#this is the longest starter I have ever written

[babygirlmurdock]

Devil’s Work

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+!!!! my god this is so NSFW please don’t read if you’re under age my god. oral (f!recieving) this is literally only matt taking care of his lady so dom!matt (i guess?) THAT FUCKING SLUTTY CHAIN OF HIS MY GODDDD !!!!!!! also some religious stuff (not really a kink but just to be safe!)

Taglist: @bellaxgiornata @abucketofweird @sleepysleepymom

Author’s note: Like literally all of us, I could not get this .01 second clip of darling Matthew doing to TOWN on that neck with his slutty little gold chain. I have also never ever written smut before so you all have to be nice to me (kidding, but please be kind I’m sensitive LMAO) Enjoy my sweets!!!!

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Matthew Murdock, where do you even begin with him? For starters, the man is like an angel sent from heaven above. Never in your life have you dated somebody more understanding, caring and passionate in your life. Somebody that checks all your boxes. There was a side of Matt that he has only told you about but he has never shown you.

Daredevil.

When Matt told you that he was the masked vigilante running around on roofs all hours of the night, you were rightfully upset. All the countless lies about where he has been. You thought he had been cheating for the longest time. You finally confronted him after being so frustrated with the lies.

“So are you cheating on me?! Is that why you have scrapes on your chest and a bruise? Who is it, Matt?” Tears welled up in your eyes as your voice cracked.

“No—I, I would never think for a second to give another woman what I give you. I love you and only you.”

“That doesn’t sound convincing! Matt, all the clues are there. You’re out late at night, I have no idea where you are. I am up like a nervous fucking wreck.. I—I can’t handle this anymore,” you held your head in your hands as you tried to steady your breath.

“Do you really want to know?” Matt stepped towards the closet.

“Yes, my God with all my fucking chest. Please Matty, I love you too much. I don’t want it to be true that you found better.”

“Fine,” Matt opened the closet doors and pulled out his father’s old boxing trunk. Your head cautiously turned to the side as your heart rate sped up. Matt’s breath was shaky unbuckling the clasps of the trunk. Moving the two top shelves off revealing something red. His fingers brushed the crimson red horned helmet, he grabbed it and turned around with it in his hands. “I’m Daredevil.”

It’s been six months now since you had the conversation with Matt about his other side. You have your moments with it, like aiding him to health after being beaten half to death and making sure he’s somewhat presentable for court in the morning. It gives you anxiety, but you know Matt, you know his skills. You see him on the news, and feel secure that he’s doing the right thing.

Tonight was different. He’s usually back at the apartment by 2AM the absolute latest. It’s almost 2:30AM and he hasn’t made a single peep about being home late. You start frantically Googling if the police found Daredevil dead in a river, or hung up in front of the church.

Doom scrolling on your phone, you heard the roof door unlatch. Letting out a relieved breath, you got up in front of the couch and hurried over to the stairs.

“Thank God. I was getting worried, Matty. I was afraid I was going to have to call Foggy or Karen and ask if they’d seen you.”

Matt made his way down the steps removing his gloves and helmet as he made his way down. He stalked his way over to you, placed a callused palm on the back of your neck and kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before. This has a purpose to it, hunger. Desperate for more. Your hand landed on his leather covered bicep as you moaned into his mouth practically begging for him to kiss you more.

“Shower,” Matt demanded. You thought Matt came home. No, this was still the Devil out to play. You kind of liked it though.

Walking to the bathroom, you stripped off all your clothing, turned the shower on, got in and waited for Matt. Letting the hot water run down your naked body, your eyes fell shut as your hands started roaming your body. Hearing the bathroom door open and shut again, Matt shortly joined you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I needed to touch you tonight,” Matt’s hands traced your sides and landed on your ass, causing your head to fall back in pleasure.

“Then why did it take you so long to get home?” Your hands fiddled with the gold cross dangling from his neck.

“Cops were taking too long to show up. I eventually just tied them to a pipe on a roof and hoped somebody could find them,” Matt said as his lips kissed up your neck. Your breath hitched as Matt’s teeth grazed the spot where your neck meets your clavicle.

Grabbing his face to pull him closer to that sweet spot on your neck and letting out a breathless moan.

“Matt,” you breathed out as he began to kiss down your body, getting on his knees before you.

Matt put one of your legs on his shoulder to get a better angle of you. Matt hungrily kissing your inner thighs, making sure to antagonize you with each one. Gazing down at him making his way to your center, pushing his hair back so you can get a better look at his face reaching dangerously close to your heat.

“Fuck, Matt, I can’t wait any longer, please,” you pleaded him. You felt his smirk against his thigh and he looked up to you.

“Good girls have patience, sweetheart.”

Matt has never called you good girl in that tone before. And boy, did it do something to you. Matt caught the skip in your heartbeat which caused him to run his fingers along your folds. Your knees nearly buckled at his light touch as you let out a whiney moan.

“You really are letting the Devil out, huh?” you said, sucking your teeth.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Matt’s voice was a deep growl. Unlocking something feral in him, his mouth dove to your pussy, getting a surprised high pitched moan out of you.

Your hand immediately went to grab the slippery tile wall for some leverage as Matt devoured you below.

“God, fuck,” you breathlessly let out. Your hand grabbing onto his shoulder leaving nail marks on it. Matt was eating you out like you were his last meal on earth. Trying to grab whatever you can so you don’t fall to your knees as he sucked on your clit and entered two fingers inside you.

“Talk to me, sweetie. Do you like that?” Matt said.

“God, yes, I need you to fuck me, Matthew,” you said trying to catch your breath as Matt hooked his fingers up inside you. Matt took his fingers out of you and stood up. Pressing your back against the cold tile, causing your skin to prick up as the hot water wasn’t touching you anymore.

Matt took hold of your face and fiercely kissed you, getting a mix of his saliva and yourself. Both of you moaning against each other’s lips, your arms draped over his broad shoulders, as he scooped you up against the wall.

Your tongues intertwined with one another as you felt his hardness against you, just aching to enter.

“I’ve got you,” he said against your mouth as he slowly entered you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, adjusting to his girth. “Mm, fuck, Matt.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as he pumped in and out of you. Your moans got louder as his pace quickened. His biceps flexing to hold you up as he was fucking you, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“You take me so good. That’s my girl,” Matt set you down and turned you around against the glass of the shower door. Your nipples puckered against the glass and Matt thrusted himself into you. His one hand on the front of your throat and one on your stomach. His pace quickened and his cross gently tapping between your shoulder blades with each thrust.

“Matty, I’m about to cum,” you whined out.

“Not yet, I’m not done with you,” Matt snarled. His lips met the back of your neck, starting to nip at it. The room filled with your moans and Matt’s grunts. “You feel so good, my girl.”

Your body was practically begging to orgasm all over Matt. His cock hitting the right mark every thrust, you didn’t want it to end, but exhaustion was quickly taking over you.

“Please, please, I’m almost there,” you become more breathless. Matt’s hand lowered to your clit and started to go in circles.

“Fuck, oh my god, I’m so close,” you cried out as Matt was edging you towards your orgasm.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” Matt’s hands on your hips now, thrusting deeper and rougher each time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your own hand reached towards your clit, rubbing in circles for only a few seconds before Matt’s hand grabbed your wrist and pinned your hands against the glass.

“That’s my job to make you cum.” Matt growled in your ear, sending you over the edge.

“Oh, God,” you said through your gritted teeth.

“God has nothing to do with this, sweetheart. He sent the Devil for you,” Matt bit your neck and sucked on it, definitely leaving a mark for you to deal with.

Letting your orgasm overtake you, letting all of Hell’s Kitchen know who is fucking you into oblivion. Matt’s orgasm shortly following yours, he pulled out of you.

Turning yourself around to face him, your legs nearly giving out underneath you, Matt let out a chuckle, holding you up. Trying to catch your breath, Matt gently kissed your lips. You looked at Matt’s scratch marks you so graciously gave him, letting your hand run over them, meeting with the chain of his cross, taking it in your left hand and kissing it.

Matt and yourself finished up the shower. Stepping out, you looked in the mirror, examining your neck. Matt came up behind you and started sweetly kissing your shoulders.

“How will I explain to my job why I’m wearing a scarf in 86 degrees?”

“Raccoon attack. You took that little beast on with your own hands and it put up a fight,” Matt devilishly smiled at you in the mirror.

“Yeah sure, because I’m the raccoon wrangling type,” you rolled your eyes.

“I expect nothing less actually,” Matt matter-of-factly said.

You laughed at him, turning around kissing his lips and he deepened it.

“Something tells me that was only round one out of whenever the sun comes up.” You slyly said.

“Like I said, we’re just getting started,” Matt picked you up and brought you to your shared bedroom.

“Let the Devil out,” You kissed him passionately, mentally coming up with reasons to call out of work tomorrow.

[ghostsandmirrors]

Questions for the mun - all Basics please? Don't hate me lol

Questions for the mun.

pfft, I could never. I am going to miss one question because someone else sent it, too.

(under read more because that's 12 questions)

When did you first start writing? 2008. I was on Mibba (writing site) and someone's journal post was an advert for a Proboards Potter forum.

In what language did you start writing? English. It was only like 2019 that I started trying to learn another language och jag är så dålig på talar svenska x.x (and I'm so bad at talking Swedish)

If your mother tongue is not the language you write now, what caused you to switch languages? N/A - one day I'll get good enough at Swedish to RP in it but that ain't today.

What was the first muse that you’ve written? Her name was Judy Lewis on that Proboards site in 2008. I also wrote her twin brother (Jesse Lewis). She was a Slytherin half-blood, he was a Hufflepuff half-blood.

I once answered an ask about her on the Bringer's blog so here's the link.

Do you still write your first muse? Nope. I consider remaking her sometimes--especially when memes ask about first muses--but I think she belongs in 2008 and in the fanfic I was writing at the time.

What is the muse that you write for the longest? This is answered here. The answer is Bam (first made 2009 on a Potter site I made); 2009 Gerard Way had that vibe and then they dyed their hair red and Danger Days came out and I was like 👀👀👀

Also because of Bam, and me being so specific when it came to making graphics (avatars and signatures), I can tell you which year a Gerard Way picture came from between the years of 2003 and 2013 based entirely on their hair.

I used to think I was neurotypical btw. Teenage me making a Notepad document of Gerard Way GIFs organised by hair style and year ('long black, 2005') like, 'yeah, this is a normal level of interest in a subject.' It is not, but it is a fun fact I get to whip out now.

In what style did you start to write (First person, third person, *-style or novel-style?) I have always written in third person, past tense, I guess novel-style? Used to do a lot of one-liners but--and I actually mentioned this to someone the other day--I ended up on a lot of sites with minimum word counts (usually only like 100 words, which sounds like a lot but is surprisingly small).

My longest post pre-Tumblr was like 2k words because me and a thread partner were just seeing how long we could make our posts in that specific thread. We also tried to go back to one-liners only for a thread (for fun) and we were struggling.

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point? General writing was probably this one book series about a man who lived with a family that made clay dragon statues and the dragon statues came to life. I looked it up; The Last Dragon Chronicles. I did not read all of them.

RP specifically was the site advert coming when I had like just started writing a Potter fanfic of Goblet of Fire from the point of view of Random OC (Judy Lewis, who was a Gryffindor in the fic).

Do you regret starting writing? No. It taught me how to spell, for starters. I was dogshit at spelling and grammar back in the day and I've gotten so much better just through practice and actually learning what things are used for. Also like... you get the best reactions. Even if I ever managed to quit RP--which I don't think I will--I would never be able to fully stop writing because of those reactions. One way or another, I will inflict fictional suffering on people.

As a kid, I wanted to be an author. Making characters and worlds is way too fun.

Is there anything you would have changed when you started writing now that you have more experience? RP specific; no. Writing in general; I'd have started writing proper English from the beginning and not spent years deciding that full stops are only used for the end of a paragraph, actually.

Also some of the older characters don't have their apps saved at all and I'm still mad about it. I struggled making Arnulf because his old app and all his old information is gone. I'm gonna die mad at past me about like 17 different things and it's fine because they deserve it.

How do you describe writing / rp to others? Generally I don't, but if I had to, I would describe it as 'y'know writing a story? It's like that but you only control one character.' It's not accurate--NPCs exist--but like it's the closest I can get considering I'm genuinely trash at describing anything lmao

On what platform did you start to write? Accidentally answered this in the first answer. Oops. Proboards. I actually refused to go to other forum sites for the longest time because I didn't understand the coding for posts. On Proboards it was like [b]bold[/b], on InvisionFree it was <b>bold</b>, I think Jcink was [b]bold[/b]?

I did eventually also go on InvisionFree (one site, a Buffy/The Vampire Diaries crossover site) and Jcink (multiple sites, mostly Marvel/DC crossover sites, a couple of panfandom sites, a town site?, and at least one Potter site). Jcink might be my favourite of the three.

There was also 'Boards' which was to Proboards what Jcink was to InvisionFree (Jcink sites have 'powered by InvisionFree' at the bottom, Boards sites had 'powered by Proboards').

[kaddyssammlung]

"The truth is, I want, to want, to live and so do you"

My dear fellow Sleep Token fans and everyone who might also be interested in my little story. I just see many of you struggle. I still do sometimes but mostly I'm doing okay. I also know that many of you relate to the lyrics the same way that I do. Meaning having experiences with mental illness.

I was able to drag myself out of severe addiction problems. At least that's what was on the surface and what everyone could notice.

Maybe sharing how I was able to turn that around will inspire someone?!

This is not some scientific research or something but just me being old and speaking from my own experience.

I'm going to hide this from here on because of the topic and also I don't want this to be too long and I also know that most of you won't care. But I care about all of you that's why I'm writing this.

Just for starters a few things or facts....

I'm almost 37 at the moment and I started slowly spiraling downwards when I was 12. I was not afraid of much so I started stealing alcohol from my parents.

When I was around 14 I started to self-harm. I did not hide it in the beginning because I wanted to see if someone says something. Testing boundaries has always been my thing, or not having any.

When I was 15 I was anorexic. Those three addictions stayed with me until a few years ago. In 2019 I had a big turning point. I have not had anything to drink in a few years now but since last year I did relapse a few times with self-harm, meaning cutting myself.

I don't want to lie to you or pretend that I'm 100% doing okay....it's a bit of a bumpy road.

I was in therapy but it did not go well. I was in psychiatry but it did also not go well. But...the strange thing: I know strange people and one of those is a retired therapist. He recommended that meditation is so great and maybe could be helpful.

So I started to read about mediation in 2010 and tried around a little.

There was something there but I did not want to get better at that time. It took so many times of waking up totally hungover until I had enough. So I started researching like crazy. I made mediation and everything that had to with it my obsession. Seems like a contradiction but it's not. As if it was a new addiction.

I ended up reading every book that Dr. Joe Dispenza ever had written because part of his research is finding out what meditation does to our brain. And then I found more...omg....quantum physics. You can get lost in quantum physics. You know...the obsessions.

I started listening to a lot “spiritual” stuff on YouTube as well. So much there but useless....I also liked all kinds of “spiritual gatherings” that were broadcasted online.....idk..

It did not feel like this was leading me anywhere. But what happened is that I found a will again. Finding the will the end addiction is crucial. When you don't want to change then you're not going to.

I also got better in mediation or in other words, I just sat down and mediated. I got better in not giving into my cravings. It was little successes that made me stronger.

I was able to not drink for longer periods of time. It was alcoholism that kept me busy the longest out of all the addictions.

Falling down and standing up again and doing this over and over but learning something each time that I fell down....I also had phases where it just did not go well at all and I was drunk a lot again.

But form 2019 on it went, more or less, straight uphill until summer of last year. But it was hard. I had so much willpower but it was still so hard quite often.

Last year the traumas that I never faced caught up on me.

Here I am writing to you because of Mister Vessel.....he is authentically himself...I admire that and I'm working on that. And also that spritual teacher that I like so much at the moment. Kerry K she is also very authentic (and her teachings fit so damn well into Sleep Token lore). I'm part of her community for a few months now. It's been...well...intense but it gets better. I don't have anywhere to hide any longer. I have to face my traumas.

There is so much out there.....peeps on YouTube sharing their stories and how they got better. Or books or whatever. Everything is there....don't be afraid to look. You can also ask...me for example....

I always liked so much what Chester sings "the hardest part of ending is starting again". (the song is called waiting for the end)

idk why I just wrote that but it was in the field today. I had to do it :)

[seethesunny]

4 what is the plot bunny you've been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

33 do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

90 do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

Hey Ameera! Thanks for passing by :)

4. What's the plot bunny you've been carrying the longest? Do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Okay so this is kinda tricky because I HAVE played with this concept before (it's one of my favorite things to write), but the "Ellie is Tess and Joel's bio kid who Tess gave away without telling Joel and things happen like canon requires au" Tess POV retelling fic has been a plot bunny of mine since ages and it's been in my head like a little parasite buuuuut nothing has come out of it? At least not being this /canon adjacent/, that's what I mean!

For starters that idea would be overdone by now (and I'm sure people more talented have tackled it well enough) plus mine was also a mix of a Tess origins fic; she's technically Anna in this, or at least that's what Marlene makes Ellie believe, and she's tied to the fireflies while this is all a secret to Joel and only Tommy is aware but he leaves anyway.

Both Joel and Ellie are clearly oblivious, but Joel connects the dots the farther they travel and Tommy confirms this when they reunite + Marlene was supposed to tell the truth in an attempt to get Ellie back and have the cure (you can't let Tess’s sacrifice be in vain, Joel) yet he doesn't spare her life. The last part is going to be recycled for a segment in whumptober, though.

So it hasn't been made and probably won't be made at this point, I can't promise it will 😅 if you want to be devastated the line: "She gave life to Ellie, and gave her life to save her." Is what Joel thinks while he carries her to the car, and he feels no remorse in keeping their daughter alive and safe.

Also you can have this thingy from a random note app between my grocery list and wifi password:

"You know about your parents, girl?" The teenager shakes her head, avoids her eyes, "Marlene never told you anything?"

"Anna." Tess is so confused, but doesn't need to ask when it clicks; a fake story, a lie just like her own reason to give this girl away. "She only told me my mom was named Anna."

They keep walking, Joel is still ahead of them. She sighs relieved.

They will never know.

It's a bit sad, but it's for the best.

33. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Characters first, then plot! If I have no idea what characters are doing and adding to the plot or how they're supposed to fit, then I can’t work at all haha this is why in my outlines I need to specify their importance to the story so it feels satisfying, you know? It's also that my stories are character centric and they're my main focus 🫠

90. Do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

Annoyingly so! Like I said previously, the more I write, the more I influence everything, and that's very distinct to who I am 🫡 I hope it doesn't come off as pretentious but sometimes you kinda notice those small details only after you've written it, and you understand it's very you.

[doll-elvis]

How do ya feel about child bride? I think majority of people can't accept some of the things written about elvis and priscilla to be true 'cause it makes their whole world collapse as they see them as the perfect couple which they never really were

sorry just wanted to say I am scheduling asks by the hour today as I have been procrastinating in answering them, so I apologize in advance if I crowd your dashboards😭

anyways- thank you so much for the ask and I would really love to know what others have to say about this so please share your thoughts because I’m super curious myself 🤧

also there is truly nothing like reading Priscilla Presley’s “Elvis and me” and then reading Child Bride and having no idea to what believe anymore (which is exactly what I did and I had to read like 3 other books to make up my mind)

I do agree with your sentiment that Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship was not as perfect as some have been influenced to believe, and I don’t think the 2022 film helped that matter as the film very much had an agenda and that was to sell their love story… which was quite tumultuous at times

But I want to clarify that there is no doubt in my mind that they both loved each other very much and Priscilla was obviously incredibly special to Elvis. There really isn’t another woman he has been with that can say she has experienced something similar to what Priscilla experienced with him. She was with him the longest, she was the only one to get married to him, have his child, etc. etc. Priscilla was just unique in that regard, even if their relationship wasn’t perfect

Plus she is the only one that has ever gotten “It’s Midnight” dedicated to her by him and I feel like that really says something 👀

As for Child Bride… I have many issues with Child Bride, for starters, the name of the book and it’s implications. I was actually embarrassed to buy this book because of the title, and I’ve never read it in public because of it 🤧

My first issue is that Suzanne Finstad is an incredibly biased author, this book’s main purpose is to make Priscilla look bad and I’ve noticed Finstad even has misquoted a few people in order to do so

For example in Joe Esposito’s book this is how he tells this story

And then in Finstad’s book, this is how she misquotes him, to make Priscilla seem aggressive

My second issue with the book, and the biggest, is that Suzanne Finstad uses Currie Grant as her main source. If what he said is true, that he had intercourse with Priscilla prior to her meeting Elvis, then he is an admitted child r*pist

Priscilla said there was an attempt of an assault but has completely denied that she ever had intercourse with Currie Grant

Therefore this book is just the most uncomfortable case of “he said, she said”

Currie Grant and Priscilla Presley are the only ones who really know what happened between them, and therefore I don’t care to speculate on what actually happened and I’m especially not interested in hearing what Currie has to say because he’s just a disgusting man, and Suzanne Finstad is even worse for allowing him to have a platform

So because of that, I am just not interested in what Finstad has to write or say, I’ve only ever read Child Bride once and I haven’t picked it up again

I feel like there are so many other sources on Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship (for example the Memphis Mafia, Elvis’ other girlfriends, his stepbrothers etc. etc) that doesn’t involve a predator like Currie Grant being involved or an incredibly biased author… but anyways what do y’all think?

[clockworkspider]

@romancedeldiablo omg thanks for tagging me! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

113. Tho this count is a bit odd cause I write A LOT of tiny ficlets, and in my first fandom I posted most of them individually and in my current one a lot more of them are in a collection.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

281,571 (the 500 words ficlets sure adds up... Tho my longest fic is actually a translation of a chinese fic series, and I feared that added 40k to my count.)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm always a bit surprised that Deus Ex Machina is on there, cause I'm a bit embarrassed by that fic actually, it was one of my firsts. But I think the Good Omens fandom is very good with fic rec lists and that fic ended on one.

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

Most of them, yeah. I respond to every comment on more recent fics cause I like to talk to other fans and make friends in my current fandom. For fics in my previous fandom I respond to longer ones or comments with inquiries. (Here's a reminder to myself and other readers that you're allowed to ask writers questions other than "do you plan to continue this", it's a great conversation starter.)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hopeful ending is my bread and butter. Even my darkfics have hopeful endings cause that's how much of a sap I am.

But What is love? for Sk8 Adam really wrecked me personally after writing it. It's about teenage Adam running away from home after getting his skateboard burnt and finding out he have to go overseas for university. Of course in the end of the fic he had to go home and he had to go to university. I couldn't make him not return to his abusive home and that really killed me a little...

I think the fic gives him a bit of comfort and emotional catharsis, but doesn't change the situation. And such is the inherent powerlessness of being a teenager.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh definitely Keep Your Friends Close. I gave a happy ending to WRH for god's sake. I really wanted to give everyone closure without compromising the morality of any of them OR changing their nature, ya know? I'm a happy ending fan.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I use to love those when I was a teen, but no, sadly.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

lol yeah, not for my fic but for the character the fic is about. And then I responded with "okay but why are you here? Read a different fic?" like honestly people have too much time to hate-read.

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

I think I've written one? I'm not very good at it. I left the sex scenes in Of Choice to potato for a reason (who is the better half of that collab, actually, I'm not even being humble here)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few, yeah. Always to russian. The russian fans are ON IT.

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

Of Choice, with @romancedeldiablo

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

None they change every year. But 10051 and cherik are the roadmap.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Um... Of Choice. I had like... thoughts for the end. But I think potato can agree with me that we both ran out of steam for that one

15. What are your writing strengths?

minimalism (fitting more meanings per word)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know how to fucking plot.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm not going to do that. In the case where I know the other language well I'll translate it in the fic and leave a footnote. (I tried to keep most of the dialogues in Keep Your Friend Close was in Chinese in my brain first and then translated as I wrote, so they retain some Chinese flavour.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu Yu Hakusho... If you count parody crack fics written by 11 years olds. (When you get old enough you begun to realize that just because something is a parody doesn't make it funny.)

Magi, when I actually knew how to write.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I know I've written eiritsu but I wanna write more eiritsu. But they're so hard to write. (I kinda wanna write keichi and nagiiba cause I like the ships so much but when I think of it, not really. Akira-sensei fed me so well.)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Keep Your Friend Close is my baby. I got to air out some of my complex feelings about cultural revolution and modern day china, and I gave everyone mandatory happy endings.

For those of my enstars mutuals who happen to be into mdzs, it's a reincarnation fic where characters seems to meet their enemies first. So Wei Ying, Meng Yao, Xue Yang, and Nie Huaisang met in elementary school and make a pack to survive together in case they meet other people who have a grudge against them from their past life. Oh and they're forced to help Wei Ying search for Lan Zhan. It's set between early 2000s China (like, when I was last there lol) to present time. It's a fun time.

I'll be tagging... Heh. @squidcandy you're up. Also @stierhai. I've never grilled you about this before.

[sidekick-hero]

Stucky fic recs - a starter package

During a spiralling discussion about one of the best parts of the male physique (THIGHS) with @wastedonyoursmile and @legitcookie one man with his most stunning thighs (and his murder strut TM) came up: Bucky Barnes.

After finding out that Jen has not read any Stucky fic so far (*gasp*) I could not let that stand. As promised Jen (better late than never, aye?), have a starter package of my favorite Stucky fics:

The man on the bridge

One of the best and most devastating but also rewarding Stucky fics I’ve ever read. This one had me spiral down into obsession with this ship. If you want a good starting fic, this one is it. It’s canon up to Winter Soldier and goes AU after it. It’s regarded a fandom classic for a reason 😉

Start at Part 3 in the series (that’s where the link goes) and then go from there.

Summary:

Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door in the middle of the night might be a bit out of character, but it's not completely out of the realm of possibility. Stranger things have happened.

Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door with an amnesiac assassin - who may or may not have some of Tony's personally designed hardware attached where his arm should be - well that's just far too interesting to turn away, even if Tony is trying to avoid all things S.H.I.E.L.D these days.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth

A short and funny one, I just loved the outsider perspective. You should read this last, probably, after you dived into the dynamic of all the characters. Makes you appreciate the lightness and humor and dynamic in this one even more. But beware, it also deals with Bucky’s trauma, so it’s not all shit and giggles. But I guess, that’s a given in this fandom.

Summary:

Adventures in babysitting. Or, Natasha says it isn't babysitting, but Clint's not convinced that they haven't somehow adopted an amnesiac super assassin, but he's going with it.

The one where Clint Barton believes in waffles and Bucky Barnes.

Revenant

I don’t really know what to say about this one, just go along for the ride. It deserves its warnings but, in my opinion, it was nothing way worse than what you can gather from the movies. It just deals with the trauma that comes with being a kept and brainwashed weapon by hydra. Loved the plot twist of him taking Steve hostage instead of leaving him behind.

Summary:

Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) 

I can and did scream forever about this one. A formative reading experience for sure. Another fandom classic for a reason. It’s funny, it’s dirty, it hurts, it heals. It has everything. A different read on Steve and Bucky than some other fics if you ask me but an interesting one and very consistent and convincing in their characterization. The side characters alone make this one extremely enjoyable. It’s one of the longest fics here but definitely worth every second.

Summary:

It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps.

to memory now I can't recall 

Have some time travel AU! Loved that one because it explores Bucky and the Winter Soldier as two different entities that still have a lot in common. Mostly their love for one Steve Grant Rogers. It’s another one where I also adored the side characters, especially the Howling Commando members. It’s a very long one but you’ll finish it before you know. Lots of humor and action with a sprinkle of pain and heartbreak but a very satisfying ending (imo).

Summary:

While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

lonely houses off the road 

Last but not least another one that’s just hilarious. If you like Sam and his at times awkward dynamic with Bucky, this is the one for you. It had me howling with laughter but it’s also really sweet. And short. Give it a read if you need a pick me up – it will definitely do that.

Summary:

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."

"Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"

"Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

[more-than-a-princess]

[ hello, rae! i still have some time left before the new year begins for me, but i just wanna thank you for making my experience in the rpc a fun, uplifting one. ofc, i know i ended up taking a massive hiatus from kensuke and couldn’t even bring myself to write him long term (since i ended up hyperfixating over other characters and trying to get more interactions on him was like pulling teeth), but it still means a lot you welcomed me back with open arms!

like, i can’t express enough how grateful i am you ended up rolling with my obscure muse choices and just being open minded enough to explore different relationship dynamics with them, whether they be romantic or platonic. HONESTLY, i might not always be around anymore (due to the fact i have work 🥲), but you are seriously one of those few friends i made that make being here worth it; in fact, i ended up initially regaining my love and passion for writing because of you, when previously, i had lost all the spark i had in it following the nasty fall out i had with former partners… and was deeply insecure over my own writing, to the point where for the longest time, i didn’t think i would actually reach a point where tumblr rp would be a hobby i could enjoy again; only, i’m glad i ended up sticking with it, because in the end, i got to reconnect with you and other people i would never have met/written with provided i never stayed.

REGARDLESS, YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN NOTHING BUT KIND AND PATIENT TOWARDS ME, so in 2023, i strive to not only be a good rp partner, but a good friend to you as well (even if i do happen to be significantly younger than you). but yeah, here’s to another year of interactions between our muses! HONESTLY, i look forward to seeing what mischief and shenanigans these blorbos get up to. ]

Tell me stuff at the end of 2022 or beginning of 2023 because what is time/time is a social construct - Accepting if still want to. Otherwise it's going to be thread replies, shitposts, and starter memes/possibly call for new muns and muses!

Aww, Livi, you are so kind! Thank you so much for sending this, it brought a smile to my face as I read it. As I've mentioned before: I care far more about roleplaying with you and the joy you have for your muses, no matter who the muses are. Your enthusiasm shines through each and every time (also, each and every time Sonia never fails to pester/be a nuisance to your muses so...that's what you sign up for each time).

And while we all hate work (eff work is a common saying in my house), I hope that no one ever manages to rob you of your passion for writing and roleplaying. I'm so sorry you were hurt by others, but in my opinion, never let anyone else ruin your fun around here. Write because you have stories to tell, because you love to write, because you don't know what you'd do without the creative outlet here.

Let's leave haters behind in 2022! If anything, consider the fact that for all the time muns spend trying to bring you down, they could be writing. Creating dynamics and storylines. Improving their writing skills. Instead of, you know, hating.

You're already a wonderful RP partner and friend, I just suggest keeping it up :D And I'm happy to be the older friend/wine aunt in the RPC. I will forever be telling you to drink water, wear sunscreen, sleep, and life will get better.

Consequently, I will also discuss the good old days if prompted. The days of RP and fandom before tumblr. Before social media. Just make sure I have my comfy chair, my slippers, and a drink. Possibly painkillers: I'm at the age where I can pull something getting out of bed nowadays (though I'm probably just overdue for a new mattress).

tl;dr - dear mutuals, I'm old. I do not tolerate drama or BS in my old age. I do tolerate long-term, feels-packed threads combined with dashcomm shitposting, OOC chatter, and wine/tea/drink whatever you want just stay hydrated please.

And like Sonia: I'm not up to date with popular slang. Or being a cool and hip person. Bear with us, please.

[thisworldisablackhole]

Underneath It Exists Between Us

🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑

FFO: DEATHGRIND, DEATHCORE, ABORTED / LISTEN

Try as they might, but Underneath will never be able to escape the shadow of their back catalog, at least not without a good fight. When the band wiped their entire discography from streaming services earlier this year to announce a complete rebirth of the band, a lot of fans were understandably left asking “why!?”. From the Gut of Gaia is still going to be one of my favourite albums of the year, whether the band likes it or not. They can wipe it from the internet, but I will never forget. So now that the cycle of rebirth has been completed, and Underneath have emerged from their cocoon with their first “official” debut, it poses the question: what exactly changed?

Well for starters, Underneath is a full band now, and you can tell. Whereas their previous material was pretty much all written and recorded by Joey Phillips alone, It Exists Between Us feels much more like a collaborative effort, for better or worse (but mostly better). In addition to the band sounding more fleshed out and organic, Underneath have also sidelined a lot of the chug heavy deathcore influence in a bargain for more lightning fast Aborted style grind riffs. There are still some knuckle dragging breakdowns here, but the band just sounds faster and more maniacal than ever as they focus on shorter and more condensed songwriting. It Exists Between Us comes out of the door absolutely swinging with energy, but fourth track “Habsburg Jaw” most clearly showcases the best and worst of the bands stylistic shift by (somewhat awkwardly) stapling together a wide variety of riffs and tempos.

If one thing hasn’t changed about Underneath, it’s Joey’s absolute disdain for Christian Nationalism and the existential nightmare of surviving under a system that defies your entire existence. This vitriol is fully evident as he lays down one harrowing vocal performance after another. The closing duo of “It Exists Between Us” and “It Dies Within Us” acts as two sides of the same philosophical coin, but whereas the former still maintains some momentum and a faint flicker of optimism surrounding the connections and shared experiences between us, the latter brings the pace all the way down to convey the utmost amount of dread. Tacking the longest and slowest song onto the end of an otherwise blitzing ride doesn’t exactly help with a consistent listening experience, but one thing is clear; Underneath’s riff department has not suffered at all during this process of rebirth.

At the end of the day, the band essentially just veered toward a faster and more grinding style of death metal. Sounds great to me. I don’t think it’s far enough removed from their old material to warrant a full reboot, but if this is the new footing that Underneath want to start on, then It Exists Between Us is a mighty fine step in the right direction. Joey Phillips’ fingerprints are still all over the songwriting here, and as long as he stays at the helm and continues on this new trajectory, I have no doubt that Underneath will become a force of reckoning in the heavy music world. Maybe even with a bit of time and another album or two, people will finally stop asking about the old stuff.

[actuallyitsstar]

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

🍥 What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

✨ send me an emoji and ask me about my fanfic! ✨

🫓 : what is your most popular fic?

this is most certainly time takes no prisoners (you'll see). very much hands down, very much no contest lol 😅

🥘: what category do most of your fics fall under?

found family lol. what can i say. something about it does in fact hit different for me. i always want more and the brainrot is never ending and it's arguably not the most popular fic genre, so when i run out of content in the fandom of choice atm, i start making my own lol

🍛: have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

well, yes, for starters, several of yours!! 💗 like when someone leaves a nice/heartfelt and/or detailed comment on my silly little fics i am quite LITERALLY screaming crying (and only metaphorically throwing up) about it. that shit does in fact mean the most to me and i wouldn't push myself to actually try and do things i don't feel very good at if people did not seem to want me to do it, so when people feel Some Type of Way after reading something i wrote that is the ultimate goal. i wouldn't write stuff if i didn't want whoever's reading it to connect with and remember it, so i connect just as much back when they do!

🍢 : have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

thankfully i actually haven't yet!

🍣 : what helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

oof tbh i think me being ~in the mood to write~ is controlled by the whims of deities interested only in toying with me 😭😭 ive learned that even if i am not exactly in the mood i have to just Do it. and eventually i will either stop bc im like wow everything i am writing right now absolutely sucks! or i will get into it and figure out a whole bunch of shit and write 5k words. there is basically no in between lmao

🍥 : what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

this is also gonna have to be time takes no prisoners. it is kind of a big first fic for me- longest, first top gun fic, first fic to rly get comments or kudos, most chapters, fic i am the most proud of, first series based work, etc etc- and the story (though obviously not my own, as it IS just a retelling of largely canonical events i can't take any credit for) means the absolute world to me. it's probably going to wind up being my fanfic magnum opus lol. it is always gonna hold a special place in my heart. i just adore this fandom and these characters and i just akdhdjhfjfhf love everything about the whole mav-is-bradleys-dad shit and the by extension found-family-w-people-mav-knows shit. it is just major *chefs kiss* for me <3

if i needed to give a more creative answer in the pre ttnp timeline (bc that is how it feels sometimes lol. there is pre and post ttnp/top gun brainrot and nothing in between), i'd have probably said all this effort to make it look effortless, which was the first writing of any kind i had done since like 2018 or something idk. i wrote and posted it last year, not too long before i began to write ttnp (it was actually right before i saw tgm at all), and it's for the world's most obscure fandom and it's very very self indulgent and i rly did just write it for myself, there's like under 50 fics in that fandom and mine has less hits than that lol. but i was and am very proud of it! (tho w the hindsight of rereading i hate the formatting so much god learn to use paragraph breaks what is wrong with you aaaaaaa).

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Writer Asks

This is cobbled together from multiple asks.

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

🤔I don't know. I just do. It's like that with a lot of things I do. I just decided one day to start doing it. 😅

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Those Little First Dates

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Romance, jokey parts

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Prolonged angst, Threesomes

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

Ren

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

Akechi

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

Romance

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Getting together

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Bands

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

Persona 5

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Just Like The Movies, Night Visits, Should We Be Doing This?

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

In between

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

Ship

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Ren/Akechi

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Spotify, my Youtube playlist or videos

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

I've used both. But usually, it's my own ideas.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Both, more one shots than chap fics.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Night Visits, Hearts And Flames. It turned out good.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Fluff

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

"What is that"? Akechi practically hissed, hiding behind Ren.

Ren chuckled warmly, Akechi was adorable. He didn't think Akechi could still make his heart flip. Ren shook his head, he was so wrong. If anything his feelings were stronger than back then. "It's a cow. I know you've seen them online and TV".

Akechi dug his fingers into Ren's shoulders. "It's fucking huge"!

If Ren could get through this trip without having a heart attack or spontaneously combusting, it'd be a miracle. "You wanna pet it"? The fact that Akechi was an inch taller and trying to hide behind him, made Ren want him even more.

Akechi stared wide-eyed at him. He looked from the cow, back to Ren. "That thing will eat me".

Ren shook his head, he could feel his cheeks heating up. "Only if you have grass in your hand, or somewhere on you". He took Akechi's hand. "I'll be right by your side".

Those words sent chills down Akechi's spine. He felt Ren's other hand on his lower back. "You better not leave me".

"Goro, when have I ever let you down"?

Akechi hated how he melted when Ren purred in his ear. He followed closely behind Ren. 

What is your most popular fanfic?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach

Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

AO3

How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

🤷‍♀️I really love what I do.

What’s your longest fanfic?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Laugh

What is your planning process?

A vague idea

What have others criticized about your fanfic?

OOC

Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Yes

Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

My AO3 is linked on my profile.

What’s your shortest fanfic?

A Conversation With Crowley (45 words)

Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

Persona, NEO:TWEWY, other Japanese music, Aimer

Long chapters or short chapters?

Depends

How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

54+

How many WIPs will you finish?

All of them eventually

First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

Third

Do you take requests?

No

What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

Original

Past or present tense?

Depends on the part you're on.

Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

Yes

How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

I was looking for fics for a band. (I didn't find any).

Did you ever delete a work of yours?

No

Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

I've done NaoNo. I tried to do a bang, but got told it "wasn't up to their standards". Code for your grammar sucks, but we're not going to help you. We're just going to deny you a spot. Work with a beta and you can post after it's over, but you can still link your fic to the challenge. 🙄

Collaborations or working solo?

Solo

Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

Edit, Tag, Note, post

Rudest review?

That Akechi was OOC for being scared of a horror movie.

Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

Any

What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

Those Little First Dates

What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

"You didn't notice the lack of urinals"? Heights And Me Don't Mix- published

Where do you draw inspiration from?

Everywhere

Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Ren shakes his head. "I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can say it out loud". That would make it real. He'd rarely said it above a whisper. He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to lose you". He couldn't do this. But at the same time, he knew he had to. This world was a stage play. Everyone just followed the directions of the puppetmaster. They had no freedom, choice, or anything. Even in a perfect world, people should still have control over their lives. 2/2- published

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Both

Where do you get your fic ideas?

The randomist of places.

Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

Keep them to myself.

How do you choose which fics to write?

Whatever I'm in the mood to write. Or whatever needs to be updated.

What’s the last line you wrote?

I don't remember the last line I wrote, so here's a random line.

"Stick close to me". He said, motioning for her to get under. When he told her to stick close, he meant by his side. She proceeded to walk in front of him and lecture him the whole way. Akechi pulled out his phone. "I'm meeting with someone soon". -Detective Princes- published

Post a snippet from a wip.

"Why do they get worse"? Akechi's voice was muffled by Ren's shirt. He could feel Ren's heart beating. That's how he knew he wasn't dreaming. Nothing in his dreams had a heartbeat, not even him.

"You don't deserve this. I wish I could take them away from you". Ren would gladly take on Akechi's pain. Even though he had his fair share of nightmares. He'd do anything to help Akechi.

"You shouldn't burden yourself with my problems". Akechi sobbed. "I hate you seeing me like this".

"I will always help you no matter what". Ren told him, voice firm. "You do the same for me". He smoothed his hand down Akechi's back. He kissed his head. "You're my friend". Akechi was more than a friend. Ren was on the verge of falling in love with him. Maybe he'd already fallen in love and his heart was waiting for his brain to catch up. "You know you can come to me with anything. I'll drop everything to help you". He went to get up. -Comfort- unpublished

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

The way Akechi's face glowed in the light of the convenience store at 3 AM. The way it highlighted the bags under his eyes, showed just how young he was.  He always presented himself as older. Ren's heart fluttered at the sight. "You can stay with me".

Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Multiple ones

Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I try to write in order. It doesn't always work.

Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

A little bit. Mostly I just wing it.

Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

Hand, Laptop, Tablet

Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

I like researching.

Autonomy Is Within My Reach, I was following along with two supercuts. Because I was never at the same part in my playthrough.

Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

Canon

Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

One shots are easier to write.

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

During writing.

Song lyrics, song titles, part of the story, a title I just happen to like.

Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

Beginning and ending are the hardest.

How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I write in both. I don't mind fics written entirely from one character's POV, but I always wonder what the other is thinking.

What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Seeing the story come to life.

What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

Typing, I'm slow at typing.

How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I edit a bit while I write. The most editing I do is when I come back to the last part. I edit the stuff before, sometimes.

Do you take fic requests?  Why or why not?

No, I have enough stuff to write.

How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Some, but not as much as other people do.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

I have a new fav like every fic I post.

What fic are you proudest of?

Give Me All Your Love, I didn't think I'd get a very long fic.

What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Autonomy Is Within My Reach- it took so long to write. Dark Sun, it took me almost a year. Should We Be Doing This?-lots of sex. Hearts and Flames-threesome

What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

Give Me All Your Love.

In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

Night Visits

I found out there was a ship between Ren/Joker and I wanted to try my hand at it.

In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Tell Your World

Akechi's lips were on his as soon as the curtain fell. Somehow they managed to fumble their way down the hallway. "Ren, if we don't get going we're not going to make it to our room".

Shivers ran down Ren's spine as Akechi kissed the length of his neck. "I don't mind".

Akechi glared at him. "We're not doing it in the hall".

Ren chuckled. "You're right your bed is better".

In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

If I cut a part there's a reason why. If I like the part enough I will put it in the one-shots book.

What was the hardest part of writing [insert fic]?

Should We Be Doing This?

If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would happen in it?

I don't write sequels.

What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

Those Littel First Dates started out as a one-shot.

Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

Fics, not writers

Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Writing

Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Catnip, Just Like The Movies

How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

🤷‍♀️I just do.

[thewolfisawake]

I posted 193 times in 2022

That's 14 more posts than 2021!

127 posts created (66%)

66 posts reblogged (34%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rpmemes-galore

@arcxnumvitae

@mostly-sentence-starters

@annicon

@rp-meme-central

I tagged 156 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#wolfatrest - 16 posts

#answered - 11 posts

#open - 10 posts

#arcxnumvitae - 8 posts

#hunter and executioner - 7 posts

#baring fangs with a rabbit's heart - 6 posts

#the beta hunter - 5 posts

#strawberryxdreams - 5 posts

#the bad luck charm - 5 posts

#cxrsedsouls - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 73 characters

#of course he would just casually drink while looking at a bar fight go on

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Aspis

Send me the name of one of my Muses you want to learn more about, and I’ll ramble about them.

My boy! (something goes wrong) My boy! (Father help--)

Now that that's out the way. Aspis has held the place for like...my favorite to torment for years. Like even Samir and Artemis are way less time than I've ruminated on all the ways that it could go wrong for this boy. There's stuff I haven't even written on the blog or chats because it's just my special brand of fucked up and/or extreme self-indulgence. And I apologize in advance because this probably the most rambling and least cohesive of the ones I have written.

The fact there are so many bad ends I've concocted just tells me Aspis is hanging onto his sanity by a thread. One that is frayed and staying with hopes and prayers. He is also one of the biggest proof that bonds are the way to go if someone for some reason wants to save my muse. Like he is the biggest derailment of his original plot. Like to the point, I'm almost going to toss the original plot. And this is not a complaint! I'm genuinely intrigued as to how one can, essentially, have their fate changed.

That being said, I have given enough ambiguous plot points to have any number of weird things go on for him. Namely his strong spiritual power, being from a supposedly long dead family line, and his sketchy adolescence. Like it sounds like a lot of things but the point for me is to give possibilities, not all of them would ever be pursued but it gives the opportunity.

Like with the spiritual power, there's so many things. From seeing some interesting things while a lot of the world will not notice. As well as stuff like possession, probably a good sacrifice to some gateway to hell (thanks for that F.atal F.rame), and of course interactions with the dead. All are things that could be fun to explore and because Aspis is inexperienced with this power, just...room for either funnies or really sad things because he doesn't know a better way.

His family line has had all sorts of things associated with them but because of their nature, it's not clear what's true and what's legend. And as it's pretty much also lost itself, Aspis doesn't know what they are either. The funniest thought I had about it was if there was some long lived being that was like ‘hey, your family said they’d do x or I have a score to settle from y years ago.’ Cliché but I do love those ones. 

There’s also the idea that his family were ‘beloved’ for some reason. I have thought about if this ‘affection’ is...not quite good. The most specific was like some angelic-like being that wanted a songbird...because their musical talent is the only thing that I can admit is canon amongst them (there are several muses from the same bloodline as Aspis but they’re separated by like...centuries). There has also been the consideration that someone in his family had ended up being ‘blessed’ by the god of destruction, currently going by Noctis, which showing up now for Aspis turns into more of curse. And considering he’s already cursed, really blows.

His dubious adolescence is probably the most recent development but one I’m rather fond of because it gives opportunity to meet other muses of dubious background. And it could be friendship, could be mentorship, could be ‘oh god, I stole from them. Fu--’ anything goes. And it just ends up being almost comical because his friends think he’s just sweet and good and how ever could he end up with anything seedy? Aspis is just a nice contradiction like that. And this was between his training to become a hunter so there is the question of how he had time...and really it just goes with his surprisingly self-destructive being. 

I’m not sure if it was ever made known to others but Aspis had an insane workaholic-like time frame for years between his cadet years and becoming good friends with his coworkers in the European branch of the Bastion. Like since he was unsupervised anyway, he spent that time basically getting money to get him a better start for his hunter career equipment wise and training himself...unconventionally in the process. And when he did get licensed, he spent so much time making up for failed assignments with others so that he didn’t fall behind. Think like...black company sort of overtime, that’s what Aspis was up to.

Okay I gotta stop somewhere or I’ll spend all night on like....all the terrible stuff that is up with this boy. I know certain people will be like ‘let him rest’ and I am like ‘tell him that!’ 

6 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

Not me sprinting onto here so I can say ‘Happy Birthday’ to my sunshine boy before the day ends. 

6 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#3

meals: how many meals does my muse eat a day? what do they generally consist of? Arty

"...huh, I don't really keep count to be honest," Artemis admitted, "I eat when I'm able. So it could be as many as five and as little as none. Right now...it's whenever I feel like it so at least twice? Maybe? And what that consists of, whatever I have or can make. I'm not picky and it's not like I can't go to a shop and buy something. Or forage if I needed to."

6 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#2

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Percy demanded from above, “that’s history you’re destroying!”

6 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You never realize how much you miss having a long bathroom mirror until you wear cute clothes and can't find a way to show that off.

12 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

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[winterbranded]

[ ✮ ]  ——  HOW ODD IT WAS THAT THE COORDINATES LEAD THEM HERE.   an old army base located in what felt like the middle of nowhere.  the usual night life gently chirped in the background.  even with the light ambience in the background, the silence unnerved barnes.  glacier blues are quick to scan each lingering shadow and perimeter of the area.  weapon raised in high alert as he continues to press forward with carefully placed steps.  the place is rusted and certainly old.  no one had been here in probably decades.  he pauses within the main courtyard, now gazing up at some of the weathered pole speakers set up across the base.  eyes narrow as a small blinking red light is noticed upon one of them.  lips part to speak to bring attention to the strange anomaly, but instead a shrieking of audio backfire echoes through the empty lot.  barnes flinches, features grimacing at the unpleasant and sudden sound.  but it dims in the end.  static now prickling within the air as a recorded audio log begins.  unfortunate familiar words being spoke in russian. 

      LONGING.    eyes raise back up to the speakers.  ice blues round and wide as a sharp strike of fear hits the middle of his chest.  dripping like   lead   into his stomach.    RUSTED.   his form falters, panic freezing his limbs briefly before open fire is immediately reined upon the speaker closest to him.  sparks of bullets bursting against the material.  but the rest of the speakers continue and there were far too many spread out to stop them in time.   a haunting reverb bouncing across the old speakers.  the words bouncing off of the old concrete buildings.    SEVENTEEN.     whispered denial is on his tongue as brows furrow, attempting to fire more shots.  but the weapon is eventually dropped.  a puff of dirt following the heavy clunk of metal.   DAYBREAK.   a hand raises to the accompanied person with him,  eyes closed as he takes a few stumbling steps back.  a signal to not come any closer.   

      ❛  don’t ...  get the  hell  out of here while you can !  ❜    it’s stated in a hurried warning, knowing what is to follow. he cannot hurt anyone again like this. not again.   teeth baring as his palms now move over his ears.   FURNACE.   he can feel it in his bones.  not everything had been erased.   how horribly he wanted to  scream.   the progress of stability ---- all of it now seeming to crumble as the words continued.   NINE.   fingers dig within his skin and scalp, steps continuing to move him back.  subconsciously trying to move away from the audio.  his knees eventually collapse into the dirt,  form hunching over as heaving breaths fill his ears.  shoulders and arms shaking.   BENIGN.   stop stop stop  ENOUGH,  his mind whispers frantically.  HOMECOMING.   he had no location of a solution.  doubt heavy on him that a power box would be in reach.   the area was  unknown.   it was a trap from the beginning, and they   knew   that.   but this was something they weren’t prepared for.   ONE.   no one else should have this information.  no one except for a few select persons.  but only one suspect was prominent in barnes’ mind on who the hell could be behind this.  but all thoughts are swiped as the last word is spoken :  FREIGHT CAR.           shaken limbs are settled as if with a flick of a switch.  he doesn’t move nor speak.  an eerie pause being taken as his form slowly rises.  breaths slow and unnaturally calm like a machine.                GOOD MORNING, SOLDIER.                                    ❛  Я жду приказаний.  ❜    it’s breathed into the air  as he stands stationary.  all humanity drained from his gaze as he stares ahead blankly.  awaiting orders, even as a deadpanned tear falls across his cheek. 

[xweofmanyfaces]

Strange Love

     Everything had worked like a dream, smooth and effortless. She had wanted nothing more than status and power, influence and presence, and her relationship with Aro had given her that ten fold. It seemed all too eager to come into his life and wrap him around her little finger, to fill that hole in his eternity he seemed to be longing to be filled. She often wondered if he had even noticed the emptiness in his existence before he met her, or if having her there made him realize how deeply he desired a mate. 

     Vampires, especially much older ones, tended to mate for eternity. So once you had a mate, they were yours completely, your forever in every way. Regina had never considered herself the mating type, more like the ‘fuck them and eat them’ type. But then she met Aro, an ancient and powerful vampire with every chance to give her everything she desired-and she jumped at it. After some almost expert seduction, he was hers, offering her his world on a platter-a place at his side, to rule as his queen, to be given everything she had ever desired. It had all been so perfect. Or at least...it was. 

     As years turned into decades, she found herself feeling things, things she hadn’t felt since her days of humanity. She found that her little games with Aro’s heart were turning into less of a game and more of reality. She found herself touching him more, not just because she wanted something from him or wanted to control him, as she had always done, but simply because she wanted to feel him beneath her fingertips. She lured him to bed more often, not to gain favor as she once did, but because she had a carnal need inside of her that only he could satiate. She would watch him when he wasn’t looking, study his features as if she hadn’t been seeing the every day for near a hundred years.

     He made her feel weak, made her feel human-what a disgusting thing to be. She craved him, longed for every ounce of his love and affection. In truth, she knew she had all that from him. Aro had adored her from the very beginning, that was obvious. He had worshiped her from the moment she allowed him, had loved her as eternally as any immortal could-perhaps even more than others. But she found herself unable to get enough, slowly able to feel her defenses weakening towards him-loving him. Love was a weakness to her, even in her human life. She knew better than this, how could she let this happen?

     She wondered, perhaps, if she should just let it happen. She had already been his mate for decades, had already been pretending to love him all this time. Would it really be so bad to let herself feel it truly? To be completely consumed by him in the way she had always held back from? To truly belong to him in the way he belonged to her? It made her feel weak to admit it, but that was what she wanted; she wanted to be his for always. And that made her no more foolish than a human girl. 

     She pulled herself from her thoughts of Aro to remember she was staring into a fire she had started. She didn’t need to keep warm, she simply liked to look at it, liked the crackling sounds the flames made as they danced across the logs. She sighed heavily and turned her had to look at their bed. They didn’t sleep in it of course, but they had spent years laying there and just talking. It had been almost a century now, the anniversary of their first hundred years together right around the corner. How had it already been a hundred years? Felt like only yesterday she left her coven back in Spain to join him. 

     Her thoughts of him had gone on too long to be stood for anymore, she thought it best if she went to see him. She hadn’t any excuse, but perhaps she would come up with one when the time came. She stood from her chair and made her way to where she had assumed Aro would be, a room that could be considered either his study or a library of sorts, though she often teased him and referred to it as his lair. She liked teasing him. 

     When she finally made it there she didn’t bother to knock, walking in as if she owned the place. Well, in a sense she did, since they had once promised to share everything equally. She smiled when she saw him, her hand still on the door knob. “There you are,” she said. “I was wondering where you were hiding,” she said, walking over to where he sat and stood beside him. “Every time I come looking for you, you seem to be reading.”

@redeivampirii

[storiesofwildfire]

A Quest for Peace

          { @vanirbound -- yet another long, plotted starter for the God Loki wants to lick always. ‘I licked him, so he’s mine,’ he says! }

♔—- Many, many years passed since the first time Loki realized that Asgard was not for him. While the glittering cities and prosperous protectors of the Nine Realms had a beautiful ring to their accomplishments and an equally pleasing aesthetic, what rested beneath the surface was something much, much darker. Loki tasted the first bitterness on his tongue at a relatively young age. 

The realm would never accept his magic, his unique outlook on life, his desire to break free of responsibilities so he could travel, explore, and learn, his love of staying in and studying rather than fighting amongst the other boys. Loki’s inability to conform to their norms increasingly rubbed people the wrong way, to the point that every single characteristic that defined him developed into something that could be used as a weapon against him.

Too mischievous. Too feminine. Too reliant on magic. Too emotional. Too cold when refusing to open up because he was too emotional. Too rebellious. Too observant. Too irresponsible yet trying too hard to be valuable. Too desperate for positive attention. Too weak.

Too unable to be what Asgard demanded him to be while constantly trying to be his best for Asgard.

No matter what Loki did, no matter what he sacrificed for his people, no matter how much of himself he gave, it was never enough. Not for his father, not for his peers, and not even for himself. Every time he deserved praise, he was met with criticism instead or worse, someone else took the credit for his job well done. 

Loki gave everything he had to Asgard and his people had no idea how much he sacrificed, how much he went through the ensure their safety, how much he bottled up his own feelings and fears just to keep his magic at bay so it didn’t hurt someone ridiculing him. Honestly, it hurt more than he ever let on, to put so much effort into protecting and helping his realm prosper, just to be kicked back down again for having the strength to speak up. 

The worst part, though, by far? No one actually saw it for what it was. No one acknowledged that the way the second prince was treated was inherently wrong, that they should rethink the way they saw the young royal, but why would they? Every single Aesir who misspoke or talked down to him had been given silent permission by watching the way Odin evaluated and treated his own son.

For hundreds of years, this was just a way of life for Loki, a norm that he sometimes escaped from but was inevitably trapped in. It only ever occurred to him that he could leave Asgard behind forever once when he’d fallen in love with a young and exceptional woman on Midgard by the name of Vera. An oracle who channeled Loki through herself and performed nothing short of miracles for her people, the moment he met her, he knew he’d known her for years already and fell in love far more quickly than he ever managed again. She gave him the self-awareness and the confidence to leave his old life behind, but she, ultimately, was the reason he stayed.

She said she couldn’t be the reason he abandoned his Godly position and the responsibilities that went with it, that he was far more important than one relationship with one mortal, and he kept telling himself every time he wanted to run that he had to be strong. Vera believed in him. Others followed her lead. So many people prayed to him, worshipped him, turned to him in their time of need, and if all of those people could follow after him even when he often felt so run down and defeated, surely he could stick it out?

Everything changed the night Loki conceived Sleipnir.

Relations with Vanaheim grew more and tenser. The Vanir had beaten Asgard back time and time again and Odin grew fearful of what they would do should they come back to Asgard. One of the many defenses that the council came up with was to build a protective fortress around the realm, specifically Gladsheim, the capital that housed not only the royal palace but the Bifrost as well. 

The finest builder in all of Yggdrasil had been contracted, but his price was higher than any of the Gods were willing to pay, so a scheme had been devised. The builder had to work alone and quickly. A harsh deadline gave him an impossible window to finish construction and if he did not meet it, he would have to finish the project without payment. The builder, much to everyone’s shock, agreed and much to everyone’s horror, the one asset he was allowed to have made progress go so swiftly, he projected to finish one day ahead of schedule.

A schedule in which he tightly kept.

Of course, when things grew difficult, the Aesir formed a habit of looking to Loki. His schemes and wit made him perfect for problem-solving. Even if he never received any of the praise, Loki stood as a powerful and irreplaceable asset to Asgard’s longevity and, like he’d done many times before, Loki bowed his head and agreed to sort out the problems.

The night he departed to halt the builder’s progress turned out to be one of the worst and most humiliating nights of his life. He never did share the details of what happened that night. The most anyone got was that he shape-shifted into a beautiful and enticing mare that managed to distract Svadilfari, the builder’s workhorse who moved all of his supplies for him. Without Svadilfari, the builder had no hopes of finishing his project on time. 

Loki succeeded in keeping the stallion busy, but Loki hadn’t succeeded in keeping a safe distance from Svadilfari. Even Loki underestimated how quickly such a massive horse could move--

Without going into vivid details, Loki wound up carrying and birthing an eight-legged foal. The pregnancy on its own had been traumatic physically and emotionally, the events leading up to the pregnancy had been traumatic and humiliating in ways even Loki’s silver-tongue could not adequately explain, but the worst part of the entire experience? Rather than return home and have a father who wanted to take care of his child after such a horrible event, Odin hid Loki away, isolated the prince, and kept the people of Asgard in the dark of Loki’s situation.

Loki was not allowed to let anyone know that he mothered the foal. Loki was not allowed to let anyone know that Sleipnir was more than just a horse, that he was actually a sentient being with a mind and magic of his own. Loki was not even allowed to protest Odin taking Sleipnir from him and grooming him to become a war steed.

Rather than love Loki, care for him, and help him with a situation that never would have happened had Odin not sent Loki out, to begin with, Loki faced isolation, a pregnancy that likely could have been fatal, and the shame of being told it was all his fault, all while having his child stripped from him as if Sleipnir was nothing more than an untrained pet that pissed on the carpet one too many times.

That stood out as a true turning point for Loki. Odin couldn’t understand why Loki found so much hatred and ill will in how he decided to handle the situation and Sleipnir, didn’t understand why Loki had any sort of maternal instincts in regards to an animal, and repeatedly shouldered the idea that the result had been nothing but shameful down onto Loki to carry the weight.

No love. No sympathy. No encouragement.

Gods, Odin hardly even allowed Asmund to tend to his physical state, and part of the young prince truly wondered... Would Odin have preferred if Loki did die in childbirth? Would that have alleviated something for the king? Made his life easier in some way? 

Either way, Loki accepted that Odin had no true love or respect for him and, in turn, any lingering love that he possessed for his so-called father vanished. Loki wanted Sleipnir and he wanted to leave. Whatever misfortunes led to Sleipnir’s birth, Loki loved his son, and placed no personal blame on a blameless child. 

But Loki hadn’t even fully recovered from the birth when talk of new negotiations between Asgard and Vanaheim cropped up. Strange, Loki thought, considering the whole point of the fortress was to protect them from Vanaheim... Seemed everything he went through meant nothing, as Odin still cowered in the face of the Vanir.

Loki didn’t bother himself with the negotiations or trying to keep up with what went on. He was still in the tail end of recovery, still mourning over his son being ripped from him, still kept separated from most of Asgard, and still contemplating murdering Odin himself for what he’d done to him. Time and energy to invest in keeping up with negotiations he wouldn’t even be part of wasn’t in the cards.

At least, he believed he would have no part in it.

Until Asmund, his healer, and Sigurd, Odin’s advisor, and Loki’s biggest supporter, came to see him. Asmund was a pretty normal face to see as he had been one of the few consistently allowed to be with Loki during the pregnancy. Sigurd, on the other hand, only got to see the prince when he snuck in to share a few words.

Both tried to cover up the worry etched into their solemn faces as they came to the young Godling, who sat propped up by a number of plush pillows attempting (and failing) to busy himself by reading.

Loki glanced over the top edge of his book, his lips instantly tugging south when he got a good look at them. Their worry and nervousness poured off of them, filling the air with sparks of uneasy magic. “What is it?” Loki asked, closing the book without marking his page and setting it off on the side of the mattress. 

Asmund came over immediately and sat beside the taller-yet-younger sorcerer. He took one of Loki’s hands into his soft, skilled healer hands, closing both of them around Loki’s. Loki allowed the action. Asmund stood as one of the few who could get away with touching Loki in even the tensest and uncomfortable of circumstances. There were few Loki trusted more than his healer, but the gesture filled the prince with worry.

“Has something happened to Sleipnir?” Loki asked. “Is he okay?”

“Sleipnir’s fine, for the time being, Loki,” Sigurd assured him. “I have some of my best keeping track of him to ensure Odin doesn’t do any harm.” The shadowmancer walked over to the bed and sat down as well. “We’ve come to talk to you about negotiations with Vanaheim.”

“Oh.” Loki’s tone fell flat. He didn’t care and his change of voice mixed with the dropped expression said that loud and clear, making his next statement completely redundant. “I really have no interest in that. I have more important things to worry about.”

“We know,” Asmund and Sigurd said in unison.

“But Odin has managed to come to something of an agreement on the terms of peace,” Sigurd continued. “I spoke out against this idea openly. Odin more or less told me that he understood I favored you, but he would not listen to my attempts at shielding you from something so important to Asgard.”

“W-what... do you mean...?” Loki murmured, fear creeping back into his voice again. “What do I have to do with anything of that?”

Asmund and Sigurd exchanged a glance, silently searching on another’s expressions. Asmund tilted his head towards Loki and Sigurd sighed, nodding his quiet approval. Sigurd might have been the head of a spy network and wildly intelligent, but matters of the heart were more up Asmund’s alley. 

“Odin has proposed the idea of an arranged marriage to bind Asgard and Vanaheim,” Asmund murmured. “He will be getting himself a new bride and, in return, he will be marrying off one of his sons to the Vanir chief. You, Little One. He wants you to marry Heimdall, the Chief of the Vanir, in exchange for peace.”

Loki’s heart thrashed in his chest, though if it was fear, desperation, or anger, he couldn’t really tell. “He’s going to sell me? After everything he’s done to me, everything he’s put me through, and he’s just going to turn around and throw me to our enemies?”

“I know,” Asmund murmured, lifting Loki’s hand so he could kiss the back of his palm and then another gentle kiss on the inside of his wrist, a trait common to the Vanir as a sign of showing respects to one’s magic, but Asmund was not of Vanaheim. “Many have tried to talk reason into him, but he will see none. He is convinced this is the only way.”

“I’m not old enough to get married...”

That wasn’t much of an argument, he realized. He’d just had a child, for the love of the Nine. If he could have a child, he could get married, and even without motherhood, plenty of arranged marriages rooted back far younger than Loki presently was, so even forming in childhood.

“I can’t...”

“Heimdall wants to speak with you,” Sigurd almost whispered, reaching over to take Loki’s free hand. “He said that he would agree to Odin’s terms, but only if he got to speak with you first and give you a chance to decide for yourself. While Vanaheim may be our enemies, I do not believe Heimdall to be a malicious man. He does not want to do anything without your consent and without you understanding the full perimeters of what will happen should you accept his... proposal. While this may not be ideal, he does want to make this as easy and as genuinely your own free will as possible.”

“How is it free will? Just because this Heimdall person is giving me a choice doesn’t mean I actually have one. What will happen to Asgard if I say no? What will Odin do to me if I say no?”

“I’ll admit, you--” Sigurd began, but Asmund immediately shook his head, silencing the elder sorcerer immediately. 

“Don’t worry about that right now, all right, Little One? Speak with Heimdall. Hear what he has to say. You don’t have to meet with him alone if you do not wish. You know we’ll be right by your side if you ask. Speak with him, then you can make a decision, and we’ll take it from there, okay?”

Loki lifted his eyes to Asmund, the emerald color glistening under the threat of tears. The poor, young prince was so exhausted, still desperately trying to get back on his feet, and dealing with so much emotional shit, piling something like this on top of him was enough to make even the strongest of people crack. Of course, he wanted to cry.

“If I go to Vanaheim... will you come with me?” he asked Asmund, knowing fully well that no matter how much he may wish for Sigurd to be with him, Sigurd’s role was far too important to abandon for the whims of a boy separated from his home. Asmund, though? His entire life had been dedicated to Loki’s care and growth. He would come, surely he would...

“If I am allowed to,” Asmund promised. “That will be up to Heimdall, though, I’m afraid.” Asmund dropped Loki’s hand in exchange for wrapping his arms around the mischief-maker. Loki trembled lightly in his arms, fighting so hard to keep from sobbing right then and there. Asmund squeezed him as tightly as he could, reaching up to card his fingers through Loki’s long, thick hair. “It’s all right, Loki. It’s okay. I’m right here. Shhh, I’m here.”

Sigurd watched in silence, allowing Loki to take his hand back so he could wrap his arms around Asmund, both hands fisting his shirt. The advisor’s heart broke at the sight as Loki slowly broke down in his healer’s arms, tears finally slipping down his cheeks. For several long minutes, the three sat in silence, Sigurd’s hand resting firmly on Loki’s knee while Asmund hugged him tightly. 

“Just get it out, Loki, it’s okay,” Asmund kept whispering encouragements, but Loki was honestly tired of crying, of feeling so broken, beaten down, and defeated. 

Only once the sounds of Loki’s quiet sobs calmed did Sigurd dare speak again. “I know you are upset, Loki, and I cannot blame you for that, but will you speak with Heimdall? He would like to see you as soon as possible.”

“We won’t leave you alone with him if you are uncomfortable with that,” Asmund reminded him.

Loki could only really manage a nod, but what other choice did he have but to accept the chief’s request. Sigurd gave him a melancholy smile and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the prince’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a bit with him then,” Sigurd murmured. “Sit tight.”

With that, Sigurd pushed himself from the bed and disappeared through the massive golden doors that led to Loki’s private chambers, off to fetch Heimdall. The Vanir chief waited patiently for him to return.

“He’s agreed to see you,” Sigurd spoke. “I do ask that you be gentle. Asmund and I have delivered the news of the workings of this arranged marriage already. He’s digesting it, but he is understandably upset. He is also recovering from a very brutal pregnancy, so hormones and paranoia are running high right now. I ask you to be mindful and to show some compassion as you speak with him. If you want him to agree to this willingly, you have to make him understand you are not going to hurt or misuse him. You have to make Vanaheim sound appealing to him and, between you and me, it shouldn’t take much. Vanaheim would be a much better place for the prince.”

Sigurd didn’t want to see Loki sold off as some sort of bride for peace, but at the same time, he had to admit, getting Loki off of Asgard and somewhere he could truly grow and prosper would be the best possible thing for Loki. 

Vanaheim could give him that.

[sage-the-unwise]

I wanna hear some thoughts on my pathetic baby loser failson (beloved) five pebbles

oh hell yeah i love hate love this guy and i have SO many thoughts

so, some fun hcs for starters (only one and a half of which pertain to him in canon, the others are just vague sketches of what his vibe is like):

he would like tame impala but only partially in a male manipulator way

if he were a smoker i think he'd vape and then switch to menthols (something tells me he'd be the kind of guy to start smoking because he thinks it looks cool)

hes transmasc coded. real he/they energy

his construction suffered pretty extreme budget cuts due to the political controversy surrounding his placement over the Anointed Citadel (there was a defund five pebbles campaign led by the spiritual leaders there lmao) and thus he is noticeably smaller than the other iterators

he'd be a pretty great poet, and would make a killing in clout off posting poetry to instagram if that existed in rain world lmao (if his iterator comrades appreciated it, he'd post poetry to one of their global message boards, but not many of them care for artistic pursuits. he'd get a temp ban for wasting space)

if you dug through enough pearls in garbage wastes you'd find the equivalent of amateur tumblr poetry from 2012, all written (and some partially scrambled) by pebs himself. before moon's collapse, NSH made it a project to get their hands on some of it so they could make fun of him by reading it aloud in vc. that never panned out

pebs and NSH would've collabed to produce shitty soundcloud rap, but they'd have a falling out over the duo's artistic direction and they'd split up. pebs would try to produce his own backing tracks, fail at it, and give up, and NSH would go on to make insane 120 bpm hyperpop you could mosh to and open for 100 gecs

and now for some sad character analysis:

i think pebs has like, very big feelings and not a great grip on how to handle them. he isn't maliciously selfish but he experiences his own pain as so all consuming that he forgets that his actions affect other people and simply follows his impulses without much thought. this obviously doesn't excuse his actions - he's harmed his friends in some very real, tangible and painful ways and they should hold him accountable for that (were i to write a 5p recovery arc he would definitely get taken to task by the others, who are also Messy. it would perhaps be a very dramatic fight, but i think if their heads were clear enough and moon had some means of communicating with them you could get a good approximation of what restorative justice might look like for a bunch of alien supercomputers).

it's also implied that he's like the baby of the group, or is at least younger, and therefore has had less time to get to know everyone else and establish himself as part of the local group's regular social dynamic, so i would imagine he has insecurities about that which might fuel his impulse to isolate when he feels Bad. which was, of course, disastrous on one particular occasion. i think he feels deep guilt over that and it's eating him (like the rot), but he has no idea how to express his remorse, or that the person he killed has been revived and can be talked to directly (if only via slugcat messenger). i've always read moon as someone who, in pursuit of being the group big sister/mom friend, learned to repress her feelings in order to preserve group cohesion at all costs. i think a conversation between the two of them would either be really explosively messy (timeline where moon learns to let herself feel things and be angry) or it would have the longest silences you've ever heard (timeline where moon does not learn to stop repressing her emotions). either way it would take a while for them to make peace with each other, but i think they could pull it off. neither of them want to spend the rest of eternity lonely and bitter.