#that being said i do have 5 more characters planned oops

[illogicalilse]

Oh yeah I'm back from my Dragon Age hyperfixation btw

After beating the game 3.75 times my review is that it's obvious they didn't have enough time to add everything they wanted to after the restart in development - particularly in the romances and with regards to the Lord of Fortune - and it could have used another proof read with regards to Rook's personal background, but most of the writing/inconsistencies people are complaining about are easily explained as cultural differences between the north and south.

Would have loved to learn more about the Dalish in Arlathan and whether or not they truly even are Dalish - ie descended from those who went to the far south to live in the Dales - or if they're simply referred to as Dalish because that's what all free-roaming elves are called.

Would have also loved to see more of Rivain and the Anderfells, but was very happy with what we got about Nevarra.

Loved the lore drops and connections that they gave us - following those theories through to their answers is lowkey my favorite part of the setting.

Wish there were more imported choices that impacted the story but considering I have a literal spread sheet of 12 different world states across the past three games just to keep track of the various configurations possible, I understand and even sympathize with the limitations. That being said we absolutely should have seen the Inquisitor's partner with them when we met them in game - like in some cases they're straight up MARRIED but their spouse still got left behind down south.

Adored the companions; I know some were displeased at the lack of inner-team friction but personally I liked being able to bring whomever I wanted on a mission without them fighting the whole time. This team was also all specifically recruited for this job instead of just being random people you've found over the course of fucking around, so the cohesion makes sense to me.

For better or worse it definitely has the vibes of a Mass Effect game though, and it also left me feeling like I need to do more as Rook - it's a huge epic conclusion yet I came out of it feeling like it's the start of a new series. Given the lack of DLC, I think I'll end up less satisfied with this game if we don't get a direct sequel - there were several plot lines that feel like they're meant to continue and/or tie into the post credits hint.

Gameplay was completely solid, I have no notes. My computer is incredibly prone to crashes and I haven't had a single issue, combat is fun, exploration is fulfilling without being overwelming like Inquision could be, and the animations look great.

Overall It's a definite 9-9.5/10

[barrenclan]

WOOO NEW ISSUE!! i began reading this earlier, but couldn’t finish due to me rereading what i had just read and focusing on the pictures!!! so yeah, finally finished it, and GRRR GOOD ISSUE

first off, throws thrasher in the cootstorm pit too, they can share. no transphobic kitties allowed (obviously not literally, but i love how like.. natural it is? it’s just cormorantpaw’s life and what he’s been raised to think). egrettail should deck him

also egrettail!!!!!! favorite kitty therapist!!!! i assume maybe asphodelpaw asked about her being aroace, maybe brought on after daffodil was like “oh!! ur just like me and asphodelpw!!!” to pinepaw, and that made her think “wait am i into men even?” but. yeah. she just wants to help and she’s such a sweetie

SEVEN. SILVERS. SHE’S MADE IT!!! SHE’S IN AN ISSUE FR!! ULTIMATE ALLY INVENTED HRT TO SUPPORT EGRETTAIL. THE MOST BASED CAT EVER. I LOVE HER SHE’S JUST A LITTLE KITTY. I HOPE SHE’S OKAY. IM GONNA SAY IT METHINKS EGRET, HUSH PUPPY, AND SEVEN SILVERS R FOUND FAMILY JUST A COUPLE OF CHOSEN SIBS. UNLESS THIS IS A NO. SORRY IM EXCITED ABOUT SEVEN SILVERS

shoutout to cormorantpaw for getting his 2nd issue. kinda a crime that i only bring him up now but its ok. i love the goofy early cartoons titlecard image with the literal lovebug and him just thinking it over before going “oh fk im bi” and i love how egrettail was like “it seems like it to me, but it’s up to u” bc she can’t really like. force him to think he has a crush, something about that was really gentle- back to cormorantpaw!!! now he’s a blushy mess and i love him for it. also WHAT DO U HAVE TO DO BOY. WHAT IS YOUR ANGST

yes i know daffodilpaw was hardly here but she still gets her own section bc that’s my favorite community hc collection. cormorantpaw doesn’t seem to want to be involved romantically with her, saying how she’s nice but also noting how she doesn’t tend to listen to him (which doesn’t make daffy a bad person!! just something they gotta communicate as buddies) but also mentioning how she puts her paw on his, and also in the sleeping shot cormorantpaw is staring past daffodilpaw, who sleeps next to him, and at pinepaw. i’m just. babey noooo. break out of ur toxic mindset its okkk. unless u actually do like cormorantpaw then i’m. sorry. how did i make the daffodilpaw section the longest oops

rate this issue 5 mysterious end birds out of 5!!! thank u for another great issue :3

So sorry not answering this ask for awhile! All that trouble with my account hit at a bad time. I'm glad you liked the issue, though. :)

Egrettail had the patience of a saint for not beating the absolute shit out of Thrasher when they were in Defiance, and I'm certain she gave him what for on more than one occasion after Hush Puppy died.

Yes, she and Asphodelpaw may have had a conversation about similar realizations she was going through just like Cormorantpaw, heheh. We'll get there someday.

I was so excited to finally include Seven Silvers in an issue!! When I first created her character I wasn't planning on it, but she's just too fun not to use. Hell, I'm allowed to invent magic cat hormone therapy if I want to, who's gonna stop me. Seven, Hush Puppy, and Egret are any manner of close friends you like, and found family/siblings are as good a way as any.

The POVs from other characters are not going to be very common, since Pinepaw is the protagonist in the end, but it's always nice to dip back into Cormorantpaw's thick little skull. I was pretty pleased with myself for thinking of the rubberhose style joke with "lovebug", honestly. Don't worry about his angst, I'm sure it's nothing.

Good catch on everything with Daffodilpaw in this issue! It's something I did intentionally include, and did want to draw a comparison between Corm describing her as not really listening to him with Pinepaw always listening to what he says (which as you said, doesn't mean Daff is a bad person, just that she's got her own things to work out).

[novemberdevils]

they are also putting a lot of trust in all the social media people who totally have access to their instagram accounts to not just open their messages. oopsies let's pretend i didn't just open that plothole until i decide if i want to actually do something with it have someone hack one of their accounts and post all of the messages and me and you can sit and drink tea and coffee and watch everyone losing it, THEY'LL TALK ABOUT IT EVENTUALLY! WHEN!!! I fear Ferrari winning irl is more achievable than them sitting down and talking, Things. i'm doing Things. don't worry about it mum pick me up im scared, but it did remind me i should include the drivers' dinner speaking of including things will you include the gala? I was watching it today and kept thinking about the embarrassing stuff they both could do, also btw you talking about word count made me curious about who has the most word counts in nicojack fics and surprise surprise it’s you 🥳; and just shy of having the first spot in any fic that has jack as a character-10,889 exactly-; and the most words ever in Hockey RPF is 480,949 so do it for the shits and giggles, but i do think jack's character here in this fic is more of a home is people person than a home is a place person. This is the worst and best type because if you don’t find those people you will always feel like you are walking on the wrong leg, TELL ME ABOUT IT I think I mentioned I live alone and the closest person to me is my brother and his wife and even then they are like 5 hours away on a train and the rest of my family are scattered across the globe so there those days where I just regret living so far away, like fun fact you'll see it in ch4 but i wrote this thing where it was clear that Someone was lying to jack about something bc only one of the things he was being told could possibly be true, but i didn't actually decide which of them was lying and Why they were lying until like midway through writing monaco lmao it is just like that sometimes. Yeah I had a whole breakdown about it and thinking back I may have overreacted a bit oops but HOW CAN YOU TEASE THAT THERE IS A REASON TELL ME NOWWWWWWW, it's late and i'm exhausted and i'm rambling forgive me but i will keep going soz please ramble I love rambling I love talking-im actually the shyest person if I wasn’t around people I feel comfortable-, jack having a praise kink fork found in the kitchen, he will wilt without it I just had the most absurd image of jack being a plant and nico going to him be like you are doing great growing those flowers and im crying laughing rn, zak brown hires twinks and i will keep saying that. He fucking does every time im like he can’t find another twink he goes and find one, PLEASE THE LOGAN HELMUT HATE FUCKING PISSED ME OFF; like if we can let other drivers have their fucking flags and have some controversial designs we can absolutely be ok with a helmet having an American flag, no because going to be honest I usually hate the patriotic Americans because they have always rubbed me the wrong way but I remember texting my f1 friends be like fuck yeah let’s go America I love him and have adopted him, as a non American like his accent can’t be that present still??? I wish it was me because my accent is a mess even in writing I will mix minimum seven different ways pf spelling stuff, one of the only things in my sketchy ass outline is that jack crashes in miami. i was planning that All Along. for the narratives. hehe I hate you.

hello anon i hope you're feeling better!! I AM!!! Thank you for asking and oops sorry for the late answer, OMG CONGRATS ON FINISHING YOUR FINALS🥳🥳 I have always hated that period of finals that im always thankful it’s in the past now-not really I have stupidly decided that I actually want to have a diploma in another major when I have graduated not that long ago-, he's allowed to contradict himself. as he said himself, nothing that he said was untrue! Humans contradict themselves every day and his actually make sense so it was a good thing you left it; it made him feel more human rather than a written character, the quinn-jack relationship is a wee bit complicated i guess? Oh yeah I have Thoughts especially during that phone call they made me miss my own siblings and called them was like hi your youngest sibling miss you and every single one without a fail asked me if I need money-I work and have a stable income- but I mean they asked what was I going to say noo older siblings I don’t need money? I said yeah the joys of being the youngest, Jack Can You Please Have Some Self-Confidence train how does a person get on this train? Because I need three tickets for me and bestie lex and boyfriend nico, STOP TEASING MONACO!! You’re the most Evil person and I hate you for teasing stuff, have i already posted the scene where jack essentially says the same thing? about how they all have to be insane to drive race cars? Yeah I do remember that scene but I tgink it actually happened twice? One where he was telling quinn that of they weren’t insane no one would drive the cars and the other unfortunately I have no idea when it happened but I think it was when jack threw the condom or when he was getting choked but don’t quote me on that, PLEASE MIAMI IS ALWAYS A MESS and it was 23 when max was 9 and kmag of everyone was third or fourth, honestly indy drivers go to the media and tell that they want to puck a driver every other race; but it was hilarious seeing everyone kinda lose it like get it boys I love for the drama, the fuck you scene-Yes I will be calling it that- is genuinely something I reread at least once every other day it’s SO SO well written like no words are enough to make you understand how much I love that scene-English is failing me as it does every time I want to complement someone making me look like a stupid person who doesn’t know shit I hate this-, honestly I know I nag about this but the not talking adds a more layer to all of their mess and I like it, omg could you even imagine nico sitting jack down and being like hey you can say a safe word jack would get up and fucking crash them both next race and then telling the media this is me telling everyone that I HATE hischier.

Okay I love you now once again my anger has lessened but stop teasing Monaco and make them get together and every important conversation happens in a hallway and I will never hate you.

i'm gonna do a red white and royal blue on them and leak all of their emails. jk. i have no concrete plans about that plothole even now so we're just going to keep not touching it

uhhh my answer remains to be Eventually. and i have no recollection of precisely what the "things" i was doing when i wrote that answer were but i am still doing Things i know that much! maybe they are the same Things. who knows, it's only the inside of my own head. i have not yet decided about the gala... i know in basics how i want the fic to end but not exactly When. i mean i have some time to figure it out before i get there lmao but the gala is something i will add to my thoughts rotation. my beautiful stupid idiot word count omg this fic is infinite but it's okay i love it so i can forgive the nonsense. if the chapter count ever changes before it's done will you all pretend it didn't pretty please

yeah that vagueing was absolutely about the "did luke actually tell nico he wanted to apologize to jack or not" thing. the answer to who was lying is in a monaco scene i've already written... it hit me like a brick when i started writing monaco like OH yeah that should be why it happens like that. when i made it apparent that Someone was lying i had no idea who it was going to be. but i figured it out! the plot thickens. and thickens and thickens and thickens and thickens

mclaren twink party. shoutout uh. lundgaard. i could talk about logan sargeant probably forever?? he was my guy. with all one of his formula 1 points. logan i miss you </3 i still want him in an indycar seat one of these days but who knows what he will do with his life i will just be over here. with all the sargeant-branded merch i already own. and arguably the 3 american races have more outline than any of the other races oops! that and like. the last few. the end of the fic has always been clearer to me than any of the middle, and we are going to be in my un-outlined middle for a while. no plans all vibes. best way to write a fanfiction trust me i would know

thank you thank you finals week finals weeked and then i was working and doing a bunch of nothing now i'm like. sitting in my bed at home. it's a great time. university is Great i'm going to be here 5ever because i changed my major this past semester... and it was my third year in the major i was already doing... so like. Yeah. the creative writing to aviation major pipeline doesn't exist i created it

that's enough about me! thank you for the thoughts on jack's many ways of contradicting himself, sometimes i feel weird about it i think because characters Are often written to be more perfect than actual humans? idk it feels like something people could read and be like "this doesn't make any sense he said x before and now he's saying y?" but like Yeah people do that all the time. i do that. so i'm glad i left it like that, and i'm sure jack will contradict himself again at some point before the fic is done lol. he's a very complicated guy to write

i'm the younger sibling out of two so most of what i write in sibling relationships is at least a little bit projecting - i don't have a younger sibling though, so i arguably project more onto the quinn-jack side of things, which is maybe why it is the way that it is. not that my older sister is a retired NASCAR driver or anything. but yknow. vibes and all that. i will never stop teasing monaco muahahaha i have not enough plans about when ch5 is gonna end soooo things are happening that is all i know for certain

race car driver insanity is real and in all honesty it will Likely come up again at some point. in all of the fic i have left to write. who knows. shoutout to jack throwing a condom on the floor idk what led me to writing that scene like that but i have officially opened That rabbit hole and now i get the pleasure of dealing with it for the rest of the fic. fucking. crazy person. jesus christ. and i knew it was 23 because i was like. max won that race and iirc lando won this past season? miami doing miami things. that race happened while i was working in disney so i did not watch it but i remember talking to a guy on race day while i was at work who was wearing a mclaren shirt so i was like. i am sure you are having a good day (on working in disney, a lot of f1 merch out and about, and it was mostly checo. so i'm sure they're all having great times Now)

yay i'm glad you like the fuck you scene (good name) i was getting self-concious about it at the end like did i make him say 'fuck you' too many times LMAO but it was in the cards. jack is just Like That. and the Not Talking layer is a very important one... they will communicate eventually i Promise all will be revealed (or at least most) at some point but right now they are still going to be stupid. i'm gonna. i have plans. Trust. yeah if nico asked jack about a safe word i think he would leave. like. the reality that they're doing anything safe word-worthy with each other would probably kill him

hallways are a very important space to them for some reason. i could probably make something out of that even if it was originally intended as like. idk convenience? i purposely didn't have them in a bed until miami because of the way it feels more like a commitment than just getting pinned to the wall so it kind of always ended up being the door or the wall next to the door or something. dw we unlock a new space in monaco. you can probably guess what it is based on Context Clues

[cmyk-anaglyph-honeycomb]

Hazbin Hotel Episode 5 Live Blogging

Spoilers below

Oh god this is kinda long. Again it is past midnight and I wont be editing this.

Three minutes in and I hate everything about Charlie's dad. Dude moves like a pool noodles. Not that big of a fan of his voice, but it matches everything else that's going on with him.

Rubber ducks?

The texture on whatever the edge of that couch looks like frozen static. Why is it like that? is it supposed to be glittering?

Everyone helping to fix up the hotel is nice but that level of support and cooperation kinda feels like it comes out of nowhere. Not a single on of the hotel gang had a comment about showing Satan a beatup hotel or that he's THE GUY in hell and they are perfectly okay and normal about meeting him. NONE of them are nervous about it???

Alastor looks like he's about to go feral, lol

Razzle and Dazzle suddenly showing up with zero introduction, that neat. And there the kitty that I assume is the hotel key and a mich needed plot device at the end of the season.

Wait are R and D pets?? Oop, they're they go. Nice cameos guys.

Acknowledging that Alastor named it the hazbin hotel only raises more questions as to why the named was kept.

Alastor not knowing what lucifer looks like feels wrong. Again he is THE GUY of hell, how does no one, especially an overlord, not at least know what he looks like.

Alastor saying fuck you is jarring, but in a funny way.

Lucifer is so hard to watch. Song time.

Alastor as a nun

Why are they having a dad battle?? what is their beef they've literally never interacted. It's just on sight.

oh god the fiddle.

accordion??

He called him a deas!?!

random woman...? Mimzy, okay.

She did not need to push Pen like that, poor man.

Finally Alastor backstory- hold on that doctor overlord tho.

Alastor being aggressive toward Husk is good development with Ep 4, but this should have happened first or in the same episode. Or the two episodes should've been released as a set. Anyway, see him come off as an antagonist is good considering he's supposed to be one and all.

Vaggie why would you mention Angel's drugs while trying to sell lucifer on your road to redemption plan?

Lucifer's 'wackiness' is getting tiring fast what's his character supposed- THAT FUCKING STATIC IS BACK. Its on the windows too now.

Somebody fucking said it, thank you. I don't doubt that Charlie coukd redeem so sinners, but most of them are used to doing whatever they want. Being in heaven is a hard switch and considered tge extermination are for fun, anyone who might get redeemed is not looking at a good time. Maybe if there was a way for them to be reincarnated thenthat would work better.

Giant Alastor. Welcome back to may favorite character list.

The hotel gang eating popcorn is funny. No notes.

Alastor actually carring about the hotel is interesting. Even if it is just for entertainment, him telling Mimzy to leave like that was neat. Also, is it just me or is Mimzy animated odd. It feels jerky, but not in an intentional way.

Song #2.

He sounds like a country singer trying a new genre for the first time.

He says that he cares about her so much, but he actively doesn't interact with her. Charlie says as much at the beginning of the episode.

Oh cool so they were never close, why?

Lilith is faceless because...? It kinda takes you out of the sad song moment.

Literally what was stopping them from getting to know each other? They lived in the same house. If ut was Lilith, she's been gone for seven years. If Lucifer cared about knowing his daughter that much he should have jumped on the chance, not make rubber ducks, or whatever he was doing. It wasn't like he was ruling hell cuz no one knows what he looked like.

Wait, why could Mimzy guess who he was if Alastor hardly knew him?

Credits are rolling. I did not care about either of the songs. Alastor makes this episode, Lucifer shatters it. He isn't even convinced Charlie's plan could work, he just wants to support her. Like good job as a dad, but support alone isn't going to get the job down.

Hopefully the next episode will answer if redeeming sinners is even a possibility, like physically.

Ep 5 is like my second or third favorite only cuz I don't really feel anything for the first two.

[twilightmalachite]

Love Letter - Mirror mirror 5

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne, Niki, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"Ughh, I never want you to call me a chuunibyou ever again…!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Staff Dining Hall

Rinne: Hey, hey, who are ya callin’ cursed?

Yuuta: I said the worst, not cursed… No, both of those apply to you, don’t they, Rinne-senpai?

Rinne: So I’m a man who carries the burden of being the worst and being cursed? What is this, didja catch a case of chuunibyou, Yuta?

Yuuta: Ughh, I never want you to call me a chuunibyou ever again…!

Niki: Now just hold on, Rinne-kun! The employee canteen is a place for eating, so I’d like it if you quieted down.

Rinne: How come there's nothin’ in your hands, Niki? Where's my food?

Niki: How am I gonna serve you anything if you don’t place an order for it. Please use HoldHands and order properly.

Rinne: But I wanna eat your yummy food for free! C'mon, quit your grumblin’ and get on cookin’…☆

Yuuta: Rinne-senpai, how are you not embarrassed extorting food from someone?

You'll spend money on gambling, but spending L$ for a meal is too much for you?

Niki: Ooh, razor-sharp argument there…! You're super right though, the only things I can provide Rinne-kun here are water and seasonings.

Yuuta: Here, help yourself to some seasoning if you want. We have cayenne pepper, tabasco, and death sauce you can eat, or I guess, lick?

Rinne: What kinda infernal line-up is this… Actually, what’re ya doin’ eating even more spicy food, Yuta?

Those rice crackers from earlier were fine, but now even the smell of spice is so strong it’s makin’ my own mouth sting…

Yuuta: Hehe, if you really don't wanna order through HoldHands, you’re welcome to take a bite from my plate, y’know! ♪

Rinne: Naw, hold on… Didja just add death sauce on that before offerin’ it to me?!

Yuuta: Ehehe, oops, you saw that?

Rinne: Hey, Yuta? You know that hurting yourself with spicy food is usually a way to cope with stress, right?

Right now, you’re tryna overload and erase your own pain and stress by overwhelmin’ your senses with spice and more pain, y’know.

Yuuta: Please don’t doubt my love for spicy food. Extra spicy food is my favorite, and that’s all it is. It has nothing to do with my stress—

Niki: Oh! Is the thing you told me ‘bout earlier what’s stressing ya out, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: (Shiina-senpai, no one asked…!)

Rinne: Talkin’ ‘bout what earlier…?

Niki: Some argument over 2wink's unit plans, I think. Somethin’ like that, right, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: (You're telling him about it, too!? I know you don’t mean any bad of it, so I can’t really get mad at you though…!)

…Yeah. Well, a bit. There’s all sorts of things.

Rinne: Gyahaha! ☆ Ya can't just keep sayin’ “all sorts” like that! ♪ Ya keep tryin’ to play it off, but your face is sooo sour!

Yuuta: ……

Rinne: See, what a great face! I’ve gotten invested in this sibling quarrel of yours. So if ya need any help, I don’t mind helpin’ ya out, ‘kay? ♪

Yuuta: You say that, but you’re just here to use us as entertainment, Rinne-senpai.

The last thing I want to do is accept your help… I mean, who knows what you’ll do, or want me to do.

Niki: That’s right, Yuuta-kun! It’s better to not listen to what Rinne-kun says!

Yuuta: (…Ahh, but… If I do let Rinne-senpai help, I wonder if it’d surprise Aniki. I wonder if he’d get worried about me…)

(Eventually going, “Yuuta-kuns become a bad kid!”, or something. I wonder if he’d be at a loss, or even feel regret…)

(When I said those harsh things to Aniki earlier, he just went silent without a word. He didn’t even talk back.)

(You know why? It’s definitely because Aniki gave up! So he swallowed his words!)

(I wish he would just… Talk back to me without holding himself back! What do I have to do to make that happen?)

Yuuta: ……

Rinne: …Niki, look! I think he’s considering it!

Niki: Come on now, he seems to be seriously pondering over it, so what are you doing making a joke of it?

Yuuta: (…Hey Aniki, you know what I should have told you? If you’re going to keep on sacrificing yourself for my sake, then…)

…*exhales*

Rinne: Ya sure took your time, Yuta. Your food’s probably cooled all the way down by now, huh?

Yuuta: Who do you think's the one making me waste my time? If you want to pay me back, then lend me a hand.

Rinne: Oh?

Yuuta: To be honest, I don't feel good about it. But, I thought it’d be the most effective way to get things done.

I’ll take it, your hand.

Rinne: …♪

Location: Break Room

Meanwhile, in the break room…

Hinata: Ha… Haaaah~….

(What am I even doing…! Didn’t I see Yuuta-kun’s face at the end there?! That's definitely going to haunt my dreams tonight~!)

(Still though, I’d be happy to get to see Yuuta-kun in my dreams… No, nevermind that. What I need to do now is use this time to figure out what exactly I did wrong.)

(I need to cool my head too, not just Yuuta-kun. I need to calm down, and figure out what I should’ve done instead for Yuuta-kun.)

(…Wait, hold on… How come I get the feeling that there isn’t even anything I could’ve done in the first place?

(Hey, Yuuta-kun… What should I do for us to be able to have fun, together?)

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[crepuscularqueens]

tysm for the tag @sambambucky <3 <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,604

3. What fandoms do you write for?

marvel (mostly sambucky but i've played around with other pairings), the magicians (penntin, queliot, wickoff), ofmd, and one black sails fic (despite that being my main fandom i guess lmao, it's so hard to write for because i can't make it better. i just have to make it worse. and boy do i have plans to make it Worse.) (also i do have an rnm fic, almost forgot about that! i would love to write more i just need the inspiration and motivation to hit at the same time lmao)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

he kisses me softly to wake me up (by a wild amount, which i think was just luck of timing with that fandom blowing up overnight) flowers for the gentleman (first published sambucky fic. looking back on it it's like... cute but could be better. natasha is in it though) held by you (felled by you) (my fav of the ofmd fics i put up, personally) what you wanted (first of my tfatws series that accompanied the show. literally wrote each fic as the episodes came out, it was so fun and idk how tf i kept up with it) hear my name in your mouth and i'm done for (hahaha. yeah.)

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

i love responding to comments hehehe! bc i love getting responses when i comment on other author's fics idk it just feels so fun! and when you notice the same people commenting on your fics idk it's just. holding hands with all of you love you sm <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg uhhhh jinx i think mine also be a samsteve one lol. stuck in the bed where we lie bc i love writing angst but i usually resolve it? but they're my favorite tragedy forever.

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

hmmm i guess after it all calms down? resolution of my tfatws series

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not on anything that's still up teehee <3

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

it's mainly what i write haha oops

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

crossover is when there are characters from two separate medias in one fic right? not like taking characters from one universe and putting them in the other? if it's the first then... no not anymore. no further questions.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (i'm not like... overly concerned by the idea)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone once translated a teen wolf fic i wrote into russain

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i am open to the idea of collaborating like that (i've done events where i drew art to accompany a fic which was really fun and i miss that event a lot)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i am so so bad at picking favorites, but if you want to go by what i have the most fics and wips for it would be sambucky

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

i want to finish shores begging for big moons so badly im so sorry to everyone because. it was so so fun to write! and i had this big grand plan and knew how it would all work out and then.... i hit a wall and now it's been years and i cry for her every day. i could save her! i could do it! but i also need to reread it bc i can't remember the details anymore lmao. it's a daunting task.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think like... rhythm if that makes sense? like i get into a groove of this is what is happening, here are the beats, this is the action and this is the dialogue and it flows so nicely and has a good rhythm to it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

focusing. i get distracted soooo easily, what is that all about haha. ha.

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

i love seeing it in fic! i'm always scared to include it bc i don't want to mess anything up, so i usually have it from another character's POV and that they don't know what's being said. which is a cop out, i know. i should probably be better about looking into translations!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter (i know. there is no need to talk about it)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

how do i choose! tbh it's a tie between i bit the fruit and holy water. don't read into that.

absolute no pressure tags for @dr-lizortecho @unwholesome-gay @verdanthoney @nymhciv !

[leviathanverse]

Bonus Chapter: Bloopers

Chapter 1:

Y/n: How do I use this thing?!

Me: This is the fifth time I have to show you!

The actors: *Laughs in the background*

Y/n: I hate my role!

Me: Suck it up!

Chapter 2:

Y/n: Why do I always get to do missions?! Oh wait- favoritism.

Me: Y- WHAT?! NO! You are the main character! That's why!

Y/n: Favoritism.

Me: Shut up!

Chapter 3:

Me: Is the dragon ready for the shoot?

Mylou: Yes! But he doesn't want to listen!

Me: Get him to behave then!

Mylou: I am trying!

Y/n: That is a big ass dragon!

Me/ Mylou: You just notice this now?!

Y/n: No?

Me: *Sighs*

Mylou: ...

Chapter 4:

Y/n: *Reads their script*

Me: ....

Y/n: *Eyes widen as they spit out their coffee* WHY THE FUCK AM I GOING TO BE A PSYCHO IN THIS PART?!

Me: ...

Mylou: We like drama.

Me: *Wheezes after thinking about the meme*

Chapter 5:

Y/n: *Looks at Zoha, at their script and back at Zoha repeatedly and then at me* I AM GOING TO GET EATEN BY HIM?!

Me: Yes. You have a problem with that?

Y/n: How am I going to stay alive?! And why do I have so much trauma?!

Me: Ask Mylou about the eaten part. As for trauma? More drama.

Mylou: *Looks at us while trying to control Zoha* I AM TRAINING HIM!

Zoha: *Runs around the studio*

Me: *Casually sips coffee* This is normal.

Chapter 6:

Me: You ready?

Mylou: Yeee- wwwwwooooooaaaaahhhhhh!

Me: *Facepalms and sighs* Nevermind. We'll take the shot when you are done being dragged around by Zoha.

Chapter 7:

Me: And cut! Well done everyone!

Y/n: *Getting the slime off* Yeah. At least I didn't get knocked off my f- *Gets swept off their feet by Zoha's tail* Nevermind.

Me, Sakura, Mylou and Yami: *Laughs*

The actors playing as guards and poachers: *Falls on the ground while laughing*

Y/n: Assholes. Don't laugh at me!

Chapter 8:

Me: Everyone in place?

Y/n: I am so ready!

Me: Good! Because the Moon Wraith is ready!

Y/n: WHERE WAS THAT IN THE SCRIPT?!

Me: Nowhere. Just added it.

Mylou: Magic.

Me: *Wheezes*

Chapter 9:

Y/n: *Chatting with Yami*

Me: Everyone get ready!

Y/n and Yami: *Holds their hearts* That scared me...

Me: Good. Means you are ready for the next shoot.

Chapter 10:

Sakura: *About to say something but forgets the script* What was I supposed to say again?

Me: OH COME ON! This is the 30th time!

Sakura: Suffer.

Chapter 11:

Sakura: *Reading her script*

Yami: What are you doing?

Sakura: Reading my script. *Sips liquid in her glass*

Y/n: What's that in your hand?

Sakura: A drink.

Y/n: Vodka! I like your st-

Sakura: Viniger.

Yami: What?!

Sakura: It's viniger.

Yami and Y/n: Coward!

Chapter 12:

Y/n: I love the wounds.

Sakura: Shush! Let me finish your make-up!

Y/n: ... Did you know that-

Sakura: Shut up!

Chapter 13:

Y/n: Guys... I have a fever.

Me: Oh! What a coincidence! I was just finishing your script of having a fever!

Y/n: You have got to be kidding me.

Me: Nope! Besides, Mylou is getting Zoha ready!

Y/n: *Sobs in suffering* WHY ME?!

Me: Because I planned so!

Chapter 14:

Yami: This is the most ugliest outfit I have ever seen in my entire life! Who designed this?!

Me: *Gasps* How dare you?! I spent £700 on that!

Yami: *Rolls eyes* Yeah right.

Me: *Cries* Why you bully me?!

Chapter 15:

Me: *Sees a roach* Oh hell no! *Runs away*

Chapter 16:

Y/n: Anyways, I got my nails done!

Chiyeko: What nails?

Y/n: ...

Zika: Hey guys! I did my hair!

Every actor except Y/n: Oh my goodness! So pretty! I love it!

Y/n: *Sulks in a corner* Why me before the shooting?

Chapter 17:

Y/n: Has anyone seen my costume?

Reina and Kai: *Has pink and green pain on their clothes* Nope!

Y/n: *Whines* Guuuyyyyysssss!

Chapter 18:

Y/n: Soo.... why am I doing this in the scene?

Me: Because I said so.

Y/n: Ah! Okay, okay!

Not even 5 minutes later

Y/n: I'm a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world!

Me: Keep the noise down!

Mylou: ... Why did I agree to this?

Me: Because I love your au.

Chapter 19:

Koju: Stop saying weird shit!

Me: You aren't in the script!

Koju: Oops-

Me: *Groans* I need more coffee.

Zoha: *Chews on some of the wires*

Me: Mylou! Your pet is eating the wires again!

Chapter 20:

Y/n: ... Why am I here? Just to suffer?

Me: Is that a meme?

Y/n: You need some milk.

Mylou: *Feeds Zoha cows* Huh? Who?

Me: *Dying inside*

Chapter 21:

Hīrā: Why am I not on screen?!

Me: Because you have no important role.

Hīrā: *Cries*

Me: I love your pain.

Everyone: *Concerned*

Chapter 22:

Me: Y/n! Follow your script!

Y/n: *Doing ballet* Shut the fuck up! I am practicing!

Sakura: I shall pray for you.

Me: COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Y/n: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Yami: So? Where was I?

Sakura: By the time you wrestled a crocodile?

Yami: Oh yeah! Anyways!

Chapter 23:

Y/n: Uno!

Zika: I thought we were playing Go fish?

Y/n: ... Oops-

Chapter 24:

Y/n: *Manages to pull a muscle* Ow.

Me: How did you get that right?!

Mylou: *Watches the chaos unfold* I love drama.

Chapter 25:

Chiyeko: Kai! Where are you! *Sees Kai in a dumpster*

Kai: ... Leave my house!

Chiyeko: THAT'S A GARBISH BIN!

Kai: IT'S A DUMPSTER!

Chapter 26:

Mylou: Should I be concerned?

*All actors panicking at Zoha chasing them*

Me: *Sips coffee* Nah. This is better than a movie.

Chapter 27:

Yami: *Stares at Sakura*

Sakura: *Stares back at Yami*

Me: *Using a megaphone* Alright everyone!

Yami and Sakura: *Dies from heart attack*

Me: Oops.

Chapter 28:

Mylou: Zoha?! Where are y- oh. Hello!

Yami: *Held like a teddy bear by Zoha* Help...

Mylou: *Takes a photo*

Me: Huh? *Wheezes when seeing Yami's predicament*

Chapter 29:

Me: ... Who knows how to take care of a small fire?

Sakura: Oh! I do!

Me: Follow Me!

Not even a second later in the kitchen

Sakura: How did you manage to set the microwave on fire?!

Me: My problems.

*Cardboard boxes in the door way*

Sakura: *Screams*

Me: *Wheezes*

Chapter 30:

Zika: Does anyone know what ADHD stands for?

Mylou: Y-

Zika: It actually stands for Attenttion Deficit *Sees me with donuts* Hey Donuts!

Mylou: *Confused*

Chapter 31:

Y/n: Ummm... Hello there!

Me: *Facepalms* Not again.

Zoha: Hello!

Mylou: *Laughs*

Me: I need more sleep.

Chapter 32:

Yami: *Sees something in the script* Huh?

Y/n: What?

Yami: That's new. Never knew I was flat.

Y/n: *Spits out her coffee* What?!

Yami: Yeah... just saw that in my scripts.

Y/n: Wait- why did you read your entire script?

Yami: Was bored.

Y/n: ○-○

Chapter 33:

Me: Nice job everyone!

All the actors: *Dead*

Me: Okay! You can take a three hour break!

All the actors: *Comes back to life and talking*

Me: ...

Chapter 34:

Me: Mylou! Where are your pets?!

Mylou: IDK!

Lights go out

Mylou: Oh wait- I know now.

Me: Oh do you?!

Chapter 35:

Everyone: *Epic fight between who eats the last slice of pizza*

Me: *Eats the last slice* Delicious.

Everyone: *Stares at me in disappointment* Not again.

Me: Lol.

Chapter 36:

Me: Mylou, get Zoha.

Mylou: I can't.

Me: What do you mean you can't.

Mylou: He sleeping. *Points at Zoha*

Me: *Looks at Zoha* Awww! He can sleep!

All the actors: Favoritism.

Chapter 37:

Zoha: *Angry as fuck*

All the actors except Y/n: *Scared*

Y/n: Morning Zoha! *Skips into the kitchen*

Zoha: *Happy*

All the actors except Y/n: ... HOW?!

Chapter 38:

Me: *Starts filming*

Mylou: *Forgets we're filming* Good boy. *Pats Zoha*

Everyone except Mylou: Aaaaawwwwwww!

Chapter 39:

Sakura: Why did I die?

Me: I like drama.

Mylou: *Wheezes*

Sakura: And I like b-

Me: We know. You love Chiyeko.

Sakura: *Embarrassed*

Chapter 40:

Sakura: I am back from the dead!

Me: *Stops filming* Stop ruining the filming!

Sakura: *Flips the bird*

Me: COME HERE! Let's see how you enjoy being carried by a dog dragon!

Mylou: ●_●

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[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

@galactic-pirates thanks so much for the tag!! ❤️❤️❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

77, currently. Participating in my first October in fandom really boosted my numbers. Most are Stargate SG-1 stories.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

400,661.

I thought it would actually be higher, but I've only been on AO3 since May of this year, so...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sanctuary (22) and Stargate SG-1 (53) , currently. My two favorite fandoms and I'm really trying to boost my Sanctuary numbers since I've burst on to the scene of a such a small fandom I love.

I have written an X-Files story, but I don't plan on writing more.

I did write for Fantastic Beasts (3) a few years ago and posted my old works because I was proud of my writing, but I'm not currently in that fandom.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Flufftober really changed my numbers, so this is my brand-new tally. All of them are Sam/Jack one-shots. (Hence the short summaries)

One Snowy Day (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 53

Off-planet, Sam comes down with a cold.

Two Kinds of Sparks (Stargate SG-1, Tumblr request) - 52

Sam Carter owns her own mechanic shop, struggling to get by. Her day gets a lot more interesting when a mystery man comes into her shop for repairs.

One Rainy Day (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 51

On a rainy day off-planet, Sam and Jack hang out in a tent.

Blue Jell-O (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 48

Five times Jack didn't eat blue jell-o and one time he did.

Oops (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 46

Sam accidentally injures Jack.

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

My policy is always to respond to comments, because I very much appreciate getting them and want to express my gratitude to the people who took the time to leave a comment.

My one, new exception is one particular user. I've started ignoring them after seeing they were continuing toxic behavior (that I didn't recognize when it was aimed towards me) towards a fellow writer and friend. (I will elaborate under the hate question)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof, I write a lot of angst and whump, but I try not to leave off with an angsty ending and I have a lot of on-going stories that aren't going to have 'happy' endings when I get there. Hmm....

I'd have to say right now it would have to be 'You Said You'd Never Leave' (Sanctuary), because that involved canonical whump and angst. 'The Last of the Tau'ri' (Stargate SG-1) probably also counts, but since it was a crossover/rewrite based off 'The Last of Us' with the characters, I don't count it as being *my* ending.

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

Here comes this question right after Flufftober. Ha! (I now have many fluff endings).

Probably 'To Love is to Hurt' (Fantastic Beasts), but I'm a little reluctant on that one, though it does involve fluff, healing, and a baby.

'First Night' (Sanctuary) involves so much family feels, though, I have to slip that one in there too.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Now this is complicated. I once had a reader tell me they wanted to block me for my story 'Laundry Day' because I disgusted them.

Other than that, as I previously mentioned, I have had problems with a toxic reader/commentor. They have (sometimes) told me I did good on a story, but then immediately try to tie each Sanctuary story into their precise view of canon, and correct me when I didn't fall into that, editing their comments upwards of a dozen times.

They used language such as 'I was surprised by this, but I'm okay with it' and 'I thought you put this in here because you just really liked this in Sanctuary, not because it lined up with the crossover' and 'You have become repetitive in your dynamic' followed by 'You have succeeded in surpassing your roadblock' on the next chapter.

So, it wasn't *hate* precisely, but most definitely very toxic/bullying behavior that I didn't recognize until I wanted to explode in defense of a friend.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope. I wouldn't know where to start.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, I do!

My story 'Come Now, Little One...' (Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary) is a story about Sam Carter being Helen Magnus's biological daughter and being raised in the Sanctuary Network before joining the SGC.

'Tesla's Moving Castle' is a Sanctuary/Howl's Moving Castle crossover that is so much fun.

'The Abnormal X-File' (Sanctuary/The X-Files) is about Mulder and Scully discovering the Five and the Sanctuary Network.

I have many other ideas I haven't gotten down yet.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No that I am aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I would love to do so in my chosen fandoms with authors I'm familiar with/are familiar with me!

My sometimes-beta has proposed co-writing, though, so it may happen sometime soon.

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

Probably Sam/Jack if you look at my works. They're great. But I also refuse to choose between Helen/John and Helen/Nikola because they are great for different reasons. I'm actually new to shipping, so I stand by these for the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I don't publish without being certain I'm going to finish, so...probably my unpublished WIP about Sam Carter and Jonas Hansen, because I really don't know how to write that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would have to say my determination to finish my stories is probably my biggest strength. I've abandoned many (original) works in the past and I don't want to continue that, so I keep going, even when it's very hard.

I'm also pretty good at angst and whump and have lots of ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A lot.

I struggle with description of emotions and background, to the point where I'm always afraid my stories are lacking even when I'm very happy with them.

Fluff has been difficult for me (hence my undertaking of Flufftober) and I always feel my happy writing is forced.

I also overthink far too much.

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

I've sprinkled in a little bit and I would love to do it more, but I don't have access to anything other than Google Translate for most languages, so I'm hesitant to do so because I don't want to be wrong or disrespectful.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats. I never have (and never will) publish anything for it and I wrote it before I knew fanfiction was even a thing. I was a kid and obsessed with the battle kitties. I must have been around 10 at the time.

The first fandom I knowingly wrote a fanfiction for was Fantastic Beasts after the second movie was released.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Cruel to make me choose. 'The Abnormal X-File' is one of the pieces I'm proudest of, so it falls there because I'm rarely so proud of my writing. 'Bleeding Through the Blue' (Sanctuary, WIP) and 'Mind Over Matter' (Stargate SG-1, WIP) also fall in there.

Tagging @electricrogue, @wittywallflower, @lanistas, @misscrazyfangirl321, and @tina-mairin-goldstein

The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

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

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

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

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

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

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

[elliepassmore]

Assistant to the Villain review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: humor, fairytales, fun stories, cozy fantasy

I picked this up kind of on a whim and am glad I did. This is the kind of story that's fun to be fun. It's mostly slice-of-life, if said life was as a fairytale villain's secretary. It's a nice light read if you're looking for a funny fantasy. I will say, the book borders on camp but doesn't quite get there, and I think it would definitely be elevated if the author had fully committed and made it campy.

The world this book is set in is very reminisce of your typical fairytale world and has the vibe that fairy godmothers and poison apples are a relatively common thing. Everyone is pretty casual about magic as well, and it does seem to be a little genetic, though also not entirely. The villain is known as The Villain, though he seems more to be a nuisance than someone who's truly evil (heads hanging from ceiling aside).

Our protagonist, Evie, is in the role of managerial assistant to the villain and manages work such as, the best time to steal the king's shipment of gems and ordering new office paper. I liked seeing the mundanities of office life in a villain's layer since it does provide that juxtaposition between what you would expect from an office and the more nefarious things you would expect from a villain. Evie is fairly level-headed about things and does have a good sense of humor, probably necessary when you both work for a villain and when you're probably the clumsiest person in the kingdom. She's fiercely loyal though and more than willing to put in the work to solve a mystery and keep her friends safe.

The Villain is gruff but not mean or grumpy, he's just doesn't have a particularly sunny disposition. He's the kind of villain that thinks buying up all the puppies at the shelter so no one can have cute baby dogs is an evil plan. That being said, he does have more nefarious schemes, but by and large the Villain is mostly interested in doing evil against the king of the country rather than on the individual people. He has a hard time trusting, he's even perpetually suspicious of his own staff, but is generous and fairly forgiving to the people he does let in.

Pretty much all the other characters are more minor characters. There's Rebecka, who oversees the lair workers who has a rivalry with Evie; there's the beast tamer slowly trying to habilitate a dragon; the troll (ogre?) who bakes; and the sparkly healer who enjoys gossiping (I have, unfortunately, forgotten all of their names except Rebecka's, oops). Also there's a toad who communicates with hand written signs and wears a crown. His name is Kingsley.

As mentioned, this is cozy fantasy and largely slice-of-life, so there's not exactly a big plot. There��is a traitor within the walls of the villain lair and the characters in the book are working to figure out who it could be. But the stakes are pretty low until perhaps the very end, when the stakes become very real. It's kind of like Legends & Lattes in that sense, where there's definitely A Plot, but most of the story is focused on the day-to-day that surrounds the plot.

Overall I enjoyed this book and thinks it's a nice, light read if you're looking for something fluffy and not too heavy. It's a pretty fun book, but is definitely not very plot heavy.

[svartalfhild]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by @late-nite-scholar to complete this "get to know the author" tag game. Thank you~!

Tagging: @wayfaring-rune, @celamity, @boxingcleverrr, @mxphanes

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Just one? Well shit, that's tough. I have so many ideas percolating in my noodle, both in terms of writing and art.

Let's see...aside from my current ongoing march of ESO fic which is very likely to continue through the rest of the year, I do have a cyberpunk novel I've been wanting to continue working on. It's currently titled Ars Voltaica, and it's set in Detroit about a hundred years from now. It's about a young woman fresh out of college who gets into a corporate sponsored debt relief program in which she has to sign a contract to work in the data entry department of said corporation for five years and also live entirely on their campus. While she's there, she becomes privy to some information she shouldn't know and oops! suddenly she has to flee for her life. And that's just the beginning! There's a lot of stuff to do with androids in there. One of the central characters, the personal assistant of the corporate boss, is an android, and he's got wild shit going on with him. A lot of my motivation for this story comes out of me being mightily salty about how bad Detroit: Become Human is lol.

Anyway! In terms of art, the main thing on the docket is doing the final player character portrait for my DnD group. He's a Fallen Aasimar Conquest Paladin who's getting his holy power from Bane but doesn't realize it yet. He's played by my friend Jim.

2) Rec a book!

Aw shit I'm not the reader I used to be, and unfortunately I've disliked more of the books I've read lately than I've liked. I can always go back to reccing the Starlight & Shadows trilogy by Elaine Cunningham for the DnD novel inclined who want to read about a drow other than Drizzt or Jarlaxle who is also a lady. The story actually explains why drow magic works on the surface when it didn't used to. Also a good series if you're a fan of fancy wizard/scruffy barbarian romances.

3) Rec a fic! (outside your character tag)

Once again, I'm not the reader I used to be, but every now and again, when I'm thinking about my love for Perc'ahlia from Campaign 1 of Critical Role, I remember AFK: a critrole MMO AU and how fucking good it was, both in concept and execution. The premise is that the characters are living in the modern world and all know each other through playing an MMO together.

4) Rec music!

Kill the Alarm's album Fire Away is nothing but bangers (especially the title song) and tastes of distilled 2008 to me. Been listening to those songs for a looooong time.

Eva Under Fire's cover of Separate Ways fucking slaps and it's been in heavy rotation lately.

5) Share one piece of advice!

Let me share a writing secret from your friendly neighbourhood linguist: in fiction, grammar is your bitch, and anyone who tells you different is trying to sell something. Obviously it's good to know grammar rules, and a certain amount of obeying those rules is necessary for coherent and clear communication, but everything after that is fair game. You can have your characters speak in run-on sentences, because people do that all the time in real life, and it doesn't even always sound awkward. You. Can. Put. Periods. In. Improper. Places. You know why? Because bending and breaking the rules can convey something that following the rules can't. Think of the way people convey tone and cadence in their posts online or in texts. You can totally do some of those tricks in your writing to get the vibe you want, especially in dialogue.

Related: "don't split your infinitives" and "never end a sentence with a preposition" are fake rules literally made up by some asshole scholars during the Renaissance because they thought English needed to be more like Latin. Don't pay any mind to that shit. You can quote me on that.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 13- Part 5

Well joke’s on you, plant boy, because Xera doesn’t have a home! I think! Probably! Her backstory is very unclear right now!

…Pfft- wait, the game’s actually giving me the option? Okay, that’s a little funny, but sadly committing to the bit is not in Xera’s character at the moment, least of all under these circumstances.

Oh, he’s leading with Sandile already? I was expecting him to lead with a Grass-type again, but it’s whatever. If anything, this kinda helps my plan! Because yes, I actually do have a plan for this battle, and I think it’s quite neat!

But before implementing my plan…Decibel is, like, really close to a level-up, and Sandile’s probably charging up a Ground-type move (because Glare’s a Poison-type), so switching her in for just one turn should be fine.

Oh, it’s using Bite instead? Eh, still fine, especially with the Attack drop from Intimidate-

…I’m just not allowed to have anything, huh? Or maybe Caldera stole all of Decibel’s luck to fuel those Quick Claw activations earlier.

Look- I know I said before that I was never going to let Fern get a KO on me, but like, after all these battles, I was thinking of like- not caring about that as much, y’know? But this...this is just insulting! This is just RNG being mean! I’m not accepting an instant KO like that from Fern! So yeah, I’m resetting, because that was just mean!

So we’re leading with Decibel this time to make sure she gets that level-up EXP, then we’re switching to Glare to trigger Intimidate again, and THEN we get started on my grand plan! And that plan involves sending out Riptide!

But I’m not using Water Gun here, no- I’m clicking on Ice Fang! Because I’m 99% sure Fern is going to switch out into one of his Grass-types, but that’s fine- no matter who he sends out, the Sheer Force-boosted Ice move will decimate!

Aha, just as I thought! Now, who’s he sending out? It’d be really great it if it was Rowlet (probably a Dartrix by now), but if it’s Budew (probably Roselia now), that works just as well- 

Oops, but not if Ice Fang misses-

Okay, fine…we’ll try something else for the time being. Back to Glare!

I’ll start by healing Glare with a Potion, then use Glare™ to paralyze Roselia, then we’ll see how much damage we can do with Crunch.

Ah, Roselia has learned Stun Spore, I see how it is.

So we’re both playing the Paralysis game…

Or we would be, if he hadn’t switched back into Sandile-

But honestly, I was expecting that sooner or later. And in fact, this is very helpful, because now we can try the Ice Fang strategy again!

Don’t miss this time, don’t miss this time, hey he’s sending out Dartrix that’s even better just don’t miss this time-

YEAH, BIG DAMAGE!! I feel like that would have KO’ed if Riptide was even one level higher, but that’s what happens when the Grand Hall battle corner doesn’t give me anything to work with. Regardless, we can’t keep Riptide in like this, so let’s bring Glare back in to tank the upcoming Grass-type attack-

Honestly, maybe I should have used Caldera instead…? But this…can maybe still work. We got a Full Restore in the last chapter…I think now’s a good time to use it! We’ll have more eventually, it’s fine!!

OOH, QUIT IT WITH THAT OMNI-BOOST RISK! Hit it with Acid and get it out of here!

Thank you! Now he’s going back into Sandile, and Decibel still needs exp. points, so we start with her again-

And then switch into Blizzard to do some type advantage stuff!

Or…he would have, but a flinch from Bite messed up my strategy, and now I fear for Blizzard’s survivability here. So, here, let’s try going into Prong.

It may be a Ground-type, but it’s also a Dark-type, so Bug Bite should do great here!

Oh yeah, instant death!! That’s evolution for you!!

And as for the final Pokémon…I think now’s a good time for Decibel to get some real screentime.

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Book Chat: Trick Play

Fake Boyfriend (Book 2) by Eden Finley

Source: Amazon

MATT

Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life.

My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I’ll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn’t Noah Huntington III—the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

NOAH

Pretend to be Matt Jackson’s boyfriend, my best friend said. It’ll be fun, he said. What Damon neglected to mention is Matt is surly and bitter. Being his boyfriend is a job in itself. From his paranoia over being constantly photographed to his aversion to PDA, being with Matt isn’t the care-free fake relationship I expected when I signed on to do this.

It’s supposed to be a win-win. I get to stick it to my politician dad who thinks no one is good enough for the Huntington name, and Matt’s reputation of being the bad boy of football dies.

What I don’t expect is to start caring for the guy. That’s not part of the plan. Then again, neither is fooling around with him on my private jet.

Oops.

Source: Goodreads (2018)

I Did Not Expect to Love This but I Did

I'll be honest, I had low expectations for Trick Play. Noah did not strike me as characters I adore. And in the beginning of this book, I think I was equally as bored by Matt as Noah was. The whole fake dating concept in this book did not pique my interest either. When I said I had low expectations, I was ready to come out of this reading experience disliking the book.

Yet in the best twist ever, everything about Trick Play was nothing like I expected. If Fake Out was good, this was even better in terms of everything. Take the characters as example, I still love Damon and Maddox but Matt and Noah currently takes the crown for favourite couple in the Fake Boyfriend series. I have always loved a tortured character like Noah and when the characters downplay their pain and feed into the torturous negative expectations? I always end up loving those characters more than others. And even though Matt's not tortured like Noah was, Matt is another kind of tortured character in Trick Play, mainly because of his promises to Noah. You see how these two men surpassed Damon and Maddox so easily? Tortured characters, usually my kryptonite.

Other than the characters themselves, the writing and the plot was a hell of a lot better than Fake Out (by no means am I saying Fake Out was written badly with a weak plot). Personally, I just liked the writing in this book a lot more. The plot felt like there was more effort placed into developing it. Moreover, the tension-filled longing in Trick Play was everything. I am a straight female and I could feel everything Matt and Noah were feeling especially in those chapters when they were either pulling away or preparing their goodbyes. It's like I was there, or sometimes, even felt like I was them.

Last but not least, the chemistry between Matt and Noah. I mean, this is still part of the writing I am so amazed by, but their chemistry deserves its own spotlight. I don't mind instant love, nor do I mind characters lusting after each other. However, what made Matt and Noah different was that in their story, even though the lust was there but the care came first and their lust never overshadowed their care for each other, not even when they were in the beginning of their relationship and physical attraction was very much the main character.

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5)

P.S.: Chapters Twenty and Twenty-One, or the chapters surrounding these two chapters broke me so much!

More on the Fake Boyfriend series here: Fake Out (#1)

[fashionschoolreject]

introduction

Hi!!! (and welcome)

My name is Mo and after the constant urging of some of my friends [you know you are] I decided to create a blog dedicated to all of my costume design ideas courtesy of my extremely obsessive Pinterest.

It’s a lot of just styling and me being a nerd - so if that’s your thing ~ stick around. (also follow me on Insta @ dreaming.while.asleep) I know I don’t need to have credentials but I want the people to know that I do have some experience in actual costume design (I currently have a job in my university’s costume shop!)

(this was the first [real] costume design I ever did - and it was my outfit as the mysterious old man in my high school’s production of into the woods)

Aside from the Mysterious Old Man in Into the Woods, I did all of my costume design for my character in the spring production as well.

Mae (The Pajama Game): A Case Study

In the Pajama Game, I was cast as the character Mae and since I did well enough with the old man from Into the Woods, our director let me have free rein for my costumes as Mae.

Go through script: I started by going through my script and trying to get a sense of who the character was and how the director wanted her to be played

Further Development: Then I developed the character on my own by coming up with some likes and dislikes, and a playlist!

3. Inspiration // Past Mae’s: Then I took the time to go through and look at as many past productions of the Pajama Game as I could find (which wasn’t very many) and compiled them to get a sense of how the character was portrayed through costume

(Past Mae’s - as I said, my resources here were limited)

4. Creating a Pinterest board: I’m a Pinterest girly through and through - so I went to Pinterest and saved ideas about costume details I think would’ve been good to include

5. Put it Together: After I get my ideas, I used all of that to put together a slew of outfits for particular scenes and then sent them to the director for approval or revision

Key Details:

Colors: Pink, Green, Blue, Red, Purple White, Black

Lots of flowing silhouettes - usually nothing too tight

Tougher/more durable materials (not really light or delicate) materials

You can’t quite see the order here but all of the outfits were very character driven based on the point in the story

Overalls: practical, for factory work

Red sweater: I’m not at work, but it’s still comfortable

Baseball Shirt: company picnic and baseball game, when she finally gets the guy (because another girl rejected him but shhh)

Pink Top (Blue Pants): still working at the factory, but now it’s a bit girlier - she has someone to impress

Polka Dot Dress: for a number where I was a backup singer on stage (we all wore these)

Purple Dress (Black Sweater): for a top secret labor union meeting, it’s on the weekend and she went with a date - her dress has gotten even more feminine

Purple Dress (Red Apron): it’s the same concept of trying to appear more “ideal” in the conventional sense even aft the work place

Hernando’s Hideway Dress: all of needed darker lace dressed but mine was one of the less revealing ones that still had movement (it was also a velcro tear away dress?)

Green Dress: this is kind of when Mae comes into her own. It’s a dress but it’s not an overly feminine color or shape (it has pockets and fun details) and sneakers vs the heels from the rest of ACT II

Pajamas: since it’s the pajama game, this costume was arguable the most important - pastel colors but very loose and matches with her love interest (my last line was a sex joke tehe)

6. Put it on stage: In the end I ended up wearing 8/10 outfits that I came up with a planned for up there. Now presenting…the final result!!

Thanks for making it this far (oop-)

Note: this is the only post that is going to be formatted in this way - the rest is going to be pure fashion and fun

Note Note: I’m not actually a fashion school reject - I didn’t even apply (just thought it was a fun name), I got into film school and didn’t go and now I’m in university for marine bio and paleontology babyyy

[sailoryooons]

Carved | Four | jjk (m)

→ Summary: Hundreds of years after the Underworld wins the war, Vaesen - demon kind - rule the Realms. The Vanir - creatures of light and the Heavens - are hunted and enslaved by Vaesen. When the demon prince Jungkook is given one of the Carved - angels who have been stripped of their wings - he has no idea what to do with you. You, however, have plans you are determined to see through. Even if it means death in the end.

→ Pairing: demon!Jungkook x angel!female reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: Series

→ Genre: dystopian, urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst

→ Pairing: 8,254

→ Warnings: Graphic depiction of violence and fighting, graphic depiction of death and gore, depictions of death (including, but not describing the death of a child and family members), semi-complex fight scenes, mentions of manipulation and power imbalance, reader purposefully seducing Jungkook to get what she wants, mentions of something similar to subspace and reader taking advance of Jungkook in a subspace like state mentally, explicit language, power imbalances and mentions of enslaved creatures, Jungkook and reader get a little violent with one another but like.. in a pleasure able way so here we go for the sexually explicit warnings, reader goading Jungkook, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, Jungkook kinda gets right too it, rough, slapping and biting, Jungkook being pretty rough and slamming reader around and shoving her into things, vulnerable mental states and manipulation, mild dirty talk tbh this sex scene is incredibly mild in terms of what I usually do, ummm I don't know guys it's a dark urban fantasy with weird shit, unedited should be a warning because I did a grammarly check and nothing else oops. ALSO PLS KEEP IN MIND THIS SEX SCENE IS BLAND BECAUSE OF THE SPECIFIC SCENARIO THEY ARE IN. I ASSURE YOU MUCH MORE DETAILED AND EXPLICIT SMUT IS IN THE FUTURE, BUT IT WASNT THE VIBE HERE

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Series Masterlist: here

→ faq 

A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE. Sorry this was so delayed. I was dealing with writers block pretty severely, work has been really crazy and demanding, I've been really tired and also my mentally manipulative ex-boyfriend decided to unalive himself so that was a weird week, I was trying to find new apartments and yeah this chapter has been re-written at least 5 times. Also I apologize I said fuck it we ball and this is absolutely only edited with a grammarly check. I will edit in full tomorrow but I do not have the brain capacity to do it right now, she is Tapped Out but I promised I would post this mf chapter tonight. Does any one have any theories as to what's going on yet teehee.

©2022 haliiimede. all rights reserved. Reposting and/or translating is not allowed, even if you credit the story. Works are only crossposted on AO3. Find my AO3 here.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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Screams split the air. For a second, you hesitate, turning to the source of the chaos. It erupts beyond the door, startling several Vaesen inside of the room. You react first, shooting toward the door with Taehyung and Jungkook on your heels.

The sound that greets you is a symphony of shattering glass, surprised screams and varying degrees of carnage. A table flips in front of you as you enter the main ballroom. You sidestep it easily as it fractures against Taehyung, who hardly flinches before vanishing into the surging crowd of running and swarming Vaesen and Vanir.

With careful movements, you slid out of your heels, feet pressing against broken glass. It doesn’t bite or cut your skin – only real weapons can do that – but it’s uncomfortable as you take a defensive stance, aware how vulnerable you are in a tiny, sheer dress and no weapon.

Blood-slicked floors greet you. The screams of the Vaesen make your lips twitch upward slightly. Chaos has erupted in a tableau of overturned tables, shattered champagne glasses, pearl-draped demons hiding behind fractured, round tables, and a dark, wet hissing sound.

Whatever creatures have entered the room smell wrong, like honey gone sour or sweet cream curdled. Your eyes sweep the painting of chaos before you.

And then you see them.

Your heart stills for one painfully long second, stretched like skin pulled too tight over bone. They’re… seraphim but not.

The creatures have dark, pitted eyes with black veins rippling over sallow skin. They’re naked and feature no distinct gender, appearing stitched together. Their ribs are prominent and you’re unsure if it’s by design or emaciation. There are mismatched wings on their bodies, opening and closing uncontrollably at awkward intervals and angles like they don’t know how to use them - or maybe can’t.

A creature lets out a screech and cuts a vampire lord in half, blood spraying the wall like watercolor on canvas. There is a dozen of them, and they all have swords, crudely shaped but you can almost taste the adamas in the swords.

Fucking hells. They have swords of Heaven.

Jungkook appears at your side, dark eyes scanning the room as the Not-Seraphim spread throughout, cutting through screaming party goers who are unarmed beyond their own fangs and teeth. You can scent gore in the air and your blood hums: it smells like a killing pitch.

“Reaper.” Jungkook says the name like a command. The name is both yours and not yours. It is one of many names. One of many people you are. His voice slithers down your back, eliciting a shiver. He holds out a dagger. Reaper is the person Jungkook needs you to be. “Find my niece.”

You take the dagger and come alive. The hellstone throbs in your hand, metal carved from the deepest pits of the underworld and forged in hellfire. You tighten your grip and move forward.

One step and you’re in front of one of the Not Angels. It cocks it’s head and pauses, a series of clicks slipping through black, jagged teeth and a weeping mouth.  

A second step and death follows you.

Flesh burns. It singes your nose, something like spoiled flesh and rotten eggs. You can taste the sulfur as the creature wilts to the floor, body still twitching after decapitation. You bend over, snatching up the poorly made sword. It’s sharp enough, but the handle is crude and the blade is splotchy, mixed with many metals.

It hums in your hand, a pulse of power crawling through your palm and fingers like an electric current. You recognize the feel of adamas, a metal only found in Heaven realms deep in cloud-ringed mountains. For a moment your mind drifts, suspended between memory and imagination. You can almost see it: tangerine pink skies, the smell of orange blossoms, wind that is neither cold nor warm.

A creature lunges at you and the dream melts away. You duck under the blow, striking out with the dagger. It plunges to the hilt, a wet crack sounding as you puncture its ribcage. It screams and spittle flies. It doesn’t react to the knife, clawing toward you and opening a split maw of blood and black.

Cringing backward, you push with the dagger, shoving the creature away to provide space for the swing of your sword. The head severs, hitting the ground with a thud before rolling away. The body jerks, remaining vertical for a moment. Ripping your knife out, you send the lifeless body to the ground where it remains dead.

Interesting.

Another creature replaces the felled one, no weapon in hand but claws raking out at you. You shuffle backward, ducking away from the swiping talons. The creature flaps its wings once – the only one with functional wings, it seems – and surges forward, catching you off guard.

It knocks into you with the weight of a brick wall. The air leaves your lungs and you go down with the creature, it’s talons catching the flesh on your right bicep. You scream at the burn and fuck it burns. You look at where your skin burns black and wilted in three, jagged lines.

A blue-sparked flame catches your attention on the creature’s hands as it gnashes at you. You grab it around the throat, keeping razor teeth away from your face as drool and something else drips on your face. Your eyes zero in on the flame that comes and goes like it can’t control the heat on the tips of its fingers.

Hellfire, you realize.

Your mind expands, a searching radar for Jungkook. You sense him immediately, his mind like mist and rain tinged with hatred. His emotions are in turmoil, a churning storm of icy rain that bites into your thoughts and razor-sharp wind. There is a sense of no control, Jungkook’s churning storm ripping through his energies with something like feral-laced panic on the edges.

Jungkook, you call to him, feeding him your emotions as you shove back at the gnashing teeth of the creature pinning you down. He ignores you, his storm too volatile to sense you. You push harder, imagining that you’re brushing cool water down the bridge of your connection.

Jungkook flinches when he feels you. The storm pauses, like passing into the eye as the chaos settles around him. You use the opportunity to speak again. They can use Hellfire.

It takes a moment for him to respond. Understood.

Pulling away from the connection, you keep your minds tethered. The crackling energy and harsh storm stirs again when you pull from his mind, but it’s not as out of control as before, the thread between you an anchor as he refocuses on his own task.

Lightning crackles under your fingers as you shove with your hand, putting all your force into where you push back on the monster above you. The creature topples backward as you roll to your feet, movement fluid. Your dress is ripping near the throat, threatening to tear. You curse, begging the fabric to stay on a little longer.

You have no intention of fighting while spilling out of your dress.

Electricity charges in the room. Unchoked, you feel the thunder of your power looming on the horizon. Every time you call the lightning to you feels like a rush of adrenaline, the sparks dancing along every nerve of your body, lighting you up from the inside out.

This is your power. There is a moment where you consider letting it all go. You could supernova right where you stand, destroying everything within several miles. You know you have the capability – it's something you’ve dreamed of doing for years.

But it’s just a dream, and your dreams do not align with your goal.

Reigning in the urge to destroy destroy destroy, you instead focus the lightning on the creatures closest to you. The bolts let out a loud crack as you direct the energy to your targets. There is a flash and the smell of burnt skin and corpse, but you ignore it, pushing toward a forming group in the corner of the ballroom.

There is a concentration of fighting Vaesen, screaming and creatures near where you remember seeing Jungkook’s niece last. A body topples in front of you, and you step over it- later you will remember that it was a collared Vanir, naked and still tied to a chair on its leash.

You see Jihoon– he's covered in something black and slick, kicking out at one of the creatures. He has a single dagger in his hand, a retinue of guards dead at his feet, and you can hear the high-pitched scream of his daughter behind him. A single step in their direction is blocked by more creatures, hissing and clicking at you.

Jungkook appears at your side, covered in gore. His hands are black to the wrist, dripping in... something. You realize he’s fighting without a weapon.

“Are you ripping through them?”

“I gave you my knife,” he snaps. His mind brushes against yours, a torrent of chaos and loud noises and anger so hot you waver. You toss the dagger to him, spinning your new sword in your hand. “I think beheading them is the only thing that works.”

“Yeah, I discovered that thanks.”

A vampire gets turned to mist and splatter in front of you. You feel the hot blood hit your face. It smells metallic and like Synth from his last meal.

“Can you-”

You see it in his mind. The lightning that you can summon to destroy worlds. You nod once, summing the crackling energy inside of you.

A high-pitched scream interrupts you. Your eyes zero in on Kita, hiding under a table as her mother pulls the girl tight against her chest, baring her teeth. There's a red aura around her as she snaps her teeth at one of the creatures, a red arch of fire snapping out.

Fox fire.

Kita tries to imitate her mother, crying through barred teeth and a tiny flicker of flame humming around her. There are creatures closing in and you feel the snap of your power, targeting the creatures in a large area.

Power ripples in the room. You feel the urge to kill kill kill again. To destroy. To light the entire room up and burn it all down. You’ve done it before. You know the taste and smell of annihilation. You know the feeling of death brushing past you as he collects his dead.

The crack of a whip. A scream of agony. Blood in your mouth your hands your ears your neck, your arms-

You push away the desire to rebel. It burns bright, a hot coal ready to catch fire but you smother it. Pretend it isn’t there.

Rising up at the wrong time does nothing. Freeing yourself a long game. Giving in to your rage means failure, and you have failed and failed and failed and failed and -

The room flashes bright. Colors dance behind your eyes as you let go of the power. For a moment, everything is silent. The world is warped, the sulfur air charged with electricity. You feel the static tickle the nap of your neck, your arms, your mind.

You look around. There are no more creatures standing, black wisps of smoke curling toward a scorched ceiling. Dust motes float down. You stick out a hand, finger pointed as one lands on your finger. You realize it’s soot, the leftovers from the creatures you’ve thoroughly crisped.

Around the room, life – or what’s left of it – begins to stir. Glass crunches beneath feet and the sound of tables being righted sounds booming in the silence of destruction.

Jungkook and Ji-Hoon are on their knees, ducked under the table as they coax Kita and her mother from their hiding spot.

You assess the damage, eyes scanning the room and catching on golden collars. Diamonds resting on the hollow of still throats. Snapped gossamer wings under a broken body. A platinum leash tangled in a chair, its nymph counterpart missing her lower half.

There are more Vanir than Vaesen among the dead. Caught up in leashes and collars. Stuck in a brass birdcage. Shackled to a table. Your stomach turns but you don’t focus on the faces. Committing them to memory makes them mean something and nothing means anything to you.

“Reaper.” Jungkook’s voices radiates the space between you and the space unseen, echoing in your mind. You turn to look at him. He has a firm grip on Kita, the child pressed to his side as Ji-Hoon argues with his wife silently. “We are escorting them out.”

“We’re with you.” The oily voice makes you stiffen. You don’t have to turn to see Taehyung among the aftermath. You do see the kitsune lingering off to the side, his dark eyes flickering from the ashes to you. “Both of us.”

Jungkook bows his head. “They were concentrated around Ji-Hoon and none of his men remain. It’s safe to assume he’s a target. Reaper and Yoongi with Kita and Daiyu. Taehyung with us.”

Taehyung moves past you, no longer interested in teasing you. Jungkook presses close to his brother and you press Kita and Daiyu between you and Yoongi. The huli jing looks at you skeptically, holding her daughter’s hand fiercely. You don’t give it much thought, following Jungkook’s lead as he leads your group through a service entrance.

It smells like sulfur and rot. Damp air clings to your skin, forming a sticky second layer. You grimace. The clack of dress shoes is loud against the tile floors. The hall is too narrow for you to walk in groups, meant for only a few Vanir to come and go at a time. You move quickly in single file line, Yoongi at the front with Kita and Daiyu between you.

Jungkook’s mind waivers on the edge of yours. You can feel that he’s aware of you, as though he is turning over his should to see if you’re still there. You can’t see him from the back of the line, but he doesn’t severe the connection.

Probably don’t know how.

Servant corridors are long and complicated. When Jungkook approaches a split, he takes one hall over another confidently. You peek into his mind, seeing the flash of blueprints and memory of a layout on a screen.

You know the layout of the servant halls, you observe. Down your connection, you sense him flinching. You knew you would be attacked?

No. His voice is curt. His mind is a dark storm, words cutting through hissing rain. But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But what?

Focus on your task.

Your lips twitch and you feel him draw away from you a bit. But what? You wonder. He was hiding something and that just wouldn’t do. Cutting into his mind would be as easy as clipping the wings of a butterfly. But you leave Jungkook alone for now, following the dark hall, Taehyung and Jihoon’s hushed voices drifting toward you.

A small door in the hall, nearly invisible leads to a tunnel. You can still see flitting images and thoughts across Jungkook’s memory. He has no control to his thoughts, no way to block you out. He is unaware of the danger you present to his mind, laid open for the taking.

And yet you don’t.

The ground slopes beneath your feet. Your press your fingers on the wall, casting your senses. There’s damp, empty air on the other side of the wall and you can hear the hush of slow floating water. Above you, the ceiling vibrates. You’re in a tunnel in the sewers.

Your eyes drift to Jungkook. He was trained in escape routes in the building. And seemed to be one of the few Vaesen armed at the party.

Unarmed Vaesen. The thought leads you somewhere between pleasure and contempt. Only the creatures of the Underworlds could be so arrogant as to think they have nothing to fear. In a way, they don’t. Demons and their kind are the apex predators, the top of the food chain.

But even among themselves, enemies lurk.

The sheer stupidity is comforting – the knowledge that it comes at the expense of how little of a threat Vanir pose, is not.

A cool awareness brushes against the nape of your neck. You pause, the echoes of shoes and Kita sniffing silently ahead reverberating off the walls. Your instinct flickers and you turn your head a fraction, angling your ear toward the way you came.

Silence stretches and stretches. You frown, stretching out the net of your mind. It’s a strange feeling, opening that barrier and sense of other. It’s not a psychic ability as much as it is sensing energy, magic, and existence, something many Vanier and Vaesen alike can do.

At first, there is nothing but empty space. Ahead of you, your group pushes on. They don’t notice that you’ve stopped entirely, head cocked and tense.

Then you hear it – or at least perceive it. A soft hiss, the smell of death.

They’re here, you hiss down the tether between you and Jungkook. You feel his surprise and then his anger as you turn to face the back of the tunnel. Keep going and let me know when you’re out of the tunnel. If I light up in here, you’re going down too.

Good to know you care.

You scoff. I still have use for you, Dominus.

Something like irritation and resentment slithers down the connection from Jungkook. It makes you smirk, pleased at offering opposition. It’s been a long time since you could openly oppose someone the way you now can. It’s a risk, but it’s a calculated one.

Sometimes you must let the monster in to give it a sense of comfort. You remember the lesson. You think about the Vaesen who so easily move about the world without weapons.

Yes, letting Jungkook see parts of you is necessary. Dangerous, but ultimately worth it.

Shuffling, stilted movements echo toward you. Sliding your feet apart and bent slightly at the knee, you wait in a defensive stance. You leave the connection to Jungkook open. As you wait for the creatures to reach you, you periodically drift to observe Jungkook and the others. They’re making quick work rushing through a network of tunnels, moving faster now that there is a threat.

Lightning will do you no good in an enclosed space. While you won’t kill yourself, the walls of the tunnel are reinforced with metal rods and bracketing, a perfect conduit for electricity. With the running water crisscrossing in the sewer system just behind, you’re positive you’ll light up half of the underground network if you try it.

So you wait. Sword in your hand. Poised.

The first creature slides into your line of sight. The corridor is dark and without light, the shapes of the bent wings in a small space almost comical. They cannot move more than one at a time, a single file line of twisted limbs and rotten smell.

It sees you and pauses. There are soft clicks, the sounds bouncing back and forth. You frown, watching as they all stop moving, the clicks drifting between them at different intervals and cadences like… a language.

They’re speaking.

Whatever they are, they have some sort of intelligence. The humanoid shapes are all wrong, but you can vaguely sense something thrumming inside of them that is both like you and not. Your stomach flips at the implication that you can sense the creatures the way you sense Jungkook stopped at a fork in the tunnels, unsure of which way to go.

The clicking stops. You turn your attention away from Jungkook, narrowing that feed of awareness tied to him to the barest thread. For a moment, you and the first creature stare at one another. The next moment, it’s charging forward faster than you expect.

You duck as the creature slams into you. The breath leaves your lungs, feeling as though you’d been hit with the force of a thick wall, but you push up with your back as the creature topples over you, sending it sprawling. Your sword hand is fast, flicking in an arch to sever the head as the creature stumbles to regain balance.

The narrow space immediately becomes a problem. The next creature is on you, teeth snapping hungrily as you back up, stepping and slipping slightly on the ichor leaking from the dead body beneath your feet. There’s no room to swing your sword, so you’re forced to twitch the blade back and forth, parrying sharp stabs from your assailant.

Just like the creatures in the ballroom, these are uncoordinated. Their stabs aren’t fast enough, joints cracking and twisting awkwardly in lurching motions as they attack. Cutting through them is difficult in the lack of space. They press in on you, making you track backward to give yourself more room to fight. It’s not ideal – you’re leading them toward where Jungkook and the others have started moving again.

“Fuck,” you snarl, tasting foul ichor on your tongue as it sprays you from a sharp wound on the neck of one of them. It bellows and claws forward.

Summoning air in the tunnel you thrust a hand out, punching toward them with wind. It rips through the halls, whistling as the air rushes past you in violent torrents. It slams into creatures, propelling them backward.

While they’re crumpled and disorganized in a pile, you take ground back, advancing on them. They clamor over one another, shrieking and twitching their wings as they regain a sense of control. You summon wind again, ready to send another blast when a raw scream rips down your mental tether with Jungkook.

It’s violent and invasive, prying open your connection and funneling unfiltered pain and wrath into your own mind. Your vision goes white for a second as the emotional tidal wave of Jungkook overwhelms you, unexpected and uncontrolled.

A spark of blue is the only warning you get from one of the hellish creatures. You barely react in time, summoning wind again at a greater force. It screams toward you, quick enough to meet the blue flame of Hellfire as it fills the hallway.

Heat scorches against air. You scream in alarm. For a moment, you think your makeshift airwall won’t be enough to keep you from being turned to soot.

It holds, a steady wind current coming down the tunnel. Dust, dirt, and mice get picked up in your vacuum, spinning and slamming into the solid, opaque wall of air. You keep your energy focused on the wind as much as you can, Jungkook’s mental screaming almost too much of a distraction as you try and close the mental door between the two of you.

But Jungkook is untrained and the son of Sariel. His connection to you is strong and whatever he’s experiencing on the other side of the tunnel system is a deeper well than you knew he was capable of.

Gritting your teeth, you dig down into your well of power. It’s always there, a bottomless pit of energy and ability to use your gifts. Some witches call it magic. Faeries call it glamour. Angels call it grace and there is a spark of it there, tiny and imperfect, but enough for you to sustain the wind and shut the door on Jungkook just enough.

Snippets rush by you. They’re at the mouth of an entrance somewhere – almost out of the tunnel system. But they’re fighting – you sense more creatures and… others. Demons. Jungkook’s rage is a storm, battering down on your connection to him and exploding out of him as he fights.

Get out of the tunnels, you demand. Jungkook I need you to at least get out of the tunnels.

There is no acknowledgment that he’s heard you. There’s only screaming wind, the song of his fury, and heat building up on the other side of your wall. You smell molten metal and realize the creatures are going to bring everything down.

Jungkook, you scream at him. There is nothing on the other side, just anger threatening to swallow him whole. Jungkook!

Nothing.

Gritting your teeth, you shift a few steps back. You take a deep breath, feeling the heat on the other side of your air wall, and you shove hard through your mental tether. You feel Jungkook’s awareness, fire and rain. He feels you now.

Get out the fucking tunnel or I will kill all of you. This is your last warning.

And it is. Jungkook is useful. Using him is easier than the alternative, and having to come up with an additional plan after killing him while trying to escape the city is far too complicated, and near the realm of impossibility.

Sweat begins to form on your hairline. You feel the slick on your legs and your palms, the air over-warm. It continues to get hotter and hotter, kicking up several notches. Azure swims on the other side of the air you feed into your protect. It flares, growing stronger off the oxygen you provide it, but you have no other choice.

Silver drips from the ceiling. You look up, spotting liquified metal oozing through the earth’s ceiling.

Go. Jungkook’s voice is nearly a whisper. You realize you’re screaming with the force of the power you’re feeding into your wind. His words are like a release, a flip switching as you dive headfirst into the electric current of your lightning.

It’s an explosion. Heat and electricity meet in a caustic battle, the walls and floor rumbling as your lightning pulses from you more like a wave than bolts. You hear the crack, feel it vibrate your ears, and then there is only loud ringing as you stumble backward.

Dust, ash, and metal fill the air. You’ve brought down half the tunnel and you’re splayed on your ass.

Rolling over on your stomach, you try and push yourself to your feet. You slide in dirt and darkness. It’s difficult to breathe, the air filled with static and heated enough that your skin feels like you’re on fire. You manage to find footing and retreat towards where Jungkook and the others have gone.

Nothing follows you.

The high-pitched ringing does not leave you. A bit dizzy, you follow the thread of Jungkook’s existence, feeling the thread between you pull you toward him. His rage has turned to agony, and you know someone is dead, though you cannot discern who.

When you finally reach the surface, you understand.

There are masked Vaesen littered around an empty warehouse. You’re close to the Celadon River, the taste of salt in the air as it filters in from the sea. You cannot hear beyond the scream of your damaged ears, but the wind here is cool, coming in through a giant hole in the ceiling, freshly singed.

Similar creatures that hunted you into the halls lay in pieces. Jungkook stands expressionless, ringed by bodies. It seems the fight was centered on him, death laying quietly at his feet. Yoongi and Taehyung stand a few feet away, expressionless. Watching.

A single shaft of moonlight shines on Jungkook through the broken ceiling. It paints half of his face silver, his eye rimmed silver. The rest of his face in shadow. It’s an eerie picture, half of him light and dark, split between two worlds. A child slithers down your spine as your eyes drift away from the thunder in his expression to his feet, where his eyes are fixed and you see the source of his unending agony.

Jihoon and his family are no more.

-

Namjoon is the only other person at the apartment. You eye him warily as he stands in the living room, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the holoscreen. Images of the party flash on the screen. There are videos from security cameras, starlets filming the chaos while at the party, and media drones outside of the building as the police force descended on the scene.

Reporters stand in the carnage. There are still broken bodies of Vanir, stepped over as the reporters lead their filming drones through the rooms. You can see Vanir tied to leashes on chairs. Again, you don’t look at their faces.

After appearing from the tunnel to find Jihoon and his family dead, you were ushered home immediately. You went without negotiation, casting a single look at Jungkook. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, his expression flitting between exquisite pain and nothingness.

Sensing your presence, Namjoon turns his head a fraction to look at you. His eyes harden and his jaw flexes, onyx eyes not leaving you for a second. You remember your perceived place with him, casting your eyes to the screen to ignore the way he burns holes through you with just a look.

“Go away,” he grunts. “Your presence is bothersome.”

“I’m sorry, dominus.” You make your voice light and airy. “Why has master not come home with me?”

Calling Jungkook master burns your tongue. You make yourself look small, tucking your chin to your chest and curving your shoulders inward, like you’re bracing to be hit. You play with the hem of your shirt, which is too big like the rest of your clothes.

Namjoon scoffs, not buying it. “Because he has to deal with this fucking mess.”

“I should be with master- “

“Drop the act. Whatever you are, it isn’t Carved. If Jungkook wants to keep you and do whatever he wants with you, that’s fine.” You glance up at him. He stares you dead in the eye. “But I don’t like you and I don’t trust you. Stay in your lane, I’ll stay in mine.”

Namjoon leaves the room, the holoscreen casting blue light on the empty space. You listen to him go. He goes to his own room at the far end of the apartment and shuts the door loudly.

“Dick,” you mutter, entering the living room proper to look up at the screen.

The sound is muted, only showing the chaos. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name,” the apartment system responds, voice cool and clear. You recite your name. “Unregistered user.”

You snarl. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name.”

“Jungkook.”

“Voice recognition failure.”

“Just turn the fucking volume on!”

The elevator door opens behind you. You whirl on your heel, teeth bared in frustration. Jungkook walks through the door, barely sparing you a glance as he says, “Stop yelling at the technology. I didn’t program you into the system.”

“I noticed.” He walks into the kitchen, tapping the corner of a cabinet. It unlocks and pops open, revealing shelves of liquor. He removes a bottle and taps the cabinet shut. “Didn’t think you needed it.”

“Well if you’d like me to get bored and burn the apartment down, that is an option.”

“Be my guest. I have others.”

“Humble.”

Dark rage hums under the surface. Jungkook moves around his kitchen slowly. He places a glass delicately on the counter, pulling the cork from the bottle before pouring himself amber liquid. You sniff. Whiskey of some sort.

Jungkook is silent, but his mind is a torrent of emotions. Blood pounds beneath the surface, a beast begging to escape. You can almost taste the chaos within him and yet… he keeps it there. Sipping his drink and leaning on the counter as he looks at the floor.

“Namjoon thinks I should kill you,” Jungkook mentions.

“Unsurprising.”

“Yoongi does too.”

You shrug. “The way of the fox is unknown to me.”

Jungkook’s mind is wide open. You reach for it while he sips his whiskey. He doesn’t register as you brush against his thoughts, trying to sort through them. His mental is in chaos, thoughts racing through his head and flashes of his brother being cut down. Of Kita’s screaming.

“Do you know what those things were?”

You picture the creatures at the party. Their staggered steps, their rotting breath. “Something made, not born.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means I’ve seen a lot of creatures for the hundreds of years that I have been alive, but I’ve never seen whatever those were. Those things are not natural.”

“Most of what is in this world isn’t natural.”

“They are not natural to any plane. I felt…” You trail off and shrug your shoulders.

Navigating his mind while it’s in chaos is hard. You’re looking for the thread of conversation from earlier that night, trying to understand what Jungkook had been talking about when he trailed off about being prepared for assassination attempts. But it’s convoluted and murky.

Jungkook glances up at you. His face is a mask. You must admit you’re impressed by the way he looks calm and collected with the storm raging inside of him, threatening to crack the façade at any moment. “Felt what?”

“You didn’t feel them? Like the way you feel me?”

“Are you telling me you’re one of- “

“No,” you cut him off. “Not in the sense of they are me. But you couldn’t feel them like… dots on a radar. Little signatures of something?” He shakes his head. You hum for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air before you say, “Your untrained mind nearly got me killed.”

A ripple of anger goes through him and his thoughts become more confusing. You sense him boiling under the surface, a steady tremor building and building and building.

A frenzy. Jungkook is nearing a frenzy. If you could get him to fall into it…. you examine him. Coming down from a frenzy would put him in a state of compliance and exhaustion, making his mind open to sift through like forgotten paperwork.

You decide to incense him.

 “I mean it,” you snap when he doesn’t answer you. You square your shoulders and let your power drop into the room. “Your level of incompetence is worse than seraphim children. Total lack of discipline and an embarrassment to someone who was sired by Sariel.”

A flip switches.

Jungkook is pushing off the counter and moving toward you but you stand your ground, chin lifted, gaze cutting. His mask has slipped a fraction, lip curled. “What did you just say?”

“I said that your utter lack of control is insulting and beneath your station.”

“You are in no position to speak to me like that.”

You splay your hands. Jungkook heaves a few feet away from him. You see the wheels turning, sense his adrenaline shooting upward. You needle him further. “I think we both agreed that here, I’m in a position to do whatever I want.”

Jungkook is fast. He’s in front of you in moments, hand shooting out to grab you by the throat. You’re not surprised by the action as he slams you against a wall, sneering. But you are surprised by the giddy delight that shoots up your spine as his fingers close tightly around your base.

When he squeezes, it isn’t to cut off your air supply. You recognize the sign of dominance, the grip he has on a vulnerable part of you. It’s the most instinctual form of an alpha trying to regain the upper hand and you’re so delighted that you laugh.

“I own you,” Jungkook whispers. “Whether you want it, or whether I want to. I signed your papers. You are legally mine.”

You lift a leg and wrap it around Jungkook’s waist, tugging him toward you. He balks, hand going slack around your throat as your hips press against his. A wave of pleasure rolls through you but you focus on the way Jungkook stutters, pulling back from you.

“Yeah?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “You have the upper hand, dominus?” His fingers tighten but he doesn’t respond. You roll your hips into his, feeling the confidence from a moment ago slip through his fingers like sand. “What happened? I thought you owned me?”

“You are walking a dangerous line.”

“You’re doing nothing about it.”

“What do you want from me?” he grits out, teeth clenched. He’s shaking, loss of control so near.

“You own me?” you goad. “Then fucking use me, Jungkook. You’re two seconds from a fucking demonic frenzy and you don’t even have the sense to fall into it.”

“I don’t do that.”

You lean forward. He leans away but you crowd his space, eyes searching. You notice a mole just below his flush mouth, something you’ve never seen before. It’s soft. Endearing. You ignore the observation as your mouth brushes close to his, sharing breath.

“You’re afraid of your demon,” you purr. He says nothing, breathing heavily as he watches you, pupils dilated. “Weak.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then feed the demon, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hesitate. You watch him, his jaw working and his eyes staring at you. You see the moment he gives over control to the demon part of him, pupils turning into saucers as his hand grips your throat tight. He leans forward, pressing in on your space until you’re chest to chest and his mouth is at the shell of your ear.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, why didn’t you just ask?”

Your hands go to his biceps, digging your nails in. He hisses, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck to restrict your breathing. “I thought you owned me,” you taunt. “I’m allowed to ask?”

It’s the final push he needs.

A shift happens in Jungkook. Swiftly, he drops you and flips you, slamming you chest first into the wall. It knocks the wind from your lungs, making you gasp as he crushes himself against you, nosing your ear. His breath is hot, sending chills down your spine. You grin, knowing you’ve got him going in the right direction.

You press your ass backwards into him, feeling his semi-hard cock in his pants. In his state, it doesn’t even need to be you Jungkook is attracted to. His demon side is wild, hungry to do anything to destroy, to fuck, to kill.

Demon frenzies enhance lust and violence, like adding fuel to a fire. Jungkook’s flame is stoked, his agony over his family members and his frustration blinding him as he rips the back of your shirt open, your scares and flesh on display for him.

“You want to be fucked like I own you?” he asks, voice low. “Fine.”

It's nothing new, being fucked like you’re owned. But this is different – it feels different. When Jungkook’s hands brush up your spine, they’re not violent. They’re inquisitive. Callused. You shiver under his touch, eyes shutting as he pulls the fabric of the ruined shirt off you.

Your nipples are pressed to the wall, providing friction. You give into it, letting that blissful stimulation bloom inside of you as he nudges your head to the side with his nose.

“Spread your legs,” he demands. His voice is barely a whisper. You do. “Not so talkative now, are we?”

“Is my commentating part of fucking me like you own me, dominus?”

A loud rip splits the air. Jungkook tears through your sweats, warm hands seeking the flesh of your ass. He grips your cheeks firmly, massaging the flesh as he ruts against you slightly. You moan, surprisingly not for effect but at the way you feel.

Rare is the occasion in which someone made you feel good during sex. It isn’t what you’re after, but it’s a bonus, letting Jungkook slip his hand between your legs to brush his finger through your folds. You're not dripping for him, but you let out a breathy sound as pleasure unfurls low in your stomach when he does it.

Even out of control Jungkook shows restrain. Your fascinated, split between panting against the wall as Jungkook’s skill fingers circle your clenching hole, gathering your wetness to slip toward your clit, applying light pressure as he circles the bundle of nerves.

Jungkook dedicates time to getting you worked up. His breath is warm against your ear, low grunts shooting more arousal straight to your core. For the first time in years, you’re dripping for someone. You can feel the slick on Jungkook’s fingers, your pussy warm and swollen for him as he continues to play with you.

Taking control of Jungkook’s thoughts is far from your mind now. You're distracted, fists pressing into the wall as Jungkook slips a finger into your entrance. You gasp, the pad of his finger brushing against your front wall, massaging your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear, seeing stars.

It becomes clear Jungkook knows what he’s doing, fucking his finger into you. You can hear the wet-slap of his hand against your pussy, worked up for him now as his clothed cock presses into your ass cheek.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he mutters. He doesn't seem to be talking to you as much as himself. “Cock is never gonna fuckin’ fit in here. Hmm. Oh well.”

He pulls his finger from you. You let out an angry sound, eyes flying open to glare at him over your shoulder. He pops the finger in his mouth, momentarily dumbing you as you watch him suck the shine from his finger. He doesn’t look at you when he’s done, hand working to pop the button on his jeans and tug his cock out.

When you look down, you realize that Jungkook is right. He might not fit, and it sends a little thrill through you, watching the way his heavy cock bobs against his shirt, dabbing it with precum as Jungkook only pulls his pants down enough to fuck you.

You’ve spent years tirelessly bouncing on a variety of cock and diving between the legs of mistress after mistress. Sex is not a stranger to you. Sometimes you remember vaguely enjoying a thing or two. Sometimes even when you didn’t like it, your body at least orgasmed.

Being used is something familiar – but you’re not being used now. Even if Jungkook thinks you are. Even as he thumbs the precum from the dark tip of his cockhead to spread it down his thick shaft, Jungkook isn’t in control.

You remember that as Jungkook leisurely pumps himself before brushing the tip through your now sticky folds. You press your cheek against the wall, sighing as he teases you. It feels good. You reach out with your mind, brushing Jungkook’s sightly. His walls are down, vulnerable. Your sneer turns into a loud moan when Jungkook pushes into your pussy on the upstroke.

The stretch is painful, your stomach plummeting as Jungkook splits you open. The glide isn’t slow. His instincts take over and he immediately fucks into you hard and deep, slamming your hips into the wall with his full weight with every thrust.

Jungkook fucks the breath out of you. One hand presses your face into the wall, your cheekbones and jaw throbbing with the force of it. His other hand grabs your hips, holding you in position as he fucks himself into you hard.

Pain-laced pleasure shoots through you. The sounds that drip from your mouth isn’t for show. Your toes curl and your head swims at the way he takes control, fingers pressed into your flesh, cock pressing deep deep deep.

You lose yourself in the slap of flesh on flesh and curses. He spits insults at you, and you growl in response, biting one of his fingers that strays too close to your mouth. You taste blood, grinning as the salt and iron tinged with honey pulls on your tongue. He smacks your mouth, the stinging making you trill with high-pitched laughter.

“Crazy Carved bitch,” he slurs. “Is this what you fucking wanted? To be fucked like this?”

“Fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

He presses your skull harder into the wall. For a moment, you think it might crack under the pressure. But you don’t break, and Jungkook listens, driving into you at a pace that would break anyone else. Anything else. But it doesn’t break you and it feels good to know that it doesn’t. To feel the way your pussy flutters around him as he fucks you with abandon.

So many people have tried to break you. So many. Many have almost succeeded, and yet you prevail. You keep going. You survive. You move on. You wait. You win.

Your orgasm mounts. You feel it building inside of you like the same electricity that gathered in that small hall to destroy. It coils and coils and coils. You become short of breath, sucking in hair as you tremble under Jungkook’s weight. His mind is flayed open and raw for the taking but you wait. Not yet not yet not yet.

Jungkook picks up speed. You feel his pace get sloppy and the change in rhythm pushes you over the edge. You come around him with a scream, vision going white as you hold your breath. You feel your entire body seize up, thrashing under him. Jungkook presses you against the wall, trapping you and making you take it as he thrusts one – two – three more times before coming with a curse.

The pace slows. The sweaty tension between you begins to dissipate. You feel Jungkook pull himself out, cum immediately running down your legs. His energy is lower now and when you manage to catch your breath and look at him over your shoulder, he’s swaying on his feet, fucked out expression on his face. He’s flushed, tip of nose red.

Your legs are shaking and sticky. You take a step toward him feeling the slide of your thighs against one another, made slippery by cum. You hold out a hand and he stares at it, eyes wide, expression blank. He’s in the fall after a frenzy, somewhere dazed between thoughts in his head.

Tentatively, Jungkook takes your hand. You leave the torn clothes on the floor, you leave everything. Namjoon surely heard everything, but the Hellhound minds his business as you lead Jungkook to your room. The half demon, half angel is suddenly pliant for you. Soft at the edges. Mute.

You sit him on the bed and he stares at you. Unmoving. Unthinking.

Brushing your mind against his, you feel nothing but static. The buzz of his thoughts is unorganized and sleepy. You keep the connection open, stepping into the bathroom to wash the cum from your legs, the sweat from your back and the blood from your face. You had not even realized that he split your lip.

In your room, Jungkook doesn’t move. He is listless and calm, steady breathing letting you know that he hasn’t gone to sleep just yet, but that he’s not entirely present.

Slipping into clothes and back into the room, you stand in front of him, eyes flickering over his face. Jungkook looks at you but he’s not really there. A tiny part of you hesitates. Knows that to violate his mind has always been your greatest fear of yourself.

But life isn’t fair, and you have been a slave for hundreds of years. You have suffered and you will suffer again in the future. And though you see something in Jungkook that you recognize, you know that to spare him is to admit weakness.

Pain is inevitable. Pain is constant. Pain is power.

Jungkook knows nothing of these tenants. Knows nothing of the life his mother lived before him, her principles, her heritage.

Sympathy is something you cannot afford to give him. So you push into his mind, seizing his thoughts. He doesn’t put up a fight. He hardly knows what you’re doing as you begin sorting through what’s there.

Minds are unique to each person. Though some of your fallen companions had similarities in the way their memories and thoughts were laid out, everyone had something unique. Jungkook’s mind feels like a thunderstorm at night, soft with the threat of something more. Something melancholy plays there, a tune that is familiar, but you cannot place.

You sift through the night's events. You see things through his eyes. Feel the contempt for those around him. Feel the apathy for the Vanir leashed to chairs and in cages. Feel the unfettered spark of adoration when he sees Kita. Feel the love for his brother, though you had not sensed it upon meeting Jihoon.

And there is love there. Maybe not in the form that humans or texts perceive it. But you taste the sweetness of the affection, and you understand that there are positive emotions when Jungkook looks at his older brother, no matter how complicated.

You sift through to running through the tunnels. Jungkook feels glad that he prepared. They had been worried as of late – there were confirmed movements of the rebel group Libram in the city. Confirmations of assets destroyed and vanishing members of the local government.

This surprises you. You were not aware that the rebels were so familiar with the city yet. The thought of the free cities is so distant from you that it feels odd to conceptualize that there are members of their organization in Lythos.

You follow the thread of Jungkook’s conversation with you from earlier.

But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But Jungkook had known that there was a growing presence of Libram in the city. And Belial had tortured you repeatedly for information on Libram, looking for any connection to the rebellion. To Michael. To the last remaining seraphim across the worlds.

You take a sharp breath. Jungkook’s feelings regarding Libram were wary. Laced with uncertainty and fear. You follow those thoughts, flipping through his memories looking for more information. Four assassinations on government officials. The destruction of one of the Kim’s synth mines. Liquidation of accounts that belonged to Belial through unknown methods and hackers.

For as long as you had belonged to Faustus to fight, you had kept your head down. You focused on living. Small moves and counter moves. You had not been looking for any news of Libram or their existence in the city, and until now, you had thought there weren’t many in the city. Whispers of the potential but nothing like what you’re seeing in Jungkook’s thoughts.

Carefully, you extract your mind from his and sit on the bed. With him tired and swaying, you offer him a nudge to go to sleep. He lays backwards, dark lashes fluttering shut. You watch him for a while, thoughts ruminating on the new information.

Libram being in the city is a factor that you did not calculate. You chew on your lips as you think of your next move. One way to gather the information you need would be through your Vanir contacts. You have so few. But the best way to get good information is through your Vaesen contacts, which are even fewer.

You think about the twisted creatures that killed Jungkook’s family. They did seem like... angels and demons twisted together. Like the stitching together of things that didn’t belong. Half-demons, half-angels were rare to begin with. But it was like they were trying to make something else.

Belial’s question comes back to you about Lilins. The children of Lilith herself, born from her savage rape of the Heavens, but specifically, the archangels. Unique creatures, with the perfectbalance. Enough demon blood to hide the angelic blood, and enough angelic blood to hide the demon.

The flicker of familiarity you felt when fighting those creatures sends a sinking feeling to the pit of your stomach. You look at Jungkook, asleep. He looks gentle in his sleep, lines smoothed out on his face. Round and childlike.

In the morning, you’ll go back to pretending. But for now, you pull your knees to your chest, setting your chin on top of them as you consider the options before deciding that you need to follow the sick feeling that twists your gut.

Because if you’re suspicions are right... Libram made those creatures that killed Jungkook’s family tonight, targeting Belial and his children. It puts you in a dangerous position, but also a favorable one if Libram discovers your existence and grows curious about how useful you might be.

Yet none of it relieves you. Because if those creatures are what you think they are, there are seraphim in the world that are trying to bring Lilins back to the fight. Lilins, the creatures solely responsible for bringing the Heavens down.

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D E F I N I T I O N S

Adamas - metal made from the Heavens, favorite in weapons used by angels and fae

Carved – angels who have had their wings surgically removed and sold for ownership. The possession of an angel’s wings gives the owner power over the angel’s grace, thereby giving them power over the angel.

Collared – a Vanir who is owned as a slave. They are often identifiable by the custom collars their masters put on their necks.

Dominus – term used by a slave to their male identifying master

Huli jing - Chinese fox spirit; similar to the Kitsune

Lilins - the offspring of the First Demon, Lilith, an the seraphim, most notably with the angels Uriel and Raphael. They are the perfect balance of Vanir and Vaesen and were used as spies during the war.

Seraph - a single angel, one of the seraphim

Seraphim - species of angels associated with Christian heaven, soldiers of God

Triumvirate – the three Lords who rule the Realms – figures of the Underworld

Vaesen – creatures associated with Underworld Realms such as demons, daevas, sorcerers, vampires, wraiths, and monster-like creatures

Vanir – creatures associated with Heaven Realms such as angels, faeries, witches, dragons, demigods and any heavenly-like being

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ october 2022

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: more than last month. that must count for something

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue, Andromeda Rising

proudest accomplishment: hit 100k words written since the beginning of 2022 across all my wips!!!

books read: Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir; The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri; Memoria by Kristyn Merbeth (in progress)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

(i know i said i was gonna make a separate post for reading updates but then i didn't oops. if more than like, 5 people say they're interested i'll make an effort. maybe.)

(both Nona and Oleander Sword were 5 stars btw.)

writing continues to be hard (both for writing reasons and also Life reasons) but on god imma do it. i'll emerge shaking and covered in blood perhaps but imma kill this draft before it kills me.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (rereading)

i'm about halfway through this reread! i sort of stopped near the middle of the month as i switched back to AR3 but rereading this draft right away was actually such a good decision. it's been nearly a year and a half since i finished it so i'm constantly finding little things i'd written and forgotten about. like finding 5$ in the pocket of an old jacket.

i've been pleasantly surprised at how... not bad it is lol. obviously it's a first draft, there are plenty of things that need patching up, but while i thought i was gonna have to carve out its guts in the second draft, turns out it only needs a bit of a facelift. maybe even just a new haircut. if anything, it's motivating me to keep going.

one of the most jarring but amusing things is being reminded of how all the characters have developed since the beginning of their story. ESPECIALLY the dynamics between Finn and Petra hehe. let's say they've come a long way from being begrudging, mistrustful teammates.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA RISING (drafting)

this is probably the worst decision of my life but i'm gonna try to finish AR3 for nano and just. clenches teeth. get it over with. lord help

at least i've figured out .... something for the rest of my outline (climax + epilogues). deciding what the gang is up to after everything was really hard and i'm still not sure i'm satisfied with it. oh well it can always be changed later! (<- repeated to myself under my breath as i rock back and forth on the floor hugging my knees to my chest)

hopefully i can take advantage of the collective writer energy of nano to blitz through it before i start doubting myself and paralyze myself with fear! head down eyes closed full speed no regrets !!!! (please give me all the encouragement, i'm gonna need it😭)

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

it is literally impossible to post AR3 excerpts at this point bc even if i find something that's not spoilery, it would require 3 books of context to understand, so here's some AR1 i rediscovered in my reread.

this scene is SO funny to me for some reason. for context this is Petra and Finneas within about fifteen minutes of knowing each other.

Petra placed her hands on her hips, hoping it would make her look more authoritative. “All I’m asking is for you to not insult anyone at team meetings.” “Do I have to attend team meetings?” Finneas groaned. “I’d like for you to,” Petra replied, although she was pretty sure her scowl said otherwise. “You’re part of the team.” “I don’t do teams.” “You could at least try.” “Mm, hard pass. You may have your job, but I have mine,” he said finally. “And I’m just the pilot.” With that, he whirled around and started for the exit. Petra wasn’t sure what it was, but something prompted her to call after him. “Pilot.” He paused in the doorway without looking back. “I’m not expecting you to like me,” she began. “I’m not planning on it,” he replied curtly. Petra bristled, but chose not to engage. Now was not the time for a fight. “But as long as we’re on this ship together,” she went on, “I need you to try to respect me, and I’ll do my best to respect you. Alright?” Finneas remained silent for a moment, his back still turned to her, and Petra wondered what was going on in that hard head of his, behind those cold green eyes. Finally, he said, “Whatever you say, Commander.” From his tone, Petra had little reason to believe he meant it at all.

...and we all know how THAT'S gonna turn out 😏

🦇thank you for reading and happy halloweeeen!! 🦇

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Hello!

You have nothing to apologise for. dont worry about the replies, I've been busy too <3

the script stuff hasnt been released yet (sadly), I was just saying the parts of the story that were in the novel but not the show, (sorry for the confusion)

i do wish the drama was longer to add these parts in, and flesh out the ending a tad more (especially the part after the break up - cause it basically skipped to Myungha disappearing with no time seeing how either of them were affected), but that being said I loved the extra parts the drama added, (like Ahn Siah coaching Yeowoon, Sangwoon punching his old friends, and Khyunghoon being happy after eating with Myungha and Yeowoon)

IF they ever do a true special episode (or season 2 if we're being optimistic), i'd love for the new 22-chapter story to be included - cuz its kinda like a retelling and a new entry, (plus you don't need to watch season 1 to understand the second)

TBH i read the 6 chapter side story during a family gathering cuz I got bored lmao - its short and sweet, but the side characters arent really in it, Kyunghoon and Si ah get one mention each.

Sangwoon defo grew on me, notably in the drama and the later chapters of the novel - especially when he is softer and puts down his rich-boy arrogant facade. its clear he's just a boy who wants to be loved so dearly. (also I can't be the only one who thought Sangwoon and Kyunghoon would end up together, [Also, also, someone said they were cousins, I don't think that's true tho])

Honestly, I read your OT3 fanfic on AO3 before I found your Tumblr page, and then when I pressed it, I was like, "This is so familiar," and then I realised. i love it btw <3

that scene where Yeowoon is jealous of a cat is so cute, cuz Myungha asks if they should get a cat and Yeowoon quickly refuses before literally saying "One pet is enough for you, and that's me," and Myungha doesnt even question it,

oop- i got impatient and brought the spinoff too, (well only 5 chapters of it) cuz I got the rest from the free-daily skips thing. I haven't read it yet, but I plan to do one big read after I finish my exams, work and my 'Love For Love Sake' inspired fanfic.

I'm also still so curious about the contents 19+ chapters - like whats in them that makes them 19+, you know? LMAO. for some reason I still cant access them, cuz even though it says 18+, apparently you need to be over 20 (Idk why either)

I wish i could buy the Blu-Ray, but I'm a poor college student. and you said two editions, what two editions are you talking about?

all i can say is spend the money you have in whatever makes you happy, <3

have a great day, thx for replying

stay safe <3

Hi!

So first off I love your page and seeing all the content on 'Love For Love's Sake' / 'Love Supremacy Zone', becuz your analysis and summaries are always informative and AMAZING.

it's my current hyperfixation and I'm obsessed.

And since you are more knowledgeable and read ALL of the Novel, there is something I'd like to ask that has been confusing me -

I want to read the webnovel but everywhere I see, it says there are a different number of chapters - it says this -

Status in COO:

118 Chapters (Completed) 7 Side Story Chapters (Completed) 5 Side Story Extra Chapters (Completed) 6 Side Story Special Chapters (Completed) 22 Side Story Bonus Chapters (Completed)

What I know:

118 Chapters (main story) 6 chapters (side story with their anniversary/ proposal) 22 chapters (19 Myungha time-travelling to 29)

But what are the last two?

5 Chapters 7 Chapters

Also why is a 'special' story 18+ on Ridibooks?

And if you could tell please, where did you read the whole story? Was it in English or did you read in Korean/use a translator?

I've been stressing over this for like months and cant get an answer anywhere

Sorry for the long question - thank you for taking the time to read <3

Thank you so much and you're very welcome, first of all! I saw you in my notifs and I was very happy to meet another LFLS obsessed person :D

I gotta admit, I didn't read the novel and webtoon... I mean, I started it but I haven't finished yet. I've read the fan-translated version of a novel (which is like 1/3 of korean novel?) and I have access to Ridibooks where I decided to start with reading Spinoff story (since I sort of know that's completely new and kdrama closely follow original novel)

I can assume 18+ story might be including chapters with somewhat NC scenes? (I haven't read them yet tbh I'm still wary of buying such things on Korean websites, blame my paranoia) but other than that, the rest seemed like the typical novel (118 chapters) + Special side story (I haven't read it yet) of 6 chapters + bonus stage released in 2024 with 22 chapters . You say 6 chapters about proposal? I gotta read it then! Though the proposal was hinted at in the last spinoff story though...xD

I don't see different separation in Ridibooks. I see 118-6-22 chapters too. Oh, but I see 19+ version with 7 and 5 chapters, maybe that's the one you're talking about? But sorry, I haven't read them yet... I might do it though xD

But I have Kdrama storyboard + scriptbook right now to read! As in actual physical book, so I'm very curious to read and check what differences there are in actual drama (Taevin said they had to give up some scenes because of the weather etc). + I will work on translating spinoff soon while somebody else has been translating the original novel. Not sure about 19+ version one xD

And also they are releasing Bluray and DVD right now with extra commentary and everything... I should not spend more money on LFLS editions... I should not...... please tell me you guys don't need to know all those extra commentaries and behind the scenes....xD