#posting this wip so someone will bully me to finish it

[preeningpisces]

the devil took hold of me & forced my hand

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Tidbit Tuesdays

As part of an ongoing thing to encourage myself to post bits of abandoned pieces/WIPs, I continue to throw things I'm proud of out into the universe.

Again this week features my OC Kit, Sylus's second in command, and Sylus himself.

I love to explore pre-relationship ideas, and this is definitely one of my favorites. Damn that man for being the height of temptation, but I love the push and pull between him and my OC (and also MC in general, even if Kit isn't the MC). We love a man who honors consent.

This particular tidbit gets pretty suggestive! So just keep that in mind.

If you liked this, please like or reblog! It tells me that there are people who like my work, and encourage me to continue writing.

Inspired by the 5* card Within Reach, Sylus needs to attend an event with a plus one, and that requires his Second in Command to dress up. So of course he drags her off to a tailor.

My favorite part of this is knowing that Sylus knows Kit has affections for him, but due to her cautious nature and past trauma, he tends to gently encourage her along (and occasionally bully her until she talks about her feelings). I love the idea of Sylus seeing trauma in someone else and clocking how to handle it, based on what little he's hinted at with his own history.

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A black, floor-length gown.

Kit had never worn anything so expensive before.

Somehow, the tailor already had her measurements, and was practically sewing her into the dress. “I've rarely ever worn heels,” she muttered to the man. “What if I tear it?”

From outside the curtain, she heard Sylus chuckle. “You're more graceful than you give yourself credit for. Just walk like you're on a mission.”

The tailor tugged an element into place, and she gasped as the dress tightened around her waist. Her breasts almost spilled out the top, cupped lovingly by the fabric. “He's right, miss,” the tailor said. “I was worried until I watched you walk in here. You're light on your feet, and you move like you're dancing. Most fighters handle heels more readily than they realize.”

Kit huffed, looking at herself in the mirror. “I feel naked,” she muttered. “This almost feels more revealing than if I was actually bare.”

Sylus made a choked noise. Kit glanced towards the curtain. “Are you alright, boss?”

“Perfectly fine,” he replied roughly. “Focus on yourself, kitten.”

The tailor snickered, finishing up. “I included a leg slit here for ease of movement. If you were more used to wearing dresses, I wouldn't have bothered, but Sylus tells me you're prone to getting into trouble.”

Kit made a face. “It's…true. I don't like it, but he's not wrong.” She twisted this way and that as the tailor stood up. “I don't know about this…”

“Come on out and let me see, kitten,” Sylus called out. It was not a request.

She grimaced and picked up the hem so it wouldn't drag, pushing the curtain aside.

Sylus watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. “Come here.” He patted his knee.

Spread out like he was on the expensive chaise lounge, sitting back with his legs spread, he looked like a modern-day king. One who oozed power and control.

Kit��s heart jumped into her mouth, and a slight frisson of desire curled through her.

She instantly tamped it down. This was not appropriate.

Walking forward, she stood between his spread legs, tilting her head. “Well?”

“Bring your foot up, sweetie.” He gave her an odd smile as she did as she was told, balancing on one leg. Her foot pressed gently to his chest, right in the middle of the nice button-up he wore.

Sylus grasped her ankle. “Stay still,” he murmured.

Kit could feel the strength in his hand as it flexed, his calluses rough against her smooth skin. She barely suppressed a shiver. “Boss?” She asked breathlessly. “What are you-”

“Shh.” He reached into a box beside him, pulling out an elegant black heel. It had a series of winding straps that Kit couldn't make heads or tails of.

That didn't seem to be a problem for Sylus. He slipped it on her foot with ease, drawing the straps up her calf in a criss-cross pattern, his fingers seeming to linger and drag across her skin.

He glanced up at her playfully. “I'll be honest, I half expected your legs not to be so smooth.”

Kit blushed, scowling. “I spend most of my time out in the field, I'm allowed to treat myself. I usually get waxed, it's just easier that way. Less maintenance.”

Sylus snorted. “Trust me, sweetie, I wasn't complaining.” He tapped her knee. “Switch.”

She immediately did as she was told, and that odd smile came back.

Kit gave him a suspicious glance. “What are you smiling about over there.”

“Nothing,” he murmured. “You just follow commands very well for someone who hisses and spits all the time.”

She pouted, her cheeks puffing out, and he chuckled. The other shoe went on, this time even slower than the first.

As his touch lingered, Kit barely noticed the tailor leaving the room. Instead, her eyes were focused on the softness of his hair, the way she could see the whorl pattern on the crown on his head. It struck her as odd. She was always looking up to him, and now, he bent in front of her to buckle a delicate set of straps closed.

Without thinking, her fingers caressed his hair, and he glanced up.

Their eyes met, and Kit’s mouth went dry.

Sylus didn't say a word. He watched patiently as if he were waiting for something to happen.

She swallowed hard. An impulsiveness took over her, and she trailed downwards. Along the shell of his ear, down to the hook of his jawline, over to the gentle point of his chin.

She felt caged by that crimson stare. Kit may have been the one making the tentative moves, the rabbit creeping across the meadow to a particularly tasty snack, but he was the wolf, lying in wait.

At any moment, he could strike, and devour her whole.

Her thumb slid up to his bottom lip, and he parted his lips for her. “So soft,” she whispered, finally breaking that silence.

His lips curved into a smile, sharp and hungry.

Sylus slid his hand upwards, past the buckled straps at her knee, up her warm thigh.

He opened his mouth to speak.

A sharp chirp came from his phone, and Kit suddenly came back to herself. She jerked away, face scarlet as she stumbled back onto heels, quickly regaining her balance.

Sylus scowled as he yanked the phone from his pocket, glaring at it. He answered the call. "This better be important," he growled.

Kit pressed her hands to her flaming cheeks as he rose, stalking off to a corner of the room. Pull yourself together, she internally shrieked. He's your boss! He's not interested like that! Conveniently, she chose to ignore where exactly his hand had been going.

[auroraknux]

If it is okay to ask a second time: 🤲, 🎉 and 🧠 for the fanfic game? (if not pls just ignore this ask ;) )

Oh that's totally fine! (Barely anyone is sending anything anyway.)

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🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If it gets a decent amount of attention, I guess. Lots of views, comments, and/or bookmarks. (Warmth and Safety once got recommended twice in the same Twitter thread, so I'd definitely consider that a success lol.)

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

You didn't give me a character, so I'll just pick the Bros lol. I love the really common idea that Mario protected Luigi from bullies growing up. (The movie even seems to support this!)

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🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Sure! I considered posting something from the eel scene rewrite (which I can still do if someone asks!). But instead, here's a snippet from the post-movie fic where Luigi and Peach bond over cake and trauma.

Please remember that this is part of an unfinished draft, and will get revisions when/if it's finished.

(For a bit of context: Peach has baked before, but it's been a long time since then, and she's very rusty.)

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The timer dinged, shaking her out of her thoughts. She nearly forgot to use potholders when taking the cake out of the oven. Fortunately, she remembered before she could burn herself.

After the cake had a chance to cool, she tried a bite of it. It was crumbly, and fell apart at her touch. She frowned. What had she done wrong?

"Hey."

She whipped around, karate hands at the ready.

Luigi put his hands up. "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to startle you."

Peach relaxed. "It's fine." She smiled. "What brings you here? Where's Mario?"

"Mario's at his therapy appointment, so I'm by myself today." Luigi scratched his hand. "I'm…bored, I guess."

Peach figured it was more than that. She had noticed how the two were almost never apart. Apparently it had been this way since they were young, but they had become especially clingy after their adventure. Luigi was probably feeling anxious by himself. She could use the company anyway.

"I tried baking a cake today. It came out a bit…bad."

Luigi inspected it. "Hmmm…yeah, it looks a bit dry."

"A bit" was quite the understatement.

He stroked his mustache. "You might've used too much flour, or too little butter and eggs."

"Oh, was that the problem?" Peach smiled, an idea coming to her. "I have enough ingredients left to try again. Maybe you could help me this time?"

Luigi's face lit up. "Sure!"

Peach did genuinely want his advice, but that wasn't the main reason for doing this. She knew Luigi needed a distraction right now, and this seemed like the best way to do it.

The two set to work on the cake (after scraping the remains of the other one into the garbage). Luigi showed her how to properly measure the ingredients, and gave her other advice every now and then. Before long, they had another cake in the oven.

"Thanks for the help," said Peach. "Where'd you learn all of this?"

"My Ma. I've helped her out in the kitchen lots of times. I've always paid close attention to what she does. I want to be able to cook for me and Mario when we someday get our own place."

Peach smiled. She thought it was sweet how the brothers intended to stay together, even as adults. While she'd been raised alongside other children, she'd never had any siblings of her own. She wondered what it was like to have a bond like Mario and Luigi's. To have someone that had been by your side since birth, who understood you like nobody else. She was almost jealous of what they had.

"Thanks for letting me hang out," said Luigi.

“Of course. You're welcome here any time.”

The timer dinged.

Luigi grabbed the pot holders. "I'll get it!"

He opened the oven. His cheery face suddenly changed to one of terror. He screamed and scrambled backwards, bumping into the counter.

[mvshortcut]

AO3 Tag Game!

Starting a new post because the old one was getting a bit long!! I was tagged by @mahpotatoequeen <3333

How many works do you have on AO3? 21! Mostly oneshots and one long(ish) fic.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 137,409

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? One! Two if you count the book and the show as separate fandoms. But it's always been The Mysterious Benedict Society so far. I'd love to write for other fandoms someday, probably Good Omens, but this is where I feel comfortable with for now, both in terms of knowing the characters/story and the tight-knit fandom :D

Top five fics by kudos:

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign (because of course it is. this was my first crack fic and I wrote it at 1AM when I had an exam the next day. sigh)

5PM Every Evening, On the Dot

46 Fairview St. Apartment 2A, Stonetown

Thank the Stars Above

Time and a Half

Do you respond to comments?

In theory. I love chatting with people about fics - best way to make friends honestly - and I love when authors reply to my comments on their works! In practice I haven't replied in a while, which upsets me but it's more of a time/spoons thing. If I have time and energy I'd rather spend that commenting on one of my friends' fics rather than replying to comments on one of my own fics.

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

I really don't do angsty endings! They're not always happy, but they tend to be bittersweet or open rather than angsty, and even if everything isn't resolved, I usually try to get across that the fic is ending in the middle of a situation and that everything will be okay later (like this snippet). I think the three that come closest are Let Steep Ten Minutes, Keeping Time with Curtain's +1 section, and 46 Fairview St. where it's kind of left open whether SQ will ever go back to visit his father. But again, those don't really feel angsty, just somewhat bittersweet with the hope that things will grow and get better.

Do you write crossovers? I haven't yet, but I'd be open to it! I think it's really challenging to write a good and cohesive crossover and I'm not sure where I'd start.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Nope! Perks of being in a small fandom. I imagine it does happen but I know y'all would have my back

Do you write smut?

Definitely not for mbs. I'd be open for other fandoms but it's not really what interests me the most.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! I suppose someone might have fed a fic of mine into an AI writing generator which I'd personally consider a form of stealing, but I haven't heard of that happening. Please don't do that :)

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I've thought of trying to translate some of my own for funsies, but I'm definitely not at that level yet! Although the lovely @sophieswundergarten has made a few amazing podfics of both my fics and some other excellent fics in the mbs fandom, which I'd consider translation of a sort!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

For mbs I'm more interested in platonic/familial connections, but I suppose I'd say Milligan/Moocho if I had to pick one? I really don't care if they're romantic or not though, I just like them together in any form that takes. For all-time I suppose I'd say Aziraphale and Crowley, though again I'm really not too picky about the nature of that, romantic or otherwise. Perks of being aroace spectrum baybe

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Never say never! But I do have a longer Curtain Wins AU buzzing around in my brain where Reynie and Sticky "join" him at the end of Book/Season 1 and then work to bring him down from the inside, without getting caught up in his manipulations. That might end up being comparable to Time and a Half in length, so maybe someday when I have an abundance of free time.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I write some banger first sentences :D especially in crack/funny fics

What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many adverbs! Also I get very easily stuck on exposition/beginning/ending/filler parts. I tend to write down the most tense/exciting moments for the fic and then the writing process stalls for the next three months.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

For a real language, I think it can be a great opportunity to showcase a character's backstory/culture. It can also be immersive for the audience - if a character is in a foreign country where they don't speak the language, including pieces of dialogue in that language can help the audience understand how lost they're feeling (assuming the audience doesn't speak that language either)! If you're using a translation source though it can make for some pretty hilarious errors and mistranslations.

I think made-up languages absolutely fuck but I could never include one in my fic because I'd nerd out creating an entire writing, grammar, and vocab system and forget to write the actual fic.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

take a wild guess

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

absolutely not. top 5:

Time and a Half

46 Fairview St

And Without It One Cannot Start Over

The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Epistolary Bullying Campaign

Keeping Time

Tagging: @binnudacademy (consider this a tag for your main, sorry about the shadowban. free molly 2k24) @ragecndybars @bi-demon-ium @trentcrimminallybeautiful (you pick which <3) @oflightningandstars and anyone else that wants to!!

[delta-lethonomia]

WIP WEDNESDAY

lil kinktober thing that may or may not get finished, so why not post a big ol' chunk of it (and yes, it's wrong reasons-verse)

Wyll snorted. He still looked entirely too sober for her liking, but then again, someone had to be. But it pleased her nonetheless, because after some idle conversation and another drink, his anxiety seemed to fade, his head held a little straighter, and he looked more like the youthful young man she knew him to be. He was in the process of telling a rather impressively off-color joke about a Minotaur he’d slain when she felt it—two hands, sliding around her waist, Astarion’s cold breath against her exposed neck. “Darling, don’t ever leave me with Karlach again. There’s something very, very wrong with her!” “Rude,” Tav replied, her mouth curled into an unstoppable smile as Wyll averted his eyes. “What’s the problem?” “What isn’t the problem?” He moaned against her hair. He’d pressed his face against her head as much as he could, his weight slumped against her back in a way that was starting to make her neck ache. “She has awful taste and a stupendous tolerance. I’ve never drunk so much cheap, awful firebrandy in my life. She must be burning it off somehow—otherwise, we’re going to have a very dead Karlach, soon, for which I am absolutely not responsible!” And as if on cue, Karlach mad laughter rang out, higher in pitch and cackling, more akin to a gnoll’s than her normal pleasant rumble. Wyll’s head perked up at the sound: he stood, and excused himself far too quickly to be polite, and Astarion snagged his empty seat in a move that seemed far too smooth to be anything but planned. “Finally,” he sighed, and sipped what looked like a completely full glass of wine. “She’s tolerable in small doses, but no one should be that excited to go to the blushing mermaid of all places. She has too much cheer—I’ll break out in hives if I have to listen to any more of it.” The dim lighting of the mermaid suited him, she thought, watching the way the warm orange glow and deep shadows played across his face, the way he gestured with his glass, his forearms and a large swath of his chest exposed. He’d folded his legs, one slim leg tucked over the other, mimicking her pose as he leaned against the bar, his spine straight as he eyed her. “You’ve been having fun.” She smiled. Her chest felt warm, the commotion of the busy tavern fading away to nothingness, for Astarion consumed her attention with every move he made. “I like the mermaid,” she replied, amused by judgement clouding his expression. “Good people, cheap drinks, and there may even be music later. What’s not to like?” “Cheap drinks of godsawful swill, you mean,” Astarion complained, but sipped his glass nonetheless. “I’ve been thinking about something a little more… top shelf. Exclusive, as it were. Something full-bodied and red, darling, if you happen to catch my drift.” And then he frowned, reconsidering. “Drift? No. No, I’m not going for a nautical theme—pretend I said anything else—” and she laughed, even though it wasn’t particularly funny, forever pleased by how he preened whenever he made her smile or laugh, their legs pressed together in a companionable way. He made fun of her substandard ale; she mocked him for allowing himself to be bullied into taking shots with the local youth, namely Karlach.

[rzpotato-blog]

Oh, would you look at that. WIP not-Friday-anymore apparently

Is it Friday anymore? Not for me (insert Australian flag). Anyway got tagged by my wife @ijiwaruuma so please go check out their post as I physically can't give them as much appreciation as they deserve Don't have much going on atm, been too busy with university but consulted my files for whatever I could find

I got procreate! So now I can continue be distracted instead of actually taking notes but fancy this time 🤔 Been wanting to redraw some of the Oblivion loading screens (this one is this loading screen), making it as an excuse to get better at drawing environments (which I royally suck at)

And speaking of drawing instead of taking notes in class:

I unfortunately don't have much TES related WIPS, just scribbles of Arctus as usual so here's a random collection of them stitched together in the way I draw him because I finally made up my mind like........ 6 months ago?? Anyway want to do more TES fanart but I haven't had much inspiration 😔😔 (don't bully me for using the same 3/4 view, these were never meant to see the light of day)

And also a meme very quickly got out of hand and shit got very gay 🌝 (imma see myself out)

Anyway I've mostly been off cooking with Dark Souls 3 so forgive me if I cross fandom real quick. So here's a major spoiler of my current major work, just need to find time to finish it 😔😔

Don't hold me to finishing any of these plz I'll cry and claw myself out of the box Now onto the dreaded part of the post- idk who to tag I'm too scared to talk to Elder Scrolls artists even though I wanna make friends I just got really bad imposter syndrome, I know like one person and that's the one who tagged me 😭 So no tags from me I guess unless someone wanna butt in

[fazedlight]

20 questions game

Thank you @sssammich for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

Currently it's 123,510 words! It felt really cool to pass the 100k mark.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supercorp

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No One and Nothing

So I Kept Pretending

Synthesis

It's a Metallo Life

Even Though You're Kryptonian

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

I do! I respond to most of them now, because I like talking with my readers! I didn't do that at first... I was nervous that I might appear too desperate or something if I responded to everyone, but now I don't care 🤣 I love my readers and want them to know I see them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

For now, I think that title belongs to Darkness in All Things. I wouldn't call it an angsty ending necessarily, but it's a bit more somber than most of my endings.

I think one of my one-shot WIPs may take this title (though I don't expect to finish it until early next year).

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

I think all of my fics count as happy endings! The happiest might be Even Though You're Kryptonian, since our beloved idiots are preparing for their nuptials.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a few from a known troll, but generally no. This fandom has been very kind 💗

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

I wrote smut once, for Darkness in All Things. There's another fic I'm writing smut for, although it's not supercorp.

In general, writing smut terrifies me. I only did it in DIAT because the characters held that chapter hostage until I did, and now the characters for this other fic are as well. I am being bullied 😭

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

Okay... so... technically I have.

When I was young (10-ish?), I read some Sailor Moon fanfiction. I stumbled across this Sailor Moon & Xena crossover, and was frustrated that it had one chapter left and hadn't seen an update in a long time (I don't remember what a "long time" would've been to me back then).

I reached out to the author and asked about it, and the author gave me the chance to finish it based on their outline. So... I did, and they posted it!

I don't know how "well" it did. I think this was on ff.net in the very early days, so there were no kudos, and I don't think I ever got a comment about it.

I'd love to find that again, but haven't been able to. I remember nothing about it other than Rei was extremely snarky. I stopped reading Sailor Moon fanfic soon after, and generally didn't read fanfiction again until my 2021 obsession with Rizzles began.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Technically yes, see #10.

I don't think I'll do it again. I'm far too chaotic in my writing approach, and far too possessive of my stories, to effectively cowrite with someone 🤣

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Xena/Gabrielle!! They were my first ship. I never read fic of them (other than the Sailor Moon crossover I mentioned above, since I did read a lot of Sailor Moon fic). For me, their story was perfect, and the show gave us everything I could ever want.

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

I don't think I have any of these at the moment. And I'd never say never anyway, you never know what a brain will latch onto.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I have some good plot ideas and decent characterization. But ultimately this question is up to the readers, not me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my greatest weakness is not letting a scene evolve - I'm impatient by nature. I think this is something I'm slowly getting better at, in that my first fics are far less developed compared to my most recent fics.

But there's always a gap from the scene that's in my head vs. what ultimately makes it to the page. Sometimes I don't know if I've written enough for the readers to know what the characters are feeling and doing.

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

Oh I'd get lots of help here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Xena and Sailor Moon in a crossover 🤣 That was a single chapter for someone else's story with someone else's outline over two decades ago. So I think saying Supercorp is still accurate.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh gosh, it's hard to choose. I think I have a recency bias thing here where I want to say Darkness in All Things. I do think my writing style has improved greatly over time, so I think my stories have gotten better in that sense.

No pressure tags! @luthordamnvers @rustingcat @jadedloverart @tinyvariations @trashpandato @appropriatelystupid

[pitchblackkoi]

i’ve had this for ages but here is a piece of a wip i’ve had for over a year now. i’ve been working on it again and maybe posting will bully me into finishing it. so here’s some of my shadowgast childhood friends au

When the server has gone and Caleb has a hot coffee sitting in front of him he asks “So, what is it that you do these days?”

Essek perks up at this. “I’m at the Marble Tomes Conservatory. Mostly I teach classes, but I do have some time dedicated to research. I’ve been able to invent a few spells of my own, actually,” he tells Caleb, speaking with an energy that is incredibly familiar.

“I am happy for you, friend,” he says, a genuine smile on his face. “It’s all we ever dreamed of as boys. I assume your area of expertise is dunamancy?”

“Yes, graviturgy specifically,” Essek answers. “When I started school here I got access to so much knowledge about magic and dunamancy, in particular, was fascinating. Using magic to manipulate the workings of the universe. It really was beyond any of our imaginings as children.”

And just like that Essek is off talking about magic theory, enthusiastically gesturing with his hands as he explains complicated concepts that he clearly understands very well. Caleb is listening intently, filing it all away to be examined alongside what else he knows of dunamancy at a later time. Mostly he is focusing on Essek himself, the way his ornate earrings sway as he talks, how bright his eyes look as he talks about his passion, and the way his sleeves are rolled up to show off his forearms. Even when their food arrives (sandwiches with a small bowl of soup that reminds him of meals they ate in his little house as children) he only pauses briefly to take a bite of his food before he’s off again. It’s endlessly endearing and makes him smile.

Caleb realizes the danger of this, of course. It would be so easy to fall back in love with Essek. As far as he can see he is close enough to the boy he knew and loved that it wouldn’t even be difficult. He’s never been good at letting things go. But it would be doomed to failure from the start because he would have to tell Essek about what happened after he left and he would never feel the same way after that.

Essek seems to catch himself after a while. “Ah, but I have gone on for a long time. What have you been doing? I do wonder what landed you in Rosohna.”

He sets his sandwich to the side, trying to decide what to disclose while he finishes chewing. “My friends and I are renting a house on the edge of the Gallimaufry. A lot of us are just doing odd jobs. Jester spends her days working in a bakery, Veth is at a small apothecary, things like that. When money gets tight sometimes we’ll do bounties to make ends meet, whatever we have to.”

“Bounties?” Essek asks, eyes wide.

“Ja, usually someone needs to get rid of a monster for some reason or another, and my friends and I became adept at killing them as we traveled together,” he says with a shrug. “We get by and usually it’s good money. We would rather not if we can help it, but it doesn’t always work out that way.”

“I must say it surprises me to hear that you adventure for money,” Essek confesses. “I always imagined your pursuits would be of the more… academic variety.”

Caleb gives him a wan smile. “Unfortunately it is not always easy to focus on academics and pay the bills. As it is I can only spend some of my time teaching magic to some children in the Coronas.” His smile turns genuine at this. “It doesn’t pay much but I enjoy it too much to stop. If I have to use my magical capabilities to kill monsters so that I can continue to teach, so be it.”

“So what is your specialty? I had always wondered which school you would land on,” the drow asks.

“Transmutation magic is my specialty, though I have some skill in evocation as well,” he answers, feeling much more comfortable discussing magic. It is well-tread ground between the two of them as well as something he feels confident discussing.

This makes Essek give him a fond grin. “I should have known. It is the school with the most flexibility, the most room for creativity and change. It is perfect for you.”

The words send a feeling of relief flowing through him. It’s a confirmation that though he has changed much, maybe some of the boy he once was still lives on in him. His oldest friend recognizes him in even the way he does magic, which is the closest thing to his soul that he has. It’s almost a validation that he chose right when he tried to pick back up the pieces and relearn the art.

“Ah, Danke, Essek. It has done well for me and given me the tools to tinker with spells where I can. All magic is personal, but I find that understanding the intricacies of transmutation lets me make bigger changes than those that come naturally. It just takes a bit of working through,” Caleb begins to explain.

The drow just looks at him with a smile, lunch set to the side as he looks at his friend affectionately. The expression on his face makes Caleb pause in his explanation.

“Ah, sorry. I don’t want to bore you with things that you already know,” he says, blushing a little bit. He can’t believe he’s trying to explain basic magic theory to someone who actually finished their schooling and teaches at a high level, in a lesser-known and complex school of magic no less.

Essek waves away his worries with a hand. “No, that’s not it. It’s just nice getting to watch you get excited about magic once again. I missed it. I missed you.”

Something in Caleb’s chest melts at the words and he smiles warmly. “I missed you, as well. I am glad fate has brought us together once again,” he replies.

This, however, causes Essek to make a sour expression. “I don’t know if I subscribe to the idea of fate,” he admits. “My time in the dynasty especially has put me off of it. Not just because I practice dunamancy, either, but because of how it is talked about as fact here, an absolute.” He pauses, considering. “But if some grand design has brought our paths together again I cannot help but find myself grateful.”

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @forabeatofadrum!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Breaking Stereotypes

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Rockstar!Blaine + Vogue/FashionStudent!Kurt = Happy Kiwi :)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Explicit Smut, Mentions of Past Bullying & Assault, Mentions of Past Character Death

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I actually had the name "Breaking Stereotypes" since I started writing, so there wasn't an alternative title for it.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

"Breaking Stereotypes" is the only one I'm currently working on, and I'm about 6-ish chapters away from completing/publishing it.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

unfortunately, "Breaking Stereotypes" is both the name of the file and the name of the story. I do also have an additional file called "Breaking Stereotypes Calendar of Events" which is a calendar made in Word that I fill out with chapter numbers and brief plot points of that chapter, so I can keep track of when & where things happen in the story. I also add when & where "offscreen" details that get mentioned in the story happen to the calendar as well. it makes keeping track of the timeline so much easier!!

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

here is the very first sentence from the fic:

Blaine had just received a series of texts from his manager, Candice, stating that the car that was supposed to pick him up had broken down.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

there was only one thing that I distinctly remember removing from the story. I didn't even save it because it was that pointless. but basically an OC that is in the story for only a few seconds of one scene (so far), went off on a long tangent about why she didn't like something that Kurt designed for Blaine. but I realized it was so unnecessary because her story didn't add anything to the story. so I deleted all of that and she ended up just saying it wasn't her style.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I have a fic Doc for a story called "The Escape Plan" that has a prompt/summary that I want to write. but I haven't gotten around to writing anything else for it. basically, Kurt and Blaine have never met before. but Blaine is on a really bad blind date with someone at a restaurant, and Kurt & Rachel are sitting at a nearby table Live Tweeting the whole thing for their own entertainment. and Blaine notices what's happening and finds a way to ask them for help ditching his date :)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

just one. I have too much trouble focusing when I split my attention between more than one. (not that I haven't tried it before. I'm just not good at it, lol).

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I was struggling with the second half of this chapter that I just finished, but I think most of that was due to not having time to sit and focus while I write. but thankfully, I am done with that chapter now, so hopefully the writing will go a little smoother now.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Kudos back! 😘

I don't know who has been tagged or who wants to play, so if you see this and you want to play, then consider yourself tagged by me! :)

[mystique-6]

WIP Wednesday

Here's a sneak peak to my next chapter of This is Me Trying. I try to post these when I think I'm a week or two away and that is the projected time I expect to finish, however, my life is crazy right now and my anxiety and stress are high which can effect my ability to write, so it may be a bit longer and this would be early.

Here is a link to the fic if you're interested in reading it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51645679/chapters/130551430

Ailis woke to the sound of a commotion. She frowned and tried to bring her groggy mind to full consciousness, but it felt like her brain was in a fog. The rest of her body didn't feel any better. She felt nauseous and dizzy and her neck ached. She winced as she stirred and tried to remember what had happened last night. It came to her just as she felt someone begin shaking her. Her eyes shot open to see Wyll staring at her with a concerned face.

"Glad to see you awake, Chief," Wyll greeted her sounding relieved. "You feeling all right?"

"I'm sure it's nothing that some breakfast won't cure," she replied pushing up onto her elbows. It was harder than it should have been. She noticed then, that her other companions, aside from Astarion, were all huddled around her looking worried. "What's with all the worried faces?"

"You weren't waking up, Ailis," Wyll said.

"What do you mean? I'm awake now," she replied.

"After a lot of effort in trying to rouse you," Shadowheart said.

"Normally, you're one of the first awake in camp. It was odd when everyone else was moving about and you were still asleep," Gale told her.

"Still asleep with the rest of us all moving around you," Wyll added.

"We tried calling you for breakfast, but you didn't even stir," Gale continued. "Lae'zel even shouted for you to wake up, but you slept right through it."

"Well, I'm awake now," she repeated, finally pushing herself to a seated position. "Is breakfast still..."

"Ailis, your neck!" Shadowheart gasped. Ailis' hand immediately flew to her neck and winced at the throbbing ache from the bruise left by Astarion's bite. She could feel dried blood covering a small expanse of skin.

"Oh...that," she replied meekly.

"That's all you have to say? 'Oh that'?" Gale cried. "Ailis, what bit you?"

"Not what. Who," Wyll growled and turned to the only member of the group who wasn't shocked by her state. "Astarion! I should have known it was only a matter of time before you attacked one of us." He moved to attack.

"No, Wyll! I let him bite me. I let him!" she cried, trying to lurch to her feet, but a dizzy spell landed her on her knees. Wyll turned back to look at her.

"You let him?" he questioned. He sounded shocked and maybe a little disgusted. Her pride ruffled at the tone and she raised her chin.

"Everyone is this group needs to be in top form. He looked a stone's throw away from death..."

"Well, technically as a vampire he is dead," Gale interrupted. She gave him an unamused look.

"Look, he asked and I said yes, okay?" she said. She left out the part that he hadn't originally intended on asking. "He's done nothing wrong." Wyll didn't look like he believed her. He turned to Astarion.

"You asked? You didn't just attack her and then scare her into lying for you?" he questioned.

"She's not your damsel in distress, Wyll," Astarion replied tightly. "I don't think anyone could bully her into lying for them. Of course I asked her. I'm not a monster."

[yondamoegi]

a WIP post

I want to show things before I finish them because I can’t wait to share, ay! But to add some other value than just “Look! I’m making this!” I decided to explain the overall thought process. This is gonna be long

The context: a silly fan comic for The Passenger IF; High School AU; Jonny and Ash’s Meet Cute; Me playing with these characters like with dolls, making up scenarios in my head

1) An estabilishing shot! Jonny is a loner who’s bullied pretty mercilessly, so to show that, I’ve put him into the back corner of the cafeteria near the trash and the janitor station. I dunno how it is really in USAmerican high schools, I’m not american. I also never ate in the cafeterias of my schools (Now I wonder how I survived for 11 years without eating lunch).

2) Suddenly! Someone invades his personal space! To show that I made the invading object bigger than him. Also the paper bag is gonna be darker than him, to add more weight

3) Who’s the invader? It’s Ash! The camera is behind Jonny, as if we’re seeing Ash from his perspective, Ash’s the focus here. I do like their pose here, very confident and straight-laced, if I say so myself. A small halo to show that they’re activating their magnetism

4) A pun! Jonny’s reaction! You gotta add reactions too, if it’s always action action action, the story starts being very distant very soon. Also there’s a thing from cinema and film going on, which is often ignored in comics for some reason

You see, if you have two characters talking, and you switch between them, you gotta draw a line between them in your mind like this

And you put your camera only on one side of the line, never crossing it

This way characters don’t switch sides and it’s easier to comprehend what’s going on

You can see that A is always on the left side while B is always on the right.

And if you don’t follow this rule, you get confusing shots

Did B cross the screen? Did A cross the screen? It’s certainly not the camera that switched.

There is a way to break the line by literally breaking it. Show something else between the shots. 

5) Anyway, returning to our boys. Jonny’s not amused by the pun, the reached hand is rejected. But Ash doesn’t relent! Use that hand to point at the sandwiches, boy! I wanted it to be something banal, yet still weird and off-putting

6) A lot of sandwiches would pique an interest, right? This time the panel is split in two, to show the minutae of the motion - Jonny was about to leave, but decided to stay

7) And here again, the minutae. Ash’s this time. I wanted to show that they’re doing this on purpose, they know what they’re doing. 1) They’re gauging Jonny’s reaction in the first panel, 2) then realizing that the bait was swallowed hook, line, and sinker, 3) and then doubling down on the charm

8) Another joke! Also finally I show both of them at the same time from the same angle. No confrontation here, they’re connecting!

9) A cheeky flirtation to keep emotions moving, even more charisma blast. Close-up to Jonny’s face to show that yeah, Ash’s attack is successful and they got under his skin

10) Let’s wind down with Jonny’s reaction, even more bonding, and even more jokes

11) And to finish it off, let’s circle back to the beginning. But now Jonny’s not alone and the scene is finished with a more positive note

[e-thonrudwrites]

Writblr Introduction

I’ve seen so many writblr introductions that I wanted to do one!

P.S., it’s a long one.

So I got into writing (as a hobby, even though I’ve always loved creating stories as a kid) thanks to an old bully of mine in Swedish eighth grade. I wrote my first queer characters, in my first English WIP ever. It was a fanfic/AU of She-hulk and other Marvel characters, and of course I posted that bad boy on Wattpad and think it got 80k views over the year on something I’ve never finished. I remember being so nervous about making my FMC fall in love with another woman and for them to care for each other. In retrospect, it probably had to do a lot with trying to figure out my sexuality. But as soon as I did it I felt such relief, and I’ve never looked back on writing straight MCs.

But how does this connect with my writing journey and who I’m today? Well, I’m 23 yo, and my English is better, and that’s coming from someone who’s dyslexic, heck I think I can spell better and have a more advanced language in English than in Swedish which is ironic that it’s my native language. But genre wise nowadays, I write MM Romance in a bunch of different sub genres: romcom, fantasy/sci-fi, thriller, and a bit of horror. And ever since my disability progressed, I’ve tried to incorporate disability in my stories — have bad ass characters that just happen to limp. It’s not the end of the world and that’s what I wanna read.

Which is the most important thing I learned as a 16 yo kid posting on Wattpad and getting the social anxiety and burnout of posting there. Write for yourself. Write what you wanna read. Which has made me connect so much more with my stories and characters, especially when writing a WIP as RUINS OF DAWN and letting myself lean into the darkness I’ve always enjoyed as a kid.

But one of the negative things I know my bullying has affected me in is I know no one’s gonna care about what I write because I’m who I am. Because I’m me. And that’s why it took me so much time in to figure out that I can, and I’m allowed to send queries to agents. That just because I’m me doesn’t make it that anyone else who’s ace, queer, and/or disabled can’t connect with the characters and see a glimpse of themselves. Because that is what RUINS OF DAWN is for me. It’s a book for my 15 yo self that loved all the grimy and gory stuff, who was not feeling good or understood why I was feeling like this around people. Though RUINS OF DAWN is not for people under 18, but if I know myself, a bit of blood and spicy scenes wouldn’t have stopped me. My favorite and comfort movie is WARM BODIES. A damn zombie movie, though the books are more horrifying.

So what is RUINS OF DAWN then? Well, it’s the WIP I’m currently laying all my focus on getting done and ready for beta reading, and the one I’m gonna try to query.

RUINS OF DAWN is a dark sci-fi romance thriller, set in 1962 after the Cubs crisis has gone nuclear. It follows Ed Johnston, our Time manipulating protagonist who gets forced by the NTIA—an organization created by the President to watch supers (Psst, think of an organization corrupted like the TVA from LOKI)—to meet the Director, and where he meets his ex-lover the waiting room. It’s enemies-to-lovers, second chance with similar horror elements as Isaac Marion’s THE BURNING WORLD.

#ownvoicesdisability #ownvoiceschronicpain #ownvoicesqueerness

Comp-titles for RUINS OF DAWN: V. E. Schwab’s VICIOUS, Amal El-Mohtar THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR, Greg Rucka’s THE OLD GUARD, MOONKNIGHT (2022), DEADPOOL (2016), L. J Hayward’s WHERE DEATH MEETS THE DEVIL, Isaac Marion’s THE BURNING WORLD.

So if you like the X-MEN, THE WATCHMEN or anything to do with superheroes and time loops and time travel, then I hope you’ll follow me on my journey to get this bad boy published.

Also, I’d gladly get to know more writers. My life is definitely lacking writing buddies, because authors supporting other authors is the best thing ever.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

For the ask game: 8. Buffy/Anya Neighbors AU - 👀👀👀!! YES?!?!!! 28. if you're lonely, come be lonely with me - I love this title, very curious who/what it could be about 😄

also can I just say I am impressed at the amount of things you've started and ideas you have, looking forward to checking out more of your fics when I can!

Send me an ask with a title that intrigues you from my list of wip's and I'll tell you something about it or post a snippet from it.

Buffy/Anya Neighbors AU:

“What do you think?” Buffy asks, despite already knowing the answer. “Is it salvageable?” Anya steps closer and looks at the charred mess cooling on the baking sheet on the stovetop. “Maybe I could cut off the burnt pieces and he’d never even know?” Buffy suggests, digging in the drawers for a knife.

“If you’re trying to seduce him with your womanly prowess, you’re definitely going to fail,” Anya says bluntly.

No one is trying to seduce anyone else, but apparently that concept isn’t getting through to Anya anytime soon, so Buffy opts to ignore her. “I’m doomed,” Buffy agrees. She sinks to the ground with her back to the kitchen cabinets, not caring that she’s being pathetic in front of Anya. Anya just witnessed Buffy nearly set her kitchen on fire. After that, sitting on the floor hardly counts as humiliating. “I just wanted…” Buffy doesn’t know where she was going with that, exactly, so she doesn't finish her thought. Buffy wanted not only a boyfriend, but to not be so alone anymore. To find someone to spend her evenings with, and have that turn into nights and mornings as well. To have someone to listen to her hopes and dreams, her fears and insecurities. She wants someone to spend her life with, and she doesn’t understand why finding him is proving to be so hard.

“Well, you’ll just have to seduce him with your looks instead,” Anya says, leaning her hip against the kitchen counter. “Which will be easy since you’re very attractive,” she adds simply, like she’s making a casual observation of a fact, making a sad Buffy on the floor feel a lot better about herself.

if you're lonely, come be lonely with me actually already has two chapters up on AO3! The last four on my list of wip's are things I've already posted at least the first chapter of. I kinda included them in case any of my readers wanted a peek at a future chapter and probably should have specified - sorry! Feel free to send in another ask if this fic doesn't interest you, or if you just want to know more!

Summary: On her first day at Sunnydale High, Buffy befriends a student she witnesses being bullied by the most popular girl in school. Cordelia Chase used to be popular as well, until Harmony Kendall threw her out of the group. Cordelia isn’t sharing why she was evicted, but that’s understandable. Buffy has stuff she isn’t sharing either, like her secret identity as a slayer, or the fact that she can’t seem to stop staring at Cordelia’s lips.

And, even though you haven't read the other chapters, no reason you can't get a little snippet of something not-yet-posted! Here you go:

There’s a shuffling sound that Buffy realizes is Cordelia getting on the ground in front of her. There are light touches on Buffy’s shins, her hands, her knees, everywhere Cordelia can reach with Buffy all curled up and crouched like this, almost as if she’s checking Buffy for injuries. Cordelia cups Buffy’s face in her hands next, tilting her chin upwards, probably so she can get a good look. Buffy scrunches her eyes shut tighter. Thumbs sweep gently across Buffy’s cheeks. “You’re crying,” Cordelia announces, more statement than question.

“Yeah,” Buffy rasps, because she can’t come up with anything else to say. She doesn’t know how to explain that while she is still scared, that emotion is taking a backseat to the ones Cordelia is bringing to the forefront, drawing them out of Buffy with the gentleness of her hands on Buffy’s cheeks. She doesn’t know how to explain that now she’s crying more out of relief than anything else. Buffy leans into Cordelia's touch the same way sunflowers lean toward the warmth of the sun, toward what keeps them happy and healthy, toward what gives them the strength to keep going another day.

Thank you for your compliments about my list of wip's! Honestly I think it's representative not only of all my ideas but also of my inability to focus long enough to finish a single fic and my nervousness about posting certain ideas I have haha. I hope you enjoyed!

[heartofspells]

Tell me about a WIP

Oh god. But which one?

Okay, um...I'll tell you about my newest partial obsession (what i'm meant to be writing now because it is a GIFT but no). So everyone here knows that I'm working on a little project called Wasteland with drug addicts and exploring a toxic relationship (and if you didn't, well...now you do? surprise?). It's...admittedly terrible in a lot of ways, and for this reason will not be posted until it's entirely finished just so all the proper tags can be set in place from the beginning.

HOWEVER, James plays a pretty significant role in this (as he should, Sirius' best friend and brother, all that), and @narcissa-black-supermacy, while coming across as hardened and crusty, is actually a very large softy who cannot take the heat of the kitchen. So she manipulated and bullied me into writing a sort of reverse Wasteland, almost completely focused on Sirius and James, their journey from where it all started. It's just a collection of scenes, random moments and memories, past and present, nothing in chronological order. It is painful and heart-wrenching (or so i think) and just filled with so much love that it hurts. There's cocky, devil-may-care Sirius and angry, terrified James and just GAH. Someone take this away from me, it's driving me insane.

[stackthedeck]

1, 8, 11 for the ask game?

lmao sorry for reblogging an ask game and then not responding for a full 24 hours

Where does your literary inspiration come from? Do you have a favorite writer/writing style that you learn from?

hmmm this one is hard I try my hardest to emulate the style of whatever fandom I'm writing for but when it's a medium that isn't purely written I fall back on the style of contemporary adult fiction idk I'm kinda a style sponge and I'm still working on developing my own

8. How long have you been writing?

Since like 7th grade?? I used to write terrible but typical stories for a middle school student in my notes app and send them to my friend group's group chat. Eventually, I started posting original fiction on wattpad in early high school and then fanfic there as well and then I moved on to ao3 thank god

11. Give us an excerpt of your current WIP!

Ooooh I'm writing an Webb movies Peter and MJ fic so this is a part of their first meeting

Peter looks around and sees a massive frat guy shoving a drink toward a tiny redhead girl. She’s trying to squirm out of his grasp but he won’t let go no matter how hard she insists and Peter’s spidey sense is narrowed in on that drink. Surging through the crowd just as the guy's hand sneaks up her skirt, Peter puts himself between the girl and the guy, spilling the drink in the process.

“What’s your problem, man?” the frat guy snarls, breath stinking with beer.

“She said no, asshole,” Peter says. He turns to cheek on the girl, but that bright red hair is already fading into the crowd as a swarm of girls huddle around her.

The frat guy grabs the front of his shirt, teeth bared and eyes hazy with booze. “I’m trying to get laid tonight, man, and you just cost me a hot piece of ass.”

“Maybe get laid with someone interested.” Peter shoves at the guy’s chest but with no real force. He remembers what he did to bullies after he first got his powers and he does not want a repeat of that, even if this guy deserves it.

“What like you?” The guy clutches Peter’s shirt tighter, a disgusted sneer on his face. 

“Rapists aren’t exactly my type.” Peter grabs the hand clutched in his shirt and raises his other to knock the guy’s lights out, maybe take out a couple of teeth for good measure. Just as he raises his fist, someone grabs his arm and Peter freezes.

“Easy there, tiger,” another frat guy says. He’s dressed in the same cutoff muscle tank top typical of frat guys, but he doesn’t quite have the arms for it and the high crop of it is a striking choice. He’s got a red beanie barely holding down tight dark curls that fall to his shoulders. Even in the dim light, his dark skin is glowing, but not as bright as his easy smile.

“What’s going on here guys?” Tall dark and handsome asks. Peter opens his mouth to answer but finds his throat suddenly dry.

“This loser is trying to pick up my girl,” the first frat guy says.

“She’s not your girl—” Peter shoves him again, this time hard enough for him to stumble back “—she’s some poor girl that I stopped you from harassing.”

“Yeah?” Tall dark and handsome asks, eyebrow quirked. Peter expects him to take his fellow frat brother’s side, but he drops Peter’s fists.

“You’re just jealous you couldn’t score, you little fag—” Before the guy can finish his tirade, he recoils back from a swift punch to the nose.

Peter looks down at his hands, confused that he didn’t throw the punch, but suddenly another pair of hands is grabbing his. He looks into the face of tall dark and handsome, who is now shaking out his fist.

“Run,” he says, and Peter bolts after him.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

I posted 117 times in 2022

That's 57 more posts than 2021!

102 posts created (87%)

15 posts reblogged (13%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@darlin-collins

@reverse--necromancer

@romeo-the-homeo

@annahhopee

@secretqueennacho

I tagged 92 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#redacted asmr - 50 posts

#redactedverse - 45 posts

#redacted audio - 38 posts

#redacted david - 21 posts

#redacted darlin - 19 posts

#redacted angel - 19 posts

#mha - 17 posts

#redacted sam - 15 posts

#redacted asher - 13 posts

#redacted milo - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#and totally wont feel like changing the entire thing i've got so far for darlins pov based on the responses

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Let's be honest, when someone you absolutely adore the content of notices the bullshit you post, there is a sense of glee mixed with genuine terror because "Oh my god how did they find me I thought I was invisible"

81 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#4

A Little More Warmth

A/n: I’m bored and have writers block for three different WIPs so I’m making a mini fic because one of my friends mentioned something that got me thinking.

CW: Fluff/crack, Typical Angel innuendos, David being a grumpy tsundere, GN and nondescript appearance for the listeners, mentions of alcohol, Sweetheart being their local menace to Milo, Asher and Baabe being flirty to each other, Darlin being stubborn, Sam being a good mate, Arden bullying Christian

Redacted Masterlist

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Angel had thought they were more than prepared for it all. They loved having the pack over because then they could see ‘the mates’. They convinced Davey to buy some beers because trashy beers at a pool party were everything for the aesthetic. Their mate had finished with his yard renovations, which had taken forever in Angel’s opinion, and Angel wanted to show off their new badass backyard. It had taken some time to convince Davey that “yes they should have some of the pack over because it will be an awesome bonding experience and don’t you love me, Davey?” 

He had given in when Angel promised to learn a new dish with him. Well, new for them. David knew how to make everything, despite what he claimed. It was okay, Angel would keep his secret for him, pat pat.

At first, Milo and Sweetheart had shown up. Angel had been overjoyed to see one of their favorite prank partners, which they jokingly called their sneaky link. David always pretended that Angel didn’t exist when Sweetheart and them constantly referred to each other as their ‘sneaky link’ or ‘side piece’ or ‘secondary/third hoe’. Milo just sighed like he had to the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was amazing.

“Side hoe!” Angel exclaimed, launching themselves at Sweetheart. The stealth went invisible for a second by reflex before reappearing and being pushed to the ground through the force known as the alpha’s mate. The department official laughed as their arms wrapped around the other in an embrace.

“Demons and Daemons Angel! You’ve got a lot of energy.” Their whispery voice said. Angel nuzzled against Sweetheart’s chest, not really caring about anything except the fact of pillow. 

“Yeah. Davey,” They could practically hear David’s glare from that. “didn’t tire me out well enough last night I suppose.” They said. Sweetheart bit back a snort and got up while Milo whistled, pretending to not have heard anything. Probably the smart decision. Angel felt a hand close around their bicep help them up. When the hand didn’t let go, they tipped their head back to look at David with a goofy grin. “Hello my handsome and wonderfully awesome mate David Shaw.” 

“Trying to backtrack isn’t going to save you, you little snot.” He said. Angel giggled and twisted to press a kiss to David’s cheek.

“No, but kisses will.”

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Darlin shook their head, glaring firmly at Sam, who remained in the darkness that the room provided. Darlin stood at the doorway, the hallway light illuminating their profile. Sam was trying not to get distracted by that.

“You said your pack invited you. You might as well go, Darlin. Besides, I’m sure it will be fun.” He tried again, feeling tiredness tug at his bones. This argument, if it could be called that, had been going on since last evening. He loved Darlin, he really did. But god could they be stubborn.

“Just because I said they invited me doesn’t mean I have to go. Besides, it’s going to be awkward there and you can’t come because of the stupid fucking sun.” Darlin said. That had been their argument, paired with nonverbal groans and glaring. While it did warm Sam’s heart that Darlin wanted him around when they were with their pack, he knew it was also important that his partner be with their pack alone. When he was around, they just spent time with him. He enjoyed it, but they needed their pack too. It was a weird mix of emotions.

“Please don’t pick a fight with the sun.” Sam said, trying to get a smile or laugh from the shifter. He failed in that and he sighed. “They’re making a bid for attention, Darlin. If you keep rejecting them every time it’s during daytime, your relationship with them is only going to grow more awkward. Besides, you said it was a pool party, so if you’re just underwater when you’re swimming you don’t have to talk to many people.” Sam regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He could practically see the gears in their head turning. “No you can’t just stay underwater the entire time, you’ll drown.” He said. He tried to keep the weary from his voice, but with his mate it was lecture after lecture. 

“Wasn’t gonna do that.” Darlin mumbled. It was a lie, but Sam just shrugged. “Okay... But I don’t even have a swimsuit. You need a swimsuit to swim, cowboy.” Darlin tried. Sam rubbed his face as he walked towards Darlin.

“Okay, first off you didn’t care about that when I told you not to jump in the pond. Second, you can buy one if you need to. Although I’m pretty sure wearing some kind of athletic shorts or something and a top would still work.” He said. Darlin huffed and Sam could feel their breath against his skin. It still smelled like the smoothie that he had made them a couple hours ago. They had been at his house for the past three days and now three nights. Neither of them had talked about moving in together, but Darlin was doing that thing where they slowly move their stuff into his home, whether knowingly or not.

“I only needed to jump in that stupid pond because-”

“We’re not talking about your excuses, we’re talking about how you’re going to that pool party.” Sam interrupted. Darlin huffed again and reached into the room, flipping on the light switch. It had been on previously, but Darlin had turned it off when Sam denied their request of calling David and saying that they were sick or something. One, because David was terrifying and Sam wasn’t about to lie to him. Or anyone, he wasn’t a liar. Two, because it would be good for Darlin to go so he wasn’t going to offer up any excuse to stop it. His mate was petty at times.

The shifter walked over to the dresser and pulled it open before grabbing one of Sam’s t-shirts.

“What-”

“I’m going to it, but you have to compensate for the emotional pain I’ll be going through.” Darlin answered before Sam finished the question. He sighed and left it be. It took a bit of searching and help from the vampire before they found a pair of shorts that Darlin could use. “I could just shift to swim. David’s house has a high enough fence.” Darlin pointed out as Sam yawned.

“Wet dog smell.” He said simply with a shrug and earned another glare from Darlin, to which he just laughed it off. If they were genuinely upset with him they probably would just walk away. So considering the fact they were still here he didn’t offend. “You’re going to want a towel too. It’s polite.” He added.

“You would know about politeness, wouldn’t you cowboy? But I’m just going to run home, so there’s no point.” They added. Sam kept his question of whose place was considered home to himself. His brow furrowed as Darlin dropped the clothes on the ground and their fingers hooked under the hem of the shirt they were wearing now. It was also Sam’s now that he looked at it. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as they took the top off to throw unceremoniously at Sam’s face. He caught it and lowered, his eyes sticking to the fabric as Darlin changed. He would like to watch of course, but he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. Although a few glances were taken. He couldn’t help it when his mate was so breathtaking...

“Changing. I’m not going to bring a bag of shit to David’s house and end up forgetting something.” Darlin said as they slipped into the shorts and kicked their jeans off to the side. Sam sighed and walked over to grab them. “I was gonna pick it up... later...” Darlin said sheepishly as they watched him. Sam only arched a brow.

“Get going already. I’ll see you soon.” He said. Darlin nodded and grabbed their phone from the nightstand. He was pretty sure the battery was dead since they didn’t plug their phone in, but David was bound to have a phone charger if Darlin needed it. 

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95 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#3

Seeking Company - Shigaraki X Reader

A/n: At long last, I have decided to give a birthday post for the best crusty boy around. It’s short because I have to also start thinking about Bakugou’s birthday post really soon. But next year he’ll get a better one that connects to this one. Kinda like a part 2! I’m sorry shiggy baby!!!

CW: fluff, Shiggy being introverted and kinda awkward because I said so

Saying you admired the strange man that had taken over the newly named Paranormal Liberation front would be an odd statement to you a few days after he took over. You had seen him sit on that throne and proclaim what the organization would now be like with all his lackeys beside him. You’d seen Re-Destro turn into someone that would grovel at his feet. Although you had always thought that your former leader kind of looked like pinocchio. So maybe this man who wore a hand on his face was better? 

Either way, you sat down with your back to the wall in a hallway, quietly playing some random game on your phone. You didn’t really care what it was. It was just a mindless game to pass the time as you waited for a chance to go home. You had a movie you wanted to watch and leftovers to eat sitting in your fridge. 

“What are you playing?” A raspy voice asked you. You raised your eyes to look at who the voice belonged to, your gaze meeting a scarlet one through the obstructions of a hand placed over his facial features. It was Shigaraki. You looked back down at your phone, exiting the game to read the title of it.

“Plants vs Zombies.” Your first words ever speaking to the strange man. He nodded his head before continuing on his way, one of his lackeys that you didn’t know the name of following him. Your interactions persisted like that. A question and a simple answer. Sometimes it would end right after that, or he would continue with the questions. 

The one time you actually had a full conversation with him that wasn’t about bored curiosity was in early April. You were staying late, doing a favor for a friend and filing away some paperwork and information files. The information was outdated, but it was better to keep data than throw it away. At least, that was the policy from before Shigaraki had taken over. You didn’t know his view on it, but since he hadn’t said to do anything otherwise, you wouldn’t change it. You heard the door creak open and turned your head, being greeted with a familiar sight by now.

“Heya.” You chirped before going back to your task, expecting the normal route of conversation. Of course, it started like that. He moved over to a desk, hopping up on it and sitting down. He placed his feet on the chair, one hand supporting his head while the other rested across his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You hid your smile as you continued. 

“Finishing some work for a friend. Why?” You asked, shooting back one of your own questions for the first time. You heard him softly chuckle, although it was muffled through the hand. You were curious about that part of his attire. It was a constant.

“Just wondering why you’re here so late. It’s nearly eleven y’know.” You shrugged and turned around, leaning against the cabinet and crossing your arms in front of you.

“Yeah. I know. But if I don’t do this now, it’s gotta be done later. Plus I finished the last episode of my favorite show so I don’t have anything I want to do tonight in particular.” You responded, a smirk on your face. You watched his partially gloved hands carefully fidget with the base of the hand. This was curious. You walked over to him and he straightened, eyes narrowing. “Why do you wear that on your face, Shigaraki? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before without it on. If you took it off when you introduced our new goal and everything I wasn’t looking.” You asked. He sighed and pulled himself further onto the desk, his legs folding in front of him. He let his hands drop into his lap as he looked at you thoughtfully.

“Why do you want to know?” He asked. It wasn’t an answer. You wondered if he often deflected questions with his own questioning. It was clear that he didn’t like talking about himself. Only his goal. You shrugged again.

“Just wondering why.” You answered, partially parroting what he had said earlier. His hand raised again, his forefinger carefully tracing each finger on the hand on his face. 

“Symbolism.” He said simply. You frowned, not understanding. What did he mean by symbolism? Symbolism for what? But he obviously wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Alright.” You said before hopping up to sit next to him. “So what are you doing awake so late then, Shigaraki?” You asked him, glancing over. He raised his face towards the ceiling and you watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before answering. 

“I couldn’t sleep. It’s my birthday today.” He said. You stared at him in surprise. It was his birthday?

“I’m sorry, your what?” You asked incredulously. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“My birthday. Y’know, the day I was born into this world? It’s the anniversary of that.” He muttered sarcastically. You sighed and gave your head a small shake.

“No. That’s not what I meant. I know what a birthday is. I just didn’t know it was today. You never said anything.” You amended. He pushed back some of his white hair.

“Of course I didn’t. Why should I? My birthday is hardly important in the grand scheme of things. We’re almost ready to level up and challenge the main boss.” He said. You bumped his shoulder gingerly with your own, surprised to feel solid muscle. He always looked so scrawny...

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be able to do that if you weren’t born. So I think that’s something to celebrate.” You said with a grin. “Besides, it’s an excuse to eat cake and get stuff.” He looked over at you boredly.

“Fun fact, I can do that now anyways. I don’t need to wait for April fourth to roll around.” And the sarcasm was back. You frowned at him, crossing your arms in front of you. “Oh don’t pout please. It’s kinda annoying y’know.” He said. You uncrossed your arms and spread out your hands behind you, leaning against the desk.

“Fine fine. But I still think you should celebrate. I love celebrating my birthday.” You answered, closing your eyes as your smile made its comeback. “The singing, and partying, and treats. Plus it’s free stuff when they give you gifts. Who couldn’t love that?” You asked. He scratched at the sore skin on his neck.

“Me. Being around all those people while they’re waiting for a thank you? Nope.” He answered. You got off the desk and moved towards the printer, pulling open the paper container. You grabbed a sheet of it. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked. You closed the container, obligating not to answer. You grabbed a marker and wrote in big letters, ‘Happy birthday, Shigaraki! Your friend, Y/n!’ before you drew random doodles all over the page. You thrusted it towards him, a shit-eating grin on your face.

“There. Happy birthday. I wish I knew ahead of time because then I could actually buy you a card instead of making a crappy one. But next year, you bet I’m going to make you the best birthday celebration ever. And you can choose the people that attend. Deal?” You asked. You looked at him staring at the card before he started to stare at you.

“Yeah. Deal I guess.” Shigaraki replied. 

-----I’ll make a fancy spacer for him some other time and edit it in-----

A/n: I hate this so much. It’s so rushed and shitty. But I wanted to get it out before I accidentally forgot. T-T He deserves better than this. But I’ll give him that next time. Until then, I hope you enjoy this at least a tiny bit. 

124 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#2

Redacted Incorrect Quotes

I have more redacted stuff on my profile in case you're interested, but I can't link the masterlist on this. It's in the pinned post though.

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Honey: I can't think when he's around!

Sunshine: Ah, young love.

Honey: No! He's as loud as fuck and I can't form a thought when someone is screaming fucking Bohemian Rhapsody in my ears!

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David: Tell me. Do you plan out all the dumb stuff you do? Or does it just come naturally?

Asher, staring at the flaming toaster: I plan, but it never goes how I want.

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Brachium: You don't know me?

Elliot: No. Should we?

Brachium: Probably? I mean, I know you.

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Darlin: I have a man I think we should kill.

David: We don't kill on personal matters.

Darlin: I know. That's why I'm telling you, because if you agree with me it's a green light.

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David: Are you seriously arguing with me about this?

Angel: Yeah. What are you gonna do? Cry?

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Darlin: You haven't seen my at my worst, cowboy. And you haven't had a chance to see me at my best yet.

Sam: And I never will if you don't get off the fucking counter with a rubber duck!

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Warden: Please tell me you didn't just shove someone off a bridge.

Vega: Listen, they were threatening me. It was self defense!

Warden: You laughed when they hit the water! It was a 50 foot drop!

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Cutie: Wow. You're being really stupid.

Sweetheart, trying to see if they can summon Cam with a squishmallow: You're one to talk!

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221 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I have covid right? Right.

And I'm listening to the redacted sick comfort audios.

And idk why but

David saying "Excuse you?" Is so damn funny to me

I've been rewinding it to that point for the past three minutes to just giggle uncontrollably.

Also it's over for all the Sam simps once we get a sick comfort audio. Can u imagine the southern vamp trying to get Darlin to just "stop a damn minute and rest already would ya?" And "no I'm not going to use my magic to heal ya, Darlin. Your body is trying to tell you to slow down."

"What do you mean you're going to fight God for making you sick? Jesus Darlin, you're sick because you've been trying to fight god."

243 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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