#anyway yeah i only have this written so far as of typing these tags

[painonthebrain]

DAY #1: SANTA CLAUS

Claustrophobia | Forced celebration | Panic attack

Fandom: Original work/OCs

CWs: Captivity, nonbinary whumper, demon whumper, masc whumpee, angel whumpee, nonbinary whumpee (mentioned), restraints, humiliation, alcohol use/drinking, forced drinking, choking, beating (past), neck whump/gore (past)

@amonthofwhump

Hearing footsteps, Oath looks up, his face dark. His body is tense, forced to kneel, chains holding him down — pinning his wrists and ankles to the ground, with a slimmer chain around his neck keeping him from holding his head up. His muscles burn with the strain of holding the position. His wings are secured, bound together with tough leather, cramping and twitching, the tightness of the bonds creating a horrible ache that spreads from the limbs to his back.

There’s a spell circle keeping him from escaping too — but it has no use, because he has no way out of the restraints anyway.

The rest of his surroundings serve no further purpose than to humiliate and break him down. Blank concrete walls littered with cracks on every side box him in, still leaving too much space that he can’t occupy because he’s tethered to the floor. He’s cataloged every detail of this place, and still he hasn’t been able to leave. Now the only thing worth paying attention to is the person walking into the room, waiting for whatever cruelty they have in store for him now.

As Oath turns his eyes upward to see who it is, he sneers. The approaching figure is tall, imposing, with long curly hair tied back in a low pony — messy and wild otherwise. They carry themselves with a confidence like what Oath once had long ago, lips curved into a toothy smile, canines sharp like shattered glass. Their face is dotted with dark red markings, as if they gored someone only moments before, the deep black of their eyes reflecting back death and untimely demise.

It’s Marrow.

A demon, a beast of hellfire. Someone who thinks they can tame Oath, turn him into a trained animal, rip apart his spirit and turn him into something he’s not. Like it’s simple.

Oath’s eyes narrow.

He should be in its place.

He doesn't speak, merely eyeing the demon suspiciously as he bites his tongue. And despite refusing to speak, his gaze communicates his inner thoughts perfectly.

What do you want, scum. Going to beat me again?

The marks from that have already healed anyway.

Marrow stands, regarding him thoughtfully. Or at least appearing to.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” it teases.

“Shut up.” Oath scoffs.

Marrow goes silent for a moment, then smiles. “You know, that pretty little mouth of yours would look so much better without a tongue. I’d have half a mind to chop it off if that little halo around your neck didn’t do that wonderful thing where it stabs you!”

Oath jerks a hand against his restraints, trying to bring it to his throat. The halo around it does exactly what Marrow describes. It punishes liars for their dishonesty.

Oath has tiny little scars in a ring around his neck.

…

He’s been lying a lot recently.

He says nothing more. He’d rather not test Marrow. After all, he’s not the important one here. That’s Starling.

“Oh, don’t worry!” They wave their hands, brushing off the threat like it’s a silly joke. “You won’t be punished for that. I’m here to celebrate, after all.”

“… Celebrate what.” Oath says, his voice flat. He can’t imagine anything Marrow would celebrate is worth celebrating at all.

“Oh, you don't know?”

Oath shakes his head, regretting it when he hears it crack. No, he doesn't.

“I’m going to let you go!”

Oath stares. “Really?” Yeah, right. They still haven’t finished questioning him. The irritated pinpricks around his neck are evidence of that.

Yet for a brief moment, he indulges in the fantasy that his captor might actually let him go free. Albeit probably without his charge, but the cost of freedom is great sometimes. It would be worth it — besides, he could come back later to save Starling. Just to save his reputation. Just to save his job. Nothing more.

“That’s… that's—” That’s unbelievable, when did Marrow ever express any sympathy or care for him? Who is he trying to fool?

Marrow’s expression doesn’t look right, and Oath knows they don’t mean it.

“You're lying.”

“Oh no, I’m not! You’ll never see this place again, I promise.”

“Sure.” His voice is laced with sarcasm. He doesn’t have time for this bullshit. There’s two options: let him go or don’t. Simple.

Just pick one already.

Marrow grins. “Come now —” it tips Oath’s chin up to look at it, bending his neck backwards; Oath bites back a groan, knowing he isn’t truly able to stretch it that far, not without the chain around his neck — “that’s no way to act during a celebration! Loosen up!”

Marrow pulls out a flask from its pocket. “Here,” it holds the container out to Oath. “Drink.”

“Oh-“ He stares at it. “No… no thanks.” It has to be a trick. Besides, how does Marrow even want him to drink it? With them holding the flask for him? Heat rises to Oath’s cheeks. The idea is humiliating.

“I insist!” Marrow smiles, all teeth, and Oath shrinks back, as much as he can while immobilized by the chains.

“No, I don’t —”

“You don’t what?” Marrow growls. “You don’t want to? I don’t think you have a say in that.”

Marrow unscrews the cap and presses the lip of the flask to Oath’s, holding his jaw tightly, tipping the container back. “I. Said. Drink.”

The liquid spills down Oaths' chin and he chokes, sputtering as the bitter liquid floods his throat, almost too fast for him to swallow.

Marrow takes the flask away before it’s emptied, leaving Oath to hack and wheeze, spit and whiskey dripping down his chin. Gasping in fresh air and hacking, he doubles over with every cough. The taste of it coats his tongue and throat, hand in hand with searing pain.

“Was that good?”

Oath stifles another cough.

“W-wonderful.” He doesn't want any more trouble.

“Then surely you'll want more.”

“No no no —”

Marrow dumps the rest of the flasks contents on Oath. The alcohol drips down his forehead, into his eyes and down his cheeks, and for a minute, Oath is too stunned to speak. His mouth fails to form the words.

His body is so warm, the drink is like lava across his skin, washing him away as it dribbles down his face.

“Aren’t you just drowning in excitement? I know I am! I’ll be rid of you and someone else will have to deal with your bullshit.

“Someone stupid enough to sign a contract over you.”

Oath goes rigid.

“I only have so long to whip you into shape, now. So maybe you’d best behave.

“I know you’d hate to spoil all of this for yourself.”

[xitsensunmoon]

Biting the Hand That Feeds au FAQ (Vampires + donor au)

Any general content warnings for bhtf au?

Yes. A normal amount of fnaf warnings, a normal amount of vampire warnings. For someone who doesn't know I elaborate... For vampire stuff, the most obvious ones are blood, hypnosis, bites, and animalistic behaviour. Less obvious - slightly suggestive themes. For fnaf - fnaf's usual violence, dark themes, a drop of gore and murders. The lore is uh. Very dark. I will try to decrease the amount of all of the cruelty but man. People who know, know how hard it will be. But I will tag everything properly so don't worry.

Is there a fic for your au?

No. And currently, I'm not even planning on writing one.

How do I find the story?

For now, we have two comics that are directly connected and one that doesn't have a specific place in the story but is about canonical lore.

[ 1 ] - [ 2 ] - [ x ]

In future, we will have more and I probably absolutely will forget to update this post so I recommend checking the tags. Here's the tag list

Tip: don't click the tag. Tumblr hides half of the results. Type it in the blog's search instead :)

Are the comics the only canonical thing about au?

No! I answer asks and draw a lot of doodles with bhtf au all the time and 90% of them are canon. You can, yet again, find everything in the tag list linked in the previous question.

Can I draw/write fan stuff for your au?

Yes, please!! I'm always happy to see fanart and fan writings and literally everything that you do! Just tag me when you post and use a fanart or fanwriting tag for au specifically so I don't miss it!

Can you include my characters in your story?

No, unfortunately, I cannot. The story is already written and I don't have any "space" for background characters either. Maybe it will change but currently, things are like this.

I asked a question with an interaction with my characters and I never got an answer, why?

I don't accept such requests. I'm not ready to spend my time drawing other people's characters for free(if I personally don't want to, of course)

Is there any limit to how many questions I can ask?

No, not at all! You can ask all you want just please make sure your question wasn't answered before. There is a big possibility I will just simply delete it if it was answered beforehand many times. Check the ask tag for it.

What about limitations? Any boundaries?

Please no questions about tickling🧍‍♀️ I got so many of those it already makes me uncomfortable. And for some reason, a lot of people send asks that include violence towards my characters and while I don't really feel uncomfortable with this I just idk what to answer and why are you even doing this lmao

What questions I should avoid?

Well, not really avoid but I will mention it anyway.

The things I have planned to draw right now:

- Sun and Moon and y/n's first meeting

- The creation of Sun&Moon

- Why S&M are sensitive to light and darkness

- How they hunt

So no need to ask me about these. I will show it, I promise.

What about sexual themes?

I understand that I post a lot of suggestive stuff and it may appear I allow such a thing but no.

You can create content with it tho, I don't mind for the most part. Just be ready that I may not reblog it, as my Tumblr is a SFW place. It's always 50/50.

Romantic themes?

I do draw some kisses and cuddles when I feel like it and you of course can send ideas for cute interactions but in the story we're very far away from it lol.

My question gets ignored even though I followed everything that you mentioned here. Why?

Answered in main FAQ.

Can I share the ideas for your au with you?

YES!!! Yes, yes and yes! I'm very open to that, like yes! The only thing that I definitely want to mention - you should expect that I actually can take your ideas and use them. Some people are protective of their ideas so if you're like this you probably should not share them with me :)

The information that you're using for your au is wrong.

Happens sometimes yeah. I know nothing about any medical stuff for y/n so I usually improvise. After all it's an au about robotic vampires man, this information is absolutely wrong. But! You're free to drop feedback/constructive criticism in my inbox!

Will be updated later

[runnning-outof-time]

Love, I Just Need to See | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy needs glasses and (Y/N) has an opinion about every type of frame that's offered.

Warnings: language, smoking

Word Count: 2281

A/N: this was just a fun request to write...I think it’s one of my favorite stories of mine. Oh to be doing domestic things with Tommy Shelby *sigh*. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories that are similar to this one!

(Y/N) was able to hear the sounds of frustrated mumbling coming from inside Tommy's office as she walked past its slightly ajar door. "Tom?" she questioned as she peered her head in. Squinting her eyes to try to get them to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, she was able to make out that he was sitting at his desk.

"Yes?" he asked as he looked up from his papers, surprise clear on his face. He wasn't expecting her to be at his door.

"Everything ok?" she asked, taking his response as her ok to enter the room. If he hadn't wanted her in there, he would have told her to leave.

"Yes. I, uh..." he paused, his eyes glancing around his desk as he tried to find what he was looking for, "I'm just having a hard time balancing the logs is all," he admitted to her.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows as she walked even further into the room. Once at his desk, she extended her hand and waved her fingers at him, her nonverbal way of asking him for what he was working on. He understood and neatly compiled the papers before handing them over to her. "Doctor said that you shouldn't be overworking yourself like this," she commented as she looked over the work he'd done so far.

"Yeah? Well fuck what the doctor says," Tommy grumbled, focusing himself on lighting a cigarette before he looked at her once more. (Y/N) sighed at his response, knowing that she should've expected something along those lines. But she tried anyway, wanting the best for her husband and his health.

"I think I know what your problem is," she announced after a few minutes had passed.

"What's that?" he inquired, his eyebrows raised.

"Your numbers are wrong," she told him, glancing up in time to see his face fill with confusion.

"That's impossible," Tommy shook his head, not wanting to believe that something like that would be the cause of the error.

"It's what's wrong," (Y/N) insisted as she moved around the desk so that she could be standing right next to his chair. "See, lookit...you've got 119 pounds listed here on the intake and then, for the same day's totals, you've written 109 pounds. You're never going to get the correct numbers if you don't have them consistent everywhere," she explained, glancing over at him before she trained her eyes on the books once more. "Do you have the initial papers you've copied this off of?" she asked then. Tommy nodded his head. "Can I see them?" was her next request. Silently, he grabbed them from his pile and handed them to her. It only took her a few moments to find yet another problem: "these aren't even the correct numbers, Tommy."

"What do you mean?" he questioned, his brows deeply furrowed as he took the paper back from her and then looked between it and the log on his desk.

"What day are you doing the totals for?" she asked him.

"Thursday."

"And what day does that say on the paper?" was her next question.

"Thursday," he responded with confidence, but (Y/N) shook her head.

"That says Tuesday, love," she corrected him before pointing to the paper in his hands, "see? T-U-E-S..."

"I know how to fuckin' spell, alright?" he cut her off with aggrivation in his tone.

"Then why don't you have the days right?" she asked him, not realizing how accusatory her question sounded until she said it.

Tommy inhaled deeply and then exhaled his breath in a long sigh. "It's because the words are blurry," he answered, his voice coming out in a low mumble.

"What's that?" she asked for him to repeat what he'd said.

"I can't tell what's what because the words on the fucking paper are blurry, ok?" he repeated himself, his words stressed and his agitation evident.

"Ok," she nodded, agreeing with him in a soft voice. She wanted to say that she was shocked by his admission, but honestly, she was expecting something like this to happen. He did just come back from his extended hospital stay, where he suffered a cracked skull and internal bleeding around his brain, among other injuries. The fact that he didn’t have many lingering effects or problems from it surprised her greatly.

Tommy sighed again and dropped the paper onto the desk before he ran his hands through his hair. He then dropped his face into his hands as his elbows rested on the desktop. "What am I supposed to do now, eh?" he finally questioned after a few moments of silence had passed. He then looked up at (Y/N) with an expression on his face that gripped at her heart. She'd only seen Tommy Shelby's desperation a handful of times, and a similar reaction was elicited from each.

"Well..." she trailed off as she sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, "I suppose we should take a trip to an optometrist," she suggested.

Tommy nodded silently as he took in what she had to say. It was pretty obvious to him that he needed to seek help with his vision problem. It was impeding on his ability, which in turn made him extremely frustrated. "Ok," he agreed with her, nodding once more, "I know someone who probably has a person he goes to. I can ask him who he'd recommend for me," he then laid out his plan for getting this problem fixed.

"Good. I suggest that you get it done as soon as possible," (Y/N) was happy to hear that he was willing to get some help with this issue.

"I will," he assured her, "but for now, can you help me with these logs so that I can get them finished for tonight?"

She agreed to his request within seconds. "Of course, Tom. I'd be happy to help," she answered with a smile before she managed to drag one of the empty chairs over to his desk so that she could sit and help him finish his work.

"I've got that appointment today," Tommy mentioned as he entered the sitting room (Y/N) was occupying.

"For your eyes?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes," he nodded, chuckling slightly at her obvious intrigue.

"Oh, that's great," (Y/N) said with a smile before an idea came to mind. "Say, can I come with you, Tommy?"

"For what?" he was confused. In his mind, a trip to a doctor's office seemed like a bore.

“Because I want to be there when you pick out your glasses,” a smile formed on her face as she spoke.

“And you’re so sure that I’ll need glasses?” Tommy shot back.

She sent him an ‘are you serious?’ look as an initial response to his question. “I think that was made pretty obvious the other day,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. Tommy shook his head as he tried to stop the smile from forming on his face. “Can I, Tommy...please?” she asked him again, putting on her best ‘puppy dog pout’.

“Fine,” he agreed to her ask after taking less than a minute to contemplate it. What bad could come out of his wife attending his appointment with him?

(Y/N) jumped off of the couch with a newfound excitement, and she quickly ran into the foyer to ask Mary to grab her coat and purse. Soon enough, she was ready to go, and Tommy had met her outside in the car that he brought around.

Tommy quickly realized that something bad could come from his wife attending his appointment.

“What about these frames, Mrs. Shelby?” the doctor asked as he came in with yet another option to look at. After about the fourth time, he stopped asking Tommy and decided to begin appeasing the woman in the room.

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she examined the thicker-framed glasses that held an oval-shaped lens in the middle. She then held them up to Tommy, who wordlessly tried them on without having to be asked to. She then tapped her chin as she stared at him for a few moments. “I don’t like these either. They’re too bulky,” she finally gave her opinion, her words simultaneously making Tommy sigh and the doctor nod profusely.

“That’s just what I was thinking...I couldn’t see such a stately man wearing lenses like these. I’ll go see what else I have in stock,” the doctor was quick to agree with the woman, and Tommy silently cursed him for egging her on. He then quickly hurried out of the room to get another pair. Soon enough, he was back with more options. This time he held two in his hands. “I brought both sizes of these. Let’s see what you think,” he said as he sat them down on the desk.

(Y/N) grabbed the first pair and looked them over. The frame was thin and gold and it once again held ovalic lenses. “Try these on,” she told Tommy before handing them over to him. Tommy nodded and went through the motions of placing the glasses on his face. Once again, (Y/N) pursed her lips as she took in his appearance. “No...I think they make you look like Scrooge from that one Christmas book,” she gave her opinion on it, her words making Tommy sigh.

“I don’t care about what they look like on me, love, I just need to see,” he finally voiced his exasperation, effectively showing her that his patience was running thin.

“I’m the one who’s gotta look at you though, so I’d at least like to find something that suits you well,” she challenged his statement, her words making him exhale a sigh. He knew that this would be a losing battle for him, so he just kept his mouth shut. “Try these on,” she told him then, raising a pair that looked almost identical to the last up for him to look at. The only thing that had been changed was that the lenses were smaller and circular.

“How are they, Mrs. Shelby?” the doctor then asked after it’d been quiet for a few moments. He was eagerly awaiting her opinion on the frames.

“I like these,” she said, nodding her head slightly before she doubled down on her statement: “yes. These are the ones you should get, Tommy.”

“Finally,” Tommy let out a breath of relief at the fact that the trying-on portion of the appointment was over before he turned to the doctor, “I’ll take these.”

“Very good choice, Mr. Shelby. I’ll have those made in the proper specifications as soon as possible for you,” the doctor nodded his head, a pleased smile on his face. “You’re free to go now,” he then told the couple before he stood from his chair and shook both of their hands.

The rest of the day passed by without further talk of the glasses that Tommy would now be using. It wasn’t until he entered their bedroom for the night that (Y/N) decided to bring them up once more.

“Are you excited about your new glasses?” she asked him from behind her book as he got himself changed into what he’d be wearing to bed.

“What kind of question is that?” he responded with a question of his own, his words holding no malice or condescending tone, “of course I’m excited to be able to read properly again,” he blatantly stated, his vocal tone making (Y/N) giggle.

���No, I mean are you excited about how they look?” she specified her question once her giggles had subsided.

“I honestly don’t care what they look like, love,” he gave her his honest response as he got into his side of the bed, “I just needed to be able to see.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at the absence of desire he had to talk about the topic. She leaned over and set her book down on the nightstand before looking back at him again. “I think you looked really good with the glasses on,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone as a grin formed on her lips. “I didn’t think that anyone would be able to make frames like that look attractive, but you certainly did.”

“Yeah?” he asked, certainly amused by her sudden statements.

“Oh yes,” she answered, then rolling onto her side so that she’d be closer to him. “You made all of those frames look attractive, but this pair....this pair is special.”

“Well I’m glad that you think that,” he grinned at her as his arm wrapped around her from underneath, making her move even closer to his chest.

“And just when I thought that you couldn’t get any more perfect...” she trailed off, placing her hand flat against his chest so that she could sit up slightly. Her grin widened as she leaned down so that her face was closer to his, “I can’t wait until you get them delivered so that I get to see them on your handsome face again,” she whispered against his lips before she closed the gap and kissed them.

Tommy only exuded a chuckle in between the kisses she was giving him. He had a quick-witted, cheeky comeback prepared to give her, but it got lost in the feeling of her lips dancing across the skin of his jawline. So he decided to let her keep going, already knowing that her affection towards him would be increasing tenfold the moment that he was wearing those glasses again.

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[youchangedmedestiel]

As promised I said I'll give you fic recs to celebrate the fact that I have more than 100 followers now. Again, thanks a lot! This makes me happy! :)

So now, here's my gift to you:

Every fucking fic by xylodemon

The writing is always perfect! I'm not kidding, this is my favorite writer so far! I've never been disappointed by their fics. NEVER! I haven't finish to read all of them but I certainly attend to.

Fics written by deancaskiss

If you like reading about Cas and Dean "just" kissing, then you should try reading those, if you haven't done it yet. I haven't read all of them yet, I read only around 10 fics for now, but same I'll attend to read more.

Then, more specifically:

Blackberries Wild by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canon divergent after 13x12, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief mention of suicidal ideation - around 2500 words

This is so well written, the descriptions are everything, especially the ones for the kisses. It could totally happened like that. It's very true to their character if you ask me.

a kiss for every season (literally) by sobsicles and it is also available as a podfic here read by Scintillating Gatria (LadyLoralye) Canon typical level of violence, Canon Compliant, Brief Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kisses, Smut - around 22000 words

The title says it all, a kiss between Cas and Dean happens every season and since there's never enough kisses between these two, that fic is therefore perfect.

People Who Are Good Like Pie by sobsicles Blowjob, NSFW, Castiel is a Little Shit, Dean is In Over His Head, Flustered Dean, Confused Dean, Creatively ties eating pie into sex, Sounds disgusting but it's really not I promise, it's hilarious, fluff and porn - around 1800 words

And it is indeed hilarious imo as well as very hot. It's short and easy to read, really different from the above. But it's human!cas and I'm weak for him in a sense that there is so much potential with him in a fic and that I love him.

You and I Know the Way by aishitara Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series, Canon Compliant through 15x18, Fluff, a smidgen of angst, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Mentions of Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort - around 4300 words

There is human!cas in there too, so yeah I'm sold. Plus some amazing, beautiful, stunning art from winchester-reload is included in the fic so it's even more perfect. This is smut yes, but, BUT you can really see all the love there is between them and that fucks me up. That's the type of porn that makes me cry. I never thought I could say that about porn one day. But maybe it's because it isn't, this is just LOVE!

Humans Do It Better by Hatteress Episode: s06e10 Caged Heat (Supernatural), Excessive Drinking, Light Angst, First Kiss, Second more heated kiss, Kinda Funny.

I invented the tags here because it isn't on AO3. I need to mention this fic because it was like one of the first fics I read. It was more than a year ago and I still remember it. Maybe because I wished it had a next FUCKING chapter. I want to read more about it. I want to see what happened when they meet again later. I want to see what's going on in Dean's mind the next morning when he realized what he did, thinking about how he corrupted a fucking angel. Feeling guilty about it because it's Dean. I - I, maybe I'll fucking write this second chapter one day. But I don't know if it's a thing, you know, writing a sequel to someone else's fic.

Anyway, I hope you'll like reading those if it's not already done. I for sure have more fics to recommend but I have to save some for the 200 followers I guess lmao. One can dream.

BUT if you need specific fics, like from an episode in particular for example, you can still ask me because I sort them by episode tag too.

[brasideios]

Fanfic Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @aeide 🤍 fairly sure I did this a while back, but I have time so why not 😊

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 19

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 481662

3. What fandoms do you write for? Have written for: AC Syndicate, AC Odyssey, AC Valhalla, Stardew Valley, Hades (game), Pyre, Ancient History RPF, and am tinkering with maybe something Minecraft. Maybe.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Snatched Moments (163) The Warmth of Home (122) Another Turn Around the Wheel (116) Unfinished Business (71) and the Good Spartan (53).

5. Do you respond to comments? Usually - unless someone replies to every chapter in quick succession, (and especially if the comments are only emojis) - then I tend to just reply to those that I have something worth responding with; or with the emojis situation, just the final one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Rising to the Surface. No doubt about it. Or maybe the Good Spartan. That seems to get a lot of ‘this ended me’ type comments so yeah.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have some variation of a happy ending. I think the one I’m writing now (Another Life) will be the most definitively happy though.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, no. Disappointment that they’re unfinished from time to time, but not hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, mlm mostly. Very mild, vanilla really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I’ve never written one. Just not my bag.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I’m aware of, unless you count AI scraping, in which case, almost certainly, probably all of them, up to and including all my original work.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? No. I don’t do collaborative writing. Again, just not my bag.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? I don’t have one. I’m a multishipper to my core, because it’s too fun putting characters together with different partners to see what the relationship brings out of them to go all-in on one pairing.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will? Still Crawling Kingsnake. I love it but there’s just no ending. Not even a shadow of one.

16. What are your writing strengths? Fighting the urge to be self-deprecating here - I like to think I do a good job with dialogue and building a character. I feel less doubtful about that than the rest, anyway.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Everything else.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? If I knew one, I’d do it. I read lots of things with this feature so why not. I would be certain to provide a translation for readers though (side-eyeing academic papers).

19. First fandom you wrote for? AC Odyssey.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? The Good Spartan or Shadow-Twin. I think they’re both decent, just in different ways. I also like Another Life so far, tentatively hopeful that it’ll be worth reading when it’s done.

Probably everyone has already been tagged, so sorry if I’m doubling up or you’ve done this recently and I missed it. Just a few with no pressure @findusinaweek @ainulindaelynn @krankittoeleven @softest-punk

[earlgreytea68]

Writing Patterns

I was tagged by @shark-myths

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

My stories often start with the first line in my head. Like, once I get a line stuck in my head, I know there's a story connected to it, and I can write it down, and everything goes from there. Not always, but often. So I'm really curious to look back at them.

On the morning that Megan Stump was scheduled to arrive at Wentz House, Peter, Marquis of Highleyton, could not get himself out of bed. --I Prefer Our Love (Watch You Work the Room) -- Part Two okay, believe it or not, I had this line written as the first line of the sequel and then realized that I couldn't start there, more had to happen, so I backed up, and then.......more did happen, an entire other fic more lol

Patrick is in over his head before he even meets Pete Wentz. --Like Christmas Morning (alliwantforchristmasisyou) I knew I wanted to do a they're-already-married story, and this felt like the perfect line to get across exactly how long this has been going on.

Patrick doesn’t feel like it’s a conscious decision on his part. --Longer. Schrodingerverse fics, you may have noticed, alternate POV, so I knew this one had to be a Patrick POV, so I had to start somewhere in Patrick's head.

Patrick doesn’t think witches should be showy. --The Witching Hour okay, I wasn't going to write a story about witches but this line sprang into my head and I was like, I WANT THE STORY THAT GOES WITH, and I'm so happy I wrote it lol

This is the kind of thing that only happens to Pete.--Complicated honestly didn't entirely know where this story was going when I started it, but this seemed like a solid line to start literally any FOB story with

Tennyson turns thirteen in the middle of the tour. --Perfect summer. I want this to be some kind of suave and purposeful line but this was me reminding myself of when Tennyson's birthday is and how old he is lol

Patrick is very aware – because Pete tells him constantly, he couldn’t miss this – that Pete thinks Patrick is perfect. --Two Guys, One Spotlight unusually, this fic started with the title first, so I had to figure out what story would go with that title...

“I can do it,” Patrick says. --So Good at Rhythm my original idea for this story was going to be Pete convincing Patrick to play the drums, and then I sat down and this was the first line I typed sooooo yeah, it turned out to be a different story

Pete finds the Magic 8 Ball at a farmers’ market. --Magic 8 Ball whatever, I think this sentence is just Truth lol

Pete Wentz has a problem. --Riff with Patrick another universally applicable beginning to any FOB story

I genuinely wasn't sure I would uncover any patterns but look at that! I really love starting with a one-sentence paragraph. BAM. Hopefully it makes you want to read the punchline that follows in the next paragraph. I didn't realize how often I do this and now it seems so obvious, SORRY I DO IT ALL THE TIME, GUYS. I think I like the in media res feel of starting like that, like we're already smack-dab in the middle of the story so I'm going to give you a second to absorb the proclamation before we move on. I also personally prefer to start writing right in the middle of the story, so I can figure out quicker what's going on with everything, so that's probably why I do start there a lot. The scene-setting, if I do it, tends to happen a few paragraphs in, when the POV character rewinds to catch you up on What's Happened So Far. Interesting, I literally never noticed how often I do this lololol

(Also I literally forgot how many fics I wrote over that Tourdust summer, wow...)

Anyway! I tag whoever wants to do this! It was really interesting!

[beansterpie]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @marley-manson! <3

I would tag people but it's late and my brain is tired so literally, PLEASE just adopt this tag meme if you see it and read the whole thing. You have my full permission to say I tagged you, even if we've never spoken lol. Go for it, be audacious.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

43,487!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Well the posted fic is a Berserk fic, but I have various other wips that I pick away at when I'm bored. Among them include Eyeshield 21, MDZS, RotE, Harry Potter (technically?). Those are the most recent ones anyway.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Chain of Dissent, she's my favorite fic <3 (she's my only fic)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah I try to! Though I'll admit uhhhh I haven't updated it in... fucking? two years? god, and so I've been bad about responding to the more recent comments because I feel guilty for not updating in so long :') Really gotta get back to it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None, because I haven't finished a fic yet lol

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far! I've gotten a couple of comments that come across as unintentionally mildly rude, but definitely nothing that constitutes as hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Well not so far in CoD, but, ahem, I have written smut in one of my wips lol. Deeply self indulgent but I guess character driven? It's mildly nasty and desperate <3

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't actually written a crossover (yet. well, recently) but they are a bit of a passion of mine lmao. I love ridiculous crossovers, and I'm talking about "a magical portal opens up and throws characters from fandom A into the world (& characters) of fandom B" type shit. I don't need the ways in which the characters interact to make sense, I just want them to be thrown together and see where it goes from there. Fish out of water shenanigans! Characters questioning their own motivations and idea of life by seeing a world entirely different from theirs!! Just like, fun shit! I also absolutely don't need for the two fandoms to be similar lol. I have a somewhat detailed Berserk/Eyeshield 21 crossover living rent free in my head so clearly anything goes.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Lol no.

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

Nope!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I'll probably have to say GriffGuts, because it's a ship that's gripped me by the neck for the past 7 years or something, where my interest in it hasn't really waned.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhhh, idk? I mean I am DETERMINED to finish CoD, so that's out. And the wips I write in my spare time are just like, things I do for fun where I don't put any pressure on myself over it. I'm not planning on posting them anywhere, and I'm not generally planning on 'finishing' them either. I mean if I do finish one, I might post it, but again, they're low key things that I'm not taking too seriously.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm. I honestly don't consider myself a very strong writer, at least in terms of things like prose and sentence structure, grammar, that sort of thing. I think I'm pretty decent at figuring out the direction that I want the story to go, and all the individual steps that need to happen to get to that point in a way that feels organic (at least, imo.) And I like to think I'm pretty good at characterization-- having the characters behaving and reacting in ways that feel like could concievably happen in canon is generally what I'm going for.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Yeah prose, lol. I mean, I don't actually dislike my more.... utilitarian writing style, mainly because I generally prefer reading more direct writing (unless the lyrical writing is really really good), but I do think I could inject some more illustrative details and metaphors into my writing overall. @marley-manson is SO good at coming up with perfect metaphors to describe a situation or feeling, all while perfectly recreating the character's voice, and I really admire that about her writing!

I also want to get better with having characters like, doing things while they're talking. I find a lot of the conversations I write happen between characters just kind of standing around, which obviously is fine but I'd like to construct scenes with a bit more specificity in the future.

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

Wait so like, say in a fic that is otherwise written in English, having a line of dialogue written in Spanish when a character is speaking it? I... don't have strong feelings about it one way or the other I guess lol. I mean ideally the line(s) written in the other language are correct lol, and not just badly google translated or something.

Though you know, now that I think about it, I feel like it would work best between languages that use the same alphabet (which does end up narrowing the possible languages down quite a lot) because that way the reader can still sound out the dialogue even if the don't understand the language, which could emulate what the pov character is experiencing. Whereas if it was a fic written in English, and then had a line written in, say, Japanese, the reader wouldn't even be able to sound it out so it's kind of a brick wall. (Unless there's footnotes, but that tends to be a little more clunky in fic than in a published book with pages).

If the readers are supposed to understand the dialogue written in another language, like two characters suddenly start speaking in said other language and we're meant to keep up with the conversation, then I feel like it's just easier to translate their words in whatever language the fic is written in otherwise.

But yeah idk, I think with intent and good execution, anything can work, but it could also be done in a way that's more annoying than anything.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think. It was neopets LMFAO. I remember writing a fic when I was like 10 about Hannah (the adventurer) and Jacques (from the maraqua plot comic) as a romantic couple because I was annoyed at the time that there were multiple fics about Hannah and Garin (or whatever his name was, also from the maraqua plot) getting together even though I thought Garin was BORING and they were just shipped together because they were both usuls (which are overrated imho), even though Jacque was obviously better.

... I may have had a crush on Jacques.

But the first fic that I think I posted anywhere was for Xiaolin Showdown lmfao, probably also when I was 10 or 11 or something. I wrote like four separate fics for that show.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Yeah it's CoD lol. It's the longest thing I've written so far, and I'm overall still very proud of it. I'd probably go back and change some things in the first chapter because it reads a little clunky and like, abrupt to me now, but I'm not doing that until I finish the fic. Allowing myself to go back and edit stuff before I've even finished the story seems like a road to ruin lol.

[rmwb-fanfics]

Sorry I'm a bit late to the party - what type of fanfiction do you write/currently write? You mentioned an RU fic?

Morning/evening/afternoon anon! Thank you for asking, hope you’re well.

Well, I write a lot of fanfiction, (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jurassic Park/World) but the only stuff I post is for Harry Potter.

I have two fics posted, both in a WIP state. There’s one other that I haven’t posted and I’m waiting to be finished before uploading, here is the list.

Available:

Regretfully Uncaring (RU)

My long fic. My baby. I looooove it with all my heart. Currently rewriting/editing the vast majority of it because this was really my first proper toe into creative writing, and as it’s gone on my skill set has improved considerably and, as I say in the summary on AO3, I want the story to be as accessible and enjoyable as it can be to the most amount of people.

It’s a werewolf fic, but it’s also a lot more than that. As the name implies it’s about regret. The name actually comes from something an addict I know told me, where when you’re hooked on something you regret your actions but you can’t get yourself to care. It’s about learning how to love again. It’s about acceptance, revolution. But really it’s about addiction. I say all that from the perspective of the author. It’s a ton of other things and my readers get different stuff out of it I’m sure.

It’s an ensemble cast story, so the perspective shifts quite a few times per chapter. I think there’s something like 20 characters that each lead a role at some point. Plenty of pairings, but the focuses are Harry/Ginny and Ron/Daphne. There’s time travel, there’s world building, the entire plot is essentially original and that’s why it’s my Bebe.

Because Regretfully Uncaring is a test run. Once the tournament concludes in chapter 28/29, it’s basically just a Harry Potter version of my original work that I poke away at. I want to make movies someday, and maybe Hollywood and general audiences as a whole will be more up to some original stories and less remakes/sequels because fuck I have so many ideas and this really is one of them.

FFN | AO3

Big thanks to @curse-04 and @muib92 who I can’t tag for some reason. Their genuine interest in what I’ve written has kept me going through so much, more than just writing. Even if you’re the same person with an alt account, I appreciate it.

A Short Life Full of Long Years (ASLFOLY)

Yeah so I don’t have as much to say about this one. Only reason it isn’t a one-shot is because my brain can’t just let things end so here we are. It’s a post-war soul bond fic, again: Harry and Ginny are the focus here. Together they go travelling in search of Andromeda and Teddy, who have gone into hiding in the muggle world somewhere in Europe. They have a vague map without any marked destinations, oh, and a vengeful Death is after Harry since his survival in the forest. I really wanted to explore what a soul bond post HBP/DH would look like, and I’ve enjoyed myself so far. Eventually, if I feel like it, they might become a secret agent duo. At the moment I have very little plan for this story, i just like writing it as it goes. People have loved it so far, so there’s that.

FFN | AO3

Biggest thanks to @fizzyginfizz for leaving the best review I’ve ever received on any story, let alone ASLFOLY. I still think about it.

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So yeah that’s what’s uploaded, that’s what I tend to talk about. The stuff I won’t post is pretty simple.

My PotC fic is a follow up to the fifth film that explains Davy Jones and Jack’s actions in the Sea of Thieves portion of the story line. It’s pretty good and I’m thinking I might eventually post but there’s only like 20k words at the moment.

My Jurassic Park/World fic is just a rewrite of the latest film. Call me stupid or whatever but I was hella invested in the Jurassic story and I was looking forward to the conclusion/follow up after Fallen Kingdom. But *NO* they had to FUCK IT UP. Anyway it’s pretty damn good as a story but I will never ever post this one because no one is learning about my obsession for Jurassic Park that intimately.

Thank you for asking anon and sorry for rambling. Going to grammar edit this now, have a wonderful day.

[aphel1on]

tag someone you want to get to know better

tagged by @woobifiedvillain a few days ago and finally remembered to do it!!

Favorite color: Yellow, but not an overwhelming yellow, like that soft warm yellow? I love it. People tend to not expect this answer, I think I give off more of a blue or grey vibe. Honestly a pretty grey/silver is probably my second favorite color, but a buttery yellow is just so good for the soul.

Last song: You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Danced to it in the kitchen, got consumed by the guitar riffs, nearly knocked a chair over. Before this morning it would've been the Genshin OST... I've been listening to it a lot while I write or do chores recently.

Last movie: An exceedingly mediocre romcom on Netflix that I watched with my sick mom to be nice. Genuinely couldn't tell you the title or more than like, two or three plot points. Last movie that I watched bc I wanted to was the Barbie movie, which was genuinely better than I expected. Enjoyable but would still give it, like, a mixed review. I'm not getting into two months' ago Barbie Movie Discourse on this post

Currently watching: I'M STILL TRYING TO FINISH THE UNTAMED!!!! woobifiedvillain i'm speaking directly to you and quoting you: i too am "chronically incapable of paying attention to visual media, even the good shit" and when i try to explain this to people irl they act like i am insane!!! I haven't watched Good Omens season 2 yet even tho I am reblogging posts about it rn. I think it's mostly adhd, or really just a part of the larger Neurodivergence Soup (tm) that makes it nearly impossible for me to learn something from a YouTube video. I mean, sometimes for a hands-on task a video is essential, but can't there be a written list of instructions to go with it too, bc that sticks in my mind way better sobs... ANYWAY i'm currently on episode 43 of The Untamed, so I should be able to finish it by, like. The end of the year at least lol?

Currently reading: I started reading SVSSS recently because, like. The mxtx mania is in full throttle. I just got here a little later than most people lmao. I'm also currently "reading" like seven different books that I bought or pirated this year and have on hold. One of my Unfortunate Skills is bingereading like 200 pages of something in 1-2 days and then not finishing the rest of it for 8 months.

Currently working on: Keep My Shadow Alive, my big xue yang-centric fix it fic!!! Well, more like a fix it, and then break it more, and then eventually actually fix it fic. Starting from the canon divergence of "Add Pre-Teen Xue Yang to the Burial Mounds Fam" and going from there. I read every fic like that that's on ao3 and was still being eaten alive by the brainworms so I started writing my own take on it and ~6 months later it's the longest fic I've ever written and only 25% of the way through its outline???? So. Who knows if it will get finished (my track record is admittedly not great)- but I've had such a blast writing it so far. Xue Yang is just SO fun to write. Yes it has a plot and character arcs and I could even go full English Major* and start telling you about its Themes, but also it's just an excuse to write Xue Yang interacting with every member of the MDZS cast. Going to STOP talking now bc I fully am the type of writer who will get carried away talking about their wips.

*i am not an english major, but spiritually i am an english major.

Current obsession: Yeah uh, MDZS. My friend convinced me to finally read it in January of this year, and the hyperfixation train has simply not stopped since then. Genshin Impact also dragged me back in with the Fontaine update and I've been having a lot of fun playing it. But MDZS is still mostly the thing that's eating up my RAM. Particularly the Yi City crew, but 3zun is rotating in there too. Sometimes even The Man WWX Himself, i talk about him less but i do love him a lot also lol

Tagging: I'm honestly too shy to do this!!! But thank you for tagging me anyway<3

[lostusagis]

Name:   Dee works i guess

Preferred pronouns:   she / her

Selectivity: Semi selective??? I'm willing to RP with almost everyone and even do crossovers, just respect my boundaries

Favorite animal: Cat

Favorite muse you’ve had so far ever:  HONESTLY, i only picked him up recently but he was surprisingly so easy to get into even though i was hesitant at first so I'm definitely going with Kamui.

Muse you kinda wanna pick up: REALLY wanna pick up Okita and Tsukuyo from Gintama, also i remember at some point wanting to try out Saiki from The disastrous life of Saiki k., maybe one day ???

Most identifiable fictional character:  Going to go with Kamui again for this one. No I am NOT a crazy murderous fighter, bUT i relate a lot to his anger towards his father over his mother's death. My situation is similar but also a lot different. My mom died and I ALSO heavily blamed my dad and was mad for A WHILE god. I dealt with my grief really badly too, i was a mess back then but anyway yeah.

What color your aura is/think it is:  Hmm maybe purple lol

Personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, Hogwarts house, etc be as specific as you want!):  Don't really believe in that stuff tbh

Do you think you’re a good driver: I have anxiety don't trust me behind a wheel

Favorite minor discourse:  I don't like any type of discourse, I try to stay away from that.

Favorite vine and/or meme:  ''You're all going to hell, goodbye.''

Why did you choose this muse:  Love, love, LOVE the Yato siblings and their story SO much. Definitely my favorite thing from Gintama :))

Favorite rp memory:  Wow, hard to say... Had a lot of good RP memories, though I had a lot of good memories when making this blog too :)

Favorite thing you’ve written, in rp or not: Anything related to exploring a character's mental state TBH, those are my favorite types of threads. I love angst.

Give a shout-out to someone:  Yooo, everyone who's written with me on here. You're all great :)

Tagged by:  Stole this

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it I guess?

[zesstie]

ok, i just need to put out there that this is the first time i've ever written something relatively close to fanfiction, so it's shitty and a little ooc for some of the characters (especially keith ngl). anyways here a small klance oneshot but it's dialogue only!! btw no tw that ik of, but lmk if there's something i should add a tw for! it was written as a school project, so there shouldn't be anything!! enjoy my shit writing, everyone :)

L: “How- how did you find me?”

K: “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking, right?”

L: “Uhhhhh….. yes?”

K: “Oh my God you’re being serious, haha! Wow, I did not take you as the dense type.”

L: “Hey! For your information I am very perceptive when I need to be!”

K: “Yeah our lives are kind of in danger right now? I’d take that as a time where perceptiveness is needed! And you obviously didn’t take that perceptiveness into consideration when you practically announced to the world where you were going due to how loud you ran.”

L: “..Touche.”

K: “Anyways, do you have any information on our enemy?”

L: “All I know is that we’re outnumbered. By, like, a lot. We’re the only ones left.”

K: “...Oh.”

L: “Yeah, how’s that for perceptiveness!?”

K: “Point taken, but this isn’t the time to argue! The enemy could be close and be ready to snipe us, and we can’t afford to lose this war.”

L: “Alright. Do you have a plan?”

K: “Well, you know how I said they could be ready to snipe us at any moment?”

L: “I think I see where you’re going with this, K.”

K: “Thankfully, we have a sharpshooter of our own. The only way we can win at this point is to ambush them. They’ve got 5 people, right? I think I’ll be able to pull off leading them together with some distractions, and once they’re all together, you can pick them off from above.”

L: “This is going to be so fun!”

K: “Remember to stay serious, L… But let’s destroy them.”

H: “Dude, we’ve been walking around for forever and there’s still no sign of anyone. Did we take them all out? I feel like we would have known if we took them all out.”

P: “Yeah, we would have. They’re either really good at this or have no clue what to do, and I’m going with the latter.”

*TING, TING, CLATTER*

H: “What was that? P please, what was that?!”

P: “Calm down!! Finding out where they are is literally our job, H. It sounded like it came from roughly 10 o'clock, but from above due to how long it took to hit the ground. Let’s go back east and tell the others”

A: “H, P! Why are you two over here? I thought your orders from S were to stay separate from the group.”

H: “Yeah, well we know where the enemy is and it's literally on the complete other side, soooooo yeah.”

P: “One of them dropped something, and I thought I heard someone quietly curse under their breath, so they’re def disorganized. ”

C: “Awesome, S isn’t terribly far away so we should regroup and come up with a game plan.”

A: “Let’s go then! We must win!”

K: “Beep. They’re heading over to their leader now, L. You in position? Beep.”

L: “Beep. Never been more ready, K. Beep.”

K: “Beep. Alright then, good luck. I’m counting on you. Beep.”

S: “C just filled me in, great job on finding their location H and P.”

A: “P said that what they dropped sounded like it came from above, so we should ambush from behind and on the same level, instead of from underneath.”

C: “Sounds reasonable enough to me, does anyone have anything else to add?”

H: “Nope!”

P: “Nothing here, let go get th-”

*PEW PEW PEW*

S: “What?! They’re behind us? Everyone, ready you-”

*PEW PEW*

S: “....”

A: “....”

C: “....”

P: “....”

H: “....”

Comms: “TEAM RED HAS WON THIS ROUND OF LASER TAG. PLEASE EXIT THROUGH THE WEST DOOR AND DROP OFF YOUR GUNS AND GEAR AT THE PREP ROOM. WE HOPE YOU HAD FUN PLAYING THIS LAST ROUND OF LASER TAG.”

L: “Woooo Hoooooo!!! K, Did you see that?! I totally had them!”

K: “Yes! Great job, L! I knew you could do it.”

P: “Are they….. Actually getting along? I thought for sure their arguing would be their downfall.”

S: “Well, we’ve just got to not underestimate them anymore. Good game guys, you proved us wrong.”

A: “.... Yet again.”

K: “Don’t forget about the bet, guys!”

L: “YES! Free lunch, I can’t wait to meet you!”

[3pirouette]

Fic: The Prices We're Willing to Pay (2/?)

Title: The Prices We’re Willing to Pay

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Inspired by Multiverse of Madness. What if it had all gone differently?

READ PROLOGUE/CH 1 HERE

Chapter 2: The First Avengers

AN: Pivotal moments from Captain America: The First Avenger. These are all meant to just be small scenes, showing where major changes happened. You can fill in with your own head cannons things you think happened that I missed.

I was a little worried that I wrote a check I wouldn’t be able to cash- that set up- I just love this idea so much but I really was concerned I wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

I can’t tell you how excited I am now, because this chapter told me that not only can I pull this off, but I’m going to love every minute writing it. Chapters will get longer and detailed the more we start to deviate from the existing canon.

~*~

She bemoaned that her hair was wet and that she wasn’t exactly stepping forward with her best foot, but it was a war and she had looked somewhat presentable when she’d left her tent. If he’d changed somehow since she’d last seen him, if his only desire was the thin chorus girls in the short skirts and tight vests as opposed to her now broader shoulders and muscled calves in the SSR uniforms, well then, he wasn’t what she wanted, anyway. “Hello, Steve.”

He turned, and she wasn’t sure if it was surprise or shock that was written on his face, but she hoped she wasn’t imagining what she thought was excitement, too. “Hi…” he stammered, turning to her. His eyes were just as blue as she remembered them being all those months ago when she last saw him. “What are you doing here?”

“Officially, I’m not here at all,” she sighed, folding her trench coat and sitting on it, “but Stark has to be here, so…” She looked away at the pounding rain then back at him, trying to fill the silence. “That was quite a performance.”

“Yeah,” he turned, feathers ruffled. “I had to improv a little bit. The crowds I’m used to are usually more…” he shook his head and she saw embarrassment and frustration behind his bright eyes, “twelve.”

“Come on,” she tried to smile, he hadn’t turned away from her yet. “Aren’t you America’s new hope?” she asked, parroting back the ridiculous tag line she’d seen on posters.

He hung his head. “Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit.”

“Is that senator Brandt I hear?” She shook her head, looking far off into the rain. “At least he has you doing something.”

She could feel Steve’s eyes on her as he spoke. “You know just as well as I do that Stark taking you with him was the best outcome.”

She couldn’t look at him, didn’t want him to see the tear that spilled from the eye turned away from his gaze. “I’d done so much more as a spy, though, before this. I could do so much more.”

His voice dropped, soft. “There was no safe place for you in Alamogordo. We all know that.”

Her head turned, sharp. She knew well the rumors of what happened to women in places like that, she knew it didn’t matter how strong or how fast she was if they had collars and cuffs and chains and sedatives, and she knew that going with Howard and keeping her new abilities a secret had been the best choice. It didn’t make it hurt any less. “At least you’re doing something.” She laughed mirthlessly, wiping at her face. “Even if you do feel like a dancing monkey.” If he’d seen the tears, he didn’t mention it. “At least you’re not just getting coffee and typing and filing all day.”

“I’ll have you know that the heavy lifting you do more than makes up for the fact that your coffee should be considered a war crime.” Howard Stark’s voice surprised them both. He laughed, stepping under the tent and pushing his hood back. “So deep in your pity party you didn’t hear me coming, huh?”

Steve hemmed and hawed, looking away and closing the book on his sketches. “We were…”

“Misery loves company,” Peggy bit out, smiling harshly.

“Yeah,” Howard blew out a heavy sigh, sitting on an overturned crate, “you’ve made me very aware of how you feel.” He shrugged, pulling the book from Steve’s hands and flipping back to his drawing. “So those are your only choices? Lab Rat, secretary, or dancing monkey?”

Steve pulled the book back, flipping it closed, and Howard stood, pacing. “You were meant for more than this, you know.” He sighed, leaning down to get in Steve’s face. “He believed in you, and I do, too.”

“And me?” Peggy asked, tired of being overlooked. Howard laughed, and she reared back, jaw set tight. “I don’t see what’s so—”

“You already were!” Howard laughed out. “To have you, one of the greatest spies of this war, getting me terrible coffee and filing my paperwork with the pentagon, is a damn waste. And you!” He leaned back down at Steve, “You might be untested, but Erskine hasn’t steered me wrong, yet.” Howard stood, shaking his head. “They don’t trust you, but we do. I do.” He poked himself in the chest, fervent and almost ranting. “If you can run and jump and punch half as hard as she can, the two of you put together would be unstoppable. You win this war.”

They were all brought up short by shouts and horns, the sound of a medic truck pulling though and the sounds of wounded men reminding them of just where they were.

Steve kept his eyes on the medics as they unloaded man after man. “You know, for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas, fighting on the front line, serving my country… I finally got everything I wanted, and I’m wearing tights.” He sighed, turning back to Howard. “They’ve been through hell. The two of us, there’s no way…”

Peggy shook her head, agreeing. “When you’ve managed to convince Brant to let us out into the field, let me know. I think it’ll be years before he’s willing to let us move around unchaperoned, if at all.”

Howard’s smile was more than enough to clue Peggy into the fact that he was up to no good. “That’s the genius part of my plan, Carter.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his toes. “Brandt ain’t here, and I have a private plane.” He turned, flipping his hood over his head and stopped, looking back when they didn’t move. “Well? Come on. The 107th isn’t going to save itself.”

Steve jumped, running after him. “The 107th?”

She barely had time to throw her coat over her head as she ran to follow them. Peggy’s heart was beating fast, and she wasn’t sure if it was with fear or excitement, but she liked it.

~*~

Peggy stared at the empty plane as Steve took a seat at the controls. She was well familiar with what she could do as Lady Britain (a title she very much did not enjoy) and hadn’t been exactly surprised when she and Steve managed to make a successful grab for the plane’s wheels before it took off. She wasn’t exactly surprised at how the fight had gone, either, though the tesseract’s energy blast still left her feeling off-kilter and anxious.

“Peg,” Steve’s voice trembled more than she’d ever heard it, and she was by his side immediately.

His eyes said all she needed to know, but she asked, anyway. “What’s wrong?”

“We’ll…” He took a deep breath, looking across the broken controls, “We’ll have to put her down in the water.”

“We’ll get Howard on the line- he’ll—” She was stopped short by the crack and fizz of electronics dying short deaths under his hands, the German instruments they could read making no sense and other displays broken so badly they couldn’t tell where they were if they wanted to. “There has to be…”

He took one hand from the wheel and took hers, lacing their fingers together. “You saw those bombs, Peg.” He swallowed, hard. “Even if we don’t hit New York, wherever we land…”

“Just…” her heart was pounding, she didn’t know what to say. Of all the crazy things they’d done, of all the times they’d stared down death, it had never felt as close and as real as it did in this moment. “Phillips saw us take off. There will be planes any moment.”

His face crumpled tight, and she could see the tears gather in the corners of his eyes. “I wish you hadn’t jumped after me,” he whispered, taking both hands off the wheel and hugging her tight, burying his face against her stomach. “I don’t know how long we can wait.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, and could feel his anguish in the way he held her. She didn’t know how it was possible- either they’d been on the plane far longer than it felt, or the plane was far faster than any of them dreamed- but the clouds cleared and she could see just the tiniest outline of a coast. She wasn’t equipped to know if it was England or Iceland or America, but the truth was, it didn’t matter and they both knew it. “I know, my darling,” she whispered, holding him to her. “I wish neither of us had, now.”

“We can wait,” he whispered against her. “We can wait just a little while longer.”

Peggy thought of all the times one of them had uttered that sentence: behind the mess after their first kiss, behind his tent after their second, sitting quietly just far enough away from each other on quiet nights while the Commandos slept soundly in tents under their watch, when things had gotten just a little too intense one night after a mission and they found themselves half drunk on adrenaline and half naked in each other’s arms behind a little bar in Poland… There had been too many times where they’d pushed each other away, where they’d put their happiness on hold, where they assumed there’d be a tomorrow to explore the pull that existed between them.

And now, there really was the chance that there was no tomorrow.

They’d missed their opportunity to know one another, to love one another, as more than just partners and soldiers and friends.

They’d been so caught up in their duty, in being Captain America and Lady Britain, that they never got the chance to just be Steve and Peggy.

But she knew him well enough, they’d stolen enough moments and kisses and conversations, that she knew that under his broad shoulders and bright white smile was a kind and sweet soul that felt every loss, and was being crushed by the decision he thought he had to make in this moment.

With one hand, Peggy reached out and pushed the wheel forward, sending them into a nosedive and taking the decision from him.

He looked up, fear and surprise in his eyes. “Peg…”

“I’ll love you forever, my Captain,” she whispered, knowing he’d hear it even though the wind whipping through the cockpit.

He pulled away and stood, feet shifting to get a better stance as he wrapped one arm around her and set his hand next to hers on the wheel, pushing just a little harder, accelerating them. He turned, looking just barely down into her eyes. “I’ll love you forever and a day, my Lady,” he replied, voice thick.

She barked a laugh as she held back tears. “Always have to one up me, don’t you?”

“I never could,” he replied nosing at her cheek, serious. His lips pressed against hers for just a moment before the plane jolted, knocking them against one another. He held her tight, looking around. “We could, you know, try to survive.”

She laughed again with actual mirth this time, stepping back and pulling him with her towards their shields as the ground made a fast approach. “So practical, you.”

“It’s why you keep me around,” he pointed at his head as she tossed him his shield and pulled him back into the corridor, “good, old, strategic mind.”

“Actually,” she handed him her shield and slid against one of the ship’s central I-beams, Steve nodding at her choice of crevice as it seemed most likely to hold them tight without crumpling against them, “I rather just keep you around because I like your arse in those tights.”

He shook his head, sliding in with her. “You know very well I don’t wear the tights anymore.” He pulled their shields tight against the gap, further protecting them. “Peg, can you move a little? I don’t want to step on your—”

He never finished the sentence, didn’t get a chance to as the earth stopped the ship, the metal bouncing off the ice like a stone skipping across a lake, the sharp sound of the metal rending itself apart against the ice slowly halting until there wasn’t a sound but the hiss of the hot plane melting the ice around it, sinking further and further into the unforgiving elements.

~*~

Ever since that day in the pod, when Steve declared he could smell her, Peggy paid attention to scents. Their heightened senses could detect the faintest hint of things, and she often wondered which of the things they smelt on a daily basis in the field, the acrid odor of mud and shit of the latrines, the fresh dewy scent of winter pine, the floral notes of her perfume, Steve was smelling for the first time.

Strong smells always made an impression, and nothing smelled stronger than a hospital. There were always the cleaning agents, the sanitizers, the alcohol and the iodine. A hospital was the sharp taste of metal on her tongue and the underlying stench of putrid gangrene and bedsores.

Every hospital and every medic tent she stepped into during the war smelled the exact same, which was why she knew the room she was in was not in a hospital like the young woman at the foot of her bed touted.

It smelled too warm, too soft, and not sharp enough.

And the sounds…

She couldn’t hear the clang of instruments through the walls or the mumbles of doctors or the wails of the sick.

She heard mechanical noises.

Noises she’d never heard before.

She jumped from the bed and held the woman against the wall. “Where am I?”

“Agent Carter—”

Peggy jumped back, the woman crumpling to the floor. Only a handful of people knew her true identity, and this woman certainly shouldn’t have known, Axis or Ally. “Where is Steve?”

She reached for a button on the side table, and Peggy wasn’t quite fast enough, didn’t quite have her legs under her enough to get to it before she pressed it. Peggy used the momentum from her miss to push past the girl and straight through the wall. It was flimsy, no more than thin boards, and she ran. She barely looked at the room, at the people as she moved, bemoaning her bare feet and the flimsy hospital gown she wore with what she was sure was little or nothing under it- she hadn’t really stopped to look.

“Agent Carter!”

She stopped in her tracks, the booming voice demanding her attention. Peggy turned slowly, coiled to strike at the dark man in leather with a patch over one eye. “How do you know my name.”

“I know a lot more than that,” he offered, clearly but gently. He waved a hand and the row of men in suits behind him with guns raised lowered them. “But I think there’s someone you might want to see first.”

She tried to keep her interest from showing on her face. “Where are we?”

“New York,” he supplied, “but the where isn’t exactly as interesting as the when part.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, hands shaking with the adrenaline. “The when?”

“What do you remember, Agent Carter?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because I’ll take you to Steve,” he responded, cautiously but firmly stepping closer. “I’m going to do that anyway, by the way.” He held out his hand. “Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, formerly known as the SSR.”

She looked him up and down, stepping closer but not taking his hand. “So, the when is important.”

“Stark, Erskine, and Phillips starting looking for you the moment your ship went off the radar. Finding you and Captain Rogers was SHIELDs first mission.” He dropped his hand and clasped them behind his back. “I’m sorry to say that your rescue mission was about seventy years too late.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth moving but little more than a hiss came out as she tried to quantify what was a lifetime come and gone. Her eyes seemed to focus the moment before her brain did, and she finally saw the metal and glass of the building, the architecture she’d never imagined before, the screens that showed brightly colored moving pictures, the tiny boxes the men were talking into… somehow, though shocking, it was easier to accept than she thought.

“Seventy,” he confirmed, snapping his hand behind him. “Coulson, get this woman some clothes, please.”

The young agent nodded, moving out of the formation, mumbling to himself. “I told them she’d never go for it.”

“He’s a fan,” Fury nearly smiled. “Been heading up the continued search for years now.”

“You said you could--” she took a shaky breath, eyes closed as the images came flooding back to her: the way the land rushed up to them, finding the tiny space to hide in, his scraped up face when she found him on the floor, his eye swollen shut, the way the snow drifted onto his eyelashes as the plane rocked gently in the water, the way she suddenly felt warm, even though she couldn’t really feel anything at all. She popped her eyes open, pushing her shoulders back and willing the memories away. “You said you could take me to him. Is he—” She found she couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t want to think about what it might mean to have it answered.

“Captain Rogers is alive,” he did smile this time, and Peggy felt her entire body relax. “He’s still coming to. Maybe a regular room might be a better idea?” She nodded, and he swept his hand out, showing her the way back from where she’d come. “I’ll get them to bring in a chair for you.”

[vonkarma2]

9 13 & 19?

9. What is one of your character's theme songs?

Very difficult to pick just one this is so much pressure. Does anyone have like only one song associated with them like a side character or something. Ok I couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t embarrassing so Im dodging the question. To make up for it here’s a playlist I made of ed ideas like if it was an anime these could be the ending song. Or an ending song if it was the same as like dorohedoro where they had a bunch of different ones 

13. Which OC do you make art/media with the most?

I think it’s actually Angel, like Rocio used to be the OC I drew by far the most but I actually think I draw Angel slightly more these days or at least like in terms of drawings that take more than 15 seconds. Probably bc there are more poses and outfits I can draw him in + expressions I can draw him with, whereas Rocio only does this 😐🧍and wears the same thing like every day of their life. But yeah he’s super fun to draw and I actually have written some things from his perspective as well which I also think is fun :) he has like a unique perspective like within the characters because of his personality and backstory. I feel like I haven’t shown like the negative sides or what he’s like enough so far though so I’m looking forward to doing that in the future 

19. Who is your most recent OC?

So I think like I’m not going to count people as an oc if they don’t meet the qualifiers of 

-Having a name -Having a solid defined storyline and/or personality -Having been drawn or written abt more than once By this metric I haven’t made any new ocs in a while 😔 I’ve done like character designs but none that have really stuck, probably because I like already have a lot of established ones that I’m focusing more on yk. Like there are a lot of storylines I already have, so I feel like a lot of dynamics + types of characters I find interesting are already covered, and I usually don’t really need to make new ones. Usually my motivation for trying to make new characters is like an aesthetic or tone I think would be interesting but that’s not really enough to base a whole character off of yk. I’d like to come up with more ocs bc I like designing characters but yeah I think I’d like to focus more on my older ones for now. Maybe I’ll try to come up with new like main ocs if/when I finish writing out their story. I feel like the side stories will be in minor character limbo forever bc I don’t really have a story with them and also bc I was picturing them as a comic or visual novel which I would never finish in a million years. Whereas I think I could eventually finish writing something yk.

But anyway time to actually answer the question <3. Actually now that I think abt it it’s probably Connor Armitage collab with @lycanthrology . Does he really count he like canonically exists (long story short he’s another character’s shitty absent father) but doesn’t ever appear or get directly mentioned or anything. Absolutely 0 relevance to the story at all. Also he might not count because Ive never drawn him + I don’t think anything had been written with him.

Before that it’d have to be Dominic Ortega from meat city which is also a collab with various people including @zipmode whose art you should check out <3 (the other people I’m not going to tag here because idk their usernames on this website). First and foremost he is a rabbit furry. But also he’s like an old man who used to be a lawyer but got incredibly tired of his life and so moved to meat city and became an evil wizard instead. Carnomancer specifically bc yk meat city. He likes creating monsters for fun and unleashing them among the populace also for fun, main goal is to escape boredom in life + find some kind of connection even (especially) if it’s negative. He used to have a sort of friend in thr form of James Bianco who was like. His Jesse Pinkman. But unfortunately he was accidentally killed horrifically, and Mr. Ortega’s (Im not on a first name basis with him it feels weird) attempt to resurrect him instead created a mindless zombie which eventually gained an entirely new intelligence. This person’s name is Rico theyre like their own character but the question didn’t ask to explain them as well so I’m not going to <3. But the two characters do interact I might give them like a goal they have to work together to accomplish that might be fun to write abt. But yeah he was created May 2022 so that’s when I have most recently made a new character.

[latefrequencies]

okay so i’m really excited to start rewriting Red Supergiant, I’ve decided that 1 year is a perfectly acceptable amount of time to write the first draft of a novel especially when that novel is broken up into a short story and then a longer short story and then a novella AND while going through what was either the second or third most dramatic upheaval of my life so far. (yes I’m referring to my family shit. my life is such so that reconnecting with my adoptive family is maybe only the third most dramatic change that’s ever happened to me. That’s still a massive change.)

I don’t mean to overestimate my importance, but Red Supergiant has a lot of firsts for the H2G2 fandom, and that’s really exciting to me right now. I haven’t read every H2G2 fic that exists, but I have read the AO3 summary and tags for every single H2G2 fic that exists on AO3 currently, and this is, by all appearances, the first multi-part, multi-chapter fic the fandom has had that tells a serious story in a dramatic style. (Which, I mean, I understand why this fandom doesn’t lend itself to those kinds of fics, but I mean this is fandom, all sorts of things happen here.)

Anyway, it’s technically not the first to depict Ford as having a drinking problem as opposed to just really liking alcohol (actually the first fic fitting that description was also written by me!), but it is the first fic to explore the consequences and implications of that (outside of just “Ford drinks because he misses space”). So I guess that means I still get the title of “First Writer To Take Ford’s Alcoholism Seriously”!

Hearteningly, it is not the first H2G2 fic to depict a queerplatonic relationship (that would be some content I found centering around Zaphod and Trillian), but it is the first to depict Ford and Arthur in such a relationship (which is odd because frankly I think they lend themselves kind of well to that sort of relationship! I always talk about the “complex ways” in which I ship them and I never elaborate on what I mean by that but it means there’s QPR-type feelings involved. And I know that the concept of a queerplatonic relationship did not exist in Douglas Adams’s time, but as a modern reader who has a concept of that, a reading of the text as Ford having one-sided queerplatonic feelings towards Arthur would actually make sense to me.)

It is not, however, the first to be a crossover with Withnail and I! There is another and I think I was talking abt that some time ago but yeah it interestingly isn’t the first to do that. It’s the second, then. it does mean that the H2G2 fandom can make “if I had a nickel for every time” jokes about H2G2/W+I crossovers now.

anyway it does a lot of things that I think are exciting and I’m really forward to writing it in its fully realized form.

[agdab]

As I understand it, The Dying of the Light really is the last Skulduggery Pleasant novel in Derek Landy’s eyes — the next books were meant to be a separately marketed sequel series called ‘Valkyrie Cain’ but someone at HarperCollins thought fans would have no idea it was a sequel to Skulduggery Pleasant, despite that being the protagonist’s literal name. Derek thought this was “ridiculous”, but conceded. As well, he wrote in a version of Donald Trump as a main character in the sequel series, imagining “what if he won the upcoming election”, only for him to then win the election, so Derek had to scrap a lot of his plans, then when he was three books in, HarperCollins cut down the sequel series’ order from nine books to six books. So the last three literally are six books worth of content mushed down into three, with a lot of abandoned plot points afterwards. It is a shame too, because the plot point set up in the third book of the sequel series (Bedlam), of a certain character’s little sister being the true intended final villain of the series, was a genuine shame to see be abandoned.

OH WOW I had no idea. I have my own gripes with derek landy for a variety of reasons but damn, that's such a shame. and also totally unsurprising, too. harpercollins seems the type to be shit headed like that. anyway personally i think it would've been best to end at the dying of the light and not go further, like with wanting to do more books and all.

I liked the book with all the short stories, bubba moon being my absolute all time favorite and imho the best Derek's ever written by far, so idk unless he just was trying to go further into the lore and exploration and world building of that world I think he could've done it in a lot less. also yeah I remember that trump-alike and frankly I think that could've just. not been a thing lol.

anyway thank you for all the input, i hadn't kept track for a while but still follow the tag on here just for content's sake

[destiniesfic]

'You're dripping like a saturated sunrise/You're spilling like an overflowing sink/You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece/And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink/Everything is blue/ [...]Everything is grey' doot doot HI HELLO (is this not the normal way to greet ppl),Playlist*mumblemumble*!anon here to thank you so much for the incredibly sweet positive vibes [also-glad you liked that super immersive edit!+yep,pesky pronouns], to hope the week's been kind to you so far and that it'll keep that streak going &to bug you with some other questions,if that's okay?If you've pressed 1 to continue :D do you think Arcane's unique storytelling has impacted your writing?On a relatively similar note-looking at some of the fics you've written for other fandoms [one day I'm gonna get into at least 1 of those,if only to read your works,like holy heck,you've written a 155k word epic??Big W for the reylos],which also include large casts,& in light of your WIP,I was wondering if you found these plot-on-a-grand-scale-sorta stories either more stifling [cause it can be a bit like herding cats?] or more freeing/exciting than,say,the more intimate character/relationship exploration-types of works?OH,and here's a random bit of lore I recently discovered:apparently Zaun-in the game,at least?- has a College of Techmaturgy ["the city's best known institution of learning"] *cue an avalanche of ~what equipment/instructional materials Silco might've finessed them out of for Jinx [or maybe she could've pinched those herself] + ~could there ever have been any talk of enrolling her there?-food for brainrot. But yeah. ✨Rooting for you✨ [kick any and all metaphorical butt that needs kicking today! ]

PLAYLIST ANON! I have decided to call you "Playlist Anon," leaving aside the mumbling. You have a tag now and everything. This week's been a doozy to be honest — we just finished a three-month project! — but it should be smoother sailing going into the weekend. (I also swapped out a couple of songs on the playlist yesterday, if you've been checking it!)

Okay, I have pressed 1:

Has Arcane's unique storytelling impacted my writing? Well, I am writing, so, yes. Prior to tumbling down this rabbit hole I'd had a case of burnout-induced writer's block for a couple of months, so it's been nice to get out of that! But otherwise, I think my writing is much the same? Jinx has given me a little more of an opportunity to play with voice, but the elements that make Arcane so interesting tend to be things I'm attracted to when writing and consuming fiction anyway!

Are plot-on-a-grand-scale-sorta stories more stifling or more freeing/exciting than the intimate character/relationship exploration-types of works? I don’t find these grand scale and relationships mutually exclusive! They give me more of an opportunity to explore the world in addition to character dynamics, which I really enjoy. But exploring more plot gives you an opportunity to explore more characters, even intimately! That Reylo fic you mentioned covers some galactic politics but is also like 60% set in someone’s bedroom.

If you’re going to read any of my bigger fics and you know anything about Shadow and Bone, I’d recommend Out of Time! 132 Hours, which is for a different fandom, has also been getting a lot of love lately.

Would Jinx go to the College of Techmaturgy or perhaps steal equipment from said college? You know, we’re looking at a Zaun that is very prequel-y to the game so I wouldn’t be surprised if they haven’t established their own institutions to rival Piltover’s yet? I don’t think Jinx would go to a school but she would definitely pinch some equipment. ;) Thank you so much for your questions, I always enjoy them. ♥️ HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!