#one shot snippets of a bigger story

[anamina0]

Echoes

Part I , Part II , Part III , Part IV, Part V , Part VI, Part VII , Part VIII

Summary: By not telling Vi, you are betraying her. By telling Vi, you are betraying best friend. There is no winning here.

Warnings/themes : angst , trauma , mentions of death , smut , nsfw (+18) , face riding, fingering, swearing

Word count: 6.1k

You’d been obsessing over it for days now. The thought clawed at the back of your mind, refusing to leave you in peace. No matter how much you tried to push it aside, Vi’s story gnawed at you, whispering echoes of something you didn’t want to face. It was too familiar—too eerily close to what Faye had once told you. You tried convincing yourself it was just coincidence, that your imagination was running wild, but deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself. Not because you were paranoid, but because facing the truth meant making choices you weren’t ready for. You didn’t want to betray Vi. Whatever was growing between you two—it felt fragile, precious, and you didn’t want to lose it. But this… this discovery could destroy everything. It terrified you. Still, pretending everything was fine felt even worse. Every time you looked at Vi, guilt twisted in your gut. You couldn’t lie to her, not while the questions burned in your chest like a wildfire. You had to find out the truth about her sister, no matter how dangerous it was or what it might cost you.

But asking Vi outright? That wasn’t an option. She’d see through you in a heartbeat, and if your suspicions were wrong, it would shatter her trust. No, you had to do this alone. Someone in Zaun had the answers, and you’d find them—no matter how long it took. And so, you started to pull away from her. Slowly. Carefully. You told yourself it was better this way, that creating some distance would make things easier for both of you. But the ache of it nearly broke you. Ignoring Vi wasn’t just an emotional wound—it felt like a physical one, gnawing at you from the inside out. Every glance you avoided, every touch you refused—it all hurt like hell. Yet you couldn’t let yourself face her, not when everything about her presence reminded you of the truth you didn’t yet have.

The bar became your hunting ground. The smoky, dim-lit room was alive with murmurs and clinking glasses, the perfect cover for your search. You paced behind the counter, ears straining for any snippet of conversation that might lead you to what you needed. Every so often, you’d grab a tray and wander between the tables, serving drinks and feigning indifference. This was Zaun. Someone always talked too much if you gave them the chance.

It wasn’t until you set down a round of cheap whiskey at table five that you caught something promising.

“Now she’s acting all high and mighty, like she’s too good for us,” a burly man grumbled, puffing out a cigar.

“Bullshit,” his friend shot back. “She’s still one of us. Always will be.”

“She used to be everywhere, you know? Drinking, fighting, playing cards at every dive in Zaun. Now she’s just… gone,” the first man spat, as though the thought physically disgusted him.

The name stopped you cold. Sevika. You’d heard whispers about her before.

“She’s still a regular at Bordelle,” the second man added, smirking. “You think she’s really gone straight? Nah, she’s just playing a bigger game now.”

“From Silco’s muscle to some fancy council member. Talk about an upgrade,” a third man muttered, taking a swig from his glass.

“More like a downgrade, if you ask me,” the first guy grunted. His eyes flicked to you then, sharp and suspicious. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Forget something?”

You froze for a moment, but quickly plastered on a smile. “Oh, no,” you lied smoothly, tilting your head like you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m just new around here, and I’ve heard that name—Sevika. She seems important. Thought I’d ask who she is.” Your voice was light, your smile flirtatious, and it worked.

The man chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Important’s one word for it. She’s a legend ‘round here. Used to be Silco’s enforcer, now she’s on the council. If there’s something going on in Zaun, Sevika knows about it. Hell, she probably started it.”

Bingo. If Sevika was as well-connected as he said, she’d know who Vi’s sister was—and maybe more.

“Thanks for the tip,” you said sweetly, flashing a quick smile before retreating to the bar.

Your mind was racing. Bordelle. That was your next move. If Sevika was still a regular there, you’d find her. But the thought made your stomach twist. Bordelle wasn’t just any bar—it was an underground den of vice, a place where no one asked questions and everyone had something to hide. How the hell were you supposed to find someone like Sevika in a place like that, especially when you didn’t even know what she looked like?

It didn’t matter. You had to try. For Vi. For what you had with her. For yourself.

No turning back now.

Just like that, an hour later, you found yourself standing outside the bordello. Your heart pounded in your chest, hands clammy from nerves. You had no plan—no strategy—just a goal that led you straight to this place. With a shaky exhale, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room swallowed you whole. It was dark, like walking through shadows, with thin strands of colored light spilling from the cracks of half-closed doors. The air itself felt heavy, thick with whispers and quiet laughter, distant moans blending with muffled music. It was quiet and loud all at once, a contradiction that somehow made sense here.You kept moving, your footsteps soft on the velvet-carpeted floor as you passed by room after room. For a moment, it felt like you were trespassing—each door you passed hid lives you weren’t supposed to see. But you couldn’t turn back. There was no other way.

“Need some help, pretty girl?”

The voice behind you made you freeze. You turned, heartbeat skipping as a figure approached. She was tall—almost unsettlingly so—her dark purple hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She wore a sleek black dress, the kind that hugged her frame and split high up her thigh, showing just enough to tease. Her blue eyes were striking, almost mischievous, as they roamed over you, taking you in. She didn’t stop until she was impossibly close, the scent of her perfume enveloping you.

“I do need help,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You leaned in just enough for your lips to brush her ear.

Her mouth curled into a smile, slow and knowing. “Whatever you need,” she purred, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder before trailing it down, the touch searing and deliberate. Then she dipped closer to whisper back. The low rasp of her voice sent chills down your spine.

“Not that kind of help, though,” you said with a sly smile, not breaking eye contact as her face hovered near yours. “I’m looking for someone.”

Her gaze sharpened, but her smirk remained. “Oh, darling,” she teased, “everyone’s looking for someone. That’s how they end up here.” She didn’t back away, didn’t make this easy.

“I’m looking for Sevika,” you pressed.

Something flickered behind those bright blue eyes. She recovered quickly, forcing herself into nonchalance, but you didn’t miss the pause.

“Oh,” she muttered softly before pulling back with another smile—still playful, though not as confident as before. “She is a regular of ours.”

Your chest tightened at her casual tone, as if Sevika was just another client rather than the person you were desperate to find. The woman tilted her head, inspecting you again, as though weighing her options.

“So,” she purred, circling you like a predator, “if I tell you where to find her, what’s in it for me?”

Your face fell. You didn’t have anything to offer—nothing valuable, anyway. Her expression said as much. For a second, you swore she enjoyed watching you flounder. Then, gathering what little boldness you had left, you took a half step closer.

“Come on,” you said smoothly, biting your lip just enough to sell the flirtation. “It wouldn’t kill you to help a pretty girl like me, would it?”The line usually worked on men—easy, predictable men—but her? Women were always harder to charm. Still, you watched her carefully as she exhaled, her shoulders dropping slightly, a wry smirk creeping across her lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood tonight,” she finally said, her tone edged with mock irritation. She leaned in, her lips barely brushing your ear as she whispered, “Room sixteen.”

You shivered despite yourself.

Before she pulled away, she glanced around cautiously, checking the corridor for prying eyes or ears. Her voice dipped low, warning. “Be quick. And careful. Sevika could crush you with one hand if she feels like it.” She grinned, her chuckle both amused and taunting. “Wouldn’t want that, would you, pretty girl?”

You flashed a nervous smile, already turning toward the hall leading deeper into the building. “Thanks,” you whispered over your shoulder before heading straight for room sixteen. Each step you took felt heavier, anticipation thick in your throat. You didn’t know what to expect when you got there, but one thing was certain: Sevika was close.

You hovered outside the door, your heart hammering against your ribcage as if it were trying to escape. The hallway was dead silent, save for the faint hum of voices bleeding in through the walls around you. This was it. You’d come all this way, and there was no turning back.Steeling yourself, you lifted your hand and gave the door a light knock. Polite. Measured. Anything but hesitant. You swallowed thickly, fingers brushing your thigh to keep yourself steady.

"Come in.”

The voice on the other side made you freeze. Low, commanding, and as cold as steel. Shivers ran up your spine, and for the briefest moment, you considered walking away. But no—you couldn’t. Not now. You pushed the door open slowly, careful not to make it creak, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows lingering in the corners like silent sentinels. A faint curl of smoke filled the air, stinging your nose. Your gaze snapped forward—and there she was.

Sevika. She sat on the edge of the bed, her forearms resting casually on her knees, one hand holding a lit cigar. The smoke wafted lazily into the air, curling around her like it belonged there. She was everything people whispered about—towering, dangerous. Her short, dark hair framed a sharp jawline, and her piercing grey eyes locked onto yours the second you entered. Those eyes were unrelenting, like they could see right through you, dissecting you without her having to say a word. Her presence hit you like a physical thing, weighty and impossible to ignore. The door clicked shut behind you, and though the sound was soft, you still flinched. She noticed that. Of course, she did.

“Never seen you before,” Sevika said, her deep voice slow and deliberate, dripping with calculation. She leaned back slightly, but her gaze didn’t waver. “Must be new.”

New? Of course. What else would she think, seeing you standing there in this place? Her tone was laced with an unspoken assumption that made the back of your neck prickle.You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Sevika shifted. She stood up—slowly, unhurried, like she had all the time in the world—and suddenly, she was there. The space between the two of you disappeared too quickly. Your instincts screamed at you to step back, but you couldn’t—not when your back was already pressed against the door.

Sevika loomed over you now, taller than you’d anticipated. The heat of her presence washed over you, oppressive and heavy, and you had to tilt your head up just to meet her eyes. Grey steel stared back, as sharp and unfeeling as a blade. You could barely breathe, though you forced yourself to hold her gaze. It wasn’t easy; nothing about this woman was easy. And then, her fingers brushed under your chin, catching it easily and tilting your face up farther. Her touch was surprisingly controlled—not rough or forceful—but there was no mistaking how dangerous it was. She was toying with you. Testing you.

And then she said it.

“Undress.”

The word hit you like a slap. Your stomach dropped, and every nerve in your body lit up at once. She couldn’t be serious—right? But Sevika wasn’t someone who joked. The look in her eyes was steady and expectant.

Your heart raced, panic nipping at your composure, but you swallowed it down, forcing your face into something neutral.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass,” you said, your voice quieter than you’d like but steady enough to count as controlled. You forced a small, tight smile onto your lips. “That’s not why I’m here.”

For a moment, Sevika didn’t say anything. She didn’t move, didn’t blink, just stared down at you in that suffocating silence, those sharp eyes narrowing slightly as if to cut right through you. Your pulse roared in your ears, your breath stuck somewhere between calm and barely calm. And then she exhaled. A soft sound escaped her lips—not quite a laugh, but close. Amused.

“Oh?” she drawled, pulling back just slightly, her fingers falling away from your chin. That smirk of hers tugged faintly at her lips, something dangerous dancing behind her gaze. “You’ve got some nerve,” she continued, and her voice was softer now, like she was teasing you—mocking you. “Acting so confident when you look ready to bolt.”

“Fake it ‘til you make it,” you shot back before you could stop yourself, your chin instinctively rising just a fraction. It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but you couldn’t let her corner you any further. Even if the confidence you threw out was nothing more than a bluff. She regarded you carefully then, the faint smirk lingering at the edges of her lips, like she was trying to decide if she found you amusing or just stupid. Those grey eyes swept over you again, trailing slowly from head to toe and back up. Every second under that stare felt like walking barefoot on glass.

“You don’t look like you have much to fake,” Sevika muttered finally, amusement tinging her tone again as she stepped back. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer before she turned away, strolling lazily across the room like she hadn’t just rattled your composure to its core. She stopped near the edge of the bed, arms crossing over her chest, her back half-turned toward you as she spoke.

“You’ve got guts.” Her voice dipped lower, colder now, a warning curling around every word. “But guts don’t mean shit unless you back them up. So tell me—what makes this so important?”

It was an opening. Not much of one, but it was enough. You took a steady breath, forcing the last of your fake confidence to stick, even though your nerves still hummed under your skin like live wire. Sevika might have been testing you, sizing you up like an opponent in a fight. But this wasn’t a game you could afford to lose—not now, not with her.

“Talk fast,” her voice rang out, sharper this time. The message was clear—your time was running out.

“What do you know about Vi’s sister?” you asked, deciding it was best to cut to the chase. There wasn’t time to dance around the subject.

Sevika chuckled, her voice rough and amused, like you’d just dragged up someone from her past she’d rather forget—or maybe couldn’t. There was something bitter in that laugh, like the taste of smoke lingering too long.

“She’s dead,” she said sharply. No hesitation. No room for argument.

You shifted awkwardly, glancing around the dimly lit room. A chair in the corner caught your eye. You didn’t know why, but something told you to sit, so you did. Maybe it was her tone, maybe it was the weight of the topic. Either way, you settled in.

“Right.” You nodded as if that simple confirmation would somehow carry the weight of the dead. “Anything else?”

Sevika arched a brow, leaning back with an air of importance. “One more question, and then you’re out of here.”

Her words made it clear—she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. You hesitated but knew this was your chance.

“How did she look?” you finally asked.

Sevika tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You sound real suspicious, you know that? What kind of question is that? You don’t know what Jinx looked like? What, were you living under a rock? Her face was plastered all over Zaun back in the day—wanted posters, graffiti. Hell, there’s even a damn memorial for her. People still dye their hair blue because of her supposed ‘heroic’ crap,” she scoffed, her lip curling. “‘Hero’ my ass.”

Blue hair. That was no small coincidence. You felt your heart start to hammer in your chest. Panic rose unbidden, and you shifted in your seat. Sevika noticed.

Her sharp eyes bore into you as she leaned forward, her voice laced with suspicion. “Why are you asking all this? What’s your deal?”

“I just moved here,” you said quickly, fumbling for the words.

“Moved here?” she repeated, leaning back with a laugh that had no humor in it. “Who moves to Zaun? You know there are better places out there, right?”

“It’s… complicated,” you murmured. “My friend is from here, so I decided to move after…” You trailed off, realizing the less you said, the better.

“Who’s your friend?” she pressed, her voice turning sharp again, demanding answers.

“Vi.”

It slipped out. You didn’t mean to say it. It was a stupid move, and the moment it left your mouth, you regretted it. Sevika’s expression twisted into something unreadable, a mix of disbelief and anger.

“If that’s true, why don’t you just ask her how her sister looked, huh? Why come here, of all places, bothering me with your sketchy little investigation?”

She was angry now, and you knew you’d worn out your welcome. Rising from the chair, you headed toward the door, your pulse pounding. You’d blown it.

“It’s hard for her to talk about it,” you mumbled, fumbling for an excuse. “Didn’t want to bring up old wounds.”

It was weak, unconvincing, but it was all you could muster as you reached for the handle. Before you could leave, her voice stopped you cold.

“She had blue flame tattoos all over her body.”

You froze, hand still on the doorknob, not daring to turn around.

“Thanks, Sevika,” you said softly, glancing over your shoulder before slipping out the door. Her eyes followed you until you disappeared down the hall. Blue hair. Blue flame tattoos. Your chest tightened, and your mind raced. Faye had blue hair. Faye had blue flame tattoos. Faye lost her parents. Faye had a sister.The parallels were too sharp, too specific to be coincidence. Vi thought her sister was gone—dead for good. Everyone thought Jinx was gone. But she wasn’t.

And now, you were the only one who knew.

Pacing through the dark streets of Zaun, your thoughts were eating you alive. The silence felt loud, your footsteps echoing as you walked in circles. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t gather a single clear idea of what to do. Every time you tried to make sense of it, the weight of your choice crushed you all over again. It was impossible—completely impossible—to choose. Faye made it clear. She was alive, but she didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not Vi—the one person she used to love most. Faye had looked you dead in the eyes when she said it: “Promise me.” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand, and you’d sworn to keep her secret, no matter what. You made that promise. You gave her your word.

And yet… Vi.

Vi, who had lost everyone. Vi, who carried the weight of every loss on her shoulders, burying her grief so deep you were surprised she could even walk upright. Her parents were gone. Her sister was gone. Her home, her life, everything had been taken from her, piece by piece, until all she had left was herself—and whatever scraps of hope she could hold onto. Vi never said it out loud, but you knew. You saw it. You could see how she still carried Jinx with her, like a ghost chained to her heart. How could you do this to her? How could you look her in the eyes knowing what you knew and not tell her? Keeping this secret was a betrayal in itself, wasn’t it? How could you watch her mourn someone who wasn’t dead? How could you let her suffer for no reason?

But on the other hand—

Faye trusted you. She was alive, but the only thing she wanted to do was walk away. To disappear completely. If you told Vi, everything would fall apart. Vi would go after her, of course she would. It didn’t matter what she wanted. Vi would never stop looking if she found out the truth, and God only knew what would happen when she found her sister again. Because Faye wasn’t the same person anymore. You knew that much. And you couldn’t predict what a reunion would look like—if it would heal them or shatter everything into even smaller pieces. Faye would see it as a betrayal. She’d hate you forever. Each step you took felt heavier than the last, like the streets of Zaun themselves were pulling you down, feeding off the storm of guilt inside you. Your heart raced; your mind screamed. You were in too deep. There was no clean way out. No matter what you did, someone would get hurt.

By not telling Vi, you were betraying her.

By telling Vi, you were betraying Faye—Jinx—your best friend. There was no winning here.

Somehow, while lost in your own thoughts, you realized you’d stopped moving. You were standing in front of your apartment door, blinking at it like you didn’t remember how you got there. Your hands shook as you reached into your pocket, your fingers fumbling against the keys. You just needed to get inside. To shut yourself in. To sit down and—

“Hello there, stranger.”

The voice hit you like a punch to the gut. Not now.

Your heart stopped in your chest. Slowly, you turned, and there she was—Vi—leaning lazily against the wall in the faint glow of the streetlight. Her crimson hair caught the dim light like fire, and that crooked smirk played on her lips, like she had just caught you sneaking out past curfew.

“Vi…” you barely managed to say.

She pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. “Out late, huh?” she said casually, but her voice lingered just a little too long. Her eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—studied you carefully, probably noticing the way your shoulders tensed up or the way your hand shook just slightly against the keys.Your heart dropped like a stone, heavy and unrelenting. You could barely breathe. You couldn’t deal with this. Not now. Her standing here, looking at you like that, made everything feel so much worse.

“Could say the same for you,” you muttered quickly, trying to sound normal.

She tilted her head, her brows furrowing slightly. That was the thing about Vi—she always knew when something was off. “You good?” she asked, a hint of concern slipping into her voice.

The question nearly broke you. Were you good? No. Not even close. The world felt like it was closing in on you, squeezing every ounce of air from your lungs.

“Yeah. Just tired,” you said. It was a lie, but it was all you could give her without falling apart.

Vi didn’t look convinced. She stayed there, watching you too carefully, too silently, like she could peel you open just by staring long enough. You couldn’t take it—you couldn’t take the way she looked at you like she trusted you. You turned back to the door, shaking the keys in your hand until they finally slid into the lock. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you turned the knob, every movement heavy with guilt.

“Night, Vi,” you mumbled, pushing through the door.

“Wait, what?” Vi mumbled, confused, as her hand shot out to catch the door before you could close it. There was a crack in her voice, frustration creeping in. “You can’t be serious.”

“Vi, I’m tired,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, trying to choke back the tears building in your throat. “We can talk tomorrow, okay?”

Her jaw tightened. “That’s bullshit,” she said sharply. Her voice cracked just enough to make it clear how much this hurt her. “We both know that.”

Your chest ached as her words hit you like a blow. You couldn’t look her in the eye. You couldn’t even speak. “Vi…” you mumbled weakly, taking a step inside the apartment, your hand still on the door. You couldn’t shut her out, but you couldn’t let her in either. All you could do was stand there, torn apart, staring at her like the words you needed were caught somewhere unreachable.

Her brows furrowed, her frustration sharpening as her voice grew louder. “I’m not stupid, you know that, right?” she snapped. “Since that night. Since I told you about my past, you’ve been—” She exhaled sharply, cutting herself off. “You’ve been different. Like a completely different person.”

She was stepping closer now, and for the first time in a long time, you saw the Vi you’d met at first—the Vi who was angry at the world because the world had taken everything from her. But there was something else now. Beneath the edge, there was a raw sadness that hurt even more to hear.

“Everything was going great,” she continued, her voice breaking slightly, “and then suddenly, you pull away. You go cold. Distant. Ignoring me.”

She paused, searching your face, desperate for something—anything. It wasn’t just anger anymore. It was hurt. And that was what cut the deepest. Your silence only fueled her emotions, swirling wild and untamed. She took another step closer, and this time her words weren’t sharp; they were pleading.

“What the hell happened?” she asked again, softer this time, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back whatever storm was threatening to break. “Is it me? Did I say something wrong?”

You bit your lip so hard it nearly bled. Your head screamed at you to say something—anything—but you were frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. Every part of you was screaming to reach out to her, to close the distance, to show her somehow that you still cared, that this wasn’t her fault. That none of this was because of her. But how could you? How could you explain something she wasn’t ready to know? That she couldn’t know?

Her voice wavered, sadness bleeding into every word. “Is it something from my past? Is that it?” she pressed. “Does knowing what I’ve done make you think different of me now?”

The air felt heavy—too heavy to breathe. She was breaking right in front of you, and still, you couldn’t say a damn thing.

Her frustration boiled over again, her voice rising, desperate now. “Just tell me!” she shouted, her fists clenching at her sides before her shoulders dropped, exhaustion taking over. “Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me that you don’t want me anymore and—” She cut herself off, her breathing uneven as she wiped at her face. Then, quietly, heartbreakingly, she whispered, “And I’ll be gone. You won’t have to deal with me anymore. You’ll never see me again. Just… say it.”

And then it happened.

You saw it.

The tear you’d been so afraid to see, sliding down her cheek, clinging there for just a second before falling. The Vi who never let her guard down, who carried herself with strength and stubborn pride no matter what life threw at her—she was standing in front of you, breaking.

And you’d done it.

You’d broken her.

That single tear felt like it had taken a piece of your soul with it. Your chest constricted painfully, like every breath you took now was something you didn’t deserve. Your silence wasn’t protecting her. It wasn’t sparing her pain. It was tearing her apart. YOU were tearing her apart. Vi wasn’t just angry. She wasn’t just sad. She was devastated. And somehow, in all the mess of trying to protect her, you had done the exact thing you’d been terrified of from the start.

You were hurting her.

Your hands shook as they clung to the doorframe, your throat closing up tighter with every passing second. You were doing exactly what you feared most—letting her get too close only to rip her apart in the end.

But as much as you wanted to give in, to tell her the truth, there was still something holding you back. You couldn’t let her go now. Not ever.

Instead of speaking, instead of giving her the answers she so desperately wanted, you acted-your body moving before your mind could catch up. You crashed into her, pressing your lips against hers with a fire that had been bottled up for too long. The kiss was deep, desperate, and hungry, every bit of unspoken emotion spilling into it like a wave breaking over a cliff. Your hands flew to her face, holding her as if you were terrified she might slip away, as if this kiss was the only way to tell her that she mattered, that you couldn't let her go.

Vi didn't hesitate. She didn't hold back.

Her lips pressed into yours just as hard, just as greedy, as her rough hands roamed across your back and over your waist, clutching at you like you were the last thing keeping her tethered to this world. You melted into her, letting her take you, kiss you, own you in a way only she could. You broke apart for air, breathless and dizzy, but before you could blink, her lips moved lower, trailing their way across your jawline and then down to your neck. Each kiss she placed was slow but burning, leaving soft marks as if to claim every inch of you.

You shivered as her hands gripped you tighter, holding you close as if afraid you might slip through her fingers. She pressed her body closer to yours, and in an instant, her leg shifted between your thighs, pressing her knee into you just enough to send shocks of pleasure racing through you.

A small moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you felt her smirk against your skin. Her lips trailed back to your mouth, and this time, when she kissed you, her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring, tasting you, and making you all the more breathless. She was relentless-hungry-and you matched her, pulling her even closer as if trying to mold yourself into her. Before you could register what was happening, Vi's strong arms lifted you effortlessly, pulling you up against her as she began moving toward the bedroom. Your legs wrapped

instinctively around her waist, her neck becoming your next target as you kissed her with the same hungry desperation she gave you. Your lips nipped at her skin, leaving marks-a trail of red marks along her neck and collarbone.

"Fuck," she groaned softly, the word dripping with lust as she stumbled into the bedroom, her control breaking piece by piece. She threw you onto the bed with a mix of strength and tenderness, her body hovering over yours, her chest rising and falling as she stared down at you.

For a second, there was a pause-Vi's gaze burning into yours. Her expression softened as she took you in. In that moment, it was painfully clear how much she missed you, how much this moment meant. The corner of her mouth twitched into the faintest smile before she got to work, her fingers trailing to the hem of your pants.

Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuttoning them, taking her time, teasing you, making every second feel like torture. You couldn't wait. Your fingers went to the bottom of your top, tugging it off and throwing it somewhere forgotten. The cool air made you shiver y ther eyes on you set your skin atlame. Her gaze lingered on your chest for just a moment before she smirked, pulling your pants off with ease, leaving you exposed before her. Without missing a beat, you grabbed the her top, lifting it up and over her head. Vi grinned, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were, before stepping back just enough to slip off her own pants.

The moment fabric was no longer between you, the world seemed to fall away. Skin to skin, inch to inch, you could feel everything. Her warmth, her breath, her strength-it consumed you completely. She wasted no time, her lips pressing back to your neck, kissing, biting softly as she trailed down toward your chest. Vi cupped one of your breasts, her fingers rough but her touch tender. When her tongue met your nipple, you gasped, arching into her. She teased you-circling, flicking, sucking-sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve in your body. You moaned, unable to stop yourself as she grinned against your skin.

You wanted her just as much, and you didn't plan to let her take control of everything. Shifting slightly, you moved your knee up between her legs, feeling just how wet she was for you. The sound that left her lips-a deep groan, filled with need-made your stomach tighten.

"Fuck," she breathed out, pressing herself harder against your leg as her hand slipped between your thighs.

"You're making me crazy."

Her fingers traced up your folds slowly, teasing you, spreading your wetness everywhere. A low whine escaped your throat, your hips tilting into her touch instinctively. She pressed down on your clit, circling it with care, her pace slow at first, almost tormenting. You moaned louder as pleasure coiled in your stomach, tilting your head back. Vi noticed, and that playful glint flashed in her eyes. Her fingers trailed lower, slipping inside you, cool against your heat. The way she moved was both gentle and rough, curling her fingers with precision, hitting every spot that made you gasp and squirm beneath her. Your body burned as she worked you up, her pace growing faster and rougher with each passing second. You could't take it anymore, digging your nails in her shoulders, desperate to hold on to something as you lost yourself completely to her touch. She suddenly pulled away, sitting back on her knees as she stared down at you-naked, flushed, and completely hers.

Her gaze was smoldering, and before you could move, she slipped her two fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you. "You taste so fucking good," she muttered, voice heavy with want.

You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Vi held out her hand, guiding you gently until you understood what she wanted. Seconds later, you were on top of her, her hands gripping your thighs, pulling you upward, and settling you over her mouth. The strength in her hands-the sheer need in her grip-made you dizzy. You didn't hesitate, spreading your legs and letting yourself settle against her lips. Her mouth was hot, her tongue pressing into you slowly at first, teasing you. You tilted your head back, gasping as she buried herself deeper, her tongue working fast and rough as her nose pressed perfectly against your clit.

"Vi," you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath. She groaned against you, holding you in place as you began to move, grinding slowly against her mouth. Your pace grew frantic as her tongue slipped deeper, her hands pulling you down harder, her groans vibrating against you.

It was too much.

"Fuck, fuck," you nearly screamed, your fingers tangling into her hair as your body tensed, pleasure hitting you so hard you nearly fell apart. You collapsed onto the bed beside her, your body spent, the room spinning around you. Neither of you said a word, breathing heavy and hearts racing as she wrapped her strong arms around you, pulling you close. She smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, but there was something more there. It wasn’t just playful teasing or a flirtatious look—it was deeper, raw, and real. Her smile, though teasing, didn’t quite reach the heaviness in her gaze, like there were unspoken words lingering between you two, words you both knew but hadn’t said aloud yet. You knew exactly what it was. You’d felt it too, though you hadn’t dared to admit it until now. The unspoken bond between you two wasn’t just desire—it was something deeper, something more complicated. It was connection, raw and undeniable.

Author's note : okaaaay this is a long chapter. What do you think about it? I have been thinking about this chapter for so long, it has been a hard one to write. Do you like how's everything turning out? Please let me know! Don't hesitate to dm me if you have something to say, I would love to listen to you. I love torturing lesbians lol

[vivid-ink]

Kinktober #31 - A/B/O Omegaverse "I See You" (Teaser Snippet)

fem!Sub!OmatikayaReader x dom!Alpha!Neteyam Based off THIS REQUEST and incorporated with the final Kinktober prompt for Omegaverse.

Story Summary:Neteyam is your best friend & he seems intent on keeping you that way only... But he's the only alpha male that you truly desire... Will you succeed in convincing him to let you in, to let you show him what a perfect omega you could be to him, while he battles with his inner demons to resist you?

Warnings: 🔞 Sexual content 18+, MDNI 🔞

Author's Note: Hello my darlings. Here is a teaser snippet of my #31 Kinktober prompt to come! The full piece will be longer, about 10k words by my estimations, and it will have more emotional depth to it than this teaser shows. But I wanted to give you all a taste of the heat to come... 😉

Tagging some lovelies who might be interested (no pressure if you're not keen) - @blue-slxt @eyweveng @pandoraslxna @daeneeryss @glimmering-darling-dolly @investedreader @oasiswithmyg @delacruzyari @tallulah477 @vintaqestar @qcswrites @plooto @itchaboi-itchyboy @adrianarose7 @flyingspacewhale @ntymavtr @marriedtolike18fictionalmen @moonpie3000 @wheneclipsefalls

***~~~***

Neteyam didn’t move and he showed no objection to you inching closer to him. His eyes tracked yours as you drew nearer until you were so close that he was looking down his nose at you, your forehead a scant hand’s length from his chin. With the height difference between you, your head was tilted a fair way back to maintain the eye contact.

Eywa, he was so much bigger than you… Neteyam had always been taller than you, but his alpha hormones had really taken root in the last few years. He’d shot upward, his chest and shoulders had broadened, and his torso had filled out with bulky muscle. He was the very epitome of an alpha male: Strong and dominant, protector and provider.

Parting your lips, you let your breath sip in simultaneously through your mouth and nose, smelling him and tasting his captivating scent on your tastebuds. Neteyam’s lips were parted too, no doubt scenting you the same way.

“You reek.” Neteyam’s statement was frank, but despite his undesirable choice of words, his tone was unconvincing. His words came out like more of a rough moan than a growl.

Unable to resist your yearning to touch him any longer, your fingertips grazed the jut of his hip bones where you settled your palms against him. You whispered in response, “You smell really good too.”

You stepped right up to him, slotting your feet between his wider-placed ones to press yourself against his front. Your fingers tantalised his sides and you splayed your hands against his ribs, relishing in the feel of his scorching skin beneath your palms as you smoothed them up towards his shoulder blades. You hugged him, rubbing your cheek and jawline against his shoulder, marking him with your own scent glands. You could smell nothing except the heady and enthralling aroma of his alpha pheromones now, and your thighs clenched with your rising desire for him.

A quiet and strangled sound escaped Neteyam, “Last chance. Get out of here.”

In spite of his words, his body was playing a very different tune and you almost laughed at the contradiction. One of his arms had shifted to snake around your back, trapping you against him, and his other hand had slid down to squeeze at one plush round of your derriere. He was nosing through your hair, sniffing you, and you could feel the unmistakeable hardness of his arousal pushing against your abdomen.

You sighed out a breathy moan. The solid strength of his body against yours wasn’t enough; you wanted his heavy weight bearing down on yours and you wanted to be entangled in the cage of his strong arms while your bodies joined and moulded to each other’s in the most carnal of ways. Intoxicated by your primeval craving for him, one of your hands skimmed down to caress the skin of his hip while the other encircled his tail near its base, stroking it in a crude mimicry of what you could be doing to his cock instead.

Angling your head up you nuzzled at his jaw, “I don’t want to get out of here. Take me. I’ll be good to you, Neteyam.”

Neteyam’s tail tensed, arcing into a stiff curl towards his upper back as he enjoyed the tormenting stroke of your hand over one of the most erogenous zones of his body. His pelvis rolled lightly, rubbing the clothed length of his erection against you. His breathing was coming in harsh pants by your ear now and his frame juddered with barely reined control.

The fragility of his restraint was palpable in his voice when he growled out a final warning, “I won’t be gentle or patient. I will use you, fuck you and knot you until you’re overflowing with me, in your hands, in your pussy, from your lips; you’ll taste me on your tongue for weeks.”

You pushed your nose into the crook of his neck and took a deep inhale of him, followed by a daring lick of your tongue right over one of his scent glands. Your response was a wanton hiss, “Yes, alpha.”

You both felt and heard Neteyam’s restraint snap. He crushed your slighter frame to his with a coarse growl that sent hot shivers prickling through you. The thin ties of your delicately strung top strained against your skin for only a brief moment before they gave way in a burst of beads, feathers and leaves, as he tore the garment from your body to expose your breasts.

Your nipples kissed the cooling night air and your gaze tilted skyward when he fisted one hand in the braids at the base of your skull, bending you backward with another strong arm around your waist to support your weight entirely. You only managed a glimpse of his golden eyes, ravenous with lust, before he delivered a swift and biting kiss to one of your breasts. The rasp of his tongue over the pointed bud of your nipple made you cry out and molten heat began to liquefy at the junction of your thighs.

You’d succeeded in awakening the rutting alpha and you knew that you would be devoured tonight…

Full story now HERE

Author's Note: Teehee. It's going to get HOT in here. Sing out in the comments if you'd like to be tagged for the full Kinktober piece! Thanks for reading! 😘

[yuurivoice]

Saw a goofball post about ASMR Roleplay, romantic plots, narratives, etc. and so on.

Let me share some of my philosophy with you as someone in this game for 7 years, 150k subs on YouTube, and who turned this into a lucrative business for himself. I say all that not to flex, but to assure you that maybe I know a little bit about what I'm talking about.

Audio Roleplays, ASMR Roleplay, etc and so forth is not some sort of rigid, strict thing. If you believe that content in this niche has to adhere to strict rules, structure, and expectations, you've already entered into this with strange expectations because there is such a vast array of ways you can go about presenting this content.

Some of it is slice of life moments in time with an assumed relationships between character and listener. Before narrative audios started to pick up steam, or rather, a handful of folks (myself included) developed followings centered on original characters and stories, the vast majority of creators in this space were just doing snippets of experiences. And, in case you were unaware, that approach is wildly successful. Boyfriend Experiences, audio smut, etc. has a much wider appeal at this time because a listener can drop right in and enjoy it.

If you have somehow deluded yourself into thinking that every audio has to adhere to strict narrative rules, be defined by conflict, or things happening beyond whatever the vibe calls for, you're willfully putting yourself and the niche in a box. Which is fine, but seeing people piss and moan about it is strange.

My approach has been to blend narrative series along with one-shots. One-shots serve as super self indulgent audios that aren't tied to the narrative and allow listeners to engage with some of their favorite characters they fell in love with in the narrative without furthering the plot.

Sometimes I play the game, explore tropes and clichés that are popular for the sake of taking a crack at it. Because it brings in new listeners who then become fans of my narrative work and creates genuine supporters of my passion projects.

And ya know? It fucking works. It works really well. I can drop a very straightforward, stripped down comfort audio with Alphonse like I did today and move listeners to tears. And then we can continue on with BitterSweet when I'm good and ready. It keeps the channel running, keeps the audience engaged, and keeps me working.

The bigger point here is that creators should be able to approach their work as they see fit, without concerns about goofballs with strange expectations and standards dictating to them what is and is not valid. You wanna know what's valid? Creating shit that you like, that the people who support you like. However you achieve that is all good in my book.

Having some goofy ass superiority complex about how people play pretend with pretty voices is strange behavior. I'm proud that my community has never flung that kind of nonsense around, and I'm speaking on it to affirm that kind of stance for the folks who rock with me.

If you're a listener who has recently stumbled into this niche, I implore you to explore, listen to others, find what you like and enjoy it because you enjoy it. There are countless people making audio content these days and there's no wrong way to do it, never has been. There's something for everyone, and if someone tries to tell you otherwise, be wary.

I'm not about negative nonsense, not about tribalism or putting down one person over another. Lift up your faves and share why you appreciate them and their style. But petulant bickering and shitting on others because of something as trivial as audio content? Nahhhh. If I catch anyone spouting nonsense like that in my name, I try and snuff it out as fast as possible because that's not how my shit is built.

If you are someone who fucks with me and my work but has had some opinions like that, I implore you to chill because none of this has ever been that serious. I want people to enjoy what they want to enjoy because for the love of fuck, life is too short to try and grandstand over this silly little niche. Or please get all the way away from me and my people.

Deuces. ✌️

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I give you all another snippet of my own desires while I work on requests

Title: In the Boss’s Chair

Characters: Jade Leech x m!reader

Contains: Deep throating/face fucking, cum swallowing

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full story below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Jade was much bigger than you thought. The fact that you could only take half of him at the time was proof enough.

Jade sat in Azul’s office chair, leaning back and panting softly into the air. His hands found home in your hair, holding you firmly as you bobbed your head along his cock, your hand stroking whatever couldn’t fit. He was lost in pleasure, eyes hazed as you worked that skilled mouth along him.

This all started because you made some offhand comment about Jade sitting in Azul’s chair. It sounds stupid out loud but imagine it: Jade, a mere partner to Azul, in the boss’s chair. You had to admit the idea of Jade as a boss set off some horny bombs.

Now here he was, blissed out in the chair while you happily sucked him off. On your own accord, you relaxed your throat, attempting to take more of Jade into your mouth. The action made him sound out a little moan, one that shot a heat straight to your own cock. You groaned against him as you took him deeply, gagging whenever he pushed past a certain point in your throat, causing your body to tense. But you didn’t care. You would take this man as deep as possible until you buried your face into his groin, whimpering with what space in your mouth there was. Jade groaned out once you took him all the way, his hands holding you in place.

“S-Stay there for just a minute. Mm~ F-Fuck, your mouth is delicious~”

You did as ordered, but your body began to tremble for air. Jade released you, allowing you to pull off of him for a some deep breaths of air. Though this wouldn’t last long, as once you were ready, you dove right back in, sinking your face deep and taking his whole shaft again. You bobbed your head along him, earning some lovely pitched moans from him as his hips met your pace, both your actions earning a gulping sound from your throat. Your own eyes began to haze with ecstasy as Jade began to fuck your throat. You were both lost in the moment, relishing in such sinful bliss until he buried into you deeply and came, hot ropes of salty and bitter release filling your mouth.

“K-Keep your mouth open,” Jade breathed before pulling his cock from your mouth.

As ordered you kept your mouth open, even giving him the added pleasure of sticking your tongue out, saliva mixed with cum ever so slowly dripping from the tip. Then, Jade spoke, his words heating your body.

“Look at me and swallow.”

Fuck, if that didn’t make you tremble. You turned your head up, tongue retreating back into your mouth as you swallowed his release. The very sight of you made Jade’s body burn with desire, and the two of you knew what to do right away.

You quickly worked your pants off your legs, boxers following suit as you sat over Jade, straddling his hips in the chair. You two wasted no time; Jade positioned himself against your ass, and you hungrily sat, his dick pushing you open as you threw your head back to moan, only to silence yourself with your hand. If Azul heard you two, you knew damn well you’d be in a world of trouble.

“F-Fuck, Jade…~ B-Big…~” You forced your voice into a hushed whisper, panting softly with small moans slipped in. As you rocked your hips down, Jade bucked his up, giving you both a sweet friction.

“Y-You look so divine like this~” he breathed, holding onto your hips. “S-So beautiful with my cock inside~”

You let out an involuntary moan as you arched forward, burying yourself against his chest and neck as you rode his dick like your life depended on it. It felt so good, you couldn’t think straight, your own cock throbbing, aching to spill over right now, but you wanted to wait. You wanted to keep this going as long as you could, especially when Jade picked up the pace.

“Fuckfuckfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck~!” You bit into his neck to keep yourself quiet, earning you an amused, breathy chuckle from the eel.

“Th-That’s it~ Fuck…~ Enjoy it…~”

“F-Fucking…fill me up~” you begged quietly once you released his skin from your jaws. “Cum deep inside, please~ Shit~ F-Fuck your seed deep inside of me~”

Your begging lit a fire for him, and wrapping his arms around you, he held you close as he fucked you with such speed and intensity, leaving you a quiet, muffled mess.

“Shitshishitshit!! Jade~!!”

Your cock was aching, but it wouldn’t have to wait long before ropes of hot white cum shot between you to, dirtying up both your shirts. Jade released deep inside like you wanted, but you didn’t expect it to slip out and drip while he was still buried in you. It made you shudder to feel his cum seep out of you, but you didn’t care.

Panting heavily, you deeply kissed Jade, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. When finished, you pulled away, a devious glint in your eyes.

“Let’s let Azul hear round two~”

[wannabelilybriscoe]

sunday snippet!

Thank you for the tag @lifeisabitch-butimcute <3

Because it's Mother's Day, I'm going to treat myself and share two snips.

The first is from the new PawP@th adventure, Company Retreat! Very very rough (ruff) and prone to change:

No, when he’d left his parents’ house for good, he hadn’t felt like he was leaving home. He’d felt like he was breaking free.  But this pillow. This pillow which boldly states, in its garish, faux-rustic font, stitched into the fabric like an immutable truth: Home is where the heart is.  The thing that troubles Sirius about this pillow is that it highlights a particular problem he’s facing, which is that his heart is decentralized. Or, perhaps it’s more like a shared object in a multi-threaded environment, simultaneously accessed, each thread with its own read/write privileges. At any given moment, part of his heart could be in the bedroom next to his, or mumbling to himself at the desk next to his, or chatting up a potential brand partner in one of the breakout rooms upstairs, or somewhere ten kilometres away, going for one of his runs at the arse-crack of dawn. At that same moment, another part of his heart could also be in the bedroom next to his, or in their kitchen, griping about their appliances, or in a university lab, making liquid bubble in little beakers (or whatever it is med students do). While the beakers are bubbling away, another part of his heart could be snoring at his feet, little boofs, or romping down a park path ahead of him, or running to greet whoever is at the door.  Another three parts of his heart are across the Atlantic Ocean—two in a comfortable Georgian home in Mayfair that smells of warm spice and sweet roses, where he’d spent quite a bit of time after leaving his parents’ house.  The third part, Sirius isn’t sure where, but he hopes it’s not in their parents’ house.  Several more pieces of his heart can be found scattered around his kitchen table during their lunch break, or tapping away on their computers in the main work room, or at their own homes, doing whatever they do when they’re not all in the same place, building something together.  And another piece of his heart—a very big piece—can often be found in his kitchen, brow furrowed in thought about some story he's writing as he makes tea, or chatting softly beside him as they walk through the park, or in his bed, sleeping or decidedly not—both are excellent scenarios—or listening to records on his couch beside the ghastly pillow that states, like it’s a rule, Home is where the heart is. Sitting on Sirius’s couch in his pilled sweaters and worn jeans, with his soft curly hair and handsome nose and big brown eyes, smelling of ink and notebook paper, of tea and boy, of comfort and home. Only that very big piece of his heart still decides to leave and go to a house that isn’t Sirius’s at least twice a week, and it’s deeply frustrating.  Because Sirius would like that very big piece of his heart to actually, really be part of his home. Officially. Sharing a couch, and a fridge, and a bed. Every night. Not split between here and a basement apartment in the St. Clair West Village that smells of weed and mildew.

And as a bonus, a lil preview of the intro to a one-shot I'm sporadically working on that I'm tentatively titling skipped notes:

Maybe time isn’t just a flat circle. Maybe we’re not just repeating history, spinning around over and over again, life after life, ad infinitum, ad nauseum, amen. Maybe time is more like a vinyl record, where each pass under the needle wears the grooves a little more, distorts the sound a little further, so that it starts to skip, so that on the next turn around, you wonder what’s missing, and where those missing parts went. Maybe those little missed notes, those little pockets of silence, of something lost, scattered into the ether, turn into bigger pockets of silence, until the record is more skipped notes than sound, until it stops turning altogether. Maybe that’s how a universe ends. Maybe that’s how a new one is born. 

No pressure tagging @severedreamerfox @leavesthatarebrown @r33sespieces @moonheavens @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting @zoemillinwrites @je-suis-imparfait

[cdelphiki]

Jason and the Three Terrors spoilers

So I got an ask I'm going to put under a spoiler to answer! I'm going to include a snippet of my draft of a side story I'll post eventually, showing what's going on in Gotham right now!

HI I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS. Okay, to answer: We do!!!!! I don't now how much of the details will be put into the actual main story, since it's all Jason's POV, but I am working on a side story that's from Tim's POV. I might have it just be one "big" fic where I also have Bruce and Clark's POV and it's basically just jumping through part II showing what's going on with all them. Also Alfred will be preparing rooms for them all, just not quite yet. Bruce knows the kids won't be coming to him yet, but he and Clark are both working toward the four of them moving to Gotham to be with Bruce.

Tim basically figures it all out, Bruce had left the case to him to deal with, and Tim figures out Clark is in contact with the defectors pretty quickly, and once he makes the connection to Jason and Damian being Bruce's kid, he brings all the info to Bruce and Bruce is PISSED lmao. Anyway here's a small snipped from Tim doing the detective work: Its the most polished part I have, but it's still a rough draft. (This takes place on either Friday or Saturday morning, when Tim went over to Clark's house that same Saturday morning.)

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Tim finally tracked down the League kids. It was surprisingly difficult. Whoever was on their side was good, because the paper trail of them going through airport security was wiped almost immediately after they left the airport. Tim couldn’t find any close up photos of them anywhere.

So it took him a week to figure out where they’d gone, but once he finally figured that out, it didn't take too long to track them down.

They’d bought train tickets to Metropolis, and Tim found where the teenager had exchanged his fake New York drivers license for a real Delaware one. Which was pretty damn impressive.

But it meant Tim had a clear photo of him.

And his first name.

And honestly? Tim was very, very confused.

Because this kid looked exactly like Jason Todd, just bigger, with straighter hair, and a white streak in his hair.

But Jason was dead.

Bruce grieved him way too hard for that to be fake. Jason was definitely dead.

But this kid went by the name Jason… Jason Johnson. Which was Jason Todd’s adoptive mother’s maiden name.

And the eyes were exact.

Tim had run them through a program to compare them to Jason Todd’s and, well. It said exact match. Same with a facial recognition.

When a new photo popped up on his newly created alert, Tim easily pulled the Daily Planet employment records and was able to double confirm. This definitely looked like Jason Todd.

But if he was Jason, why hadn’t he come to Bruce?

Was the League threatening him? Was he afraid to come to Bruce because of that? He’d gone to Metropolis, which was close. Did he know that the bats would figure it out, find him, and help him?

Tim was honestly ready to go straight to Bruce with all this, but he hesitated. Jason’s birthday was coming up in a little over a month, and Bruce was not handling it well.

If Tim was wrong here…

So Tim needed to gather more evidence.

The first thing he did was enlist Kon.

“Tim why are we doing this,” Conner asked, after he’d flown the two of them to Gotham Cemetery. It was just before dawn, so the cemetery was completely abandoned, giving them perfect privacy.

And it was way too early for Bruce to be awake, so he wouldn’t notice what Tim was doing, either.

“I have a hunch, okay?” Tim said, as he walked the last few paces over to the gravestone that said Jason Todd.

Conner stayed back where he landed and said, uncertainly, “This feels wrong. Isn’t it wrong? Like… grave robbing?”

“It’s not wrong,” Tim shot back, “We aren’t digging him up. Just looking.”

“What if I don't want to look?” Kon whined back.

Which was fair enough. Tim didn’t want to look inside coffins, either. But this was necessary.

“If I’m right, there’s nothing to even look at,” he said, “It’s empty down there.” And if it wasn’t empty down there, then they were dealing with a clone.

But the clone clearly wasn’t doing what Ra’s wanted him to do, because he’d gone and stolen three kids right from under Ra’s nose.

Kon held his gaze another long moment, clearly hoping Tim would change his mind. When Tim held the gaze firmly, and didn’t budge, Kon dropped his shoulders and grimaced.

And, finally, looked down at the grave they were standing near. He took a deep breath, then really looked, and his eyes went wide.

“Damn,” Kon exhaled, “You’re right.”

Tim couldn’t help his grin.

“How are you right?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said, ��that’s what I need to figure out next.”

[sinvulkt]

Fanfic writer interview

tagged by: @purple-iris

Thank you for the tag, i love those!!

what fandoms do you write in? So many! Star Wars, Dr. Strange, Dream SMP, Avatar the last airbender... and this year I wrote several one shot for the movie The Count Of Montecristo 2024 (it's currently in US theaters and an amazing movie, go see it!!) and the tv serie Nautilus (misadvantures of a crew of misfit led by Captain Nemo. Yes the jules verne one. It's like a gathering of whump and angst trope, I advise it!!)

how many words have you published in 2024?Wow that's hard to calculate! Since I have some WIPs over several years, i can’t use AO3 function xd. Plus I translated a lot of my work this year, which artificially double the written amount. AO3 says 230k words, I'm honestly too lazy to count the true number, but I'd say it's between 50k and 100k.

what is your greatest achievement this year? I finished my first longfic, Dreamt of a Never Ending Sky!! It's 56k word and I began it three years ago. This was the end of a long road but it feel so satisfying to have reached it's closing point. 🎶

what are your top three fics you've written this year? Hard choice. Mhhh...

🪽 The Caucasian Eagles serie - bcs adding wings to the montecristo universe and brainstorming around it with fandom friends was an amazing experience.

🪽 Do Sea Monsters Dream of Pink Shellfishes? — I honestly love all the nautilus fanfic i wrote bcs this serie has so many fic whump and angst potential to play with. But i was particularly fond of that one because "becoming a monster" trope, plus I got attached to eel!Nemo I can't help it xd.

🪽 Unhinged Vaderkin Prompt Collection — it's more a snippet-prompt collection for all the ideas roaming in my head, but there are so many that it feel very satisfying to share them. And it does make me write a short snippet for each universe which is a fun exercice.

what was your biggest pit of despair moment? I have been in a writing hiatus for two months now, and haven't written much compared to last year >.> But I guess it's a necessary rest.

what have you learned? Unrelatedly, instead of writing I drew quite a bit. So i learnt that I actually can draw! With the help of a tablet xd. (I did make good use of that break time to read delicious stories :3.) Please check my drawing account @sinvulkt-art , it needs some love :3.

did you beta any fics? any faves you want to shout out? I beta-ed lot of fics! This year, mostly the ones of my co-writers for The Caucasian Eagles and in the Nautilus fandom.

what three fics have you read this year that you love? That choice is so hard because there are so many great fics out there. Can't I make it five? XD.

Nemesis by MorallyGrey ( @silverinkgoldenquill )

I try to live in the now… Where the ghosts of old wrongs do not abide." Nemo turned his back on the past for a long time, perhaps for too long. Now, snatched from his own ship, he has little choice but to work for a man whom he long thought, and wished to be dead. His only hope is the League, but that means uncovering dark secrets. Secrets that, some would say, should have remained unearthed… (A Sequel to the LXG 2003 Movie)- Minor edits 2024. 180k words.

From the Ashes by renegade_of_theworld ( @renegadeoftheworld )

The story took a different turn after the Siege of the North when Zuko was captured by the Water Tribe.

A lot of prisoner trope, found families, and not-adoptions... And Zuko having to deal with more trauma than in the canon. 480k words.

Body in Abyss, Heart in Abyss by Emerald_sealin

WARNING: Heavy Book 4 and 5 SPOILERS.

For 800 years Xie Lian fought for what he believed was right. He endured centuries of unearned torment, shouldered responsibilities bigger than he was, no matter what was thrown at him Xie Lian took it, Xie Lian bore it, Xie Lian soldiered on.

Until the final battle on Mount Tonglu, when Xie Lian looses for the last time.

And forgives....for the last time.

Finally, the god of Xianle will have his REVENGE! 59k words.

Not a fic, but I really wanna shout out to the webnovel & novel Omniscient Reader which I discovered one month ago and obsolutely broke my heart. I love it so much. It begin as such an ordinary story, but reaching its end sure make you think a lot and destroy you. Then the side story exist to crush whatever remain of your heart.

(I want to punch the narrator so much. Me wanting to punch the mc generally is a very good thing. It means they are an idiotTM. A very infuriating, smirking, wrong decision-maker, punchable idiot. It's amazing)

what ideas are percolating for next year? Advancing on my other WIPs and finishing as many of them as I can (namely finishing The Monster and the Child, advancing On the Edge of Twilight and What If Dr Strange Lost His Humanity)! And translating more one shot in french to boost a bit french fanfics I think.

who do you want to thank? Another hard question there XD. All my fandom buddies I think bcs stories are much more entertaining with people to engage with, all my mutuals, and all the people I keep tagging (harassing? XD) on tumblr for such games (hopefully you find them fun as well :3). Can't really quote everyone here, but @sarcasticfirefighter for welcoming me in the dr strange world a few years ago, @firejay112 bcs i had my best time in star wars as her beta, @tocacot who patiently support all my wild blabbering about omniscient reader... I was also overjoyed to collaborate with @ash--00 , @azzzryel and Enepfopi this year. I never really forgot my collaboration with @purpleopossum either. I am seriously impressed by @fanfictasia going through the wildly long list of prompt I gave them years ago (i know i'm super late to comment on them but you're doing great 💜). Additionally I want to thank @pat-the-togorian , @asteral-feileacan and the other taaoej gals for being great friends (and rpg buddies) :3.

Finally, let's say thanking the world for being alive XD and bcs i'm a very lucky person who got a phd I love.

More importantly, I wanna thank all the creators for creating, wether it be inside fandom or for original content. Never stop bringing new things into this world!! Even if you think everyone will hate it. We never know who will come to love and live thanks to our story~

tagging: all the people mentioned before who want to join (yes, even if you were randomly mentioned as a fic writer or as thanks), anyone who see this and want to join, as well as: @kuraiarcoiris @udekai @aimportantdragoncollector @threebea @beguilewritesstuff @numerousbees1106 @trickstress333 @exomal @thehappybaker @wendingways @cinderfeather @bluntblade @tramp-fiction @starmahgalaxies @tonhalszendvics @retciwrites @vandervoiz @insertmeaningfulusername @pebblish @linzerj @doctorgeekery @dreaminghour @silvereddaye @chickadeechickadoo @25centsoda @silvercaptain24 @insecateur @allen-kunekune @dragonnan @charlottevader @makaronik @wyvunn @in-company-of-misery @starr234 @lialox @attackfish @chrisis-averted @gasmeros

[novankenn]

Small Packages... BIGGER Problems

(A "Better Ring Roman AU" Snippet)

(A/N - So for this AU Neo is 20 years old. Weiss is as previously stated is 17 years old. Now as per Canadian law... age of sexual consent if 16. So there is legally no "underage" in this story. Personal opinion is another matter, and if the thought of Neo-x-Weiss bothers you that is understandable and perfectly valid.)

Roman was closing on the safe-house that the Malachite Family had "gifted" to Roman for his personal use when in Argus, when one of the three scrolls he carried rang. It was his private-private line.

"Torchwick. Your dime for my time."

"Roman... why is there a... Schnee in my house?"

"Good afternoon Little Miss. It's always a pleasure to hear you voice, but I believe I misheard you." Roman responded, rolling his eyes as the first of a dozen or so headaches appeared. "Did you say... YOUR house?"

"You damn well know what I said Roman!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure... we're on the same page, because I distinctly remember have signed paperwork transferring title and deed to my firm. I also recall having receipts for paid property taxes... but IF this is your house..."

"You wouldn't dare." Little Miss growled. "Don't start threatening your little legal actions..."

"Oh, this wouldn't be little." Roman cut her off. "I think I'd have to subpoena all your current financial holdings and tax returns to prove that you had the means to cover all costs associated with the building in question... which means by making me THINK I was legally obligated to cover those costs..."

"I don't like having a Schnee here." Little Miss Snapped. "She's trouble. Big trouble, and I don't like trouble that can cause me personal problems."

"Then stay away. Ms Schnee is a client in need of my LEGAL services, and that is all I need to divulge to you." Roman cradled the scroll in the crook of his neck as he twisted the knob to the front door. "So unless there is a LEGAL matter you require assistance for, I have a client waiting for me."

"Keep her on a short leash, Roman. Her and your imp." the line call disconnected before Roman could utter another word.

"Rude." Roman collapsed the scroll and stuffed it into it's proper pocket before pulling off his trademark bowler hat and hung it on the coat rack.

"Gods damn it Neo!" Roman snapped as he stepped into the main sitting area to find Weiss Schnee curled up on Neo's lap, openly crying. "What did you do?"

Neo shot Roman an extremely hateful glare before adjusting herself so she sign. Her hands flew through the gestures, and Roman was having a little difficulty keeping up.

"Okay. Sorry. I jumped to conclusions." Roman countered Neo's silent comments. "Is there a reason for this?"

Roman watched as Neo's hands flew through another sequence of hands signs.

"Okay. Okay." Roman sighed as he dropped ass first into the overstuffed armchair across from the cuddled pair. "She's a client, remember that."

Neo replied with several rather rude expressions.

"She's a client of OUR firm, which means she's your client as well, and NO you can't quit. I'm going to need you on this." Roman responded.

Neo threw a few more hand signs, though with nowhere near the vitriol that first sets had contained.

"I'm not going to comment on that." Roman replied. "Be that as it may. This ALL has to be above board for it to work, which means you have to be on your best behavior... is she asleep?"

Neo nodded as she gently ran her fingers through Weiss snow-white locks.

"Can you get her into on of the rooms, or do I need to carry her?" Roman asked as he pulled out a cigar and prepped it for lighting. "Are you going to tell me what set her off?"

Neo shook her head.

"I see... is it going to complicate the Emancipation Suit?"

Neo once again shook her head.

"Okay." Roman flicked open his lighter and puffed a few times before snapping the gold plated flip-top closed with a flick of his wrist. "Get he settled. Make sure you stay close."

Neo looked at Roman, one of her eyebrows raised.

"The Malachite know she's here. I don't think they're stupid enough to risk what I know about their operations against a shot at a Schnee... but you never can tell." Roman took a couple of puffs, letting the thick smoke slowly drift up into the air past his face. "I have some calls to make."

Neo nodded, and as Roman continued to puff and mentally sketch out his next moves, Neo roused Weiss and escorted the emotionally drained young woman to the nearest bedroom. Roman waited until the pair vanished through the door before pulling out his business scroll.

"Here's hoping Prismeya is in a good mood." Roman muttered as he hit the call icon.

(A/N - I have no idea what's going to happen in this portion of these combined AUs. SO bear with me while I try and juggle ideas and hopefully due justice to the ideas of the other contributors when I link to their stories.)

[onlybe-satanonce]

Prowler Vs Miguel O' Hara

I was just thinking about how in ASTV, Miguel doesn't use his webs a lot, and I thought about more how he mainly uses his claws, and how else uses his claws a lot? Prowler! So I made a connection and fell down a rabbit hole of similarities, and now I want to share them with you.

(Btw I'm not sure if this was really the intent for his design but I just wanted to talk about parallels between The Prowler and Miguel. )

705 words

First off and most obvious the claws.

Even though Miguel has organic web shooters, and does use them on occasion, he seems to mainly stick to using claws to fight and get around, especially during the chase scene in the city where he mostly used his claws to propel himself forward. (Even when he was flying through the city he used flying squirrel-like wings to chase, not his webs.)

On top of that they have similar fighting styles when using their claws, using it to push themselves forward and tearing through things around them to get closer to, most often, miles.

On top of that Miles has a very similar response to Miguel chasing him as he did in ISTV when they're all in Aunt May's House. Scrambling and fighting frantically to get away from a much bigger and stronger opponent, and even though in ASTV Miles got a lot more accustomed to being spiderman, he still had trouble escaping Miguel and was very clearly afraid like he was when facing off against Uncle Aaron as the Prowler.

So on top of having claws in common they also use them in similar ways and get similar reactions out of Miles.

Second Is their masks

Although it's a small detail they both have similar eye designs. A small curl near the farthest corner and a straight line in the corner of the eye. I don't have a lot to whole lot to say about this similarity but it's just another way their designs crossover.

(even Miles-42 has the pattern!)

Third their fates and behaviors

Even their behavior as characters in regard to what they're wearing is similar. we see videos of Miguel and his daughter, he's out of the suit and living happily with his family. When we see Uncle Aaron out of the suit, he's happy with Miles, his family.

But when when they get into their suit, they become focused machines, mind drilled into their missions, disregarding much around them and other people. Besides the small snippet of Miguel with his daughter, we never see him in anything else. Not even in his intro, where most other spiders, were shown in outfits besides their suits, which in my opinion, are meant to symbolize how their life without a mask and life with one are different.

But Miguel doesn't take his suit off, even when he has his mask off. After his daughters death, his spiderman life, and civilian life finally caught up with him and he is forced to live in-between them in a horrible limbo.

For Uncle Aaron it's different. His two lives are separated into two, and the only times he takes it off is when his lives converge. When Miles finds out that the Uncle Aaron is Prowler, Miles is destroyed, crushed but he knows. This ultimately leads to Uncle Aaron's death in the end.

When Miles reveals himself to Uncle Aaron at Aunt May's house, it's a last long shot that Miles hopes will convince him to spare Miles. His family. But once Uncle Aaron lets him go, he dies, his two lives converging for a final time. Spelling disaster for a final time.

Tying into the multiverse

I'm not completely sure that the symbolism of the suit and mask and civilian clothes would be so prevalent to their stories, and the stories of other spiders, but it really gets you thinking about the repetition in different universes and how it all blends together.

With Gwen, when she comes face to face with her dad, her civilian life, and spider man identify come together, forcing her to make difficult and life changing decisions. With Pavitr, his love Gayatri, pushed him to rescue the inspector. With Miles's help, Gayatri and her father were both saved, and they all met. Momentarily converging his life between the suit and his civilian life, which ending up potentially ending his universe.

Well, this was a lot and it really just a rant about how good the writing and story is and my interpretation of some of it, so major respect to everyone who worked on these movies. It really is incredible and i'm so pumped to see what they do with these characters in BTSV

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Any fics that are good for all ages? My younger sister is into Undertale and it's AUs and I'm trying to find a good one for her.

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Happy Family by Sunfreckle (General Audiences, Complete)

When the monsters were freed from the underground, they could all have the lives they had always dreamed of. And Frisk finally had a happy family again... This is the fluff, the whole fluff, and nothing but the fluff. Every chapter will be a short, happy snippet of life in the surface world where Frisk, Toriel, Sans, and Papyrus live together. Maybe a little hurt/comfort but nothing depressing, I'm mainly interested in writing happy monster family fluff. If there is a chapter with some drama in it, I only do it to make everyone even happier afterwards and there will be a warning before the chapter. (The finale chapters are by far the most dramatic and not quite in the same style as the rest of the story, but once again: only to create more happiness.) Romance is not the main focus, but there will by Alphyne, eventual Soriel and slow burn Papyton. Turns into more of a "real story" with longer chapters instead of a collection of fluffy one-shots from chapter 22 onwards with some overarching plotlines that are all still meant to bring nothing but happiness. Completed in September 2016. Graciously betaed by BookishAngel.

Do You Think Even the Worst Person Can Change? by EZ_Rider (General Audiences, Complete)

Dr. Wingdin Gaster kept his experiment, 6 (Sans), hidden from the outside world. An unexpected visit from the king forces his secret into the open. This is a story about good intentions, bad mistakes, and the fine line between being a monster and being human. Warning: Because this fic seeks to tie up some loose ends of the UT backstory, spoilers abound. Don't read if you haven't finished playing the game through to your heart's content.

Avid Adopter by Clichely (General Audiences, Complete)

The Guardian of Negativity, sometimes called the King thereof. He's one of the coldest, meanest beings in the multiverse. So..why does he suddenly have small footsteps scurrying around the house?

Love In All Shapes And Sizes. by little_clown, PappyIsTheBest (General Audiences, Complete)

Rain, Error hated the rain and It was raining in BittyTale #54 while Error was there on an errand. Despite that, he gets himself two special Bitty's, who had their own little secret, Which also sets off a whole series of events, that not only bring hidden stuff up to the surface, but also help Nightmare get his Family back, while changing the Multiverse as a whole. This is a story that Bean and I (Cherry) Wrote for NaNo (Writing Month). About a little family, getting bigger and finding more lost family along the way. 20 chapters - Completed - Word count: 100.733K

The Memories of a Tale (Error!Sans x Reader) by Donut2460 (General Audiences, Complete)

What... Happened? (Y/N), is a girl that wakes up in a hospital not knowing where she is, she was told to have amnesia over something that happened years ago that made her go into a coma for 5 years. Later, she inherits a little house, when she goes in she finds a note with a necklace that gives her strange abilities saying that she has to recover her memories a certain way because a disastrous event is coming and it’s up to her to save the multiverse. Will she be able to do it? And what surprises await her?

[wolfstarmicrofic]

The rules say that a microfic can not be a snippet of something I have written before. But is it okay to fit in my microfic with a story I write later on and make it part of the bigger story? All assumed it still works as a one-shot...

What we don’t want: “Oh, I used the word spoon in the fic I posted 3 months ago! I’ll pull a snippet as a microfic so that more people see it.”

What you can do: A new written moment within an established fic universe, an epilogue type moment, a prequel type moment, a slice of life within an established dynamic, an extension of a previous microfic, a prompt or idea that you may want to write

basically, as long as it is *new* writing and not something you’ve already posted somewhere, then you can do it. Hope that helps!

[ao3wasntenough]

Anon again, I love all your versions of cybertronian sam and the little scenario snippets. Fr glad I found your page. :00 especially like the mini bot Sam with prowl and Sam being a jet ngl the chaos is perfecto. Pfft thanks for answering my previous chatter.

Do you have any cybertronian Sam fics or ones you recommend?

Mini bot Sam is one I’m excited to explore and create Sams dynamic with other bots! And what other Cybertrionians would think or react like to not only a mini bot /minicon but a human turned minibot, the mini bot lore has as many options and origins as big bots but even with whatever notion I go with it would rely a lot on The bigger bots knowledge and emotions around the ideas of mini bots and their “role” . I feel like Sam from human to mini bot so badly wants his role in everything and being a mini bot makes it easier for some bots to bridge that gap for him

Recommendations

Conceptions of self , my most recent reread and hands down one of the best at giving you more time with Sam and other bots!! Made me enjoy the idea of Sam and Prowl and where I could explore more

Newspark has some easy short one shots for a fun happy time, I found the second one in the series my favourite

Crossroads Converging in a paradox , Pax Cybertronia , and Antebellum are juggernaut of Sam and cybertron world building and pack a lot into their narratives that should take awhile with

And Tilt is one of the two I consider the most drastic with the concept of Sam transforming? Definitely read tags and warnings for all recommendations but Tilt specifically pushes Sam and Bumblebee especially. Really fascinating read and it’s like on the harsher edger reality and difficulty that would come with something like changing into a completely different life form and life expectancy. be warned it’s one of the heavier stories

Ao3’s bot!sam or cybertrionian tags are the easiest way to browse though few gems in groups on fanfiction net

[newtsnaturethings]

Can we please have more info and lore for Trigun/Nausicaä AU? Am very interested with the story and the characters in this world setting.

Well good evening Anon I would LOVE to talk more about this AU.

I don’t want to reveal too much since I’m very much still working out a lot of lore and ideas, but I can give a summary of some of the ideas and characters. I have a LOT of little plot bunnies and comic ideas for this AU; they just take me a hot minute lol. And I’m not much of a writer so drawing it is!

So like. The ideas I had for this AU were entirely born from a world building standpoint; Gunsmoke and the Toxic Jungle are like. On the same spectrum of world building but on opposite ends, if that makes sense (harsh potentially toxic environment, post-apocalyptic human society, there’s massive fucking bug-adjacent things, etc). And I love world building and environmental storytelling so yeah let’s put these characters into this similar but also different setting.

Meryl is Nausicaä. She’s always trying to help people and understand toxic ecosystem. She tries to investigate the nature of the Toxic Jungle and the Insects (Zazie finds this VERY interesting).

Kuroneko is the fox-squirrel.

Vash is…a being of the toxic jungle somehow. I’m still workshopping how exactly this will is gonna play out. Vash has a whole inner conflict about how the Toxic Jungle is hurting people, but he also feels bad for the plants (vegetation plants AND capital P-Plants) and insects and stuff; he’s drawn to the fact that Meryl is trying to find a solution to this.

Wolfwood is the guy from Pejite. Hint hint betrayal later.

Milly is one of Meryl’s best friends from the Valley of the Wind.

Livio is Mito. Constantly worries about Meryl going into the Toxic Jungle.

Zazie: insects, hivemind, the works.

Chronica is Princess Kushana, but she may or may not exactly be calling all the shots. Chapel and Conrad run things over in Pejite.

Knives is here too. He’s pulling some strings and organizing conflicts for his ultimate goal: eradicating humanity. Vash is very much not cool with this.

The Plants are underground purifying the earth.

Plot wise: most of the story beats stay similar, with some added themes from Trigun sprinkled in. The big ol fire dudes in the movie: they’re a proxy for nukes yes, but also a warning about the mindset that one constantly needs to be preparing for war by acclimating bigger and more destructive weapons. And that doing so paired with the willingness to use those weapons pages the way for someone to shut out the suffering of others (be that animal, plant, etc). The fire dudes are even vaguely human shaped, but thier eyes are vacant and soulless, and that shows how beings can spiral down that route if they aren’t careful.

Vash and Knives both come from the bones of these guys, so they’re an offshoot of both the destructive capabilities of humanity (which manifests as those fire dudes) AND Toxic Jungle (which exists to heal the Earth from that trauma). Fun internal conflicts that they both react to in very normal ways 🙃.

Also it’s me so yes this AU will have vashmeryl in it SUE ME

That’s the basics of it for now. I have an entire Notes App page of snippets and ideas for this au and I’m always happy to talk about it. I have it under the tag: Trigun Nausicaä AU for organization.

Thanks for the ask 🦎

[britcision]

Not gonna lie, we’ve been watching YuYu Hakusho alongside the release of Delicious In Dungeon and uh

It’s been illuminating

Like on the one hand hoooooooboy you can taste the 90s animation techniques (and the Netflix version is somehow more strobey and seizure bait, and they’ve fucked random chunks of audio?? I have the dvds I can prove they’ve fucked around)

On the other hand… yeah, it really, really highlights what people have already been talking about with the Delicious In Dungeon - the pacing issues, especially with going shot for shot from the manga instead of embracing their own medium

Cuz I will stand by YuYu Hakusho being the best anime version of a manga I’ve ever seen. It’s true to the manga, but keeps up the pacing and fleshes things out by leaning more into the side characters, and particularly our audience surrogates, Koenma and George

The fights all pace well because we cut to the people watching them, so it’s not just repetitive punch punch punch shots (although we do get those)

Whereas this week’s episode of DunMeshi in particular…. Really suffered from skewed pacing on that fight

They had way too much time just standing around talking, both with the harpies and in between Falin’s attacks, and I’d bet even an anime-only fan could pick out which shots were literal panels in the anime because nothing moved to flow between them

Those shots of the separated groups especially; this is anime, not manga. Those people could have been moving, interacting, doing things instead of panning over a still

I get that it takes more time and money but this was a really significant fight and it does make me worry a little for season 2, because the red dragon fight also had some pacing problems (although to a much lesser degree) and season 2 is when the combat pops off

I really do appreciate them wanting to do a faithful interpretation of the manga and sticking close to Ryoko Kui’s vision, but anime is its own medium and by sticking too closely they’re not taking full advantage of that medium

You have more time to fill in an animated episode vs a manga chapter because your characters literally move and flow, and three panels of action happen in a second

They’ve been folding two or three chapters into each episode, but this week’s especially (ep 17) really played too close to that two chapter timeline, instead of taking out the important story beats and the time to fill and working out how to pace around that instead

(Funnily enough though, they actually nailed the exact same kinda pacing issue in the exact same episode for the Laios and Shuro fight; that one was fucking great, it was clear that action was ongoing even while we focused on other people, and it had good weight and emphasis despite being largely offscreen, just like the harpy fight should have been

I. Guess. They coulda put more work into that than the Falin fight? Cuz it’s a huge character moment but for fuck’s sake Chimera!Falin SHOULD be the bigger one! We the audience got hints but this was the REVEAL)

Honestly just… the 1000% disinterest in the harpy fight was jarring, and it leading immediately into the Falin fight that was basically stop motion without the time lapse didn’t help

Cutting to Marcille and Shuro on the shirt tear was fucking great though, chef’s kiss, someone out there is still watching over us, I just hope they work out a happy medium soon

I get that there’s lots of iconic and fantastic panels in the manga, I made a complete summary of every single chapter, but the anime shouldn’t be showing them as stills

The characters should be moving in between them, not snapping from one face to the next like a slide show

In a perfect world I’d also love some more little character asides and things a la YYH, but there just isn’t the same easy audience characters to cut to

But but but

Thistle reacting a la Koenma to some snippets of the bullshit in his dungeon would give me fucking LIFE he can’t be watching all the time for obvious plot reasons but I want him to find a veggie golem

I want him to see the kraken and find some leftovers and be searching for Delgal and plotting their dinner and wondering why he can smell something delicious and what is it and can he make that

Move the background stuff that got cut from the Tances’ episodes, cut to Namari and the twins hanging out and talking about leg guards, there’s SO MUCH supplemental material

It might be less one for one to the manga but it’d stop the weird dragging out and give us something more, something extra to appreciate the anime on its own merits

It’s nice to have an anime experience that is very close to reading the manga, but it’s something really special to have the anime shine and add to the experience on its own

Anyway next week is the shapeshifter and I’m so hype for that and wondering if they are gonna include just a smidge of meta knowledge since Kui did tell us whose impersonations are whose 👀

[marichild]

hihi! for the fic writers ask game: 1, 32, 39, 53, 56

HI SUNNY!! it's been a while hehe <33 fic ask game for those curious!

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

personally I'm more of a one-shots kinda guy. this is mostly because I am a full time student with a part time job and so keeping up with multi-chaptered fics is...difficult. that being said I do love telling longer stories so I do have a few up, with my priority (aside from my fic events stuff) right now being my gojo & megumi ft. worldbuilding fic !!

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

NAURRR this is evil... okay to name a few.

@valleykey @hollow-lime-green @zukkaoru

being forced to choose ... cries inside /silly (my actual list is far far bigger lmao)

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

“Fushiguro,” Itadori tugs on his arm, Kugisaki standing by the doorway looking suspiciously smug, “come with us. We wanna show you something.”

Megumi eyes him warily, but he lets himself be tugged along. The thing about Itadori is that it’s easy to be caught up in his orbit. He exudes a gravity that’s unique to him and him alone—something made of laughter and ferocity and so much love and admiration for the world around him, the people he surrounds himself with, that it spills out of him in waves.

Perhaps that’s what drew Megumi to him in the first place, even before Gojo decided to butt in and give them adjacent rooms. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t tell Itadori to go away when he comes knocking, reminded of how Gojo had just wanted to give him a companion without Tsumiki around and had ended up giving him—so much more.

(It’s strange, how entangled Gojo is with every other facet of his life now—or perhaps, he always has been, and Megumi’s only realizing it now, when he’s not around to see Megumi come into himself, grow, be the person he’d hoped for Megumi to be.)

snippet of a VERY late megumi birthday fic :) hopefully I get it done and post tonight lol

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

there was a time when I read more than I wrote. and there was also a time when I wrote more than I read. honestly it depends on the time of year and how much will I have to live LMAO these days I'd say more writing? fic obligations are surprisingly good for keeping your skills sharp and also I am not. in agreement. with most of the bsd and alnst tag on ao3 lmao. but yeah I write more these days

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

hmmm. I've been told that I write emotions and convey imagery well :D I will admit that prose is my strength! my grandma would've said that I was born to be a poet but came out slightly skewed HAHA that being said I'm always improving so it's likely that I'll hate whatever I'm proud of in like. three months 😭🙏

tysm for the tag sunny!! <3

[estiebestieban]

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

pierresesteban?

Oeeeh! I don't really go there (often, I should say -) but I love a good challenge! (also hey, endings are HARD)

CW: Alcohol mention

send a heart and a ship for a brief snippet!

Esteban doesn't know how much Pierre had to drink when the clock strikes four in the morning, and the magic of the evening is broken by last call and the staff turning on the lights of the club. But then again, he doesn't really know how many drink he himself had tossed back up to that point.

One turned into two, and everyone knows that liquor tastes better after the third, and that beer almost becomes pleasant after at least six fruity shots.

He did know that he had two beers at least, and that there was still a strong artificial taste of coconut clinging to his teeth.

Once, when he was 15 and a bigger moron than he was these days, he had kisses a girl who had worn coconut flavoured lip balm. While Esteban had kissed her, he had noticed how her lips were still chapped, even when he tasted nothing but coconut for the following two hours.

Naturally, he kissed her again and again until he grew sick of the flavour of coconut. Truthfully, he also grew tired of kissing girls rather quickly at that point. Mostly of tasting coconut though.

"Tired?" Pierre slurs when he slaps his open palm against Esteban's back with more force than would be necessary. He is drunk too. Esteban would know the way the alcohol makes his movements sluggish and free anywhere. "Is it past your bedtime already?"

Esteban's cheek is pressed against a glass pane which has obviously not been cleaned for months. His breath fogs up the glass, showing specs of dirt and grime. He drags his fingertip through the condensation lazily and carelessly. Too late he realizes he's drawing a heart. Dragging his finger through it sluggishly to create the tell-tale crack of pain feels almost cathartic. "Fuck off."

It's all he dares to say to the other from his position on the floor. The glass he's pressing his cheek against is a divider between the outdoor space of the club, and the wide open world before their feet. It's sticky underneath his touch. It smells of strawberries and beer.

"Let me help you up." Pierre says, holding out a hand which morphs into a metaphorical olive branch. Esteban feels like he's going to throw up. At least that would be a fitting end to whatever tattered ends of their friendship their remained. A fitting end to their careers as teammates.

He takes the offered hands, wait for Pierre to clumsily try and pull him onto his feet. The expected yank does not come, and Esteban realizes that he'd closed his eyes moments ago. Everything fucking stinks of liquor. "You're just going to stand there?" He bites, trying to sooth the words with a smile he knows is crooked.

Stupid end of the season celebrations. Stupid Alpine. Stupid Pierre and his ridiculous smile.

Pierre had been his best friend, once upon a time when they were both young. Then he had been his rival and his enemy. Lately he has been his teammate. Pierre had always been his stupid little foolish crush.

The first boy he thought he could kiss, back when they still had sleepovers and Esteban was allowed to rest his head on Pierre's shoulder in the back of the car driving to one karting track or another. The first boy he thought he could love, back when Pierre said he hated Esteban's guts because some he-said-he-said bullshit with a sponsor or a girlfriend or a whatever-it-truly-was.

Esteban is too drunk to remember. Maybe he doesn't recall the true story when he's sober either. Who cares. Pierre has his fingers wrapped around his wrist, standing between his outstretched legs as if he's going to pull any second now.

Any second now.

"A little help here, Este?" All Pierre does is raise his eyebrow and look at him with that stupid shit eating grin that Esteban has seen a thousand times before, and then a thousand times over in his mind. "You're a lot taller than I am, and we're both drunk off our asses. I don't think -"

Somewhere close some girls scream. Breathing life into the otherwise mostly quiet night. Most people have long since gone home, only the truly desperate or drunk remain. Esteban doesn't know to which group he belongs to.

He gets to his feet with little grace. Tugging onto Pierre's hand for leverage until the other nearly falls forward to the sticky and dirty ground. Esteban knows he has stained his pants, just as he knows he doesn't give a fuck about that.

Pierre doesn't move, not even when Esteban all but smashes against him in search of something to steady himself against. The world is swaying, but Pierre is still through it all.

"Fuck you." Esteban breathes again. Pierre's face is close enough to his own that he can smell the alcohol on Pierre's breath. For some reason, it doesn't smell awful on him. "Fuck you soooo much." He slurs, steadying himself by gripping Pierre's shoulder. If his thumb digs a bit too hard into the muscle underneath, no one should mention it, ever.

"Why?" Pierre asks, his eyes a lot less cold than Esteban has seen them lately.

"Because I want to." And if that wasn't the truth. "And because we're both drunk."

He doesn't know who kisses who first. All Esteban knows is that Pierre's hands are slightly sticky when they grip the back of his head, dragging him down until their lips are crashing together underneath the glowing streetlights of a city ready to wake up any moment now. Pierre tastes like champagne, and it doesn't surprise Esteban in the slightest. It was so Pierre to order bottle service.

His back crashes against the glass divider as the both of them sway on their legs. Stupid and drunk and finally kissing after years and years. Someone shouts for them to watch out. It sounds as if it's coming from miles away.

"We're so drunk." Esteban whispers when Pierre pulls back, his lungs burning and begging for air. He pulls the other forward again, stealing another kiss before Pierre can protest.