#this particular snippet of the song especially

[mellohiizz]

I am still not over him... Also, I guess you guys can have a small nibble of Wifiescest just as a little treat. I found the song Real Boy by Lola Blanc after forgetting about it for years and went wait a moment... this reminds me of someone...

[ivykim]

SIM(P) JAEYUN STRIKES

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— welcome to the video. thank you for clicking on it! today, I’ll be bringing you on a journey of various moments where jake is practically down bad for ivy

DANCE JAM LIVE #071223

since everyone was doing their own thing and dancing to their song, ivy does the same thing. it was quite honestly a mini party. all of them were dressed in something quite formal due to having schedules in the morning/afternoon.

ivy was wearing this

she looked gorgeous. everyone single one of the boys had their jaws dropped when she walked into the room wearing that. one person though had their mouths way more wide open than the others.

“jake, close your mouth.” jay says. the boy listens but he’s still mesmerised by ivy.

“noona is so pretty…” jake mumbles. anywhere she went, jake’s eyes would follow her figure.

— here we have prime example of sim(p) jaeyun

vivi x jake vlog (spoilers??)

— vivi says the vlog will be uploaded eventually (belift I’m watching you🫵🏻) but she posted a snippet of it on weverse

IVY🌟 POSTED: who are you calling cute? you’re cuter jaeyun🙄 *video attached*

from what it seems, it’s just ivy and jake walking around the rented home’s mini garden. there, they spotted a cat and ivy gasps.

jake goes to film her as ivy passes the camera to him. she kneels down to the cat and allows it to sniff her. it easily gets comfortable with her and ivy happily pets it.

“jaeyun~ the kitty is so cute.” she says in a pouty voice.

jake’s heart tugs as ivy speaks in a cute voice.

“cute.” he mumbles behind the camera. which obviously was caught in the video bc Ivy wouldn’t have posted it if it wasn’t caught.

— aww the jaeun ship is sailing!

a compilation of behind episodes with jake and ivy

#1. “noona, please!”

jake loves asking for permission from ivy and ivy grew to love hearing the boys (who are younger than her) calling her noona. it took a while for her to accept it but she likes being called noona now!

“I want that one. please? can I have a bite?” jake says as he watches ivy biting onto her popsicle.

“say please.”

“noona, please!” jake pouts. Ivy turns to the camera and points to it.

“DID YOU CATCH THAT?? JAKE DOES HAVE AEYGO! ENGENEs YOUR WELCOME!!”

#2. “noona, can I have a hug?”

jake loves hugs from ivy. no particular reason. she’s just the perfect height and size for him to hug. ivy does love giving hugs to all of them though. especially when they need extra energy.

she stands in the middle and everyone lines up. she gives each boy a hug. ni-ki hugs longer as he happily enjoys being in her arms.

“yah! it’s my turn.” jake huffs.

“no.” ni-ki says as his voice was a little muffled being in ivy’s arms. ivy pats the younger boy’s back.

“riki, it’s jake time. I’ll come to your room later to cuddle with you more okay? you big baby.” ni-ki grumbles before peeling himself off ivy. he walks away to tackle jungwon instead. clearly not done being clingy.

jake finally smiles, “noona, can I have a hug?”

“yes, you can.” she holds out her arms. jake happily jumps in her arms. his arms finding home around her waist and hers finding their way around his neck.

— love how the staff recorded this whole thing and captioned it “ivy’s hug service. free of charge.”

#3. “please, tell me there isn’t a ghost…NOONA I’M SCARED!”

as ivy is a psychic medium. she can see and feel ghosts. the boys don’t necessarily like whenever ivy mentions there is a ghost so she usually doesn’t say it.

but if something is off, ivy will definitely voice out.

“not to alarm any of you but excuse me while I just do this for a bit.” ivy stands up from her seat and starts moving towards the corner of the room.

“oh lord. she’s at it again.” jay sighs.

“the demon is back.” sunoo adds.

“please tell me there isn’t a ghost…” jake says as he watches ivy getting closer to the corner. the three of them watched her point in the top corner. she scolds whatever that is in that corner and tells them to leave immediately.

“okay, this guy is stubborn.”

“what guy. noona? please tell me…”

“just an 8ft shadow dude in the corner. it looks like those spiders but giant and has 2 legs like us.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT! NOONA I’M SCARED!” jake says.

#4. “LETS GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!”

of course. there had to be engenes recording this part. it’s a concert! they had to perform. with them being in America, the managers were more chill. so jake decided to take advantage of that and give some appreciation for ivy.

everyone was hyped up. ivy had a solo performance at the concert that she prepared so the boys wanted to hype the engenes up.

“ENGENEs! are you ready for ivy’s performance?” they yelled. ENGENEs screaming out loud.

“I can’t hear you? ARE YOU READY FOR IVY?” jay instigates. the ENGENEs screamed even louder. the nod their heads in approval.

“THEN LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR KIM FUCKING HAEUN!!” jake yells. it causes ENGENEs to scream even louder as jake cusses just to introduce ivy.

safe to say, ivy was very hyped during her solo performance.

#5. “oh good lord.” *trips on his own foot*

it was comeback as per usual and ivy’s stylist wanted to try something new. her outfit had different cuts and holes to make it more sexier so ivy looked really good.

sunoo interviews her with the camera and was busy filming fun little contents with her. that’s when jake walks in. his eyes fell upon her outfit.

“oh good lord.” he says as he trips on his own foot while staring at ivy. sunoo laughs, zooming into jake.

“jake hyung, are you okay?” sunoo asks in between laughs.

“y-yeah! just tripped somehow.” he says embarrassingly, clearly he was caught off guard.

#6. “would you date haeun noona? yes.” *with no hesitation*

jake was live during one of the America stops and so he decided to read some comments while listening to some music.

many of them were basically asking where the other members were and just asking him to do aeygo. the typical thing. that is until one question caught jake’s eye

“would you date haeun noona? yes.” with not a single hesitation in his voice. he moves on from there it causes a whole ruckus in the fandom and shippers.

#7. “KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!”

jake was always ivy’s biggest fanboy as shown in the past few videos. in this en-o’clock episode where they played sports, it even more obvious.

“whoever gets ivy noona on their team instantly wins.” jungwon says.

with the teams split with the usual decision of rock paper scissors, heeseung falls to his knees.

“no, this is unfair.”

“HAH! WE GOT IVY NOONA.” sunghoon points and laughs at the other team.

“now, what do you mean unfair.” ivy says as she stares right at the two tallest boys. “if anything, I should feel unfair.”

the games start. it felt like a war zone, each of the boys getting more and more competitive. as it was ivy’s turn, she holds up the bow.

“KIM HAEUN! KIM HAEUN!” jake cheers. the editors placed a quick edited pompom and puppy ears on jake as he cheers ivy on.

[PUPPY JAKE cheering on IVY]

#8. "10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours."

during this live, there were tons of ENGENEs talking about the fact that ivy looked so good in her new hair. this time, she decided to go all natural and dyed her hair dark brown, similar to jay's colour.

"ivy looks so pretty with brown hair." ivy reads out in english. "aww thank you, i bet you guys are prettier." she gives a small heart to the ENGENEs.

"ivy is so perfect, she's so pretty and she's mine." jake reads.

"aww, yes ENGENEs. i'm yours." she blows kisses. jake snorts and rolls his eyes playfully.

"ENGENEs, i have some facts about noona you didn't know. wanna hear it?"

ivy tilts her head, "tmi today?"

jake hums, "here are 10 facts you didn't know about vivi noona, she's not yours." jake smiles.

"now, jaeyun-"

[video bleeps]

#9. "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?" "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

and yet another live from jake but this time, he was solo. he decided to go live after their concert. despite him being tired, he wanted to make ENGENEs feel loved so he turned on the live.

"where is ivy?" he hums. "i think she's sleeping. she was really tired after the concert. she almost slept with her outside clothes on so there's that."

"hmm? tmi? yeah, that's true."

"oh, you guys saw her outfit today at the concert? yeah, the stylist tried something for her."

he reads through more of the comments, "why is everyone calling vivi noona a mother?"

that is until he had a bright idea in his brain. "i mean, yeah. you're right. she's the mother. the mother to our kids."

— MOTHER TO YOUR WHAT? WHAT KIDS SIR??

#10. "sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

at an offline fansign during dark blood era, fans were enjoying ivy’s outfit style and the fact that she got a solo part during the second chorus of ‘Bite Me’. which led to tons of ENGENEs talking about how they would like to marry her.

there were tons asking her one by one the same questions. “are you single?” / “haeunie, can I be your girlfriend/boyfriend?”

so since jake was after ivy, the ENGENEs would continue to talk about her to jake.

“jaeyun-ah, can I marry ivy?”

“mmm, no.”

“why?”

"sorry, you can’t have noona. she’s mine.”

— okay, possessive boyfriend let’s go??

#11. “noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

to end of the video, I would like to mention the interview where jake praised ivy. this was during one of their earlier days.

�� “what is it like to have ivy on the team?”

jake reads the question. he hums, “noona…she’s just amazing.”

“despite, us thinking we would be just any normal boy group during I-LAND, seeing ivy noona and the many other girl contestants doing their best made me realise that we were all fighting for the same dream.”

“so when noona was announced, I wasn’t surprised. she’s amazing, heeseung hyung level of talent. what surprised me was that she cried a lot, she thought that she wouldn’t debut. she had a lot of doubts because they never announced other girls to debut with her so it was just her and us.”

“she started to feel down. worried that the fans wouldn’t like her but eventually, with a lot of encouragement and the positive comments praising her, she gained more confidence and started showing her true colours.” jake laughs.

“for me, noona makes me feel safe. she knows when i feel anxious and nervous so she pays great attention to the little things.”

“in fact, she knows whenever anyone feels down and tries to lighten the mood. she actually hates whenever it’s too serious when it’s not supposed to be. I remember her complaining about how all of us were too tense during practice and that we need to loosen up. true enough, when we loosened up, we did better.”

[video fades to black]

— thank you for watching ❤️

[fadingangelwisp]

i told you i love you and it felt like a lie (2)

Pairing - Bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x Reader Word Count - 2.5k Tags/Warnings - swearing, fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mental health issues, mentions of self-harm, mentions of a self-harm relapse (i think that's it, but please let me know if there's more ♡) Author's Note - sorry for the long wait. i was having sort of a rough time and writing didn't come very easily for me, but luckily i feel like i'm starting to get back into it. i was also struggling to write this chapter in particular. this fic was partially started to help me get through some things, but i was concerned it would be too much. i think i managed to be vague enough, though. i hope you enjoy it. if you feel like you can't read this right now, that's okay. ♡

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When you wake up the next day, you feel exhausted. You had spent most of the day in bed and by the time you wake up, it's mid-afternoon. Even though you slept for a really long time, you still feel like you could sleep the rest of the day away. You also feel a little congested from crying and your head hurts.

You almost sink back into sleep until you hear the creak of your bedroom door opening. You sit up and look over to see Noah entering. He brings a glass of water in and sets it down on your bedside table.

"Hey. How do you feel?" he asks, smiling a little.

"Like shit," you groan and sit up in bed.

Noah chuckles. "Here. This'll help."

You take a sip of the water and smile at him. You lean back against the bed and thank him quietly.

"Of course." He sits down on the edge of your bed, looking at you like an excited puppy. "So, what do you feel like eating? I can make you something or order something."

You take a few more sips and think for a moment. "Is it too late for pancakes?"

"It's never too late for pancakes. I could even mix in some chocolate chips if you want. Maybe even put some fruit on top of it?"

"Mmm, that sounds really good, Noah." You take another sip and then set the glass down. "I don't think I have any fruit, but I probably have some chocolate chips somewhere."

"Coming right up." He gets up and then pauses at the doorway of your bedroom. "Why don't you take a shower and get changed into something more comfortable? Food should be ready by then."

"I might just stay here actually. The bed's comfy." You lay back in the bed.

"Okay, how about this, you stay right there and I bring you breakfast in bed?"

"I'd love that, Noah."

He smiles at you. Your tired eyes meet his soft, puppy-dog gaze. The eye contact lasts only a few seconds before he leaves the room to start making food, but it's enough to make your heart melt.

You end up falling asleep and later on, you're gently woken by Noah. He's carrying a tray with two plates and two cups of coffee. The smells of pancakes, eggs, and bacon greets your nose and you sit up in bed.

The two of you sit on your bed and have breakfast together. Noah makes pleasant conversation. He talks about some merch ideas that he's been playing around with. He talks about a song that he's been working on with the band. He talks about an anime that he's been watching recently that you've seen snippets of, but never gotten around to watching yourself. He does most of the talking, but you don't mind. You love hearing him talk. His voice has a calming effect on you. The food tastes good. The coffee is starting to help wake you up and it's been made just how you like it. The entire bedroom feels peaceful.

When you finish your food, Noah takes your dishes and puts them on the tray with his. You're both still working on your coffee.

"How was the food?" Noah asks.

"Really good. Especially the pancakes. Ugh. Perfection."

Noah's smile broadens. "I'm glad. I think I've got the recipe down just right. No more burned pancakes for me."

"Hey, don't jinx yourself."

You share a laugh and then the bedroom falls quiet. You both sip your coffee. You start to think of something to fill the silence and then your thoughts wander to last night. You think about how fragile and vulnerable you had been. You remember how you'd let your emotions out to Noah and the storm that you'd been stuck in before. And what you had done to escape it.

You try not to dwell on it, but with nothing else to fill the silence, it's all you can think about.

"Uh, sorry for being a mess last night." you say.

Noah looks up at you. The brightness on his face falters a little. "Oh, hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for that."

"Even if it was like 2 in the morning?"

Noah reaches over and touches your arm. "Yeah. Of course." Then he frowns and his eyebrows furrow. "Did you wanna talk about last night? Like, did anything happen yesterday? You sounded pretty bad on the phone."

"No, no." you lie. "I'm okay. Just a moment of weakness. That's all. But I'll be okay."

You look up at Noah and you can tell that he wants to press further, but he decides against it. He reaches out and takes your hand in his. "I am here for you. Okay? You can talk to me. I promise."

"I know." You stare down at his hand, not able to look into his eyes.

A moment of silence falls again, but this time, it doesn't quite feel peaceful anymore. You desperately want to tell him what's on your mind, but you hold back.

"Can I give you a hug?"

You nod.

He sets his now-empty coffee mug on the stack of dirty dishes and you set yours down on the bedside table. Then you both get out of the bed and meet eachother. His large arms wrap around you. His warmth surrounds you and you close your eyes, settling into his hoodie. His smell is comforting and familiar. His gentle embrace makes you feel like you're bundled within blankets while it rains outside. Everything about him feels so…safe.

"I'm here for you, okay? Whatever happened. Whatever's going on. I'm here." He mumbles into your shoulder.

"I know. I do trust you, Noah." you say softly. "I just…it's just hard sometimes."

He holds you a little closer. "What's hard?" He speaks in a soft voice, patiently coaxing the words out of you.

"Life. Just…everything."

"Life can certainly be a lot sometimes." He leans his head against yours. "I'm here." His voice gets even softer.

You almost tell him more about what happened, but you manage to hold it in. You tell yourself that you can deal with this on your own.

Noah cleans up from breakfast while you shower and get changed into fresh clothes. Then the two of you set up on your couch and spend the rest of the day binge-watching a show. There's a cocoon of blankets around you and snacks in your laps.

Hours later, Noah looks over and smiles a little when he notices that you've fallen asleep. Your bowl is now empty, so he carefully takes it and sets it on the coffee table in front of you. He lowers the volume of the show a little bit and puts an arm around you.

He tries his best to focus on the show, but his attention keeps getting drawn to you. The tension is gone from your face and you look peaceful. He's glad that you're able to relax in his presence.

You're wearing one of his Bad Omens hoodies. You'd "borrowed" it a few times to the point where it was practically yours and so, Noah eventually given it to you.

Noah keeps watching the show for a little longer, but then your sleeping form beside him starts to make him sleepy as well, so he stops the show. As carefully as he can, he pulls the blankets off of you. In your sleep, you snuggle even closer to Noah and grasp onto him like he's a big teddy bear.

Noah's cheeks get a little warm. He feels like a cat has just fallen asleep on him. Part of him wants to just stay here like this, but the couch isn't big enough for both of you to sleep comfortably. He tries again to pick you up and thankfully, you remain asleep. He carries you to your bed and gets you settled into bed.

When he tries to lay down on the couch like the night before, he can't. He feels the need to be closer to you again. He tells himself that he's just a concerned friend.

He gathers up some blankets and pillows to set up on the floor beside your bed. He freezes when you turn over in bed, afraid that he'd woken you somehow. Then you breathe and he relaxes when it sounds like you're still asleep.

He lays down and listens to your soft breathing in the darkness. He thinks back to the night before. His heart aches for you and sometimes he wishes he could reach into your mind to fight the darkness for you. All he can do is sit on the outside and hope that you make it out alive.

Sunday is mostly a repeat of Saturday, except Noah can tell that you seem to be a little better. You're the one to wake him up with breakfast this time. Later on, when you settle on the couch with him, you start talking more about the show and you seem more invested.

Then, near the middle of the day, he notices that your mood dips. It's lunchtime and you're eating with him in front of the TV.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

You take a moment to answer and then say, "I just really don't wanna go to work tomorrow."

"I get it. It's been really nice to just relax and do nothing with you all weekend."

Considering how exhausted you had seemed, Noah can understand why you'd be reluctant to go back to work. If life was weighing you down, two days would not nearly be enough to recover.

For a moment, the two of you look back at the TV, focusing more on the movie. Then Noah speaks again and glances at you. "Do you feel like you need more time off?"

"I'll probably be okay in the morning. Just gotta down a bunch of coffee and I should be all set." you chuckle.

Noah chuckles and falls quiet, trying to ignore the sense of deja vu that settles over him. The days when he'd seen you at your worst and suddenly been able to bounce back like nothing happened.

That night, you find it harder to ignore the dread of the approaching morning. You eat dinner and try your best to focus on the show, but can't. After dinner, you clean up with Noah and then the two of you head into your bedroom. Noah seems reluctant to leave your side and you're not about to ask him to leave. So he settles on the floor beside your bed again and you get into your bed.

In the darkness, you can't find that sense of calm that's been with you for the weekend. You keep thinking about tomorrow. You're not ready for the overwhelm to return. To make matters worse, your arms start to itch unbearably. You instinctively go to scratch, but when your hand reaches under the sleeves and you feel the bandages, you stop yourself.

You swallow hard. You have to tell Noah. You can't go to work tomorrow and you have to tell him.

"Hey, Noah? Are you awake?" you whisper into the dark.

He stirs and sits up. "Yeah." He doesn't sound like he's been sleeping either.

"I think I'm ready to talk about Friday night."

"Want me to turn on a light?"

"No, no. We can talk like this." You fall quiet for a moment and then in a smaller voice, you ask, "Would it be alright if you cuddled with me while we talk?"

"Yeah, that's okay."

He gets up and carefully makes his way into the bed. Once he's settled, he pulls you against him and strokes your head.

"What's on your mind?" he asks, then he says your name in a soft, gentle tone.

The words get stuck in your throat. You feel sweat gathering on your hands. Your heart pounds in your chest. Then you manage to speak.

"I relapsed."

You immediately feel him stiffen a little. He remains quiet.

"I know I should have told you. It's just that…I thought I could do this on my own, but the thought of going back to work tomorrow scares me because I feel like I'm gonna do more of it and I really don't want to. I just feel like everything is too much. I tried to fight it on Friday, but everything has just been so much lately. I just want life to stop and…" You fall quiet when Noah pulls back to look at you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. I promise." he says softly.

"But I've been fighting it for months and then I just undid months of progress. What if I'm right back where I was, Noah? I didn't fight that hard on Friday."

Your eyes have adjusted to the dark and you can see the sadness on Noah's face. He whispers your name and pulls you close again, kissing the top of your head. "Hey…no. You're not back there. Yeah, you relapsed, but we'll bandage the wounds and get you back on your feet, okay? It's a stumble."

"Noah, you don't understand. I…I can't fight it."

He says your name again, but you continue before he can speak.

"Sometimes it's all I can think about. Like it's the only thing that can make everything stop. I know there's other ways of coping, but sometimes I just feel so far away from everything and that thing is all I can think about. What happens if I can't fight it the next time?"

Noah pulls back and takes both your hands in his. He plants a kiss on the back of one of your hands. He takes a moment and then says, "We'll figure this out. Okay?" He pauses and then adds, "For starters, I think you need rest, so maybe you take some time off? You could even come over to the house for a bit and maybe we can hang out with the rest of the guys? I'm sure Harper would love to see you. It's been awhile." His voice shakes.

You smile a little. "Being at the house does sound nice." Your own voice shakes as well.

You stare at him in the half-light. There's moonlight shining in from outside, so you can see the worry on Noah's face. You're not sure who starts crying first, but somehow, both of you end up in tears. Noah holds you close again and pulls you down onto the bed. You snuggle into him and grip him tightly, trying to find comfort in his scent again.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to be tagged in future parts, please let me know. ♡

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[missameliep]

Wip Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the tag @loreofyore 😊

Your wip is so intriguing, and even though I haven't read book 2 yet, it made me curious to understand their relationship.

So, I actually have been writing a bit lately and have snippets to share from two Desire & Decorum series I've been updating (Once Upon a Summer and All The Things I'll never tell my mother) and a bit of an Untitled fic I'm drafting for The Wayhaven Chronicles. It's a rough draft inspired by book 1 and the time the vampires stayed at the detective's apartment. Mostly it focus on the detective's (Lorelei O'Dell) personality, the beginning of the friendship with Felix, and her obvious crush on Nate (and how it might have felt to be surrounded by vampires and their super senses).

1. Part 4 of Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU / childhood/teens)

The sun was almost setting, and a cool breeze came from the sea, dishevelling their hair. In the shared earplugs played one of her favourite songs, and Hamid’s eyes were fixed at the horizon. Nearby, a couple in their mid-twenties walked hand-in-hand in the beach, and Elizabeth’s gaze followed them. “Do you have a boyfriend at England, Liz?” “What?” she gasped, “I’m eleven! No 11-year-old should be dating!” When he turned his face to the side, the earplug fell. He was muffling his laughter in his shoulder, but not well enough. “Why is it so amusing? Do you have a girlfriend?” “Not at the moment…” “Oh! Does that mean that – You had a girlfriend before?” Grinning, he nodded and returned the earplug. The music didn't match the scene. She never felt so immature in her entire life. Perhaps things were different here. Perhaps she was. Briar has kissed boys. Even Harry has been pestering her to have their friends over to play spin the bottle. Hamid’s question was spoken in a soft voice, that interrupted her inner monologue, “You never liked anyone so much that you wanted this person to be your boyfriend?” She bit the inside of her cheek. She hasn’t. Not until now.

2. Part 4 of All the things I'll never tell my mother (Desire & Decorum AU / collab with @rosesnink)

“I don’t hate children –���   “Phew!” Hayley waved a hand. “Good to know since you were just babysitting my precious daughter.”    The jest was enough to lighten the mood and Elizabeth chuckled.    “So, you never thought of babies?”   “Except for hypothetical names for hypothetical babies from my crushes when I was twelve and played silly games with friends during recess, I don’t think I ever seriously considered the idea… Not really. Not even when grandma spoke about heirs… because Harry was going to be the next Earl, the pressure was on him… I had other priorities… mother, my studies… then working with father...” She paused, looking outside, and her lips were pulled inside her mouth. “I sound so selfish now...”   “You don’t. But what if you did? If there’s one situation it’s perfectly acceptable to be selfish it is this one. It’s your body and life, after all. A baby is not a good you can return to a store, you know. So you must be positive you truly want this and not be sucked in by the romantization of motherhood.”   Sipping the tea, Elizabeth went silent. For a moment. Hayley couldn’t read her face at all, like she went to her own particular world where nobody could reach her.    Elizabeth’s eyes flicked from the windows back to Hayley, and she whispered against the rim of the mug, “How did you know? I mean that you wanted to be a mother?”    “I always knew, since I was a kid... I knew I’d be a mum someday, even if marriage was not in the cards for me. Life was so shitty sometimes… but... the idea of having kids just gave me hope, especially when I was at my lowest.” Hayley’s fingers held the mug tighter, and she averted her gaze for a second before looking back at her friend’s face. “I thought… This love I got... overflowing... I could pass it on. I could protect someone, shower them with my love, make them feel like they matter, like –” she cut herself, Hayley’s hand roughly wiped a tear threatening to escape her eye, but her smile remained. Elizabeth knew exactly which words she swallowed: “like nobody did to me in a long while”.    Elizabeth reached for her hand. “You’re doing a fabulous job, querida.”   

3. Untitled TWC

I invested time and I’m proud of the way my flat turned out, of the perfection of the colors of the soft cushions and how they coordinate with the quilt. Once, during boring winter nights, I took on knitting and tried to replicate it myself. In a small drawer by the window seat, lies the half-finished quilt... But that was before. Before becoming a detective. Before becoming a target.

A different life, it seems...

It’s dark now. All this time at the facility, I missed how beautifully the sun rays bath my living room in the mornings when I drink my coffee, and to be surround by these little treasures.

Treasures I hoarded and rarely share. It’s not often I allow anyone inside. Anytime I allowed someone close enough, something got shattered. Rarely the pieces I had to mend were from one of the mismatched porcelains I bought at thrift stores.

But that changes now.

My fingers curl around the key. It’s cold against my skin. I stab it into the keyhole and take a deep breath before turning it.

Still scrambling to achieve the bare minimum knowledge of myself and this amazingly strange new world I found myself thrown into, I opened the door to my home to four vampires.

Thanks again for the tag @loreofyore

That’s a sentence I never expected to cross my mind.

I silently watch them walking inside, taking everything in. Some more excited than others. None of them truly aware what it means to have them here.

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Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

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Music Monday for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles, with WIP snippets for the FC5 Harbinger AU catching up on what Saint Matilda is doing and a snippet for Life, Despair & Monsters WIP Sonya's Push, checking up on our murderous sapphics. Listen down below the cut:

First song for Marissa "Ress" Bishop from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. Ress has had quite the adventures in the span of a few years for her lifespan; Leslie Anne Bishop's youngest daughter in the Bishop Crime family after an affair with Arcane Urias (whom was impersonating the Chosen One, Finidy Mona, at the time), grew up in a Bishop controlled New Reno, she was involved in the Enclave's fall in the Capitol Wasteland, as well as the destruction of the slave industry, swayed the tide of the Second Battle of Hoover Dam to Vega's advantage in the Mojave and was a key ally for the re-establishment of the Minutemen, the reworking of the Railroad, and was involved in the defeat of Maxson's Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, the downfall of the Institute and the disassembling of the Raiders (as well as the Church of the Children of Atom), and avenging her dead friends and family by killing her father, Arcane Urias, in the Commonwealth. Even though Ress now has a few places to return home to (whether it be with her family in New Reno, friends in the Capitol Wasteland, Mojave and Commonwealth, or just Piper (and Nat) in the Commonwealth), Ress is first and foremost a wanderer and explorer, and isn't satisfied to sit around and settle down, especially after she fulfilled her vengeance over Urias. Though that's not to say it's a goodbye to her friends, family and lover, as though she's naturally inclined to go off to see the sights, she'll always come back to where her home truly lies.

Note: Honestly this song goes hand in hand with the other series (The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles in particular), but those are usually in more grim or sinister tones, which this song is often used in, and Ress' is supposed to be more "yeah I'm leaving now, but I'll be back, I promise" hopeful sort of way, you know?

"We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know that we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say, "Hello" To the folks that I know Tell them that I won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singing this song

We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day!"

Next song is for my Subnautica: Below Zero WIP, Subnautica: Deeper Depths, which is a kind of reworking of the base game but with combinations of the demo/pre-final release storyline as well as the things to expect from The UnTitledverse. Essentially the story is that, five years after the events of Subnautica and Planet 4546B now liberated from the Kharaa bacterium, Robin Goodall and Sam Ayou, who are half-sisters, worked for Alterra on Planet 4546B's arctic region (Robin as a fauna and flora researcher/expedition overseer on the planet's surface, with Sam as a supervisor on the Vesper Station, seeking to climb the corporate ladder), however, after an avalanche buries her base and leads Robin to seek shelter while injured, she discovers the Frozen Leviathan (and the preserved Kharaa infecting it), which subsequently gains Alterra's interest when Robin reports back and gets taken back aboard the Vesper. Robin quits after a disagreement with Sam (Robin, knowing the story of Ryley Robinson, thinks the infected Frozen Leviathan should be destroyed, while Sam believes the preserved Kharaa infection has the research potential to create medicinal properties that could help bolster Alterra's market and give them an advantage against competition). Three years later, Robin receives news that Sam has "died" on Planet 4546B, and her body was not able to be recovered. Robin, believing this to be bullshit, dedicates a plan to sneak back onto Planet 4546B, getting familiar with the dangerous terrain once more, almost like she's returned to her element. While ensuring she's not spotted by Alterra's Vesper satellite orbiting the planet, Robin only has two goals in mind: find Sam, and discover what shady business Alterra is up to. None of that included getting the consciousness of what is possibly the last living Precursor Architect stuck in her head... and his name is ALAN (or rather Al-An). This WIP also features the originally scrapped Ice Dragon, the possibly not dead Frozen Leviathan and my own creature, the Dweller, an underwater worm-like creature that appears to be made of some kind of Precursor metal, although Al-An himself claims that him and his kin had no hand in this creatures making. On a more horrifying not, the Dweller resides in the Dead Zone, currently circling the arctic region as its "nest" and has the potential to grow in size and length larger and longer than it already is (and it's pretty massive). Anyway, while this song is dedicated to the first Subnautica, I believe it fits Deeper Depths.

"It was hard to wave my home goodbye Looks like the waves are my home tonight As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves!"

"We make plans, think we know where we're going to go But fate's hand deals more than the cards it shows You could dream about the stars, you could crash and fall apart What's important is what you do with your time below

So you're out of your depth? So you're lost at sea? If you want to learn to swim, then you've got to be You may think that it's enough just to keep your head above But you've got to swim down if you want to breathe

It's a strange new world and you must survive Who says you need a map to thrive? Scan the wreckage for the parts, use the parts to build a path Doesn't matter how you fall if you land the dive

Habitat creating, it can be habit making So shake it up, you've got to do a little cavitating Can't build a shuttle if you're huddled in the rubble Yeah, you've got to make some bubbles, get a lungful 'cause the task is waiting!"

"It was hard to wave my home goodbye Looks like the waves are my home tonight As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves Never thought I'd have to find my place alone But now I know there's no waves like home As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves!"

"You know, I always thought I lived a pretty wild life And now I'm living here with all this pretty wildlife It's survival of the fishes and it's high tide And on the food chain, now my link is a mile wide

Crafting from my raft is an impractical reality With every asset I amass subtracted from my salary I know this package holiday was packaged with some tragedy But actually, I'm cracking on my back at the fatalities

I never thought I was born an explorer But now I'm one with the fauna and flora I never thought much of seafood before But tonight, we're having steamed clams under the aurora ("You know the universe has a plan for you!")

So just relax and maybe stack upon some lantern fruit I'm a naturalist you couldn't hold a candle to 'Cause underwater, candles really aren't the lamp to use!"

"It was hard to wave my home goodbye Looks like the waves are my home tonight As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves Never thought I'd have to find my place alone But now I know there's no waves like home As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves!"

"Everyone has a Leviathan coming But you can't live your life in silent running You know it's gonna get cold outside Break the ice, let the Sun in

As the path gets darker and deeper You might find there are sharks 'stead of peepers You may just wish to huddle with your cuddlefish But everybody has to dance with a reaper!"

"I need to keep my grip somehow I'm in some really deep ship right now I need to keep my grip somehow I'm in some really deep ship right now I need to keep my grip somehow I'm in some really deep ship right now I need to keep my grip somehow I'm in some really deep ship right now!"

"It was hard to wave my home goodbye Looks like the waves are my home tonight As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves Never thought I'd have to find my place alone But now I know there's no waves like home As a kid, I dreamed of space Now I'm finally awake in the wake of the waves!"

Last song is for SIlva's Hope from The Silver Chronicles. Resisting oppression is... certainly not a subtle theme that is conveyed in Silva's Hope (nor its prequel and sequel, La Última En Pie and Old Dusk respectively), and Silva herself is a character who is both the unstoppable force and immovable object when it comes to resistance: unstoppable force because she fights back against her foes, and immovable object as she never doubts resistance is not only the right decision, but the necessary one. Silva has a lot of experience in rebellions... more than she'd probably like to be involved in especially for her desire for a "normal life" that doesn't involve getting into such violent circumstances. And Silva, time and time again, makes the reminder that she's the "face of the Resistance" (in the sense that she's the most experienced fighter and tactician that gets deep into the front lines) and not the leader of the Resistance (as Jerome, Eli and Whitehorse are). This is especially apparent come Silva's Rogue Arc, an arc that occurs after Silva's PTSD renders her unable to fight in missions, and while the Resistance certainly have respect for her and consider her input while she's not in a state to fight, she knows the bad blood with Eden's Gate has left little room for Hope County's residents to desire putting efforts into a peaceful resolution that can end further suffering and death on both sides (not that Silva feels the Resistance are obligated to or even believes they themselves should be the ones to do so, considering Eden's Gate are the aggressors, and have been for a long time, however, in order for the plan she concocted with Faith's help to succeed, it requires the hope that, if Eden's Gate wave the white flag, then the Resistance would be willing to hear them out). She really doesn't like Joseph, though begrudgingly had begun to like John (who's "captive" in her bunker) and she really likes Faith at this point (plus Silva doesn't want to put Eden's Gate non-combatants - regardless if they're indoctrinated innocents or prisoners - further into harms way, like Kamski was willing to do when he nearly succeeds in gassing John's Bunker with toxins, which is a shockingly dark decision for him to make so easily considering in their past, harming innocents/non-combatants on the opposition's side was easily out of the question, though Silva likely doesn't realize that Kamski's experiences in their shared past shaped him very differently from how it shaped her). Without realizing it, in her Rogue Arc, Silva begins to rely on the old rebellion tactics she learned from Paul and the Tumultites who such tactics against the Congregation of Adam's Guard, from disruption to vandalism to destroying supply lines and property to taking certain figureheads either out of commission or hostage, and more, to not only gain the attention of sympathizers but the opposition leaders themselves and force them into a compromise to negotiate for peace. Silva has an understanding that the use of violence, especially in resistances, is not only an inevitability but also a justified necessity, but she seeks opportunities to resolve the conflict peacefully, especially between groups that used to be neighbors and friends.

The only time she doesn't consider peace an option is when it's against Adam Omar's congregation and his guard of enforcers, because she knows her biological father is, predictably, still an overzealous, narcissistic and prejudiced piece of shit who, predictably after literally a decade, willingly remains a spiteful asshole that surrounds himself with the worst inner circle of sycophantic psychopaths she's ever had the displeasure to even know (which is a high achievement, considering she's met her adoptive father's Apostle's of Zachariah, who were made up of slavers and war criminals). While beforehand, she and the Tumultites had to worry about avoiding non-combatants (especially since the Congregation regularly used their own civilians as a guarantee the Tumultites wouldn't do anything), when she does meet him again, Adam and his army of cronies don't have their civilians to hide behind, just prisoners and deserters. Anyway, ending my nonsensical rambling here, enjoy the song:

"I am a nation, I am a million faces Formed together, made for elevation I am a soldier, I won't surrender Faith is like a fire that never burns to embers ("Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight?") The voice of the unheard ("Who's gonna break these chains and lies?") Love is the answer!" "I gotta speak it, believe it, that's how I feel inside!" "("I"), I ("can't"), can't sit here quiet!"

"You can take my heart, you can take my breath When you pry it from my cold, dead chest!"

"This is how we rise up Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train This is how we rise up Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder Magic, static, call me a fanatic It's our world, they can never have it This is how we rise up It's our resistance, you can't resist us

("Hey!") Can you hear me? ("Hey!") Are you listening? Sleeping in the shadows, could be making history Walk through the fire, walk on the water Used to be a slave, but now you are a conqueror!"

"They can take my heart, they can take my breath When they pry it from my cold, dead chest!"

First WIP snippet is revisiting my Far Cry 5 Harbinger AU and catching up with Saint Matilda while she's in the custody of the Cougars in the Henbane, after surrendering to them outside their gates (stained in blood of course), with Tracey and Whitehorse discussing about her. Read below:

"Do you recognize her, Tracey?"

Tracey kept her gaze trained on the eerily calm woman in the upper cell across the other side of the railing where she stood. Her arms were folded across her chest as she leaned on the railing, brown eyes narrowing at the prisoner clad in deeply crimson stained white dress and black apron.

She almost looked like an Angel, with how unfocused the woman appeared, overdosed on Bliss and unaware of the reality around her. But angels didn't have hair, and their foggy eyes never retained such sharpness, not like how the woman's only visible amber eye was.

Tracey wanted to compare the feeling of how Faith could act in the Bliss, but she couldn't. As much as her former friend had changed for the worst, and as uneasy and angry as she made her feel, Faith wasn't covered in blood (even if she washed her hands of it), and she could at least see the herald's whole face.

Every tic, every dart of eyes, every quirk of her lips. Every contemplation that was happening behind those pretty green eyes that flashed in her mind like a pleasant dream that slowly soured into a nightmare.

Faith was a skilled liar, but she couldn't fool Tracey. Not again, at least. And liars had patterns. They had habits, especially when nervous.

But she could see none of that on their first detainee's visible face. Just observing her surroundings, sat on the bed against her cell wall, as she waited in stillness. Something about it screamed wrong.

She just couldn't put her finger on it.

"No," Tracey huffed as she answered, turning her attention to the old sheriff beside her, "Doubt she was around when I was with the Peggies. Or at least anywhere close to where I was stationed. And she's not hard to miss, considering...."

The mask, the eye, the dress and apron, the unnerving feeling that something about her was off, were all echoed in her head, but left unsaid from her lips.

"Is that your certainty that she's aligned with Eden's Gate?" Whitehorse asked next, hoping to get a confirmation.

Tracey, however, shrugged, shaking her head, "Never said that. My answer was merely based on the presumption that she is a Peggie. But honestly, I find it hard to believe she even is, despite only having her word."

Whitehorse exhaled lowly, glancing over to their person of interest with a concern. Tracey followed his gaze; finding that he was staring at the woman's palm, which still slowly bled from the cut she inflicted on herself before surrendering.

The fact she refuted all opportunities for first aid didn't set well with Tracey, especially now that the woman sat idly on her bed staring at the wall, occasionally glancing out her cell, hands clutched tightly together on her lap.

They hadn't taken the mask off her yet, especially since it only covered half her face and her most visible features should have been more than enough to identify her.

She was curious what their prisoner was hiding underneath it, if there was anything to hide in the first place.

"Did she give her name at all?" Tracey asked the Sheriff, frowning when the woman's sole gaze lazily shifted towards her and Whitehorse across the other side.

The dead, unfeeling stare gave her the chills. It felt like she wasn't even considered a person in this woman's eye. It felt worse than how the angels stared at her, honestly.

Nothing alive and without a dosage of Bliss in them should be capable of that.

"She claimed her name to be Matilda when I visited her," Whitehorse answered, though added as he recalled, "Well, "Saint Matilda" is what she called herself. Asked around the prison if anyone knew her by that name in particular, but only got negatives. If she's lying, we may have a Jane Doe on our hands. Though we don't even have the comfort of knowing if she even is lying or telling the truth."

Their captive, Saint Matilda, returned her gaze back to the wall, barely blinking as she waited. White dress still covered in splotches of red.

"Not that it matters as much," Whitehorse admitted, noting the most prominent description about the woman as Tracey had, "Affiliated with the cult or not, she's evidently dangerous. Best she stay in that cell for our safety."

Tracey only nodded in agreement. Though she mused on the woman's name.

Saint Matilda.

Back in the short time she was a Peggie herself, Tracey had only heard the cultists be referred to as "brother" and "sister", including Joseph's siblings, with the cult leader dubbing himself as "the Father" of course. She rarely heard of any other titles, with even the priestesses and chosen only referred to fraternally and sororally. So the mention of this Matilda referring herself with the title of "Saint" waved red flags in her head.

And considering the "Saint" in question hadn't given an explanation of whose blood she was splattered in, Tracey has doubts the title holds much weight in reality, much like the cult's preaching.

Here's Jennifer and Sonya once more from Sonya's Push, where Jennifer informs all of Dicko's business partners and important employees that there's been a change in management, and to ensure all signs of discontent are heavily discouraged with the presence of her newest "partner". Sonya is present but she's only been alluded to in this snippet. Not my most perfect writing but I'll refine it when I have the time. Read below: [CW: Mild derogatory words thrown at Jennifer]

Jennifer stood at the front of the long and wide table, her new golden dress glittering to draw all attention onto her. She was furthest away from the two-sided door, looking across the filled seats full of familiar board members and business partners who were all affiliated with the late Dicko.

They all stared at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity, though she expected that - after all, Dicko usually headed these emergency meetings, not her. Although, Jennifer was not blind to the underlying shameless lust present amongst those younger than their senile cohorts. Said cohorts did nothing to hide their ogling on her form either.

Worse yet, she's previously fucked a few of them before under Dicko's orders - a reward of some sorts, sometimes even blackmail, for those that worked with him. A rather inconvenient disadvantage when making a grab for power before anyone else does once they realize the truth.

Unlike them, she at least had the comfort of her trump card present in the room with them, unbeknownst to the crass and greedy bastards before her.

All she needed to do was cow the majority into submission with the threat of losing profits (and their lives) should they try to take charge themselves rather than hand over Dicko's authority to her, with accessibility to their assets intact.

It should go swimmingly, however Jennifer knew life wasn't fair; it hadn't been fair two nights ago, just like it hasn't been fair in decades.

Jennifer's main point of worry were rather two individuals in the room; Chairman Ross and Maxwell Carmen, the former a long-time business partner of Dicko's, a leading officer of the board in Crawford Pharmaceuticals with ties and much sway over Crawford Klaus himself, and the latter was Dicko's finance director who oversaw and managed much of the mans financial assets, and acted as a representative for the business with other corporations overseas.

Ross sat at the other end of the table, while Carmen sat on the end closest to her. Whereas Ross was bald, face sagging from age and was rather wide and stout, though that aspect of him gave him a size and strength advantage as Jennifer had found out her first time with him, Carmen on the other hand was younger than the chairman, with neatly combed hair, a conventionally charming face even if he was of average build. She's never had to service Carmen, thankfully, the man was usually too busy handling business overseas to stay for long.

While Ross was dressed in the most proper of professionalism with a face that always appeared sour, Carmen was simply dressed to impress with a small, and likely, false smile.

Knowing Ross, he'd call her a whore and dismiss her words altogether... the man was the closest person to a friend to Dicko, and was unlikely to take it even considerably well that she of all people was taking over the man's businesses.

As long as she used her blackmail on him wisely and with sufficient motivation from her newly acquired attack dog, Jennifer was hopeful that she could retain a level of cooperation from the geezer to allow her to funnel the best drugs into their markets. As for Carmen, she hoped that pandering to his notorious greed could work in her favor.

"As long as the green flows into his bank account, Maxwell will remain loyal to the highest bidder there is," she recalled Dicko's words when Carmen started gaining a reputation.

With attention on her, Jennifer glanced to the ceiling before closing her eyes and letting a low exhale out. May as well get formalities out the way.

"Thank you all for attending this emergency meeting under such short notice," Jennifer began, earning her even more confused and concerned gazes from the members present, "I'm sure you have questions-"

Ross scoffed a noise on the far end of his table, grumbling something derisive under his breath as he kept looking back to the doors in the room. Probably waiting for Dicko himself.

"-as for the reason behind it," Jennifer continued, a little tightly from Ross' dismissive display, addressing the other members, "I'm here to answer that and more. As I'm sure you have heard, there was an incident a few nights prior during one of our Beastie tournaments-"

However, she was cut short by Carmen raising his hand as he leaned forward, asking the obvious question only she knew the answer to, "Sorry for the interjection Miss Jennifer, but shouldn't Dicko be heading this meeting instead of you? If I'm not correct, an incident on the scale of a malfunctioning beastie and a significant loss in profits should be addressed by Dicko himself, shouldn't it?"

Jennifer recovered her voice in spite of Carmen's interruption, hoping to ease up to the news, "Yes, Mr. Carmen, usually Dicko would be present to address an incident of this magnitude. That is something I'm getting to in this report."

Carmen tilted his head curiously at her, almost like he was studying her, but thankfully said nothing else, politely conceding and gestured her to continue. And so, Jennifer continued to explain, "During the tournament in question, Dicko and I went to intercept a champion with a 17 win streak-"

She was interrupted once more, this time directly by Ross, "I've heard enough of this irrelevancy. Why isn't Dicko here?"

Patience thinning from hearing the man's grating voice, not helped by the addition the room's focus being turned from her to Ross or each other as they murmured amongst one another, a few outright looking bored.

"That's what I'm getting to-"

However, Ross didn't seem to really care what she had to say, "Oh, sure you are. Just as I'm sure Dicko's too busy to not greet us at his front doors the moment this meeting was called, like he usually does. Just cut the shit and either get to the point or go drag Dicko here yourself, woman."

While the other members of board waited expectantly with Carmen rubbing at his temples at Ross' crass behaviour, Jennifer's nostrils flared with irritation, blue eyes coldly glaring at Ross.

On second though, fuck formalities, Jennifer decided.

"Dicko's dead."

For a moment, no reaction erupted from the members in the room. A few continued to ignore her in favor of talking with one another, Ross still waited expectantly. Only Carmen froze upon hearing those words, his attention on her.

However, once the news registered across the table, the small conversations tapered off into a shocked silence as the members focused back onto her, and Ross' furrowed his brows as he finally processed the information. His face contorted into a sneer as he leaned forward, between outrage and disbelief.

"Dead? Dicko?!" Ross sputtered, staring between the faces of the other business partners and board members. To say Jennifer didn't take a particular joy out of his reaction wouldn't be quite honest of her.

As Ross jumbled his words together in a vain attempt at making a sentence, Carmen interjected once again, "Ross, just remain in your seat. Miss Jennifer, could you elaborate what happened?"

"As I had been trying to explain, Dicko and I had intercepted this champion to convince them to consider throwing the match in exchange of a fair compensation, in order to avoid losing a large sum of profits. Upon meeting this individual, Dicko had identified him as a former business partner of his from years back, by the name of Sir Enigma Malvolio."

Jennifer paused as she let the name slip, watching the men's reactions, hoping for at least familiarity with the name.

However, such reactions fell short; Carmen just waited for her to continue, while Ross and the other members merely scrunched their faces in bafflement at the name.

Seeing no one hear had intel on the - for lack of a proper term - "man", Jennifer proceeded, "Malvolio held no interest in the alternate deal, and proceeded uninterrupted towards the latest match with his beastie in tow. A beastie, referred to as the Apex, that's design was unlike the regular ones. He would win this match, and Dicko had wanted to privately make an example out of him."

Jennifer left out her involvement in the attempted disposal of that freak, as well as her brutal failure against him and his security, not wishing to let these fools know of the danger she had always been capable of.

Additionally, she decided to not let slip that Dicko had reached an agreement with Malvolio which involved being trafficked to only god knows where with that under that disturbing bastard, and the subsequent reason behind the beastie's release.

Instead, she opted for a white lie, "It's assumed this Malvolio had unleashed his beastie in some kind of rampage with a certain sentience that did not require a link, as a means to cover his escape. It massacred many of the staff and the betters still present, with Dicko counted amongst the casualties, before it was eventually stopped."

The shocked silence would have been deafening if Jennifer had not expected this, and was emboldened to take advantage of such response, "Which is why I call this meeting. As to date, Dicko had left no will that would pass down his assets and position to a worthy successor should something have happened to him, and I doubt he ever intended to. Now, on one hand, you can all fight amongst yourselves for whatever claim you can milk out of Dicko's fortune and resources, leaving his operations to either fall to dust or be found out by local authorities during the time wasted over such arguments."

"Or," she said, grabbing many of the board's attention, including Carmen himself, "You hand over such management for me to handle. And we can continue with business as usual. You'll still receive the profit you earned for your contributions, and perhaps more under me. Dicko's death should not detriment our market, and he wouldn't want us to render his legacy to oblivion."

It was reaching, but Jennifer had hoped that the fear of losing the flow of green and being offered a convenient solution that would cost much time and effort would swing them over to her side.

Carmen certainly didn't seem disinterested, and there were a few who considered her offer and those that were somewhat relieved by an easy option.

However, there were still those whose greed wouldn't be satisfied until they had more power, with Ross amongst the most gluttonous of such lust and hunger.

"Out of the question," Ross spat out, baring his less than pristine teeth at Jennifer, causing her to restrain herself from unsheathing the claws underneath her finger tips, "What makes you think that you can just up and take Dicko's seat, hm? I know the man himself would never allow such dishonesty to slide. Especially from his whore of all people."

Jennifer leveled Ross with a cold glare as she countered, "I've been by Dicko's side for almost six years now. I've been there to overlook every and all of his projects thus far. I know information he personally shared with me that he certainly wouldn't share with any of you - including yourself, Ross."

At the older man's offended scowl, Jennifer smirked internally, before continuing, "I may not have a history of experience to prove myself to you, but I do hold sole knowledge over documents and pass codes that will take you years to figure out but would only leave me a few hours to scour through. Amongst everyone in this board, I am the closest person to a successor that Dicko has. We cannot let business run dry. You want to keep your money? That security- the luxury he gifted you? The only way you'll retain that is with me."

That seemed to earn her more consideration and reluctant acceptance from a few of the doubters, though at least Carmen seemed onboard, or relatively fine with the new arrangement. But Ross still held firm.

"I don't think you understand, girl," Ross growled out, "Regardless of what knowledge you supposedly hold, you aren't the one who makes such a decision. I won't stand for this, and I'm sure many of my fellows here would agree that you're not fit for this. I'd rather have someone I trust to keep his word rather than a bipedal lapdog that's only ever stood by and looked pretty when not catering to the needs of her master, including some of us here."

Ross stood up from his seat, settling his hands on the table as he leveled a surly gaze on her, "What stops this board from calling our security to boot you off the premises altogether while we sort through this mess ourselves?"

Instead of feeling threatened, or responding indignantly, Jennifer allowed herself to smirk openly, much to Ross confusion. There's the perfect opportunity for her cue.

"I'm glad you asked, Chairman Ross," Jennifer stated with an insincere politeness, "Shall I show you?"

She gave a nod to the ceiling, the signal they both agreed on, and true to her word, the beastie unveiled her camouflage, the sleek metal and red optic, quills and odd protrusions, along with the uniquely alien design altogether, both familiar and hard to miss.

The Apex's three tail talons shot out along the walls behind Jennifer, who stood unflinching, and onto the middle of the table, alarming all the board partners to the presence of the beastie. Carmen was stiff in his seat, and Ross collapsed in his upon seeing the creature

With such magnificent flexibility, the Apex twisted and turned as she expertly slunk behind Jennifer. The blonde opened her palm out beside her, near the Apex's head. The beastie did not immediately get the cue, at least, that's what Jennifer thought, but eventually she must have understood the gesture, and humored Jennifer's display by resting her sharp chin on the dainty hand. Whirred out a sound - not speech as they both agreed before the meeting - similar to a purr just to sell the lie further.

"This is Malvolio's beastie; the Apex," Jennifer introduced the cowering men to the creature, "This is the very beastie responsible for the incident nights prior, the one that claimed the lives of several of our staffs, patrons and Dicko himself, and if it weren't for my actions, would have resulted in more irreparable collateral that would have gained unwanted attention."

"As you can clearly see," Jennifer caressed the sharp jawline of the Apex, the beastie playing along and leaning in to the touch, "I am its master now. Which means it follows any command I give it, and only my command, which includes prioritizing my life either by defense or offense. Meaning, it will protect me from any and all perceived threats. Now..."

Jennifer leveled a heavy gaze on Ross' shrinking form, who seemed even more terrified as the Apex's sole red optic glared towards him as well.

"...are we all at an understanding and agreement in regards to my management over our dear late Dicko's enterprise?" Jennifer asks with a raised brow as her deadly blue eyes Or shall I leave all of you alone to think it over with our newest friend? I must warn you; I can't guarantee how well it'll react over a long period without its master."

[halestrom]

🎶 roadtrip 🤝 coast guard Jake (!!!)

🎶 Share a song you associate with this fic

Roadtrip: so the title of this song comes from heartbeat highway by cannons who are an indie synthwave/dream pop band and the whole vibe of the song and this genre in particular make me want to drive up the california coast on a sunny day with the top down and listening to music.

HOWEVER, all of that being said, eve 6 - inside out, despite being a song about breaking up, the chorus actually gives me a lot of feelings about this story in particular especially with both of them tender hearted, finding nothing but faith in nothing, swallowing their pride, swallowing the doubt. i know the song is more about a break up but it 1000% also makes me think about like, the two of them needing to back down from who they were to each other and figuring out who they now are to each other

I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Wanna put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

🤝 Share a snippet that describes a physical sensation

Coast Guard Jake: (pls be aware the entirely of my knowledge about the coast guard comes from a few clips from movies and a general idea of what they do so im gonna roll with it) (also pretty sure the navy has their own s&R but WHATEVER)

There was always a moment right before Big Sam hit him on the back, giving him the all clear to make the jump out of the helicopter that his heart froze in his chest, anticipating the shock of cooler water, the adrenaline already pumping as he stared down at the body surrounded by the bright dye they used to mark the spot of the downed pilot.  He had done this more times than he could count, and each time, despite the dire situation as he waited for Rio to drop the helicopter as low as they dared considering the requirement for c-spine precautions, Jake couldn’t help but smile, feeling the hand come down on his shoulder and he threw the thumbs up in response before he jumped.

[seramilla]

Now we need snippets of Sera and Carmilla as grandmothers!!!

When Caz, Rhys, and Oberon are born, Carmilla and Sera are the typical over-protective grandmothers. Particularly Sera, who has never even seen a baby before, but will still carry all three of them around at the same time, swaddling them close to her chest.

Carmilla's been through this song and dance before, but never with boys. Both of them are out of their element when they become toddlers and start rough-housing on a daily basis. Caz in particular can be kind of a bully, taking a little too much after Velvette when he's really young, but he mellows out as they get older. Ronnie and Rhys are inseparable and always want to be together, so Sera will feed and hold those two at the same time, while Carmilla feeds and interacts with Caz, who is more independent. As far as temperament goes, they are pretty typical babies. A lot like Clara was. Nothing too extreme.

When Aurora is born, Carmilla is more in her element. She can handle girls...or so she thinks. Rory is very different from how Odette was as a baby. Rory is a bit of a firecracker and a lot more fussy than the boys ever were, but her grandmothers are patient and soothe her through her tantrums. Sera can't get over the fact how tiny she is, and just like with the boys, wants to hold her constantly. As a toddler, Rory gets into everything -- tearing pages out of books, pouring bottles down the sink, coloring on the walls, etc. Carmilla can't believe this child came out of Odette -- her perfect angel baby who never did anything wrong in her life. Carmilla blames Verosika's genes. Rory mellows out the most as she gets older -- but those first few years are rough.

Lysander is finally the break that they all need -- he reminds Carmilla exactly how Odette used to be as a baby, so it's like some weird cosmic joke that he came out of Verosika. He meets all of his milestones very early and is smart as a whip. He is absolutely obsessed with his grandmothers, especially Sera, and sometimes they are the only ones who can calm him down when he's upset. He doesn't get upset or cry very often, though, even as a newborn -- he's the most chill baby Hell has ever seen. But he constantly wants to be held, and Sera will never tell him no. She's almost perpetually holding him and carrying him around on her hip. Carmilla worries he's being spoiled, but Sera insists he just loves them very much.

(Should I do one for the Charlie's Angel's fankid I came up with? I haven't fleshed her out enough, or figured out if I'm adding more, but I could try, LOL).

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

A snippet of storyboard from a jrwi animatic set to You Gotta Die Sometime, because undead chip is soooooo interesting to me especially with the potential memory loss thing

I am not likely to ever finish this particular animatic, but this scene from it would not leave my head until i drew it, so here Take This. Enjoy it. it might be all you get for this particular song.

[starlightbelle]

8, 17, & 30 for the fic writer ask!!

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you'd write one for...

Of the ones I've shared, probably Here's to Not Being in Love. Zoro/Nami's dynamic is so fun to write; I left it open-ended for a reason, because I imagine I'll probably write more for them at some point. I don't have a sequel in the works yet, but if a compelling enough plot bunny should surface in my brain, I'm sure it'll insist upon being written. 😆

Ahhh I nearly forgot!! I intend to write a continuation of A Crisis of Confidence! Isuka doesn't get much appreciation among One Piece fans but I like her and I want to explore her relationships with other members of the Revolutionary Army. I've already penned her interacting with Dragon, so I think next on the docket would be something opposite Sabo. Both pre- and post-Marineford. I expect the latter will be very angsty, and I can't wait to explore it.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

✨The stars align. An idea strikes, either seemingly out of the blue, while discussing characters with my friends, or after hearing a line in a movie/song that hits just right.

Generally I jot down as much as I possibly can (if I'm at work or something I'll loop the idea/scene/dialogue in my head until I have a free moment to type down as much as I remember), key points or words to jog my memory later. I do often have a line or two that I know exactly how I want written. There are no shortcuts or abbreviations of those, I have to write the line out entirely.

After that, once I have a block of time I can more fully devote to writing I fill in the blanks. Whatever flows, whatever works. I am kinda an edit-as-I-go type of writer, though normally at this stage just finding a synonym for a word that works better or fixing the phrasing of a sentence.

If a particular scene is giving me trouble, the draft will remain a cocktail of disconnected snippets (sometimes in the wrong order) until I have a breakthrough with the gaps.

Once the story is penned, I read through it. Usually this stems from a desire to have the manuscript look tidy and neat and complete in my notes app. Along the way I'll make little changes, fix any errors I find, rearrange paragraphs if needed, etc.

After that, I reread it an absurd amount of times. This is motivated by pure enjoyment. I am my target audience so I like reading what I write. 😊 It just so happens that that's how editing works, too. Win-win.

If I'm sending it to a friend, or preparing to share it, I'll give it another pass or two (or three). Normally I don't have much to correct at this point.

I also will reread it again after I've shared a piece to make sure the formatting works, everything flows, etc.

Yep. That about sums it up. 😅 It isn't really a conscious checklist I go thru, just kinda how it ends up working out.

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

I'm proud of all my works! 😁 But one I haven't seen get much love is my seventh Corazon Week piece. Although I believe one of those three kudos is yours already lol.

It doesn't have any relationship tags, which I suspect might be the reason it's not showing up on Cora fans' radar, because the pov character is left intentionally ambiguous. It was an artistic decision I knew might keep it out of search results, and I debated using multiple relationship tags instead to cover all bases but I worried that might come across as baiting so I left it without. I may change it though if I get feedback on that.

Thanks so much for asking! I know my answers tend to get a little rambly, so thanks for your interest! This one was a bit like a behind-the-scenes feature on a DVD! (Prompt list)

[jacelandon]

Performed at HoT Fest 5/18/2024 Also this doubles as Day 1 for May DWC 2024 Mysterious - Appearance

The half-elven man steps onto the stage with violin in hand, flashing a handsome smile towards the audience. While he may be new to this particular stage, it is obvious he’s already more than familiar with being in front of a crowd as a hand flourishes off to the side when he bows. He’s dressed simply for the occasion: Worn boots, distressed pants, a white shirt whose v-neck sits low enough to display the Darkmoon Faire crest tattooed on his chest, and a variety of mismatched necklaces, bracelets, and rings. 

With a wave of his hand, fingers briefly glow a dark indigo as a grand piano materializes out of thin air behind him. Sitting at the piano is, strangely enough, himself, or a copy of himself at the very least. The twin Jaces smile and nod at each other before the real Jace fits the violin to his chin in preparation. For those more musically inclined with a strong penchant towards string instruments, they may recognize this particular violin to have been made by the famous Kaldorei luthier, Del’gesu: A rare and incredibly valuable piece of history and it’s easy to hear why once he begins playing.

The pianist begins keying a soft, somewhat haunting melody as Jace raises his bow, poised and at the ready. There’s an inaudible inhale before the rosined horsehair glides across the strings, producing a beautifully rich vibrato; the sound nearly visible as it winds around the player and carries out among those gathered in a breath of wind.

The music swells and subsides at his tender beckon, displaying the mastery he maintains within the difficult technique traversed with ease. The violin seems to nearly cry out in melancholic yearning with every sustained note and gentle crescendo. The piece is meant to provoke emotion of some variety, and given the creased brow and tightly shut eyes of the performer, it’s simple to recognize an artist truly in touch with his craft.

Upon reaching a lower range of still meticulously bowed notes, eyes flick open to reveal that which were once a faintly glowing deep blue are now intense, swirling tempests of blues, purples, and streaks of crackling silver, reminiscent of a lightning storm at sea.

A congenial expression settles across his sharp features as that churning gaze seeks out individual contact within the audience, while the beguiling melody aids in this enchantment. The flow of expertly fingered notes delicately drifts throughout the atmosphere; an earworm that wriggles its way into the deep recesses of the mind for those more open and willing, and especially those most prone to empathetic urges.

Jace‘s own movements ebb and flow with the raw passion of the violin’s lament, almost as if it is his very own soul crying out for something not quite within reach. His fingers move with purpose and precision along the maple fingerboard as the double stops and glissandos permeate the performance space, and never once does he break a sweat despite the punishing accuracy required. His instrument exquisitely sings out the high notes without restraint, ensorcelling those most affected by the radiance of the song and the persuasive nature of his turbulent gaze.

The hypnotic combination of the ethereal sound and his tempestuous stare may begin to sway those most susceptible into some sort of waking trance. Ever present, yet feeling, remembering, daydreaming in snippets of memories this particular song may invoke within themselves. A sense of longing for something or someone lost, or perhaps something they never possessed in the first place.

For those only with the keenest of gazes, Jace’s shadow begins to stretch and widen, and there are instances where it almost appears as if this elongated shadow falls out of sync with his physical form for the briefest of moments. A gust of wind begins to whip around the violinist, stirring any fallen leaves, grass clippings, and loose dirt into a small flurry as his bow firmly kisses the strings in a series of impressive runs leading towards climactic grandeur.

The peak of the performance crests with soaring waves of pristine notes and resounding vibrato that reverberates throughout the entire area, sending chills down the spines of those most afflicted. It may even elicit a strong, physical reaction in some as sorrowful or wistful personal recollections of times past almost seem to appear before their very eyes. A subconscious suggestion brought about by mere illusions of their own psyche, a trick of the mind, erased from existence should these fabricated reflections be touched.

A glint of setting sunlight catches the evil eye charm resting in the hollow of Jace’s throat as he gently arches backwards to emphasize the masterfully executed glissando into an even higher octave, still maintaining the heightened fervor. The strikes of lightning within that captivating gaze become more mesmerizing and nigh impossible to look away from, which in turn only enhances the peculiar influence he and his instrument seem to possess. 

The cry of strings deepens but never once loses its determination. It’s at this point that his shadow seems to have elongated beyond the realm of possibility, nearly engulfing the entirety of the audience. There’s a chill present not previously felt as even Jace seems to find himself consumed by the inexplicable darkness. Yet, those rippling pools of undulating sea and storm seem to glow brilliantly as they continue to watch those gathered. There’s a strange comfort offered in that unblinking stare as he gradually decrescendos into a more somber and languid melody.

There’s still an alluring caress of a whisper contained within the tone; more seductive yet somehow heart wrenching at the same time. A juxtaposition of emotions overwhelms: A sense of dread with the pure wonder of what will occur next. The other Jace on the piano now appears to be nothing but a shadowy apparition, continuing to brush the keys in perfect rhythm. Wispy tendrils of darkness expand and waver against all they touch, appearing like branches from a massive tree that isn’t where the shadow suggests. Yet, it’s all just an illusion, isn’t it? 

He gracefully trills the instrument with ease, the beauty of the dulcet sounds weaving through the crowd on a crisp breeze. The squalls captured within his gaze seem to now settle back into tranquility as the looming shadow diminishes in size. The emotions relent and relinquish their grip upon those affected, but very much so leaving a mark in their wake whether it be fatigued hearts or pensive moods.

Jace closes his eyes for the first time since the beginning of the piece, the familiar crease settling once more upon his brow. At this point the shadow has completely vanished and the setting sun brilliantly illuminates the man, granting him an almost divine glow. The concluding notes ascend upwards in a smooth legato, culminating in the most exquisite high note as he seems to finally exhale for the first time tonight - an oddly icy breath. The violin lowers, the spell broken, and he takes his final bow.

@daily-writing-challenge

[princewylder]

12, 14 and 16?

Thank you teddy :D (already answered 16 so I'll just do the first two)

12. Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Oh yeah I have a pretty big Riku playlist (I have at least 3 for him lol) I love listening to a song and going "yeah Riku would fit this" or "Riku would absolutely listen to this".

I won't link the full list but I can give you the top 5 songs I associate with him in no particular order:

Ship in a Bottle by fin

Abandon Ship by fin

The Pretender by Lewis Capaldi

All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar, SZA

Judas by Lady Gaga (this one is not because it fits Riku but is actually because its his favourite song!)

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fits them?

I don't think I have any quotes from Riku himself unfortunately because I don't have any final draft of a story/snippet I've written about him. I wish I had a poem or something that I could associate with him but alas...

Any of the lyrics from the aforementioned songs would definitely fit here though. Especially the top 3.

[cornistasiathecoblinking]

1, 6, 11, 13, 19

Thanks @ladystormcrow !! The weather's been very gnarly here and I'm pushing through a head fog so I'll do my best to answer these!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45207499/chapters/113729305

Summarize the fic in 3-5 sentences.

Two people from different walks of life with BIG divorcee energy start hanging out and realize they bring out the best in each other. Others however may view it as they bringing out the worse in one another. So... who is right?

6. Share a snippet of your favorite imagery.

That's hard, but the scene when Megamind enters with the hope of sexytimes with Roxanne only to get cock-blocked by Metro Man:

11. If someone were to draw one moment from your fic, which moment would you pick?

When Roxanne washes him:

13. What music did you listen to while writing this?

Oh I have a few difference songs that go with this; but particulary, the overachign mood of the fic is very: Cockroach King -- Haken

19. Are there any particular headcanons or theories of yours that found their way into the fic?

For me, it's Minion's They/Them pronouns. They are gender fluid, especially whenever it suits them. They're also Megamind's lawyer (they wear Groucho Marx glasses; no one recognizes them).

Megamind's love language is fixing things. Roxanne's is sharing.

[ivyminie]

https://www.tumblr.com/ivyminie/783905232332718080/tbh-i-dont-get-whats-the-point-when-artists

(Sorry I was gonna just type this in your replies but I didn’t want to have to break it up)

I feel like Doja and BTS are different cases regarding this topic. As much as I love Doja as an artist, she does say and do a lot of things just for the shock factor of it all. Cause she’s going right back to that same pop music going off the snippet she played for Jealous Type. (And still made pop music even after she said that because Agora Hills exists and should’ve been bigger than it was but I digress)

But with BTS from what Jin said it sounds like they never vibed with it to begin with and it just got put in front of them cause Bang wanted to test the waters with it. I don’t think BTS have the same view of releasing simple pop music being chart hungry in the negative sense Doja did. Though I do know that they’re realist that also understand that (English) pop music is what’s easy to sell. And I also know they would’ve rather a song they all worked on and had their usual creative flair blow up instead. Cause Joon had already mentioned how he knew it was gonna be hard for that to happen, especially with a Korean song. (Which is why we tried so hard to get LGO that #1)

So I don’t think not liking Dynamite in particular, even though it was their crossover hit, is necessarily a bad thing. More bittersweet for them probably imo.

helloooo i get your pov too, to me i think it's more about me finding it unecessary to belittle a track that got you to a whole new peak in your career years later in a context with other hosts shows like that, especially when the question wasn't even if he liked the song or not....i'll dm you to talk more about this if you want i just don't know what account to do it on ?

[many-gay-magpies]

24, 17, 13

thank you sm for asking!! as usual i rambled a bit, so two out of three answers are under the cut <3

13. Have you ever made a playlist for a fic? (Share?)

I have thought about it, and someday I might, but at the moment I have no fic playlists. Ironically, I have playlists for virtually EVERYTHING ELSE—my original stories, individual characters, general media i like, ships, so on and so forth—but none for fics I've written. This is mostly down to, like, with the way I write fics, they're generally short oneshots that don't motivate playlist-making, OR they were directly inspired by one song in particular? And with the one fic I've thought about creating a playlist for, it's only like. two or three songs, which I cannot remember any of at the moment- which is why the playlist has not yet been made. BUT if I do I will possibly link it in the notes of whatever fic it's for!

17. Do you regularly discuss your fics, or do you keep most of the info to yourself before you start posting?

I tend to do a lot of fic discussing before I actually post a fic, ESPECIALLY with @babyseraphim (But also in smaller amounts in the Payneland discord server, and VERY occasionally in the form of posts about my process here on tumblr)! With Nimm, the discussion usually consists of idea ping-ponging, brainstorming, and sending writing snippets back and forth for fun; I sometimes share WIPS in the discord server, or go to the writing workshop channel if I need help with something. Also, like, a fair handful of my oneshots have STARTED as conversations in that server, so like, does that count as discussing a fic before posting? Because if so there is a lot of that lol.

24. Do you have any writing goals? (Word counts, chapters, finishing fics, trying something new?)

I don't tend to give myself wordcount or chapter goals, but at the MOMENT a goal I have for my writing in the Dead Boy Detectives fandom is to finish and post at least three of my current WIPs- I think I'm nearing the end of my New Idea juice for this fandom in terms of writing, but I have a LOT of WIPs I want to finish at least a few of. One of them is actually well on its way and in the final edits/beta-reading stage- that one's a very tender body horror-ish oneshot based off of this post by @sthilarions! The WIP I want to finish most is the bigass casefic I started back LAST July for Painelandweek (it. spiraled.), titled "The Case of the Clashing Carpet"; I am DETERMINED that I'm gonna rewatch some DBD and get the motivation to write the last few scenes of (then revise/edit a lot of, because I started writing it almost a year ago and have a much better grasp on characterization now) that one. I will NOT abandon her. I will NOT.

I have a selection of other little oneshots I'm hoping to finish at least one of- the Niko fic I teased during Niko week is probably the strongest contender of those, but there's also a (barely started) oneshot with a concept that essentially boils down to "what if the office sofa was a little bit sentient, magical, and came from a witch, and thats why it can fit unrealistic numbers/sizes of people in fanfic", and a oneshot where edwin has a Very Bad Time after being kidnapped post-canon and charles helps him calm down. so yeah, essentially, thats my dbd-fic-writing goal-- finish and post some WIPs!

[keeheauxtales]

and the excitement grows...

DUH!

my thoughts on each song based on the album sampler that dropped:

1. DUH!

The musician/music nerd in me has been waiting on a title track in G, and we're finally getting it! I WILL be blasting this on repeat with the windows down and the volume up cruising down the street in my 2011 🚙! Confidence booster, swag edition 😆 Not to mention, the way they added a siren-like sound (+ a siren in the beginning of this whole video) in this with the 5th anniversary of their debut track « SIREN » approaching in less than 6 months is *chef's kiss*! 🥺

To preview this with Jongseob's rap was GOLD! 🎖️ It seems like his approach was the same as « Do It Like This » « BFF » « Better Together » « Everybody Clap » where he just gotta get that extra bar in... Love that shit for my lil man!

If that part that they cut the snippet off at was the pre-chorus, it's giving « 2Nite » vibes (one of my top fave Piwon songs up to this point), and baby, do the boys know how to eat up a pre-chorus or what? 🤤

Random thought I had while watching the sampler at this point: "The tables been turnin' so much, I was thinkin' it's foosball~" — Kendrick Lamar, « 30 For 30 » by SZA

Also, Seobbie's fit was everything I had no idea I needed! The sheer skirt over cheetah print pants?! Rocking a pearl necklace?? This guy is never beating the genderfluid vibe allegations, I fear. 🤩

2. PRETTY BOY

One thing for sure about a P1H track with Keeho's name listed in the composition: It's gonna be a VIBE! And it seems like the vibes have been upgraded for this particular track! 🥹 Confidence booster, chill edition 😎 I read somewhere that part of Intak's name meant "make your name widely know[n]", so in this preview, him being the first one (I'm assuming) to go "say my name" is 💯! Also... Theo!!! Him being the main character in this snippet just. makes. sense! 🤩 That "you just want to fantasize me" line is gonna haunt me in the best way, I can already feel it.

Not to be biased, but I see this being high on my tracklist ranking, if I were to end up doing one. The bag being secured by the honestly sexy Afrobeat, the self-assurance in these lyrics... I feel like the boys might either « Tinnitus » « The Killa » (TXT) it, and keep it on one level, or they could elevate it as the song progresses. Regardless, my ass will be shaking the entire time, every time it comes on. 🙂‍↕️

3. MURMUR

Before I even get into the song... HAKU SHOTA, I GOT QUESTIONS! Where'd the 🔫 come from? The multiple shots at That camera angle?? Why must you serve THIS hard?!?! Son, you're grounded.

Anyways, chile 😂 Musician/music nerd popping up again because... It took y'all almost 5 years to drop a song in F#? That's actually crazy to me! Especially since it sounds so good even from this snippet? Wow... the more I'm listening to it, the more I find things to love about it. Every last English lyric is reheating the nachos of « It's Alright », the call-and-response I'm hearing from Theo and Keeho specifically 🫠 Every bit of this is eating DOWN, and I can't wait to feast.

4. FLASHY

Keeho's fine ass in that all-white fit and specs being the main character in this snippet just. makes. sense with a song of this title. IDK. This song is just classic P1H on another level. The guitars, the "woah~"s... I'mma love it. Also, I feel the potential for a trendy moment with this song if we could make it happen... 🤔

I wanna party with these boys just one good time. I bet the director just told them to wild out for 2 minutes, and called "Action!"

5. OVER AND OVER

I promise y'all, this was my ACTUAL reaction to that {anti?} beat drop! 🤩😍

Also, I thought I was personally interrupting JiTak at first, but nah... They were just serving! I loved that subtle nod to how they used to dance their way through all those P-Sides over the years.

6. WORK

I'm not sure why, but I was shook to discover that this was the song that was in the "Hero" video, but it makes sense! This is what I call "cunt-lery" at its finest! 🍽️ Seobbie-son might've done his big one with this track! I'm so proud! 🥹

Yeah, we been knew that Piwon was not going to disappoint... DUH! Here's to another incredible era on the horizon! 🩷

[suavissimapenna]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @andromeda4004 Thanks, friend!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Five at this point!

What's your total ao3 word count?

24,657 (though I'm currently writing a WIP that will probably double this for the Fairy Tale GO Bang).

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens, though technically I cross listed one of my fics to the Queen fandom.

Top five fics by kudos:

I feel like I'm cheating since this is all of them so far, lol.

Say the Word (T, 5k words) The aforementioned Queen fic where Aziraphale helps Brian May with his astrophysics research and Crowley makes a deal with Freddie Mercury.

Like an Angel (T, 1600 words) The classic "heard a Hozier song and wrote this in an hour" fic. A fluffy snippet Aziraphale and Crowley in the Garden ft. tender wing grooming.

Break Up, Break Through (T, 2k words) Post S2 reaction fic. The Bentley has enough of Crowley's moping, which it communicates in song and by kidnapping him back to Soho. Maggie and Nina have to deal with a maudlin demon.

Here I Am (G, 6k words) My first multi chapter fic AND my first AU. This is the first installment in a Church AU series with Priest!Crowley and Aziraphale as the music and liturgy director of the parish. Crowley arrives at the Church of All Angels, Tadfield as the new interim priest. Chaos ensues.

The Fellowship of Christian Minds (T, 10k words) The second installment in the Church AU. Crowley and Aziraphale learn how to work together amid church drama, parishioner gossip, and their own foibles.

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I love getting responses from authors, so I do my best to respond.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Break Up, Break Through is the closest to angsty I've got, though I tried to give it a hopeful vibe. I don't like to leave things on an angsty note, ha!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Say the Word has the happiest, fluffiest ending, with a reference to "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" as "their song."

Do you get hate on fics?

No, not so far! I hope it stays that way tbh.

Do you write smut?

I've been too scared to so far, though I can see myself working up to it in the future.

Craziest crossover:

Does the Queen fic count as a crossover? If so, that's all I've got in that arena. I suppose you could characterize the Church AU as influenced by The Vicar of Dibley in terms of vibes, though it's not an official crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I would love it if someone wanted to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it's just been me so far. I think it would be fun to do at some point!

All time favorite ship?

The Ineffables are apparently my ride or die forever. I can't let them go!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any languishing WIPs because I don't really let myself start things I don't plan to finish, at least so far. I've only been writing fic for about a year now, though, so there's always a possibility.

What are your writing strengths?

I'm really pleased with my references and throwbacks to canon, generally, especially in AUs. I like to think I'm good at dialogue and getting character voices right, though that's so subjective. I know I can hear them saying it in my head when I'm writing, and I hope that translates!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm still figuring out how plot works, and making the transition from more argumentative writing to fiction has been a fun challenge! My beta reader has helped me edit out "thesis statements" from my fics, lol.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm here for it! I'm not verbally fluent in another language, but I have reading knowledge of several dead ones (see my Latin usernames). I love a bit of multilingualism, though I worry that Latin in particular will either come off as pretentious or like I'm summoning a demon on accident.

First fandom you wrote in?

I wrote some for Tamora Pierce's Immortals series back in the FF.net days. I'm such a sucker for a heroine who can both talk to animals and shapeshift into them.

Favorite fic you've written?

Why do I have to choose??? Say the Word will always have a place in my heart as the one that got me into writing for fun again, and for how well my research on it helped it come together! I'm also really enjoying writing the Church AU because it's such a self-indulgent one for me. I do love all the priest smut in the fandom (and there is A LOT of excellent priest smut), but as I was reading it I wanted more of a look into the day-to-day hilarity of church life, so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

No pressure tagging: @noodlefrog-omens @sodiumazideandothertoxins @mirjam-writes and anyone else who wants to answer!