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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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complicated // colby brock (pt. 2)

A/N: hilariously when i first drafted this, i was gonna make it a lot meaner/hate fucking like, with a lot of jealousy thrown in. but damnit, bridgerton has foiled my plans again and has really turned me into a lover lol so i made this a little bit softer than originally planned. hope yall like it regardless, and please let me know what you think :) see yall with another fic real soon !

prompt: time has passed since you and sam hooked up, and all seems well. except now… colby is upset with you for some unknown reason. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: SMUT, angst, jealous!colby, possessive!colby, he's still really sweet tho, you guys were out clubbing so... tipsy/drunk sex, mentions of: baby, good girl, darling, cursing, quasi-public sex, could almost get caught, lots of teasing (both sexually and non), mentions of colby having seen you and sam hooking up, sweet ending :)

word count: 3066

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The morning after Sam and I had sex was awkward to say the least.

We both ignored each other, which was easy since Sam and Colby had many calls and business related things to do. And I, being their assistant, had my own tasks at hand for the following week to start.

But when Sam and I were finally able to sit down and talk about it, it went surprisingly well.

We came to two very important conclusions: one, while we had fun, we weren’t going to ever do it again. We cared too much about our friendship to let sex ruin it. Plus the spark really had only been there that night.

And two, we were to never tell Colby.

Everything seemed good for a while. Life got back into the swing of things; Sam and Colby were traveling, I was handling the business side while they were gone. Normal, boring life occurred.

But all the while, I had this strange feeling. Maybe it was due to the fact that Colby had grown cold towards me, almost standoffish. He sometimes would keep to himself, that wasn't unusual; but his demeanor around me became stiff, almost like he was upset at me.

I wanted to confront him, ask him what was wrong, but it never felt like the right time. When the right time finally did come, it was during a couple days stretch where the boys had off. One night when we went out and both came home empty handed, I decided to finally ask him.

His answer was not at all what I was expecting, but in a way it was the one I wanted to hear all along.

I wanted the truth and now I was finally getting it.

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“No way. I cannot believe you used to run away from cops for a living.” Nicole, Sam’s new… friend, said as we walked into Sam and Colby’s house.

A playful look rested on Sam’s face as he nodded. “Yeah, and we did it pretty well.”

“Up until you got arrested.” I chimed in, smirking.

She gasped. “Oh my God, you got arrested? For what?”

“Breaking and entering. And fake ids.” Colby explained.

“Woah woah, the fake ids were just a you charge, Colby.” Sam replied defensively.

“And that was the first and last time Sam and Colby were separated ever again.” I quipped.

Colby turned to look at Sam, a faux-pained expression on his face. “I just can't quit you.”

“Me neither, brother.” Sam sniffled, pretending to hold back tears. The both placed hands on each others' shoulders, giving a tight squeeze.

Nicole glanced back and forth at Sam, Colby, and me, amused. “You guys are so funny. I have been having such a blast all night.”

“I'm happy to entertain you for as long as you'd like.” Sam lowered his voice to an almost sultry tone, moving to her side.

She bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “Maybe you could do that alone? Upstairs, perhaps?"

Sam gave a cheeky look at me and Colby, "I'll see you guys later."

Nicole giggled as she pulled Sam up the stairs, Sam following suit as he whispered something to her and snickered. I peered over at Colby, waiting for Sam's door to shut before speaking. "Well, she seems nice."

“Yeah she's sweet.” Colby agreed, pulling out his phone. He began to walk to the kitchen, and I followed him.

“So... what do you plan to do the rest of the night?” I asked.

He mumbled. “Might order some postmates, then call it a night.”

“Exciting.” I deadpanned, slightly annoyed at him. I changed the subject, thinking that was the cause, “That new club we went to was a lot of fun. The live music was so cool to hear.”

“Yeah it was.” Colby didn't look up, continuing to scroll through his phone.

I sighed, exhausted. “You know, you've been acting this way all night with me.”

“Like what?” He exhaled, finally looking up.

“Short. To the point.” I stated.

He shrugged. “I don't feel like being social.”

I scrunched my face at him, “It was your idea to go out tonight.”

“My social battery ran out really fast then.” Colby blinked, frowning.

“It's not just tonight though. You've been like this for over a week at this point. I thought maybe it was because of work, but....” I trailed off, unsure.

He pursed his lips, “What?”

“You're icing me out. What did I do?” I questioned, stepping towards him.

He moved back, shaking his head. “I don't want to talk about this.”

I followed him. “Well I do. So talk.”

“Okay, if you really want to talk…” He rubbed his eyes for a moment, finally speaking. “Do you have something to tell me?”

My heart stopped. “What?”

He repeated, his eyes icy. “Do you have something to tell me?”

I sucked my teeth, knowing exactly what Colby was referring to. “...I'm gonna kill Sam.”

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, no no. Don't get pissed at the guy that told me what happened.”

I huffed, “We promised each other not to tell you.”

“He folded real quick on that.” Colby crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

I stared up at him, puzzled. “When did he tell you?”

“A couple days after it happened.” He informed.

I groaned, spinning to yell towards the stairs, “He really went behind my back and just flat out told you. What the fuck, Sam?!”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Colby argued.

I turned back, “Oh, c'mon Colby. You know why.”

“No please, do tell. I would love to hear why.” He jeered.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Do you think I want to tell one of my best friends 'hey just so you know, me and your other best friend, who is also my friend, fucked'? Of course not!”

“Why? You shouldn't feel uncomfortable doing that. Since you did it so publicly, in this very room, might I add.” He shot back.

My eyes widened for a second. “He told you we fucked in the kitchen?”

“No. He's too nice for that.” Colby stepped towards me, almost looming over me. “Do you remember a couple months back when we thought someone was trying to break into the house, so we got extra security cameras installed?”

I crossed my arms defensively, “What does that have to do with this?”

“We didn't get the cameras installed just outside the house. We also got some installed in the common areas. One in the living room....” He leaned down, whispering. “And one in the kitchen.”

“You're kidding.” My breath hitched involuntarily.

“Any and every movement that happens in these areas gets recorded. When Sam told me you two fucked, I thought he was joking. But I checked…” His voice fell off, an almost smirk coming to his face.

I stuttered, “Y-You-?”

“You really know how to put on a performance.” Colby spoke condescendingly, staring into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

I scoffed, putting space between us. “Fuck you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You wish.”

I glared, exhaling harshly. “You know, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Really?” He sassed.

“Yeah. Why the fuck do you care if I slept with Sam? You've never cared about who he hooks up with. But you suddenly care when it's me?" I scowled.

“I care who he hooks up with.” He argued.

I placed my hands on my hips, “Name me literally one girl he's gotten with within the last month or two. Any of them.”

“Nicole is upstairs with him now.” He remarked sarcastically.

I narrowed my gaze, “She doesn't count.”

“Sorry I don't memorize all of their names. I don't need to really remember them since I'm not the one sleeping with them.” Colby bickered, turning away from me.

I thought for a moment, a realization appearing in my mind, “Any time I've almost hooked up with someone, you've always been so aggressive towards them afterwards. But now since it was Sam, you're angry with me.”

“I'm upset because you didn't tell me. Instead, you wanted to keep it a secret from me. That's why I'm pissed.” He rebutted, facing me once more.

“But what's the difference between Sam telling you or me telling you? You've known basically since it happened, why are you still holding it against me?” I sneered, “Unless, of course, you're jealous.”

He queried angrily, “Jealous of what, exactly?”

“You're jealous I didn't sleep with you.” I hissed.

He shook his head, his voice faltering. “Give me a break, Y/N.”

“No no, be honest Colby. Why else are you pissed? You found out a week ago, and have held it against me just because I wasn't the one that told you. You found out regardless, so what is there to be pissed about?” I searched his eyes, but he tilted his head away from my glare. “It's none of your fucking business who I sleep with, whether it's Sam, the guy down the street, or a random guy at the club. You're not my boyfriend. I'm allowed to fuck whoever I want to!”

I spun on my heel, but Colby's hand gripped my wrist, spinning me back to him. My eyes locked with his for a brief moment as he grabbed my face, kissing me deeply. I shuddered a breath, taken aback by how passionate the kiss was. Colby wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him, as his other hand pulled on my hair lightly.

“You're right, Y/N. I hate how fucking right you always are.” He nipped at my lips, a low groan leaving his mouth. “Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you with other guys? Seeing them put their hands on you, when that's all I can think about doing?”

“Colby!” I gasped quietly, our mouths meeting again. He pressed me against the counter, the spot feeling eerily similar on my back.

Was this the same spot as-?

“I shouldn't have been a dick to you, I'm sorry. But I will never apologize for wanting you all to myself.” His voice came out in an almost growl, “I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”

My mouth fumbled over my words, my hands gliding up his back. “W-Why didn't you just say that? Why now?”

“Seeing you fuck Sam in here weirdly was the wake up call I needed,” he chuckled bitterly. “I thought that maybe all this time I was just overly protective but no... I am jealous. I don’t want to see you with anyone else ever again.”

Colby's hand lifted up my leg, wrapping it around his waist. He slowly inched his fingers higher and higher until he was under my dress, tickling the lining of my underwear. “Let me show you how badly I want you. Please.”

My knees almost buckled at the sound of his voice. The desperation. I nodded, unable to form words, and his hand slowly slid up more until he pressed his palm against my sex. I squeaked unintentionally, a smirk coming to his face. He rubbed slow circles into my clit, my back arching instantly.

“You're already soaking through your panties... Fuck me.” He grunted.

I bit my lip, “Seeing you jealous is honestly kind of a turn on.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? You like making me jealous? You like me being possessive of you?”

“I like hearing you admit you like me, so if that does the trick…” I trailed off, teasingly.

He pressed harder into my clit, a moan ripping through me when he did. He moved his mouth down, sucking on my neck in time with his movements.

My hands snaked down his torso, touching every muscle on my way to his belt. I clutched the buckle, loosening his belt from his pants. I slipped my hand inside, cupping his growing bulge. He gasped, grinding his cock into my hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck baby, that feels so good.”

My cunt clenched at the sound of his voice, needing him deeply. “Please Colby. Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“I need you too, Y/N.” Colby exhaled harshly, “Spin around for me.”

I glanced at him for a moment, shocked by the hunger in his eyes. I turned around, placing my hands on the counter. The cool surface felt like ice against my hot skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end. I heard a package ripping, Colby sliding a condom on that he grabbed from his wallet. Suddenly his hands were on me, pulling the skirt of my dress up until it rested above my ass. He rolled my panties down, his hands massaging my thighs on their way back up.

“You ready for me?” His voice dripped with an aching need: me.

I breathlessly sighed, “Yes, please.”

He pushed my legs open, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I mewled at the feeling, backing my hips up until my ass hit his crotch. He groaned, his one hand gripping my hip while the other rested on my back.

Slowly he glided his cock inside of me, both of us holding our breaths as he did. I stretched around him, his size bigger than what I was used to. He filled me up more and more, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy. His body relaxed against mine once he was all the way in, a shuddering 'fuck' falling from his lips.

“Move, Colby. God, please!” I begged.

His hand moved around me to cover my mouth jokingly. "Shh, you can't be too loud. Don't want Sam and his girl to know what we're doing."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were lost in their own world and would give no shits about us fucking in here. Colby smirked against my skin, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. His hand drifted back, running through my hair, tugging lightly. His hips began to move in low thrusts. I bit my lip to not moan loudly, but it was so hard. He felt like heaven, and way better than all of my dreams had imagined.

“God, you feel amazing, Y/N.” Colby whispered lightly, “So wet for me.”

I gripped the counter, holding myself into place as he bucked into me. I moved my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust.

His hands cupped my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into them. “You are fucking gorgeous, baby.”

I hummed a moan, my head lulling back. Colby's hand collided with my ass quickly, slapping it. I let out a small shriek, surprised by the impact.

“Colby!” I giggled, looking over my shoulder at him.

He grinned, his dimples appearing briefly. “Can't help it. Wanted to do that for so long.”

“Really? So you've been staring at my ass all this time?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah. Every chance I get.” He raised his eyebrows smugly.

“Perv.” I joked.

Colby laughed, sliding all the way inside of me and stopping. He pressed me against the counter, his hand drifting down and rubbing my clit. “And you're just like me.”

My eyes almost rolled back into my head from the pleasure. “H-how?”

“You're letting me fuck you right in the same spot Sam fucked you in. They could come down any minute and catch us. You want that to happen, don't you?” He grunted, his voice sounding like pure sex.

His fingers on my clit made it hard to think, let alone respond. I stuttered out a curse. His lips were against my ear, “You're mine from now on, you hear me? No one will ever touch you like this again besides me. Say it. Say you're mine.”

“I-I'm yours.” I whimpered.

“Again.” His hips started back up, fucking me harder against the counter than ever before.

“'M yours.” I slurred, my orgasm growing closer and closer.

He slapped my ass again, “Tell me one more time, darling.”

“I'm yours! Fuck Colby, I'm yours!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back.

“That's my good girl! Fuck yourself on my cock. Do it.” Colby demanded.

I bounced on his dick, his fingers still rubbing my clit over and over again. I was panting, unable to hold back any noises that escaped my throat. My hand slid down to his hand on my clit, pressing him more into me. I gripped his wrist, my nails digging in.

“You close baby? You gonna fucking come for me?” He cursed, his thrusts picking up speed.

I cried out, “Pleaseeee Colbyyy, I wanna come!”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, lightly squeezing for a second. He taunted, “Shhh, you can't scream, Y/N. Even though I know you want to."

Colby pounded into me harder, guttural moans and the sounds of our skin slapping together filling the room.

His voice was hoarse, hungry. “I'm close, darling. Ffffuck you feel so good!”

I desperately whined back, white knuckling the counter as my high grew near. "I'm gonna fucking-!"

“That's it, Y/N. Come for me. Soak my cock and come!” Colby thundered.

My body exploded into an orgasm, my vision blurring. I cried out in ecstasy and pleasure, my hips bucking helplessly around his cock. Colby picked up his pace, thrusting into me passionately. His husky groans echoed in my ear as he came. His hands dug into my skin, his fingers curved as he rubbed my clit through my orgasm. I shook against him, my body finally relaxing against the counter as my pleasure subsided a minute later.

He rested his forehead against my back, spreading lazy kisses and licks across my shoulders and neck. I smiled, catching my breath slowly. His hands moved, softly caressing my skin as he stood up. He picked me up off the counter, spinning me back to face him. Resting me back against it, his body still against mine. His eyes scanned my face, taking in every detail.

“Hi.” He whispered sweetly.

I grinned, “Hi.”

“You okay?” He asked, lightly brushing my hair out of my face.

“Never better. You?” I giggled.

“I'm great.” Colby pecked my lips, pausing briefly. “I wasn't kidding when I said all of that, you know."

"I believe you." I breathed.

"So... you're still mine, right?” He murmured.

“Of course." I lowered my gaze bashfully, "And you're mine?”

He nudged my face up, our eyes locking. “Absolutely.”

<< part one ||

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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago

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Riddle watches New Wish - Post #20

Best of Luck

With a title like "Best of Luck," this sounds exactly like an Anti-Fairy episode. I'm intrigued.

I love how Cosmo and Wanda's house can be wherever it needs to be, including inside Hazel's desk.

I wish we would've had that lore in the OG series, because it makes a lot of sense (and makes the concept of riding around with your godkids and sitting in elementary school all day less boring). I think I'm yoinking this for 'fics.

I like how they still have old-fashioned desks in the future. I've never had these desks.

Peri and Dev are together again... Peri's trying his best <3 I like how Dev is a grump. That feels right.

"Peace is boring and lacking in swag." - Dev Dimmadome, 2024

I love him.

I enjoy how that random horse has been here for tons of episodes. It's just silly.

I really like Winn. They have so many happy things to say about life and their friends:

"Pulling out paper, even though you'd used it to defeat your previous 3 opponents?? /smiles and clutches hands to chest while shaking head. "Inspired."

They deserve to be the cool kid everyone likes and wants to befriend. I support it. I hope they have a really nice life and many joys.

Hey, wait a minute! I WAS right about Winn only having freckles on one cheek. I think it just flips sides when they turn.

Peri in his debut: I'm gonna take you from Dev to Dev-ine!! Dev now, on the heels of a massive meltdown: What happened to you 'taking me from Dev to Dev-ine?' I don't FEEL very Dev-ine >:( Peri: :')

I enjoy the detail of Dev pushing his shades back on his nose after throwing his head back and then snapping it forward. They didn't even fall down or reveal his eyes, but it was the correct move for him to do.

I like how every time Dev moves his head, his shades catch the ceiling lights.

Ohhh, when snooty Peri comes out, you've gone too far!

... I was wrong!! Dev just raised his voice and Peri crumpled. I love him.

That music sting, tho...

For some reason, that last one gives me bigger "Oh, that's totally Poof" energy than any other screenshot I've taken? idk why; I don't remember Poof getting angry often.

Hang on- I watch Season 9 a lot. Let me check my usual highlights...

... ah. I don't like what this says about me.

-> omg, his staff is based on his rattle! I didn't even notice that until now!! That's so clever!

There's something really funny about posting this picture right before jumping back into my liveblog.

Anyway, Peri is trying SO hard to explain the rules... He looked like he was about to cry and then he snapped; let's see where this is going.

OHHHH, he's quitting! I knew it~! He can't handle the pressure. He's too baby!!

I cannot believe this man lasted 4.5 months on the job. Every time he showed up, he was upset.

Peri: You know what, Dev? I'm DONE. Dev: Well, I'm done-ER! Peri: I'm the done-EST! Dev: Stick a fork in BOTH OF US, THEN!!!

Neither of them is okay.

And he's got tears down his cheeks... Freakin' GEEZ, Dev! You snapped him like a twig.

I'm glad he's having a hard time adjusting to being a nice person. lol. It really underscores why he's so mean at the start of the series.

The fact that he had no issue taking off his shades after befriending Hazel in "A New Dev-elopment" (even willing to go to school with them off and talk nicely to his teacher that Monday, regardless of the fact that this was his first time in the series doing that and people might've talked about it) gives me the inkling that he probably HAS tried being nice in the past, and he doesn't MIND being nice... until he's hurting, and then his self-defense mechanism is to shut down and wall everyone out.

He WANTS to be "a happy kid." He just keeps getting bit every time he places his trust in someone. Including Hazel (in his POV) since he couldn't move past his "Wait a minute... Did you WISH for us to be friends??" meltdown in spite of the good times that came from that wish.

He tried so hard to see the good in his dad in "Lost and Founder's Day." Even when his dad snapped at him for asking if he could help and told him to go "Eat a lizard."

Even when his dad blatantly used electricity to shock people's brains and Dev very clearly had issues with it. He tried SO HARD to turn it around to "Oh, so you can help kids!!"

He even tried to see the good in Vicky [before she entered the house] when Hazel tried cheering him up with the thought of, "Well yeah, maybe you didn't want a princess cosplayer at your birthday, but she might be a really COOL party princess!"

He just keeps trying and has such high hopes and patience despite getting nipped every time he speaks up and reaches out. That's why he stayed un-miserable for so long before tipping over and getting Peri assigned to him. Tell him how high to jump and he'll do his best without even asking "How high?"

So he took that leap with Hazel. And the floor went out from under him.

I read once that if your natural response is to close off when you're struggling and/or just handle everything yourself even if it's a lot, it indicates your past experiences of reaching out yielded no help, so it's hard to see the point in asking others for help in the future.

I don't have the place I read this on hand and I didn't dive for the sources back then, so take it with a grain of salt, but it's all I've been thinking about while watching Dev in this show.

btw, I had to rewatch part of "Lost and Founder's Day" to grab that screenshot, and it's hilarious to me that even when he's talking to his own son, Dale still introduces himself as "Dale Dimmadome, owner of Dimmadome Global." He's just like his dad.

Okay... Blue smoke? Anti-Fairy time??

OHHHH, it's the man of the hour!! Welcome back, loser!

I love the little shift of him flexing his wing. I like how similar the wing is to the old show (Black with blue markings).

Eric Bauza, is that you?? Score!

Okay, I looked it up to see if that was true and first of all, yes it is, and second, he's also credited as Peri's VA, so I love that! I hadn't bothered to check who Peri's VA was, but that literally makes so much sense; their parents have always shared, so of COURSE they'd share too. That's so smart...

Hm... Can't say I'm the biggest fan of Foop's name changing to Irep and I'm not sure I like his design, but maybe it'll grow on me.

That said, the name change is a really clever way to get Irep to explain the lore of how he's the opposite of Peri without being info-dumpy.

I'm glad he kept his facial hair. And he's got big boy fangs! I miss his F-shaped hair curls, though, or maybe I need a better angle.

Hey, he has a dark jacket like the lab coat I gave him in my high school design. I wasn't far off!

No freckles, but in OG canon, they only really showed up when he flushed, so no surprise. I don't expect to see them, but it would be funny if he did flush and they were still there.

Also, I really like the ultraviolet glow of his crown. That makes so much sense.

Insert joke about how Anti-Fairies used to be invisible to the naked eye until Season 5

... He is actually REALLY cute. He looks a lot like his old self.

Are other Anti-Fairies also going to have square heads? I don't mind Foop having a square one if all his species does, but I'll be a bit surprised if he's the only creature with a cube head.

I think it's funny that they took away Peri's eyelashes when he grew up, but left Irep with one. That feels incredibly right.

I love his unique scruffy eyebrows. That's cute.

Irep, who previously had such a traumatizing experience as a godparent that he spent that episode screaming and crying, his magic souring in a range of colors all the way down to green in one of the only appearances of green magic in the series, and literally almost gave up on life before he gained the courage to lash out at Vicky despite knowing full-well his magic would immediately backlash and torture him for it: "I am once again ready to take responsibility for a mean human."

This only exacerbates my analysis of Peri not being ready for godkids and that's flippin' hilarious.

The nerd finally put on shoes!!

Dev wished for it to be tomorrow, so now it's tomorrow (waning crescent, of course).

No Dev-Irep sleepover? Robbed >:(

??? Obsessed with Hazel walking into school chatting about what she spent her night doing. I love how this means Irep just... yoinked Dev forward in time.

/horse in the hospital voice: I didn't know he could do that.

This episode's set-up & plot is just great in general.

Everyone else has gone to bed and Dev's had no sleep or breakfast. He needs a snack.

Ooh, wait- what? Mace wand!! ... I don't think I'll keep that in my canon, but that's a clever way to parallel Poof's staff. It's funny to me that the posh British boy did not get a staff. He WOULD like bashing people with the mace, huh?

It delights me to see Irep left-handed. He's been a leftie since the day he was born, all through to Season 10 :')

I like how Irep started crying when Dev told him he was "better than Peri." I mean... He's not wrong- that IS literally all Foop-Irep has wanted to hear since the minute he was born.

He is literally the same person he's always been. lol.

"Best of Luck" & "Two and a Half Babies"

I wonder if he's still claustrophobic, because that was, like... his big thing after escaping Abracatraz. I doubt it will come up (and he's much older now), but since he's an antagonist, I assume he has a weakness, and that would be an interesting one to bring back.

-> Actually if I'm remembering right, it was his alternate personality's phobia (Foop vehemently denying it while his alter literally screamed at the top of his lungs and doubled down), which is definitely implyin' somethin' about which of them remembers Abracatraz better. Hmm...

FINALLY! I don't think we ever got to see umbrellas open indoors as a form of bad luck in the OG series. It's one of those tiny questions always floating in the back of my mind, sdklfj.

I like how Dev still went to class. He has rule-breaking magic at his fingertips and this is where he's spending his time.

I guess it's not like he can leave the school; his whole goal is to get in that schoolwide Rock, Paper, Scissors competition.

I like Hazel eating from her popcorn bucket of 4-leaf clovers.

is Irep going to try to poke her and then, like... break out in hives or something? lol.

#Riddle watches FOP #New Wish spoilers #Pending Dev tag #Pending Hazel tag #Best of Luck #Dragonfly parents #Purple hippie dragonfly #screenshots #Nerdy blue bat son #Bat cube and associates #FAIRIES!#apparently art #Long post #Dale Dimmadome owner of Dimmadome Global

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first-and-last-neocount · 3 months ago

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Nightborn-Induced Insanity: Almea Tarrant Meta

I realized I had way too many thoughts and Thoughts to fit into a coherent Discord blurb so I'm vomiting up an entire wall of text post instead. XD Stay with me here this is a bit of a journey but I promise I'm going places.

So.

I've never delved very far into the character of Almea Tarrant because there was one little detail I could never quite reconcile in a way that satisfied me, even with the precious little canon info we have on her; namely, that I always got the strong impression that she's afraid of the fae. Even in the extreme brevity of her role in the prologue of Black Sun Rising, I feel there's a clear implication that this is a woman who is fundamentally uncomfortable with the unseen powers around her, and I could never wrangle that into a satisfying place coupled with the fact that she married Gerald. It's far from impossible, not even unreasonable, to think that she might just be turning a mental blind eye of sorts to the reality of him being an adept, but that never added up to a relationship dynamic that particularly compelled me; how deep can their love story be, if she has no connection with something so fundamental to him as a person?

But now. Oh, folks, how the tables have turned.

See there's something I noticed while reading Nightborn (yes, I only just finally got to it, lol). And that something is that Ian Casca was a redhead. His red hair is commented on repeatedly - it's sort of his 'signature' visual descriptor, the same way that Gerald's grey eyes get remarked on frequently. And because I'm me and my brain draws connections at the speed of light, from pretty much the first mention of that, a part of my brain noticed 'huh. Almea was mentioned as having red hair too. Would be funny if... but nah, Casca clearly doesn't have kids and we know he's not going to live that long, can't be a real connection'.

And then. Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Then we hit this.

*record scratch*

EXCUSE ME? Is that a canonical confirmation that they saved this man's sperm, and very well may have used it, due to a lack of preserved genetic samples from Earth? Canonical implication that there may well be biological descendants of Ian Casca running around Erna?

Red hair's not exactly a common trait. Only 1-2% of our world's population, though who's to say if that number holds consistent in the alternate timeline that these books seem to inhabit, lol. Granted we don't know how many genetic samples they were able to save from the colony supply, or the range of variety in those samples, but... there's nothing here that says it's not a real connection. And if you apply that lens to Almea's relationship with Gerald, the potential - at least for me - is staggering.

If Almea is descended from Ian Casca, and knows it, that would certainly explain an ambivalent relationship with the fae; growing up with the albatross of your ancestor's deeds around your neck would inevitably shape your relationship with sorcery in an irrevocable way. It could also add an incredible depth to her connection with Gerald, though, because while she might not understand what it's like to be an adept, she might well understand the social stigma of it. She might know exactly what it's like to be judged by every single person you meet for something you absolutely cannot control, your whole life shaped and driven by a simple quirk of inheritance. And the sheer tragedy of it, to think that she might have wrestled with that legacy all her life and even believed that she had finally triumphed over it, to then lose her husband to the same kind of madness and die in a twisted echo of that same first Sacrifice that has been looming over her since birth -

Guys I'm chewing on the edge of my desk here. The. POTENTIAL.

So all of this to say that I have already conjured an entire new characterization out of this wild extrapolation from a few lines of text in Nightborn, and I'm now working on a fic about Gerald and Almea's first meeting. And going feral about it. Because my god, the sheer delicious ANGST that I am going to wring from this...

#the neocount writes #coldfire trilogy #gerald tarrant #almea tarrant #nightborn #nightborn spoilers #i guess? i don't know if we're still tagging that #or if we ever were to begin with lmao #but better safe than sorry #anyways yeah this has eaten my brain

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rockium-z · 2 months ago

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DELTARUNE CHAPTERS 3 & 4 AM I RIGHT FELLAS.

many spoilers under the cut:

- i want whatever funny dances tenna has. that television can GET IT

- WAY TO HIT IMMEDIATELY WITH THE DEPRESSION!! OKAY!! one deltarune fic author was absolutely right on the money with the ralsei not being able to leave the dark world and also clinging to his role as the prince of the dark in the prophecy, to the point where he believes he can only follow the path the prophecy has set out for him (at least at the start of chapter 3). but also OW

- susie room being shown was insane. susie my beloved

- i love dark world lore

- legend of zelda-esque games goes crazy. the goddamn rouxls polycule was also crazy. the goddamn rouxls inserting himself into the polycule to influence lanino and elnina to get back together is such a goddamn big brain move from the guy not bad

- okay so i sucked ass at the physical challenge of board 1 so goddamn hard that i had to retry that cooking minigame 5 times. or more. damn you jumps that land onto the fire i was trying to avoid still!! (/affectionate. i also did have a skill issue tho so LOL)

- "recruit 25 shadowguys" -- oh that's how you recruit 25 shadowguys. no grinding needed actually. huh.

- tenna lore is so fucking sad tho? what the hell?? and the parallels with what ralsei and susie are going through the entire damn chapter?? toby fox please you did not have to give my funny boy abandonment issues and then give him that giant spark of hope at the end only to immediately do him like that. holy shit. toby fox please i am dying

- then again throughout the tenna boss battle i was basically having a terrible time because damn if i am bad at switching between game rules in the blink of a goddamn eye... which is to say the knight showed up when i had less than half hp left and i was like "fuck. i'm gonna need to do all that again"

- THANKFULLY NO because apparently my ass WAS supposed to be beat into the ground

- roaring knight dess holy shit... her antlers and wiffle bat at the start of the fight...

- rhythm game is amazing but i suck bad. how the fuck did i get b first try and actually pass board 2. also the lost girl leitmotif goes HARD

- very thankfully i do not have to be the greatest gamer of all time in order to get mettaton his entertainment!! i do not know how to feel about his reaction though. like fuck yeah trans awakening and also (wide eyes emoji)

- napstablook pls... i don't think lying on the road is gonna stop traffic...

- i have not fully processed undyne straight up getting taken by the knight. like holy shit insane save by her and also WOAH. WHAT?? HUH?? OKAY???

- i may have religious trauma because the chapter 4 church jumpscare was real to me

- anyways susie and kris friendship moments are as always fucking awesome. ain't no church juice better than the one you're mutually pouring into each other's mouths

- hey game you can't punch me with ralsei never having tasted his own cakes and ALSO having world's emptiest fucking room. HEY

- soul section in noelle's house was extremely unexpected but also HOLY SHIT

- actually cool as hell to hear kris play the piano. i'm so fucking proud of them, and also hot damn the bgm is very definitely an actual thing the characters hear?? lets fucking GOOO but also that means they're playing it all by ear and from memory. i cannot piano. kris is goddamn skilled on a LEVEL

- i love being jumpscared by kris throwing hockey pucks at the soul

- why does the voice on the other end of the line not want susie playing dess's guitar?? why?? i have not figured out and i think i'll let that stay a mystery to me for now

- carol is. i did not expect her here. damn

- thought she was the knight for a hot minute because her antlers are the same shape as the knight's lol

- i suck badly at dodging the lasers of the guei (which i guess is what happens when i suck similarly badly at dodging variants of touhou's one-winged heron) but i am extremely happy about the chinese characters in its dialogue. 哦！哦！哦！我鬼。fuck yeah

- church dark world in general (to me) is TERRIFYING. definitely is the parallel to waterfall in undertale because i swear to god this one really do be playing true to form with what a dark world would be (dark). i CANNOT see shit in many areas. the areas are almost always a goddamn maze. the second there's some red pulsing thing in the dark and the objective is to run i am hitting the panic button and running into dead ends

- and also the prophecy in huge text. and the ominousness of it. yeag

- so for those same reasons (headless chicken mode activates under minimal visibilty and time pressure) jackenstein was. uh.

- YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

- yeah i screamed on my first go

- (hears the spooktune leitmotif in the boss music) (notices that just the boss's eyes in the dark is very similar to napstablook) WHY DO I HEAR BOSS MUSIC.

- toby fox p l e a s e you can't make a boss whose entire gimmick is navigating a barely visible maze under time pressure and having a giant jack-o-lantern fuck me sideways into negative hp if it catches me, and then giving 'em goddamn memes.

- YOUR TOO L O N G

- YOUR TOOTOO

- MAMA M I A

- toby fox please i am trying to save up tp. what do you mean i have to reach 60% three times. what do you mean mr naice guy is coming for me. i am going to have a goddamn heart attack

- gerson and susie moments... susie thinking ralsei should do all the healing because she looks at her own ability and thinks because she sucks at it she should just focus on what she's good at instead and that's being the bully... gerson guiding her to realize otherwise... god. susie, man. the mega susie enjoyers are gonna have a field day

- (looks at susie taking out the mini hammer) GIRL NO THAT'S DUST

- that entire scene was heartbreaking. goddamn

- not gonna lie the alternate church dark world was also terrifying but in a slightly different way. thought the entire time that there was a possibility of completing the chapter without susie, which (to me) is goddamn terrifying, so most of the entire dark world was spent running after susie

- THE GIRL FINDS LOVE!! SHE FINDS AND BRINGS HOPE!!! (i know suselle is a thing but also very much looking at the friendship here. she finds love indeed)

- susie lore goes insane. susie my beloved

- ok so i did have to retry the fake gerson fight like several times because my reaction speed is a s s. also the first time i got the up sound cue i did not recognize it as such, so yeah

- okay so a little bit before the titan fight there's this maze. you're supposed to find a way to go up straight but i did not see that path and instead went to the right, which is where a bitchass brutal climbing section is. water pouring down and giving you increasingly shorter windows of time to charge jump to the next gap is awful, but i thought this was the way forward so yeah brute forcing that section it was!... completing the path gives ralsei a princess ribbon. it's good armor i guess but also HEY.

- UGHHHH TITAN EMBRYOS UGHHHHHHHH

- climbing section was intense as shit, once again because time pressure in the second half, and also because hot damn do i suck ass at dodging the dark water. damn

- that climb to the knight was insane tho. everyone sharing the burden of damage holy shit... did not stop me at the end from going "gang we have 1 hp each. we are cooked" but damn if that was not monumental

- not gonna lie i thought i was gonna lose terribly to the titan. ran out of healing items. only had one (1) revivemint at the end. i get hit consistently and those embryos + those giant fingers are the bane of my existence. gotta build up tp to 80% like three times but also i only got 90% health remaining after the first unleash so i was very much convinced i was cooked

- gerson coming back in for the save was wild

- susie SLAM DUNKING kris into the titan was goddamn peak. i cannot even

- i might have actually done myself a favor by not replaying chapters 1&2 before binge-playing 3&4 because. uh. going from childlike idealism and wonder to ralsei having susie's blood on his face portrait after she smashes the last prophecy and grabs him. him having a goddamn breakdown. sorry to everyone who played 1&2 pacifist to refresh their memory because you're in for a RIDE

- last prophecy guesses: it's probably either someone has to be sacrificed, or the light and dark worlds will be separated forever. or it's gonna be a reset-ish thing and it'll be as though the darkners and the dark world never existed. i dunno lmao but ain't nobody telling me anything lmao!

- hey game you can't hit me with the hammer of heartbreak and then very soon after hit me with goofy-ass possible soriel. game p l e a s e

- kris tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep is so real tho

- i have a guess that the other person on the line could be carol, because she's cold with most everyone except kris, and also because kris called someone on the phone in the closet to alert someone that susie had dess's guitar and carol was there in a goddamn jiffy. the other guess would be dess if she's the knight, because (gestures to ch3 secret boss) the knight sorta does a "knighting" ceremony-esque thing for kris instead of kicking their ass to the ground

- WHAT IN THE WEIRD ROUTE

- yeah no i'm not doing this fr fr. truly there is an option to take traumatizing noelle to its natural conclusion

- secret boss gerson having a 1v1 with susie only seems extremely fitting actually. that's her moment and she gets to shine! fuck yeah!!

- DELTARUNE IN 2026!!!

- wrap-up thoughts for the moment: i love being whacked by the sadness mallet!! like godDAMN that's like. immediate pain. i actually cannot even. but maybe even the prophecy can be changed! maybe destiny can be taken into one's hands!! hoping very hard that the kids are gonna be alright because holy fucking shit! them's the stakes!!

- i really do need to play through 1 and 2 on a new save and maybe hit up the secret bosses, but like. my ass has not yet been able to beat either jevil or spamton. i stand 0.5 chance against the knight. gerson will just kick my ass. oh well maybe later. in the meantime i'll be rhythm gaming the guitar minigame thank u very much

#liveblogging on main #deltarune #deltarune spoilers

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rius-cave · 1 year ago

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If I have to be perfectly honest, though I still think Viv didn’t mean Adam is not gonna return in that interview, I don’t completely want him to return in the actual show at this point.

Because let’s be real for a second. Even though he returns, Viv can not write him good enough and cannot give him a compelling character arch and a solid backstory.

Whatever it’d be I don’t believe Viv cares that much for Adam or compelling stories. I mean I love Hazbin, but the way she fucked most of the characters up in order to do fanservice, you can clearly tell that she’d just try to feed Guitarspear shippers by making Adam return.

So yeah. I’m happy with fics lol

See funny enough I feel similarly, but not for the same reasons entirely haha.

I absolutely understand not wanting him to return, I was kind of on the fence about it, but ultimately I still wanted him to return cause even if he can't be in it in the EXACT way I want him, I still think there could be some value in him coming back, yes? And even if it's not as good as we hope, fan works are still there and they won't go away.

And yeah I agree it's not possible to give him the story he deserves, but I don't think that's completely Vivzie's fault. Her show isn't about Adam, it can't be, she has her story that she wants to tell and overall the show wants to do something different. Even if Vivzie loved Adam as much as we do, that's not something she can do in the show as it is. I know we attribute EVERYTHING about a show to the show runners, the good and the bad, but animation and show production is rarely just one person's fault, right? She actually CAN'T do whatever she wants on a whim like that lol

I wouldn't agree with her fucking up her characters tbh? But obviously that's much more subjective. I kinda like the direction the shows have taken minus a few exceptions. They've been successful for a reason. I think it's very well done especially considering it started as an indie production. God knows professional shows have fucked up way worse lolol.

Ultimately she has to pick and choose who to give a compelling and grand character arc and who not to. Like honestly you could probably give something really deep, interesting and insightful to, idk, Travis, and maybe there's a Travis fan out there that really wants that, but that's not always possible because there are more important things to touch on + hazbin was honestly SO time constricted I'm grateful Adam got the attention he got lol

Also I don't think I'd blame her if guitarspear became canon or whatever, it is kinda seeded out already and it could be quite compelling if done correctly. It's not really my favorite ship but if it became canon I wouldn't mind it that much

#hazbin hotel #adam

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eightmakesonebraincell · 11 months ago

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OKAY SO HI! Hope I’m not bothering and hope your day is going/went well! 💕

Just wanna say love your work so much! The texts are hilarious and your works are *chefs kiss* If they get turned into a movie I’m watching it everyday!

Also I’m just randomly wondering since Y/n and her 8 boyfies decided to somewhat stay in Namhae in “the essence of youth is summers with you” so they’re bound to bump into Johnny at occasionally, how would johnny react to his ex suddenly having 8 boyfriends at once? 😭

Like since he’s a douchesnozle i would think he’d stir some shit up, and how would the boys respond as well lol. Idk cause I’m imagining it and like I can see the boys just end up beating him up lol and idk why I find that funny hehe

Mkay that’s all! Keep up the wonderful work! I’ll definitely read what you release next!!! 💕💕

omg please this made me smile so hard and it is so nice to dive back into the teoyiswy au, because i did not realise just how much i've missed writing about my hot surfer bois 🥹🫶

c/w: unedited 0.8k, half fic half train of thought, explicit profanity, insults, toxic ex

okay first off yall not going to believe me but johnny originally had a redeeming arc planned LMAO his character was meant to be one of those people who become blinded by their desire for the other person and end up making the wrong decisions, and it isn't until after losing that person do they realise their mistakes. so johnny was meant to be redeemed, you guys were meant to apologise to one another, and then get closure on okay-ish terms.

buuuuuut if we're going down the route of johnny stays a douchesnozle, then i think it would be hilarious if he tries to break you up with your boyfies. it goes down like this: johnny runs into you on a date with san at the cafe you've been going with him since you two were twelve, and san is sharing a strawberry dacquoise and a grapefruit ade with you. johnny scoffs at the sight of him feeding you with the fork and is like, "i fuckin' knew it."

you don't notice your ex because your back is facing him, but san definitely does. the next bite he pretends to give you, san moves the fork out of the way at the last second and pecks you on the lips instead. you squeal and ask him, "what was that for?" and san simply replies, "just cause i can," and cause johnny can't. hah.

the boys one; johnny zero.

johnny stalks off grumpy, and lo and behold two days later he runs into you again at the mart filling a whole bag of ice cream to buy (not with your money, of course). but what the fuck? you're with hongjoong, and he's got you all wrapped up with your back against his chest as you both pick out the ice cream from the freezer. you spot the last of the magnum ice cream sandwiches, which you know is yeosang's favourite, so you lean into the freezer to dig it out.

hongjoong steadies your waist when he happens to look up and make eye contact with your ex, and if you notice your boyfriend's hands holding you a little firmer, you don't realise that it's because he is feeling a little possessive. hongjoong makes a show to nuzzle into your neck with fond endearment when you stand back up and present the wrapped ice cream to him, because you're his now, not johnny's.

the boys two; johnny still zero.

it continues like that. johnny keeps running into you around namhae–at the beach, at different cafes, on the streets. he keeps himself hidden, but he sees you with a different boyfriend each time. coincidentally, the boys always manage to spot him, probably because they are always on alert whenever you are out with them. and it always goes down the same. you obliviously glow under their public displays of affection in the form of hugs, kisses, smiles and interlocked hands, whilst your ex fumes away in his anger.

until he cannot take it anymore. it's summer and you're out with all of them at the beach, one of those rare days when you are able to spend time with the eight of your boyfriends together. it's nostalgic lying on the towel with yeosang tracing patterns on your skin, watching your boys toss each other into the water, surfboards long forgotten on the sand near you. a shadow falls over you and yeosang, and when you look up, you're shocked to see that it is your ex.

"johnny," you stutter, because why is he here in front of you? you scramble to your feet, as does yeosang, and he pulls you behind him as he stands in front.

"what the fuck do you want?" the voice doesn't come from him, though. it's san, and the rest of your boys have already made their way back to shore to stand protectively around you the moment they realised who was approaching you.

your ex scoffs with disbelief, "you know this slut is cheating on you all, right? she's cheating on every single one of you behind your very backs and you still want her?"

hongjoong growls dangerously, "you want to say that one more fucking time?"

"yeah," johnny challenges, "she's a fucking slut."

"and you're a fucking idiot because she's dating all of us. she's our girlfriend, and if you fucking dare come close to her or any of us ever again, it won't just be your pea-sized ego that is bruised–it'll be your whole fucking face."

so basically johnny makes a clown out of himself trying to expose you for cheating, only to be told that lol jokes on him you're dating them all and a million times happier than you ever were with him. hongjoong and wooyoung are extremely close to knocking your ex's teeth out, but a single glance from you and your boys have heeled. johnny never bothers you or the boys ever again and you all live happily ever after.

the boys eight; johnny minus eight.

the end :D

#loren answers #everybody say thank you mimi for this ask #it's been nearly two months and i'm still not over this au #thank you for indulging in this and letting me go wild :')#i miss writing this fic so much #mimikittysblog

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skittlespizza · 2 years ago

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A SPACE ODYSSEY TUMBLR SIMULATOR

[FOR CONTEXT, the book mentions that the events of the Discovery have become a "classic" of sorts which implies there is a fandom in universe for the Discovery...]

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willalove75 · 2 years ago

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Hii! I just wanted to start off by saying I LOVE your fics! Mainly your Rebecca ones :D (I’ve read all of them like more than once lol) They just hit all the feels 🥹 however I was wondering if I could request a Sofia Marchetti one..? (If you still write for her that is)

I’ve moved back into my “Sex education” phase and literally CANNOT find any other pieces of writing for her character!

I was thinking of like reader and Sofia go to see Jackson in the school musical- Romeo and Juliette- and we all know how that went.. anyways I was thinking, while watching, reader and Sofia get a little ✨hot and bothered✨ if you will, and decided to have a fun night after when they go home and Jackson leaves for a cast party or smth

Sorry if this is like random!- it’s just been stuck in my head and I suck at writing things like this. You don’t have to write it if u don’t want to! And I hope I’m making sense about the musical- it’s the one in season 2

Anyways thank you again for all of your lovely Rebecca fics!! and sorry this is like way too long!! 😬

~M <3

AW thank you SO much!!! I was SO surprised when I realized that there literally weren't any Sofia Marchetti fics! But I am more than happy to fill in the gaps😉😂

The latest (and final😭) season premiered the other day and what better way to celebrate than with a new Sofia fic?!

Thank you so much for your request!!💕

Warnings: Smuttttyyyyy

18+ Only. Minors DNI.

After you and Sofia walk into the house when you return from Jackson's school play Sofia heads straight into the kitchen and pops open a bottle of wine.

"So, that was, uh, interesting." You say. "But Jackson did an incredible job!"

"Interesting is certainly one thing to say about it." Sofia says with a chuckle as she beings her wine glass to her lips and takes a sip. "He did do a wonderful job, I'm so proud of him."

"You should be!"

"But if he comes home from that cast party drunk I'm grounding him until the day he turns 18." She deadpans.

You laugh and playfully roll your eyes at her as you pour yourself a glass.

"You think I'm kidding."

"I know you're not, that's why I'm laughing."

"Love, it's not funny!"

"I know, I know. Listen, he's a kid, as long as he's responsible, let him have a little fun. He's a good kid, you know that."

"I don't want to have this conversation anymore so I'm changing the subject. Anyway," Sofia says, rolling her eyes at you. "I can't believe you squealed so loud when that, dick-thing touched you." She says with a smirk.

"I wasn't expecting it to! And I definitely wasn't expecting it to be a penis! Plus you squealed too!"

"I did not-"

"Sofia Marchetti do not lie to me!" You say as you laugh.

"Well I certainly wasn't expecting the kids to have dick fingers and vagina heads."

"Yeah that was definitely a different take on Shakespeare. But it did get me thinking."

Sofia smirks at you and you narrow your eyes at her.

"And what did it get you thinking about?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She slowly walks up to you and cages you in against the countertop.

"I think it's better if I show you, rather than tell you." She says, taking your wine glass from your hand and placing it on the counter.

Before you can respond she hoists you up onto the countertop and you let out a squeal. Her hand dives between your legs, under your skirt and she begins rubbing circles over your underwear. Your squeal quickly turns into a moan.

Her fingers find your clit and she rubs small circles over it and you throw your head back and moan. The moment you do her lips latch on to your exposed neck and she begins to kiss and suck as she continues her ministrations.

"Oh fuck, Sofia." You moan.

"You're so wet for me already baby." She says into your skin.

"Please."

Sofia pulls your soaked underwear down your legs and tosses them somewhere onto the kitchen floor. Kneeling on the ground, she kisses her way up the inside of your thighs. Purposefully passing over your heat, she moves to your other thigh and plants kisses into your skin. You tangle your fingers into her hair and try to guide her to where you need her most.

"What is it, love? What do you want?"

Her green eyes flick up to yours as she continues to kiss your thighs. Your brows knit together and your lips part as you beg.

"Please Sof, please."

Without breaking eye contact Sofia flattens her tongue against your dripping pussy and slowly licks up.

"Oh fuck!" You say as you throw your head back.

She laps at it a few times before flicking her tongue against your clit. Your hips buck into her mouth and she grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the counter, her nails digging into your skin.

Her tongue glides up and down across your folds and she circles and sucks at your clit. Your fingers are buried into her hair as you cry out louder and louder.

"Oh fuck, right there!" You cry as she sucks on your clit again.

She starts licking and sucking your clit and you whimper.

"Sofia, oh fuck, you're so fucking good."

"You taste delicious my love." She hums into you making your eyes roll back again.

You start to clench around nothing, desperately wishing she would fill you up. And as if she read your mind, Sofia slides two fingers deep into your pussy. As she curls into your walls you buck your hips against her, thrusting her fingers deep into that spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck! Yes baby right there yes!"

Sofia sucks and flicks over your clit a little harder, your bundle of nerves becoming over-sensitive and you whine. Her fingers curl into that spot again and you feel an orgasm beginning to build.

Looking down you meet Sofia's eyes once more. Her emerald green eyes are now dark with lust, her pupils are completely blown. She thrusts her fingers in and out faster, her motions accompanied by the most pornographic wet noises you've ever heard. You roll your hips in time with her thrusts and you push her face deeper into you.

As she continues to fuck you, you feel her tongue circle around your clit a few times before she sucks on it again, causing you to cry out. She continues that pattern as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge. The peak of your orgasm is coming fast and you pull at her hair and cry out.

"Fuck yes, just like that baby. I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me fucking cum!"

A few thrusts and sucks later Sofia throws you over the edge and into a state of pure pleasure and bliss. You throw your head back, arch your back, and cry out her name as she fucks you through your orgasm. She thrusts against the pressure your walls are creating as they clench down around her and you swear you see stars.

As the final wave of your orgasm ripples through your body Sofia slows down and pulls her fingers out of you. Not a second goes by before her mouth envelopes your soaked core and you feel her tongue gliding over your wet folds. She moans into you as if she's tasting the most delicious meal she's ever had and you run your fingers through her hair.

When she finishes licking every drop of your arousal from between your legs she leaves a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and pulls you in for a kiss.

You can taste yourself on her tongue and you moan into her mouth as you do. Sofia wraps your legs around her waist and she lifts you off the counter and carries you into the living room.

She sits down on the couch with you in her lap and her fingers tangle into your hair as she passionately kisses you. Your hands find her breasts and you grab them over her shirt and massage them. Sofia moans into your mouth and you break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

Your lips find hers once more and you reach around her back to unhook her bra and slide the straps down her shoulders. When they're finally free, you palm both of her breasts and roll her hardening nipples between your fingers. Sofia kisses you harder in response and she bites your lower lip. As she pulls away she pulls your shirt off and takes off your bra. Her lips latch onto one of your nipples as she pinches the other one. Her tongue circles your hardening flesh and she sucks on it before moving over to the other one, giving it the same attention.

Standing up, you pull your skirt off and Sofia stands and slides her pants and drenched underwear down her long legs and kicks them away. She pulls you in for another passionate kiss and whispers in your ear when she breaks the kiss.

"I want to ride that pretty little face of yours."

As you let out a moan, Sofia guides you down to the floor and places one of her knees on either side of your head. She tangles her fingers in your hair and lowers herself onto your mouth. The second your tongue makes contact with her soaked pussy you moan into her. The vibrations causing Sofia to moan in return. Your tongue immediately gets to work and you start lapping at her folds and clit. Sofia grinds her hips down onto your face and your hands grab hold of her hips.

"Just like that, good girl." She purrs.

Flattening your tongue against her heat, you drag her hips slowly but firmly against your tongue. When you get to her clit you hold her hips still and suck on it. Sofia cries out and her hips buck against your hold. Digging your nails into her soft skin you hold her tight while you suck and flick your tongue across her clit over and over. Her juices begin to drip down your chin and you shove your tongue deep into her core.

"Oh fuck!" She cries out as the throws her head back.

Sofia grinds down onto you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Rolling it deep into her, she lets out a filthy moan and your fingers begin to circle her clit.

"Oh yes, fuck right there!"

You pull her hips down onto your tongue more and you thrust it in and out of her as your fingers quicken their pace. Sofia's breath hitches in her chest and her eyes roll to the back of her head. With another roll of your tongue she lets out another moan and you feel her velvety walls begin to clench down around you.

With a curl of your tongue you feel the soft, spongy spot deep in her and you prod at it.

"Oh god, oh fuck yes!" Sofia cries.

Knowing you found her favorite spot you keep your tongue there and continue to lick and caress it while you continue to rub her clit.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum- fuck!!"

As she speaks you apply more pressure to her clit and slide your tongue out and back into her pussy, hitting that spot once more. Sofia's legs tremble above you and you see her neck and chest turning a deep shade of red.

Reaching up with your free hand, you pinch one of her nipples and roll it between your fingers. You rub her clit faster and fuck her with your tongue harder and she starts to come undone over you.

Her moans grow louder and higher pitched as her body begins to shake. Her pussy walls clench down hard around your tongue and she cries out. You feel her walls relax as she cums hard into your mouth. Releasing her nipple, you caress her thigh and slow your fingers on her clit as she cries out, bucking her hips into your face harder.

After a few almost violent shudders, Sofia collapses forward onto the couch cushion and you pull your tongue out of her soaked core. She whimpers as you lick her clean and when you're satisfied you slide out from between her legs.

Sitting up, you get up on your knees and turn to wrap your arms around her waist. She hums as you embrace her and you leave wet kisses across her back and shoulders.

Sofia climbs onto the couch and sits while you kneel at her feet. She cups your face and pulls you in for a slow, loving kiss.

"You are incredible." She whispers against your lips.

"Not more incredible than you are, my love."

Sofia kisses you again and pulls you onto the couch as she lays back. You lay on top of her and she pulls a blanket over the two of you and runs her fingers through your hair. She lets out a sigh as you kiss her neck and she holds you tight.

"Should we go get cleaned up?" You ask.

"Not right now, I just want to be with you for a little bit."

"Okay, my love." You say as you snuggle into her.

#willalove75 #hannah waddingham #wlw fanfic #sofia marchetti x reader #sofia marchetti #sex education fan fic #sex education netflix #sex education

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lovinggreeniehours · 6 months ago

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the blind waltz.

↳ takahara × lucifer (s5/post canon)

↳ 2.5k words

↳ as per wedding tradition, they were not allowed to see each other on the day before the wedding (or so they were told 🤔) but since when did these two listen quietly to dumb rules? fine. they won't see each other. they're just going to be a little silly about it (( yay for satoshi ( @staringat-strangers016 ) and kazuo ( @sealovinq ) making brief appearances this time 🫶 ))

↳ this entire thing references a HEADCANON i have that lucifer is able to feel when someone/something is looking at him. i don't know if he does have this power in canon (though i personally feel like it's implied), but due to the terms of their pact, takahara got it too. warnings for the usual cursing, a very small cannibalism metaphor, the same texting style rules apply from the previous fic :) honestly there's no plot here it's just them doing nothing at all. unless you count the subtext

↳ one / two / three

Arion tried his best not to laugh, being ushered away from the door. Somewhere behind him, Lucifer was being shooed away by his siblings.

"You cannot be serious." Arion heard him say.

Satoshi shook her head. "No, we're serious."

"You can't just lock him in his chambers for an entire day."

Kazuo shrugged, thoroughly amused. "It's the traditionnn~ You can't see each other until the wedding."

"That's ridiculous."

And that seemed to be the manner the conversation would loop for the next few minutes. Meanwhile, Arion was deeper inside the castle chamber with Satan, awkwardly twiddling his fingers at the interaction.

"You couldn't have told him about this beforehand?" He whispered.

"It adds to the fun." Satan smirked, making no move to hide how much he was enjoying messing with his older brother.

Arion shook his head at him. Though, he could admit it. It was a little funny.

"What if he's all grumpy tomorrow?"

Satan snorted. "He's grumpy all the time."

"Fair." Arion said. "How far do you think he's willing to go to get in this room though?"

He crossed his arms. "Whatever it is, it's not gonna work. I've made sure of it. He's not getting in."

Arion nodded thoughtfully.

"He's not getting in." He echoed.

So it would appear.

Mine. ♡: it's not that bad

mine. <3: It is unnecessary.

Mine. ♡: im not even supposed to be messaging you lmao

mine. <3: As I was saying, unnecessary.

mine. <3: And frivolous.

Mine. ♡: lol

mine. <3: And stop laughing. I know you want to see me just as badly.

Mine. ♡: 😐

Mine. ♡: 😛

Mine. ♡: blehh

Mine. ♡: tell you what

Mine. ♡: how about

mine. <3: Spit it out already dammit.

Mine. ♡: 😐

mine. <3: Please.

Mine. ♡: <3

Mine. ♡: i think everyone should be asleep by half after midnight

mine. <3: You want to sneak out?

Mine. ♡: i don't want to per se but my pet's getting whiny,,

Mine. ♡: okay fine ill stop idk 😔 i don't want to ruin kazuo's fun,, or satan's for that matter

Mine. ♡: so i cannot see you

mine. <3: Hmm.

mine. <3: What if there was a way we didn't have to see each other?

Mine. ♡: aren't we already doing that?

mine. <3: This isn't good enough.

Mine. ♡: whiny,,,,,,,,,,

Mine. ♡: wait.

Mine. ♡: i have an idea

Mine. ♡: could you grab the blindfolds from our room?

mine. <3: I have them with me.

mine. <3: But I'm starting to believe this is a stupid idea.

Mine. ♡: and yet, here you are

Mine. ♡: you want me sooo bad it is actually embarrassing

mine. <3: Remind me again who asked for the blindfold in the first place?

Arion pocketed his phone without replying.

As they had agreed, it was half after midnight. Everyone, including his siblings sprawled over the king-size bed of their chambers, Satan snoozing in the chair besides them, and Belphegor spread-eagle on the floor (Satoshi had kicked him off the bed in her sleep; he didn't stir), were deep asleep. Most likely exhausted from helping in preparation of tomorrow.

Arion sucked in an uneasy breath.

Tomorrow.

His hand closed around the fabric of his scarf as he snuck silently out the door, and into the inky darkness of the unlit corridor. He and Lucifer knew their way around the Demon Lord's Castle well enough to plan their routes to the ballroom without running into each other— so that, hopefully, they could excuse these incidents as coincidence should they be caught.

Just in case, he sent Lucifer another text to say he was on his way.

And soon enough, with a miraculous lack of incident, Arion found himself at the threshold of the ballroom's entrance, hand paused over the knob.

They'd agreed to meet there knowing there was a door they could lock; and knowing they could prepare to cover their eyes or turn around before entering (they fought over this particular condition throughout the afternoon though). Now they could only hope they weren't noticed, lest word get back to their siblings. News always spread fast with their group.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed the door open.

No one was looking at him. So far so good.

He breathed in nervously, closing the door as quietly as he could.

"Lucifer?" He whispered.

"I'm here."

Arion still couldn't feel anyone looking at him. He smiled.

"Your eyes are closed!"

Lucifer huffed somewhere. "Yes. Since you so insisted."

He sounded closer than before. Arion took an experimental step forward.

"You know I can't say no to them." He mumbled.

Lucifer scoffed playfully. "And here I thought you loved me."

"Very funny."

His partner chuckled. "Here. I'll put it on for you."

His bare hand brushing Arion's cheek without warning made him flinch. Though, annoyingly, he suspected that was the intention.

Next was the sensation of silk being pulled over his eyes. Arion could feel Lucifer next to him now, familiar warmth radiating from his presence. The tip of his shoe bumped against his own.

Before he could really think about it, Arion reached up, hands finding his lover's collar, and staying there, simply fiddling with the material.

"Getting so bold with me already? You've only been without me for a few hours."

Arion scowled at him, then realized he couldn't see it. Instead, he pinched Lucifer's cheek, earning another laugh.

"Fine, I'm only joking."

"Hmph.."

Lucifer's hands, finished tying the knot behind his head, trailed back to his face ever so gently, fiddling in a similar fashion with the strands of hair framing Arion's face.

"I missed you too." He muttered under his breath.

Arion hummed; a wordless agreement.

"It's jarring that I can't feel your eyes on me." Lucifer said. "I should have known. The real purpose of not allowing us to see each other was only to torture me, wasn't it?"

"Well, certainly, that's how Satan would see it."

Lucifer sighed dryly. "How cruel." He said. "Dance with me?"

"Pfft. That was fast."

"Only because we are in the ballroom with nothing much to do. I'm sure I could have found other ways to keep us occupied, if only the floor weren't so cold."

"Pastilan." Arion muttered. "Come on. Dance."

They softened rather quickly after that. Lucifer's laugh was light in their banter, and Arion couldn't help but wish he hadn't suggested the blindfold, after all. But it was too late to go back on it without getting embarrassed.

Maybe it was a little better that way. Lucifer wouldn't have to see the dumb look on his face whenever he heard him laugh.

"I know dancing was my idea," Lucifer started as they adjusted their hands. "But won't someone hear if we play music here?"

Arion shrugged, very carefully entwining their fingers together. "Suppose we don't play music?"

"But there won't be any rhythm to follow." He countered. Then softly: "You'll step on my feet."

"The way you immediately assume I'll be stepping on your feet. I'd be more worried about your giant clown loafers, puta."

Lucifer huffed. "Soundproofing then? Ah, but the room is quite big."

"Too much magic." Arion sighed. "Barbatos would notice us if he roves close enough."

"That's true."

"Do you think he'll try to open the door?"

"I've instructed that no one will even attempt to come inside this room without me. I can't have all my hard work to surprise you get ruined." Lucifer began playing with Arion's belt loop, somewhat urging him closer. "It is only you and me."

Arion's heart stuttered against his will. "Hmm. Maybe there doesn't have to be music."

"We are dancing. Quite literally movement following a certain kind of rhythm."

Arion shrugged, grinning as he went to pull Lucifer's hands into position anyway.

"Maybe I make my own music."

"Oh, do you now?"

Arion nudged Lucifer's shoe going backwards to indicate he was leading.

"Yes. Yes, I do. You should listen to me more."

Lucifer snorted.

Arion paused for a second, thought up a song, then took an experimental step forward. The song wasn't lyrical, and much to his amusement, he felt Lucifer shift the moment he began humming, recognizing the melody instantly.

He stepped left. Then back. And over and over again, the way the two of them have moved a million times before. He held his breath a little, he'd admit. No one seemed to be stepping on any toes thus far, at least.

Lucifer's focus on their careful stepping and Arion's quiet humming made room for silence. Arion wondered how badly they were botching their form now that they couldn't see the floor. He cringed to think of what they'd look like from another's perspective. Probably very stupid. And sloppy.

Nevertheless, it was a little fun to make a purposeful jabbing step on Lucifer's foot. Though their eyes were covered and they couldn't sense each other's gaze, Arion giggled at the amount of indignant scowl that seeped into his partner's voice.

"Really?"

When he didn't get a response, Arion heard a small harrumph. Probably pouting. He couldn't help a second bout of laughter escaping him.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He said very unapologetically, and continued his humming. His hand on Lucifer's shoulder came up to cup his face; he found strands of hair and tucked it back behind his ear, suddenly dissatisfied by the lack of visuals. He envisioned the slight darkening of Lucifer's cheeks flushing. Or would it be hidden by the darkness of the room..?

Arion looped both his arms around his lover's shoulders, hands clasping at the nape of his neck.

Likewise, Lucifer pulled him closer by the waist until they were flushed against each other. Arion sensed the warmth of him through his clothes. Though his wandering hands told him that Lucifer left his coat in his room.

Lucifer's hands were moving over him as well, gently fiddling with his belt loops, idly carding fingers through his hair. His hands were warm, bare, and the cold shock of the obsidian ring against his cheek made Arion shiver.

It was strange to feel him so closely like this and not feel him looking. He had gotten too used to their shared ability, and the cocoon of safety it provided. Being without it left him stranded at the center of a vast, ocean of blackness. He couldn't see anything, couldn't sense anything there but the floor beneath him. Yet, even that was beginning to surrender to vertigo. The world beneath him could cave at any moment.

But as Lucifer's hands roamed his form, his touch electrified, it somehow more tangible than anything else. His slowly repeated movements, carding fingers through hair, ever so gently tracing the shell of his Arion's ear, tightening his hold on his hands— all things Lucifer had done time and time again felt like the only reality in the expanse of sensory blurriness.

They said nothing of it, but the way his hands searched over him, Arion had a feeling Lucifer felt something much the same.

He slowed their movements, beginning to approach the end of their song. And too lost in thought to think up another, he leaned his head forward against Lucifer's chest, slowly and slowly lapsing back into comfortable silence. Instantaneously, arms wrapped tightly around his middle, as if he would disappear and be gone if they disconnected for even a second.

"I've been meaning to ask," Arion murmured. "You never let me see the preparations."

He felt Lucifer's hands clasp and unclasp over the small of his back. "You'll see them tomorrow. Well, in a few hours, rather."

Arion groaned. "You're the worst. Let me see them."

"Won't you just let the surprise stay a surprise?"

"I hate surprises.."

"No, you don't." He could hear the eyeroll in his tone, making him laugh. "Not all of them. This is one you'll like. I promise."

"Ughhh. Divorce."

"On the night before the wedding?"

"Well, my betrothed is being so mean to me.. I simply can't take it anymore. Maybe we weren't meant for each other after al—"

Lucifer cut him off with a kiss. Arion froze at the suddenness, and he ended up pulling away to steady himself.

"What.. What was that for..?"

"It's the easiest way to make you shut up." The smugness in Lucifer's voice snapped Arion out of his stupor. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to step on his feet.

"Kukaracha."

Lucifer snorted. "You know, you really shouldn't say things like that."

"You are a cockroach though."

"About not being meant for each other." Lucifer clarified. "It's very offensive."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really." Lucifer said, immensely serious. "If we were to call off the wedding right now, it would mean nothing in the long run. I am meant for you, and you are mine. Forever. There is no other way."

"You sure about that?" Arion teased.

Lucifer kissed him again. This time, he knew to kiss back, finding himself not nearly as upset as he thought he'd be when Lucifer started smiling because of it.

"Very sure." He murmured against Arion's mouth. "More sure than I've been sure of anything in my life."

Arion sighed, biting down gently on his lover's lower lip. His hands gripping Lucifer's shirt were curled up into fists, a familiar hunger bleeding into him. He wanted nothing more than to pull the demon as close as he could. Perhaps more than that— until there was truly no space left in between them. Until the very material of their souls could tickle and spark over each other like a joining flame. Until they've eaten each other whole. Arion's tongue ran over the small indents his teeth left on him, envisioning the raw, darkened pink of his mouth.

But they had a time limit away from their rooms. And it was for that reason alone Arion allowed themselves to separate, letting himself be satisfied with the slight tang of blood left in his own mouth.

"We should go." Lucifer sighed, his disappointment evident. Arion could imagine the light crease of his brows as he spoke.

He hummed an agreement. Maybe this was why they weren't allowed to see each other. All pettiness and mischief aside, he knew that if Lucifer were to ask him for it, Arion would never leave at all.

He felt his fingertips begin to trail up his neck, the touches slow and lingering. Like he was trying to savor the feeling. Arion stuffed his own hands into Lucifer's pockets.

"It's almost one in the morning.." Lucifer murmured.

"Happy anniversary." Arion joked.

Lucifer huffed in amusement. "It is though, isn't it? The real one this time."

"Mmhm." He nodded, reluctantly beginning to untangle himself from him. If Lucifer noticed any extra weight in his pocket as Arion left his hold and moved to the door, he decided not to mention it. Yet.

"I'll.. see you later then?" Arion asked.

Lucifer nodded. "I'll see you later."

"Are you sure I can't take a peek at the venue?"

"Very sure."

"Aw."

When Lucifer arrived back at his chambers, his DDD vibrated with a message just as Lucifer's lock clicked shut.

As if Arion could still sense him, even from the other side of the castle. Like he could time the speed of his footsteps as easily as he could read the slightest change in his demeanor. The blindfolds (though he complained) were a small blessing, he realized. He didn't have to go through the trouble of hiding his dumb smile while they were sneaking around.

His nerves still buzzing from the excursion, he had to lean back against the door as he read:

Mine. ♡: don't look at it until you're alone 👁

The thing in his pocket. Lucifer remembered. Upon retrieving it, he found a small, black box of velvet. He smirked.

mine. <3: How... suspicious.

Mine. ♡: blocked.

He made his way to his bed, and set down his DDD on the nightstand. Then, cautiously, he opened the box.

A faint flicker of red light illuminated from inside. A lick of flame, or the heart of an ember, framed inside a cluster of silver and gold shapes mimicking a star. The metal prongs shifted, as alive as the light at its core, some spikes growing and shrinking as seconds ticked by. And at the end of one spike, a chain was attached.

A necklace. No doubt, not one he could find at even the most expensive jewelry stores in the Devildom. Or anywhere, for that matter. No one else would have anything like this particular necklace.

As usual, it was custom made just for him. These were the kinds of gifts Arion liked giving the most. The ones he knew he couldn't be upstaged in. An unmistakable stake of claim on his superiority. And a stake of claim over Lucifer himself— Arion's way of saying no one else could give him this.

It was unnecessary. Lucifer didn't need to be won over. If Arion just asked him, he'd follow blindly wherever he led him. But still, watching him go at such lengths to keep him was enamoring. Could anyone really blame him for enjoying himself?

mine. <3: Goodnight, my love ♥︎

mine. <3: I love you :)

Mine. ♡: 😐

Mine. ♡: love you too

Setting aside his DDD, Lucifer pushed one of his pillows to the side, pulling a thick tome out from where it was hidden underneath it. The umpteenth one on Devildom marital traditions and laws he had gone through today, since they first agreed to sneak out. Just a small measure, in case the information might prove useful and quell any of the worries Arion didn't want to voice.

After fastening the necklace around his neck, he opened the tome and placed it down on his lap.

The fire inside the star cast a sufficient enough light over the pages so that Lucifer didn't need to turn on the room light. As if it already knew.

#mine #ari.writing #it's too easy to hate you and hard to love.#yay day 2 fic let's goooo 🥳#LITERALLY day before wedding. holy shit

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biromantic-nerd · 7 months ago

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Tagged by @dustorangeheartssnow

Number of stories posted to ao3: 78

Number of stories posted last year (2024) to ao3: 6 (or 5 + 1 chapter update)

Word count of works posted last year: 30,862 BUT! Since I had a chapter update, it counted that first chapter so it was actually 30,862 - 5,141 so 25,721 words in 2024

Total word count: 652, 774!!!!! Uh WHAT

Fandoms I wrote for in 2024: Merlin BBC, DC Nightwing Batman, Supernatural

Pairings: Gwaine/Merlin for one and the rest were all gen. (Love gen) [edit bc I FORGOT my Ash/Sam fic is technically a pairing]

Work I’m most proud of (and why): Okay there is one standout answer in my mind, easy. It's my "With Magic Soaking My Spine" Merlin fic. I had this idea that I loved and I thought it was far too big for me to write, but I did it anyways out of love. I poured SO MUCH love into that story. I can't believe I almost didn't post it - or write it at all - because I thought I wouldn't be able to give my idea what it truly deserved.

It is, by far, the work I am most proud of. The idea that I loved was this 'what if misunderstandings au' that I knew I wanted to make comedic but as I wrote it knew I wanted to make it so sad as well. And I am so proud of how balanced it turned out. I also set out from the story to make it a love story between friends - a dedication of sorts to platonic relationships - and I could not be any prouder of how well I achieved that goal.

I wanted to focus on tender friendships, funny misunderstandings, and heartbreaking vulnerability. And I do think I achieved that.

So no matter what sort of 'oh I wish this wasn't so clumsy' or 'I wish I had polished the transitions better' - this fic is the work I am most proud of.

And that it resonated with so many people - I just am grateful and proud. That does make me really proud. This fic has the most 'Oh I actually laughed' comments out of any of mine.

Also!! I'm really proud of "Been Waiting For The Sun" (also Merlin BBC lol) because I set out to write something that was like how I used to write and it turned out pretty imo. It had the depth I wanted, the romanticism of an internal reflection. So that one really ended up how I had wanted to, how I envisioned it. Usually my fics fall short of my too large aspirations. But that one ended up how I'd imagined it.

Work I’m least proud of (and why): Sometimes I get really embarrassed about my fics because I know they're self indulgent. (Which is okay! I know that! But it still hits me sometimes.)

I only cringe because know they could be written way way better. At the time of writing, I really was a lot better at accepting my faults and writing to write without being self conscious of my shortcomings because at least I was writing and having fun.

But the thing is!! I never want to rewrite them because they are oddly charming in how bad they are. Because you can SEE that it's just my love for the ideas that kept me going. And people resonated with that!

So in a weird way I am VERY proud of how 'bad' they are. Because they're so full of love, and I think that's something to be proud of.

I'm not going to name a fic, actually, because I AM proud of all my fics. And I know how much hard work and love I pour into writing these, and so I just can't ever throw one under the bus. No matter how embarrassed I am by myself I get, I also just... cannot pick one. I thought I could but seeing some typed was like breaking my heart what do you MEAN I'm least proud of that fic or that one when I love them so so much because they are my children

share or describe a favorite review you received: I have so many I love!! I always think of the people who are in a situation where they are not supposed to laugh but do; they are in public, they wake up their cat, it's 3am. I have SO many favorites!!! Myth and Audie's comments on "Been Waiting For The Sun" are so sweet. And there are SO MANY really insightful comments on my DC fics (dustorange dear I know you are reading this and YES! You especially!!)

But my first thought for comments is ALWAYS this one from "With Magic Soaking My Spine" bc they were reading the story and stopped to comment about this part I had thought was particularly funny and HAD TO TAKE A BREAK from it I love it.

^ That is THE comment I think about first when I think of comments I've received. I love it so much.

But here have some more faves (all from With Magic Soaking My Spine because I just love the way people comment about it lol)

A time when writing was really, really hard: These past few years!! Okay more than a few.

This is a little personal and I don't want to get into the specifics of it, but writing has increasingly been a mental and physical challenge for me. I am progressively getting dumber and dumber - this is a fact, not a fish for compliments - and so that makes writing really hard in multiple ways. Mentally and physically, it just makes things harder to write by far and those are my biggest obstacles. It's like banging my head on the wall over and over again but I WANT to write despite that resistance - and sometimes my head is like a wrecking ball that it finally breaks through the wall enough for me to do so but the process just is painful. Emotionally, I do really struggle as well and lose motivation to write, even putting aside the mental and physical barriers that make writing hard for me, because I get frustrated with myself for not being the person I thought I would be if it wasn't for my existing factors.

I think it's something most people will think they can relate to - falling short of their ideal self - but I am being very literal about this. I don't just feel like I am dumber; writing is genuinely painful for me because thinking is painful for me and so my brain just... cannot think like it used to. And is dumber as result.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Okay tmi but as I told my friends "I don't WHAT is in the water for SPN but it made me write a kink fic" (rated T though because I'm me) and I'd never ever had guessed I'd write that. But it was fun and imo a fun character study exercise.

A favourite excerpt of your writing: Okay from 2024?

When Sam re-entered the dining area, it took only a couple steps for Dean's head to swivel upwards and to the side, pin-pointing him with an intense look before his shoulders eased. Keeping his eyes on Sam, he grinned a brilliant smile and said something to Jo that made her scowl. He turned his gaze back to her as he laughed, loud and bright.

I like that because the Sam/Ash fic "The Smell of Your Hello" wasn't about Dean at all but I managed to do the brothers' intense bond justice in just the couple lines where Dean did show up.

I do like "An Ounce Of Peace Is All I Want For You"'s

The hair length looked a little familiar. With silent eyes, Dean measured it and tried to compare each strand to his Sam. It was a difficult task. These days, he often couldn't bear to look at his Sam. He counted bangs and layers and tried to match it in his head. There was a time when he could've placed each and every strand, no matter the way it parted. But now Dean looked and looked and could only visualize that maybe it was different from Sam's silhouette.

Uh of all time? Hard to say!

Maybe from "Twinges When It's About To Rain"

Today, just as it has always been in these years of doing this, he enters the room and approaches the couch. Bruce glances over the novel in his hands and then resumes reading, now with a small smile. Dick climbs onto the couch with years of practice, snuggles close to Bruce in a way that isn't possible outside this parlor room, outside of this couch so beloved to Bruce first and now beloved to Dick as well. A family heirloom of emotional attachment.

I REALLY like that last sentence. It's one of my faves.

I think - out of all time - it once again comes to "With Magic Soaking My Spine" as the winner. It's my favorite fic of mine for a reason, I guess.

"Do you ever think about the Fisher King?" Merlin blurted out. "And about how lonely he was?"

Arthur shook his head. "The Fisher King was long dead when we came upon him. He couldn't have been lonely. Merlin, is everything alright?"

"He still must have been lonely," Merlin argued even though he couldn't tell Arthur that the Fisher King had been alive only moments before Arthur had entered that room. "Being in that room, all alone, knowing he was going to die."

Arthur stood up, alarmed. "Merlin, what are you - " He stepped around the desk and raised one hand, as if to touch him.

"I think I'm lonely too," Merlin continued on, and Arthur paused. And then, gently, he let his hand come upon Merlin's shoulder like he had intended.

"I understand," Arthur said quietly.

Merlin shook his head. "I don't think you do. But I want you to."

Arthur stared at him intently, mouth pursed as he contemplated Merlin before him and his words. "Alright. Then tell me."

Having that vulnerability in my comedy fic was absolutely necessary and I think it's one of my best passages and one of my best characterizations. I can hear Merlin say it.

How did you grow as a writer last year: At the end of the year, I really tried to just embrace my writing regardless whether or not it was what I wanted it to be. I actually had some days of clarity in December where I got a lot of writing done and tried to focus on being thankful for that instead of wishing that I could do better than I am able to do.

How do you hope to grow this year: I want to write things and not hold them up to my personal standard. I used to be better at that, but it's so hard for me because I know I can do better in theory. But I will end up not posting at all if I waited until for myself to be 'better.'

It's a hard balance, but I want to try and accept my shortcomings while still trying to make things as polished as I can. I really do wrack myself over it, and I want to try and give myself the grace to be stupid. Yeah maybe there's no ending or no intro, but that's okay. Maybe I could have written this better, had I not been in the physical and mental state that I am, but I AM this way, and so maybe my writing shouldn't be on hold until I am 'better' because I'm not getting better. I don't need to be better in order to exist. Yeah, I want to give myself permission to exist in messy, stupid ways.

That being said!! I hope to grow by not giving up on myself either!! I don't want to accept that I can never try! I am ALWAYS trying!

It's such a hard balance for me, but I hope to grow by trying less and trying more - which sounds wild, I know.

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): Okay so. I do have two friends I go to and just tell them all my writing ambitions and they kindly cheerlead for me, even when it's not their fandom. But they are my cheerleaders more than them influencing me. You know, I have to go with @future-dregs bc SO many of the tag conversations we have just get me so inspired to create something. The conversations make me go '!!!!' and then I just am excited.

Anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: Yes. I'd like to say [redacted] but like. I'm already oversharing so! Here we go!

Writing about mentally ill characters tends to work in experience from my life. It's just one of those things. Writing about Dick Grayson, Sam Winchester - yeah I draw from experience.

And I was undiagnosed for a long long time (still am for some of the things) so characters that aren't ~officially~ mentally ill are my Favorite kinds. Like they are - it's canon for sure but they're not given a name for their mental illness. So I can rub my little hands together and do whatever I want.

Also "tell yourself it's never gonna happen again" is inspired from my life 😬

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Honestly dustorange said it best: "If what you want to write doesnt seem like it will have an audience and no one will want to write it but you REALLY love your idea, WRITE IT and do so with such like satisfaction and like dignity that you’re writing something truly a product of YOU and YOUR intuitions and knowledge and desires and thoughts, not just some burned-CD version of what you think some abstract Audience arbiter of popularity wants. Don’t even worry about things being popular. I know people say dont worry about that and then it is sad when your thing is unpopular or less popular and its like okay well. But its serious and its very important to not let people pick you up and move you from what you want."

But I guess my advice would also be to write whatever you want. Write the 'overdone' trope that's been done a million times. YOURS is worth writing. Get weirder. Write the fic you think no one will read but YOU want to write. Your idea seems too common? Too outlandish? Write it.

It seems not enough? Write it!!!!

You'll be amazed at yourself later. In the moment it might feel awkward or embarrassing. But when you listen to your inner self, there's something inside you that grows. It's a muscle you are strengthening. And the only way to do that is to do that! It feels clumsy sometimes trying to follow your heart, but you can practice! You can grow more comfortable with yourself!

And this is not to be confused with 'you have to come up with ideas on your own.' That is not what I mean by listening to yourself. Community is such a beautiful, fun thing, and if you get ideas from that then that's wonderful! You don't have to abstain from writing about the things you talk about with other people in attempt to 'only listen to yourself.'

But what I mean is that if you are enjoying an idea, you are thinking about it, and you find yourself wondering what that idea would look like - give into it! Give it a chance! And if you did get your idea from community discussions, please forget what the 'reception' of your idea would be like. I know sometimes I feel like my idea wouldn't live up to the hype or the intelligence that other people bring to the table. So sometimes that's scary or cringe! I get it. But that's what doing it for you means. You want to imagine what this idea looks like? Please do so. It's like trying a new flavor of ice cream. Maybe it'll be a sample, maybe you'll take home a pint, maybe you love it, maybe you think you are the only person in the world who would taste this flavor, maybe you think it should be popular but will be overlooked because of other flavors, maybe you're scared of not getting your usual flavor, maybe you convince yourself to not get ice cream at all because of it. But listen!! You can!! You CAN!!

Once I wrote a rarepair fic where I was the 2nd ever fic for that pairing. There was NO demand for that, I thought, but I wanted to write it. It's one of my favorite fics even though it's cheesy because I wrote it for me - and also personally because I feel like I did their characterizations well. Six years later as I'm checking, there are now 13 fics total with that pairing. And I just think that's neat.

My fics have moments or scenes or conversations that are so self indulgent. My friend read me for filth and once said I write the conversations I wish I could have. And it's true! That inspires a LOT of my writing! I just like to write the things I want to work through, whether that's fluff or angst or whatever.

And I think there's a lot of pressure for people to finish multi-chaptered fics but you can literally start an infinite amount of them. If you want to work on something new, you are ALLOWED! I often take YEARS in between chapter updates. Also so far only 1 (one) person has ever complained about it lol. So don't think that you have this obligation to never start something unless you know you can finish it. Start it anyways!!! So many of my favorite stories are 'incomplete' but they complete ME!!! Don't be afraid of starting! (I'm still working on that for one shots lol! It's scary thinking you won't ever finish something but you have GOT to try anyways!)

Any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: My FebuWhump fics are actually progressing really good, so I'm going to be able to participate this year! And not only participate but quite a few! I'm really surprised! And one of them, I am far more proud of than the others. I am really looking forward to posting that one! (SPN fans be on the lookout for 'A Garden Locked Up' come February 👀)

#my ramblings #woo i'm finally done! i spent a long time on this so sorry it took a little while #tw long post #writing and stuff #my writing #not described #tw cursing

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voxofthevoid · 15 days ago

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you said you didn't believe i could be brief so im choosing to reply when i am violently hungover (i can't defend myself, i'm well aware it's monday) and have no brain capacity for prepositions or articles. im p sure the rest of this ask may be kind of incoherent so i apologise in advance lmao

i've never been on the reddit forums for fic but now im nervous to go look—is the discourse....worse? better? different? when i have more emotional energy + want the rage inside me stoked for funsies i'll go take a gander and report back.

LMAO some of the antis sukuna/reader and toji/reader??? i laughed out loud. there's something here about glass houses..........🤔 what ever could it be!!!

and LOL you getting caught off guard by the selfcesters finding your selfcest is so funny. on that too, im still thinking about selfcest and im mad about it—one of your pitchfork-wielding-brainworms followed me home and I Don't Want It (the new doc is already open). idk if this will amuse you as much as it amuses me, but even if this fic ever does come to fruition, it will be so soft and gentle and all around sweet in a way that ifyh is not (even though there is a lot of tenderness in ifyh). i guess something about your gremlin sparked something in me!

as an aside: i am also generally amused by the fact that i am a realism + quietly falling in love + character exploration writer for a totally different fandom, but in your inbox i am—and i can't emphasise this enough, supremely anomalously—a scrabbling freak4freak reader. i actually don't ever really read dark fics or fics involving magic/supernaturals, and have low capacity for DD:DNE, and yet here i am. obv i read your less gory stuff but still, it's very funny to me that of all the authors i keep up w, it's you.

on my threesome fic, yes, it was painful and sisyphean but it did wrangle itself into something resembling a final work! i posted it feeling only 75% happy with it but if i didn't post it, i knew i'd be stuck agonising over it so better out than in, as shrek says lmao. i may go back and tear it up one of these days but it's too much effort to think about right now.

one of the main difficult bits was that the characters were angsting while fucking so it was hard to find a way to weave the angst in a way that either augmented the sex and/or at least didn't deflate the literal and emotional boner(s) in the room. but your currently updating nanaita + for granted, in vain actually helped w that a lot, and this plus the limbs negotiation in ifyh meant that my creature is done now—w questionable success, but i am nonetheless pleased that it's live—and out there. onwards and upwards or something like that!

re the editing thing, YEAH actually hearing you point out the amount of work it takes to edit something properly/wholly really loosened something inside of me. i'm not currently at a point where i can go back and re-read stuff i've posted without wanting to off myself every time i catch an error, but i do suddenly feel much more at ease about posting—of course it's not going to be perfect, that's what editors are for and, like you said, this is our hobby and we don't have those!

I FORGOT ABOUT YOUR MASTER IDEA DOC, damn. if i had remembered i wouldn't have asked that question bc you are Obviously the prey in this writer-idea dynamic, not the predator. and brainstorming w a friend is so rare and lovely—what a privilege (that your readers benefit fulsomely from hehehe) ♥️

also HAIKYUU IS ON YOUR TO-WATCH LIST? i fucking love haikyuu. it's my favourite show ever and if you ever do watch it, i hope you enjoy it!!! but, and this is the main Ask: do you watch/read non-dark media? i was so surprised to see you mention it was on your to-watch list, i guess based on what i (think i) know about your points of interest in jjk and the tags i've glanced at in your mcu fics. are you a very different reader from who you are as a writer? you reblogged something recently about this, about how you cannot know who someone is from the art they make, and yet i am here asking about this in this way rn whoops

ooook im looking back at the length of this ask and feeling humiliated by the bold claim i made at the beginning........if ever cared about me at all, you won't laugh.

a cursory goodbye then (i hope ur week treats u well)

—rat

I will reserve my comments (read: cackling laughter) about the length for the end of the ask. Also, I’m someone with no respect for the day of the week or hour of the day, owing to a constantly shifting schedule, so I shan’t judge your choice to imbibe some fine beverages on a Monday. May laugh at the hangover though—but hey, now we know that hungover!you can handle articles and prepositions just fine!

The discourse is…well, the best way I can describe those specific subreddits is that the topics are the same shit you’d seen on Tumblr (or even Xitter and its descendants), but the flavor is distinctly Reddit. This is interesting at times, infuriating at others—and frequently obnoxious. I’ve deleted Reddit off my phone because it was a time-sucking black hole and I currently do not have the time to feed it, but I lurked there for enough years to have gotten a good taste of the difference. If you do drop by, I’d recommend r/Ao3. Sort by hot or controversial and have…fun.

They sure are engaging in some rock-throwing contests from within those glass houses, yes. Winner gets the title of “hypocritical motherfucker supreme.”

This one also needs a cut—reply crossed 1k again 🤣

In my defense, I was thinking of the sex in that fic as “Yuuji wrangles two(2) bratty catty bottoms” and little else. Anyway, I’m glad the selfcest has Infected you—treat that brainworm lovingly. Polish its pitchfork—this is not, my typical sense of humor aside, meant to be an innuendo.

I am extremely amused by both the tone of your potential selfcest fic and the fact that your tastes apparently lean more wholesome overall. Also, while I’m never surprised by people whose tastes run the gamut from tender love to erotic horror, “i actually don't ever really read dark fics or fics involving magic/supernaturals, and have low capacity for DD:DNE” did catch me off guard—would not have guessed that based on your esteemed presence in my inbox, yes! You do come across as full-on freak4freak, though I’d say it’s less because of the fics you’ve read (you ain’t wrong that you’re familiar with my relatively (w)holesome works, with the omegaverse nanaita+goyuu being the “worst” of the lot, largely because Nanami will not let anyone forget He Is Committing Sins and Crimes) and more about how you come across. The way you talk about themes, tropes, and relationships pretty much instantly gave me “ah, my people” vibes 😂 We all contain multitudes, eh? I am extremely flattered to have caught and kept your attention though 💗

On a related note, skipping ahead a little to answer that, yes, I do read/watch/listen to non-dark media. I wouldn’t call myself a different type of reader than a writer, just that my reading (and general art tastes from the consuming end) is more varied than my writing. The medium and my mood generally determine what I favor. I grew up indiscriminately reading everything in my grandfather’s little library and then the school one, plus also watching anything I could find on TV. Even when I got into anime, I initially watched everything from shoujo romance to standard shonen. Spent a lot of my late teens and early twenties reading queer (mostly MM) romance almost exclusively.

As my tastes solidified, I’ve found that I definitely lean toward darker media, or at least darker themes, but give me interesting characters and an engaging storyline and I’ll get into nearly anything. Sports anime often suits my tastes, for instance, thus the interest in ‘em volleyball boys. But yes, in general, my writing will not give you a good idea about my tastes overall. For instance, the sex I write broadly reflects a lot of my kinks and favored dynamics, but several aspects are diametrically opposed to what I enjoy, IRL or even in reading. The starkest aspect might be that, despite writing mostly slash, I’m rarely attracted to men. Oh, and I’m a raging aromantic hermit. Regarding media tastes, I’m mostly into horror podcasts these days, and I’ve developed an aversion to romance-centric media in general. I could go on about the discrepancies forever tbh; I’ve thought about them a lot.

Congratulations once again on getting that fic out there! I think that knowing when to tinker with a fic and let it out into the wild is very useful and very necessary skill, especially for those with perfectionist or even anxious tendencies. Look away and let her run free, my ratty pal. She’ll be there when you’re ready to return without tearing your hair (or fur) out. I might be repeating myself now, but still I’m glad you found Nanami’s PoV perspective useful for the angsting while fucking aspect! And you may be amused to know I used to refer to that part of the way it follows you home as “Limb Olympics.”

GOOD. THAT IS THE CORRECT ATTITUDE. Listen, I cannot emphasize enough how time- and attention-consuming proper editing is. I have a feeling that people often perceive it the same way they perceive writing—as something anyone can do, no skill needed. And yes, anyone can do it, but doing it well and thoroughly? Hell yeah, you need skill—learned, developed, consistently maintained skill. It’s one of the most exhausting things I’ve put my mind to. There’s a reason even just proofreading costs a lot, and in every editing company I’ve worked for/with, the quality check process leaves a decent margin of error because even professional editors aren’t expected to catch every errant comma or misused preposition. I regularly spot egregious mistakes and inconsistencies in papers published by even renowned newspapers, journals, etc. Fic writers are already putting a metric fuckton of effort into writing a story. Expecting professional or near-professional editing standards from them, whether they do it themselves or via beta readers, isn’t just unreasonable, it’s downright ridiculous.

I am 😔 They hunt me down and give me no peace. But hey, at least my insanity can entertain. And Tender is indeed a gift!

Now, I regret to inform you that I am indeed laughing at you, very loudly even, but that I do it with great affection. Never change!

#i love my anons #anon #rat bruh anon

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year ago

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I finally got around to reading chapter two of Prince's Consort!

I really enjoy how you write Dabi's religious guilt in this one. At least for the other sins, indulging in them is something he needs to convince himself to do. At least those he actually knows from when he was a human. But lust is such a new concept to him, something so new and overpowering that it scares him. I really like how conflicted he is on everything.

Shigaraki is so patient with him (as patient as he can afford to be, as the prince of wrath). Is the situation good? No, not at all. But they really are making something out of it (i would say "making the best out of it" but that might be a lie).

"Little one" makes an appearance again! (It's kinda ridiculous how much attention I pay to if this is used since the alien fic).

I wonder where Shigaraki lets out his wrath? Because he makes an effort to not let it out on Dabi, despite being able to. Sure, he indulges, but not as badly as how he has shown to be able to. Hmmmm.

"He had never been held by anyone in his life." Dabi, everything I learn about your life as a human just makes me sad. And I think hating the church is a very understandable reaction, actually.

Okay, but Shigaraki calling Dabi's cold baths beyond sin is very funny actually.

Love love love the worldbuilding with Everlasting. I don't think Dabi actually believes he'd have a chance of staying there, even at this point, but it would be nice to be able to see his family again, wouldn't it. Oh well, guess he has to help Shigaraki overthrow the King and then see if there is a way. (This is a joke, I know the story isn't about that, lol)

"Shigaraki has, apparently, decided that he has also earned 'pretty'" Okay, but he thinks that of Dabi in every story. Dabi is just a very pretty guy.

I really like how much worldbuilding goes into this! Shigaraki has hurt more demons than mortals but he has caused a lot of harm in general and yet he's also so soft? I love the festival, and how you explain everything and ahhhh. Very nice.

So so much culture in this one!

Ooh, I think that Dabi and Shigaraki's shades appeared in the hall, didn't they? And Toga was kind of expecting it, that's why she immediately came running. I can't wait for Dabi to meet all of them for real.

"You look lovely like this." "Drunk?" "Smiling." My heart can't take this. How can they be so cute in a situation like this??

They're both drunk (though Dabi more so) and Shigaraki still waits for Dabi to tell him he wants him to fuck him and when he doesn't, he doesn't fuck him on his dick. It's just. I mean, it's the most basic form of respect but the fact that it's there is very nice.

Yay! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!!

Dabi is so conflicted in this one, constantly struggling with the fact he knows he needs to turn if he wants to get his revenge, but having his own very strong ties to the church and religion he's believed in his entire life. It makes it so hard for him to just give in and dealing with the lust only makes it even worse!

Shig really is trying to make this and easier transition for Dabi, which is extremely out of the norm for demons, though Dabi isn't aware of this yet (and why Shigaraki is doing that may be something we explore later 👀). But yeah, they're just sort of figuring it out as best they can

"Little one" is now on my list of favorite pet names and I cannot be stopped!

We are going to see where Shig let's loose in later chapters, so look forward to that!!

Dabi's life fucking sucked, most people's lives fucking suck if they dedicate themselves to the church. My inspiration was to create a very puritanical culture where the church literally has magic to stop people from enjoying things and oh boy was it working to plan

Toga was definitely expecting them to make am appearance and they did indeed as shades themselves in the great hall! I'm excited for Dabi to me the rest of them properly!

They are still cute because I can't help myself! Tho Shig wasn't drunk at all during that scene, some fun world building that Dabi won't become aware of until after his transition is that demons can only get intoxicated by indulging too heavily in their sin when they have their aspect, Shig drinks for the taste, which is why there's always a variety of alcohol for him at meals!

Thank you so much for commenting and I can't wait to share future chapters!

#tanco speaks #ask #asks

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mossterious · 7 months ago

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For the 2024 in review ask game, 20 and 23?

Eee yay! Thank you!

20- Share your funniest line!

Let me be so real, this one is HARD. What with my memory issues AND just me not really considering myself a funny writer. Especially not ‘one liner’ kind of funny. Like- ‘Armand doing crosswords at the threesome’ is FUNNY, but it’s not a funny line, yknow? And I can't find just one line that's funny, anyway, so we're gonna pick an entire scene. Whoops.

Anyway, I do think that the funniest scene (that I can remember) award goes to... The torture room exchange in Hands Cuffed Are Hands Held, A Person Bound Is A Person Loved!!! (Side note why are my fic names so long).

“Although, if you are set on keeping him alive for any longer, might I suggest a new location for the boy?”

“I’m not letting you move him to the torture room, Armand,” Louis said with a sigh.

“You cannot keep him locked inside of a washroom forever, love,” Armand said, simply. “And the torture room is far more spacious.”

“Yes, but people need to use the torture room,” Louis said. “He can’t just be sitting there when we need to actually torture him.”

“He wouldn’t be sitting there of we-” Armand started.

“We are not killing him yet,” Louis said.

Armand sighed.

“Besides,” Louis continued. “We haven’t told anyone about him, yet. We can’t just bring down to the torture room and have everyone act like they don’t see him.”

Armand nodded. That did, at least, make sense. However- “The torture room at The Azalea is not the only cell we have access to.”

“You want to bring him to- what, the place downtown?” Louis asked.

“No,” Armand said. “Not downtown.”

“Then where?” Louis asked.

“Here,” Armand said. “We have the cell in the basement-”

Louis sighed. “I don’t even know why I let you add that to the floorplan.”

23- If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of the year?

lol another hard one! But I think that the most satisfying moment was definitely when I finished Unlikely Hello, Unlikely Goodbye. It was the fic that made me feel like a real writer, and also holy shit that was 30 chapters??? And I actually finished writing and posting it in a 2 month period??? Holy moly??? DURING SCHOOL? All the comments and breaking into the MacGyver fandom- everything about it was just so satisfying. AND I'm working on the sequel rn!!! (Also it’s so hard to believe that Unlikely Hello is from TWENTY TWENTY FOUR. WHAT. Feels like forever ago lol.)

#ask a moss #moss' terrible horrible no good very bad writing time

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rollercoasterwords · 2 years ago

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oh!!!! happy 100k words wfrau!!!!!!! she's getting bigger (<- like you would speak of a puppy). how long is it supposed to be & how far along are you? and also... would you like to share a snippet you like (from any chapter ofc... no pressure if no it's completely understandable)? what do you enjoy the most about writing it? bc it seems like you're having fun & it's so nice to see someone enjoying a hobby so openly online... especially writing... there's this conception that writers don't actually enjoy writing (the whole 'forcing myself to write' bit) and i'm curious to hear your perspective on it!! also!!!!!! i hope moving will be easy & fun & the world will be kind to you with the change <3 i keep telling myself 2 read marx but i can't find any good translations to my native language and reading it in english is making my brain go grgrgrgrgr like an air conditioner on its last leg so alas it might have to wait... so true for liking iced drinks they're really the best!! i've heard someone say it's childish but i think they just live a very miserable hot life in the august heat drinking their hot coffee instead of putting some ice cubes in it :) it's funny you say that about fav line because it's definitely my fav fic of your writing & the ending of it is soooo beautiful i get back to it every time i need to feel something!!!!! that song line is beautiful too omg... and well the weather is hell everywhere at least the world is all suffering together :( i hope the atmosphere isn't suffering too much :/ honestly i am a big 'i would rather be hot than cold' believer because i am from a hot country so i know how to deal with the heat but you know what i'm sure the chill can also be intriguing to some... not me though... i hope the winter will be kind on you <3 thank u for letting me invade ur ask box i am creating myself a room here for now i think. anyway. love and hugs!!!! <333

hello!! she is indeed getting bigger <3 if i had to guess right now i'd say i'm maybe...possibly nearing the halfway point of the fic, plotwise? but honestly it's really hard to say lol. i've got 2 more story arcs to cover in part 3 (plus finishing the current one), and then part 4 is gonna have like...2 or 3 story arcs as well, plus an epilogue. so it just depends on how long it takes me to cover all that ground!

and yeah i'm having a lot of fun writing!! i know what u mean abt the whole "ugh writing amirite" bit that writers do lol and i'm sure i do it sometimes too...i mean i think tone varies a lot and many people who complain about writing still really enjoy the activity, but i do think there is sometimes this self-flagellating tendency amongst some writers to act like writing is meant to be this strenuous, emotionally draining activity like ur...idk sisyphus w the stone or something, and if you're writing something 'easy' or 'fun' you're somehow a lower caliber of writer than those who Nobly Suffer for their art, etc...which i think is dumb lol. suffering doesn't inherently make art any better or more noble

& thank u 4 the well-wishes w moving!! i'm mostly nervous about getting to my flight on time lol i have to go into work the literal day before i leave and then catch a train across the country at 5am the next morning 2 get 2 the airport...not going 2 be fun so i'll take all the well-wishes i can get !!

sorry 2 hear u can't find marx in ur native language :( it's hard enough 4 me 2 understand reading in my first language i cannot imagine trying 2 parse it in a second language...maybe it might be easier 2 find one of his (or engels') shorter texts 2 read? capital is a monster but i started off with a few shorter pieces ('socialism: utopian and scientific', 'principles of communism', 'wage labour and capital,' 'value price and profit') which i found helpful! also there are lots of secondary resources of other people breaking down + explaining marx's work; maybe there's a good source in your native language that could give a summary/overview of capital? there's no one right way 2 learn, it's just abt finding what works best for u!!

iced drink supremacy 4ever truly <3 me myself & i we can only enjoy a hot beverage if it's very cold outside...otherwise i am simply thinking well why would i do that 2 myself... & thank u!! happy 2 hear u like the lines!! v happy w them v proud <3 & also appreciate the well-wishes re: weather i cannot relate 2 the hot-weather preference i much prefer cold...or at least i used to i grew up in a relatively cold climate but then i moved south 4 university so at this point i'm going on 6 years of living in what is categorized as a "humid subtropical climate" & i think my winter tolerance has been all but destroyed it hardly ever drops below freezing...but hot&humid weather is still my least favorite i think i would prefer icy-cold winter + mild summer but i will be actually putting that theory 2 the test this year so!! who knows maybe my hubris will be my downfall...

& of course!! u are welcome 2 stop by + chat anytime...in my heart we are drinking iced beverages 2gether <3 also as requested here is a snippet from ch 14:

“Don’t,” he tells her, firmly, “Don’t say that. I don’t—want you involved. If they ever did anything to hurt you…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” She stares at him, eyes ablaze. “And how do you think I feel? Knowing that they only pick on you because—” her voice falters, cracking, “Because you’re with me?” Her lip is trembling again, tears threatening to spill over from her eyes. Sirius shakes his head, helplessly, at a loss for what to do.

#snippet is a bit spoilery i think...might be able 2 piece 2gether some of what's gonna happen based on it #but also might just be confusing lol #hard 2 post anything from ch 14 without giving some stuff away tho so!! out-of-context possibly-spoilers it is...#ask #wfrau

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