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[cleocatrablossy]

Out of all ways to spend a sunset, checking flintlocks upon the Death Valley Queen was never one Martyn expected. Of every way to spend an evening, staying aboard a different ship was never one Martyn wanted. And out of every way to spend a day, planning an attack with the “Seven Deadly Sins” was never one Martyn even considered.

Scar is next to him repairing any pistols with damage to them, helping keep them in check. And soon it’ll be dinner, and after that he can go right back to the Biting Tide. No one would be able to blame him for wanting to get back on it. Especially not when he’s stuck on a sloop that’s been adapted for a seven-man crew. As opposed to that, the Biting Tide was a galleon. Well and spacious enough for its sixty-man crew. The nigh perfect repair on its hull being his pride and joy.

And yet here he was, checking that the flint wasn’t dulled. For a likely damned attack on an Ocean Empire trading ship they’d seen. A sloop and galleon split between a total crew sixty-seven likely wouldn’t do any good against a full rigged ship with fourteen guns and naval officers on board.

The flint in the pistol he had in his hand wasn’t worn yet, but the barrel was fouled. He passed it off his left. Scar took it from his hand.

“Barrel’s the issue.” He huffed, reaching over to grab the next pistol to check. There was a couple seconds’ silence as he made sure there was nothing in the gun. Then Scar spoke.

“Are you alright? You’ve seemed down this whole time.” He asks. A quick glance over reveals he’s using the gun as a prop of sorts, as he rifles through a crate of various tools.

“I guess, I just can’t shake the feeling we’re sailing to our deaths.” He says. He can hear Scar set the pistol down, and then a warm hand rests on his shoulder.

“Well never fear Martyn, you’re with us- the Seven Deadly Sins! The greatest terrors of the ocean since the kraken. Should everything go well we won’t even have needed to check the guns, they’ll just surrender when we raise the flag!” Scar half yells, shaking his shoulder a bit. The absolute madman is grinning ear to ear.

“You know, I’m almost jealous of your confidence.” Martyn gets out, before his breathing is overtaken by laughs.

“Oh, I think you’re looking for the wrong person then. Envy’s Gem, I’m Gluttony remember.” Scar says, mock offense twisting in his voice. It would sound more like a threat than anything if not for the fact his shoulders shook.

“Oh, yeah yeah. You know what I meant.” Martyn says, returning to his task of checking the pistol.

“Of course, of course.” Scar said, taking his hand back and beginning on filling the divots in the barrel.

He could hear people milling about between the ships. Cleaning cannons, checking stocks, repairing sails, double checking rigging and so on.

“If we die, do you think the void will let us sink into a peaceful nothingness?” He asks, turning over his shoulder slightly, placing down the gun in the ‘good working condition’ pile and grabbing another.

“Wow, you’re actually pretty concerned with this. But, hmm. We aren’t good men, Martyn. The most mercy we can ask for is a clean shot through the head.” Scar says, knocking his knuckles to his temple for added effect.

“I guess. Just wondering. We’ll probably make it out though, hopefully.” He half mumbles. Scar sets down the pistol he had into the slowly growing pile. He passes Scar his pistol, pointing to the flint.

“Hopefully!” Scar says, voice as cheerful as someone seeing their first festival. With how cheerful he remained, it was surprising he wasn’t drunk. But hey, to brand yourself as an embodiment of evil it must take some level being messed up. Speaking of, he may as well get the story behind that.

“Hey, why do you lot go by seven deadly sins? Neither Grian nor Pearl mentioned when they left the Evolutionist.” Martyn asks. There’s a beat of near silence. The waves eating any noise from beyond them.

“Well we were already being called demons, just decided to go all in.” Scar says, his tone flat before picking up again as he continued, “Was worth it though, absolutely! Turns out folks either call us mad or think the name is true, either way we’re feared enough it hardly ever comes down to a fight.”

“Makes sense I guess.” Martyn says, picking up another pistol. They had four more to go, then their job for the night was done. They were gotten through in silence.

Martyn let the folks dealing with the black powder below deck know the pistols were all set, and found a place by the railing to sit and watch the ocean rush against the ship. Waves being cut through by boats anchored side by side. The moon was just starting to show on the water, the last dregs of sunlight fading from the sky.

[slashingdisneypasta]

If you want I'd love a part two for the sheriff!bickerman story with smut possibly!

IT WAS SO GOOD LOVE YOUR JIM CONTENT IT GIVES ME LIFE

YOU LOVE MY JIM STUFF?? I love y o u! ^^ *hugs*

I don't usually take requests, but um... I'm very biased with Jim XD Especially Sheriff Jim; that was so much fun to write XD I hope you like it and come back to talk about him with me! ^^

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Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Jim's away on a work trip to a neighbouring county station, sent by (Chief of Police) Reba, because he's driving her up a wall, and you miss him. Its been almost a month now, and you're about ready to promise him anything if he'll just come back.

And- the good thing about Jim? He'll totally blow of work for the right price.

Warnings: (Large) Age difference relationship (25/60's), sexual references, TWO (1) 'daddy' mentions (Dont blame me, he starts it himself. I don't control him. Says the fic writer), and a uhhhhhHHHH little fingering at the end... vaguely edited.

*reader takes a university class and that's where they know Owen from.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @obscureother and @slxsherwriter .

After the thing at the party Owen couldn't let it go and pretty much immediately went bawling to Reba, the chief of police. He made it sound like Jim almost killed him (Which... okay yeah, was true.), for no good reason of course (Not at All), because he's a crazy senile old poacher and shouldn't be on the force, blah blah blah. Reba thankfully didn't fire Jim, but she had to do something; So she sent him away to do some light research in another county. Some woman's adult daughter was still 'missing' (You think her name was Daphne) and she figured it might kill two birds with one stone sending him away to confer with the officers over there. Make the mama happy, stop Owen bothering her about this, and get Jim out of her hair.

Reba was jazzed with the outcome and Owen was appeased and very annoyingly smug in classes, but Jim sure as hell wasn't. And neither were you, spending your nights alone now house-sitting for your booted cowboy.

And its been a month, now.

A month since you saw him. And you miss him. You talk on the phone (because, thank god, being sheriff forced him to keep one finally), and that's nice, but it's not the same. At this point, you're struggling to focus in class. As soon as you look to the front where your teacher stands droning on, your mind starts to wander.

You're about to take out your phone and text him (he doesn't text but he always takes the next oppertunity to leave you a voice message), when Owen comes into class late and drops into the seat beside yours. Immediately your eyes roll upwards out of annoyance, and you put away your phone so he doesn't see. It's not like Jim's contact is his name, you aren't that dumb-- but you'd rather Owen didn't know you were seeing anyone anyway. He'll just bother you about it.

The bastard.

"Hey," He whispers, leaning over the arm of his chair and too-close to you despite you clearly shifting away from him and his hit breath. "What did I miss??"

Rolling your eyes where he can't see, you give a sigh. At the time, you really didn't think he would drug you or hurt you. He's just annoying- not an idiot. But after the fact, you keep wondering.

You can't help but think about how determined he was. That was wierd. And you didn't even ask for that drink-- he just went ahead and made it for you. In fact he had it for you before you even saw him or approached him. He had been waiting.

... whether your suspicions were founded or not though, you were still irritated by him these days. If only for sending Jim away and being obnoxious about it.

"Listen now so you don't miss anything else, hm?" You whisper back, a heavy dash of finality in your voice. Forcing him with your tone to back up. Stop breathing on you.

Luckily it works, and you spend the next 10 minutes uncomfortable he's even next to you. The main thing on your mind, though, is Jim.

Look, you're not usually the kind of person to lose sense, or get all wrung out, over a man- in fact, some space can be good. You can't deal with someone every second of the day. You cant deal with Jim every second of the day, he's crazy. But goddamnit! It's been a month since you so much as saw him!!

You miss him.

Another few minutes of lessons in the background of your mind and wondering about the length and craziness of Jim's beard after a month at the forefront of your mind. Your thoughts are wandering further and further away from class again, until you finally give up and grab your phone.

"Hey." Owen pipes up again, whispering so harshly at you so you jump out of surprise.

"What??"

"Where are you going?? Can I come?"

"Going to the bathroom. No."

"How do I know you're not just leaving me here??" He smirks, and you feel your stomach roll over inside you.

With a glare, you just roll your eyes and try to leave again. You are not doing banter with this guy-

"Wait, hey. I wanted to ask you. You noticed old 'Sheriff' Bickerman's still a no-show lately??" You stop moving, plopping back down in your seat. Slowly you turn your head to look at Owen, deadpanned. He cannot be serious. "Yeah? Heh. Wanted to ask you since you volunteer at the station sometimes, an' if you still haven't seen him, then he's gotta still be off on probation. Damn straight, right?"

You think your eyes are going to roll all the way into the back of your skull. Somehow though, your whisper remains calm; no hint of ferocity in the undertones. "Reba didn't send him on probation, Owen. He's doing work."

"Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to."

You sigh. Roll your eyes and resist the urge to curse at him. Tuck your phone into your jeans pocket. And leave the auditorium bathroom-bound.

"Obnoxious, smug, twisted little weasel." You mutter, shaking your head and pulling out your phone as you turn into the bathroom.

You: How's it going? Miss you, you old fart. Cant focus.

"Hm." You hum, pressing send and leaning back on the stall wall; not expecting a responce immediately but needing a break from Owen, anyhow. So you might as well actually go to the bathroom. You're about to do just that, when to your surprise your phone lights up with a call and the sound of your ringtone fills the small bathroom. Loudly. While you answer and put the device to your ear, you simultaneously close the main door and lock it. "Hey! Stranger."

"Thinkin about this old bastard, huh sweetcheeks?"

Sweetcheeks of all pet names- is not your favourite. Usually when he calls you that you feel like cringing but right now you can just grin at the sound of his voice. Shit. "Mhmm... you look any different?" You're sure he can hear it in your voice, but that's okay because you can hear the smirk in his.

"Yeah actually, honey. Well, I got purple hair now. And also, a tattoo. Big ass singin bass on my back. "

"Oh, hot." You grin, chuckle, and shake your head. "Can't wait to see."

"You just wait, sugar."

"That's three petnames in under 2 minutes, Mr Bickerman. You miss me or something??"

"Something like that, yeah," In your head you see the smirk turn into a genuine grin when his voice gets soft and FUCK- you want him home. You want him home now.

Sighing, you bump your shoulder into the door and lean there, dropping your temple against the surface too. A frown wriggles across your face. When Jim speaks again, a grimace and a cold edge have creeped into his voice. "So. What's that little weasel been up to?... dancing in circles that I'm still gone?"

The exact same tone takes residence in your voice, too. "Yeah, pretty much. He's next to me in class today, hence why I'm hiding in the bathroom now."

"You're hiding in the bathroom??"

"He sat too close to me, I could feel his gross hot breath on the side of my face when he talked to me- and he was asking about you, too. I needed a break."

At this, Jim just groans and you feel like you can see the eyeroll from miles and miles away.

After a few moments, you lighten the tone in your voice a tiny bit. And ask about work. "... any news on the daughter?" Have you found her? Can you come back soon?

"Nope. Pretty sure she was never even here," Of course not. "but now Reba's got me helpin' 'em out with their damn store room. ... Have a feeling she's tryin' t' keep me away. Cant think why." The tone of sarcasm seeps out of the phone like gasoline, primed for a match.

You huff. Shake your head. "... fuck her." Enough!

Immediately a surprised laugh, full of disbelief rings out through the receiver. " -what was that now??"

"Come home, Jim. I don't care anymore." Really, you really don't. "Do you?? You know what- if you come home to me today, you can tell whoever you want about me." You say, and really mean it. You're tired of sneaking around. Its not fun anymore. You're - so - over it. Lowering your voice, you close your eyes. "... I don't care. Just come home."

A mechanical rumble plays on the other end of the phone, causing you to knit your eyebrows together. Confused. "-Hear that?"

"Hm? What is it???"

"Thats the truck. I'm on my way. All you had to do was ask, sweetheart, but I do appreciate the permission to tell everyone I know I'm havin' a side of fresh meat every night~ "

"Oh, god." Thats terrible!! Not all the distance and the missing him in the world will stop you from cringing over that- But then you smile, straightening up; every cell in your body buzzing at the prospect of seeing him in a few hours, anyway. "But hurry up." -Wait, he'll take that too seriously- "Drive safe!, though."

"Err, aint I always safe??"

"Oh yeah, Jim O-H-and-S Bickerman; thats you." He chuckles at that. "See you soon." With a final, insurmountable smile, you shake your head and hang up.

~

When you get back to the auditorium, the professor's gone quiet- letting everyone finish some private study for a bit. You grab your bag, foreseeing absolutely zero chance of getting any work done for the rest of the day, and turn to leave and wait at Jim's place- when a clammy hand grips your wrist and pulls you back. And suddenly, ice fills up your veins. "Hey! Where are you going now, huh??"

The smile wipes clean off your face. "Owen, let go."

"Not until you tell me where you're going, sweetheart." The smirk on his face ignites a fire in you, and not the good kind. A scowl and some dark clouds wander across your face. Sweetheart???!

"Owen, let me go." With that, you twist your wrist and disentangle your limb from his grip. Then get an idea, pulling your book bag over your head, lowering your voice. "For your information- Jim's coming home today and I'm going to meet him. I think you know who that is, I don't need to spell it out for you." Carefully, you slip your hair out from under the strap of your bag. "So congratulations, you were right- but lets get one thing straight here." Your voice turns to venom, a terrible glare in your eyes when you glance at Owen; looking pale. "We weren't fucking. But then you sent him away for a month, so who knows now? Chew on that."

With a final glower at the guy, one you learnt from the scariest person you know, you turn and leave the auditorium without another word.

~

By the time he got back to his house, for the first time in a month, its past 11 at night (Goddamn traffic. Felt like every damn intersection had construction bein' done. And everyone, and their grandma, needed to cross 'em right then.) So when he finally fits the key into the lock and slips inside, clicking the door closed behind himself, you're curled up on the old couch with the TV playing some bad snake flick on Netflix- asleep.

Jim doesn't even bother to take off his rain-drenched jacket before coming up on the couch and sitting down next to you- after all, maybe he'll let his sweetie pie do that part, he figures with a big grin. After switching off the TV with the remote he's able to finagle gently out of your grasp without waking you up (His darlin's so sleepy. Almost a shame to wake 'em up. Almost.), he curls a strand of your hair around a finger and tugs a couple times. "Wakey wakey~ "

You wake up pretty easily, having only been dozing (You were trying SO. HARD. to stay awake!!), you open your eyes just a crack- then open them wide and sit up as you come back to reality and realise He's Back. "-Oh! Shoot- I fell asleep?? Um- " You look around, giving a sniff and rubbing your eyes. "Um... house sitting went well?? You don't have any plants to keep alive, but uh- I managed to reset some of the traps outside, an- " What are you saying??

Thank god Jim stops you from waffling any further, because jesus christ. "Real happy to hear that, sugar, but d'ya know what I'm really wantin' to hear now??"

"... " you try to keep a straight face, but you know what's coming. A hesitant grin spreads across your face. "Oh lord, what?"

That sleazy grin you missed spreads slowly across his face. "How much you missed me."

Immediately you scoff, shaking your head, even with the grin. "-Oh I think you heard plenty of that already, sheriff." Casually, like it hadn't been a month since you so much as saw this man, you crawl over into Jim's lap and ring your arms up around his neck. "How about how much you missed me, huh old man?"

The growl in his hum is embarrassingly hot to you, and a hundred times better in person- not that you'd ever tell him that. "Hmm... " Seeing you right back where he liked you to be, in his lap rather then in fucken selfies he cant even fold up and keep in his pocket, made being home again Official. And gave him all kindsa ideas, too. "How about I show ya?"

... -For a moment you hesitate, frozen in place. Because you're not a dummy. Because you know what older men want with younger women. And because you are not deluded into thinking that Jim Bickerman is any better.

But god do you like him. And you weren't lying when you told Owen things had changed in a month- namely your power to resist.

And you think he likes you, too.

Hmm. "How... um," You clear your throat, skin hot. "how about you drive me to the ice cream place- the one open late on the highway?? You, uh, you could show me that way?"

Immediately Jim grins and gives a nod. "Sure, sweetheart. Just lemme get a dryer jacket. Meetcha at the truck, huh?- "

His face didn't even fall a bit when you suggested ice cream instead of sex. "Oh for fucks sake." You don't move an inch from his lap, despite the cold rain off his - yes, indeed, soaked jacket, - dampening your clothes and seeping into your skin. He likes you, he likes you, he likes you. Instead, you draw him down and kiss him.

The kiss becomes heated fast- 6 months with a person you really like without fucking it out plus an extra month without them at all, will do that to two people you'll find.

He pulls back first- but not by much. You can feel his breath on your lips as you open your eyes a crack- then open them fully at the shit eating grin on his face. "Now, darlin', I promise, I'll be gentle with ya. Alright?"

With a snort, you prod him in the forehead- gently. "Who says I've never done this before, huh?? You think that just because I haven't done it with you?"

With a scrunched up nose and a grimace-grin, he nods. "Well- Uhuh."

You would be annoyed at him, but you cant. Not right now, comfortably strewn over his lap, his hat askew tilted up and within kissing distance. So you try to curb the grin on your face, but its a terrible battle. Really more of a thumb wrestle then anything else. And not a fair one, either- "Oh shut up."

There's a very, dangerously lustful look on the old man's face. Smirk and all. You don't know exactly how long its been since he got any action, but by the looks of THAT- that look pawing at you, wandering all over you; inappropriate and wicked and perverted, inspiring hot shame, - it has to have been a while. "... Lemme get ya all warmed up, huh?"

Clearing your throat, you find yourself tucking hair behind your ear, feeling a little awkward and nervous, and young, being on top of him right now. Being looked at like That. Like exactly what he said before; fresh meat. Like a naked woman at a club, or out of a magazine, a bad video, a really good dream- Like he's starving and you're a four course meal. Except the growl in Jim's voice isn't coming from his stomach, its coming from the very back of his throat. "What do you me- Oh."

What he means becomes abundantly clear when he shows his teeth in the smirk suddenly like a big bad wolf baring his fangs, and undoes the button on your jeans. With his eagerness he doesn't bother pulling down the zip, it comes apart on its own when he digs his hand in between the seam and your very thin underwear. He doesn't bother to tease here, either- getting a good feel of you and making you choke on a gasp (or a moan?? It was a little bit of both.) with his boldness. You cover your mouth to muffle the sound, surprised at both him for suddenly touching you after all this time, and yourself for making tHAT EMBARRASSING, DESPERATE SOUND-

You should not have liked that so much. You should not be so turned on already.

Oh shit.

What the fuck with this man.

Jim chuckles at you. "Now now, sugar, don't be like that." He teases, still with that wolfish grin. "No hidin' from ol' Jimmy, hm?"

Carefully you pull your hand away from your mouth, but only halfway. Its hard to speak with the mans hand still under your throbbing cunt and seeing the absolute glee in his eyes showing his cards- he's absolutely loving every second of it; Having his cute lil sweethearts no doubt even sweeter pussy right in the palm of his hand hot and leaking and ready to go. "But- "

"Uh uh, no but's. Hand down. Now." The growl in his voice again, the steel in his expression, his forces you to do what you're told. Transferring both your hands to his still rain-damp shoulders, rolling your eyes.

"Damn, yes sir."

... there's no secret he loves that cute 'sir' business, but he sees directly through your fake bravado and gives a taunting grin instead of praising the shit out of you for it, rolling his pointer finger over your clit. Immediately your face drops, your jaw falling because it feels so good. You can see building up a gentle orgasm from this alone and he hasn't even directly touched you yet.

Your brain foggy, you manage to think to yourself who even knew that Jim Bickerman knew where the fucking clitoris was!? That was not... that was not on... not on your bingo card... Without thinking, you'd begun slowly rolling your hips with the feeling; eyes closed, the leather of his jacket pinched under your fingers, his most wicked grin watching you look so damn pretty in his lap; lettin' him touch you like this. Damn, what a good girl.

When he creeps his hand under the waistband of your underwear finally, coating his fingertips in your dripping slick, you almost snap a hand over your mouth; that embarrassing noise breaking free again. But instead you remember what he said immediately, his voice that you love so much echoing in your head like you're a well trained animal. Instead you lower your face into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around neck, hiding in his wet jacket that still smells of campfire smoke from his hunting days, and fresh rain.

He doesn't seem to mind the loophole, too focused on the feeling of his fingers disappearing inside a pretty girl once again; a sleazy grin on his mouth. That never gets old.

He seems to not mind also because you slip your hand into the kinky grey hair at the back of his head, knot your fingers in and gently squeezing at the sensation of being filled up so nicely. When he lets out a groan, you give a wicked grin of your own, buried against his shoulder. He likes his hair pulled; hmmm, you can work with that.

Another slow, gentle pull along with his languid thrusts (Just enjoying himself) and Jim has to break the peaceful silence, making you giggle.

"Careful there, pumpkin. Fuck with daddy too hard and I'll show ya who's really the boss 'ere."

A big grin teasing on your face, you rise and sit up straight, looking cheeky at him. There's silent laughter in your grin, even with the loveliest orgasm building up high in the pit on your stomach. So close. The knot so tight. Made tighter looking at him again; the glimpse of his hand in your jeans, or at least his wrist disappearing. "Oh go ahead, daddy, show me then."

"Don't you worry, I will."

As if just to prove to you he's got a million and one tricks up his sleeve to show you now, he takes that opportunity to, while you're looking right at him in the face so he can see the change in your eyes, take his thumb to your clit again and abuse it- breaking you in an instant, turning that sweet leisurely orgasm into an explosive climax instead that wipes the grin right off your face.

"... there. That what you were askin' for, sweetheart?"

The after waves ripple through you and a, admittedly, dumb smile flickers across your heated face. You run a hand through your hair, while he slips his hand out of your pants and gives an appreciative smile to the wetness all over his fingers. He gives you a peace sign and a cute, dumb grin of his own.

You grab his wrist. "... you think you're up for a little more, mr sheriff?"

"... darlin its been 7 months I've been thinkin' about this, what do you think??"

With a snort and a nod, like yeah I know, me too, you lean in and get another kiss from him.

[deaddeerdonoteat]

Get to know your author

I was tagged by @kleenexwoman

1. How many works on Ao3?

9 under my current account.

2. Total Ao3 word count?

Many. Lots.

3. Top 5 five by kudos?

It’s the Hazbin fics, because those are the ones people read. A Roman Holiday, on the other hand, has no kudos, but that’s ok because it’s young and still pretty good.

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Hazbin Hotel, Renfield, and The Afterparty. Maybe others someday.

5. Do you respond to comments?

When I have something to say.

6. Fic with the angstiest ending?

It was going to be The Pictures Came and Broke Your Heart, and maybe someday I’ll make that happen.

7. Fic with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhhhhhh most of them haven’t ended. No spoilies!!! Two Shots is happy, or at least the second chapter is. It’s my attempt at showing what Yasper could have been if he’d allowed himself to have a real life.

8. Do you get hate?

So far, no.

9. Do you write smut?

I write about sex, because sex is part of most adult lives and relationships. Some of it is sexy, I guess, but sometimes it’s weird or off-putting or routine, and that’s ok. Sex isn’t always about being hot for an audience.

10. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not under this name.

11. All time favorite ship?

Idk. My partner described my stories thusly:

So like, if there’s a too-intense homoerotic codependenceship happening, I’m here for it.

12. WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Never say never.

13. Writing strengths?

Observation. Mimicry. What would we call this more generally… character? Some readers may not think I imitate the characters from the show or movie particularly well, and I think that’s true. But I’m not necessarily trying to do that. I’m trying to imitate real people as much as possible. Sometimes this shit runs away from us and takes on a life of its own.

14. Writing weaknesses?

Everything else lol.

15. What are you working on that you haven’t posted any of?

I added this question so I could talk about my WIPs that haven’t really seen daylight. I have a Renfield fic that’s meant to be a follow up to It Runs in the Family (plot summary: life is hard and they are both pretty fucked up.) I have an Afterparty Covid AU that I haven’t touched in a while but that still pleases me. I have yet another Brett/Xavier/Yasper threesome that jumpstarts Brett’s adventures in dating men. And I have an original novella about an ex-con who gets involved with a man in an abusive relationship.

I have a lot of things.

I don’t know who to tag unless @yasperapologist wants to take a crack at it.

[emeraldelysium]

i dont even know what your fandoms are CALLED thats how dire the situation is. what are you into

oh dear. i like too many things. uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. well i do tag everything or most things! so you can look there. or you can just point something out and go " Whats that" . but lemme give you a little rundown (under da cut)

okay well for starters my blog is themed around xenoblade chronicles 2 ! which is a crazy jrpg in a series of crazy jrpgs. mythra is my favorite she basically has DID (created a whole other self cuz Trauma) and is crazy suicidal and the whole game is about taking her to heaven so she can beg god to kill her ^_^

uhmm i also post a lot about : -speakign of video games . Guilty gear is a series of fighting games! there's a lot of like incomprehensible lore that i don't know very well but elphelt (former evil clone obsessed with love who is now leading a metal band) testament (also formerly evil nonbinary goth with a million hobbies) are my favorites :3 - jreg obviously. you know this. i dont think other people know. but you do so it doesnt matter. anyway other youtubery people i like are vlogbrothers (john and hank green make videos talking to each other back and forth and theyve been doing this for like 20 years). also i've been mentioning astryuuna recently. she is a 16 year old psychotic (<- descriptive word, she speaks about her hallucinations in a lot of her vids) fujoshi girl who really likes yaoi and her and jreg are spiritually connected. to me. i just like her videos for some reason. i also really like jon bois who does youtube stuff with secret base, a lot of it is sports but he does these FANTASTIC documentaries and also writes speculative fiction stuff - marble hornets! its a web series & (kinda) ARG about slenderman! (who is called the operator. different entity. but it is also slenderman) - uh. power rangers i guess also? most of the things i am into i can be like. yeah this is a good thing! power rangers samurai is not good. i am however quite attached to it. power rangers in general is an americanized adaptation of the tokusatsu franchise (live action w/ lots of practical fx) super sentai. the basic plot of every season is that a bunch of teenagers get recruited to become color coded superheroes that fight monsters and aliens and stuff with giant robots. samurai is like waht if everything was japanese but the leader was the whitest boy youve ever seen. that's jayden he's the red ranger and he's my favorite :) - uhhhhhhhhh what else. I like music. well i like everything. BUt i like music a whole lot. my chemical romance is my favorite band ever but la dispute and car seat headrest are/have been releasing new albums this year and im very into those rn! other assorted things: dracula (novel) house of leaves (novel also, i am insane about this book i love it so much) homestuck (webcomic) undertale/deltarune (video games) other things that im probably missing .................. !?

[spidermanspleenless]

Get to know your mutuals

i've been tagged by @perrysglasses :3

what's the origin of your blog title?

in like 2023 i started being active on marauders twitter and i wanted a name to go by online so i chose jamie which was based off of james potter

otp(s) + shipname(s):

johnlock, timber, birdflash, parkner, wolfstar

favorite color:

red

song stuck in your head:

most wanted man by lucy dacus (this whole album has been stuck in my head since it came out)

weirdest habit/trait:

a lot of the time when reading a new book i read the first sentence and then the last sentence and then i read the whole book

hobbies:

reading, journaling, editing, writing

if you work, what's your profession?

i mean i used to work at mcdonalds but i dont anymore

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

museum archivist

something you're good at:

uhh idk ive been told im good at analysis (specifically media analysis)

something you hate:

the sound of markers on paper

something you collect:

funko pops!!

something you forget:

where i put any of my electronics once i've put them down

what's your love language?

gift giving + physical touch

favorite movie/show:

movie: the breakfast club

show: changes constantly but right now it's young justice

favorite food:

any variation of chicken and rice pretty much

favorite animal:

hedgehog or spotted deer

what were you like as a child:

lonely and annoying

favorite subject at school:

english

least favorite subject:

math

what's your best character trait?

loyal

what's your worst character trait?

lack of volume control

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

uhhhhhhhhh the college i'm currently attending

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

jeff buckley

im tagging @arandomao3user !

[apopcornkernel]

thank u @lisascumslut78 for the tag <33

tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

last song: kalachuchi by munimuni! OHHH BUWAN NG MAYOOOO

currently watching: nothing hdfkjg im not good at watching things

three ships: right now it has to be the jli 3,,, blue & gold, fire & ice (ft. guy, me and my girlfriend and my girlfriend's boyfriend yk), and ofc j'onn/max <3

favorite color: ALSO PURPLE!!!!

currently consuming: jli comics,, it's a little obvious from the state of my blog shfjhfdkfg

first ship: first real ship that made me actually search the internet for content was,, artemis fowl and holly short 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

relationship status: single 😔

last movie: uhhhhhhhhh. i genuinely don't know. it might have been rewind???

currently working on: okay i havent actually touched writing in quite a bit but this is the most recent one i've edited - jingfu propaganda movement au!!

a'ge ("ah geh" like "get" without the "t") is hokkien for a'xuan 阿玄

kieng goan ("kyung", the "k" is more "g"-like, the "un" is like "uncle"; "gwan", swan but with the "g" from "get") is hokkien for jing yuan

“Get on that boat already,” Fu Xuan complains, pushing him forward. In doing so she loses her grip on the umbrella, and it hits him on the shoulder, and he’s laughing so hard that he can almost ignore the heat and sweat collecting beneath his barong. “Now that I won’t miss,” Jing Yuan says. He stoops to retrieve the still-open umbrella, then offers it back to her. “You never know what you have until it’s gone,” Fu Xuan says, primly accepting it. Her fingers close atop his, sun-warm. He looks at her. He dares not remove his hand from beneath hers. The frisson of doubt returns. “A’ge,” he says. A long, low whistle. Fu Xuan tilts her head. “That’s you.” Jing Yuan exhales. “So it is indeed.” “I’ll write,” Fu Xuan offers, when he makes no move to leave. He nods. “And Mimi…” “I’ve promised not to sell her.” Jing Yuan laughs, but it peters out quickly. “A’ge, really. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” “We’ve talked this over a million times.” And she clasps her other hand around the umbrella’s handle, so that both of her hands enclose his. “Go, Kieng Goan. I have everything taken care of.” Jing Yuan nods again, and blinks back the tears pricking in his eyes. Reluctantly, he extricates his fingers from hers, picks up his trunk, and bids her goodbye.

tagging @sapphyreblayze @an-android-child @theladyfae @queer-cosette anyone who sees this and wants to!!

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Sam

First Impression

Little bastard man. I remember thinking "he's probably unfathomably horny." because look at him. Look at all his problems.

Impression now

wet pathetic puppycat all alone in his cardboard box waiting to be told how very good he is for putting up with the rain he could easily avoid by just going inside.

Favorite Moment

He cannibalized his own fucking arm. Whats wrong with him. Why was that his response to his situation. Is he going to do that every time he gets stressed out and anxious and out of control. YOU CAN GET A LOT OF CHARACTER FROM THIS BULLSHIT. (he said the Egg forced him to do it but I do not for one second believe it said "eat yourself." He did that shit on his own.)

Idea for a story

hahahahahaha. I have a lot of ideas. Many of which you have been forced to bear witness to. If I had to choose something that wasn't already put on this blog though uhhhhhhh alternate universe where Sam refused to let Quackity torture Dream, and any torture that happened was from Sam alone. Or a mass effect crossover where Dream is a Quarian and Sam is a Turian, because I think they could be filled with problems. Or a fun fantasy universe where Sam is a righteous paladin who needs to get fucked senseless by the evil overlord (Dream) he's been trying to slay. Or-

Unpopular Opinion

uhhhhhhhhh writing him only as an abusive domineering asshole who goes Grrr Grrr is really boring and is done to death. Put that guy into some situations, make him be whiny and pathetic. Make him super subby and actually secretly want Dream to dom him. Make him whimper and cry and beg Dream to let Sam fuck him. Make him soft and sweet and have him work through his control issues and be forced to reckon with what he's done and then get better. I want to pull up the Sam/Dream tag and scroll down and see something that isnt "non/con torture abuse Dream isn't even a character he's just a punching bag"

I don't actually know if that's an unpopular opinion I just really want content

Favorite relationship

Sam/Dream, or Sam/Dream/Punz. Sam/Punz is also very good but I don't want to have them Without A Dream because I am Normal. I think Drunz can rewire his brain. They can fix him, they can make him worse. They can fuck him into oblivion. Listen to me.

Favorite Headcanon

He has OCD/OCPD. This started with my friend who has OCD going "yesyesyseyes he experiences Symptoms" but now its just kind of permanently etched into my brain. Of course he needs to do certain things to consider himself a Good Person. Of Course he has Rules that Must Be Followed. Of course he needs routine and schedules and gets anxious when things are Wrong. He's just a little guy.

[jenevawashere]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats: how about no

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  I wanted Wanda Maximoff in the X-men movies. I had a vision for it and I might revisit it someday...

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6mwovYLQUxzDlP3bR1L5GS?si=baa885e9c42c4fc9

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? seven. It has become more enjoyably as my writing style has changed. I edit as I go because I write in chunks, then go back and edit when I hit a metaphorical wall.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis: ok! good luck decoding this shit: 📍🛑🔩👁️🍫

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? none of them are on here that I know of but Q and S. Maybe G depending on who...

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love: I have a whole list. So instead, here's a shit ton of my bookmarks. https://archiveofourown.org/users/FriendofthePhoenix1234/bookmarks

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  5 in the main

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis: How do you tag on here? Seriously, not a joke I have yet to learn that skill.

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? Original or existing characters.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before: I'm allergic to watermelon. No idea how the fuck that is possible but it happens.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? Short answer? Life. Long answer? Also life. And procrastination.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings: uhhhhhhhhh NEXT!

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? shit if I know. Just hang out and say hi every once in a while. If we share fandoms, then cool! *shrugs in idk*

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now: finally having a job, a few projects to switch through, and my cat.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? fic notes. See previous wip related question to try and figure that out

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character: I'm gonna have to come back to this one. Brain overloaded when this question came up

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? recently? (more on a personal level in terms of weirdness) a bunch of information on science related topics. I was the arts kid in a stem class so you can imagine how weird searching for that stuff is.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on: "Be the kool aid man."

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? My doctor who fics and literally anyone else that isn't me and has a much better understanding of the whoniverse.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity: there's no advice from me. It happens, sometimes for months on end and it sucks.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh: Oh boy! We have another list! "Burn it. Burn the jacket." "A fire? At the sea parks?!" "Hamburger (the H is silent in this context)" "Surprise harmonica" and I'm going to stop listing things now...

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? ANY! Seriously, even if it's a single emoji, please say something. Kudos can only do so much, and that's assuming I count them.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate: I just spent a good five minutes trying to remember what character I hate. I think I've blocked them out in all honesty.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? I have the memory of a goldfish, you expect me to remember that?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately: I hate Hate HATE gathering basting stitches SO MUCH 

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? Music.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing: what you think is bad, someone else will think is good. What you think is good, someone else will think is bad.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? depends on a lot of factors here. Need more specifics.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here: *panics* Have 58 instead! *awkward jazz hands*

Lars had forgotten his keys at work. He had made it all the way to the door before he realized he couldn’t get into his flat - apartment according to Americans. He still called it the “wrong thing,” no matter how many times he was corrected. 

“Of fucking course.” He rolled his eyes as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? X-men fan. Jean Grey is a favorite. That's where all the Phoenix stuff in my original username came from. The one on here is a pseudonym.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them: I ask again. HOW DOES ONE TAG?

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them: Cat and no. You don't deserve picture of my baby floof.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it: ...am I allowed to say a whole book? If yes, then the Scarland Art Book that was literally just announced.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Stuff I don't like.

[exrocist]

tag game: 3 books, 3 movies, and 3 songs

that changed your life or you just love.

Tagged by @zhabk4, thank youuu U__U <333 I don't usually do these (though it always makes me happy to get tagged!) but I was like. nnrrghhh must talk about Earthsea. soo.

(lots of rambling below the cut little bit embarrassed!!!!)

Books:

The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. Le Guin ; Nothing I say about this book (this series!) can do it justice honestly everyone on the Earth should read Earthsea. like really really read it patiently and intensely and with a savor because you will never encounter reality so closely and clearly ever again. everything about it is real to me but this book particularly struck me just because. well. lebannen. a force undeniable. I didn't know I was capable of loving so deeply and profoundly until I knew him. he is the best. I love you Lebannen 💥💥💥 I love everything about these books honestly. immense grace aside that shit also inspired perhaps the most intense and creatively demanding period of my life & broke down a lot of the mental partitions that I had constructed around what my hands are capable of. And I am still really bobbing through the wake of even now. Hopefully more marvelous things to come. There is much more strength to be drawn from this place yet if I can stomach it. sighs.

Death with Interruptions by José Saramago ; My words are failing me here but like. Saramago's voice and style have become real fixtures for me. I need to read a Saramago at least once every few months or my life loses its musicality. This is where I started with him so it gets to be on the list but Cain is also a great one for many many many more reasons that would be toooo much talking. for me to post.

I feel like by law I have to put Plato's Republic here which like. honestly not the most philosophically valuable work or even my drug of choice these days but was a thirteen year old's first inquest into the field that would become his only scholastic passion. so ! (He didn't even know he would have to read it seven times during his undergrad 😭) but if we want another novel to put here maybe We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver (mostly because of one sequence but also Shriver's great at writing in the voice of wry & cerebral women whose sentimentality is kind of shielded by their overt insight it gives them real internal lushness).

Honorable mention also to Isaac Asimov's I, Robot and subsequent novels of Asimov's future chronology which are currently fucking me up beyond measure. My recommendation here is read I, Robot (Or The Complete Robot!) and maaaybe Caves of Steel (tightly written marvel with only forgivable weaknesses of unprobed psychologies) and then stop. Just don't keep going okay. I've also had um Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore still swimming around in my mind despite having finished it a good while ago.

Movies:

Uhhh I don't w.atch. errr. Movies I can think of that I've watched just at all of my own volition: Raw (2016). good experience but didn't move me hugely taboo-pushing which is awesome conceptually but not in the right ways for me idk. not a bad movie at all though definitely some kind of stupid elements at play as well.

Uhhhhhhhhh.

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Songs

Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats ; I know I know I'm sorry I'm so trite and pedestrian but like. song with a non-negligible influence on me NOT killing myself <3

Wait List - All Get Out ; song with a non-negligible influence on me actively killisdukydhkuhldfhuik

I/m Not Here [missing face] - The Twilight Sad ; idk is this even a song I could live without. could I have the strength to do anything if not for this five minute dronefest. they need to start creating standardized ritual/ecstatic behaviors for the tracks off this album.

Honorable mentions: San Fermin's The Woods (if you were to ask me about artists they would most definitely be very much up there... Mr. Ludwig-Leone's artistry has been cradling me for a very long time), Say Yes to Everything by We Cut Corners (best band ever ever ever!!!), Topography by Civilian, Dump Your Dreams by A.S. Fanning (i love music).

I did badly at this but I think I made up for not having any movies by talking so much elsewhere. ermmm.

Only tagging @twilitfossil (Jesse Pinkman voice) do it bitchhhhhh also @ataliaf but only if you want to n__n <3333

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Ayyyyyyy thanks for the tags! Here's the reveal of my fanfic author life <3

I don't know if the questions are only for AO3 writers or not but since I write on both AO3 and Wattpad I'm gonna include both.

(yes I have a Wattpad account but don't ask for it, this is for your own good)

Q. How many works do you have on AO3?

By the time of this answer, 38 works for 10 fandoms (if you don't count original works then 9). Most of them are oneshots or short stories.

Q. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The top 5 as of now are:

Spin The Wheel - What are we having today? (A Greek mythology oneshot collection)

NSFW Alphabet Challenge (Apollo x Hyacinthus) (Me doing the OTP NSFW Alphabet Challenge for Apollo/Hyacinthus.)

Under the bridal veil (Apollo/Hyacinthus fanfic where they have a sacrificial/arranged marriage.)

Naked Gaze (A gift for a friend, basically Apollo/Hyacinthus having a hot steamy but not too explicit night)

Hyacinthus Appreciation Week (Me doing the Appreciation Week challenge for Hyacinthus)

Q. What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3: Greek mythology, Blood of Zeus, EPIC the Musical, Six the Musical, The Amazing Digital Circus, Among Us, Song of the Sea, Countryhumans, Your Boyfriend. Also a couple of original works if you count them.

On Wattpad: I only write Countryhumans fics on here.

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

Yes, if I can! I promise I see everyone's comments and try to reply to them, but sometimes life stuff get in the way and I forget to and when I remember I feel so bad lmao

But I've made a mental note to not reply to comments that rush me to write or ask me when the next update will be (this mostly happens on Wattpad). It's not that I'm being arrogant, I've been bombarded with these questions so much Ive grown tired and ignored them all together.

Other than that and meaningless hate comments, I do reply to comments!

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhhhhhh it's up for debate.

I have a Countryhumans fic (obscure couple, where one is visiting the other's grave lmao) that has lots of people commenting how they'd cried reading it.

If we're talking Greek mythology fics, which I'm sure most of you here knew me for, it has got to be one of the Apollo/Hyacinthus fics, either:

Fading of Color (inspired by Lore Rekindled fan headcanon where Apollo ruins his own color out of grief) or...

If you had taken another as your bride (Hyacinthus gets married and Apollo is left pining for all eternity)

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

If I'm not beating my characters with the angst club then most of them have happy endings.

Q. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes! Not on AO3, but Wattpad. Years ago someone actually added my fics to a reading list named "Books that don't mean to offend anyone but offended everyone" lmao

But in all seriousness, I write a lot of topics that are unpopular or down right scandalous in my country so I've expected people hating or questioning my belief/ideology (which I have none in the first place). My works are all meant to be leisure reads, but sometimes I can get "serious" with my storytelling that some would mistake that I'm writing a whole anti-government thesis, which I'm not lmao

Q. Do you write smut?

Yes. Shamelessly, in fact.

A fun fact about me is that I'm asexual but write smut so good (in my mother tongue) that people had doubted my asexuality XDD I don't like writing pure carnal pleasure, I need to integrate romance acts to it to really get the sexy time feels good.

Q. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, never did! I just don't want to mix my fandoms together.

I do reference Greek myths as analogies in my Countryhumans fics, but it's more of a writing style than an actual crossover.

Q. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

There are Wattpad writers, who share OTPs with me, borrowed my fics idea. I won't call it stealing or plagiarising, it's clear they're young and influenced by my work or it's just a coincidence.

However, I do have to deal with people reposting my fics onto other websites without my prior knowledge. I don't know how to report them so I just... let them be. I don't write to make money anyways so it doesn't really make a difference.

I don't make a fuss if I found a fic too similar to mine, but I do set a reminder on each of my fic that they're published solely on Wattpad.

Q. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. It's mostly me. I translated my own Wattpad fics and cross-post them on AO3 :D I find it a nice practice for my English.

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

Yes! I once co-ran a fic request book with a small writer team (people commenting their ideas and we execute them into oneshots). But we eventually drifted apart due to life and the book never continued.

I've also co-wrote a longfic with another author, but again, we drifted apart and the book was never finished either.

Q. What's your all-time favourite ship?

My OTPs changed with my fandoms :)))))

I don't have an all-time favorite ship, but I realize my all-time dynamic is Powerful x Freaky (Person A is someone powerful in magic/status maybe even inhuman and Person B is a freaky human whom Person A welcomed in challenging them affectionately)

Q. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope to finish all of my WIPs because I have a personal rule that I'd rather delete the work than let it forever unfinished. I have a TADC fic that's currently on hiatus and am seriously considering deleting it if I never finish it.

Q. What are your writing strengths?

Domestic fluff. I'm an observer at heart and likes to take in the little details in my everyday life and turn it into writing.

I also pride myself in writing characters showing affections to each other, romantically or platonically or familial.

Q. What are your writing weaknesses?

Background description. I can't always image things clearly enough to describe them, so I either need actual visualization to write from or get inspired by other works.

Q. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I used to think it's cool to write dialogues in another language, but now I avoid it. Aside from having to include tangent translations for non-speakers, if you decide to write in a language you don't know, you'll have to wrestle with grammatical and spelling correction to not embarrass yourself in front of people who do speak that language.

However, occasionally using foreign-language words in the RIGHT context and with the RIGHT meaning can give some fancy points. Just don't over do it!

Q. First fandom you wrote fic for?

Creepypasta (all the cringe teenage years coming back to haunt me)

Also fun fact: My very first fic was actually written on a notebook with doodles at the end of each chapter, but I've lost that notebook.

Q. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I can't decide, I love all of my fics equally! Just some more equal than other :))))

Open tag for everyone who wants to join!

Twenty Questions; Writer edition Tagged by: @littlesparklight <333

Q. How many works do you have on AO3? A. 48! Which isn't a lot but it isn't nothing either - I'm quite happy with such a neat number.

Q. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? A. Super varied collection here damn but:

Of Skipping Stones and Unresolved Regrets: An FFXV genfic about Noctis adopting a baby Behemoth lmao

Phoenix: Absolutely insane Kuroko no Basuke AU where the Generation of Miracles were gods about to bring about the apocalypse and the fate of the world rested on the thin, very frail shoulders of Furihata Kouki - it was also my first real shot at a long fic (it failed miserably lmfao)

What Relationship Bring: Legit the first ever fic I posted on ao3 - a Valentines Free! fic about Sousuke being an idiot

Night of the King Vessels: My only real contribution to the Magi/Adventures of Sinbad fandom which is an EnSin rp turned fic

Like the Dawn (I see you): Greek Mythology fic that was supposed to be an nsfw prompt fill but has more become an excuse for me to practice writing Apollo and Hyacinthus at different points in their relationship.

Q. What fandoms do you write for? A. Right now? Greek Mythology (general), Touken Ranbu, Pokemon, Windbreaker and Arknights I guess! I don't post a lot of what I write so I don't have anything for Windbre or Arknights published yet, but at some point, I'll produce something I'm happy enough with to slap it onto my ao3 lol. Though, to be fair, I don't even talk about Windbre publicly at the moment LMFAO

Q. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? A. I read and adore every single comment but I don't reply to all of them, unfortunately. It's a combination of me being easily discouraged and me being very introverted lol. When I'm writing comments, much like when I write anything, I like to have substance in it, so shorter comments often leave me floundering since 'thank you for commenting' often feels inadequate as a response for how much I appreciate the words of encouragement. Then, I'd draft a long comment which makes me feel uncomfortable because writing 14 lines in response to 2 is somewhat embarrassing. So, in the end, I don't end up saying anything =w= Longer and mid length comments are more liable to get replies just because it gives me more to work with and I can actually talk about the work and the person's thoughts without feeling like I'm being too prideful or mouthy.

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? A. On Ao3, probably A Petal Falleth since that's just Hyacinthus being dead as hell but that I've ever published? Back when I wrote Kagepro fic, I published an utterly insane ShinKuroKono fic that ended with Konoha getting hit by a car LMFAO

Q. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? A. Uhh all of them? I pretty much exclusively write sappy dappy, lovey dovey tripe so --

Q. Do you get hate on fics? A. Not anymore! When I was younger I got a TON of hate on my old Free and Persona 4 stuff with the Persona 4 stuff being so bad that I deleted all those works and exited the fandom altogether (though I did keep writing and planning stuff for it privately). A few of the Free comment threads still exist on those old fics too since I don't remember deleting them but Free girlies back in the day were BRUTAL about their ships and dynamics.

Q. Do you write smut? A. All the time. Always. It is unironically one of my favourite things to write. Sex in literature is one of those topics that I'm like, deliriously passionate about and could talk about for hours because I'm always a little bit bitter about its wasted potential. I've experimented a lot with it and my most recent pet project with regards to it has been trying to figure out where the line between erotica and erotic fiction lies (because I no longer necessarily consider them the same thing anymore) as well as trying to see if it's possible to write sex without it being sexy. Yeah, sex can be funny, uncomfortable, angry and all those good things but I'm specifically interested in romantic sex scenes where sex acts are secondary to the feelings underlying them. Like the Dawn deals with a lot of stuff like this where Hyacinthus is concerned but that's also made writing sex from his perspective incredibly interesting for me. Anyway, yeah, I write a lot of sex LMAO

Q. Do you write crossovers? A. I adore crossovers but I don't often post them! I love Pokemon crossover especially, but I'm also a sucker for tkrb and Inuyasha crossovers! Also, I would never write one just because it'd be So Long but Bleach crossovers are some of my favourite things in existence.

Q. Have you ever had a fic stolen? A. I mean, if someone did steal one of my fics, they did a great job of it because I've never heard about it

Q. Have you ever had a fic translated? A. Nope! But I have translated a few of my unpublished stuff to portuguese for practice here and there. I also write in pt from time to time just to keep my skills sharp but again, I never post stuff like that LOL

Q. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A. A couple times! Mostly with Pokemon crossover stuff because me and my friends always go insane with those u.u

Q. What's your all-time favourite ship? A. Well, that's an impossible question to answer. All-time by what metric? If it's in terms of who I like writing for the most, then probably Originshipping - Steven Stone and Wallace from Pokemon RSE/ORAS. I've been writing for the two of them for well over ten years now and they're a profoundly comfortable couple for me but, if the question is more about a general 'what ship do I think represents me best' then probably Apollo/Branchus. The older I get, the more I think of them as the pinnacle of romance in all the ways that fascinate and endear me? A lifetime of waiting and hoping that culminates not in a fast-burning passionate relationship, but in a partnership - a friendship, a mentorship, a coming together. They were everything to each other and spent so much time preoccupied with each other and yet, theirs isn't a flashy, tragic thing that becomes a song. Instead, it's etched into walls, hidden away but eternal, stalwart and immutable - a partnership of the spirit and it makes me incredibly emotional just thinking about such a nameless, profound love <3

Q. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A. Man, all of them? On a more realistic note, Synchroncity | Frequence Illusions. And it's so stupid too, I literally have almost 30k of it written - like, I've completed part two and got a decent way through part 3 but I just don't think I'll ever post it for no reason other than insecurity lmfao. I have a lot I want to write about Sesshomaru and about Inuyasha in general too, it's just that once I get into my head about something, it's very difficult to get out again. Maybe if I rewatch Swords of an Honourable Ruler, I'll get the motivation to finish up that last part and my friend can beat me up until I post it all in one fell swoop, but for now, I feel like no one's interested in this specific brand of Sesshomaru character/relationship study so it feels pretty pointless to put up.

Q. What are your writing strengths? A. Character analysis. Something I've always prided myself on is my ability to breakdown a piece of source material and organise my interpretations of those characters in ways that feel loyal to the source material. I suppose my prose is also a point of pride but that's not really for me to determine anymore LOL

Q. What are your writing weaknesses? A. My kneejerk reaction is to say evoking specific emotions but I have it on good authority that I've gotten quite good at that over the years. Now my biggest writing weakness is my tendency to get too lost in descriptions - I have such specific ideas for how I want scenes and characters to be interpreted that I feel like I don't leave enough room for the reader to engage their imagination with a scene lmao. I think as I regain my confidence in my art, I'll learn to ease up more too, but anything else would have to be attested to by second-hand parties lmao

Q. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? A. Well, it's the same as my opinion on this topic in published fiction - so long as it's elegant and fitting of the style of story being written, go ham. I've seen this kind of thing done successfully a few times - such as fics where the focal point is that a character speaks a different language and their friends are finding out for the first time, or when a character is in distress or overwhelmed and they revert to a more instinctive language but sometimes it's completely unnecessary or doesn't make much sense due to the perspective its written in. I suppose it looks neater if everything is written in one language, but I do so love the diegesis of both the reader and the pov character being equally confused when a character busts out french of something out of nowhere LOL

Q. First fandom you wrote fic for? A. Pokemon! Again, specifically RSE and specifically May/Drew because they are adorable and I was a little Ginger who had not yet been exposed to the concept of homosexuality in any of its forms.

Q. Favourite fic you've ever written? A. A bit of an unsatisfying answer because it's not published but I spend a quite frankly unhealthy amount of time writing out stories associated to my personal Citadel in Touken Ranbu including an Inuyasha crossover that I've rewritten twice now with different squads. I dream of a day where I find the courage to publish some version of this fic because I'm so intensely fond of the relationships, scenarios and research that went into writing it. I'm especially fond of the parallels between Higekiri and Hizamaru's brothership and Sesshomaru and Inuyasha's because there's something so immensely satisfying that comes from presenting Sesshomaru and Inuyasha with a pair of brothers who have hurt each other just as much as they have but are still wholly dedicated to each other because they understand the purpose of their existences. Anyway, I'm really passionate about the Supernatural Society but the chances of me ever doing anything about it are quite slim. Well, not that I really have to do anything anyway - it's still something I treasure immensely with or without other people's opinions on it. I truly wrote it just for me and no one else.

Tagging: @waterlinkedgirl @maelikemaybelline @reawakened-revenant @konu-d @gotstabbedbyapen @firealder2005 and literally anyone else who wants to do this bc it's fun actually <33

[dontfeartherieper]

another life

pairing: Agent 47 x Self-Insert OC

content warnings: brief kidnapping, not really anything else

A/N:  Hello Hitman tags! How are y’all today? I’m new to posting around these parts, but have lurked for quite some time. I haven’t posted my writing in a very, very long time, but wanted to give it a try again! This is the first part in a longer fic about 47 and my self-insert, Tactus, and takes place during the Whittleton Creek mission of Hitman 2. Thank you for reading, fic is under the cut!

The smell of fresh baked cookies wafted its way to Tactus Ouliette's bathroom, and he paused in washing his face to take a good inhale. They were just about done cooling, he figured! He dried his face, then took the time to re-comb his mustache and goatee, not a hair out of place. His fingers lightly ran through his bangs, the rest of his strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a tight bun. Amber eyes looked himself over in the mirror and he decided to go change his shirt before taking the cookies over to Janus's house. He scampered up to his bedroom to search through his closet for something a bit more conservative, for the sake of the old man's sensibilities.

He briefly looked toward his old binder, still hanging in the closet where he'd left it. It had been a month since he'd last felt the need to wear it, this community had been more accepting than he expected for a small town in Vermont, but Janus was new territory. He hadn't spoken to the old man yet, so would it be better to put it on? Just in case?

Tactus thought it over, then pulled out a light blue button-down instead, turning away from the closet. No, he didn't need it, and besides – he was more comfortable this way.

When he returned to the kitchen to check the cookies, he was surprised to see his brother wasn't already helping himself to a few. After he'd gotten them all packaged up in some Tupperware he went to leave through the front door and found Montage sound asleep on the couch. Aha! He tiptoed over, looking down at his twin with a smile, and brushed some of his dyed purple hair out of the way of his nose. Let him nap for a while, he'd wake him when he came home.

Whittleton Creek was as vibrant as ever as Tactus walked down the steps of his porch. It seemed someone was having a barbecue down the street! Maybe he'd go check it out later? Integrating into the community had been rough at first, but the arrival of a pair of French twins had been the most excitement this neighborhood had seen in quite some time. Nevermind the fact that he and his brother had lived in America for almost twenty years now! Janus was the last neighbor he hadn't properly introduced himself to in the months since their arrival. Ironic, being that he was literally their next door neighbor. In truth, he saw befriending the old man as the last step to fully becoming part of the community.

A group of children ran past Tactus, nearly knocking him over on his way next door, but he managed to make it to the front door without dropping his precious baked goods. He barely even got a chance to knock before the door opened, a rather gruff-looking man answering. His eyes flickered past him briefly, seeing other men standing just beyond, and... did one of them have a gun? He was aware that Janus had caretakers coming and going quite often, and he'd seen someone that could have been family staying over sometimes, but a man with a gun?

“Hi, my name is Tactus, I'm your neighbor?” he said nervously, and the gruff man who'd answered the door noticed where he was looking. “I was just bringing over some cookies so I could introduce myself to Mr. Janus. Is... is everything okay?”

The man who'd opened the door looked him over, then looked behind him to make sure no one else was watching. Without a word, he grabbed the front of Tactus's shirt, yanking him inside and slamming the door behind him. Tactus was forced to the ground, the man holding his arm in a painful lock as another one came over to see what the commotion was.

“Who sent you?” the man asked, ignoring his cries of pain.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about!” Tactus replied, looking up in fear at the second man approaching. “I just live next door! Who are you people?! Where's Mr. Janus, he can tell you- I'm his neighbor!”

The second man shook his head. “You're so fuckin' jumpy, man,” he scolded his apparent coworker, “I know what happened to Cassidy has us all on edge, but... ah, whatever. Take him upstairs and throw him in a closet or something. We'll deal with it later.”

Tactus was hauled to his feet, his wrists zip-tied together, and practically dragged upstairs. Why was this happening? Who were these people around Janus? Nausea welled up in his stomach as he was tossed into a closet in a side room, plunged into darkness when the door closed and locked behind him. This had to be a bad dream or something, right?

While he still didn't know exactly what was going on, Tactus could at least hear some of the guards talking outside the door. Someone named Nolan Cassidy was evidently dead, and that had set them on high alert. Great. So because this random other guy died, they thought Tactus was bringing poison cookies to murder his neighbor with?! He got to his knees and leaned his head against the door with a deep frown, trying to listen for more information. Who was Mr. Janus, really? Why did he have such a heavily armed security detail around him? Maybe he would be reasonable and let Tactus go if he just told them all he was trying to do was be a friendly neighbor! That thought did nothing to calm the pounding of his heart in his chest, however.

Minutes ticked by, Tactus straining to hear anything more from the room. One of the guards had left, and he wasn't sure how many were still there. Then, suddenly, he heard a sound almost like someone choking – followed by a soft thud. What was going on out there?! He didn't have to wonder for long. The door to the closet was suddenly pulled open, causing him to fall face first into an extremely nice pair of black dress shoes.

The owner of the shoes looked... puzzled, to say the least. Tactus turned his gaze upward to see a bald man in a finely-tailored suit staring down at him with the most piercing blue eyes he'd ever seen. He was dragging the unconscious body of the remaining guard that had been watching over the closet door! Maybe this guy was here to save him?! Tactus was about to speak when the man hurriedly shoved him back in the closet, dragging the unconscious guard along with.

“Hey, wait a min-” he tried to say, but a gloved hand covered his mouth promptly, and the mystery man shut the closet door behind him. Tactus couldn't help a bit of an embarrassed flush with the way the guy was pinning him down and keeping his mouth covered, starting to struggle when he heard someone else enter the room. The mystery man put a finger to his own lips in a shushing motion.

After a tense few moments, the door to the room opened and closed again. Tactus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the mystery man pulled his hand away, looking down at him with a blank expression. “Who are you?” Tactus asked, “Are you with the police...?”

The man shook his head slowly. “No.” He didn't look like he was going to be all too forthcoming with information. Standing up, he turned to leave, and Tactus sat up in a panic.

“You can't just leave me here!” he said, holding up his bound wrists. “I didn't do anything, I just brought some damn cookies over and they suddenly threw me in here talking about being 'compromised' and-”

Again, his mouth was covered, the mystery man shushing him firmly. “Stay here. I'll come back.” With that, he left as quickly as he'd arrived, leaving Tactus alone with an unconscious guard and a whole lot of questions. He quietly shoved the guard as far back against the wall as he could out of discomfort being near him. At least it was a spacious closet...

It felt like ages passed until the mystery man returned. Tactus honestly thought he might have been forgotten, and when the door opened he let out a startled squeak. “Oh, it's you!” he chirped, getting onto his knees and looking up at the man in the suit. “A-Are you going to get me out of here, now?”

The man in the suit grabbed him by the wrists, pulling him to his feet. “Yes, but you have to follow my instructions exactly.” He pushed Tactus to the side, moving past him to the guard, and began removing his clothes.

“What are you doing?!”

“I need a disguise.”

Tactus watched in fascination as he exchanged his suit for the guard's clothes, even taking his gun and slinging it onto his back. When he was finished, he turned back to the frightened captive, and nodded toward the closet door. “I'll take you outside. Don't speak, just walk with me. You said... you're his neighbor?”

Nodding, he motioned in the direction of his home. “Yes. My house is the one to the right of this one.” He swallowed hard as the mystery man grabbed his shoulders to begin leading him out. Somehow no one seemed to question his identity, one man asking where he was taking the prisoner, but satisfied with the answer that Janus had ordered him disposed of. The thought alone made his blood run cold, and he stumbled over himself as he was taken outside into the garden. They exited through the back gate into the wetlands behind the house, and only then did the mystery man finally stop and cut the zip tie from his wrists. Tactus let out a sigh of relief, thanking him for his help.

The man simply nodded, and escorted him back to his home. “So... who are you?” Tactus asked, unlocking his back door. “That was pretty amazing, what you did... are you with the government or something?”

“Or something,” the man responded, glancing back toward Janus's house. He ushered Tactus inside when the door was open, closing and locking it behind them. “Your neighbor was not who you thought he was.”

Tactus huffed in frustration, rubbing the marks on his wrists. “Understatement of the century! But still... thank you for getting me out of there. I'd call the police, but they wouldn't believe me... and even if they did, they're useless.” He glanced toward the living room, hearing the tell-tale soft snoring of his twin brother. Still napping on the couch, right where he'd left him. “So what's your name, stranger?”

There was a tentative pause before he received a response. “Tobias.” The man looked out a window, seeing movement at Janus's house – and hearing yelling. “Your neighbor was a man with a lot of enemies... and they just found his corpse in his bathroom.” He pulled away from the window, looking back at Tactus with a frown. “Poisoning, it sounds like.”

“Wait- what?” Tactus's eyes widened, his face going pale. “Y-You can't be serious... p-poisoning? But-”

“You will be blamed for it,” Tobias continued, “Cookies, right? You escaped before the body was discovered. Someone is likely on their way over here now to eliminate you.”

Tactus felt like the room was spinning, holding his head with both hands. “S-Slow down, what are you talking about?! I didn't have anything to do with it-! Why would anyone want... you can't be serious!” He put a hand over his mouth, hearing his brother begin to stir in the living room. If anything were to happen to him... he'd never forgive himself. But this was all just a misunderstanding!

Tobias glanced at a family picture on the wall, then toward the living room. “There is no time to slow down. You and your brother are in danger.” He moved quickly to the front door, making sure that it was locked, then turned to see Tactus's twin sitting up on the couch.

Montage yawned, rubbing his eyes, only to jump suddenly when he saw the stranger in his home. “Merde! What's going on?! Who are you!”

Before Tactus could respond, Tobias pulled out a wallet, flashing them both an identification card neither of them recognized. “My name is Tobias Rieper, and I'm with the CIA.” He put the wallet away with a nod toward their neighbor's house. “Your neighbor, Janus, was a former KGB agent I'd been keeping tabs on, with suspected ties to a terrorist organization. Your brother has unfortunately been accused of murdering him with poison. I realize this is a lot to take in, but if you two want to remain alive, you must come with me.”

The twins were stunned into silence. Tactus's panic overwhelmed him, and he quickly ran to the bathroom to vomit, while Montage shakily got to his feet. “You're serious?” he asked, and the look on Tobias's face told him he was deathly serious. “F... Fuck... are we... are we going into witness protection, or s-something? How do I even know you're telling us the t-truth?”

“Right now, we need to get you away from here and safe. It's only a matter of time until they realize where your brother is and come looking for him.” He motioned to the stairs. “You can pack some essentials, but then we have to go. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to look out your back window.”

Montage swallowed hard, moving to the back window of their home and peering out through the blinds. His eyes widened as he saw what appeared to be men with guns in Janus's back yard, one of which was making his way toward their home. He quickly backed away, scrambling to collect his brother from the bathroom. “Tactus! Tactus, we have to go!” he called, putting his hands on his twin's shoulders. “Please, mon frère, we have to go! You can be sick later!”

After he'd had a moment to catch his breath, Tactus stood and followed his brother upstairs. They packed what few things they could into a duffel bag, then returned to Tobias, who was waiting for them in the living room.

“I'll take you to a hotel and call my superiors from there,” the agent said, “Walk with me and act natural. My car isn't far.”

The brothers nodded and followed him out their front door. Tactus locked it behind them, hoping it would be safe until they could get this all sorted out. Tobias took them down the street, where a sleek black car was parked discreetly on the side of the road. They both hesitated to climb inside, looking at each other nervously.

A voice from behind startled them suddenly. “Hey, where are you three going?” a man called, dressed quite similarly to the disguise Tobias was still wearing. “No one's supposed to leave, there's been an emergency.” When he didn't get a response from the three of them, he started getting irritated. “Did you hear me? And who are those two? What's going on here?!”

Tactus panicked, scrambling into the car and pulling Montage after him. Tobias wasted no time in getting in and slamming on the gas, and soon enough, they were tearing down the street. A loud popping noise startled the twins, and Tactus realized it had been the sound of a gunshot, the bullet hitting the car with a metallic clang. “Oh, god, he shot at us?!” Montage gasped out, looking out the rear window at the diminishing shape of the man who'd caught them. “He shot at us! Like- with a gun!”

“What else would you use to shoot at someone?!” Tactus snapped, then sank down in his seat, his hands over his face. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I- I'm going to be sick again.”

Throughout it all, Tobias was supernaturally calm. He didn't speak unless spoken to, and even then, his answers were short and not very helpful. He'd been assigned to keep an eye on Janus, got wind of one of his body guards being murdered, and snuck into Janus's home after seeing a mysterious figure climbing in through a window. The twins were in no state to question it, still trying to recover from the shock of being shot at. Soon enough the car fell into complete silence as Tactus and Montage simply tried to process what had just happened.

By the time they finally stopped at a hotel, the sun was going down. Tobias told them to stay in the car while he made a call. When they were alone, Montage finally reached over to pull his brother into a tight hug.

“I'm so sorry!” he choked out, “You were in danger, and I- I had no idea! I was just asleep while you were trapped in that house, and...”

“Shh... it's okay.” Tactus hugged him in return, stroking his hair gently. “It's not your fault. I know you would have come looking for me if you were awake, and... then we both probably would have been in that closet, eh?”

Montage pulled back, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. “Mhm... but... this Tobias guy... does this seem on the up and up to you?” he looked out the window with a frown, seeing him standing a few paces away and speaking on a cell phone. “It's weird, right? A CIA agent just happened to be keeping an eye on our neighbor the day he dies... and you said he knocked some guy out and stole his clothes? What kind of government suit does that?”

Tactus didn't have a good answer for that. He'd been just going along with everything because he felt he didn't have a choice – being faced with armed men coming to his house to potentially kill him would do that. But now that he had a moment of calm to think, it did strike him as strange. “He showed us his credentials, though,” he said, “M-Maybe we should ask to speak to his superior? I bet they'd be able to provide more information.”

It seemed he wouldn't even have to ask, Tobias returning to the car with his phone in hand. He sat down in the driver's seat again, holding the phone up, and a woman's voice came over the speaker.

“Hello. I apologize, but Agent Rieper did not tell me your names,” she began, sounding a little exasperated. “My name is Agent Burnside, and I am his commanding officer. He has informed me of the situation surrounding Janus and your suspicion in his murder – however, he assures me that you were indisposed at the time of Janus's death. Of course, that won't convince his associates of your innocence.”

Tactus looked relieved to hear from someone else, leaning forward a bit to speak into the phone. “His... associates? You mean those guys in the house with him?”

“Them, and some other, more powerful people that he was in partnership with,” Agent Burnside responded, “Men who operate outside the law. Who won't hesitate to track you down and kill you for what they think you did to Janus. You have unfortunately become the target of people who will spare no expense for revenge.” She paused to let him process that information, then continued. “Agent Rieper will watch over you for now. He is the most familiar with Janus's network of allies, and frankly our most qualified agent to take care of you. If he is with you, you will be safe.”

Montage didn't look convinced, slamming his hand down on the car door. “This is crazy! You expect us to just listen to you? You could be anyone!”

“But they really did try to kill us, frère!” Tactus whimpered, “These people are trying to help!”

Agent Burnside waited a moment, then interjected. “You are right to be suspicious. It is highly unusual, and difficult to believe. I assure you, however, Agent Rieper can verify our identities for you quite easily.” As she spoke, Tobias opened his wallet again, showing them both what appeared to be an official CIA badge. When they'd both had a chance to look, he put it away again. “I will contact you again once I have made arrangements for your transport to a safe location. Until then, I ask that you trust Agent Rieper, and cooperate with him and the local authorities.”

Tobias ended the call, then got out of the car again. He opened the door for Tactus while Montage got out on the other side, motioning toward the hotel. “I'll get us rooms,” he said quietly, “Please come with me. I'd rather not let you out of my sight... just in case.” The hotel was a fair bit more expensive than what Tactus had been expecting, and much to his and Montage's dismay, only one room was available, rather than two. At least it was a room with two beds, but the idea of spending the night with a stranger... their discomfort was obvious.

Regardless, they followed Tobias up to their room, and as soon as he could, Tactus flopped down on one of the beds. He stared up at the ceiling, having had so many anxiety-ridden thoughts that when he finally had the chance to slow down, his mind simply blanked. Montage sat down on the bed next to him, watching Tobias with distrust. “...I guess my bro and I can share a bed,” he said, “This is... really awkward, you know. We don't even know you.”

“I understand.” Tobias sat in a chair in the room's breakfast nook, looking down at his watch. “I would offer to sleep in my car, but that puts me too far away from you in case of emergency.”

Montage's frown deepened. “Do you think they might have followed us or something...?” Tobias simply nodded. “Well... if anything happens, I guess it's better to have you here.”

Tactus pushed himself up, then headed for the room's bathroom. “I'm tired,” he said softly, letting his hair out of its bun. “I'm going to get ready for bed...” He paused in the doorway, looking back at Tobias. “And... thank you again for saving me, Tob... er, Agent Rieper.”

The agent nodded, his expression as blank as ever. “You're welcome.”

[magicandmundane]

Omg hey! Thanks for the tag!

Is writing a hobby or way of life? Hobby, for sure. I have absolutely fantasized about turning the ocs in my head and their vague plot into a book series, but as of rn my way of life is engineering lol, so who knows where the writing will go.

A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? The perfectionist in me is screaming completed manuscript, but I do love the idea of a writing journal and that aesthetic.

Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? Uhhhhh, well these characters live in my head rent free, so definitely them. But the person who actually got me to believe I could write was one of my high school English teachers, one of my favorite teachers ever. He was so encouraging and always kept telling me how much he loved my writing, and he was especially impressed with this final creative writing project that I wrote two hours before the due date and was basically just a Catcher in the Rye fanfic lol

Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? Definitely having them read the first draft *shudders* I’m part of a little a cappella group, so singing in front of people doesn’t really phase me.

Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? Uhhhhhhhhh, not sure 😅

Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? Tumblr and AO3 for the win.

AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 0 words lol, I don’t have an account, which is fine by me. Writing fics isn’t really my thing (I prefer my original works and seriously appreciate what y’all do for the fandom ecosystem), not like I have the time for fic writing 😂

What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? Ohhhhhhh my gosh, I’ve loved pretty much all things Star Wars since I was 11, and The Bad Batch has a chokehold on me in a way no other installment in the universe has ever had. After that I’d say The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini has had a huge impact on me. I love those books so so so much and have since I was 12 or 13, they got me through some really tough times. (The recurring theme here is the hero’s journey lol)

What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? Soooooo idk if this counts, but I’m gonna say it anyway. After a really hard swim season (in which everything turned out almost perfectly in the end) when I was like 15, my coach pulled me in for a hug and said, “Never doubt yourself again.” And I bawled my eyes out lol. It truly was the highest compliment I have ever received because she said so many things in four little words, not the least of which being “you’re too good at this to beat yourself up over it like you do.”

What defines your writing style? Not sure, but I have been told my writing is very eloquent and I do enjoy first person POV.

No pressure tags: @konmaao3 @weirdponytail @jorolle @thatartiststudios999 @thewriterlydragonslayer and anyone who wants to hop on!

20 Questions for 20 Writers (where did the other 10 questions go?)

thank you for the tag @marvel-starwarsfangirl !

Is writing a hobby or way of life?

I would say both. It did start out as a small hobby when I first began writing, but as I started thinking about careers, my college path and choosing a major when applying (no one told me being undeclared was a thing until I found out later), writing is always something that I've enjoyed, and it makes me happy.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?

I'd go with the journal. There's so many notes everywhere in notebooks and documents.

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

I'd say my writing inspiration is all the media I consume and the characters I get invested in. Especially since I started writing my own Star Wars fanfics, I enjoy attempting to step into a character's shoes and try to write as if I was writing a script for them.

4. Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing?

Someone I "idolize" reading my first draft. That would be so awkward more than listening to my low and sometimes cracked-voice singing.

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective?

Maybe sometimes, I'm not entirely sure regarding this question. I can't really think of any instances right now either 😅

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?

I go with both Tumblr and AO3. I mainly post a lot of my stuff here on Tumblr because I feel more connected with everyone, and I post some stuff on AO3.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it?

Total of 28,554 currently. Yeah I guess.

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably?

Movies/shows: All Star Wars movies and shows, Ninjago, Marvel movies and shows

Books: If You Could See the Sun (Ann Liang), the Thrawn novels, the Rogue One novel (I love its expanded perspectives)

Fics: There's a lot lol, but I highly recommend It's Not Over Yet by Merefis18 on AO3. Basically a The Bad Batch S3 before the season aired and in the writer's perspective.

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it?

When people say they feel happy by reading my writing and that they enjoy my work, and when they are intrigued by what I have written. It makes me feel happy and wanting to create more to make others feel happy.

10. What defines your writing style?

I'm not sure, maybe the way I like putting a lot of attention to detail (I get a lot of comments on this from people irl) and how I like to try stepping in a character's shoes (and act like them) when writing dialogue and scenes. It's fun.

no pressure tags: @orion-tyche @magicandmundane @bossboudicca @amalthiaph @iracundiias @ladywren7 @royallykt and anyone else who wants to do this!

[tansyuduri]

@larluce Thank you for the tag and for the rec!!! You are amazing too! I can't believe I'm working on our second collab!!!! 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31! 13 of which are Melin the rest are from YEARS ago.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

297,340

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just Merlin. There is one dragon age fic I MIGHT eventually go back to but merlin for the forseeable future!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Fever Talk

Treat Me Warmly

Better Than Burning Merlin Enchanted (my first colab with Larluce)

Unthinkable All of these are what I tend to stick too for my fics that are below 40K+ Aka a mixture of fluff, Hurt/confort, angst, banter, whump, ETC with a happy ending. The next one would be one of my long fics XD

5. Do you respond to comments?

Consitering how happy they make me! Yes Every one!

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

I'll be honnest with you! It would be in my old fics for the Dragon Age Fandom and not Merlin. I tend toward happy endings for Merlin fics. Likely Forget me not or Good Boy

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

Uhhhhhhhh UHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHH Well Most of my merlin ones have happy endings? If we're going least traumatized Um PERHAPS treat me warmly?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh not really hate but I got this one person commenting on my longfics that Merlin deserves better because arthur would go back to gwen if he could and that they don't like gwen. Like I'm sorry but my Arthur returns series is my love letter to the cannon version of the show in my mind. I'm not going to pretend Arthur never loved Gwen Even if the fic's main paring is Merthur, And even if I belive Gwen would be more likely to love Arthur but stay with the man she remarried (Who she also loved because In my mind she married again to a noble she loved for secrity AND LOVE because I want her to be happy in her life) and knew into old age in the afterlife.

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

I include sex scenes in longfics usually and if asked for a request. I do not think its what I am best at but I do my best!!!

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

NOPE!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I am borning and only speak english but I would never say no to this!

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

with @larluce I'm actualy currently about to do my first edit of our second colab! 14. What’s your all time favourite ship? MERTHUR

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

When I started writing merthur I had a rule that I do not publish any of a fic until I am done with the entire thing. I do have some drafts however One is my version of What happens post cannon during gwen's reign. I Don't think I'll ever finish it because I'm CRAZY about merthur. and having Merthur in a fic helps keep me going with it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I am good at keeping In character, Besides that Dialouge and feelings I think. I like to know my characters deeply and be able to keep them fairly close to their cannon versions. Of course characters have LOTS of cannon versions depending on which time in cannon and how the story affects them. BUT still its somthing I like to focus on

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Problubly having enough decription. I'm NOT a super visual thinker so yeah. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Normally it should be translated or knowlable. Spells are an exeption

19. First fandom you wrote for? Um I was not in any fandom but I wrote a LOTR spoof in elementary school

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh easy. Our Stars Still Shine Together was my first long merlin fic and the first that I wrote after realizing I could write again

@shanastoryteller @shana-rosee @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile @calamity-talvi @247merthur

@saurix5 @groundbreakingdot872

Twenty Questions for Fanfic Writers

Thank you @liviapeleia for the asks <3!!

Tagging longtime frond @breadkween, fabulous runner of @merlinmicrofic @queerofthedagger (thank you!) and reader and writer who's left me lovely comments @achillesuwu. @mythandmagic, Ao3 is down rn so I can't check but if you have any fics yourself, here's an ask game for you! There's no obligation, presh or time limit of course! Also like @liviapeleia said before me, consider yourself tagged if you see this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

265,960

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Merlin. I've written for other fandoms in the past but each of those works have been standalone.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Always His Destiny | Merlin | A true love's kiss, resurrection and golden age AU written for Glompfest 2024.

Like Every Tree Stands On Its Own | Merlin | A longfic inspired by other Arthurian media/sources featuring Wildman Prophet!Merlin and a magical forest. This is my magnum opus.

What's Mightier Than a Sword and Robs a Prince of His Servant? | Merlin | Pre-slash Merthur minor canon-divergence in which Merlin's talents in speech writing land him a promotion and Arthur is Not Pleased™.

Only Human | Venom | A short gift/exchange fic about masturbation, lol. The fic I received in exchange was also about masturbation. In my defence this was a writing exercise (I promise).

The Sky Is Falling | Nightvale | Unfinished fic about alcoholism recovery, love, community and the complete collapse of reality.

...Okay wow what a mix :D

5. Do you respond to comments?

I really love comments and I love getting into discussions with readers! It really makes my day to see that someone has commented on one of my fics.

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

Am I allowed to choose a soon to be published WIP? Words Are Dead, a microfic inspired by the Agnes Obel song of the same name in which Merlin and Arthur are unable to communicate when Arthur returns. Merlin has lost Brythonic, his first language, and his capacity to relearn it. He's simply been alive for far too long and his mind has suffered :(

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

Like Every Tree has a prolonged bittersweet kind of ending but I think Always His Destiny wins.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope/not yet!

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

Yes, though so far it hasn't been the focus of any of my works, there's no reason why that can't change though (the Venom one doesn't count, I make the rules here). As to what kind I'd say loving and intimate, I guess? Sometimes with a bit of a hurt/comfort element to it. Again, no reason why I can't branch out in the future ;)

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

While not labelled as a crossover, Like Every Tree was heavily inspired by Arthurian media both new and old, and one medieval Irish source. I did so much research for this fic and I'm still down those various rabbit holes. It was a homage to my favourite, janky cartoon movie from my childhood Quest for Camelot. Otherwise I don't write proper crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also don't think so.

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

No but I would love to!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I guess it really has to be Merthur! I don't recall a ship ever having such a hold on me. Those two are doomed but made for each other. The way they interact is so much fun to read/write.

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

Damn, this is definitely Be Here When the Weather Turns, a Mushi-shi fic. It has a very soft, restful and liminal vibe and I adore it. I really do wish I can finish it someday. So sometimes like a song, you share a piece of media with someone, or you associate it with a particular chapter in your life, and that song/piece of media brings up feelings. I'd like to think it's still worth a read. If you don't know Mushi-shi, please consider checking it out, it was weird and quiet and beautiful.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can't deny that I put a lot of love into this hobby. Also @breadkween has told me that they really like my dialogue :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm really prone to typos. I can re-read something a hundred times and just fail to see them. I'm a very slow writer; what I put out usually goes through months of edits and change-ups. Lastly I have embraced a faux-pas or two for fun, such as starting sentences with 'and.' And no one can stop me >:)

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

I'd only be comfortable writing dialogue in a language I've formerly learned and have some level of familiarity with for fear of getting something wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay I love this question because the answer is the highly formative Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom series, a YA series I was obsessed with, and have continued to read, and re-read as an adult and as unexpected prequels and sequels popped up in more recent years. I wrote it on a literal floppy disk :D First fandom I wrote for that I actually published online was Undertale.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Definitely Like Every Tree. I'm just really proud of it :3

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

twenty questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag, ebstie! @crashtestbunny

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

Fifteen (15)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

147,091

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Call of Duty

4. top five fics by kudos

From least to most: 141 as Mermans (Mermay collection), Simon Riley shite (collection), Ay, Ay Captain! (collection), Home., It's a Match!

5. do you respond to comments?

I try my best, but it takes me a while to get there... 😭

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

Home. (Dead Dove alert!)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's not technically finished but... It's a Match!

8. do you get hate on fics?

No? But I do get some not-so-nice requests sometimes.

9. do you write smut?

I do!

10. craziest crossover:

Haven't written any, but I'd love to do a The Last of Us x COD crossover.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not stolen per se but a c.ai creator used the premise of It's a Match on one of their bots.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Kuddo what Bunny said above: No, but if someone reached out and asked, I'd be more than delighted!

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

Yes! I wrote one with @crashtestbunny and I regularly bounce ideas off my moots too.

14. all time favorite ship?

I don't have any strong ships tbh.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhhhhhhhh idk? I abandon a lot of things when I feel 'the vibes' are off so... I guess this one dad!price fic I started like two months ago?

16. what are your writing strengths?

I'm good at writing grief and angst/whump? :) Also good at puns and funny dialogue.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

It takes me a long, long time to write smut and/or fluff because I'm not well-versed in it, despite reading it a lot? So it takes me ages to put out fluffy/smutty things.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it, especially when the writer actually speaks it and can introduce nuance, slang, etc.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

One Direction fandom back in 2013 :)

20. favorite fic you've written?

Sharing is caring.

tags: none! no pressure! 🫶

twenty questions for fic writers!

thank you for the tag @stellewriites @gemmahale 💖💖💖

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

Four, I really need to add others to it but I keep forgetting to.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

4,637

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Call of Duty

4. top five fics by kudos

Well there's only four of them so all of them lmao

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to! I don't think I actually get that many comments on my writing honestly.

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

Oh god, I honestly have no idea there's a few, I don't know if this counts but maybe the soulmate au?

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Depends on who's happy lmao, maybe Medicine because I just think it's lovely and sweet.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't think I ever have.

9. do you write smut?

Occasionally, I'd like to write more so that I become better at it.

10. craziest crossover:

I don't even know, probably something from back when I was a child with Bleach.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I wouldn't mind it.

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

What is counting as co-writing but no not that I can think of.

14. all time favorite ship?

I can't just pick one so SuperBat and WinterIron.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None, I intend to finish them all even it takes me until I'm a hundred years old.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know, I haven't ever sat down and analysed my writing in that way, maybe premises though? I think I come up with good premises.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Everything lmao, probably pacing it, I think I have things happen too quickly and I need to stretch out the pacing of it more.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

It depends really, it definitely has its place. If I were to ever write dialogue in another language though it would be in Latin for the exorcists AU, I don't think I'll have the need to write dialogue in another language apart from that instance.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

One Piece, I was a very small child and writing about being a pirate.

20. favorite fic you've written?

I Would Rip My Teeth Out For You, it was the first fic I wrote for COD and it holds a special place in my heart, I also like the dynamic between Soap and Ghost in it.

no pressure tags 💖:

@tawus @solivagantingrebel @losersimonriley @cordeliawhohung

@pfhwrittes @homicidal-slvt @crashtestbunny