#thanks folks - I'll try to be around a bit more and get something written to celebrate the follow count soon

[the-bed-gremlins-reading-list]

Happy (belated) NEW YEAR!

Here's hoping this one somehow manages to be better than the last. I mean, it being worse, is a fairly steep bar to clear because of events in my personal life but:

Goals this year include:

Finish the prologue and Chapter 1 revamp of MMttCR, which if my estimates are right will probably double the length of the current content but also give me a better footing for what comes later. (It will make the MC more of a character than a self-insert, but that's fine by me.)

Redraft TPK's outline to replace the one lost in Lu's Puppy Teething Phase

Learn to keep my notebooks out of reach of the sometimes bored German Shepherd Mix so I stop having to rewrite my outlines.

Continue training Lu because the 60+ pound GSD-mix jumping on people because she gets excited to be paid attention to is not okay. (I'm trying to get her to the point she can pass the CGC evaluation, at the least, I also like to set up Rally courses in my backyard for us to do when the weather's nice.)

Get my first planted aquarium up and running without reenacting Commander Shepard in ME2. (I'm in the planting stage and slowly building it up. Once they're established and I get the water consistently in a safe range for them I plan on getting a small colony of Neocardinia.)

Grow potatoes.

[rivendell-poet]

Good *time of the day at your country*

I would like to make a request now that you posted a list full of ideas.

Could you write from the Fluff/romance list 7 and 19 with Legolas and a human!reader?

Soo the idea is that reader have body image insecurities ( because she doesn't have flat belly or something idk) and.. since Elves are literally the image of Perfection, reader often feels that Legolas deserves better. Even for the humans reader isn't something special. She feels unworthy every time people look at them surprised about how they ended up together and that an elf deserved better. One night when she cries about it in her room Legolas happens to hear her when he comes back (you can't never be quiet enough to hide form an elf) So yea i think i gave too much information, I'll shut up and leave the rest up to you :) have a good day.

Hi anon! First of all, thank you so much for your request - and trusting me to write this! The greeting made me smile as well, so thank you for that. Secondly, (and more importantly), I'm so sorry for the extended wait. Hopefully you still enjoy it, although be mindful of the angst.

(also don't worry about the info - as long as you've not written how the fanfic should go line-by-line I welcome more detailed requests <3)

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭) 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ « one-shot »

Pairing : Legolas X Reader

Wordcount : 2.6k

Gender-neutral reader | TWs : Crying, the first half of this fic centres around negative body-image & reader disliking their body. Although this is countered, if it's something you're struggling with please don't force yourself to read <3

Summary : As a human, you sometimes struggle when comparing your body to Legolas. And sometimes it can get bad. Luckily, he is always there to reassure you that he loves you - no matter what.

A/N : Was feeling angst-y at the start, so if you want to read but skip to the comfort keeping going until you see the ✧ paragraph break (although this will skip some fluff/a good portion of the fic). Also sorry if this is somewhat disjointed. It has been edited, but was written over a longer period of time.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you try not to wince as you eagerly let the fabric fall back down over you. You don't look like you've been a member of the Fellowship, like you've fought Sauron's forces directly, you look like you've sat around and done nothing. Even after days of running and taking part in battles, your stomach doesn't lie flat - let alone have defined muscles. And the parts of your body that are more curved don't have that extra weight in muscle.

Even the bits that are more elven, more lithe and made of muscle, are still marred. This time by scars, a few raised and rough but most simply discoloured. All are eyesores, drawing attention immediately to the imperfections on your skin. It's even more obvious when you stand next to Legolas, his skin glowing and youthful. Even from centuries with a bow, his fingers remain uncalloused and smooth like silk. He doesn't seem to mind the contrast when he holds your hand. The silkiness against the craters on your skin. He also doesn't seem to mind the stares you two get when you're together. When he's close to you, and you're so obviously in love.

There are two types of stares you notice when people see you two like that. The first starts off fawning and admiring, and then you enter their gaze as well as Legolas. Then the positivity changes to more of a sneer, looking at the flawed shape of you compared to his perfection. The second type of stare is confusion, when their eyes flicker back and forth between the two of you as they wonder how you managed to convince him to like you.

It's even worse when you and Legolas go to the more formal dinners, when folks have to be polite with their words - so show even more disdain with their actions. The ones who know of Legolas's social status are even worse; how could someone of his noble lineage marry a commoner? It's one of these dinners you're about to be forced to attend, and one of these dinners you're dreading.

A soft knock on the door breaks your eye contact with the mirror, and you step away just as Legolas enters your room. His eyes light up when he sees you, looking you up and down before smiling. "You look beautiful."

"You're only saying that because I'm dressed in your colours." You tease, trying not to let your worry - that that is the reason he said - seep into your voice. He looks gorgeous in your colours, of course, they only serve to compliment his natural colours, making him look even more gorgeous.

"Not at all." He offers you his hand, immediately holding you tightly when you put your hand in his. "I hope you will enjoy this ball, some of my kin will be here."

"Elves?"

"Yes, from as far as my home." He pauses for a second, then smiles, "From Eryn Lasgalen."

"That's great news. Do you know any yourself?" You ask, trying to put the conversation on him. He thinks for a second, before telling you of the first elleth - a captain of the guard. In the meantime, you attempt to listen while trying not to think about what elves being with you means. If humans judge you as being unworthy of an elf, how will elves judge you when they find out you are with their prince?

Eventually, you manage to listen to Legolas again - hoping you haven't missed any vital information. His stories, and genuine enthusiasm, soon manage to lift your spirits and distract you from your worries. It works so well you're able to walk into the ball, not even noticing the others as you get to your friends. Aragorn welcomes you with a smile, you can tell he's grateful when genuine friends come over, and looks at the two of you. "By Valar, with the two of you and my wife I think everyone on my council has outdressed me."

He's lying, of course, dressed in a beautiful robe of wine red and forest green that somehow does not clash on him, but the words warm your heart. Aragorn has reason to lie about your appearance, but not as much as Legolas does. You offer him a compliment as well, "Nonsense - you both look lovely tonight. If you were not King of Gondor I'm sure many would think you an elf."

"Except for the beard, of course." Aragorn points out, eyes briefly flickering to where you assume the elves are.

"Then we have found an advantage for you not to be an elf." Legolas smiles, "It suits you."

The three of you begin to talk, not quite flouncing etiquette with the time you're spending with him, but getting close. Arwen catches your eye, and you see her begin to move towards you - Legolas murmuring in your ear that he will be back soon, unless you need him. You wave him off, before offering a smile and small bow to Arwen. With a laugh that sounds like music, she returns your gestures. "There is no need to bow to me. Your actions have put your standing well beyond mine."

"And the scandal when I don't bow to the queen?" You respond, trying to keep the mood cheerful while anxiety begins to swirl in your stomach. Realistically, Arwen doesn't mean anything by it - but the dip where velvet sits on scar tissue instead of regular skin goes from unnoticeable to uncomfortable. The wound on your finger almost seems to catch on something, even though it is long healed, and you're reminded of the perception of elves. It is said that scars tell a story - does that mean your mistakes are imprinted on your body for any elf to read?

At exactly the wrong time, Legolas appears again with an elleth maiden. No - not a maiden, a captain of the guard; except you would be forgiven for mistaking her to be a noble, or a muse for some talented artist. You recognise the name when Legolas introduces her, and your mind connects her to stories he's told - stories of grave danger. Except they've made her glow while they would have made you bruise. What would have been a scar on your face is not even an imperfection on hers. Taking a deep breath, you bow before introducing yourself.

You can see recognition in her eyes before she bows back, eyes flickering from you to him as she stoops. The action only worsens your nausea, and not even the presence of your love can alleviate them. Surrounded by three elves (and a man who is so fair he may as well be one) you feel even worse, and you duck to excuse yourself from the conversation.

Lost in the ballroom, you try to judge where you should go based on the presence of people. There are very few people near the food, and you realise you've missed the window. Not that the nausea would help in keeping any food down. Instead, you gravitate to a place with a manageable amount of people - easing into making small talk with other humans. As the conversation ends, a shock greets you as your next companion appears. Another elf.

She's just as beautiful as Legolas' friend, and is wearing a tight-fitting robe of pure white. Keeping up conversation decently well, you manage to hide your nerves until Legolas suddenly appears by your shoulder, holding a plate of food. It's a mixture of proper meals and canapes, but nonetheless a gesture that warns your heart. Swallowing whatever he'd been eating, he holds the plate closer, "For you."

"Thank you." Going for whatever he's eating, you come away with only a small bite - a biscuit-type thing that's thinner than a coin with a patte that tastes like spring. Perfectly elvish food. He doesn’t need to eat as much either, yet another difference. Finishing it, you swallow and smile at him politely while somehow hoping for the elf to come back. To your surprise she does, and you take advantage of the opportunity.

Some architect in Gondor was looking out for you, and you’re soon able to slip away from the crowds. You almost bump into a few people, but you’re elegant enough to not cause too many difficulties. None of the servants running the place stop you either, although there are a few eyebrows at someone dressed in such finery being around there. In fact, you make it all the way to your room before the first ragged breath makes it way out of you - tears threatening to spill, while breathing heavily to stop them. Not that anyone could hear you in your chambers. More tears water your eyes, and you think about letting them escape when a servant knocks on your door.

“Prince Legolas has sent up food, if you would like it.” You can hear the awkwardness in the messenger's voice, “And he wishes to inform you that there is no pressure to rejoin the event. He shall be up with you soon.”

“There’s no need.” You go closer to the door, “Tell him he can be as long as he wants. And you can take the food, I’m not hungry.”

“I will inform him now.” The servant leaves, and you listen to their footprints slowly fade away until you're alone again. Which is when you feel ‘safe’ enough to begin to break down.

✧ ✧ ✧

It feels like only a second ago you were by his side, but when Legolas looks around the room he cannot see you anywhere. The plate of food he still has for the two of you feels heavy in his hand, but he keeps hold of it while scanning the ballroom and walking around it. The two of you need to eat, after all. On his second lap of the ballroom Legolas realises that you’ve left, properly, and goes to one of the servants - asking for them to deliver the food and inform you that he’ll come to you shortly, and that you should feel no pressure to attend this event.

He excuses himself as quickly as he can, citing the ball as becoming overwhelming to the few who ask and hurrying up the stairs. The turns to your shared chambers are becoming muscle memory to him, although normally the two of you make this trip together - sharing your thoughts on whatever you’d just done, or talking about nothing in particular to not focus on the stresses of the day. As he approaches your floor he realises he hears no movement, and the only sound is him opening the door.

Until Legolas keeps moving forward - and his ears begin to pick up the stifled sound of sobbing. Of your crying. It makes him hurry up, going towards you as fast as he can until he truly realises that something is seriously wrong. The steps are still quick, but not running, and his mind begins to pace through what could be happening so that he may try and comfort you.

When he sees the plate outside your door, untouched and discarded, an idea of what’s happened begins to come to him. He knows the food that he’s picked out is your favourite, and so it won’t be that that’s stopping you. Getting to the door he gently knocks on it, and hears your cries suddenly begin to halt. He can hear the constricted breaths, and rushes to reassure you, “You can cry, meleth nîn. And please, may I come in?”

There’s silence at first, and he adds to his statement. “If you truly don’t want me here you can say, but I cannot hear you cry and do nothing about it. I want to help.”

Although there’s still no verbal response from you, he can hear a slight shuffling - and there is no voice of protest. Legolas begins to open the door, just enough to slip in before letting it shut behind him. As soon as he’s in the room his eyes go to you, heart slightly breaking as he sees the red rim around your eyes - the way they are still glassy. He can see your light tremble, as you stop yourself from crying in front of him, and he instantly goes to your side. “Please, never be afraid to cry in front of me.”

Legolas begins to pull you into him, and that’s what finally breaks the dam as you feel yourself begin to sob as tears stream from your face. He still holds you close, pulling you into a warm hug - letting you hear his steady heartbeat. He doesn’t force you to stop crying, merely humming and gently tracing circles on your back. “You can let it out… I’m here… don’t worry, I’m not going to leave.”

He holds you in his arms for as long as you need, until you finally stop and begin to shuffle out of his grasp - realising you’ve wept all over his shirt. He begins to let you go, but doesn’t let you stray far. Watching and waiting for you to be ready to talk. “I’m here for you.”

“I know.” You try to give him a smile, but it comes out watery - and you can feel the puff around your eyes, the fact they must be red and horrible. Some of the thoughts must show on your face because he frowns slightly, pulling you closer again.

“You know you are beautiful, meleth nîn.” When Legolas says it to you he says it with such sincerity, gently kissing you on the forehead. “You are beautiful like this as well, and I love you like this.”

Although it makes you smile, you try to protest. “I’ve just been crying-”

“And?”

“And my eyes will be horrible and red-”

“They look perfect to me.” His interruptions are gentle, but you can tell he means them. “All this shows is emotion, emotions like sadness, or like love. If you stop your eyes from shining in happiness it will be a bad day for all.”

“I’m not crying in happiness.”

“I’d rather your eyes show all emotion than none.” He seeks out your eye contact, and now that he’s mentioned love being visible in your eyes you can see it in his. In the way they round slightly with care, but have a faint shine in them that gets larger as you begin to smile - a shine you can only interpret as love. It is steady, and ever present, but seems especially obvious now.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

“When all my imperfections disappear?” You try to put on a teasing tone, but it falls slightly flat.

“Imperfections?” His head tilts in genuine confusion, eyes searching your body but never landing on a specific place, almost as if he cannot find them. “If even elven eyes cannot see them, I begin to doubt they are there.”

The gesture makes you laugh, but you still hold out your hand to him - palm up for him to see the callouses. When he sees them a hand instantly closes around them, his fingers joining and resting against yours in a familiar position. Simply, he says, “The callouses by which I know it is your hand I am holding? The ones that show the dedication you have, the time we’ve spent together?”

Eyes searching, he follows your gaze to the other parts that stick out to you, resting a hand there or giving it a small kiss - each time with only love in his gaze, and no disgust. Then you realise you’ve run out of places, and Legolas can look into your eyes again. “I don't think I've ever loved someone like I've loved you."

A/N : Hopefully you enjoyed, and the comfort at the end as worth it. Finally getting back into writing one-shots, so will be attempting more of my inbox. Thanks so much for reading to the end, and feedback is always welcome!

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[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

Hello, hi! This ask might come out as weird, strange and you can ignore it as insane rumblings, but thank you noticing this.

I just noticed that my favourite blog about genshin and Zhongli specifically has been archived without any ability to read old works.

I knew this could happen eventually. People grow, lose motivation and move on.

And I understand that people are fragile, and they have right to do anything they want with their work.

But

I'm afraid

I'm afraid things that happened to us, moved us, won't mean nothing at all and we forget about it completely.

I know this is silly. I know this game

But, do you? Do you feel unmotivated, jaded, wanting to dissappear? Would you delete your account all the same as if it all meant nothing?

I'm so scared even though I know I shouldn't. Thank you

awww i totally get you anon. fic writers disappear sometimes and it can really be a depressing thought that something you read before and enjoyed is now unable to be revisited. Like Zhongli says, every journey has it's final day. Fics will steal our hearts and then one day they might not be there anymore, for a lot of reasons that we might have no control over.

I don't read as much as I used to and I can't promise I'll always be writing, but as long as Zhongli continues to be my muse, the keyboard tapping won't stop. Honestly, when I first started writing fics for him, it was out of personal hunger. I was just writing to feed myself lol. The truth is, I've been writing for over ten years and Genshin is not the only fandom I've written for and Zhongli is not the only muse that's pushed me to vomit words on a notepad. He is my god-tier muse though. This fictional man has inspired me to write more fanfics than i've ever written about any other character. Zhongli's even hijacked my motivation to work on my own original stories. He's that unstoppable lol. So no, I won't be disappearing anytime soon.

As for posting fics on this blog, it's half to share with other Zhongli enjoyers and half to house my own fics in case my harddrive dies and takes my fics with it. at least they still exist on the internet where I can easily recover them. I know that's different from archiving a fic blog. the writer still has access, I think? I only started this blog like a year ago so maybe I haven't been on tumblr long enough to be jaded. I heard that interaction has really dwindled over the past years. It could be that Genshin isn't as popular anymore or Zhongli is just an old character so the newer folks aren't simping over him enough to read/write as much as they used to. Zhongli was more popular around when Genshin first released and now he's just one out of 35 husbandos. I could make up all sorts of theories, but in the end of the day, I try to just be thankful that people still love him enough to be reading and leaving notes on my fics.

I don't derive all my motivation to write from the interactions I receive by posting fics and I believe it's the same for other writers. Zhongli alone provides the motivation I need to write. He also makes me giddy to share the result of that brainrot, so that I can hopefully get some of yall to join in the degeneracy. I refuse to quietly simp over him, so I'll always be tossing my fics out into the void and hoping fellow simps bite. It brings me joy to feed the hungry fishies lol. I still get readers that come back and tell me they reread my fics a year after it's finished and it warms my heart every time. Imagine in 2030, people are still reading Zhongli fics, even if they're not mines. How awesome would that be? I want to see that, so personally, my fics aren't going anywhere.

This post is mostly ramble and my personal thoughts responding to anon about this particular topic. It got me a bit sentimental so this got kind of long. Not condemning any fic writers or authors out there who feel like shelving or already archived their fics/blogs. They have their reasons and those reasons are valid. Fics are deeply personal to their writers and gifted to the fandom freely. Writers have every right to do whatever they want with them. Even though I don't see myself shelving or restricting access to my fics today, I can't say that about myself a year from now or five years from now. I don't know what my state of mind or what circumstances might come up that would bring me to a decision like that, but if that does ever happen, I hope that the readers that had a chance to read the stories I posted had fun reading them.

[shineforthee]

Ooh, I love tumblr ask games, and writing ones even more!

I hope you feel like answering:

9, 22, 25 (which is such a great question. I’m not gonna ask after a specific fic but more if you ever felt like this (and if so, is it something that happens rather seldom or often to you?), 29 and 35: What kind of comment do you most like getting?

Have a great day 🧡

Thank you for asking!! I love answering these, and I apologize in advance because my answers are... not succinct.

How did you get into writing fanfiction? Like so many other folks, I've been reading fanfiction and interacting with fandom for a lot of years. Like... 20 or so years, now. I didn't start writing fic until April of 2023, and really it was just that moment where "hey there's a fic I want to read but isn't written yet" and "there are characters whose dynamic I can't stop chewing on" and "hey maybe I could do that" all combined. In my first three months of writing I wrote a little over 350k and the habit just... stuck. Not sure how much of an answer this is, really!

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? Truly my reward when I finish a long fic is often just... getting to let myself dive into whatever the next idea I've been tossing around with friends is. I struggle to juggle multiple multi-chapter wips at a time, so I try to be as strict as possible about not letting an idea move past the "hey I want to do that" stage till I'm done the last one. What's nice about it is that it provides great motivation to finish a fic, and makes me all that more excited for the next.

Are there any moments that feel "blurry" to you? Is this a stylistic choice, or would you go back and clarify the descriptions if you were given a chance? This question has multiple answers for me, I think. There are a lot of sections in my writing that are intentionally vague, dreamlike, or hazy. Visions of the Hereafter has a lot of this, as does Virga(e). My style tends towards the poetic, and in doing that I'm often looking at showing people what's in the spaces between words, rather than giving everyone a very concrete image. That said, I also have moderate to significant aphantasia (I can't picture faces at all, and I struggle to make clear pictures of anything else in my head) so this is something that I think also shows up in my work some. Over time, I've come to rely more upon other sensory description, and worked at it a fair bit, so what's left I don't really mind! I think it's something that can make my work fairly stylistically identifiable.

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? I generally write an entire chapter chronologically/as it appears in the final posting. Then I go back through it one time for editing. When I'm writing a one shot, or working on a longfic that will be posted all at once (like Virgae which was for a bang), I'll often revise a few times just because I have the time. When I'm collabing with @molgars I've found that by the time we put up a chapter, we've both been through it 2-5 times either separately or as a team.

What kind of comment do you most like getting? God, truly, beggars can't be choosers. I love comments in general - something as simple as a heart makes my day. But, like many authors, I have never in my life gotten a comment and thought "wow that was way too long." There's a special sort of gratitude I have for people who go through a work pulling out lines and themes, guessing at meaning, drawing parallels, etc etc etc. I find it so joyous to read, and I find myself going back to those comments often when I am hitting a wall with writing or feeling a bit of imposter syndrome.

[serickswrites]

Hey!

You reblogged that post asking for people to ask about your writing process and I'm trying to get to know people better, so tell me about your writing process! Your ocs! Your favorite little bit you wrote recently!

Hello, friend! (I'm answering this out of order because it made me smile!)

Thank you for the questions!!!! So exciting!!

My writing process is a little higgly piggly at times in that sometimes I just have a fully formed vision completely in my head and will not stop writing it until its completed. Other times I get bits and pieces. I draw a lot of inspiration from music. Sometimes I'll see/read something and wonder how I would write it and that makes something happen. Other times prompts save my life. I love, love, love prompts/requests/asks because some of my best inspiration comes from those. I will say with most things I write I know the ending and the beginning and have to work backwards. So for those of you who are like why the mcd, it hit out of nowhere, for me it started with the death and I worked backwards. Which really sucks sometimes because I will grow to love and adore characters that I have brutally murdered lol. I hurt my own feelings just as much as others lol.

As for my ocs, well I have quite a few floating around in my head. In 'Make Me Your Villain', Liam is my precious cinnamon roll, but I love Nova and her drive. Henry or Jude are the most fun to write though. In 'Lonely Place of Longing', I originally wasn't going to have anything written from Dylan's perspective when I envisioned the story (still from the end first), but as I wrote the penultimate chapter, I had more and more of his voice in my head so I had to try it. Then I realized I needed to write more of his voice because he had a lot to say. He's definitely one of my more tragic characters I've written and posted on here--though things do look up for him with Halle and that is just so lovely to write--(not my most tragic as the main character in my giant WIP probably wins on that one, but he's a pretty close second). Giant WIP was a frenzied writing project (I did for Nano in 2021? I think?) that I was feeling a little burnt out by (wrote 60k works in 30 days and plotted the remaining chapters that needed to be written) but still wanted to keep writing every day and write ideas that didn't fit into the narrative, so I started this blog! I would say Mal is my favorite character to write in that (she's one of my two narrators), but honestly I adore writing my two villains, Leo and Oliver, are so deliciously evil, I love writing them more.

Here's a little excerpt from giant WIP that I wrote last week that I'm actually really proud of (not because the writing is great) because I connected the dots on something that I was stumped on how I could connect them (this is why pantsing and working backwards are hard, folks).

She heard a shuffled scrape. Slowly she turned her head and saw grim reaper carrying Danielle away. Grim reaper? Not a grim reaper, Mal. Get your shit together. Pay attention. Who was that? Who was here with us. Who took her away? That wasn’t Leo. Leo didn’t move her away. There was someone there. He was there sometimes. When we were alone with Danielle. We were never alone. Who was that? The grim reaper—man—had dark brown hair, a hood hid his eyes, his features, but he was lean, so painfully lean. Of course we thought he was a grim reaper this man is so skinny. Not as tall as he looks, his leanness is deceiving.

Her eyes were barely tracking his movements. The haze was dragging her back under. No, no, no. Shitshitshitshit. Stay awake. Come on! Focus. Who was that? Was there anything else? Come on, Mal. Come on. She could hear Leo’s voice calling from somewhere else in the apartment. A name. What was his name. COME ON. WHAT WAS HIS NAME.

Thank you so much for the questions! And for anyone reading this, please always ask. If you aren't sure if I want to answer, you can always ask it and I can always just not answer it. If you're shy, you can PM or Anon ask, that's all good! I love interacting with people and talking about writing :D

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[neurodecadence]

hmm. prime numbers be upon ye

Emily I value you as a friend, but this is evil. I am just a poor sleepy dame and you want me to do maths? to find Prime Numbers? how dare you.

Anyway, let's do it.

2. Do you like to use the term queer for yourself? Or just LGBT, etc? Love queer as a term, adore it. My whole... deal is messy and not easy to discern and being able to say "ehhh you know that whole thing" is nice and easy.

3. Which pronouns do you use? So it's complicated a bit thanks to plurality (we have slightly different pronoun sets), but the shortest answer is "It/It's* for strangers and new people, It/She for friends and closer people". If I ever use She referring to myself, it's specifically one part referring to the other. *(yes I know the apostrophe is grammatically incorrect but the grammar was not written with the idea of it as a person pronoun in mind, so suck it, I am keeping it)

5. Are you "out" publicly? I mean I'm a six foot tall, broad shouldered entity in a wheelchair when I go out, who gave up on voice training because it's too much effort. I don't exactly have much choice BUT to be out, which is fine. I get a lot of kids being curious and I think that's sweet, when they look at me and are trying to process a LOT of thoughts all at once.

7. Are you the "token" queer person in your family? I don't have much of a family tbh. That's not just and edgy statement, my biological familia consists of me and my mother, every other person who shares my bloodline is not welcome near me ever again. I'm glad I don't have contact with them tbh, because I know I WOULD have been a token queer to a few of my family members, and I don't wanna be used like that.

11. Favorite (or just one you love) piece of LGBT media? Shiiiit, hard to narrow it down to one, you know. I might have to give it to The Last Girl Scout, by local tumblr legend Natalie Ironside. It's a story about queer love and building something beautiful in the ashes of the old, about healing, really healing, from trauma and pain, it's about connections and learning who you are through others. It's also about shooting fascists, a cool polish vampire, and communist political arguments. It's a good read, changed my life.

13. Do you choose to reclaim slurs, why or why not? I do it, but it's sorta tricky to express why. It's partly for the same reason I prefer It as a pronoun, it's about taking assumed power. What I mean is, as a visibly trans person, people are always playing the pronoun guessing game before I talk to them, running those guess and assumptions and deciding what they'll use at me. By using "It" as the preferred pronoun, there's a part of stealing that back, a bit of "you cannot have guessed that, and also if you intended to use that to misgender me, oooooh too bad bitch". In the same regard, calling myself a slur feel like taking power out of people's hands. Hands that may seek to wield it against me. I have faced institutional transphobia more than once, but it was always simple chafing microaggressions stacks atop one another. By saying out loud "yeah I'm a fuckin' tranny, what're you gonna do about it", it's like bringing a KS-23 4 Gauge Shotgun to a watergun fight (that's a very big gun by the by). Maybe I've overthought it a bit, and I'll admit, I don't make people in public use It pronouns for me because I don't really get out much (also a Pin for that might save some time), but that's my thinking on the topic.

17. Have you ever attended Pride in a big city/ large metro area? I really do not get out a lot. Also I forget that Pride month is february in Aotearoa and by the time I remember the parade happened weeks ago. So that's on me.

19. Do you feel safe and accepted in your local community? Pretty damn safe tbh. Folks around here practice the stance of "ain't gonna let that ruin my day". Doesn't hurt it's on the edge of a Uni district, lots of 20 somethings doing weird cool stuff. The only times I've dealt with problems have been petty bureaucrats with a lick of power exerting it at me. Then I go holler at higher ups and make their life a living hell. I'd feel bad, but maybe don't misgender me seventeen times in two minutes and verbally attack me on at 9pm on a monday night.

23. Do you prefer loud parties or quiet? Yeah I really don't get out a lot, and especially not enough to go to parties. Still I like a quiet gathering, if it's on the table. Everyone brings some food, there's music playing, no expectations but to be yourself. That kinda vibes.

29. Are you currently partnered, or if not are you interested in having partner(s)? I have two lovely partners, and I adore them to the end of the world and back. I'm not actively seeking any more romantic attachments, but I'm also not saying it's off the table (fate has a funny way with these things). My only problem atm is my dear partners are aaaaaall the way on the west coast of the USA, and I'm down here in kiwi-land. I'm not saying the distance isn't worth it, but I am saying I would like some more hugs in my future. Or sex. That'd be cool too.

31. Post a pic in your pride gear (or it can just be a selfie or anything else lgbt):

Have an image of this beast.

Okay that's everything, done, complete, kaput, finito. This is simply way too many words about myself but I can't NOT complete this order, especially since it's from cool pal Emily. If you read this far, please send me wishes that I get a good nights sleep at some point in June, I feel like I'm going nuts.

Well, Nuts-er, I mean.

[musekicker]

Fic: Helluva Dating show 1

Finally got a opening written down for Helluva Dating Show.

A note, this takes place after Blitz and Fizz are friends again but before the clown pageant.

The greed ring was as much a shit hole as the rest of hell. Hell was hell after all. But at least the space for the try outs were only slightly better then the out side. This ware house was a bit too small for the number of folks trying out for Mammon's newest and biggest show to date.

At least, that's how Mammon himself described the reality dating show he was putting together as. And Blitz supposed he shouldn't be calling the whole thing stupid given that he was also trying to join in on the show.

Even if the big so called prize was to end up dating (or more the call sheet promised) Mammon himself.

Blitz very much did NOT want to date Mammon. But there was a good reason for Blitz to be here even if he had no wish to date mammon. And the reason that Blitz had even heard about the casting for this reality show was walking right towards him right now.

"Hey shit face, glad you made it." Fizz said as a way of greeting.

"Fuck you too." Blitz replied, just as chipper.

The two then laughed. They laughed for quite a bit before Fizz finally managed to ease into a few giggles and then able to speak fully.

"Really though. Good to see you." Fizz said.

The fact that Fizz was genuinely glad to see Blitz was something that Blitz had not known for so long. It almost felt like a trick of some kind on him. Like any moment he would wake up and what he thought was fact was only in the realm of dreams.

But it was indeed real. And being friends again, it gave him some form of hope he hadn't had in some time. This was not the time to be emotional about that though.

"Thanks for telling me about this opportunity. You're SURE they pay for just getting on the show?" Blitz asked.

Fizz nodded. One arm stretched over towards the table where a stack of the sign up papers were stacked. He grabbed a paper from the middle of the stack it turned out, making a mess of papers all over the table and floor once retracting his arm. The paper retrieved he handed it to Blitz.

"Say's it right here. Along with all the other information you need to know." Fizz said.

Blitz looked down to the paper. He was not a fast reader but Fizz was kind enough to point out where the information he was most interested was.

"I don't think I really have a chance to even get on the show." Blitz said with a shrug. "But hey, worth it to try."

"The whole thing is stupid honestly. Mammon's probably just doing this to get attention and the brand deals." Fizz said.

"Eh, long as I get paid if I get on the thing I'm fine with that." Blitz said.

Fizz was going to continue the conversation when another imp hurried over. They were wearing a shirt that identified them as part of the crew.

"Excuse me, but the casting director wants to talk to you before casting starts, Mr. Fizzarolli." the imp said.

"Okay. Tell him I'll be right there." Fiz said.

The crew imp hurried off and Fizz looked back to Blitz for a moment.

"I got to go. Good luck." Fizz said.

With that, Fizz hurried off as well. It left Blitz to look around more at his competition. Even if really it was too early to see anyone as real competition. Not unless he actually got on the show. He still doubted that would happen.

There were just too many demons here to really have a shot. Many of them looking neater or in more fashionable clothes then his. And some in less clothes then him honestly. Maybe he should had gone that route.

Well too late for that now. He had to hope that as he was was enough.

There were succubi approval he would need to get on the show it turned out. There was a main casting director, the one that was a bright red color and wearing a tight, black sweater with black jeans that had heart shaped cut outs on the legs. But there were also two other succubus that were at the casting directors table. Most likely for the main casting director to bounce thoughts and opinions off of.

Their table was a mess of paper stacks. Blitz did note that there was also a paper shredder on the table, along with a already full trash can. He had no idea how many times that trash can had been emptied and then refilled.

The main casting director pointed to a simple, fold up chair set in the middle of the room in front of a camera.

"Okay, we have a lot of demons to get through today so let's make this quick. Just tell us something about yourself to the camera." the main casting director said.

Blitz strolled over to the chair and sat in it, looking a more at ease then he felt. "I'm Blitz, the o is silent." Blitz started with. "And I run a company called IMP."

"So you run your own company? Interesting... What are you proudest about in your life?" the main casting director asked.

That question was the right one to ask, Blitz quickly launching into the answer.

"I have a daughter. She is just the sweetest thing. Adopting her was the best decision I ever made." Blitz said.

If Loona could hear him right now she would have her face in her hands and be telling him to stop. Instead Blitz only heard the sound of pencil writing on paper quickly.

There were a few more questions, one of which ended with Blitz telling a joke that did not seem to really amuse the casting directors as all he heard once more was the sound of writing.

"Okay, I think we have what we need. There will be a call within a week if you are chosen." the lead casting director said.

As soon as Blitz left the casting director on the left of the main casting director spoke.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"He's loud, crass and looks like he be a wild card. I think he be perfect for causing some drama for at least a couple of episodes." the main casting director said. "Put this guy on the yes list."

[indignantlemur]

Thanks for the tag @the-lady-general!

fic author q&a

1. Why do you write fanfic?

A lot of my ideas begin with 'what ifs' and 'why nots' - and then from there they often take on a life of their own. I'll watch or read something and sometimes I'll ask - what could the characters have done differently? Did the scene have to go like that? What else could have been? Other times, I'm fascinated by a character, a setting, or some other element and I want to play around with that.

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

Technically, the only story I've properly finished is Deck the Halls (and Not The Vulcans) - but yes, I do think about it. I think about possible seasonal sequels, and whether or not there are more stories to tell in that vein or not.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

I would probably tell myself - read more. Read everything. Read things you love and things you hate. Learn from both and ask yourself, what would you do differently?

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

Oh, probably a little more codependent than it should be but vastly better than it was. Feedback and comments feed the happy little dopamine cycle that, in turn, fuels internal my writing machine. Kudos are lovely, too! I could go into a whole thing about not getting enough praise as a kid and the nuances thereof, but I won't. Suffice it to say, when I was a much younger and much less mature person I used to be devastated when I posted something and never got any kind of response. It would completely kill my desire to write for a while. I've since learned that putting that much weight and power in strangers' words is unhealthy and have learned to distance myself more. I still adore everyone who takes the time to review, and I treasure every question and comment, but they can't be my whole world when it comes to writing anymore.

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

This one doesn't really apply, so I'mma skip it. <3

6. What motivates you to write?

A combination of a natural progression of years of maladaptive daydreaming, high creativity levels, and a talent for storytelling, combined with a genuine enjoyment of playing around with characters and worlds.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

Because those are the ones I have stories for! 😊 While I love many fandoms, I don't always have stories I want to write for them. Other times, I have stories but I don't feel like I'm ready to write them, or that I have sufficient education or experience on a topic the story centers around yet to do the idea justice.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

I tend to try to take a break from the project for a bit and then ease myself back into it. I'll reread what I've written previously to try to pick up the threads, listen to the playlists I've made for the various characters, themes, and pairings, and rewatch or reread sources of inspiration as well.

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

Folks who take the time to comment, even just to say that they liked X detail, or Y character, or even just a particular turn of phrase, are worth their weight in gold. It was actually a dedicated, chapter-by-chapter commenter who revived my desire to continue Emigre (@the-lady-general <3) by reminding me why I loved writing it in the first place. It felt like rediscovering my story through someone else's eyes, and suddenly I had the motivation to salvage all my notes and my documents after so many years.

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

Hm. I can't think of any, I'm afraid. Thanks again for the tag! I'm terrible at tagging, but I figure I'll throw in a few here: @emilie786  @horta-in-charge @creature-of-the-stars @unknownfacelessfanfictions and anyone else who'd like to participate!

fic author q&a

@curator-on-ao3 thank you so much for tagging me! 💚✨ It's taken me a little to answer (almost) all the questions, but here you go:

1. Why do you write fanfic?

Sometimes I need to get an idea out of my head, sometimes I need to get an idea down on the page, sometimes I want to write for the sake of writing.

(The REAL real reason why I write fanfic instead of original fic is so that I don't have to come up with names and physical descriptions for a bunch of different characters. *shoves all-oc wip back under the floorboards*)

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

For now it's Change the World. That one was a lot of fun. I re-read it loads because it makes me laugh.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

You don't know English yet, but once you start learning: on eff eff dot net, cock means penis, not rooster. No advice on the writing, your Gerudo self-insert Mary Sue is already perfect. 💚

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

I don't care at all, unless I'm being sulky. I like to think that getting it out of my system relatively quietly makes me the charming ray of sunshine that you, kind and radiant reader, knows and loves. 😁

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I miss Joseph/Hemmer, that was fun to write. I couldn't stick the fix-it part of the fix-it fic, so I abandoned it in my wips, but I like coming back to it and rereading the more coherent scraps.

6. What motivates you to write?

Mostly jokes! My latest, Life, When It Gives You Lemons, is based on that genius Darmok and Salad at Tanagra pun.

(That's probably the reason why nothing ever came of my Joseph/Hemmer or Una prison break fics: there's enough dead kids and dead parents in SNW to stop me laughing.)

What motivates me for my current WIP is mostly "Can I do this?". The answer so far seems to be yes, provided I can string enough jokes together.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

For Star Trek it's mostly friends (hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, hi! 👋🖖), for LotR it's because somehow, there's still not all the stories I want to read out there, and for 40k it's my desire to throw war dollies around without ever having to memorize a different codex every time I blink.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

I give up and add it to my ~private library~ or I ask for help. The bragging rights of producing something of AO3 quality makes editing worth the hassle. That's my hoard, that is. 🐲

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

I'm really bad at answering them, so if you, smart and elegant reader, want a reply, trick me into a conversation by asking me questions!

If I don't reply that means your comments ended up as a coal on the warm cozy fire in my heart that's keeping the "Not A Talentless Hack" feelings at bay and I never figured out how to adequately repay that kindness. Thank you. 💚

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

I couldn't think of any since getting tagged, so in the interest of finally answering the other nine questions: No, but thank you for asking!

This was fun! I've lost sight of who's already played and who might like to join in, so without pressure: @cicaklah @ichayalovesyou @indignantlemur and anyone else who wants to give this a shot!

[scarlet-traveler]

secretly holding hands under the table; ‘not wanting to let go hugs’; hard kisses? for whatever pairing springs to your mind, but i lllllooooove krbk

(they don’t have to be connected)

(obviously nothing /has/ to happen at all anyway)

Coincidentally I already had 'secretly holding hands under the table' written for krbk, I just hadn't posted it yet, so here you go! Thanks for the requests, I'll get to the other prompts soon :D

~

Katsuki wasn’t nervous.

He wasn’t!

…okay, maybe a little bit. It wasn’t every day that he was announcing to his parents that he had a boyfriend, and yet here he was, his folks on one side of the table, him and Eijirou sitting on the other, plates from dinner empty and yet to be cleared away.

Katsuki wasn’t worried about telling them that he was dating a guy. Even if he’d never had a boyfriend before, he knew they would be accepting of him. But that was the thing. He’d never dated anybody at all, so it was a wild card for how they would react. Would they be chill about it? Would they freak out and pester them with a bunch of questions? Would they even care?

(That last question was stupid in hindsight. Of course they were gonna care. After all the sappy stories his parents had told Katsuki about their own relationship in the past that had made him gag, they’d be fucking ecstatic. But how much they would show that excitement was still a big unknown.)

“Didn’t you have something to tell us, Katsuki?” his dad’s calm voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He had a tiny furrow to his brow from concern, but he was still watching him openly, as was his mom. Their nonverbal cue that they were ready to listen.

“Ye-“ His throat closed up before he could get the word out, his heart jumping up to his throat. Damnit, why was he so nervous?!

Suddenly, there was a brush of fingers against the back of his hand, making Katsuki jump. Glancing down, he saw Eijirou’s tanned hand wrapping around his paler one, their fingers interlacing and locking together tightly. His gaze jumped up to his boyfriend, bright red eyes already there to meet his. A small, crooked smile ticked up on Eijirou’s lips as his hand squeezed Katsuki’s in silent support.

Just the one look was enough to calm him down some, and Katsuki took a steadying breath, willing his heart back to its proper place as he squeezed Eijirou’s hand in return. He looked back at his parents, steeling himself. Rip off the bandage. “Eijirou and I are dating.”

Silence. His parents stared at him stunned for all of two seconds before they both smiled, his mom’s more on the shit-eating side of things as she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “Well, it’s about damn time you told us.”

That certainly wasn’t what Katsuki was expecting her to say. “Wh- you already knew?! We’ve only been dating for a week!”

That just made her laugh, a loud cackle not unlike his own. “You could’ve fooled me! With how starry-eyed you get when you talk about Kirishima, I would’ve thought that you’ve been dating him for the last year!”

Katsuki’s face immediately burned, and out of the corner of his eye he could see the red rising on Eijirou’s own. When he looked over though, his boyfriend’s eyes were sparkling, a wide smile already on his lips, and Katsuki couldn’t even work up the effort to try and refute his mom. As he squeezed Eijirou’s hand again, a tiny smile of his own growing, he knew it would’ve all been a lie anyway.

[sapphire-weapon]

Favorite ships in RE verse (Remake included)? Ik you like Ashley/Leon so feel free to scream about them. I'm also curious to know if you have any ships among the side characters.

oof. aight. so.

Leon/Ashley is the only "real" RE ship that I have, in the sense that it's the only one that I actively create and seek out content for. I'll go into the whys and hows of that a little later, but. In case anyone was curious why I go so hard for Leon/Ashley --

Actually. When I reblogged this post initially, I almost tagged it as #WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME WHY I SHIP LEON/ASHLEY #THIS IS WHY

I restrained myself because I don't like doing that to other ppl's posts, but. It's a pretty accurate representation of what drew me to the ship initially 18 years ago. Queen/Knight ships are my absolute favorite dynamic for a ship ever ever ever ever. Hands down. No contest. And what are these two -- especially in OG -- if not that?

My second favorite kind of ship? Doomed ones. Missed opportunity ones. "If only things were different" ones. "Our roles in each other's lives will never allow this to happen" ones.

And that's also them.

Real talk? I would actually like the ship way less if I thought for a second that there was a chance that Leon and Ashley could/would actually get together in canon. I'd still like it, but not nearly as much. (which is why it's really funny when people try to be like "it'll never be canon" YEAH NO SHIT I HOPE IT NEVER IS)

So I was cursed to fall super hard for this ship from day one. Like, there wasn't even a chance in hell I wasn't going to ship these two. No other two characters in this series have a dynamic that's even kind of similar to this.

And then the remake happened and it poured even more of the shit I already liked about it on top of what was already there and I was like "mmm yes it's delicious thank u capcom"

So that's my whole thing with those two.

And outside of those two? Well.

Back in the days of early RE fandom, we were so small and so starved for fan content that it was commonplace for people to read fics for ships that they didn't care about or even like lmao. I once read like 80,000 words of a Wesker/Leon fic because that was all I could fucking find that I hadn't read yet (and also wasn't weird monster dog porn -- late 90s/early 00s RE fandom was fucking weird ok).

Those early fandom days were also kind of magical, though, because so much of the canon was wide open to so many different ships and interpretations and scenarios. Like, as time has gone on and RE has grown larger and larger, the world of RE has started to feel smaller and smaller. It's way way WAY harder to write a canon-compliant fic these days, because there's so many moving parts to the story now, and a lot of details have been cemented in place that never used to be there.

Like, it's rad that the canon has so much to consume in it. But it sucks because it feels restrictive as a result.

So, like.

I have actually written fics for so many different, random ships over my 25 years in this fandom, because this fandom used to be more of like a... swap meet, sort of? Where we'd all just take requests from each other and write fics for each other and share them around -- because the fandom was so, so goddamn small back in the day.

I have actually written fics for:

Leon/Ashley (of course)

Leon/Claire

Leon/Luis

Chris/Jill

Chris/Rebecca (seriously)

Chris/Leon

Steve/Claire

Billy/Rebecca

Wesker/Ada (this one was fun, actually. I'd fuck with this one again)

Of course, there were people who were ride-or-die OTP folks (though this actually didn't get really bad or become any sort of real majority in the fandom until after RE4's release, and that's only because RE4 just dumped so much gasoline on the Aeon vs Cleon war holy fuck. RE fandom became a fuckin minefield after RE4), but a lot of us really just dabbled in a bit of everything. So I never really got like... super attached to any one ship, if that makes sense?

There is actually something very nostalgic about Leon/Claire for me, if you can believe it, because the ship was only viable until about the time of Degeneration, so we're going way back. That movie made it very clear that these two were not at all going to stay as active parts of each other's lives, so the ship basically died upon its release.

But prior to that? That was one of THE BIG SHIPS in the fandom. So, the vast majority of fics that I wrote back in the swap meet days were Leon/Claire, because the majority of my fandom friends fell more on the Cleon side of things.

Today, I don't like where their dynamic has gone in later canon. There's nothing there anymore, and I've lost all interest in it.

But... at the same time... when RE2make happened, it was something I thought about revisiting just for old time's sake. I haven't pulled the trigger on it yet, but I do still think about it from time to time. Maybe I'll actually go ahead and do the thing one of these days, now that I'm back in the habit of writing RE fic again.

But anyway.

The point is. Any side ships I have, I really just enjoy in passing. Like, if I see nice art of Chris/Jill or Billy/Rebecca I'll definitely reblog it because I do enjoy it, but I have never even one time gone out of my way to find it or any fics of them. Most of my contributions to side ships are thinkpieces and meta analysis.

Leon/Chris is one of the ships that I've done deep dive meta analysis for -- and half of that was just to piss off fanboys who were already mad about RE6 to begin with, because those fuckers made the fandom UNBEARABLE in the early 2010s -- but I still don't go super hard for them.

Same thing with Remake-verse Leon/Luis. I've done meta for them because people have asked me for it, and I do find their new dynamic absolutely fascinating from a literary/storytelling standpoint. They're another ship I do enjoy, but... again, mostly in passing.

So. idk if this actually answered your question. RE ships are just kind of a weird topic for me in general most of the time, because I went so, so, so long just looking at characters' individual arcs as opposed to engaging in actual ship content.

I've talked about this a little before, but I did go through that period (around 10 years) where I tried to pass it off that I had no ships in order to seem like an "objective" source for canon information (which, in hindsight, is so fucking stupid because I could've just done what I'm doing now and kept objective facts about the series/canon differentiated from my ship shit, but w/e), so in those 10 years, I didn't really engage with RE ships, like, at all.

So now I'm just kind of at the point of "dude whatever idc as long as we're all having fun."

[idrellegames]

Hey there! I come bearing a question, and I'll be honest. I don't know if you've answered it in the past, and Tumblr is a pain in the ass when it comes to trying to look backwards to see if something has been asked before.

So here goes: With how widely the lifespans of the different races vary, how common is it for the longer lived races like elves and dwarves, to actually be romantically involved with the more 'fickle' races? I can see it swing both ways honestly depending on the person of course, but I'm primarily curious whether it's something people in general don't care about, or if the longer lived races are more reserved due to the inherent differences in life span? I'd imagine a dwarf who can easily be expected to reach well past 200, being apprehensive about being involved with a human that won't even reach half of that.

Obviously that's very much a person by person situation when it comes down to it, but what's the general view on that? Like do the dwarves and elfs in general tend to stick with one of their own, if only to avoid the inevitable heartbreak of out-living their partner, or are they all "share the love" heartbreak be damned? Granted that obviously won't influence player romances, but I'm curious about what it looks like for the average person in the setting of your game.

Reading your FAQ too, I noticed that conversations with RO's will involve compatibility in terms of romance and sexuality etc. so I won't beat around the bush. Can an allosexual MC, still get in a viable relationship with our favorite savant? I'm personally the type of person who isn't overly concerned about sex in a relationship, so although I enjoy and like sex quite a lot, I'm also more than willing to put it aside if I really connected with someone who's asexual. If there's a genuine connection between me and them, then sex isn't all that important to me in determining the longevity of a relationship. So I guess my second question boils down to whether or not we'll be able to address it that way, so that our character can still be allosexual while also being fine with a potential relationship without sex. You don't have to spill the tea so to speak, as for how that conversation goes in the game though. I just don't want to get my hopes up for a romance with her, if I'll end up heartbroken because her asexuality is written as to her only wanting to be with other ace people 😩

Sorry if that last bit was a bit of a ramble, it's kinda a subject close to my heart, since people somehow often find it hard to understand how I can both love sex a lot, but simultaneously also be completely fine without it if the person I'm with is worth it. So I guess I'm a little self-conscious about it, which tends to lead to rambling. Especially since I don't really know if there's a label for how I feel about it, since it hasn't really been something I've looked into in the past x3

So now I'll just quietly shut up, before I embarrass myself further than I already have 😖

Hi! Thanks so much for your ask. 💕 Hopefully I can clear up a few things!

Different Lifespans

The majority of people in long-term relationships in this world tend to find themselves in relationships with other members of the same species. But, like most things, it does depend on culture, location, and the individual person. Cross-species relationships are more common in urban areas and large cities, as are mixed family units. The general understanding in most Rhesainian cultures is that some folks may have more than one "life partner" and it's not something to bat an eye at.

Ace/Allo Relationships

I don't want to spoil anything, but this will be a topic of conversation on most romance paths. Allosexual MCs who want to romance acespec characters (Alexia and Ren) will have a chance to talk about what they want their relationship to look like. The same is true for asexual MCs who want to romance allosexual characters (and, on a related topic, monogamous MCs who want to romance polyamorous characters and vice versa). Romantic and sexual compatibility is a theme for all romanceable characters. Some characters are fine with pretty much anything, others are not. If it doesn't line up between the MC/LI, there will be a conversation to be had, compromises to be made, and things to work out.

Hope that makes sense!

[askourweavetalecharacters]

Wow, what an awesome thing to wake up to! I was actually about to go back to sleep, so I'm glad I checked my phone first, haha.

First and foremost, thank you so much for the kind words! I've shared the post with the others, but this is pretty early for them (and for myself) so it'll probably be a bit until they see it. Back when I made this blog in 2019, I really wasn't sure how it would go. Will people be interested? How many asks will we get? And for the next some years, the answers seemed to be "no" and "none." Having very little Tumblr experience and absolutely zero ask blog experience, I honestly thought that no one really cared to ask anything. Not that it mattered much, though; I'm more than content to keep this between me and my friends.

So the blog laid dormant for a long time. I'd occasionally come along and post some wacky textbox to keep it from being totally barren, but again, nothing ever really came of it. Earlier last year... god, that's a weird thing to say with it being January 1st. Happy New Year! As I was saying, earlier last year (2024), I revisited the blog after not having touched it for quite a long period of time. This time though, I went over the entire thing, looking for anything I may want to change/fix; having made the blog so long ago, my writing skills have improved DRASTICALLY since then, so I thought the blog may be in need of updating. Then it hit me. "Oh my god, I haven't been using TAGS this ENTIRE TIME?!?!" Yeah... I don't know how I managed that for so long, haha. After that, I whipped together a new introduction (because the old one sucked ass), started using tags in every post, and people were "suddenly" interested!

After having that sorted out, it was incredibly cool seeing just how many people ended up getting a kick out of the blog. It's so cool seeing folks enjoy our silly little passion project. I never would've thought it would gain a following like it has, even if it isn't a particular big one. Like you said, the ask blog format can be fairly disorganized, but honestly? For an AU like this, it's perfect... because WeaveTale is exceptionally disorganized as a whole, haha. With the nature of it literally just being a roleplay between friends on Roblox of all places, I think it comes naturally when you try and turn it into something cohesive. And it honestly just makes me even more surprised by the following it's gotten. In a good way, of course! I'm glad people can enjoy it and its characters, no matter how disjointed it may be.

I'll end off by saying that the majority of the main story can be found on our respective DeviantArt accounts, told through in-universe journal entries from our characters. Though, to anyone who's already read the introduction post, they probably already knew that... so it gives all the more reason to read it for those who haven't already! All our accounts are linked there. We haven't made many journal entries in a while though, so there's a sizeable gap between then and now where things have happened in the story that haven't been properly written down. They're still worth reading, though! Even if... the quality of the writing in the early days (especially mine) isn't all that good... anything from me pre-2020 isn't that good, haha. Again, still worth reading if you wanna know the story!

And again, thank you to @aus-from-undertale for the post and the kind words! We'll definitely be around for a while, so here's to a great 2025 for WeaveTale! If the others wanna say anything, they're more than welcome to. (you hear that, @snowey-the-snowster and @chaoscretin527?!?!) But that's all from me! Thanks again!

- Iggy

Weavetale

So, if you've been here for a while, maybe you would realize that i don't really recommend ask blogs anymore for a few years now, not because I didn't want to, but because is a difficult thing to recommend when its not organized.

Like what am I supposed to say? Read the whole account that's been running since years ago? Good luck?

But I wanna break this rule I made for myself this time because this is a really cool au!

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After a collision that happens with every au and multiverse, a lot of people lose their home, family and friends.

The group that this au is centered is a found family after this disaster, formed by characters that we already know and OCs!

And they are answering questions 🤘

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Honestly, this is a pretty fun ask blog and premise, but if someone asked me what I like the most about the au, it would be the mods💕

The mods are so good at writing and presenting their characters with witty conversations and jokes. At the same time, they are clearly passionate about the au and their OCs, so it's really touching to me.

I won't tell you to read the whole blog haha, but I recommend you the check out the aus existence at least by reading their pinned post:

But of course, check out the @askourweavetalecharacters account if you want to get to know more about the characters!

When I saw the premise of a bunch of au colliding in one it really reminded me of Warverse! You should check it out :)

[britishsass]

T-Time lord AU? I am going to assume Dr. Who, but my knowledge on that is WOEFULLY near 0 sooo *pulls up a chair and popcorn* TELL ME ALL ABOUT WHOMST IS THE TIME LORD AND WHAT THEIR TELEPHONE BOX TARDIS IS XD (legit tell me more am curious)

OOOH MAN I'M HYPER TO TELL YOU IT ALL

It is, in fact, Doctor Who based! However, since I'm too much of a DW nerd to actually make someone the Doctor (That'd be getting their characterization all weird, and I don't want to do that rn, there's so much stuff in DW I don't actually know--) I made my own time lords.

Yeah, that's right, time lords with an s. There are three in this au. I'll detail all three of them under the cut-- This is gonna be a long one.

First off, the main character is a time lord known as "The Ranger." His TARDIS is actually stuck as a Ford F-100 truck, so he goes by Ford to seem a bit more normal to regular folks.

[Image ID: Ford as a time lord, drawn with lighter skin, a red vest, a green cape, and a white collared shirt. He has a gear-shaped brooch and a pocketwatch chain as well. Next to him, his name and a list of quick details ("2nd Regeneration," "About 450," and "QPPs with Otto (the Mechanic)") are written. End ID]

His regeneration was a bit more of a mess, but it's mostly focused on him in this regeneration, so I'll let that part sit for a while. Just know that this is not his first face. He's the second Ranger. His last name was based on the first name he saw, so it wasn't much better, but he does enjoy changing his name.

The story I'm currently working on has his companion as Bob, with Helmut only just joining the TARDIS team.

(Also, yes... This is the AU where Ford drifts a truck.)

The interior of his TARDIS is rather rustic, with strange branch-like structures to make it feel more natural. At least, that's what it's like in this regeneration.

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The Mechanic is the second of the three, and doesn't actually have a concrete design yet-- I'm still trying to decide how he dresses, after all. This guy has had at least 4 regenerations already, mostly caused by scientific experiments going very wrong. This is Otto. He's basically normal Otto, to be honest, except now he's a time traveler, and he accidentally/on-purpose took Compton with him solely because he wanted to properly thank the nice guy at his favorite restaurant.

He does show up around the Ranger a lot! However, he isn't as well-known for interfering, since he finds much more interest in just watching events, trying food, and learning new things-- Not saving the world or anything like that. Think of him more as a passive observer, except he's chaotic if they ever do interact with him.

Also, he likes to take an extremely long time to decide on a new name for each new face. The name "Otto Mechanus" was his goal, but it got misheard as Mentallis, so now he's stuck with it.

His TARDIS tends to look very out-of-place, a lot like something you'd find in Otto's lab. And the interior is... Well, it's what you expect.

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The final time lord of the trio is one who hasn't been seen in quite a while. They had at least two different regenerations, both of whom were quite the troublemakers for the Ranger and the Mechanic.

This time lord is known as the Ruler, and he's also known as Gristol, since he required a "normal" name for humans to trust him in his most recent known face. There's been multiple incidents with him causing trouble in the attempt to take charge of various places, but at the moment, he's not been seen for a while... Maybe he's finally gone?

Or maybe he's just wearing a different face now.

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Anyway, thank you for the lovely question! I'm happy to talk more about the other regenerations too, but I think it's better to just focus on the current ones I'm writing about, hah.

[nuclearforest]

Hello phrend. 😎 2deep4me writer asks:

What's the fic you're most proud of?

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

Thank u for the ask!! Makes me very happy and lets me ramble abt stuff!

1, Honestly hard to say. Like, I'm proud of One Dog Night because it was the first thing I ever posted and like, really snowballed me into doing more and putting myself out there more. But on the other hand, Month to Love a Werewolf is the first multi-chapter piece I finished! And now Sirens' Guard Dog is on the way. I think those are my big three-- but as far as picking one goes?

It's really hard to say. I can't pick my favorite child lol.

13, Depends on if it is anon online or IRL.

Online? hell yeah i'm proud of being fully unhinged for my blorbo. almost at 350k in 2 years and like. ~300k of that is hans. my really sad sack awful blorbo who i love with all my little heart. stinky, stupid wolfman with a flair for the dramatic.

But IRL? I am a professional with a career you wouldn't catch me dead bringing up writing or fanfic in public. like, my folks asked me once over a holiday why I was on my laptop and what i was writing and i immediately had to bullshit that it was some stupid literary analysis to keep my skills sharp when, uh, it was really werewolf smut. very, very close to being busted but they aren't curious enough to press and i'm a fool not a coward.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION is when i am around those friends that are my enablers and don't care lmao. They think it's funny and it's on brand. Alternatively it's just one facet of the strange little gremlin they've let into their lives. I mean well--promise.

14, yeah. like, healthy or not i'm always out here comparing myself in both good ways and bad. some for learning new styles and tricks and broadening my horizons, but some for like. competitive purposes. and there's nothing to be competitive about but i've been in competitive schooling all my life and for a kid who grew up with little self confidence feeding on the praise of being "gifted" it really sticks with you. so there are many a conscious reminder that it's all for fun. that i shouldn't stress and that it's for me, even if some of that is a lie (i mean, come on--sometimes i'll write shit to brighten somebody's day but generally it's whatever catches my fancy).

but like, old habits die hard and i'm hungry for kudos and comments lmao. usually it doesn't get bad but if it does, i just bury my head in a different crafty pile of sand.

15, I HAVE A TIMELINE. we'll summarize it as exponential improvement and development tho lol.

nobody here will see the shit i wrote in middle school. we're talking paper journal self insert fic that i wrote chapters and chapters of (granted these were like, 100-ish words a chapter). talk about humble beginnings.

move to highschool and i have some fanfic and also a bit of OC work that I share in my school's creative writing club (bruh I STILL wasn't sharing fanfic).

in college I didn't write much. too busy under an engineering course load but i have a few things here and there. mostly fun little snippets of fluff to keep myself occupied.

but that said, now that i'm working and trying to live my best life, i've definitely gotten better in coherent plotlines, length, and fleshing out the details. i still have all the old stuff (even the paper journals, somewhere) and a decade+ later it's meteoric improvement lol. when i wrote One Dog Night that was the longest single story I'd written by a mile. and now i'm on a long chapter work i've updated weekly since i started it following an outline. i'm boggling my own mind.

but that said: i've always been creative and colorful, have not always been able to actually finish a story. funny enough, i've also never had a formal, regular beta and something tells me that won't change soon. (altho sometimes I do ask for a second set of eyes-- so thanks to y'all that have done it for me!)

can't wait to see how i keep growing!

[nakachuchu]

Medusa | Miyazawa Kenji

chapter eight of the Fairy Tales and Myths series

SYNOPSIS: Medusa inspired AU.

READER: female

WORDS: 1006

WRITTEN: 03/02/2021

Kenji lived in a small village where all the folks were nice to each other. There was the occasional bad seed, but they'd simply get sent to the dark cave in the part of the mountain that no one went to—except for Kenji.

He heard rumors and legends of a woman who turned men to stone. You were never seen leaving the cave, but you did at night to hunt for food.

Kenji decided to visit you. No one in the village knew because he knew they would try to stop him.

He brought a basket full of fruits and meat as an offering to you because he thought it would be a nice housewarming gift.

"Hello?" he called out.

He had his eyes closed because he heard that her stare was deadly. He could hear the hissing of snakes.

"You shouldn't be here. Are you a criminal?" you asked.

"No, I'm here to bring you food! I thought you'd be hungry and lonely," said Kenji.

"What? Why would you do that?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do. Plus, you must be lonely. I would be if I had to live in a cave all alone."

"I don't have to. I just prefer to," you said.

"Why?" he asked as he took a step forward.

"Don't come closer. I simply don't like men. That's it. Please leave. You seem like a nice person, so I'd rather not have something happen to you."

"You seem like a nice lady! Let's eat together," he said as he sat down on the floor, mindlessly opening the basket and taking the food out.

"Wha—Did you even listen to me?"

"I should be fine as long as I keep my eyes closed, right? Easy peasy."

"You're not listening to me at all," you muttered.

You gave him a wary look and your snakes hissed softly as you sat in front of the young man. He seemed innocent with his dirty and ruined overalls and the straw hat strapped around his neck.

"Here ya go!" he chirped as he handed you an apple. "My neighbors grow these apples and they're super tasty."

You took it from his hand and sniffed the apple for any poison. When you determined there was none, you bit into the apple.

It was sweet like he said. You didn't get to eat much fruit since it only grew in the village. You mainly ate bush berries and animal meat you hunted yourself.

"Why don't you come down to the village?" he asked.

"People aren't very fond of me, but neither am I of them," you said.

"How come?"

"You aren't afraid to ask questions, are you?" you asked.

"Nope! You seem like a really nice person to me."

"Peculiar," you murmured.

You weren't comfortable around men. They had ruined you in the past and laughed at your pretty tears as they had their way with you.

You had been cursed by the gods when you killed those men with a rock nearby. It was an atonement, they said.

You scoffed whenever you thought about it. You were protecting yourself but received a punishment instead.

From that day on, Kenji came at least weekly, if not every day. He would tell you stories about his day and his childhood, then ask you about yours.

You rarely responded at first but started opening up. Even a few of your snakes greeted him whenever he came by.

You found yourself waiting for him every day, and you even made a blindfold out of your clothes for him.

You didn't want to take the risk of him opening his eyes for any reason. You learned Kenji was not like those men. He was much more pure and happy, like a cute pup.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry?"

You were bewildered by his question and didn't know how to respond. You weren't ready for that.

"I want to picture what you look like," he said. "Can I touch your face?"

"Oh, yes, you can," you said as you tried to calm your racing heart.

With the blindfold on, he reached for your face. He patted your cheeks, silently in awe at how cool you felt.

He could feel a few patches of scales on your jawline and cheeks. He twitched when a snake bumped its nose onto his hand but continued to feel your face.

"You're so pretty," he breathed.

"I'm not," you retorted.

He shook his head. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. I wish I could see you."

"You can't," you said. "But...thank you. You're pretty too."

He smiled, retracting his hands. "Thanks!"

He didn't come to see you for another few days. You wondered if something happened to him, but forced yourself to wait.

Whenever you were feeling sad, your snakes would nudge their noses against your cheeks for comfort.

They were part of your curse and your friends at the same time.

On a particularly windy night, Kenji came by. The snakes heard him before you saw him, and you were happy to see him until you turned around.

"Kenji, what have you done?" you asked, taking in his bloody appearance.

"I killed everyone, Y/N. Now, we can be together in the village! You won't have to worry about anyone else ever again. I'll protect you," he promised with a closed-eye smile.

“I didn't ask you to. I never wanted you to get your hands dirty.”

“I don't mind. This is the least I can do for the person I love. Besides, look on the bright side, Y/N. You don't have to live in this cave anymore. We can grow fruit together and raise pets together. Maybe we’ll even have children,” he added.

You didn't know what to do. You had killed many men because of your curse and you never felt bad about it.

“You're right,” you murmured.

You had lived in the cave for years by your lonesome, but now you had someone who loved you regardless.

[magnuslightwood-bane0414]

Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long

Read on a03

Mornings with Malec because Taylor Swift makes me want a love story likes theirs 🥰 this was supposed to be tooth rotting fluff, and most of it is, but you can thank Alec for loving his husband so much he makes it a bit angsty. I had no part of this 😉 let me know what you think!! Prompts are open!

Alec wakes up alone in bed, which is practically a sin. Alec grumbles and reaches over, his hand flattening against Magnus' side of the bed. The sheets are still warm, but his adorable husband is nowhere to be found within them.

Alec slips out of bed, searching the floor for his clothes that were shed by Magnus' magic after a date night last night, but he can't find those either.

So now he's without clothes and his husband.

Alec grabs Magnus' kimono robe that was hanging from a chair, and slips his arms through it, tying a messy knot that rests against his stomach. Then he braves the cold of the open balcony doors to search for Magnus.

He finds him in the kitchen, pressed against the oven, wearing just boxers and a hoodie. He's humming gently and mixing a bowl of something. Upon closer inspection, he's making blueberry pancakes. Alec's favorite breakfast food in the whole wide world, which makes a smile spread across Alec's face as he moves closer.

"Why'd you leave me alone in bed?" Alec whispers, pressing a lazy kiss to Magnus' earlobe and setting his chin against his shoulder, wrapping tight arms around his toned waist.

"Because after all the calories we burned last night, I figured I should get up and make my wonderful husband some blueberry pancakes."

"You have magic for that." Alec grumbles, relaxing against the warmth of Magnus' back.

"I do," Magnus admits, "But aren't you always telling me I should embrace my inner mundane and do things by hand?"

"Not when it involves cuddling your touch-starved husband."

"Oh, I see." Magnus murmurs, turning around to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "Still feeling neglected even after last night?" Alec still finds himself blushing when Magnus brings up their rather adventurous nights, and last night certainly fit in that category.

"I'll always feel neglected from your touch. You're just too damn gorgeous and it's sad that I can't have you all to myself."

Magnus hums happily at that, and runs his free hand up Alec's arm, pausing when he feels the silk sleeves of his robe.

"Is that my robe?" Magnus flips the pancake over and then snakes his hand further up Alec's arm.

"Yeah..." Alec blushes, "You somehow misplaced both my shirt and pants last night so I found this lying on the chair and just decided to put it on."

Magnus hums, "I would never just misplace your clothes on purpose, must've been a grave mistake. However, your body is attractive enough without clothes, so honestly that can't be considered a mistake..."

Alec scoffs and chuckles, saying, "Magnus, how could it have been anyone other than you? You're the one who wanted to rip my Henley off as soon as you saw it last night." Granted, that's how many of their nights end these days, with fiery passion that stills feels like a dream or a scene from a movie. But it's not, it's just Magnus and Alec, which feels so much better than his wildest dream.

"Can't blame me for wanting to enjoy the view. But darling, lavender looks stunning on you. It is officially yours, now."

"We can't share?" Alec pouts. He dips a finger into the batter and then licks his finger, smirking when Magnus gasps.

"I've corrupted you. But back to your original question, love, I suppose we could share. As long as you keep wearing it through breakfast."

"We have a deal." Alec says sweetly, sliding onto the counter beside the stove, gripping onto the string of Magnus' hoodie.

Magnus goes back to concentrating on his pancakes, placing one on the plate and then pouring a cup of batter onto the sizzling pan. Alec is content to just watching him, studying how relaxed he is in Alec’s presence, and how the rising sun holds no candle to Magnus’ own brilliance.

He would never get bored watching Magnus, but his eyes catch the sunlight hitting the exposed skin of Magnus’ golden thighs, and he gets an idea.

"Too many clothes." He mumbles, grabbing the seam of the hoodie and beginning to lift. Magnus laughs and swats his hand away playfully.

"Maybe you just have too few clothes on." Magnus counters, winking and adding a handful of fresh blueberries to the plate of pancakes.

"Now you know that's simply not true. Especially after what you said earlier." Alec leans closer and nuzzles Magnus’ neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood.

"Shush and stop distracting me, I'm trying to finish breakfast. Here’s your plate, I will join you in one moment.” Magnus hands him a plate and gives him a gentle shove.

Magnus presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth in a silent thank you as he slips off the counter and sits down at the table.

With a lazy wave of Magnus’ hand, a bottle of syrup and a glass of orange juice appears beside Alec’s plate.

Alec waits patiently as Magnus finishes the last of his pancakes, turns the stove off, and joins Alec at the table.

Alec leans over the table and squeezes Magnus’ hand, saying, “Thank you for breakfast. It smells delicious.”

“Well, by all means, don’t wait for me to dig in.” Alec smiles and cuts into one of the fluffy pancakes. He always loves anything Magnus makes, because it’s made with love and mouthwatering flavor.

They sit in comfortable silence, save for the scraping of forks and sounds of delight at just how tasty the pancakes are. Alec finishes one of his pancakes within five bites, and looks up to see Magnus glancing at him with a fond smile on his face.

“I knew you were hungry. If we stayed in bed you would’ve been complaining within ten minutes about how hungry you were.” Alec blushes and glares at Magnus, but doesn’t deny his statement.

Both Magnus and Alec has the entire day off, and Alec is enthusiastically prepared for a lazy day, with movies and cuddles and more junk food. It’s been awhile since they’ve been able to have something as domestic as a day off with just each others company, but it is one of Alec’s favorite things in the entire world.

“I never want anything different than this.” Alec says, causing Magnus to pause and tilt his head in confusion.

“What do you mean, my love?”

“I just...I want this forever. I want lazy mornings like this. I want wild nights like we had last night. I want to love you, and be loved by you, forever. We learn about heaven and the afterlife in the Academy, and it’s supposed to be perfect, but I feel like this is as perfect as it gets. I never want to let this slip out of my grasp.”

“Alexander...” Magnus starts, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He sets his fork down and gets up, the need to be touching his love too strong to resist. Alec normally gets reflective and romantic during simple mornings and late nights, and Magnus knows this, but it doesn’t help prepare his old warlock heart for whatever sappy thing Alec says.

Alec scoots back, opening his arms as Magnus climbs onto his lap and rests his cheek against the top of Alec’s head.

“I want that too, Alexander. I want that more than anything.” Magnus whispers, closing his eyes as warm tears fall down his cheeks.

No matter how much we want it, we can’t have it.

Those are the words that are left unsaid by either of them, but they’re still spoken in the emotional silence.

Alec wraps an arm around Magnus, holding onto him with a grip that’s strong but necessary. “We’re going to have that, Magnus. I promised you that in my vows when I said I am and will always be your loving husband. I promised you that in Edom when I said I’m never leaving you again. And I don’t break promises.” Magnus sniffles and Alec moves away slightly, to take Magnus’ face in the palms of his hands.

“Alexander, even though I wish you could, you can’t promise that.” Magnus shakes his head, his heart screaming at his mind to believe it, but happiness has never had permanence in Magnus’ life.

It is the closest it has ever been now, but with the weight that one day it will end, it still drags him down to only temporary, fleeting bouts of joy.

“I can. You’re going to be able to take me on dates all over the world for as long as you’d like. You’re going to be able to tease me about the things I wear and the dumb things I say until you get tired of it. You’re going to have me for as long as you want.” Alec says resolutely, speaking like the very words spilling from his lips are being written in stone.

“Even forever isn’t long enough with you, darling.”

“But it’s a good start.” Alec says, with wet eyes and a sad smile. Even after a poignant revelation that left them both with red eyes and sadden hearts, Magnus thinks he is still the most gorgeous man that has ever walked the Earth. And he is all Magnus’, which is a revelation in of itself.

“Alexander, I would be the last person to stop you and your passionate heart after chasing something you want.” Magnus smiles back, his hand playing with the hairs at the nape of Alec’s neck. “So, yes, Angel, forever seems like a good start to me.”

“Well, then we’re going to make it happen.” Alec declares. In regards of their differing lifespans, for the first time Magnus feels a sense of peace wash over him with Alec’s words. After all, Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane has been known to blow up the very ground he stands on to make something right.

And if Magnus is sure of one thing, it’s that Alec and Magnus are unexplainably and wholeheartedly right together.