#shoutout to the discord babes for this idea

[stalebagels]

Jon doesn't have UNO

[harlequinoccult]

holy shit that is quite a list

[iamamythologicalcreature]

What the WIP Wednesday am I doing?

Okay, sooo apparently everyone is doing WIP Wednesday, today. (Okay maybe not the entire internet, but you know, there's a lot of wipsday action, today.) I thought, "Okay. Sure. I can get lost in this crowd. It's a good crowd."

So, I say to @alexalexinii, @monbons, @prettygoododds, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @mooncello,

@blackberrysummerblog, @fiend-for-culture, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @noblecorgi,

@drowninginships, and @artsyunderstudy (who is the devil on my shoulder today apparently XD)... You are all to blame for this. Yup. Your fault. Peer pressure! (Thank you for tagging me though, I look forward to seeing what all you have happening in your creative minds. <3)

Cause. Well. I don't usually post art in progress. I'm far too anxious a person to do such a thing. It's fine if it's a sketch that's like... finished as a sketch. But in progress? *gulp*

Well, here goes.

This is what I've been working on, usually when I'm supposed to be working on something else:

Mermay!

(sorry for the low contrast, my eyes are delicate orbs that shy away from bright light...)

I did three sketches. One of which I will endeavor to color and make all nice and pretty. I've already determined it's not going to be the first one. The other two are neck-and-neck and it will likely come down to who has fins I like better. Which will it be? Tender snowbaz or playful snowbaz?

(Either way, I'm very determined to give Simon mermay wings. So that's going to happen come hell or... high water... *ahem*)

Honestly, I just really love merpeople. I'm surprised it's taken me this long to attempt this. The very first thing I ever learned to draw as a little bittle babe was a mermaid. (My teachers did not appreciate my dedication to anatomical accuracy the way I did.) Soooo Mermay? Mermay is a THING? Well, twist my arm, guess I have to snowbaz it.

(Oh, and shoutout to another guilty party, the SSCoNE server. They put the idea in my head. OH, and @cutestkilla. For general encouragment. And @hushed-chorus. For general encouragment and writing a gorgeous fic with merman Baz in it. )

Even more tagged people under the cut:

HELLO OUT THERE! @rimeswithpurple @run-for-chamo-miles @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @that-disabled-princess

@arthurkko @raenestee @facewithoutheart @emeryhall @agni-ashes

@skeedelvee @thewholelemon @supercutedinosaurs @tender-ministrations @bazzybelle

@ic3-que3n @imagineacoolusername @valeffelees @roomwithanopenfire @ileadacharmedlife

@aristocratic-otter @best--dress @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @onepintobean

@palimpsessed and anyone else who wants to join in/say hi.

(I love getting tagged, because I tend to miss out on things if I don't get it stuffed into my notifications. Feel free to hit me up on Discord, too, send links. I just can't often browse tumblr as I wish. Not if I want to draw and... read... I need to do some reading...)

*Pitch Manor is still happening, I'm just taking a break to draw fish boys in between doing a few too many other things. I like being busy.

[vs-redemption]

This piece was written as a part of the anniversary event for the @konoblog-simps Discord server. Be sure to go to the MASTERLIST to read and support the pieces by the other writers for this event.

Hurt/Comfort (Jean Kirstein x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Heavy themes of marriage (Shoutout to @undersero for inspiring this idea)

The clock sitting up on the mantel was the most unoffensive object you could think of. It was a beautiful, handcrafted thing that had been gifted down to you and your boyfriend by his parents when the two of you had finally decided to move in together. They’d told you to think of it as an early wedding gift which had made both you and Jean blush and sputter awkwardly. It was a sweet memory, but you had no idea when you’d actually be able to make their wishes come true. You and Jean were still trying to get established and weddings were expensive and time consuming to plan. You knew that first hand since you’d been helping your best friend with their wedding, and the time on that gorgeous mantel clock was telling you that there was only an hour or so before you had to leave for the ceremony and you were still sitting at the floor of your living room wrapping silverware for their reception.

“Babe,” Jean peeks out of the bedroom, hair still damp from the shower while holding up two ties. “I have no idea what to wear to this thing. What does ‘dressy casual’ even mean? Are we dressing up or looking casual?”

“We already talked about this yesterday,” you sigh while grabbing another fork, knife and spoon from the pile in front of you and lining them up on the napkin to wrap them as neatly as possible. It was one of the easier things your friend had asked you to do for the wedding, so you had kind of brushed if off as something you could do once everything else was taken care of. But once you started on the task and realized how much of a pain it actually was to get the creases perfectly and to tie off the napkin without letting everything else shift and unravel, you began to worry you wouldn’t get it done in time. Combine that with the fact that you had to do over one hundred of them after a long week of working a full-time job that didn’t pay nearly enough, and you were starting to become panicked and cranky.

“You just said we were going to be outdoors,” you could hear the frown in his voice. “It’s going to be insanely hot out today. Do I need to wear a jacket?”

“No,” you reply shortly, fingers fumbling to hold the flap of the napkin down while tying the ribbon around it in a perfect bow.

“Do I even need to wear a tie?” He asks.

“Jean!” You huff and look over at him sharply, “Please. Can’t you see that I’m working on something right now? I have to get these done and I haven’t even started getting ready. I’m sure whatever you pick out will be fine.”

Jean bristles at your tone and you didn’t blame him. It wasn’t his fault you’d put this job off to the last minute. But maybe you did hold him at least a little responsible for the fact that you two hadn’t even talked about getting married, at least not seriously. You’d dropped more hints than you could count while going through the wedding process with your friend, but he always seemed to shy away from the topic.

“I’ve just never been to a beach wedding before,” He says, “and I don’t want to be the only one over or under dressed.”

“I don’t have time to help you go through your closet right now,” you hold up your hands, wanting him to understand that his wardrobe was the least of your concerns at the moment. “Sorry. Maybe when I’m done with this.”

“Well how long is that going to take?” He eyes the pile of silverware in front of you warily.

“Not that long if you offered to help.” You hadn’t meant to sound as accusatory as you did, but the stress had been building up within you as the date approached and it wasn’t as if you could take out the burden on your friend. It was their wedding and you didn’t want them worrying about a single thing on such an important day.

“What?” Jean recoils and then furrows his eyebrows. “I’m not doing that! You’re the one that took on this job and waited until now to do it.”

“When was I supposed to do this, Jean?!” You gape at him, hating that he actually called you out. “I’ve been working every single day only to come home and do stuff for this wedding. Rehearsal dinners, re-fittings, making center pieces, collecting RSVPs and helping with seating arrangements. It’s a lot!” Tears had already begun to burn in your eyes. Deep down you knew that you weren’t mad at Jean. You were just overtired and overworked. Plus, all this wedding talk had made you both wonder and fear if your own relationship with Jean was going anywhere.

“You know what?” He throws up his hands. “All I asked was for some help with what to wear and you turned it into this huge thing.”

“Wow! Forgive me for expecting some sympathy and support from my plus one…” You roll your eyes, trying to calm yourself down by looking at your lap and taking a few deep breaths.

“Well maybe I don’t want to be your plus one anymore.”

You blink, processing his words for a moment and not believing they’d just come out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was a deeper message in there and it made you feel terrified to look up and meet his eyes again.

“I didn’t mean that.” He has the decency to try and backtrack but the words had already been said.

“Didn’t you?” You finally look up at him, anger and hurt in your eyes. Jean looks surprised and falters for a moment before coming over and sitting on the couch in front of you.

“What does that mean?” He whispers.

“For weeks I’ve been doing nothing but wedding stuff, imagining what this process will look like for us and hoping that you’re starting to feel inspired to take that next step too… but it seems like you’ve only been more distant lately.” You hated to say it out loud because it might just pave the road to a destination you really don’t want to arrive at. Jean is silent for a few moments which only serves to make you dread his reply all the more.

“Is that really what you think?” He finally asks.

“What?”

“You really think I don’t want to marry you?” He tilts his head curiously. “There’s nothing I want more than to be with you forever.” He says it calmly and firmly as if it were the truest thing he’s ever said. “And of course, all this wedding stuff has been making me think about us and our future. I know it’s a lot to take on and I’ve probably delayed us too long for so many trivial reasons, but I know it’ll be worth it. Marriage was always in the cards when I decided to be with you.”

“But then why haven’t you said anything?” You ask quietly. “I feel like you’ve hardly talked to me at all recently.” Jean laughs and shakes his head.

“Honey, you’ve been going full steam ahead with all this stuff that I haven’t had a real chance to properly spend time with you. You get home and immediately start on a project or get ready to run out the door again to go to one of your friend’s appointments.” He finally moves off the couch to kneel next to you on the ground, gathering you in his arms. “To be honest, sometimes it felt like you were the one that wasn’t talking to me.”

He had a point. Suddenly it was so obvious. Poor Jean had been putting up with you and all your running around lately, and you had the nerve to accuse him for being distant. Before you could even try to feel guilty though, your boyfriend is assuring you that everything is okay.

“You’re a good friend to help out so much with this wedding. I wasn’t really angry that you were taking the time to do all this stuff for them, but I did miss you.” He grimaces a little then. “And maybe I was a little resentful that you asked for my help when I haven’t even gotten to spend much quality time with you lately. I shouldn’t have snapped at you though. That wasn’t right.”

“And I shouldn’t have gotten so wrapped up in all of this and neglected you,” you bring your hands up to cup his face. “I’m so sorry Jean, for that and for accusing you of not wanting to be with me.”

“No need for apologies,” he assures you before leaning in to press his lips to yours sweetly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress. I should’ve offered to help you a lot sooner.” He pulls away and looks at the pile of silverware. “Show me how to do this and we’ll get it done in no time, okay?”

Your lips pull into a smile and you nod your head, a feeling of relief settling over you as you grab a set of silverware, a napkin, and a ribbon. “Thank you so much,” you begin to show him the steps of how to roll it all up and tie the bow neatly. “And once this is done, I’ll help you pick out something appropriate to wear.”

The mantel clock continues to mark the passing time as the two of you sit side by side, the pile of silverware growing smaller with every minute. At first, it had seemed to be counting down the moments to an urgent deadline, but now it almost felt like it was ticking forward towards a wonderful future where you and Jean could finally enter a new chapter and take the next step in your relationship.

@anlian-aishang

[mariamegale]

Ok, ok, but listen. Subby Babe is a mood but I'm feral over the thought of subby Gene. Gene, who never allows himself to relax. Who fusses and worries and takes care of everyone else to the point of exhaustion. Then, when he and Babe are finally alone, Babe takes his time with Gene. Pouring his affection over him. Making sure Gene knows how appreciated and loved he is. And the aftercare? THE AFTERCARE? I need all your HC's when you have the time <3 [Room to rent gifs did this to me, ps]

oh anon, darling dearest, you have no idea about the can of worm you just opened. first of all: room to rent, im gonna cry, i absolutely love that. also shoutout to @rillalala and @anthrobrat and @dansssks for being my discord dm headcanon babes and helping fuel the monster that is: me having baberoe thoughts (also spina/julian bc i l o v e them)

BUT OKAY. subby gene. subby gene getting taken care of. allow me to raise you, subby gene being subby as pseudo-therapy.

I'm imagining a situation like... Gene has had a really fucking long week, an even longer day, regrets going into trauma medicine after nine hours of endless backbreaking emergencies to save people's lives and he didn't even have time to appreciate the cute note Babe left in his lunch box. and then clocked overtime, because he felt bad over the night shift nurses coming in to find the store room understocked.

gets home, is absolutely exhausted, wants to curl up into a tiny aching ball and sleep forever or possibly just die a little bit. preferably on top of babe, or not, because babe is in a good mood and Eugene had promised to make lasagna. it's friday night, and friday nights are pasta nights, and it's the one night of the week that Gene isn't allowed to tell Babe that he needs to have more vegetables. Also, he should call his parents, because it's been a while, and Ralph had that thing--

But, because Babe is Babe, he takes one look at Eugene on the sofa and knows his tired lump of a boyfriend is not being soft with himself right now, and thinks maybe he could do with someone being soft at him for him instead.

Sits down next to him, and when he puts his arm around Eugene's shoulders, Gene leans in. Babe kisses the crown of his head, his temple, asks "long day, Genie?"

(THIS GOT LONG AS DICKS SO A READ-MORE IT IS)

Eugene hums a tired, "yeah," in response, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Babe's shoulder. "I'll start dinner in a moment, I just wanted to sit down for a sec."

"You could do that," Babe agrees, running his hand up and down Gene's arm slowly. "Or you could stay here with me. I missed you, baby, missed you a whole lot this week."

"We gotta have dinner." It's a weak argument, in part because Eugene is entirely sagging into Babe's side at this point, and Babe just keeps going with his plan to kiss Gene's head a whole lot.

"We can order something," he argues. The hand that's been stroking Eugene's side moves up, two knuckles tracing over the skin of Gene's neck instead. "And I can take care of you, if you want me to." There's a beat of silence, neither a yes or a no coming from Eugene, so Babe runs his fingers through his black hair, leans his forehead against the crown of Gene's head. "Are you tired, sweetie?"

Eugene nods a little bit, and Babe's heart aches in a very familiar way. "Yeah?" He continues, scraping gently at Eugene's scalp. "Want me to take you down a bit? Yeah? Tell you what to do?"

Another nod. Babe is trying really hard not to smile, because Gene is fucking exhausted, but he's also starting to show that very specific brand of vulnerability that makes Babe's heart palpitate a little bit.

"Okay," he says, moving his free hand to Eugene's legs, tugging on his knees a little bit. "C'mere, pull your legs up, over my lap. I'm not joking when I said I missed you, Gene, I know you're doing good things but these long weeks kill me a little bit."

"Sorry," Eugene mutters while scooting over to put his legs across Babe's lap, arms going around Babe's neck. Babe shushes him.

"None of that. You're wonderful, baby, I just miss when you're not with me. But whenever you aren't, I get to know it's because you're off being wonderful somewhere else, with someone else, and that makes me happy. Got it?"

Eugene nods, and Babe hugs him very close. With a smile, he closes his eyes to just take a moment to let himself feel this, Eugene's weight on his lap, the warmth of his body against Babe's, the slight tickle where his breath ghosts over his neck.

"Good boy," he says happily. Eugene squirms a little. "But now, you're with me, and I'm gonna make you feel very good and then come on your face, because I love you and think you look great like that."

It makes Eugene laugh, which was the point, but also draws out a happy sigh from him as he leans in a little more, fully relaxing against Babe's body, letting him call the shots from here.

It feels like consent, it feels like excitement. It feels a lot like being loved, and Babe loves that.

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WELL THAT GOT VERY LONG ANYWAY HERE IS THE REST IN BULLET FORM:

Eugene has a real hard time asking for things, so a lot of these scenes are centred around babe either aggressively caring for him or aggressively making him ask for things he need

imagine all the times babe has absolutely destroyed his ass with paddles or other instruments of pain in order to get to the point where eugene just cannot say "green" when babe asks anymore, and then proceeds to get VERY heavily rewarded for being a brave boy who told his boyfriend when he couldn't take anymore

furthermore, imagine all the times when eugene has asked for babe to do things to him so that the faint aches from the bruises can help him feel grounded when he does intense or taxing tasks the next day

imagine the third, eugene being forced to echo back the nice things babe say to him until he eventually start believing them to be true

a f t e r c a r e

there are SO many snuggles in the bath! far too many, their friends think! their friends can jolly well fuck off!

babe wiping or kissing the tears from eugene's eyelashes

babe telling eugene how well he did and how proud babe is of him, only for gene to cry more

babe cooing at his still-crying boyfriend as he bundles him up into a little pile

(babe just really likes it when eugene cries, alright)

eugene's incredibly soft aftercare pyjamas that he only wears for aftercare. they have happy little fried eggs and sheep on them. also a lot of novelty t-shirts because he's tired enough and happy enough to allow himself to find them endlessly hilarious

babe giving him all the kisses and towel-drying his hair after their bath-or-shower, making sure he's FLUFFY and WARM and SOFT before they go to bed (if it's late and/or eugene is particularly Tired) or the sofa (if they have a day to spend after this) to cuddle a lot

babe has a kink and it's called "making my tired anxious boyfriend forget that there's a world outside my dick and his ducky pj's"

thank you for your time

[ariadne-inthesky]

I planed to first whine on main about the rpc distate for OCs. But. You know what ? Not today RSD and anxiety, not today (obviously lying because someone got me whining on main on discord and that was Thera) !

Instead.

Huge shout-out to those amazing rpers who plays OCs !

@therapardalis - Ari's BFF5ever ! And the Mun ? A BABE AFTER MY OWN HEART

@irrfahrer - Ari's favorite cursing Tynnan !

@world-between-worlds - Ari hasn't interacted yet but the Mun is AMAZING.

@ittna - for Canons and OCs alike ! A darling !

@specialagentace - ANOTHER DARLING with whom I can't way to rp more with !

Also shoutout to the canon rpers who are amazing and put up with me everyday for some (yup that's u my lil finnish troll ❤)

@cyberneticmuses and @thezabrakassassin - for all those adorables Star Wars and Marvel skunks murderous babies ! And the Mun ? Well. She's one of my favorite person in the whole world (and she's been putting up with me since 2017 so she deserves at least a gold star for that !)

@ncxile and @strsstruck for all their Star Wars (and more ? 👀) grrrrremlins behaving like grrrremlins !

@cardinal-carvings I had no idea who Cardinal was and lemme tell you something, Xander is so knowledgeable about that poor Cardi that you'll wish they made a full-feature movie on him (directed and written by Xander of course !)

@notsith Galen needs more Luv, ok ?

Also shoutout to the people who aren't there anymore because IRL life took over ! And the people I probably forgot because I'm on mobile and my sausage-fingers and bad eyesight aren't used to it ! And shoutout to YOU who read that post !

[stealing-jasons-job]

Fic updates & timeline 🥰

Here is my current prompt list and potential timeline. 

I’m currently participating in the @t100fic-for-blm initiative, and I am working through those prompts in the order I’ve received them. I appreciate all of you guys being patient (especially with my WIPs that have taken a backseat for the initiative), and I’m excited for what’s coming down the pipeline! At the moment, I am not accepting new prompts until I can work through this list. <3 

The rest is under the cut, but here is an up-to-date look at my fic list: 

Current ongoing projects

Upcoming fics 

WIPS I swear I haven’t abandoned 

Current ongoing projects

Wreck Jroth Club Fic Collab 

Would you choose the end of war and suffering in your own lifetime if it meant the end of every other universe, too—including ones where you, your friends, and your family are happy and at peace?

Or, the S7 finale rewrite where Clarke experiences some of these other lifetimes and makes the ultimate choice of whether or not the end of suffering in her own reality is worth sacrificing infinite others where things might have gone differently.

An angsty fic collab where different writers from the Bellarke fandom write different chapters as part of an overarching story. Each intro is written by me, as well as the first chapter, last chapter, and a few sprinkled in the middle. Follow @wreck-jroth-club for updates! 

Bellarke Big Bang - Find me in the light 

While I can’t unveil the premise just yet, I am a writer, creator, and mod alongside @animmortalist for Bellarke Big Bang 2021! First chapter will publish in June, but I’ll be working on this fic in my spare time between now and then.  Y’all, get ready for some ANGST. I haven’t been this excited about a fic in a long time. 

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Upcoming fics 

Linctavia prompt — official title TBD

Prompted by @1munequita

Linctavia as sexually frustrated parents whose daughter continually interrupts them. 

Cross my heart - official title TBD 

Prompted by @thecspenciskillingme

Gallagher Girls AU! 

Normal 18-year-old girls graduate high school and then go off to college with their friends. Maybe they join a sorority. Hell, maybe they get a boyfriend or girlfriend and fall in love. They sleep in and skip class and stay up late with their equally normal friends.

But Clarke Griffin has never been normal.

It comes with the territory of being the daughter of two renowned spies for the CIA. Clarke had been raised to speak seven languages and be able to change her entire appearance with nothing but a pair of nail clippers and some shoe polish. She wasn't built for normal.

Angsty. Spy shit. Multi-chapter. 

I see a monster’s eyes in the mirror - official title TBD 

Prompted by @constellationbellamy 

S6/7 AU — Bellamy got nightblood in S6 when Josie took him prisoner, and Bellamy is who Slim Sheidy "takes over" in S7. Fulfilling all of our void!Bellamy dreams without the religious indoctrination ala Steve and Etherea. Also, there will finally be a reason why no one killed Slim Sheidy as soon as they realized he was back. 

Is this potentially the angstiest idea I’ve ever had? 120% But don’t worry, it’ll have a happy ending. My name is not Jason. 

Criminal Minds AU - official title TBD

Prompted by @constellationbellamy​ 

A Bellarke Criminal Minds AU. 

Song prompt: Let You Down by NF

Prompted by @edgelessness

Everyone thinks Clarke has the perfect life, including her best friend's older brother Bellamy. But that's far from the truth.

Angsty AF.

Bear Grylls AU - official title TBD 

Prompted by @slyth-princess 

A collab between myself and @writetheniteaway for Beardcave. 

Don’t expect me to fall in love with her, too - official title TBD

Prompted by @writetheniteaway

Against all odds, Steve Doucette fell in love with Bellamy Blake. And Bellamy fell for him, too. But once they start rebuilding back on Earth after the "the last war” and transcendence turns out to be a myth, Steve starts to realize exactly what Bellamy meant in the cave when he said Octavia and Clarke were the most important people in his life.

As he gets to know the blonde, he can see the deep connection that exists between her and Bellamy. They are part of each other’s souls, and Steve can’t help but admire the way they are together. He’s not going to stand in the way of their relationship, whatever it is — after all, he was raised believing you could love more than one person equally. He knows Bell loves him, and he’s okay with the knowledge that Bellamy loves Clarke, too. But just because he understands why his boyfriend loves her doesn’t mean he has plans to fall in love with her himself.

Then again, you know what they say about well-laid plans.

Angsty. Sappy. <3 The OT3 we deserve. Multi-chapter.

Two sides of a coin — official title TBD

Prompted by @sparklyfairymira

Bellarke/Jeresa crossfic for all you QotS fans! Teresa and James are trying to establish themselves in the Dallas market, but DEA agents Clarke and Bellamy are determined to not make it easy. Throughout the fic, both sides will start to understand the other a little more and learn how to coexist without sacrificing their livelihoods or their integrity.

Angsty AF. Multi-chapter.

WIPs I swear I haven’t abandoned 

Since joining the BLM initiative, my focus has shifted away from WIP updates and toward completing prompts as they come in. To be honest, I was not expecting to receive as many prompts as I have (which is amazing on so many levels), so I apologize for how long it’s been since some of my fics have been updated. 

I appreciate you all being patient, but here are the WIPs I swear I haven’t abandoned! If anyone wants to prompt chapter updates for the BLM initiative, that will help get these on the prios list sooner. But otherwise, these bad boys will still get done. Albeit more slowly.  

I'm gonna get myself back home to you 

S4/5 AU where Bellarke gets together before he goes to the Ring, and he never believes she’s really dead. Told from multiple POVs before, during, and after the Ring. 

Next update: Ch. 6 — March 2021 

Intertwining Your Soul 

Arranged marriage grounder fic. 

Next update: Ch. 12 - March 2021

Amor vincit onmia 

S7 rewrite to spite Jason. 

Next update: Ch. 2 — March 2021 

There are some things written in the stars

Timeless AU

Next update: Ch. 4 - April 2021

Choices We Make 

Greys Anatomy AU. 

Next update: Ch. 9 - April 2021 

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If you’ve made it to the end of this long-ass update post, I commend you. lol But hopefully for those of you wondering when certain things will be published or what upcoming fics you can expect from me, this provides some clarity! 

You may have noticed I took off the expected publish dates. I’m trying like hell to stick to a schedule, but I can’t make any promises and I hated letting anyone down if something didn’t get published on the expected date. 

Shoutout to my BAHSA babes for keeping me sane, thebellarkes Discord for enabling my angsty-ass fic ideas (and for prompting me for BLM to write a ton of said ideas). Forever grateful for a community of people who support my writing! 

Come hang out with me on AO3 @stealing-jasons-job or Twitter @stealjasonsjob! 

[horrormaestro-aaa]

wow ,  just  wow.        as  of  october  7th ,  2020  it  has  officially  been   one  year   since  i  launched  jackie’s  original  blog.  now ,  her  concept  as  a  whole  began  much ,  much  earlier.  july  23rd ,  2019  to  be  exact.  i  knew  i  wanted  to  delve  into  the  world  of  stephen  king ,  i  knew  that  i  wanted  to  do  something  different ,  i  knew  that  i  wanted  to  take  a  novel  that  i’d  always  loved  with  characters  i  always  loved ,  &  give  them  life  through  someone  else’s  story.  ariel  “ jackie ”  torrance  was  the  product  of  that.  i   did  not   ever  think  i’d  get  off  the  ground  with  her ,  as  she’s  a  female  original  character  &  the  rpc  can  be . . .  well ,  the  rpc.  but  thanks  to  some  pretty  awesome  people ,  she’s  taken  on  such  a  life  of  her  own  with  eight  original  arcs  spanning  four  decades  of  her  life.  she  has  such  a  detailed  biography  that  only  writing  out   five   of  those  has  the  word  count  at  just  over  6,000  words.

she’s  truly  my  favorite  brainchild  out  of  writing  for  twelve  years  &  i’ve  met  so  many  amazing  people  while  writing  her.  so  many  amazing  people  that  have  pushed  me  to  go  farther  when  i  was  ready  to  throw  in  the  towel  on  her.  i  don’t  know  that  she  &  this  blog  would  be  around  today  had  it  not  been  for  the  lovely  beans  i’ve  met  along  the  way  &  continue  to  express  their  admiration  for  her  character.  so  i  wanted  to  make  this  post  as  a   thank  you.   thank  you  for  listening  to  my  3  am  rambles  about  the  tiniest  headcanons.  thank  you  for  enabling  her  impulsive  &  reckless  behavior  at  times  so  that  she  has  to  be  put  in  uncomfortable  situations  to  grow.  thank  you  for  always  believing  in  me  &  my  ability  to  tell  a  story  even  when  life  has  thrown  me  the   wildest   of  curveballs  &  i  don’t  get  to  be  as  active  as  i  once  was.

i’m  going  to  give  a  couple  of  little  shoutouts  below  the  cut ,  &  then  in  no  particular  order  i’d  like  to  thank  some  of  the  people  who  have  been  by  my  side  since  jackie’s  beginning.  if  you  aren’t  listed  because  we’re  recently  mutuals  /  friends ,   please  don’t  take  offense.  i  adore  you  all  &  it’s  such  a  pleasure  to  see  you  &  write  with  you ,  but  as  a  huge  milestone  in  her  creation  &  growth ,  i’d  like  to  give  credit  to  those  who  helped  keep  jackie  around  for  you  to  meet  her.

first ,  to  the  dan  to  my  jackie ,  the  steve  to  my  bucky ,  my  loveliest  virgo  wife :   annie ,  you  have   always   been  there  to  encourage  me  to  push  boundaries  with  her ,  push  her  out  of  her  comfort  zone.  get  inventive  &  creative ,  to  develop  npcs  with  such  depth  that  could  have  lives  of  their  own  too.  when  i  told  you  about  jackie  as  a  mere  concept ,  you  didn’t  hesitate  to  make  a  blog  for  dan.  you’ve  helped  me  strengthen  the  bond  between  jackie  &  the  only  family  she  ever  needs.  you’ve  helped  me  give  her  such  fantastically  deep  flaws  within  her  torrance  genes ,  but  a  relationship  with  her  cousin  that  allows  her  to  be  seen  as  more  than  a   “ mary  sue ”   relative  oc.  your  love  of  stephen  king  reignited  my  own  burning  flame  &  i  love  you  so ,  so  much.  trust  when  traveling  is  safer ,  i’m  cashing  in  those  flight  vouchers.  we   will   go  ask  mr.  king  about  dan’s  true  timeline.  bet.      //      @neverreallyend ,  @prouddov ,  @descriptionbegins ,  @spiritsfound

next ,  someone  i’ve  known  for  going  on  four  years  now.  my  softest  bean  &  the  other  1/3  of  the  triple  virgos ,  joey :   even  when  you  weren’t  on  tumblr ,  you’d  always  love  jackie.  like ,  writing  on  discord ?  just  even  listening  to  my  rambling  about  her ?  chef  kiss.  you’ve  been  alongside  annie  where  when  i  wanted  to  give  up  on  her  or  shit  got  rough  with  anything ,  you  had  my  back.  you  supported  me  on  this  journey  &  always  encouraged  ultimate  creativity.  i  cannot  thank  you  enough  for  that  or  just  the  friendship  you’ve  honored  me  with.      //      @notdoriangray

another  person  i’ve  known  for  four  years ,  but  arguably  has  enabled  most  of  the  dumbest  shit  jackie  has  gotten  herself  into.  my  chaotic  fire  sign  partner  in  crime ,  holly :   bro.  you’re  literally  one  of  the  hardest  working  people  i’ve  ever  met ,  &  because  of  that ,  there’s  been  times  where  we  don’t  talk  as  much  or  as  often.  but  we  always  stay  in  contact  no  matter  what.  when  i  spout  off  random  ass  ideas  or  come  to  tell  you  what  dramatic  or  thotty  shit  jackie’s  gotten  herself  into  this  time ,  you  tell  me  to  spill  the  tea.  but  it’s  also  gotten  me  into  personal  peril ,  toxic  friendships  that  you  could  see  through  &  help  me  be  a  better  person  in  the  end  for.  &  you   always   build  jackie  up  when  i  feel  insecure.  if  that’s  not  a  real  one ,  idk  what  is  dudeski ,  but  i  love  you !      //      @desireforged ,  @createdestino ,  @sharpsensations

my  significant  annoyance ,  cas :   you  were  100%  jackie’s  first  ship.  well ,  isaac  was.  you  get  it.  i  didn’t  expect  anyone  to  want  to  ship  with  her ,  let  alone  develop  something  over  a  year  in  the  making.  it’s  insane  to  me  how  loyal  you  are  both  as  a  friend  &  jackie  supporter.  i  can  tell  you  the  dumbest  shit  about  her  &  all  you  do  is  acknowledge  how  dumb  it  is  but  then  also  support  her.  i  think   i  love  her [ jackie ]   has  become  your  catchphrase  at  this  point.  but  her  connections  to  isaac  &  bruce  have  helped  me  establish  her  comfort  in  romantic  relationships  so ,  so ,  so  much.  you  have  no  idea.  it  leaves  me  shooketh  how  much  i  adore  you  &  everything  you’ve  done  to  help  keep  jackie’s  muse  alive.      //      @scarfwere ,  @milletant

fellow  non – binary  taika  waititi  lovebot ,  pantu :   what  started  as  me  geeking  over  how  well  thought  out  &  conceptualized  tj  is  &  how  astounded  i  was  at  the  originality  has  turned  into  the  most  excellent  of  friendships.  you’re  so  fucking  talented  both  with  writing  &  in  general   ( elizabeth  schuyler  is  that  u ? )  &  i’m  so  thankful  to  call  you  my  friend.  along  with  friendship  re :  jackie  &  tj ,  you’ve  helped  me  establish  another  sense  of  how  jackie  might  respond  to  romantic  intimacy  with  kc.  someone  who  is  something  more  than  temporary.  &  the  plot  we  have  with  @multides  in  her  it  verse ?  you  &  ash  both  with  eddie  &  danny  have  made  me  fall  so  in  love  with  how  jackie  sees  a  child  with  shit  parents  &  instinctively  wants  to  protect  them.  wants  to  guard  them  with  her  life.  it’s  yet  another  dimension  to  her  that  i  couldn’t  have  discovered  without  you  &  ash.  thank  you ,  babes.      //      @glittervcins ,  @inmarcesiblcs

&  now  for  everyone  else  who  has  always  me  feel  so  fucking  great  on  any  of  the  blogs  i’ve  had  jackie  on.  the  ones  that  are  no  doubt  a  reason  she’s  still  here  today  &  the  ones  who  make  me  so  damn  happy  she  is.  again ,  this  is  in  no  particular  order  &  if  we’re  newly  mutuals  please  don’t  take  offense  to  not  being  on  here.  also ,  if  you  have  more  than  one  blog  i’ve  only  listed  one.

@clownwork   //   @familiartm   //   @fuckingvictus   //   @multides   //   @thunderbringer   //   @dukecrocker   //   @troubldtwn   //   @dyingbrced   //   @snowbrn   //   @lustsfcrlife   //   @scribedhorror   //   @killedminds   //   @stapcs   //   @storiescrafted   //   @agtwarren   //   @starlyht   //   @kxngslxyer

[someonefantastic]

If You Thought the Head Trauma was Bad…

More migraine Shawn and roommate stuff! Basically I headcanon that Shawn, Gus, and Juliet all lived in the loft together between s8 and the first movie. Also if you want more fics on Shawn and migraines, then feel free to check out my day 3 or @bijulesspookyohara​'s day 5. Shoutout to the folks of the psych discord, primarily @victoriantrashjohn for coming up with the concept and jackal switch for a lot of these migraine remedies. Oh and also @tonystarksspoopyhouseofkids because she drew this adorable pic of Shawn that inspired a scene in this. And shoutout to @chaosintheavenue for beta reading this! Summary: Shawn has a migraine. It's a good thing his best friend and his girlfriend are there to help. Warnings: migraines, nausea, ambulances ___ Shawn groaned as he snuggled deeper into the couch, barely even able to open his eyes. It had been an incredibly long day- he had spent most of it trying to infiltrate an illegal jewelry ring with little success, just another failure on his quest for Juliet’s engagement ring- and he was in the middle of a full blown migraine. He had seen it coming, recognized that the sharp pains in his brain and the small ripples of nausea could easily lead to later pain, but he had ignored it, instead letting the image of his girlfriend (fiancėe’s) elated face spur him to work harder.

And now he was suffering the consequences. No ring, no joyous girlfriend (fiancėe), just a massive, brain pounding, vision blurring migraine.

He sighed, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around him. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, blanket over his head, its soft fabric enveloping him. A pair of child-sized kitty earmuffs were placed squarely on his temples while the sounds of 80s heavy metal filled the air. The shades had been drawn keeping the sun from invading- not that there was much on a rainy San Francisco evening- and the room was cast in a red glow, the source being a small red LED candle that Jules had bought him. It was cozy and nice and he could almost forget the incessant pain in his head.

There was a jiggling at the door and Juliet and Gus walked in, their loud joyous laughter causing him to wince. They paused, and he caught Juliet frowning as Gus walked over and collapsed into the armchair besides him.

Juliet’s hair was falling out of her half-ponytail, Gus’ tie was slipping from its knot, they smelled like coffee.

“Headache?” He asked, voice much quieter.

Shawn barely nodded, squeezing his eyes tight as sharp pains radiated through his skull.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Juliet’s soft voice spoke from his side. Warm fingers gently brushed his hair and he relaxed into her touch. “Did you take anything?”

His voice was strained, “Ibuprofen, a few hours ago.”

Gus spoke up, “He could take acetaminophen. It works differently than ibuprofen so it won’t cause any problems.”

“Perfect,” Her lips pressed against his forehead, “I’m going to go get changed and get you some meds.”

“Thank you,” He muttered, sad when she pulled away.

“Can you get me some too?” Gus asked, beginning to undo his tie, “My side is killing me.”

“Sure thing.”

After her small footsteps faded away, Shawn cracked an eye open. “What’s up with you?”

Gus frowned. “I pulled a muscle lifting boxes for that cute girl in marketing.”

His memory flashed back. A woman in blue, long black hair, Gus doing the thing with his nose. “Michelle?”

“Yeah… it was all for nothing, I overheard her talking about some dude named ‘Levi’.”

“Tough luck bud. That’s a solid name.”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Gus rubbing his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Hey, where is the heating pad?”

Shawn jerked his head back, groaning as the motion caused the throbbing to double. That wasn’t his brightest idea. “Under Jules’ side of the bed. Just make sure to put it back when you’re done, she needs it for cramps.”

“Ah,” Gus nodded, standing up, “Sure thing.”

A stain on Gus’ pant leg, the carpet was rumpled, an empty can under the chair.

He shut his eyes tight again, trying to stop himself from noticing, an in vain attempt to ward off his abilities. Instead he flashed backwards, various images and memories jerking to the forefront of his mind, waves of nausea close behind.

His blue bouncy ball in fourth grade, divorce papers being signed, a bright smile on a beautiful blonde.

His jaw clenched, swallowing roughly as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. He leaned forward, trying to focus on the music around him. The beats moved in and out, giving him something to concentrate on.

“Babe?”

His eyes cracked open, the corner of his mouth turning up at the sight of his girlfriend (fiancėe). Her hair was now all the way down and she had pulled on his Thunderbirds sweatshirt. Even though she was only wearing the hoodie because it smelled like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride- after all, she usually refused to wear any football team’s merch aside from the Dolphins’.

“Here.” She handed him some pills and water which he promptly took, noting how Gus did the same.

The cool water felt nice but did little to soothe the ache in his head. “Thanks.” He frowned, noticing how her knuckles were bruised, “Did you get into a fight?”

“What?” She glanced at her hand, giving a good natured shake of her head at his abilities. “No- well, kind of. I was sparring with Sam and accidentally punched him square in the jaw.”

He chuckled, “That’s my girlfriend.” Not noticing how she frowned at the term.

Now that his eyes were open, his brain leaped back at the chance to pick up on things.

Small smudge of mascara under her right eye (probably missed it when washing her face), a few crumbs above Gus’ lips, dog hair on the hoodie sleeve.

He groaned as a sharp pain erupted in his head, vision blurring and stomach churning dangerously.

“Shawn?” Juliet’s voice was worried and he soon found her sitting next to him, guiding his head to her lap. She shushed him, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. “I need you to stop thinking, okay? Just focus on my hands.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed, allowing himself to fixate on her and only her. He felt warm and safe in her arms, her presence always serving to be a beacon in his crazy mind. Honestly he couldn’t imagine life without her, ever since he walked into that dinner nine years ago she had become a permanent staple in his life. He loved her so much it made his heart hurt. Even though the idea of marriage still terrified him, he knew deep down that he didn’t want to marry anyone else but her.

“I love you,” He muttered, reaching up to squeeze her hand.

“I love you too Shawn,” He could hear the soft smile in her voice, “Get some rest.”

He snuggled deeper, a small smile on his lips. Her hands would occasionally drift over to his temples, rubbing where the earmuffs weren’t situated. It was very calming and soon he felt sleep begin to overtake him.

Somewhere between Judas Priest and Holy Driver he heard a groan- and not from the music. It dragged him out of his sleep. Vision blurry and head foggy, he cracked open his eyes. The groan sounded again. He barely registered Juliet’s hand pausing it’s soothing motion and her concerned voice, instead his eyes were on his best friend. Gus was clutching his side, the color draining out of this face.

Jerking upright, he ignored how his head throbbed. “Gus? You okay?”

There was no answer as Gus’ eyes rolled back and he pitched forward, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

“Gus!” Shawn and Juliet yelled in unison.

In a flash they were both at his side, Juliet’s fingers on his neck and his hand being held tightly by Shawn. “He’s still alive, I’ll call an ambulance.”

Memories flashed through Shawn while his mind burned.

A large crowd, pain in his side, sweating, collapsing, a white room.

He should have noticed sooner, should have seen the signs. If it wasn’t for his headache-

“I think his appendix burst.” He all but shouted, words tumbling out of his mouth. This was all his fault, he should have noticed, he was trained for this for pete’s sake. The one thing he was good at was picking up on information, little things that most people didn’t notice.

He had failed Gus.

Looking back, he remembered the time between Gus collapsing and the ambulance coming so clearly but in the middle of it all, it frankly felt like a blur of regret and blame and worry.

As he watched Gus’ unconscious body being loaded into the ambulance, his hands shook, tears threatening to fall. Juliet grabbed his hand, beginning to lead him to her car. The paramedics only had room for one person but selfishly he needed Juliet to be his rock. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on without her.

She squeezed his hand, wide, worried eyes gazing up at him. “He’ll be okay.”

Nodding mutely, he followed her to the car. All he could hope was that she would be right.

[rocinantescoffeestop]

@whumptober2020​: Day 17 – Blackmail

Fandom: Psych Characters: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O’Hara Universe: Post-Psych: The Movie Summary: Shawn gets a note: ‘come alone or your secret’s out.’ (A/N: shoutout to @someonefantastic​ for giving me this idea on the psych discord! credit goes to her!)

A letter drops to the floor. Shawn stops mid-stride to stoop down and pick it up.  The back of the envelope is blank, not a return or shipping address, not even a stamp. Stepping into the kitchen, he flops the rest of the mail onto the island before tearing open the mysterious envelope.

“What’s that?” Jules inquires, turning away from the cabinet with four plates in hand.

“Uhh, I don’t know yet,” replies Shawn. Creases formed in his forehead as magazine clippings fell from opening. He spared them little mind, instead focusing on the actual letter inside. He tugs the paper out and unfurls the trifold.

Pasted onto the blankness are cut outs of letters arranged into a comprehensible sentence. Yet Shawn wished he couldn’t understand its message.

COme aLonE or Your seCREt is ouT.

“Babe?” He glanced up from the message to look Juliet in the eye. “I think I might have another psycho after me.”

[shipmistress9]

HW2020 -- 2: Pet Names

Here’s a shoutout to the ATOV Discord Server. Thanks for always being supportive and coming up with great ideas. 😊

And on we go, part two of my Hiccstrid Week 2020. T-rated modern AU this time.

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“Can you hand me the mayonnaise, please?”

Hiccup raised an eyebrow at the combination of food on Astrid’s plate. “Really?”

Astrid stuck her tongue out at him. “Yes, really. Beef with broad beans, haricots... and mayonnaise. It’s the absolute best. You should try it.”

“Ew, no thanks,” Hiccup wrinkled his nose at her occasionally weird taste, but handed her the requested dish of mayonnaise. “Here you go, Milady.” 

Beaming, she took it and spooned a good amount of the pale goo onto her plate. “Thanks, babe.” 

With a slight shake of his head and a fond smile, Hiccup watched his girlfriend devour the weird combination with relish, noticing the bemused looks she got from other customers at the hotel’s dining room. This was Astrid for you, never ashamed of anything. And he loved her for it.

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“Can I ask you something?”

“Mmh?” Astrid looked up from her book and over to her boyfriend on his side of the bed. “As long as you’re not going to ask whether I’m pregnant because of my 'strange cravings', go ahead. Because that’s a joke my mom makes since I’m five years old.”

Hiccup coughed, poorly covering up the laughter that threatened to bubble up inside him, and Astrid smiled – both at his reaction and at the fond memories of friendly teasing around the Hofferson’s dining table.

“No, that’s not it,” he said, then grinned. “But you could say it goes into the same direction.”

“Oh? How’s that?” she asked, bemused. He knew that she took her pill rather religiously, so, surely, that couldn’t be his concern. 

He chewed on his lower lip, hesitating even though he’d started the conversation. “I was just… well, wondering, you know? Why you picked up babe as a pet name for me. " He shrugged, looking curious.

Astrid blinked, and even though she tried to keep a composed face, she couldn't keep her lips from twitching. Truth be told, she hadn't thought about that, at all. The name had sprung to her mind without thought or reason; it just fit.

But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little, did it?

"Well," she began, leaning back into the plush cushions of the hotel bed, and pretended to think about it. "I think I chose it because you truly are like a baby, and I constantly have to watch out for you. No, don't deny it," she quickly went on when he was about to protest. "You do remember us doing zip lining yesterday, right? Without my help, you couldn't even have put on the gear."

At that, he rolled his eyes, waving at her with his arms. "Astrid, it's part of your job to help people into safety gear like this, being a climbing instructor and all. Letting you help me was only logical. That doesn't mean I couldn't have done it myself!"

Astrid giggled. "Whatever you say, babe. But what about our skiing vacation last year?"

"That was an accident!" he emphasised, blushing. 

He looked a little put out though, so even with how much fun it was to tease him, Astrid decided to show a little mercy. Quickly, she shifted until she knelt above him, straddling his legs, and taking his cute face into her hands. Her mood shift clearly having caught him off guard, he blinked up at her. His lips parted, but before he could say anything, she firmly pressed her mouth to his, cutting off any complaint he might come up with. 

“And I picked it because you’re just so adorable,” she mumbled against his lips, grinning after kissing him to distraction. “Because I love to watch you when you’re getting excited about something new, when you’re entirely focused on something interesting, and when you sleep, so peacefully. My cute dorky boyfriend. And I never want to be without you again.”

Hiccup pulled away a little, gazing up at her in clear surprise. Astrid bit her lip and looked away. She wasn’t sure where those words had come from. Oh, they were true, all right. But it wasn’t really like her to get sentimental like this. Although… that was another thing she loved about Hiccup; that she could let go around him, could become soft and open and trust him not to hurt her. 

It took Hiccup a few moments to react, to lift his hand to her chin and turn her head around until she was looking at him again. “Do you know why I call you Milady?”

Frowning slightly, Astrid shook her head.

“Two reasons,” Hiccup explained with a warm smile. “First, because that’s what you are. You are my lady, the love of my life. You are the one for me. And I don’t want to ever be without you, either.” 

A strange warmth spread through her chest at his words. She wasn’t surprised, not really. Even though they’d never before phrased it explicitly like this, they knew about each other’s feelings and how deep they ran. But still… had they just proposed to each other? 

Too overwhelmed to think, let alone form coherent words, she leaned in for another kiss, one that only ended about half an hour later with them both sweaty on their backs and panting for air. 

“Oh, wow! That… yep!” Astrid gasped, grinning. “Hand me the water, babe? I’m parched.”

Chuckling to himself, Hiccup rolled around and reached for the bottle on the nightstand, and mumbled something like, “As I said, two reasons.” 

Only dimly, Astrid remembered him having said that before, and frowned. “Right. What’s the second reason?”

Grinning, he handed her the bottle. “Because you have a tendency to order people around, me included.” She wanted to protest, but he cut her off with a quick kiss and added, “And I love you for it.”

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[karasunonolibero]

2019 writing self-evaluation

so i did this over on my main last year, and since i had what i felt was a productive year, i wanted to do it here! i’ve included all works, from every fandom i wrote for, so there’s definitely a variety but also a clear distinction of when i stopped writing 1d and started writing for haikyuu, heh. anyway, i’m proud of all the work i’ve done this year, so here’s to 2020!

ALL FICS MUST HAVE POSTED ON AO3 IN 2019

1. Number of stories (including drabbles) posted to AO3: 50

2. Word count posted for the year: 147,038

3. List of works published this year (in order of posting):

two loves have i (5 january)

it’s only your imagination again (25 january)

the pain’s only temporary (8 february)

blow a kiss, fire a gun (9 may)

waiting to be found (14 may)

a swim with a shark (6 june)

sweet and lowdown (19 june)

one more time as if we planned it (24 june)

always be my thunder (23 july)

will your mouth read this truth (30 july)

tumblr drabbles & prompts (last updated 3 august)

I’m on my way up (’cos you make me bliss out) (completed 4 august) (collab with Rider_Of_Spades on ao3)

even mountains crumble into the sea (7 august)

we’re on each other’s team (14 august)

dangerous, tainted, flawed (20 august)

life can do terrible things (25 august)

the night before life goes on (1 september)

when the letter says a soldier’s coming home (17 september)

when the air ran out (19 september)

something missing tonight (21 september)

built castles from sand (26 september)

underneath the stars we came alive (8 october)

sweet talk and sugar (10 october)

got my name on this treasure (11 october)

just a little taste, babe (14 october)

iwaoi horror week drabbles (completed 1 november)

don’t let the tide come (31 october)

daisuga week drabbles (completed 24 november)

how (not) to put on a condom (26 november)

taste the tension, now i’m begging (2 december)

kiss the boy (7 december)

till tonight do us part (11 december)

i wish i could be there now (13 december)

on our way to twenty-seven (15 december)

for the dream far away (24 december)

a collar full of chemistry (25 december)

fall down and commune with me (28 december)

a little of love’s electricity (31 december)

the city is at war (last updated 31 december)

4. Fandoms I wrote for: (stats pulled from the ao3 filter feature on my works)

haikyuu!! (41)

one direction (9)

the legend of zelda: breath of the wild (3)

all time low (1)

crystalline (1)

5. Pairings: (i didn’t count side or past pairings)

iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru (14)

sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi (13)

oikawa tooru/sugawara koushi (4)

azumane asahi/nishinoya yuu (3)

kuroo tetsurou/sawamura daichi (2)

kuroo tetsurou/yaku morisuke (1)

akaashi keiji/oikawa tooru (1)

sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi/terushima yuuji (1)

sawamura daichi/terushima yuuji (1)

sugawara koushi/terushima yuuji (1)

link/revali (1)

mipha/zelda (1)

louis tomlinson/harry styles (5)

louis tomlinson/zayn malik (1)

alex gaskarth/louis tomlinson (1)

liam payne/louis tomlinson (1)

zack spade/pixel fade (1)

6. Story with the most:

Kudos: two loves have i (275)

Bookmarks: two loves have i (34)

Comments: two loves have i (25)

9. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

on our way to twenty-seven! i was digging into some identity and sexuality issues that i myself have dealt with in the past and writing about it was the first time i’d really dove into some of that stuff, so i really enjoyed writing it and i think it’s some of my best.

i’m also really proud of i’m taking back the crown and i wish i could say why. i just really like the way it came out. writing oikawa as this desperate dethroned prince trying to reclaim his kingdom at any cost only to be beaten at his own game in his own home was just...ugh. it was so much fun to write.

10. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

one more time as if we planned it, definitely. i just felt super rushed writing it. it was for the one direction rarepair fest, which was super fun, but i had Just finished a longer fic a few days before this one was due and i initially tried to drop out because i thought i wouldn’t be able to finish it, but i did, but i still feel like it’s rushed and just not as good as it could have been if i’d planned better and given it some more time.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

im gonna do what i did last year and post more than one, because 1. i can’t decide and 2. i quite honestly am pretty proud of a lot of what i wrote this year

from when the letter says a soldier’s coming home —

Tooru’s squealing somewhere behind them, and Hajime’s gruffly trying to get out the door, and he’ll have to call the school and make up something about being sick so he can spend the day catching up with Daichi, but it can wait. It can all wait. Because Koushi’s waited long enough. It’s about time the rest of the world waits for him.

from strawberries on a summer evening —

Suga hums against him, licking strawberry seeds from between Daichi’s teeth, like he’s just as intoxicated by Daichi as Daichi is with him. Daichi could live here, in this feeling, ignoring everything except how Suga sounds (like bliss personified), smells (like sunblock and sweat), tastes (like sugar and salt). He’s the hottest part of the summer, high noon in mid-August, just this side of too much to handle, but addicting in how it leaves you at its mercy.

from on our way to twenty-seven —

“Sorry, what was your name again?”

Tetsurou opens his mouth to say his American name, but he catches Daichi and Suga looking at him, and he swallows it down. “My name is Tetsurou. Tetsurou Kuroo.”

“I thought you wanted people to call you Tyler,” Timothy says.

Tetsurou shoots him a glare and says it again, feeling his confidence start to grow. “My name is Tetsurou Kuroo. Tetsu is fine, too, but I don’t go by Tyler anymore.”

12. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

any time tasteofsummersnow left me a comment, it made my heart go doki doki!! her comments are so in depth and so very sweet and it’s so much fun to see her real-time reactions to my writing. i go back and reread them like once a week they’re so nice ;_;

13. A time when writing was really, really hard:

the spring/early summer in general was tough, like from march to june. i didn’t post anything between february and may, and i feel like i was struggling a lot creatively around like may/june of this year. i think it’s because a lot of stuff in the 1d fandom was really turning me off at the time and that’s when the burnout fully hit.

14. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

definitely sugawara in the city is at war. i was writing that first chapter and initially i just wanted to see him step up when daichi wasn’t around but he very quickly turned sadistic and ruthless and scarily sharp, which is just so much fun to write him as. and his relationship with daichi is just—ugh. love that violence-fueled romance. they would kill a hundred men for each other and be turned on once they were finished.

honestly, all of the city is at war has surprised me. the idea came to me in a dream on a long bus ride, of all the clan leaders having a meeting and being attacked, and i woke up and banged it out in 36 hours. i meant it to be a oneshot but as i wrote it, i realized i loved the au so much there was no way i could leave it at that. so now it’s got a whole plot and all that. fun!

15. How did you grow as a writer this year:

last year i said i felt i grew writing angst and exploring different emotional themes, and i think i built on that even more this year. i did a bunch of shorter pieces this year and i feel a lot of them really explored emotions and characters more than plot, and that’s been so much fun. and then as well, like i said before, i’ve branched out into the crime-action genre with the yakuza au. and! iwaoi horror week was my first real attempt at spooky/creepy/horror-type writing, and, it was a fun challenge for sure.

i also said i wanted to just keep writing and be spontaneous and i definitely did that this year. i posted so many fics not caring how long it had been since the last one—sometimes it was less a day. numbers stopped mattering to me. i posted just because i wanted to put my writing out there and share it with the world, knowing there had to be someone out there who’d like it.

16. How do you hope to grow next year:

i feel like 2019 was a year of trying a lot of new things, so in 2020 i’m hoping to explore some different ships and tropes. the sheer number of characters and ships in haikyuu means there’s a ship for just about every trope and au out there, and i want to play around with some dynamics i’ve never written before.

17. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

as always, a shoutout to the loggies, who have been a fantastic source of inspiration and support all year even after i retired from 1d fic. and i would also like to thank the people i met via various hq discord servers—you know who you are!! thank you for the sprints, the encouragement, the inspiration, and the friendship. as someone brand new to the fandom, the support and sense of community has been nothing short of amazing, and you guys are part of the reason i felt so comfortable in this fandom so quickly.

18. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

actually, yeah. even mountains crumble into the sea was written the night before i broke up with my ex. i wrote it as an exercise to get all my feelings out, lay them all on the table where i could see them and pick through them, and then imagine the best possible way the scenario could go.

19. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

honestly—just write! write what you’re happy with. write even if you don’t post it. write, because everything you do is practice that’ll help you improve.

and don’t be afraid to write out of order or write more than one project at a time. i know that won’t work for everyone, but for me, if i didn’t immediately write what was on my mind, i probably wouldn’t have posted half of what i did this year.

20. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

hey remember last year when i said i was gonna finish the breath of the wild au?? L M A O i’m really gonna finish it next year i swear!!

i have a fic posting in the spring for the nsfw big bang which i’m ALSO very excited about! i’m lucky to be working with such a talented artist and the end result is gonna be amazing and i’m so so excited.

i also want to keep going with the city is at war, because that plot was a pleasant surprise. and there’s an ever-growing list of fic ideas and aus that i’m so excited to write—some of them were originally for larry aus but i’ve repurposed them for haikyuu pairings and that’s helped breathe new life into some old ideas.

21. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

anyone who sees this and wants to do it! just tag me, i wanna read your answers!

[southsidelover]

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE? : i feel very lucky in that i have a great cheryl to pair with my toni when it comes to the show canon - @chaosblossomed has been so great and so supportive of all the different ways i’ve tried playing toni in the last almost 2 years. i have other really phenomenal shipping partners (shoutouts! @evcryhcrd & @srpntloyalty (all your babes) & @picassoxbaby & @ourpyrrhicvictory (all your babes too!) & @goodnessfilled & @mcntlethemagnificent​ & @oddyssea) who seriously push me to be a better writer, every single day. i adore you all.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? : canon toni is seventeen so like - be age appropriate if that’s what we’re doing. if i’m playing outside of that? not super particularly. i think it’s just important that we have a good vibe going on.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? : chemistry is queen!!! honestly, that’s it, that’s all. i’m down to try fun stuff, soft stuff, fucked up stuff, and all in between, but only if i feel a good vibe between us as muns and our muses get along. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW? : i’ll be real, i don’t post shit like that on my blog for a reason, and that’s because i feel it makes other people uncomfortable. like i think i’ll have make outs and touching but never anything past that, even in reference beyond a wink wink, nod nod kind of reference. if you want that kind of writing, that’s what discord is for, in my eyes.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? : uh, literally everyone, i don’t think there’s a single person on the show i haven’t shipped with at this point.

ANY NOTPS? : not into the idea of the incestuous overtones that ras is super in love with. 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? : yes please, i’m not gonna go in that direction unless you send me a specifically shippy meme because you’re curious about exploring the potential there

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? : when it makes sense

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? : have you seen my blog? LOL

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS? : i don’t think so? i mean i think i’m not really the best person to ask - ask people around me about that. i like to think i have a good balance, though i also know that i was wayyyy more strict to ensure shipping was really selective back at the beginning of this blog

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? : as much as i think all the ships in the fandom need a lot of work, i gotta admit, veronica and reggie have been the healthiest that you can expect out of a teen show. choni because obviously (oh my god, no spoilers here, but that last episode? fuuuuuuck)

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? : just ask me or send in a shippy meme and we’ll go off at the jump from there!

TAGGED BY : @chaosblossomed of course! TAGGING : @goodnessfilled / @picassoxbaby / @evcryhcrd / @killreagan / @srpntloyalty / @ourpyrrhicvictory / @bubblegumxveil / @chosenactions / @dangeress / @graveiary / @heavenlysigh / @mcntlethemagnificent / @perfectioncursed / @prodigaldaughterr / @rxvenhairedprincess​ / @oddyssea​

[thebrokenbeasts-archive-blog]

OH MY HECKING GOSH YOU GUYS. 

WHAT.

WHAT.

WHY. YOU ARE ALL TOO PERFECT AND GOOD OH MY GOODNESS. THAT IS A WHOLE BUNCH OF FABULOUS PEOPLE RIGHT THERE.

Not gonna lie, when I started this nonsense about...a month and a half ago? I really didn’t expect to get too far with it. I have a nasty habit of starting things, deciding I’m not happy with them, and moving on to something else, but somehow this gorgeous community has held my dumb brain in the best kind of vice grip. 

Before this, I had really been stagnating creatively: I hadn’t even tried drawing or writing anything in over a month, and just sort of spent all my free time wallowing in video games and youtube videos. While I still do some of that, a growing love for the precious idiots in Team Skull led me to dusting off my tumblr account after not touching it for ages to see what sort of stuff the site had on them. I stumbled across two particular Guzma rpers, and my mind was made up on the spot.

One bizarre but wonderful burst of creative drive later, this blog came to be, and somehow a hundred people (or roughly a hundred) decided to stick around and watch the nonsense. I really can’t thank each and every one of you sillies enough for every little bit of support, no matter how minor it seems: every follow, like, ask, and started thread just means the world to this wee OctoMun--and if it was the type to admit to that sort of thing, I’m sure it means a lot to the Muse, too. Right?

“...I’m not cryin’ y’all are cryin’.”

Exactly.

So I don’t really know what I’m doing with this, but hey! Time for the obligatory thanking of individual folks! But don’t forget, absolutely all of you--even those I don’t mention--get love and virtual hugs from OctoMun~ <3

Well, first off, I gotta gotta have a shoutout to the pair who motivated me to make the blog, just for the chance of ever being able to interact with their fabulous portrayals of ya boy. @bigcalavera and @craniumaniac are the best senpais a Guzma could ask for. Seriously. I still can’t believe either of you talk to me.

And while we’re on the subject of Guzmas! Much love for @beat-down-boss, who has put up with my dumb space jellyfish more than any other Guz, because for some reason I guess we both enjoy using our Muses to torment each other.

BUT OF COURSE now I need to give a shoutout to my fam in the Gangzma. When I was first asked about a possible discord server for Guzmas, I had no idea of the utter insanity that we would get up to, but holy shit I love it. Y’all are awesome. @734m-5kull-b055-6uzm4, @destruction-personified, @big-bad-kahuna, @gucciguz, @dxstructionshumanform, @ask-yomonsterboy, @fcilure, @emergencyxexit, @destructivereject, @cxputmortuum

So when I first started out, I was super nervous looking around fretting over how to approach anybody. Finally I worked up some courage and threw an ask towards this one lovely person I’d noticed, and oh my god was that a good idea. @tender--age--in--plume is so good you guys. A fantastic Plumeria with such a wonderful Mun behind her; if you don’t already follow her, GO DO IT. FOR REAL.

And what version of Guzma would be complete without Ula’Ula’s resident gloomy old cat man? @lazy-kahuna-nanu is such a doll, fam. When I first sent them in a meme, they took that shit in stride and rolled with it in true Nanu style. However many more Nanus I wrangle in the future, you’ll always be special to me, my dude.

While we haven’t actually done anything ic yet--though I so want to--much love to @typenullandvoid for being a fantastic Gladion and for putting up with me periodically leaping into ims to bother them with Hamilton shit. It’s so nice to actually know another nerd who loves that show oh my gosh.

We only recently started writing together, but I have to give mention to @warbling-wires. This Xurkitree is freaking hilarious, and I love him to pieces. Mandrake is an absolute delight, poor confused babe that he is, and every time we get into our Muses arguing over whether or not Guzma is actually a bizarre Xurkitree sprout, I end up giggling like an idiot wherever I am. I’ve gotten a few weird looks at work, but who cares.

I’m sure I’ll remember some people I’ve forgotten later, as it’s still annoyingly early when I’m writing this shit down, but I just had to spread some love as soon as I saw that follower count (before my luck kicks in and it inevitably drops back to 99 lol).

In addition to this post, I’ve been planning a special blog-wide event in celebration for this milestone! Even if our Muses have never interacted or even heard of each other before, anyone is free to participate once I get the stuff up for it! This may take a few days, because of course I hit 100 followers at the start of the weekend, which is when I’m busiest at work, BUT! Let me celebrate your love with angst and horror! Hooray!

After all, Guzma wasn’t the only one who got possessed by a Nihilego in Ultra Space, now was he...