#I'd be wildly happy if I manage to get through most of these

[bubblesandpages]

This is the tentative “active” tbr for the year. I’m sure much will happen to upset it. 

Ordinary Monsters by J M Miro

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin DNF

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

City of Last Chances by Adrian Tchaikovsky DNF

All Systems Red by Martha Wells

Aquanaut by Rick Stanton

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson DNF

Book of Night by Holly Black

The Stolen Heir by Holly Black

Maresi Red Mantle by Maria Turtschaninoff

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents by Terry Pratchett

Bramble Fox by Kathrin Tordasi DNF

The Inheritance of Orquidea Divina by Zoraida Cordova

The Fellowship of the Ring by J R R Tolkien

The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman

Howl’s Moving Castle, Castle in the Air and the House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones

A Forgery of Roses by Jessica S Olson

Witch Hat Atelier by Kamome Shirahama

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo DNF

The Goblin Emperor by Kathrine Addison

A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner

Persuasion by Jane Austen

How to Survive Your Murder by Danielle Valentine DNF

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

Hearts of Gold by Jackie French

Platypus Matters by Jack Ashby

The Painted Veil by W Somerset Maugham

A House of Pomegranates and The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

Mother Carey’s Chickens by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Caraval by Stephanie Garber 

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke 

A Dragon of a Different Color, and Last Dragon Standing by Rachel Aaron

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi! I have been reading you for a long time and would like to ask you something for the first time… The last message flow to the Lethal Company from the Nutcracker was WILDLY SWEET, however, it hurt me from the bracken that was shot through the lytic…. May I ask the bracken and the reader where the bracken constantly goes behind the reader's back…. JUST TO HUG! Someone from the team warns about the danger and the bracken gently takes the reader in his arms to his lair for even bigger hugs!

Bruh you have no idea how soft i am for brackens hfghhs (when I first started playing LC, they were ALWAYS killing me...but now they just like to pop out and scurry away when I look at them, so I consider us to be pretty chill)

Anyways woe Bracken fluff be upon ye <3

.....

Of all the creatures you've encountered during your time with the Company, Brackens were certainly the most complicated.

Even though there's been countless documents and reports of employees scanning, studying, and dying to these aliens...they were still seldom understood. The data on the terminal said so.

There was one in particular who had such a unique behavior pattern that remained a mystery to you.

And he lived on Experimentation, which was supposedly the "safest" moon to land on and gather scrap from.

Most of the time, however, that was a load of bullshit...as you and your crew had many encounters with aggressive lifeforms such as hoarding bugs, Thumpers, spiders, and turrets that were placed in the most inconvenient spots...

Hell, even an Earth Leviathan showed up and nearly consumed your entire ship.

As of right now, though, you were on-track to making the third profit quota's deadline. So a trip to Experimentation was an order, as you could grab minimal loot and still gain enough leftover money to buy some much-needed ship upgrades and tools.

Or maybe new suits or jack o'lanterns.

None of you were good at managing your budget.

But during this trip, you were less focused on getting loot and more eager to see....a certain someone.

Hopefully, he hasn't forgotten about you or mistook you for another random employee.

While two of your coworkers headed into the facility's main entrance and one stayed behind on the ship, you ascended the stairs leading up to the fire exit--armed with nothing but a flashlight and a walkie-talkie.

[Nearby activity detected!]

"Oh come on...can you be anymore vague?" You huffed, slightly annoyed that your scanner displayed the message before you could even touch the damn door.

"Activity" was awfully broad and could mean literally anything was waiting for you on the other side..

It could be a bunker spider or snare flea waiting to drop down on you and catch you by surprise.

It could be a Hygrodere spreading itself all over the floor, anticipating you setting one foot into it before drowning in its slimy body.

It could even be a simple turret ready to turn you into swiss cheese.

However, there's the possibility that it could also be the one entity here who didn't wanna give you a painful death, and you hoped to god you were right.

So you took a leap of faith and entered.

Surprisingly no danger was immediately present, although you did find a lot of good loot inside the room and smiled. "Oh sweet!" You grabbed the rubber ducky and Rubik's cube in the nearest corner, pocketing them. "This should set us way above-"

"Something's behind you!"

"Huh-?!"

All of the sudden, a pair of large arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you back and causing your oxygen tanks to be pressed against the creature's chest-

Wait.

You only knew one Bracken that did that, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh, you scared me! You know you can't keep doing that!"

"Krrrrrr.." The entity purred softly, nuzzling his face against your neck as its leaves rustled with happiness.

With a chuckle, you patted his arm affectionately. "I've missed you, too, buddy. I told you I'd be back."

Knowing it was this Bracken, you felt safer than ever. He had a habit of greeting you this way: by sneaking up behind you like the rest of his species typically did, and attacking you.....not by snapping your neck like a twig, but by embracing and nuzzling you.

Of course, nobody in your crew believed that you've got a dangerous alien predator on Experimentation who always waited for you. Who loved you like a dog and would kill a Thumper for you.

If only they could meet him...but then again, he was shy.

"Don't tell me it's that damn Bracken again...did you tame it or something?"

The staticky voice of your coworker over the walkie-talkie startled the poor Bracken out of the hug, as it dropped you and flared its leaves out, wondering where they were.

"Relax, we're cool." You huffed, annoyed that they spooked your friend. "I gotta conserve my battery so...signal me when it gets close to midnight."

"....fine. Just don't die. Over and out."

After switching off the device, you turned back to him and smiled apologetically. "Don't worry. They're far away, so they won't bother us." You removed your helmet for the moment.

He nodded in understanding, crouching down to get a better look at your human features.

For some reason he never minded prolonged eye contact with you--and that was a good thing....otherwise, you would've been dead a long time ago.

You smiled and patted the top of his head, before he suddenly sprung up and scooped you up into his arms, lifting you completely off the ground. "Woah! Hey! Where are we going?" You asked as he carried you out of the room, taking you somewhere further within the facility.

Considering the Bracken knew his way around, you weren't too concerned with getting lost.

On your way to this unknown destination, you spotted a hoarding bug skittering down the hallway, eyeing the brass bell attached to your belt.....only to freeze as the leafy entity glared at it.

Luckily it understood the appropriate time to make eye contact with a Bracken, as it eventually looked away from him and decided to leave for another part of the facility.

It seems most of the creatures were knew who was the alpha.

'Man, whoever's tracking me must be so confused right now..' You thought to yourself as he continued walking.

Eventually you both arrived at a place many employees dubbed the "Bracken Room": a large open illuminated space with yellowish walls that looked out of place in the facility.

After setting you down on the floor, you looked at the Bracken with confusion, wondering why he decided to bring you here....until he brought you into another hug, wanting to sit down and have you in his lap.

You just smiled and wrapped your arms around him, giggling as he tucked his head underneath your chin, wanting to listen to the sound of a human's heartbeat.

Now you understood.

All he wanted was to take you to a quiet, safe place away from all the other monsters and employees. A place where he could have you to himself...at least for a couple more hours, anyways.

You knew the ship wasn't leaving anytime soon, so you didn't mind keeping him company.

While other Brackens are among the top three reasons employees hated their job...this one made you love it.

You feel so lucky, you'll consider buying a lottery ticket if you ever returned to Earth.

[aromanticannibal]

Ok, Feldup recs post!

Mostly my opinion (which is wildly positive) on his most recent album, Stared at from a Distance.

Warnings, this entire album talks about Feldup's SA from a woman twice his age. It's hard to listen to, it was hard to listen to for me, who suffered through no such experiences and isn't triggered, squicked or made uncomfortable by many things.

First, I'd advise that you listen to the entire album all at once (which breaks throughout if needed), in order and with lyrics (there are subtitles in the linked video). I promise it's worth it. Now for my favorite songs :

Stared at from a Distance (2nd track, 12:06), is obviously incredible and one of my faves. It's pretty long and is way more explicit on what it's talking about than Waters (4:55), the first track (which I really liked too, the music video for it is excellently made as well). I really love the way the instrumental and beat switches throughout to accompany the story, and the end of the song made me think I was going to cry (I just needed to sneeze but tbh it's still crying material). Really good, if you listen to only one song in the album I think it should be this one. (Side note, I'm also wondering if I didn't hear part of that song when I was at Feldup's concert - it was before the album was out, but you know. I don't think I heard all of it, but maybe I just forgot).

Naked and Afraid (3rd track, 3:11) is very good and picks up very well after the second track. It makes you understand that this album really is a story you're following, and you're going to get every detail of it. The following track, Dizzy (4:11) is transitioned to so well I thought it was the same song (it's also excellent), and Fear of Abandonment (4:07) right after is like. Painful. /pos

Shove it (6th track, 03:39) is honestly terrifying to listen to, and it works very well for its subject. I don't even have much to talk about for this one, it's just really good. The 7th track, Moment of Sobriety (5:30) managed to be even scarier, because of how real it gets then (if that makes sense. The whole album is painfully real, and it reminds you of this regularly).

Crying as a Weapon (8th track, 5:20) is where I had to take a break. I think it might be one of the most relatable songs for many people who were abused, not just sexually.

Death of an Illusion (9th track, 10:23) is the other very long track of this album and it is, unsurprisingly, incredible, and one of my absolute favorites. It's also one I could relate to a lot, and its progression is very satisfying. It Never Leaves (9:09) is similar to Death of an Illusion, its continuity, and its ending made me incredibly happy.

The last one, To Love Again (4:49), is the song I enjoyed the less, musically speaking, but one of my favorites nevertheless, and a perfect ending for the album in my opinion. It also has a shift in the... well, not the narration, but I guess the message, somewhat (trying not to spoil because it's so incredible to realize to me), which entirely convinced me this is actually my favorite album of all time construction-wise.

In conclusion, Oh My Fucking God this is so incredible.

Feldup is a great person who writes incredible texts and makes excellent music. The constructions of his songs and the way his story is told throughout eleven tracks is beautiful and heartbreaking and hopeful, and it genuinely is currently changing my brain chemistry /hj. It is so good. It's on Spotify and Bandcamp for sure, and I think it's on most other streaming services, and you still have the Youtube video I linked at the top. Please give it a try.

I'll quickly give my favorite songs from his other album, A Thousand Doors, Just One Key, but they're all really good too : Falling Apart (2nd track, 4:08) which is his most known song as far as I'm aware and is a fucking banger from the first notes, Mental Health (6th, 4:25), Attention (3rd, 3:54), and Stockholm (10th, 11:21), which holds one of my favorite lyrics ever (There is no cure/I am the disease).

Anyways, have a good day or night, stream Feldup's music.

[pyroweasel]

🤡🎢✨⛔💖💌❌👀🤲

🤡 (What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?)

I'll share this WIP line that will probably never see the light of day. You kind of need to know to appreciate it, maybe, but it still kind of makes me laugh. **"Don't fucking touch me - filthy little - do you ever bathe?” 

"I try not to," Peep chirps, and then with a fresh grin they reach both hands out in Hazel's direction - making grabbing motions as if threatening to touch his face."** 🎢 (Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?) Had To Be You, hands down. Mostly because it would so wildly fluctuate from 'this part is so easy let me publish four chapters in a row' to 'I've taken two months to finish this chapter and I still hate it.' It was a good time over all but boy was it a ride to get through. ✨ (Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉) I already did one do I have to do another...(jkjk) I think my long/run-on sentences are pretty well-crafted and tend to add exactly the sort of punch/affect I'm trying to manage. ⛔ (Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?) Oh I have so many of these. I wouldn't even try to list them, but I'll highlight one of my personal favorites. I once had a fic planned that was essentially Addison being assigned Captain on this massive ship who's sole purpose was to transport "precious cargo." Spoiler alert, the cargo was an imprisoned Trep. It was very saucy, very much meant to highlight Trep's abilities as an Imp and was not necessarily destined for a good ending. It would have been fun, I think.

💖 (What made you start writing?) I couldn't tell you, honestly. I've been writing since I was a kid, since before I even remember doing it. We still have one of the first 'books' I ever wrote. What I can say is it's just...everything to me. It's a distraction. It's soothing. It's a way for me to connect with my partner and my friends. When I'm really sad, or really happy, or hell I'll say it even horny, writing is there, you know? I can do anything I want in there. I can write anything I want. I can bring these characters that mean everything to me to life in my own words. I can put them through hell, or get them comfort, or find them love. I can explore the world's brightest themes, and its darkest. I don't know. It's how I get all the things inside out. I don't really have any other creative pursuits that I feel like I'm good enough at to do that, so writing is the way. 💌 (How do you feel about comments and feedback?) I love comments. I love to know what I did right, what resonated, what people are thinking about what could happen next. I also love expressions of joy/enjoyment like keysmashes and such. I'm sensitive to criticism though, even well-meaning criticism, which is purely a me issue but can make getting feedback/comments kind of stressful sometimes. Especially when I'm nervous about a write to begin with.

❌ (What's a trope you will never write?) Never is a strong word because there have been times I've dabbled in things I thought I'd never dabble in. And I honestly can't think of any specific one right now that makes me thing 'ew no never.' I don't enjoy most things centering around pregnancy, though. Little cute moments with pregnant characters is one thing, but I don't like to focus on it much. 👀 (Tell me about an up and coming wip please!)

I have so many WIPs....a few fan favorites in the works are more chapters for the reincarnation AU for Hazing, Fable finally gets to meet Keet's pets, that one chapter for To The Left where these two finally get down, and a scattering of other hazing stuff. 🤲 (Would you please share a snippet of a wip?)

Okay...let me dig one up here. **Home, he thinks - spitting the word in his mind even as his feet turn in its direction. A tiny townhouse he doesn't know the first thing about fixing. A ratty bed, a shitty TV, a computer that barely connects most of the time. The self-inflicted bare minimum because it has never really been his home - only a place for his pets. A place to land when he wanted to rest because where the hell else was he supposed to go? 

It's not his home, he thinks - bitter, angry, aching. 

It's not his home, he thinks - paused outside, glaring up at the shingles and the brick. Humans pass around him - souls whispering at a distance, arching briefly in his direction until they're far enough away to snap free. Busy, loud, and something stings at his eyes. 

"Keet?" 

He starts, turns, and there's Fable. This silly little human who resists his pull but somehow keeps finding him anyway. Who'd held him at his worst, and called themself his friend, and who's here now, again. Standing near his apartment, watching him with a turned head and a curious stare. 

"Are you alright?" 

Keet opens his mouth to answer - closes it again - and then finally, after a second, he says instead,

"What are you doing here?"**

[aewinning]

@bittermachine sent the deep fic writer asks list to me in Discord and asked a whole bunch of them. I figured I'd go ahead and post my answers on tumblr in case anyone else was interested! And of course anyone is free to ask more from the list as well.

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

Getting out a first draft. Once that's there the revision and editing process is a breeze, even if involved. But actually getting words down is sometimes an extremely painful task.

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

If I don't receive feedback or support I'll drift along from project to project when my brain decides it's ready to write something. If people vocally support something I've written and say they want more, that tends to get me thinking about what 'more' would look like and sort of guide my interest that way for my next projects.

9. what's your writing process like?

Sit at computer, open Scrivener (which I have customized to look like the AO3 theme I read in, Reversi), open a cherry Bing energy drink, and start writing. From there I tend to have two modes: distracted, where I can't focus for shit and end up tabbing out often to scroll tumblr or twitter so I don't feel like exploding when the words won't come, or hyperfocused, where I'll sit down and write literally all night or until the fic draft is finished. There is no in-between for me.

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

I've used it to vent heavy feelings before back when I was writing for the Homestuck fandom, but it's also helped me find a fair few friends I wouldn't have found otherwise. It's a good hobby for connecting with people.

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

Cool but not cold, quiet or with instrumental music that fits the vibe and doesn't distract me, no strong smells unless they're sweet (I'm very sensitive to smells), a dim or dark room, a second screen for research, an ergonomic keyboard and a comfy chair, nobody else around, and an endless supply of Bing energy drinks.

Yes, it specifically has to be Bings. I hate the taste of most energy drinks and tea and coffee but the original cherry Bings are a delightful way to perk me up and help me focus. They're also just part of the routine at this point - I think I pavlov'd myself into only being able to write with them or something, back in my Homestuck days. Something else cold and carbonated can at least help me focus in a pinch if I don't have Bings though - it's really the cold bite and the carbonation that help me more than the caffeine.

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

Pride, of course. Not in the sense that I think I'm better than anybody else, but why would I spend the time creating and sharing something I wasn't happy with? Also I have no shame. Live life free of cringe and judgment.

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

Sometimes, and usually in what I guess would be a negative way. Either "wow they write so much, how do they do that?" or "wow, this is so good, I wish I could be that good/write like this." But then at other times I'll come across fic that's wildly ooc or has terrible grammar/spelling/formatting and I'll be like "but at least I'm not *this* bad" and click back out lmao. So it probably balances out.

Occasionally I'll see a fic that's just terrible or has a concept I don't vibe with that has more views/kudos/whatever than mine but in that scenario I tend to just lament for the state of fandom nowadays (old man shakes fist at cloud meme: "so this dreck is what's popular nowadays!?") But I'm aware comparing yourself to others is a bad habit so I try not to do it in either direction, it just manages to sneak through sometimes anyways.

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

Hard question but probably the fact that a few of the people that subscribed to me back during my Homestuck years read my Genshin fic even if they don't play Genshin. I personally don't tend to read fic without the context of the series because the interest just isn't there for me, so it's a huge compliment to me that someone would like my writing enough to stick with me through a fandom change.

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

I usually only write when inspired because it's like pulling teeth otherwise, and not worth the time and frustration. It's a hobby, not an obligation. But by 'inspired' I really mean 'focused' because there are plenty of times where I have inspiration but I'm running up against a mental wall when I try to write.

I've been having this issue recently trying to write Foul Eggacy 3 - the whole thing is plotted and outlined, I have 2.5 scenes written, but for the past few weeks every time I sit down to try to write I only get a few paragraphs written even if I sit all night because I just can't focus and the words won't come easily. I'm trying to push myself more than I usually would on this one because I'd like to release it before Baizhu's release in 3.6, but I won't force it. I'm only going to release it before then if it's done and I'm satisfied with it. I want to get it right the first time.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

I don't really think there's such a thing as an 'ideal' fic but. I guess the dream would be to someday be able to write a longfic of people falling for each other convincingly, with good pacing, a believable scenario, and the hottest fucknasty sex as a payoff for sticking with it. It doesn't have to have much in the way of 'plot' as long as the character and relationship development is good.

I'm just not great at longfic because of my focus and memory issues; I often have to reread what I've already written even in a one-shot fic if it gets too long, to make sure dialogue and tone stays similar throughout a fic and I didn't forget anything. Something like the Foul Eggacy series is already pushing my boundaries since I have an entire AU constructed for it, so I've had to reread the first two fics multiple times while outlining/writing 3 to remind myself what I've already revealed to readers, catch the foreshadowing I dropped, etc. And of course lots of note-checking! But the bigger the work or series, the harder it gets. I have massive respect for people that write good longfic because of my own difficulties with it.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

Friends and a degree of confidence! I've met a *lot* of people over the years through my writing, people that came to follow me on tumblr after reading my fic or talking to me in comments, some of who ended up being good enough friends that we talk regularly on Discord.

As for the confidence, I certainly can't say writing fic has 'fixed' my confidence issues, but getting even a kudos, much less a nice comment or a reblog/retweet/rec of my work, really boosts my mood. And it's nice to feel like putting fic out there is giving back to fandoms that pull me through tough times. Like yeah, I'm sure there are plenty of writers I'll never be as good as - but that's fine. As long as I'm putting a net positive into the world with my fics, helping someone get through a bad day by reading about their fave being wrung dry, that's enough for me.

[angrywildflowerelle]

MY DARLING APOLLO....

How I wish you were here this night,just blessing me with your presence. How I wish you were here with me,comforting me with that beautiful smile of yours. That smile that manages to make all my darkest days just seem instantly brighter...

My darling Apollo.....

I hope you're happy and that you're taking care. I know I promised I'd do the same,but it's been quite the tough ride lately. But I'm okay...cause nothing makes my heart more whole than just the mere thought of you. It's like you're the band aid that I constantly need to mend these broken parts of me. And I'm not complaining...

I know I probably sound too much love struck a little and maybe even pathetic in some parts. You know...allowing myself to fall for you harder and deeper every day. But I prefer it that way. I prefer this endless loop of unreciprocated love. This broken hearted fairytale in which I dream of you as my knight in shining armor and I'm the miserable princess in distress that needs constant saving. It might come across as sad to many and who knows how many of them are actually pitying me secretly. Well...they can stuff it. Cause it really doesn't bother me at all.

It doesn't bother me that one day you might find YOUR "person" and you'll look at her in a way that I can only dream of. Neither does it bother me that she might get a chance to always stare so deeply into those "dragon eyes" of yours that kills me so softly every time. My love for you is endless and it's darker than the darkest blue. And who knows...maybe one day it will end up causing my destruction. But I'm not phased at all.

My darling Apollo.....

I want you to always go ahead and explore the most beautiful and untouched parts of this world, hopefully with the smallest thought of me. Remember? I'm the dimmest,smallest star shining in the constolation. And whenever you look up at the dark,still night,admiring all those bright shiny little stars. Remember...I'm there somewhere too. Always ready to shower you with all my deepest love.

My darling Apollo.....

In grim times like these when my thoughts seem to pound into my skull and my breath seem to get stuck in my throat somehow. I wish you were here...next to me. Just smiling at me and making me feel safe. And how I wish you'd realize how much I yearn just for your touch,just once. Not intimate in any case,but just briefly by our fingers brushing against each other's. Sending electric jolts through my body and making this numbed soul feel alive again...even if it's just for a second. How I wish I could lay my dreary head upon your chest,breathing steadily in rhythm with yours. As you trace little, invisible circles on my bare skin. Making me feel like everything will be okay again.

My darling Apollo.....

In love with your voice is a funny thing to admit. But is there really a part of you that I can't seem but adore so deeply? Your voice...calming even the most turbulent of storms inside of me. Making my caged heart rattle wildly again it's high walls.

When I think of you my love...I fantasize about everything calm and quiet. Like a forest just after the rain. The snow upon the mountain tops in the first days of winter. A longing feeling that can't be explained fully in words,but I'm sure many can relate to. You're my home,my sanctuary and my sanity. And to put you up on this high pedestal might be confusing for others to grasp. But as long as you're aware of how loved you are.

Loved by me,a little wallflower. So plain and broken. So insecure and anxious. But still I somehow forget my worries whenever you pop into mind.

My darling Apollo.....

I guess it's safe to say that I'm in love with you. So madly and deeply in love with you. But at the same time...I understand that you're not mine. That you were never meant to be mine...A realisation I never struggled to accept since I was already aware of that. My heart is elated even at times when it's all alone and so cold. You know why...simply because you're here,in this realm too. Walking underneath the same skies and breathing the same air. Although we're worlds apart, you're always in my heart. Maybe even engraved in my soul.

I hope you realize that I'll never be able to love another like I love you...And that no matter in what realm we might find ourselves in,no matter how many centuries and lifetimes apart. You will always and forever be MY "person",MY darling Apollo.....

[witchboyjimin]

Tumblr please behave and send this ask and the following nicely please please thank you 🙏🏻

Great, now that the Tumblr Gods have hopefully been appeased, let me get onto this message by wildly applauding you for writing 6k words!! Super super good given how much of a headache writing has been for you recently 🏆

Also [my most frequently used word in my messages to you I get the impression lmao] excuse me Nav but the answer to my question? The snippet of text you posted? The sheer richness in images of that text? I love love love it, i love it when language conjures up a scenery in your head and dang you did that artfully there 😍 I wonder- do you tinker around on those parts of writing and reshape what you've writing or is it a free-flowing process for you where you don't revise much?

And if you could have dinner with a person or two, who would you pick and what would you cook/order? Unless this is too personal a question of course <<

AND OMG NAV you- your last message about ILHDYS was so kind and your offer of sharing the progress too omg. First and foremost, I'm honoured shhshrhskaldjdj 😭 and i do love ILHDYS a lot. It combines many factors that, in a fic, are spot on for me and that i love to read. I did mention this in an earlier ask I think but i so ardently love reading drama as well as hurt/comfort in a fic and the way you placed that in ILHDYS is simply so satisfying for me to read. Even its conflict based on miscommunication isn't sth that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head here like it often does when it's used as a tool to create negative friction. It creates just the right amount of argument that it works in this setting. And it did become one of my go to comfort fics over time that i keep returning to regularly. I get what you describe, that feeling of looking at one's old fics and seeing ways to possibly recreate parts of it. And i am curious what you'd change if you could (if this is at all sth you'd indulge in talking about of course). But looking at my old fic, for me, also means i can see the progress I've made even though I'm not actively writing these days.

I'm hoping you're doing okay! I'm sending kisses back :)

- cabin anon ✨

im crying YOUR PRAYER WORKED!!! and thank you so much hehe!! im pretty happy i managed to hit 6k, too. especially given how hard it is to a) write and b) find time to write TTT

thank you my darling!! i think that's a line that just came to me and i wrote it out and liked it just as is. sometimes, you do have to go back and tinker with a line because you know it could pack more of a punch/could be more succinct but other times, the line just comes to you and you're happy with it as is. this was def one of those times!! thank you so much for your kind words crying emoji x 1000000

i would love to have dinner with you kekekeke hmm, you'll have to tell me if you have any allergies and then we can order in whatever your fav food is! i'm a medicore cook so i wouldn't put you through the ordeal of my cooking hjdsbsj

i absolutely agree! i think you can definitely see the progress you've made and it's nice to see your writing improve. i think with ilhdys, it could be a tighter fic, like some of the scenes are over-indulgent and run too long but then i think, the readers really love the fluff lololol i think the other thing i'd change is i'd want the stakes to be higher or at the very least, i'd want to jeongguk and jimin to maybe be a little nastier to each other cause i think in real life, people are. but at the same time, i understand that ilhdys is a comfort read and the way it's set up, it's meant to be low stakes. i'm so very glad that you love ilhdys so much and that it can be a comfort read to you. honestly, i feel like you've single-handedly given me back a lot of my confidence with writing. when i doubt myself these days i'm like...it's okay cabin anonie ✨ believes in you. i am so so so so so very grateful to you. thank you so much 💛💛💛💛💛💛 and the offer very much still stands! if you ever want to read the fic, let me know! if you want to stay anon, we can figure out some way to keep it that way.

makes a heart over my head pls take care of yourself! and sending you lots of love chu~

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Giggles On Set

Thank you so much @gladdygirl18 for the prompt! It was super adorable and easy to write since I still can’t get a certain video out of my head... I hope you enjoy!

You couldn't hold back your grin as you looked around the set for Wandavision. Your big sister Lizzie knew that you were feeling upset because you really missed not having her around, especially during lockdown. So one day, she turned up randomly on your mom's doorstep and invited you to come and watch her new show being filmed. 

You couldn't believe your ears, you adored your big sister's role as Wanda in the Avengers, and now there's going to be a show with her and Paul as the stars. You were so happy for them.

You got to sit in Lizzie's seat and watch her with absolute adoration, she was amazing at her job and she never failed to put 100% into her work, you really could watch her for the rest of eternity. But unfortunately, the show was only going to be nine episodes long. 

It wasn't long before the director called for a fifteen minute break, so you jumped off your seat and bounced over to Lizzie, a permanent grin on your face as you gave her a huge hug.

Lizzie smiled fondly and hugged you back. "Having fun?" She asked, giving you a squeeze as you immediately nodded. "You're so amazing at this!" You complimented, giggling when you felt Lizzie give your ribs a cheeky squeeze before pulling away. "You're too kind, now I've gotta go give my make-up a little retouch. Wanna come?"

"Yes! As long as you do my make-up too." You replied with a cheeky grin as the two of you began walking over to Wanda's dressing room, heading straight to the make-up dresser. You cheekily sat down in her seat, smiling up at her as she simply sat down on your lap as if you weren't even there and started touching up her make-up.

Lizzie adored having you as a little sister, she made sure you were well aware of the fact that you will always be her baby sister and she will always take advantage of that. You didn't mind though, you two loved messing around with each other, you had the sibling relationship a lot of people dream of having. 

"Well, I don't know where Y/N went, it's a shame, because I was gonna make her look even prettier than she already is." Lizzie hummed as she added the last bit of powder to hold her newly added concealer. Once she had both hands free, she casually skittered her nails onto your knees, making you squeal and kick out. You naturally squeezed her sides in response, figuring that was the only way to get her up.

Lizzie squinted her eyes at you playfully. "Watch it, or I'll make you look like Paul." She teased, grinning cheekily up at Paul, who had come in to give the two of you some water." Paul just chuckled and shook his head. "Well that isn't very kind." He replied, though his grin showed that he wasn't phased by her comment as he soon left the two of you to it.

The two of you giggled as Lizzie began priming your face, before grabbing her foundation brush and foundation. "I think we're the same shade." She mumbled to herself, before carefully beginning to apply the foundation to your face, being sure to blend it in well. 

You managed to stay still through the most of it, but when she began to blend the foundation down to your neck, you couldn't help but giggle and flinch away. "Keep still!" Lizzie chuckled fondly as she kept brushing down your neck, but you couldn't help but giggle and scrunch your shoulders up, shaking your head at the awful feeling.

"Right, that's it." Your sister smirked and put the brush to one side and launched her fingers to your sides, scribbling wildly. She smiled as you burst into giggles after your eyes widened in surprise. You threw your head back off the seat and shoved at her shoulders. "Nahahahaohohoho!"

"You should've kept still, Y/N! Now I'm just gonna keep tickling you until I have to go back on set!" She teased, now squeezing up and down your thighs.

She was glad to see you like this, your mom kept telling Lizzie about how worried she was about your mental health, you really missed her coming to visit so often. Plus, whenever you and Lizzie FaceTimed, she could tell how fake your expressions were, the depression was really sinking into you, so she knew you needed this relief.

"I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY!" You squealed out, trying to keep still so you wouldn't kick your sister and ruin her outfit, but it was hard when she was tickling your awfully sensitive thighs.

"Well, I guess you're forgiven, but we both know you need this laugh, so I think I'd be a horrible big sister if I stopped now, don't you think?" She asked you with raised eyebrows before digging into your ribs, smirking since she knew how sensitive that spot was.

"Hey, remember what I used to play on you when we were little?" She asked, casually wriggling a single finger against your rib, making you cackle and nod in response. "DOHOHOHOHON'T DOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIT!" You giggled nervously, trying to sound as threatening as possible as Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"Sorry sis, I gotta make sure you have all your ribs!" She teased, making sure she wriggled her finger up each rib, giggling along with you as you squealed and shoved at her hand. She rolled her eyes and started at the bottom, making you whine and try to wriggle away. "What? I got distracted by your adorable laughter!" She teased, continuing to count out loud as she moved up your ribs.

Eventually, she finished counting your ribs and wasted no time in holding one of your legs down, she smirked up at you and raised her eyebrows before gently squeezing into the awfully sensitive spot above your knee.

"Ha! Still super ticklish here I see." She grinned, watching as you thrashed and cackled with laughter. You couldn't hold back your helpless squeals as your other leg occasionally kicked Lizzie, making her gasp and switch legs. "THIHIHIHIS IS SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!" You yelped, your laughter soon falling silent.

Your big sister chuckled. "Alright, alright." She smiled and let you go, brushing your hair out of your face so she could see your genuine smile. Once you regained your breath, you jumped into your big sisters arms and hugged her tightly. "Thank you... for everything."  You mumbled into her shoulder.

Lizzie smiled fondly, happily hugging you back as she rubbed your back. "It's just nice to see you happy." She replied, soon hearing the call to go back on set. She pulled away after giving your cheek a quick kiss. "Right, let's finish this off so we can go and get some Maccies." She said with a smile, standing up and leading the two of you out and back on set.

You took your seat and watched as your sister got back into character. You felt a million times better now, and you were so grateful to have a sister with a huge, loving heart, who would do anything to see you smile.

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Put On Your Raincoats #21 | Double Chinn Double (Double) Feature (with Hyapatia Lee)

By the time the '80s rolled around, Bob Chinn, best known for his collaborations with John Holmes (the inspiration for Boogie Nights), had been directing movies for over a decade. For much of that time, he'd been making them for peanuts (in an interview with the Rialto Report, he recounts being once asked to make a movie for five thousand dollars, which was handed to him in fifties on the spot), but in the early '80s, he was directing for Harry Mohney's Caribbean Films, working with respectable budgets (by porn standards). Some of these films starred Hyapatia Lee, one of the most popular porn stars of the era and one of the first contract girls. Now, I suspect these aren't necessarily the defining works of Chinn's career, and I do intend to get to some of his movies with Holmes. But Vinegar Syndrome had a sale and there were two double features of their collaborations going for dirt cheap, and because I am weak and foolish with money, they ended up in my cart and a few weeks later in my grubby little paws. How did this happen? Through the magic of Canada Post, of course! Anyway, what I found was that these didn't represents any extremes of artistic ambition. They were neither seeking to elevate the genre, nor were they hackwork. Rather, they represent a happy medium, movies that seek to deliver the genre's goods in a polished, diverting package. Slick cinematography, courtesy of Jack Remy. Catchy theme songs that wouldn't sound out of place if you caught them on the radio. Flashy titles. Lee recounted the atmosphere on set as one of professionalism and engagement, where everyone present wanted to do as good a job as possible. Chinn claims to have been losing interest in his work at this point, but the results onscreen are the result of confident execution by somebody who had been doing this kind of thing for years and knew how to put the production's resources to good use.

The first one I watched was The Young Like it Hot, where the operators at a phone company worry about being replaced by computers. To keep their jobs, they scheme to go the extra mile in helping their callers. As this is a porno, most of this help is sexual in nature, as when Rosa Lee Kimball stays on the line while an obscene phone caller played by Bill Margold finishes. (In an interview on the DVD, Margold says after shooting his scene, he was invited to record additional dialogue. Being the method actor that he was, he insisted on whipping it out during the recording session despite the lack of cameras.) Sometimes they are informative, as when Bud Lee (real life husband of Hyapatia at the time) explains why the perineum is referred to as taint ("cuz it taint cunt and it taint ass"). But the highlight of their efforts are Shauna Grant's increasingly life threatening home improvement advice to one poor sap played by Joey Silvera. Hyapatia Lee is ostensibly the star, and has a certain charisma, playing the supervisor, but this is really an ensemble piece, and she's joined by more experienced actors like Kay Parker and Eric Edwards. The latter I've occasionally found bland elsewhere, but he has a nice obnoxious quality that serves him well as the villainous manager whose idea it is the automate the operators' jobs. The movie reflects a very real concern (that's very much still an issue in the modern workplace), but overall this is a breezy, affable comedy.

A bit more serious in tone is Sweet Young Foxes, a coming of age story whose dramatic parts are more sensitively realized than I expected. The screenplay was written by Deborah Sullivan, Bob Chinn's wife at the time, and this is a case where a movie definitely benefited from having been written by a woman, and it seems like an earnest effort to capture the anxieties and yearnings of its young women protagonists. Lee moves closer to a real starring role, and is joined by Cara Lott and Cindy Carver as her friends, who aren't quite as strong actors as her but do have decent chemistry. I can believe they're friends even if their line delivery can be stilted. (That the movie has a good ear for genuine sounding dialogue also helps.) Kay Parker is especially good as Lee's mother, hitting some of the same notes as Taboo, and has a credibly emotional masturbation scene in front of a mirror that did not leave me unmoved. (In what way? That's none of your damn business.) This was shot by Jack Remy, the same cinematographer who worked on The Young Like it Hot. That movie looked nice and slick, but this one is a little more stylish, with the solo sex scenes in particular resembling magazine centerfolds. There's also some nice new-wave-ish music that shows up on the soundtrack, which I certainly didn't mind. I do wish some of the sex scenes didn't run quite as long (the previous movie kept them refreshingly concise) as I'd prefer more of the runtime was dedicated to the dramatic elements, but what's there is still good.

Body Girls goes back firmly to comedy territory, where Hyapatia Lee and the members of her gym are trying to win a bodybuilding contest despite a rival gym's attempts to undermine them. This comes in the form of a pair of schlubs in yellow tank tops who break into the gym after hours to sabotage their equipment, only to be foiled by Hyapatia and her girls who just happened to be having sex in the locker room as people do. Of course, despite Lee's attempts to teach them a lesson (which depending on your proclivities, may have the opposite effect), they don't give up, and during the contest threaten the judge at gunpoint. Not one to take things lying down (okay, poor choice of words here), Lee finds a way to influence the judge back in her favour. (The judge is played by Francois Papillon, bringing a dopey charm to the character as he fumbles through his lines in his French accent.) Her method is pretty ridiculous and certainly in service of genre requirements, but I did laugh.

Now, there's probably a dilemma in audience sympathy here as both Lee and her rivals are cheating, but Lee's methods are more agreeable and directed at the judge instead of her rivals so I guess we ought to root for her. She's also buoyant, charismatic and has a real star quality, and is joined by such fan favourites as Shanna McCullough and Erica Boyer, all of whom sport wildly different hairstyles. As can be expected given the exercise theme, most of the ladies have toned, athletic bodies (and given the decade, voluminous coiffures), with the exception of Tigr, who brings a wiry punkish energy that stood out to me despite her limited screentime, and she also performs the miraculous feat of making a mullet look cute. (I'd previously been moved by her work in Kamikaze Hearts, the great mockumentary about a porn production and her relationship with Sharon Mitchell. She didn't stay in the industry for too long, but I'd be interested in seeing more of her work.) The screenplay was written by Lee with her husband Bud (who plays the judge's assistant with an agreeable presence that's neither too alpha nor too schlubby) and is full of exercise-related dialogue. Most of this is pretty clunky and calling it wordplay might be a bit generous ("sexercise" features at one point), but I did appreciate the effort. Also as is requisite for the premise, the longest set piece in the movie is an orgy in Lee's gym with the various participants snaked around different pieces of equipment. I must note that one of the male actors resembles Barry Gibb and that Francois Papillon is shown to wear a tiger-striped speedo. Did I enjoy the movie? Yes, but not for reasons cited in that sentence.

At the end of Body Girls, Bud Lee suggests to Hyapatia, "Let's get physical", which is the title of the next movie. (Body Girls also features a character looking at dirty magazine with stills from Sweet Young Foxes and ends with a plug for some of these other movies, anticipating the MCU's narrative and marketing strategies by a few decades.) Now, all of these movies have had decent theme songs, but the one in Let's Get Physical has lyrics that are plagiaristically close to those of Olivia Newton-John's 1983 hit. (The delivery however is more shrill but not unpleasing.) This movie is a drama where Lee plays a dance instructor trying to put together a ballet performance despite her strained relationship with her impotent husband played by Paul Thomas. (In the interview I listened to, Lee speaks well of almost everyone she worked with on these films, with the pointed exception of Paul Thomas. If there was bitterness behind the scenes, it arguably helps their performances.)

Lee wrote the screenplay for this one, and unlike Body Girls with its surface level references to bodybuilding and exercise, the dialogue here feels packed with knowledge of the real thing, which is understandable given Lee's real life interest in dance going back to her childhood. (I looked up "Luigi jazz dancing" after finishing the movie and was pleasantly surprised to learn it was a real thing.) This movie goes all in on her star power, and features a number of dance numbers that seem genuinely interested in the form rather than just leering at the performers. (There is one scene where the song Lee dances to sounds suspiciously like "Beat It".) I did appreciate that the sex scenes were kept relatively concise and tied into the dramatic aspects, although in some cases, the choices made could be goofy, like the scene where Lee makes love to her student Shanna McCullough while Thomas, in a dramatically justified but still awkward gesture, watches from another room and jacks off. (I assume he's playing the audience in this scene. Also, McCullough's character remarks "I've never done this before" when going down on Lee, and yeah, okay Shanna.) Other highlights include a car stunt that may or may not have been lifted from elsewhere but still looks decently executed, as well as a dream sequence where Thomas (or his character at least) plays the piano and sings a song. This is held back a bit by the genre's demands, like when it places a completely superfluous sex scene at the end after Lee's reconciliation with Thomas, but on the whole this is probably the best one of the lot.

[aliveandfullofjoy]

Review: Minari (Chung, 2020)

"Remember what we said when we got married? That we'd move to America and save each other?"

Lee Isaac Chung's Minari has been very high on my watchlist for 2020 since I first heard about its success at Sundance in January. Even with indulging in some virtual film festivals over the last few months, somehow I managed to miss snagging tickets for this film. You can imagine how happy I was to be able to grab tickets for a screening through the Hawaiian International Film Festival! I diligently put it in my calendar -- Thursday, November 5 from 7pm! -- and my girlfriend and I made sure to keep that evening free.

I like to think I'm a fairly intelligent person, but if I'm being brutally honest with myself, there are times when I lack common sense. This whole incident was a very helpful lesson in making note of time zones. We live on the east coast, so we used Eastern Standard Time. The ticketing website for HIFF didn't mention a time zone: they shouldn't have to, because they're based out of Hawaii.

And that's how I ended up watching Minari at midnight. Maybe not an ideal situation, but it made the experience that much more memorable.

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Minari is a beautiful film, one that's filled with a real sense of hope for the American dream. Director and writer Lee Isaach Chung has based the film on his own experiences growing up in rural Arkansas, and he doesn't shy away from the Yi family's sense of displacement. They don't encounter any Green Book-level racists, but the film does gracefully confront the casual racism and "otherness" in the way the family's white neighbors treat them. Graceful is the word for Minari as a whole, actually: Chung tackles numerous complex family conflicts in the film and explores them in a way that feels honest and mature without being overly sentimental or juvenile. It's a wildly impressive tightrope act that the film is perfectly balanced between the perspectives of father (Steven Yeun) and son (Alan S. Kim).

The cast is uniformly superb. Kim will certainly be the cutest onscreen kid of the year (the screening I saw opened with an introduction from him which was insanely endearing), but he's incredibly believable as young David. Kim spends most of the film sparring with his older sister, played by the delightful Noel Kate Cho, and his eccentric grandmother, played by Youn Yuh-jung. If there's any justice, Youn will be nominated for an Oscar for her work in this film: her chemistry with Kim is terrific, and she's effortlessly hilarious and instantly endearing from her first scene. Her performance only deepens and grows more moving as the film progresses, and by the end, she's become one of Minari's most vital assets. She'll make you laugh and she'll probably make you cry.

The heads of the Yi family are played beautifully by Yeun and Han Yeri. This was my first experience seeing Han in anything, and while she's working with a mostly introverted character, she kind of rocked my world. There's not a false note in her entire performance, and her quiet, simmering resentment for her husband is the perfect foil for Yeun. Yeun, however, gives not only the most memorable and most moving performance in the film, but surely one of the very best of the year. In stark contrast to his terrifying work in Burning, his performance in Minari is astounding in its strength, its maturity, and its openness. Not to make everything about the Oscars, but if Yeun doesn't get a nomination for this exceptional performance, there's even less justice in the world than we thought.

I'm rambling, but I truly loved this film. There were small things here and there that stuck out as quirks I'd like to take a closer look at, but by and large, Minari is a triumph. Chung has tapped into his childhood memories and crafted a gorgeous, melancholy American epic. I genuinely can't wait to watch it again.

[blackberrywidow]

Imagine all the shit Tony did unknowingly after his Daughter obliviated him. Like you said he was missing a piece of himself. So that'd be an interesting thing and I'd like the hear what you think.

So sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, it’s been a crazy week. Also, I fucked with the timeline a bit because I can, so here we go:

Tony watches his daughter leave on a train only months after her eleventh birthday, smiling through the tears and waving wildly at him through the window. Tony doesn’t cry then, at least not until he’s in the backseat of his car, letting Happy drive him to the airport for once as tears stream down his face. 

He’s happy though. Happy that his daughter is special in this tangible way, even though he’s known she is all along. Happy that she’s so happy to be going off to boarding school to learn how to be a wizard, or whatever the hell it is she’ll be doing there. 

When he gets home, he throws himself into work in a way that he hasn’t for years. He builds things that can destroy because it’s the one thing he’s good at. Other than being a father, of course. Which is something he would have never thought after being left as the sole caregiver of a little girl 11 years ago, but hey. He’s actually managed just fine, thank you very much. 

The next time he sees, his daughter is 12 and carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. The next time he sees her is the last, and it’s not even a memory he will be able to hold onto in the years to come. 

This time, when she cries, it’s an ugly sobbing sound that rips from her chest, not nervous laughter and fond goodbyes. It’s final and fleeting, just as the flick of her wand and the whispered “obliviate” that falls from her lips. 

It’s a memory that would haunt Tony, if only it were one he could keep. 

It was a difficult task for a twelve year old to complete– erasing her existence entirely from the world. But it was necessary. There was evil waiting for people like her, and even at a young age she knew that she would have to take a stand. One that had incredible potential to put her family in danger. So she would do what she could to protect him and the world, to make her father proud even if he would never realize it. 

So she erased herself from the pictures, from the videos, from the little press coverage her father allowed her to be in, from the minds of family and strangers alike. And if anyone wondered for the briefest of seconds what happened to Tony Stark’s daughter, they would find nothing but the strangest sense that they were sure there had been a Stark heir despite the clear evidence that no such girl had ever existed. But they would move on, and so did Tony. 

He worked and he drank and he slept around and he found himself staring at the pictures on his wall that seemed like they had held something more at some point. 

He saw a joy in the face that looked back at him from a gondola in Venice, a beach in Greece, an amusement park in California, of all things. A joy that was as foreign and strange to Tony as the inexplicable nostalgia that ached in his chest whenever he saw a father swing his daughter up on his shoulders or clutch her hand tightly when maneuvering the busy streets of New York. 

He saw a stranger that he couldn’t remember being, and was faced with a resulting void that he tried to fill with as much movement as possible. 

He bounced from project to project, demonstration to demonstration, bar to bar, and woman to woman to fulfill the restlessness that pushed at him. Pushed him to move, to find, to remember. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t so he just kept moving without any care as to where he went. As long as he wasn’t standing still, wondering about who he was supposed to be and comparing it to who he was, he was fine. He could survive. 

He had Pepper and Rhodey and Happy, of course, but they seemed just as confused as he was. They stood by him through all the destruction and disaster, and he never even thanked them for it, but he was glad all the same. They loved him, though he couldn’t fathom why, and he tried to make it enough.

It never was. 

But he pushed on anyway, and when Afghanistan happened and he was forced to reevaluate his entire life, he thought maybe he had found what he was looking for. A sense of purpose, a legacy of heroism, and (later, after the Battle of New York and the Avengers) a sort of family that could actually work. 

It still never felt like it was quite enough.

His daughter, for her part, did her best to stay focused. She learned as much as she could, trained even when she didn’t have the will to keep standing, and made herself known as some reliable, resilient, a force to be recounted with and counted upon to do what needed to be done. 

But she was still a Stark and still a daughter, though it no longer felt like it.

She watched her father go missing and mourned him, attempted to search for him but was restricted by rules and teachers that were looking out for her best interests. She had never felt trapped before, but she certainly did then and was faced with the very real possibility that she had extracted herself from her father’s life forever and no longer had a home to return to after she helped defeat Voldemort (because she would, obviously; she was a Stark after all). 

For the first time, she thought that perhaps she had made a mistake in protecting her father from the truth, and had subsequently played a part in his death. 

She grieved and she let her guilt consume her and she did nothing. And that is what she regrets most of all when she finally sees the newspapers with her father’s gaunt, haunted eyes staring back at her. 

Still, she does nothing but resolve to work harder. For her father and the rest of the world, even if they would never know it.

She tells herself that every time she receives news that her father has almost died (always long after she could have intervened, something she wonders at whenever Dumbledore brings her news of her hero father and his death-defying stunts). She tells herself she is proud to have a father so brave and heroic, even if he doesn’t know he exists. She tells herself she is merely following in his footsteps as she resolves to keep her distance. 

But mostly, she fears for him.Yet she has no time to really give that fear much thought when Dementors and the Ministry are invading her home and suddenly she’s forced into the role she always knew she would take: a solider. 

She stops hearing about her father entirely once Dumbledore is gone, and she finds that she doesn’t have much time to worry about him anyway once the Deatheaters come. 

It isn’t until she is 18 and battle-worn that Tony Stark’s daughter comes home, a little weary, a little afraid, but ready to take back her family now that she’s done her part in saving them. 

The first thing she sees when she pops into the kitchen is her father, half-smiling at something the blonde man with a hammer is saying, and she thinks that his smiles used to be more radiant. Heartfelt. But it’s been along time, and she considers the possibility that she has remembered incorrectly. It’s a thought that makes her unbearably sad, but it isn’t one she can entertain for long because suddenly six superheroes are seconds away from attacking her. 

It’s possible that breaking into the home base of the world’s mightiest heroes may not have been the best plan, but she’s a Stark, which is practically synonymous with “impatient” and this is her home. It’s also something easy enough to rectify when you have magic. 

So she whips out her wand, a sight apparently confusing enough to earn her a few seconds. Enough to say the word and change Tony’s world for the third time in his life. 

This time when they cry, it’s together, wrapped up in an embrace so tight she thinks she may suffocate. But this is her father and he remembers, so it’s a possibility she’s willing to face, just so long as he never lets go of her again. 

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

CSUAVS prt 35 update. I know what you might think but I'd decided this route before I stalked you

This... This wasn't possible. Sitting in the pilot's chair, trying to manually override the shuttles automatic programming, Lance's heart was pounding almost as fiercely as his head.... and the rest of his body. Keith knew about his finger, but he didn't need to know about the rest of what had happened in that room before he was brought in. There was a reason he wasn't in the same clothes he'd in, and it wasn't just due to the blood from losing his finger. The samples taken from him of a much more intimate nature, because for some reason they knew about his body's "abnormalities". They hadn't gone past probing, but it'd been enough to send him into a panic attack. When they didn't know what to do about it, they'd drugged him up and brought Keith in. Yet, all of that had been pushed aside when he'd seen the dead Altean laying on the floor of the shuttle. The man hadn't looked like that when he was cuffing the other officers together... He'd still looked buff and foreign to him, not being a Galra... but an Altean. Lance had no idea what to do. He wasn't stupid. He knew that there were good and bad people, no matter what the race was... but... he just couldn't... he had no idea what this meant. Lotor had rounded up all the old Altean's to form his new colony, and something about the dead man screamed at him that he wasn't from new Altea. He didn't understand... He really... just... "Lance?" And then there was Keith. Keith who was his whole world. Keith who'd they hurt and Keith who thought he'd murdered the officers on the shuttle. Not that he could blame him. He was a murderer, and he wanted to slaughter everyone who'd touched Keith, but... the look on his face. Lance had never seen something like that... at least not on Keith's face. It'd broken his heart, and nearly sent him spiralling. No. It had sent him spiralling... He was lying to Keith, or rather not telling him the truth because there was literally nothing that could change what had happened in the outpost. There was a dead Altean in the shuttle bay. Keith was hiding how badly busted up he was, and how painful his wrist must be... oh, and they were probably about to die... "Lance?" Nudging his foot with his, Lance winced at the contact. He'd gone from craving Keith's touch, to not being able to handle anything against his skin again "I'm here" His wrapped up left hand made tinkering with wires hard. He'd already been shocked and was sure he'd lit the edge of his bandages on fire in the process "I couldn't hail Shiro or my mother, I did send messages. To the Atlas, and to Daibazaal. If Kolivan's there, he'll coordinate with her" Shiro. Shiro and Krolia. Lance didn't know how he was ever going to face the pair of them again. "Shame" and "self loathing" failed to describe what he felt about the pair. They were the most important people in Keith's life, despite what he might say. They held the most sway over Keith, and both were fiercely protective of him. And now he'd been tortured, kept prisoner, and was sporting some pretty serious damage to his wrist... What if what they'd done to him spelled the end of Keith's work for the Blades? How was he supposed to live with that? He'd been prepared not to come back from all of this... He couldn't go through with Keith to think of. He had to get him home safely and back to his family. It didn't mean Lance didn't believe Keith loved him, but things were going to get messy. No doubt Shiro would lecture him for being reckless. Krolia would be mad for endangering Keith. Veronica and Hunk had to know he'd been lying through his teeth about his job, and Acxa would probably be plotting his death despite the fact Veronica would be mad. Actually. No. They were probably plotting his death together... Going back to all of that wasn't appealing at all. "Did you hear me?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was concentrating on these wires" Another lie. He had no idea what he was doing under there. He'd had to shoot the dash half a dozen times to create a hole big enough for him to get into the wires as it was "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No. To be honest I've never had to climb under the dash of one of these. All these wires look the same" They were all black. He could trace them from the controls, but then they disappeared down into the floor where he couldn't get to them "Come out then. We've got about half a varga until we reach our destination. You need to get changed" So they were going with his plan? Lance had zero confidence that they'd be accepted as officers. Both their body types were wildly off. Keith had the height, but failed on the width. Lance had neither. He also wasn't able to stand upright properly thanks to the pain from probing between his legs. Unfortunately none of their escort were carrying any sedatives or drugs the could used to take the pain away. When he failed to reply to Keith, Keith grabbed by the ankle and pulled, Lance barely able to stop from kicking out in defence at the action that sent his pain ricocheting through his abused body. Everything hurt so badly he didn't know how he was still conscious. Coming out from under the dash, Keith was holding his ribs as he straightened up, reminding Lance that he couldn't show any more pain or discomfort to his boyfriend. He needed to pull on his mask and play Leandro. Leandro could do things that Lance could only dream of. Leandro could save Keith, where as Lance would only slow him down. Maybe there was something on one of the officers he could use to hide his face. He felt naked without his body suit, and ashamed of the flickering marks on his cheeks. He'd copped a glimpse of them in the cold metal under the dash, the pulsing blue almost as cruel as Allura who was standing off to the corner with her arms crossed. She'd already scolded him for his behaviour, talking right over Keith as Keith tried to comfort him. He wanted her gone again. He wanted his head freed of her voicing all his horrible innermost thoughts. It wasn't fair that he had to see her, not when he was in this much pain... and not when there was a dead Altean in the back of the ship. She'd never have understood that Keith killing the man had been accident... She would say she would, but he knew better. Biting the insides of his already chewed up cheeks, Lance was slightly proud that he managed not to moan or groan as he climbed to his feet, brushing past Keith as he headed into the back of the shuttle to prepare. They only had one shot at taking the enemy by surprise, so he had to bring his A game. No matter what it cost him, he needed to save Keith. * Dressed in a stolen uniform, Lance had found a black strip of cloth to cover the lower half of his face with. It didn't hide the shaven part of his head, where they'd taken some kind of sample from inside that he really didn't want to think about, but it did hide his ears and muffle his gasp of surprise. Everyone had called the "satellite" a satellite. Having never been there, and given that access was limited to those who worked at the outpost, Lance never imagined it would be as large as it was. With a main planetary body, of glowing purple, in the middle of the station, various walkways extended out to man-made rings. Despite appearing fixed to be fixed in place by said walkways, the rings also appeared to be rotating, though that wasn't possible. "Are you seeing this?" Given he was right beside Keith, the question was stupid "Yeah... I never knew it was so big" "It's a hell of a lot bigger than I expected it to be" "That makes two of us. It's supposed to be Galran in origin, isn't it?" The ion canons mounted on the four "points" visible to them, would confirm that argument "I think so. I don't know about the planet though" "I guess we're about to find out" Cutting through the artificial lights and the darkness of space, a tractor beam was projected from the planet. The shuttle shuddering as it was caught in its beam. This was it. This was go time "We should get in the back. You've got the three blades, don't you?" Keith nodded "Yeah, and the blaster" Shiro hadn't replied, neither had Krolia. With all the hinky time stuff going on out in this sector of space, Lance had no idea how much time had passed for either of them. Or for his team. Daehra wasn't going to be happy "Good. Remember the plan?" "If it moves, take it down. But try to stay out of sight" Keith sounded like he'd repeated the words a million and one times. They hadn't been able to get to the control room of the outpost, and with how wounded they were, they were now focusing on escaping rather than capture. Thought that plan might have to join the others in scrap heap because he had no clear idea how the quiznak anyone could possibly escape when the place looked like death. Maybe they should have just enjoyed the ride in the back? They wouldn't have been subjected to the crushing doom that was flooding through them right now. Lance liked to pretend Keith was feeling just as uncertain as he was, despite the fact Keith had probably done the very same thing in nearly matching circumstances before. He knew his accidental husband had issues with satellites after the Kuron thing, so knew that there was no way Keith was feeling as cool as he looked "Yeah. Right. Let's get ready" Coming to a stop in a small hangar, the door lowered to show no one. Literally, no one. Staying where they were, all Lance could hear was a buzzing noise that had started the moment the ramp had dropped. To him it sounded like ants scurrying around inside his brain. A busy kind of humming that set something inside of him on edge. Waiting on Keith, Keith gave a nod "I'll take lead" Leaving his blaster powered up, Lance nodded. Slipping out the shuttle, Keith scanned the area "It's clear" This didn't make sense. There should have been someone there to great the shuttle. The officers were hired goons who shared a braincell between them. Even a teaspoon was smarter. Not unbelieving of Keith, but rather the situation, Lance raised the blaster to survey the air with the scope. There really was nothing in the docking space... nothing at all "Lance?" "No targets..." Something nagged at him, and it hit on his third sweep of the area "There are no other ships in this hangar... We're going to need to find another way out" Swearing softly, keith ran his fingers through his hair, before scratching at the back of his head "Ok. We'll get up to those gangplanks and follow them through. Hopefully they'll lead to a main corridor or a vent grate" "You have an obsession with vent grates" "It's all about finding what works. Can you make it up the stairs?" One each side of the room was a set of steps leading up to long thin gangplanks. Off centre to the left was what looked like elevator doors. The Cuban was tempted to throw caution to the wind and go for the elevator, yet had no confidence in his own decision making skills "I'll have to be fine, won't I? Let's head out" This was nothing like when they'd drunkenly played at being secret agents on the Atlas. Lance's legs burned, and it was growing increasingly hard to draw a breath. By the time they were halfway up the steps, he was sweating so profusely that he was wondering if this was how Coran felt with a case of the "slipperies". Still, he kept his mouth shut and ignored how good Keith's arse looked as he pressed on. Leandro didn't have time to ogle his teammates. Reaching the top of the steps, Keith immediately turned left to head back along the gangplank towards the elevator. Wiping the sweat out his eyes with bandaged hand, it wasn't until a few ticks later that he could make out what seemed to be a door at the end of it. Trust Keith to find the answer to the question before it was even asked. This is why everyone needed Keith, and no one needed him. He was useless on his own. A failure as team leader, and a failure of a boyfriend. Stumbling on behind Keith, he couldn't get rid of the buzzing or the voice in his head, so chalked them both down to him going through withdrawal again. He'd only taken the bare minimum with him when he'd met up with Th'al. Hiding his injections from her had been awkward, and he'd barely had enough for the trip. All of this was something that had come to mind without invitation and was now spurring on that voice again. God. Why couldn't he stop being a nasty little bitch? Right. Withdrawal. He'd brought all of this on himself. Reaching the door, Keith tried to the handle. Both of them blinking in confusion at the blue light that bathed the corridor ahead of them. It reminded Lance of the ocean... only this blue light was coming from status pod after status pod... that looked eerily like the rows of status pods in the castle... with a sharp, almost mechanical grating noise, the pressure in his head swelled all at once, Lance stumbling hard into the closest pod as both hands went to his head. Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right with all of this... Grabbing Lance by the wrists, Keith pulled his hands away from hair as Lance whimpered. The sounds in his head becoming less like busy worker ants and more like a muddled conversation he couldn't tune into. Released by Keith, he next found himself pushed up by the shoulders against the pod. His boyfriend's lips were moving, but he couldn't hear anything over the noise. Shaking his head, Keith didn't get what was happening "I can't hear you!" Lance had no idea how loud the words were, only that Keith flinched, so he was probably yelling. Starting to speak again, Lance shook his head again at the half-Galra "Something's wrong. We need to go" Releasing the pressure against Lance's shoulders, Keith stepped back to grab up the blaster and push it into his hands. Pointing along the hall, Lance nodded that he got that that was the way Keith was leading them. Moving away from the pod, some kind of guilt niggled at him over being pushed up against what was essentially someone's grave. Turning to look, he found himself eye to eye with a withered Galra. He knew he should look away, but the Galra's eyes were open and he physically couldn't break the connection. The glass between them sliding up, though Lance didn't know. His body seemingly paralysed on the spot... Gradually an image filled his mind, so real that it became his reality. Keith was laying in pool of blood. The Galra missing most of his right side. His internal organs spilling out from where his hands tried to hold them in. Hacking up blood, Keith raised his head to gaze in Lance's direction, bloodied lips forming words that Lance shouldn't have even able to hear perfectly "You did this to me" Five small words that had him screaming. In front of him, a shot came out of nowhere, Keith's brains blown across the ground he was laying on. All at once, everything disappeared. Lance looking down to find blood splattered across the stolen uniform and the Galra dead at his feet. "Lance? Lance, are you back with me?" Swallowing hard, Keith's words were slight clearer, even with the ringing. Had Keith raised his voice, or was this related to the now dead Galra? "Yes... I..." His whole body trembled. He could see Keith in front of him, like the lingering image of whatever that had been had branded itself in his brain. Tilting sideways, Keith caught him before he could hit the ground "What happened?" "You died. You died right there" "Babe, I'm not dead. But we're going to be if we don't move" That... his heart was racing. He could smell blood. He couldn't... Keith like that... it was a very real possibility "Babe, breathe. I'm ok" Keith was starting to fade out again as the buzzing began to grow again. When his boyfriend pulled on his hand, forgetting the whole finger thing, Lance let himself be pulled along. This planet... wasn't a planet... this wasn't right... Pod after pod passed. The lights too painfully familiar. Running into Keith's back, Lance span back to face the way they'd come. If they were being attacked by an enemy in a frontal assault, Keith would have released his hand and charged. Behind them, half a dozen withered aliens stood facing them. Lance beginning to feel himself being drawn into their gazes... images of Keith starting to push into his head. Ripping his gaze away, he hit his left hand back against Keith's leg, focusing on the pain and using that to break the lulling spell "Don't look at them!" Keith didn't move behind him. Spinning back, Lance threw his right arm in front of Keith's face to break his line of sight. All at once, Keith let out a sob and fell to his knees "Don't look at them. They show you bad things!" "Lance..." Ignoring the burning in his legs and the way he landed poorly as he dropped to kneel, Lance looped an arm around Keith's chest and pulled him up, aiming the blaster at the knee of the alien in front of them before firing "Lance..." "Keith, keep your head down, we need to move!" "You were... you were bleeding out... you were pregnant and bleeding out... I... you" "Yeah, buddy. I saw you dying... This ship, its Altean. It's not a planet at all. I can hear something in my head... like it's calling out to me" "Oh god... that was..." "Not real" Telling Keith firmly, Lance dragged him forward "I can walk" "Ok, but don't look them in the eye..." Firing and striking blindly, the numbers were overwhelming, leaving them with no choice but to fall back into the first room that was unlocked. Slamming it behind them, Lance kept his back against it. It was strangely reminiscent of the outpost. People trying to kill them, and the while taking cover in the first room they could. Thankfully no one was hacked to pieces, and there weren't any blue canisters either. The space was clearly a lab, with a clear pipe running down to a stopper over a work bench, inside sat a minimal amount of blue shimmering essence. Quintessence. He didn't need to go any closer to know. Coming to his aid, Keith locked the door by shorting the control panel next to it with one the stolen blades. A control panel they both knew from the castle "This place is Altean?!" Lance nodded, pushing off the door to use the momentum to reach the chair near the work bench. Sitting was a horrible idea, his muscles protesting, but he needed a moment "What the hell is going on here?" Why ask him? Lance had no idea either. This place was supposed to have been under Galra control. It was supposed to have been converted after the end of the war to an ethical containment facility. There was nothing ethical about the withered husks that were chasing them. There was nothing ethical about the tube feeding into the lab they were in. There was nothing ethical about the assault on his mind "Lance?" "Give me a tick" "We don't have a tick. What the quiznak is going on here?" "I don't fucking know! So shut up and let me fucking think!" Snapping at Keith filled him with shame, but Keith had honestly asked for it by pushing. He didn't have any answers for him "This is an Altean ship! Those were Altean pods!" "I know!" "Those people..." "Shut up! I know!" "Did you know about this?! About Altean's involvement?!" Lance balked "What?" "Did you know about any of this?" "How the fuck would I know any of this?! I've never been here!" His head was killing him. The yelling felt as if someone was cleaving an axe into his brain

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Hey! I was hoping you could help, i'm currently looking at about a bazzillion open ao3 tabs of ABO Hannigram fics and I just don't know where to start. I'd love something long that i can sink my teeth into. can you help???

Hi there @whataboutthefish​!

I picked the brains of the wonderful fannibals in the knitting circle and here’s a list we came up with of some of our favourites, hope they are of some help to you. Behind the cut, in no particular order 💖

As always - heed the tags, but also do check out the writer’s notes as sometimes they explain that tags further and may help you decide if it’s for you if there is anything you squick. There are also some non-canon and AU fics in here, but if you would like some wildly AU fics or rarepairs then drop another line and we will see what we can do!

A Fine Piece of Real Estate by Della19Explicit // M/M, F/M, F/F, Multi // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Series in Progress // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Cannibalism, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Will the Morally Grey, Hannibal is Hannibal, Will Graham doesn’t need anyone’s help, Happy ending (with cannibalism), Alternate Universe - Canon DivergenceSummary: And I’m gonna get me some land.Words: 70,638 Works: 4

Been A Son by pinkbagels Not Rated // F/F, M/M, Other // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Weirdness, Hannibal is a Cannibal, weird alien booty stuff, I love writing creepy gory things, Original Murders, feminist leanings, wierd sex, implied non con, Hannibal is happily evil, Alternate UniverseSummary: Dr. Hannibal Lecter, world renowned psychiatrist, has been hiding a secret. He’s also the Chesapeake Ripper. Will Graham, Alpha, FBI criminal profiler and all around repressed aggressive mess is brought in to take down the Ripper. In hopes of helping him manage his empathy disorder while working the case, Dr. Lecter is brought in as a consultant to help harness Mr. Graham’s more unstable tendencies. While Dr. Lecter doesn’t mind Will Graham finding out about his murderous hobbies, there are *some* things he’d much rather keep to himself. Will Graham, however, is one persistent Alpha mongoose.Words: 126,185 Chapters: 18/18

Blood Bond by HotMolasses @hotmolasses​Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Murder SexSummary: In a modern, civilized society, most people take suppressants to keep their Alpha or omegan attribute from ever developing. Hannibal of course does no such thing, and is an omega desperate to awaken the Alpha in Will. He finally succeeds when they kill the Dragon together, causing Will to go into rut immediately.Words: 71,562 Chapters: 14/14

I could just eat you up (but not literally) by Orphan AccountExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dom/sub, Impregnation Kink, Possessive Behavior, oh and cannibalism but I think that’s a given by nowSummary: Hannibal breeds Will. A love story in bodily fluids.Words: 42864  Chapters:5/5

Truths we are dealt by Nalyra @nalyras​Explicit // M/M // Series in Progress // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Post-Episode: s03e13 The Wrath of the Lamb, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Possessive Behavior, Mating Bond, Serial Killers, Light Dom/sub, Bonding, Cannibalism, Rough Sex, Voyeurism, Hurt/ComfortSummary: Borne out of one of Bryan’s tweets, this follows current canon, Will Graham embracing his Omegan nature, Hannibal his, with Silence of the lambs compliance and lots of smut thrown in.Words: 54,355 Works: 6

Better Living Through Pheromones by canis_m @unicornmagicExplicit // M/M // Series in Progress // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alternate Universe - Season/Series 01, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Caretaking, Discussion of mpreg, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Domesticity, Watersports, Come Marking, Praise Kink, D/s undertones, mentions of mpregSummary: On the hunt for the Minnesota Shrike, Will goes into heat early. Good thing there’s a doctor on call.Words: 24,853 Works: 3

Peachfire Whiskey by KareliaSweet @lovecrimevariationsExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - College/University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Sexual Coercion, Knotting, No mpreg, young!Hannibal, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Teasing, Scent Kink, Knotting Dildos, Bonding, Happy EndingSummary: Will knows he’ll remember this scent until the day he dies. Hannibal smells like firewood, and malt whiskey, and roasted peaches drizzled in honey. He smells like nothing Will has ever scented before, and it is so divine it dizzies him. - The Adventures of Professor Will Graham and His Terribly Naughty Omega Student, Hannibal Fucking Lecter.Words: 22,076 Chapters: 5/5

Who, O Lord, Shall Stand? by AGlassRoseNeverFades @aglassroseneverfadesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Cannibalism, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Possessive Hannibal, Angst, Sleepwalking, Nightmares, Someone Help Will Graham, No Encephalitis At Least, Mpreg, Autistic Will Graham - Headcanoned Though Not Explicitly Stated In the Fic, Murder Family, Fluff, WeddingSummary: He was in love from the moment he stepped foot into Hobbs’ kitchen and saw the Omega standing there, chest heaving, pulse racing, spattered in the blood of an inferior Alpha. He had vowed to himself then and there that he would have Will, whatever the cost to the profiler’s sanity and to the lives of others. An Omegaverse story in which male Omegas are considered rare and precious according to society’s standards. Hannibal decides he wants Will and is ready to start a family with him, regardless of whatever Will wants. Starts in Oeuf but doesn’t diverge too drastically from canon until Savoureux.Words: 105,959 Works: 2

A Knack for Monsters by Sugarmouse @sugarmausExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Knotting, Biting, D/s, Cannibalism, Murder, Mating Cycles/In HeatSummary: Will has enough problems dealing with his bad dreams and the fallout of old cases. He does not need new nightmares, he does not need yet another alpha thinking they can run his life. This new alpha though, he’s different. Perhaps they could become friendly, maybe one day even become friends. This is canon divergence from the pilot, how things might have gone differently if Will was an angry omega and Hannibal an intrigued alpha.Words: 66,651 Chapters: 44/44

Sonata Op 57 “Appassionata” Mov3 by DarkmoonSigel @darkmoonsigelMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: No mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, AU, Injured Will, Hurt/Comfort, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Possessive Hannibal, Master/Slave kinda…., Slow Build, Collars, Soul Bond, Psychic Bond, Knotting, Ravenstag, no encephalitisSummary: Will is on the auction block after being outed as an omega. Hannibal buys him for reasons. Hilarity, feels, cannibalism, and the monkey shit show that is Hannigram ensues.Words: 114,367 Chapters: 19/19

The Pleasure of Giving In by DrJLecter @drjlecterExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Knotting, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fluff, murder!husbands, Manipulative Hannibal, a darker shade of Will, Possessive Will, No mpreg, Kidnapping, Murder, Manipulative WillSummary: Circumstance exposes Hannibal’s status as unbonded Omega. Chance lets him bond to Will before being claimed by another Alpha. What will opportunity bring? (With a side of cannibalism). There’s porn, there’s plot, there are feelings. And knots.Words: 40,133 Chapters: 10/10

Some that are currently WIPs that are being regularly updated and come recommended! 

The Fairy’s Bride by AGlassRoseNeverFades @aglassroseneverfadesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Francis Dolarhyde/Will Graham (briefly), Spoiler Alert: The Major Character Death is Francis Dolarhyde, dub-con, Kidnapping, Captivity, Captor Bonding, Stockholm Syndrome, Manipulation, Abuse, references to necrophilia, About as Much as in Red Dragon, Cannibalism, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dark Will Graham, No mpreg, Forced Bonding, Age Difference, Murder Family but in a Slightly Different Way, Some Implied and/or Imagined Animal Abuse, Autistic Will Graham, some Fluff in Here Too, All the Bad Boys Want WillSummary: “I imagine no matter the circumstances, the loss of one’s mate must be a rather traumatizing experience, particularly after so many years bonded.”Will laughs, just once, a quick, dark, rich sound that causes the hairs at the back of Hannibal’s neck to stand pleasantly on end. He does not shy away from eye contact with Hannibal the way he does with so many others, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip, enough to tug it gently out of place as he considers his response.He curls his lip back into his mouth to wet it before asking, “Tell me, Doctor Lecter, have you ever been mated? Willingly or…otherwise.” But for the barest tightening of his smile and a flash of something once brittle, now hardened, behind storm-colored eyes, one would never suspect the sort of madness and past traumas that lurk behind the omega’s guarded cerulean gaze.Not unless one knows exactly what to look for.Words: 39,717 Chapters: 11/?

Remember (that you are) to die by 13empress Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Amnesia, Established Relationship, Implied Mpreg, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Betas rule the world, Dark Will, Gaslighting, Murder Husbands, Attempted Murder, Grey Will, Serial Killer Will, Post Mpreg, Slow Build, Vulnerable Will, Manipulative Will, Hannibal is Hannibal, Secret Identity, False Identity, Fluff, Sassy Will Graham, Happy Ending, Mystery, Murder MysterySummary: “How long have I been here?” Will asked, but immediately waved off her answer, realizing it didn’t matter either way. “Look, my name is Will Graham – I don’t know what happened but you have to give my partner a call.”“I’ll get the doctor,” she told him, her voice trained to the mellow murmur just about all medical professionals used on omegas.Will opened his mouth to tell her that there was no need, that he felt fine, and if she would just listen, he could discharge himself and be out of her hair in thirty minutes flat. He grabbed the safety rails and forced himself to stand, though the motion made him a little dizzy. Something on his peripheral vision grabbed at him. The whiteboard strip above the hospital bed – W GRAHAM-LECTER, omega, male, B positive – struck him like a physical blow.Words: 200,744 Chapters: 24/?

The Baby by SpklvrMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Discussion of Abortion, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Fluff and Crack, MpregSummary: Will is a very special omega. Special in that he really doesn’t like those smelly, noisy, disgusting, little humans that sometimes grow inside of bigger humans, before tearing apart their birth canal in their grandiose exit into the world. Being in his mid thirties, he thinks he has escaped this nightmare, but mother nature happens to be a bitch…Words: 54,495 Chapters: 15/?

Resurrection Fern by strangestorys @strangestorysExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Pregnancy Kink, Belly Kink, Fluff, A little angst, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Unplanned Pregnancy, Discussion of AbortionSummary: After the fall, Will and Hannibal are living a quiet, still celibate life together when Hannibal goes into an unexpected heat. Gratuitous first-time heat sex occurs, and a few weeks later, they’re surprised to discover Hannibal is pregnant. They find themselves building a new relationship and facing the skeletons in their mutual closet as they prepare for fatherhood.Words: 15,055 Chapters: 5/9

Overcoming by purefoysgirl @jadegreenworksMature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // selected tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Angst, Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Empath Will Graham, Sassy Will, Past Infidelity, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Implied/Referenced Child AbuseSummary: A Victorian A/B/O romance in which Hannibal Lecter is the future Duke of Westvale who has been away at war for the past ten years. His Grandfather has made good on a contract made shortly after Hannibal’s birth to procure him a wife. It was supposed to be easy. Naturally, with the Omega, Will, given in the place of his twin sister, it is anything but, because if there is one thing Hannibal Lecter despises, it’s Omegas.Words: 67,214 Chapters: 10/55

[clan-fuildarach]

I'm not sure if you talked about it more before I started following your blog, but I'm pretty curious about the origins of your dragon characters tbh. Like, are they like ur OCs you had in a big story you had in your head or smth that you adapted to write as dragons in a separate AU-type thing? I'd love to hear more about it or be directed to a place where you've written about it somewhere.

well you’re mostly right! many of my characters here (luke rúth delta neven john mikaelxandra rezann leo) are just au versions of characters i already had. and it’s less a big story i had in my head and more a 10-year project that’s over 2 million words long and 2 rewrites deep atm - i’ve written eleven or twelve books (it’s subjective) and done countless more au stuff and exploratory stories that just get into anatomy and worldbuilding and stuff like that (so like... stuff that would be really boring to anyone but me). i’m not saying any of it is any good or worth reading, but it sure is a thing. 

i stopped incorporating my old characters into fr dragons in 2015 so any dragon i’ve made since then is original to my fr lore (which started off as a fantasy version of my other story but then diverged wildly off into completely different territory) 

i do have a blog dedicated to it but it’s password locked and i’m not giving out the url. i do have a blog supposedly dedicated to my personal creative work over at @fuildorcha but it’s been a while since i posted there (but i might start posting soon since i’m starting to get back into writing and planning and what have u) 

uhh i’ll do a really basic bare-bones plot summary and a quick intro paragraph to where each character comes from under the cut here so u all know where i’m coming from 

basically it’s a first-contact story? but with alternate dimensions/parallel universes rather than straight-up aliens. each one of the characters listed above (except for the last 3) belongs to a different dimension, and the story is basically about how they meet. and there’s the added uh emotional poignancy in the fact that the first 6 of them are not human and are supposed to be the only ones of their kind, so basically each one has lived a life expecting to never ever meet another like them, to only have humans for company. but obviously they do meet. and they end up doing some really dumb but also heroic stuff while also liberating a bunch of people from oppressive regimes. they also learn that maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way 

the main character is luke who is fond of making these super unhelpful crusades against those he considers to be his allies but really no one wants his help because he just makes things worse like constantly, as a habit, without really caring about consequences. he’s a jerk of course and permanently fucked up after the death of his sibling way back when. but one day he makes a Big Terrible Mistake that killed a lot of people, irradiated a major city, and would have resulted in him being imprisoned for basically the rest of his life and also introduces the concept of laser superweapons to humanity (this can only go well lmao) and - as a knock-on effect - the ability to break the dimension barrier. like he really fucked up. but instead of being sent to jail he gets forcibly drafted into the service of a government scientist, emma, who gives him an ultimatum: work for me for free and get exploited endlessly, or rot in jail for the rest of ur life. his treatment at the hands of his captors (who pretend they’re on his side, they’re very evil) results in a vengeance crusade on his part that sets off the whole first-contact chain of events. he lives in a world like ours, except that there was a rebellion against the british monarchy a couple hundred years ago. on the run from the law he meets a very lost and very confused stranger who doesn’t speak a word of english and is also rúth. the two of em fall in love. aw (luke is still nonbinary and given the chance would use ‘they’ pronouns here too but i wanted to make the world like ours as much as possible and luke hates standing out in any way so he wouldn’t want to use a non-standard pronoun set. so he just uses the set that matches his name) 

john comes from a radically different dimension, one where the monarchy spread and basically controls the entire planet. but, unsatisfied with that, his queen alexandra began colonising other dimensions and stripping them of their resources (and thus ensuring that her own home is the best-equipped and richest and all that). john is the queen’s weapon, it’s his job to “quell dissenters” which is a nice way of saying that he goes in to contested areas and massacres everyone. but he is beginning to doubt his role and the ethicality thereof, and is very curious about the numerous blank patches in his memory that seem to coincide with every previous occasion he entertained potentially treasonous thoughts. seeking to put an end to luke’s campaign against her, emma reaches out to the monarchy to ask for aid. the queen sends in john to do his normal job but things don’t go as planned. john switches sides and becomes basically the most wanted person in the universe.

rúth’s dimension is inextricably linked to john’s - it is the victim of the monarchy’s first attempts at extra-dimensional colonialism. the monarchy fucked up a lot back then, before perfecting its technique, and the battle between rúth’s predecessor and john’s predecessor over the territory completely destroyed the entire mediterranean, turning it into a desert. rúth’s predecessor lost the fight and the monarchy took root in france and spread south. but an unintended consequence of the battle were the chemical reactions in the soil and atmosphere that led to the formation of dye deposits - the only ones of their kind in any dimension. if not for them, the population would have left the desert, but they hung on to mine out the dyes. rúth lived a relatively peaceful normal life until accidentally stumbling through a monarchy portal into luke’s world. with a french-english dictionary and a lot of sign language, luke manages to communicate to rúth that he needs help to fight against john

now ok, neven comes from a parallel version of rúth’s world where the monarchy lost the big battle, but the desertification happened anyway. neven’s people sought safety in the monarchy dimension and took on the mantle of being imperialist jerks. eventually a bunch of bad shit happens and the dimension becomes uninhabitable, so they do the most logical thing and build a space ship to live on. neven is there the whole time, being treated as the avatar of god and the champion of their race etc etc. in the early 1900s, the space ship breaks into a new dimension which it allies with, and neven finally meets another one like them. the two never get a chance to communicate much, but they fight together for about a hundred years and neven falls in love. aw. eventually one of the space ship’s oldest allies - the monarchy from john’s world - gets absolutely destroyed via mysterious circumstances. commander of the space ship, rezann, decides to take the opportunity to cannibalise the monarchy’s remains and execute anyone who might attempt to resurrect it - this includes john.  

delta (for it is he whom neven loves) is literally the parallel version of luke. like they are the same person, genetically identical, but their dimensions veered off very early on, so due to the two of them growing up in completely different circumstances, delta bears almost no resemblance to luke besides appearance (and then only barely). delta comes from a wonderfully idyllic background - sent to a workhouse when he was young, he was part of a rebellion that saw the workers take control and basically start their own little settlement. this prospered for hundreds of years, with delta as its guardian, until that world’s monarchy went to war. the men of the village were hit by the draft and delta decided to go with them to keep them safe. unfortunately he was discovered as Not What He Seems by the king and instead of helping his settlement, he inadvertently causes it to be wiped off the map by revealing its presence (and the presence of its pagan, blasphemous population) to the king. delta gets mind-wiped, forgets his real name, and gets thrown onto the front lines to fight beside neven. later - years and years later - he gets in some real bad shit, gets basically everything taken from him, and would probably die alone and in pain, but he gets rescued. he gets a happy ending 

leo comes from a completely different unrelated story, he’s a frustrated IT technician working in a computer shop who basically becomes the plaything of the gods. but there’s no real plot to be had, i just liked his character enough to move him over into fr at the time (2014). fr!leo has had way more character development than og!leo who i don’t really write about any more