#this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long so the people better like it.
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dead guy dashboard simulator featuring some of their girlfriends and wives and situationships
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following for you your tags
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lowkey why my boyfriend kinda weird though
🪡 lisa-swallowed ♻️ Follow
DUDE ME TOO????
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you guys wanna talk about weird??? at least he has a basic sense of hygiene.
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SHUT UP :(((((((
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MY EWFIE IS HOME MY WIFE8
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i chose his username btw. he has NO idea who the pixies are
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WHAT
🫀 maybe-not-ryan ♻️ Follow
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO THE PIXIES ARE.??!..?
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damn dude your husband is VERY uncultered
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lawrence, be quiet. you listen to bing crosby.
☠️. astrid-the-normal-one ♻️ Follow
and YOU listen to lesley gore. what do you have to say for yourself
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these edibles aint shit
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after a brief discussion with julie i've learned the true meaning of this phrase. maybe he was an addict thou
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so hypothetically if you told your zombie boyfriend to eat you out how would that end
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lisa insisted i listen to 'jone jet' and i unfortunately admit i am just the slightest bit obsessed.
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welcome to the club of girlfriends infecting you with their music taste. i've been made to listen to the ramones all day andniM GOING CRAZY
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heard a weird ass sound. checked under my bed and guess who the fuck it was.
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it was meeeee :333333
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Literally never use that...thing. Again.
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so hypothetically if you told your zombie boyfriend to eat you out how would that end
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uuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh
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#lisa frankenstein#beetlejuice#warm bodies#dashboard simulator#this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long so the people better like it.
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The Medic's Night Out This has been in my drafts for a while is this trope over done? CW: stalking behaviour.
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Poly 141 who become a little obsessed with the cute army nurse who just so happens to be stationed on every base they’re posted to.
They insist they’re not ‘up to anything’ brushing their coincidental meetings with you off as such.
In reality they’re obsessed, overprotective and constantly keeping tabs on you. Especially when they find out everyone on the base gets weekend leave.
Price is the captain, so it makes sense that he's the orchestrator of the evening. He spends the days before your leave planting the idea of which bar to go to. ‘Oh yeah I heard El Passo is a good bar for cheap drinks’ it’s a lie but at least most people from the base will go elsewhere, one obstacle eliminated. Doesn't mean his role is finished, someone needs to keep a level head. No need to compromise their positions.
Johnny is the distraction conveniently placed ready to cause a scene if a quick getaway is needed or Simon needs to step in and whisk away some overbearing, creep who dared to lay a finger on their girl. Johnny’s good at playing it cool, keeping a low profile able to get close to you without you spotting him. Flirts with the girls at the bar to get the men’s attention, seeing which ones react the most.
Now they have a hit list.
Then there's Kyle. Kyle who sits across the long bar in the dim lights, keeping Price updated on your every move, providing Simon with detailed descriptions of anyone who buys you a drink or comes to talk to you. God help anyone who makes you uncomfortable. If you excuse yourself because someone is getting too handsy, guess who’s keeping an eye on your drink.
Simon-Ghost-the enforcer. His swift action and infiltration skills mean he's ready to grab the collar of anyone he needs to. You would never know he was there, not unless you were paying attention, the only evidence he leaves is the sudden disappearance of the creep who’s been eyeing you up from the next booth.
Simon's strength is in the shadows silently and swiftly enforcing the will of his captain.
The walk back to the base is when the stakes are the highest. Using all their training and years of practice to follow you silently. In the shadows far enough not to draw your attention, close enough to strike at a moment's notice.
You stumble down a dark alleyway to squat next to a bin half drunk. You better believe Johnny is already on his way to conveniently bump into you when you come back out hitching your jeans back up.
“Hey love, had a good night out?”
“I didn’t know you were out too.” You say your cheeks turn red as you stumble on the cobble road.
“Aye, just one mind you. Can’t be getting into any trouble.” He smiles, throwing his arm around your shoulders.
When you get back to the base with Johnny, the mission is complete, job done, another successful night.
Price is already leaning against a wall cigar between his lips. He smiles at you as he watches you head over to the dorms.
In the morning one of them will conveniently need to see you about a random minor injury. They’ll bring you coffee and ask about your night. That’s the last job gathering intel.
All in all not a bad way to spend a Saturday night.
#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#john price#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#taskforce 141#captain john price#poly 141 x reader#poly 141
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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @cuips-not-cute! cuips_not_cute has six fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!
Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @cuips-not-cute:
he could be brave
blood is an aphrodisiac
honeyed affection
blinking red light
cyclical
"cuips is a master of taking the reader on an emotional roller coaster ride. The amount of times I've laughed and cried at the same time reading his fics have been too numerous to count. Especially the depth of the sex scenes and the character beats and growth they portray are gorgeous to read - and also very titillating. I love Steve and Eddie in every one of cuips stories, adore the little mannerisms they are given and the way they interact with each other and other characters. Besides the inspiring prose cuips can pull off a plot like few other people I've found so far - since blinking red light is still ongoing, I'll just point to cyclical for that. I'm very thankful to cuips for writing and posting these stories and for being a very active part of this lovely fandom." -- anonymous
Below the cut, @cuips-not-cute answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
i don’t even know. i was happily in the ofmd fandom when i watched season 4 almost three years ago now (oh god) and then the characters… they got me. i fear they’ll never leave.
What’s your favorite trope to READ?
god, so many. they’re all kinda the same flavor though so i’ll list out what i’m always filtering for to find a new fic: bottom/sub eddie, creature/monster eddie, post s4, canon compliant, soft dom steve, sex pollen, spit kink, rimming (perhaps my FAVORITE ever thing to read), switch eddie/switch steve… the list goes on.
What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?
probably also rimming. there’s just something so romantic about eating ass. and i really love to stick with post s4 canon compliant aus, too, i don’t think i’ve written an actual for real au yet, though i do have an idea for one after brl.
What’s your favorite Steddie fic?
i don’t know if i can pick!! my ao3 bookmarks host my many all-time faves, but if you wanna go by the fic i’ve reread the most it’s probably the affliction of the feeling. it’s so fucking good.
Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?
YES!!! i have never written omegaverse!!! which is crazy, ‘cause i like it a LOT. i have a post-s4 omegaverse au kicking around in my head currently, and i cannot wait to sink my teeth into all the messy biology and politics that come with the omegaverse.
What is your writing process like?
chaotic, in a word. usually, i’ll get a fic idea while i’m balls-deep in writing another fic so i’ll shove it to the side and let it simmer while i finish that first one, then i’ll spend a good long while planning it out in ridiculous detail, and THEN i’ll start actually drafting. i like to have a fully fleshed out outline and a couple chapters written and edited before i start posting, and once posting begins i tend to deviate quite a bit from my outline but it’s all good fun.
Do you have any writing quirks?
definitely. i don’t like pointing them out for fear of other folks seeing them in everything i do, but they’re there. one that i don’t mind so much is my absolute abuse of the word “little.” everything is “a little” of this, “a little” of that, but i try to cut my usage down significantly while i’m editing.
Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?
i always TRY to keep a schedule but… yeah. it never works. i’m far too busy for one, but attempts are made. i’d like to one day write a fic in full before posting it, because i think it’d be a whole lot better if i let it sit for that long but lord, i sure do like getting ao3 comments on every chapter. they make the writing motivation go WAY up.
Which fic are you most proud of?
brl, definitely. that fucker is LONG and i’m barely halfway through it. i think i’ve done a lot of cool things with it and i’m going to do some more cool things and i’ve made a lot of really awesome friends in the process of writing it so it’s got some pretty insane sentimental value to me. it’s definitely going to be a fic i’ll miss writing once i finish it, but that’s what the epilogue series is for!!!
How did you get the idea for blinking red light?
from another fic!!! @racketghost is the author of one of my favorite things i’ve ever read, which is the good omens zach and miri au, closed set (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23320960/chapters/55862155 <- hyperlinked), wherein crowley has been lying about the existence of some angelic sex tapes to all of hell, and then he and aziraphale have to actually make the tapes. it’s awesome. it’s gorgeous. brl is one big giant love letter to this fic, because it means so fucking much to me and i think about it ALL the time.
When writing honeyed affection, what was something you didn’t expect?
hmm, i don’t know? ha is, i think, a pretty easygoing fic with lots and lots of porn stuffed inside it, and that was all i intended it to be so i cannot think of anything i was surprised by!!
What inspired blood is an aphrodisiac?
i just wanted to write vampire eddie. it was july ‘22, kas theories were everywhere, i had to try it. these days i think i would change a LOT about it because my ideas and hcs surrounding the characters have evolved significantly, but i’ll write vampire eddie again and “fix” everything i no longer like about biaa.
What was your favorite part to write from he could be brave?
…the fisting. i genuinely think some of my best writing is in that scene, and while i feel the same way about this fic as i do biaa, the fisting scene will always hold a special place in my heart. i’m very, very excited to write the fisting chapter in brl because of this scene. fisting rules.
How do/did you feel writing cyclical?
i wrote cyclical during a very weird few months of my life, so writing it was sort of my way of dealing with all the insane shit going on around me, and i think it shows. in a good way, though, because cyclical is a timeloop fic so it needed to be a little angsty and insane. i’m stupidly proud of that fic. @ryeallytired actually BOUND it into a PHYSICAL BOOK and SENT IT TO ME and when i tell you that is the singular most precious object i own, i mean it.
What was the most difficult part of writing blinking red light?
PLOTTING THAT BITCH. GOD. i’m so happy to be actually WRITING it now, the planning was genuinely so brutal. my issue was that i was sticking too close to the plot of closed set (<3) which just… did not work for steddie. closed set’s premise centers around crowley lying about making sex tapes, yes, but he lied about them to PROTECT aziraphale, which is the messiest, kindest, riskiest fucking thing ever. and it’s awesome. in the early planning stages of brl, i was trying to put eddie in the crowley role of lying about having made sex tapes with steve, but it reallyyy didn’t work. there was an oc and i absolutely hated him, plus i didn’t like what that premise was doing to eddie’s character… ugh. it was a MESS. it took several rubber duck-ing conversations with my brilliant friend @lollaika and a rewatch of zach and miri to finally realize that it had to be STEVE who brings up the idea of sex tapes so that he could protect eddie, rather than eddie bringing it up to save his own hide (yikes).
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
oooh, lots. reallyyyy loved chapter 8 of cyclical with all of the pov shifts, that was super fun to write. i also really enjoyed writing the dry humping/sex tape convo in the first chapter of brl, and i’m stupidly excited to write chapters 12, 13, 15, and 17, because of specific scenes that will happen in each.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?
i do!! after brl is completed i’ll have to choose from two story ideas (because i cannot have two wips at once or i’ll get SO stressed), one being a semi-realistic steddie cowboy au based off my own experiences with growing up on a farm and featuring messy, earnest cowboys and not-fully-human eddie, and the other being the omegaverse au i want to write, which will have a very fun mix of vampire eddie, dubcon bitching, and accidental mating bites!!!
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
i cannot think of anything!! this was super fun :D
Thank you to our author, @cuips-not-cute, and our anonymous nominator! See more of cuips_not_cute's works featured on our page throughout the day!
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Mitski + Cherik
I have a playlist of every single Mitski song ever made playing constantly 24 hours of my day for the past 2 years, I also went to see her live. I’ll be damned if I don’t make this post. (Also this has been in the drafts for like 3 weeks now)
So, at first, I was listening to Mitski and was like whoah the song “old friend” is perfect for cherik. And then the song “Eric” came on and I was dumbfounded, so here’s an explanation of lyrics and how they apply to Cherik.
Also I suck at making edits so this is technically the same thing but using your imagination instead.
“We nearly drowned for such a silly thing”
Charles diving into the ocean to save Erik. But this could also mean drowning in their decisions, they almost lost each other because of their beliefs. Such a silly thing to loose each other over.
“Someone who loves me now better than you”
This line makes me believe this song is from Erik’s perspective, either talking about Charles, or Magda. However I like the idea that it’s Charles he talks about since it’s the very start of the song. It might even be implied that “better than you” is implying Shaw.
“And that pretty friend is finally yours”
100% talking about Moira, boy is bitter. All of this so far is talking from the future looking on the past, so that previous line may be talking about Magda after all.
“I’ll be around on Sunday, if you’ll meet me at the blue diner, I’ll take coffee and talk about nothing baby”
Erik meeting Charles at the end of Dark Pheonix. Isn’t it nice to talk about nothing for once, instead of arguing about mutant rights or trying to save the world. They can finally relax together and just be people.
“At the blue diner, I’ll take anything you wanna give me, baby”
Switch to Charles perspective. Agreeing to stay with Erik.
This song is short but wonderful, I’ve only focused on the first half of the song because it fits far too well. The other part fits too but this was too specific.
The way it starts with how they met, then when they left eachother for other people, and then ending with them rejoining. Perfect few lyrics almost like they were made just for them.
And to top it all off, it’s called Old Friend. Thats CRAZY.
“Sorry I can’t take your touch”
Erik leaving at the end of pretty much every movie, the touch being Charles love and want for him to stay with the xmen, with him.
“It’s just that I fell in love with a war”
Erik’s constant belief that there’s a war coming and he needs to fight it first. He chooses this again and again over Charles, one could say he loves it more than he loves Charles.
“Nobody told me it ended”
Still fighting for the war he believes in, even though Charles has been working so hard for mutant rights and has done a lot of good work.
“And it left a pearl in my head, and I roll it around every night, just to watch it glow. Every night baby that’s where I go.”
That anger and sadness that stays within him, stuck in his brain, part of him. Memories of Charles, hating him, loving him. He sits with it every night, going over everything again and again. Also visual of Erik floating them little metal balls.
Beautiful song, good lord. This is all about Erik choosing the war over Charles, there’s also something about the imagery of sitting with a ‘pearl’ in his mind is so very Erik.
“But how long, how long can we play this way?”
Playing as in going back and forth, fighting, making up, fighting again. This is definitely from Charles perspective.
“I’m tired, I’m tired of not loving you”
Charles is tired of not being able to show Erik how much he loves him, he just wants him home.
“My heart, my heart wants to hold you”
All he wants to do it is be with Erik, he wants to comfort him again and show him he’s not evil, that there’s good in there too.
“But I know, I know, I know the rules”
But he knows the rules of this game, he knows they couldn’t ever be together. Be it their opposing beliefs, homophobia, or just the way they are. Perhaps also the rules as in the movie won’t allow it, their writing won’t allow it.
Painful. Other lyrics in the song are more sexual, which also fits if you’d like it to. First line of the song is “you like control, well I do to” and that would be a killer title for a dark cherik fic. They both control their environment in different ways.
“One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I’m on, baby”
Charles telepathy, could be from any of the students, especially those from the first movie who later died. However it’s painful to think that it’s Erik saying “You’re a telepath Charles, you can convince me of anything.”
Also on that note, the ledge could also refer to delving deeper into his dark side, it would take one mean word from Charles and he’d get so much worse.
Or perhaps he means the ledge in which he’s raised himself to as a super villain, and he knows Charles could bring him down from it.
“Tell me don’t so I can crawl back in”
See my other post about Erik subtly begging Charles to control him. He knows he’ll always pick his cause over staying with Charles, he wants Charles to force him to stay. Get rid of his option to choose so he can crawl back to comfort. Be gone with his righteousness, and just be simple and safe with him.
The title of the song being First Love/Late Spring hurts me. Was mitski an xmen fan or what Jesus.
Left this one until last cause I don’t want to teach a grandma to suck eggs here, I’m sure you already know what’s about to go down. Nonetheless, it would be criminal for me to leave it out. Ready for some Charles angst? Too bad!
“Baby, my baby,”
Raven, Angel, Darwin, Banshee, Havok, adopted into the xmen with nowhere else to go but return to their unfortunate lives.
“Tell your baby that I’m your baby”
The first xmen looking on to the current, looking at who Charles ‘replaced’ them with.
“I bet on loosing dogs”
Charles putting his trust into those first kids, knowing they were young, but it was the last hope. He better is all on them.
“I know they’re loosing and pay for my place by the ring”
He knows they couldn’t stand a chance, but there was that hope. Perhaps if he trained them, gave them the right motivation, they could survive.
“Where I’ll be looking in their eyes when they’re down”
He’s with them the whole way, in their minds, in their spirits. These kids had fight in them, but they were still kids.
“I’ll be there on their side, I’m loosing by their side.”
When they loose, he looses with them. The xmens fate stands on the strength of those kids. Charles grief over loosing these kids makes him catatonic, wishing he had died instead. He was with them all the way, and yet he still hears “Where were you Charles” “You abandoned all of us”
#Spotify#cherik#angst#cherik fanfiction#mitski#I bet on loosing dogs#first love/late spring#Old friend#mitski old friend#mitski lyrics#lyrics#A pearl#mitski puberty 2#puberty 2#mitski be the cowboy#be the cowboy#xmen#xmen fanfiction#Charles Xavier#Erik Lehnsherr#magneto#professor x#mystique#xmen angst#cherik angst#cherik art
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DRAFT- Five moment they almost realized they're in love. [1/5]
(yes, I'm reusing this one, cause I made it for this moment)
As annoying as it was, it comes with a deep yearning for something beyond his reach, as he's been waiting for the day it could happen again.
And so, it was long since the details leading up to the event had faded from his memory.
That day he was beyond upset, mad even; not everyone knows that, but Chung Myung always had the bad temper of a moody teenager. He wore rage as much as his uniform. So, no, he cannot remember every trifle that has pissed him off throughout his life.
However, some yobbo said something that stirred something within him, something that shouldn't have hurt the way it did. It felt heavy, gross, like gurgling mud inside his guts.
And, after settling things up, he couldn't handle being around a bunch of meddler, so he just runned for a quiet place to rest. Of just a better place to be in.
Although it happened far from Chengdu, it was still closer than Weinan. Sulking alone in Tang Bō's room was just the most logical conclusion.
He invited himself in, as usual, and went straight to his room. Unsure how long he sat there on the frame of his window. Drinking the first beverage he found in his room; that lavish bastard
That spoiled brat. He even got into the habit of labeling apart the toxic bottles, not that he saw any risk in it, let alone anyone else taking them by themselves.
“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” Tang Bo disrupted the silence. He had the decency to look embarrassed for keeping his unexpected visitor waiting. "I felt you arrived an hour ago, I was wondering how long it would take you to vandalize my work.
Chung Myung chucked and gave a grin. "How so? you already darn good at self-sabotage"
Tang Bō rolled his eyes.
"I wanted to come. But there was an... Inconvenience... And I mean the elders." Tang Bo brushed off, closing the door behind him. Chung Myung took a jug, looking out the window with little interest . "Is something the matter?"
Chung Myung shrugged. "Eh—"
He took another jug.
Now, here's a thing Chung Myung refuses to understand: One of them was actually good at shoveling their feelings inside a locked chest, swallowing the key, and throwing it down the highest cannon. But it wasn't him.
Chung Myung thought he was good at hiding it; but no, he was good at hiding, not at hiding it.
Instead, Chung Myung failed to understand how Tang Bo could simply crack his skull open to scavenge every corner of his mind. Clung his fingers around his brain and knead it, skin him and slice him open. Tang Bo never struggled to embrace him as the ugly sack of flesh and bones he was.
What he did then, was what Chung Myung was expecting. Because Tang Bō was so emotional, he had to walk near him, do something so everly sentimental like placing a hand on his shoulder. Chung Myung saw it coming, he'll do something to cheer him up and Chung Myung will be falling for it. Like an idiot.
There it was: a hand on his shoulder, a squeeze, and smile, Bō's dimple showed on his left cheek —the way it always showed when he was looking at Chung Myung, he wondered if people were even aware of its existence—.
Bō sat in front of him. So close. Too close, Chung Myung noticed. With his knee pressing a spot inside his legs. Ah, he didn't see that coming. Chung Myung could only watched enthralled, as Bō took the bottle from his hands and leaned forward, so inviting.
Chung Myung saw nothing but his pair of pleading puppy eyes. He couldn't help but lean forward too, mirroring his movements, waiting for something to happen. If only Chung Myung could see his own eyes to see the way he looked at Bō.
Once more, Bō caught him off guard, closing the distance and pressing their foreheads together.
Chung Myung was rarely shaken by anything.
But it never crossed his mind that kind of touch was possible. That people could sit that way, that close, touch like that. It had him wonder if what they were sharing had ever been shared by anyone else. If that kind of closeness was even right. That maybe he was experiencing something that was meant to be forbidden, a new form of transgression.
Not that he cared.
It surely felt like something bound to be secret, just for the two of them. Something that no one else was allowed to witness nor know about, that couldn't —shouldn't— happen outside those walls.
It was only theirs to share.
His breath was still caught in short gasp, he didn't mind losing air if it meant that he could get to preserve that moment a little longer. So he stayed perfectly still, and left it all to him.
Then, there was a hush, a short sentence, something he wish he could remember instead of the shiver it sent down his spine. So soft, so kind, he could hear a smile in his voice.
Chung Myung mumble as well, agreeing with whatever Bō said and stayed like that. Whether it was a minute or an eternity. Until whatever he was troubled about seemed trivial, and he realized it was, so let the turmoil fade.
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wrote something unbearably fluffy and I will be posting it on ao3 tomorrow but I wanted to do something a lil different and post it here. this is because I dont have the energy to do the format editing for ao3 rn but I want people to see it right now immediately
garashir, post-canon Cardassia, short and sweet, fluff that will rot your teeth out. enjoy <3
“Elim?”
Gentle hands resting on his shoulders rouse Garak from a sleep he didn’t even realize he’d fallen into. He jerks awake with a rather undignified snort, more startled than he’d care to admit as he straightens himself up in his chair. Falling asleep at his desk… he really is getting sloppy.
Those hands squeeze his shoulders gently. He would know that touch anywhere.
“Only me, love,” Julian’s voice murmurs, soft and reassuring, “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Garak glances back over his shoulder, wincing slightly at the kink that’s developed in his neck from his awkward sleeping position. “You’ll have to forgive me, my dear,” He replies, offering Julian a tired smile, “I seem to have lost track of the time.”
He takes a moment to give Julian a quick once-over, his eyes heavy with sleep but no less sharp. He looks dishevelled, his hair a mess of loose curls and his jaw lined with a shadow of stubble. He doesn’t have any visible injuries, and his uniform is rumpled, but intact. So today was long, but likely not life-threatening. Good. He’d been worried, before he went and passed out.
Julian smiles back at him, a warm expression, though very tired. The lines under his eyes are deep. “I’ll forgive you, if you forgive me for being so late,” He offers, gently rubbing Garak’s shoulders, “Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was drafting requests for more medical equipment, and lost track of time myself.” He explains.
“How could I ever fault you for such a noble endeavour?” Garak asks, leaning back into Julian’s hands, which are doing wonders for what’s become a permanent stiffness in his shoulders, “I’m sure the staff appreciate your efforts.” His doctor has done marvellously, adapting to working in a Cardassian hospital. It took a couple of crisis situations before the rest of the staff finally took him seriously, but he’s managed to find a place for himself with minimal friction, as far as the hospital staff are concerned. Usually a Human would never have been accepted so quickly, but these are desperate times, and they can seldom afford to turn away such a capable pair of hands.
“They’ll appreciate it when I actually get the equipment,” Julian replies. He works his thumbs into a knot at the base of Garak’s neck, and Garak all but melts against him, a pleased sound rumbling low in his chest, “Dare I ask what you’re doing with Kukalaka?”
The question snaps Garak out of his pleased little trance. He glances back at his desk and finds that the bear is, in fact, sitting there, a needle still attached to thread hanging loose from his leg, which is half-sewn to his body. “Ah,” He says, now recalling what he was doing before sleep so unceremoniously claimed him, “Yes, that… well, I was rather hoping to surprise you with that tomorrow…” He hums, feeling a flash of annoyance at his plans being thwarted.
Julian leans over his shoulder, examining his handiwork. “Oh, Elim…” He murmurs, like Garak has just handed him the world, “You wonderful, wonderful man. You really are too good to me.” He wraps his arms loosely around Garak’s neck, rests his weight against him as he presses his warm cheek to the side of his head.
It never ceases to amaze Garak, just how easy it is to make Julian’s day. The smallest acts have him behaving as if Garak has put the suns in the sky just for him. “Hardly,” He refutes, because he could never be too good for the man who reminds him days after day that good exists in this universe simply by existing, “You may have convinced the little ruffian’s mother that you weren’t upset over Kukalaka being torn asunder, but I know you far better than that. I may not understand the significance of the little fellow, but I would be remiss if I allowed him to remain in tatters when I could easily repair him.” He reasons, and it’s an awfully long way to say I hate to see you sad.
“That little ruffian was all of 3 years old,” Julian points out, a smile in his voice, “And teething, might I add, so understandably cranky. But… thank you,” A warm kiss is pressed to Garak’s cheek, an action that turns him into a puddle of bliss and affection, “I would tell you just how much it means to me, but I’m afraid I’m much too tired to adequately express myself.” He kisses Garak’s cheek again, and nuzzles against him.
Garak hums happily, reaching up to rest a hand on Julian’s arm. “Oh, I don’t know,” He muses, rubbing circles into Julian’s arm with his thumb, “I believe I could infer the depths of your gratitude from, say… more kisses.” He suggests, tilting his head so that he can flash Julian a cheeky grin.
Julian snorts, buries his face in Garak’s neck as laughter shakes his slender shoulders. When he lifts his head again, he has the loveliest smile lines on his rosy-cheeked face, and the lines under his eyes don’t seem quite so deep anymore.
“You’re incorrigible.” Julian tells him, earnestly and completely affectionate.
“Yes,” Garak agrees, “And I do believe you love me for it.”
“Oh, very much,” Julian agrees, leaning in till his nose taps against Garak’s, “It’s one of your most endearing traits.”
Garak rubs their noses together, a gesture that is indescribably affectionate and also quite silly. “Tell me again about all those endearing traits of mine?” He requests.
“I’m far too tired for that,” Julian replies, his eyes flicking to Garak’s lips, “I think I’d much rather kiss you silly. Is that an acceptable substitute?” He asks.
Garak doesn’t respond verbally, just angles his head and pushes up to capture Julian’s lips with his. Julian makes a happy little hum as he kisses him back, and his smile as he presses his lips to Garak’s again and again says more about his gratitude and his love than any string of words ever could.
#fic bitching#star trek: ds9#elim garak#julian bashir#otp: I need to know that someone forgives me#what if they were disgustingly in love and domestic#this was a quick write ill probably edit it a bit before I post to ao3#as of right now this moment I am simply. too fucking tired to do that#need to go to bed#but please. enjoy these losers being just so sickeningly in love#the garashir post-canon Cardassia in my head my beloved
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This has been sitting in in my drafts for forever so I decided to finally finish it up! Thus, may I present:
How the demon bros would react if Lucifer had locked them away instead of Belphie
Can we talk about how lucky Lucifer was that it was Belphie he locked up and not one of his other brothers? Of all the sins, sloth is probably the best suited to being trapped in an attic. He can sleep the entire time and be giving into his vice at the same time. Meanwhile, if it had been any of the other brothers things could've been so much wilder! Just thinking about it has me rolling to be honest, so I decided I had to write this 😂
Mammon
Mammon would go stir crazy so fast. The only reason he hasn't completely lost his mind is the fact that Lucifer didn't bother to take Goldie away when locking him up. He has so many mental lists of the things he'll buy as soon as he's out.
Honestly, Mammon would probably whine a lot the entire time he was there too. He'd be bored out of his mind and unable to spend/get any Grimm. What kind of torture is this???
Lucifer honestly might get so annoyed with it that he'd resort to cursing Mammon so he can't talk. Ah... peace and quiet finally. This probably only leads to Lucifer feeling uneasy though since Mammon being quiet usually means he's thinking up new schemes or causing trouble.
You think Belphie got lucky with how trusting MC is? Mammon is probably one of the worst liars... ever. Mams is doomed, no way MC would be falling for any of his tricks.
This doesn't mean MC still wouldn't help though. They're horrible about sticking their nose in other people's business, even if it is well intentioned. So you know they're still going to get involved in all of this somehow.
I think Mammon would use MC to the point of getting out, but I can't see him planning to kill them. Lucifer already locked him away for being pissy about the exchange program, imagine what he'd do if Mammon killed Diavolo's precious exchange student *shudders*
Even if Mammon did hate humans, he's too soft to stick with that hate after getting to know MC. He'll probably try to rationalize that this one is an exception to the rule, his amazing influence being the reason of course.
The only plus side to all of this is that the witches and debt collectors can't find him.
Levi
Why did Lucifer lock him away in the first place? Dude is already a shut-in so he wasn't actually planning on doing anything. Maybe saying he would sick Lotan on Diavolo before allowing a normi human in their home was taking things too far though...
Honestly, as long as Lucifer at least left him with a gaming console and some anime, he'd probably be fine. Though, he would be very upset about not being able to keep up with the latest releases.
Levi would stress so much over if Mammon had sold his games and merch. The only way to stop him from spiraling with this would be if Lucifer promised to lock Levi's room with an equally powerful barrier.
Also freaks out that nobody will feed Henry 2.0 and his best friend will starve to death. Lucifer isn't totally heartless though, so he promises he will make sure Henry is well cared for until Levi has come to his senses.
Would probably plan to kill MC once out, but after talking about anime/games with them he isn't as sure anymore??? They seem to like the same stuff as him and don't call him gross... no! It must be some sort of ploy to gain his trust! This was just like in an anime he'd watched a while ago, Help! I've Been Locked Away By My Strict Older Brother And Now A Human Is Taking Over The Underworld! Ah, how life immitates art sometimes...
Satan
Oh geez, Satan would be furious if this happened. You think, he hated Lucifer before? Get ready for a whole new level.
Where does Lucifer get off, thinking he can get away with this!? Locking him away like this program isn't utterly delusional from the start anyway! If Satan didn't know better, he'd say that the elder brother had planned this from the beginning of even developing the exchange program. But that would require Lucifer to pull his head out of his own ass, so it's definitely not the case.
I mean... he'd have plenty of reading time at least? He's fuming to the point of having destroyed the entire room already, but he'll still be able to read plenty afterwards.
Lucifer tries to nudge Satan in a more positive direction of thinking, dropping off books that try to exemplify the beauty and potential of humanity. For the first time in his life, Satan refuses to even consider reading multiple books. Would possibly even consider destroying them in front of Lucifer, but I'm not sure he could actually go through with it.
Would 100% plan on and go through with killing MC once out. They'd have to really make an impression and connect with him if there's any chance to have things go otherwise. Even then, it's unlikely to stop this outcome. Consequences be damned, he will have the satisfaction of seeing how delicious Lucifer's expression will be upon seeing Diavolo's little pet project go up in flames.
Would take not getting to see his kitty friends pretty hard. He misses them and sometimes worries there isn't anyone else feeding/giving attention to them with him gone. If MC really wants to get in good with Satan, offering to check in on the feline population of the Devildom might be a solid starting point.
Satan does have to admit though, MC is an interesting human if nothing else. Unafraid to go against Lucifer's orders? Likes reading as much as him? Snuck a cat in to see him??? M-maybe they aren't the worst...
Asmo
I'm pretty sure his online following would form a search party if this happened. Radio silence from Asmo's accounts is unheard of and Lucifer better have an official statement about Asmo being in the exchange program if he doesn't want hordes of lesser demons showing up outside of the House of Lamentation.
Asmo's never really had to "rough it" and living without all his beauty products within reach is going to make him even angrier at Lucifer. This only gets worse the longer he's kept there, every flaking skin cell fueling his rage.
Gets a single zit and somehow finds a way to blame it on a human being in the house. Dramatic sniffles and crying commences as he's trying to sway Lucifer with his theory, though the elder seems less than convinced.
Would probably consider agreeing to the program once he's been without his products long enough, but is also called out on lying by Lucifer.
Baby boy would just be all smug and waiting for Solomon to try summoning him, thinking there'd be no stopping him from leaving at that point. Too bad Lucifer took this into consideration. Solomon is now mildly concerned and very curious what the heck this exchange program actually entails of the participants that could null the effects of a pact. Asmo's just whining about how cruel and unreasonable Lucifer is to do such a thing. And would you look at that? Lucifer's headache just got worse.
MC won't have to do much to begin swaying Asmo if we're being honest. This is especially so if he's feeling like he's become less attractive due to not being able to keep up his hourly daily self care routines and regimens for so long. Just sitting down and treating him like he's worthwhile even when he's "an abomination," will go a long way. Sneaking him some decadent lotion or products he mentioned offhandedly will seal the deal though.
They cared enough to actually listen when he looks like this? Even though they're not affected by his powers?? Maybe he was a little quick to shun the idea of the program... at the very least, they could make an adorable new plaything! Just thinking about all the makeovers and sleepovers had him feeling a little excited!
Beel
He ate his way out.
I don't know what else to say, even Lucifer isn't powerful enough to stop such an appetite. Besides that, no demon in their right mind at RAD would be down with their star Fangol leaving for an exchange program!
But in all seriousness, Beel is a simple demon with simple pleasures. MC just needs to bring him some food and show him that they aren't a monster who's out to hurt his family. Man just doesn't want to lose anymore family and was a lil hangry is all. Lucifer's the one who overreacted to the whole display.
On the plus side, the House of Lamentations food budget actually managed to build up a decent reserve while Beel was locked away. So you can be sure there's going to be the most amazing and decadent feast anyone has ever seen once he's out.
Belphi
Just glad it's not him I suppose 😂
Though he may actually be low-key jealous that it's not him. Just thinking of how much he could sleep without being woken up has him rethinking his stance on the exchange program.
But MC is so sweet and makes a good cuddle buddy/pillow for his naps, so he can't be too upset.
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me asmodeus#obey me mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me Leviathan#obey me Satan#obey me Lucifer#obey me Solomon#obey me MC#obey me headcannons#obey me imagine#my writing
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17, 21, 25, 30 :)
17. Share your favorite opening line
My favorite opening line has to be for the trainee POV fic that I wrote for one of my FTH fics. It was just so ridiculous and funny that it still brings me joy. I’m adding the whole song Julian -one of the trainees- wrote just because it works better that way, but here it is:
Twelve little kids went out to play,
Over the hills and far away
Their big mama bear Alec
He might just get a heart attack.
Get a heart attack.
Get a heart attack.
21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
Oh, I have several of these and yes they usually change the story either making it longer or changing the course for it entirely. In BOLOS/Bridges, Alec wasn’t supposed to get so close to the werewolves, but they all decided he needed some friends and told me to deal with it. So that has altered already quite a few chapters including the last one and the next one (that has been sitting finished but unedited in my drafts for weeks againavdbfjg’g)
In Apollo, Jace wasn’t supposed to find out about what happened with Alec and his daemon (nor was Izzy) so it also shifted some things later down the line, as in really shifted them. It’s why I haven’t updated that story really the past few months because I’m rewriting so much because of that choice he decided to insert himself in.
And, last but not least, in remember today you are loved I didn’t expect Catarina to have so much to say or for her POV to be quite this enjoyable, which is why the supposed to be a short fic ended up being longer than expected as well.
25. How did you recharge between fics?
I haven’t finished quite that many fics this year sadly - too many long WIPs that are too long. But! For me recharging between writing is being able to read or reread fics or books and draw/doodle whatever sparks my interest. I’m still not very good at it but I hope to get to a point where I feel confident enough I can draw my ridiculous gaggle of trainees.😊
30. What would you like to write next year?
Write or publish?😁
No, I have a couple of fics that are mostly ready and only need to be edited before I can start posting them - one of them being a collab fic with @to-the-stars-writing that of course stars dragon!Alec. I also have a social media/celebrity Malec fic I would love to start posting once I’ve made enough headway into the fic. (Yes, it’s the one I’m stealing your and other people’s usernames for😄)
Then, the obvious answers are also to hopefully try and finish the ongoing wips I already have because the fics I’m hoping to write are all on the longer side as well.
That said, fics I’m hoping to start writing/ working on:
The time travel au that has been haunting me for two years now
the Alec saves Ithuriel fic
A dragon!Alec fic
the Chaorman meow finds Alec to help Magnus fic
These are the fics I’m hoping to be able to start making real headway for in 2025. And this answer for way too ramble-y again.😅
Thank you for asking!
#Foodsies answers#Foodsies rambles#I have so many fics I want to write#And so little time#It’s so unfair#😭
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NAME?: Bryn
PRONOUNS?: she/her
MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: For me, my energy for individual characters is informed by what interest other people are giving and what things I've been writing. Shinobu is probably my highest muse character, but most of that is because I've been writing her consistently with @more-than-a-princess for like over two years. I'm less inspired to write characters who don't get as much interest or who aren't in long-running threads right now, but I'm also almost always happy to write anyone.
EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS?: I think I got started on tumblr RP in like 2011 maybe, and I know I got started in my current style of it in 2015. As for when I started RPing in general, I started in maybe... 2006-2007 on a forum when I was a little child. It's kinda crazy to think that it'll be a 20 year hobby pretty soon!
FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I lean towards angst a little, but fluff's not far behind - I think they complement each other and a good balance is necessary for most things. Smut is something I'm much more restrained on - never say never of course, but it's not something I enjoy writing as much, and I feel like it needs a reason for me to be interested in writing it, rather than just cutting away.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Long replies. I shoot for 3 paragraphs minimum and I'm truthfully more comfortable with around 5. I like to get a balance of dialogue, internal thoughts/feelings, and physical descriptions, and that often requires longer replies. When I started out, it felt more common for people to treat RP like "reading a book" or "playing a video game" - something you would sit down and do continuously for like two hours, and then stop. In that context, the short replies made sense because you could bounce replies back and forth a dozen times in a couple hours, but with how the culture has changed and the expectation for replies is that it's gonna be a few days/a week/a few weeks/whatever, I feel like it suits me better to write longer replies.
PET PEEVES?: Gosh we'll be here all day if I list them all. Basically what I would say is like "when people cannot manage their blogs." Drafts or inbox counts in the hundreds, 50 OOC posts to every IC one, inability to communicate in DMs or on discord, constantly deleting and remaking blogs, repeatedly dropping all threads and starting over, etc. It's just an energy I have a difficult time dealing with, and puts me off of writing with someone.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: Not so much. I feel like there is something like me in all my muses - either some conscious inclusion, or something that resonates in some way, something that catches interest or something to hold onto - but I wouldn't say I'm really too much like them. I always say that Rio is probably the muse who I'm most like, but even then I'd say we're more different than similar.
TIME TO WRITE?: Early in the morning or late at night. I honestly can write whenever, but I have an easier time when the world is quiet and I'm not interrupted by other things.
TAGGED BY: @ofaflower
TAGGING: @luvsxcks @swanssongs @musedbyalli @naivds @ultimxte-nurse @mystic-mc @apexapricity @infintasmal @phantasmalnightmare
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Today I got this comment on the Jeopardy! AU that I haven’t updated on way too long, and was reminded of the fact that I have had a scene about this exact thing sitting in my draft of the final chapter for about a year and a half.
I fully intend to finish this fic, but unfortunately on top of some (not too serious, but still persistent and annoying) health problems that have made it hard to tackle much writing in general, I also have the issue that the longer this fic goes without updating, the more my brain creates a ton of anxieties and blocks around this fic in particular, so I’m not sure when that will be. So I figured in the meantime, I might as well share a short little snippet about how Twitter (which was still called Twitter when I wrote this and wasn’t owned by Elon Musk good god this has been on hiatus too long) is feeling about Jon’s Jeopardy! run in this universe:
[Jon gets a text from Georgie with a link to a tweet and the question “Have you seen this?”]
The tweet consisted of video with a thumbnail of Jon behind a Jeopardy! podium, accompanied by the caption, "My coworker, Martin..." Jon pressed play warily.
When he did, he found that someone had made a compilation of all the times he’d said the phrase, “My coworker, Martin,” throughout his time on Jeopardy! The video was nearly two minutes long. Only half of the episodes Jon had filmed had aired so far.
Against his better judgement, Jon clicked on the #jeopardy tag to see what else people had to say. The results were… illuminating.
“Fuck soulmates, I want whatever Jonathan Sims and his coworker, Martin, have going on.”
“just want someone to someone to love me the way the jeopardy man loves his coworker martin”
“Should I make a #jeopardy drinking game? So far the only rule I’ve got is, ‘drink every time Jonathan mentions his coworker Martin,’ but I think that’s a pretty good start.”
“I don’t think half my coworkers even know my name…”
“I want what they have (12-time Jeopardy champion Jonathan Sims and his co-worker, Martin)”
He closed the tab. He was fairly sure he'd gotten the gist.
#i hope the tweets don’t sound too weird - even before it got bought by musk i never really used twitter very much#tma fanfic#tma fic#jonmartin fic#do not archive#jeopardy! au
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ok idk if anyone's asked this before. but. i've been following your fics for the past while (lovelovelove btw) and realized for the first time yesterday when i perused your masterlist just how many you've published. holy shit dude!! mega kudos. i've been polishing up a couple different wips since new years this year but haven't published any so far, so ig i wanted to ask for advice on getting out there as a fic writer? i've never published before lol. what's ur methods and advice, chef
ahhh thank you :) i am so excited for you!! imho you're standing on the threshold of a beautiful adventure, like you've packed your bags (got some wips) and are ready to head out the door. it's intimidating but in my experience the first comment you get will make all the stress worth it; it will wash away your reservations and give you a hit of affirmation that will only drag you further on into sharing more. it's a virtuous circle that you just have to start.
as trite as it sounds, my biggest piece of advice is to fake it until you make it, like pretend you've published a hundred times before and are perfectly confident and entitled to put your work up in public. that's what i did the first time, i pretended to be someone normal lol. i knew what i expected to see from others and made my story summary and tags look like that to avoid negative ripples (no such ripples really exist in reality, but i know how anxiety whispers lies).
it worked because there's no front door or barrier to entry to posting on ao3, you know? you are exactly as welcome and valid as i am there; we both see the same site back end and the same draft page. you are the same as anybody who has already published. if you have wips and have something that could reasonably be considered finished? pick one, something small even, and just post it. you can edit it once it's live if something dire comes up, i do it all the time.
this is actually something that is causing me a lot of writer's block right now, the fact that i am being far too perfectionist and precious about the next chapter of my main wip. i simply care way too much about the story, so i'm so scared of doing it wrong, so i've been sitting on it. but the way that i've published more 50 stories in the past is trusting my gut about when something is done and pushing it out to the public before i hold myself back.
you have to just keep moving forward, that's the key. tell yourself the next story will be better and remember the last story is better than you think it is. make your chapters as long or as short as you feel is right, post as often or as sparingly as you need. share on other social media once you're done if you want, people want to know there is more of the thing they love in the world, you know? you're offering a gift, and that's kind.
i know that all the advice in the world is basically useless unless you see it at the right moment you need it, and none of my advice is anything that you haven't heard before, but if you need a sign that it's time to pull the trigger, that you are allowed to post things, that people want to see your work, that you're welcome and important to the community by sharing your voice—please take this post as that sign. be confident, because you deserve that confidence, and hit post <3
#best of luck !!!#i hope this answer is what you wanted to know#please lmk if you have any other questions etc#this is such a kind ask and i appreciate it so much#fanfic stuff#fandom stuff
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2024 in review
I'm looking at my WIPs and while it would be wild crazy an interesting challenge to finish my WIPs before the year's end, I hink I'm going to be honest with myself and agree it's unlikely to happen. (Three of the "six" active WIPs I have are collection-y small pieces projects, one is left open in case I ever want to knit a frog again, one would probably be over quickly the moment I sit down to decide to get it done, and the final I want to jump in at my best so I can give it my best...)
So I'm reflecting on my finished projects (already!). I did a ranking system and worked out what my favorites of the year were. Putting it under a read more since it gets pretty chonky.
The following are my top 3 (or 7 if your'e my partner):
1st - Moss on the Rock Cowl 2nd - Strawberry Alaska Hat / Chevron Stripey Cowl / Woodland Hat / Mintea Tank 3rd - Rye Tie / Shrimp Party
Some thoughts on the top 7:
Self dyed projects definitely got a boost in my feelings towards them from pride. (I don't reach for moss on the rock more than the stripey chevron cowl, but the moss on the rock was self-drafted and more successful of a dyeing experiment than the self-striping ended up so it won out in the end).
My feelings towards projects were definitely impacted by my feelings of and from the recipients of them. Shrimp party was a huge hit for the loved ones that received them and ended up gaining rank from the warm fuzzies of knowing I made positive impact on them. (Similarly, the rye tie isn't exactly ground breaking, but I love my partner and it's always a pleasure to see him put it on for fun or events.)
Also further proof that I'm a process over product knitter, I loved the Woodland Hat partially due to finally diving into the fisherman's rib and partially due to how cushion-y the stitches themselves came out. (It's a gift so I can only hold on to the feeling as I knit it up, does mean it will inspire me to do more exploration into fisherman's rib & brioche.
Honorable Mentions (AKA eveything else...): Gingham Hat, Camp Mug Cozies, Marsa Sweater, Quick Camera Bag, Bab Pants, Tri Loop, OCF Fedora, & Sideways Garter Basket.
Some thoughts on the runners-up:
I think the OCF Fedora could have faired better considering it was my first crochet project (!! kinda a big deal), but ultimately I wasn't happy with how it turned out, it wasn't stiff enough to hold it's shape, and I was rushed on the dyeing job so it turned out murky and not as I had envisioned. I do plan on redoing this project with more time and hopefully better materials so it holds its shape better.
Some of these projects lost a lot of rank due to my frustrations with the pattern or it not coming out as I had envisioned (the garter basket, the tri-loop, the marsa sweater). Further evidence that I'm a process knitter, haha.
I'm curious how all these would hold up if I had some of these WIPs done.
I don't think the mosaic pouch could win out at the top, but I could see it fitting pretty snug in the middle based on pride from a combination of trying new things and pushing my skills.
The Stardew socks might've just won out, but I've been really struggling with colorwork in socks (too tight tension) so I'm anxious about diving back in...
The leaf motif could be up there from (A) self-dyed project and (B) it really worked as a small comfort project when I needed something easier to sink my teeth into.
The Worm Party is suffering from already being a worm (a troublesome soul) but I hope to see i through, it just requires a lot of muscle to make any progress on.
And finally, the log cabin blanket. It would just win. This thing has been there through thick and thin. It holds remnants of projects long past given and memories of all those other projects in my past and the people they've impacted. It's hefty and chaotic. And yet it's nowhere near done, haha.
I get that this was a long post, I appreciate you making it this far in my ramblings. I found this process very helpful. By considering my items piece by piece I was able to celebrate their nuances and reflect on their impact on myself and my loved ones. It forced me to focus on the good that I've done, rather than tearing myself down in all the minor mistakes I've made along the way.
I get that these kind of meditative activities don't work for everyone, but if you're feeling down this year, may I recommend you look back at the hundreds to thousands of yards of love you've put out in the world?
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Pandora
~AGED UP Neteyam x Avatar reader
~Angst, fluff
~Proofread?-no
~Summary-okay this might be long, but the reader is very into science. She dreams of being become a scientist, but her dreams are quickly denounced when her mother wants her to marry. In a pit of rage, she runs off and ends up somewhere new.
~Note-I’m SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! My real life has been catching up to me, and I have finals coming up! Outcast should be posted by Sunday since I’ll be unable to write any other day :( but until I can write I’ll be posting drafts.
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For as long as you can remember, you’ve always been connected to the forest. Your mother says if at any point she cannot find you, she knows you were somewhere in the forest.
It was like your scared place, nobody could mess with you there. You blame this connection on your father, he was a scientist, and when you were one year old, he surrounded you with his work. You don't remember everything, obviously, but you remember people.
A woman, she was nice but spent much time in her studies. And a man in a wheelchair, he was fun he always played with you. Although he always seemed to be going somewhere else.
Your father rarely let you out of his grasp, but when he did you explored everything in the forest. Your mind and body were one and you could truly be free, but at some point, we all have to grow up.
You can't remember much else about your father, but he died trying to protect you. Your mother never talks about it, and you don't bring it up. But you still feel connected to your father, like you know he is watching over you.
It's the main reason you wanted to become a scientist, to finish what he began. Your mother was very against this, she said it was far too dangerous and you should stick with a job like a teacher. You never listened to her, your mind was set on being a scientist.
“Come on, [Y/n] we can't keep them waiting!” your mother knocked on your door again. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you wore a dress you’d never choose and had your hair in a style that didn't suit your face.
“Mother, why are you doing this again?” you opened the door and your mother quickly dragged you down the stairs. “It is always nice to meet with the Smiths! They invited us so we will go,” you got in the car and sighed. You were meant to be researching more into your father's study.
He wrote of a place far from here, one that took six years to get to but somehow only took him a few seconds. The rest of the work is torn up as if someone hadn't wanted anyone to know the rest.
You studied his work every day since you found it. You wish you got to meet the man everybody spoke of, but you sadly don't carry many memories with the man.
“Please do not talk anyone's ears off with nonsense talking,” you weren't even paying attention to a word coming from her mouth. Your eyes raced with the trees, “the smiths have a lovely back garden, maybe if you behave they’ll let you in it,” you lit up at the idea, “okay!”
When you both pulled up, you noticed how everyone dressed nicely, “what are we celebrating here?” your mother checked your outfit once more, “we don't need to celebrate something to dress nicely, [Y/n],” you sighed and walked inside.
Everyone waved at you, which was weird since they never spoke with you. You sat on the couch, closest to the sliding door. “Penny for your thought?” you turned and noticed, James, the oldest Smith child, “just thinking.”
He smiled sitting down next to you, “you're rather an odd one,” you gave him a face, “i’m not odd, I just do things differently.” He laughed, “there is nothing interesting in the garden, yet your eyes cling to it,” you looked at him.
“I was just imaging what it be like to live in the woods,” it was his turn to make a face, “probably terrible, such thoughts are better left in the mind.”
You looked away, you weren't in the mood to cause trouble so you chose to be nice, “I guess.”
He stood up quickly clearing his throat. “Meet me in the garden, I have a little surprise waiting for you,” you nodded before walking off. You would rather be anywhere but here, you rather be studying, playing in the forest, or just staring at a wall.
You thought you became a little dumber every time you hung out with your mother's “friends.” They were no fun at all, and their children were annoying to be around.
“You should head to the garden,” a little boy came up to you, “don't listen to him, he has nothing important to say,” a girl his same age came talking next. “At least people listen when I speak,” the boy hit the girl causing a mini fight.
“Let go of me, penis face!” the girl yelled causing a laugh to fall from your lips, “how about we head there together,” they stopped and you three headed in the back.
It was breathtaking, you couldn't help but walk a little faster then the two children. “Gorgeous,” you whispered under your breath.
You let the sun kiss your face, you let the wind pick your hair, and you listened to the songs of the birds. You sat down on the grass, till a voice could be heard, “there you are we’ve been looking for you,” James looked at you funny while you stood up.
He led you to the gazebo under a big oak tree, “stay here,” everyone seemed to pour in as he turned around. Your mother smiled big at you, “smile,” she mouthed at you. You smiled at her request confused as to why everyone was watching, James fell to one knee and grabbed your hands, “[Y/n] [L/n], will you be my wife?”
So, this is what everything is about? The reason everyone is all dressed up and watching you? To see you become engaged? You took your hands back, flashing an awkward smile, “where is this coming from?” James laughed, “this has been in the plans for months,” you couldn't believe your mother would do this to you.
You touched your forehead, “I need a moment.” You ran in the opposite direction, they were the last people you wanted to see.
How could your mother throw something like this on you? She didn't even ask if you wanted to marry, and she knew you were planning on being a scientist. That's when it hit you, she wanted to marry you off so wouldn't end up like your father.
You walked deeper, letting mad mumbles leave your mouth, “I decide who I marry, and it will certainly not be that boy!” As you walked, your dress became stuck on a branch, “and this excuse of a dress,” you tugged hard on the dress.
“I’ll be dammed if i’m forced to marry that man, I’ll run away!” anger engulfed your body. You tugged harder the dress finally letting loose, but not without a rip. “[Y/n]!” you heard your name and began running. You didn't know where you were headed but getting caught was the last thing you needed.
As you ran you kept turning around trying to see who was behind you, but you saw nothing. You were running so fast, you hadn't noticed the big tree in front of you.
You collided with it, blacking out at impact. The voice that called for you stopped, and the footsteps stopped it became very peaceful.
Jake watched as his children played. He never dreamed of having children, his mind was moving too fast for that. Until he met you, barely even a baby a fresh toddler with so much energy.
Everyone was a bit weary of him at first, they wanted his brother. The one who trained his whole life to see this planet, yet they ended up stuck with Jake.
But you wanted to play with him the moment you met him. You played with him, made him laugh, and always treated him with kindness. It was like you didn't even realize he was in a wheelchair, you just wanted a friend.
That's the good thing about children, they always see the good in you before judging.
Grace played with you sometimes, although she was more busy working you could tell she held a soft spot for you.
You were a human child, he wondered how you even got there. Your father was the smartest man alive, he figured out a way to travel from earth to Pandora in six minutes.
Your father was absolutely smitten with you. Showing you what he was working on, always finding something to keep you busy. He loved you even in his last moments, he loved you.
Jake regrets letting you go back to earth, it was selfish of him but he just had a feeling this is where you belong. Especially after knowing you can breathe pandora air without a mask.
It was actually the first time you met Neytiri, your father had been distracted for a few seconds, and you wandered off.
Now any other human would immediately start gasping for air, but you were different it didn't affect you at all. You were perfectly fine and played with flowers, till you heard Jake and Neytiri laughing.
They had been sitting by the river, letting the sun hit them when you walked over. You giggled loudly running right into Jake’s arms.
“Jake!” you grabbed hold of his ears playing with them. “I thought humans couldn't breathe without those masks,” Neytiri looked at you weirdly. She hated humans and couldn't believe the fact she was looking at one so small.
“Let's go back to daddy, [Y/n],” he grabbed you and walked you towards your father's study. “Stay right here,” he couldn't open the front door and left you there as he tried to find an alternative.
Your eyes landed back on the other lady, and your legs carried you back to where she was. She was watching the river as it sang a song you giggled a little walking slowly, “hello.”
The woman turned and looked at you funny, “where is Jake? How’d you get here?” you laughed as you didn't understand what she had said.
She stood up and started motioning for you to leave, “go away! Go back to Jake, human child,” you smiled and grabbed her hand hugging it, “[Y/n]!” you said your name.
“And i’m Neytiri,” she felt her heart soften as you laughed, “up, up!” you started jumping for her to pick you up. She pretended to not care, but she still picked you up.
Your hands immediately touched her ears, she watched as your eyes lit up, and your fingers then traced her freckles and you let out a happy laugh, “pretty!”
“[Y/n]!” Jake ran back for you, he stopped as he watched the scene. Neytiri became absolutely smitten with you, laughing as you tried playing with her tail. “She is very cute,” Neytiri said acknowledging Jake’s presence.
You played with the two of them for a few minutes, but they were enough to have Jake wondering what it would be like to start a family with Neytiri.
She was so gentle with you, he didn't know if it was because she didn't want to hurt you, or because you were so small. He looked back on these memories with fondness.
“What are you thinking about,” Neytiri wrapped an arm around his waist bringing him back to reality.
“Her,” he wished you were able to grow up with his kids. Neytiri never liked humans, but for you, she held a special spot in her heart.
“Daddy, watch me!” Tuk jumped from a high rock landing on her feet. Tuk reminded Jake of your spirit always eager to learn.
“Good job!” Tuk ran into his arms, laughing. Neytiri also found herself thinking about you, “you guys seem lost in thought today,” Kiri said she noticed how absent-minded the both of them were acting. “We are thinking of the past,” Neytiri smiled bittersweet at the memories.
Neteyam's parents, of course, told them what happened before they were born, but he knew they didn't tell the whole story.
“She was only a year older than Neteyam,” Jake started, “she was a very energetic child, for a human child,” Tuk eyes widen, “there was another human baby here before Spider!”
Neytiri nodded, “she was different from him, she could breathe the air here,” the children's eyes widen at the thought of their mother liking a human. “She was very brave, even for being so small.”
“She saved me and your father, children,” Neytiri would never forget the bravery you showed even though you were still small.
Neteyam’s interest grew as his parents spoke of you. He wanted to meet the brave human child, “what happened to her?”
Neytiri's eyes fell, “well, her father passed so they sent her to live with her mother back on earth.” Lo’ak thought for a minute, “but I thought babies couldn't go back?” Jake nodded, “they can't but her father-.”
“AHHHHHHH,” a scream was heard through the forest. Tuk clung to her father quickly, “what was that?” Jake handed Tuk to Kiri as he placed a hovering hand over his knife.
“Stay behind me,” Neytiri stood closely as they came closer, a Na’vi sat on the floor looking at her hands. When Tuk noticed it wasn't a threat she ran toward her, “are you okay?”
A blood-curdling scream came out of the girl as she pushed herself away, “STAY AWAY.”
Your eyes landed on Jake, and his heart stopped beating. Neytiri came closer, trying to grab Tuk when she stopped as well. They’d recognize those big eyes anywhere, “[Y/n].”
When you had awoken, you didn't remember anything. Well, you remembered why you ran off, but you didn't remember tripping or falling.
You attempted to stand up but fell quickly. It was like you were in a new body, so when you looked down at your hands and saw blue you couldn't help but scream. Had you fallen in paint? You felt your body and realized you were no longer human at all. You took a deep breath in, “must be a dream.”
That was the only logical way to explain how this could happen. You examined your hand, you must've been starting for a long period of time you hadn't noticed the little Na’vi girl come in front of you.
“Are you okay?” you let a scream out, covering your mouth afterward to stop yourself. You heard bushes move and noticed another blue Na’vi come out, “[Y/n],” you couldn't believe he said your name.
“I thought she was human,” the girl in front of you spoke as another one came out the pushes, “I don't think this is her,” someone spoke from behind the large man. “Maybe she is,” a tall boy spoke. He immediately went quiet when you made eye contact, looking anywhere but at you.
Neteyam felt like he was going to vomit just looking at you. You were absolutely stunning, although you looked lost. Your eyes traveled to everyone, “she’d be human if she were [Y/n],” you stood up stabilizing yourself with a sigh, “how could I be the wrong [Y/n]” if this is my dream?”
You rubbed your arm, which had a nasty cut from falling earlier, “who are all of you anyway?” You assumed you’d be waking up from this lucid dream soon enough, so why not talk to the people.
“I’m Tuk! That’s my sister Kiri!” the little girl pointed at a girl who waved at you. You gave a smile back, “that's my brother Lo’ak, and that's my other brother, Neteyam.”
You nodded at Lo’ak and went to do the same to Neteyam, but his eyes were stuck on you. “Hello,” you spoke to him breaking him from his trance. “Hi,” he spoke shyly.
“And these are our parents-,” Neytiri cut the girl off, “Neytiri and Jake,” she assumed their name would jog your memory but you didn't say anything, “cool names, and you guys already know mine.”
“Let us bring you to Mo’at, she can heal your arm,” Kiri came forward and began dragging you. “I’ll be alright when I wake up, no need!”
Everyone looked at you funny but kept walking, “how come she hasn't remembered?” Neytiri whispered to Jake who shrugged, “give her time it's been a while.”
Your eyes lit up as you watched the scenery around you, “this place is amazing!” you faced Neteyam, “my father was a scientist!”
Neteyam watched as you stopped every five seconds to look at something, “my mother said he was crazy smart,” Neteyam smiled, “you must be then.”
“Oh, i’m not up to his level yet, but hopefully by next year I’ll be sure to be even smarter!” Jake smiled he knew you’d probably outgrow your father's smartness.
“Who is this Mo’at person?” you looked at Neteyam to answer but he said nothing so Kiri spoke up, “she is our tribe Tsahik,” you nodded as you all walked closer, “Tsahik,” you muttered the word under your breath.
“We're here!” Kiri brought you to sit down as an older woman walked in. She smiled big at you, “who are you?” the woman grabbed your arm examining the cut, “Mo’at?” the woman made eye contact with you, “no, i’m Mo’at the question is who are you.”
“[Y/n],” you winced as she began fixing the cut, “the [Y/n]?” you shrugged, “is there another one of me walking around here?” the woman gave you a smile, “last time we spoke you could barely walk, let alone speak.”
You looked at her funny, “we’ve met before?” she laughed as Jake walked in, “I think she might have hit her head on her way here!” Jake gave a sad smile, “you are to be a Tsahik in training very soon, we can't have one with memory loss.”
Your eyes widen as the woman finally finished your arm, “Tsahik in training? What is she talking about?” you stood up facing them, “you’re [Y/n] are you not?” Jake questioned you, “Mo’at you remember her, you'd know if she was her.”
“Not hardly,” Neteyam walked in as Jake sighed, “you looked so much like her,” Even though you were blue now, Jake swore he’d be able to recognize your smile and your eyes. You backed up walking into Neteyam, “this is just a dream.”
Neteyam looked at you weirdly, “i’m going to wake up and be back in my room,” you pinched yourself yet nothing changed. You pinched yourself harder, and this time Neteyam put a hand over yours stopping you. “Okay, maybe this isn't a dream.”
“Maybe if I brought you by the waterfall it help jog your memory,” Neteyam smiled at you. You nodded as he led you out of the room, “there is no memory to come back, you guys have the wrong girl!” Jake watched as you left the room.
“She was picked by Eywa,” Mo’at said, “she will sooner or later learn her fate,” Jake nodded, “I just wish things didn't go down the way they did.” Mo’at nodded, “we all wish things were different.”
You sat by the peaceful waterfall in silence. Unbeknownst to you, this was the very one you met Neytiri at, “remember yet?” you shook your head. “You said your father was a scientist, what was he like?”
You shrugged looking at him, “wouldn't know he died when I was younger. But I still feel connected to him, I have all his old diaries.”
You smiled at Neteyam which made his heart flutter, “he spoke of me in them, he said he loved me more than anything. Can you imagine loving someone is much, you’d die for them?”
Neteyam nodded, “yea, I understand,” you blushed looking away, “I wish I could stay here,” you knew whenever you found your way home, you’d be forced back to reality which was marrying that boy.
“Then stay, we could explore the forest every day together!” he grabbed your hands looking into your eyes. “I wish but my mom would hate it,” you felt so comfortable opening up to Neteyam it was like you’d known him your whole life.
“She’s forcing me to marry someone,” Tears welled up in your eyes thinking about it. “I’m my own person and it feels like she just wants to get rid of me.” Neteyam kissed your knuckles, “it's going to be okay.”
Neteyam let you rant, he listened only speaking to calm you, he hugged you and you felt so safe. You both were put till late, talking about different things.
“Sky people have been terrorizing us for a long time,” you listened as he explained how his father used to be one of them, but Eywa chose him, “Eywa saw him and let him become one of the people.”
“What do you mean she saw him?” Neteyam smiled, “when someone says they see you, they don't mean literally they mean they see into you.”
You still looked a little confused so he did a hand gesture, “I see you, [Y/n], I see into you, I see the raw version, not just the one you put up for others,” you smiled big, “I see you Neteyam.”
He smiled, “do you still not remember?” you sighed, “I don't remember anything Neteyam, I wish I could!” A sudden movement in the bushes caused Neteyam to jump in front of you, “let's head back.”
As you both moved quickly, a hand grabbed you by the hair pulling you away from Neteyam, “Neteyam!” you reached out for him but he was grabbed by his queue.
He yelled out in pain, and a memory came back to mind. A man screamed as he was being held by his hair, “look at this pretty little thing,” the man behind you held you firmly as he sniffed you. “Let go of her,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Please let him go,” you tried moving but it was futile, a larger man came out smiling, and Neteyam's eyes widen at the man. “Surprised?” tears rolled down your cheeks as he came closer to you, “don't cry, pretty girl but it seems your boyfriend might've forgotten to tell you who I am.”
“They call me Quaritch, but you can call me Miles.” He flashed you a smile as the man behind you laughed. “DON’T TOUCH HER!” Neteyam screamed causing the man to look at him.
“Good catch, you caught his oldest son,” the man grabbed Neteyam, “here's what's going to happen, little lady here is going to tell Jake Sully we have his son,” he shook Neteyam a bit, “or else i’m going to kill him.”
The man let go of you and you tried running to get to Neteyam, “Stop, please!” Neteyam was dragged away but not before you heard him yelling, “it's going to be okay, my love.”
They left as soon as they came, leaving you to your tears. You wiped your tears and stood up quickly, heading back to Jake. You were going to get Neteyam back.
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I’m excited to see if you guys like this one! Hopefully, I really liked this idea! Hope you enjoy it!
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Fic Writer Interview (20 Questions)
This tag game passed by twice, once in January (because apparently this post has been sitting in my drafts that long) and again several months later, so forgive me for not remembering who to tag! These questions seem fun, so if anyone wants to join, feel free to say I tagged you!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
20 at the moment, with plenty more WIPs.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
480,895 words and counting.
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Not counting TMW bonus content, the top 5 are:
The Mad Witch (758 kudos)
"The Scarlett Cauldron" (77 kudos)
"Fear Itself" (76 kudos)
"The Most Powerful Witch" (72 kudos)
"Piper's Best Worst Day" (57 kudos)
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to! I love engaging with my readers and other members of the fandom. Every comment always makes my whole day. Life gets busy sometimes, so I don't always have the time to respond to every single one, but I definitely see and appreciate all of them!
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Usually my fics have fairly hopeful endings, but "3 Years Ago," a pre-canon Murdered: Soul Suspect fic might fit the bill. Sometime in the future, it has the potential to be topped by "Will of the People," a Fallout 4 WIP that revolves around the Diamond City anti-ghoul riots.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
My Secret Santa fics, "It's Not the Fall" and "Flawed Phials," definitely have the fluffiest endings!
7. Do you write crossovers?
Nope!
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I get rude or condescending comments on occasion from people who don't know how to hit the back button and/or are unfamiliar with fandom etiquette, though nothing actively malicious. The one time I received a transphobic/homophobic message in response to TMW it was private (if it was public, I would have deleted it; I don't give a platform to that kind of thing at all), and honestly I hope that person is in a better place now because they really didn't seem okay at the time. I'm fortunate that the vast majority of my readers and mutuals are such wonderfully amazing and kind people.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, BUT, before you get too excited, not in The Mad Witch. Smut is by definition graphic, and TMW has a Teen rating that shall remain unchanged.
The smut scenes I've drafted so far (F/F and F/M) are for my Rosemary Reaper series (post-canon Fallout 4 WIP). Those fics will all be rated Mature, so while not overly explicit, they'll definitely be spicier than TMW. Maybe I'll share a snippet sometime if there's any demand for it.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of?? I have long since deleted my Wattpad account, so my fics should only be on AO3. If anyone ever finds one of my fics elsewhere in the wild, please let me know.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have not, which is probably for the best. I would like to make some heavy edits to the beginning of TMW when I'm done with it.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not a fic, though I have co-written a short fantasy story with a friend, with him writing for one POV character and me for another. We agreed on major actions and story beats, but we each kept a major secret that we didn't reveal until after we had written our individual parts. It was a lot of fun (though we were both painfully unskilled at the time).
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I don't know if I really have one. I have ships I enjoy and characters I like to pair with OCs, though nothing I feel properly obsessive over. This might be a consequence of primarily writing for video game fandoms. But I do have my default game romances: Merula in HPHM, Piper in Fallout 4, Marcurio in Skyrim, etc. I'm also a sucker for unrequited love interests, like Serana in Skyrim and Aveline in Dragon Age 2. The ANGST.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I never want to say never because I'm currently 83,435 words into the last fic I said I would never write. But there are two fics that I'm almost certain I will never finish, which I'm kind of sad about: my post-canon Murdered: Soul Suspect longfic, A Certain Darkness, and my RWBY OC team longfic, DSRT.
I made it just shy of 200,000 words into A Certain Darkness before I had to drop it. My writing skills ended up surpassing the progress I had made, and by the time I realized how many characters, relationships, and plot points were just straight up bad, I had written myself into a corner. I do love Joy and Angel so much, a medium/ghost duo with way more homoerotic tension than my closeted teenage self ever intended. Maybe one day I'll gut the story, drop the characters into a different setting, and make it something original. One day.
DSRT ran into a similar problem, though fortunately I only ever wrote the first few chapters. I could probably reattempt it if I really wanted, but with the overwhelming number of WIPs I already have, it's hard to imagine finding the time. I do miss my team of teenage idiots: Dustin, Saul, Rosemary, and Talos. It was supposed to have a really tragic ending too, which I don't often get to write.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I often receive compliments on how human I make my characters feel, which is the highest honor anyone could give. I've been told my dialogue frequently flows smoothly too.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Conciseness. Why is this post so long omg.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Do it carefully and with necessity. Maybe a character is bilingual and blends languages, so it's part of their characterization. Maybe a password or spell needs to be said in another language because it's old or pretentious. It can work, but it can also be easy to mess up. I personally avoid writing dialogue in languages I don't have a good grasp of, or I try to consult other people if I do (not Google Translate, which sucks).
There's also the matter of if the POV character even understands the language being spoken. If they don't, then I don't write the language out (unless it's a phrase the character is going to learn later on). In these instances, it makes more sense to write something like, "The man muttered a phrase in a language she didn't recognize," or "She fired off something in Spanish, the words too quick to catch."
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars the Clone Wars, baby! I was like ten or eleven. Never published, but my worldbuilding for that longfic (a saga, more like) was insanely elaborate. Alas, another story for the WIP graveyard.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Eventually, I want to get back to my Skyrim WIP, which includes a main Dragonborn/Marcurio ship. Maybe even with a little Dragonborn/Serana infidelity on the side (which Marcurio absolutely does not deserve, the poor guy).
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
I mean, I have to say The Mad Witch, don't I? That fic is where my community is, where every time I post a chapter I have a ton of people who get excited about it with me. It is the story I think about constantly, that I have spent literal years writing and daydreaming about. No matter what I've written before or will write since, this will be the defining fic in my journey as a writer.
That, and I have a special fondness for "Case by Case." I just think it's neat.
#there's so much going on in this post i don't know how to tag it#it wasn't supposed to be this LONG#tag game
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Have you ever drawn a personality swap with the group? Or maybe even like an opposite personality thing. Idk I was imagining k k with a bit of attitude
mnn... I doodle full-on body swaps (x) once in a blue moon, but I don't usually tend to sit too long on personality swaps?
here's two hypothetical configurations though (based off my own interpretations for convenience). these keep their main trait (energetic/smooth/silly) and alter their personalities solely.
swt is a worker and a perfectionist; it is also, well. sweet! but has a lot of drive while being a bit stubborn. cpn would be more strong-willed (while still avoiding physical conflict), and he'd be the sort to try and work to avoid any feelings/thoughts. cks would be less easygoing, but they'd still be excitable! (their jokes, unfortunately, land a lot more flat this way.) they'd have more priority on work than play.
cpn cares about appearance a lot and maintaining things (or getting new, better things). swt's never been much to care about its looks, but this verse would make them a bit more worried about how cube-like it is and try to smooth those edges down. cks would be the kind to act like they're flirting/being deceptive, but it's all just to lead it into some sort of joke or silly prank. basically they're just more lowkey (and self-conscious).
cks is a huge people pleaser that doesn't want anyone to fret over them and fairly passive when it comes to taking lead. in this case... swt would want to make sure everyone (and it means Everyone) has fun; they also have far too much energy and not enough time to do everything that comes to mind. if they didn't have enough dropped drafts already, well, now they have so many more... cpn would be the guy that tries to play cute/cool in a funny way, not a "hey mama what's up!" way, and would Not have many issues with their identity.
...at least, the configuration I like more is scc but one position to the left (swt with cpn's, cpn with cks's); that's just me being biased. I could talk about the dynamics of both kinds in another post, maybe...?
and an opposite personality verse sounds interesting, but I'm not sure how that'd go...
is it that sweet becomes less brave and willing to fight whereas cap'n takes on those attributes? k_k being more straightforward and honest than they are silly (e.g., "I'm thirsty" when wounded)? no clue... I don't really enjoy this one too much since it takes too much away from them when it's exaggerated in such a way............. kinda.
#[inbox]#[art]#[2023]#i love worldbuilding and i love thinking about verses but even if i want to get into it here i don't think the weather is permitting me to#it doesn't really matter what kind of personality they have - swt and cpn are still going to bicker; and they all respect each other in#their own way as well. albeit the swaps make the arguments less... long?#k!cpn would scam you with a smile and s!cks would still give you the free bagels because they don't have any vendettas against you.#k!swt would still fight you as well but that's ... more of a try and get you swayed to the good sight with good fun and dance. almost.#mmm... y'know? i could talk about it more if anyone really wants but i'll leave it as that for now and lie down#i never pass up excuses to put them in outfits in like 👍 hope they're free on weekends!
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Missed Connection
Zane wakes up to an empty bed. Once upon a time that wouldn't be unusual, but he was rather used to waking up next to his beloved scientist. He sets out to find him before something bigger and nastier scoops Casper up instead. Read on AO3 here
Zane wasn't a fan of leaving his apartment. He was safe in 665, which couldn't be said for anywhere else in the Dark Place. Room 665 was his domain. Not even Alan could really hurt him in there; reality just a suggestion, just a draft that he could edit and reshoot as many times as his heart desired. Sure, he made little excursions out, especially when he heard that there might be something, or someone, new out there. But that wasn't the reason why he had stepped out of his safe haven today.
He had lost his Darling.
He wasn't sure how he'd lost the other man. He had fallen asleep next to Casper after a night of passion, and when he had woken up, the man was gone. Now if this was Alan, he wouldn't be shocked; he never stayed for long, always trying to escape. New plots, new characters, new drafts to write. But Darling was a little more permanent, rarely leaving and never straying from the boundaries of the Oceanview Hotel.
Zane and the Hotel had an understanding. If Darling was still here, the hotel would have let him know. Their little deal was that Zane would lure people to the building and the Hotel would keep their prey here. Now, Zane was fond enough of Darling to not consider him prey (anymore), but the deal still stood. If anything, the Oceanview shouldn't have let him leave at all. Normally only those like Zane and Alan could get in and out without assistance.
Which made Zane think that maybe someone had taken Casper. He couldn't blame them; Darling was so very precious, but the scientist belonged to him, and he didn't appreciate people taking his things. So now here he was, storming across the rain-sodden streets to the only person he could reliably find.
Zane did not like Door.
He didn't like being in his presence, didn't like being in his studio. It was like being watched by a hungry wolf, and Zane preferred to be the one doing the hunting around here. He could never get a read on Door, never sure if his friendliness was a mask or his anger just a joke. He just couldn't trust anything the man said or did, and half of Door’s words were riddles upon riddles.
It did give Zane perspective on how frustrated and confused he must make other people. Not that he was going to change his own behaviour; he had far too much fun.
Door was sitting at his desk, sipping a coffee, looking like he was waiting for Zane to arrive. With the knowledge Door had at his fingertips, he probably was. Zane didn't fit in here. Alan did, in that suit of his, all neat and proper. Door probably wished that Zane would put a shirt on.
Door peered at him over the rim of his mug.
“Hello Tom. What brings you here to my humble studio? If you're looking for Wake, you just missed him. A shame, I would love to have the both of you on my show.”
Hmm, Zane was sure that Door would love that, but he considered himself a man for film, not television. If Zane's domain was his apartment, the studio was Door’s, which meant that every second here was a risk that Zane could not afford.
“No, not today I’m afraid! I'm looking for a scientist, Dr. Casper Darling. We've been working together, but someone has taken him. I don't suppose you know where he is?” Zane, despite his trepidation at being near Door, let his power flicker and whirr around him. A blatantly unsubtle threat, not that he could even begin to hurt Door here; he’d likely struggle even in his apartment. But despite his smile and casual demeanour, he needed Door to understand just how serious he was about Darling going missing.
Door raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“I haven’t seen your doctor, I have better things to do quite honestly, Thomas.”
“Oh really? Because there aren’t many people who can enter the Hotel freely, even less who can enter my apartment. Maybe I should go talk to Breaker, maybe your little pet project would be more willing to help me.”
Zane could feel the floor beneath him buckle and took an instinctive, unsteady step back as Door stood up.
“You are pushing your luck. Get out, Casper Darling is not here, and you had better hope he never finds himself in my studio.”
Zane didn’t wait for Door to finish his sentence; he was already across the room and crashing through the double doors. Cast out of Door’s studio, Zane fled back into Alan’s twisted version of New York. He hated it here; it wasn’t the sort of place he would set a story, especially not as important as one that could potentially free him from the darkness.
But unfortunately, this wasn’t one of his beautiful films; it was Wake’s godawful horror that he was stuck in—unceasing, unrelenting rain included.
As terrible as it might have been, Zane really was banking on Door having his Darling because now he had no clue who could have him. He cautiously peered into Breaker’s latest hideout, careful to seem nonthreatening so as to not provoke Door’s ire, no sign of Darling, just a startled sheriff who seemed to think he was Alan. Tom wandered the streets, soaked through. His hair lay limp and stuck to his face, his trousers were even more glued to his legs than usual, and his jacket was too thin to provide any protection at all. No wonder Breaker thought he was Alan; he had never looked so much like the writer. Zane checked the cinema and the construction site, parliament tower was abandoned—cold and quiet—he even went to room 666 to see if Scratch had made off with his beloved Casper.
He felt cold, colder than he had ever felt since he cast himself into the lake, as he made his way back to his apartment. His skin chilled from the rain and his heart frozen with fear, heavy with grief.
But as he stood outside his apartment, he could hear voices. They could have been confused for the same voice talking to itself, as similar as they were. But Zane was very familiar with both of these voices, having spent long hours talking to them both. He took a calming breath, composed himself. A flicker of overexposed film and his clothes shifted into something drier, something that would catch Darling and Wake’s eyes. It never hurt to up his chances, especially with both of his favourite people cosied up in his room. He fluffed up his hair and tried to make it look like he hadn’t spent the last god knows how long running around frantically.
Pushing open the door with a smile, the two men inside his room looked at him in surprise.
“Tom! We were wondering where you had wandered off to!” Darling strode up, curling a hand around the back of Tom’s neck and pulling him down into a filthy kiss. Zane hummed into Casper’s mouth, wrapping his arms around his Darling, enjoying the other man’s warmth and presence.
Darling stunk of whiskey, and Alan was cradling an almost empty bottle of Campari while a lit joint was held limply in his free hand. He took a long swallow from the bottle while Zane watched. Alan was laid back in his bed, the sheets still rumpled from where Darling had been laid next to him moments before. He hadn’t even needed to be here to convince Alan to loosen up. Truly Darling was something else to relax Alan so easily.
Zane pulled back from the kiss, hooking his chin over Casper’s shoulder as he hugged him close to his chest, which allowed him to look over at Alan as he bared his teeth in something that could only just be confused for a smile.
“Been keeping my Darling company for me, have you?”
Alan, drunk as he was, didn’t hear the threat that coloured Zane’s tone.
“Yeah,” Alan slurred, “Casper’s nice.”
Wake certainly didn’t think that Casper was nice the last time he had been here with them, but the writer probably couldn’t remember that loop. Likely for the best, Zane would never be able to get him to do anything if he could actually remember what the filmmaker had done to him before.
But it did assure Tom that Alan hadn’t been up to anything nefarious, had likely come looking for him and found Casper exploring the halls instead. But that didn’t explain why he hadn’t been able to find the pair.
“Hmm, he sure is, isn’t he? Did you take him somewhere, Alan? I was very worried to wake up without him. It’s dangerous out there.”
Alan nodded along; it was very dangerous out there, Zane was right.
“Was talkin’ about the places outside the hotel and mentioned Mirror Peak Bar. Was only there for a little bit. I think he picked something up for you? Might have drunk it though, I can’t remember. S’rry.”
It was entirely possible that Zane had only missed them by a few minutes then, leaving Oceanview for Door’s studio only just before these two returned to the apartment.
Darling ran his hands gently up Tom's back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of the jacket; he leaned in to plant soft kisses on Zane's cheek. The gesture was tender, filled with a sense of intimacy that lingered in the air. With a playful urgency, Zane began to guide Casper backwards, until his Darling felt the mattress beneath him. He was lowered onto the sheets, landing beside Alan, who was already comfortably sprawled out.
Darling, with his shirt partially unbuttoned, offered a glimpse of his torso, while his boxers hung low on his hips. Wake had chosen to leave his shirt behind entirely, revealing the soft lines of his body.
He moved up to the bed and crawled towards the pair, grabbing a hold of Wake’s hair and dragging him over to his Darling. A soft touch to his cheek nudged Casper into initiating a kiss, Alan acquiescing easily to Zane’s manhandling and Casper’s enthusiastic affection. They clearly hadn’t just been drinking while he had been gone.
He couldn't help but stare at his two handsome men. Maybe he'd let Alan off the hook without punishment this time for taking Darling outside without permission. After all, Alan's intentions were good—he was just trying to help. But as Zane watched them, he felt a shiver run down his spine and his breath caught in his throat. Casper was holding Alan tight, his hands grasping his ass, and he was rutting against him with an unmistakable hunger.
Yes, Tom thought, he could just manage to forgive him.
Just this once.
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