#so the plan is to get to 499 works

[starsfic]

Summaries:

Finish my time travel Spicynoodles

Azure sees a ray of sunshine when he visits Tang Sanzang. Vampire AU

When tagging along to one of Xiaojiao's less legal street races, a dark horse rider appears out of the blue, and Xiaotian is starstruck. Spicynoodles smut.

Episode 1 of my TMNT

Azure Lion and Lady Bone Demon are in the void. They aren't alone.

Macaque's memories are twisted when he is revived. Very AU.

My Scooby Doo: The gang find themselves trapped after a bad car crash.

Xiaojiao and Xiaotian discuss Red during "bestie bonding time". Smut

Spicynoodles want to date. Unfortunately, Red's hand has been promised...to several hundred suitors, leaving the duo to work on untangling a diplomatic mess. (Uncle Ruyi is fired from matchmaking.)

Vanessa and Glamrock Freddy track down rumors of Help Wanted getting published, unaware that a little girl is being lured by Gregory's voice.

[mishmash-webster]

FINALLY BREACHED THE 400 PAGE MARK ON ARCHIVING THE W2H DEV BLOG LETS GOOOOOOOO

[lumitoiile]

☆ :  gorou drabble...

summary : you ask the general if he'll allow you to touch his ears. fluff. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 499.

"huh...??!"

gorou's poor heart nearly stops right then and there, face flushed incredibly red. 

not you, too! he's aware of the rumor about his pointy ears being good luck, but this is just getting out of hand. 

"y-you—are you teasing me or something? did lady yae or one of the troops put you up to this?" 

not only is he utterly confused, but he's just so embarrassed. he doesn't know what to do. he can't believe this. you must be joking, right?

you chuckle softly, reassuring him that you're being very serious. 

as if his cheeks couldn't be any more red.

he's a mess, hesitating on his answer as his thoughts spiral. you really want to touch his ears? quite frankly, he's always sort of hated whenever his comrades would ask about it. his ears have always been strictly off limits. but...

he doesn't really mind, as long as its you.

with a shaky breath, he gives in. he's far too flustered to give you a verbal response, so he nods slowly and leans his head forward, welcoming his fluffy ears to you.

and boy oh boy are they soft. they're even fluffier than they look, and when you start rubbing your fingers delicately over his russet colored fur, he cant help but let out a soft sigh. 

his tail will definitely start wagging at how you touch him so tenderly, almost on instinct. 

then you hear it.

"mmn...mh..."

and holy fucking shit. 

your face erupts with a million different shades of red, and your fingers pause against his silky tufts. did...did you do that? did you just make him sound like that? 

"s-sorry," you murmur, starting to pull your hands away. "did, uh...did that hurt...?"

"no!" he nearly yelps, reaching for your hands and placing them back on his ears carefully. "n-no, it...it doesn't hurt. just feels a little funny. i-im sensitive there, that's all. please...don't stop."

and so you continue caressing his ears, both of your faces flushed a very bright shade of red. his tail starts wagging even harder, no matter how hard he tries to get it to stop. 

and from that point on, touching his ears became something of a regular occurrence. definitely not something to do in public, though. he'd probably explode if anyone saw you two. 

he always lets out these soft whines, complaining about how embarrassing it is. but honestly? he loves it. craves it, even. but he never ever ever plans on telling you that. if you two are snuggled up in bed together and he wants you to touch his ears, he won't ask you. instead, he'll subtly lean his head toward you, hoping you understand the gesture. 

bonus points if you scratch behind his ears. he loves that. 

overall, he just really enjoys the attention from you. be sure to give him what he wants.

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, or edit my work.

[storiesfromafan]

Drinks - Benny x Reader

A/N: a very small, 499 word one-shot. Enjoy.

Prompt: How many drinks would it take to make you mine?

Tag list: @strayrockette

Taking a moment away from your girl friends, and the need for another drink. You were leaning against the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. When he did, you gave him your order, and waited for your drink.

“How many drinks would it take to make you mine?” Came a rough voice from behind you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes – though your new friend couldn’t see it. “I think the line is how many drinks would it take to take you home? Hmm”. Your tone was annoyed.

When you got no reply did you finally decide to look at your new suitor, and planning to further give the guy a piece of your mind. Unfortunately you did not expect the fine specimen standing behind you. He was tall, just enough muscle, dirty blonde messy mop on his head, matching stubble across his strong jaw and the most gorgeous blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Along with a small smirk upon his lips. Oh how you wish you’d looked at him before opening your big mouth.

To be fair, most of your night, different Vandals had come up to you, shooting their shot. Which you knocked back every time. So, you hadn't expected the next guy to hit on you to be a tall drink of water. Definitely a step up over the lack lustre men that had came before him. You could think of a thing or two you could do with this man.

“I meant what I said" replied the gorgeous man.

Slightly clearing your throat, you gained back your senses. “Hmmm, it’s bold to want to make me yours-” you paused, not knowing his name.

As if reading your mind, he spoke “Benny".

“-Benny, without even a test ride. Why's that?” You questioned, looking him dead in the eye and not backing down.

The smirk on Benny's lips grew, as a small chuckle escaped them. “I don’t need a test ride when I know what I want. And I want you, simple as that, sweetheart".

You raised an eyebrow at his words, and how sure of himself he was. “Oh really, Benny? How can you be so sure?”

Without breaking eye contact, he leant in closer, allowing you to get a good whiff of his aftershave and cigarette mix. Which had your head swimming. “Oh sweetheart, I have liked what I’ve seen the last few nights" and then he winked.

“Is that so?” You enquired, just as your drink was placed by you on the bar. “Unfortunately for you, I don't drink. So, I guess I wont be yours".

With that, you grabbed your pop before patting Benny on the arm and walking back to your friends. You could feel his gaze on you, burning you with every step from him you took. You might be a tease and playing hard to get, but you weren't letting no Vandal think they could have you so easily. If Benny really wanted you, he could work for it.

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: April 4

2019

Best Laid Plans [david/patrick, G, 1,013] by @mostlyinthemorning

Patrick had everything planned down to the last detail. What could go wrong? Before S5E13 "The Hike"

champagne and cheese [david/patrick, T, 499] by amagicbeyond

They popped the champagne, which made several nearby birds take flight, which made David let out another little laugh-cry, which was quickly becoming Patrick’s new favourite sound.

Chronicles of Season Five [david/patrick, G, 16,959] by Aelia_Gioia

Season 5 is giving me the feels. Here's a series of one-shots inspired by the best comedy on TV.

Five Times Patrick Hiked (and the one time David joined him) [david/patrick, G, 1,625] by destroyerofhearts

For the first time since everything went wrong, he found himself truly at peace. And then he'd found the view, and it was like heaven itself.

Role of a Lifetime [david/patrick, G, 1,348] by RC_McLachlan

During his time in the 1%, David learned precisely two things: a) fixing self-tanner streaks with a magic eraser is a terrible idea and should never ever be attempted, especially if one is under the influence of an unknown blue powder that Lindsay Lohan swears is organic; and b) he’s not anyone’s idea of a love interest. How fortunate that Patrick is running off a different script.

2020

Dream Brother [david/patrick, T, 631, CW: MCD] by unkindravens

How do you comfort someone who has lost everything? Stevie tries her best. Aftermath of a character death - proceed with caution.

Getting Out. [gen, G, 372] by thisisfromawhileago

The first time they had a chance to get out of this small town they were forced to live in is because someone finally decided to buy the town from them. In the end the deal fell through but for those few short hours, they did it.

Give Me Love, Give Me Touch [david/patrick, E, 8,126] by bigficenergy

Rosebudd February* Smut** Prompts * My February was a mess so now I'm just filling these when I feel like it.** Mostly smut, but ratings are indicated on each chapter.

grow as we go [david/patrick, G, 897] by smurfvilla

“Why didn’t you tell me about the house?” Patrick sighed and shut his eyes, tipping his head back against the pillow. David’s fingers tightened around Patrick’s, a silent show of his support. There was a long pause.

taste the sweetness on your lips [david/patrick, G, 2,371] by @hullomoon

David had planned to spend the afternoon playing fake engaged with his best friend so they could eat cake. When Stevie backs out Patrick takes her place, pushing his feelings for Patrick front and center.

The Holiday [david/patrick, T, 579] by @sloganeeer

“Well,” Mom says, “you’re the closest thing we have to an expert here today, sweetheart, so what kind of pie should I make for a proper American Thanksgiving?”

Three Strikes and You're (Hopefully Not) Out [david/patrick, T, 2,900] by AlmostUnderground

"The second time it happened, Patrick was the first to wake up. The sun was just starting to illuminate the tiny apartment with a warm golden sheen, the two of them tucked safely under the covers. Patrick didn’t really remember what he was dreaming about when he woke up, his head still a little heavy from the wine they'd had the night before. It was early, though, which he recognized almost immediately. His head was still groggy with sleep as he shifted his body towards David, watching under the soft lighting as his almost-husband's chest rose evenly in his deep sleep. Below the comfort of the warm blankets, Patrick could’ve fall directly back to sleep. That was if he hadn’t noticed, as he shifted towards his fiancé, that the sheets below them were cold and damp. * Much to David's horror, the "incident" wasn't just a one-time thing. *This might turn into a multi-chaptered fic... that no one asked for.

Vows [david/patrick, T, 1,256] by @unfolded73

Patrick works on his wedding vows.

Voyageurs [david/patrick, T, 616] by @sloganeeer

“You know how much I love walking,” David says, bumping their hips together as he rejoins Patrick behind the counter. “I do,” he says. “I do know that.”

You Had Me Pegged from the Start [david/stevie, E, 1,563] by unkindravens

Stevie pegs David.

2021

Afternoon Delight [david/jake, E, 8,652] by IAmHereIRL

This is the story of David and Jake's encounters from the end of season two to the start of season three

David is Pretty Proud of Him [david/patrick, T, 1,796] by BeneficialAddiction

The thing is, David is pretty proud of him. It’s not what he wanted to hear in that moment of course, not the answer he was looking for, and he says as much just to let Patrick know that he is a little annoyed, but... But he’s actually really fucking proud of him and he can barely keep that off his face.

Israel [gen, G, 300] by Rosey_Peach

More Than You Think You Are [stevie & david, T, 3,859] by @vanillahigh00

David pays a visit to Stevie after he hears about Emir.

Please let me know that it's real [david/patrick, G, 2,133] by @sweatersinthesummer

What if David and Patrick skipped the barbecue altogether? ---------“I can return these tickets to the Julia Stiles-a-thon at the drive in tonight. I agree that might have been a little overboard.” David snatches the tickets out of Patrick’s hand and examines them. They’re dated for that evening. He thinks of sitting around the picnic table on the side of the motel with his family and Stevie in the soft evening light, eating burgers and potato salad and drinking wine. He mentally adds Patrick to the table. It’s almost tempting to just say fuck it and invite Patrick. It certainly would be easier to just give in to his family.

Tell it to the Goats [rachel/heather, T, 23,318] by @kindofspecificstore

Rachel loves chocolate cake, her houseplants, and Patrick Brewer. She's not a fan of her car breaking down on the drive out of Schitt's Creek. Thankfully Warner Farms comes to her rescue in more ways than one. A Heather/Rachel love story.

Too too fast [david/patrick, T, 1,444] by @grapehyasynth

Patrick takes David mini golfing. David panics about not being able to go slow, but maybe not in the way Patrick had meant. Stevie, for once, helps.

2022

Everything Went Numb [david/patrick, G, 542] by @filet-o-feelings

David's thoughts and feelings as Patrick sings to him. Companion piece to One Thing Is For Sure.

it would have been fun (if you would've been the one) [david/patrick, G, 897] by @patrckbrewer

Stevie and David weren't right for each other. They were better as friends. Stevie wasn't the kind of person who wanted a romantic relationship. David belonged with Patrick. All of those things were true, but sometimes Stevie couldn't help but think of the what ifs

One Thing is For Sure [david/patrick, G, 528] by @filet-o-feelings

Patrick has never been in love. In all of his 30 years, he’s only thought he was in love with one person. Patrick contemplates being in love, for real, for the first time.

The Past is Always Messy [david/patrick, NR, 12,331] by arajuna, orphan_account

What if Patrick Brewer was secretly Marshall Wheeler from Black Hole High? Marshall Wheeler left his whole life behind to start a new one as Patrick Brewer in a town with a funny name. What caused him to leave? Why did he change his name? And what has been happening with the Blake Holsey friends since the closure of the school? Patrick's ex, Corrine, comes back a year after ruining the family barbeque on a mission to get him to return home. The truth is slowly revealed to David and the others in Schitt's Creek. How will David cope with this and will Patrick be able to stop his former friend group from further falling apart? This goes over an alternate version of the barbeque episode before picking up a year after that event. The main part of the fic is set after Patrick moves into the new apartment but before the meet the parents episode. I know this fic is probably hyper-specific to my interests, but I hope others get some joy out of it. It's also a work in progress

wanna be filled [david/patrick, E, 5,439] by orphan_account

five times patrick is the one fingered and one time david is

You Matter to Me [david/patrick, G, 2,461] by lesbiantism

David and Patrick are autistic, and they love that about each other

2023

Black Flag [gen, G, 2,471] by @glamorous-gryphon

David has a revealing conversation with Roland about handkerchiefs, and why the mayor of Schitt’s Creek keeps a black one in his right pocket.

Platonic Business Help [david/patrick, E, 5,045, CW: dubcon] by swift_wind

Before David can even contemplate an appropriate course of action for his evidently omega business partner, apparently in full heat in their stock room, during business hours no less, he’s striding over, standing behind Patrick, working at the clasps on his skirted pants. ——— Patrick accidentally goes into heat for the first time during store hours. David…helps.

Scruff [david/patrick, T, 100] by @ramonaflow

100 words based on the Tumblr prompt: Scuff

the devil wears mid-range denim [david/patrick, T, 7,021] by @filet-o-feelings

David sells his soul to the devil in exchange for instant migraine relief (among other things, after a successful negotiation). Patrick is the devil, and he's learning a lot about himself after countless years of immortality thanks to David.

Who Are We? [david & alexis, g, 101] by mallpretzles

David and Alexis relive memories as former socialites and come to the same realization for once.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2024 2019: 5 fics/21,444 words 2020: 11 fics/19,932 words 2021: 7 fics/41,502 words 2022: 6 fics/22,198 words 2023: 5 fics/14,740 words Total: 34 fics/119,816 words

[sungjinhos]

i think we married in vegas - teaser

✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)

✷ word count teaser: 499

✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?

✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3

You turn your hand and it finally hits you.

It is a ring.

With a big rock.

In your ring finger.

A big damn rock on your ring finger.

“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.

On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.

“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.

“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.

“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”

You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.

“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.

“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?

“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.

“Oh we did, we totally did”

“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?

“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.

Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.

[toasty-owoasty]

oh? you made it! well welcome to

TOASTS TRICK OR TREAT SPECTACULAR!!

[plain text: big, orange text in all caps reading "Toast's Trick or Treat Spectacular" /end]

[id: an image of a front porch at night. on the porch is a chair and drawn to look as if he's sitting in the chair is my sona dressed up as hakuri sazanami from the manga kagurabachi and holding a doctor pepper. on the porch's stairs are three different PNGs of bowls of candy /end id]

come, come, don't be shy! in case you're unfamiliar with the concept, inbox trick or treat is as simple as sending and ask to someone reading "trick or treat" and receiving something in return, usually an image. I have a lot of images though, so I thought I'd cut down and sort out the options into 3 different bowls!

[id: the same image as before, but cropped to only show the candy bowls. in each of the three bowls, there is now the cover and name of an image album which will also be described later in this post, but contain (left to right) gifs, art, and manga screenshots /end]

we've got options! and those options have HUNDREDS of individual pieces in them! so when you're going trick or treating, feel free to grab from any bowl. Hell, I don't expect much action here, so feel free to pick multiple pieces from multiple bowls! (I will set a per-person limit of five though.) for instance, ask for two screenshots, two arts, and a gif and I'll roll a random number generator for each pull, then give you the images corresponding to what the RNG spits out! or, if you're feeling particular, you can choose which piece you pull! each bowl has a set number of pieces, so you can fully skip the RNG! just so you know, smaller numbers will be older and bigger numbers will be more recent ;3 pay attention to the item count in the bowl descriptions below, that tells you how high you can go when picking. I plan to run this from now until Halloween, but really it'll keep going til I stop getting trick or treaters! have fun out there nyall!! bowl descriptions are under the cut <3

Gif Bowl:

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a collection of gifs I've saved over the years! at their earliest there are some from (shudders) 2017 though admittedly I'm not entirely sure if those ones still work. 285 items.

Art Bowl:

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this bowl contains... well not all, but MOST of the art I've ever made! from 1st grade art projects, to middle school ship art, to my more modern stuff! this is your chance to make me post it all. 493 items.

Manga Screenshot Bowl:

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when I read manga, I tend to read things my friends have read, and I always want to live blog to them. and if I'm reading something where I *don't* have friends that have read it, I still get the urge! this bowl contains the aftermath of those incidents, and includes screenshots from Pokemon adventures, one piece, jujutsu kaisen, golden kamuy, dungeon meshi, and others! 499 items.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #499

I had so many pictures for you today. But... the internet in the hotel we're staying in is down for some reason, and cellphone signal here is weak, so not even mobile hotspot is working very well right now. I'll have to include the vast majority of today's pictures in tomorrow's letter. But perhaps that's just as well; I intend to do absolutely fucking nothing tomorrow, anyway.

...Or... I guess as much “nothing” as I can get away with, given that J has to figure out how to get the plane's oil changed, in any case. I'm not really sure what tomorrow's gonna look like. But I'm sure as hell gonna hope it looks like “sleeping in”, holy shit.

Today started well enough. We found an awesome pho place as we were leaving San Jose, California:

...These pictures seriously don't do the flavors of this food any justice at all. This is better even than the stuff available at home, and I gotta say, Pho Yum is pretty freaking stellar. And the kindly folks who ran the shop were lovely, too. There was certainly a bit of a language gap, since they mainly speak Vietnamese. But we all mostly understand gestures and smiles. We also both understand the phrase “fresh avocado”; the lady shopkeep was suggesting we get their avocado smoothie, because it was fresh and delicious, and they absolutely were not wrong!!

We then flew for a very long time, in chunks of time between 45 minutes and 2 and a half hours. I think we stopped at 2 or 3 airports to refuel; my memory of it was kind of fuzzy because, once again, I was drifting in and out of sleep.

I did still manage to get some amazing pictures of the scenery, though. I can't wait to show you tomorrow.

In any case, the plan was to fly all the way to Portland, Oregon from San Jose, California. And we did! We were successful! Yay!

A relative of J's (his name is Je) was supposed to pick us up from the airport and bring us to an empty apartment that another one of J's relatives in the area (her name is Mg) was connected to. Je also promised cheeseburgers, which was also pretty rad!

Disconcerting, though, was Je's apparent anxiety and inability to maintain a coherent flow of thought. This became more and more apparent the closer we got to Portland; despite me asking him several times to text me instead of call me (because we were in the flying plane, and that's so loud you can't hear anything else), he kept calling me to re-ask the same questions, primarily about what we wanted on our burgers. Which I had, by that point, already answered. Multiple times.

We did arrive at the airport. Je kept trying to call me, despite my asking him to wait until we finished tying down the plane. And then we had to find him; he had gone to the commercial passenger parking lot, which was different from our parking lot. Trying to explain to him that airports typically have more than one parking lot was an exercise in frustration. Trying to explain to him that we had some heavy bags and didn't know where he was parked was an exercise in frustration. Trying to get him to stay on topic was an exercise in frustration. Trying to get him to recognize the nearby airport tower (very distinctive; lots of flashing lights in specific colors) was impossible. Overwhelmed and angry at Je's nonsensical and incoherent responses, J handed the phone to me.

...I needed to make ample use of my toddler training to get Je to understand that he could find us by simply opening his Google Maps on his phone and typing in the address I gave him. And that was weird, because Google Maps was how he got to the airport in the first place, presumably.

...As it turned out, he was parked in the lot across the street from us. Looking at the exact same tower that he, for some reason, could not process or comprehend. He drove over. Opened his door. Stumbled trying to stand up from the seat of his car. And then I smelled the distinctive scent of beer on his breath, in between his slurred speech.

...The man was drunk off his ass. And driving like that.

...WHAT THE FUCK.

Immediately, I told him that I could smell alcohol on his breath and that we were absolutely not getting in his car. He threw up his hands; I don't know what that gesture means for him, but... I interpreted it as, “are you fucking serious? you're totally overreacting right now.”

I was immediately filled with rage at what looked to me like a dismissal of the seriousness of the situation. Drunk drivers crash into things and kill people. Drunk driving is a subset of irresponsible driving behaviors. Irresponsible driving behavior is what killed Daniel. His life was stolen away by someone who doesn't know how to pay attention or use his turn signal or slow down when turning into an intersection.

By that point in the night, I was hungry (because we hadn't eaten since the pho), dehydrated, and exhausted from the long flight and several consecutive sleepless nights. And the beast in me that I got from being raised in the environment I was raised in... it is asleep, not dead. And in that moment, Sephiroth, I wanted SO BADLY to knock him the rest of the way down on the fucking ground and kick him repeatedly between his legs while screaming at him about how loathsomely inconsiderate and dangerous his behavior is and about how people who do not take the responsibility of driving seriously are why Daniel is dead now.

...But that's not how we do. That's not who I wanna be. I may have come from that world, but I don't need to perpetuate that shit in the here and now. So instead, I walked away. I walked away, sat down against a wall, and took some deep breaths. J spoke to him for a while; apparently he was incoherent and kept wandering from disconnected thought to disconnected thought.

If I was thinking clearly, I would have remembered to take down his license plate and call the police to do a breath test on him. But I wasn't thinking clearly; I was mostly focused on keeping my adrenaline response in check. I understand, of course, that Je is likely self-medicating for psychological issues that he never got actual help for. But I'm still angry at his behavior, because it endangers other people.

I was so under the influence of adrenaline that I plain fucking forgot that one of our regular readers of these letters lives in this area. I could have called him for a ride to the hotel (because the apartment plan fell through for reasons I don't fully understand). But instead, J got an Uber. We were taken away from that parking lot and the drunken man. I fumed for a while.

We got settled at the hotel, though. And we got some snacks at the nearby 7-11 Mart (because the cheeseburgers that were promised to us also didn't work out; not that I'd have taken them from that drunk driver anyhow). It's not much, but... fed is best:

And now it's time to go to bed. I am beyond exhausted. I need to be not awake for more than 6 consecutive hours.

I'm having a hard time of it right now. But... I'm safe. J's safe. We're safe and we love you and also... I'm thinking about you, and I'm eager to show you today's pictures at some point tomorrow.

Please stay safe out there. Make good choices. Choices like refusing to get into the car of a drunk person, no matter how offended they get at you calling them out like the jackass they're being.

...Don't forget to call yourself out, too, when you need to. Other people being a jackass doesn't give us the right to be a jackass back; we can always choose to walk away.

I'll write again tomorrow. I love you.

Your friend, Lumine

[thephonemenarentreal]

FINALIZED CONCEPT ART FOR MEDIC/VIOLET <3

NAME: EMC-499 NICKNAMES: Violet, Medic, Pest (By Paralipsis), Kid (By Civic) ALLIANCE CLASS: Cameraman Faction WORK CLASS: Emergency Medical Cameraman Division (EMCs) GENDER: She/Her

CLASSIFICATION: Artificial Mind (non-human origin)

RANK: Chief Medical Officer and Head Therapist of Psychological Affairs of Outpost 51

EMC-499, known as Violet or Medic to those who know her best, is a spunky camerawoman who graduated the E.M.C Training Regiment at the top of her class. She knows her stuff when it comes to best medical practices and like all E.M.Cs, also trained to handle mental health.

Friendly, outgoing, and absolutely fearless when it comes to her job (not so much social situations), Violet is the "unsinkable" camerawoman, who refuses to let anything get to her and to help her friends whenever she can.

(more details under the cut!)

EMC-499 was brought online as an artificial mind which is to say, her mind and personality did not come from a human host, but developed organically through interactions with her online cohort. Eventually, one of the older cameramen, known by the nickname Gestalt, would adopt her and show her the ropes.

Eventually EMC-499 would endeavor to join the Emergency Medical Cameraman Division, inspired by their work of helping others during and after battles, risking life and limb to save their comrades. Such bravery appealed more to her and Gestalt was happy with that...mostly as he saw it as a way to keep the rather diminutive EMC-499 away from actual combat as much as possible.

EMC-499 did not know of these plans, throwing herself into her studies and coming out at the top of her class. Among her training cohort, she gained the name "Violet" in reference to Violet Jessop, as a tongue and cheek joke of her being "unsinkable" in her endeavors to become the top E.M.C responder.

Once graduated, Violet was more than eager to get into the fight and put her training to use on the front lines and not just patching up alliance in the medical bay. Instead, she was sent to Outpost 51 to handle the most "difficult mental health cases" in the Alliance, keeping her far from the front and relatively out of sight. Violet was disappointed, incredibly so, but a job is a job and she has thrown herself into helping the residents of Outpost 51 on her case load.

The title of Chief Medical Officer is not too glorious, given she is the only E.M.C on duty at said outpost. Still, she hopes by doing a good job she can prove she's ready for the frontline or even to get promoted to the E.M.C Titan Division. Most of her friends and charges call her "Medic" as a result, which she doesn't mind. THE EMERGENCY MEDICAL CAMERAMAN (ramblings here just because Violet/Medic would ramble on about her beloved E.M.C hehe!) A relatively new division that grew out of the growing need for medical professionals as the causalities mounted and concerns about mental health became more prominent.

The E.M.C are trained to get alliance off the field and provide life-saving treatment with a variety of tools taken into the field. They also though perform crucial screenings for mental health to ensure alliance going into battle are of a sound mind and are cleared for combat. Not to be confused with engineers, the E.M.C are focused on physical and mental well-being, not on upgrade research , rebuilding of bodies and lost limbs, or mind recovery and transfer operations. A small, elite division of the E.M.C, called the Titan Division, are assigned to assess mental states of the Titans to ensure that the mighty backbones of the alliance are given the proper attention to all points of their health.

The E.M.C is currently assisting with the training of the new E.M.S (emergency medical speakermen) division to help expand their roster. Currently an E.M.T division has yet to be established, the TV Men preferring to use the E.M.C services due to their smaller numbers in general within the greater alliance.

[ladysomething]

Hi! You probably get this a lot and I am sorry I cannot say anything original but your work really is brilliant and I don't think you get enough credit (even if your inbox is probably filled with an influx of people gushing about how good WYGIG is).

I've visited it almost 400 times now haha! Not quite enough to rival the other anon's 499 but I plan on getting there 😂 I was one of those anons who had WYGIG as their first omegaverse fic and let me tell you, I am neck deep now.

I hope the rest of the year goes well for you! How is your hand by the way? I remember before it was injured, hopefully not anymore? Or is it a recurring thing?

firstly, you don't need to be saying something to express your love! in fact I really appreciate you reaching out, even though you seem like maybe you were a bit unsure about doing so. every comment and ask fuels me to keep going, no matter what it's about.

also ... so sorry that you were introduced to omegaverse like this ... but also you're welcome.

and my hand is fine right now, thanks for asking! it is reoccurring, however I usually get fairly long periods where it's pretty much normal.

[starsfic]

Summaries:

Azure Lion ventures into the territory of the Monkey King to rescue some soldiers captured by the wily king. He has another plan in mind, however. (Inspired by "Done For" from Epic.)

AU where, after Kai Mulang is defeated, Wukong doesn't re-join the pilgrims. Instead, he meets back up with DBK and relaxes, unaware of Macaque confessing the truth to the Camel Ridge Trio...who track down the pilgrims.

[flo-nelja]

AO3 Meme

I've been tagged by @vampirenaomi, thank you!

If you want to do it, tagging @allen-kunekune, @anysin, @mnemosynelethe, @calimera62, @andersssandrew

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

1033

Most of them are very short.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2253582. It's a lot.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Your God will be my God (Jon/Martin, 924 Kudos)

Watchful (Jon/Martin, 552 Kudos)

The flower and the fairy (Original smut, 499 Kudos)

Only in a dream we are as one (Jon/Martin, 458 Kudos)

Spin their webs in the depth of our brains (Jon/Martin, 451 Kudos)

Damn, there was a time when TMA was popular. :D

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

Yes, always. I don't get that many, it's easy.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oooh, there is competition! Looking at the fics I've tagged "Bad ending" rather than all of them.

Pain and revenge is a dark rapefic, On the edge is about the characters turning evil, Le destin ne recule pas is about a desperate and failed attempt to prevent the Ragnarök, by the villains even.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Same, looking at the tags

L'ennemi intérieur was a longfic with dark parts but a happy ending for Stan and Ford

7. Do you write crossovers?

Rarely, compared to the total number of fics, but it happens! I had this series of Flander's Company crack crossovers.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes but not recently and not on AO3.

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

Yes. And it's... mostly dark smut, to be fair. Unhealthy relationships, noncon, supernatural horror tropes.

I must have a few happy smut fics here, but not that many.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Some by myself but it doesn't count, exist in bilingual, French and English. But I also had fics translated by another person, a few times.

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

Yes, there's a fic a friend abandoned and let me do things with with the parts, and there's this RP adaptated

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It's so hard! To remember the intensity of past shipping feelings! But then I will use an objective metric: the number of fics.

It's Bill/Ford from Gravity Falls. Not a surprise, this one has sooo many of the tropes that make me weak. Betrayal and science nerdery and deals with the devil and all.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My Silmarillion fic from the PoV of the villains, Les Ténèbres sur nous

15. What are your writing strengths?

For fanfic, I'm usually good at seeing the hidden implications of canon details.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so bad at surprises and plot twists, at walking the line between "everyone must have understood this" (I'm wrong) and "no one could understand this" (I'm wrong)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

The whole dialogue, no, unless it's a bilingual bonus that we're meant not to understand (and/or the character does this in canon)

An intranslatable word from time to time, Japanese honorific... it depends. Sometimes it sounds weird, sometimes it sounds weird not doing it.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Writing my own stories about other people's characters before I knew what fanfic was: Brer Rabbit when I was a kid.

IIRC the first fic I wrote knowing what fandom was, was a Ruroni Kenshin fic. Discovering the world of fic made me realize that I could write even if my style wasn't perfect.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I have hundreds of fandoms and plan to write a lot more, but in immediate plans, maybe something about the Hilda cartoon.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ouch hard to decide again. I often rec Les enfants de l'acide because it's a fandom everyone knows, Vestiges de l'ordure et de la lumière because it's one of the best horror/dark humor smuts I wrote, channeling the original almost, I showed it to my grandfather even.

For my personal fave, it must me one of my BillFord fics, maybe De l'autre côté de l'éternité

[northropi]

Alright been a bit so sona update post.

Picture because these don't get a lot of traffic without one but I don't have much else at the moment ANYWAYS

I'll start by saying, as always, I have plans to tweak any characters I leave behind into non-sona OCs if I make big changes, and that's especially relevant here as all three of these characters are very suited to being PoV characters for stuff in the world. Each represents a domain of things I'm hyperfixated on and by extension a subset of stuff in the setting. Technology, biology, mythology. They have interesting dynamics as mostly comical frenemies. They all have interesting backstories and personalities.

And this is a problem.

None of them feel like me anymore. They've strayed from the ideal of how I want a character like me to look and act in an attempt to avoid having three characters who are just idealized versions of the author running around. Frankly on a bad day Theriadh in particular is... Almost uncomfortable. The way I do her jawline is visually nice but as a character who's just me she kinda gives me a twinge of dysphoria. Her personality has also grown increasingly unlikeable in an attempt to make her a borderline villain and it's dragged her into a darker place than I'd like- and I should probably fix that either way, but I'm not sure I want to fix the rest. Maybe it's time to just let her be her own thing.

499 is also just... Kind of nothing. I like how her canonical job as a character, initially as essentially a delivery drone and then adapted into running it herself to deliver supplies across her entire region, is something sort of menial, but helpful and a little whimsical. I'd rather have a job like that for my sona than The Arbiter Of Life And Death or something, OP sonas aren't bad but they're not mine. I also like that she's a robot. That's... That's it. Sorry girl I've been an irresponsible parent.

Q.C. is probably in the best place and I'm not sure it's just because I'm attached because she got more work done recently. Her backstory is nice, her design on a species level is very appealing to me with all the quirks Harpies and Vampires have (Harpies grouping with Fey in the setting so she essentially has a double-dose of weird vulnerabilities, magic antics, and compulsions, so literally me), but the character under that is... Not me. Developed, but not me, and even her looks sort of have the opposite problem of Thia where I made her too dainty.

This makes a good argument for sort of making Q.C. and calling it a day, though in practice I'd probably be splitting the difference between her and another character. The Vampire who turns her, I realized during a shower thought last night, should probably also be a Harpy, hence why they know each other- well, maybe. I could essentially just drop a genderbent Q.C. design, role as "magical member of the trio," and personality on him and then rework a (probably more Aequornithes-themed) Q.C. design out and just use her as my sona. Short of that, obviously, he also wouldn't need to be a Harpy, and there could be a dynamic between pre-mortem Q.C. and him of a sort of mutual mystique where one being Fey and the other being Undead puts them worlds apart and stuff.

However, I also just can't control myself.

I'd want mechanical features back, I think. There's just an occasional "oh to be a funny doll/robot" longing I have, which having three characters was intended to solve. Making 499 also made me realize that having a robotic character and having a character with robotic traits were really not substitutes for each other. If I just stop caring about the rules of my own setting a Vampire Robot would probably be doable but there's a certain game I'd be associated with (it's a good game, but I don't want my whole branding to come off as just a parody) and making it carry the equally important bird themes would be complicated. It's more tempting at that point to make a character that's just innately flexible on a conceptual level, and the idea of modifying Thia from an explicit Dragon to a more generalized monster has been very compelling for a long time (considering the species name Jabberwock, which is fitting because other than my tendency to throw big scary mystery words around I'm kind of the exact person the poem was making fun of).

The third and most developed option for a replacement character is back to robot, but in a more flexible way- essentially a techno-slime. Could rework herself to look different or utilize new pieces of machinery, letting her cover a lot of conceptual space. This is... Just a really cute concept, I think. I definitely want to keep an avian slant which could make that all confusing but we'll just say she chose a frame to inhabit most of the time that just looked birdy, because she likes flight.

Now, obviously, you might here me lay out three concepts once again and think "wait, we're back at square one." Well, true, but at this point I'm getting tired of not being able to just say "I'm Northy and this is my coherent, singular OC that represents my personality, Northy." I think I need to get back to that, even if it carries a lot of weird conceptual baggage. Or maybe I don't and just get comfy with having three again, wouldn't be the first time. Until then, uh... Hope this is actually appearing on people's feeds, seems I haven't been getting as much reach as before.

[mrfancyfoot]

Patchwork Plots

Woohooo! Celebrating my 500 kudos milestone on Patchwork Plots so have some fluff!

💕I even caught the flip from 499 💕

Potentially planning something for the 10k hits milestone that's coming up faaast.

Drabble 33 - Knifeplay

Read Patchwork Plots on AO3 | Fic Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Astarion/f!OC/Halsin

In which Astarion slowly starts to discover that he enjoys the process of cooking.

Drabble rating: G Warnings: None

Astarion halfheartedly flipped through the cookbook that Evie had set out on one of the tables near the main campfire that she used to prepare meals for the camp.

“You wanna learn?”  From prior conversations, Evie knew he knew absolutely nothing about cooking or much of anything food-related that wasn’t blood.  Aside from fancy factoids gleaned here and there to impress others - a number of which she had challenged for accuracy - it simply wasn’t information he had needed to know since becoming a vampire.

But he desperately needed another damn hobby out here.  Or he could at least busy himself helping her out if he was just going to hover.

He pulled back with a scoff - the cover of the heavy, worn book closing with a thud - and looked down his nose at her as though the very idea was preposterous.  “I don’t eat, so why would I?  It would be a waste of my time, darling.”

Maybe a change of perspective would work?  Appeal to a certain…homicidal side of him?

She turned and leaned her hip on the table as she slowly ran her finger up and down the dull back of her chef’s knife.  “‘Cuz it’s fun.  You get to stab things.  And beat things.  And play with fire.  And there’s often lots of cursing.  And begging.  And it can be messy.  And sometimes you get to be artsy with it and make it look all nice.  I don’t eat even half of what I make, but it feels nice to have others eating what I make.  It’s cathartic!”  Looking around the ingredients she’d gotten out to make a hearty stew, Evie grabbed a tomato to demonstrate.  “Here, this needs to be stabbed into small cubes.  Ish.  Shape doesn’t really matter.  It just needs to be small pieces of tomato, so how it gets there doesn’t really matter since none of us are fucking Gordon Ramsey.”  She set the tomato on the cutting board and started going through the motions to dice it with her knife.  His eyes followed the motion of the blade.

He might have been uninterested at first, but she saw the subtle changes as he crept closer while she began prepping that night’s supper.  She re-opened the cookbook to the recipe she wanted to reference and he scanned over it.

When he was leaning over her shoulder to watch, Evie asked, “You wanna try?”  She set a large tomato on the cutting board and offered up her knife.

He stared at it for a long moment and then hesitantly took the blade, inspecting its shape and weight in his hand.  Taking her place, he stood over the fruit and moved it this way and that to determine the best way to start.  A couple minutes later, it was finely diced in a fashion that honestly looked better than the somewhat careless, rough-shod job she’d done - it was going into a stew after all, it didn’t need to look even or nice, she justified.

“Good job!  Wanna do another?”  She swept the cut tomato into a bowl off to the side and set another on the board.  His eyes widened at the praise and he hastily grabbed hold of the next one to cut.

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Gale, who had been silently watching the last several minutes, stepped up next to her with his arms crossed as she prepared the stew base and quietly asked, “What magic is he under for you to have pulled this?”

She turned to Gale and whispered back, “Kinda thought he’d go a bit more wild with it, to be honest.”  Astarion was most certainly playing with the food given the unwavering, fixated stare as he leaned closely over the fruit - the occasional flash of a smug smile gave that away.  With dextrous precision, he carefully and very quickly had turned several tomatoes and an onion from whole to perfectly shaped, identical cubes and slivers.

Evie grabbed the rest of the large tomatoes and placed them on the edge of the cutting board for Astarion.  The diced tomato cubes were unceremoniously swiped into a bowl as his eyes fell upon the new fruit.  He happily plucked one up and his knife drew across it.

Pulling over another pair of large bowls, she tossed another onion and a bunch of potatoes in one, silently setting it within his reach, and set the other on the other side of him empty.

“Think I could get him to help me?” Gale grinned with a chuckle. Evie hushed him - the last thing she wanted was to pull Astarion from the little slice-n-dice fixation he was in while there was still so much that needed cut up.  “Baby steps,” she warned, plucking sprigs of herbs from her supply to chop up and add to the stew pot.

Read Patchwork Plots on AO3

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Ok I'm literally vibrating with excitement over this piece of news so I'm gonna talk about it here (sorry long post)

So, if you're a thrill ride/amusement park enthusiast and/or are from Ohio (particularly the Sandusky area), you've probably heard a couple years ago when Cedar Point had a malfunction with their tallest roller coaster, Top Thrill Dragster, and had to shut it down for the season. The next season it did not reopen, and the park announced the ride as we know it would not be opening again. Since then (which I believe was the 2022 season), there's been a lot of construction around the site of the coaster, and lots of speculation done by fans as to what would happen to the ride. The only info we were given was that they were working on coming up with "a new formula for thrills" for the 2024 season

Some background info, Top Thrill is the first of its kind, known as a strata coaster, or a full circuit roller coaster with a max height (or drop) between 400-499 feet. Top Thrill has one huge hill that measures in at 420 feet tall (very intimidating to look at lol, but also very iconic). So Top Thrill, along with several other coasters at the park (such as Maverick, or Millennium Force) were designed by the Swiss manufacturer Intamin. Intiman's rides (at least at CP) are known for being really popular, but a bit problematic, either slow moving lines, or they face a lot of down time and maintenance issues. Eventually Cedar Fair as a company (the ones who own Cedar Point, Kings Island, and many other parks in North America) stopped working with Intamin entirely, particularly after a failed water ride was put in at Cedar Point (this was Shoot the Rapids, which operated from 2010-2015). Anyway, since the park is no longer working with Top Thrill's original manufacturer, they decided to turn to a new one for revamping the ride, and are now working with Zamperla

So like I said, a lot of enthusiasts have been speculating on what the park has planned for this beloved coaster. The general consensus based on what we can see construction-wise at the park and by satellite view, is that they would be adding a large vertical spike to the ride, and making it a multi-launch ride

(For reference, that'd look something like this)

Nothing had been confirmed by the park or the manufacturer, but a couple weeks ago, Cedar Point posted on their official Instagram that they would be officially announcing what they were doing with the ride on August 1st. However, today (July 31st), Zamperla jumped the gun and made a blog post about the ride (though they've since deleted it, a lot of enthusiasts saw it already). And the plan is in fact to add a 420-foot-tall vertical spike, doing a 3-launch system (first forward, then back, the forward and over the top-hat)

Personally, I was hoping they may have done something different, as those sort of launches intimidate me lolol, but I'm excited to see the finished product and hopefully get a chance to ride when they unveil it next season!