#this is terrifying how do yall just POST YOUR FANFICS

[kayleighwinchester]

So, I've really been debating how I want to post my fics, if I wanted to start posting them at all. Kayleigh's been my brain-child for 12 years now - since I was 14! - and the idea of putting her out there is much scarier to me as an adult than it was as a high-schooler. Much love to @zepskies for encouraging me to post some of the less episode-centric bits as one-shots; I don't think anything would ever end up posted otherwise! (And a big shout out to the Pond for the prompts that finally got me to write something substantial again!)

This is the first of (hopefully) many smaller snippets. I'm hoping to get more of the important bits posted soon, and those will have a lot more context for what you see in these! So, here we go: ya'll's first glimpse into my favorite dumpster-fire of a ship! These will be tagged by season.

Dean’s got a stupid grin on his face a mile wide as the familiar chords began to play over the Impala’s speakers - it’s blatantly clear exactly how hard he’s trying not to look at Kayleigh’s face as Night Moves begins to play - and, more importantly, as he leans over to turn the volume dial higher, higher, higher still. Kayleigh leans forward from the backseat, arms crossing over the back of the front seat, her chin against the vinyl beside Sam’s head. “Is it still murder if I give him a heads up?” She stage-whispers to the younger Winchester brother, her own eyes cutting to Dean as she speaks. His grin only widens, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“That’s called a threat, Kay.” Sam informs her, hardly glancing up from his book, but there’s a grin beginning to tug at his lips, too - he glances briefly to Kayleigh, and then to Dean, as Kayleigh hisses out a soft, playfully disappointed ‘damn’. 

“Oh, come on, Leigh, you know you love this song.” Dean taunts, leaning over just slightly to be that little bit closer to her, their heads nearly touching - his eyes remain on the road, but flit to hers now and again. He has to speak up a bit to be heard over the radio, but even so, Sam’s snort of amusement is still audible as the younger of the three shifts to lean against the door, putting a bit of space between himself and the elder two. Even after just over a decade of watching their on-again-off-again romance, it felt just a little like intruding on something private, something secret; but maybe that was just that residual instinct - that unspoken rule from high school to keep things under John Winchester’s radar.

“Do I?” Kayleigh asks sarcastically, but she can’t pretend to be annoyed long - she turns her head just slightly to let her lips press briefly to Dean’s cheek. He scoffs, but that grin stays plastered onto his face like it was painted there, even as his face starts to go faintly red.

“Yeah! You know every word.” He reminds her, finally laying his arm across the back of the seat in front of her. 

“Yeah. Kind’a like I know half the shit that’s gonna come flyin’ outt’a your mouth, Winchester. ‘S called Stockholm Syndrome, or somethin’ like that.” She comments dryly, but she can’t help the grin that’s beginning to curl onto her own lips. 

“Gee, thanks, Sweetheart.” Dean snorts out as Sam begins to laugh. “Really feelin’ the love there. Really.” He rolls his eyes as Kayleigh shifts to sit more directly behind him, her arms draping lazily over his shoulders and her chin resting on his arm. He can’t keep the grin off of his face for long, however, as Kayleigh begins quietly humming along under her breath. Absently, he reaches up, fingers playing with the end of her ponytail, twisting the curls between his fingers, other hand on the wheel. “‘Sides, murder’s not on the agenda for today.” 

“It’s never supposed to be on the agenda, Dean,” Sam reminds him dryly, hardly glancing up from his book - if he could press himself any further against the door, any further away from them, Kayleigh’s sure he would. “‘S on mine,” She offers cheerfully, “just not ‘til tomorrow. We’re gettin’ to the Roadhouse tomorrow, right?” 

Sam's grin widens as Dean groans quietly, hand leaving Kayleigh's hair to scrub over his face.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Bonus- Chapter 31

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I am in a food coma right now, I am not going to lie. I went on a double date today that was a donut crawl part 1/2. We went to two local donut shops and sampled donuts- it was so tasty but also, SO MUCH SUGAR.

(I did read the chapter pre donut meal though with some white tea).

Left side Lady Glaze: we rated these 3/5. They were fine. But honestly not as good as they were when they opened the shop! Right side Debrodniks, much better but so sweet 4/5.

We have two more places to check out, but that will be another weekend LOL.

let's gooo chapter 31

I'm three sentences in and already intrigued by the chapter. Although, I am terrified for the nature of the survey questions. p339

unrelated to this chapter- this is such a random thing to include in this book. What I would give to have a glimpse into the brain of MXTX. Like I 100% want to know how this book came together and why certain things were included or not. So good

starting this interview with sass from Binghe AND unanswered age questions that even airplane has 0 idea about. pp339-340

Also airplane with this survey: yeah, let's just not answer these next 30 questions....p340

Airplane: describe each other. SQQ with 0 chill: (not actually but my interpretation of this literature) LBH cries so much, is a little bitch, and is also a big simp. LBH: Shizun is so kind. p340

Wait, this went from kind of awful for the duo to really soft. "What do you hate about one another?" LBH & SQQ: Nothing. p341.

Baby Binghe wants to husband this man so badly. p342

oh god. The fact that LBH thinks the Water Prison was their first date is WILD. p343

"A helpless masochist; beyond cure" not wrong about LBH. p345

My personal headcanon during this interview is that airplane is listening to these two and watching them interact and simultaneously questioning two things; 1. his own relationship dynamic with Mobei-jun and how the two in front of him are a disaster 2. his entire writing of LBH in PIDW and what has become of his beloved protagonist. p347

LOL WAIT. The next page he does indeed reflect on the second thought I wrote and PIDW. p348

"Best way to please your partner during sex" LBH: <confidently> not crying. Pls help this man, the standards LOL. p350

These two are so weird, but they work

I honestly don't know how they work, I don't even know how to describe this couple to other people, but like good for them. What two absolute weirdos. One is trying to actively gaslight themselves into being straight (while actively caring about the other) and the other is just smitten. So damn weird.

ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO! I hope to read it tomorrow morning (honestly mostly because Monday I want to start on the massive pile of fanfic yall have been so kind to share with me).

[astarionancuntnin]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

Thank you for the tag @nyx-knox!! <33

When did you start writing?

Like wayyyyyyyyy back, I technically wrote my first story when i was 11. I didn't write again until i was 15 (original pieces + fanfics), then i stopped and Im back at it again at 26 ayoooo

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

if i really need to search further into my favorite books, i would definitely say psychological horror and dramas

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I don't know writers enough to really get an idea of how to compare myself to any of them, but I do know that i tend to emulate what i'm exposed to, so if I read an entire series from an author, and they used a certain syntax, i'll tend to also do it by force of habit. (i also consider it a flaw cause i see it as hindering my writing creativity ;-;)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

its my personal pc that doubles as my work space, so its a bit all over the place ngl haha, theres a lot of astarion stickers and posters, all the furniture (keyboard, mouse, desk, etc) is pastel purple (my favorite colour), i have three screens (mostly for work but its also useful in day to day life) and my three wallpapers are astarion, of course. sometimes when i feel a writers block, i found out that writing on my laptop does unblock me! in that case, youll find me typing away on my couch in my living room uwu

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

MUSIC. What I write will be highly dependent on what I listen at the moment, like I was really into boywithuke when i wrote my angsty fics, and then i moved to a dark romance playlist and that got me going for die for you but then i was unable to continue my other fic cause i wasnt in an angsty mood anymore ._. (i swear i didnt abandon it, it just isnt the playlists turn to play on repeat) and rn im a lot into sleep token and ari abdul

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

So. Much. Smut. And angst. not surprising! my writing will also often depict my current state of mind. dw im in therapy, im working on it

What is your reason for writing?

It's my favorite creative output/the one im most experienced in! i wanna start drawing but i never find the time to really get into it and also terrified of failure which brings me to my second reason, its all i think i can do and i get dopanine reading nice comments teehee

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

when people tell me about a favourite part, when they liked the tension i managed to create, how i convey some characters, and most of all when i get told they loved a character i created!! this is so encouraging and pushes me to continue <3

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

i dont know how to answer to that .-. uh, i guess i want to be liked? seen as a good writer if anything? idk man ;-;

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Definitely descriptions, and creating a build up in a scene. I feel like it comes naturally to me and people have often told me that they are never lost when reading my scenes which reassures me so much LMAO I feel validated I also think I make really fun dialogue, especially banter with my ocs/tavs

How do you feel about your own writing?

i often self criticise my own work a lot, and i get that imposter syndrome where ill reread my work before posting and go "what the hell" in those moments, im grateful im not writing on paper cause that sheet would find its way to the trash real quick ^^ ' im sincerely truly blessed that my partner offers himself to read my pieces and beta read them, and tell me his honest opinion (there are things i wrote i wish i could forget and yall better be thankful he was there to stop me from posting first versions)

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

mix of both definitely. initially i wrote my own ideas and if people do end up liking them hell yeah!!! glad im able to find people that vibe the same way i do! then again, when i write for people, even if most of it comes from my silly little imagination, it was initially influenced by the request itself and is going to guide the writing specific to this piece, which honestly makes sense imo

Tagging 🏷️: @marlowethebard @roguishcat @anacdoce @charmandabear @marimosalad

[jolivira]

DW POSITIVITY DRIVE

in case you havent seen it, theres this initiative going around by taka to share stuff we love about doctor who!

so heres my list of stuff, in no particular order:

thasmin

I could write for hours about how important thasmin is to me but to spare all of you I wanted to focus on how the ship happened on the show, how chibbs, mandip and jodie saw our love for the characters and how much we related to them and decided to make it happen for us! and ended up gaving us one of the most beautiful wlw storylines ever

series 5

the whole crack in the wall plot is so well written and so mysterious and fun, honestly for me s5 is a capsule of everything good in doctor who! I loooove the fairytale/peter pan storyline sprinkled through amy's character, the humour, the episodes, river coming back, thE VAN GOGH EPISODE????

the van gogh episode

(I thought it deserved its own topic thingy because its that good)

PRAXEUS

its such a good episode, the visuals are stunning, the character parallels are great, the humour is good, it has so many iconic lines ("did she say brains" "thats why you smell like a dead bird" "Im a sucker for a scientist"), DID I MENTION BRAZILIAN QUEEN GABRIELA SPEAKING PORTUGUESE, the episode also takes advantage of the tardis potential and we go to new places outside europe/north america, gay kiss, its just such a good episodeeeeeee

him

missy what a beautifully complex character... sillyness combined with terrifying seriousness, danger, unpredictability and tragedy, with a potential for good just under the surface. basically I really like her and I will defend her to the end of times

yasmin khan god where do I even start. I think yaz has one of the most beautiful character arcs Ive ever seen, subtle and gentle, just like her. yaz is a character that at first glance people dont really get, and youre not supposed to, slowly she grows inside of you, opens up and develops. her journey from struggling with bullying and mental health issues, to desperately looking for something important to do and then meeting the doctor, falling in love with her, repressing her feelings to then finally come to terms with it and love her life like she never thought possible before (I need to stop here otherwise Im gonna bawl my eyes out) ((but you get the gist))

just any time the doctor speaks/pretends to speak with animals, aliens that dont speak english or babies, thats my shit right there

coatless 13 in the magenta shirt (I love her so much)

anytime the doctor Fixes or Builds Things and they are surrounded with steampunk tools and helmets and shit, like yes little nerd go make something explode

this one is a bit of a cheat cause its not about the show itself! but I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who creates stuff as well as supports stuff being made here in the fandom! in special I wanted to thank fanfic writers yall are fucking incredible and those masterpieces have helped me a ton, they also truly inspire me, so yeah keep on being amazing!!

I think that's all for now at least, and if you reached the end of this enormous post make sure to make your own, go go go!

[mrstsung]

Vent below if you like liu kang this post isn't for you. This is basically an anti liu kang and really angry post.

Giving y'all a warning.

Again DNI if you like liu kang or "stan" him. Or are a fire god liu kang fan. Because this post isn't for you.

Like I'm giving a warning for a reason because im not gonna be nice rn. I choose violence today ok?

Trying to cite warnings and tag this so people don't get up in arms. (Which they may anyways but hey thats on them if they click further)

Cw:vent,angry admin.

Last warning. If you like liu kang. Plz for the love of god dni and keep scrolling. But if you dont like him. And especially hate fire god liu kang. Plz Continue.

Vent below cut

If you like or stan liu kang but more so mk12/mk1 god *redacted titans derogatory* liu kang.

Kick rocks. He's an asshole. Have a nice die liu kang. 💀🗑⚰

Nah. You can miss me with that. Liu kang deserves nothing but death and suffering. In fact everyone BUT shang tsung deserves it.

Nah if yall would have gave shang something actually decent,livable,love and care,maybe a fucking decent friend that wasn't a previous roster member?,etc. None of this would be a problem. But nope. Liu kang had to be a petty whore bitch with bias agenda. Could have made him evil and made him like dark raiden. But nope you had to make him insufferable and unlikable.

Like a guy who hides behind the im nice,till you disagree or reject his ideals and suddenly you're gaslighted and given shit. Omg much like religious indoctrination. How interesting. But they dont wanna talk about that.

People don't wanna talk about how shitty the writing is. But people don't care so as long as the characters are pretty and fuckable enough. But the more things change the more they stay the same i guess.

Everytime i see mk12/mk1 liu kang i wanna spit on him and punch him and set him on fire and just want him dead and gone for good. Because i fucking hate him. I have never hated even kronika this bad,more so i felt she was a waste of potential, and redundant af. Nah He deserves die.

Like go to Super hell liu kang. Piss off with your shitty fanfic Timeline. Loser bitch ass hiding behind a fake ass smile and preaching peace. Peace my ass. Shit happened anyways. Makes fucking shinnok look like a fucking saint sweetheart in comparison.

Like im not even joking. I don't even care about his reasons. I dont even care what canon says. Or these fucking mk1 liu kang fans say anymore. Im tired.

Which we all know it's because he has weird hang ups over kitana when he could have just fucking left,said fuck it and married her anyways. She would have said yes. But he had to be weird about it,roundabout af,and make everyone suffer because he couldn't get edanian pussy.

Or it's because maybe he thinks he can do better than raiden. The arrogant prick. Nah that god dilf raised you and you give him this shit?! After all he went through?! Thi s is the thanks you give him?! Liu kang im not just disappointed in you im disappointed in the fact raiden didn't kill you off when he had the chance when he went dark. Would've Saved us a shitty game and a half.

Like liu kang did all the things and still had bad things if not worse things. Happen. Preaching peace and prosperity my ass. Fake ass ugly ass hoebag bitch. I hope he chokes on his spit in his sleep. I hope sand get in his ass and never comes out. I hope he dies from this bullshit lame tarkat disease and gets ultra mega plague. I just fucking hate it man.

The villains are lame. The story is lame. Liu kangs fanfic is lame. And nrs is lame.

I'd rather deal with the shitty 2021 movie than this shit. I'd rather deal with shitty writing in mk11 than this. Fr. At least it's entertaining shit.

And shang tsung isn't a fucking dumpster fire in the story. Shao kahn while a meathead is still terrifying. Quan chi isn't there but in 10 he was fucking beeeeeast. Shinnok. Poor shinnok. You deserve better. Cetrion was a waste. Kronika too. Geras was actually scary,but now he's a tool.

Legitimately the gameplay is just juggle better,gimmicky kameos bullshit,and same ol crap different wrapper.

Mk12/mk1? More like mk11.5 . Nothing changes thats worth the money.

I can find better shit on emulators.

Graphics aside what does the new game really truly have to offer? Nothing.

Wishful thinking. Like a bag of lays chips but unlike potato chips which is useful. This game sadly. Is not.

(Liu kang is only valid if he's from the 95 movie thats it. Fuck every other version. But even then it's thin ice at this point. Nrs has ruined liu kang for me.)

So yeah kick rocks liu kang. I hate liu kang and anyone who stans his ass rn in the story and the new game can fuck right off.

[solarsavoy]

I posted 747 times in 2022

That's 720 more posts than 2021!

261 posts created (35%)

486 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 684 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#assassination classroom - 118 posts

#solarsavoyart - 97 posts

#solarsavoyasks - 89 posts

#daily delivery - 79 posts

#solarsavoyfics - 70 posts

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#20 days of assassination classroom 2022 - 43 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#because im a writer that talks to my characters as though they were real and running rp accounts pretending to be them how do i know im not

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

No one asked, but I really wanted to answer it!

Ask game.

3 - 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

And I actually have 4 so... Here we go!

Treasure Planet. So underrated, which is totally unfair. Beautiful story and one of the few (if not only) Disney movies that don't have a love interest for the MC. It's all about growing up and finding yourself and found family. In fact, just realized, Jim is like Stag in that regard. Both were abandoned at a young age by their fathers and became rebellious to the point of being impossible to deal with until their father figure came into their life. And also, never having a father of my own to look up to, this really resonates with me. Haha, Deshi's dad left him at a young age too. I'm sensing a theme. 😆 Unlike Stag though, Deshi doesn't need a father figure in the sense that he's not looking for one nor does he find one. (Although Lord Carroll does get close...)

Sinbad, another underrated film. By Dreamworks this time. The most alluring part of this film:

That fucking hair!!! Man, I could just watch how her hair flows forever. Like, nobody has ever made hair that moves like this before, or since! It's close to underwater hair, but not quite, so Little Mermaid doesn't count. But seriously, that fucking hair. And Sinbad is pretty funny. 😆 Most quoted scene between Deo and I, a dude gets thrown up by a sea monster, shakes it off, and goes to attack again. "Give that guy a raise." -Sinbad Yes, please. He deserves it. 😀👍

Anastasia. I loved this movie growing up. Rasputin what such a terrifying bad guy, and Anastasia was anything but weak. Despite it not being a Disney flick at the time, it broke the mold on Disney princesses. Tangled and Frozen hadn't come out yet and Anastasia was the only princess to do what she wants, when she wants, how she wants. Instead of the man saving her from some evil villain, he saves her in the very beginning from a threat to the royal family. And then she saves herself from Rasputin at the end. Well, and Dimitri, because, you know, he was hanging off a bridge. So many movies before this were misogynistic and so many after are so feminist that they really diss on males, but in Anastasia, they are equals simply facing the world together, and to me, that's just beautiful. And this:

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#4

20 Days of Assassination Classroom 2022!

I totally meant to hype up the challenge like Hailey did with MaeIso week and didn't. 😅 Anyway, the 20 day Assassination Classroom challenge starts in 3 days! Get your drawings ready!

32 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

20 Days of Assassination Classroom 2022, Day 20

Episode 1...

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#2

20 Days of Assassination Classroom 2022, Day 1

It's a tie. I couldn't help it. 💙

Small reminder of the rules: just reblog the latest reblog with your additional answer to keep the chain going! A new post will be made for each day. No time limit to reblog. Enjoy!

37 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Saw someone else post a pic of an older version of Danny and I just had to add my own. ^^ It was done a year and a half ago, but I hope yall like it!

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[zet-sway]

@the-wip-project day 35:

I don't know what today's question is but I gotta write a wall of text about what happened last night because holy shit

I was on the verge of falling asleep and, like I usually do, I decided to hunt for some spicy fanfics to read on my phone. I found one.

All my posts are long but this one is real fucking long. CW for touching on dub-con and injury mentioned in the type of context it probably shouldn't be.

It's time for me to admit that not only am I a oneshot writer, I'm also a oneshot reader. I am drawn to short fanfics. If I click on a chaptered fic, it's (usually) because it's rated E for smut and I'll go in with every intention of skimming it for the spicy bits. I'm not proud of this. I've avoided saying this for years because I don't want to disappoint people who work hard on their very long and well thought out chaptered stories. I have a short attention span, and I know what I want.

But anyway, last night I clicked on a fic with 5 chapters and some amount of words, around 30k? Long, by my standards, but I was tired and I just wanted something to read while I dozed off.

This particular fic hooked me in, though. I still skimmed it, but the writing was so unique in a way that made me writhe with writer's envy and admiration. Whoever wrote this had their own language - nothing borrowed - their own vision.

I guess I should tell the good people who read my posts (ya'll, seriously, thank you) that the fic in topic is called Fault Lines by Recidiva on AO3. I would link to it but uhhhh I may be using my work PC for "extracurricular purposes" right this moment ^^; so maybe when I get home I'll remember to add it.

I skimmed it - like I said above - for the spicy parts. It generally follows the plot of Bioware's canon. Thane begins as possessive and manipulative, likely uncomfortably close to dub-con for a lot of people. He kisses her and knows full well that his kiss will make her willing but intoxicated, and how he will use that to fulfil himself. But as the story progresses, he falls in love. Their relationship is what I'll call "edgy." Both of them are renegades. There's a scene where they get down in the shuttle after a fight and they're both still injured and it borders on downright unrealistic but fuck it, it's fanfic and I bought it. However their relationship develops a certain heart-wrenching tenderness. She asks him what Siha means over and over again, and eventually tells him she thinks "bitch" when he says it. But in that moment they have a playful banter, he knows full well she's probably already looked it up on the extranet, and they fall into bed together. The smut is mind-boggling.

By the time it gets to Shepard's arrest, he's taken up a place on Earth and visits her, breaks into her house arrest. There's a scene where they see each other for the first time in a while, she tells him how much she's missed his mouth and how it's not right how bad she wants him, and wants him bad enough to smother him with affection. She says something to the effect of "if you're looking to die, I'd volunteer to be the cause," implying that her lust is powerful enough to endanger his life. And it was at this moment I realized I fucked up.

It's established that I live in my own headcanon and I'm not burdened with considering the end of Thane's life as part of my fics. And the suspension of disbelief was such that I forgot he doesn't make it. So at this moment in the fic, chapter 4 out of 5, I realized "Oh shit this isn't going to have a happy ending." I skipped to the end right away, I wanted to confirm my fears.

In their final exchange, she asks him to lie to her - something that's repeated in other chapters of the story. I forget what he says, I was reading desperately, but he asks her in return to tell him something true. She kisses him and tells him she loves him, and he breathes his last breath with the lingering tingle of their kiss to carry him to the other side.

I was so entrenched in the depth of their relationship up to that point. The level of fathomless love the author conveyed, unlike anything I've ever managed to write before, but more realistic to my own understanding of love as I've experienced it. Not because they're renegades, but just the selflessness with which they feel, communicate, banter, and make love.

When I read that last paragraph, something inside me broke. That sounds dramatic but that's honestly how I would describe it. It felt like waking up from a night terror, when you bolt up in bed from a dream so bad you immediately get up even if it's 4am because nothing feels real and you're so terrified you have to get up and do something - literally anything to take your mind off it, to ease you back into reality. I put my phone down and stared into the darkness of my bedroom and told myself "it's just a fanfic, no need to get upset." And then I started to cry and I didn't stop for 30 minutes.

My husband was downstairs watching Bohemian Rhapsody and I went down there and wrapped myself around him so tight and cried. Bless this man, from the bottom of my heart - bless him - for his unfathomable kindness. I felt like a fucking fool because I was crying over fanfiction but he paused his movie and just listened while I tried to articulate how it wasn't exactly about the character death, or the characters at all, it was just the writing and how it wormed into my brain so convincingly. I felt the loss like it was my own loss. I am terrified of losing my husband. So many feelings coalesced and I realized one day I may be in that situation, kissing the man I love goodbye for the last time, never to hold him again. I'm at work right now and I'm tearing up because it's so hard.

I tip my hat to the author, but I genuinely wished I hadn't read that fanfic. And isn't it kind of funny after that grandstand I took yesterday about not wanting to write the pain of loss and grief, that I ended up reading it instead and probably fucking myself up just as badly, if not worse, than if I had tried to write it myself?

It gets worse, too. Because it got me thinking about my own writing, and how I could never hope to achieve what that author did. So I sat there crying out my painfeelings while simultaneously feeling like a shit writer and like nothing I put out matters. I got up from the couch, sat down at my PC and picked up where I left off in the Omega DLC in ME3 because video games are great for taking the mind off things. It didn't exactly help with the intensity I'd hoped for, but I managed to fall asleep, by 3am.

Fast forward to this morning. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed 4 hours later and drove to work. By some fucking miracle, no one is here right now except our field director. And I'm stewing in how this one fic really fucked me up bad, reconsidering everything. I feel like I've been put in my place.

So what changed?

Yesterday I posted about how I'm struggling to write a plotline. I know what happens, but I'm not interested in the little bits that tie it together. I want to write the romance. I think there's a way to write the plot and the romance at the same time, but it's damn hard.

I started doing this because I wanted to grow my skills as a writer, and I knew it might be more than I could chew. I'm at that moment now where I'm about ready to give up.

Even if I felt like a shit writer last night (and still kinda do this morning), I know that the stuff I've put out has value. We can't all write these epically tragic smut-romance-renegades-to-lovers tales, we'd all be sad all the damn time. There's a time and a place and - I would argue - even a need for lighterhearted fic out there. There are really no rules. I'm confident in what I know how to do.

But the plot. Fuck it, man. I think maybe I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not. I'm trying really hard to write like other people. I may have mentioned before that I saw a post about how many artists spend their time pining for the skills of others, thinking "wow, when I can draw like that, I'll have made it as an artist." That same post cautioned against this, basically saying you already have your own unique style, it's just harder to see through the lens of your own eyeballs. It's fine to challenge yourself but try to acknowledge what you do that sets you apart already. I feel like I have that something - maybe not to the extent that I wish, but I have something.

So what's the point of the plot? Why do I need to tell my readers how I cured Keprals? I'm asking myself important questions here. I like to think I've come up with ideas that no one else has, but as I said above, I don't read a lot of chaptered fics. I very well may have come to the same ideas as other writers and I'm not even aware of it. I don't know if my ideas are unique but I still arrived at them all by myself.

The challenge here - the thing I'm struggling so much with - is how to put them together with the same elegance of my fellow writers. I'm looking at you, shrios fam (yeah I'm calling you that, yall know who you are). I know I can write words, but it's like I have a bunch of pieces from completely different jigsaw puzzles and I'm struggling to make a new picture out of them. I struggle with the transitions between them.

The point here is I have to find my own way. And I have to stop taking myself so seriously. In fact this level of "seriousness" is one of the things that got me into so much angst over World of Warcraft over the last two years. At least I know how to recognize it.

I have to find my own way. I have my own things that are worth sharing. The author I read last night had a language all their own, and I have a language all my own too. Their wordplay was actually more choppy than I would ever write. I've talked before about how I'm scared of starting too many sentences with pronouns, how I maybe write too many run-on sentences, whatever. This author did that with reckless abandon. It worked for them. So if they can make that shit work, I can make my own shit work.

I have to find my own way.

My most current WIP is Thane and Shepard's first time. I've been working on it pretty nonchalantly because I hadn't intended to publish it until I built up to it. It takes place further into my timeline, and it would probably ruin the point of a slow burn if I put it out there now. There are some really memorably moments in this WIP, and there are other moments that need to be smoothed over as well. I never knew what I'd really imagined for their first time but I think I've mostly developed something that's unique in its own right, and I think will be fun for people to read.

I'm just so fucking torn over what to do with it. I feel guilty for working on it. I should be writing "other shit" leading up to it but I don't fucking want to. I actually wrote probably 2-3k words this weekend, which is a pretty staggering amount by my standards. Some of it was for this smutty WIP and some was for something I just threw together, Thane observing Shepard on Horizon and the emotional toll it takes on her. He's seeing her humanity. I don't know if it's worth it to continue but I wrote a lot of it and the words are more precise than usual for a draft, I don't know. I have so much fucking insecurity. Fuck dude. I want to write this longfic, but I don't want to write it. I want to skim to the spicy bits like I always do.

I am wracked with insecurity, of my own making. I know what I can do but I feel compelled to see this idea through. Somehow I have to find my own way.

TLDR I feel like if I don't publish something soon I'm going to burst and I don't even know what the fuck to work on first and fjslfjsojoiejrj

I would be really down for, like, a bunch of hugs and a bowl of ice cream shared over memes and fanservice.

[woolieshubris]

well. here is my fanfic for yall. it doesnt go into spoilers bec its my fanoc :( adding a page break bec its short but still long enough to b a pain to scroll past lol

I walk out of the classroom, defeated. Soph and Kit, my two friends, decided to start a blog about nature. I tried to convince them otherwise, saying that we should do something cooler for their Class project, but they would not budge.

“This is going to be fun! You can take the pictures, if you want, Naomi.” Soph tells me, as I sulk.

“I’m not gonna take any pictures of a stupid bird, that’s your job.” I groan, keep looking at the floor.

“I’m glad to do it, then! Cliff Swallows are so amazing!” Kit exclaims, he practically has stars in his eyes.

“Bye, our house is on this corner.” Soph says.

“K, see you tomorrow.” I mumble. Ugh, a blog about nature is gonna be boring. We should have gone for something better, I thought. I walked along the sidewalk and looked up. A grandma’s bag got put into the center of a bush, where she couldn’t reach it. I looked a little longer. “Here, let me help,” I start to say.

“Oh, thank you! Many many people have passed here, and not one has helped! They were worried they would get hurt.”

“Ehh, it’s no biggie,” I say, and wince, as a branch scrapes my arm.

“Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“I said I would get it for you, so I will.” I grab the bag and pull my arm out. It was scraped up, but not too bad, so I’d be fine. “Here you go,” I say, as I give her the bag. My arm was bleeding a little, and the grandma noticed.

“Are you okay? You look hurt.”

“I’ll be fine, nothing a band-aid can’t fix, right?”

“Thank you again, take a mint!” The grandma held out her hand, and there were 3 mints. I take one and put it in my pocket for later. “Are you sure you don’t want some more?”

“Save them for others, I’m sure you have plenty of friends to share them with.” I smile and wave goodbye, and she waves back. She was nice, I tell myself. I walk up to my house and open the door, my sister must have already gone to her friends house to play. I walk into my bedroom and put down my backpack, then I go into the bathroom to wash up and put a few band-aids on the scrapes. I walk back in, and sit on the computer chair, when my phone starts buzzing. It was Soph and Kit. PART 2 - I check the texts. After a long string of hellos and where are yous, there is one text. “Just turn on the TV asap. LNS channel.” I turn on the TV, and go to LNS. It shows a camera shot of many many many rabbits rampaging the town, seemingly shot from a helicopter, right next to the 7-11. I call Soph, who answers right away.

“WHERE WERE YOU?!?” She screams into the phone, the tone urgent.

“I made a little detour on the way home, and I left my phone at home today to charge.”

“Did you turn on the TV yet?”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“They call them the HPB’s or hot pink bunnies, as you can see from their color.”

“Terrifying,” I say sarcastically.

“Kit is heading down right now.”

“WHAT?!” I yell, surprised that she let him go.

“Nature blog, and it kind of defies nature. Anyways, we could get a huge amount of traffic on our site.”

“For all you know they could be military robots.”

“Still would make a good post, and it could help us get an A.”

“Fine. I’ll help, first, I gotta save Kit’s life.”

“Wait, but-”

“I’m doing this, so you better wish me luck.” I say, as I hang up on her and I take one last look at the screen. He should be arriving any minute now, on a bike, so I’ll catch up on one. I grab my helmet and my phone, and I head outside to get my bike and save Kit’s life. PART 3- I go down the hill to the 7-11 without brakes, to try and catch up with Kit. How stupid is he? I think. I eventually head down, and see Kit inside 7-11, filming through the windows. He is stuck inside with around 2 other people, they locked the doors so the large bunnies wouldn’t get in. I can’t do anything about it. I sit down, a good distance from the bunnies, and call Soph. Where is she…

I think while I wait for her to pick the phone up. She does, and I quickly tell her the situation.

“Someone must have called 911 by this point, so all we can do is wait for them to come.” She assures me.

“They can’t do anything about this situation though, it’s too dangerous.” I argue, watching the police cars pile up at the intersection.

“We might as well wait for a superhero to appear out of nowhere.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna head home. See if there’s anything else I can do.” I tell her in defeat. I start the ride home, and go as fast as I can. There’s nothing I can do, but wait. Even the thought aggravated me. I need to help my friend, the bunnies could hurt him! And all for the stupid nature blog. I was gonna talk to him once he got home. I pulled into my driveway and walked into the house. I walked into my room, and sat in the computer chair again, frustrated, because I couldn’t do a thing about helping kit, or saving him. I added. I glanced at the TV, things were only escalating once they realized that people were trapped in the 7-11. They were trying to shoot the rabbits, but it wasn’t working, they appeared to be indestructible. I twirled in the chair, and looked at the computer screen. On top of the keyboard was a little black box, with a nice red design on it. I pick it up, and then I open it, curious what was inside. A blinding blue light comes out of the box, which fades to show a little bird.

“I’m Juuel, and I can help you save your friend.” thats the entire fic lmao

[twilightpoison]

Alright so this will contain spoilers for chapters 7 to chapter 21. Also this is unedited and I ramble so good luck reading this lol.

So I wanted to add something to MC. So it was in the other post that we were thinking that MC had photographic memory, but when we panicking THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING. I say this but I’m going to like say that the only time this was not the case when they were in the labyrinth and had to remember how to summon Asmo.

Speaking of Asmo. I said before his was the longest to get but after the end of that night MC would tell him that they were still uncomfortable and to wait for them. Which is were Solomon comes in. The three of them hang out together a lot and that will help MC relax around Asmo more. I give it like a week and half maybe more maybe less. I like to think there are grace periods between the shinanagines. Then when they go back it doesn’t really change? Whether or not Solomon and MC live together is debatable but you bet they all hang out together as much as possible.

SPEAKING OF. Ok have i mention that MC and Solo are like siblings? Like I imagine during the ball when Luci is threatening you, Solomon just steps in like “Hello I am the brother your scaring the baby which is my job.” Then turning around and going “Yeah so lie ignore what he said I’m giving you part of my power to cause shinanagines.” And MC is just screaming internally because they don’t want to but given how these past months went it will actually happen.

I would love to switch topics and bring up something small I mentioned before. MC is the type to not be able to sleep and during one of these nights they probably passed Lucifer’s door to see that the light was still on. So they go the the kitchen, text him if he wants tea, coffee or a snack. Usually its just coffee but MC would take it to him and they exist in the same room until MC feels like they can sleep.

Anyway, we also talked about Satan knowing through his search on the internet about MC’s job, and how he’ll just casually weave it into a conversation leaving MC just confused. He would probably see MC on the same spectrum to him. While he collects knowledge for power MC collects knowledge to feel safe.

During the video game part of his arc, is when they really sit down and actually interact the most. MC giving him the full explanation on why they do the show and the things they learn through their research. They literally spend a whole in game day talking about demonology the others are just in the background like wtf?

YO THE MURDER ON THE TRAIN THOUGH?

BEFORE THAT MC WALKING THROUGH LONDON ONE OF THE BROTHER I THINK ASKED IF THEY WERE HAPPY TO BE BACK AND THIS MC IS JUST LIKE “Oh yeah definitely! Last time i was in London me and Solomon tried to solve a famous murder case! Oh then there was that haunted tavern- *gasp* WAIT ARE WE NEAR COLCHESTER CASTLE?” Their London videos are one of their favorites because i like to think MC is a history nerd sometimes.

Anyway the murder on the train. As Mammon, Luci and Satan are talking about doing things the ‘Demon way’ MC is just like. “Guys I’m and investigator leave this to me!” “Your a paranormal investigator. Let us handle this.” Luci would say but MC just points to Grisella. “THERE IS A LITERAL GHOST AND YALL ARE DEMONS LET ME HANDLE THIS.”

That scene has been in my head for weeks I’m sorry.

Then the horror game prank? Oh hell nah. MC is TERRIFIED. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t cry or something. Like yeah they live with demons lol but the fact that magic exists still hasn’t settled in and now that its actively effecting the people they grew to love they are freaking out.

This is getting a lot longer then I had anticipated so I’ll wrap things up and add to these ideas later. If anyone wants me to elaborate on something let me know.

So coming towards the end of the events when Belphie is out and everything. At first I see MC being very wary about getting close to him. But then they see his brothers acting awkward and avoiding him. MC would feel bad, but they cant bring themselves to automatically hang out with him. So what they do is start by just being near him. Not necessarily talking but just being in the same room or near by. Getting used to his presence. Then slowly building up interactions to get to what we see in the game before the belated welcome party/birthday party.

When its time to leave Solomon would probably also stick behind to wait for MC to go home. Each of the brothers would most likely say the same thing as they do in the game but add in something about their job. Like “if you piss any demons off make sure to call one of us.” Or something.

I already talked about how their show would slowly turn into more of a informational show.

SO THE RETURN. Solomon would 100% drag MC to a portal to hell with a handheld camera. He vlogs saying that they are going to go back to hell for a while to there wont be any videos. THEN PUTS THE CAMERA ON THE FLOOR WHILE MC IS JUST LKE “WHAT? EXCUSE ME? I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS!” And disappear on camera.

Solomon before hand had one of their editors (who is likely a demon he has a pact with) upload that and their fans just FREAK OUT. Like I imagine magic messes with human tech so the camera just fizz out and they hear the spell and like that they are both gone.

God this is turning into a full fanfic idea... I should probably write it at this point with how detailed its becoming. ;;;;;

[orchidbreezefc]

fanfic writer ask game

tagged by the eternally lovely @wendy-comet!

Fandoms You Write For: right now PODCASTS... but i am historically all over the place. i’m quite fond of writing for x men and dangan ronpa too! Where You Post Fic: ao3, and here sometimes. lately i’ve been trying to write everything long enough to crosspost to ao3, but some things haven’t really been good enough to go on there, so they live in my tag. Most Popular One-Shot: five feet apart, [link: here], which is sort of a taako/magnus fic? i was terrified everyone was going to rip me to shreds for writing anything with magnus shipping, but actually the response was easily the warmest i’ve ever had for anything. and i’m really proud of it actually! Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: favor, [link: here], which has finally beat out five feet apart by a margin of less than 20 kudos. dnd fandoms go really hard!! it’s very explicit caleb/molly fic and i think it turned out really well for how little of CR i actually listened to in the grand scheme of things. Favorite Story You Wrote: as i was saying on twitter the other day, i reread 'both ways’ [link: here] the other day and was horrified to find that it’s still my favorite thing i’ve ever written. yall. this is x men fic. x men comics fic. i wrote this in 2015. thats four years ago. and it’s STILL my best work. i’m furious about it. Story You Were Nervous to Post: still has to be ‘five feet apart’. but you know what!! i have some in the wings that are probably going to be even worse re: fandom tearing me apart now that i have slackened my fandom hypermorality a bit. oops. How Do You Choose Your Titles: they are EXCLUSIVELY inside jokes with myself, or things that have really weird and elaborate hidden meanings. take ‘glass’ for instance--it plays into the bait and switch by making you think of rex glass, but it also evokes the display juno’s looking at through the glass (reflections, anyone?) and the breaking thereof. Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: HHHH i am super pumped about all of them is the thing? that’s why i write them. i’m looking forward to posting trans ben fic a lot because i’ve put a lot of love into it and gotten a lot of love in advance, but also i am excited about the sammy/grisham stuff that i’m going to use as some kind of horny blunt weapon to murder everyone in the samben server with, but ALSO im just super goddamn hype about the jonelias stuff i’ve been wrangling because i adore that dynamic.

anybody who likes can do this, but i’m gonna tag @transmanscottsummers and @calsyee for now!

[im-fairly-whitty]

10 Starters

Tagged by @slusheeduck for the “10 Starters Challenge.” Essentially taking the first line of 10 of your fics/works (or the first paragraph to get the vibe of it.) 

It was so so much fun digging through my story trunk and remembering all these fantastic projects! Here we go:

1. The Arbrel

My very first novel, started this one when I was fifteen and it's a loose mess of a plot featuring people who have animal-based superpowers. 

Unfinished and always will be. 

Mitch dashed down the alley, his stolen prize grasped tightly in his hand as he weaved around crushed cardboard boxes and jumped over loose piles of leaves. The cold October air bit through the holes in his jeans and the hood of his sweatshirt slid off, baring his short dark hair to the chilled twilight of the Minnesota evening.

2. Dr Who fanfic

I thought Coco was my first foray into fanfic, but then remembered an old Dr Who self-insert drabble I wrote forever ago. 

For some reason I've forgotten, it seems to have been part of a homework assignment.

A package of gluten-free spaghetti, that’s all I had wanted when I walked through the automatic doors of my neighborhood Smith’s. Instead of procuring my pasta as according to plan, I now found myself precariously perched upon the ice cream freezer.

3. Honey Rubies

There was a spooky story contest at a Haloween party I attended in high school. Wrote this oneshot from the point of view of a disturbingly cheerful clinically insane murderer and swept away first prize no contest after completely terrifying my friends. 

Maybe available for posting if requested.

I love my white chair, it is solid and secure and always there. I know it is always there. Around it spreads a beautiful field of emerald grass that stretches to a horizon of blue that soars up to form a ceiling of azure far above my head. I call this place Amy. The first Amy was a person, not a place, she was always there too. Until one day she wasn’t.

4. Hitman for Hire: Unfinished Business Only

A story about a hitman who takes business from spirits with unfinished business, killing their murderers so that the spirits can move on before warping into dangerous poltergeists like the one that killed his mother, who was a psychic. 

I only ever wrote the first chapter of this one since I decided I wasn't comfortable jumping down the dark rabbit hole that this story would require (it would definitely be an M rating and I don't like wandering past pg-13), but I do love the chapter a lot. I could be convinced to post what I have already if requested, but will likely remain unfinished.

“... and once the ladder tipped I fell right on the fence below. It was a two-story fall! And then my idiot brother-in-law just watches me bleed out, a piece of rebar through my neck. You ever bled to death? Like, it’s quick, but not that quick.” The lanky man rubbed a hand on his neck, grimacing.

5. How to Hate the Planet Earth 

An alien scout has just finished her report that the Earth is ready for harvesting but is feeling guilty about having doomed the planet and its population that she's come to love. Now with three days before the end of Earth she recruits a depressed and confused art student to help her find all the reasons to hate Earth to make her feel better. 

A finished 30k romp of a story featuring a one-eared cat, a retaliatory gang, and an overall "Good Omens/Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy" vibe. Could possibly be convinced to post, but it’ll need editing first.

Taking a sip of coffee Hinge picked up her pen with new resolve, focusing on the bitter taste. 

The native’s addictive stimulant of choice, “coffee...”

She took another sip of the disgusting, awful, really despicable drink. 

...causes headaches if the habit is not sustained...

Her next sip had an extra taste of vanilla.

...which isn’t hard, since the delicious...

Frowning she crossed it out and tried again, taking another swig, savoring the nutmeg. 

The terrible, not tasty, not amazing nutmeg she had discovered yesterday while taste-testing all the different kinds of flavors you could order.

6. Never City

A dystopian retelling of Peter Pan, Sixteen-year-old Peder isn't happy when the Tinker asks him to kidnap two young boys before the government does. He and his group of robotic lost boys prefer to stay hidden in the shadows of Never City, but he agrees anyway. He doesn't want the government to trap the minds of John and Michael Darling in digital "lifechips" like they did with the lost boys Peder now cares for. 

 It’s a full and polished YA novel manuscript I was shopping around to agents last year, but not sure if I'm going to anymore since my writing has improved a ton since then so I’m feeling stuck in limbo with this one.

Peder had plenty of experience reviving the dead, he just needed to work a bit faster than usual tonight.

7. Nightmare Knight

There is a man that’s been in Samantha’s dreams for months now. No, not “the man of her dreams,” literally a man, always in the background, just casually watching her from a distance every night. She’s never able to talk to him, so when he shows up at her house one morning to offer her an apprenticeship as a nightmare slayer, she’s more than intrigued. Her real life is a dead end as far as she’s concerned, and maybe she sort of had to lie to her new mentor and kind of run away from home, but she’s not going to let anything keep her from taking full advantage of this chance to escape her real life. Little does she realize that in the dreamscape, her devil-may-care attitude will lead to attracting all kinds of devils who DO care, unleashing exactly the kind of monsters she’ll be training to kill. By the time she does realize it, it might be too late.

I have a full finished novel manuscript of it but am currently rewriting it.

“I am dreaming. I am paying attention.” Samantha said aloud, focusing as hard as she could.

8. Hillbriar

Dani Hillbriar, youngest of three, has enough problems in her fifteen-year-old life before she wakes up coughing sparks one morning, not to mention the scaly rash on her shoulder. Turns out that her brother, sister and father are having the same unexpected health issues, which reaches a terrifying crescendo when her brother Marcos sprouts giant leathery wings right in the middle of the living room. Turns out that Dad's crazy uncle has left the family a huge property in the middle of Montana in his will, an apparently magical property that happens to comes with the ability to turn into a dragon in order to protect it. Something that neither Dani, her family, or the dragon community at large are at all pleased about as the family is pulled into the secret-ridden politics of the Hillbriar family that have been covered for years. 

A novel I have planned out but is mostly unwritten, I'll be working more on it sometime.

It's not like like I woke up planning to burn my house down, I'm not a freak. It just kind of happened.

9. For Whom the Bell Tolls - Coco

Baby's first real fanfic (not counting the Dr Who drabble). Ernesto De la Cruz a year post movie decides to pay Miguel a visit to give the kid a taste of what regret feels like.

It had been a year since paradise had turned to hell.

10. The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher AU

Yall know this one. Here’s the first line of the first chapter I did for it. Imelda was still angry with Hector, meaning that when he was late to the welcome-back assembly she couldn’t text him to see where he was. She’d maintained complete radio silence for three months now despite his best efforts and was very proud of herself for it.

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If you’ve got 10+ works to choose from and the fancy hits you, go ahead and tag yourself! This was a lot of fun and is making me itch to get back to some of my original works projects.

[din-skywalker]

The Meeting

This is the first one shot of the possible original series called “The King and the War Administrator” ;)

Hey look I’m posting an original idea and story I share with @floofybubblez wowie it’s not a fanfic.... actually yeah technically it is but whatever none of yall gonna understand but yall dont gotta because its a cool idea anyone can read and I’m happy with how this came out so I hope ya’ll enjoy:

The metal clad fist of the soldier’s hand meets her cheek in a dazzle of bright and static light, sending her reeling and falling to the ground. She hardly catches herself, back bent as she peels herself back from the ground, placing a hand on her now throbbing cheek. She glares back up at the ugly faces of the soldiers now surrounding her, all grinning down at the courageous peasant girl. She blinks heavily, gritting her teeth together as she straightens back up.

“You think you’re allowed to speak back to the royal guards?” one of the men demand, moving forward and slapping a hand around the collar of her shirt. She digs her heels into the dusty cobble street as she’s yanked forward and as her face is drawn closer to the man’s she growls and spits in his face, grinning with a holey grin. She has lost many of her teeth throughout the years of low hygiene and being beaten on by many of the guards.

Her grin is quickly knocked from her face, however, as another of the guards kick her square in the gut, knocking the breath from her lungs. She hunches over, gripped at her stomach as she coughs up a loud of mucus- a terrible lung disease has been spreading throughout the lower rings of the kingdom, filling any it infects with large amounts of mucus. A handful of her hair is grabbed as fingernails dig into her scalp, forcing her head upwards. The girl she had rescued from the anger of the guards gasps as she sees this. But at least the girl was safe. She has always thought that the fellow peasant girl was pretty. She didn’t deserve to be beaten to a pulp like Terra was being currently.

“First we have to deal with a thieving rat, and now a stray mutt?” the man yells in her face, spit landing on her skin. She growls softly, already able to taste the blood in her mouth as it rises from the earlier punch. “Maybe we need to put this feral dog down, ey boys?”

Terra’s eyes widen and she yanks at her hair, ignoring how the roots of her hair tears at her scalp. But the man holds tight, throwing her to the ground and unsheathing his sword. He presses the blade to her throat and her breathing quickens. “Unless,” the fat, ugly man presses down on her back as he leans forward, wet and heavy breathing hitting the side of her face, “you can show me a good time.”

The peasant girl’s face twists into a sneer and she gathers enough blood and spit to once more projectile the horrid mixture into the guard’s face. He growls and the blade is just pressing into her neck further when: “What the hell are you doing?!”

All of the guards go stiff and the one on top of Terra quickly pushes up, turning to face a preteen, handsomely dressed boy standing nearby. Terra pushes herself up slightly with a hand, using the other to wipe at the blood and spit and mucus smearing around her lips. Her burning eyes land on the girl she had been protecting in the first place, smiling in relief to see she is unscatched aside for the slap she had received before hand on her cheek. It still twists Terra’s gut to see her hurt, however. She swallows heavily, eyes drifting to the newcomer.

The preteen isn’t much taller than Terra but she could clearly see he is of a higher position just because of his clothing; a long, red cape drapes over his shoulders, hanging around his feet. A light blue suit and dress pants is what he wears underneath, a golden necklace hanging around his neck. A few bracelets jangle around his wrists and he wears two pairs of jeweled earrings on both ears. His eyes are a lighting blue with light brown hair- poofed expertly- falling around them, framing his face. His eyes are currently narrowed into a glare and even though he has a soft face it is currently shaded with a terrifying anger. How could a child probably around her age look so intimidating, even to her? Especially to the guards, oddly enough.

“Y- your highness-” Terra’s eyes widen impossibly and her breath catches. Holy shit no way. There couldn’t possibly be royal blood in the Lower Slums. They never came down here because of the dirtiness of the section. “What are you doing here-?”

“That does not concern you!” the obvious prince interrupts, eyes narrowing further, lighting blue fading to a midnight sky. They darken even further as they land on Terra, taking in her appearance and they snap back to the guards. “Tell me, Brenner, why the hell are you beating a civilian to death?”

The guard, Brenner, swallows heavily, his eyebrows scrunching his fat face together. Terra pushes further against the ground, breathing heavily before spitting a large amount of blood from her mouth. “Well, your highness, you see,” he began, eyes flashing from Terra to the other peasant girl nearby, “this young woman tried stealing from us and then the other attacked us. We had no choice but to defend. She was aggressive.”

The prince’s eyes fill with disgust- Terra just doesn’t know for who. Her and the other peasants gathering around, or the guards trying to defend themselves. “Defend yourselves?” the prince demands and Terra is starting to like him more and more. “Against a child of my age? And what had the first been stealing, exactly?” he raises a hand when Brenner tries to answer, eyes landing on the peasant girl in question who appears to become squeamish under his gaze. “What were you stealing, exactly, milady?”

Terra is surprised that the prince would address such a lowly peasant in this fashion. She had figured all royal family to despise the lower subjects of their kingdoms.

The pretty peasant girl- even with a red hand marking her hand- swallows heavily and wets her lips nervously. She seems to have started shaking, terrified of answering incorrectly. So, once again, Terra decides to defend her. “She was ‘stealing’ the bread that she had just bought for her family,” Terra explained, once more gaining the attention of the prince as she makes air quotes around stealing. Because she hadn’t been stealing. She had rightfully bought the bread that was now ruined on the ground not too far off. “She had just bought the bread when the guards came over and tried to take it. I’m sorry for attacking them, but I couldn’t simply watch as they robbed her.”

Brenner seems outraged by Terra’s true story because he steps forward angrily. “The bitch lies!” he exclaimed, even though he has been treading on thin ice up until this point. The prince’s eyes don’t leave Terra’s face, however. He must be taken aback by how beaten she is, by the fact that she is still standing despite her face probably being broken in a few places. “Are you really going to believe a peasant over one of your own officers?”

The prince is silent for a few seconds as he meets Terra’s eyes. She doesn’t say anything more, knowing it would be useless to say anything more if the prince had already made his mind up. So, she stays silent, breathing heavily as she grips at her aching shoulder. He must see the truth in her eyes because he looks back at the guards, arms crossing over his chest.

“Yes, actually,” the prince finally answered, voice somehow so stern even Terra would obey- she is very rebellious. Her eyes widen and the pretty peasant girl gasps. Terra looks at the guards just as their mouths are falling open in shock. Everyone must be so shocked because Terra can feel the surprise filling the air around her. “Now, Brenner, I want you to get this peasant girl ten packages of bread. Then, you and your men are to report to the general. He and I will be having a word about your… punishment.” He looks back at Terra and reaches a gloved hand out to her in offering. She stares at it a moment, licking her split and bleeding lip. “Come with me. My maids will heal you.”

This confuses her; why would a prince want to take a lowly peasant? But, she wasn’t going to complain. She snatches the prince’s hand, letting him help her to her feet. She brushes herself off and glances at him through the corner of her eye. “I am Prince Bubbles,” he informed. “Though, you probably already knew that. You can call me Carter.” She is shocked that he is allowing her to use his first name. “What is your name, madame?”

“Terra,” she answered after swallowing down a ton of mucus, shivering as it slides back down her throat.

“Well, Terra,” Carter began, smirking widely. “I have a feeling that we’re going to make good friends.”

And what a pair they make.

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tagging people to feel validated tbh:

@damien-iplier

@i-am-a-fan 

@the-host-will-answer

@alliedoesstuff

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Thanks @saecookie for tagging meeee :D

1. why did you choose your url? Because I was a weeb when I was 16. It's a phonetic spelling of "zetsuei" cause I got tired of people calling me zet-sooey

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. Yeah actually but last time I mentioned my quilting blog, my mass effect blog showed up in the top three google search results for it SO UH - look if there's one horrible thing about quilting, it's that a bunch of fucking prude racist white ladies are all up in that shit. I really don't need to be crossing the streams between smut writing and quilting. Or maybe that's exactly what I should be doing. Did I mention I made a lemoyne star that says "EAT ASS"? Cause I did.

3. how long have you been on Tumblr? Since 2010 or 2011 I think

4. do you have a queue tag? Yeah I just call it 'zet queue tag' cause I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them when my queue is popping off.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? Probably because of my IRL friend invisiblecatfish. She has a Garrus body pillow. I hugged it last time I was at her place.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? She's my Shep and I like her bobbed hair a lot :)

7. why did you choose your header? Because my panties hit the fucking floor at the thought of melee fistpunching "these hands are rated e for everyone" Shepard

8. what’s your post with the most notes? Probably the hotel wifi called "Garrus' Tight Alien Asshole"

9. how many mutuals do you have? ??????

10. how many followers do you have? 475 - seriously where are yall coming from thank you for being here

11. how many people do you follow? 361

12. have you ever made a shitpost? Does this count as a shitpost?

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? I really have to restrain myself from checking it at work or I'll get caught up writing fanfic instead of doing autocad

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? I'd sooner block someone than actually fight with them.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I'm not a big fan.

16. do you like tag games? Tag me in everything. I welcome it. Thanks for thinking of me, you're having a positive impact on my life. Let's talk about stuff.

17. do you like ask games? ^ Same as above :]

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? I have no idea. I would be terrified to be noticed by someone who is tumblr famous. Although I did shit my pants when a particular artist followed me a few weeks ago.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? FYI I'm crushing on all of you. Big hugs. Let's build a blanket fort and eat sweet potato fries.

20. tags? I tagged a bunch of people in this meme a few weeks ago but I think these are fun. I'll pass on the tags this time.