#so keep writing Wintersberg

[lovelywingsart]

This is so brilliantly said, and I love you so much for saying it because, while not directed towards me personally, I have seen things that have crashed my mood that made it feel like this, and I've seen it said to others.

I remember seeing something on Facebook (yeah yeah, REALLY bad place for anything Fandom related I know, but it just happened to catch my interest) that actually related to one of my main ships now- of course, I mean Cam and Saren. Which, in general, it's just Shepard and Saren, as we all know. But it was an artist who also ships her Shepard and Saren, and someone had reposted the images as a nice little thing with credit and all.

If you know me, you know how important these two have become, and that artist was one of the people who inspired me to just do it and gave me the confidence to do so- but the comments... the comments under the post were... nasty, to say the very least. Insulting the ship. Degrading Saren himself. Being unnecessarily ugly and disrespectful, simply over a fun ship that the artist clearly puts her heart into. And because its my favorite, I could only imagine myself in that situation- and it was so upsetting. It was so upsetting that a ship that I personally adore is so viscerally and openly hated by so many people that is almost discouraged me from working with them for a while- and so shortly after I had started to go full blown with them, too. What made it worse was by that time, the poor man had been integrated into my System as an alter, and has also seen those words.

And then after a day or so of being so depressed by it that i could barely pick up my pen, I remembered that hey, FUCK them. This is my favorite. I love them. I love EXPLORING them, and I know so many people who I interact with who love them, too- those nasty comments mean nothing to me and my love for them, and I can do whatever the fuck i want, simply because I want to. Simply because I love the character. And I can give them a 'happy ending' if I want to, just like I give my other Doomed By The Narrative couples.

And if anyone goes my throat just like those nasty assholes did in that post?

Fuck 'em all, block and move on.

Because I'll KEEP working with them. Hell, I'll work with them even MORE to SPITE those people, which is exactly what I started doing.

Because I can, and thats what fanfiction is for.

Can you believe that someone just tagged us in a post about ships that "allows" (who allows? Is there a ship police?) writing that we can't ship (yes, us personally, there was a section aimed at us) Maddie Fenton and Vlad Masters because it's not a canon ship? 

Oh, apparently we have to... uhm... respect the canon. We have to adapt, you know, hehe? We have to accept it they say.

We have to see things from the point of view of Butch Hartman, the criminal who scammed all the people who invested in his alleged network (which never saw the light of day), the homophobic, sexist one, the one who told a voice actress that her colleague's suicide was her fault, the one who didn't want to pay an artist who animated an entire pilot for him... we have to respect the canon of his work. 

But... no? We don't have to?

Transformative works are just that, transformative, they serve to create something that has a different appeal, a different plot, a different world. And a work like Danny Phantom, a cartoon released in 2004, directed by Butch Hartman, with more plot holes than Swiss cheese, is deliciously good mainly for this purpose: to be transformed. 

The fandom, creative and restless, was not satisfied with the broken half-answers about the world of ghosts, it was not satisfied with the two-dimensional characters, it was not satisfied with the ending. Everyone does their own thing, and this is the beauty of Danny Phantom: not the "canon" of Butch Hartman, but the way in which each fan manages to project a part of themselves into the story. 

So no, we don't care at all about "respecting" the canon. The canon doesn't exist, it constantly contradicts itself, it has a timeline that wouldn't work in reality, dates that mean nothing, unclear abilities of the protagonists, and many, many characterizations sent to hell by the series itself.

What we write (or draw) could potentially be perfectly canon-compliant if we look at the way the series changes its approach to its characters in an unstable way. 

And there's also another thing to keep in mind: even if the original writer of a work was perfectly respectable, even if we loved the original canon, we could still try our hand at transformative work, because creating other universes with the same characters is a love letter to the original. Always and in any case. 

To answer the very long original question (can you believe that... blah blah blah... is there anyone who bothered us with these silly things?), we're almost certain that you do believe it.

That, in a way or another, this happened to you too.

There are a lot of people nowadays who bother you (and us) on the internet, netiquette is just a distant memory, and rudeness and lack of "media literacy" reign supreme. Don't be like them. 

Create, change, ship, have fun, love what you do. 

But remember to never bother people about stupid things like canon adherence, especially if the person you're bothering never had any pretensions of canon adherence! Otherwise you'll end up in a world where no one wants to create stuff for your favorite fandoms anymore, and then you'll be left without art, without literature, without color. And then you can sit there and admire your canon, forever, unchanging and often unsatisfying.

Without art, without literature, without color, without coffee shop au, without rare ships, without ever exploring things from the other characters' point of view, without ever enjoying the fantastic transformations of a world that, without fans, will die. A story is contained in itself, if no one continues it, and it will never come out of that box. 

Be the people who make it come out of the box... and make it live forever.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

BABY FACE BABY FACE!!!!!!!! KSDJDHG LFFKL WHY IS HE SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE

embarrassingly long ramble and wintersberg drawing below the cut:

lmao, I finished the GG playthrough of re8 the other day and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

anyway yeah. Don't even know what to write about it cuz it sorta overtook me with no warning, and idk shit about resident evil but here we are.

I read mushrooms and magnets on ao3, i did the frowned upon thing and went straight to most kodo-ed (i KNOW it's wrong but i didn't feel like searching!! I just wanted to Read. If I stick around any longer I WILL read other things too), and I feel like that's probably a rite of passage in the ethan/heisenberg wing of this fandom. Blasted through it in like 3 days. Anyway, like, 3 quarters through it I realized I never took it upon myself to see what ethan looks like? I just assumed he had Typical White Guy Face, which yeah, he does, but after an image search.... I never realized he had such a baby face skjdgf sksjfh PRETTY BOY PRETTY BOY

So then I drew him. And I drew heisenberg too, although I need more practice with him. Plus I think I got gassed out for the night, after drawing ethan. it's really hot and it can be hard to remember how to draw for fun after doing so many commissions.

One of my go to drawing visions is one character in profile, and the other character all up in their face in a pseudo profile, 3/4, tilted angle. And idk why I keep doing that, because I fuck it up at least half the time. Ethan looks good here, heisenberg does Not. I need better references of him. Seriously, if someone has a karl heisenberg folder on their phone with a crap ton of pictures of his face from different angles, PLEASE send me some. I need a clear one of him in profile. All the ones on google have his face obscured by his hat, glasses, both, and he's always in dark lighting. Ironic that the one who's face you never see has better reference pictures.

Kinda considering doing a GG animated for the moment where ethan's like "I just want to fix my daughter!" and arin (as heisenberg) says "uh, she's in four pieces," because it cracked me up so damn hard. His voice is so dumb. I love him.

This came outta nowhere but hahaha oh well, my interests change on the wings of the wind (wings of the wind = what the grumps are uploading)

[ohlookapan]

The Edge of The Knife | Wintersberg

“You know, Winters, you've got guts. I wonder if you'd still look pretty with em’ ripped out and strung along my floor like tinsel.” Pairing: Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village (2021)) Content Warning(s): Knives(?) Tagging: My lovely proofreaders, @thatsthewrongwallcraig & @dandeliongrahamlecter! A/N: Playing around with action/movement over dialogue. Definitely not an excuse to write for these beautiful dumbasses again. Enjoy below the cut!

****

If Heisenberg thought Ethan was pissed before, he was livid now.

And the bastard fucking loved it. 

Those soft, fair, snowy cheeks burning like hot coals; that golden hair all messy and ruffled like a hay bale; those hazel eyes smoldering like embers (he swore they turned red at some point, though maybe he was getting ahead of himself). 

And those lips. God, those thin, soft lips. Karl swore they'd be the death of him–the way they slimmed, pursed, and fired the most incendiary threats at him like a catapult. 

God damn those lips. God damn those eyes. God damn that hair. God damn those cheeks.

God damn Ethan Winters. 

“Give me the flask, Heisenberg. Now.”

Ethan's command wasn't just that, not even a demand. It was a warning. One that Karl was far too bored and smart to heed. 

Like a shark, he circled the father, letting his murky eyes traipse around his figure like a map, the object of his revolution being the most beautiful, bold, blonde X he'd ever seen.

“Now, now, Winters,” Heisenberg purred, tone loose and drenched in sweet velvet. “Is that any way to go about asking for things we want?”

A purr was met with a growl. No, a snarl. 

“I'm not asking, jackass.”

The lord hummed, coming to a stop right in front of Ethan. His cool eyes became freezing, piercing daggers. 

“Tsk, tsk. You speak to your mother with that dirty little mouth, Ethan? Maybe I should teach you some manners, hm? Put you in your place.”

If you looked at the two men, you couldn't tell which was the predator, and which was the prey. Especially when both seemed to lunge at each other. 

Barely, just barely, Ethan's feet moved first. He bolted toward Heisenberg, a hand out in the direction of his pocket that cradled the final piece of his daughter. 

Heisenberg almost wanted to hate him for making this so easy, but the electricity he felt shooting up his arm when his gloved hand gripped his wrist was like a drug. 

In a flash, before throwing him up against the wall, Karl swore that he could feel remnants of stitches or… Staples against the man's wrist. 

Christ, this kid's more like Frankenstein than me. He's more versatile than I thought. 

Heisenberg turned Ethan into a whip, spinning and sending him around and up against the wall with a crack (and yelp) to match. 

In all that time in keeping tabs on Papa Winters as he stormed across the village, a thundering shotgun in hand, he'd heard Ethan's pained whimpers more than enough times. He knew that the more painful something was, the more grit Ethan's whining was gripped with.

The one he heard this time nearly put him on his knees. 

Note to self. The kid can handle rough.

Ethan's calloused fingers wrapped around the grip of his gun and his muscles had begun their recoil to tug it free from the holster just as Heisenberg rushed him. 

A leather hand slammed against the wall while the other darted to the other man's belt and ripped the tucked-away knife free. It made a beeline to his neck, the edge of the blade just dancing along the slim hairs. 

“A word of advice buttercup,” Heisenberg murmured, breath rising and falling like waves against those cherry-tinted cheeks of Ethan's, a husky chuckle on its heels. “Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters, wouldn't you say?”

The blonde's chest rose and fell, barely pressing flush against the other's as it lifted. Frantic, he forced his body still like spotted, target prey; yet those eyes of his were another story entirely. They darted all over Karl's face as if trying to memorize every wrinkle, every line, every scar--God, were there a lot of scars. The patriarch's eyes trailed along each of them as if they were a road map. One that all led back to one place: Karl's eyes. 

Even as they hid behind the vaguely opaque discs of his shades, Ethan could make them out, clear as day. 

He knew Heisenberg well enough–probably too well for his liking–to know just how much he was holding under his tongue. He could only imagine all the things he wanted to say to him. Though, it should be noted that just because he could didn't mean he should–and certainly not that he would. 

In those eyes of his, Ethan could see how unwavering they were, and how they effortlessly they chased after his own. He could see the centers of them slowly expand, almost as if they wanted to suck the blonde in and never let him go. 

Almost challenging the metal lord (or maybe as a means of getting away), Ethan tilted his head up to meet the cold, cracked wall; leaving that smooth, pallid neck of his exposed to the edge of the knife. 

“You won't,” he breathed, the air between his and Heisenberg’s face feverish and volatile. “You need me.”

Damn right he fucking did.

A wolfish grin flickered on Karl's face, and the weapon's blade went from teasing to kissing the skin on the pinned man's throat. 

“You'd like to see me try, wouldn't you, peach?”

“Dying to.”

Fuck, the growl he heard. It almost matched the grin he couldn't rip away. 

“You know, Winters, you've got guts. I wonder if you'd still look pretty with em’ ripped out and strung along my floor like tinsel.”

Heisenberg could take that knife he was holding and slice the tension between them like bread. It only thickened and electrified as the seconds ticked by, and as their eyes dashed around in a game of tag. 

Finally, the kid spoke up. His voice, to Heisenberg’s surprise, was weak. It was shaky, coated in air and coarse moxie. 

“You don't scare me. You know that right?”

Heisenberg’s eyes flashed in surprise, only to melt into a sly, heated glare. His mouth shaped into a smirk. The voice that left it was nothing more than a humming rumble. So much so that Ethan could feel it against his chest, tangled with their heartbeats.

“Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," he tutted. "Is that your way of telling me to try harder?”

Heisenberg expected many things from the man he'd pinned to the wall; A punch, a bullet to the chest, to spit in his face and throw a harsh 'fuck off and die' in tow. 

What he didn't expect was for him to lean in. He didn't expect to be met with a grimace, or to feel the very edges of his golden hair teasing his forehead, or even to see Ethan's hazel eyes dilating to match his own, fighting for total control. 

He didn't expect to see his lips pulled closer to him, aching to bridge a gap. Karl Heisenberg didn't expect to feel his cheeks match Ethan's and their heavy dusting of rouge. 

He sure as hell didn't expect what he'd said to be the last thing he heard before pouncing on the father with dizzying need.

“Go on. Let's see what you're really made of, Karl Heisenberg.”

[wintersandthebeast]

27. Secret

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Link to Master List

Ethan sat at the desk where morning sunlight filtered through the large picture windows, making patterns on the hardwood floor where Rosemary babbled and played.  Eva was in the room, her voice sometimes filtering through the speaker.  Karl had started his morning before the sun rose, and Maricara was attempting to repair a loom that Ethan pulled into the large multipurpose room.  She clucked at the state of the wooden device, speaking in her own language to Alina, her daughter. 

He’d gotten distracted from the very important (per Eva) papers from the typewriter.  Ethan was also trying to create a system to manage Karl’s money, and he was always boggled at the man’s nonchalance.  He truly could not have cared less that he had a fortune, and Karl still dressed like he lived at a bus station.  But now, Ethan shoved the finances to one side of the large oak desk as he moved back toward Miranda’s transcribed notes.  

Eva had something of a photographic memory in the mold, and she could find these papers, keep a memory of them, and then write it when she was in a safe place.  It was painstakingly slow, but safe, and effective.  Winters’ look of contentment was erased as his eyes scanned this page. He was so disturbed by what he read that he barely registered Karl passing by the hallway, Maricara dragging him in to lecture him on the state of the loom, and ask for more parts to repair it with.  

Ethan’s eyes were wide.  After he read, and then re-read the journal entry, he looked up at the pair and stared.  Both noticed him, and turned.  Wordlessly he held the typewritten note to the engineer, who waltzed across the floor and took it.  

My power is growing stronger. I was able to appear to Ethan in a dream recently. I had not been able to do this since returning to this ethereal form. It was a trick I learned long ago that became very useful for converting the people in the village to my religion. However, I could not manifest outside of his dreams, and likely will not be able to for a while. The memories keep turning, but I welcome them. I would never willingly forget my time with my beloved Eva. Ethan was shocked to see me. He thought I was Heisenberg, a form I must admit I didn’t think I would ever take. It also appears that Ethan still has no memory from when he was absorbed by the Mutamycete. I am pleased that removing his memories worked so well. These are experiments I have not had time to play with while performing my duties in the village. From this space, I could once again manipulate the memories catalogued by the Mutamycete; I chose to remove everything pertaining to Rose, so that he would not seek her out and try to use her powers. To be safe I removed every memory with his wife as well. I had no idea Heisenberg would be capable of infiltrating those memories, and I do not know how he did it, but it doesn’t matter. It is discouraging that he has a form in the world and I do not yet. But I will continue with my plan of wielding Rose’s power from this world and expanding my power even more. Even if I cannot use Rose as a vessel, her power will help me resurrect, and find Eva.

Karl’s eyes were dangerous, full of fury as he looked up at Ethan.  He passed the paper along to Maricara, who moved toward the window, squinting at the tiny text.  Now Heisenberg was beside Ethan in a single stride.  He was nearly trembling with fury.  

So was Ethan.  They stared silently at each other.  Finally Ethan spoke, in a choked voice.  “It all makes sense now…she…didn’t want me to try to save Rose.  She made me forget.”

A look of disgust crossed Heisenberg’s face.  “Not the first time,” he muttered, and Maricara nodded from the window.  “She took horrible pleasure in having parents forget their children,” the woman said with a hiss in her voice.  Karl nodded, but now turned back to Ethan. 

“What’s this dream about?”

“I don’t want to talk about -”

“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna talk about how your woman helped create Eveline, but you asked,” Karl snapped, but his ferocity dimmed when he saw Ethan’s lip tremble.  

“She’s not my woman,” Ethan said in a choked whisper, struggling not to cry.  “I…”

“Let us not devolve as she would have us do,” came a calm voice from the speaker.  Eva was listening.  Ethan nodded, angrily wiping his eyes and avoiding eye contact with Karl.

Maricara hissed again at the paper and spat, making the sign of the cross and dropping the thing as if it were on fire.  “Vile trash,” she said, and wagged a finger at Karl.  “I’m going to make us some lunch.  Be nice.”  She and her daughter disappeared, both eager to get away from what could be an intense fight.  

“Ethan.”  Karl gestured at the paper, which still lay on the ground.  “Took my form.  What does that mean?  What the fuck--”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Ethan said loudly and stubbornly.  Was this really happening?  Miranda was planning to use Rose, somehow, to enter their world.  She said her powers were growing, and she had boasted about manipulating Ethan’s memory of his own daughter.  But Karl was just going to be stuck on the…other thing?

Karl stared at him as he tore off his gloves, jamming them into his coat pockets.  Next to go was the hat.  His jaw was ticking, irises constricted so that his pupils were pinheads in two seas of gold.  Ethan didn’t care if Heisenberg was angry, he realized.  He would talk about it when he was ready.  His nostrils flared when he stood to his full height, Karl rounding on him and getting even closer.  

“You knew her for days,” Heisenberg hissed, his voice lower than Ethan had ever heard it.  “Days.  I was her prisoner for decades.  My entire life.”  He glanced down at Rose, and back at Ethan.  After rapidly blinking, Heisenberg concluded with, “I’d tell you.  Bullshit that you can’t do the same.”

Ethan’s hardened expression dropped, but it was too late; Karl was out the door.  

When he turned to look at the window, he was in the liminal space, and Eva stared at him with something between pity and confusion.  

“Don’t,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with his palms.  

“I am sorry for the reach her obsession has,” Eva said simply.  “It has sickened me to watch, being stranded here.”

Ethan risked Karl being still near--not likely, given how much the man liked storming off when he was angry--with his next words.  “If I tell him, he’s going to….” Ethan stuttered.  “He’s going to be disgusted.  Not to mention…angry.” 

“But not at you,” she said, her thin mouth twitching in a hopeful smile.  

“I’m not sure about that,” Ethan sighed.  “I’m trying to protect him from more hurt.  He’d be destroyed that there was nothing he could do.  He’d be…” Ethan threw a hand up.  “He’d be disgusted that Miranda did that, and then immediately after I…” Ethan now felt a sense of shame over just how the encounter had happened, but Eva shook her head. 

“Ethan, you cannot protect Heisenberg from hurt.  Don’t do what Mia did to you,” she offered wisely, and his eyes widened impossibly.  

He wanted to curse at the realization of his words, but the man sighed, knowing she was right.  He shook his head. 

"I'm a fucking idiot."

"No, you are a human in a single lifetime," she coaxed, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.  "There is time to make it right." 

[heathenkweer]

Honestly I don't know why you're so popular, you can't write Luis to save your life and putting him with a woman proves that, the man is as gay as a two dollar bill, and a lame female character like Mary-Sue Catalina at that. Why do you put obviously gay characters like Loki or Luis with women? It's giving homophobic tbh

okay normally I would ignore this type of message like I normally do but admittedly you've caught me in a weakened mental state because of a CFS crash, so, here's the attention you wanted:

(I'm going to assume you're also the anon who said something about Wintersberg being "obvious" or whatever, too.)

My little fic and my little OCs aren't keeping anyone from shipping what they like or reading what they like. I've no clue why some people act like they do.

As for why I don't ship "obvious" popular fanon M/M couples like Serennedy or Wintersberg:

I no longer accept crumbs of barely there subtext from my media when it comes to queer relationships.

I'm tired of doing the work for the writers. I'm tired of forcing room for myself and other queer people in their canons. That's the whole reason I stopped writing MCU stuff -- I'm tired of always having to fix Loki's character, of giving more of a shit about him than any of his writers ever have. (Also, MCU Loki is canonically bisexual, so idk where you're getting that "obviously gay" thing from.)

Also, none of these ships are my catnip, as I've mentioned before. Give me Morpheus/Hobb from The Sandman and we'll talk then. Give me Aziraphale/Crowley. Or, on the other side, give me Usagi/Seiya from Sailor Moon, or Haruka/Michiru.

And lastly: I write female OCs because generally the media I get into doesn't have a lot of great female characters. In FFXV, if you're a woman and a love interest, you get killed to further the men's stories. Same if you're a mother character. Village is sliiiiightly better about this, surprisingly, but the way they completely shafted Mia pissed me off, and I wanted to really delve into what growing up in that village would be like and how that might twist a person like Aranka. And Cat -- I wanted someone who knew Luis before the whole Umbrella and Los Illuminados thing, and again, I wanted to give Valdelobos and the people who lived in it a bit more time to shine on their own.

ANYWAY. I'm content with how I write my characters. It's brought me a lot of good friends and tbh I appreciate that more than I would thousands of fans. (I also do not know where you got the idea that I'm popular from. I was middling-popular in the Logyn fandom, like... ten years ago now, and I'm but a mere drop in both the RE4 and Village fandoms.)

Other people write about these ships far better than I do, so I suggest you go find them and read their works instead of sending weird messages to strangers on the internet.

[ahumblenipple]

I'm currently reading midnight oil and holy water and I just finished the chapter with the porch swing scene and I swear these two are gonna be the death of me dear gods

I really wish ao3 would let me kudos every chapter because I keep hitting the damn button

And then I saw that you also have an abo fic??? I'm gonna die.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I loved writing that scene too much! I'm glad you liked it :)))) AO3 MAY NOT SHOW THE KUDOS BUT MY HEART FEELS THEM.

Yeah I may or may not be a bit hyperfocused on wintersberg so there's plenty more where that came from.

[mongoosecroft-alt]

Wintersberg/Heisenwinters fic idea:

Miranda isn’t killed at the end but escapes after her failed attempt to bring her daughter back.  after the explosion everyone is rounded up, including Ethan, Mia, Rose and Lord Heisenberg.  they are all weak and are taken to umbrella headquarters or some secret base.  

Ethan has to deal with his feelings about what he is and that Mia kept it from him and after a couple days he’s just aimlessly wandering and finds that Lord Heisenberg is escaping containment.  

Heisenberg tells him that he’s just learned that the bitch is still alive and he’s going to hunt her down and kill her.  If the papa has a problem with that than they can duke it out right here and now, otherwise Heisenberg is leaving.

Ethan weights his options for a moment and decides that umbrella is definitely not up to the task of tracking down and killing a modern day god, and that if anyone stands a chance of finding her it’s Heisenberg.

And so long as Mirandas alive, she’ll probably come back for Rose again at some point, so Ethan needs her dead too.

Ethan doesn’t know how he feels about Mia, going back to a normal life, or if he even wants to.  But he does know how to hunt and kill mold creatures, in fact it’s one thing he’s good at.

So, Ethan offers the Lord a deal, they’ll hunt Miranda down together.  Heisenberg will lead the way while Ethan navigates them through the modern world and at the end, they both get a dead bird bitch.  win win.

Ethan writes a note to Chris asking him to keep an eye on Rose until he gets back and the two set out on a D&D style revenge quest to kill mother Miranda.

and given time, Wintersberg ensues.

[margridarnauds]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Tagged by @drewsaturday

So, my means of categorizing WIPs is....fuck’d. I have a lot of fics that just. Aren’t titled. And very likely won’t be named until I actually am in a position to publish them. So, in those cases, I’ll just post whatever they’re saved with in my WIP folder, which is usually the first line, which will be italicized. 

1789

1789 Reincarnation (Peyronan)

The Abomination: Les Amants (Peyronan)

AC Fusion (Crossover with MA) (Peyronan)

“Ah, Ramard,” Artois folded his hands in front of him, the smile on his face not entirely touching his eyes (Artois/Olympe)

Artois POV - PLP

Christmas Special 1/2

Christmas Special 2/2

Christmas, December 1789

Curl of Lip, Swirl of Gown (Peyronan)

Disneyworld AU

Fairy Tale (Peyronan)

Le Temps s��en va (Peyronan)

Peyrol Olympe Louise Ruin Artois’ Life

Peyronan Father Killing Angst

Peyronan Wedding Night

Pour la Peine (Solène/Olympe)

Olympe POV

Ronan Lives AU (Peyronan)

Solympe Forgiveness Sequel

They crossed the Tuileries, and the Rebels didn’t stir, still set into their insolence like the statues that dotted the gardens, who loomed like judgmental ghosts (Peyronan)

“Wait…Ronan,” Lazare said, and Ronan found himself stopping in his tracks, halfway to the door (Peyronan)

Vampire Ronan AU

Vampire Peyronan 

Aladdin 

Jaladdin 

Jaladdin 2

Arthuriana 

Sassy Mordred

St. George and the Dragon (Mordred/Galahad)

Fable 

Fable II

“I’m dying, Reaver.” Her eyes bored into his, black and sharp.

Irish Mythology 

Bres/Sreng Reincarnation

Claeg

Emer Leave Cú Chulainn’s Unworthy Ass

Ferdiad Lives

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

How did Magh Muirthemne come by its name? (The Dagda/Spoilers)

Modern Bres/Sreng

Sreng knew that there was something wrong when he opened the flat door and Bres didn’t greet him.

Mabinogi 

There are moments, when her mind is between straw and silk, when she wonders whether she did do it

Marie Antoinette

Assassin’s Creed AU (Morléans)

Bookshop AU (Morléans)

A Brace of Snakes (Morléans)

ghost one shot

Morléans Coachman

Morléans Couples Counseling

Morléans Ghost Angst

Morléans Reincarnation

Orléans Wins AU

Philippe Lives (Morléans)

Pride and Prejudice and Princes (Morléans)

Someone has to die that day (Morléans, with MA/Fersen and gen dynamics)

“We can’t keep doing this” (Morléans)

Resident Evil 

Door #2 (Wintersberg)

Luiza had said it herself (Wintersberg) 

Romeo et Juliette 

Escaliet

They hadn’t survived the Great Explosion by cowering, or by crying, but by moving onward, and it was how they had kept Verona running for three hundred years (Benvolio/Escalus)

The Tempest

Tempest wtf

Valhalla 

Eivor Kingfucker

It only seemed fitting that, when she left Sciropescire, Ivarr’s life-blood staining calloused hands, it began to rain

Misc. 

What am I doing? 

Lady Bess

Jane Seymour

Look...I could tag people, but I don’t want to count that many and I don’t know if I actually *know* that many people, so if you see this, consider yourself tagged. Yes, even *you*. 

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(Manuela anon) No worries about the rant ! it's really nice talking about it, honestly. People should be allowed to consume the media they want, if they only want 8 and not the other games sure, but what infuriates me is that they then have hot takes about the OTHER games they did not check out, like please don't. If people want to care mostly about shipping that's fine too, but aren't characters shaped by the story they inhabit ? Why ignore the story when it makes the characters ? (1/2)

Sorry for taking so long to get to this but yeah 100% agree. It's also especially frustrating when 8 could easily be its own thing separate from the rest of the series, but whenever I try to go into the basic #resident evil tag, it's full of all these imagines and fics and art and headcanons that are just frustrating in their saturation at best and completely ooc and irritating at worst. OC's aren't inherently bad, but when your ONLY interaction with this game is to draw your maiden oc cuddling Lady Dimitrescu and write Lady D x Reader or draw soft Wintersberg then you're just interacting with the aesthetics of the media, like just make a soft tall lady vampire to ship your oc with, Lady D is not that, I'm wish I could ask people to keep this shit out of the main RE tag like just make your original works and go smh

As for the other games regarding this, x reader isn't suddenly new in the RE fandom because of 8, it's been there for ages, it's just SO exaggerated now because of 8. There's always been Wesker thirsters and people horny for Tyrants or people who just wanna write smut between two characters they think are hot regardless of their chemistry or in game interactions, but again, with 8 being attached to the series, people are just making stuff up based on the surface level appearances. Like I saw a post that said "Leon and Ethan would be great friends" and like, they literally wouldn't? Especially by the time Ethan becomes relevant in the timeline, Leon is kind of an asshole and there's nothing special about Ethan that would make these two click. Mia feels a lot more sympathetic in 8, which got people interested in 7, and then people started shipping Zoe and Mia because they were in the same game despite the fact that it's a terrible ship with a 10 year age gap between two women who would hate each other

Like you said, people should be allowed to enjoy media they want, but as a fellow consumer of that media, it personally gets hard to enjoy when the fandom Fandomizes things

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Wintersberg Unnamed AU Fanfic; Chapter One

The magnetic man stares at Ethan in silence for a few moments from his chair, before leaning back into it with a tilt of the head.

“… So, I’ll ask you again, Ethan Winters…” He takes off his sunglasses, narrowing his eyes.

             “What the fuck are you?”

++++++++++

Ethan has never had as much of a headache as when he woke up in the middle of shit-fuck nowhere, in the snow… Actually—scratch that. He had, back when he woke up at the Baker house. He slowly gets up and searches the bodies of the two guards that had been “escorting” him and Rose.

Rose.

“Rose!? WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER?!” Ethan starts panicking, looking around frantically when he hears a phone ring. Ethan picks up the phone and answers it.

The voice on the other side comes through with static, muffled and slightly unclear, “About damn time! What’s your status? Is the package safe?”

Ethan almost dares to ask about Rose, but instead tries to be rational, “This is Ethan Winters. We’ve gotten into an accident in the middle of the forest. Rose is gone, the two soldiers are dead, and Mia’s body is missing.”

The person on the other end says something to another person. Immediately after, a familiar voice is on the line.

“Ethan, I need you to stay where you are. Do you understand? If you get lost in that forest, you’re done for. Stay in the truck,” Chris orders. He has a hint of… concern to his voice, “We’re going to go to your location, so please, stay where you are.”

That was the last person Ethan wanted to hear from, “Like hell I’m staying here! You fucking killed Mia. I’m not going to wait around for you to show up. I’m finding my daughter.”

He hangs up the phone, dropping it in the snow. He grabs a flashlight from one of the corpses and starts hiking through the snow. He’s starving, has a major headache, sore all over his body, and not to mention witnessed his wife get shot a million times. He’s not in the mood for this shit, and he’s not going to stop until he finds Rose. Too much has happened today. He can’t lose Rose too.

He walks through the forest, eventually finding a house. Maybe he can find help—or at least supplies. He enters the house and quickly realizes there’s no chance of finding anything here. The house has been raided, and the people who lived here are likely dead. What the hell happened here? he starts looking around and slowly makes his way through the house. When he’s in the basement, he hears a loud, thunderous sound above him. He freezes, waiting for the silence to return before heading back up and leaving the house. He eventually gets to a slight cliff overlooking a village. In the distance, he can see a castle, windmill, factory—maybe even a manor on a mountain—and a stronghold.

Ethan looks for a way down, into the village. Maybe these people know where Rose is… He’s hopeful. As he goes through the village, his hope dwindles to the point he thinks Rose might be long gone. Nevertheless, he keeps searching.

While searching through a house, Ethan nearly gets shot by a panicked local. While speaking to him, he gets a handgun—not the most amazing, but better than nothing—and hears strange creatures, almost like wolves, outside. These noises seem to scare the local, who ends up getting snatched in front of Ethan. Blood drips from the ceiling. He wants to vomit, but instead gets pulled down in the same manner as the local man.

The area is full of bodies. It reeks, and it sounds like something is nearby. When Ethan starts making his way through, he suddenly gets attacked by a creature resembling a werewolf with less “wolf” features. The creature aims to bite Ethan’s neck, and likely kill him, but his reflexes force him to block and instead get half his hand eaten off. He gets thrown outside. The sight of his hand causes him to panic, but he’s quickly pulled back into reality by the creature snarling at him, ready to attack. Ethan grabs his gun and immediately starts unloading bullets into the creature, trying to aim for the head as much as possible.

Eventually, it collapses, and Ethan quickly finds stuff to get the fuck out of this area, only to be shot in the leg with a flaming arrow after dealing with a single werewolf-thing and thrown soon after. He’s surrounded by the creatures. Some are holding weapons; some are even riding horses. A very large werewolf thing jumps down from a roof, getting far too close to Ethan for comfort.

Another werewolf-looking creature approaches, catching the attention of all the others, who back away from Ethan. The creature’s golden eyes stare right at Ethan, watching him in silence for what feels like an eternity. He barks something at the other creatures, watching them all begin to leave just as a bell chimes. The creature—who Ethan assumes is an Alpha-like figure to them—looks back at Ethan. It seems to snort in amusement, before running off with the rest of the creatures.

“What the hell just happened…?”

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[Ooooh~ Who just saved Ethan, I wonder? Man, I love unofficial headcanons that make so much goddamn sense.

Hey, thanks for reading chapter one. I’ve had major art block lately, so I’m gonna be sticking to posting stuff for this for a bit, if you guys don’t mind. I might even make this into a comic at some point? Also- I don’t do nsfw shit. If there’s any scenes that get like that, I usually skip them after things get to be more than just making out lmao (partially because I’m absolute shit at writing that stuff, and partially because I’m ace and it makes me so goddamn uncomfortable)

There will be a bit of graphic scenes tho, just a warning--as in like, gore. Not graphic as in other shit. Anyway- Thanks for reading. Lemme know what you guys think!]

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Tagged by @anonymousedward !

1) how many works on ao3? 4

2) total ao3 wordcount? 8484

3) how many fandoms and which ones? Just 1 fandom, Resident Evil.

4) top 5 fics by kudos? *awkward laugh* I only got 4 stories! So...they all kinda fit being in the top 5 for now.

5. Respond to comments? I try, I really do. But sometimes I just...forget? It’s not that I don’t appreciate the comments but my mind really sorta drifts or isn’t in the right set to talk to people. Don’t wanna pull others down into one of my moods, ya know?

6. Fic with the angstiest ending? Since we’re only talking about ao3, none. I’m the self proclaimed Lord of Angst in the discord I’m in, but I don’t do sad endings. 

7. Fic with the happiest ending? All of them! My three one shots all have happy endings and once I get going on Truce again, it will too.

8. Do you write crossovers? Nope.

9. You received hate on a fic? Again, since we’re only talking about ao3, not as of yet.

10. Do you write smut and what kind? Eeeeeee...smut isn’t REALLY my thing...I’m trying my hand at it but it hasn’t been put into my stories yet. If you want good smut though, check out @anonymousedward

11. Ever had a fic stolen? No, but I was accused of stealing one of my stories once, after it was translated.

12. Ever had a fic translated? *points to previous question*

13. Ever co-written? Sadly, no...hope to one day though!

14. Favorite ship? Wintersberg. Really, it’s the only fandom I write about right now and my other, much older works...*glances back and kicks a box into a corner* Well...they’re staying where they are.

15. WIP from hell? Currently, Truce. I have the plot all laid out and know what I want but DAMN if I can actually get it typed out! XD

16. Writing strengths? Plot and angst.

17. Writing weaknesses? Smut. I can talk ideas out with others but actually putting that into a story? Yeeeeeah...

18. Thoughts on writing other languages in dialogue? It’s interesting but I rely heavily on google translate and half the time, it’s not right. People are kind though and point shit out that needs to be fixed.

19. First fandom you wrote for? *sweats and glances back at the box* Just ao3, just Resident Evil.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? That’s like asking which one of my pets, past and current, I love more. Each story is special in it’s own way and I can’t just chose. Others love them just as much, the art alone that one person done that either comes from the stories or sparks them is amazing. The feedback I get from others in the discord when they get sneak peeks of my work fuels my fire to keep writing more. I’m sure in time I’ll have a top 5 list but as of right now? Love them all.

Well that was fun! XD Now, who can I tag to keep this ball rolling...how about @crowleykoh​ , @rosvo-o , and @clockworkmidnight​ ?

Tagged by @rayadraws! thhHANK ////<3<3 1) How many works do you have on AO3? 28 2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 604,733 3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? JUST OPM //// 4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "Tumbling Down," "Lemongrass and Sleep," "Love Me, Love Me Not," "Extracurricular," and "What a Deal" 5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I WISH I WAS BETTER AT ANSWERING BUT I GET SO OVERWHELMED. I fucking LOVE every comment I get, i gobble it up and reread it a billion times, but...it takes me like ten, fifteen minutes to respond to just one a lot of the time and then i get anxious and distracted.... >< 6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I won't publish the angstiest thing I've written on AO3 'cause it's bad end "what if Genos died before either of them ever confessed" and it is TOO sad. So the closest to sad right now is "Suck Me Off" (It would be "Risky Business," but I'm in the process of writing the next part and it will immediately rescind that title XD) 7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I mean Tumbling Down, but they do all end about the same--the boys together forever, and generally with at least one little girl 8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? I don't TooT 9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? ...No? I mean I'm sure I'd remember 10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? BOY HOWDY. Yes. Very much of it. It's also very, very feelsy and story-driven/dictating. I know PWP exists but I think I'm physically incapable of writing it. 11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? They're the only ones who know, if they did XD 12) Have you ever had a fic translated? I think!! Yes!! One! 13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not, and I'm a little nervous to. I like complete control of what I make >/////< 14) What’s your all time favorite ship? EGG AND TOASTERRR, that's my OTP T~~~~T Akuroku behind that, then Touya and Yuki from CCS behind that. 15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Technically none, I end my fics on spots where they could stand on their own on purpose so I never have the weight of a fic on my shoulders...except for "Risky Business," which was stressing me out, but I'm back to work on that. When it comes to writing it REALLY fucking pisses me off having things half-finished (moreso with drawn or constructed art, I'm not sure why), so I only take on things that I'm absolutely positive I can finish 16) What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at speaking through a character and depicting what's going on through their POV to a really intimate level. I'm proud of the kind of really close third person voice I've built up over time. I think....I think I do pretty okay at showing and *only* telling when nothing else will hit the same way. I try really, really hard to tell a story the exact same way someone might experience it IRL, with all the interplay between external forces and internal voices. 17) What are your writing weaknesses? iiiii let the characters talk all they want. I know it's not good but BOY is it fun XD i also think i just....i really write a lot. like a LOT. it's easier for me, but I worry that i'm diluting the punch of what i'm doing because of it. 18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Sure! Why not! If it fits, it fits--even if you need to do some remodeling before you get there. 19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Technically Kingdom Hearts, but it's been looooong gone XD 20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? how dare you ask this question, i have no idea. Of course "Tumbling Down" is my giant, massive, enormous child, but like........I love "Risky Business" because of how fucking dumb Saitama is and how bitchy Genos acts, i love "Lemongrass and Sleep" because THE YEARNING (and i really like world-building that way///), i love "Dog Days, Summer Nights" because that's the closest thing to my natural writing voice, I LOOOOVE "Pinocchio" because I genuinely

do not think I will ever make a better character study of Genos than that fic, like......man, pick a limb for me to lose, I can't take just one

THIS WAS FUN RAYA THANK YOU!!! aah.... i'll tag @paperficwriter @bloodsbane @anonymousedward

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Song lyrics as writing prompts Wintersberg edition

Prompt: "I'm always tired, it's just a habit."

Song: I'm Always Tired by Weathers

Rules: meh, some lyrics maybe?

Theme: exhaustion

my response:

It's a quarter to three, Ethan is still rolling in bed. He's been staring at the digital clock on the nightstand on and off since he lay down. Rose is on the other bed, surrounded by pillows in a makeshift crib. Ethan would prefer to keep her within arms reach. But he knows she wouldn't be able to sleep next to him in this state, she’s barely out now, shifting and fussing every few minutes in her sleep. It may have something to do with the traumatic events of the past few days, but he knows it's at least partially because he's so tense. Kids are intuitive like that, and Rose has been ill at ease every since Miranda came into their lives masquerading as Mia. Ethan feels guilty that his inability to calm down and rest is keeping Rose from doing the same, and that's probably only making it worse.

Ethan sits up on the bed, he sets his booted feet down on the floor and leans forward on his knees. He still has his jacket and jeans on. The bed creaks but Rose doesn't seem to notice. He takes a moment to review his surroundings, the door is locked with a chair propped under the handle, a lot of good that will do if the bsaa shows up with a battering ram. He's positioned himself between Rose and the door, his gun is in the top drawer of the nightstand, safety's on. His knife is in it's holster tucked under his pillow. And now he's sitting in the dark, staring at the closed door, waiting for something to come crashing through. There's not much more he can do than that.

He rubs the back of his neck and takes as deep a breath as he can. Holds it for a few seconds, and lets it out in a heavy sigh. For a moment the room feels dead silent, all he can hear is Rose's shaking breaths, she's clearly having a bad dream. Ethan contemplates picking her up, but decides it would probably just upset her further. His body seems to grow heavier at the thought, he hangs his head listening closely to Roses breathing in the quiet of the motel room, until he hears a sound that nearly makes him jump out of his skin

It sounded like someone knocking on the door, but who could be looking for them at this time of night? or at all for that matter? Ethan instinctively pulls his knife from under the pillow and looks around the darkened room, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, until . . .

*knock knock knock*

The sound repeats, it's just a soft thudding, like it was barely meant to be heard. Ethan’s eyes land on the sliver of light coming from under the door and he realizes that the sound isn't coming from the front door, it's the door to the adjoining room. Ethan takes another deep breath and tries to settle his nerves, he had almost forgotten that the door was there. it hadn't even occurred to him to worry about it as he surveyed all the potential threats and points of entry a few moments ago. he stares at the sliver of light under the door, he can see the shadow of the man on the other side, he's not moving and he's already knocked twice, so it seems unlikely that he's just going to go away. But what could he possibly want at this hour?

Ethan stands up slowly in an attempt to minimize mattress creaking and pads quietly to the door, he considers for a moment before clicking on the lamp on the far side of the room, Rose has never had trouble sleeping with the lights on before. he gently unlatches the door and opens it slowly.

Karl Heisenberg stands on the opposite side leaning casually on the doorframe as he waits, like Ethan he only has the clothes he was wearing when he left the village, though he's looking far more put together now. The smell of overly scented hotel soaps and shampoo along with the errant air dried curls and waves of his hair give away the fact that he's freshly showered. Ethan was caught a little off guard by the sight, Heisenberg's hat and trenchcoat were conspicuously absent, his unkempt hair and relaxed stance seemed so humanizing, almost endearing.

Ethan was so taken aback by the sight that for a second he failed to notice that the Lord was looking at him over the rim of his glasses with a raised brow.

"Are you trying to outmaneuver a lycan or a small child? because I'm pretty sure her hearing isn't nearly as sensitive as mine"

Heisenberg spoke with an expressive yet soft voice.

If Ethan hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have even known he was being insulted. Still, he looked over to where Rose was to check on her, but she didn't seem bothered by the other mans voice at all. He sighed inwardly and decided not to press the issue.

"it's late Heisenberg, what do you want?"

Ethan's words lack venom and betray his exhaustion as he speaks.

"I'm here to offer some respite"

the Lord states matter of factly.

"what?"

"The past three nights you've been awake, either pacing the room or tossing back and forth on the bed, not to mention the kid starts screaming every few hours, so, I know you're exhausted. Because you're making be exhausted."

Ethan scoffed.

"Well, if my daughter and I are so disruptive them maybe you should ask for a different room so you won't have to listen to the lasting effects of an infants psychological trauma."

Ethan knew his response was overly harsh as soon as it came out of his mouth. Heisenberg was paying for their current lodgings with the small fortunes worth of crystals he'd had in his truck when they'd made their escape, and now Ethan was lashing out at him for pointing out that he wasn't sleeping. Ethan shook his head and opened his mouth to apologize but Heisenberg spoke before he got the chance.

"I didn't come here to complain, I came to offer my help, it's been over a week since the crash and the most you've slept since was when you passed out from bloodloss. You must be tired."

"I'm always tired, it's just a habit at this point."

Ethan’s shoulders hung heavy

"But, I can't sleep, not with everything I know now. Besides, who knows if I even need sleep to function anymore anyways."

"You do, I can tell by how bitchy you are without it."

Ethan looked back up from the ground to meet Heisenberg's eyes, he smiled and Ethan had to fight the urge to either laugh or cry, he didn't know which.

"This is your idea of 'helping'?"

"No, my idea was for you to let me watch the kid for a few hours while you get some shut eye, then hopefully you'll be in a better mood when you wake up."

Ethan shakes his head again, he's feeling more exhausted by the second since the start of this conversation

"I get that you want to help, but I can't just leave my daughter alone with someone I barely know."

Heisenberg mulls the fathers words over for a moment before he speaks.

"fine."

he shrugs and pushes past him into the room without another word.

Ethan is swung aside as easily as a door on its hinge and for a moment he isn't quite sure what just happened.

"What are you doing?"

Heisenberg walks past the beds and over to the table. He pulls out one of the chairs and spins it around.

"If you need to watch me while I watch her then fine"

He sits down backwards on the chair at the foot of Rose's bed with his arms folded on the backrest.

"I can keep an eye on her from right here."

Ethan stands in the middle of the room, he tries to find his words but nothing is coming out.

Heisenberg leans forward a little more

"Get some rest papa, who knows, tomorrow might be the day that everything goes to shit all over again, and when that happens you won't be much good to any of us in the state you're in now. So, just let me stand guard for a while."

Ethan can feel his fatigue gripping his bones now, yet there's still that screaming in his head that keeps telling him not to let his guard down. Words come toppling out of his mouth before he’s even stopped to think about them.

"Every time I close my eyes I see all the things that have already tried to come and take her from me, and just as may more that haven't tried yet."

"Do you even know how eyes lie?"

Ethan perked up immediately at the sound of the other mans voice, he hadn't been expecting a response to his musings.

"I spent my entire life surrounded by monsters that most sane people couldn't even fathom, and yet every night when I tried to sleep I'd be convinced that something far worse was coming for me."

Ethan’s not sure how long he stared at Heisenberg after he spoke, but it seemed to be long enough to make him regret sharing.

The Lord rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist with a dismissive showmanship

"Which is to say that you're not special, you just have the luxury of knowing you're not completely paranoid. Since people and creatures like that are in fact out to get you."

Ethan smiles and a soft laugh escapes him. As the sound reverberates through him he starts to realize just how deep this full body ache has sunk in. He takes a seat on the foot of his bed, too tired to stand anymore. He leans forward on his knees again weighing his options.

"Okay."

He finally speaks

"But no smoking around Rose, if you want to light up then go outside."

Heisenberg nods.

"Noted. But I'm not going anywhere"

Ethan falls back onto the bed as quietly as he can muster and doesn't bother trying to move from that spot.

"Night Heisenberg"

He mumbles as he quickly drifts off.

"Good night Winters"

Ethan wakes a few hours later to the sound of Rose fussing, it's still dark with the single dim lamp in the corner serving as the only light source. It's a slow process to dredge his consciousness out of the deep dreamless slumber he'd fallen into. He sees movement as he starts to crack his eyes open, for a man his size, Heisenberg can move in complete silence when he wants to.

Ethan watches through heavily lidded eyes, lying perfectly still as the man moves from his chair to Rosemary's bedside and sits down beside her.

He looks at her pensively and starts to reach with both hands like he's going to pick her up, but seems to think better of it. He sits and watches Rose as she starts to sniffle and wine louder. He starts to rub his hands together slowly, his gloves make a muffled scrubbing noise. They speed up as he leans down over Rose's fortress of pillows.

He reaches out again slowly and presses the palm of his gloved hand down gently on her chest. He waits a moment for her to react and then starts to rub slow circles on her chest. He begins to hum softly and Rose's fussing seems to taper off slowly back into silence

Ethan wonders to himself how Heisenberg could have known or guessed that this gesture would work. But as the soft rumble of Heisenberg's voice drifts into his thoughts he drifts off again.

Ethan doesn't wake again until a streak of sunlight from the crack between the curtains reaches his eyes. He stretches out on the bed and feels the soreness in his muscles, it's still there, but a little less now. He looks at the clock and sees its past noon. He can't remember the last time he slept this long, let alone without being woken by nightmares, either his or his daughters.

Wait, where's Rose then?

Ethan pushed himself up on the bed and looks around the room, he feels an unexpected rush of relief wash over him at the sight of the scruffy rough and tumble Lord stationed at his daughter's bedside.

Heisenberg was asleep, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the bed, his glasses hung on the neck of his shirt. Apparently at some point in the night he'd moved his seat to position himself between where Rose slept and the door.

Ethan was surprised to see that Heisenberg was still here after at least nine and a half hours, it certainly wasn't the kind of timetable they'd agreed to last night, and who knows how much of that the Lord had actually stayed awake for. Ethan certainly wasn't expecting to sleep for this long, though it wasn't uncommon for Rose, in fact she might sleep another couple of hours if she can.

Which was also surprising, even before the events of their recent history, Rose normally only slept this soundly when someone was holding her. As Ethan turns to face them and his eyes adjust to the modicum of light in the room he realizes why.

Heisenberg's arm is rested on the mattress, one of his leather clad fingers gripped tightly in Rose's little hand.

Ethan feels the corner or his mouth twitch at the sight. The two seemed content the lie. He looks back at the clock, Heisenberg usually slept half the day away anyway. Ethan gets up and walks around to the far side of the bed, he pulls his gun out of the nightstand and checks one more time that its loaded and that the safety is still on. He walks back down to the foot of the bed and sits with himself between the two of them and the door.

He can keep watch until they're ready to get up, he can thank Heisenberg when he wakes. For now he'll wait, he'll make sure their both safe.

[margridarnauds]

For the fandom ask, 1, 6, and 15?

1. What fandom(s) did you join this year?

I really, really surprised myself with how much I fell in love with Resident Evil: Village. If you'd told me this time last year that I'd end up having too many feelings over the Vampire MILF's brother, Garbage Magneto, I'd have laughed. (Actually, that's a lie -- I KNOW my taste is shit and I own it.)

Likewise with AC: Valhalla -- I'd started playing AC when the pandemic started, as a way of de-stressing (The duality of man: Stardew Valley and Assassin's Creed), but because of how expensive Valhalla was, I wasn't able to justify it until I got it as a birthday present, and then promptly proceeded to spend the entire summer fixated on it.

La Revolution was really unexpected because that one is such an obscure musical; I had no idea that there was something out there that was so perfectly tailored to my interests.

6. Did you have any new ships this year?

Heisenwinters/Wintersberg (RE); Alcina/Maiden (RE); Harald/Eivor (Valhalla); Eivor/Basim (Valhalla); Richard/Emma (I Am From Austria -- I think? I know I WROTE that one this year); the Disaster OT3 from Crimson Peak; the Disaster OT3 from La Revolution...there are probably many, many others, it's just been a long year and my memory's absolutely shot.

15. What are you looking forward to coming out in 2022?

In a fandom context, there are a LOT of fics that I've started bookmarking and subscribing to, I'm really excited to see what developments they'll end up getting.

As far as my stuff...I really want to wrap up Pour la Peine. I know I keep saying this, but after this next chapter or so, I'll have it pretty much entirely written out, which will be a massive, massive moment for me because I started writing it in the last year of my undergrad and now I'm a PhD student. It and I have been through a lot together, we've grown and developed, and I want to give it a fitting send-off. (I'm literally preparing some sparkling juice so that I can fully send it off in style.)

I really want to finish Door #2 -- This fic's meant a lot to me, the RE fandom, for the most part, have been absolutely lovely, and I want to end with a bang so I can start working on my other RE 8/Wintersberg content ( I have multiple AU ideas I'm putting on the burner so I don't distract from Door #2, especially since several of them are set in the same universe.)

A few Valhalla ideas I want to see out there, when I have the time to put in the research. 

A few 1789 ideas -- The Fairytale AU had some good progress this year; I don't think we'll make my goal of finishing by the New Year, but I think that sometime in 2022, possibly early 2022, we'll see movement.

I want to do some more work with my series on the Fourth Branch -- Thus far, we've gotten one piece from Gwydion's perspective, one piece from Lleu's, but I want to really expand to as many characters from the Fourth Branch as possible -- I especially want Aranrhod and Blodeuedd to get their piece. I might have a piece for Gilfaethwy planned out that...well. It's in keeping with me. And it's in keeping with the Mabinogi, God knows if I'll ever be brave enough to publish it.

I also want to start a separate series on the First Branch/Third Branch, with the first piece to be about Rhiannon during her penance, another piece after the events of the Fourth Branch. In general, I kind of want to do a thing with the Mabinogi where each of these one-shots added up ends up telling the whole story of the Four Branches, with all of them interlocking at different times, I think it'd be really fun and a really wonderful way to pay tribute to a tradition that's come to mean so much to me. (If I do this, the Second Branch is coming last because that one's too mentally exhausting for me.)

[margridarnauds]

dvd commentary 2: [ On a scale of 1-10, 1 being a bad day at the office, 10 being “the world on fucking fire”, today had been a solid 15 .

Chris. Mia. Rose. The Village. Luiza. Leonardo. Elena. Being chased by werewolves, then being impaled and dragged around. Being the center of a tug-of-war game between four freaks and their murdering witch of a mother. Being chased by werewolves again .

This wasn’t even Louisiana, he thought, a puddle splashing underneath his hand as he crawled away from the ruined death trap, the water cooling the burning that still ebbed along his wrists. Too close.

Louisiana felt normal compared to this. At least there, he didn’t have goddamn vampires . ] - Door #2

One annoying fact about my writing: Once I get a beginning stuck in my head, I almost NEVER let it go, because, as far as my brain is concerned, that's it. That's the beginning, and anything else will feel wrong. And that was very much the case for Door #2, where I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how this would get off the ground, that line got into my head, and then, just like that, BAM. Opening.

Initially, the concept for Door #2 was very much like every other Wintersberg fic, where Ethan takes Heisenberg's deal. The first scene I actually had written out was the one that was JUST published, when Ethan meets Heisenberg in the factory, Heisenberg makes the offer, and Ethan accepts. But, then I got attached to the other lords and was like "...okay, change of plans" and I had to write out all the other chapters BEFORE that. Which meant a new scene. So it was actually quite hard to find an opening until it materialized in my mind.

It was really, really important to get into Ethan's head and emphasize that he was Some Guy, that he had a normal life, and now he's being tossed into all this madness. And, in a way that will really become important in a few chapters down the line, that he's dealt with SO MUCH. Because, when we're playing the game or watching videos, I think it's easy to forget that this is all happening to Ethan over the COURSE OF A DAY. Like, the man sees his wife shot by his friend, has his daughter kidnapped, meets all these people who die in front of him, and that's before he even meets the Four Lords. It's very likely not even 8 o clock in the morning and he's having to deal with this, and I feel like for any person, it wouldn't have sunk in. Like, his mind is AWARE that these things are happening, but it just can't hold it because he's focused SO HARD. (Which is one thing that I wish people would understand when they criticize Ethan for being harsh or jumpy or snappish -- He's had a REALLY, REALLY rough time, he's kind of running off of nothing but the urge to get his daughter back, he's got to be tired, he's got to be hungry, he's got to be thirsty, and he's seen his entire world fall apart in front of him. Of COURSE he isn't going to be the most patient or sympathetic to Heisenberg. He isn't exactly in a state of mind where he can fall into Heisenberg's muscular, toned arms like I know that people want...and that's fine.)

It's easy for us, as the observers, to take this for granted, but he JUST escaped with his life. His hand got half-bitten off less than about thirty minutes ago, he's been crawling on the ground, his knees are probably sore, the cavern is damp and wet and the ground is hard, and he just put his wrists up against some rapidly spinning spikes, with only some handcuffs to protect them. Yeah, he's in pain. Which is part of why he's not in a particularly good mood when he meets Heisenberg because, as much as WE love Heisenberg, Ethan is really not in a state where he's able to listen to what he's saying when HE'S the reason why he's in this mess in the first place.

And it was really, really important to keep in bringing the villagers, because I feel like people forget them and the impact they would have had on Ethan really easily. And, I get it! They don't have the personality that the Four Lords do. The Four Lords are FUN -- One chapter that I recently had to write (can't give details on because Spoilers) was a DELIGHT because of the change in perspective. But the villagers also had lives. They had loved ones. And these are people that Ethan personally interacted with before they died, who he couldn't save, and that's going to linger with him and tint his dealings with the Four Lords, because they don't care AT ALL, they exploited these people from cradle to grave. (I love Heisenberg, obviously, but he only really does care about himself, his claims of being a "freedom fighter" aside.) But, on the reverse end of that, it also means that....when he forms a genuine attachment to someone, he's going to cling onto them a little more, because he's tired of losing people.