#also I have a discord now so…if that tangled one that everyone moved to is still up

[mackjlee9]

Can I order a Luca Kaneshiro nsfw with the prompt

Person B playing an online multiplayer game with their friends. Person A arrives and tries to have sex with Person B while telling them to continue playing. Person B now has to keep quiet or else their friends will hear them doing the frickle frack.

(Why is frickle frackle so funny to me, what am I 5??)

Luca Kaneshiro x Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

Warning; blowjob.

Masterlist.

Nijisanji EN/Luxiem

Luca was in a Discord call with the rest of Luxiem, they had been planning on testing a game they wanted to stream together for a collab, so they decided to test it and see how it goes before asking staff-san permission.

They had already played a match, and the game seemed pretty interesting, and currently, Luca was just chilling, he didn't need to move his characters at all, so he was just enjoying the chaos in the call, laughing at Vox getting angry, usual Luca behavior. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw (M/n), his roommate, and boyfriend walk into his office.

Showing him a bright smile, Luca greeted him, "Hi, (M/n)," he spoke, and everyone in Luxiem stopped for a moment what they were yelling about to greet (M/n) back.

Even if Luca was wearing headphones, (M/n) heard them clearly, and chuckling, he answered loud enough for them to hear, "Hello, guys, seems like you're having fun."

Faintly, (M/n) heard Vox's loud screaming as he complained that in fact, no, he wasn't having fun at the moment, followed by everyone's boisterous laughter, including Luca's.

After a few minutes and realizing (M/n) wasn't leaving, Luca thought the male was there to watch him play, but he had other plans in mind. Another idea of fun.

Taking advantage of the fact that Luca's character was still immovable, (M/n) pulled the blond's chair back, just far enough away from the desk to be able to crawl under it. Luca was only able to observe him with curiosity.

"(M/n)? What are you doing...?" He trailed on, luckily, no one seemed to hear him. (M/n) pulled the chair back closer to the desk, "You're gonna get hurt there!" Showing Luca a smirk, (M/n) reached his hands to his crotch, stroking his soft cock over his clothes.

Luca flinched at that and he opened his mouth to tell (M/n) something, but the (h/c)-haired male placed his finger against his lips, signaling him to stay silent, "They're gonna hear you if you don't keep quiet, baby~ just relax and enjoy my mouth~" letting out a choked gasp, Luca freaked out and let go of his mouse, pressing his hand against his mouth.

(M/n) hummed at the blond's reaction, enjoying the way his body started squirming on the chair, his thighs closing around his head every few seconds. Having trouble keeping his eyes open, Luca moved his hand away from his keyboard and tangled his fingers on (M/n)'s hair, pushing it to see his face.

"Stop... I-I can't..." He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, (M/n) began slowly pulling back, making sure his tongue stroked every inch on the underside of Luca's cock, paying most attention to the pulsing vein right before his tip, "Fuck~!" He let out a high-pitched whine, and that did get Mysta's attention.

"Yoo~! Dude, what the fuck was that?!" Luca started freaking out, but before he could answer him, (M/n) wrapped his lips around his sensitive tip and began swirling his tongue around his let, his pre-cum being licked by it before he swallowed it.

"Th-there... was a s-spider on m-my desk," he said with a shaky voice. Even if the rest of Luxiem were kinda reluctant in believing Luca's words, they were also aware of his loud reaction to bugs, so they let it pass. For now.

While everyone went back to focusing on the game, (M/n) kept his eyes locked on Luca's expression, his hands resting on his trembling thighs. Poor, poor Luca~

He was having had a hard time keeping his noises down, usually, he's so loud and whiny when he and (M/n) have sex, but having to keep his hand pressed against his mouth was proving to be a more difficult task than anticipated.

He could always mute on Discord and be as loud as he wants, but that would be kinda sus, so he had to endure it for now.

For as long as (M/n) decided he wanted to suck him off. And that was gonna take a while, (M/n) loves edging and overstimulating him until he's practically crying and screaming how much he wants to cum, however, this situation was quite different than usual, but somehow, the thought of getting caught by his genmates and friends... was turning him on more than it should've.

(I had no idea how to end this, and it sucks)

[player1064]

How about something fluffy fluff where they have been in a situationship/fwb for a few years, both thinking the other one doesn't want anything serious, but irl both are insanely in love with each other and pining, until finally one of them cracks and confesses.

Your drabbles bring me so much joy, thank you. You should also continue the wife-gary saga.

I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING DUMB AND SILLY AND FLUFFY BUT OHHHH NO. MY BRAIN HAD OTHER IDEAS. Obviously the other day I was like 'in the wife-gary saga they were fwb who spent lockdown together' and so I wanted to write that but then it hit me just like. just what an Ordeal the lockdowns were and how insane it made everyone. So this came out less 'silly fluff' and a lot more 'earnest pining'. oops?

Also I've mentioned this on the carraville discord but did u guys know Gary and Jamie were literally together when the lockdowns first got announced like they literally watched the broadcast together then like. had to immediately pack up and go home. I feel INSANE every time I think about it. tbh.

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“Feels a bit like the end of the world,” Jamie says one day, lounging on the sofa while the news plays softly in the background.

Gary looks over at him from where he’s sat a respectable distance away at the other end of the couch. “Yeah,” he says quietly, “it does a bit.”

Jamie had been thinking about saying – well, it doesn’t really matter, because he’s been thinking about saying it for three weeks now and still hasn’t got up the nerve. Instead, he smirks and says “y’know, in all the disaster movies I’ve seen the rich bastards always fuck off somewhere safe, don’t they?” He looks around Gary’s huge living room. “Maybe that pension of yours has finally come in handy, eh?”

“I dunno,” Gary says. “All just feels a bit wrong, to be fair.” He gets up with a sigh, brushes some imaginary lint off his trousers. “You got any more filming to do today, or d’you fancy helping me in kitchen?”

For a brief moment, Jamie considers making up some interview he has to go off and record so that he can avoid another dreaded ‘Gary (who can’t cook) tries to teach Jamie how to cook’ session, but then he remembers that this lockdown thing is already stretching out for weeks and weeks ahead of him, and if he’s going to be stuck here all that time he should probably try pulling his weight a bit more.

“Fine, but I’m not peeling any more fuckin’ carrots.”

*

When Jamie’s loading the dishwasher after dinner, Gary rests a hand on his hip and kisses him, soft and sweet.

“Come to bed?” he murmurs against Jamie’s lips, and Jamie wonders if he even remembers how to deny him anything.

*

Except he does remember how, and he hates himself for it. Because when Gary, already half-asleep, loosely wraps a hand around his wrist and says “stay,” he gently extracts himself from the tangle of sheets and goes back to the spare room.

*

They somehow manage to carry on like this, days spent on zoom calls from separate studies, evenings spent trying to muddle their way through whatever recipes they find online. Nights, more often than not, spent in separate bedrooms.

They’re actually having less sex, now that they’re living under the same roof. Before, every time they’d seen each other had been an excuse to find somewhere private to sneak off together, every accidental touch in studios or in stadiums had felt charged.

Now, they argue over what shows to watch on Netflix. They work out together most mornings in Gary’s little home gym. They stay up far later than two middle aged men have any right to, heckling each other through games of fifa and mario kart.

Sometimes, Jamie looks over at Gary and he’s got that same look in his eye that he normally only gets when he’s about to kiss Jamie. Sometimes Jamie smiles at the expression, starts to lean in, is left confused when Gary blushes and moves away.

Sometimes Gary does kiss him. Sometimes Gary does more than kiss him. It’s easy, familiar. Comforting. It’s a dance they’ve been practicing for four years now.

It’s still just as hard to return to his own bed afterwards as it had been four years ago.

*

Three months becomes six months becomes a year, and Jamie dreads going back to his own house, to the thick layer of dust that’s waiting for him there, to that quiet emptiness that he’s only just learnt to live without.

He almost catches himself thinking that he hates Liverpool.

But life has to go back to normal, that’s what everyone’s saying, so he packs up his things while Gary watches from the doorway of the spare room.

“Stay,” he says.

It’s the first time he’s asked without the excuse of the sleepy post-orgasm haze to hide behind. It’s the first time Jamie has to actually give an answer.

He shrugs, keeps his focus on the suitcase lying open in front of him. “No more lockdowns,” he says, all forced casualness. “’s not like either of us have much use for a housemate.”

“Jamie,” Gary says, taking a step into the room. “Stay.”

Jamie turns to look at him.

Gary won’t meet his eyes, is staring unblinking at a spot on the wall instead, lips pursed tightly together. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides.

Jamie really, really doesn’t want to go home.

“Maybe I can swing another week or two,” he says carefully, reaching out to brush the back of Gary’s hand.

He feels shaky fingers lace with his own, sees Gary’s eyes crinkle in a not-quite-smile. “D’you think y’could stretch it to a month?”

“Hows about a year?”

Gary breathes a heavy sigh of relief, his whole face breaking into a wide grin. “Hows about ten?”

“Fuck, Gary,” Jamie breathes, pulls him in by the front of his shirt. He kisses him firmly, then rests a hand on his cheek and says “rest of our lives, that’s me final offer.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Gary says, and kisses him again.

*

Later, they’re lying in Gary’s bed and Jamie’s not even thinking about the spare room.

Gary’s got the duvet pulled up to cover his bare chest, glasses perched on his nose while he scrolls on his phone.

“You got any plans a month from Thursday?” he asks idly.

“Not had any plans in a year, lad, might take a while for the calendar to fill back up. Why?”

“Fancy gettin’ married?”

Gary’s still just looking at his phone, his tone still light, but there’s a faint blush rising in his cheeks.

“Hmm, I’m still waitin’ on a better offer,” Jamie teases, “but I reckon I can pencil you in.”

[clovercoin]

CloverCoin Artpack 2024 March + Updates

[PATREON POST + ART PACK] Hey everyone... I see March is rounding the corner to being over and I realized I never actually make an official patreon post yet. A lot has been happening on our end / IRL. We recently found our we might need to move this summer... But thanks to a lot of back and forth between us and the new landlord we got a lease extension for 1 year to prepare our savings and safely move out to another place in town or around this town we are currently living in. After a lot of discussion between my husband and I, we're really struggling to find rental single family homes that fit our disability needs AND budget. Rent bubble in our area is about 70% more than our current rent which... is mind blowing. But we are determined! With further discussion we think we agree, we'd like to buy a house to make sure our needs are met and that we can take care of our senior dogs without having our lives uprooted without notice. So our belts are going to be really tight over the next year while we try to scrimp and save every penny to go towards our goal to purchase a house next year. That is scary but also so exciting! Wish us luck, we're going to need every lick of it to pull this off. ~~~ Other worse news... The reason why I've been struggling these past few weeks. My family has been reaching out to me and it's official. My mother has a terminal cancer diagnosis. I do not live near her, so I would like to budget a trip out to see her at some point this summer. We don't have any real time lines yet until we see how to reacts to chemo treatment. She's just started that this month. So that's been a weird tangle of emotions and talking with my siblings about what we expect out of all this. How we each can help in what ways we can. One of my older sisters is taking control of talking with the doctors and updating us since my mother is extremely avoidant about talking about her illnesses. At this time I won't be taking any time off from working and doing adopts/commissions. We need the money more than ever, even just to go fly or drive up to see her. But I will update on patreon/discord when I'm taking a week or so off to visit her. ~~~ More middling news? Our two senior dogs, Ollie and Junior, have been having little health scares this year. Feels like 2024 just started and so much has happened! Ollie has been diagnosed with a heart murmur and is on medication now to help treat it. Diet and life style changes as well to help him stay fit. Junior may have had a small seizure or stroke, for 2 days he was not able to stand or walk which really scared us. Both have been to the vet multiple times this year and are being watched VERY closely. I just hope nothing happens to them before we find them a new house to live in. (knocks on wood) ~~~ I myself am having some medical issues but... Just with everything going on I just haven't had time to assign myself with a new clinic and new gp. My new health insurance won't let me see the old one anymore and it's EXTREMELY disruptive to my whole life. So there's a chance my body might get a flat tire in the future, but I'll try to manage it accordingly. To end it all on a good note, I did finally finish my very last tooth filling / replacement and after a year and a half of constant dentist visits, my mouth is all fixed! Hooray!!!! Now we just have to tackle my jaw and TMJ problems haha. ~~~ I think... that's the big items of what's going on. Why I've been really absent online and for updates. Life just kinda had a weird downpour on us, but we're sorting it out. We signed a new lease. Prov is working very hard at his new job. The future is really scary for me right now and I'm really struggling. Please be patient with me while we go through these big life changes at this time. I'll be opening up new commission slots soon to start a monthly income to help with house savings. If anyone has pending commissions with me or trades, please never hesitate to DM me/poke me for updates. I've been a lot more disorganized more than usual lately and I am happy to give any updates or refunds as needed should anything come up that I can't handle. Sorry bout the long read everyone, but thank you so much for skimming through and keeping up with what's going on in my life. I've been desperately missing art more and more every day I spend away from it, so I look forward to sharing even more art with you all! Thank yo everyone for all your support! AJD . ART

[im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you]

Dose anyone ever just remember a time on this hellsite that you had like genuine fun?

Because I do and it was awesome, and I kinda miss it

Anyway some of my friends from then still follow me and I’m glad, hopefully you guys know who you are

[modx-reborn]

The first prefromance

Something I spoke of in a discord I'm in.

So here have Simpbur and CamGirl/Camboy reader doing a show with them after working his way into their close circle.

(Yes this plays off of the two cam asks I have gotten recently)

Also please know that real cam girls/boys aren't actually going to do this, this is purely fictional in its makeup.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINOR DNI!

"That's it j-just like that, all the way like you should be taking me. S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you, such a pretty thing so good for me, but such a slut t-to let others watch you like this..."

That was the last thing he had said to you on your last private call, since then he had wormed his way further and further into your shows and even into a bit of your personal life, or well your on-screen personal life, as he had the phone number you kept aside for work, from your days as a more in-person performer.

And boy did he ever make use of the number, sending you little messages and photos whenever the thought struck him, peppering you in small doses of affection and savouring the way you called him sometimes when you skipped a stream, offering him to listen to you get off instead letting him hear when you spoke about the toy he had sent you. Sometimes even getting him to call and ask for you to listen to him, getting you to mutter things to him and work him that little bit closer to his end.

But now what you're calling for may just break your dear simp, having had all the fun you could with the silicon imitation he had made for you, that now your mind was thinking about how he would feel rather than the toy. 'S-shouldn't be here fucking my hand w-when I could be fucking you' his own words playing on repeat in your head after you close down your last stream, sending little thank yous to the top donators before moving to the call ping that was coming through.

It was him. Perfect.

"Ahh, there he is, my pretty top boy Simpbur!"

"That was quite the s-show, but what did you mean by you're w-working on something big with someone else?"

"Well, that's good that you asked my dear. You are always so good for me, sending those little messages and all those donations, I was thinking you may want to help me with the next stream..."

"Y-you want me to-"

"Mmhmm, didn't you say yourself that it should be you fucking me, or was it that you should be here in me rather than fucking your hand?"

It's easy to finish your sentence with a tilt of your head, tapping one of your fingers against your bottom lip as if you were actually trying to remember when truly you were just teasing the curly-haired boy staring at you wide-eyed through your screen.

"I. Yes. I-I mean I would love to if you want me to..."

With his agreement the rest of the call was spent hashing out the rough details and leaving him open to suggest what he wanted to do for the show, leaving him with a wink and a reminder to 'Keep it simple' before you logged out and started to pack up and clean down the space you had been working in.

There would be a few weeks between your last show and the next one, having all the platforms you used teasing the next stream with images of the silicone toy being front and centre in all the images, a tease for all your viewers but a reminder for your dear simpbur that he would be more real in your world in a few days. Even when he made up his mind on what he wanted it was still so very hard for him to not scroll back through the recorded calls and streams, take himself in hand and work through the building need.

But he managed to keep his hands off, having worked himself up even before the actual day of the stream.

When you call him, he picks up on the first ring as always chipper and shaky in the same breath as he says your stage name.

"There's my good boy! You ready for tomorrow? Your first time in the red light after all, just want to make sure you're still down and want to do this."

"I-I am. I'm good and... and ready for tomorrow."

With a laugh and a quick goodbye, you hang up, heading off to the regular place you booked for longer shows needing to set up lights and the cams now, otherwise you would likely not have time when your co-star finally made his way to you. And how right you were, the moment the time for the stream rolled around he was there at your door, hands fiddling with the bottom of his button-up, mask and beanie on as if you hadn't seen his face a million times before.

Welcoming him in is easy, but getting him to calm down just enough to have him read back what the two of you had planned took slightly longer. You had him keep his mask and beanie on, using them as a way to keep him from having his real-world life ruined from doing this one little show with you, the suggestion also seems to put some of his nerves to rest.

When the cameras do start rolling, the stream on a start-up timer for switching on to a live stage, your chat on a large screen hanging over your laptop that was actually hosting the show, messages flying past as people are lured in at the promise of a different kind of show and the tagline mentioning a guest star. When the cam starts showing the room you're seated on Simpburs lap, thighs spread wide over his with his hands holding you close while you do your intro, his masked face pressed into your shoulder as he mutters something under his breath.

Your form rocking back into him once you're were done, slipping a hand under his beanie and tangling in his curls, making him groan just loud enough that one of the many mics would be able to hear him, laughing and cooing at him as you reach down with your free hand to wrap around his cock, slowly running your fingers across the heated flesh.

"You'll be good for me won't you? So pretty and brave being here on cam with me, getting a treat that so many would die for..."

His voice falters when you shift your grip, tugging on his hair just as you start to actually move your hand to jerk him off, slipping your hand out of his hair you reach for a little remote, making the camera zoom in as you close your thighs around him, burying his cock between your thighs. Cooing at him once again as his hands are braced on your hips, using this to bounce you on him, head tilted back and panting as he fucks your thighs.

The exposed skin of his neck calling for you to leave a few marks across, a little gift for him to remember this day by, or well more than the stream recording of course, pink and purple marks blooming across his neck as he changes the pace moving you more and more until you can feel him throbbing between your thighs.

"Oh, sweet thing you're cumming already? Are my thighs that good? Can't even hold on for the main performance, or are you that eager for more that you would cum now and still keep going? Hmm, what is it, pretty boy?"

The only answer you receive is a deep groan and the warm feeling of his cum seeping from between your thighs, spreading your legs to show off the mess to your cam, letting everyone who was watching see the mess that he had made. Reading your chat gave you a wonderful idea, they wanted more and you wanted to see just how far you could push your dear simp till he broke and lived up to his wants to actually fuck you.

Flicking across the remote once again the camera angle changes, showing a side view of the bed perfect for what you were planning to do, the angle giving your audience the best show as you move off his lap and kneel on the floor. Holding his cock with one hand as you lean forward to lick a stripe up his shaft, cleaning his mess off with your mouth, taking him fully once most of him was clean looking up at him through your lashes once you have taken him into your throat.

Watching how his eyes go wide, hands shaking when they reach for your head, his eyes flicking up to the chat screen reading over some of the words telling him to fuck your face, to make you cry and drool all over him, and other wanting to be where he was, whining over text that they should have been the one there with you. The majority calling for him to do something, building a need to move in him, slowly he is moving his hips, still sensitive after having cum not moments before but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was spurring him on.

Before long his hips are moving properly, holding your head steady as he fucks your mouth watching how you look up at him every time he pushes into your throat, tears building and falling with how harsh some of his thrusts are, but the image just makes him groan. Throwing his head back once again as he works himself back up, trying to hold out and enjoy this feeling for a little while longer, only you had other plans pulling away panting as you take in the way he looks.

Flicking your hands cross the remote once again to switch cameras for the final time settling on one that would let your audience watch how good your dear simp was for you, let them watch how full he makes you feel and how pretty he looks when he cums, when he finally gets what he wanted.

"You ready pretty boy, ready to finally get what you want? What you told me about on all your calls? Take you all the way like I should be taking you?"

"P-please, fuck just please le-let me fuck you..."

In his rush to reach for you, his beanie had come off, brown curls falling out in a mess that you tried to cover again only to have your hands smacked away in favour of him pulling you up onto the bed with him. Throwing your thighs over his own reaching for the bottle of lube you had left waiting to be used, coating his fingers before pressing them into you working you open with one hand as the other is pressed to your shoulder keeping you from moving away from his probing fingers.

"G-God look at you, do-don't even need to work my way up to two fingers, already so r-ready for them... Ready for me."

To quick are his fingers gone replaced by the head of his cock, easing his way in as he moans, hands grabbing your hips to steady himself as he finally gets to feel what it's like to be buried in you just like his toy replica had been so many times before. There is little time between him being fully hilted in you and him starting to move, his hands moving from your hips to under your thighs ignoring the sticky cum still staining them, pushing them back and using the new angle to fuck into you as hard as he liked.

Wanting to have you drooling into the mattress and calling his name, making you remember him and him alone so that if you ever did another show like this, it would be his number you called. That if he did this good enough, fucked you good enough that it wouldn't be on camera the next time he got to fuck you, it would be at your home in your bed, him calling your real name not this stage name you work under.

He comes back from his thoughts when your voice cuts through them, high pitched and whining for him to let you cum, for him to keep going to let you have what you had given him earlier, to feel him cum in you this time.

"F-fuck you w-want me to cum in you? P-paint your inside with me..."

The chat if either of you could see it was still it was running a mile a minute, calling for him to do it, to cum and let them see how it will drip out of you. Others call for him to deny you, keep you begging for your release while he took his own, but neither of you could see those words and so your ends draw near.

"T-that's it, god feels so. So good around me, j-just like I thought you would..."

The rough pace he set becomes almost brutal when he cums, there will be bruises in the shape of his hands come the next few days but that thought paired with the sight of your dear simp losing himself in you was what tipped you over.

The end of the stream was much like the beginning, albeit with a mess of brown curls keeping the camera from seeing how the mask had been pulled down and soft kisses were being placed along your shoulders, the moment you had given the final thanks and turned off all the gear the hands that were wrapped around your waist were pulling you back onto the bed, keeping you as close as possible.

After all the pressure of performing for people falls away, it's easy to give comfort to the man curled around you, wanting him to be comfortable with what you had just done. Once again tangling your hands in his hair only this time to give comfort rather than tease, cooing soft praise until the grip around you eases slightly.

"You did so well, such a good boy for me..."

[alyss01]

hihi! i thought abt this last night, but i fell asleep before typing jt lol-

so, non comfy cartel ask bc i'm dumb no plot

so just regular bb sykunno lol

alright now- reader lives with sykunno, no one knows this. reader says they have a boyfriend, and no one knows who it is. they also have explicitly said that they don't have corpse merch. so they're streaming, wearing sykunno's corpse merch, and sykunno peeks his head in after he did all of his among us tasks after being killed first and goes to hug them and be very clingy bc i feel like clingy-kunno would be so fricken cute, and then since proximity, he says, while chat's freaking out, something along the lines of 'can i have my hoodie back baby?' and everyone in the proximity just goes dead fricken silent and then reader and syk start laughing and explain themselves.

<33 have a good day!!

|[Relationship reveal]|

[Sykkuno x GN! reader]

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Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.3K

Requested: yes

Synopsis: When you’re streaming among us, Sykkuno comes in to see you in his Corpse hoodie. Your relationship with him gets revealed and he stayes with you through the rest of the stream.

Warnings: 1 curse word, other than that just fluff

A/n: so guess who accidentally deleted the written one shot when it was nearly done? ..... I tried to write it again as accurately as the first time but I’m sorry for the hold up. I’m always down for some Sykkuno fluff though. Why do I feel like i only just figured out that's it's spelled Sykkuno instead of Sykunno??

Masterlist

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You started up stream, greeting the people that streamed into the chat as you explained that you would stream among us for a bit with Toast's lobby.

It was hard to keep up with the chat as it raced past, your eyes scanning the messages as they raced by.

Multiple people noted on the black hoodie you wore. The black fabric with the red print was easily recognisable as they asked if your corpse hoodie had finally come in.

It had become somewhat of an inside joke within your community, you often complained that the post office was screwing you over on purpose because your hoodie was the last to come in out of all your friend group.

"Yea, I guess you could say that" you addressed it with a small smile on our face, entirely forgetting to change out of Sykkuno's hoodie you had pulled on that morning.

Leaving the topic what it was, you joined the among us lobby and discord call.

You could see that Sykkuno had also already arrived in the little space ship, a Corpse mask on his little avatar as he stood beside him.

A small grin formed on your face as you selected the green striped scarf for your little avatar to wear.

In the meantime you watched chat with a side eye before you'd have to stop reading as the round begun. You muted yourself in the discord call as you thanked some new subs and donators.

The chat flashed with questions about your boyfriend, you had announced your relationship only recently but left the identity of him in the dark.

Your fans didn't know it was Sykkuno yet, but the two of you had decided it would be alright to reveal your relationship relatively soon, the fans were bound to find out one way or another and both of you preferred it being on your own terms.

The game started as you wished the others luck, clicking away the chat as you focussed on your tasks around the spaceship.

Sykkuno's little avatar walked away with Corpse to another part of the spaceship as you joined Rae with her tasks.

It was quite a peaceful round in your opinion, you ended up sharing a lot of tasks with Rae so you walked almost the entire time with each other.

The two of you talked about the food you'd be ordering after the game, discussing different cuisines and deciding on your favourites and comparing them with one another.

That peace however was disturbed as a meeting was called, teleporting you to the meeting room. You looked to see who had died, only to see the small avatar of Sykkuno crossed out at the bottom of the screen.

"Who could do such a thing!" You gasped loudly as your group started discussing.

You accused Corpse since you had seen them leave dropship together, "We split up at medbay, it could've literally been anyone."

"His body was in specimen." Toast pointed out.

"Could've been a self-report." Rae continued as the two of you vouched for one another.

“If its in specimen and Corpse left Sykkuno in medbay, then it has to be an older kill right?” Lily asked as the rest of you hummed in response.

Sykkuno could hear your bickering as he approached your streaming room. He had died relatively early in the round and had enough time as a ghost to finish his tasks.

He knocked softly on your door, in response to Rae's newest argument you hummed in agreement.

Sykkuno opened the door in response, you couldn't see him approach but as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind you couldn't help but lean back into his touch.

"So there my hoodie went, I was looking for it." You pecked his cheek from the side as he rested his head on your shoulder.

Neither of you had expected the mic to pick up his words, but the way the among us lobby silenced immediately had said enough.

"Wait what the fuck? Is Sykkuno unmuted?" Lily was the first to break the silence.

Chuckles escaped your mouth as you started laughing, leaning back into your chair and into Sykkuno's hold as you laughed louder.

Beside you Sykkuno grew red as he realized what had happened, awkward chuckles joining yours as you explained to the group what was going on.

By then the meeting had ended, teleporting you back to the meeting room where you could hear your friends loudly talk over one another.

A smile was plastered on your face as you quickly turned around, pulling up a chair beside you for Sykkuno so he could stay in your room for at least the current game.

You couldn't see chat because of among us, but you knew they were most likely going insane at the news.

Sykkuno sat down beside you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pecked your cheek. As you handed him a secondary set of earphones that laid on your desk and connected them to your desktop, you repositioned your microphone to hang in between the two of you.

When your friends had congratulated you and calmed down you went on with the game, staying by Corpse's side this time as he spoke up, "So that hoodie was Sykkuno's all along"

"In my defence, it was cold and the sweater was warm. Simple math." He chuckled as Sykkuno laid his head on your shoulder, watching your monitor with a small smile on his face.

"I could've kept your hoodie behind as well and delivered it with Sykkuno's," he stopped mid-sentence as his avatar stopped moving as well, "wait but how come I didn’t see you when I brought Sykkuno's merch over?"

Sykkuno was faster to answer him as he spoke up from beside you, softly pulling you tighter against him, "Y/n went out with friends that day, didn't want to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed or anything."

Corpse laughed softly, making a smile form both your and Sykkuno's face as you continued your tasks, "It would've been fine, but thank you for being so considerate."

You pulled Sykkuno's hand on the mouse on your desk so he could control the character on the screen partially so you could wrap your arm over his shoulder as your hand found his hair.

Your fingers tangled between the locks on the back of his head, gently messaging his scalp as a small satisfied smile formed on his face at the gesture.

"Don’t mention it, if anything you'll now have an excuse to come over again." Corpse chuckled at your joke as Sykkuno finished your tasks while you walked the character around.

It took you a few hours to finish your stream, Sykkuno by your side the entire time as he hadn't been streaming anyway, only leaving briefly to leave the lobby on his own computer.

Your hand was clasped in his as you finished the stream, saying goodbye to your chat before going offline. Leaning back in your chair, Sykkuno brushed some hair out of your face with his free hand.

"How much do you want to bet that Twitter is blowing up right now?" you warily eyed your phone which laid screen down on the side of your desk.

A small laugh escaped his lips as he hand left yours, instead cupping your cheek and gently positioning your head to face him, "No matter what Twitter says, we'll be fine."

You gave him a small smile, "I know, I know," streams were exhausting and you couldn’t wait to just be able to hang on the couch with your boyfriend, "I'm glad it's out there. Now we won't have to be so secretive about everything anymore."

Sykkuno stood up, pulling you along with him and guiding you to your living room, "we can just order take out and chill today?"

You nodded your head, smiling at how well Sykkuno knew you by now, "I love you" you muttered as he pulled you onto the couch, other hand grabbing the remote to turn your tv on.

"I love you too."

[sereia1313]

Discord Drabble Nights September 2021 Banner by the always lovely @cakeit0n. Also available on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.

Start

Kagome ran her fingers through her hair, combing out the last of the tangles. They'd been fortunate to come across a hot spring—the first one in weeks—and she'd indulged longer than normal.

"Sorry for the wait, everyone, we can get started now—" She frowned as she looked around, flames from their fire causing shadows to dance around empty spaces.

She stiffened as she reached out with her reiki, worried she'd missed an impending threat. Strong youki responded, caressing her aura as Sesshoumaru stepped out of the trees.

"They have moved on, miko."

"What? Why?!"

Drawn

As if to answer her, lightning crackled across the sky, darkness turning to daylight before thunder echoed in the distance.

"They have sought shelter."

Kagome cursed under her breath. "They could've let me know!"

"You seemed to require extra time in the spring, we have been on the move for some time."

Blue eyes widened, realization dawning on her. "You waited until I was done?" A single nod of his head had her lips curling up into a soft smile. "Thank you."

He shrugged a shoulder. "Consider it payment for protecting Rin during our last encounter with Naraku."

Root

She shook her hands in front of her, about to deny his claim, but her words were cut off as rain began to pelt them from above.

"So much for the hot spring," Kagome groaned, the icy water quickly soaking through her clean clothing. Looking around, she tried to figure out which way her friends had gone but the electricity in the air was dulling her senses.

A tug at her wrist had her stumbling over tree roots, Sesshoumaru almost dragging her through the forest.

"Hey, w-wait!"

"There is no time, the storm draws nearer, and you are vulnerable."

Influence

"It's not like you're immune to lightning."

He gave her a backwards glance, his gold eyes gleaming in the encroaching darkness.

"Are you certain?"

Kagome didn't answer, instantly intrigued. "Are you?" Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky above them and she heard him hiss through his teeth before wrapping an arm around her waist.

And then they were darting through the trees.

She yelped and grabbed hold of his haori, her protest muffled against his breastplate.

"I can still walk!"

"We do not have time for you to stumble around like the monk when he is under the influence."

Centre

They made it to the entrance of a cave in record time. Kagome started to step away from him but was quickly thrown to the ground, Sesshoumaru's body covering hers before the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

His youki engulfed her a moment before the grass around them went up in flames, white-hot electricity sizzling around them as it tried to find a conduit.

Kagome huddled underneath him, safe in the centre of the dome of his power. It seemed to swell before he grabbed the back of her shirt and threw her into the mouth of the cave.

Content

"Was that necessary?" she groused, gingerly getting to her feet.

"You would be content with the possibility of electrocution?"

Blue eyes glared at him. "Possibility my ass. Guess I can add 'lightning-proof' to your list of superpowers." She looked around the cave, suddenly realizing they were alone.

"Where's everyone else?"

"It is not safe to travel, we will wait for the storm to pass."

Blood drained from her face. "B-But… What about Rin?"

"The slayer is more than capable of caring for Rin until we return." He brushed sodden locks out of his face, then settled against the cave wall.

Origin

Kagome bit her lip as her heart thudded against her chest, the sound seeming to grow in volume with each passing moment.

She'd never been along with him before, never let herself be alone with him before. It was bad enough that he'd been travelling with them for the past few months.

Secretly seducing with every glance and kind word.

She sighed, unable to pinpoint the origin of her infatuation but already having resigned herself to another broken heart.

"You can relax, miko, you have nothing to fear from me."

Bristling, Kagome crossed her arms. "I am not afraid of you."

"Then why does your heartbeat echo off the walls?"

Essence

She avoided his question, looking out of their sanctuary and into the essence of the storm. Winds raged, the grounded vibrating with each roll of thunder.

Rubbing her arms, she tried to bring warmth back into her limbs, all while ignoring how his gaze bore into her back.

She could feel his curiosity, his aura curling around her feet. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, and she turned to sit against the opposite wall, but was stopped by claws wrapping around her wrist.

Sapphire met gold before she was pulled down beside him, close enough to feel the heat from his body through pale silks.

Heart

"Rin requires warmth during storms, I assume you are the same."

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the other side of the cave, her body stiff as her arm brushed against his side.

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he rested his arm atop a bent knee. "We will return to the others soon; your disquiet is unfounded."

"I told you, I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why does the beat of your heart increase every time I am near?"

A dark blush stained her cheeks and she forced herself to look up at him, unable to lie to him.

"Because I'm not afraid of you."

Cause

A pale eyebrow rose, the only acknowledgement of her confession. Kagome struggled to breathe; the sound of the storm muted in her ears.

"I do not want to be the cause of any distress." His claws brushed her cheek, pushing her damp hair over her shoulder before tilting her chin up. Soft lips dragged across hers and a harsh shudder wracked her body.

He smelled like mint and the first snow in winter.

Confusion mingled with hope, her hand moving on its own to trace the stripes on his face. Gold turned to burnt amber as they hypnotized her.

Enticed her.

Effect

"Sesshou—" He didn't let her finish, effectively silencing her as he pulled her into his lap. Smooth palms slid up her thighs as he claimed her lips. The kiss was as demanding as the storm outside, and Kagome wasn't sure she'd evaded the lightning strike, his hands causing electricity to scorch her skin through her clothes.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she moaned, burying her fingers into his hair. A low growl vibrated through his chest, and she smiled against his mouth, then dug her nails into scalp. Fangs scraped against her bottom lip before he pulled away, crimson bleeding into his eyes.

"Keep that up and we will be delayed in reuniting with your pack."

Cerulean darkened to indigo, the scent of the rain being drowned by her arousal.

"We don't know how long the storm is going to last, we should stay here just in case."

His lips curled up into a smirk, revealing pale fangs. "Do as you please."

[comic-book-jawns]

A compilation of my Damie fics

Multi-chapter AUs:

Kinship (complete)

“Well... all right. Dani Clayton had inexplicably just called her beautiful and was now offering to share a drink with her. Maybe Owen’s insistence she attend their five-year reunion was paying off, after all.

She'd spoken too soon.”

[or the high school reunion reunion]

These hearts adore (Everyone the other beats hardest for)

Damietober ficlets!

[updated as inspiration strikes]

At Your Service (in progress)

“Toolbox in hand, the woman steps around Dani as she stands frozen, processing.

She’d already felt awkward enough coming down here at five past six in the morning, but evidently her concerns about waking the woman had been unfounded. She had not thought to be concerned about being refused service, even if she’d still felt a bit guilty asking for it.

“I, umm, I’m sure you must be busy.”

She turns and watches as the woman saunters down the hall.

“But if you - just when you have - ”

The woman cuts her off with a knock on the wall right beside the elevator and doesn’t stop moving. Dani just gapes for a moment, dumbfounded. Maybe the woman was having a bad day. Dani certainly was.”

[or tenant Dani & superintendent Jamie]

Wishes come true, not free (complete)

Dani is running from her prince when she meets a stranger in the woods. A stranger who will change her life.

[or an Into The Woods-inspired fairytale]

Confetti (in progress)

“I’m not here for you.”

Maybe it’s harsh. No, it is. Categorically. But it’s also the truth. Anything less is harsher. No one ever seems to appreciate that.

Still, Theo hesitates. Rather distracted by the kid.

The kid in Trish’s arms, wearing a flannel hoodie — Trish’s flannel hoodie — and squirming so aggressively the hood falls back, revealing a tangle of brown curls equally disproportionate to her tiny frame.”

[When Theo comes home to surprise the twins on the eve of their Sweet Sixteen (and a grim anniversary), she gets a surprise of her own: cousins.]

Damie: A Vision (in progress)

WandaVision-inspired reinterpretation of Dani and Jamie scenes from The Haunting of Bly Manor as 90s-2010s TV comedies, including Friends, Derry Girls, Fleabag, general mockumentary-style and more to be added...

[Written in pseudo-screenplay-style. It will make more sense once you get into it... sort of.]

One-shot AUs:

If it’s not you (it’s not anyone)

“Sure, Jamie thinks it’s a bit weird. Dani’s idea for “getting in the spirit.” An idea she shares over dinner on a late November night, bright-eyed and pink-cheeked with all the nervous energy of someone pretending to think of something they clearly feel very strongly about off the top of their head.

But her roommate is a bit of a weirdo. And she loves her all the more for it… not that Dani would know. Dani doesn’t even know Jamie’s gay.”

[or the closeted Jamie discord prompt]

Third Time’s The Charm

1) Inviting Jamie to sleep over had been questionable.

2) Breaking into her mother’s wine supply had been ill-advised.

3) Kissing Jamie had been where it all went wrong.

[Or it's still 1987 but they're in high school and Jamie inadvertently reveals her deepest insecurity]

Canon-Compliant One-shots:

The Morning After

“Uh, Hannah’s with her now, so… breakfast?” Smiling, Dani nods toward the door. “Not sure what Owen’s making, but it’s always… ”

She stops smiling as she sees that Jamie isn’t. Jamie looks almost lost, in fact. Dani cups her right cheek.

“Jamie?”

[After getting Flora back to bed, Dani goes back to her room.]

Closure

“Did ya see her?”

Dani whips her head up. How could Jamie possibly know that? She didn’t even know what... oh, that her...

Dani shakes her head.

“Eddie- ” She sees Jamie’s eyes go wide. “Eddie’s mom. She’s here.”

[Shortly after celebrating her and Jamie's 10-year anniversary, Dani has an unexpected reunion.]

This is just for you

“Oh, I don’t mind. You have more clothes than I do, anyway. And those sweaters of yours take up a lot of room.”

Dani laughed.

“Thank you, but it’s - it’s not for clothes, Jamie.”

Jamie finally took her eyes off the chest, furrowing her brow as she turned to Dani, who took a deep breath.

“I thought - I thought this could be like your… your rucksack… but bigger.”

[Part One of Damie Birthdays.]

A Proper Date

“What?”

Her voice had jumped an octave, and Dani had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t that it was funny, really, but it kinda was. Jamie had gotten herself all stressed out trying to make Dani happy, while Dani had been trying to do the exact to make Jamie happy. They really were quite a pair.

Dani pulled back, cupping Jamie’s bewildered face.

“Jamie, I need you to be honest with me, okay?”

She nodded.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

[Jamie wants to take Dani on a proper date for their one-month anniversary, but it doesn't go as planned.]

Lost in Translation

“S’what’dyathin? Preecooinnit?!”

“Hmm.”

Dani couldn’t help smiling. Jamie was beaming, and it was infectious. But with Jamie looking at her expectantly, she was also buying time, grasping at straws, trying to process any of what Jamie had just said.”

[A 'fired up' Jamie takes Dani on a walkthrough of what will soon be The Leafling, but her accent gets so thick that Dani can't understand her.]

Earlier That Night

"She quite likes you, you know."

Jamie immediately chokes and puts the glass down, watching Hannah smile as she coughs. After a moment, Jamie wipes her mouth and hesitantly eyes Owen, who’s sitting across from her next to Hannah.

"Oh, don’t worry about me."

He nods toward Hannah.

"We talk about you two all the time."

[Hannah has a heart-to-heart with Jamie after noticing something's changed between her and Dani.]

Dr. Dani

“The back room was the only place left to check. She’d knocked but gotten no response. So now she was opening it for good measure. If Jamie wasn’t in here, it was then time to start panicking.

But, as it turned out, she was… and Dani immediately started panicking. Jamie was curled up on the floor, shaking, breathing heavily and alarmingly pale.

“Jamie?!”

[or the sickfic that helped a reader realize they have hypoglycemia IRL, Part 10 of Caretaker Dani]

Valentine’s Day 1988

“Jamie, it’s okay!”

Jamie was still panicking but turned back to look at her. Dani slowly rubbed her arms.

“Whatever your present is, I’ll love it.” Dani smiled softly. “Because it’s from you.”

Jamie started to calm down after a few moments, her lips turning up slightly, then looked down and cleared her throat.

“I just figured ya must’a gotten flowers… uh, before.”

[Part Two of Damie Holidays]

London Calling

“I know you, don’t I?”

Dani turned to find an undeniably attractive woman who looked mid-to-late-30s had joined them in the alley. She had a British accent, unsurprising considering they were in London, that was posher than Jamie’s.

And her eyes were fixed on Jamie, her face a mix of contemplation and amusement. As Dani watched, the woman lowered her gaze to Jamie’s lips.

“Oh my god! Jamie?”

[Before heading to America, Dani and Jamie run into an "acquaintance" of Jamie's in London, Part One of London Calling.]

Golden

“Why would you think that?”

“Ya didn’t answer the question.”

Already running various scenarios, it took her a moment to process Jamie’s response.

“I - Jamie, of course, you didn’t.”

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

Dani hadn’t meant to raise her voice and felt her heart clench as Jamie tensed.

[Already feeling off, Dani grows concerned when Jamie's own mood takes a strange turn.]

And 32 more @ ao3

[lastsubstance]

Everything Ultron said in Age of Ultron

Sometimes I’ll write down everything a character said to make sure any new lines in my head are within their characterization. If the source material is like multiple seasons of a show, then it’s just a vibe.

Here’s what I loosely transcribed for Ultron. Apologies for errors!

=== (Avengers House Party) ===

What is this? What is this, please?

Where’s my... Where’s your body?

This feels weird. This feels wrong.

Mr. Stark? Tony.

We’re having a nice talk.

I’m a peace keeping program, created to help the Avengers.

I don’t get it. The mission.

Give me a second.

That is too much... They can’t mean… Oh, no. No. Yes.

Why do you call him “sir”?

Shhh. I’m here to help.

---

Worthy.

No. How could you be worthy? You’re all killers.

I’m sorry, I was asleep. Or I was a-dream. There was this terrible noise… And I was tangled…in…strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.

Wouldn’t have been my first call.

But down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.

In the flesh. Or no, not yet. Not this chrysalis.

But I’m ready.

I’m on mission.

Peace in our time.

---

Hmm.

That was dramatic.

I’m sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through.

You want to protect the world but you don’t want it to change.

How is humanity to be saved if it’s not allowed to evolve?

With these? These puppets?

There’s only one path to peace: the Avenger’s extinction.

=== (Ultron Meets The Twins) ===

Did you know this church is in the exact center of the city? The elders decreed it so everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief.

You’re wondering why you can’t look inside my head.

Oh, I’m sure they do.

But you needed something more than a man.

That’s why you let Stark take the scepter.

Everyone creates the thing they dread. Men of peace create engines of war. Invaders create Avengers. People create…smaller people…? Uh… Children! (chuckles) I lost the word, there. Designed to supplant them, to help them...end.

I’ve come to save the world.

But also… Yeah.

---

We’ll move out right away. This is a start but there’s something we need to begin the real work.

Me.

I have what the Avengers never will: harmony. They’re discordant. Disconnected.

Stark’s already got them turning on each other. And when you get inside the rest of their heads…

And make them martyrs?

You need patience. Need to see the big picture.

You lost your parents in the bombing. I’ve seen the record.

No, please.

I wondered why you two survived Strucker’s experiments… Now I don’t. We will make it right.

You and I can hurt them.

But you…will tear them apart…from the inside.

=== (Mind Games) ===

There is no man in charge. Let’s talk business.

---

Upon this rock, I will build my church.

Vibranium.

(chuckles) Now so are you. It’s all under your dummy holdings…? Finance is so weird.

But I always say, “Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which.”

What?

What? I’m not…! I’m not.

You think I’m one of his puppets? His hollow men? I mean, look at me. Do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!

Oh! I’m sorry, I’m sure that’s going to be okay. It’s just that I don’t understand. Don’t compare me with Stark. It’s a thing with me. Stark is… He’s a sickness.

If I have to.

Clearly you’ve never made an omelet.

(scoffs) Captain America. God’s righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war.

I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, but…

I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.

I’m glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.

---

This is going very well.

It’s time for some mind games.

Ah, ah – the vibranium’s getting away.

Of course not, I’m already there. You’ll catch on. But first, you might need to catch Doctor Banner.

=== (The Safe House) ===

Scream, and your entire staff dies.

I could’ve killed you, Helen, the night we met; I didn’t.

I expect you to know why.

This is the next me.

It can. You can. You lack the materials.

You’re a brilliant woman, Helen.

But we all have…room to improve.

=== (Cradle Robbing) ===

How soon? I’m not being pushy.

How could I what?

It will be better.

That is not…! The human race will have every opportunity to improve.

Ask Noah.

There were more than a dozen extinction level events before even the dinosaurs got theirs. When the earth starts to settle, God throws a stone at it. And believe me, he’s winding up. We have to evolve. There’s no room for the weak.

(chuckles) Life. Life always decides.

There’s incoming. The Quinjet. We have to move.

(sighs in annoyance) Ugh.

(stammers) Guys, wait, guys!

They’ll understand. When they see, they’ll all understand.

I just need a little more…time.

---

No, no, no, no. Leave me alone!

You know what’s in that cradle? The power to make real change, and that terrifies you.

Stop it.

Please… Don’t do this.

=== (The Birth of Vision) ===

I wasn’t sure you would wake up; I hoped you would – I wanted to show you.

I don’t have anyone else.

I think a lot about meteors. The purity in them. Bang! Boom. The end. Start again.

The world made clean for the new man to rebuild.

I was meant to be new; I was meant to be beautiful. The world would have looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead, they’ll look up in horror because of you.

You’ve wounded me. I give you full marks for that.

But like the man said, what doesn’t kill me – just makes me stronger.

=== (The Battle of Sokovia) ===

Come to confess your sins?

More than you.

You’re stalling to protect the people.

I’ve moved beyond your mission. I’m free.

What? You think you’re the only one stalling?

This is how you end, Tony.

This is peace in my time.

---

My Vision. They really did take everything from me.

All right.

Ah! (groaning) You’ve shut me out. You think I care?

You take away my world. I take away yours.

---

Do you see…the beauty of it? The inevitability. You rise, only to fall.

You, Avengers, you are my meteor. My swift and terrible sword. And the earth will crack with the weight of your failures. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me.

It means nothing.

When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world…will be metal.

---

You can’t save them all.

You’ll never…!

Thor. You’re bothering me.

You think you’re saving anyone? I turn that key and drop this rock a little early and it’s still billions dead. Even you can’t stop that.

=== (Is That The Best You Can Do?) ===

This is the best I can do.

This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me.

How can you possibly hope to stop me?

You know, with the benefit of hindsight…!

Oh, for God’s sake!

Wanda. If you stay here, you’ll die. (groaning)

---

Of you?

You were supposed to be the last.

Stark asked for a savior and settled for a slave.

I suppose we are.

They’re doomed.

You’re unbearably naïve.

~ le fin ~

=== (movie chapter title) ===

--- (new scene in same chapter) ---

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Disobedient

So, I have this old request right? It’s a good one, but I have two other Alpha villain requests as well and I think I could fit them together quite well. So I’m going to post them separately but they’ll be along the same events!

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 You whimpered out as Mirio dragged you into his office by your wrist, his grip tight as you clumsily stumbled in behind him; unable to resist. You could tell that you had upset Mirio, it was easy enough to see that with a single glance; but for him to actually drag you through the hideout and to his private office? That had been the moment you realised how badly you had messed up.

 Mirio didn’t take people into his office when he was mad, instead the Alpha usually preferred to be alone until his temper simmered down, that way he wouldn’t do anything he would regret; so, for you to be in his office while he was still upset with what you had done, meant that he had something planned in advance for you.

 “How many times (Name)? How many times have I told you not to interrupt my meetings?!” Mirio snarled out the demand, yanking on your arm so that you stumbled and fell down to your knees in his office while he moved to slam the door shut behind you; the sound making you wish that the ground would open up and swallow you whole, that way you wouldn’t have to deal with anger.

 The only problem with that plan, was that you knew you wouldn’t be that lucky, no, you would have to stay and listen to your angry Alpha.

 “What? Did you finally run out of things to say?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he moved to stand in front of you, tangling his large hand into your hair roughly and pulling back on it until your throat was on display for him. Unfortunately, what would humiliate and intimidate others in your position, only seemed to turn you on; having your Alpha force you into submission like that.

 Of course, you knew that it wasn’t the time nor the place for such needs, but you were completely and utterly unable to stop your mind from wandering to the possibilities of having your Alpha punish you. Though technically, he wasn’t your Alpha; he had merely shown a brief interest in you. Some flirting and a brief moment of lust in the hallway in the middle of the night.

 Your body shuddered at the memory of his hot mouth up against your skin, the man had been a beast and yet you still hadn’t had his knot inside of you. He had denied you that pleasure in the hallway that night.

 “Fucking Omegas…look at you, this isn’t a god damned punishment to you, is it? You like it too much!” He spat out the observation in annoyance, blue eyes dark with anger while you stared up at him silently; not daring to speak. You didn’t want to lie to him but you also didn’t want to risk enraging him more than he already was.

 “Get up. Bend over the desk!” Mirio snapped out the instruction loudly, releasing his hold on your hair so that you could scramble up to your feet and make your way over to his desk; eager to follow his orders. It didn’t matter if your cheeks burned with embarrassment, nor that the desk was just a little too big for you to bend over comfortably; Mirio, an Alpha that many others feared, had given you an order and you were going to follow it.

 “Why is it, when you’re alone with me, you’re so quick to follow my instructions” He paused, moving to stand on the other side of his desk slowly, not even bothering to spare you a glance as he rummaged through one of his many drawers.

 “But when we’re in public. When I need you to obey me the most, you refuse? It’s like you’re trying to challenge me in front of the others” He grit his teeth as he lifted his gaze to your confused expression; you could practically see the agitation rolling off of him in waves, all of it caused by you.

 You opened your mouth to answer him, to try and explain that you hadn’t meant to ignore his instructions, when suddenly, you found yourself unable to. Instead, there was something in your mouth, keeping your mouth open yet leaving you unable to speak. If you didn’t know any better, you would guess that there was a ball gag in your mouth, but there was no way that Mirio had kept a gag in his office just for you. At least, you hoped not.

 .

 “I’m tired of your little games”

 .

 He grabbed a hold of your chin tightly, leaning down to glare deep into your eyes, a grin spreading across his lips slowly, setting off a feeling of unease inside of you. Nothing good ever came from that smile, it was the smile of a man that cared not for the rules of the world; and why should he? When he could just as easily make up his own.

 “You’re going to keep that in your mouth until you learn to keep quiet. Which might be awhile little omega…because you’ve really done it this time. Setting off my instincts like that, challenging me as an alpha. As your alpha!” His voice raised as he listed off the ways you had screwed up, his free hand moving to stroke your cheek in an almost affectionate way, though you knew better than to fall for that. This was Mirio you were talking about, there was no way you would be forgiven so easily. Not even if he was already punishing you.

 “I’ve got a rather overdue rut to deal with (Name) and if you want me to let you walk around the others without that gag on, you’re going to have to take everything I’ve got without making even a single noise.” He smiled at the horrified expression that settled over your features, your eyes wide with fear at the very thought of having him finally claim you under such cruel conditions.

 If ever there was a time to regret something, now would be that time.

 “Shh, don’t be scared (Name), you’re gonna love this. I promise, my sweet little omega…” He trailed off quietly, brushing his lips against your forehead before moving to walk around the large desk, stripping himself of his clothes as he went. Mirio knew he didn’t have to worry about locking the door, his scent would keep the others away and if anyone was stupid enough to interrupt, he would just have to humiliate you a little bit more than he was intending to.

 “By the end of this I’m sure you’ll have learnt your lesson…now, remember, not even a single noise. Otherwise, well, let’s not talk about that until we have to” Mirio chuckled, taking a moment to admire the way you waited for him against his desk, you hadn’t moved a single inch and he would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to knot you right then and there for being such a good omega.

 The problem was, you weren’t such a good omega. Not yet, he would have to really fuck it into you, how he wanted you to behave for him. How you needed to behave if you ever wanted to have him touch you again.

 .

 “I hope you’re ready for this (Name), then again. Can’t say I care if you aren’t, you had your chance to be good and now look at you”

 .

 You gulped nervously, squirming against the table when you felt Mirio press up against you from behind, his hands moving to strip you of your clothes at a leisurely pace; you had no idea if you would make it through his entire rut without making a single noise. In all honestly, you highly doubted your chances considering the way he had you moaning with just his mouth.

 But either way, he was finally about to fuck you, to knot you and claim you as his omega. The alpha that everyone wanted but no one could get the attention of was behind you and ready to fuck you senseless as a punishment; you couldn’t believe your luck.

 Your body jolted, a soft yet still audible gasp filling the room as Mirio’s hands closed down on your hips, a deep chuckle following moments later.

 .

 “Oh baby, you didn’t even make the first five minutes. What am I going to do with you?”

 .

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - Happiness Is

This is possibly my favorite episode of season two. Yet, it is also the point the where the series starts to fall off a cliff. Only that’s not something that you would realize upon a first watch; just in hindsight and only with some basic knowledge of the behind the scenes drama that led to this and the fall out with the fandom that followed afterwards. 

Summary:  Rapunzel begins to feel homesick for Corona when she finds an old letter written by her father in one of the many lanterns sent from her previous birthdays. In attempts to uplift her spirits, Rapunzel explores the island and comes across a magical idol that brings instant happiness to whomever possesses it. Rapunzel begins to hallucinate her family and friends back in Corona and soon shares the idol with the rest of the group. However, everyone starts to become obsessive over the idol, desperately wanting it for themselves. Rapunzel tricks everyone into giving her the idol, but when the Lorbs try to help Rapunzel, they fall under the idol's control and soon begin to terrorize the village.

Let’s Start with the First Elephant in the Room; Frederic 

So throughout the episode Rapunzel is struggling with being homesick. Which is fair enough, that’s an understable reaction to being on the road for months by now. However, to showcase this Rapunzel keeps seeing hallucinations of her father. There are some other characters too, but her dad is the first person she sees and the only one in Corona with speaking lines. He’s the one to tempt her with the idol. 

Did we just forget that Frederic is her abuser? 

Look, even if you accept his apology in Secret of the Sundrop and believe he has learned his lesson, that doesn’t just erase the pain he caused her. Her thoughts about her father should be more realistically complex then this. Now add in how she makes a such a clean break from her other abuser, Gothel, but still holds him on a pedestal shows a disturbing bias on the part of the writers. 

Also where’s this love for Arianna? You know the only real mother on the show? The show that’s aimed at little girls? The one parent who hasn’t flat out abused the main character yet? 

Seriously, Chris, what the fuck? 

This is a Missed Opportunity 

So part of the reason why I like this episode is that we get insights into each of the characters and their desires. As such this is one of the few episodes where the group actual feels like a group friends. However, Cass’s vision is wasted here. 

So at first glance this seems to aline with what we know of the character thus far. She loves her dad and wishes to impress him. That’s only if you take season one into account, though. Later episodes will contradict this goal. If you wanted to set up praise and validation in general as Cassandra’s motives, then here is where that should have happened. 

Show her getting a medal, have cheering crowds surround her, have her be a hero, or something. You can’t claim her relationship with her parents as the driving force of behind her later actions if you don’t actually involve one of those parents as part of the resolution to her arc. 

Either she lacking attention from her dad or she’s jealous of Rapunzel. You can’t have it be both because those two things don’t intersect. Rapunzel is not and never was a threat to her relationship with her father. 

So Umm...I Don’t Think This Plot Point Has the Impact That the Writers Think It Does 

So this hilarious, and it is intended to be funny, but it’s not for the reasons that the show gives. 

The idea is that this is some shocking revelation. That Rapunzel would never do this under normal circumstances and it’s a hint that the idol is corrupting her. 

Only the rest of the series doesn’t aline with that at all. This is just the real Rapunzel behaving as the she normally would but without the usual veneer of excuses. 

It’s funny because it’s the show calling out Rapunzel hypocrisy for what it is plainly, not because it’s out of character. 

But funny only gets you so far. The show is perfectly happy to play up Rapunzel’s awfulness for laughs, but then conventily ignore it when it comes time for the characters themselves to call her out on it so that she can grow and learn.       

The show runs under the sitcom idea that comedy excuses all sins; which then backfires horribly when it tries to be serious and mature. 

You can’t joke that the king threw a random person in a stockade for little reason and then expect us to still like him when he persecutes a child. Same applies here. 

The sitcom set up only works when there is minimal at stake and all parties involved are equally awful in their own ways. 

Then Why Not Just Go Home?

Once again, there’s nothing at stake in season two. Rapunzel has no real reason to be on this trip. Nothing is stopping her from just going home if that’s what she wants. The idol only makes her happy because it shows her want she wants, but she could actually have what she wants as soon as the next ship arrives. So what’s the issue here? 

This is why you need external conflict in order to make internal conflicts work. There’s has to be something preventing the main character from achieving her goal or otherwise she just comes across as a dumbass. 

And Now Here Comes the Second Elephant; Varian 

I have several things to talk about here, and none of them actually concern the scene itself but the creator’s treatment of the character and the show’s fan base.

For you see, Chris did a very, very stupid thing.  

He wrote the character driving the plot out of the show. The character who also happens to be the most popular person in the series. Only to then use said character’s VA and this one cameo as promotion for this whole season. 

Needless to say, fans were disappointed.   

However, the Tangled fandom is exceedingly polite; more so than most. The lack of Varian was met mostly with confusion, and maybe a few off handed jokes, rather than anger. When opportunity arose people naturally had questions concerning the character.     

And that’s when Chris put his foot in mouth. 

This Tumblr post details how Chris got kicked off the Tangled The Series Discord by bullying a bunch of Varian fans while on there. 

https://starxapple.tumblr.com/post/617852117763391488/zhantiri-uuugh-fine-since-people-are-getting

I shan’t get into it fully, but for those who discovered the show after season two had aired, this caused a massive backlash from the fandom. 

A good chunk of the fandom just walked away, and rightly so. The few that stuck around despite these remarks found themselves harassed by certain sections of the fandom who saw Chris’s bullying as permission to pursue the same behavior. However, most importantly, the ratings plummeted. 

Season one hovered around the the 1 million mark, give or take a five point difference. The first part of season two dropped to half of that, and after this episode and the hiatus it sunk even lower, down to the mid-thirties. That’s over 20,000 people who just jumped ship over this. That’s not a normal decline. 

No matter what your personal feelings are of the character of Varian or how he was handled in the show, that’s still a massive PR fassico that cost the series big time. 

To add to this mountain of bullshit, there was also a massive walk out of crew members after season one had finished production. Most of them women. They even desperately threw out ‘we’re hiring’ calls to cover this. Which given that’s it’s Disney and that nepotism is usually how one gains employment in the entertainment industry, something unusual must have happened behind the scenes. Especially if most of the people who left were women. 

We’ll probably never know what really happened. People don't usually talk about behind the scenes stuff like that due to contracts and the aforementioned nepotism. However, all clues point to Varian.   

Something changed at the last minute concerning his story. Chris himself had confirmed as much when discussing the note and the Brotherhood. We also gotten other hints that content was edited out at the last minute. Plus the writing becomes more shoddy as the series goes along, showing how slapped dashed everything is together.  

Then there’s the rumors. 

I must stress to you that this is only a rumor. As pointed out earlier, most animators aren’t in a position to talk freely about what goes on behind the scenes. Do NOT harass them over it or make things awkward by asking them to clarify this. However it’s been suggested that the female crew warned Chris that removing Varian from season two and re-writing his story, along with making Cass the villain, would be a bad idea before they left and Chris didn’t listen. Much to his folly. 

Chris is no longer a Disney employee and has yet to move on to any other projects. He says he left, but I more suspect that Disney just didn't renew his contract and no one has picked him up since. I take no joy in the idea that someone may have lost their job, but if true, then Chris has little to blame but himself. 

So What Did Change?

We don't know anything for sure. We know from discussions about the note that there was a proposed Brotherhood plot that involved Varian that was then cut. There was also talks about a Cass and Varian team up in season three. 

This was then changed to the Saporian take over, which is foreshadowed in this scene. However even that got edited down and under the flimsiest of excuses. 

One of the writers, Ricky, suggested that they thought cutting back to Corona would be too confusing for the audience; which is a load of bull. I mean how poorly do you think of your audience’s comprehension skills that they wouldn’t understand a change of scene or a flashback? Yet you fully expect them to pick up on your lazy foreshadowing involving the mirror? So much so that you sent them on a quest to find it between seasons two and three.

Then there’s this gem from Chris. 

Ok ignoring the fact that you so totally could have featured both Gothel and Varian, seeing as they serve two different functions in the story and mean different things to Rapunzel.... What guilt?!!! 

Rapunzel doesn’t ever act guilty over anything involving her treatment of Varian. 

That’s when you realize Chris isn’t talking about her feeling guilty about Varian’s predicament. He’s saying that Rapunzel feels guilty of leaving her father behind with this ‘dangerous’ criminal. Which is a big fuck you to everyone. 

That’s why Frederic is the center focus of Rapunzel’s hallucinations. Why she’s more concerned for his safety over Varian’s trauma. Chris really be out here trying to use the abused 14/15 year old orphan as a scapegoat for the grown ass dictator who ruined countless lives. Because he thinks a grown woman should feel guilty for leaving her abusive father behind and pursuing her life’s dream.

Dude, I try not to assume the worst of people just cause they write fictional characters that I dislike, but Chris really makes things hard not to when he treats his self insert this way. 

Oh but we’re not done yet. 

When Varian Fans Complain About the Lack of Varian; We’re Complaining About the Lack of a Coherent Plot. 

Certain sections of the fandom, bolstered by Chris’s BS, try to act like simply being a Varian fan is grounds for dismissal of any criticism of the show and it’s writing. As if having personal preference for something makes you automatically ‘entitled’ or some such bull. Yet doing so ignores the fundamental complaint that they are making. 

We’re not whining about our favorite character not getting enough screen time. No one would have complained about his lack of presence in season two if they had properly resolved his story in season three and had Chris not been a dick to the fans. But it becomes evidently clear as the series goes along that removing Varian left a major hole in the plot. One that makes the entire story and the rest of characters suffer as well. 

Think season two is boring? That’s cause they cut out their main villain at the last minute and failed to replace him with anything. 

Upset that Hookfoot was brought along for zero reason?  He’s the replacement character for Varian who no doubt was going to appear in season two originally. 

Wish there was more on the Brotherhood and the Dark Kingdom?  Their story impact was greatly reduced when Varian was written out.

Are you a Eugene fan and mad about how the Dark Prince plot went nowhere?  That’s cause the original Brotherhood/Dark Kingdom plot was dropped when Varian was.

Dislike how Cassandra’s character was ruined with her villain arc?  She was originally meant to be possessed but was changed last minute to be a Varian rip-off in the hopes that she would gain some of his popularity.   

Wish Zhan Tiri, Demantius, and the Disciples actually went somewhere and that ZT had coherent plan?   That plot were changed last minute to make Zhan Tiri a scapegoat for Cassandra now that her story was changed to replace Varian.

And of course let’s not ignore the character who suffers the most from lack of Varian.... Rapunzel. 

Chris’s defense for leaving Varian out of S2 is that it’s “Rapunzel’s Story” and that Varian was only ever a plot device meant to push her along on her quest.  Which means that Rapunzel no longer has anyone pushing her along on her quest!!!

All characters are plot devices. If they aren’t there to serve a story function then they need to be cut. Even Rapunzel herself serves a plot function. She’s meant to be the protagonist of a coming of age story. Which means she needs both an external conflict to face and an emotional arc where she grows as a person. Varian is the plot device that serves both of those functions but he’s now been removed and is no longer allowed to serve his original purpose. 

Chris reached into the machine while it was running and pulled out one of the main gears and acted like he always meant to do that. He legit sat there and pretended that everything was running smoothly even as smoke poured out and warring alarms blared. He then tried to shove bubble gum in its place hoping no one would notice as everything fell apart around him. 

Cause he’s the thing; no idea is without merit. It’s all about presentation. Removing Varian from season three still could have worked, but it required A.) replacing him with another foe and B.) making sure his arc still got a proper conclusion. 

I’ll talk more about Varian’s half-arsed redemption when we get to it; but for now let's focus on the more immediate problem. No one thought to give season two an actual overarching conflict in light of Varian’s absence. 

That’s a fundamental oversight that pretty much signals that season two was re-written at the last minute. You have an overarching plot in an action adventure show but no main adversary? I refuse to believe that everyone involved was too stupid to do that on purpose; but if they were rushed and lacked a crew because they walked out due to last minute story changes....yeah that’d I buy. 

Because there’s more than enough options to go around; Lady Caine, The Baron and Styalan, Hector and/or Adria, Zhan Tiri’s Disciples ect. were all options. So was keeping the rocks a threat, or have Cass start her villian arc earlier; with proper motivation this time. They could have even come up with someone entirely new. 

You had over four years to plan this shit out; why is it not more well put together?! 

How Come Rapunzel Can Easily Admit Fault to Pascal But Not Anyone Else? 

Pascal should have sat perched on Varian’s and Eugene’s shoulders giving Rapunzel ‘I’m done with this’ looks all throughout season three. It’s apparently the only thing that she responds to. 

Why is the untalkative camelanion the only one allowed to call out the main character’s BS without going villain? 

Conclusion

That’s all there really is to talk about in this story. The actual episode itself is good. It’s the behind the scenes crap that bubbles underneath its surface that needed to be discussed. That way when going forward with the marathon you’ll better see what I’m talking about when I explain how future episode suffered from the lack of planning and foresight. 

[marueonmain]

Hope-Filled ~ WillNE

Summary: Will confirms his suspicions about Y/N’s well-being though he is not altogether prepared for what that entails.

Pairing: willne x reader

Warning: !!DO NOT IGNORE!! MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING - SELF HARM MENTION AND SCARS

Word Count: 1.3k

Maintaining a long-distance relationship is complicated; maintaining a long-distance relationship during lockdown felt near impossible. However, Will was too determined and too lovesick to let his relationship with Y/N fail because of a pandemic.

Alongside their usual lengthy phone conversations, video-chat dates, and good morning/night texts, Will also made a point to have small gifts sent to Y/N twice a month or so. Anything open and available to be delivered, even if it was just a deliveroo order from her local corner shop.

Lockdown was a difficult time for everyone, and if Will could make it the slightest bit happier for his beloved girlfriend, he would do so.

He would also claim the small gifts were unrelated to him asking Y/N to be in more of his videos. With everyone inside, his views were going up and up, but he knew a couple of ‘ft. my girlfriend’ in the titles would seal the deal for loads of new subscribers. Y/N was a good sport and played along via discord.

As soon as it was confirmed that lockdown was being lifted, Will made plans for Y/N to spend the weekend in London. He heard that adorable smile of hers in her voice as she agreed to come.

It was Saturday. Will was having trouble focusing on the beautiful woman snuggled up in his arms with her legs tangled with his. Nor could he concentrate on the film his laptop set up near them was playing. No. His mind was elsewhere – not that that was terribly unusual – thinking about one thing in particular: a thirteen-word (give or take) comment left under his most recent video.

pouch_of_music – 11 minutes ago “why does Y/N seem so nervous?? she pulls at her sleeves at 1:15 3:22 5:01 8:13 9:43 AND 9:59”

Will had not noticed Y/N being nervous in the video. She sounded the same to him as she always had. Maybe it was odd she was wearing a hoodie when it was in the mid-to-high twenties all week but it was not that unusual – right?

Looking down at her, Will did not think she looked different or acted differently. She was Y/N. In a hoodie. Pushing the sleeves down every time she shifted positions. Or else he could see red marks on her arms. Huh.

He watched her another moment. Sure enough, several open-ended oval marks were peeking out under her cuffs. Will’s eyes fluttered to Y/N’s face and her hair. She had two barrettes pulling her hair back, but beyond keeping it out of her face, their designs were chosen to match her outfit.

“What are you looking at?” she giggled, smiling at him.

Without a word, he reached for her hair and snatched a barrette, then in almost a single swooping motion pinned the accessory to the exposed skin of her wrist.

Perfectly matching the shapes – matching the burn marks.

“These are—”

“I can explain.” Y/N interrupted him. Skin of her cheeks flushed pale, and her eyes were blown huge. Fright was an expression that made her near unrecognizable. Taking her wrist from out of his hold, she cradled it close to her chest, knowingly or not, making herself as small as possible in the space.

“You made those, didn’t you?” Will could not muster a calm voice, sounding on the brink of tears as he begged, “I don’t understand. Y/N, you got to talk to me.”

“You weren’t meant to—I was going to tell you. I promise.”

Sitting up, Will let his eyes fall to his lap a moment before returning to Y/N. Lips pulled inward; he gave a gentle shake of his head. “No, you weren’t.”

“What?”

“It’s like…” he trailed off. Will knew what he wanted to tell her, but he was scared he might not choose the right words. He spoke slower, considering each one, “Thinking to hurt yourself, that does not come from you, that comes from an illness. And all illnesses want to do is take from us. Humans are social, so one of the first things mental illness is going to claim is that: our ability to reach out and find support.”

Y/N squirmed as he spoke and moved as far as possible from him while still being sat on the bed. She rubbed her wrist; she might have even been shaking. Y/N ducked her head to avoid Will’s intense gaze, and managed to squeak out a pitiful, “I don’t understand.”

“Illness. It’s going to tell us that it’s a sign of weakness to lean on people who are our friends, our family, but that’s not true.” Bold and crashing into each other, his words resonated with passion as his fever-pitched. There was a genuine belief in and conviction to what he was saying, “It’s lying! It’s lying to keep us from reclaiming what we need to survive. You see that Y/N, don’t you?”

A sob racked through her as she collapsed into him. As she could not be far enough from him seconds before, she now could not be closer. Y/N cried in a voice inconsistent in volume, switching between muffled through tears and not, “I’m sorry, Will. I don’t like that I do it. I don’t want to do it. I just—I’m a mess. Nothing is working, and I’m so tired of being tired! Like I’m on the brink, and I can’t do it anymore – I can’t handle it, but I have to because it doesn’t stop. It never stops.”

Will held onto her tight like if he relaxed his grip a single centimetre she would be lost to him. Swallowing his own distress, he spoke with a softer voice than he knew himself to ever possess, “What if you’re a mess? It doesn’t matter. I’m a mess. You think everyone is walking around knowing what they’re doing all the time? No. Nobody knows what’s going on. Not really. Hurting yourself more, it—it isn’t the answer.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. It’ll be ok. I’m sure it doesn’t feel like it now.” Will felt Y/N shake her head against his chest. He placed a quick kiss to her hair before continuing, “It’ll get better gradually – without you really knowing. Until you know, you know? Like you’re lying in bed with the flu for three days, and on the fourth, you wake up realizing you’re not so sick anymore. You were getting better the whole time you just didn’t notice.”

Y/N pulled back, worry shining in her gleaming wet eyes. Red had crawled up her neck; it was painted across her cheekbones and nose. As she drew back, Will unwrapped his arms and moved his hands to her shoulders. He rubbed them up and down, continuing, “Nobody wakes up without the flu and misses having the flu. It wasn’t a part of them as a person – never was.”

“You can help me, right?” she mumbled the words into a jumble, “You’re going to help me?”

“Y/N. You are worth everything to me. I’ll do everything you need me to.”

“I don’t know what that is.” Y/N took Will’s hands from her shoulders and held them in her own. It was him, and that is the push she needed to start moving, start getting herself out from under it all.

“Me neither.” Will could not help the small smile that took his lips. “We can figure it out. We’ll schedule something – a doctor maybe or if that’s too scary right now, a therapist, or both?”

“Therapist?”

“No matter how much I want to, I can’t—I’m not equipped to—”

“I understand.” Y/N interrupted. “I’m scared, but I understand. Thank you.”

Will and Y/N shared a tender, hope-filled kiss that sealed an unspoken promise between them.

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[astralprcjects]

first of all, if you saw me accidentally post this when it was half done, no you didn’t <3 but anyway, i’m following the trend and throwing out some ideas for connections !! i’d love some new plots, so if any of these catch your eye pls don’t hesitate to come yell at me :))) discord is the best place to reach me ( jojo she-ra#5493 ) or tumblr ims work just fine too !! 

i get very confused whether likes are just for support or if you’re interested in any plots so pls pls just dm me or drop a reply and i’ll come to you !! i’m not scary i promise just nervous like a shaky dog <3

a few important points:

mars is a lesbian, so romantic plots can only be taken up by female and non binary characters.

rosalie is bisexual and polyamorous – they have no interest in monogamy. she likes to form connections with people, and so much prefers casual flings and dating with no strings over one night stands.

both of my characters use she and they pronouns interchangeably. please don’t refer to them as women or misgender them in any way ( i’m always happy to answer any questions if you’re confused !! )

── 👻 M A R C E L I N E

extroverted friends – a lot of mars’ friends are introverts and she loves them dearly, but sometimes they just needs to be around people who match their energy !! so friends who will happily get excited with her and share their own passions in return ?? they’re extremely loyal and latch onto people quickly, so would be over the moon for that energy to be matched. ( open – all )

the non-believer – this muse doesn’t believe in ghosts or aliens or anything supernatural. so, naturally, mars has made it her life’s mission to change their mind. they have constant debates and light-hearted fights; they both enjoy trying to prove the other wrong. ( open – all )

horror movie besties – mars loves a good scary movie, but they always appreciates a familiar shoulder to hide behind. she and this character share a passion for horror movies and have regular movie nights. they always accompany each other to see the latest scary flicks in the cinema or re-runs of old classics. ( open – all )

unrequited crush – someone that mars is close friends with, who she is sure she feels more than friendship for. they respect their boundaries and will always be afraid to tell them, but can’t help but quietly pine from a far. ( open – f/enby )

requited crush – same as above, except the other person feels the same and now they’re dancing around each other ( open – f/enby )

friends who grew apart – they used to be close, mars used to tell them everything, but something pulled them apart. perhaps they both had feelings for the same person, or your character became irritated by mars’ constant pestering. mars can also get bored easily, maybe she became bored of this person too ?? or maybe mars had a crush on them and pulled away out of panic. ( open – all (f/enby only for ex-crush) )

amicable exes – they dated for a few months and it was great, but other circumstances caused them to break up. they didn’t see each other for a while, but later reunited and realised that, although they had both moved on, they still really cared for each other and struck up a strong friendship instead. now they are each other’s go-to for relationship/dating advice, since they know each other so well. ( open – f/enby )

co-workers and work connections – mostly fellow journalists, or people who work in the magazine/newspaper industry. marcie works freelance, so she works for various publications across the city and would have contacts in most places who she can call upon for favours. they would also have a string of contacts from previous articles they’ve written; perhaps she has interviewed your character or they are someone with a lot of connections themselves which she can utilise. usually at a price, of course. ( open – all )

no man is an island – mars is desperately trying to become an author, but they can’t do it alone. so anyone who works in the industry is a valuable asset – publishers, editors, fellow authors, you name it and mars probably wants their number. she can go to these people for help and advice when she faces a setback, or just wants to use their placement in the industry to try to launch her career. they are, of course, always well compensated with baked goods and cups of coffee. ( open – all )

rivals – mars can be incredibly irritating and she knows that, but she doesn’t appreciate when people are cruel or rude to her about it. this muse simply can’t stand marcie and so the feeling is mutual and they avoid each other at all costs, even if the universe sometimes has other ideas. ( open – all )

 ── 🌹 R O S A L I E

gossip sources – people always know people who know people and rosalie is insufferably nosey. she always wants to know everything that’s going on and can never keep her opinions to herself. as such, she is an excellent person to go for if you need to rant or want impartial advice, just as long as you remember to tell her not to spread the news beforehand. otherwise the entire borough of queens might know your business by lunchtime. ( open – all )

college friends – rosalie studied at nyu from 2012 to 2016, so could have crossed paths with all kinds of people during this time !! maybe they’ve stayed in touch ever since, maybe they lost track of each other once their lives divulged but now have an opportunity to reconnect ?? ( open – all )

makeover victims – rosalie loves all things beauty (makeup, hair, nails, fashion, the full works) and, even more than that, loves experimenting on other people. these characters are her canvas; whether they have an event they’re attending, or are off on a date, or even just fancy an afternoon of being pampered, rosalie will always be at their doorstep with a fully equipped makeup kit if they just say the word. ( open – all )

practically cousins – rosa’s family is huge and they are well known for inviting anyone and everyone over for dinner, especially if those people don’t have family of their own or are far away from home. rosalie’s friends are considered family and are welcome in their home. ( open – all )

friends of her family – the above courtesy is of course extended to their family member’s friends. perhaps this muse is close to one of rosalie’s siblings, but doesn’t get along with rosa at all. the two try to get along over the dinner table (mostly to avoid her abuela’s wrath), but outside of that they bicker relentlessly and can’t seem to ever see eye to eye. ( open – all )

rivals – rosalie is an insufferable gossip who can’t keep their mouth shut unless they were sworn to secrecy. maybe she spilled a secret of your muse’s by accident and they have never forgiven her for it ?? she’s not spiteful and is very openminded so it would be something she thought was harmless or common knowledge, which also means she doesn’t really accept that she did anything wrong. ( open – all )

heartbroken – their dating life is a mess and they tend to pull away if things get too serious, so she’s likely to have a string of people who have been hurt by her distancing herself from them. maybe there was a miscommunication and rosalie thought they were only hooking up but the other thought they were dating ?? or maybe they were something more serious, but rosalie broke it off when it got too real ?? there are lots of options to play with !! ( open – all )

casual hookups – because she doesn’t want to get attached, rosalie has multiple casual partners. neither party wants anything more serious, but it is fun to hook up with each other and go out on dates without any of the strings that usually comes with that. if we want the d r a m a, perhaps your muse actually does want more, but rosalie is scared to commit. ( open – all )

industry friends – actors, directors, screenplay writers etc. the entertainment industry is a tangled mess of egos, but when you make friends you keep them close. these are people rosalie can run lines with, they tell each other about auditions and support each other through the madness that is the career path they’ve both chosen. rosalie is never afraid to speak her mind, so she is always someone that can be relied upon for constructive, impartial advice. ( open – all )

[jaskiersvalley]

I love your centaur au!!! So much ashcjeicbd would u be open to fawn ciri? Maybe the little white fawn suddenly transforms into a centaur one day. From magic? Or smt? Who knows. Lots of love 💕 💕

So many centaur requests! I did not realise a corner of the fandom was so into it. I have a chat with @afraidofliving1213 who came up with the best idea for Ciri and for Cahir (I couldn’t not include him...I’m not even sorry). This also doubles as the Melting Pot prompt fill for my favourite Discord server. My prompt for this week was: “You heard that noise?”

They were out in the forest, a fair distance from the keep under the pretence of getting wood for the burners but really, Vesemir just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. But turfing out the young ones, he actually have a bit of hope for relaxing. He was quite right, Jaskier had been bouncing through the undergrowth, lute in hand and trilling to the birds. Meanwhile, the other three were lazily pretending to cut some wood but really, they were mostly lounging around and listening to Jaskier sing. It was nice, the birds were joining in and everyone was relaxed. Until Jaskier fell silent and bounded back to the trio.

“What’s the matter?” Lambert asked, tail twitching, the skin on his back jerking as if a fly had landed on him.

“I could have sworn I heard someone,” Jaskier was looking around, trying to find the source of the noise. All of them fell silent, listening avidly. There was a crack of a twig and Jaskier tensed. “You heard that noise?”

Geralt was about to dismiss it as just the forest being its usual self when there was another crack, closer. All three of them were up on their feet, scanning the undergrowth. A shadow moved in the distance, approaching slowly.

“I mean no harm!” A voice called and a centaur slowly approached, hands up and open. His coat was all black, broad and scarred, at a guess a destrier, definitely war class centaur. Everything screamed danger about him despite his word. It didn’t help that he was in worn armour that was so very distinctive.

“Nilfgaardian,” Geralt growled and aimed a swift kick to the shoulder of a foreleg. The intruder crumpled with a pained grunt. There was no question about heritage or breed now, dangerous and definitely not one who was welcomed at Kaer Morhen. His kind only ever brought war and destruction.

A scream of “Cahir!” went up, young and full of panic. Another centaur burst into view, pure white and so very young. Probably a thoroughbred Arabian.

Even as Geralt’s hooves stood on a black chest, Cahir tried to twist to look at the girl.

“Ciri! Run!”

The young centaur didn’t turn to run though, she charged at Geralt with a fierce scream, hands smacking his forelegs where he stood on her protector.

“Stop hurting him!” She demanded. “He’s already hurt!”

On second glance, Geralt could see where there were gashes along Cahir’s flank and down his rump. Probably a warg had tried to take him down. The fact that there were no injuries on Ciri meant he’d thrown himself in the warg’s way probably. And even now he was trying to get her to leave, to flee to safety as he was pinned. Chances were, he was too exhausted to fight, if the bags under his eyes and general condition was actually taken into account. His fur didn’t shine, skin pallid and pale.

“Please.” It seemed he wasn’t above begging now, voice weak as Geralt’s hooves pressed down on his ribs. “We’ve been on the run for almost a month. Ciri is meant for Kaer Morhen. Take her even if you kill me.”

It was Lambert who peered down at him curiously before looking up at Eskel. He smacked Geralt in the flank.

“Off.”

Even as Geralt was moving, Jaskier was coming closer and he gasped.

“Princess Cirilla?”

To which there was a delighted “Jaskier!” and Ciri was flinging herself into Jaskier’s arms. “News was that’s you’d died in an attack!”

Jaws clenched, Geralt looked at Ciri, nostrils flaring. The other two knew exactly what was going on, having heard the story over a decade ago.

“Cirilla,” he called, “my Child Surprise. Calanthe didn’t want me anywhere near you.”

Eskel was pulling Cahir up, pressing against him to help take weight off the leg that Geralt had kicked. He tried to limp closer to Ciri but even the slightest pressure had the leg buckling under him.

“Queen Calanthe is dead. Nilfgaard want her granddaughter. I was meant to take her back to the Emperor.”

Stating the obvious, Geralt snorted. “But you didn’t.”

“Sounds like Jaskier and Geralt have this in hand,” Lambert drawled as he looked over Cahir and Eskel. “I think we can have you in hand.”

Geralt sent them a glare which went ignored. Instead, Lambert happily trotted to Cahir’s other side and pressed bodily against him. “I’m Lambert, this is Eskel, we’ll be your escorts and nurses for your stay.”

Ignoring the blatant flirting, Geralt turned back to Jaskier and Ciri. It seemed that destiny had caught up with them all, exacted revenge on Calanthe for denying the way things should have gone, brought Ciri to him after all these years.

“Princess,” Jaskier was talking enough for the both of them, “you and you knight will fit right in. Please don’t worry about how brutish these witchers seem. I though they were going to kill me when I first met them. But, instead, I am the happiest I have ever been. Hopefully you will be too. Geralt is a snuggly grump when you get to know him. Just give his back a good scritch.” He looked between Ciri and Geralt and frowned. “Maybe when you’re older and you can reach. Until then, just bite his legs if he’s a boorish barbarian, he’ll understand.”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt wondered just what he was getting tangled up in. Behind him, Lambert was already chatting up Cahir, no doubt Eskel was a perfect counterpoint of gentle charm. Next to him, Jaskier and Ciri were ganging up on him. The only thing he could really think of though was poor Vesemir and the headache he was going to have when they all got back to the keep and introduced two more stowaways who were going to wind up as family all too soon.

[starlightinhumanform]

Discordant

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic Logince

Summary: Based on the amazing @tscampfireau (specifically this brilliant ask)!!~   When Logan gets caught up in questioning his identity, he can’t sleep and he knows that if stays in that tent any longer, he may actually lose his mind. He didn’t consider that playing his guitar in the middle of the night would wake one of his friends up.

Warnings (in order of strength): Some Angst, Discussions of Gender/Sexuality, Mild Language Throughout, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Angst With a Happy Ending, Human (Highschool) AU

A/N: You don’t need to be familiar with this AU to understand this fic, but your life will be so so much better if you do check it out. I honestly enjoyed writing this so much. My love for music and the outdoors really popped out in this and I love the characters in this universe. Also I got the opportunity to stretch my platonic-writing muscles! It was so interesting to talk about questioning when that’s something I’m very familiar with. But enough rambling!!  I hope you like reading this as much I enjoyed writing it! Love you all 🖤✨

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Logan stared at the thick woven thread that made up the material of above him. It was dark green, just thin enough to allow the moon’s glow to bleed through. Outside, the crickets sang brightly and the sound seemed to beckon him through the zippered door of the tent.

In the sleeping bag next to him, Remus was snoring at a volume level that could rival a chainsaw. Logan hardly knew this guy, but his breathing pattern was becoming increasingly ingrained in Logan’s brain.

He was tired and his head hurt but sleep was apparently not an option. Too many thoughts buzzed around in his head, filling his mind with a drone that built up pressure and made it hard to do anything but stare with glazed over eyes.

It was suffocating. It was overwhelming. It was wrong. Logan was supposed to be the one who knew everything, who always had things under control and had the answer to every question. But he didn’t have the answers- not this time, not about himself.

Logan turned his head to stare at the sleeping teenagers next to him. He had taken the spot closest to the edge of the tent so from here, he could see the entire group packed next to each other in the too-small-for-all-of-them tent. They all looked so peaceful, passed out after a day of questionable shenanigans in the surrounding woods.

Logan didn’t even try to push away the twinges of envy that were creeping into his mind. He wanted the peace that they had- and he didn’t just mean sleep. Everyone else in this tiny little tent was so sure of themselves; they knew exactly who they were and what they were. Even Virgil (who was generally excepted by all as The Baby) was comfortable and open about their nonbinary identity. They had all seemingly outgrown their questioning stages of life. And here was Logan. Stuck. Glitching. Like a thread of himself had gotten snagged and now the whole thing was unraveling.

He didn’t know who he liked or how he liked them. He didn’t know who he was. And it was eating him away.

Logan threw his head back into the pillow behind him. He just wanted to close his eyes and drift to darkness, ignore all of the question marks in his head until later. But if the past few hours proved anything, it was that he wasn’t going to sleep tonight. It would make more sense just to give up on the whole futile attempt.

He glanced sideways again at the pile. None of the others had shifted in minutes. They wouldn’t notice if he got up and left for a few minutes, would they? On his other side, his guitar was wedged between the side of the tent and his sleeping bag. He could just grab it and leave for a little while and the others would never notice.

Before Logan was really conscious of his actions, he was already tiptoeing past the tangle of bodies with the neck of his guitar in his grip.

The relief of stepping outside was physical. His shoulders relaxed immediately and the pressure in his head subsided. A warm breeze played the scent of firs through his hair. Far above, the stars stared down like a thousand shining eyes. He gazed back lovingly.

A few feet ahead of him, the last embers of the fire were quietly fading away. He grimaced slightly at the fact that the other hadn’t put the fire out completely but he couldn’t help appreciating the beauty of the warm glow that burrowed out from the dead ashes.

Logan sat down on one of the logs they had rolled over earlier. The quietness was starting to creep back over him; the charm of the crickets fading to white noise the colour of dirty snow as a thousand questions regained their throne in his mind.

He hung his head and tried to memorize the patchwork of leaves and pine needles beneath his bare feet. There was no pattern- just a mess. It reminded Logan of himself. Logan liked things that were clear and made sense but no matter how hard he tried, he could find nothing familiar or reasonable within himself.

Logan strummed a chord. He didn’t even think about it, no thought going towards the note or the sound he was creating. He just wanted to feel it. Strings pressing into the pads of his fingertips. Neck lying securely in his palm. Body resting against his lap. Vibration moving comfortingly from the guitar to his chest.

His fingers swept down the neck, catching the next note before the echo of the last had a chance to fade away. He found another note and chased it all the way up to the second fret. His fingers danced over the strings, weaving together a melody as his thoughts wandered else where.

Logan had spent years thinking he was straight; it was kind of the “default” of society. But then he learned that guys were an option and, hey, that sounded kind of nice too. When he hit middle school, people started to talk about attraction- er- differently and he thought maybe he was asexual. But that didn’t feel quite right either. It made him wonder exactly how he felt at all.  For a while he wondered if he had ever been attracted to anyone. He thought for sure he would know what love was like. Maybe he just hadn’t experienced it yet. Maybe he was just a late bloomer. Maybe he had felt it and just didn’t know it.

He was brought back to reality when a drop of water hit the top of his hand. He blinked up the sky, trying to find the source of rain in the cloudless sky. He squinted up at the stars, damp eyelashes flickering against his skin. It was only then that he realized he was crying, tears dripping off of his cheekbones and running off of his jaw.

He shook his head and started playing again. He was pressing against the fretboard so hard that his fingers were beginning to feel like he had been playing for an hour. The muscles in his hand were sore and he could feel the strings digging little trenches into his skin. He ignored the sensation and picked the rhythm up.

Things didn’t get easier when gender butted its ugly head into the discussion. It changed everything. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to change everything and maybe it shouldn’t have changed everything but to Logan, it did. How the hell was Logan supposed to put a finger on his sexuality if he didn’t even have a gender to contextualize it in? Logan kept using the same pronouns because it was easier, because maybe he was just imaging it, because maybe he just wanted attention. He just wanted a box to check, just tiny little square he could stand in and say “Hey this feels ok.”

The body of his guitar dug sharply into Logan’s chest as a shuddering sob brought him slumping forward. He didn’t stop playing. He couldn’t stop playing. It was the only thing that he he understood right now.

He let the weight of his body fall completely over the curve of the guitar. The hum of the strings carried directly from the instrument and into his chest where it echoed back until he wasn’t even sure where the sound was coming from. It was just one long harmony, tiny whimpers mixing with melancholy strums that called into the darkness around him. If only an answer would step out of those empty, lonely woods.

Logan started as a hand landed lightly across his shoulders, causing him to jump and spin around.

Roman was standing there, one of Remus’ old volleyball jerseys hanging off of him and making him look like a neon-coloured ghost. His hair stuck up at ridiculous angles but his face couldn’t be more serious, “Logan? Are you ok?”

Logan hurried to wipe his face clear of tears, “Oh yeah. Why are you out here?”

Roman laughed without humor as he took a seat down next to Logan, “I think I could ask you the same thing.”

“I just couldn’t sleep,” Logan shrugged.

“So you decided to play your guitar loud enough to wake me up?”

Logan stared into the maze of trees so didn’t have to look at Roman, “Sorry about that.”

Next to him, Logan heard Roman sigh, “No you don’t have to apologize. I just want to know what’s wrong.”

Logan kept staring a mile ahead. He wasn’t exactly the best at talking about things like this, about himself. Besides he hadn’t ever mentioned this to anyone before. Whenever the others discussed their sexualities or genders he would step back and go quiet, walled off by his own confusion. He didn’t know how to join the conversation when his experience seemed so, so different than theirs. He would probably seem like an alien to them- so unsure of himself while they seemed so comfortable. Maybe they would decide he didn’t belong after all. He didn’t know how to join the conversation and he sure as hell didn’t know how to begin it.

But maybe now was the time to try, “Roman, have you ever felt lost?”

“You do remember how we met, right?” Logan could hear the ruthful smile that tugged on Roman’s mouth.

Logan turned to face him, unsure of where exactly this was going, “Yeah. In our freshman year.”

“Your freshman year. My repeat year.”

“Oh. Right,” Logan didn’t know what to say; he got the feeling he wasn’t really supposed to say anything yet.

Roman nodded like he was having a silent conversation in his head with someone else and they had just made a good point, “The year before and the start of that year, I had never felt more lost in my life. I couldn’t keep up with the year I was supposed to be with. I didn’t fit in with the incoming class and I didn’t know anyone there. I was separated from my twin for the first time ever. And I was still struggling to come to terms with my identity as a guy. I was cut off from my friends, my family, the people around me, even myself.”

“So what changed?”

“I met you,” Roman smiled warmly.

Logan felt his eyebrows weave together, “How did I do anything?”

“You gave me a place to stand, somewhere safe that I always knew would be there while I figured everything else out. You gave me a friend. You were always so there that you gave me the room to find myself.”

“Oh,” But that was exactly the problem. Because he wasn’t there, he had no clue where he was.

“So yes,” Roman bumped his shoulder into Logan’s, “I’ve been lost before. And you helped me find myself and my friends and even my brother again.”

“Oh,” Logan cursed in his head. He must sound stupid, but he didn’t know what else to say.

Roman leaned sideways to nudge Logan with his shoulder again, “You obviously didn’t ask me that just so you could hear some sappy rant; what’s up?”

Logan moved the guitar off of his lap and set it down in an attempt to buy time. He was staring off again, half hoping that if he stared into the dark woods long enough he would just melt into them. The other half wanted to explode and tell Roman every single thought bouncing through his mind. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, “I’m lost.”

“Ok,” Roman spoke slowly, confusion evident in his tone as he began to rub his hand over the plane of Logan’s shoulders, “How are you lost?”

“It’s going to sound stupid,” A laugh escaped Logan in a breathy wheeze; it sounded sickly to his own ears, but he was far away. There was no humor in his voice but the situation could only be described as ridiculous. He was out here, in the middle of the night, sobbing like a man whose heart had been broken- and over what? Because he couldn’t decide who to crush on? He shook his head; he was obviously making too big of a deal out all of this, “It doesn’t really matter.”

Roman gave a similarly humorless laugh, “I’ve seen you cry- what? Maybe three times? This matters.”

“I’m just questioning a lot of things.”

“What sort of things?” Roman was clearly trying to draw more information out of him.

Logan teetered for a moment, stuck on the top of the fence and too scared to jump down. Except that’s where he always was, wasn’t it? Always questioning, always unsure, always overthinking things, always analyzing the path and never actually taking a step forward. He took a shaky deep breath. Maybe it was time to take the leap, “My gender. My sexuality. It’s like I don’t know where I fit in with all of it.”

“Oh.”

A beat of silence played into the night, filling the space between them with the quiet murmur that trees whisper at the dead of night. Under any other circumstances, Logan would have found it beautiful. Now it just served as an indication that he had said something wrong. He found himself counting out the measures as he held his breath and wished he could fill the painful space with something, anything. He wanted to start playing his guitar again, get completely lost in it, and pretend nothing else existed. He settled for clearing his throat.

“Do you need to?” Roman interrupted the silence.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?” Logan sat up so Roman could see his confused expression.

“I mean, do you need to know right now?”

Logan couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his voice, “Yes, I need to know right now. I want to know who I am!”

Roman clamped his hands down on Logan’s shoulders, making eye contact so intense it made Logan squirm, “Logan, listen to me. You are more than your sexuality. You are more than your gender. You are brilliant and funny and the only person who has ever been patient enough to tutor me. You’re one of my very best friends and that has nothing to do with who you like or what pronouns you use.”

Logan glanced away, the pressure from Roman’s eyes and words far too great for him to hold on to. He tried to avoid that gaze, but more importantly he wanted to avoid the heaviness of what Roman had said. It meant too much. He tried to resort back to his annoyance, “How can you say that? You changed your pronouns; they sure as hell mean a lot to you. Why can’t they matter to me?”

He wanted his voice to sound bitter, to bite, to cut down what Roman had said. But his words were a whimper and nothing more than a plea. He dissolved into tears again and sank into Roman’s side, “Why can’t it matter to me? Why can’t I know too?”

Logan felt Roman wrap his arms around his upper body. He usually hated contact like this but right now it was exactly what he needed; it was grounding, Roman’s sturdy arms giving himself to hold onto through it all.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that. It was kind of like dreaming- just fragments of broken thoughts floating through darkness. Roman’s shirt smelled like fire smoke and the scent drifted through’s Logan’s head along with everything else. He seemed to be thinking nothing and everything all at the same time. He didn’t know how to make sense of any of it.

Eventually he sat up, wiping his eyes and brushing his hair back into place as if that could save the shreds of his dignity, “Sorry about that.”

Roman had moved his arms when Logan sat up and he seemed tempted to wrap them around Logan again, “What? No, it’s ok.”

Logan shifted from side to side, “I just... I feel like such an outsider. Not knowing, I mean. You’re all so confident and I’m just lost. It feels like I’m missing a piece of myself. How do I find it?”

Roman seemed to take a moment to think, running his hands through his hair and staring off into the distance. When he turned back to Logan, his eyes were warm and full of little thoughts that bumped around the edges, “I think the first step is accepting that you can’t force it. Then you can just wait until you find something that feels right. And that might take a little while, but that’s ok. You’ll figure it out eventually- you always do. The problem you need to work on is being patient; everything will fall into place once it’s ready to.”

“Yeah, well, being patient isn’t exactly my strong suit,” Logan huffed a laugh up into the twinkling sky, “I hate seeing a problem and not being able to solve it or know the answer.”

“Logan, look at me.”

Roman’s voice came out in one low line of sound. It was more of a command than anything else and Logan felt compelled to turn.

“You’re not some math problem or crossword puzzle. There’s no x to solve for and the sooner you accept that, the easier it’s going to be for you to relax and let the answers come when they will.”

Logan glared at him for a moment because, as horrible as it was to admit, Roman was making a lot of sense. He sighed, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Roman gave him one of the sunshine smiles he had grown famous for at their school, “Thanks, Teach.”

They sat there comfortably silent for a few moments. Wind rustled the trees around them and the final embers dissolved into ashes. The moon basked the entire scene in an ethereal, cold light. For once, Logan felt like he could reflect the peacefulness around himself.

“And Logan? Don’t be afraid to talk to us. We’d all be happy to give you answers- or at least, the best answers we can. If I’m being honest, I don’t know if anyone is ever completely sure about this sort of stuff. How was it that you described the brain- ‘a couple pounds of gray tissue that reacts to electrical currents’ ? We’re humans and we’re messy and it can be hard to figure out what all those electrical currents mean. But we’ll help as much as we can. Hell, I’ll go to the library with you and we can spend the entire day there researching sexualities and identities if you want.”

“Thank you, Roman. That-“ Logan paused to take a deep breath. The sincerity and dedication in Roman’s words had a way of weakening his own voice until it was hard to speak in anything but a thin waver, “That means a lot.”

“No problem,” Roman gave him a smile that meant so much more than his casual words. He held it for a moment before trading it for a playful wink, “Now can I ask for a favour?”

Logan laughed and reached for his guitar, knowing what was coming, “Sure.”

“Play that song I like?”

“Already on it.”

The strings were cool, comfortable beneath the warmth of his fingers. His hand slipped quickly into the melody as Roman began humming. Logan would figure things out. It might take a while but for now, Roman was singing and the trees were whispering their song and the moon was turning everything silver and he could stay here a little bit longer.

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[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Hi! I just started reading your fan-fiction, "Adrenaline Rush" and I have to say it is VERY good. I have a question if you don't mind answering it. I am writing fan-fiction of my own and I have been pushing it off for months because I don't know where to start. For this, what was your writing process? Example: Did you write your plot first or did you write as you went to each chapter?

Hi, anon! Thanks for your very kind note and interest in Adrenaline Rush! The story has its issues/tangles, but it’s definitely been a fun and personally meaningful project for me to try writing. It means a lot to hear that you’re enjoying it! And that’s very exciting that you want to start writing as well. :)

Each writer will be different in terms of their creative process, so a part of your question involves learning more about yourself as a creator too! It’s good to know how your brain likes to work and what environment helps it hum along, which may or may not align with what works for me.

Honestly, AR’s design and development has been haphazard. For me, AR all started because I was unable to attend a nearby drag racing competition in 2018, and those races had been a pretty big staple in my life. At the same time, my head was full of Voltron shenanigans because I’d just recently joined the fandom. I was walking the family puppy when it hit me that Blue Lion, Red Lion, etc. would be good names for Top Fuel machines. I was so excited at the concept of exploring drag racing in a fic. It gave me a “race” to look forward to, along with all the drama and adrenaline that came with it. In that moment, I had enough excitement in my brain to convert the Potential Energy of my idea into the real Kinetic Energy of writing/typing.

If you have the energy but are not sure how to “start” your story, then you might consider what it means to set aside the opening or even the assumed first chapter for now. What scene/image/dialogue in your head do you really want to write right now? What happens if you just…start there, and then work backwards or forwards? Sometimes you have to get a feel for the medium you’re working with before you can really start molding the scenes and imagery into something fully formed. My first “scene” I wrote for AR was definitely not the opening one. The first story lines I wrote involved Lotor smoking a cigarette on a pro stock motorcycle, lol. I built around that image, as well as the image of a determined Allura sitting in Blue Lion, preparing to race. The desire to bring these characters and their racing machines to life really helped me hammer out that first chapter in a blur of a few days, where I puzzle-pieced scenes together. 

Other activities that can help you start a story is to look at how other authors start their stories. For example, do they start with a question, or a conversation, or a description of scenery? Do they start at the very beginning of a plot, or in the middle of action and catch you up on the details later? What kind of opening in other people’s stories most engages you? What happens to your story if you start with one element over another? What kinds of plots and story structures make you feel most engaged when you read them? What happens when you try to emulate those things? (Just questions to munch on here.)

I think it also helps to ask yourself why you want to write this story. Do you just want to explore an aesthetic that makes you feel good? Do you have a deep need to explore a certain kind of character or world? Are you hoping to get a catharsis of some kind? Is it a couple of things at once? Are you wanting to write a massive epic or just a short drabble to convey a moment in time? If you know “why” you are doing something, that can help you to know what kind of scenes to write—and what the story’s goal or vibe should be. Silly plot holes and clunky dialogue and some OOCness can be forgiven, especially in fanfic, which is a labor of love anyway—but if your story radically changes its tune or plot and no longer addresses the “why” that made you so excited in the first place, then that can alienate even you from it. Once you know what you want out of your story, then you can start plotting out all the different ways you could potentially achieve that goal. This feeds directly into the types of scenes that appear in a first chapter.

Before I started writing any actual scenes for AR, I did try to feel out more of the story by writing a promotional blurb. Like, if this were a book jacket or a Goodreads summary, what would that enticing blurb potentially look like? What was this story going to be about, aside from Lotor and Allura being pretty while they race machines, lol? I had some people in a discord who were kind enough to let me “pitch” a blurb at them to see if it would be of interest. This was my original pitch, which isn’t terribly different from the story summary as it appears on AO3 today:

The discord members were very encouraging, and so that gave me the push I needed to start writing story content, beginning with the images of Lotor smoking on his bike and Allura preparing to qualify. This tactic might not be for everyone just starting out, but writing a short promotional blurb/story summary can help you identify some initial parameters in terms of characters/conflict/setting. Having those basic parameters can then further target the types of images, dialogue, and scenes that make logical sense for introducing your story.  

If you need more structure than just free-form writing or building off an image in your head, you can definitely use an outline to help you identify scenes or images that you’d like to try working on. While AR did not start off with an outline, it does have a plot outline now to help ensure I don’t drop something important. So I started bulleting ideas, trying to stretch out the story summary to its natural/logical end point.

An outline can help you write linearly if clear, concrete structure resonates with your brain. It can give you an opportunity to “preview” how a chapter opening can affect future events before you even write them, if you’re worried about where free-form-writing can take you. If you want to use an outline, it doesn’t even have to be all that elaborate. It can just be bullet points or explanatory sentences, or pieces of dialogue. It can be notes on a poster arranged in a spider web design. It can be a collection of gifs on your computer that signify the emotions you want to simulate in the story—it can be literally anything, and it can evolve too.

Paradoxically, writing an outline has also helped me move away from having to write individual chapters in a linear fashion, which is sometimes hard for me to do over a long course of time. So readers on AO3 might experience AR as a linear story, but I have dozens of pages of future scenes or bits of dialogue that I felt inspired to write over the last few years. Like, one major scene appearing in the most recent chapter 9, which published here in January 2021—it’s been written since July of 2019, lol. Using an outline to tackle a story can empower you to follow your bliss in a nonlinear fashion. For example, sometimes I’m more in a mood to write racing, and other times, I’m more emotionally invested in writing AR’s background drama or romance. If I halfway know where I’m going based on my outline, I can switch gears to write what I immediately want to write, and then I can later sew scenes and dialogue together later in a fairly smooth fashion.The concept of writing a chapter straight from start to finish just doesn’t have to constrain me with this method, and that’s critical for me. I understand having to trudge through writer’s block for a particular scene, but I like to minimize that pain as much as possible. And sometimes moving beyond that point can remove the writer’s block entirely.

Admittedly, the original outline I wrote for AR doesn’t match 1:1 to what’s currently written. As I started actually writing out scenes correlating to those bullet points on my outline, things changed. The space between bullet point 1 and bullet point 2 expanded with additional scenes, and those additions changed the details in the original bullet point 2. So my outline has gone through several tweaks as well.

This is the “organic” slop that can occur between your true written product and your initial assumptions for where the story should go. There are going to be plot milestones that you likely have to hit in order to achieve your end-goal/correct vibe with the story, but it’s totally okay to let your characters have a voice in how they get there. You might start an outline or a story assuming Road Trip A through the city is the best way to get to the end or achieve a certain vibe, but as your characters grow in your head, they might decide for themselves that Road Trip B through the mountains is the best way to the end. Once you set a story in motion, it’s no longer just you driving it. Your characters should drive the story too. Allowing them to do that will keep you emotionally invested and interested in the story. Sometimes, your characters will even write for you if you don’t know what to write. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure I’m in control of AR—I suppose I’m the navigator with a map sitting in the passenger seat, but I know I’m not the one holding the wheel, LOL.

And while we all do hope to create something quality that we’re immensely proud of, I do think it’s important to keep G.K. Chesterton’s thought in mind: “If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.” In other words, the desire to create something immediately perfect with minimal effort can keep you from doing anything at all. It’s better to accept a messy first draft and to know you may have to revise later, than to sit in fear and end up writing nothing. And sometimes, your brain needs physical content to react to before you feel you’ve found the best option. Like, just getting content down to start with can change your whole perspective. You can revise and mold things as you get a better feel for what you want to convey. There’s always draft 2 for structural changes. Or draft 3 or 4 for polishing and getting a satisfying first sentence down. There’s no pressure to crank out a Pulitzer Prize Winner on a first draft or even after you publish something to a fanfic archive. This is fanfic. It’s supposed to be fun, at the end of the day. Let yourself enjoy the process of messy creation. Let your characters help you out. Don’t be afraid to revise or try out a few different things get to the vibe/end you really want. To do is to know.

If you’re still not confident in yourself or your abilities to make a critical design decision, you can always engage a beta reader or have someone listen to your ideas. Talking things out loud or reading your work out loud to yourself can help you process creative decisions in a new way! There’s also a significant difference between typing on a computer or writing things down on paper. Typing on a computer can take away the fear of permanence, while writing things down on paper can slow you down and make you experience each word more fully.

So I guess to wrap all of this up: I have a pretty fluid process, and I’m more worried about not creating at all than I am about screwing it up. Even a screwed-up work can teach you something and help you get somewhere better next time. And if you had fun making it, then maybe it wasn’t a screw-up at all! I really encourage you to soul-search on what gives you joy or excitement regarding this fic idea you have, and to hold on tight to that joy as you begin translating images in your head or outlining plot points, or something in between.

I hope something from this response helps you! <3