#I have written down every prompt and marked each one I wanted to do and it happened that today was the 16th!

[ifindus]

cw: gore

"Division of territories", day 16 of @propagandistisk's hetalia goretober 2023 ✨

This is of course a reference to the wars between Scandi bros in the 1600s; more specifically the outcome of the wars predating the Treaty of Roskilde in 1658. The Treaty of Roskilde saw the entirety of Trøndelag (central Norway) given up to Sweden, and the region would be Swedish for two years until Trøndelag became Norwegian again in 1660 after another treaty. The treatment of trøndere during these two years has been referred to as the genocide of Trøndelag by local historians due to the large prescription of trøndish men to the Swedish army. It almost emptied the region of men overall and the large farmland region suffered greatly as many of the men were already overseas and fighting in the Danish-Norwegian army. The trøndish men in the Swedish army were then sent abroad to fight wars as the Swedish King was afraid they would rebel if left close to home. Only one third of the men would return to their homes, which by then would be plagued by famine.

The Swedes wanted Trøndelag because then they would effectively divide Norway into two parts, separated at the middle, and easier to attack in the future.

[the-slumberparty]

Naughty or Nice Challenge

For this challenge, you get to choose if you're Naughty or Nice. Below you will find two sets of prompts, naughty or nice, to choose from. While this challenge marks the end of year season, they do not need to be festive in theme, however we do encourage you to incorporate any of your cultural or personal holiday pasttimes.

This is an event for November and December, with a final due date of January 5, 2024 for late submissions.

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

🩷 This challenge is open to all fandoms and characters.

💜 Dark creations are accepted but we will not accept underage, incest, or bestiality. Please don’t forget to add warnings to your works appropriately.

❤️ For written pieces, there are no word count limits, but we do ask that you add a “read more” beyond 500 words.

🩵 We hope that creators can create an inclusive work and encourage writers and creators to use appropriate tagging, ie, f!reader, etc..

💙 For this challenge, we will accept sequels or continuations to previous works. Please be sure to link the original work in your submission.

💚 Creators may submit three pieces of each medium (up to three visual pieces and up to three written pieces)

💛 Be kind to yourself and to others. We are here to support and include each other.

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🩷💜🩵Prompts below the cut🩵💜🩷

𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲

“All I need is you beneath me.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I know it hurts, baby, but I feel so good.”

“What would they say if they knew?”

“You’re going to have to cry a little more if you want me to care.”

“I didn’t ask you to talk. I said do it.”

“Do it or I’ll make it hurt.”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

“If I have to tell you one more time.”

“If you didn’t want to hurt, you shouldn’t have hurt me.”

“Don’t look away.”

“Smile pretty for me.”

“Enough whining.”

“I’ve been watching for so long, I can’t wait any longer.”

“I saw the way you look at them. You don’t look at me like that.”

“You deserve this.”

“I love how weak you are.”

“If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.”

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do.”

“You’re so pathetic it gets me off.”

“I wanna hear how much it hurts.”

“It’s so cute when you try so hard.”

“I want everyone to know who you belong to.

“I better not catch you looking at them again.”

“Sit down and shut up.”

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑒

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“Don’t ever let me go.”

“I dream about you every night.”

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Wait, are you asking me out?”

“I made this for you.”

“You’re going to spoil the surprise.”

“I’ll do it, but it’ll cost you a snuggle.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You could have just told me.”

“It’ll be okay. I’m here.”

“You forgot something. A kiss.”

“I’ll go with you… if you want.”

“This is the best night of my life.”

“I remember when we met. I’ll never forget.”

“You make my stomach do this thing.”

“I made us a picnic, but it’s raining and I’m lost.”

“Every time you look at me, I melt a little.”

“You’re never going to get rid of me.”

“There is no me without you.”

“You really did all this for me?”

“Kiss it better.”

“I wanna be more than friends.”

“I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

[misc-obeyme]

CC! CC! omg CEEEECEEEEE

I see kinktober prompts are still open and my other beloved, Mammon is open

May I request sub!mammon with Shibari (aka Mammon is the one being tied up) pretty pls 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

If we’re allowed 2 requests I’ll send one in for flufftober too 🥰 ty ily

Hi Silver!!

Okay okay I loooove shibari. I just think the rope patterns are so pretty??? I definitely did not spend a lot of time scrolling through pictures of it for "research purposes." Nope that is not a thing that I did.

Anyway, this is the first time I've written a scene about it, though, so hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for submitting a request!!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Mammon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: shibari, penetration (reader receiving), begging

Mammon watched you from where he was kneeling naked on his bed, his eyes roaming over your hands and the rope you held in them. It was a thick black rope, shot through with tiny strips of shimmering gold. Just the sight of it made his stomach clench, a combination of thrill and uncertainty.

When you first suggested this to him, Mammon was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, how often had he been bound by Lucifer's ropes? Could he experience this with you now without having flashbacks of those endless hours spent strung up to the ceiling?

And yet Mammon knew it would be different. It was you. He trusted you. He had a hard time saying it, but he really did. And he was sure that you knew it, too. Because of that trust, he had agreed, willing to let you try. He was nervous, but he was also excited.

Already, things were different. That rope you were holding was beautiful. He knew you had chosen it for him, something that you thought would look even better in knots against his skin.

"Are you ready?" you asked.

Mammon nodded.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know," you said, clearly picking up on his nerves.

"No," he said firmly. "I want ya to tie me up. I want ya to use that pretty rope on me."

He saw the way your eyes filled with heat when he said these things to you. You nodded solemnly and he could see that you were trying to remain calm yourself.

Carefully and deliberately, you began to wrap the rope around his body. He shivered every time your fingertips brushed against his skin, shifting slightly as you pulled the rope into knots.

It was a slow and sensual process. You kept the rope taut while still keeping it loose enough to prevent damage. Mammon didn't know that you had studied the pattern you would be using, but he did notice the way you tied the ropes to mimic the white markings he had when he was in demon form.

The rope weaved across his body, a stunning symmetry of knots and geometry forming on his chest, around his hips, binding his wrists, and enclosing each of his thighs.

When you were done, you stood from the bed to look at him from the front.

Mammon strained slightly against the tightness that held him and met your eyes, face flushed and cock already erect.

You smiled, reaching out to brush back his hair and caress his cheek. "You're such a beautiful boy."

Mammon closed his eyes and breathed in sharply. He was overcome by his desire, by the sound of your voice, by your words. He opened his eyes and looked down at himself, down at the ropes that held him. They dug in just enough to bring him a sweet hint of pain.

"MC," he said and he flinched at how your name sounded like a whine, he was so desperate for your touch. Your fingertips against his cheek were not enough.

You came closer to him, looking into his eyes and he knew you could see the need in them. You ran your fingers down his neck, letting them trace the lines of the ropes until they finally moved ever so lightly up his cock.

"Please, MC, please," Mammon begged. He was squirming now, unable to hold still, wanting more sensation, but hardly able to move due to the way he was bound. He looked so perfect, his skin flushed, his eyes wide, his mouth open and panting, the rope winding around him so exquisitely.

You shrugged out of your own clothes, which you had kept on up until that point, and knelt in front of him on the bed. You took his cock in one hand and pushed the fingers of your other hand against his lips. Mammon opened his mouth for you obediently, happily sucking your fingertips into it and moaning around them.

You slowly ran your hand up and down his length, careful not to go too fast. Mammon whimpered against your fingers, and he knew he would be begging again if they hadn't been occupying his mouth. It wasn't enough and you both knew it.

You kept this up for some time, turning Mammon into a blubbering mess bit by bit. He was trying so hard to get you to give in, making all the sounds, reacting to every little thing, hoping that you would be overtaken by the sight of him in that rope you had so carefully picked out.

Just as he thought he couldn't take any more, you took your fingers out of his mouth. He was embarrassed by the way the air instantly filled with his voice, first a moan and then a flood of begging, most of which was just your name repeated over and over.

You pushed on his shoulders and Mammon fell back, squirming a little beneath you as you straddled his hips. His bound wrists rested neatly in the small of his back. He saw how your inner thighs were pressed against the ropes around his hips, watched as you sank onto his cock, your hands on his chest, gripping the ropes there.

Mammon moaned, unable to handle the way you looked as you rode him hard, your hands moving all over him, holding onto and slightly tugging the ropes here and there as you chased your pleasure. He arched his back to meet you, thrusting up to help you along, but also to feel you more.

Mammon couldn't think, he could only feel your heat, your weight on top of him, the grip of the rope against his skin, the sound of your heavy breathing and gasping moans.

Mammon couldn't keep his eyes off of you and watching you moan his name as you came above him caused him to lose himself entirely. Even as the ropes remained tightly tied, Mammon himself came undone beneath you.

Later, when the two of you had caught your breath, you would gently untie him, revealing ridged lines across his skin where the ropes had bit in. He shivered as you kissed along each one, the light feathery kisses so sweet against his still hot flesh. And as long as those marks remained, he would absently rub his fingers against them, his mind wandering to when he could next feel you tying the knots of those ropes around him.

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The Level-Headed One

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 8 Prompt: "Give that to me, before anything happens."

Summary: Obi-Wan and his partner (in life and on this mission) break into a smuggler's den in search of information the Republic needs, when things go a little sideways.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @ghostofskywalker! Hope you like it Tori!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Missions like these are my favorite," I muttered, smiling up at my best friend and partner, Obi-Wan, as we ducked down a darkened bar hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around me and my arms around his neck. Obi-Wan hummed, leaning down and towards me until we disappeared from the sight of the rest of the bar, when he pulled back.

"They are more fun than rushing into battle on a dusty planet."

I smiled, leaning up to give him a brief peck on the cheek before we both returned our focus to the task at hand. We'd come here looking for information about smuggling routes the Separatists had been using to run supplies past our blockades, but with a cover as two people on a date in a seedy bar. Away from the Jedi Council, on missions in dives like this, were some of the only times Obi and I got to spend as a couple.

Unfortunately, they also often included people trying to kill us at some point or another. We'd just have to keep surviving long enough to get to the other side of the war and retire happily.

"Do you want to take care of the door, or should I?" asked Obi-Wan, both of us scanning our surroundings as we reached the locked door of the club owner's office. If we were right, all the information we could hope for and more would be in there.

I shrugged. "I'm probably going to kick it down, so if you have another way..."

"Hold on."

He closed his eyes, raising his hand ever so slightly as he concentrated and worked through the force. I turned to watch our backs, until I heard the telltale 'click' of a lock unlocking itself.

"You did that by moving the lock from the inside with the force?" I asked, turning to my boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged.

"I've needed to develop that skill more than a few times in the course of the war."

"Still. Impressive."

With one last glance around the hallway, the two of us ducked quickly into the office, carefully shutting the door behind us. I relocked it before turning to take in the room with Obi.

We'd definitely found the right place. The office was a disaster zone, papers, boxes, and filing cabinets scattered everywhere. This was going to be a long, long night.

"I'll take the left half if you take the right half," Obi-Wan deadpanned. I sighed.

"We didn't do nearly enough dancing and drinking in the bar before hand to deal with all this."

Since neither of us knew when an enemy might next appear, we tried to work quickly while still doing a thorough job. I kept one eye on the time, all too aware that every minute that ticked by was another increasing the risk of our death.

I'd been getting jittery as we neared the half hour mark, but Obi-Wan and I had almost made it through the entire room. We'd started at the edges and gradually worked towards the middle and each other, and finally, we'd met at the desk.

I huffed a sigh and popped the top off yet another box and started digging through, until a large, familiar object made me pause.

"Oh boy," I muttered, reaching into the box and pulling out the flashbang grenade. I held it up to show Obi-Wan, turning it over in my hand. "Look at this. Who leaves something like this in a box on their desk?"

"Seedy smugglers who might need to throw one at someone coming in the door?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess so." I tossed the grenade lightly in my hand, testing its weight and getting a feel for it. "Interesting."

"Give me that, before anything happens," Obi-Wan said, holding out his hand with a sigh. I rolled my eyes, but dropped it in his hand anyway.

"I'm not going to blow us up, Obi-Wan. I might be best friends with Anakin, but I'm not completely stupid."

He snorted, which made a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. I nudged him with my shoulder as we both continued our search, the feeling of him in the force putting me at ease and bringing a smile to my face even in the middle of a mission like this. A few minutes later, I smiled for a different reason.

"I think I found what we're looking for."

Obi-Wan leaned over my shoulder as I fanned out a stack of documents, all detailing several shipping routes and smuggling runs designed to get around Republic blockades.

"Excellent work," he said, eyes still scanning the information. "Let's take that with us and get out of here, shall we?"

"Neither of you is going to be going anywhere, ever again."

Obi-Wan and I's heads snapped up to find the club owner standing in the doorway, flanked by two burly guards cracking their knuckles. I sighed.

"Two more minutes, and we would've been gone," I muttered.

"Nobody gets away with stealing from me, in my own club, with their lives."

Rather than returning fire with our new enemy, Obi-Wan leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Can you gather those papers quickly if we were to run?" I nodded. "Good. Then close your eyes and cover your ears."

I turned to give him a questioning look, only to see him pick up the flashbang grenade I'd found and pull the pin, hurling it at the club owner without a second thought. I ducked and covered just in time as it went off before quickly springing into action, grabbing the papers off the desk and following Obi-Wan as we pushed past the stunned club owner and his guards.

We rushed back into the noise and confusion of the club, angry screams following from behind us. Obi-Wan reached back and took my hand as we wove through the crowd, finally making our way to an exit near the back and ducking out the door.

"You got all the papers?" he asked as we jumped into our speeder and he quickly guided it into the sky. I nodded.

"Yes, I did. And I'll absolutely never understand how you got your reputation as the level-headed one."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "It's easy. I got the reputation because I'm constantly surrounded by you and Anakin. And when he dives out a thousand-story window without a plan to catch himself and you run into an ambush with nothing but the force to get you out of it, a little flashbang grenade in a pinch becomes the most rational thing in the world."

I snorted, but he wasn't wrong. I caught him grinning out of the corner of my eye, so I turned to him more fully with a grin of my own.

"So... mission success, but I still think we got run out of that place a little early. Do you want to go somewhere for a little victory celebration before we go back to the Temple?"

"...What did you have in mind?"

"Padmé told me about a jazz club not too far from here."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "You certainly know me well." He glanced at the still-dark sky, then sighed. "I suppose we do have some time. Just tell me where to go."

We shared a smile, blending in amongst the lights of the city as two other people, no Jedi Order or war following us like it did everywhere else. And for tonight, we'd enjoy that escape for a little while, to help remind us exactly what we were out there fighting for.

[won4ver]

prompt + dialogue list

you can request up to 3 at a time + feel free to use :)

“stop pouting or i’ll kiss it off of you”

their friends see them with their s/o’s initial on their neck/wrist

their friends find out you’re not as scary as you look

you rub your cheek against their chest

they’re laying down and you randomly pop up above them and kiss them upside down

they find out a random fact about you, one that they should’ve already known (ex. they find out you’re a twin)

you ask them to do your hair because you’re too tired

you ask them to help you with your makeup (ex. ask them to hold your mirror. ask them to put on your fake eyelashes)

they pick out your clothes for you

you were playing the skipping game “strawberry shortcake” and you land on their initial. (strawberry shortcake, appleberry pie, who’s gonna be your lucky guy? *sing the alphabet*. whichever initial you land on after messing up is your ‘soulmate’)

you go skiing and accidentally almost bump into each other

*person one* has a crush on *person two* and they glare at the random person flirting with *person two*

without being asked they go and refill your drink along with theirs

“you think they can treat you better?” “no one knows your body like me”

*person one* walks around with their hand in *person two*’s back pocket, glaring at everyone who looks at them

“i’m going to kill him” “you’re not allowed to talk to him anymore”

“try harder next time, baby”

“I hated them because I loved them more than myself”

you both sat side by side in the garden making flower crowns, unknowingly making one for each other

*person one* spends days crocheting/knitting a sweater for *person two*

they both attend different schools but have always noticed each other at their shared events. athlete!*person one* finally goes up to athlete!*person two* and offered them a deal. If they win then they get to get *person two*’s number.

you confess to them in a photo booth, the photos capture the moment + their reaction

*person one* has small beauty marks across their body and *person two* adores them and always kisses them. *person one* noticed that *person two* would always pull out a notebook, tallying down how many freckled they’ve already kissed.

“I wish we had more time together, their lifetime isn’t enough”

you both attend a dance without a date and a slow song comes on. you saw that they didn’t have anyone to dance with and so you went up to them, offering your hand with a shy smile on your face. “Can I have this dance?”

“don’t you want… revenge?”

“they watched as you burned, no one helped you” “but... they were scared” “they weren’t scared, they just didn’t care enough about you to actually save you”

you were both attending a painting class but instead of painting the model you both secretly painted each other.

“i’ll never forgive you, any of you”

even though *person one* hated the cold, they still went out at the same time every night to walk their dog, knowing you’d be skating at the public parks arena.

“i’m not real, none of this was” “look in the mirror, i’m just another version of yourself that you created”

your brothers friends didn’t know that you’re his sister, not until they invited you inside after your brother forgot to ask you to pick him up later.

*person one* asks *person two* to paint their nails, *persom two* gets super excited and pulls out the nail supplies they secretly bought just in case you ever asked them to paint your nails.

“but that’s not what happened, is it?”

“you’ve always said you’d protect me, I didn’t know the person I would’ve needed to be protected from would be you”

“i…i cant reach her/them/him/etc”

they’re both famous and went to a sports game together, the kiss cam focuses on them.

secret relationship! *person one* grabs *person two”’s waist as they walked around them.

*person one* has a usb drive filled with unreleased love songs and *person two* accidentally listened to it, realizing that all the songs was written about them.

“this drink’s called a love bomb” “love bomb? why” “because i put my love into it” *silence* “just kidding, it’s because of the heart shaped ice cubes”

“you’ll be alright” “but you won’t be” “but you’ll be okay, once i know you’re safe i’ll be alright”

“i need to make sure you won’t need me”

“you were there to save everyone, but who was there to save you?” “don’t worry about me, you’re what matters the most”

“this wasn’t all by chance, it was because of me. I sacrificed everything to give you the life you deserved”

“you don’t have to worry about getting shot through your window since your bed is above it!” “well i wasn’t worried about that to begin with..”

“you can’t just pretended none of this happened! that we didn’t happen”

“you never really loved me, did you?” “i loved you with every part of me”

“relax, i’ll wash your hair for you”

“don’t fall asleep yet, i haven’t finished removing your makeup”

*person one* gently grabbed *person two*’s chin and tilted their head up, carefully giving them water

*person one* comes home to *person two* sleeping with their clothes / a plushy with their shirt around it

[rosie-b]

Between Twilight

Figured I'd post the story here too, since that's what I usually do!

This fic was written for ML Writer's Guild, from one of this month's prompts. You can read it on AO3, below, or on the MWG blog! And feel free to send us some more asks to answer <3

She only ever comes in the evening. The quiet moments just before dusk, when the last rays of the sun are still bidding the city goodbye, that’s when she visits him. It was the time that they'd agreed upon, back in the beginning of their unusual arrangement. Then, Ladybug was free from her daily chores, and there were fewer people outside looking up to spot her. Then, Adrien’s schedule was finally empty, and the short gap left at his bedtime — early, for models need their sleep if they’re going to look pretty — could be filled with a visit from his dearest lady.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?” she’d asked him in a hushed, anxious voice that first night. She’d looked beautiful in the low lighting, her blue eyes wide and staring at him, his modeling lipstick already staining her lips.

He had smiled in response, moving closer to caress her flushed cheek before placing a kiss there. 

“Of course I’m sure,” he’d whispered close to her ear. “You’re all that I’ve wanted for years. If I complained about how I can finally have you, I’d be lying, because I would die for just a glimpse of your smile, Ladybug. Keeping this secret is a tiny price to pay in comparison, and much more than I’d dared to hope for. 

“As long as you’re sure, too,” he’d added, suddenly remembering how nervous he’d been only minutes ago while making his confession.

Ladybug had smirked as he’d leaned back, not wanting to leave but not sure if she wanted him to stay.

She’d pulled him closer, pressed a kiss to his cheek as she placed her hand on his back, and then dipped him down. The blood had rushed to Adrien’s cheeks as he processed what she’d done, and she leaned down close to him.

“Of course I’m sure, Adrien,” she whispered to him, and when her lips finally touched his, he knew he’d found heaven.

But they were fooling themselves, and they both knew it. Their relationship was born of a dying dream, in the face of the dark nighttime which kills hope and love. In the final moments of the day, at the last glow of light, she could visit him. And then at nightfall, he would be left all alone. That was what they both knew when they’d agreed to this, to the clandestine meetings and the kisses stolen from the very hands of fate.

Just like the daylight, the chance for them to be together was dying, and once they’d caught Hawk Moth (together, though Ladybug didn’t know that part yet), there was no guarantee that Adrien would ever see his lady again, as a civilian or a kwami-powered hero. This was what he had chosen, and most of the time, he was all right with his reality.

But sometimes he wished she could visit him during the day, that they could walk down the streets like real— like openly dating couples did. He wished he could wave her goodbye as she left and not wonder if that final kiss had marked the last one of all time for them.

He wanted to be able to give her roses.

That was one unfairness he hadn’t expected, though Ladybug had, in her wisdom. 

“My family would notice them,” she’d told him regretfully. “Maybe just one every now and then should be all right. But more than that, and it will be obvious I’m hiding someone from them, though they wouldn’t know who.”

She was right. So, Adrien never gave her more than one rose at a time, and even those came sparingly. Someday, when they’d revealed their identities and promised to still love each other, he could give her a whole bouquet, Adrien told himself. He would make sure it was the most beautiful bouquet anyone in Paris had ever seen.

He dreamed about it on evenings like these, in the moments where the clock’s counted time was late but the sun’s light still kept the sky mostly blue.

He dreamed to pass the time, because he was waiting for her.

As twilight began in earnest, he began to prepare for her, making sure that his room was tidy and checking his face in the mirror one more time. He endured Plagg’s lazy teasing and fed him cheese to shut him up, then sat back on the sofa by the window, waiting for the sound of a yo-yo.

He closed his eyes and listened as his mind lingered on roses and kisses at the beginning of night.

“You look pensive today.” 

Ladybug’s voice surprised him, and his eyes flew open.

“Lovebug! You know I’m always happy to hear your voice, but you don’t need to sneak up on me like that!”

She laughed, the sound loud and clear. “I wasn’t sneaking, my prince. I think you were falling asleep, was the problem. Did you get tired of waiting for me?”

Adrien’s brows furrowed as Ladybug sat down next to him. “I wasn’t,” he said. “Wasn’t falling asleep. Could never get tired of waiting for you. You didn’t tell me not to call you Lovebug,” he pointed out, feeling slightly concerned. “Are you feeling okay?”

Ladybug reached over and folded his hand in hers.

“I’m fine, Adrien. You already know my preferences, so why should I have to repeat them all the time?”

Adrien watched her in disbelief. “You just scolded Chat Noir for calling you Buginette this afternoon. Why are my nicknames special?”

“Because you are!” Ladybug said with a smile that dimmed when he didn’t laugh. “Okay. You looked pensive, like I said, and a little sad. I didn’t want to scold you while you were looking like that. And… you still do, kind of, look like that. What were you thinking about before I came?”

Adrien nearly jumped. “Oh! Nothing! No, it was just a long day, and I was waiting for you, which was fine and you weren’t late and I was okay, really.”

“You were okay?”

Ladybug wouldn’t let go of his hand. That was fine, only he really felt like getting up and pacing or maybe hiding himself in his bedsheets and taking the express elevator down to the center of the earth, so it could hide his embarrassment there.

“I am okay, Ladybug. Really.”

She frowned and watched him closely.

“If you say so. But you know you can tell me anything, right?”

Adrien nodded. “I know I can.” But you can’t, he added in his head.

Or maybe out loud, judging from the hurt look on his girlfriend’s face. Perfect.

“I didn’t mean to say that! And I didn’t mean it like that, either! I just meant, well, it’s unfair for you, isn’t it? That I can tell you anything—" Well, not really. “—but you can only tell me so little, even when you want to say more. It’s unfair to you, not me.”

“Yes, it is,” Ladybug said, chewing on her lip. “Yes, it is unfair to you. Is that what you were upset about?”

Adrien spun around to face her fully. “No! It wasn’t that, I was just— I was wishing I could give you roses. Not just one, but a whole bouquet, or maybe one flower every day, or both. It wasn’t anything else.”

Ladybug still looked unsure. “But I’m the reason you can’t give me more than one flower,” she said slowly. “Are you mad at me? Did I do anything?”

This was going much worse than Adrien had wanted it to. 

“No! I’m not mad, I swear! You’re also the reason I have someone to give roses to! And I’m really happy about that!”

Ladybug seemed to relax a little. “Okay. Then, what’s bugging you?”

“That it’s not a good time to make use of that pun,” Adrien joked.

Ladybug was not impressed.

“You know what I meant. If you’re comfortable sharing with me, then please do! I want to be here for you, Adrien. Please let me be.”

There wasn’t much he could say to that.

Adrien sighed. “I’m not upset. I really am being honest about that. I guess it just bothers me sometimes, that this is all the time we have together. I’m glad we have it, and it’s more than I ever expected I’d have, but doesn’t it seem a little like we’re cursed, that we’re fighting fate doing this?”

Ladybug shook her head. “What do you mean? I thought it was a blessing that we could have this time at all.”

“Well, yes! But haven’t you thought about it? How we can only meet while day turns into night, in between twilight and dusk and darkness? Is this all we’re allowed to have? When Hawk Moth is gone, when you beat him the way I know you’re going to do, what happens? You told me before that you might need to give up your Miraculous. If that happens, how will I see you again? What if this is all the time I’ll ever have with you, and I can’t even give you enough roses to make it feel as special as it is?”

Ladybug’s face softened. “It always feels special enough to me, with or without the roses. Just being with you means so much to me! And, Adrien, I promise we will have more time than this. When Hawk Moth is gone, I— I might need some time, but then I promise I will tell you who I am, under the mask. And we will be together in the day, go on dates in the park and kiss and not worry about the rest of it. I worry, too, you know, but at the end of the day, you’re always there for me. And I think, that’s enough. We are blessed, Adrien. What we have is a miracle. It could never be a curse.”

Adrien smiled and tried not to cry.

“Thank you,” he choked out. “I’m sorry for worrying. That was silly.”

“It was just your big heart showing how much it cares,” Ladybug said, tapping the spot of his chest where it lay. “I could never complain about that, and you better not apologize for it. I love you, Adrien. Just remember, we’re stuck between twilight now, but after that, after the night that follows, then comes the dawn. And we will have it one day. Together.”

“Together,” Adrien affirmed, snuggling into his girlfriend’s warm arms. And they stayed like that, together, watching the stars emerge, waiting for dawn.

[normal-thoughts-official]

Window to the Soul

Wyll's story, growth, and mental health issues as seen from his own eyes. Literally.

Written for @thekindredcollective's Wyllstravaganza prompt 13: Redemption.

WARNING: This story deals with Wyll's issues of depersonalization, particularly with his tendency to refer to himself as "the Blade" instead of a person. Paired with his line about how he wanted MC to know him as the Blade and not Wyll Ravengard, I interpret this tendency as one of the many ways in which Wyll dehumanizes himself (like how no one can ever be collateral damage instead of himself, how he cares so deeply about everyone except himself, etc), by seeing himself as a hero figure and an object rather than a person. So, there is one excerpt in which Wyll refers to himself as "the blade" and uses the word "it" to refer to himself. To be clear, my intent here is to show how bad his mental state is at that point, because Wyll deserves better, NOT to dehumanize him myself. But I'm leaving a warning if it's a trigger for anyone, especially Black people who might be triggered by seeing a Black character refer to himself that way. This particular excerpt will be marked by a "~" instead of the normal "*"s of the rest, in case anyone wants to skip it.

The boy with stars in his eyes ran across the shore, successful as always in his eternal mission to find wonder in the world. “Papa, papa!” he said, “I saw a mermaid!”.

In every corner, a new discovery lit them further up. Mermaids. Shells. The sea, the breeze. Each greeted with a new exclamation and a wider smile, as he met his very first love: the world, and his city.

*

The son with scars over his eyes clawed at his own throat, trying to speak past the sounds of his own choking. He had tried everything. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t write, couldn’t show him. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stop crying.

Couldn’t do anything other than nod and obey when he heard the most fateful word of his life.

“Go.”

*

The Blade of Frontiers, with fire in his eyes, slashed his way across the Sword Coast, getting rid of devils, wrongdoers, and the unjust. He delighted in seeing towns get a little livelier and a little better when he left than they had been before he arrived, and savored the relief he felt at seeing that he was still worthy of some people’s trust.

The world was still full of wonders, even if most of them weren’t for him.

*

The Blade, dull in the eyes, felt himself at odds with the sharpness of his blade. He still didn’t regret it, but - so much has been lost. He no longer had a city. A family. Friends. Dance partners. Sometimes, it felt like everything that made him human had been stolen away.

But if he wasn’t human, what was he? He refused to be a fiend.

The answer was glaringly obvious. Right there in his name - for he no longer had the right to call himself by the name his father gave him, so Blade of Frontiers would have to do.

If he couldn’t be himself again, a weapon he’d become.

~

The blade, with a tracker for an eye, never stayed. Its care, like its blasts, was best delivered from a distance. Anything that caught its eye could catch hers, and it’d never be forgiven if it hurt those it was meant to protect, just because it wanted to feel a comforting touch again.

It blasted, and cleaved, and slashed, and bled.

And then it left.

~

The farce with a tadpole in his eye couldn’t help but stay in the Grove. He was helping, he reasoned. They needed help.

Besides, soon it wouldn’t matter anyway. The tadpole was a death sentence, and a quick one, too. He didn’t risk staying, not really. So he could, maybe, have a place to come back to for the last days of his life. Children to play with, to teach. One last group of people to ensure the safety of, while he hunted down his new mark and prepared to die.

He just had to make sure he’d be far away from the Grove before he officially became an “it” again.

*

The warlock with kindness in his eyes sheathed his blade. He would not hurt those he was meant to protect. If that meant he would be the one hurt instead, so be it.

He always liked the idea of being a shield better than a blade, anyway.

*

The monster with the Hells in his eye stayed at the edge of the party, observing the piece of the sea that touched their little camp.

It was still just as wonderful as the first time, even if a lot more lonely.

*

“I won’t pester you for details, but believe me, I will be there by your side, whatever comes.”

“I’m glad you saw me for who I am. And - and I think I can see you for who you really are, too. A hero.”

“You may look like a devil, but you’re one of the most noble men I’ve ever met.”

And Wyll, with tears in his eyes, for once felt right.

[claudiajcregg]

Tell Other People About Your WIPs

make a list of all your WIPs with a brief description of each and then people can ask you questions about them and then tag other people.

Tagged by both @onekisstotakewithme and @miabicicletta 💜💜💜 Thank you, guys <3 I don't know who to tag that hasn't been tagged already. Interested? Tag, you're it! :) (Please do know that there are no set sections. Pick whatever you want. I went the deranged route.)

I have an outdated WIP list, and many others unaccounted for. This is just a selection of stuff I could see myself posting or editing/retooling to write something new. I love talking about my WIPs, about as much as I hate being perceived because they are not remotely interesting. (I also love knowing which ones people are interested in! I have an incentive to work on them!) (Instead of snippets, part of my feedback loop is sending actual rough drafts to get a sense of whether it's worth working on more.)

Multichapters, different levels of completion.

S5 Pregnancy AU. My main WIP. Can you believe I’ve had this idea for a year… almost to the day? I’ve been stuck since November bc I don’t know how I want this one to end, beyond a birth. (As I’ve mentioned in the past, I feel like this has legs to become a fluffy universe. I have ideas! Timelines!) Gist of it: CJ gets pregnant circa Zooey's kidnapping. How does it change S5? It's less angsty than you think.

Campaign bars, aka campaign conversations sometimes happened at bars in the 1998 campaign. Fun stuff. I need to pick it right back.

What Once Was Ours or the IM AU (2021), aka IM ends with a breakup. Not a WIP. Not a UFO. A secret third thing. (“Finished” but not edited, and I’m doubtful people would be interested. Probably bc of some bittersweet ~memories~ attached to it. I mean, I shared a third of it to discord and people couldn’t care less, at least after a while. Now, better IM AUs are being posted these days; I'm not in a rush.) 33 chapters. 150k words. I do reread it every once in a while, and I cannot put it down. But its 'age' takes me aback. If things had been different, I'd have posted this in H2 2021/Q1 2022 (or even the planned Q2-3 2021). But alas.

The “Almost Ready, question mark” Category

Another SVD prompt meme claim: what if CJ has the crush first. The thing is, I tend to write her as having a relatively obvious crush on him at first until something makes her wise up. So this is just some ridiculous, post-first-meeting thoughts. Most of it was written in one sitting! It kinda fits with something in the campaign bars fic, too.

Post birth, hospital story: A couple of hours after their bb girl is born. Pure fluff. Recently reworked it to make it less wordy. Still failed, but it’s better focused now.

Many ficlets – the few I did post on Tumblr that haven’t been posted to the story I’m collecting them in, plus a couple more. I'm thinking the ice skating one, Jan 22, a few post-eps I wrote last year, etc.

Ambitious Projects I don't think are happening right away (or ever), but probably have a detailed outline somewhere

(I put this up instead of last, because the next category has faves, but it's also a long one.)

Danny is back a bit earlier on s7. Toby leaks (or tries to leak? I always wavered) the shuttle to him, as he and CJ are getting closer.

Simon lives. How does his relationship with CJ evolve post-honeymoon phase? What is it like when Danny returns?

You’ve got mail AU. This outline had two ways the climax could go. I had fun.

Epistolary collab (?) fic. Probably an X + 1 fic. The only one with nothing written; don’t rule out writing it individually at some point.

And because this is so long already (but not as long as it could be)… A few more under the cut – more "I just want to make sure I like them" and "this meme reminded me I meant to pick those back up." And they are still not all. (How do you summarize seven years of writing?? I've only posted 20-something of them, lol.)

“Almost Ready (but I feel like I want to make changes to them) (might just redo them altogether)”

Haunted by the Notion, 2007 edition. My beta Ruth suggested this when she edited the other story, and I wrote it around then. It’s another Christmas dinner at Filomena, and, eight years later, things are different. I feel like it hits expected beats, and is just missing some oomph. Maybe. (As much as I do like it, half tempted to make it 2009. Or later.)

Heaven’s here…: A interrupted proposal. I’ve written many proposals over the years, and I love toying with different ideas and setups. Danny takes the lead here, but I’ve been intrigued by the idea of having CJ do the final twist.

5 to 6 am 'me' time. Another story inspired by last year’s rewatch that I wrote right at the start of it (so Jan 2023?). It has five short parts with five different years of what CJ describes in the pilot as her “me time.” This is one when I think one per year would be fun, but I don’t want to repeat myself.

One bed, “sexy” edition. An AU to a sort of AU (one of the drabbles from this summer) and… it's what it says on the tin. The world does not need to read my attempts at smut. If I didn’t put it in the previous category, it’s because I am not sure that I want to post it. (All the previous attempts are locked somewhere; unfortunately, someone loves this one and noticed when I tried to do that, lol.)

First baby kick: I remember writing this while in grad school (so, late 2017? First half of 2018) but I lost it, along other fic, when my laptop had to be reset because I used Bear to write back then, but didn’t have sync across devices. I rewrote it, and I feel like it's not the same, but still. It's sweet! Includes: Danny talking to the baby, domestic fluff, and… baby kicks!

“This meme reminded me they exist and I love them, so don't be surprised if they are posted before anything in a previous category”

(Lbr, if I added something about them in this post at all, it’s because they sparked some memory.)

Mosaic broken hearts: CJ, circa S4, jealousy. Prompted by a former fandom friend, back in my productive era (first half of 2021; before that friend just ghosted me.)

I can’t believe I captured your heart (pancake breakfast, three words and eight letters). For a while there, I edited it so much but then I fell off. iirc, it was part of some morning-related prompts I saw around that I tried to fulfill in 2018? 2019? And they had like internal progression. But this one was the best of the 3-4, and I kept tweaking it.

Green light of forgiveness (IM-ish) — there are many other IM/IM-Tomorrow snippets I’ve written over the years. I’m not sure if this one makes much sense, but I liked it enough.

Distance — I recall liking this one! Might have to bump it up. CJ is in Africa, Danny is at the Farm and sulking because they left off on some sort of argument. There is some Danny-Abbey friendship goodness here. I even have a second file that is “Distance - shorter version (it’s not)”

Danny writes fiction, shows it to CJ during her pregnancy and she’s into it. Technically written. I would probably try to take another stab at it. Third time might be the charm?

San Andreo phone call/fallout from ID. I just had the idea of CJ reaching out once things calm down. This is one of those fics I’ve written a version of every year or so, but I think there was one I liked quite a bit.

Terrible taste in men — a run-in with an OC ex of CJ. It was so dumb.

Fka Impatience - actually beta’d three years ago (by that fandom friend I've mentioned twice before… actually, three times) and “done”. I just think I’d change so much about it these days. It started being something else but ended up being a CJ-Toby friendship story in which they have lunch and catch up. But I would want to rewrite most of it now, and not just because it’s from like… 2019 (but finished in 2021).

I forgot this one initially! he's passing by, rare as the comet in my sky - 2? 3? times CJ thinks she sees Danny somewhere, and one time she does. (Which tried to work in the 'I remember shunning you' line.) I even wrote some sort of sequel later! Probably useless.

I said I would post a lightning round with fics that are either also done but not ready for me to mention them, or just… not done at all. The length of this post and how much I've spent on it is embarrassing. To give a general overview: in line with the nonsense I've been mentioning, includes phone calls at the end of S7, also a few friendship-focused fics around that time, too; present-day stuff; anniversaries; Hollis fundraisers; weddings; many ficlets, introspective thoughts, a “yes day” fic that's super sweet but needs better dares, the third memoir idea (the original one!!!!) that I had three years ago… And those are mostly the ones I had preselected, lol.

If you're interested, I can screenshoot this part in the notes app if you message me!

Anyway, this is embarrassing, and the worst part is that it's not all. fml.

[the-force-awakens]

we all shake a little bit

gender neutral reader, no pronouns used but coded language included throughout (clit). 18+ only because smut is ahead. (incredibly gentle) hair pulling, marking, edging, cockwarming, piv sex. written for day 6 of @the-purity-pen's 2022 kinktober event, based on the prompt: cockwarming.

Marc grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling gently to tip your head back, exposing the expanse of your throat and you have to bite back a moan when he follows the column of it with open mouth kisses, the contrast of teeth pinching with the wet warmth of his tongue following behind it to soothe the sting leaving you gasping, chest rising and falling in more and more shallow breaths. 

"You're holding it so well,” he murmurs, words muffled against your skin and you want to whimper because you've been at a knife's edge with your climax ever since he'd chosen to stop thrusting entirely, his cock thick and warm and entirely still inside your aching and slick cunt. 

You can't help the plaintive noise you make in return, wish you could kiss him or rock your hips forward but he's got one hand in your hair and the other on your hip to keep you from doing just that.

When you'd woken up that morning, curled into each other and still undressed from the night before, there hadn't been any intentionality behind the way you'd kissed Marc good morning — not really. But then you'd gotten a little daring, pressing your tongue to the seam of his lips and he'd groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him so you were straddling him as you kissed him hungrily. 

A little while after that, he'd shuffled up so he was sitting with his back pressed against the bookshelf that sort of served as a headboard, eagering sliding himself inside you while you licked into each other's mouths, no rush as he rocked lazily in and out of you. 

And then, when you'd just been on the cusp of your orgasm, he'd just….stopped without any warning, burying himself deep inside of you with a growl, face tucked into your neck while he tried to center himself. 

Since then, Marc's kept you still atop of him, scattering kisses to your neck, your jaw, and flirting with the idea of taking your nipple into his mouth. 

God, you wished he would because the stillness is fucking unbearable. You wish he would do anything other than whispering praise that simultaneously warmed your heart and made your walls flutter around him.

Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, so fucking full of him and your orgasm slipping further and further out of reach. “Marc, please -”

“Please, what?”

You glance down at him, finding a mischievous little smirk on his face. It's the kind you normally relish in seeing, because it's so rare to see him so relaxed. In fact, this entire morning is a rarity and it's perhaps that reason that you can't truly be irritated with him for edging you as long as he has been. 

“Please just fuck me already, Spector.” 

That same twist of his lips becomes a little more dangerous and satisfied and he rejoins, “Yeah, I can do that. Turn around.”

Swallowing hard, you lift yourself up off him, twisting around so your back is to your front. Marc guides you gently, and you hiss in pleasure as he pushes back in easily.

One hand comes to settle firmly at your stomach as Marc sets a new pace, meticulous and efficient in the way he fucks you — like he is with every other facet of his life. 

The air is filled only with the sound of your bodies joining together, the puffs of his breath against the back of your neck and raising gooseflesh. You try to focus on anything — the beams on the ceiling above the mattress, the bookshelves — but there's no escaping the cresting sensation between your legs as Marc fills you over and over again, finally giving you what you've been wanting.

"C'mon baby, I got you,” Marc promises as you try to squirm away, the feeling beginning to be too much, your breath catching in your throat because you feel like you're about to tumble off a cliff —

And then he slides his hand down between your legs and finds your clit and you're pulled entirely off the edge. You spasm, falling back against him, entirely boneless, Marc's name no more a jagged gasp on your tongue, every synapse in your brain temporarily flickering out. 

When you come back to your senses a few seconds later, you're aware of a fresh new wave of warmth between your legs and the sound of Marc panting behind you, petting your thigh sleepily. 

You exhale shakily at the realization that he's still inside of you, that he hasn't pulled out and doesn't seem to have any inclination to do so. And truthfully, you hope that he doesn't. At least not any time soon.

“You okay?” Marc asks, his hand faltering from where he'd been tracing meaningless shapes against your leg, and you realize you haven't spoken since you came.

"Yeah,” you mumble, voice rough and barely audible as you crane your neck so you can look back up at him. He looks sated, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling with enough love that it makes your heart leap. “That was really good.”

“Glad,” Marc says, lips curving into a genuine smile and he leans in to kiss you tenderly, pouring every bit of emotion he feels into it in the hopes you understand what he means.

And you do. You always do and you always will.

[fanby-fckry]

(As many or as few as you like 💜)

🍄, 🧭, ♻️,🤔,🛠️

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

2. 🍄 Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

Child + Demon Summoning Ritual = Found Family???

(The question marks are a very important part of the equation, trust me.)

It’s for the same fic mentioned in this ask.

4. 🧭 An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

A Far Cry From Eden had several alternate titles I considered, including The Fall of Eve, and Far From Eden.

8. ♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

I already mentioned how Exorcist!Vaggie knocked a chapter off of my Survey fic, so to avoid repeats I’m gonna pick another fic.

I decided to change the setting in an UH3 smut fic because there were too many different elements going on all at once.

That entire fic is actually going to be based on a scene I had to scrap from Bloodlust and Butterflies. It was in the 2020 precursor fic, Tempting Entertainment, but I chose not to include it in the rewrite because it didn’t seem thematically appropriate.

They were going to be in an elevator, for no real reason besides the fact that that’s where they were in the old fic.

The more I was writing though, the more I realized that I wasn’t doing anything with that setting, and it was just taking away from the things I actually wanted to focus on.

9. 🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I typically get at least a few sentences down when I have an idea in my head, so I might have to rack my brain a bit to find something I haven’t started.

Oh, you know what? I’ve got a whole lineup of Women of Eden fics planned that I haven’t started yet. I’ll tell you one of those.

I want to tell the story of Lilith, Eve, and Charlie.

Eve is not just a mother, but the first mother. Eve and Lilith will have known each other for eons by the time Lilith considers becoming a mother, herself, and I imagine that Eve would be Lilith’s go-to confidant on all things motherhood.

I think Eve would become somewhat of an Aunt-figure to Charlie, and I’d love to explore the dynamic between all three of them.

There’s also a somewhat somber note in that, as far as Eve knows, she will never see her children again. She views all of the Sinners as her children in a way, because they’re all her descendants. She loves them, and she has mourned every year since the exterminations began.

But, they aren’t the children she raised, they aren’t the children she remembers.

There’s going to be some sadness there – some jealousy, even – when Eve sees Lilith and Charlie. I want to write it.

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

About 3/4 of the way through my answer for this, I realized it had turned into a vent, so I’m gonna put it below the cut in case people don’t wanna read it.

No one, including @10moonymhrivertam is obligated to read this.

Thanks so much for the ask, Moony. Don’t let the vent fool you, I did genuinely enjoy answering these. I had a lot of fun answering the other 4 prompts, and I think I needed an opportunity to vent.

Hahaha, yeahhhh… I’m struggling with writing in general, lol. There’s some specifics about pacing and plots in a few fics and of course, not knowing Australian slang is a hurdle in writing dialogue for Cherri – specifically 1980’s Australian slang; like, how do I even find that?? – but my main problem is just…

I can’t seem to write. I’ve been burnt out and distracted since Husk’s chapter. I’ve had a busy week this week, and haven’t actually written anything at all.

Cherri’s chapter is currently all just dialogue that I wrote a while back, which is something I tend to do when I get an idea for a fic. I write some dialogue or some exposition that was rattling around in my brain and I fill in the rest later.

Well, it’s later. And I’m making fake tumblr dash posts, hyperspecific polls, and playing ask games.

[aeghina]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @a-little-bit-of-ravioli

1. How many works do you have on A03?

31! Wow! Not even counting my FF.net and Spirit (portuguese site) fics too. I think adding them would be around 50? I know for sure I have much more than that in my drive.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

739.765 Whaaaaat? That's so many! And it's mostly the ones I write in english!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Inuyasha, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, My Hero Academia and Legend of Zelda, more specifically LU!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Link in a chain . My first LU fic! My baby <3 Modern day, soulmate marking and platonic soulmates. The main focus is Wild getting to know them, then Legend accepting the others and finally Spirit joining them.

All Might said 'No'. This was a prompt for a MHA server and I had a lot of fun! All Might is the literal quirk, like a ghost protecting the Midoriyas.

Alpha and Omega. That was a challenge! In almost every way possible. Omegaverse, Toshinko

Merman. Also from a prompt. Merperson au, Toshinko.

Soul clock. Also from a prompt. Soulmate au where there's a clock counting down the time until you meet your soulmate. Toshinko and some platonic relationships mentioned too

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

Always! I love to receive comments. Even key-smashing make my day a lot better when I check the email

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably The Sacred Trees. It's more like a happy ending with heavy consequences. I live for happy ending, not sorry about that. They will suffer but they will be happy eventually.

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

All of them? I'd dare say the happiest was Took You Long Enough, a Midlink reunion during LU and then afterwards. From the concluded, that's the happiest one but there's an even better one coming from a different fic not posted yet :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently, but I did in the Inuyasha and Katekyo fandom! I usually say a simple "thank you for your critique" because this usually throw people off enough that they leave me alone.

9. Do you write smut?

No! There's some heavily implied things, but nothing graphic or very descriptive (by very heavily, I'm counting the omegaverse fic too; I liked the concept but wanted something with less sex)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not oftenly, but yes! The last one I wrote was a MHA and LU crossover when the brain was divided between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once! The person copied one of my biggest series in portuguese, changed the name of the characters and some physical descriptions but it was basically the same. I asked them to put down, but had to dm some of the site's admin to make sure it was deleted.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Once by a friend from the MHA fandom and they encouraged me a lot to write more in english and give it a try. I'm here now so thanks to her!

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

Yes! It will never see the light of day though, but my bestie and I created a whole novel about a couple and how the wife slowly got mad and then killed him in the end.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm, that's too hard! I have many favorites!

Probably Zelink. LoZ is my old new obsession, it always go back and forth between the games as they are released or as I play again and the animes I'm watching. BotW and TotK gave me so much shipping material I'll be happily reading it until the next game is released.

A close second would be Kyoya/Chrome from KHR. I just love their dynamic, specially when they help each other to grow (and Mukuro being a gremlin jealous older sibling, that's the cherry on top)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A fanfic for the Grand Chase game when I played it. Ryan almost dies when they cross a desert, Ronan is sent to another world and needs to complete some quests to do that (he's my fav alright? I just needed a reason to send him to another world and do quests by himself, maybe question his faith and all that). I wrote maybe 30k? The idea is lovely and taunts me from a distance but I've never come back to writing it

16. What are your writing strengths?

A very good question... I'd say creating AUs. I love world building and leaving small details that have significance for the story later, I think I do an okay job at balacing dialogue and descriptions. My beta says I'm good at leaving crumbles in the story to solve the problem in the end too

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Punctuation in any language! Ugh, I just love commas sooooo much!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

English punctuation doesn't make much sense for me until now! I'm relying heavily on the corrector and trying to read more to see if I can absorb the info.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm very self indulgent when writing so I like most of them. I'd say the longest time favorite in portuguese is Librarian, a Toshinko fic where Inko is the hero and Toshinori is a librarian she meets because her son is a book geek. In english is A Link in a chain.

Wow, that was a lot! Alright, lemme tag @musical-chan , @arecaceae175 and anyone else interested in doing! :D

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Thanks for dropping in! :DDDDD

The below might seem like I'm gassing you up or being overly sugary and sweet; but I cannot underestimate how much I mean every single word. Your fics were in my first round of xfiles fics ever; and they were cemented into my cracks before I ever got adventurous enough to feed the addiction and read 800+ authors.

This'll be long, so I included a cut.

(**Note**:Editing and proofreading my paragraphs? What is that?)

I begin, again, after 20 minutes of thorough combing

I spent 15-20 minutes grabbing link after link after link because... quite simply, your fics are grafted into my brain because of how many rereads I've done-- I can't separate them from each other, I can't pick favorites, I can't. I had to go by my tip top, cannot-pass-by-without-reading fics:

Whispered Words (Tumblr): Everything about this is perfection. Every time I read someone else's cancer fic, I immediately think of this one (and hunt it down for a reread.) Scully's symptoms, how and when Mulder notices; the blend of sickfic and angst and fluff together, no parts outrivaling the other... it's, again, perfection.

A New Day Has Come: It's such a cornerstone of my earliest cancer fics that this is how I always expect Mulder to react in other fics I read-- it's automatic programming at this point.

Every. Single. IVF fic you've written. I kid you not. To name a few (because it's not fun to just read "I liked it, lol" without some examples):  Name Calling/Archive is the pinnacle post IVF failure: the best, ohmyword. Unnamed post IVF treatment fic and Five Minutes - Chapter 1 are seared into my brain as a part one and two; but if it's a sheer numbers game? Five Minutes - Chapter 2 wins out. It's just... how do you hold a moonbeam in your hand, y'know? How can I describe something that IS me? I refer you to Scully's Memento Mori speech-- she says it more eloquently than I do. ;))))

Every. Single. AU Requiem fic and S8 fic and S9 fic and S11 fam fic. You do loving relationships so well: they talk, they breathe, they exist like real people. I treasure the S8 fics you wrote from my prompts and reread them frequently--though I forgot to label the second and need to find that link hmmmmmm. This is exactly how it appears in my docs: Here's a prompt (if you want): Scully goes into... (tumblr.com) THIS WAS MY PROMPT Ao3 By Your Side Is Where I Belong - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] LOVE THIS

And for nonspecific genre fics that I adore and cannot live without:

#58 Mulder to Scully thanks! Ao3 Prompts & Drabbles - Chapter 3 - [Archive of Our Own] Scully gets hit in the head with a baseball bat and you nailed every. single. aspect of this fic and I can't read it enough (going to read it again right after this.)

Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for... (tumblr.com) Ao3 We Will Find Our Way Home - [Archive] Scully and Mulder on the ice and Scully makes Mulder go alone to the Snocat? YES PLEASE.

 I hope your muse comes back. I know she will soon!... Ao3 Things You Forget - Chapter 1  Mulder has amnesia and he and Scully have dinner with her mother and Bill while he remembers-- iconic.

A realization

...I'm staring at 20+ pages of your fic links (and 84 specifically marked ones that have LOVE THIS in bold and caps) and thinking that there is no way I can fit all of this into this ask. XDDDD

I'll close this by thinking of random moments in your fics that twirl around and around in my brain and put them down here:

Mulder waking Scully up by sneezing in her hair in Rain King.

Mulder and Scully crying after her recovery in Redux II.

Scully's annoyance and Mulder's complete stillness in the airport while waiting for their luggage in Five Minutes Chapter 2.

The hilarious way you wrote Mulder and Scully and Krycek and Doggett and Reyes in an Essence AU (Will is born in the car while they drive away from the FBI.)

Scully's head being squeezed like an orange in the baseball bat attack fic, and Mulder's irate panic from afar ("HE HIT HER")

Mulder's tie got stuck in a copier and Scully has to help him out (and Skinner doesn't even want to know.)

Maggie's not a fool when she catches Mulder and Scully a day or two after Chimera.

Scully gasses in the car and Mulder evens the playing field.

Mulder having amnesia after Millennium and only remembering his partnership with Diana (for a couple hours.)

Mulder delicately taking and holding and smiling over his scratchy list of baby names.

Scully feeling woozy in Three Words and Mulder helping her sit down.

Mulder panicking after Lamaze in Alone.

S8 Scully including Mulder in her late night snack and waltz session, as they discuss her neighbor's recently deceased husband.

Mulder swallowing the suddenly-too-sweet cake at Scully's baby shower (AU Essence~)

Mulder swapping places with Reyes in Essence-- it's he and Scully on the road, just like always.

Post Existence Mulder papa bear with little Will.

Revival baby girl being born on Mulder or Scully's birthdays (and the unique ways you changed the details of both versions.)

Mulder and baby Will showing up for Scully's "take your kid to work day" (and him rubbing Will in Colton's face, my word.)

(I'm not kidding when I mean every. single. one. of your IVF and S8 and family fics, so I'm not even going to BEGIN.)

All of your Millennium fics. All. But particularly the one where Scully is woken up by a grumpy Mulder who felt betrayed that she'd left and drove over, despite his injured arm, before calling her and asking for permission.

Mulder sobbing and holding Scully after the other agents tricked him into thinking she'd died in a car accident.

Diana locks Mulder and Scully up in the One Son fort for the night; and Scully's hurt and Mulder's hurt and their reconciliation and re-understanding is one of the fics I turn to when I need to sleep but also need a story to focus on. Makes my brain go wild.

TFWID Mulder having nightmares of his past lives with Scully. Another one of those stories that sets my brain on fire.

Revival Mulder's psychic powers comes back and he tells Scully in the restaurant (part I) and later senses their daughter's heartbeat (part II.)

An ending

And while I could go on and on and on, there's already a lot I put down. XDDDD Maybe I'll make a fic list with my top 85? fics that cannot be passed up-- although, I don't know if Tumblr will allow me that enough word space to fit them all in. Hmmmm.

Anyway, thanks for dropping in! :DDDDD And hope this was a good enough answer~. ;))))

[swampstew]

Kinktober but make it a bingo game

We're SO CLOSE TO WINNING BINGO! If someone grabs that winning tile to win the Halloween prompt, I will make the rest of the tiles as headcannons with multiple characters :)

TY to everyone who has sent in requests <3

Updated 10/1/22 list of kink pairings and updated bingo board below :*

*All written works will have their own warnings labels and tags. 18+ ONLY - M!NORS DNI*

I’ve never participated in Kinktober before so I wanted to give it a chance and do it in a unique format. Check out your bingo board below after you read the rules and schedule!

The Rules and Schedule:

Can request any 18+ one piece character (WILL NOT age up or down characters). Can re-use characters but would like to use this opportunity to write for different characters. Prompt can have any setting but if you stick to a halloween theme, well all the better.

26 total prompts - posting every dayexcept Sundays for breaks.

500-1K words only for each scenario, drabble, headcanon.

Self-insert character will be written as F!reader leaning unless specifically requested otherwise.

Every time a request is made, I will update the board with an X mark. Special treat for whomever completes Bingo first.

Completing Bingo - whomever claims the final tile that completes the board (5 tiles crossed out in a row like irl Bingo) will get to choose the characters and costumes (up to 5) for the final prompt.

The Halloween fic prompt (the 26th and final prompt to be posted on Halloween day) - IT WILL BE A HALLOWEEN COSTUME PARTY TURNED ORGY. Whomever chooses the final tile on the board to make a bingo gets to choose the characters and costumes and at least one kink of their choosing (within reason, must follow my traditional writing rules linked here so you can review)

Fellow creative writers - did you see this post and want to join in on the fun? Feel free to send me an ask with the tile and character of your choosing and I’ll update the board for you. I don’t expect anyone to join my first ever Kinktober but if you choose to, I would be so happy and flattered. - Only requests are that you send me a follow and tag your post/@ me when you make it ~ #Raven’s Halloween Party | #Raven’s Bingo Board. I really want to connect with fellow creatives, I am a big fan of a lot of people’s works. Am just a smol bean looking for internet frens.

Bingo Board first row of tiles: Sex Pollen, Breeding, Partner Swap, Creampie, Praise Kink. Second row: Masturbation, Prostitution, Sex toys, Pin up/erotic photo exchange, cockwarming. Third row: Shower sex, Double penetration, Soft sex, Bondage, somnophilia. Fourth row: Foot fetish, Anal, Mommy/Daddy kink, voyeurism, humiliation. Fifth row: Edging, Bukkake, Sensory Deprivation, Pet Play, Size Kink.

*sorry for blurry quality, not sure what happened when I uploaded board to canva.*

Updated 10/02/22

14 TILES HAVE BEEN CROSSED!

Somnophilia - Eustass Captain Kid X F! Reader with g/n pronouns/vague description of body - Complete, Publishing 10/1

Breeding - Sir Crocodile X F! Reader - Complete, Publishing 10/3

Pin up photo exchange - multiple characters HCs - Complete, Publishing 10/4

Sex Pollen - X Drake, Basil Hawkins, Scratchmen Apoo HCs. - Complete, Publishing 10/5

Mommy/Daddy Kink - Bell-mere X Donquixote Rosinante 'Cora’.

Sex Toys - multiple character HCs

Shower Sex - Zoro X F! Reader

Size Kink - Smoker X F! reader

Bukkake - The M! Sweet Commanders X F! Reader

Voyeurism - Eustass Captain Kid X F! Reader

Praise Kink - Killer X Reader

Masturbation - Law

Creampie - Eustass Kid X F! Reader

Soft Sex - Law and Zoro (separately)

Cockwarming - Ace X M! Reader

Prostitution - Katakuri X Reader

Plenty of kinks and characters still available ~ check the updated bingo board in the post to see what’s left. Ask box is open :*

[deputy-buck]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @acorrespondence for the tag!💚

How many works do you have on ao3?

11 currently, soon to be 13 if I can just buckle down and write the two requests in my askbox-

7 - Generation Kill 3 - Justified 1 - Band of Brothers

What's your total ao3 word count?

5,952 I'm not a LongFic writer by any means-

What fandoms do you write for?

Published: Justified, Band of Brother, Generation Kill

Not published: The Pacific, Game of Thrones, UFC ahem...

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Docile Alpha (36) Silver Wrapped (30) MOLLE Pouch of Memories (20) Sold For Temporary Use (6) Good Coffee and Good Mornings (6) Gracious (5)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Every time that I can provide a response of substance, but if I really can't come up with a response, I appreciate it silently and mark it as read.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I hate writing angst so I simply don't have anything angsty :) Maybe MOLLE Pouch of Memories counts as angst but it's really not.

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

Either Sunshine or Good Coffee and Good Mornings both are cute as could be to me.

Do you get hate on fics?

NO and idk how people get hate comments??? On fic??? grow the fuck up and just click away, nobody wants to hear your complaining about FICTION.

Do you write smut?

Yes, it's my favorite to write and read, but it's hard for me to get the feelings down into words, so I'm very slow in writing it. (sorry to the two amazing prompts in my Ask Box, I promise I'm writing for them both, just... slowly.)

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No and I don't enjoy crossover fics, so I filter them out/don't click on them if they make it through the filter. (hate commenters take note of how I handled media I don't enjoy)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I haven't been writing long enough nor will I ever be popular enough.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no for the same reason above.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of. Back way back I was bouncing ideas off of other people in the Ghost (band) fandom and one got posted, I think it's still up on Ao3, something about Rain/Dew fucking where the rest of the Ghouls could watch, posted 2019.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

God I wish I could say but I would get shit for it so here's each fandom. Gen Kill: Brad/Trombley OR Brad/Poke BoB: Speirs/Liebgott The Pacific: Eugene/Sidney Justified: Boyd/Raylan/Tim (second fav) GoT: The Hound/Gendry/Tormund UFC: Islam/Charles

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

I can never publish it so it sort of gets put on the back burner but the title is "Holy Mother, Let me Taste Him" which is two characters that have been together for Years having a discussion about Character B wanting to get with someone new, Character A is a little hesitant for specific reasons revealed by Character B (otherwise Character A would be fully on board) and it gets a little sad and immoral but it's based in love, respect, and loyalty. I might figure out a way to change some names and pronouns and ranks, maybe I can post it some way.

What are your writing strengths?

Daydreaming- Okay, I really don't know, I think that's something you're told about by readers. Dialogue comes easy to me but I'm not sure if it's good.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The act of writing- Probably setting, trying to cohesively write what the atmosphere is like and keep it relevant to the rest of the story is very hard for me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it for a couple characters but I don't like it because I don't trust any translator apps to do a language justice.

First fandom you wrote for?

Fuck, probably Supernatural (🤢 I know)

Favorite fic you've written?

Marines on Watch or Docile Alpha

Sorry if I missed you imagine your @ in the following list: @merriell-allesandro-shelton @caffeinated-fan @ableedingpen idk anyone else but I'm not kidding, if you see this and want to do it, I'm tagging you!!! I am!! You've been tagged!!

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Whumptober plans

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It’s just 2 days away! I love Whumptober (and pretty much any prompt challenge). I’ve written down all the prompts and a one-sentence summary of what I want to write for each one. I have one alternate prompt on the list as a filler; I did not care for the prompt for day 25. I’ve also marked 11 of the prompts off the list because they accompany another prompt on the list, and I plan to address both in one story.

The big thing here is accountability; I cannot commit or promise to post every day. I don’t have a ton of energy right now (a week in the hospital will do that to you), and I still have appointments to attend and responsibilities at home. I will almost certainly slip up and skip a day. I’ll keep my annotated list, though, and perhaps I can write the stragglers at a later date.

Thanks for rolling with me. New content is coming. That I can promise. :)

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New Fanfic Anon here. To the Anon who requested wedding day/wedding night, I hope you enjoy. I’ve never written to a prompt or anything before, so I hope this meets your expectations a little?

She’s never been this happy, she thought to herself as she watched her husband - he was her husband now! - surrounded by her children, their children now, at least legally, as they have been his by choice, by love for years now.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see that they were all smiling. She couldn’t remember a time she saw them all this happy. Not that they weren’t a happy family, a close knit family, seeing each other for Sunday roasts more weeks than not, spending summers together, every major holiday too. But today, it was as if the whole day had been sprinkled in magical pixie dust. And she couldn’t stop her beaming smile if she tried.

“I said our goodbyes,” he said meaningfully as he waltzed back up to her, his smile matching her own, his blue eyes darkened with promise. “So whenever you’re ready, Madame Macron,” using her new name, his name, because he could. She was his wife now. All these years after he promised her he’d do it, the day had finally come. It took some time, some gentle persuasion, and a fair amount of reassurance, but eventually she too understood this was just a basic fact of the universe. He was her and she was him. Two halves of one perfect imperfect whole. Now in the eyes of the State, and the society at large who had so often scorned them, it was official.

She took his hand as he offered it, like he has countless times - when he was lonely and need to feel her presence, when he was sad and needed comfort, bored and wanted someone’s fingers to play with, when he just needed to touch her - but this time, that left hand ring finger was adorned with a new piece of jewelry, a narrow but sturdy wedding band, her band, her mark on him, one that matched the one he had slipped on her finger just hours earlier.

They giggled as they slipped out the side door, sneaking kisses as they went, once they knew they were outside the view of prying eyes, feeling a little naughty for slipping out of their own reception early, but as evidenced by the fact they couldn’t keep their hands off each other all night - like when he cheekily snuck his hand on her butt on the dance floor - there was some other, more pressing, business they needed to take care of tonight.

Once they arrived at their final destination, he swept her into his arms, bridal style, to carry her over the threshold into their bedroom.

“Chéri! Put me down, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Nonsense,” he hushed her with a brief press of his lips to hers as he laid her oh so gently in the center of the bed as if she was the most precious thing in the universe. “My wife is as light as a feather.”

“Say that again,” she asked, the emotion of the moment coloring her voice.

“My wife,” he said, slowly climbing on top of her, careful to rest his weight on his arms, bracing himself either side of her shoulders. “My wife,” he repeated before he leaned down to kiss her, deepening the kiss when he gained her permission, her hands tangling in his hair, pressing herself ever more insistently closer, desperate, overwhelmed, overcome. “My wife,” he finished breathless, pulling back to get some air into his screaming lungs, his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes reading the love flowing so freely from hers.

Moving one of her hands from where it was entwined in his fluffy brown curls that had been somewhat tamed today with a mixture of determination and hair product to gently cup his cheek, she whispered, as if she was afraid saying anything too loudly would break this magic spell, the magic day, “Thank you. Thank you for never giving up on me, on us. Thank you for loving my children and grandchildren as your own - for making this our family. Thank you for teaching me what love is, what it should be, how it should feel. Thank you for this beautiful, amazing, crazy, complicated life.”

“You are my life,” he vowed, the tears he had managed to keep at bay all day unleashed by her words.

She gently pressed upwards, kissing each tear she could reach away, before linking her arms behind his neck and pulling him down flush on top of her, needing to get closer to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Oh new fanfic Anon, you just delivered it again! Thank you so much 😍 And already waiting for the next one hahaha ❤️

Have a lovely Sunday, guys!