#we already had a wip self indulgent of him

[headmateelevator]

hello can we have an Vincent From dead plate please (Please tell me I spelled, his name correctly)

order up!

name(s) - Vincent , Vince (if incredibly close.) , Flay , Adam , Viscera , Athanasius , Read , Red , Reid , Seth , Victor , Damian , Declan , Misfortune , Loki , Dorian , Ares , Rose , Thorn , Eryth , Erith , Pierce , Carmine , Crimson , Ruby , Carnelian , Red , Rhesus , Carrion , Marrow.

pronouns - he / him / it / one / e / em / ve / vem / rot / vamp / decay / ado / adore / blood / vile / sin / vi / flesh / bleed / slash / wine.

gender(s) - male , bloodyspiral , bloodyheartgoric , cionláidic, hauntmour , consumlovic , decayedgender , slaughterlexic.

orientations - gay , cannibalistic attraction.

role(s) - chef , ED holder , violent urge holder , anger holder.

species - human.

source(s) - Vincent Charbonneau , Dead Plate.

emoji(s) - 🔪 , 🍽️ , 🥩 , 🍖 , 🔥 , ❤️‍🔥 (is the fire joke in poor taste. maybe.)

likes - cooking , clean spaces , quiet areas , reading , sourcemates , going on homebuying sites and criticizing peoples kitchens , constructive criticism , lemons.

dislikes - loud people , dirty areas , ugly kitchens , dirty or cheap cookwear , fires getting out of hand , getting his hands messy , procrastination.

front triggers - his source or sourcemates , the body needing to eat or cook something , large fires or mentions of them , work needing to be done.

personality description - a blunt and serious alter , he can be polite and charismatic if the situation calls for it , and he can be cold , erratic and unpredictable in the next. though he shows at least a small amount of consideration for others feelings , and he will try not to be overly rude. he prefers to keep to himself most times , and would prefer to not speak to too many people , usually preferring to only speak to one or two people at a time if he must.

typing quirk - responds with simple, one word to a sentence responses when texting or writing, preferring to keep things short and concise when possible, but can send large messages wen the situation calls for it.

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[writingmeraki]

here and now.

a kim mingyu drabble !

pairing : secret!agent!mingyu x secret!agent!reader, established relationship ( they are married )

genre : angsty with fluff :)

warnings : reader is pretty miserable, cussing, cheol is mean but annoying mean, petnames, kissing, unhealthy routines.

author's note : ohhh i can't let go of these two, i rlly jst like this au a lot lol, i wonder if you would want more set in this same au, lmk hehe :) hope you like this !! but also the fact that i have other wips but i can't get this specific couple out of my head ???? very self indulgent bcoz tell me why i want this mingyu with me rn. also third work this month...let's hope we keep balling like that!!!

set in the SAME universe as this !

word count : 1.6k

The world was miserable.

You wanted to curl up in a ball and just lay in your bed, sleeping until you could no longer differentiate between reality and dreamland.

But alas, you couldn’t. As an agent, sleep to you was like a reward. One would think a need should never be something you get once in a while but, your job was practically making all your essentials feel like rewards. 

Mayhaps not the healthiest, but you were already used to it and your body as well, so you were not truly affected when you couldn’t get any of your essentials. 

Though, you were sure the world felt more miserable because you hadn’t seen him in so long.

Kim Mingyu, the man you married. Your husband.Your other half, your other puzzle piece, your other- you get the point. Six months, twelve days, and ten hours since you last saw him. 

He was gone on a mission that was supposed to take no less than a month, but who were you kidding? Who was your boss kidding? Top priority missions always took up time. 

The thing that still pisses you off is why you weren’t allowed to go with him. 

Apparently, you were needed back in Seoul and not there was the bullshit reason. You spent enough time being annoyed and angry at that, now you just felt terribly upset. Upset without him in your life physically, sure virtually he was one message away, but being on the complete opposite side of the globe also meant time zones were a pain in the ass.

Sighing, you made your way into the tall building disguised as one of the offices but it was where your agency was. You held a cup of coffee, that was just as bitter as your mood, in fact you didn’t even like coffee, but today you felt no point in trying to uplift your mood because the only thing that would was a certain person who you were not even sure when you’d meet. 

It was not you who felt this way, in fact Mingyu was probably feeling worse. Having been someone whose love language was physical affection, it did not feel the same through a fucking screen. He was ready to quit actually, three months into it because he terribly wanted to see you, but you convinced him he’d be back sooner if he finished it. 

You knew you were lying to him and yourself, but you had no choice. This was your duty right? 

The boss’ office was still as peculiar as he was, never failing to amuse you whenever you’d enter and always finding new collections or items decorating it. Today, you saw an art piece that was of the sun and the moon. 

Everything reminded you of him. He was your sun, even your moon too. 

You frowned more at the thought, wondering how the heck were you not able to not think of him for a few minutes. Then again, perhaps being together for more than a decade would do the trick. You’re practically bound permanently by that point. 

Sitting down on the cushion chair in front of Seungcheol, you didn’t even bother greeting him, still in thoughts until you heard a chuckle from in front of you. 

“What’s funny?”

“You look extra miserable today.” 

You glared at the man, annoyance changing into anger with retorts about how he’d feel if he was kept away from his partner for this long, considering he was someone who was pretty boastful about his partner. 

“But- I did not call you for that. I have a special mission for you. And no, I don’t have any updates on Mingyu.”

You groaned at his words, considering what he said was just getting worse and worse as he spoke. 

“For this though, you’ll have someone with you. You’ll be needing another person to complete this task. They should be arriving in a few minutes.” 

“Please don’t be a rookie, I don’t have the patience to deal with one, not right now.” You figured you couldn’t not do it. It was your job after all. But perhaps he’d be a little considerate. 

“Oh don’t worry, I think they are pretty experienced, maybe even more than you.” He grinned but you couldn’t quite put a finger on what he meant. His eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t tell. 

“Just say you hate me, Cheol. It’s easier.” You bitterly spat out, taking a sip of the now cold coffee and frowning in distaste. It seemed it was up to par with your state. 

You leaned back, looking at the watch on your wrist, seeing it’s been a few minutes already and wondering just how long this person would take. 

You tried to pinpoint who it possibly was, but you were never good with names of people you might have seen in passing. That was more of Mingyu’s thing, he always remembered the forgettable things. 

The sound of the door opening was what made you perk up. You sat a little straighter, feeling like perhaps you shouldn’t make it outwardly obvious to the entire population how you were truly feeling. 

Seeing the chair pull, you didn’t bother looking besides you, feeling that seeing them from the corner of your eye was enough. They were a little further from you, but you could tell they were quite…large? They were wearing a cap and a mask, practically their entire body was covered with a black coat. It was suspicious and you just wondered if this was just an excuse for Seungcheol to have you murdered in a discreet way. 

Seokmin…? No, he's almost my height, probably Chan? 

You didn’t even realise the person had taken your coffee, pulled off their mask,took a sip of it and almost spat it out. 

“Baby this is actually so disgusting, since when did you drink this?” 

Wait.

You recognised that voice. 

He kept the cup back down on the table in front of you, wearing that very very familiar ring on his left ring finger. 

You think your brain short circuited at that very moment. 

Now you knew why Seungcheol had a sly grin. 

The fucker planned this. 

In all his glory, Kim Mingyu sat beside you, now seeing no point in wearing the cap, he tossed it off and threw it on the table. He shuffled his hair, which was now longer than you last saw it.

“Missed me?” He had the audacity to say that with his stupid canines peaking out, wearing that stupid grin that made you feel giddy all over and the stupid glint in his eyes that shone as he took you in.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Mingyu for making you feel like throwing up in all mixes of emotions. 

So in the mix of it, you just remained frozen. Eyes blank, nothing on your face physically to indicate any emotion. 

“I’ll leave you two…just don’t do…stuff.” Seungcheol retorted and your hands itched to strangle him. 

Before you could even comprehend you were now alone, you felt your chair being pulled to face him. Your mind still in disbelief and conflict.

“Hi.” He spoke gently, his hands now reaching towards yours and grasping them. It had been way too long since he smelt your signature perfume, held your hands in his with the same intensity, felt your touch. He thinks he might just die in peace now. 

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’m dreaming.” You murmured as you blinked slowly at him, still unmoving even though he now was bent down and closer to you.

The grin on his face widened as he leaned in, and next thing you know, you felt his lips on yours. 

Familiar…just like…home. 

He pulled back, still smiling as he softly laughed, “Real enough, darling?”

Mingyu wasn’t someone who was caught off-guard easily but he was the moment you launched forward and wrapped your arms around him. He yelped as he held you, surprisingly not toppling over.

You didn’t even grasp you were full on sobbing at that point, your entire body shaking and held you even more tightly. He stood up, one arm around your waist and the other gently rubbing your back. 

“I’m here now, I’m here.” He whispered softly as his hand caressed your hair, you moved your arms to wrap them over his shoulder as you placed your head in the crook of his neck. 

“i-i really-” missed you. I felt incomplete without you. I just…I really missed you. I really fucking love you.

You wanted to say as cheesy as it may have sounded, but cheesiness be darned you couldn’t hold back, not when the time apart made you realise that it didn’t matter if it was just another way of showing your love for him. You also realised Kim Mingyu deserved all possible ways of showing your love for him.

“I know, ‘s okay baby, I know.” You only sobbed harder as you pulled back, not caring how you looked, probably a whole mess with red eyes and tears all over, his arms were still around you as you held his face with both hands. 

He was there. You thought as you caressed his cheeks. He was there. You thought as he looked at you like he’d finally found his treasure,eyes twinkling, smiling at you.

And he was there, right there, with you as you tilted your head up, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his. 

Because no matter what or how long, Kim Mingyu would always find his way back to you, his other forever half. 

And oh, you’d make sure he was never apart from you from then on. Not even for a day. 

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[house-of-hamartia]

WEDNESDAY WIP

(this is an old wip that I wrote in 2021. It takes place in a Modern AU with Dorothea as the heiress to the Starrick Criminal Empire and Shay as her bodyguard (and secretly the killer hired by a rival family to kill her). It was purely self-indulgent smutty smut on my part. lolol)

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(….)

"Sorry to be the harbinger of bad news, Poppet, but this is the last room available,"

Dorothea looked up from her phone, as her eyes grew wider with each passing second. That couldn’t be possible. She must have misheard. She couldn’t have lost her luggage AND not have a room all in the same day.

“Beg your pardon?" she cleared her voice, hoping to have just heard wrong.

She searched for Shay’s dark eyes, hoping to find a different answer in them. But the look on the man’s angular face just confirmed that she had indeed heard right the first time.

"I said that I went to talk with the night receptionist - disagreeable lad, let me tell you- and he said that this-" and he waved his hand toward the door "It's the only room they have,"

Dorothea didn't answer right away, turning to look at the door as if it had the power to actually turn to life and bite her head off. She wrinkled her nose, feeling her palm sweating.

She had to fight the impulse to dry them against the white dress she was wearing. It was couture, for crying out loud.

"Tell me-“ she babbled, swallowing hard. “-tell me at least it's a double bed-" He shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face. Her face grew purple upon hearing that. Bloody hell. She knew it would end up like this. SHE KNEW IT. Leave it to her luck to give her exactly what she wanted - time alone with Shay - in the most embarrassing way. Clearing her voice, she tried to ignore the prickling warmth of her cheeks. "Very well, then. I will leave this room to you and find a place in another hotel-" "I already asked about it for myself, Poppet, and they are fully booked everywhere nearby. You know, with the Eurovision going on and all," Shay tilted his head as he crossed his arms against his chest. “B´sides, where you go I go. Your father wouldn’t be happy to be informed that I wasn’t doing the job he hired me for,”

Dorothea sighed, try with all her might to ignore her burning cheeks.

He had a point.

She looked once more her telephone, her eyes falling on the three smiling faces that were looking back at her.

She felt a surge of irritation run to her head.

She should have never accepted Charles and Phillip’s offer to make the reservation to the hotel for her, and knowing the penchant her cousins had to be nosy little buggers - especially when her sentimental life was concerned- they probably did it on purpose.

They knew that she had the biggest crush on Shay.

They KNEW IT.

So leave it to them to do precisely the opposite of what she asked, and not push her to reveal what she felt for Shay.

No, worse than that.

Leave it to them to put her in a situation where she would be closer than she had ever been to him.

Feeling Shay’s dark eyes on herself, she turned to look at him, as a strangled giggle left her throat.

What in the world was that sound she had just made? She thought, cursing herself with all her might.

“Just-just a moment. I need to send a message to my father to let him know we arrived,” she mumbled, before turning to tap furiously away on her mobile phone.

‘The moment I am back home, I am going to kill you both! That’s a PROMISE.’

And she would be sure to go through with that promise.

When she realized that Shay was still looking at her, she tried to relax her features, clearing her voice to regain her composure.

"Very well, then," she said, avoiding his eyes. " Shall we?"

With a small bow and a small smirk on his face, Shay opened his arm wide, letting her lead the way.

"After you, Princess."

Feeling her face growing even hotter, she used the magnetic card and pulled the handle. When she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn toward the bed.

It was a tad bigger than what she had imagined, but still too small than what she had liked.

Her heart started to beat in her chest now that the realization that he was going to be in the same bed with her.

She pursed her lips, looking at Shay from the corner of her eyes.

“Oh Dear God,” she thought again, as she glanced at his strong arms, the way his black shirt wrapped his chest and half tucked away in his jeans, her eyes pausing for one moment on his crotch, hidden under dark jeans, before forcing herself to look at the ceiling.

Dorothea knew she would never survive the night.

Not with him that close to her.

"I-I think I will go have a shower," she muttered under her breath, and before he could say anything, she had already disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

With her back against the door, trying to take deep breaths, she took the phone out of her pocket, and quickly dialed Phillip's number.

He picked up at the second ring.

"Dor-"

"Phillip, I swear on your mother’s grave that the moment I am back to London I am going to strangle you with my own hands! What were you thinking?"

He heard him chuckle on the other side.

"Did you like my surprise?"

"Liked it? LIKED IT?” she hissed through her teeth, moving away from the door hoping that Shay did not hear her. “You know damn well what I feel for him! What the hell am I suppose to do with him now? In a room with just one bed?"

She heard him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and the irritation in her chest grew tenfold.

"You are the creative one in the family, cousin. And you got him for yourself all night. Better yet, for all the weekend. This is your occasion to finally get out of this limbo you put yourself into.”

(……)

While Dorothea was busy taking her shower, Shay had ordered room service. He knew Dorothea was vegetarian - at least he thought she was, if all the time he had accompanied her to various social events were any indication - so he had settled down ordering a pizza for both of them.

As he waited, he sat on the small bed, and looked at it. Damn it all, it was small.

He wasn't as big as Connor, but even then, there was barely enough space for both him and Dorothea.

His mouth was dry, as he tried to figure out how they would manage to get to sleep.

What if he snored and woke her up?

What if he drooled?

What if..

He tried not to imagine her body against his own, tried not to think at the obvious effect she would have on him while being in his arms.

He rubbed his eyes, because, what a fucking luck.

"Shay?" He heard her call him from the bathroom.

He jumped a little, absorbed as he was in his thoughts.

"Yes, Poppet?"

"Is my luggage here? Did they find it by any chance?”

"Unfortunately no, Poppet. Didn’t hear anything from the airport nor the reception, so I’m afraid your luggage is still lost,"

He heard her sighing from behind the door, and felt his stomach grip as he tried not to think about her completely naked, trying with all his might to stop his mind to run *precisely* to where it would always go each night before he fell asleep. He kneeled beside his own old, worn-out backpack, and took out an old t-shirt - a memento from a Led Zeppelin concert he went to with Edward and Ezio once- and a pair of men’s trunks.

He knocked at the door of the bathroom, and it opened just a smidgen, Dorothea's face peeking through the crack.

He swallowed hard when he saw her, the steam still rising from her wet skin, droplets of water still on her shoulder, her silver-blond hair plastered against her cheek-still tinted of bright red.

"H-here, you can use this for the night," he said, trying to sound normal. "I figured you might want something to-to wear underneath."

She unraveled the clothes and when he saw his undergarments, she blushed from her cheeks to her neck, eyes growing wide. She stood quiet, looking at the garments as if they had the power of bite her.

"I-Thank you, Shay. I will - I will dress now." she said, keeping the clothes to her chest and closing the door behind her.

Shay huffed at himself.

'Great, Shay, now she'll think you are a weirdo that gives underwear around,' he thought, rolling his eyes. It took all his strength not to facepalm himself. (...........)

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"Goodnight," she murmured, giving him her back, as she faced the wall, leaning her burning forehead agains the cool wall, hoping to calm down, if only for a little bit. Shay gave her his back as well, despite wanting to do the exact contrary, and but tried to make himself as small as possible, to give her enough space to turn, if she wanted to. They were both lying straight as fuses, as uncomfortable as they could be, not daring to move one inch, afraid as they were to touch more of the other. Shay tried to ignore his gallopping heart in his chest and tried to close his eyes and drift into sleep, but all he could think about was the floral perfume of shampoo that came from her hair. He clenched his fist, as he tried not to think about his fingers running through those locks. They stood like that for what seemed an eternity, neither of them truly able to fall asleep, both of them thinking about the other. "What a situation, eh?" Dorothea heard him say as he chuckled under his breath. "Like one in those cheesy movies Lucia always denies to watch," she answered back with a smile. They both looked over their shoulders at the same time, dark eyes reflecting into a steel blue one, and both let out a loud laugh. She turned on her other side, now facing his broad back. Dorothea bit her lip, her hand moving toward his back without her even realizing what she was doing.

She lightly brushed her fingertips against the shirt, forcing herself not to fully caress him, despite how much she wanted it to. She brought her hand back to her chest when she saw him turning on his side as well, now facing her, his eyes looking straight into hers, the beams of the sun finally setting reflecting into them despite being already almost midnight. She could still clearly see the scar that ran through his eyes. "Looks like we're in for a long, sleepless night," he murmured, bringing one arm under his head. "Looks like it," she whispered back, her breath hitching in her throat when she saw him scooting closer. She had never been so close to him, so close that she could feel him breathing against her skin. "My shirt looks good on you," he chuckled, snuggling his face against his arm, a soft lock of dark hair falling on his eye. Dorothea felt her breath catch in her throat. "I-" she mumbled. She was always ready with a witty comeback, a way to get herself out of small moments of embarassment. But now, with him so close to her she could see all his expression lines, his cologne filling her nostril, she couldn't thinkg of anything, her mind only filled with thoughts of him. "Thank you." She blushed, averting her eyes. "And thank you for letting me use it. I will make sure to have the laundry service wash it tomorrow and give it back to you." He shook his head with a low chuckle. "Keep it, Poppet. It looks better on you," He only managed to let out a small chuckle. He couldn’t tell her how seeing her with only his shirt on affected him. Knowing that the course fabric that usually covered him was now against her bare skin. He had to fight the impulse to lower his eyes and take in all of her once more. Instead, His hand found its way to her cheek, as he gently brushed his knuckles against the soft skin. Oh God, she thought at his touch. She felt her skin warm up, cursing that he would feel it. "Thank you," she lowered her eyes one moment before looking back at him. He was still smiling at her. "What is it?" She asked.

"I know it's an inconvenience, having to share the bed with an oaf like me," he said."But if I have to be honest with you, Poppet, I'm actually happy it happened," "You are not an oaf, Shay," she blushed, before taking courage and scooting a little closer to him. “And if you want to know the truth…I am happy as well,” Shay's eyes lit up, his mouth agape. “Really?” She smiled. "Really," She scooted even closer, the skin on her face prickling. It was now or never. Leaning over to him, she brushed her lips against his, lingering for a moment to take in how warm they were - how soft. She felt the lingering taste of tobacco from the last cigarette he had smoked before coming back to the room, but despite usually hating smoke, she found herself not minding about it at all. It was something that made him him. When she broke the kiss, his breath against her own lips, her face was aflame and her stomach in a twist. Shay stared at her, eyes blinking as his mind spinned, trying to calm himself, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. But nothing could stop the blazing sensation that had started to pool in his loins. Not the kisses. He had imagined far too many times how it would feel kissing her, feeling Dorothea pressing herself against him, wrapping his arms around her body.

It always started with a kiss. He knew how it would end, if they were to start kissing. And he wanted it, so much it hurt. He breathed through his nostrils, trying to calm the need he had for her with all his might, head spinning as the blood fled from his brain. When Dorothea saw that he didn’t answer at all, she fought the impulse to hide her face against the pillow.

What if she had read all the signals wrong? What if she had seen something that just wasn't there? “I-I am sorry, Shay, I am so so sorry. I shouldn’t have.” she only whispered, as she started to turn to face the wall once more. Shay’s large hand found its way to the nape of her neck, making her look at him. The glint in his eyes was unquestionable, veiled as they were by unspoken lust. “Yes, you should have,” he murmured in a low husky voice that made Dottie shiver with pleasure. He pulled her against him and found her mouth with his, while his other hand found a way to the small of her back, pushing her even tighter against him. Dorothea let out a small moan that drowned in his throat, feeling that familiar clenching that enveloped her loins whenever she thought of him, when she was alone. She threw her arms around his shoulders, as he let his hands roam underneath the shirt she was wearing, feeling her soft skin underneath his palms. They were truly in for a long, sleepless night.

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I hope you will like this! I remember writing this while still trying to get the hang on how to write Shay, and I had so much fun because OMG this AU is probably one of my most favourite (aside from my own Camelot one, that is another one that has a HUGE part in my heart <3<3).

Also, keep in mind that Dorothea's characterization was still in the process of being developed, so she is a little less girlboss here than I actually like to imagine her to be with Shay usually.

But I still like how I portrayed them together.

I truly hope you will like this, I wouldn't mind starting to write again for them, in between artworks lolol

--Nemo

[magpiepills]

Thanks for tagging me, @mermaidgirl30 💜💜💜

I was prepared this week! I’ve got a few things cooking and a few things I’m trying to wrap up before I start something I’m really excited about. I’m going to talk about that at the bottom, but first here are some peeks at what’s in my WIP folder. MDNI 18+ only below!

Cobra- Part 3 of yoga neighbor/creep Joel. I kind of forgot about this one and didn’t know how I wanted to wrap up this failed one shot. But thanks to @arcanefox207 I think this finally has some direction and I’m going to work on it tonight.

Joel groaned, he looked to the sky for a lightning bolt to strike him. When none came, he went into the house, trudging across the yard. He went to his bedroom, stripped off his clothes, soiled with earth and cum, and tossed them in the direction of the laundry basket before getting into the shower.

The water was scalding hot, a taste of the hell he had surely just damned himself to. He let it pour over him a while, groaning in undeserved relief at the way his muscles relaxed in the heat. He washed his hair, then soaped his body. Suds dripped down the wide expanse of his back, rinsed away when he turned his back to the spray and turned his attention to his cock.

The Man From Rio Tinto- my western! I’ve been working on this a while! I want to make sure it’s how I want it. I always worry that if something takes me multiple days to write that I’ll lose the tone I’m trying to convey. This is kind of a learning experience for me. Honestly, I’m not sure what sort of appeal it’ll have, but it’s fun and it’s something different than I usually do. It’s a challenge for me to not jump straight into vulgarity.

You shake your head. You aren’t hurt.somehow you’d gotten away with a knot on your head and an ache in your arm. “Well, my arm…” you gesture to your left arm and your aching wrist. The stranger gives you a sympathetic pout as he gathers your skirt into his strong, rough hands and rips off a long strip of fabric. His eyes don’t linger on your legs, he’s a gentleman, but still you blush when he uncovers your legs. His touch is gentle and light when he fashions your torn skirt into a sling and guides your arm into it.

He looks over his work and the shy bewilderment marking your face. “That’ll hold you til we get back to town. It’s too late to ride out now. Well camp here tonight and head back in the morning.”

“Who are you?” The question comes out as weak and breathless as you feel.

Untitled pervert Joel who abuses a position of power- this one is slow going I need some inspiration. If you liked Coach Joel you’ll like this one. I don’t have a snippet, because I don’t want to give too much away.

Untitled self indulgent multi parter! I’m going to try my hand at doing weekly posts for this one once I get a bit more written. The outline is done, most of the first chapter of 6ish is done. I really want to take my time on this one. I’m really excited about it.

Lately I’ve been having fun just writing quickies whenever a thought leads me to them. That’s generally how I like to write, but it’s not disciplined or structured or anything. It does get smut on the dash, though! I hope everyone enjoyed the two I posted this week, I promise there will be no more pregnant Javier Penas. Even if I do want to see him sitting and scowling t a clipboard while he sits on a metal folding chair at an abortion clinic because there’s no way he’s keeping that baby. I do not subscribe to the notion that Javi is a family man in any way.

Tell us about it, @exquisiteserotonin @youandmeand5bucks @for-a-longlongtime @arcanefox207 @syd-djarin

@aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @604to647 @luxurychristmaspudding @schnarfer

If you haven’t already. 🥰

[starlightbelle]

I know we’ve talked about it a little, but pro hero Touya au for the wip ask game 👀

Since you and @blinkeasy both requested this one, I’ll share a snippet! (I wound up rereading almost all I’ve written to try and choose the right piece of it to share, only to decide on the very first bit I ever wrote for it)

Here's a preview: (unedited so y'know, slight changes may be made)

“No one said you had to follow me,” Touya sneered over his shoulder. She considered it. Only for a moment… He was right. She didn’t have to follow him, and she didn’t want to, not if it meant having to witness the inevitable altercation that would be started. Aihime huffed, knowing no matter how much she tiptoed around it, it wasn’t really a choice at all, just the illusion of one. She took off after him. — “Hey, you’re Endeavor’s son, right? I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced. Although you probably already know who I am. What with being the Number Two Hero and all that.” Braggart, Touya thought to himself. “Am I supposed to be impressed by that?” “Right, sorry. I mean, your old man’s still got me beat. According to popularity, that is. But my approval rating says otherwise.” I’d like to knock him down a peg or— “Touya,” Aihime called as she landed on the rooftop, finally catching up to him. Both the boys’ attention went to her as she approached them. “And I know we haven’t met yet,” Hawks said smoothly. “Back off, showboat,” Touya warned. “You know, making allies with other heroes can be pretty important. It’s better to get on good terms now rather than bringing personal issues onto the battleground.” “As if you and I would ever team up.” Hawks shrugged. “You’re right. There’s a sizable difference between our rankings, so the threats we face are on completely different levels. But, hey, you never know.” Touya worked his jaw. That wasn’t what he meant, and he had a feeling Hawks knew that. “You think you’re some kind of hot-shot just because you’re the Number Two Hero?” Hawks threw his hands up innocently. “I didn’t anoint myself with the title. But the people of Japan have spoken. I find it’s best to just roll with it.” He offered a smile. “You’d probably know something about that, though. Being the son of the current Number One. I bet you’re always in the public eye.” “Let’s hope they keep watching. I’ll want their full attention when I finally surpass you.” “Surpass me? That’s ambitious. But I guess it runs in the family, huh?” “Touya, just stop,” Aihime said. “Leave him alone.” “You planning on taking your Pops’ spot as Japan’s Number One? Well, I think that’s great, be my guest. For both our sakes, I hope you make it.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what I said. If I could trade spots with you, I would, believe me.” Was he for real? “Touya,” Aihime tried again. “We really should get back to the agency.”

Touya is sooo antagonistic towards Hawks; their banter is so fun to write! It’s like Touya has decided they’re bitter rivals and Hawks is like 🧍‍♂️One-sided beef at its finest. Plus it doesn’t help that Touya hates the idea of someone else showing Aihime attention (even if it’s harmless)

Hope you guys like it so far!! It's very, very self-indulgent but when the concept hit me I was powerless against writing it 😅 Thanks for asking!!

WIP game

[rochenn]

perhaps sound for the wip guessing game?

Ohh, this one is super common in GWTL but I feel I've already shared enough of that today :'D So here's a part of Flowers on Hoth which is possibly one of the most self-indulgent fics I'm writing right now. And man that's saying something. This is that scene from Gungan General with Dooku, Obi-Wan and Anakin captured together in Hondo's cell, but changed by some extra context that I'm not giving you <3

Dooku, on the other hand, had lived plenty and sinned enough to condemn a thousand souls, let alone a single one. It should be easy to do away with him. The Count's blood would be no mark of shame if it dripped from Obi-Wan's hands.

“Deep in thought, Master Kenobi?” 

His voice rumbled through the floor and right into Obi-Wan's spine.

“I've found there are few other things to be done around here,” he said dismissively. 

“Then I'm sure you have already devised a brilliant escape plan for yourself and your protégé.” 

Anakin was still sound asleep. Obi-Wan would never want to disturb his rest, moving with care as he inched closer to Dooku until the Sith’s warmth seeped through the fabric of his clothes. Dooku was watching him now. His attention had a weight to it—something physical, something that touched without hands.

"When we escape,” Obi-Wan murmured, “you will not make any trouble.” 

[bbutterflies]

2023 fanfic year in review

Thank you @kasienda for the tag!!! Been meaning to do this since I wrote so much in 2023!

Fics completed this year:

Oh my god I was writing lovesquare still at the beginning of the year… who was I back then… I finished I’d fall in love with you a thousand times and Meant to be, and then wrote all of Intertwined. I try to hold these all in kind thoughts. I don’t think they’re all that great, personally, but I just hadn’t written as much when I wrote them and never outlined or planned ahead. But I’m happy people liked them!

And then I went off the deep end with adrino:

I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)

Falling into place

ways to say I love you

promise me forever

The memories we (don’t) make

Not much of a cat person

The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you)

Chemistry with him (for Ninovember 2023! I wrote the entire thing in about a month and a half and posted daily in November. My life took a serious turn for the worse by the end of the month and the comments and support on this fic were so amazing and incredible and kept me going!)

Love you snow much

And then I ended strong with this incredibly devastating (but really good) loveywalker one shot: fine line

Number of words written:

My ao3 stats say I published 329,988 words in 2023 which is insane????? I don’t know how I did that but oh my god it was so fun. I know I wrote way more that I didn’t publish with edits and stuff I scrapped, but I don’t keep track because it would just be way too difficult… at least another 100-150k if I had to guess in cut scenes and wips I haven’t published and stuff I just decided I didn’t like. I don’t know how in the world I managed to write so much while already a sleep-deprived grad student but I definitely don’t regret it. It was a blast.

Your most popular fic:

By hits, Meant to be. Oh man… if I wrote this now I’d do so much differently. I was surprised people loved it so much, and looking back, I’m like oh god… the mistakes… but it’s all a learning process! :) and I learned and grew so much from this one.

By kudos, ways to say I love you, which I didn’t expect to gain any traction at all. It’s just over 600 words, something silly and cute I figured a couple people would like, and it totally blew up.

Your personal fav:

I know I’ve said this before but Falling into place, hands down, is my number one. I know I’ve also said before it’s such a queer, teenage experience, but it is and it means so much to me. Being in high school, being in love with your friends and not even knowing it, aughhh I just love it. I love the way I wrote it. I’m so proud of it still!

Your fav scene:

Oh man… probably the kiss scene in chapter 9 of The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you). I wrote it so many times and made so many edits but I ended up so proud of it!

A fic or scene that challenged you:

I had a lot of fun with most of my fics! Having multiple wips on the backburner gave me a way to take a break and work on other stuff when I was having trouble with one and I can usually come back with fresh eyes later and never have too much trouble. But right now, If I hold you too close is challenging emotionally. It’s super personal and self-indulgent, and digging into a lot of my own past and traumas and mistakes to write it has been harder than I thought it would be. I’m excited to keep working on it but it’s been draining at times for sure.

A line of writing you’re proud of: 

Oh man, I don’t know how to pick a single line… I’ll have to go with this (even though it’s technically more than one line) from Falling into place:

Adrien’s eyes were locked on Nino’s. He was staring back with something in his expression Adrien couldn’t quite read, something he hadn’t seen before. Or maybe he had but he’d just never been looking.

A comment that touched you:

A few come to mind! I’ve had several people comment on my adrino fics telling me they hadn’t shipped them before but they do after reading, and honestly that’s my number one life goal at the moment haha. I love adrino! I want more people to love them!

I genuinely love all the comments I get. It means so much that people read and love my work. The people who say so specifically always get me teared up… I’ve gotten several on my fluff fics that said they were going through stuff in life and my writing was a bright spot for them, and genuinely that’s insane to me. To touch someone else, to have a positive impact on their life through art…. oughhh it’s just so human and raw and I love it! I’m so honored!

Something that inspired your writing:

I honestly spent a lot of time writing what I personally wanted/needed to read! I needed more domestic adrino fluff, and I wasn’t finding quite what I wanted to read, so… I wrote it for myself! I love rereading them knowing it’s exactly what I want to read, and knowing other people enjoyed them too. I’ve been incredibly selfish in my writing this year (in the best way) and it’s been so inspiring also to see other people want to read it too! The moment I knew (I’d no choice but to love you) was something I didn’t think would garner much attention at all. A rarepair and a super silly trope? I thought whatever, I’m writing it for me, hopefully a couple others like it, and it got so much more positive attention than I thought. I’m so glad!

Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

Probably figuring out I’ll give myself a name (something stupid and pretentious)! I think I’ve mentioned before I was originally writing it as a lovesquare fic. I wrote it and rewrote it like six times before I thought, no, this should be about Adrien and Nino. And then it just clicked!

Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I have a secret wip in my docs I’ve talked about a couple times, but it’s a slowburn teenage adrino and I really would love to write all of it! I think I’m struggling to decide exactly what kind of story I want to tell and it’s making it hard to outline and write when I don’t have a clear end direction, but that’s something I’d definitely love to figure out.

And I’d love to get back into lovesquare, too! I have a few wips that I keep putting on the backburner but I really want to dust them off and finish them, and maybe start some new stuff. Writing my loveywalker fic was SO fun (if devastating) and I can’t believe it’s been months since I sat down and wrote lovesquare.

This isn't a direct writing goal, but I'm determined to comment more on fics I read. I love getting comments, and I don't leave them enough on the fics I love, and that's something I really want to change!

Anyone you would like to thank?

@kasienda and @flightfoot I think are tied for commenting on my fics, and it really means so much to have cheerleaders in my inbox!!! Especially writing adrino when readership is lower, it was a huge help to have people reading and commenting and cheering me on <3

@asukiess and @isabugs recently for screaming with me in general about this show! You’ve inspired me to write so much more… I can’t wait to be absolutely unhinged in 2024.

And all my commenters on ao3!! I don’t know everyone’s tumblr and couldn’t possibly tag them all but it means so much every time I get a comment. I wouldn’t be writing as much as I do without the direct support! Thank you!!!

[mai-mai-lim]

alright i'll cut to the chase, i have been forgetting to post these OCs cause i had an idea to properly introduce them but blame my brain for keep opening up new wips and say: heck these doodles will do

tl;dr: these OCs (except Mort who is a canon character) are created based on the RC9GN universe, basically the future parents of a few teen characters of the show, with focus on the parents of the main character randy :3

now here's some details, oh boy this is gonna be a bit long after years of notes piling

we start off from randy's parents: Robin and Kiyoko Cunningham (née Suzuki). Tbh I rarely make fandom-specific OCs, and they are originally created for the purpose of my self indulgent RWBY AU, but I wanted to have fun thinking how they fit in the canon universe, hence their freshmen year appearances.

Kiyoko is Japanese-american

because in the AU, Randy's color is purple, hence i made Robin and Kiyoko having the color blue and red respectively (i also want to be funny heheh)

neither of them is the Ninja, when they started school the Ninja is already in sophomore/junior year

Robin wishes to be the Ninja, while Kiyoko is neutral about it

Randy is more closer to his mom while keeping a decent relationship with his dad, Robin often works abroad or extremely busy

Kiyoko's younger brother Tadahiro works as a studio photographer, Randy quite likes his uncle.

by the way, Robin just got like a revamp cause i wasnt being too satisfied with how his hair is just a longer version of his teen hair and his original beard is now used on my human design of a stick figure, below pic was drawn either around 2019/2020

moving on, they got some new schoolmates!

Aside from Robin, Kiyoko, and a young Mort, there's Jessica Sasson, Howard and Heidi's future mom. A freshman together with Robin and Kiyoko, and seems to look at Mort often.

Then there's Penelope Fowler, Theresa's future mom. The oldest one, and the most reserved as she's been in Norrisville High the longest. Made friends with Kiyoko in a class.

Lastly, we have Debbie's future dad Issac Kang. not much thought is given in what he does except his daughter pretty much took the journalism from him that's all

I have not thought of Penelope and Issac's future partner whoops.

and that's all for now! I wish to expand more of them but my brain is currently fixating on funny stickmin game eheheheh, in the future hopefully.

[your-talos-is-problematic]

WIP WIP Hooray!

Happy WIP Wednesday and thank you @thequeenofthewinter and @skyrim-forever for the tags! Tagging @throughtrialbyfire and @trickstarbrave (note- I think there might be people I’m leaving out so if anyone wants to be included in my default tags please ask!)

Here’s some very far-apart snippets from the little adventure of Afonya and Brelyna getting married (or trying to). It’s a pretty self-indulgent WIP, mostly just for funsies and to practice writing Brelyna’s parents. I’m really sad that I had to cut out the line “I’m marrying my wife” from it though :( didn’t fit with the timeline anymore

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“Something’s bothering you, love.” She ran a hand through the bottom of my hair.

I released a long sigh and rested my elbow on the railing. “There is.”

She smiled. “Are you going to tell me, or-“

“I want to get married.”

“Me too, love, but we’re already married.” She twisted my hair around her finger with a laugh.

“Officially. Under Azura,” I explained.

“Oh.” She dropped my hair. “In Morrowind.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Which would mean… my parents,” she said, shakily.

“Yeah.”

She stared out into the snow beyond us. “I haven’t seen my parents in four years, I think. Or heard from them.”

“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t seen mine in almost eight,” I offered.

“It’s not.”

“Sorry.” I laid my hand on hers. “I know it’s a lot, Brey. But I want to be with you forever, and I want my Lady and my homeland to know it.”

“Vvardenfell’s far.” Her voice was quiet.

“We’re wealthy. We could get there and back easily.”

She sat down. “Vvardenfell. My home.” Her eyes widened. “My family.”

I crouched in front of her. “I don’t want to pressure you. You don’t have to decide now.” I reached out a hand to help her up. “Let’s go back to bed.”

She pulled herself up, folding me into a hug. I kissed her temple. “How many hours until sunrise?” she asked.

I scanned the sky, searching for stars above the treetops. “Three and a half.”

“Yay.” Brelyna sounded tired. I led her into the house, down the stairs, and back into our room. Once we were in bed, I stared at the ceiling, waiting to make sure I heard Brelyna’s snoring, before I let myself drift off.

I woke up at sunrise the next morning, as usual.

“Don’t tell him about the Thieves’ Guild,” she said. I looked up at her, eyebrows knitted. She stared at me a few seconds before realizing. “Wait! No. Definitely tell him about the Thieves’ Guild. I think he’s hired Morrowind’s a few times.”

“There you go.” I smiled. “I definitely won’t mention the Maven part, though.”

“That’s a good idea,” she said.

Onmund looked up from his notebook. “You really have me writing down which parts of Afonya to not talk about?”

“My dad’s scary, Onmund,” Brelyna said, eyes wide. “He once told me that he could tell someone’s social status from the way they held themselves. Most judgmental person I’ve ever met.”

“And you’ve lived with Altmer,” I joked. She rolled her eyes.

Onmund sighed. “Fine. You have Azura, the Thieves’ Guild, and all your Thane stuff. That’s missing a lot, isn’t it?”

“Well, the Companions are an obvious no. And the Imperial Legion.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Onmund, I am frightened by how little you know about Dunmer,” I said.

“Sorry. What about the College? They clearly have some respect for it, if they sent Brelyna there.”

“That’s the hard one,” Brelyna explained.

“Yeah. Obviously they’ll have to know I attend, since that’s how we know each other. Problem is if I should bring up being Archmage,” I added.

“There’s a strong possibility he still sees me as a ten year old who can’t make her own decisions. And I would very much like to avoid the idea that Afonya pressured me into any of this.”

I looked up from the soup. “I think we should be fine if I specify that we started dating before I became Archmage.”

“Agreed. Write it down, Onmund?”

“Got it. I can take over stirring,” he said.

“Thanks.” I handed him the spoon. “Is it bad that I’m nervous about leaving you alone with the kids?”

He laughed. “They’ll have myself and Gregor, Afonya. We’ll make sure they don’t set anything on fire.”

Brelyna stared at me with a look I knew too well. Please take over this conversation for me.

I cleared my throat. “My name is Afonya Orel. I’m the champion of Azura, and I’d like to marry your daughter.”

“Where will you go when you die?”

That was a hard one. 

Brelyna’s face flushed. “He means your physical remains, Afonya.”

Oops. I tried to hide my panic, but Aular held out a hand. “Not anymore. Explain Apocrypha.”

I shifted uncomfortably.

“Are there any plans for them currently?”

“I’ve promised at least a finger to the College,” I explained.

“Thank you.” I said to his turned head.

“You’re welcome.” He went back to his notes, seemingly uninterested in an explanation. I gave him one anyway.

“I married my wife.”

“I don’t care.”

“I know.” I smiled. “She’s a Maryon.”

That caught his attention. “I didn’t know the Maryons were still around.”

I nodded, but it was really hard for me to hide my laugh there. He’d met Brelyna, multiple times in fact, including ones where I’d introduced her as ‘Brelyna Maryon of House Telvanni.’ It was harder for Talvas to mask his emotions, evidently; he sniffled from behind his hand. “They are, serjo. And now up one member.

[demigodsanswer]

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[wip game]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Please allow me to introduce you to my self indulgent Shakespeare AU!

It would basically be an Actor AU that is also my apology to Luke for what I did to him in TUAP as well as a place to put all my Shakespeare love and knowledge.

The concept is the characters working as actors in a summer Shakespeare festival out on Long Island (if you've seen the TV show Slings and Arrows, it's a bit like that, but by no means a direct AU). It would take place over a rehearsal period and summer production season, as Percy and Annabeth slowly reconnect and fall in love, despite not having any on-stage romantic moments.

The backstory is, Percy and Annabeth met as kids at the adjacent theater camp for the festival, and returned year after year. They grew apart in college, as Annabeth went to Yale for drama (disappointing her Harvard family), and Percy stayed in New York. He went to City College and took additional acting classes (fuck NYU, he did not go to NYU. No way he's paying for that). This is her second year performing in the festival, but Percy's sixth year or so. The year before, she was Cordelia in King Lear, Isabella in Measure for Measure, and Celia in As You Like It. Percy was Casio, Edgar, and Orlando. They've never played romantic partners (In MFM, they were brother and sister).

This year, their characters actually have very little on-stage time together, but they still find time to reconnect through rehearsals. There was some spark the summer before, but they were mostly getting reacquainted. This year, they're already starting out closer friends, and now is the perfect time for more to start stirring between them. Show-mance ensues.

The summer of the fic, they are doing the full Second Henriad (Richard II, Henry IV parts one and two, and Henry V).

Percy is Hal/Henry V, and it's his first summer a major star for the festival, and he's hoping this will really jump start his professional performance career, and get him into bigger festivals and New York shows. He is basically the lead for three of the four shows, and has the longest arc. It's also a role with lots of complex daddy issues, so he kills it. And he gets to sword fight. He's great at stage combat.

Luke is Richard II, Hotspur, and the French dauphin. He's a bigger star, but he has come back to the smaller festival to be Richard II and Hotspur, two of his dream roles. In this AU, he's much more of a big brother figure to both Percy and Annabeth. Although, he does tend to get cast as antagonists.

"Last year I was Angelo in Measure for Measure and Edmund in King Lear, and this year I'm Hotspur. What is it about me that screams villain? Antagonist?" Luke asked.

"Facial scar," Annabeth said simply at the same moment that Percy hit him with: "Blond."

Also Luke playing a character named "Henry Percy" does cause constant confusion, given that Henry V is irl a Percy.

Annabeth plays all the major women: Anne of Bohemia, Katherine Percy (Hotspur's wife), and the French princess Katherine. (Originally she was going to be the production dramaturg, but that is simply to close to my dissertation research, and it would get a little too specific for a fanfiction).

She spends the whole summer complaining about the choice to do a series of plays with a dearth of female characters. Despite this, she is the only principal actor with a role in all four shows ("Hardly a principal actor! You have more lines in 1 Henry IV than I have in all four plays combined!"). While she does have a role in all four shows, this is certainly a downgrade from the characters she got to play the year before. ("We could have at least added Merry Wives of Windsor!")

This does mean Annabeth technically gets to play Percy's wife, but it's hardly the great on-stage romance they could have had if she'd landed the role of Rosalind in As You Like It, opposite his Orlando. And she's still mad she didn't get Rosalind. She thought she'd be perfect for it. But Chiron wanted her as Isabella more.

[corrosivesaints]

ok so, i was rereading your new brady/croz fic and i was wondering does it take place in a world that has homophobia? like as in, if they get caught they’d be sent home?

bc. and like, i’ve compiled reasons why it would be or wouldn’t be in my head. my main thing that’s making me think there might not be that level of homophobia is this line: “oh God, they can’t tell anyone what happened here. Mostly because Levitt will kill them if he finds out.” because like. it seems to me more like he would kill them bc they had sex in the b17 and not bc they’re two men?

and also there’s no real element of shame that i can see in croz’s mind abt it being two men. like it more just kinda seems like he’s ashamed bc he has a crush on a friend/someone he looks up to and someone he thinks will never like him back.

there’s also the line where croz is like “Oh, he is never living this down. Goodbye cruel world, it was fun while it lasted. He hopes the letter they send his mother is a nice one.” to me kinda implies that he’s dying from embarrassment and not that he’s getting sent home bc he’s gay.

but then there’s the stuff where brady is like ‘we can’t do this out here’ and like, it could be bc. gay. but it could also be bc, like. sex is a private thing.

AH i don’t know, i’ve been thinking abt this a lot, as you can see, so i thought id finally just ask you and let my poor mind rest.

hello anon i love ur curiosity and ur beautiful mind! ❤️first off, deeply touched ppl are rereading damn hot minute already! waugh, my boys 🥺❤️

secondly, great question! this fic does exist in a space where there is some homophobia but it’s not super relevant to Harry’s pov. (and maybe he should consider it! harry stop thinking with ur dick challenge!) the fic ended up that way because i wanted to have fun and do something less angsty. i wanted to have a lil self-indulgent wish fulfillment as a queer person-so i nixed having too much about internalized or externalized homophobia. Harry was married too, (which the show does acknowledge), and I definitely don't address that here either, my apologies to Mrs Jean Crosby!! In contrast, Brady's 'we can't out here' is like, he does not want to get caught for a variety of reasons, bc they def would get in trouble on some level if anyone found out, homophobia or not. also he's a private person.

personally, i go back and forth on whether i address the societal homophobia that existed at the time when i write hbo war fic. some days u just wanna write two guys hooking up in a b-17 and not worry about stuff like that. in contrast i was just discussing with some of the folks in the hbo war discord that the next bradycroz wip will be the opposite, bc John Brady is a walking bundle of Problems and at least half of them are caused by being gay in a homophobic society. rip 2 my guy.

tldr; no, there's not really homophobia in the story bc i was having fun and being self-indulgent! next time, who knows?

[sammyloomis]

ash you know i gotta get some snippets my guy 🌤️ and 🌧️ perhaps? for any project you're excited to talk about!!! :P

ohoho well, if its snippets you desire, then its snippets you shall recieve

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

PFF god, im realising how little dialogue i have written for anything right now fghj BUT heres something from an Extremely self indulgent crossover fic ive barely started i think u might find fun :]

Tara’s eyes flick to something just behind her which is about all the warning Ashley gets before a pair of hands drop onto her shoulders like sacks of flour and make an embarrassingly high yelp jump out of her throat. “Well, well, well,” Josh says, giving her shoulders a squeeze before dropping onto the bench beside her. “Surprised to see you out in the sunshine for once, Ash. You set off the smoke alarm in the dorms again?” If he was bothered by the glare she was firing his way, he didn’t show it, a familiar grin on his face that told her he was about to do everything in his power to embarrass her. “Oh, hi, Josh,” she monotones. “I’m fine, thanks for asking. Please. Take a seat.” “I’m already sitting, you silly goose.” She watches him turn to Tara, flicking a thumb towards Ashley in a clear expression of ‘get a load of this guy’, and sighs. So much for first impressions.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

ohh tee hee, this is from one im excited to get back to :]

As far as Tara knew, after Amber’s burnt and mangled body had been identified by her father, he’d had her quickly cremated and that was that. It was kind of ironic. She didn’t know where he’d scattered the ashes, if anywhere, or if the remains of the girl she once thought she’d spend the rest of her life with were crammed into a box in an overpriced urn, in the back of some moving van that was travelling farther and farther away from her. Or maybe he’d kept her close, in a locket or a ring, some capsule he could grab onto every now and again to remind himself of the daughter he had, once upon a time. Tara didn’t know. He’d never struck her as a sentimental man, Amber’s father, the few times she’d had a conversation with him that lasted longer than a few strained words as they both waited for Amber to get ready for whatever movie or concert or sleepover they were going to. He hadn’t been able to look her in the eye, that one visit he’d made to the hospital, no matter how hard she’d bored her own into the side of his head. Maybe, even then, he’d been wondering what to do about Amber’s body, already rotting in the morgue a few floors below. All of this to say, there was no gravestone for her to visit. No marker in the cemetery for her to kneel at and stare into the cold, compacted dirt like, if she tried hard enough, she could see past the mulch and the worms and the cedar and velvet and watch Amber essentially melt into the earth around her, like she’d wanted everyone to see. No, there was nothing. There was no memorial for her at school, no candles or yearbook photos or candid selfies next to Wes and Liv’s, no post-it’s stuck to her locker with kind words from people who pretended to have know her. Not even a mention in the obituaries, and Tara had been checking. It was almost like she’d never existed at all.

[actual-changeling]

for the better for the wip game this week please?

gladly <3 fun fact, the (temporary) title is from phoebe bridger's "waiting room" because that's the song i listen to while writing this fic

make me write

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His crumbling self-control, which had once been a shining brick wall and is now nothing more than a handful of gravel between his teeth, attempts one last time to reel him back in, to stop him from asking for something he knows he is not deserving of but longs for nevertheless.

Maybe, he absently argues with himself, occupied with the soft puff of breath Aziraphale exhales so close to his face he can almost, almost taste it, we can indulge; just once, just tonight.

The Serpent of Eden, trying to convince both itself and Eve that tasting the apple won't ruin them for the rest of time—he has already been cast from Heaven, from the Garden, from Hell, what else does he have to lose?

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Fanfic Ask Game ♡: 👀📥💻🍰

Thanks @datshitrandom for the ask!

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

1.) There is a time traveler Klaine fic that I'm not sure will go anywhere, mainly because i have no idea how that story idea would develop. The idea seemed interesting at the time - someone had commented on a random post I found about Blaine being a time traveler from the past ( which explained his dated wardrobe 😂) meeting Kurt who was from the very distant future. I'd REALLY have to sit and think on that one. I love Doctor Who and the idea of time travel - but I don't think I'd make it a crossover fic with that or anything. There are a couple of others that might never see the light of day because I'm not quite sure I could do them justice at this moment. Mainly because they are . . um, PWP . . or maybe more like porn with minimal plot? 😂😂😂. Seriously though, I have no problem reading smut or erotica. I very much admire folks who can write it and do it well. I don't know if I'm that good at it yet. 😂

But since you're curious . . .and you asked . . . (and watch me blush as I type this)

2.) One PWP fic is shamelessly ripped off of - well as Kurt would say - one of those movies.

But my twist on it would involve:

College AU

Blaine and Sebastian as upperclassmen in an already established relationship

a baby penguin freshman Kurt eager to step out of his comfort zone and timidly asking his new gay friends ( or maybe they'll be roommates) to shall we say show him how its done

a very sturdy leather couch

some interesting coordination on said couch

fun, steamy times as a threesome

possible polyamory relationship in the end

3.)The other not exactly PWP fic features:

A One Thousand and One Nights/ Shaherazade sort of AU

Kurt as a traveler/poet/bard, captured and forced to become a sex slave

rescued by a stranger (Blaine) ,( who is the ruler/prince of the country ) for his own personal harem

Kurt learns he is to prove his worth by telling and maybe also re-enacting all sorts of mini smutty fictlets ( much like how Scheherezade had to tell a story every evening to save herself from being killed in the source story)

could be an interesting thing to do with other writers - farm out the smut ficlets and me writing the main thread that ties everything together

Well . . maybe I shouldn't say NEVER about those last two. Let's just say I wouldn't be jumping on writing them any time soon - but it's a possible but a BIG maybe for the future? I think I'd have to get more writing under my belt before attacking those ideas - even if they'd interest anyone to read 😂.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

I am a comment whore - seriously would love anyone to comment on anything! Though some of my faves so far have been Trick or Treat (since it was my very first story), My Under the Cover of Darkness series and my current one, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Yes! I love research - I think it's partially why I write so slow - I love researching little tidbits for my headcanon about stories. Superhero powers, french pastries, New York landmarks - I've loved doing research since I was in school writing papers. I might be a bit self indulgent shoving that knowledge into my stories, but I guess I'd love for the reader to get as weirdly excited as I do about things. 😂 Deepest dive to date is currently for my first non-Klaine fic ( don't hate me folks, but I am a fan of many things) - I may be dipping my toe into the Red White and Royal Blue fandom just once. The research is currently involving quite a bit of history of a couple countries which aren't my own and some of their writers and it is really fascinating. I've 3 chapters outlined so far for this story and won't get to it for awhile, but if nothing else, the research - that's the part I'm loving!

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Hands down, Klaine wise it's Solid Gold by @heartsmadeofbooks It's got everything I love in a story: drama, angst, beautiful lovemaking, an adorable family. Characters struggling to grow within themselves and with each other. I cry like a baby at parts - its so beautiful. Psst . . I'm going to cheat here and toss in a second one that I read very recently that felt really special - a RWRB fic I really recommend that also gave me similar deep feels : Deep Blue by @myheartalivewrites

OK, thanks again for the ask! If anyone else wants to join in the fun or reblog it for yourself, here's the original post. 🥰

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For the ask game

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

🖍️ Post Any sentence from your wip

"How much longer do you think you can keep this up, Scott?" "No idea. For when's the next apocalypse scheduled? According to statistics, it's my turn to bite it this time. Then at the latest, I'll stop clogging your treatment calendar."

This is from the first actual new scene I wrote for "Weathered II", aka the continuation of my X-Men main verse that I finally want to tackle this year. In this, we meet Hank and Scott about 18 years after the first X-Men movie. The constant containment of Scott's mutation with the help of his quartz shields has led to more frequent and more excruciating migraine attacks by the year, and by now, Hank's hooking him up to a painkiller drip every week to keep the whole shit under control. Which they are both not happy about, there's not really a solution in sight though that Scott will consider. So there's another tiring and unpleasant discussion in the school principal's office every other week.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

"Weathered II" was originally set to be much more OC centric. I had a whole bunch of original young mutants that were set to become future X-Men team members, among them a vampiric mutant, a girl who can control electric energy, a girl who gets reincarnated and can physically turn in all those former lives, all kind of stuff really. But when I translated and edited "Weathered I" last year, I realized, there's still far too many stories I want to tell about the original movie canon characters for that. So I scraped pretty much all of these roles in the plans, giving their scenes to either canon characters or the remaining OCs aka Scott's and Logan's daughter respectively. Other OCs were replaced by newly incorporated canon characters like Synch or were turned to semi-canon characters aka children of canon characters like Angel's and Betty's son. By that, the whole story set two decades after the original movies will not only be easier on the eye for people who don't like OCs, but I can also deepen the characterization and development of the original movie characters I love so much. The scraped notes, already existing scenes and character sheets for the original plans have of course been saved, and when I have next time and spoons, I might turn those into a whole different side series in this verse as a self-indulgent project. But first, I want to tell the story of the Brotherhood taking over New York and another - the last - Phoenix crisis.

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27 and 29 for the ao3 wrapped game please)

THANK YOU @purple-ant!!! :D :D 29 favorite passage from this year

Of course my inclination is to give you something dramatic and juicy from an unpublished WIP but honestly? I shouldn't laugh so hard at my own penis jokes, but Dooku and Jocasta trying to pick out smutty poetry while (badly, awkwardly) also attempting to make up in the final chapter of Sitting is probably up there. Lol, her little 'fear for your chastity' line when you know she's absolutely already tapped that:

“I am looking for books of love poetry.”

“Love poetry?” Jocasta's eyebrows arched.

“Yes.”

“Is this your idea of a bizarre joke?”

“I am asking very much in earnest.” He wanted to point out that it had taken him a lot to even come here, but she could probably sense exactly how much herself.

“And you could not simply use the holonet?”

“Ah, I’m searching for specifically bad love poetry.” Dooku explained. “Notorious works containing flowery, over-the-top language, saccharine imagery, expected tropes.” He thought about it. “Actually, any truly appalling sexist material… objectifying the female form, outdated gender roles…that would be perfect.”

Jocasta opened her mouth and then closed it. Finally, she said, “I hadn’t taken you for such a romantic.”

“It is merely a gift for someone. A thank-you present.” When she continued to stare at him, he clarified, “I am not attempting to seduce anyone.”

“What an incredible relief. With such an effective technique as that, I was in terror for your chastity.” He watched her fingers fly over the datapad as she entered in a title. “And the intended recipient of this gift is… an enemy of yours?”

“A friend.” Dooku gave a weak smile. “A friend with remarkably poor taste in poetry.”

“Thoughtful.” She skimmed the datapad’s screen with her finger for a few moments. “Here. Aroylio Bogins’s seminal Strums of the Luscious Soul is apparently popular.” She expanded the sample page and read silently, winced, and then read aloud, “She knealth before the strings of my pert love-lyre / My lute clangeth to the song / of her tongue’s nimble ministry…”

“Oh no.” Dooku said faintly, covering his mouth with a hand.

“You said ‘truly appalling.’”

“…‘ministry’?” He repeated, still stricken, shaking his head. “Ah, perhaps something less explicit? I do not wish to give the wrong impression of my intentions.”

“Wise.” Jocasta typed a few more entries, then selected again. “What about the Mrryum Starflower volumes? Starflower is a pseudonym of a male author writing in the voice of an imagined teenaged shepherdess in the throes of…well, excruciating verse, but also love, I suppose.” She clicked through more information. “And, horrifyingly, the poems seem to be intended with teenage girls as the target audience, Force preserve them, so the content rating indicates they should be free of any, ah, clanging love-lyres.”

“Thank the pitiless stars for that.” Dooku murmured. “But Mrryum Starflower seems perfect for my purposes.”

“I sent the reference numbers to you. You’ll have to go out to a bookshop though. Those works aren’t in the Jedi Archives.” That seemed obvious since he was giving the books away as a gift, but Jocasta said it as a point of particular pride, as if she wanted him to know that she had deliberately purged such material from the collection. Maybe she had.

But I'm a self-indulgent brat at heart so here's a little dramatic WIP from an upcoming fic:

“Sy, that’s enough.” Dooku drew Sifo-Dyas’s hands away from scrabbling at the hatch. The door was mechanized; there was no way he could actually open it from the inside while the ship was in flight, but he did not seem to realize he was hurting himself in the attempt. Blood smeared the seam where he had tried to work his fingertips into the gap and pry it open.   “Don't you see? We both just go out.” The seer’s eyes were entirely black from pupil to eyelid, as bright and wild as stars. He sounded almost euphoric. “It fixes everything!”

27 music I listen to while writing

What a fitting question from you in particular, considering I was lucky enough to snag you as a friend over a little chat about playlists! :D In that spirit, I have to share the playlist in question, my general Burning Stars Pure Idiot Vibes playlist. ❤️