#and wrote a lot feel free to cut it down lmao

[psychesalcove]

Can I please get ֶָ֢ "wait, don't pull away...not yet," with Percy Jackson for the event.

Take your time and thank youu~

✧.* percy jackson x gn reader

part of psyches, ' in memory of those who chose the sea' event !

-> want to participate in the event?

— my posts are completely race and body type friendly (unless stated in title) so no descriptive words here of someone's skin tone or body shape!! feel free to interact:)

an: just realized I hadn't wrote a an for my other event posts, but I loved writing every story so ty for requesting!! anyways, this is a rlly cute prompt with percy (but let's be fr this guy is always cute in some way lmao)

you placed your bowl into the sink of Sally's and Paul's apartment, attempting not to make much ruckus with the other dishes in the sink. you felt percy come up behind you, him alerting you of his presence by placing a gental hand on the small of your back. "hey you," he mumbled lightly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"hi hon," you replied, eyes roaming over the dishes from the wonderfully cooked meal sally made earlier. "d'you want me to do the dishes? it's the least i can do," you asked, feeling bad and not wanting sally to do dishes after cooking.

percy shook his head and breathed out a chuckle. "you don't need to, baby. mom n paul have a system set up: if she cooks he cleans, vise versa." he explained, hands now around your waist.

you hummed lightly in thought. "sounds like a good system," you said, turning around so your face was practically shoved into percys' chest. "they remind me a lot of my parents," you mused.

you felt percy tilt his head to the side. "yeah?" he asked, brining his face down to press a kiss to your hairline. "how?" he asked; tone filled with love and warmth.

"i guess, just how they act around eachother," you mused. "like each other is all they need in the world," you countined, putting your ear over where his heart was and listened to the steady beats.

"they are pretty cute, aren't they?" he says more like a statement rather than a question. "y'know, sally said that when she first saw us together, we reminded her of her and paul," he countined, smiling fondly at the memory.

"really?" you asked, one of your hands rubbing slow circles on percys back.

percy hummed. "yeah," before he could say anything else, sallys voice cut through the peaceful aura that had been created in the kitchen; her asking if the two of you were ready to watch a movie.

you breathed out a small laugh, and you shouted back to her, saying you could be in the living room in a minute. you made a motion to leave the embrace, but percy had other thoughts. "wait, don't pull away..not yet," he mumbled as he pressed yet another kiss into your hairline.

"perce, the movie is probably ready to play," you laughed as he only pulled you closer to him.

"we can make popcorn in here," he said, removing one arm from around you; but keeping the other arm securely around your waist. he reached up into the cabins and quickly grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn.

"mom! we're making popcorn, d'you n paul want a bag?"

[sundrop-writes]

Miss Nectarine

Donna Troy x Fem!Thick!Reader

Miss Nectarine, jawbreaker sweet.

Summary:

Ever since the old Titans have come 'home', Donna has been swimming in stress and grief over the friend they had lost the last time they lived at the Tower. She unintentionally found the perfect way to combat that grief when she accidentally walked in on you in a very revealing situation.

Donna Troy x Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season 2, Episode 7.

Word Count: 2,600

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is such a random fic lmao; this is primarily smut; this fic does feature spoilers for the canon if you haven’t seen the show before and you want to watch it spoiler-free; mentions of Titans!Bruce Wayne’s intense paranoia; mentions of background (past) Dawn/Dick; mentions of canon violence (no in-depth descriptions); mentions of Donna/Garth (but I never outright state in this fic that Donna and Garth were romantic in the past or if they were just friends - I like them better platonically tbh); mentions of Donna’s grief for Garth as a best friend; this uses the ‘caught masturbating’ trope - Donna accidentally walks in on the reader masturbating and all the lustful feelings she has ever felt for the reader come flooding toward the surface; there is no hard dom/sub, but Donna is more dominant and the reader is more submissive to Donna’s orders and whims; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; she reader is described as fat/plus sized (through a very loving gaze - Donna is very turned on by her body); accidental voyeurism (Donna watches the reader masturbate for a while); clitoral stimulation (the reader masturbating); the reader calls Donna ‘D’ (because that’s a thing in all my fics now); very clear consent is established before Donna touches the reader; mentions of Donna manhandling the reader slightly (using her superpowered strength, but nothing that would be incredibly unrealistic); oral sex/pussy eating (Donna giving, reader receiving); I believe that’s about it. 

A/N: This is named after the recent song Miss Nectarine by Ashnikko, which is about someone struggling with their attraction to women and I fucking love the song so much - the second I heard it, it captured my heart. I highly recommend listening to it. Also, I feel like this fic is not my best work. Idk. I wrote it with a really awesome inspiration in mind (Donna lusting after a thick girl) but I couldn’t really get the writing flow down, and I feel like some parts of it are clunky. But I know that sometimes we should stand behind work that’s not our best, and people still might enjoy reading this. So, here you go!

...

Titans Tower was a place that had a lot of usual features. Things that no other home would ever need. 

The large serenity garden in the center of the house that never seemed to bring anyone serenity. (It was likely just there because the Tower had been built for people who were city-dwelling chronic night owls, the type of people who never saw plants in their natural habitats, and needed a simulated one in the middle of their million dollar condo.) The large, state of the art training facility. The medical bay, stocked with all kinds of equipment and medication - including a freezer filled with spare blood, in all of the original Titans blood types. Which is something that would be insanely creepy to any outsiders. 

And among the more peculiar security measures: none of the internal doors in the house had locks on them. All the bathroom doors, all the bedroom doors, the doors to the training room - none of them locked. 

To a certain extent, Donna understood why. 

The place had been designed by the most paranoid man on the planet - at least, that’s what Diana often called Bruce, and Donna had to believe it wasn’t an exaggeration, because Diana didn’t really believe in hyperbole. There were cameras in every single room, endless security protocols to breach the Tower from the outside - most of which Donna likely didn’t even know about. The place had been designed around its own unique, state of the art surveillance system. 

So, there being no locks on any of the bathroom doors or bedroom doors was just another… quirk. Something implemented for security purposes without ever considering how inconvenient it would be for a person to actually live with. 

It was something implemented with the idea that locks put barriers between the members of a team, and those barriers can create secrets. Secrets cause friction. A team should be one solid unit. That, and it can be dangerous, taking away precious life saving seconds if someone is locked in their bedroom while sick or injured and a door needs to be smashed up in order to get to them. 

At least, that’s what Bruce had in mind when designing the place. 

Back when all the original Titans had moved into the Tower, knocking became the most easily upheld rule in the household. No matter how much they argued over who did the dishes or complained about certain people making noises at ‘impolite’ hours - above all, it was a sacred practice not to barge past a closed door without asking first. 

And as Hank taught them, whenever someone wanted privacy in their room, as a kind of ‘do not disturb’ sign: a sock was to be wrapped around the doorknob as a universal signal that the person inside did not want to be bothered. It was a good old fashioned standby that he had learned while living in a frat house that had shitty, broken bedroom doors with locks that often failed. It came in very handy whenever someone wanted their privacy to masturbate uninterrupted, to unwind and sob without question after a particularly hard mission, or - when Dick and Dawn coupled up - to fuck like rabbits without anyone else barging in on them. 

Somehow, being back in the Tower, it was easy to forget that sacred law of knocking. Something about taking a five year hiatus from living in the strangely designed condo and wallowing in the tense emotions that being here brought back to her - Donna was more focused on the stress of Deathstroke and Doctor Light, everything around her old home that reminded her of the dear childhood friend she had lost the last time she was here. Her mind was a mess, and sadly - it was easy to forget about something as simple as knocking. 

Over the past few days, her mind had been occupied by far too many things. 

Doctor Light’s ‘escape’, and then his strange, untimely death. Deathstroke suddenly showing up again, and the moral conflict of harboring another one of his kids in the Tower. Which was made even worse when she considered that he would be an emanate danger to her - and to everyone else. 

All of this stress was topped off, brought to a boiling point when Donna had walked into her room after doing some yoga and meditation with Dawn (trying to calm the rockiness of their minds) and she found a bottle of orange soda on one of the bookshelves. Not just any orange soda - the orange soda. 

Her memories of Garth were painful enough - she didn’t need to be reminded of him like this. She wasn’t sure if someone was doing this to fuck with her, or if someone had put it there to try and comfort her. As an attempt at reminding her of the good parts of her past. If that’s what they meant, it wasn’t working. 

As soon as she found it, Donna rushed down the hall to your room to confide in you. She simply needed to share this strange occurrence with someone who wasn’t going to jump down her throat with conspiracy theories or brush off her concerns. She needed a shoulder to lean on, maybe cry on. Maybe she needed to reminisce about Garth when she had banned speaking his name since she had re-entered the Tower. 

She thought nothing of it when the doorknob to your bedroom turned under her palm with absolutely no resistance. 

She found herself standing in your doorway, holding the bottle of warm soda in one hand, staring down at it like it was a bomb about to go off. With her other hand still poised on the lockless doorknob, her mind filled with stale grief over her lost friend - when she heard it. 

A soft moan. 

Donna’s head shot up toward the noise, mostly an instinct of her training. The sight she was greeted with instantly shifted all of the energy in her body from confused, saddened, and hurt to pure, blinding lust. 

You were laying in the middle of the bed, your head propped against several pillows, making you look like a fantasy, purposefully displayed and laid out for her - and you were touching yourself. Your oversized, comfortable shirt was shoved up to sit underneath your chin, revealing your gorgeous tits, bared so perfectly for the eye to consume. 

Your lounge shorts with your panties tangled inside them were tossed off to sit around your ankles, clearly in a haste to partake in the act of ‘self care’. (Something different than the calming yoga Donna had been doing to take her mind off things, but just as effective.) This left your wet, wanting pussy out in the open, completely visible for Donna to see, and she even swore that she could smell you - a pungent tang in the air that drove a carnal hunger deep inside her. 

The thing was, as much as Donna had acknowledged in the back of her mind that you were attractive, and funny, and cute, and that your strength when facing enemies put an undeniable heat in her gut - she had never truly looked at you with this much lust boiling inside of her. Not until now. Because she had never truly seen you until this moment. 

Well, up until this moment - she had seen you as a friend, as a companion, as a fantastic warrior, someone she always wanted by her side. But this was the first time she had seen you as a potential lover. As someone she so badly wanted to fuck. 

With you laid bare to her like this, so desperately humping your own fingers and intimately visible, she couldn’t help but to stare. 

Two of your fingers worked furiously over your swollen clit while you held a lip between your teeth, clearly trying to hold any noises tight inside of your throat. This was something that made Donna even more desperate to hear your sounds, to hear what kind of moans or whimpers you would make for her. 

Your breasts bobbed in the air as your chest heaved - two beautiful mounds with peaked nipples, zagging lines of stretched skin where reality had quaked to prepare for your gorgeous muchness. This caused her eyes to trace down your quivering stomach; her gaze following the smooth rolls of your body that perfectly guided her eye down to the beautifully fat mound of your cunt. Your pussy was dusted with hair that was absolutely dripping with your need - so utterly soaked that you were beginning to form a small stain on the comforter below you. 

Perhaps best of all - the wideness of your thighs perfectly framed your clenching hole, clearly so needy and yet untouched as you rubbed sloppy, increasingly loud circles on your clit. It was a space where Donna wanted to slot herself and be smothered by the perfect dimpled thickness of your thighs, wanted to feel the endless warmth there, encasing her in everything that was you and barring out the stresses of the world. 

She stood there, frozen in place for too long, simply admiring you. 

She still had her hand on the doorknob, standing in the doorway, and with your eyes screwed so tight with pleasure and concentration, she knew that you hadn’t seen her yet. 

Part of her wondered if she should approach you. If she should be so bold as to assume that you would want her in your bed. 

But when she glanced down again, she saw the orange soda bottle. And something in the back of her mind was reminded of that haunted past. Something that said she was never meant to be happy. Something that told her living in the moment only fucked things up. Everything she had done back then, it was karma, that-

“Donna.” 

You said her name like it was the sweetest song. 

A soft, delicate moan coming from your lips - not an accusation, not a griped yell for her to get out. 

When she looked back at you, your eyes were even tighter with pleasure, your back arched slightly off the bed, displaying your breasts in an even more perfect way. Your fingers worked more furiously on your clit, clearly trying to make yourself cum with even more intent. Your other hand came down to hook under your knee, lifting your leg up in a way that spread your thighs even more. This made Donna breathless at the visible wave of slick that leaked out of you and the way your fingers dug into the fat of your thigh. 

It almost made her jealous of the act. She should be the one grabbing your thigh. It made her entirely tempted to charge over there and simply take over.

“Fuck, D.” You sighed breathlessly. 

It was clear in her mind: you hadn’t caught her. You were thinking about her as you were getting close. 

Donna’s own pussy throbbed between her thighs, and as she clutched around the glass bottle so hard she swore she heard it crack. In that moment, she could almost hear Garth’s voice in her mind. He was chanting, telling her to ‘go for it’. Telling her that the concept of ‘karma’ was bullshit and she had to make her own fate. He would have told her that she was stupid to pass up an opportunity with ‘such a hot babe’. If he was a ghost, supposedly haunting the Tower, he would probably be her wingman in this. 

Maybe it was his ghost, with a hand on her back, guiding her toward you. Whatever it was - in that moment, Donna felt the impulsive Atlantean side of her take over. 

Or maybe it was the fact that she needed to turn away from all the grief - for the first time since entering the Tower, Donna needed to make herself forget about all the ghosts that haunted the halls. She needed to hold onto something real, something good that was right in front of her - she needed the real, tangible now.

She stepped fully inside your bedroom, shoved the door closed behind her. It was only with that quiet slam that you actually came out of your personal, lustful bubble. There wasn’t enough time for shock to take over as Donna abandoned the mysterious orange soda bottle on your dresser and strided toward the bed with intention and purpose in every single movement. You snapped your legs closed around your own hand, suddenly feeling shy under her ravenous gaze. 

“Yes or no?” She asked you firmly. 

She placed a knee on the end of the bed, looking at you with heat blooming across her cheeks. Her own chest shifted with puffs of hot breath as the lust rapidly increased her heart rate. 

Of course, she would never do anything without your explicit consent. 

Even though shock was still barreling through your system, unsure if this was a fantasy or not, perhaps a strange illusion blurring into reality - you managed to squeak out a reply. There was only one possible answer you could think of when she was looking at you like that. 

“Yes.” 

Donna nodded firmly and then moved onto the bed. Before you could blink, she had hooked both her hands under your knees and, using her enhanced Amazonian strength, she pulled you down the bed toward her. This caused you to let out a sharp squeak - a sound of delighted surprise at the fact that she could move you around so easily. Nobody else that you had been with ever could. 

She placed both her hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs open like you were a book that held all the answers to life’s most demanding questions. She was glad that her hair had already been up in a low bun, because it was out of her way as she held your legs open with impressive force and dove in. 

Years of unrealized lust for you came rushing out of her, concentrated on the tip of her tongue. Feelings that she had been holding back through intense, well-trained self discipline began to pour out the minute that her tongue met your mound. It was a demonstration of her sheer power painted in front of you as she flicked her tongue over your needy clit, fucking you hard and fast. She couldn’t help but to moan loudly at your taste. Sweet like a nectarine. 

“Fuck!” 

You moaned out, unable to take your eyes off the sight of such a gorgeous, goddess-like woman between your thighs. Your mind almost unbelieving that it was real - barely able to comprehend how perfect she looked with her pretty pink lips pressed against your cunt and her tongue working in hard, fast circles as she fucked you in such an utterly demanding way. 

“Oh my god, Donna!” 

Your muscles quaked with the effort, but you were unable to move even an inch to shut your legs around the intense, overwhelming stimulation that she provided. Heat shot through your body from that one point - from that beautiful place where her lips were sealed onto your cunt. 

Donna felt the spasming of your legs, felt the heat pouring off you in waves, and she reached over with one hand and worked two fingers inside of you. This was entirely easy with how slick you were, open and ready for her. You moaned sharply and your face was twisted into a gorgeous pinch of pleasure when she glanced up at you through her lashes. 

There was just one more thing that she wanted. 

She popped off your clit with a filthy wet noise, causing you to whimper. 

“Cum for me,” She demanded sharply. 

You couldn’t help but to follow the order. 

When you fell apart underneath her touch, you couldn’t contain your screams. Everyone in the Tower heard you.

...

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[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ february 2024

yes, i know, february has an extra day this year, but i'm posting this today bc i won't have time tomorrow lol

☆ STATISTICS.

projects worked on: The Gemini Heist

proudest accomplishment: i... wrote?... i guess??? *can't remember a single thing i did this month for some reason*

books read: Witch King by Martha Wells. i'm ngl, i was lost like 80% of the time, but that might just be a skill issue on my part (it's the kind of book that throws you into the thick of it without holding your hand and listening to the audiobook with the attention span that i have was... probably not the wisest idea lol)

(alhough funnily enough, it's while having this audiobook on in the background that i came up with a lot of my plot thoughts for gemini heist LMAO. either that or while playing zelda.)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

although i did get writing done this month, this update's gonna be short. i don't really have much to say lol

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0.5)

it's very weird to not be using word count to track my progress anymore. freeing, but weird. i have no concept of how much i've actually done for this wip this month.

i do know i've figured out a bit more stuff about the heist and the lore. i had a big plot brainstorming session and untangled a few scenes. while i know what direction i want the story to head, i still don't know how any of this gets resolved, tho.

and i wrote out a few important scenes. that's progress, right?

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i've been writing so chaotically out of order based on whatever scene i feel most inspired for in the moment that i,,, honestly can't remember what i've written this month vs what i had already written before 🥲 here's a scene that i THINK i wrote in february. Leo and Illiana might be my new favourite dynamic. (for context, Illiana is posing as her identical twin at a party, and Leo is posing as a guest. they came in separately.)

With the bodyguards tailing her the entire way, Illiana slowly made her way towards [Leo]. She tolerated a few brief exchanges with other guests she crossed paths with to appear natural, then, once she was close enough, she slipped the extra comm out of the pocket concealed in her skirt. She made a show of bending down to pick up something, then strode towards Leo. “Excuse me,” she said as she approached. “I believe you dropped your earring.” Leo turned to her, smile strained underneath her veil. “Oh, thank you,” she said, holding out her hand. Illiana placed the comm into her palm, taking care to hide it from the guards. As Leo angled her head away to slip it into her ear, she added, “I must say, your Holiness, this is quite a lovely party.” “Why, thank you, Miss…” She faltered, realizing she didn’t know Leo’s alias. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I’m familiar with you.” “I’m a business leader from Tharekkan,” Leo said, pressing her palms together and giving Illiana a slight bow with her head. “It’s an honour to be here.” Illiana was surprised that Leo, with all her meticulous planning, didn’t have a fake name ready, and now she was curious. “How may I address you?” Leo’s already tense smile tightened even more. “‘Miss’ is fine,” she replied, practically through clenched teeth.  “No, I meant, your na—” “I’ve been told much about how lovely Fiolsby is, right before the winter,” Leo cut off, an unnatural segue back to the script they had practiced. “But I haven’t had the time to properly see the city.” Now Illiana just had to pry Leo's fake name out of her. “Really? That’s a shame. You know, the gardens offer a wonderful view of the city. Would you like to see, Miss…?” She let her sentence trail off, watching Leo expectantly. “If it’s not too much trouble, I would love that,” Leo replied, to Illiana’s annoyance.

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre @subtlefires

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51 @planets-and-prose

[svtskneecaps]

i translated antoine's books under the cut

alright a few disclaimers first:

i'm an american; don't take these as gospel. i studied 7 years of classroom french. these are my qualifications.

i've left translators notes. these are marked as [TN: note] or simply within [square brackets].

antoine wrote part of forever's book prior to the second debate; i don't know when they were written. antoine's notes from after the second debate are marked.

cellbit's book was written entirely after the second debate.

these are just forever and cellbit's books as written by antoine. i don't have screenshots for the rest. maybe i'll track those down at some point (feel free to send screenshots and/or timestamps where the books are visible)

i included my screenshots for individual verification purposes; pardon the quality; you don't want to know how i got them.

if you redistribute the translation, keep the disclaimers. i don't care if you credit me just make sure people know where this came from

FOREVER:

Probably the person who wants to become the president the most. He's deeply involved in the lore of the island even if he doesn't communicate everything and hides information [TN: literally "truncates/shortens" information]. Close to BBH and Baghera. The three had very strange attitudes which are [fading/reducing] with the presidential election (withholding information, secret meetings). He seems to be moving away from the line of thought of Baghera and BBH. Wants to be president, but is part of the people who say they don't really want to be president. Relation with Cellbit a little strange and nebulous. Made a "safe space" in the favelas, I think it's mostly for him. People can have meetings anywhere, why have them only in a place provided by Forever himself? Does a lot of research on the island and takes initiative for the common good. Possibly the best choice for president, but the power already corrupts.

[ANTOINE'S UPDATES FROM THE SECOND DEBATE START HERE:]

Note: I take back what I said when I said "possibly the best choice for president". He doesn't listen [and] transforms this into an ego battle, which his sidekick [TN: "comparse", can also mean "stooge" lmao] Cellbit confirmed. Is ready to betray the people who have surrounded him (BBH & Baghera) for a long time for access to power. Has trouble taking people seriously. He has "homme providenciel" syndrome. Which he isn't.

[TN: I think by "homme providenciel", literally "providential / heaven-sent man", Antoine may be referring to the concept of 'a person who appears in times of crisis and presents as an ultimate savior charged with a historical or divine mission' (paraphrased translation from the Wikipedia article here); apparently this is a common figure in imaginary politics]

CELLBIT:

Same problem as Forever, [central/main] character who appropriates [TN: "approprier" can also mean "adapts"] a lot of the things that the Brazilians have done. His greatest pleasure was hanging out with Cucurucho. Could he be the real Federation candidate? It's very clear that Elquackity is corrupt, no one in their right mind would vote for him. Elquackity is a distraction, a lure. [Cellbit is] More dangerous than Forever. He speaks much better, is more composed, gets angry less quickly. Knows more than he says, don't give him more power than he already has.

[kamenriderliveblog]

Guess what's ready for digital order! It's @ultra-zine!!!

Okay look I know that my very first post said that I wasn't a figure person. That has obviously changed and I have officially fallen into the SH Figuarts rabbit hole. I preordered Blazar plus I want to get Zero and all of Z's forms. Send help, lmao

Full disclosure: I did contribute something to this zine, which is one reason why I haven't done many liveblogs lately. (I'm still a little emotional about seeing something I've written in print.) I wrote Chill Out, It's Snow Problem, though that was before I saw the dub for Z. Watching that notably changed how I write Z's verbal tics.

I had a hard time with this story because my first draft was like 4500 words. I had to cut out a lot and that was a painful experience! Granted, for me editing is always a painful process, but I'm of the opinion that if it doesn't hurt in one way or another, I'm not editing enough. I'll probably toss up the longer version on AO3 eventually though. It actually really, really hurt to cut as much as I did and I want those parts to see the light of day in one way or another.

There were some scenes that I wanted to write but didn't even make it into the first draft. There was originally going to be a scene with Z taking control of Haruki's body with his permission and skating at an ice rink because my headcanon is that Z would be really good at it. Yes, that scene from episode 7 has been living rent-free in my head for way too long. I also thought Z skating in Haruki's body would be a fun scene for the artist (in this case the amazing @chacerider, though I didn't know that at the time) to use for the illustration if they wanted. Beliarok was going to appear too, but I couldn't think of a way to get him in there in a way that I was happy with.

Originally the story started in Haruki's apartment before going to STORAGE, which actually did make it into the first draft. I had to choose between scrapping that whole intro or paring down the emotional beats that came later. The choice was obvious. Oh yeah and I had Haruki nearly get hit by a truck in the first draft. Fun! Still had to cut it, though.

Haruki and Z being able to tell how the other is feeling or emotions bleeding from one to the other isn't exactly something that happens in canon, I know. It's pretty much me taking the idea of Haruki's emotional state having a big effect on Z in episode 12 and then dialing it up to 11. I like the idea of there being side effects (for lack of a better word) to merging, and I wanted to explore how the friendship between Z and Haruki might develop if there was a lot more unintentional emotional openness. I'll also fully admit that I stole some things from Geed. Leito and Zero's conversations when they're out and around regular people was the big one, and while Z does take control of Haruki's body in episode 7 for a second, I was really more thinking of Geed's early episodes and how Zero would take control of Leito's body basically whenever he felt he needed to.

If you made it to the end, thanks! The link to read my story on AO3 is below. If you didn't manage to grab a physical edition of the zine, you can get a digital version of it and the previous volumes here!

[curiouslavellan]

hi it's me annoying you with my request to answer all of the ask game questions for the soupmates <3333 feel free to skip those that dont apply or you dont like tho :'D

you're never annoying <3 ty for still being The soupmates fan lol

Gonna put this under a cut because I skipped 0 questions and it got long

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

You lmao. As I've said, big part of why I'm actually writing it down! Re: the way I wrote it though, I've basically always written stuff with lots of POV switches, I like to see the differences between people's attitudes and levels of knowledge. If I ever write a story where everyone in it starts with all the same facts, I've probably been replaced by a pod person

2: What scene did you first put down?

I write chronologically, so that first scene with Ariel and Bethany was the first thing I wrote

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Ariel wasn’t the sort to leave things up to chance any more. Anyone could have seen, and anyone could have turned them in, so there were no fireballs or ice storms for them. No mage’s staff. In Kirkwall, it was all down to daggers and luck.  Sometimes that luck seemed too good to be true. Sometimes Ariel moved faster than a person really ought to be able to, and sometimes the idiots trying to kill them tripped over thin air. Only the paranoid would call that magic. 

Join me in my apostate Hawke as a rogue agenda

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

When Justice in his chapter 1 section remarks on Wade and Herren being soulmates with

“I do not see it. This doesn’t happen to spirits,”

mostly because I immediately said "Ha, incorrect" to myself lmao. Justice himself obviously, but using Wade and Herren was an extra joke because idc what the creators said, if Herren is a desire demon in Darkspawn Chronicles, I believe that it's true for every timeline

5: What part was hardest to write?

Can I say the chapter I'm working on rn? I am being very picky about the first meeting because it's pretty essential in a soulmate au

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I've never written for this ot3 before, or actually published anything for Ariel or DA2 as a whole. It's fun to get into Kirkwall! Also there are some pretty big time jumps between scenes, which I have done before but not in stuff that follows a set plot like a video games, so it's neat to kind of work into the spaces in an existing timeline

7: Where did the title come from?

The song Out There from Hunchback of Notre Dame lmfao. I'm just glad it wasn't actually called omg they were soupmates at this point

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Not really

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Not for the overarching plot but I did have a Lot of back and forth over certain details like Anders and Karl's relationship, when different scenes happen and from whose POV, where this story ends, etc

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

because I love them <3 more seriously, because I love Justice, and I'm sad he's barely a character in DA2, especially because he's so interesting about love in Awakening, and I wanted him to be an equal part of the story. Also because they're the weirdest option in a soulmate au, so I get to poke at the "rules" of the genre

11: What do you like best about this fic?

writing Ariel is so fun! purple Hawke you will always be an icon

12: What do you like least about this fic?

Balancing the different POVs has been stressing me out a little, I know it doesn't actually matter that much but I do want them to be at least roughly equal

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I don't listen to my character playlists while writing, because I can't write and hear lyrics at the same time, so I've just been putting on youtube mixes of fantasy writing instrumentals lol

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

ummm Justice is amazing and you should love him

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

this is the fic that got me to commit to small daily increments of writing instead of waiting for inspiration to hit, which we've all heard plenty of times but finally hit me on this one

[here2bbtstrash]

your votes are in! part 2 survey results ✨

i asked, and y'all answered!!! 👀

as mentioned a few times before, the survey is not closed - i won't update it with new works moving forward, but i will keep an eye on it if anyone decides to run back and add votes! so please don't feel like it's too late, esp if you're new and still catching up on the porn (there is A LOT of porn. pls take your time and stay hydrated okay 😵‍💫)

but since it's been about a week, and new votes have slowed down, i thought it'd be fun to do a reveal of the top 10 results as things currently stand! sticking them below the cut - join me, won't you? 🍷

at #10, with 40 votes, we have... moving day! i was honestly surprised to see this one crack the top 10, but i should know better than to underestimate the yoongi hoes at this point. y'all love your delusional long-haired boyfie content, and who am i to deny you that??

at #9 (my lucky number 👀), with 42 votes, we have... it's sweet! shocked to see a fluff fic crack the top 10 honestly, but let's be real, the taehyung hoes are THIRSTY (anyone who follows jai already knows this 😂) - i promise i'll write more for y'all soon, and that the next one will actually feature smut!!!

at #8, with 43 votes, we have... park and ride! (and technically also its sequel, five minutes!) y'all really said give us a part three mother 😭 and jokes on you because i have an idea for a part three *and* a part four for these two. you'll never be free of them lmao!!

at #7, with 45 votes, we have... the spins! i'm happy to see this one here!! i love this couple and i've wanted to do a sequel for them for AGES, though i swear my idea for what i actually want to do changes every few months 😂 guess i gotta decide on one!!!

at #6, with 51 votes, we have... sunday! idk why i didn't expect this one to rank omg!! i don't feel like i write jin particularly well, and i especially thought that level of BDSM would be too much for some 🙈 but i have learned y'all are freaks who like crying during sex.... huh...... DULY NOTED 👀📝

halfway there, time for the big hitters! at #5, with 54 votes, we have... party on you! ahhhhh this one makes me happy to see 🥲 forever AMAZED and ECSTATIC that my most popular fic on this blog is a hoseok fic!!! i want to write a million billion more hobi things this year, and i will certainly see what i can do about circling back to these two cuties. at the very least there shall be more ass-eating in 2023!! 🎉🍑

at #4, with 58 votes, we have... deep end! joon hoes with TWO appearances on the board, we love to see it 👏 i loooove that y'all are down not only for period smut, but for some of the risks i took with using more flowery/poetic language in this one! i had so much fun trying something new, i'd love to revisit this couple and that writing style again!!

at #3, with 59 votes, we have... two in one! y'all. no. i'm shook. wig FLEW, wig in the STRATOSPHERE. say WHAT?!?!?! the first fic i ever posted on this blog, my most self-indulgent work (actually it might not be the Most lmfao but it's UP THERE) - i'm. NUMBER THREE?!?!??! okayokayokay 👀 i see y'all 👀 we're gonna have a verrrrry fun jihope month next month aren't we?!?! 😈

at #2, with 65 votes, we have... the shape of your body! oh man 🥺 i'm almost, like, emotional to see this one rank so high. this fic is so so personal and dear to me, and was a BIG leap for my writing in a lot of ways. the fact that the response has been so overwhelmingly positive, and that so many of y'all read all 24,000 words of that fic and said you want MORE. i can never put into words how much that means to me 🙇‍♀️ it's hard for me to think of a whole plot for a sequel - bc i wrote so damn much already 😂 but lemme see what i can do to at least cook up a drabble or two (if you have ideas, keep 'em in your back pocket for jihope month 👀)

and finally... at #1... with 70 votes... no one is surprised 😂 - it's drip! ahhhhh squirt god min yoongi. we meet again. i will never live this fic down lmfaoooo. and funny... doesn't he have a birthday coming up soon? i could've sworn... 👀💦💦💦

alright besties!!! i'd love to know your thoughts!!! any surprises? any you're happy to see?? anything that didn't make the list that you're about to get out the torches and pitchforks over??? i wanna hear it all, so drop me a comment or an ask and let me knoooow!! 🎤💜

(for me, it's babygirl missing out on the top 10 by two votes... but it's fine i'm fine... 😭)

also can i just say - look at y'all, getting ALL OF OT7 ON THE BOARD??? we fucking love to see it!!! equal opportunists on this blog! yaaaaaaas porn for everybody!!! 👏👏👏

[thus-spoke-lo]

Fic authors self rec!♡

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

^^^^ saw this and thought of you!! No pressure, but I'd love to know what your five faves are!

Hey hi, sorry I'm just getting around to this, but you know I can't pass up an opportunity to talk about myself and my fics so sure! Picking only five is hard tbh, I'm kind of a fan of my own work (because I wrote it for meeeee lmao) butttt I narrowed it down. I'm excluding Pain Management because that's my only multi-chapter, so I'm just comparing one-shots against each other.

Links and explanations under the cut (cw for discussing a couple works that feature incest/stepcest):

Have Mercy (Franky x reader)

Say what you will about One Piece men, Franky is the most husband-coded character to me, and making him Reader's "one that got away" absolutely breaks my heart. But also I like to think Reader brags about having routinely been hitting that once his wanted posters start getting around.

Runs in the Family (Rosinante Donquixote x sister!reader)

This was deeply fucked-up and the thought of it was vexing me for weeks until I got it all down. I have a lot of headcanons about how incestual the Celestial Dragons and their descendants are, and I like to think Rosi was convinced he was above it all, had escaped the inevitable. But sometimes, you can only run so long before that which you tried to avoid catches up to you.

Between What Was and What Will Be (stepdad!Shanks x reader)

Oh boy, this was one that I just had a super-clear idea for in my head and it was driving me insane until I wrote it. I think I finished this in a weekend. The most important theme of this is that daddy kinks are passé, dad kinks are in. (I'm JOKING, it's about shared trauma and what defines family and breaking taboos.)

A Ride for a Ride (taxi driver!Zoro x reader) / Compliments to the Chef (linecook!Sanji x reader)

Pairing these together because they're both Slimeball AU works and also linked by the same Reader. I had such a fucking blast writing them both, feeling free from giving too much of a shit if Sanji or Zoro were in-character, because their Slimeball AU personalities were whatever I wanted them to be. (Yet, they still felt in-canon somehow, just a little to the left.) I love how just... down for whatever Reader really is in these lmao.

Secondhand Smoke (Spike Spiegel x reader)

I like writing pieces without dialogue sometimes as an exercise, since that's usually what I prefer to write first, and this was so very sexy of me to write imo. Writing about a character I've been in love with for 20+ years is always special to me, it's silly but I try to write Spike with such care and keep him in character as closely as I can because it's like, important to me to write him as I experienced him. If that makes any sense.

[rain-and-a-nice-nap]

Hello! This is a continuation on the childhood au, but you could probably just read it on its own if you wanted. I’ll probably make a part two at some point. It’s kinda edited, kinda proof read, gender neutral and shouldn’t have reader physical descriptions. Wasn’t meant to be this long, but I initially wrote it wonky so I’m splitting it into parts. 2,666 words, please let me know if you have constructive criticism lmao I don’t do a lot of creative writing.

It started with a bump.

You were getting your lunch in the dining hall, planning to go sit with your Blue Lions afterward. Filled with anticipation for the delicious-smelling food that you were piling onto your plate, you had no awareness of your surroundings.

Behind you was a group from the Golden Deer house. If you were listening you would hear that they had just begun bickering about which food on the menu today was healthier. But you hadn’t, you were unaware. Focused on other things.

Unlike you, however, was a green-eyed boy who had been dying to talk to you standing just a few steps away, at the head of the group. He was always aware of his surroundings and the way he expressed his every thought, more than most would give him credit for.

“No, no. The beast meat Teppanyaki is surely better for bulk than anything that you were suggesting! Though I can’t deny that the flavor is quite good.” It was a polite argument, to be sure. It was mostly between Leonie and Raphael, though Claude couldn’t be sure which had spoken, now that he was setting his plan in motion.

“Woah, Woah,” he chuckled, deliberately taking steps backward as he was speaking, “Now, I feel like-!” He cut himself off with a gasp, as he pulled a little too good of a fake trip, now actually teetering backward into you.

You had felt a shoulder hit yours and spun around and caught him just in time, your face showing genuine surprise, and his face lightly mirroring yours. Luckily, you had just set down your plate so you could grab a glass of water and some silverware and had free hands.

“Hey, thanks, stranger!” Your attention re-focused on the smirk that your dear friend replaced his shock with.

Helping him stand straight once again, you huffed a light chuckle, practically choking on your emotions. You caught on to what was going on and took a moment before neutralizing yourself and your facial expression, despite the emotions running through you at seeing your friend so close.

“Sure! You’re the golden deer house leader, right? I think I saw you at the practice battle just last week.” You said, desperate to form a connection again, “with your talent with the bow, and your professor's undeniable tactical skill, you might be quite the challenge at the battle of the eagle and lion!”

This caught the full attention of his friends, who had been watching the interaction as soon as their house leader had fallen onto you. Leonie perked up as she figured out where she had recognized you, almost pushing past Claude.

“That’s where I recognize you! Y’know, you were pretty good yourself! You were also there for the bandit fight on that excursion!“ She remarked excitedly, retelling how she watched you hold your ground amidst the bandits before most of them tailed the house leaders. She began to recall how surprised she was to hear that they had been rescued by Jeralt and their newly dear professor.

With the “oohs” and “aahs” of the other group members and the telling of their own stories, you were invited to join them for dinner. Claude sat in front of you, the gleam in his eye ever twinkling as he winked at you, and tapped your boot with his own under the table. Both of you are overjoyed to see each other again, both pretending the joy is coming from the conversation at hand.

Then a hug.

One of the things that you and Claude did for years was take a nap together. Sometimes that was just how he would get his sleep in. Occasionally you would have sleepovers so that he would get a full night's rest on the rough days. Even if you weren’t together napping, just knowing that you were within walking distance had always helped to ease his mind when he needed it to.

Another one of your things was goofy hugs. This started at the beginning of your friendship and was one of the ways that Claude could subtly make sure you still wanted him there. You had run into each other in a corridor and he had an odd smile on his face, one that you now know means he wants something. It was a silly hug, one that you barked a laugh during before you both headed off in your respective directions to perform your palace chores.

It had been a few days since the group dinner, in which you would run into some of them and share a greeting. One of those folks is Claude. On this particular day, you were going opposite ways in the courtyard.

The gold of his cape caught your eye as you turned into the courtyard. Holding back the depth of your joy, you gave him a smile and a wave. One that he returned with glittering eyes and his odd smile.

“What do you want?” You laughed stopping in front of each other. He shared your laugh as he opened his arms to you, knowing that he would be welcomed by yours.

“How dare you accuse me,” he said in jest, “a friend can’t just stop and say hello to another?” You barked a laugh and gave in, walking further towards him and embracing him with a tight hug.

“Not when you make faces like that, Goldie.” He scoffed at the name and began to squeeze you. Now he had you.

He let out a huff as he picked you up and spun you around. You had more muscle than last you met that was for sure, he made a note to lift more in his time here.

You weren’t expecting him to do that and yelped, hands flying to his shoulders and eyes wide as he spun you. He hadn’t been expecting you to do that either and began to laugh as he set you down, laughter getting stronger by the second.

The few students that were in the courtyard had their interest piqued by the sound of howling laughter. If they turned and looked, they saw a deer folding over in laughter and the flustered lion he was depending on for stability staving off the urge to laugh too.

—

People who often spent their days at Garreg Mach might have noted seeing their very own golden deer and a blue lion around the academy together from time to time. Not always, as they were their own people, but enough to shake their heads and laugh at their antics. “These two couldn’t have known each other for more than a few months, but it seems like it could’ve been years!” They would joke.

Of course, you had, but they didn’t need to know that. Now that you’d built a reputation as infamous goofballs together, and your respective identities apart, you could begin being closer. First, there was spending late nights studying at the library, then moving the studying outdoors and getting back to having your forest naps together. Finally, it was lounging around in each other’s rooms turned into occasional secret sleepovers.

Sometimes, Claude goes to your room. While he wishes you were there too, sometimes you are not. In those times he clings to the comfort of your smell, and how it reminds him of home, and all the good outcomes of his goals. He thinks about how he has someone who truly knows him and what he wants and who supports him still. Wants to be there for him. Still thinks that he’s a good person. He thinks about how maybe some of those traits are showing up in the likes of the professor as well, and he feels less alone.

On this day, that very professor gave their golden deer a task. The professor had begun to look towards the blue lion house for recruitment. While they already had recruited a few, their sights were set on you. You were, after all, quite the combat talent. Typically, our dear professor would invite you to lunch, but today they wanted tea and you were nowhere to be found. Usually, this is all good and fine, but the professor wanted to ask if you would assist the Golden Deer for the month.

It was the weekend before the new month and Claude planned to nap for quite a bit of it. He finished his breakfast and stretched as he made his way to the dorms when the professor put him up to the task. So, he sauntered over to your dorm and flopped onto your bed, ready to nap until you got here and pretending his stomach didn’t flip when his favorite smell reached him. It was an efficient plan, really.

Until he started having a dream with you in it.

————-

Originally, you weren't supposed to even be in Fodlan. You were to see him again when his mission to unite Fodlan and Almyra bore fruit. He was pretty insistent on it, to the point where he completely avoided you for a month and a half. That was until you finally got a hint of what was going on and cornered him on his way to one of his chores. It was a long talk filled with tears and heartache. To make it worse, admittedly he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up, because napping together had become your thing and sometimes his source of sleep.

So, after conversing with his Fodlan people, the plan was to send you to Faerghus a few months before he would go to Fodlan, and you would have to find your way into the officer's academy. Of course, there were many contingency plans, and that wasn't even the original plan, but you came in and told everyone to have faith in your abilities, and you stuck to your guns. Your way would be much less of a hassle to everyone, and you already knew how stressed they all were. Adding more stress for them by making them figure out your future was not going to be one of those stresses, not if you could help it.

It was only after sparse and vague letters and finally meeting up with you at the officer’s academy did he find out what happened to you.

After you had said your long and heartbreaking goodbye to Claude, you were snuck into Fodlan on a ship that first stopped at an Almyran port for supplies. Their destination was the empire, but they had to get around the Kingdom first. You lived as a crewmate for about a month before you left the ship and set out into the freezing woods of Faerghus, where you fell ill because you came from the polar opposite climate.

You had bumbled through the woods, vision darkening, as you heard the roar of some giant wolf that you had caught a glimpse of maybe a day before. You really hadn't intended for this, you figured that maybe if you had read up a bit more, this could be been avoided. When you turned to check behind you, you came to see the large wolf was only a few paces behind you.

In the absence of your hazy vision, you had shuffled into the root of a grand tree. Your attention was pulled forward as your body was pulled to the ground. You couldn’t even feel the pain because you were so cold. Rolling onto your back with closed eyes and a shiver, fate was accepted, whatever it may be.

Upon this acceptance, fate did indeed act, as you had heard a yell and the sound of a weapon making contact with its target. The snarling of the beast followed, with several more shouts from the person before you.

Unbeknownst to you at the time this was to become the mother of your Fodlan family. She was quite strong. One has to have such strength to survive so deep in Faerghus. She would call out to you, pleading with you not to sleep, as she carried you home to her wife and several of their kids.

Their kindness brought you guilt when you had to lie to them upon waking. A sympathetic, “oh no!” Or two as you told them a story you had come up with during your time on the ship. Your family lived on the outskirts of the region, but a legion of bandits ascended upon the town and set fire to it all, and your family sent you out of your charred home to escape into the woods. But you had a friend from home who had just gone off to the officer's academy, so you had planned to meet up with your only neighbor that lived by joining the semester that overlaps his.

Claude had once brought you to a theatre, where you watched a play together and the two of you proceeded to spend months learning how to fake cry. He wasn’t so good at it, but it became a tactic that you used here. Again, you felt bad, truly you did, especially when they pitched in some money after you had worked several jobs to afford the officer's academy. They had taken up a few jobs for you too, and every time it comes to mind your eyes water.

They were kind people and truly hold a place in your heart. So much, so that you write a letter to them at least once a month, especially before missions.

———-

Only, in Claude’s dream, upon reaching Faerghus from Almyra, your fake back story became true in these later times. In his dream, upon trying to run from a camp invaded by bandits, you were grabbed and there were too many for you to fight on your own.

But you were alone, and out of his reach. Crying out as they dragged you to the duke of the alliance’s doorstep. You had been figured out after being held by these bandits and brought before the hand of judgment for crossing the border. He couldn’t expose himself to save you, and even if he wanted to, he knew you wouldn’t let him. He cares for you deeply, and you are his everyday priority, but he can’t put you above his goal. You both knew that.

Fear and adrenaline pulse through him as he thinks maybe he could figure out something else, he couldn’t let this happen to you. He can’t lose you! But before he could even begin strategizing you were sentenced to public execution. His stomach dropped, and his head hurt. This is wrong, this can’t be happening.

But in front of his wide and teary eyes, there you were. Claude could do nothing but stare as-

You walked into the room and closed the door with your foot which made it slam. Claude jumped and his eyes flew open, wildly looking around the room and processing. He watched as you set down your bags, he supposed that maybe you were out in the shops. His body shakes at the memories his mind came up with. Claude recalls having similar thoughts and dreams before.

A deep-rooted doubt surfaces once again. One that makes him pull on a mask, even in front of you. He fears being caught. He fears that even though you change your hair and words and actions to one that someone from Faerghus would have, they would figure out you had known Claude far longer. This outcome would cause the loss of you and his dreams.

He can’t help but overthink the outcome. His mind screams at him to run from you, keep you away. Keep you safe and his dreams alive.

Even now as you turn and smile at him, with such genuine care, he wants to run even as his heart feels the warmth of your gaze. He wants to go back to pretending he doesn’t know you.

He flashes you a smile, one that he doesn’t use for you. “Hey! Uh, Byleth wants to see you.” He says, getting up from the bed and stretching, trying to stay cool so that you remain none the wiser. Claude smiles once more before he leaves your dorm.

You still your movements, shocked that that just happened.

[kimoi-boi]

The eternal bonding ceremony with @pumkinbones was so lovely and beautiful. I really wasn't expecting this many people to come. And thanks to @bnuycula, we even got a local Brynhildr celebrity to show up! It was so nice having all of our friends there to celebrate with us. One of our friends even resubbed just to attend!

We both also wrote a speech to deliver. Without even planning it, they ended up being pretty similar, which is exactly what Varian thought would happen lmao. I'm including mine under the cut just to save it because I did work pretty hard on it.

I'm normally a pretty private person, so making a big public speech about how much you mean to me feels way scarier than it probably is, especially since we're surrounded by friends. But I also know how judgemental our friends are, so maybe being a little scared is understandable.

From the first time we met, I knew you were someone special. I never really get into a voice call with people I don't know, but we sat for hours and just talked. I was happy to make a friend that I shared so much in common with. I can't remember everything we talked about while we were hanging out, but I know you sat down and sketched me a picture. It was the sweetest thing someone had done for me and I still treasure that sketch to this day.

You were always pretty busy so I didn't always get to hang out with you, but when I did, I found myself having a lot of fun. I'd look forward to putting on FC events because it generally meant more time hanging out with everyone, but especially you. There was a long stretch of time, though, that you just weren't around. I was pretty bummed when events would come and go and there'd be no sign of you. I just kind of shrugged and chalked it up to you moving on like people have done before and tried not to be TOO upset about it.

But then you came back and things just felt different. Not in a bad way, but I definitely felt like I wanted to spend more time with you because I didn't know if you'd disappear again. Whenever I'd see you hanging out in Discord, I'd do my best to find some free time to join in and hang out with you. You'd listen to me fuss about things while you were drawing or Gposing and it was just really nice to vibe again.

I don't know when those platonic feelings turned into something more. I tried to deny it to myself for a lot longer than I realized, but even if I didn't, I wouldn't have acted on it out of fear of ruining our friendship. I wasn't sure if you felt the same way, so I just kept going on the assumption that we were just friends. Even with the extremely-obvious-in-hindsight clues you were dropping.

And then you invited me out on an adventure and it was all over for me. I knew from that moment on that I had to tell you how I felt. I tried to play it cool and kind of joke about it, but then you asked if you could call me your boyfriend and all pretense at being calm was lost. I had never been anyone's boyfriend before, since all my other relationships were pre-transition. But I especially loved the idea of being YOUR boyfriend.

So I jumped in feet first and I haven't regretted it. I don't have any other way to really describe how I feel about you other than you feel like home. You fill in the parts of me that have felt incomplete. You're my paramour, my partner, my person. And I promise to be a partner that you can rely on, through the good and the bad.

[buckera]

Weekend Wip Game ✨

I was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990 thank you mwuah 😘

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

(I cut it off halfway cuz I went long like always...)

1. WIP List:

so as you know my wip list is pretty long, but the active ones right now are:

• the mudslide fic

• the jealous eddie fic

• the breeding kink fic

• the accident fic

• the donation smut

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

the mudslide fic is currently standing at 38.6k and I expect at the very least 20k more... which wouldn't just make it my longest current wip, but also the longest fic I've ever written

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

the mudslide fic hands down, unless something drastic happens and one of my wips gets away from me (though from the inactive wips I expect two of them to be around the same length, possibly)

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I enjoy all of them, but the mudslide fic is surprisingly joyous to write, even though it's mostly just me putting the boys through the emotional and physical wringer lmao

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

listen. I love writing the mudslide fic, but I kinda wrote myself into a hole with it, in the sense that I included a couple of real life locations (though only vaguely) that I just had to make shit up for, which is fine cuz the show does the same, but... idk it's long and the boys spend quite a large chunk of the story separate and it makes me worry that people will find it boring or just idk will be nitpicky about it... like, I have confidence in my writing, but I'm also forever insecure about it??? ugh

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

uhhh I guess the accident fic?? because it's short and it's kind of written in the way I usually write ficlets, which means I don't spiral about the details that much and now I'm worried that it's gonna seem rushed or way too out of sorts 😓

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

none of them, I'm very much a fuck it we ball type of writer

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer’s block?

yeppppp. that's why I have so many active wips atm cuz I got stuck on both of my main ones 🥲

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

the mudslide fic – and she's barely even in it, but she grew on me anyway 💛

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

I have to say the donation smut... or the breeding kink fic, whichever floats your boat I guess

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

the mudslide fic, definitely

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I'm not sure??? like, I try my best in all of them, but I can't necessarily say if I succeeded idk

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

again, I'm probably gonna have to go with the mudslide fic

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

👆 I've been doing quite a lot of research going into legal procedures, sixth grade curriculum and body decomposition in water, just to name a few (and most of these barely feature btw 🥲), not to mention looking at the map of LA constantly to gauge distances, but it's still kinda fun though

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

uhmmm I don't have high expectations for any of them, if we're talking about like, comments and kudos and stuff... usually the fics I just write in a moment of inspiration and just throw online get more attention than the ones I try to finetune for hours/days/weeks, so you know... I try to write fics for myself and hope that there are people they resonate with 🫶

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

listen, I have really hectic and weird dreams, but I don't think I ever dreamed about any of my wips

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don’t?

well, if nothing else, operating with this many characters is something I'm not exactly used to, so the mudslide fic and the jealous eddie fic are kinda unique in that regard, I suppose

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I'm not... exactly big on writing goofy stuff, which is unfortunate because I love reading it, but I mean it a 100% when I say angst and smut is my bread and butter

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

not a very deep dive, but I do touch on a side character's background in the mudslide fic, no outside povs though

20. Tell us one thing we don’t know about one or more of your WIPs

idk?? uhh it's not an active wip, but all I could think about is that Homesick For Your Skin isn't my first parallel universe fic, but it's the first one I had to work out without magic 🪄

I'm sure most of you have already done this, but here are five no pressure tags anyway:

@forthewolves @jesuisici33 @callaplums @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz

[whimsicalcotton]

5, 14, 24, 43, 58, 72, and 79 for the fanfiction writing asks!! Don't feel pressured to answer all of them if you don't want to, I'm just curious ;D

5: How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

too many lol. most notably/ones i would actually consider finishing; some modern AU catradoras and an in-canon catra/entrapta friendship fic. i also wrote like 8k of a sequel to my kyoko/mami/homura angst nonsense and then just Stalled on the last scene and never finished it. also one butterfly soup polycule fic, one bees schnees, and one bernpetrathea. (can you tell i love my polycules <3) there are probably a few heathers & dangan wips lying around too but god only knows lmao

14: What is your favorite location and position to write in?

alright i'm a weirdo who writes on my phone so a lot of the time when i'm writing i look like this (pardon the halfassed phone doodle)

but my actual favorite place/position is in my bed at 2am hunched over my laptop like a shrimp blasting music on my headphones. so pretty similar tbh dsfghsj

24: How do you choose whose POV to write in?

greatly depends. sometimes i just Know i want a scene to be from a certain character's perspective and the other povs just sort of fall into place around it, sometimes i have to sit down and argue w myself about whose pov should be where/during what/etc. when i'm debating it i try to think of it as ''whose perspective would be the most fun to see/write around these events" or "whose perspective would push things forward the best." (specifically the best, not the most) tbh it's never an easy process and i'm almost always second guessing myself a little

43: Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

yea one of my spop wips (the catrapta one) is something i've always wanted to write but i just. have not gotten around to actually finishing. it was v silly and basically just entrapta running an experiment on how many straight up cat behaviors catra actually displays. there was a laser pointer involved. even just thinking about it goddd i wish i'd finished it lolol

58: Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

okay currently it's kind of a tie between this one from polluted marrow:

"And Rachel, a being cut right from the mirror's edge, a creature composed of a thousand sharp, shattered angles, still manages to sound so gentle. A measured, meticulous sort of gentle, carefully arranged; each splintered edge worn down by hand and made soft to suit the needs of its wielder."

and this one from the aforementioned unfinished spiderlily daffodil sequel:

"They look at Homura like she's a ghost, like she's a dam liable to burst, like she's the world's most precious piece of glass already halfway to shattering on the floor."

72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

i've gotten a few comments recently complimenting my prose and even one calling it beautiful which is. shdgfsfhskjhfkjs 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 <3 <3 <3 weeping tears of joy. but also there's this which is admittedly one of my favorite comments i've ever gotten on anything ever and lives in my brain rent free 24/7

79: Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

don't be afraid to skip bits that are giving you trouble or leave little placeholders and come back to them later! too many times i have let myself get stuck on like one word or sentence because i want it to be Perfect before i move on but you Should move on. a lot of the time i find i have a better idea of what i want/what would make the most sense once i've let myself go further ahead

[faeparrish]

Hello I finally finished greywaren and I’m really curious to know what is your opinion of the epilogue? I’ve seen mixed reviews about it 🤔🤔

hm yeah. i’ve been trying to gather my thoughts on the ending because i also have slightly mixed feelings about it. i loved the book as a whole but the epilogue felt like it missed the mark several times. there were parts i liked but generally speaking i think stief could’ve done a lot better; i got the sense she rushed through it and just tried to throw as many old characters and inoffensive moments into it as possible. considering it’s essentially the epilogue to the entire trc series i can understand that it was probably a lot of pressure to write but it definitely fell short as a satisfying ending to this world. i’m gonna try and break down my thoughts under the cut because there were a lot of things that stuck out to me!

i think the main issue with the epilogue for me was the tone; it was so vastly different to the rest of this series and it didn’t seem to fit naturally into the story at all. it all felt very cutesy and everything’s all tied up in a neat little bow… which didn’t really make sense when one of the major themes of the books was about not fitting into boxes, the power of forging your own path, etc. i think for a series that embraces imperfection and confronting the messy parts of life, it ended very…neatly. like it felt far too idyllic. in comparison to trc epilogue which was such a beautiful and bittersweet send-off, this just didn’t have the same impact at all. i really liked the open-ended energy of the trk epilogue, and i think that kind of style could’ve worked just as well for greywaren.

kinda jumping off the first point but it felt too much like fan service for it to feel very accurate to the story. ending it on a wedding felt.. idk i don’t wanna say cringe but it was kinda cringe lol 😔 some of the character cameos were also really random like why tf was henry’s mum at their “close friends” wedding and why does declan suddenly have this weird frenemies situation going on with her 😭 also why were the fox way ladies at declan’s wedding lmfao i don’t think they ever even interacted. i also don’t quite understand why the new fenian and mór just moved into the barns again, especially considering mór was the one who wanted to leave in the first place; her whole thing was about wanting more and now she just tends a farm and lives the simple life? idk maybe it makes sense from a different angle but i can’t see it

there were definitely some parts of it i enjoyed; i found the whole gansey and blue boring everyone w their degrees thing rlly funny. matthew working for free on a sweet potato farm was also quite funny. i liked ronan and gansey’s little conversation, and i liked that adam and ronan are finally able to live independently from one another in their relationship. i think the way the proposal happened was probably accurate to them in the sense that they both know where they stand in their relationship - it implies that they do actually communicate with each other now. then again, after the whole merging consciousnesses thing a proposal doesn’t really feel as impactful lmao. maybe that was the point and it wasn’t meant to be seen as a big deal (the way it happened seems to suggest that) but she really wrote one of the most beautiful scenes in the entire series where they became soulmates in the truest and most intentional sense of the word, and then ended the series with them getting casually engaged. they really went and upstaged themselves huh ♥️

also this is slightly outside of the epilogue but i have to say, some of the characters’ arcs were slightly anticlimactic. for example, declan’s whole epiphany about niall felt a bit like a cop out by the end. like all his formative childhood trauma and complicated emotions and years of resentment were essentially resolved when he was like wait i was dad’s favourite? damn ok. forgiven ♥️ like she kind of vaguely delved into his feelings about it but not in a way that felt very considered. we got the moth moment in the epilogue but that was also like. idk. it’s been 4 years i feel like y’all would’ve done this already by now lmao. it just felt squeezed in at the end. and matthew’s arc kind of fizzled out too which was a bit sad. no resolution for the way he was treated by declan especially. he went from going batshit and punching declan clean off his chair (10/10) to hiding in a box and doing some colouring with bryde. like it was a funny scene but it didn’t serve a purpose to matthews character; he just got sidelined again. carmen also got massively sidelined at the end wtf. she was barely mentioned in the epilogue, which sucks considering she was one of the main ensemble, and she had all that unresolved stuff with hennessy. i think it would’ve been nice to see more of those two in the epilogue. and then of course we have adam 😔 who the hell knows what happened there. we know his scenes got cut so there’s not much to say about that now, but when maggie said his arc wasn’t over in trk what she really meant was that it maybe concluded in greywaren, but you’re not allowed to see it ♥️ he’s a fill in the blanks character now. did he ever finish harvard? unclear. what about the crying club? deemed irrelevant by the author. is he a spy? maybe. i like to think he’s in his dana scully era to console the fact that he has a government job (🫤👎)

anyway tldr: i really wasn’t expecting that kind of ending so i was slightly thrown off when i read it. it also read a bit like fanfiction and was a little too neat/predictable for this particular series. it didn’t feel like it worked alongside the rest of the book and some of the characters didn’t get satisfying endings. i’d say overall i loved the book but the epilogue/ending was slightly underwhelming and felt very rushed.

[septemberrie]

About It was just red and Battle lines: would you tell us a little bit about each characters' (fashion) styles? I usually don't care much about these things but your stories, especially the characters, are so real and dear to me that i feel like there's still more things i want to know about them 😊. If you could tell us or use pictures to show how the golden trio & co used to dress as teens or in later years (when they weren't in their uniforms lol), or Farah and Bloom in Battle lines (i don't think saul ever wore anything but his uniform 😁). Or if you'd like to talk about other stuff, little bits of trivia like what kind of music saul likes or what class farah or ben failed at when they were at alfea or Andreas' guilty pleasure... i'm all ears 😉

omg 😍 what a fun question, anon!! I love thinking about this and I'm so flattered you're also not ready to let go of either of these fics bc that's the bestest compliment from a reader, and also same here lol you can pry my beloved characters from my cold dead hands!!

I would also love to hear your opinions on all these things!! What am I missing? what am i not thinking of, besides that Andreas absolutely had ...Baby One More Time on repeat?

Anyway, lots of clothes and excellent fashion beneath the cut. Also apologies these are shitty screenshots from Pinterest lol.

Battle Lines

I was about to post and reread your message and realized you asked about Farah and Bloom, not Farah and Saul, but I already wrote about Saul so I'm keeping it in 😅

Alright so as you already mentioned, Saul pretty much only ever wears his uniform. I'm also an evil capitalist and never gave him a day off the entire time he worked for Domino lmao. But when he does get days off, he rocks Roy Kent, black slim-fit t-shirt look, maybe throws a black leather jacket if it's cool (I'm really threading the "vow of poverty" needle here lmao).

The two times I call out his outfits as something besides his Alfea uniform (which I visualize as very similar to the show, black long-sleeve shirt and black pants) were after he gets shot and he gets to slouch around in a comfy hoodie for a change.

And of course... the masquerade tailcoat. Seen here before it gets covered in blood 😌

Farah I visualized as, basically, "classy girlboss (affectionate)." Lots of form-fitting but otherwise unrevealing cuts; bold colors but very few patterns; quite similar to her S1 look but a little more dressed up. I don't see her as eschewing function for form--both dresses and dressy trousers are fair game.

Bloom is much more of a free spirit than Farah. I see her in also-form-fitting but unstructured cuts, and much more casual than Farah. Jeans, but otherwise neutral colors to counter her hair and personality.

It was just red.

In the depths of my blog I actually talked about the fashion of the adults when they were in Alfea, which falls squarely in the mid-to-late 90s if you ascribe to the tenuous timeline we're told. But to recap/keep going:

I actually have a really hard time pinning Farah down fashion-wise in this. I love her in casual stuff that's practical for living under Rosalind's first regime. But I also see her having hand-me-downs that are actually quite fashionable although she doesn't really realize it.

Saul has the Joey Tribbiani "comfort + practicality" going for him, lots of plaids/sweaters/jumpers and always with an undershirt; based on some hairy men in my life who are insecure of their chest hair (even though I think they should slut it up, please) I hc Saul as self-conscious that he's not a hairless mole rat. Hey you asked for trivia anon, you're getting it 😅

I love Andreas being extremely tryhard although he tries to play it off like he isn't. He actually has done this exact pose in front of Ella in hopes she'd take his picture so it could make it into the Alfea yearbook under "We'll Remember These Days" or "Our Seniors Take Wing."

[edowardoelric]

thank you for the tag!! @cinammonelles

First ship ever in you life: god it's hard to say for sure but definitely a pbs kids show... i think either matt and inez from cyberchase or sarah and james from liberty's kids but i know i was more into sarah and james lmao

The ultimate three ships: i have my top ships narrowed down to like 8 now i have to narrow it down to 3.... i'll keep it to the ones i actually have tattooed on my body or plan on tattooing. (not the characters themselves but referencing them) also I selected only the ot3 ships since well. i can only choose 3 ships so it seemed fitting. sorikai, yoohankim, love trio. just know there are many more

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom): lord i am a lesbian but i must admit it was zuko from atla

Last Song: comet (english version) by YOASOBI

Last Movie: uhmmmm barbie maybe? i don't often watch movies but ended up seeing it at a bachelorette party in august and i don't think i've watched any others since. we'll be watching halloween movies later this month though

Favorite Flower: i don't have a favorite honestly i just think pretty much all of them are nice

Currently Reading (you can add a link): re-reading the inheritance cycle still i think it's been like 3 or so months now lmao. i just today finished the third book and i only have the 4th left. trying to finish in time before the new murtagh book comes out in november. took me a while on the second book since parts of it were boring me 😔 work was extremely hell during a lot of it too. i plan on reading dungeon meshi next once im done

Currently Watching: basically every anime coming out this fall cour it feels like.... at the very least i'm watching 30 of them idk if all will make it through the cut but most are pretty good so far. aside from airing anime my sister and i are slowly making our way through detective conan. we started around july probably and are around 225 😭 my full time job and and her full time school makes for little free time. malcolm in the middle too if she has to work on school and needs an english show

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?: merthur/merlin back in like 2012 or something..... unless the superwholock role-playing i used to do on tumblr came after but im not entirely sure.. i played sam lmao

Currently writing (you can add a link): nothing i haven't written since the above mentioned things

i won't tag anybody but feel free to do it!

[spiteless-xo]

Love your fics!! Because you follow a post schedule, what's your writing process like? Do you designate a day or time in your day to write for your stories?

Thank you so much! 💕 Apologies in advance for the absolute novel I'm about to write for this question lol

When I was posting The Boys at School, I had already finished the entire fic before I even posted the first chapter. I gave myself a weekly posting schedule so I'd have a timeline to reread and edit chapters before posting.

With The Boys at Work, when I posted the first chapter I think I had already written about 20-ish chapters? Same reason as above, I gave myself a weekly posting schedule so I'd have time to do rereads and edits, but also with the added pressure of finishing the story lmao

Right now, I have 31 chapters written and another 11 plotted out. Each week after I post the new chapter and answer comments, I usually read next week's chapter and do minor edits on Wednesday and then again on Sunday or Monday before posting. I spend probably like an hour after work each day writing and maybe another hour or two on the weekend if I'm not busy. I try to write every day even if I'm not really feeling it because usually I build momentum once I start writing. If I just waited around for when I felt inspired, I don't think I'd have written anything at all lol

For my writing process with TBAS, I literally just wrote what I thought would be an interesting story for me and then called it a day lol

For TBAW, I've put a lot more thought into the structure and the story so my process is a lot more intense? I guess? Maybe mini-spoilers ahead but nothing major.

The main plot is obviously the love triangle between Jean/Reader/Eren but there's also the sub-plots of Reader's work performance, Jean's issues with his dad, and Eren's denial of his feelings.

In Arc 1 I tried to introduce all those sub-plots, in Arc 2 they really ramp up, and then in Arc 3 they all get resolved. So when I'm planning out each arc I try to plot out how I want each of the main characters to change by the end of the arc and then that gives me a general idea of how I want my chapters to be structured, so then I plot those out, and then I just start writing!

I plot out my chapters in very vague point form because when I write, sometimes I write things happening that I never planned for and it ends up working really well. Literally, the whole scene in Chapter 5 where Reader and Jean go shopping for wine was just a free-ball. Most Core Four scenes outside of the Halloween and the Cabin chapters are free-balled.

And since I have so many of these off-the-cuff, unplanned scenes, when I'm editing I usually reread the ENTIRE ARC to see if there's a way I can tie that scene into the overall plot or if I can make the characters say something that alludes to a future chapter, etc. etc.

Honestly, most of the time when I'm editing, I'm actually just reading. I've reread this entire story SO MANY TIMES!!! I can't even count lol

But in general, I just sit down, write, and try to loosely stick to my rough point-form plot. Editing is the most important part of my story, but I can't do any editing if I haven't written anything. So I just write, no matter how bad it is or how disconnected or disjointed, etc. etc. and then I wait a few days, reread it with fresh eyes, and then start making changes.

Sometimes those changes involve rewriting the whole chapter, other times it's just minor edits or adding/removing a scene. I literally have a separate google doc of "deleted scenes" that's like 50k words of stuff that I've cut out from chapters in the main story, but that I wanted to keep in case I want to use them elsewhere.

ANYWAY sorry for the book!! I love talking about this stuff and my boyfriend doesn't really care so I don't have anyone to gush about this with 🥺🥺🥺 So thank you so much anon for the question, sorry I got out of hand, but I really appreciate the opportunity to talk about something that I love doing ♥♥