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shoegazingmonad · 1 month ago

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Just been going through all of the artist + author commentary again and whilst I was musing on what the coloured dream bubbles represented (kindly noted to be Violet, Maroon and Sea foam by Haven)

They go ahead and say this:

And they make a joke about it again on the commentary for their first appearance.

There's been foreshadowing for the Deltritus kids so far back as March 2024, and I somehow skimmed over it without noticing...

6 Flowers for 6 kids. There's proof for this in the window design of the sbahj joke from November's writer commentary too as @nolonger100daysoftavvyfanart pointed out.

So - it looks like we've got 3 of Rose's species, as indicated by the colours names, Violet, Sea foam and Maroon (which as a verb means to be put ashore on a desolate island or coast) and the dream bubbles which we know to be created by Horrorterrors. This heavily suggests that GC isn't a satyr.

To the side there are 3 more flowers; blue / grey, purple, and green / yellow. These are likely to be Dirk's species.

There's also some bubbles here, though I'm not sure whether these are linked to the flowers or not, since they don't match up all that well. They look a lot like Rose and Terezi's colours if anything.

As for the flowers themselves, it's pretty hard to tell due to how simplistic they are, and all of the below are well-researched guesses. The flowers I was more sure of fell into the category of birth flowers, too, which a lot of flower symbolism sites claim is a tradition carried on from Ancient Rome, which Deltritus is looking to take inspiration from. I'm assuming that they might fit into that somehow, since there's not that many flowers with mythology that perfectly resemble them but I'm not gonna strictly adhere to it.

but anyway, from left to right here's what I've got.

1st (GC's):

Violet (perhaps coastal or arrowhead?) - (sapphic) love, honesty, protection and dreams. Cognate with 'iodine', a contact explosive that releases a purple cloud of vapor when detonated, as they share origin from the Greek word iōeidēs "violet-colored".

Mentioned a few times in Sappho's poems, one about a lost love "Close by my side you put around yourself [many wreaths] of violets and roses.", in another one she describes her as wearing "violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around". A poem between her and Alcaeus (another poet from Lesbos) has him describe Sappho as "violet-weaving". It's also one of the February birth flowers.

Purple Lilac - first love, new beginnings / rebirth (regardless of colour), genus name 'Syringa' comes from the greek word 'Syrinx' meaning pipe or tube, calling back to the 'gavage' (force-feeding) in their chumhandle. Syrinx was also the name of a nymph in greek mythology, who 'had many times attracted the attention of satyrs' and was known for chastity.

2nd:

Poppy - eternal sleep, peace, sacrifice, honour and remembrance. The sleep association usually comes from it's link to opium, a sedative. They can also rebloom after long periods of staying dormant, linking them with rebirth. They're also mentioned in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz in reference to this fact, as there's a poppy field that can make the characters sleep forever. The name might be imitative of the latin word "pap-" "to swell", or even "pappa" - "milk", as their sap resembles it. It is one of the August birth flowers.

It's associated with Morpheus, God of sleep, Demeter, God of harvest, agriculture, fertility, and sacred law, Venus Goddess of love, sex and fertility - just a handful of them. Demeter created the flower to bring her sleep so she could forget her grief after Hades abducted Persephone, and ancient Greeks offered poppy seeds in their rites to Ceres to ensure a bountiful corn harvest. There was a tradition of putting a poppy petal in the left palm and striking the petal with their right hand to determine faithfulness. If I pasted all of the relations it has to gods this would be way longer than necessary so besides that briefing you can find out all about that here.

Anemone - forsaken sickness, brevity, withered hopes, anticipation. From Greek anemonē "wind flower," literally "daughter of the wind," as anemos "wind" + one feminine patronymic suffix.

Before talking about the details I just want to mention that on the panel there isn't the white ring around the center that anemones usually have - which you'd think would be necessary as it's a very defining part of the flower even though there are some without it. I believe this was to avoid muddling it with the grey on the fourth blue flower, which based on the colours of the other flowers, represents Calliope. Despite including the poppy here too I'm more sure it's an anemone, as the mythology is a little more specific, the drawing just throws me off a little. Okay back to the interesting part.

A Wikipedia so kindly puts it:

The Metamorphoses of Ovid says that the plant was created by the goddess Aphrodite when she sprinkled nectar on the blood of her dead lover Adonis, suggesting the frailty of the petals that can be easily blown away by the wind. "Anemone" may also refer to Nea'man, the Phoenician name for Adonis, from an earlier Syrian myth of the god of vegetation, who was killed by the tusks of a wild boar. The common name windflower is used for the entire genus.

3rd:

Peony (probably Wild Peony, as it's native in Greece and looks similar) - bashfullness, compassion, good luck, prosperity, a happy marriage. From Greek paionia (fem. of paionios), may be from Paiōn, name of the physician of the gods (likely Apollo in this case). Probably named from paean "hymn of praise, song of triumph;" due to the plant's healing qualities. Prefers cool climates and can last up to a hundred years (depending on the conditions). The roots of wild peonies were ground to a powder and used to treat colds and sore throats. It is one of the November birth flowers, and is often a flower given during a twelth wedding anniversary.

Mischievous nymphs were said to hide in the petals of the peony, giving it the meaning of shame or bashfulness.

Some site talks about "a nymph called Paeonia, who was so attractive that Apollo, son of Zeus, fell in love with her. This irked Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and love, who became jealous. She turned Paeonia into a flower." and "In one of the myths, the peony got its name from Paeon, the physician to the Greek gods. He was the apprentice of Asclepius who is the god of healing and medicine. Paeon is believed to have discovered a root that could help relieve the pain of childbirth. His master, jealous that Paeon would soon eclipse his popularity, vowed to kill him. Zeus turned Paeon into a peony flower to save him from certain death." though I can't find where either of these came from.

Myrtle - glory, home, honor, a bloodless victory. Another flower associated with Aphrodite, who's name Hesiod derives from aphrós "sea-foam".

Thanking Wikipedia again for not making me scavenge a bunch of vague flower websites:

Two myths are connected to the myrtle; in the first, Myrsine was a chaste girl beloved by Athena who outdid all the other athletes, so they murdered her in retaliation. Athena turned her into a myrtle, which became sacred to her. In the second, Myrina was a dedicated priestess of Aphrodite who was either abducted to be married or willingly wished to entered marriage in spite of her vows. In any case, Aphrodite turned her into myrtle, and gave it fragrant smell, as her favourite plant.

In Rome, Virgil explains that "the poplar is most dear to Alcides, the vine to Bacchus, the myrtle to lovely Venus, and his own laurel to Phoebus." At the Veneralia, women bathed wearing crowns woven of myrtle branches, and myrtle was used in wedding rituals. In the Aeneid, myrtle marks the grave of the murdered Polydorus in Thrace. Aeneas' attempts to uproot the shrub cause the ground to bleed, and the voice of the dead Polydorus warns him to leave. The spears which impaled Polydorus have been magically transformed into the myrtle which marks his grave.

4th:

Delphinium - flight of fancy, happiness, reaching for your goals, attracting new opportunities. Also known as Lark's spur or Knight's spur. Comes from the Greek word for dolphin (delphis), similar to the word for womb (delphys). Some sites say it's associated with Apollo as a delphinium sprung from Ajax's blood, and also because Delphi is the site of Apollo's temple. Mythologically the city name comes from Delphyne, a she-serpent who was the foster mother of Typhon. They're poisonous to humans and livestock, and peasants used to carry them to protect themselves against Scorpion stings. It is one of the July birth flowers.

Returning to the topic of dolphins, there's a lot of myths about those too. Mentions here they were associated with Poseidon; which sounds a little irrelevant but apparently he was the God of horses? Which suddenly makes it feel pretty relevant.

The cool dolphin site says "In one myth about Poseidon, dolphin messengers were sent to bring him a nymph he loved, who he later married. As a reward, he set the dolphin in the sky as a constellation." and "Once, some pirates captured the god Bacchus or Dionysus who confused him with a Prince, with the intention to ask for ransom. Dionysus raged and turned the ship’s oars into snakes, which frightened the pirates and made them jump into the sea. However, the god had mercy on them and decided to turn them into dolphins so that from then on they would help men."

5th:

Purple Rose - allure, respect, mystery, wealth and royalty. Associated with Aphrodite. In the Iliad, Aphrodite protects the body of Hector using the "immortal oil of the rose" and the archaic Greek lyric poet Ibycus praises a beautiful youth saying that Aphrodite nursed him "among rose blossoms". There's also an account of a sanctuary to the Charites (three sisters who attended to Aphrodite) made of wood, showing them holding a rose, a die (huh...) and a branch of myrtle. It is one of the June birth flowers.

6th:

Primrose (Evening Primrose or Water Primrose, though despite the name they aren't actually closely related) - inconstancy, friendship and good will. From Medieval Latin prima rosa - "first rose". Apparently there's an English superstition that if you bring any home it has to be 13, and that any more or less brings bad luck. It is one of the February birth flowers.

In Greek mythology, the primrose was linked to the goddess Persephone. According to the myth, when Persephone was abducted by Hades, her mother Demeter plunged the world into darkness and despair. However, when Persephone was allowed to return to the surface, Demeter’s joy brought forth the blooming of primroses, signaling the return of spring and the revival of nature.

Wood Poppy? which would entail all the same symbolism I previously mentioned but with the added meanings of weath and success.

This took about 4 days for me to conclude so I'm praying on the downfall of whoever decided to make these so abstract and style accurate.

Onto other details now; the flowers (which I brought up earlier) also have the colours of Roxy, Calliope, Kanaya and Jade on them. GC's has Roxy's colour on it, the sea foam one has Kanaya's, the blue one has Calliope's and the green / yellow one has Jade's.

As of now this could really mean anything - maybe it's to show which are gonna be the omega kid's patron... things as one of them is GC's, or maybe it's classpect related. There's a chance it's ideological too as they say this-

-in the artist's commentary, but there's still no evidence for that as of now.

We'll probably get to see these kids next month since Candy's just had it's big important plot climax and this update came out in March. Looking forward to seeing these little freaks of nature...

#Okay back to stuff that's actually fun to research and analyse. And not just 24/7 flower research #Do with all of this information what you please #homestuck 2 #hs:bc #gavagecunctation #deltritus kids #ramblings #Serious HS Stuff

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

thank you for the tag, @flightlessangelwings 🥰💖

A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

Safe Haven (Marc Spector x Reader)

Sugar (Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Night Moves (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) (and because it's a continuation of this fic: Good Neighbors Series)

Invisible String (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Honorable Mentions: Rich Girl (Driver!Jake/Rich Girl!Reader) & Softer (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

No Pressure Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @whatthefishh @melodygatesauthor @ivystoryweaver @hon3yboy @runa-falls @romanarose @soft-girl-musings @softlyspector

aaaaaaaaand anyone else who wants to do this ❤️❤️ (pls tag me, i wanna see if i've read your faves!!)

#games #i always choose that first one lmao #no idea why but it's still my favorite #i've reread it way too many times

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deathrcll · 11 days ago

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Hopefully this isn't rude but could you share the resources you used for your Trans muses and sex? Sorry if I read that wrong

hi ! it's not rude !

i spoke with trans people that i know personally as well as read fanfiction written by trans writers to determine the different stages for my muses and what they are and aren't comfortable with.

i used these different guides to create my trans muses and reference them pretty frequently, as well as send my writing / questions i have to my trans friends to make sure that i'm not doing something inappropriate.

all of my trans muses have sex, each comfortable with various degrees of things. for example, bren falls into the category of not necessarily liking anything in what he refers to as his front ( due to his feelings of dysmorphia and past traumas ) unless he's extremely comfortable with his partner and is very vocal about when he does and doesn't want that. haven, valentina, and elijah have had bottom surgery while bren goes back and forth on it, however, he's on HRT and has bottom growth. in one of the resources, you'll read that ( based on stats ) it's okay for your muse to not want full reconstructive surgery and is the norm.

while ao3 is a cess pool for a lot of things, there are a lot of resources there that can help shape your writing for sex. i would steer clear of anything that has to do with a/b/o ( no shade, no tea ) as it's fetishizing more often than not, and to pick a a genre you like and see if there are tags for that. for example, one of the fanfiction that i read shaped bren's experiences with sex very heavily and it was a sam wilson x bucky barnes fanfic ( sue me ), while others were trans sam wilson x natasha romanoff, trans miguel o'hara x peter parker ( obviously the grown one ), trans carol danvers x monica rambeau, etc and they were written by trans writers.

obviously those are just examples, but here are the resources i reference a lot :

common mistakes writing trans characters

glaad reference guide

what gender dysphoria is like

tips for allies of trans people

tropes to avoid

hope this helps ! if you have more questions, seek out other trans resources or see if a trans mun is willing to speak to you about their experiences. remember that no one owes it to you to help, and that there are a lot of resources you could seek out first

#⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ ooc ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ vee chattering.#⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ ooc ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ resources.

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tc-doherty · 3 months ago

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Writer Accountability - 1/8

Total word count: 1,483

Tagging: @did-i-do-this-write @cee-grice @the-letterbox-archives

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Suddenly the object of his musings spoke. "It's not at all as I thought it would be." "What isn't?” "The fairy hills. In stories people who are stolen away find themselves amidst pleasure and luxury. I don't think this qualifies." Did the other races have stories such as that? Anrikas would never have thought so. Then again, he never spent much time thinking about that kind of thing to begin with. But Kit was certainly correct about one thing – flights through the woods and eking out safe havens among damp and muddy ruins did not count as luxury. But of course it would not, this was not the fairy hills, wherever that was supposed to be. And Anrikas said so. "This is the real world. The world of man. It's you with the mien of the sea king's get that must've come from the kingdoms of the otherfolk." "We haven't even got a king," said Kit. They both needed sleep desperately, he knew, but anxiety would make that difficult. And Kit's sudden appearance was not something Anrikas could reconcile. It needed to be addressed. The entire problem Kit presented needed to be addressed. "How did you come to arrive here?" "I fell," Kit said, unhelpfully.

#writeblr #writing #tc's writing #Untitled 3 #writer accountability #a game to play at home: when does Kit actually not know/think something and when is he being purposefully obtuse? lol

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townofcadence · 7 months ago

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I haven' said it in a hot minute, but I really appreciate you guys and I'm grateful for those who stick around and are here with me! Especially the writers here who send in things or just chat with me about characters in replies or send in stuff or just try and interact. I pretty often feel like my writing is poor quality and the way I write Artair comes across boring or unenjoyable? And it's a consistent feeling when I'm writing that I'm doing something wrong or my responses are uninteresting, even if I love writing with others. But instead of focusing on that feeling, I try to think about everyone who's been so kind and engaged with me and seems to want to write with me in some measure-- that even if I still have room to grow, there's still people who can enjoy the way I write now enough to write with me and seek me out and what I create. And I don't want to take that for granted. I appreciate all of you. And, in the same vein: if I write with you, it's a choice I make to do so. You didn't force me! I send in as much as I try to because I love engaging your muses more, even if I don't turn everything into a thread. The threads I do have, I treasure and I enjoy creating with you. I hope you know you matter to me and I think you're all amazing and I feel so lucky to be here with you! I know insecurity happens, but I think you're amazing and I love your characters, and every conversation we have. Thank you so much for connecting with me and being here!! <3

#tristan rambles #ooc

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the-witty-pen-name · 1 year ago

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The Nanny Part 12

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst

Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!

3 Months Later

Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers.

“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.”

She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it.

“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies.

You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does.

“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles.

“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit.

“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made.

The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been.

You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out.

She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness.

Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.”

“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room.

“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room.

“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning.

You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines.

“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself.

“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both.

“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down.

“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”

He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first.

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.”

“Are you pro-”

“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.”

“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing.

You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can.

Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him.

By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.

He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his-

He has to get this over with as soon as possible.

He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else.

Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him.

“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth.

“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable.

“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage.

“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”

“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.

“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?”

Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control.

“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.”

“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”

“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue.

“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.”

You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.

“Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest.

There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done.

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muses0fgracie · 1 month ago

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Anonymous sent: Are your poppy Playtime Drones and your actual poppy playtime muses like. set in thr same on-blog canon?

Ask me about my AUs | Accepting!

// Uh.... it usually depends on what the other writers who bother to interact with them think and want, but on most occasions, yes! I would say they share a canon because I like the idea of it. And also because I am cringe but I am free lol.

I like to think the toys all have differing opinion on the drones, too. Baba for example doesn't fully trust the drones despite them siding with the safe haven gang, whereas Maggie doesn't fully care and is indifferent. Simon, however, thinks very positively about Uzi in particular (to the point of sucking up to her a bit) after she saved his life when he wound up at the Doctor's mercy. Of course, while Uzi couldn't care much about what the other two think, Simon is uh... she's got mixed opinions on him constantly buttering her up.

And Boxy just sees the drones as food, and the drones fuckin hate his guts in return. Lol. Nothing much else to say there.

#💫 gracie is speaking ( ooc )#💫 we just got a letter! ( ask )#💫 sick shades! ( anon )#💫 Uzi -- Verse 3 (Project Playtime AU)#💫 Simon Smoke -- Verse 1 (Main)#tw murder drones #tw poppy playtime #idk what else to tag this else so imma just leave it

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butteronabun · 9 months ago

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RULES & BYF (must read!)

RULES

My blog, my rules - it’s a safe haven for me!

My writing blog may contain suggestive content, but not explicit NSFW! minors please proceed with caution, and know where you are in cyberspace. (in addition, i only interact with 16+, so dni if you’re any younger than that.)

I only write she/her or gender neutral readers, since that’s where i’m most comfortable with.

Please don’t DM me out of the blue, send me an ask first for a head’s up!

And lastly, be kind and respectful. Do not impose anything. Do not SEND hate - do not put down writers who indulge, and do not make fun of self–inserts or self–shippers. I do not tolerate this kind of behavior!

BYF

Regarding writing

Assume all readers and characters are aged up 18+, unless they’re specified for plot purposes.

I like exploring different types of genres (especially Fluff, Angst, Coming-of-Age, Crack, etc.), but please do not always associate me with what I write. I may try to delve in with slightly dark topics, and I’ll make sure to properly put disclaimers/cws/tags! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Regarding interactions

I tend to muse about the fictional men that I really like! So feel free to chat! Let’s be friends! (I like to imagine we're like. . . sophisticated ladies inside an enormous garden, sipping tea and chatting about our favorites with our frilly gowns and fans ~)

I adore comments! I read them all, even if I don’t reply. Just know that I appreciate you ♥️

AGAIN. my blog, my rules. if you do not like my content, go on with your day and leave. thanks! :D

#navigation #please read

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kpopfan4ever-lol · 24 days ago

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Concerts and Stars!- NBS!

Lee: Catie (Me)

Ler: Sebastian Moy

I know I just posted another one before this but what can I say I just fell in love with this group! NSB STAN!

Catie's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes glued to the screen as she navigated the vast digital landscape of Tumblr. A warm glow from the monitor cast the only light in the otherwise dark room, highlighting her contemplative expression and the scattered pages of notes around her. She had been searching for hours, looking for the perfect gifsets and fanfics to add to her collection. Her blog, a haven for those who shared her peculiar tickling fetish, had become a sanctuary for her and a few anonymous followers. She felt a strange kinship with them, bound by a shared secret that brought them joy and relief in a world that often seemed too serious.

Sebastian Moy, a member of the popular boy band North Star Boys, lay in his hotel room bed, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin. The band's latest tour had been exhausting, but he had stumbled upon something that had piqued his curiosity. His eyes widened as he found a blog dedicated to tickling scenarios featuring the band members. He couldn't believe what he was reading - it was both hilarious and intriguing. As he scrolled further, he noticed that the author of the blog, "Kpopfan4ever-lol", he also found out that the writers name is Catie and she had a particular fondness for writing about him.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Sebastian clicked on the "ask me anything" button and sent a message to the blog's owner. "Hey Catie, I can't believe you're into this kind of stuff," he wrote, trying to keep his tone light. "Ever thought about meeting your muse in person?" He hit send with a mix of excitement and trepidation, not quite sure what he was expecting.

Catie's heart skipped a beat as she saw the notification pop up on her screen. Her eyes widened in shock as she read the message. It couldn't be - could it? Sebastian Moy, her ultimate crush and the star of so many of her tickle-filled daydreams, had somehow found her blog and was messaging her? She reread his words, her mind racing with the implications. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about the possibility of meeting him, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with embarrassment.

With trembling hands, she composed a response, trying to keep her cool. "H-hello Sebastian! I'm a huge fan of your work. It's a surprise to hear from you! I write these stories as a hobby, it's just something I enjoy. I'd love to meet you, but I'm not sure how that would work out." She hit send, and immediately regretted the formality of her message. She had just played it cool with the person who could make her laugh and squirm like nobody else.

Sebastian's reply came quickly. "Don't worry, I get it. But imagine if we could bring those stories to life? Just for fun, of course. No pressure. We're playing in your city tomorrow. How about we meet backstage after the show?" He sent a winking emoji that seemed to leap off the screen and tickle her already sensitive skin.

Catie's heart thudded in her chest as she stared at the message. The thought of meeting Sebastian was both thrilling and terrifying. What if he was just messing with her? But what if he was serious? She had always dreamed of meeting her idol, and now it seemed like it could actually happen. With a deep breath, she typed back, "That sounds amazing! What time should I be there?"

The next day, Catie waited nervously in the bustling concert venue. The air was thick with anticipation as fans crowded around the stage, their voices a cacophony of excitement. Catie had scored a backstage pass somehow and was now standing in the wings, watching the North Star Boys perform. Sebastian's eyes met hers briefly, and he flashed her a grin that made her knees wobble. The show was over in what felt like seconds, and Catie was ushered into the backstage area.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she approached the dressing room. The band members filed out, all smiles and sweat, signing autographs and taking pictures. Sebastian broke away from the group, his eyes locked on hers. "Hey Catie," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Ready to bring those stories to life?" He took her hand and led her to a quieter corner, his grip firm but gentle.

Catie felt a mix of exhilaration and dread. She had dreamt of this moment, but now that it was here, she wasn't so sure she could go through with it. Sebastian sensed her apprehension and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry, we're just going to have a little fun. Nothing you don't want to do, okay?" His smile was reassuring, and she nodded.

They entered a small, dimly lit room, and Sebastian closed the door behind them. The air was filled with the faint scent of sweat and cologne, a heady mix that made Catie's stomach flutter. He leaned against the wall, his casual posture belying the energy that radiated from him. "So, tell me," he began, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Where's your favorite spot to be tickled?"

Catie felt a rush of blood to her cheeks. "Well, in my stories…" she began, her voice trailing off as she realized she was actually about to discuss her tickle fetish with the subject of her fantasies. "My belly button," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Sebastian's grin grew wider, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Ah, the belly button," he said, his tone teasing. "Such a mysterious little spot." He took a step closer to her, his gaze dropping to her midriff. Catie's stomach did a flip-flop as he reached out and gently poked at the navel in question. "Is it really as sensitive as you make it out to be?" His touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make her squirm. She nodded, unable to form words as she felt the first tendrils of a tickle starting to unfurl within her.

Sebastian's eyes lit up with excitement, his own curiosity piqued by her reaction. "Okay, let's test it out," he declared, a hint of challenge in his voice. Catie's heart raced as he leaned in, his fingers poised to tickle. "Ready?"

With a gulp, she nodded. Before she could even brace herself, Sebastian's fingers danced around her navel, barely touching but sending waves of sensation through her body. She couldn't help but giggle, the sound high-pitched and infectious. He chuckled in response, his eyes sparkling with delight at her reaction. The room spun around her as he continued, the light touches growing more persistent. Her giggles turned to laughter, her body writhing and squirming as she tried in vain to escape his tickling torment.

He was surprisingly skilled, his movements precise and calculated to elicit the maximum reaction. Catie's eyes watered with laughter, her breath coming in short gasps. She clutched at his arms, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. "P-please, Sebastian," she gasped between fits of laughter. "I can't handle it."

Sebastian's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "But you love it, don't you?" His fingers danced closer to her sides, and Catie's laughter turned into a squeal of anticipation. He knew exactly where she was most ticklish, and he was merciless. He began to tickle her ribs, and she collapsed onto the floor, her body convulsing with laughter. The sound echoed through the small room, a symphony of joy and torment.

As the laughter grew louder, so did the tickling, and Catie found herself rolling around, trying to shield herself from his relentless onslaught. Her sides hurt, but she didn't want it to stop. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that she had only ever experienced in her wildest imaginings. Sebastian watched her, his own laughter joining hers as he took in the sight of her writhing before him.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," he chanted playfully, his fingers moving like lightning, targeting the most sensitive areas of her ribs. Catie's giggles turned to squeals, her body buckling as she lost control of her muscles. She had never felt so alive, so exposed and yet so safe all at once. Sebastian's teasing was both playful and masterful, and she knew she was in the hands of someone who understood her deepest desires.

As the laughter subsided, Catie's eyes searched his, looking for any signs of mockery or disgust. Instead, she found genuine amusement and a hint of admiration. "You're incredible," he said, his voice still filled with mirth. "I had no idea you were this much fun in real life." Catie couldn't help but blush at the compliment, feeling a strange sense of pride in her ability to entertain him.

Sebastian offered her a hand, and she took it gratefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Her legs felt wobbly, but she didn't want to let go of his hand just yet. He steadied her, his grip firm and warm, his eyes never leaving hers. For a moment, Catie felt like they were the only two people in the world, their shared secret creating a bond stronger than she ever could have imagined.

Just as she was about to say something, the door to the room swung open and in strode Ryan, another member of the North Star Boys. His expression was a mix of surprise and amusement as he took in the scene before him. "Hey Seb, we gotta go home," he called out. "You might see her again soon," he added, his tone hinting at the mischief he had just interrupted.

Sebastian chuckled and gave Catie's hand a final squeeze before letting go. "Guess that's my cue," he said, standing up. "But this isn't over, Catie. I've got a whole tour's worth of free time to explore your tickle spots." He winked and exited the room, leaving Catie standing there, her cheeks still flushed and her body still buzzing from the tickling.

Before he could fully disappear into the hallway, Catie took a deep breath and called out, "Sebastian, wait!" He turned back, his eyes questioning. She stepped closer, her heart racing. Without another thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. His surprise melted into a warm smile as he hugged her back.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice muffled against his shoulder. "For understanding and not making fun of me."

Sebastian chuckled and rubbed her back soothingly. "Why would I do that?" he asked, his tone sincere. "Everyone's got their quirks. It's what makes us interesting."

#tickle content #tickle scenarios #tickle thoughts #sebastian moy #north star boys

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stitching-in-time · 2 months ago

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Voyager rewatch: season 6 recap

Once again, an up and down season, which I feel is Voyager's overall pattern: half really good eps, and half truly awful eps, with little in between. I'm almost evenly split between episodes I liked and disliked this season. Some of the mean streak that had bothered me from the last two seasons was still there, especially from the Doctor, but there was less of it overall than there had been, which was a relief. Inconsistent characterization and retconning established things was a big problem again, but this year also produced my favorite episode in the whole series, so it certainly wasn't all bad.

Things I liked: The adoption of the Borg kids added to the feeling of family and community on the ship, and Seven's assumption of a parental role toward them added extra dimensions to her character as she came to care about them, and as parenting them brought her own childhood trauma closer to the surface. They're getting better at making Seven a fully fleshed out character instead of just eye candy.

Bringing in Barclay, Troi, and other characters from home to show how Starfleet hasn't forgotten Voyager, and establishing limited communication, as Voyager inches closer to reaching home in it's final seasons.

Things I disliked: Too much focus on Seven and the Doctor, to the exclusion of all the other characters. And not just in terms of the number of episodes focused on them, but even in the way the rest of the crew became almost like an afterthought in the writers minds- even when there were episodes focused on other characters, they usually forgot, or ignored, who they were, and all their previous character development, to serve the needs of whatever story they'd come up with, instead of building stories around the characters. 'Muse' was the one and only shining exception, in that it actually felt like it knew who B'Elanna was and gave a damn about her. But other than that, the rest of the cast have been reduced to supporting players at this point, which is sad and disappointing. Tom, especially, is basically just comic relief now, which sucks when he has so much juicy traumatic backstory the show never once explored.

I also disliked that they're doing so many eps where the regular characters aren't the focus. The ones with Barclay and Deanna get a pass because we already know and love their characters, but still, considering how much the regular characters have been pushed to the side, giving the focus of even one or two eps to characters who aren't the main cast should be the absolute limit.

Season stats:

Crew compliment at start of season: anywhere from 128 (stated in an s5 ep) to 136 (actual count after all screen mentioned crew deaths) to 142 (number stated at the end of season 4 with none killed in s5) to 150 (stated in another s5 ep)- it's not consistent

crew compliment at end of season: at least 2 more than there were at start, but up to 6 more if you count the Borg kids (there's too many conflicting counts to give an accurate number tbh, but from my count of on screen shown or mentioned deaths since ep one, it's 142 counting borg kids)

Crewmembers killed off: 3 (plus 1 retroactively in season four- Lyndsay Ballard in Ashes to Ashes)

3 unnamed crew members in Equinox pt 2

Crewmembers gained from Equinox: 5

Noah Lessing, Marla Gilmore, James Morrow, Brian Sofin, Angelo Tassoni, all reduced in rank to crewman

Rescued Borg children (probably not counted strictly as crew, but part of ship's complement): 4

Icheb (Brunali), Mezoti (Norcadian), Azan & Rebi (we don't know what species they are yet)

Romantic subplots:

Captain Janeway: 1 with kiss (hologram bartender Michael Sullivan in Fair Haven and Spirit Folk)

The Doctor: 2 without kiss (his offscreen wife in Blink of an Eye, Tincoo in Virtuoso)

Harry: 1 without kiss (Maggie the hologram flower seller in Spirit Folk), 1 with kiss (Lyndsay Ballard in Ashes to Ashes)

Seven: 1 with kiss (Axom in Unimatrix Zero)

B'Elanna: 1 with kiss (Tom, ongoing since season 3)

Tom: 1 with kiss (B'Elanna, ongoing since season 3)

Shuttles lost: 1 (or 2?) (12 overall? 11 confirmed series total so far)

1? (Seven and Tuvok's shuttle in Tsunkatse- presumably lost after it is disabled and bombed when they are abducted)

1 (the Delta Flyer, blown up by Borg in Unimatrix Zero part 1)

Number of episodes I liked/disliked/mixed reaction:

Liked: 11

Disliked: 10

Mixed: 5

#star trek: voyager #voyager rewatch #season recap

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littlemisspascal · 1 year ago

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@modernperplexity @tieronecrush

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@absurdthirst Frankie Kinktober Exhibitionism/Voyeurism / Javi G Kinktober Orgasm Denial/Control / Zach Kinktober Wrist/Arm Restraints / Dave Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Dieter Kinktober Lactation/Breastfeeding / Max Kinktober Vampires/Werewolves

@novemberrain-writes Frankie Whumptober No Anesthesia / Marcus M Whumptober Experimentation

@juletheghoul Frankie Gold Rush

@ghostofaboy Frankie Kinktober Triple Penetration / Javier Kinktober Anal Sex / Maxwell Kinktober Exhibitionism / Dave + Marcus P Kinktober Lingerie / Marcus M Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Pero Kinktober Spanking

@wildemaven Frankie Throttled Control / Javier Meant to Be

@musings-of-a-rose Frankie Catfish and Shadow

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Max Immortally Human

@icanbeyourjedi-writes Max Interview with a Vampire

@blueeyesatnight Max A Rough (Pumpkin) Patch / Nathan Negotiation Tactics

@flightlessangelwings Ezra Kinktober Anonymous Sex

@beskarandblasters Joel I Might Kill My Ex

@cool-iguana Joel Desperate

@penvisions Joel Garnish

@popcornforone Joel Warmth

@moonlight-prose Joel Safe Haven

@odetodilfs Javi G Kinktober Overstimulation and Bondage

@boliv-jenta Marcus P Banana Pancakes

@youvebeenlivingfictional Oberyn Kinktober Day 14

@kyberblade Din Give It To Me In Basic

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #my library

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roselightfairy · 6 months ago

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8, 10 and 19 for the fic writer asks!

Oh thank you for asking! From this list of questions:

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Whenever I've "had" to write sequels for fics, it has been entirely because I've felt internally compelled to continue the story! Which is to say that a lot of my fics, even those that were supposed to be one-offs, already have sequels! But I do have a few fics that I've long wanted to write sequels for, but the must just hasn't moved me in that direction.

Love in a Time of Politics: I loved exploring this soft no-war AU so much, and these gentler, peaceful versions of the characters and their families. I've tried a couple of times to start an epistolary sequel to this one that is Legolas and Gimli getting to know each other better, working out a betrothal, etc., but it just hasn't had the real juice to get started (and epistolary is hard for me to write). But I would love to do it someday!

Full Moon (and by extension, Words Unspoken). Words Unspoken was actually supposed to be a one-off, and then Full Moon was already the sequel-prequel that begged to be written - but I left off the ending of the fic with a bit of a tantalizing sequel hook, and one day I'd love to write it!

Muse: Oh, the sequel to Muse is the white whale I'll never really accomplish. The premise of this story is so wild and out-there that I really wanted to try writing about Legolas from LOTR learning how to adjust to a modern life, but it got angsty really fast in my head and it also just didn't quite come together. HOWEVER! Artist @theycallme-ook did make an adorable comic series follow-up that I'm digging back into and kicking my feet wildly about, that you should absolutely check out!

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

This is hard to say! I've had stories I've picked up in stops and starts, and I don't know how complete a draft needs to be to fit this bill, but probably the two most notable stories for this are The Better Part of Valor and Haven. The very first scene of Better Part was actually one of the first pieces of LOTR fanfic I wrote, back before I was publishing - and it sat for four years. I assumed it was unfinished forever, but I kept wishing I'd get the right click to pull it back out and finish it, and finally that came along in the summer of 2021! Haven, similarly, was a story I wrote the first scene of back in the summer of 2022, and then finally got myself together to finish two years later after a lot of fandom journeying.

It's funny, because I'm running @goodintentionswipfest right now and encouraging people to post unfinished drafts, but at the same time . . . sometimes you really do come back to those stories!

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

You know, I'm actually not sure about this one! I don't tend to do as many research deep-dives as I know some people out there do (and definitely feel a little guilty about it). I've researched some strange things from time to time, but I'll just go with a mention that my ongoing splinter sect AU has been so inspired by my graduate work in cultural studies that it now has its own accompanying "inspired by" bibliography. It's not exactly a list of references, more just theorists and work that has inspired me spiritually, but I think it's probably the most research-intensive thing I've done. Also I read Pedagogy of the Oppressed recently for the sake of inspiration for something else I'm trying to work on within that universe (but also I should have read the book long ago), so I guess that does count as research!

Thank you so much for asking these! I had a ton of fun answering them. <3 I am happy to continue answering if others feel inspired to ask from the list!

#my fic #navel gazing #ask #muse #splinter sect au

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