#still a special place in my heart for the ambiguous ''I'm going to be on the news''

[theramblingvoid]

I'm really glad the genre of post that is "30 year olds telling people that life gets better" exists. Cornerstone of this site's mental health honestly

[foiledbyvoile]

played LaDS today after a near month long hiatus. proceeded to dump gems into every chance during the event because it ends in like 12 hours and it's my beloved Zayne and I'm getting that 5* memory 😤 was NOT prepared for a Dawnbreaker storyline ARE YOU KIDDING ME. here's my scattered thoughts. I reached a point where I had to write it out, and I am subsequently a puddle of tears.

"It's carrot-flavored."

idk why but this just...urgh. Like, he's making jokes but he's using the memories he (and us) have seen to do it. It's so bittersweet. drawing upon those memories he cherished for his entire life to form some kind of connection with the woman he has loved from across time and space for years.

example #2: making two seals with his evol, another core memory between them, LIKE 😭

and the way he is so effected by her. when she offers to use their combined evol to break the protofield, and he makes a noise and looks away? I've lost count of how many times they highlight his subtle (not very subtle at all) reactions to her. he is barely holding it together right now and I am here for it.

I got hung up on them sharing chocolates on the sofa (after he so casually reached into the fridge and grabbed them, like he'd done it hundreds of times before 👀), and how often he had to have sat there, alone, thinking of her.

but she's here now, she's really here, and then I got to thinking how this is a dream come true and a nightmare all at once for him; yes he loves her and he wants to be with her but not here, not in his world. he wants to be her Zayne, live that idyllic life he dreams of where he saves people rather than kills them but instead she's been thrust into his desolate iteration of Linkon city and it just hurts.

he's so sweet though, letting her believe that it's nothing more than a dream, when for him it's his reality. he wants to protect her, and that includes protecting her from himself because he is so terrified of hurting her that it quite literally haunts him.

and correct me if I'm wrong, but were they not essentially handing his pain back and forth? she would use her evol to purify him, and he would use his evol to take it back, putting himself in further agony to ensure she is safe, unharmed from himself?

"By then, I'll find you in your dreams, the real you."

OW. does she know who he really is? does she comprehend the gravitas to that fucking declaration, will he ever outright tell her that he is not her Zayne?? they keep swaying either way, but there's no way this isn't Dawnbreaker. (confirmed when the narrative referred to MC as "the girl.") I'm going to have to replay it again, but I don't think they ever make the connection to him being the same 'Zayne' she had briefly seen before, keeping it ambiguous from MC's perspective whether or not she truly understands what's happening here.

THE ENDING. you just HAD to make sure we knew Dawnbreaker was never going to escape his own hell, didn't you? really had to drive it home that he'd never get to be with her. he finds her, reaches for her and she reaches back and then paradise crumbles around them only to find themselves back where it started? that's just...cruel, man.

it's almost worse now. he's got hope dangled in front of him and it's constantly being pulled just out of reach. before, there was no hope. he had somehow managed to cope, albeit in the words of MC, "struggling to live a normal life", he had resigned to his fate nonetheless. but now there's this sliver of hope, the white light amidst the darkness, and yet it's piercing him all the same.

it's like a saccharine purgatory, his nightmare evolving with her presence but still trapped in the black ice that plagues him because he can't escape, even with her help. it's not destined to be, fate has quite literally decided it.

(astra's a bitch and then we cry)

I'm going to be replaying these chapters a few times, there's so much going on. Dawnbreaker has always held a special place in my heart because I'm simply a whore for tragedy. anyways, gonna go sob over these pixels again ✌️

[wufflesvetinari]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

<3! this was a clear choice for the first 3 but difficult to do by the end!

Rite of Exorcism is probably the best fic i've ever written, but it's always going to have a very specific audience because 1) it's horror, heavy on the gaslighting and robot body horror even though there's a happy ending and 2) it's a d:bh fic and many of my mutuals have good taste. but i'm extremely proud of how it came together on every level: plot, prose, character, overall structure, cathartic ending, creepiness.

Glad Tidings, the wyllstarion hallmark movie choose-your-own-adventure ulder ravengard stress ulcer simulator. i am never going to write anything this weird and intricate again, probably, unless i get really into narrative design in a big way. (plus the jokes land! not always a given)

3:16, my damian wayne grant morrison-era magnum opus. i was fresh off a master's degree course in child psychology when i started this and have really stretched my (minimal) knowledge in a personally-satisfying way. it's also interesting to me because it wouldn't have been the same fic if i had managed to read, like, any other batfam fic before starting it. so it retains this sort of idiosyncratic character i'm proud of

Like Acid Reflux, or Love: reigen/oc breakup fic lmao. a reigen arataka character study whose whole point was how this strange, strange man values the growth and safety of his various child hangers-on above all. i love this fic because i knew it was a super niche concept but went for it anyway and loved the results. also because i got to experiment with 1) gender ambiguity via second person narration and 2) the common conventions of oc shipping, which i'd never written before (though really in service of a gen fic about canon characters)

still the river: speaking of oc shipping lmao. this is tavstarion with a special place in my heart for different reasons from the above: 1) it allowed me to practice building a well-rounded character amidst the scaffolding of an established canon, and now i love her and want to write a novel about her 2) the astarion-voice just poured out of me in a way very little writing has before. taught me things about prose despite only being ~7k words long.

[hiraya-rawr]

Okay okay so I have two sagau ideas.

One the creator appears as a child( I'm a sucker for found family stuff so) in the au. The Zhongli and the other know that the creator is young. They created the world because they wanted to prove themselves and wanted friends. So when they decent their just a lil kid exploring the world, petting all the animals and slimes.

And the other one I really really like is that no one is certain what the creator looks like. Yes there are statues build in their honor but their always wearing a cloak... hiding their face. So when creator does decent their in a hiding woodland area where most of the animals suddenly go to, even the naras head there. Just less wildlife besides the occasion where the animals come steal random supplies. I know traveler and some other characters will definitely go try to find out what's happening (kinda wanna write this...dunno))

awee child MC interactions will always have a special place in my heart. sagau is still a pretty ambiguous genre you can explore, so if you want to write and you have the motivation, go for it!

[syncopein3d]

Shun the Light: A Friendly Review

Introduction and Format Explanation:

I've just finished reading Shun the Light by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort. In the communities where I spend most of my time here on Tumblr, I see occasional recommendations but nothing I would call a review, so I thought I'd go into a little more detail about why I enjoyed this story. I'm still a relative newcomer here in 2024, so if I'm wrong about that, send links in the notes and I will include them here!

The reason I think a positive review might be useful to my audience is that, when people praise a story, they seldom give enough detail for me to know as a reader if I will also want to read it. These are stories I liked personally, and this means that reviews will mostly be of hurt/comfort stories with happy or at least ambiguous endings.

Ambiguous here means characters may part, or may have dangling plot threads for later, but they have survived and are in some way better or recovering. Please always read authors’ trope/warning lists before taking off into their other work. I review hurt/comfort without NSFW usually, but lots of whump writers have both h/c content and NSFW, torture, pet, slave, or other subgenres of whump. I support everyone in this community, and I don’t want anyone to be mad at them or me because you dove directly from a reviewed story into something you didn’t like or were triggered by.

This doesn't mean I disliked everything I didn't review; I read a lot of stories and can't review them all. This is just for stories that are completed according to the author (something of a rare category already) and that I thought deserved special mention.

I'll attempt some light analysis, but I won't ask authors if I'm right about their intent first, so you only get my reader impressions on it. As such, I might be wrong about some or all of how I describe a story and its lore. I don't insist on death of the author once a review is up, so authors are welcome and encouraged to comment!

Summary:

A werewolf and a vampire meet under difficult circumstances and forge an unlikely bond through various injuries and incidents.

Vibes:

I will try to refrain from gushing, since the author is no doubt tired of seeing me type rows of capital A’s on the story posts themselves. This is a very sweet and pleasant hurt/comfort story. It feels warm and comfy even in the slightly gory parts. If it’s possible to write a cozy Universal Studios Horror Gothic, it’s this right here. A lot of it takes place in the same old house and its environs, increasing both the intimacy of the story and the sense of warm familiarity. This is just a delightful palate cleanser if you’ve been reading darker material lately and want to just sit back and feel better.

Characters and Setting:

The story centers on Dante and Matteo, a vampire and a werewolf who wander into each other’s lives by accident. Both are well-intentioned, both are grieving what they lost, whether recently (for Matteo) or long ago (for Dante). When misunderstandings happen, it flows reasonably out of the difference in their ages, their circumstances, and their mutual exasperating tendency to assume the other person’s emotions incorrectly. There’s some delicious angst as a result of that.

Dante is an old soul both literally and figuratively, low-energy and depressed, without rapacity of any kind. The only times he uses a vampire mind control ability are when he is helping to care for Matteo – motivating him to get up the stairs to bed, soothing him to sleep, helping him feel better. It’s almost never for his own benefit. Matteo is not a roaring monster so much as a whipped stray, used to disappointment, expecting the worst. He has a giving heart, but he can’t believe Dante would care about him in return. This doesn’t feel like he’s being stupid in a writing sense; it feels like he has been taught by bad experiences that he has no value. I thought that was handled really well. The dynamic is excellent.

As I mentioned, a lot of the story happens in and around Dante’s house, a slightly decayed mansion where the graves of his loved ones are and which, we receive the impression, he has been haunting like a ghost for some years now. Gradually, we come to see it as more of a safe haven as the story advances, the characters and their exchanges transforming the atmosphere even though the old house remains nearly unchanged. There are brief moments in the woods, in a small nearby town, but they’re not important; they hover vaguely around the place where the characters seem to belong.

Themes (Mild Spoilers):

A lot of stories with vampires in them try to work with themes of renewal. A lot of stories with werewolves in them try to work with themes of found family. Tropes aren’t inherently bad, it’s all in the execution, and it was very interesting to see those two things collide and mingle in this.

Dante needs someone to drag him out of his grave. Matteo needs someone to care and give him value. We morph from the two of them trapped in a slowly rotting antique, wounded and exhausted, to the two of them taking care of each other with more purpose and determination inside what is becoming their home. I would hope that, if the author writes a future story still set here, they would work on renovating parts of the house, as a metaphor for their ongoing dynamic; or burning the place down as a symbol of moving on from their traumas into a new life. But that’s just me writing fanfiction. The story is complete in itself, and I love it.

Final Comments and Recommendation:

This is a lovely, cozy story about two sad people treating each other’s wounds. That’s one of my favorite flavors of story, and if it is for you, too, this is absolutely for you. When I say I like whump, this right here is what leaps to my mind. For fellow loss-of-consciousness fans, Dante has a numbing venom that’s used for that purpose several times, so there’s lots of that here, too. I can hardly recommend this one wholeheartedly enough. If you like hurt and comfort at all, you really, really should give it a look.

My writing masterpost is here, including more Friendly Reviews!

[memoria-99]

Just my thoughts about self inserts

I was wandering around Tumblr and saw something about self inserting... rather, why MC with designated design and personality isn't so good?

I know nobody cares but well I just felt like rambling here

As a person who never self inserts, I prefer someone who has their own design and solid character as an MC.

I mean, even though there are games that MCs are kinda blank or ambiguous, that person still cannot be me, options I could choose are limited.

And I know if I were in that situation I would never be able to think of the majority of those options or make them romantically interested in me in the first place, so...

Whoever they are, however blank or ambiguous they are, they still can't be me. Then why not enjoy the solid character in 3rd person view.

If the MC does something cool, I'm like "Way to go, nice work", I appreciate them. If the MC does something stupid, I'm like "Hey what're you doing", I rant.

Yes along the way I get to like some of the LIs there, and some managed to hold special place in my heart even till now, but it's not like I really feel like being the MC in their stories.

Maybe it's just me cuz I love reading novels(otome isekai) so I'm kinda used to seeing romance in 3rd person view(I know someone self inserts in novels too, but not me)-- and it's much more fun that way, at least for me.

[queers-gambit]

Hi Cherry ❣️

Just wanted to let you know that you're a very talented writer, and everyone on here loves your fics, me included of course. Just in case you may doubt yourself honey 🥰🥺

So far I've read every single one of your Billy Hargrove fics and to say that you're one of my favorite Billy writers is an understatement. Up and Out is a personal favorite to be honest, it holds a special place in my heart. 🥺♥️ It's so rare to find Billy writers on here, most people misunderstand him, even fans and many Billy writers. Wether it be a Billy fan or a Billy hater, he is always seen as either :

a) a horrible abusive being who deserved everything that happened to him. Like for real, some people truly have no empathy for abuse victims, Billy isn't abusive, he is a victim who lashes out, there is a huge gap between the two. Of course lashing out at others isn't the way to go, but I strongly believe that Billy doesn't want to do any of that either, he feels deeply guilty for things he isn't responsible for (like his mother leaving him with his abusive dad) or for things that are beyond his control due to his overactive hypervigilence and trauma responses.

or b) the sex symbol. Like seriously, I know he is beautiful and all, but he is still a teenager. He should not be sexualized the way most people do on here. I rarely ever come across a fic that doesn't depict him as a sex icon. Yes, he is gorgeous, we all know that. Yes, he is hypersexual, we know that. But that's not ALL he is. He is SO MUCH MORE than that. And people forget that his hypersexual behavior is probably the result of some trauma. I feel like he secretly really wants affection, love, hugs and cuddles and validation. He is just too afraid to show the slightest ounce of vulnerability.

or c) the repressed gay sex symbol. Like. Okay, to each their own. But seriously. Him not showing affection towards the girls we saw him with (like Vicky and Tina for example) doesn't mean he isn't interested in women. It means he is a scarred traumatized young boy who doesn't know how to express affection in a healthy way. Just like Jim Hopper. They share some many similarities, it's just insane. Anyways, that's a just a thought.

Damn, I'm so sorry for my rambling, I got carried away. 😅 Thank you for giving us a more accurate representation of Billy Hargrove. ❣️ We need it. Please don't stop what you're doing. 🤍💕 You're talented, always remember that Cherry.🌷

you know what we're NOT gonna do? apologize to Cherry for sending her a message of ANY length! i adore your guys' messages, so, whether you write me 3 words, 10 words, 30, or 500, i'm really jazzed to read them all. welcome to my heart, poppet, i'm so very happy you're here to share with. thank you so so so much for the compliments and support! you sweetie pie, cutie patootie!

i feel like i rarely get conversations anymore, it's all requests; so this was a nice change of pace 'cause you're looking really deep into a character that had incredible potential, so it's really cool to form your own thoughts, ideas, emotions.

i think you made some interesting points about Billy's character. but in all honesty, he's such an ambiguous character that i like the idea that he's versatile; so there's no "wrong" Billy. but i appreciate you saying i represent him - he's a fun character to write for 'cause, again, he's versatile and anything goes for Billy Boy.

however, i want to remind you and anyone else of something.

YES, victims themselves can ALSO in turn become ABUSERS. it's a righteously toxic cycle. you know the phrase, "monkey see, monkey do?" it's very much similar to that. children see what mommy and daddy do, so they think it's acceptable behavior until someone later in life corrects them. but then there's also that phrase, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks," so even if you were correct them, odds are, the lesson isn't going to stick because they're conditioned to believe, think, act, feel a certain way. the way the abusers programmed them to be.

it's a concept that i, myself, am still trying to learn. let me explain: i have an older sister who was abused by our mother and the first chance she got, she moved out. their relationship is MUCH better now, but it took years of therapy for my sister to cope with all that had been said and done. however, in therapy, she came to terms with the fact that our mother had been abused by her mother - our grandmother - who had been abused by HER mother - our great-grandmother.

my sister had to teach herself that this cycle was not a reflection on her as a person or as a daughter, but rather this was a generational curse that dates back way-back-when. so while it's like, yeah, our mother was abused by our grandmother, that still doesn't excuse 100% of what my mother did or said to my sister. see what i mean? yeah, my mother's a victim, but she didn't just continue the cycle of abuse but fanned the flames - marking her as an abuser, too. it's not her fault, it's not grandma's fault, it's not great-grandma's fault - it's a societal behavior that has never been kind to women in basically any culture, religion, region, tradition. however this doesn't mean we get to excuse abuse; accountability still needs to be held, wounds need to be healed, and justice needs to be shelled out.

Billy is still a kid, he's excused because he truly doesn't know right from wrong, but it's important to me that i reiterate that my writings are MEANT to romanticize toxic men and relationships. you should not entertain things that are not good for you, things that make you sick, things that cause harm - you do not deserve that kind of turmoil. please stay safe.

again, Billy is meant to be romanticized - but your real life situation is NOT to be. you are all so very special to me, i want you all to stay safe and know that should anyone need it, i'm here for any chat.

all of my love and all of my forehead kisses 🖤

( ps if you're wondering how my sister got abused and i didn't, i guess my mother didn't have the time because i was diagnosed at a young age with rare medical conditions that have kept me in and out of the hospital for over a decade. so maybe 'cause God was tryna unalive me, my ma didn't think to abuse me in the way she did my sister, but trust and believe, i had my fair share of bullshit )

[agirlking]

(If you, a fellow over a hundred fics posted author, want to overthink getting five too XD)

:3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Definitely going to have some of my original work on here, thank you!

Cry for Help (Original fic.) I don't know why exactly this is one of my favorites, but it is! I just love how eldritch it feels, how it's atypical for its genre of hurt/comfort. It flowed very naturally for me writing it too, which has not always been the case! I'm still really proud of it.

Return to Humanity (Amnesia The Bunker) I rarely write slash fic so this one was a nice change of pace! Even if it's quite ambiguous. I loved this game more than I thought I would, both story and gameplay, and The Stalker has a special place in my heart in terms of horror monsters. I wanted Augustin and Henri to get a gentler ending. Also this fic got shockingly popular for such a small fandom, and got some very sweet comments on it!

Steady rhythm (The Dark Pictures anthology; House of Ashes) I actually really struggled with which one to pick from this series, because I still love it, it's one of my favorite series I've written no doubt, even though it does need some editing at this point. I love vampires, I love Jason, I love giving this wonderful game a happier ending, and I love the comfort and acceptance and support the characters give each other here, it ends up being very found family. This specific fic though, was my first collab! So I picked it.

You don’t have to be (Stranger Things) Considering how short each part is, I probably could say this whole series counts as one, but I decided to pick the first part of it. I think One/Vecna/Henry is a much better villain than ST had had up until that point, but also that there could've been soooo much more to him. I love AUs where a villain ends up not being the villain, more morally grey, so this was a neat two in one! No puns intended. (Also El getting to have a family that shares her powers is so nice to me.)

Mosquito Bite (Original Work) Okay there were actually SEVERAL duking it out for the final spot, but I had to pick this one. It's arguably my first true darkfic and I love how it came out even if it's so much different (in some ways) than what I usually write, so it deserves this spot!

[strange-morningstar]

Personal gifts

From prompt list

Thanks for the prompt It took me a while to think about what to write then it hit me I haven't written anything for Peter Quill and Adam Warlock

(Platonically but can be seen as Adam having a cute Crush or Squish if you want but nothing overtly Romantic...uh Ambiguous if you will)

Disclaimer: I wrote this while half awake so the pacing may be all over the place and there may be spelling mistakes and all that jazz

Yes I will be getting sleep after I post this...

Warning for Guardians of the Galaxy 3 Spoilers (Not alot but yknow..some)

Adam sat in his room he had adjusted well to being a Guardian alongside Rocket and Kragglin. however he couldn't help but think about Peter Quill the man he had saved from dying in space, he had only spoken to him once but he was curious about him.

he had heard of Quill's return and he wanted to do something special for him, he grabbed a blank cassette tape and learned to add some songs to it from Rocket's Zune (don't ask how, he just knew somehow).

Adam had gathered a playlist of songs he had found and enjoyed and wanted to share his joy in music with Peter something personal that he no doubt knew that Peter could relate and appreciate.

Nebula had found a Walkman handing it to Adam "Here It should play the cassette" she said with a small smirk.

"Thank you Nebula" Adam said softly taking the Walkman he raised a brow looking around for a pair of headphones spinning around for a moment before he was stopped by Peter.

"Woah Careful there...you're gonna make yourself dizzy" Peter chuckled gently helping Adam stand upright.

Adam nodded gently "Right, Thank you" he blinked before perking up and smirking "Ah Quill you've returned !" he said cheerfully.

he gave Peter a warm hug surprising Quill but Peter hugged Adam back gently nonetheless "Yeah I'm back …just for a visit I wanted to check on you all, see how you were doing..."

The first thing Peter noticed was the change in outfit for Adam, he smiled warmly "Oh, nice...Those colours actually kinda suit you. Not bad"

"Oh well, Thank you..." Adam said softly he quickly hid the cassette tape and the Walkman in a failed attempt to surprise the Terran.

Peter noticed this and smirked "You're welcome" he raised a brow still smirking "Whatchya got there?" he said gesturing to what's behind Adam's back.

"Um...it's a surprise?" Adam tried his best to sound convincing but he sounded unsure if anything.

"Huh...alrighty then, hey listen I didn't know what you'd like from Earth but uh I picked up a few things..." Peter said as he set his bag down gently digging through it. He pulled out a toy for Adam's Pet a small squeaky toy to be specific, he also pulled out a chocolate bar that he thought Adam could try.

Adam blinked a few times looking at the small yet meaningful gifts he had received from Peter. "Why, That's awfully kind of you Peter, I uh Have a gift for you as well".

He handed Peter the Newfound Walkman and the mixtape he had made for him.

"What's this?" Peter asked as his eyes scanned the Mixtape he smirked at the neat handwriting that read 'Warlock Mix (Made by Adam)'.

"It's a collection of songs I want to share with you...songs I enjoy and hold near to my heart, I've listened to your mix tapes on the stereo tape player but I figured this uh Walkman would better suit your needs; listening to it on the go. While you're out there you can uh think of me" Adam said with a smile kind of rambling happily.

Peter smiled wide as he pulled Adam in for a hug "Thanks Adam, I'll give it a listen when I get the chance...that's pretty thoughtful of you..".

"Do you wanna listen to it together?" He offered.

Adam nodded gently "I-I'd love to!, and uh maybe we could dance together? I've learned a few dance moves and heard you've partaken in a dance off during your first battle with the Guardians..".

Peter chuckled softly "Oh they told you about that huh?...That was a fun time actually...But yeah sure. We can bust a few moves together and dance the night away".

Adam smiled warmly as he held the gifts in his hand they meant a lot to him but his time with Quill building a friendship with him as they shared music together meant so much more to him.

[gamebird]

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

259

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

4,888,448 (about 600-700k of that is cowritten by others so in reality what I've written is more like 4.2M)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to write for the same fandom until I stop, so in reverse order by recency:

The Murderbot Diaries

The Old Guard

Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy, or as I like to think of it, the Sequel Duology)

Heroes NBC

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I believe the number of kudos is mainly dictated by number of fans reading that fandom at the time of publication. As such, since I didn't originally publish most of my Heroes stuff on AO3, the high kudos stuff is Star Wars (bigger fandom, more kudos). So instead, I'll give you the highest kudos fic per fandom I've written in:

Rogue Trends (The Murderbot Diaries)

No Arabic (The Old Guard)

Services Rendered (Star Wars: ST)

Bricks in the Wall (Heroes NBC)

Dirty Talk (Star Trek Reboot)

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

Every time. Unless I miss one accidentally. Because:

I am thrilled to connect with someone who read my fic and enjoyed it enough to say something. At a basic level, we're waving happily at each other from across the world.

I want to thank people for taking the time to say something nice.

Sometimes I want to answer their question or riff off something they said, or there's something in their comment that makes me think they won't mind me info-dumping about the fic or my headcanons.

Once upon a time I was jazzed that it doubled my comment count, but I don't look at my comment counts anymore so that's not it. I just like connecting with people who are into the same things I'm into.

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

The original end of Slave Verse was bittersweet and sad. Peter had eventually, finally, sacrificed himself in the course of trying to save the world. Gabriel had to go on without him. I published it and cried about it for days. I was so despondent. I couldn't take it. The ending I'd written was right for the story - I still believe that - but I couldn't leave it there. I wrote another final chapter where Gabriel recreated Peter from his memories and I left it ambiguous as to whether this counted as the 'real' Peter.

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

The Grey Order series. A true lasting peace is established in the galaxy, those who have been hurt, brainwashed, neglected, and exploited find love, support, and new homes, the fallen are redeemed, and even the hardest hearts are softened. It was truly a love letter to Star Wars, mostly to The Last Jedi, and the potential I saw in where the story could go after that movie.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. I would say never, but a month ago I referred someone to a fic of mine with 4-person polyamory and they pointed out the top two comments on the first chapter were people complaining that I'd written polyamory. I'd forgotten about it. I'm not sure if that's even hate.

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

Lots and lots. Generally it's m/m where one is a villain who had good reason to be a villain and the hero who forgives them and shows them a better way. I have a special place in my heart for taking people who would not normally be partners and finding ways to get them together anyway. Sometimes this is because one of them is a sex/fluids repulsed asexual, or they're enemies, or they're brothers, or one of them killed the other's brother, or they're a power-hungry crone no one likes, etc. I like taking the unloved or unlovable, climbing inside their heads, and finding ways for them to get right with the world. And find a little (or a lot of) love.

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

I have, but not many. I've written Harry Potter/Heroes, Star Trek/Heroes, Sixth Sense/Heroes. And that's it. I don't know that any of them are 'crazy'. The crackiest, funniest thing I've ever written was Just Another Crack In The Wall, a Heroes fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have been told that various fic ideas I discussed on open forum were made into fics by other people and that I should say something to the authors in question. I did not say anything to the authors in question. I would be honored if what I had discussed had been their inspiration, but it's just as possible that it wasn't.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. This one, Reminiscences in Russian. I have been asked several other times and said yes, and for them to send me a link to it when they were done. I never heard back from them. So maybe there are more out there?

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes. More Between Us Than a Wall is a 1M+ word, nearly 10 year collaboration that's slowed down incredibly, but isn't quite done yet. Me and the partner still talk about it once a month or so. We have another chapter done and waiting for us both to be good with publishing. There's another chapter beyond that in the works.

Aside from that, I wrote one of the early chapters for Enemies, Closer and I collaborated for multiple chapters on Counting Down, a pair of Murderbot Diaries stories.

I think there was another story in Heroes I co-wrote with @lornrocks , but I can't remember the details or title.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

TOS Kirk/Spock, which I have never written - I haven't even written in that fandom whatsoever. As far as that goes, my main sexual fantasies/kinks are also things I have never written, not in any fandom. But as far as what's been put on the page, I'd have to say Peter/Sylar. Their relationship is the most complex and the most ... the most everything.

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

Integration, for The Old Guard. The fandom got toxic, I got cancer, I don't know if I'll go back to it. I had thought I'd get back when TOG 2 came out, but even though they supposedly have the movie in the can ready to go, Netflix is sitting on it. They haven't even announced the release date.

16. What are your writing strengths?

World-building, dialogue, characterization. Action scenes, plot coherency, very few unfinished fics, reliability in hitting deadlines or promises to my audience/co-writers.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The beginnings of my stories rarely have the sort of sharp, active hook that a good story needs to be a hit with readers.

Another 'weakness' is that my longer stories sprout backstories and side stories, which I then order chronologically in series, which makes it very difficult for the beginning reader to know where to 'start'.

I don't advertise myself well or often. Which given the degree to which I write for myself, I suppose is only a weakness from a certain point of view.

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

I might do a very simple word here or there as appropriate ('yes', 'what?', 'please', etc.) where my chances of screwing up are low, but in general I'm not going to use my writing as a language exercise. Mostly it's: Speaking in Arabic, Joe said- Or Whatever Nicolo said was unintelligible, but Yusuf could at least make out that it was X language. If I happened to be fluent in another language, then sure. But I'm not.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Heroes.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Look at this poor sad unloved fic! Some day it will get a kudo and then I'll stop coddling it.

But aside from that, Dead Men Tell No Tales is a Star Wars fic that, I thought, is one of the better written that I've put out there, as far as pacing.

I like most of my stories. It's hard to pick a favorite.

Anyone who wants to have a go!

Tagged by @aintgonnatakethis and @judgeverse

Thank you! :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

802,066

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm a serial monogamist as far as fandoms go, concentrating on one at a time until I move on to the next. Over the past 15 years I've written

Star Wars (Prequel trilogy - all about Qui-Gon Jinn)

Tolkien fandom (all about Celeborn)

Pirates of the Caribbean (started off with Commodore Norrington/Jack Sparrow, couldn't make it work for me and jumped sideways into Norrington and Lt. Gillette)

Marvel - (the Thor movies reactivated a nascent fascination with Loki, so I dragged a whole bunch of mythology into the MCU fandom.)

Stargate Universe (all about Colonel Young)

Star Wars (Sequel trilogy - all about General Hux)

The Untamed (all about Jin Guangyao)

I've also done a couple of little shorts for Torchwood, Motive and Talented Mr Ripley

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Kindness Repaid - in which Loki and Captain America become friends

Supervillain Honeymoon - someone wrote a fic in response to A Kindness Repaid in which Loki and Steve got married, so I had to write a fic in response to that, in which I figured out how the Asgardians and the Avengers would take the news

The Same Last Name and the Same Coloured Eyes - in which Jin Zixuan decides to be a good big brother to Jin Guangyao, and averts most of the tragedy of The Untamed as a result

Defying His Doom - in which Doctor Doom inspires Loki to improve his public image, and they end up winning a Nobel Peace Prize.

Stepping Stones - an epic Stargate Universe fic I wrote with @seekingidlewild, in which an accident with the communication stones leaves Rush and Young bodyswapped and all communication from Earth cut off

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

Of course I do! I've met all my best fandom friends by chatting with them in the comments of fic (mine and theirs.) Also who doesn't love talking to people about their writing?

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

I tend to avoid angsty endings if I can. That said, it's probably Battle of the Golden Wood which ends with Galadriel and Celeborn saying goodbye, as she leaves Middle-earth and he refuses to follow.

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

Hard to say - I tend to make them all as happy as possible. If I can save the world at the same time, I'll do that too. Maybe Seeds of Old Trees, which gets Celeborn and Galadriel back together and sets Tolkien's elves on a path towards a future of exploring outer space.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have had some rude and entitled comments. People trying to convince me that my blorbo is actually a terrible person who should be locked up (SGU) or that my understanding of the lore is faulty (Tolkien) and therefore I should have written a different story from the one I actually wrote. But I wouldn't really call that hate.

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

Heh, it's funny. I came into fanfic repressed and writing gen. Then I unpacked the repression, had about ten years writing slash, during which I discovered the queer community, wrestled with God and came out as an asexual queer Christian. Then I leaned into the asexuality and ended up writing gen again.

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

In general I don't, but the craziest one is also the only one I've written - Strange Meetings in which Qui-Gon crash lands in Middle-earth and meets Legolas. They were going to go to the drowned ruins of Doriath and recover a Silmaril, but I lost interest after a couple of chapters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

The same last name and the same coloured eyes has been translated into Russian, and I think one of my Tolkien fics was translated into Chinese, but that was on a non-Ao3 site.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Absolutely! I wrote a number of Elu Thingol/Celeborn fics in the Tolkien fandom with Mirien, and Stepping Stones (where Rush and Young are bodyswapped, and Skipping Stones (where Young is age-regressed into a child) with @seekingidlewild

I loved it! It's a great experience writing with someone whose writing you already enjoy. Lots of bouncing ideas off each other and excitement - and of course it's half as hard and twice as fast as doing it all yourself.

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

I don't think I have one. I'm honestly a single blorbo at a time writer, and I will read and write fics in which that blorbo is paired with just about anyone. I'm not particularly bothered which ship they're in.

I do have a soft spot for Rush/Young though, because they have such in-your- face dysfunctional obsessional chemistry on the show. And in contrast I also love Xiyao (Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao) because they are so obviously in such a gentle, radiant sort of love, that I choose to believe would have survived the revelation of Jin Guangyao's multiple murders.

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

I would have said Do Not Bear Grudges, which was going to be my JGY resurrection fic, but it fought me so hard that I ended up deleting what I'd already written and I'm glad to have it gone.

I still vaguely wish that I had finished The Stolen Ones however, which was about Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi and was jossed by the Jedi Apprentice books. (I still think mine was better.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at description/settings/worldbuilding, and I often have an unusual take on things due to my non-neurotypicalness.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at giving each character their own unique voice, so my dialogue can get a bit samey. Also I forget that characters can lie - all my characters pretty much tell the truth all the time, which makes it difficult writing the kind of sneaky characters I so love, like Loki, JGY later movies!Hux and even Rush.

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

I could not do it. Massive respect and kudos to anyone who writes in a second language. It is beyond me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, when it first came out. The internet was on dial-up and fandom was on yahoo groups. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been able to speak to other sci-fi geeks like myself. An amazing experience, and good times!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I know it's cheating a bit to choose more than one, but these three hang together as a series, telling the story of Celeborn and Galadriel from first meeting, to tragic parting and final reunion Oak and Willow, Battle of the Golden Wood, and Seeds of Old Trees. At about 140,000 words, it's a good size novel. And of all the characters I've stanned over the years I still feel Celeborn needed me the most. (Though Colonel Young comes a close second there.)

tagging @seekingidlewild @darthlenaplant @darthnostra @wyomingnot @gamebird

and anyone else who wants to have a go! :)

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) takes Ruggie to the Mostro Lounge to buy him some donuts after she convinced Azul to put them on the menu.

It's time to treat the hardworking hyena for some donuts. Spoiling the always-hungry boy is something we all want to do, right?

Request by @pompazu.

"(Y/n), I still have a lot of errands to run..."

Ruggie had been whining and crying for you to let him go ever since you had appeared while he had been picking dandelions around the track field and just dragged him off without any further explanation.

You rolled your eyes once you arrived on the other side of the Octavinelle mirror, your fingers still tightly interlaced with his. He tried to half-heartedly pry your fingers off his hand, but he never succeeded with how you always recaptured it whenever he had an ounce of freedom in view. Eventually, he just gave up his struggles and decided to submit to his fate, which couldn't be that bad anyway if you had such an excited smile on your lips.

"All of that can wait!" you chirped, grinning deviously.

"Why?" he cried out, frustrated that you still wouldn't give him an answer; instead, you continued dragging him towards the Mostro Lounge. Furrowing his eyebrows, Ruggie let out an exasperated groan. He still had so many things to do and so many places to be, and here you were, messing up his schedule like you owned him — alright, maybe you did, but he would never openly admit that to you. Grumbling complaints under his breath, he shot you a glare. "Ugh, this better be worth my time!"

"It is~" you cooed, possessing a certain energy and excitement to your steps — you were practically bouncing and beaming. Your giggles managed to calm down his frustration quite a lot, and it even managed to ease that vicious scowl off his face. "I managed to make Azul put a special item on the menu!"

Ruggie immediately grew excited at your ambiguous words, and a thousand possibilities flooded his mind. If you turned around right now, you would be able to see his excited tail wagging and forth in utter excitement. "Oh? Do you think you could convince him to do an all-you-can-eat buffet?" he asked, his eyes wide in happiness.

A chortle escaped your lips; and yet, you shook your head — much to his disappointment. "No, I don't think so," you replied, laughing your heart out. "I'm not a wizard, after all."

Ruggie exhaled, his eyes in dim in utter disappointment. He lowered his gaze to the floor, and his movement became a little bit less excited and more sluggish. "Aw..." he whined, sobbing in utter sadness. His tail even tucked itself between his legs, and his ears pressed themselves flat against his head.

You bit your lip upon seeing how sad he was; yet, you were sure that your surprise was just as good — if not even better — than a buffet. "But what I made them do is just as amazing!" you cried out as you pushed the door to the establishment open and pulled the reluctant hyena inside.

Your eyes darted around the area, in search for the reserved table that Azul had promised you. Business was quite busy this time of the day, and you had a hard time finding the unoccupied table amidst the crowd of students and waiters. The pressure that Ruggie gave you with his constant whining didn't help at all. But alas, you finally found the designated table for two: Ruggie and you.

"Nothing is as good as a buffet," Ruggie kept on complaining while you pulled him towards the table at the far end of the restaurant.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him down into one of the two empty chairs at your table. "Just you see and watch, Ruggie," you cooed arrogantly, grinning from ear to ear. Once he was situated in his seat, you plopped down in the chair across from him, taking his hand that openly lay on the table to prevent him from escaping back to his duties and errands.

Ruggie huffed in defeat when Jade strode over to your table, a notepad and a pen in his hands. As polite as ever, he smiled down at you, his smile possessing an eerie twinge. "Hello, (Y/n), what can I bring you today?" he asked, his eyes curiously darting back and forth between Ruggie and you; what an interesting combination of land-creatures.

You hummed and turned your gaze to Ruggie, just so you could see his reaction, which you knew would be priceless. "I'd like ten donuts!" you chirped, beginning to laugh when Ruggie's eyes immediately lit up.

"Donuts!?" he screamed out, his tail wagging back and forth in utter excitement at the mentioning of his favourite dessert. His hands shaking, a few whines and desperate cries escaped his dry throat. "Yes, yes, yes! This is an amazing surprise!"

Jade let out a few chuckles, his hair sweeping into his face and covering parts of his eyes. "What's a 'donut'?" he asked while tilting his head to the side innocently. You furrowed your eyebrows in scepticism, knowing he was playing with you — somehow. Staying silent, you watched him with suspicious eyes; eventually, Jade's eyes lit up in feigned realisation. "If you mean those friend round cakes with holes in the middle that we recently out on the menu, I only know them as a 'cake-o-hole'."

A groan escaped your lips and you buried your face in your hands, hissing, "Jade..." The waiter merely chuckled into his fist, grinning at your despair. You narrowed your eyes at him and growled, the stupid and silly name — just how the princess of the sea had named land utensils back then — annoyed you somehow, probably because it was Jade that had corrected you smugly. "Fine, get me ten of those."

"Very well." He scribbled something down onto his notepad before vanishing off into the crowd again, leaving behind an excited hyena boy and a frustrated human girl.

"(Y/n)!" Ruggie cried out, unable to stay in his seat with how much adrenaline pumped through his veins. He had already taken both of your hands into his, squeezing them so tightly that you almost couldn't feel them anymore. An adorable smile had etched itself onto his face, and he was practically beaming. "You're the best!"

"I know~" you cooed, laughing along. "You deserve to be spoiled, Ruggie."

Ruggie seemed taken aback for a little while, his one hand retreating, so that it could hide his blushing face. Letting out an embarrassed yet flattered groan, he shyly whispered, "You're the best girlfriend ever." You giggled at his words and couldn't help but grin. Finally, he removed his hand from his face to flash you a big toothy smile. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, your heart beating wildly with how happy he seemed. "Aw, I love you, too," you cooed, your eyes closed in delight. He nodded along vigorously, his tongue almost hanging out a little bit. "Hehe~ I should buy you donuts more often if you're this adorable!"

Ruggie's eyes lit up in utter ecstasy. "Buy me donuts on a daily basis and I'll make sure you'll never have to work again!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his words, how eager he seemed to repay your kindness. Yet, you didn't want him to repay you; this was a gift from you to your hardworking boyfriend, after all! Hand covering your mouth, you laughed your soul out. "Aren't you adorable?" you asked, your eyes soft and warm. "Your tail is wagging—"

A let out a little howl. "I'm just so happy!"

You opened your mouth, about to further tell him about how adorable he was — but you were interrupted by a plate of still warm donuts being slammed onto the middle of the table by none other than another eel waiter. "Here is your order, Mr. Suckerfish Bucchi and Mrs. Shrimpy Bucchi~" Floyd cooed, shooting you two suggestive looks before he walked back to where he came from immediately.

Ruggie immediately let go of your and began working down the treats. "Donuts!"

Meanwhile, you were still thinking hard about what Floyd had called you. Silly laughter spewed from your lips, and you once again repeated to yourself, silent and soft, "Mrs. Shrimpy Bucchi."

[cloudninetonine]

*walks on in tiredly, offers you coffee, downs my own* Hey there, how is existence treating you? Just passing on by to wish you a good day and a happy new year early as I'm tired plus leave some stuff down.

No need! Irish mythology and mythology from the Isles by itself is really metal, I could go on and on about story about Cú Chulainn and how it fully went down and how some of those stories can apply to Seraph/Fia, Una/Zelda and Dia/Ancient Au Ganon, but we'd be here all day, so I'll just leave this here:

https://youtu.be/XqyEADY_20Y

The song itself is a pretty good summary of his story and feats, there's also a video on OSP that although outdated also explains it pretty well, let's just say that absolute unity of a man's life was absolutely wild XD, I can go more into the Riastrad later if you want in another ask, plus some other bonkers stories. And you're absolutely right on that one, it was like that with Cú Chulainn, he was so strong literally everyone would have wanted to see him fail, so I can see Seraph/Fia being a bit distrustful but perceptive, not outwardly so, but he can probably judge people's characters pretty accurately as a result of always having to be on the watch out for enemies.

Also, uh, writing the Lora thing, when it's done I'll link it here, how do you feel about Irish folk songs? Or Sea Shanty style songs?

Also, since Cú Chulainn had not one but TWO man killer/eating war horses he got from the Fae via right of conquest, I personally headcanon he probably had at least one horse like that and if it's still around it's hostile towards anyone that isn't him, Player, FD, Wild, Twilight and Epona and if it sees Dink it's on Sight, just straight up biting his head off and stomping all over him with their hooves I don't make the rules.

The idea of him eventually sacrificing himself at the end of his life aiabsibsiabai- It honestly fits very well narratively, I am destroyed once more thank you for the food, plus it fits very well, they barely managed it even with some headstart (and likely the death of the Leviathans in Hyrule, I feel like they were the original beasts that fell when the Calamity first struck, and that later on the Sheikah and Zonai were inspired to make the Divine Beasts by them to finish it off), so it makes sense he'd want as much ready or tied up as he could before dying. Specially if he felt he didn't do enough to keep it from happening in the first place, although he'd probably want to leave his arm to fully finish holding down Ganon or he'd give permission to Una to do it, hence why I theorize his body might still be down there and that in an Au it probably got corrupted, while his spirit and maybe Una's once she dies are down there holding it down as much as they can, although it's just a theory and headcanon territory and if Nintendo won't tell us anything then everything goes xD

Honestly if Player threw anything at him he'd just either dodge on instinct or laugh, I think he likes people with spunk to them and it's only common sense to throw stuff at a ghost when startled, if Una is there she probably smacks him over the head with her own ghostly self and probably kicks him into gear into going with Player so he can keep an eye on them and Wild while she watches their shieldbrother to make up for accidentally scaring them, probably acts as a silent companion to Player and does his best to lead them away from danger and probably is there for them a lot in an older brother fashion (in my au he had a physical guide, whom he called Craein {Crane}, and they were basically like a gender ambiguous Anne Bonny and got Isekaied as Ganon's sibling, think of them as a Player who adapted to their situation without the Chain and adapted too well, becoming jaded due to the situation at the time and a warrior even if still a gremlin at heart, trying to prevent things from going wrong even with limited information and knowing it's hopeless, Player probably reminds him of Craein who always missed their home but wouldn't tell where it really was even to the end of their life where they basically cursed him out in the most roundabout "Don't die, I know you're extremely durable but please don't die-" ever, so since he couldn't aid them he'll aid Player as he can tell they're from the same place and he feels it's only fair), there were myths were Cú Chulainn still was seen riding around the country side on his chariot, so maybe some times he shows up when Player is alone and uses what little magic he can use as a ghost to make himself semi-corporeal and tap a bit into the Riastrad, basically scaring off foes with killing intent if needed be? Although there lies the question in who could see him like that and connect the dots. Or, the more comedic option, one of the most effective methods of snapping Cú Chulainn out of the Riastrad was if you basically had a lady show him their breasts, because he'd be too busy trying to look away or cover his eyes you could dunk him on like 8 vats of water and he'd cool down (literally, all of the water in the vats vaporized) or a river and he'd snap out of it because shockingly enough he was a gentleman, so, Seraph/Fia possessing Wild, and Player just threathening to strip down to their socks which gives enough time for Twilight to dunk him into a nearby river, shenanigans ensue that or Seraph just immediately hands control back to Wild so fast the poor guy trips and falls on Player with disorientation or something idk, I can see Seraph/Fia internally screaming after that because on one hand, he drank his respect juice every day and his Aryll would murder him if something like that happened, on the other, brownie points for his descendant?

Seraph/Fia being just limbs on the floor wrestling with Twilight is hilarious and I agree with Wild on that sentiment, sorry Time, you're my favorite and first Link but ya gotta see the comedic value, but also, consider: Cattle Raiding, aka basically herding competitions done in ancient times by Celtic adjacent folk, where you had to both herd your cattle, steal your foes' and put them down in a non lethal manner as preparation to war, the Zonai were most likely sea faring and since they were also warrior folk that's definitely on the table, so just him and Twilight on a herding competion trying to simultaneously herd their own cattle and knock the other out of their horse by any means necessary for mentor rights over Calamity and Wild.

Also, I personally headcanon him with gradient hair, like the roots start gold, but go fully Gerudo red by the end hence why he's depicted as red haired in the tapestry? Something like that, could be fun, also to fully support the fact him and his Ganon/Dia were shieldbrothers: Corpse Ganon has similar clothing not only the Gerudo, but also to Seraph/Fia in the tapestry, so something tells me he gifted the clothes to him after they were gladiator friends in full and earned their freedom, and that he'd probably give Player something like that too over time if he can (like the bracelets around the arm in TOTK), or just straight up give them a tame wolf/wolf-dog or something since it's what they did for people held in high regard back, the total of people he probably would have gone to those lengths for being three (aka Dia/Ganon, Una/Zelda and Aryll/Macha).

Anyway, on a less serious note as my brain power is running low, Tides is my spirit animal, and if we want to add to Time's trauma, Player either showing him this or absentmindedly humming this if they're a bit out of it:

https://youtu.be/GCOBa91Hoz8

https://youtu.be/JgFNf4nLGNk

For the lols, Time is my first Link ever as I played his games first and a lot when I was young and so we both have the same trauma, but I also can't help but poke at it once in a while, apologies to him.

Anyway, hope you're having a good day today! I'm going to procrastinate on sleep some more now.

-A Very Awkward Summertime Musician.

Honestly, Sum, keep feeding me mythology I generally just love the topic in of itself.

Second, I LOVE FOLK SONGS AND PIRATE CHANTIES- If you mention Celtic Women I will scream in pure joy, god I love their music.

Also I fucking love predator horses, like yes, you guys are built like that you've gotta use it. Terrifying but awesome, like Kelpie just ten outta ten- you best believe Player would be shit scared first, until they realised they're chill and now they're besties.

Glad you like my self sacrifice input I very much loved mentioning it, angst is enjoyable only if I'm making it /lh

Honestly loving ghost shenanigans, Player is suffering but its in a funny way that doesn't make me a complete sadist and yeah, that's all I gotta say JXJQJJS (My brain power ain't great, forgive me)

If Seraph/Fia were to give Player a wolf they're running off with it, that's their wolf now, Time can't say shit.

THANKS FOR DROPPING IN AGAIN SUM

[andtheyweresiblings]

Hey! I'm very new in the BruMira ⏳🦋 Fandom and I have a lot of questions! At first, they reminded me a lot of another incest ship I really like (SharpeCest), and it was your post explaining their couple-coding that clicked a lot of things to me. I'm really scared of openly interacting with proshippers.

I was wondering if you could give me few headcanons or ideas about how the family would actually react on 🦋⏳'s relationship. I see a lot of shippers talking about how supportive is the family or they'll eventually grow on them - I personally think Mariano'll be the one to prevent Dolores from exposing them. It's hard for me to see all the fluffiness in the revelation. Actually I think it's nearly impossible.

A twitter user named miramaripOsa created a fanart of Bruno with a black eye after being confronted by Augustín while trying to assure a sobbing Mira who feels guilty about his condition. And it made so much sense to me so much more than anything else I've read about what will happen in this pair's being reveal.

I, personally, headcanon Julieta talking to Bruno about it in a closed room hoping he'll tell her she misunderstood his relationship with his sobrina but he accepts all the accusations and they both sob and cry while she repeats him that they talk about her baby daughter that she is his own blood too, and he asks for her forgiveness that he didn't want it to happen, but when he tries to lean his cheek on her knee but she pushes him away, Pepa enters and while seeing both crying she casts a cloud and they are all crying and soaking up to the bone.

Sorry, for ranting but this ship has so much potential and it has entered a special place in my heart!!!

could you please do those headcanons when you have time? thank you so much!!!

First of all, my sincerest apologies for taking over a month to respond to you. If you are still in the fandom and are wanting to talk to someone about it, my DMs are open! I know how scary it can feel to interact with proshippers publicly.

I'm not familiar with Sharpecest, but I looked up the synopsis for Crimson Peak (that's where they're from, right?), and it looks very interesting. I would be curious to hear your thoughts on the parallels between Brumira and Sharpecest!

Truthfully, before this ask, I hadn't thought a lot about the family's reaction to Mirabruno. Most of my love for the pairing has centered on the liminal space between platonic and romantic their relationship could exist in, and I’ve been hiding in the emotional safety of that ambiguity, so to speak. Of course, this is mostly because I am in the opinion that if the family did find out about them, it would end in tragedy. Especially if there are no other existing Madrigalcest pairings because that would decrease the potential understanding between Brumira and the rest of the family.

I was able to come up with some headcanons once I started thinking about it but because they ended up getting really long, I will be putting them in a separate post shortly. (Edit: link to post)

Thank you for letting my know about the art on twitter. I was able to find it, and I agree with you that it does feel realistic. I'm not going to link the tweet or the twitter account to this post just because I have personally been noticing a spike in an-ti activity around here, so I don't want to make it easier for hate to find this artist, but for those Brumira lovers out there who haven't encountered this artist's art yet, I highly recommend checking them out!

Also, I like your headcanon for the triplets. It would be very emotional and complex for them because it is clear that they all love each other so much. I tried to translate that into my headcanon list, so hopefully you like it!

Thank you for this lovely ask, anon! I love hearing other people's rants and thoughts about these two!

[essencering]

↳ summary: it's still so odd how all three of you fell into step with one another, how everything just fell into place and felt right. but neither ace nor deuce could allow themselves to forget that one day, maybe even tomorrow you wouldn't be here anymore and so, as selfish as it is... they wish you would stay.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Grim (Twisted Wonderland), SFW, Ambiguous Relationship(s), Between The Reader & Ace/Deuce, Admit That You Like The Reader You Dorks.

writer's blurp: gotta love our two dorks. these boys try so hard.

— [ wish upon a star ] ;

if anyone had to ask the four of you together are perfect. your antics, sense of humor, and teasing all happen to land on a similar wavelength.

heads would turn, and eyes would follow.

the rowdy first years who get into all sorts of trouble. if something was wrong the four of you are often not too far from the trouble, but it was undeniable that while that is true often your funny trio would solve it.

from overblot incidents to silly little things that would happen and to events taking place in the school. the magicless wonder, the heartsabyul boys and grim together will be a sight to behold.

so when the conversation drifts to the possibility of what would be the first thing you do when you return to your home and you respond with "possibly contact my friends and see if time has passed or not. if time has passed... then i'll apologize if not then i'll just say that i missed them."

the topic results in a gloom hanging over the table for the rest of lunch. grim being unable to read the room or mood asks what bits you remember of your world. you smile and speak so fondly of it when grim ask specific things.

it stings.

of course, you would miss your world. your home and those who are important to you that are in it, but.... it's selfish, but the squeezing that happens around ace and deuce's hearts when you neither confirm nor deny that anyone special is waiting for you sting even more.

and ace is the one to ask the question that's on everyone's and grim's mind.

"will you remember us when you go back?" ace bites the inside of his mouth to avoid tacking on anything too extra, anything too revealing that would bear his heart so openly to you.

you sit there, picking at your food, pushing it around and then you sigh.

"i don't know, but chances of me remembering anything from here are slim to none."

it hurts.

the blow is enough to make ace get up and leave, with deuce apologizing and trailing after him after asking if you would be willing to do a voice call or even do a sleepover if riddle or trey would allow it.

deuce follows after ace, watching how his dorm mate and friend refuse to turn around and look at him. watch how his hands turn into fists then relax, his jaw is clenched and his shoulders tremble.

ace refused to let you see it, but now deuce has been given a front-row seat to see just how upset ace is at the thought of you one day no longer being here. and just how upset the thought of you not remembering them stings.

"hey, duce. if we wish on a star... do you think it'll make them stay?"

duce doesn't answer him, but he entertains the thought as well. if he and ace wished upon a star, and everyone else did so as well... would it be powerful enough to keep you here?

neither of them would know.

keeping you here to share so many more moments with you would be absolutely wonderful, but... knowing that they could be keeping you away from others that you love and moments you could spend with them-- would hurt just as much as seeing you leave.

"i'm not sure ace, but... let's wish on a star to make more memories with them so they'll remember us."

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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which is better? dr who, torchwood, or ace attorney?

i have no idea who asked this, but now we're gonna break some shit down.

doctor who

is it good?

eh, sometimes. it depends on your definition of 'good'. the show is problematic in a million different ways (especially if you're watching Classic) but it's also campy as ALL hell and yes that's a good thing.

doctor who will always hold a special place in my heart for a variety of reasons. Rose was a very important character to me growing up, and the show was where i saw my first queer character. alongside all that, the show's themes of how anyone has the power to stand up and be the hero, how everyone has that one thing that seems completely useless but is the key to saving the day, and to never stop exploring and asking "why?".

the show is more than just a mixed bag. it's thirty different mixed bags all tied together with some rainbow yarn masquerading as the same bag. there are very few people who will enjoy everything the show has to offer (heck, i don't enjoy everything the show has to offer) but there are very few people who won't enjoy at least some of it.

torchwood

is it good?

hahahahahahaha no. 💚. i say this with so much love for this stupid franchise. it's shit 💚. but, at the same time, it drew me in. beyond the first season and it's bizarre, dated nonsense, there's a surprising level of depth to be found here. torchwood connected with me in ways i really never expected it to, especially given its first season. it's deeply 2000s for better or for worse, but it managed to craft several character arcs and even just individual scenes that are going to stay with me for a long time.

on a different note, i also really appreciate (most of) how they handled the show's queer representation. having an all bisexual main cast is something unheard of from that era of entertainment. and, adding onto that, they don't make a big deal out of it. until the third season, there are no big coming out scenes or drama over characters being in same sex relationships. everyone's bi and it's treated as a normal thing.

don't get me wrong, this whole franchise is hit or miss. the episodes themselves range wildly in quality, the novels are (for the most part) pure garbage, but a lot of the audio dramas have ended up redeeming the franchise and helping it capitalize on that idea of 'doctor who but for Grown Ups™️' not with pointless sex and gore but with darker storylines and ambiguous moral implications the original series couldn't or wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. is it for everyone? no. but it is for 2000s kids who like rtd doctor who.

ace attorney

is it good?

well. as a game, the gameplay loop can become very repetitive and exhausting after going at it for 10 hours straight (and yes, i've been there). and as a story it has a tendency to not only jump sharks, but organize an annual shark jumping and feeding festival. of course, no murders will happen at the shark jumping and feeding festival. why, such a thing would be completely unheard of! and i, Shar K. Bait, can guarantee no one has ever been fed to our sharks.

in all seriousness, i went into these games expecting complete bullshit. we've all seen the memes. so then i started Turnabout Goodbyes and it ruined my life.

i don't know how long the series will be able to hold my attention when i'm done with all the games (i still need to finish aa3, i have the Chronicles, aai should be here in a few days, and when all those are done i can play Apollo Justice, no clue yet where i'll play aa5/6 since i don't have a 3ds), but so far i'm interested. the writing and gameplay being intertwined the way they are is a nice balance, neither feels like it's overtaking the other and by shifting back and forth between courtroom battles and visual novel content neither outstays its welcome.

as far as this series of me rambling is concerned, ace attorney is probably the best constructed overall. but, it's a different medium (video game) so its production works much differently than that of television.

i didn't expect to get as invested into the series as i did. particularly, i really enjoy miles edgeworth's arc (part of the reason i was willing to fork over so much for aai cough cough) and i'm curious to see how his character is handled in later installments, since i've heard some of the writing goes downhill in the later games.

so which of these is better?

well, my dear anon, not to be a wishy washy bitch, but none of them. i can appreciate them all for different reasons and recognize that some have strengths the others don't. yes, doctor who is technically one of my oldest hyperfixations, but also i dropped the franchise for almost a decade because of a certain writer (who will not be named) completely killing my interest. i've only had torchwood for just over a year and ace attorney for a couple months, so it's hard to say if they'll slot themselves into a permanent hyperfixation slot in my mind.

but i can't truly call one 'better' than the other, as i go to them for different reasons and expect different things from them. i hope you enjoyed my breakdown on why. 💚💚

tl;dr - you're comparing apples to bobbins, they serve different functions in my life though i love them both