#usually not. writing for the WIP im supposed to but still writing...

[lostxmelody]

I love your ao3 fanfictions they are so nicely writed please never die!! Also i love your art and i love the fandoms youre innn. ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

thank you very much! i'll try not to 🫡

[killerlookz]

wip wednesday... yay!

as 52 minutes remain in the day.... another sneak peak at my vamp! joost fic bc ive decided to work on it instead of studying for my final tomorrow... hehe

warnings: uhhh... rpf, and uh... idk vampire stuff? ... just no blood quite yet. ... and also this is kind of messy but im just writing the bare bones story rn before i go back and ham up the details... mwah

You stare as Joost raises your knuckles to his lips, was it not only a few minutes ago that you had sat down here under the mere presumption you'd keep each other company until the power came back on? How quickly you had let things move, you should pull your hand back, swat him away, not let him get any closer. His lips brush against your fingers before he presses a kiss just above your below. You'd never been kissed before, not by a guy anyways.

Never in your life had you felt yourself so close to succumbing to temptation. The pressure of years worth of repression weighing heavy on you, the cracks in your immaculacy long been formed, you know its only a matter of time before you crumble to pieces.

Though, perhaps this did not really count, Joost's actions seeming chaste enough, in stark contrast with the noises you had usually heard coming from his room at night. A slight smile on your face, no, this seemed to gentle, too sweet, this could not be you giving into temptation.

Yet you can't help but wonder what this all has to do with what Joost had been meaning to show you, what all this has to do with why as your hand rests in his it feels almost as if you're touching a corpse.

Joost's lower lip drags upwards against your fingers, its almost startling the lack of warmth that emanates from him, expecting his breath to be hot on your skin, yet still, he's ice cold. Still holding onto you, Joost twists your hand, forcing your palm open, his lips now against your wrist.

Joost inhales, breathing deeply, chest rising slowly, before he exhales at an equally steady pace,

"You…" He starts, before inhaling again, eyes closing as a smile tugs at his lips, exhale, "Smell delicious."

You furrow your eyebrows, your intrigue in Joost unable to override your unease with the comment, though, you supposed it had just been an odd way of saying he liked your perfume.

"Th…ank you?" Your voice wavers slightly, the tension of the situation mingling with the discomfort Joost had often brought you, the strange mix of emotions paralyzing you. All you can do is watch as Joost presses a soft kiss to your wrist. He can surely feel the way your fingers tremble as he holds them in his own hand, and how the veins in your wrist throb with trepidation.

Joost looks up for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you had never quite seen.

"I'm so sorry…" He starts, he's the one sounding pathetic now, the strained words coming from his throat as if he is begging for forgiveness, and at the two simple words you feel a pit forming in your stomach. As each second passes you grow more anxious about what is to come next, "I'm sorry, I really don't want to scare you…. but you asked me to show… you... asked why and I just don't think I can control myself."

It all feels so very strange, the way he speaks, its cryptic, like he's skirting around something, purposefully misleading you, leaving you out of the loop.

"Wha-ahh!" A high pathetic yelp leaving your throat before you can even ask him what he means. A sharp, piercing sensation enters your wrist. It's agonizing, eyes widening and filling with tears as you look down at Joost, teeth sinking into your skin, you can hardly believe sheer human strength alone was enough to cause all this pain.

If you pull your arm away he'll surely tear a chunk out of your flesh, his jaw clamped down tight, your eyes flick to your wrist, realizing he's broken more than just skin.

[muffinsin]

I'm so happy you responded :D (and that you write platonic fics , I like romance but platonic is something I'll love forever❤️)

If possible can you do maybe how the sisters would react to their mother adopting a human kid??

Like they come injured and orphaned to work at their castle and alcina is like "this is my child now" and whips her away.

I feel like Cassandra would be the most protective out of the 3 and just carry her with her wherever and bela would make sure she's eating and drinking, maybe teach her to read and write . And Daniela would just play with her all day long while reading her favourite stories .

I love all of your fics and Im sorry if this is too long or just not your cup of tea . Absolutely feel free to ignore this . I hope you have a good day 😊💞

Ofc! :) I try to respond to every inbox noti! (Even if stuff occasionally gets lost in the inbox🙇‍♀️), I can’t blame you at all XD I love writing pretty much all types of things, but platonic is such a sweet and pure type of writing🙌 So happy to hear you like my works! :) Have a good day too hon! This was so cute, I had to pull it to the front of my WIP list🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Absolutely, this is adorable! Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

You catch Bela’s eye immediately, from the moment you enter the castle halls

Your heartbeat is far too quick, far too weak for it to be suitable for work

However, she originally assumes you’re an ill maid. Not a child

Her surprise, therefore, is large when she swarms to you to separate you from the group and label you as a reject

Yet, she finds no one on eye level

Not even on cleavage level

She looks down to see you, a child of small size, look up at her with wide, terrified eyes

What? How did you get here?

She crouches down, for once uncaring as she gives up her usually so intimidating posture

Bela finds herself surprised when she sees tears welling in your little eyes, then feels small arms wrap around her

For a moment, she looks like a deer in the headlights

Still, she knows what she must do. And as such she picks you up effortlessly, a not so subtle grimace on her face as you cough nearly into her ear

She brings you to Alcina, who promises to take care of you and the matter of your sudden appearance

Now, when Bela peeled you off her while you were clinging like a koala, she did not expect to find herself as your sister

However, this was exactly what Alcina announced a couple of days later after some careful consideration

Truly, she thought she would take the news worse. Whenever she thought of another sibling, she mentally rolled her eyes

Another one to share Mother’s attention with…

Another to Shepard…

However, Bela feels an instant bond with you. What’s one more younger sibling?

She’s incredibly maternal with you, as she was and still is with her sisters

Bela takes care of you the majority of the day, and you overall spend the most amount of time with her, out of your new sisters

She ensures you eat and is curious to find out what can all sate your appetite

Are you picky? Are you willing to try all out once? Do you like vegetables? Do you prefer meat? Bela is the one to find all of this out first

She has absolutely had to prevent her sisters from feeding you blood in the past, however

She knows enough of humans to know they are not supposed to eat blood, at least

Your eldest sister teaches you to read and write early on, and proves to be surprisingly patient with it

She reads to you and encourages you to try as well, so that in no time you’re capable of reading easy, short stories the two of you have come up with

She has pristine handwriting, and as she teaches you, she ensures at least one of her siblings picks up on this

With Bela, you often pick up fancy words and phrases, which you in time like to repeat to your mama later on, who always praises you for your ever growing vocabulary

Really, Bela is mainly the reason your vocabulary is so vast

However, one thing your sister makes sure of, evidently more than your other sisters, is not to swear in front of you

Aside from your mama, Bela is the one teaching you manners the most

She teaches you early on to use your words to get what you want

With her, you learn the art of subtle things

Such as subtly intimidating people, or, in time, insulting people without having them notice it, even

She teaches you to influence others in order to gain what you want

This, ironically, usually doesn’t work on her

But your mama and Daniela? It works perfectly as an alternative to your puppy eyes

Asides from all these aspects, Bela loves to keep you with her while she works

She often enough pulls you to her lap to cuddle while she fills out paperwork, a warm smile on her face when you show her the drawing you’ve been working on

Your sister and mother share this, it seems

Cassandra

Upon learning she gets a new sibling, she isn’t exactly thrilled

She loves her sisters incredibly much, this is undeniable

But another sibling? She fights for her Mother’s attention so as it is already!

However, upon meeting you properly, you’ve immediately got her wrapped around your little finger the second you walk up to her and give her sickle a curious yank

Immediately, she smirks

Oh, yes, she likes you

Cassandra loves to spend her time with you

Mainly because she knows you’re completely in awe of her, and she loves it

She wants to prove that she can be a role model, too

She’s incredibly protective of you. No one is allowed to get close to you without her there

And even if someone is there, Cassandra makes it perfectly clear that you’re a Dimitrescu and are to be respected as such

So what if your tiny frame and soft cheeks are so damn adorable?

If she catches even a single maid fussing over you, an example is made out of her

Cassandra picks you up whenever she sees you

You’re so tiny to her, and she makes sure to be careful with you. She knows best how fragile humans are

However, not once has she hurt you, even accidentally

Your older sister takes perfect care of you, and you love to spend time with her

Out of all the things Cassandra teaches you, one of them is to stand up for yourself

While Bela teaches you to ask for what you want, your other sister takes a different approach;

She teaches you to take what you want. As her sibling, you’re a Dimitrescu. As such, you are entitled to things

What you aren’t given, you can take

She demonstrates this plenty, and even as you often see her consume blood or even cut the maids and scare them openly, you never find yourself being afraid of her

At first, this catches Cassandra off guard

She was so worried she’d scare you because you’re so young

But being scared of your sister? What a silly thought. Even as she is covered in blood from head to toe, you grin as you urge your little legs to bring you to her and jump up into her arms

Cassandra is the one to teach you how to protect yourself incredibly early on

Because she knows how fragile and weak most humans are, she refuses to let you become such

She play fights with you a lot, and allows you to watch her train

She notices early on that you seem to have taken a liking to watching her train especially

You could giggle and sit in awe for hours as she moves effortlessly

Her hits on the dummy are powerful, and you awe whenever she accidentally slices into it with her sickle

Often, she trains with you, though. Small, easy things. Nothing that could get you injured

You’re taught how to keep your footing and stand your ground even with unsteady, little legs

This in particular comes in handy when your mama attempts to lift you off the floor to put you in the bath, yet you don’t feel like it

Often you pull a concentrated frown as you stick in place as though glued to the floor

Whenever you tell your sister of this, she smirks proudly, which in turn has you feel proud

However, even as Cassandra helps and encourages you with every little thing you want, even she has her limits

You are not to go hunting with her outside of the tiny, secluded area that she knows is safe

Unlike your sisters, you aren’t allowed to venture further into the forest yet

And while you sometimes whine about this, your complains are often shut down when Cassandra agrees to tell you stories of her triumphs

Often you ask her to sit by your side in bed and tell you a bedtime story of how she took down all sorts of prey

Alcina only smiles fondly whenever her middle child adds factors that didn’t quite happen

She never corrects Cassandra, though, and only praises her when you fall asleep midway through her stories

When she does take you hunting, you are to stick close to her side. And you always do. And Cassandra always keeps you safe

There has never been a close call with your older sister right by your side, and so you are often allowed to go with her, a toy bow and a stick for a knife in your hand as you watch her hunt and try to copy her movements

Funnily enough, such moments lead to your success at hunting much, much later in your life

Daniela

She is in a mix of emotions and thoughts when Alcina tells everyone a new sibling is joining the family

On one hand, she doesn’t want to give up her title as the youngest sister. The baby of the family. The one to get away with everything

She’s grown so very comfortable in her role

Even before she meets you, Daniela is jealous. Why must you take this all from her?

Will she still be mama’s favourite? After all, now you will be the baby of the family

She doesn’t feel ready to become a middle child. She’s not ready to be more mature than she wants to be

Instead, Daniela just wants to keep living her fantasy life with no worries whatsoever

Alcina, of course, notices her youngest- no, second youngest’s- distress even before introducing you

She reassures, nothing will change for Daniela, other than having another sibling. She will still be loved just as much, there is no need being jealous and trying to fight for attention

As such, her feelings of jealousy and annoyance are replaced with adoration when she meets you

You’re so tiny! And so- human

She can’t help but hug you immediately. She’s very careful with you, and grins when you smile up at her

Daniela spoils you endlessly

You know to find her when you want candy (even after or just before dinner!) or a special treat

She can’t ever say no to you. You’re just so cute!

She’s your older sister, but she’s also your partner in crime

It starts by teaching you the ways of one of her most powerful weapon; her trusted puppy eyes

She assures you, those will make all of Mama’s resolves fade away

Whether it’s about getting a new toy or attention, extra time before bed or favours, the puppy eyes come in clutch

While yours are excellent already, Daniela helps you perfect them

Additionally, she is always up for playing games

No matter the time, your sister always jumps at the idea of playing

She especially likes to play chase with you, though, and even makes sure to slow down to ensure you’re able to run a little longer, or at least stand a chance at catching her

She also loves to play hide and seek together

The only problem? Both of you are by far too good at hiding, and not quite as good at seeking

Often, you must convince one of your older sisters to join in and seek

Bela has offered to do this multiple times as a way to ensure you and Daniela stay out of trouble while she gets some work done

Daniela loves playing pretend with you, too

She has so many toys, and she’s willing to share them all with you!

Often, you have sword fights with sticks or race the castle to find the hidden treasure hidden by one of your other sisters

Daniela is incredibly close to you, as are you to her

She loves to cuddle with you, and uses any excuse to be able to do so. You’re so tiny and warm, just like a teddy bear

Often, the two of you curl up in a corner in the library

With snacks, drinks and blankets surrounding you, you love to lean against her as she reads fairytales to you

While Bela also enjoys to read, you fine Daniela’s reading by far more entertaining, though. Mainly for the fact that she brings the characters in the stories to life

She loves to giggle along with you as you read, and often encourages you to try reading a small passage yourself

When you do, she always praises you and makes it a point to tell Alcina how your reading’s improving

You know, as with Bela and Cassandra, you can always count on Daniela

[thhouseofblack]

will there be anymore odydio focused fanfics that include LOTS of fluff and some spice💔

also i’m mad excited to see the crack teledio fanfic😭 it crosses my mind everyday

the age gap couple goes crazy😭 like i hc that ody is 10 years older than dio and dio is i think prob over 10 years older than telemachus so that goes craycray

i think about it everyday how that shit will go down😭 like does dio still love odysseus but then somehow fell in love with telemachus? and feels guilty about it? and also sees so much of odysseus in telemachus and that’s why dio loves him? and how tf does telemachus process and receive allat🥀 and omg ody’s reaction to their situationship?! this is gonna be such a crack fanfiction and i’m so down for it

but seriously my heart is aching for more odydio focused fics with LOTS of fluff and a little bit of spice

sugar, spice, and everything nice😼 (smths wrong with me man)

(I DONT WANNA SOUND LIKE IM PRESSURING YOU HARDWORKING QUEEN💔)

(THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO TURN INTO ANOTHER RAMBLE IDK HOW THIS HAPPENED BRO IM SORRYYYYY😞)

I LOVE YOUR RAMBLES AND YOU'RE NOT PRESSUING ME TRUST DW DW

i will have more odydio fics! I at the moment have 13 wips in my drafts rn - and it's like a mix of so many things, but there is odydio there - i just need to get about to finishing it. my odydio fics are usually angsty so fluff hmmm i'll think about it 😭

THE TELEDIO FIC AAH ITS AT 5K RN but I need to write more to finish it, they are most definitely an age gap couple - 21 years roughly. it's wild. but i think it'll take me a bit to come back to them because i've been writing them in a paternal dynamic recently, it's going to take me a bit to shuffle back to that. THAT SAID I WILL COME BACK TO TELEDIO ITS SO CRACKY

You've got the basic gist of teledio down tbh - it's the whole diomedes loves odysseus but he's fallen in love with telemachus and is in denial about it except telemachus is like nuh-uh and actively pushing. it is also angsty - i'm sorry i live for the angst 😭😭

[twimshi]

Macha and Mango (Sugawara x reader)

A/N wrote this WIP suga x reader, im not that well-versed in romance but!! i couldnt help but write this for my KING KOUSHI (also bc i had an ephipany when i got married to him in tomodachi life on my 3ds. PLZ LEAVE UR COMMENTS, I LITRALLY LIVE OF IT SO PLZ DEW NAWT BE SHY. (tell me what you think/want to see in the future, bc this fic touches on a few things but im still not too sure on the actual direction)

Music i recc reading this too: Pier 4 (clairo) Steam (shellly) Still love you (The tulips) or any intrumental of something sweet really sets the mood.

SUMMARY: YN is gracefully (forcefully) kicked out of her house to get some fresh air because she's been a bum at home. After a while, she meets a particularly pretty girl who seems stuck on a tree.

Mornings are always better after she’s used the toilet, the troubles of yesterday flushed away quite literally.

On summer breaks she’d usually stay at home watching cartoons that she couldnt catch up with during the school week, but unfortunately, YN’s nocturnal routine was RUDELY interrupted by her nagging mother. Something about making new friends and creating meaningful youthful memories.

PAH! She was perfectly capable of making memories on her couch, like right now. She hanged upside down on her couch to scoop ice cream in her mouth, she’s sure no one was as skilled as upside down icecream eating as her!

But with her skin becoming stickier from sweat, and her mothers adamant nagging, she had no choice to go out of her safe heaven (totally after not getting kicked out from her house, totally not)

The sun is way too bright for YN’s liking, could it like, dim down… Why did humans even have to be awake during the day? Night was way more fun, all the shows were around the time of her ‘bedtime’ and no one would ask a meek twelve-year-old girl to walk out for ‘fresh air’

This sucks balls, seriously.

She angrily plopped herself on a grass patch that seemed relatively free from ants.

With her leaning on the tree, she idly watches a group of kids her age play some sport, tag?

She wonders if she should engage for a moment, she was definitely tag material with how fast she runs (That time her mom called her to join her for icecream for breakfast was one of the rare times she participated in her mom’s weekly morning jogs) 

While she entertained the idea of new friends, she couldnt be bothered, running like way too much effort.

That was totally not the fact that she was worried about intruding.

It does make her wonder, if she just walk in and be a part of those kids running, to be a part of something bigger than herself.

Maybe like that girl who was running after the boy to pass him some water before he goes back to playing soccer.

It would feel pretty special would it not?

YN lets herself lean back on the tree, maybe if she had something special or do something special then maybe— just maybe, she’d have something to be proud of.

She checks the time on her Tamagotchi watch.

How can it only be five minutes since I left home?!

There was no way her mom was gonna let her in the house yet. Maybe she could report her to the police for child negligence…

No! Evil thoughts begon! But the idea was slightly entertaining—

Why was this tree sniffling?

YN sticks her head near on the tree. Strange, the sounds are gone. She covers her one side of her ear to get a better listen.

I must be the chosen one.

If going out and being a loner meant she could be chosen by Mother Nature, she would have left her room a long time ago.

She looks up to the sky to thank the gods, to only see a strange thing on one of the branches.

A grey-haired girl? Did the gods send me a servant...

“Hey, you there!” A meek voice shouts out. She pried her face slowly away from the branch she was hiding, revealing her tear-stained and snotty face.

Woah she’s pretty 

“Help me down from here!”

Uhm rude, no hi?

“Excuse me, is this how you’re supposed to talk to your master, why should I be assisting you?”

“What nonsense are you yapping about? Help me down, now!” The pretty girl wailed as the other stands below her with her hands on her hips.

“I’ll help you down, when you stop being such a wuss”

The pretty girl looks at YN like she’s crazy “You don't get it, there was t-the bug! It was so ugly and scary!”

“Who are you to insult the creations of mother nature!” YN stares up the the sky once more.

If this is who you send to be my assistant, just so you know, she is literally a bug hater, how can anyone hate nature. Speaking of which, my leg feels kinda itchy—

Just as she’s about to walk away to ask someone for help, a big, disgusting, scary looking bug starts crawling on her sandals.

It takes a moment for her to register this life-or-death situation before she is letting out the most blood curdling scream.

Somehow YN, who is known for being a lazy pig, managed to climb her way up the tree.

So lets get this straight, the girl just climbled ontop of a tree, and her sandals are no where to be found.

YN looks over to her side to see the person she’s been clutching on the whole time, the pretty girl.

Well, this couldn't be so bad…..Why was she shimmying her hands away? 

“Uhm…hey your slipping away”

“Hmmph!”

With her hand still clutched to the girl she couldnt help but find somewhat peace in the oddity of the situation before the pretty girl shurgs off her clutched hands, her lifeline was letting her slip away.

“Hey! Why’d you let my arm go!”

“You were totally gonna leave me here!”

“Was not!”

“You were gonna walk away!”

“Because I can't reach to the tree and help, duh”

“Oh….”

A small moment of silence later, YN tried to grab hold of the ridiculously soft hands of said pretty girls hands for it to be shugged away once more “Hey what gives!”

“You called me a wuss….”

Darn my honest and truthful mouth! Not my fault that I cant tell a lie!

“I— Well uh….Sorry” YN hears the other girl whisper something under her breath “What was that?”

“...Say that your a wuss”

“What?! Why would I admit to a lie?”

“You got scarred of the bug too, say your a wuss!”

Even if he had a point, YN refused to back down “Not gonna”

“Fine then” The pretty girl ‘Hmphs’ for a final time, before places her hands to side of the branch, almost like she was setting a bait for a rat. How pretty did this skank think she was, sure she her grey hair was pretty unique but who cares? Not her—

Darn it i’m no better than a rat with swiss cheese.

“I’m…”

Was this worth it? To throw away her dignity just to hold a pretty girls hand on a tree?

“A wuss” YN groans into the palms of her hands, defeat was the worse.

Suddenly the strong summer winds blow against the tree causing it to shake violently, YN and the pretty girl let out a scarred shriek.

Once the winds calm down, YN feels the blocks of frustration building up in her chest.

This was so stupid, all she wanted to do was go home, chill, but noooo mom wanted her to go out for some fresh air. STUPID FRESH AIR—

YN feels like her arms suddenly feel colder than usual, stickier, and burning? She was somehow freezing and also wamn?

She let herself peek through her messy overgrowned bangs that her mom carelessly cut.

It was the pretty girl, holding her arm securely in her own.

Was holding hands always this electrifying?

Woah, was this the fresh air mom talked about?

She was like a prince.

But a million times better.

“Woah, that was pretty scary you okay—”

“Be my wife!”

“W-what?”

“I declare us as married! What say you?”

“I’m a little lost—”

“Great we’re married!”

“I don't think thats how marriage works” Pretty girl grips on her hand a little tighther “My name's kou—”

“But i’m not—  Eh, why not” Pretty girl repositions both their hands so they can sit comfortably on the branch. "Don't people become friends first before marriage?"

“Friendship is for loser lamo wannabes that breakoff anytime. Marriage is a lifelong thing. How else are we going to be together forever?”

“Are you kids stuck up there!” 

A lucky adult who was walking his dog somehow managed to notice the two kids on the tree and got them down safely.

Though it was kinda hard to get them both down, not because the tree was too tall— but because they kept holding each other, too caught up in whatever weird thing they had going on.

Pretty girls dad came rushing to his daughter after a while, seemingly searching for her for quite some time (close to calling the police also).

Pretty girls dad offered to call YN’s mother who was also close to calling the cops for her missing child, but why would she? It’s only been ten minutes since she’s left the house—

Oh the sun is setting, how long have i been out for?

Unknown to herself, YN has actually been out for a record breaking three hours.

Woah, three hours on a tree. She's sure the last time she'd been out of the house that long was probably her birth (she dosent count grocery shopping)

Pretty girl smiled sheepishly as the two worried parentsexchanged worried woes about their two kids as the two kids continue their shy looks at each other, hands still interlocked with each other.

“So, I guess i’ll get going now. Dad said my mom made my favourite today, spicy mapo tofu….”

Pretty girl is still talking, she wants to listen to her, but YN feels something unfunny bubbling in her.

Balls i’m going to cry.

She doesn't know why the idea of just letting go of her hands hurts so much, stupid emo ass emotions.

YN can’t help herself to stare into their interlocked hands, taking mental pictures of the tiny moles on her hand as if it’ll be the last time she sees it (Even if it is) 

YN mindless breakdown is cut short when she feels her hand being whisked away into the sweaty-coldish palms in her own, forcing her to look up.

“Why do you look so sad?” She can’t take her eyes off pretty girl’s own, it was like she was holding her hostage.

Starring into her eyes, it felt like she was incapable to lie to her captor “Because your going to let go of my hand…” and me.

It felt like the end of the world for this seven year old.

But pretty girl didnt seem phased one bit, maybe she didn't feel the same impending doom YN felt.

“Thats true, but I don't think i’ll ever really let go in a sense right?”

“Your talking a bunch of baloney” YN can’t help feel hopeless, her kou-chan was going to go away and she wasnt as sad as her, it must mean she didnt care—

Just like that, she interlocks her pinky on YN’s ring finger “I’m your wife after all”

Oh.

My tummy feels funny.

YN stands there, she’s been slain by the prettiest girl and what makes things worse is that she’s not even mad. It was like an all consuming fire that danced around her, its multicoloured flames cutting through her skin like a saturday afternoon that she wished never ended.

Even when the two girls parted in opposite ways, pretty girl looked back once to give a wave goodbye, YN couldnt help to look back another time.

“I didn't catch their names, sorry sweety, we could run back over to them. I don't think they're that far—”

YN shakes her head “Nah its okay mom, we’ll find each other for sure!”

“Without a cellphone? Not likely. How are you so sure hon? You're not even sure of what hobby you like half of the time...”

YN stares at her ring finger, a silent, yet loud promise echoing in her head.

 “I’m your wife after all”

“Mom, i think i might need to use bathroom my tummy feels funny again”

“We’re almost home sweety— oh! YN HONEY HOLD IT IN UHM…Sir! Sorry my kid’s gonna crap themselves, could we use you restroom? Don't worry sweety, i’ll carry you there!”

Fortunately YN made it to the toilet in time, but one thing is for sure.

Regardless if it was the war she was about to face on the toilet bowl, that special feeling pretty girl gave her, it will be one she’d never forget.

Kou-chan— whatever her name was, would find her again. Maybe they'd forget each other, it didnt matter. She'd reconigse the burn, the magnetic spell the pretty girl somehow casted on YN at Miyagi park anytime.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

For your newest make me write. Im in a huge complete supernatural/fantasy like AU mood here recently so my requests are going to be towards that this week. Also both of them are supposed to be 15 emojis apiece so can we pretend they are if they are not? (Kinda sorry about all the zombies…but feel free to sub everything to vampires or another WIP if you want)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(Im so ready for the Maddie/Buck reunion and ensuing shenanigans. I think by the time you get to to this that the new chapter *may* be out that goes over that. But im also enjoying other aspects of the story as well. I very rarely read bathena start fics so their relationship developing is exciting for me to see as well).

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 🩸(Spoilery for those not caught up BUT OMG BUCK WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! I was not ready for that!)

Woohoo 90 total sentences for monster fics!

45 for 🧟 (THANK YOU!!!):

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 “Just… Be careful.”

Chim thinks he probably should listen to her. But he also knows he likely won’t. 

▪️▪️▪️

If anything, Chim gets worse. And that might be problematic if his feelings were one-sided, but after dinner, it becomes more or less obvious that they are not.

They do dishes together. A chore Chim usually finds tiresome, but now is somehow fun. Christopher and Denny have already begged Maddie, Hen, and Karen to have a sleepover together. Something Chim finds somewhat redundant, seeing as every day forever is a sleepover here. But Chris wants to sleep in Denny’s room. 

“Please,” Karen had insisted when Maddie had asked if they were sure it was okay. “He finally gets to have friends his own age. Chris can have as many sleepovers as he wants.”

So Maddie is off kid duty tonight. 

“Other than movie night,” she asks as they’re finishing up with dishes. “What is there to do around here in the evenings?”

“You got something against movie night?” Chim teases.

“No!” Maddie insists. “Just exploring my options.”

“Well, there are games,” Chim says. But then he has another thought. “Or the roof.”

“The roof?” Maddie asks. 

“Yeah. We’ve got chairs up there. We can steal your brother’s stereo. It’s great for looking at the stars. Now that the light pollution is gone.” 

Chim wonders if this is too weird. Too forward. Too intimate. Too much like a date, if the world was normal enough to afford dates. Actually, scratch that. He knows Hen has set up a date for Karen up there, under the stars. On their wedding anniversary. God, what is he doing?

“That sounds really nice,” Maddie says. “Would you… Would you want to do that with me?”

God, obviously.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

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45 for 🩸 (Buck's gonna Buck!)

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“Neither am I,” Eddie says. “Okay?”

Buck nods, still a little weepy. 

“Okay.”

💧💧💧

As tired as he is, Buck can’t really sleep for very long periods. A wound to his front and a wound to his back means nothing is comfortable. Eddie helps set him up on an assortment of pillows to prop him in just the right position, but it’s still a more or less futile effort. He manages to get a little bit of rest when his pain medication sets in, but otherwise, he’s awake and uncomfortable. 

Brought down to reality by his conversation, Buck really gets a chance to think through what he’d nearly done. Not the killing part - which he’d been more focused on before - but the dying part. And the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about just how right Eddie was. He doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t want their life together to be over just as it finally started.

He really let that compulsive need to fix everything almost get him killed. Maddie was right. He needs to deal with this properly. This pit of dread that lives in his chest that says he is going to lose everything horribly. That says life will never be safe again. He needs to address that head on, and not by trying to be one step ahead of every possible danger. He needs to go back to therapy. He will, he decides. The minute he’s physically up to it.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says again, later that night, when everyone is sleeping and Buck is laying awake beside Eddie. He knows he’s probably going to be saying it for a long time. 

Eddie blinks awake. “Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” Buck repeats. 

“For waking me up?” 

“No, for everything.”

Eddie sighs. “I forgive you. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“But I’m still sorry.” 

“Buck,” Eddie complains. “Don’t do this. This doesn’t help. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m going to go to therapy,” Buck says. 

“That’s a good idea,” Eddie says. “We could both use therapy. Do you think there are vampire therapists?”

“If there’s not, there should be,” Buck replies. “They’d have the corner on the market right now.”

“Exactly,” Eddie says. “And surely some shrink out there got bit?”

[clockworkcheetah]

wip snippet game!

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

tagged by @urlocallesbiab with the word SHARK 🦈💖

and i tag: @lovedbz1, @hearteyespierce, @fruchtfliege, @bripops and anyone with a WIP who would like to! no pressure!

your word is GEARS

now onto the snippets- not just dghda! theres deathmark and submas too for the hadful of people who follow for that haha (under the cut):

S

She didn't appreciate Todd- wouldn't even look at him during those times, and she doesn't know if he was ever looking at her. It's almost embarrassing to admit it was more than a one-time encounter. And each time was a practical we-are-just-lonely-and-need-relief kind of deal. That's all. She almost missed the chance to ever enjoy it. But, here they are, enjoying it.

from the dirk/todd/farah smut fic. brain decided it had to write it

H

Happy tears prick your eyes, as you them to fuck off downstairs before Todd wakes up. They give you a fond, returning eye-roll, as they trudge out of the apartment. Now it's just you and him. The start of a sunrise tries to peak through the overcast sky. Everything is different. Less than a day ago, you'd say for the worst. That confession- that betrayal- hurt more than any pararibulitis attack ever could. You stare at him, the shadow of someone almost familiar. In the morning sun, he's sickly; skin sallow and sad. Black eye. Deserved. It's strange. You're angry. That's not the strange part- you can't imagine ever not being angry- but you don't know… Farah's explanation of what happened, and her frets over him, dance in your brain like flies. He saved Lydia Spring won't stop repeating. The same flush of frustration is still lodged inside and you can't get the damn feeling to fucking move. This is the kind of shit everyone would say you need to go to therapy for. Ugh.

from the amanda fic. its supposed to be dark!amanda but its feeling more just very indepth character study rn haha 😅 its taking forever but i am enjoying this wip

A

Abrasive. Rude, snarky, unpleasant. Difficult. Those are the usual ways Mashita gets described. By the clients, by the majority of the other Bearers. Hell, the spirits probably would if they could. (Well, the Departed made it abundantly clear…) And, even Yashiki himself is inclined to agree, as he too has been on the receiving end of Mashita's irritability. Everyone has; it makes him no more different in those regards.

from a kinda old death mark fic. i do wanna finish cause the fandoms somewhat niche and im itching for specific type of yashita fic so might as well write it myself

R

"Right." He says.   Theoretically, he should probably say he- presumably- saw the same bizarre thing that Dirk did, but it's Dirk, so he won't. Dirk would probably start spewing that they're fated or some shit. Whatever thread Dirk thinks they have, entwining them together, Todd has scissors.   And if he can't use scissors, he has teeth. 

timeloop fic! ive definitely shared this snippet before but apparently i dont start my sentences with the letter R too often 😅

K

Knowing this now, a flush of guilt runs through him. Ingo settles down next to him. "I forgive you." There's nothing to really forgive, but it's easier. Emmet won't accept anything else. Emmet shifts, making more room. "I'm not lying. I know what I saw. What I'm seeing."  That's true. Emmet isn't a liar. His blunt honesty is becoming less charming with each passing year for people- just like Ingo's constant 'rude frown'. But it's not coming from a malicious place- Ingo has certainly never took issue. Ingo just doesn't understand why. Why this? He doesn't want to doubt his brother. Never will, not really. Emmet's not really a prankster-type, despite the mischievous perma-smile plastered on his face. And he especially wouldn't lie to their own mother, or Uncle Drayden. Maybe he would tease Ingo- with Ingo teasing right back- but this seems very... not Emmet. Not his style in the slightest. He's serious, straight-laced. Serious is his fun. This... this doesn't appear to be very fun for him.

aaaand immortal!ingo fic that im hoping to finish soonish (probably after i get the amanda fic done)

[arach-tinilith]

I really enjoyed the ones you sent me so I'm going to toss 'em back at you! 5, 7, 20 please! I love learning about Naadja but if you're dying to talk about your other OCs, go for it! Thank you!

Aaa these questions would be fun for Naadja so i might answer them in a separate post but! I decided to answer for Ravana because I'm writing a wip of her and orin pre-tadpole and i need to flesh her out

Also i now realize these are tav questions and im answering for my durge lol. Oh well!

5. Describe their idle animations!

Ravana is pretty twitchy and shifty when idle. She'd most likely be standing cross armed, scanning the environment for threats, rubbing the bridge of her nose from migraines, and training.

7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one?

She's my canon durge so the usual milestones are still there.

She starts off disoriented and fearful, trying to establish herself while battling a lack of personhood. She kills Alfira but completely denies it. She's more concerned that these violent acts can be done without her being conscious than the morality of the situation.

Once the grove comes around, she doesn't have much sense as to what's right or wrong but she's following her gut instincts. Killing feels good, she's not sure why but it does.

Last Light is really where things become a problem for her. Ravana's been tasked to kill Isobel, someone who reeks of death. It's almost insulting to her that Isobel is up and walking. (same as Orin finding it to be a sort of sacrilege that Ravana is alive as a rejection of death in my mind) but for some unknown reason she reallyyy does not want to kill Isobel. This puts her in an odd position because she's not really one to deny herself this kind of satisfaction but it almost hurts her to raise a blade to Isobel. She spends so long deliberating what she's supposed to do she starts regaining memories of Orin that are so painful she gives herself a concussion.

The player can intervene here. Either you offer to tie her up, or she goes to kill Isobel alone. If you let her go down that path alone, it locks her into an embrace durge. If you restrain her, she is more likely to resist.

Its not until later after defeating Ketheric that Ravana feels like she's picking up on why she was supposed to kill Isobel, that she feels used in some way to “get back” at Ketheric for something larger than she can comprehend.

Then of course there's the trial with Sarevok which leads to Orin. More and more dots are connecting here, Ravana is regaining more memories of who Orin was to her. It disgusts her, enrages her. But she's secretly very sullen by this betrayal. You as the player can have her acknowledge that Orin's death was premeditated by Bhaal and she's a mirror of Ravana's fate. If you pass that persuasion check she'll resist. If you let her go on being enraged she embraces the dark urge.

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

It sets her skin on edge to be touched in any way post-tadpole. Ravana doesn't tolerate it in the slightest and will draw her blades at the slightest contact. Pre-tadpole honestly wasn't very different but she was much more amenable to giving and receiving pain as well as pleasure. This is something she returns to if she embraces the dark urge

[kenta-torture]

We need another kenta torture

hello tumblr user kyskenta ^_^ im actually a big fan of your kenta arts btw

im inferring this ask to be abt like. rambles or whatever i do BUT if you were to mean that there should be another account of the same basis as me (which is. to torture kenta mikoshiba from hit franchise paradox live). that would be correct. someone could match my freak.

this account is named this bcs i do actually plan to torture him. like usually i draw gore of my comfort characters but i have a bazillion wips about kenta as of now. and its much harder to write abstract kenta torture because often times writing doesnt have the same privilege of nonsense that visual art can have. imo at least.

anyways todays topic since im out of ideas and need to be weirder actually is torture. progressing from least insane (?) to. more. but thats also subjective so i suppose making it into a list is pointless! brief death mention but its a fake out and not really described + brazen bull is the only 'physical' one.

starting off with one of my favorites! chinese water torture. its also like the least physically harmful ones iirc? tldr chain a guy up and drop water onto their head for hours to days. i also think it would absolutely FUCK kenta up because whats fun (and by fun. i mean from an outsider perspective) is how painfully boring it is. i like to think that kenta runs off of mostly constant stimulations like quick fps matches and speedy raps blah blah blah. and being stuck in place with water dripping onto at various speeds is both too slow and too much. like too much anticipation and way too much when it drips onto you.

drip drip drip! i also just like water. i think another part that would probably tear at him is how irregular the droplets is. a big part of it is that you can never expect when the water hits, the anticipation and dread of waiting is a lot to handle and i believe kenta is the type to like patterns. but maybe thats me projecting. its also just fun to think about him in some decrepit ass basement getting soggy.

mock execution is on the list! to be real with you, im just on the wiki for torture methods and scrolling down to see what is interesting. this is just where you make someone think theyre going to die and then dont. im not sure if kenta has a fear of death because on one hand he is young and has a lot to live for. and a lot that hes never done* but on the other he seems to acknowledge his immanent obsoletion (i thought that was a word? i guess not) (this is abt the line where hes like 'ill keep on rapping until i become a brainless gorilla too fargone to help or whatever. which i know is like sarcastic but i enjoy that a lot.)

anyways. i like the idea of shooting an unloaded gun near him with the implication thats its for him. im also just a big fan of firearms anyways but still. i dont think hes scared of loud noises or anything but the idea of taking him out by firing squad is funny. i think realistically his death penalty would be medical or whatever but also electric chair to match the little thunder bolt on his hair. he also wasnt like arrested though and is still a prodigy so no death penalty for him it seems.

seclusion! which is actually less tormenting it seems than what ive put before so i guess this is silly BUT! im a liar and a fraud and will be sent to the depths of the ocean i know i know. back to seclusion which i guess is the umbrella term for like rubber room stuff. same with the water torture, i think being bored would drive him insane that he would consider doing things that would warrant a straitjacket. from my rather shallow research it seems that less insane versions of rubber rooms are used for special education purposes which is! i will not comment further.

also if you look at the wikipedia for seclusion it shows this banger ass room with the shit rubber (?) and foam blocks and stuff. i want to be there.

dipping into physical torture for a brief moment. tbh i dont find it as interesting because i get phantom chills so this is only brazen bull talk. which is when you put a guy into a hollow bull made of bronze and cook him. and they roast em to death + the screaming is supposed to be heard from the outside to sound like 'bellows' and steam comes out the nose like with those cartoon bulls? im not as into the burning part because it is just. more comedic than anything to me to think about but for kenta? im not into causing him actual pain in my head i just like discomfort and unease.

anyways. a brazen bull is kinda womb if you think about it. right. but i think if he were in a scenario where they put him into a bronze bull hed freak the fuck out. hes the type to skim wikipedia when hes bored, he knows what this is and whats to come and he dreads it. i think hed get claustraphobic, its much smaller than a prison cell, even his own, and hed hate it. i think i actually have a drawing of him on the back of some school work in a brazen bull but whatever.

last on the list is touching grass! though i think he did that when he had to go pick up trash. sigh

in all honesty ive been kenta locked out recently. the past week has been spent whittling at au ideas (prsm->dtpl) and a paradox live milgram au<- which has been hard to think about because half the cast of milgram are girls and the crimes dont translate as well for like 002 and 006. im also very particular about this au so dongha and hajun will be sharing muu's spot (I love love muu rn btw) and the twins are placed as 009. obviously. aoi as mahiru? does that work?

[skyfallscotland]

Hello !! for the writers ask game (im sorry there's so many but I love reading ppl's thoughts):

⛔ 🧐 🤗 🎉 💥(i ask this one bc i have OPINIONS !!!)

usually, criticism in fanfiction is very much uncalled for. i write as well and the only time I've received any kind of criticism was bc the person didn't like my storyline which ??? okay, you don't have to read it. i just feel like criticizing a book and a fic are different things. and usually people end up being rude to fanfic authors when the problem is that they didn't read the tags (which was exactly what happened in my case). ofc grammatical errors I don't mind people calling me out but other types of criticism just feels very ... entitled I suppose?? idk I'm sorry for the rambling, idk know if this made sense, tell me what u think about it

Hiiii, that's ok!

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

Oh now you've done it. This feels as though it needs its own post, so you'll have to hold tight.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I started a scribe-Violet fic and scrapped it, everything else I've started for my current fandoms is an active WIP still.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Yes! I hate getting things (badly) wrong, so I try and research everything as best I can, like the medical procedures in Remi's Version. One of my WIPs is set in New York City and I know nothing, so it's been rough. Luckily a few of you guys are residents and have been super helpful! 🙏

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write what speaks to you, seriously. If you write what you think will be popular or write for other people, it's so much harder. Write for yourself and if other people like it, that's just a bonus 💗

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Usually, it's when people either a) want to talk to me about it, or tell me their little theories or the things they liked, or b) when someone tells me it touched them, or meant a lot to them on an emotional level. For me, that's the point of it all, right? Enjoyment for myself, but also the sense of community from like-minded people coming together.

[stargatebarbie]

✍ for divorce and 😡 for sinkhole!

happy wip wednesday!

okay guess im starting the divorce fic today akfjhlkdafj. thanks for this honestly bc I have been throwing dot points and vibes at the wall for this one for ages and wasn't able to get a single word of actual fic down until now and I'm not supposed to be bitching about this one I'm bitching about the other one oops. I kind of got distracted and wrote over 400 words for this which hell yeah but then I forgot to answer your ask sorry 😶 in compensation, have my last couple paragraphs

John waved his hand over the panel outside the transporter, opening the door on… two McKays. Huh. Before he’d even had time to develop any inappropriate fantasies, one of them was sneering at him, a look of genuine contempt on his face. It was an expression John was familiar with, but one he wasn’t usually on the receiving end of. It stung, and not a small amount if he was being honest. “Oh, and you’re here too. Brilliant.”

and now i get to bitch! i am trying to wrap up the sinkhole fic but 1) I hate finishing things and 2) I hate coming up with titles. every time I try and write the last few hundred words I remember that I still don't have a real title and I can't post it as "the sinkhole fic" bc that just does not have the correct vibes and it's pissing me off. I'm thinking 36 Questions to Fall (in a Hole) but idk everything i try sounds gross somehow? titling is my least favourite part of writing by far. I've been procrastinating by drawing caves instead lmao

[anawrites3]

A wip of the Jaden story im writing because im thinking about it now - I started it like two months ago and then got busy with life and comms and now Im still busy with life and doing my best to find some time to write anything lmao

The night was quiet and relatively calm - at least for Gotham standarts - because except for a few stopped muggings and one attempted robbery there was nothing happening. It was always nice to have an easy patrol, when all rogues and thugs decided to take a break for once, and Dick enjoyed just flying through the city. It was a while since they had such a peaceful night, a while since Dick had time to take a solid breath and actually step back and have a break. So of course something had to happen. Dick was just swinging around one of the taller buildings, looking out for anyone that might need his help when his comm cracked up to life. "Uh, guys-" Jason's voice sounded. "We have a bit of a situation here." "What is it?" Dick asked at the same time as Batman called out, "What's your location?" "No immediate danger." Jason said and Dick could almost hear the eyeroll in his voice, even through the modulated helmet. "No danger at all, actually. I've got a kid here, saying I need to help him find his parents." Dick frowned. It wasn't something Jason would report to them - the Red Hood was actually the one that helped out kids the most and it's not like Jay would need any help with a task like that. Which meant it was something bigger, something more serious and Dick didn't think twice before heading towards the part of the city Jason was supposed to patrol that night. "That's it?" Damian spoke up, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "That's the situation? I thought you more capable-" "He ran up to me and called me 'uncle Jay'." Damian's mouth snapped close with a click. "Oh." "Yeah." Jason sighed. "I'm taking him to the Manor. We need to figure out where he came from 'cause I've got the feeling he's not from around here." "You think he's from another dimension." Tim said, more statement than a question. "Or a time travel. Told me he remembers some kind of beam or ray flying towards him before he found himself on the streets." Dick's heart clenched at the thought. If the kid got in the way of some magic beam or whatever it was, it meant he probably found himself in the middle of some rogue's scheme. Even if he was living in Gotham it had to be so scary for a little kid, first to get attacked and then to find himself in an unknown place. Good thing Jason was there. Who knows how long the boy was walking around, looking for someone to help him. "Is he alright?" He found himself asking. Maybe it was because his heat was coming up but for some reason the thought of the pup hurt made him uneasy more than usual. "Just some scratches on a cheek. He'll be fine." Jason assured and something immediately loosened in Dick's chest. "It's nothing! I've had way worse last summer when I fell of the tree and sprained my ankle." A voice sounded weakly through the comm - Jason probably had the kid propped on his hip. "Dad got sooo angry! But the worst part was that I couldn't practice my flips anymore! I had to stay in bed a lot which was kinda fun but I couldn't run and-" "Woah woah, kiddo, slow down." Jason interupted him, amused. "Take a breath."

[rollercoasterwords]

I've heard of ppl complaining about ur writing speed and posting schedule but it's honestly ridiculous. like you actually write insanely fast. it is incredible that you have managed to write over 150,000 words (in very high quality writing might I add 🫶) in like 10 months !!

thank u lol honestly i feel like i’ve had relatively little bs 2 deal w compared 2 the flack i’ve seen some other fic writers get etc but i have def like. had conversations w some other fic writers abt how strange it feels 2 get people immediately commenting on chs like “when will the next ch be out?” or sending messages etc asking abt posting schedules…idk i have conflicted feelings bc on the one hand im like well maybe i just did this 2 myself by having unusually fast & consistent posting schedules at various points w past fics but on the other hand i do try 2 make it v clear when like. my posting is gonna slow down…& also i v much do not think it should be considered standard 4 people 2 be updating wips weekly or monthly etc like when i was writing a fic 4 a different fandom before i joined this one i took like a four month break in the middle of posting w no warning & no one complained abt it lol.

& it’s also like. i do understand that none of those comments/messages etc r ill intended & usually people will tack on a little ‘no pressure!’ but unfortunately i am going 2 pressure myself regardless…which i have had 2 actively work on bc i was like. i cannot keep stressing myself out over arbitrary deadlines i set for something that’s supposed 2 be a hobby!! so i might just be extra sensitive abt it now & if one of those messages catches me on a day where im stressed abt other stuff etc (frequent occurrence recently lol) then like. no matter how nicely it’s phrased it still doesn’t feel nice. & i understand wanting 2 know but i also don’t think u should read a wip unless ur actually prepared 2 a) deal w the story however it goes [separate complaint that i’ve been discussing w my fic writing friends lmao] and b) wait however long it takes 4 chs w no expectations abt regularly-scheduled posting. so!

anyway not sure 2 what extent this is like a new phenomenon or expectations have actually changed…one friend who’s been like. writing fic way longer than i have told me they do feel like there’s been a sort of shift across various fandoms w this new expectation that fic writers r posting regularly quickly & consistently. like maybe bc fic has become more ‘mainstream’ etc there are an influx of people who r bringing in new standards that sort of echo what they’d expect 4 other forms of media but like. when u take a step back & think abt it it’s a little wild 2 want or expect some random guy 2 be providing u w weekly entertainment for free…have seen a few people being like “ugh we need a new big wip that everyone’s reading & talking abt” & im like. oh so u want someone 2 kill themself lmao like everyone i know who’s had their fic treated like the fandom’s ~tv show~ that they tune in for every week has had a horrible horrible time lol

[altruistic-meme]

oh you KNOW i gotta ask 10

and also 11 cause maybe talking about it would help

you are one cruel, cruel fiend, milo. why would you do this to me.

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

alexa play "oh my dear lord" by the unlikely candidates

okay. okay. so in the interest of trying to limit what we consider ACTIVELY working on, i'm going to exclude fics that i'm not really sure if i'll ever finish and fics that i haven't actually STARTED writing, but i'm still going to include fics i know i'm going to return to even if i haven't touched them in a while. so let's check the WIP list...

3 for All for the Game (why is there) joy in this poison, Figurative Ghosts, go low

2 for Young Royals Dare(d) To Do It, Not Supposed to Know*

1 for Captive Prince laurent stabs damen

9 for Bungo Stray Dogs blackhole time fuckery, will you be mine? (no sir), The Port Mafia Boss's Most Loyal Dog, me-ow, dazai's job, abo au, outsider POV of corruption, who tf is slug????, not really a college au,

so that is... 15 TOTAL, most of which are currently bsd fics bc i have been bouncing between all of the WIPs there with incredible frequency cus my brain refuses to just STAY PUT ON ONE.

*techinically i haven't actually written anything for NSTK, but because it is one half of the Parallels AU and i have written for Dare(d), which is its partner fic, i'm still counting that as having worked on it. especially since they're 2 POVs of the same story, which means some of the events in Dare(d) will be shown in NSTK as well, so the same dialogue will be used in both for scenes they share.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

oh this is about to be so long im so sorry

i think there's something im struggling with with all of my bsd WIPs right now, which is probably part of why there are just so many that i'm actively working on bc if i get stuck on one i can just move to something else for a while ;;;;

largely, i feel like im struggling a lot with figuring out Dazai and Chuuya's characters which obviously affects all of the WIPs since they're all skk-centric!! but they're both such complex characters with a super complex relationship with each other and i really love that about them and i want to be able to get that across, even in the shorter fics!! (this was also a struggle with the torturing kunikida fic, though since it was from Kunikida's POV it was a little easier bc i could show the contrast to what he expected of skk vs. what he saw that day to help get that across)

but just. characterization is ALWAYS an issue for me, especially when i first start writing characters. and i know that it'll be fine bc it always is, i think my anxiety about it causes me to put in the effort to really make the characters work and people usually really seem to enjoy them?? it is one of the things about my writing that people mention most often (and i will never tire of that, see: lots of anxiety about it) so i know i should calm down about it but HHHHHH

on the brightside(?) i do have a WIP that's still very much in the planning stages that will allow me to look at and play with a lot of the more toxic/codependent/generally unhealthy aspects of the two of them + their relationship while also giving me some more wiggle room in their characterization, which i think will be a fun way to help curb some of that anxiety when i actually start writing it.

and outside of that, looking at a specific WIP for an issue im facing currently: Loyal Dog is giving me SO MUCH TROUBLE bc i know what needs to happen and i know overall how the story is going to go and what the main points in it are. but actually figuring out how to write what i need to get down is. a struggle.

like it's just. i know the main plot and the main points and some of what needs to be done to get there. but the finer details are tripping me up. this time i think the outsider POV is working against me here, but also having it from an outsider POV is necessary to the story as i want it told!! idk. it's a LOT stupid little details that i need to plan and decide on while trying to make it plausible that's stressing me out more and hhhhhhhhhh

[ writer WIP asks to help me procrastinate writing ]

[trickstarbrave]

WIP wednesday

HIIIII IM OFF WORK so i can finally post WIP wednesday stuff. which was uhhhh. yesterday.

sorry :(

at least this time i bring you guys wip from the actual next chapter of moon and star. thats right my brain let me write a bit for the next chapter i need to publish this week. what a miracle. anyways

i got tagged by @boethiahspillowbook and @probby-is-pissed (before the your-talos-is-problematic blog got nuked for no reason??? thanks hellsite)

anyways enjoy

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“Ah ah ah…” A familiar voice followed, a touch playful. “That is a door you certainly don’t want to open, friend.”

Voryn turned sharply, glaring, before feeling all the wind knocked out of him. 

“Nerevar?” Voryn asked, breathless. 

The elf behind him certainly looked a lot like Nerevar. The same white hair and blue eyes, his expression only a bit more playful and dark than he usually saw on Nerevar’s face. Yet there was something… Off about him. Something seemed uncanny about how he looked, something not quite right. He stood a fair bit taller, now the same height as Voryn, not to mention his clothes were luxurious, completely different than how Nerevar dressed himself. Shades of blue decorated it in swirling patterns, almost looking like clouds, and they seemed to dance and move when Voryn looked away from them. Stars as well decorated the robes in fine embroidery, but more importantly were the many moons he could see all over his attire. 

“Close,” The other answered with a tilt of his head, not breaking eye contact from Voryn and keeping his hand firmly on the stone door behind Voryn. “But not quite.”

“What on Nirn does that mean?” Voryn asked, now baffled. The question warranted a yes or no, not a ‘maybe’ or ‘almost’. Still, the other figure’s smile got all the more devilish and mischievous at his question. “Are you… Nerevar’s father then…?” Voryn had been contacted by his own mother by now, he wouldn’t find it unusual if Nerevar’s parents tried to contact him with visions while the spirits were at it. 

Now the other mer was laughing. A long, boisterous laugh, mirth and joy seemingly to twinkle in the air and tickle at Voryn’s senses. It was an alien feeling, to feel something tugging at his mind and heart in such a weird way, as though his playful joy was seeping out into the air and into Voryn’s lungs as he breathed, flowing through his body. He wasn’t overcome with the urge to laugh, but it felt… Warm and fuzzy. 

“I suppose in a way?” The other finally replied, still chuckling slightly. “Again, you’re quite close.” He then gave Voryn’s cheek a little pinch, making Voryn frown as he brushed the hand aside. Voryn hated being touched by people he didn’t know, and wished he hated this just as naturally and strongly. But instead he had to force himself to move, had to think about how he should hate it. Maybe it was because he looked so similarly to Nerevar the touch didn’t make his skin crawl, but he hated how unlike himself it was to almost enjoy it. 

“Can you just spit it out then?” Voryn snapped. “Who are you? Why are you stopping me?”

The playful smile faded to a more serious expression now, his clothes taking on a more stormy blue color, and the moons going black. 

“I’m stopping you because you shouldn’t open that door.” 

“And why is that?” Voryn challenged him.

The other hummed softly, considering his next words carefully. 

“There are certain things that you are better off knowing.” He replied. “The burden of knowledge does not always make things clearer. In fact, it can make things much more difficult and painful. Warp your perception and senses.” 

Voryn hated vague warnings like that. It made him feel like a child being told no with no explanation. All it succeeded in doing was making him feel all the more frustrated and annoyed. 

“And who are you to be the judge of that?” Voryn scoffed. “I’m quite used to forbidden knowledge and secrets.” 

“I know you quite well.” The other replied. “Very, very well in fact.” The man then took Voryn by the chin, leaning in close, and Voryn felt his heart accelerate. He smelled like Neht too, and the way his breath tickled on his lips was just the same. Overwhelming desire washed over him, not even entirely sexual, just… Desire. Desire for him. For those blue eyes. For that playful smirk. For that firm hand. For those lips… His heart was pounding in his chest as though it was trying to escape, trying to leap out of him and into the hands of this stranger so willingly. 

[montygatorguy]

all the question for the fic ask thing just all of them

this took ages but thanks for the ask dude :D

💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

i love all my fics, but i think im most proud of look all around at the mountains you haven’t climbed

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.

ill go with an easy one, terrible things would be terrible things by axie

📝 How many words do you have posted?

55,334

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

either when i saw your (reggies) bookmark on my autistic may fic or the guest that commented a bunch on my alenoah sickfic

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

i don’t write that many, but bringing romeo back as a ghost in glass half empty was fun

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

i won’t use maycois here, imma use gweather from td. they remind me of good luck babe by chapelle roan so that

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

probably just fluff. it’s fun

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

my friends and my parents all know i write, but if one of my classmates said something i would probably stay quiet.

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

“When you’re a superhero, no one thinks you can die. They think that with every injury, big or small, you’ll always get back up. But that’s a lie. Superheros, no matter how strong they may be, are still human. And for the first time since they were bitten, the police saw the two of them as such.” from chapter 1 of glass half empty

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

a couple, maybeimamuppet, onthelasttrain, and flylikeajailbird. all really good writers that i read on my early days on ao3. also all of my insanely talented mutuals here <3

👶Fankids: How you do you feel about them? Would your OTP have kids?

may and frankie would make great parents and i could imagine them probably adopting :)

🐗How do you handle trolls?

never had to deal with any thankfully, probably would just ignore

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

not really that long tbh

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

school, usually when im supposed to be doing something else lol

💪What motivates you to write?

its fun getting to share the ideas i have with others and seeing what they think

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

almost all of my fics started out as scenarios i would think of before bed.

🌠What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

from the other tags catagory it’s alternate universe - high school, canon divergence, and modern setting

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

my chromebook from my school, but i started out writing all the way back in first grade where i wrote a story about a superhero fish (that was vaguely base off shark tale lmao)

🤔What are some words or phrases you find yourself overusing?

probably just finding different ways to have people express affection, idk

📕How do you feel about people printing your fics?

if any of you ever do this i will lose my mind /pos, please tag me (but give credit!)

🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

my one singular fnaf sb fic. i don’t understand why it has 300 hits. i need to write a better one sometime

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

that APPARENTLY the canadian date format starts with the year. it was interesting

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

i hope sometime i get the motivation to finish terrible things because i have lots of ideas i just don’t wanna write them

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

in sequence, but i usually plan things out first

👀 Would you ever accept requests or commissions?

maybe!

😱What's your greatest fear as a fanfic writer?

like you said, the actors reading my fics. that would be terrifying if i just woke up and checked my inbox and there was a comment from like. justin david sullivan. i don’t know what i would do.

☕Coffee or tea while you write?

i don’t like hot drinks. usually i just drink water

📈Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks?

throwdown (chase and mk sibling fic, 8) blaze (alenoah sickfic, 7) and haven (hg/ss lance and silver fic, 5)

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

terrible things (let’s just pretend it’s finished) id love it to be a 2d animated show but im not sure on what network

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

oh god, i have no clue. maybe like a swap au thing or something with &j idk

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

the only movie i can associate with maycois or jumeo is moulin rouge tbh

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

im just a high schooler with a chromebook, blorbos, and a dream

⏳If you could go back in time and tell your younger writer self something, what would it be?

that people won’t think you’re cringe or anything. people love your writing

💯 What rating do you write the most? Gen Audiences, Teen, Mature, or Explicit? How many fics at that rating do you have?

20 general, 8 teen. none for mature/explicit

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

comments or bookmark messages!

🐎 Would you ever do a medieval or pirate au?

maybe. i do love pirates.. yargh

👩‍🏫Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why.

ill pick may, they like spring. cause flowers :)

🎵Do you make playlists for your fics?

nope. i just listen to my fnaf playlist most of the time

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

holy shit, my vacation simulator fics. hats off to the one guy who commented on them, i love you