#another wip cus why not

[o0kawaii0o]

Night Market - WIP (pt. 2)

[daddyfordaeddy]

Kisses for a Kitty

Pairing: cat hybrid! San x f! reader

Word Count: 1686

Genre: Smut, fluff, hybrid au, E for explicit, smut warnings under cut

Summary: When you return from work, San wants to cuddle...except it leads into something more.

Happy birthday to me hehe <3 It's not amazing cus i was bouncing between like five other wips trying to decide what I want the most...but this is the one that spoke to me. It was the perfect segue to admit that San is one of my biases after almost two years of vehemently denying it LOL

Please enjoy!

Smut Warnings: Unprotected [dont do this], some praise, subby San, if you squint hair pulling. pretty vanilla all in all lol

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As soon as you enter the door, a blur is the first thing you see before you’re pounced on by your cat hybrid, San. “You’re home!” he chirps, pressing his face into your neck and lightly kissing and licking your skin, a sign of affection you’ve had to get used to in the few years you’ve had him. His arms tighten around your waist and you chuckle at his clinginess.

“I am,” you chuckle, reaching up to pet San, brushing lightly against his ear. “Just like I am every weekday after work.” Your tone is light, teasing, and San pouts, his eyes narrowing.

“I just missed you,” he frowns, his voice sweet and soft, and you can’t help but to smile at his antics.

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss the temple of your overgrown kitty. “I missed you too, San. Come on, let me go shower and then we can cuddle, okay?”

San’s pout deepens. “Can I sit in the bathroom with you?”

Without fail, he always asks this whenever you take a shower, take a bath, hell, even when you just brush your teeth or apply makeup. You only ever let him join you for the last two, and today is no exception. “Sorry, San. Why don’t you go make yourself a snack? I’ll be fast, okay?”

To ease his upset, you comb your fingers through his hair, and San is immediately playdough in your arms. “Mmkay…but can we at least cuddle on your bed?” You narrow your eyes at him and San has the nerve to pretend to be sheepish. “...yeah I made another nest in your bed. But I promise I didn’t put anything hard in there!”

As much as you try to, it’s extremely hard to say no to his shiny eyes and pouty jelly lips, and so you just sigh. “Okay. We can cuddle in my bed.”

San chirps again, pleased judging by the way his ears twitch and his tail curls around your waist. “I’ll be waiting!”

-

When you walk out of the bathroom in just a towel after blow drying your hair, you can see San’s eyes poking out of the covers of your bed, eyes sparkling as he watches you. Although he’s seen you in worse conditions, your face still warms up. “San, close your eyes,” you scold half-heartedly. He won’t close his eyes, and you won’t press any further. You know he wouldn’t watch if it truly made you uncomfortable, but it’s become almost a ritual.

As soon as you slip into some pyjamas and turn back, San has already open the sheets to reveal his little nest, some of your clothes and his scattered about as well as a heating pad. “Get in before it gets cold,” he pouts, and you chuckle again, crawling in and curling around San, kissing the top of his head.

“How was your day, Sannie?” you ask, and San hums, pressing his face into your neck.

“Was okay…boring though. Oh, your mom stopped by and dropped off some food. I had that for lunch.”

You acknowledge with a nod, but then the two of you settle in a comfortable silence. San’s breathing has evened out, his heart lulling although his eyes are open and his tail flicks occasionally. He loves being close to you like this, and you love to indulge him. You’re fond of him, and you know it goes both ways, but neither of you have ever approached it. It’s too daunting of a subject, and so the two of you just enjoy the unlabeled relationship you have.

As you’re lost in your thoughts, you stroke San’s hair while kissing the tips of his silken ears gently. It’s comforting to you, but you can feel San squirm beneath you, his breaths becoming a bit more laboured.

“Sanah, are you okay?” you hum, breath tickling his ear. To punctuate, you leave another gentle kiss on his ear, and San groans low in his through before sitting up, grabbing your waist to pull you onto his lap. Before you can even react, he presses his mouth against yours, hungrily kissing you and nipping at your lower lip. “San–”

Every noise that leaves your mouth, San captures with another kiss, his tail wrapping around your wrist to bring you even closer as he noses into your cheek. “YN,” he whines into your mouth, his lips moving sloppily. “I need you,” he groans, hips twitching and lightly pressing his growing erection into your hips.

“Sanah, what–” you’re cut off as you look at his flushed face and glazed-over eyes. “Sanah, are you in rut?” Your brows furrow as you quickly press a palm to his forehead, testing the temperature.

San whimpers, his ears pressed back against his head as he nods. ��Mmnh– yeah– Fuck. It uh...It came early.” At your concerned look, he knows he can’t get away with no explanation. “I…really like it when you kiss my ears.”

His voice trails off, embarrassed at the admission, but to his surprise, you sigh fondly. Before he can react, you lean back up to press a kiss to his lips. “You really like me that much, huh?” Your voice is light, teasing, and San groans again as he presses his hips into you.

“Don’t– don’t tease please–” his voice is pitched, whiny, and you press another kiss to the tip of his ear. San grits his teeth but it doesn’t quell the long moan he lets out as his hips twitch and his fingers dig into your waist. His voice goes quiet after that, and your eyebrow arches.

“San…did you just come in your pants?”

A low whine leaks out of San’s throat, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, but you can still feel his hardness against your hip. “San,” you repeat his name, more gently this time, and he cracks an eye open, “Sannie, do you want to fuck me?”

San’s eyes sparkle and his mouth parts slightly as he nods happily. Before you can even make any move, his hips jerk again and you can feel the wet patch in his sweatpants. “Fuck– YN, please,” he whine.

You can’t keep the delighted giggle out of your mouth as you lean in to press your lips against his again. “Hold still, baby, okay? You can come in me but only if you’re a very good boy, okay?”

San’s face scrunches up at your words, and you just know he’s fighting himself to keep from making a mess in his pants even further. “Okay…” he whimpers out after a long moment, and you immediately reach down to shove his sweatpants down.

His hard length is already twitching, a mess of cum and precum coating the head and you have to resist leaning down to take it into your mouth. You can’t help dragging a finger through the stickiness, however, ignoring the low groan San lets out as you lick your finger to taste the saltiness.

“Are you ready, baby?” You meet San’s eyes and when he nods, you shove your sleep shorts to the side and position the head to nudge against your slick entrance. San’s hands immediately come to grip your waist as he drops his head onto your shoulder, his fluffy ears tickling your chin.

It’s too perfect of an opportunity and you press another kiss on the top of his ear right as you shift your hips to sink onto his cock fully, and San keens as he bites into your shoulder, teeth gentle, drool and sweat pooling in your collarbone at the effort he needs to keep from coming.

“YN–” he chokes out as you start to slowly roll your hips down on him “–please…”

You chuckle, the rhythm of your hips making your eyes roll back. “Are– are you gonna be good for me, Sannie? You gonna let me use you?” A whimper is the only answer you get, and you chuckle at how much of a puddle he’s become, letting you fuck yourself on his thick cock like a dildo. “Fuck– you’re such a good kitty for me, so perfect,” you praise, peppering his ears and hair with soft kisses as you bring yourself closer to the edge.

San’s fingers dig into your flesh in a bruising hold as his hips twitch involuntarily. “YN, please, I’mma come, I can’t–”

He’s a whining mess against your body, and you let out a breathy chuckle as you tilt his chin up with a finger to press a sloppy kiss to his mouth. “Come for me,” you hum, and San wastes no time as he pulls you down even further onto his dick, searing come filling your insides.

His hips cant up into you though his climax, and you can’t help but moan loudly as the head of his cock nudges against your walls so perfectly. “Shit–” You can hardly finish your sentence when pleasure crashes into you and you moan into San’s mouth, your hands tugging lightly at his hair.

It’s almost too much, your eyes rolling back as San’s cock won’t stop pumping you full of cum combined with the delicious stretch. You’re almost as far gone as San is, licking into his mouth, the only thing left grounding you.

San’s warm hands shift from your waist to cup your face, pulling you closer as he nuzzles against your cheek, his breaths steady. His hips are still grinding into you slowly, his cock still hard, but his eyes are soft as he looks at you adoringly. “I love you, YN,” he hums, pressing his lips against yours in a desperately sweet kiss. “I love you.”

You sigh, deepening the kiss as your hands come up to stroke his ears gently. “I love you too, Sannie, so much.” He chirps happily in response, kissing the corner of your mouth, his nose bumping against yours.

“I hope you’re ready for a couple more rounds,” he hums, the innocence of his face a stark contrast to the way his hips are rolling against yours again. “After all, I need to show you just how much you mean to me.”

[kakushino]

hello can i get a giyuu x reader angst , like where giyuu had an argument with the reader , but it turns out the reader is pregnant? you can add any other plot twist cus i love plot twists thank you !<3

Almost

Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

He had lost a lot of people in his life by his own making. He refused to lose you too.

Tags: pregnancy, arguments, blood mention, abortion mention (no actual abortion), hurt/comfort Word count: 2k

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AN: Hope you enjoy it! I actually had a WIP of an argument + making up before, so I got to revisit it and add the pregnancy spice you asked for hehe~ Huge thanks to my dearest beta reader @glitchtricks94 for helping me clear it up (o゜▽゜)o☆ another huge thanks to @starrierknight for brainstorming with me

Giyuu’s injuries weren’t worse than normal, but that didn’t stop you from fretting over him – especially when he had a gash on his cheek, the same cheek you kissed a week ago when he was leaving for his mission. It made your chest feel tight to see his pretty face marred by demons. Your grandmother was surely rolling in her grave that such a classical beauty was hurt, the thought spurred you on to care for him.

No detail went unnoticed under your eye. He seemed tired, as usual, and a little stressed, as usual too - just a regular morning after slaying demons.

You sat him down at a western style dining table with a medical kit and supplies to clean the cuts with next to you. Your hands shook slightly when the damp cloth wiped away grime and blood, your lips pressed together when a fresh drop of blood oozed from the wound.

“You need to be more careful,” you murmured as you worked, the statement automatic, thoughtless.

Giyuu’s whole body stiffened. “Or what?”

You froze in place, your hand dipping the cloth in warm water. This was a new tone of his – a new way words could cut you if he wanted you to hurt: it was rough, serrated, mean. “What?”

He rolled his shoulders back a little, rearing for a fight. “You heard me the first time.”

You clenched your hand, leaving the rag in the water, and turned to fully face him. “Why are you so defensive? I meant no harm,” you replied, trying to calm the storm before it fully set in.

He stood abruptly, nearly knocking the chair he had sat in over. The look he shot you sent your heart galloping in your chest, from fear or indignation, you didn’t know. “You’ve done enough. Leave me be.”

Did he like you like this? Was the hurt in your eyes enough? That was – did he like the way it glinted, the way it caught the light? Hours upon hours spent on making your suffering pretty, and perhaps now it would pay off. He could cut you down into something pretty if he wanted to, and maybe you would let him.

Before he could walk away, before he could twist the rusty blade, you rose from your seat, “I have done nothing to warrant this tone with me, Tomioka Giyuu. Now tell me-“

"Stop bothering me," he cut you off, heading towards the door.

A violent whirlpool of emotion threatened to drown you, and for once, you let go. “You- you oaf! I can’t stand you being like this! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect,” he snapped, voice like a viper and words just as stinging. “Or at least it would be if I didn’t have you nagging me every time. I’ve been through this enough to know what to do with myself. Unlike you who sits here all pretty and safe and fat, ready to wrap a bandage and call it a day.”

You flinched, for the first time in your husband’s presence, tears springing from your eyes, which you rapidly blinked away. What have I ever done to deserve this? You had waited on your hands and knees for this man every time he’d come home battered and bruised and broken and put him back together, without complaining, with love. This was what you got in return for your devotion? Pretty and useless. That’s what he basically called you.

Your throat tightened. You hardly had the energy to respond so you turned away and just… left. You couldn’t continue listening to Giyuu when he sounded so much like… like Shinazugawa. Whatever was bothering him best be left alone to cool off before you could talk about it.

You nodded to yourself as you packed an overnight bag. Some time apart would be good for you both. You knew he wouldn’t be sent out on a mission for a few days again, since he just returned from a longer stint, so you would come back tomorrow and try to resolve it then.

It was time for a check-up with a midwife anyway.

He had really said all that.

And you left.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you left, as you should. He had treated you like garbage.

There was no going back, no taking back his idiocy, no swallowing back his words.

‘Let's stop fighting’ was at the tip of his tongue. ‘Come here and let me hug you’ nearly spilled from his lips. ‘I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry’ choked him up as you walked away.

He knew you were right. You did nothing wrong.

He felt nothing.

He was worth nothing.

Giyuu picked up the shards of his heart up and finished cleaning up his wounds. A short bath later, he walked into the kitchen to find food already made for him, now long gone cold. It just reminded him how much he butchered his relationship by what – stress and tiredness? A demon taunting him right before its death? If so little shook him up, did he even deserve to be with you?

A sharp pain pierced his heart at the thought of leaving you. His selfishness truly knew no bounds, hurting you and putting you in danger for being a Hashira’s partner yet wanting you to remain by his side.

After eating his portion, he made tea and waited to see if you would join him. There was no movement in the house at all; were you in your shared bedroom, laying in bed as you were used to when upset? He would give you time to cool off, give himself time to breathe, and then he would approach you with a clearer head. He needed to apologize.

One hour. Two hours.

Had he angered you so much that you wouldn’t come out? Your spats had never lasted this long.

The tea had long grown cold, but Giyuu couldn’t bring himself to make more. There were no sounds coming from the house.

Were you even here?

The thought jolted him from his seat, quickly walking to your shared bedroom.

“Love?”

Nothing.

“I’m coming in.”

He somehow expected it, though he’d hoped against it. You weren’t there.

Already turning to check all other rooms, he called out your name. His pace was brisk, his throat starting to clog up with a familiar emotion. Claws of anxiety sunk into his stomach, his heart beat like a drum, his lungs struggled to take in air. You weren’t there.

Where were you?

He ran through the whole estate and back two times but came up with no clue as to where you were. Panic mounted, crawling up his spine like a spider he couldn’t shake away.

Giyuu slammed the gate of his home open, very nearly running into his elderly neighbour.

She was hardly phased, though confused by his frazzled visage. “Tomioka-san? What’s got you in such a hurry, young boy?”

“Have you seen my wife?!” he’d never been as rude as he was now, but you were gone so what was he supposed to do?

“Your wife? Oh, that’s right, I saw her. If I recall, she was on her visit… hmm, who was she going to visit?” his neighbour mused. Giyuu waited with all the patience Urokodaki beat into him, that was – quite impatiently. “Oh right! A midwife! I was very surprised when-“

He stopped listening, or rather, he stopped hearing anything going on around him. A midwife? A midwife was a profession with a very specific set of skills for a very specific group of people… Did that mean-?

“Isotani-san,” Giyuu interrupted, breathless, eyes wide with surprise. “Are you saying my wife is pregnant?”

She squinted at him, “You didn’t know?”

It felt as if lightning came from clear skies and struck him. Every nerve itched with some kind of energy telling him to move.

He later vaguely remembered asking his neighbour for the direction you left in, but at the time, he saw nothing, and felt everything all at once.

Were you going to… terminate it? Were you going to tell the midwife, and would she terminate it? Was the midwife going to terminate it and help you move on? Would you move on without him?

Thoughts racing, heart galloping, Giyuu felt feverish. He stumbled back, deaf to his neighbour’s concerned questions as he turned the way you had left just hours ago. One foot in front of the other, a step by step, getting faster with each meter he passed until he was running nearly as fast as Uzui, desperation spurring him on.

Kanzaburo flew overhead, and when he cleared the village bounds, he called out to get the crow to lead him to you.

Time was of the essence. He may have botched his life, but he was too selfish to let go of you. He wanted, no- needed to get you back. You were his love, his soul, his home. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you left.

He felt crazed, desperate, as he ran.

Giyuu would have been faster had he not have to follow Kanzaburo but he wouldn’t be able to find you alone. He felt as if he was racing against the time. Any minute now, you would be in a the midwife’s home, waiting for the release from his clutches; any second now, you would sever the only tactile link you had to him – your baby.

His baby.

He swore, his mind supplementing him with your argument. It had been all his fault, he’d just lashed out because of nothing, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. How childish he��d been – and he was supposed to be a father? No, he wanted to be a father. He’d fix himself and he’d support you and he’d even carry you your whole pregnancy, so you didn’t have to walk. He’d learn to cook more than the basics to feed you and your baby.

Please, let me be in time.

Then he saw you.

The whole world seemingly froze, grey and empty save for you.

You were a pearl amongst rocks, still as beautiful as the first day he saw you, as beautiful as you were on your wedding day.

Giyuu didn’t stop, even as you turned to him in surprise when he called your name. He didn’t stop until he had you in a soul-crushing hug, tight and near bruising – one he immediately eased up on, since he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Calm down, Giyuu! What’s going on?”

“D-don’t-“ he stumbled over his words, still frantic and breathing heavily, “don’t get rid of it!”

You were confused, “Get rid of what?”

His hands were heavy clutching onto your clothes, his frame nearly hanging onto you. “Our – our child,” he gasped out. “Isotani-san told me you were- she told me you were pregnant.” His words came out in a rush, eyes wide as he stared at you, his pupils darted all over your face for a sign of – of anything, be it forgiveness, anger, sadness, anything.

Looking at him in such a state, near quivering in his spot, you felt powerful. Giyuu was at your mercy for once. You could topple him as easily as a sandcastle, crush him under your boot and grind down to juice him of all that made him who he was. It made you realize you held just as much power over him as he did over you. Oddly, you felt reassured - of his love, of your love, of the relationship. 

Heart hammering in your chest, cheeks filling with warmth, the adoration you carried in your heart spilled over and pooled in your stomach. You hungered for more of this power, positively starved to sink your teeth into him and drain him.

But that could wait.

“I am indeed pregnant,” you confirmed, your hands resting on his arms, thumbs stroking soothing lines over his muscles. You paused, letting the seconds painfully stretch out, “I’m not terminating the pregnancy.”

His whole being sagged with relief. Giyuu fell to his knees in slow motion, his hands sliding down your yukata to rest over your hips, now clutching the fabric there with a weak grip. “Thank gods…” he rasped out, his breathing stuttered as if holding back sobs. “Please, love, let’s not- I apologize – I apologize for everything. I shouldn’t have lashed out. I was wrong…”

His impossibly blue eyes met yours, the surface glistening with unshed tears, his guilt bitter but his plea tasting sweet on your tongue. Saliva gathered in your mouth, wanting more.

Did that make you a bad person?

“You dismissed my concern,” you stated, fighting back any expression wanting to take over your face. “You said I nag you. You called me useless.” And pretty, your mind supplied. He’d also called you fat, so there was that. “I didn’t deserve that.”

Giyuu’s lips were downturned, “You didn’t. I was an oaf.” His admission did nothing to soothe the ache he’d given you. “I’m willing to take whatever punishment you deem worthy of my misdeeds.” He let go of your yukata, smoothing over the wrinkles he made. He didn’t know what to do with himself, trying not to fidget as you rolled his actions and words in your mind.

“There will be no punishment,” you told him. If possible, he became even more tense, the need for absolution great. Perhaps no punishment would be a punishment of itself. “But don’t think you’re entirely forgiven. I accept your apology; you however have to make up for it your own way.” You studied his earnest expression, brows slightly furrowed as he started thinking about ways to win you back. It shouldn’t be too hard. He did it once, he could do it again.

Giyuu slowly stood up, taking your hands in his. “I won’t disappoint you, love,” he said resolutely, kissing your fingertips softly. He adored you, with his whole heart, mind and body.

Everything would work out – just like the ice always melts and clouds disperse, a typhoon passes and the sea calms.

“If you pull this act again, I’m leaving.” You glared at him for a second to get your point across. Giyuu nodded and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

He almost lost you and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

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Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

[wayrad]

Find The Word

How it works: I search for the words prev assigned me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search in your WIP.

thank you @nicijones for another tag 🩷

My words: test, like, losing, blue

test: (cheating cus i can’t find it in my latest wip, from my otherwise untitled fic called ‘turing test’)

“Why not?” he counters, like he doesn’t see the problem in trading yourself for sex; in selling yourself. Maybe that’s what the test is about. Make a sex-bot who’s more conscious of themselves as a sexual object than how far they can play into being a sex object. So maybe they can be more, even.

like: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

“You get rid of Harding and another CO will come take his place. Or worse,” Curt adds, “Buck could be sent up to LeMay. And you know how they treat their Os at the top of the chain.”

Like breeding fodder.

losing: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

“Losing so many men, with these daylight missions,” John says. “Soon they ain’t gonna have enough alphas left to be this picky.”

Gale’s expression hardens. His scent spikes— irritation. John backs down. “Don’t say that, Bucky.”

blue: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

The band plays Blue Skies, a jovial rendition of the song, and Harding clocks it immediately. Everyone knows it’s John’s song. John and Gale’s song. He knows it immediately; Harding leaning off the bar, snuffing his cigar with his unfinished whiskey. He steps back and offers his elbow, playing at being some gentleman. Gale says something— clipped and fast— but Harding doesn’t move, mouths something like c’mon, sugar.

John crushes his snarl into his glass.

Your words: laugh, mine, damn, attach.

np tagging: @alienoresimagines @anachilles @skyphloxx @soliloquy-dawn @happy-days19

[ilovejoll]

I have had no thoughts but Joll in my head for the last few days, and your art of them is so good its blowing my mind. Do you have any ideas about them you'd like to share?

YEYEYYESS MY DISEASE IS SPREADDINGGG they and another ship that’s oc x canon has ALL I’ve been able to think about these past 2 months omggggg. I’m glad u like my art btw… I LOVEE drawing them so much… I have a bunch of wips and ideas that I haven’t finished drawing yet but them both being secondary antagonists (and also kinda … throw away characters…………) makes them a good pair……… heh…… anyway uh I steer away from canon kind of when thinking of these two cus like realistically (and sadly) they’ve only interacted like once but haven’t spoken to one another BUT YK IDC. I believe that they’re both probably extremely touch deprived.like. EXTREMELY. And doll probably feels like she’s allergic to any kind of physical affection that’s too touchy while J acts like she doesn’t like it while also YEARNING for some. Their main way to show affection is probably handholding or bumping foreheads… I like to think J holds dolls face a lot.like cradling her face in her hands and pressing her forehead against the others. I ALSO THINK DOLL WOULD PICK AT HER MISSING EYE WHENEVER SHE DOESNT HAVE THE EYEPATCH ON and j doesn’t like that she’d stop her immediately. I have this hc that j feels most safe sleeping like a bat with her wings cocooned around her, she’d hold doll against her chest while they both sleep DOLL WOULDNT LIKE BEING UPSIDE DOWN LIKE THAT but since j feels safest in that position she wouldn’t protest much. Also. J. Definitely. DEFINITELY. Likes stuffed animals. And I like to think doll’s parents (before they died) would give her a bunch of dolls ans stuffed toys that she really doesn’t feel the need to have anymore so once she finds out J likes toys she’d let her hold them or even keep some if she wants them that bad. J in my mind is a goddamn cuddle bug she will put her face in dolls head and have her arms around her waist just because she wants to feel closer and of course she’d want to cuddle and stuff.if doll pays attention to anything that’s not her during a cuddle session or wants to get up j’ll het irritated “WE’RE NOT DONEEE lie down” or “why’s that book more important than me” type stuff. J IS ALWAYS TRYING TO WORK and doll is sometimes always tense so she’d take advantage of these opportunities to relax.doll finds it cute on how j always acts like she doesn’t like or want the affection and would hug or hold her hand randomly just to fluster her it always works.s i like to also think j is kinda protective . I DONT WANT THISTO GET TOO LONGSOS THATS IT FOR NOW WWOMA

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

OC Questionnaire

tagged by: the lovely @kaylinalexanderbooks thank you!

tagging: Open Tag as usual, and softly tagging @thegreatobsesso | @mysticstarlightduck | @winterandwords | @chayscribbles

Your OC interview questions are: 1) What's your go to coffee order (or equivalent for a fantasy/sci-fi world)? 2) What is the first thing you notice about your appearance when you look in the mirror VS the first thing other people notice when they see you? 3) Who would you consider to be your closest friend and why?

My questions: 1) What is your stance on lying? 2) Do you enjoy people watching? 3) What is the best decision you ever made?

I'll answer with two OCs that are my absolute faves and two that I need to develop more: Princess Snow (FSF), Nickelle (TCIO), Astra (GD), and Tris (FSF).

Responses under the cut cus this is long XD:

Snow (Fractured Stars Falling WIP)

What is your stance on lying?

Snow folds her arms and says firmly, "Even if it's for a good reason I don't like it. My stepmother used lies to hurt me and others, I won't use them unless absolutely necessary, and even then I'm going to feel terrible about it the whole time. I refuse to be that kind of queen."

Do you enjoy people watching?

"No, not really. It feels weird to watch people without a reason to be doing so. It feels dishonest and sneaky to me."

What is the best decision you ever made?

Snow swallows harshly, clenching a fist as she holds back tears and avoids looking at the person who asked the question. "I finally saw through my stepmother's lies. I took over the throne and had her thrown into the deepest dungeon of the palace, after years of giving her excuses and too many second chances. But I was too late to... to save my best friend from getting killed by her because of my stupid mistakes..."

Nickelle (The City is Ours WIP)

What is your stance on lying?

Nickelle bristles at the question, looking at the person who asked suspiciously. Then she shrugs, picking at the glove of her superhero suit. "If it's for a good cause, I'd say it's fine."

Do you enjoy people watching?

She thinks about it for a moment, fiddling with the patches on her leather jacket. "From a distance, in the city yes. If you can get up to one of the rooftops and sit on the edge it's a great spot to watch people go by."

What is the best decision you ever made?

Nickelle looks around to see if anyone is watching or listening in. "I made a choice to protect this city and my team. Other people might not like my methods, but I'm doing what I have to. Hence why I have to do it under another identity, since other people might have... more negative feelings about my methods. I don't like it either, but this has to be done."

Astra (Galaxy Destroyer WIP)

What is your stance on lying?

Astra shrugs, and says like a true thief and space pirate, "Oh yeah it's fine. Sometimes it's the only way to get what you need. Especially in a galaxy where P.I.E. made everything so damn expensive. If I need to lie and steal to live, I'm fine with that."

Do you enjoy people watching?

Astra looks around for potential targets. "For a chance to make a little money off of an unsuspecting idiot? Absolutely, it's not just enjoyable, it's how I make a living."

What is the best decision you ever made?

Astra thinks for a minute, going through all the things she's done and stolen as a space pirate, and all the times she made a not so smart move. "Well one of the worst decisions I ever made was trusting another pirate on a job, he stabbed me in the back and left me high and dry. I don't know about the best decision though, maybe becoming a thief despite the mixed results? Mixed results yes, but I can't imagine being anything else, and the benefits outweigh the risks- in my opinion."

Tris (Fractured Stars Falling WIP)

What is your stance on lying?

Tris presses her lips into a thin line, her hand tightly gripping the hilt of her sword at her side. "Only if it's for a really good reason, and no one gets hurt. Otherwise, lying is just wrong."

Do you enjoy people watching?

She shrugs, the cloud of tight coils that make up her hair bouncing with the movement. "I never really thought about it. Kaye and I prefer to keep to ourselves most of the time. Watching people for no reason has never really interested me."

What is the best decision you ever made?

Tris thinks about it hard for a minute. "I'm not sure, maybe entering the fighting tournament for the prince's hand to get out of my stepfamily's... well it's my family's house but they were going to kick me out at some point anyway. Anyways, joining the tournament to get away from them... well it got me away from them, but I saw and did things in that area that I wish I hadn't... but on the other hand, if I hadn't done that, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to see Kaye again and spend more time with him. Despite the terrible circumstances..."

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[your-talos-is-problematic]

WIP Wednesday (pronounced wed-ness-day)

Hello! Thank you to the wonderful @skyrim-forever and @thequeenofthewinter for the tags! I’ll pass it on to @throughtrialbyfire and @trickstarbrave :D

I’ve taken to writing during class so I’ve got quite a bit to share! This is the progress on chapter 3 of I Won’t Ask You to Wait, Afonya and Brelyna’s 3rd Era AU. Enjoy the exposed bones of my writing process (those bullet points) and some cuteness between Brelyna’s parents. This one’s getting long so it might have to be split into two chapters, honestly.

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Not much happened for the rest of the day. I walked back to Bal Ouada, earning some strange looks from its residents. Guron was, as I expected, both happy for me and annoyingly pleased with himself. I picked up my few possessions, said goodbye to the four mercenaries who had been the closest thing to friends I’d had for months, had a drink for good measure, and prayed to the Tribunal that Brelyna and I would keep getting along.

Breakfast with Linjard, recieve tanto + armor

Describe room

The sound of approaching footsteps cued me to look up. A pale hand drew back the curtain- Linjard. I’d gone to bed early the night before, so we hadn’t officially met. He stepped into the room, holding two stacked bowls in one hand. He was still the typical Nord I’d seen the other day: long blond hair, gray eyes, skin closer to the color of snow than of ash. He set down both bowls on his nightstand. “Morning, Afonya.” He gave his greeting in the Tamrielic language.

“Good morning,” I responded. He turned away from me to unstack the bowls. My best guess was that one was for him and one was for myself, so I settled onto the floor to eat. Giving up on finding a polite way to frame the question, I asked, “Do you speak Dunmeri, Linjard?”

He turned to me. “Oh. Yes, but apologies for any mispronunciation.” He sat across from me and set down the food.

I laughed. “Same goes for me in Tamrielic. I know I have a thicker accent than most.”

“You’re fine. In work-related matters, Ulvin brought Brelyna’s breakfast to her today, but that should be your responsibility from now on. Six in the morning.”

“Got it,” I said, before taking a bite of the food. It was good- a traditional noodle topped with a thin meat. 

He gestured toward his own bowl. “The food’s not bad, right? Ulvin’s good at what he does. When I first started working here, I was worried they wouldn’t give us meat.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Whole family’s vegetarian. Whole House, actually.”

“Oh. Can’t believe a Nord knew that and I didn’t.” I paused. “Sorry.”

He waved it off. “You’re fine. I’ve gotten a lot of that.”

I nodded, searching for another subject. “How long have you worked here?”

“About twenty-five years, I think. My first and last job since leaving Skyrim.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” he said.

I looked around. “So I’ll probably die in this tower.”

He laughed. “With your job, probably not in it. Near it, likely.” I don’t think either of us knew what to say after that. “Sorry. That was dark. On to lighter matters. Do you play a string instrument?”

I was taken aback. “I do, actually. How did you know?”

He leaned forward to tap the fingers of my right hand. “Callouses. And not in the place a fighter’d have them,” he observed. I smiled. “Can I see it?”

“Sure,” I said. I’d placed the silk-wrapped violin against the wall, next to my makeshift bed. It was an import from the Summerset Isles, made of dark, expertly-cut wood and accompanied by a bow I’d re-haired myself a few times. A well-loved instrument, and for good reason; its tone was unlike anything I’d ever heard. I gently tilted it towards Linjard. “I’ve had it since I was fourteen. Most expensive thing I own, actually.”

“Not since you’ve held that,” he said, gesturing to the tanto, which I’d placed next to me. “Lord Maryon spares no expense for his daughter’s safety.”

I picked it up and lightly traced the blade with my finger. “Or for symbols of his social status.”

He laughed. “It’s probably both. Your armor’s good bugplate, too. Traditional Telvanni make. Sorry if any part doesn’t fit.”

Aular lesson

I turned. A tall woman stood behind me, hands on the doorway. Given her distressed brown robe, tangled black hair, and wrinkled face, this was probably Brelyna’s mother. I bowed.

Serjo Maryon didn’t look that upset at being interrupted. “Talmia,” he said with a smile. “Are you joining us?”

She frowned. “I have a lesson with my daughter.”

“At five, love. It’s three.”

“I thought I had her at three.” Both of them talked as if Brelyna wasn’t in the room. I made eye contact with her; she looked slightly uncomfortable but not nervous.

“Do you need her now?” he asked.

“I can wait,” she said. It was only then that she seemed to notice I was in the room. She jumped. “Who’s this?”

Serjo Maryon set down his notes and stood up to meet his wife. Next to her, he looked a lot less intimidating, in both height and demeanor. He placed a hand on her forearm as if he actually enjoyed her company. It was strange. “This is Brelyna’s sword and shield. Afonya, remember? I’ve explained her to you.” He fully turned his head towards her, something I realized he hadn’t done with anyone else.

She stared at me for a few seconds; not in the judgmental way her husband did, but like it was just her way of looking at people. She nodded and turned to leave.

“Eat something, love,” Serjo Maryon called after her.

The rest of the lesson continued in a way that I assumed was standard, for the two of them. 

lunchtime

lessons with talmia

Master Maryon was definitely closer to the stereotypical Telvanni mage than her husband. 

[racfoam]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for tagging me @loneamaryllis!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 12 works on AO3!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

435,768 words. Woah.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Harry Potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

not you, not now - Female Harry, Snake Face Voldemort Soulmate Soul Marks AU

be proud - not you, not now AU Voldemort captures Harry in the graveyard

Harry Quits - A One Shot fic where Harry has had enough and leaves the wizarding world.

the v-neck - Harry notices the change in Voldemort’s robe and grieves over the loss of Voldemort’s v-neck. 😭😭 I'm happy to find this got a lot of kudos!

The Capybara Pond of Harrymort & Tomarry Snippets - A work where I put fic ideas and AUs.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I always try to respond to comments. I love talking with my readers! 

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

be proud, maybe. I say it's got the angstiest ending because Harry remains trapped with Voldemort.

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

Harry Quits. Harry finally has had enough during the Atrium fight and he announces he is leaving. He ends up opening a flower shop in New York and Voldemort is a frequent visitor and they marry at the end! Just a very happy, short fic!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I recently got a hate comment on not you, not now that ended up failing in its task and made me laugh instead. 😂Otherwise, not at all.

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

I do write smut, but I haven’t officially published any yet. I write dark smut, non-con, dub-con, tender soft smut. I like writing everything.

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

I wrote a crossover with Naruto and Harry Potter where Naruto and the other teens end up in Hogwarts but never published it. This was when I was 17 or sth so take it with a grain of salt.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Don’t steal writer's fics, or else… 🔪

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet,  but a reader asked my permission to translate not you, not now in Chinese if I remember correctly? Anyway, I hope they tag me so I can see it!

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

I did with an online friend but we haven’t published it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Harrymort. I prefer Snake Face Voldemort with Harry, but Tomarry & Tomarrymort also shares first place. 

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

Maybe be proud… mostly cus of all the smut scenes I need to write. It's planned for 10 chapters max yet I can't seem to get to writing them... 😔

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions and emotions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue! Curse you, dialogue!

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

It's cool, especially if you do a pop-up translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

It has to be not you, not now. I am so proud of the graveyard and everything else. I put my all into this fic, it's the best of my writing and keeps pulling out the best stuff from me. It was my first ever fic and I am so happy so many people like it. I made so many friends with this fic and I am so happy I published it and I love writing it.

I also love be proud because it explores what would have happened had Voldemort managed to capture Harry on the graveyard.

Tagging @limonium-anemos @cindle-writes @mayfriend @isalisewrites @mosiva @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @mishqua @shouldertallabyss @maidenwychelm @purplewitch156 @ginnruin @skaelds @latteloves @duplicitywrites @mrmxlemons @itsevanffs @cannibalinc @monsieurclavier @liquidluckandstuff @aglassroseneverfades @cordeliawrites @pinktom and whoever wants to join!

[thelaithlyworm]

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Thanks @daydreamorama for the tag, the new word is *snake*

Hmmm.

S:

She has hurt him. He says worse about himself all the time, and so does Xiao-Sanye, in between the pair of them trying to fart The Worker’s Flag or bet on who can stuff a whole tangerine in their mouth… but she has hurt him. “I’m –”

“Too thin,” Pang-ge says, his rugged features clearing. His chopstick clinks on the porcelain rim of the bowl as he picks out a bun and puts it on her plate, and then two more. “Ei, Tianzhen, our fourth sister needs to put more meat on her bones, almost as scrawny as you got back in the day…”

(from the Xiao-Bai Deals With Death fic)

N:

"No, I mean it," Wu Xie said, as if Li Cu had said that out loud. "When a bee stings another insect, it's so small and fragile, the bee conquers it and moves on with its sting intact. Animals with hair and scales, they can't be pierced to start with – the bee focuses on the tender nose or it slides off. But humans, now, with our delicate soft skins just a shade, just a touch too tough, we are pierced but the bee must disembowel itself when it pulls away. What agony, what horror?"

Please stop talking, Li Cu thought. The flickering rhinoceros horn candle cast odd shadows around Wushanju's office, reeking now of old lard and bitter bone.

"And yet… we love bees and bees love us," Wu Xie mused.

(from the Li Cu Has to House Sit fic)

A:

And she leapt for the high gateway of Official Xie’s estate, landing neatly. Her light slippers shifted on the dusty stone of the gate, then she jumped out into the world. The people in the courtyard followed her as dust follows a galloping horse.

(from a Wu Xie writes a fanciful children's story about Huo Xiuxiu's Sand Sea adventures.)

K: (I had a real hard time finding a sentence that started with this, so we'll settle for 'kidnap' as a significant word)

[Bai asks [Liu Sang] why he likes Zhang Qiling so much. “Because he’s perfect.” Then he tells the story of Xiaoge kidnapped by graverobbers and used as bait (“Usually they buy a kid for that.”) and how he was the only one who came out of there alive. “Survival is. It's filthy. The blood, and the mud, and the bruises. The sounds of the people you might have gone back for, if you’d been a bit braver. The crunch of their knuckles under your heel because you cannot trust them, whatever they say when they need you. The smell…” “I saw Ouxiang once, when he was still working for Chen Pi A Si and my shifu mapped out some ground for him. And Zhang Qiling, he was… clean. Elegant. Perfect. Nothing dirty could touch him.”]

(from a Bai Haotian and Liu Sang friendship fic)

E: (I don't start sentences with E, apparently)

Bai Haotian was not eating, her eyes flicking from face to face to face. Her fine eyebrows furrowed.

“It was all over very quickly,” Wu Xie lied. And, “I was never truly alone.”

(from an extended version of the bloodletting scene in TSF)

tagging, if they choose to participate, @procrastinatorproject @evilasiangenius @animanightmate @jazzfic @vergoftowels

[wraithsoutlaws]

Honestly I'd like to ask you about the thought behind all of Dagger's design cus it's so fuckin' sick and your art is sick (I'd buy an art book of Ur art) I'm like actually slightly ignoring the ask prompt thing u reblogged so I hope you don't mind but do Dagger's tattoos have any meaning? They're all very cool and I'm going to stop talking now before I ramble about how sick (positive) your art is

aaaaaAh omg i don't mind at all this made me so happy :') thank you so much i'm!! really flattered and happy you like 'em!! there is some meaning behind some of them, and some of them are just a little silly. i've also been in the process of actually trying to fully finalize them (they've sort of been ~up in the air~ for a long time/subject to change)

his most important tattoo is the heart/snake/dagger on his torso:

i've messed with the look of it a lot. originally the dagger went straight up his torso, but i think the angled placement works a little better. the right side is still a WIP, but it's probably more in line with what i want (partially because he's /also/ supposed to have a really big "M" shaped scar that covers his torso as well, and i think it looks really messy with all these elements running vertical on him which is why it hardly makes it into my art). ANYWAY, this one is meant to signify his self-transformation into the "Dagger" persona. the heart in the middle is representative of his humanity, or who he once was as a child. the snake is who he grew into and what generally harbors a lot of his self-hatred and guilt (which is sort of another post worth of Lore so I won't go there rn), and the knife represents who he makes himself, choosing to kill the other parts of who he is and severing himself from the past (including that humanity and guilt). It's his self-made rebirth, no longer beholden to the cycles and feelings of the person he used to be. the "unkillable" beneath the handle is a newer addition, but it's just edgelord enough that i know he'd have it. in a sense, he's killed himself already and now nobody else gets the pleasure of doing so.

now the rest of his tattoos are just kinda stupid and that's why i love them.

the "FVCK" tattoo on his left arm was the first one he got and he gave it to himself stick-n-poke style when he was 16.

the abomination on the right hasn't made it into artwork yet because i'm constantly changing my mind of where i want it. most likely it's on his left shoulder blade and it's pretty self-explanatory. the man loves cigarettes. he got this one in his late teens when he was riding with a group of smugglers between texas and mexico, drunk in front of a campfire, and of course, smoking. (it's worth mentioning that i haven't gotten tattoo mods for him, and though he keeps a big portion of the vanilla tattoos on the front, none of the back piece is canon for him.)

he has a rat king on his thigh (also self-explanatory), as well as cockroach's little rat prints running up the side of his leg.

the last Definite tattoo he has is a small scorpion on his back (as reference to the scorpion and the frog. dagger's in a constant cycle of self-destruction. he's both the scorpion and the frog).

[boydcrowdr]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @acorrespondence, my lovely mutual and writting buddy, for tagging me <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

6, under beezleebub (more under a secret abandoned account)

What's your total ao3 word count?

131,144 for my current account

What fandoms do you write for?

justified, primarily. with one deadwood fic, and a mcu wip in the works.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"stay with me" is my most kudoed fic <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i never know what to say cus i'm always so blown away that anyone's reading my shit at all.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i try not to end on a sour note, but i feel like everything i write carries a general blanket of angst through it's narrative

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

probably "stay with me" just cus i was feeling nice that day

Do you get hate on fics?

not these days. i feel like ao3 users have a generally laid back approach to fanfic these days. don't like? exit the tab, easy peasy.

Do you write smut?

no? i have included not overly explicit sex scenes in fics bcus they can be a great tool for emotionally charged moments, good character moments, etc. but nothing crazy.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never ever. they're not really my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, i'm a control freak

What's your all-time favorite ship?

charles xavier/erik lehnsherr. easy. full stop. don't even have to think about it. there's something about them. something about the 60s/70s. something about two sides of the same coin. something about wanting the same thing but having morally conflicting approaches. i think about magneto every single day of my life since i was 11 years old. next question.

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

"keep it near" had such a choke hold on me. it was born of an offhanded discussion in the justified discord so long ago and a love of southern gothics and detective stories. i still love it sm but idk if i'll ever have the steam to revisit it. maybe when i rewatched true detective s1 it'll just pour outta me tho, who knows.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue. i think i'm pretty good at back and forths between two characters that are saying something other than what they mean. i enjoy writing dialogue that is more revealing in what isn't being said. p.g. wodehouse also taught me a lot about tone in dialogue and witty back and forths that i really enjoy and think i have a pretty good grasp on writing those sorts of exchanges.

i also like to think i'm pretty good at carrying a tone through a story. giving something a general vibe. usually a haunted angsty vibe but still, it's an energy.

What are your writing weaknesses?

probably so many things. i don't like most of my fics that are up currently (with the exception of "keep it near" and probably "stay with me"), but we're all our worst critics. I feel that i struggle with writing action, motion, etc. i never want a scene that lacks dialogue to come across as "and then," "and then," etc, you know what i mean?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

iffy. i feel like it can come across as jarring to a reader if they have no idea what they're even looking at. i've included snippets of russian in a wip, which i have been studying for quite a while, but i still fear it might come across as clunky.

First fandom you wrote for?

uhhh... probably batman? or marvel? unless we're counting the self insert assassin's creed fanfic i wrote in 6th grade before i knew what fanfic was.

Favorite fic you've written?

oh probably "keep it near" but by far my unpublished fic i'm working on currently.

don't know who's been tagged yet, but @praycambrian @raylangivins @norgbelulah @eff41 and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet <3

[shinakazami1]

New Tales Ep 4 live review!!

- Before the intro sequence, I thought Anu didn't know Octavio friends? I don't know the timeframe in all this so it does feel a tad bit weird though, in this run I had killed Juniper so...

- Dear God Octavio not noticing it's Fran's Frogurt is so stupid 😭😭 literally no words. Till this exact moment, I could excuse a lot of the writing... Please.... He's not this dumb, right,,,, ouu,,

- "SAY UNCLE" "You're my sister and I'm your uncle" - I want to know the story behind this sm

- Fergus looking saved it with L0U13 free labour dance but.... Why did we even have the the mental worry, and then the stupid hitting Fergus butt,,, I know the games have this humour but this whole bit felt like not so well timed break

- This game cannot get where it is standing with the killing hmmmm, like no character in this run had a constant (though idk why L0u13, after his crisis, gets once again pro killing,, gonna try replaying better version)

- BROCK BACK AND HE JUST STRAIGTH UP SHOT ANU-PLEASE OFAIHFAS

- GUYS U HAVE THE GUN THAT HEALS 😭😭😭I know they wanted to make this joke but PLEASE

- I feel weird about FRAN being seen as newbie in business. Sure, she only knew one but she kept it going for a long time so I feel she knows a tad bit more seeing it's a fam business for years. Esp after that Susan talk in ep 1. She feels she should know sth more

- Bivington showing up,,, I did expect him to but I wonder. I can tell this is some setup but I wonder what type (future me I say hi) (hi past shina - dear god not one i expected, diluted elon musk oifashfiaos)

- can I propose an overpriced drink AS SIGN OF SUCCESS IS KILLING ME

- it's weird that any didn't realise she could use the lab for their project cud they need

- Anu from being a Newby to being a big fan of Maya Vaultfinder mega ultra player,,, I'm so proud

- JABBER PUBLIC PEEING AND SOOTHING MUSIC PLEASE WHAT WAS THAT WHY DID I STUMP UPON

- Anu being seen as genius and then most the work is just,,,, the goggles,,, the slapping,,,,, it's all so silly

- I was curious what would be Fran's wish and the synth sad music in there reminded me of Hyer Light drifter soundtrack. But Rita,,,

- BADASS SUPERFAN IS MY FAV character beside Rhys and all Tediore soldiers wjjwh

- Foopy PLEASE??? FOOP POOP??? The only thing broken is you HELLO - WHY WE GOT BOTH PISS AND POOP THIS EPISODE

- I wonder if Fran's focus on sexuality is a trauma response, too,, future shina here, but based on what you can tell LOUI3 I think that is the case

- 😭 Why did so many people know and could reference before Fran's traumatic experience tho??? Like it puts her so down and others just know it

-VVIP IS MORE LIKE WIP WORK WORK WORK and i got Octavio to sniff the substance cus I imagine he would try it sjshhehe

- VVVIP,,, WHAT'S NEXT A VVVVIP CUS I HOPE TO SEE SOME WWIPS,,, Also I made Octavio dance

- BADASS BEING FIRED NOOO I hope I will see him in fifth episode :0

- Susan having a gun. You go girl boss actually

- HELLO UNPROTECTED DATA STDs??? dear GOD I EXPECTED THIS AND YET I AM STILL BAFFLED

- THE FACT THERE IS A TRANSLATOR FOR YALL TALK

- I get why people like Susan, I love the translator bit, the bitchy high atittude, she gets it

- BRO THE FACT KATAGAWA SR IS NEXT TO RHYS IS LIKE 'haha remember how my son wanted to kill you well now another person does'

- "dangerous, yes?" girl it's a glowing rock

- I took around 20 screenshots of Rhys alone 😭😭😭I'm down BAD

- I wish got control of Octavio if he would say Susan is the boss... I feel it's a wasted potential

[guesst]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @bloustorm and @aobawilliams thank you for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

71,186 :0

3. What fandoms do you write for?

m!ik and bnha

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all for you, 'uwu' - 897 the road to heaven is paved with bad intentions - 615 anonymous fic :) - 507 to find your heart a home - 251 a case of purposeful grandchild acquisition - 223

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

usually yes! i like getting replies from authors when i comment and also all commenters should know how insane i go about their thoughts. there are some fics i forgot to reply though and atp i feel a bit awkward replying cus its been like. a year

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

'what happens after your clown father rejects your clownery for his younger more clownish son?' - its a crack fic but it does have an unhappy ending so

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

'my friend kira', or 'the frog and the prince', or 'the thing'. they all have very happy/hopeful endings

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope!

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

nope!

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

i enjoy reading them! but ive never written one. i have a crossover prompt thats been sitting in my inbox for like 2 years though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope! unless they did it without me knowing

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

yes! 'fish in a birdcage' - i wrote it with @raccoonwithacoffeeproblem for a prompt challenge, it was great

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

idk voldemort x harry potter probably

okay in all seriousness i have no clue i dont really have a shi-- KIRIO/IRUMA ACTUALLY (but make it dubiously platonic)

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

i have a vague hope that i will finish all of them...... one day........... well i guess afuwu is one im sad about cus i made a vow to finish it and everything and i have not

16. What are your writing strengths?

DIALOGUE! well idk if its a strength but its one of my favourite parts of writing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am slow as FUCK

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

hummm not if the whole conversation ends up being in another language and you have to translate in the end notes. but if i got a foreign character i think tossing in idioms and little exclamations here and there is fun

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i guess on ao3 it's bnha but i know theres a pjo fic in a childhood diary somewhere

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

this is a mean question because every fic i write is my favourite fic at the point of writing it. but i guess... i really like 'how to commit accidental grandson acquisition' just because of how much ive thought about the worldbuilding. also the soulmate au 'to find your heart a home' and ------- im going to end up naming all my m!ik fics jsjdfhg

umm now i will tag @raccoonwithacoffeeproblem and @syanara and @seeesame (hello sesme its been a while)

[kithtaehyung]

why? there’s so many of these jungkook series’s.

cus it’s been fun to write !! i did debate on switching it to another member (yoongi and jin being the frontrunners) after writing the prologue but🥹 in the end, jungkook did fit the premise the best.

and i got a bunch of hyung line fics and wips going, so this is a chance to have more maknae line in the masterlist🥳

[faydingrain]

Cu-wip-osity Tag Game~!

Thank you @bvbyphoenix for tagging me!

(My main was tagged, but I'm posting this here to keep writing to the writing blog~)

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. (I'll only include fandom-relevant ones for this post, and idk many people in the fandom, so if you see this: Tag! You're it!)

WIPs:

ets log: rec(Obsession.lov) Part [2]: Eden(Love) manages to recover her Obsession code successfully, as it's become her only reason for living. She continues trying to hold onto the code without it being found and removed again, while also obeying ETS's tests so she can get outside the facility and start looking for Marcus again.

Part [3] will be her excursions outside, mostly about clubs and parties she goes to between her work (which I'm making that she has to find a proper "opening" or something to the Meridian). ETS allows her to have fun so she can learn better how to blend in with people, but truthfully, she's gathering info about Marcus's wherabouts.

Untitled: A brief drabble that takes place during Inversion: Another Story about how Chelsie is glad Kody got kicked out so he wouldn't have to be in that situation.

Untitled: Kody is talking with his therapist about people can be burdened with grief even without the physical death of another.

A Clearing in the Algae: An update on Chelsie and Kody, and how things are starting to get better for them.

Imperium Willow(Darlin'): I admittedly forgot why I wanted to write this oops- Willow manages to survive this AU, and swears revenge after holding David's lifeless body in her arms.

Aftershock: Another Lament: I still want to work on this okay- But just for fun, I'll briefly list the parts I had in mind for it:

P1 - Angel: How Angel is doing after hearing about David's death. Will end with Milo and Chrys(Sweetheart) trying to reach her so she's not alone.

P2 - Alpha: Asher is having nightmares, and he and Emmanuel(Baabe) talk about Asher's becoming Alpha, and how he would rather have David back.

P3 - Sire: An update on Vincent and Gracie(Lovely). Will end vaguely in order to branch off with the person they chose to let Vincent turn.

P4 - The 69: Huxley was chosen to be reborn in Route 1. After being greeted by Vincent, Lasko (wearing an eyepatch) and Damien (in a wheelchair) enter to check on him. They discuss what happened and grieve their losses, while also including the fact that Gavin returned to Aria for an undetermined amount of time.

P5 - Detective: Milo is having nightmares about being outside the ward watching people die. Chrys tries to reassure him, and they continue into talk about the investigation. Chrys is on leave do to their motorcycle injury, but has received a promotion due to their work during the Inversion.

P6 - Healer: Willow joins Sam alone on a rooftop to reflect on the Inversion. She asks about how the kids are doing, and Sam provides updates. He also mentions that D.A.M.N. is now extremely shortstaffed, but they're having a flood of people wanting to study healing, and they've offered him a job knowing he's very skilled in that area. Willow thinks he should accept the offer, but he's not sure if teaching is what he wants to do.

P7 - The Freelancer: Cora was chosen to be reborn in Route 2. After being greeted by Vincent, Gavin and Caelum enter to check on her. They discuss what happened, including Lasko and Damien being in the hospital, and grieve their losses.

P8 - Dreamer: To end the series, we cut to Jessi(Blake's Listener) and Blake out on a date. Blake basically goes "uhuhu according to keikaku" while Jessi has no clue that her bf is a psycho.

Pending P? - Sister: This was a bonus chapter I've already sorta decided to pull, but it was going to purely revolve around my Blake's Sister OC Ava, and her feelings about this new case opening up as a result of the Invesion. This includes the police chief asking her (probably offscreen) if she'll be able to handle a case that involves her sibling, and revealing to Kieran (maybe Chrys on call) that the dreamwalker that interfered may be her brother. She reveals to them that while the two had a tense relationship growing up, and haven't spoken in years, she still loves her brother as a family member and may find it difficult to combat him.

Lovestruck: This drabble series has 3 chapters already, but here's my super secret list of other drabbles with their songs that I intended to write but haven't gotten to:

All of Me or Everytime We Touch- David/Angie

Drag Me Down - Emmy/Asher

Stereo Hearts x Zaalima - Milo/Chrys

Love Me Like You Do [Cello/Piano]  - Vincent/Gracie

*I Like It [Remix] - Amalia (OC)/Briar(Bright Eyes)

*I Like It [Remix] - Fred/Ryder (OC)

*This one was technically the next one I intended to write, and was left off in progress. It's going to be a double-drabble.

Rather Be - Avior/Stella

Birds of a Feather - Elliot/Sunny(Sunshine)

Hypnotic - Vega/Hydra(Warden)

Fever Dream or Shut Up and Dance - Blake/Jessi

Burn Break Crash or Accidentally in Love - Guy/Amy(Honey)

Can’t Help Falling in Love [Dark ver] - Ivan/Rivka(Baby)

Glad You Came - Kieran (OC)/Lasko

A Thousand Years ["Wedding" Ver] - Will/Kalila (OC) [Probably won't make]

Fever Dream - [Bonus gn listener if I feel like it] James/"Darling" (This was before he had a real listener, lmao. I don't actually know what the listener's name is though...)

Bad Things Happen Bingo (for Redacted):

Hanahaki: I've had an idea scribbled down to write this for Sam and Willow, specifically Sam since I've been enjoying the one-sided yearning on his part, ehehe~

Basically, Sam gets Hanahaki Disease, and the clan is trying to figure out what's wrong with him. William cites that it's an old and rare disease he hasn't seen in a while, and tbh, I have no idea how else it would go other than that, lol.

Locked in a Cage: Angie(Angel) right before her execution in the Imperium.

This is For Your Own Good: Avior realizes he completely fucked up handling Stella's(Starlight's) memory loss. Before their relationship shatters beyond repair, he holds her down and erases her memories to have one more shot...again.

Vague Ideas:

Vega/Warden: I just wanted to write about Hydra, and reference how she's friends with Caelum 💞

Vaelum Fluff: ...Okay soooo I kinda want to make a Vega/Caelum fic, but I don't really have any ideas for how to go about writing it, so it's just been a desire of mine silently floating through the void. I just know I want it to be soft and fluffy 💕

Kody Redemption P?: Maybe or maybe not a part where Chelsie goes to get her things back from her ex, but he tricks her into getting her alone so he can hurt her. Chelsie manages to reach Kody and in a very melodramatic fashion, Kody goes fisticuffs with her ex. He somehow gets out of it less harmed than Chelsie is, so she ends up in the hospital longer. This will be the second time she meets Damien, who will now be in a wheelchair.

Kody Redemption P?: I did want to include somewhere that he started going back to college somewhere else and met a cute and sweet girl that he likes and likes him back. It will also touch on how he slips back into his bad habits of stalking and possessiveness, but whether he stops talking to the girl or forces himself to correct his behaviours, I haven't decided yet.

Quinn Arc Shorts [My Ver]: I did intend once upon a time to fill in some of those blanks that Yours in Eternity, My Dearest had about what was going on with Quinn, but I'm not sure I have the desire to anymore honestly. I still have the spot reserved for it tho.

Vincent/Gracie&Dana(Stranger) Date OR Future Vincent/Dana: I have tossed the idea around to expand on Never Let You Go Again a little and have the three of them doing stuff together one day. I also had the idea of distant future Vincent after Gracie's passed away and how he and Dana start to hook up {Vampire/Mermaid couple anyone??] but idkkkk

[paarksunghoon]

dh is back bcs of that drabble and hngngkfnrksjsmsh MY MOUTH IS WATERING!!! there's something very very VERRRRY slightly sick and sinister about hee convincing you to not use a condom despite being the ever so considerate gentlemen n i Do think part of him wants to corrupt u a lil but that's another discussion for another day as is the studio sex thing bcs i am a little tired for more brainworms today BUT I'LL KEEP IT IN MIND!!! :3

also ofc i love you plus me heeseung he's my actual baby :( yes he's a lil stupid n hardheaded but that honestly just makes him all the more endearing 2 me tbh....

and fun fact for u before i end this ask, deep honey is the very reason Why i started seeing sunghoon in a different light. smth abt the way u wrote the comfort of his arms and voice made my head spin and that was the first time in a long time i rly indulged in fluff cus i just like the idea of enduring a rough day n having ur partner to pick u up from it 🥹🥹 so if i am being very honest i gen think the reason why i added hoon to my bias line is bcs of U.. if that isn't a high honor then idk what is so yes to answer ur question i will most definitely eat up the sunghoon wip ur writing bcs i love sunghoon n i love the way U write him specifically hehe

anyways thank u for indulging me once more u always write so delicious n i will see u again <3

“the reason why i added hoon to my bias line is bcs of U” this is thee highest honor and I’m always glad to make more people love sunghoon!!! I think he and I are very similar in a lot of ways, and I love learning about him and hearing him talk. he’s so brilliant but I don’t think most people realize that yet. anyway I wrote deep honey bc something fairly life altering happened to me and I wanted to hug him 😭

if ypm heeseung was real he’d probably laugh at being called your baby and wouldn’t disagree

at the time of writing the sex scene, it felt a bit rushed because I didn’t go “all out” as I didn’t think it needed much other than what I published, so indulging in scenarios and thinking about epilogues beyond it is very fun for me