#coc: snippets

[courtofcrescent]

Hi!

Are we allowed to know how we can fluster our beloved ROs or do we have to wait and see?

Also, manifesting my MC curling up sleepily on Mallory's lap while he works. In front of a fire perhaps. Like a cat.

Enjoy your day :D

Hiya, dear sleepily Anon! Oh, that's easy! Here's the recipe for you~

Firstly, you just need one (1) key ingredient: MC!

Secondly, place MC in close proximity to one of our beloved ROs. A private setting is recommended for maximum result, but sometimes a public one can trigger the most feral reactions. A mix of both settings also a good trigger too for some. You could pick any, it's just a matter of taste really.

Third, once you've got your MC and your RO together, make sure the RO attention is solely focused on MC by any means necessary. For this, some are easier—like Vivian, Sorin, and E̴n̵i̶g̵m̸a̷. Some require a bit more effort—like Mallory and Ellis.

Next, you just need to—

Oh! E̴n̵i̶g̵m̸a̷? Fancy seeing you here... wait.

Wait. Wait wait wait wait—T̵h̴e̶ ̸re̶c̵i̸p̴e̷ ha̸s̵ ̷b̶e̵e̷n̵ ̴s̶t̷o̶le̵n̷

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Ah, well, um, I'm afraid I cannot continue, my dear. And just when it was getting good too... Alas, you'll have to wait and see 😌

Now! On to your manifestation:

"My Consort? Do you require something?"

You don't answer right away. No. You don't need to answer. So you just step closer and ease yourself comfortably on Mallory's big chair. And smile enchantingly at his questioning gaze.

Then with practiced grace of your station, you curl up. Your head settle into his lap like it's the most natural thing to do here. One arm tucking beneath your head, while the other lazily draped across his knee. Your eyes flutter shut.

You think you look like a cat.

An expensive, sleepy, royal cat that decided this is the perfect sunbathing spot. Or napping spot, in your case.

That makes him stills. No, not tense, you think. Just... still. Still like a stone statue. Like momentarily malfunctioning, perhaps? You don't exactly know. And you don't exactly care about it right now. After all, there are more pressing matter in your sleepy mind, like, well, sleep.

"... Shall I carry you back to your pavilion?"

You press closer in response to his whispers. A soft hum—almost a purr—escapes your throat. You think you said "no". And you feel Mallory breath hitch for a moment. You also feel him a little bit more warmer...

"... I see you've chosen me to be your bed."

Indeed you have.

You feel the slow shift of his hand as it settles gently in your hair. His fingers then begin to stroke. It's slow. It's careful. It's rhythmic. It seems like work can wait for him. Or be done with one hand, perhaps. You really don't care about that, not when his fingers feel oh so good...

"Sweet dreams, my moonshine."

Oh, you think you will.

You feel your closed eyes grow heavier. Then your scattered thoughts begin to drift. Then your hearing deepens into a comfortably quiet hum. The steady rhythm of Mallory's warm fingers becomes an anchor that pulling you deep toward a good peaceful sleep.

And sleep you are.

... While beyond the throne, beyond the dais, the Outer Court is trying very hard to look busy. Or just staring straight at you both like this: 👁️👄👁️

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Hehe thank you for the ask! Hope you enjoy your day too 🩶

[eiseryn]

BONUSES: Those Who Leave, Those Who Remain

Also posting the bonus short snippets! Some of these stories are kinda spicy LOL. Or there's implied spicy stuff.

BONUS: Deleted Scene

She changes the topic. “What kind of dreams are you having these days? Are you still thinking of what it’s like outside the city and or slums?” 

“Nah,” he says with a very charming smile, “I have a new dream now.” 

“Oh?” She tilts her head curiously at him, because he’s not outright telling her what it is like he usually does. “What is it?” 

“I’m looking at her.” 

For a few moments she thinks she’s misheard him. But he looks at her expectantly for her response and she realizes that his words were not a mere figment of her wildest imagination. 

“Where… where did you learn how to say things like that?” She finally says. 

“Rose told me you’d like it if I said something like that.” He replies simply. 

Tsk, she thinks while frowning slightly, of course he did. Rose is much too perceptive for his own good. He seems to be able to get under the skin of people very easily. 

“Did you not like it?” He lowers his head a little, and if he had any cat ears on his head, she imagines they would be pressed to his head. 

She reaches out to stroke his fluffy blue hair gently. “No, I did like it. I just don’t like how it came from Rose and not you. I like it when you are yourself and say your own thoughts.” She says, smiling. 

“But those are my thoughts.” He looks up at her, his brown eyes wide. 

Her hand freezes mid-pat from the shock. “O-oh? They are?”

He nods. “I guess Keeper heard my thoughts and asked Rose about them or something.” 

Well shit, thinks Lei, now I have to thank Rose when he gets back when I’m still frustrated with him about Ceres. Rose in general is a very frustrating person for her to deal with.

“Sorry…” She says instead, retracting her hand to nervously play with her earrings. “I was just very surprised that you would say something like that. No one… no one has said something like that to me before.”

“It’s a first for me too,” he says, reaching out to take her hand back. He gently kisses the back of her hands, his lips soft on her skin. 

She blushes and smiles just a little foolishly as she watches him. “Then I’d better not disappoint you~” 

His eyes meet hers as still holding her hand in his and she feels a little shiver run down her spine. “I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.” He smiles. 

Before, she thought she was the hunter and Vail was her prey, but now she feels like a little bird who has been caught in the sharp jaws of a cat who has made his first catch. She can only hope that when she gets devoured, he will be gentle about it.

 

BONUS: ELC Clinic 

When Lei returns to the clinic an hour and a half later, she brings with her some simple rice balls she’s made and drags Elise into the staff room. They have a table and four chairs there at the moment, but they’re going to need some lockers for storage, perhaps some hooks for coats, and hopefully a microwave. 

“Elise, do you have a name for our clinic?” Lei asks, staring at the ceiling. 

Elise needs to finish chewing before she answers. “No, not yet. Did you have a suggestion?” 

“Well, I did have an idea…” Lei starts, “if you’re alright with it, I was thinking about ‘ELC clinic’.”

Elise pauses for a little bit, processing the information, probably dissecting what the acronym might stand for, before she smiles and nods. “It sounds good to me. Let’s go with that then.” 

It will only take them two more days before their ELC clinic is fully set up and operational. Elise will hire back the workers she had at her old clinic, and Lei will be able to contact both Melissa and Leon, who luckily were both not working that day the Prism clinic was attacked. And together, they will work toward saving more lives as beacons of light in the Mertalline slums, awaiting for the day their own little beacon of light returns.

 

BONUS: Perfume (alternatively, “Pheromone”)

"What’s the smell of this?" Vail asks, his head is resting on her shoulder and thus his nose is near her neck as they're curled up together on the couch. His arms are wrapped around her waist loosely and her shoulders press against his chest. Meng sits in her lap, purring softly as Lei pets her. 

"It's mostly lavender and vanilla, with a hint of chamomile, coconut, and orange blossom." Lei replies. It's her favourite perfume, although she only gets to wear it on her off days. Now that her and Elise’s clinic is operational, she hasn't been able to really have any off days. This should change so that everyone gets one off day a week once they hire two more doctors. Well, she hopes. 

"It smells nice." He says. His cold nose touches her neck, she resists the urge to shiver. 

Lei smiles, feeling validated about her taste in perfume. “I’m glad you like it~ The name of it is 'Sweet Dream'.” 

"How fitting."

"Why? Do you dream about me?" 

"I don't need to dream if you're right in front of me." And then he nibbles at the flesh on the side of neck, just a gentle little nip. 

It doesn’t hurt, but it’ll probably leave a bit of a mark. She has to compose herself a little before she responds. “...I need to go to work tomorrow.”

This time a kiss at the place where her neck and shoulder meet. “And?” 

She shivers from the pleasure. "You used to be so innocent and sweet. I think I've corrupted you." 

"Yeah? Then are you going to punish me?" 

She laughs a little. "I would, but I think you'd like that. It isn't a punishment if you're enjoying it, now is it?"

"Then what about a reward? Haven't I been good?" 

Her hand is able to reach and gently strokes his head as his chin is still resting on her shoulder. "Yes, yes, you've been a good boy. I'm not opposed to it, but let's just stay like this for a bit longer." 

They haven't had much time to spend together like this after all. Lexi's group is always busy with their work and Vail is a primary member. As for Lei herself… She's been working everyday for the past month, sometimes even overtime. So she wants to spend some more time comfortably in his arms — a place where she feels safe and protected.

She places Meng gently on the floor around ten minutes later, who seems to give Lei and Vail a side eye before padding away with her tail held high toward her water bowl. 

"Alright," Lei says, standing up and stretching out for the ‘exercise’ that she’ll be doing, "Stress relief, right?"

Before she can make any other steps toward the bedroom, Vail stands up and scoops her into a bridal style carry. She lets out a little gasp in surprise, but she doesn’t mind being in this position at all. 

"Don't worry," he says, smiling, "I'll do all the work this time." 

Lei is unable to get out of bed after.

BONUS: Yours

When he comes to drop off Meng, she invites him to stay for lunch. He’s come all this way, so it’s only fair that she upholds the promise she made to him the day before. Besides, there are things she wants to talk to him about. So after they’ve eaten, she waits until she’s served him some tea at the kitchen table before speaking her thoughts.

"As you’ve agreed to be mine, the same applies to you as well. I’m yours now, so…” She has to pause, and her voice quietens the more she speaks, “So… please don’t throw me away.” 

“Throw you away?” He puts down his teacup and looks at her with an expression that could only be described as taken aback. “Why would I do that?”

Throughout her life, Lei has always been easily discarded. By her mother, by her ex, by Prism — she’s learned that she is so easily replaceable. 

“There are lots of other girls in this city that are better than me. Younger ones, prettier ones, more talented ones. You’ll probably discover that you can do a lot better than me.” She looks down to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. 

“If anything, I should be saying that to you.” He says. “I’m lucky enough that someone like you would even consider someone like me. If you walked off one day with a guy that’s better than me I wouldn’t even be mad.” 

“No, I would never.” She shakes her head, looking up to meet his eyes with her own. “You’re the one I want.” 

“Fuck.” He immediately looks away and holds his face away from her. 

“What’s wrong? Does something hurt?” She frowns, quickly stepping closer and tries to inspect his head.

“No, nothing hurts.” He says this, but he’s still hiding away from her. “Just give me a second.” 

She gently reaches forward and pulls his hands away from his face, expecting some sort of bleeding wound that has opened up or maybe signs of internal bleeding, but all she sees is that his cheeks are simply flushed a little pink. 

Is he being shy right now? Lei can’t help but smile at how cute Vail is being, if he was trying to cover up his blushing face.

“You won’t even get a little bit jealous? It sounds like you want to get rid of me… don’t you want me at all?” She pouts at him, in a manner that he can hopefully pick up as teasing. But there is some truth to her words as she does want the affirmation from him that she is wanted.

“I want you,” He says immediately, “Just might not deserve you.”

“Well,” She says, sliding her arm over his shoulder and neck and seating herself onto his lap. The wooden chair seems to be able to hold both their weights. “Who will really be the judge of that? Maybe if we both agree to be with each other, that’s all that matters.”

He moves his left arm to her waist to support her, and his other hand moves to rest on her bare thighs. “Yeah,” He says, “That sounds good to me.”

“Then…” She asks quietly, “Do I get to call you my boyfriend now~?” 

“You can call me whatever you want. I’m yours afterall.” He smiles at her, softly.

Fuck, now it’s her time to curse and need time to calm down. It stirs her up in all the right areas when he says things like that with a face and voice like that. 

When she finally recovers her ability to speak, she says, “And you’ll do what I want?”

“Of course.” He is still smiling. 

“You should know the same thing applies to you as well.” She tells him, leaning closer. “Just as you are mine, I am also yours. My only request to you is that I want you to stay safe so that you can come back to me. But you can request anything from me and I will do my best to fulfill them.”

“I don’t have any requests at the moment.” He says. “But I could say the same to you. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. But as for you… I will make sure that they don’t take you.”

“Yeah?” Lei smiles at him. “Are you going to protect me?” 

“Yeah,” He tightens his grip on her waist. “I will.” 

BONUS: A memory lost to space and time

“Hehe, Ceres, look at you, taking care of me when I usually take care of you~” Lei slurred as she leaned heavily on the younger girl's shoulder.

“L-Lei!” Ceres protested, desperately trying to help Lei up the stairs toward the older girl’s apartment, “you’re heavy!” 

“Sorryyyyyy,” Lei seemed to try to go up the stairs on her own, but she was veering left and right unsteadily in her heeled boots. Ceres didn’t understand why Lei would wear those deathtraps. Running shoes were much comfier and much more practical.

Ceres sighed and resumed her position beside Lei so that the green-eyed girl would not fall to her death. Immediately, Lei clung onto Ceres. Outside of the headpats Lei would occasionally give Ceres, Lei was not usually physically affectionate, until she got drunk.

“Why did you drink so much?” Ceres lamented, aloud.

She hadn’t planned on Lei to reply, but Lei seemed to be drunk enough to have her brain-to-mouth filter in absolute shambles. “The new experiment the higher-ups put me on is the worst thing I’ve ever done ‘cause they don’t even tell me anything and I don’t even get to do anything. I guess I got a little carried away ‘cause it’s my birthdayyyy.” 

After a considerable struggle, they finally reached Lei’s door. Ceres tucked her hand into her jacket’s pocket, where a small ribbon-wrapped box was safely nestled. She hadn’t gotten the chance to give it to Lei at the bar and now the night was over, so she would have to do it now.

Well, but first, she needed to make sure Lei didn’t choke on her own vomit, so she followed Lei into the apartment, helped her wash off her makeup, and made sure there was water on her nightstand drawer. 

“Thank youuuu~” Lei slurred once again, once she was tucked into bed in her pajamas, which was a very flimsy slip of a night dress. She might have been present when Lei purchased this particular one, actually. 

“Good night~ Get home safe~” Lei said and reached out her hand.

Instinctively, Ceres bent her head down and thus her hair was gently stroked. Ceres leaned into the touch; it was now something familiar and comforting to her. And something about it felt nostalgic. 

Ceres was about to leave until she put her hand in her pocket and felt the shape of the box. Oh no, the gift! She thought, before turning back to stand right in front of Lei’s bed. 

“Hmm? Not leaving, yet?” Lei’s flushed face had a somewhat wolfish smile to it and her voice was very teasing. “Did you want to join me?” She patted the space on the bed beside her.

“N-no!” Ceres immediately protested, her voice uncharacteristically loud. “I-it’s not that…”

Lei blinked a few times, her alcohol-ridden brain clearly trying to process the information. She sat up in her bed and tilted her head at Ceres. “What is it then?” 

“T-this…” Ceres took the box out from her pocket and held it out to Lei. “Here…” 

Lei gently took the box from Ceres’ hands and held it in her hands for what felt like a long time. Her fingers fumbled a few times, but she eventually unraveled the light green ribbon and opened the magnetic lid. Sitting in a bed of cushioned black velvet was a silver chain attached to a diamond-shaped emerald pendant.

Ceres’ voice was quiet, barely audible above the constant hum of the city. “I didn’t know what you’d like… but I know you like fashion so… I asked the shopkeeper for recommendations. I thought this would match your eyes.” She was playing with her fingers shyly now, afraid to see Lei’s expression. 

But since Ceres was looking down, she didn’t see how Lei stood up and enveloped Ceres into a fierce and tight hug. Ceres simply stood there, absolutely still and frozen with shock. 

“Thank you.” Lei whispered, her voice had grown soft, which was uncharacteristic of her drunken self. “This is the best present anyone has given me.”  

Lei let Ceres free of their hug and smiled. “I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend.” 

Best friend?!? No one had ever called Ceres their best friend before… how nice it sounded to her ears. It made her feel happy, but also inexplicably sad for some reason. 

“No… I’m the lucky one.” Ceres mouthed, and this time her voice was so low in volume you couldn’t even call it a whisper. 

Lei didn’t seem to hear, and simply turned around, brushing her short black and green hair to one side. “Can you put it on for me? I don’t think I have the dexterity for it right now.” 

“You’re going to wear it to sleep?”

“Of course~” Lei said, “I only plan to take it off when I shower or when I’m working with chemicals~ After all, it is an important gift from you. Wearing it will make it seem like you’re always with me~” 

Ceres took the necklace from the box, and with her small, careful fingers, unfastened the silver clasp. She looped it around Lei’s neck and secured it in place.

Lei walked to her vanity mirror, carefully inspecting the necklace at her throat, although Ceres wasn’t sure how much cognitive function she had at this point. “You’re right, Ceres, it does match my eyes. You have good tastes after all~” 

Your eyes are prettier than the gem, Ceres thought. But she could never say something like this aloud. 

Lei returned to her bed and tucked herself under the covers once more. 

“Thank you, Ceres~ Good night~” Lei said. “See you… tomorrow…” Her voice drifted off as she sunk into the sweet embrace of sleep. 

Ceres sighed softly, but she smiled at Lei, glad that the gift she chose was well-liked. There were other things she wanted to say, but seeing that it would fall on deaf ears, Ceres began to leave the apartment. 

Tomorrow, Ceres thought, I will tell her tomorrow.

But little did either of them know… that this event would be a memory lost to space and time. And that “tomorrow” they both anticipated would never come.  

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Bonus 1: Deleted Scene - an alternative scene for how that dinner scene might have played out. I thought it was too rizzy for Vail but I think it's a cute idea so I included it like as a fanfiction.

Bonus 2: ELC Clinic - the name for Elise and Lei's clinic. I wonder what the acronym might stand for? (E = Elise, L = Lei, and C = Ceres). I imagine they hired Leon and Melissa who both do night shifts haha. Elise and Lei do uh a lot of shifts as co-owners but hopefully more day shifts. Lei does the scheduling but Elise sometimes shows up anyways, much to Lei's chagrin.

Bonus 3: Perfume/ Pheromone - lmao another spicy one. I make Vail x Lei a little spicy but I mean it is what it is. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone right. I think Lei's really into physical intimacy and Vail does what she likes 💅

Bonus 4: Yours - Minorly spicy but also they finally establish their relationship here CUZ THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT IT IN THE CAMPAIGN LMAOOOO (to be fair it's hard to cuz campaign) SO I DECIDED THEY WOULD DO THAT IN MY WRITING!!! This hopefully makes Vail officially Lei's man cuz Lei deserves to have a firm relationship status 😤😤😤 No situationships for my best girl Lei! It features some of her sad low self esteem though T_T she has been beaten time and time again but she and all people are deserving of love.

Bonus 5: A memory lost to space and time - THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE. THERE'S SO MUCH ANGST IN THIS BECAUSE NEITHER OF THEM KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT. They both expected something that did not come true... they both had anticipations that were never fulfilled... It also reveals the necklace Lei wears on her neck and Ceres (M) in the future will wear is one that Ceres (orig) gave to her :3 As her 32nd birthday gift. Featuring more drunk! Lei which is one of my fave Leis to write. She's so clingy and affectionate when she's drunk she's adorable 😭

[xcherryerim]

Can you please write another silly little "Josh Multiverse" snippet where they all make fun of Futterman.

...until he shows them his massive coc-

Josh hutcherson character multi verse would go something like this pt.3 :

idk how i could write that 😭 but i feel like this is how the scene would play out:

Futturman aimed at Derek btw. In my head Josh has a frenemies relationship with him.

Derek was sent to the hospital after this.

Billy caught the moment on camera and showed it to the rest. They promised to use this as blackmail in case is needed. (They don’t trust Derek.)

[bookish-bogwitch]

Hello! How is everybody feeling post-COC? Exhausted? Triumphant? A little empty or lonesome? COC drop is real. Take care of yourselves.

Here on this final Wednesday of the year is a last hype post for Basil Pitch's Diary. In the grand tradition of Bridget Jones, I'll post the first real chapter on New Year's Day, with regular updates for at least ch 1-8.

Below the cut, tags and a snippet from summer after seventh year.

SATURDAY 20 JUNE Spells cast countless, friends let down 2, cherries popped 0. 8 p.m. South Western Railway. Entire countryside packed onto train. Apparently I was not the only person planning to celebrate the solstice grinding on strangers in a windowless box.  My mobile buzzed. Niall. Text when you get here or we’ll never find you. It’s insane. There’s always Midsummer festival in the village, I texted back. The Morris dancers are quite good. baz this is dev your coming here your going out your getting your cock sucked end of story not by me the sucking i mean srsly gtf here Calm down, I replied. I’m two stops from Waterloo. Checked self out in train window. Wondered if glitter was too on-the-nose for a vampire—had used a heavy hand with Mordelia’s roll-on. Shirt was deep pink, with dark ivy twining chest like an Oxbridge library: elite and climbable. 

Thank you for the tags the past couple weeks, @alexalexinii @facewithoutheart @ic3-que3n @theimpossibledemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @nausikaaa @thewholelemon @aristocratic-otter @alleycat0306 @forabeatofadrum @youarenevertooold @artsyunderstudy @run-for-chamo-miles @larkral. Tagging @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @skeedelvee @moodandmist @hushed-chorus @chen-chen-chen-again-chen.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Somewhat More than Six Sentence Sunday!

Thanks so much for the tags this morning, @nightimedreamersworld and @larkral! I really appreciate everyone who’s been tagging me the past couple of weeks—I love seeing what everyone’s been writing and creating!

This is an unasked-for sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, the one and only fic I managed for COC this year 😬. If you read it, you know it ended on a surprisingly high note after Simon blew Baz’s side of the room up, and in this snippet he’s hard at work scrubbing it down. Baz is hard at work ogling him:

Snow’s working on the walls right now—I pointed out that scrubbing the floors only to pour dirty water down onto them again was a fool’s errand, and for once he seems to be listening. He’s been in shockingly high spirits in spite of the mess and destruction. We put in a request with Housing for a new bed, but with the influx of new students, we’re last on the list. (I also suspect that after putting up with our shenanigans for the past seven years, the beleaguered Mrs. Smickley would have Snow and I last on her list regardless.)(This is unfortunately not the first piece of furniture she’s had to replace in our room.) At any rate, I’ve spent the last two nights blissfully curled up in Snow’s bed, surrounded by the scent of him if not his physical presence. Snow has slept on the floor and, to his credit, has made no complaint, although I did notice he seemed a little creaky on the way to the en suite this morning.

He’s going to be the death of me. I always knew he would be, but somehow I’d imagined a more bloody, dramatic end in battle, not the ignominious case of vapors I’m afflicted with every time he stretches up to reach a corner of the ceiling and lets his shirt rise up above his waistband.

I hope everyone’s week is off to a great start! No-pressure tagging: @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @valeffelees @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @theotherhufflepuff @ionlydrinkhotwater @ivelovedhimthroughworse @iamamythologicalcreature @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @fatalfangirl @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart @that-disabled-princess @thewholelemon @j-nipper-95 @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @imagineacoolusername @martsonmars @letraspal @palimpsessed @raenestee @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @stardustasincocaine @captain-aralias @alexalexinii @wellbelesbian @supercutedinosaurs @aceumbrellaheroes @whogaveyoupermission @onepintobean @c0nsumemy5oul

[heavybreathingcatt]

hi there -- i had complimented you work before, but after finding myself in another borderlands kick, ive now reread WAW (for the fourth time, at least in it entirely. ive read my favorite snippets all the time) but this story is just so important to me - i love it, the lore you add is so masterful as well as your deciption of abuse. its never linear, there's often not "the perfect victim." I can't think of many stories that display this in such a way I feel seen then .... a borderlands fic i read almost 5 years ago. truly i can't wait to see what work you do in the future (signed someone that's read cost of canon despite someone who is not into spiderverse)

rereading it has been developing an au of an au -- au-ception right? something along the lines of timothy sending angel to sanctuary when tania had attacked at ellies (maybe even have her take nyx and crake, i often forget they aren't canon and their deaths hit so hard to this day)

thank you for your beautiful writing, im wishing you all the best in the future!

You've dont something I've never done. Read WAW in its entity. Yep. Never read all of it. Maybe up to chapter 36 once.

Ahaha was it the movie that put you back in the BL kick? I've not seen it, but I've seen the disaster vibes it's giving off. Thank you. When I reflect on WAW, what I'm most proud of (and what I enjoyed the most) is the lore, the world-building, and the OCs.

To know others enjoy this enough to reach out and let me know years later makes me grin like an idiot. So thank you :3 And thanks for reading COC even though you're not a Spidy fan! I have to finish that, but as I got to the last chapter, Hot Girl Summer hit here in Australia, so I was busy with that. I BOUGHT A PLACE! So my hyperfiction atm has been DIY projects and fixing it up. I now own a Drill. Every bi-girl should own at least one drill. I have not touched fandom in about 9 months or written anything since these developments, but alas, the ADHD fixation will move on from DIY and land back on fandom, and I'll return to the WAW sequel and SpiderDads.

I clearly have a type for sad, murder dads. I enjoyed watching TRAP last night. Hello, Josh Harneet, it's been a while. Also, M Night, hire a screenplay writer and editor challenge: failed.

It's been said before, but if you've not seen it, you can always write WAW aus or whatever spin-off you like or adapt the WAW lore. Everyone loves two cakes, and I don't gatekeep.

Thank you again anon, its been nice reflecting on WAW on my working from home day :D

[prettygoododds]

Thanks for the tag @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @artsyunderstudy & @nightimedreamersworld

Whooo it’s been a hot second since I’ve done one of these. Hope everyone survived COC.

I initially planned on taking a break until after the first of the year, but… I’m one stinkin chapter away from finishing Catastrophic Blues and wouldn’t it be nice to have one less WIP going into 2024 before adding another WIP due to the COBB? Yeah, I thought so too.

All that to say, I'm working on the final chapter with the hope of posting this Friday. Here's a snippet:

Simon doesn’t wait for me to say it twice, he tackles me into the sofa and kisses me like we haven’t got all night. His hands digging into my hips, and his teeth bruising my lips. I missed this, the weight of him on me, the way he kisses like he needs it to live.

I always thought I needed him to treat me like glass, but really, I just needed to trust that he wouldn’t break me.

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[iamamythologicalcreature]

Six Sentence Sunday Finds Some Art

Thank you for the tags @ic3-que3n, @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, and @artsyunderstudy!

I posted chapter one of my very first fanfic ever on November 30, so it's been a minute since I last posted a snippet for Sunday. Right now I have chapter one up on AO3, with an amazing illustration by @bubble-gumhead. I haven't been editing yet on Chapter 2, but only because I'm diligently plugging away at the rough draft for the entire thing. I just entered the final stage of the story last night, and I'm pretty excited about it. XD

Here are six lines (actually six, for once) from Chapter 2, Simon's POV:

I hold my phone’s torch up, and the bright light gleams against the glossy finish of the paint. It’s… Well I’m not that into art, not like this kind of art, but this is really good, isn’t it? This feels like quality. And the guy in the painting— Christ, it feels wrong to even think of him as ‘the guy’— the gentleman in the painting is looking at me like he’s daring me to keep staring. How do some artists do that? It’s like they steal a little life and mix it with their paints so the portrait keeps a bit of spark.

Simon, gaining new appreciation for classic portraiture. XD

A tiny update about me and hello's under the cut!

I've been super behind on just about everything lately. >.> I managed to get my CORB chapter posted (linked above), which was a breathless race all the way to the finish line LOL And I've been doing COC every now and then (3 so far). With everything that's going on, writing and drawing and Christmas and... Well, I'm giving up the ghost on catching up on old WIPsday posts (because I'm weeks behind). :-( But this will allow me to better keep up with current posts, today and onward! So please keep tagging me on things, because I love seeing what everyone is up to.

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[valkyrie-rolls]

Introductions!

Hello! I’m your friendly tumblr-hood chaos enthusiast! I do all sorts of creative things. Don’t be afraid to send me a prompt or idea in an ask!

Name: Valk

Age: 18

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Favorite TTRPG Games: Dungeons and Dragons, Call of Cthulhu (It’s been a while since I played CoC though!)

- Things I Create -

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Homebrew for D&D

My OCs

Note Organizing Systems (For College and TTRPG purposes!)

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Retellings of Absurd/Funny Moments

Schedules

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Sketches of Characters

The Occasional Fanfic

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[courtofcrescent]

Just need some angsty 👉🏻👈🏻

If MC was involved in a incident that left them badly hurt/hospitalize, What would the RO's do if they finally found the person bragging how the MC was an easy target and wasn't that hard to beat up.?

Ah, this delicious ask did grace my message box 😆

I got you, Angsty Anon! Their reactions would depend on which stage of relationship they're currently now... But let's assume a quite deep one for this, yes? 👀

Do beware of the violence.

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Who, in Luxen's name, would dare to harm the royal consort of a bloody conqueror?

The third most important person in all of Luxendis?

Well plenty, of course.

The royal consort stands quite high on the list of assassination targets, that is true. But to brag about their heinous act? To boast it in questionable taverns and darkened alleyways about how easy it was? How easily they made a royalty bleed? And for it to come from a mere commoner?

That is not just an offense.

It is an insult.

And to add salt into the wound, it also isn't difficult to find them. Intel—gossip, hearsay, grapevine—trickles like poison through the court, from the underworld's veins straight into the heart of the crown. The attacker has made a foolish show of their cruelty to the drunk slurred audience. And in Luxendis, shows are always watched.

It is precisely as the final words leave their lips. Their laugh, their sneer, their arrogant retelling of "How easy to make you bleed", that they are found.

By the one who loves you—

—MALLORY

Noble or not, powerful or powerless, that person is no longer a person once Mallory lays eyes on them.

Under brutal questioning, they would be carved down to the truth of their cowardice. That unlucky soul would closely witness the might of Mallory d'Astrum. And they'd definitely get a very intimate taste of his blade. His sword is fierce and deadly as he strikes. It delivers vengeance the way he delivers love—deeply, wholly, and without restraint.

The attacker does not die with honour, Mallory ensures that. They die with fear. A fitting echo of what they gave you.

"You hurt my consort," he states the final verdict as his blade pierces through their flesh. "Your punishment is death, and I'm your executioner."

—VIVIAN

They would beg for death when Vivian finds them. They would scream for death when she begins her work.

She separates skin from meat and meat from bone with terrifying precision. But they would not be dead. Yet. She keeps them alive because duty demands it. So she makes sure they feel what they made you feel—pain and powerlessness. Limb by limb. Over and over.

And when it's done, Vivian delivers what's left of them to Mallory. Still breathing, of course. But they'd no longer scream. There would only be a pathetic whimper. A single broken plea of forgiveness. A plea that falls into deaf ears.

"Actions," she says in frighteningly calm voice, "have consequences. This is yours."

—ELLIS

Everything has a price. And everything have a thing or two that bolsters its value... or ruins it.

Under Mallory's permission, Ellis want to be the one who grants that ruin. He wouldn't need to lift a blade for that, no. He simply lift a finger. And the attacker's world crumble in a single day. Markets abandon them. Taverns close its doors. Friends turn their back. Their home, everything that they cherished, burns.

And when they are destitute, delirious, and desperate, Ellis would find them. He smiles invitingly and offers his hand... then binds their wrists in golden cords and presents them prettily to Mallory like a confiscated asset.

"Does it hurt to be destroyed?" he murmurs in their ear like a loving lover. "Yes? Good! Then maybe you have finally learned your lesson."

—SORIN

An eye for an eye, that is what Sorin's great-uncle taught her. And Sorin is nothing if not a dutiful student, even in her grief.

She would never ever leave your side. Not for any single moment. So if Mallory's justice doesn't find the attacker first, Sorin's trusted servants would move in her stead. A classic Flaveny warning as they send artists, ones who know how to recreate pain without ending life. Ribs broken in the same count. Cuts traced along the same lines. Everything is mirrored, measured, and nearly perfect.

They are then locked in, trapped in a living repetition, until Mallory—or Vivian—comes for the final perfection. For the final act of retribution.

"My beloved suffered," she whispers, tears still fresh as she clutches her servant's report. "So they have too."

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—E̴N̵I̶G̵M̸A̷

Who dares to touch you?

Who dares to hurt you?

Who dares think someone can bleed you and walk away?

They—

They laughed.

They said your name like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

But they didn't know. They didn't understand.

They didn't understand that you're not unclaimed.

That you are mine.

And now they are quiet.

T̷h̶ey̸'̵r̷e ̸g̴o̸n̷e̴ when they finally understand.

Gone like a fle̵e̶t̵i̵n̷g̶ ̶dr̷e̸a̷m̴.̴ ̴

W̴i̷t̸h̴ ̶th̴e̸i̴r th̷r̷o̷a̴t̸ w̸IdE̴ ̸O̸P̷e̶N̵.̶ ̵

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It's not as angsty, yes, buttt where's the fun if I show all the cards here? You could experience it yourself in the demo 😉

Thank you for the ask 🩶

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Happy Six Sentence Sunday! Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for tagging me last week :)

I recently finished reading the Area X trilogy by Jeff Vandermeer (Very Good series) and I really liked his use of 2nd person pov in the third book, it was very effective at getting me to empathize w a character who in the previous books had been mostly a mystery. So I wrote a little fic for the coc in 2nd person to try it out, here's a snippet:

Baz sits in the chair beside the sofa, watches your tail as it whips restlessly. He used to sit on the same cushion as you. Then the one next to you, then the arm of the sofa at your feet. Now the chair. You wonder how long until he's sitting in the kitchen on the weekends. How long until he can't stand to be in the same room as you?

Bonus snip, I woke up the other day with a different fic on my mind and frantically opened the google doc to put down:

I haven't done one of these in so long but hello friends! I hope you're well :) @excalisbury @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @mostlymaudlin @dragoneggos @wellbelesbian @ileadacharmedlife @stitchyqueer @sillyunicorn and anyone else who'd like to participate very late on a Sunday lol

[newtabfics]

So you guys might end up getting some snippets of the CoC campaign my friends and i are doing cuz our characters...actually no. Specifically my HUSBANDS character is just too much amd has resulted in us scaring the two citizens weve met with her rifle stroking and disguised herself as a rat to talk to the rats like fucking Kronk. All while attempting to seduce my character.

[alienssstufff]

I can't help but ask what you were thinking when jrwi asked for you to draw the Galloway map! Were you interested in jrwi at some point :0

[this is gonna be really freaking long and emotional i am so sorry] Dude I was scared shitless.

like back in august when Charlie (and JRWI by proxy) were looking for artists for the BITW coc campaign, I replied under his tweet with my stuff Mainly for funzies (was egged on by moots) thinking he'd never actually pick me (there were SO so many good artists under that post ain't no way...)

.... and then he DID

like I wish I could fully emphasize how much that gig means to me imagine: one of my favourite CCs ever, from one of my favourite podcasts EVER, liked MY art and talked to ME to essentially be an environmental concept artist (which is like.. my dream job btw) for HIS campaign??

my monday afternoon that day exploded

and I felt so bad for him too ttwtt - ok - to Charlie our interactions were probably just like any other time commissioning an artist but for me I was mentally in the TRENCHES (in both a good and terrifying way). For someone with really, really, really horrible social anxiety I'm eternally grateful for his patience putting up with my awkwardness - he is seriously one of the most kindest people in the world ;_;

It was so nice hearing Charlie's ideas for the campaign and letting me build on top of it - it rly shows how important that campaign in particular and dnd as a whole is to him and the rest of the council and I feel so blessed to have been a part of that process >w<

I still have small notes lyin around, I can share small behind the scenes snippets if yall want :>

ngl I was about to apply as the map artist again for the main Riptide campaign but was too busy at the time O(-(

I didn't get to talk to the rest of the boys before, if in the chance we were to cross paths again in the future ever I'd love to work for them again (if I am ever that good to) (if they'd have me)!

As for that second half of your ask anon - wwhwhw yes I am interested in JRWI. Already have been in on Riptide and did some fanart at least but I'm a few episodes behind ahfvlsdkfhvb (somewhere in the 90s also without spoiling someone PLEASE tell me if or if not the mf 7hour long ep 100 is the finale im getting scared). I've been wanting to listen to the other patreon campaigns *Im scratching clawing at the walls on PD let me INNN* real bad but idk if my neurodivergent ass could keep focus on maintaining a subscription and catch up in time,, know that i want to tho!

[johnwgrey]

Hello friends and happy sunday!

I couldn't find a quote in the books for the "first snow" COC prompt so I decided to write a fic instead. Here's a short snippet from it that @martsonmars bullied me into sharing.

Simon's hand is warm on my shoulder and his breath hot on my cheek. "I know you're awake. Don't make me lick your ear." I try to groan but it comes out as a laugh. A very tired laugh. "Why are you being impossibly annoying at" — my hand snickers out of warmth and comfort only three thick duvets can provide to find my phone — "six in the morning? What the fuck Simon? Come back to bed!" My dear, dear, absolute lunatic of a husband shakes his head, his grin impossibly wild. "Babe, it's snowing!"

It's been a while since I shared anything I've written and I feel a bit shy. I hope it's not too terrible/that you guys like it!

Thank you to all of you who have continually tagged me when I had nothing to share and thank you for today's tags @artsyunderstudy and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep

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[facewithoutheart]

Thanks to @ionlydrinkhotwater & @martsonmars for the tags 🥰😘 my reblog of Marta’s post was my 5,000th which feels right.

I started out this month doing nanowrimo and decidedly not doing COC. And I refused to finish nanowrimo so anyways here’s a WIP for today’s COC prompt: side ships/alternate ships (why did I think I wasn’t going to write a cursed ship??? It’s my brand.) It’ll be up by the end of the day but sharing a snippet as a teaser.

They say it takes the death of a parent to truly grow up.

Over grass and rocks, across the wooden bridge, through the inner gates, and straight on to the White Chapel where Simon slaps Davy’s wand out of his hand, grabs him by the neck and pushes him against the back wall.

(What do they say about a man who kills his own father?)

Oh hey, yeah. Let’s stick with a theme: Simon and Baz fuck other people. Here’s another cursed ship WIP:

Baz certainly seems to be enjoying [redacted]’s muscles, with the way the back of his hand rubs against [redacted]’s abs. I suck my stomach in, for a second, before releasing the breath with an annoyed pfff.

“Are you ok?”

My eyes snap up. Baz’s back faces me but he’s catching my gaze in another mirror. His lips turn down.

I’m ruining his first time without even trying.

Tags & hugs to @sillyunicorn @urban-sith @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @stardustasincocaine @captain-aralias @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @moodandmist @johnwgrey @takitalks @jbrrring @excalisbury @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @tea-brigade (congrats on making it through nanowrimo!!) @cutestkilla @creepyspice @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch (extra hugs for you) @bazzybelle @gekkoinapeartree @dragoneggos @letraspal @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @nightimedreamersworld @messofthejess @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @stitchyqueer @castawaypitch @erzbethluna @whogaveyoupermission @hushed-chorus @katmiscellanious @larkral @yeonjunenby @nausikaaa @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @stillgeekingout @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @thewholelemon @raenestee

[prettygoododds]

Thanks @thewholelemon for the tag

I’m panicking a bit because I just realized posting for COC starts tomorrow and I have definitely not gotten enough prompts done nor have I worked on my other two wip. Ive instead stared at my laptop wishing the thoughts in my head would magically turn into pretty words without me doing anything. And that’s not happening so cue the panic

Anywho, a few words did make it to paper ( or the screen… whatever). Here’s some for Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin

“Could one of you storm out and threaten to never play on the ice with one of us again?,” Simon jokes, giving me a wink before continuing on. “Baz had a full on meltdown on the way here and we need to justify it.”

“Shove off,” I tell him, and literally shove him into the closest lockers. He rights himself too fast and is up and pulling me to him by my waist before I can protest. I look around nervously, wondering where the line is. Is this it? A elongated hug maybe? Pecks on the cheek?

“Relax, babe,” Simon whispers in my ear. “They don’t care. And if they did.. I’d beat them up.”

I laugh even though I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it as a joke.

And a little snippet of the COC prompt I’m working on

“You gonna tell me how you got a split lip?” He asks me, looking anywhere but at me. His long, black hair is piled up on top of his head. Looks like a birds nest, but I can’t stop staring at it.

“I didn’t start it, if that’s what you’re asking,” I say. He just hums in response, taking another bit of his sandwich. “I also didn't end it.”

That finally makes him look at me.

“Oh?”

“I told you, I don’t want to blow the sweet gig I have a picking up rubbish with some posh twat,” I tell him. He looks skeptical. I bump his knee with mine and continue. “Used my words instead.”

“And they say you can’t teach an old dog new trick.”

“He did get one hit in, wouldn’t say it was a complete success.”

And that’s all she wrote. Literally.

**EDIT** I’ve just been informed by @dohrnaira and @rimeswithpurple that posting doesn’t start until Saturday. Imma a dork

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