#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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writingmeraki Ⓒ 2024

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[waywardstation]

It's the Third Anniversary of PLA!

It's kinda hard to believe the Game is out for 3 years now.

Also 3 years of a good part of the Fandom crying over Ingo's unfortunate fate and the whereabouts of his twin brother.

But it also means almost 3 years worth of your content as well!

3 years of laughing, crying, cheering and rooting for your Akari and Ingo whom she adopted as her uncle/fatherly figure.

3 years full of fun shenanigans, exciting stories and heartwarming and wholesome content.

I know with the release anniversary I am a little early but I wanna say thank you already for giving us so much wonderful content in those 3 years! Keep up the good work! (in your own pace and without stress)

WHAT A FANTASTIC THREE YEARS IT HAS BEEN!! It is wild to think that Pokemon Legends: Arceus came out three whole years ago today. I still remember having the game delivered to my door on that day, and opening it and going in blind cause there was literally like nothing out for the gameplay yet. Immediately ran into Ingo and how Irida described he had appeared here from another place like me, I didn't recognize him at all but in my head I kept going 'he looks like a crashed pilot or something he looks so cool', grew attached to him cause we were in the same situation but his was way worse but he was still kind, and also cause he looked cool to me haha. Only after he started talking about Emmet and Chandelure in Wayward Cave did I realize he wasn't a new character and I had seen him before.

Grew obsessed with his whole story, wrote my first fanfics ever and kept them to myself for weeks, but I wasn't seeing a lot of the content being made that I wanted to see at this point (it's understandable though the game was still so new) so I then made a tumblr account to finally post them, because I didn't realize AO3 had such a long account creation waitlist lol.

IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE THIS BEGAN WOW.

I am so, so happy that you and other awesome people have appreciated almost three years of my silly self-indulgent content now, I still see some of the same people who came around my blog three years ago interacting with my stuff today, and that means so much. And it's been so exciting seeing people still jump into this fandom today, too!!

Thank YOU Neko, for being one of those people who have been here since the beginning and for always motivating me and being kind to me, and wishing me well and sharing such awesome ideas you have yourself!!! And thank you everyone who has interacted with this blog and taken the time to appreciate my content and be a friend to me ;v; <3

I am working on some stuff to post for the anniversary today. I have content ready, its just uncertain how much of it will be done haha. I'm cleaning up WIPs that have been aging in my docs!! Happy three years to Pokémon Legends: Arceus, my favorite game, so so important and special to me!!!!!!

[sabulana]

WIP Wednesday

I don't have a lot of time for writing thanks to The Child, but when I do it's usually one of these three WIPs, all Dead Boy Detectives fics. Thought I'd share some snippets for WIP Wednesday in the hopes that it will keep my motivation up.

Absolution (Working title for the Simon redemption fic)

“But how am I supposed to go on to whatever Afterlife there is for me if he's still got Hell hanging over his head?” asked Simon.  Death shrugged. “There's always choices. You can have a personalised, peaceful Afterlife, whatever that looks like for you, or there's reincarnation, where you get another chance at life, maybe do things better next time around. You've already done your time in Hell, so that's out.” “Would I know what I did, if I reincarnated?” Simon asked. Death shook her head. “Nope. I mean, there's a few who do get some memories to carry over but mostly, it's one life and one set of memories to make. You wouldn't remember Edwin or anything else.” “Then I'm not reincarnating,” Simon said. “And I can't go on to whatever peace there is, not when Edwin can't.” “His Afterlife, whatever form that would take, wouldn't necessarily align with yours, you know,” Death said. She sounded amused, of all things. “You wouldn't see him again.” “It's not about that!” Simon snapped, even as he realised that arguing with Death herself was probably a bad idea. “it's just not right that I can go on to — to, what, to Heaven? And he can't because of me! Isn't there another option?” “There are rules even I can't break, you know,” Death said. She eyed him speculatively. “But there are some I can choose to ignore, once in a while and some I can bend. You're sure you don't want to just go on and find your peace?” “I was punished for my cruelty, my guilt and my shame,” Simon said. “But I don’t think that means I’ve atoned for my actions. If there’s anything else I can do, to do some good instead, then I want to do that.” “In that case, why don't you work for me?” Death suggested.

It Must Be Love (Self indulgent Payneland getting together fic)

“What's up?” Crystal asked, pausing her movie. “Just…wanted to make sure things are clear between us,” Charles said, taking a seat on the armchair next to her.  Crystal shifted, setting the popcorn to one side and giving him her full attention. “Charles?” “It's just… what happened between us in Port Townsend. I just… want to make sure we're on the same page, right?” Charles dropped his gaze, feeling awkward. “Uh. Yeah, I suppose we should talk about that. I was. Kind of avoiding it, honestly,” Crystal confessed. “I don't want to hurt you. I've hurt enough people already, and I don't want to lose one of the first genuine friends I've ever had.” Charles looked up at her, plastering a smile on. “Can't be that bad, can it? I mean, I know we kissed back in Port Townsend but we haven't since you said goodbye in the butcher shop and. Uh. I'm okay with that. If we just… leave that stuff in Port Townsend. Not that I don't think you're brills or anything!” he rushed to add on. “‘Cause you are but I don't think it's a good idea to keep on, you know?” “Oh, thank god,” Crystal said, flinging herself back on the sofa. “I was terrified you wanted more.” “Oi!” Charles said in mock offence. “What do you mean, terrified?”

Untitled Poltergeist?Charles fic (AU where Charles dies alone, and Crystal attends St. Hilarions as a student, eventual Payneland probably)

Crystal kept half an eye on the crowd, in case anyone told her off for being there instead of at the girls’ dormitory. That was the only reason she noticed one of the boys breaking away from the crowd. No one spoke to him or called put as he wandered away, hands in his pockets. Crystal wondered if he was like her, a new student who hadn't yet made friends. He seemed to know where he was going though, walking around the back of the building and ending up walking the path in front of Crystal. She debated turning around. She didn't want to be accused of following anyone when she was just walking. But then again, she was just walking, and maybe there would be a fork in the path and she could go one way and the boy the other. Didn't have to be anything strange or awkward about it. So Crystal kept walking, and unintentionally following the boy in front. She couldn't make out any details. A slim build and black hair, but that was it. He had patches and pins on his coat like some kind of punk, but she couldn't make out what they were. For the next few minutes, she ended up trailing behind him, slowing her pace so she didn't catch up and have to deal with the awkwardness of passing him when she had no actual destination in mind. Even so, she was still close enough to see when he strayed from the path towards an old building by the treeline.  And she was close enough to see when he walked through the door. Without opening it. Crystal stopped. “Fuck.” She turned around and walked back the way she came. Fuck this. Of course her parents would send her to a fucking haunted school. Well, tough shit. She was not getting involved with ghosts and demons and any other supernatural bullshit, especially not when the term hadn't even started yet.

I've got enough written of these three that I could post a chapter each to AO3 but everything is so irregular right now and I don't want to post something I might not be able to finish.

[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

[ferditheas]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by @sorbriquette ! As a fair warning, only 2 of my fics are FE3H, so most of this will be a bit unrelated. ^^

Absolutely no pressure to participate if you aren't interested, but I'll tag @varley-of-torment , @faerghusfucker , @merlyybird , @battry-acid , @gengor .

Questions under the cut!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

On my current AO3, 24. I have two old accounts - I think it'd probably be in the 50s or so if we count those. (also, i'm going to be too lazy to link to each individual fic, so my account is HERE if you want to check any of them out.)

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

69,292 - first of all, haha nice. second, that is higher then I expected!

3) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A SK8 fic I wrote about a minor female character interacting with the major M/M ship, a PJO fic which is about a female character who has no screentime interacting with the major M/M ship, a fic I anonymized, and two fics from my A3 'gamers on a couch discussing feelings' series.

I sense a pattern.

4) What fandoms do you write for?

I'm not as active in fic writing as I'd like to be. But my backlog is mainly A3! and Fire Emblem.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I always do! Because, well... this feels a bit clinical to say, but you've got to reward the behavior you want to see? I like getting comments! It makes fic writing feel worth it. And if somebody has spent the time to leave me a nice comment, I'd like to acknowledge it, and let them know that it mattered to me.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A Boquet of Rafflesia, my FE fates fanfic about Siegbert having Peri as a mom and being miserable. I think fondly on that fic. It is so self-indulgent.

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

My Daughter Loves Him, I Think He Looks a Little Gay, But Whatever Makes My Princess Happy (bi4bi yutaba fic) or On the Shore of Matsuho (chihayafuru canon compliant fic)

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I've ever seen.

9) Do you write smut?

I've attempted it one time, and I never finished it. It's not like I'm opposed to the idea, it's just... never really worked for me.

10) Do you write crossovers?

For a one-shot collection, I briefly did a fic featuring both Lissa and Edelgard... which is kind of a cross-over, I guess?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. But I have had the fan visual novel I co-created in 2019 ripped off to various degrees of blatancy,so I guess there's that...?

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

In the past, yeah. None on my current AO3.

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Even though I don't write for it anymore (the only fic on my current account for them is a reupload of stuff I wrote ages ago), I still have a lot of fondness for Blupjeans. I was the original warrior for them.

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"23 and May" (drew pokemon anime takes a DNA test and realizes wally is his half-brother), simply because of how funny the title is. I fear it'd be a bit too self-indulgent with my pokemon anime ocs, though.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at giving characters an individual voice. I change the style of my narration depending on the personality of the character.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing instead of just daydreaming about it. And even if I get the words on the page, I struggle to complete them. And I don't tend to post somthing unless I've finished it.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I don't really have thoughts on this.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Either pokemon anime or warrior cats, when I was 8-10. I still have a lot of those old fics saved on my computer. I love rereading them - they're deeply "cringy", but it's really fascinating to see what aspects of my style were already present.

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Hating You And Loving You. It's a weird parody of what I believe is a now-extinct genre of fanfic, and I had an absolute blast making it.

[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

[lucaniseyebrowlicker]

WIP Wednesday

was tagged by both @saltyowlets and @nonagesimus! I will not be tagging anyone because Wednesday is nearly over and I am getting this post out by the skin of my teeth myself lol

In an unfortunate (fortunate) and unexpected turn of events, I have found myself positively entrenched in an AU (or maybe it's canon now, we'll see, I have no control!) in which Daphne goes buckwild in the South with beloved characters from earlier games during the time postgame in which I imagine she and Lucanis have broken up because of The Crows of It All. And now all my WIPs are about her and Fenris and it's working in a way I did not expect, so I am going a little nuts about it!

Anyway here's some of that:

“Tell me about him?” Fenris asks, and the question catches her off guard. “Do I have to?” she responds, flat. But she knows she will. There’s nothing else to do, not now that they’ve snuffed out the Venatori presence in town. They’ll rest here a few days before moving on to the fortress a day’s hike southeast.

“No, you don’t.” Fenris says, and he stands, and starts removing the belt his daggers are strapped to, unsheathing them and laying them on the credenza where his gauntlets and braces are already lined up. He shrugs off his shearling vest, and Daphne watches the easy way his shoulders roll, before he turns and drapes the vest along the back of the chair he’d just been sitting in.

That old feeling prickles up the back of her throat. Pine tar and sawdust. An ancient snarl of things unsaid that seems as much a part of her as bone and breath some days. 

“We weren’t good at talking to each other,” she says. “It’s why I left.”

Fenris pauses, fingers stilling at the laces of his pauldrons, and she rises from the bed, crosses to him. When she reaches out, he drops his hands from the ties and lets her undo them herself, lift them off his shoulders.

“Our time in the Veilguard, his work with the Crows, it weighed on us,” she continues, and Fenris takes the pauldrons from her, sets them carefully aside. When he turns back, he lifts an arm and she steps in close, ducking under the limb to loosen the strap of his breastplate. She runs the smooth leather and the cold metal of the rivets and buckle under her thumb, before stepping out to let him turn and offer her his other side.

“I was afraid,” she says, repeating the gesture, then guiding him with a hand at his waist to turn and face her head-on. His face is still, stony, though he watches her with rapt attention as she reaches for the strap at his right shoulder. “Of losing him. I had no family, in the Mourn Watch, and the Veilguard had splintered. I was lost. So I said nothing, kept things from him.”

“I find that difficult to believe,” Fenris says, and she’s moved so close that the air between them vibrates with the timbre of his voice. 

She quirks her lips, then says, “It’s easier, here. I am not a Watcher, not Rook, not the First Talon’s partner. I am,” she stops. Because the word she was about to say is one she has longed for all her life, and yet it stills on her tongue.

“You are Daphne,” Fenris finishes. And her name, said here, said now, by a friend, with no one else around to think of any of the other things she has been called, is a sound sweet as morning dew.

She nods, moves to work the buckle at Fenris’s left shoulder. He puts a hand at her hip, steadying her, fingers barely grazing the leather of her leggings.

“He is kind,” she says, the continuation a desperate bid against the way her heart has started hammering at her chest, rabbit-quick. “In a way his work does not often allow him to indulge.”

The breastplate is ready to remove, but it would require their parting, and Daphne’s pulse is fluttering wild in her throat, she’s struggling to keep her breathing even, but she cannot bring her self to step back. She stays close.

His fingers are still at her hip when he says, “It would appear you have a type.”

She shifts her attention from the armor still hanging from his body, turns her head to look him in the eye, amusement at his own remark glimmering there, crouching in the corners of his mouth. 

“And what makes you think you have sufficient evidence to back that claim?” she asks, and it’s a little more breathless than she’d been hoping.

“Am I supposed to pretend I have not noticed?” Fenris asks. He takes a step back of his own, and finally sheds his armor.

“No. That rather defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”

[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. 🥰

[sevi007]

Hi!! I've been reading your fic series Coffee and Mayhem for a couple weeks now, I have a couple fics left but I simply had to come tell you how much I absolutely adore your writing! You just GET them, I have never seen someone write them as well as you! When I'm reading your fics, I find myself thinking "oh I would love to see if that scene happened" when mentioned, because most fic writers skip tons of stuff- then I am always so thrilled when you actually wrote said scene! You have such a wonderful understanding of words and flow, reading your work is an absolute joy and I have been eating up every word! Stobotnik means the world to me, and when I daydream about them I find myself placing it inside the little world you created. Making fanart for fics is my favorite pasttime, I've already found myself a couple hours deep into a WIP for a piece based on We were staying in Paris- I can't wait to share it ❤️ Thank you so much for the incredible read! I am so excited to see whatever you write next :)

mae-peachie

Hello!

You know, I'm kind of glad to hear that someone actually DIDN'T ruin their sleep schedule to read the entire series in, like, two days XD Always made me worry a bit in the style of "please take care of yourself?!"

Aww, thank you, that's a huge compliment! Like 99 percent of the fics - and especially Stone's POV - are really all just self-indulgent, I'm having a blast to write him a whole lot more confident and competent the movies really show us (though a lot of it is also inspired by his chapter in the Pre-Quill comic). The rest of it, especially the banter, just writes itself honestly - especially Jimbotnik is such a big talker and snappy, funny character in the movies, it is supremely easy for me to get as close to his speech pattern and eccentrics as possible. He's making it super duper easy for me!

As for not skipping the scenes, I think that's all just me. I'm extremely nerdy when it comes to the How, What and Why of things and always want to know how we got somewhere, and why we are there, etcetera etcetera. Sometimes I even wonder if I write too much, because I know readers are mostly here for their conversations and their relationship, but hearing that at least one person appreciates it, is already enough for me. Thank you! ^^

Bluh! Fanart?! I love seeing fanart of them! And for my fic? I hope you know I'm vibrating in excitement already hearing that. I look forward to what you have come up with, and for what scene! =D

[jannacalendar]

I was tagged by the lovely @lisavetbathory ♥

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

I'm going to have to bend the rules somewhat as I don't have five fics uploaded to A03, so here's a sneak preview of a couple of WIPs as well!

Most hits: But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full, and sank in the burrows of my keep (BTVS // Jenny/Giles) || A Jenny Lives AU that will eventually take us all the way through to the end of the third season. I am the absolute worst because I already have a desire to go through and edit so much (bearing in mind I have about seventeen chapters already written and the whole thing mapped out.) I'm too self-critical/a perfectionist at times.

Also, the title comes from a Fiona Apple song Pale September.

But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full And sank in the burrows of my keep And all my armor falling down in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warm as I'm singing him to sleep

One day I'll share my Jenny playlist.

2nd most kudos: The above AU has the second most kudos so instead, here I will share a bit of the four parter story I have nearly finished. Who doesn't love a bit of time loop fun? Giles decides to reset time to save Jenny from Angel. Jenny returns the favour. Chaos ensues.

“So what spell did we both use to ensnare us in this loop?” “The Rite of Vassago.”  “Why on Earth would we cast that?” He looked horrified. “Dire circumstances,” she shrugged. “Don’t look at me like it’s my fault! You cast it first!” “I did?” “Yeah. You know, in the last loop you were much more grateful,” she said pointedly. 

3rd most comments: Life sang the refrain of love (BTVS // Jenny/Giles) || I had so much fun writing this one. Jenny makes the mistake of going to Ethan's costume shop to find the perfect outfit for the holiday and gets more than she bargained for when he discovers she is dating a certain librarian...

The plot/the transformation Jenny undergoes is inspired by a 1917 silent film called Rapsodia Satanica. I studied film at university (so if Jenny ever comes across as a film nerd in any particular fic, there you go) and find the preservation of older works not only interesting, but so vital, so am delighted to share this is on YouTube should you ever want to check it out!

4th most bookmarks: I'll Haunt the World Inside You (THG // Haymitch/Effie) || I was deep into the THG tumblr fandom back in 2012 and Suzanne Collins just keeps pulling me back in with her new stories. This was something I actually started writing back during the Covid lockdown to kill the time. Myself and a friend would send each other respective chapters of our fics. It was cute. I've decided to unearth the fic and finish it off.

Back in the FF.Net days I had a story similar to this that is very much here in spirit all these years later. Sometimes I wish I hadn't deleted that account just so I could go back and see my development as a writer well over a decade later...

5th most words: Here's another nice mess you've gotten me into (BTVS // Jenny & Dawn, background Jenny/Giles) || As I say in the notes, I can and I will insert Jenny into various shenanigans she missed out on. I'm not someone who thinks Jenny is a) good with kids, b) wants kids, or c) would continue to get along with all the scoobies in the long run... and I think all of that still lends itself to having fun with her interacting with the gang. This was a little slither of self-indulgence about her being forced to spend time with another character I love in the series: Dawn.

Fewest words: Nightmares WIP (BTVS // Jenny & Giles) || Given my Jenny Lives AU starts mid-s2, I did want to go back and explore what Jenny's role could have been in earlier stories through the occasional oneshot. Nightmares isn't my favourite s1 story (and I hold the first season in very high regard, Teacher's Pet aside) but I adore the concept. Sidenote: it also makes a great double bill with the Charmed episode From Fear to Eternity.

What would Jenny's nightmares be? That's a very rich concept to delve deeper into. It's also something that, if they had actually mapped her character out from the off, could have served as a good springboard into her second season arc, but alas.

“No, Jenny, it’s not that - though as you are apt at reminding me, I’m sure I wouldn’t get it regardless,” he was short, quicker to reach breaking point than usual in their back and forths. “But I can’t read.” “...Then you’re out of a job buddy.” He scoffed, then his head dropped into his hands with a groan. Realising she had said the wrong thing, Jenny awkwardly sat beside him and attempted to break the ensuing silence. Winding him up was only fun when he didn’t appear to be on the precipice of a breakdown. “What do you mean you can’t read?”

Tagging: @mistyintherivers, @coraniaid, @brutal4you + anyone who would like to share their work!

[604to647]

🎉 Time for some Self-Positivity! 🎉 

🌟 What's a scene or line you wrote that still makes you smile when you reread it? ✍️ What's something you've improved on in your writing journey? 👀 Share a link to a fic of yours that you think deserves more love!

Answer these questions, and send this to 5 writers who inspire you ❤️

Love, El

El, darling!! Thank you for this ask and the opportunity to reflect a little on my writing journey over the past year and a half 🥹🥹 Kindly forgive me for the long, self-indulgent answer 🫶🏻

When I first started writing, I had one (only 1 WIP? Emily, you sweet summer child 😂) multi-chapter story ready to pour out of my head - there was almost a rush to introduce the long plot, world building, and characters. My writing in those early chapters focused mainly on moving the plot, the characters, the audience's understanding of the AU, from point A to point B. Direct, functional. Don't get me wrong, I look back on the early chapters of Safest with You with so much fondness - it was exciting to begin and I'm proud that they represent my first time writing!

I've since had the good fortune to practice more descriptive writing; I quite enjoy taking the time to set a scene or mood, provide a glimpse into the characters' feelings and state of mind, evoke emotions rather than only "telling" the reader what's happening. There's still lots of room for improvement, but here are some lines from At First Light (part of The Rockford Portfolio) that I think illustrate my progress so far (and make me smile!):

Gentle.  Quiet.

Every move Tim makes as he comes home is soft, nearly soundless – from the slow turn of his key in your door, to the way he gingerly places it in the bowl so that the clinking of his keys with yours is imperceptible.

Shoes are toed off with the greatest of care.  Every step he takes that brings him closer to you is gentle.

Quiet.

Tim tugs at his already throbbing length as he gazes upon the goddess who calls to him even in her sleep, blissfully unaware that her very existence keeps him safe and brings him home.

You don’t stir when the mattress dips from Tim’s added weight, and not even when he carefully unravels the Gordian knot of sheets that stand between him and what’s his.

Answering this ask made me so emotional, El! We really pour so much of ourselves into writing, don't we? It was nice to let myself acknowledge that I've grown in doing something that brings me so much joy. Thank you bb!

Pedro tax for the long response:

[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.

[joocomics]

fantasy writing is so fun sometimes bc you get to make your own rules to the world and have a fun time thinking what could've brought the world to turn out that way and idk, i love it. but it also takes so so SO much energy that i don't have at the moment. the fantasy fic i'm writing rn is an apocalypse fic and i'm already like 6k words into it and JUST found out that the reason people can't be out in the rain is because the bombs used in The Ending War™ (still not sure about that name) contaminated the water most places and since rain comes from evaporated water from the ground it means the rain is contaminated too and causes harm to humans, but the most i have to make up about that world is why it went to shit 💀

side tangent over, as for your question about the other members, i think they'll show up!! but i'm not sure how yet bc seonghwa doesn't get much help and i don't want them to be against him so i have to keep ponder about that some more,, THANKS for getting excited tho!! i love sharing and getting excited with people about my ideas 🥰

literally do not know how you keep yourself focused on completing the event drabbles, i would've jumped on the jooyeon idea SO FAST, i think it's really admirable that you can hold yourself back, even if the bookstore jooyeon is living in my head too and i secretly hope you get less self control.... the list of wips sounds good tho!! it's nice to have it visible like that!! i get the need to relax about it too though. we're not being paid to write this and nothing feels worse than fighting your way through writing something you have NO interest in writing atm.. 🫂

yunho is a wild card fr, you never know if you get weird/silly or him being a slut against the wall or in general in low lighting.. i remember a specific video he did with wooyoung,,, he was SO hot it went EVERYWHERE on atinytwt

I DID SEE YEONJUN DID IT!!! i had to throw my phone away because i can't handle him recently 😵 (he's my bias from txt) HIT BY A TRUCK IS RIGHT

🫂 i love chatting with you too. and if i ever post that post-sex glowing intak idea we talked about i might just reveal myself (scary but you're so sweet i feel it's gonna be okay) - 👾

EXACTLYYYY!! fantasy genre is what ignited my love for reading books yearssss ago (percy jackson i’m looking at you, my first crush fr) it’s fascinating how much you can do with it, and how many interesting stuff you can create by using well known and loved tropes/concepts by putting ur own twist to it. DAMN THE RAIN?? HELLO THAT SOUNDS SICK 😩 (positive) i love your imagination!!

ahh i love discussing these things with you too 🫶🏼 and i really appreciate you sharing about your works and ideas with me!!

OH i don’t think that i’m holding back from the joo idea as much as it seems like i am 😬 because last night i wrote a scene that could possibly be the beginning of the fic and it ended up at like 600 words 😭 i had a shit day yesterday and it felt good to indulge myself in it! i also already have an idea for a possible cliffhanger that could lead to a possible sequel?! so yeah looks like i’m not holding myself back THAT much anymore HOWEVER i’m careful not to overdo it or smth since i’m focused on doing the drabbles; for now, i try to look at the joo idea like a fun project on the side that i relax in my free time with

YEONJUN IS MY BIAS TOO! (and kai… i double bias here too shocking) i think we’ll never be fully capable of handling him 😬

take your time and no pressure!! i already appreciate you coming here regularly to chat with me! of course, i’ll be happy to be able to support your post and blog overall, but it’s not necessary to reveal yourself if you’re not completely sure about it 🫂