#anyway I also thought it was about time I share a snippet of these two 🤭

[undying-lilies]

Pirate & the Queen snippet, anyone? 👀

The crowd burst into applause when the deep and inspiring monologue ended. “Clover, fetch me water,” Queen Ophelia commanded in a low tone, clapping politely.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Clover whispered. As the applause died down and the next scene began, the lady-in-waiting slid out of her chair and disappeared out of the royal box.

Queen Ophelia folded her hands in her lap and straightened in her chair, fixing her gaze to the actors on the stage. It was good that she’d gone to the theater. This way, like Benjamin had pointed out, people would see that their queen enjoyed the fine arts - and it would give her an opportunity to relax.

The curtains rustled behind her. The queen automatically lifted her hand to take her glass of water from Clover - and was promptly startled when someone took her hand instead.

Her head shot up just as Romero was lifting her hand to his lips.

Queen Ophelia wrenched her hand away before he could kiss it. “How dare you,” she hissed.

“For wanting to appropriately greet the queen?” Romero raised his eyebrows. “Hand-kissing is acceptable when you meet a ruler.”

“For stalking me outside of the palace!”

Romero leaned against the wall, half-covered by the shadows that the curtains cast. “Can’t a man enjoy the theater?” he said innocently.

“You can’t have come to the theater all by yourself,” the queen said haughtily. “You heard I was coming and you planned it. I bet you even swindled your way past the ticket booth.”

“You flatter me, Your Majesty, but I came here tonight for reasons unrelated to you. I didn’t even know you were planning to be here.” He shot her a grin. “Running into you was just a pleasant coincidence.” 

“I don’t believe you,” Ophelia said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m hurt,” Romero said, putting a hand to his chest and looking slightly wounded, “but not surprised.”

The queen thought it wasn’t surprising either. But before she could say anything, another thought occurred to her and she inhaled sharply, her hands curling into fists. “I suppose I shouldn’t even ask how you got past my guards.”

“One of them left to find the bathroom,” Romero commented. “And the other one wasn’t looking when I darted in. You might need to find better guards, Your Majesty.”

“My guards are perfectly fine!”

“Not if they let an intruder get past your premises.” 

The queen scoffed at that. Why in the world was he pointing out her security was weak - was he trying to make things harder for himself? It was a horrible angle for him, but she was going to take him up on it. Romero Dagon didn’t know what he was getting into.

[spacedace]

Found this old snippet and don't really remember of the context for it outside of being a joking exploration of how weird the Fenton/Phantom family tree would seem to outsiders (not even getting into how relationships might be classified differently between the human side & the ghost side)

Anyway gonna drop it here as a prompt lol

Mind the quick reference to dismemberment, there's no gore or detailed description and no one is actually hurt, it's more there for comedic effect, but still wanted to give the heads up on it 👍

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Nomad motioned to the towering, vaguely vampire-looking buff dude with literal flaming hair what the fuck, “Dan, this is everyone. Everyone this is Dan. He’s my…” Nomad trailed off and blinked, a look of confused befuddlement on her face as she let the sentence hang for too long.

“Huh…” She said considering, looking up at vampire-dude, Dan apparently, with a confused furrow on her brow. “You know this is the first time I’ve ever had to try and explain our relationship to each other and I’m drawing a blank and what exactly to call you. Uncle? Dad? Brother? Like, I think you could technically be considered all three.”

What the fuck did that mean??? Kon snapped his attention over to meet Tim’s masked gaze, the look of wild confusion Kon was sure was on his own face mirrored there. Around the meeting room confused and worried looks were being shared by the rest of the League. Which like, yeah, what in the Habsburgs was happening here for all of those terms to be applicable?

“Well, you’re Danny’s Mirror, so if you consider him your dad then it stands to reason I’m also your father.” Dan said, hand coming up to his - literally flaming, how did that work? - goatee thoughtfully.

“Yeah but like, I call Danny dad just to piss Vlad off.” Nomad countered, toying with her severed arm with her still attached hand. Kon didn’t think he’d ever get over how casual she was about being literally disarmed and just…not caring. “And I definitely don’t see you as a dad. Uncle?”

The giant of a ghost shook his head with a frown, “Implies that Danny and I are brothers, which could work but gives our relationship kind of a weird vibe. I feel more like his father than anything.”

“Gramps, then?”

“No.”

Nomad laughed, “Fair, wouldn’t want to take the title of Grampa away from CW. Besides we’re both half Vlad, so I think brother works best here.” She frowned, looking thoughtful, “Maybe half brother?”

Dan considered, “Half-brother could work. Though it gives Vlad more credit than he deserves.”

“Oh come on, can you imagine the look on his face if we went in together on suing him for child support?” Nomad asked, fanged grin wicked. Dan’s face lit up at the idea, and Kon felt like they were rapidly heading towards the two ghosts running off to go and go torment whoever this Vlad guy was rather then them help deal with the current demonic problem at hand.

“Can you please explain what any of that means?” Kon asked, more a squeak than anything else. He was starting to get a headache.

[chongoblog]

SCREW IT IM GONNA TOOT MY OWN HORN FOR A BIT

So it's been like a month since I put up my last big mashup, and the response has been awesome. I wanted to talk about all the little bits I put in there, because frankly, I put a lot of love into it, and I want to share it! Here's the video of the mashup with the music video (which is a big part of it.)

First of all, shoutouts to Shoocharu for the incredible animation for the original MV. I've found him to always have the best Game Grumps animations, and his abilities work perfectly for this music video.

Okay, now just to talk about all the Silly Jokes and Bits and Stuff. A lot of these were noticed by comments (and shoutouts to them! I love seeing people get these)

-Ska Cha Cha is used as a reference to the name of the actual song "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha". Close enough.

-A couple samples are used multiple times at different points in the song. For "Tik Tok", "Ska Cha Cha" and "Down" it makes sense since it's the chorus of the song. However, I also bring back "I'm Blue" and "Toxic" because in the original song, those samples are played over the lyrics "The universe is getting colder, colder. Still every universe somehow got Zumba". Those lyrics are repeated at the end of the song, showing how what was once madness is now being embraced. I thought playing those samples again with the full mix was appropriate.

-And yes, in the two appearances of The Void in the music video, MEGALOVANIA plays because he looks kinda like Sans.

-"words, words, words" was a super interesting inclusion. At first I added it because of the lyric "Just relax..." which is a lyric during that portion of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha. Also, not only did "here's two facts" thematically work well (since the song was about to discuss two separate universes) but it also perfectly aligned rhythmically. Also, that "words, words, words" line might be one of my favorite pre-choruses ever.

-I included Cruel Angel's Thesis at someone else's suggestion, but I'm really glad they suggested it. I actually start it with a somewhat heavy low pass filter before slowly fading off it because I thought it sounded cooler.

-I included "Harder Better Faster Stronger" during that portion because Tom's vocal effects sound similar.

-Cha Cha Slide matches perfectly since the lyrics of Transcendental Cha Cha Cha are also "Slide to the left....slide to the right". Incredibly proud of the little breakdown I included during the mix-up portion.

-"Sometimes this song, it sounds like" segment is referencing myself, since over the years I have developed my own patterns. Sometimes the song does indeed sound like Crawling (plus funny commercial next to it. Again...patterns) and sometimes it does sound like All Star (shoutouts to Star Shop)

-The Mighty B! Theme slaps actually.

-I felt like I had to include the Peanut Butter Jelly snippet, since "it's everything and nothing, it's a baseball bat" sounded almost like it was a direct reference to it. I wanted to include the original Tom Cardy lyric on top of that one both to hammer home the joke and also because I thought the harmonic vocals layered perfectly onto Peanut Butter Jelly Time would make for a nice touch.

-Every time I saw someone notice that I put the "God Dammit" directly after Never Gonna Give You Up to imply that he was mad about getting rick rolled, I gained a year of my life.

-Keeping the "Blink!" from the original song I felt was useful to help kinda punctuate the wildly different samples I was using.

-"Money Game" and "Money Money Money" being played over the French Revolution. Completely unrelated, but have you noticed how much wealth inequality we're facing here in America? That's interesting.

-"Closer" and "Closer" is such an easy joke. In fact it's so easy I've done it before. Did it anyway lmao

-During the big buildup, "Larger Than Life" was used mostly because I hadn't used that song before and I thought it was time. "Dare" was put in because I think that the vocals work really well to naturally create a sense of buildup (unless it's the Live version). "Brain Power" was put in to replicate the noise gate that Tom put on his extended note.

-Monkey Watch and Mr Brightside. Again! Patterns!

-toes

So yeah that's Transcendental Fever Dream. I'm sure if I had more time and excuses to talk about all the nitty gritty details and choices made I'd do it, but I think this is a pretty big breakdown. Something's always felt kinda Big about this one. I think that save for Super Smashup, this is the best mashup I've ever made, and I think it acts as a sort of a culmination of these last 7 years or so of mashups. No idea what the future holds, but if it comes from love, then it's gonna be great.

Thanks for reading.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Vincent tending to Chidi’s wounds when a medical professional isn’t near (with Vincent surprisingly having good knowledge on wounds) has always been on my mind and I thought to share with you ^_^

Anyways here’s a crappy screenshot of them because aaaaaaaaaaaaaa Chidi looks so small😭

Thank you so much for this ask! This ended up being almost chapter-length and I may use snippets of it in Those Who Have Something to Live For later on, oops!!

Also, small hearts for small chidi: 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

-⚜- I Want to Be Next to You -⚜-

TW: gunshot wound, discussion of self-sacrifice

The first thing Chidi noticed was the red pouring out of Vincent’s shoulder. The second thing he noticed was how fast he was breathing.

He didn’t say anything, just staggered back against the wall with alarmingly wide eyes almost rolling back in his head - that look of unspeakable terror that Chidi had seen only a few times in his service with Vincent.

Chidi was across the balcony and in contact with Vincent almost instantly, gripping both arms to slow his fall and guide him to the ground. Their legs folded under them in unison, almost gracefully, like two swans landing on water. And they both felt they were drifting on something like water, suddenly floating above a terrible, murky depth. Their eyes were locked together, mirroring each other’s desperation. “C'est bon [It’s okay],” he whispered, low enough to reach only Vincent.

He didn’t respond at first. Then, as if without breathing, “Non, ce n'est pas le cas, ils putain… ils… [No it’s not, they fucking…they…]”

Chidi couldn’t contradict him. They had been ambushed. A particularly crucial client had insisted on meeting Vincent on “neutral ground,” without much backup, in a remote villa. As he had feared, it was merely a ruse to make an attempt on Vincent’s life. And Chidi hadn’t stopped it…they’d laid hands on Vincent, they’d put metal in him…

“Get a medic, and arrange evacuation,” he barked over his shoulder, without breaking eye contact with Vincent. Chidi was scary like this.

The ground around them was littered with bodies. Only two other guards survived – and the enemy was demolished. One of those guards hesitated. “What should I tell them about the deal, sir? And the ambush?”

“I don’t care! I’m going to stay with my ward! GO!” My ward. Vincent was the ward of all the bodyguards, but Chidi didn’t say our. No, at moments like this, it became clearer than ever that Vincent was his responsibility in a way that none of the other Myrmadons shared.

In another moment, they were alone.

“Chidi…” It wasn’t the beginning of a question, it was an inarticulate plea. Vincent’s head was lolling from one side to the other against the wall, in danger of knocking against it from how badly he was shaking.

“Je suis là. [I’m here.]” He lowered him the rest of the way down, not against the hard marble, but into his lap, elevating the wounded shoulder above the rest of his body. Overwhelmed by the mixture of shock and human contact, he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for half a second before staring desperately up at Chidi again. It was a magnetic look, impossible to break away from. Help me, it was saying. Chidi obeyed.

“Je vais vous attacher un garrot maintenant, monsieur. Cela signifie que je vais attacher un morceau de tissu autour de votre épaule. Cela pourrait faire mal mais je vais essayer d’être rapide. [I’m going to tie you a tourniquet now, sir. This means I’m going to tie a piece of cloth around your shoulder. It might hurt but I’ll try to be quick.]” For once, he was the one chattering away, trying to fill the silence, to keep Vincent’s mind from running away with him. He kept his breathing as steady as he could, and his face expressionless. He had to be the rock right now, something to hold onto.

He took off his suitcoat and then ripped off his shirt sleeve from underneath, tying it around Vincent’s shoulder. As it squeezed the muscles around the wound, Vincent went even paler, panting in an effort not to scream. Even at a time like this, he didn’t want to look weak. It made Chidi’s heart twist. “Vous allez bien, monsieur. [You’re doing well, sir.]” He wasn’t. He was starting to hyperventilate, and it really concerned Chidi. “Peux-tu respirer avec moi, lentement ? De la même manière que je respire. [Can you breathe with me, slowly? The same way I’m breathing.]”

The Marquis struggled for a moment, staring at Chidi’s chest. He saw another wave of fear rise up behind Vincent’s eyes as he lost control. “Je – je ne peux pas – [I – I can’t – ]”

“Ce n'est pas grave alors. Continuez simplement d’essayer et concentrez-vous sur ma voix. Je vais faire pression sur toi pour arrêter le saignement maintenant, d'accord ? Et je continuerai à faire ça jusqu’à ce que l’aide arrive. [That’s okay then. Just keep trying and focus on my voice. I’m going to press on you to stop the bleeding now, okay? And I’ll keep doing that until help comes.]” Chidi did his best not to talk too fast, not to let the panic affect his voice. He felt like breaking down – seeing Vincent like this was too much. But he had to be reassuring for him.

“…d’accord… ça prend combien de temps? […okay…how long with that take?]”

“Je ne sais pas, monsieur. Pas longtemps. [I don’t know, sir. Not long.]” He lowered his hands over the wound and pressed down as hard as he could. Vincent made an awful, strangled sound. Even through the pressure, Chidi could feel how badly he was shivering. “Attendez, faisons ça aussi. [Wait, let’s do this too.]” He took his hands off the wound long enough to throw his coat over Vincent’s chest, and then pressed down again. Vincent snuggled involuntarily into the warmth, the shivering subsiding a little. After the initial pain of Chidi’s strength against his shoulder again, he relaxed into it. Then, following a long moment of hesitance, his hand rested on top of Chidi’s.

“Merci.” He stroked along Chidi’s hand just the way he would if they were just resting in bed together after making love.

“Bien sûr. [Of course.]”

His eyes were closed again and suddenly Chidi worried he might lose consciousness.

“Hé, pouvez-vous continuer à me regarder monsieur ? Reste éveillé s'il te plait. [Hey, can you keep looking at me sir? Stay awake please.]”

Vincent wrenched his eyelids open with what seemed a very great effort. “Parlez-moi alors. [Talk to me then.]” It was an order, but spoken so quietly, so vulnerably.

“D’accord.” Chidi thought for a moment. “Tu sais, j'ai appris la médecine de campagne pour toi. J'ai pris des cours le soir, pendant mon temps libre. Parce que si jamais tu étais bloqué comme ça, je voulais être sûr de pouvoir t'aider. [You know, I learned field medicine for you. I took lessons in the evenings, during my leisure time. Because if you were ever stranded like this, I wanted to make sure I could help you.]”

Vincent swallowed. “Je ne le savais pas. Je…te remercie. [I didn’t know that. I…thank you.]” His hand was stroking idly against Chidi’s, with deep affection, soothing both himself and his lover at once. He was getting into that zoned out space that he entered sometimes, when he was hurt or very sick. A space that forced his deeply defended heart to open a little.

“Ce n'était pas un problème, monsieur. Je suis content de l’avoir fait. [It was no trouble, sir. I’m glad I did.]”

“Je suis… je suis content que tu sois là. Peut-être… peut-être que je dramatise mais… [I’m…I’m glad you’re here. Maybe…maybe I’m being dramatic but…]” He went silent for a long time, so long that Chidi almost thought he was passing out. But he wasn’t. “Si je meurs, je veux qu'il soit à côté de toi. [If I die, I want it be next to you.]”

Chidi’s throat tightened. He looked away at the sunset, waves of pink and gold crashing down over jagged mountains. But it wasn’t half as beautiful as Vincent, so he looked back. “Si je meurs, je veux que ce soit pour vous, monsieur. Mais je préfère que nous vivions tous les deux. [If I die, I want it to be for you, sir. But I’d rather we both live.]”

Vincent didn’t answer for a long time, and when he did, it was in a rush, with his voice dropping quieter and quieter until Chidi could barely hear him.  “Je préfère ça aussi, ces jours-ci. Il y a quelques instants, quand on m'a tiré dessus, j'ai réalisé que… Pour une fois, je n'avais pas peur parce que j'étais seule, mais parce que je voulais continuer à vivre. Je veux être à côté de toi. [I’d rather that too, these days. A few moments ago, when I was shot, I realized that…For once, I wasn’t scared because I was alone, but because I want to keep living. I want to be next to you.]”

You will. You always will. “Je serai toujours à vos côtés, monsieur. [I will always be by your side, sir.]” Chidi wrapped himself around Vincent’s body, giving him all of his warmth, all of his presence, all of himself. For life.

[mooncello]

—it's a strange feeling to finish a wip after not touching it for five months. a strange thing to finish a fic that I started over a year ago. because my writing has changed in that time. maybe not dramatically, but it's evolved. I'd like to think my craft has developed in certain ways over the past year. I've changed, as a person and a writer, but the fic itself still takes place within a three-week period. I don't want a sudden vibe shift yfm?

in the past month, I've re-read the entirety of more than a footnote multiple times, to ensure I get into the headspace, re-familiarize myself with their voices, remember all the threads I want to tie off, the themes I want to bring home in a satisfying way.

that all being said. chapter 9 is a vibe shift. ✌️

I always knew that I wanted to give my guys some time together. to be happy after all that pining angst, sure, but to also figure out what it means to be with one another in this new way. because they've still got their issues yk?

personally, I really dislike stories that end right after the two characters get together. like. it's just about to get really good?? the relationship stuff is WHERE IT'S AT for me.

so that's chapter 9. navigating the new, getting away from Watford, new scenery (including the seaside!), new characters (say hi to Niall's mums, Bridget and Paloma). I feel like the chapter has awtwb vibes. it's long. I've panicked to a couple friends about that this past week (how long is too long? are ppl gonna hate this?), but whenever I read thru my current draft, it feels like stepping into another world. it feels like a cup of tea on a rainy day. a momentary reprieve. I think I really like it. I hope you all like it, too.

one more POV to write, then it's off to betas. omg, I can't believe this one is almost over.

for today: I'm sharing a few short snippets from the chapter. nothing too long or immersive. more like a little sampling.

peace and love y'all.

we've got some moody Baz:

Baz’s smoky eyes slide over to us, lingering on where Dev’s hand rests along my waist. A flicker of pained longing crosses his face, more a facial twitch than anything else, and then smooth neutrality once more.

we've got kissing:

"If you wanna keep staring at me, I suggest you get dressed." Then I kiss him, fast and hard and a little bit filthy. "I'm leaving for breakfast in exactly five minutes."

we've got a precious mother-son moment:

“He’s happy with you.” I shoot a startled look at mum. “He always has been.” I’m not sure what to say to that, so I swirl another piece of biscuit in my tea. It’s soggy and threatening to collapse by the time I take a bite. I press the gingery mush to the roof of my mouth and then swallow. “Did you know?” I ask quietly. “Know what, darling?” “That Dev, uh, has liked me?”

oh, and angst makes a reappearance:

My eyes burn with tears, and I stab my knuckles into them. Hard. Until colourful sparks light up behind my eyelids. No. I will not cry. If I cry, I won’t be able to stop.

and:

“This isn’t just a party.” His voice the crack of a whip, the snap of a tree branch in the middle of a storm.

and:

Dev sinks to his knees in the sand, his spine curved against the sky. I drop beside him, not really knowing what the fuck I’m supposed to do, but stroking his hair anyway because if I’ve learned one thing this past week, it’s that Dev secretly loves tender touch.

and we've got more sex:

My back hits the mattress with a soft thump, and Niall climbs on top of me, his legs straddling my waist. He drags his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good,” he rasps, and then latches his teeth onto my skin, sucking hard with the intent to mark.  “Oh fuck,” I moan, as he bites a second kiss over my pulse point. I’m gonna carry his bruises tomorrow, and that thought wrings another moan out of me.

thank you for the tag today @leithillustration (hell yeah mermay content!!)

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[luciddaydreamingworlds]

My au versions of Brainy (she/her), Jokey (he/him), and Tuffy (he/him).

I was planning on waiting till I got more official refs done of them, but I figured I might as well post these anyways.

In my AU, they are triplets (meaning they were delivered in the same basket)! As well as the shortest of the canon adult Smurfs.

More thoughts about their dynamic + lore under the cut:

Sorry for how disjointed this stuff is gonna sound, I'm just writing down random thoughts I have about them.

So, basically, what I have in mind is siblings that tease/bully the fuck out of eachother, but would also fight to the death to protect eachother. Classic "I'm gonna make my siblings' lives a living hell, but god help anyone else that tries to harm them" dynamic. They each know how to fight because of the others.

They all share the traits of being clever, mischievous, and hot-headed, and they're each pretty dang strong in their own right. Not Hefty strong, mind you, but strong enough.

Jokey and Tuffy know how to dodge stuff pretty damn well because Brainy often throws what's in her arms' reach at them when she's upset at them. On the flipside, Brainy's got a strong arm and an accurate aim because of how often she's thrown stuff at the other two.

Brainy, Jokey, and Tuffy share conjoined shrooms (like those townhouses that are connected by a hallway that can be locked on both sides). Jokey and Tuffy live on the shrooms at the ends, and Brainy lives in the middle shroom. Which does mean that whenever something explodes, Tuffy doesn't know which of his siblings did it until further notice.

Brainy does end up bearing the brunt of the teasing due to her being more book-inclined and rule-bound. Plus, her consistently and stubbornly talking herself out of her gendered feelings since she was a small Smurfling up until the Grove Smurfs were found gives her brothers another avenue to (lightly) tease her with. Regardless, her brothers try not to give her too hard of a time. She has a very fun and experimental side to her that does often get her in trouble with the other Smurfs, but Tuffy and Jokey find it rather delightful. They'll often encourage her as much as possible to keep this side flourishing.

Jokey is, obviously, the most mischievous of the three. Besides all the time he spends making and pranking people with his explosive surprises, he also has quite the penchant for rule-breaking. He enjoys sneaking around, in and out of the Village when he's not supposed to, and can be quite the klepto at times. Jokey also has several books on all the dirty little secrets each person he's ever come across has, just in case he needs to.. coerce something out of them. He also just has a lot of books filled with snippets of knowledge in general. Jokey doesn't have great memory recall skills due to all the head-damaging accidents he's been in, so he's had to start writing in journals and meticulously keeping track of time so he doesn't forget and miss out on anything. It's not a perfect system, but at least he's also got Brainy and Tuffy to help him remember things when he's struggling particularly hard.

And now, Tuffy, the hot-headed, self-declared strongman of the triplets. He goes out of his way to find people to fight, regardless of whether or not he's got a good chance of winning. The main subject of his angst-fueled ire is Hefty, and it's Tuffy's dream to be able to beat him in a fight. Hefty doesn't really know why Tuffy has it out for him, but, surprisingly, he is up for helping Tuffy train and get stronger. Which, honestly, kinda irks Tuffy even more because it feels like preferential treatment in his eyes. So, what, Brainy and Jokey aren't spending their time exercising and roughing others up, so they're not worth Hefty's oh-so-precious time? Needless to say, Tuffy is the most protective of his siblings, and he finds the treatment they endure from the other Smurfs to be unfair and unnecessary. Like, sure, Tuffy bullies them sometimes for fun, but he's never been malicious about it (to his knowledge, at least).

I think I'll cut my thoughts off here. I have plenty more, but I want to draw at least a few pictures of them interacting with each other and with other Smurfs before I hit my dopamine limit and completely run out of motivation /lh

Hope yall enjoy!

[steviewashere]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I wasn't tagged by anybody, but I am stealing @wheneverfeasible's word that they put out! (Because I really want to be motivated to write). My word is CORDYCEPS (which, btw, I hope you enjoy the TLOU finale...I didn't watch season 2, but I know the depressing shit that lies within mwahahaha)

Not all of these are from the same WIP! Also, definitely going to do some longer snippets because I love them too much to separate them <3

CW: Mentions of Death/Grieving/Mourning, Disordered Eating, Steddie Breakup (none of these are too bad or extremely graphic, but I thought I'd give warnings anyway!)

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄 C

“Can you help me?” Eddie musters, croaking, “please, Steve, can you help me with this? I trust you and I…I know that this is kind of a lot to ask, but you…you usually know how to get me through this shit. Please?”

current WIP title - "eddie recover wg"

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄 O

Other people who wanted to touch him. Other people that weren’t Steve. He had wandered back to the door, tried to lift it from the bottom, and eventually gave up when it wouldn’t budge. They had locked him out. Eddie’s sour—sour like rotten milk—scent still filtered out to the driveway. There were still a cacophony of displeased noises. And Steve knew they were talking Eddie down, they were telling him to leave, they were telling him that…that Steve was dangerous—they have to be, Steve had thought, they don’t fucking want me. Steve’d left then. Got back in his car, drove himself all the way home—to that echoing, silent, empty home—and put himself to bed.

current WIP title - "rejection sickness steve"

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄 R (this one's a longer one)

Retirement home down in Louisiana. Place located more rural, tighter to the bays and the tall grass rather than a bustling New Orleans sidewalk. His mama, bless her, fading into herself, sinking into the deep wrinkles of her brain. Forgetting. She’d been young going in—to his standards—only seventy-two. Now, though, she was leaving the world at eighty-six in—coincidentally—1986. Hardly had the time to know and remember her only grandson. Barely any time at all. He’d always known that she’d die, as is the course of all life. What he had expected was her to be a thin takeout bag of a woman, carrying inside his grandpappy’s youth in Appalachia, the deconstruction of her religion deep within the Bible Belt, and a million stories she keeps circling like coupons in the paper. With her Creole and seventeen ways to mince and serve an alligator’s soul. He wasn’t prepared to lose her once to her mind, and once more to her succumbing—and to also realize the loss had been impending, always in his peripheral. Though, in hindsight, he never thought he’d witness it in his own going age. Honest to God, he thought he’d be taking the stairway before her, even as unlikely as it now seems. She’s leaving behind a legacy. And she’s also leaving him. Too young, too stubborn, too him. He isn’t a crier. No, damnit, he isn’t. Sitting on his sorry excuse of a couch, in the damp rich darkness of a silent living room, no woman’s cheek to kiss and no rope to tether…it’s about damn time the hurricane came sweeping in. ‘Bout damn time for the levy to break.

current WIP title - "wayne grieving"

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“Do you…”—his voice is dead from disuse, broken just as his heart is—“…do you love me?” “Wh—of course I do! You’re my best friend in the entire fucking world, Steve!” “Will you—can you say it?” Robin brings a hand to the right side of his face, cradling him, drawing him over to look at her. “I love you, Steve,” she murmurs, “you’re my best friend and I love you.” “When does that stop being true?” Her fingers tense on him. Tight and shaking. “It won’t,” Robin states firmly, “it just won’t.” He bounces his gaze between her eyes. Tears replenish just as fast as they dried out. His cheeks are the surface of the sun, the sobs molten from the crater inside him. He wants to scream, shout maybe. That’s not a promise, Steve wants to say, and you know you can’t promise that. Why are you lying to me? Why does everybody fucking lie to me?

current wip title - "lavender marriage stobin"

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“You’re home,” Wayne gruffly says—his voice is rougher than his hands, rougher than decades of work and grit; as if he’d been busy scooping shards of glass to the back of his throat—“how’d your date with Steve go? He give you”— He steps forward, hands splayed wide at his side in a cautious motion. His eyebrows, he can feel them, disappear behind his bangs in a look of what he hopes comes across as incredulity. “Wait,” Eddie interrupts sharper than he intends, “we’re not just…that doesn’t matter right now.” The steps through the living room are faster and grander than they’d been any night before. Like he’s simply gliding across the carpet to sit down. Even faster than when he rushed to Chrissy’s tiny body, her blank face, that trembling ponytail. Wayne’s breaking down in this quiet, demure sort of way. It nauseates him. His body wound tight, gently curled into himself like he’s being scolded. Eyes so big they take up more than half of his face. Spilling snot and tears into his facial hair. Eddie takes his right hand between his own as soon as he’s close enough. He sits down, too close and too warm, not giving them a chance to drift. “What happened?” Eddie says softly, “you were bright as day when I left a couple hours ago.”

current WIP title - "wayne grieving"

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“Can I make you some food?” Eddie nods. “Yeah…yeah, thank you. Do you need any help?” Steve tosses him a soft smile. “No, baby. Just keep talking to me, your conversation is all I need.”

current WIP title - "eddie recover wg"

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄 E

“Exactly what I said. I don’t love you the way I used to. Something’s missing. Or something left. Or something died—I don’t know.” And Steve had held his knees tighter, ramrod straight to the couch, unblinking. “But we made plans? I picked up the tile to redo the bathroom? And I rented our favorite movie and”— “Don’t do this”—which Steve felt like Eddie had no room in the universe to say something like that—“please don’t make me regret my decision.” He’s not sure what Eddie would regret in that moment. Leaving? Being honest? Or was it the falling out of love part? Steve didn’t ask. He bit his tongue and he didn’t blink and he just stayed still. “I’m packed up,” Eddie had said, “I’m moving back to Wayne’s. There’s…um…there’s a pint of ice cream in the freezer for you. I didn’t know what the other person was supposed to do afterwards, I guess, so I just went with the rom-com cliche. It’s that brownie batter one, though, your favorite.” And then he had left. Two suitcases in hand. His engagement band on the coffee table. Where it still sits. Black and shiny and unmoored by the tangible grief written across Steve’s existence.

current WIP title - "lavender marriage stobin"

🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄 P

Proteins and carbs and extra little things he could toss together—something, they had said, he needs to be doing something to get back on track. To get away from a precipice he isn’t strong enough to climb back up. One wrong step, one misplaced foot— He sighs, weakening into himself for a moment.

current WIP title - "eddie recover wg"

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Steve: I just need time to think. I found some stuff that’s making me rethink a lot of moments in my life, I guess. Steve: That sounds serious and bad. I promise it’s not. I’m just confused on some things, but I don’t think you’ll be able to help me on this stuff now. You won’t be able to connect with it the way we talk about girls. Robin: okay, dingus Robin: I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready Robin: and if nothing comes from you’re thinking, then that’s okay, too. It’s okay to be confused and then not come to any conclusions.

current WIP title - "text fic pt2"

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Okay, oh my god, that was a lot tougher of a word than I thought it'd be! Also...there's definitely a couple of these that I completely and utterly forgot about...looking at the Wayne Grieving fic and the Lavender Marriage Stobin fic! But, hey! They're alive right here, right now!

Gonna tag some people now! No pressure!

Your word is: UNPLEASANT

(that's got some oddball letters in it...maybe it'll make for some fun?)

No pressure tags:

@alwaysurvalentine @adverbally @queenie-ofthe-void @sidekick-hero @hotluncheddie

@scoops-aboy86 @marvel-ous-m @thefreakandthehair and a tagback @wheneverfeasible

[accio-victuuri]

June CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

• Children’s Day candies

• similar we11done pants - i personally love seeing them in same style clothing, especially if it’s as unique as this.

• LOZ preview candies: having the same braincell playing w/ an abacus & the ok gesture reappears

• i can’t link it here because the posts are locked over at weibo, but someone on douyin commented they saw wyb on set of LOZ. but then later on said that they were mistaken. hmmm. you can take it as it is, that this person said something he shouldn’t have. or that he retracted his statement to prevent any problems or rumors. as with these things anyway, we will know as time goes by and as we see clues here and there. i’m just archiving this incident here for future use.

• Beijing same city 6/5 to 6/7 before wyb flew abroad for the french open.

• 6/6 XZ chongqing photos candies 📷

• WYB and the innocence of the little prince

• Look at them and their hats and long hair!

• french embassy paying attention to THEM!

• GG spotted wearing green tod’s shoes! and it looks like they purposely matched their airport fits 😭😭

• XZ’s dragonboat festival photos

• 6/11 xz and wyb together on the hot search

• The similarity in their ELLE magazine previews. you can say that it’s the editing from the same magazine publication that’s why this happened but it’s so uncanny!!!!

• weibo opening screen of their movies winning at weibo movie night!!!!

• August issue of MOVIE STAR magazine featuring them for CQL 5th anniversary!!!!

• venchi chocolate

• new apple watch after spending time in beijing

• rolex daytona paul newman 6263

• XZS chongqing vlog: stone island wardrobe, suitcase, ipad and same city (shanghai) - what i didn’t include here about the suitcase is that, i like the cpn of wyb bringing home stuff that xz’s parents ( in chongqing where he came from before shanghai ) has asked him to give yibo. it may be food items and other things and it makes sense that yibo is the one to take it back.

• 6/16 xiao zhan weibo posts a 🐽 and them posting so close to each other & some more clowning about a sus necklace, 18:23 and venus - i swear! this made me lose my mind! xz is so loud 🗣️🗣️🗣️on yibo’s end we got him imitating the family picture

and i forgot to add the betty boop that looked like she’s wearing luffy’s outfit!

• 6/17 zsww fake rumor

• a cpn compilation about the pig 🐽

• Loewe candies + them being in europe at the same time for 622

• going back to Beijing the same day 6/23!

• rufeng posts new audio snippet where wyb implies he is not jealous of wwx and wq

• them being number 1 for the respective weeks their new endorsements were announced. king behavior!

• tod’s x loewe business photo shoot looks! it’s matching!

• another example of ybo and xzs similarity ( yibo moment )

• the bonus content this month is a tarot card reading done for the boys. if you’ve been following me for some time you’ll know that this is my guilty pleasure when it comes to them. i understand it’s out there so feel free to skip. here is the original video. i will just share here the interesting part that made cpfs 👀.

reading was made 6/19 and people were asking about if whether they will go to europe together. the person said that it’s within the month and not a two person trip cause they will have people with them. and that they have been preparing for this. a section also explained how their state is, that it’s treating one like a husband and they will stay sweet forever. also how the two will remain “hot” or popular. and— that they will sign a contract to put themselves in equal footing which is not limited to a marriage certificate etc.

a part of it too which was asked is how wyb’s relationship is with his dad + i guess how he is taking the romance between him and xz plus other things ( probably ) idk how cpfs thought of asking this. i’m not implying anything okay? the question was “Has the father’s attitude softened?” OP said that wyb has not returned home during this period and him & his father is always separated by by geographical distance. there is no time to sit down and talk with his father so the final result is still a deadlock.But they have to talk and wyb needs to take the initiative to speak to his father.

• adding this here cause it’s blowing my mind how much they look alike recently. like this airport video of xz. i mean. he even move kinda like wyb. LIKE…WHAT…..

-END. See you next month!

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[leftoverbriocheloaf]

tell me about poe family squared :D

Your wish is my command 🫡🫡🫡

Ok long yap warning but this is a soulmate au I've been writing (with both platonic and romantic soulmates) where as long as you and your soulmate are asleep at the same time, you can appear in each others' dreams ig? The downside is that no one can remember their dreams, so they don't know if they actually have soulmates until they meet and have some kind of skin contact (can be deliberate, or just accidentally bumping into someone, and some abilities count as physical touch and some don't) at which time they get all of their memories with that one person. The idea was that even if you meet your soulmates later in life, you'll still have a lot of memories with them and you won't feel like you've missed anything? There are also some in-dream rules, like you can't talk about (or really think about) other soulmates in the dream so no one gets "spoiled" by meeting one soulmate (like if person a tells their soulmate (person b) about their other soulmates and meets person b first, person a would know their other soulmates bc they got their memories, and that's not allowed)

But once you meet a soulmate in person, you can talk about them with your other soulmates (unless you share a soulmate with them (which would mean you know they share a soulmate with you, but they don't know, and you can't say))

Anyway you only meet your soulmates for the first time when one (or both) person/people need comfort and are already sleeping at the same time, so things like timezones can be tricky (for example, poe and ranpo don't meet until the death of ranpo's parents bc ranpo falls asleep mid-funeral (i.e. during the day) which is when poe would normally be asleep, which is how they meet)

But the actual plot is that Poe and Akutagawa are platonic soulmates, and they meet six years before canon (after poe refuses to take Ranpo's hand during the competition and accidentally postpones their own meeting by a few years bc neither of them have the right memories and poe still thinks he hates ranpo to his very core) and just before Akutagawa meets Dazai and all his friends like. die

(Btw dream ranpo finds it very funny that real world poe is trying to kill him, and dream poe is just embarrassed)

Poe winds up bumping into Akutagawa, they both get their memories (which are mostly akutagawa slowly opening up to poe like a disgruntled cat over the course of 2 years) and poe gets him, gin, and the other 5 orphans out of the forest (unfortunately this means I actually have to write five more characters from scratch, but whatever lmfao)

Here's a snippet, and sorry for the massive lore dump I had to give info alskdaldjs

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Edgar knows he’s being watched the moment he wakes up, so it isn’t as startling as it could be to see Ryuunosuke staring at him from across the living room floor, silent and still. The moon is still high in the sky, so it’s probably somewhere around two in the morning, and Edgar can only sigh before sitting up against the arm of the couch.

“Do you need something?” he asks, and Ryuunosuke only stares back at him. His back hurts, but sleeping on the couch tends to do that. “Blankets?”

At that, Ryuunosuke murmurs, “Need to keep watch.”

Ah. Edgar pointedly does not sigh at that, because it does make sense. Of course he wouldn't trust Edgar that easily. He has to admit, getting two years' worth of memories in an instant is more jarring than people say it is.

Unfortunately, Ryuunosuke is also a child, which means he needs sleep.

Slowly, giving himself time to stretch, Edgar stands. He sees Ryuunosuke tense, standing to follow as Edgar makes his way to the one supply closet he'd bothered to fill. He takes two blankets—the boy seems like he gets cold easily—even if he’s not entirely sure why his sponsor had left them in the first place.

Shrugging off the thought, Edgar makes his way back to the couch, tossing the blankets onto the further end and picking up the book on his nightstand.

“At least sit on the couch,” he says, flipping through the pages and trying to remember where he’d left off. (Karl always runs off with his bookmarks.)

Out of the corner of his eye, Edgar sees Ryuunosuke step towards the couch, glaring at the blankets sprawled across the seat as though they’d personally offended him. Still, glancing back at Edgar suspiciously, he sits, lifting the blankets just enough to cover his legs. Edgar keeps reading, letting Ryuunosuke stare at him even if it’s more than a bit awkward. They’re silent for about ten minutes before he asks the question Edgar knows has been burning on his tongue for hours.

“Why?”

Edgar closes the book, keeping his thumb in between the pages. “Why not?”

The boy scoffs, looking towards the window, and then his glare is back on Edgar, “We don’t need you. We’re fine on our own.”

“I could take you back,” Edgar offers, and Ryuunosuke freezes. Quickly, he tries again, “That’s not a threat. It’s genuine. I’d rather not have any of you feel like I’m keeping you hostage—while I’m not keen on sending children off on their own, I’ll take you back if you really want to.”

“We’re not kids,” Ryuunosuke hisses, making Edgar frown.

“You’re like– a freshman at best. Thirteen?”

“Fourteen.”

“Fourteen,” Edgar sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Fourteen is a weird age. You’re not quite a teenager, even though you’ve technically been one for a year, but not really a kid either. He certainly wouldn’t want to be fourteen again. He pivots, “Do you want to use your ability on me?”

There’s a brief silence, and Ryuunosuke stares at him like he’s an idiot. Rude. “You want me to stab you?”

“No,” Edgar rolls his eyes, even if Ryuunosuke can’t see them past his fringe. “Your ability is good for more than stabbing, isn’t it? You were using it to hold onto Gin before.”

Ryuunosuke narrows his eyes, “And why would I do that?”

Edgar could explain that doing so would give Ryuunosuke some semblance of control, make him relax a bit, and maybe let him fall asleep if he knew Edgar literally couldn’t go anywhere, but he’s fairly certain a response like that would just make things worse. Instead, he shrugs. “You don’t have to. Just a suggestion.”

He seems to take it at that, to Edgar’s surprise, “Why do you cover your face?”

“My eyes are sensitive to light,” Edgar responds easily, “But you know that.”

“I should use that against you,” Ryuunosuke says, clearly intending to sound threatening but only succeeding in making Edgar grin. 

“Sure. Do you remember that I’m also afraid of heights and I don’t do well in crowded places?”

“Do not make fun of me,” Ryuunosuke hisses.

“Think of it as a peace offering,” Edgar tilts his head. It’s weird having a conversation without Karl on his shoulders (and a conversation that he’s pretty sure they’ve already had at that), but he’s pretty sure the other kids trapped Karl in Edgar’s room with them when they went to sleep. Still, talking to kids has always been easier than talking to adults. Open hostility he can deal with—silent judgement not so much. “You can use that against me if you need to.”

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Anyway they eventually go back to america and they all join the Guild together aslkjadlj so Fitzgerald shows up intending to recruit Edgar and gets seven overprotective teenagers as a bonus (akutagawa is particularly interested in poe's revenge plot, and the kids all try to help poe with his novel lmao)

Idk this all spawned bc I realized akutagawa met dazai at the same time poe lost the competition and I was like....... well. details are subject to change but this is what im planning on so far

(@spaceace00 ik you also asked about this so I'm probably going include more character info in your ask I promise I didn't forget you <333)

[arc852]

It's been a while since I've shared an AU but I have a lot of thoughts about Skizz and Joel joining hermitcraft and I've decided to turn it into G/t.

So basically, Skizz and Joel are joining hermitcraft but something goes wrong. Everyone is starting in a circle for the start of the season but their two newest memebers are nowhere to be seen. Everyone is confused and more than a bit worried when messaging them yields no results.

Meanwhile, Skizz and Joel wake up in a field, only a few inches tall and with no memory except their names and a vague sense of familiarity towards each other.

Because of their memory loss, they reasonably assume they have always been that size and decide to set up a small base in a tree and try to avoid the giants of the server at all costs.

Of course, eventually they get found and caught and a lot of misunderstandings come about it. Because even though these people feel familiar, it's hard for both Skizz and Joel (mostly Joel) to believe they are telling the truth.

Have a little snippet of something I wrote for this! This takes place after Skizz and Joel are caught a second time. (Also, they refer to themselves as borrowers because that is what they believe they are).

 Joel held out his sword and as the giant hand came toward him he slashed at it, sending it reeling back. “Ow! Joel!”

 Before Joel could react again, Grian’s other hand came at him and knocked him over, holding him down against the dirt. Joel felt the wind get knocked out of him for a brief moment before he struggled to try and get away.

 “Grian! Stop, you’re going to hurt him!” Joel heard Gem cry as Joel realized he wasn’t able to get his hands or sword free.

 “It’s fine Gem, it’s not like I’m using my full strength.” Grian answered back and Joel froze in his struggle. Realization crashing down on him that, yeah, this wasn’t even close to the giant’s full strength. It was probably barely even any sort of strength to the giant. And yet, Joel couldn’t free himself, because even when the giant was barely using any of his strength, Joel was nothing against him.

 He deflated, knowing he was trapped. Knowing he was caught once again.

 “Are you done?” Grian asked from above. Joel didn’t dignify him with an answer but he felt the hand around him curl in on him anyway and soon he was being held in a fist and lifted high into the air. He gave a half attempt to try and pull out the arm holding his sword but it was still trapped within the grip.

 Joel tried to look at anything but the giants surrounding him, finally noticing that Skizz also seemed to have gotten caught. Though instead of being held in a fist like him, Skizz was being cradled between two hands by Impulse. The two borrowers shared a look, with Skizz looking sympathetic towards the situation Joel had found himself in. 

 “We really are just trying to help you. And Skizz.” Grian tried but Joel didn’t want to listen.

[numptypylon]

👀

Fluffy cottage cuddles fare for you ❤️

From the still unfinished Home Free sequel, Where the Heart Is, wherein they agree cards on the table about all the dumb shit they during their two-year-slowburn. I’ll try to share FLUFFY snippets for this ask game, it’s that time of year.

Cottage cuddles tldr; rayllum were hopelessly pining cottage-mates in modern day Scotland, and finally got together a few days before this snippet takes place

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“Your jammie pants,” Callum chuckled, stroking her knee through the soft, moon-patterned material. “I forgot about those.”

“They’re yours?” Rayla said, confused. “What about them?”

“Well… that they’re yours. I… bought them for you. I saw them at a store, and thought you’d really like them-“

“I do like them!”

“Oh, I know! Anyway, of course I… couldn’t just buy you jammies? You can’t buy stuff from the underwear-slash-homewear section for your platonic housemate that you’re madly in love with, that’d be weird-“

“And buying them for yourself and encouraging my continual theft of them is less weird?”

“It made sense in my head! I thought you might be uncomfortable if I randomly bought you stuff I got from right next to all the lacy bras and panties.”

“Dummy, they’re moon-patterned jammie bottoms, they don’t become sexy from proximity to lingerie!”

“They’re a little sexy though,” he laughed. “Maybe even a lot. But I think it’s from proximity to you, because I also think your three wolves howling at the moon t-shirt is sexy. And your galaxy-snuggie. And your tesco 3-pack cotton undies.”

"You're a man of strange tastes and stranger leaps of logic. That, or a genius. Your plan did work, I'm wearing the damn things, I can't claim otherwise."

“It worked so well. I barely even had to try and they were basically yours, in a few months’ time.”

“I liked… thinking of them as yours though. When I was wearing them. I think that was why it worked so well."

"Damn, Rayla, have mercy! They're already sexy enough!"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for headcanoning deadnames for trans characters for symbolism purposes?

im a trans guy (minor if it matters) who's been a fan of this one show for a little over a year. none of the characters are canonically trans, but there's a lot of trans allegories to be drawn from the material if you're me or my mutuals at least. the two main characters are both male and i ended up developing an au where they're both explicitly transmasc as a way for me to just explore trans themes in an alternate narrative. i haven't begun writing it yet but definitely plan to once i feel like it's solidly locked in my brain, and i've been sharing snippets & concepts every so often.

part of this was thinking of how they would've chosen their current names, and name symbolism got me considering what they would've changed them away from as well. one character i thought could've initially been named after his mother so i can draw contrasts between the two, and the name i decided on for her has a meaning that highlights her relationship with her father (and the character's relationship with his father in turn); it's also the name of the character's daughter figure in the show. a lot of the other main character's backstory kind of revolves around his dead sister, so i thought by making his deadname that sister's name then i could turn that into an allegory about transness and childhood and sibling death (and sororicide but we don't have time to unpack all that). i don't plan on ever explicitly referring to the characters by their deadname in the narration, except maybe in an ironic tone, but i think it would be cool to sort of sprinkle in references as subtext to just give the readers something more to chew on.

the thing is i've seen posts around talking about how nice it is to make trans characters/headcanons without once considering their deadnames, or how weird it is for people to consider them, and i definitely agree with the sentiment; one of the biggest goals for many trans people is for their past selves to be completely irrelevant, and i feel a bit guilty for perpetuating something so painful for the general community.

but i still don't think i'm an asshole in any way since these are literally just characters and obviously i'm not going around talking about real people's deadnames or anything. i just don't want to make people uncomfortable/trigger dysphoria if they find someone talking about deadnames for a trans charactsr they're attached to (i've definitely had that happen myself when reading trans fics, enough that i had to stop reading, and i don't know how you'd even tag for something like that). if the general gut reaction to this ask is negative then i'll probably consider just not talking about the deadnames unless someone asks about it, since they're not crucial to the plot at all, just some uhh not so fun tidbits.

anyway sorry this is so long for something i feel like might be a non-issue that i'm overthinking. if you somehow guessed the fandom have a chocolate 🫀 if you're one of my few mutuals who knows who i am from the details of the au then um pretend you didnt see this post.

What are these acronyms?

[unboundndd]

Hi everyone >:3

The Yone lover anon is here again!!!

OMG PARANOIA IS SO AGKSHSKABSHSHJSJSKS *convulses*

I have been analyzing every detail of the video clip and I have seen the statuses and tweets from the official platforms, it is always a pleasure to see our favorite swordsman interact <3

Well, getting to the point, I have already asked for this request but I wanted to see your execution cause, wow girl, I love your writing, it is exquisite :')

The request is this: Maybe a Yone x fangirl!reader?

Buuut, but but!! That their first face-to-face meeting was a surprise, I explain, she and Yone had met on Discord and had been interacting a little, when the two agreed to meet then she gets a BIG surprise, I hope I make myself understood

Sorry for the amount of text, I have expanded here

Anyway, I hope you take care of yourself and enjoy the new content that is coming out as much as I do

-🍄

Omg hi 🍄 anon!! ♡ Thank you so so much for your very inspirational Yone musings, I hope that me spacing out on the wordlbuilding a bit will not influence the pure fangirling that is going on in our heads!

In this universe Yone strikes me as someone who actually knows a lot about technology and i'm sorry... he produces music for rythm games. And yes he does those extremely complicated and highly detailed songs that are like the hardest charts in the game.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Yone's career as a producer and DJ has not been the easiest one, the genres that fascinated him the most were usually not appreciated by a wider audience. The busy notes of electronic samples overlapping one another weren't designed to appaise the need for easy listening music in convenience stores or to climb the charts by becoming viral on social media, in fact the most recognition Yone's music had gotten before heartsteel was in the small niche of rythm game players.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- It was never the big game developers that contacted him, they had collaborations with world renouned producers and famous idols that voiced their characters. On the other hand smaller studios would often ask him to make one or two tracks for their games, which Yone would gladly accept to do. Despite the limited reach the producer was still proud of his work, always buying a copy of the games where his music appeared and keeping in touch with the communities that formed around them with a discord account that would't reveal who he really was.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You were just a casual player of one of those games, sometimes coming into its dedicated discord servers to chat with like minded people. When people asked you about your favorite songs in the game you would most likely reply with one of the songs Yone produced, often going into detail about what made them resonate with you so much and what made them so unique in your opinion.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Under the guise of anonymity Yone would sometimes join the conversation, asking questions and indirectly getting some feedback from you, even finding it helpful with his writer's block sometimes. It was enough for the man to send you a DM to discuss more of your shared music tastes, hoping you'd reply.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Your discussions quickly settled into a developing friendship, you knew the man had an extensive knowledge in music theory as he would sometimes ramble about it with you and he also told you that because of a new job offer he would become more and more busy as time went on. You'd still keep recommending songs to each other but the conversations would be less and less, you missed your friend but you knew that his work was more important than chatting about music.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- That was until Heartsteel's debut was announced with a small teaser, showing all the members and a small snippet of their new single. You immediately recognized the familiar electronic sound of the songs that made you and Yone bond in the first place, the nostalgic feeling making you smile. You decided to send a link of the teaser to him, asking for thoughts and sharing the hype about the new band.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Yone had never felt so guilty yet glad that he never revealed that he had produced those rythm game songs to you. You were so familiar with his style that you spotted it immediately, you could've uncovered that he was actually part of the band! He tried to stop himself from asking more of what you thought of the members, thought of him, but quickly surrendered to the fact that hearing you gush about how much you liked his music gave him even more reasons to keep going.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- When he asked who your favorite member was he almost spit water on his midi keyboard, causing Aphelios to turn around to see if he was alright. Yone composed himelf quickly, yet the message you wrote kept resonating in his mind. "Oh I'm totally in love with Yone, looking at him and his interactions on twitter he sounds like a bit of a band mom and I find it really endearing! He looks like a really calm person who surrounds himself with a ton of unhinged friends! Too bad he hasn't revealed his voice yet! "

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- Of course all of this didn't go past Aphelios, Kayn, Sett, K'Sante and even Alune. They realized he was spending more time than normal on his phone, reading your thoughts on the new promotional materials that were being posted. Kayn was the one who confronted him first and could not stop laughing when he realized Yone had started to develop some feelings for you, scrolling trough the messages the younger man could also see that you were starting to feel the same way for him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- As much as the Kayn was amused at the absurdity of Yone falling for his online friend turned fangirl, he alsoknew he had to help his fellow bandmate, barging into the common room to tell everyone what was going on and fill Ezreal in as he was oblivous to the whole ordeal. It took all of them a good half hour to concoct a plan to make a meeting between you and Yone happen, then another half hour was needed to convince the producer that this was indeed a good idea and that you would not take it as badly as he imagined.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- When Yone said he wanted to voice chat with you out of the blue you were a bit confused but excited. You were happy to hear his voice after one year of being friends and made sure to reserve a few hours just for him, as you went about your day your mind started to wander a bit about what it would sound like and if your conversations would flow just as smoothly as they did via text.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You were starting to feel a bit nervous when you picked up the call, timidly muttering a "hello?" and waiting for any sort of reply. "Oh Hello, it's nice to finally be able to associate a voice to the person." You could not help but squeal a little on the inside, who would have known that his voice sounded so rich and felt so mature? The two of you talked for a while about how long overdue your call was and how time had flown since you first met, it truly didn't feel like your first conversation at all.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You finally gave into the curiosity and asked him if there was any particular reason for Yone to have wanted to voice chat now and his reply almost left you speechless. "So... I'm know that you're very excited about the debut of Heartsteel, one of my coworkers managed to get two VIP tickets and backstage access. The thing is that the person they bought the other ticket for cancelled last minute and they gave it to me." A carefully crafted lie exited Yone's lips, all to give you an excuse to go meet him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy for how lucky your friend was but you wanted to be supportive and expressed your joy for him and how excited he must have been. "Wait, you've got it all wrong. I wasn't planning on keeping the ticket." You froze for a second, all sorts of possibilities racing trough your mind. Then you heard it the notification of a discord message from Yone, he had just sent you the ticket. "Wait... so you want me to go?" You heard him chuckle as you were slowly realizing what this would imply, your heart couldn't race more than this. "You deserve to go and see them, you've kept an eye on them for a long time now. I don't want to impose it onto you so think about it for a while and let me know, will you?" Useless to say that you spent a very long amount of time asking him if he was sure about it and then thanking him profusely, this truly was one of your dreams come true.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- During the day of the debut concert the Heartsteel's members grand plan was put into motion: security was well aware that as soon as your ticket number was checked in they would have been able to identify you. Security notified their manager Alune and gave her a detailed description of your looks, she too felt happy about what was going on in Yone's life and told him and the other boys to concentrate on the performance while she took care of things in the background and made sure to give you and the producer ample time to talk.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You had the time of your life at the concert, seeing how much energy and stage presence Heartsteel had in real life made their music video pale in comparison. The stage felt electric and once it was over you couldn't help but feel dizzy and overloaded but also oh so happy, seeing Yone and Aphelios playing alongside the other members was the highlight of the concert for you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- So many things were going to your mind when you were queued up for the small meet and greet that was beeing held backstage, you were one of the last people and when it was your turn you couldn't help but feel like Sett, Kayn and Ezreal were all treating you like they somehow knew you already... and they were all hiding something. You felt their gazes following you as you finally approached Yone and even he looked like something was amiss.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You tried to ignore the feeling, you were about to meet the artist that managed to capture your attention so easily and always kept you wanting for more. You would not let this special occasion be ruined by your gut feeling! You took a few steps and prepared to greet him, hopefully having enough time to tell him how good his performance was and how much you enjoyed rooting for his success. Before you could even say a word he anticipated you and for a second you thought you had misheard everything he said.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- "Wait... how do you know my discord username?" You heard a few of Heartsteel's members chuckle, you did not realize how quiet the room had become as you were the last of their fans there, the laughter was interrupted by Yone speaking again. "Cut her some slack everyone, it's normal for her to be confused right now." Yone could see your eyes widen in realization you recognized his voice, he was your online friend! The one who would always listen to your rambles about the latest chart topping songs and give you his insight on what would make them so popular, the man who somehow knew your taste better than you at this point and was able to always give you spot on recommendations... ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- The grounding touch of his hand on your shoulder snapped you back into reality, you blinked at him in disbelief and confusion... and then realized about how much you fangirled about him while being unaware of who you were talking to. "There must be many questions running trough your head right now and I don't blame you if you're angry at me for never revealing who I really was. If I hadn't been under such a strict NDA at the time maybe things could have been different..." ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·- You gave the man a reassuring smile, you understood why he did what he did and suddenly him asking you what you thought of all the new trailers and promotional materials made sense. You were kind of honored to have been able to give feedback -although unknowingly- to a talented artist such as him. "Maybe I could clear some things up for you over dinner... I was too nervous to eat anything before the concert." You gave him a quick nod and he motioned you to follow him, you saw him gather his laptop and headphones and haistly put them in a sleek looking backpack and then taking out the keys to his car. The rest of your time spent backstage was a blur, his hand around your back was swiftly guiding you through the various areas and muttering to security guards that you were with him if they happened to enquire about you. Once in his car he could finally drop the persona and relax a bit more, the Yone you had met online was starting to show himself more and more. "Do you have any particular preferences for food?" He asked while making his way through the still packed streets of the city. "Mmh... I think I'll leave the choice to you, after all you just performend in front of thousands of people on an empty stomach." You replied, smiling at how kind he was being to you even though he must have been starving for hours. "Fine, I saw a ramen small ramen place on my way here before the concert. It will give us enough privacy for me to finally make things up to you."

[sorion]

Okay, so I'm doing something I wouldn't normally do and share the opening of my next fic. (I just thought the scene ended on such a funny note 🤣)

There's a new character (based on a prompt by Stargirl40 on AO3), and I haven't decided on her colouring, so that might yet change. The snippet is also unedited, and this will be a series of three stories.

Have fun 😽

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“Well, this is unexpected.”

Unexpected was one way of putting it, even though it wasn’t entirely unexpected for Edwin, who spoke the words.

“Oh, not another one.” That was Charles.

“Charming,” said the detectives’ guest who had claimed Edwin’s desk chair and was waiting for them, her mesmerising bright green eyes sharp. They also had slit pupils.

Crystal and Niko merely exchanged an eloquent look, but the look said the same thing that both Edwin and Charles were thinking.

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Edwin said and took one step forward with a polite tilt of his head. “My colleague has a very fixed opinion of your… cousin?”

The guest grinned, pleased. “My favourite cousin,” she specified.

“That doesn’t spell trouble at all,” Charles muttered sarcastically.

Edwin loudly and pointedly cleared his throat and approached his desk. “Your Majesty, if you could please move to a seat intended for our clients.” When she didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow. “I expect that is what you are in this context.”

She sighed deeply but stood, sauntered around the desk, and demonstratively dropped into one of the two chairs in front of the desk, then she looked over her shoulder, grinning specifically at Edwin.

“I can see why he likes you.”

Edwin bit back a grin that was too wide for the occasion, but he didn’t quite manage to not return her cheeky look. Instead he went to his now free seat, sat and watched Charles, Crystal, and Niko find their seats with a routine that had developed in the past months since Niko had been returned to them: Crystal picked up a notebook and sat on the couch, Niko chose the chair next to their guest as a sympathetic presence (which had often worked before), and Charles sat on the windowsill (which had become is customary spot after a very intense discussion with Edwin that had circled around the decorum or lack thereof of sitting on the desk).

“Now,” Edwin said, pleased with the setup, and put his folded hands on the desk. “Your Majesty, as I understand it, you have emerged victorious from a recent power shift in London. Is that correct?”

“How do you know about that?” Charles wanted to know.

Edwin smugly ignored the comment and sent the client a prompting look.

“That is correct,” she confirmed.

“And you wouldn’t expect us to interfere in such struggles anyway, so, how can we help?”

For the first time, the client looked uncomfortable and shifted in her seat.

“There will be a crowning ceremony in a few days…”

“Full moon?” Edwin asked for clarification, already taking notes.

“Of course.”

“And?”

She paused again, averting her eyes. “There has been… activity. Not related to my dominion but to the detriment thereof.”

Niko leaned closer. “Threatening activity?” she asked, her warm voice doing its magic, and the client returned her look, straightened, and looked at Edwin again.

“Yes, threatening is right. I have managed so far to protect my subjects, but whoever – or whatever – it is is getting stronger, and I have not yet been crowned.”

“Which means,” Edwin completed, “you may have the power but not the, uh, clearance, so to speak.”

Crystal frowned. “Your cousin never gave the impression that he is interested in clearance.”

The client’s jaw locked. “It’s not that simple,” was all she was willing to admit.

Edwin tactfully didn’t voice his thoughts (and knowledge) on that particular matter.

“And whoever is after you for whatever reason is likely to grow stronger until the full moon as well.”

The client bit her lips, still annoyed. “So it would appear. I don’t suppose I have to explain to someone as prolific as yourself and your team what would happen should I be killed and the throne remain unclaimed.”

“No,” Edwin said, though he was quite sure that he would have to explain some things to the others later.

“And you are certain that it is not another cat monarch that is angling for a power grab? Because, as I said, we cannot be involved in such matters.”

“And I wouldn’t ask you to,” the client said, sounding insulted. “I can take care of my territory and my subjects, and I have already taken care of the rivals who were… in the running.”

Edwin raised an eyebrow. “You have also taken care of your predecessor,” he pointed out.

“Yes, well, he needed taking care of.”

Edwin smiled benignly. “We may not get involved, but I have noticed his… dedication to his responsibilities dwindling of late.”

“The lazy fucker didn’t take care of my cats!” the client spat.

“Not to imply anything,” Charles spoke up, “but what would happen if you are not crowned by the full moon?”

The client glared at him so scathingly that Edwin quickly intervened. The last thing they needed was Charles pissing off another cat monarch.

“The Cat Queen is more than a ruler,” he said quickly. “Cats are inherently magical; some can move between realms or planes, others are naturally amplifying magic by their mere presence. They are a… power network, for lack of a better word, but I have the feeling that whoever is trying to prevent the coronation from happening is after just that. The network would be out of control and with it much of the magical energy in the city, never mind what would happen to all of Her Majesty’s subjects. Full moon is the deadline.”

“That… doesn’t sound good,” Charles agreed.

“No,” the designated Cat Queen of London said smugly and sought out Charles’ eyes with her disconcerting green ones. “I have taken over from my predecessor and disposed of the competition. Their power is already mine.”

“We can’t have the city unravel like that,” Edwin stated firmly. “And we have four days.”

Crystal leaned forward in her seat. “Did your favourite cousin tell you to come to us?”

The Queen smirked at her. “He may have mentioned the Dead Boy Detective Agency before, but I have been in this city since long before any of you were here, and I know it well. I didn’t need the pointer.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Admittedly, his glowing recommendation helped with the decision to come to you. Asking for help is not in my nature.” She shared a look with Edwin that seemed to express something, but none of the others caught what it was.

“You will be well compensated, of course.”

“Of course,” Edwin said. “But, to be frank, we can’t afford not to take this case. The consequences would not be in anyone’s interest, certainly not ours. Finding out whose interest it does serve is a top priority.” He nodded decisively and stood.

“The team will briefly discuss our procedure going forward. We will meet you at your dwellings.”

She nodded in agreement.

“I assume you’re taking over your predecessor’s location.”

She smiled coldly. “Of course. Though that is another thing he has let slide.” She nodded once more. “Do not dawdle.”

With that, golden flames wrapped around her, and she disappeared.

“Edwin…” Charles began, hopped off his seat and moved to stand next to Edwin and frown at him accusingly. “You knew there was a Cat King in London? And that there will be a Queen?”

“Yes, well,” Edwin started matter-of-factly, “it seemed prudent to stay informed about the political structures in the city, after our visit to Port Townsend made me aware of previously unnoticed powers at play.”

“Have you met that previous king?” Charles sounded increasingly suspicious.

“Very briefly, and his impending demise was foreseeable.”

“Another frisky fucker?”

Edwin couldn’t hold back a snort. “Hardly. I would go so far as to call him repulsive.”

“Oh, yeah? So’s Whiskers.”

“That is uncalled for,” Edwin replied mildly, disinclined to rise to the bait. “As for the Queen, well, she is quite formidable but has shown no interest in me, and she is not to my tastes. So, there is no need to worry about me. She is just another client.”

Charles mulled that over and had to come to the same conclusion, but one part of him didn’t like it at all. He groaned. “Fine.”

Edwin huffed a little laugh. “And it really wouldn’t do to get on the local Queen’s bad side, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I am going to really hate this,” Charles noted.

“I think she was amazing,” was Niko’s assessment.

“I can’t wait to see where this is going,” was Crystal’s.

Edwin looked just as pleased, and Charles squeezed his eyes shut to hide from the impending doom he could see approach.

[lagunaseca2013]

ok i will biteee may i ask about peccolucabez lesbian triangulation...truly ANYTHING you want to share...i love lesbians i love gender fuckery in fics i love exploring relationship dynamics with three people!!! - @xoxogeorgiegirl

hiiii brooke! okay well lesbian triangulation fic is like. tbh i don’t even quite remember how it started. @valentin1k and i were dming about lesbian peccoluca which turned into roping bez in bc he’s a girl and then we were discussing a version of peccolucabez that involved a terrible bachelorette party. and then i was like what if pecco’s terrible boyfriend found out about peccolucabez bc she [REDACTED]. most of it came to me in visions tbh.

the premise is peccoluca girl best friends only girls in the academy have always been into each other, probably each other’s first everything etc. except pecco internalized homophobia goes crazy. and also there’s bez. bez who’s like. the egg of all time first of all. and also just. their special friend. hard to describe? there’s no specific mechanism to how he became part of them they’ve just always sort of looped him in as one of the girls. lmao.

anyway i don’t actually want to giveaway the main plot points of this bc i always do and it think it would be fun to have a slight element of surprise with this one. what u need to know is that pecco has a long term boyfriend that she’s cognitive dissonancing herself to believe that she’s not cheating on (it doesn’t count……..because they’re girls?) and also an insane religious reawakening (copium) years into their relationship where she tells him that she’s doesn’t think they should have sex anymore until they get married. luca carries around a nice leatherbound journal full of notes and diagrams for their god-friendly threesomes. bez is very happy to be included!

here’s a snippet:

Bez doesn’t know why he’s the exception—Cele thinks it’s because he’s non-threatening, like a dog on the side of the road. I resent that, he says, every time Cele makes the comparison. He doesn’t really think two lesbians letting him hit it raw all the time is comparable, to like, adopting a kicked puppy.

The guys used to make fun of Bez for it, the way he let himself get dragged along into the girls’ insanity. Deep down, he’d always thought they were probably a little jealous. And also, if they knew that he spent ninety percent of the time trapped in Luca’s room getting his makeup done against his will, they’d probably give him less shit for it.

“Shut up, Bez” Luca tells him around the cap of her eyeliner nestled in the right side of her mouth. “You know you love it. And if you keep talking right now I’m gonna fuck your other wing up.” She shifts again, squinting down at his full beat. They’re all ignoring how his dick twitches in his loose boxers, as if it’s his fault that she insists on doing this while straddling him.

Beside them, Pecco hums, sitting up to scrutinize Bez’s makeup as well. “You went a little heavy on the blush, Lu,” she suggests, nuzzling sleepily against Luca’s arm. Bez ignores the pang of longing that shoots through his chest as they kiss lazily above him, his face growing redder at the implication. She hadn’t put any blush on him, he’s just, like, really into this. Luca squirms against him again when it starts to get heated, grinding her clit down against his abs through her thin cotton panties. Pecco pulls away from her lips, breathless, making hazy eye contact with Bez as she snakes a hand up Luca’s oversized shirt.

[ladyknight1512]

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@heartstringsduet created a new tag game and I do love a tag game.

Rules: Talk about something creative you're working on of any kind. 🚦 Green: What is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? Orange: Slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. Red: What is the roadblock currently? What is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

Green

Anyone actively following me will know that I'm currently writing what I've been tagging as the 'vampire hunter Tarlos' fic. As the name suggests, it's about Tarlos, who start out as vampire hunters with the 126, and have been hunting partners for four years. A mission goes wrong when Carlos gets bitten and turns, and TK and Carlos have to go on the run because they know Carlos won't be allowed to live when the 126 finds out he's been turned. It started out as the 'V' one-shot in the In Every Life: Tarlos AU ABCs collection, and that one-shot will now be the prologue for the longer fic.

I love writing this fic. I write every single day, but on work days I don't write until the evening, so I spend all day, every day, thinking about when I'll be able to work on it again.

Orange

I don't want to share anything from the story itself, because I share two snippets a week and sometimes that's hard while also trying to avoid sharing spoilers. So I'll say this instead: I've put a lot of thought into what to lean into in terms of vampire lore, and what to put aside. In my fic, I've gone in hard with making vampires nocturnal creatures: cloudy weather during the day isn't enough. It's created several problems for me in terms of writing, and early on I thought a few times about scrapping that idea, but then I thought, 'These are just problems for TK and Carlos to solve and that's the point'. So I stuck with it. In terms of other vampire lore: a stake to the heart will temporarily kill a vampire but you have to burn the body to make sure the job is finished. Silver burns but silver in the bloodstream will also kill them. Vampires can't enter a permanent dwelling that is actively being lived in without an invitation.

Red

No roadblocks at the moment, but I am at the point where I'm starting to think about how the story will end (not that I'm close to that yet). I have a vague idea about what the lead-up to the end will be, but I don't know yet how it's all going to resolve itself. And that's fine, because I write scene by scene without a plan anyway, and I've always made it work before so I'm not overly worried.

This is an open tag but I'll call out: @paperstorm @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ironheartwriter