#self indulgence baybee

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Once Again I am Asking You to Celebrate WIP Wednesday (Baybeee)

More Rugby! Contains Gaz, a reference to top surgery, a joke about having too many nipples, and no actual rugby. Maybe there will never be any actual rugby. Who can say?

Sunday mornings are always football with Simon and Johnny’s friend Gaz, as least when he’s not deployed. He’s a lieutenant or something, part of the unit that your friends used to be in. He’s nice, if a bit too charming for you to be entirely comfortable around him. On sunny days he always finds an excuse to take his shirt off and flash all his well-maintained muscle at any watchers, but annoyingly, today he’s trying to persuade you to do the same. “Ah, come on, Ripper. You’re gonna be as pale as that one if you don’t get some sun,” he says playfully, jerking his thumb in Simon’s direction. Simon is, as always, fully covered, with long sleeves under his t-shirt and socks up to his knees.

You roll your eyes. It would be physically impossible for you to ever be as pale as Simon, regardless of how little sun you get. “I think between you and Johnny, we’re showing plenty of skin as a group.”

“Never have seen ye take off yer shirt.” Johnny leans against Gaz’s shoulder, blue eyes curious. “Never even change ‘fore or after games. Ye just goan home as is.”

“So?” you ask.

“Johnny, leave ‘im alone.” Simon ruffles your hair playfully. “Lad’s just shy.”

“Not shy,” you say amiably. “Just have several sets more nipples than the average person. Bit self conscious about it.”

Johnny’s eyes bug out. “Really?”

Simon swats his arm. “No not really, Johnny. ‘E’s ‘avin’ us on.”

“Did we come here to play football, or did we come here to speculate on the number of nipples I have?” In all fairness, you probably could take off your shirt without worrying about it now. Your scars are a few years old, fully faded, and you’ve put on so much muscle since (and especially since getting to know Simon and Johnny) that you don’t even notice them when you look in the mirror now. Still, the risk of them seeing, the risk of them noticing and treating you differently is not one you’re particularly keen on.

“Sure we came here to play, but tha’s all Ah’m goan ta be able ta think about noo.”

“Well, I don’t see how that’s my problem.”

Simon’s hand comes down on the back of your neck, that affectionate scruff he usually uses on Johnny. “Aw, come on, Rip, ‘e’s not goin’ to be useful to anyone if you don’t. If you’re not shy and you’ve got the normal amount of nipples, don’t see why not.” His hand is heavy, his thumb brushing across the skin under your ear deliberately. “Wun’t mind seein’ the results of all that work you’ve been puttin’ in myself.”

You give him a sharp look for encouraging the other two, but he’s unconcerned, just gently squeezes the back of your neck. Your knees wobble.

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i made sure all of my bg3 characters got in on some New Kissing Action

(top - Zudena, she/her, half orc eldritch knight fighter)

(middle - Bartleby Belltongue, they/them, halfling dark urge college of lore bard)

(bottom - Malixander, he/him, drow light cleric of Lathander)

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OH YEAH if anyone enjoys like. fanfic and whatnot, i made an ao3 that i will hopefully post to more often than like. twice a year LMAO

my user is oliluhackle! (note! there's a reason im not posting the link to the fic ive already uploaded here .)

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Fictive culture is lamenting that your source self didn't get a happy ending (or at least, not what I would consider a happy ending) so fuck it, it's self-indulgent fanfic time, baybee

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[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 10

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; none. idiots in love

notes ; ITS YEARNING HOURS BAYBEE ‼️ for the first time ever, a bit of childe’s POV, wowie zowie!! also a bit of a cheesy chapter LMFAO, it’s just these two dinguses “reaching” the realization that they want each other so bad, it makes them look stupid.

also a smidgen hint at the end towards the next phase of this dumpster fire of a fic >:3

ok and finally- i know i already made a post abt it but like. would u guys still love me if i posted a luke castellan fic? it’s SO self indulgent bc i’m brain rotting from the percy jackson show so idk yet :>

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old wooden planks creak with each step childe takes.

he’d long lost the count of the days he’d spent in this peculiar inazuman domain— the mystic omnyou chamber, his companions called it. though what a fascinating domain it was, ever-changing and ever-puzzling but most of all, ever-deploying more enemies for him to fight his way through. he feels like only now he truly knows what teucer must’ve felt like in front of all those mr. cyclopses all those months ago.

he felt as though he was given a little too much breathing room by the motherland, still being stationed in liyue with you whoever knows how long his mission was finished, so it was no less than perfect to hear the news of scaramouche’s disappearance from inazuma after taking the gnosis for himself. as much as he disliked to have to leave you in northland bank with the promise of the two of returning together still at hand, he dully needed to take up on his responsibilities as one of her majesty’s harbingers.

still, he could fair by through the remembrance of you and his love for combat.

it’s amusing how freshly burned into his mind the memory of your time together at dottore’s lab was, even when he was half-conscious and at his physically weakest. how you soothed away his wounds with the cool breeze of your cryo powers, how you kept him company while he recovered, how you called him a pret-

“psst— you’re doing that thing again.”

“h-huh..?”

the harbinger is snapped from his daydreaming by paimon naggingly whispering to him. as childe finds himself back in reality, he registers the sight of the traveler, xinyan and shiki taishou walking ahead distractedly through the narrow dusty hallways of the domain, while paimon had fallen back alongside him.

“are you back now? ok good.” the travel guide snides, hands sassily placed at her hips.

childe chuckles sheepishly. “i-i’m sorry, paimon, but i’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“oh, come on, it’s so obvious! the entire time we’ve been here, you’ve been doing this thing where you either doze off thinking about y/n! y’know as someone so passionate about fighting, you really need to get your head in the game right now.”

he feigns an offended scoff. “that is entirely untrue, comrade. my focus is solely on figuring out this domain’s mysteries and defeating its monsters.”

there’s a brief pause, where childe thoroughly reevaluates what paimon just said.

“wait, how did you know i was thinking about y/n? i-if i were dozing off and possibly thinking about them!”

she scoffs. “puh-lease, you’ve been babbling about them since we got here! almost everything you’ve said has somehow trailed off into y/n, so much so that even shiki taishou is caught up on what’s happened with you two!”

paimon was someone known to be a bit eccentric and overreactive at certain moments, but she also had her moments of being very bluntly honest in other situations. this was one of them. the harbinger deliberates for a moment, out of all the time he’s spent venturing this domain with the paper doll, just how much information had he unwillingly retained about you.

suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over childe and he vividly recalls all the moments during his venture in the domain where he’s talked about you. saying things such as ‘i wonder how y/n is doing right now…’, or ‘hah, y/n’s cryo attacks would demolish these enemies.’ or even ‘oh! that reminds of this one time, when y/n and i were kids…’. lest we mention the multiple times he’s said ‘i can’t wait to return to inazuma with y/n and show them this.’ whenever he’d been exploring the electro land’s scenic locations.

poor shiki taishou.

but then again, is it truly his fault that the mystic omnyou chamber had so many moments and details that were so clearly reminiscent of you? o-or maybe… maybe this was just a domain and everything reminded him of you regardless. but that’s the more unlikely possibility.

he curses scaramouche in his mind for a brief moment. it was all because he decided to go rogue that childe had to leave so abruptly— just when he’d made amends with you, just when the two of you were restoring your friendship. just when you’d started to flash him that devastating smile of yours again, instead of the standoffish snarl you’d presented during his mission in liyue. gods, he could feel his heart pang against his chest. surely it was just the adrenaline of battle, though. even if the group hadn’t faced enemies in more than ten minutes by now.

an even further tucked part of childe’s mind curses paimon next, for pointing out how much he speaks of you, because now he truly cannot stop. he looks ahead towards the end of the corridor and he can’t see what’s next, can’t see the next tatami matted arena where he’ll face a new wave of enemies, something he thinks he wants— no, all he sees is you.

it’s like your face is burned into his retinas, your fond laughter burned into brain and the warm feeling of when he slept against your shoulder burned into his skin.

childe doesn’t doesn’t fight as well as before in the next battle, he’s sloppy and distracted. after the arena is cleared, he’s left with a scratch across his bicep— which, thankfully, the domain grants a healing sigil to mend.

but it’ll never cure him like you do, never soothe the very core of his being like your powers do and it’ll never look at him the same way you did, caring and attentive.

he remembers how he felt lookup up at you then— like you were the stars in the night sky. he needed to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

—

you could almost hear your mother’s nagging tone telling you to not play with your food. as delicious as liyuean cuisine was, you’d lost your appetite halfway through your meal- as well as interest in the tale the restaurant’s storyteller was telling.

it’d been probably the dullest week you’ve had in a while, no new assignments from the motherland, no events happening in the city and… admittedly, no childe.

you can’t find the effort to lie to yourself and say it’s fine that he’s gone, that it’s for the tsaritsa’s noble cause— you don’t care about it. scaramouche could screw off with the gnosis and live his life, as far as you were concerned. in fact, you’d say he deserves it, given all he’s gone through with the doctor, even if he could be an astronomical asshole at times— well most of the times.

and now you can’t decide who to blame for childe’s absence, the balladeer or the tsaritsa. either way, it’s affected you more than you’d ever admit out loud. it’s been such a monotone week not just because of the distinct lack of anything to do in liyue lately, but also because of a distinct lack of… someone to worry about. yeah, that’s what it was, just an unusual sense of calm and nothing to stress over, that’s all—

“even in all my years, i’ve rarely seen someone stare at an unfinished bowl of dragon beard noodles with such intensity.”

a rumbling, baritone voice quips jokingly from across your small table and you’re startled away from your thoughts. looking up, the comment is revealed to come from mr. zhongli, the consultant from wanshe— oh, who were you kidding, the now former geo archon.

you hadn’t formerly spoken to him since the mission to take, well, his gnosis. after the situation with osial was diffusd, you beared witness to an unsettlingly diplomatic exchange between mr. zhongli and the fair lady, where he gave away the very culmination of his divinity like it was spare change. of course, you’ve spotted him countless times around the harbor— merely enjoy the little things the city had to offer. you can’t truly fault him for making the decision that he did, six thousand years is, unspokenly, too much time to not peruse the fruits of his labor from up close.

“a-ah, mr. zhongli! it’s been so long since we last spoke.” you scramble to politely greet zhongli and briefly wonder if you should stand up to bow to him, which he seems to notice.

“my apologies for startling you, doctor— may i?” he gestures to the seat in front of you and you nod.

“yes, it has been some time. i recall you being there for the completion of my contract with the fair lady, but the last time the two of us had the opportunity to meet casually was the very same night we first met.”

you nod curtly— you’re tense, you don’t know why. you know he’s not an archon anymore, you were there to see it, but perhaps the real weight of being in the presence of someone so powerful, not just an archon but the oldest of the original seven, seems to have only settled in now. you feel almost as choked as when in the presence of the tsaritsa, which you know all the same that you shouldn’t be. zhongli chuckles amusedly.

“i ask you to treat me as though you would’ve that night in liuli pavilion, like any other acquaintance. chatting with a mere consultant of a funeral parlor requires no formalities. now— have you been well, doctor?”

you can still only bring yourself to nod wordlessly in response, there’s no need for zhongli to know how royally miserable you’ve been lately.

“and.. may i ask why you held such a glare towards your meal? is it not your liking?”

“oh, no the noodles are just fine, amazing even! i was just… contemplating wether to finish it or not.”

great cover.

“hm,” zhongli hums with playful suspicion. “while a reasonable topic of contemplation, it did very much seem as though you were rather staring through the bowl, as though there is something on your mind. i would not mind hearing what is it that vexes you, doctor— if you’re comfortable to share, of course.”

yeah there was no fooling a, again, six thousand year old divine being with a half-assed excuse like yours. you sigh.

“well— yes, you caught me. the last few days have been, uh… less than peachy for me.”

“what exactly is it troubles you these days?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s trouble but, there hasn’t been much to do at northland bank lately. and childe has been out on a mission for some time now— b-but it’s mainly the lack of assignments!” you stammer.

“is that so? i did hear of childe’s sudden departure for inazuma but it is curious that you’re being kept stationed here with essentially nothing to do. but, if i may— has childe been absent for as long as you’ve felt dull at work or would you say there is no relation?”

already at so few words out of sheer nervousness, zhongli managed still to render you completely and utterly speechless. what are you even supposed to respond to this?

“i-i uhm, i… alright, i won’t even try.” you sigh in defeat and zhongli looks coyly pleased. he patiently awaits for you to gather your thoughts and actually say more than two stammered sentences.

“i truly can’t tell what it is. i feel like i’m supposed to be worrying for him— as if he’ll get injured again or injure someone else o-or even worse, do something stupid but there’s just.. nothing! it’s like i’m so used to being aware of his presence and now there’s nothing and it’s- it’s frustrating.”

“you miss him.”

you pause. do you miss him? no, it can’t be so simple— you have a medical degree, it is most certainly improbable that you’ve been trying your brain over just missing childe. well, sure it was great that the two of you were starting to make amends and stopped being so on-edge around each other but… there’s no objective reason for you to miss him.

right?

“i would not say i even near the level of an expert on matters concerning relationships between people, but i’ve seen a lot in my time. enough to tell you with confidence that it’s most likely you just.. miss him, doctor. and that it is okay to feel this way. the two of you do not stand at odds anymore, you never have— it is reasonable for you to be affected by his absence.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “how do you know if… childe and i stand at odds, mr. zhongli.”

“well, i have witnessed it. both directly and indirectly— the tension and misunderstanding between the two of you during our meeting at liuli pavilion was quite evident and i’ve heard of how you opposed him in battle at the golden house. but that is all it has ever been, misunderstandings and disagreements, but you’ve never truly disliked each other.”

“h-how do you know-“

“he speaks quite highly of you, doctor.”

“wh-what?”

“childe has only ever spoken highly of you— i recall mentioning that had been looking forward to meeting you in person during our dinner, it is all because of how grand his description of you was. plus, during our eventual meetups, you’re mentioned at least once every time. and you, as we’ve discussed, do seem to hold some care towards him, to the extent that you first concern is his health.”

your heart aches and you hate it. it’s a terrible, void sensation that frustrates you to no end. why? why did childe have to make it so difficult for you? why can’t you ever feel simple feelings when it came to him? why couldn’t you ever just feel one way towards him with no smaller part of your brain saying something else? even worse, why couldn’t your brain ever think about anything else— literally anything, instead of just constantly orbiting around the mixed emotions you felt when it came to childe?

you just constantly, restlessly and unendingly seem to care about him.

“you know what, mr. zhongli, i think y—“

“ah, there you are, sergeant!”

a less familiar voice calls out from behind you and you turn around with a bit of surprise— it’s a man clad in fatui uniform, who you recognize as mikhail, one of the officers stationed at northland bank. he’s not exactly someone you interact much with, just a mere coworker you greet every other morning, so you’re perplexed as to why he’s seeking you outside the bank.

“mikhail, what is the occasion?” you ask, briefly eyeing zhongli to find that he remains with a neutral expression awaiting the exchange.

“i am deeply sorry for interrupting your lunch, sergeant, but ekaterina urged for me to find you as soon as i could. a letter has come in from lord dottore for you specifically— she says it is of utmost importance.”

—

the wharf is unusually crowded today.

an untimely flux of either tourists or returning immigrant citizens, perhaps it is an important time of year in another nation— although, childe could truly care less at the moment. he’s doing his best to politely push his way through the sea of people leaving their respective ships while almost unconsciously seeking you out within it. he knows you wouldn’t be here, as his return to liyue was unannounced, but his eyes fly to latch onto your likeness anyway.

childe ends up finding you right in the center of the harbor’s main street, practically right below the catwalks that lead to the bank. you’re slowly pacing back and forth, a piece of paper clutched in your hands and a vacant expression on your face— childe can’t find himself to clutch to those details right now, he just needs to get to your side. he makes large, determined steps towards you, big grin invading his features, and while he’s still approaching you, you spot him and your eyes widen even more. once childe is a mere two steps away from you, he stops.

“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you!” he heaves out gladly.

“ajax—“ you reply in a quiet voice and his heart swells at the use of his real name. he truly can’t contain himself anymore and tackles you into a tight hug, one so strong that stumble back a bit.

his arms snake tightly from under your arms to above your shoulders and his head lowers from being against your own to reaching your shoulder blade— it is as close as he physically get to you, while trying to be respectful of your space, of course. you’re still in shock for maybe five seconds of the hug, but eventually you just let yourself slowly wrap around him and squeeze ever so slightly. both of you have your eyes closed to sink into the moment.

the hug is long, maybe twenty seconds so, and as childe becomes satisfied with its duration and pulls away, he remains with his hands to your elbows in a gentle hold. he sighs with said satisfaction and beams towards you.

“i have so much to tell you about inazuma! unfortunately, i couldn’t find scaramouche there but i managed to see so many beautiful places, so many amazing experie- wait.. what’s wrong?”

the harbinger pauses mid sentence when he notices the numbness in your expression and his bright grin falls into a concerned frown— you feel like the most terrible person for making him lose such excitement. your mouth opens and closes as you find what to say, but you eventually whisper it out.

“ajax, i-i… i have to go to sumeru.”

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Passion is Sometimes a Fucked Up Thing

"Don't worry," Freddy crooned. He swept his fingers against the blood staining his chin and lips and sweater – your blood, that was so much blood – and licked it off with a forked tongue. His eyes glittered with cruel delight. "I don't kiss and tell."

Rating: Mature 🔞 Fandom: A Nightmare on Elm Street Pairing: NN!Freddy Krueger x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Content warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Dubcon, making out, dubiously consensual making out, biting, gore, violence, manhandling, crying, mild torture, this isn’t wound-fucking but it IS mild wound-fingering so make of that what you will, cruelty, sexual undertones, well they’re overtones tbqh, open ending AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH BLOOD FEST BAYBEE!! Week 2, with the keywords “nightmare” and “ravenous” and the prompts “gore” and “monster”. Please mind the tags on this one. I generally write more self-indulgent shit with my x reader fics, but the keywords and prompts for this week resulted in something a bit darker. But hey, this is the horror fandom. Fucked up shit is kind of our thing. As is blending the line between sex and horror lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy <3

It didn’t start out as a nightmare. It started as the furthest thing from it, really.

The dream was murky at first, hazy and faint as if you were trying to peek through a fogged-up window. The only thing you recognized was warmth around you. Holding you in place. Embracing you.

But slowly, the dream solidified, and you became more and more aware of the arm wrapped around your waist, the hand stroking your cheek, the firm pressure of lips against yours. Heat bled sweetly into your skin. When you pulled back, the person's face was blurry, their features out of focus. A blank space your sleeping brain hadn't bothered to fill in. Not that it really mattered. Not when this was a fantasy, not when they were holding you like this. Their thumb swept against your cheek, the touch reverent and tender. They leaned in again. So did you.

You could stay like this forever, you thought. In this gentle, loving embrace.

Their lips slotted against yours, teeth brushing your bottom lip. Scraping just slightly. You let out a sigh that might've been a moan. Their chest vibrated against your own, as if responding to you. The sound failed to reach your ears. But then their teeth were closing on your bottom lip, biting gently, sucking, and you didn't really care.

Arousal flooded your system as teeth tenderly worried your bottom lip and warm hands cupped your throat. Then the bite turned firmer, harsher. You nearly ground down on their lap.

Don't stop, you wanted to say. Please don't stop.

They didn't. They kept going, kept biting down until pleasure bled into discomfort. And until discomfort replaced the pleasure entirely and you started to squirm.

And then sharp pain shot through your lip and pulled.

A cry ripped out of you as you jerked back. Hardness slammed into your back. Pain buzzed through your spinning head, pain so intense you weren't sure you were breathing, weren't sure you could. Your lip burned with searing agony. Warm blood stained your mouth, your front, soaking your clothes and slickening your palms as you braced yourself on the floor.

They bit you. The thought rattled around the inside of your head. They actually bit you.

A scarred face leered down at you from beneath the brim of a fedora.

"Don't worry," Freddy crooned. He swept his fingers against the blood staining his chin and lips and sweater – your blood, that was so much blood – and licked it off with a forked tongue. His eyes glittered with cruel delight. "I don't kiss and tell."

You shot to your feet. Your head swam, pounding and buzzing, and the world careened. Then it sharpened into endless halls and squealing pipes and old statues and sigils carved into aging stone. All washed in red, as if the nightmare itself had been stained with blood too.

Freddy clicked his claws together and chuckled. The edge of his mouth curled up into a mocking grin. "I'll give you a head start."

You didn't hesitate. You took off, nearly crashing into a wall and righting yourself at the last moment to barrel down a random hallway. It seemed like only seconds before the hollow thud of boots started echoing behind you. A shock of fear split down your spine. So you ran.

Ran.

Ran.

Ran, breath sawing in and out in a half-sob, pain ricocheting through your gums and into your skull. Tears blurred your vision until your surroundings were just one bloody streak.

Burning metal sliced through your back and you screamed, stumbling and hitting a wall. Freddy was on you in a second. The fingers of one hand dug into your throat, his other pressing bloody metal talons against your chest. Gore stained the front of his red-and-green striped sweater. Through your tears, he looked less like a person and more like a ravenous beast eager to make his first kill of the night. The thought sent panic surging up your throat.

“This isn’t real,” you sobbed. “This isn’t real, you’re not real. This is just a nightmare. You’re just a movie character. This isn’t re–” Freddy plunged his claws into you thigh. A scream tore itself from your body. Tears spilled down your face, making your mangled lip sting.

“Does this feel like a dream to you?” he hissed. You shook your head as you cried. “No? No?” He shook you, teeth bared. “No. I didn’t think so. Here’s the thing, sweetheart. Sometimes–” He leaned in close, brushing his cheek against yours like a lover. Pivoting sharply from the violence of moments ago. You shuddered. “–Sometimes, dreams do come true.” He pulled out his claws. You choked on your own tongue. “But it’s not always the good ones.” His fingers played with the edge of your wound, coating his fingers in your blood. Slickening his movements. “In fact–” He pressed down. Blood welled and you screamed again, head thrown back in agony. “–Most of the time. It’s the bad ones that come true.” Another tender, agonizing caress. A mockery of intimacy. “Sorry to break it to ya,” he whispered, pulling away.

Your head swam from the pain, body flooding hot and cold. Something roared in your ears. Your vision went fuzzy, and for a moment you were entirely numb. Numb enough that you almost could have mistaken the punishing prodding of your thigh for a loving touch.

If you weren’t already asleep, you were certain you’d have passed out.

“Please.” The word fell from you lips unbidden.

“Please what?” Freddy jammed his fingers against your wound again. Reality – reality? – snapped back into place. You writhed in his grasp. Sobbed through grit teeth. Blood soaked your clothes.

A nightmare a nightmare a nightmare, this was all justanightmareithadtobe –

“Aw, don’t lie to me.” His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, leaving stickiness in its wake. “Don’t act like you aren’t fuckin enjoying this.”

You sobbed harder.

Because he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Even through the fear, through the pain, through the terror and agony and fucking impossibility, there was a part of you that was still stuck on how this nightmare had begun. A part of you that had latched onto the sweetness and arousal. A part of you that was all too aware of how his movements, rubbing and caressing your thigh, were so close to being something else. A part of you that knew that fear and pain weren’t the only emotions flooding your system right now.

Maybe it was some fucked up way to keep you from completely losing your mind.

But that didn’t make it any easier to admit, or any easier to stop the tears.

“Don’t worry,” he purred, all cruel sweetness and gentle bitterness. “Freddy’ll take care of you.”

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A Late WIP Wednesday For You!

Tagged by @throughtrialbyfire!! And I'm pretty sure most of y'all have been tagged already, so consider this an open invite to anyone who hasn't yet! Lemme see yo stuff!

So, writing's going slow, but it IS there. Not gonna share from AR this week, cause most of what I have down is really plor-centric. BUT. I've been having a blast goofing off with this silly, self-indulgent epilogue of sorts and getting to write and flesh out Marasa's family. I've also discovered writing kids is really fun. So y'all can have that instead!

Fluff time ahead, baybee!

Chaos erupted as the door swung open, the sound of two small pairs of feet stormed through the entryway, alongside a cacophony of high-pitched shrieks and giggles. Nebarra glanced at her with a mixture of confusion and alarm. She responded with a knowing smirk.

The sources of the noise skid to a halt across the room, two pairs of eyes peering at the strangers in the house. A third, older and taller mer – though still a good head below Nebarra – stopped behind them, a bright smile on his face. The resemblance was uncanny; this must be one of her brothers. Baeren, going by the children in tow.

“Took you long enough! C’mere!”

“Oof–” She was drawn into another bone-crushing hug. This was going to be a common occurrence, wasn’t it? Marasa swatted him away, still grinning. “Ouch, you ghul!”

Baeren laughed, waving the two children over. They both approached cautiously, not sure what to make of all this. “This is your aunt Mar – remember I told you about her?” They nodded, eyeing her. “And this is… er, I’m not sure if I ever caught your name?”

Nebarra introduced himself once again, the name slowly becoming familiar again. Marasa likely never mentioned it in her letters, keeping it to herself as she’d promised years ago. He jumped, feeling something tugging on the leg of his trousers. One of the little ones gawked up at him. A little girl, sandy hair pulled into two long braids and the tiniest nubs of Bosmeri antlers just beginning to show, looked at him in wonder. Should he… say something?

“Wow, you’re really, really tall!” she chirped before standing up proudly, puffing out her chest. “My name is Lorne and I’m almost five years old! Papa says I’m a big girl now. Right Papa?”

The other, a small boy with a mop of wild auburn hair and dark eyes not unlike both Marasa and her brother, stood behind his sister, looking a bit more suspicious of the strange mer. He took the pair of them in for a moment before he spoke up.

“Why are you yellow?” Nebarra blinked.

Marasa burst into laughter, doubling over with her hands on her knees and tears in her eyes. Each time she thought she’d contained herself, his dumbfounded expression just set her off once again. The small boy watched her for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles as well, clearly pleased with himself. So much for not encouraging bad behavior.

“Oh, by Y’ffre – I’m sorry about that. They’ve never met an Altmer before.” Baeren crouched down, gently scolding the boy. “You can’t just ask something like that, Faedon.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s impolite.”

“Why?”

“Ohoho, we are not doing this again – not after last time,” he shook his head. “Took an hour to wear him out, I swear.”

The front door slammed open once again and another pair of footfalls stormed in, however these were much heavier than the ones belonging to the tiny mer in front of them. They, too, were accompanied by raucous laughter, this time distinctly adult – though one wouldn’t guess as such listening to the… colorful story one was telling the other.

“Oh, boy.” Marasa chuckled under her breath.

“What do you mean oh, boy? I don’t think I like tha –”

“Sis!!” called a pair of not-quite-identical twins in unison, each with autumn orange eyes and small antlers, though only one sported the auburn hair most of the family had, the other matched his niece and father. Other than that, however, there was very little difference between them. They were tall for Bosmer – not that it was saying much, in Nebarra’s opinion – made all the more evident when they lifted Marasa off the ground, squishing her between them in a massive hug. She squirmed, getting her hands over her head to yank both of them by the antlers to get them to let her go. Nebarra had to admit it was amusing to watch.

“Ugh, you two smell like a kollopi’s ass! Did you even bathe when you got back into town?”

“Papa!” Lorne yelped, scandalized. “Papa, auntie Mar said a bad word!”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Welcome to the cringe corner!

A place where I, the admin, will write some of the most self indulgent stuff my little heart desires, from fluff to angst, there are no bounds! (..Mostly)

Rules and such under the cut!

Bio will show request status!

General admin intro;

Yoyo ! I'm the admin, I'm a nonbinary (they/he/it) + ace (**specifically aegosexual) writer and artist! You won't really see much of my art on this blog, though... I have a huge habit of attaching myself to lesser appreciated character, which... sucks since there's next to no content on them.. and I have intentions to fix that for my fellow obscure character likers!

I get real strong brainrots, so fandoms come and go a lot and vary in intensity so don't expect me to stick to one fandom for long; this is a multi fandom blog baybee! Though Zenyatta and Ramattra (overwatch) currently have me in a choke hold

Edit; genji from overwatch has joined the chokehold

What I will write

Fluff, light angst, and some suggestive stuff (will be tagged and handled accordingly, same goes for angst)

Reader x canon

Oc x canon

Headcannons, scenarios, and sometimes hybrids of it! I may make short fics but it'll likely never be anything long or polished due to lack of experience and skill + I'm on mobile

Really I'm fine with most stuff, but on the off chance you ask for something I'm uncomfy with I'll let you know!!

I am uncomfortable with writing romantic stuff for characters that are canonically underage or non-anthro(?) talking animals (think like winston and that hamster from overwatch, I ain't writing anything for them or characters similar; I don't consider them furry) HOWEVER, I am comfortable with platonic and/or general headcannons!

Reader by default is GN/not referred to by pronoun, but you can specify for pronouns!

What I won't write

Full on smut

Problematic stuff

Heavy topics (r4pe, active** s/h, ect)

Again I'll let you know if you ask for something I am uncomfortable with!

**I will not be writing anything regarding s/h where its actively being done or the wounds are fresh. However I am mostly comfortable with healed scars, as long as the prompt revolving around it doesnt make me uncomfortable

Current fandoms

(This is subject to change!)

Overwatch

The Owl House

Yeah that's really my main 4 rn, overwatch is my current #1 though.. I'll try to keep this list updated though!

Creepypasta

Slashers! I'm picky with who I write for, though, as I'm still catching up on different franchise's!!

That's really about I think! I don't really have many boundaries, and I'll make sure to communicate any issues! Only other thing I can think of is to please try not to spam!! Of course I can't control you nor prove if it's all you if youre using anon, but please try to be mindful + do not pester me to do your request (sometimes I need time to get ideas and grasp writing characters or I might have other reqs, you know?)

That is all!

Edited on 4/18/23

[nintendont2502]

What's up with heirstuck and reboot

Heirstuck is just my version of the generic homestuck fantasy AU (the planning document is actually named 'Yet Another Generic Fantasy AU' so I kinda call it heirstuck + YAGFAU interchangeably lmao), but idk I think its fun. I put a shit ton of effort into the world building/lore but also I have no fucking clue what to actually do with it? Idk might write smth after I finish Reboot

Reboot is just 'self indulgent shit: the fic' and I love it so fucking much. It's also the only fic idea I've actually written something for (8k so far baybee). It's all I think about at work because driving is Boring

Hold up im gonna add a cut here because im about to infodump hard

Reboot: takes place 10 years after the game ends, and right after Dirk kills himself like he does in the Candy timeline (except there's no Ult selves this time - dude was just Not Doing Great). Jake *also* isn't doing great, manages to convince himself that there *has* to be a Dirk, and somehow Hopes into existence a 13 year old Hal, who's very confused (because his last memory was dying as Arquiussprite when he tried to leave the game*) and definitely not Dirk. Jake freaks out, Hal *also* freaks out and passes out (partially due to just being overwhelmed by being literally Hoped into existence), and Jake takes them to Dirk's old apartment where he uh. May or may not keep him kidnapped there for just over a month (although he'd never admit that he's essentially kidnapped someone to himself). Also he keeps trying to figure out how to 'fix' everything, and somehow ends up deluding himself through the power of Hope into seeing Hal *as* Dirk. Hal (who at this point is incredibly scared just by. Everything (including Jake flipping his shit and punching him at one point) goes along with it.

Eventually Jane figures out what's going on, finds Hal and loses her shit because holy shit her husband created life, kidnapped said life and didn't tell her for a month straight. Hal ends up moving in with Dave and Karkat (who are very very gay and very very in denial about that) and gets a job with crockercorp because he doesn't fully trust dave and karkat yet, and wants to be able to support himself. Eventually he realises thst he *can* trust dave and karkat (and his job is incredibly fucking boring) and he tries to quit, but whoops! Turns out he was *technically* registered as Crockercorp property.

To try and cover up Jake's... everything, Jane secretly gave him a role at Crockercorp in the research and development sector, with Hal legally being his prototype for Crockercorp's supposed AI program. Jane was originally just going to leave it, but crockercorp is struggling financially, and AI research could be enough to keep them running. Which means.- Hal isn't allowed to leave. Obviously Hal, dave and Karkat are *furious* about that, but there isn't anything they can do - legally, Hal doesnt exist as a person, and when they try to take Crockercorp to court, they lose. Bad. Jane (who isn't the absolute worst yet but judt give her time) offers them a contract where Hal can do his work from home four days a week, and only comes in on Mondays. She does get worse though. Way fucking worse - she begins to realise that if they're going to pull off the AI thing (and they have to, because they've invested so much time already and there's so much on the line), they need Hal to obey them- and right now, he isn't doing that. Being at Dave and Karkats most of tje time gives him a stable home base, so he feels confident enough to tell crocker to fuck off and not play into her robot shit. Eventually, she starts getting even more desperate, and Bad Shit happens which I won't spoil here :)

Heirstuck doesn't have a plot yet, but it's pretty standard 'homestuck fantasy AU' shit. Derse and Propsit are two separate kingdoms, ruled by the alpha kids (who are 20) with the beta kids (who are like 16) being the heirs to the throne. Alternia is a separate kingdom on the outskirts that fucking hates the human kingdoms, and the human kingdoms are also at war with each other

The rules of succession are pretty interesting though I think - each kingdom has two thrones, the male and the female throne. Only members of the royal family who show signs of magic abilities are able to claim the throne, and there's always two royals of each gender - one on the throne, and a heir. In both kingdoms, the male members of the royal family take one last name (Strider in Derse, Egbert in Prospit), while the female members take a different last name (Lalonde in Derse, Harley in Prospit).

The last Queen of Prospit (Queen Harley) mysteriously disappeared one day, along with the former King Egbert, leaving Jane and Jake to take the throne. Only a few days earlier, Queen Lalonde and King Strider of Derse *also* died, forcing Dirk and Roxy to the thrones. All four were far younger than any recorded rulers in history, and the suspiciously close timing of the rulers deaths only lead to more suspicion between the two kingdoms, fueling the war even further. Just after the crowning of the two kingdoms new rulers, the ruler of Alternia - Her Imperial Condesce - returned after her decades long disappearance, telling Alternia to ready for war

Before Queen Harley died, she spent a lot of time with her Heirs Jane and Jake, although what she did was unknown. It must have had an impact, though, because when Jane ascended to the throne, she took the last name 'Crocker' instead of the traditional Harley, in honour of the former queens original last name. Similarly, only a few days after he was crowned, King Egbert completely disappeared (although rumours have spread that he now goes by Jake English or Doc Scratch, in honour of the God he's created a cult around on the outskirts of the warring kingdoms)

(Also yeah Queen Harley is absolutely just HIC in disguise - she brainwashed Jane into further intensifying the war between Derse and Prospit before she 'died', and she told Jake about a powerful God known as Lord English in the hopes of distracting him to get a weaker King on the throne (poor John). She didn't expect him to actually raise LE - it was the equivalent of just jingling keys in front of a baby's face, only for them to snatch them, sprint away and commit mass vehicular manslaughter in your Ford f150.)

I dont really have too much in the way of plot yet, but I do have some random ideas:

- after HICs return, karkat is suddenly in a lot more danger as a mutant (and someone who neber manifested powers, unlike every other troll) - so he gets the fuck out and flees to Derse, where he meets dave

- speaking of Dave - he never manifested powers either. He shouldn't be heir, and they all know that. He came along with rose to serve as her body guard (and also to get away from his older brother, who - resentful that *he* never got called up to take the throne - trains Dave *way* too hard). Rose fakes a vision that Dave is meant to be heir, and dirk and roxy pretend to believe it because holy shit they can't just send him back

- Jake uses dirk as a host to manifest Lord English. Cue incredibly insane Dirkjake here

- I have. Thoughts about classpects and how they manifest but I can't be fucked writing them out jere

- HICs main goal is to have the two human kingdoms turn on each other so they weaken each other, and then the trolls can sweep in and take them all out (right now they live underground after some ancient war drove them out or smth).

[fixedfour]

[tuliptiger]

I want to add to this because it's fun to dream.

1.) Flight??? And Free travel under your Own Power is pretty cool. What a life changing feeling it would be to be lifted and held aloft by the wind and the air you know? Touch the clouds and see the stars and the moon and the sunrise and sunset in a whole new light.

2.) Fire breath, a defense that really says fuck with me you know? I'd love for people to stop trying to fuck with me (in a malicious and manipulative waybecause the result would be immediate death or something painfully. The claws, teeth, horns and tail are all included in this.

3.) In my imagination I'm still able to retain my intelligence and speech tbh. I still want to be coherent, depression and all. That being said there's something so distinct about animal body language I think would really help me be understood you know?

4.) Big old lizard baybee BIG old lizard.

5.) Hitting home on those top two. To be intimidating enough to stand up for myself and not worry about my safety on the day to day. To defend the things and people I love and care for. To be able to move freely without money or goods, to be able to find my own food and eat a lot more things because human bodies are like. They're pretty cool immune wise but they are also very not cool immune wise. Poisons and bacteria really do a number on us and I feel like the internal furnace of a dragon might fix some of that plus lizard system.

6.) Free from the capitalist system we live and die in. I feel like I'd be able to take life at a slower pace. I could exist in the weather, no clothes no house.

This is all under the assumption people worldwide just accept and are cool with dragons. Not missiles or scientific tests or military uses of dragons.

Anyway thanks for reading I'm being self indulgent and daydreaming of a life better lived.

The one thing that will never change is that I still believe I would live a better life as a dragon. I'm almost 28 and I still believe this. I think I believe it more truly and deeply every year actually. Maybe the reasons why become more nuanced and mature but like the point still stands.

I don't know if I'd want the life span but I WOULD want all the other benefits. And the cool thing is it could literally be any kind of dragon (as long as it flies) and I'd be happy.

[sodapopbuoy]

gay gay homosexual gay

[peabeanmilk]

happy pride <3

[soft-dyke-omo]

Can we talk about characters from a bad home, having made some terrible experiences with wetting accidents, and coming to associate them with being ridiculed or punished?

But it’s been years, and they’re sure they must have gotten over all their trauma, until one day, the unthinkable happens. They have a full-blown accident, in front of their best friend, (significant other?) and they’re sure this is end, they’re going to get mocked, ostracized, their friend is going to be disgusted...

But they aren’t. 

They just gently lead them to a place where they can clean up, gently comforting them, helping them out of their soiled clothes when their muscles won’t obey them in the midst of their anxiety attack...

hhh it’s the comfort guys i just go buckwild for the comfort.....

[the-blaze-empress]

i think TECHNICALLY i started out on the specific site for fanfic of the 'School for Good and Evil' book series. cant remember the name of it, not sure it counts

surprisingly no. i was a pinterest girlie (slash gender neutral)

hahahahah yes. of course.

nop not rlly smth im that interested in tbh

i am literally starting another rp in between writing these bullet points ive been rping for so many fucking years oh my god i got discord because of rp

yah ive beta read fics, original work, school work, all sorts. less in recent years but still yes

i havent had a fic beta'd for uhhhhhh two years!! yah since i got into the myct fandom space properly its all been fresh straight from the google doc baybee

i am writing like two self indulgent fics rn. i have written so many self indulgent fics. theyre the best

look sometimes a keysmash is the best way to get ur thoughts across bc sometimes it do just b like 'SJKDFHDSJKF' yknow?

literally all the time i am so forgetful of what i have or havent left kudos on

i love fluff yes but its best when paired with a good amount of hurt

used to be like. 90% a ship writer (against my actual desires, i always liked exploring gen relationships n shit more than writing pure romance)

i wouldnt call it a genre, id call it a format. i can and will write an essay on this

currently only actively writing for mcyt but have written and will continue to write for other fandoms. am spinning ruthari around in my head soooo fast. also sorvus.

FUCK researching im literally gonna avoid it as much as i can i stg

i didnt used to but i started doing it a few years ago and now i live by it. sometimes i do chapter by chapter and sometimes just the key points to hit

yeah literally always. i often intentionally distract myself with smth else for a while

a few times yeah!! i treasure ALL OF IT SO MUCH!!!!

hahahahhhhhh yeah so many. so so many. rip enderdragon tubbo thats the best beeduo i will ever write

editing? whos she? i barely edit after finishing smth (i tend to edit as i go along) but formatting my BELOATHED

'i dont need to write this down ill remember it in the morning' *does not remember it in the morning*

never been drunk so no

also dont drink tea or coffee so another no

nuclear winter series you are beloved in my heart <33

ehhh no i wanna be a professional filmmaker. ill still write but i dont want to make it my Whole Thing yknow?

tagging anyone who wants to do this!!

Fanfiction Writer Bingo

I was tagged by @backwardshirt in this post!

Ooooh I got a Bingo! I got TWO bingos! THREE!!!

Couple Clarifications:

oh yeah I had a wattpad phase. No, you won't find anything written by me currently on wattpad.

Good luck finding my smut content; it's a secret ;) (if you're under 18, do not ask me for it at all, please)

I never get anything I write beta-read before posting. I don't have that kind of restraint, I want to post when I want to post and I don't want to wait for someone else to read it over (and I am really my own hardest editor anyway; always have been).

"Fanfiction is an actual genre" - I did not mark this one because it's not true? Fanfiction has many genres within it. It is Actual Writing, most definitely, but it isn't it's own genre. It spans across all genres. (it's like saying "novellas are a genre" or "comics are a genre"; no. They are a Form of Media, and very valid, but not a genre)

Yeah, someday I would love to publish original works and be able to make a living doing what I love. I even have some original stuff in the works to hopefully publish, but sometimes I go back and forth with the idea, unsure if I really wanna go down the money route. Yes I know professional writers should have editors and alpha readers and beta readers. But it's different than fanfic. I don't feel like it's the same, so therefore for me it is not and I can justify it. Like how I don't mind being told what to do at work but I will fight anyone who tries to tell me how to live my personal life. :D

Fandoms I (currently) write for:

Bleach, Blue Exorcist, Twisted Wonderland, JJK, Fire Force, BNHA (sort of)

Tagging: @kimium; @azurexsnake; @filipinoizukuu; @kamikazequail; @moonlarked; @sithmonarch

No pressure to participate, but feel free and have fun! (if I tagged you and you don't write/don't currently write, don't sweat it, seriously there's no pressure 💜💜💜. If you write but don't post/haven't posted yet, that's fine too and you can still participate! All fanfic writing counts!!)

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