#vague it’s always sunny au

[iruiion]

i dont want to be insane at other people on the internet & be a jttw purist but i absolutely am and literally am 🤏🤏🤏🤏thiiiiiis close to Erm Actually..!!🤓👆ing every single jttwrelated post i find in hastag dbz sorrted most recent

[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

ok back to that time travel au

it doesn't take long before people begin to point out the inconsistencies between sy's and sj's behavior with suspicion. after all, sy's generally sunny disposition is rather striking when compared to sj's aloofness and cold expressions. that could be attributed to a life-changing event or enlightenment, but still, people gossip, and with sj's reputation, they talk about it badly.

so sy, in a panic, tries to subtly show his similarities with sj. it doesn't go very well, like all his plans. but when he does give up, they are suddenly very similar.

sy, fussing over the junior disciples of qing jing peak: do you remember what to do?

yqy, about to reassure sy that the disciples will be safe on their one day field trip with qiong ding's disciples: ?

the disciples: make sure we always have our robes and guans with protective arrays on! also create a protective array on the ground and on our tents and ban intruders! never agree to anything qiong ding says and keep everything we say vague! always establish an oath if we do agree to anything. and if they try to hurt us, kill them and go to shizun because he will take care of it!

sy, proud: good.

yqy, remembering sj's paranoia: *worry intensifies*

qqq, in a peak lord meeting: so there is this one disciple i have that has a horrible, abusive husband. she's planning on running away, will it be feasible for qiong ding and an ding to create a new identity for her?

sy, reading a book bc all pl meetings are boring past or present or future: she should kill her husband. brutally. piece of shit.

the peak lords: ...

sy, an overprotective brother to one adorable and troublemaking little sister: should burn down the household too before she leaves. better yet, fake her death in the fire.

sj, strangely proud and comforted bc this kinder version of him also has his viciousness: and make sure there are no witnesses and evidence left behind.

sy, remembering qiu haitang, staring at sj: yes. make sure there are no witnesses left behind.

[revelboo]

Omg I LOVEEE the sunny and sides with the human au your doing!!! Very invested it’s so silly and I MUST know more

Can’t Finish What You Started Pt 4

Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• Waking up to discover your tiny form sprawled on his chassis is an unexpected, but pleasant surprise as he run a servo over the back of your head and you sleepily squint at him. Had Sunstreaker put you there? He vaguely remembers his twin waking him from recharge, but the details are a bit hazy. “Good morning,” he says, rubbing his servo along your jaw and you just make a noise and don’t try to push him away. Warming to him finally?

• Sideswipe rubs a fingertip against your jaw like you’d affectionately scratch a dog. It’s an annoying reminder that to him you are just a talking puppy he found. Well, kidnapped. Playing along, you force yourself to smile and his expression immediately brightens. Oh, this is going to be so easy. Win him over, find an opportunity to escape, and get back to your real life. Sitting up crosslegged on him, you tap the side of a foot against him in a nervous little tic. “Hi.”

• So soft, fascinated he’s reaching again to run a servo over your hair since you’re letting him before curling his servos around you so he can sit up without dumping you. Aware of Sunny turning his head to watch. “Don’t forget to feed it,” his twin growls as he slips from his own berth and walks out to leave him scowling after. Like he didn’t know to feed you. Doesn’t need Sunny looking over his shoulder all the time anymore. Assuming he needs to be taken care of, that he’s still that young mech that had latched onto his twin for safety, terrified of the chaos and danger of Kaon. The weaker twin, always hungry and useless. It’s the feel of your little hands on him that breaks him from the past. Food, right. He has this.

• You’re moved to a table where you watch him reach into a cabinet to retrieve a big cube of something glowing and a tiny cardboard box that he sets in front of you. Inside is a bag of dried rice and several cans of raviolis with pry up lids. He’s watching you, so there’s no choice but to open one of the cans and then just stare at the cold red sauce and pasta, realizing that you’re going to have to eat it uncooked with your fingers, because of course you are. You sneak a look and he’s holding that glowing mystery cube, but still watching you so there’s no choice but to dig your fingers in and bite into the inside of your cheek at the feel of the slimy pasta.

• Warmth spreads through him as you dig out some of the human food and eat it. Tipping up his own fuel, he keeps an optic on you as you slowly eat. Occasionally stopping as a strange shudder crawls over your tiny frame, but you eventually finish the food. “Thank you,” you say, shoulders hunching as you stare at your red stained little hands in dismay. Reaching for a cleaning cloth, he hesitates before mass shifting because your tiny little fingers and hands are too fragile to try and handle.

• You suck in a breath as he just, becomes smaller, placing his palms on the table to vault up as he keeps shrinking down at a speed that makes you almost throw up that nasty pasta. Frozen in surprise, you don’t react when he grips your arm in a hand still big enough to more than wrap around so he can carefully wipe your fingers clean like you’re a messy toddler. He’s what now? Seven or eight feet tall? Still huge as he carefully cleans every single finger then tries to wipe your mouth, making you jerk back to avoid him. And he just grins crookedly like he thinks you’re playing and not just dumbfounded.

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[vypridae]

in ur fft au, who deals with rude customers who throw a fit :o?

sun typically does! he does everything in terms of dealing with customers, and this unfortunately includes the ones that are... maybe less than pleased with his service (which, by the way, they shouldn't be; they're just picky, sun's customer service is impeccable!). he tends to deal with pissy customers a bit often, considering the fact he's a robot and a lot of people don't think he's truly sentient. that, though, is more just a vague disgust seeing a robot behind the counter of a cafe. there's always those customers that are worse, though, and sometimes dealing with them overwhelms him. moon will jump in when that does happen and make sure sun is alright to deal with other customers. (if not, moon has sun sit in the break room to calm down while he mans the front desk. he might not enjoy it, but he'd rather not sun stress himself out or overthink something one of those awful customers says to him! moon has a sharp tongue and isn't scared to give them his own opinion, either.)

short drabble below the cut !! <3

You watch as the kitchen door slams open and the customer at the counter flinches at the loud noise, watching Moon exit the kitchen with irritation clear on his face. He glares at the customer, red eyes piercing like daggers, before looking at Sun with a gentle smile. “Sunny, how about you go sit in the back for a little bit, okay?” Moon hums, voice as gentle as he could possibly be in such fury.

Sun glances towards the customer—with his lack of pupils, you’re only able to tell because his head ever-so-subtly turned towards the customer—before he looks back at Moon and nods slowly, “Okay,” he says. Surprising, you think. Sun didn’t seem like the type of person—er, robot?—to let Moon take control in a social situation, especially one like this that requires delicacy to defuse the situation.

Moon gently places a hand on Sun’s arm, running it down until both of their hands are hidden from the counter where you’re sitting, and then Sun walks away, looking at the ground as he opens the kitchen door and disappears behind it.

Moon watches the door until Sun leaves, and even a few seconds afterwards. The customer hits the countertop with their palm, “So-”

“Don’t you dare start,” Moon snaps, head turning so fast towards them you hear several clicks at once, “What goes through your head to talk to someone in such a way?”

“You’re just robots,” the customer begins, “why should I try to be nice to-”

“We are serving you,” Moon interrupts, “by choice. You are not obligated to anything at our location, and you most certainly can’t treat us like your own personal slaves just because we’re ‘just robots’.” He leans forward slightly, and the customer backs up. “We are not required to provide you service, and quite frankly, Sun should have kicked you out the moment you entered complaining. We do not accept such negativity in our cafe, nor do we accept mistreatment of workers and other customers.” He glances towards you briefly, catching your eye before he snaps his head back towards the customer, “So, I recommend leaving this establishment before we personally twist your limbs in ways you can’t even comprehend them turning, and dangling you from the ceiling to ignore your cries of protest.”

This, along with Moon’s sudden change in demeanor, eyes flickering in what you’re deciding is pure irritation, seems to have thrown the customer off, and they scramble to throw a twenty at Moon and bolt out of the doors. You watch them through the window scramble into their car. It slides on the ice in the parking lot as they try to get the hell out of there.

You look towards Moon. “Threats, huh?”

“They work,” Moon shrugs, slumping back into his nonchalant demeanor once again, “and I would never do such a thing. Do you think you could go check on Sunny for me while I manage any future customers? He should be in the break room.”

You glance at the glass double-doors of the building before you stand, shutting your laptop. “Watch my laptop and yeah.”

“No one will steal it,” Moon hums with a smirk, “but myself? Can’t say much.”

“Moon.”

[mognamon]

funky lizards

Dragonets of Destiny AU! funky little dragons

more info under the cut

These are their colors ik they're a lil different but canon dod's colors just did not work okay ill say it theyre a bad color combo.

As for the AU I don't have a concrete story and plot yet or ever but it was a fun thought experiment.

"What if the DOD weren't the prophecy dragonets"

Instead of being destined to stop the war they instead were five random dragons affected by war. They want to stop it not bc of an all nebulous prophecy but bc they want to, driven by desperation and hope. Maybe they'll end the war somehow or maybe they won't. Oh and the fake dod are the actual prophecy dragonets in au.

I've always felt like the arc 1 had povs that were privileged i guess? theyre a bunch of sheltered traumatized kids and they're the ones dictating how war ends bc theyre the chosen ones. I also just wanna explore different aspects of war with this au bc this arc just did not make me feel anything when it comes to it.

Honestly just a funky thing that's been stewing in my brain don't take it seriously

Some Design notes

Clay is inspired by a highland cow,,,moss bangs also made him more red

Tsunami's inspo is a lionfish very venomous n spiky, violet bc nami is an indigo kinnie

Sunny has no inspo just made her cute, no infantilization in the tags pls!

Same w/ Starflight no inspo just vibes, made him blue bc it looks good with green i dont subscribe to gray starf

Glory's inspo is vaguely a morning glory, didn't like her orange so made her pink

Yeah that's abt it mb suggest stuff that i can do with this au or something. Thanks for readin

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: ROUGH, use of bonds, use of tools, teasing, scientist au @skznccmlee DONT READ

ᴀ/ɴ: i actually love this wait.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

In the pristine, high-tech laboratory, Minho stood before his collection of tools, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. 

His assistant, Hyunjin, watched nervously from the other side of the room, shifting his weight from foot to foot. 

Minho had always been the quiet, composed genius, and Hyunjin admired him for that. But today, there was something unnerving about the way Minho was glancing over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Hyunjin…" Minho called out, his voice smooth and calm. "I need your help with a new experiment."

Hyunjin swallowed, offering a hesitant nod. "Sure, hyung. What is it?"

"I need you to lie down on the table." Minho gestured to the long metal table in the center of the room, equipped with cuffs at the ends. "I’ve developed some new tools that need testing."

Hyunjin was suspicious. His brows furrowed, a mixture of curiosity and fear creeping up his spine. "What kind of tools?" He squeaked. 

Minho smiled—a mischievous smile that only surfaced when he was particularly proud of an invention. "Tools that will...measure your response to certain stimuli."

The explanation was vague, but Hyune knew better than to question his brilliant boss. 

He trusted Minho implicitly, so with a deep breath, he climbed onto the table and allowed Minho to fasten the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. The metal was cool against his skin, and the restraints were snug, but not uncomfy.

Once Hyunjin was fully secured, Minho stepped back, admiring his handiwork. 

“Perfect.” He hummed, reaching over the lab table to grab the tools. 

Minho grinned at the sight of the first tool. “Let’s see how you react to this…” He murmured, reaching for the start button on the first tool—an innovative feather-tipped rod with adjustable speed settings.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened as he realized what this experiment was about. "Wait...hyung, are you—"

"I'm just going to check how effective these tools are, Hyunjin." Minho interrupted smoothly, his voice laced with faux innocence. "Purely for science. You want to help, don't you?"

Hyunjin knew he wouldn’t be able to. “Hyung, please. I’m too—”

“Ticklish? Yes, I’m aware, which is why you are the perfect test subject for this experiment.” Minho retorted cooly. 

Before Hyunjin could protest any further, Minho switched on the feather-tipped rod. It whirred to life, the soft bristles buzzing gently in the air. 

Minho tested it first on Hyunjin's neck, brushing it across the sensitive skin just below his ear. Hyune immediately flinched, biting his lip to stifle a giggle. “Thahat tihihickles…”

Minho hummed, amused. "Interesting reaction. Let’s test the full sensitivity."

With deliberate precision, he dragged the feather down to Hyunjin's exposed underarms, tracing lazy circles along the hollows. 

Hyunjin, squirming in his restraints, whimpered through his giggles. “Hyuhuhuhung, I can’t tahake ahahany more—please...I’m toohoo sehehensihitive...”

The light, teasing touch was enough to break Hyunjin’s composure entirely. He burst into laughter, his body jerking against the restraints as he tried desperately to twist away from the unbearable sensation.

“Wahahaha!! WAHAHAHAIT!!” He shrieked, arching gently as he jolted involuntarily. “Nonono!! NOHOHO!!” Hyunjin shrieked, his laughter bubbling out uncontrollably as the feather continued its torturous dance. His feet kicked uselessly against the table, but he had no way of escaping the delicate torment.

Minho smiled, clearly enjoying the adorable way Hyunjin squealed. "You’re reacting even better than expected. Let’s move on to something more intense, shall we?" He tried to hold a professional position, but his fondness for his loyal assistant led to a gentle kiss on his cheek. “You’re doing so well for me, Hyunjinnie~”

He snatched up the next tool, an electric brush designed to mimic the feeling of hundreds of tiny fingers wiggling across sensitive skin. Hyunjin’s eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Hyuhuhung…please…” He panted between giggles, already red-faced from the first tool. “I cahahahant—”

“You can.” Minho interrupted smoothly, positioning the brush over Hyunjin’s ribs. “And you will.”

The moment the brush made contact, Hyunjin let out a piercing squeal. The bristles dug into his ribs with merciless precision, and the vibrations sent shocks of ticklish agony coursing through his body. 

His laughter exploded, loud and frantic, as he tried desperately to twist away from the sensation. “AAAHH!! HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEASE!! Tuhuhuurn ihihit DOHOHOHOWN OHO MY GOAHAHAHA!!” Hyunjin screamed, his body thrashing as much as the restraints would allow. His feet drummed against the table, kicking wildly as Minho guided the brush down toward his waist.

Minho tilted his head, watching the wild reaction with a satisfied smirk. “I’m just observing, Hyunjin. You’re giving me great data. Keep laughing.”

The words felt like a tease in themselves. Hyunjin's entire body bucked against the restraints as Minho used the brush to mercilessly attack every inch of his torso—his sides, his stomach, his ribs—leaving no spot untouched. 

Hyunjin’s laughter was uncontrollable now, loud and high-pitched, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! I cahahahan’t tahahahake ihihit ahahanymore!!”

Minho finally paused, letting Hyunjin catch his breath for a brief moment, only to reach for the next tool—an advanced vibrating device designed specifically for foot tickling. Hyunjin’s eyes widened in pure terror when he saw it.

“No, no, not my feet!” he begged, shaking his head frantically.

“Bad spot?~” 

Hyunjin whimpered, pulling at the cuffs, but it was no use. Minho gently lifted one of his feet, positioning the device under the arch. The second it turned on, Hyunjin screamed with laughter, his toes curling tightly as the vibrations shot through his sole. 

“AHAHAHAHAGH!! Tuhuhuhurn ihihit off lehet me catch my BREHEHEHEHEATH!! HYUHUHUNG!!” Hyunjin’s laughter was beyond control now, loud and desperate. His entire body shook as Minho ran the device up and down his soles, teasing the sensitive skin with ruthless precision. 

Hyunjin’s feet kicked uncontrollably, drumming against the table as tears streamed down his face from the relentless tickling. “You’re being so loud,” Minho scolded with a playful tone, watching with fascination as Hyunjin’s body jerked and bucked. “How can I observe properly when you’re squealing like this?”

“IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” Hyune squealed, twisting side or side as Minho cooed. “I cahahahhaant hehehelp ihihit…”

Minho’s smile widened, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Just a few more tools left."

He reached for the fourth tool—a set of small robotic fingers designed to tickle multiple spots at once. 

Hyunjin could barely form coherent thoughts as the fingers danced along his thighs, hips, and underarms simultaneously. His laughter became hysterical, his voice cracking with each wild shriek of desperation. “PLEHEHEASE HYUHUHUHG!! Ahahahaa meheehehhercy!!”

Minho cooed. “Oh, so cute~” He teased. “I might just do this for fun, instead of an experiment.”

He grinned, watching Hyunjin thrash helplessly, his laughter so frantic it seemed to echo off the walls of the lab. “You’re so sensitive here, Hyunjin. It’s fascinating.”

“FAHAHAHAHASCINATING?!?” Hyunjin nearly arched off completely at that. Min tilted his head, as if contemplating whether to show mercy.

Minho grinned, watching with satisfaction as Hyunjin descended further into ticklish madness. “You’re a fascinating subject, Hyunjin~” He said softly, his tone teasing. “I didn’t think anyone could be this ticklish.” He smiled, playing with the tool’s settings as Hyunjin shrieked and began to sob with laughter, eyes wide and panicked as he began to run out of breath. 

His laughter was beyond hysterical now, his voice hoarse as he screamed and begged for mercy, every muscle in his body shaking from the relentless tickling.

By the time Minho finally stopped, eyes soft with adoration, Hyunjin was a gasping, tear-soaked mess, his body limp against the table. Minho stood back, admiring his work with a satisfied grin.

“Good job, Hyunjin,” Minho said softly, undoing the restraints. “You were an excellent test subject.”

Hyunjin could only pant in response, still giggling weakly as the ticklish aftershocks lingered on his skin.

Minho chuckled. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

divider & header made by me! comments are appreciated but not required! <3

[gifti3]

okay im back with more for this arranged marriage AU! Heres the last thing i wrote

this time i made something longer--Asmo and MC doing their little meeting/date before agreeing to marriage its fun check it out :]

the only warning is "an upset asmo getting in ur personal space'" other than that i think thats it!

Tomorrow you were supposed to meet your possible future fiancé. This type of affair was not a first time thing for you so you already had an idea of how things would go. Which was the two of you being forced to interact for several hours.

Though you knew what was coming, was it not possible to be a little nervous considering who it was you were meeting?

Asmodeus Morningstar--one of the most influential families in Nefarelin. Their was no shortage of exceptional members in that tree. And to be crass, every other potential spouse you met before were like dried leaves in comparison.

And this didn't even factor Asmodeus's own appeal and popularity. You'd only seen him in passing a few times but you could tell he was quite beautiful even from a distance. On top of that, the general public were strangely obsessed with him. You weren't completely sure why, but he must be very likeable if that's the case.

God, how many people have probably asked for his hand in marriage by now? You could only wonder.

All around it would be pretty foolish to turn this down. And that's why you were nervous…. Your parents were giving you a choice. But it was one of those choices where the answers were 'yes' or 'hmm, okay I suppose'. You did not want to know what would happen if you dare declined.

You'd already considered the logistics of this situation, dwelled on it for days. And it would definitely be a loveless marriage from your side. And that was something normal…but you were fine with how your life was currently! You didn't want to deal with any expectations romantic or otherwise from a spouse.

And what about Asmodeus.

He was well loved by many, had a reputation for enjoying the nightlife and being the center of attention. It seemed highly unlikely that a man like him was looking to "settle down" all of a sudden!

Your hands stop fiddling with your hair.

Wait.

Maybe this arrangement could work.

~

God this is so uncomfortable.

Maybe you underestimated Asmodeus. For some reason the first time your eyes met his saccharine ones, you struggled with maintaining contact. Each time, it felt like he was staring straight into your mind.

Perhaps it was just your nerves but either way you were overwhelmed. You didn't feel like yourself so had trouble talking.

Luckily for you, Asmodeus didn't notice or didn't care as he had been talking nonstop this entire time.

"Hellooo?"

"Oh--sorry what did you say?"

Asmodeus repeats his question while fanning himself. "I asked if you wanted to rest for a minute. I need a break from the sun."

"Okay…"

It was sunny today but not too hot to take a walk. Though you had been outside for a good while with Asmodeus. You both make your way to a gazebo that provided good shade around this time of day.

You rest your elbows on on of the railings and prop your head in your hands. A small sigh escapes you.

"Can you make it any more obvious that you don't want to be here?"

Asmodeus rests a small distance away, smiling but you're not so sure if he's being lighthearted about it.

It was a fair observation. These meetings always felt like a waste of time to you. They were forced interactions. The worst type. And you already knew you'd agree with the arranged marriage at the end anyways.

"Sorry, I'm just a little tired."

You look back at him and try to give a friendly(?) smile. Actually why not just be straightforward now?

"It's kind of hard to believe you want to get married. It doesn't seem like something that would interest someone like you."

"Eh…I guess there comes a time in everyone's life where they think about these things."

Very vague.

Asmodeus leans back in his chair, looking up as if he's scraping through his brain. "But I don't recall running into you beforehand. I definitely would have remembered…so how would you know that?"

"I've heard a lot about you. Kind of impossible not to."

You had a bit of an idea about him before this whole situation. But once it got out that he was "interested" in proposing, well the maids had no problem telling you everything they knew. It was definitely not all true, but it pretty much confirmed what you already felt.

"That makes sense. Isn't it great that now you get to experience me in person instead of by word-of-mouth~"

"…Uh huh. Well I feel like I should tell you now. That I plan to say yes."

"Say yes?"

"Say yes to marrying you."

You watch for any negative reactions but nothing. Though you were still sure he wasn't really interested in marriage.

"…Oh?"

"Listen I understand if you were forced into this position. In fact, I'm sure that you were. And to be honest I've never been partial to marriage myself. I always thought it wasn't in the cards for me…"

You take a step away from the railing closer to Asmodeus. "But wouldn't it be foolish to say no? Outside of the benefits it would have for my family. You're definitely one of the most sought after bachelors…and well just look at you. I'm almost a little envious…"

Asmodeus's curious face changes to something else. Something you can't really place your finger on. You just knew he didn't look very pleased.

"Well at least I know you're not blind." His fingers play with his fringe. "And that's all fine and dandy but…"

When Asmodeus stands and looks back at you your heart skips a beat. You take a step back as he takes one forward. "I hope you're ready to handle me because I don't think you can."

Oh my god what was happening?

You were frozen in place as Asmodeus trapped you against the railing between his arms. You didn't even think to push him away and just stood there stupidly.

"I-I…"

Rustling sounds from a nearby hedge, but when you both look in the direction of the noise there's giggling and the sound of retreating people.

You sigh. At least someone was enjoying the show.

You gently push at Asmodeus's chest so you can make space.

"Sorry sometimes the staff gets bored haha…er should we h-head back?"

"If that's what you want."

Asmodeus turns away from you. "I just want you to know that since this marriage is just a title I'll be sticking to my usual. Hope you don't mind~" He walks away humming to himself.

Your brows furrow…that man. Why'd he have to do all that? You weren't expecting anything different in the first place?

You let out a huge sigh. Was this going to be the norm from now on?

Well at least you both were on the same page about the marriage…. but you couldn't help but think a serious misunderstanding just occurred.

[mama-qwerty]

The Convention

Takes place in my Knuckles MacPherson au.

Something something, Cal is out of town for a convention, leaving Knux behind for Wade to look after. Something something, Knux and Wade decide with their shared brain cell to head out on a road trip and end up at the place where Callie’s convention is taking place. Not wanting to get caught, they’ve been trying to avoid her and keep a low profile, which, let’s face it, is impossible with these two.

Eventually, Cal’s bored and decides to call and check in on her boys.

~~~

Wade’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone screen. The picture he’d set for Callie’s number stared at him, a smiling redhead dropping one eye in a wink.

“Do not answer it,” Knuckles said, his eyes flicking from the screen to Wade. “She will know.”

“She’s not gonna know,” Wade said, but his chest tightened all the same. “How’s she gonna know?”

“She always knows.”

“Just relax, I’ll handle it.” He thumbed the green icon and brought the phone to his ear. “Hey, Cal!” His voice was too loud, too chipper. Knuckles groaned, facepalming. Wade swallowed. “H-how goes the convention?”

There was a beat of silence, and when Callie responded, a hint of suspicion edged her tone.

“Fine . . . is everything okay?”

“Okay? Sure is! Why wouldn’t things be okay? Psshh. I mean, I’m a grown man, right? I can watch over a kid for a few days while you’re out of town, right? Yeah, no problem! No problems at all! Don’t you worry!”

Sweat was starting to trickle down his back, and Knuckles peeked at him from behind his large mitt.

Shockingly, Callie wasn’t convinced. “Where’s Knuckles? Is he alright?”

Wade flicked his eyes to the echidna next to him. “Oh he’s fine! Never better! In fact, he’s right here, why don’t you talk to him?”

Knuckles’ eyes went wide and he shook his head, waving his hands back and forth in a “No, NO!” kinda way. Wade tapped the mute icon as he handed the phone to the teen.

“Just tell her everything’s fine!” Wade hissed in a loud whisper. “If she doesn’t hear from you she’ll think you’re lying dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“Have you lost your mind??” Knuckles responded in an equal tone. “I cannot talk to her, she will know something’s wrong!”

“Just keep it vague! We’re at your house watching a movie or something!”

Wade thrust the phone into Knuckles’ hand, and unmuted it before the echidna could respond. He gave the man a little snarl, before lifting it to his ear. “Hello.”

“Knux? Everything okay? Wade sounds pretty suspicious right now.”

Knuckles swallowed hard. “Everything is fine. We are . . .” He flicked his eyes up to Wade, who nodded and gave a thumbs up. “. . . watching a movie.”

“Oh? Whatcha watchin’?”

The echidna’s eyes went wide, and he looked around himself in a panic. Lying was not Knuckles’ strongest ability, and at this moment every movie he’d ever seen vanished from his mind. He looked at the booths surrounding them, advertising publishing companies and the various best-sellers they’d produced. His eyes landed on the nearest title, and he blurted it out in a too-loud voice.

“50 Shades of Gray!”

“WHAT?!”

Wade lunged for the phone, pulling it away so he could talk into the mic. “HA! He’s kidding, we’re not watching that, that’s ridiculous, I would never, ever show him anything like that, right Knux?” The echidna glared at him. “Seriously, Cal, we’re not watching that. I swear.”

Silence answered him, and the two stared at the seconds ticking away on the screen as the call continued.

“Hmm.” That simple hum just oozed suspicion. “What’s the weather like there?”

“It’s sunny!/raining!” Wade and Knuckles replied, their voices piling up. They both gasped, looking at each other as they each bit their lip.

More silence. “Hmm. 50 Shades of Gray, huh?”

Knuckles’ eyes went to the booth again, and a realization struck. He reached down and crushed Wade’s phone in his fist, bringing a cry from the deputy.

“HEY!”

“She is hunting us!” the echidna hissed, head on a swivel as he looked in all directions around them. “She knows we are here, and when she catches us, she will have our heads!”

“Oh,” Wade said, turning to scan their surroundings. “Oh, crap.”

“This is your fault!” Knuckles said, jabbing an angry fist toward him.

Wade gaped at him. “MY fault?? It was your idea to come here!”

“I am a child! You are the adult who is responsible for me! You should have denied my idea!”

“Oh, now you’re a ‘child’ who needs an adult and not the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy who needs no supervision??”

“It is a complicated duality, and I am still trying to work my way through it!”

“Hello, boys.”

They both gave a little shriek at the voice and jumped back, assuming defensive poses as their eyes went wide and hearts raced. Callie gave a little smirk, flicking her eyes back and forth between them.

“Who’s gonna explain?”

The two slowly relaxed, and exchanged a glance. They both briefly considered telling the truth, before throwing each other under the bus instead.

“IT WAS HIS IDEA!” they both yelled, pointing at the other. Upon realizing the blame had been flung straight back on their own head, they gasped, turning to each other and starting to argue.

Callie listened to them for a moment, the smirk changing to a smile as she rolled her eyes.

“Guys. GUYS!” They quieted and turned to her, identical looks of guilt on their faces. “If you wanted to come, you could have just asked.”

The shock they displayed was almost comical.

“You . . . you’re not mad?” Wade asked, doubt in his voice and face. “I mean, really? You’re not just acting all cool and calm because we’re in public and are going to hand us our butts when we’re alone?”

She shook her head. “Not mad. A little surprised you’d want to come all the way here for a publishing convention. They’re not exactly a whirlwind of excitement.”

“We were concerned,” Knuckles said as he stepped forward. “When you called that first night you were away, you sounded sad.”

Her smile softened. “I was just missing home. This is my first trip away since you came to me. The first trip I had someone to miss.” She looked at Wade. “And I kinda missed my Bear, too.”

Wade smiled. “Awww. No one’s ever missed me before.”

“It is our duty to protect you, and keep you safe,” Knuckles said, holding a fist to his chest. “We came to watch over you, and be here if you needed us.”

“Oh, my sweet ki’kone,” she said, going to a knee before him. She gave his muzzle a little caress, bringing a smile to his lips. “I would never turn down a chance to spend time with you.”

Behind him, Wade coughed into his fist. Loudly. Twice.

Callie cast him a raised eyebrow and little smirk. “Yes Wade, you too.”

The deputy smiled. “Heh, just making sure. So you’re really not mad?”

She shook her head, returning to her feet. “Nope. In fact, I’m glad you’re here. You can help keep me entertained. C’mon. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Yes!” Knuckles cried, lifting his arms in the air. “I have missed our shared feasts.”

“It’s only been like two days, Knux.”

“A day spent without those you love can feel like a lifetime,” the teen said, moving to walk next to her. “I have spent enough days alone. Come, Me’na. Let us find a meal fit for our reunion.”

“Oh, he’s good,” Wade muttered as they headed for the door. “The echidna’s got smooth lines.”

“Right? Kid can make anyone swoon.”

“It is a gift.”

Callie and Wade gave a little snicker as the three of them walked out, intent on finding a place to fill their bellies, and enjoy their time together.

[wooahaes]

world's worst vampire

pairing: non-idol!vampire!hoshi x gn!reader

genre: vampire au. vaguely fluffy?

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: hosh feeding off of reader. blood mentions. reader calling hosh a dumbass at one point.

daisy's notes: what if hes just. <3

Soonyoung was probably the worst vampire in the goddamn world at being a vampire.

While he didn’t talk much about the circumstances leading to him being turned, Soonyoung sometimes wondered if it was worth it to be alive forever. He always went out on sunny days and forgot his umbrella (which usually net him a slight sunburn from having sensitive skin, and a massive loss of energy as he recovered), he’d forget to retract his fangs when he wasn’t feeding, and he even forgot to feed sometimes. Soonyoung was a busy  man! He had too much to do! Too much he liked doing! Sometimes he just… forgot that food alone wasn’t enough to sustain him the way it used to, even after he’d lived this long.

Which was why he knew it was you who pounded at his door to try and get a response. Minutes later, he could hear the telltale chime of you entering into his apartment. He hadn’t responded to your messages in days, too fatigued to move more than necessary. His supply had run out, and he wasn’t going to see Jihoon until he came tonight with the next batch (why bother him while he was working? He could make it, he was fine). Soon enough, his bedroom door flew open, and you were making your way over to him. His skin was a little clammy, and he’d grown a little paler from the lack of nutrition, and he could see the frustration in your eyes as you looked him over.

With a sigh, you drew back your sleeve, thrusting your wrist into his face. Soonyoung just wrapped his cold fingers around it, drawing it in and pressing a kiss against where he was hyper-aware of your pulse.

“Drink.” 

His eyes found yours in the low light. “I’ll be fine—”

“I said drink, dumbass, so I can be mad at you for not calling me when you’re better.” 

Despite his lack of energy, Soonyoung pushed your wrist away. He pushed himself to sit up, fatigue settling into his bones too heavily. 

“Soonyoung—”

“I don’t like drinking from your wrist,” he said quietly. “Can I…?”

With a sigh, you’d reached up to the buttons of your collar. You popped the top ones, loosening your collar as Soonyoung moved in. His nose brushed against your neck as you let your head fall back, giving him better access to the skin. He always would press a tiny kiss against your skin before sinking his fangs into you. You’d never understand why books and movies made this out to be hot and sexual: it hurt. Soonyoung’s venom would always numb it a little, like a mosquito, but you’d always feel lethargic and lightheaded from the loss of blood when he was done. You shut your eyes, though, and let him feed as he needed to.

Sooner than you thought, he’d pulled away, planting another kiss against his bite mark. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away. He’d always trace the tiny drops of blood that rose to the surface, licking them from his fingers as he watched the wound close itself up—another side effect of his bite. “Jihoon’s coming tonight. I’ll drink then.” 

With a sigh, you slumped against him. “I don’t get why you don’t just call me.” 

“Don’t wanna bother you,” he mumbled, pulling you in a little bit closer. He trailed his fingers down your arm, pressing another kiss against the side of your face. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” 

“I don’t mind if you need it, Soonyoung.” 

He knew that. He always knew that you (and Jun and Wonwoo…) were always a call away if he was starving and Jihoon couldn’t bring him blood in time. He didn’t need to torture himself, and yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty at doing it. He saw the way it affected other people. The way you’d always need to sleep a little afterward, or the way Wonwoo always seemed to get a little paler, yet insisted he was fine–that he just needed to drink something and maybe eat a light snack, too. He saw the way Jun didn’t hide the way it could hurt, too. Not in the way you did, expressions always carefully measured. Staying alive for him could mean hurting the ones he loved if his supply ran out, and he’d rather just deal with the lethargic feelings for a couple days than see that happen.

Soonyoung curled one hand around the back of your neck, the other supporting your back as he turned you over so you could lie down on your side. “It’s okay,” he murmured, stealing a kiss against your lips this time. “It’s my turn to take care of you. Let me get your snacks and then we can cuddle.”

Before he could pull away, you reached out, a hand cupping his cheek. He turned his face, pressing a kiss against your palm, and pulled away to begin the steps of taking care of you. And that meant pressing little chocolate snacks against your lips, teasing you gently before pulling you in to snuggle for a while. At least he would repay the favor like this.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune @weird-bookworm

[olympeline]

(Part 4 of my Catch the Queen USUK AU! Damn, I just can’t stop writing this one 👀)

Back to the young days of the future Spades royal couple. Alfred was delighted when Arthur came back and then kept on coming back after that. Oh, and Alfred didn’t learn his real name for a long time but I’m going to use it just because it’s easier, heh. Arthur would always insist he didn’t need help and he probably wouldn’t come back and he was getting better at finding food and blah, blah, tsundere intensifies. Alfred was happy to share his meals and he actually found Arthur’s blustering pretty cute. Arthur was cute in general under all the dirt. He never failed to turn red and get extra flustered when Alfred said so. So Alfred did, often. He was playful by nature and enjoyed some cheerful teasing of the kind he used to direct at Mattie. Arthur never took real offence. Or, if he did, the lure of meat and bread outweighed it. Soon Arthur was visiting every few days, then every other day, then finally every day. Alfred was ecstatic and the doctors who came to see him remarked on his better mood and appetite. Though unfortunately still judged that Alfred’s physical condition wasn’t improving.

For Arthur’s part, finding Alfred was a godsend. Despite his insistence he was doing fine it was only Alfred’s kindness that had kept him going. Arthur was the kind of kid who thought himself “practically grown up” but he was only nine when he ran away. He never had much of a plan beyond some vague notion about finding his old family. All knowledge of them had been kept secret from him since he was taken to the palace. Arthur didn’t know he had a mother and four older brothers. But that’s another story. Back to this tale, Arthur ended up living in the woods close to Alfred’s house. Yep, it’s feral England forest child go time! He ran away during the summer and it was mild enough that his old cloak gave enough warmth to sleep outside. Alfred let him have some old blankets for a makeshift tent, Arthur could collect branches and light fires with his magic, the trees kept the worst of the rain off, there were berries to eat, a stream to drink from and bathe in, and Alfred gave him extra food when the forest fair wasn’t enough. Not to mention company when Arthur got too lonely. Which was often even though he claimed it was fine and he liked being alone. He didn’t dare go into the town with rumours of his disappearance growing louder as time passed despite the best efforts of the court. It wasn’t an easy life but Arthur could make do. It was better than going back.

Anyway, time passed and the two boys became close. They were very different personality-wise but you know what they say about opposites attracting. Alfred was a sunny extrovert and Arthur a prickly introvert and they balanced each other out nicely. They played what games Alfred could, Arthur read to him, and they talked about everything and nothing. Arthur got very skilled at diving under the bed or out the window at the sound of footsteps outside Alfred’s room. Alfred told Arthur all about his family, his home, his school, his dream about becoming a knight, everything except his sickness. Arthur never asked again after the first time even though the effects were obvious. It took Alfred triple the length of time to tell him all that and by the end of Arthur’s visits, Alfred was always exhausted. He often fell asleep midway and made Arthur promise to wake him up, which he never did. Better to let Alfred rest no matter how much it irritated his host. Meanwhile, getting Arthur to talk about himself was like getting blood from a stone. Forget finding out about his friend’s past, it took ages for Arthur to even admit his name wasn’t Oliver! Alfred was determined as ever but Arthur matched him in sheer obstinacy when the subject was his mysterious origins. Alfred itched with curiosity and tried hard to notice clues in what Arthur said and did, but he didn’t get much. Just that Arthur had probably come from somewhere rich. His manners were too refined for a peasant. More than Alfred’s own.

By the time the first frosts came, the boys were close as best friends could be. But the chill in the air meant bad news for Alfred and his condition abruptly took a turn for the worse. He sickened more and more and eventually there was grave talk amongst the household staff about whether young Matthew should be sent for. Just in case he needed to say goodbye. Talk Arthur happened to overhear one day whilst sneaking around the house to climb in through Alfred’s window as usual. Horrified and furious at the adults for giving up, Arthur decided to do something drastic. He was a mage, so he would use his magic to heal Alfred. Other healers had failed but Arthur was…the thing he’d run away from. The role he didn’t like thinking about. Still marked by the black spade over his heart. The Queen of Spades was the most powerful mage in the kingdom. Arthur had learnt the basics of healing magic and this had to be just “that but more,” right? Arthur pictured Alfred’s wasted frame, felt his Mark burn on his chest, and knew he had to try. He waited for a full moon and sneaked into Alfred’s room at witching hour. Alfred was asleep when he came and Arthur was glad. He didn’t want him to be disappointed if he failed.

But he didn’t fail. It took every drop of magical energy Arthur had and it didn’t matter that Alfred was asleep to begin with because he woke up halfway through anyway as the spell gouged deep into his lungs. Arthur had to clap his free hand over his friend’s mouth to stop him screaming, trembling from the strain of holding Alfred down and channeling the Queen’s dark power. Arthur pushed and pushed harder than he ever had, felt something deep inside his soul tear and bleed, but he wouldn’t give up. Spades are the vicious suit not meant for white magic beyond the basics. But Arthur - through sheer, pigheaded stubborness - somehow managed to direct that attacking energy against Alfred’s illness. To the day he died Arthur would never know how he did it but - somehow, someway - he did it. He could tell the moment the spell ended and Alfred knocked his hand away and jerked up in bed: panting and drawing in huge lungfuls of air. Arthur watched him through rapidly darkening vision and felt warmth bloom in his chest.

“Oh, good,” Arthur doesn’t remember slurring faintly. “It worked. Thank you…”

Then his eyes rolled up and he fell off the bed and faceplanted on the floor in a dead faint. He would have been happy if he’d stayed conscious long enough to hear Alfred cry out his name: voice clear and strong. There was no doubt his friend could breathe again. Arthur slept a full two days and a night afterwards and Alfred had to resort to bundling him under the bed as soon as morning light brought his nurse. Fortunately everyone was too distracted by Alfred’s miraculous recovery to notice anything strange about his room. Arthur - magically drained - slept through all the chaos. He didn’t wake up till the middle of the next night. Alfred wedged a chair against the door to avoid more close calls, then dragged Arthur into bed with him. Arthur woke up in his arms and Alfred’s bright blue eyes were the first thing he saw. But only for a moment because Alfred couldn’t wait to hug him when he saw Arthur was awake. Joyfully squeezing Arthur and thanking him over and over. And then it was Arthur’s turn to wheeze because by the Holy Four, Alfred hugged like a vice! It was like being embraced by a full grown man. His back might have cracked.

If Arthur hadn’t been distracted by his own joy (it worked! IT WORKED! Alfred was going to be okay!) and exhaustion, he might have taken a moment to wonder if it was normal for a boy their age to be that strong. Alfred had boasted of his pre-sickness athletics but never mentioned strength beyond what was normal. Arthur might have wondered but then Alfred let go and was thanking Arthur over and over, and praising him, and asking how did it, and - and -

And Arthur forgot all about Alfred’s weird burst of strength. He wanted to be happy not worry and there was probably nothing to worry about anyway. It was probably a normal hug and Arthur was just achey after the spell. Probably.

Probably.

(Hehe. 😉 What’s happening here? Whooo knoooows. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Next part up when I’ve finished typing it out.)

[bafflement]

Death, And Other Circumstances Best Avoided

Written for day three of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal festival. :D

Original characters let me introduce Nicky Schnee to the equation. Tip's older brother and very dead in the original deaged Oz AU.

But not, necessarily, here...

@emmy-way The very first shot in a new AU of the Tipverse, hope you enjoy. :D

AO3 link:

Plain Text:

“Say hello to mommy for me, Schnee brat!” The rough man snarled into Nicky’s face. The boy was pale but his eyes were hard blue pools as he waited for whatever was going to come next. There was no escaping it, for all that it wasn’t fair. He was only fifteen, surely if they had a real problem with his family, then they could take it to his father? Although by the same token, maybe they’d been scared to. Papa was strong, respected… there would have been a great many others standing between him and any threats. How had he gotten separated from the others, though? They’d been right there… right up until they hadn’t. He’d thought they were his friends, though. At least that they’d care if anything happened to him. Did it matter, now though? They weren’t here, could no more protect him than Nicky himself could the baby brother that he’d lost. If he was to die here, protesting against the wrongs that Atlas had committed over the decades, then at least he knew that his father would be proud of him. Wherever he was, maybe Winter would be, too? He thought of his brave, sweet baby brother and closed his eyes, just as the axe fell. Even for Mantle… today was cold.

It was a sunny day in Vale. The sun sent shafts of light into Beacon and Ozpin couldn’t help but smile. He had a lot of paperwork to do, but that was par for the course. Though he was far from the only councilman of Vale, the duties tended to pile up on him rather. But then, they always had. That was fair, everybody else was busy with their own lives. Here, safe in his tower, looking out over the grounds where his students were busy learning how to be the very best people they could be? The best hunters, the best protectors… hopefully the best versions of themselves? Well, it was quite obvious that he might have rather more time on his hands to do both his job and theirs. They had families, lives outside of the roles they played. He couldn’t dare do the same, considering the risks that posed to those around him.

Oh, if he could, then he would. His fiancée had told him several times that, between them, they could protect any child that might result from their love. Part of him wanted that, he could almost picture a little girl with his hair and his love’s eyes… or a little boy, dark haired and red eyed and just as fierce as Qrow ever was. It was just a dream, though, any child he had would be targeted by those that stood against him. He sighed to himself, regretting again that his circumstances dictated that he could never really have a life of his own. Qrow understood, his friends understood… but the idea of a life that was his to love, his to protect? Oh, he adored his students, would do anything for them. But they had families, had lives of their own. Had other people to care, to delight in their accomplishments and commiserate in their failures. He was just their headmaster, that would never truly be his place. He liked to think that there were exceptions to that rule, but still. he had his regrets.

The teenager’s eyes shot open, registering vaguely that he was a lot warmer that he had been a minute ago. He couldn’t see the man with the axe, couldn’t recognise anything around him. Wherever he was, he was pretty certain that he wasn’t in Mantle anymore. Why wouldn’t he be in Mantle? Surely, if it was somehow his semblance awakening then it should have matched his sister’s, his father’s? Not be some sort of teleportation, for all he was incredibly relieved that he wasn’t actually dead. Why here, though? Wherever here actually was. It was far too warm for Atlas, so maybe he was in Mistral? Vale? There wasn’t enough sand for Vacuo, and he’d heard stories about that kingdom that the frankly breath-taking architecture he was surrounded with didn’t fit into. He felt like he was in a palace, or maybe some sort of museum, but wherever this was felt far more vibrant, more vitally alive than anything he’d ever known. Maybe he could stay here for a day or two, before he went home again? Or maybe he was dreaming, was this some vision before death took him? He closed his eyes again, praying that, wherever this was, it might actually be real.

Coco groaned to herself, too quiet to be heard by the others. Oh, she’d always adored Velvet, her bunny, her other half, but if Fox refused to shut up then she might just strangle him. Oh, the boy was okay as a general rule, but there were times when she loathed the fact that teams, here at Beacon, were at least four years long. She thought that they’d probably get on well enough to last long term, but only if Fox could realise just how far he went at times. It wasn’t even like she disagreed with him, but still… those views were a little extreme, even for their team. But then, considering the news out of Atlas, at just what Jacques Schnee had managed to pull this time, well… it was understandable. Less understandable was Velvet, who, while white lipped and obviously furious at the injustice had yet to give her own opinion. She worried, there… the few times her love had ever outright exploded had never been good for any of them. She might burn slowly, but when she did… well, get out of the way. Coco smirked to herself briefly at the thought of just how far Jacques might run, if faced with Velvet. Of everybody on Remnant, he might deserve it the most.

She blinked, staring at the sight before her, shook her head, looked again. She heard her team muttering around her, obviously just as shocked as she was. There was a boy, kneeling there in the grass, silver hair glinting in the sunlight. His eyes were closed, but she didn’t recognise him, which, had he been a student, she would have done. She wasn’t really flattering herself that she knew every student that set foot here. Her love was gossip, well, the one that wasn’t her girlfriend. If there’d been a new student, then she would surely have heard something by now?

The fashion conscious part of her mind was fixed on the fact that his clothing, while expertly tailored, was at least fifteen years out of fashion. That made no sense from the quality of the materials involved, surely if someone was to spend that much on crimson velvet and good leather, their tastes should be better than that? Whoever it was didn’t seem to have noticed them yet, eyes still closed, so she took the time to really study him. Pale skinned, with shoulder length silver hair with a slight wave at the ends. There was something almost familiar about that hair, though she didn’t dwell on it. Rich, expensive clothing done in a style that was almost as old as she was, if not slightly older. A teenager, though he looked fractionally too young to be a student. Just what was going on? If he was, as she was starting to think that he was, some sort of intruder, then someone needed to tell the teachers. Tell Ozpin at least. If, of course, their strangely eldritch headmaster didn’t already know of their guest. She cleared her throat pointedly, ignoring the reactions of her team for now. The boy flinched, them looked up. His eyes were very blue, yet, just as his hair was, that tugged at something in her memory. There was something that she wasn’t seeing, and Coco hated that thought. She was the gossip queen, after all Surely whatever it was should be obvious?

Nicky flinched, his eyes shooting open at the sudden sound. He couldn’t help but stare at the quartet opposite. They were all dressed in some sort of school uniform that he wasn’t sure that he recognised, but the more pressing thing was that one of them appeared to actually be a rabbit faunus! She didn’t even hide it, was that normal here? But it couldn’t be, society couldn’t be that different from kingdom to kingdom, surely? But if she was as she seemed to be… then where was he?

Or, perhaps more pressingly, when was he?

[prettyboybuckley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @saybiwithme @bi-buckrights @zainclaw

How many works do you have on ao3?

160

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,070,239

What fandoms do you write for?

I've mostly written for 9-1-1, though I started off with Shameless (6 fics) and I have written some for Teen Wolf (5 fics). There's one 9-1-1 crossover with Schitt's Creek.

Top five fics by kudos:

parents always yelling (telling us to get our acts together)

i just want something to hold on to (and a little of that human touch)

I will come to you (even in my sleep)

open up again (i believe in second chances)

exes and the oh's

Do you respond to comments?

Always, even if it takes me months. I actually just caught up again (there's still a bunch to go, but right now the oldest is 17 days ago instead of 250 days...). It's just a rule I have for myself, and even with the backlog I've kept it up so far, so I'm not going to stop doing it now.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not a big fan of angsty endings, I generally try to at least make it a hopeful ending or, in the case of the college au, use an epilogue to fix things.

But I guess sunny skies & summer highs qualifies as an angsty ending simply because of the cliffhanger (and yes, there is still going to be a continuation, I'm working on it 🙈).

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

Choosing one out of 160 is really hard, but I think tell me, will you stay or will you run away is definitely one that deserves a mention here, because it already has a happy ending and then the epilogue just makes it even better 🥰

Do you get hate on fics?

Not commented on the fic itself, no. I've had some people talk shit about my fics on twitter, though, and not even vaguely but calling me by (user)name.

Do you write smut?

Is grass green? Yeah, I write smut 🤭 Thanks to two times kinktober, I have 95 explicit fics, by far the most used rating for my fics.

Craziest crossover:

let's have some fun tonight is my 9-1-1/Schitt's Creek crossover fic for 9-1-1 Rarepair Week, and my only crossover fic

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My head over feet Buddie valentine's two-parter got posted as one chapter in Wattpad work with over 30 fics once. Filed a DMCA and Wattpad took it down within two hours.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two of my fics have been translated into Russian afaik, one on ao3 and one on Ficbook

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope. It may be a nice challenge for the future? Not sure who I'd do it with.

All time favourite ship?

Gotta go for Buddie on that one, lol. Especially if you look at my writing history. But I often tend to hyperfixate on one ship at a time (current reading obsession is McDanno)

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Buck's POV of if love is art then you might be my masterpiece. I really want to, but at this point it's been two years since the original so I don't know if it'd be worth it either. (I know not everyone was happy about how I ended it, but I doubt any of them are still waiting for more). Writing a different POV of the same fic takes an amount of planning that my brain just really struggles with. And I could pick up where the last chapter (before the epilogue) picks up, but I think that way there would be some crucial information about Buck missing.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told quite a lot of times that I am good at keeping characters, well, in character, even when putting them in partial or complete AU's. Of course, what is in character or not is subjective, but I do always challenge myself to work as much of the canon backstory and personality into who they are in the AU as possible.

And I like to think I'm pretty good at writing smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at pacing, which multiple of my long fics prove. It'll be drawn out first and then suddenly rushing. And being ESL I do struggle with things like sentence structure and grammar pretty regularly still.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

As long as there is some kind of translation provided somewhere I like it, but I'm not so quick to use it myself. Not beyond a few Spanish words here and there (generally pet names between Eddie and his family we've seen on the show or the occasional curse word when I feel it fits better than an English one, but I usually need to employ help from Spanish-speaking friends for those).

First fandom you wrote in?

Shameless! I binged that right before I started 9-1-1 and combined with the creative writing minor I was doing, it was actually what got me back into writing in general and what made me write my first ever fic.

Favorite fic you've written?

My in your arms i feel safe-series (which I always lovingly refer to as the ace kink fic) is definitely one of my favorites simply because of how personal it is to me and for the reason behind me writing it in the first place.

Other strong contenders are i would've loved you forever (it's never enough but i wanted it to be) and i'm begging you, come home to me (Teen Wolf, Thiam)

tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck

[bloopitynoot]

Shadowgast Bakery/Coffee/Tea Shop Au's I Love

Okay I promised this after the Shadowgast Fics that made me Ugly Cry list, but instead I ended up doing a Space Opera-AU list. OOPS.

That's fine - it gave me some extra time to read again for this list!

So here it is, in all it's fluff and glory - some of the Bakery/Coffee Shop Shadowgast AU's that I love.

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Starting with the longer forms:

1 Labor of Love

Labor of Love (43331 words) by OMGitsgreen (let me know if you know their tumblr so I can tag!) Chapters: 6/6 Rating: Mature Summary: "He still looked devastatingly attractive in every possible way and it wasn’t fair because he looked like he had just rolled out of the bed. Essek needed at least an hour in the morning to talk himself into being even vaguely pleasant. “Oh! Guten Morgen, and welcome back to the Xhorhaus Bakery,” Caleb said, a certain pleasant crinkle to his expression. He was smiling a soft, gentle smile that caught Essek off guard. “What can I get you this morning?” At Xhorhaus Bakery, where the Mighty Nein bake up Rosohna's most delectable treats, magic is something that is in the air. For Essek Theylss, there might just be love there too. COMPLETED

Why I loved it: This is one of my favourite fluffy fics. It's the passion for magic, the softness in the baking, and the transformation of lonely-to-in-love Essek that has my heart. This is truly a comfort fic for me, it's just so unbelievably sweet.

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2 always the lonely ones know

always the lonely ones know (19348 words) by jolychetta/@hearthianhatchling Chapters: 6/6 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Essek Thelyss doesn't like unexpected changes, but when his usual coffee shop is replaced by a new one, he has no idea how much his life is about to be shaken up. He should hate the Chaos Crew Café and its people, but he keeps returning every day. It definitely has nothing to do with the handsome barista who served him the first day. In the following weeks, everything unravels - Essek's life, his feelings, and the friends he suddenly finds himself having. Learning to become your better self is hard work, it turns out.

What I loved about it: This fic gave me that perfect taste of the "I don't care about the results of my actions but oh no, I have friends and I think I developed a conscious" but also "this iced mocha is life changing". I loved the entirety of this fic, it was as much a fluffy coffee shop au as it was a story of unlearning and coming to terms with your actions. I almost wish it was a longer slow burn!

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3 read between the lines (Everything is gradual)

read between the lines (everything is gradual) (3047 words) by Chanse @spottedenchants Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Series: Part 1 of in which caleb owns a cat café Summary: Caleb’s gaze roams, his eyes narrowing in a manner Essek can only deem analytic. If this was all a hazing prank-- “You are Jester’s… acquaintance?” Lovely. Even better. His reputation precedes him. - AKA a fateful encounter is had on one sunny day in Nicodranas

What I love about this: This is part one in a hefty cat café universe (I know it says one chapter but I think there are at least like 14 parts??)- and all of it is absolutely adorable. Caleb owning a magical cat café is honestly the most wholesome and expected thing. You've got the high strung disaster hot boy, you've got the mostly confident ginger magic man just interacting so awkwardly. If you like disaster first encounters that evolve into the cutest of relationships- this entire universe is for you. Oh and also, in later parts, Frumpkin is in charge of the cats and his thoughts are a jellicle dream.

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On to the shorts list!

(not that these are short listed- rather they are literally just shorter in word count fics)

4 The Nicodranas Harbor

The Nicodranas Harbor (2220 words) by TheBeeIsLost (if you know them here please let me know so I can tag them!) Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Essek didn't want to be here, but he didn't have a choice in the matter. after weeks of keeping himself cooped up in his own home he decides to finally go out and see what all the fuss about this city is. He found a bit more than he thought he would.

What I loved about it: This fic was an absolute whirlwind. Essek leaves the house one time and stumbles upon a ginger wizard barista who has him completely rattled. Very short, very sweet, and Essek Thelyss will be back.

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5 serve with lemon and honey

Serve with lemon and honey ((1032 words) by quothhh (if you know them here let me know so I can tag!). Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen and up Audiences Summary: "I don't suppose you can brew me anything stronger than chai today?" Essek asks as he sits at his regular seat along the bar, fingers rubbing at the Ludinus-shaped migraine already pulsing between his temples.

Caleb laughs and tucks his book under the counter. "Ja, actually, I think I can.”

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In which Caleb Widogast is definitely just a barista and Essek Thelyss definitely isn't a Dynasty spy.

What I love about this: The absolute wizard flirting is so lovely in this fic. It is in two parts! I do wish this world was explored more, it would have made a lovely longform. But as it is, it is wonderful. Just two- normal- absolutely not magical, absolutely not a spy, guys, just at a teashop/art gallery/bookstore/apothecary. Oh and there's a recipe in the notes of the first part *chefs kiss*.

________ And as always- I will happily accept shadowgast recs and theme recommendations for future lists! Up next: I want to do a corporate/business AU list.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Hello hello! How are you? :3

I would like to ask how Valka and Stoick (separately) would get along with the reader (fem or gn), it may be before or after entering into a relationship with hiccup

Thank you so much! I like very much how you write <33

All The Ways I Could Have Known You (And Some Of The Ways I Didn’t)

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Reader

Three verses, six parents and their many varied opinions.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, GN!reader, unserious, distant/amiable!Valka, Standoffish!Stoick, unintentionally unkind, distantly supportive, multiple verses

Valka Haddock; Always the Angel, Never the God

Valka looked off to the side, where you had taken to sharpening a shard of wood to an extremely sharp point with a chip of a rock you had found lying around in her great sanctuary. She was grateful for the company, though at times it seemed as if you violently abhorred it.

Valka Haddock; Sorry, But I think I lost Your Plot (AU)

Valka sighed, leaning to the side against her dragon.

She stayed the proper distance away as she knew her son was unsure about her in turn, as a new stranger intruding in on his life. Valka had the small inkling that he didn’t quite yet believe that she was his mother. It was an outlandish thing to have happened so out of the blue.

She watched and observed, as her teen son frolicked with his dragon in the grass. You also watched from the other side, a distant and unsure speck to her eye. It looked as if you’d just settled down, finally with respite from your neverending list of chores and odd jobs.

It was sunny out. She wanted deeply to learn about her son and see what kind of person he had grown into in her absence. She supposed she learned a bit about your distant relationship to him as a result.

In truth, she didn’t have much of an opinion on you. She couldn’t say much on account of not having been there for most of Hiccup’s life. She didn’t know much about you or your character.

She did her best to be amiable, alongside grieving the fact that her son had grown so far apart from her.

Valka Haddock; Floret

She didn’t think much of you, think and swaddled in furs. Just that you were awfully frail and squirrlish at times. Your only interaction had been when you had knocked into each other once in town, and barely a word or a few had been spoken afterwards.

You were just a distant acquaintance of his at best, to her knowledge. Not too close, not someone she saw or would know deeply just from being around. She supposed it might benefit to be closer to her son, the kind soul he was, and the kind soul you seemed to be. She couldn’t be completely sure, as the opportunities to get to know you were sparse if not barely there at the best of times. The two of you were both loners, though she was beginning to assimilate again as an outlying member of the community.

She hadn’t known when you passed, the news coming from her son himself a long while after, when it seemed he had gathered his bearings enough to talk about it, vaguely bringing up your name while staring off with unseeing eyes over a wide field of pansies.

Valka stared out over the grasses with him, wondering what she had missed.

Stoick The Vast; Sorry, But I Think I Lost Your Plot

Stoick clapped Hiccup on the back, catching him quickly just before he was able to flee, face red and you half walked half stumble-ran your way down the hill to their house.

He didn’t know as much about his son as he would have liked, as he realized, so his fancy for you was not necessarily surprising, but it was also something he very much didn’t expect. 

His son liked someone. And that was a good thing. It was something good to know.

He remembered his days from when he was younger, chasing skirts. And then pants, pants. Whichever term was more appropriately fitting. Hiccup’s mother was an odd one, that woman. But she was very much dear to his heart.

Come to speak of it, you wore pants… Hiccup took after his father. Stoick decided that he would take pride in that.

Stoick The Vast; Always the Angel, Never the God

 He was worried you were a bad influence on his son. He held not much besides apathy and a silent, barely-there disapproval. You were a lot like Hiccup, after all.

You had always been nothing more than a distant, rarely mentioned name slightly before and since Toothless, though not because of a lack of care on Hiccup’s part. Stoick regretted that they had never spoken as much as he should have facilitated. Even after they had come to speaking terms, Hiccup hadn’t shared much of his private life. He couldn’t help but think that the last bit was partially his fault.

You knew much more about him than he knew about you.

When you disappeared, he didn’t notice, your identity and life on Berk was lost somewhere in between brief mentions by Hiccup and lonely, empty, cloudy skies.

Stoick The Vast; Floret

Stoick sat on his chair, a large wooden and respectable thing, sitting by the remains of a once burning fire. He spent times like this deep in though, planning for the village and preparing himself for the hardships ahead. Sometimes, he thought about his son, and about the lives of other people.

Some of those people said he was standoffish and uncertain by both name and nature, be it to friend or foe. Those who actually knew him knew that was untrue. He was reasonable to a point, as all people are. 

However, both reason and distrust can only be truly applied to familiar things, and you were nothing if not unfamiliar. 

Nobody wanted to get close to you. Stoick didn’t hold such superstitions. As chief, he wasn’t in a place to. Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t hold to that kind of thing. You just weren’t a part of his circle, even peripherally.

He knew you as a friend of Hiccup’s, that was all. A part of his life that continued to go unnoticed even after Hiccup himself hadn’t, finally. You just were. So it was not out of any malicious intent that you were not one of the things he thought about. 

[revoleotion]

Yeah so I will now post oc stuff because. Eh. They will be relevant in the writing I did for an advent calendar!!

And also. For any asks. Wink wink.

Dawn

My beloved. You know him. Ex Chiss sky-walker, now obsessed with a Grysk that was supposed to be his enemy. Gay and trans. Doesn't sleep enough. In bg3, he's also very normal about Emperor (totally normal). In any DND setting, he's a drow wild magic sorcerer but doesn't realize it, so he thinks he's in a warlock pact (he isn't, his Grysk friend just enhances his natural magic and makes it easier to use).

Ellana

My first Inquisitor. In any settings where I use Fen as my Inquisitor, she just worked for the Inquisition. Married to Lace Harding, chaotic as hell, proud lesbian that fucks all her friends (and non-friends) for the connection but feels no attraction to men. Is somehow the least normal about Solas.

Fen

Created to romance Solas, somehow turned something more. Childhood friend of Raven (see guest stars) who went missing at some point and who Fen is convinced was killed. After Raven's transformation, Fen is (at first) incapable of recognizing them and Raven can't tell her. No matter the AU, they reunite eventually, and start being so normal about each other. Fen is actually a fantastic liar, most of all to herself. She isn't even mad about Solas' world ending plans, she just wishes he would've been honest about it (which is in turn also very hypocritical of her because she filed down her entire personality to be more likable). In one AU, she actually dates both Solas and Raven, but all others end with her being bitter towards Solas. After losing her hand, she uses a mage hand instead.

Elxian

[On the right, art done by @angryducktimemachine !! I hope that was ok to put here, otherwise I'll link your posts directly once I figure out how!]

Economics studies alumni and bard. Constantly making jokes. Is as annoying as half-elven-ly possible in order to scare off people who would've left anyways after having enough of her. Deeply insecure but overplays it by being loud and charming. Is terrified of accepting that she is trans because she thinks she doesn't deserve it on account of her privilege and uncaring attitude (that in her eyes "ruined everything"). Janosch also has some more fanart on his account!!! She's. Wife.

Also she's suffering from a curse that she can't ever have sex. I mean other than the BWL student one.

John & Sunny

Part of OG projects, so I will stay vague. Imagine goddess turning someone immortal and having no way to undo it, and guy (now immortal) who's not handling it well. I also mentioned them in Alliance, if anyone remembers!!!

Fleur

An NPC and part of Love's (see guest stars) backstory! Imagine Misono Servamp if he became the God of Spite after escaping his home. Fleur used to be a wizard and was terminally ill, so in order to actually live, he took a shot at being immortal. Has a habit of punching people. Including Mystra and God!Gale.

Elsa-Mathilda Westwater

Author and Devotion Paladin. Thinks the author part is obviously more important. Obsessed with ansurbalduran and is writing the dnd schoete (Schiller/Goethe) equivalent of that. Always looks grumpy but trying her best. Sunny is actually her goddess!

Guest stars

Raven

Where do I even start. Raven is... a Death Cleric. Also, somehow, Withers' weed dealer and his chosen (because of the weed, not the death cleric stuff). In bg3, Withers saved them from transforming into an illithid but in turn hat to craft them a new body (which turned out to be a tiefling). Unfortunately, this resulted in them losing their memory of him.

In any other universes, Withers saved them from another event that killed them. They used to be elven before.

Love

Paladin of Fleur, great ignorer of his own grief and loneliness, and even better liar. Think Snow Lily if Misono became a God somehow.

[r0ug3pri5m]

The Apocalypse au

🔲 General background:

The story takes place in a chain store built by Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in a city in country A. The usual activities are daytime and nighttime stage performances. In fact, each play only has three characters, because in this AU, like the original work, the sun and moon share the same body, which can be converted according to natural light. Bloodmoon is an individual, and Eclipse have his own entities.At first, the daycare center did not have Bloodmoon, Eclipse played the villain before Blood Moon arrived. He was originally quite versatile, proficient in physical exercises and using swords and spears, but after Blood Moon arrived, playing a new script reduced his fighting role, so his abilities became increasingly rusty. As the commuting time on weekdays decreased during solar eclipses, he used his free time to self-study divination (he loved all mysterious and supernatural factors). In order to cater to the children's preferences (which may be a more reasonable excuse from someone), Blood Moon was invited to replace the villain position of Eclipse. In the script, he played the cruel and unruly king, with Sun and Moon being soldiers and archers who were ordered to assassinate the tyrant. They were very popular among children and even nicknamed (Smiley Knight/Frost Moon Archer). Of course, there are also some children who like Bloodmoon, which is why after Blood Moon began his tyranny in the later stage, he would prefer the term 'Sir Bloodmoon' instead of 'king'. This is the honorific title given to him by his children who like him. He wants to make his subjects feel close to the people while exercising his tyranny, in order to further utilize it. He does not have much hostility towards the children, Perhaps he thinks this group poses little threat to his plan, and he likes to scare them for fun.On the evening of Bloodmoon's seventh performance, Moon first realized something was wrong with Blood Moon (or perhaps he had been pretending to be too perfect). Out of long-term interests and a bit of his own quirk, Blood Moon left a mark on Moon's face (which is also the origin of the scars on Sun/Moon's face)

🔲 Timeline:

prophase

↓ (Blood Moon Arrives)

mid-term

↓ (Rebellion and Change)

later stage

↓ (Destruction and Conquest)

Genesis

↓ (Prosperity)

The Apocalypse

🔲 Main Role:

🗡 Sun/ 🏹 Moon/ 🍷 Bloodmoon is a new batch of electronic toys designed with paint color changes based on the original Sun/Moon model. In this AU, 🔮 Eclipse has entities.

🗡 Sun:

Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, orange, yellow, and blue (there are too many colors on his pants, giving a rainbow like feeling).

•He has good swordsmanship. Whenever he performs, you will see him carrying his Western sword and shield with him. The sword is a performance tool, so it cannot cause substantial damage.

•He always squints and smiles, even when facing enemies. He wants to leave an impression of a brave and confident sunny boy.

•The scar Bloodmoon left on his left eye made him feel more like a tough guy. He secretly liked it, but it couldn't stop him from disgusting Bloodmoon.

•Character: lively, optimistic, brave, humorous, competitive, outgoing, and talkative.

• Hobbies: Interacting with children, practicing swordsmanship, covering Moon like a brother (but in fact Moon has a more mature mind), sharing daily updates with Moon, beer (not good but fond of drinking), keep himself clean and handsome.

🏹 Moon:

Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly in blue, purple, and beige.

•He is skilled in archery, with a shooting rate of not 100%, but close to it. Although he knows he is an actor and has low expectations, his perfectionism drives him to do his best, and he also has a vague premonition that he will come in handy one day.

•He has good accuracy and using a good gun is not a problem for him, although he has not had any contact before in the later stage.

•He is not suitable for close combat, and if he is discovered by the enemy and is very close, he has little ability to fight back.

•Character: Brave, cautious, astute, introverted, and steady.

• Hobbies: keep a diary , watch the children play and fight at a high place, watch the outside world through the glass, snow, Gingerbread man, Eggnog, and tell the children about the legend of Christmas.

🍷 Bloodmoon:

•Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, white, black, and gray, seemingly symbolizing something.

• He is skilled in using all kinds of firearms and has a good sabre technique.

•He likes to look at others with a smile on his face, full of malice. Sometimes his ferocious smile combined with his blood red eyes can make people feel creepy.

•His performance prop is a royal scepter, although it is simulated, he does not dislike it, just look good. Before the later stage, the small bag around his waist had always been a place to hold knives. Before the later stage, he often carried two knives, one was a simulated dagger used for perfunctory performances, and the other was a Malay sword.

•In an inconspicuous corner of his room, the wall was filled with traces he had carved to calculate the date. He calculated everything so meticulously that he had already properly reserved the rest place the first time.

•When he first arrived, the solar eclipse had a partnership with him,He is calm and skilled in disguise, always carefully observing everything around him. He is very concerned about Sun and Moon, and also closely monitoring their every move.

•Character: arrogant, ruthless, hypocritical, stubborn, suspicious, trustworthy, cunning, and rebellious.

• Preferences: Tequila, billiards, gambling, pranks, tasting the expression of the enemy's pain and despair, torturing/playing/challenging the enemy, wandering around for fun.

🔮 Eclipse:

• Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, yellow, and black

•He played the only villain role before the arrival of Blood Moon, and even if he had some malice towards Sun/Moon off stage, he would not take the initiative to trouble them unless they met on a narrow path. Compared to this, he is more focused on his own affairs.

•He doesn't like the vast majority of children, feeling that they are too noisy and difficult to discipline. Most children run away when they see him, and there is no opportunity for communication. He won't do anything to children, and he is very gentle towards those quiet and obedient children.

•The tobacco he smokes has a refreshing fragrance that is harmless to the human body but can create some illusions.

•Character: pragmatic, independent, shrewd, withdrawn, and gentle.

• Hobbies: Alone, quiet and enclosed small space, smoking a special type of tobacco, studying theology and metaphysics, meeting his guardian every day and chatting, playing chess, decorating his own room.