#Chaos writes

[chaos-has-theories]

“We should detour around the forest of Ascetir,” Arthur says, in that casual way that means he’s forgotten that anyone might disagree with him. “It’s dangerous to travel.” “Not anymore.” Merlin has his nose stuck behind a large map, trying not to look at Arthur. It's cowardice, plain and simple. He knows the path by heart: knows it from every single time he’s gone to visit his mother, or his friends. Knows it too from every clandestine meet up with the band of misfits who call themselves his court. “What, like the bandits all packed up and left?” Merlin can hear the rolling eyes in Arthur’s voice. Before he can stop himself, Merlin scoffs. “The Forest of Ascetir isn’t controlled by Camelot anymore. It’s perfectly safe.” It is, too. For travelers who stick to the paths; for the surrounding villagers who go to collect woods. For Merlin. Not usually for stuck-up heirs and dignitaries: But Merlin supposes that Arthur isn’t technically either, now. There’s a pause. When Arthur speaks, there’s an odd note to his voice. “What do you mean, it’s not controlled by Camelot?” Merlin sighs, rolls up the map, and meets Arthur’s gaze head-on. “Ascetir has been under the druids’ protection for years. It was on the list your father signed. It is officially part of Emrys’ lands, now.” Arthur goes very quiet. Then he grins as if he’s making a great joke, even if the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Guess I should have just married Emrys, huh.” “Guess so,” Merlin says tightly, and kicks his horse into a trot.

I was looking for something else entirely but I'm in a posting mood. Have this scene from my highly unfinished König Drosselbart AU

[thechaosdomain]

Prompt: You’re bad for me

Word count: 709

Characters/pairing: Steddie

Its intoxicating taste floods his mouth warm and sweet and so rich he can't get enough of it letting it fill his every sense. Nothing else matters right now except for drinking his fill. The slow steady rhythm of Steve’s heart is the only noise he can hear as he drinks thump, thump, thump, it’s so calming putting Eddie into a strange trance that he hardly hears the soft gasping

“Eddie.” That leaves Steve’s lips in fact he’s so focused that his first warning something is worrying is when Steve’s heart beat starts to slow down and the man leaning against him sags forward all of his weight suddenly on Eddie, who’s eyes snap open in alarm. He looks at Steve pale and sweaty struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Fuck.” He whispers, pushing his mouth away from Steve’s neck with a great deal of difficulty, he didn’t want to hurt Steve.

“Hey Stevie, wake up.” Eddie pats the other man’s cheek softly, relief flooding his body as soft brown eyes flutter open, the pupils blown wide and a small smile spreads across his face.

“Hey.” Steve slurs lifting his arm towards Eddie only for it to fall like it's too heavy for him to move.

“I’m tired.” He adds closing his eyes again

“I know Sweetheart but let’s get you to bed first?” Eddie coos softly at his boyfriend, relief making way for guilt he couldn’t keep doing this. Steve tasted too good for him to have any control over his feeds. Maybe he shouldn’t even be around the other man just to be safe.

A finger pressing between his eyebrows startles him out of his thoughts.

“You're thinking too loud.” Steve tells him leaning forward to press a kiss to his stil bloody lips that makes Eddie smile a little he’s a little worried that the blood thing doesn’t gross Steve out but he lets it go.

“Sorry.” He mumbles getting up off the couch and holding his hand out to Steve who stands on wobbly legs nearly falling straight onto the floor if it weren’t for Eddie's quick reflexes.

With a considerable amount of difficulty and team work mostly from Eddie the pair makes it upstairs and doesn’t even bother trying to get Steve to change out of his jeans when the man flops face down onto the bed and snuggles into Eddie pillow with a quiet happy hum.

Staring down at his slowly rising and falling body Eddie waits until he’s certain Steve is asleep before climbing into bed beside him shifting him around so he’s lying on his side of the bed. Pulling the duvet over both of them he lays down staring at Steve’s peaceful face.

“You’re so bad for me steve.” He whispers, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair that’s fallen into his face.

“You make me feel so out of control I can’t even think .” He continues “I’m scared I’m going to hurt you one day and I couldn’t live with myself if I did.” His eyes fall shut as he tries to hold back the tears quickly building in his eyes at just the idea of that.

“You won’t.” Steve slurs back in what Eddie thinks is meant to be a whisper but is actually quite loud. Opening his wrt eyes Eddie meets Steve, drooping brown ones so wide and full of trust.

“You don’t know that.” Eddie protests

“Yes I do.” Steve retorts, nodding his head ever so slightly “because I know you and you are a good person.” He tells him and as Eddie open his mouth to protest Steve’s hand dart forward one finger pressing against his lips as Steve says

“Shhhhh. Sleep time now.” Steve tells him, shuffling so he can tuck his head under Eddie's chin and wrap his arms around his waist, pressing his warm body as close as physically possible.

Eddie lays there for a few moments before wrapping his own arms around Steve and burying his head in Steve’s hair he doesn’t know how Steve can have this much faith in him but he’ll try to believe him he thinks as his body grows heavy and sleep reaches for him dragging him down into the peaceful waters of his dreams.

[thefemboylinkagenda]

“I’m sorry, sir, you did what?”

“Well yes,” Flynn flapped his hands around as he began to pace, “We couldn’t exactly leave you dead.”

“Do you know how dangerous it is to rewrite history?” Jenkins admonished.

“It worked out,” Eve Baird said from across the table, “Flynn and I are the only ones who even remember anything different.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you rewrote time,” Jenkins said, “I’m flattered that you would do that much for me but—”

“Look, look, look,” Flynn interrupted. “I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. Yes, we— I— rewrote time, but it worked out.”

“Yes, Mr. Carsen,” Jenkins sighed, “it worked out this time. But if you did it again, who knows if it would?”

“I just won’t do it again!”

Jenkins shot Eve a look, “Colonel I would tell you to hold him to it, but you’re just as complicit.”

Eve shrugged, “Ceasing to exist was a risk I was willing to take to get you back.”

Jenkins sighed again, “Just… Don’t mess with time anymore okay?”

“Of course.”

“No promises!”

[chaoticlicense]

Leaving It All Behind

Summary: During the victory celebration, you seek out Zevlor to tell him of your intention to leave behind the life you once knew.

Word Count: 1266

Tags: SFW, Zevlor, Elf Reader, AFAB Reader, Zevlor x Elf Reader, Zevlor x AFAB Reader, OC Based Reader, Non-Tav Reader, Second Person POV, Fluff, Cuteness

AO3

You find him at the edge of camp, standing barefoot where the sand meets the water. His boots have been discarded, placed neatly behind him against the rocks. Gentle waves lap against his bare feet, toes digging into the soft, wet sand. Zevlor’s head is turned to the sky when you approach, molten eyes watching the stars. There’s a small smile on his lips as he slowly turns his head from left to right, taking it all in. The celebration is still ongoing around you, tieflings and fellow druids (those who stood by the tieflings against Kagha) alike share in wine, ale and laughter. But you find yourself drawn to their leader who stands isolated from the rest. 

As you come to stand at his side, you turn your head to the sky and join him in stargazing. The two of you gaze at the night sky for a while in comfortable silence until Zevlor turns his attention to you. 

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” he asks.

Oblivious to the way his eyes soften as he takes you in, you nod in agreement. 

“Yes, they are. You must have missed the sight of them during your time in Avernus,” you muse. “I imagine there are no stars in the Hells.”

Zevlor hums. “None at all, I’m afraid. None like the ones here, at least.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the tiefling smile a little, molten eyes studying you. 

“In truth,” he continues, “There was a time when I thought I would never see the stars again.”

Then, a warm, calloused hand grazes your own and your heart flutters. 

You hadn’t known Zevlor for long, but from the moment he led his people to the Grove, you felt an undeniable connection between the two of you. As he came to Halsin seeking protection, seeking shelter against the chaos of the world around him, you knew in some way that you were destined to help him. Much to your fellow Druids’ dismay, you were always eager to help those in need no matter the cost. A flaw, Kagha said, a weakness. She turned her back on the tieflings the moment Halsin left in search of the Nightsong, but not you. 

You defied her will by showing them kindness when no one else would. You rose early, before dawn, to hunt and gather food for them to ensure they remained full. The first time you brought venison already skinned and portioned to Zevlor, he stood before you speechless. In all your years, you had never watched someone as composed as he come close to tears. 

He had taken the meat and the pelts with endless thanks that spanned days later. 

And so you continued to support him and his people, supplying them with whatever the needed, regardless of Kagha’s cruelty towards you for it. This support led to a great deal of time spent with the older tiefling, time that brought you closer together. Close enough that you can’t help the warmth flooding through you at the slightest touch.

“Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” Zevlor asks after a while.

“Hm?”

“I thought you’d want to partake in the festivities after a well deserved victory.”

With a shrug, you fold your arms across your chest.

“I’ve had my fill for the evening. Too much wine and I’ll end up wildshaping into an owlbear, scaring off my newfound friends,” you say with a laugh. 

Zevlor smiles at this. “That would be quite a sight.”

“For you, perhaps. But not, I think, for the rest of the camp.”

“You never know.”

Shaking your head, you hold his gaze as you share a moment of laughter.

“I have to ask,” he begins. “If you are done with the celebrations, why seek me out tonight? There are plenty of others more deserving of your attention than I.”

You’re not sure if you should be offended or flattered by his words. If not for the gentle tone of his voice, you might have wondered whether he enjoyed your company or wanted you to leave him be.  

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Zevlor?” you tease. 

The corner of his eyes wrinkle as he shakes his head and reaches a hand towards your face. He takes a strand of loose hair fallen from your updo and tucks it neatly behind your pointed ear. 

“I would never do such a thing,” he says softly. “I just wanted to know why you’d spend your evening with an old tiefling like me when there is far more merriment to be had with the others.”

“You’re hardly old, Zevlor. Do you have any idea how old I am?”

“I wouldn’t dare to guess for fear of insulting you,” he laughs.

Rolling your eyes, you bump your shoulder against his playfully. 

“Regardless, how I choose to spend my time and who I choose to spend my time with is my business. And tonight, I choose to spend my time with you. That is to say, if you’ll have me?”

Zevlor’s hand moves from your ear, fingers gently brushing against your cheek before his arm falls to his side once more. 

“I most certainly will. In fact, I have come to welcome your company these past days.”

Heat floods your cheeks and you pray to Silvanus that he doesn’t notice. 

“That is…a relief to hear, truly,” you say, a little breathless. “Then what I came to say to you will be much easier.”

His brows raise, interest piqued. “Oh?”

“I’ve decided that I want to come with you to Baldur’s Gate. I want to join you and your people and help you navigate the way forward. I know it won’t be easy but I know the path better than most. I can help you.”

“But…what about the Grove? What about your people?” 

“They were never my people. Halsin brought me to the Emerald Grove when I was just an elfling. A child, in truth. A child who became as much of an outsider as any who came across them. If it weren’t for Halsin’s kindness, I would have been cast out by Kagha and her ilk.”

Your voice spits venom as you speak her name. The elf in question never truly accepted you into the Grove the way Halsin did. She could sense something in you that she distrusted. Something that drove her to all but ignore you these past several decades. In doing so, in showing her distrust, she brought about the same feeling in the others. Few of the other Druids trusted you after that. 

“No,” you continue. “The Grove was never my home, and its people were never my people. I have wanted to leave it behind for some time but there was never a chance to do so before now. Before you. I have never felt more…wanted than I have by you, Zevlor. You and your people have shown me more kindness in the past tenday than the Druids have in the past ten years. The least I can do is repay you by helping you on your journey to the city.”

Zevlor is quiet. His eyes bore into your own as he considers your words. The flames of his irises seem to burn into you with such ferocity you think you might catch fire. Then he reaches for your hand. Fingers lace with yours as he pulls you a little closer. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know?”

Sighing, relieved, you nod. “I know. That’s why I want to.”

“Then you will be the most welcome company on the journey ahead of us.”

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[chaosandwolves]

So uhm I saw this post by @poughkeepsies and started writing about it to @shortsighted-owl and suddenly this whole thing was written and I thought I'd share it with you

Thank you to @spookylexicon for helping me to make sure to use the right Spanish endearments here

6x14 coda, 1,2 k words, coming out, read on AO3

The colors of my heart

"Eddito you're not even trying, are you?"

"I'm sorry Pepa. I didn't want to disappoint you. It's just..."

"Did you not like her?"

"No, no she was great. Just like the others... I just,"

"Come on. Spit it out, what's going on."

Eddie, absolutely exhausted, swipes a hand over his face and falls into the chair next to Pepa.

His face is slightly crunched up as if he's not sure where to take the words from for what he's about to say. "I, uhm...."

He looks at his hands and forces himself to let go of the tension so that his fists fall open.

He wiggles his fingers a few times and says, "I'm... There is... I mean…"

It's really so ridiculous. It's not like he's seven and telling his father that he wants to marry his best friend and being chided for even thinking such things.

It's not like he's 15 and trying his hardest to fall for a girl, any girl, while his eyes keep wandering back to wherever Miles is.

It's not like he's 23 and in the army where some of the men get comfortable with each other, "to release some stress" and Eddie is terrified of what stirs in his chest.

He's here at his Tia's who has always loved and supported him and he knows she won't judge. Yet the words won't even form in his mind, let alone shape on his tongue.

He almost flinches when suddenly Pepa's hand is covering his. "Eddie, you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Eddie blinks a few times and realizes that his vision is blurry. He clears his throat and sits up, still not looking at his aunt. "Yeah. Yeah of course."

For a moment the silence seeps into every cell of him and it makes him twitchy and uncomfortable. It's not how he imagined this. Hell, he hadn't imagined it at all to be honest. So far he only had made careful remarks in therapy and Frank had been gracious enough to signal that he's open to talk about it but didn't push Eddie.

He hasn't talked with anyone about it. Most of the time his own thoughts are only vaguely shimmering in his mind and the only person he actually wants to talk to about it.... Well... That's just complicated, ok?

"Are you... I mean, is there someone else?" Pepa suddenly asks him, her hand still on Eddie's and talking in this soft voice as if she's talking to Chris who's upset about something.

Eddie doesn't know where he takes the courage from but he nods, "Yeah."

And even just admitting this bit out loud has such an impact on Eddie's body that he shudders. A nervous yet warm feeling spreads from his chest and dances over his skin in soft tingles.

Pepa leans back, still not letting go of Eddie's hand and he can hear the smile in her voice, "Ah. I see."

"Yeah," Eddie repeats again, not knowing how to expand on it.

He can feel Pepa's gaze on him. And he wants to be confident about it, he wants to hold his head up high and puff out his chest and say the words cause he's not ashamed. He isn't. There had been a time where he was. After he had been taught that it's something to feel ashamed about.

And repressing it had worked for a long time. But when he told his father months ago that he wants to get better for himself, Eddie already knew that unpacking this particular shame would be a big part of it. He may not be able to be proud of it just yet but he's not ashamed and he's made his peace with it a while ago even though he hasn't said any of it out loud yet.

In a moment of courage he glances over at Pepa whose eyes are still on him, her expression soft and carefully attentive.

He opens his mouth and almost blurts it out but a car honks nearby and Eddie loses his momentum.

He averts his eyes and looks out over the front porch.

Pepa squeezes his hand lightly and asks, "Do they deserve your love?" And Eddie swallows, very aware of how open, how gender neutral, this question is.

But he nods immediately, not even having to think about the answer for a second.

"Good," Pepa says.

A few seconds pass and Eddie knows it's his turn now.

Pepa has reached out to him as far as she dared, nudged him without pushing him and has handed the reins over to him.

The nervousness prickles under his skin and suddenly he can't bear to not move anymore. He shoots up to his feet but is so surprised by his own action that he doesn't know what to do next.

In an attempt to ground himself and find his footing again, he drives his hands through his hair and lets out a long breath. For a second he contemplates running but instead of moving forward his body turns and he looks right into Pepa's eyes.

"I'm," the word is already formed in his mouth and he can taste it on his tongue but somehow it refuses to be released into the open.

Pepa holds his gaze and slowly stands up. She takes a step towards Eddie, reaches out and curls her slim fingers around his biceps. "Eddito. You don't have to,"

And suddenly, without his doing, the word explodes out of him, "Gay. I'm.. I'm gay and Buck.. It's.. I.. Buck."

Eddie freezes as he hears the words leaving his mouth and his eyes go wide in shock. The following seconds stretch and stretch and Eddie feels like if he moves now the air around him will shatter. He's already bracing himself for the loud 'boom' of an explosion, for the irritating crunch of glass under his boots. But instead of being thrown back against the wall by the shockwave, he's gently pulled forward. "Oh Eddito, come here," he hears Pepa saying while her arms wrap around him. It takes him a solid five seconds to shake off the shock and then he can't hold himself back and he squeezes Pepa against his chest.

He has no idea how long they stand there holding each other. But when Pepa pulls back his heart feels just that little less sore around the edges.

Pepa doesn't let go of him, instead grabs him by his arm again and cups his cheek with the other hand. "I am so proud of you cariño." And Eddie doesn't even try to blink back the tears that are rapidly welling up in his eyes. For a few more heartbeats they just look and smile at each other before Pepa hugs him again, shorter this time.

When she takes a step back a somewhat mischievous grin brightens her face. "So, Buck?"

Eddie laughs. Pepa nods, "I can see that. He's a good one."

"Yeah, he is," Eddie agrees.

Pepa pets his cheek and lets out a breath. "Ok. Let's go inside. It's time to make dinner and I can teach you a secret family recipe you can make for your Buck that'll make him fall in love with you." She winks at him and Eddie groans, "Tia. No." But he follows behind her with his head held high, his chest puffed out and a faint sense of pride pulsing in his chest.

[you-show-me-love]

[chaosoftheages]

Someone give me their best insults and comebacks to use to troll Navy in the next CG chatfic chapter.

[a-being-of-chaossss]

I'm planning an analog horror series called Reflection and wanted to share a spoiler-free breakdown of the series here

Any blacked out bits are spoilers or things I want to keep secret for now :3

[chaosinanutshell]

Im stressed out of my mind today and so my brain decides to think of genshin sagau stuff cause thats the only thing I do these days lol

Anyway here the creator/reader can go in and out of the world, basically logging in and out of Tevyat. The first time they did that the people were horrified but were comforted by them as soon as they got back.

Ok so basically creator had the shittiest day ever. They had to cram so much to fit the schedule or had to deal with people that mad them angry (in my case it was both). So they log into the world of Tevyat however they hadnt gotten rid of the stress yet and it was gradually building up.

There, some of the people in Tevyat started to annoy the creator with simple things that could easily be resolved if they thought abt it, or even just ask Zhongli??? I dunno man. The creator starts the get frustrated and finally snaps.

The people around them at that moment were shocked, they had never wanted seen the creator cry before and they were not ready to see it.

The creator knowing that they get rlly angry and might throw some stuff when angry, tell all of them (including the vision holders who were nearby and rushed to them) to stay away for now and not to follow them so that they wont get hurt.

Eventually the creator quietly exits their room, hoping that all of the people who saw them cry would forget the whole embarrassing ordeal. That was, until they saw almost all the vision holders standing a few feet away from their room with gifts and food they liked.

They tell her that they were all so worried for them and followed orders which were to stay away. Followed by cuddles and more happy stuff. I dunno this is all self indulgent cause Ive had the worst day ever.

yep

[chaoscradle]

debating writing s2 if El didn’t save Mike, but it would be such a big writing project (prolly with chapters) and I dunno if I would be able to finish it

[thechaosdomain]

Prompt: The Beemer

Word count: 377

characters/ships: Steddie

Pulling into the trailer park Steve is not at all surprised to see that Eddie is in fact not ready and waiting out front like he had promised yesterday when he’d asked (read begged) him for a lift. Parking the car he presses the horn once and waits for the metalhead to appear.

After a few minutes Eddie spills out the door of his trailer looking like he’d only just woken up. Stumbling towards the Beemer he pulls the front door open.

“You’re sitting in the back.” Steve tells him, meeting his eyes. Eddie freezes a confused frown on his face as he tries to figure out if Steve’s joking or not.

“Why?”

“Robin sits in the front.” Steve tells him mater of factly turning the key in the ignition, the beemer jumping to life.

“But you picked me up first.” Eddie says still standing in the open passenger side door.

“It’s not me you need to fight it’s robin.” Steve tells him and something about that sentence makes Eddie draw his cheek into his mouth and squint at Steve as he thinks.

“But I’m your boyfriend.” He says

“So.” Steve asks, meeting his eyes.

“So I should get to sit in the front, not Robin.” He argues and Steve glances at his watch checking how late they’re going to be picking her up.

“Look it’s not me you have to convince. Just get in the car.” He says placing his hands on the steering wheel.

“Ugh fine.” Eddie huffs out throwing his head back dramatically before slamming the front door.

“Hey don't slam my door.” Steve calls as Eddie pulls open the back door.

“Just cause your van broke down doesn’t mean you need to take it out on mine.” He adds as Eddie throws his back pack into the seat before sliding in and sitting in the backseat behind the passenger seat.

“This is unfair.” He grumbles

“Yeah yeah it must be such an injustice to have to sit in the back seat.” Steve meets Eddie's eyes through the rear view mirror, a smirk on his face, he laughs when Eddie sticks his tongue out at him. Shaking his head Steve slowly turns around and starts the drive to pick up Robin.

[neutralchaos1]

I swear, I'm so close to being done with this asshole of a chapter. These last... 4 paragraphs of rewrites are just. So. Much.

Mostly because brock is supposed to be confusingly flirty/dangerous, and I, for the life of me, cannot remember how that's supposed to go 😂

[chaoticlicense]

Zevlor One-Shot WIPPIES

I know I haven't shared any writing lately (not because I haven't been wanting to write but the actual act of writing seems to elude me these days), so I wanted to share a little snippet of a potential upcoming Zevlor x Reader one-shot!

It features the same reader character from Leaving It All Behind 👀

It was an accident. Completely unintentional on his part; stumbling upon your naked form in the middle of the night, bathing in the cool water of the nearby stream.  He couldn’t sleep. Nightmares plagued his mind after what happened in the Shadow Lands, leaving him drenched in sweat night after night as he jolted awake.  Tonight is no different. Visions of red and manipulative voices dripping with malice force his eyes open, chest heaving, hands instinctively reaching for his sword. And when his hand grips leather and cold metal, he finds himself back in the peace of the camp. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he finds you missing from your tent only a few feet from his. The firepit holds nothing but embers now. 

[chaosandwolves]

That smile suits you well

Eddie has to go back to the suit store. But this time Buck is there as well.

or

Eddie is a queer disaster and Buck looks way too good in that burgundy suit.

I saw this post by @suavecitoeddie and started writing in the tags but it ran away with me so that I had to open a doc and suddenly 2k words were written but Eddie just kept going and this whole thing happened

3,7 k words, 6x13 coda

Eddie has to go back to the suit store because the one suit he owns is attached to memories he doesn't want to carry with him and if he's honest with himself, Eddie wants a suit that shows off a bit more glam.

Look, they always dress up for their secret poker nights, ok? It's just part of the thrill; like as if they're all playing a character.

Introducing Buck to this calls for a special outfit in Eddie's opinion. And if he wants to show off a little bit in front of Buck, no one has to know.

In any case, Eddie needs to revisit the suit store. Sure, he could choose another one to go to but he doesn't really feel like trying to figure out which ones are good and he also knows that this store has a range of suits that he deems perfect for this occasion.

And Eddie really shouldn't worry about revisiting this place where he had his first panic attack because this time Buck will be with him.

When they enter the store, however, an uneasy feeling prickles in his chest and he almost rethinks his decision and turns on his heels when they're greeted by the familiar friendly face of the salesman and Eddie is sure he can spot the worry in his eyes.

But before Eddie can make a move, Buck has already started to point at some suits that are more on the 'too much' side of fancy and suddenly Eddie can breathe a little easier. He walks over to Buck and lets himself fall into the familiar dynamic of their light-hearted banter.

For a while they keep picking out suits they know will look ridiculous on each other.

But at some point Eddie reminds them that they actually want to find suits that fit and look maybe a bit more than decent.

So they both pick out some suits they think will suit each other; never stopping to think about looking for themselves.

The first suit Buck tries is apparently so tight that he can't even manage to walk out of the fitting room. The second doesn't convince either of them and the third one is not the right color.

But then Buck steps out wearing the burgundy suit Eddie has thought to be the best choice and for a moment Eddie can't catch his breath.

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[you-show-me-love]

hi hi! for the fanfic writer asks, D and M :)

ahhh thank you @crossmydna !!

D: What’s the most personal fanfic you’ve written?

Probably Getting Older, which I wrote on here pretty early in my Gallavich fic writing, then eventually put it on Ao3. It's definitely still a little fic about Mickey aging and seeing more of Terry in his looks, but it came from a real conversation with my own spouse. Some parts of both Mickey and Ian's stories resonate with me, which can make any fic extremely personal.

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

I have a couple of oddball ideas that have not been made into fics yet. My weirdests are mostly crossovers like a Cyberpunk crossover, and I have a The Purge crossover, too. They could get written one day when the writing bug bites me again.

[chaosoftheages]

turning to Tumblr bc I'm so fucking indecisive it's gonna follow me to the next life.

My friend who I made the horrific mistake of giving the series link to believes Amethyst deserves more time to have an actual character development arc, and my brain has supplied me a brilliant idea for book 9(that I can probably easily turn into a standalone if I really fleshed it out)

I think book 8 wraps the series up nicely, and I can easily tweak my idea into a standalone because it is a really fucking good idea(no not another Crossover. Sowwy to my Hamilton/Alan Becker Crossover lovers IT WAS A PAIN IN MY ASS OKAY-)

(Probably gonna be a while before the next multichap Hamilton fic. Won't stop the oneshots bc they're simple and those are easier to say "fuck u Canon I'm the writer here" to.

Anyways, lemme know what you think!

(Probably a bad idea to post this now but I'm going to forget I made this when I start editing my novel so)

Series Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3288039