tuck on the corner of the blond’s brow at his statement. “I’m here to see the great wizard that owns this place. So if you could get him for me, I would appreciate that.”

The man watched him quietly for a moment, Kip trying to keep up the confident exterior that he had finally found. He knew he was going to be fumbling over his words when he actually got face to face with the man he was here to meet, so this was the downtime before that he had to calm his nerves and try to keep himself collected, hoping to carry at least some of that feeling with him later. Kip knew exactly what he wanted, he knew what he was here for, and this was the time he was going to get it. He wasn’t going to lose anything by asking for this, it was a bigger loss if he now turned and walked away because he didn’t like the attitude this one single man that was standing in his way was giving to him.

And hell, if someone like this ignorant fool was able to be inside this building, handling this sort of business, there was nothing stopping an actual talented, passionate young lad like Kip himself from achieving that as well, and even more.

“…Okay,” the blond finally shrugged, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. Kip watched him, the man just standing behind the desk for a moment before he sat back down. Kip furrowed his brows at him in confusion, the man responding by taking off his sunglasses, crossing his arms on the desk and leaning over them, never breaking eye contact with Kip as he did.

“How can I help you?”

Kip stared at him, not taking in this bit whatsoever. “Is… Is this a joke? Are you making fun of me?” The other man shook his head, the blue eyes still not looking away from Kip as he did. “I said I wanted to speak to the owner. Your boss.”

“Yeah, and I’m asking how I can help you.”

“This is ridiculous, what --”

Kip couldn’t finish his sentence as the front door was slammed open, making him jump a little. Both pairs of eyes shot towards it, a woman striding in the store through the now open doorway. She glanced around the place quickly, eyes landing on the two of them, her steps directing towards the desk. Kip took a hesitant step to the side as she didn’t seem to slow down at all, not even stopping to look him over as she slammed her hands on the desk, eyes locked on the blond sitting behind it.

“Cass! It worked! It’s perfect!” She pointed at her hair, Kip’s eyes traveling from the side of her excited face to the hair, seeing the shiny blue color on the whole left side of it framing her face. The blond behind the desk nodded, Kip seeing the first real smile crossing his lips since he had started interacting with him. It was brief, but continued all the way up to his eyes as he watched the excited woman talk to him, showing off her apparently new hair color. Kip couldn’t help but look on, almost mesmerized, at the sight of the odd duo continuing an equally odd interaction with one another.

“The boys didn’t think you could do it but look at this,” she stated, spinning a coil of her freshly colored blue hair around her finger, pulling it slightly away from her face to stare at it in clear awe. “They will be so jealous when they see this. Chuck is going to freak out for sure, it’s going to be amazing.”

The man chuckled, Kip’s eyes almost instinctively traveling back to him. He was fully smiling now, obviously comfortable around this odd woman who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but who he clearly knew very well. He was listening to her go on and on about the hair, the extremely good quality of it, the magic tied to it; him just nodding along with a smile plastered all over his face, proud that someone appreciated the work that had been done.

Almost like she finally realized that Kip existed, the woman looked towards him as she finally quieted the gushing down a little bit, glancing him quickly up and down. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“No, you’re good, Kris,” the blond shook his head before Kip had a chance to reply, gathering a glare from him. “Did you need more of the blend? I can make a few more.”

“Oh, yeah, if you could,” she smiled, turning back towards the man behind the desk. “I have a few other requests so I can come over tomorrow for them? I have a whole list of colors and placements I would like to try if you can make them.”

The blond chuckled, though Kip could have sworn he sounded slightly insulted at Kris’ words. “Of course I can. Just let me know what you need. I have some more of the blue from the last batch though so let me get that for you.”

She nodded, both her and Kip watching as the blond disappeared through the door behind the desk, which Kip assumed to be the storage room of the shop. As soon as the other man was away from his field of vision, Kip turned towards the woman, offering her a quick smile as he pointed at the blue streak in her hair.

“Could I, uh, see the hair?”

Kris beamed at him, handing the coil towards him enthusiastically, obviously being more than happy to show off this magical work that had been done. Kip examined the coils carefully, admiring the excellent craftsmanship that had taken place to produce such an incredible product, being nearly unrecognizable as a magical creation to the untrained eye. Which, of course he didn’t have, so it was easy for him to spot such a top notch enchanted creation.

“This is incredible,” he mumbled, observing the shiny color of the hair carefully as he turned it around in his hand. “The color is amazing, the shine makes it look so real, it’s almost indistinguishable from regular dye. Like this… This is art.”

“And lasts twice as long without a messy fade or destroying the hair,” the other man piped up as he walked back in, lowering a jar filled with something blue and slightly luminescent on the desk from his hands. Kip let the hair fall from his grasp as he straightened back up, watching as Kris reached for the jar, pulling it close to her chest as she continued to beam at both of them. “Also a custom made color. I can hook you up too if you need a refresher on that platinum of yours.”

Kip could feel a soft blush creeping on his cheeks, brushing a quick hand through his hair trying to rid of the nervous energy as the conversation had suddenly turned back to him. He knew it had been a while since he had his hair recolored, sure, but it wasn’t that bad, right? The roots couldn’t have been pushing out too badly already, he would have noticed that, being as particular about the way he looked on the outside as he was. “No need, I-I’m good.”

The blond shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He turned his attention back to Kris, sending her a little smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the rest then?”

“Yeah! I’ll stop by at some point, thanks Orange!”

She turned on her heels, with a nice spring in her step almost skipping her way back out of the store. Kip watched after her, his head slightly spinning at this odd interaction he had witnessed, before her last words slowly crept their way into his mind. Brows furrowing, he looked back towards the blond who had taken a seat behind the desk again, currently fitting the sunglasses back on his face before looking back up at Kip.

“Orange…?”

The man shrugged, running a lazy hand through his hair. “Yeah? That is my name.”

Orange… Orange. Why did such an odd name also sound so weirdly familiar to Kip? And more importantly, who the hell gets named after a color, let alone a fruit? At the same time?

“That is the name that’s on the mailbox outside. Orange Cassidy. Considering how long you were out there earlier I figured you would have seen it.”

No… No, that wasn’t it, there was some other context where Kip had heard such a weird name before. It was off the walls enough that he remembered it, not every day you met someone named after a fruit or a color. And yet, he was struggling to place it anywhere specific while trying to ignore the other man’s sassy remarks about his behavior from earlier.

“Anyways… You’ve been here for a while. Did you need help with something or…?”

Kip snapped back to the moment at hand, blinking blankly at the blond a couple of times before quickly nodding, as if he finally remembered again what his true mission here was. He couldn’t get derailed by minor details such as this, there was something much more important he was here for.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted to talk to your boss. The great wizard Orange--”

Before he could get the full name out of his mouth, Kip froze in place. All of a sudden everything made sense, the color flushing from his face as his eyes widened in horror as the realization was finally setting in. He could so vividly see the name Chris had scribbled down to his notebook for reference alongside the address where to find him, the one he deemed to be the best wizard he could find from a reasonable travel distance away.

And right next to the name, drawn the little orange fruit that Chris had thought at the time was such a funny little joke to make, considering the name.

…Oh no.

“I-I, uh, I… Um.”

The blond watched him patiently, clearly seeing Kip struggling to form words as the true nature of the situation was creeping up on him, how everything was slowly starting to make sense to him. The attitude he was getting back from the man with the sunglasses, the way he was dressed and yet handled the entire store, the whole exchange with Kris and the quality of the work done for her… Everything was falling into place, and the realization Kip was having as he was coming to terms with how he had acted earlier was catching up with him, having him finally face the consequences of it all, but especially his own actions up to this point.

Cassidy looked at him, just waiting. Watching him. Observing the nerves getting better of him as Kip fidgeted with his hands, wide eyes now shooting around the room, trying to find something interesting and calming enough to look at as he was trying to reassess the situation at hand. Situation that he had created himself, unintentionally it seemed, but it was still more or less Kip’s fault that he was in this predicament right now.

“So… Can I actually do anything for you or…?”

Kip tensed up immediately, wide eyes landing on the blond. He couldn’t read the expression behind the sunglasses, but the air was thick, filled with expectations Kip wasn’t sure he was going to be able to fill. He quickly glanced down at his feet, spotting the bag he had lowered there earlier, flicking the switch on in his brain. Reaching down for his belonging, Kip pulled the bag into his hands, eyes landing back on Cassidy again for a brief second one more time.

“Sorry, I-I gotta go.”

Turning on his heels Kip rushed out of the store, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he didn’t turn to look back to see if the blond was calling out after him or anything, he just pushed out the door as fast as possible.

Cassidy didn’t move from his spot, just stared blankly after the Brit as Kip was suddenly gone from his view. The silence fell back into the dim little shop as the door closed shut after him, leaving Cassidy alone there to ponder over what had just happened. He had to admit this wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last one either, when someone had made such a mistake, thinking he wasn’t who he really was. But there was something about the way this particular man had dealt with it all, probably the most disrespectful he had ever witnessed.

Slowly his eyes moved down to the desk in front of him, a brow slightly raising as he spotted the notebook that didn’t belong to him, the one thing Kip had left behind him in his rush to get out of the store and away from him as quickly as possible.

#fic #fic: maybe one day you'll become that star #ship: orangekip #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #character: kris statlander #setting: modern with magic au #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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writingboutbrainrot · 2 months ago

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All of Me Loaves All of You

[this'll eventually be on ao3 and i'll switch this blurb to a link, but i didn't know there was a waitlist for signing up and i didn't see a point in having an account until i revived my want to write this thing i started about 9 years ago and only wrote a prologue and one chapter for that i just kept editing and never adding to]

So anyway here's Wonderwall some Louigan slow burn that I will now have to commit to finishing because I saw there's still breath in the community and wanted to join in....

He looked at her as if it were the first time. As if he hadn’t met her 14 years ago, when they began a lifelong rivalry. As if he hadn’t seen her nearly every day for the past 5 years, working together at her dad’s burger joint.

In a way, he did think of this as the first time. At least, this was the first time he saw her as someone other than the little girl whose bunny hat he took; the little girl who dropped a rotten melon on him and almost got his grungy teenage armpit in her face in return, the little girl who engaged in a snow war with him and yet still helped him when all the girl-jocks of his school were ready to pummel him in ice.

Standing at the bottom of the Belcher house steps in a simple green blouse and black dress pants, hair done up sans hat in a way that accentuated a face that’s been subtly changing, she looked more like a woman. He must’ve forgotten how to blink, because soon she was glaring at him.

“Don’t you say a thing Logan or I swear I’ll-” her threat was cut short by her mother’s own warning.

“Louise, be on your best behavior today.”

The way both Belcher women had their arms crossed and wore admonishing looks could almost be considered comical. The younger broke first, a hand coming up to her chest as she gasped in mock hurt.

“Mother, I am always on my best behavior.” She batted her lashes, Logan wondering when they got so long, as Linda grunted.

“I mean it Miss Missy. This is Tina’s rehearsal dinner, we want this to go as smoothly as possible.”

Before anyone else could say anything, Bob made his way down the stairs. He was still fussing with his tie and grumbling by the time his feet touched the ground floor. Linda gave a small smile as she stepped toward him. Her hands were up and reaching for the tie before she even spoke,

“Here Bobby, let me.”

Finding the simple exchange endearing, Logan grinned to himself. He risked another glance at Louise. The youngest Belcher was fidgeting with a stray bit of curled hair. Logan guessed she was trying to avoid the emotions involved in the scene, she never was one for sappy things. Before she could notice his gaze, Logan switched to looking at a suddenly interesting wallpaper peeling.

“Alriiight, let’s go rehearse that dinner!” Linda soon cheered.

“Lin that’s not what..nevermind,” Bob muttered as he quickly thought better than to try and correct his wife.

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The rest of the night went more smoothly than any Belcher-related event had ever gone. Louise hoped that meant tomorrow would go just as good, despite it all being a love-fest. She may have a healthy dislike for these kinds of things, but she loved her sister and thought she deserved all the happiness she could get.

Zeke’s family actually wasn’t that bad. A few rowdy kids like he had been, but nothing she had trouble handling. What had been a problem for Louise was the guy who seemed to be staring at her all night. She had no idea what Logan’s problem was, but with her mother’s warning hanging over her head she hadn’t been able to confront him. Therefore she was happy to be back in the safehaven of her bedroom hours later.

Tomorrow probably won’t be any better, she thought as she looked up at her ceiling. In some cruel twist of fate, she and Logan had been chosen as the maid of honor and the best man. Louise tried her best to talk Gene into her nemesis’s place, but he was content with his role as flower bearer/dj.

“Can’t do the music and dance to it at the same time Lou, so no can do.” As she recalled her large brother’s words, Louise felt her face scrunch up. Damn him.

And damn Jimmy Jr for having to be across the country last minute. She was going to be just fine having to do some menial tasks with her sister’s old flame, but noooo he got invited to feature at some prestigious dance seminar. He thought about turning it down to support his friends, but both of them had insisted this would be big for him. That was when Logan walked in for work and Zeke jumped to ask him to stand in. With all three giving him puppy dog eyes, the blonde found it hard to turn down such a big role.

Now she was going to have to dance with that stupid, smug not-so-rich-now boy and do her best to avoid his stupid, smug face. They’d be in close proximity and she wouldn’t be able to slap him for any of the various reasons she would normally find. She would have to be around Logan for hours. With not too many other things to do to distract herself. She’d have to sit there and her mind would fill with wishes of him complimenting her on how grown up she looked, how nice she cleaned up, saying anything to show that he realized she wasn’t a kid anymore.

Oh shut UP Louise Belcher! You do NOT care about that scuzzbag and how he feels about you. You’re just being a gross and hormonal person. Stop it!

The young woman berated herself for letting her thoughts get out of hand. Heaving a sigh, she threw an arm over her face and thought back to when Logan started working at the restaurant...

She’d recently graduated and turned eighteen, opting to take online courses for business rather than leave her family like some other traitor siblings. With only three people, the workload would sometimes become a little much. That’s why Bob had been so quick to hire Logan Barry Bush even against his daughter’s instant protests. The youth had recently come back from his own college exploits, but wasn’t quite ready to go into the work his parents laid out for him. Louise had been adamant about not hiring her arch-nemesis and was ready to start pelting him with condiment bottles the moment he walked in.

In fact, she’d had a bottle in her hand, arm back as soon as she heard the bell alert the family to the open door..only to freeze when she saw him. After the seconds it took her to take in how he’d filled out over the past seven years; taller, more broad, light scruff covering a jaw that had gotten more defined..the mustard bottle made contact with Logan’s face.

Louise watched as the bottle bounced from that face and landed in his hands. Her dark brown eyes went wide as he looked from the bottle to her and smirked.

“Guess you heard, huh Four Ears?” he said while gently tossing the bottle. After catching the bottle again he lifted the counter and officially invaded the most sacred space Louise had.

“Yo Mr. B!” he called without a second glance at the teen.

Louise watched in horror as Logan waltzed to the back and greeted her dad with a high five. She angrily wiped down the counter while listening to the banter.

“Logan! It’s nice to have you back,” she heard Bob say. Her face scrunched up as she mocked him, head tilting from side to side. “So you got your master’s? Congratulations.”

“Yeah I did, thanks. Cynthia wouldn’t pay for anything unless I did, something about wanting me to go into a cousin’s business. But since she paid in full already-” Ooof course she did. “-I figured I was free to cut ties.”

“Gene mentioned some of that. I was surprised when he said you were interested in coming back here.”

Louise gripped her rag and gritted her teeth as Logan replied, “Just thought it’d be a good place to try some of the things I learned in culinary classes.”

Bob’s excitement was so obvious, Louise wanted to gag. “You took culinary classes?”

Why don’t you just marry the man? she sneered as she scrubbed an imaginary spot on the counter - ignoring the plenty of actual spots.

Logan laughed and Louise felt her gut clench. “I needed something to cut through the horror of the other business majors.”

The bell jingled again and Louise had never been happier to see Teddy. She called out for a burger of the day before the handyman sat down. Bob could be heard going over the process with the newest burger flipper.

“Bob, Bob you have a new worker?” Teddy asked while leaning to see the kitchen.

“Yes Teddy,” Bob called back.

“Who is it Bobby? Anyone I know?”

Louise loudly groaned. Before the conversation could continue Logan showed his stupid face while putting the burger on the counter.

“Order up Four Ears,” he said, looking smug. Then he turned his attention to Teddy and finger gunned at him. “Long time no see Teddo.”

Louise. Rolled. Her. Eyes. And. Screamed.

Teddy, on the other hand, slapped the counter and gave a singular “HA!” while not noticing the girl’s outburst.

“Teddo, I LOVE it. Bob, call me Teddo from now on. Ahhh..who is this again?”

Louise couldn’t take it. She stormed out the restaurant while still wishing the door could slam.

She was sick to her stomach, obviously, at the idea of her worst enemy working in her most sacred restaurant and getting buddy-buddy with her dad and Teddy, and no one had even noticed. The sheer audacity!

The Release the Bracken burger sat on the bar for minutes before Teddy realized Louise never gave it to him.

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#louigan #bob's burgers #louise belcher x logan bush #louise belcher/logan bush #bobs burgers #bob's burgers fanfic #starmoth's writing

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Regarding Fandom Gift Exchanges

(UPDATE - 10/10 2024 - With the Felannie Exchange under its new management, my boycott has come to an end. While I still abstain from fic exchanges for the reasons entailed below, this means an end to my fandom vacations as well as my being able to read exchange fics again. Do note, however, this'll still come with caveats -- please read this post for more details.)

Regardless, for context, I'll be leaving much of the following post intact. Updates are applied where applicable.)

Hey, all! Fair warning: there's fandom drama afoot in this post, but as I'd like to elaborate upon a leave of absence next month, it's kinda an unavoidable subject. If you'd rather skip all that, just know I'll be gone from 2/7-2/21. Hit me up on Discord if you'd like!

So, for those not in the know, I'll be taking a two-week vacation from fandom beginning next Wednesday (2/7). About twice a year or so, I disengage from the hustle and bustle of fanfiction to recharge my batteries, annnnnd this'll be one of those times. For clarification, this means I won't be around Tumblr/Bluesky during this time, so in case you notice I've dropped off the face of the internet, well, now you know why.

For those wondering, yes, this means I'm not participating in the Felannie fic exchange; actually, I'll be upfront and admit this timing's no coincidence, because you won't see me participate in any fic exchange events. Ever.

Why's that? As it happens, I entered said fic exchange some years ago -- my very first one, in fact -- and it was nothing less than an unmitigated disaster that not only completely destroyed my faith in the exchange process but very nearly ruined fandom for me. Having come off a miserable year-long adjustment period to fandom -- wherein I felt unappreciated and unwelcome in the unfamiliar realm of AO3 -- it became apparent I had to set some hard boundaries if I were to continue writing fanfiction; unfortunately, this is one such measure, and I don't foresee it going away anytime soon.

I'm sure some of you are curious about what happened; honestly, I'm hesitant to get into the "why" if only because I'd rather not ruffle any feathers on old grudges (as you'll see below, I hold an certain opinion that I know has set people off in the past), but as there's certain layers to this particular boundary, I feel it's necessary to provide some context. To summarize in three points:

1. I'm Not Being Ghosted Again. During that exchange, I spent two whole months writing a gift for a recipient I'd never met. This piece -- Waking Dream, which I still consider my Felannie masterpiece -- grew beyond my wildest dreams. It was like I was possessed: I could only watch as my fingers danced on the keyboard, typing out idea after idea, cracked gag after gag, illustrated metaphor after metaphor -- all breathed into life as a three-chapter 15k fic.

An epic fake-romance-turned-real. My very best work. Penned even under the rigors of my father's (thankfully treatable) cancer diagnosis. Meticulously designed word-by-word with, to their blessing, alterations to the recipient's original request. Daydreaming day and night of how much they'd love it. All this for someone I never knew, and my recipient responded to my passion by ghosting me.

Given the whole "year of misery" thing I just mentioned, you can imagine the heartbreak I endured.

Writing fanfic is already a stressful risk -- no one idea's guaranteed to find an audience, and it's a huge struggle molding any idea into the written word. With that in mind, the gift exchange's additional burden of expecting someone to express the basic courtesy to thank you is too unhealthy of an ask, and I'm absolutely not risking that outcome again because some asshole doesn't know when to cut ties with fandom fatigue. It's one thing to say there's little one can do about it, but regardless of the circumstances, it magnifies loneliness/rejection in what should otherwise be a celebratory event and that's just an unacceptable outcome no matter how you slice it.

2. Anonymity and I Are A No-Go. (Warning: Hot Take Alert!) While I respect the idea of post-reveal anonymity on the grounds that it provides private writers an "in" with these events, I personally don't care for the practice and I'll be quite frank in how its general treatment as an unspoken rule directly contradicts how these events are marketed. (Putting it this way: why bother with the guessing game mystery when such cases slip through the cracks after the fact? Just rip the band-aid off and be open about it so people know what they're getting into.)

To make this absolutely clear: people's reason for privacy are their own, and I don't begrudge them for that choice. But as someone who regularly struggles with fandom anxiety, I view the appeal of such events as natural avenues to bond with the community -- be it solidifying familiar bonds or making new friends -- and it's only natural to expect as much given how all that's baked into the concept. (Not to mention the thrill of the mystery.) I recognize how cold and entitled this may sound, but I simply can't meet that goal with an anon gift.

Needless to say, having just come off the ghosting sh*t, I wasn't thrilled this wasn't divulged beforehand. I'd elaborate on how things escalated -- I don't think I need to describe why "I'm not interested in sharing that rule and I'm sorry you didn't consider that beforehand" is a hollow, unempathetic apology displaying a shocking lack of humility and responsibility -- but while I won't pretend I handled that fiasco perfectly, there are reasons why I can't get into detail.

We can argue all day over what, exactly, a fic exchange entails, but the point here is that like anyone else, I'm not one to enjoy having the rug pulled under at the very last minute. Call me invasive if you must, but it's not my job to deduce unspoken caveats and I don't apologize for feeling misled.

3. The Feeling's Mutual. In case this wasn't obvious, I maintain strong objections to how the moderator runs things, and I'll leave it at that. (UPDATE - 10/10 2024 - this was in reference to the prior moderator.)

So, that's that, really.

Since that whole mess, my approach to fandom is that I approach projects that I can control. For instance, the variables involved with fic exchange events proved themselves too risky or incompatible with my tastes, but could there exist a compromise? You betcha: I'm always up for gift exchanges or fic collaborations between friends! In fact, I've done two since then -- Love, Elusive and One-Hit Knock-Out. With receptive partners eager to join hands, there's next-to-zero chance of anything going wrong, so I can happily write fics at my leisure. (Helps they both made a big splash, too! Some of my fondest memories.)

To clarify, yes, this unfortunately means I won't be reading anything from the event. I want to make perfectly clear that while the fic exchange is a huge sore spot for me, I don't begrudge anyone for entering it; seriously, go off and have fun. Really! I encourage it. My problems with the exchange are my own and the last thing I want to do is ruin everyone's fun. All I ask is that you respect my boundaries in turn and please, please don't take this personally.

Really, I wish things were different -- honestly, jumping through these hoops to stay engaged with fandom can be exhausting, and you'd be correct in assuming I'm still wrestling with some serious emotional baggage (enough, even, that I still wonder if it's all worth it) -- but I know this is my own problem to tackle and this is the healthiest method in handling it. In case you want to reach out to me, I'll still be on Discord, so hit me up or message me for my information!

#fandom drama #fandom retreat #i love felannie but the fandom can be really exhausting/unempathetic #fic exchange

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sapphicneige · 2 years ago

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Since I'm taking a break from writing a very heavy one-shot fic for a little bit, I thought I'd just randomly throw out a writing update thing out there because it's been a while and I enjoy just collecting my thoughts in a post like this.

If you don't care about my writing, then feel free to ignore, but if you do, then please do read on!`

So... when it comes to my current WIPs, the one that hasn't been updated in the longest is You're my safe and sound. Currently, I think this is probably the least likely to get an update immediately. I'm actually about 2000 words into chapter 3, but it's mostly been the new volume that's halted progress on this fic. I've found it hard to go back to imagining what the characters were like back in V1 while I've been so fixated on what they're going through in V9. It's definitely not abandoned though, and I 100% will go back to this fic, so don't worry too much.

Next up we have silver linings. Funnily enough, I'm also about 2000 words into the next chapter of this fic, however, I actually expect this to get an update fairly soon. I already know what will be happening in this chapter and where things will be going, so it's just the process of actually writing these words down. This'll either be the next WIP to get an update, or the second one. It just depends on where my motivation falls and stuff.

The next one is A Mark We Won't Forget, which is actually exactly 4000 words into chapter 2. Unfortunately, that's only like halfway done for the chapter, and I don't see myself doing too much more for this fic immediately. The main reason for this is actually because the latter half of this fic is definitely going to be very NSFW and considering that I wrote The Storm is Going to Break When We Start very recently and end of a life is also in the middle of a very emotional NSFW scene, I've decided to put this fic to the side for a short while, and pick it up when I'm not writing so much NSFW scenes so that I can focus on getting the scenes I am writing as best as I can.

Penultimately, we have I don't ever think I can ever learn how to love you right which is in an interesting state because while I am very motivated to work on it, my brain is very hyperfixated on RWBY currently. Despite that, I'm about 2500 words into the next chapter and I think it's the other WIP that I think will be updated either next, or second. I think it's mostly due to the contents of the chapter, but I am really enjoying everything that's happening and it gives me a break from stuff like the angst of silver linings and the intense emotions of end of a life.

Speaking of end of a life, as of now, I haven't started work on chapter 13, but it is very high on my priority list due to the fact that I actually know everything that needs to happen for the fic to be finished. I have updated the total chapter count on ao3 now so that currently it says 12/15 because of what I think will play out, but that is subject to change. Despite the fact that it probably won't get an update before silver linings or I don't ever think I can ever learn how to love you right, it'd actually be my pick for the fic that'll get an update after those two do.

Anyway, with all that being said, while I don't know if anyone will ever read all this, if you do, thank you so much for your support on my fics. Writing is the thing that brings me the most joy in this world and you have no idea how much any support you give means to me. Each comment makes me smile, each kudos makes me appreciate you so much, each reblog on tumblr just makes me so happy. But, even if you don't do any of those, just reading the things I throw out there into the world, it means everything to me.

Thank you.

#erin rambles #writing updates

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tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire · 7 months ago

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Ooh, ok, this'll be fun.

My AO3 user is: Anonymous_Orphan

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Just one for now, but I have so many ideas and plans, so hopefully that will change soon.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

47,065

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The only fandom I've published for is Harry Potter, but I write for literally anything. So far it's mostly Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Narnia, and assorted other fandoms that surround real people, but I'm likely never going to publish those, at least not unless they're anonymous, just because I'd feel a bit weird doing it. I'm also unhealthily obsessed with my OCs, but that doesn't count as a fandom if it's just me.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I haven't even gotten up to five fics yet, but kudos are rare as is. I've gotten 18 so far and I'm not gonna lie, I cherish all of them.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to always respond because I truly do love it when I get comments, but I'm gonna be honest, sometimes my mind blanks and I don't know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I generally go for overall happy endings, but the ending I wrote for Mary MacDonald is pretty sad I think, even without the rest of my fic present for context. I haven't published it because it's the epilogue, the 47th chapter, but it was one of the first things I wrote for my Harry Potter rewrite.

Also, a couple versions of my OCs have gone through some angsty as fuck endings. Like, I genuinely made myself cry a few times because their stories ended in the way that they did.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them have happy endings planned honestly, but I haven't gotten far enough in most of them to actually write the endings, so we'll see how happy they turn out.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet, but we'll see.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I totally would, but I haven't actually written any yet. I've written some borderline sexy stuff, but only a couple of times. I still get a bit embarrassed to actually put my depraved thoughts down on paper for the world to potentially see, but a little blushing won't stop me from actually writing if I want to put it into a story.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't physically written any down yet, but I would write crossovers, I think. I'm partial to the MCU and Percy Jackson universes being put together. I also like putting my OCs in every situation ever, so I've come up with ways to work them into character's lives or stories.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not yet, but what a nuisance and an honor that would be.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I've been realizing that I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to things that are personal to me, and for me writing is so deeply personal that I don't know if I'd be capable of co-writing anything. I'd definitely give it a try though.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't choose, okay, I have so many that I love.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at dialogue and humor, and I've also been told I have a good vocabulary.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency I think, because I tend to go on tangents without realizing it and then have to reformulate whole paragraphs, and I obsess over the littlest details and drive myself crazy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I usually try to describe that they're switching languages and then write the words in italics or something. If it's a nickname or a word that has no equivalent in English, I'll transliterate it and either incorporate an explanation into the flow of the story or write a footnote or something.

Actually, I sort of created a language for my Chronicles of Narnia fic and my strategy there is to write out the words phonetically and them write the translation in italics. It adds to the vibes, I think.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If this question means public fics then it was Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Absolutely not, how dare you make me choose. These are my children. I don't play favorites.

...

I don't know who to tag, but if anyone wants to do this, go right ahead.

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @tracingpatternswrites . I haven't done it yet and am happy to do that :)

Username: Shadowmun

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Pi - no really 314 over all fandoms. :)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1,841,241

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Harry Potter, some witcher, Old guard, altered carbon, and whenever I feel like it a multitude of other (nerdy) fandoms. For open challenges I specifically seek out small fandoms. It's fun to explore them. :)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Opposites attract (Harry/Regulus)

I died but I got better (Old guard Nicki/Joe)

The Spin (Harry/Theo)

Half a Soul (James/Tom Riddle)

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen (Sirry)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always and as soon as possible. I am so hyped about every single one. If you are chatty, I will get chatty too :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Guilt and Shame. It didn't get the tag "Shakespearean Tragedy" by accident.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, that's a hard one, as I don't really do "happy endings". I go for The bat, the dog and the dancer, because it ends with a lost family found again.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. I have dared to do some unforgivable things. Writing grey characters. Writing characters with flaws. Writing fandom favourites differently. Surprisingly though the hatred I received on my Trans fic, wasn't about the Trans character being trans but about their decisions that are kept closest to canon.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I absolutely write smut. I have written M/M, F/M, F/F, moresomes. The connecting factor is, that I want to tell a story, so it's never JUST smut. There is always something extra.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't yet. But I consider Harry Potter meets The full monty. I have to rewatch the film though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of. There are unauthorized translations of two of my fics out there, one on Wattpatt, one on a Russian fansite.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I have. A very nice other user asked for permission to translate Window of Opportunity into Spanish

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't. I have at several points have had very helpful alpha readers and plot helpers, but a full cowrite is still in the future.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

If I had one OTP, it would be Snack (Sirius/Severus), because they are the ultimate Enemies to lovers and have so much in common. But I have always been a fan of rare pairs and love to try myself out, so very nearly any pairing will tickle me, if the time is right

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are three. One is my soulmate-Snack that I can't seem to make work entirely, although the basic arc is done start to finish. Then there is my Amnesia AU, and I fight with the last bits nail and tooth. And then there is my original, which is also just.... almost done.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Emotion. Short descriptions that invoke pictures without going into detail. All three are remnant of being a GM for RPG for a LOOOONG time :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor is hard, and so are fighting scenes. I also struggle to figure out endings. They hate me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have done it in several ways. Translation, just description and lately, because it was so fun: footnotes. I absolutely love my fic with Russian in it, and seemingly many people love those little footnotes. Surprisingly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uhm... it depends what counts. On Ao3? Definitely the Old Guard. If writing summaries of RPG sessions count... Star wars... and hopefully those remain forever buried.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

You monster! Making me choose???? From all my babies????

No really, it's hard. It depends on my day to day mood and what I am looking for. I have written so many different things. Today it feels like a day for Bad things , a piece I wrote as a longfic and then foolishly released in one go, because @metalomagnetic liked the snippets. Not so foolish after all, I think, because it brought us closer, and I appreciate the companionship greatly. :)

Speaking off... I no pressure tag @metalomagnetic , @squintclover and @tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire. and of course everyone else who feels like it. Open tag, people :)

#tag game #get to know me #ao3 #writers #writing

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mimicteruyo · 3 years ago

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A Looming Resonance

Time stands still.

The air is dust. The dust is darkness. The darkness is a void of time. And time...

Time stands still.

How...

Time stands still.

How long have I been here?

Time stands still.

Why?

Time stands still.

The question isn't why I'm dead. That was never a mystery. The answer was obvious from the start.

The real question is

why am I still here?

Time stands still.

I said I would follow them. Is that why I'm here?

Time stands still.

Watching. Guarding. Waiting. Are those purposes that keep me here?

Time stands still.

Kill.

Is that why I'm here?

Kill.

That's it, isn't it?

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Kill who?

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The murderer?

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Kill the murderer.

Time stands still.

"You still haven't forgiven me."

Daylight filters in through the door. It reveals the rash has spread close to Lady Miko's hairline, but it brings new life to her face.

A heart too loud and too fast. A galloping pulse.

A pulse.

I wait. It wasn't a plea; she has never once pleaded for anything. It was a statement. It requires no answer but a look.

"But you're here today as well."

My mouth doesn't feel like it belongs to me, but it moves all the same. "Forgiving you and staying by your side are two different things."

"Well. I'm grateful."

"As grateful as you're regretful?"

For some reason, this elicits a real smile from her, the first one today. That isn't so strange. What is strange is that she doesn't hurry to say more. Maybe she agrees with me. Maybe she too believes the time for explanations, for excuses, for endless, endless justifications, has finally ended. Now is the time for silence. The silence which is the truth.

Or, more likely, she's too tired to say much.

In any case, she cannot say she's sorry. Because she isn't. She isn't sorry for anything.

Time stands still.

There is a slight breeze outside. It roars like thunder.

Lady Miko's hands tremble as she lays them on her lap. In her expression there is no tremor, however, only placid thoughtfulness. "You can go rest. No-one will come to bother me."

"We don't know that."

"Futo will take care of it."

Breathe, breathe.

I don't need to breathe.

"She will until you tell her to let someone in. We both know you want to be bothered, even after you were specifically told to rest. And she won't be able to say no."

"I doubt being scolded is good for my constitution, either."

Time stands still.

Her eyes fix where I knew they would. "I was serious before. Should you really hold this vigil without breaks?"

"It's fine. I can do this much."

"I can do this much for her."

The air is dust. The dust is darkness.

The dust paints swirls onto the screen behind Lady Miko. The air is thick with it. Should I crack the door open? No-one should be near, and the vast majority of the time I've spent in this room has been in

a void of time.

Lady Miko sees the dust too. Her eyes follow it away from me. It's good to see clarity in them again. "I wouldn't have expected indolence to be this taxing." Her expression is ironic. "If nothing else, this is good practice for the mortuary."

The jewel is here. Where is the sword?

"No, I figured that wouldn't make you smile."

Time stands still.

Lady Miko speaks again, and the words flow through me as I'm both far away and locked within my skull. Perhaps the truth has already been spoken and I didn't hear it because I was too busy slipping out of my body.

They keep coming. Words rushing from underwater, thickening and suffocating and filling the grooves on her palms before expanding and shattering, shattering.

"It turns out I have always been a coward."

"What did you say?"

I don't want—

A loosened arrow, a breaking branch. A pulse rising to fever pitch. It was, as I keep listening and meet a wall of silence, most likely a bird taking flight from the roof. No use telling that to my frantic heart.

I force myself to settle back down. Turning sends shooting pains across my chest and to my neck, and so I still. It subsides.

Pain is a very distant thing now

as I sit here in the dark

as I sit here in the light

and the light-headedness when I'm upright is far more annoying. Not that it matters while I'm still, half fused with

the door and the shadows

as water wells up through the cracks in the earth.

What happened to the knife?

"Tojiko."

She looks at me. For the first time since the poison seeped through her, she meets my eyes. Somehow, I didn't notice that she hasn't done that until now.

The mirror lies shattered on the floor. I have no memory of it intact.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Moonlight dances on the water where the wind weaves across the lake.

"I can't hear as well in this body as I once could, but when it's quiet, I can still hear your desires."

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Sitting in the sunlit room, in the tomb, in the labyrinth, feeling the crackle of thunder beneath skin that isn't my own, I do what I always do. I wait.

I wait.

She waits, too. But there is nothing left to say.

Well, maybe one thing. Because her eyes are dimming again. "Do you need water?"

"Not right now." It's there again, that genuine smile wilting at the edges. "Thank you."

Those rare words summon the silence. Companionable. Suffocating. Resigned.

Permanent.

Time stands still.

The air is dust. The dust is darkness. The darkness is a void of time.

To think they feared death.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Enough with that insistent pulse. I have no need for one now.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Enough with my will not being my will.

Kill.

Enough.

Silence. Silence and dust.

Time stands still.

That's fine. I will wait. I will linger. I will survive.

Because here's the thing. I can still see it. That light. That shimmering radiance.

I don't need to drink. I don't need to breathe. I can wait out the dust, and the darkness, and the lightning that's my blood now insisting to be unleashed. I can wait it all out.

That light.

Time stands still.

#mimic fics #no idea if this'll ever go on ao3 #let me know if you want it there i guess #maybe one day i'll actually finish the thing this damn thing spawned from #anyway now that this is out of my system maybe i can finally get to work on something more normal

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traumxrei-archive · 3 years ago

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【 a day i can't forget 】

author's note: BACK WITH AN OCTATRIYUU FIC !! long time no them <33 this'll be kinda weird to explain, but in the octatriyuu universe, this comes after my two previous octatriyuu fics + the unwritten sequel to "three's a crowd". so if they seem closer, that's why ! it's bc they spent a lotta time around each other. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy !!

characters: gn! yuu, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech, jamil viper, kalim al asim, grim

warning: book 4 ending spoilers + vague descriptions of being dragged into water

word count: 4.8k words (we love ~5k of octatriyuu content)

tags: octatriyuu woo, oasis retreat !!, octa gets yuu to swim without manipulation (NOT CLICKBAIT), a pinch of jealousy, jamil knows, lifeguard azul >:D, eelform tweels aka pool noodle bois, pranks (affectionate), it's literally them messing around jsdkjs

[ or read it on ao3 ]

This was not where Yuu was expecting to be after that grueling fight. After Jamil's overblot was over and done with, Kalim had the sudden idea to host a party, which— thinking about it now— was a very Kalim-like decision.

He had Oasis Maker-ed the small oasis into a full-blown lake and now, everyone was enjoying a little bit of time out in the sun. It was a welcome change from their strict schedule under the hypnotized Kalim's tyranny. Jamil had calmed down from his, ahem, outburst and he was now cooking various meats on a grill. And Grim had seated himself in the vicinity of where the food was placed.

With that, Yuu thought that this would be the time for them to relax too. Keyword thought in the past tense. Because as soon as they tried to sit down in one of the lounge chairs Kalim had so nicely pulled out, they were being picked up by the arms.

"Wh–"

"Shrimpy! Don't tell me you're gonna be boring like Azul and just sit~" Floyd was grinning brightly, his hands wrapped around their right arm. "Let's take a swim!"

Shit. They had almost forgotten that the trouble trio was here. That meant that to their left was...

"Floyd is correct, Yuu-san," Jade, who gave them his most innocent eye smile— one that no one should ever trust— "It would be wise to take advantage of this situation. Besides, when else will we have the opportunity to indulge in swimming in an oasis?"

"You really are horrible senpais," Yuu grumbled as they swung their legs in vain. Damn the both of them for being so tall. "I want to rest. My legs feel like they'll fall off any second, and- Wait a second, why are you carrying me closer to the edge of the oasis-!"

Yuu started to struggle as soon as the Leeches were calf-deep in water, "Pause! Wait!! I don't- I didn't bring a change of clothes with me-"

There was a chorus of laughter from the both of them before Jade spoke, "My, it's amusing to think that wet clothes would stop us."

"He's right, he's right~" Floyd giggled. "We learned to dry clothes off in land boot camp, so why'd it be a problem?"

They screeched when they felt the water licking at their ankles, "Stop, wait, okay, I'll swim with you guys! Just get me a swimming suit, please!" They desperately wrapped their legs around Jade's waist, narrowly missing the water by a hairsbreadth.

"It's a deal," They said in unison before smiling at them.

"Honestly, you three," They felt a surge of magic envelop them before they were floating through the air; back over to the shore where Azul was standing. "I told you two to wait while I fetch a swimming suit for them. And don't tell me you fell for their tricks again."

"Try getting picked up like a cat by them, senpai," Yuu sighed deeply, grabbing the swimsuit. "I'm not tall enough, nor do I have the magic to get away."

"Maybe if you didn't show them such an, mm, amusing reaction, let's say, they wouldn't tease you so openly," Azul was definitely hiding a smirk behind his carefully placed hand. The bastard. "Now go ahead and change. Or would you like me to give you some more incentive?"

"Seven's above, you three are annoying," Yuu muttered to themself.

They looked down at the swimsuit before looking up at the trio's expectant gazes. They wanted them to swim? Okay. Fine. As long as no one made them do laps, they could still laze around in the water. (Or so they hoped.)

As they were walking to the changing tent, they spotted Jamil watching them from where he was still manning the grill. There was this bluntly amused look on his face as they came over.

"Jamil-senpai, were you watching me the whole time?"

"I mean after you yelled out like that?" Jamil shrugged. "Who wasn't watching?"

"And you did nothing to save me?" Yuu gasped; mock-scanadalized. "Seriously though, I could've used the help."

"Look," Jamil said as he expertly flipped the patties into their buns. "Why would I help the very person who single-handedly ruined all my plans?" He held out a burger for them to take– and they had to admit, it looked better than any restaurant burger that they had ever had.

Yuu paused for a moment before accepting the burger, "Y'know I said this before, but you really are evil on the inside."

"Shrim~py!"

The taller eel suddenly draped himself over them, knocking them right into the table, "You're takin' too long!"

"Floyd," Yuu said after straightening themself out. Thank the Seven the burger didn't fly out of their hands. It would've been trouble if any of it hit Jamil.

Jamil hissed, "Floyd. I want you nowhere near the grill."

"I know, I know," Floyd's tone was light but there was something in his eyes that made Yuu think twice about pushing him off. "What were you talking 'bout to Sea Snake, Shrimpy? Somethin' fun?"

"Nothing much," Yuu brandished the burger half-heartedly. "He was just giving me one of these."

"Eh? Was it specially made for Shrimpy?" The pressure Floyd put on their shoulders increased slightly, to their annoyance.

"Well, no, he was making them for everyone, but–"

"Just to clarify," Jamil interrupted, holding up his spatula. "I have no intention on being friends with you from now on, Prefect. In fact, I find you annoying."

"Gee, thanks, no one asked," They said sarcastically at the out-of-nowhere comment. Yet there was no returning jab from either party. Instead, when they glanced up, Floyd seemed to be having an intense stare-off with Jamil.

He must've seen something that he agreed with because he beamed after breaking the eye contact, "Alright~ I believe you, Sea Snake."

Floyd then bent down, grabbing their wrist and taking the biggest bite Yuu had seen a human— or, well, an eelmer, in Floyd's case— ever take. Nonetheless, almost all of it was gone; fallen victim to the sharpness of Floyd's teeth.

"Just...just have the rest," Yuu said dejectedly, holding the burger up to Floyd's awaiting mouth. "Yeah, I wasn't hungry at all."

They felt a few stares being directed at them so they looked over to see Jade and Azul looking in their direction too. There was something steely in their gaze but as soon as they caught them, they both smiled brightly, having the audacity to even wave at them.

"Great Seven, I almost feel sorry for you," Jamil muttered, before turning back to prepare more food.

"What's that supposed to mean?" As soon as the question was out of their mouth, Floyd seized them by the shoulders. "I was still talking to him, Floy-"

"Nah, nah," Floyd's laughter echoed closely in their ears. "Sea Snake's just bein' funny. Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Shrimpy!" They were very eagerly led towards the changing tents, which Floyd kicked open before they stepped in. "C'mon~ I'll be waiting for you right outside."

"You better not peek," Yuu stared warily at him as they secured the tent flap.

"Mmm, I won't," Floyd's tone shifted to a serious one. "Respecting people's privacy's something Azul told me to do. Unless, they don't respect ours, ehe~"

Yuu sighed before changing into the suit. It looked more like a wet suit, which was probably for the best considering how much...sand there was. They were still deep within a desert after all.

"I'm done," Yuu announced before opening the tent flap. What surprised them was the absence of Floyd— and the presence of Jade, instead.

"My, that was very prompt," Jade held out a shirt in his hands. "I prepared this for you."

"A shirt?" Yuu took the shirt. It was a simple black shirt a few sizes too big for them.

"Mm, yes," Jade held a hand to his chest. "I noticed your, ah, preference for looser clothing. So I took the liberty to prepare this shirt for you. It's plain black because Floyd often disagrees with my fashion choices, so I thought the simpler the better."

Yuu blinked for a moment, clutching the shirt closer to their chest, "Thanks Jade-senpai. That's...really thoughtful of you." It was. They meant it.

They almost forgot that throughout the few months that they've been acquainted, they did take care of them when it mattered. Despite the dubious methods that they employed, there was still a modicum of attentiveness they held towards them. Like they knew that they couldn't treat them quite as roughly as they treated each other. As they slipped on the shirt over their wetsuit, they made a mental note to make a gift to thank them when they got back to Ramshackle.

Jade's eyes widened slightly, before those mismatched eyes curved once more, "With pleasure. Now let's not keep them waiting for too long, lest Floyd decides on a more explosive entrance into the water."

"Right," Yuu walked alongside him to the edge of the water. Floyd waved from inside the lake, already comfortably milling around in his eel form.

"Then excuse me for a moment," Jade said before walking off towards the bushes; no doubt getting ready to slip into the water.

A sharp whistling sound managed to make them flinch. They looked up to see Azul sitting on what looked like a lifeguard's chair. He had certainly dressed the part, with the hat and sunglasses perched on his head.

"No diving by the shallow end of the pool– er, lakeside!" Azul shouted into a megaphone, his voice carrying over the sound of Kalim's lively music.

"Are you supposed to be the lifeguard?" Yuu asked as they made their way over to the chair.

"Ahem," Azul cleared his throat, dropping the megaphone beside him. "Actually, it was–"

"I asked him to do it!" Kalim appeared out of nowhere, wrapping an arm around their shoulder. "I asked Azul 'cause, y'know, he's the best mage here. So I figured he could save anyone from drowning in a jiffy." They shuffled a bit in Kalim's hold, still not accustomed to his overly-friendly behavior.

"Are you going for a swim too?" Kalim said, finally taking note of their appearance. "That's great! I hope you have a great time."

"Kalim-san," Azul called out, pushing up his glasses. "I'm sure the Prefect would appreciate it if you'd take a step back." Always the perceptive one, Azul was. They shot him a quick glance before sending a tentative smile toward Kalim.

"Oh. Whoops! My bad," Kalim wheeled himself backward. "I'm still...working on that part, haha..."

"It's okay," They gave the Scarabia Housewarden a pat on the arm. "As you said, you're working on it. I'm gonna take a dip now."

"If you're drowning give a shout," Azul let slip a soft laugh. "Maybe saving your life will let me bind you into a more...lasting contract, fufufu~"

"Senpai, that is the worst thing I've heard come out of your mouth in a while," They sighed. "As long as you don't purposefully cause an accident, then do your worst."

Yuu stepped into the water then. The water was cool, lapping at their ankles from the furious movements of the other Scarabia student's activities. They saw everything, from beach— or should it be called desert— volleyball, to people outright just splashing each other with water.

Then they felt something yank at their ankle. Yuu slipped, dragged through the water to who-knows-where, all while sputtering in an attempt to breathe.

Fear flared inside their chest for a moment before clarity hit them. There were only two people that would do this. Surely this was the work of one of the tweels. They clamped their mouth shut, blinking their eyes to adjust their vision to being underwater.

Yuu was met with Floyd's saccharine grin, his claw-like hand firmly wrapped around their ankle. Of course it was him. A well-placed kick to his shoulder and Floyd finally relented, bringing them back to the surface.

"Ahaha~!" They could barely hear the ringing of Floyd's laughter through their water-clogged ears. "You shoulda seen the look on your face, Shrimpy! You looked real scared!"

They felt another set of hands grasp their shoulders, half-turning to see Jade there, "Floyd, that was dangerous." Yuu would've seconded the statement if they weren't so busy hacking up leftover water from their lungs.

"Eh~" Floyd scratched at his earfins. "But I made sure the Little Shrimp didn't drown, right?"

"Still," Yuu said when they finally managed to catch their breath. "That was a zero out of ten experience. Please don't do it again." They tried to calm down their heart as they searched Floyd's expression for any signs of remorse. There was a slight frown on his face. Clearly, he was thinking about his actions; or so they hoped.

There was a clawed hand on their cheek, patting lightly to soothe them, "Since Shrimpy asked so nicely, I won't. And 'm sorry. Besides, scaring's only fun one time anyway. Imma go over there now, be right back!" And with a twist of his tail, Floyd speeded off towards where some Scarabia students were tussling in the water.

A sigh tickled their ear and, oh yeah. Jade was still there. "I apologize for his behavior," Jade said, letting their back meet his slippery chest. "Here, why don't I assist you in relaxing?"

Yuu snorted, "No offense, Jade-senpai, but it's not like you can brew me tea out here."

There was a slight chuckle before Jade slowly drifted further to the middle of the lake, "Don't worry. I will be right here next to you, so please do not be so tense." They nodded slightly, leaning back against his front.

It was nice. They could hear Jade's faint humming, and the sound of what they assumed was his teeth or vocal cords clicking lightly. They noticed that their voices sounded slightly distorted, their vocal cords different in their eel forms. The water, and the way Jade gently guided them around...it was all a nice reprieve from all the noise and excitement Scarabia brought about.

One that came to an abrupt end as soon as Yuu heard an all-too-familiar scream, "HENCHMAAAAN!!" Their head snapped up immediately, following Grim's shouting to where he was struggling inside of a net. How he got there was a mystery but they couldn’t help but gape at the sight.

"He is fine," Jade said before adding. "In fact, it seems Azul has saved him." They looked closely at the scene and found that, yes that was Azul Ashengrotto holding on to the net's pole.

"Sevens, I can never catch a break, can I?" Yuu muttered before patting Jade's shoulders. "Could you take me there, senpai?"

"I can't refuse such a polite request from my suffering kouhai," Jade said with an edge of teasing in his voice. They held on tight to Jade's shoulders as they felt his tail flexing, pushing them closer to where Grim was causing a scene.

They arrived just in time to see Azul dumping Grim unceremoniously onto a beach towel. Azul unsuccessfully shielded himself from the water as Grim shook himself off. They murmured a small thanks to Jade before walking over to their troublesome little monster.

"Henchman!" Grim wailed, launching himself at them. "They told me I couldn't eat anymore! They were chasing me out of the food table." His little ears drooped, the fire in them out because he was so thoroughly drenched. He really did look like a wet cat.

"Well...how much did you eat?" Yuu asked, stroking the top of his head.

"Kalim said I could have as much as I wanted so..." Grim pouted. "I had five ribs, three burgers, two chicken breasts, six chicken wings, and-"

"And?" Yuu interrupted, raising a brow. "There's more?"

Grim's ears seemed to droop even more, "The Great Grim wants to grow, y'know!"

"But I told you to eat in moderation," Yuu reminded, ruffling the monster's head. "Now what did we agree on?"

"...After I finish one dish I wait for five minutes before getting another dish to eat," Grim said miserably. He was dry enough now that his ears were able to fire up again, but it still didn't make him any less hilarious to look at.

As Grim meandered back to the food tables, Yuu turned to the other person that was patiently waiting for them with an amicable smile on his face.

"I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," He said, fluttering his lashes and putting on a show. "And after I worked so hard to save Grim-san."

"I assume you want compensation?" Yuu glanced over at the unabashed gleam in his eyes. "Okay. Follow me." For once, they had a plan. They saw the tweels watching them curiously from the corner of their eye; looking like a pair of crocodiles stalking their prey.

They got as close to the water as they dared, and seeing the relaxed way Azul held himself, they knew he wasn't expecting anything. Yuu positioned him so his back was to the water.

"So?" Azul placed a hand on his chest. "What kind of compensation are you going to–"

Yuu chose that moment to tackle him, sending both of them tumbling right into the shallows. They made sure to roll slightly, to lessen the impact on Azul. But he still struggled under them, and they had to grab at his lapels to make sure he wasn't drowning.

Blinking the water out of their eyes, they were met with Azul's face centimeters away from theirs. His mouth was agape, silvery hair hanging in drenched strands. They could vaguely hear the sound of Jade and Floyd's laughter mingling and mixing with the sound of Azul's harsh breaths.

"I...hate you." And his glasses chose that moment to fully slip off his nose, landing in the water with a soft splash. They threw their head back then, a loud cackle leaving their lips. Azul was still mumbling complaints as they felt something wrap around their ankle and tug.

"Shrimpy~ Man, that was great!" Floyd appeared, giggles still leaving his lips. "Azul's always so on guard, how'd you do it? Teach me, teach me!"

"I think you've been spending a little too much time with Floyd," Azul muttered venomously. "He's starting to rub off on you."

Yuu just patted his shoulder, "If they got me to swim it's only fair that I get you to join me too."

"Fufufu~ It was an equal exchange of sorts," Jade said slyly. "Those are the kind of deals you claim favor, right Azul?"

"Sevens, that is not what this is and— would you get off me already?" Azul said, his voice strung high from the...stress? Or was it the fact that he realized they were practically sprawled on his torso? Azul always reacted unpredictably to physical contact, so they took that as their cue to roll over.

"Don't be too angry," Yuu said, feeling Floyd's tail tugging them yet again. "You're an exemplary mage, right? You know exactly what spell to use to dry yourself off."

"...Just because you compliment me and your words have some merit to them doesn't mean I'll forgive you so easily," Azul tilted his glasses, finding no dry surfaces to wipe them on before giving up and folding them.

"Let's just enjoy it before you do go and dry off," Yuu suggested, wading deeper into the water. "How about a race? Two against two?"

"Oooh! I wanna be with Little Shrimp this time!" Floyd cheered, raising his hand. "Since, y'know, you got to play with them before, Jade."

"Don't go thinking me and Azul will go easy on you both, fufufu~" There was a predatory glint in Jade's eyes; begetting a flash of sharp teeth.

"I still have plenty of magic in me," Azul said, fake saccharine dripping from his mouth. "I hope that your ducking skills are as good as your tackling skills, Prefect."

Yuu shot him a small smile at that, patting Floyd's shoulders, "Let's go kick their asses, my trusty steed."

And when Floyd responded with a little "yeehaw" Yuu thought that maybe this wasn't so bad. Being dragged into relaxing this way wasn't the most horrible thing they've experienced. Sure, future-Yuu was going to have to deal with the added muscle pain of trying to avoid Azul's well-aimed water spells, but hey. That was for future them to worry about.

For now, their priorities were to enjoy the day to the fullest. For now, it was enough to wash away their worries with petty jabs and the sound of laughter. After all, this day was shaping up into a day they would never forget.

[ omake : a prolonged fascination ]

It was a slow day at Mostro Lounge. And a slow day at the lounge meant that there were three usually-busy people idling around. Azul has resigned himself to his desk, a stack of documents that need his signature to the side as he rhythmically tapped his pen on the table. It wasn't the most exciting work since it had nothing to do with amassing wealth, but it was necessary for the lounge.

Meanwhile, Jade had a stack of nature magazines next to him. They were no doubt filled to the brim with knowledge of land plants that he could potentially stuff into their dinners for the next few weeks. He was boasting about a trip to the mountains again in a couple of days.

And Floyd? Floyd was in a bad mood. Usually that would entail chaos for the other two, but he wasn't in an irritated bad mood, he was just...in a lethargic bad mood. Bored without any idea of what could potentially cheer him up. Thus there he laid, looking like a puddle of melted eel on the couch.

So the three looked up almost immediately when the door to the VIP room opened sans knocking. The head of one Ramshackle Prefect popped into the room, "Hey. Can I come in, or is this a bad time?"

Floyd was the first to react, groaning and melding even further with the couch, "Go away, Shrimpy. 'M not feeling like eating shrimp right now." Then Floyd threw one of the pillows in Azul's general direction, "'N the pen tapping's gotta stop before I bite you, Azul."

"I didn't- I wasn't offering in the first place," Yuu walked into the room, and already the lackadaisical mood was beginning to shift. "Anyway, I can't stay for long so let's make this quick." They sat down next to Jade, pulling out a paper bag, and consequently piquing Azul's interest. And he was kind of distracted after dodging that pillow Floyd threw, so he made his way over to the couch.

"What may that be?" Jade asked, putting down his magazine.

"Oh, it's just something," They shook the bag, letting the insides clink around. "C'mon, Floyd. Sit up for a second." Floyd let out a long whine before shifting so his face was turned towards where they were, cheek squished against the leather.

"I...wanted to thank you for saving me from the...incident over winter break," Yuu said carefully, and the three merpeople couldn't help but note the slight fidget of their fingers as they spoke. "You really didn't have to care, but, well you did, and you guys put yourself in danger too back there so..."

"Well if you'd like to compensate," Azul's silky tone made them flinch slightly. "I can think of numerous different contracts that could have your name on them."

There was an instant shift in their demeanor, and Azul noted the way their shoulders relaxed slightly when they spoke again, "Sevens, I knew this was a bad idea." Jade looked knowingly over at Azul, who was smiling lightly at his successful effort to relax them.

"Hey. Just get on with it already," Floyd griped, making grabby hands at the bag. "Wanna see what's in the bag." And that was the Schodinger's cat wasn't it? The little unassuming paper bag that supposedly held something inside that was for the three of them.

"Okay, geez, here," Yuu relinquished their grip on the bag, handing it to Floyd. "I made it myself, so don't you dare laugh."

Jade and Azul, though curious, simply kept watch over Floyd's reactions. And when Floyd's eyes widened, a smile suffusing his previously unsatisfied expression, it only enticed their fascination with what was in the bag.

"Little Shrimp this is like, hella dope," Floyd cheered, rummaging in the bag and pulling out a mug that had an eel painted on it. "Lookit. It's handsome like me."

The Prefect groaned as Floyd held it up towards the light, "Don't do that, ugh- Okay, I'm leaving."

They tried to stand up, but Jade had a firm grasp on their shoulder, "And where will you be running off to?"

"Jade's right, wouldn't you like to see our reactions to such a heartfelt gift?" Azul challenged and the frown that they pulled only served to make Jade chuckle.

"It's none of your business where I have to go," Yuu stood— successfully this time. "You guys...have fun with that. No refunds, no compensations, okay?" They were out of the door in seconds, with a "see you later" on the tip of their tongue.

"What else is there in the bag?" Jade asked, as Floyd was very thoroughly inspecting the painted eel with a wide grin on his face. He pulled out two more identical mugs, one with another eel and the other an octopus.

"Look, look~" Floyd cheered, falling onto the couch next to Jade. "Mine has a lil basketball and it has my sick shoes too!"

"It appears that mine has a terrarium accompanying the eel," Jade noted, gloved fingers gliding over the ceramic. "Oh, and of course there are some fungi."

"How quaint," Azul couldn't resist the soft smile that tugged on his lips. "It seems my octopus is holding on to a golden contract. And there seems to be coins all around them."

"Mmm?" Floyd tilted his head, hand still stuck into the bag. "Oh, there's sumn else."

It was a note, hastily scribbled in now-familiar handwriting that read:

To the three it may concern,

You guys aren't half bad to have on my side, and it's been nice working with you minus all the teasing and pranks. I'm looking forward to what trouble and fun you will bring along with you for the rest of the year.

So thank you. I mean it.

Yuu

The three looked amongst themselves, a feeling of acute warmth settling over them like a blanket. Floyd immediately stood up— but not before gently settling his mug onto the table.

"Where are you going, Floyd?" Jade called out as Floyd swung open the door.

"Gotta go squeeze Shrimpy now~" Floyd said resolutely. "You comin' with?"

Jade made an affirmative noise, "Sure, I'll accompany you to see Yuu-san. I have a few choice words I'd like to say to them."

"Let's make a field trip out of it. After all, the Lounge seems to be having a slow day," Azul said, his smile slipping from soft to sly in a matter of seconds. "It would be best if we brought a housewarming gift if we were to visit the Ramshackle dorms."

"Then," Jade brought a hand to his chest. "I shall go grab-"

"No," Floyd and Azul said simultaneously.

"No way 'm letting you poison Shrimpy with mushrooms," Floyd stuck out his tongue. "Imma get them some of that seaweed jerky we made."

"Oh, and do grab the tester desserts we made a few days ago," Azul called out after the taller. "Now then, let me lock up the vaults and put away the papers."

"I shall inform the staff that we will be leaving," Jade said before picking up the bag. "What should we do with the mugs..?"

Azul paused as he was straightening his papers, "Well...get those to our kitchens. Put them in the hidden shelves I had installed. It would be troublesome if our staff got their hands on it."

"Right away."

As they set off on their own devices they all couldn't help but smile slightly. It would always be amusing how they never seemed to stop surprising them. Well now it was their turn to show them how much they meant to them. A show of gratitude for a show of gratitude. That was definitely a good enough excuse to go bother them, right?

A lull in the day may just turn as eventful as this one did. And they had one little Prefect to thank for that.

helloooo thank you for enjoying the oasis swimming mischief-making :D !!

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Stuck in the Middle of it - Part 3

Masterlist

Summary: Years after breaking up, you bump into Benny Miller again one evening at a bar. He was one man you could confidently say you had loved once but you’d both agreed you were better off as friends. When he introduces you to Frankie Morales, you instantly feel connected to the man but unbeknownst to you… You get thrown into a love triangle. The two men crazy about you. Only thing is… you have no idea.

Relationships: Reader x Ben Miller, Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any warnings. This will be an 18+ fic (So I'd had this more or less written out already... It's my birthday on Friday so won't be doing much writing. Hopefully this'll keep you going for now 😘… sorry in advance 😬)

Series Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2

Ben held you as you sobbed into his chest. You'd stopped crying long enough for him to guide you to his couch before you had broken down again. He hated seeing you like this and a twinge of guilt shot through him at the knowledge that he was somewhat to blame for this. The last time he'd witnessed you cry was the day he'd ended things all those years ago, and it hadn't been this bad.

You'd not been all that surprised when Ben had called and said that you needed to talk.

Things have been strained for a few months. Your sex life had all but fizzled out. You could pinpoint the moment things had started to fall apart almost down to the second. You'd been at dinner and had brought up the future. You'd asked him what he wanted and he told you he didn't know before asking you. You'd told him that you wanted to get married, have kids and buy a house... He'd been off after that.

Your stomach was still twisting in painful knots though as you waited for that inevitable knock on the door. It came around half an hour later and when you'd opened the door, you knew what you feared was true.

Sitting down at your table, he took your hands in his and sighed, trying desperately to find the right words.

"I think we both know this ain't workin' anymore." He started, eyes drifting up to yours that were filling with tears rapidly "I've been thinking about what we talked about the other day and the truth is... I don't want any of that stuff right now." He confessed and you let out a choked sob.

"I don't want to waste your time baby." He continued, giving your hands a gentle squeeze "I don't want those things now... but I'm also not sure I'm ever going to want them."

You nodded numbly, knocking a few tears loose.

"Then I think it's best we end this." You managed to say before you choked on a sob.

You paused a moment so you could compose yourself before letting out a shaky breath and continuing.

"I love you, Benjamin Miller." You stated firmly "But I don't love you enough to give up my dreams."

Ben's own tears were falling now and as he brought your knuckles to his lips, he placed a soft kiss there before he spoke.

"I love you too Moonshine." He stated "But I think you're right... I just- I Hope we can remain friends."

"Sure Ben." You replied, knowing in your heart of hearts that you'd lose touch eventually "We can stay friends."

"I don't understand it." You managed to say as you pulled yourself back so you could wipe your tears with your sleeve "We were perfect! I even met his daughter. We were talking about the future and then suddenly... He's breaking things off."

"Fish had to have a good reason," Ben said, hoping to gauge whether you knew any semblance of the truth.

"He just said he couldn't tell me why." You replied sadly and Ben felt his guilt grow.

Frankie hadn't told you.

"This hurts so much Ben." You sobbed and he sighed, pulling you into his arms again.

"I know." He soothed "But it will get easier."

"No." You replied, shaking your head "I'm in love with him." You confessed and Ben's stomach sank "I don't if I'll ever get over this."

"You got me Moonshine." He said softly, placing a kiss in your hair "I'll help you get through this."

You nodded numbly, whispering your thanks as you held onto him tighter. You were relieved, somewhat, that through this heartbreak, you'd not lost Ben. You liked having him back in your life again and knowing that despite his best friend breaking up with you, he was willing to stick around brought you comfort.

If only you knew the truth.

Will and Ben didn't hear from Frankie for almost two months after the breakup. He'd kept to himself. Going through the motions but he couldn't face anyone but his co-workers. He certainly couldn't see Ben.

Fate, however, forced his hand. Coming down with what he'd thought was the flu had rendered him useless and Isla was suddenly such a burden. Will had arrived within an hour of Fish calling him and had been quick to set up shop but as the days had passed, it had become clear that Frankie's illness was a little more serious than anyone had first thought.

You and Ben had been sitting watching your new favourite show when Ben's phone had rung. Glancing at it, he noticed it was his brother and had chosen to ignore it. In the six weeks since the breakup, you and the younger Miller had been spending a lot of time together and you'd treasured it. He had done everything he could to try and help you heal and it was starting to work. Your heart hurt a little less every day.

He answered when his brother rang a second time. Barely 30 seconds between his first call failing and him trying Ben again.

"What?" Benny answered, your head turning to look at him and you noted how his expression changed from irritated to worried in a heartbeat as his brother spoke to him on the other end "Okay... Yeah, I'll be there right away."

"Everything okay?" You asked, watching as he frantically looked around for his shoes and coat "Ben?" You questioned again but he didn't answer, only got more frantic when he couldn't find what he was looking for "What's going on?"

"Fish's in the hospital." He blurted out and your stomach sank.

"He okay?" You asked, trying to keep your panic from becoming evident.

"No." Ben replied as he threw his hands up and grabbed his hair "No, he's not."

"What's happened?" You asked, noting that Ben had finally found his shoes and coat "Ben?"

"I'm sorry." He said, shaking his head "I have to go." He finished before rushing out the door and leaving you to panic openly.

You weren't sure why the news that Frankie was in the hospital upset you so much. He'd broken your heart a little under two months ago. Yet as your eyes drifted to the picture you'd still not had the heart to take down, you found you didn't care about any of that. You cared that he was okay.

...

Ben sprinted into the waiting room where his brother was sitting with a sleeping Isla in his arms. She seemed none the wiser to what was going on and Ben was grateful for that.

"Any news?" He asked as he sat down next to his brother.

"Yeah, they uh... They had to put in a chest drain, he was practically drowning there was so much fluid." Will started, being careful to keep his voice low "They've taken him to ICU and he's on a ventilator. It's down to him now."

"How the hell did this happen?" Ben asked and Will sighed.

"I don't think he's been taking very good care of himself since we last saw him." Will replied grimly "He's lost a shit tone of weight. Seems he's fed Isla but not himself." Will paused, scraping a hand over his face as he looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms "They think he had the flu, but because he wasn't taking care of himself, it turned into a chest infection which then became a severe case of Pneumonia ."

Ben felt his stomach sink.

He was the reason Frankie was so down. He'd made his best friend break up with a girl he'd confessed he'd been falling in love with and now, he was on death's door. His phone dinging dragged his attention away from his brother and pulling it out, he felt himself relax a little at your name glowing on his screen.

📱 - I hope Francisco's alright. Let me know if there's anything I can do xx

His heart swelled as his eyes danced over the words you'd sent. Despite everything, you still wanted to help. Still cared. You were the most selfless person he knew and it made him love you even harder. For a moment he forgot about his troubles, his mind consumed only with thoughts of you but a loud cough pulled him from them and he looked up to see a nurse standing in front of him.

"You can see him now." He said, giving the brothers a small smile "Follow me."

They were led down what felt like a never-ending hallway and into a ward that was filled with noise. Machines beeping, clicking and whirring filled the air and Ben shivered as he looked around at the patients that inhabited it. They came to a stop outside a clear room and the younger Miller choked at the sight of his best friend inside.

"Visiting hours end in half an hour." The nurse stated, "But you are welcome to sit with him till then." He finished, giving both brothers what he hoped was a reassuring smile before leaving.

The brothers made their way into Frankie's room and sat with him until they were thrown out. Will then returned to Franki's house and Ben, knowing he couldn't handle being alone, went back to yours.

...

To say you were surprised to see Ben standing on your doorstep again that evening was an understatement but you'd invited him in, in an instant when you saw how wrecked he was. You guided him to your couch, poured him a coffee and waited for him to pull himself together enough to talk to you.

"What's going on Ben?" You asked, hand resting on his back and rubbing soothing circles that had the younger Miller relaxing a little.

"Fish uh... Well, he's pretty sick." He started and your brows drew together as you waited for him to elaborate "He's got really bad Pneumonia."

"Shit." You breathed and he nodded "They think it started as flu and just got worse."

"Poor Frankie." You all but whispered, "Who's got Isla?"

"Will." Ben answered as he dragged a large hand over his face to wipe away his tears "He's on strong antibiotics and they've got him on a vent. Done all they can and it's just down to him now but he's uh... Well, he's pretty weak."

You nodded weakly, pulling Ben to lie down with you when he started to sob again. Your heart was breaking for him. Frankie was more than just his best friend. He was his brother.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" He asked, his voice so small and vulnerable.

Your eyes drifted down and locked with his. His expression was one that, if you had been standing, would have brought you to your knees. You nodded, giving him a small, reassuring smile, before pulling him close again and you both lay there a while before finally deciding that it was time to get some sleep.

You held Ben's hand and led him down the hall to your bedroom. The blonde couldn't help but notice that you still had the bed that you'd chosen together and his mind flashed back to that day. You'd liked every one, you had tried but Ben had been a little pickier.

Then, the two of you had stumbled on this one, tucked away in a quiet corner of the store.

"Now I like this one." Ben said as his eyes studied the furniture closely.

"You like it because it's reduced to clear." You snorted.

"I like it because it's nice." He argued before grabbing your hand and pulling you both down onto the soft mattress "See, super comfortable."

"It's okay I guess." You shrugged as your eyes took it in.

"Come on, shufty up." Ben said as he scooted further up the bed "I can totally see us chillin' on this."

"You could sleep on a bed of nails Benjamin." You chuckled as you rolled on your side.

Ben mirrored your movement, his hand resting on your hip as he nudged your nose with his "What's wrong with this one?" He asked as his eyes locked with yours.

"Nothing." You replied, smiling when he nudged your face so he could kiss you "It's fine." You breathed on his lips, moaning when his tongue teased your lips.

You parted them without even thinking about it and your tongues danced as the kiss became more heated. Ben pulled you closer before his hand that rested on your hip moved to your mound.

"Ben..." You gasped as his fingers dipped beneath your underwear "Someone might see us."

"They might." He replied, kissing you again as his finger started to rub languid circles on your clit "They might not."

His hand moved lower then and before you could say another word, he'd plunged two thick fingers into your heat as his palm gave your clit the stimulation it needed.

"Fuck." You breathed against his lips as your hand shot to his shoulder "Shit, Ben."

He grinned at your response and pushed his fingers a little deeper before he curled them expertly.

"Fuck.... Shit, fuck... I'm gonna cum." You moaned as your grip on his shoulder tightened "Benny, baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Then cum." He ordered and you did.

You clamped down on his fingers as your orgasm tore through you. Ben's mouth swallowed your filthy moans as he worked you through your peak and just when you thought this situation couldn't get any filthier... he pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean. A shit-eating grin filling his features.

You both laid there a while as you caught your breath. Your eyes locked on one another as you shared smiles and smirks.

"I think I'm starting to like this one a little more." You said after a while and Ben grinned.

"Yeah?" He questioned and you nodded.

"Yeah."

"Ben?"

You calling his name pulled him from the memory and he rose his head to look at you. You were standing there holding a shirt he recognised.

"You still have that?" He asked as you handed him the Fleetwood Mac shirt he'd gifted you all those years ago.

"Couldn't throw it away." You said with a shrug "It was a gift."

"Fair enough." He replied with a smile as he accepted it gratefully.

"I haven't got any bottoms that'll fit you." You piped up, looking at him sheepishly.

"It's not like we've not seen each other in less before." He teased and your cheeks flushed.

"True."

"I mean... This bed." He said as he motioned to it "Some memories here too."

Your face went beet red at his statement and he swooned. You'd almost forgotten about that day. It was just a bed to you now. The frame was the same but the mattress had been replaced a year or so ago.

Yet you couldn't deny that you'd made some lasting memories in this bed. The one that sprung to mind when you thought about it hurt though... For now, it was tainted. But that would fade with time... Just like your pain had started to.

The two of you readied yourselves for bed then. You still slept on the same side Ben remembered. You still tied up your hair, slept in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties and you even hummed the same tune as you went through your nightly routine. It seemed that things never really changed. Then climbing under the covers, you allowed him to pull you close. Smiling when he fell asleep almost instantly. You took a little longer to drift off though, your mind plagued with a mixture of things. Memories of your time with Frankie before it had all gone wrong and how he used to hold you like this also. You felt guilty that you were enjoying the feeling of someone else. It hadn't been that long since things had ended.

Yet... he had ended it.

Why should you feel guilty? It was his choice.

Then when your mind seemed to run out of things to plague you with, you finally succumbed to sleep.

...

When you woke the following morning, you were still in Ben's arms. He held you tightly as he slept, his breath tickling your neck and you squirmed a little before something stopped you dead. There was no mistaking what it was and when your ass had pressed against it accidentally, Ben had let out a filthy moan that had gone straight to your core. He started to stir a little, his hips then pressing back and your squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before letting out a shaky breath. You remained deadly still but Ben seemed to get more and more worked up as he started to surface. His hand which had been resting on your stomach slipped under your shirt and skated over your soft tummy before cupping one of your breasts. You couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips as he gently pinched your nipple between two fingers and your hips shop back instinctively.

Ben's lips then found your neck as his hand moved away from your breast and travelled south, slipping past the waistband of your panties. Dipping one of his fingers into your fold he found you slick for him and he practically purred against your skin as he slipped two fingers into your heat.

"Fuck." You practically yelled out, your hands then blindly searching for his underwear and pulling them down to awkwardly pump his length.

His hand then left your centre and gripped your thigh. He pulled it up and over his own before pulling your underwear to one side as you guided his length to your entrance. You turned your head to kiss him as he pushed inside of you, the two of you crying out in unison as he bottomed out. He waited a moment before rocking his hips lazily and kissing you just as languidly. When he felt you start to flutter around him, he began to rub your clit and cum hard around his length as you moaned loudly into his mouth.

He continued his lazy pace a little while longer before he finally sought his own release and then as you both lay there in post-coital bliss. All your troubles seemed to disappear.

But then Ben's phone rang.

"Ben... you need to get down here." Said Will, his tone filling Ben with dread "Fish has taken a turn for the worse."

"What does that mean?" Ben asked his brother as he turned his head to look at you, your expression filled with concern.

"It means you need to get down here..." Will paused a moment, struggling to get the next part out "To say goodbye."

(Don't hate me 😅)

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Hi! Congrats on your wedding and all that! Happy that you got what we all successfully wish for! I don't mean to rush you or anything, but I, and I'm sure many others, am wondering if you're gonna update your fanfic for far cry 5, or if like many others, this'll be abandoned, now that some life-changing distractions have happened to you.

I've just been checking every Friday and Saturday(in case you forgot) for updates, and I haven't many reliable hopes or updates in my life other than that, and since it's been some time since an update, I'm just wondering if we should stop checking in on that.

Thanks, and hope you two have a happy life!!

Thank you so much for the congratulations and for the ask! I want to answer this question, but I feel like this is going to turn into a big ramble, so I’ll put my thoughts and stuff under the cut.

But basically the TLDR is: Holy Roller most definitely is NOT abandoned and I would like to find a more consistent posting schedule again, but I don’t know if it’s going to be as “fast” as the weekly updates I did for the first handful of chapters.

Now that the basic answer is out of the way- Okay, honestly this question threw me for a loop and was sort of a wake-up call of sorts? When I first started writing Holy Roller I didn’t expect anybody to… care? And I don’t mean that in an ungrateful or pessimistic sounding way. I think more than anything I was trying to protect myself from getting caught up in the number of hits/kudos/comments and whatnot and from the disappointment I would have felt if nobody ever read it.

Writing is a relatively new hobby of mine (although I’ve been doing it at a much smaller scale for most of my life without even realizing how passionate I was about it) and because I’ve never posted anything before I honestly had no idea what to expect. That being said I am super grateful for all the wonderful comments - the enjoyment, the speculation, all of it! It gives me the warm and fuzzies each time.

What I’m trying to say - in a very long and round about way - is that I truly appreciate and am amazed that something I wrote is something you look forward to reading.

As for Holy Roller itself - I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about it and it has always been my intention from posting Chapter 1 that I would see it through to the end, no matter how long it took me. Delilah isn’t a self-insert oc, but she holds a lot of intimate pieces of me and I genuinely want to see her story completed.

Chapter 13 is currently sitting at 1,515 words and I typically try to reach around 4,500 words a chapter (which I haven’t always been successful at lol), BUT I do have notes in my rough draft that are outlines for the gaps between the “finished” sections and it is my plan to have it edited and ready to post this Friday. From there I would LIKE to maybe get back into an every-other-Friday posting schedule and I’ll go edit the fic posting in AO3 to reflect that (honestly I’m sorry I didn’t do that sooner). Currently, I think the fic is sitting around 50K words and my goal was to have it end around 100K. Pacing is such a weird thing to try and figure out - like, I want to keep the plot moving but I hope I’m not giving y’all whiplash as I go!

Also as soon as Holly Roller is done I’m shifting focus to a New Vegas fanfic and maybe one of my original ideas for a novel I’ve been kicking around. I try to focus on one thing at a time though :)

#fic: holy roller #oc: delilah

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sorry this took 3 years to do! I always love being tagged in stuff, but I'm horrible about doing them 😭 @novemberrain221

Name: Tiff (generalfoolish on AO3) Fandoms: Mandalorian, Triple Frontier, The Mentalist, Star Wars, Monsters (?); possible upcoming: X-Files, Prospect, more Star Wars (Obi, I'm looking at you) Where do you post fanfic: Tumblr, mostly. I have a few on AO3, but I don't like the UI as much By kudos, most popular one-shot: Beskar By kudos, most popular multi-chapter: Feel The Heat Personal favorite: My HCs are some of my favorite. There isn't a lot, but I really enjoy doing that kind of writing. Work I was nervous about posting: Everything there is nothing that I'm not nervous about. But anything really explicit is very nerve-wracking for me Method for titling fics: I'm horrible at titles! Most are titled after albums that I like the mood of for the work. Feel The Heat is a song I love, but the parts are titled after songs from a different album. I'm bad at titles. Outline or wing my works: I normally wing it. I try to outline though. I really, really try. Complete works: Do I Ever Wonder? In-progress works: Feel The Heat ; We Go Together (this'll take you to part one) ; MandoMay2021 Series Posted WIPs that I have active plans to continue: So, all of that, and I have some one-shots I may continue with phrased it. I can't abandon my children. It may take me months to drag myself back, but I'll finish it. Looking at you specifically part 7 of we go together Posted WIPs that I have given up on: I love how@novemberrain221 Exchange fics due soon/unrevealed: I do not know what this is! I would be down to try though! WIPs that live in my fanfic folder: Let me check google docs: there are about 4 Ezra WIPS with a little AU sprinkled in there; a few Din WIPS, but my brain is bursting with Obi-Wan stuff rn. I'm rewatching the clone wars, guys. I'm not well. Coming soon/upcoming works: MandoMay is killing me. It's so much, each day, and I feel like I'm swamped with it. So, that's what we'll be putting out for the foreseeable future. There's lots of other stuff in the pipeline though! I want to explore Haunted!Din in this series, that should probably have a name at some point lol Do you accept prompts: Yeah! That would be so cool! I love writing to write. I've always been writing. Give me your amazing ideas so I can do more of that! Upcoming story I’m most excited to write: Obi-wan is all my mind is screaming. I have nothing to add to that. No details. Brain is mush. Obi-wan you're my only hope. AO3 statistics: I have 2 things on AO3, so pls don't judge these low ass numbers lol I know I just need to add my stuff, but also time. Maybe I'll do that soon...

User subscriptions: 1

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Word count: 14, 385

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Name: K (rktho_writes on AO3)

Fandoms: Star Wars

Where do you post fanfic: AO3 and more recently the Jedi Council Forums.

By kudos, most popular one-shot: A Warrior’s Trappings, 37 kudos!

By kudos, most popular multi-chapter: [sigh] Du Doompa, Act I. It is the better of the two, but… I’m just really disillusioned with this one. I should have had a stronger outline. This fic has a lot of issues and I’ve made a mess trying to tweak it, so I don’t feel great about it. 4 kudos.

Personal favorite: Probably Trappings again. Leatherface I’m still reasonably proud of even though it’s a prequel to Du Doompa.

Work I was nervous about posting: I don’t know if there is one.

Method for titling fics: Varies. I envy those writers who can come up with song lyrics for their titles because that seems to be a trope everyone likes. (I did name my most recent fic after a Mumford & Sons song, but I decided to use the title of the song instead of the lyric I assigned to the working draft (it’s empty in the valley of your heart.) Du Doompa is “The Lowly” in Huttese. Leatherface refers to the protagonist’s skin texture, reflecting her struggle with human-centric beauty standards. Amber and Idiot’s Arrays is basically just the only thing I could come up with that fit. And A Warrior’s Trappings is supposed to reference the fact that both the major characters in the oneshot wear the “trappings” of their respective warrior cultures with pride; it’s also a slight double entendre because one warrior has a trapped bounty on his ship, which in turn has been trapped by the other warrior.

Outline or wing my works: I used to wing it a lot (which is why Du Doompa has so many issues.) Now it varies. For oneshots/short stories I generally have a mental idea of how the plot is going to go and fill in from there. For longfics, I am never not outlining again. (BTW, if anybody wants to help me outline the Tarre Vizsla fic I’ve been meaning to write, I would greatly appreciate it.)

Complete works: Everything except Du Doompa (RIP) and my current fic, The Cave.

In-progress works: The Cave.

Posted WIPs that I have active plans to continue: The Cave.

Posted WIPs that I have given up on: Du Doompa.

Exchange fics due soon/unrevealed: I don’t do exchanges. Might be fun to try sometime.

WIPs that live in my fanfic folder: That Tarre Vizsla fic I’m still figuring out. It’s basically an AU where he joined the Jedi Order as an adult. (It would be canon compliant if it weren’t for the DVD commentary… Eh, whatever.)

Coming soon/upcoming works: Hopefully that Tarre Vizsla fic at some point… But I’m also thinking of revisiting a set of OCs I created for Du Doompa because I know they would appeal to a particular mutual of mine…

Do you accept prompts: Not currently, no.

Upcoming story I’m most excited to write: That Tarre Vizsla fic. Really want to get that going. It’s so frustrating to be stuck on it even though the wheels are turning.

AO3 statistics: Íb-ku huul, do I have to? Alright…

User subscriptions: 2

Kudos: 65

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Word count: 87,591

Tagging @lilhawkeye3 @cacodaemonia @royalhandmaidens @duelofthefatesmp3 and anyone else who wants to

#tag games #novemberrain221 #srsly don't look at those ao3 stats

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